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[celestedoesarttm]

WHY have i seen so little Bill!Jon art. I thought we as a TMA community collectively agreed that Jon will do stupid things for information (INCLUDING SHAKING A DANGEROUS BEING’S HAND WHEN HE KNOWS BETTER THAT LITERALLY HAPPENED IN CANON 😭)/silly

But anyways!! I got to thinking that if Bill appeared to S2 Jon and offered him information about Gertrude’s murder Jon would make a deal faster than a used car salesman

[sachart]

It sure is getting colder

[dissentersbedamned]

THEY'RE YOUR BEST FRIENDS!!!!!

art commissions

[ashoss]

I JUST SAW UR CASS/JPV/BABS ART AND WOAHHHH UR BABS!!??

TY!! heres a babs sketch just for u :3

[serpentface]

Janeys Haidamane and Brakul Red-Dog, war heroes and sworn brothers of over a decade, glaring stiffly at the camera for a face ref image and doing their habitual renewal of their blood oaths.

Janeys is the commander of the Whitehorn cavalry unit, and the middle sibling of odonii priestesses Faiza and Couya Haidamane. Brakul is his second in command, a soldier of central Wardi - Hill Clan ethnicity. Red-Dog is not part of his given name, but a chosen nomme de guerre.

They met as mercenaries in opposing sides of a land conflict in central Wardin as young men, developing admiration for one another on the battlefield and close bond upon the cessation of hostilities. They became sworn brothers shortly after (a legally binding status designating unrelated men as family via blood oath, with associated benefits and responsibilities). Normal oaths of sworn brotherhood are renewed in a yearly ceremony, but these guys renew it once per the full lunar month (which is not considered a normal thing to do AT ALL), to the point of psychosexual religious obsession with maintaining their swapped blood. They are covered in scars from each other's blades.

The fact that their relationship is a) very strange and b) CLEARLY an intimate partnership is known (or at least suspected) by most around them. This sort of relationship between two men of equal age and status is unbecoming and controversial for public figures especially - male homosexuality is seen as emasculating towards a receiving partner, so committed relationships such as this are generally frowned upon. The shame is compounded by the fact that Janeys's children by his wife Hibredes are, VERY clearly, not his own (and may very well be Brakul's).

This makes it a very sensitive topic, and one that most people are sufficiently intimidated into silence over. Janeys has killed multiple people in legally sanctioned duels for his honor in the face of such 'perverted and baseless accusations', and Brakul has beaten the shit out of/straight up murdered people for saying it a little too loud. Faiza, a respected high priestess of the odonii, is also committed to protecting her brother's honor and provides an additional layer of defense that he would not otherwise be privileged to. 

Surprisingly or not given their fun little bloodpact thing, their relationship is strange and really fucked up. They love each other with devotion bordering on madness, but also take most of their frustrations and anxieties and hatred for the world out on each other. Each harbors strong feelings of resentment towards the other for 'making them this way' and their quarrels are legendary.

They bring this energy along on Stavis Amanti's pilgrimage and make things pretty awkward for everyone else involved.

[thescarletnargacuga]

So.... Since we're doing spooky stuff...

The Unrendered, a defective Caine asset, limbs were stretched and deformed due to a modeling bug.

I wonder who they'll run into

(you can if ya feel like it, I just didn't know what else to ask 😭)

A/N: run rabbit, run rabbit, run..run..run

THE UNRENDERED

A DIGITAL CIRCUS ONESHOT

WARNING: body horror, distress

~~~

Pomni laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling. Sleep was rare. Her dreams were just as unsettling, if not more so, than the circus itself. This was her moment of peace, so she took a deep breath, determined to enjoy it. She closed her eyes and tried to think pleasant thoughts. Daydream of places where she could relax... where she felt normal...

A scratching sound from the walls snapped her out of her machinations. Sitting up, there was no one in her room. No movement. "Hello?" She weakly asked the silence.

A creak outside made her heart pound. A shadow blocked half the light coming from under the door. Pomni slowly got off her bed, unsure of all the unusual sounds. "Ragatha..? Is that you?"

WHAM!!

Something struck the door with tremendous force, cracking the wood. Pomni screamed, jumping back. She looked around her room. Only seeing large toy blocks as a weapon, she grabs one.

CRASH!!

The thing on the other side broke an arm through. It's long, pointed hand clawed towards Pomni. The creature slowly forced its way through the door. It's long, boney body scraped against the wood as it crawled. The head revealed itself to be nothing but teeth with wild eyes between the jaws. Drool leaked from between its teeth, leaving a trail on the floor as it breathed heavily.

Pomni backed up against the wall, hyperventilating. She didn't understand what she was looking at. It wasn't an abstraction. It looked like Caine, but he's never done something like this. Despite how much as she was panicking, her body was ready for flight. As the creature came all the way through the door, it lunged at her.

Pomni threw the block, hitting the creature in the face and ran around it to the open door.

The creature crashed into the wall, angrily screeching as it awkwardly scrambled to turn around. It knocked over every piece of small furniture in the room as it's long limb searched for grip. By the time it flew out after Pomni, she was half way down the cast dorm hall.

"KINGER! RAGATHA! JAX! ANYONE! HELP! THERE'S A MONSTER OUT HERE!" Pomni tried to go through any of the doors, but they were all locked. No one answered her calls. No doors opened. No one showed their face.

The creature stood out against the saturated colors of the circus. It was only grayscale, pale with stark black outlines. If she stopped long enough to look at it, she would notice that it did not cast a shadow. It dug its claws into the floor, leaving large breaks in its wake. It's galloped on all fours, despite having a humanoid body. It was fast.

Pomni rounded the corner at the end of the hall, trying to juke it like she did the abstraction so long ago but it was far smaller and more agile. It bounced off the barrier wall and lunged at her again. Pomni dropped to the floor, the creature sailed over her and hit the wall behind her.

The creature whined and shook its head, dazed. Pomni had nothing at her disposal, so she kept running. "CAINE!! HELP!! PLEASE!!" She slid down the railing from the second floor and tried to find a place to hide. Across the main area was one of Kinger's pillow forts. She dove in, hoping the monster didn't see her.

Pomni was vastly disappointed that there was no Kinger in the fort, but she had no time to think about it. She heard the monster screech from the upper floor, then a loud thump. It had jumped down and was moving around outside. Pomni covered her mouth to muffle her panicked breathing.

The steps come closer. Low growls vibrate in the air. She hopes this thing didn't have a sense of smell. She can hear it circle the fort, hissing wetly. It stops right behind her. She's terrified to move. Only a thin layer of pillows between her and the abomination.

The seconds feel like hours, waiting for the thing to move on. She could feel its breath creeping in the cracks between the pillows. Then a step. Another. The monster creeped off to somewhere unknown.

Pomni sighed with relief. She crawled on the hands and knees to the entrance of the fort to take a peek, but she never made it. The roof of the fort caved in as the monster crashed through. She was pinned down by pillows and the weight of a clawed hand.

Pomni struggled, kicking and thrashing to get away. "HELP!! HELP ME!!" She cried at the top of her lungs.

The monster tried to take a bite out of her, but got a mouthful of pillow instead. Frustrated, it spat out the pillow and dug through the debris for its prey. Finally, it pinned her face down to the ground with one large hand on the back of her head.

Pomni was out of options, this was it. All she could do now was cry. She felt the monster grip one of her legs with its teeth. She tried to kick at it with her free leg, but it didn't phase the monster. It pulled. Harder. Harder.

Her cartoonish body was saving her from being immediately de-limbed. Her leg stretched uncomfortably, but didn't break off. The monster shook its head, thrashing her leg but doing no damage. It crushed her head further into the floor, her eyes bugged out but her head didn't break.

The monster stopped, dropping Pomni's noodly limb. It grunted, picking up Pomni by her head, and holding her in the air in front of it. Her body morphed back to its original shape, though her head remained dented where the monster's claws dug into her. It tilted its head at her.

"I'm just as confused as you are." Pomni was still crying, but her breathing was slowing when she realized this thing couldn't hurt her. "Um...what are you?"

Before it could do anything in the way of answering, something large swooped out of nowhere and scooped up the monster. An oversized mason jar held the monster captive as Caine snapped a lid in place, sealing it inside. "There. Foul fiend." He brushed his hands together.

Pomni sat in the mess of pillows that used to be the fort. "Caine..? Wha- what's going on?? What is that thing?? WHERE IS EVERYONE!?"

"Pomni! You're awake! Everyone's waiting for you!" Caine snapped a portal into existence. "I had a sweet treat lined up for this Halloween season! I know how much you players really enjoy your holidays!"

"It's Halloween already-? NO! ANSWER MY QUESTIONS!!" she pointed at the monster struggling to get out of the mason jar. "WHAT THE [%$#!] IS THAT!?"

Caine put an arm around Pomni, not so subtly pushing her towards the portal. "Don't worry about that, my dear. Just a loose asset. Sorry if he gave you a fright, but I can assure you he's perfectly harmless. Now, Do enjoy your extra special adventure with the others!" He shoved her through the sparkling event horizon and closed it immediately.

Caine's fist balled tight as he turned towards the unrendered asset of himself. He made eye contact and the creature backed up to the far side of the jar away from Caine. It arched its back defensively. It's eyes held fear.

Caine put his hands behind his back, puffing out his chest and squaring his shoulders. He hovered above the monster, casting his shadow over it. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. To think, I was almost finished with you. But you decided to go for a little walk. On your own volition. You know why I can't have that."

He snapped his hand behind his back and the monster popped into a cloud of black and white confetti. He looked down at the pile with disgust. "What a mess." He snapped again and the entire jar vanished.

Caine straightened his jacket, not a wrinkle out of place. Bubble floated to him. "Did you get him, boss?"

"I handled it."

"Do you think Pomni suspects anything?"

"I'm sure she suspects a lot of things. She asks too many questions for her own good."

"Should I encourage her not to?" Bubble chomped their teeth gleefully.

Caine smirked. "No. Let her believe what she wants to believe. It won't matter in the long run. They all succumb eventually." The circus glitched out momentarily. The colorful walls went black, eyes peered from all angles. Caine's avatar flickered, he himself was abstracted underneath the visage of ringmaster. The entire game was already corrupted. The poor souls trapped with him would feed his need for raw data. He only need be patient.

He laughed.

And laughed.

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[junkbrainz]

ooh, that's gotta hurt

[samwichitos]

Lowkey of a lazy coloring

[knific]

[erigold13261]

"Crybabies"

Sad little goofs

[sisterdragonwithfeathers]

In love with the soft curves of the human figure

[miyamiyano]

I forgor to schedule it here but anw happy eden trip release

[songsnstars]

i hit them with the human au beam

[kamil-a]

(poking thru blogs, rereading that extracanonical email) for all that bradys the "nice one" hes still, by virtue of position as ai dev, extremely willing to wipe future and restart. at some point does it even matter if the guy asking you to (oceanvoice) Submit Yourself To Murder is niceys or meanies about it. youre still dead!

[creepfactors]

somewhere in the void

[weather-cluddy]

I know we're too early into Milgram's "so are the prisoners dead or not?" plotline for this, but since it looks like they're doing death-themed illustration for the fourth anniversary, you know what would be really cool?

The Milgram version of this Kagerou Project image:

Slightly spoilery KagePro context:

In KagePro all the main characters died and came back to life. The X-rays show the cause of death.