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tutchando74 · 8 months

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What are the fears of all your characters, including the ones from your original works

Split Drones

J: Becoming like N.

Eldritch: Death.

N: NX.

NX: Don't even know what that is.

V: Nothing really scares me.

Uzi: My life.

Doll: Не имея возможности что-либо сделать.

Lizzy: Being in danger alone.

Thad: Nothing.

Rebecca: Being away from N.

Nori: Hurting my daughter.Yeva: Теряю себя.

Khan: Alir izivcxlmrk mw yrhiv qc gsrxvsp, M lezi rsxlmrk xs jiev.

Tessa: This uneasy feeling I have.

Cyn: Nothing.

CYN?: Fear?

IT: 01000110 01100101 01100001 01110010 00111111

Headache

C.O.M: What is there to fear?

Humanity

Human: I lost all my fears in the crash.

Uzi: Losing N.

N: Losing my friends.

V: Nothing.

J: Losing Tessa.

Tessa: Don't remember anything.

H: Nothing.

I: IDK.

S: Living.

Domuz Eti: Someone as mighty as I am would never fear anything.

Cursed Ownership

N-0body: Nothing.

Uzi: My dad.

Doll: Khan.

Yeva: Khan.

Khan: Failing Nori.

Mechal: Failing the church.

D: Losing to those damn zombies.

C: We don't need to fear.

F: What's fear?

A: I can't fear anything, that's against the company.

Test Drones

N: The company.

U: M.

H: N.

Test 0: ...

Marks

N: My brother.

J: What the company plans.

V: Nothing.

Rescue Drones

N: Being useless.

θ: Places with too many people, they remember of... some times.

Ω: Urrgh (Touching)

Frainkebot

N-o: Everything about me.

An Error Ocurred to the Virus

Deleted: [Deleted]

Java: Speaking.

Error: Not doing anything.

String: Nothing that I can rememver.

Push: Losing them.

Code: Missdjuge someone.

Script: Looking too much to the abysm.

💣︎♓︎⬧︎⧫︎♋︎🙵♏︎: Staying here.

Human: Their little plan completing.

AU'sed

___: ...

Grafitti: Losing my brother.

Painter: Letting them suffer what I did.

After Dream

Dreamer: Myself.

Nightmare: Dream.

Blind Happines

Flowey: Those freaks.

Napstablook: What happened to my cousin.

Momma: Not receiving happines from our savior.

Shivers: Not receiving happines from our savior.

Leader: Not receiving happines from our savior.

Hot: Not receiving happines from our savior.

Protector: Not receiving happines from our savior.

Mind: Not receiving happines from our savior.

Messenger: Not receiving happines from our savior.

Seller: Not receiving happines from our savior.

Him: Not receiving happines from our savior.

Nature's tale

Shroom: I can't feel.

All Father: Nature dying.

All Mother: Nature dying.

Frisk: Death.

Chara: The monsters, the ones in the forest and the ones in my home.

Nature's Will: Mature dying.

Natural Frisk: Nature dying.

Tales from the war

Determined: They.

Patiencent: Time.

Brave: I can't fear anything.

Integrated: Not seeing the full picture.

Persevere: Giving up.

Kind: Not helping those poor souls.

Just: Being wrong on my judgement.

Asgore: Failing everyone.

Toriel: Being unable to protect my kingdom.

Gerson: Not doing my job.

Gaster: The humans power.

They: *Inaudible*

Reality Falls

Pines: What is beyond.

Star: Losing my brother.

The Amazing Fate of Gumball

Fateless Cat: I lost all my fears when I lost my fate.

Monkey wars

Primary: The militars.

Militar: Losing power.

Magic: Losing the forest.

Support: The other 3 groups.

Inicio

YHWA: ...

Devil: I fear myself and YHWA.

Miguel: Nothing.

Gabriel: Nothing scares me as I tell everything.

Uriel: Nothing.

Samuel: YHWA's granted me the miracle of leading his army, I shall not fear even the Devil itself.

Rafael: I fear my fear of YHWA getting hurt, since that's a lack of belief on my part.

Jofiel: I shall not fear, since that's what the Devil created.

Zadkiel: My lack of respect in my deepest thoughts.

Avarice: Emptiness

Gluttony: Nothing to eat.

Envy: I envy fear, since everyone has it, but everyone has me too.

Anger: AAAAAAAAARGRHRAAAAAAAA *In whispers*

Lust: Ooooh, I LOVE fear!

Laziness: ...

Pride: I don't feel fear.

Adam: Not being me.

Eve: The end.

Lilith: Telling stories.

Death: Nothing.

Judgement: Hospitality's lack of judgement.

Hospitality: Judgement being wrong.

History Teller: Your twisted minds hehehe.

Loop

Blue: Something I don't know.

Red: Purple fiding a way to end me.

Purple: Losing to Red.

White: ...

Master: It.

Layers of Hopelesness

Medic: This world. This dammed world.

Brzilian legends

Enzo: Bandeirantes.

Gabriel: Mapinguari.

Maria: Boto Cor de Rosa.

Meaning

I: What is fear if not something our mind makes us feel in preparation for something. Or is it?

Cicle of the Broken

Bovic: Craoline, she's unpredictable.

Craoline: Bovic, he's too smart.

Angelic Blood

Blood angel: God.

Kindergaten Nightmares

Cloudy: Losing money.

Dirty: Adults.

Sunny: Cold.

Flowy: If my meds end.

Watery: What they do.

Kid: Getting caught by them.

My myself:

Me: Losing myself in this madness.

Why?

Me: My lack of purpose. Why do I care. People have their purpose. Why do I care, My lack of purpose.

Narrated

Narrator: It.

Character: Continuing in this narrative.

Devilish journey

Devil: Humans and their little shit thoughts.

#murder drones #murder drones au #undertale #undertale au #tawog #tawog au #gravity falls #gravity falls au #original writing #original character #Original Work #original story #btd 6 au #btd6 #btd au #btd #btd 6

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minato-division03 · 11 months

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Reiaki Suzubayashi

“Rock bottom will teach you lessons that mountain tops never will.”

Etymology

Reiaki means "beautiful, lovely" (麗) (rei) and "clear, crystal" (晶) (aki)

Suzubayashi means "bell" (鈴) (suzu) and "grove, woods, forest" (林) (hayashi)

Character Information

Kanji: 鈴林麗晶

Romaji: Suzubayashi Reiaki

MC Name: Black Cat

Gender: female

Pronouns: she/her

Age: 24

Birthday: June 14

Star sign: Gemini

Blood type: B

Occupation: SFX artist

Division: Minato

Team: R.I.P Märchen

Height: 166 cm (5’5) / 171 cm with heels (5’7)

Weight: 47 kg (104 lb.)

Hair color: platinum blonde, sunset orange

Eye color: plum purple

V/A: Azusa Tadokoro

Rap voice: SeeA (Pink Fantasy)

Stage actor: Jennie Kim (Blackpink)

Appearance

Reiaki is a slim woman with cat-like plum-colored eyes and noticeably sharp canines. She has a straight fringe and shoulder-length platinum-blonde (dyed) hair. A portion of her fringe and half of the underside of her hair had been dyed a sunset-orange color. While the rest of her hair is worn straight, she styles her hair in a half ponytail that’s been lightly curled and has two tufts of hair that frame her face and are also curled just slightly. Due to her choice of attire and tattoos, she tends to come across as intimidating.

As a worker in the beauty community, she wears mostly black. She dons a black distressed t-shirt dress with white and red prints, cinched with a white industrial belt. On top, she wears an oversized denim jacket which loosely slips off her shoulders. She completes her look with a black choker, a silver toggle necklace with a coin charm, a silver link chain necklace with its clasp worn in the front, and black above-knee boots with a silver block heel. She sports multiple piercings: on her left eyebrow, double lobes on both ears, lower helix on her right ear, upper helix on both ears, and a navel piercing.

She has a total of fifteen tattoos: a ghost above her right elbow, an eldritch-looking hand bound by rope on the side of her right elbow, a witch’s hat on her right bicep, dark forest of tall trees circling around her right wrist, a bubbling cauldron paired with a witch’s broom on her left bicep, a snake circling around a sword on her left hand, a scarecrow with a jack-o-lantern for a head on her left forearm, barbed wire formed into a heart on her right shoulder, a second larger ghost down her right hip, a cracked skull with feathered wings on her upper left thigh, a black cat donning a skeleton-like mask on her left ankle, a kneeling skeleton holding a mass of black feathers on her right shoulder blade, two skeleton hands holding onto either side of a wishbone, a jack-o-lantern face on her left middle finger, and a sword on her left middle finger.

When away from cameras and the public, she wears a white cropped, sleeveless henley, paired with a beige oversized cardigan and grey sweatpants that she wears loosely on her hips.

Personality

Despite her tough appearance, Reiaki is portrayed as a kind, charismatic, and cheerful socialite who is persistent and is always determined to help her friends or those she cares about. She understands them well and is willing to accept them for who they are, no matter what their flaws may be.

Reiaki, with her people-pleaser tendencies, is always prepared to go out of her way to help those who need it. She's quite the loudmouth, but if she knows her opinions are unwanted or people won't agree with her, she'll shut up.

Despite her impulsiveness, she has shown that she is capable of remaining calm in stressful environments and utilizing her quick thinking to get out of there.

Abilities

Her rap ability, Horror Story, allows her to induce fear on her opponents. The more frightening her horror stories are, the stronger the impact on her opponents. In rap battles, her verses tell the tale of a short horror story.

Trivia

Reiaki has cross dominance (she writes and applies makeup with her right hand, and does everything else with her left).

She likes cherries, piano, kickboxing, and ghost movies while she dislikes being alone and people who are controlling.

Her favorite food is spicy fried tofu while her least favorite foods are eggplants.

When Miku was an idol, Reiaki was her SFX artist for music videos.

She is fine with keeping secrets, but she’s terrible with surprises because she gets too excited and tends to blurt everything out.

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justapillowpetpanda · 10 months

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ramble-writes · 3 years

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Hola <3 I love your work!! I would love to see your take on Danny Johnson (ghostface) with a Gn or male S/O who is also a slasher! I hope you have a good day! <333

What's funny is that you caught me at a good time of a dream I had I was a killer. Couldn't speak for shit but I had a scythe :v And you kinda strike me as a duel wilder so das what u gonna get gods i need to write more Anyway enjoy this tiktok too lol. Also from now on any sort of Entity mentioned is Sock nao LMAO unless otherwise. And Imma go for a male reader here.

A Killer for a Killer

TW: blood, mention of attempt of r*pe, minor gore

Don’t forget to like, reblog, and follow if ya wanna see more! (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

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It was a gift you were given from the Entity. A gift of a single mori. That sausage bodied lizard had dragged you a charm of a green head for whenever you feel the need to use it... Which you did upon the next trial you went into.

It was in Coldwind Farm: Torment Creek. The artificial sunset lighting honestly felt warm on your face before you tugged up your scarf to focus on the task at hand. Moving forward, you progressed into the cornfield where you hoped to catch sight of a survivor so you know who you’re going up against. The sound of a gen being worked on caught your attention that you got low into a crouch, then lept up and crashed down onto not one, but three survivors. Bill, Felix, and your least favorite: David.

You hit someone, hearing one of them cry out and feeling the warmth of blood on your hands. Looking up you spotted Bill hobbling away in a hurry with his hand holding his now injured arm where you see the damage you caused. A gash from his bicep that spans to the back of his shoulder.

You didn’t give chase, instead you went and chased after Felix. The more injured, the more harder it is for them to heal each other to survive. Catching up with the German man, you brought your blades down to create an X gash on his back, smiling at the way he cries out . He stumbled over his own feet from how blinding the pain was and landed on his back that he yelped. With a grunt, you flip him over to grab him and slung him over your shoulder to make your way to the nearest hook.

A gen went off which drew your attention and you made your way over. You saw a flash of blond and heard the familiar sound of legs flopping around in boots. Looking over, Kate was running off with a toolbox in hand. You went to go chase after her, that was till a bright blinding light went off that you couldn’t see. You took the time to furiously rub your eyes before looking around to see David. Great. You remember vividly that the last time you had an interaction with him that he socked you in the face hard. And some... “attempts” were made had you not grabbed his throat and ripped it out with your bare hands.

A growl rose in your throat that you lost track of the others. Th others noticed and did their best to hurry along to not witness the oncoming slaughter. Dwight can vouch for it when he saw how you had ripped into the brute and shoved his heart into his mouth. He only had gotten as far as removing your pants and grabbing at your dick, but you had reacted fast upon realization and a knife to the shoulder had got him to get off. End result was blood that coated your arms up to your elbows.

You couldn’t kill him yet, so you were stuck with hooking him for now. Felix, the ever observant, slowly made his way over while taking glances at David and carefully got your attention. The way your head snapped to glare at him made him jump a bit before clearing his throat.

“Would... Would you like for me to unhook him?”

You realized what he was going to do and the tension in your shoulders relaxed a bit before nodding. The German went over and unhooked the Brit who had started to struggle when he noticed the sudden alliance. Blondy made a run for it from the other’s wrath, but he didn’t get far as you brought one of your knives down hard on his back which knocked him flat on his face. His scream broke out when that dirty, bloody hook slipped back through the hole in his shoulder, but it tore open more that he tearing of muscle was audible.

Once again, Felix approached and looked to you as David started to struggle from having to keep those horrid claws of the Entity. It’s strange how such a small lizard is also an old eldritch being that feeds of the suffering of others, when the reptile likes any kind of bugs or veggies in his little gullet. But you didn’t question it. Sock is fun to keep on your shoulders and watch struggle having to get over small ledges.

David was off the hook again, but he wasn’t safe from you. Felix made a run for it the moment you advanced forward. Mind you, he went off on the brute when Dwight told the others what happened. His words were met with retaliation and slurs like calling him a “Nazi” due to Felix’s German roots.

Along with Felix, Bill and Kate had escaped thanks to the luck of a key being found. That left you with David, which you took your sweet, sweet, sweet time to make an example of him. You may have gotten some “inspiration” from a certain killer with how you made his still living body a display. Gut torn open, intestines pulled out and formed to make the Star of David to mock his name despite it being a common name. As a last show, you had cut off his dick (which you cringed after realization) and stuck it in his mouth as the very life faded from his eyes.

Trial over, back wandering a sort of forest that serves as an in-between for those without realms, you felt satisfied. You felt eyes on you, watching your movements even though that’s common in this hell. A shift of wind, a soft whisper of words that sounded amused graced your ears.

“That was quite the show that was put on, my dear~” The voice purred. Strong, yet gentle arms wrapped around your waist to pull your form close to a more sturdy one.

“My pretty boy all gory and satisfied I bet~”

This made you chuckle as you turned your head to see the familiar mask of the Ghostface pushed off to the side to show one half of his face.

“And I’d do it a thousand times over. Didn’t know you were watching, Danny.”

The taller man let out a low breathy laugh before tilting your head up more with rough leather gloves holding your jaw to then grace your smiling lips with his. The kiss was deepened when you managed to loop an arm around his neck, a hum rumbling in his chest that you snickered a bit and broke from the kiss.

“I may have drawn some inspiration from you on leaving a lasting impression on people~

“I’m touched~ And honestly, I think a sort of prize is deserved.”

You arched a brow, only to let out a yelp when Danny picked you up and peppered your face and jaw in kisses and nips to your neck. You didn’t need to question what the prize was. With Danny, it’s obvious since the sight of blood and dead gazes get a rise out of him and drive him mad like a male rabbit in a rut. But hey, you never minded a single bit.

#nsft #blood #gore #tw: r*pe #my writings #danny johnson #ghostface dbd #ghostface x reader #x reader #male reader #david king #felix richter #bill overbeck #kate denson #askz #anon #sock the skink #HAHA TIS DONE #hoooooo shit i did it

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nyaagolor · 3 years

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may we please get the mirror world headcanons?

heck yes u may

Most of it will be under the cut bc I talk a lot

I like to think the Mirror World is a reflection of the regular world (I call it Prime World for convenience's sake), and by reflection I mean opposite. It's not opposite in a "good v evil" way, just in the sense that a mirror world counterpart is the inverse of their prime world self, for better or for worse. For example, Noddies in Prime World sleep for most of their lives, while Mirror Noddies barely ever sleep and are constantly alert. Instead of a Sleep Ability, they give Panic, aka the Kirby equivalent of slurping down 15 espresso shots in a row. The mirror world counterparts are no better or worse than the prime world, just different!

Headcanons for all the mirror world counterparts of the Star Allies (or at least the ones I've thought abt) are under the cut :3c

Shadow Kirby (Skirby): Where Prime Kirby is reckless, bold, and overconfident, Skirby is reserved, cautious, and kinda pessimistic. They're no weaker or meaner than Prime Kirby, but seem a bit shy and non-confrontational because they always want to scope out the scene before they launch into anything. Some might call it cowardly, but Skirby thinks it's pragmatic. Much like prime Kirby, though, he's the hero of Popstar and is usually the planet's last defense against whatever eldritch horror comes their way. He deserves a break, though, since unlike Prime Kirby he's not surrounded by friends to help him out

Shadow Dedede (SDDD): He started off as a good king, always being diligent, professional, and responsible in contrast to Prime DDD's self-serving, goofy ways. He wanted what was best for the mirror world, but life didn’t make it easy. The mirror dees, rather than the loyal helpers we know from the prime world, were backstabbing jerks who were loyal to no one but themselves. SDDD tried so hard to be a good king, but had no one to help, no one to pull him out of a slump, so he just slipped through the cracks and got worse. Bitterness and anger consumed him until he started looking out for himself and himself only. He became a tyrant, turning into an iron-fisted, merciless ruler whose laws were enforced through violence. DDD got better with the help of his friends, but SDDD got much, MUCH worse as a result of his isolation and loneliness. Also he has a battle axe instead of a hammer bc I think it's cool

Dark Meta Knight (DMK): He's basically the antithesis of a knight: he's willing to work for anyone no matter how rotten they are; he always plans on backstabbing them later, cares about no one but himself, never plays fair, and is a lazy, rude jerk. He likes spicy foods instead of sweets, challenges children to duels WITHOUT offering them a sword first, and is deathly afraid of heights, despite having wings. He was in the process of creating a land-razing tank called the Halberd, but his crew betrayed him and cut up his wings and mask so now he isolates himself out of anger and fear. After being with the Star Allies, he's made some friends and realized the value of teamwork-- also he likes teaching Adeleine swears. With Dark Mind gone and the Mirror World still a bit of a dump, DMK would much rather hang out in the prime world and get on Meta Knight's nerves. He tries his best to protect the two (2) people in the mirror world he does tolerate, though (it's skirby and sddd).

Mirror Bandee: Hates SDDD with a passion. In fact, he's attempted to assassinate the king at least 26 times, but fails both because SDDD is way smarter than him and also Mirror Bandee is a sniveling coward who runs at the first sign of danger. His repeated failures have made him more of a scaredy cat, so no one takes him seriously anymore. He has a knife and ties his bandana around his "mouth" like a scarf, but it doesn't help to make him more intimidating. His repeated attempts to kill the king (and more recently Skirby and DMK, who hang out with SDDD) have become a constant in their lives and weirdly enough they don't mind his company.

Mirror Marx: I always assumed that Prime Marx was a noddy with Mirror instead of sleep. Well Mirror Marx is the opposite-- instead of having Panic like the regular hyperactive Mirror Noddies, he has sleep. He didn't show up for the events of Amazing Mirror bc he was snoozin. Because of this, he never got the Nova's powers, never tricked skirby, and never did anything evil. In fact, unlike Prime Marx, Mirror Marx cares too much about everyone's feelings, is always kind, and doesn't have a mean bone in his body. He's the glue holding the mirror world together bc not even the worst of villains want to hurt him. He's just so darn CUTE

Mirror Animal Friends: Imagine the animal friends. Give them angry expressions and sunglasses. Now make them part of a gang. Yeah that's it. The Animals are no friend of skirby's and would sooner maul the poor kid than ever lend him a paw (or flipper or wing). The forest bows to their whims and they rule it like your typical mafia boss. They're jerks.

Mirror Daroach: See these posts.

Dark Taranza: Hoo BOY he's bad. He's real bad. He rules over Mirror Floralia (Sporalia?) which is underground and filled with nasty creepy crawlies. He hates getting his hands dirty and will do anything it takes to get more power and luxury so long as he doesn't have to put himself in danger. He only cares about one thing, and that's himself. What about Queen Sectonia, you ask? She was the original queen of Mirror Floralia, but Dark Taranza mind-controlled her into his puppet to do his bidding. When the people finally snapped and declared war on the tyrannical queen, it was her they shattered, being none the wiser that Dark Taranza was the one pulling the strings. He still has a box of her shards in his castle, just in case he needs a new puppet to play with. He loves jewels and machines, all things inorganic. The imperfections of flowers? Not his style.

Mirror Magolor: Quick tangent here: Mirror Lor Starcutter, rather than being a ship to BRING people to paradise, is a sort of pocket paradise, a little virtual reality magic... thing. It can also be easily modified to only open from the outside. That's important for later. Anyway, Mirror Magolor is brutally honest, but also rude, unfriendly, impulsive, and incredibly violent. He hates machines and will start punching a lamppost if he accidentally walks into it. Scrappy little dude. He would actually rather claw his ears off than be friends with another living being. He just likes brawling and destroying ancient artifacts and that's it. Well one day he tells the mirror crew he wants to go get this thing called the Master Crown so he can destroy it. SDDD, Skirby, Mirror Bandee and DMK realize hey, that'd be nice for us to have, let's join him and then betray him at the last minute. As soon as they get there, though, the crown ends up choosing Mirror Mags as a host before anyone can do anything. Oops! The others manage to shatter him... but then the crown pulls his shards back together and attacks them again. Realizing he's both totally lost it and also immortal, the others lock Mirror Mags inside the Lor as the crown erodes the last of his humanity. Consumed by blind rage and the crown's power, Mirror Magolor just lashes out at anything that moves, biting and clawing at whatever he can reach like a feral cat. There's like a 80% chance he has rabies.

Sorry to Susie, Gooey, Adeleine, and all the non-Star Allies crew, I haven't thought abt them yet

#THANK U FOR THE ASK #i love sharing headcanons #kirby #dark meta knight #shadow dedede #shadow kirby #dark taranza #mirror world #amazing mirror #mirror marx #mirror magolor #mirror daroach #mirror animal friends #Headcanon #mod vex

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mintenochian · 4 years

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what other people want added to Minecraft: g u n s

what I want added to Minecraft

•Birds

-For multiple biomes, but mainly for the forests.

-Songbirds would add SO MUCH life to the otherwise quiet areas of the game

-Ravens and crows would be awesome and could use some of the parrot mimicking AI

-Cardinals in the snow biomes would bring a GORGEOUS pop of colour into the white atmosphere

-Seriously we need something to populate the sky, parrots do NOT fly like they should

-nests in trees, can find eggs in them

-doesn't really add a use but fun new feather types would be cool

•Owls

-technically still a bird but would go really well in covered rooftop forests and snow biomes

-we're already getting larger avians added in the form of vultures so why not more large birds?

•Mice and / or rats

-absolute precious babies

-sadly would go well with owls :(

-with cave update coming we need adorable rodents scurrying around

-lil bastards could make mouseholes inside of blocks

-will they be tameable? idk.

-adds the necessity for cheese

•Deer

-MOJANG this is a MUST, this is a NEED

-You literally have pigs, chickens, cows, and sheep spawning in forests what the fuck

-Deer with spotty baby fawns??? Yes

-Young bucks with different stages of antler growth? Yes

-Fawns frolicking in flower forests bc they feel safe

-Stripped wood appearing on trees where bucks scrape velvet off their antlers

-Being able to collect sets of antlers when they fall off periodically (would NOT be attainable by killing the deer, you have to wait for them to shed)

•Elk and Moose

-Same vein as deer

-Bigger, much bigger, neutral instead of passive, less shy

-Snowy biomes

-Better additions than fucking llamas tyvm

-Sidenote but savannahs could also really use some endangered deer-like species to help raise awareness for their status

•Squirrels

-Mojang plz

-Adds nuts to Minecraft ;)

-Black, grey, red, and mixed colour squirrels and breeding

-Brings life to forests like songbirds and deer

•Bears

-Mojang bby you literally already have a neutral bear in Minecraft why have you not reskinned it for grizzly/brown/black bears?

-Bear caves

-Hibernating mobs

-Brings more use to the beehives and bees, bears could be attracted to any area that has more than one bee hive with honey

•WOLVES AND DOGS

-They NEED the ocelots and cats update

-More wolf types (red, timber, snow, black, etc)

-Actual wolf packs (the AI would be difficult to program but the doges are worth it)

-Please let the howl at the moon, if foxes get to say ringdingding all night long wolves deserve to be allowed to howl

-More dog breeds (I know that there's no reason for domesticated dog breeds in Minecraft but ACTUALLY THERE IS)

-Hunting dogs like springers that can jump and run faster

-Foxhounds :D

-Most Important Goodest Boy: Herding dogs like collies and sheepdogs

-Herding dogs could be found in plains where cows and sheep spawn and create herds

-LET DOGS LAY DOWN FOR FUCKS SAKE

•Herding

-Instead of having to pen up and enclose your livestock you could form herds of cows and sheep

-Your Goodest Boi herding dog would protect them and move around with them when they graze

-Just soft peaceful minecraft tingz

•Salt licks

-Something SO SMALL but would make SO MUCH HAPPINESS

-Drawing new cows into your herd by putting up a salt lick

-I'm soft

-I guess salt would be a new ore???

•Bird feeders

-idk I think it would be cool

-excess seeds used for SOMETHING

•Raccoons

-The coolness of wolves, the chaos of foxes, the cunning of cats

-thumbs

-be gay do crimes

-can open chests (trigger trap chests to catch them?)

-Fantastic little shits

-Not tameable but will trust players like foxes do

•Snakes

-I know it's a lot to ask and it would be hard to make them look good

-But??? Imagine a tiny lil garter snake in your garden

-unlikely but would be so fantastic

•Rope

-climeable

-please Mojang we need this so badly

-imagine the ships? The bridges? The bell towers and everything?

-super easy to add, just reskin vines and add a string crafting recipie

•Butterflies and Moths

-Bflies could be a unique mob to flower forests and friends with bees

-if moobloom is added they would all be BEST BUDS

-get it "buds" ahahaha

-help with flower polination but just gives a TON of life to flower forests

-We literally have lanterns in minecraft why do we NOT have moths? Such a cool aesthetic addition.

-helps fill both the daytime and nighttime sky

•Hummingbirds

-fourth member of BEST BUDS

-just soft baby

-i love birbs okay

-the only avian who does not work for the bourgeoisie

•Fireflies

-10 million of them please

-they give great hugs

-adds so much atmosphere to the night world

•Cheese

-We have milk

-We have, presumably, goat milk

-Quit being cowards and add butter and cheese

-Butter churn job block for villagers

-V funny bc they have no arms to churn with?? Oh well

•Seashells

-Something decorative and beautiful that could 1) liven up beaches and 2) have snails and crabs inside!

-Mojang plz do not add sand dollars to the game people already don't know how to tell if they're still alive before trying to take them home

•Whales

-WHALES.

-Imagine something as massive as the ender dragon but peaceful. Allows you to stand on them (idk how but make it happen Jeb)

-WHALE SONGS.

-Being so deep and far out into the ocean, and when the moon is high in the sky and you're sitting in your boat, you just hear the beautiful melancholy sounds of the whales in the distance

•Jellyfish

-Idk if y'all know this but the glow squid is a bad idea

-Dream buddy you fucked up, please use your influence to get in contact with Mojang and have them redo the vote. People would have so much regained respect for you if you tried to fix your mistake.

-Also why does a speedrunner get to tell millions of people what mob would bring more life to Minecraft? He's only playing the game for 5 minutes smh

-aNYWAYS

-Jellyfish could literally do everything the glow squid is going to and look better for it AND possibly be neutral instead of peaceful

•Orcas

-Not much to say but it would liven up the frozen water biomes a bit

•Penguins

-You already know why

-Imagine giving a new home to all the Club Penguin players? Legendary.

-Gender doesn't exist in Minecraft but we all know penguins would be hella gay

•Lobsters

-I think they would be cute

-You would NOT BE ABLE TO BOIL THEM ALIVE THANK YOU VERY MUCH

•Mermaids

-Never going to happen since passive mobs are generally real life animals but it would be so cool

•Otters

-they can hold hands

-brings life to the rivers

-super cute

•Frogs and possibly toads

-Swamp gods

-Absolute mad lads

-maybe grow from tadpoles

-wouldn't do much but needed

•Fairy Forests

-NOT Twilight Forests. Not a new dimension.

-Just gentle hidden groves in forests

-ADD FAIRY RING GENERATION TO MINECRAFT.

•Big cats

-Tigers, lions, bobcats, panthers

-Literally anything that could finally add a strong predator possibility to savannahs and jungles

•Zebras and Giraffes

-Shy and skittish

-cannot ride (their skeletal structure is NOT MADE FOR CARRYING HUMANS)

-Super cute tho, brings much needed life to savannahs

•Camels

-The better llama

-Can honestly just be a reskin

-brings much needed life to the desert

-spits and wears carpet and forms caravans like llamas

•Lemurs

-Easier to add to "jungles" than monkeys

-it would be really cool if we could just get a Rainforest biome

-King Julian stans awaken

•Red pandas

-we need them

-cuter than normal pandas and you can @ me

-better idea than sloths or koalas

•More Eldritch Horror Hostile Mobs

-Fun fact time

-The enchanting table language already has Lovecraftian references

-"phnglui mglwnafh cthulhu rlyeh wgahnagl fhtagn" is literally a quote from the enchanting table

-translates to "In his house at R'lyeh, dead Cthulhu waits dreaming."

-Bet you didn't know that fun fact

-aNYWAYS add the Kraken to Minecraft instead of the shitty guardians. Thanks.

-imagine how cool it would be to see lights slowly extinguish as something terrifying and dangerous slowly moves in for the kill

-torches get extinguished and can get relit

-if not relit fast enough Something will be waiting

•Ice statues

-We have giant fossils and ship wrecks and cool stuff like that but please imagine finding a GIANT humanoid ice sculpture in an ice spikes biome

-maybe bones inside to show you that... That wasn't carved or naturally generated.

•Skeletons

-Not a mob but a decoration block

-Found in temples, mineshafts, and caves

-implied to be the remains of miners and explorers

-rare

-also implies that every skeleton you kill has some backstory since they look the same

•Constellations

-Not real world star maps but completely unique to Minecraft

-chance for LOTS of fun references

-The stars are your only companions in an apocalyptic world where you are the last of your kind

-Space is gay minecraft is gay thus minecraft space is gay

•Corn

-we have butter in this list

-we have salt in this list

-popcorn. That is all.

And finally

•Leeks

-mostly a joke but would be a cool crop

-100% a reference to Hatsune Miku the creator of Minecraft

DISCLAIMER: I recognize that mobs are added to Minecraft to serve a purpose within the game and that many of these mobs would be better in mods and such, but I also feel like many of these suggestions would really bring so much more life to parts of the game that really need it. Even if they don't serve a huge purpose, they would still be really amazing additions imo.

I would love to see the ideas and suggestions that other people have for what they want added to Minecraft, please TAG ME if you make a post like this, I wanna hear and read it!

#minecraft #cave update #caves and cliffs #mojang #minecraft update #minecraft ideas #video games #mcpe #mc #minecon #minecraft earth #minecraft dungeons #minecraft live #minecraft design #game design #mineblr

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Shodraxz Lore Tidbits

Please note that a lot of this is ‘lore bending’ and in general my own idea and concept. If this is not to your taste that is fine, just know that Shodraxz is meant to be an eldritch being of sorts. Thank you for reading!

Shodraxz The Forest of Death, known to many as The Dead Forest in the North Shroud

Basic Info

Full Name

Shodraxz Rhavre (Nickname Given by the Mortals on the First)

Race Voidsent, Eldritch Voidsent

Age Timeless (Has been around since before the Ancients)

Social Status Highest Rank of the Voidal Heirarchy (Higher than the highest)

Gender Genderless (He/Him)

Sexuality Demisexual Panromantic

True Name Iaumh'egg'itri D'uxah

Personality Traits

Personality

Generally a mellow creature that is always observing things. Curious by nature and willing to listen to everyone who approaches. Loves to chat history with others and discuss things. Can also turn around at the drop of a gil and go from gentle, caring and loving to wanting to end the world if anyone dares harm or threaten those he has formed a strong bond with.

Habits Writing in his spare time, watching and observing through the eyes of those bound to him. 'Mortal Watching' as he calls it.

Goals To teach the Mortals of the world the true history of their star. Or at least that's what some might see it as when the forest begins to speak of things.

Physical Attributes

Height

9'0 (Au Ra Avatar Form)

Body Type Toned, Muscular, Athletic

Skin Tone Deep Voidal Purple/Blue almost Black

Hair White with the edges tinted Black. Long, silky and goes down to waist naturally.

Eyes Silver-White with a bright crimson Limbal Ring

Distinguishing Features In his 'Avatar' form as he calls it Shodraxz takes on the form of a Xaelan male who is taller than average. Key features include a set of more elegant horns on his head that are decorated with jewelry, a chimera like tail and several unnatural things on his form including a pair of wings. All of this is generally hidden from mortal eyes so he can 'fit in' better.

Notes Toshi Info - https://forestserpent.carrd.co Sound Ambience - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9YPnD_tjDe8Voice Reference (Au Ra) Voice - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=43wg1QxO500Voice Reference (True Form) Voice - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VijG3UzkfPw

Backstory Iaumh came into existence long before The Star came to be the home for the Ancients. His presence always kept into a deep pocket of 'space' where he dwelled and simply watched as the worlds formed around him. Overall, the voidsent was content to simply stay in the pocket of the void that he called home and simply watch the things as they happened. He found what the Ancients did curious and would generally pay close attention to their Aetheric manipulation because it had caught his attention with how they used the magic to create things.

It was always interesting to him as he did not fully understand the magic that was used and he would often see children randomly create a being which would garnish the attention of their elders. Iaumh would see the growth of the Ancients, see their failures and their greatest achievements... he would see their travels and overall he would be there as an ever watching presence hidden in the shadows. There would be points where those who were traveling would sometimes happen upon his space, though what interactions happened have not been documented and Iaumh generally tends to avoid talking about them with others.

When The Final Days came, the eldritch being simply watched... not getting involved in the natural way of things and seeing it as a lesson to be learned from. When dealing with such strange magics one must always play within the rules and laws of things. Iaumh would see the Final Days as a thing that happened due to the lack of knowledge with their magic and the constant 'playing with fire' that came from the creation of things. Using too much Aether leading to the balance being taken away and thus, the magic ran wild and so the fall of Amaurot happened as a result. His disappointment would ultimately come when the leaders of the Ancients would nuture a youth in order to sacrifice it to summon a being into existence that was meant to help but caused further destruction.

The entirety of the events of the Final Days would cause the ancient voidsent to simply turn his attention away, as he was disappointed in what they ultimately did in order to 'fix' things, or attempt to anyway.For the longest of times Iaumh would simply slumber in his voidal space, watching on occasion as things were done by the survivors of the Final Days. He would watch and observe as they would bring about the Calamities so that the shards would rejoin their world, watching as their first attempt failed and would bring about the creation of 'Lesser Voidsent' and the World of Darkness which the majority of the Voidsent of the Source call home.

As time went on with each Shard that fell to one of the Umbral Calamities, Iaumh would come out of his pocket and deal with the aftermath. Generally he would come out and consume the remains of the Shard after it was destoryed, making sure that whatever was left behind wouldn't suffer. This has earned Iaumh the title of being a 'World Eater' to those who learned of these actions. His immense size also leads many to calling him by this title and the fact that, when he was having a moment, he would roll about in the stars and just 'play' would also have people calling him 'Star Eater'.

It wasn't until the time of the Third Astral Era as mortals called it that Iaumh would start to pay closer attention to things. His focus being on the survivors and what they planned to do with their plans to restore their world and bring back their 'god' of destruction Zodiark. It is thought that the voidal forest had some relations with the survivors, but it is unknown what sort of relationship they had as Iaumh does not speak of it and all of those who survived are now gone. Eventually, the voidal being would retreat back into his pocket of space and go into an eternal slumber.

Finally having grown tired of the habits of the beings he watched and simply wanting to turn away from the chaotic nature of these creatures that he once found interesting. His slumber would eventually be disturbed as one of the Voidsent found in Mhach would wander and eventually come across one of the Keepers found within the Northern Shroud. As one of the Bajhiri clan members, it wasn't uncommon for them to meddle with the ways of the voidsent. Cuchulainn, seemingly knowing this, would court the young Keeper and in secret, perform magics that would bind the child conceived to the eldritch being of space without realizing what was done. The goal had been to simply bind the unborn to a voidsent and to test to see if the potential for those of the void could reproduce with any of the mortal races of the world. And while the act was successful, it would cause a great deal of problems in the future.

Iaumh would continue his slumber in his voidal pocket until the 'coming of age' would happen for the child that was bound to him by mistake. A ritual would be performed in the depths of the forest that the Keeper Maiden called home and this would not only awaken the voidal being but would drag him out of his pocket and onto the Source where the impact of his arrival absorbed the Aether of the entire forest and more causing it to wither and die. This would also bind the being to the child who would change his name to Toshinaku as a result of his transformation into a voidsent, though the two would not know each other for several years as Iaumh was weakened from being pulled and bound to the area.

These events would cause the great being untold amounts of anger and rage towards those of his 'own kind' and in that rage the forest that would be seen as his 'new form' would be twisted and warped. Transforming to reflect the being that was tied to it and also making it into a trap where those who wandered too close would find themselves consumed or lost to madness.

#{ Thorns and Bloody Flesh (Shodraxz) }#{ Written in Serpent Tongues (Writing) }#{ Lore Building }#{ World Building }#{ Shodraxz Backstory }

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sasorikigai · 3 years

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🆗 ( can I have a u u h Hanzo awakening after his revival by Ryou and Raiden + having a talk with Satoshi in Ryou's room while he's still to return to his conscious? :v )

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Hanzo awakening after his revival by Ryou and Raiden

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || Life itself always has been a stage; a performance of what he wants and who he becomes. There are whole acts where he stands under a beaming spotlight alone, finding his way under the gaze of the world. In Hanzo Hasashi’s case, the only resonation he had felt was the roaring hellfire, its unbearable intensity and exacerbated onslaught of scorching licking every aspect of his now disintegrated humanity and goodness, blinding him with the impending bloodthirsty destruction. Even as a dark-magic bound Scorpion, the subjugated vessel doing sacrilegious scheme of the dark sorcerer Quan Chi, he had still yearned to find his way under the gaze of chaos, as the conglomerated emotions of repressed guilt, powerlessness, and vengeance all became the ensembling fuel that stand together to overcome any impending challenges that lies ahead of the specter.

Yet, despite his motivation, his weakness towards such annihilative vices would hinder that changes he desperately yearned to possess in the course of his narrative towards betterment and redemption. Scorpion now clearly sees the indispensable allies in his story, without all the villains involved to make him a helpless marionette, the Agent of Chaos that would serve as their mindless pawn. But most importantly, he sees the people who lie just beyond their shadows, watching desperately to see what Hanzo Hasashi may do next, because they too, have roles to play. He could be their triumph, their hope, or he could be their lesson, their warning. He does not fully know this yet - although one thing that becomes exceedingly indomitable is the fact that Hanzo Hasashi knows the character who he wants to be in the story he creates.

The world as he used to know beneath the filtered intangible glsss of iridescent, seared flaming moons of white-hot embers diminish, as does the fading scent of wilting ferrous rust, as Scorpion finds himself floating amidst the vibrant nebulas of the lapping Jinsei, as the once charred, macerated insides of the specter’s violated form still retaining resilient strength and thick musculature lays dormant, as colorless uncertainty begins to overwhelm the ashen pallidness of the aspect of the spectral wrath, uncreasing the vicious ravines of his austere, angry expressions.

The flowing luminescent ichor, along with the radiant solar flare of the immaculate sun seeps through the crevices of Scorpion’s ravaged, viciously malformed viscera and blackened hollow of his obliterated heart. The onyx nebula of his slaughtered past will revivify to burn as a young star, as Hanzo Hasashi’s resurrected heart will embody his realized worth and warmth, and let his resurrected life become the catalyst for change.

All of Scorpion’s vitriol ire has become cold, chilled by the construct of time and exsanguination of eldritch magic. Yet, the coursing perpetuity of his hellfire continues to flow, inhabiting his body, heart, and soul entirely. His solitude is simply when he hugs tightly the desiccated graveyard he carries in his muscles. Despite the coursing purification cleansing every inch of his known architecture, the destruction written in sprawled sanguine squelch against the jagged blades of glacier ice, remains as a written proclamation of his eternal suffering without autonomy and freedom. All he wishes is that it wouldn’t be some kind of futile freedom, where the script ends with him.

Hanzo continues to trudge the barren wasteland of the Netherrealm in his mind, despite his subconscious continually leading his path towards the overgrown verdant forest outside the Shirai Ryu Compounds, where neglected architecture of his old home would stand erect, only with barest structural detritus remaining, with the cinder and ash brewing the scent of familiar despair and irreversible death. The scorching conflagration crackles and gnaws through his being, leaving him naked and bare; as the expanse of singed and carbonized flesh steadily encases by the unmarred dark olive of his human flesh, the streaking conduit of Raiden’s pulsing lightning stirs his nerve endings, as his appendages slowly begin to respond at the foreign touch; something Hanzo Hasashi has not felt in decades, if not, more.

And he comes about from the obfuscated trance, being buried in the deep trench of the Sky Temple’s mysterious, arcane fog as he meets seemingly omniscient gaze of Lord Raiden’s intent iridescence, breaching through the deepest shadows beneath his jingasa. There is so much nostalgia that still weighs him down, making permanent homes in his heart chambers, and yet, how the depths of his human eyes, in jarring jump between explosion and deathly silence, penetrate the unfamiliar expanse of God’s residence.

The clarity of his world may still be muffled beneath his mortal flesh, coursing with exhaustive body-ache still. Muscles leaden, head empty of thoughts, except of symphony of life, revivified beneath the Phoenix’s wings and splendor of his solar flare. How magnanimity of his immaculate embers swirl and scintillate, like scattered confetti and sakura petals. Paralyzed confusion soon mitigates to become candor gratitude, as his splayed fingers find purchase against the slick earth below, as the softened flow of streaming Jinsei permeates his being, rendering him as a chirascuro silhouette against the shallow chamber.

“Honor, integrity, love, and loyalty, you have helped me to find my best self. And I hope to find my family in my best self,” Hanzo addresses to Raiden, who has his hand atop his sternum, undoubtedly checking for his pulse and more vital signs dwelling within. “Where is Ryou Sakai and Satoshi?” ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

#✗ obsessive cathartic (headcanon)#✗ the ineffable testimony of spawned hellfire (scorpion)#✗ hellfire fibrillating beneath his skin (iv)#(relationships; samurai jack)#(relationships; raiden)#(you're getting the second part)#(YOU JUST WAIT)#sonxflight

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the-smiling-pony · 6 years

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The heck are u talking about, she lives alone in the Eldritch Forest and appears in town when Stars Are Right how in the fudge she can be a thot >:V

Coincidentally “The Stars Are Right” every Saturday from 10PM to 4AM >_>

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analytic-chaoticism · 7 years

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Night In The Woods - Witches, Astral Projection, Dissociation, and the Hole at the Center of Everything

Here’s my Night In The Woods theory out of left field because I love!!! this game! so! here we are. Lots of spoilers regarding literally everything so only read this if you’re familiar with at least one complete playthrough of the game. Sorry if this doesn’t have the best structure, I’m still trying to condense my thoughts on it all a bit but I wanted to get this out there!

The ending of Night In The Woods has seemed to confuse a lot of people, and I can understand why, because the deeper story elements can seem quite nebulous the first go through. But! fear not. I have some ideas that I’m throwing together here to hopefully consolidate some of the meaning and shine light on a plot a little more conclusive than what we have now. I’m not going to claim this is an original theory, because I’m new to the fandom and unfamiliar with any of the present conjecture, but I still wanted to share my ideas. I’ve only seen one playthrough of the game, so I’m unfamiliar with alternate choices, all of the evidence, and any of the companion game content, so if this interests anyone reading it more knowledgeable on the bigger picture of this universe please tell me what you know! Talk to me!

There are 3 key parts of the plot that I’m going to tie together here: Mae’s issues with dissociation, her dream sequences, and the cult of the Black Goat.

Part 1: Mae’s Issues

The focal point of this story is Mae’s struggle with mental health, namely depression, anxiety, and dissociation. To quote: “And suddenly, like, something broke. It was just like… pixels/No like… reality broke. The characters onscreen… Like I’d felt like I knew them… But they weren’t people anymore. They were just shapes. And their lines were just things someone had written/It was all just stuff. Stuff in the universe/When Andy stepped up it was like… And he was just shapes too. Just lines someone wrote.”

Mae very clearly outlines an abrupt and dramatic disconnect from reality. The important part here is understanding that this is not based on psychosis - wherein one becomes delusional and hallucinatory, replacing or reinventing reality - but ‘depersonalization-derealization.’ This is when someone feels detached from themselves (either simple self-estrangement or actually feeling as if they are a third person observer of themselves) and/or their surroundings. Depersonalization Disorder (DPD) could, then, sound like a bit of Mae. Dissociation is, largely, a coping mechanism for stress, so then it’s no surprise that dissociative disorders - here DPD - are usually developed after prolonged trauma or very traumatic events. Mae’s past is largely unknown to us, but from the sounds of things, the trauma that incited the onset of these dissociative issues were existential crises: her first break occurs after she loses sight of significance and meaning. Things are just shapes and predetermined lines, performing the functions they were made for until they stop, associating reality with a script more than a series of natural events. Everyone and everything is just a series of shapes and lines. This is a feeling I can understand. It deals with pointlessness and inevitability and whether free will actually matters or even exists at all, what the purpose of anything is, forgetting that everyone has a personal life and inner monologue just as complex and unfathomably large as your own, and reconciling your feelings with these thoughts and truths. Mae then goes on to discuss how her symptoms worsen whenever she’s around new places and new people by herself, and alludes to her journal as a sort of anchor. Now I’m not a trained psychologist, just a second year high school student who’s done some research and had some feelings, so I can’t for certain say the significance of this? Maybe consolidating things, thoughts, and feelings, helps ground them in reality? On paper, from her hand, they’re somehow more real, more significant? Something immutable that she has made which condenses and validates her experiences - at the end of everything, hold onto anything. With all of her dream sequences being very spacey and barren, all the talks about stars and the spaces between them (and the meanings we give them, something which would be V important here and explain why she likes constellations so much), and the (black) hole at the center of everything are all things that deal with distance and emptiness, which is something to keep in mind in regards to all that. So! That’s our backgrounding on Mae and the key to the premise of this theory.

Part The Second: Mae’s Dream Sequences - The Astral Plane

Mae’s dream sequences are really cool, and I can’t tell you what all their constituent parts are. All I know is that they feature amalgamations of Possum Springs and her university. I think it’s worth mentioning here that the songs for her dream sequences start with Astral, even Astral Train, which rhymes with Astral Plane, which is where we’re headed on this journey together.

So there’s a lot of significance to Mae’s dreams, ranging from the first sequence we see where she destroys a looooooooot of things, to the all-important talking with God, and you could make a lot of connections to different things (including her issues with dissociation and how they manifested), but that’s not quite my angle per se. Mae’s dreams are astral projections: her soul left her body and traveled through reality, where she would encounter the star giants, and ultimately God, as well as find the Black Goat. Astral projection, in and of itself - when one’s soul wanders through existence separate from the body (which ties in to Mae’s wandering tendencies nicely) - is very similar to dissociation: the soul (seems to) leaves the body, severed from the confines of physical reality. Through astral projection, it is thought that you can encounter higher powers, such as God, which Mae did. During her conversation with God, they alluded to the ‘hole at the center of everything’ and showed her visions of eldritch beings who - because I’m a Homestuck - we’ll refer to as Horrorterrors.

Now it could be said that there aren’t actually any mystical forces at play in NITW, considering Mae - with her mental illnesses - makes for somewhat of an unreliable narrator, but it’s undeniable that Eide possessed supernatural abilities from an unbiased perspective (with all 4 friends present), and I’ve seen cut content featuring Germ’s grandma where she predicts Mae’s future regarding the cult of the Black Goat and discusses how she started ‘walking in her dreams’ once the mine shut down and the Hole opened. So we have God, the Horrorterrors, the eldritch horror that is the Black Goat (who I believe to be inspired by the Black Goat of the Woods with a Thousand Young from the Lovecraft mythos). We also have two related figures to back them up: the witch and the Forest God.

Now, astral projection features in Wicca, and before that, a variety of other religions pagan or otherwise. Wicca is the practice of witchcraft, which we see reflected in the witch of Possum Springs, who could have been drawn to the area because of the slumbering Black Goat, or - if they weren’t in Possum Springs already - somehow have summoned them there through their practices. One of the primary two Wicca deities is the Horned God, god of nature, wilderness, sexuality, hunting, and the life cycle. He can be reflected in both the Black Goat, as the Horned God so often appears to be, or in the Forest God who banishes the witch to “wander the stranger places” with the “ghosts” which also sounds a lot like astral projection. Either way, there seems to be a lot of pagan imagery going on here (and the janitor is a whole theory in and of himself).

The important part to take away from all this is that Mae’s dreams and otherworld events aren’t just in her head: they are real, as is God, the Horrorterrors, and the Black Goat (but if you wanted to argue the delusional dissociation theory I’m down for that too). I think something important to note is that when Mae was pulled into the hole through the river, Gregg described her as looking like she was sleep-walking, which she would be, if her soul had left her body to travel across dimensions.

Part Fuck Man: The Cult Of The Black Goat

Now this is where we start to tie things together.

The cult of the Black Goat all share something very important with Mae: they’re displaced. Displaced in society. Displaced in time. They’re disillusioned by the contemporary era and are scared for their dying back-end town. They’re depressed, anxious, and dissociative. This is how the Black Goat gets you. The weak and vulnerable, with wandering souls. It calls to you in your sleep, much like the Horrorterrors, whispering to you, like any outer god. A dark, enigmatic, ineffable, cosmic, selfish force.

And so, like every cosmic horror who manages to tear a hole in the fabric of reality with its dark, dark hooves, hiding within an interidmensional pit in the abandoned mine of your abandoned town, it makes pacts with the vulnerable residents it can prey upon within their astrally vulnerable dreams. Whether or not it actually makes the town prosper - if it even has the sort of power something so intricate and unquantifiable like that requires (though it is worth mentioning that material wealth is the easiest to get from these things because it just becomes a matter of equivalent exchange) - it convinced the cult to throw people into the tear to feed it. In reward, some got abilities, most notably Eide. Throughout his appearances we see him use intangibility - whether it be during the Harfest kidnapping or jumping us in the mines (which would require him to faze through solid rock because he definitely didn’t use the elevator to appear out of nowhere).

Nowhere as in he literally appears out of nowhere. During this sequence everything starts going dark and the lights are flickering. Perhaps there’s some connection between his powers and darkness, which would make sense, considering their origin.

Before this you could have written the paranormal off: ‘Mae’s an untrustworthy narrator with mental issues and the game is a series of delusions’ or (as the article in the library mentions) ‘everyone is bugging out on mine gas’ (which is such a flop theory because to share a specific, collective hallucination for so long is SOOOOOO improbable and the nature of the people selected is too evident of a pattern yet random i.e. - Mae was never in the mines and nobody else in town was affected by the gas besides the cult, but both of these parties have mental issues and supposed astral travel capabilities making them vulnerable to cosmic interference). But here we have it. The elevator doesn’t move in these few seconds at all. The whole group is there. The narrative is not untrustworthy as long as they are there, experiencing events. This moment cannot be a hallucination, because one of them would have noticed the elevator moving, even though we can clearly see it wouldn’t have had the time to in the frames of darkness knowing how slowly it moves. Irrefutably, there is paranormal bullshit going down in Possum Springs involving the Black Goat. It preys on the mentally vulnerable and detached in their dreams, and offers them power and material gain in exchange for food. Typical Horrorterror stuff.

So what does it mean

You know what? I’m not sure what it means.

For one, it means everything actually happened. 'Mae’s total psychological break down' and 'a variety of hallucinations' are neither interesting explanations story-wise, nor the story I think this game was trying to tell. I think mental illness and what happened went hand-in-hand, but in a more causal nature, or a symbiotic relationship kinda thing, not just one over the other. I wish I had something really profound to say about it but I don’t think I’ve got that far. I think the hole in the center of everything is relatively omnipresent, like a disease. It exists in the literal center of everything, it manifested in Possum Springs, and it consumes the affected residents from the inside out. I think it’s a metaphor for Mae’s issues as much as the Horrorterror stuff is related to them, so it has a bunch of meanings.

In the end all that matters is that everyone’s hopefully going to get better.

I don’t think she closed the hole yet, but I think she’s working on it, and I think there are good people who can help her.

A hole that doesn’t care, and people who do.

If you have any relevant ideas or perhaps more of a satisfying conclusion, or you just wanna talk about things, please! do! I would love to talk about this or this game with peeps so HMU if you’re interested God bless. Perhaps theory isn’t quite the right word for whatever this analyzation is, but here we are anyway. This game means a lot to me, so I wanted to put my thoughts down and get them out there.

Thanks for reading!

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“Prepare for a snow-frosted, blood-drenched fairy tale where the monsters steal your heart and love ends up being the nightmare.” - Roshani Chokshi, New York Times bestselling author of The Star-Touched Queen A girl who can speak to gods must save her people without destroying herself. A prince in danger must decide who to trust. A boy with a monstrous secret waits in the wings. Together, they must assassinate the king and stop the war. In a centuries-long war where beauty and brutality meet, their three paths entwine in a shadowy world of spilled blood and mysterious saints, where a forbidden romance threatens to tip the scales between dark and light. Wicked Saints is the thrilling start to Emily A. Duncan’s devastatingly Gothic Something Dark and Holy trilogy. “This book destroyed me and I adored it.”- Stephanie Garber, New York Times bestselling author of Caraval Early Reviews: “Prepare for a snow frosted, blood drenched fairy tale where the monsters steal your heart and love ends up being the nightmare. Utterly absorbing.” - Roshani Chokshi, New York Times bestselling author of The Star-Touched Queen "Full of blood and monsters and magic—this book destroyed me and I adored it. Emily is a wicked storyteller, she’s not afraid to hurt her characters or her readers. If you’ve ever fallen in love with a villain you will fall hard for this book." - Stephanie Garber, New York Times bestselling author of Caraval "This is the novel of dark theology and eldritch blood-magic that I’ve been waiting for all my life. It’s got a world at once brutal and beautiful, filled with characters who are wounded, lovable, and ferocious enough to break your heart. A shattering, utterly satisfying read." - Rosamund Hodge, author of Cruel Beauty and Bright Smoke, Cold Fire “Wicked Saints is a lush, brutal, compelling fantasy that is dark, deep, and bloody—absolutely riveting! With a boy who is both man and monster, mysterious saints with uncertain motives, and a girl filled with holy magic who is just beginning to understand the full reaches of her power, this gothic jewel of a story will sink its visceral iron claws into you, never letting go until you’ve turned the last page. And truthfully, not even then -the explosive ending will haunt you for days! ” - Robin LaFevers, New York Times bestselling author of the His Fair Assassin trilogy “Dark, bloody, and monstrously romantic. This is the villain love interest that we've all been waiting for.” - Margaret Rogerson, New York Times bestselling author of An Enchantment of Ravens "Seductively dark and enchanting, Wicked Saints is a trance you won’t want to wake from. Duncan has skillfully erected a world like no other, complete with provocative magic, sinister creatures, and a plot that keeps you guessing. This spellbinding YA fantasy will bewitch readers to the very last page." - Adrienne Young, New York Times bestselling author of Sky in the Deep Excerpt: N A D4E Z H D A L A P T E V A Horz stole the stars and the heavens out from underneath Myesta’s control, and for that she has never forgiven him. For where can the moons rest if not the heavens? —Codex of the Divine, 5:26 “It’s certainly not my fault you chose a child who sleeps so deeply. If she dies it will very much be your fault, not mine.” Startled by bickering gods was not Nadya’s preferred method of being woken up. She rolled to her feet in the dark, moving automatically. It took her eyes a few sec- onds to catch up with the rest of her body. Shut up! It wasn’t wise to tell the gods to shut up, but it was too late now. A feeling of amused disdain flowed through her, but neither of the gods spoke again. She realized it was Horz, the god of the heavens and the stars, who had woken her. He had a tendency to be obnoxious but generally left Nadya alone, as a rule. Usually only a single god communed with their chosen cleric. There once had been a cleric named Kseniya Mirokhina who was gifted with unnatural marksmanship by Devonya, the goddess of the hunt. And Veceslav had chosen a cleric of his own, long ago, but their name was lost to history, and he re- fused to talk about them. The recorded histories never spoke of clerics who could hear more than one god. That Nadya com- muned with the entire pantheon was a rarity the priests who trained her could not explain. There was a chance older, more primordial gods existed, ones that had long since given up watch of the world and left it in the care of the others. But no one knew for sure. Of the twenty known gods, however, carvings and paintings depicted their human forms, though no one knew what they actually looked like. No cleric throughout history had ever looked upon the faces of the gods. No saint, nor priest. Each had their own power and magic they could bestow upon Nadya, and while some were forthcoming, others were not. She had never spoken to the goddess of the moons, My- esta. She wasn’t even sure what manner of power the goddess would give, if she so chose. And though she could commune with many gods, it was im- possible to forget just who had chosen her for this fate: Mar- zenya, the goddess of death and magic, who expected complete dedication. Indistinct voices murmured in the dark. She and Anna had found a secluded place within a copse of thick pine trees to set up their tent, but it no longer felt safe. Nadya slid a voryen from underneath her bedroll and nudged Anna awake. She moved to the mouth of the tent, grasping at her beads, a prayer already forming on her lips, smoky symbols trailing from her mouth. She could see the blurry impressions of fig- ures in the darkness, far off in the distance. It was hard to judge the number, two? Five? Ten? Her heart sped at the possibility that a company of Tranavians were already on her trail. Anna drew up beside her. Nadya’s grip on her voryen tight- ened, but she kept still. If they hadn’t seen their tent yet, she could keep them from noticing it entirely. But Anna’s hand clasped her forearm. “Wait,” she whispered, her breath frosting out before her in the cold. She pointed to a dark spot just off to the side of the group. Nadya pressed her thumb against Bozidarka’s bead and her eyesight sharpened until she could see as clearly as if it were day. It took effort to shove aside the immediate, paralyzing fear as her suspicions were confirmed and Tranavian uniforms be- came clear. It wasn’t a full company. In fact, they looked rather ragged. Perhaps they had split off and lost their way. More interesting, though, was the boy with a crossbow si- lently aiming into the heart of the group. “We can get away before they notice,” Anna said. Nadya almost agreed, almost slipped her voryen back into its sheath, but just then, the boy fired and the trees erupted into chaos. Nadya wasn’t willing to use an innocent’s life as a distraction for her own cowardice. Not again. Even as Anna protested, Nadya let a prayer form fully in her mind, hand clutching at Horz’s bead on her necklace and its constellation of stars. Symbols fell from her lips like glow- ing glimmers of smoke and every star in the sky winked out. Well, that was more extreme than I intended, Nadya thought with a wince. I should’ve known better than to ask Horz for any- thing. She could hear cursing as the world plunged into darkness. Anna sighed in exasperation beside her. “Just stay back,” she hissed as she moved confidently through the dark. “Nadya . . .” Anna’s groan was soft. It took more focus to send a third prayer to Bozetjeh. It was hard to catch Bozetjeh on a good day; the god of speed was notoriously slow to answer prayers. But she managed to snag his attention and received a spell allowing her to move as fast as the vicious Kalyazin wind. Her initial count had been wrong; there were six Tranavians now scattering into the forest. The boy dropped his crossbow with a bewildered look up into the sky, startling when Nadya touched his shoulder. There was no way he could see in this darkness, but she could. When he whirled, a curved sword in his hand, Nadya sidestepped. His swing went wide and she shoved him in the direction of a fleeing Tranavian, anticipating their collision. “Find the rest,” Marzenya hissed. “Kill them all.” Complete and total dedication. She caught up to one of the figures, stabbing her voryen into his skull just underneath his ear. Not so difficult this time, she thought. But the knowledge was a distant thing. Blood sprayed, splattering a second Tranavian, who cried out in alarm. Before the second man could figure out what had happened to his companion, she lashed out her heel, catching him squarely on the jaw and knocking him off his feet. She slit his throat. Three more. They couldn’t have moved far. Nadya took up Bozidarka’s bead again. The goddess of vision revealed where the last Tranavians were located. The boy with the sword had managed to kill two in the dark. Nadya couldn’t actually see the last one, just felt him nearby, very much alive. Something slammed into Nadya’s back and suddenly the chilling bite of a blade was pressed against her throat. The boy appeared in front of her, his crossbow back in his hands, thank- fully not pointed at Nadya. It was clear he could only barely see her. He wasn’t Kalyazi, but Akolan. A fair number of Akolans had taken advantage of the war between their neighbors, hiring out their swords for profit on both sides. They were known for favoring Tranavia simply because of the warmer climate. It was rare to find a creature of the desert willingly stumbling through Kalyazin’s snow. He spoke a fluid string of words she didn’t understand. His posture was languid, as if he hadn’t nearly been torn to pieces by blood mages. The blade against Nadya’s throat pressed harder. A colder voice responded to him, the foreign language scratched uncomfortably at her ears. Nadya only knew the three primary languages of Kalyazin and passing Tranavian. If she wasn’t going to be able to com- municate with them . . . The boy said something else and Nadya heard the girl sigh before she felt the blade slip away. “What’s a little Kalyazi as- sassin doing out in the middle of the mountains?” he asked, switching to perfect Kalyazi. Nadya was very aware of the boy’s friend at her back. “I could ask the same of you.” She shifted Bozidarka’s spell, sharpening her vision further. The boy had skin like molten bronze and long hair with gold chains threaded through his loose curls. He grinned. Buy Link: https://static.macmillan.com/static/smp/wicked-saints/ About the Author: EMILY A. DUNCAN works as a youth services librarian. She received a Master’s degree in library science from Kent State University, which mostly taught her how to find obscure Slavic folklore texts through interlibrary loan systems. When not reading or writing, she enjoys playing copious amounts of video games and dungeons and dragons. Wicked Saints is her first book. She lives in Ohio. Website: https://eaduncan.com/ Twitter: @glitzandshadows Instagram: @glitzandshadows Tumblr: https://ift.tt/2K0iS2l

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The Games!

Note: I’m subscribed to Humble Monthly, so more games should be added to this list every month. This is also a list of every game I own, and I’m not necessarily interested in some of them. It also doesn’t include my brother’s games that I have access to, because that adds 399 games and I don’t want to type those all here. Maybe if I ever start running low on my own games, which is doubtful to happen.)

Steam

Airscape: The Fall of Gravity

Bastion

Beep

BioShock Remastered

Camera Obscura

Cave Story+

Child of Light

DETOUR

Disgaea PC

Don’t Starve Together

Dust: An Elysian Tail

Electronic Super Joy

Eversion

Feist

FEZ

Hacknet

Half-Life

Half-Life 2 [[prereq: Half-Life]]

Half-Life 2: Deathmatch [[prereq: Half-Life 2]]

Half-Life 2: Episode One [[prereq: Half-Life 2]]

Half-Life 2: Episode Two [[prereq: Half-Life 2: Episode One]]

Half-Life 2: Lost Coast [[prereq: Half-Life 2]]

Half-Life Deathmatch: Source [[prereq: Half-Life]] Half-Life: Blue Shift [[prereq: Half-Life]] Half-Life: Opposing Force [[prereq: Half-Life]] Half-Life: Source [[prereq: Half-Life]]

Intergalactic Bubbles

Killing Floor

Labyronia RPG

Labyronia RPG 2

Legend of Mysteria

Marble Mayhem: Fragile Ball

Mass Effect 2 [[preferred prereq: play through Mass Effect on my account]]

Mirror’s Edge

Never Alone (Kisima Ingitchuna)

Ori and the Blind Forest: Definitive Edition

ORION: Prelude

Out There Somewhere

Path of Exile

PlanetSide 2

Polarity

Revolution Ace

Risk of Rain

Saviors

Spelunky

Spore: Creepy & Cute Parts Pack

Spore: Galactic Adventures

The Talos Principle

Team Fortress Classic

Teleglitch: Die More Edition

TERA

They Bleed Pixels

This War of Mine

Tiny Bridge: Ratventure

Toki Tori 2+

Transistor

Trine

Trine 2

Trove

Volume

VVVVVV

Waveform

You Have to Win the Game

Origin

Nox

Theme Hospital

Uplay

Heroes(R) of Might & Magic(R) IV Complete Edition

Have in Humble but haven’t redeemed

Steam

Amnesia: A Machine For Pigs

Black Mesa

Bridge Constructor Playground

Contraption Maker

The Counting Kingdom

Crazy Plant Shop

Cubemen

Cubemen 2

DiRT Rally

Eldritch

Event[0]

Insanely Twisted Shadow Planet

Inside

Jazzpunk

Kingdom: New Lands Royal Edition

Layers of Fear: Masterpiece Edition

Ludwig

The Novelist

OlliOlli

Slime-san

Tower of Guns

Tumblestone

Type:Rider

Uplay

Might & Magic Heroes Online - Angel Starter Pack

Might & Magic VI-Pack

Already Played

Steam

Antichamber

BattleBlock Theater (but I played it on a friend’s console, not Steam)

The Binding of Isaac

The Binding of Isaac: Rebirth

Brothers - A Tale of Two Sons (on a friend’s Steam)

Castle Crashers (but I played it on a friend’s console, not Steam)

Circuits

Don’t Starve

Dota 2

The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim (on a friend’s Steam)

FTL: Faster Than Light

Game Dev Tycoon

Hexcells

Hexcells Infinite

Hexcells Plus

ibb & obb

Influent

Life Is Strange(TM)

LIMBO

Mass Effect (but I played it on a friend’s console, not Steam)

Portal

Portal 2

Rogue Legacy

Scribblenauts Unlimited

Sid Meier’s Civilization V

Smash Up (but IRL instead of online)

Sokobond

Spore (but a long time ago from a separate install, not Steam)

The Stanley Parable

Stardew Valley

Super Meat Boy

Tales from Space: Mutant Blobs Attack

Terraria

Thomas Was Alone

To The Moon

Torchlight II

Undertale

The Witness

Battle.net

Hearthstone

Heroes of the Storm

Overwatch

Origin

Sims 4

Other PC games

League of Legends

Maplestory

Minecraft

Mobile

2048

Alchemy

CATS: Crash Arena Turbo Stars

Clash of Clans

Clash Royale

Fallout Shelter

Lil Alchemist

Neko Atsume

Pokémon GO

Taps to Riches

Trivia Crack

Trivia Crack: Kingdoms

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