#and uhhh a nameless guy?

[rabiddogjournal]

did i post this. digital sketchbook from the end of august

[dinsbeskar]

The Number of the Beast (Sauron/F!Reader)

After his frankly embarrassing defeat at Tol-in-Gaurhoth, Sauron seeks you out;

You discover his werewolf form and press him for the whole truth and nothing but

Sequel to Wicked Game // AO3 Link

Songs to listen to: Animals by Maroon 5, Closer by Nine Inch Nails (obviously Sauron's jam), Teeth by Lady Gaga

Special Mention to Home by Snow Ghosts, as recommended by @sansaorgana, immaculate vibes for this fic!!

Warnings: 18+! Werewolf!Sauron, smut (smh we cannot keep it clean for 5 minutes!!) werewolf sex (I'm sorry!! It's not a lot!! Idk!!!), P in V sex, oral sex (female receiving), dubcon (he is not in control of himself and even though you are up for it, you're still terrified of him and his uhhh size), size kink/size difference, hurt/comfort, manipulation (it's Sauron, he sucks guys idk), angst towards the end

A/N: y'know what, I warned you all this was going to happen. Sauron is a werewolf, and things get interesting weird. Idk I don't feel like it's overwhelmingly filthy, maybe y'all won't mind 😂🙈 there is actual plot to this one, and it will be fairly pertinent to the rest of the story, but you can skip the smut if it's not your cup of tea, I get it!! (Skip the section marked by ***)

Word Count: 4.9k!

Writing playlist here if so inclined 😅

Translation note: Amarië means 'goodness', Uthaessel means "tempting girl' as far as I can tell!

A nameless terror has been stalking your kin in these woods for years, and you are eager for your husband's embrace as you delve further into the woods, heart racing at every tiny rustle in the trees. He would never let anything happen to you, but he was not here, at least not as far as you could tell.

Usually when he drew close, you could feel a warmth deep in your soul, like embers stoked in a neglected fire, made to dance and blaze again with renewed vigour whenever he returned to you. But for the moment all you feel is an icy cold fear in the pit of your stomach; you should not be out here alone.

You think to turn back, to run back to the safety of your fledgling city, but you press on. He promised he would be here, and you cannot disappoint him, not after the long months he has spent in the north craving your touch.

The forest is so quiet as you make your way to the glade that has become so sacred to you and your husband. You keep as silent as you can, footsteps making no rustle in the leaves underfoot; the air is too still, the silence deafening where there should be sounds of birds and insects conducting their nightly business.

You are not far from your meeting place now as even the wind falls still. You breathe a sigh of relief as you catch sight of the rushing water that will lead you to safety. He will be there to assuage all your silly fears, the thought giving you the strength to keep moving.

A sharp howl, long and guttural, pierces the air, and you freeze. It sounded far off, or maybe closer than you think; your head is in a spin as you try to judge what could have possibly made such an unearthly sound. It didn't sound like any wolf you've ever heard; it had an almost sorrowful lilt that drew you to it. Shaking it off, you creep into the glade, expecting to see him there.

Disappointment washes through you; you are alone, and now you hear another howl, closer than before.

He will understand, you think, let's go home.

You start to take the winding path back to the thick treeline, but hear cracking branches, heavy footfall, ragged breath, from the dark undergrowth.

You back up, starting to shake and sweat. You are not made for this, never have you had to protect yourself from such a beast. You look around for anything with which to defend yourself, landing on a large broken branch that looks like it might be lethal in the right hands. Shame then, that your hands have never seen combat.

Dragging your makeshift weapon, you look for somewhere to hide, terrified that the beast might have already caught your scent.

~

He doesn't know why he's here, why he would put you through the horror of seeing him in his bestial glory; all he knows is that defeat has pushed him into your radiant embrace, to soothe the heavy losses he had suffered and prepare the fortitude of his mind to face his master's wrath.

His defeat at the hands of some Elf-Maia and her dog had shamed him; he could not go back to Angband now, not now Tol-in-Gaurhoth was lost, and all he craved was your touch, for you to wash away all his ills.

He pads through the forest, trailing a silent darkness in his wake, all birds and beasts fleeing before him. His black blood drips and pools in the undergrowth, scorching the earth.

His mind is clouded with pain and shame, something with which he is not familiar, and would not suffer again given the option, how it turns his stomach, and makes him crave nothing but your sweet embrace. Where are you? He can think of nothing else, having travelled so far in search of salvation.

The breeze betrays you, carrying the sweet scent of the berries you love to eat, the oils you use on your skin, and he groans, a deep visceral sound that would usually shake the foundations of Middle Earth, if only he were not so deeply tired.

He follows your scent, instinctively, unthinking as to how you might receive him. As he gets closer, his soul sings for you, his heart swells, and he can think of nothing else.

Exhausted, he reaches out to you, tendrils of his mind softly caressing yours. He hears your soft sigh and follows the sweet sound to your doom.

~

The forest around you turns deathly silent, the very air robbed of its oxygen in a split second. You hear only the crack of fallen branches and the heavy movement of something massive in the dark.

You should be terrified, why do you not run?

Quaking in your hiding spot, you find yourself rooted to the spot, crouching and unable to move, doomed to listen to the beast in the dark.

You feel it then; a darkness in your mind, touching your thoughts, and the terror grows. The scent of sweat dripping down your back only helps him find you sooner, and as you hear him approach, the tremor in your fingers grows.

If you can only stay quiet, perhaps it will ignore you, perhaps you will be blessed tonight. You screw your eyes shut and pray.

Alas, a hot huff of breath sweeps the side of your face, and you scream, you can't help but keep screaming, even after you've picked up your weapon and blindly struck the great beast, before you roll out from under it and run as fast as your legs can carry you.

He shakes his head, blind rage now overtaking him, even as he sees you, scents you, wants nothing more than to cover and embrace you.

The pair of you race through the forest; you know it as well as any of your people, all the shortcuts and secret places. But your quick light tread is vastly outmatched by his sheer ferocity, and in your panic, you take a wrong turn, meeting a sharp cliff face where you were sure there was a waterfall you might have lost the beast in. You curse your folly and spin around, awaiting your fate.

Two great paws come to rest either side of you, as its wolven face bears its teeth and snarls, black blood dripping from the gash you inflicted on its temple.

You can do nothing but shut your eyes, shaking in terror as the beast takes you in, sniffing at you and panting. Any moment now, this will all be over...

Amarië... love... need you...

The unspoken voice you hear is somehow familiar, deeper and more guttural, and yet...

You reach out your hand, offering your soothing touch freely. Baleful golden eyes watch you carefully as he closes the gap and leans in to your trembling touch. You should run.

"Mairon..." The beast's eyes soften as you look up at him, and you realise a terrible sorcery is at play here.

You feel his mind caress yours and you relax, easing into the unfamiliar feeling of fur beneath your fingers. You trace the sinewy muscle of his neck a while, assuring him in hushed tones that you've got him, that everything will be alright, that you're here, his horrors are over.

"Oh, my love..." You run your fingers over him, suddenly mindful of the wound you'd inflicted yourself only moments ago.

In your inspection, you find many more, deep gouges and bitemarks that have festered, and your heart aches for him. How could this have happened? Who did this to him?

"Come, love, I have you now," you grasp his fur on his neck and lead him back to the river, careful not to touch the open sores in his sides yet.

He staggers into the rushing current, clear water turning black as he submerges, washing off his defeat and returning little by little to you.

You wade in after him, ripping a strip off your hem; how times had changed since last you did this for him, having now ruined two dresses to tend his wounds.

You soak the fabric and begin to dab away the grime and viscera, so that you can start to heal him with every spell your people know for such injuries.

It doesn't take long before his whines of pain become pleasurable, enjoying your touch and the cool water on his skin. His mind is less fraught now, more present, and before long he begins to panic. His sweet wife, his innocent wife, had seen him for what he truly is, a Lord of Beasts, monstrous and terrifying to behold, and here she was, running her gentle fingers over him as if he was the most beautiful creature she'd ever seen.

You notice his panic and immediately go to soothe him, rubbing circles over his muzzle, trying not to overthink just how strange the situation had become.

"It's okay, love, I'm here, you're okay," you whisper softly, "who did this to you, love?"

Trying to soothe him was proving difficult as anger begins to bubble in the pit of your stomach; who was responsible for this sorcery? You would rip them limb from limb, your gentle nature be damned.

That blasted Elf-Maia hybrid and her brute of a dog, he thinks bitterly, reliving his utter defeat once more.

"My darling, you can tell me, who did this to you? Transformed you this way?" Surely it was a curse that could be broken, that you could face together.

Oh. Oh, no. His blood runs cold. Yes, of course, that's what you mean; how were you to know he could transform himself at will, that this was a form he liked to take in battle. Used to like. It might be a while before he chose a wolfish form again, given everything that had happened with Lúthien.

He goes to stand, to leave the river and avoid your questioning, but his legs give out from under him. Your heart wrenches at the sight of your beloved suffering so, how it pained you.

"I have you, don't move yet," you say softly with an encouraging smile. "I've got you."

More murmuring in Quenya, pressing your hands to his wounds, feeling your energy flow into him, all of your efforts were enough to finally restore him, and you both emerge from the river into the cool night air, sodden and freezing.

He collapses on the river bank, with you quick to follow; your healing had taken a lot out of you. Shivering, you lean into him for his furnace-like warmth, blessedly finding him already nearly dry.

You're so tired, your questions can wait until after you've rested, and so you do.

~

It is still hours before dawn when you wake to the unfamiliar sensation of warm silky fur on your cheek, lining your body, encompassing you in a blissful heat.

Fear jolts any sleepiness from your mind, and you try to stand. But his great limbs keep you from moving, and he rumbles his disapproval deep in his chest.

Suddenly you remember.

"Mairon?" You whisper, "darling, how do you feel?"

I was fine. His words are still unspoken, heard directly in your mind.

"Was? Can I help, love?" You worry that your work is not done, that perhaps there are ills that you have not yet healed.

Go back to sleep, your presence is soothing, my sweet.

"I can soothe you while awake!" Your tone is indignant and his chest quakes with what sounds like laughter, if you're not mistaken.

I didn't say you could not, but now you're awake, there are other urges I'd rather have you satisfy, Uthaessel.

Other urges... you blush as you realise what he means. He only calls you by that epithet when he craves you so particularly, that nothing else might sate him but hours between your thighs. 'Temptation', indeed.

"Well, you've recovered quickly." You laugh, brushing his side and finding his gaping wounds already healed over.

"And while you're like this, my darling, I'm not quite sure how that would work." You do have an idea, but it might be... uncomfortable.

He groans, deep in his chest, making your whole body vibrate with it; maybe a little discomfort wouldn't be so bad?

I have many ideas, precious one, all you need to do is lie there and relax for me...

He rolls you over, encircling you wholly with his powerful frame. He is so massive that he dwarfs you twice, thrice over. You look down and your eyes widen, blood rushing to your cheeks; how is that going to fit?

In an effort to slow him down, you ask him again, "how did this happen, love? You couldn't tell me before, would you tell me now?"

He sighs, a massive huff of breath that seems to scold you for disrupting his conquest of you.

It is no curse, that much you do not have to fear.

"If it is no curse, then what happened? Love, this is hardly natural, unless I am missing something important?" You laugh a little, nervously, wishing for him to assuage your anxiety.

He simply stares down at you with those bottomless golden eyes, concocting some explanation that will appease you.

How would you react, he wonders, if he told you he told you he is in fact Lord of Beasts and Werewolves, able to take on any form he wishes? Or would you prefer a simple lie, or the wiping of it from your mind altogether?

You are his wife, you are bound together in a way no force can sunder, you could not reject him if you tried. But he fears your disgust, would do anything to avoid it.

But the truth would set him free. No more lies, no more deception, he could truly be himself with you. The freedom that would afford, the burdens he would no longer have to carry alone.

So for once, he settles on the truth, mostly.

This is simply one of the forms I can take. You know I am no Elf, I can do things your kind could only dream of.

He nuzzles your neck, licking a long stripe up the sensitive flesh between your ear and your collarbone.

"I know that," you whimper, his rough tongue laving your throat, making your toes curl into the dirt. "But this is new, this is-" a whine escapes your lips as he nips at your neck- "unnatural."

You feel his song in the depths of your soul, how sweetly he pines for you. Your soul cannot help but answer, harmonising with his every touch, until you are squirming under his iron embrace, pupils blown, arousal overtaking you quicker than it ever has before.

*******

His massive limbs cage you in, and panic begins to set in again; surely your husband would never hurt you, but in this state you weren't sure he had the control to keep his nature at bay.

"I need to know-" You brace against him, trying with all your might to release yourself from his roaming tongue, rasping over your skin; sharp teeth snared in your dress pull in one fluid motion and you're left bare under his gaze.

Need to know what, my pet? His tone is adoring as ever, but impatient; he knows what plagues your thoughts and he still isn't sure he wants you to know.

"Need to know... need to know who you are." You force out the words as he seeks out where to lick, where to bite, trying to swallow your pleas; he cocks his head, as if your question is a mystery.

You know who I am, love. His length begins to prod at you insistently, and you clench your thighs together, nervous at the thought of him claiming you like this, stalling for time even as the melody of his fëa seduces you.

"No... no, I don't think I do," You pant, fingers clutching at his neck, drawing him in and pulling him away, your body betraying your mind as you become more and more unsure of what you want from him.

"How? How can you change your face like that? Your entire being? I don't understand..." You trail off with a whine as he begins to worship your body with his tongue, covering your breasts with a swipe, dragging slowly lower until he finds your mound, gods you smell divine.

The bestial part of his mind begins to take over, ignoring your questioning, wrapped in the scent of you, the soft flesh under his tongue that he could so easily ruin with a drag of his teeth if he desired, your panting lips forming words that fall on deaf ears; the only sounds he now listens for are your moans and pleas.

"Mairon... I need to know..." You realise far too late that this is no longer your husband, and that the beast before you is going to rut you into the earth without pity.

Terror grips you, hand in hand with arousal, and the fresh wetness between your legs spurs him on, groaning at the scent of you, all he can think of as you writhe beneath him. You try to get a better look at the flesh that is about to ravage you, but it is hidden in his fur. Perhaps that is for the best, you muse, far-off in your thoughts now, waiting for him to ruin you.

He sniffs at the dampness between your thighs, a groan rumbling through him as he bears his sharp canines, dangerous and gleaming even in the dark of the night; perhaps especially so. Even with the forest at your fingertips, all you can smell is him, musk and smoke and iron, he smells like himself but stronger, every inch of him reeking of the man you love but more pungent, inescapable; a heady mix that does nothing to dispel the coil in your abdomen that he will delight to spring.

"My love, darling, please, Mairon..." you try every which way to get his attention, to bring him back to you.

You shiver as he laps at you, tasting you every which way, your nipples peaking as he runs his tongue over them before letting them chill in the night's cool breeze. He lowers himself slightly to wrap himself around you more completely, your soft skin now pressed against his thick fur, the perfect companion to stave off the chill.

You feel him pant against your neck, his thick length weeping against your legs, firmly pressed shut as you rock slightly to relieve the terrible pressure he has built in your clit.

You bury your face in the green foliage under your head, still pressing your thighs together as if he will yet be denied. He noses at your jaw, demanding your attention; pressing his long teeth against your throat, demanding your obedience.

The inhuman face gazing down on you does nothing to dispel the visceral fear that grips you. This is your husband, the man you love, whose soul you share; but none of this seems to matter now, as empty golden eyes stare you down, awaiting the inevitable.

Tears of fear begin to fall unbidden as your heart hammers in your chest, as you realise that despite every instinct in you telling you to run, you still want him, and he knows it.

The second you loosen your thigh muscles, he is there with his tongue, licking and sucking and making your toes curl. He is too rough, too fast, and before long a tiny nip at your clit sends stars behind your eyes, warmth exploding and cascading through you.

With you distracted at your peak, he takes his opportunity.

Hot breath on your face, soft fur under your fingers, giving you purchase, grounding you, a white hot pain at your mound-

Your scream echoes through the forest as he buries himself within you, no gentleness, just brutal force.

He allows you a moment to accommodate him, but it would take many more to truly adjust to his monstrous size. He pulls back, your tiny sigh of relief cut short as he thrusts back in, deeper, longer, stroking every inch of you.

You feel a tendril of his mind caress yours, and you reach for it, cling to it, make his power your own as you channel every intelligible thought into not being spilt apart.

As his power and your healing magic do their work, the blazing pain lessens, relieved to a dull ache, that only invites him to do his worst.

He would tear you apart, put you back together, over and over if he could. As he reaches the height of his pleasure, he is merciless, rutting you like a mindless animal, emptying and filling you quicker than you can draw breath, gasping around the sheer inhuman size of him.

And you enjoy it.

As the pain recedes, all you can think is of his cock filling you over and over, tongue rasping everywhere he can reach, guttural groans punctuating every thrust, as you drag your nails down his forearms, desperate to ground yourself in any sensation not emanating from your heated core.

With an unearthly growl, his thick hot seed paints your insides, filling you to bursting, and the coil in your abdomen does indeed spring again; as he comes down from his own high, his mind returns to him piece by piece, and he realises what he has put you through. You quake around him, whimpering and clinging to him, nails deep in his heavily muscled back.

He licks the tears from your face gently, still engulfed in your wet heat, unwilling to be parted just yet. He rears up to get a look at how well you take him, to see how you stretch and mould for him.

That is all he wants after all, for you to be moulded by him, for him.

He nuzzles your neck as you lie exhausted underneath him.

Love... precious girl... my Uthaessel... did so well for me...

You give him a sleepy smile, idly running your fingers through the fur on his chest, suddenly overcome with the urge to sleep for a week.

When he can, he slips out of you, curling you into his side, as his seed drips between your thighs. He'll clean you up later, he thinks, but perhaps for now he'll just watch you sleep.

*******

When you wake, he has already transformed himself, smooth skin and golden hair that you love so much, but your sticky thighs remind you uncomfortably of what happened last night.

You crane your neck to look at him, to assure yourself it is really him. He gives you that same gentle adoring smile he always does; your heart melts as you can't help but return it, but your questions still plague you. He had never told you he could take the guise of a beast, and you worry that something wicked lies under that glorious visage.

"Mairon..." You try to keep your tone neutral, but he knows your heart too well.

"I know, love," he gathers you to him, resting his chin on your head. "Can we not? At least for now."

You do wonder whether to indulge him, but the suspicions gnawing at your gut will not cease.

"I want to know... I need to know what happened."

You expect him to fight you on it tooth and nail, but he vowed to himself last night, the truth would out. Mostly.

And so he tells you. His humiliation at the hands of Lúthien and Huan, his command over beasts and vampires, even where he really comes from. Your eyes widen and your breath shallows with each detail, reaching a crescendo as he tells you of Morgoth, his voice low as if his master could hear him even here.

"A servant of Morgoth?" You can't catch your breath, you've long stood up, pacing and wringing your hands more urgently the longer you let him speak.

"Why are you telling me this?" You stop still and ask sharply, making him wince at the tone you've never used on him before.

"You asked, my love," he looks confused, as if the truth weren't more horrifying than your husband simply liking to spend time in wolf's clothing.

"But why are you telling me now? You could have continued your vile deception? Kept me in the dark?" Your stomach drops as you wonder aloud his intentions.

"You've had everything you wanted from me, that must be it. And now you tell me you are a servant of the Enemy-" your thoughts are interrupted as he now stands and moves to take your hands in his.

A churning fear overtakes your anger as you realise he is the one your people only speak of in hushed whispers, his very name accursed to the tongue: Sauron.

"You... you are the terror my people fear in these woods. You have plagued them, stolen them, and then you come to me and ply me with your sweetness and lies?"

"You misjudge me, my love. I will never stop wanting you," he implores, as he takes your face in his hand, willing you to be silent and listen.

"My appetite for you will never be sated, such is my devotion. I could never cast you aside, could never let you leave me." He sounds so damn sincere, your heart pleads with you to listen while your head tells you to run.

"You wanted the truth, so I gave it to you. If I did not think you could handle it, I would not have troubled you with such evils." His eyes search yours for any sign you understand his plight. "I told you my name, I never lied to you. But I could not tell you about Melkor in the beginning, how could I, when you would have scorned me?"

"You don't know that," you mutter, still shell-shocked, world in pieces, but offended by the accusation all the same.

"If this is your reaction, then I am sure you would."

"Are you blaming me? Lies by omission are still lies!" Your indignation stirs you a little, your mind screaming at you to fight back.

He does you the courtesy to look mollified slightly, before grasping your hands once more, tracing circles in your palm with his thumb.

"Amarië, my sweet, even your name is too good for me, how could I have won you if you had known the company I am forced to keep?"

It's that imploring look, the gentle tone, and-

"Forced? What do you mean, forced?" Even in your shell-shocked anger, the notion of your husband forced to do anything hurts you deeply.

"I hardly serve Him willingly, my love, no one does. His will is..." he searches for the right word, the word that will convince you, "insurmountable."

You take a deep breath through your nose, finding nothing in your mind but the sweet scent of smoke and musk and iron, the scent of your husband that softens your heart once more.

Your deep exhale releases much of the tension within you; of course, he is but an unwilling participant in Morgoth's designs, of course.

"This is your one chance, Mairon, you have one chance to tell me everything, no lies, no deceit." You raise your eyebrows at him, daring him to argue, but he simply sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

"I have done, love, you know everything."

"No. Details, and lots of them, now."

It takes from sunrise to sunset, but he tells you everything. How Morgoth seduced him to his will; how He alone has the power to change Middle Earth in the way your lover has planned; how Sauron realised far too late that His destruction was not the balance he craved.

"And you cannot leave Him?" Your voice is hoarse after so much time spent listening, but you have to ask.

Sauron grimaces, an expression that twists his pretty face, makes it almost unrecognisable.

"One does not simply leave Melkor's service." His tongue picks over the words carefully, watching for your reaction.

"Morgoth." You interject, "his name is Morgoth." After all the heartbreak and destruction He has wrought on your kind, you cannot stand to hear his divine name spoken once more.

"Forgive me, love, it is... difficult to break the habit when He himself would flay me for even thinking the name your people have given him." He cannot help but smirk a moment when your face drops, and you reach for him as if to comfort him.

He takes you in his golden embrace, holding you tightly as if you'd leave him the moment you were free.

"I was so afeared that you would reject my affections, I could not possibly tell you, and as time passed, I could not bear to ruin what we share." He nuzzles your neck affectionately, as if he has already won you over.

You are so torn, your heart and head fighting a losing battle. If he truly is an unwilling accomplice, then he needs you now more than ever to face the darkness. But the darkness was a terror you never planned on witnessing in all its treachery.

It is a long time before you can forgive his lies, but the truth will indeed set you both free.

[cuddledot]

They're finally here!!

Before sealtober is over, its a good time to FINALLY share these silly billies I've been talking about in my blog.

They're now part of my little collab OCverse but also was thinking: "Oh yeah, folks are free to make their Pinnipoid characters!! It's an open species after all!"

So uhhh yeah! Whether you wanna make a Pinnipoid OC or turn your OC/Fave into a Pinnipiod, do whatever! Have fun folks!

Oh! I almost forgot! I have made a reference to Pinnipoid culture and their clans as well! Something to give a setting a bit and their whole deal. Right below:

NOTE: Anyone is free to expand ideas of Pinnipoid culture, headcanons are welcomed! More ideas may come since this is just the general surface area, but folks are free to add on and expand, whether to fit their liking or explore concepts!

"Greetings! This is the Dirth Anthropology Study Society! Or D.A.S.S! Yeah, not the greatest name. We're a club that studies the culture of many Dirtherians, whether it's humans, clowns, anthrorians, and more! There's also sub-order we go into such as Coulrology, Furology, etc etc. We started out small, so now we're a growing group of passionate folks who want to learn about ourselves and others!"

"But there's something that many folks are neglecting, which is Pinnipoids! Unfortunately due to Orca Inc.'s questionable nature of their fisheries, the Pinnipoids are greatly misunderstood! Many folks didn't know they existed, often mistaken as your typical average feralmal or whatever. So we want to educate everyone about their existence!"

"Let's first talk about their naming system! The Pinnipoids have an interesting naming structure! To be fair, it's also a mouthful. It can be as long and ridiculous as it can be. Well...it's ridiculous for us but to be fair, they might make fun of us for having a name like 'Bob' or something."

"Interestingly enough there are five clans in Pinnipoid Society. Many outsiders of Dirth don't know the exact names of them, so our club mem-I mean researchera just give them 'Totally Original Names' and hopefully they'll find the official names if they have any."

"Some of us are speculating that they don't need a name themselves, but rather symbols. Which could be the reason the clans are nameless on their end)"

"Rumor has it that the clans are represented by their Beachmasters. We are unsure if they govern their territory or just a higher ranker among all their members. What we do know is that they're big. Like Big, Biiiiig. Possibly like some kind of guardian/protector of the clans."

"Again, these are all speculative. We do want a better understanding of the Pinnipoids. For now, our research team will find out another time! We are open to everyone else's findings! See you guys around!!"

-Deedee

Edit: Continuation Post!

[physalian]

#Writer Problems

Meet the 15th character in this series with a name that starts with A! No one will notice hahaha

Going back and deleting the sighs to shake things up a bit because there’s 120 in the manuscript

*checks notes* whoops you died already, Side Character, my bad

*one paragraph* Perfect. Amazing. Poetic. Profound. *the next paragraph* what is words do?

Knocking out a 6k word chapter in an hour/Spending a week on a single transition

*slaps down a shiny new character with zero plan* You don’t know anything about them and neither do I, let’s discover them together

Realistically, there’s gotta be at least one casualty from this fantasy battle so…. *rolls dice* no not you. *rolls dice again* yep. That’ll do. Sorry, pal.

Is this badass or stupid?

Is this hot or cringey?

*checks notes* damn it, plot hole.

Upon this most recent round of edits, you, Cool Side Character, no longer made the cut. Mayhaps you’ll be recycled later.

*checks notes* damn it, I fixed that plot hole by opening another plot hole.

Jesus christ I wrote ‘just’ 308 times across 120k words?

That is definitely not how you spell that

*dreams about my characters in full HD technicolor* awwww yeah, where’s the popcorn? *cannot replicate how cool it was in actual words*

Unes- Unnecs- Unessis- Unnessessarily- Unnecessarily fuck

Do I go with the British grey or the American gray?

*cries* this epic was supposed to be a novella

Well these two were supposed to be having an argument here. But making out is fine. I’d like to see where this goes.

Oops I forgot the straights, here that nameless dude over there isn't confirmed gay, so you can headcanon that he's straight if you want

Oops I forgot that marriage exists uhhh yeah their other parents are all dead or deadbeats

Fuck love triangles here’s a double-helix dodecahedron.

One day my fandom will write so much smut about this guy and I am here for it cause I sure ain’t doing it myself

Oops I forgot people with green eyes exist but brown eyes? I got 20

*describing the writing process* It was the best of times, it was the worst of times it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.

I. Hate. Chapter. Titles.

Is this profound or pretentious?

*crafts an absolutely banger metaphor* I hope someone notices this. I put a lot of work into it

I didn’t spend 6 months perfecting this masterpiece for you to sass that the curtains are just blue. I’ll write the goddamn essay myself about all the depth behind my color choices, sir.

Picture that Spongebob dehydrated in Sandy’s treehouse meme ‘cause that’s me on round 12 of edits

I gotta be up for work in 4 hours but this monologue is more important

*distills 30 pages of worldbuilding notes into 2 paragraphs of a fluff scene* somebody will appreciate this, won’t they?

*listening to my book playlist* one day when this is adapted I hope this artist is still alive to compose the main theme cause this shit fucks

*cries* this trilogy was supposed to be just one book

If I turn this plot hole into a character flaw, they become the problem while I remain god

*looting themes, monologues, character names, and archetypes off the corpses of my dead WIPs* You won’t miss them anyway.

While it also immortalizes this person’s dickish behavior, yes, I will, in fact, write a whole character’s backstory as a middle-finger to this one bitch from 10 years ago.

*steps back to gaze at all the suffering done unto my deuteragonist* but it was worth it, wasn’t it?

*staring down yet another loathsome action set piece* whyyyyy do I do this to myself?

Nobody’ll notice my author insert if I dice them up and divvy them out in bits to my entire cast, right? Right? It’s like a shell game of what’s author and what’s fiction

These two are going to be a problematic ship one day and I will burn that bridge when I get there

*2am and I am scouring the internet for that one piece of a fort’s defenses because not remembering is the current root of my insomnia*

*Nudging my favorite character who isn’t the protagonist out onto stage* golly I hope the readers like him

Waiting. For. Editors. Takes. So. Long.

Holy butts accidental motif and deep symbolism fucks. I am so pretending I did that on purpose.

To subtext or not to subtext? Nah, to subtext. *laughs maniacally*

Trying to ride that line between so obvious it’s painful but also juuust enough foreshadowing so you slap yourself for not seeing it sooner

TIL that I have been using that word completely wrong for years. How quaint.

No you’re derivative schlock. I’m crowd surfing the books that came before and loving every second of it.

Damn I wasted a really good name on this throwaway character

*checks notes* wait, who's taller? Where does your hair part? Are you left or right-handed?

*musing over a character slated for death* damn, I really like you. Since I am in fact god, you shall live another day. *rewerites the entire finale*

God I hope people like this story

[profanetools]

tumblr wouldn't let me reply with a poll on the original post </3. only had ten options so had to make decisions.

[gothicprep]

in december, many of us watched a 4 hour long argument about plagiarism on youtube, and how bad this is for creativity more broadly. but here's another thing that bugs the hell out of me, that i'd argue is just as bad for creativity online: influencer circle-jerk. luckily, i can make my case for how disheartening this is in under 4 hours.

there's a podcast i listen to sometimes called otherworld. it's aiming to be the "this american life" of ghost stories, but its secondary purpose is also to give advertising plugs to the host's insufferable LA transplant friends. it's incidentally good when it's not doing that, but it's insufferable to listen to when it is.

some of the podcast guests include:

bonnie mckee, songwriter for the worst things that plagued your ears in the early 2010s, such as "california gurls" by katy perry and "dynamite" by taio cruz. poor bonnie's solo career never really took off – can't imagine why that is – but she's still giving it a go. incidentally, she started re-recording some songs that were left on the cutting room floor for an earlier album of hers in 2022, which lines up with when she appeared on the pod.

kareem rahma, also known as kareem on instagram, host of a tiktok series that's basically just bothering people on the subway for content. he's also co-founder of something called "nameless network", with some ex-vice employees (put a pin in vice, we'll come back to it later). the purpose of the company is making viral hack shit: "i promise this made for instagram pizza museum is more than a cynical waste of your time. pwomise 🥺". hmm, what do you know. vice is the outlet covering it. the host says they met at a dinner party thing in los angeles.

two episodes about a married couple named sean johns and gina. they're psychics but the real deal! there's definitely a real deal for this sort of thing! the wife is, as you may have already guessed, big on tiktok, and you should listen to her because she uhhh knows what she's talking about for real. not like those other fraudulent people on witchtok (which is all of them, including her, but whatever). unfortunately i forget what her handle was, but i'm sure someone who has more time on their hands to dig for it can dredge it up.

two more episodes with, what do you know, a clairvoyant. did you know that she's the real deal and not one of those fake ones? she's referenced in the episode series prior to this, and what a fucking coincidence, the host of the show had an appointment with her before he began this project. oh, and someone from a more recent episode happened to be a client of hers too. (side note: one episode has a recorded reading of hers, and it'll come as no shock to anyone, but she's just as vague as every other hippie con artist who does this shit for a living)

one guest named alex doesn't outwardly seem like he's an influencer or trying to be, but it's probably worth noting that he's told the same story on at least one other podcast, so who knows what this guy's motivations are

gabi abrao, another influencer and one of the countless writers riding rupi kuar's coattails. i probably don't need to elaborate further.

actress and comedian sarah sherman guest hosts one of the episodes for no clear reason.

jack corbett, who makes bad tiktoks about economics for npr, is another guest. i'd be more forgiving of him, because i don't think it's possible to make good tiktoks about economics, but sadly his episode was one of the worst on the show. guy gets drunk after a bad breakup, fucks his leg up, blames it on tiktok astrologers cursing him. whatever dude. and get this – he and the host both say that they met at the same dinner party that the kareem guy i mentioned earlier was at.

bear in mind, this is only nine episodes out of a 65 episode show, but i think that's enough to say that there's at least some clout-sharkery going on. it doesn't help that the "official" subreddit – meaning, the one moderated by one of the show's producers – has a tendency to go dark when the fans complain about one of the guests. this happened with the psychic married couple and the npr tiktok guy. it's one of those things that makes you wonder if the motivation behind the blackouts is that the complaints give away that this is a bad avenue to plug your shit.

i'm not the only one who's suspicious of this. see this post on the fanmade sub, which asks, "what are the odds that this podcast is total bullshit?" OP defends this in part by saying, "Jack [the host] literally got famous from being a troll/social media guru/guy who’s good at making things go viral"

about that. you might remember this dumb thing that went viral in 2018 of a mural in LA that only influencers could take pictures at. it ended up being a publicity stunt to promote a webshow that jack from this podcast was attached to. what makes that vice article i linked to, imo, really unethical is that the author, justin caffier, is friends with jack. or at the very least, well-acquainted enough that jack was a guest on an episode of caffier's podcast that was published a few months earlier.

i don't know. when you dig shit like this up, it just seems like there's so much content out there that's mostly created as avenues for the worst people alive to network with one another. or if not that, this is the foundation for an argument that those vice pieces like "some fucking idiots took 20 tabs of LSD in the desert" solely exist for whoever wrote them to advertise their vapid friends' social media whatever. and nothing good ever comes out of it. it's a shallow gambit for quick money and attention, designed to be thrown away and forgotten about in 2 weeks. it's depressing!

jack holds that "otherwold isn't a show about the paranormal, it's a show about people". and given all this, that statement feels revealing.

[namelessneverknown]

HELLO PEOPLE IVE NEVER MET BEFORE LOL

very new to this tumblr stuff, I didn’t even know how to customize my profile 😭😭😭😭 but yea uhhh my name is nameless lol (ironic) uh

I make music lol and I love pop punk and pretty much any genre but mostly pop punk

I am a major My Chemical Romance and Green Day lover, my fav my chem song is “Honey this mirror isn’t big enough for the two of us”.

So ya, I play guitar and I love music and that’s it, if u ever wanna talk to anyone or need to talk to anyone feel free to hmu on here lolz

Hope u guys have a wonderful dayyy (or night depending)

Enjoy this pic of Billie Joe shaving Mike’s head 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀

[taestarii]

🂡 find you - chishiya

[chishiya x fem!reader]

synopsis - chishiya promised he would find you after the borderlands

warning! swearing

i haven't wrote in a long time, especially for aib. i hope you guys like it!

"I will find you, no matter how long it takes." Fireworks rang through the air signifying the end of the hell they called the Borderlands. "It's over, my love, we did it."

-

Y/n shot up from her bed with an intense pain immediately hitting her side. "What the fuck?" She groaned, moving her hands to cover her waist.

"Oh, great! You're awake." A sickly sweet feminine voice rang out from the other side of the curtain. "I'm your nurse. I just need to change out your gauze." Gauze? Nurse?"

"What the hell happened to me? Why am I here?" A million thoughts ran through her head all at once, not a single one leading to anything that could have possibly happened to her.

"You were one of many unfortunate people in the meteorite distaster of Shibuya. It really is a shame, so many people died. Almost all of our hospitals..." The whole world disappeared for a moment. Meteorite disaster? How is that even possible? It was only a few fireworks and..

..fireworks?

The memories hit her so fast, every moment she spent in the Borderlands flooding back. Every death, every game, every friendship. Her fingers ghosted over her lips, one name kept coming to mind.

Chishiya.

"I will find you, no matter how long it takes."

But she couldn't wait that long, she couldn't sit there and wait for him. She needed to find him. Y/n's nurse finally left the room after changing her gauze, and Y/n already had the shoes should found at her bedside on. "Pinch and pull." Y/n bit down on her lip as she ripped the last of the tubes out of her arms. Groaning in pain she stood up and raced out of her wing as fast and her legs could take her, making it down to the main lobby.

"Helloo, Ms. L/n! I brought you some of the war- ..Y/n?" The nurse scanned the room and noticed her shoes were gone. "Shit," grabbing the wall phone, she spoke into it, "3rd floor east wing, code yellow!"

"Hello ma'am, how can I help you?" A very uninterested receptionist looked up at her. "I need to know where someone might be staying." I need to know if he made it.

"The name?" "Chishiya." The receptionist popped her gum and looked up at her again. “I'm gonna need another name." Another name? Who the hell else is named Chishiya?

"You know, the stars are really bright tonight. I don't think I've ever seen them like this before." The stars lit up so beautifully she could almost swear they were right there. "Really? Have you never left Tokyo?" Y/n thought for a moment. "No, I don't think I have. My parents never had time to take me anywhere else." "Yeah, my parents didn't either." Chishiya sighed. "What were they like? Mr. and Mrs. Chishiya." Chishiya closed his eyes and tried to remember anything good that happened with his father, nothing came. "Shuntarō, do good in school. Shuntarō, do better. You know all the...“

"Shuntarō! Chishiya, Shuntarō!" The receptionist looked back down her computer and started typing. Could she go any slower? "Relation?"

"What?"

"What is your relation to Mr. Chishiya, ma'am." What does it matter? "I'm his, uh.." What even were we?

"..girlfriend." The receptionist looked her up and down before typing again. "Uhhh, it seems like he's in the recovery ward. 4th floor, west wing, 4507. They're not currently allo-"

"Thank you!"

That's all she needed to hear before she was off again. Her lungs felt like collapsing as her legs carried her up 4 flights of stairs. There were people everywhere, doctors rushing to get to patients, grieving families, patients who got discharged. Most people were all here for the same reason Y/n was, but some people weren't as lucky.

Her mind flashed with images of all the bodies, the people, the deaths. The nameless faces who will never get a chance to chance to see their families again, all people who weren't as lucky as her.

With every step she took her heart grew heavier with the possibility that Chishiya wasn't lucky. She was with him in their last moments, she was sure he was breathing. He had to be, right?

4505..

4506..

4507.

She took slow steps into the room, the air was still and quiet.

"Y/n?" She whipped around at the sound of the voice. His voice.

She barely got a chance to see him before his arms were around her in a tight hug. "I found you." She sobbed, gripping on to his shirt. "You did, love, you did." His grip on her tighted while he ran a hand down her hair.

"So sweet, I got a toothache." Someone groaned out from behind the curtain. Y/n unwrapped herself from Chishiya's arms and pulled it back. "Oh, shit. Niragi?"

She took a step around to the edge of the bed to get a good look at him. "You look horrible." Niragi huffed and turned over. Y/n shot a look over to Chishiya, silent "wtf is he even doing here" being exchanged through glances.

Y/n took Chishiya's hand and led him out of the room. Pulling him into another hug, she sighed. "I'm really glad you made it, Chishi.“ He scoffed. "Did you think you could get rid of me that easily?"

The setting sun illuminated his features perfectly. She ran her hands over the cuts and scars decorating his face. "I really want to kiss you right now."

"What's stopping you?"

[ghastigiggles]

Uhhh maybe for a prompt we could have ler!kafka with someone from the Astral Express? I'm sure she'd love lazily tormenting a hapless trailblazer that got caught in her webs

Since anon didn't provide a quote, I chose the one I was most excited for but nobody sen't in </3 "Now, don't laugh." Mischievious Prompts [Still Open]

“What are we looking at?”

Stelle jolted with a soft hiss, startled by the familiar voice at her ear and warm pressure against her back. She glanced over her shoulder just briefly to take in Kafka, who tilted her head in a mockery of curiosity. The Trailblazer huffed, keeping her voice to a whisper.

“... What are you doing here?”

“I wasn’t needed elsewhere, so I thought I’d check in on my favourite Nameless. Espionage, now, is it?”

Stelle rolled her eyes, leaning against the wall and peering around the corner. The man she’d been tasked with following was occupying himself with a gaggle of Pepeshi, haggling off some allegedly-illegal stock.

“... Just doing a favour. Trying to track this guy for someone.”

“What a selfless hero.”

There was a blissful, brief period of peace where the two simply watched the proceedings – and then Kafka chuckled, and something about her tone made a shiver of dread run up Stelle’s spine – though that was immediately followed by the Stellaron Hunter’s fingers trailing a soft, teasing line up her back. Stelle hiccuped, turning halfly to swat at her.

“Stop – what are you doing?!”

“Shh. I’m just making this more interesting, but if you get too noisy, you’ll be busted.”

Stelle barely swallowed a whine, her brow furrowing in frustration at the nervous buzzing beneath her skin. She turned back again to watch her target, trying to ignore the persistent tracing that dipped down across her ribs, sliding over her sides and back towards her spine – before a more sudden spidering made her splutter and duck back behind the wall entirely, clamping her arms down.

“Kafka…!”

“Hush, now. Don’t laugh.”

Following the target was the furthest thing from Stelle’s mind at this point, far too preoccupied with actually trying to stay hidden; both hands clasped over her mouth to muffle a snort that Kafka’s squeezing earned, though she still managed to kick the older woman’s shin in defiance. Not that it stopped her, but at least it was cathartic.

Fortunately, it wasn’t long before the Stellaron Hunter sounded a soft ‘oh…?’ and let up, allowing Stelle to sink down the wall with a chuckle.

“My bad… Looks like your perp got away.”

“Haah, gh… Are you serious right now…?”

Stelle groaned, finally letting her hands fall as she glared at Kafka, still breathless and flushed. The woman merely laughed, unapologetic as she shrugged.

“Well, you’re resourceful; I’m sure you’ll find some other way to track him down. This was fun.”

With a borderline condescending (but no less genuinely affectionate) pat on the head, Kafka stepped past her, blending into the crowd of Dreamland’s streets before disappearing entirely. Stelle merely gave a hapless sigh, remaining on the ground to stew in a mixture of annoyance and longing.

… She’d revisit the person who enlisted her help later. Right now, she needed to pick a certain kind of fight with March to get the remaining energy out of her system.

[twilightmalachite]

Raison d’être - The Nameless Girl 12

Author: Akira

Characters: Shu, Mika, Kuro, Nazuna

Translator: Mika Enstars

"(Now, Kagehira, let us lie.)"

[Read on my blog for the best viewing experience with Oi~ssu ♪]

Season: Spring

Location: Raison d'être Stage

Kuro: Either is fine. It’s odd t’see ya so quiet, Gramps. Back then I had the impression that you’d always be spittin’ and yellin’ at me.

Raffaello: “Because I don’t have the energy to make a fuss. That, and my emotions dilute when they are passed through a machine.”

“But that’s beside the point. It’d be both uncouth and meaningless for you to directly ask me for the answer to your questions.”

“The answer is shown on stage by Shu-kun.”

“Take a seat quietly for now, instead of making a commotion. You have poor manners, you know. Your figure blocks the view of the person sitting behind you.”

Kuro: Ah, right… Hahah, it’s been a while since I last got a scoldin’ from ya, Gramps.

Raffaello: “I do not mind a little bit of whispered banter. Opera has been like that since ancient times, although it is a culture Japan is unfamiliar with.”

Kuro: Understood. However, this may be uncouth of me t’say, but I'm kinda dumb…

I won’t be able t’interpret an answer from a complicated opera, could’ja tell me the important bits?

Raffaello: “……”

Kuro: Ah, if ya could tell me. Please.

Raffaello: “Yes. Do speak respectfully to those above you. Law, God, and common sense too have declared it to be obsolete now, but there’s more beauty in it.”

“It is foolish to lump together everything old as no good and throw them away like garbage.”

Nazuna: He really does talk like Itsuki, huh~… Well, I guess Itsuki is really influenced by his grandpa’s values and such, though.

Raffaello: “Yes. So what was it you’d like to ask, Kuro-kun?

Kuro: Yessir. Though I’m at a loss on where to begin… So, were ya ever havin’ an affair in the end, Gramps?

Y’know, with that strange woman called “MADEMOISELLE”?

Raffaello: “To put it shortly, that would be non.”

“But from what I’ve seen in this opera’s proposal, however, it appears Shu-kun and Kagehira-kun have a different, or rather, a unusual interpretation—

“The truth of the matter is, the woman named “MADEMOISELLE” does not exist. That too is subject to interpretation however, but there is no human being of flesh and blood with a family register.”

“Such is why she was not even given a name, and instead was earnestly given the nickname “MADEMOISELLE”. She is a fictional, non-existent person.”

Nazuna: So far, Itsuki’s guess has been correct.

Then, does that mean that all of it was just grandpa’s joke, it was all made up?

Wait, but then what would be the point of that? Itsuki and I just assumed this Raffaello guy was just trying to con out of his inheritance…

But then, that Raffaello was actually just grandpa himself. If he wanted the inheritance, there wouldn’t be any need to pull off something so absurd.

Kuro: He wouldn’t even have to go through the trouble of stealin’ it. The inheritance is already his property, it belonged to Gramps from the very start.

Nazuna: Right. In other words, that means, uhhh? What does it mean? I’m confused!

Nazuna: —Hweh?!

Kuro: W-What’s wrong, Nito!? Did’ja bite your tongue?

Nazuna: N-No, Itsuki just gave me a huge glare from the stage that yelled “quiet!” because I was loud~… For some reason even now he’s able to get it across to me even without saying anything out loud.

Kuro: Haha. Rabbits have sharp senses, don’t they?

Shu: (Goodness, that Nito.)

(Back while he was in Valkyrie, we had watched many operas and the like together. Even though I had drilled the etiquette into him, it appears it’s all been bleached away.)

(Ryuu~-kun, however, I never expected good etiquette from him to begin with.)

(And he’s all anxious, not knowing when my ever-trifling Grandfather might raise his voice at him.)

(Well, it’s fine. As an easygoing performance performed only in front of relatives, I don’t demand strict viewing etiquette.)

“—This tale is set in Paris, the city of flowers.”

“There, “Boku” met a beautiful girl.”

“A very assertive, selfish, shrewd lady—”

“♪~♪~♪”

(Now, Kagehira, let us lie.)

(In honor of my beloved Grandfather.)

Mika: (Okay, Oshi-san.)

(And at the same time, so we can show your Grandfather what he truly seeks.)

“~…♪”

Shu: (Now, let us begin our performance as Valkyrie, as we always have.)

(Let us sift away all the filth and carry only the beautiful and the valuable to heaven.)

(This is a comedy too funny, a tragedy too sad… Let us refine it into a beautiful opera!)

(To many people, this is just another love story. The sort of trivial romantic comedy we do not typically work with.)

(But I’m sure it’ll get through to Grandfather.)

(By thinking it through, the true meaning of this opera, that is.)

Shu: (Fufu. Now it’s your turn to use your head, Grandfather.)

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[oddogoblino]

IDK if you’ve posted it already (I’m trying my damndest to look through all ur amazing art +posts) BUT

what is The Deal with Geode.

Hmm, idk if you mean like- how he even exists or what he does but I'll explain both anyways pft thank u for wanting to know

Warning, long post

Geode was made originally by a nameless mad scientist that used the robotniks as inspiration, Shadow's existence especially. Geode's intended purpose was to be a being of such raw, unrivaled power that nothing could stop him.

The TRUE ultimate lifeform, as he was called in the process of being made. He was supposed to be a weapon, a monster made from Sonic, Shadow, and something else's DNA.

But that kinda went prftt because Rouge, working with GUN, found out abt the suspected projected and sent Shadow to check it out and bam he found the little guy.

Not really knowing what else there was to be done, Geode (regardless of boom or in general) ends up being primarily raised by Shadow even if he "shares custody" with Sonic via just...dropping him off randomly when he wants to.

I've drawn Geode when he's just Tails's age bc I originally planned to focus on his life while he was that age buuut I plan to draw Geode's teen design now.

☆☆☆☆

Geode's abilities are super speed, super strength, and being much more compatible with magical energies like the chaos emeralds. He can tap into energies or give energy but only if he already has it- like carrying a bucket.

Issue is, his powers are unstable and needs special inhibitor rings because his speed and strength aren't consistent. Without the rings he can't tell if just a step will send him miles away, if knocking on a door will take the wall down, if attempting to run will be slow, or if an attempt to punch metal will do nothing but hurt himself.

The rings keep it at a consistent level rather than actually lowering or amping up something.

His ability to sense energies is stable though but always going at a mild level. He can intentionally enhance it if he focuses on something. At his basic level, he can just see the faint aura of people's souls (for a lack of better words), he knows where anyone in a 10 ft radius is.

Plants look brighter and kind of sparkly to him. And he can see any soul energies that... hasn't dispersed too, ghosts if you will. They look...different to him.

Living thing's auras is usually centered at their chest for him and makes their eye colors seem clearer, but ghosts? It's their entire body. It's strange to him.

☆☆☆☆☆

So uh, yeh, uhhh- if there's anything else you'd like to know, feel free to ask PFT

[herecomesaspecialghoul]

『 𝙰 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈 𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙿𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙵𝙸𝙻𝙴 』

NAME. As a Nameless Ghoul, I have no true name. However, I have several nicknames, including “Special” and “Phil."

AGE. As a Nameless Ghoul, I was not born and does not age. I emerged from Hell in late 1959 or early 1960, I think, so if we are going by years I am presently 65 or 64 years old. But my humansona is more in the 30-40 age range, as far as looks go. I am certainly an adult, I think.

SPECIES. Nameless Ghoul. I don't know if we actually count as a species? We are demons. Barely. Eheheheh.

GENDER. As a Nameless Ghoul, I have no sex or gender. We don't mate or reproduce so. It's all Ken Doll smooth down there as default. An' I'm still not sure of my identity. For the past thirty or so years, I have identified as a male guy man and mostly uses he/him pronouns, but they/them and it/its work just as well.

ORIENTATION. As a Nameless Ghoul, I was not constructed to feel sexual or romantic attraction. However, I am happily in a relationship with a human man, but, y’know, all you humans are so cute and wonderful, too! I guess I like everyone?

INTERESTS. Music- primarily rare vinyls and weird niche genres, Movies- primarily horror, and as of late, the poetry of TS Eliot and Walt Whitman... I’m tryna better myself, and smart people read poetry, right? Also dancing and swimming. Playing guitar. Writing music. So on so on so on...

PROFESSION. Mostly, I coach the ghouls in the band on how to look and act human. I dunno if that counts as, uhhh, an actual ‘profession,’ ehehehehehhh...

BODY TYPE. Depends on my form. In my default Nameless Ghoul body form, I'm tall and almost imposing, and almost impossibly strong despite not looking like I possess any muscle. Pretty lean. I've got a long thin tail with a triangle at the end, hooves, hands like an eagle's feets... In my human disguise I tend to slouch, and am quite thin. I keep getting called ‘scrawny’ and 'a punk' an' I don’t know if that is a good thing?

EYES. Depends on my form. In my Nameless Ghoul state, my eyes are solid black- no iris or sclera or pupil, and no light reflects on their surface. Just like all the other ghouls. In my human disguise, they are a fiery green.

HAIR. Depends on my form. In my Nameless Ghoul state, my hair appears short and dark but, as with all Nameless Ghouls, it is actually very fine feathers. In my human disguise, it’s still short, but looks like actual hair, dark brown and appears to be spiked or mussed with gel. I spent years getting my shapeshifting just right to make it stylishly messy. Eheheh.

SKIN. Dep- you know. As a Ghoul, my skin is a dark, dull grey. If one were to look very closely, it would appear to be scaly. But I'm told it is quite smooth to touch. I am a fire ghoul so I am also warm to the touch. As a human, that is, in my human guise, my skin is very pale.

FACE. My ghoul face is a stony mask-like feature colloquially called a “face plate.” It really only has my eyes and nose. The space from my nose to my chin is an empty expanse. Remember the Meliora era masks? That's essentially how Nameless Ghoul face plates look without shapeshifting. I have long, black, antelope-like horns appear to emerge from just above where my carved eyebrows rest and go up, curving slightly over my head. My left horn has a little broken bit in the middle. I have two ears, of course. I suppose they look elf-like. My left one is a little torn... My human face is lean, with defined cheekbones and round chin. My nose appears to have been broken and healed wrong. My eyebrows are a bit thin, but noticeable. My forehead bears a few wrinkles, as do the spaces just under my eyes. When I smile or laugh in my human guise I get those ‘laugh lines’ on the outer edges of my eyes. I have thin, pale pink lips, and expertly crooked teeth with very sharp canines. I fucking hate shapeshifting teeth. There are too many!

HEIGHT. 5feet 8inches tall. As a Ghoul, if you were to include my horns, I am just under seven feet tall.

COMPANIONS. Papa Emeritus the Fourth and the Nameless Ghouls who make up the Satanic band known as Ghost.

ANTAGONISTS. I try to get along with everyone, but nazi punks can fuck right off! Music is INCLUSIVE, damn it!

COLORS. Red, Black, Blue, neons.

FRUITS. I don't have a throat or stomach.

DRINKS. I don't have a throat or stomach.

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES ? I don't have a throat or stomach.

SMOKES ? Eheheh... I taught myself how to shapeshift something of a rudimentary throat and lung inside my body in order to smoke catnip. I capture the smoke in my ‘lung,’ then close the lung and throat, forcing the smoke to infuse with my ghoul body. Catnip has an affect on me that is akin to marijuana in humans.

DRUGS ? Catnip. I have cut back a lot, though.

DRIVERS LICENSE ? No. Would you trust me to drive? I wouldn't!

[xxmoonduskxx]

25

Talk about some OCs if you have any?

boy do i

okay let's see if I have any that y'all don't already know about uhhhhh

the guy on the right

I've shown him before but never explained anything about him SO

he is an old OC that I didn't know what to name, so I went with the basic "Anonymous, unnamed, nameless" all those are his names HSJSHE

he is an assassin and he is!! completely mentally insane :D he was sold to be used as a science experiment as a young little guy so that's why he looks all weird (he broke out when he got older, due to the strength he gained from the experiments n stuff)

the small orange cat thing

was also an experiment , and is his bestie/ found family sibling thing

it only sees in anime filter vision though HSJSHD so the only reason its not scared of him is because he looks all cutesy in their vision 💀

I stopped writing their story at this point years ago, so I don't have anything else to say about them 🧍 only one thing I can say tho is that he has two tails since that isn't shown in the drawing above

uhhh yeah that's it I think

[mochiiknees]

im super tedious (is that the word?? idk) when i make fandom ocs so i havent exactly finished her (because im giving her seasonal outfits) but i need to talk about her or ill go insane

my a3 oc (nameless as of now) is literally just girl who works at the library and watches the street acts from the window (if the play themes can be considered canon then she helps with those bc,,, she likes musicals,,, and plays piano,,,)

she’s kind of intimidating, but also she’s just a silly guy. head so empty and yet so full (kinda like cats,,, yknow what i mean???) she will follow you around once you are friends and maybe rant about movie themes because houghhhh bangers

she doesnt exactly have a backstory but uhhh she talks to tsuzuru and muku a lot bc i imagine theyd be in the library a lot a lot so yeah (yeah she has a fat crush on tsuzuru, no she does not know how to express it, yeah she goes to muku to learn how to romance from the manga he reads)

she’s in a uni (havent decided which one, but she probably majors in music idk)

this post may self destruct once i pump out an actual reference and backstory but uh yeah,,,

[patchdotexe]

doip. / 7.7.23:

welcome back to dragon of icespire peak! now on the roster: jason! our party has now effectively doubled. we did it kids

the twitch chat in jorb's brain is green's tv

LAST TIME, ON DRAGON OF ICESPIRE PEAK: You guys fought a really big pig! [dead silence for the rest of the DBZ intro] IT JUST KEEPS GOING

one minute of silence as the dbz music plays. absolutely fantastic. my face already hurts

I AM GOING TO THROW JORB . oh my god. we start RIGHT OFF with a nightmare of alidaar back in the arena trying to take down his like - oh my god i havent written down any of this in my notes yet huh. alidaar is a runaway gladiator slave! and his owner/the arena master is a huge dick that alidaar spent most of his childhood trying to take down to win his freedom and failed every time. so alidaar starts off with a nightmare of trying that again and again, and then zasan the fuckhead turns into a cryovain hybrid, clones himself, and blasts alidaar with lightning. and then he wakes up! and i am not doing this scene justice! holy hell!

alidaar wakes up In An Actual Bed Holy Shit. also nameless is sleeping on him! adorable

alidaar is in the fancy guest bedroom! time to find kepesk

Alidaar Is Trying To Search For Kepesk With His Soul . he rolled a 16 and now believes he can find kepesk if he tries hard enough

kepesk located! the courtyard is being cleaned up, not much time has passed since Boar Problems

CORWIN IS BUTCHERING THE THUNDERBOAR . BY HIMSELF . LMAO

time to head out to see where the boar came from!

green: we're coming back, right? leo: we gotta, we gotta eat the pig! falcon: there'll be some pork for you. at least.. i think it's pork. i'm not sure it's a real boar. alidaar: meat is meat!

kepesk leads the way! big clearing with a burnt-out pine tree that has 10 little dolls at the base of it. normal. this is fine. hey wait

leo: …did we leave twigbias at the hunting lodge? jorb: did you? nyx: did we? green: i forgot we have a guy in a box.

OH GOD THE DOLLS HAVE HEARTS IN THEM. GROSS . OH GOD THE HEARTS ARE STILL BEATING, GROSS!!!!!!!!!

alidaar: should we start disposing of these - do we have fire? nameless: :| alidaar: ..oh right you do fire shit now. um, can you do fire shit to these? ………….please?

nyx: can i do an arcana check? jorb: for what purpose? nyx: to see if i can find the fucking purpose of this shit???

oh ew the hearts are Linked to something. i am still voting for fire

Nameless Is Being Gross (removed a heart and crushed it) AH OH NO WE ARE UNDER ATTACK FROM TREE

ZODIARK THE HORSE ROLLED A NAT20 TO DODGE THE OPENING SALVO. LOVE THIS HORSE

kepesk: do trees normally do that? alidaar: uhhh i've seen a couple trees and this is new, so nameless: only a couple??? [..] jorb: -first time seeing a tree with 10 hearts! green: or, 9 hearts now. jason: one more and it can pull the master sword from the stone.

green: maybe it's a nice tree! leo: HOW DO WE TALK TO A TREE, BESIDES THE UNIVERSAL LANGUAGE OF VIOLENCE

nyx: what are we supposed to do?! jorb: you could leave! nyx: is this where the trail ends??? jorb: the trail keeps going past this. nyx: WHAT ARE WE DOING leo: fuck this shit im out~

green: maybe it's like a pokemon team and it's team pig and team no-pig. jason: electric pig is the name of my philip k dick podcast.

jorb: you could use the necklace of fireballs! green: there's like 8, isn't there? jorb: you didn't use any on gorthok! green: the boar was weak. >:) nyx: like this tree!

we have stacked all the dolls and let kepesk smack em all at once . TIME FOR TREE

alidaar: [rolls 19] i'm gonna do the coolest backflip. kepesk: [rolls 9] i try to also do the coolest backflip and land on my face.

uh oh . there appears to be a problem (tree has grabbed people)! except then everybody immediately got free. including the horse. and now we don't know what else to do.

nyx: …why did we do this? leo: i dunno! [..] green: "i could've told you my whole life story, but you killed me!" jason: that would be a pretty good epitaph.

jason: take only photographs, leave only sociopathic violence? nyx: i can only imagine in toblerone's mind right now- leo: TOBLERONE?

alidaar: let's just leave, we did it. nyx: we did it! jorb: you did it! you solved my tree puzzle! your reward is nothing. leo: yaaay! green: let's never talk of that again. jorb: that filler episode was weird!

we have found a large ditch! aaaand on the other side of the ditch are some followers of talos! TIME FOR INITIATIVE

oh hey targor has a longbow! that's handy. i wonder if my crossbow still sucks

IT STILL SUCKS.

nyx is ALSO struggling to nail the guy with sacred flame so like at least we're in this together

TIME FOR KEPESK TO THROW A FIREBALL. BWOOSH

Jorb Now Has To Roll Like 9 Saving Throws

kepesk: i look at the rest of the team, "does this remind you of any trees we've seen recently?" :D jorb: the orc on the other side's eye twitches, like "really?" jorb: is zodiark still standing back? green: yeah-- he high-fives me because i'm so awesome.

Kepesk Gets Hit With Lightning green: i just stare at him unblinking the entire time while he's casting it and then i get bzbzbzbzbztztzt

ONE OF THEM IS RUNNING AWAY LMAO. GOOSDBYE . HE HAS 1 HP AND HE IS OUT OF HERE

taken two down, now it's just the spellcaster (and the running guy!) time for crossbow leo: i'm gonna use my crossbow again..

leo: [voice cracks] I'M GONNA BREAK THIS THING IN HALF jorb: you might've already broken something, that'd explain the rolls!

green considers Compelled Duel-ing the spellcaster into the ravine and chucking another fireball orb. it would be SO funny (but also a waste of an orb)

however she IS gonna compelled duel him! let's go!

jorb: how do you compell a duel with him? kepesk: you're so good at throwing stuff at us, i bet you can't come over here and throw stuff at us! bet you can't do that in the ravine!

WAIT NOOO IT HAS A RANGE OF 30 FEET AND HE'S 60 FEET AWAY…. MAN

jorb: you just insult him.

KEPESK IS NOW WITHIN 30 FEET OF HIM. COMPELLED DUEL

kepesk: I BET YOU WON'T FIGHT ME IN THE PIT!

god damn alidaar really does just wreck shop when he's in close quarters huh. got the kill and threw the spellcaster back up the ditch! also one guy ran away but he is On 1 HP and literally ran to the hills so i think he gets to live

ooh, stormclouds over stonehenge! The Circle Of Thunder! two people are having a dance party with More Twigblights

jorb: everyone make stealth checks! leo: [rolls a 6] oh. nyx: [rolls a 4] um. green: [rolls a nat 1] WHOO!

We Have Been Caught.

jason: GOD DAMNIT MARIO IF NOT FOR YOU WE WOULD'VE KEPT OUR COVER [..] nyx: mario you've fucked it up for all of us. what have you got to say for yourself you goddamn italian. i don't know if there's any italian slurs but i'm gonna-- jason: oh there are SO many.

jorb: they know you're here and they look hostile. kepesk: HEYYYY CMON GUYS! AHEH! AAYYYYYyyy i can come up with something better, hold on-- jorb: …roll a persuasion with disadvantage.

(We Are Now In Combat)

i'm rolling poorly for everything except my sword.

oh right the pcs have new tokens!

or well nameless had a new token but alidaar and kepesk have new tokens :D

(i actually. need to redo ali's because the contrast sucks. whoops)

oh? you're a chime?

[distant WAHOO]

jorb: well it's a high dc but they're rolling well. nyx: have they considered not??? jorb: …ill let them know.

jorb: targor's turn! he's gonna tar and he's gonna gor

genasi: we've had intruders here before… let me show you how we deal with them. [HITS KEPESK AND NAMELESS WITH LIGHTNING]

leo: [spaces out thinking abt alidaar's nightmare sequence] leo: --hey why did they clone?? jorb: huh?? [notices one of the tokens got duplicated] oh. nyx: ALIDAAR, IT'S JUST LIKE YOUR DREAM! IT'S COMING TRUE! leo: AH NOOO

jorb: and he's.. gonna use his action.. to turn into a pig! why is there two of him also.

SURE. ONE OF THE GUYS WE'RE FIGHTING IS A PIG. boar time

jorb, struggling with movement: where's the ruler. nyx: he's just teleporting. jorb: he moves THERE. [token zips across screen] nyx: every time somebody moves like that i want to put in a slide whistle noise

Kepesk Takes A Moment To Heal green: i sit down and drink. nyx: chug chug chug chug jorb: it tastes like health. nyx: tastes like prion disease! jorb: tastes like prion disease! no, it tastes a bit.. cinnamon-y?

nyx: i'm going to explode [the boar] with my mind. jorb: you're going to cast prion disease.

i appear to have become a primary target.

the genasi cast Bless on themself, their friend… and then needed to do one more person, so they picked a twigblight. hey what makes this twigblight so special

Steven The Twigblight

genasi: this is my special boy! his name's steven! nyx: do the other ones have names? genasi: no! that's why he's special!

GOODBYE STEVEN.

leo: steven is gone. jorb: [steven universe voice] HE'S.. GONE! green: special boy was kinda asking for it.

yeah alidaar is continuing to be the anti-twigblight weapon of mass destruction as long as i have a breath weapon charge. rip steven 2023 - 2023

green: [cutting out] nyx: …are you barking??

kepesk is doing lightning stuff also! get fucked, our lizard is also storms

leo: h . hey guys.

leo: it's steven. [..] jorb, switching back into narration mode: seeing this-- not steven--

nyx: that's what you get for attacking my lizard!

genasi downed the boar and sent nameless tumbling away with a thunderwave but uh. nothing stops the kepesk and alidaar train!

kepesk: YOU GUYS FUCKING SUCK! Hey. [venomshocks the genasi to death]

alidaar, looking down at the bodies: hm. we probably shoulda tried to ask em what was goin on here before startin the violence.

DID WE EVEN GET THEIR NAMES? I DON'T THINK WE GOT THEIR NAMES. the genasi said the boar's name but i didn't write it down. the only one with a name is Steven now and forever

hmm. killing the talosers took out the storm, and this was definitely where the boar was summoned, but there doesn't seem to be anything here besides that? OH WAIT THERE'S TUNNELS

THERE ARE NO TRUCKS IN WORLD OF WARCRAFt

zodiark found a potion of greater healing we all forgot about. also kepesk found some ashes and a lame axe and is very disappointed

INTO THE PIT! I HAVE FOUND JASON

[STUDIO AUDIENCE APPLAUDS]

jason's guy is playing solitaire. alidaar is So confused. time to cut him free with fancy sword!

alidaar: I FOUND A MAN! kepesk: is that a treasure?

kepesk: do you need help fighting a man? alidaar: hopefully not! jorb: he is unarmored and unarmed leo: and kind of a dweeb. jason: that's what my mother calls me.

jason's guy: [..] one of my colleagues got incinerated [..] alidaar: did he uh- kepesk: did one of those guys have a lame axe?

OH MY GOD HIS NAME IS AREPO. (Arepo H. Legomenon!) AND HE'S DOING SOMETHING FOR A LONG NAME THAT SHORTENS TO WIKIPEDIA. (Wholly Inclusive Knowledge Index Project for Ensuring Dependable Information Access)

(also i missed the context and forgot to write it down at the time but there was a joke about us messing with the tree trap and arepo hearing the zelda dungeon unlock noise)

our party rules.

OH MY GOD NAMELESS HAS A NAME

DAUBLE

kepesk: this is zodiark, he's my horse :D alidaar: kepesk, buddy, bit hard to miss your horse. kepesk: and who would want to? :D

[jason googling what the outer layer of a bone is called]

Alidaar Finally Realizes How Fucking Cool His Sword Looks (i didn't realize dragon slayer has artwork! it looks cool as hell! oh my god!)

JASON'S FIRST NAT20! whoops arepo was intended to be a sacrifice. good thing we killed everybody!

finding trapdoors! [zelda dungeon appearing noise] arepo: that noise again..!

Always Split The Party! [citation needed]

second nat20! arepo drinks a weird potion! (it's a potion of invulnerability. he is not dead) jorb: 29, because your proficiencies are insane-- arepo: i went to college!

time for kepesk and alidaar to look around! there is not much in here. jorb: [scene description of a boring storage room with niches] nyx: i thought you were gonna say there's a bunch of talos guys in the niches

"oh, i didn't tell you about the second one?" "the summoning spell summons two!" "gorthok the thunder boar is my father"

GORTHOK JR

prison of gorthok (waterdeep night club)

arepo running full-tilt to tell kepesk and alidaar about a hidden compartment

arepo: SPEAKING OF FLOORS-- alidaar: we were talking about floors??? kepesk: floors! alidaar: FLOORS? I HARDLY KNOW ER--

leo: okay! i am become knowledge of floors! ………it's getting late

ali's found a cool shield with lightning designs! and immediately threw it at kepesk. it's very on-brand for him

The Entire Squad Stares At A Deer arepo: we have bacon at home, we don't need to kill the deer GOKTHOR THE THUNDER DEER! we have released a deer! it has run away

alidaar: we have affected the ecosystem. [long pause]

THE DEER WILL REMEMBER THAT. TOBIAS WILL REMEMBER THAT. DONJON RASKIN WILL REMEMBER THAT.

time to head on back!

FALCON

FALCON HAS GIVEN US JERKY!! YIPPEEEEEE

THUNDER JERKY

We Are Eating The Boar. It Is Tingly

jason: "i go for seconds" "alright take 2d6 thunder damamge!"

a new day dawns! targor leaves for neverwinter, but we have successfully bribed arepo with jerky.

WE STILL DON'T HAVE A PARTY NAME! :D

BUT IT'S OK BC DAUBLE DOES

jason: something something last name either ganger or lereffect

[damistrolls]

HI UHHH im behind by a Lot on your blog and cant rlly go through all the asks to catch up on Everything, can we get a quick rundown on your new guy esilon? :o

no worries, his lore is VERY new and most of it hasnt actually been discussed on-blog yet

the short of it is that he's a surviving member of the crestfallen circle, lin's cult :]c he was actually the nameless's second too, important lil guy