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salty-an-disco · 7 days ago
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brain randomly went, "wooden puppet princess" and I had to immediately whip something up for it–
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Chapter 2: The Puppet
she'd be a branch off for when you successfully slay the princess, but instead of checking on her while within stabbing-distance, you're about to leave the basement, when you decide to turn around for one last check–
then, without even twitching or fully opening its eyes, the body springs up and attacks you before you can even react, leaving you with the impression that there's something beyond the princess that wants to hurt you.
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don't have much else beyond Vibes, and a vague personality for Puppet (imagine Spectre's playfulness and sass with Razor's idgaf attitude), but I do have this very clear vision of a Chapter 2 conclusion:
You realize, somehow, there's nothing but you in this cabin but you to be pulling the strings (have this clear image in my head of white strings coming down from those threads that are The Long Quiet; literally, 'Nothing' is controlling her), and decide to cut them off to let her either die or leave in peace.
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msfcatlover · 4 months ago
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The Dancer
Slay the Princess route where you insist there has to be a key, convince the Narrator to let you go back upstairs to retrieve the knife, and manage to escape the cabin to search outside of the window, where you find it half-buried in the garden. The Narrator tries everything to make you drop the key or give up the idea, every step back down into the basement is a different form of agony, before you finally drop to your knees at the Princess’s side (mid cardiac arrest) and unlock her cuff.
The Princess is delighted. She grabs her unshackled wrist with a brilliant smile, leaps to her feet and dances about the basement, revealing in her freedom. Then, suddenly, she realizes how bad off you are, and that joy melts away into panic as she tries to figure out a way to save you the same way you saved her.
She can’t, of course. You’re out of breath, wheezing, and can’t manage more than a single word before your heart finally gives out. Everything goes dark, and you die.
The Princess you meet in Chapter Two is a little bit ditzy, a bubbly attitude, and is already free. She has tiny fairy wings, thin antennae on either side of a crown of morning glories, ribbon-y ballet slippers (not proper pointe shoes, probably), and her dress is modeled after old-school ballerinas. You know, with the floofy bell skirts Edgar Degas so loved to paint.
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(And here’s some lovely fairy ballerinas in somewhat similar dresses)
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She’s protective & worried, and already out of her chains when you arrive. She cries out in joy when she hears you coming down the stairs and races over to meet you, giving the Narrator one hell of a fright. Because the last thing you saw was her staying in the cabin to try to save you, she prioritizes your health over her own freedom, fussing over you. Her cabin is much cozier, with a basement that actually looks like a livable room, right down to a little fire with a cook pot simmering underneath the window.
If you choose to stay & share a meal with her, you will eventually nod off beside the Dancer, her fingers gently brushing your feathers.
The Narrator says you don’t know how long you slept, and you will never know. Because you never wake up. You shirked your duties, and slept straight through the end of the world.
Any other route will inevitably lead to you two escaping together. Unless you kill her, in which case you get the Burned Grey.
(“This one is revelry, but she is also grieving. She never thought anyone would care enough to help, but you sacrificed everything for her. She will make for an effervescent heart. Do not mourn her, for she has found the love she longed for.)
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Chapter 3: The Dream The Dream’s skirt is longer, back to floor-length, but also formed of wispy layers of torn silk, making it look almost smokey. Her tiny butterfly antenna have become big, feathery moth-y ones, and her wings now drape down her back like a cape. Her eyes are solid black, but refract light enough to look more like large gems than holes in her face. When she smiles, her teeth are sharp.
She is syrupy sweet, just as caring as the Dancer, just as clingy as the Damsel. But there’s an edge to her now. Your last thought was, after all, likely wondering if she had tricked you, to try to trap you down here. She now cares more about holding you at her side than she cares about her freedom, and would happily keep you trapped in that basement with her for eternity if she thought it would keep you with her. Her innocence is more manipulative than genuine—she will not hesitate to whip out the tears or feign hurt in order to get her way, and her protective affection is now borderline smothering.
It’s easy to fall under the Dream’s sway, but like the Nightmare, she really just wants to mold you into what she wants most. It will take a good deal of trickery of your own to coax her out of the cabin, or else the Shifting Mound will take her around when she clasps chains on you, insisting it’s for the best & that you’ll thank her later.
(“This one is shelter & desperation. She knew only captivity and so sought it as a means to protect the only person who ever cared. Her vulnerability is real, but she coveted your company more than your health or happiness. She will make for a passionate heart. Do not mourn her, for she has found the love she longed for.)
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No original voices, I think. The Dancer & Dream strike me as Smitten & Paranoid routes, respectively. They are (probably obviously) basically alternate versions of the Damsel & Nightmare, after all.
And you know, I think it’d be interesting to see Paranoid deal with a Princess who just seems nice until things start to ramp up.
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phantasmatoucan · 16 days ago
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Hi guys thanks for your support on Angel Princess / The Empyrean + Voice of the Saint.... Here are some extra silly doodles I made when coming up with her specifically.
Some silly FACTS along with the silly doodles
She talks in riddles sometimes.
She never blinks, ever.... or maybe once or twice.
She glows. LIKE and I actually DO MEAN glows. Strikingly bright, its quite annoying actually.
She claims to be a protector but of what. You? Seriously?? DON'T TRUST IT... its a lie. Or maybe it isn't. I DON'T KNOW. (I think she's influencing me to type this...)
ANYWAYS. ENJOY. If you want to ask more questions about the Angel Route, PLEASE SEND IN AN ASK. Id love to answer it to the best of my ability.
LOVINGLY, MOD TOUCAN
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hello-universe-lovers · 25 days ago
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"Well, hello there! Fancy seein' y'all here!"
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My Cold debuts with a new Princess: the Belle, an Offshoot of the Damsel. The color ref is not height accurate so refer to my rough height estimate.
You know where the Spoiler rants are (this is a long one since I am introducing a new Princess)
The Belle:
- Spawned from a last ditch effort from the Narrator to keep the Damsel jailed. He locks the cabin door as the Player and Damsel were leaving, only letting out the Player, but not the Damsel. To bypass this, they decided to swap clothes, leaving the Princess in her current clothes and the Player in the Princess Dress. But she won't leave the Player trapped for very long. She decided to stay around the cabin, creating a farm around it, and waiting until the Player decides to leave.
- I went through many ideas for the name (Cowgirl, Rancher, Southerner(j), and so forth) before settling on the Belle from "Southern Belle"
- The Axe is from a melted down Pristine Blade. (Don't ask how that worked)
- the Crown on her hat is floppy. It's not real metal.
- She still has the traits of the Damsel (wanting to make you happy, speaking sweetly, etc...) but it has been tempered by hard work and a southern accent.
- I may or may not have based her color palette on a certain frequent stp reblogger...
- no one knows how or why she has a piece of her dress, when she gave it to the Player before leaving.
- No one knows how she was able to make a farm either.
- there are only poultry on her fields. But bountiful fruits and vegetables.
- doesn't necessarily like Cold (his mood is a Debby downer), but she likes having someone to talk to, even if they don't talk back.
Voice of the COLD:
- obviously he is my most simple design so far.
- I interpret his "clothes" are a result of being tired of daily routine. If he had his way, he'd wear nothing at all. But Hero would throw a hissy fit if he just walked around naked.
- His hands and feet are just like LQ's
- He has 2 eyes. There is nothing on the other side. Just the 2 eyes on 1 side.
- The Mug is from the Belle (he stole it)
- His hair is surprisingly silky for someone who's never seen taking a shower
- whatever liquid is in that mug, he is addicted to it.
- Yes, he has interrupted the Narrator with obnoxiously loud sipping.
- Doesn't like the Belle all that much (the mundane farm life bored him), but he still keeps stopping by, under the excuse of needing a refill. (He stays there for 3 hours, at least).
BONUS SLEEPING MOUND THOUGHTS:
(Explore) "What do you think of this vessel?"
"This one is loyal. She refused to leave you alone, but discovered joy and contentment, in waiting for you. She will make for an honest heart.
Do not mourn her, she has earned her rest."
((Cold you are so me coded it hurts me. Good thing Belle can balance you out!
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demaparbat-hp · 6 months ago
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Arsonist's Lullaby
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spiderbae2319 · 1 year ago
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We don’t talk about Leia killing Jabba enough. Her grandmother and father were born into slavery. Her blood was that of the desert sand and the shackles of bondage. Leia was never more a Skywalker than the day she strangled her slave master with the very chains he used to bind her. The daughter of Anakin Skywalker was the one who killed Tatooine’s most notorious slaver, and I find that really beautiful.
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milsae · 1 year ago
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butch princess peach (+daisy)
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firestia · 6 months ago
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Little pony princesses 💗
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sleepypeachii · 5 months ago
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the french women and the swans by louis icart (1940) 🦢
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shellshooked · 4 months ago
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to bury a goddess
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star-anise · 12 days ago
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I really wonder if trauma theorists who say things like "Humans are the only animal that will be in a fright state when physically safe" or "the rest of the animal kingdom doesn't get PTSD" have ever, like
Do you think they've actually ever met an animal?
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salty-an-disco · 5 days ago
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last doodles of the year ig. going to sleep till next year now
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blackkatdraws2 · 2 months ago
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[Toon x Mobster] Newbies hearing their big and scary boss calling somebody a "babygirl".
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Meet, Princess Elizabeth! Gavriel Huffman's cat.
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She's a little diva! Gavriel Huffman found her on the streets as a kitten. Initially, he didn't want to keep it, but he ended up caring for it since it was so small that it still needed to wean and there was no mother in sight.
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Here is peepaw Wallace Kingsman taking little missy for a walk. [She proceeded to flop on the floor and cry for the older man to pick her up and carry her back home.]
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cocopudu · 2 months ago
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my oldest pony oc, princess wannabe 💎🦄🌤️
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cavalierclavier · 3 months ago
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When I broke the cycle, I made sure that the tear was rough. You carry a part of what should be her, and she carries a part of what should be you.
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voice-o-fallacy · 5 months ago
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Heart, lungs, liver, nerves, heart, lungs, liver, nerves….
Time to combine two of my favorite games into one animation gif, at the cost of my poor neck…
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