#also Imposter Games

[drawbauchery]

real canon depiction of why he had to be nerfed before the trials

#maxences-hat #art #danganronpa #sdr2 spoilers #ultimate imposter #hajime hinata #nagito komaeda #teruteru hanamura #peko pekoyama #mikan tsumiki #also...honestly......as much as his game voice killed me #his ryota voice kinda. did something to me #so. #i think that's. his bus au voice. #only. only because it sounds nice not because i like to think about it shut up

[lovesickeros]

☆ even the gods bleed [ pt 4 ]

{☆} characters arlecchino, furina, lyney {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, multi-chapter, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood {☆} word count 3.7k {☆} previous [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ]

Fontaine was bathed in darkness, not even the moon daring to illuminate where the common man fears to walk. The streets were bleak and empty save for the constant, rhythmic ticking and clanking of machines marching on endlessly, dauntlessly wading where even the bravest dared not to venture. Not even the sharp click of the Gardes boots followed the occasional hisses of steam as they walked the barren streets.

It was haunting, and it'd been like that for days now. It showed little signs of stalling in the slightest, too. Every inch of Fontaine was practically crawling with Gardemeks– like a swarm of rats skittering about.

Arlecchino had secluded herself in the Hotel Bouffes d'ete for days at this point, waiting– biding her time. Her nails clicked against the wood as she tapped at the table in a stilted rhythm, the subtle click of the clock mixing into the clanking outside, weaving in and out of earshot as the patrols slipped by. She reached forward after a moment of thought, reaching for the white king.

She leaned back against the chaise, tilting her head just enough to catch a glimpse of a patrol of Gardemeks as they vanished behind the rows and rows of buildings. It wasn't enough to keep her attention for long, however, her features twisting in disinterest as she glanced back to the chessboard– and the letter neatly resting beside it. The seal was unmistakable and a sobering sight, demanding her attention– the soft hues of blue etched into the shape of a dragon stared back at her in a way that almost unsettled her.

She had already parsed through it's contents hundreds of times, but she was met with only vague, flowing script that only served to irritate her more then anything– it filled the page top to bottom yet managed to say nothing at all. Her hand reached out again, but instead of reaching for the letter she plucked the black rook from the board, setting it down with a soft click.

Arlecchino had all the time in the world to sit back and observe her prey, but all that time would be useless if she lacked the information to act.

And he was quite tight fisted about it, evidentially. None of her inquiries or attempts to decipher any potential codes in the letter left her empty handed. She could not act without even knowing the reason for his summons– it was almost worded like a personal affair rather then one would expect for a foreign diplomat. In truth, she'd expected a scalding report on her operatives, but it lacked any mention of anything of the sort.

She was no stranger to people masking hostility behind pretty words and compliments, not that it was ever unwarranted per se– the Fatui did not create connections through honesty and genuine kindness. They have strong armed more then their fair share of people into cooperation to the point distrust is all the Fatui are met with outside of Snezhnaya. Every word was meant to conceal the deceit, every action meant to conceal the price later paid.

So she had been..skeptical of the letter, to put it lightly. She doubted the Iudex of all people would offer a hand to the Fatui without a price attached– a trap, perhaps, meant to lure in the most powerful piece left on the board. Her eyes narrowed, reaching for a white rook and moving it to the right.

Or he was hiding something. Something that he simply couldn't risk getting out to anyone, not even the Divine themself. A tempting prize, whatever it was.

..A dangerous prize, too.

She'd considered burning the letter and forgetting it all together– the risk was great, and she couldn't risk getting caught up by whoever else the Iudex may have on his side of the board. But she could hardly pass up the challenge and the prize that he fought so hard to keep from prying eyes and ears. Even her agents came back empty handed each time. She lazily picked up a black rook, sliding the white pawn aside.

"Lyney," Arlecchino drawled, crossing one leg over the other and turning her gaze to the door as it slowly creaked open. The pale visage of Lyney stepped through, though his siblings were noticeably absent. The weariness that weighed down on his shoulders was apparent in the slightest furrow of his brows and the subtle creak of leather as he clenched his fists behind his back. "Father." He choked out, the title dragged out by the sharp inhale and shaky exhale.

He looked out of breath, she noted.

The silence that lingered after the small exchange was punctuated only by the click of another chess piece being moved. She sets aside the black rook, letting it sit among the dozen other pieces that had been wiped off the board. She can see the conviction glinting beneath the fog of exhaustion, but if he would utilize it was another matter all together.

He had seemed to make his choice quickly, at the very least.

"Our contacts and operatives within the Fortress of Meropide have gone silent– all we have is their final confirmed missive.." His voice is confident, but it is rigid as the words spill from his lips. He takes a sharp step forward, unfolding his arms from behind his back and opening his hands– the small, water stained and messily folded note catches her eye, plucking it from his palms with a half hearted interest. "They believe the Duke left the Fortress of Meropide..and that he may be coming to the Court of Fontaine."

Her eyes narrow dangerously, nearly crumpling the thin paper in her hands– yet just as quickly, she collects herself.

But she cannot get rid of the bitter taste on her tongue, lingering as she sets down the note and slides it to the side, her lips pursed into a thin line.

So the Iudex had shown one of his pieces..she tightly grasps a black rook, tipping over the white rook, letting it roll against the board.

If the Duke was involved, things were much more complicated then she expected– he would be a problem, she was certain. She couldn't blame the lamb for fearing the wolf, either. Whether her agents had been killed or captured by the man mattered little. He had his ways, and he was a force that could instill fear in even them.

Which meant the possibility that her operation was already compromised was far too real.

What had the Iudex so concerned he had gone through the trouble of bringing in the Duke and herself? The Fatui was one thing, but to specifically request one of it's Harbingers..

The Prophecy? The thought had her clenching her fist, but..no. If it were to rear it's head now, the Iudex could simply not afford to waste time on his contacts deciphering his nonsensical script– If the prophecy were to be the issue, there time would be limited to mere minutes in the worst of cases. Which meant it was worth biding his time in order to ensure absolute secrecy.

So if not the prophecy, then what?

Her next moves were..limited. She was already walking on eggshells considering her position and the reputations of the Fatui– especially with a Harbinger in the midst. If they caught wind of her operations, they'd weed out her operatives and be on guards for any snakes that lingered in their garden.

She reached for the chessboard again, picking up one of the white rooks from the board with a scowl. The sharp click as she sets down the white rook and sets aside the black pawn draws a shaky inhale from Lyney as she moves another black pawn, the dull click of the pieces drowning out the distant clinking of machines.

..A draw, perhaps.

The pieces were all falling into place– the players of this game were slowly being revealed. Whether she could secure her victory..she was unsure.

She wasn't even sure who her opponent was. Only that the Iudex himself was but another piece in their game.

Arlecchino reached for the board again, yet this time she hesitated. Perhaps she could still swipe the win from beneath them, if she played her cards right.

She would simply have to capture the king– or, if need be, let it end on a draw. Either way, she would not concede. She could not afford to concede. Down to the last piece, she would drag out this match until she was in a position to force their hand into the outcome she desired.

She stood slowly, picking up the king piece and observing it for only the briefest of moments before she set it down on the table, taking measured steps around the table and across the room. She was hunting a much more dangerous quarry today– it would be no simple runaway traitor this time.

"Do you remember the directive?" She inquired coldly, her hand lingering on the door for that long, tense moment. "..Yes, Father." Lyney faltered, taking a hesitant step back and bowing at the waist. "Then do not stray."

All that was left was the silence and click of the door shutting behind her as she disappeared down the hall, her boots clicking harshly against the floorboards. The rest of the agents knew better then to linger in her path as she stepped down into the lobby, adjusting the cuffs of her sleeves. She barely even acknowledged the Fatui agent standing at the ready by the heavyset doors, their gloves hands held out with her cloak held loosely in their palms. She quickly snagged it from them, tugging it over her board shoulders and clasping it around her throat.

With a quick tug, she brought the hood up over her head to conceal her sharp features, lifting her hand and placing a neatly folded note within their waiting hands. She had only one chance to make the right moves and secure her victory– no matter the cost.

Each piece had it's purpose.

Oft, that purpose was a bloody and horrible end– but for the grand goal of the Fatui built on the backs of the dead, it was an honor.

She didn't bother speaking a word as she dismissed them with a wave of her hand, pushing open the heavyset doors and stepping out into the barren, damp streets. The rhythmic clink and whir of Gardemeks was still distant– she needed to move. Her boots clicked and splashed in the rain soaked stone of the streets as she slithered between the buildings, ducking through the openings in the patrols.

It was almost too easy.

She tilted her head back, taking in the towering Palais Mermonia with a scowl, her hands clenched into fists. The final moves were being played– the king was within her reach, yet she felt no more confident then when she began.

The air carried a sense of unease, thick and heavy, filling her lungs until she felt her breath still in her chest– listening to the empty, bleak night that seemed so..quiet.

She'd done her fair share of research, had more then her fair share of her agents try to peer into the Iudex's office or the Archon's supposedly hidden chambers, but every attempt was a failure. She had to give them credit, they were quite elusive when they wished to be. Though now she only thought about it bitterly– this was all a risky gamble, in the end, and only time would tell if it paid off.

With minimal effort, she'd managed to pull herself to the flat, tiled roof, eyeing the massive tower peaking out of the center cautiously. At least here the wandering patrols down below weren't likely to notice her..she could hear them passing by the spot she'd been in only a few minutes ago, just beneath her. She pulled the hood further over her face, peering through the sheer darkness of the night for any oddities, but it was almost impossible to see in the dark.

Her boots clicked softly against the tiles as she approached the tower jutting out from the Palais, her hand gliding along the smooth stone, pressing against odd indents or crevices. If it was for the Archon's chambers, she doubted they made it very difficult– she'd only met the woman once, but she doubted the Iudex make it all that complex just from a brief glance. And it surprised her little when one of the stones sunk into the wall, gears whirring as the walls split open to reveal a stairwell straight into an inky black hall. Only the barest hint of light peaked under the door at the bottom, but it's occupants must have heard her, considering it went out not a moment later.

She cautiously stepped down into the small crevice, her breath visible in the bitter cold air– her shoulders tensed at the subtle sound of muffled footsteps behind the door, her vision flaring with a molten heat between her shoulder blades as she reached for the worn handle of the door. The heat of her vision was enough to just barely heat the metal, her vision flaring like a quickly building inferno.

Arlecchino was prepared for a fight, if it came down to it.

The door creaked as she pressed against it, shoving it open with a grunt of effort and surveying the room with narrowed eyes and a biting remark on the tip of her tongue– the lavish opulence was expected, she supposed, but the lack of the towering figure of the Iudex was not.

Yet before she could get a word in or even take in her surroundings properly, the light flickered back on and she had to squeeze her eyes shut with a hiss at the sudden brightness. She could hear the door being shoved closed behind her, the hurried footsteps retreating just as quickly as her eyes adjusted to the light.

..This was a joke, wasn't it? It had to be.

She'd expected the Iudex, perhaps even the Duke if she'd been unlucky, not the Hydro Archon. She had half the mind to test her worth as an Archon then and there, her temper flaring like an uncontrollable blaze, barely kept at bay. It took all her self control to force herself to smile politely at the woman rather then snarl.

"Miss Furina," She sneered beneath her hood, x shaped pupils locked onto the startled, trembling Archon with thinly veiled contempt. "What a..pleasant surprise. You'll have to forgive my manners, I assumed I was meeting with the Iudex." She observed her body language carefully– the way her eyes darted about like a frightened rabbit seeking escape, the slightest tremble of her lips..

Arlecchino opened her mouth to offer another scathing remark, but her jaw audibly clicked shut as her entire body seemed to lock up. Even her vision went cold against her back, a chilling feeling creeping up her spine as someone, or something, crept up behind her. Their footsteps were almost silent, the slight rustling of their clothes the only thing she could hear over her heart pounding against her ribcage.

Arlecchino had always prided herself on being on the other end of that sensation– she was the monster, and her target was the prey frozen like a deer between the hunters crosshair.

It was a chilling feeling to have the dynamic shifted on it's head.

She couldn't even swallow, her jaw clenched so hard she could hear it creak as she tried to reason with her quickly splintering mind– a futile effort, her joints locking up almost painfully. Black spots were quickly swallowing her vision from the lack of air in her lungs, the sound of shuffling behind her barely audible over the ringing in her ears.

For a moment – a moment too long to have only lasted the seconds that it did, yet so quick it gave her whiplash – she thought she would hit the floor dead before she could even glimpse her assailant.

And then it was gone. She came crashing back into reality with a startled inhale, her lungs burning and her knees nearly buckling under her. The instinct to lash out and kill whoever had done it was intense, yet she couldn't bring herself to move even a finger– it would be so easy to twist around and ignite them with searing flames, but her feet were rooted in place.

She almost didn't notice the surprisingly gentle hands unclasping her cloak, tugging it off her shoulders, if not for the sheer intensity of the presence still lingering behind her. Her mind was still fractured, struggling to right itself after the ordeal, and it had her seething.

"..Are you certain you held back enough?" Furina croaked, the normally soft lilt raspy and almost hoarse. "Not– not that I doubt your capability, most Divine!"

Arlecchino felt her nails dig harshly into her palms, heat swelling beneath her skin– Divine? Had she lost her mind? The Divine was..

The Divine was upon their throne where they belonged. She'd seen them!

"Hm. Well, maybe? Sorry, I didn't think it'd affect you too." Their voice was sickeningly soft as they stepped around her like she wasn't even there, focusing their attention on the Archon who seemed more then delighted about it. "What gave you that impression, most Divine? Aha, I..was completely unaffected, as you can see! Perfectly fine."

Furina let out a small squeak when they pinched her cheek, but the almost affectionate smile that tugged at their lips revealed the lack of malice behind the action.

"You're a bad liar, Furina. You might want to sit down..please?" They didn't take her protests for an answer, gently pushing her to sit on the bed before abruptly turning to face Arlecchino once more, a forced smile on their lips. "Oh, good, you're..uh, not dead. That's good. I thought I fried your brain. Sorry?"

..Had she hit her head on the way here? The Divine should still be on their throne, yet she couldn't shake the weight of their stare– it felt tangible. She felt like she was standing face to face with the stars– galaxies and constellations bearing down upon her.

She grit her teeth and clenched her hands until she felt the sting of her nails against her palms, grounding herself in the pain through the sheer overwhelming nature of their existence.

"You.." She croaks, reaching out with a shaky hand and grabbing them by the collar of their shirt, lifting them up until their feet left the floor– she pays no mind to the startled protests of the Archon. Arlecchino would crush her like a bug before she even got the chance to intervene and they both knew it. "You shouldn't exist– you aren't them, and yet you..you're the imposter, aren't you?" Her grip tightens yet they face her without an ounce of fear, meeting her unyielding glare with a pondering look.

Arlecchino wanted to make them bleed just to see if she could, the urge to sink her teeth into skin welling up in her chest to the point she visibly snarled, her mask of politeness long . "You're the imposter." Her expression falls for a moment before she schools it into one of apathy, setting them back down and holding them there for a moment, finally releasing them after a tense moment. "Or you were supposed to be."

Hers brows furrow– she wants to demand answers, to throttle them for damning them to being nothing more then dolls for the supposed Divine to break at their whim, but none of the words come to her.

"..Why now? The current Divine has been in power for years, yet you descend now?" Her shoulders tensed, lips pursed into a thin line– it's impossible to ignore the truth that lay before her. The Divine is a fraud and this..imposter is the true Divine. How many years had they been in power, now? How many years were they waiting? Why did they wait? Was the suffering of Teyvat not enough? Was the blood that painted the steps of their stolen throne not enough?

She'd personally been on the wrong end of the Divine's wrath– she wonders..had they watched? Had they seen the cruel hand of their imposter and turned their back on Teyvat?

"I.." They hesitated. It made her seethe, her hands clenching into fists at her sides– her vision flickered, flames swelling within it's casing just to be smothered by the presence of the Divine. But once that spark had been lit, she refused to let it go out. "I didn't know."

The answer does not satisfy her. There is an itch beneath her skin that she cannot scratch, a fire that burns in her chest so hot it scorches even herself.

"And what about now? Are you content to cower like prey in the safety of the Palais Mermonia?" She snapped, taking a step forward, her brows furrowed and her glare intense– she can see the slightest bit of worry in their eyes. She revels in it. "Will you let them use your acolytes like pawns? How many more need to be broken on the steps to your throne before you act?"

Again, her vision flares and dims– it refuses to be used against the Divine that created it.

"Have you no answer?"

The room is silent. They do not speak and neither does she.

Even the world itself seems to quiet in the face of her accusations, fury boiling to the surface so hot it incinerated all it touched.

"I will kill them myself."

Their words are quiet, but they are not soft– there is a vindictive, searing anger that explodes out like dying stars within their eyes. The sight of constellations replaced by a void that would not be . The smell of ichor grows stronger– to the point she feels almost lightheaded.

"..I am aware that I have failed in preventing this, but I had no choice in the matter. Still," They muse, their voice like the tolling of bells. A solemn melody that stills the swelling fury burning in her chest, if only for a moment. "I will rectify it– I will tear down their throne of lies and let not even the earth tarnish itself by burying their corpse among it's soil."

They pause for a moment, holding out their hand– scarred and bandaged by the weapons of the devout, yet still they take upon the burden of dirtying their hands to save those who did not save them.

"Do you trust me, Arlecchino?"

Did she?

"Will you help me?"

She exhales heavily, meeting the starry iris' of the Divine with a scowl still tugging at her lips. Arlecchino trusted no one but herself.

"..Yes."

#sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin impact #fic tag #imposter au #genshin cult au #genshin impact cult au #arlecchino #lyney #furina #you do NOT wanna know what i got put thru writing this fic #trying 2 find out where arle was in the few times we DO see her and going down a rabbit hole of fuck fontaine and its layout actually! #I spent like 3 hours looking it up and checking in game it gives me a migraine thinking abt it. ew #anyway trying to write a really smart character is surprisingly difficult when ur as dumb as rocks #also used an actual chess match for this and gave myself an even worse migraine trying 2 make sure i didnt repeat moves or smth #furina doesnt get a spotlight yet just imagine her sitting in the corner trembling like a wet kitten you found on the side of the road #arlecchino goes thru a crisis more at 11 #shes a tired single dad shes isnt getting paid enough for this okay #hands u a fic over half the length of the other THREE PARTS #ehe :] #is arle actually on ur side??? is she gonna double cross u???? who knows!!!!! #shes unpredictable she might stab u for funsies #anyway im gonna go nap in a ditch now this took SO LONGGGGG OH MY G-D #also just think acolytes who arent buddy buddy w reader and even resent them is so tasty #bc how r they supposed 2 know reader was a human vibing 5 minutes before their got eebied 2 teyvat.. #reader gotta roll up their sleeves and get 2 WORK sometimes murder IS okay #they gotta fix some shit around here and that means committing several crimes all at once. sometimes more #a group can be g-d (just got here) their dragon (neuvi) their cat (archon) their dog (wrio) and their wolf (arle)

[katyahina]

Happy Valentine's day with the.... Choir? Damn, is Choir even a thing anymore? Everyone seems to be pursuing their own thing by now..

I think it is safe to take Forgotten Madman as his own character rather than some echo of the past of Ludwig 🤔 Dungeons already work well as catacombs without the timey-wimey stuff, and although there are some now-dead hunters that raise to the ring of the bell, soul of Ludwig is in the Nightmare, and did not die a human! Forgotten Madman also uses A Call Beyond, "secret weapon of the Choir", and Edgar likely had his taken by Micolash so it is still consistent

#bloodborne #imposter iosefka #yurie the last scholar #edgar choir intelligencer #forgotten madman bloodborne #bloodborne choir #one of these is not like the others...... XD #my art #valentine's day #also there is no meaning in flowers besides all of them being from the game itself dsfhfhds #with edgar they're flowers found in nightmare frontier/mensis and yurie's flowers are in forbidden woods! #then forgotten madman's flowers are only found in dungeons and fauxsefka's are in the secret woods cave that leads to her

[semitransparent-glob]

*lies about what my ultimate talent is on purpose* <3

#my art #danganronpa #danganronpa trigger happy havoc #danganronpa 2 goodbye despair #danganronpa v3 killing harmony #mukuro ikusaba #ultimate imposter #maki harukawa #rantaro amami #i love that every game not only has an 'ultimate ???' but also someone who is Lying <3

[hajihiko]

SERIOUSLY impersonating a huge asshole around a bunch of strangers and as soon as shit hits the fan and there's danger, they're like oh shit Protective Leader Mode ON we're getting through this

#I kinda wish the coma ppl had woken up in reverse order #Bc I like the thought of Impostor waking up and seeing that everyones alive just like Impostor had tried so hard- #-to keep them in the game. They'd probs be sad to be the first to wake up and feeling like they failed ... #Not an art #Imposter beloved #Talky Talky Tuesday #Also just so kind to nervous wrecks Mikan and Ryota ... Wahh #Impostor: idk who I am when I'm not someone else. #Ryota: I do. You're someone very good :) #Ok I'm done lol

[svtskneecaps]

ok i do need to ask, do we like KNOW know that some egg admins have been playing as other silly npcs during this downtime or are we speculating. like i've seen people identifying admins with varying strength of basis since the eggs first existed but like. for a while there anytime an npc spoke portuguese everyone thought it was richas and then occasionally it would be agent 18 lmao so. . . are we doing that now or do we like Know lmfao

oh and to be clear i do mean varying strength; people were apparently spotting a leo admin's speech patterns earlier and since leo has such a distinct pattern (tho i'm not fluent in spanish LMAO) i'm inclined to believe that. but yea for a while people seemed to think portuguese=richas and to be fair there weren't many non-english npcs for a WHILE and really no portuguese besides richas (that we knew of) but it does mean i'm a bit more skeptical now when the audience starts trying to clock npc admins lmfao

#qsmp #this is not neg this is just me not being on y'all's same wavelength for the millionth time #sometimes i feel like i'm not cut out to be in a minecraft fandom lmfao #which is wild bc i started my fandom journey as one. maybe that's why lmao mcyt fan spaces are way different than 2012 #anyway i'm apparently super bad with minecraft admin body language bc i never spot it #philza minecraft spotting his kids were Imposters from a mile away blew my fucking mind #bonus shoutout to etoiles who clocked dapper as a code fighting him #and who also had to clock his imposter daughter lol rip the legend #shut up vic #block game brainrot #oh and when phil clocked that bobby was filling in for tallulah tho that one was kinda obvious (lag) #i'm pretty sure fit has also clocked an admin filling in for ramon but i don't remember when or who #definitely pre-purgatory though #ah and when the eggs were missing and pierre clocked pomme and then used her ninho pearl lmao #while she was snipybara #that time roier laid on the ground and played sad music when a different admin filled in for bobby #and ofc cellbit noticing elisangela(iirc) was richas and teasing them #me when the parents can spot their kids a mile away: 🥰

[cryptidinthetheatrecellar]

Somtimes life means you gotta just sit there and play through the entirety of Venba on your switch in one sitting and just. Feel the shrimp emotions

#Venba #Switch Venba #Venba 2023 #Venba game #im biracial indian #and while not Tamil #SO much of this game made me think of both my Indian parent and their relation to their parents #and as someone who does not know what feels like should be one of my mother tongues #it leads me to feeling so often like an imposter in my identity #almost feeling as though I have nothing to show for being Indian other than some features and my parent #and as someone who is admittedly white passing #it leaves such a gap #and I remember awhile ago someone asked why I cant just learn the language for myself #and I had to describe it like #planting a dead seed; while you are still planting it and learning the languge #it does not have room to grow #it cannot flourish #you can learn the words and languge but it will never grow with you instead it will feel almost tacked on #and I also have a learning disability #which heavily impacts my ability in learning new languages #so learning a language is neigh impossible for me #so its safe to say I was crying and just sitting #thinking #after finishing Venba lol

[trainforanother1000years]

Bad was spitting facts when he said his theory for the ‘cursed team’ was the team el quackity was on (since he was revealed to be working with the eye at the end) and that plot line was basically dropped/reworked

I’m wondering if it was dropped all the way back when gg ninjas were eliminated or if el quackity’s ‘curse’ was then transferred to soulfire when he joined their team. If so that I believe that means the reveal of the ‘cursed team’ was supposed to be involved with the cutscene that played after philza won the 1v1 where the eye’s dialogue/instructions were:

‘We will play just a couple more games for my enjoyment. And this time I will participate. Our first game is easy. I am hiding. You are seeking. Who can find me? And as a friendly hint: I’ve been close to you this entire time. Much closer than any of you could ever thought of’

And while there were a couple people who guessed that it could be the little eye creatures the admins played, almost immediately everyone fucking just. Jumped quackity and killed him.

#qsmp #i guess it was also fine because neither team elq had been on won in the end #but also i think its funny that they might have dropped the push for a ‘cursed team’ plotline bc literally everyone was like. oh yeah its #quackity we solved your puzzle lmao #game of amongus where they hit the emergency meeting button frame one and instantly vote out the imposter

[bumblingbabooshka]

Live Fast & Prosper

#VERY funny that the imposter Janeway is sort of doing her accent - did Neelix mention that to her too~?? #'Also she talks like a thespian?? Which I guess is how everyone talks in Indiana.' #She also pulled the whole 'we're a workplace but I like to think of us...as a family :)' so you know she's not to be trusted #Also I fuckinglove how into it the guy playing fake Tuvok is...he's like INTO the role. Yet another criminal man obsessed with you #commander...what's your DEAL <3 #I'm such a soft touch dude I felt so bad for the aliens being tricked heheheh #SNRKEHAHAHA ok...Tom & Neelix being pals is actually so funny. They're like 'how could this have happened...we're the toughest most street #smart guys in the book' OK. SURE. HEHEHEH #WHEN DID Y'ALL HAVE EDGE~?? /ESPECIALLY/ YOU TOM #Neelix was doing some shady shit (even though we all know he's a sofite) what'd you do besides get thrown in the clink Tom? #People who say there's no like...uhh character-only moments on Voyager just havent watched the show straight up #Neelix & Tom trying to swindle the EMH with a cup game <3 yeah...that's what this is all about #Janeway: (doing a great job being intimidating) / Tuvok: v_v mhm. / Janeway: Tell her all about it Tuvok. #Tuvok: O_O.....um......it's uh...whew it's bad over there.... #Janeway: What about the prisons? / Tuvok: Oh yes the-the prisons....they don't give you lotion. You'll be deficient in at least THREE #vitamins before you're even brought to trial / Janeway: That's Enough of...that. <- trying not to laugh #Tuvok: (is an undercover agent) also Tuvok: I'm not good at small talk or improvisation. #Neelix how much did you talk about Tuvok bc this guy's really into it #Neelix: balablabla tuvok blablabla tuvok tuvok bla bla / Dala: ....(god this bitch is gay...good for me good for him)

[mobblespsycho100]

This sounds like a crazy ass conspiracy theory, but what if Boothill hails from the same planet as Kafka? aka Pteruges-V

#hsr #honkai star rail #boothill hsr #THIS IS JUST A THEORY. A GAME THEORY #but okay #so we know how Boothill is 1. a galaxy ranger cyborg cowboy #and 2. pretty brash and impulsive / flamboyant to draw the attention of the IPC #3. hunting down acheron on penacony because shes an ''imposter'' who claimed to be a ranger #The ppl on Pteruges-V knows no fear #and from Boothills dialogue with Black Swan I think the no fear thing checks out #plus a lot of the ppl in pteruges v are Devil Hunters #Kafka used to be one too #and I dont think Devil Hunter -> Galaxy Ranger who wants to purge the wretched #is that big of a jump/stretch #he couldve easily decided to travel around the galaxies and become a pathstrider of the Hunt #after leaving his home planet #ALSO. #his lack of fear mightve been the reason for him getting killed/severely injured #so he became a cyborg #TELL ME IM COOKING EVEN THOUGH THIS THEORY HAS BASICALLY NO CANON BASIS WHATSOEVER

[nicadilly]

Edit: tfw when u create a fair amount of fanart for the author and commish a 40$ fic only to be mistreated and never get ur money back lol. Got a refund :) Wish the emotional anguish thing never happened but ill heal. They also gaslight on the reg so keep that in mind. if someone told me back in January 2022 i would become an amogus fan/simp for MEN i would laugh. YET HERE WE ARE.

Some of the main characters from @crinklytinfoil ‘s series that is currently causing severe brainrot. @krysmcscience is to blame bcs if it were not for their fanart i wouldnt know abt the fic oops... (also it is a dead dove fic so check it out at your own discretion!)

OH almost forgot about my obligatory “THIS IS NOT THE ARCANA???”

#only doing the edit bcs theyre doing some weird petty erasure of history on their fic notes lol #GUESS my aus werent that bad if ur keeping the latte fic up but deleted my arcana commissions :P #its your broken au now lol #also AFAIK author stomped on my drawings #self admitted info lol #so clearly questionable respect for other creatives #not to mention other ways it manifested #textbook narcissism @ crinkle #and krys is just a delusional dumbass and a homewrecker thats all #crinkle himself said krys never grew out of high school and yeah it shows #unmanaged behavior from what ive heard #among us #among us game #imposter #aliens #tentacles #creepy #stop lookin at me with your big ole eye... #bet u cant guess who is my fave #I do have some old arc/ana posts to upload #but i dont have time to do it atm so maybe in two weeks? if uni allows it #val/erius reverse vo/re... #innersloth #body horror #terato #alien #ao3 #archive of our own #the best laid plans of crewmates and imposters #a penny for your sus

[neverbelessthan]

I was tagged by the beautiful wonderful amazing @sleepystede to make a picrew of myself. Thank you so much for tagging me 🥹 I love these sort of things.

I always get way too invested and then end up torn between realism and silly and spend half an hour trying to decide on like: fangs or no? I went for realism (even though the fangs looked dope), and I do feel like i've captured my current staring-into-the-void state quite effectively 😂

Tagging: @adickaboutspoons, @poetic----nonsense, @jessystardust, @scorpiostarseed, @pumpkinspicepirates, @ameryth74, @daria-meoi, @majesticartax and honestly honestly anyone who sees this and hasn't done it yet cause it's fun and I feel like we could all use some fun ❤️

#tag game #picrew #this is actually disturbingly accurate #if i was willing to expose you all to my face i'd do a side-by-side and you'd be shocked/horrified/laughing at my fucking doom-stare #minus the jacket though because it's still stinking fucking hot here so maybe this is me if i was in Japan two months early #also sorry if i missed tagging anyone I had my usual level of ridiculous imposter syndrome anxiety roll about tagging people who #have either done it already and i missed it or who i think are too cool to be mutuals with me and have clearly just accidentally pressed #the follow button by mistake while they were falling asleep on their phone or something #which is basically everyone in my followers list like i have no idea what you think you're doing there but i love you all so much

[lovesickeros]

☆ the dove

{☆} characters tsaritsa {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings violence, blood {☆} word count 0.7k

Her hands are weapons, forged in a tragedy as much as a war of ash and blood that seeps into the earth and rots it from within. To them, however, she is salvation. Her hands are a kindness, not a threat. She sees it in their puffy, red eyes just brimming with tears, their fragile body so delicate and weak is still remains marred by wounds new and old – the gold still stains their skin, even long after it had been washed away.

She has seen it all – and she takes the injured dove beneath her wing with the sickly sweet promise that someday she shall mend its broken wings and teach it to fly again.

And in their stupor, they do not see her clip their wings.

It is for the best.

The wolves still salivate below the nest, waiting for her little dove to fall again – no, she shall not send her little bird to fly when it will just fall into their waiting maws once again.

This..this one is hers, she has decided.

Her little bird who dreams of the sky and the woman who clips their wings..what a tragic pair they must make, she thinks.

Not for her, of course. Yet not to them, either, unaware of the way she grounds them and keeps the key to their cage tightly in her fist.

"Tsaritsa?" The soft, meek lilt of the little bird draws her from her reverie, and she smiles – all teeth and little else, wolfish and predatory.

Yet the bird sees nothing but love in the sharp points of her canines.

As it was meant to be.

"Yes, little bird?"

She coos in honeyed tones, brushing her cold, cold hands against their skin, reveling in the way they shiver and shake beneath the ever present chill in her very bones. They do not fear the claws that ghost across their skin, and the smile they offer that illuminates their eyes like stars only proves her right – she wants to devour them whole. To see the stars in their eyes burn out beneath her teeth, their golden blood burn upon her tongue and down her throat.

"You promised to take me to the gardens today, remember?"

Her pearly, sharpened fangs peer out beneath her lips as she grins wider, unnerving to all but the little bird who sees not the wolf but the wool it wears, her hands finding their place upon their shoulders as she whispers into their ear.

She will guide her little bird where they cannot go, where their clipped wings cannot take them.

She will give them that bittersweet taste of freedom and then watch them try to catch the stars..

Just to drag them back down to earth where they belong.

"Of course, Creator – I am a woman of my word, am I not?"

Such sickly sweet lies come to her with ease – she lies and she lies and they do not see past the woolen cloak of the wolf until its jaw has snapped around its throat and its blood has painted the world a shimmering gold.

She will delight in that, too.

"If I may be so bold, Creator, you have been distant lately..have you grown tired of me already?"

Her words were as sharp as a blade, yet as dull as a rock, as sweet as they were dangerous. Like watching a mouse trap luring in its prey, she would snap it shut as soon as the little bird strayed too close.

"No! No, that's not..you've just been busy lately, I didn't want to intrude."

They remind her so much of a rabbit in those moments, and she so badly wants to know what would happen if she just took a small, insignificant bite..yet she restrains herself with a far too wide smile, her jaw clenched so hard she almost thinks they will hear it creak.

"Intrude? You could ever hardly intrude, Creator – what is mine is yours. Though, perhaps I shall have to lock you in my room to ensure you compensate me for depriving me of your presence."

In just a few short words, she snares the rabbit – her little bird, her Creator. They will see nothing but the sickly sweet lure of her smile, letting out a pretty laugh of their own as they press closer, like a bird wandering into the open maw of the beast lying in wait.

"As long as it has a nice view, I suppose I won't mind."

They jest, but she does not. And oh, how easy it is to ensnare an unsuspecting prey.

"Of course, Creator – just for you."

It won't be long until her little bird returns to its gilded cage, now. Permanently.

It is better that way.

#sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin impact #fic tag #tsaritsa #imposter au #another absolutely normal tsaritsa post. this fic is kinda old i just forgor 2 post it um #hope shes so fucked up in game she makes dottore look like a saint its getting a little 2 nice around here #give me morally reprehensible women #also here 2 remind everyone im still tsaritsa ceo /j #carrying her 2 fans on my back fr /j #no one gets her like i do............ #the inherit tragedy of loving a woman who has rid herself of the ability to love........... #the tragedy of a woman who had only ever loved rejecting it now. even her people have fallen out of love with her #theres smth 2 be said abt cryo being the element of the archon of love but if i start talking abt her i wont stop #anyway she kisses women. girlkisser (canon) #shes so lesbian #anyway thats it thats the ted talk ill be back next monday /j

[oceansatedogs]

fujimoto having to prove himself as the real deal on twitter VS denji having an imposter now(?) and trying to prove he's chainsaw man is so hilariously meta even it's 100% an accident

#csm 111 spoilers #csm part 2 spoilers #chainsaw man #csm part 2 #also as a spidey fan this absolutely reminds me of the ps1 spiderman game where the imposter spidey ruined a science expo #i think it was mysterio

[katyspersonal]

Bloodborne starter pack (in case if I’ll need one)

Canon:

+ - Rom is a she/her, as confirmed by Miyazaki in interview!

+ Doctor Iosefka is replaced with Impostor Iosefka after you *enter the Cathedral Ward, so there are two characters in her clinic. Impostor’s name is not revealed. According to data and art book portraits they look identical, however! (upd: in first post version I made a mistake, saying Impostor replaces after Amelia dies)

+ Gascoigne has TWO daughters, not one! His older daughter is only met if you follow questline with little girl accurately, though.

+ Besides Gascoigne's older daughter, characters more or less easy to miss by players are Old Hunter Henryk, Crow of Cainhurst, Afflicted Beggar, Djura's Apprentice, Queen of Vilebloods and Martyr Logarius. Also never getting to see Lonely Old Dear, Suspicious Man and Arianna in person might happen. Basically the cast is wider than it appears!

+ Very obscure characters you might never learn about unless you get a specific item include: Graveguard Dores, Irreverent Izzy, King of Cainhurst, older Madaras Twin, Archibald the eccentric of the Healing Church, Caryll, Gratia... They are not just "popular OCs", nope!

+ According to the figma creators, Lady Maria is 6′7 (204 cm) and the Hunter is 5′11 (180 cm) ( x ) - they explain it from 6:40 to 7:05! Very useful information, especially considering Gascoigne’s model is taller than Maria’s, and Gehrman’s is EVEN taller than Gascoigne’s.

+ Most NPCs have face data mined by Zullie the Witch and available here: ( x )

+ Characters without canon design:

fully obscure: Izzy, Archibald, Caryll, King of Cainhurst

only their clothes are known: Gatekeeper, Eileen, Crow of Cainhurst, Dores, several NPC hunters using ‘default’ model (Yharnam one in Nightmare Frontier, Bone Ash and Cainhurst hunters in dungeons, a Yahar’gul hunter fighting next to the one with a shield and a Tonitrus, Izzy’s Admirer, Gremia, a hostile tomb prospector hunter in Isz

not seen as human / alive: Laurence, Ludwig, Adeline, Logarius

Fanon:

+ Eileen is drawn as black in most cases inspired by her English voice actor, devs alas just put default face data on her though

+ The cute girl wearing the same outfit as Micolash you see in fanarts is in 95% of the cases an interpretation of Rom before she became a spider, since Micolash saying 'as you did for the vacuous Rom, grant us eyes' implies right away she is ascended Great One, not born.

+ THE most popular ships are Mariadeline (Lady Maria x Saint Adeline), Valtmura (Valtr Master of the League x Yamamura the Wanderer), Holyvicar (Laurence the first Vicar x Ludwig the Holy Blade) and Alfhunter (Alfred x the hunter)

+ Micolash might be drawn with brown or blue eyes, Yurie might be drawn as blonde or brunette, Edgar might be drawn as blonde or redhead... The reason for Micolash is difference between his cutscene model and hunter one; meanwhile Edgar and Yurie are redhead and blonde according to face data but do not have obvious colors from found screenshots, that's why variety of colors in fanart!

+ Annalise is depicted as a redhead in concept art and on one of the Cainhurst portraits, however, hence why she might be not ‘blonde’ in fanart.

+ Stuff like 'Church spread Ashen Blood to motivate citizens to use blood ministration', 'Ludwig merged with his horse', 'Mergo is son of Oedon and Queen Yharnam is his wife' and 'Edgar infiltrated Yahar'gul and got stuck' are just the most accepted theories - they work, but canon also provides enough base for alternative takes.

+ Many people dunking on Gehrman snowballed from localisation errors such as 'Even the Doll should it please you' and 'his curious mania' + the fact he made a Victorian grieving doll of his dead student.

#bloodborne #use later #just in case if i have a friend that will want to get in #we can deal with countless lore and theories later #also correct me if i got something wrong here! #i mean i touched only the very basic things but with this darn game you never know what you forgot/mixed #tho it is my special kind of hell when i see imposter being all evil medic mode and she is tagged as iosefka #like yes i know it is 'he is not frankenstein he is frankenstein's MONSTER' thing but it kiiiiiiiiiillllssss meeeeeeeee

[waspsinyouryard]

I'd be very interested to see if Redd can figure out who sent him that anon hate but you should accuse him of sending it to himself to stir up chaos

@recovering-redditor

There is an imposter among us

#anon #ask #WOAH AMONG US IT'S JUST LIKE MY FAVORITE GAME EVER (also called among us) IN WHICH YOU HAVE TO FIND THE IMPOSTER