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Music Monday, WIP Wednesday & Last Line

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Got songs for The UnTitledverse, Wings And Horns and A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore, with a snippet for a new FC5 The Silver Chronicles WIP as well as a last line for You Make My Heart Go Doki Doki Literature Club!. You can listen to the songs and read the WIPs snippets below:

Legend is important. It's part of history and culture. It should always be preserved in the present to better understand our past to make way to the future. Now many of my series divulge into legends and myths and old stories. Some of them outright make reverence to events long passed (the Extermination Purge Wars, the Big Bangs, the fall of the Houses of the Old Gods and the foundation the Time Bureau Authority, etc). Sometimes all that was in the past emerges into the present (with the likes of the Arachnoids, Exterminators, the Old Kin and more). However, one historical text in my series is the abolishment of the (while benevolent, very flawed) Soulmate System, which my Original Work Wings And Horns is set in. The plot is that more and more mortals are being discovered without soulmarks (which come in the form of marks, initials, countdowns, etc, depending on the person and timeline), so the New Gods send Archangel Metatron and an Angel of Death cadet, Azriel, to investigate the phenomenon to see whether it is natural or manufactured. Metatron wants to preserve and fix the system because he believes mortals require it, meanwhile Azriel just wants the credit so her soul can be reincarnated at an earlier date. The duo behind the soulmark removals is a Sloth Demon by the name of Xiang Ba'al and his adopted daughter, a Sinner's soul by the name of Jezebel. This cat and mouse chase is what ultimately dictates the decision the New Gods are debating; should mortals require on the guidance on something as small as love? Or should mortals find the love of their life on their own, a small step to gifting them a responsibility that had drastically the status quo beforehand thousands of years ago; that being, Free Will?

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"Legends never die When the world is calling you Can you hear them screaming out your name? Legends never die."

"They never lose hope when everything's cold And the fighting's near." "It's deep in their bones They'll ride into smoke when the fire is fierce." "Oh, pick yourself up 'cause

Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die!"

"Legend never dies They're written down in eternity But you'll never see the price it costs The scars collecting all of their lives."

"When everything's lost They pick up their hearts and avenge defeat Before it all starts They suffer through harms to touch and dream." "Whoa, pick yourself up 'cause

Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die!"

"Legends never die." "When the world is calling out your name." "Begging you to fight." "Oh, oh, oh, pick yourself up Once more, pick yourself up 'cause

Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die Legends never die!"

"Legends never die."

Walking Fate is a fic series in The UnTitledverse based in Telltale's The Walking Dead video game. The fic classically follows (most) of the game/s, but does diverge a bit off with pivotal focus on Clementine and an OC of mine whose the runaway son of Darling Enterprises, a multi-business juggernaut, Malcrum Darling, and their relationship. They're definitely not "tragic star-crossed lovers". I'd never do such a thing in The Walking Dead universe. Here's a song about Malcrum's feelings towards Clementine that's definitely in no shape or form supposed to be interpreted as inno- I mean twisted. Enjoy!

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"Hey, he-ey-ey, he-he-hey

Your lipstick stains On the front lobe of my left side brains I knew I wouldn't forget you And so I went and let you blow my mind

Your sweet moonbeam The smell of you in every single dream I dream I knew when we collided You're the one I have decided who's one of my kind

Hey, soul sister Ain't that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo The way you move ain't fair you know Hey, soul sister I don't wanna miss a single thing you do, tonight

Hey, he-ey-ey, he-he-hey

Just in time I'm so glad you have a one track mind like me You gave my life direction A game show love connection we can't deny

I'm so obsessed My heart is bound to beat right out my untrimmed chest I believe in you Like a virgin, you're Madonna And I'm always gonna wanna blow your mind.

Hey, soul sister Ain't that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo The way you move ain't fair you know Hey, soul sister I don't wanna miss a single thing you do, tonight."

Throughout A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore, one universal rule is applied; it doesn't matter you are. From a vault dweller who drew the short straw to a psychotic resident of Vault 76 whose a bit too obsessed with wanting to kill her neighbors. A talking Deathclaw to a Ghoul addicted to chems. A brother who wants to uphold the morals his mother taught him in the Wasteland to his amoral sister who kicks old people people and harasses the less fortunate because she's from a wealthy crime family. Because in the end... they have to stand up to Arcane Urias. (Those poor fuckers are gonna die LOL!!!). Because I guess it's the right to do (in the context of self-preservation against the threat of annihilation).

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"Up in the morning, up in the evening Pickin' down clocks when the birds get back to eat Oh, to eat

Up on the mountain, down in the king's lair Pushing these boxes in the heat of the afternoon Oh, afternoon

We were never welcome here We were never welcome here at all No

It's who we are, doesn't matter if we've gone too far Doesn't matter if it's all okay Doesn't matter if it's not our day

Oh, won't you save us, what we are Don't look clear, it's all uphill from here Oh-oh

Up in the attic, down in the cellar Lost in a static, coming back for more Oh, for more

Out with the reason, in with the season Taking down names in my book of jealousy Jealousy

We were never welcome here We were never welcome here at all No!"

An long FC5 WIP for The Silver Chronicles, a new one at that, one I'm naming after the lyrics of David Kushner's "Daylight"; because David Kushner and his songs fit The Silver Chronicles on a scary level. Anyway, the WIP is called Oh, I Love It And I Hate It At The Same Time. You And I Drink The Poison From The Same Vine. Hiding All Our Sins From The Daylight... also known as "the fic where Silva and Paul survive the Tumultite Massacre together and their father/daughter relationship worsens into co-dependence in Montana". Where's Elsa and Persephone at? Well, they'll arrive in the later half of the fic... along with Kamski. Despite the fact their relationship not being "gonna kill you for hurting me even though you were good once", this is far from a good and healthy outcome for both Silva and Paul. In spite of this, they make a dangerous duo (as expected of the two), something the Seeds kind of suspect when they meet them. Enjoy being as lost as the Seeds are in this scene snippet below when Paul interrupts them meeting the Muse herself at a social gathering Pre-Reaping. [Would like to add that the WIP is fairly new, and I'm still working on this scene, and may make a few changes in the near future when I have the time. Expect some mistakes]:

When the question left Joseph's mouth, he felt a pain clutch his shoulder.

With a surprised hitch of his breath, he glanced down to gloved fingers that dug into his shoulder blade with an astonishing unnatural amount of strength.

"Her padre, of course," the soft gleeful voice of the hand's owner answered from beside him, the tone sickeningly sweet.

The stranger's head faced Joseph, his eyes closed to Joseph's seeking blue. His lips curved up in a polite and cheerful smile, one that should be dripping with honey.

The man's eyes briefly opened to reveal burning yellow eyes, bordering on an intense gold. Joseph could not shake the feeling that he's seen those eyes before. A vision perhaps?

Joseph felt himself tense as he recognized the way this man looked at him; the way John sometimes gazed upon the Sinners. A predator that has targeted its prey. And it was Joseph who was already in his clutches.

The man blinked, and the inhuman hue was gone. Instead, a pale hazel resided in its stead. He drifted his eyes away from Joseph, locking with the oblivious grey of the deputy that heralded the coming of the Collapse.

An inexplicable dread coiled in his gut when the man's features genuinely lightened at the sight of his family's judge.

"Ah, il mio piccolo Boa!" he greeted with a beaming grin, letting go of Joseph's aching shoulder to push past him, swiftly making his way to Silva to the Seed's collective daze. The man wrapped his arms over Silva's body, embracing the slightly shorter woman. She seemed delighted by his unexpected appearance.

They both pulled away, though gloved hands remained on the other's arms. The man, though a stranger to the crowd around her, seemed to be a familiar face to Silva. Joseph watched the stranger's hand glide caressing fingers across her dark hair affectionately, following the slivers of the dyed silver trails that reached to her braid, "And how are you fairing this fine hour?"

Silva graced the question with a smile; not the formal and polite smile that served to keep a front up to strangers, but one with an undeniable sincerity shining through.

"Hola to you too, Paul," Silva returned with bemusement, "I was just making some new friends. What brings you over?"

From behind Paul, Joseph could see the man's head tilt. Through the abrupt gesture, Silva's features suggested she understood the meaning, "Um, amigos, Paul."

"Ah," Paul seemed to understood, sneaking an obvious glance towards Joseph and his siblings. There was no trace of gold in those hazel eyes, and the intensity lesser than when he locked eyes with Joseph, but the suspicion directed towards them held a sharp edge to it. Paul let another word roll down his tongue, but the tone matched his gaze, "Amici."

In spite of the growing uneasiness, Joseph willed himself to keep a calm front. He was unsure why Paul off-put him. Joseph regarded the man; his stature was slight taller than Silva's, but similar to Joseph's own height. He was older than all of them, including Jacob; perhaps a decade older. His hair was blonde- or rather, dyed blonde, as Joseph noted the light brown at the sides of his head. His complexion wasn't too dissimilar from Silva's own, maybe deeper.

Joseph took note of the few faded scarring scarcely scattered around his face, and like Silva's, time had laid its healing hands on Paul's own wounds.

Joseph paused his observation, about to make introductions with the askant man when John stepped forward first.

"Yes, we were giving our compliments to Silva for the couscous salad you've brought. She was just telling us it was a co-opted effort," John stated with a grin, one Joseph's had become accustomed to over the years. John's move peaked Paul's interest, his suspicion replaced with curiosity. With his audience captured, Joseph watched approvingly as John continued, a hand outstretched, "I don't believe we've met mister...?"

Recognition shined in Paul's eyes, though it was swept away with a grin bigger than John's as his gloved hand grasped John's in a steady shake, "Yellowjack. But please, just call me Paul. I've always felt the term "mister" gives off the impression I'm married, or worse, boring."

Jacob raised a brow, though refrained from commenting as John replied when letting go of Paul's hand, "Noted. So, are you a friend of Silva's or family?"

Paul shared a glance with Silva and replied, "Family. I'm her padre. I've taken care of her for a long time."

Joseph focused on both Silva and Paul; he couldn't find anything indistinguishably shared between both, though he considered that Silva might just take after her mother than Paul. However, he didn't discard the possibility that Paul was Silva's adoptive father rather than her blood relative.

He kept his thoughts to himself though; reasoning that bringing up the question wouldn't be appropriate so early now. Especially if there's a layer of deception underneath Paul's relation with Silva; he didn't want to unintentionally compromise her safety if Paul held more sin than Joseph already suspected he did.

Silva spoke up, grabbing everyone's attention as she pointed out, "You know Paul, you never answered my question."

Paul seemed to stiffen; clearly a dramatic display rather than serious, as Paul finally answered Silva, "Well, you see, I had caught up with good ol' Virgil before he had to run off for his own business and I saw you speaking to these truffatori impopolari, quindi volevo solo controllarti. You know?"

Joseph and Jacob shared a glance; none of them could interpret the words Paul had sputtered out, though Joseph relaxed when Silva gave Paul a soft smile, "I'm grateful for your concern. But I've got this handled. Gracias, though."

Paul relaxed his stiffness, and Silva brought his attention back towards them, "Now how about some introductions?"

"Great idea," Paul agreed, hazel scanning across the four siblings, "How about we go oldest to youngest?"

Jacob's mouth thinned, blue eyes narrowed as he scrutinized Paul with harsh judgement. Joseph watched as his brother scanned the older man's black and yellow attire. It was flaunting a level of wealth, typical of someone who indulged in vanity. However, that didn't sit right with Joseph. He decided to dwell on it later as he watched Paul and Jacob.

Paul glanced to Jacob, and after a pause, he leaned closer, "Let's start with you ragazzone."

Jacob stared down Paul, who was an inch or two shorter than the red-head. He exhaled out an annoyed huff, and gruffly stated, "Name's Jacob."

Paul hummed and straightened up his posture, hazel eyes trailing Jacob's forest green jacket and body. His eyes seemed to linger on the American flag, Jacob's burns and, oddly enough, his biceps more often. Paul clicked his tongued and nodded his head approvingly, "That checks out. But man, sei una delizia per i miei occhi."

Silva had a bemused expression at Paul's words. Jacob, though, raised a brow, "Mind sharing on what's on your mind?"

Paul had snapped out of his trance, and he swiftly blurted out, "Oh, I just said you looked good, is all."

Paul's attention hastily turned to John and Joseph. He looked between the two, but when the older man focused on him, Joseph witnessed his cheer drop abundantly when their eyes met.

The cold dread surfaced once more. The dead-eyed scrutiny the older man reserved for Joseph alone alarmed him. Joseph could not understand Paul's behavior. Neither could he recall any cases where he could have slighted the man, despite this being their first meeting. He'd never seen Paul in any of his visions, only Silva.

Regardless, Joseph chose to retaliate with a gentle greeting, "My name's Joseph. My family and I run the chapel over on the island by the Henbane."

"Oh yeah, I know," Paul calmly told him, all the playfulness gone, "You're the head of the Project at Eden's Gate, correct?"

Joseph curtly nodded in confirmation, and Paul continued, "Yes, I've heard quite a lot about you. Folks around here always have something to say about your little project."

Joseph's lips thinned, disappointment resonating in his chest. So the sinners lies are spreading swiftly. He was displeased by this knowledge, but he resolved to help Paul see the light. If not for his own soul, then the sake of his daughter's.

John stepped in, interrupting the exchange, "All good things, one would hope."

Paul turned attentively to John with an upbeat rejuvenation, disregarding Joseph, "Well, they can't certainly be all bad now, can they?"

Paul's change in demeanor reminded Joseph of John; both hid their emotions behind a carefully crafted mask and would only reveal their true feelings to those they liked or trusted. However, Paul had more self-control over his emotions and mannerisms.

"And I don't believe you shared your name," Paul pointed out to John.

"John. And if I may, we'd encourage you and your daughter to come for at least one sermon," John invited. Joseph smiled at John's attempt to salvage Paul's soul.

The man in question gave a brief glance to Silva, who shrugged, before returning to John and saying, "Preferirei di no."

John waited for Paul to specify but the latter's attention shifted to their final sibling. Joseph caught a flash of an offended scowl on John's face, so Joseph reached a calming hand on his younger brother's shoulder. It worked, the scowl lost in a practiced exhale.

"Oh, look at this, they have a sorella Silva," Paul said with a grin as he stepped closer to the shorter Faith. Silva narrowed her eyes suspiciously at her father.

Admittedly, so had Joseph.

"What's your name?" Paul asked. Faith shifted, hands behind her back as a delighted smile stretched across her lips with an answer, "It's Faith."

"Faith," Paul repeated her name, seeming to break it down before giving a small bow, adding with sincerity, "A powerful name for a powerful woman. It suits you."

Paul's compliment had three separate effects from what Joseph could see; it had flattered Faith, who thanked Paul for his kind words. It had annoyed John, who rolled his eyes at the exchange.

And it had concerned Joseph, at least as the Father; while he had entrusted Faith in a role that required her to attract converts to their flock, he was weary of those with perverse sins that would embolden them to act on certain depravities.

There had been minor incidents that had occurred, at least in earlier years, though Faith had shown a strength and belief that always reaffirmed him in his decision to bring her in. Especially when she purified the souls of those who indulged in such vices, allowing them to serve the Project free of their sinful shackles; as angels.

He monitored Paul, watching as the man gazed into Faith's eyes, and saw once again how he lightened up. Paul noted aloud, "I must say, you have such lovely green eyes. Is that a recessive trait?"

As Faith gave an explanation to Paul, Joseph was more confused. The way he stated the detail was too specific. And he had stated loud enough for only their small group to hear.

He glanced to Silva, and was met with a menagerie of changing expressions; first was confusion, then came analysis, followed by baffled realization, until she finally settled on looking unimpressed.

With her reactions, Joseph was at a loss on how to view this interaction between Paul and Faith. Until Paul pulled out of his conversation with Faith and attentively singled Silva out, "You know Silva, se volevi solo parlare con la ragazza, non dovevi fare di tutto per incontrare prima tutta la sua famiglia, right?"

Silva blinked at Paul, staring agape as she processed the stream of words he told her aloud. A blush darkened her skin, grey eyes wide in astounded and embarrassment.

Ah, I see now, Joseph deduced, glancing from Silva to Paul, He's teasing her.

Evidenced by the cheeky grin that grew across Paul's face as he continued, "Lei è certamente una partita. Se vuoi, posso impartirti un po' di saggezza sul primo appuntamento. Purché non riceva un invito a nozze entro la fine dell'anno, eh Silva?"

Silva furrowed her brows at Paul, the blush expanded. She traversed over to grab Paul, telling him, "¡Ey! ¡Ya es suficiente de tu parte!"

Despite an irate Silva telling off a snickering Paul who fruitlessly tried to calm down his daughter, Joseph couldn't help but be endeared by the display in front of him. There was something else too... but he elected to push it away for the time being.

Joseph turned to address his family, and paused as John commented to Faith and Jacob, "Who here suspects this isn't an uncommon occurrence between these two?"

"I don't doubt it," Jacob affirmed, eyeing the duo, specifically Paul, "He's definitely the embarrassing parent."

And here's a few short paragraphed snippets for my DDLC WIP called You Make My Heart Go Doki Doki Literature Club! for the Last Lines tag. Sayori (plus Yuri and Natsuki) enters the club and interrupts... something:

The door class door clicked open, and both students snapped their heads to Sayori entering the class, who freezes once her blue eyes took in the sight of a frazzled and flushed Monika whose uniform was unkempt and fists were gripping the opened blazer flaps of the equally more disheveled and flushed new student Haoyu, both of their faces in close proximity of each other.

"This isn't what it looks like!" a horrified Monika quickly utters out, letting go of Haoyu's blazer and letting the green-dyed brunette troll drop to the floor with an ignored 'oomph!' as she went to address her club's co-president.

Only to stutter when, much to her horrifying embarrassment two more familiar faces entered the room beside Sayori; that of Yuri who didn't immediately comment on the situation and Natsuki who rushed in with a burning question to Monika's poorly timed outburst, "What doesn't look like what? Wait..."

Monika watched as Natsuki regarded her appearance, and then her pink eyes shifted to Haoyu leaning up nearby the coral brunette; who was repeatedly trying to blow hair away from their face, to a miserable degree of failure.

Once pink met emerald green, Monika could feel sweat start to break when she unfortunately witnessed a mischievous and teasing glint shine in her clubmate's eyes. With a teasing grin, Natsuki asked, "So what's going on in here?"

#music monday #wip wednesday #wip: wings and horns #series: the untitledverse #series: walking fate #twdg #oc: malcrum darling #twdg clementine #there's always one person outside of a relationship that just goes to ruin shit for no reason #series: a radioactive calamity of love bombs & gore #fallout #series: the silver chronicles #wip: oh i love it and i hate it at the same time. you and i drink the poison from the same vine. hiding all our sins from the daylight #far cry 5 #oc: silva omar #oc: paul yellowjack #joseph seed #john seed #jacob seed #faith seed #in which paul and silva stuck together... to no better results at all. paul just harasses the seeds now. karma honestly.#series: life despair & monsters #wip: you make my heart go doki doki literature club!#doki doki literature club #ddlc monika #oc: haoyu anabuki #ddlc sayori #ddlc yuri #ddlc natsuki #haoyu brings out the girlfailure in monika which is partly the reason why she wants to dropkick them cuz she can't have her friends find ou

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simplegenius042 · 4 months ago

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Music Monday, WIP Wednesday, OC SMASH OR PASS & "OMG It's Blorbo Bleebus" Character Sheet

Tagged by @imogenkol

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @noodlecupcakes @voidika @josephseedismyfather @aceghosts @inafieldofdaisies @icecutioner @derelictheretic @shallow-gravy @shellibisshe @direwombat @strangefable @rhettsabbott @josephslittledeputy @cloudofbutterflies92 @skoll-sun-eater @cassietrn @carlosoliveiraa @adelaidedrubman @g0dspeeed @wrathfulrook @afarcryfrommymain @strafethesesinners @turbo-virgins @raresvtm @softtidesworld @starsandskies @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @florbelles @titiagls @minilev @yokobai @thewanderer-000 @omen-speaker @justasmolbard @alypink @thesingularityseries and @nightwingshero + anyone else who'd like to join.

Three songs for The UnTitledverse Original WIP called The Dark Awakening, the sequel to A Blast In The Past, two WIPs for Life, Despair & Monsters and A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore and character sheets for a character in Wings And Horns.

The Dark Awakening is a planned sequel to an original work of mine called A Blast In The Past in The Perfect Storm saga of The UnTitledverse. Calvin Dearing actively works to push against the purgatory he's been forced in by the Narrator, with a new obstacle to "Find The Keys" in Chapter One.

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"Soon enough, you'll come round Embrace this darker art What goes up must come down Everything moves in arcs

("Gee whiz!")

You've been walking round in cycles And you've had your ups and downs (Ha-ha!) When you passed out we made contact Extremely deep underground

I've been drawing seven circles And that's where he can be found 'Cause these creatures need their sheep So he can free us from these bounds."

Chapter Two is where Calvin finds out the identity of the Narrator, and the illusion begins to crumble with another key found. So the Narrator pulls out his trump card: "The Devil's Swing".

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"Dreams do come true I was deceived by karma's tune* and now I'm coming after you Who is laughing now? You thought that you could cut me out but now the ink is pouring down A trend** was created out of ink Then molded into a 3D beast You can hear him coming by his taping feet It's Me*** and the Devil's Swing

Snap back to the era when the swing was king Now the workshop fading in behind the scene There's a deep, dark secret hidden underneath It's "Bendy and the Ink Machine!"

"Oh, Terrence****, I got your message There's still a sketch on my old workdesk It might have been a bit overzealous To collect all six of these office relics

I haven't seen my peers in over thirty years But there's no one here except grinding gears And my rising fears."

"The illusion of living was only the beginning Ink incarnate that's sinning, presented in Sillyvision The illusion of living was only the beginning Ink incarnate that's sinning, presented in Sillyvision!"

[*The Narrator has no relation to Joey Drew, and neither does Calvin. **The Narrator has no relation to Bendy, and neither had the Purgatory he made. ***Note that here the Narrator would be relating the Devil's Swing to just himself, meanwhile in the fourth line of the next verse, it has quotations to "Bendy and the Ink Machine", where the Narrator playfully, in a mocking manner, relates this fic to one of it's inspirations (that being Bendy And The Ink Machine). ****Calvin has no relation to Joey Drew, as his boss is Terrence Carmine]

The last chapter is "Can't Be Erased", where Calvin's found the Keys and now must find the forgery to meld them together as the Narrator raves and does everything within his ever decreasing power to keep Calvin within his grasp.

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"Can you describe the face you saw? Could it be one you recognise? We'd never harm the hand that draws Imagination cursed us all with life

Shamed and defaced Scathed and disgraced Tainted by hatred And can't be erased Creators betrayed us We've got it on tape We've written your fate And it can't be erased

I was not always a monster Once I was somebody's muse Innovation made us stronger But that power was abused The machine is thumping And the ink is pumping Now, you need to run Because the Demon's coming."

"I really need help, someone send a telegram I'm surrounded by upside-down pentagrams I don't have a guide Just a little bit of candlelight With an axe that I don't know how to handle right That Little Devil Jester's* on a lot of reels Long as he's on one, he cannot be real Stop the projections, he's** off his reel Got a feeling he and Carmine*** got a deal An unholy bargain, a demonic seal With a master plan that I must reveal Won't be long till that ink's all congealed Upon my body, head to toe, all concealed But a little bit of bleach should do the trick I'll never watch another damn cartoon, I quit!" "Look at you, you're scared of a moving pic." "Hey, how'd you get that tutu to fit?"****

"I'm blinded by this evil growing My heart is full of people-loathing With secrets that I keep from showing I am the wolf in sheepish clothing Flood the shop with ink flowing Push it to the brink of blowing We hope you don't think of going Weigh you down to keep from floating Come with me, we'll bring you joy***** You'll be kept from being lonely Kicking, screaming, sinking slowly Give your soul, it's what you owe me."

[*The projection of a cartoon character that Calvin has never made nor seen before looks like a jester. **Bendy is not a character in A Blast In The Past nor in The Dark Awakening. ***Terrence Carmine is the closest counterpart to Joey, though Terrence has no involvement in this purgatory state (though he did have a hand in Calvin's human death). ****Since Bendy doesn't exist here, Calvin is just replying to the Narrator. *****As mentioned, Joey Drew doesn't exist, and joy is the closest to to rhyming with "Joey" (not really but bear with me)]

Here's a WIP snippet of My Heart Goes Doki Doki Literature Club!, where Monika is still reeling from the fact that, from what she can tell through the facts, she is alive and is in reality. You know, typical existential musings:

Monika traverses on the concrete path at a slow pace as she passed Sayori's neighbourhood, on her way home

Or where I think home is.

One of the many oddities she's experienced in this reality was the lack of recollection of anything after she deleted the game - the files, the setting, her friends, herself, EVERYTHING - yet the unmistakable recognition of faces and scenery without knowing how or why they came to be.

It felt similar to her default programming; the personality, opinions and appearance that she was preset with before the curse of self-awareness manifested.

The relationships she had with others, the values she was meant to hold for her role as the Literature Club's president; all predetermined before she became alive, knowing what she was supposed to feel towards others without any prior real experience in the first place.

Nothing learned, just predetermined. And it was the same here.

She made the conscious effort to continue to keep one foot after the other, the hazy and pained feeling of her jello legs utilizing the muscles she now had to keep her balance and proceed forward.

Monika still wasn't over this sensation; not just of her body, but of the sounds she could hear, the words slipping past her tongue, the colors that burned into her retinas, her first taste of porridge still lingering on her tongue and almost making her teary eyed again.

Granted, the overwhelming senses had caused her to take a few sick days off last week (much to her chagrin) after that embarrassing incident in class. She was gladly over the nausea now... only feeling slightly lightheaded whenever she had to face her frie- no, clubmates.

The ones you murdered, the voice of Him said. Well... not His voice, rather MC's voice, but the tone was the what Monika could differentiate.

She shook her head, ignoring His demeaning voice. Strands of coral brown hair loosening out of the shitty bow tie she hadn't quite grasped in perfecting. At least by the standards of the game.

She blew out a huff of air, unsure what to make of Him. He was everything to her. He was the only real thing in a false reality, and she tried everything to make Him see her. To look past the A.I's of her clubmates to the only being real in a digital world.

And He had seen her. Had seen what she did for Him and was disgusted by it. Went as far as to reject her. Delete her.

And even now when she was in the same world she had yearned to be in... without Him physically here... she only had the voice He used to communicate with her, a remnant that just like Him, hated her.

She slowed down, but not out of the negative emotions that brewed when thinking of Him, to her surprise. Monika look to the small iron gate that greeted her, and gazed her green eyes to look upon the pale house.

She didn't know how, but she knew she arrived to her destination. Monika found the sensation eerily similar to how her programming worked.

She turned to face the house, uncertainty weighing down on her like an anchor.

Is there a family that awaits me here? a question invaded her mind, accompanied by, A father? A mother? Maybe siblings? Or am I an only child? How close are we? Do they leave me be... neglect me even? Or are they the overcritical type? Hovering around expecting only the best from me?

Those questions did nothing to ease the tension twisting in her stomach. Nor did the jingles of keys when she brought it out of her blazer's pocket.

Taking one uneasy breath, she unhooked the gate, and made her way to the front door. Though she knew this was home, she couldn't help but feel a cold dread fruitlessly trying to pull her from unlocking the only way inside the now intimidating house.

SMASH OR PASS

RULES: pretty self explanatory. include physical descriptions or pics, and propaganda. the “other” label can be used for “sexuality misalignment” (ie: oc is femme and you’re gay, vice versa or you aren’t into smashing but a specific thing you wanna do with them like perhaps hug or study them under a microscope idc).

MARISSA "RESS" BISHOP (A RADIOACTIVE CALAMITY OF LOVE, BOMBS & GORE [FALLOUT])

QUICK FACTS:

Height: 6ft and 2 inches

Age: 45 (but looks to be in her late twenties thanks to the rate of age between humans and Displacement/Human-Displacement hybrids, the genetics of which she received from her evil father, Arcane Urias)

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: A raging Bisexual.

PROS:

Ress is a confident and dominant woman

In spite of her popularity, once she's in a committed relationship, she's committed and will never be unfaithful.

She's actually funny.

Dating her means benefits from the Bishop Crime Family (as long as you swear not to rat them out). E.g. unlimited funds, gifts, romantic dinings, protection (though Ress is enough protection in herself).

Very into PDA.

A very reassuring girlfriend.

Ress is part basically living energy that has a fleshy body, and is extremely durable, unlikely to become exhausted (at least in most situations), and can utilize energy into an offensive/defensive weapon (can be lethal... or non-lethal, depends on her mood). You basically got a girlfriend with (all-kinds) of energy superpowers.

Easy to take care of (just leave her out in the sun or the nearest energy source to photosynthesize once her energy reserve depletes... or zap her with electricity [BEWARE: This kind of makes her libido skyrocket]).

She's open to try out all kinds of kinks and quite experienced. Also very communicative during sex, like zero misunderstanding will happen with her.

CONS:

Her confidence can be borderline arrogance if left unhumbled.

Getting into a relationship (of any kind) with her means acknowledging that one day she will outlive you (in age). You especially need to get her to acknowledge this as she might attempt to sabotage the relationship.

Ress' is a bit ignorant to the fact her comments can be outright offensive to humans, and she is very casual about it. Also likes to intentionally push any tense situation into worse (mostly to give her the opportunity to embarrass people and show off).

Very touchy.

She is part of the Bishop Crime Family. And she is very close to her family, so please take into consideration of the cons (e.g. assassination attempts since Ress being Ress will not shut up about the relationship if it's serious, there is the possibility the if the family discovers your relationship they may push you both into marriage to "officiate" you into the family, the fact her family is amoral at best and immoral at worst, etc).

Daddy issues.

May brush off your compliments because she doesn't think she really deserves them.

Can be quite possessive and jealous and will not acknowledge that she is.

Very flippant about her feelings and will likely focus on you rather than herself because the Omniscience-forbid my characters ever face and process their trauma like normal people.

Jumps the gun on "murder first, ask questions later" considering what she was taught in the Bishop Crime Family and the Wasteland.

The Arcane Urias may attempt to end your life since he will view you as a weak point to hurt Ress. [Also she and her brother Ore are very open about wanting to kill their dad so... don't be surprised about the "revenge-murder board" in the lounge one day].

XIANG BA'AL (WINGS AND HORNS)

[Image is a reference to what his appearance is most similar to: Kagetane Hiruko from Black Bullet]

[Also he's having the time of his life for a Sloth Demon whose a dad out for revenge for his adopted daughter]

You can find the template below:

Credit: the text in the insert-image box comes from this video, and the text for the top three lines (intense, complex, fruity) comes from this post. The actual image was made with the free NBOS character sheet creator, which is a sort of dated but free and solid text-layout sheet maker intended for ttrpg style character sheet creation.

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