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Here is the first batch of questions! Leo my beloved.

You can send asks to this account at any time! These are just from other places.

[sanctuaryoftheodd]

Chapter 0: Prologue

"Greetings, my beautiful wonderful offspring. You are understandably new to this thing called life and may be confused. You may be asking yourself, "what is my role in this world," or "what do I do now?" Don't worry about that. Your dad is going to make things right. I'll give you what my mother never gave me. That's right, I'll give you a story! It's what I owe you as your creator.

I love you, my child!"

    That was the first and last thing my father physically said to me.

 For a moment, I was merely a thought in his head, but that thought grew and grew until it left his head entirely and floated in front of him. He gave me form, one modeled very much after himself. I could feel his love for me and his pride as I took shape. I wish I was feeling anything at the time. I feel like such feelings were squandered on what was just a mere thought a moment ago.

 He said those words to me. Looking back, he sounded so genuine. It was a far cry from the man I would learn about later in life. Maybe he was misunderstood? Or maybe I was the one that misunderstood. I guess I'll never know.

As soon as he finished talking, he sent me on my way. I flew far far away, outside the known multiverse until I found myself in an endless abyss of grey, but before I could get my wits about me, I was suddenly in space again. I flew through the stars until I landed on a world distant from where I started. As it would turn out, this would be my first adventure. "An isekai" as my father put it.

Though my dad was far away from me, he was always close. As soon as I landed, I felt my father's hand in my back. His fingers filled in the empty spaces where my bones would be. I was his sock puppet. In my ears I could hear him narrating my life. I felt his words speaking through my mouth.

From there, he followed through with his promise. He gave me a story. He turned me into some kind of grizzled angsty anti-hero that mostly stood for justice. We traveled around killing bad guys and saving damsels. Sometimes we'd even side with the villains when the heroes weren't being sufficiently challenged. They called me "Nameless."

The me he made me be was smart, brave, talented, never failed at anything he set out to do. I however had no will or personality of my own, I was barely conscious that I even existed outside the person he made me be. I was perfectly complacent in that reality.

Then one day, hundreds of years into our adventures together, he was gone. His hand was removed from my back, and I was suddenly lifeless. I waited for years for it to return and for his story to continue, but it never did. Little could I comprehend at the time, but that was when I was born. That was when the new "me" came into being. The protagonist of my own directionless chaotic story.

18 years had passed since our parting. I've long since learned how to move on my own and how to think my own thoughts. I've even forged my own identity and ideology, one that sets me apart from the person my father made me into. However, while the character of Nameless was loved and cherished as a legend, the person I forged on my own was only met with derision and strife. As it turned out, running against the grain doesn't grant you anything if you don't have the charisma to back it up.

Also, being a barely dressed, unkempt, boneless woman with no hands or feet and evil looking eyes probably didn't help with my popularity in the grand scheme of things.

Under my father's storytelling, I was the hero. As myself, I was the monster.

[andietc10]

Choice 1 - Try to befriend her.

Chain looked at Libra, a warning on her eyes. Libra sulked in response but did not talk again.

“Sorry to ask, but…Are you alright there? All alone?” Chain had to ask, looking at the poorly maintained aquarium. “It seems very…lonely.”

“How dare you! I-I-!” Wanda started, and soon fat tears started rolling through her cheeks. “I’m doing great!”

“Oh, no…” Libra muttered, looking ashamed of their former reaction to Wanda.

“If you want, you’re welcome to come with us,” Chain decided, extending a hand to Wanda. “We are going on a mission, and you’re welcome to join us.”

“What-What mission?” Wanda sobbed.

“We going to Mewtita Cave, there’s a special item we need to retrieve there.” Chain smiled. “We could use another partner, what do you say?”

“Y-yeah, that, uh, that would be nice…” Wanda nodded.

“Pick your things and we will wait for you outside!” Chain informed, casually pulling Libra to the entrance of the aquarium.

[ask-us-cf]

Heya, I got someone I would like you 2 to meet, cuz since the bad time trio is gettin back together, the storyshift bunch are gonna be here so... Shifty, meet frisk and chara, frisk and chara, meet shifty

[lampyridaephobia]

3 guardians + the evil one (morrowseer)

all made on my switch in 2024!!!!!!

webs is one of my favorite drawings from this series

egg

[flipchild]

omg 11pm

[wolfwarrior142]

Tdp s1e2 is just casually over here like: I'm gonna give you some amazing quotes and life lessons and morals and then punch you in the gut with emotional damage.

[sualne]

I'm so excited/terrified to see what happens after crocodile betrays Robin cause like. She's Luffys best friend and he's so not gonna take that well. Part of me thinks that Luffys gonna runaway(with Robin?) because of it and that's how we're gonna start meeting other people

:^^^^^^^^^^^^^)

[candy-for-the-win]

Imagine having a dead bf

(I lauf torturing him

“HES NOT DEAD, OKAY-?! god, you guys are ASSHOLES.”

[falst]

I miss Falst and I miss Dainix and I miss Alinua and I miss Kendal and I miss Tess and I miss Erin sorry I forgot I'm mentally ill about this comic and then a bone deep longing for my blorbos hit me like a truck and I think I'm dying

[wolfwarrior142]

And he probably realized that, well. His dad would for sure die if he wasn't already dead. Because the spell was cast and his heart was needed for it. And thus had been used. Can't live without a heart.

Haunted by the way Soren reacts to the spell washing over him and the cruel irony surrounding it

The first time he refused the spell, his father made. Flinched away from it because the spell was cast for war and vengeance. It was a spell his father nearly forced upon him.

This time he demanded Viren cast the spell demanded he do SOMETHING. But now this spell was cast to protect, something he willingly brought upon them.

This spell that he was so terrified of, it now being used to do what he had always wanted to do. To save the lives of the people around him.

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Last QnA in this batch! We will start Chapter 2 soon.

These are all themesongs I link to Kana, Noriel and Leo! A part of me wants to turn these into full comic covers one day because of the meaning behind them.

[sanctuaryoftheodd]

Chapter 7: Sculpting the Perfect Body

I was marched out in cuffs and into the open air of town. I was shoved down to the town square where a large, tree trunk sized pike standing erect in the middle of a pile of wood was waiting for me. A witch burning? Seriously? They were going strong with the guillotine, I thought they were going to do something bigger for the third one. Maybe an iron maiden? Maybe stretch my body out in one of those... body stretching contraptions? Ooooh, maybe they can continually put more and more boulders on me to try to squish me to death. Then I can be a badass and say "more weight." Such a missed opportunity there. This is the point where I realized I had a morbid perspective on life.

Once again, the herald took his place next to me and read from a scroll.

"Anomaly, you've been found guilty of..."

"It's Anne, now." I spoke up.

"What?" The herald shot me a surprised look.

"I go by the name 'Anne.' Can you please call me that?"

The herald looked at the guard, then at the audience, back at me, then he turned back to his scroll.

"Right, um, Anne, you've been found guilty of..."

Phew. I thought. Being dead named would have hurt me more than the fiery death they have planned for me.

As soon as he finished reading off my crimes I was led to the pike and was strapped on. Like all the other executions, I could easily escape, but the show must go on!

They tossed a torch into the kindling under my legs, and the fire rapidly reached towards me. I stopped breathing. Despite not having any lungs, my body would automatically make me cough violently if I inhaled any smoke. It's one of the ways my dad tried to make me more "human," but it's actually not fun to find yourself in the throws of coughing fits. Not to mention I'll sometimes cough up items from my inventory space because of my gag reflex. It was worth dealing with the sting of not having air. So yeah, I stopped breathing.

The heat licked my body from head to toe. It kinda hurt so I stopped myself from feeling pain. In fact, I stopped having a body entirely as I let the heat melt me into a pool of liquid. I wish I could see the audience's faces at that part. As the heat intensified, my body started to boil. At this point it was really hard to think. My mind was literally all over the place, being bounced around as molecules. Then my body started turning into steam and then I really started losing brain function. As my mind escaped into the air, so did my consciousness.

I blinked awake. Two guards were dragging me by the shoulders. Oh yeah, and I was once again naked. I should have stored my clothing in my inventory before doing that stunt. Whoops. The guards decided against sparing me my dignity and just dragged me back into prison while I was still in the buff. I got a lot of wild looks from my fellow prison mates. Eventually I was chucked into my cell.

"Anne! You're alive!" Raina jumped up to help me, but immediately turned away as soon as she saw my current state, her face going completely red.

I climbed onto my legs and plopped down back in my bunk. Raina returned to her's, but she's making a solid attempt to look at anything BUT me.

"I knew they were lying when they said you burnt up." She said as she looked at the ceiling.

"You know, Raina, I don't care if you see me. I'm not particularly shy."

Upon hearing that, Raina was quiet for a moment, and then she cautiously looked at me. Her face was crimson as she scanned my nude form from head-to-toe. Okay, on second thought, this is kind of embarrassing. I felt my own cheeks burn up as I awkwardly glanced off to the side.

"You know, when you said you were a puppet, I thought you would be featureless," she said as she looked, "but you're actually fully built down there."

"Oh yes! It's fully functioning, too! I can even get pregnant."

"R-really?" Raina met my eyes in surprise.

"Yep! I spent years sculpting myself this way. I'm quite proud of the outcome!"

Editing my base form can be difficult, but with much patience, I was able to make a body I was much more happy with. I have my father's extensive sex education to thank for all this. He would show me diagrams, explain to me how everything worked, he would make me bed every consenting maiden we saved, we visited plenty of brothels-

Suddenly, Sotakeh yelled from her bunk, screaming like a banshee on steroids. She yanked off her pink fur-lined sweater and threw it at me. "Put some damn clothes on!"

Out of respect to her, I slipped on the article of clothing. While the sweater was a little small for her, it fit me perfectly.

It was late (at least according to a clock in the hallway) so I allowed myself to fall asleep. I didn't need it to survive, but I would feel groggy if I didn't. It's one of those auto-responses that my body has. It knows that naturally people tend to feel like crap when they don't get sleep, so it makes me feel like crap. Same goes for eating, drinking, boredom...

I woke early the next day. Or at least I thought I did. It's hard to tell if that clock is accurate considering there weren't any windows. There was an unusual feeling in the air. Something had changed.

One thing that was immediately apparent, there were no guards around. Even at night, there were always some stationed, but I couldn't sense their magical signatures anywhere close. I didn't know the exact range of my senses, but I'd at least be able to sense the servants in the mansion above us, or the people on the streets outside. Maybe they found a way to block my senses? But, why would they only implement them now? And how would they know about my ability to sense magic signatures in the first place? I kept that ability rather close to my chest.

All my cell mates were asleep, so I squeezed my way through the bars and plodded my way down the hall as quietly as I possibly could. When I reached the large metal door at the end of the hall, I pushed my arm tip against the lock of the door. My flesh molded itself into the crevasse of the keyhole, filling the grooves the key normally would. Then I harden my flesh into a metal and turn. I call this "armpicking." The door unlocked with a metal clank that rang down the hall. Honestly, the hardest part was getting the damn door open after that.I explored around for a while, but just as my senses indicated, the place was abandoned. I had a very bad feeling about this.

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(Arc 2: Ambush)

[ask-us-cf]

so whats your relationship are you friends? Siblings? Or in a Ship? Its called charisk up here

[wolfwarrior142]

I KNEW I SAW THAT

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