#Soul Dichromatism

[reginrokkr]

Onyx heavens augur tempests of sins only to be washed away should one bend to unjust and divine Heavenly Principles. Iron scent accompanies crimson deluge, the celestial law warns of promises of death if anyone dares trespass the limits betwixt humane and divine unprompted. Before this fallen heavenly envoy lies the end a beginning of a life branded as sinful since the commencement of its very existence. Nigh deaf ears ring with spiritual cries of struggling Ley Lines to reject that which threatens to permeate the earth of this star with its malady.

A new set of voices chant in the back of the seraph's head: a requiem for the fallen by the hands of the gods, a hymn to let this land rot as the destroyed kingdom did and a siren's call to end that life with his bare hands. Temptation for vengeance is high, alas regret and fervent wish to not see one more human soul witness this Calamity on repeat once more are even higher.

Nonetheless, here stands Dáinsleif as others mourn the loss of a goddess, unable to move nor to speak. Tempestuous astrals fixed on Sumeru's Grand Conservator holding the tiny new life in his strong arms before sapphire and dichromatic emerald-scarlets meet fleetingly. All sentiments this luminary may harbor for that man numbed and buried underneath millions of other emotions born from the befallen catastrophe in the reign of Khaenri'ah, still too recent even if it's been years since the incident.

「You whom barely hesitated to jump to the assistance of others in time of dire necessity, what makes you so paralyzed now that the event is essentially the same? Is it the sight of a fallen god and birth of a new one in this new samsara? Do you still hold at heart the wishes of the masses you hoped to change their minds from even after you slew countless of them en route to the Land of Wisdom?」

@samyavastha ✦

[tangledfate]

@diresang asked: ❛ fine, keep acting like you hate me. ❜ (from overlord husk @ angel 🖤)

“You can’t just walk away from me! You have to talk to me!” Angel swept down the hall, long legs carrying him from their shared room to the elevator that led down to the main floor of the casino. Dressed in a contrast of his usual a-line gown with a slit to his hip and the sheer flowing pink of his dressing gown; he turned in a twirl of skirts to frown at the man chasing after him.

“No, I don’t HUSKER” Manicured finger pressing the call button for the elevator to underscore his irritation–as if using Husk’s name wasn’t enough to do that. Not Daddy or Husky or Kitty or Whiskers–Husker. He should be counting his lucky stars that Angel hadn’t called him by his given name–Viktor.

{ Fine! Keep acting like you hate me! }

“What do you want from me?!” Angel snapped.

"You don't want me, you don't want to be here, you don't get to have me chasing your coat tails when you are ALL I have EVER wanted!”

Husk’s fingers clutched the string of pearls in his hand–the pearls he’d bought Angel ages ago–so tightly they trembled. They’d been left in his lap when Angel had left the room–and he’d been up and after him with a desperation he can’t remember feeling before the spider had swept into his life and stole his heart.

“When did I say I didn’t want you?! Alastor has YOUR SOUL, how am I supposed to enjoy being with you when you–” Angel cut him off as the elevator door opened.

"YOU are the reason we are in this situation, YOU don't get to dictate how I HAVE TO FIX IT!" He snapped, stepping into the elevator with the full intent of leaving Husk there.

It occurs to the former overlord that this was the first time since returning to The Amber Lion that he has faced–not Anthony, his lover; but–Angel, the madame of the casino. The wall he’d put between them since Angel had sold the soul they’d fought to regain from Valentino to Alastor–all to save HIM.

HIM, after he’d gambled away his soul and vanished for MONTHS. Angel had not only stepped up to run the casino in his stead–banding together with the rest of the staff as a makeshift family to keep them all afloat–but had then offered his own soul in exchange for Husks. And here he was taking out his frustration at the situation on him. Angel was right, this was HIS fault.

Hand finding the elevator doors as they started to close, he stepped in after him, door closing to confine them into the space. No more running. Angel hunched his shoulders, refusing to look at Husk, both sets of arms crossed defensively until Husk spoke.

“Of course I want you Angel, that’s why I’m so fucking pissed off! You’re always just out of my reach because of some stupid contract and just when I thought I had you, it went to shit.”

Free hand reaching for one of Angels, his thumbs traced his knuckles as he stared up at him, exhausted and pleading.

“You don’t get how much this is all eating me up. I'm trying to handle this. I'm trying to fix it. You don’t have to do anything; I just fucking need you here.” Dichromatic magenta eyes finally slid to him as Angel looked him over–saw through him–looking for SOMETHING. Some tell that this was a lie, that as soon as they go back up to their room he’s going to push him away again.

There’s nothing, and though he’s not quite ready to kiss and make up, he is satisfied. But the elevator is already on it’s way downstairs, so he sighs, his frame softening.

“Fine. We’re going to go downstairs, we’re going to get drinks and talk about this–” Husk kissed his knuckles.

“That’s all I want, Anthony.” Angel took his hand back.

“–and THEN, we’re going to go upstairs and you’re going to dress me in pearls.” A sharp toothed, impish smile crossing those pretty features as he added–

“And I don’t mean the ones in your hand.” Yet he still held out his hand for them.

[thedawnwalker]

Kitsu

A boy born with the spirit of the fox. A spirit of mischief and trickery but it also holds wisdom and cleverness. The fox started to manifest itself when a life changing event happened. He was battered down so much but he rose above and since then a tail and two fox like ears was born. As of now he has nine tails. When the fox inside him wants to fight and he lets the fox possess his body, his eyes become golden and slit revealing the fox's true eyes and his aura is golden as well. When both of them agree to fight together, his eyes become silver and slit. Due to his high spiritual energy he is capable of doing magic. He learned spells that are capable of binding and when he uses them the color of his eyes become silver.

Fox Abilities

Illusion

He is able to change his appearance through an illusionary human face mask that he casts upon himself. This lets him become literally everyone even their voice. He can also change his appearance into a fox using a fox mask. A gray fox with the ice blue color for his eyes. He can also hide himself by casting an illusion on the area to make him seem invisible. He can also change the appearance of other beings, objects, and himself or just simply switch his appearance with others. The illusion's power is also able to manifest images of himself that one cannot determine whether he is the one or not. Its as if one cannot touch him and he can also switch objects, magic, and people of their positions. A more focused power is that he gains the ability of those that he transformed into.

Tail

He manifests tail as a sign of having a life changing event that triggers it to grow. He can have up to nine only. Each tail contains vast amounts of spiritual energy which he can use. Once reached nine, he can transform into a divine fox that which has almost an unlimited source of spiritual energy. The divine fox's ability is capable of bending reality and unleashing devastating amounts of energy against its opponents. The fox has dichromatic eyes due to Calcifer's soul, the left eye has the golden glint of the fox and the right has silver slit eyes while its fur is white.

These tails can defend against any attack unless if it is a blade that has a concentrated amount spiritual properties. They react depending on the situation because they are connected with the users instincts.

They can also be used offensively as they can slash or pierce through almost anything. Even magic but spiritual energy can be proved difficult.

Spiritual energy

He can use spiritual energy for flight, spirit bolts, unbounded blasts that knocks away enemies, can contain the wind with his energy and blast them like blades, and of course barriers. There is also fox fire that can burn away magical or spiritual energy. He can also take magic away from a being or object and render it to become normal and make himself stronger.

Bewitchment

An ability in which any word that you say onto any living being becomes bewitched and they will do whatever it is your bidding. It is said that the higher your emotional output is the greater the range. Bewitchment does not only reach the mind but also the target's soul, meaning that even if the target is unconscious, they will reawaken and still do your command. He may also possess other people with his own conscious mind and during this the fox in him controls the body to keep it safe.

Absorption

This type of magic either absorbs the target's life force or magic. This completely reduces the magic until their is nothing left.

Magic

Sealing

He learned spells that at first was able to seal the fox inside but he learned that the fox is only looking out for itself and himself and has made an agreement that they will help together. Now he is able to use this magic to be able to seal enemy's movements and their magic and abilities by either using shadow magic or his newly learned spell which is spider web. The shadow magic is also able to link the targets shadow's on other objects or people as well.

[argentdandelion]

Completely Accurate Undertale Fanwork Summaries

Fanfictions

Soul Dichromatism: A prince who looks like a goat has the hots for a species-swapped prisoner of war, and his buddies discuss ethics and are sad. (?)

A goatlike magical being has the hots for a transformed captive human that resembles his long-dead adoptive sibling, and he wonders whether he has some weird human-attraction problem. There’s also a bloody decades-long war in which the equivalent of long-range missiles are used on civilians.

You Monster:

People must repeatedly avoid calling an amnesiac person a human in front of said person.

A lost child insecure about not having fur and horns seeks out their mother’s ex-husband. Their new friends keep distracting them from finding this beloved pushover of an ex-husband.

We Need To Talk:

A talking flower and talking skeleton are improvised therapists for a very androgynous child, who is sort of two children but also not.

Comics:

The Anomaly:

Seven really old people must deal with a flirtatious twentysomething with the godlike ability to rewind time.

A flirtatious twentysomething frees countless weird-looking people from many years of imprisonment and is unknowingly a thorn in the side of seven really old people, who are also recluses and roommates.

Handplates: A single, male scientist in a labcoat with a basement lab singlehandedly creates children through artificial means, whose exceptional traits surprise him, but it’s practically the opposite of The Powerpuff Girls.

Broken-Knife-Frisk: A tale of enemies turned friends as a skeleton transports a mass murderer to court.

Entity Neo: A timid ghost possesses his cousin’s mechanical corpse and gets sad.

Caretaker of the Ruins: An androgynous child learns the lesson of stranger danger the hard way, and then gets an even stranger stranger to delay child murder.

Inverted Fate: A technically undead flower turns back into a goatlike boy, then into a god, then torments a child and rewrites reality with zero experience. Their latest victim finds the new reality oddly familiar.

A technically undead flower turns into a terrifying god, rewrites reality, and then inadvertently gives some powerful people new jobs.

Fallen Flowers:A kid turns into another kind of kid, but with head-flowers, and must face a magic-zombie dystopia.

DeeperDown: Some weird-looking people leave their homes, face xenophobia, and experience environmentally-based declines in health.

Cost of Living: A kid tries to stop a horrible war but gets stuck in the past, where they’re almost constantly under watch by two skeletons and a lizard.

The Six Who Fell Before You:

Six kids die. The fun part is learning how.

A mother has a terrible track record: only one out the nine kids she took care of survive leaving her house and geographic area.

[blackrazorbill]

[eruto]

Monster Frisk napping in the evening sun.

✧ From @blackrazorbill‘s Soul Dichromatism.

[calentius-blog]

I finally got an Archive of Our Own account so I can post this fan fic! As the summary suggests, it is based off of the world created by @blackrazorbill ‘s Soul Dichromatism. (You should read it, it’s great!) 

Updates to it will be made weekly (I hope) and will be posted on AO3. I will be linking each update on the Tumblr. Follow the link to read it!

[sigiltale-blog]

And so begins the a fusion of two AUs: SIGILTALE and Soul Dichromatism.

SIGILTALE is by @kinaru-sheinto, or myself.

Soul Dichromatism is by @blackrazorbill.

[ren44]

I wanted to do a fanfic story of Dichromatale, but I did this instead because:

1: I’m spanish and write a story in full inglish... hummmm... nope nope.

2: I still need to draw to improve.

the draw is a full body of the second expression from THIS

And Dichromatale/Soul Dichromatism is by @blackrazorbill

[nochocolate]

quick doodle of @blackrazorbill‘s monster frisk from soul dichromatism! one of my favourite monster frisk designs.

[broccoliboix5peepeeman]

Please consider...Izuku has a HUGE crush on Shouto, but is too 🐔💩 to actually do anything about. So he just stares hopelessly at Shouto, day in, and day out.

Mirio, as Izuku's "Official" Big Brother, teases Izuku about his crush on Shouto relentlessly (but kindly) and pesters him to talk to Shouto.

Eri (Izuku's "Official" Little Sister) watches all this with some confusion before quietly walking over to Shouto and asking him if he likes Izuku in the same way that Izuku likes Shouto.

Izuku's soul promptly leaves his body while Mirio falls to the ground laughing.

Shouto looks up at Izuku with a small and soft smile and answers, "Yes."

Omg I am considering, this is hilarious XD

'I don't get what the big idea is! You like him, he obviously likes you, just talk to the man.' Mirio's easy smile is amazing sometimes, but right now, Izuku wants to take Eri's highlighter and rub it all over his stupid face.

'Not everyone can confess to their best friend like it's the easiest thing in the world!' He says instead, waving his hands dramatically as a blush decorates his cheeks. 'T-Todoroki-kun and I are nothing like you and Amajiki-senpai! Also, be quiet, he's literally sitting over there!'

'I'm sorry? I can't hear you over all the excuses.' Mirio cups his ear, still grinning. 'Look, just go up to Todoroki and tell him you love him and want to kiss him and be boyfriends. What's the worst that could happen?'

'He could hate me forever for ruining our friendship.' Izuku turns back to the colouring book and presses down a little too hard with his pencil. He begins reciting a list of reasons why confessing is a bad idea, until realisation suddenly hits him. He turns his head to the empty seat next to him. 'Wait. Where's Eri?'

Mirio just smiles brighter, while Izuku frantically scans the common room, only to find her sitting in Todoroki's lap. He takes a moment to appreciate just how adorable they look - Todoroki's hand is supporting her waist while Eri plays with his hair - until he registers that she's just mouthed "Deku".

Oh no...

He immediately sprints over, using every ounce of control not to summon One for All, but it's too late.

'Deku-san thinks you're really handsome and wants to kiss you and he told Lemillion-san that he loves you and wants to be your boyfriend.' She twirls her own hair with her thumb, before sheepishly looking up at Todoroki. 'Do you love Deku-san the same way he loves you?'

Izuku promptly trips over his own two feet and slams face-first onto the floor in front of them, content to stay there for all of eternity.

Well, this is the end of our friendshi-

'Yeah.' A quiet, albeit confident voice fills the silence and Izuku looks up to find dichromatic eyes boring into his own, warm and kind, while a slight flame flickers from his scarred cheek. 'I do feel the same, Eri.'

'T-Todoroki-kun?' Izuku all but squeaks when a soft smile stretches across that beautiful face. He's distantly aware of Mirio's howling laughter several metres away, but tries to ignore it. 'Y-You l-love me too? Really?'

Todoroki raises an eyebrow, smile vanishing.

'Of course, Midoriya. I'm not gonna lie to a child.'

[argentdandelion]

Soul Dichromatism: Love, Hope and Compassion (Part 3)

In BlackRazorBill's fanfiction Soul Dichromatism, monsters broke the barrier and are in a decades-long war with humanity. There seems to be no end in sight. But when an experimental device used on a human captive (Frisk) unexpectedly turns the human into a monster, monsters believe “monsterification” is the way to end the war. This is due to monsters’ beliefs monster souls are made of hope, love and compassion. (the HLC belief for short) By turning humans into monsters, it is believed humans shall more hopeful, loving and compassionate. By turning humans “good”, the war will end.

But if monsters are so compassionate due to their souls being partly made of compassion, why do they still commit non-compassionate atrocities of war?

I speculate this is due to four reasons:

"Depersonizing" Propaganda

Personal Experience

Emotional Exhaustion/Maintenance of Morale

Out-Group Threat

1. Depersonizing Propaganda

(I’m using “depersonizing” as a species-neutral alternative to “dehumanizing”, because it’s the humans being “dehumanized” by virtue of their being human, not monster.)

The first reason monsters don’t act compassionately is propaganda. The HLC belief, and other beliefs on monster and human souls works as depersonizing propaganda, even if it wasn’t originally conceived as such. The beliefs on human souls imply humans are inherently spiritually inferior to monsters, and are less loving, less compassionate, and more prone to “negative emotions” than monsters. With this in mind, killing humans isn’t as horrible as, say, killing a monster.

The HLC belief and other beliefs on human souls are so widespread and/or strongly held, they persist even in those sympathetic to humans. It is Alphys, a scientist who studies human souls and loves human anime, who claims human souls’ “stronger potentiality for negative emotion” as the basis of her suggestion Frisk’s hatred for monsters will subside once fully monsterified.

Even Asgore, who adopted a human child and surely interacted with humans prior to the first human-monster war, seems to believe humans aren’t as hopeful, loving and compassionate as monsters (though they can be, if helped):

(Chapter 3) Asgore: “Humans… are a troubled species, Asriel; as much as we became now… but they can be capable of love, hope and compassion as much as we are, if we give them the chance.” (This suggests Asgore thinks humans aren’t already as capable of those emotions as monsters)

(Chapter 26) Asgore: “…[Asriel], do not sell [Frisk’s] ability for compassion this short. Humans…may be more disconnected from those emotions [hope and compassion, possibly love] than us, however, with the help of loving friends, I do believe-”

As far as can be told so far, only Asriel denies the claim human souls do not need hope, love and compassion to exist:

(Chapter 32): “There were many monsters who thought that, because humans could live without Hope, Love and Compassion, that they didn’t need those things. [...]Asriel knew it was untrue from the time they knew Chara. [...]Asriel knew humans fell down too. They did not lie down and rest like monsters, humans still moved, talked and could even pretend nothing was wrong, but they were falling down all the same.[...]Humans needed Hope, Love and Compassion as well.”

2. Personal Experience

The second reason monsters don’t act compassionate are the personal experiences of soldiers, and those affected by the war. A battlefield is no place to make friendships with the other side, but that’s Undyne’s only exposure to real humans. Though Undyne admires human-made anime and the ideals of anime, she is not compassionate towards humans because they murder soldiers she cares about.

(Chapter 26) Undyne: “[When Asgore was unable to] I ended up teaching most of [the new soldiers].” [...] “I think… I think the hardest is when those youngsters end up dying before I do. I got no kids yet, but… but I bet this is how parents feel when… when they lose their children.”

Artie (Monster Kid's name in the fiction) also has personal reasons to feel no compassion towards humans, even if humans' effect on him is indirect. Artie’s sister fell in love with a soldier. When that soldier was killed by humans, his sister fell into despair. Eventually, she became so hopeless she became “fallen down”, a coma-like state preceding death. (in the fiction, monsters can die from lack of hope) Artie seems to blame humans for his sister's death. This blame, a possible desire for revenge, and perhaps glamorous TV ads of war1 motivates him to become a soldier.

It’s unclear whether Sans believes the beliefs on human souls. He might have personal reasons to believe humans are cruel, due to Frisk trying to kill his merciful, friendly brother Papyrus. He calls Frisk “an enemy” on multiple occasions, and his “skeletons in the closet” story in Chapter 16 might suggest he thinks humans are violent and untrustworthy. However, Sans says he doesn’t think he hates Frisk. He wishes he could, but Frisk is not easy to hate. It’s possible his distrust of humans comes not from propaganda, but from realizing the two groups are on opposite sides of a conflict with two different end goals. He might not have a strong animus against humans in general, just Frisk in specific.

3. Emotional Exhaustion/Maintenance of Morale

The third reason monsters aren’t compassionate to humans is emotional exhaustion/maintenance of morale. Some monsters, such as Asriel and Asgore, have positive associations with humans but still do not act compassionate to them. This is because the circumstances of war mean there is presently no feasible way to be compassionate2; Humans are simply too dangerous as individuals and as a society.

Extending compassion to the enemy, but being unable to stop the war, might cause a sense of internal turmoil and helplessness. Beyond the direct threat of humans, this gives the war an extra layer of danger: in this fiction, HP is an acronym of “HoPe”, so when monsters are totally hopeless, they fall down and die. Hardening their hearts and cutting out all compassion for the enemy, (if it’s even possible for them) would help them cope with a war with no end in sight. It’s possible this hardening of the heart is an effect of gaining LV. One can see coping mechanisms in Asriel and Undyne. Despite his positive experiences with humans, Asriel feels nothing when he kills them,3 and if what Frisk thinks is true, Undyne’s face becomes emotionless in a “mask of war” and she dissociates4 to cope with the horrors of combat.

(Chapter 30) Torria: “The people at large must have hope, and it is up to us [the rulers] to give it to them…”

Due to monsters’ need for morale/HoPe, at many points in the fiction various monsters reduce the human-monster Frisk to nothing more than a symbol: a symbol of hope for a peaceful future where monsters don’t have to kill. In doing so, they have no empathy/compassion for Frisk. When it comes to humans more generally, Torria (a relative of Asriel on the Boss Monster council) suggests using monsterification on children to raise monsters’ hope, as well as population.

4. Out-Group Threat

(Alphys in front of a prototype for a magic cannon that can blast across continents)

The fourth reason is that monsters believe humans are a threat to their existence. Humans are very dangerous both as individuals and as a whole, due to their physical strength, “killing intent” bonus, sheer numbers relative to monsters, and, to a lesser extent, military technology. Indeed, they’re so dangerous it’s too much of a risk to make them prisoners of war, so every battle is “take no prisoners” by default.

While many of their tactics failed against monsters, humanity still seems to have a massive military, to the point of still causing trouble at the western coastal front of the war. Though humans tried diplomacy in the past, it failed, for monsters were too “drunk on recent victories”. Now, monsters have killed so many humans that monsters believe diplomacy is no longer an option. As monsters believe the humans would annihilate them if given the chance, monsters feel the only way to ensure their own survival5 is to destroy humanity, either completely or almost so.

Even if monsters are indeed more compassionate than humans, it certainly doesn’t show up when fighting humans. They seem subject to the same psychological tendencies as humans, for greed, rage, and a desire for revenge were factors in both starting the war and continuing it.

Reducing or eliminating the threatening nature of a situation reduces out-group hostility.6 It is possible that, if humanity had a ceasefire and stopped attacking monsters/trying to regain territory, aggressive or non-compassionate sentiment towards humans would subside. However, it is unlikely at this point. Just as in the first Human-Monster War, the fear of a being with godlike power (here, Asgore) is likely to interfere with anything approaching diplomacy. (especially since diplomacy was refused before)

At this point, monsters believe there’s no backing out of the war. As Flowey might say, “In this world, it’s kill or be killed!”

“Nice TV images”, Chapter 9 ↩︎

Not for lack of trying: “They [monsters] tried to keep human prisoners before, they were still trying occasionally, but it turned out to be too risky [because they kept trying to flee and harm monsters]” -Chapter 1 ↩︎

Chapter 21, Asriel: “…I think… I think the actual hardest time…[killing a human]” He snorted and looked at her with an expression of tired sadness. “…It was when I realized I felt nothing at all anymore.”

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Chapter 12: Undyne had her face completely devoid of any emotion.

A mask of war… something Frisk had seen on human soldiers.

‘Dissociation’, her dad had told her… Get away from the pain… get away from the horror… Become [a] spectator of your own body."

↩︎

Chapter 25, Undyne (to Frisk): “I think you’re WRONG about most monsters deserving punishment for what we do to your people, I DO believe we’re justified still, both to fight for our survival, AND to get revenge on what your people did to us in the first war.” (Emphasis mine)

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The Oxford Handbook of Diversity and Work, page 102. ↩︎

[blackrazorbill]

I read your fic Soul Dichromatism recently and I really, really enjoyed it! The characters feel so real, and the premise is intriguing to read about. Frisk's relationship with Papyrus and Artie is so cute, yet her relationship with everyone else feels bittersweet. The art throughout the chapter make the story so much better. Your artstyle is very comfortable to look at, and you have a great way with expressions! Thanks, and keep up the good work!

I glad you enjoyed it! I’m currently on another project (Dust-Eaters AU), though, So I don’t know when I’ll get back to SD. There will probably be some rewrite involved.

[deathbled]

hades info drop.

not a shifter, contrary to popular belief, he’s a fully fledged doberman that was abandoned and taken care of by a grim reaper who after his death put his soul into a human body so that he could experience a life better than the one he had

despite his name being hades his nickname was “waffles” and sometimes he accidentally calls himself that

he still remembers his old life and had to painstakingly learn human behaviour

his speech is still slurred sometimes and he can’t properly vocalize some words but he does his best

he knows his first owner was a little girl that he grew up with and he remembers that he was abandoned by her parents when he almost mauled an intruder who had threatened his owner

she should be somewhere in her mid-twenties by now and he’s still trying to find her because he wants to know if it was her idea to discard of him like an old toy or if her parents did that against her will

he ended up on a scrapyard and was mistreated there until eventually he starved

he doesn’t understand why humans are scared of dying, to him it was one of the most peaceful times of his life

is literally the gentlest, goofiest soul out there but people think he’s scary because he looks mean and is large

usually is hired as a bodyguard but also does babysitting jobs

his human body has been fused with his canine soul so he still retains certain aspects of his old life (i.E. canine-like teeth, incredible sense of smell, good intuition, dichromatic vision, sensitive hearing etc. )

trusts easily but is wary at the same time; he’ll follow you if you ask him to do so but he will not give you personal information or anything that could hurt him

sometimes stares at his thumbs in awe

misses his tail though, he thinks it’s much more expressive than a human face

still growls, whimpers & barks from time to time when he’s overstimulated and can’t process a situation very well

considering he was a big dog breed he’d pretty big as a human too, he’s 6′8 / 204 centimeters & weighs roughly around 221.12 lbs / 100.3 kg

prefers to wander around at night because he dreads talking to many people

kind of popular with certain groups of people but also very feared by others just for his appearance, doesn’t really get why but tries to shrug it off

still wonders if he was ever loved or if he was just a toy to enjoy playing with while it lasted, back when he was a dog

[madokamagicasecrets]

talk about your au!!! i wanna hear it!!

This seems like a good opportunity to talk about Saria Kira, my (heavy-handed) serial killer magical girl!

Saria is a high-performing student, the type that has intense anxiety and is a vulnerable narcissist. She hates her parents and their high standards but also can’t help but work to please them. One day she sees a magical girl with her own 2 eyes and something clicks in her head, her destiny is to purge them from the universe. 

Saria makes her contract and gains a special power; being able to see the threads that connect magical girls together. She can see the tethers that connect a magical girl to her summoned items, enchantments, and soul gems. She’s also armed with magical scissors that can sever these connections. To be clear, her scissors cutting a thread to a body will kill the magical girl, but will not destroy the soul. The soul gem will inevitably start to reconstruct the body, but it usually takes up so much power that the girl won’t survive the process. And regardless, Saria likes to “toy” with them.

This leads into another big character, Willow Emerson. Willow is a magical girl who was horrifically depressed, losing purpose after moving to Japan for school, and whose contract actually helped her quite a bit. Because of that, she has quite a complex relationship with the puella magi system. Willow’s power is to grow plants from her body, and she can extend that to growing plants from parts of her body that were separated from her. She tends to spread blood in order to set up traps. Willow is not a very offensive magical girl, and likes peace. She has a hideout built out of an abandoned streetcar in a train graveyard, growing plants all over for decoration. She likes to help out other magical girls, both physically and emotionally. Willow can be treated therefore like Saria’s foil, a girl who found meaning through creation, whereas Saria found meaning through destruction. 

Saria finds Willow and attempts to kidnap and torment her, but Willow not only manages to escape but also shows her applications of magic (like the blood magic) that Saria has never seen before. This gets Saria’s gears turning, but she also hates being conquered so she has even more focus on Willow and capturing her. At the same time, Saria has a special project going. See, Saria is frail, and actually needs to use magic to enhance her body to keep up in combat. Since this is true, she’s obsessed with perfection, and she’s attracting a bit too much attention, she might benefit from a stronger body. And in pursuit of this perfection, she builds a body by melding “perfect” body parts from various girls she’s killed and manages to fake a suicide to “body swap”. Her new body is taller, stronger, and more beautiful (albeit with some minor magical residue from the girls she took them from). But she has a mission to complete first.

Saria manages to confront Willow before her suicide, and kills her, which leads to Willow exploding into a dense patch of sunflowers. Saria, despite her obsession with symmetry and order, decides to honor Willow by taking one of her eyes, making them dichromatic; one blue eye, and one green. From here, Saria moves between cities, experimenting further with her tethers, until settling into a new city and founding her cult.

Saria by this point has begun the process of unspooling threads, studying the aspects of a soul and magic, and tying strings back together or to different items or bodies. Her current strategy is to take advantage of girls in a vulnerable place that she thinks have absurd potential, and then attaching herself to them via threads and maintaining a psychic link to them. She keeps a posse around, and finds one girl in particular to take advantage of; an (as of yet unnamed) girl whose powers involved mimicry. She can copy magical powers she’s hit by or sufficiently observes. Saria, seeing her potential to copy souls via this magic, quickly move to groom her into something she can use.

Her plan revolves around the idea that by copying pseudo souls, she can create a network of raw power and processing power, and drastically increase her own strength. This entirely depends, however, on the mimic’s cooperation. I imagine her liberation from Saria would be a huge part of Saria’s defeat. 

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Chapter Two of Soul Singularity, Duality, has arrived!