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𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐓 | vento aureo; twenty-nine.

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pairing : vento aureo x gn reader summary : with virtually nothing left in their credit account, a gang of space thieves turn to the richest man in the galaxy to give them a job worth millions. too bad those never come easy, even with stand abilities and a pretty-faced crew. notes : sci fi au, multi-chapter fic, sfw, doesn’t follow canon plot word count : 3k+

★˚⋆ YOU BROUGHT THE RECEIVER TO your lips and spoke in the most exaggerated Lower Space accent you knew how to. “‘Ello? This is Ahren Irani. May I speak to Pannacotta Fugo?”

“Who is this? I don’t know anyone by that name.”

Fugo’s suspicion was practically a knife, sharp and cutting. It might have pissed you off but you were just glad to hear his voice again.

Stars, you could have cried. Your crew had made it to Minos. They were okay.

“You have five seconds to explain yourself before I hang up.”

You darted a look around the dock. A few bored sailors and dockworkers, some grisly fishermen. Abbacchio keeping watch by the corner. No one seemed the least bit interested in you. Even the cracked holoscreen in the corner wasn’t displaying any current news about your crew.

“Fugo,” you said, cutting back on the Lower Space twang. “It’s me.” Your throat tightened. “Your Captain.”

You heard Fugo inhale. It became utterly quiet on the other end of the call.

“Fugo?” you said.

“What’s the name of my Stand?” Fugo asked.

“Purple Haze. Or Purple Catastrophe, depending on who you ask.”

“H-how are you alive?” he spluttered and you almost laughed. “How did you manage to get out of the Black Zone? Are you on Minos right now?”

“I don’t really know myself. It’s a long story, but yeah, I’m on Minos. Where are you and the crew?”

Fugo got over his shock quickly. “We got here a few days ago and took a while to regroup. Coco Jumbo managed to make contact with Polnareff and we took one of the ferries to the nearby islands. D46. We’re under a made-up research crew Coco whipped up. We have clearance for three weeks.”

“How much time do we have left?”

“A week,” said Fugo grimly.

It was about what you had expected, but hearing it from Fugo made it so much worse.

“Keep doing what you’re doing. I’ll find a way to reach you.”

“Will you be able to? We can send someone out.”

“You need everyone to deal with Polnareff. I’ll manage. We can’t waste anymore time. Besides, I have help.”

“Help?”

You looked in Abbacchio’s direction. He’d left his GA uniform behind and wore black pants and a grey button-up. His hair was shoved under a cap. As far from an Inspector as you could please. “You’ll see.”

Fugo’s voice suddenly turned urgent. “Captain, I have to ask. Did JoJo ever say anything to you? Anything strange?”

“No. Strange how, exactly?”

“No. It’s nothing. I was just curious. I wanted—ah, well, it’s not important. We’ll continue things here then,” said Fugo. “I’ll pass you over to Mista. He’s been listening in this whole time and nearly shat his pants.”

“Shut up, you flackbag,” Mista said without missing a beat. You couldn’t help smirking. “Is that really you, Cap?”

“Who else?”

Mista’s voice went uncharacteristically soft. Your breath caught.

“You really scared me, you know that? I don’t know what I would’ve done if—flack, I’m so glad you’re alive.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“I should be the one apologizing. I said I’d have your back and I let you get swept into the Black Zone. I deserve to be belted for that.”

“You made good on your oath, so that’s what matters.”

Mista was quiet for a few beats. “I didn’t. Fugo had to step up. I was too distraught to do anything. We’d still be back in the Black Zone looking for you if it weren’t for him.”

You closed your eyes. “I’m just glad everyone’s alright.”

“Yeah, well, about that . . .”

“What is it?” Your voice sharpened.

“Nothing. Just that . . . Narancia’s eye hasn’t been doing so hot. It started bleeding the other day. Scary shit.”

“Is he okay?”

“It’s bandaged, but he needs medical attention. I think it’s a lot worse than he’s letting on. He could barely see straight the past few days and he’s been weak. He’s been numbing it with eye drops. At best, some kind of infection. At worst, he’ll probably need a cybernetic.”

“That idiot,” you muttered, but it was more worried than irritated.

“We’ll look after him, Cap. You just get your ass here. You’re on the main docks, right? A guy named Rati brought us over. He’s trustworthy. If you show him Zero’s pin, it should be a breeze.”

“Will do.”

“Oh, and Cap. You owe me a round of drinks. Don’t die or anything stupid like that.”

You smiled weakly. “I won’t. Talk to you soon.”

You replaced the receiver and Abbacchio took that as his cue to make his way over.

“Everything alright?” he asked.

“The crew’s fine. They’re out on island D46. Said if we get in contact with some guy named Rati, he should be able to get us out.”

Abbacchio tilted his head. “Would that happen to be him over there? He’s been staring at you since you started the call.”

Across the docking office, someone leaned against the entrance, not quite casually. You couldn’t make out any distinguishing features about them, only that they were dressed in the full-body skin suit that researchers on Minos seemed to like and had on a large blue visor over their eyes.

You traded a look with Abbacchio. He gave a one-shoulder shrug.

“Do you know anyone around here named Rati?” you asked, walking over to the person. They looked you up and down, and you couldn’t help feeling self-conscious. After narrowly dying just a day ago, you couldn’t imagine that you looked very appealing.

“Who’s asking?”

The voice was male. Light. Pleasant. He hadn’t corrected you, so you assumed he really was Rati.

From your jacket pocket, you took out Zero’s pin. You couldn’t even remember the last time you’d used it.

“I’m under Zero’s employ. I’ve been told you can get us to island D46.”

“And why do you need to get there?”

“I don’t see how that’s your business.”

“Don’t get defensive. I was just curious. If you’re here for sights, there are plenty of more attractive islands. And if you’re here for research, that island has already been extensively mapped and catalogued.”

You set your jaw. “I just need to get to island D46. Can you take us or not?”

Rati looked over your shoulder at Abbacchio. “Friend of yours?”

“Associate.”

The stranger nodded to himself. “You must be with the crew that just passed by. They were just as rude as you were.”

“Can you help us or not? There are plenty of other people on this dock I can ask.”

“Does a thousand credits sound okay?”

You would normally decline, but you were on Zero’s dime. “I can double it if you like.”

The visor didn’t cover Rati’s mouth, so you could see when he grinned. “Follow me then.”

You were thankful you’d thought to stock Party Rock up before you’d left Abbacchio’s ship. You had a few electors on hand you could use, and blades at Abbacchio’s insistence. You stared at the back of Rati’s head as you followed him out of the docking office. You hoped he could feel that you wouldn’t hesitate to shoot him if he tried anything funny.

The air on Minos was crisp and bracing, a nice change to the stale, recycled air you’d been breathing on ships. Little colour seemed to exist on the planet, the buildings, water, and sky all just different shades of grey. Gulls cawed overhead, diving occasionally into the sea for fish. When you looked off at the islands in the distance, the lack of vegetation struck you. No trees or bushes anywhere. Mostly stone and shale. It made for a lonely planet, you thought. It was no wonder that few people outside of researchers made their home here.

All along the dock were various seacraft, from dinghies to speed jets to motorboats. Rati’s motorboat was small and unassuming. It looked like it could have carried tourists in another life.

“Get yourself settled,” Rati said. “I just have to check back with the office for a permit. Help yourself to a life vest. I’d hate it if anyone were to fall overboard.”

While Rati doubled back, you clambered to the front of the motorboat and reached under the seat for a life vest. You didn’t like how unstable the boat was. Already, you were starting to feel a little nauseous.

“Ever been on a boat before?” Abbacchio asked.

“No. Never been out on the ocean, either. We didn’t have beaches on Solymus.”

“Not even after all of your escapades?”

You realized then that it was a little silly you had never thought to use your credits on a cruise ship or something. You’d been to plenty of resorts but never out to the ocean. On any planet at all.

Abbacchio grunted.

“Have you ever been on a boat?”

“A few times.” Abbacchio squinted out at the horizon. “Never liked it much.”

You took a few minutes to look around the motorboat while Rati was still gone. Rope, a water buoy, a holopad set into the side. Nothing noteworthy. There was a cooler near the controls that you pulled out, however.

You couldn’t tell how long it had been sitting out here, but it was ice-cold. Maybe Rati had restocked it recently.

Abbacchio shifted in his seat. The motorboat rocked. “Are you sure we can trust this guy?”

“You don’t?”

“He seemed very eager to help two complete strangers.”

“That’s what Zero’s pin gets you,” you said lightly, but it didn’t quite land.

You felt under the cooler lid for the latch. You suddenly felt thirsty. You should have gotten a drink back at the office.

“I’d prefer if you didn’t open that.”

You looked up at Rati. It was hard to make out his expression behind his visor, but you imagined he smiled at you the way a parent smiled at a toddler with their hand in the cookie jar.

It rankled you.

“I’m not allowed to have a drink?”

“Of course, but there’s no water in there.” Rati slid the cooler back beneath the steering wheel. From some unseen corner, he passed you a bottle of water.

“What’s inside it, then?” you asked.

“Nothing of concern. Do you get seasick?” Rati asked, still infuriatingly pleasant. He put a key in the ignition and the motorboat hummed to life. You crushed the water bottle in your palm, too pissed now to drink.

“It’s fine if you are, as long as you direct yourself into the water and not the bottom of my boat.” Rati laughed at his own joke. For that, you were willing to throw up right into his lap.

Rati eased the motorboat away from the dock and out onto open waters. Nothing but grey sea seemed to stretch away from you in all directions.

“It’ll take us at least an hour to get to island D46,” Rati said. “If at any point you want to turn back, please let me know.”

For a while, only the roar of the motorboat and the churning waves filled the silence. You leaned over the edge of your seat, letting the sea spray splash across your face. You couldn’t say exactly what it was about Rati that threw you off. If it was his politeness, that honestly said more about you than him.

Abbacchio and Rati engaged in mindless chatter as the ride went on. You listened in silently, not willing to contribute anything. Even though Abbacchio was a shit liar, the anecdotes he fabricated about your time in the Institute weren’t half bad. You could almost have believed them yourself. Rati remained nothing short of courteous the entire conversation, nodding and commenting at all the right intervals. It didn’t escape your notice that he offered nothing about himself.

More than once, the cooler that Rati kept by his leg kept slipping out and sliding around the motorboat. Either you or Abbacchio would have to carry it back and Rati would sheepishly thank you. It was strange. The ride was rocky, but not enough for a big-ass cooler to be sliding around like that. It made you think about Rati saying there weren’t any drinks inside of it. If not drinks, why the flack would you have cooler onboard? It wasn’t light enough to be empty and you would’ve bet anything that Rati wasn’t a fisherman.

Every time the cooler slid toward you, you had to fight not to pry the damn thing open. What the flack was inside?

“Have you lived on Minos all your life?” you decided to ask during a lull. Abbacchio shot you a look, but you ignored him.

“No. I only started living here recently.”

“So you’re a researcher?”

“You could say that. I do odd jobs here and there. Transport services for people like yourself.”

“Where did you live before Minos?”

Rati gave a half-smile. “Is this an interrogation?”

“Don’t get defensive. I was just curious,” you said mockingly.

Rati’s smile widened. It made you want to punch him. “In that case, I lived on a well-off moon colony for most of my childhood. Then I got caught up in . . . illicit activities. Thankfully, I managed to extricate myself and make my way here. The rest is history.”

You didn’t buy this nice-guy act for one second. He was probably still involved in “illicit activities”, whatever those were. If you weren’t already halfway out in the middle of the ocean, you would have demanded he take you back.

“How lucky,” you said flatly.

“I’m trying to turn my life around,” Rati said. “Some days are harder than others. I try to take things one at a time.”

And then, because of course it did, the cooler slid out from Rati’s feet yet again.

“I’ve had enough of this,” you snapped, pulling the cooler towards you. “What the flack is in this thing? This has to be the tenth time it’s slid out already.”

“I wouldn’t open that if I were you,” Rati said, but you were already prying the lid open. Bits of steam escaped it and before you had gotten the entire lid off, something flew out of it, and splattered on the floor.

You immediately drew up your feet. “What the flack?”

Abbacchio stood up, his hand going instinctively to his shoulder holster before he remembered he didn’t have it anymore. “What was that?”

Rati killed the engine. The cordial smile slid off his face. “I was afraid this would happen.”

You reached into your pocket for a card and took out an elector. “What the flack is going on here, Rati? We paid you to get us to the island, not mess with us.”

“Please don’t make any sudden movements,” Rati said, raising a hand. “I can explain. You just need to sit down. Both of you.”

You pointed the elector as his face. “Explain, you flackbag.”

Abbacchio started moving towards the ship’s stern.

“Stop! Don’t move,” Rati commanded, and the sudden steel in his voice gave Abbacchio pause. Rati’s mouth flattened into a line. He raised his other hand so they both pointed towards the sky.

“I will explain. But unless you want to die, I need both of you to sit down. Now. You have no idea how deadly that thing you just released is.”

You and Abbacchio looked at each other. Rati wasn’t flacking around. Slowly, gingerly, Abbacchio lowered himself back in his seat. The boat rocked lazily as the motion of the waves took over. With your free hand, you clenched your seat so hard your knuckles turned white.

Rati began to speak quickly. “A few days ago, a man was found dead on the docks. The GA’s reported the death as a suicide. The citizens here were relieved. The man had been nothing but a nuisance during his time here. The only thing he did was walk around and ask people to shoot him. He desperately wanted to die. His name was Carne.

“We thought that was the end of it. But things started happening. Random attacks. Animals dying. One woman was nearly mauled to death. It was unusual. Minos has a relatively low crime rate. This had never happened before. There were rumours that a new organism had made its way over from one of the islands and that it was attacking everyone. It was described as small, fleshy. It moved with incredible speed and seemed to draw energy from other living things.

“A group was dispatched to deal with it. I was among them. We spent an entire night chasing after it. But then it started chasing us. It attacked randomly, indiscriminately. By some stroke of luck, I managed to trap it in this cooler. I was meant to give it to one of the researchers interested in it on island D46 except that you have now released it onto this boat.”

Abbacchio swore. You were tempted to pitch yourself into the ocean.

“Why didn’t you just say so then?” you hissed, as though the organism could hear you. “I wouldn’t have opened it if I’d known. And why would you keep it in a cooler of all things?”

“It wasn’t as though I could transfer it somewhere else without being attacked,” Rati snapped. “Most people keep away from things when they’re told.”

You swallowed your retort. You knew you had no right to be angry. This was on you.

“What do we do?” Abbacchio asked. “We have to get it back into the cooler.”

“As I said, the creature attacks indiscriminately. We haven’t been able to figure out how it latches onto its targets. It uses something other than sight. Some kind of sensor.”

Abbbacchio moved his head slowly. “One of us is going to have to move if we want to catch it.”

“Don’t move unless you’re told,” Rati said with a pointed look in your direction. He began moving away from the steering wheel and made his way toward the cooler.

This motorboat was tiny. You should’ve been able to see the creature. Was it possible that it had fallen overboard somehow?

Rati lifted up the cooler. He flipped open the lid and then tucked it under his arm. He raised his head, searching.

You opened your mouth, then stiffened when you heard a low growl behind you. A chill went down your back.

Abbacchio’s eyes widened. Rati didn’t have time to react.

You whipped around, then screamed as the creature latched onto your face with a wet squelch.

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witchbitchheadedtoaditch · 2 years

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Divination with Hieroglyphs!

Hello hello! I recently saw a Discord Bot that offered hieroglyphics as a form of divination and then I ended up on a very deep dive about hieroglyphs for divination because the source for that bot was a site on Wicca and it was literally the only one that I could find. I'm not going to name either the bot or the website because I don't really think that we should like, shit on them and frankly that's not the intent of the post lol. Anywho!

Hieroglyphs have, historically, not always been used for divination, but in today's world they absolutely can be used! If you're interested in learning more, the rest is below the cut so that it wouldn't be a crazy long post on your dash lol

So, there are like a couple hundred to a couple thousand different hieroglyphs in total that we've found, and it would be incredibly impractical to use all of them for divination. There are 23 ones that are used by the bot and that are listed on the website (though their names are wrong lol), and then there are a bunch more that I, personally use, so I thought I'd make a post to share them!

All of these names (with the exception of one, which I will note in the list) are the names that Egyptologists have given them, and the hieroglyph meanings are derived from both their general like, appearance, and the esoteric meanings that Egyptologists have been able to discern. The letter-number combination in parenthesis beside each one references the Gardiner code and the unicode associated with it.

So the 23 that are listed on the website and the 23 that are used by the bot are as follows (these are the correct names, and not the names used by either the site or the bot):

The Mouth (D21, U+1308B): communication, meetings, working out details with others

The Forearm (D36, U+1309D): receiving something positive; a gift of fate, the help of another, things falling into place unexpectedly without any effort

The Hand (D46, U+130A7): personal skill and ability, being able to make the situation however you want it to be

The Leg (D56, U+130BE): travel, movement, influences from other locations or people

The Egyptian Vulture (G1, U+1313F): a need for emotional distance from the situation, stepping back, not getting caught up, the emotions of the moment may be blinding, looking at the situation from a distance

The Owl (G17, U+13153): wisdom, insight, knowledge, having an overview of the situation and seeing it clearly

The Quail Chick (G43, U+13171): new beginnings, new directions, new doors opening, opportunity, potential

The Cobra (I10, U+13193): power and authority, taking a humble role and working within a system controlled by others

The Reed (M17, U+131CB): growth, expansion, business with many projects, creativity, self-expression

The Double Reeds (M17A, U+131CC): over-extension, too many obligations and too much to do, taking on more than you can handle, a need to cut back and simplify

Slope of Hill (N29, U+1320E): challenges and difficulties, an uphill battle

The Door Bolt (O34, U+13283): safety, protection, lack of fear

The Stool (Q3, U+132AA): help and support of others, good advice or aid from others will be helpful

The Lasso (V4, U+1336F): unseen problems obstacles or challenges, approach with caution, second looks at a situation

The Waters/The Ripple of Water (N35, U+13216): the divine is guiding one, relax and go with the flow, divine providence

The Lying Lion (E23, U+130ED): bravery, courage, self-confidence, strength to face the situation and strength to stand up to challenges

The Tethering Rope (V13, U+1337F): wealth and prosperity, solidification of wealth and having things you desire

The Twisted Wick (V28, U+1339B): letting go of the old to make way for the new, eternity, long lengths of time, let go of what you've outgrown

The Metal Vessel (W6, U+133B5): change, transformation, development from one thing to another, from chaos to order

The Loaf of Bread (X1, U+133CF): taking care of others, fulfilling duties or requirements in a situation, necessary details, doing your part to make a situation successful

The Cup (W10, U+133BA): pleasure, joy, enjoyment, good friends ad positive situations

The Palm Branch (M4, U+131B3): success, positive attention, admiration of others, reward of effort and honor, recognition

The "Slug" (there is no hieroglyph that is named the slug, but it looks like a slug so I'm calling it the slug, and that's what the bot and the site call it) (L8, U+131AC): slow movement, patience, the situation needs to develop at its own pace, things need to fall into place before they move forward.

Other Hieroglyphs

The Crouching Man Behind the Wall (A5, U+13004): concealment, secrecy, hiding, obscured truth and lack of honesty and transparency

The Seated Man Under A Vase (A6, U+13006): cleansing your space, purifying surroundings and heart, return to a situation refreshed and with a blank slate

The Man with A Basket (A9, U+1300B): overworked and underpaid, being weighed down by too much with nowhere to rest, burnout

The Man with Tied Arms (A13. U+1300F): traitorous, harmful behavior, needing to reconsider who one trusts

The Woman Suckling Child (B5, U+13054): nourishment, concern, taking care of others, looking to others for support

The G-d with Jackal Head (C6, U+13062): Anpu, abrupt ends, weighing one's decisions carefully, considering outcomes

The Goddess with Horned Sun-Disk (C9, U+13065): Hathor, feminine joy and liberation, sexual liberation, radical joy

The Goddess with Feather (C10, U+13066): Ma'at, order, balance, stress from disorganization, anxiety of disorder

The Horns (F13, U+1310B): new beginnings, clean slates, fresh new start

The Backbone and Spinal Cords (F40, U+1312B): length, strength, extension, long-lasting, welfare

The Bee (L2, U+131A4): Neith, sweetness, unification, productivity

The Stack (M35, U+131E4): abundance, growth, reaping the benefits of what you've sown, creating abundance

The Brazier (Q7, U+132AE): light, clarity, illumination

The Loaf on Mat (R4, U+132B5): offerings, boons, pleasing experiences, pardons, being pleased or happy, at peace, count your blessings, revel in the good things in your life

Two Bows Tied Vertically (R24, U+132CB): Neith, need for protection and order

The Ankh (S34, U+132F9): life, eternal life, nourishment, protection, the soul

The Sekhem Scepter (S42, U+13302): power and control, take control of your situation, work towards the end goal of what you need

The Bow (T10, U+13314): stretched and over extended, step back and re-evaluate priorities, what is most important?

The Divided Cartouche (V11, U+13378): division, exclusion, disconnecteness, loneliness

The Crossed Diagonal Sticks (Z10, U+133F5): breaks, division, overload, getting rid of what you must.

These are not all the hieroglyphs one could use if they chose to, in fact you have a whole plethora of hieroglyphs at your disposal! Research any meanings they might have had, if they resonate with you, and then add them to your practice if you so see fit :D

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uniquezombiedestiny · 1 year

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TELL ME MORE ABT VERA AND THE DISTORTION STUFF PLS

:) :) :) :) <- vera sleeper agents activated

so her distortion was originally not one, but i sort of shaped it into one over time, since she distorts others and is the voice of distortion in the rp. its about being the magical girl who saves the world, specifically saving her friends from the timeloop/suffering in general.

so vera joined the facility because her family/friends/etc was like "damn you suck! bye" and she was like "W. HUH?????" and wanted to spite them for leaving her. once she learned of the timeloops on d10, shes like "im gonna fix this!". but as time goes on and everything gets worse, she gets more stressed about trying to fix it before everyone just loses it and they cant be saved. so from the stress, vera falls really hard into a magical girl persona, trying to be likeable and everyones friend (both so they dont lose it and so she isnt abandoned).

ironically vera ended up losing it the most and kinda loses herself to the magical girl thing, and ends up coming to the conclusion that she will save the world and all her friends with her magical girl powers. you can only be so sane after seeing your friends die over and over (and then watching utter chaos ensue on d46-49 as everyone dies and doesnt come back, as everything falls apart and you cant do anything, the world is laughing in your face, everyone is.)

so on d50 she distorts! she brings back her dead friends, steals the seed of light for her own power, and at the same time owen realizes about the timeloops and gets hit in the face with so so many memories he never knew he had. vera decides to leave him behind, which is because when she asked if he wanted to join her, he didn't respond, so she was like "ok bye have fun!" (he was not having fun)

ok finally the distortion itself. it has no name rn over than "the light" but im totally giving it a good name one day. veras the leader of it all, with tons of blind followers who totally agree with her. theyre all distorted, but their distortions have been hidden under light-y versions of themselves. everyone whos a part of the light basically has time stopped for them - they dont age or change at all. they also cant see things negatively/feel negativity, being only happy or (at worst) neutral. their suffering has totally stopped.

ofc this has consequences. everyones basically stuck in denial/ignorance of any suffering. everything vera does ends up being for her own goals, so all her followers arent really people anymore. she goes around entirely unknowing of all the suffering shes caused, and over time uses her own followers to save herself

in l corp, vera gets stressed about all of her deaths catching up to her, which manifests in the distortion - veras under her lighty shell, but shes also rotting, so she reverses it with the life of her followers. in the final battle against her she literally kills tons of people to bring herself to good health

soo distorted!veras personality is way too happy. shes basically manic half the time, doing random impulsive things and distorting people for no reason and ditching them when they get aggressive/sad/etc. she calls everyone her friends and family. when anything negative is presented to her, especially relating to her past, shell either twist it into positiveness or go totally silent with a blank stare. and then snap right back to her happy self :)

shes meant to be so fast its confusing/disorienting, which often works on people shes trying to pull into her cult thing. they get so confused they just cant do anything, give up, or just distort on their own.

heres some recent art of her :D

also some songs that fit her:

malks core suppression just. fits her. it gives me the vibe of something being Off and Wrong and yeah thats how it is with her in the final battle (also would just fit like any vera tbh) also it has breakcore and is very fast. which also fits!

apalling past memories seen through rose-tinted glasses says basically everything in the name lol

awake is the same kind of thing as past memories, simple piano stuff. that kind of song tends to fit her. this one also gets fucked up at the end but in a different way that i really like. like this is her as a whole. also its pretty earstrainy so be warned

the toy box! a really good song that happens to be about denial and growing up (also some stuff about identity issues). fits both vera and her distortion a lot

alkali underachiever, which i think is about standing up in the face of hardship and going on despite bad things. i dont remember the lyrics too well but i think it has "please dont hate me" in them and damn if a happy song with that in it isnt her

im. normal about my ocs. as you can see (i could literally say more but this is so long)

#vera #lc ocs #asks #ty for the ask!!!!!!#i think my autism has grabbed ahold of my ocs #<- aka: is this a hyperfixation #or special interest? idk the difference tbh #like i said. i could literally say EVEN MORE THAN THIS #tbh it probably is at this point theyre in my head 80%+ of them time #the*

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