Hey! I am, very curious to your headcannons and story for Adaru. I was wondering, if I could ask, to hear some of them, please? ‐ @classicdeadfan
hey there!
of course! i'd love to tell you about my interpretation of adaru! i'll preface this by saying that he's a character i've been fairly attached to for a hot minute, but part of writing a character for that long does mean that my version isn't maybe. strictly canon compliant. considering the lack of canon in the first place that's probably a reasonable assumption to make, but that's just a forewarning fghfg.
if there's any specific questions you want to ask, please feel free to shoot them my way! love thinking about this guy
i'm putting this under a read more, because this'll probably get pretty long.
so, if you want a good primer of my headcanons and story for adaru, i'd recommend reading the two fics i wrote ages ago on them. while i think my writing has improved since then, they're still a pretty solid summary of the earliest parts of his backstory: root of all evil and all that's golden and green. here's the cliffnotes version:
adaru was once a mortal priest in ancient sumer, and an advisor to a royal court. taken by a mix of frustration and envy, he attempts to murder the king to take his place. this goes badly.
beaten within an inch of his life and exiled, he drags himself away from the city walls and eventually finds a moment of respite in a cave, where a spirit of fate appears to him and gives him a choice: repent here and die honourably, or seek the throne of a god.
he chooses the second one. after a bit of wandering, he finds a temple of a sleeping god whose name at that point had been long forgotten, murders them in their sleep and pretty much bathes and drinks in their blood, leading to a very unpleasant ascension.
when he wakes up again, the other gods have already found him. riding high on the rush of ascending to godliness, he crowns himself as fear.
he is promptly dragged into the forest of the gods, forcefully bound to a cedar tree. after some time, he cuts himself free and staggers away.
there's a fair amount of aimless wandering as he slowly adjusts to feeding on people's fears, and on the way he accrues a gaggle of worshippers which eventually become the heralds. at this point, he is still overly fierce, proud but also very attached to his newfound flock, which he lends his power to, leaving a path of destruction where-ever they go.
unfortunately, because he's New To This, he doesn't realise the impact his power will have on them, and as time progresses they gradually wither and transform into monstrous husks of their former selves. when they lose themselves in his arm, adaru is beset by grief, at his lowest possible point.
or it would be his lowest possible point, if the other gods had not found him and punished him for the chaos he's caused, tearing the still-new wings from his back and binding him in an early version of the lantern, and abandoning him to his fate.
now grieving both the loss of his heralds and a part of himself that'll never grow back, he resolves to become something truly worthy of being called a god of fear, and sets up a few milllennia of horrors to come
these are all the earliest parts of adaru's tenure as a god, but they kind of inform the sort of god he later becomes.
on a pure like, metaphysical level, he's kind of a weak god. his body isn't that ethereal, he's very much a thing of flesh and blood (as immortal as he might be), and he's fundamentally tied to humanity. he feeds on their fear, so if humanity dies out, he'll die out with them. (this becomes a bit of a preoccupation for him.) he's still got a lot of power and knows his craft extremely well, but he's nowhere near as powerful as, say, something like lady luck, who Literally commands people's fates.
instead, he becomes known for his ruthlessness, his willingness to get his hands bloody, and a mix of being very collected and very tenacious. it is very hard to keep this guy down, and he's proud of that. also as a result of being bound to the lantern, he's way more patient than you'd expect him to be. he's not the sort to lash out or act rashly in anger; rather, he pushes down that rage, bides his time and waits for the right moment. he knows his reputation, and he knows how to cultivate it and use it to his advantage.
unfortunately, he's also still kind of a mess. due to his experiences of being widely reviled as a villain (which is, admittedly, something he's willingly cultivated), he does internalise those feelings. there's a lot of spite and grief inside this guy that he doesn't want to address, but he does tend to expect to be blamed when things go wrong, and to some extent figure he probably has deserved it. and also immortality makes it extremely easy to neglect oneself. he despises weakness in himself. and, you know. he's not exactly good at things that involve being reassuring or comforting. god of fear, and all that.
i think the way i write him, the core of his character is like. someone who is walking an uneasy line between monster, god and human, and while he's trying to be the terrifying god-monster way more, there's a humanity in there that he doesn't want to acknowledge.
um. headcanon lightning round:
he's a transgender man. this one may seem minor but i don't know i like projecting and i have a lot of feelings about how it influences his Whole Deal. also we need more big scary monster men who are transgender. special treat for me
can quite literally taste fear, and knows what different fears taste like. i'll need to write more about this but i have ideas. there are some fears he can't stand the taste of. the taste of the fear of love, for example, is far too sickly sweet for his tastes. (this does include his own. it tastes like bile.)
complicated relationship with the lantern. while it was once solely a prison, it has become a form of sanctuary to him now, and he's kind of attached to it. sometimes you need somewhere quiet.
his former wings were mothlike. he wears those false-wings as a prosthetic.
he has a lot more scars than you'd think; some he's proud of, others not so much. the scars where his wings were are a Particularly sore spot (figuratively and literally)
he can do some freaky shapeshifting nonsense. occasionally seen with more limbs, more mouths, more teeth. less often seen in human guises. it makes him uncomfortable.
generally doesn't like possession. it's trying to fit himself into a vessel that is too small, you know? also tends to have bad side effects for everyone involved
probably respects lady luck and mary the most out of everyone here. (i'm still weirded out by the implication they're heralds. doesn't feel right. usually i ignore this)
his scars should've been cuneiform. like come on it feels obvious
manifestations of his presence involve an overwhelming sense of dread and a sudden infestation of moths
occasionally wears blindfolds. usually when he's actually dressing up for more formal affairs.
looks surprisingly cool in armour
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HHN Screamhouse Queue Video
As I was looking through Youtube looking for some HHN videos. I stumble upon this video showing the queue video of Screamhouse from Islands of Fear. It details the many crimes and mind of Albert Caine (aka the Caretaker).
When watching this video, something strange happens in this queue video. Around the 2:06 mark I hear the voice of a little girl. Most of her voice lines are muffled but some words I got out of it was “I going to get you” and “Hello”. Most of it was this evil laugh. I highly doubt it was Albert who said those line because the voice is too high. I wonder if the lines could be from Cindy? Who knows?
Here’s the video. This video is from normalguy1214 on Youtube.
Update: While I was watching some House of a Thousands Corpses clips, the lines of Baby Firefly are very similar to voice to the queue video. Both from the laugh and even the muffled apart of the video. But I can’t find where I’m gonna get you originated. And the bigger question is why is the purpose of the lines?
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