#but im pretty sure a soul can be reborn

[wyrmsgatebait]

Astarion’s reaction to Tav suggesting he might be aging has been rattling around in my head, and it’s got me thinking angsty little thoughts about how cruelly he might’ve been to a human lover in the past. Relationships between elves and shorter lived races require so much compassion and maturity and Astarion...doesn’t have any of that. He was the sort to become smitten with a beautiful young human and let the relationship drag on for far far too long. Oh he would say sweet things in their  ear during party’s and spend a small fortune on jewels that would compliment their skin and the season, but the doting was purely selfish. Astarion wanted a blushing beauty on his arm the same way he wanted an ermine coat. It was nice to own but it was even nicer to drink up the envy of everyone who did not.

And he drank deep for as long as he could, but his human’s beauty withered away little by little. They poured decades worth of their heart into him only to see Astarion’s lips curl in disgust when the lines around their eyes crinkle. To the human he was their whole world, but a few decades is hardly a fling to a high elf. Really he was a saint staying with them until their 40th nameday...or just about...but it was well past time for a change. He wouldn’t keep roses in his foyer after they’d begun to rot so why would he use less discernment with his choice in bedfellows. There were tears, of course, accompanying insults and accusations of being a heartless curr. It might’ve moved him if the face those tears sprang from wasn’t so unpleasant, but instead he just shooed them from the estate and busied himself with preparations to meet his next potential paramour later that evening.  ... He never made it.  Cazador practically had to scrape him off the cobblestone to force the blood down his throat. Afterwards, the idea of being loved...of being looked at with kindness becomes laughable. Now his lot in life is doing his master’s bidding and hoping he’ll be allowed to suck rotten ichor from vermin. Through all the torment his face remains untouched by the centuries. 

#okay and now imagine Tav is the reincarnation of the lover he spurned #The Forgotten realms has too many versions of the afterlife for me to keep up with sometimes #but im pretty sure a soul can be reborn #please i just want poetic karmic lovers for Tav and Astarion #astarion #bg3 #bg3 fic #some gendy nutch rambles for the crew

[swanchime]

#1/2309482309482 posts about how fushiguro megumi and ryomen sukuna are girls (But Differently) no i dont have a good reason for the second one i simply know it in my heart

(umineko voice) if you are viewing this with love in your heart then you may choose to believe me after all. if you are not viewing this with love in your heart nothing i can say will convince you.

MEGUMI IS A 99TH PERCENTILE GIRL'S NAME BUT FUSHIGURO MEGUMI'S NAME IS NOT A JOKE

do u remember..........The Swimming Anime. in that anime, there's a running gag how the swim team is all "boys with girl's names" (haru, makoto, rin, nagisa, rei). however, all of these are more thoroughly unisex names, as in, boys and girls have these names. a student of mine who was a japanese high school boy said that haru is probably a boy's name nowadays, but in the year of The Swimming Anime, it may have been closer to a 50/50 split.

im pretty sure there was a haru (girl) in Ye Olde katekyo hitman reborn.

anyway. this is not about That.

it's about how "megumi" is a 99th percentile probability of being a girl's name. it's not at ALL a mixed split. it's unambiguously A Girl's Name. but there's 0 gags about how megumi is "haha a boy with a girl's name" she's not even included in the "crossdressing" gag, and im pretty sure is deliberately excluded from that jujusanpo extra.

early on in jjk, megumi talks about how her father named her "without regard for her gender," because 恵 is the kanji for "godsend / blessing," but "blessing" means something different than it does in english as in "God (mr. christ or his dad or whatever)'s Blessing!" it means "from the heavens / heavensent / godsent" <-- from A god, not necessarily The One And Only Guy Up There Who Is A Cis Man And Also White Or So White Xtian USAians Love To Espouse To Everyone Who Will Listen

INTERLUDE:

when you watch jjk, you have to do it the umi way. you shouldn't be looking at jjk as a mirror of YOUR (english-speaker / english-native) HEART. you should be looking at it as closely to a japanese perspective as you can, as a story borne from not just a human heart, but a japanese heart.

when you look at jjk, if you look at it like a mirror, only to seek your own reflection or what YOU can gain from it, you will fail utterly and completely / the mangaka's mirror will shatter.

jjk is the precious egg of akutami gege's heart. it is also their 天与呪縛 (tenyo jubaku), as muta kokichi (mechamaru) says. it is a mirror of their soul, and i firmly believe it should be handled with the utmost care and respect. and love, too. and love.

/end interlude

so when you look at megumi, you can't dismiss her as just "HAHA ANOTHER BOY WITH A GIRL'S NAME JUST LIKE IN THAT SWIMMING ANIME!"

megumi is a name borne from her father's spite and hatred of the zen-in clan.

(yes, i know the official transliteration is zen'in but i personally disdain the ' as a marker in names, so i use the - ; it is a translation decision. i disagree with most of the ones in jjk.) toji wanted megumi to inherit the famed jujutsu-shiki (curse technique affinity / ability) of the zen-in's despite toji no longer being one of them.

it's basically done with the intent of naming ur kid a huge FUCK U I HOPE THIS SPAWN OF MINE PROVES THAT I WAS RIGHT AND YOU WERE WRONG! but with 0 regard for the designated gender at birth of the child or any regard for the child as inhabiting a human soul and not just an object to prove a point.

of course, megumi DOES inherit the "ten shadows" --> i dont like this translation. it has no flair. my stylistic choice would be to translate it in an intuitive latin root way, since "invented words" in english stem from ancient greek/latin roots, so a stylish way that conveys the "oooh cool!" factor of the original japanese instead of dulling it down into nothing this blade would not even pierce paper, like trying to cut a piece of paper in half with a river stone. good luck! anyway

i would translate the 十種影法術 as (decima umbra). latin for 10th and shadow. it's intuitive to anyone who has read a lot of english, and it just sounds cool to anyone who hasn't, yet it looks like some kind of harry potter spell so it has that flavor to it.

ANYWAY the whole point of megumi's name is that toji named a """""cis""""" boy a 99th percentile girl's name bc he didn't give a fuk about the kid. it was just an object of revenge to him.

ANYWAY STAY TUNED FOR THE NEXT POST IN THE MEGUMI AND SUKUNA TRANS'D GENDER SERIES

ON MEGUMI'S CHARACTER DESIGN AS REFLECTIVE OF HER 別に ATTITUDE REGARDING SEXUALITY AND GENDER AND HER (fear-based) NONCOMMITAL APPROACH TO...BASICALLY ANYTHING! but also inclusive of her keeping her own selfhood close to her chest and her hair (as the hedgehog's dilemma)

with bonus...................sukuna. he's also in there. did i say he was also a girl. yes he is. a very beautiful and wet meow.

#sukufushi #transgender #ryomen sukuna #fushiguro megumi #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #trans megumi #trans sukuna

[archer3-13]

impressions on the job questlines of FFXIV: A Realm Reborn

i was gonna put it off until i did the heavensward jobs, but those are different enough i feel confident in talking about these now. This is only impressions up to level 50 for each of these jobs and i'll be going over first how they all feel to play in a quick manner and then talking about the job questlines with a bit more depth on my opinions for them.

so, game feel. from best to worst, though spoiler warning i dont feel any one job feels outright bad to play.

monk. it benefits from pugilist being the most fun starting class to play in my opinion, is hurt a bit from stagnating when ya first get the soul crystal, but comes back around to being fun by level 50. well ya dont have any ranged poking options so when your avoiding attacks its either charge chakra or take a breather, the class more then makes up for it with how fun it is to get into a rythmn and when the chakra gauge starts autofilling after certain combos the whole thing is pretty much a lovely chefs kiss.

bard. this is about what i would want from a dps with buffing support elements and i find myself rather enjoying it. you have some nice debuff tools, some good buffing tools, and off ya go. its only issue i would say is that its basic attack rotation is... too simple.

warrior. aggressive tanking raar. well the starting tank classes start off near identical, when they get their soul crystals they begin branching into their own and i much prefer the warriors more aggressive footing.

dragoon. even at level 50 its kit just feels incomplete somehow, but other then that its a reliable useful class with good sound design and useful tools.

black mage. this one surprised me because thaumaturge is kinda a drag, but black mage really picks things up as a force of destruction thanks to its later tools being much easier to handle and use at successive rates.

white mage. ill never be super comfortable as a healer, but i do feel white mage is a pretty decent class to get used to healing on the whole. the levels ya get parts of its kit are rather inconvenient mind, but its kit is also just really useful on the whole especially when ya realize how valuable regen is.

summoner. it can feel fiddly at times, and parts of your kit feel kinda dubious. but on the other hand its fast and its kit can hit real hard once ya do get a handle on things. all around solid at the arr level of things.

scholar. well its faster and its tools more immediately useful, i actually find myself not liking this class as much as white mage once ya hit level 50. its certainly fast mind, but there are more parts of its kit i find redundant and it all feels a bit watered down on the whole.

ninja. i can appreciate what they were trying to do, but the mudras just slow everything down even if they are very powerful. plus a lot more of its kit ends up being redundant compared to other classes which especially sucks given rogue already had a shallower pool of skills to pull from.

paladin. im sure some people really like this class but the defensive tilt of the paladin just isn't for me.

so ya, theres the game feel. now as for the job questlines, we'll go from best to worst once more

dragoon. theres a good reason estinien got promoted to main quest relevant outside of the fact heavensward deals so heavily with ishgard. it tells a competent even compelling story, it has solid character writing, and it gets you doing things that feel unique or interesting enough. its all the strengths of what a job questline should be in essence, teaching you about the job in terms of how to use it but also the jobs relation to the world its suppose to exist in. all well still telling the story of a falling out between the dragoons golden child and his father figure mentor due to unresolved guilt and a lack of communication. as far as ARR goes this one gets the gold.

black mage. like the class this one ended up leaving a stronger impression then i thought it would. we start off strong with 'watch out for ye powers of hell, ye know not what ye trifle with' presentation and end with a naturally integrated 'the real power of hell was the friends we made along the way' kinda message involving beastmen friendships and the repentance of an old sinner trying to give his own comrades the peace they deserve. solid stuff. plus the quests themselves run the needle of fun, interesting and challenge.

white mage. i think what elevates this one is the quests which also run the gambit of challenging yet fun and interesting. in terms of story though this is good overall. nothing particularly revolutionary but i always enjoy a 'magic and spirituality relation' lesson, and it is telling a story about characters and growth, about long held traditions and culture and how beautiful it can be but also how it can restrict an individual or blind them with pride. with an appropriate if somewhat confusing conclusion of temporary spirit resurrection but hey it is white magic.

monk. i kinda enjoy this one as it gets more interesting and complex as it goes on, and windigart and erik become more interesting along with it. the problem is that the dragoon questline does what the monk questline does but better, both in a story sense and in a gameplay sense as well which is unfortunate. what does save the monk quest though is that it has a decent blend of humour to it and i like erik being the one to resolve things emotionally but also in defusing the situation by punching some sense into windigart something thats always tempting in stories like these. also windigart just gives you his shirt for the final piece of the outfit at the quests end which is hilarious.

bard. nothing particularly exemplary here but its still a good questline. you get a good appreciation for the jobs history, theres a working character arc for the job trainer that deals with trauma and ptsd in a respectful way. and well what your doing in the quests is kinda eh, its functional for getting the story across without being disengaging.

ninja. high production values and a ninja story send up save what is one of the more pedestrian stories. its fine for what it has going on, and as i said this is very much homaging ninja media in a fun 'ninjas but not in japan' kinda fashion. i think its problem is that karasu is its best character, tsubame is solid if ancillary, well the person whos suppose to be the 'main character' of the questline oboro is... the dim one. functional but not particularly exciting as a character either in what his journey as one is nor in terms of his personality. pretty fun in terms of what ya do mind, but again it has better production values on the whole.

summoner. this one rocks in terms of what your doing, with a strong flashy start and fun quests including faux primal fights with their boss themes kickin in and everything. the problem wit the summoner arr quests is that in terms of character and story its shallow as fuck. tristan presents some initially interesting questions until being revealed as just some asshole whos making deals with ascians, and other then him the story of the summoner quest is just focused on the learning how to use it as opposed to learning about it. i like the job trainer though even if i cant remember her name, shes fun.

warrior. your lucky that your kinda cute curious gorge. a whole lot of faffin about doing nothing of particular interest until a sudden last minute plot twist of gorge being more culpable for problems then initially appeared and taking the spot of your fight for the quest instead of the expected opponent. this quest is thankfully saved from being the worse by its characters being overall pleasant and for atleast not wasting time. though to an extent everyone involved in the quest almost comes across as too reasonable for whats happening.

scholar. ya do a whole lot of boring stuff for this questline in ARR right up until the end when suddenly a whole bunch of stuff about nym comes up and the tonberries. i definitely wish that was all more of its own quest and story stuff because its a lot more interesting then the job trainer who is just... so bland. wall paste bland. and as noted the quests themselves leading up to it are pretty boring themselves.

paladin. fuck the paladin ARR quests. they're both boring and actively infuriating at times with how stupid and irritating its job trainer is. and the quests themselves are equally boring, though thankfully not irritating.

#final fantasy xiv #ffxiv #ffxiv arr #final fantasy xiv a realm reborn #impressions

[casoulettearchives]

Wisp's/ Lost Soul's

Hm Lost Wisps,,,

Lost wisps aren't anything special really they are almost transparent orbs with smoke following them could be confused with a ghastly but they mail are smaller than a ghastly. (Though could come in different size's depending on what they were in their past life...) Wisps are well...Lost soul's they have that name for a reason they are recently passed pokemon's soul and have lost their way in after-life and are roaming now the earth in search of...something, not sure what though maybe some unanswered question's

Soul guides are responsible for recently passed souls to collect them and guide them to Xerneas and Yveltal Space where they will be judge if they will be able to be reborn or perish into the void for their action's in life. Since disappearance of the old guide and recent promotion from a lower god to a proper god - souls have been misguided but since Xerneas and Yveltal have recently made 2 new guides they been collecting them recently to be guided to their destiny...but it'll take time.

Lost souls CAN be seen by any god or demi-god, but also by naked eye if they manifest themselves with enough energy that is - but speaking with them might be useless because they spent most energy to manifest themselves into existence. But not everyone knows that... but im also pretty sure a god can bless you to see them bcs that god spell isnt hard...

#casoulette archive's #lost souls/wisps #lost souls #wisps

[randomkposts]

Im probably going to finish watch SMT imagine tonight. A seven hour movie.

For Law. Snakeman raising probably reincarnated Azura to be a better devil buster then protag is kind of cute. Snakeman just wants to be dad, let him be dad.

Im probably missing a lot of the fine details of this game, but given searching the internet has not given me the details of a neutral ending, I can live with watching this as my main interaction with it.

If you feel I need more info though, feel free to info dump to me about it in notes or reblogs.

Chaos so far seems to be a bunch of NPCs not Gaian aligned telling you that you fucked the future and brought strife and despair? Regardless of dead or alive status. As protag stares off into the bleading sky?

Is protag Lucifiers other half of the soul, or is something else going on? Reincarnation is def mentioned. No wait, egyptain gids. So set?

"It will not be long before we meet again" guess protag is going to die soon?

Time for side A land of the begining, which kicks off with Snakeman giving some useful advice, that he probably should have done sooner.

So far its a missing persons case with no solid name.

I have to wonder, what is the vending machine incident this DB owes snakeman for? Translation or misinfromation? I thpought the missing DB used male pronouns?

Sorcerers can bind demons without comps.

Is that a diffrent direction for magic, or does Raidou count as one?

Oh contained them in the human body. Like a pact? Like Rei Reiho and Hitomi/ Nemissa?

Nope, I should read the whole thing before speculating. Apparantly the sorcerer manipulated the demons with the bodies.

Like puppets?

Is this lore that will come into effect, or just rumor bait?

Anyway, so three COMPS are collected in varried state of useable, and the DB is assumed Dead. Now to get into home ii, protag talks to, and then teams up with white haired feline (?) ears suit guy

Who is being tormented by a old, possibly reincarnated family friend? Whatever, hes not responsible for protags possible drowning. He'll just play with the goat. Yah you do that budda

Ok. Was not sure what to expect, but it was not zombie tutorial devil buster lady. Er, DB. Kuroe.

"Have to protect. Don't forget"

The mind numbing terror of losing your mind to becoming an abomination.

To hold her hand? Or ease her suffering?

Well this is a zombie scenario, but she is lucid . . .

Oh. Human exparaments. Joy. Looks like the sorcerer is relevent, reincarnating, and nammed Douman. Since Heian times apparantly.

Who teamed up with Ogami

He wants timo reseruct seth. Oh yah, the law ending was kill the demon baby? I think?

Ok, suit ears is called Hiruki. Who has a family legacy of prison breaking methods. Surely he can destory Doumons barriers.

Wards. Whatevs.

But first he needs the catalyst. Gems. Sounding like the OG. Mitsudama?

No situation is too urgent for a fetch quest I guess.

But by the time its done the cosmic egg is broken. Whateves lets go

"After a thousand years the evil battle will be settled"

"The future of my descendents are in your hands." Odd proposal, but sure whynot, ill ship it. Its 1am.

"The great power will eat my soul, and be reborn and I will be reborn as the messiah" you sure you did your research there Doumon?

Yah, dragon Set destroyed the fool.

Hey combat! I've missed combat in this movie, its usually pretty short in this one, but combat music is always great and now I get to listen. And wipe the stove off.

Its nice to move around and take a break from the movie eith the sound of combat music.

So hetrochromic lady I forgot to mention comes in and grabs Sets orband says hes just a copy of the blade of god. Oh ok. Its Louise Cypher, dressed like a secratary. I thought you looked familar. Guess it was you doing the battle comentary as well as giving the code.

The power of satans other half? I thought. Oh whatever. Lucifer is always looking to hire. Funny how I finished Nocturne before 2.

Any other pre SMT 2 games I should know about?

And so Louise Cypher exits stage down, through the pentagram

Time to report, and wonder what possible good Seth would be as a military resource? Guess equivalent to a nuke.

Time to talk to Dilagent Judah, who has apparantly been stalking Protag.

And is talking about soul quality.

And here the idea of creating a savior is born. Doumon was the original intended messiah???

What?

And now Judah wants protag to repent and convert. Buffie is chaos this urn, so nope.

And it seems it will end with reporting to snakeman. Fitting. Kuroe has been avenged.

Snakeman takes a diffrent vibe from earlier. And says his (maybe) catchphrase .

"Show me your guts"

Thats a wrap, unless more is translated and posted, I guess.

It is 1:55 am. I should crash

#smt imagine #shin megami tensei imagine #shin megami tensei #random k #digital devil story imagine #snakeman #smt snakeman #smt azura #spoilers #devil buster Kuroe #devil buster snakeman #smt imagine Azura

[kathystheoriesandmore]

DREAMSMP LORE IDEAS!!

So it's been a while since I have posted, mostly because lore has been slow and I have been soaking up the Tales of the SMP latest episode and trying to think of theories that have not been talked about yet. (Also would love to say, I called Manifold being a person for the timeline stuff way before Maze was a thing, im just so happy it actually happened. I can't wait to see more Jack being all mysterious and teacher like) Anyways, today is not about Tales, no... I wanted to talk about Tommy's Limbo or more on why his Limbo is the way it is. The reason why is because a lot of people put it as Tommy's fear of confined places, but to me that makes no sense. He was in a void, usually void is, well... an infinite land of darkness. Meaning there is a lot of space, just no way to tell what's up or down. So why do I think Tommy has this Limbo? Well I came up with a few ideas, none of them im not fully sure are true, but I just wanted to give my takes on them. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ~The first idea is that it's to show that Tommy is scared of so much, that the Limbo broke on him. Tommy has listed a bunch of his fears before and things that make him anxious, and I have a feeling, Because Tommy had so much, it couldn't make a world for him, just making this dark void that broke. ~The second Idea is that Tommy was spared from XD's nightmare, by going into another. I have talked about how I believe that XD had taken over Kristian's job as Death, where he stops the souls from passing on by keeping them in Limbo, where he can get infinite power from their fears. Tommy, being the main character he is, found a way to get around this, but because Kristian has no idea he truly died. He was kinda in the middle of Limbo and Death... Which I have no idea what to call it. (This is not my favorite theory) ~The third is that that place was Tommy's actual birthplace... There is not a lot of evidence to this, but it would be pretty cool if it was. Him being born in the void and suddenly just existing, and when dying he goes back to where he was born, to wait to be reborn again or something. ~Finally, my favorite, the reason for the void, is because Tommy thinks, living for nothing, doing something for nothing, is not living. Tommy has a bunch of speeches about how the only way to live is by living for something, and how doing something for nothing, is not a reason to live. This also helps Dream's idea of Tommy being the reason for attachments, because it's Tommy's full idea. His life is linked to attachments, without them he feels dead, feels like he has no reason to live. So of course his Limbo is of him being away from all attachments, there is no way to make them because there is nothing. He is living in a void where there is nothing to live for... because he is dead. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ So those are my ideas! I like the last one the most, but the other ideas somewhat make some sense. Tell me your ideas of why Tommy's Limbo is the void itself. And I will see you around! I hope you have a good day/night, BAIII!!!

#mcyt #dreamsmp #dream smp #dreamsmp theory #tommyinnit #c!tommy #long theory #limbo

[skyabove]

Ok im just going to jump straight in. I believe that the glowing kid you see after Eden is actually the King (or I suppose more accurately, Prince). 

(this ended up being really long, I really hope the ‘keep reading’ worked)

Something that has always bugged me about this section after Eden, is that the glowing kid seems surprised that you offer them a hug? Originally I thought that the glow kid was a depiction of your soul, or new soul. You die, turn up here and then reassure Yourself that everything is ok - hence the offering a hand and a hug and then absorbing them before moving onto your new life. However the surprise at the offer of a hug, and then the WAY they accept the hug fits so much better if this is actually the Prince.

Unlike friend-to-friend hug interactions,it's much slower, less of a display of friendship and familiarity, and more as if you are consoling someone, specifically someone who has either not been hugged in a Really long time, or not expecting someone to show them kindness, hence the surprise and almost relief in the movement? Which would make sense if he’s spent the past few centuries alone with the guilt of destroying your whole civilisation. After the hug, you absorb the glow kid, and regain your cape, but in a pure light form - no Winged Light, you have just become a being made out of light (instead of just having Your light relit, you become much brighter suggesting that you have absorbed more than just the light you are supposed to have). This also opens the gateway back to the physical world and your path to Orbit. 

Slight side note here: you continue to glow with this newly acquired light until the Children of Light you have saved return to the sky back in their star forms. The scene where they seem to thank you has some extra implications if the soul of the Prince (ie the person who caused their split from their bodies- more about this another time) is still in your body. After they leave, you immediately lose your glow, the Prince’s soul/light has left as it has been returned to Orbit (ie the “bring our lost stars home”)

In one of the updates a few months ago, the glow kid was changed from the same orangey glow that the Children of Light had later before they leave, to a white colour with almost no glow at all. Could this be to further differentiate between glowkid (Prince) and the Children of Light that you have just saved? A further point is that, the glow kid being your soul/light conflicts with the fact that the Voice tells you that you are about to be reborn only AFTER you go through the swirly space gate at the end of Orbit. It also seems strange to receive a cape, then become capeless again in Orbit if it were a part of your soul that you were reabsorbing.

Coming back to the Limbo glowkid scene. It acts exactly the same as the Elder cutscenes, which happen at the end of their respective realms, fiting with the confirmed idea that “The locations of their cutscenes are somewhere beyond space and time”. The same piece of information continues to say “he's(the King) not there in the same way as the elders you see in the cutscenes”. Although not explicitly labeled as an Elder himself, the King is essentially the ruler of Eden as seen in the opening cutscene (and Prophecy Murals, but thats a topic for another time). This black void that you go to is the Prince’s “Cutscene Limbo”. It also fits into the rule that although these places are separate from reality, they can still affect the physical world - Prairie with the butterfly pots, Wasteland with the door, Forest with the gold wheel and the doors etc. After you have interacted with the Elder (the glowkid) and given them light (in this case, shown them kindness, then they give you light in return) the physical world changes and allows you to progress (the golden light column appears and you can fly to Orbit) 

Another side thought about the Limbo, all of the other Elder’s Limbo’s look like a place they value, Prairie’s butterflies, the Twins coliseum, Wasteland protecting the gate, but the Prince’s is an empty void with a reflective floor. Getting into speculation now, but this somewhat points to either; he has no place of value because he knows he destroyed everything, or he doesn't feel he deserves to value any place in a civilisation he caused the downfall of. (or whatever put them there decided he needed a stricter time out zone)

Anyway, the last point that supports this, which deserves a post of its own, is that in my opinion at least it seems highly likely that Prince was a sort of “Proto-skykid”. From the concept art to the murals in the Prophecy caves, to the opening cutscene and new spirit memories, to the symbols related to King and skykids that we may have had reversed all along, a lot of stuff seems to be pointing in that direction.

But that a topic for another time

One final thing though. I know someone is probably thinking “if the skykid isnt us, why does it change size to match us if we resize in the scene?” Obviously there might be some lore connection there but I’m pretty sure that its so the hug scene works properly. As you know, hugging a player who is taller or shorter than you leads to some weird air hugs/grabbing the knees, which would have distracted players from what seems to be a rather important emotional point in the story.

#i have too many feeling about a character with like 2 ingame appearances #sorry about how long this got #i ramble when im excited #obviously if theres something official that contradicts this let me know #i cant remember everything that happens in game from the early areas so i might have missed somthing #scotl #sky children of the light #sky spoilers #i guess? #lore

[arofili]

HCs about Elemmírë?

Oh man, for a character we have next to no information about other than “Vanya” and “sang a really sad song about the Trees,” I have a lot of headcanons for Elemmírë!

First of all, Elemmírë is named after a heavenly body (possibly Arda’s version of Mercury?) and the name is not given in either a masculine or feminine form, so we don’t know Elemmírë’s canon gender. This of course means that Elemmírë is trans, you can’t change my mind! I’ve seen depictions of them as nonbinary, which I love, but personally my Elemmírë is a trans woman!

All the rest of my headcanons are pretty much made up whole cloth :)

I intended to make like, a bullet point list of headcanons, but I ended up referencing my recently created personal timeline of the Years of the Trees and the First Age, and...it kind of expanded into an essay on Elemmírë’s role in the larger story of that verse of mine. So, under the cut is a roughly 2,000 word essay on my take on this blank slate of a character!

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Elemmírë is one of the Unbegotten elves who awoke at Cuiviénen. When she awoke, everyone assumed she was a male elf, which didn’t really sit right with her but she didn’t know how to express herself at the time. For the first part of her life she lived as a nér.

Elemmírë has a sister*, Calima (one of my OCs). Calima marries an Avar, who she manages to drag with her on the Great Journey despite his reluctance to go West. Right before Ulmo takes the Vanyar and the Noldor to Aman, Calima’s husband leaves her and disappears into Taur-im-Duinath...but not before Calima becomes pregnant. Elemmírë comforts her and supports her through the birth of her child, Elenwë - the first child to be born in Aman.

*(My headcanon around Unbegotten siblings is that some elves woke with soul bonds that connected them to other elves, which while they aren’t genetically related, they consider to be siblings of their fëa. This is the case for Elwë, Olwë, and Elmo; I also gave Nowë (Círdan) and Ingwë OC siblings. Finwë is a loner, which is part of why he’s so concerned about creating and keeping a marriage bond...)

While Ingwë is busy building Tirion with Finwë, his sister-in-law Alcariniel (the mother of Indis; her spouse died on the Great Journey and has yet to be reborn) leads some of the Vanyar to the foot of Taniquetil and founds what will become Valmar. Calima, Elenwë, and Elemmírë go with Alcariniel.

At this time, Elemmírë enters into the service of Varda. She develops a close relationship with her Vala, and feels more comfortable in the beautiful starry robes and among the company of mostly priestesses than she ever did in the more gendered Vanyarin society. She sings and composes hymns to Varda and the heavens.

About a century later, Elemmírë is an established and well-renowned musician in Valmar. It is then that she meets Findis, daughter of Indis, when Findis is visiting Taniquetil with her grandmother Alcariniel. Findis greatly admires Elemmírë’s songs and engages her in a discussion about poetry; the two quickly become friends.

After another hundred years or so, Findis’ half-brother Fëanáro has his fourth child. Finwë invites his whole family to the celebration; Findis now lives in Valmar and does not always attend these begetting day parties, but she happens to be in Tirion for the occasion - with Elemmírë, who tags along to the party.

At the celebration, Makalaurë (a young teen in Elf Years) sings a piece he wrote for his new baby brother, and Elemmírë is greatly impressed by his talent and offers to teach him personally. He’s had music tutors before, but none so renowned, and he is absolutely star-struck. Fëanáro has an inherent distrust of the Vanyar, but he cannot deny his son anything, especially when it comes to furthering his craft, so he agrees to let Elemmírë teach Makalaurë, on the condition that she move to Tirion. Findis offers to move back as well, so her friend won’t be alone; they move in together.

A few years later, Elemmírë takes her star student Makalaurë to Valmar so he can perform at her niece’s 200th begetting day party. This is, of course, Elenwë; Makalaurë is immediately besotted with her, and does his best to impress her. Of course, Elenwë is well into adulthood and Makalaurë is still an awkward adolescent, so nothing ever comes of this, but they do eventually become friends.

All this time, everyone has assumed that Elemmírë is a nér, but with every passing year she becomes more and more certain that is not actually the case. At last she confesses to her dear friend Findis that she thinks she might be a nís, and while Findis isn’t quite sure what that means at first, she’s very supportive and encourages Elemmírë to go to Varda with this revelation.

I do operate in a verse where some homophobia and transphobia exist in Aman, kind of accidently put into place by a well-meaning but ultimately harmful decision by Manwë, but Varda is significantly more chill than her husband. She doesn’t really get what Elemmírë is saying, but she supports her servant’s change in expression. Elven gender roles are pretty loose, so it’s not really that much of a difference, and with Varda’s support Elemmírë feels more confident in herself and comes out to the public.

Most elves, especially the Vanyar, likewise don’t really get it, and privately they still see her as a nér, but there is a firm taboo against rudeness which means they will refer to Elemmírë with the correct pronouns and honorifics and such because it would be incredibly rude not to. The discomfort with someone else’s non-normative expression is easier to deal with than the social impropriety of deliberately refusing to respect someone’s wishes about their personal identity.

This, along with Varda’s kind-of-confused-but-she’s-still-got-the-spirit support of  Elemmírë means it’s a pretty smooth transition process for her. Since her name isn’t gendered, she decides to keep it, and she is much happier now that she can express her true self. She also has a staunch ally in Findis, who she has recently begun courting.

Again, there is some homophobia in my verse, and two níssi in a relationship is generally frowned upon, but the half-acceptance of Elemmírë’s gender allows them to exploit a loophole in that particular Law/Custom. Manwë, at least, still sees Elemmírë as a nér, and so doesn’t see anything wrong with her dating Findis. It’s not the ideal situation, but Elemmírë and Findis aren’t really the “fight the system” type, so they’re content to live with the happiness they’ve been allowed.

Eventually, Makalaurë reaches his first coming of age** and Elemmírë takes her student on a tour of all Eldamar to show off how exceptional a musician he has become. He is declared a master singer, and leaves Elemmírë’s side to pursue mastery in instruments, beginning with the harp. His teacher couldn’t be more proud.

**(In my headcanon, elves have two coming-of-age ceremonies: one when they reach age 50, and are considered physically mature and old enough to be given more freedoms in their decisions, including now being of a socially acceptable age to start dating; and the other at age 100, where they are considered a Full Adult and able to marry. Sometimes elves marry younger than that, but it isn’t super common. Age pretty much stops mattering, especially when it comes to age gaps in relationships, when an elf is about 150.)

Not long after this, Elemmírë and Findis get married! Makalaurë performs his then-masterpiece at their wedding. Also at the wedding, Findekáno is caught up in all the glorious romance, and the possibilities of same-gender marriage now that two níssi (one a princess!) can be wed, and confesses the depth of his love for Maitimo. Maitimo...immediately panics and brings up all the reasons why their love is doomed, how their aunts are the exception and not the rule and besides there’s that loophole they’re taking advantage of that doesn’t really work for néri like us - but notably does not deny that he feels the same way. Findekáno is heartbroken by the rejection; Maitimo is terrified of his feelings and distances himself from his beloved cousin for a time.

But of course that doesn’t last long - and it’s at the celebration of the birth of Laurefindil, Findis and Elemmírë’s son, that Maitimo brings himself to reconcile with Findekáno...platonically. Of course. Until a few months later where he just can’t take it anymore and breaks down and confesses he can’t deny his feelings any longer, and they get together at long last.

Findis, Elemmírë, and Laurefindil return to Valmar and settle down there. Laurefindil is buds with both his Vanyarin cousin Elenwë and his oodles of Noldorin cousins. At his first coming of age celebration, he introduces his cousin Elenwë (on Elemmírë’s side) to his cousin Turukáno (on Findis’ side), and Turukáno immediately falls madly in love and begins some intense pining that will rival even his older brother’s romantic dramatics.

As strife grows among the Noldor, Findis and Elemmírë distance themselves from Tirion as much as they can; Makalaurë is pretty much the only Finwëan who is allowed to visit them. However, Laurefindil misses his Noldorin cousins and, after his second coming of age, chooses to move to Tirion and join his grandfather Finwë’s court. He becomes even closer to Turukáno (who has by now married Elenwë) and is very loyal to his older cousin.

At the Darkening, Elemmírë is deeply grieved at the destruction of the Two Trees, and it is then that she composes her most famous song, the Aldudénië, “Lament for the Trees.” Her grief is compounded when her son chooses to go into exile with his Noldorin kin - and, almost worse, when her niece Elenwë chooses to leave as well.

Elenwë is the only Vanya who leaves (well, the only Vanya who is fully culturally Vanyarin without any Noldorin ancestry), mostly because she cannot bear to be separated from her husband and young daughter, but also because she knows the story of her Avarin father who stayed behind in Endórë and hopes that she will meet him on the hither shore. (Unfortunately, she perishes crossing the Ice. Idril will eventually meet her maternal grandfather, but not until just before she and Tuor sail West. Elenwë is reborn in Aman shortly after the founding of Gondolin; she reunites with her Vanyarin family and with her good friend Amárië.)

I don’t have a whole lot of headcanons for Elemmírë and Findis during the events of the First Age; they live mostly a quiet life. I think Elemmírë rededicates herself to the service of Varda, and pleads with her Vala to show mercy for the Noldor in their need. (Perhaps that helped to convince Varda’s husband to send an eagle to Thangorodrim?)

When they hear of Laurefindil’s death in the Fall of Gondolin (because of course Glorfindel followed his favorite cousin Turgon to his hidden city, and got a noble house out of it!), Elemmírë and Findis grieve his loss all over again. They don’t know how long it will be before his rebirth, and they soon decide to have another child together. This is their daughter, Faniel, who grows up on stories about her brother’s bravery.

Eventually Glorfindel is reborn, and he has a few good centuries in Aman with his family (and his husband Ecthelion, who he finally gets to marry; they had gotten betrothed the day before Gondolin fell, RIP) before the Valar send him back to Middle-earth to play the hero again. Elemmírë and Findis are once again heartbroken to lose him, but they are at the same time incredibly proud of their son for his bravery and dedication to all things good in the world. This time, he leaves with the blessing of Varda, his mother’s patron Vala, and a promise that he will return when his task is complete. He does, but not until the Fourth Age, when he sails back to Valinor with Elladan and Elrohir!

#silm #silmarillion #headcanons #elemmire #findis #findimmire #trans tolkien #glorfindel #elenwe #oc calima #maglor #varda #ataquenta #tefain nin #my writing #anon #answers #oc alcariniel #comings and goings #stage fright #this got long WOW #also! some background russingon :)

[imorphemi]

A sky mer au?

(im kinda surprised by this because i dont remember drawing any sky merkids, although i could be wrong because i drew a lot of stuff, but whatever uhh)

nevertheless i did think about a sky mer au before! mostly because a friend of mine drew some sky merkids and i thought it was cute, and then i spent a good deal of time trying to figure out if the cape would be able to wrap around one’s legs like a tail (i gave up)

now honestly i dont know how to reply to this ask, i dont really know specifically for what you’re asking so im just gonna ramble about sky merkids because you cant stop me >:D

sky merkids are not very far-fetched with the amount of sea creatures we see in sky, and some concept art also depict souls going through the ocean and going to some point in the ocean to be reborn, so i think thats a neat. an idea that literally just popped into my head is that, besides the whole cape leveling thing fly higher and stuff, you can also collect...iunno depth levels? basically the more of the stuff you collect the deeper you’ll be able to go. we all know that the deeper you go in the ocean the colder it gets, so each level adds on little fluffy feathers/fins, reminiscent of the elder creature, onto the skykids body. also kinda like the new yeti outfit we got in dreams. also skykids cant drown. im pretty sure we know that already

i think the most prominent places for merkid structures or hangout places to be would be in forest and prairie. i dont say isle because...iunno its kinda barren, and i think tgc wants to keep isle a bit more isolated for the newbies. gives a sense of wonder once they step out into prairie. boom social interaction!

wasteland would also have stuff down there, but yknow, broken down, polluted, stuff like that. merkids probably cant go very deep in there without almost dying

(and then instead of krill there’ll be sharks)

(hold on krill are already sea creatures...whatever)

ok ok ok but how did the merkids even get to merkids in the first place. we know that they’re familiarized with the skies because the ancestors before lived in the skies. so maybe theres a race of people down in the seas too.

now, in my story merkids dont exist (yet?) however, i do have a little girl named Turtle who lives at the base of the forest temple and spends a lot of time underwater, so i might do something with that.

ok im done thanks for reading XD i had a lot of fun with this ask

#rambles #my sky stuff #sky children of the light #thatskygame #merkid

[cheshiresense]

And here’s the other thing I wrote on discord. Still a ramble but shorter.

AU where Tsuna listened to his intuition more (even with his Flames sealed, his intuition was powerful enough that it helped him avoid bullies or just gave him a nudge whenever Hibari was headed his way or there was a quicker route to wherever he was going; he's learned to rely on it even if he didn't know what 'it' was before Reborn showed up) and was also a little more proactive post-Kokuyo arc.

I still headcanon that Tsuna and Mukuro formed a Flame/Guardian bond after their battle. So after one too many times of Reborn scolding him for sympathizing with an enemy or flat-out telling him that they'll probably be locked up in Vendicare forever whenever Tsuna asks what's going to happen to Mukuro and co., he decides to try and figure it out on his own. Locked up forever isn't a good enough answer for him.

Shamal is generally an unreliable pervert in Tsuna's opinion, but he's also a professional assassin with years of mafia experience under his belt (Tsuna can't believe his life has reached the point where he can say this stuff with a straight face), so he stammers and nags an answer out of the distracted doctor when Reborn isn't around under the guise of needing to learn more about the mafia, and Shamal, who's a little more helpful when Tsuna isn't asking him for a cure, grudgingly delivers. Tsuna finds out Vendicare procedures - what crimes are too much even in the mafia world, under what circumstances the Vindice would cut in, even their trade policy - and by the time they part ways, Tsuna feels ready to throw up but also knows how to contact the Vindice and even a vague idea of what he's going to have to do to get Mukuro released into his custody.

(Some part of him can't believe he's doing this at all. But the sliver of Flame that's always flickered like a candle at the back of his mind and in the depths of his chest drives him on with more fervour than Tsuna's ever felt for anything, and even just the thought of Mukuro spending the rest of his life in the horrors of Vendicare that Shamal painted for him makes him feel sick to his stomach. He can't just not do anything.)

So basically Tsuna rings up the Vindice and is all like whattup im the future vongola decimo (because his word needs weight) and that's my guardian you have in your custody (because invisible spiritual connections made of soul fire apparently mean a lot in the mafia world), what can i do to get him and his minions back.

And the Vindice are like we'll trade you criminal for criminal, and they pull out their Most Wanted list and be like Do You Have So And So like the world's most illegal game of Go Fish.

And I just want Tsuna to go out there and kill someone for Mukuro. Like, he obviously doesn't have anybody on the Vindice's list, the only people he's fought so far are the ones Reborn forced him to fight. But the Vindice gives him names of criminals hiding in Japan, people even they haven't been able to find, but Tsuna with his Intuition can. He just needs to get his hands dirty.

But he does it. He accepts the deal the Vindice offers him - two of the world's worst criminals in exchange for Mukuro and both Ken and Chikusa. Preferably alive but dead is fine. He won't even have to lug the bodies all the way to Italy. The Vindice needs proof but they'll go to him when he calls.

Tsuna disappears for two weeks. In the end, it's not that hard. Reborn's stopped following him every minute of every day now that he has Gokudera and Yamamoto constantly hovering around him, but it's easy enough to ditch them both when they get into another one of their shouting-laughing arguments at school. He has some money and food, and he has his gloves but they won't do him much good without one of Reborn's bullets so he also pickpocketed a silencer from Reborn's bafflingly large arsenal. That turns out to be pretty easy too because Reborn's been trying to teach him how to assemble and fire various weapons for weeks.

(Half his friends flip the fuck out when they finally realize he's missing. Hibari is mostly just irritated because one of Namimori's students is skipping school. Reborn retraces Tsuna's steps with all the ruthless determination of a hurricane and within three days tracks down Shamal and gets him to spill everything he unknowingly told Tsuna about the Vindice. The only problem left is they don't know who Tsuna is hunting down for the Vindice, and not even Reborn is quite ready to dial them up to demand answers. Reborn would be impressed with Tsuna's new display of a spine if he wasn't doing it for Rokudo Mukuro what even is his obsession with that Mist honestly, did Mukuro do something to him in their fight??)

Fast-forward a couple weeks and Tsuna's done it. Sure, he almost got killed once or twice, but the truth is his targets have been keeping their heads down for years, and they've grown complacent, confident in their ability to evade the Vindice and go about their lives without constantly looking over their shoulders.

They still dabble though, from time to time. The Vindice were helpful enough to give Tsuna everything they had on them. The first has a partiality for baby-faced teenagers. Tsuna is exactly his type, and it's not hard to walk past the guy's shop a few times before luring him down a dark alley one afternoon. He doesn't even realize he's been shot until Tsuna's put a hole in his head ("Headshots are your safest bet for a fast kill, Dame-Tsuna, are you paying attention?"). Tsuna also spends the next two minutes heaving up the contents of his stomach. He's not that bothered by the blood, if he's honest; he's seen his own blood often enough that he's more or less desensitized to it. But he's just killed someone, and he's never done that before, and for a moment he regrets - fiercely - what he's set out to do, for a boy who might as well be a stranger and probably won't ever thank him for this.

(But Mukuro isn't a stranger, is he? Somehow, even though he hangs out with Gokudera and Yamamoto practically every day, even though he lives with Lambo and I-Pin and Bianchi and Reborn, even though he interacts with Hibari and Ryouhei, Tsuna still feels like it's Mukuro he understands best. His motives, his goals, his reason for living and fighting and killing, his hatred and his anger and his fears - somehow, when it comes to Mukuro, he knows it all.)

So he keeps at it. The regret fades, his resolve surges, and he's pale but steady when he calls the Vindice for them to pick up the body. And then it's on to the next target.

The second criminal - a black widow responsible for slaughtering three whole Famiglia down to the last child after marrying into them - gives him more trouble, mostly because Tsuna misses his first shot and alerts her to Tsuna's presence. They end up cat-and-mousing halfway across the country, clashing in a warehouse and resulting in Tsuna finally lighting his Flames all on his own out of sheer desperation after the woman shatters two of his ribs and has her hands around his throat and a wild gleam in her eyes before Tsuna bursts into Sky Flames that consume her before she can scramble away.

She screams and screams as Tsuna's Flames devour her, hot and hungry and relentless, and Tsuna doesn't think he's ever going to get the smell of overcooked meat out of his nose again.

By the time he figures out how to put it out, the woman is very dead, but at least she's also still recognizable. Tsuna doesn't throw up this time, mostly just numb and cold and fucking exhausted. Everything hurts, he's bleeding from a head wound, and he's pretty sure he won't be able to talk without sounding like he's been gargling gravel.

Still, he might as well finish this, so he calls the Vindice, and he gets the distinct impression that they're actually impressed with him, which is just fucked up, nobody should be impressed by murder, especially when Tsuna is committing it. It's not like he even did it well. Reborn would probably sneer at the shoddy execution. Tsuna's a mess and about to keel over, and he really just wants to go home and sleep for a week or possibly forever.

He does end up falling unconscious, so he misses the Vindice cleaning up the evidence of a murder before leaving through their portal, only to come back with a truly confuzzled Mukuro and minions. They give him the bare bones of it - they're free but under Tsuna's custody because Tsuna was the one who traded for them; if they break one of their laws again, even the future Vongola Decimo won't be able to save them. And then they leave.

Mukuro is left with a baffled Ken and Chikusa and an unconscious bleeding mess of a boy who was his enemy and now his saviour, and...

He should just go. He's free, and Tsuna's in no state to even try and stop him, let alone succeed. He should take Ken and Chikusa and book it out the door while he still has the chance. Who knows, Tsuna might even bleed out without medical attention soon, and that won't even be on Mukuro.

But something in him rebels at the very idea of taking even one step away from this stupid boy. He hates to admit it but fighting Tsuna - and perhaps even the way he lost to him and all that glorious burning resolve - gave him more than a decent idea of the kind of person Tsuna is. And he hates it because he wants to think Vongola Decimo and associate it with evil, with the trash of society, with Estraneo, except he can't, because this is Sawada Tsunayoshi, who fought for his friends even though half of them didn't give a damn about him when he was growing up alone, who even then - beaten and bruised - protested when the Vindice came to take Mukuro away, who freed him and very obviously doesn't expect anything in return, and apparently Mukuro isn't completely heartless after all.

AND TL;DR MUKURO MISTS HIS WAY INTO AN UPSCALE HOTEL AND PATCHES TSUNA UP, AND WHEN TSUNA WAKES UP, HE HIIIEEES AND MUKURO SMIRKS AND THEY DANCE AROUND THE ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM WITH VAGUE THREATS AND HAND-WRINGING AND SOME BACK AND FORTH SNARK BECAUSE APPARENTLY WHEN TSUNA ISNT SCARED OF HIM, HE HAS A VERY DONE-WITH-EVERYTHING MINDSET THAT MATCHES WELL WITH MUKURO'S DARKER HUMOUR.

AND THEN TSUNA GOES BACK TO NAMIMORI WITH THREE CRIMINALS IN TOW, AND THEY PROBABLY PICK UP CHROME ALONG THE WAY BECAUSE TSUNA IS A BLEEDING HEART AND MUKURO RECOGNIZES HIS LONG-LOST SEVERAL TIMES REMOVED TWIN OR SOMETHING, SO THEY TOTALLY STEAL HER FROM THE HOSPITAL THEY FIND HER IN THROUGH A COMBINATION OF TSUNA'S INTUITION AND MUKURO'S UNEXPLAINABLE CHROME-SENSE.

REBORN TOTALLY FLIPS HIS SHIT WHEN HE REALIZES TSUNA HAS EXACTLY TWO GUARDIAN FLAME BONDS NOW, AND NOT ONLY ARE BOTH OF THEM MISTS BUT ONE OF THEM IS ROKUDO FUCKING MUKURO AND EVEN HE KNOWS BETTER THAN TO ATTEMPT TO SEPARATE A GUARDIAN FROM THEIR SKY, BUT THAT ALSO MEANS REBORN'S GOING TO HAVE TO PUT WORK INTO ACTUALLY HELPING TSUNA FORGE REAL GUARDIAN BONDS INSTEAD OF JUST THROWING FLAME POTENTIALS AT HIM THE WAY THE VONGOLA HAS DONE FOR GENERATIONS. TSUNA KNOWS THE DIFFERENCE NOW AND HE'S NEVER GOING TO ACCEPT ANYTHING LESS.

AND BASICALLY WHEN THE VARIA/IEMITSU/VONGOLA COME CALLING, TSUNA HAS ONE VERY POSSESSIVE MIST AND ANOTHER VERY DEVOTED MIST, AND THEY ABSOLUTELY DON'T TAKE ANY SHIT FROM THE MAFIA.

#khr #sawada tsunayoshi #rokudo mukuro #headcanon #murders and mists verse #myscrap

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Inky Terrors Of The Past Chapter 5 Part 3- Finale

A.N: Part 3! the Finale of the story! happy halloween everyone to all who's reading this and this is sadly the last chapter of the story in total...... sorry for the cliffhanger ^^; corr belongs to @core4lost [[shhhhhhdonttellthemaboutthesecretgjfghfhghg]]

Henry came out from under the table a few minutes later, he makes a pant and a breath of relief as he held his chest "oh god... why... why bendy?!" he punches the floor "why did you have to give yourself up for me?!" he said as he held his head, he was blaming himself for what happened. The Retired Animator makes a groan and punched a hole almost in the walls as he plopped against the wall sighing, rubbing his head as he tries to figure out what to do now, as of now his only friend and protection of the studio was... gone... stuck inside that thing... his eyes glared as he clenched his fists "...no.... he's not done yet... that bastard is going to pay for taking him away.." he glared as he picked up his gun and axe, "hang in there buddy... im gonna make sure i kill that son of a bitch" he glares as his eyes would faintly glow red "i promise" he said as he would walk off. the halls were quite, almost nothing could be heard. the others were almost at the top but the elevator must of stopped so they were waiting by a short staircase as they all heard the echoing roar earlier, everything in the studio did including the ink demon who was resting in one of the rooms as he makes a displeased growl his plan failed... or so he thinks he gets a idea as his grin grew the toon demon was still alive though his body was barley alive just stuck.. but his spirit was he would just bide his time and wait until he come over to start pleading and begging for his help. all he had to do... was to wait. Henry ran around trying his hardest to look for the damn creature, he knew he was taking a HUGE death risk but curse his kind hearted nature, he wasn't gonna let that creature get away, not with bendy he promised the toon he would get him and everyone else out of here and he wasn't going to break that promise he get them out, no matter the cost. he stops when he finally hears the sounds of that damned creature roaring as he grips on his axe more "found you... ya damn bastard..." he said as he starts to follow the noises. he saw the creature lumbering about fighting off a innocence group of lost ones as henry took notice of that, glaring as he rang a shot in the air "HEY YOU!!" he said, the creature stopping and turning around "REMEMBER ME?!" he said as the creature howls a bit in laughter "wElL wElL wElL, If iT aIn'T heNrY? I tHouGh YoU rAn OFf LIke THaT dEmOn ToLD yA ToO... BuT yOu CaME to mE.... iNTeReStING.. hUMANs ArE sO mYStERIoUS... BUT sO naViNE tOo" he said as henry glares more, gripping on his axe more "what do you even gain from doing all of this?!" he said as the creature chuckles darkly "WiTH A bOdY AnD lImITnesS EneRGy IT'Ll Be EASy FoR mE tO DeStRoY tHis WorTHLEsS pLaNEt aND tAke It OvEr As mY oWn" he said as henry only grew more angry "is this all just a damn game to you?!" he said his eyes flashing red "do you even show ANY remorse for the people you kill?!" he said as the creature howls with more laughter "FoOLiSh HuMAn, thIs WhOle pLanEt IS liKe a gAMe FoR Me, I PlAyEd EvErYoNe LiKE PAwNs~" he said grinning darkly as his three tails swayed a bit the creature chuckles darkly at henry as the retired animator glares a bit, gripping on his axe as he takes a step back, his common sense pleading him to run away but he was not about to give up, not when he and bendy had come so far. he was gonna save him no matter the cost, even if he had to die. the creature snarls and gives chase to henry as he quickly runs, getting a headstart as the creature ran on all his limbs minus it's tails and bony wings "YoU cAn'T rUn fOReVeR huMAn!!" he said as he telports and reappears just barley missing to swipe at henry "I'lL cAtcH YOU eVeNtUaLlY!" he said, with the retired animator running more until he hid around the corner gripping his axe tightly as he drenched it in acetone a bit from one of the puddles. he was gonna give that creature a painful burn. the creature looks around lumbering as his three tails dragged on the ground, his two extra arms and hands dragging themselves along the walls for balance as the creature clicks and growls, looking around for henry as it's inky soulless eyes glared around growling a lot "cOmE oUt, coMe OuT wHErEeVeR yOU ArE HeNRy JaRvIS... i KnOW yOUR sTiLL HErE..." he said growling more, henry gripping on the axe. when the creature was close enough and wasn't looking, henry would jump and start slamming the axe as the creature snarls out in pain from the sudden blows and stinging burn it was getting, henry kept bringing the axe down as hard as he could. the creature fell to the ground after having so many blows down to him as henry panted gripping on the axe, before getting ready for one final blow to the head. before his eyes widen, he was swatted by the waist by one of the creature's sharp claws as he was flung towards the floor as he coughs up his blood holding his waist as he tries to get up, seeing the creature struggling to get up "GrGRgR... Do yOu HoNEsTlY thInk ThAt WaS gOnNa WorK?" he said as henry struggles to get up the creature laughs as he held up his hand only to find it not responsing "HuH?" it said as it tried moving it again, henry grew confused at that and his eyes widen when he realized it was bendy's doing, the demon still had some strength left, he quickly got up and started to run as the creature howls and tries to regain back control to said arm. the ink demon was resting when he felt the room changed he wouldn't look up until he heard a pleading whine "wElL, wElL, wElL... IF iT aInT tHE dEvIL DaRlInG hiMSElF~" he said as the hooded demon's spirit pouted "ha ha... but listen i don't have much time! that.... that creature! it finally got a body!" he said as the ink demon huffed "YeAh... i kNOw... aND...?" he said smirking as the hooded demon frowns "come on you know damn well what that thing will do... and... i guess.... im asking for...." the ink demon waited, his grin growing wider "CoMe oN... leT's HEaR it~" he said as bendy sighed "i... need your help..." he said as the ink demon chuckles "AlrIgHt, LEt'S hEa-" he stopped when the demon held him his soul "...wHa-" he was cut off by the demon sighing "this is what you wanted right? you need me in order to go into your true form don't you.... plus.... i... d...don't think i can keep on fighting him back like this for much l-longer s...so p-please... if you don't wanna d-" he coughs as he glitches "if you don't wanna do this just for me or henry than do it for your title! your supposed to be the most feared creature in this studios, not that thing!" he said as the ink demon stares, before looking at his own soul with a sigh, seeing how corrupted it had become only a speck of orange was left on the soul as the rest was covered or tainted by the ink he makes a nod as his hand starts glowing a purple like aura as he grabs the soul, the hooded demon's spirit smiled "please save him..." he said as he faded away as the ink demon allowed his body to transform even further as he now had what he always wanted, the toon demon's soul, now that he had that he could finally go to his most powerful form and be reborned... meanwhile with henry he was breathing as he hid in one of the stations. he knew it was a waste of time but what more could he have. he held in his breathe as long as possible as he saw the creature lumber back and fourth 'he knows im here he knows im here he knows im here!!!' he thought to himself repeatedly as he saw the creature's three tails lightly bumped the station, that was enough to get him to hightail it out of here as he quickly leaps out of the station, running as fast as he could as the creature snarls and snaps his head "F O U N D Y O U!!!" it said, chasing after him as henry leaps over a table and kept running at fast as he could, he stops when he saw a pack of ink snake raptors staring down at him, one of them seems different as henry stares at it as the new raptor circles him studying him as henry also studies the new one, it had a purplish like streak along its body and neck and tail and looked a bit bigger than the other raptors, at around 9 feet, its head was much smoother and a bit scarred too with a slight allosaurus crest almost, the raptor had cat like eyes but it seems much similar to a crocodile’s it wasn’t looking at him in a hungry or angry manner it almost seems to be looking at him.. in a curious yet threatening manner. suddenly a loud roar broke out as both henry and the small pack of 5 raptors along with the the bigger one turn over to see the creature near them. the creature growls and barks at the raptors telling them to pretty much move but ink snake raptors were never one to listen to orders, even from the ink demon or from this creature, the new raptor looked back at henry and he could see a look of empathy show up in it's eyes, as it turns around to release a loud angered shrill at the creature as the other raptors followed suit snarling as all six of them run at the creature, attacking by slicing, pouncing and biting onto the creature's inky flesh, the beast roars out in pain and tries to get them off but they were fast and smart little buggers, henry quickly ran out of the area before he clenched his head feeling something when he saw the creature before was trying to get him but one of his arms stopped working almost like... bendy was trying to still protect him. he stopped as he looked and a old memory lingers on his mind. he remembers seeing the unstable demon eating his brother's corpse, he remembers hearing joey's cousin Joseph trying to get him up but he too suffered the same faith, he remembers hearing the unstable demon screech out as he recalls joseph using a holy cross to burn through the demon's inky hell like hide to which it did. henry somehow forgave and comforted the demon despite knowing what happened he would never forget but he still comforted the demon despite that. the memory kept replaying in his head, he knew it wasn't bendy's fault. he clenches as he notices his hands were halfway turned to his toon like hands before he growls. his eyes glinting with red as he starts to turn into his toon form. the strange raptor snarls as it was slammed to the ground as the other raptors were already killed despite all of them fighting nonstop to wound the creature to which they did as it growled, ink oozing from every part of it's body as it uses it's magic to lift the strange raptor up in the air as it snarled and struggles glaring and hissing. the creature grins as it was gonna use it's new powers on this raptor before something sharp came hitting the back of the creature's head making it lose it's focus and dropping the raptor as the creature snarls and turns around, seeing henry already in his inked toon state as the monstorus verison of his toon form glares at the creature "Do yOu rEalLY tHiNk YOu CaN beAt me  iN tHiS sTaTe? YoU hAvEn'T hAd EnOuGh TiME to FuLLY tEsT oUt YoUR OwN pOWeRS, YoU rElIe ToO mUcH on YoUr owN rAge aNd AnGeR" he said as Henry snarls, as ink ooze more as he roars, a huge burst of energy comes out of him as the creature snarls in surprise "W H A T?!?!" the creature hisses as it covers its eyes waiting for the bright blast to end. when it did the creature looks to see something he never thought he see someone that was plagued by the ink could do. henry was different now, he looked similar to bendy's unstable form but without the skeletal like appearance, though he did have some sort of bone like ribs that are shown out of his now almost big inky like mass, despite size differences he looked far more animalistic than bendy's unstable form did, he even had a far more lizard like snout than the unstable demon had, the spines were also not like his unstable form's same with the tail. but either way he was pissed, the monster form of henry roars and runs at the creature already attacking him with all his might as the creature snarls as it was thrown, slammed, punched, and even jabbed many times before it was rammed to the ground. the monster henry snarls and starts to lift up one of his huge arms and like a spear he rams it hard onto the creature's chest he rammed it so hard that it almost made the arm go limp, he would do the same with the other arm as the creature from the force of the impact would fall underneath the weak floor as the monster henry quickly darted out of the way as he heard a thud like sound he loomed over the hole and saw the creature's body limp at first he though it was still alive as he growled and started to morph his claws into a axe but he soon thought of bendy, his reaction to seeing him like this.... same with corr... he grunted and sighed turning around to try to find a way to either calm down or spent up his energy when he felt something grabbing him by the leg, he looks down to see it was a part of the creature's magic as he was dragged and thrown down too as he screeches. he gets back up growling as he turns around, only to get slashed on the face as fresh ink ooze from the gash on his cheek as he snarls and tries attacking the creature again, only to get attacked by all four of it's arms, including the three tails as he was slammed towards a wall as the impact forced him to turn back to his inked like state of his toon form he growls as he was pinned down by the creature as it snarls and lifted it's one arm up before the same raptor from before lunges from above and started to claw and slice and bite at the creature as it snarled and tries to get the raptor off of it, henry's veins on his inky arm glowed red as he growls and grew some sort of sharp spines on his arm, the same with the other arm as he roars and lunges, jabbing the creature's chest with both his arms as the raptor quickly jumped off as the impact made the creature crash into the nearest pillar as it fell on it, the creature burried under the rubble as henry was now in his toon form, panting as he struggles to stay in form, he looks at the raptor who looked back and snorted, turning around to run off back to where it came. henry looks back, only to get grabbed and thrown through a wall as he crashes near a dead end, he was back in his human form as he tries getting up only to feel a sharp pain in his shoulder he looks to see the creature threw the blessed knife, hitting him with it as he wanted to scream but he couldn't the creature grins as it grunts making it's way over "It's FuNny tO me HeNRy, HeRe yOu aRe... riGhT WhEn YoUR aBoU-" he stops as he felt a familiar aura, he turns around to look at the right side of the wall, there... the ink demon shows up his glowing eye stares at the creature "Oh GoOd... yOur HeRe iNk DeMoN... I gUeSs I sHoUld GivE YOu THE hOnOR... gO oN ThEn... KilL ThE hUmaN" he said as the ink demon turns around, staring at henry as he starts to walk over towards the wounded human "AnY LaSt WoRdS hUmAn?" the creature said as henry sighed "yea...... im sorry bendy....... i failed you" the ink demon stopped for a moment and stares "...." the ink demon said nothing as it kept walking before kneeing down and grabbing the knife and yanking it out, henry braced for it but it never came he looked to see the ink demon still staring at him, and he gave henry a wink, henry could of swore he saw bendy in there for a split second before the ink demon motioned him to play dead, as he brought up the knife and striked. the creature thought henry had died "Ah WeLl... nICe wORk... nOw-" it stopped when it felt something cut it's cheek, the knife the creature looks to see the ink demon was the one that threw it, henry getting up as the creature states, before the ink demon started to change, to his true form his height changing to about 11'5 feet, his skeletal appearance going away the ink mass increasing his posture, his entire torso, and waist turn to a dark blue, as the scars on him glowed and hued purple, both his feet became globs of ink but his limp like stance was gone, he also seem to have grew a tail, his once glowing eye had turned to a roundish full on black eye with a white pupil.. that turned into a silt as his smile became much more eerie and sinister, his bowtie became normal again but it was a full out orange like color, his arms seem to be huge inky like arms the gloved hand dissapearing as he still have his finger like claws kinda, he snarls at the creature who stares in shock "W-WhAT?!?!?!" it said as the ink demon laughed "WhAt's WrOnG?~ DeMoN gOt Ya ToNgUE... HeY oLD mAn..." he said to henry as he looked at him "what?" he said as the ink demon snapped his fingers the wall that henry was slammed too opened like a secret door, seeing a hallway "Go... I'lL bE fiNe OlD mAn..." he said as henry nodded "hey" he said as he looked back, henry saluted him "good luck" he said as the ink demon only grinned "don't do anything stupid.... bud" he said as the ink demon snorted "I mAkE No prOmiSeS~" he said as henry ran off, the two creatures now stared at eachother. The fight starts out between the ink demon and the "nomad" creature, at first as Henry ran he saw a glimpse of the fight seeing how much on equal strength the two seems to fight until the ink demon used the creature's slow adaptation to its new body to his advantage, clawing and punching with his new huge inky arms and hands as the creature snarls and tried attacking the ink demon with its four arms and the demon kept dodging and using his new body and strength to some use taking a few hits before upper cutting the creature as they crashed to a room, Henry took notice of that and saw the creature finally getting the upper hand as it pinned the ink demon down, a shot rang out as it snarled in pain and held its head, looking up to see Henry up on a balcony like bridge before he ran. Before the creature could give chase it was suddenly punches hard to a wall by the ink demon as the two both roar loudly at eachother, slamming and punching eachother, though the creature had the size advantage being at around 20 ft tall, the longer stride and the wingspan giving it a much more taller posture but the ink demon had experience, speed, strength and most of all.... It had intelligence, it knew how to counter the creature. The ink demon charges tackling the creature through another wall and another wall until he threw the creature up in the air, before leaping up and going to the next room above that he threw the creature to. Henry looked over at a nearby window to see the creature and the ink demon fighting it out, both of them fighting nonstop as the creature snarls, using its four arms to slash at the ink demon trying to cause a fatal injury or at least cripple the demon but the ink demon grinned and gave a heavy blow making the creature crash through the window as Henry stepped back as the creature shook its head grumbling as it looks at Henry. before the creature could even comply to seeing Henry it was again charged through a wall by the ink demon as hengrumbles, turning around to look at Henry "WeLl? WhAt ARe yOu WaItInG fOr? GeT A mOvE oN!" He said, before getting pounded on by the creature as it snarls and stomps on the ink demon, before roaring out as it gets shot five times the damage the ink demon did to its hide made it more and more vulnerable to injuries like gun wounds as it snarls and gets pinned down by the ink demon as hnery kept running, the creature snarling and kicking the ink demon off as it tries to chase after Henry desperate to get the man's pure soul to have more power as the ink demon roars, leaping like a tiger and ramming his huge arms jabbing it into its spine as he starts moving it around almost like a puppet, making it slam into walls, floors and even the ceiling, eventually they brought their fight to a open like area as Henry could see the ink demon was having a but fun with the fight. Both the creature and the ink demon did show signs of exhaustion but the creature still didint give up as it fought the ink demon, the ink demon makes a snarl as he was slammed to a nearby anothe room as the ink demon growled and shook his head a bit, before getting up growling as he was punched by the creature as the ink Demon snarls, landing another punch on the creature's skull like face as it stumbles, Henry taking another shot and he was going to shoot it again, until he felt his gun was jammed "shoot!" He said as the creature snarls and runs at him, only for the creature to get charged into another room by the ink demon as they rolled around the creature roaring and throwing him to a multiple row of sharp blades as the ink demon was plopped to the wall as the creature grins, the ink demon makes a short laugh as his white pupil turned to a silt as he lifted his finger as the creature makes a low curious grumble before the ink demon makes a snap of his fingers as a bunch of sharp pointy tiny ink blades came piercing at the creature more than a billion tiny little pieces went piercing slicing through its flesh as the creature snarls out in pain before growling as it and the ink demon both run at eachother roaring. the ink demon would be the first to crash out of the room as he stumbles before being punched and pinned down by the creature's sharp clawed fingers as henry looked back to see the creature was gonna impale the ink demon's head on a spear. in a flash he shot the creature again at the side of the skull like jaw as the creature snarls a bit in anger before growling and dropping the ink demon going to him next as the ink demon recovered quickly and stomping on all three of the tails and morphing both huge hands into sharp inky claws as he started slashing and cutting on the creature's back as he snarled in pain when the creature sprouted it's bony like wings onto the ink demon's chest but he only grinned more and grabbed and tore off the two bony wings by force as henry ran off more as the creature roars in agony as the ink demons with then morph his huge claws to almost sword like arms as he started slashing huge gashes before the creature could even attack the ink demon rammed it's sword like arm into the creature as it snarled in pain as it was bashed by the other as it then crashed into the ink spear as it emitted a low wheezing sound until it went limp. the ink demon emitted a slight snort "NoW WhO's ThE ReAl DeMoN bITcH..." he said grinning before turning around his white pupil staring at the axe that henry dropped along with a survival knife. the ink demon would pick said items up "hE MUsT OF dRoPPeD tHeM... eh-" he felt a sharp pain when it was lifted and sliced on the stomach by the creature as the ink demon roared out in pain before being slammed into the spear himself he coughed up ink as he was then stabbed onto the shoulder by the survival knife, got half his chest rammed and pierced on the shoulder blade by the axe, having his bad leg wound reopen and getting his shoulder crippled as the creature then used all four of it's bony like claws to slash the side of the ink demon's face before it emitted a low wheeze like moan as the creature grunted and looked around for the blessed knife as it went over and picked up the knife as he turns back to look at the ink demon who wasn't doing anything now. ‘nomad’ would chuckle as he watches the ink demon who was impaled on the wall, even with half the toon demon’s soul he still wasn’t powerful enough to stop him “WeLl tHis sUrE IS soMEthInG aND heRe i ThOuGht tHAt ToOn oR oLd MAn woUld Be ThE OnE tO kIlL yOu, iT’s FuNnY oN hOw uNcLEaR YoUR fAte WaS dEmOn” the creature cackles as the ink demon doesn’t response he was just staring at the blessed knife in the creature’s hand the creature swayed it’s three tails each end again containing the elements, with red being the one for joey’s anger, the green being bendy’s energy and the black containing the pure hate and anger that susie has against anything that would tore her and alice apart. the ink demon would still stare his white pupil may be staring straight at him but he himself was focusing on the knife. he would finally focus on him when the creature snorted and asked “WeLl, aNy LAsT wORDs?” he said as the ink demon’s smile twitch… before laughing, he laughed and laughed as the creature would tilt it’s head “HuH? wHy ArE yOU LaUgHiNg?!?” the creature said as the ink demon would laugh even harder and harder “It’S fUnnY cAuSe yOu ALrEaDy LosT! iT doEsn’T mAtTeR iF i Die! WhaT MaTtErS iS tHAt yOu nEeDeD a purE soUl And nOt HeNRy’S bLoOd~ yOuR PlAn FaiLEd YeT AgaIn tHAnkS to ThAt tOoN! AAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!” the ink demon laughed louder and louder as the creature glared and roared before ramming the blessed knife on the ink demon’s head as the ink demon’s laughter soon slowly turned to a wheezing noise before finally it turned to silence as the creature stares before turning around “FaReWell…. AlPhA” he said as he walks off leaving the ink demon to his fate already. Henry Stops hearing the sounds as he looks to hear... nothing.. no ink demon... no fighting... just.. silence... the retired animator gripped on his fists "no....... damn it.... damn that creature.... i need a plan......." he tries thinking when suddenly something hit, the ink here wasnt like normal ink it was almost warm instead of cold.... slowly henry came up with something the oxygen like steam coming from the pipes and the sprinklers on the ceiling along with adding a few touches here and there... henry grinned he knows how to beat that thing in it's own game but he would need help he ran quickly to find the others. after a while he noticed the creature was again trying to look for him as he quickly runs into a random room. Henry pants after he was in a room after again trying to evade the creature, he heard the pained wheezing laughs of the ink demon dying so he knew he too was no more. he looks around the room trying to find sense of well anything to use. he looks to see a tape, curiously filled his mind wondering why this one was right in place and also where he would find it “…..” with a sigh he carefully walked over to the tape and pressed play on it and what he heard, was shocking “h…hey there….. is this thing on?… ah well…. if it is than…. heya henry… it’s me bendy… listen i… i need to tell you this before joey or that damn demon finds me so…… yeah im going to try to keep this short….. im sorry henry… ya should of never listened to me, if ya haven’t than everything would be back to normal but no…. after you left… things went… so… very wrong” henry noticed how scared bendy’s voice was in the recording “j-j-j-joey s-summoned a demon, a literal demon to try a-and ‘f-fix’ us but…. as you know joey….” bendy’s voice in the recording seem to sigh a bit. “anywho i… i just wanted to say that…. take care of them for me henry” the retired animator was confused to what he meant, until he realized he was talking about boris and alice. "t….they need a normal life outside this studio…. if…. if im gonna go down then… im taking this damn studio with me…. im sorry henry…. im sorry for causing all of this….  whole curse is my fault…. t….things would of been better off… if i haven’t existed in the first place" and with that the tape goes off leaving henry to his own thoughts "……damn it joey.. why…. why all of this… just because of one simple choice… that caused everything to fall apart…. don’t worry buddy…. im gonna make sure you get outta here, even if i have to die to make sure you escape" he said as he suddenly heard a low snarl, the creature was in this room but it was in the process of looking for something, he hid quickly in the nearby closet. the creature emits a low grunt as it sniffs and looks around some more before grumbling and walking away, henry waited a few more before coming back out, he had to hurry and find the others, without a second thought he rushed out of the room running as fast as he can as he rushes more, finally getting to the others, lacie looked at him with worry "w....where's bendy...?" alice weakly said as henry felt his heart broke as he sighed and told them what happened. the angel and the others were shocked to hear this "so.... what now?" boris said as henry glares "i tell you what we're gonna do.... we're gonna make that thing regret it ever crossed us" norman looked up "henry, that thing KILLED *zzzpt* the ink demon, what makes you think we'll be any chance against it?" he said as henry looked at the various pipes that held steam and the sprinklers "when i attacked it, it reacted violently to the steam, i saw a part of it's body froze, only the ribcage, if we can lure it here, we can freeze the damn thing to solid stone almost... and break it" he said as the others looked confused "question" thomas said raising his hand "how are you even gonna lure it here?" he said as henry only stares. An few minutes later or more have passed, the creature could now be seen killing a group of lost ones, growling in anger when it did'int see lacie anywhere, if he got rid of that safe house's leader than they would have no one to give them orders to meaning he can easily pick them off one by one. the thought made ''nomad'' grin at that but before the creature could go even any further to find the group it was pounced by something, the strange raptor from before was back, it clawed and got off of the creature as ''nomad'' roars out at it, the raptor emitting a shrill back, as it ran at the creature using her speed to her advantage as the creature tries to attack, the raptor snarls and bites, slashes and leaves gashes on the creature as even after she was thrown and slammed to the wall by the creature's tails she still kept on fighting, the strange raptor emits a snarl in pain as she was slashed on the back and began getting clawed at repeatedly by the creature's four arms, when it brought up it's first arm for a final strike the raptor's eyes opened widely as she dodges, going around to the back as she starts digging her death talons on the creature's back as ''nomad'' tries to get her off once again, when the raptor spun around and aimed to bite the neck as she succeeded, the creature struggling, the strange raptor used her claws to keep a tight grip, the creature snarls and slashes her waist with it's claws as the strange raptor snarls out in pain, before it yowls as it was bitten down on the neck as the creature lifted the raptor up with it's mouth, as if strangling the raptor's neck with it's mouth as the strange raptors yowls more and tries fighting back, the raptor growing a bit weaker as the creature grins and lifts up the raptor more, as suddenly a blinding light followed by a screech was heard as the creature snarls and drops the raptor which quickly gave it the chance to charge into the creature, knocking it down and then retreating, running past the projectionst who was the one that did it, the creature groans and glares at the projectionst as norman emits a low click and motions him to come over, as he runs off, the creature snarls as it gives chase. halfway the projectionst loses the creature as ''nomad'' looks around frequently before it's 'ears' perked hearing a gun shot "HEY, YOU! REMEMBER ME?!" henry said as the creature snaps towards his direction and roars, going after him as henry runs and runs going to a hallway with a slight dead corridor, he stops at the end of it and turns around, the creature turning around the corridor and it notices henry stopped, it makes a slight chuckle as it moves slowly stopping when it reached out of the doorway it came from as henry pulled a lever, closing the door that the creature came out of as it chuckles "WeLl.... ThIS iS WheRe yOu'lL mAke yOur FiNAl sTAnd HuH hUmaN?" the creature said as henry just cocks his gun "why don't we finish this.... ya damn asshole" he said as the creature growls, before roaring, and running towards him, tripping over the wires as henry begins shooting at the pipes, destroying them as steam shoots out onto the creature as it snarls from the sudden blow, the more henry shoots at the strange pipes the more the steam comes out as it begins roaring in pain, henry aims and shoots the sprinklers as all of them came on at once as the creature begins feeling more pain as it tries running more towards him, but henry shoots the creature several times, two in the knee, 3 in the ribcage and one in the eye socket as it roars and knelt down, it's two extra arms glued now to the floorboards as it's tail were stuck, the bony wings slowly cracking and breaking as the group emerges from their hiding spot "yeah! we got him!" corr said as alice and boris just glares at the creature, henry walking over as it weakly looks at him, before chuckling. "what's so funny?" henry said grunting as the creature makes a low grin "YoU.... hUmAn..... i..... hAve uNdErStImAtEd yOu.... yOu HaVE beSteD me... .hEH..... To ThInk... i tHoUgHt AlL hUmAns WeRe NAViNe.... yOu... YoUR diFFerEnT... YoU CoNTiUne To aMUSe AnD iMprEsS mE... HeH...." the creature begins coughing as ink dripped from it's eye sockets "tO tHINk..... I WaS dEfeAteD bY a MErE mORtAl.... YOU pLAnNEd tHis... i ShOUlD OF bEeN SmaRter Eh?" he said as corr pouted "hey! don't make us feel sorry for you! why did you do all of this huh? why take away henry's friend and make him go crazy?!" he said as ''nomad'' chuckles, ink dripping from it's wounds "wElL.... i SaID... i nEeDeD a bodY.... AnD i OnLy HavE lImIteD tIme iN tHIS fORM cAuse I don't HAve HEnrY's purE soUl, JusT WiTh His BloOD iN mY KnIFe it WAs enOuGh tO keEp ME iN thIS fORm For... HmM AbOuT I shOudl SaY... *cough* 3 DaYs" he said grumbling weakly as henry glares "why use joey? why anyone but him?" he said as the creature glares "THaT HuMaN... DiD'INT DO hIS paRt OF tHE deAl wElL EnOugh I dECidEd eNoUgH WaS enOuGh aND tOok mAtTErS iNtO mY OwN HAndS" he said growling as henry glares more "so, that's it then huh? your gonna die and this curse will all be over" he said blankly as the creature nods "YEs... yOu HAve BeSteD me One ToO Many tImeS... It sEeMS nOW yOu'lL be ThE one To HAve The FInAL lAuGh... or WiLl yOu?" he said chuckling "BuT nO MaTteR.. joeY wIll be FrEeD aND Un BoUnd TO mE tHE mOmeNT he fEEls thaT I haVE gRoWn wEaK" he said as henry glares some more, pulling out bendy's machete and jabbing it on the creature's shoulder "god damn it tell me where the hell is bendy in your body!? i want him back damn it!" he said as the creature howls with laughter while wheezing and coughing as corr glares, about ready to turn to his lanky form out of anger when boris stops him, shaking his head as corr nodded, "wElL- ThaT's A sHAme HeNRy... YoUR fRieND is-" the creature snarls a bit as henry shot it in the neck "SHUT, UP! that is not true i know he's alive!" he said as the creature chuckles "beLivE wHAt YoU wAnt.... leT me TeLl yOu tHis ThOuGh... YOu maY hAve FoIleD my pLAns For tHis WorLD bUT.... HEaR ThIS... i wIll rEtURn oNe dAy HeNRy... And WhEn i Do... YoU Will BE tHE fiRsT i wILl dRag TO hElL WITh, yOu beTteR Wait fOR ThaT DaY HEnrY.. CausE aLWayS... beWaRe the.... iNk DEMON!" the creature then tries one last attempt to attack henry before a loud shot rang out as henry putted a shell right in the creature's chest the bullet piercing right through it as it roars out in pain, it's body slightly cracking as a hand rose out of the cracking body, it was joey's hand, henry's eyes widen as he grabs the hands and pulls out his former boss, joey panting and breathing as he looked worst for wear "t.....thank....you...." he weakly said as the two flinch from hearing the creature roar out in pain, falling to the ground as it's body was cracking as it slowly turned to a puddle of ink, the others sighed in relief at the creature finally dead, before henry furrowed his brows and his eyes widen he sees a familiar green gloved hand "bendy!" the retired animator said, rushing over "bendy oh than-" he almost gasped, bendy was seen, covered in large wounds, and with a large hole in his chest henry stares in shock "oh....no...." he weakly said as bendy opened his eyes, smiling weakly "h...hey there h...henry... d....did w...we g...get him?" he said, coughing slightly as henry nodded "y...yeah bud.... we did....." he said sniffling as bendy weakly smiled, the ink covering half his face so only his right pie-cut eye was looking at him "w....what's the matter henry? why the long..... oh" he said, lifting his hand up and seeing the large hole in his chest as alice and boris stares in shock, corr slightly shivering as tears already start dripping in his eyes. "oh no... b-bendy?!" the small demon said as henry stares at the hooded demon "h...heh... sorry henry....i... i guess i couldn't be a strong enough demon...." he said coughing as henry shushed him "don't, save your energy bud i'll i'll get some ink! it'll fix you i know it will-" bendy placed a finger weakly on his lips "shh.... don't henry... it's the end of the road for me... w....we have some good times d...did we?" he said as henry nodded, frowning still "y...yeah... why bendy... why did'int ya tell me sooner bud..." he said as the demon had tears dripping down "i..... i did'int want you to h...hate me..." he sigh breathing heavily as henry shook his head "you know i can never hate you bud, you know that don't you?..." he said sniffling as the demon nodded "h...heh..... yeah... i do..... im so tired old man..... im just so... so tired... it's funny" he said weakly smiling with a peaceful look "i thought.... death.... was cold.... but... it's.... warm.... i never thought death could be so... heh... warming...." he said weakly coughing as henry had tears finally dripping from his eyes "don't leave just yet buddy i promised you i let you see the outside! the beautiful blue skies.. the lush green grass, the peaceful nights and oh the ocean... im not breaking my promise to you bendy... jess would of loved to meet you.." he said, sniffling as bendy weakly smiled again as he lifted his hand up, as henry grabbed it with his own hand "listen..... henry?" he said as he nodded "yeah buddy... im still here" he said as bendy sniffled, tears dripping from his eyes "p....promise me.... that you'll take good care of all of them..... would you?" he said weakly sniffling as henry realizes what he meant now by not existing "oh... no dont' do this to me buddy, come on just keep your eyes open for a little while longer we can fix this we can-" bendy weakly coughs "n...no...... im so tired henry... i just.... wanna...... r....rest....... im.... sorry i could'nt.... be the..... demon.... you.... wanted.....dad...." his hand falls from henry's hand as ie laid on the ground his eyes closing as his heartbeat stops, henry stares, shocked as alice then sobs into boris's shoulders, corr whimpering as tears drip down "no...nonononononNO!" henry said grabbing bendy gently by the shoulders and shaking him "COME ON BUDDY! DON'T YOU DARE CLOSE YOUR EYES ON ME! PLEASE! PLEASE BUDDY! DON'T!" he said almost about to sob as he finally did, while saying "don't..... leave me......my blessed... son" he said as he sobs, with the others mourning in their own way. meanwhile... back with the corpse of the ink demon that had been impaled, the ink had stop oozing from him as he was still in his reborned form, slowly... his fingers twitched

#Part 3 of 3 #My Writing #Gore TW #Death TW #Angst #The HellHole Of The Studios (Post Verse) #Inky Terrors Of The Past AU #The True Events (Canon Verse) #Modern Reflection; Little Devil Darling (Bendy) #The Creator Of Bendy (Henry Jefferson Jarvis) #The Big Friendly Wolf (Boris) #The Angel With A Sword (Allison Angel) #The Camera Creature (Norman Polk) #lacie #thomas #The Ink Demon; Ruler Of Ink (Alpha) #The Little Demon Brother (Corr) #The Co-Creator (Joey Drew) #The True Mastermind (''Nomad'') #The False Prophet (Sammy Lawrence) #:))

[fadedstarlight]

the stars will sing for you, one day. hope is what dreamers rely upon, so don’t lose it. even if it means the end of everything you know.

a crumpled tee shirt, plastered directly to her face. an exhausted arm brushes it aside with a disgruntled moan, the moan of someone who was having a terribly nice dream and was woken up by the most inconsiderate rays of morning grace. thanks, morning, she mutters to herself. comforter pushed aside, beads of sweat rolling off the bangs matted to her temples, may allows her body the respite of cool floorboards, chilling her aching body. wait, why is my body aching? where is my home? where am i? startled eyes, dizzy from the relentless waves of heat, burst open with fervor known only to the insane and the driven. there were a lot of questions, of course. that’s human nature. staring up at the ceiling, a small fan twirls daintily. this isn’t right, she keeps saying to herself. this can’t be right.

no answers can be fulfilled lying face-up on the floor, so in a flurry of movement, may was upright at last. tenatively, she made out the visage of fate that lay before her:

a half-eaten pizza. thrown lazily over a laptop.

why is there a pizza here?! i don’t even like pizza!

may took this opportunity of pure speculative confusion to observe the furnishings around her– a bed with no frame, laid at the end of the room with pastel flowers adorning the comforter; a small, yet thoughtful rug that looked incredibly soft if layed upon, if there weren’t a black cat sitting directly in the center of it, enjoying the sun; a desk with the aforementioned pizza laptop at the other end of the room; and a communist flag pinned to the wall with two small knives.

cool.

i need to find a fan.

PROLOGUE

1 maybe this is the beginning of something new.

maybe this is the end of something ancient.

maybe this simply is.

2 she can’t do it alone.

be strong, may. be strong. run fast, head high, legs pumping– as long as you are going away from what you once were. that, dear, was a fate worse than death.

i don’t think death itself envies you, to be honest.

3 if you keep walking, maybe eventually possibly you can wake up from this and it will all be better.

but you know, you can’t outrun fate.

fate has its own tendrils that operate on their own terms and own laws and own everything and it doesn’t give a shit if it hurts you. because it has a job. and it’s doing a pretty great job at that job, and it probably doesn’t like that job but it doesn’t have a choice because its fate bosses tell it to do that job or else it’ll lose its fate job in its fate cubicle making a fate wage so it can feed its fate family. and they have their own fates, too, forcing them into this fate paradox that never seems to pause or contemplate why it does that, as if that too has a fate that it was predestined for.

my head hurts,

i really need some coffee. when was the last time i had something to drink? it was a day ago, probably. it’s not like, out here, i have much to go off of in terms of resources. if the winter chill nipping at my fingertips could be as filling as they are annoying, i’d never have to eat or drink anything again. now i’m hungry too. i am kind of wandering the wilderness, so i suppose i’m not too surprised. but i still am. in an apathetic kind of way. like, i will be conscious of what is happening, think to myself, oh, well i should do something about this, and never actually act upon it. even now i feel like im just watching a movie of someone else who just so happens to be traversing the alaskan landscape in search of something that isn’t there, wondering what their motivations are. gnawing on popcorn, sucking down heaven’s nectar and in the calming embrace of separate souls, lapping up the emotional buffet such a connection offers to one so malnourished. certainly sounds good right about now.

but i’ve accepted that, after about the nineteenth mile of uninterrupted walking, i understood that my entire existence was to never be ‘good’. good is the term that people never meant for anything say to quantify their meaningless lives by trying to find purpose in purposeless things. they have to do something for 80 years before they kick the bucket, right? grass doesn’t have things to look forward to, to aspire to be, to discuss, yet here it is, frozen and pale in the face of winter’s countenance, tenderly caressing its neck with its white-hot temptation. and grass doesn’t hurt anybody, either. all grass ever did was be green and be eaten by things who like hurting other things. grass has feelings, too, but no one cares. because it’s grass. and we are people, but honestly, we’re so much worse than grass. grass deserves more good its life than we have ever had. grass hasn’t killed other grasses. grass just wants to be the best grass it can be and it tries so fucking hard to be that. its grass parents must be so proud of it.

i wish i were grass.

4 stars wink at me sometimes. their flirtatious personalities are intoxicating, which makes it all the more heartbreaking when i realize the distance between them and i. i wish i could be up there with them, and succumb to their allure, be subject to the countless stories and thoughts, their transcendental banter, their flaws and fears and fate all lined up for me to gorge upon with all senses in wide-eyed stupor. the stars have their qualms about the universe too, i’m sure. but to be a celestial body must have its perks, too. for one, you never have to worry about not having enough time. you’re the largest measurer of time, only trumped in its universal dominance by the ones who set them there at all. also, you’re friends with other stars, whether they like it or not. your galaxy would be, essentially, a set of unbreakable friendships. you’re all orbiting each other, invariably destined to meet in a cataclysmic reuniting. it’s poetic: tragic and moving and short-lived yet unmistakably important to those involved, for they are foreverchanged with unmistakablelove. those were books i was writing on before i began this wandering journey into eternal oblivion. i doubt they’ll get finished, but it’s the fact that i tried at all that makes it powerful.

5 now, as i wrap my cardigan around my knees and crush the life out of these frozen leaves with my weight it must bear, i contemplate the purpose of my existence as an individual among individuals. is it true that some are destined to live in the solitary confinement of their shadow, as a mere instrument of mimicry? that is all i have become. to serve the whims of another, willing to destroy the whole of my being just to catch another glimpse of him, to prove i have life worth living, pulsing throughout my chest. but now i sit, cracked, with my split soul, breathing life into these leaves, similarly cracked, and similarly dead, and similarly subservient to me. this is hope leaving my body. i can feel its warmth pour in drops at first, yet slowly collecting into a technicolor pool, paled slightly by my tears added to the mixture. i like pastels anyway.

it has been pouring since the encounter. whatever it touches lives again. my goal is to find the man. and hug him. and let the torrent of tears stain his jacket, and my soul to drench him in his ignorance, to heal him, for he is the broken one, not i. i am not cruel. i am not beyond help. neither is he. no one is evil. he is confused. i am confused. we are confused. i will heal him.

6 you ever have those dreams that seemingly go on for decades, that build their own narratives and relationships and struggles that become all the more important than your own as you reside within them for those few brief hours of rest? where you remember every detail of your fictional love’s morning routine, as it was your favorite part of waking up, watching them dance while brushing their teeth, and sing in the shower way too loud letting yourself join in and not caring about the fact that both sound like a duet of cats dying in the rhythm of california gurls? where you remember the pain of losing imaginary loved ones, those ones whom your entire being was poured into, that made you the best fictional person you could possibly be. where you wake up in tears because you died crying, in a hospital bed, not sure what would be on the other side, and it just so happens to be that this actual, tangible life was the alternative, even though you would probably prefer a legitimate death without this purposeless, lifeless existence you actually inhabit being a purgatory for the next 60 years. those dreams have been appearing to me more and more recently, and i’m sure there’s a reason for their occurrences. maybe its because of this crisp wilderness air constantly barraging me with endless strokes of its mighty wind, or the fact that i haven’t seen another person in three days, or eaten in almost two, or the fact that i’m kind of disintegrating before my very eyes. the puddle my heart has left keeps a nice warm patch on the ground where the grass has been reborn, but aside from that i am cold. very cold. i can see some lights in the distance, kind of like a hazy sea of distant fireflies, gracefully following their own solo lines while maintaining the integrity of the whole symphony simultaneously. it’s rather pretty. if it weren’t for this hypnotic flurry of flickering, i would pass it. but i am intrigued. what stories will lie here, who knows. i can only pray they will leave me more answers than questions.

7 as my eyelids rush to meet each other as soon as those faint, flickering lights form distinct rectangles, i find myself feeling oddly at peace with everything. as i give in to gravity and the earth whispers my name, may, may, lay your weary head upon my shoulder and allow me to bear your burden, all things become so very obvious. alike the situation that placed me here, skull against skin against upturned earth, i succumb to alluring temptation once more, with the knowledge that my limbs, although leaden, have lead me farther in this time alone than they ever had in the life i lead before, and that was a comforting thought. maybe this all was a worthwhile endeavor, as the crash of footstep berates my sensitive ears with their screeching calls.

if i had known he would be the stars, and the grass, and the earth, and all other things, maybe i wouldn’t have come here. it’s all intertwined, there’s no escaping this or that or anything or nothing because even absence leaves a gaping hole in my chest that leaks out like a starving child begging for sustenance, as tears flow and fears grow and lives are snuffed out, one by one. i would rather take their place, there. some of those starving people who will never have a chance could have a chance if i allowed them to have it. i’ve wasted my life, on things that never really mattered or cared, but they could have done something amazing, gone on to change the world forever, instead of having the soul sucked out of them as life pours out of their eyes like tears so similar. i wonder if anyone feels the same way about me, that i could be something great if i were only capable of and given the chance. i think about that a lot. the possibility of something else, of renewal, of happiness. it’s simply a thought, but it’s a thought worth thinking of.

8 i was asleep for a day, i was asleep for a thousand days. time is a petty quandary anyhow.

what was true was the tears – millions upon millions of tears begotten by the tortures of millions upon millions of demons locked away in one solitary skull. sleep was never my friend; sleep never attended birthday parties or called late at night to make sure arteries were intact or laughed at dumb jokes or anything like that. sleep was the listless vixen that cloyed at my mind, always tempting me to the brink of exhaustion but ever allowing me to partake, never allowing me anything but the utter agony of lack of control. but this was especially horrid, as the role had been reversed. now lady list had her tendrils firmly secured, her jaw relentlessly locked on my consciousness. left to her mercy once more, the agony poured from my eyes in steamy globs one after another as the pain throbbed in my temples because the temple of solitude within my mind had been breached ad neverendum. i was forced to play out the pain of my past as her poison passed through my porous brain, a catalyst for the horrors of the may that once experienced them to be rejuvenated with enthralled vigor once more. i was worse than dead. it should have left me there, to die in my own pity, convulsing and confused and scared. but that would be too convenient. eventually, her poison drained from the wounds i had inflicted myself, numerous and agonizing in their own right. i had to. it was required. i couldn’t stand the thought of it all anymore. you can only handle so much.

we’re only human.

well, most of us.

9 my eyes, shrouded with glistening stars that swirled around nauseously as i took in my surroundings, danced across this unfamiliar environment. scuttling feet enveloping my senses, in all senses but sight: no matter how hard i tried to focus on the brittle tile that sent shivers cascading through my body, no clarity ever emerged. i was left with a vague sense of the location i was residing within: the floor of a tavern. freezing, filthy. i was apparently dragged inside with no real thought as to my condition or situation: for if these fumbling buffoons were to realize the seriousness of my predicament they would surely be healing my every wound and bowing their head to the bobbing of mine, attempting to raise my upper body. neither of these conclusions were to be fully realized, though i thought myself a queen for a time: to control all things with but a mere breath, to flaunt one’s ability and status with crooning grace and fullness; capable of destroying the lives of those around me but being empathetic enough to allow their lives sustenance for another day, and letting the reaper grow thin and his scythe rusty due to my own diligence. i would be the master of mortality, able to move any single, simple soul to accomplish this countenance’s humble requests. one could actually compare these actions to those of

UP. AWAKE,. I, I FEEL, COLD. . WHERE IS MY HEART? ? IT’S BEEN BLEEDING ALL OVER THIS DAMNED FLOOR. MUDDYING UP THE BOOTS OF THOSE UNACCUSTOMED TO SUCH LOWLY TRIBULATIONS THAT ONE OF MY OWN STATURE MUST ENDURE. SO SORRY, , MADAME, MISTER, I SHALL ALL AT ONCE CLEAN MY PLACE AND PERSON AS TO BE AS TRIFLING OF A INCONVENIENCE AS POSSIBLE, I MOST WHOLEHEARTEDLY ASSURE YOU THIS IS COMMONPLACE FOR PEOPLE WITH ISSUES SUCH AS MINE OH YES PLEASE DONT TOUCH IT YOU’LL BURN YOURSELF. YOU’LL BE DAMAGED. WHYA RE YOU STARING/? AT ME LIKE HTAT? OH I MUST HAVE BEEN INTRUSIVE MY SINCEREST APOLOGIES I SHALL PACK MY BELONGINGS AND GO PLEASE SIR FINE SIR MOVE ASIDE, ,,, WHY ARE YOU STANDING THERE, UNMOVING AND UNBLINKING AS IF THE WORLD HAS NEVER GRACED YOU WITH AN IMMOVABLE BEAUTY SUCH AS I? HOW RUDE OF YOU, I SHALL

run run run. run. run run? run, yes, yet my legs waver and mind shakes at the onset of actuality. this is not good. i must change course, find solace in the upstairs rooms, where i will surely pay for my intrusion into somehow. these awestruck peoples have been stagnant since my arousal, how peculiar– and this is coming from me! each step is as if my whole soul is to be thrust into the heat of a battle, and each cell inside my body are the unwavering yet unwilling soldiers who understand their demise is necessary and inevitable in order to protect those who admonish them on home soil as their greed stockpiles as quickly as complacency grows. i have been here for hours, it seems, attacking these cursed slopes that haunt my every movement, as i clamor up their taunting, unnervingly pearl-white faces. my chest heaves and my screams are apparent, but they are wholly necessary for the process at work here: yet still oblivious onlookers seem more interested in the past than present. the solid oak door moans as loudly as i: please, come inside me, come in and never leave, you are mine and always was. i was always one to give into temptation. the door swings with greased hinges, carrying me as momentum forces me to land on the bed directly in front of m-

ow. now i’m unconscious again, aren’t i? who knows how long i’ll be trapped in here. it’s pretty rank, too. i never much cared for it. i’d trade it out for a new one in a moment if i were able to, but those sorts of things are only what can come true in fantasy, and not reality, this reality of cracked and flowing hearts and polished white floors and hungry doors waiting to consume their next meal. this is reality. and i try so hard to convince myself that yes, reality is something worth fighting for, and here i am, at its mercy once again.

at least the floor is warm now.

[whoknowsbud]

Diavolo no Daibouken AU

This is essentially justification for a character that uses stand discs. It ended up (as usual with us) becoming a pretty big thing. Whether or not we ever pick it back up is... to be seen. Warning for part 6 spoilers (universe reset, that is) referencing of other AUs I have (shouldn't be a problem though), yugioh references...

xXX.-r12p84-.XXx 12/09/2020:

All right about the daibouken thing

Maybe the discs are randomly generated by the stand itself?

hollow knight... 12/09/2020:

hhhh? how tho..

pucci screwed up when resetting the universe is like. the only possible thing i can think of without doing weird workarounds. or like... original souls dead or alive were made discs?bgjkr

xXX.-r12p84-.XXx 12/09/2020:

Pucci fucked up #2: now look what you’ve done

hollow knight... 12/09/2020:

hehehehehhdjbas yea

i love pucci just totally screwing up

xXX.-r12p84-.XXx 12/09/2020:

Pucci made a world (almost) without stands

Fuckin.... pokemon but it’s stands

hollow knight... 12/09/2020

bhegrhjgbjbgdxs

xXX.-r12p84-.XXx 12/09/2020:

That would actually be a fun idea for a fanpart

hollow knight... 12/09/2020:

whitesnake says fuck pucci for evolving him and sabotages

xXX.-r12p84-.XXx 12/09/2020:

Whitesnake: let’s see how you like THIS fate big man

hollow knight... 12/09/2020:

ok uhhhhh so the memory & stand discs are still separate, so the only way for this person to figure out what happened would be... someone's memory who was there to find out his whole plan. so the memory disc of... jotaro, jolyne, weather, emporio, or pucci? but emporio & pucci of course have all their discs...

unless.....

whitesnake could also clone discs..?

hollow knight... 12/09/2020:

they do ballet, just cause i admire the fuck outta those ppl like holy shit strippers and ballet dancers god damn

this person can and will kill you only using legs.

xXX.-r12p84-.XXx 12/09/2020:

Plot idea: stand disc game that kids play with gauntlets that load disks some of which are real

hollow knight... 12/09/2020:

omg

jojo but its yugioh but its jojo

xXX.-r12p84-.XXx 12/09/2020:

And our hero accidentally finds a r e a l one

hollow knight... 12/09/2020:

"i will just insert this Directly Into My Face"

jk, the disc calls to em

fuckn full yugioh

xXX.-r12p84-.XXx 12/09/2020:

full yugioh...

xXX.-r12p84-.XXx 12/10/2020:

WAIT wouldn’t giorno/some equivalent of him exist in this world thanks to Requiem

hollow knight... 12/10/2020:

yes, yes he would 👀

hes a pretty big help

(eventually)

xXX.-r12p84-.XXx 12/10/2020:

wait maybe he’s a disc that someone finds

hollow knight... 12/10/2020:

i did consider, but

giorno is confused and depressed cause wtf happened, he lost like. Everything adn then this person whos happened to start figurin shit out starts looking for his discs, cause they find... i dunno, one of the p5 gangs disc, so they know about him. anyway, they find giorno himself and its weird cause like. why isnt he discs. and giorno becomes kinda the jotaro equivalent

im thinking, since almost everyones reborn, protag is trying to find them & return their discs

so giornos trying to help find the people & other discs, which is really hard cause for some reason someone made a goddamn game

god imagine a scene where giorno has all of his friends discs back

hollow knight... 12/10/2020:

u_u

and then finally pucci checks in on the new verse and ruins everything

xXX.-r12p84-.XXx 12/10/2020:

hes the final boss

maybe this is the verse before fusion?

Like, Giorno has Jotaro’s disc in his hand and boom. Jort

hollow knight... 12/10/2020:

shrugs probably

just every au is real now

cause puccis a dick

xXX.-r12p84-.XXx 12/10/2020:

Just an idea we don’t have to go through with it

A shitpost really

hollow knight... 12/10/2020:

ah

unless

this is the verse just before the final one

xXX.-r12p84-.XXx 12/10/2020:

You genius

also consider: this giorno isn’t quite the giorno we know, he’s lived pretty much the same life as the giorno we know but he’s from another reset that was basically identical to the first universe

there’s a pattern to these things

mainverse, pucci fucked up verse

But each mainverse slowly but surely gains more information about how to alter reality properly

xXX.-r12p84-.XXx 12/10/2020:

If that makes sense?

hollow knight... 12/10/2020:

ye yea

xXX.-r12p84-.XXx 12/10/2020:

That likewise means we’re looking at slightly off center versions of the stands

hollow knight... 12/10/2020:

a little miscoloring, aesthetic changes, maybe a couple genders...

xXX.-r12p84-.XXx 12/10/2020:

indeed

hollow knight... 12/10/2020:

aa wait if this was whitesnake getting revenge itd probably have to be one of the first

xXX.-r12p84-.XXx 12/10/2020:

ohh good point

hollow knight... 12/10/2020:

im thinking about having it be the first disc.. and largely sentient (obv, or it wouldnt be able to want revenge in the first place)

xXX.-r12p84-.XXx 12/10/2020:

makes sense

what if giorno goes by his birth name now

hollow knight... 12/10/2020:

actually now that i think about it, was it ever confirmed that giorno was immune to the reset?

xXX.-r12p84-.XXx 12/10/2020:

i don't... think so? not by araki anyway

hollow knight... 12/10/2020:

where is he....

araki wheres new/old giorno.........

xXX.-r12p84-.XXx 12/10/2020:

basically how i see it giorno's a phoenix

he can survive one reset but not two

but then another one rises from the ashes so to speak

the dream is eternal baby

#stand discs #stand disc #pucci #enrico pucci #jojo pucci #jjba pucci #universe reset #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo #jojo au #jjba #jjba au #stone ocean spoilers #pucci fucks up #info #jojo yugioh

[jazzband22]

the silver mask review

NOTE: all spoilers will be under the cut, so if you havent read the book yet, i would suggest not opening it (unless you dont care about spoilers like me ^_^)

okay, so i know we all had low expectations for this book. i know we all knew it was gonna suck. despite this, i found myself feeling hope when i picked this book up off the shelf last night. maybe it will all have just been a big misunderstanding and the book is actually gonna be great!

well i was wrong. its bad. really bad.

honestly, as im typing this, i cant think of many things about this book i actually liked. i guess i liked that call had a lot of doubts about everything he was doing? he was constantly wondering if he was doing the right thing, which i can really relate to. im not an evil overlord, obviously, i just have anxiety. i also liked the banter between call and jasper and the development of their relationship. it was kinda nice to see them working together on something, and even helping each other.

now, for the things i didnt like.

this book was lightning-paced, and this did not work in the story’s favor. i read the whole book in one sitting, which im sure many of us will do, and i found myself wondering, “wait, we’re moving on already?” scenes are short and to the point which is a little disappointing. i expect more from this book, i know what it’s potential is. its sad seeing it coming so short.

another thing i didnt like was the dialogue and the characterization of some characters. the dialogue felt very unrealistic and stiff, like bad actors reading from a script. some of the characters were so one-dimensional, a great example being tamara. her development was completely destroyed in this book, which is crushing to read. alex felt very much like a cartoon villain, with a cheap motive and very little development of his relationship with master joseph, which definitely shows a more human side of him and could have made me sympathize with him more. call is super dumb in this book, and he hyper-focuses on things that have nothing to do with the story. for a good few chapters, his narration is so annoying because he only talks about one thing, which ill talk about under the cut.

this is the shortest book yet at 232 pages, and of course i am taking into account that this is technically intended for younger audiences, but ive read much longer, better paced, and more well-cared-for books intended for middle grade readers. this book feels like it was written in a few days, which really draws back to the fact that i think cassandra and holly have stopped caring about magisterium. a series with authors that dont care anymore is doomed to fail, and i believe that’s the direction magisterium is going.

that’s the end of the non-spoiler portion of my review. again, dont open the cut if you dont want to be spoiled!

(spoiler: this book is bad and you shouldnt spend money on it)

okay, so one thing that really pissed me off was how dumb call was acting about kissing tamara. he just didnt shut up about it, which was annoying to read since he was the narrator, and frustrating since hes supposed to be focusing on escaping or bringing back aaron! the callmara subplot was pointless and annoying. call and tamara didnt have nearly as much chemistry as call did with aaron, and im not a bitter calron stan talking here, im talking as a reader who wants to read a good book. callmara kind of ruined this book for me. there was no development, barely any discussion between the two, they kissed once and suddenly they were dating... it felt like they just threw it in because their plot map said they needed a romance. if it had more development other than anastasia telling call, “oh man, she has such a crush on you. its cute.” (which is pretty close to what she actually said) i would be less angry about it. plus, call obviously cares more about aaron than tamara, evident by him literally lying to her face about not wanting to bring him back, and once he does bring him back, his unwillingness to let aaron go like tamara asked him to multiple times. so i personally think calron would have been a better choice, except the fact that aaron is so magnificently fucked up after he gets resurrected.

which, by the way, can we talk about that?

you cant just bring a dead character back to life for 10 chapters only to KILL HIM AGAIN AT THE END OF THE BOOK. WHAT.

of course hes not actually gone, now hes a voice in calls head, which is worse than him being dead or reborn. we now have a bodiless aaron stewart floating around in calls soul. like. what the mega fuck. no one wanted this. no one.

i liked and also hated that aaron was different after his resurrection. i liked it from a plot standpoint, but as a reader who has had literal years to become invested in his character, i hate that he died in the first place. still searching for the plot reason he was killed off, by the way. i dont see any. ANY. viable reason for aaron to have died other than shock value. kill tamara! or jasper! fuck, kill celia! any of those people being killed would have the same bearing on the plot that killing aaron did. this is me being super satly right now, because aaron is my golden retriever puppy, but i mean come on. even if i didnt stan aaron i would still be SUPER pissed about his death.

tangent over. this didnt even happen in the book. who let me review books im so bad at this.

but yeah. aaron came back and then he died again. so. dont buy this book.

the ending was super weird? it felt like it was supposed to happen at the end of the series. it was very final. of course, they found a way to squeeze out one more book and take all of our money, because the rules are just being made up as we go.

thats another thing i didnt like! the rules of the whole chaos thing are super confusing and i feel like theyre just being made up for plot convenience? like alex being okay in the void? honestly i skimmed the epilogue (which isnt even an epilogue idk why they called it one) so i dont really know alexs whole void thing but hes not dead? hes in the void but hes gonna come back i guess because the plot says so.

okay. i could honestly go on for hours about this book but i only read through it once and im kind of afraid im gonna say something wrong in this review so im gonna end it here. in conclusion, i hated this book. a lot. will i still be buying the next one? of course i fucking will. will i hate myself for it? of course i fucking will!

dont spend money on this book. dont do it.

#magisterium #the silver mask #tsm #cassandra clare #calron #callmara #winterhunt #holly black

[serensama]

V route asks

Hi guys I’ve just gotten a couple of asks that might be a little spoiler-y so I’m answering them here under the cut so no one has to be forced to see it!

WILL UPDATE THIS POST FOR EVERY SPOILER-Y ASK I GET SO YOU’RE NOT INUNDATED WITH IT ALL :) 

@mc-of-my-life I am one of the camp leaders honey! I am all about V being happy but then Ray being happy too! I need that boy to live happily ever after, my soul depends on it. Granted this MC... WHO DOES THAT? Who lets themselves be kidnapped? Man as soon as the driver said that if i didn’t wear the sleeping mask that he had sleeping pills for me to use I was like- SERIOUSLY??? WHY NOT JUST CLUB ME OVER THE HEAD? 

Yes. Yes they are my darling. I just want to hug Mama V so tightly, bless her. Also- I love her voice actor, such a beautiful calming voice, I wonder how V would have grown up differently if he had heard his mother’s voice as he went to sleep TT__TT sorry I have a lot of feelings about this TT__TT

Let me tell you, coming from a psych background did that throw me in for a loop. I was like- you can see her morality? REALLY? Her ethics?? LIKE PHYSICALLY SEE THAT?!?!?! What you're likely seeing is her ego , what she’s portraying to society to meet societal norms. Her superego... that was becoming more and more distorted so if you could see that V... and you did nothing... I need to whoop your ass. Then again he’s quoting Freud so he may need an asskicking anyways. But I agree Nonny- I do believe that V can see more than most people, but i think that’s because he genuinely cares more than most people. Like he wants to take the time to get to know people and help them... sometimes to his ... and their... detriment. 

OMG I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. THE SASS. THE FACE. I AM HALF IN LOVE AND I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT HIM. MULLET AND ALL. BLESS HIS FIESTY ASS.

I understand that, trust me- i above all people do. I think V tried his best and got overwhelmed, thought that he could handle her issues and “love” the darkness out of her. I just really hate that Rika discontinued her treatment, knowing full well that she was capable of hurting anyone and she stopped it, that kills me, it makes me furious. It’s one thing if your mental illness is only affecting you but the moment it becomes detrimental to the people around you, becomes dangerous for the people around you- you have a god damn duty to take care of it. The emphasis is on choice, correct- but it also shines upon the consequences of choosing wrong. 

Im pretty sure there’s going to be a Saeran route too, to make him so loveable is probably a ploy to see how we all react and how much we want to have one as well. So everyone please continue supporting Cheritz and letting them know how much we love them for their work and please- please let us have a Saeran route. It’s time to right all the wrongs here! *Zen is shocked to learn that tears have moisturising properties!? Immediately goes into his room and starts method acting to cry himself to sleep to wake up with glowing skin,.... but puffy AF eyes*

I know honey, I know- I am here for you!!! I have to say that I DIED when they incorporated how much he loved art and painting and the good ending where he mentions canvases etc- I WAS REBORN! I was like.... am  I psychic or what?!?!? Hahahah I always figured that heh was an artistic person as a son of a people (who i thought was a painter and a singer) who are patrons of the arts, he would definitely be one to explore his artistic options. I was saddened to see that I wasn’t completely correct in that HC but I still love that in his blood, he is an artist. And at least one parent saw that  and nourished it TT__TT *cries for Mama V* OH GOD TT__TT Don’t even get me started on Ray, that poor fragile innocent bean. I will save him. Next time. I will save him and they will all be happy. 

First Nonny: The only bad end I’ve ever done was Jumin’s and that was because I loved his little smirk in the bad end (yes you know the one). Cheritz would have done that on purpose, without a doubt. Kudos Cheritz, kudos!!!! They have some great writers on their staff who should be proud :)  Second Nonny: I know. In my head, i didn’t see him die so it didn’t happen. He got out. Saeyoung saved him and he’s alive and well. I saw it happening from day 4 with the way he acted when V came to save her- the level of possessiveness and panic he displayed proved how unstable and how reliant he was on her for his happiness... if she was to go away... and WASNT saved by the RFA... there was only one place for him to go TT__TT.... i hate being right. 

WHY!?!? WHY WOULD YOU EVEN PUT THAT INTO MY HEAD NONNY?!?!?! DONT YOU KNOW I LIVE FOR ANGST AND LOVE TRIANGLES?!?! TT__TT *scribbles down all the fic ideas she’s just been given*

Jumin is a saint in every route. He is the Best. EVER. (not a jumin fan girl at all).  The sarcasm and eloquence to which he destroyed Rika made me smile and clap. She deserved to have all her preposterous ideas and excuses thrown back at her. But- but... she does need help. Serious psychiatric help and all the people who she brainwashed and manipulated need help too.... but omg... if it were just me and her, in a quiet room before she was taken away for treatment and still rather lucid- I would rip into her for hurting my babies. For breaking Yoosung. For betraying Saeyoung and destroying Saeran. For manipulating Jumin and crushing V.... and well thanking her for giving Zen a pat on the back and some flowers I guess and just leaving Jaehee alone... and then wishing her a good recovery and a lifetime to think over the wrong she had done!

I don't think it’s a bad thing I mean... it’s kinda that same in the deep route- the one you’re romancing is almost always threatened of being overshadowed by the one still trying to win your heart. Only difference is that we didn’t get to really win Ray’s heart/get a good ending with him. Which is fair. BECAUSE I NEED A ROUTE JUST FOR HIM GOD DAMN IT. HE DESERVES ONE. HES GONE THROUGH THE MOST AND NEEDS THE MOST LOVE!!!  But I think V did shine in all of this- the reason why there’s so much support and outpouring of love for Saeran is because of what happens to him in the route. I honestly believe if Saeran got his happy ending and got reunited with Saeyoung and joined the RFA the amount of angsty love for Saeran would be cut by like HALF. We are a sucker for pain, and seeing a beloved character in pain makes us want to rally and support him... and now that V got his happy ending... everyone wants one for Saeran too. It’s only natural :) 

#mystic messenger spoilers #v route spoilers #april answers #mysme #general talk #v route asks

[daccys-blog]

hello angels ! wink wink. i'm kit, i'm nineteen and i ( never fcuking learned how to read ) use them/they pronouns. to keep it short, i can be really shit at ims or blast u w/ mssgs .... there is no in between and i'm srry ! also, i have discord so if anyone wants to plot or chat on there .... BTSLetMeKnow.mp3 ..... anyway, i've been highkey in love with harry styles for like six years and i'm also very into anime and even more into kpop ! talk 2 me abt bts ? pls. 

to learn all about the muse i'll be playing ( i won't promise this intro is any good .... but when have i ever been good @ intros fhsidguh ), pls continue under the cut ! 

Is that [ HARRY STYLES ]? Nope, that’s [ DACEY WARD ], the [ TWENTY-THREE ] year old human who is [ A PART OF ] the resistance. [ HE ] works as a [ REVEREND ]. People say that [ HE ] is pretty [ + MAGNANIMOUS ] but can be [ - BROODING ]. ( kit / them/they / mdt )

so ! joining this rp is a pretty Big Deal for me bc i get to play ward in a universe where he makes absolute sense. also for the first time. thank u. although the plot has made things challenging in regards to his beliefs, it's honestly so fresh and he can brood Even More ? thank u. anyway .... i'm kinda just jumping into this without a specific format in mind .... just hope i find it along the way ! n hope i don't make it all confusing fhiusdhfg whatever happens after ur finished reading this .... my ims r open and i am up 4 explaining anything necessary to make a plot/connection w/ our charas. 

HIS PAST ///

ward was born on feb 1st, 1994 ( yes this is harry's exact birthday fsdghuih thEY'RE BOTH AQUARIUS ?? MIGHT AS WELL ) 

two hours after his birth, he was handed to an endless system of foster care , being removed from foster home to foster home and waiting to be processed into a new , unknown family . as his age increased , his chances of adoption decreased , and by the age of twelve he convinced himself into forgetting about the idea of having parents , and siblings , and a house where he didn't feel like a stranger .

coincidentally , the year after that he was placed into a long-term home , with a family of three other foster kids and a couple in their forties who had children that had already married and moved away - they needed the money , but that didn't mean they treated ward and the other children like emotionally neglected pets . 

these foster parents taught him the word of the lord . ward had grown up around so many people , each with different opinions and views towards angels , that he hadn't formed an opinion of his own . he just felt pain from the suffering of others , and that was enough to breed hesitance when agreeing to the way angels were captured and held against their will . in one occasion , when he was twelve and hadn't been moved to his long-term home , he shared his views about disliking the way angels were treated ( because in the words of a twelve year old: "it's not their fault they were born that way" ) , and his foster dad at that time ( who had been sharing his own opinions regarding angels which entirely contradicted ward's feelings ) beat him with a broom stick to ' knock some sense into him ' . this is what resulted in ward being moved out of that home . 

he quickly learned that his new foster parents would never do something like that , though . a huge part of him was relieved to learn that they were part of the resistance although he didn't know what it was at that time . 

he didn't share their beliefs right away , though ... it was one thing to be glad about not being beat with a broom because he disliked the way angels were treated , and another thing to accept god into his life . so he didn't , for years . 

as far as he was aware , god was gone . this is what they taught in history classes . he knew that there were groups of people which still believed that god would come back , but there was never much room for thought about them . 

instead , he became an unruly teenager with massive abandonment issues . in his own quiet way he would be defiant of authority and his foster parents , thinking he owed nothing to the world because nothing owned him . nothing really owned him . not like a parent would . nothing like a real parent . 

in his rebellious years , ward experienced a taste of utterly wild youth , until the cancer was detected . he didn't tell anyone about the pain because a part of him wanted it to be a sickness . a part of him wanted to die . a part of him wanted to see what else there was , or wasn't . a part of him always felt like it was living in darkness , anyway . 

he was rushed to the hospital after collapsing down the flight of stairs in his house , effectively fracturing a wrist along the way . after hours of waiting for test results , the news was broken that he had bone cancer in his lower right leg -- right below his kneecap . in the end ward didn't know what to do with the information . he was both terrified and trying to convince himself that it's what he wanted . he was eighteen , about to turn nineteen . 

his foster parents offered the support they could . it wasn't their obligation to pay for ward's hospital bills , or to make sure he was receiving the right treatment , or to make sure he was fine at all , but they took a bit of the burden upon themselves and tried their best to give him mental and emotional support by using the lord's word . 

it was determined that he'd receive almost immediate surgery to remove the cancer before it spread any further -- and through this process ward thought he reached the lowest low with his mental health , but he hadn't been told the surgery had failed yet . that came months after . 

the pain subsided for a while , just for a few months , and then it grew unexpectedly . on his next long stay at the hospital , he was scheduled for an amputation . this was both a period of a total darkness and the appearance of a blazing light . it was when he lost a part of his body but gained a powerful part of his soul when he opened his heart to god . 

after his surgery , ward began recovery and got fitted with an artificial leg . it felt like a beginning , more than anything . in a way he felt like accepting god into his life was almost like being reborn , and he had to learn to walk again . 

when he left the hospital , his entire focus went to studying the word of the lord . his faith grew everyday , praying to god and having the hope that he was listening , praying for his return -- learning what true desire meant . 

his plans to fuck pursuing an education were replaced by the drive to get into a college and major in bible studies . he had the support from his denominational committee to become a reverend for the church he had been occasionally attending during his long term stay at his foster home to indulge his foster parents , but more recently visited several times a week to pray and attend sermons . 

the church was about to close its doors due to the pastor falling ill and unable to tend to it -- there weren't many believers who could fill up the spot , and the church did close for three years while ward studied and did all of the requirements , until a new pastor had it reopened at the nick of time for ward , who right after started working there as a reverend under the guidance of his new pastor . 

nowadays you can find him in the church , giving studies on the different teachings of the bible and occasionally given the opportunity to deliver sunday sermons . 

HIS BELIEFS //

i wanted to include a section for his beliefs since they are a massive part of his life !!

ward has faith that god did not forsake the angels , or humans , and that he will come back . he prays everyday for his return , having the faith that he is listening .

he tries not to question god for the things that have happened , but sometimes he gets a desperate feeling in his chest that has him crying out ' why ? ' . the angels .... rlly haunt him .  he prays a ton for them , but he also can't help but wonder why they fell ... why god left . why would he allow the angels to suffer as much as they have ? as much as they are suffering 

it ... really fucks him up so bad . he often has breakdowns about it . there are two opposite sides playing tug of war inside of him -- one of them is the one that's winning most of the time , the one that doesn't dare question god , and the other side is one who only has small victories but tugs with the force of tidal waves that literally leave him shaking -- the secret side that contemplates whether god is good . 

it burns him a li ve haha a 

although that secret side of him exists , it's something he also prays about . he doesn't want to question god , or have his faith waver , but goddamn ... it's tough when he sees all of the shit the angels are put through ... it really hurts his heart so much . 

that being said , he is not hostile at all toward angels . or thinks he is above them in any way form or shape . he actually worships angels , and hopes for their safety above all else . that is why he is a part of the resistance and would not hesitate to help an angel , in whatever form . he believes they are god's perfect creations that have been tainted by human sins . 

regarding other aspects of his life, though: ward repents for allowing god into his life only until he needed it and not when he was at his doorstep . he repents for all of the sins he's committed in the past and for the sins he continues to commit . he no longer drinks , smokes , or parties . he also doesn't get tattoos anymore unless they're connected to god or religion , and even then , he has only gotten a small tattoos of crosses on his chest and another cross on his right hand . 

HIS PERSONALITY/SMALL FACTS ///

although ward is welcoming of other people and relationships , especially in a church setting ... he can also be hesitant . he will give advice and try to guide anyone who seeks his help with the word of god , and he will listen to people's troubles and be with them in times of need ... but he doesn't do this himself . he keeps it all pent inside and really only speaks to god about what's going on inside of him . 

he has a very long past of abandonment and trust issues that it's almost like an instinct to close himself away but he's trying to heal those parts of himself . just needs some time and all the faith he can have !

with that being said , if you meet him outside of the church , he can come off as very withdrawn , especially in a mundane setting . he tends to be soft spoken and serious , though he's also got some wild in him that loves to laugh and have a good time . you just kinda have to figure out how to get to it . 

it's not really easy getting to know him . he's very private about his personal life and it's very rare when he opens up about something personal , unless he's talking to his pastor .

he doesn't really talk about his experience with cancer either . it was a really tough time in his life that he hasn't healed from and part of him probably never will . the only times when he openly talks about it is when he's retelling his experience of how he let god into his life .

also ! he uses a wooden cane . at first he needed it during his recovery , because it made standing up so much easier and he didn't have to lean on people or tables or chairs . then, he decided to keep the cane with him at all times after one occasion in which he supported himself on a glass table as he stood up and the glass broke and fell on his foot ........ but thank god it fell on his prosthetic foot because that would've hurt like a bitch .

so now his cane is like .... an extension of himself . kind of like how people can't leave their house without their phones , except more important to him . 

he also never mentions it unless someone asks why he uses it . he'll just say he has some leg problems , and if they continue to ask , he'll wonder why they're being nosy and reluctantly say he's got a prosthetic leg . talking to people about it or easily saying he has a prosthetic leg just doesn't come to him . 

going into a new topic, ward doesn't really have a sexual preference , and he doesn't have many sexual tendencies . or romantic ones . he's very unconcerned about a love life in general right now . the closest he gets to experiencing romantic love is when he's performing a wedding ceremony . he has dated in the past though , especially during his teenage years , but he hasn't been in a relationship for a few years now . 

he doesn't tend to go by dacey . there's no real reason why ... he was just called ward as a child by teachers and some foster parents so it stuck around . he introduces himself as ward but doesn't really mind being called dacey ... just throws him off a bit at first , he's not used to it . 

so ! i think i'm gonna leave it off there !! this entire post was pure word vomit fhiusdhf but if you have any plots/connections in mind don't hesitate to hmu , i'll be very excited about them . i'm sorry for the massive mess this was fhdsui but i'm rlly excited to get rolling !! see u on the dash/ims my friens

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