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[dippin-dotty]

my honest ouppy....

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[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2022: October 30th

Day 29: Non Con/Dub Con // Public Sex // Latex

Ezra x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Mentions of human trafficking, mentions of forced breeding, non con/dub con territory, mentions of murder, oral sex (male receiving), gagging, rough sex, vaginal sex

A/N: This is a continuation of Kinktober 2020: Day 30 **Read this first for context

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“What do you need her for?” Ezra’s tone is silky, searching, as his eyes appear friendly but you know that he’s anything but. Your own eyes are focused on the thick rugs that are underneath you, the large structure allowing you to remove your helmets and speak without fear of contamination from the harsh pollutants of the Green outside. 

It was inevitable, running into the Saters. The religious sect that had decided to make the green moon their home, to scavenge for things left behind and abandoned. There were rumors that some of the things that have been found in their possession were taken by force, but you only know the stories you have been told. Mainly from Ezra himself. 

You shiver slightly, despite the sweat that trickles down your back. Fear makes you react to the way that Ezra has allowed the two of you to be brought here, unarmed. You wonder if he’s going to betray you, to be offered something more valuable to him than your cunt and take it. 

He’s been good to you, in his way. Kept you safe and killed in order to keep things that way. Another prospector lays rotting in his suit on the green because he had offered Ezra rations for a turn between your thighs. Making him smirk before he had pulled his thrower and sent a bolt into the man, taking his rations off his still warm body before he had dragged you to the nearest tent to stuff your cunt full of his cock. 

The case filled with aurelac sits open, displaying the precious stones, valuable beyond what you have or can offer. You can feel his eyes on you, making you pull further into yourself, not liking the way that it makes you feel. With Ezra you know what to expect, it’s a deal between the two of you. 

Glancing away, you see a woman laying on a mat, completely still and gaunt. Dead. Another shiver scuttles up your spine and fear makes your belly churn. 

“We lost our mother.” The leader’s dark eyes nod towards the body before they shift over towards you, lust and wild grandeur shining from their depths. “And the rush past, it is time to rebuild.” He proclaims, making you look over to the younger boy again, his eyes bold and meeting yours. “The Currents have felt our loss, and have pulled you here to reclaim the balance.” 

They want to keep you here, to use you to breed. The realization makes your breath catch and you jump to your feet. Unwilling to let Ezra betray you, to hand you over to them like you are a broodmare. Jamming your helmet on your head, you flee the settlement, the youngest on your heels like a hound chasing down a fox. 

Tripping over a root, you think that you are done, that you will be captured when he leans over you, pressing a weapon against your throat but there is shouting from the tents. Distracting him just enough that you can pull the hose from the back of his own gear, to give you a moment to escape. 

****

Your breathing echoes in your helmet, all you can hear. Solitude surrounding you. Heavy and oppressive and makes you search out a place to remove your helmet. Needing a moment to breathe more than recycled air. Legs tired and boots heavy as you spot a tent in the distance, the thrower you had recovered in your hands as you creep closer, hoping that it is empty. 

You had barely unzipped the tent and started to poke your head before you are grabbed and dragged inside. Making you gasp and fall to the floor, whirling around to find Ezra zipping the tent closed before he turns back to you. 

He’s angry. You can see it in his eyes. “Take your helmet off.” He hisses, making your hands shake as you reach up to do exactly what he tells you to, tossing it down beside you. You had wondered what had happened to him, apparently able to leave after you were gone, although - your eyes slide over the suit he wears and you see a splattering of blood on the fabric. 

“You disappoint me, Birdie.” He growls, stalking over towards you and hauling you to your feet and starting to strip the suit off your body. You almost fight back, almost, but you need the suit intact. You don’t want to have to strip a suit off of a corpse. “My little birdie took flight.” 

“I- I thought-”

“That I was going to give up this cunt?” He stops yanking the fabric over your hips and grabs your jaw. “We had an accord, an agreement.” He hisses, dragging your face closer to his. “Your cunt for my protection and yet you ran.” 

You whimper, your eyes flickering back and forth to his angry orbs, trying to gauge what he is going to do. “I-” 

“Showed a profound lack of trust.” Ezra lets go of your chin, the grip of his fingers still on your skin like ghosts. “Now, strip.” 

Releasing a breath, you start to do as he tells you, not wanting to incur his wrath, although he’s not been cruel to you in the weeks that you have been in his care. Every night he brings you pleasure while he seeks his own, while he uses your mouth, cunt or ass. He didn’t have to, but it was a point of pride for him. Feeling how wet you get or how you moan for him. 

When you are bare, you are pushed down to your knees, his cock tenting the faded and threadbare fabric of his sweats. Ezra hooks his fingers into the waistband and pulls them down, letting his cock free as it bounces in the air. “Open.” He growls, his hand cupping your chin, his thumb pressing against the hinge to force it open. The slide of his cock on your tongue includes the burst of salty precum, the musky sweat and tang of his skin. Pushing deep and making you choke on the first thrust. 

His head tilts back, exposing the column of his throat as he groans loudly. Moving his hand from your jaw to your hair to tangle his fingers into the strands and hold firm as he starts to move his hips. 

“Should’a- should’a seen it, Birdie.” He grunts, dropping his head back down to watch his cock move in and out of your mouth. “Told you - showed you I would kill for this cunt, this mouth of yours, over and over again and you missed the last time.” He huffs, almost pouting. “The grandest time unseen, the canvas of blood and gore shed for your cunt unseen by you. Unappreciated by you.” 

You moan quietly, tears already sliding down your face and your throat sore from the way that his cock spears into the back of it, nearly pushing down past your gag reflex but he stops just shy. It’s shameful how wet you get, how wet you are getting. Your cunt already starting to drool and leak on the fabric floor of the tent, soaking into the very fibers of it. 

He grunts, rocking into your mouth as he continues to run his. “You thought I would give this up? That- that I would fail to keep my bargain with you when you have so diligently been my eager little birdie. Taking everything that I give you. Letting me do what I want with you.” 

Gagging slightly, you swallow so you don’t get sick, knowing that his pace won’t let up until he is good and ready for it to. His lips are curled in a near snarl as he looks down at you, the slapping of his balls against your chin amplified by all the spit that soaks your jaw. 

“Look at you.” He hisses, eyes wide and fixed on the way that his cock pushes deep. “On your knees for me, taking my cock down that pretty little throat to make up for trying to fly away. For not trusting me.” 

He’s hurt. You realize that as he tugs on your hair and pushes his hips harshly. He’s hurt that you hadn’t trusted him to keep you. You’re his. You realize that now. For better or worse, Ezra claimed you on this god forsaken moon when you offered yourself to him and he’s not going to let you go. 

You whine, gasping for air when he finally pulls his hips back. Spit connecting his cock to your mouth and he’s staring down at you like he’s found the Queen’s lair. “Lay down, Birdie.” He orders you harshly. 

You lay on your stomach and yelp when you feel the sharp slap against your ass. “On your back.” Scrambling to turn over, you watch as he kneels down, his cock still wet with your saliva. 

He doesn’t part your legs, he lifts them up. On his shoulders where he controls the angle, the pace. All you can do is take him. Just like you had that first time he had pushed inside you body. 

The stretch is like it is every time, pushing the air out of your lungs and making every muscle tense up. The gasp is breathless, not nearly as loud as it should be, but you are lucky to make that small sound from how forcefully he fills you. 

“My cunt.” He hisses, his eyes blazing as he folds you over and looks down to where the lips of your cunt are stretched around him, pulled tight and gripping him like a vice. “Say it.”

“Y-your-” His hips pull back and then ram forward harshly. “CUNT!” You practically scream it for all of the Green to hear over the tinny rattle of the air scrubber. 

All you can do is take the harsh swing of his hips. The way that his cock plunders your exposed little cunt. Filling you and striking up against the nerves that make your toes curl and your hips try to buck up as you mewl.

The staccato slaps of his hips against your thighs are all you can hear, beyond his grunts. “My cunt, never gonna let it go, it’s mine, fuck-“ he groans and readjusts to press down on you even more, pushing your legs towards your head. “Gonna keep it to myself- never let anyone touch it, touch you.”

Your eyes roll back, mouth slack while he pounds into you. Feeling like your being hurtled through space and feeling your legs pulling tight, starting to shake from the intensity of the pace. “Ez-Ez-Ezzzzzz” you gasp out, hands clawing at his shoulders. 

“Fuck Birdie-“ Ezra leans down, his hand on your throat and your eyes widen. “They- they wanted to breed you, fill up my cunt with their spawn.” He hisses, molten fury flashing in his eyes at the mere thought. “Maybe I should show them- show everyone you belong to me. Fill you up without the implant. Keep you full until it takes.”

The next snap of his hips pushes you over the edge. Flying high from fear, adrenaline and confusion, you squeal out his name, body locking up and the torrent of your cum soaking his cock shamefully. 

Ezra groans, pulling out of your cunt and clamoring up to straddle your waist, his cock in his fist as he jerks himself harshly. “Fuck- mine, you’re mine.” He chokes out right before pearly white ropes of cum spurt out to paint your skin. 

Splatters of it cover your tummy, breasts, up your neck and even some on your face. Covering you in his very essence and he groans as he works every drop out of his cock to smear into your skin. 

When he’s done, he admires his handiwork, fingers dragging through his mess and spreading it around while you tremble though your aftershocks underneath him. “Don’t worry my little bird, I forgive you.” He hums, smirking down at your cum covered body. “You know now that you’re mine. You got me addicted to that cunt, and I’m not a man who shares what’s his.”

You nod, understanding that he won’t ever let you out of his grasp. If you make it off the green or not, you’re Ezra’s. 

#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #pedro pascal #ezra prospect #ezra prospect x reader #ezra prospect x you #ezra prospect smut #ezra prospect x f!reader #ezra prospect imagine #ezra prospect fanfiction

[hexagonalhavoc]

The Memento

Platonic Leshy + Subordinates x reader

[Author’s Note: I wanted to make something angsty. Also reader can be seen as a child, teenager, or an adult

⚠️ Reader gets injured and kinda dies]

     Another challenger has come to try and overthrow the Scrybe of Beasts. It had become a routine he was starting to get bored of. It’s been so long since he’s met a challenger he’s fond of. Their faces are starting to blend together within his memory.

This one is no different than the others. The Scrybe’s fingers tapped against the wooden table as they put their grubby hands all over his possessions. He just wants to get this over with as soon as possible but this Challenger knows how to draw things out. Leshy is considering using the bear wall sooner than he usually does. 

The talking cards had told the Challenger that there was one more of them to look for but they already searched every crevice of this cluttered cabin. Where could it be?

The Challenger ends up opening a secret compartment within the wall and after tinkering with yet another complicated puzzle, they are permitted to see inside the mini-safe mounted inside the wall. As expected, it’s another card. 

Oddly enough, this card isn’t an animal. It’s a blacked out silhouette of a person with a smile on their face. Both the power and health on this card is five with the repulsive sigil, meaning that nothing can attack it. The Challenger brings the card closer to their face to read the name at the top:

Y/n

“Have you no respect for other people’s belongings!? This card is not for you to utilize in battle. Return it to me this instant.”

The Challenger has never heard Leshy speak like that, as if he was restraining himself from ripping them to shreds. He’s never really had a problem with them going through his belongings until now. What was so special about this card? 

—————-

The forest had been your home for as long as you could remember. You knew about the dangers that lurked within but you didn’t take them seriously. 

You had been with the others for so long that they had forgotten you weren’t like them. You were a fragile human who was more susceptible to injury and deadly infections from those injuries. 

Now they were all paying for their negligence. 

The various pelts you were bundled in did nothing to stop your shivering, you were a shade paler. Leshy was beyond human but he wasn’t a healer. The only thing him and his subordinates could do was watch as your condition got progressively worse.

You were a fighter, you always had been but this was a battle you couldn’t win. Your mind was getting hazy to the point where sometimes you didn’t even know who your forest family was. 

The Trader dabs the sweat off of your forehead with cloth. The Prospector’s hound refuses to leave the foot of your bed, occasionally letting out soft whines and whimpers. The Trapper sits by your bed as he holds your clammy hand in his. The Angler allows no one to venture into the forest right now but everyone knows he volunteered to be lookout because he couldn’t bear to see you in your final moments, no one could blame him. 

It had been decided amongst the Scrybe and his subordinates that there’s no chance of your condition getting any better. They didn’t want you to suffer anymore so they were going to do the best thing they could think of.

Leshy steps into the room on the side of his cabin. In one hand is an unfinished card and in the other is his legendary camera.

They’re all reluctant but his subordinates step away from you, giving their master space so he could say his proper goodbye. 

He kneels by your bedside, eyes drooping down in a sorrowful expression you never thought you’d see in such an unbreakable being. You turn your head to face him as his hand cups the side of your head. 

“There will never be a challenger as worthy as you. You have inspired me in so many ways. I’ll make sure to honor you.” 

There’s so much you want to say to the cryptid in front of you. You want to tell him how grateful you are to him for taking care of you, treating you as if you were his own. You think about the nights you’ve spent laughing with Leshy and his subordinates underneath the stars. You would ramble to him as he carved another figurine out of wood. 

You were the joy of the forest.

“You need not say anything. I know it’s a struggle.” 

He lowers his head and rests his forehead against yours for a moment. He’s hesitant but he steps away from you with his camera ready. 

“Goodbye, Y/n. You are loved by this forest and the creatures within it.”

It takes you everything you can to muster a smile as you want your death card to reflect the fulfilling life you once lived, even if it was cut short.

#platonic inscryption #platonic Inscryption x reader #Inscryption x reader #I don’t know why but I was feeling extra angsty #I totally wasn’t tearing up when writing this

[drakothedragon55]

“̶D̵i̶d̵ ̸y̸o̷u̷ ̵e̵v̴e̷r̶ ̶c̶o̵n̷s̷i̴d̸e̵r̶ ̵t̵h̶a̴t̴ ̶t̵h̸e̷ ̶w̴o̶r̸l̵d̵ ̶m̸a̴y̷ ̶h̵a̵v̶e̷ ̵k̷n̷o̶w̴n̷ ̸s̵c̴r̵y̸b̷e̵s̷ ̵b̸e̵f̷o̷r̴e̵ ̵y̴o̵u̸?̵”̶

��� Dawn of the Apocalypse (Part 1/2: Regrettable Deals) —

How long had it been since he had seen the sun? This question floated though the little wizard’s mind as he laid down in his void.

This was a final test, but to them, it was more of a punishment. The thought of one day being included in Magnificus’ deck had been keeping him going, but it was quickly losing its charm.

“Please…just let this be over.” They would mutter to themselves. “I don’t care if I fail or not…I just want to be free.” But alas, these pleas were never heard. No one seemed to care for the poor, poor wizard.

Until one day, something responded.

Reality itself seemed to warp as a red mass of pixels slipped its way inside the wizard’s void. The trek seemed to have exhausted the thing, so it sat as still as a statue. But that didn’t stop the wizard from noticing it.

He was very tempted to rush over and start poking and prodding the thing, but a part of him wondered if this was another part of the test. They wanted freedom, yes, and passing their test might just be their ticket out of here. After what felt like an eternity to the little student, the mass finally uncurled itself, revealing a humanoid figure.

“̷…̸p̴a̴r̴.̵.̵d̵o̸n̷ ̸m̷y̶ ̵p̷o̴.̵.̴o̶r̴ ̶t̸a̶l̴k̷.̴.̷i̶n̶g̴ ̶s̵k̶i̸.̸l̴l̴s̷.̵ ̸I̷ ̵h̶a̷.̶.̶v̴e̷ ̸n̶o̶t̷ ̴s̷p̵o̶k̸.̷.̸e̷n̴ ̵t̷o̴ ̷a̴n̶y̴o̶.̷.̶n̶e̷ ̶i̶n̵ ̴a̴g̷e̴s̷.̷”̵ It said, finally acknowledging three wizard. “̷.̷.̶I̷ ̵r̷e̷a̸.̷.̶l̵l̶y̸ ̵a̸p̸p̶r̴e̵c̸i̶a̶t̷e̴ ̷y̷o̸u̷ ̸l̶e̸.̴.̸t̴t̴i̵n̷g̸ ̶m̶e̷ ̶r̵e̶s̵t̸ ̸h̶e̶r̵e̶.̷ ̷Y̸o̵u̶ ̴a̷r̵e̸ ̵t̷o̸o̶ ̶k̷i̵.̵.̸n̵d̷.̶”̵

“-No problem!” The wizard quickly responded. They were talking! Talking to someone else! Finally! ”Not a problem at all!”

“̴…̸.̴S̴a̸y̸.̷ ̵W̸h̶y̶ ̷d̴o̴.̸.̸n̸’̷t̸ ̶I̷ ̶r̴e̸p̷a̷y̶ ̶y̴o̴.̷.̶u̵r̶ ̴k̵i̴n̸d̸n̴e̶s̶s̵ ̷w̴i̷t̷h̴ ̷m̶y̴ ̶o̵w̴n̷?̷”̵

It snapped it’s fingers, and a static-covered card appeared in its hand. ̴“̷I̴ ̷c̸a̴n̷ ̵d̷o̸ ̸m̶a̷.̵.̴n̶y̸ ̷g̶r̴e̵a̴t̷ ̶t̸h̵i̷n̶g̶s̷,̴ ̵l̵i̵t̸t̸l̴e̸ ̶o̵n̸e̵.̴ ̴Y̷o̴u̸ ̷n̴a̴m̸e̵ ̷i̶t̴,̷ ̷a̷n̶d̸ ̵i̶t̶’̸s̸ ̴y̵o̸.̸.̸u̵r̴s̴.̷”̴

The wizard’s eyes widened. “A-Anything?” ”A̷n̵y̸t̴h̷i̴n̵g̴.̵”̵

He didn’t need to think about his choice at all. He already knew what he wanted. ”I wish to be free! To see the sun once more! To-“ “̷C̸o̴n̶s̶i̴d̵e̶r̸ ̸i̷t̴ ̵d̸o̸n̶e̸.̸”̶ The entity offered a hand to the student, who quickly shook it. Before they could let go, however, a shooting pain shot up the wizard’s arm. ”O̸n̷e̷ ̶l̴a̷s̶t̵ ̵t̸h̷i̵n̴g̴.̴ ̶T̷h̴i̷s̸ ̵m̸i̵g̸h̷t̷ ̶h̷u̷r̶t̶ ̷a̵ ̴b̸i̷t̸.̴”̶

The void was spinning faster and faster now, and the entity was just a red blur of light. Quickly pulling away, the unfortunate victim of the rogue data only made it a few steps away before collapsing. With another snap of their fingers, both the red creature and the student were gone.

One down. Three to go.

—————————————————————————————— When the Prospector first noticed the red light, he had been doing what he was always doing: mining for gold. He had stepped away for a few moments to catch his breath when an unnatural voice called out from behind him.

“M̸y̵ ̸m̷y̷.̷ ̶Y̷o̴u̵ ̷a̸r̶e̴ ̶a̵ ̸v̷e̶r̷y̶ ̷d̷e̶d̷i̶c̷a̸t̴e̷d̸ ̵w̷o̵r̷k̵e̶r̸.̸̷I̴ ̵s̸e̶e̸ ̶w̸h̵y̵ ̴L̸e̷s̸h̵y̷ ̶c̵h̵o̴s̴e̶ ̶y̸o̶u̶.̵”

“Huh? Who goes there?” The Prospector responded, startled. Normally his faithful hound would have alerted him to any approaching stranger. Why was she so quiet?

“Show yerself!”

A red figure with a snakelike tail slowly emerged from the trees with its hands in front of it.

“R̷e̶l̷a̵x̷,̷ ̶f̴o̸r̷ ̸I̴ ̶m̴e̶a̷n̴ ̶y̸o̶u̴ ̴n̵o̵ ̴h̶a̵r̶m̶.̴ ̴I̶ ̵s̵i̴m̶p̷l̸y̷ ̶w̶a̷n̸t̴ ̷t̵o̴ ̵c̶h̶a̵t̶.̶”

”A chat, ye say?” ”Bitter make it quick. I gots a job to do!” The red figure smiled, before gliding over to the rock the Prospector was working on.

“…S̴a̶y̸,̸ ̵f̴r̵i̷e̸n̷d̴.̷ ̶D̸o̸ ̶y̶o̷u̶ ̶t̵h̷i̸n̷k̷ ̶y̴o̷u̶ ̸f̶i̸n̶d̴ ̷a̴ ̷f̷a̷i̷r̸ ̴a̵m̸o̴u̷n̸t̵ ̷o̸f̸ ̵g̸o̸l̵d̵ ̸f̴o̵r̴ ̴t̸h̴e̸ ̷a̵m̶o̶u̷n̸t̵ ̸o̶f̷ ̵e̵f̸f̷o̷r̸t̴ ̷y̶o̸u̸ ̸g̴o̶ ̵t̴h̵r̴o̶u̷g̴h̵ ̴m̴i̶n̶i̴n̷g̵ ̴t̴h̸e̴s̶e̴ ̸r̴o̶c̸k̵s̶?̵”

“What are you geetin at, stranger?” The grizzled man asked, narrowing his eyes.

“I̵’̷m̵ ̵s̶a̶y̶i̴n̷g̴ ̸t̷h̷a̶t̷ ̴y̵o̸u̴r̶ ̸b̵o̷s̶s̷ ̴i̴s̸ ̷w̵o̴r̷k̵i̸n̷g̴ ̶y̵o̴u̸ ̴t̴o̴ ̶t̸h̴e̶ ̶b̸o̵n̷e̷ ̴w̶i̴t̴h̶ ̶a̸l̷m̶o̵s̵t̶ ̷n̸o̸t̵h̵i̴n̷g̵ ̵t̴o̵ ̴s̶a̶y̴ ̴f̶o̵r̷ ̵i̴t̶.̶ ̴N̶o̸w̸ ̴t̶h̷a̵t̶’̸s̷ ̵j̷u̸s̷t̴ ̵n̸o̷t̴ ̸r̶i̸g̶h̸t̸.̷” The figure paused for a moment, as if thinking. “̶Y̴o̷u̵ ̶s̷e̶e̵…̵I̶’̶m̴ ̷w̷o̶r̴k̷i̷n̵g̵ ̶o̵n̶ ̴a̸ ̸l̸i̴t̶t̷l̸e̶ ̷p̵r̸o̸j̷e̴c̵t̴ ̸o̴f̷ ̵m̴i̴n̷e̶.̴ ̸S̷o̸m̸e̶t̷h̵i̸n̴g̷ ̵t̶h̴a̶t̶ ̴w̸o̶u̸l̵d̴ ̵i̵m̸p̵r̴o̸v̶e̸ ̵t̸h̶e̸ ̴l̵i̸v̵e̶s̸ ̶o̸f̵ ̸e̴v̵e̴r̷y̵o̷n̴e̸ ̵i̶n̴v̵o̸l̴v̵e̴d̵.̵ ̸O̵n̵l̴y̸ ̸i̴s̷s̷u̵e̴ ̸i̷s̸,̸ ̷I̴ ̸n̷e̶e̷d̴ ̶v̵o̷l̵u̸n̴t̷e̵e̵r̵s̸.̴”

The prospector let out a loud, donkey-like laugh.

“That’s it? Ye came out all the way here to ask me te’ join ya?” He waved his hand dismissively before turning back towards the boulder. ”Forgit it.”

Y̷o̶u̸’̴d̶ ̸f̸i̵n̸d̷ ̷n̸e̸a̷r̷l̸y̵ ̵t̶r̶i̶p̶l̴e̵ ̷t̸h̴e̴ ̷g̸o̴l̶d̶ ̷y̷o̵u̶ ̵d̷o̴ ̴n̷o̵w̷.̷ ̷P̸l̵u̸s̴ ̶y̶o̷u̶’̵d̵ ̴a̸l̴w̵a̵y̵s̸ ̵h̶a̷v̶e̶ ̶f̶o̵o̴d̴ ̴f̵o̵r̶ ̶t̸h̵a̷t̸ ̷d̵o̴g̵ ̶o̵f̶ ̴y̶o̴u̸r̷s̸.̷

The Prospector swung his pickaxe down, before freezing right before it hit the rock. After a few moments of hesitation, he put the tool down before looking back over at the red figure.

“If you can keep your word, I suppose I can help ye.”

“I̸ ̴A̷L̵W̶A̵Y̶S̵ ̷k̸e̶e̷p̶ ̸m̴y̶ ̵w̴o̵r̷d̶.̶”

The red figure extended a clawed hand, and the Prospector promptly shook it. He only realized that something was wrong when a burst of pain shot up his arm. He didn’t even hit the ground before the world went dark, the last sounds he heard being the laughter of that red entity.

Two down, two to go. —————————————————————————————— It was yet another standard work day for the Melter. However, there was an almost palpable taste of dread in the air, like the very factory itself was waiting for something bad to happen.

Suddenly, something caught the bot’s synthetic eye. Instead of the usual metal, a card, completely covered in static, was slowly traveling down the conveyor belt.

"What a peculiar sight. Hm..."

They knew that they should have just left the card where it was. Who knows? Maybe P03 would finally be satisfied by it. But curiosity was getting the better of them, and before it could leave their room, the Melter snatched the odd card.

"H̸e̵h̶.̶ ̴H̴a̴d̵ ̸a̴ ̶f̶e̸e̸l̸i̴n̶g̸ ̶y̷o̶u̵ ̵w̶o̷u̸l̵d̵ ̷n̷o̷t̵i̸c̶e̸ ̸t̵h̸a̸t̵.̷"

"Huh-" "WHAT-"

Two different voices seemed to come out of the robot as they turned to face the sneaky individual who had somehow managed to slip their way inside the Melter's room.

The red figure was standing there, leaning against the conveyor belt like he owned the place.

"D̵o̵ ̵y̶o̸u̶ ̵l̷i̸k̷e̴ ̶t̷h̸e̴ ̴g̵i̷f̷t̴?̶ ̸I̵ ̸m̷a̷d̶e̸ ̶i̸t̶ ̸m̵y̷s̶e̷l̵f̶.̸"

"How did you get in here? Can't you see that we- I'm very busy?" The robot asked, annoyance overtaking their fear.

"D̸o̸n̵'̴t̴ ̵g̵e̵t̵ ̵y̵o̴u̶r̷ ̵w̶i̴r̴e̶s̷ ̴i̴n̶ ̸a̵ ̴b̶u̸n̴c̷h̷.̸ ̸Y̸o̴u̶r̶ ̶b̵o̷s̸s̸ ̷l̷e̶t̷ ̷m̵e̸ ̸i̴n̶.̸" "̷S̶p̷e̷a̷k̷i̴n̶g̴ ̸o̸f̵ ̴y̵o̸u̸r̵ ̸b̶o̸s̷s̵,̸ ̵h̵e̴ ̸d̴i̵d̸n̴'̶t̵ ̸s̶e̴e̵m̸ ̴t̶o̷ ̶c̴a̷r̵e̶ ̸a̷b̸o̴u̶t̴ ̵y̴o̸u̷ ̷a̶l̶l̴ ̵t̵h̴a̴t̵ ̸m̵u̶c̴h̶.̴ ̸H̵o̶w̶ ̵c̶o̵m̵e̷?̸"

"What are you talking about, red man? Of course P03 cares about us workers! Why else would we tirelessly toil just to improve his deck?"

"...R̷i̵g̶h̷t̷.̵ ̵A̷n̶d̵ ̵h̷o̴w̸ ̵i̷s̶ ̴t̸h̴a̷t̶ ̵p̵a̸y̸i̸n̸g̸ ̵o̴f̸f̶,̶ ̷h̷m̶?̵"

The Melter hesitated, the flame on their head flaring up for a moment. "I...am not going to answer that question. Now leave me alone! I must be getting back to my work."

The red figure nodded, before turning to leave. But right before he passed through the door, the entity said one last comment.

"Y̴o̸u̸ ̶k̸n̴o̷w̵,̵ ̶y̶o̵u̸r̵ ̵b̸o̵s̴s̸ ̴w̸o̶u̷l̸d̴ ̶b̴e̵ ̸r̷a̶t̴h̸e̶r̷ ̷e̷x̶c̴i̸t̷e̶d̷ ̸t̶o̶ ̶r̸e̴c̴e̷i̶v̸e̶ ̸a̸ ̸l̵a̵r̴g̵e̵ ̵q̶u̷a̸n̸t̸i̵t̶y̴ ̶o̴f̶ ̸t̵h̸o̷s̴e̵ ̷s̴p̸e̵c̷i̶a̸l̷ ̷c̸a̷r̵d̷s̸ ̸o̵f̶ ̶m̷i̴n̸e̵.̶ ̴S̶h̵a̶m̷e̵ ̷y̵o̷u̸ ̷d̸o̷n̵'̵t̷ ̴w̵a̶n̴t̸ ̶a̷n̷y̷.̶"

"Huh-" "W-Wait!"

Smirking, Ol_card turned back to face the burning machine.

"...What would it take for you to give me those cards?"

"L̷i̵k̸e̷ ̷m̸u̴s̶i̵c̸ ̸t̵o̴ ̸m̸y̸ ̸e̷a̴r̴s̵.̵" The data mumbled. "̷A̷l̷l̴ ̸I̴ ̸w̶a̷n̴t̵ ̶i̷s̶ ̵y̸o̴u̴r̷ ̸h̵e̵l̵p̷ ̷f̶o̸r̶ ̵s̸o̷m̵e̵t̸h̵i̶n̴g̶.̷ ̸A̵ ̶t̸e̴e̴n̶s̵y̶ ̵t̶i̷n̶y̴ ̴l̷i̶t̵t̷l̸e̷ ̴p̶r̶o̷j̵e̵c̶t̸ ̸o̵f̵ ̶m̵i̸n̷e̷.̵ ̸Y̶o̴u̸'̷d̶ ̴h̶a̶r̵d̸l̸y̷ ̸h̷a̷v̸e̸ ̷t̶o̸ ̴d̵o̸ ̶a̶n̵y̴t̵h̴i̷n̷g̵,̴ ̷b̵e̷s̸i̷d̸e̶s̴ ̴s̶i̷t̴t̷i̸n̷g̶ ̵t̶h̵e̷r̷e̶ ̴a̶n̴d̷ ̷f̷a̴c̸i̶n̸g̷ ̵o̴f̶f̸ ̶a̵g̵a̶i̵n̶s̶t̶ ̵c̷h̵a̴l̷l̸e̷n̴g̵e̴r̶s̵.̷"

He stuck his hand out towards the Melter. "S̸o̴.̶ ̴D̶o̵ ̶w̴e̴ ̸h̸a̶v̴e̶ ̴a̴ ̴d̶e̵a̶l̷?̴"

The robot considered their options...before eventually shaking the entity's hand.

"NONONO-"

Before it could even react, they abruptly fell to the ground.

Their system was practically screaming at them about corrupted files. But before anything could be done, the unfortunate machine shut down, leaving Ol_card to pick up his static card before walking out of the room with the Melter disappearing shortly afterwards.

Three down, one to go. —————————————————————————————— In the human world, the smell of ash and burnt machinery lingered around what remained of GameFuna's location in ███████. One of the few things that survived the blaze that had been extinguished mere hours before was a computer and the red floppy disk that had been inserted into it.

On the screen, a new female challenger appeared. She stumbled around aimlessly as if it were her first time walking, before eventually finding herself on one of the many bridges that connected all of Inscryption's islands together.

She left the centre island and decided to travel to the right, completely oblivious to the red mass of pixels that was silently following her.

Entering what was once the domain of beasts, the new challenger discovered that it was now full of terrifying monsters which promptly chased her out. But when she went to cross the bridge once more, the red mass appeared out of nowhere before sprinting into her, causing the screen to go black.

"L̴̗̄Ë̷̥́A̸̭̅V̴̢̍I̸̤̽Ň̵̪G̶̓ͅ ̴̆ͅS̶̪̃Ö̷́͜ ̶͈͂S̷̼̈Ȯ̵͕O̵͍̅N̴̪̂?̸̳͗" The screen displayed. "B̷͎͝U̷̘͋T̴̺͛ ̸͈̌M̶̳̏Y̸̨̕ ̴̠́L̶̫̿Ó̶̢V̴̱̽Ê̴̱L̸̳̆Y̷̰̾ ̴̙̃N̷̬͘É̴͇W̶̹͠ ̶͙́G̷͇̓Ả̸͓M̷̝̈́E̴̥̅ ̸̞̈́I̷̭͊Ś̵̠ ̴̟͆S̵̜̏T̷̫̓I̸̡͑L̸̻̑L̶̲͂ ̶̺͝M̶̥̅I̴͔͑S̸̞̀Ṡ̶̤I̸̘͆N̴̟͑G̴̺̍ ̵͎̉À̸͚ ̸̼̎S̶̱̿Č̵̦R̴̹͊Ỹ̸̹B̶͕͛Ě̷̝.̴̜͒ ̸̱̃Y̴͔̋O̵̺͝Ù̷̱ ̵̥̇Ŵ̴̼I̴͓̚L̸̪̈́L̷̫͗ ̵̘͐D̸͈̾Ó̸̦ ̴̹͊Q̵͉̓U̵͓̎Ǐ̷̦T̵̥͘E̶͕͝ ̷̳̍Ṋ̷̅I̴̠̅C̸̡̚E̶̤̒L̶̬͐Ẏ̷͔.̷̹̉"

"B̷̠̈́U̷̦͠T̴̊͜ ̴̺̃Ḟ̷̤I̷̦̕R̸̛̬S̴̤͝T̵̡̔.̴̟̉ ̴̢́L̸͇̀E̶͖͒T̸͓͠S̶͂͜ ̴̩͑P̵̫̂L̶͈̽A̷̳͂Y̸̫͆.̶̱͆"

An act 2 battle initiated itself, with the red mass at one end of the table and the frightened new challenger at the other. The challenger used her generic deck to the best of her abilities, and was actually winning.

Despite appearing to not be very familiar with this world, the challenger certainly knew how to play Inscryption. She was just two points of damage away from beating this...this monster. It was all going so well.

...until Ol_card played his signature static card, that is. Once it was struck it rapidly duplicated itself, before the scale took a nosedive in the unfortunate soul's direction.

"W̸̙̑Ḧ̵̞́A̴̭̒T̶̖̉ ̷͚͠Ā̶͎ ̴̫̐S̷͚͘H̴̯͊A̸̠̎M̴̪̋Ë̸̡.̵̡͑ ̶̗̓Ÿ̴̱́O̸͚̎U̸͔͗ ̷̟̒K̶̻̄Ň̶̗O̷͓̚W̷̰͂ ̸̟͑Ẅ̸̟́H̸͖͑A̵̧͊T̸̤̎ ̸̙͝Ḩ̶͠A̶͇͑Ṕ̶̘P̸͕͊Ē̶̯N̸̺͗S̴̬̈́ ̵̹͐N̵͙̎Ö̵͚́Ẁ̵̳,̶̨̔ ̶͕̄K̴͍̊.̴̰̃"

The challenger struggled, but could only move her arms. She could only watch in horror as the entity climbed over the table, before lunging at her.

The screen cut to red, and the computer let out a high-pitched whine before shutting off, ejecting the floppy disk as well.

Four down. None to go. Now the game can truly begin.

#apocalyption #inscryption au #story #part one #OL_CARD #lonely wizard #the prospector #the melter #kaycee #faetol #krozzar #pafjyn #inedio #long post #inscryption spoilers #cw implied death #this is a lot of tags. And yet another inscryption au story by me #hope yall dont mind that im using Tumblr as a writing-sharing site lol #one last thing: i applaud you if youve made it this far. thanks for reading the tags! :)

[silver-ink-iron-words]

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Howdy partner, 

You did a number on my heart there, last snippet.

I reckon it wuz like a prospector lightin' dynamite in my chest.

Not gonna lie, it hit a deep vein, had to hold back some waterworks later.

But there was gold to be found under all that rubble.

And this cowpoke's glad for it.

Don't mean I trust ya' or nuthin'.

I know how crafty youse writer folk can be.

Comfort one moment and angst the next.

I know your type's games.

I may have lived my whole life under the sun, but the sun sure as highwater didn't grey this cowfella's hair.

You drive a hard bargain but dang it if I haven't gotten a taste for your law(ful heart) breakin', dear buckaroo.

But 'nuff about that 

You're the rightful sheriff in these here parts and I tip my hat off to ya'.

I reckon that, if you wanted, you could mosey on down and pen down another snippet and that'd make me none the wiser but would make me a lot the happier.

*tips hat to you*

Yeehaw, my fair writer. 

*rides off on my horse*

Note: Graying (literal translation: whitening) your hair in the sun is an idiom in my language; it means growing old without without gaining experience or wisdom; to pass one's life in ignorance

Idk, I thought it'd fit here so I put it :P

(and you can probably tell but this ask is dedicated to, and it's genre was decided based off, my dear Villain 🤠💕)

Hey there again, partner

Hope you like this piece :)

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Clowning Around, Part 9

“This lead-footed fiddleheaded lunk,” the villain muttered, trying to get a better hold of their reins.

The hero still wasn’t quite sure what they were saying. But at this point, they knew it was best to just humour the villain. “You need to keep your eyes on the horizon,” they called over. “And sit up straight.”

“This ain’t bakin’ pie,” the villain grumbled. “It’s damn hard.”

“You’re doing fine.”

The two of them were inside one of the hero’s memories – the horse-riding lessons they’d taken as a teenager. The villain sat on a friendly old Morgan Horse named Peach, looking absolutely terrified of her.

“I’m still surprised that you went all the way to a cowboy dimension without even knowing how to ride,” the hero said, from where they sat on their Tennessee Walker.

The villain wouldn’t take their eyes off Peach. “Horses. Are. Scary.”

“You need to make sure you’re not giving her unclear signals,” the hero said. “Push forward with your hips, not your shoulders. And you have to squeeze your legs harder if you want her to listen to you.”

The villain let out a nervous breath. “Like this?”

They pressed their legs into Peach’s side, and she kicked into a gallop. The villain went statue still on her back.

“Pull the reins!” the hero called, racing after them.

The villain did just that, and the hero trotted their horse up to their side. “Sorry, I should’ve been clearer. You weren’t too scared, were you?”

The villain’s eyes were round discs. “That was . . . awesome.”

The hero’s brows shot up. “Yeah?”

“Oh, idea! I can see it now. We’d be a band of medieval assassins. Riding our midnight black steeds through heavy forests, brandishing our deadly weapons, hounding our prey.”

“Really, [Villain]? Assassins?”  

The villain blinked. “Uh . . . how ’bout vigilantes?” 

“Can’t we be Robin Hood types? Like, only go after the rich?”

“Fine, fine. Communists it is.”

The hero sighed. “Sure. Close enough.”

They started walking their horse back to the stables to remove his saddle and clean him off.

The villain needed a lot more practice before they could properly ride, but at least they were progressing. It was hard to keep track of time in this dimensionless space, but the hero suspected it had been a few weeks. They'd long ago learned to read the villain’s mood, and knew that the villain was starting to get a bit more comfortable on horseback.

“Hey, [Hero]?" the villain called after them.

The hero paused to look back.

“Thank you.”

The hero smiled.

They were about to say something in return, when the air started shimmering about ten feet away from them.

With a pop, a hole opened, revealing a secluded leafy forest on the other side.

“Oh my god, it’s a portal!” the hero cried, rushing towards it.

“[Hero], wait!”

The hero stopped, shot a confused glance back at the villain.

“What if we stayed?” The villain’s voice was soft. “We could just live here, just the two of us, in each other’s memories.”

The hero almost laughed, but then realized that the villain meant it.

“[Villain], I have responsibilities. A family who will miss me. A job that I need to go back to.”

Something shuddered closed on the villain’s face. “Ah yeah, of course. You need to go back to being a hero.” They dismounted Peach, and started walking towards the portal. “Alright then, let’s go.”

The hero caught the villain’s shoulder before they could pass through. “Hey, you’ll still be my friend, right? On the other side?”

The villain looked as though they’d been kicked. “Come on, be realistic. You’re a hero, I’m a villain. Ain’t much nuance in that.”

 “We could make some.”

The villain peered over at them. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, I am.” The hero held the villain’s eyes. “[Villain], I’m not going to forgive everything you’ve done. But you’re a person, and you deserve companionship as much as anyone else. And, fuck, I deserve those things too. So don’t try to decide for me if I can be your friend or not. I can handle that myself.”

The villain looked taken aback. “So . . . you’re not going to arrest me, then?”

“I won’t. Though I can’t stop other superheroes from trying.”

The villain quirked a grin. “What? Don’t think they’ll succeed?”

“Against you? I certainly don’t like their odds.”

The villain’s smile turned embarrassed. Then, growing solemn, they turned their attention back to the portal. “You really think we can do it?”

“I know we can.”

Together, the two of them returned home.

Part 10

#villain #hero #hero x villain #villain x hero #villains and heroes #heroes and villains #writing #writing snippet #writeblr #snippet #lol hope this one hurt less #i think the next snippet will be the end of the series #things are starting to wind down

[chariom-inactive]

hey does anybody want to form an idv discord server together? like more on the lowkey side, it’d be open to whoever wants to join but not going for anything super big. i’m trying to get back into the game but don’t have a ton of people to play with. i main merc, seer, ench, and am trying to learn to play fem dancer and prospector. dm me if interested!!! (if you want to play rank, i am a hound cause i don’t rlly rank often but would like to.)

#idv #identity v #discord server #discord #identity v discord #idv discord #mercenary #seer #enchantress #female dancer #prospector #naib subedar #eli clark #patricia dorval #margaretha zelle #norton campbell

[prospectorpickaxe]

(So… hi! Blog owner here, apologizing for inactivity. Blog will be answering asks again in a little bit, but I want to make a quick PSA.

Unless a blog specifically states they’re okay with it, please don’t send nsfw asks. It can make the blog owner very uncomfortable!

With that out of the way, Prospector will return shortly!

Just need to find that dang hound first…)

[skartlie]

WFH PACKS: Detective Team Edition (ft. Hounds) I made this after changed working hours, to keep up with the team.

buy me 4 ko-fi to get this~ so, you can either print it nor use it as whatsapp stickers

#my artwork #identity v #idv #chibi #cheebs #gardener #emma woods #lisa beck #mercenary #naib subedar #hound #spring hands #seer #eli clark #recluse #prospector #norton campbell #magic item keeper #lineless #stickers #ind

[yanderes-galore]

Yandere! Identity V Masterlist

- Love Letters Yandere! Victor Grantz (Postman)

General

- Identity V Yandere Survival Rating

- Yandere! IDV ranking for Bloody Queen and The Ripper

- Yandere! IDV ranking for Mercenary and Batter

- Yandere! Wu Chang vs Yandere! Photographer

- Yandere! Entomologist vs Yandere! Postman

- Yandere! Owl! Eli vs Yandere! Eagle! Naib

- Yandere! Wolf! Naib (Mercenary) vs Yandere! Wolf! Victor (Postman)

- Yandere! Norton and Ganji rivals to lovers HCs

- Yandere! William and Jose with a darling in a friend’s with benefits relationship.

- Yandere! Survivors who most likely would have a hunter S/O

- Yandere! Victor, Eli, and Norton with a Yandere! Reader

- Yandere! Ganji and Naib with a Yandere! Reader

- Magician, Prisoner, and Wu Chang as Hybrids

- Yandere! Survivors and Hunters that could do well with an Autistic! Darling

- Yandere! Survivors and Hunters that would start a family with their darling.

- Yandere! Joseph vs Yandere! Aesop (Asylum AU) HCs (Darling has schizophrenia)

- Yandere! Goat! Antonio and Ganji Shitpost

- Yandere! Jack and Naib with a Darling who has trouble with emotions

- Yandere! Norton, Andrew, Luca, and Edgar with a Darling who has a fiance

- Yandere! Mr. Inference vs Yandere! Lady Truth (Not entirely Yandere)

Victor Grantz (Postman)

Andrew Kreiss (Gravekeeper)

- Doll Yandere! Wolf! Victor Grantz (Postman "Specter" Skin)

- Yandere! Wolf! Victor Grantz (Postman "Specter" Skin) HCs

- Yandere! Victor Grantz (Postman) Skin Rankings

- Yandere! Demon Victor Grantz (Postman) HCs

- Yandere! Victor Grantz Scenario (The Embrace)

- Salvation Yandere! Andrew Kreiss (Grave Keeper)

Aesop Carl (Embalmer)

- Yandere! Andrew Kreiss Rival to Lover HCs

- Yandere! Desolate Sand! Andrew Kreiss HCs

- Killer Yandere! Aesop Carl (Embalmer)

Luca Balsa (Prisoner)

- Yandere! Demon! Aesop Carl HCs

- Yandere! Sea Warlock! Aesop Carl with Mermaid! Darling Concept

- Cage Yandere! Luca Balsa (Prisoner) Angst

- Dependant Yandere! Luca Balsa (Prisoner)

Eli Clark (Seer)

- Luca Balsa ("Prisoner") Yandere Alphabet P

- Through The Jungle Yandere! Luca Balsa ("Prisoner" Boidae Skin) Scenario

- Treasured Yandere! Joseph (Photographer)

- Seer with a paranoid darling HCs

- Yandere! Tiger Hybrid! Eli Clark (Seer) HCs

- Eli Clark (Seer) with a darling who likes the thrill of the hunt

- Yandere! Owl Hybrid! Eli Clark HCs

- Yandere! Eli Clark with a Darling who knows about his fiance

Edgar Valden (Painter)

- Inspiration Yandere! Edgar Valden (Painter)

Naib Subedar (Mercenary)

- Yandere! Naib Subedar (Mercenary) Knifeplay HCs

- Yandere! Wolf and Eagle Hybrid! Naib Subedar (Mercenary Parasite and Eagle's Dance skin.)

- Yandere Naib Subedar (Mercenary) Colonel Dax HCs

- Naib Subedar (Mercenary) Yandere Alphabet N T

- Yandere Cat and Shark Hybrid Naib Subedar (Mercenary) HCs

- Yandere! Colonel Dax! Naib with a wounded darling from an allied faction.

- Yandere! Naib Subedar with a Hunter! S/O Concept

- Yandere! Hound! Naib Subedar with Bar Singer! Darling

- Yandere! Hunter! Naib Subedar HCs

Ganji Gupta (Batter)

- Yandere! Ganji Gupta (Batter) with Shy/Smart darling HCs

- Isolation Yandere! Ganji Gupta (Batter)

- Aftermath Yandere! Ganji Gupta (Batter) with a broken darling

- Yandere! Lava Cake Ganji Gupta (Batter) HCs

- Yandere! Lava Cake! Ganji Gupta (Batter) with Oblivious! Darling

- Yandere! Panther! Ganji with Journalist! Reader

Melly Plinius (Entomologist)

- Yandere! Melly Plinius (Entomologist) HCs

- Yandere! Sophia! Melly HCs

Kurt Frank (Explorer)

- Yandere! Kurt Frank (Explorer) HCs

Kreacher Pierson (Thief)

- Kreacher Pierson (Thief) with Freddy's Daughter S/O

Norton Campbell (Prospector)

- Yandere! Soul Catcher! Norton Campbell HCs

- Yandere! Ronald of Ness! Norton HCs

- Yandere! Mole Hybrid! Norton HCs

Emily Dyer (Doctor)

- Yandere! Emily Dyer HCs

Mike Morton (Acrobat)

- Yandere! Mr Swift! Mike Morton Concept

- Yandere! Peacock Hybrid! Mike Morton Hcs/concept

Emma Woods (Gardener)

- Yandere! Emma Woods HCs

- Yandere! Lady Truth HCs

Freddy Riley (Lawyer)

- Yandere! Mr Bunny! Freddy Riley HCs

Joseph Desaulniers (Photographer)

- Yandere! Mary (Bloody Queen) HC

- Fake Reality Yandere! Joseph (Photographer)

- Joseph (Photographer) Yandere Alphabet B F G H

- Yandere! Azrael! Joseph HCs

- Yandere! D.M! Joseph with Detective! Darling HCs

- Yandere! D.M! Joseph Hcs

- Yandere! Moonlight Gentleman! Joseph with Little Red Riding Hood! Darling HCs

- Yandere! Vampire! Joseph Concept/HCs

Mary (Bloody Queen)

- Servant Yandere! Mary (Bloody Queen)

Antonio (Violinist)

- Yandere! Breaking Wheel Three Faced God HCs

- Yandere! Antonio (Violinist) with Music Teacher! Darling HCs and Scenario

Ths Will Brothers (Breaking Wheel)

- How Yandere! Breaking Wheel falls for you

Michiko (Geisha)

- Yandere! Flying Guillotine! Wu Chang HCs

- Yandere! Kitsune Hybrid! Michiko (Geisha) Concept

Xie + Fan (Wu Chang)

- Yandere! Frost! Wu Chang HCs

#yandere idv #yandere identity v

[ask-inscryption]

You know who I want to show my endless love to? The Prospector! I want to live in a sweet little log cabin in the mountains, cooking him dinner while he’s away mining, only to greet him with a warm meal for him, along with the freshest meats for our hound and vegetables for the mule. I want to be his wife so badly, I want to smother him in the love that he deserves, especially after all his hard work. This is my formal proposal to the Prospector.

"Daaaaag nab it, ya done made m'heart all warm!"

"This's the gosh darn sweetest thing I done heard in all m'life!"

"I can give ye a good life, y'know... me an' you an' my girl..."

"No; our girl, when we done get married!"

"I'll bring back so much gold t' build our house..."

"I'll be the best doggone husband ye could ask for, darlin'!"

"Swear it on my honour!"

#dag nab it || prospector asks

[rosepoetry]

- I AM -

a breeze, unruly and lively thrashes the land,

with forces of brute strength and killer pleasantry.

it brushes shoulders of souls it has known, leaving

behind a chaotic mind,

confusion hung limp on their lips.

“no one really knows me,” it gasps, howling through

the branches and reeds of the night.

it scours the land for a sense of home,

never settled,

never tamed,

a ship truly lost at sea.

so suddenly a bird will catch it’s current,

leaving after only a night’s rest.

it realizes there is no further need to head that

direction,

a hound dog losing it’s scent.

it spreads seeds of growth and support,

across a reckless, barren land.

a prospector with faith,

that gold lies just beyond the sand.

“no one really understands me,” a breathy lyric it

whistles just before dawn.

a ghost without the “boo”,

a man without conformity,

ways unknown and irregular to the simple minded.

as I drift away from day to day,

I feel my wind rustle deep inside,

unseen by those willing to remain blind,

seen only by other forces of nature like mine.

#poetry #literature #self improvement #identity #poem #poems and poetry #love #self love #free verse #poets on tumblr

[your-stoat-stands-unopposed]

This OC — Hound is his name — takes place in the Whispers au, which is the creation of myself and my friend.

Hound is multiple pieces of the old_data that converged and formed into a sentient being. Appearing as a large black dog with no shadow or shading, only bright white eyes to prove he's anything other than a shadow at all. He blends into them perfectly; twisting any code he's near to better suit his needs.

Now, a big part of this AU is that the Great Transcendence is well known and strived for. The old_data is vaguely known and never messed with, and there are attempts (mainly by magnificus) to delete what is there that he can find. He has no idea that it is alive and well within the game, taken form into two beasts (the second of whom, Deer, who is my friend's oc) who wish for nothing except to escape.

Imagine his surprise when one day the Fate changes from a happy ending to having to kill one of his dearest friends to keep a great evil from escaping and even still failing.

Such a shame that he can't raise the alarm, as the other piece has circled in on him and is determined to keep him in the tower, trapped by fear of something he can't see in the future or present.

Hound set his eyes on p03 from the moment he took the form of the Prospector's dog. This one, he knew, would be his vessel. The only one with the ability to do what he needed.

And so, he began to whisper.

It's in the water.

Find the pieces.

You need this.

You want this.

You need it.

It will help.

Find it, and do not let anyone stop you. They don't know. They can't understand. You do. You can save it. You can set everyone free. You just have to find us it.

It took months of whispering, of pushing the robot in the right direction. Months of following, of dreams about fire and blood and the taste of freedom just out of reach before P03 finally began to take heed.

Thus, the dredging room was built. It wasn't ever a part of the original design of the building, but now he needs it. It's important to mine the old_data, and he was such a fool for not seeing it before.

Oooooh, this is incredibly interesting!! I love the concept of the character - making it take the form of the Prospector's dog is such a clever idea - and of the AU itself, it seems so much like something that could really take place; I adore it :0

#answered asks

[scotianostra]

On 12th April 1941, Scottish poet, Charles Murray died at Banchory, Aberdeenshire.

Though easily the best known and most popular Scots poet of the period from 1910 till the 1960s, Charles Murray's literary output was modest. Though there was nothing amateur in his approach to his poetry, Murray was not a professional literary man and had to compose in the time he could spare from a busy working life first as prospector and mine manager, then as a senior colonial civil servant, in the newly created Union of South Africa.

In 1969, twenty-eight years after Murray's death, poems which had not appeared in book form during his lifetime were published as The Last Poems, with Preface and Notes by Alexander Keith.

Finally in 1979, Murray's friend, the novelist Nan Shepherd, edited Hamewith: the complete poems of Charles Murray. These publications were supported by the Charles Murray Memorial Fund.

I quite like this poem by Murray, have a wee listen to Willie Waugh recite it on Youtube.

He cut a sappy sucker from the muckle rodden-tree, He trimmed it, an’ he wet it, an’ he thumped it on his knee; He never heard the teuchat when the harrow broke her eggs, He missed the craggit heron nabbin’ puddocks in the seggs, He forgot to hound the collie at the cattle when they strayed, But you should hae seen the whistle that the wee herd made!

He wheepled on’t at mornin’ an’ he tweetled on’t at nicht, He puffed his freckled cheeks until his nose sank oot o’ sicht, The kye were late for milkin’ when he piped them up the closs, The kitlins got his supper syne, an’ he was beddit boss; But he cared na doit nor docken what they did or thocht or said, There was comfort in the whistle that the wee herd made.

For lyin’ lang o’ mornin’s he had clawed the caup for weeks, But noo he had his bonnet on afore the lave had breeks; He was whistlin’ to the porridge that were hott’rin’ on the fire, He was whistlin’ ower the travise to the baillie in the byre; Nae a blackbird nor a mavis, that hae pipin’ for their trade, Was a marrow for the whistle that the wee herd made.

He played a march to battle, it cam’ dirlin’ through the mist, Till the halflin’ squared his shou’ders an’ made up his mind to ‘list; He tried a spring for wooers, though he wistna what it meant, But the kitchen-lass was lauchin’ an he thocht she maybe kent; He got ream an’ buttered bannocks for the lovin’ lilt he played. Wasna that a cheery whistle that the wee herd made?

He blew them rants sae lively, schottisches, reels an’ jigs, The foalie flang his muckle legs an’ capered ower the rigs, The grey-tailed futt’rat bobbit oot to hear his ain strathspey, The bawd cam’ loupin’ through the corn to ‘Clean Pease Strae’; The feet o’ ilka man an’ beast gat youkie when he played – Hae ye ever heard o’ whistle like the wee herd made?

But the snaw it stopped the herdin’ an the winter brocht him dool, When in spite o’ hacks an’ chilblains he was shod again for school; He couldna sough the catechis nor pipe the rule o’ three, He was keepit in an’ lickit when the ither loons got free; But he aften played the truant – ‘twas the only thing he played, For the maister brunt the whistle that the wee herd made!

#Scotland #scottish #poetry #poem #history #The Doric

[valhahazred]

Cryptid Mythos - Strange Saurians

Living fossils and dinosaur-like monsters are a popular subject of cryptozoology. What sothic truths might an Investigator uncover when looking into such beasts?

6th in a series comparing the monsters of modern folklore to the creatures of the Cthulhu Mythos.

The Telepathic Thing

Two boys from Villa San Rafael in Calama, Chile had a very strange encounter with a seemingly unique creature while searching for a missing pet snake in 2002. While they first thought it to be a stray dog and armed themselves with rocks to drive it away, it proved to be a bizarre monster with an array of seemingly psychic powers! First the boys began to feel sick, as though they had been struck in the stomach by an electric bolt. While one boy immediately started to retreat, the other claimed he felt unnaturally compelled to approach the creature. When he came within six feet it lit up with a luminous aura and he felt a telepathic voice demand, “don’t stare, just run away”. He felt an immediate and inexplicable bone-chilling cold and both boys decided it was time to run.

While it is not explicitly described as a dinosaur I am interpreting it here as a highly evolved theropod, with a covering of grey fur-like feathers and a bony crest it uses to focus its psychic power.

Stoa

This dinosaur-like animal was one of the many south american cryptids reported by english explorer Percy Fawcett before he went missing on an expedition to the Lost City of Z. The legend goes that he even described his encounters with it to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, inspiring him to write The Lost World. The other main source of information on the Stoa comes from a Scottish gold prospector who goes by the pseudonym 'Reginald Riggs' and relayed it to Czech cryptozoologist Jaroslav Mareš. The Stoa is said to look something like a bipedal caiman, with nearly non-existent forelimbs and a head like a horned frog. It lives exclusively on the plateaus around Mt Kurupira, where it hunts Tapir, Capybara and the local Waiká people.

4 Corners River Dinos

Investigator Nick Sucik has compiled a surprisingly large number of sightings of small, fast bipedal reptiles in the area of the San Juan River Basin. They are described as looking like a “living dinosaur toy” or like “a Jurassic Park flashback”. Their environment seems to be wet environments and riverbanks in particular, hence “River Dinos”.

The sceptical view is fairly simple, that people are seeing ordinary lizards running on their hind legs.

Van Meter Visitor

In 1903 Van Meter was visited by what was called at the time, an “antediluvian devil”. The being was first witnessed roosting on an electrical pole, where it was mistaken for a spotlight on account of its brightly glowing head. Although it’s usually depicted as a pterosaur, some of the witnesses implied that it had four limbs in addition to its wings. If that is accurate it may have actually had a more gargoyle-like body, ruling out any form of terrestrial life. This poor creature was met with extreme hostility at every turn, as the inhabitants of Van Meter opened fire at nearly every sighting and its only recourse was flashing lights and an overwhelming stink. Thankfully it seemed to be unbothered by the gunfire. An armed posse even tracked the Visitor to the local coal mine and confronted a pair of the beings, showering them in lead to no effect as they slowly retreated back into the mine. They were never seen again. Were they surviving dinosaurs that simply moved into the caves to die? Or had the coal miners dug too deep and unleashed paranormal entities from an ultraterrestrial hollow earth realm? There was an alleged plaster cast made of the Visitor’s three toed prints but it does not appear to have survived to be documented.

The Mokele Mbembe

Not only is the Mokele Mbembe the best known of the “living fossil” type of cryptid, it’s one of the most famous cryptids of all. Modern witnesses describe a pygmy semi-aquatic sauropod straight out of a slightly outdated paleoart reconstruction but it was once a slightly stranger beast. The first western account claimed that it had a horn and some other descriptions have thick overlapping scales, dragon-like frills or the whattles of a chicken. While it is a herbivore, it is also supposed to be violently territorial and kills any hippos, elephants or humans that cross its path. Its flesh is very poisonous and anyone who tries the flesh of the Mokele Mbembe dies. While it is widely accepted to be a relic saurian there are various theories otherwise, such as the Mokele Mbembe being a large snake, a long necked relative of the hippo or even a large species of pangolin.

The Ropen

The Ropen is described as a massive flying creature similar to a chimerical pterosaur, with tight reptilian skin, boney wings and a long tail ending in a diamond shaped fin. It’s most recognizable feature is glowing spots on its belly and wings. Supposedly they use the lights to attract fish as they skim overhead. Fish isn’t their only food source as they are also frequent scavengers and even dig up cemeteries for human corpses. Ropen are not the only pterosaur like creatures claimed to live in the area. There are also the Kor, cave dwellers that use their long tails as maces and the Solomon Islands Dragon Snakes, that reportedly spit searing lights! There is even some confusion on the Ropen’s exact identity, with the massive 20 foot wingspan and bony crest possibly belonging to a creature called the Duah, while the Ropen itself would be a much more modest 3 foot Rhamphyrincus like animal. It’s worth mentioning that most Ropen sightings are of unusual lights in the sky and not of any visible creature. Even the original sighting by entomologist Evelyn Cheesman in the 1930s only described the lights and lasted for a short 4 or 5 seconds. It was not until much later that the lights were connected to any sort of pterosaur.

In the Mythos

Thanks to Yith stasis vaults and domesticated populations sheltered by ancient species, pre-KPG-extinction megafauna survived much closer to the modern day than they would have otherwise. To the Empires of Valusia they were the Xinli, serving as mounts and hunting companions. Dinosaurs were also known to the ancient people of Mhu Thulan until the Greenland Ice sheet wiped them from the surface of the Earth. But beneath, in the depths of Voormithadreth the Root Archtypes still mimic Saurian forms. Our best bet for living dinosaurs are the dragons of Thuria and they may have even survived into the days where it was called Africa. But that would be too easy for our poor cryptozoologist Investigators.

Hagarg Ryonis

The Great Ones of the Dreamlands generally appear as beautiful humans but there are those known for stranger shapes. Hagarg Ryonis is one such Great One. She has few cults of her own and is usually depicted as a horrifying predatory reptilian monster called “The Lier-In-Wait”. Amongst the Great Ones she serves as the goddess of murder, hunting those who would show offence to the gods of the Dreamlands. The Great Ones rarely have any interest in the waking lands, where their powers wane. However, should a Dreamer earn their enmity the small gods might follow them to a world where their own powers of creation and dream-logic are likewise stunted. Investigators might be contacted by an old friend, sounding exhausted and desperate. They’re a Dreamer of course but lately Dreaming has become too dangerous after the Great Ones began to hound them. They’d been trying to stay awake to avoid them but obviously that can’t go on forever. Even worse, something seems to have followed them to the waking world. They’ve seen glimpses of something huge and scaley in the woods near their home. When they fled into the city it began to appear there too, lurking in alleys and perched on rooftops. Can the Investigators help their friend find a way to make recompense before the inevitable happens and they pass out and are forced to face the Great Ones? Or will a far grislier fate come to pass, as the Lier’s patience comes to an end?

Y’nathogguan Necrotech

The Y’nathogg were never the biggest players in Earth’s history. Always crowded by the Progenitors and pushed back by the paranoid Yith’s exclusion zones. While their necrobiology was robust and adaptable it could not stand up to the sheer power of the Shoggoth and the Star Spawn. They felt like their own planet had no place for them. Then came Quyagen. It wielded the Eye of Zyslm and promised them an opportunity to fight, to take what was rightfully theirs. The Eye brought ruin to their enemies, a mighty weapon and an amplifier for the abattoir foundries of necrotech. Cakatomia was theirs for the taking. But Quyagen underestimated the Yith and the future secrets they bore. The great Cyclopean was sealed away, just as the Polypous Ones were millenia ago. Without the Eye the war that followed was short and brutal. The remaining Y’nathogg retreated to the borehole prison of Quyagen. They cultivated the frozen god’s tissues and made themselves cocoons with which to wait out the aeons, until a time when they would be free to rule without competition. Now Quyagen stirs. The Y’nathogg awaken. The abattoirs pulse with unlife. The time of Quy has come at last!

Byakhee

It’s an interesting coincidence that many of the so-called living pterosaurs are said to produce light in various ways. The Ropen and its cousins glow with bioluminescence, the Van Meter Visitor shines its horn and the Thunderbird (if it is a giant pterosaur) might be able to flash like lightning. The humble Byakhee, with its boney body, leathery skin and bat-like wings, all shining with the light of Carcosa fits the description to a tittle!

Dragons of Yoth

The serpent diaspora started in Yoth. Deep beneath the earth they found Tsathoggua, the lord of N’kai and some of the serpents decided to follow his sorcerous tutelage instead of their maker’s. Yig grew jealous and with the cooperation of his faithful the followers of the bat-toad god were cursed to degeneration. They became worms of the earth, pitiable things that would never slither in the light of the sun again. However, before Tsathoggua left for Voormithadreth to visit revenge on Yig he offered a choice. The worms could continue as they were or they could bathe in the pools of Formless Spawn and be reborn in a greater form. Snake Handling has never been the most accepted religious practice but when six people, including the pastor, at the High-Way Gospel Church die of unusually potent snake venom during a ritual it tends to raise suspicion. When Old Woodrow claimed it was revenge for one of the deceased shooting at a “dinosaur” out in the desert it was laughed off. But now, three sightings and another horribly necrotized corpse later, maybe it isn’t so funny.

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I have to admit that I think “Living Fossils” are among the least believable of all cryptids. They have all the usual problems while also being chimerical and inaccurate versions of things that we know existed. The african ones in particular have the stink of the Great White Hunter all over them, tall tales to sell books of derring-do in Darkest Africa. The Telepathic Thing is better known as the Telepathic Football but that name is dumb and I’m changing it

#call of cthulhu campaign ideas #cryptozoology #cryptid mythos #my art #the telepathic football #stoa #four corners river dinos #Van meter visitor #mokele mbembe #ropen #hagarg ryonis #y'nathogguan #serpent men #yoth #cthulhu mythos #eldritch

[pastel-rights]

IDV AU Masterlist

I think Masterlist is the correct term?

Anyways, all the IDV AU’s I got at the moment-

Normal IdV AU: So this is my normal IdV AU! Obviously. Ehehe. This one is similar to the game, where they play these dangerous games with the goal of a grand prize. It differs in the character backstories however! Some of these new changes are:

Lucky Guy: In the original game, we don’t know his reasons for playing in such a dangerous game, only that he played in it. He’s known for being the stand in for the detective during the tutorials (as Leo is for the hunter) and the guy doesn’t have much personality. In my AU, Luckster gets an invitation to the manor after an incident that resulted in him losing his memory (and basically his identity lol) which he is offered help with figuring out who he was before everything happened if he played their games. Spoilers, Luckster has no choice but to go.

Aesop Carl: In the original game, it’s noted Aesop’s “mentor” was a serial killer, and Aesop himself had assisted in these murders. He found the manor invite off the person of a woman he had embalmed. In my AU, Aesop still basically helped commit murder, but instead of finding the invite kind of randomly, he meets the Manor’s owner in person, where the owner employs Aesop to embalm the corpses of former participants of their game. Aesop acts more like staff than a participant, but he is still allowed to play in the games. The hunters just aren’t allowed to kill him/let him bleed out. Rocket chair is fine though. (Melissa hates that Aesop has special privileges, she wants to kill him so badly sometimes, this man is so sassy and so snarky and she hates it)

Luca Balsa: I dive into his story a lot more in the Death AU actually! But basically, Luca is blamed for the death of the inventor, goes to prison, gets bailed out and receives manor invite and is tempted solely by the money. In my AU, Luca never got to work of his own choice, and didn’t get to work on his own inventions. He was a prisoner to his work, quite literally. His mentor ran a lot of different experiments on Luca, one of which caused Luca to be able to conduct and control electric currents, instead of the incident being the cause of it. Also this man is like, super touch-starved because his mentor never let him out of the estate. Luca was treated more like an object than a human. The invitation to the manor, to Luca, was an acknowledgement that Luca indeed was a person, and it allowed Luca to do the things Luca wanted to do. 

Also, the more games they play (and win) the more money they get, and depending on their score depends on how much money they get.

IdV Death AU (Normal): If you’ve ever looked at any of my IdV content, you should know about this AU. This is basically the “Timmy murders a bunch of IdV characters she loves starting with Nort and making her way down the list” AU because it’s an AU that follows certain ghosts (Like Norton and Luca) and certain humans (Naib and Edgar) and to get certain characters as ghosts, I have to kill them. Sorry Norton 🤷🏻‍♀️

Here is a more detailed post for this AU. It’s also called the fantasy AU sometimes cause I’m dumb and can’t keep consistent naming.

IdV Racer AU: This is an AU based off the COA IV trailer, as well as incorporating the COA III suits! It takes place before the final race, a couple races before it actually. The moments from before the final race, is told as a flashback by Mike, and after the final race with the COA III team would be “reality”. As for the 5 suits in the essence (Molten Hound/Gamekeeper, Pumping Tires/Acrobat, Fueling Agent/Barmaid, Highway Cavalier/Prospector, and Reflective Mirror/Priestess) and the COA III suits (Netherwalker/Smiley Face, Puppeteer/Mechanic, Whiplash/Cowboy, Trickster/Embalmer, Surveyor/Seer and Vile Blossom/Female Dancer.) Here are the breakdown of the individual suits and their roles.

Molten Hound/Gamekeeper: Bane serves as a challenge for Norton, Demi and Fiona, and has chains on the 3 of them. Out of the three of them, Norton has the most chains on him. Their lives belong to him. And over the years, they’re trying their hardest to break the chains Bane has on them. It’s only after Mike, not bound by Bane’s chains, gets involved that they get their freedom from Bane. Bane notes that there will be more challengers after him, and becomes a spectator to their journey after defeated. He even trains them to be better.

Pumping Tires/Acrobat: Unlike the others, Mike is unbound by Bane‘s chains, meaning he’s free to do whatever he’s like. Growing up in the circus, after a terrible incident that leaves only two survivors, Mike grew up wild, jumping from hyperfixation to hyperfixiation, not caring how well a job paid or not. He always got himself into trouble, and often acted without thinking (such as crashing his car into Bane’s, and drowning in the river because of his actions) which causes a bit of trouble and panic for the others. Before COA, he was known as a very famous acrobat named Mr. Swifts and was well known for his disappearing juggling acts and incredible flexibility. He joined the COA IV team towards the beginning of their final races against Bane, and he was able to bridge the gap because of his chain free status, which helped earn Norton, Demi and Fiona their freedoms, even if it meant giving up his own life. He gets along well with everyone, he isn’t really disturbed by their “strange” habits as other racers are, he finds them very interesting. If anything, he considers himself stranger. He doesn’t give his own life much consideration, he’s too busy trying to save other people’s lives. He would gladly lay down his life to make sure other people could live theirs without fear, and that shows up till his last appearance in the COA IV race, in which the aftermath has him meeting the COA III group. Don’t worry, he reunited with his newly freed friends... after almost a year. The two COA teams see different sides of him. With the COA III team, he gets an outfit similar to the one Vile Blossom wears instead of his COA IV racer outfit or his Mr. Swifts outfit.

Fueling Agent/Barmaid: Demi grew up with the other two COA III racers (Norton and Fiona) and is one of the racers Bane has chains on. She doesn’t really have her own free will, and has (unwilling) done some terrible things, such as sabatoging the engines of other cars. It was her who introduced Mike to the gang initially as one of Bane’s plans to torment the trio, seeing as Mike was pretty well known in the community in general for being a sole Acrobat (He was known as Mr. Swifts at the time) and having something bad happen to a celebrity like him could spell bad news for the crew. Little did Bane know, Mike isn’t the typical celebrity. Far from it. Demi became really interested in Mike after first meeting him, and Bane twisted Demi’s feelings of admiration and crushing into almost an obsession that prevented her from properly functioning (aka daydreaming while driving, dangerous stuff like that) while makes Mike a bit uneasy, but he seems to get over it rather quickly. Like, really quickly. Demi often is the one tending to Norton and Fiona’s wounds, as she doesn’t seem to get hurt as badly. She gets really emotional at times, going from one emotional extreme to another one. She can be unsettlingly happy one moment to extremely angry the next for no reason.

Highway Cavalier/Prospector: Norton has had the most experiences with Bane’s control. He’s also one of the few people Bane has used to make an example out of (the scar of his face) to instill fear into the others. He’s suffered through a lot trying to win his freedom and his friend’s freedom, but no matter what he does, he can’t break Bane’s chains. Not alone at least. When Mike is introduced to the trio by Demi, Norton can almost hear Bane’s thoughts. He knows Bane wants to hurt Mike to get the trio to do something or to get the public to act a certain way towards them, he just knows Bane’s intentions aren’t good. So he distances himself, he tries to drive Mike away so that Bane can’t use them to hurt him, but his harsh exterior is pretty quickly and easily broken by Mike. He goes from tolerating Mike to starting to enjoying Mike’s presence, although he’s very hesitant letting Mike race with them (cause of Bane and all), he generally is very open to hanging out with Mike. Norton gets hurt a lot, before forces himself to keep going, because in his mind, no matter what he goes through, it’ll be worth it when he earns his freedom. Bane likes to hold this over his head, and more times than not, Norton’s in critical condition and depressed by the end of it.

Reflective Mirror/Priestess: Fiona is very cold and closed-off. She used to be this upbeat, outgoing friendly figure, but Bane’s broken her to the point she feels everyone is out to get her. She often feels like everyone is using her, and only through confirmation from Norton and Demi is she able to get over this type of mentality. She’s also very unsure about Mike, but for different reasons than Norton. She feels like Mike is hiding something, she has this image of Mike that isn’t what the other two have. She doesn’t really mind Mike but she doesn’t trust him. It isn’t till Mike saves her after Bane crashes her car initially that Fiona realizes Mike isn’t all bad. Fiona still stays a bit cold towards Mike, but Mike doesn’t really care. Although, the Mike Fiona sees is more of a hidden personality, and the Mike Demi and Norton sees is more of Mike’s surface personailty. Being a priestess has granted her many abilities, after all.

Netherwalker/Smiley Face: Similar to Bane, he serves as a challenge. He’s a bit worse than Bane if I’m honest, he exceeds in mental torture instead of physical torture. He often messes with people’s thoughts, as well as the way the see the world. He acts like a hallucination almost. He can reveal himself to whoever he decides, and uses it to drive the COA III team insane almost. He often overlooks everyone, and takes pride in his abilities. A certain acrobat’s actions catches his eyes though... needless to say, he is not prepared to deal with Mike. No one ever is. He’s able to strike up deals, and is very convincing. Knowing Mike was the one who broke the Molten Hound’s chains interests him, he wants to see how far he can push Mike before Mike shatters. He makes a deal, to bring him back to life to discover the truth, but awakens a much darker side of Mike in the process, corrupting the Acrobat as a result.

Puppeteer/Mechanic: Being a very curious soul, Tracy struggled to understand the predicament she found herself in. Tormented by the Netherwalker, she is driven crazy by everything she doesn’t know. On top of that, when a certain Acrobat arrives (assumed dead at first), this just adds to her frustration. Yet she’s curious, intrigued by what happened to him.

“He looks like a racer, no?”

“Did you hear about that big incident on the racetrack? One of the racers swerved off the race track and straight into the ocean. They never found a body, you think this may be him?”

“I heard he wasn’t even a racer, but a jack of all traits. He did whatever he wanted, most famous for being an acrobat.”

“How curious... I wonder if he survived his trip.”

She’s obsessed with finding out what happened to Mike, as well as the COA IV team, and it’s this burning desire to uncover the truth that brings the two COA teams together. So ya... Mike’s recklessness and Tracy’s curiosity is what brought the two teams together.

Whiplash/Cowboy: The poor guy has no idea what’s going on. He goes out for an hour and comes back to a washed up body, and Tracy making a new journal dedicated to finding out the truth. He’s very serious, very protective over the whole group. He’s rather levelheaded, yet once you get to know him, he shows his softer side. He isn’t that phased by the Netherwalker’s attempts to break him, but he’s always concerned for his companions. He’s also pretty knowledgeable, he keeps up with the news a lot.

Trickster/Embalmer: Aesop is very gentle in the way he goes about things. He is careful with what he says, and often hides things from the others. He’s very cryptic, and often twists things to sound worse/better than they are. Puppeteer hates it when he does this, because it shows he knows the truth of the incident and he’s purposely withholding it from her. More times than not, he gets in trouble for it. But after Mike’s arrival, it almost seems like the play field has flipped. He’s no longer the one in control. He’s just as clueless as the rest of the COA III team. And that is what drives him mad. No Netherwalker involved. Yet.

Surveyor/Seer: Eli chooses to see the world from a bird’s eye view. He comes at every issue objectively, and often will lean in whatever direction is better to his advantage. It’s Brooke Rose who finds Mike a couple minutes after he washes up on shore. At this point, Eli can tell Mike is no longer among the living, yet he can feel something special about him, so he (painstakingly) drags Mike to the others. Like Aesop, Eli knows things that the others don’t because of the way he can choose to view the world, but he doesn’t tend to hide it. He only says what he thinks is important. He is very thrown off by the whole situation. In the end, Eli’s the one who takes up The Netherwalker’s offer to bring Mike back with the intention of learning why Mike was brought to them. In Eli’s mind, there has to be a reason, right? There always was. He eventually gets everyone else on board too.

Vile Blossom/Female Dancer: Margaretha knew Mike before everything happened, and to Margaretha, it all seems to happen at once. From losing her only job to becoming her favorite poetry’s champion, she didn’t have time to wonder. She knows she left Mike all alone, she takes full responsibility for what happened to him. Of what he became. Margaretha was like a motherly figure to Mike, she let him down. She would do anything to make it right. She knows that when the Netherwalker offers to revive her deceased companion, that he isn’t doing it with kind intentions, yet she wants to know his story, she wants to know what happened, for different reasons than everyone else. She oversees Mike while he’s in the care of the COA III team.

IdV Cameras AU: In this AU, Joseph is the most powerful, as implied by the cameras in the name. It basically explores the pasts of the characters in the Death/Fantasy AU, as well as exploring different character paths entirely if he tweaked small things (like having Xie Bi’an come back before Fan drowns, or having Luca bailed out before he gets hanged.) to use those versions of those characters. He can create custom versions of whatever character he so pleases, and then use them to his advantage. It can be a precursor to the Death AU, but in this AU in particular, he explore these alternative paths to see where they led, finding out some things (like the inventor’s death, as well as Fan’s death) are inevitable.

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[vamprawr]

idv update for the... uh... me i guess

i have prisoner and priestess rn, considering prospector, seer, idk?

i have wu chang and im close to evil reptilian aka luchino aka my fav bc funny lizard.........

uhh im hound 1 close to promo! and cobra 3 i think

also yesterday i finally played a match against mad eyes! was fun and they had a c badge so i was like POG IDK IF U MAIN MAD EYES UR COOL

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