Truth be told, this fits perfectly with Alice and Orpheus:
Honestly, there are supposed to be two more storylines after AoM. I theorize that Alice went into hiding after AoM. Orpheus, after ToR, is going to pick up where he left off and tries to track her down.
That's at least a theory for now, but good lord I can only think this story will end by Alice's hand.
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𝕿𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕽𝖊𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖔𝖓 🔍
OLD piece from when this event was going on but I'm still really proud of it! I haven't played in a bit but the new lore and protag seem so interesting! ^^
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"what is it, then, that lies behind this darkness, these forgotten memories?"
it's the trauma, orpheus
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Floyd but hes sponsored by mountain dew frost bite after i accidentally defaulted to my non-troll style while drawing him
i was originally going to do all of brozone in different mtn dew palette pinups for funzies but i lost steam so you guys get the shitpost i made when i was trying to decide on palettes instead
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Prompt 198
Now Bruce was not expecting to reincarnate upon his death. At least he thinks he died, he’s pretty sure he did. There wasn’t any other reason for him to be a well, literal baby. Around two he thinks, which fits well with the fact that it’s around that time that babies start forming memory recall, if he, well, remembered correctly.
But while he knew about reincarnation thanks to Shayera and Carter, he’d never exactly given it much thought towards himself. Because seriously, what were the chances of such a thing as him being given another chance?
So he was quite surprised at his situation, experimentally opening and closing pudgy hands that looked well, just a tiny bit off. He’d never been that pale before, he thinks, even back when he never went outside like, ever.
He turned his gaze towards the mobile above him with a sort of idle curiosity- a mixture of bats (ha) and other trinkets he wasn’t familiar with. It also caused him to get his first good look at his parent, asleep on a rocking chair right next to the crib.
Huh. They had the same pale skin he did, albeit in the light it looked like it was slightly tinted blue, and while their hair was white they didn’t exactly look old. They looked surprisingly well rested for raising a toddler too, unless they had a nanny or something similar… He rolled over, managing to very shakily push himself to his feet with the help of the crib.
Why was standing so hard as a toddler? And why did he have his memories of everything except how he had died anyway?
His head whipped up from where they were staring at his feet when he heard a snort, finding his parent awake and standing. Somehow silently enough that he hadn’t noticed- or he was that easily distracted by the unfamiliar giddiness bursting in his chest.
“Morning little bat,” his parent easily picked him up and held him while he inwardly sighed at the nickname. Of course his bat motif would follow him into this life. A low rumbling almost caused him to jump, his body relaxing before he could fully register the sound. The… purring?
Oh.
He wasn’t human this time around.
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