#i talk about reaper a lot

[moccasins]

i am moccasins, god of death

I am Arran, god of the most important thing

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[skeletonpendeja]

Nothing Girl! But... Different!

Designs for a hypothetical Nothing Girl comic drawn in a more traditional format. Smiles an actual raggedy doll, Bad Seed is a bit more rooted and things are a bit sweeter and harsher

[buubonita]

That's probably not the case, but I personally think that the robe Reaper is wearing isn't conventional clothing but is made from the "fabric" of the void (where he was conceived). If you were to charge at him, you'd probably get lost in the void that makes up his robe. It's a fun idea.

Reaper doesn't have a physical body per se either and can take any form (I like to imagine him as a large three-eyed raven).

[impromptu-sketches]

KER, THE AUTHOR OF SIGN HAS A NEW MANHWA THAT JUST DROPPED TODAY!!!!

AND IT LOOKS ADORABLE!!!

I HAVE BEEN WAITING YEARS FOR THIS!!!!! I LOVE THIS AUTHOR ♡♡♡

One Summer Day - support this amazing author, read on Lezhin!! There’s already 8 episodes!!

[quicktimeeventfull]

Idk if I'm allowed to ask this (because spoilers) but does re4:per from your kpop au consists of other Wammy kids too or A & Beyond are the only Wammy members? You're free to ignore me if you don't want to tell yet and you think I'm crossing the line ggsrhks

hello kay!! i am extremely happy to answer this, thank you!! RE:4PER consists of beyond, A and beyond's victims/potential victims from the LABB book: quarter queen, backyard bottomslash, bluesharp babyspit and blackberry brown. these are honestly bizarre stage names for kpop singers (or anyone else) but this is okay; RE:4PER is kind of known for being a bit cringy. also quarter queen debuted young, but the group has been around for a while now so they're all adults at this point in their career. it's a rare co-ed group.

near and mello in this au, though! they're L's online best friends. they'll start showing up in the next couple chapters. i honestly don't know where matt and linda are. i've decided right now that i'm going to find a place for them.

[sunburnacoustic]

Matt on his lyricism being both personal and political

"On this song [Reapers], it's just a straight up analogy; I'm using real-life military drones, these remote controlled killing things, killing machines, to kind of represent these forces that could obviously target us all for nefarious purposes and stuff, and uh, yeah, it's pretty dark lyrically.

I threw the word "babe" in, to throw everyone off, because then that way you can sort of, almost make it be a metaphorical relationship song as well, you know?

So I like the songs to have different layers to them: both the personal but also this sort of political element to them, and trying to get both those themes to go throughout all the songs [on Drones] was one of the things I was trying to get happening. So that's why you may hear the odd word "babe" appearing every now and again, like what does that mean? That's the sort of personal side to the album, I guess."

This is quite fascinating to me, Matt talks a bit about the versatility of Muse's songs, not wanting to tie them down to just being purely political songs, but also once again, being a metaphorical abusive/controlling/trapped relationship dynamic thing, which is lyrically, a mark of some of Muse's best overall songs. Interesting.

Later while talking about The Handler, Matt also says that he deliberately kept it quite ambiguous what "dark forces" the protagonist recognises is controlling their life and begins to resist: "dark forces— in real life, in their head, or wherever you want it to be: I've tried to keep the album a little bit ambiguous so it's not completely in the military world, the fantasy world or the psychology world".

Which again brings me back to why Muse connect so strongly with so many people across the world: hey really just make songs that you can make your own, and in some ways by not dictating the details of your struggles, feelings and situations, Muse really are more personal in their writing to fans. You might ask, how on earth do you have millions of people connecting to a non-specific, even clichéd call-to-arms?Ask any of the millions of people that have been deeply touched and given strength by a Muse song!

[demento-mori]

Also. Ive been keeping notes on the game as ive been playing (themes, motifs, imagery, literary allusions, stuff like that) and ive come to some......... worrying conclusions.

... I think I might know how the game ends and it scares me.

[southernvampire]

I finally finished cyberpunk 2077 and a good chunk of it I've spent in a bad brain fog and not dealing with my health issues very well, so I didn't pay as close attention to some of the dialogue choices. I had no clue how important it was in the pistis sofia to tell Johnny if you would take a bullet for him or not. So I got V to tell him he would, and honestly it made sense for his mindset at the time.

(rambling under the read more because I have so many feelings)

But then V makes connections with more people and, most importantly, met Kerry, and that went out the window. Suddenly, he has friends, a found family, someone who loves him, even if it is still very early on. It gives V hope and a future to envision, a life worth living. But that also means going back on his word to Johnny.

It's interesting, the whole time in this playthrough, V and Johnny have never been on the same page about V's future. At first, Johnny wants V dead and V wants Johnny gone. Then, V learns how bad of a situation he's in, goes into a deep depression and is grieving for Jackie and now himself, and is just so tired. Maybe it would be better for Johnny to take his body. Yet Johnny is beginning to like V because despite what people have told V about Johnny, despite V seeing his memories and how shitty he could be first hand, he's still nice to him and cares about him. Johnny doesn't want that on his conscience, taking time and life from someone like that. As much as he is a gonk.

And then, in Mikoshi, Johnny still wants V to live, but damn is he hurt when V goes back on his word. Because even though he feels he doesn't deserve it, he wants a second chance. He doesn't want it necessarily at the expense of V's life, but V's already been soulkilled, and V had said he wanted Johnny to have his body. A man's word means a lot to Johnny and it feels like a betrayal when V goes back on his, no matter that Johnny's mind has been changed and that he wants V (well, V's construct, to be precise) to live out the rest of his life his way.

On the other hand, he understands that for once in his short but chaotic life, V found some happiness and he doesn't want to let that go so soon. Could you really blame him, jumping for a second chance like that even when the odds are against him? Johnny would be a hypocrite if he did.

It's like a dance between these two, both initially wanting their own lives and hating each other, to becoming closer than they'd been with anyone else and practically begging each other to take V's body and live. When he chooses himself at the very last minute, V breaks away from that dance and leaves Johnny wondering whatever happened to him wanting Johnny to have his second chance. It's the decision Johnny wanted him to make, the decision he had been hyping up this entire fucking time in hopes of changing V's mind, but damn does it feel like abandonment in its worst form now that V agrees with him.

Worst still, he doesn't hide his feelings. V knows Johnny well enough that he didn't have to be so obvious in his disappointment, but Johnny can't help it. But he won't say anything in his own defense either, doesn't want to put that extra amount of pain on the kid, because at the end of the day V doesn't deserve it. He didn't ask for any of this. That doesn't stop his disappointment from haunting V when he leaves Mikoshi.

It doesn't help that he feels he's disappointing Kerry in not spending enough time with him even though he's fighting to find a way to have more than 6 months with him. He's aware he might not make it back from the Crystal Palace and might be ruining their chance to have whatever time he has left to be with each other, but the chance to have a lifetime with the man he loves is impossible to ignore. He has to try or he'll hate himself for letting himself fade away.

"Never stop fighting," Johnny had said, and yet fighting for his life hurt the two most important people in his life.

[missazura]

not sure if this is an omen or anything but I keep seeing death related things in my dream

[dire-kumori]

2 ways i'd continue with the whole time is breaking lots of evil robots Idea. (This is not me saying you should end the AU!! I just like sharing my ideas-)

Normal idea: The Afton siblings work together and kill the reaper along with scrap trap and scrap baby. I don't know why but I imagine that Elizabeth and Evan fire a bunch of fireworks directly into the reaper's chest and then they explode and he explodes- The reaper is killed and like everything goes back to normal basically- Michael wakes up and begins his life with no reaper... Maybe everything goes the way it's supposed to maybe it doesn't... Maybe things will be better this time...?

Crackpot idea: Okay so I'm gonna sound insane but... What if instead of teaming up with scrap trap... scrap baby actively tries to help her pass self and the other Afton siblings? Like roll reversal (Mike's the rampaging murderer and Elizabeth is The one trying her best to make up for past mistakes) Anyway team up happens, Mike get one-on-one withh the reaper. the reaper goes on this long monolog about how: "You honestly think that killing me will stop all of this? No matter what you do our dad's always gonna be a b******, we're always going to be a terrible son and everything we care about will always fall to pieces..." Somehow The reaper, Mike and scrap trap are all kind of in a room together... scarp trap attacks past Mike in his anger and nearly kills him. Reaper realizes how terrible he's been watching his father nearly kill his past self (he's turned into the thing he's hated most) Saves past Michael. Kind of breaks the cycle and time sort of fixes itself... Everything from the future is mostly sent back. (A couple things are still in the past-) Including adult Michael and scrap baby. They basically warn their past selves not to trust their dad and then just leave. Planning on finding something better... Theaften siblings are left confused mentally scarred and miraculously alive. All of them agree that no matter what they're not turning into those things.. This one is more of just a branch off idea- Again very crackpot..

Normal idea:

We bring in the new year with fireworks. Marking the end of the time loop with fireworks feels only too appropriate!

Normally the Reaper can track Mike wherever he goes, but with the appearance of countless time traveling animatronics, not to mention multiple iterations of Michael Afton, the Reaper's memories are becoming disjointed and confused. He's lost his biggest weapon, and the Afton siblings are finally able to gain the upper hand. Springtrap and Scrap Baby and the Reaper all close in on the house, hunting each other and hunting young Mike. There's a big argument, but eventually Mike convinces them that he should be the bait to lure the monsters into a trap. While Michael leads them into the basement, Evan and Elizabeth prep the fireworks outside.

I'm gonna gloss over the long, arduous battle, the Scraps brawling with Reaper and the Reaper brutalizing young Mike, young Mike barely escaping by the skin of his teeth, drenched in his own and the Reaper's blood as he crawls out of the house. Long story short, monsters are trapped inside, tearing one another apart in a gory display while the Afton children put an end to this nightmare in a show of sparks and flame. They sit and watch their childhood home burn, and feel a sense of peace as time crumbles around them.

When they next wake up, it's at the side of a small pond in a black and red world.

Crackpot idea:

This makes for a pretty interesting idea! Okay, I'm gonna say that Scrap Baby still starts out following Scraptrap, still determined to earn her father/creator's love. But as her pursuit of the Reaper leads her to the Afton kids, she comes across that girl. The one from her memories/nightmares. The one whose voice she can sometimes still hear, screaming. Baby freezes. Long enough for Elizabeth and her brothers to get away from Scrap Baby. When he finds out that she let them escape, Scraptrap is furious with Scrap Baby. He makes sure to let her know what a disappointment she is before he resumes his own hunt.

The shock of seeing her past self has caused Elizabeth's soul to awaken inside of Scrap Baby. She begins to remember. And slowly, she begins to break free of Circus Baby's murderous programming. Suddenly the Afton kids gain a powerful new ally in the fight against the Reaper.

And she's not the only one. I didn't touch much on it earlier, but the other animatronics, even as they're going berserk, won't harm children. Kids all over town are being ripped away from their parents, adults left in bloody heaps in the streets as the animatronics sequester the children somewhere 'safe.' Of the animatronics, only a select few seem to have any sense of reason. The Puppet watches the carnage and weeps, searching for the cause of it. She knows on an instinctive level, that William and the Aftons are involved. And as she chases down Scraptrap, she discovers the newly awakened Scrap Baby, and soon the Afton children, sticking together and trying to survive in this hellscape.

Fast forwarding again, sadly, this ends with everyone being forced to say goodbye. Once time resets, nothing that shouldn't physically exist in 1981 (that's when I'm saying this takes place now, even though I never specified before) remains. Only thoughts and memories. To the Afton kids, this whole event will become one long, particularly vivid nightmare. To Scrap Baby, the Reaper, the Puppet and all the others, it's the end of the world. The future in which they come to be is erased, despite time resetting, as although nothing physically remains out of time, the event still leaves psychic scars on the Afton kids. For Mike in particular, this event lingers as a particularly vivid dream he never fully forgets, though it does fade in time. Michael, Elizabeth, and Evan aren't the same kids they were before the Reaper entered their lives, and they don't make the same choices or mistakes that they might have without his intervention.

[silverselfshippingchaos]

(giggles and kicks legs)

[certified-anakinfucker]

for the character solidifying asks - 49 and 50 for the oc(s) of your choice !

hiiii oh my gosh is this the first time youve been in my ask box. i think so. i am so sorry it has taken me a literal month but here, i offer you my second favorite jedi dad and then a miserable wet rat of a seer character solidifying asks here

49. What about voice? Pitch? Strength? Tempo and rhythm of speech? Pronunciation? Accent? Hellir’-Amderak Edi Drovaddal // Hellir’ has a very smooth, soulful, I won’t say gentle but.. non-domineering voice. He is a Diplomat and must adjust his voice as needed for pretty much any situation but at rest he is quite soft-spoken, and pronounces his words pretty easily? He doesn’t speak so crisp when he’s not on the job. It’s between a mumble, and just on the tip of a smile. He’s VERY deliberate, no matter what the case may be. If he says it, he means it. And he has kept his native Balosar accent to him (which is like a typical Coruscanti Basic accent, just.. slightly to the left of the usual from what you hear on the surface but not quite found on any other level. A bit gruff, choppy at times, but never upset or accusatory or negative. It’s just a little to the left of it all.)

50. What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating? Jupso Onurimaa // He always looks like he’s suffering, because he usually is. It’s the slightly furrowed brow, a little frown to him, lips pressed tightly together, he’s got worry and remorse in his eyes more than anything else. He’s withdrawn even in expression, when anyone’s able to see it. He used to be very good at hiding this away from others but he’s slipped up majorly since resurrection, and if you see him with no veil…

[peapod20001]

I hate trying to describe like. A characters voice and accent and shit cus I!! Don’t know the words for things!!! 😭 but anyways idk if these are entirely how he sounds but you kinda get the vibes of how Rory sounds with these songs here-

You get the vibes right?? You get what I’m goin for???? 🥺??

[impossible-rat-babies]

love leveling reaper between patches bc it’s just like eyrie is gonna come back and zero is like “what is That.”

and eyrie is like “a smoothie”

[children-of-epiales]

⛑ - Some tender first-aid

(For any oc of your choosing, I'm happy to read them all ♡)

Anything for you!

*****

 The moment she sensed someone reaching for her, Reaper quickly swiped at them with her good arm. “ I’m fine!” She shouted with more fire than she wanted. 

The operator scrambled back onto her feet, making herself dizzy enough that she would fall again; there wasn’t anything she could have done to prevent the event herself except grab onto the grainy texture of the wall, the strong pair of hands that grabbed onto her shoulders and pulled her up was not part of the plan. 

Reaper found herself being roughly guided out of the kill house, in the direction of where she knew the medical bay would be. 

“ You are so clumsy for someone who’s supposed to be stealthy-one of the things that you could afford to work on.” 

The brunette herself froze and stumbled over her own feet, and Zofia, clearly trying to be patient hence her keeping her gaze ahead, muttered something in Polish that started out loud enough for both of the women to hear, only to end as a whisper. “ So clumsy-you’re lucky your team leader isn’t here right now.” The older operator’s tone oozed disappointment and something else Reaper was afraid to think about while they walked off of the field. 

“ I’m really sorry-” The Canadian started chattering, having forgotten whatever else it was she needed to say. “ I can walk just fine, I don’t need to go-”

“ Quiet.” 

Reaper shut her mouth immediately and it didn’t take long for her to realize why Zofia insisted on walking all the way with her to the medical bay, with the blood on head reaching her right eye and the orientation of everything switching here and there. Realizing she hit her head so badly only intensified the brunette’s embarrassment, giving her one more reason not to speak around Zofia-perhaps even not to speak ever again.

“ Doc isn’t here.” Zofia noticed aloud before she sat Reaper down. “ I’ll patch you up, then.”

The statement forced the Canadian out of her short vow of silence. “What?” She objected with more shock than she meant. “ I mean-that wasn’t an insult-but you’re not…” She shrugged her shoulders, somehow mixing up physician with medic. She personally didn’t care about the difference, Thunderbird may as well have been a doctor to her.

“ You think because I’m in a combat position, that I cannot provide first aid?” Zofia inquired, her arms firmly crossed for only a moment. “ Just as you-a medical professional-also take on a position to gather intel and take out enemies, such as Nøkk does? I didn’t take you for someone who overlooks details.”

Reaper bit her bottom lip to keep her mouth from falling open, the painful action eventually failing her when she watched Zofia start working as if she were Doc, Thunderbird, or herself. 

Despite how good that uniform looked on her, the Canadian thought a white coat might look good on the Polish woman as well; really, to her at least, Zofia could make any article of clothing look like it was made by a fashion designer. If only she would take off the sunglasses the brunette came to despise because she couldn’t always see Zofia’s pretty brown eyes. 

“Hold still-” Zofia’s fingers pressed securely into Reaper’s chin before she started tending to the latter’s head wound. 

After a few seconds of silence, the Polish woman yielded first. “ In the kill house, you were fighting even before I had to manhandle you…”

“ I panicked,” Reaper pretended to focus on the floor, knowing she might just get caught if she stared too long at the older woman. “ It’s been a weird week.” 

Without allowing any time to pass first, Zofia spoke again. “ What do you consider a ‘weird week’?”  

She turned to dispose of the used materials, giving Reaper a nice view of her hair and her neck. There were only a few hairs sticking out the end of her bun and not a bobby pin in sight; just one more thing to add onto the endless list of perfect things about Zofia. 

The women heard voices in the hallway. When Reaper turned but couldn’t see who it was, the operator slightly leaned forward, unintentionally helping some blood dripped from her hand onto the floor. 

Zofia spotted it before she did and reached for the brunette’s hand, this time with a little less strength. 

A combination of a nasty abrasion and a bruise overlapped each other above the wrist. “ So clumsy…” Zofia muttered in disappointment again as she went to work on the wound. “ Won’t you answer my question?” She said more audibly again.

“ Yeah, a weird week…” Reaper didn’t want to find herself at a loss for words once again. “ Yet there she was. 

Zofia looked up at the latter from behind her sunglasses. Knowing Zofia would lose any and all respect for her was what kept the brunette from leaving the room. 

“ Sometimes, sometimes things happen-” Reaper found herself saying, “-and when they happen, there’s nothing I can do to make the rest of the week better.”

She watched the spot between Zofia’s eyebrows crinkle. “ Your team doesn’t make the week better? I’ve seen you all together-there are two versions of you that I’ve seen so far.”

“ This is different.” The Canadian managed to control her tone this time, remembering that Zofia didn’t understand. 

“ If you say so.” 

Reaper didn’t know what else to do besides continue to watch Zofia, her cheeks turned red when it hit the former that she had to explain her feelings about something she wasn’t good at talking about. How Zofia could make such a simple statement without judgment, the younger operator couldn’t comprehend.

Maybe that sort of thing only came as time passed. 

“ To be frank-” Zofia sat up straight after she finished, “-there were other mistakes I watched you make in the kill house, but I’m not your team leader. If you don’t want to hear it from me, I won’t say anything.”

“ I do wanna hear it from you.” Reaper responded quickly. Lucky for her, Zofia didn’t know much about her, so it was a given that the Pole would mistake the response as an eagerness to improve. 

Zofia seemed to have no issue obliging the Canadian, immediately listing off the mistakes starting from the first second they were together in the kill house: “strange” footing, not checking around corners properly, not covering teammates’ backs properly, and being messy when taking down enemies. 

It almost did hurt Reaper to listen; there was no ego, it was knowing she was actually so bad at what she thought she did best. What she thought was the only thing she could do well.

“ Don’t be so sad, Reaper.” Zofia’s request snapped the Canadian out of her thoughts. “ An opportunity to improve is good.”

This time around, Reaper didn’t dare try to explain how her strongest need impacted her work. No matter if this was something Zofia might actually be able to understand, or even be familiar with herself. 

“ You should stay here.” The Pole added as she stood up. “ When Doc comes back, he should make sure your wounds have been properly cared for.” 

“ My wounds were properly cared for.” Reaper objected. 

Zofia turned and shot the younger operator a terrible look from behind her sunglasses. 

Reaper’s eyes grew and her bottom remained in the seat. She watched Zofia leave without saying anything else, and she dropped her head into her hands, unable to believe how terribly she just embarrassed herself. 

[brudiza-spudnik]

i have to live with being known as the evangelist for everything i enjoy :(

the craziest thing about being alive is that you have to live with other people’s interpretations of you