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darkrosekit · 1 month ago
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princeanxious · 1 year ago
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Hi! I was wondering about your Lost Guardian au from ages ago, do you think you’ll ever plan on updating it and if not, could someone else take up the fic?
So heres the thing. If someone wants to write a fic *inspired* by The Lost Guardian, i’m not gonna stop them, and i’d probably feel super honored so long as the inspiration was correctly credited!
As for ‘taking up the fic,’ the short answer is no.
I have active drafts and the rest of the story already planned out to its finish, notes, even a branch-off fic set post-story that will likely go up on my nsfw blog if i ever get around to editing it. The Lost Guardian hasn’t been abandoned, it’s simply on hiatus. (And yes, i recognize 3 almost 4 years so far is a really fucking long hiatus. The Chapter 9 draft doc was made in december of 2020, and last edited in July 2022)
I started writing that fic whilst still in highschool, a time where I was 17 and didnt have to worry yet about getting my license or maintaining a part time job, i had an over abundance of freetime even partially to my detriment, the fandom was booming and I had plenty of feedback, and this fic was (and still *is*) a story im proud of.
But i’m 22 now, working a full time job to pay rent and account for a number of minor ‘disabilities’(best word i have for them atm) that I cant ignore or push to the side nor treat poorly, from the lasting effects on my body of stunted growth to celiac/glutent intolerance to adhere to that directly determines how easily my body functions for the week, to dealing with glasses i cannot afford to break and taking care of teeth i cannot afford to fix, taking care of my mental health and using the free time i have to do what brings me the most joy at that time.
The sanders sides fandom has heavily quieted down with the season finale hiatus and I’d like to think I did pretty well for going six long years dedicated solely to that without cracking under the silence, because *I knew* when I caved to something else it’d be a long while before I had the drive to come back with any sort of resolution to my active works. Thats just how my hyper fixations work. I cannot focus on multiple at once, it’s too much to process simultaneously and takes away my enjoyment bc I tend to watch/consume things repeatedly to catch every little detail i missed. And it doesn’t help when one loses steam because their content barely breaks 100 notes(80% of which are likes, 15% are reblogs with the occasional comment, and 5% are self-reblogs) when back in the height of it all, a few thousand notes was pretty average interaction. This blog still has about 11.5k followers, almost all of which came from the height of the fandom period. So for now i’ve moved onto the FNAF DCA fandom, bc it is fresh and new to me.
I know you didn’t mean to poke the bear here, I get it, but like.. C’mon. Any other fic of mine likely wouldn’t have gotten the same reaction in full but, still. I’ve had to answer this question a handful of times over the years at the point, which might be why this response feels so charged, and i’m sorry.
I don’t mean to come off as snippy or rude, but it *is* kind of invasive to offer to finish one’s creative work when it’s taking too long and theres very little payback for it. I’ve got adhd, delayed satisfaction isn’t a thing I experience. Just guilt that it wasn’t finished in a way for me to post it in time before I broke and lost all motivation to share it.
In my head, TLG has been long finished and held the ending for years, theres just been no energy to put in the effort of finish writing it for others to read. I’m still trying to get my life together to change that, don’t get me wrong, but the American economy is literally in shambles so who knows how or even if i’ll manage that. Call me selfish for being content with only mentally having my creative story’s ending and a collection of rambles and notes to show for it, but at the end of the day, it’s still my story, and i dont feel comfortable with people trying to ‘take up the mantle’ to finish it, when they don’t know how it ends.
I’m glad you like it enough to want to, though, I really *really* am. I’m just sorry I haven’t been able to finish it for you all. And i just don’t know when that will be, I just know that I *want* to do so, however long it takes.
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tangledinink · 2 years ago
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We’ve seen a Leo visit and a Mikey visit; can we see a Raph visit?
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They bring him stuff all the time! When he's able to, he'll request certain things or tools from them or ask them to do research to him. Which can sometimes be, like... a lot. But honestly, none of his brothers even mind, because it's times like these when he's acting the most like himself and has the most clarity. Which is so much better than when he's confused and upset and doesn't understand what's going on...
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kiruamon · 5 months ago
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Don't wake me up AU - Sketch dump
Like promised a bunch of sketches for this au. Aaaaalso you can find some side notes between the pics. If you want to know more about this au check out the introduction post if you like. I use dwmu au as a tag for this au if that helps anyone to find it easier.
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Taking a stroll with Sun in a whimsical dream full of stars.
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The rings on Moon's cap give of a soft glow just like his little lamp.
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Uh... well... a lot of eyes... I was thinking that maybe this could be like a gimmick that comes into play when Moon gets very upset.
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Oh-oh. Your mood is making the dream realm shift and it's affecting Sun. (Slowly transitioning into Moon.)
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Not in a good place at all. Lashing out at Sun but also feeling sorry for it afterwards.
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If your whole world revolved around colors and shapes. How devastating it must feel if that's taken from you?
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Not so great first meeting with Moon. And you totally misinterpreting the situation. Oops.
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Getting some comfort from your grumpy but soft boyfriend dream guardian.
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He does have a pretty smile when he shows it.
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Back in reality there is someone there for you too.
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Touching Eclipse's face for the first time with his consent. The rays feeling so familiar to someone you know... Also the bells on his cap and wrists are not only letting you know where he is but also that he is there which feels comforting in itself.
As scary as things might seem with these three at your side you will be alright.;)
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seinnens · 1 year ago
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Roleswap!AU where Lost Kin takes up the task of defeating The Radiance instead of The Knight, who never managed to make it out of the Abyss...
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baylardian-1 · 1 year ago
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some doodles of Neelix/Guardian inspied from @elephant-in-the-pride-parade's fic Lost and Found. :)
he's a hologram version of their brother who died on the planet they were born on lol (via soft canon lore acquired from the short story On the Rocks)
id wanted to do a crumb of an age progression for the lizards' body shape since the triplets are around 3 in the fic i think.
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anotherrosesthatfell · 1 year ago
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itsamenickname · 2 years ago
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Okay, so if you recall in The Super Mario Bros. Super Show!, there's this one specific episode called, "Do You Princess Toadstool Take this Koopa...?" where Bowser's mom makes an appearance so that she could see her son marry Peach (and eat the wedding cake afterwards).
Which got me to think about this one interesting question:
If we're assuming that Bowser's mom is canonically alive in the Mario universe, do you think that Bowser's mom would be supportive of her son's relationship with his arch-enemy's brother or do you think she would do everything in her power to try to convince Bowser to dump Luigi and go after Peach instead (assuming that Bowser would be the one to tell her that he's dating Luigi)?
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brown-little-robin · 7 months ago
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story time!
What Happened to Dimple
In late summer, Ritsu got very ill. He couldn't keep any food down and he was too weak to walk. Their limited food supplies were running out in the middle of nowhere, and Dimple was the only functional person in the group. Ritsu was out of it, and obviously Mob, a zombie with no goals except "eat whatever is in front of me" and "hang around with little brother", was little help on the finding-new-food front.
So Dimple had to find some way to keep Ritsu alive.
Before starvation set in, Dimple decided to intervene. It played out okay at first. He tied Ritsu to a tree (tied ropes around his torso, knotted them behind the tree trunk so Ritsu couldn't reach) and took Shigeo with him to go acquire some food from whoever passed by on the road they're traveling on first.
(he took Shigeo because he couldn't leave him with no able-bodied guardian—better to be safe than sorry, especially because. y'know. they're on the edge of starvation, and Shigeo is a zombie. but obviously Ritsu, dehydrated and dizzy, interpreted this as "Dimple Might Be Finally Stealing My Brother" despite Dimple trying to explain.)
(Ritsu didn't really protest, though. he was too weak to do much and also he didn't want to get eaten. he just let it happen. he hoped Dimple would come back. he hoped he was just being paranoid.)
the first food source they ran into, unfortunately, was a group of humans traveling with a cart. Dimple didn't really have qualms about stealing, but he tried asking peacefully first, using his "power over the zombie" (e.g. he convinced Shigeo to take a few steps back and Shigeo obliges him) to demonstrate that they could be a major threat. (he was bluffing, of course. Shigeo wasn't being "held back" by Dimple, he's just vibing.) and he was given food! food and water and even toilet paper and a blanket!
so then Dimple returned to their camp with Mob and the supplies, but the people they stole from were a trap—a convoy that deliberately draws people in so they can gauge parties' strength before stealing from them in return. Dimple and the Kageyama brothers got attacked by one (1) guy with a gun, because that's about all the firepower the convoy thought they needed to risk on this little group.
Dimple could've just given up the supplies and tried again. But the thing was, Ritsu didn't really have enough strength in him for that.
If Ritsu didn't get food and water and rest here, he really might have died. Also, they'd have to give up their ammo, which was what they were planning to trade for food in the next settlement they come to.
Dimple looked around. He looked at Shigeo, a half-baked plan to get Shigeo to Do Something forming, and saw him kneeling by Ritsu, eyes half-lidded, looking unresponsive. but Dimple knew Shigeo's body language by then, and he saw how his shoulders were subtly hunched over toward Ritsu, and instantly Dimple knew that the kid's patience had run out. going away from Ritsu with Dimple had been a big concession and now Shigeo was done.
So. Dimple took the supplies and lured the guy with the gun a little way away from the boys, and then he just straight-up attacked the guy. not with a gun, because he was forced to leave the guns in the camp with Ritsu.
Dimple dropped the supplies and made a move. He got shot, and it was Loud. but it just grazed his shoulder, so he managed to drag the guy away from the supplies. Dimple's goal was to prevent the boys from seeing any more death, and he succeeded.
Ritsu, meanwhile, heard that gunshot.
He'd been sleeping most of the time Dimple was away. He was a little more alert by the time Dimple got back, although still physically wiped. He heard that gunshot and froze. And then, doing rapid calculations and realizing that he was danger if Dimple was dead, he started fighting the ropes. He had to get away he had to get Shigeo away he had to RUN.
He fought the ropes silently at first, and then, slowly, his brain progressed from the logical "if Dimple is dead we're in trouble because that man knows our location" to "Dimple is dead, Dimple is dead". he started making a horrible cry as he tried to get free. He wasn't crying, exactly, didn't let himself relax that much, he was just making this kind of frustrated, despairing wail sound.
Shigeo had been watching Ritsu thrash and wriggle in increasing certainty that something was happening, but he didn't know if it was good or bad. The sound, though, the sound was bad. So he tried to help.
He helped by just pulling on the ropes, first, which broke Ritsu's ribs.
but he stopped when Ritsu made a pain sound and, for one of the first times Ritsu has seen him do this as a zombie, did something related to tool use. he went to the supplies and brought Ritsu a knife.
so the Kageyama brothers survived! yay!
#my zombie au#Dimple killed the guy. and dragged the body away from the site of the killing. he meant to get rid of the body#but what Dimple didn't realize was that the stress of the wound destroyed the balance his body had struck with the disease#so then he kind of speedran the 'becoming a zombie' process again without realizing it was happening to him#as he walked with the corpse he started getting more and more tired and single-minded (have... to... get... further... away...)#and he didn't notice he was experiencing anything more than blood loss#until the disease had taken his mind again#and he was just walking and walking and w....#also. hng. imagine Ritsu's perspective after the fact#from Ritsu's perspective#he'd doubted Dimple's intentions and partly resigned himself to being left to die. he was just hoping Dimple would return#and then Dimple came back with food and everything was going to be all right#and then Dimple went and got himself killed for them.#and no wonder Ritsu doesn't talk about it with Shigeo!!! this is Guilt Boy remember!!!!#the bandit convoy actually took Ritsu and Shigeo in for a little bit after that. they felt bad for them. for (they suspected)#getting their guardian killed. and they knew that Mob was very gentle. they saw it first-hand from Dimple earlier after all#they saw no issue with allowing this kid and his zombie brother to rest up with them for a while. not like the zombie was likely to—#—to survive long anyway—let alone hurt anyone. not as long as they kept him fed while his feverish brother was recovering#and they were really just a bunch of lost young adults trying to gather enough supplies to buy their way into a community#but once Ritsu's ribs were healed enough to move on#he snuck himself and Shigeo out in the middle of the night.#Ritsu got a lot of information from that convoy#including the rumor that (of all places) one of the splinters of his hometown (Seasoning City) had a cure
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moonlight-dragon · 2 years ago
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𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐳𝐞𝐥 𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑
𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟒: 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫
A soft light rising above the level meadow, behind the bed. He takes her in his arms. He wants to say I love you, nothing can hurt you but he thinks this is a lie, so he says in the end you’re dead, nothing can hurt you which seems to him a more promising beginning, more true
𝐀 𝐌𝐲𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐆𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤
Landscape orientation *:・゚✧
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+ the before-any-coloring, or as I like to call it, one the lost Jackunzel concept art(s) *:・゚✧
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brooklynislandgirl · 24 days ago
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@tangleweave {{xx}} The cold darkness between the seeds of a million suns hold a million terrors and those things of flesh and blood are the least amongst them. There is a certain song in that void that echoes a sour note deep within her belly, where her mana is the strongest, nourished by love that she bears outward for all things. It swirls with a destructive sickness. A madness that reeks of the Wyrm but is darker, more destructive. She cannot fathom of a name for it. She doesn't need to, not at the moment, not when they have a skin like Skuttlebutt to protect them as they glide through the permanent night. Within the ship there are many and varied lights; some glow softly with the ship's energy, Her electric blood and Her own song. Skutt is undoubtedly a Her, and She loves Bill. She was, if Beth understands correctly, to be a home, a companion, a help. There are times that Beth fears a kind of jealousy exists between them that could be detrimental to Bill but if it is there, it is truly hidden from her best efforts to see. Other lights come in small moments; Bill sharing various foods from various worlds, especially when Beth slowly began to explain her own culture. The glow of his eyes in the dim interior confines that remind her of nothing so much as her beloved lighthouse, or the fabled beacons of Gondor. She still remembers the odd little look that crossed over his features when she murmured sleepily that he was her phial of Earendil. Some lights are not so easy to see, especially when its the stones-in-a-river tone of his voice as she nestles against his chest as he recounts her the stories of his people and his world, bittersweet despite how he carries hope within him. Times like that, he becomes the mysterious Kal-El. The brightest one now is the velveteen nuzzle against her neck. He might not have lips as humans think of them but the caress is so ephemeral that she cannot think of it as any but the softest sort of kiss. One that draws the rush of blood from her pulse to beat against it. Her head cants to the side to accommodate him and to provide wordless encouragement. All these things provide a bulwark against the dark. And here, on this sun-dappled world, that has never known depredation or the spoiling rot that is mankind, Beth can believe that Gaia still sees her even so far away, that this is what makes the fight back home worth any sacrifice. Not just the beauty of the wilderness but the freedom that comes with it. Beth recognises a blessing when she sees one. She doesn't really mean this world whose name is yet hidden from her.
No chill settles in the pit of her belly when he takes a moment to contend with what it is exactly that she asks. Bill is entirely too noble to withdraw from her in horror. If his heart does not beat in the same space as hers, he will find a gentle way to withdraw from the situation but he would continue his quest to find a way to return her to her home. And she doesn't try to tip the scales in her favour, using subtle touch and even more surreptitious alterations of his pattern to incline him toward desire. She tucks the thought away in the back of her mind. Something to experiment with should he decide he's amenable to her request, and if he desires her in the future. Would she be more appealing to him if she were to wear the body of a woman in his culture? Would he wish her to draw her most amorous threads over him to enhance pleasure and need? Perhaps. But that, and she shivers a little at how readily the idiom writes itself in her mind, is putting the cart before the varenach. She half expects him to call upon his relic. That one imbued with the magick of Asgard that was gifted to him by the All-Father. This is one of her favourite stories. It has little to do with the Thunderer's comeuppance but more because it shows just how dogged Bill is in pursing what he believes is right, and causes a god-king to bow to him. If he asked her, Beth would be truthful. She sees him as the champion and the young man in his original guise. She would still appreciate and adore him if he were to wear any other skin or size or face. Such things matter little, though this one that he wears will always be the one she sees when she dreams. It is not the surface of him that has sparked all of her desire, the will to ask him to lay with her.
She leans into the hand slowly brought down to her face then turns enough that her own lips trail along his jaw. Her lids lower until they half-shade her gaze. The little brittle words that threaten to choke the life out of her when she thinks to say them seem to flow from him the way a stream meanders along the curves of its banks. It whispers through his breath balmy on her skin the way the breeze flutters through the branches of nearby trees and tickles the leaves.
His voice pours golden down through skin and muscle. Affixes itself to her bones and then seeps outward. She feels the answering desire rise up in response. An entire world history has made love songs from the words he speaks. The All-Tongue works its own mana and gifts her each and every syllable without effort and for this she is grateful. She curls her fingers toward her palm and drags the backs of her slim knuckles along the side of his thick neck. She trails along the corded tendons down to his shoulder where they unfurl and settle as if taking up a perch for a dance. Her body arches upward pressing her chest into his and providing a beautiful but perhaps not fully natural arch of her spine. Nails graze the curve of his hip. The uppermost portion of his broad back. There is no pain in this nor in the sudden sharp exhalation that escapes her throat.
Neither is it fully a surprise as such though perhaps it is close-enough kin. Beth knows well the comforts of cuddling up with each of her siblings, with her cabal mates. The reassurance and solace, the very power of trust and love and touch. She finds that in his embrace but it's different now. Gone is the familial succour that she's used to and is replaced by echoing current of voltaic joy in her blood. Followed by a ripple as she feels her body try to grow ever closer to his.
She buries her face into his shoulder as it is the easiest part of him to reach in this sort of embrace. In her belief that all things between them being fair, the kiss widens to permit her own tongue to slide out from between her teeth and she traces fanciful if aimless designs along his coppery skin.
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darkrosekit · 2 months ago
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The Lost Guardian Lore
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Update: “Hunter” is no longer considered an mobian, due from being killed and revived throughout his life, especially amount of times his trauma keeps adding into his piles, slowly drifting into pure insanity, he sure does have friends and a family, but it wasn’t enough for him no matter how many times his friends tried to save him, trying to get “Knuckles” back once he was, but it only prevails no matter how hard the heroes try, “Hunter” could never be the same again, or be rehabilitated even therapy doesn’t save him, “Hunter” has gone through even more torture and pain, especially being upgraded and experimented on, with robotic parts just a little, at this point there’s no saving Hunter from his enteral hell of misery, and being used and manipulated numerous times, and history repeats itself, eventually “Hunter” is starting to embrace it what he is, a (**Monster**, **Man Eating beast**, **A Demon**) “Hunter” has given up completely ever going back to normal, “Starved” made sure that’s whatever he has done to knuckles, he could never turn back, so “Hunter” would be even more aggressive and dangerous then he ever could be, no matter how much“Hunter” wants happiness, he’ll never receive it, after all no one wants to be friends with a **Monster**.
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**Hunter’s Lost Control**: Whenever he loses control of himself, he’s gonna black out, let his instincts take over, and start a bloodshed massacre throughout the forest, killing and devouring anything he could lay his eyes on, while enjoying what he has done, doesn’t even feel shame or guilt, “Hunter” has finally **accepted** his fate as an true **apex predator** throughout mobius, starved has finally succeeded, “Hunter” is most prized possession for starved, his greatest creation and achievement, hell “Hunter” doesn’t even act like “Knuckles” whatsoever, i suppose the beloved master emerald guardian everyone once loved as a hero, has finally disappeared, there’s no signs of him ever returning, “Hunter” is also half mindless, yet somehow “Hunter” still has little bit of humanity within him, just challenging to reach for it, not only that whenever he’s in this mindless state, he’ll act crazed and deranged.
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What’s more messed up is, “Knuckles” was only **13** years of age, when he first been captured, been molded, altered, through starved’s vision, “Knuckles” didn’t grow up properly, he was molded into adult’s body, with a mindset of a child, everything that’s happened to him, was forced upon him. **The Experimentation**: Knuckles statues, underworks of creating an perfect weapon, code name: Hunter, “Knuckles” has been kept under surveillance for over a year, conducting experiments, research, studying on few wild life of nature, **Father nature**: most cruelest thing ever to exist, “**The Doctor**” had his henchman captured types of predators to apex predators, of the nature and its ecosystem, occasionally getting DNAS of dangerous animals, **Ground,** **Sky,** **Oceans,** **Blood,** **Senses** **Great senses of hearing,** **And lastly it’s abilities,** doesn’t matter what wild animal is it, as long it has their qualities, “**Starved**” always has his medical tools and surgery knowledge, “Knuckles” had his limbs removed, molding them something more of an adult, had his eyes, stomach, occasionally bones, replaced with something much more durable and stronger, “Knuckles” had his arms, legs, stomach cut open and snitched back together, **Starved** also had to cut his veins and muscles, to perfect it into his vision, when that’s done, he snitched them back together, “Knuckles’s” stomach has been replaced with hyena’s digestive system, so he wouldn’t ever get sick or diseases when consuming raw flesh and bones, especially the organs, Eyes has been replaced of a wolf, including great senses of smell, strength of a grizzly bear.
Serums And Mixers: All the serums are made each differently, it can cause bad sides effects when consumed, “Knuckles” had to drank and syringes placed upon him, against his will, especially amount of **vials,** **Test tubes,** **Beaker,** and lastly **Flask** been used with various of DNAS, unknown mixers, and substances, sometimes drugs being used.
**Daily Routine**: “Knuckles” has to gone all throughly being cut open torn apart, forced to drink unknown substances and mixers, a lot of blood work and tests, even being electrocuted, snitched, sometimes going through starvation experiments, so the instincts and primitive urges could be activated, throughout his DNA and blood stream into his brain.
The experiments would continue to conduct, and continuously being manipulated by those who wants to use him as a tool, “Hunter” doesn’t even know what the hell is his purpose nor know how to live just like anyone else, all he can do is continue traveling to other universes, waiting for something to happen, doesn’t even have a place to stay, “Hunter” mostly acts like an actual wild rabid animal, he cannot eat anything, other then meat, flesh, blood, and bones, starved made sure “Hunter” would get sick or painful starvation if he ever decides to eat normally just like everyone else, his instincts is even more deadly mainly he relays and lets his instincts guide him, throughout his whole life, at this rate living is just never ending torture for him, whenever he dies and goes to hell, that’s his only salvation, Paradise lastly freedom, meaning “Hunter” can do anything what he wants and how this is beneficial for him considering he’s a masochist, finds a thrill of continuing being punished so harshly.
**Hunter’s Personality**: Stoic, straight forward type, can be extremely brutally honest, apathetic, a total jerk and a ||dick||, he would be extremely rude and insulting for those he isn’t familiar with, takes a lot of time and patience for “Hunter” to open up for anyone.
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watcher-servant · 1 year ago
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Counter guardian ARC final classification.
Due to rethinking this, I decided to change his servant class. This time, I just put it down to 3 choices. Now, if you're wondering why I didn't put the regular knight and cavlary classes, it is due to him not fitting entirely in them. Also, i put a video to give a quick summary of the pretender.
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megatraven · 8 months ago
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jumanji astoria au
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vocalovely · 2 years ago
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WOULD YOU BE DOWN FOR A RWBY CROSSOVER AU WITH VOCALOID IN IT
I'M NOT SUPER INTO CROSSOVERS BUT IF I WAS I WOULD LOVE IT /genuine
Unless it's crossover art but it's just not the AU trope for me ^v^ people make some really cool stuff with it tho
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baylardian-1 · 1 year ago
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if youre a threshold au fic subscriber the most recent fic has a new lizard boy in it :)
if you are not, long story short there is a fabled semi-canon fourth Threshold baby in “On the Rocks” that got killed (while they were all still on the planet as lizards) before kathryn could save him lol!!!!!!! 😭 his name was “Neelix” i pictured him as being kinda banana core. hes The Dumb One. he likes to have fun and eat food. from what little description i have to go off of, hes a bit of a trailblazer like amelia, very big brother core. him and amelia were close.
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