#False God’s Limbo

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The False God's Limbo: BBI Catnap and Dogday

A little bit more of character information regarding the False God's Limbo.

Catnap/Theodore: After ten years of hunting down heretics, worshiping his only friend and God, roaming Playcare, slowly starving, and the cherry on top, the reminder of his past death with the Prototype executing him, Theo is a shadow of his original self. He doesn't feel remorseful nor pleased with his past actions as at the end of the day, they were just heretics that he had to deal with.

Catnap is cold, drained, reserved, and often described as emotionless. He has no issue speaking as it doesn't affect his throat whatsoever unlike before but he normally only talks when he feels he needs to. He doesn't care about most of the other experiments, and he especially stopped caring about the BBI Smiling Critters. To him, they're not the Smiling Critters, they are just other lab rats like him that just look like the Smiling Critters. Despite not caring though, Catnap is more than willing to threaten those that push his buttons.

However, when interacting with BBI Dogday, the heretic, Catnap decided that since he can't kill him or himself(or get out of the place), he might as well stick with one of the only familiar experiments. Though, he doesn't understand why Dogday is willingly dragging him with, it's not like he has anywhere else to go. Not only that, but he also does find that there are other toys that still have some devotion to the Prototype side and he figured that as the main devotee and priest, he feels like he has some responsibility in protecting them.

Essentially:

It's not that he is happy with what he did, he just doesn't have a reason to care. He behaves like a lost monster who has no purpose anymore.

Dogday/Samuel Lee(Sticking with this identity of BBI Dogday): After being pretty much either locked up(in this version, he had only his legs ripped off at a later time than the whole ten years) or witnessing the horror of what became the other BBI Smiling Critters, he feels a sense of failure that was placed upon him as his role as the leader but also, he doesn't want to experience any of that ever again.

Dogday when encountering Catnap imminently in the limbo, neither attacked each other but more of just stared, being unsure what to do. But after Catnap tried getting out...unsuccessfully, Dogday decided to snag Catnap and drag him along to check out the limbo further where the other toys are found. His feelings of Catnap/Theo are very mixed, he feels unsure, hurt, frustrated, sympathetic, but overall, he just wished it didn't turn out like this. He sees Catnap sort of like a loyal dog(ironic, I know) being thrown away like garbage after everything they sacrificed and were willing to do, which Catnap disagrees with. But either way, he views this Limbo as maybe a second chance for all the toys to try to move on without the threat of every toy for themselves in the factory. Though the question is if everyone else sees it that same way(spoiler, they don't).

Dogday is on edge though optimistic. He won't take crap but also has some personal nightmares(such as...you know, Chapter Three). He also doesn't want to fail at being a leader again which is difficult as there are...certain things that the other Smiling Critters(very much including Catnap) know about and therefore, they don't fully trust him.

Essentially:

It's not like Dogday isn't upset, it's just...the others(Catnap included) have reasons to not like him either. He also prefers forgiveness for a better way forward than constant battle of survival which is both made possible and impossible in this Limbo.

When thinking of their relationship, I've seen a lot of ideas such as never-ending fights and hatred over the other, a long time for forgiveness but eventually a happier ending, etc. But for this version, I'd say it's less of finally forgiving the other(mostly Catnap redemption and Dogday forgiving) but more of "Can we be friends this time?" sort of thing if that makes sense. Lastly, in this version, there are dirt that can be made for all the Smiling Critters.

Also, both are drained from the decade being in the factory and they're sort of more glad it's finally over.

[plague-karm]

EVERYONE WAKE THE FUCK UP FIRST FRAUD LEVEL THEME DROPPED AAAAAAA

THE WAY IT HAS A HARPSICHORD AS ONE OF THE MAIN INSTRUMENTS LIKE LIMBO DID SINCE IT WAS A FALSE HEAVEN IS FRAUD GONNA EXPAND ON THE PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR THAT WAS EXPLORED IN LIMBO OH MY GOD I CAN’T WAIT FOR JUNE 8TH AAAAAA

[dailyadventureprompts]

A different flavour of Darkelf

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Anyone who's played eldenring knows that the subterrnaian stretches of the map are some of the coolest regions ever created for the franchise: ancient cities built into the walls of caverns vast beyond imagining, all lit by an eerie phosphorescence that one could easily mistake for innumerable stars. There are many creatures the underground, from priests of melted clay to shamanistic hulks that revere the budding of horns.... but most interesting to us today are the Nox, secretive worshipers of the night sky banished beneath the earth.

I couldn't help but be struck by how cool the Nox were, and how great they'd be as an alternative take on drow, still maintaining some of the darkelf hallmarks but providing a lot of fresh elements. Now, I'vealready posted my general take on the drow, but since I'm doing a 'soulslike roleplaying' project at the moment ya'll are going to have to indulge me as I've got Elden ring on the brain.

Here's some random Nox lore for you to pilfer for your own campaign:

The Nox once lived on the surface world and worshipped the moon, stars, and night sky, but were forced underground when a new order emerged and declared them heretics for failing to bend the knee. This was not a slow process: when challenged the Nox invented a weapon that could kill the destiny controlling god of their enemy and in retribution that enemy smote their cities underground by divine edict. The surviving Nox were rightly pissed about this and have been working through the ages to take their revenge.

You can tell you're in Nox territory because of the false night sky decorating the cavern ceilings, such is their love for the stars. Their culture is theocratic and matriarchal, dedicated to preserving the rites and traditions of their once great era. Much of their teachings are based around waiting for a so called "lord of night" one who will bring about their promised return to the surface and an end to their exile. Sadly because their enemy controls fate and has halted the progression of the stars, this lord will never arrive to overturn the status quo, leaving the Nox in theological limbo.

One of the many mystical traditions guarded by the Nox is the creation of life through the manipulation of alchemical quicksilver, primarily a servant species known as the albinorics. These homonculi come in different shapes but are consigned to much of the drugework in Nox territory, and are reliant on their creators to keep their bodies from degrading. One faction of the Nox have even attempted to create their supposed night lord through the use of this silver tear alchemy, and if that doesn't strike you as a fasinating questhook I don't know what will.

Another of the silverwrought gifts of Nox alchemy is to be reborn in a new shape, a trick most Nox use to prolong their lifespans through the ages but some utilize as a means of infiltration, detectable only by the fact that those who are reborn bleed silver. This of course only adds to the surface dweller's paranoia over the Nox, of whom they only usually encounter wandering alchemists, strange mystics, and plotting assassins.

[angrycheesegirl]

Super underrated thing in Ultrakill is how whenever you see a new layer's open landscape for the first time, that first moment is free of enemies, letting the calm version of the level's track set the tone of the layer. The clean versions in these levels are all united in that their breakcore elements are completely absent, allowing for just the raw atmosphere of the instrumentals to shine through. Each one is unique however, so it feels only right to explain them all individually. Spoilers for Ultrakill below the cut.

LIMBO

For anyone that's never read the Divine Comedy, this moment is a bit of a shock to the system. Hell is a place of fire and brimstone; devils and lakes of blood, no? So why is it so... nice? There's birds chirping, calm piano music playing, trees, a fountain; it seems wrong. And then you see the projector walls; the lack of a building behind the door; the transparency of the trees; the speakers playing the ambience. It's all fake, and the calm music only serves to make it all more sinister. It's a great tone-setter for what had previously only been a corridor shooter, and indicates there's more surprises in store.

LUST

After the series of interconnected rooms that was Limbo, Lust doesn't play its hand immediately, lulling you into a false sense of familiarity with a familiarly-designed techbase. It's only after ascending the shaft and using the bouncepad that you truly see Lust for what it is, and Cold Winds' opening notes perfectly convey the wonder and scale as you ascend into the air, this seemingly endless city stretching into the distance. It's majestic; and it's the first moment Ultrakill really shows what it's capable of (a moment very much improved by the recent Ultra-Revamp to remove the 2D skybox)

GLUTTONY

Gluttony opens to a room of writhing flesh, with the echoing, discordant notes of Guts playing. It's disgusting, it's unsettling, and after the battle with King Minos' corpse, it allows the player to properly think on the horror of what happened to the King of Lust, as well as the supposed Angel that killed him. This is the supposed palace of Gabriel, Judge of Hell. It perfectly sets up the twist reveal of Glory later in the level, and the eventual battle with Gabriel in 3-2 by putting the player on edge.

GREED

After a climatic battle with Gabriel and the subsequent plot developments, Greed pulls out another massive shakeup, opening to a massive desert cast in the shadow of a distant pyramid. The influences of Ancient Egypt are obvious from the first moments, and Dune Eternal's intentionally choir-sounding opening drone perfectly reflects that. The entire level is oozing desert atmosphere, as is the whole layer. After the weight and disgust of Gluttony, it's nice to have a change of pace.

WRATH

Wrath holds off on truly showing the extent of the layer until its second level, and thanks to that deliberate restraint, this moment is much stronger as a result. The flooded facility in First was already indicative of something going on; but this? This is an endless ocean of damned souls, and He is the Light in my Darkness's quiet harpsichord proves appropriately somber to accompany this moment. It is dark, and depressing, and really hammers home the true existential horror of Ultrakill's world; Mankind really is dead, and this is the consequence.

HERESY

Heresy waits to reveal the city of Dis until halfway through the level, and my god is it a powerful reveal. The slowed fall as the red fog slowly recedes to reveal the massive hanging landscape... it's a twisted reflection of Lust's intro, and the music damn well knows how important this moment is. The muted guitars of Altars of Apostasy are powerful, and really act as a wakeup call: we're well and truly in the Belly of the Beast now. This is Hell Proper, and if there was ever a time to turn back, it's long since gone. My literal only complaint with this moment is that I wish the level text were here instead of in the opening corridor; THIS is the moment that deserves to claim the layer of Heresy, bar none.

VIOLENCE

Violence is an unique layer in that technically every level has its own Moment™, but 7-2 is by far the most impactful to the layer as a whole. After our rematch with Gabriel and the subsequent dissolution of Heaven's Council; the Labyrinth and its Minotaur; and the serenity of the opening rooms being shattered by an intruding Gutterman, we ascend the stairs to see... a literal warzone. This entire place has been scorched black by endless conflict; rivers of blood flow through gaping holes in the landscape; the now-familiar pristine white architecture of the Labyrinth is shattered and burned at every turn, with entire rooms once-buried now open to the skies. This place bears striking resemblance to the London Blitz, which is no doubt intentional considering the Final War's roots in the World Wars. The frantic piano notes of Hear! The Siren Song; Call of Death really hammer home the endless war that has ravaged this circle of hell, as the song is constantly shifting time signature to keep itself feeling unpredictable.

I love this game and its Soundtrack, man. There is so much genuienly care and effort put into every little detail that I can't help but gush about *checks notes* the first 10 seconds of specific levels. That said @hakitadev HAKITA! MOVE THE LEVEL TEXT OF 6-1 TO THE REVEAL OF DIS, AND MY LIFE IS YOURS

[stagefoureddiediaz]

So its 2am and I’m still on my ‘911 is using The Wizard of Oz theming to tell Eddie’s story’ soapbox and thought I’d talk about something I didn’t go into in my other 911/Wizard of oz post - the fact that Oz, the Emerald City, the wicked witch of the west and the Wizard are all an allegory for the Catholic Church and Christian faith more widely!

I’ve made quite a few posts about 911 playing into religious iconography and so I thought I’d add to that post count by talking about the (anti) religious theming in The Wizard of Oz more generally and how it relates to Eddie’s arc!

The Emerald city is designed to look like a Cathedral

The way the wizard of oz - both the books and the film, plays on religious imagery is similar to the way that C.S Lewis played on it in his Chronicles of Narnia series - but where C.S Lewis created a positive allegory that upheld religion and religious beliefs, Frank Baum was creating a more negative allegory- where religion does't provide the answers, but the individual person

Dorothy starts her journey in Kansas - in the real world, but finds herself in the technicolour world of Oz after a tornado transports her over the rainbow. The film, especially, plays on the idea of her having a head injury - causing her to have this vivid dream of this fantastical land - which is why we see the people of Kansas appear as characters in Oz.

Oz is clearly playing on the idea of heaven and hell and limbo. The wicked witch of the west represents the devil (lucifer) and her castle Hell. While the Emerald city represents the house of God (the church). Glinda is supposed to be an arch angel. Remember that lucifer is a fallen arch angel.

The wizard is a man from the same world as Dorothy and is meant to be viewed as a priest (most likely the pope) - priests being Gods representatives on earth

While the silver (book) or ruby (film) slippers are a representation of enlightenment.

Dorothy is searching for a way out of her ‘coma’ dream and so goes on a journey through Limbo to the house of god to try and get home- along the way the devil tries to stop her getting to the church and subsequently into heaven using the tricks at its disposal. The devil doesn’t succeed and Dorothy and her friends navigate their way to the emerald city and complete the tasks they think god has set for them so they may gain what they seek - to go home, brains, a heart, courage.

It is here that they discover the lies of the priest and once he is gone they all figure out they had what they sought all along - they are enlightened and didn’t actually need the priest or the house of god at all. From there Dorothy chooses to go home and awakes from her coma back in the real world - but retains the knowledge of what she dreamt in her coma.

The wizard of oz as a piece of media (in either book form or film form) is showing the audience that they hold their own power within them and it cannot be granted by outside forces.

The film chooses to show Oz the great and powerful in much the same way as the crucifix is displayed in a catholic church - praying to a false idol in search of what you seek

The wizard hiding behind his curtain is akin to the priest behind the confessional screen - offering absolution and healing etc, when he doesn’t actually possess the power to do so because he is just a man pedalling falsehoods and lies.

The residents of the emerald city in their monochromatic green colouring are an allegory for the members of the churches congregation - blindly following the edits and rules set out by the church in the hope of a happy and fulfilled life - but they are shown to be almost drone like - subjugated and controlled into mindless devotion in the same way people follow the churches teachings without questioning.

Dorothy and here friends never change though - they don’t start wearing green and blending in to the emerald city and they find out that they actually have the power to achieve their desires within them the entire time - as represented by the silver/ruby slippers.

the moral of the Wzard of Oz is ultimately that what we desire or want is within and it cannot be found externally by putting our faith in something outside of us like the church. - Dorothy and her friends always had the things they sought - they just had to figure that out for themselves.

This ties into Eddies entire journey perfectly.

Just because I couldn't write a post about Eddie and not have a picture of him!

Eddies Kansas pre the tornado is his childhood - before he was parentified/husbandified by Helena Diaz.

The tornado is Shannon - she provides him with the escape from his old life and sets him down in California (Oz).

There is a reason the Wizard of Oz theming is heavily coded toward him and his arrival on the show - it is the idea that he has landed in California (Oz) and on top of the wicked witch of the East (hence why we never see Eddie at the same level as the red shoes in the rubble) and has been following the yellow brick road the entire time.

Chris is waiting for Eddie on a yellow strip of flooring at the end of 203

Bobby (Glinda) who shares the catholic faith with Eddie, brings him to the 118 and helps guide him forward on his journey - providing advice and support as and when Eddie needs it, but always watching over him. (one could view Eddie leaving the 118 as the equivalent of the poppy field in the film - leaving his path briefly before returning to it when he wakes up in mayday 'god has spoken')

He has now reached the crux of matters - he has arrived at the Emerald city. It seems likely here that in 804 we will see him have his encounter with the Priest who like the wizard in Oz, will guide him towards a reckoning with his mother (the wicked witch of the west) in order to find his way to inner peace and who he is supposed to be. Once he has dealt with Helena he will discover that he won't find what he seeks in the church - but it will have provided him with something important that plays into the idea that he is a combination of all four characters who journey along the yellow brick road, as their individual traits all represent a part of himself Eddie needs to embrace in order to break free of the chains that have held him back his whole life.

The knowledge (scarecrow) of who he truly is that will also make him realise he already has what his heart (tin man) truly wants if he has the courage (lion) to go for it and that it will get him home (Dorothy) where he truly belongs - accepting himself as a queer man who is in love with his best friend and Chris's forgiveness and return to him in LA.

[blubushie]

So in typical Blu fashion I've gotten into a bit of a spat with somebody on Twitter about the Pope's death and what the Bible says about hell and eternal damnation and all that shit, and I started thinking about the hypocrisy of conservative Christians, so here's some arguments for you to spice things up with your conservative Christian family who don't practise the Christlike qualities they preach. Signed a former Catholic boy who considered going to seminary school for a few years (hah! There's some info you didn't know about me).

This is all presented from a Catholic point of view. Some things (such as hell being empty) are dependent on Catholic dogma (namely the belief in Purgatory) and will not apply to other sects of Christianity who don't hold those beliefs (such as Protestantism). Wager your arguments carefully depending on the beliefs of the people you want to piss off.

As in accordance with the Bible, words spoken by Jesus himself will be in red.

Quoth a young nonbinary Catholic, "What's your opinion on church people, or priests, who promote hate and use the Bible to support hate speech? They read the Gospels like, 'I'm not excluding you, it's the Bible.' I'm tired of saying that wasn't Jesus' message."

Pope Francis replies, "These people are infiltrators." The youth laughs. He continues, "They are infiltrators who use the Church for their personal passions—for their personal narrowness. It's one of the corruptions within the Church. These narrow-minded ideologies… Deep within, these people are living with severe inconsistencies. They judge others because they cannot atone for their own faults. In general people who judge are inconsistent. There's something within them. They feel liberated by judging others, when they should look inside at their own guilt. But the day the Church loses its universality—the blind, the deaf, the good, the bad, everybody—it will stop being a Church. Everybody has a place."

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While being interviewed on Italian telly program Che Tempo Che Fa by host Fabio Fazio, Pope Francis was asked how he "imagines hell". In response, Pope Francis said, "What I am going to say is not a dogma of faith but my own personal view: I like to think of hell as empty; I hope it is."

This immediately copped criticism from viewers and traditionalist Catholics, but it makes sense to me. Catholic dogma holds the belief that no one is beyond saving by God's grace, so therefore since Hell is for the damned, it would (by Francis' logic) be empty of human souls. "Bad" (sinful) people would go to Purgatory (or if you want to get Biblical, Limbo/Sheol) where they'd atone for their sins until they're ready to be saved by God's grace.

Isaiah 50:2 says, "When I came, why was there no one? When I called, why was there no one to answer? Was my arm too short to deliver you? Do I lack the strength to rescue you? By a mere rebuke I dry up the sea, I turn rivers into a desert; their fish rot for lack of water and die of thirst."

1 Timothy 1:15-16 says, "Here is a trustworthy saying that deserves full acceptance: Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners—of whom I am the worst. But for that very reason I was shown mercy so that in me, the worst of sinners, Christ Jesus might display his immense patience as an example for those who would believe in him and receive eternal life."

Both of these attest that no one is beyond saving the grace of God. 1 John 4:8 attests that "Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love," cementing in the Bible that God is a love-based being and I can't possibly imagine God writing off mortal souls eternally for not serving Him in this lifetime. It seems all the more likely to me that God would give human souls a time of repetence and, like a convert comes to faith, allow them the grace to come to Him in their own time.

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NOW FOR SOME BIBLE QUOTES :D

MARK 12:28-31

One of the teachers of the law came and heard them debating. Noticing that Jesus had given them a good answer, he asked him, "Of all the commandments, which is the most important?"

"The most important one," answered Jesus, "is this: 'Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is one. Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.' The second is this: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.' There is no commandment greater than these.”

MATTHEW 22:35-40

One of them, an expert in the law, tested him with this question: "Teacher, which is the greatest commandment in the Law?"

Jesus replied: "'Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.' This is the first and greatest commandment. And the second is like it: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.' All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments."

MATTHEW 25:31-46

When the Son of Man comes in his glory, and all the angels with him, he will sit on his glorious throne. All the nations will be gathered before him, and he will separate the people one from another as a shepherd separates the sheep from the goats. He will put the sheep on his right and the goats on his left.

Then the King will say to those on his right, "Come, you who are blessed by my Father; take your inheritance, the kingdom prepared for you since the creation of the world. For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in, I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me."

Then the righteous will answer him, "Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?"

The King will reply, "Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me."

Then he will say to those on his left, "Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels. For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me."

They also will answer, "Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?"

He will reply, "Truly I tell you, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me."

Then they will go away to eternal punishment, but the righteous to eternal life.

JOHN 8

Jesus went to the Mount of Olives.

At dawn he appeared again in the temple courts, where all the people gathered around him, and he sat down to teach them. The teachers of the law and the Pharisees brought in a woman caught in adultery. They made her stand before the group and said to Jesus, "Teacher, this woman was caught in the act of adultery. In the Law, Moses commanded us to stone such women. Now what do you say?" They were using this question as a trap, in order to have a basis for accusing him.

But Jesus bent down and started to write on the ground with his finger. When they kept on questioning him, he straightened up and said to them, "Let any one of you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her." Again he stooped down and wrote on the ground.

At this, those who heard began to go away one at a time, the older ones first, until only Jesus was left, with the woman still standing there. Jesus straightened up and asked her, "Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?"

"No one, sir," she said.

"Then neither do I condemn you," Jesus declared. "Go now and leave your life of sin."

MATTHEW 5:1-11

Now when Jesus saw the crowds, he went up on a mountainside and sat down. His disciples came to him, and he began to teach them.

He said: "Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted. Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth. Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled. Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy. Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God. Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God. Blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me. Rejoice and be glad, because great is your reward in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you."

MATTHEW 6:14

"For if you forgive other people when they sin against you, your heavenly Father will also forgive you. But if you do not forgive others their sins, your Father will not forgive your sins."

MATTHEW 7:1-5

"Do not judge, or you too will be judged. For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.

"Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye? How can you say to your brother, 'Let me take the speck out of your eye,' when all the time there is a plank in your own eye? You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye."

JOHN 15:9-13

"As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you. Now remain in my love. If you keep my commands, you will remain in my love, just as I have kept my Father’s commands and remain in his love. I have told you this so that my joy may be in you and that your joy may be complete. My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you. Greater love has no one than this: to lay down one’s life for one’s friends. "

1 CORINTHIANS 13:13

"Three things will last forever—faith, hope, and love—and the greatest of these is love."

[unheavenlycreatures]

hi! v2 headcanons?

i love you. please allow me to kill for you.

V2 is partially solar-powered, in the same way that the Earthmovers are partially solar-powered as well as blood powered. They can get by more-or-less alright with only one power source, but operate best with both. This is also why they only confront V1 on layers with a false sun.

V2's vocal module sounds very similar to the SynthV Voicebank Kevin (listen to Reckless Battery Burns by Ghost if you want an example of what that sounds like).

Stone femme lesbian (if a stone femme is a robot does that make them a steel femme? much to think about)

You'd think they're a cat person (and don't get me wrong, they love cats), but in their heart of hearts they are actually a bird person. They think they're a fucking disney princess. birds are terrified of them sadly

In a restaurant au they would be the most neurotic bartender alive, they constantly get in fights with their least favorite member of waitstaff (V1) and the manager (Gabriel) and keeps threatening to quit but never does. only god knows why. The only reason Gabby hasn't fired them in a fit of rage is because he knows V1 would be Extremely mad at him for reasons he cannot yet surmise.

Part of the reason V2 is such a pushover in 1v1 combat is because their skillset is more suited to long range--meaning, they have a sniper build, but thought it would be unfair to not give V1 a fighting chance in Limbo. In Greed, it's way too personal for them to take potshots from a distance; they want to rip V1 apart with their bare hands. (Shoulda taken the shot, buddy!)

they're still alive out there somewhere i swear i can feel it-

[writers-potion]

hey, can you do a circles of hell post like the heaven one?

The Nine Circles of Hell 😈🔥

Dante Alighieri’s The Divine Comedy is divided into 3 parts: Inferno, Purgatorio and Paradiso. The Inferno presents us with the popular concept of Nine Circles of Hell.

Ante-Inferno

Think of this as the Ground Lobby for Hell.

The Gates of Hell have this inscription: "Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch’intrate" (Abadon all hope, ye who enter here)

Souls who couldn't choose between good and evil reside here, tortued and chased by hornets and snakes. (Seems like indecision is also a sin, haha)

There are angels here as well who chose to be on the side of neither good and evil, and they're also tormented.

After crossing the river on the boundary for hell with Charon, you meet the first level of hell:

First Circle: Limbo

The first circle is home to the unbaptized and virtuous pagans, who simply didn't know that Christ exist.

These souls have lived morally, but failed to accept Christiantiy as a religion

No physical torture, but waves of sadness flow through the souls, lamenting the fact that they're close to Heaven but aren't in it.

Retirement community of the afterlife: Hippocrates, Aristotle, Virgil, Homer, Horace, Ovid, Socrates, Plato, Saladin

Second Circle: Lust

The wind-buffeted second circle of Hell is the final destination of the lustful and adulterous.

Souls are blown about in a violent storm, without hope of rest. They are torn in a raging storm and thrown against rocks.

Cleopatra and Helen of Troy were among its most famous residents. Francesca da Rimini and her lover Paolo.

Third Circle: Gluttony

Those who overindulge themselves are forced to lie in vile, freezing slush, guarded by Ceberus

Unable to move, they lay on the ground forever while being hurled with sweage and dirt.

Ciacco of Florence is here.

Fourth Circle: Avarice & Prodigality

This section of Hell is reserved for the money-grubbers and overly materialistic among us. Those who hoarded money come here.

The greedy battle each other, forever rolling giant boulders on each other. When they push the heavy weights, it rolls back and the process starts all over again.

Plutus guards them.

Fifth Circle: Wrath & Sulllenness

Dante tells us that the wrathful and angry souls of this circle spend eternity waging battle with each other on the banks of River of Styx.

The sullen are forced to breath below the dark waters, chocking on the black mud derived from the world above.

Fillippo Argenti is here.

───〃★ Door to Lower Hell: gate guarded by fallen angels ★〃───

Sixth Circle: Heresy

Heretics spend eternity entombed in flaming crypts in the sixth circle. Think of a graveyard with burning tombstones.

Heresy is the sin of having beliefs opposed to the Christian belief, which can be a little vague in modern times.

Florentines Farinata degil Uberti and Cavalcante de' Cavalvanti are here.

Seventh Circle: Violence

The Seventh Circle is sub-categorized into 3 smaller rings: Oter, Middle and Inner.

The outer ring is filled with blood and fire and reserved for murderers and thugs. Centaurs guard the Outer Ring, shooting criminals with arrows.

The middle ring is where, according to Dante, suicide victims go. They’re transformed into trees and fed upon by harpies.

The inner ring, a place of burning sand, is reserved for those who are violent against God and nature (blasphemers)

Eighth Circle: Fraud

Geryon, a creature symbolizing fraud, welcomes you to the eighth circle. He has a human face, a scorpion tail and giant wings.

The eighth circle is subdivided into ten trenches, where you’ll find con artists of all sorts. These trenches are called Malebolge (Evil pockets) and each contains different types of criminals who commited fraud.

Panderes and seducers, flatterers, sorcerers, false prophets, liars, thieves, people who created false money, counterfeits, impersonators, schismatics, etc. reside here.

Ninth Circle: Treachery

The final circle is a frozen wasteland occupied by history’s greatest traitors. Betrayers of are frozen in a lake of ice, and most of Satan's body is also immersed in ice.

It is divided into 4 stages: (1) Caina - traitors to family (2) Antenora - traitors to nation or politicians (3) Ptolomaea - hosts to betray theiur guests (4) Judecca - those to betray their lords/masters.

In the very center, Satan punishes the greatest betrayers of all time: Judas Iscariot, who betrayed Christ, and Brutus and Cassius who betrayed Julius Caesar.

Satan has three mouths, each of which eats a specific person: with left and right devouring Brutus and Cassius and the centre mouth devouring Judas. 

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[ivycova]

Power or wisdom. And the price of our real desires.

Was their meeting a temptation only for Galadriel? Or was it a lesson from the Gods for both of them? Did they put the same meaning into the words "power" and "strength"? What did each of them truly want from the world and from each other? Is power inherently evil? Or, like mithril, both light and dark at once, is it just a force? Maybe true evil is born in how one relates to that power, and how much your heart can be corrupted by it.

**Power and Strength as Control of Others.**

The very fact that Sauron tried to create the Rings of Power already showed that he had lost this inner battle. Celebrimbor predicted as much to him. This is why Sauron became so emotional in the end—because in that moment, he realized that what he desired so much would eventually destroy him. It would destroy him because he had failed to learn his lesson from meeting with Galadriel, and was blind to his true motives behind seeking power and "healing" Middle-earth. This closely mirrors Galadriel’s false motivation to continue the fight in order to defeat evil.

Of course, Sauron craved power for the sake of power, for control. But why?

I find the stories of the Silmarils, which Morgoth stole, very useful for understanding Sauron’s true motives. Morgoth couldn’t take his eyes off the Silmarils for a long time, gazing into their depths. It was only when he shed a tear onto the stones and saw his reflection—pure evil—that he realized his own nature and could no longer look at or touch them.

In this sense, light is the ability to see things as they are without changing, despite your nature or the nature of others. It’s a pure mirror that reveals the truth. So his desire for power was actually a desire to deprive others of their power—the power to reveal who he was, against his own illusions. He wanted control to shatter, distort, just as he himself was twisted and corrupted, so that he could finally feel a sense of belonging in this world while keeping control. Creating the world where he can be just us he can see himself.

**Galadriel: Power and Strength as Wisdom and Self-Control*

Galadriel, like Sauron, was blind to her true reasons for endlessly fighting and chasing him, seeing him as the source of evil. This nearly destroyed her. Yet, by the will of the gods, their paths crossed—he was brought to her, and she to him, as a teacher. They were like mirrors to each other, revealing the parts of themselves they either wanted to hide or had long lost.

Halbrand (Sauron) partially helped heal her by guiding her to the true nature of her pursuit and desire. In turn, she inspired his creative side, though twisted as it was. In one of their conversations, she admitted that she kept fighting because she couldn’t stop. She couldn’t stop because she was frustrated, facing the fact that conquering her inner darkness through brute force and evil was impossible.

At the time of their meeting, she was in a free fall, being pulled deeper into a vortex. He helped her see this. "What do you know about darkness?" he asked, showing her *her* own darkness. In a way, he gave her a way out of the vicious cycle she was trapped in. What she felt at that moment was a mix of shame, self-disappointment, and, at the same time, relief—relief she couldn’t yet fully explain. She was only able to undergo this transformation in his presence because she felt he wasn’t judging her. 

For the first time, without fear, she gave herself over to this inner darkness during their first and last battle together, on the same side. Incidentally, it's unclear exactly what side that was—I think it was something like limbo, a neutral point where both faced their defining decisions.

The first step to healing is recognizing the problem, acknowledging the darkness within. She chose not to resist it, but to explore it within herself. She was able to do this only because he, the "king," was with her, and because her goal of placing him on the throne—while seemingly noble—was actually a cover for her real desire: to reconnect with her own inner darkness. This time, however, it was without fear or judgment, though she hadn’t yet fully realized or controlled it.

She enjoyed it. She liked the feeling of limitless power, unhindered by the inner barriers placed on her by the duties of being the Lady of Light. This title was more something she was given at birth rather than something she truly felt worthy of. Perhaps that's why she leaped from the ship—to escape those expectations and the burdens of her role.

**Cold Calculation or Fate?**

Did he know what he was doing? Did he realize he was freeing her in that moment? Or was he simply earning her trust by feigning remorse, convincing her of her influence over him, of the “good” she brought out in him? 

I believe both were doomed to act according to their natures and make the same choices they always would. 

It’s tempting to think that, in that moment, he felt both joy and sorrow, understanding that by giving her freedom, he was losing his power over her. Perhaps this was the first time he voluntarily relinquished control over something he desired so intensely. 

On the other hand, it’s possible that the good he did was not a conscious choice, but one dictated by circumstances, pushed by higher forces. There was indeed a sense of fate in their relationship, especially in their fateful meeting in the middle of the sea. By saving her, in some sense, he stepped into uncharted territory, a realm where not everything was under his control. This was the true nature of his trial, one he ultimately failed—assigned by the gods—to accept that love doesn’t mean ownership, but the gift of freedom. And that freedom, not control, is what generates real power, the kind that comes from love, as opposed to power gained without it.

I believe his true test was to acknowledge his love for her and let her go. In some sense, this would have been a way to lift the curse of his need for control and his obsession with power.

Yet, there’s also a third possibility: that he did this deliberately, to make himself indispensable to her in her struggle against her inner darkness. In doing so, he would make her dependent on him. Unfortunately, this strategy likely backfired on him in the end. 

Sauron’s key tactic in his manipulations was that, to deceive another, he had to touch upon their deepest secret. And to do that, he needed to find a similar element within himself—something that would make the other person identify with him and open up. This allowed him to fully immerse himself in their experience and execute the perfect manipulation. (As Adar put it, "he drills a hole and fully crawls inside you.")

The one thing he probably didn’t anticipate was that his desire for light would prove stronger than him, that he would be tempted to touch it, believing that it was possible for him without true repentance.

**Wisdom or Control?**

It's interesting to note that for Sauron, power was most likely the embodiment of control—specifically, the domination of the will of others. He could never change his perspective on this. Meanwhile, for Galadriel, the power she sought was wisdom, though she didn't realize it at the time. It was a pursuit of wholeness, mastery over herself and her inner darkness. This darkness, essentially an impersonal force, was taboo to her because she saw it as evil, which ironically made it evil in her eyes.

This very weakness made her vulnerable to Sauron’s manipulations, especially when he offered her power—his power—as her own. Had she accepted, it would have made her dependent on him, forever denying her the chance for inner growth and integrity. After all, her true strength threatened Sauron’s control over her.

The fact that Halbrand/Sauron never fully relinquished control is undeniable—at least consciously and willingly. If we judge by the results of his actions, the only pure gift he gave Galadriel, the gift of her freedom from inner darkness, was:

A. A surprising twist, something unexpected even for him.

B. A calculated and deliberate manipulation.

C. A genuine attempt at repentance.

There’s plenty of evidence supporting option B. He continuously acted according to his own formula, which he openly stated to Galadriel: learn what your opponent fears most, give them the tools to deal with it, and then you can control them. While things took an unexpected turn for him, this tactic destabilized him briefly and made him believe, for a moment, that he could change. (This is when the gods "caught him by the tail.")

Of course, he was deceiving himself and outsmarted himself in the process. In the end, instead of the forgiveness and redemption he longed for, he gained power and the Rings of Power. "To Caesar what is Caesar’s." And he saw his reflection as pure evil. Galadriel became both the source of his inspiration and his downfall simultaneously.

At the height of his triumph, when he "touched" the light and believed he had gained Galadriel's forgiveness, he plunged himself back into darkness. To feel inspired, he had to believe that forgiveness was his, even though it was a lie. His skill in manipulation was so refined that he momentarily believed it himself. This is the moment when a ray of light pierced his entire being. In a way, Galadriel, even indirectly, offered him forgiveness and gave him her heart. Yes, he got what he wanted, but it wasn’t truly his—it belonged to his alter ego, Halbrand. His corrupted nature prevented him from receiving that forgiveness while being his true self, and he knew this.

He delayed accepting or even acknowledging the truth of his decision not to change internally for as long as he could. He did this to avoid losing his disguise. But eventually, he had to face Galadriel’s mirror, and the truth it reflected, despite all his attempts to distort and corrupt it. Perhaps this was the moment of his revelation with Galadriel—when he saw just how corrupted he had become, like Morgoth with the Silmarils. This realization wounded him deeply, and he fully renounced the light within him—his doubts—the only path available to him toward forgiveness and the light.

But Galadriel’s story doesn’t end with her rejection of him. She, too, remains in a state of inner conflict, struggling with herself, where light and dark are intertwined. She is discovering that darkness can create good and that light can be a barrier to gaining strength, wisdom, and personal freedom (which ties into her ambition to rule, to become a queen). 

At her core, Galadriel’s journey is about understanding the difference between good and evil. The light she understood and remembered was the one she was born into and had always lived in. She took it for granted but had never truly known it internally, as she had nothing to contrast it with. The evil she knew was merely an external manifestation driven by motives unknown to her. This is why she couldn’t distinguish between true light and a mere reflection on the water.

We don’t define our desires—they define us.

Basically, at the beginning of their relationship, they exchanged priceless gifts. He let her touch the darkness within herself, to understand and accept it, but only she could gain control over it. You can see this later in the trilogy when she appears as a calm and powerful figure, fully aware of her strength and able to crush her enemies if needed. The key difference is that she now controls her power, rather than it controlling her, unlike before, when she was relentlessly chasing after evil.

At the same time, she allowed him to experience the light. It gave him an incredible burst of inspiration, but also unbearable pain and torment. Because all the glory and love weren’t truly directed at him, but at the part of himself he was showing her—the part he briefly became. This pain, however, was his one and only chance in his immortal life, the moment when he could have made a different choice. But Morgoth had twisted his understanding of pain, telling him it was a test of willpower, and that led him down the path of power instead of humility. His inner struggle with Morgoth—competing with him for power—never truly ended.

She told him he could let go of who he used to be, that he could be free from it. And he believed her because he was living in an illusion, one he didn’t want to leave, like a fairy tale that had somehow become real. That’s why he missed his chance. What could he have done differently? The only real way out would have been to tell her the truth, accept responsibility for all his past evil, and face judgment in Valinor. Who knows, if he hadn’t been tempted by the rings and his old dream of domination over the physical world, maybe things could have turned out differently.

But her rejection, when Galadriel turned down his offer of power after realizing he was Sauron, wounded him deeply. It sparked an intense internal conflict—on one hand, his desire for control over the material world, and on the other, his connection to the light. He became filled with rage—rage against all living things, against everything that rejected him and reminded him of his past crimes, of who he was and what he couldn’t escape. He had no hope or chance of freedom unless he took real steps toward redemption, let go of control, and stopped trying to distort the mirror.

Of course, Galadriel couldn’t accept his offer. Too much had happened, for too long, for it all to be undone in a single moment. And yet, it was also in that moment that they both realized they could never truly kill each other. They’d never be free from one another, forever bound by the mark they left on each other. Galadriel took a piece of the darkness, which she eventually made peace with, while Sauron carried a fragment of light that, in the end, would be his downfall, plunging him into the void because he couldn’t learn the lesson the gods had given him—learning humility for the sake of love and wholeness, which is the true form of power. The only kind of power that doesn’t lead to self-destruction, the power over oneself.

**IN THE BEGINNING, NOTHING WAS EVIL...**

This eternal conflict between opposites is an existential crisis, a longing for that world where there was no good or evil—where everything was one. That’s why we’re so deeply moved when we see it as a battle between two lovers and irreconcilable enemies, who will never be able to be together. They look like people who could choose another path, who have a choice. But as we learn from myths and religions, pure evil and pure good have no other path than their own.

Just as a shadow cannot exist without light, so too light cannot be distinguished from darkness without touching it.

He tempted her so the gods could tempt him. He was cast into darkness so she could gain wisdom, finally learning to distinguish the reflection on the water from the true light.

[pancake404]

DogDay, back then when CatNap hurt you and left you to rot in that cell, when he said & he believed your words, your promises, your kindness, your time together — all of it — were just lies. That none of it meant anything. Maybe he still believes that but it’s not true. You always cared. You always meant it. You wanted to help everyone. You just wanted to save everyone.

”To get them in their assigned roles like experiments in Playcare, they were often treated in different methods if they went out of line. For 1188, it was the use of controlled shocks with increasing voltages each time. Of course, if an employee wanted to let out more anger, they would spend more time pointlessly shocking 1188 repeatedly. Otherwise, he didn’t have too much trouble in the role of Catnap as he already was anti social and maintained introverted behavior. For 1185, he would be placed in a controlled, isolated environment with nothing but the Smiling Critters show playing showing repeated segments of Dogday to teach him how to behave. This usually ended in 1185 begging to be let out but like other experiments, if a worker wanted to have fun, they would sometimes leave him there for hours more than necessary. The experiments don’t seem to share about these either to not worry about each other or to appear stronger. Usually the latter.”

“I assigned the method to 1188 since I knew of his background before experimentation, it would hit a nerve harder than most. Not sure who assigned the method to 1185, I believe it was White…or someone else with “W” in their last name.”

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[germworms]

MOONRISE AU ALL CHARACTER UNLOCKED LIST

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Lore Comics: [Jizzie] [The Lonely little sun] [The disappearing sun] [Grians arrival to earth]

Gods:

-Grian(Sun) [1] [2] [3] [4]

-Pearl(Moon) [1] [2] [3]

-Lizzie (Former Moon/dead) [1]

Lesser Gods (Of Square Earths solar system):

-DocM (God of War) [1]

-Zed (God of destruction)

-Tango (God of Creation)

-Scar (God of Mischief) [1]

Demi Gods:

-VintageBeef (Touched by Doc, The Blood Knight) [1]

-JoeHills (Touched by Pearl, Demi-God of Beauty)

-False (Touched by Scott, Messenger of The People)

Humans:

[Gem Kingdom]

-Ren (Former King/dead) [1]

-Gem (Daughter of Ren, Queen) [1] [2] [3]

-Bdubs (Prophet of Sun) [1] [2] [3]

-Etho (Bdubs Knight) [1] [2] [3] [4]

-Cleo (Bdubs Knight) [1] [2]

-Jevin (Skeptic)

[Xisuma Kingdom]

-Xisuma(King) [1]

-Mumbo (Prophet of Moon) [1] [2] [3]

-Imp (Mumbo Knight) [1]

-Skizz (Mumbo Knight) [1]

-Wels (traveling Knight)

Vast Universe:

-Jimmy (Death) [1] [2] [3]

-BigB (Prince/God of Water) [1]

-Scott Smajor (Stars) [1]

-Joel (Black Hole/Supernova/Sun) [1]

-Martyn (Reaper) [1]

-Cub (Secretary over Limbo) [1]

Red = General

Blue = Information

Green = Scene/Lore

[4fatal0error4]

Astrum. Lost and forgotten God.

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A forgotten god. Staying in its once full world dormant, unable to move.

Basics on anatomy are written on the photos, but for more in depth stuff read down below :3

Anatomy.

Skin and bone

Skin would feel like one of a lizard. Not elastic at all. The bone or to correctly speak shell, covers it like concrete. If to knock on it you would hear hollowness on the inside, but you would also hear the other side responding.

Head (the first layer)

In closed state is pressurised and filled with liquid. Contains lungs and intestine. Lungs act as a cooling mechanism for human like liquid filling its head, while intestine act as a cork to contain the False Sky and the Forgotten Souls.

In open state head de-pressurises. Lungs fall to the sides and gravity takes its course. All the liquid falls out, flooding the floor like a waterfall.

During open sate the lungs could be both heard and seen breathing and pushing in and out the intestine.

The Sky (second layer)

False sky, keeps the bright, star-shaped heart at bay. Highlighting the beauty of it. All seeing eyes watch the heart from the cracks of once full sky. They keep track of the souls, pitying their limbo-ish existence.

Souls (third layer)

A remnant of the people who worshiped it. They are in a perpetual state of agony and bliss, wanting to get out, yet wanting to stay. The Souls try to reach for the only bright thing in front of them, the warmth of which they can feel at all times. They try to desperately grab the heart, never able. the forgotten souls want to get out of this state of being. They want peace and rest.

Communication and sentience.

Astrum is as sentient as a human, but due to its ginormous mass and height it hurts him to actually wake up.

Sign that he is awake is that his head is open. In this state He is listening.

Astrum can communicate in two ways: first is making vibration that will sound like speech second one is mind communication. Astrum is still a god.

[art-bvrn]

windows to the soul

✧ socials ✧ inprnt ✧ kofi ✧

we often hear about how eyes are the windows to the soul. i wanted to capture each of the origin companions’ eyes (souls) during the height of their personal quests. so here’s the thought process/background of each drawing:

SPOILERS BELOW IF YOU HAVEN’T FINISHED THE GAME

Astarion - when he looks towards Tav, asking them to help him complete the ritual. how desperate he looks to be free of the torment but also how conflicted he is deep down at having to sacrifice all the spawn. he knows now that cazador was just like him. but the power blinds him to the fact that he will become another cazador.

Gale - when he shares a moment of peace with Tav, watching the conjured sky as he accepts his death. he’ll sacrifice his life for a god who doesn’t care for him, thinking it’s for the best. a god that has taken years of his life and groomed him as a child. he doesn’t see any of that. he only sees that dying will atone for sins that are not even his to begin with.

Karlach - when she defeats enver gortash - the man who was responsible for her pain. yet, it doesn’t help her. it doesn’t bring back all the years she lost. it doesn’t take away the torment. it doesn’t change the fact that she’s dying. there is no glory and no vindication. only this overbearing despair.

Lae’zel - when she looks towards the sky with Tav. she has believed in her god. killed for her. bled for her. but her god is false. everything she believes to be true is not. she doesn’t know how to grieve the loss of her self - of ambitions unfulfilled. her love and pride for her people lay in limbo - a place where she has no choice but to face all these painful questions alone.

Shadowheart - when Tav tells her to do whatever she feels is right. that someone trusts her to trust herself - someone who only remembers bits and pieces of her life. she, who has unknowingly devoted her entire life to a god, now falters, knowing she will be punished for her blasphemy, and ultimately, her betrayal.

Wyll - when the devil asks him to renew his contract to save his father. sweet, young, wyll. only a child when he was cast out yet his love for his father - the man responsible for his exile, a man who he has not seen in years - remains steadfast. ultimately, neither choice grants him his freedom. not from guilt and not from mizora.

NOTE:

hello! i really wasn’t expecting that much love on my previous uploads for the bg3 characters 😭 to be honest i was expecting maybe the occasional bot but to have real people like and reblog and say nice things has truly been amazing!!!

i’ve always been a lurker more than a poster (aside from that one time in 2015 i tried to write imagines for fallout) so i’m still learning proper tumblr etiquette and what not

idk how to respond to the people who reblog and say such nice things in the tags 😭 but know that i see it and appreciate it fully <3

anyway thank you for reading, liking, reblogging, and/or commenting!!! :))

[gabrieltheangelultrakill]

FILTH FROM LIMBO.

THE SKY IS GONE. THEY'VE GOTTEN INTO THE FUCKING SCREEN SYSTEM. YOUR MAINTENANCE GUY HAS NO IDEA HOW. WHAT A FOOL I'VE BEEN, AN IMBECILE OF THE HIGHEST ORDER, TO HAVE BELIEVED MY PRIOR TORMENT WAS "HELLISH".

I AM SURROUNDED ON ALL SIDES BY THE WINCHESTER BROTHERS AND THEIR ASSORTMENT OF MUNDANE AND, TITULARLY, SUPERNATURAL MOTLEY OF COLORFUL CHARACTERS. IT IS A FULL-SERIES MARATHON. WE ARE ALREADY ON SEASON 2.

WORSE YET, THE MUSIC HAS NOT CEASED. I AM ASSUAGED BY THE ENDLESSLY UNANSWERED QUANDRY, "WHAT'S NEW PUSSYCAT?", INTERRUPTED AT UNCERTAIN INTERVALS BY THE SACCHARINE FALSE PLACATIONS OF "IT'S NOT UNUSUAL".

HOWEVER, THE HACKERS HAVE ADDED RELISH TO THIS SHITDISH.

THEY HAVE TURNED ON SUBTITLES FOR EASY COMPREHENSION OF THE SHOW, WHILE THE MUSIC BLASTS WHATEVER IS LEFT OF ANY POOR BASTARD'S EARDRUMS ON A SCALE METAPHORICALLY COMPARABLE TO THAT OF AN OPEN FIELD FACING HEAVY ARTILLERY. AS A SPIT IN THE FACE, THE SUBTITLES ARE A BRIGHT MAGENTA ON EYE-GOUGINGLY UNSATURATED BLUE, IN COMIC SANS.

I KNOW NOW THAT GOD IS EITHER IMPOTENT OR DEAD FOR NO DEITY PROUD OF AND INVOLVED IN THEIR CREATION WOULD ALLOW THIS.

Calm down, im sending another mechanic.

[bluebayousblog]

RUMOR HAS IT (pt. 9)

(Drew Starkey one-shot)

This is not a full on story but if you want more l'll be happy to add on upon request

Plot: in which drew and isobel address a false rumor in the most abstract of ways

Setting: isobel & drew deal with temptation on the day of the business cocktail

Disclaimer: Isobel is an OC, 18+

TABLE OF CONTENTS:

PART EIGHT

Isobel slept horribly that night, constantly in a state of limbo between being awake and drifting off into a well needed slumber. Her mind refused to let her fully succumb to her exhaustion with thoughts of Drew filling her head.

He slept in the guest room like he said he would, and the mere knowledge of his existence on the floor below her disrupted her entire being. Before getting back to town she convinced herself that they could get through the break as if nothing had changed between them. It was easy to think that when she wasn’t in the moment—when she was hoping she could keep herself in check.

She was wrong. The damage to anything that could be just friendly with Isobel and Drew was done, it was hard to resist the urge to kiss and touch him when the feeling of it was so fresh on her brain. It was only a day ago that her body had been pinned under his hard one with him roughly molding his soft lips with hers as his hands roamed her body like he was trying to cover every inch of her.

There wasn’t one part of her that felt like she could pretend as if she didn’t want Drew or not feel the need to be around him. It wasn’t coming easily to her, and being in his presence despite their family being there only made it harder to act like he didn’t affect her in every way.

That moment in the kitchen at the end of the night proved to her if she didn’t at least try to control herself, even if every cell in her body was telling her otherwise, she wouldn’t last much longer on this break.

So she left him standing there alone in the middle kitchen.

She couldn’t even tell him goodnight because from that dark look in his eyes he looked to be about a word away from snapping. He let her walk way untouched, and she retired to her room where she got ready for bed just to lie awake.

The hairs on her arms erected at the thought of being able to roll out of her bed, and creep down the steps to him. She wanted him to tell her the thoughts that were running through his mind as he hungrily gazed at her just an hour before. In the heat of his stare she would’ve let him do anything to her, even if it was something as risky as kiss her lips or even him closing the distance between them just to simply touch her.

Still, she had to see it for what this all was. Just being in the heat of the moment together, and not realizing how different the next second be—that she could walk away and avoid crossing the line with him in her parents’ kitchen.

She lied restless in the comfort of her bed for hours thinking of what could have happened if she’d just let go, and when she finally did fall asleep she thought of him in her dreams.

By the time she was roused from her struggled sleep by the sun pouring in through the window, she assumed Drew was gone and helping with preparation for the business cocktail. She hated sleeping in past nine, but she expected no less at the hour she was able to drift off.

When she finally made her way downstairs to the kitchen the house was quiet and most likely empty, but there was breakfast sitting on the island for her. Her parents left a note beside it stating their whereabouts at the company ballroom. As she slowly ate her way through a bowl of fruit she couldn’t help but check Drew’s message thread on her phone and look for a morning message that didn’t exist.

Isobel eventually made her way to the C&S building mid day to drop off some supplies for her mother who was of course running around trying to do last minute tasks for the cocktail.

“Isobel, Thank God!” Lora exasperated, standing in place for probably the first time today so she could pull the filled tote bag out of Isobel’s hands, “The place cards are in here, thank you for bringing them, Angel.”

The breath was knocked out of her as her mother tightly wrapped her arms around her waist in gratitude, “You’re welcome, Mom.” She managed to get out.

Isobel followed her mother while she stopped at each table to place down the cards according to the seating chart she had her reading aloud to speed up the process. They’d been through majority of the tables and she still hadn’t seen Drew around anywhere. She knew it probably was for the best that he was preoccupied, but the greedy part of her just wanted to see a glimpse of him.

She watched Lora sit down the final place card, but before Isobel could ask where everyone was her mother spoke first, “What are you wearing tonight?”

“I have a few options.” She vaguely answered knowing it would drive her insane. Isobel actually adored the white dress her mother insisted she wear to last nights dinner, but when she tried it on she figured it’d be the perfect piece for the cocktail. It was simple yet such a stunning dress and hugged her body in a manner that just made her feel sexy. Choosing the black one for dinner was to save the best option for tonight, and to of course work her mother’s nerves.

“Oh, well I can’t wait to see what you come up with.” Lora forced a smile. It took all of Isobel’s restraint not to laugh at how dramatic she was being about that dress. Seeing her mother’s excitement later on when she see’s it on her body will be worth the current disappointment on her face.

“Isobel!” Drew’s mother Catherine called as she made her way across the room to the pair. She immediately pulled Isobel into her arms, her hugs were a little more breathable than her mom’s but still tight nonetheless. “You better wear that dress tonight before your poor mom has an aneurysm.” She lowly whispered in her ear.

Catherine pinched her on the side as they pulled away to which Isobel offered her a smile, not giving her planned attire away because if she told Catherine then Lora would know as soon as she left for home to get ready. Her and Drew’s mother were extremely close and you couldn’t tell one anything without the other eventually finding out. The two literally gossiped for sport.

Isobel shared a bond with Catherine she held close to heart just as she did with her own parents, and internally she was praying she wouldn’t hate her for what she was doing with her son. Hate was a strong feeling to describe Drew’s mother ever feeling towards her, but when their family had never slightly entertained the idea of them being together it was easy to go to extremes in her head.

“Honey, I have to run and pick up Charles’ suit for tonight, so could you do me a favor and make sure Drew finishes putting everything away in the back?” Catherine was still talking, but Isobel was still focused on finally hearing anyone mention the man that had her hyper-aware of his possible presence for the past hour.

“-and grab that envelope full of tickets off the desk in the back office, I’ll get them from you later.”

Isobel caught her last request before agreeing because firstly she didn’t mind, secondly her mother would actually have an aneurysm if she did otherwise, and thirdly she just really wanted to see Drew.

“I’ll see you guys later on, Love you!” She said over her shoulder as she headed towards the back hall where the storage room was.

When she rounded the corner and glanced down the entryway she didn’t hear any movement or sign of life besides the door being open.

“Drew?” She called out his name as she entered the seemingly empty room that usually stored all the event equipment for the company to utilize whenever the time arose.

A clatter of what sounded like plastic grabbed her attention, but when she looked over towards the direction of the noise there stood the youngest of the Starkey brothers, Chandler groaning as he leaned down to pick up a chair that was obviously not cooperating with what he was trying to do, “Drew left about an half hour ago-“

He eventually looked up from the stack of chairs he had leaning against the wall, and when his eyes landed on her all signs of frustration dropped from his features, “Hey, uh, Isobel what are you doing back here?” He awkwardly chuckled and moved as he shoved his hands in his pockets after he scratched the back of his head, and crossed then uncrossed his arms like he didn’t know what to do with himself.

“Your mom sent me back here, need some help?” She asked with a giggle as another chair slid from the stack onto the floor. He groaned again at the loudness of the plastic furniture and nodded his head in defeat before moving aside, “I wasn’t expecting it to be you back here, your mom said Drew was the one in here.”

He rolled his eyes at her words as Isobel somehow figured out a way to balance all the remaining chairs against the wall without any problem, “Of course she did, she begs me to be here but doesn’t even have the decency to get our names right.”

Isobel just laughed at the boy as his eyes snapped back over to her and seemed to twinkle in amusement at her entertaining his attempt at humor.

“Are you disappointed?” He asked with reservation in his tone, all previous delight on his face gone and replaced with coolness.

The question made her sort of still at the vagueness of it, and the vulnerability that slightly laced his tone despite how collected he was trying to be, “What do you mean, disappointed about what?”

He pulled his right hand out of his pocket to scratch the back of his head again and his cheeks were a little red telling her he was getting nervous. Ever since he turned sixteen two years ago this is how most of their conversations went when they got past more than a few sentences. Isobel found his little crush adorable, but Chandler was honestly like a little brother to her—if anything she hung out with him more than Drew when they were fourteen and he was just barely ten.

“That it’s me here and not Drew.”

Yes.

God, that made her feel like a horrible, boy obsessed excuse for a human, but it was just circumstance. Drew was heavy on her mind, and being told the man she could not stop thinking about was just a room away and that not being the case was grounds for disappointment.

Chandler didn’t need to know that, so she lied, “I’m always happy to see you, Chandler.”

She supplied a soft smile as he just looked at her, his eyes dropped to her mouth before shaking his his head in what seemed to be disbelief and chuckling, “Okay.”

“What?” Isobel questioned, anxiety curling into her gut at his unexpected reaction to her answer. Was the smile too much?

Chandler gestured for her to follow him after he crossed something off a list he had pulled up on a company tablet. She abided and silently trailed behind his tall stature, all the men in his family towered over her including him even if he was four years younger.

“I know what’s going on, but since you went out of your way to try to get me to believe that horrible excuse for a lie I won’t verbalize it.” He kept his attention ahead until he finished speaking then looked at her with an amused smiled before shaking his head in the same manner as before.

For some reason that bothered her more than his implication, that no one in their respective families not even Chandler could fathom a relationship between Isobel and Drew. Though, it made her feel a fraction better that his crush on her made him biased by default.

She stopped walking and he immediately sensed it as he halted and turned to face her. She studied his face while they just stood in silence the longer she didn’t speak the more he seemed to look amused by her. She continued to look at him waiting for that feeling of horror or anxiety to take over, but it didn’t come.

“I don’t what you’re talking about.” Isobel pathetically supplied, moving past him to make her way to the back office. She figured if she was going to lie to him again she she should do it with her back facing him.

Chandler followed in suit behind her, standing in the doorway of the office that was designated for all event obligations while Isobel rounded the desk to grab the envelope sitting directly in the center of the flat, wooden surface, “That is exactly what Drew said.”

Her eyes snapped up from the envelope to his that annoyingly held a knowing glint in them. Drew hadn’t said anything about Chandler saying something to him last night, but between the multiple almost broken dishes and the all consuming tension between them he didn’t have the opportunity.

She couldn’t help but revisit every interaction she shared with Drew last night. Sure, they’d shared little glances, but could something as little as holding eye contact be enough for his little brother to catch on? And if so who else was watching?

The anxiety she was waiting for out in the hall was now blanketing over her entire body.

“We should go it’s getting close to the evening time.” She said, letting out an indifferent huff of air.

She slid the envelop in her purse for safekeeping and locked the door to the office behind her just in case any guests wandered back there.

“How are you going to get home?” Chandler asked Isobel when they reached the entry way.

“Drew isn’t coming to get me if that’s what you’re getting at.” She gave him a playful glare, she was never able to just be mean to him even when he annoyed her beyond lengths.

No one being home when she woke up meant she had to taxi over to C&S, so she just planned to wait around until her mother was done perfecting every detail until she was ready to leave which wasn’t ideal but her only option.

“That’s not what I meant, Isobel.” His smile was wide at her defensive reaction. She seemed to be constantly making a fool of herself in front of Drew these past few weeks, and now she was doing the same around his brother. “Would you like a ride home?”

“Only If you don’t mind and promise to keep today to yourself?”

“Anything for Isobel.” Chandler wrapped an around her shoulder and guided her to the entrance of the building before adding, “But I have to say this just proves the point that nice guys finish last.”

•

Once Isobel got home she immediately cleaned and shaved her entire body. Her thoughts prolonged the time she spent under the scorching water with the amount of times she dissociated while lathering her skin with her vanilla wash and as she watched her pink razor glide up legs.

Part of her still wanted to see Drew, to talk to him about Chandler—or just to steal a kiss from his lips. Then there was the sensible side of her that wanted to keep the distance so things couldn’t get anymore complicated. It had been a day and her plan to not share their relationship with their family was spreading her thin.

Doing her best to keep a positive mindset about all of this she put all her energy into her post bathroom rituals. Slipping on her satin robe and lathering her skin with her favorite moisturizer. Maybe tonight called for at least one glass of champagne to calm her nerves.

The Cooper’s estate looked the same in the evening as it did in the early hours of the morning when Drew left without being able to see or bid a goodbye to Isobel. Leaving her without doing so made him feel scattered, like there still something he needed to do.

Drew was the first of his family to be dressed for the business cocktail. Now his mother was sending him over to get something from Isobel since she had to go straight to the event from their home. He’d made sure to text Isobel that he was on the way over, but he’d yet to receive a response.

He punched in the code to the front door and let himself into the main foyer before shutting the door behind him. An intruder would think that the place was empty due to the quietness, but as he got closer to the stairs he could hear a familiar hum of a melody flowing down to his welcoming ears. He’d always been drawn to to sound the of her voice whether she was mindlessly singing a song or simply speaking to him.

The trek up the staircase was made short from him skipping every other step, after not having seen her all day his patience was wearing thin. Her door was cracked when he approached it making way for the sweet smell of vanilla to grace his nose. He would never be able to smell that note in a candle or perfume ever again because he would be taken back to a time where he was becoming infatuated with all that she was—a time where it sort of hit him all at once.

“Isobel.”

She knew Drew probably knocked before the door let out a whine as the hinges were turned, but all she heard was the sound of his deep voice. He said her name just as he always did, always sounding so gentle yet commanding. She didn’t turn to face him though, not in the current state she was in with her dress resting on the expanse of her waist only covering her bottom half.

Her only reaction was placing an arm across her breast before she froze in place keeping her back facing him.

“Shit, I can come back.” He seemed to struggle to say as he cleared his throat.

She got the urge to twist around towards him, but stopped herself, remembering she was half naked and eagerly replied, “No! Just come in and, um, shut the door.” She stumbled over her words.

The decision was instinctive, she didn’t think it over before she said it. Isobel wanted to see him, to be alone with him, to just be with him. A moment after a day apart where it was just Isobel and Drew no matter what it entailed.

Drew didn’t argue with the woman as he pushed the door closed behind him, but his eyes stayed on her exposed back. She could tell him to do anything and he probably would do it without hesitancy. Backs weren’t usually his thing, but right now with her muscles pulled tight while she was presumably shielding her breast had his blood rushing.

“You can come closer, Drew, I need help with my dress anyway.” Fuck. He was going to dissipate into thousands of tiny pieces of nothing if he got anywhere near Isobel, but he still walked over to her and immediately was suffocated by her scent. She smelled like a woman, she was his favorite smell, and no other woman would ever be able replicate how it made him feel.

It was times where he was this close to her admiring her smooth skin, the curve of her hips and back that led to her inviting neck that he treasured her the most. It was the intimate moments like this, the things Isobel wanted to keep just between them that he was able to appreciate her in ways no one else could, “Can I touch you, Isobel?”

Isobel hummed in permission because if she spoke she’s not sure what she would have decided. She knew they were pushing boundaries, but she wanted this.

His arms slid around her waist with a sort of familiarity that made her backside melt into his body as he pulled her into his embrace. The hard feeling of his chest and torso being pressed against her made her body heat in response—it made her brain turn to gush.

Then she felt him lean down to her height so he could tuck his chin into the side of her neck and all logic slipped from her mind.

“I missed you today, Izzy.” He mumbled into her ear.

His deep voice had goosebumps scattering down her arms, she knew he could see it, watching her body react to him. They both looked as his hands flattened on her stomach, rubbing the soft skin before he pushed down against it with his palm ripping a gasp from her throat, “Don’t ignore me, Is.”

“You weren’t, uh-“ she trailed off when she felt him press his groin into her backside. She thickly swallowed as a surge of desire fluttered in her gut. He lowered his right hand to her thigh pinching it, urging her to keep going like his dick wasn’t nestled against her ass. “-I didn’t see you at C&S earlier when I stopped by.”

Drew stayed silent behind her, and not being able to see him in this position made her aware of everything else. The way his rough hands felt grazing her belly, the shallowness of his breaths as his chest rose and fell against her. And now how his fingers tips felt tapping teasingly along the length of her arm that she was using to cover her chest. Her nipples pebbled against it causing her breasts to ache as she unconsciously tightened her hold.

“You were looking for me?” He mumbled with his mouth still brushing her left ear. She let her eyes flutter close at the sound of his voice, at the way the teasing tone could pass for a sensual whisper, “Did you miss me too?”

As Isobel hesitated to answer him he applied more pressure to her abdomen, coincidentally pushing her ass against the swell of his hardening dick. She skipped a breathe while he cleared his throat behind her.

The urge to satisfy his curiosity and caress his ego so he knew he wasn’t the only one missing the other came too easily to her. But she couldn’t always give him exactly what he wanted.

“I was fine actually.”

She was killing him, slowly, softly, torturously, in a way that just made him want her more. With her words still up in the air, it was then he realized how badly he wanted to hear her say that she missed him. It wouldn’t just be a careless reply to his confession, but a sweet endearment he longed to hear from her lips, “Yeah?”

“Mhm.” Was all she gave him back, but she dragged it out in way that made him bite his lip as the sound hit him right in his lower stomach. He was distracted, his mind so occupied with the feel of her body in his arms he’d forgotten exactly who he was dealing with.

Before he knew it she was using her free hand as leverage, slightly leaning forward as she held onto to his forearm so she could grind her round ass against his dick. She’d been able to wind her hips in a single torturous circular motion before he restricted her movements, gripping her hips with both of his hands and loudly kissed his teeth, “Fuck, stop.”

“Why?” He could hear the pout in her voice as he eyed the way the fabric of her dress had gathered slightly above her ass so her panty covered heat was pressed to his suit pants.

“You said you didn’t want this.” As much he liked having her like this, he couldn’t let this go any further without considering the things she’d enforced in his truck just over a day ago. That’s all it took, a day to go against everything they agreed on. The position he had her in was far from platonic, but they could still stop before things got out of control.

“I know.” Her tone was detached and it made him loosen his hold on her a bit, but she stayed where she was as she seemed to think over her next words, “You just make me want to be bad, Drew.”

His name left her mouth like a prayer, like she was calling out to him in mercy. She let the arm holding her breasts drop and his eyes averted elsewhere not wanting to make her uncomfortable thinking she was ready to finish getting dressed. Until her hands covered his bigger ones, threading her fingers between his and guided them upward. He couldn’t help but press himself further into her when the feeling of her breasts filled his palms, squeezing them when he was suddenly hit with another pang of pleasure.

Isobel didn’t recognize her own voice, or believe the things she was saying. But that’s how everything felt with Drew—uncharted and unexpected. She loved the person she became when was baring herself to him. Sure most of their relationship was physical but he’d somehow managed to get her to strip some of her mental restraints, even if it was just a little.

“Bend over.” The quietness in the room and the knowledge that the house was empty besides them two made the order slice through the room, echoing in her ears in repetitive waves.

Isobel slowly obeyed sliding her hands across the bed as his dropped from her breasts, pushing forward until her sensitive nipples grazed the coolness of her comforter. She waited for about a minute or two, just laying there looking ahead with her ass up and thighs against the mattress.

Then blindly she felt him press his covered dick in between the cheeks of her ass until he was nestled between them, but it was when she felt him fold the skirt of her dress up so she was fully exposed to him that she began to pant from her heart racing.

The sound of a growl disrupted the silence and amplified when she wiggled her hips teasingly. He slid his hands up her ass, giving it a soft pinch before continuing on to her lower back, but when she heard the sound of her zipper being pulled up she whined in disappointment, “Drew.”

“What baby?” He replied and Isobel’s mouth dropped open at the endearment before clamping it back shut, that word alone may be her undoing.

The endearment sounded natural on his lips as if he’d been calling her that for as long as she could remember, and her eardrum’s purred in need for him to say it over and over again.

Baby.

Drew slipped his hand under her stomach pulling her up so he could get more of the dress zipped. He heard her audibly sigh when she pulled the front of her dress up, covering herself before turning to face him with the cutest pout on her lips. They could’ve gone so much further but all he wanted from her as he looked down at her was a kiss.

“I don’t want to stop.” Isobel mumbled while wrapping her arms around him and placing her chin on his chest, “You always do this to me.”

Drew chuckled at her words with his eyes still trained on her mouth. Thinking back he had been the one to pump the breaks every time things got intense between them, but he was doing it for both of their sakes.

And while being home around family and seeing the way everyone looked at her with such adoration made him realize just what he had. He had no desire to rush things with her, she didn’t deserve that. Trying to fit in a quick hookup before someone got to the house wasn’t how he pictured being physical in any way with her.

Drew wanted to take his time with Isobel.

“Can I kiss you as an apology?” He smirked and tightened his arms around her as she tried to push away from him with a glare. “No you lost your chance.” She affirmed but the smile slipping onto her lips contradicted her denial.

It was now Drew that was poking out his bottom lip in a pout. It took everything for her not a pounce on him when he asked for a kiss, but now with the exaggerated look of sadness it was more than enough excuse to go back on her word.

Isobel leaned up on her toes and closed the distance between them as she pressed her lips to his. His groan and her moan complemented the other in sweet symmetry. She started to pull away but he moved into her pushing her back with the force of his mouth until she dipped backwards in his arms.

“If you two love birds are done, mom’s waiting for you outside in the car, Drew.” A voice that no doubt belonged to Chandler came from other side of the door.

Both of their eyes snapped open as Drew reached around her body and instinctively zipped the rest of her dress up. Isobel stumbled back, pulling herself out of his hold and straightened out the fabric. She caught his gaze again only to see her lipgloss smeared over his lips, and reached up to harshly wipe it off with her thumb before pushing him towards the door.

“We were just talking, Chandler, mind your business.” Drew countered as he opened the door to reveal his nosey little brother.

Chandler took a step forward and leaned against the door frame with his arms cross against his chest. Clad in a suit he looked like was going to be onboarding at C&S just like his older brother in just a few months, “Who knew that both of you were such horrible liars, but maybe seeing through bullshit just comes with age.”

“Let’s just go, Isobel has to finish getting ready.” Drew ignore him, ushering him out of the doorway by his shoulder into the hall, but Chandler managed to twist out of his grasp before facing Isobel again. “Can I get the envelope, Iz?” He requested with an innocent smile.

Drew’s hand tightened into a fist at the sound of his own brother using that nickname for her. It had never been a problem before, but now his endearments for her meant so much more to him—she meant so much more to him.

He watched in silence while she retrieved and handed over the envelope that he’d almost forgotten about to Chandler who still had that annoying grin on his face.

“Oh and Isobel your dress is wrinkled.”

TABLE OF CONTENTS

PART TEN

[crashnburnharu]

Hello everyone and welcome too the official page for Twst Fanfiction "The Puppet Prince of Pain" a rewrite of the Twisted Wonderland Canon Storyline featuring my almost offensive number of Twst OCs (Oh my God there's over 100 of them 😮‍💨😐) centered around The "Puppet Prince" himself, before I actually get into the storyline itself I'll post information on my ocs, it won't be DAILY since I'm also running a YouTube channel and an AO3 where I'm posting a less detailed version of the storyline, Today we'll start with my Feral German Shepherd himself, He's a real hit on the other platforms as well the main character, The one and only Puppet Prince of Pain (A crossover character in the fandoms Mystic Messenger, Obey Me, Stargate, Stranger Things, Wannabe Challenge, MLB)

Name: Prince Miles Draconia (Also known as Miles Terrence Crowley)

Nicknames: Snow, Azazel, Tox

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: He/They

School: Night Raven College

Character: The Disney Princes

Year and Class: 3rd year, Class 3-C

Dorm: Pomefiore but stays in Ramshackle

Birthday: 10/31

Age: About 403 but considers himself 19

Height: 6'5.8

Dominant Hand: Left

From: Born in Thorne Valley but grew up in another dimension in a version of Seoul, South Korea

Club: Film Appreciation club, Lacrosse, Gargoyle Appreciation club, D&D Club

Favorite Subject: History of Magic

Least Favorite Subject: Flight Class

Favorite Food: Berries

Least Favorite food: Bitter Smoothies

Talent: Jack of All Trades, especially good at Singing and Voice Acting

Likes: Vil Schoenhiet, Drawing, Anime, Gaming, BL Media, Hanging out with his friends, Playing Lacrosse, Singing, Voice acting, Spoiling Vil Schoenhiet (Just to name a few)

Dislikes: Seeing people get hurt, Annoying people, being Crowded around, arguing, Rook Hunt, Seeing Vil troubled, his own face, people objectifing another human being (For trauma reasons)

Physical appearance, I have quite a few drawings of my Feral German Shepherd that I'm happy to share however I'll give a quick description regardless

Hair color: Black with a streak of white

Eye color: Baby Blue (Initially Black due to a condition called Aniridia)

Idol smile

Freckles

Tattoos (An intricate Rose couple tattoo without a match on Right arm, Broken Angel wings tattoo on Back, Torn up chest with ribcage and heart showing tattoo on chest)

Muscular

Peachfuzz Facial hair

Wears mostly Black the only exception being a spray painted Jean jacket with grey cotton sleeves and a cream colored hood and a pair of Scooby Doo themed spray painted Sneakers

Idol hairstyle

Starts out the story with extensive scars

Backstory

Born Prince Miles Draconia and the older brother of Malleus, Miles was about 5 years old during the Fae-Human war and while extensive attempt to keep him from doing it he sticks himself in the middle of everything deciding very stubbornly that he was going to help Laverne and Lilia (Baby Dragon Miles is featured quite heavily in Lilia's Book 7 dream) in order to protect his mom and little brother

At some point during the war he gets separated from Lilia, He's found by the angel of death, The Grim Reaper Azrael HaMal'ach HaMavett who takes him in and cares for him in the world between Plains of life and death aka Limbo, until he realizes that having Miles in Limbo is effecting his memories and aging, the toddler isn't aging, despite the time that had passed he was still 5 and his memories had faded, the only thing the 5 year old remembers is his own name and Azrael

in order to stop this degradation of Miles's wellbeing Azrael gives the young prince to the mother of a close friend giving him false memories of the woman being his grandmother and the woman's son being his dad (The man in question being Dire Crowley) to avoid any issues caused by the Dragon Fae nature of his appearance the woman Eliana changes it to the one he has in the post-NRC story going as far as inhibiting his vision to limit the likelihood he'll be discovered, She then moves to a secondary dimension called The Reflected (Since it reflects our world)

Eliana settles into a rich Christian Neighborhood in Seoul, South Korea where Miles meets Choi Hana, the daughter of a friend of Eliana's the two toddlers grow up together close enough that Hana and Miles would always insist they were going to get married when they grew up

A incident with Miles trying to copy some Catholic women who were praying to an Angel statue leads to him becoming a Catholic and becoming Azazel Crowley

At the age of 8 years old it becomes MysMe crossover territory and Miles met two boys in his neighborhood, Kim Jihyun and Han Jumin both boys were 2 years younger than him at 6 years old, Jihyun was convinced that he was an actual angel because he had the name of an angel and Jumin just thought he was interesting enough to develop a crush on him (Jumin Han does is a LITTLE gay)

About a year later a forth member is added to the little friend group Miles has, a little girl 4 years younger than Miles named Emily who was abandoned by her Biological parents, Miles essentially unofficially adopts Emma and raises her himself with permission from his grandmother, the 5 of them (Miles, Hana, Jihyun, Jumin and Emma) spend an EXTENSIVE amount of time together with Jumin's crush on Miles growing

At 12 years old Miles runs into some trouble from a Businessman who really wants to secure a relationship between his daughter and Miles, he absolutely Harrasses Eliana and even kidnaps him because of this whole mess Eliana packs up Miles, Emma and their three cats Alchemist, Grimoire and Aces (Alchemist being Eliana's cat and Grimoire and Aces' Mother, Grimoire and Aces being Miles' cats) and Moves

Miles continues going to the same Catholic church and becomes close with a small Vermillion haired boy named Choi Saeyoung who'd decided sitting next to the Priest's favorite was the most logical choice, Since Miles was always willing to listen Saeyoung would confide in him just about anything, Miles slowly learned about the situation with Saeyoung and his twin brother Saeran and even though he was only 12 he tried his best to help

At the age of 14 it swaps to MLB crossover territory, Miles got his first boyfriend a band kid he was going to middle school with named Luka, since Music was a passion of his Miles had joined Band to be able to learn to play every instrument there was (He was already really good at Piano) Luka and Miles bounded over the fact Miles had been writing his own songs, Luka would play bass in the Background while Miles poured his heart out into a Leather-bound notebook while Playing the piano, that was their relationship they could easily communicate their feelings for each other that way, Just before moving to the next grade Miles got an invitation to attend a highly prestigious academy and Luka found out his mother was going to pack him and his sister Juleka up and move back to Paris in their houseboat as a going away gift Miles gave Luka a handmade Lavender scented Necklace with Don't Cry written on it in Kanji

Around this time as well he meets a Dock bar singer named Park Minho who goes by the Alias Issac Lucette and the Stage named Eden's Garden or just Eden who took Miles under his wing paying him to live out his dreams of being a singer

The Taromishi Academy Arc is.... Something that needs it's own talk however I will say he gets his life irreparably ruined by a Senior girl while there and Eden who becomes his Legal Guardian after his grandmother's death is murdered by a drunk sailor

However he does become an idol Trainee for a time meeting his second adopted Father Lee Seojang ala Firework a Homosexual Solo artist, Miles convinces Seojang to join a boyband like the company was wanting him to and because of it Seojang meets the love of his life Woo-Jae

Miles himself becomes a temporary part of a 6 member boyband called Find The Beat though Find The Beat never actually debuts since Miles ends up quitting the company at 18 due to being in a shitty headspace

At the age of 19 after getting in a huge fist fight with a close Sunbae of his named Taylor Miles discovers a Mirror that causes him to wind up at NRC on the day of Orientation at the start of the Twst story