“Liliana is a tragic character who, in her desire to save herself and her daughter from falling victim to the strange powers and ostracization that has plagued her for her entire life, instead fell victim to a cult with a manipulative leader who has spent decades grooming her into a weapon and making her think she’s more important than she actually is. She is fully entrenched in shit she wholeheartedly believes and adamantly looks away from any evidence used to poke holes in her logic. She still thinks she’s doing this for her daughter but is in too deep to realize how much worse she’s actually made things for her daughter. The last 20+ years have been her labor of love to Imogen that’s been twisted into something that she can’t even see. She thinks she’s helping. She thinks she’s doing good. She loves Imogen so much and doesn’t even know she’s going about everything in entirely the wrong way, and her refusal to look at the facts and question the manipulative authority of Ludinus looming over her, is only furthering the rift between her and Imogen and will ultimately lead to her downfall. She thinks she’s the hero of the story, and that’s what makes her such a tragic character” woke
Danny is in another universe. He had a reason, but he doesn’t remember anymore. He can only stare, horrified and disgusted, at the sickest city spirit he’s ever seen. Shivering and swaying with every step, core exposed, and ectoplasm leaking from wounds that are decades old. A ratty blanket was thrown over their shoulders, barely hiding the spirit’s pale grey skin and protruding black bones.
The spirit didn’t even sense him until he reached out to touch its wispy shoulders. The spirit flinched, clutching at the dozens of trinkets hanging from their neck and tucking in on themselves like they were expecting a blow.
“Oh, shit,” He swore, floating back a few feet, hands in the air, to show he meant no harm. “I’m sorry. I promise, I’m not here to steal from you.” The spirit shivered again and rolled a pearl necklace in between their fingers. A nervous habit. “Uh, I like that pocket watch? It’s very nice.”
That got their attention. They peeked at Danny, and he saw that more tattered cloth was covering their eyes, blending in with the stringy hair that reached the ground. Their blanket fluttered weakly, revealing hundreds of thousands of tiny marks etched into their skin. Scars, really. Scars that wrote out curse after curse onto the spirit’s very being. They burned with evil intent, and even reached inside the spirit’s body and wrapped around their core.
Occasionally, blinding specks of color raced across their body, temporarily erasing the writing, but it always returned quickly. He watched, a little detached, as one particular line rewrote itself across their rough forearm, drawing fresh ectoplasm like someone was writing it with a thin knife.
“Are you…alright?” Danny stuttered. A stupid question.
The spirit cocked its head. He couldn’t see their eyes, but he felt their burning gaze as they pondered the question.
“The pain of others becomes mine own.” They rasped. “The lights of the city dim as rotten wealth clogs mine veins. Magicks long forgotten have eaten mine skins, pulled mine cloak, and darkened mine skies. Helios has refused to grace mine doorstep, and the seasons of the Earth have revoked their kindness.”
Danny held his breath. It felt like he was the one with the exposed core, not the spirit.
The spirit shivered once more. “Tell mine soul, little lamb. How could this Forsaken City know peace, when it was long since ripped from mine hands?”
Shit, he needed Frostbite. And maybe Clockwork. Now.
-Or-
Danny meets the spirit of Gotham City. The villains and rogues that have plagued the city for decades are literal curses that are taking quite the toll on Gotham, and honestly, Danny isn’t sure how much longer they can hold out. The heroes seem to be doing some help, and are probably the reason Gotham made it this far, but the poor city needs help from the Realms if they want to get better.
Luckily, Danny can provide that help.
But only if he could get Gotham to leave their city behind. Because recovery is going to take a very long time.
Also I stole this ask just so I can post this fuggin weirdo I made smhh (I raise from the dead just to post an oc again LMAOAOAOAO)
Hopefully this will be my last one in a long while I can live with 7 fuggin wh characters HHFHFUDJSNKSSJ- well- technically 8 if you include Betsy-
But to keep it (somewhat) short and sweet- my loser- a ye ol Milkman- Zachary Milksop (chronically lactose intolerant) and Betsy (a lil mascot moo sentient puppet)
Another character made almost spur in the moment again (like Mari) though thankfully not another bUG, but just some average human smhh. He’s a really simple guy, a loser, is as interesting as normal milk— he’s just the ye ol milkman who delivers you that gud shid smhh— enjoyer of the finer things in life (lunchables). A lil flirty and charming (in possibly the cringiest way possible) however he doesn’t really seem to pick up anyone besides the local cows that constantly harass him (and eats his pants). He enjoys watching them though, from v e r y m u c h afar——
hes just kinda, “that guy”
Also Betsy- a very sweet woman! She always greets everyone and has the friendliest extroverted personality ever! Always the type to bring (albeit tiny) gifts for her favorite neighbors and always leads when talking to anyone. Not like she would allow Zach to say anything anyway, she hates his polyester guts (and only him smhh)
this is still very very subject to change but i think i’ve finally got at least the base concept for what i wanted my hermitcraft joel design to be lol
free my complex female character, she did the same thing as complex male characters but the fandom takes Any analysis of her actions/choices/motivations that doesn’t strip her of all of her agency in bad faith and claims that only misogynists would dare to critique the things that they’ve noticed in her character because she’s a woman, completely ignoring the over-presence of discourse about similarly traited male characters in their fandom.
you know, the more i think about s2 and izzy specifically , the more let down i feel and it’s not a good feeling bc i love this show so much
i think they really did try to do too much in one season with less time and it means that izzy got a spotlight that he didn’t really deserve
i feel like i’m digging through a massive stack of files to piece together a mystery and just getting “we decided that izzy is special” in return which
doesn’t feel good! as a POC and as someone who’s been shouted down, harassed and pushed out of fan spaces for trying to raise the issue of how white antagonists are given preferential treatment in fandom. because now the show is doing it too and it feels like i’m being told to just. accept that it’s happening? he’s really sorry about it (we assume) so can’t you just play nice? why are you trying to argue that no one deserves forgiveness unless they grovel first
(i didn’t say that)
well he FEELS REALLY BAD and LOST A LEG what more do you want??
(idk, the word “sorry” from his actual mouth?)
this is getting away from me bc i’m tired but im like. it feels like the luster is rubbing off and the potential is being wasted and it’s not a good feeling
Do you have designs for the skyes or the blackquills in your spooky au? I love all your designs <3 They are all wonderful <3
I’ve gotten 3 separate asks that all ask about both Simon and Ema in the SAME ASK and I had to call my brother up to ask if the Blackquills and the Skyes had any significance to each other because I’m still on AA5 and he’s already beaten 1-6 and he said no but I think it’s crazy that all 3 asks that ask about Simon also ask about Ema??
Anyways I said Ema was a normal human and someone else said she could be like a doctor frankenstein type and YES I AGREE but I will answer that ask later bc hand tired
OKAY I DON’T KNOW ABOUT BLACKQUILL’S PAST YET BC I’M ON THE SECOND TO LAST CASE OF THE 5TH GAME (i have suspicions about what happened but idk yet)
But whatever event made him become all emo is the same event that had him become a reaper (AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT IT IS YET PLEASE DON’T TELL ME 😭😭😭💀)
Something about this little note a whaler added in the margins of his journal gets me.
224 [days out]
My book is very damp ink spreads.
Can’t really articulate why but I think it’s something about…the process of reading it now in all its spreading ink, and seeing this little complaint he penned in the moment to explain the ink quality. It‘s a concrete physical link to a little moment in time when this book was new (yet damp) in a fellow’s hands 170 years ago.
My friend jokingly said ‘if I was leader I would illegalise maths’ and being the token mathematician I said ‘mathematics is the language of the universe. It exists in every facet of reality. To denounce maths is to denounce existence itself’ but then they started saying that it isn’t the language of the universe, instead saying art is
And like
Ignoring maths being art and all
No???
Art implies human creativity. The universe existed for well longer than humanity, and art, but maths was there the whole time.
I’m tired of Moon’s paranoia with Ruin at this point. It is a tired as fuck plotline that I’m just done with.
I’m at the point of ‘yeah, let him destroy his trust with others. See what it gets him. NOTHING.’ Because that’s how you lose friends. Accusing people of things they very clearly didn’t do is how you fuck up a perfectly good friendship.
I hope all this paranoia bullshit blows up in Moon’s face and Ruin refuses to accept an apology from him if Ruin turns out innocent.