#it's funger all over again

[redgemwink]

we are going to beat you to death!

[pixlatedvampire]

You gave those wounds to your god, Enki. Did you think they would heal so easily?

(Uh Oh! Someone gave the priest catholic guilt!)

[bigkickguy]

daanmarcoh doodle - they're sleeping in shifts and keeping watch

[lefarte]

Hallo, may I make a soft Levi funger x reader request? 💜

So polite heheh yes of course. My first request, is it cause he’s my profile picture 👀 ? You didn’t specify if you wanted headcanons or more of a ficlet (is that a word?) so I just sort of did my best I hope this is decent 🩷

Under the cut ^_^ no content warnings, just fluff, gender neutral reader

When Levi got clingy (which is often) it rarely manifested through physical touch. He’s hardly willing to do any more than tug on your sleeve to get your attention, and even this is a very small action that you could easily miss. More than anything, he liked to watch and guard you. Even if you kept telling him it wasn’t necessary, you always found him awake at the small hours of the morning over your bed.

“…I… I was awake anyway, so…”

He muttered something like that and then turn away. What would he do if not watch over you? Oil his gun? Count the windows in the building, count the entrance and exit points, think about his life up until this point? Since the war, even his mind became something of a problem. Always rearing its head at inopportune moments.

When he looked at you and the way your hair is fussed up first thing in the morning, he could almost imagine… domesticity. Something like this; he wakes up, and your hands are entangled from the night before, and you yawn and rub your eyes. You would eat breakfast together and talk.

“…How long have you been up?” You pulled the blankets off. “Did you sleep at all?”

Levi nodded. “I did…”

“You’re getting tremors in your hands again.”

He looked at his hands, cracked and dirty and covered in dry blood, bitten and shaky. A telltale sign. Within a few hours, maybe less, the nausea would come, and then the cravings, the sweat and the migraine. He shrugged.

You rolled out of bed. The bed squealed as you got off. To his surprise, you came to him.

“Don’t bite it,” You said, looking at his hands.

He blinked.

“You bit so hard you’re bleeding,” You reiterated, touching his fingernails.

He cocked his head, much like a dog. “S…Sometimes I wonder if you’re a… real… person.”

…Or a figment of his imagination. The first time he saw you, he ran away. You must have been some ghost of his past, one of the many dead faces brought animate by the withdrawals. And you kept pursuing. He thought for sure you wanted to kill him for what he did. Instead of that, you gave him heroin. And then you gave him food, and took him in, for absolutely no cost.

He decided that you must not know, and you should never know.

“Don’t be silly.”

You put a bandaid over his finger.

“…No…really… you shouldn’t be here…” Not in Prehevil. It’s a rotten place, for bad people. “And… um… I don’t need a bandage… you should save that.”

“You say weird things sometimes. It makes me want to squeeze you.”

He couldn’t respond to that. “Huh.”

“You need to get some sleep.”

“Stay here...” He croaked.

He had to admit that you were being sensible. The lack of sleep had been getting to him. He was saying things he shouldn’t say. The sun hadn’t fully risen, so… he could afford himself to rest for maybe another 20 minutes. Being generous.

It felt pathetic to beg.

“I’ll keep watch.” You promised.

Swallowing his shame, he slipped under the covers. It was still warm from your body heat. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt the warmth of a human, even if it was just the lingering traces from your pillow. He almost felt excited like a little kid. Its like an indirect hug, he thought.

You sat at the foot of the bed. You had no rifle to polish or any way to keep yourself occupied, except to listen to the soft breathing of Levi next to you. The way he curled up was soft, never like how a soldier should sleep. He left his rifle.

“Sleep well,” you said softly.

“….yeah….”

[yanderes-galore]

can't wait to see more of your funger content. My brainrot for it is always so strong 😩

Can you write a scenario for Daan where he finds his darling injured in some dingy alleyway? To add some drama points... maybe another contestant attacked them? Or maybe darling accidentelly hurt themselves when they were running away from Daan? The possibilities are endless ;)

Sure! Here you go ^^ I hope you enjoy it!

Trusting Strangers

Yandere! Daan Scenario

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Overprotective/Possessive behavior, Violence, Blood, Murder, Stalking, Drugging, Forced companionship/relationship.

Your meeting with each other must've been some twisted form of fate...

Although, in this festival, when is it not?

When you met Daan, you were nearly at death's door. Obviously, not everyone was going to band together against Gods in this game. If you tell people they'll die within three days... They get desperate.

Desperate enough to kill.

Just as the Gods wanted.

The encounter had caught you off guard, yet you managed to fend them off. Unfortunately the encounter had left you running blindly with your wounds drooling blood. You could only think to hide yourself and try to recover.

As you sit down in the alleyway, however... you begin to wonder if there's a point. You're in pain... blood is beginning to stain the dirty ground beneath you. Maybe you weren't cut out for this festival...

A voice breaks you from your stupor.

"Woah, The hell happened to you—?"

It's then you feel a presence beside you, quickly checking over your wounds before rummaging through a bag. You're weak... you don't bother fighting him. The man beside you clicks his tongue, a singular gray eye glancing at you.

"You aren't going to attack me if I heal you, right? You owe me for this...."

You weakly nod, not having the strength to make a fuss as you close your eyes. You hiss when you feel a metal needle pierce and thread your skin together. The pain is the first step to your recovery.

By the end of it all, you're bandaged to stop the bleeding. With a little bit of Sylvian prayer, you're good to go. Occult and medical knowledge really seem to go well together...

With this man's help you managed to feel brand new.

"Thank you... You're right, I do owe you." You smile, only for the man to shrug.

"Let's start with names... You can just call me Daan, and you?" The man in front of you introduces, beginning a friendly conversation between you and your savior.

It's here you learn his name. You learn what he does and a bit of his skill set. In return, you tell him about yourself.

Due to feeling indebted to the man and not trusting yourself alone... You end up convincing Daan to travel alongside you. He didn't seem to mind much. He even dryly comments on you being 'unable to care for yourself'.

An odd comment... yet you agree with an awkward laugh.

This man did save your life, after all.

For that fact alone you trusted Daan. Was it naive? Perhaps... but who else can you trust? He happened to be there to help you...

Now you two are traveling together. He's been the only one you can rely on. If he's saved your life...

You must be able to trust him....

....

"So now you don't trust me?" You hear Daan taunt as you hide in the very same alleyways you found yourself nearly dying in. Blood stains your shirt as you run. The familiar burning of your lungs still stings even as you hide behind a building.

"I take care of the person who nearly killed you... and you run? You run from me like I'm some monster who's going to hurt you?" Daan scoffs as he looks around, his own clothes stained in blood.

"Seriously, get used to it... Isn't the whole point of this festival murder? You didn't want to be hurt again, right?" Daan asks into the air, frowning.

You hear footsteps approach, the stench of rot and metallic blood permeated the air as you curl up. You wish you could clean off.... You wish it was all a nightmare.

"Obviously, if one person attacked you... Then someone else could." Daan hums, carefully stalking towards your location like a cat. "So I was merely leaving your side to... deal with some other potential issues."

You can hear his shoes against the stone, the sound taunting you. You begin to think of potential escape routes. Only to hear Daan chuckle darkly.

"Remember... You can't take care of yourself, dear." Daan muses. "You need me... You'll die without me."

You shift to get up, only for Daan to appear around the corner and trap you. Your heart nearly stops with how fast he is. You yelp quietly as Dann holds you in place.

"Oh so this is how you were caught before, huh?" Daan taunts, soon managing to push you over and restrain you on your stomach. "You're only proving my point...."

You glance back, your heart rapidly pulsing. Daan hunches over you, straddling your back as he grins. He means to be teasing...

But it looks almost Cheshire.

"You sure you want to fight me?" Daan hums, using another hand to pull something from his bag. "You're better off resting... All worked up over me saving your life again."

You feel something stab into your back, a liquid seeping into your blood as you struggle. Daan hushes you, a bloody hand covering your mouth as you make a small scream. Daan clicks his tongue in annoyance, sighing softly.

"Quiet... No one's going to help you. They want to kill you, don't you know that?" Daan scolds as he sees your resistance fade. "You can only trust one person... the one who saved your life..."

Daan then leans forward, whispering in your ear as you succumb to the drug he somehow picked up along the way in your journey...

"You can trust me... and ONLY me...."

[useful-boy]

While I'm funger posting I wanna share some stuff from my last very bugged save file where I originally started as Cahara

I had an extra D'arce in my party that I got unintentionally from a debug spot, found the real D'arce to the left of the cave dweller village, and suddenly the girl was my main party member again. (Also I did not gain a second D'arce, so I guess the new one just poofed since the one I was left with had all the equipment I'd put on her before.)

Last thing I needed to do was ending B, which involves not having the girl in your party, so I entered the gauntlet wondering if I get a game over if I play as the girl and let her die, and would you like to know what happened when I did get the girl to die

I became Moonless

Ancient traces of the god of destruction vs one cute doggy, who would win

(Spoiler: the doggy)

[willnaib]

having a lot of thoughts about weeping scope and what the design means for levi’s character. more under the cut because it gets LONG. brief cw for a levi-typical drug reference in the second bullet point

two major things i’m focusing on here which are the fact that weeping scope is entirely nude and the obvious giant gun growth. which are kind of the only two things he has, so it’s the only two things to focus on. anyway.

naked

i wouldn’t really point this out since funger is funger but most of the other moonscorched forms do have some form of clothes. weeping scope is ass naked though. he’s completely exposed and has nowhere to hide.

- someone else pointed out in a fic that his jumpsuit covers everything except for what really matters (the track marks on his arms) and while obviously that’s not entirely relevant to weeping scope it’s still. that theme of exposure

- additionally the lack of genitalia/hardened over area where genitals would be — again considering how funger loves gratuitous nudity, big thing here that levi Doesn’t have anything there. (you could take this as trans coding but i feel like they would’ve been more obvious about it considering marina, but regardless) there’s a lot of conclusions to be drawn from that but i think the most noticeable is how the game does go out of its way to hammer in that he’s still a kid. he’s hit puberty (mostly) he’s 18 but he’s still a scared child. underdeveloped. etc

his head exploded and now there’s a gun

something i noticed when going through the enemy list (confession: i haven’t played funger yet because i do not have the right computer. sad.) is that it resembles the platoon enemy in structure and texture which is actually pretty interesting considering the platoon’s nature as a not-very-sentient weapon despite the fact that it is specifically described as a moonscorched human. that’s slightly off topic but i don’t think the texture resemblance between weeping scope’s gun and the platoon body is a coincidence

- what i’m literally thinking about irt the gun being Fucking Huge is the fact that it’s oversized and how that relates to being a child soldier. his main gun itself (rifle) is also very very long. too long for his tiny malnourished ass. it’s huge and unwieldy and

- takes over the entirety of where his head used to be. he literally has no way to think anymore. it’s just gun. no head. no thoughts. just gun and obviously fear and sobbing because even when less than human he’s reverted to extensions of both sides of himself: the terrified child and the mindless soldier. all he can do is cry and shoot. all he can do even as levi is cry and shoot (it’s all he’s good for, it’s all he’s meant for — while it’s a funny interaction, i do think about the segment in prhvl bop where he plays the piano and says it’s too late for his life to change trajectory [how old are you?] 18) — but it’s. so much more obvious and inescapable as weeping scope

[dervampireprince]

ASMR | Fear and Hunger - Enki x Listener SFW Trying To Rest With The Dark Priest Enki

[M4A] [No horror from the game or description of those horrors in this audio] [Listener is in the dungeon with the characters] [Nightmare comfort but without the comfort because it's Enki] [Established that you've been travelling together for a while at least] [Flustering Enki] [Slightly implied romantic/sexual feelings]

If you aren't familiar with it, do not look up Fear and Hunger without reading it's trigger warning lists first, you can find them on doesthedogdie.

It's not like anyone can stop me from babygirl-ifying Enki. So yes the person who can't handle horror has gotten into Fear and Hunger by wanting background noise video essays on in the background while he draws and stumbling upon one Funger video essay and then watching like 5 more and then saying yes it's interesting but I'm not going to get properly into it and then oh no I drew fanart on stream and then oh no I've recorded an audio 3 days after discovering the games. This is just like with Astarion all oVER AGAIN WHY.

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Old public spicy audios on sound gasm (link in pinned post). 2 Exclusive spicy audios on Patreon every month. I also stream on Twitch every week @ dervampireprince . [minors + ageless blogs dni. this blog is for 18+ only.] [do not repost/reupload/edit any of my content]

[ramblingmoon]

Levi funger request 💜

One the first things he did after the festival was buy a motorcycle. Maybe it was a result of the Termina or maybe his being trapped must of his life. But now there was only the open road for him. He didn’t mind though the thought of settling down in some forgotten city or famous town made him spiral out of control.

So he stayed with the road as his home. It was at least better then his past homes but he never knew where he would sleep at night. If he had the coin he could rent a room but more offend that not found himself asleep in a back alleyway with the rats and the rest of his kind.

Each place he visited was always ended up the same. He’d steal for his survival. Work shady people. Look for drugs. Get into fights. Kill sometimes. Always a reason to skip town and move on.

There was also the issue of the maintenance on the motorcycle. Well over the spirit of the mechanic caressed Levi's ear and he knew how to fix it. Strange as those he had to kill during the festival still haunt him. Never in his past did the dead help him like this but he wasn’t going to complain.

Life on the road wasn’t always bad. He could go south for the winter and north when it got hot again. Just freedom to do as he pleased. In all his short life he never had this kind of freedom. He could eat, sleep, and do drugs as he pleased without being beaten.

But there was always the fear that he would get suck in some shit girl and never get out. Being forced to take roots but that idea clashed with what he needed which was freedom. An open road.

How long could he keep this life going? Did he ever have to stop? He thought about what jobs he could do. Maybe he could be a mercenary but the idea was far too close to the military for comfort. Why should he change one prison for another.

The idea of him being serving people like a waiter was laughable to him. Who would even hire him? It would even take the risk? He belonged on the street like the rest of his kind.

At some point he found himself in a rest stop with towering pine trees around him. A massive lake that out stretched beyond the horizon was before him.

Levi sat on a picnic table with the wind brushing his hair away. The smell of the fresh water comforting him. In his hand was a bottle of heroin that he played between his fingers. He wasn’t really looking at it but blankly out to the water.

Part of him knew that this life couldn’t go on forever. He would have stop at some point. But what would that mean for him? It terrified him to have to stay still. The past was catch up to him. And death would be better than that.

A story that he read in a newspaper told of a man that had Levi’s same dependency had overcome the addiction. Same man was a soldier like Levi that had been prescribed heroin due to the war. This person had locked themselves in a hotel room for a week and fought off the withdrawals and faced all the terrors of the past.

Levi thought about doing the same as the man in the newspaper. But he wasn’t quite ready to face that hell.

He could feel another whispering and his ear that damn doctor again. Saying silly things like being healed and moving on. It made Levi angry that he throw the bottle again then table. It broke leaving the drug staining the wood.

Levi grunted, he should have done that. He needed everything bottle he could get his fingers on. But for now the voice of the doctor was silent.

The rest stop had gone on long enough. He got back on the motorcycle. Turning the engine on it roared muting out the sounds of the past and the sounds of the voices. All he could hear was that roar in the need to move.

He could be free for now.

[hitracks]

BWAH tysm i'm deffo a mr fear kind of guy but it's really so fun :heart_hands emojis: so i'm happy to engage. if i can ask you some questions. ONE what's the outline idea for your funger au and TWO who's your favorite character from og funger. and least fave maybe :] yes

ILL ANSWER 2 FIRST cause it’s easier. My favorite in general is probably Cahara … wonderful bisexual wife guy. I am a terrible no good sucker for found family. Him and the girl make me want to throw up and die. Least favorite, other than Legarde, PROBABLY VALTIEL? Dude he just pisses me off hes such a little asshole. Not even prevalent enough for everyone to know about him either … just get smarter freak. Fellowship would’ve done numbers without you being the strange cisman Incel of the group…

FIRST ONE. OKAY. Outline is really really rough but, it happens BEFORE the current termina festival that you are seeing in game. So while things are still ‘set up’ where in game events or npcs would be around but not to the point where you would get the same endings… Like the ending with Relia ( Olivia’s Sister ) isn’t able to happen because Olivia is not there to trigger that event nor has Relia and her Team gotten to Prehevil ! This also means it’s before the Kaiser ( Legarde / Yellow King ) gets his hands on it completely, so most normal things about the festival are in full swing. Same starting event happens where they are on the train when it stops & they are unable to start it again … I am not entirely sure who I will focus on story wise first, but I have a lot of rough ideas for most of them. Some of the characters ( dsmp ones ) I have turned into Enemies with their likeness :-] some are just beasts and others are more coherent individuals just gone crazy by Rher. For example I am including DreamTeam but they got there a day before the rest of the party, and moonscorching effects already take over them just because the lot of them are susceptible to such …. So the rest of them would run into those three early on and only figure out later that THOSE WERE ACTUAL GUYS!!!! NOT JUST BIG SCARY BEASTS!

ENDING WISEEEE I want to try and do something with the egg & sulfur cultists for a general one … I think it would be interesting to play around with considering Rhers effects branch out like a living creature. Obviously all the B endings as well, which is just where the ‘main’ person survives and the rest of them it is either ambiguous or you kill them. If I have the brain power too I think I could definitely replace like. Relias story line to have something to do with Connor & Karl regarding DreamXD …. I will have to think on it more though. It would be hard to incorporate new gods into the already muddy storyline. Phil needs to be there too or I’m gonna lose my mind ( I like drawing him. )

[pinkverbena]

ˏ`୭̥*ೃ❏ F&H 1946: Pav's extra story 彡

*ACT 4 and ACT 5

[ content - archive ]

//CAUTION!: Violence, mutilation, signs of trauma, references of abuse, cigarettes and alcohol (only mentioned), ptsd, Funger experience, others, perhaps rub salt into the wound.

◇This happens after defeating Bremen’s new lieutenant in his Eagle Head phase form and the Moth Boss.

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A young man in a peaceful life, a simple village, the snow covering the landscape, the wind shaking the trunks of those trees.

A snowflake falling on his nose.

Like those old times.

Pav wakes up, recognizing the winter where had once been, a first, a summer and an autumn that sometimes seemed the same, a comforting feeling in his chest as if he could let it fall on those whitish and frozen mountains. He throws a snowball at his companion on this gloomy and desolate journey, notice that Seimei was unconscious due to a wound on his leg.

He shivered when saw that crimson in Seimei's, observing for a while the landscape and that comforting memory had become a nightmare. That charred village, swallowed up as if it were nothing by a certain man whom they worshipped as a divine among all the divines, an army of men advancing towards the snowy mountains, a sensation breaks him, paralyzed, horrified, the only time could shed at least small tears and feel like a child.

But those sobs of Seimei brought Pav out of the trance, looking at him there, of course, all this was in the past, right?. Although not specifically both were in the same scenario to meet each other, anyway, as always promised himself, that no one would be affected by the Kaiser and that promise had been stronger even after getting rid of that bastard.

''I don't want to-, i don't want him to touch me again, it disgusts me, i feel like i was going to die and burn when we faced him, i wasn't ready, couldn't!''

''Hey...that guy is death’’ says, lying down next to him and breathing deeply, looking at the sky, holding back for a while.

‘’I-is over?’’ ask Seimei in a soft voice.

‘’If you don’t believe me, count the bullets you have’’ says Pav.

''That was the promise between us, when i gave you my pistol, that's what matters''

Pav caressing his own head as if had an intense pain that is hammering. He lets out a small cry, a few drops of blood begin to fall from his nostrils. Seimei crawls through the snow, all he wanted to do was check on Pav, though was puzzled that they both looked younger and in a place where everything seemed like something out of a dream or a nightmare.

''No, don't come near me...'' mutters, staying alert even with the constant headaches and bleeding.

''If i just stand there doing nothing, you're going to choke on your own blood, or worse'' Seimei frowns, puffing out his cheeks when the blond looks at him sternly.

''I don't need your help!, enough, Sho!'' he exclaims, was getting on his nerves, starting with his stubborn behavior, quickly getting up to look for something useful to stop the other boy from bleeding.

When Pav gets a piece of cloth he had stored in his coat, Seimei holds it at the same time, scolding. Screaming at each other as a reaction after they had been through and that dubious history that anyone would doubt if these two were mentally well; after a few moments, in a silent anger, Seimei tears the cloth, wiping his nose and Pav covering the boy’s wound with a bitter face. The two show a noticeable disagreement, until they calm down when their mutual pain fades, at least a little. The howling wind running through the frozen forests and that village had once existed, being only ghostly rubble.

''...This was once my home, it doesn't seem like much, but it's all i know'' Pav's tears came out. ''At first you want to do what you can, but then it's more painful and confusing, isn't it?, knowing that one day a man...no, a monster, would end everything i loved, this place, my family''

He closes his eyes, being the one who cried like that time and Pav hated it, he hated the idea of being vulnerable.

Pav stops himself to avoid letting out some agonizing noise, having the feeling of emptiness, wishing that everything could end, that he could be less kind to himself again, be the flirtatious, charismatic and sly Pav that everyone knows, not Pavel Yudin, a depressed, distrustful man, obsessed with the past, someone who only sought something more in this terrifying world that was in itself a punishment to be alive.

''You have a family...but you keep lying to them, right?, i don't blame you'' he says, wiping away the tears.

''I ended up screwing up, i could have fixed it on my own'' shakes his head Seimei. ''Even if we killed my...former boss, that won't heal me completely, everything i went through will never be undone by a bullet''

Seimei thinks for a few moments, handing the pistol Pav had given him earlier, as a symbol of their debt. ''But, we couldn't let that idiot get away with it even after he was dead'' says, in a tone that showed kindness and understanding, leaving a sad Pav, who was holding the pistol. ''Thank you''

A smile appears on his face, having a certain thought when he expresses something positive, especially since the two avoided themselves sentimentally. Being a former lieutenant and an office worker, nothing to do with each other, totally different. Seimei had been alone with a toy skeleton he had found in the trash before meeting him, of course, they were known as the worst neighbors, the best being the worst.

The first time he lost everything, Seimei had the notion that Pav lost it for the second time, his memories repeat in those afternoons where they smoked together and laughed at the superficially nice and idiotic people in the neighborhood, where they talked about trivial things, gave each other nicknames and escaped together during nap times, listened to music from the radio or brought more than 7 bottles of vodka to end up in what kind of thing in which they came out with the consequences of a screaming neighbor, a neighbor about to call the police or neighbors asking them both to shut up or why Pav monopolized the entire bed with the television on in the middle of midnight.

The moment Pav recognized the words of his successor, who followed him in command, even more cruel and heartless way, the man who told him that he was a coward, that he did not deserve to live and should die with the same fate as all his family in Voroniya, those last words hit him right in the mind and heart. The fact that of all people, Seimei had given him a chance for them to have a seemingly normal life, that second chance that he never thought would have during all the time as neighbors.

A thumb brushes another tear that fell on his cheek, a warm hug surrounds the body and Pav stiffens as he processes everything that happened. Wondering why he deserved this, why even if promised himself that no one else would be by his side, there would be someone who would make him hurt more about the fact that he still misses a home when he doesn't know where to belong.

"I'm sorry...for everything" corresponds to the hug.

Hoping the office worker couldn't forgive him, that they could get away as soon as possible after all that madness, because he believed that Seimei deserved something better with his family in Edo, to forget everything, that could progress in the trauma.

Where Pav was stuck in the past with the revenge and misfortune that his chaotic soul brought.

Feeling bad for say jokes that made Seimei uncomfortable or the fact of being aware that he was not the best emotional support for his neighbor in the worst moments, hiding certain truths from him which it would have been better to have said before taking Seimei to danger.

An afflicted look was reflected, alone, the way Seimei hugs him tightly, blaming himself for everything, all that anger, that revenge that resurfaced again, the coincidence, repeating to Seimei that he could have done better to protect his family, even though said all this time that he didn't care about the future.

He cannot forget Voroniya, his village, his home, the voice of his parents, the people who belonged to that place, Pav cannot forget the forest, the laughter, the footsteps in the snow, his glory against Kaiser, his retreat. What right does he have to ask Seimei to bury his trauma and horrors?, and he would realize it.

''You know...i wanted to do it too, but never ask me to forget something that even you can't forget'' Seimei mutters with his eyes half closed.

''That make things difficult for me'' the blond puts a finger on his forehead. ''I guess we can start better'' continues, leaving his pride aside a little, even though deep down he didn't want to do it.

Seimei throws a snowball at him. ''This is for before!'' he exclaims, causing Pav to doing the same, at least in a reconciliation.

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❏ A little about the setting - comments i had left:

● Being a dream sequence, but who knows, maybe it's an alternate dimension in the past that mixes certain things that wouldn't make sense, plus the characters have a different age than in 1946.

● Congratulations, young Pav and young Seimei are playable (for now).

● You can only find Pav's village in ruins, not an experience like Prehevil, it's more limited, although there are enemies circulating.

● Even though it's a dimension, there are periods of morning, afternoon, night, midnight, depending on how long you stay.

● Can take a path into the forest, at a campfire you can build, but there's a chance that an enemy can catch you off guard.

● Hunting weapons, shotguns, bows and arrows, and other items for making torches can be found in the village.

● It is possible to freeze to death.

● Higher chances of dying in the forest at night and midnight.

● Time is indeterminate, contrary to the real world, the effects will be reversed when the stage is over.

● Even if it seems that there is peace in the desolate village, you can hear the screams of the people who suffered here. The burning smell, the ashes that mix with snow, echoes of voices that no longer exist.

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✦ACT 4 // enemies (village - forest)

● Wolves are found in the forest at night and midnight. They are distracted with twigs or meat.

● Bremen Soldier (non ghoul), in their human appearance, are found in the village, some inside abandoned houses or exit paths. Both Pav and Seimei can threaten them in different ways, these guys usually let their guard down when they see their younger appearances.

● There are also some corpses of Bremen soldiers torn apart by wolves, found lying between the trees, they can be revived and recruited.

● Two Bremen elite trooper can be found patrolling during the afternoon hours in the village, if they are not eliminated before, they will not hesitate to attack you at any time.

● Headless wolves are found in the village at night and midnight. They are more aggressive than those with heads, Pav mentions not having found one in those places in his youth, only that he had heard legends so that no one would approach the forest.

● Three headed horse, before entering the village, you will meet a peculiar horse that has this appearance, lying in the snow with eyes open. A somewhat uncanny valley to see, but not so strange after the creatures that inhabit the world. This equine will get up to try to break your face or hit you with multiple limbs, running faster and emitting sounds of a man screaming in a heartbreaking way.

● An individual with an elongated appearance and hanging skin sneaks between the trees, with ribs that are noticeable, a face full of burns and welts, he is taller than an average human being, walking with a hunched back. Seeking to do everything possible to tear off first the arms and then the head for food purposes.

● Some corpses of the inhabitants can be found, if you don't pay attention, they will point at Pav throughout the journey, accusingly. Asking in unison: ''You became the man who tormented us and swore to destroy...why?''

● A hunter begins to chase you on the way to the forest, his laughter can be heard from afar. He will shoot from a distance, eager to place Pav and Seimei's head in his collection; wanting to keep the lungs. Curiously, if you interact with him during the battle, he will mention that he is looking for a creature that usually steals the lungs he collects. So if at least one death with the hunter is avoided, he will ask you to bring the head of this lung stealer.

● The only one known as The Lung Stealer, a creature that usually appears only in times of blizzard, with the appearance of a deer, two heads, four eyes and torso has human arms and hands. It seems that it is prone to eating the flesh of people, approximately young ones.

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✦ACT 5 - Someone calls you

''Pav, are you here?...''

They can hear a woman's voice inside the house, Pav immediately approach to inspect around, it was dark, dusty, full of spider webs, behind the moldy table. Recognize that voice, lowering the shotgun with shaking hands, Seimei grabs his arm, having a bad feeling about this.

''Why didn't you save us?'' asks the voice of a man.

''Didn't you love us too much to save us?'' says the couple in unison, walking along the wall, in the form of a giant insect, emitting tarantula sounds. ''You're the monster, Pavel''

''Come on, but look who we have!, did you slow down this time, brat?''

A shadow appears through the light at the entrance of the house, a figure of Pav in his days as a lieutenant, mocking and pointing his pistol, changing his form to a Pav in the Kaiser's robes.

''You are not so different...from Kaiser, became the Empire's puppet, ate up all their propaganda shit and then you got that hands dirty, the eagle would sooner or later put worms in your brain, a weak move, boy!''

That had made him angry, all this made him, shooting the other's face apart, again and again until he was stained with blood. Seimei stops Pav when the body no longer moves, a machiavellian smile appears between the lips of the figure who was lying down, the golden robe and his unrecognizable face. Blood spilling everywhere, inside the house and outside in the snow, Pav remains paralyzed, with an expression of which he only looked at the void.

''Let's get out of here!'' Seimei shouts.

Noticing that he wasn't moving, Seimei grabs the shotgun, shooting, but without hitting the head or any weak point, at least the bullets had reached some parts of the creature's limbs, being able to slow it down.

''I was just doing what i thought was right, just wanted no one to go through what you went through...what i went through'' Pav murmurs, with his eyes open and looking at the ground.

Head down, blood stained all over his body. ''Is it too much, is it too much?'' asks.

Seimei, realizing that Pav was still in a trance, tries to aim again for a weak point, shooting the woman in the eye.

''That's not true, they wouldn't say those things!'' expresses, determined to end this once and for all.

Pav was hesitating whether to attack the creature. He could have done it with that strange Doppelganger, but he can't with that creature that whispers to him and reminds of a painful tragedy.

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○ Mea Culpa: Consciousness Eater ○

-Insect like in appearance, the creature has the heads of Pav's parents, attack with scratches, causing Confusion, Poisoning, Fracture, Irritation, weakening the Mind bar, their attacks are more violent.

-There will be a point where they will start shooting bullets from one of the holes and poisoning.

-You can make them swallow bombs and explode their organs from within to weaken the enemy, only that they will regenerate again, so use other strategies that are favorable.

-It will start to release ash and toxic gas from its pores.

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Pav sighed, raising the pistol, trying not to break down again, shooting the head that played the man in the forehead and another bullet for the other female head. He began to be furious, attacking them in an aggressive way, realizing that these were not his real parents, but something darker that was hidden in his conscience, insecurities, torments that consumed and led him to corners of obsession, something that he found difficult to admit.

''So much talk, it makes me tired!'' Pav shouts, landing several attacks.

The creature dissolves, leaving only flesh, traces of spider webs, fungus and mold, with a bunch of tiny insects coming out from inside.

And then...everything goes dark.

It's time, open your eyes, Pavel.

[ovkl]

i started playing funger. i chose dark priest and my first run went exactly as youd think

Dude. I started playing cause I thought Enki (The dark priest) looked cool. Was not aware of if there were any character differences aside from intros and beginning skills, and it was/is pretty hard to find sources. In spite of being out for 5 years, there's a lot that we don't really Know.

First run ended in prisons. I totally fucked myself over. Just really bad rng. No way to wiggle through. Played again, paused for several months, came back and couldn't remember what the hell I was doing. I simply knew it was sucking because I had it in my mind that you HAD to fight bosses and enemies, and often did so unprepared and unaware of their patterns. I still wasn't totally aware of the fact you do not have levels. Just better items, ideally, as you go deeper.

For a 3rd pass I ended up needing to reset from a fresh save a lot. I quickly learned the hard way about the fact people like Ragnvaldr, who was missing a goddamn arm, WOULD NOT fuck Enki specifically to form Marriage. I went about things in a pretty nontraditional way otherwise. As soon as I left inner hall, I bee lined to the Thicket. Got Ragnvaldr. Went to Mines. Got Cahara, and D'arce. Got the Salamander Snake soul stone. Left with a regular ending as I did not meet conditions for anything in particular. Enki has really great starting shit. I personally decided on Dash, getting Necromancy later as most fights until I'd eventually get a scroll or soul stones were pretty much a nonissue. He couldn't hold most of the good stuff I got due to his... gauntness. I did get a lot of cursed weapons in this run which proved to be extremely helpful. Endlessly in love with how different each play can be but memory and reliance on previous experiences in dying and whatnot can be very useful, even if the layout is a different version.

I started a new run recently as Cahara and it is UNREAL how different it is. The leg weights came off and all that... Ragnvalder lost his stupid fucking arm again and had no issue banging it out immediately. Trying to keep the girl in my party. I gave her to Pocketcat for a sword in my prev. Raced thru the Thicket and got Le'garde. I think I was omw to D'arce but wanted to do some other stuff for an ending now that I'm not on a time limit. Have been contemplating getting Nas'hrah this time...

Also checked out Termina finally. I was pretty relunctant but the enemy designs were too good not to check it out and I fucking love it. Lots of focus on a god we don't see a lot of in F&H. It's a stark reminder that while the Gods have abandoned them, they have not left. They simply refuse to intervine. They will favor and gift and view, but they will not halt their demise in any way whatsoever. They will be present to their suffering. Love O'saa a lot. And Samarie. Among others. Lots of cool shit and ties. Anyway I rambled a lot please liveblog the shit out of your play for me.

[mychlapci]

here is my objectively correct list of lost light characters playing fear and hunger

rodimus - he makes a massive deal about this really difficult human game. he goes into it fully expecting to breeze through the dungeon. he encounters the dogs at the very beginning of the game, closes it, and then promptly deletes it off his computer. he wails and cries and complains so hard and is such a piss baby gamer about being shit at it.

megatron - he likes the lore. consistently takes his time when playing because he hates le'garde so much and lets him die every single playthrough. enjoys enki greatly. also deeply respects the rng and strategy aspects. rodimus hates him for being too good.

ratchet - i want to put him directly into the game (as a treat <3) but i cannot. he doesn't like it. because he's old and because i don't think he'd appreciate the horrors. but i do think he would find rodimus fucking everything up very amusing. if forced to play he would spec into healing via sylvian and then explode everything with combustion

thunderclash - he is perfect at the game. wins every single coin flip. does not get hit once. godlike rng. rodimus thinks he's cheating but he's not. has 100% the whole game. cried when having to fight the god of fear and hunger (you know his ass got emotionally attached to the girl) and he probably wrote fanfiction about enki and ragnvaldr kissing

whirl - nas'hrah speedrun%. he explodes everything. he takes every single opportunity to cut off his own characters limbs. what is wrong with him?

drift - got emotionally attached to moonless. exclusively play ragnvaldr. he gets really into the worldbuilding and desperately wishes that the eastern sanctuary was more elaborated upon. is literally the only person besides thunderclash who doesn't get mad when he plays. he does seethe and cope sometimes, but it's usually in the privacy of his own room. or he rants to ratchet

cyclonus - he played as d'arce, got to le'garde and then created a marriage between the two per whirl's suggestion. he was so horrified by the resulting abomination that he closed the game and never opened it ever again

that's all for now but i love funger and i love transformers and i figured you'd appreciate this

oh man, Rodimus is me. fuming because 6 minutes into the run he got fucked over by a guard or the dogs or a maneba and needed up limbless in the blood pit. Again. he can never match up to Thunderclash' speedrunner's spirit.

i bet tailgate would also get freaked out if he ended up creating a marriage on accident, but he'd come around to it and constantly bug cyclonus with questions about how if this was possible, would he do it with him? cyclonus says no. whirl says yes.

tbh i would think Megatron would sympathize with le'garde, both of them having a... machiavellian attitude to reaching one's "noble goals". but perhaps relating to the ole' dickhead just makes him angry.

[lefarte]

would i be a bother if i asked for cuddling hcs for funger 1 characters as well ..?

No anon you’re good :] dw

I did not know if you meant just the main cast or the side characters as well so I did only the playable characters (also Celeste and moonless cameos)

Cahara

He is definitely physically affectionate, always giving people hugs and little pecks (often for the purpose of stealing their coins). He’s just kind of a lovey dovey guy.

He likes to be the big spoon to make you feel cherished, but being the little spoon isn’t off the table. On the contrary, he loves that too. It’s like you’re a cute little blanket.

Cahara is perfectly fine with PDA. He’ll hold your hand while you two walk around, kiss you in public, laugh loudly. It’s not like he’s got anything to be ashamed of. He’s sure that all of the people that look at you are probably just jealous that he has such a cute partner~

He gives you nose boops.

You, him and Celeste will all be sleeping in the same bed (on the nights where Celeste doesn’t have work.)

Ever since he was a kid he developed a habit of being a very light sleeper, constantly having to look over his shoulder for bad actors. So he tends to be the last one asleep. He doesn’t mind it though, he likes to watch over you and have the time to be with you in quiet.

Also he thinks it’s super cute when you and Celeste snuggle.

D’arce

I’m not going to lie she is not a good snuggler. But it’s okay she’s trying🩷

She’s just never been physically close with anyone… ever. Her life beforehand was always so isolated, never even holding hands before... Cuddling simply for fun is… embarassing. (She’s the type to get flustered by a woman showing her ankles.)

Stiff as a board, her ears go very red, just staring at the ceiling. God forbid you’re in clothes too comfortable, or her all the blood will rush straight to her head.

Prefers you to be laying directly on top of her. She is so strong that she can hold you with absolute ease, you can curl up on her and rest your head on her chest. Her heart would be pounding in your ears all night. Wouldn’t sleep a wink.

She’s quite protective. She doesn’t like to be the little spoon. That should be reserved for you…

One thing she does like is to rest her head in your lap. She looks so cute and dazed… especially if you can feed her snacks or something.

Also… If you sleep with her for one night, you will never sleep anywhere else again. She has to “stand guard for you”.

Enki

General little spoon vibes. Little spoon so that he can read his book while you sleep (and suffer from his long ass hair in your face). I’m sorry, I absolutely cannot imagine him being big spoon. Even if you are much smaller than him, you’re going to have to be the big spoon. Because he’s not budging from his spot 🙄

Lots of hand holding. You basically get dragged around like a purse because he won’t let go. And then he acts like YOU’RE the one being annoying!

You will probably end up brushing/detangling his hair. You’d have to wrangle him to get him to agree with it, but he actually calms down quite a bit once it starts. He actually quite likes his hair being touched…

He’s a weirdo who sleeps with absolutely no blankets because he can’t handle heat. He also refuses pillows because they’re “too comfortable”. Just raw dogging it.

Ragnvaldr

His favorite way to cuddle is to pick you up and rest you right on top of him, and just hug you tight and rub your back until you fall asleep.

In the Oldegarde winters it wasn’t unusual for the whole household to all sleep in one bed for warmth. This is the way he likes it most. The warmth you feel when you’re all nestled up together under heavy quilts is just so soft and domestic. It’s unlike what just a fire can give you.

If your hair is long enough, he likes to braid your hair before bed so that your hair doesn’t get tousled when you sleep. Even if you can do it yourself, he likes to do it for you as a bedtime ritual. You may braid his hair too, if you insist.

Moonless sleeps in the bed with you. She’s a big sweetheart, she sleeps at your feet in a ball. She generally doesn’t disturb you, but she gets antsy if you don’t come to bed on schedule. She’ll try to drag you to bed if she has to.

He has a dad snore.

Moonless also snores.

[byebyassociation]

An uncomfortable funger drabble. Was part of a larger piece but fuck, man, I don't think I can do it

Warnings: Pedophilia, Implied past prostitution, Adoptive Incest (paternal)

" You never felt smaller than being a healer in a big house. You never felt smaller than in a room so big where you’re neck to neck with someone. You swear you can hear their pulse bleeding through the furniture.

You sit on the plush couch and he sits next to you. The morning paper must be interesting with how he doesn’t acknowledge you. He got it from another boy and you almost feel jealous. The boy who worked corners, you were one once. You worked a hot corner though, with ladybirds who you’d patch up. With men who’d meld and tear you apart.

He sat by your feet reading a newspaper. He flipped to the next page, still not speaking to you.

A sign of dissatisfaction.

You stretched your legs out. A small smile opened across his face.

The silence was warm. 

This was your language.

He stole everything that made you human then took more. Your belly was bloated with love that made you retch. The kind of love your parents died for and you were ungrateful with. You were dressed in nice clothes and lived in a nice house and knew a nice girl and everything was nice. But like Cinderella at midnight you’d always have to return back home. You’d always find yourself sitting on that chair explaining every horrible thing you did or was done to you. Staring at a man who you trusted… over and over again. Trust lost and regained like a game of cards with a stacked deck. He’d reshuffle them every time you showed signs of not liking him. Of wanting to run, of wanting to hide and forget and pretend your agreements meant nothing.

What did I do to you?

The words of all words marinate in your brain. You couldn’t respond.

“I don’t know.” Was your final answer.

It didn’t quell him, what good is a student without an answer?! You were so terrible at this. He grew only more frustrated. He stood over you, a fly who tainted a vat of honey.

He pleaded, “Why are you scared?”

“I don’t know!” You couldn’t stop shaking. Your eyes wouldn’t water and your body wouldn’t move. Your head felt light and heavy. Every color was getting warmer as the room was warping and bubbling. Underwater sickness. Drowning. The air constricted out of your lungs no matter how hard you gasped.

He continued, “Answer me properly, boy! Why are you upset?”

Your words weren’t even a wheeze, more of a guttural choke.

“Explain. Calm down and explain yourself.” There was no time to calm down.

Your practiced answer fell out with a thud, “Nothing. I forgot, sir.”

Purge it. "

[levienjoyer]

HELLO!!!! NOT SURE HOW MANY PEOPLE WILL SEE THIS BUT ID BE HAPPY IF YOU READ IT! my ipad, the thing ive been using to draw for the last approx 4 years…stopped working. it turned off one day when I was drawing and It hasn’t turned on since! Ive been able to draw on my phone, but I haven’t been able to make any funger art since im not confident it’ll be good. Im not sure what plans I have— as in, getting a new ipad? or something else to draw with?— this was pretty bad timing lmao

but! I just wanted to explain the lack of art. Im very sorry. Ive posted some art on instagram, my @ is thedinkster0.1 but its all MILGRAM. Im not sure how many people are into that here so? Im sorry again! I’ll attempt to draw funger but no promises 😭💢

thank you for supporting my art, and I hope to get over this roadblock somehow, soon!

2 MO UPDATE: might be getting a new one soon! will be an older model bc cheaper NOT TO COMPLAIN BUT i just hope it lasts longer than my 7th gen…4 years…hahh….wish me luck!