Kinktober Lite, Late Edition, featuring Cipher Four and some... not eye surrealism for the 'public' prompt. Went super stylized with the body and the background calls back to their opera days. This definitely feels more horror than kink but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
(Four is agender and uses they/them pronouns. Though they definitely have done drag in a variety of genders...)
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Name: Cipher Four
Role: Sniper
Species: Chiss
Gender: Agender
Pronouns: they/them
Age: Unknown
Height: 6'7", 200cm
They arrived from the Ascendancy with stars in their eyes and music in their soul. The chiss now known as Cipher Four arrived on Dromund Kaas to study opera. One of their instructors, as it were, wasn't as patriotic to the Sith Empire as previously imagined. It is true that arts instructors, in any faction, tended to be critical of the governing powers of their home. This one was... more than just critical. Once Four gathered and presented the evidence of such, they were recruited into Imperial Intelligence.
While Four certainly has been in the public eye, they've worked alongside Imp Intel to turn that into an asset. As it turned out, hosting lavish parties where spouses of powerful people gossiped has been a great way to utilize their publicity.
Somewhere along the line, they came into the service of one Lord Desolatis, a small Sith lord who (lorems their ipsum idk we haven't discussed why or how yet)
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my favourite part of this cellbit stream was when he was trying to find a song with the right vibes for deciphering an arg riddle in his secret detective bunker, so he started blasting The Black Parade by MCR
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Failed to resist the urge to post a snippet from chapter 16. This is my way of 🤝ing @godsfavoritescientist over the "grieving ex-worshiper who never figured out how to fill the gap left by a false god" Ford characterization.
Ford didn't move. He was still staring at the neon sign of an eyed triangle hanging in the psychic shop's window.
Did the "psychic" who ran this shop actually know what that symbol meant, Ford wondered? Did Bill have a worshiper here? Perhaps just another believer who'd been recruited by one of the micro-cults Bill left in his wake, five degrees removed from a former "student" that Bill had "inspired" and then abandoned half a century ago? Or had Bill met them in their dreams? Had he been summoned up to give them knowledge of the future—did they remember Bill as the central figure in a visionary dream that now made up the core of their spirituality? Maybe he'd visited them more than once, while trying to decide whether they'd be useful to him? Perhaps he'd been grooming the fortune teller into his minion, feeding them lines he wanted to pass on to a local politician or scientist? Did he ever play board games with them?
Did they worship him still?
Did they know their god was dead?
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There'd been an ache in Ford's chest for over thirty years—an empty pit that once held awe—a dark void that used to be filled with starlight. Ford knew now that, metaphorically speaking, the divine light Bill put off had never been anything but optical illusions with flashlights and mirrors. But even so—even so, nothing and nobody had inspired such sublime wonder in Ford since.
During his lowest moments out in the multiverse, starving and exhausted and despairing, he'd irrationally wondered if the unimpressable depression left in Bill's wake was evidence that Bill had been truly that great, too great for a human like Ford to understand, and the shadow cast on his life in Bill's absence was the natural consequence of turning away from something godlike.
Ford had gotten over that. He'd recovered, he'd grown. He understood the truth: Bill's parlor tricks had dazzled his eyes so thoroughly that now he couldn't detect the subtler glimmer of the truly wondrous. He wondered if his eyes would ever adjust to the dark again.
Whether he liked it or not, he missed the way mind-blowing awe felt. He missed being dazzled.
There were days when he wasn't sure what he resented Bill for more: vomiting so much glittery garbage into his soul, or stopping.
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Apparently people really like this crossover, so have some more out-of-context screencap edits, many of which I saved randomly/got from @certifiedwerewolf. Even if I cannot draw Puppet Bill consistently across them to save my life.
(Also forgot to say this last time, but the Cipher font’s from here)
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Cipher Four | They/Them
likes to wear bright + light colors and patterns
wears boots only. all boots have a steel toe. all the better to curb stomp with, my dear.
they have scarring on their neck that trails off onto the back of their right shoulder. they try to hide it and is self conscious of it.
the scarring on their hip doesn't bother them as much, though.
looks DAMN good in a dress
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Bill would eat up a frilly dress. Bonus if it poofy it might look a little triangle ish maybe
You mean like this?
god it is amazing how often I pull out that photoset again. Glad I made it.
here's a bonus dress: extremely fancy edition
in the original post he's got a top hat too.
it's gonna be a few chapters yet before I finally stick him in a dress in fic
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