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Note: I added an Other option because I am upset that the submitter didn't include my fav

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melanorhynchus-side · 1 day

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#sewi suno #gorgeous art op #i love the composition #and the overlay of drawings on a real background... so good #I RBED TO THE WEONG BLOG

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melanorhynchus-side · 3 days

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Can believe it's canon

#jan ilo #pm #the post comes in a bundle pack

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melanorhynchus-side · 3 days

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can't believe it's canon

#jan ilo #pm

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#pm

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melanorhynchus-side · 5 days

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posting this here too while i'm at it

(cba to link to to my channel but yeah lmao)

#mother #ok fine ill start mothertriology-posting

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melanorhynchus-side · 5 days

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okok this took longer than i thought but :] funy fan abno time. LOTS of stuff under the cut, lets go <33

> Whispers of Another Life // O-01-19 // WAW

(I feel it, I feel it-- Can't you hear the horizon calling?)

The ever-present pull of a place you don't know, but desperately need to be. Misplacement and loneliness. The siren's song of a stranger you so badly wish to return to.

Its body is made of a series of collage pieces, each bearing a different artistic style. It has a set of cartoon wings that are naught but a scribbled outline, unsteady but with purpose. In stead of facial features, its face is obscured by what seems to be a messy pencil scratch. It twitches and changes frequently, as if trying to put together the pieces of a puzzle. It can never seem to find the right combination.

(Most to least unstable: hands/wings/mask -> limbs/head -> torso/shape.)

Low Q Counter. Work types Best to Worst:

- Repression ++

(Quelling its desire to search provides a grounding effect, preventing it from growing out of control.)

- Attachment +

(Having something to fill the gaps helps to keep it level, but it can never truly replace what it is looking for.)

- Instinct -

(It tolerates this type of work, but it does nothing to address its nature.)

- Insight --

(Trying to understand or bring out its essence simply destabilizes it further.)

Capable of breaching-- it changes form to become much less humanoid when doing so. While dangerous, it doesn't ever actively attack employees. Rather, it deals passive white damage to anyone in the same corridor as it, as its emotions overflow and tamper with the physicality of its immediate surroundings. It's more of a loss of control than a rampage. It wanders for an exit it can never find, and becomes more and more unstable as it goes. If left unattended, its passive damage steadily increases. It has a high movement speed after breaching, but it proportionally goes down with its damage output.

Agents that panic under the effects of this abnormality are switched to Release behavior, regardless of their typical panic type. Agents afflicted with this state gain a collage-type effect obscuring their eyes, and have a slightly harder time being suppressed due to an increase in movement speed.

Resistances (Highest to Lowest): Red, Black, White, Pale

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EGO Equipment: Hiraeth

Weapon: A patchwork violin that always sounds nostalgic, a feeling just outside of your periphery. Ranged, white damage. Low damage, but quick output.

Special: A loud screeching note that deals heavy white damage, but has a bit of a recharge period.

Gift: A small, scribbly set of wings by the head. Increases SP, attack speed, and work speed.

[ Snippet of a recording of an Employee account of the subject. ]

Have you ever wondered what it was like to be a shooting star? To travel miles and miles and miles, only to land somewhere unfamiliar, somewhere strange. A place not built for you, unwelcoming to your very essence.

[...]

Hm? The recording? Ah, yes, I'm getting to it. Don't worry, everything I'm saying is very important to the report.

[...]

...Fine, if you insist.

When it arrived, nobody was really sure what to make of it. Many others who had tried to work with it simply did not get any conclusive results. It was "unresponsive," "uncooperative," "difficult." They just didn't know what they were doing. So, they ended up picking me to work on it next; something about being "receptive" and "observant," or something like that. You know, work speak.

It never responded too much, at first. I can't imagine why it would. But I'm nothing if not persistent. I always find a way. Maybe it just needed a little help communicating. So we brought in some basic crafts material. You know; paper, pencils, crayons. I will admit, it may have been at least a little bit for me, too.

I used to draw a lot when I was little, you know. Was a bit of a lonely kid, y'know? I don't do it so much anymore, it just isn't in the cards for me. But back then, at least, it almost felt like--

[...]

...Right. Sorry. The subject.

Surprisingly, it actually moved to join me after some time. Drawing, I mean. I wasn't sure it had the ability, but sure enough, it had picked up the nearest utensil and begun working with purpose. I don't much like prying with this sort of thing, but looking at what it was doing... it was the strangest thing. It was a mess, incomprehensible-- but somehow, it was striking. I knew that place. Or at least, it felt like it. It wasn't clear, but something in it... it felt like home.

But as it went, it got less and less steady, more sporadic-- frustrated, almost-- until eventually, it grew so unstable I was forced to end working with it early. We didn't touch its unit for a while after that, but I couldn't stop thinking about that scene it was drawing. It never spoke, but I could hear it. It whispers, you know? If anyone had taken the time to listen, maybe they'd have noticed.

I know what it's like to be alone first hand, you know. That feeling of listlessness, that incorrectness... I know it all too well. And once, for once in my entire life... it felt like I finally, truly found someone who understood.

[...]

Yes, I know we are not supposed to view the abnormalities as people. Trust me, I remember. You don't have to worry about it. Those rules are just petty precautions anyway.

[...]

Hm? Oh, I don't think you understand. I know exactly what I'm doing. In fact, I think i've done my job quite well.

[ An alarm begins blaring. ]

Ah, there it is. This was nice, but I think that's my cue. Now if you'll excuse me, me and my friend will be going now.

[ A sudden cacophony of noise kicks up, and the recording abruptly ends. ]

#I LOVE THIS THING. RGH #dont have the words for it rn. but I'll revieit it later yaya #pona #pm

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melanorhynchus-side · 6 days

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