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roychewtoy · 1 year
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WAYSTAR CROSSING
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celestetcetera · 2 years
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fellas is it gay to be in love with your slightly eldritch shadow who narrates your every move
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pixellangel · 12 days
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"Don't you feel stupid answering these questions when you don't even know who you are?"
STORYTELLER SYNTHESIS SCENE 1 - A GIRL NAMED V
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Storyteller Synthesis is an indie cyberpunk RPG that I’m currently writing and designing. This is the first scene of the game, where we're introduced to our first party member - a girl named V. Please enjoy!
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Onyxveil is a troubled city. The streets are covered in litter, the skies are gray with smog, and the only sources of light are flashing neon advertisements on walls. Within this bleak cityscape stands an equally troubled young girl, one with hot pink hair and an unfocused gaze. Just a few years ago, she experienced a horrific eve-
"Can you shut up and give the Player control already? Nobody wants your stupid expository speech."
...Ahem. As I was saying, just a few years ag-
"Why can't you ever listen? The Player isn't interested and neither am I. Get it over with."
Ugh. Fine. I came up with this whole summary, but if you're so ungrateful I GUESS I can throw it in as flavor text somewhere...
"Perfect, I'll make sure not to read it. Now get rid of this black screen so the Player can see."
Excuse me? I know what I'm doing.
"Sure. Just get rid of it."
Ugh. Fine.
[Now, in tile RPG format, we see the aforementioned girl from behind. She's at the edge of a rooftop, looking out into the smog-covered cityscape. The camera shifts downwards to show another person, one with a long, pale blue ponytail. The girl turns around and walks towards them. She keeps her distance, but begins speaking. Her character portrait shows a girl with purple, rectangular irises. Her hair is spiky and she wears some sort of strange cropped techwear hoodie. She looks dissatisfied.]
"So, "Sylvie." Long time no see."
> I could say the same to you.
...
"How long has it been now? Three years? Four?"
> Three.
Not sure.
"And how was your little warrior's expedition? Successful?"
Very.
> You could say that.
Not exactly.
"Good, good. Now, Don't you feel stupid answering these questions when you don't even know who you are?"
Wh- hey! I already told you not to go off script!
> I'm not sure.
Oh. Sorry, you don't need to answer that. Let me just fix this... small bug.
[The Narrator goes silent for a moment and the girl stiffens.]
There! Much better.
[The girl's character portrait is different when she speaks again. Her eyes are wide open with no shine. She has a wide, fake smile. Her hair spikes stand up a little less.]
"So sorry, SYLVIE! I don't know what came over me there. I'm glad your expedition went well! Woul d y ouu be wil lin g to h e-"
[She snaps out of it, shakes her head, and glares up at the sky.]
"UGH!! Stop doing that!!! I would literally NEVER talk like that. You of all people should know. Ughhh... anyway, Player, I'm not gonna keep up the "Sylvie" act. You aren't her and we both know it."
If you go off script again, I'll have to keep acting for you. Get back to the story or else.
"Shush. Player, follow me."
[The Narrator protests as the player follows the her down from the rooftop. The two come to an arcade, which the girl enters without hesitation.]
Ahem. Sylvie. You don't need to go in there. If you would just give me a minute, I can get her to come back out...
Sorry, this is going to take some time. Please be patient.
[The player enters the arcade anyway while the Narrator is distracted.]
"Hey. Glad you could make it."
[The arcade is empty, save for the two of them. Most of the machines look like they're out of order. A few of the arcade cabinets are still working, though.]
"If you're waiting for him to talk, you should know he can't hear us in here."
> "He"?
"The Narrator. He's messing stuff up in Onyxveil, and probably in other cities too. If i had to guess, I'd say his other targets would be The Sunbasked Stratum and Karma Point. They'd be good settings for a story, so..."
> Why can't he hear us in here?
What is he trying to do?
Who are you?
"I dunno. My guess is that he never intended for anything to happen in this arcade, so it's barely more than set dressing. I've never heard him speak a word while I’m in here, though. It’s pretty nice."
Why can't he hear us in here?
> What is he trying to do?
Who are you?
"He's writing some stupid story. I don't know... it's hard to explain, and we probably don't have much time. All you really need to know is that he's meddling with reality for his own selfish reasons and not taking anyone else into account."
[Her face contorts in anger.]
Why can't he hear us in here?
What is he trying to do?
> Who are you?
"My name's V. There's nothing else you need to know about me."
> Who am I?
"You’re the one playing the video game. Obviously."
> That's not what I meant.
"Oh, you must want to know who's body you're in. It's another person from Onyxveil. Their name is Sylvie. They went out on some training journey a few years ago. I... haven't seen them since."
> ...
"It doesn't matter. I need your help, Player. I don't want to be trapped in this stupid reality where I'm a character in a story I never asked to be a part of."
> What do you want me to do about that?
"I want you to help me kill the Narrator."
[V looks determined, but angry. This Narrator person has very clearly wronged her in some way, and based on her face, it looks like it was extremely personal.]
> How are we meant to do that?
"I don't know all the details just yet. However, I think the most effective method would be for us to assemble a party of several people. More people means more firepower, and he already wants us to gather more allies to fight the robots that keep appearing in the city. It'll be easy to fly under the radar as long as we don't discuss it in front of him."
[She speaks quickly and confidently. It seems she's been thinking over her plan for a long time.]
> Do you know who we need?
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hibiscuslynx · 3 months
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thinking about personifications. always. but like, how they view themselves. this is the sky and these are the trees and this is the dirt. you are the dirt, you are the trees, and in some ways you are the sky. blue sky, cloudy sky, rainy sky—there's a type of sky you are associated with, so, in a way, you are the sky, and your jurisdiction does extend into the air between your borders, so yes, you are the sky. you are also a body. living and breathing, with limbs you move on your own, a brain you call your own. a brain that functions on its own, though? not necessarily. no. free will is a myth. you couldn't break free of some of your traits if you tried. no amount of self help, no amount of reflection, no amount of anything at all could free you (the body) from yourself (the people, the ideas, the stereotypes). the question is not, who am i, then, without free will, if i am not in charge of my own brain, but rather: when you stand on a state, your state, you, between your borders, where do you end and where do you begin? you (the body) and you (the land) and you (the people) and you (the government) and you (the ideas) and you (the stereotypes) and you (the brain). parts of a sum. the distinctions are important. you could not function if you saw them as a whole. you are your own person and yet you are not. for example: the people. you shake the hand of a resident and you look in their eyes and you are them, whether you like it or not. they make up you. they are your children and they are your parent and they are the living, breathing, mortal parts of you. if they die do you die? fuck, you can't think about that. but, the fish in the river and the birds in the sky. they are mortal, too. and they are you, too. you, you, you, it's all you, because you are the state. you are the state—everything in it, everything that calls it home, whether its the microorganisms in the dirt or the specks of dust in the wind. the atoms in the sky. the atoms. H20, C02, and the like. atoms. that's all you are. atoms that don't abide by the laws of nature. yes, you get sick, but you don't die. you don't decompose. you don't decay. immortal. you're an immortal being made up of mortal parts that control you. you're not quite a puppet because you have some semblance of free will despite what you just said earlier, but the point still stands. you're nothing more than the sum of parts. but why? why do you exist? looks like you have something in common with the people. you are them, afterall. you look like them and you think like them too. so you (the brain) wonder why you (the body) exists. don't wonder too hard. don't wonder about your existence because you begin wondering about all existence. a negative feedback loop. instead, turn to religion. the religion you have no choice in choosing or leaving. try to find an answer. realize that there is no neat ending to this. no bow to put on the wrapping. this story is ever continuing and you are ever wondering. maybe you should give up trying to find an answer. stop wondering. stop thinking. you exist, whether you like it or not. you are a sum of parts, whether you like it or not.
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jacksmusesdrv3 · 1 year
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Do you have a link for the 'ouma isn't dead' theory? I want to reread it but can't find it. I absolutely love that theory but I always have a hard time remembering all the hints/evidence towards it.
Alas I don't have a very specific post of it (not anymore, or maybe it’s privated somewhere, or deleted, I can’t find it)- what I have is scattered pieces of evidence and general ideas of the theory everywhere and the kitchen sink
So to get a basic outline for mine at least, it’s basically:
Kaito plays a role in Ouma’s plan for the whole chapter- he helps co-ordinate a bunch of stuff that Ouma needs, and also keeps the group off his tail when they try to ask after him earlier on. To this end, he trusts Ouma enough to arrange and enact the Fake Crushing Plan(tm) and even help engineer his own kidnapping plot, among other things. Notice how cryptically he talks about the plan’s success to Shuichi, and obscures his relationship to Ouma when prompted by Kiibo to explain.
Kaito lies about the two items being crushed. Not only was the last Electrobomb way too useful to waste as a resistance item, the omni controller could not have been destroyed without freeing Monokuma from the trap designed to keep him away from the hangar in the first place (at least, such a thing would be pointlessly risky to do during this plot...)
Kiibo felt ill in the hangar due to the air- the reason had to do with something interfering with his systems, but in the JP text he was sure it wasn’t the Electrobomb causing that. A reason for that could be that he was sensing something in the air, however we never find out what it was that he sensed, just that leaving the hangar made him feel better (note: he is still within the Electrobomb’s range). The point being: perhaps a substance was used giving off a scent that he did not recognise and/or polluted the air, and that substance was coming from the hydraulic press.
Ouma used the Electrobomb in order to knock out the signal, to create the illusion that ‘the audience stopped engaging’. At least, the only established way to explain a sudden, timed blackout is an Electrobomb being used. All of this is so he can go underground - figuritively and literally - in order to mess up Monokuma’s master plan, that we don’t actually learn what it was in its entirety (due to missing bits of evidence- the nature of the ‘audience’ is a topic in itself, aha)
The long and short (without getting into all specific details of how they pulled it off- there’s... a lot to cover there): keeping Kaito as a possible ‘accessory-to-conspiracy’ in mind, and also a Danganronpa V3 script book that shows up in Chapter 5(?), the events of the plot may have gone down somewhat differently to what was said (Kaito’s a very good actor, so he’s capable of pulling it off, too)
I hope this helps! It’s an exciting thought, if hard to put down on paper entirely. I have a feeling some others may have gone through more particular details?
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asshuka · 4 months
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no.1 gust of arrows
commissions 🌠 ko-fi 🌠 patreon
some crops under the cut!
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harrenhalyuri · 2 months
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"this quick sketch surely won't turn into a 3-hour painting exercise am i right haha" says local clown
anyway hbo i want that trailer
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sketch & alt version under cut
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gazelessmenagerie · 6 months
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Monkey man how do I get into the demon lady's pants?
It never ceases to astound him the level of audacity and lack of self preservation these witless creatures have for themselves. The world hung by a single thread in those harrowing moments as the Saiyan of Legend stood with a trembling figure bulking and the spike of his anger causing the ground below to quake. Each bite was miniscule but one after the other, each word grating and irritating his flesh, inching further to causing the death of all that lived on that pathetic little world. The effect of an upper lip pulled itself into a snarl, fangs glinting in the shadow as the blacke irises flickered to crimson then teal. Black seas churning with hate struck to a bolt of turquoise before engulfing in a sea of golden flame. Cold and distant, his heart pounded, piercing orbs skewering like icicles into the heart of those opaque lenses reflecting the brilliance of his visage back.
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Blinded by his own incurring wrath, nothing else mattered to him than to purge every single trace of such abhorrance from ever meeting his gaze again. Scalding hands burned with the summoning of rapidly churning ki, compacting tighter and tighter by the might of his own will. Deaf ears failed to hear anything else than the roaring of his own vocals, the ground below tore open with an explosion for the viscous blood of the planet to sweep out like a festering wound. Tremors crashed against the world below as a barrage of tightly paced blasts razed into it, scorching it to cinders. Shockwaves crashed outwards, shattering rock as they stood with cracks dismantling the foundations and crumbling into chaos.
Reason was already a bygone ship lost to the maelstrom as the enraged Saiyan surrounded himself in a shield and rose to the pinnacle of the sky. Shining with all the plasmic fury of a star hellbent on becoming a supernova, the sheer overwhelming power lurking within the confines of his flesh had nowhere else to go than to burst outwards in a legion of bolts falling like rain.
Each explosion tore out more of the world's internal mantles, exposing more until the very heart itself was blown apart and the Earth tore itself to pieces.
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0wllight · 2 years
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watching morbius while drawing is such an effective method to get things done fast..... i think i've watched it 5 times in full now/srs
in all seriousness though, glad i got to drawing this, i wanted to draw myself instead of my s/i since the whole topic of identity and pride is more personal to me and overall i like how it came out :) we are both gay and you can do nothing about it
taglist: @chaiiseas@marcowolfs@samsbeckett@winds-beloved@nooks-canon-boyfriend@aidoruus@matcha-narancia@gyuho@lothrics-love@rabbitsselfshipadventures@bittersweet-n-smilin@self-shipyard@strawberryshipz@murderposting@genoge
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leowifefang · 2 years
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jesus FUCKING christ
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hyliasblade · 1 year
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😶 Do you feel like there's enough difference between Demise and the many incarnations of Ganon that succeeded him to redeem Ganon? As in, is he a scourge on the land merely because of Demise's curse, or has his many exploits painted his own character in it's own, distinct and equally irredeemable color? Even if you think that there is a difference between Ganon the Gerudo and Demise's curse, do you think you could bring yourself to care anymore?
There Is a redeem able Man inside Ganondorf yes
I do believe That deep In my heart
Whether he him self Sees it or not it Is there with in Him
Whether he does The Things he does Only because he Is the incarnation Of Demise I can not Really say For sure
But he very Likely has his own Reasons For doing those Things
His Own motivations separate From Demise
Saying It is only Demise might Make the Things he's done easier To under Stand and come To Terms with
But that does Not mean It must be True
I
Did try to Reason With him
When he had me Imprisoned
When I Had just re covered The Memories of my past Lives and was Confused And terrified
I pleaded with Him To please stop And we can Figure Out how To fix Things That it did Not have to Be this way
But he Refused and Said that he Must Continue that it was Too Late
He seemed a Little bit
Some thing
There was some thing Other Than cruelty there But I am not sure What
All the Same he stayed Resolute
I am not Sure If he would ever Listen to me
I Do not know what Kind Of lives he has Lived out side Of when we Meet
I may Not Ever truly Know
But If given the Chance I think I would try To reach Out again
Because I Must care
Even if It Is hard
Even If he has Hurt me in Ways I May not re cover From
Even if I hate him
He Is not the same As Demise
He is A person the Same As me
And I must remember that And remember To Care
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butchwere · 2 years
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Naughty this or that (tw hard kinks)
Tagged by @deathbyfemme
praise kink vs degradation kink• somno vs cnc•
impact play vs knife play• face slaps vs ass slaps•
bondage vs suspension• “my angel” vs “my little
slut”• wax play vs tickle play• orgasm denial vs
overstimulated• bites vs slaps• vampire domme vs
werewolf domme• kiss vs smack• “yes daddy” vs
“yes mommy”• sadist vs service top• snuggly
aftercare vs licking up your mess• brat or sweet
baby• slave vs sub• spit in my mouth or candle
wax on my chest• collars vs branding• bruised
knees or bloody lips
too shy to tag anyone in this but please do it if it calls to you 😘
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anyon-else · 1 year
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i’m doing midterms right now but i’ve been inspired this weekend i guess bc i started the next chapter of the red room from scratch bc i wasn’t happy with it at all and now i have 4k words so far. also i got over my writers block that was specifically targeted at the hunger games and figured out how i wanted to structure the next chapter. i apologize for how slow i am with getting chapters out. i also apologize for the fact that i am probably going to continue to be slow. BUT the fact that i’m slow absolutely does not mean that anything is being abandoned. it just means i want to give y’all the best content possible. mwah.
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laikuh · 2 years
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anyway while i’m ~journaling~ i really am like two steps away from deleting my aesthetic sideblog and just fusing the two while simultaneously abandoning my non-spn separate account tumblr bc tbh i live here and i like it here best and like. idk. it’s tiring having three spaces.
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bloodxhound · 2 years
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​𝙾𝙱𝚂𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙲𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚂.
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WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE.    Well-maintained leather, fresh laundry, and black coffee. If you stand in close proximity to him or he brushes past you briskly, you might get a light whiff of his cologne ( typically a blend of patchouli, black musk, mandarin, and a hint of cinnamon; an unexpectedly warm and sweet scent ). When found after nurturing a drink or two at the bar, he will faintly smell of whiskey as well. 
HOW THEY SLEEP. SLEEPING POSITION. SCHEDULE. ETC.    He has no strict sleeping schedule he adheres to. As much as he’d like to go to bed at reasonable hours, he often works late into the night when he’s not satisfied with the progress of case, and / or returns from the bar ( or a hook-up ) much later than would’ve been ideal. At which point he’ll knock out as soon as his head hits his mattress. He sleeps in whatever position feels comfortable at the moment, either nude or wearing boxer-briefs, and is sure to wake up in a different position than he fell asleep in. His sleep, when stressed, is marred by nightmares that incorporate patchy elements of his childhood trauma, causing him to thrash around on top of him being a naturally agitated sleeper. A circumstance that only worsens after quitting his job at the LAPD.
WHAT MUSIC THEY ENJOY.    Hard rock, and thrash metal. Something fast-paced and aggressive that’ll energize him during a workout. Needless to say, he also enjoys the soundtracks to the Moozilla movies. He keeps a select few CDs in his car’s glove box, in case he feels like listening to them on a ride.
HOW MUCH TIME THEY SPEND GETTING READY EACH MORNING.    A good two hours, give or take, if his exercise routine counts. He’ll have a coffee first thing after waking up, then gulp down a health & protein shake, go on a long run and do an extensive set of varying calisthenics exercise upon return — a habit he’s adopted from his years in the military. It’s rare he ever misses out on his morning training, as he will feel groggy throughout the day if he does. The remainder of the time is spent with a quick trip to the bathroom ( shower, shave, brush teeth, etc. ) before dressing, and then he’s ready to tackle the day.
FAVOURITE THING TO COLLECT.    Moozilla merch. Be it figurines, shirts, posters, soundtracks, stationery goods or whatever else strikes his fancy, he will get his hands on it. As a child he wasn’t allowed to indulge in such “frivolities” as per his father’s will, so this hobby is his way of rectifying that omission in his childhood. He also collects knives. He’s developed a strange fascination with them over the years.
LEFT OR RIGHT HANDED.    Right-handed.
FAVOURITE SPORT(S).    To play? He likes contact and collision sports like basketball, street soccer, and free-form fighting / sparring. The more competitive, the better. As someone who enjoys being active, he’s up to try anything if it’s brought up to him though, only to make it his goal to beat the other person at the sport they suggested, even if they’ve been practicing it for years. Results may vary. The only sport he watches more or less actively is wrestling, as other kinds of sport events are too dull without active participation or added storylines for entertainment purposes. 
FAVOURITE TOURISTY THING TO DO WHEN TRAVELLING.    Eating. He loves indulging in local food from restaurants, food markets, street food stalls, brewpubs, or even supermarkets. Whatever looks interesting to him is what he’ll try out next. Other things he greatly enjoys are taking in the scenery during a hike or ride on a rented motorbike, and checking out unique activities and attractions available in the area.
FAVOURITE KIND OF WEATHER.    Cool, crisp mornings that turn into sunny days with clear skies and a nice breeze. He used to be fond of thunderstorms when he was a child, but now that he spends the majority of his day working on homicide cases, he cannot help but view them as inconvenient, especially if there’s heavy downpour involved, since it will make investigating and preserving outdoor crime scenes all the more difficult.
WEIRD / OBSCURE FEAR THEY HAVE.    Needles. It’s a very strong fear, one he acquired shortly after his childhood trauma. If he can help it, he will avoid doctor’s appointments and hospital stays at any cost when he knows blood samples, IV infusions and the like are to play a part. In the event that there’s absolutely no way around such procedures, he’ll cause the medical staff all sorts of problems, from attempting to escape to raising a ruckus or ripping out the infusion needle once he’s unobserved—he’s a difficult patient through and through.
THE CARNIVAL / ARCADE GAME THEY ALWAYS WIN WITHOUT FAIL.    Any game that requires brute strength, like High Striker attractions or those boxing / kicking machines. He probably has broken one of those in the heat of the moment before.
tagged by: @lykaiia a good while ago ty ♡!  tagging: @kagoshou, @kamipyre, @edgelord-dl6, @aptlyattorney, @legalbrats​   @bloodthirstyflower, @spiritedsleuth, @eternasci, @sinsolucion, @counselheart
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ivypool · 2 years
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