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cat-of-starlight · 6 months
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I DO have a long Project Moon Universe post/mini-essay(?) I wanna make (Well. focused on Limbus, but also the other games as well), but I want a few more Cantos to go by first for references to prove my point,,,,
Spark Notes draft below the cut if anyone's interested in the premise: "The City, and its relationship towards those who are too gentle for it's cruelty"
Ok great, for the people still here- The sad little essay I wanna eventually make-
I think it's. TRUELY heartbreaking how much kindness as a concept seems to be punished in the city, to the point where its often an active point that the truly kind (or at least notably non-violent) characters always seem to get the shortest straws.
I won't get into too many specifics till I make the Whole Real Post, but- It feels like a few things typically happen to "Kind" people in this city
They distort
They flat out die
They become an outcast
The city beats the kindness out of them by force until they are forced to conform to cruelty
And tbh? Not loving how the community collectively treats some of them.
I mean, one one hand, we have people like Yuri- People LOVE Yuri. She never did a single thing wrong, and we can all agree-
But those who distorted or conformed? Seem to be collectively treated worse, while other OBJECTIVELY worse characters get off scot free
(*Note: Final essay will include more examples, these are the main ones I have off the top of my head)
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For an example- Think back to Runia- I CRIED through Philip's plotline. I could clearly see the story of a man who- maybe wasn't the most courageous- who TRIED to help how he could- Got pressured so hard that he snapped and distorted under the pressure, becoming something that was beyond his own feelings, letting his distortion bury his heart to not feel that pain again- I LOVED that storyline, and then I come online and see him mocked for being some useless dipshit coward- THAT'S JUST SOME GUY- It's not his fault for being caught up in horrors beyond human comprehension (*Note: I checked his wiki for details. that man was only 24. He is younger than me. This man is barely an adult, no WONDER tbh)
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Or my most... controversial character opinion, considering how I feel about Dongrang. Let me start with a disclaimer- I didn't read the books, and my opinion of him has exactly NOTHING to do with whoever the real life counterpart apparently is- I'm EXCLUSIVELY talking about the FICTIONAL character.
Limbus went out of their way to show that he'd, at least at some point, been a guy who was SO KIND that he was actively wasting his own money to help people/animals, and his co-workers ACTIVELY berated him about it- He wanted his tech to be healing, just so he could save people-
And then, of course, like every kind deed in The City, it didn't go unpunished- And to survive, he adapted. I'm not saying his actions weren't wrong- they were. I am, however, saying that I don't necessarily BLAME him for snapping.
He never WANTED to become like the other cruel people in the city, and even the cutscene images of him complying with it show him in visibly agony over it, and one image even shows him in tears- He never WANTED to be another cog in that awful machine, but when faced with that or utter destruction, he made a choice to survive.
Hell, half of him distorting himself was due to how guilty he felt for doing all of that in the first place-
Meanwhile, online, 90% of posts about him are "teehee I hate this piece of shit-"
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For both of these that HAVE committed questionable acts in some way, I'm not saying I condone the things that happened. Because I don't. But I CAN feel sympathy and pity for them over the things that happened to make them what they became.
I can only imagine what the city would be like if kind people like them and others had been ALLOWED to be kind, without being punished for it.
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And with all of this, all these characters who DARED to be kind, who DARED to fight back, even for a little bit, before inevitably being either physically or emotionally destroyed by the sheer weight of how this city works at its core- ...Some of the TRUE villains are treated better by the fandom then they are.
Canto III? Kromer- People go nuts for her- Some people even ship her with Sinclair, despite it all. She gets so much fanart. She gets SO many people ogling "ooo evil lady pretty", only for her to commit atrocities with a smile, and without a single slimmer of remorse.
Canto IV? Alfonso. Batshit insane, evil as hell- at least half the reason that characters like Dongrang ended up as fucked up as they did. You'd think "Wow- this is the person that made the person we hate the way they are, lets hate her too!" right? WRONG. Again, she gets the "pretty evil woman" treatment and people brush off her atrocities to ogle her. She also gets love by at least part of the fanbase.
And to that, WHY? I don't get it, genuinely. - Their actions?: horrible, terrible, not redeemable in the SLIGHTEST - Appearances?: You know what, I'll be honest- I think ladies are pretty (I'm Demi, but I can 100% enjoy a view) but I think these are actually two of the least attractive women I've laid eyes on. (Not the point of the post, and that's just opinion, but anyway)
And I'm not sure what causes it, honestly.
There are moments where at its worst, it almost makes me feel like the distant cruelty of The City isn't so distant after all- Those who are mostly kind, but fell into despair and tragedy, and turned into something worse get overwhelming hate-
Those who are evil, yet a bit more charismatic in approach become beloved?
Overall- Its a strange, curious tragedy of The City that the kind are often scorned and punished, and the evil stay beloved and in power-
It's just odd to see the mirror of that in the fanbase's reactions.
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ALRIGHT GANG- That concludes my EXTREMELY rough draft of my eventual thing about The City's weird relationship with people who try to be kind, and the overall mirrored reactions of the fans-
If something in here is just rambling, or doesn't make sense, sorry- again, rough draft, but I thought it was worth sharing anyway
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EDIT: Ok before anyone notices them not being included, I purposefully left out main LCB sinners and ESPECIALLY Dante, because though I could write about them forever, I want a little more canon content to work with before rambling about them in this post- They are a GREAT midpoint as someone who can't remember the cruelty of The City, and is now clearly struggling with the urge to stay kind in the face of The Horrors™- Honestly they were my main inspiration for this, but I DO want more info before writing about them fully, thanks <3
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craacked-splatters · 5 months
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Her champions :))
[unfinished work lol hehe]
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mishapen-dear · 2 months
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apocalypse au. cannibalism. corpses. Offscreen loss of loved ones
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“Some leather armour,” Bad notes, tugging curiously at the straps of the corpse’s armour. “Euagh, almost broken, though.” The armour gets tossed to the side. “A granola bar? Okay, we’ll take that.”
Cellbit twitches at that. He wants to ask, “Do we have to?” but there’s several reasons why he doesn’t. Protesting a backup food supply is never a good idea, for one. It’s not worth it to risk starvation just because he’s worried that the backup food supply will become their primary. He tightens his hold on the bloody sword and insists again. It’s not worth it. Instead, he says, voice rasping, “There’s too many. It’s all going to rot.”
“You think so?” Bad looks up at him, then runs a critical eye over the little encampment. Ten bodies, some larger, but all fat deposits slimmed by lasting hunger. Bad licks at the blood left on his hand from looting the corpse, considering their haul thoughtfully. “I don’t think things rot that fast, Cellbit.”
He twitches again when Bad says his name. It wasn’t an admonishment- it was barely even an opinion Cellbit should validate, knowing how long it takes Bad to consider something rotten -but there is something yearning and grieving and desperate slinking between the muscle fibers of his heart that squirms to hear that disagreement. He’s shaking. He hasn’t stopped shaking. He wants to bite the edge of his sword hard enough that his teeth will crack into sharpened splinters. He wouldn’t need the sword, then. “I don’t- we should cook it,” he says. “Some.”
Bad snaps his fingers triumphantly, as though he’d remembered something. “Pre-digestion!” he exclaims so loudly that Cellbit flinches. No birds fly away- they’ve already been scared off. “Oh! You want to save some for later? Yeah, sure, we can do that. But we should eat what doesn’t fit in the car.” Cellbit doesn’t know how to explain that he can’t eat as much as much as Bad. Not even cooked. It fills him with- it’s not envy but it isn’t not envy, either. Some dissatisfaction.
Back in the— when he was small Cellbit had always assumed that it was Bad’s size that lead him to take the larger portion of their meals. It made sense, and he always got his fill so he was happy with it. Then, when he was grown, it was frustrating. Bad could eat an entire corpse in one sitting; Cell couldn’t even get through an entire leg. He’d realized then, gnawing at bone and just waiting to be done, that Bad couldn’t have possibly eaten an entire corpse. It was childish dreams made memory, morphed by the horror and the trauma and the things he didn’t think about. And now they’ve met up again, and these are their first corpses but Cellbit knows that despite their looting Bad’s share of the resources are always depleted, even when they come across a feast and- The clever part of him is wondering how much he’s really misremembered after all.
Bad seems oblivious to Cellbit’s thoughts. “We can smoke some of this and it’ll last you a bit longer,” he suggests thoughtfully, starting to dig through the corpse’s clothes again. “It might take us some extra time, but this place is safe enough that they set up camp, and we don’t know when we’ll get the chance again. Good idea. Do you want to carve the meat or set up the smoker?”
The thing in Cellbit’s heart writhes almost giddily at the praise. He thinks that he hates it. He misses when he could fool himself into thinking he deserved it. “The meat,” rasps its way out of his throat, proving him right.
Bad lights up. Cellbit can immediately tell that he’s up to something. “In that case- I have something for you that might make it… a little bit easier.”
“What is it?”
“Close your eyes!” The bleeding part of him wails at the thought of the vulnerability, but this is Bad. He’s only alive because of him. Fitting to die because of him, too. Cellbit closes his eyes and continues to shake. The back of his teeth are dry. There’s the sound of rustling as Bad does whatever, and then a triumphant, “Ta-da~!” Cellbit gratefully takes this as his cue to open his eyes again.
Badboyhalo is holding a knife.
Badboyhalo is holding a kitchen knife. Thumb and fingers pinching either side of the blade, handle out, an offering. It’s clean, except where Bad’s hands have stained it red.
Cellbit had been calm, before, the way you are when you’re doing what you were made for. Then he had been satisfied, and excited, and then jittery and bad and happy and satisfied and dreadful. Longing and hatred and benediction and fulfillment. The sight of the knife fades all of that out. When he grabs it, those feelings turn to static. Still there, still hunting him, but forced to back away in the face of its armed prey. The world smooths out a little and hurts a bit less.
Badboyhalo has given him a knife.
“Bad-“ he says, and doesn’t choke up about it.
Bad smiles at him. Bad beams at him. “I was waiting for a good time to give it to you. I know you’ve got your sword, but I remember you telling me that knives are your favourite. Is that still true?”
Overwhelmed, Cellbit nods a little. “Thank- thank you. Obrigado, Bad.”
“De nada!” Bad chirps, cheerful as anything. He pats Cellbit on the shoulder, gently, as his tone shifts. “The sky is still blue, Cellbit. Remember that.”
He wanders away before Cellbit can bring himself to mutter, “Mas às vezes está nublado.” But it’s just Cellbit now, and his knife, and the bodies, and no one living can hear him.
He’s already dropped the sword, he realizes abruptly, clinging to his knife with both hands. He needs to pick it up and clean it before the blood coagulates. There is meat in front of him, still warm and waiting to be processed. Still, he manages to pick up the sword and wipe it in the vicinity of cleanliness on the body’s clothes, his other hand still clinging to his knife. He cuts the clothes, and drops the sword to the side.
When the knife cuts flesh, he starts to grin again. The world turns into a loving red, and he gets to work.
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Bad feels bad.
He doesn’t dwell on it. Guilt or grief- they both started with g. It’s probably even better, even, feeling guiltier than griefier! Take away the question of accountability entirely, hold control, do what he has to do. And he has to do this.
The log in Bad’s hands cracks. He giggles at it, then takes several quick breaths as tears rapidly pool in his eyes. He doesn’t wipe them, just carefully lays the log down into his makeshift fireplace.
Bad doesn’t like hurting his friends. It’s like a bad prank that leaves lasting damage; it leaves a bad taste in his mouth. But it’s not really all that bad, all things considered. Bad isn’t hurting him or putting him in more danger. If anything, Cellbit is safer with him. They’ve done this before- anything Cellbit can’t eat, Bad can, and they know Cellbit can eat Bad. It’s better. It’s what needs to be done.
There’s a loud lowing in the distance. Bad stills as he listens to it. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices Cellbit still carving. They found someone else tonight. Bad feels some tension leak from between his shoulderblades. They’ll be fed and full, and slow in the morning. Cellbit and Bad will have more than enough time to get packed up after a rest.
Cellbit has someone left. Bad is giving him a gift, but he can’t give it yet. Bad knew exactly what he would do if it turned out his own loved ones were still around, and he knows what Cellbit would do, too.
If Cellbit knew that Roier was still alive, he’d leave.
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despairforme · 11 days
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Summer always makes him want to cut his hair.
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hartenlust · 1 month
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just got invited to a housewarming in JUNE. which is literally 1.5 months away but to me it feels like such a far future. yeah sure I'm not doing anything then yet. I'm sure by then we'll have flying cars so I can come no sweat
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kakusu-shipping · 1 month
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Sometimes I play a Pokemon Game and don't want to make a new S/I for it but do want to interact with it's story and characters.
So here are some Wandering Protagonists I aged up and moved across Regions for funsies.
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compacflt · 1 year
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wip wednesday: hoping to have all the fic revisions up by saturday (long shot tbh) or wednesday!
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kanasmusings · 2 years
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[Masterpost] Land of Nod SERVAMP HALLOWEEN PARTY 2021-2022
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Hello, hello~! Happy Halloween, friends! Oh my gosh, I know I’m one year too late to be posting this, but since it is Halloween and since Strike-sensei has the event up and running again, I figured I should dust it off and post them~! Thank you to @katzkinder​ for requesting me to do them last year and for poking me to post them after forgetting! (I’m so sorry it took such a long time...! ^^;)
As usual, a huge thank you to @howtoplaynod​ for the help with compiling the text and the stories~!  Please check out the actual event HERE if you want to play along while reading~!  Since it is a special event and since it has multiple endings/chapters, the PDFs are quite lengthy, so please prepare to read lots of pages ^^
Without further ado, here are the links~!
[HALLOWEEN PARTY]
Introduction
Episode 1: “Alicein Misono’s Horror House”
Episode 2: “A Big Gathering with Melancholy!”
Episode 3: “A Big Brawl! The Greed and Gluttony Brothers!”
Episode 4: “Drinking at Home with the Three Idiots”
Episode 5: “A Party in Her Style”
Episode 6: “Mahiru and Kuro’s Cookie Distribution!”
Secret Episode: “Mystery-solving comes after treats~!”
Post-game/Bonus/Extra Dialogues
※ Please don’t re-post these outside of Tumblr without permission!
If you enjoyed this, please consider buying me a ko-fi here to support my work! It’ll be a really big help. (o^▽^o)Thank you!!
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sugarmapleships · 2 years
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Gush Game! Pt. 1 (Physical Features Edition)
Since my other f/o ask game did so well, I figured I'd make another one!
Your f/o is just so hot, aren't they!! And they deserve to know it! No matter how confident we may be, we can all use a little extra something. So use this as an opportunity to gush about how handsome/gorgeous/beautiful/etc your f/o is!!
You're allowed to get as spicy as you want with this, just remember to make sure whoever you may be sending an ask to is comfortable! And feel free to modify any parts where you need to! Nonhuman f/o's are loved and valid here!
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1. Gush about your f/o's eyes!
2. Gush about your f/o's nose!
3. Gush about your f/o's lips!
4. Gush about your f/o's hair!
5. Gush about your f/o's skin (or other bodily covering, if applicable)!
6. Gush about your f/o's hands!
7. Gush about your f/o's arms!
8. Gush about your f/o's chest!
9. Gush about your f/o's tummy!
10. Gush about your f/o's legs!
11. Gush about your f/o's feet!
12. Free space for anything not mentioned!
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Again, practice reblog karma or I'm replacing all your shampoo with mayonnaise
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i love replying to comments on my works because i write 'thank you!!' when really i mean 'i would give my soul for you. in battle you have my favour and my sword'
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twistedroseytoesy · 1 year
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Be prepared for Leona's scheme
Perfect song for book 2's events. animatic style for this one since the story for it is just from book 2 of the game.
Leona in front of his dorm: I never thought others' essential moving between some of the groups of students: They're crude and unspeakably plain he turns to them once he reaches the back: But maybe they've a glimmer of potential He flips his hair with a smirk: If allied to my vision and brain He snaps his fingers as a bolt of magic shoots between two whispering students: I know that your powers of retention Are as wet as a warthog's backside He hisses as he moves on top of a stone before them all: But thick as you are, pay attention! He glares into the star-filled night sky: My words are a matter of pride he waves his hand in front of a sloth beast person: It's clear from your vacant expressions He smirks as he points to his temple: The lights are not all on upstairs he pulls out a spelldrive disk: But we're talking winners and successions He throws it and many of them duck as it wizzes overhead: Even you can't be caught unawares summons illusionary trophies: So prepare for a chance of a lifetime illusions of news about savanaclaw: Be prepared for sensational news A shining new era Is tiptoeing nearer Jack: And where do we feature? Leona glaring at the wolf's returning glare: Just listen to teacher he frowns a bit: I know it sounds sordid he tosses illusionary money at them: But you'll be rewarded When at last I am given my dues! he pulls out and rips apart a diasomnia flag: And injustice deliciously squared all: Be prepared!
all: It's great that we'll soon be connected With a player who'll be all-time adored Leona smirking as he watches them: Of course, quid pro quo, you're expected To take certain duties on board more illusionary money is thrown: The future is littered with prizes he smirks as he places a crown on his head: And though I'm the main addressee his smirk falls: The point that I must emphasize is the illusions disappear as he roars: You won't get a sniff without me!
He throws out another diasomnia flag: So prepare for the coup of the century he throws a picture of malleus into the mud: Be prepared for the murkiest scam Meticulous planning Tenacity spanning he looks at the 2nd place trophies from previous times: years of denial Is simply why I'll he sets them on fire: Be winner undisputed he walks past the lineup, some bowing some saluting: Respected, saluted he flips back onto the rock smirking: And seen for the wonder I am Yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared Be prepared! all excitedly ripping up diasomnia stuff with claws and teeth: Yes, our teeth and ambitions are bared Be prepared!
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s4sharkteeth · 1 month
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when I said we were returning I meant RIGHT NOW !!!!
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despairforme · 9 months
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Wakes up. Chooses violence. Against himself - by knocking his head on the doorframe. Why is this his life.
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st4rstudent · 4 months
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Unfortunately, it has gone quite slow. This writing thing has HANDS!!! It's just a short one story since I haven't actually wrote anything in a whiiileeeee. i think its about maybe halfway done
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pebblezone · 1 year
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Fun fact! Pip’s the type of guy to only eat at subway
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fmab · 9 months
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cayde-6 and rodimus are literally the same guy to me
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