this isn't even a serious headcanon, just a little bit of me being silly, but sometimes I like to think melissa isn't a different character, she is actually qroier, he just likes dressing up sometimes and working at the club. In my mind everyone knows this in the island... except for qcellbit. And qroier alsways plays into it when they meet because he finds his husband absolutely adorable and clueless. Like what do you mean the most paranoid detective/investigator in the island that barely trusts his own shadow doesn't even question him and melissa never being in the same room together, even at their wedding party? But he likes being her and flirting with his gatinho just to see him saying "oh I'm married and Not Interested, thank you. You are lovely though." Ah! I just love thinking about this
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Pronoun check!!
what the pronouns?
I use literally any, including neopronouns. my gender has just as much form as my being.
tennis balls, feel free to form a reblog chain with your pronouns and I’ll pin this post when everyone’s contributed
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prefacing by saying ive read the pinned post, so I know you're waiting to publish other secret lore chunks until you're done with your queue, but are we allowed to suggest lore from other campaigns or just Balance?
you are! i have a few not from balance in my notes, its just that balance is so long and so rich with mineable quotes. theres already a really good ethersea one in the ask box i've been waiting to publish.
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Creamsicle
Beth had no idea what had happened. Yesterday she was just at the club, and now she's in limbo. God damn it, she had to talk to Lennon.
Lennon wasn't bad, it was his outfit. It was obnoxious, especially since he wore that by choice. Of course, she had nothing against him wearing feminine clothes. But the translucent shirt, belt, shorts, fishnets, and thigh-high boots daily were slowly becoming more annoying.
She didn't really want to talk to him, but she had to. Or else she'd be stuck in limbo forever.
And maybe Lennon could make her, maybe, less dead? She didn't know.
But what she did know was that she didn't want to stay here longer than she had to.
Lennon was at his desk. The one that had the two stamps on it. The one that had all the papers. He didn't even use the paper, he slammed the stamps on the souls' foreheads. Beth thought it was rude, but it wasn't her job.
Lennon squinted at her.
"Ah, hell, another one?" He mumbled a slur to himself before realizing it was Beth. "W-wait, is that really you?"
"Of course, it's really me, dipshit." Beth retorted. She was not in the mood.
"Woah, calm the hell down, no need to be so hostile." Lennon raised his eyebrow at her. "Well, why are you here anyway? Aren't you only, like, 25 or something?"
Beth sighed at Lennon. He rolled his eyes at her. "I'm almost 30, Lennon. 28, actually."
"28?!" Lennon repeated, surprised. "You don't look 28. You look, ehh, 25."
"Was that a compliment, or are you just insistent on saying I'm 25?" Beth smirked slightly. "Are you flirting with me?"
"Of course not, dumbass," He snapped back. "I know you're lesbian, and I know I like someone else."
Beth looked surprised for a moment, before she began grinning. "Ooh, you like someone?" She chuckled. "Who's the lucky one? Gwebes? Niki? Who?"
"N-no. It's... uh..." Lennon sighed. "Awh, why am I telling you anyway? Not like you'd care."
"I don't care. But I still wanna know."
He took a deep breath. "It's Monica, okay?"
Beth tried to suppress a laugh. "Monica? You mean the girl from that little nobody village?"
"That's not what it is!" Lennon was growing more defensive over Monica. Beth didn't get it. She was just a village girl, so what did Lennon, an immortal being, see in her?
"What is it, then?"
"Sootford. It's the village of Sootford."
"Uh-huh." Beth nodded. "Like I said, a nobody village."
"Stop calling it that, dammit!" Lennon snapped. "We're getting off-topic. What matters is that you died, and now I have to send you to Heaven or Hell."
"Um, Lennon, actually, was wondering..." Beth started, somewhat nervously. "... could ya maybe... make me not dead?"
"Not dead?" He chuckled before leaning closer. "Well, I could. But! It'll cost you."
"Cost me what?" She asked him skeptically.
"I want you to go down to Sootford, and bring me Monica."
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A/N: This was kinda just a practice thing for writing, don't consider this actually part of the lore!
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