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diveronarpg · 5 years ago

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Congratulations, JULIE! You’ve been accepted for the role of LUCIEN. Admin Minnie: Goosie, I thought I loved Lucien’s bio and that it was the finest work I’ve ever read. But I was wrong. Your application for the very character you dreamt up, from your magical brain (and yes, inspiration from Shakespeare himself) is a whole new level I have genuinely yet to see from you. You have raised your own bar with this, truly. Lucien is every bit as human as he is an enigma; a man who walks among gods and demons, yet grieves like a small boy. He’s lost his family twice over, and I genuinely cannot wait to see what he’ll do next in your hands. Admin Rosey would also like to add: Julie what the actual -- this para sample is so impassioned I’m. In total awe. Wow. Again WOW. Please read over the checklist and send in your blog within 24 hours.

WELCOME TO THE MOB.

OUT OF CHARACTER

Alias | Julie

Age | 20

Preferred Pronouns | She/her

Activity Level | I just quit my job, so I’ll have more time to be online instead of working myself into the grave! I’ll still be working on our new house, however, so I’m hoping to churn out at least a reply a day if not more once I get threads kicked up.

Timezone | MST

Triggers | Infertility, miscarriage

How did you find the rp? | I’ve been here for a little over a year and you can’t get rid of me now, baby!

Current/Past RP Accounts | N/A

IN CHARACTER

Character | Lamprius / Lucien

What drew you to this character? | I think that Lucien sort of just clicks in my brain like a puzzle piece. As I was writing the app, I was like, oh no, I won’t be able to finish it in time, but that was obviously a fucking lie, because I word vomited about four-thousand words onto a google document for him, and it was the easiest time I’ve had writing in a while. I think his narrative and potential character arcs are so fascinating to me that there’s no way I could get him out of his head, even if I tried, and I want to see how far I can go with that.

Even moreso, I want to figure out what’s all the way underneath him, who he is at his core. At the end of the day, I think that Lucien is hiding from himself as much as he is from other people, and there’s something incredibly human about that. So many of us have difficulties looking at ourselves from different angles in the mirror, but Lucien looks every day from every angle and still struggles to reconcile with what he is, who he is, where he is. I think he could be a catalyst, if he’d only let himself be one, and writing that just plain sounds like fun.

There’s an additional mystery and mysticism to him that isn’t seen a lot in Verona save for within the neutrals. The Montagues and Capulets, try as they might, are not always able to hide their cards when they really, really need to do their best to not give themselves away. I’m thrilled at the very idea of playing someone who doesn’t always know what they’re doing, but everything about them is shrouded in so many facades and riddles that it literally doesn’t matter, so long as he looks like he does.

What is a future plot idea you have in mind for the character? |

I THINK THE END OF IT ALL MAY LOOK A LOT LIKE THE BEGINNING: I’d like to establish how Lucien is handling the grief that comes with the death of the Witches. Grief does weird, bad, ugly shit to people, and the Lucien coming back to Verona isn’t the same as the one who left it, even if he wasn’t gone for that long. To him, Hecate, Circe, and Medea were family. His own flesh and blood, after working with them for over a decade. He lost all of them in a matter of mere moments, and I’m interested in seeing if maybe he could be swayed to favor the Capulets over the Montagues just on the basis that it was Damiano who orchestrated their deaths. To all of Verona, the Witches were gods among men. They were unattainable, out of reach - but to Lucien, they were real people with lives and stories and faces and names he never got to learn the full extent of.

I NEED SOMEONE TO REMEMBER ME: Lamprius isn’t an alias I think many in Verona are familiar with, but maybe it’s time that changed. It’s implied that Lucien operated entirely behind the scenes for the Witches, so while they garnered a reputation for themselves, he might not have done anything for himself in that particular area. As the city shifts, in order to survive, Lucien needs to change with it - so I’d like to explore ways in which the name Lamprius means something to people, something larger than just Lucien ever could.

I’LL BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS ME: I’m interested in exploring Lucien’s relationship with Ronan, because as far as I can tell, Lucien hates the guts of the man he’s literally married to. I don’t think it was always like that. At some point, Lucien looked at Ronan with eyes clouded over by love, and that was enough to trip him up. There are advantages to being married to a member of the mob - namely, being looked over as inconsequential. But I think Lucien’s made it clear he’s not a wallflower, even to the Montagues, and stirs up trouble when given the opportunity. What happened along the way to get them where they are now? What broke?

YOU WILL OPEN THE YAWNING GRAVE: I’d be super interested in following this thread of figuring out just what the fuck happened to the Witches’ bodies, and if they left anything behind for him beyond what they didn’t give him up front. This could be prompted through the help of another neutral character, or maybe a sympathetic Capulet or Montague (potential blackmail?) - someone with resources, who knows what the Montagues do with their dead. He dug them empty graves, but there are moments where he can swear he hears their voices, and knows that he hasn’t left them behind yet. Not fully.

JUST GIVE ME A GLIMPSE, I HAVE TO KNOW: Who has Lucien helped, over the years? Who among the mobs has come to him, unknowingly, and asked for a favor, a pardon, aid in erasing their debt with the Witches? He’s been the sole deliverer and courier of misfortune and warnings that no one could have seen coming save for the Witches, and Lucien has tied himself to Verona and its residents just as much as they did. I’d love to see characters wrapped up in past affairs interact with Lucien, if there’s any chance he might have saved their lives or hurt their chances of survival at the bequest of Hecate, Circe, or Medea. They weren’t immune to influence from the Capulets and Montagues, as much as they would have liked to be, and by default, neither was Lucien.

WHO’S A HERETIC, NOW?: I think, to some degree, there are a certain number of characters realizing that the life they are currently leading in Verona is not sustainable, and not quite as golden as they thought it would be. Lucien’s well aware of the fact he can’t do what the Witches did all on his own. He needs people to lean on, those who can aid him in moments of moral weakness and lead him away from this path of revenge that is very slowly coming to the surface. He needs a guiding hand to aid him in his hereticism, because I think if he tries to do this all by himself, he’ll literally go mad. This is, of course, at the discretion of the admin team and members, but I’d love to see where this route could go after a while.

Are you comfortable with killing off your character? | Sure!

IN DEPTH

I. When he is seventeen he goes to the police and tells them his father has been shot dead -- unintentionally -- and demands justice. He can’t remember the feeling out of it but his body can recall that particular anxiety with relative ease. The way he’d stood, spine straight, jaw clenched, hands clenched into fists with nothing to aim at. He can remember shaking, and after getting home to a mother who had stress-cleaned the kitchen three times, nearly vomiting on the not-newly polished floor.

When he says it, the police look at him like he’d told them he had been the one to shoot his father, and confessed. He’s resolutely aughed out of the station. One cop -- a tall, statuesque woman with hard eyes and ashen hair, skin mottled with acne scars and what could be a broken nose or just a crooked one -- leads him out with a guiding hand on his shoulder. He is sweating. His hair is sticking to the back of his neck. It feels like the whole of him is trembling.

They walk a ways before she lifts her hand, and he comes to realize she has led him to a quieter back alley. A metal door creaks open and a man in a butcher’s apron carries out a trashcan of meat entrails and sets it aside. Lucien looks away, but not before he sees a cat leap down from its perch to feast on the newfound opportunity. It has a pink collar, sleek golden fur, and a tag that he can see even from here which says Helios. A strange name for an alleycat, even if it is well-loved.

It is then that he realizes this woman could kill him. He swallows, hard. She lets go of him and comes around to look him in the eye. “I want you to listen to me, very carefully.” Her eyes are all steel, brow set low. He nods, because it’s the only thing he can think to do.

“If you go after this dog it will bite you and it will not let go until you are dead. You might think you have the resources -- a dog-catcher, a shock collar, a knife, a gun, a leash. It won’t matter what you use, and it won’t matter how long you try. It will be pointless.” She keeps her words at a whisper, voice scratchy. It’s only then that he notices the long, horizontal, thin scar dragging across her throat, the peek of a blue-and-gold hints of a tattoo at her collar, script that reads CAPULET--

She doesn’t miss that he’s looking, and she grabs his face by her whole hand. “If you are smart, you will go home, to your sad little life, and you will sit and be miserable and die choking on your dinner instead of your blood. But you’ll be safe. Do you understand?” He nods, hesitant, and she shakes her head, tightens her grip. “Tell me you understand.”

“I understand.” With the way she’s holding him it sounds more like I undershtand. He doesn’t know if he’s ever been so humiliated, shame and embarrassment burning bright in his chest.

She releases him, and Lucien stumbles backwards. He hits brick, feels cool clay against his back, and the woman leaves without saying another word. He doesn’t know how long he stands there, waiting for her to return and bury her teeth in him. She does not.

The cat, licking its chops, its whiskers dripping with the red of discarded carcasses, looks up and stares. He stares back.

II. He’s never been to the Roman bathhouse before, but with the sun gliding behind the mountains and settling in for the night, with the way the orange and gold glints across the stone, it looks like something out of a painting. When he steps through the doorway the torches are lit, guiding him further down the long main hall. There are sitting rooms to the sides, but no visible directions beyond the light licking at the wood-etched walls.

At the end of the hall, it splits off: women’s, and men’s. A golden-furred cat sits at the entrance to the men’s door. He opens it, and it slips through -- he follows, and is met with a pool of glossy-looking water. The architecture is beautiful: pillars spiral up towards the ceiling, and the whole room is like one giant flame, warm and welcoming. The water is -- steaming. The pool occupies the entirety of the room: there are only stairs into the water on one side, and stairs out of it on the other.

The cat winds its way between his legs and mrows. He kneels and scratches at the corner of its ears, and it purrs before wandering off into the dark, collar jingling as it goes. Lucien looks back at the water, and empties his pockets. When he sets his wallet on the floor, a door that hadn’t been there before on the other side creaks open. On the other side stands a figure, beckoning with an open palm. Fear leaps into his throat.

“If you cannot get around, then the only way is through. This is your first lesson..”

He kicks his shoes off and steps in. The water, at first, reaches his ankles. It’s pleasantly warm, and even clothed, it’s immediately tempting to derobe and stay in forever. He wades further into the depths, and when it reaches his waist, the edges of his brain feel pleasantly foggy. What was he here for?

The figure on the other side, robed only in shadows, waits.

The water goes no deeper. He keeps moving, feeling slow and sluggish. The water, which was warm before, is suddenly boiling. He looks at his hands and they are no redder than they were when he stepped in. The length of the pool feels infinitesimal, like he’ll never reach the other side no matter how much he wants to. Waves lap at the edge of the pool and move closer, foaming at the edges like ocean waves. There is something tugging at him, telling him to go back in. To lay down and hold his breath.

What is this?

He keeps going, though. When he places his foot on the first step up, something icy grabs at his left wrist, tugging him away. The figure waits and watches. The hand holding onto him tightens, even as he pulls. “Let go!” Lucien’s voice echoes around the room, loud, a little too high-pitched to convey peace. His head is swimming. His thoughts are swimming. He’s swimming.

The thing, whatever it is, pulls him under the water. He struggles against it, and though it is shallow, he cannot seem to rise the mere half-foot up out. It feels as though a thousand pounds are weighing down on his chest, individual pieces of steel. He kicks his legs. Not like this. Not like this! Black swarms at the edge of his vision. It’s a last-ditch effort, but he tries to set up regardless --

And wakes up completely dry, coughing, in a dark room. There is a mahogany table in the center, and three people gathered around it. They seem caught up in quiet conversation. Something about what to have for dinner? He rolls over, tries to stand, and finds he is too weak. He pukes, instead, and what comes out looks less like bile and more like inky-black ichor. Panic surges through him. He turns his head, at a strange angle, and looks at them.

They are all staring at him. He opens his mouth to speak and finds that words will not come out. Instead, there is only a strange croaking noise which spills out of him in a hurry. The tallest of them -- the one standing in the center -- smiles. “Congratulations,” they say. Their voice is a low timbre in their chest. “You made it through.”

III. For a man who so vehemently claims to hate Battista Tahan, Lucien’s husband seems to talk about him a fair amount. He’s not unused to idle chatter that Ronan likes to fill space with, but this is a new level of dedication to blathering words.

Lucien is staring out from the kitchen window and eating blueberries right from the pack over the sink. (Rinsed, obviously.) The gardener did something strange with the arrangement of the chrysanthemums and he can’t decide if he likes them or not. The sound of a lawn mower roars from nearby, and the front doors is open as the maid sweeps out the hall at the entryway.

Ronan is digging through the fridge. Judging by the sound, it’s probably the top shelf, where all their medications go. It’s only eight in the morning: he hasn’t taken them yet, if Lucien had to guess, but the details of Ronan’s routine are up in the air these days. He’s been spending more time at the apartment, unable to focus on his work at home.

The berries are good. Maybe if they planted roses instead of chrysanthemums next year? No, roses are difficult to dig out. He wouldn’t want to create that sort of problem for the next owner. He hates the color of roses, too, so there’s that.

“-I can’t even believe he asked me. I could have killed him right there. I don’t think I’ve ever been so angry,” Ronan is saying.

“Mhm,” Lucien replies. Who decided blueberries needed to be called blueberries? What a boring name. He wonders what the name for blueberries are in Scandinavian.

“Are you even listening to me? I just said-- are those all the blueberries?” Lucien turns, looking at his husband. He’s leaning against the island countertop. It’s early enough in the morning that he’s only using a cane, not his brace. He needs a haircut, too, and he looks like he hasn’t slept in a week. Lucien frowns, pops another berry into his mouth and chews. Ronan watches the way his jaw works with obvious hunger.

Eugh. Disgusting. The berries turn sour in his mouth.

“Don’t you have a job to do? I remember you saying something about Camilla Grieco at dinner last night. And it’s end-of-month.”

“I don’t care,” Ronan replies. “Are those all the blueberries? I was going to eat those.”

Lucien nods. Ronan outstretches his hand, reaching. He’s not wearing his wedding ring this morning. He immediately feels like twisting his own on his finger, an unfortunate nervous tell. Lucien turns to face the window again. The gardener is watering the flowers with a beaten-looking can, a wheelbarrow sitting three feet away. She has a nice sunhat. He’ll ask where she got it, he thinks. He dumps the rest of the blueberries into the sink and flicks the disposal on.

For a blissful ten seconds, there is no talking. Just the churning of blades and working mechanisms. It’s wonderful. Lucien goes to exit the kitchen, gives Ronan a neutral look as he leaves. Ronan, to his credit, is not balking, because they’re used to each other by now, but he’s gripping the counter so tight the edge of his hands are turning white.

“Oops,” Lucien says. “I didn’t know.”

IV. His mother remarked often that as a child he did not cry. He was quiet, snuffled more than he did sob - even when he broke his arm, he didn’t wail, he sort of just… whined. Lucien did not learn that a lack of emotional vastness was something to be cherished in Verona until his father died, and he was able to hold his mother while she shattered and still managed to stand after.

It’s good, the Witches always said, but it’s only a start. Hecate was the best at expressing their displeasure with his wide-ranging array of reactions, even if by comparison Lucien’s face didn’t do so much as twitch. They made him stare at his own face for hours, smooth out any lines until there was nothing there. Just a blank mask. No name, no face, no personality, no humanity. Just a shell.

“That’s what you need to be,” Circe had said, “if you want to avenge your father. You cannot be Lucien when you pull the trigger, or you’ll miss.” And Lucien had believed them. He’d dedicated himself to being nothing but a body, wandering through crowds and negotiating deals and stepping back from the table when necessary. He doesn’t think he even smiled on his wedding day. He didn’t even cry when his mother- when she-

Nothing. Keep yourself drained. You are a vessel that holds nothing.

He’d thought it sounded melodramatic, all those years ago, just starting out. But it was true. Anger and sadness make your hands tremor, betray hatred. Happiness alludes to pride, which can cause the bottoms to fall out of deals before they’re ever solidified. In the end, nothing on the inside matters. It doesn’t matter what he feels about things, who he is buried all the way down in dirt. The land is barren. Nothing grows.

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

The bodies of the Witches swing on stage and the crowd screams in terror. He hears a couple a few seats behind him chuckle. For a moment, he can’t process - it doesn’t make sense. Nothing clicks. And then he realizes that those are their bodies, their faces, their tongues lolling out of their mouths. That is Hecate’s bracelet. Medea’s ring. Circe’s necklace.

The world breaks out into violence but for Lucien there is no sound save for a murmur. A whisper at the back of his head. It suddenly makes sense. They’d burned all physical evidence of their deeds, workings, misdoings. They’d given everything they had to Lucien. Had they known they’d die tonight? Surely not. Hecate would have tried talking their way out. Circe wouldn’t have come at all. Medea would have accepted it, stoic. Resolute.

It’s bizarre. Lucien is still, but Montagues and Capulets bite viciously at each other’s throats and don’t let go. Men and women alike limp out of the theater, their pride wounded and hearts broken. All Lucien can think about, perhaps manically, as he stands in an empty room with only three corpses to accompany him -

Hecate had been so excited to wear those shoes.

Lucien cries when he cuts their bodies down and leaves them there. He cradles each of them, if only for a moment, because if anyone is watching, it will be his own undoing. Their bodies are still warm. He doesn’t know what the Montagues do with the dead they don’t care about, but it doesn’t matter. He’ll dig them up, if he has to.

“I’ll come back,” he promises. “I will.”

He doesn’t ever find their bodies, in the end. But he digs them graves, six feet deep, with his own two hands. It’s gruesome work. The headstones are the heaviest thing he’s ever had to carry, but they deserve recognition. In the end, Lucien doesn’t think they could have been faceless forever, even if they wanted to be. Once their stones are standing, overlooking the city the Witches gave everything to, he does the one thing he swore to them he would never do: he leaves.

INTERMISSION: Wait. Hold on. That would be too easy, wouldn’t it? He wouldn’t leave things in the air like that, would he? Where would he go? What would he do? That doesn’t -- it doesn’t make any sense. I need another drink. Do they have champagne in the lounge, you think? No, leave my coat there. No one will steal our seats, that way. Where’s my purse? Is the fifth act really the best place to put an intermission?

V. He returns in mid-February to a city in turmoil, ripping apart so slow it’s like watching molasses move across an angled countertop. Anywhere else, it would be over quickly, but in Verona, the black treacle grips to the granite like it has nothing left to live for. And it doesn’t.

It rains, on his drive back from the airport, and he likes watching the city lights glimmer off the asphalt. He doesn’t bother going home - he goes to the apartment instead. They still haven’t fixed the elevator, so he takes the stairs, bags in tow, and fiddles with the sticky lock on his door. When he enters, everything is covered in a thin sheen of dust. Untouched. Not a fingerprint to be found. It’s dead silent. It’s exactly what he wanted to come back to: proof that no one has done anything they shouldn’t have. Reassurance that things have truly stopped in Verona since the Witches were so mercilessly slaughtered.

The time’s come to get the wheel turning again. He digs through the cupboards to find something to make tea with, and then settles in. The first thing he does is call Loretta, to say hello after a long period of radio silence. It seems like the right thing to do. She picks up after the first ring, and a warmth in his chest blooms at the sound of her voice.

They discuss plans of action, movement, maps across the entire city. And then they talk about the Festival, and the turmoil between the Capulets and Montagues. This whole thing is ready to fall apart, but no one is willing to let it.

Worse, still: Verona isn’t ready to change. It never will be, in the end. Lucien knows that. It’s been set in its ways for too long. He’ll rend it apart, if he has to. He’ll break the bone if that means the limb will set itself right again.

Extras: A playlist, a pinterest board, an inspiration tag.

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mekatrio · 3 years ago

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this got really long so its under a read more LOL. my thoughts on rs arc

soooo my overall thoughts on the rs arc... hm. i feel like i got final fantasy 8-ed LOL. meaning i enjoyed it as i experienced it but the shit in the ending negated too much of what i was anticipating. which particularly sucks bc i REALLYYYY Love ruby's character and suprisingly even the romance that was built w sapphire! i was very 🤨🧐 at it at first cuz i was worried it was just gonna be another case of "wow girl and boy in the same proximity they HAAAVEE to have a crush on each other." but no it was actually built onto more to a point where i could actually accept it, though i wish ruby at least wore a different hat or something as a kid cuz goddamn does that make sapphire look a bit dumb for not recognizing the same hat.. 😭 but thats just a nitpick. it did turn out satisfyingly cute in the end like aw

ok ill gush a bit more about the parts i liked abt this arc b4 i pick apart everything i disliked about its ending. not to say that its an immediately bad thing cuz it isnt, cuz it was handled p well in the previous arcs, but i did like how none of the gym leaders were evil this time around haha. like they were definitely well-developed in the last arc too.. but i guess it was nice that a hefty amount of limelight got to fall on them this time around thanks to the magma and aqua admins. we had the whole gym leader tournament last arc but its not quite the same. their contributions to the climax wasnt as great as these hoenn leaders evacuating an entire region.

and again i really love ruby's character, and by extension sapphire's. they have a really good humor together, and its definitely the best handling of 2 rivals in this series so far. like i love gold+silver and red+blue, but them sharing the same goal and having.. complementary ideals kind of diminished their effect. not to mention theyre actually a trio and green and kris get sidelined a lot just for the sake of the main two like 😑 but ill get more into that on a seperate post. basically i think ruby and sapphire's rivalry are the strongest bc theyre not a trio (rest in shit wally), their ideals are extremely contrasting (power vs beauty), and they pursue different goals bc of it. the self-imposed time limit is also great and helps make the story feel more concentrated, cuz u have a better idea of how much time is passing and how much time is left. not to mention how both of their backstories make both the time limit and the story behind their ideals much much more significant in a great way i wasnt expecting. i may have missed a few but i kinda wished there were just a slighttt bit more hints cuz it kinda felt like it came out of left field, but its fine. it works out in the end. these two were great both as individual characters and as partners.

i liked the prevalently tropical vibes of hoenn, and i liked how more coordinated the antagonist teams were this time around. it was just as good as the previous mask of ice! a great antagonist is what makes a great arc. and this time we had two! and they were handled really well (except for courtney but she has her own paragraph coming up lmao). not much more to say about this, team magma and aqua were just really well written. i really like how team aqua had control of the media and that bought in the whole "importance of the press" aspect. gabby and ty were great side characters too. i think how relicath circled back in the plot was great. geez this arc was seriously really good until its ending, with things that were made apparent earlier(abandoned ship, relicath, new mauville, etc) coming back full circle to be significant in the climax.

and i think those are my praises for this arc.. i really did enjoy it. but the ending diminished a lot of it. so now heres what i did Not like about the ending:

firstly, the whole debacle with courtney... augh. its good she didnt just come in at the very end and made gradual appearances thruout this arc (unlike SOME plot points. looking at u celery stick) but i dont think it was nearly enough to balance out how much she ended up contributing in the climax. like i really dont think there was enough buildup to justify her taking sapphire's place. ruby's actions of yeeting sapphire out the way got justified with the full exposure of norman's backstory which was honestly pretty badass and i did not see that coming (like im not happy w sapphire getting booted out but at least theres good justification ��), but that justification did Not extend to courtney. i like courtney's whole contest and beauty backstory but bro that REALLYY isnt enough to redeem her OR make her this significant in the very end. whats most upsetting about this though isnt the existence of courtney as a character but the fact that whatever potential role sapphire couldve filled out in the climax just got completely robbed. sadly she joins kris and green in "female character not contributing as much to the climax as they should be" club. but more on that later..

next up is wally. tho i liked that ruby and sapphire being a duo instead of a trio meant better development of those two, there still is a tertiary character.. wally! his introduction, and being mentioned again by ruby in verdanturf was good, but his contribution to the climax just felt really.. eh. like he doesnt even get to command rayquaza, dude just wakes it up and gets ditched like huh. i like his character, pretty generic and whatever but its still good. his new design looks sick. but i feel like he shouldve been more significant, like he doesnt need to take normans place, but i feel like he couldve at least taken the blind kids place? or absol couldve been relegated to him too somehow?? there were a lot of plot threads that wounded back to the finale and it just feels like a waste of wally's character to have him do this one and only thing. how he was handled is nowhere as bad as courtney and celebi but it definitely was Eh.

and now celebi... You. luckily i actually knew celebi would come around, cuz if i didnt and i was completely blindsided i wouldve probably be even more annoyed! the thing is i dont actually mind celebi playing a part into all of this. what i find very annoying tho is that celebi was used to commit the unforgivable writing sin of Not Commiting To A Death. when u write a death... commit to it!!! but this doesnt mean i dont think ways of reversing those deaths shouldnt be permitted, and it doesnt mean i wholeheartedly think "dead characters should always stay dead". i think its ok if dead characters come back around, but only if the fact that THEY DIEDDD really make its fcking point! there are two ways i think this arc couldve handled it better:

1.) not have celebi in here at all but instead have permanent deaths but lower that death count, i think norman is the only one who needed to die, and maybeee steven. everyone else felt too much like fodder. but the writing doesnt seem like it had the time to deal with grief while still trying to achieve a happy ending for ruby and sapphire which is why they went about it the way they did so..

2.) kill EVERYONE. yknow what it wouldve been sick if ruby fucked up big time by not bringing sapphire with him, and that causes everything to go to shit. like, Everyone gets fucked (and dies or nearly dies). then celebi would have to do some majoras mask shit and then ruby can no longer betray sapphire. that would remedy a lot of the issues i hv w this ending. but anyways yeah, it doesnt specifically need to play out the way i suggested, but i think the stakes being higher would make celebi's inclusion more meaningful. like this climax truly felt like a disaster, like an actually doomsday. needing time itself to turn the tide on it is actually fine. but using it to just reverse a measly 3 deaths (technically 5 but only 3 are highlighted importantly lmao) just feels cheap.. it would have been more meaningful if celebi came into play when the stakes were much higher, if the death count being reversed is a lot more. when celebi came around theyve technically already won. it just feels CHEAP cuz this celery stick really just came in because the writing couldnt commit to these few deaths. like man go big or go home. have no one come back to life, or everyone come back to life. or else shit is just cheap!

and lastly.. i feel like ruby's and norman's relationship was very misleading, and not in a good way. and actually now that i think about it, theres actually a bit too much to say abt it then what i can reasonably fit here so ill make a seperate post for that LOL. two more accompany post if my adhd doesnt get the best of me is are 1.) norman and ruby and 2.) kris and sapphire getting the short end of the stick.

YAYYY post over. rs arc is better than rbg but not as good as yellow or gs. sad. i hope the next few arcs dont let me down or i might end up dropping pokespe before the bw arcs 🤨

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askthemcdgals · 7 years ago

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hey uh admin ur so great wow!! i love your artstyle and this blog so dang much augh!!!!!

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sillyheadcannons · 7 years ago

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(Fixed typos) Passionate sins. (Bendy x Alice lemon 2)

It has been a few weeks since Bendy and Alice had “fun”, and Bendy seemed to be acting strange.

“Uhhh… It felt so good.. But why am I feeling so weird?” He kept questioning himself in his mind. “I feel, stressed.. But not the normal kind of stress. What is wrong with me?” He walked back and forth trying to figure it out. “I keep getting sweaty.. Maybe I’m sick?” Just then Alice walked in the room. “Hi, Bendy! … What’s wrong?” “AH! Oh, hi Alice! It’s nothing, I’m fine!” "Really? Because your “tail” is telling me otherwise.“ "Wh-What?” He was confused, until he looked down. “AH! Oh.. U-um…” He finally realized what he’s been feeling. Sexual tension. Or in other words, desire. The desire to kiss her passionately again, and to feel the pleasure they shared a few weeks ago. He started to blush and sweat more. “Uh.. I’m sorry, I guess I just m-missed how good it felt a couple weeks ago..” He tried looking around to find something to focus on, he didn’t know if Alice would want to do it again. “Bendy, Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling horny again~?” She walked closer to him, to the point where their faces were practically touching. “U-UH! I guess because I didn’t know if you wanted to have sex again. I’m sorry..” He said while blushing more. “Well, I think that’s a good idea~” She slowly moved her hand down and stroked him. “A-AH! Alice~!” He didn’t think it would be this sudden, he closed his eyes and groaned. “Hng~ It, it feels g-good~” Alice stroked faster, causing Bendy to groan louder. “Augh! Alice, don’t stop~” He wanted this pleasure to last forever, but Alice suddenly stopped. “W-what? Why did you stop?” Alice then bent down on her knees. “UH?! A-ALICE WHAT ARE YOU-” He got cut off by Alice kissing the tip of his member. “A-Agh~!” Alice kept kissing it, then took it in her mouth, bobbing her head slowly at first. “AHH~! Alice, I didn’t know you were t-this dirty~” Bendy threw his head back, it felt amazing. Alice kept bobbing her head, picking up pace as she did so. “Ngh, Faster~” Alice did as she was told and went faster. “Uhgh~ I’m going to cum~!” He finally released and ink filled Alice’s mouth. “Ahh~ That f-felt amazing~” Bendy tried to catch his breath, when he looked down he saw Alice with ink all over and spilling out of her mouth. She swallowed it all. “U-uh..!” This made him blush like mad, he was expecting her to spit it out. “D-damn she’s a dirty girl..” He kept staring a her, eventually broken out of his trance when he heard her make a noise. “Mmm~ That tasted good~” She was wiping off the rest with her fingers and then licked them. This made bendy blush even more, how did she look so sexy doing that?! He couldn’t control himself, all of these turn ons made him transform into his ink form. “Alice~ I can’t wait any longer~” He gently grabbed her arms and pinned her against a wall. He kissed her passionately, causing her to moan a little. “Mmm~” He licked her bottom lip and she denied entrance. “Hmm, playing hard to get I see?.. I can fix that~” He slid his hand under her dress and rubbed her through her panties. “Ah~” Her moan gave him enough time to slide his serpent-like tongue in her mouth. They fought for dominance, he of course won. He licked every inch of her mouth, leaving no part untouched. “Mmm~ Bendy~” She spoke between moans. “You taste like devil’s food cake. Have you been using the Ink Machine to make it? Naughty girl, I expected you to have Angel’s food cake!” He said sarcastically, causing Alice to blush and gently slap him. “Heheh.. Now, the fun part~” He removed his grip from her arms and took off her dress, leaving her with just her bra and panties. He tried to take her bra off but from the angle he was at he struggled, Alice giggled and helped him take it off. “Beautiful~” He stared at her chest, although he’s seen her breasts before he was still amazed by them. He squeezed them, causing another moan from Alice. “Ahh~ Bendy~” “So soft~” He licked and bit them, not too hard but enough to leave small marks. “ooh~” He took off her panties and knelt down. “Bendy? Are you doing what I think you’re doing~?” "If you think I’m about to taste you again, you’re right~“ He said with a smirk and started to lick her entrance. "AHH~! Oh, Bendy~!” He kept licking and stuck his tongue in as deep as it would go, then pulled it out, and put it back in. “AH~! Bendy, I’m going to c-” She didn’t finish her sentence in time and came into his mouth. “AAH~!” She screamed in pleasure, then tried to catch her breath. “Mmm~ You still taste good toots~!” He got up and thought aloud for a moment. “Now, which position should we try first?” Alice blushed hard at this question. “Oh, I know~!” He took her and lifted her up, knowing what he was trying to do she wrapped her legs around him. He put his member at her entrance. “This is going to be good~” He slowly pushed it in, making Alice moan. “A-Ah~!” "Hnng~ Wow toots, are you stressed? You still feel so, nhgh, tight~“ He stuck his tongue out and enjoyed the expression of ecstasy on Alice’s face. "Ooh~ B-BENDY~! Faster, please!” “Oh? You want me to go faster huh~? Well then. Beg.” “W-what?” “You heard me~” "B-Bendy, please..“ She moved trying to get him to fuck her, but failed. "Ah-ah-ah, toots. You need to beg~” “Bendy, please! J-just… Please!” She was sweating from feeling so horny. “Please Bendy, pleasure me!” "Louder toots. I want you to scream my name~“ He started moving at a painfully low rate. "Please! Please Bendy, I need you~!” She tried using her seductive tone, hoping it would work. “Hmm. I don’t know toots, that’s not a scream~” He really wanted to pound into her as hard as he could, but held himself back. “Bendy~! I NEED YOU! AH~” The wait finally made her say something that he never expected her to say. “FUCK ME~!” "… W-what?..!“ "You heard me Bendy, fuck me!” Alice couldn’t take it anymore, she moved her hips forward, causing his member to go inside her, then moved back again. “AH~! BENDY!” “Angh~!” He couldn’t hold himself back anymore and slammed into her. “Alice~!” "Bendy~! Please, f-fuck me!“ Bendy kept thrusting at an insane speed, he finally felt himself close to cumming again. "Alice.. I’m going to cum again~!” “Me too..” He kept thrusting, but suddenly stopped. “Huh? Bendy! Why are you stopping?!” Alice seemed desperate to climax, but Bendy had a great idea. He smirked and put her on the floor on her hands and knees and positioned himself again. “Bendy?!” Alice didn’t know if this was going to hurt. considering how big his member was in his ink form. “Ok Alice, this might hurt at first but it’ll feel good after a little while.” He reassured her and pushed his member into her. “AHH!” Alice screamed and closed her eyes while a few tears began to form. Bendy leaned forward and kissed her back and waited for a few seconds, then moved. “Ahh! Alice~!” "Bendy..“ it still hurt but she decided to push through it. After a few more thrusts she started to feel pleasure. "Ah~ Bendy, I-I didn’t know you were t-this w- WILD~!” She couldn’t help but scream the last part of her sentence. “Alice~ NNGH!” her tight walls felt so good against his member, he kept fucking her doggystyle. “AHHH~! Bendy, faster! Please!” He thrusted into her ass harder and faster. “AGHH!” He was close again and so was Alice, he pulled out and laid back, then put her on top of him. Thrusting every time she lowered onto him. “Ahh~ Bendy~!" Her moans echoed through the room, he watched as her breasts bounced with each thrust. "Damn, how is she so beautiful?!” He thrusted and thrusted. “Aghn~ Alice~!” "Bendy~! I’m about to cum!“ Hearing this made him flip them around, he put his hands on the floor and began thrusting. "Ahhh~! Toots~!” Hearing him say it like that made her even closer to climaxing. “Bendy, ooh~ F-fuck me hard~!” He pounded into her as fast and as hard as he could, the pressure in his member kept growing and it began to throb, he needed to release. “ahhgh~” "Bendy! I-I need you~!“ She was so close, it hurt but felt so good at the same time. They both stuck their tongues out and Alice rolled her eyes up. Bendy couldn’t hold back after seeing how much she was enjoying it. He thrusted one more time and came, throwing his head back. "AHHGH~ ALICE~!” Alice wasn’t too far behind, she climaxed right after, throwing her head back as well. “BENDY~!” She screamed so loud it would be able to be heard from the first floor. “Ahh~! That, that was amazing~” bendy pulled out and laid next to Alice. “Y-yeah!” She tried to catch her breath. Bendy moved her head towards him and kissed her. “I love you so much Alice.” "I love you too Bendy.“ They snuggled up against each other and just laid on the floor. Alice slowly fell asleep in his arms. "Aw, tired huh? Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe while you sleep.” He smiled and held her close. He stayed up all night and watched over her. When she woke up he was sleeping, still in his ink form. She could see him drooling a little too. “Oh Bendy, you really are too cute to be a demon.” She smiled and kissed his cheek and laid back down.

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HOLY MOLEY THIS IS WOWOWOWO

~Admin Killer

#bendy and the ink machine #alice angel #Bendy the Dancing Demon #OHHHH ITS KINKY #LOOK AT THAT SMUT #WOOO #admin killer #submission

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voraciouspangolin · 19 days ago

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That is an absurd amount of admin+zepheniah dust to be following her around- I think she kneeled in the dust, catatonic, eyes unblinking, staring at what she thought her life would have been

I like that engie had a glass of water ready for her. I also like that he knows the administrator is gone, her entire scheme is over- I mean, it makes sense. He was there when the admin cracked that last vial of australium and took it all.

I think the whole death of the admin, I think this implies that the admin spent almost an hour straight in that cave of hers, talking to zepheniah. Going over her past, over his past, the way she inserted herself into his future.

I'm mildly upset that he doesn't have his gunslinger- but that's compliant to the way he was drawn in the comics previously, I suppose

Engie sitting down across from her and talking. He doesn't even ask what happened- he knows his employer is dust on the floor. Instead, he openly talks about his perspective of it. This gives me the vibe that pauling and engie are pretty close as work acquaintances, if not friends. Engie seems disapproving of the admin's endeavours, but not in the sense that he saw her as evil. Sure, he probably has his reservations with the admin's choices, but his moral grayness and choice to look past the evilness of it all, it really solidifies that he's a mercenary. He's even casually entertaining that pauling could fill the role of the admin, or create a new role to fulfill what pauling thought she would devote her life to, saying she could become whatever she wants, with the tone of voice of coworkers talking shop.

I like how dejected miss pauling looks. Hunched over, hair messy, outfit full of dust. Glass of water half drunk. She looks shell shocked, almost. I also like how engie is acting as a rock in this situation- he's grounding her, tying her down to reality. Talking her through whatever she's stuck on in her brain. Whether that's because he's intuitive enough to know to do this, and polite enough to want to do it to help her, or because he wants her to lucidly understand that he is washing his hands of involvement, I don't know.

The intensity of engie's suggestion says a lot, imo. "Make sure you get it all." His disdain that he's come to feel for australium is palpable here. Even after working with it for so many years, even after being privileged enough to fabricate things and tinker with australium to refine the admin's hand doohikey- it's like he's come to some conclusion that australium is a sentence imposed on whomever uses it, regardless of good intentions, that will always lead to bad things happening.

And there's that nickname again. Other names that start with Flo.... Flower? Florina? Flossy? Florris? Who knows. I'm inclined to believe that Flo isn't her full name, much like how she refers to the engineer as Engie, it would make sense for him to refer to her with a shortened version of her name.

I love how the glow of the australium shines in her eyes. Like a promise.

"You won't never be free of it." He's seen firsthand what this shit does to someone

Augh.... Her hair is so messy now. That second pannel, that's an expression we've never seen on her face before. She's utterly lost. But engie is there. He looks genuinely relieved that pauling took his advice to heart.

He's so jolly. I love him

Soldier did nobody ever teach you not to smear your grubby fingerprints all over pictures. Convenient as hell to block that figure in the picture that was never revealed... The only thing we can gather from this, though, is that the figure is perhaps extremely short.

Is it bad of me to say that this looks like Kim

he's SO done with this. I really like how the tattoos he got in prison are completely removed from his skin. I don't know if that's intentional or not, but it's an interesting concept if it's intentional

I don't know if being merasmus' familiar is what's causing this but I love that soldier can canonically see ghosts. That's awesome

lol his expression looks like his soul left his body

I love that we got so much more of soldier in this comic... He's so silly

Aw. For all his complaining, merasmus can't bear to look at his friend getting tortured so he looks away. Or maybe he understandibly just doesnt want to see someone getting tortured.

Awh hell yeah, creature.... perhaps of the Pilosa order... This swap to a different plot kinda confused me with its placement and the context it provided.... but ah well, I'll take it

Awww, when did bidwell learn to backtalk

love the delivery with this one. This typa humour is so good

Average australian attitude towards drinking. I wonder if she has an australian accent now... Idk. But I like her design

Wait I think that that's Uluru,,,, or Ayer's Rock, as Saxton calls it. There's no question now, Uluru is significant to Saxton's life... otherwise why would its frame be hung next to the other Hale? I'd have to look back through the other comic where scout and heavy go to the rock to investigate it to make any more inferences

dawwww

PAHAHA ... BEAR POLISH??? Reddy, you dog

Alright back to business. Big fan of Heavy's beard... could use more shaping though. I like that he uses Sasha has a bludgeon though. That's awesome

he just does not Stop YAPPING !!! Good for him tbh... The fact that only soldier can see merasmus... He looks insane to everyone else around him that's crazy

lol, I like how merasmus' ghost form also comes with a ghost version of the chair and binds he died with. There's actually only two chairs instead of three

ugh, girl, tidy that thing uppp

wjatever.... Big fan of people still calling merasmus an old woman. So true

this is the first time soldier's smile has faltered, and its right after heavy says he doesnt care that merasmus got tortured to death...

he's so wordly.... he knows currency rates off the top of his bald dome

girl that body of yours is absurd

Thread of my second read through The Days Have Worn Away

his stupid smile . I want to put him through a food processor

ok one of them came out wearing an eyepatch i think soldier got cheated on and zhanna had a kid with demo

he proposed with a grenade. and. and he pulled the pin and put the ring on zhanna's finger. and threw the grendade

tbh I fear for the person who becomes the centre of her devotion next

she is willing and ready to use her powers for evil

new sniper lore dropped too. He can fly bush planes

hes so real for this

i think these are the team classic characters... There's a plaque missing on the stone statue at the bottom, I wonder what was on it.

I like how everyone at… Administrator HQ is wearing purple

So earlier we got miss pauling's first name initial, f. Pauling.... so this is a confirmation that her name starts with F, and she's on first name basis with engie. Flo- like, Florence? Florida?

This might be a stretch but I think that these paintings on the wall, I think they're like, the BEST of the best mercernaries of their respective class. Pyro is looking at a hard to make out person surrounded by flames, and demo is looking at a high tech looking demoman

look at all these stupid idiots. i love them

she's SO done dude. SO DONE

also this whole thing. Love the detail that spy is checking his watch pompously . and how everyone else is lined up waiting for them to continue walkign

And this one... god, that smile she gives scout. The way scout beams

The art in this comic has improved so so much, its absolutely gorgeous. The way its layed out, the emotion it conveys without needing dialogue.... magnificent. I like how Miss P's undone hair shows itself as more messy. She's at her wits end- she's past the point of anxiety, past the point of tightening and adjusting her hair so that no strand sticks out.

I think this is the most creature like I've seen pyro and I'm so here for it. E's got eyebrows over the mask lol. Also medic's stupid ass tippy toeing to see over heavy

I love the placement of this context we're getting for how Helen became involved with the Manns. It immediately makes you think to the place where The Naked and The Dead ended, with Helen fully perked up on the final bits of australium she had. Yet its a look into the past

big fan of this painting. Three rifles... and these book titles. So silly i love it

New competitor for Most eyebrows, Zepheniah has two eyebrow spikes, beating medics mere one spike

A whole graveyard of Manns.... I like the one thats just a giant M. Really hammering in the notion that the Mann last name is an identity of immense value, that takes over your whole life. oh, and that panel before the final one, its so full of tension... so good

And here's the actual moment we get to see her in all her insanity. What a woman. I like that the screens all face him, constantly displaying the products of redmond's and blutarch's failure to follow the family line of succession. His eyelids constantly forcefully open, unable to speak, yet his brain still processes the information his body is percieving. He's like if Mr House (fonv) had a dominatrix

me too, scout. me too

big fan of how heavy's eyes are the only ones that are dots

her and miss pauling both, they share the Devotion, the ability to pour their entire beings and lives into one single thing

I bet that thing felt like jerky. who said that

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I RAN OUT OF TAG SPACE FOR MY YAPPING LMAOOOOO so I'm gonna ramble here 🎉🎉 warning for me not SHUTTING UP THIS IS GONNA BE A LONG ONE YALL

Ok so. Ships first.

Also keep in mind this is my opinion, I don't hate anyone for having different thoughts, ship what y'all want 🩷🩷🩷 mcsm is lucky enough that there's almost NO ships that are genuinely awful (other than animal X people... Eugh)

OBVIOUSLY JURM IS MY FAVOURITE. JURM FOREVER 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ YALL KNOW IM SO NOT NORMAL ABOUT IT LMAOO

i have mixed feelings about Lukas x Aiden. I only see them as toxic ex's, if they were together AT ALL lmao. Olivia x Petra is SO CUTE TO ME. hell yeah, badass warrior lady and her cute nerdy girlfriend. They're so perfect.. sob. Reginald, Milo and Isa.. I don't care if they're poly, I don't care who's with who, I just.. omg. I love it dearly 🩷 same with Ivor and Soren or Harper. Also, a friend introduced me to Binta x NELL and oh my goodness. I also love Binta x Fred, but mostly cause of how I interpret her and Nurm.

SIDE RAMBLE BUT I think they're super close best friends. They will talk about ANYTHING, TMI doesn't exist between them. They have the most insane gossip sessions. THEYRE INSANE TOGETHER Binta also speaks to him in Villic so like.. YIPPEE but uhh. My Nurm and Binta became friends after jack fell off the cliff (LOSERRRRR 🫵🫵🫵🫵). They both lost their husbands ☹️ they both have beef with Romeo too. They understand each other. Binta doesn't act like he's crazy for staying behind or praying that jack returns. She gets it 🩷🩷🩷

ANYWAY quite a few ships in the like category I've seen on here. Radar x fem jesse does NOT deserve the hate it got, batunatu's art of them actually makes me giggle and kick my feet like omg.. thank you for making me like them so much. Same with Gill and Axel, I've seen art and OUGHHHHJ. AND PETRA AND XARA. Y'ALL ARE WILDDDDD 🩷🩷🩷 the old order are just.. anything works honestly. Especially Soren, he could go with ANYONE and it'd work lmao. The whore /lh.. COUGH ANYWAYS. Harper and Otto slaps I'm gonna be real y'all. Axel and Olivia are pretty cute too, same with Jesse and Stella. Also.. scratch what I said about Nurm x Binta. It's going in the likes. I'm sorry but I'm insane about them. Friends or dating. Fuck it, au where jack actually DID DIE. And then Nurm x Binta... Perchance.. Jurm is still number one but OHHH my days. (Maybe it could even go up to love...)

I'm sorry y'all, but I don't like Jesse x Petra or Lukas much. It's so.. bland and flavourless. It feels overdone on sorry ☹️ I honestly don't have much to say about the others. I feel like jack X Romeo has so much angst potential. Whether it's toxic admin or pathetic Romeo oh my god. So much angst.. also again I've seen some banging fanart so that's helped my opinion LMAO. Also my Cassie is like 20 or 30 something and my Mevia id OLD OLD. so it depends on the other person's interpretation of them. Ive seen some cute stuff NGL (WHERE THEY ARE BOTH THE SAME AGE OBVIOUSLY).

I don't like Petra x Jack or Nurm just because I see jack like her older brother and Nurm as her brother in law. Also, I'm so sorry but I just can't get behind Radar x Pama..

I have no clue what to make of any of the admins

And eugh. PAMA x harper.. I'm sorry but that's her baby to me. No thank you

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Now then. Character opinions.

Nurm: OHHHH MY GODDDDD I WOULD DOE FOR HIM I WOULD ACTUALLY FUCKING DIE FOR NURM. HES SUCH A SWEETIE AND HES SO PERFECT AND COOL AND GORGEOUS OMGGGG AUGH. YALL HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I TWEAK WHEN I THINK OF THIS MAN. HES MY FAVOURITE CHARACTER EVER. I DRAW HIM EVERYWHERE YALL IM SLIGHTLY INSANE

Jack: see nurm. But slightly less feral 🤏

Fem Jesse: I love her so much omg. I really wish I could play as her but playing as female characters makes me dysphoric sometimes.. ☹️ she's so cool though omg.

Male Jesse: he's alright.

Olivia: I love her voice so much in season one I'm upset they changed it. She feels like a different character. But also I kinda like that? It feels like she has grown a lot since season one in a way.. augh. I love thinking about outfits to put her in so much she's so cool

Binta: MY GIRL 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️ her and Nurm friendship has actually made me crazy y'all. I started typing the tags and then by the time I got to this Im shaking, head in my hands like OUGHHHHJ BINTAAAAAAAA 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️💥💥💥💥💥💥💥 I love her. Make her a creature 😋

Nell: HELM YEAH she's so chill I love her. One of the characters who I think I'd actually be friends with if I found myself in mcsm. Like, as much as I love jack and Nurm I'd be too scared to even say hi.. nell on the other hand? Literally the most inviting person ever. I love her 🩷

Harper is so sweet too. She's awesome OML

Milo and Reginald: BOTH ARE PERFECT. so different yet my opinions are the same. I wish you had more chances to interact with them ☹️ one episode isn't enough

Ivor: he's Ivor y'all. Come on.

Radar: HES ALRIGHT. HES KINDA ADORABLE but also annoying sometimes.. his voice gets on my nerves occasionally but he's doing his best 🩷

Otto: HELL YEAH OTTO I love his design so much for some reason.. also he stands like a villager so immediately I love him.

PAMA: ADORABLE. Cutest villain ever istg. "YAY :]" AWEEEEE ODNDJDNKSNFJDN OKAY FINEEEE ILL BE USEFUL

Cassie: I just love making her a scene girl... ough. Go girlboss kill em 🗣️🗣️

Isa: I don't like how she treated everyone in sky city but I understand why she did that. Also she's so badass what the hell.. if she was an animal she'd be a cheetah

the rest of the old order: not much to say on them but I like them all 😋

Gill: best member of the blazerods. He's so cute ong.. bro is just happy to be there 😭

Lukas: he's sweet. Overrated as hell in my opinion, but that's not surprising. Can't hate him for it 🩷

Petra: I don't like how she acted in season two .. I know she had her reasons, but put yourself in Jesse's shoes. You'd feel upset too, no matter how much you justify her actions. Put I can't hate her either. She's PETRA. shes so cool and I'm glad her and Jesse are friends again at the end 🩷

Axel: HEHE I LIKE HIM VERY MUCH hed so sweet with his friends. The hug at the end.. and him sobbing when Petra leaves.. AUGH. HUGS HIM OMG.

Romeo: HE LOOKS COOL. I love the concept of the admins. So much. Also seeing all the different designs for him.. AUGH

Xara: SHES SO COOL. her backstory makes me sad though ☹️

Fred: I'd probably love him if we saw him more. He sounds so sweet, but I just. We only hear from him once and the message isn't even for us.

Warden: he's a jerk, but I feel bad for him ☹️

Stella: I just.. hm. Shes horrible in the begining, and only gets nice in SOME playthroughs. I like nice Stella, I hate mean Stella, so okay is the middle ground I feel. Though maybe idk would be better ..

Maya: meh.

Mevia: I'm genuinely so confused on how I feel about her.

Aiden: I have SO MUCH BEEF WITH HIM FOR NO REASON AT ALL. I FONT KNOW WHY I HATE HIM SO MUCH BUT AUGHHHH. I NEED YALL TO KNOW HOW FUCKING UGLY HE IS IN MOUSECRAFT TOO

VILE

Hadrien: Ew.

My opinions on some ships and characters 😼😼😼

Ill explain some stuff in the tags if yall are curious hehe

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