#my fanmade nwtb ego

[the-matpat-ever]

Evie & Casey Smith [ My Anna Prosser & NWTB Egos ]

*Side note* I am still in the process of fleshing them out so some things may be subjected to change and be inconsistent!!

About them~

Evie and Casey go back all the way to the 1800s where they had recently gotten married in a small rural village during the winter. The two were absolutely smitten with each other, anyone with eyes could see that. Things quickly had taken a turn for the worst when a lone, hungry vampire takes the life of Evie Smith, putting the blame onto Casey when he finds her pale lifeless body in the snow. Since Evie was absolutely beloved, always making people laugh and helping around the town, the village turns on Casey. He is brutally executed by the few people who led the village and made all the town's decisions.

Since this happens in only a few hours, Evie awakens in a nailed coffin which she tore apart quite quickly. The village had decided to execute Casey before giving her a proper burial because they had thought that Evie's killer must die before she could rest. Evie is terrified and confused when she awakens, all she remembered was going outside to take a stroll before her vision went dark.

Fun fact! Vampires are super territorial not only where they sleep but also around people too. Particularly, people that they call family, which could be close friends, spouses/partners, relatives, even animals that they consider pets. If one of them is hurt or killed...you better pray to whatever God you believe in that you aren't responsible for it, or get in their way. As expected Evie goes on a murderous rampage when she finds her husband lying in a pool of his own blood. They didn't bother to clean up yet or dispose of his body(they thought he didnt deserve a proper burial). She murdered the entire village, and I mean the entire village. No survivors.

Evie still feels guilty to this day about it, but not entirely. She only feels guilty about the children that had perished from her. She kept Casey's wedding band, always wearing both rings on her left ring finger. She gets them polished after every few decades. Her ghost hunting crew, which she calls family consists of her brother, and a few other egos that I'm also in the process of making(PLEASE SEND HELP/J).

The sun doesnt kill her but she has to wear 100 SPF and apply multiple layers so she doesn't burn because she's so pale. Since she's so pale she usually wears makeup to cover up the inhuman sickly look to her. ALSO when Vampires turn, their appearance doesn't change at all. They aren't inhumanly beautiful, they are average looking people. The parasitic species had evolved so that they are able to blend in with the people around them easily, which means: Retractable fangs and claws!!

Casey on the other hand wakes up a few years later, stuck in limbo for a while before his soul was released onto earth again. He was executed in a church, them thinking he was the devil. He wasn't very liked by the villagers, even before his untimely death. While traditionally, ghosts and spirits usually haunt a specific place or object, Casey doesn't. He just wanders around aimlessly, suffering silently(Onlookers sometimes will spot a strange victorian looking man walking on the side of the road). He is drawn to warm and cozy spaces because of how cold he always is, how empty he feels, but he stays away from people. He's grown bitter as centuries passed. While he is bitter and not a people person, he is not the one to disrespect women or children. He is quite the gentlemen actually, just don't bother him and you're good.

PS~ I'm just making it up as I go, some things are just not going to be historically accurate

@stretch-time

[wouldntyou-liketoknow]

Just a little question regarding your beloved Nate ego Parker Thenope :)

I am currently drawing the interesting character that he is and I am curious about his mask! You mention that it is carmine and that he uses it mostly for privacy reasons if I remember correctly. Would that mean it covers his face fully? How does he see out of it and is there any significant details or a specific design that it has?

And one more thing- Is there a certain style of clothing that he wears?

I'm super excited to finish drawing him!!!

Well, that detail was inspired by how Nate went through a decent period of wearing a face mask at all times, both irl and on social media.

So, Parker's mask is just that: a basic face mask that rests on the bridge of his nose with straps for his ears. It doesn't cover his head head at all: just the stuff under his eyes. So, he can still easily see and preserve his anonymity (except for when he's swimming, but y'know).

Plus, to keep up with The Pentas Family's trend of red signature items for its members, the fabric of Parker's mask is dyed carmine, whereas Nate's face mask is simply black.)

And as for the rest of his attire...

For one thing, I can see Parker casually wearing swim gear under his day clothes. Just because he goes swimming so often (Plus, his way of work usually involves drowning, and hit-jobs can pop up somewhat randomly.)

For another thing, I think he'd also wear casual emo stuff similar to Nate. Mainly a zippered hoodie over a tank top with black jeans.

In fact, the zippered hoodie in question would have a tie-dye job a lot like this one, except with a dark, dull shade of green instead of blue:

(Since Nate has a bunch of tattoos, then logically, Parker has a bunch of tattoos himself. But as much as I love tattoo stuff, it'd make sense for Parker to cover them at certain times. Just so he isn't potentially recognized while in public.)

(Also, if you'd like some more details for the other colors of his clothes, just let me know. I assume probably not, since you seem to mainly draw with pencil. Not having a go at you for that, lol. Just overthinking as usual)

Thank you for your interest in the character! I'm excited to see what you end up posting!

Sorry this took so long to answer; stuff keeps popping up irl for me, plus my laptop has been running a little slow lately 😅

[natemares-weird-ask-blog]

Master Post

Hello!! Here I roleplay as Mare from Nwtb's music video Mangled. This blog doubles as an ask blog and just regular role-playing. If you want to see me drawing Dawktrap and making my own fanmade Youtuber egos then you can follow my main blog here! @the-matpat-ever and if you wanna roleplay with dawko egos @manic-n-panic-rp

Boundaries~ I am a minor, talking about or role-playing nsfw are off limits. The only thing I'm comfortable with is gore or eldrich horror type deals. If you wanna roleplay with me you can dm me or give me an ask(I have anxiety reaching out to people first so be aware, being very clear with what you want to rp or talk about helps a lot). Any shipping asks or rps are fine as long as they're legal

Now heres some rp info about my sillies:3

Mare

Pronouns~ He/It

Gender~ This thing don't got a gender

Age~ Mf doesn't age

Sexuality~ Pansexual

Height~ 6'

Other~ Bro fr kidnapped Matt because he was bored. He treats him kind of like a pet. He holds grudges on others like no other, especially since he's not human, which lets him eat inedible things like chalk and paint. Also, Phantom is like an annoying, all "righteous acting" older brother to Mare. Mare absolutely despises him. Skilled at fighting but he's very messy. Very possessive of his things.

Personality~ Anger driven, keeps to himself, sarcastic, arrogant, acts before thinking, messy, mysterious, mischievous

Matt

Pronouns~ He/Him

Gender~ Cis Male

Age~ 32

Sexuality~ Bisexual

Height~ 5'7

Other~ He had worked many jobs in retail until he got a job at Freddy's. He worked the dayshift and nightshift whenever he could. While he was getting shit faced at a bar in town he was kidnapped by Mare. He is quite freaked out by it but at least he's not being tortured...physically anyway. He's not very well with blood and will probably faint upon seeing it. Mare seems to think they're buddies sometimes and Matt cannot stand it.

Personality~ Awkward, stubborn, gets freaked out easily, no bullshit kinda guy even though he creates the bullshit, quite lazy and acts like an angsty teen when drunk[think of Ragatha in the 4th TADC Ep.]

[th3w00ds]

I kinda wanna say again that it’s completely ok for you guys to make stuff with my fanmade egos, i.e Apollo, Arbiter and Time (Link based NWTB ego who I’ll be posting an intro for really soon!) But if you guys do do anything with them, I wanna be tagged in the post because I REALLY would like to see what you’ve done with them, and either way it’ll be really cool if someone does do stuff with any of them. This is probably really selfish of me now that I think about it, but I don’t really want to be the only one posting about them if that makes sense. Anyway, Time intro will be posted soon! Probably tomorrow!

[natekashiri-exe]

Headmate Intro - Natemare

Full Name: Natemare

Known As: Mare, The Voidwalker

Title: The Demon

Headmate Type: Fictive

Source: NWTB Egos

Species: Void Demon

Gender: Male

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: *shrug*

Age: 26

Last Known Role: Co-Host/Janusian

Text Signature: Mangled

Emoji: 🎤(microphone)

Brendon's older brother

Prefers dark spaces

Has the same vocal persuasion powers as Brendon

Hey, what's up? My name is Natemare, and I'm I'm loosely based on the NateWantsToBattle fanmade ego of the same name and likeness. Though, to be honest.. I kinda just used him as an inspiration, I've become my own person now.

Oh yeah, I'm also a void demon. That means that not only do I live in the dark like some early 2010s emo teenager, but it means I can actually control it and harness it as some kinda.. malleable substance. Usually I just tap into it now and again to scare people, but once I *really* let it take over me, aka Voidwalking, I.. become less of a person, and more of a sentient cosmic entity about to open a jumbo can of whoop-ass.

But other than that, I'm pretty chill and laid-back. So don't hurt my family, and we'll be homies.

[the-matpat-ever]

SCREAMS

I NEED TO DRAW MARE NOW.

I NEED IT. SO BADLY.

Anyways

Here's Archer! This is a Nate ego I made for a Minecraft rp server:3 He's part Wither Skeleton

[the-matpat-ever]

@wouldntyou-liketoknow

I HAVE FINALLY FINISHED THE DIGITAL VERSION OF PARKERRRR!!!

IM SO MUCH HAPPIER WITH THIS ONE :)

I didn't do the tattoos because I suck at them😭 [I totally didn't forget to draw them or anything..]

[the-matpat-ever]

The lovely creator of the character!!

@wouldntyou-liketoknow

I HAVE FINISHED THE DRAWINGSSS

I may favor Parker just a little more...

I'm not used to drawing with colored pencils or finishing traditional drawings so I shall make a digital version if i feel up to it :)

[If I accidentally post the same thing and you see I posted twice no you don't]

[the-matpat-ever]

Idk what possessed me to draw this but I REALLY LOVE IT

Meet Casey, my nwtb ego :)

@wouldntyou-liketoknow

[the-matpat-ever]

I'm still in the process of making her but here's my Anna Prosser ego:3

Might rewrite some things about her

I'll be drawing Casey(my nwtb ego) soon as well :)

I was originally going to make her a human but that seemed a little boring so I decided to make them both monster egos. She's more of a traditional vampire; having to be welcomed into houses, holy water burning her, etc

She hosts a silly TV show where she "hunts" for ghosts. Most of the time the spirits don't show themselves so like any other show she improvises and makes things up as she goes. The show is almost 90% fake, only a very few actual spirits that do show up are pissed or frightened by them. She loves an adventure.

Okay I need to stop before I get carried away, I still need to make her own intro card like Dayton and Nic

@wouldntyou-liketoknow

[the-matpat-ever]

AAAAAA

I HAVE SO MANY IDEASSSS

HEAR ME OUT

I WANNA MAKE ANOTHER ANNA PROSSER EGO TO PAIR WITH PHANTOMMM

AAAAAAAAAAAJSKWKWNEBAH

LIKE SHED BE THE HOST OF ALL THE SHOWS AND ENTERTAINMENT AND BE LIKE IN CHARGE OF LURING IN GREEDY AND HELPLESS SOULS INTO THE PLACE

SHAKES YOU

SHES LIKE A LONG TIME DEAR FRIEND TO PHANTOM AND THEYD BE SO CUTEEEE

THEYRE BOTH BEAUTIFUL MONSTEROUS CREATURES THAT LIKE TRICKING HUMANS AND CONSUMING SOULS AND AND I CAN SEE THEM JUST BEING EXTREMELY SICKENLY SWEET WITH EACH OTHER AND CRUEL TO GREEDY HUMANS

CRYING RN

I LOVE THEM ALREADY😭😭😭

I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT THEM..

I AM NOT OKAY

[wouldntyou-liketoknow]

Day 5: Submerged

(Disclaimer: one of the characters in this story belongs to me. For more information on Parker, go here. For my personal headcanons on Murdock, who belongs to the Markiplier Cinematic Universe, go here. And if you’d like to learn more about the mob these guys work for, go here.)

(As usual, I got tons of help with developing the main character of this story from the amazing @sammys-magical-au ! Please go check out their blog and stories!)

(Trigger Warnings: blood/gore, implied murder/death, implied drowning, implied violence, water/the ocean, descriptions of illegal business, descriptions of decay, aquatic insects, strong language. Please let me know if I missed anything.)

Day 1 Day 2 Day 3 Day 4 Day 6 Day 7

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Parker rolled his shoulders, still not quite adjusted to the straps that connected the tank to his back. They were good and secure…which, of course, was code for pinching and scratching against his skin. 

He’d been swimming ever since childhood; he was more than strong enough to free-dive if he chose. (In fact, if that wasn’t the case, then he’d probably have a few more questions about reality than he already did.) 

Even so, personal skill did nothing to change how the reef he was swimming towards—he could never remember its actual name, so he always just called it Ocean’s Nine-And-A-Half—grew about a hundred feet below the waves.

Fortunately enough, that also meant the reef was outside of almost every legal jurisdiction. In a technical sense, at least.

As often as he visited those sea-caves clustered by one side of the local beach, he typically never swam deep enough to need professional gear like this.

Hell, he usually made sure to keep his head above the water…unless he was out on a job and happened to see unfamiliar figures in the dark.

Unless he had to duck under and hide, peering up at the surface and feeling the breath he had to hold writhe around in his lungs until he was sure any potential witness had moved on.

Yeah, the salt stung the eyes like a bitch, so sometimes he’d take a mask on his exploits (kinda funny, considering the carmine-colored facemask he always wore on land)—but then, that was a simple type. One that wasn’t designed with inner mechanisms that whirred and hissed in time with his breathing. 

The stretchy, rubbery material of each flipper clung around his ankles, almost as though they’d been suctioned to his skin. (And that was the reason he was so grateful that a dive like this didn’t technically require an entire wetsuit rather than just his bleach-dyed swim trunks.) 

Parker shook his head, reminding himself to focus on the water. 

The water was cold. Not the freezing type that forced its way into your bones—not to him, at least. To him, it just felt perfectly cool. Maybe just a few degrees cooler than the water inside sensory deprivation chambers.

(Fine, there was a layer of goosebumps prickling along his skin. But he still adjusted quickly, and the collection of colorful tattoos he’d gathered on his arms through the years helped to sort of cover them, so shut up.) 

The water was dark. Not a gaping, pitch-black abyss that most thlasssophobia-havers probably had intrusive thoughts about whenever they went to a public pool—not to him, at least. More like a deep sapphire. Plus, even as the sun was actively setting, plenty of its rays still filtered down through the surface.

The way it swirled all around his arms, his legs, his torso…it almost reminded him of musical notes. The way music could feel almost tangible if you were feeling angry enough to burrow into the sound.

Sometimes the only way to calm down was to wait and listen and play until you could physically feel each of those notes crawling through your brain. 

It took a moment or two for Parker to actually enter Ocean’s Nine-And-A-Half, but that didn’t mean he stopped swimming. He maneuvered himself around an organ pipe coral and kicked off further, careful to avoid scraping against algae-covered rock formations.

Anemones clung to stone at higher angles, their long, vivid green polyps slowly swaying to and fro.

A small octopus with bulging, pale eyes that honestly made it look like a C- Arts & Crafts project clambered along the sand, staring up at him as he passed by.

A pair of mandarin fish fled from the ripples he sent through the water. 

A banded krait slithered out of a crevice, its sinuous body waving like a ribbon as it slowly-but-surely made its way for the surface.

(Parker made a mental note to bring that up with Azalea the next time he saw her. She’d mentioned her work-collection running a bit low on certain snake venoms during The Pentas Family’s latest meeting.)

He’s gotta be somewhere close, he thought. We were just a few miles away from the city’s buoys when we stopped to drop him…

Although, as he turned a corner in the reef, he was caught in a nearly neck-snapping doubletake when he spotted a cluster of small, sock-shaped creatures clinging to a rock on that very corner.

Sea squirts were basic filter-feeding invertebrates; sure, they came in a variety of colors and shapes, but that was pretty much it. 

These ones, however, seemed to be more on the overachieving side.

They each boasted a strange stripe pattern underneath their translucent skin. Aforementioned pattern was white, save for a trio of little black dots on the part where a face might have been. This might not have sounded like much at first, but when you realized how the stripes really did resemble a tiny spine flanked by tiny ribs that raced up toward a tiny skull with tiny sharp teeth. . .

Parker found himself unable to help but pause—without the regulator connected to the oxygen tank, his mouth probably would’ve fallen open.

Despite all the things he’d done in his career so far, somewhere deep inside him was a tiny kernel of something that demanded an occasional dose of whimsy.

And it’d been a hot minute since he'd gotten some whimsy, and there was some fresh whimsy right-fucking-here. 

So, he had to take a moment to circle around these creepy-yet-cute, strangely skeletal-looking sea squirts.

In fact, aforementioned sea squirts ended up being the key to his little conundrum. 

Because on his third time circling then, he caught something else out of the corner of his eye: a very odd shape that sat about ten-or-so feet away. 

…Well, sat wasn’t the right word. Hovered would be more accurate, considering how a thick, sturdy rope was coiled around the end of it, connecting it to a cinder block that was partially sunken into the sand. 

Adrenaline reaching a boiling point, Parker surged toward the shape. Even with the supply of oxygen literally strapped to his face, his heart and lungs felt as though they were crystallizing from the inside-out.

As he grew closer and closer, he realized that the shape didn’t appear dark or blurry due to the water; no, that honor went to all the creatures that were currently pushing and shoving to nip at it. A few dozen schools of tiny fish all gathered around the mass, truly seeming to move as one, their little scales glinting in the dim light. 

Thin, misty veils of something drifted out from between all of them, slowly-but-surely drifting upward, only to fade into the water before they had a chance to reach the surface. 

Of course, once Parker got within potential touching distance, the tiny fish all darted away before he could even blink. Almost like a magic trick. 

A generous amount of crabs stayed, either not noticing their sudden watcher or not caring about his opinions on their dietary choices. They clambered along what was left of the shape’s clothing—even that thick jacket he’d been wearing those three days ago had already been reduced to a pile of shredded rags. 

Parker tilted his head, feeling an unhinged smile etch its way across his features. 

He knew from experience that decomposition typically took longer underwater than it did on land, but there simply wasn’t much left of his latest target. 

His rotting flesh was an awful combination of loose and taut, desperately clinging to the bones underneath. Not a single square-inch of tissue was unmarked by jagged wounds that were oh-so-clearly strange little bitemarks. His mouth hung open as if in a silent scream, revealing that his tongue was gone and probably not coming back anytime soon. 

Both of his cloudy eyes (such a departure from the dark brown shade they’d been before. They’d been so dark that Parker had barely even seen the way his pupils had constricted as he thrashed and howled through the water) still remained in their sockets, but they’d taken on a definite sag.

Even with his disturbing satisfaction, an icy chill dripped down Parker’s spine as he watched a sealouse scuttle up the target’s neck and along his withering jawline before squirming its way through the space between the right eye and its papery-looking lid. 

Just like before, Parker swam a few circles around the corpse. Only this time, his movements were more relaxed, maybe even a bit lazy, calm. A cacophony from the past tapped its rhythm through his eardrums. 

Screams laced with threats and profanities that eventually bled into gagging and wretching and pleading, which themselves had bled into unintelligible gurgles after a few long, hard-fought moments… 

With that, Parker finally looked up and began wading toward the surface. Toward that dark, rectangular shape that gently bobbed against the water, waiting patiently for him (he wasn’t sure the same could be said for its owner, though).

While he didn’t look back down, part of his couldn’t shake the feeling that the corpse was somehow staring after him as he swam further and further away. 

Another part of him hoped that the corpse was watching him, because it would only cement the fact (if Caliban was here, he would’ve gotten a kick out of that) that the dead fucker wasn’t going anywhere. He would have to sit at the bottom of that reef and think about what he’d done, about how he’d fucked around with Parker and his peers one too many times. 

As always, the surface looked like wobbling glass right before Parker’s head broke through it. The cool air practically slapped him in the face, but that didn’t stop him. He paddled his way around to the bow of the houseboat, hissing through clenched teeth as one of his knees collided with the ladder that hung in the water.

Parker hefted himself onto the deck, shrugging off the oxygen tank right after pulling the eye-mask and regulator away from his face. He then sat back on his haunches, leaning against a nearby lower beam. The burning, aching sensation that slithered through him almost made the muscles in his arms and legs seem to be vibrating. 

Even so, it wasn’t a bad kind of ache. That was just how you knew you’d had a good, effective swim-time. 

Footsteps thudded from down the very short corridor that led into the main reason why this structure was called a houseboat. By the time he looked over in their direction, a purple blur came flying over to crash-land directly into his face. Considering how soft, fuzzy, and obviously harmless this blur turned out to be, Parker didn’t immediately fly into a defensive rage. 

Instead, he simply yelped and fumbled with the towel, pulling it down to see Murdock leaning against the nearby threshold with a patented smirk on his face. 

“Well?” The hitman asked, his deep baritone oozing up from his lungs and into the air. “How’s that buddy of ours doing?” 

“Oh, good,” Parker answered, voice dripping with sarcastic humor. “Totally good. He’s made a bunch of new friends down there.” 

He raised the towel over his head, quickly drying his hair; it wasn’t quite as long as Murdock’s, but it seemed an even darker shade of black in the right light. 

Murdock nodded, chuckling. “And do you think there’ll be anything left of him later in the week?”

“Probably. But even if someone comes across him, they won't be able to recognize him. Let alone find any fingerprints.” 

Deciding that his face was now dry enough, Parker pulled himself onto the very bench he’d been leaning against. He pushed the towel aside in favor of rummaging through the duffel bag he’d brought onboard an hour ago. 

Sooner or later, he found his prized facemask, the straps of which soon returned to their place behind his ears, hiding everything below his eyes from the world. 

“Well, alright then!” Murdock proclaimed, the beautiful mixture of orange and pink and violent on the horizon reflecting in his black-tinted shades. “Job’s officially done.”

He shifted in place, making to turn on his heel and head back to the control-room positioned right beside his bedroom…only to pause, his eyes lingering on his fellow contract-killer. 

Parker raised an eyebrow. “What?” 

“Nothing, nothing.” Murdock offered a coy shrug. “Just thinking about how you’d drowned that idiot in one of the sea caves before you’d dragged him through the water and onto the same spot you’re sitting now.”

Parker snorted, smirking. “That’s what we call efficiency, isn’t it? I couldn’t have just left him to float over by the docks; someone would’ve found him in the next hour.” 

“Oh, I’m not doubting that,” Murdock reassured. Another bout of quiet snickers seeped through his lips as he traipsed down the hall. 

In just a moment, the houseboat’s engine roared to life. 

Parker instinctually held onto one of the nearby support bars, admiring the way the sunlight glimmered against the water. It almost felt like the scene was so pretty because the elements themselves were actively trying to hide what he and his accomplice had done. 

And as the houseboat began to turn in the water, its bow now pointing toward all those glowing buildings that loomed near the Cove Port Inlet’s beach, Parked began humming to himself.

He would be dropped off back home in an hour; he wondered if he’d have enough time to sneak over to the studio and polish up that song he’d been struggling with lately…

@sammys-magical-au @the-matpat-ever @th3w00ds @flaming-dolph16 @nwtbobsessedemo

[wouldntyou-liketoknow]

Parker Thenope

(I’ve already made an information post like this, but said post is pretty long; in fact, it’ll just get longer and more expansive as I develop new characters and stories for [The Future Mob Project]. And I’m worried that the sheer length will make readers lose interest when they click on a link to look for a specific character. So, I’ll be making separate information pages for each character while still maintaining the all-inclusive post. Got it? Good.)

Who He’s Based Off Of: Nathan Sharp (NateWantsToBattle/Give Heart Records)

His Method of Work: There are several ways to be adept in water. Such as holding a person under it until they stop moving, or drenching a person over and over again until they give up the information you need. Which is exactly how Parker earns his keep. His assignments often involve haunting the local beach—or, more precisely, the cluster of shallow sea-caves along the beach’s edges. But in a pinch, he’s willing to use pools/hot tubs/etc. to his advantage (it just means he’ll have to be clever with how he goes about the job). 

Red Attire: Face-mask (Carmine) 

Notes:

Parker is the personification of “it’s always the quiet ones who snap the loudest.” Sure, he’s cooperative and understanding toward his peers in The Pentas Family, but underneath his chill, humorous, nonchalant veil lurks a bit of a ticking time-bomb. As a child, it was constantly drilled into him to camouflage his real emotions, to always appear calm and collected on the outside. If you’ve done something to majorly piss him off, then really, your only chance is to hide and hope he doesn’t find you. 

Fittingly enough, his hobbies include swimming. He learned at a very young age, so, it’s safe to say that he’s excellent at following the flow of water, holding his breath for generous periods of time, etc. And who can blame him? It’s a lot of fun, it’s great exercise, and it allows him to have the upper hand whenever he happens to also be in the water while taking care of a target.

When it comes to anything music-related, he’s incredibly skilled. Not only does he have a lovely singing voice, but he’s an expert on playing guitar, drums, and even the piano on occasion. Music is a very effective form of stress-relief, and he’s been using it as such long before he entered the underground business. 

He’s very familiar with Ear Caffeine, a music studio in the Cove Port Inlets. He works there as a songwriter/lyricist, as well as a session musician, though he’s now basically in charge of the place ever since its former owners disappeared into thin air. (The building is connected to the abandoned subway tunnels, and Parker was instrumental—pun vERY MUCH INTENDED—to The Pentas Family claiming it as part of their territory.)  

On top of that, Parker also owns Chord Craft, a combination of record store and instrument-repair shop on the side. He was the head-honcho over there before he was welcomed into the mob, and while he’s since hired more people to run it, he still cares for it. 

Even before he joined The Pentas Family, he made a point to wear a face mask every day (he sees the red one he wears now as an upgrade). He only ever takes it off when he’s swimming, bathing, or sleeping. He doesn’t have any scars to cover up; he just finds comfort in personal anonymity. 

He’s learned to consider all the different ways decomposition can work in watery areas. Just because his signature is to drown targets doesn’t mean he can always afford to just leave their bodies floating. It’s not uncommon for him to seek out Murdock, arranging to take a ride on the hitman’s houseboat in order to dump certain bodies far out from the Inlets’ boundaries. 

Current Stories: (Goretober 2024) Day 5: Submerged

@sammys-magical-au @th3w00ds

[wouldntyou-liketoknow]

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Masterpost

What’s up? I’m 23, autistic, omniromantic-demisexual, and use She/Her pronouns. Storytelling is really important to me, and the stuff I make is almost always dark, unhinged, and macabre.

This is a list of all the stories I’ve written so far (and I’ll be making updates in time with future stories). The characters I mainly write for are YouTuber Egos; those of Nathan Sharp/NateWantsToBattle, Markiplier, MatPat, Thomas Sanders, etc.

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The Pentas Family Encyclopedia

Murdock Mallory (My personal headcanons)

(Goretober 2022) Day 2: Cannibalism (Caliban, Murdock, The Newcomer)

Running on Empty (Caliban, Murdock, R.D.)

God, Being an Accessory to Murder is Exhausting (Sam Ryder, Murdock, Caliban)

What’s That Saying About Cinnamon Rolls. . ? (Azalea, Caliban)

Update the Letter Board! (Azalea, Murdock)

Toxic Tutorials (Azalea, The Newcomer)

(Goretober 2023) Day 3: Broken Bones (K.O., Murdock, Caliban)

(Goretober 2023) Day 4: Amputation (Caliban, Murdock, R.D.)

(Goretober 2023) Day 7: Needles (Azalea, Murdock, Caliban, K.O.)

HALLOWEEN 2023 SPECIAL: Bloody Tricks and Even Bloodier Treats (Sam Ryder, Azalea, K.O., Murdock, Caliban)

(Goretober 2024) Day 2: Operation (Murdock, K.O.)

(Goretober 2024) Day 4: Burst Vessels (Garret Wyre, The Newcomer)

(Goretober 2024) Day 5: Submerged (Parker Thenope, Murdock)

Quiet Moments (Caliban, R.D.)

Things Happen After Dark… (Casey Clowes, Azalea, Caliban, Murdock)

Visceral Valentines (R.D., Caliban, Murdock, K.O., Phoenix, Azalea)

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Fǎ̘nm͌ad̗e̋ͭ̑ E̍͞g̾ös̀͌

Caliban Crawford (My EgoPat)

Azalea Crawford (My Nerdy Nummies Ego)

K.O./Kaiser Oasis (My CrankEgo)

Garret Wyre (My Mick Lauer Ego)

Parker Thenope (My Nathan Sharp/NWTB Ego)

Val Ocitie (My Lio Tipton Ego)

Two-Toes Johnny/Johnathan Shine (My Muyskerm Ego)

Phoenix Rhong (My Safiya Nygaard Ego)

Miles C. Peyote and Howie Thetaxi (My Dawko and 8-BitRyan Egos)

Jay Aienyouess (My Thomas Sanders Ego)

The Newcomer

R.D. (My StephEgo)

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Cruz Freitas (A LixianEgo that I made as a gift for @sammys-magical-au ; one of my Semi-Cultist characters)

Sol Magee (An Ash Ego; specifically one of my Semi-Cultists)

LeviathanPat (another EgoPat of mine)

Sylphanie/Sylph (another StephEgo of mine)

Moses Norbert and ColosSeptic (An CrankEgo and SepticEgo; respectively one of my Semi-Cultists and Abomination-Ego)

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From Candygram to Requiem (Noah Walker and the Paranormal Investigators from Random Encounter’s Phasmophobia The Musical)

What’s a Detective Without a Case? (Noir!Engineer Mark, Noir!Mack, Noir!Captain)

Nobody Likes Rude Clients (Patty, Delux/Porniplier)

Caught Between a Monstrosity and An Abomination  (EldritchPlier, LeviathanPat, The Reader)

Just Another Night at Sparky’s (Ness, Jack, Mason)

When a Tomb Becomes a Womb (Part 1: Rings) (The Creature/Callum, Lisa Swallows)

When a Tomb Becomes a Womb (Part 2: Honeymoon) (The Creature/Callum, Lisa Swallows)

There Are Some Cons to Being an Archeologist... (Penn/Pennsylvania James, Illinois, LeviathanPat)

A Couple Nights Later. . . (Penn/Pennsylvania James, Illinois, Caliban, Azalea, Murdock)

It Might as Well Happen! Life is Already So (Old) God(s)damn Weird! (Cruz, EldritchPlier, Penn/Pennsylvania James, Illinois, Sam Ryder)

Talking in Your Sleep (Sam Ryder, LeviathanPat, Sylphanie/Sylph, Sol Magee)

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S͂̋̕eͨ̓r͈ͣ̄ieͮs͔̃̓ Fi̹̅cs̋

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Terminal Case of the Ol' Switcheroo (a crack-crossover that @insane4fandoms and I are collaborating on, where I write snippets to attach to the comics they draw. Being in the wrong place at the wrong time, the FNAF Movie's own Ness was mistaken for MadPat and abducted by my EgoPat, Caliban. Now the two of them are working together in a race to track down Mad and catch him before he can harm the Schmidt family.)

Part 1 (Ness, Caliban, MadPat, Mike Schmidt)

Part 2 (Ness, Caliban, R.D., MadPat, Mike Schmidt)

Part 3 (Ness, Caliban, MadPat, Mike Schmidt)

Part 4 (Ness, Caliban, MadPat, Mike Schmidt, Jack/Cabbie!Cory, Abby Schmidt)

Epilogue (Ness, Jack/Cabbie!Cory, Mike Schmidt, Abby Schmidt, Caliban, MadPat, Murdock, The Newcomer)

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Abel Impulse (yet another crossover-collab between @insane4fandoms and I. You know the drill: they draw comics, I write snippets, shenanigans ensue. Their own CoryxKenshin fanego, Casey Clowes, finds himself between a rock and a hard place thanks to the delusions of one MadPat. Meanwhile, a few members of a certain mob decide to try and help in their own special ways...)

Part 1 (Azalea, Caliban, Phoenix, K.O., MadPat, Casey)

Part 2 (Casey, MadPat, Azalea, Caliban, K.O., Phoenix)

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My Goretober Ventures So Far. . .

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Gifts for a Bat (an ongoing saga of snippets based off of @that-bat’s awesome Resident Evil: Village AU, where the mutated personifications of Nate, Mark and Matt are Lords serving under Mother Miranda and Ethan Nestor/CrankGamePlays is playing the role of Ethan Winters.)

Part 1: A Spider-Human Monster and A Necromancer Walk Into a Bar… (Nate/Lord Ophio, Matt/Lord Loxosceles)

Part 2: Chaos, Compromises, and Meal-Prep (Ethan Nestor-Winters, Matt/Lord Loxosceles, Mark/Lord Isurus)

Part 3: A New Face In Town (Nate/Lord Ophio, Hunter/The Baron)

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The Sides of A Nightmare (short drabbles inspired by @fangirltothefullest’s amazing Sanders Sides Little Nightmares AU)

The Actor (Creativity “Roman” Sanders/Red, Character!Thomas Sanders)

The Professor (Logic “Logan” Sanders/Indigo, Creativity “Roman” Sanders/Red, Character!Thomas Sanders)

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My EgoPats Meeting the Canon EgoPats

My EgoPats Meeting the Canon EgoPats (Brought To You by Incorrect Quotes)

Incorrect Quotes: ISWM (Parts 1 and 2) Edition

Incorrect Quotes: ISWM Edition (The Second One)

How Mack Snapped and Became the Way He Is in Part Two

ISWM Meets Pokemon

Matt and Ro are Soul-Siblings, So…

Matt and Ro Are Soul-Siblings, So... (But It's Kinda Dark This Time)

Headcanons for Phantom and Monarch Being Allies(?) Since Nate and Amanda Are Friends

Characters and Headcanons and References, Oh My!

What’s This? Natemare is EVOLVING!

I’d Like To Adopt These Side-Characters, Please (And Also Make One Arbitrarily To Appease The Vibes)

RE8 AU Incorrect Quotes

How a Lot of My Followers Probably Reacted to My Hyperfixation on Caliban

RE8 AU Incorrect Quotes [Part 2]

A Fictional AI Argument That No-One Asked For

[wouldntyou-liketoknow]

So I've read a bit of your Pentas Family stuff but haven't had the chance to fully dive into yet but about Parker, has he ever have any romantic partner before or after joining the Pentas Family or decided that it had too high of a chance to potentially crash and burn due to well...crime family shenanigans being dangerous? If any of that makes any sense.

Also, how exactly did the Pentas Family with all of their unique individuals come to be? It's interesting.

For the first part of your question (don't worry, it makes sense): to be honest, I'm not really sure yet. I suppose Parker could gain a love interest if I get any ideas/inspiration for it in the future (for example: Caliban has R.D. as a love interest because they're respectively based off of MatPat and Stephanie), but that's not guaranteed. Though I'm pretty sure Parker didn't have a partner before he joined The Pentas Family.

I'm still developing Parker as a character; I'll still be doing so once I'm ready to start writing stories for him. I've just recently decided to start introducing the other fanego-mobsters in short succession. That way, readers can learn a few things about them and stay interested by the time those characters get some real stories.

(My original plan for The Pentas Family was to introduce each of its members one at a time; like, I'd only start writing for the next character in line once I had three or more stories done for the freshly-introduced character. But since writing always takes a lot of time, I've recently realized that plan would make things move way too slowly.)

And for the second part of your question: you'll see eventually. For now, all I'll say is that no two Pentas representatives joined the mob in the exact same way. . . 😈

[wouldntyou-liketoknow]

NEW CHARACTER ALERT! NEW CHARACTER ALERT! WHEE-WHOO, WHEE-WHOO, WHEE-WHOO!!!

The Pentas Family Encyclopedia

So, if you’ve been reading my more recent fics, then you’ve probably noticed how I can’t seem to shut up about [The Future Mob Project]. Although this project is going to take a very, very, VERY long time to actually complete, that’s not going to stop me from fleshing out its characters, environment, and lore piece-by-piece. I’ve already written a few stories for this, and plenty more stories are on the way. 

(Except for Murdock—and, to an extent, Two-Toes Johnny—every character/ego on this list is MY creation. If any art or other stories happen to be inspired by them, PLEASE make sure to tag/credit me as the creator. I haven’t been this motivated to write in a long time, and I put a lot of time, thought, and effort into my work. If you have questions about the characters or lore, feel free to send me an ask or a DM. I love talking about creative stuff!)

This mob has a lot of growing/developing to do, and I will ABSOLUTELY be making updates/reblogs to this post as new characters are introduced and new ideas are implemented. Please keep in mind that updates may be sporadic, because adult life is complicated and exhausting and I’m ScaredTM.

(Also: @sammys-magical-au​, I can’t thank you enough for all the help/advice you’ve given me with certain plot-points so far. You’re an amazing friend, and I’m so excited to brainstorm about upcoming characters/stories with you.)

Now, without further adieu, let’s get on with the infodumping…

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