#and share more lore hehe

[cocoapowderpictures]

Randy Indigo

Age: 24

Randy Indigo, son of Isaac Indigo, began helping out part-time at his father's amusement park in his mid-teens. Enchanted by the vibrant atmosphere and the joy it brought to visitors, he quickly fell in love with the amusement park. By adulthood, Randy had fully immersed himself in the entertainment department, where he thrived.

Randy created his own persona within the park, embodying the mischievous and endearing character of Rambly the Raccoon. Known for his infectious energy and charismatic presence, this character became a favorite among guests, who were captivated by his antics and warmth. Despite his cheerful demeanour, Randy feared loneliness. He made sure to cherish every moment spent with his friends from the park, even if he playfully claimed rivalry with one of them.

He had hoped for these happy moments to last forever…

Randy was the first to disappear.

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Hey everyone!

I'm incredibly excited to finally share my latest project with you all: my Indigo Park AU! While I might be a bit late to the Indigo Park bandwagon, I've been working hard on this concept, and I'm really excited to finally be posting about it.

Introducing the Cast Chronicles AU! In this AU, set in the 1960s, the main cast mascots are human employees who worked together at Indigo Park. Throughout the story, we explore their roles within the park and the deep friendships they develop. However, their lives take a dark turn as they mysteriously begin to disappear, one by one.

In an effort to honor their memories, the park introduces new interactive mascots, each bearing a striking resemblance to the missing cast members and serving as memorials to keep their spirits alive within the park. Yet, guests can't help but feel like there is something… unsettling about these new mascots. 

Quick disclaimer: This Indigo Park AU will most likely diverge quite a bit from the cannon lore since the game hasn't revealed much information about its overarching story. However, I will do my best to adapt the AU as new chapters come out! 

Feel free to ask any questions you may have about this AU! I would be super excited to answer!!

[reksink]

Angels. Those Virtuous, Those Powerful

[larkwinged]

𝓯𝔂𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻 — firefly + dahlia 🎞️

“come back to bed, my love.” she reached for the hunter, wrapping her arms snugly around the hunter’s waist.

“dal, i have a mission today—”

“but i wanna hold you…”

the hunter sighed and looked down, seeing the actress bat her pretty eyelashes. the hunter bit her lip, before she caved and crawled back into the bed.

“fine, but only for a little while longer, okay?”

the actress giggled, nuzzling her head into the hunter’s neck. the hunter sighed, a fond smile tugging at her lips as she placed a chaste kiss to the actress’ head.

[toru-saynomoree]

WHSTATSTS @pieflavouredartz )SOMR OF MY GOATS) REBL9GRD TWO OF MY POSTS OMGG HIII I WAS SO SHY TO RESPOND ABOUT IT LAST DAYS LOL

[lordmaddie]

Wrote a tiny little drabble for the setup for what I'm calling Everything Works Out In The End AU (working title), where instead of fleeing to the Star City, the Marksman and Tharaêl fashion themselves into a Numinos to try and destroy the High Ones. It doesn't defeat them entirely, of course, and takes everything from them... But the Veiled Woman stands ready to change the outcome oh-so-subtly, so for once in many Eventualities, everything works out in the end. Under the readmore 👇

The Marksman Our teleport-scroll returned us to the Sun Temple just in time to see Arantheal light the Beacon.

It took something vital from him, it seemed, for he fell to the ground as it blazed. He clutched his chest, fingernails scrabbling uselessly against his breastplate. Even from this distance I could see his shoulders heaving from desperate breaths that could not gulp down adequate air.

No-one besides Tharaêl and I noticed, for the Temple had been breached by the Nehrimese and the fight had reached a fever-pitch; tactics and form had long since been abandoned in the desperate, bloody melee. The deafening clash of swords and screams of the injured was like a beast unto itself, roaring and seeming to shake the courtyard.

And yet, despite that din, I heard it: the awful throbbing of the Beacon, a noise felt via the aching of one’s teeth rather than through the ears. The light it shed was stingingly bright, but did not illuminate nor cast shadows… I looked away from it. I felt the edges of my mind begin to burn, like a match-flame licking at a wick before it catches light. Ignorable… For now.

We danced through the Nehrimese, the steps so familiar and practiced. Together, as we had been ever since the dust of the Pit. We carved a bloody path, swords and dagger, hands as red as always.

Jespar and Calia made their way to us as we reached the Beacon, putting themselves between us and the fight. Precious friends and allies, yet there was no time to say how much they’d meant to me. Indeed, for me there was no time left at all.

I looked upon the Beacon. When I’d beheld it at Old Dothûlgrad it had felt like I was looking at an hourglass with so little sand left in the top bulb… The sand had been running ever since. Looking at it now, I finally felt the last grains fall.

Turning, I put my back to it. One last thing to do, before my absolution.

Tharaêl looked so sorrowful and anguished. It hurt… I wished this wouldn’t be my last memory of him. “It will take everything from me. But I can do it. I can stop the Cleansing.” I explained. I felt so empty, as if I was half-dead already. Or, dead again… “Thank you for bringing me here, Tharaêl. Thank you for staying by my side.” I hadn’t meant my words to sting, but they did nevertheless. “It’s not too late.” He said, clearly desperate to stop this inevitability. “You don’t have to do this.” I smiled for him. Hadn’t I said something similar, on that cliff, at that other Temple? This was different, though. “This is absolution enough for us both.” Wouldn’t that be wonderful? He’d have a new life, a slate wiped clean. Oh, but he was angry. Wrathful. “Absolution? I did not ask for you to shoulder my sins as well as your own!” “It was no burden.” I said. “Not for you.”

It was time for me to go, before the lit Beacon did too much damage. Time to end this. I tried to take a step back-

An arm, thrust forward. A hand, grabbing me by the front of my armour. Tharaêl, trying to anchor me still. Oh, I’d laugh, if I could. How familiar this was. “You will not make a clean cut, unmourned!” He roared, desperate and furious and grieven. “This is no repentance, this is the easy way out!” His words hissed, burning with that familiar wrath. “The Cleansing is a mercy! You will waste yourself on this undeserving, unthankful world, and it will still be as shit as it always was! You will leave it no better!”

I heard the words he said… and the ones he didn’t. You’ll leave me! Is our bond not real and undeniable and true? Isn’t it enough? I’d thought my heart could break no further… “I’m sorry.” Apologies were all I had left, as little as they were worth. “For everything.” For the time we’d had together, as sweet as it was, led to this agony at the end. “Forgive me.”

The High Ones were here, unwanted witnesses to our final parting. I saw them in the corners of my vision, hungry eyes and drooling teeth. Awaiting their harvest.

“There has to be another way!” Tharaêl was saying, unable to hide the subtle pleading edge to his tone. “How will you even stop this?” “Arantheal gave himself to light it.” I answered. “I will give myself to extinguish it.” How I knew this, I could not explain. It felt as if it were a conclusion already written, a path I’d been walking ever since I drowned. “How?” He pressed. “Will you make yourself a Numinos? Turn the Beacon upon yourself?” I couldn’t reply. It was difficult enough to make sense of it in my own mind, let alone parsing it into a language that wasn’t my mother tongue… “I don’t know. I just know it has to be me.” He bared his teeth at me, frustrated. “But how? Who told you? How do you know they didn’t put this knowledge in you, when they made you this stupid fucking ‘Prophet’?” I couldn’t stop my mind from turning to what I knew to be true, like iron to a lodestone. “It has to be me.”

He made a noise of frustration, shaking me as if I was some fool having hysterics. “Did we not make vows?” he demanded “In the Temple?” I remembered… It was sacred, almost. We spoke the words before a witness - the malicious living entity of the Black Libra Temple itself. Our families were there, even if they were only illusions... “Our end, or his.” I recited. Of course, we’d failed to bring the Father to justice. But that hadn’t diminished the weight of the words we’d spoken… “OUR end. We’ll go together.” “Why waste yourself?” I asked. “You could live.” “Why only extinguish the Beacon?” He snapped back. “Why not make it strike the High Ones?”

For the first time, I wished I’d listened more to what the wizards had said about all this nonsense. “The Numinos has to be the essence of a High One…” “And the High Ones are made from humanity, from life.” He had a fervour to him, chasing this new theory. “Plus, they’ve turned you into their fucking pawn, a tool. We’ll make an adequate Numinos.”

It… Made sense. I tried to look at the High Ones, to see if they had a reaction. They vanished if I looked at them direct, but I could see them in my periphery… They’d stopped taunting me… They looked unsure! They didn’t know!

I removed Tharaêl’s grip from my armour, so I could take him by the hand. I trusted him, and if he thought this’d work… “Okay.” I said, solemn and true. “Our end, and the Cleansing’s.” “Our end.” He looked me in the eye. “And the Cleansing’s.”

As expected, it took everything from us.

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Tharaêl I awoke. No… To awake would imply that I’d slept.

Alone. The Marksman was gone. I looked around… It seemed as if time stood still. The Nehrimese, the Keepers, Calia and Jespar… All frozen. The Beacon, too. It looked as if it was caught just on the cusp of unleashing its power. I looked down at myself - Ah.

There was nothing. It seemed I was some kind of ghost, or spirit. My body - Oh, it was over there, with the Marksman’s. We’d died holding hands.

I should be upset, no? Disturbed. Yet without a body to feel with, I could not summon such emotions. Was this what it was like, for the Father to Transcend?

“I cannot answer that.” Said a familiar voice, answering my thoughts. “Perhaps it is. Does this provide you insight into his motivations, Tharaêl?”

The Veiled Woman stood before me, cupping something in her hands. I peered at it… Some kind of faintly glowing black-and-red light. It pulsed weakly. “I don’t want to talk about the Father.” I said, for I found that I had a voice even without a body. “How am I here?” “The Prophet and a human soul as a Numinos… Clever. It nearly worked. You have struck a blow against the High Ones… But they will return, eventually. This Cycle continues nevertheless.” She gave me a slight smile. “A small matter, for me, to alter your sacrifice. Just a little.” “How?” “The Prophet, a tool manipulated and used by the High Ones - but just that part, extracted, not the whole man. And a false vessel, a simulacrum, an artificial human body as the High Ones are an artificial amalgam of human soul.” She shrugged, a casual gesture. “It is similar enough to work. And so your souls are left intact. Mostly.” We looked to the glowing thing in her palms. “Your lover is struggling. The Prophet is meant to dissolve after their duty is fulfilled. Worry not, I hold him safe.” The weakly glowing thing was all that was left of the Marksman? “What now?” I asked. “What indeed?” The Marksman’s soul in her hands pulsed with greater rapidity - she was infusing it with strength as we spoke. “You could move on, to wherever souls go… Even I have not made that journey. Or…” “Or?” His voice, from her hands. Faint and distant. She smiled down at him. “I could make you new bodies. A hero’s reward, for did you not make the ultimate heroic sacrifice? You will be utterly mortal, of course. Usual. No more extraordinary powers, save what comes naturally to you. No more Echoes. No more relentless drive of the Fleshless nature.” “We get to live?” I asked, scarcely believing it. “After everything we’ve done?” The Marksman said, equally unsure. “Yes. What do you say? One more round in this arena of a world, Tharaêl Narys? One last dance, Marksman?” “Please.” We said, nearly in unison.

Parting her hands, she set the Marksman’s soul floating in the air. Like a will-o-wisp it bobbed over to me… Or at least, to where my bodiless awareness was. The Veiled Woman walked over to our corpses, kneeling beside them and vanishing them away with a wave of the hand. They drifted away like dust on the wind. “Shall your new bodies be the same as the old?” She asked. “I can make… Adjustments.” I pretended not to hear the mischievous implications of her tone. “Same as the old is fine.” “Can you make my shoulders and wrists stop hurting?” The Marksman asked. “Yes, but you created those injuries yourself.” She informed him. “It will come back if you continue using a bow as you have been.” The pulsating light of his soul had little shape or form to it, and yet I got the distinct impression he was shrugging shoulders he didn’t have. “So be it.”

She stood. “This Eventuality can bear your presence for a mortal lifetime without too many ripples. Do not get greedy, however… This world does not need more Light-Born this soon.” “We won’t.” The Marksman promised. “Will the next Prophet see me with their Echo? Can I leave messages for them?” “Oh, I encourage it. I will be ever so busy, when the time comes. Until then… A trip to the seaside for me, I think.” “Which one?” I asked, imagining her lounging on the sands, drink in hand… “All of them. Everywhere.” She inclined her head. “Goodbye, former Prophet. Goodbye, Tharaêl. You shall not see me again.”

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The Marksman This wasn’t the first time I’d risen from the dead, empty lungs gasping their first breath. The pins-and-needles sensation of blood sluggishly re-flowing from a standstill. The momentary confusion of a new brain weathering the influx of old memories.

“Nice to not be in the Corpse Pit this time.” Tharaêl commented wryly, idly rubbing his chest as if surprised his heart beat once more. “Last time this happened to me, I was on a beach.” I replied, forcing myself to a sit. “Think I’d rather be back there.”

We managed to pull each other to our feet just in time to be nearly knocked off them again by a blinding, world-consuming burst of light from the Beacon. The light passed through us, though, passed through everything… From the cusp of my hearing, however, I thought I could just about hear a wail of agony from the High Ones… But of course, I was no longer the Prophet, was I? I could not see them any more.

The fighting in the courtyard came to a halt as the light faded. It felt - for me, and I presumed everyone present, if not in the whole of Vyn - like I’d been close to blackout-drunk, and had suddenly, instantly sobered. Now their influence had gone, it seemed so obvious how deeply we’d been under the High Ones’ vile influence and thrall. How everything that had happened had their foul hand upon it, moving us like game pieces, prodding us along like cattle towards the abattoir.

Everyone looked to one another in confusion and uncertainty, weapons lowering. Everything seemed so… Unreal. Like a dream.

They saw us, then - Tharaêl and I, our backs to the Beacon, which was now settling into final stillness with the clink of cooling metal. Jespar and Calia, gloriously alive, gasped and waved. “Prophet!” A Keeper called. “The Cleansing! Was it averted? Did we win?”

“I suppose everyone needs an explanation.” I muttered. I’d been alive - again - for a mere minute, and already I was tired.

Together we walked down the Temple steps, towards our final lifetime.

[madkuroi]

I'm back for another oc fact trade! This time with Alycia 💚

Alycia is immune to most poisons as she practices mithridatism. (The idea of gaining immunity to poison by taking smaller, non-lethal doses of it) She'll often mix things in with her tea, cooking/baking, and even perfume. Though the last one is done more so for missions as she'll use it as a means of attack against enemies via cloud flames.

Ok, so that's a neat idea! It kinda gives me the vibe of "The difference between medicine and poison is the dose", and I'm totally digging it! Love when people show some unusual combinations that can proved to be really tricky in missions or even battles hehehe

So, this time I'll take a little time to yap about Helena, which is the Novana Primo's Mist Guardian.

As you might know (or not), the first generation of the Novana was a witch coven. In covens, each member has a specific "duty", and as a fun fact, they could only have 13 members. So aside from the Boss and Guardians, I can tell they started pretty small to respect traditions! But that didn't mean they wouldn't shelter fellow comrades or people involved into the craft. Back to Helena, then!

Aside from her condition (she was born blind), it is said the delicate notes from her lyre were a double-edged sword - For her comrades, it was like listening to the whispers of nature, which kinda makes be a bard of some sorts. However, in battles, Helena's songs proved to be extremely dangerous. Being a Mist, maybe the fact that her illusions couldn't be "visual" would be considered a weakness, which is actually something that gives her an advantage. She focuses on the other senses instead, and once she starts playing her songs, it is said that you're trapped in her world. An eerie peace who masked how she was manipulating everything with each stroke of her strings.

Having a butterfly-theme, safe to say that she's always surrounded by those tiny creatures, being real of illusory. And, on the back of her outfit, there's an embroidery featuring one the brightest starts in the sky: Vega, who belongs to the Lyre constellation.

[naenaex0xx]

happy holidays naeeee !!!! <3 im so sorry i didnt get to post on your tree (i saw yours on my tree and thank you so much :,)) but thank you for being my mutual :) i know we havent talked much but i genuinely enjoy talking to you whenever we did and im so glad to be able to talk to you !!! i hope i get to see more of your pixel art and your piano skills (which are already so impressive like WHAT) and i hope you get all of the love and happiness u deserve <3

WHAATTTT hehehe omg zee ur so kind to me 🥹🥹 seriously what the hell thank u for the compliments n hdbsjdbjd I'm literally so glad to know you... but I'm sure you can tell by my tree message lol. so ye thank you soooo much this makes me rlly happy,, n im wishing u lots of love n hope n joy too <33

[tactician]

this is my new (and first!!!) bg3 character *peace sign*

his name is carrion and he is a thief!!!

[glitterliver07]

Getting reallll crazy with these loredrops

[violetsareblue-selfships]

good morning!! :3

[just-a-dinosaur-i-guess]

fitzgerald bsd did not fistfight DIO jjba!

DIO is in fact part of shepherdstown, a college town full of reincarnations; his reincarnation is lorenzo padavona, the student council president.

as for the others!

following what was a long ride of a custody battle, elise was adopted by bruno jjba and the rest of neo passione (a stand user specific group currently set up in yokohama with the help of ango sakaguchi) and turned into a real girl via rohan jjba's ability, heaven's door! she was given the stand the offspring immediately after by a stand arrow

very funny to me this one got no votes i'm glad yall can see the vision.. akutagawa and aubrey met through chuuya running into her first, and they did not get along initally but more bonding later on and the sibling dynamic developed from that

the aforementioned shepherdstown!! explaining this one would be better as a post of its own tbh but basically the reincarnations, while not aware of their status as such, all have a drive to be better then who they were. the demons are harder to explain and also i can't fully explain them without spoiling things <3

ranpo can hear (and talk to) the narrators! him getting shot by a sniper was what kicked off the mvrp's version of season four. he's okay though. mostly

wanting to check out neo passione and see if they were suitable for protecting yokohama as well, mii-chan has been staying with them for a while. not knowing he already had a name, giorno called him urbano, basically meaning city cat (mild sidenote: neo passione's base is a renovated hotel, seeing as they have a lot of members.)

yeah this is a thing. LARPers to lovers slowburn is still ongoing. is it gay to throw a poisonous snake at who you think is satan and then have to drag him to the hospital, and then decide from there you have to be his caretaker to keep him from tempting people into sin so you start following him around and you have dumb little arguments on the regular

while the dynamic hasn't been touched in a while due to shit going down in yokohama and unn having her own issues going on, when they were trapped in a void in the prologue of the mvrp (basically a hollowed out space between worlds) they did get along well

SO! there is a coliseum in The Mall (a large multiversal hub), and that's where this fight took place. the dog in question is otis, a corgi who's part of the voidwatchers (a very old organization with a select few, small amount of members who have taken it upon themselves to keep an eye on the voids, along with other related duties), and not only that, but one of the most powerful ones. with powerful fighting prowess and the ability to not only open spatial rifts but also be just fine in space, otis is a menace to deal with if he ever wanders into the coliseum

ENIA!! ENIA is a infinitely sprawling supercomputer who used to rule a whole universe, but after being defeated by The Boss, it's begrudgingly started to be.. somewhat better. still murderous, still mean, but it is actually a good mom figure to isaac. it spoils him and has even coded a filter (isaac_filter) for itself so as to not swear around him

he saw chuuya chiding akutagawa during the beach episode and did mental gymnastics from there.

manifestation might've been the wrong word, my bad, but basically, ceres is the multiverse forming a self with which xe can converse to those who reside in it. ceres can look however xe wants, and xe.. thinks making xerself short is funny because many tend to assume such a being would be towering over others. i will make a post about ceres someday because xe is one of my favorite ocs hehe

and that's it!! ty for voting and reading my silly rambles, and go follow the other people in the mvrp! (@dellonthebell, @feralshadowdemon, and @mrfeeshboyo!)

i have a multiverse rp that's been going on for a while and i really like these kinds of polls! so.

no pressure, but i'd appreciate rbs, i wanna see what people think !

[toru-saynomoree]

So guys, apparently we're gonna have more toru lore... make your own predictions, i'll read you.......

[bunnis-monsters]

Ahh your bee hybrids are making me think of the dynamics of the bulls and cows ♡♡ So doting and loving~ Soft and fuzzy!

I keep thinking about a nearby wasp or hornet colony getting a little jealous hearing about such a pretty queen - they're so big and scary..

Just rambly thoughts hehe, enjoy your day/night~

Let’s just say that you had a good relationship with the wasp hybrids before becoming the queen of the bee hybrids. You may have even had a fling with one or two, and they told the others.

For a while they watched on in jealousy, wanting you for themselves, until some got brave.

A few wasps get in and mate with the queen, filling you with their own eggs. It’s different than mating with the bees, they fuck and stuff you, leaving you with bite marks and hickeys… it feels so good…

The bee hybrids are devastated when they find out and aren’t sure what to do… while they hate the idea of sharing you, they’d also prefer to not go to war with the wasp hybrids. Hive vs Hive won’t end well, and your safety is their top priority.

So they find the wasps responsible and execute them… but you don’t really like that. Now the bees have made their beloved queen sad, and their next suggestion only angers you further.

They want to just kill the eggs, but that upsets you! They’re your eggs, and you get to decide if you carry them or not! The bees are at a loss. While killing them isn’t allowed by you, they can’t stay in the bee hive, that’s dangerous. Wasps are aggressive and they’re afraid they’ll hurt your bee hybrid babies.

The wasps send an ambassador, who says the other hive will go to war with them for the queen… but they offer a compromise.

Since both hives love you and neither of them wants to suffer through a war, they suggest sharing you.

So they hesitantly accept the offer to share their queen, the only stipulation being that they have more access to her and their eggs are the priority. The wasps don’t really plan on obeying that rule, but they agree because god they want you so bad.

Now imagine being surrounded by the aggressive and rough wasp hybrids that are deliciously rough on your fat cunt while you’re also being worshipped and adored by the bee hybrids who mate with you however you please…

You’d spend your days going from one hive to another, being given more and more love and affection as both hives try to stay in your favor and possibly convince you to stay with them forever.

They’re both very possessive species, and aggressive when it comes to their hive and queen. Who knows how long this treaty will last.

This scenario could be explored more if anyone’s interested.

I think the bees would usually not do this, but with the added lore that the queen was once friendly with the wasps and they are more desperate to have her means the bees would rather share than potentially lose to war. In their minds they can’t comprehend that the wasps would never hurt you, they think that they will take out the entire hive along with you.

[eggsandramem]

so ink, huh? ✒️🌧️

anyways, design notes!!!!!!!

GOD CSMP IS RUINING ME :WITHEREDAWAY: /VPOS

that first part to the finale on rats pov got me GRRGHGHR.... THE DEFILE MOD IS SO <333,,, yummy tasty grghhrg the csmp lore as a whole makes me explode too

for Rat;

🐀 - The little rat pattern on the bottom of the maid dress are based on a sweater i really like!! they're super cute, and i thought they fit

🐀 - Had to add the extra rats hehe,,, including an oc of mine for self indulgence :swagzauc: (the fella by rats' boot,,, simplified version of my oc Squeakers!)

🐀 ^ - To add onto the rats, i also gave them inkmorphisized forms!! they get ink whimsy too. as a treat

🐀 - I wanted to incorperate the focus items in the mod into both of their designs somehow, so i gave rat a charm of the Sun Effigy!! funky tail charm,,, but shinyy,,,,

🐀 - The horns are more rounded than sharp due to how they look in the pixel sprites! :D

and for Lux;

🖋 - I decided to add a big tear in her right wing, to add onto the fact that her arm got pretty much chopped off by mouthpiece. lux herself mentioned after i shared a wip that it could also be torn because of how she always dies to fall damage and. i can see it LMFAOO😭😭😭

🖋 - The horns in the inkmorphisis form are more sharp than soft, more because i couldnt figure out how to make that same shape i gave rats' horns fit with the moth antennae,,, it still looks a little weird but fuck it we ball </3

🖋 ^ - On the topic of the horns, ive also given them the small little nubby bits to *kind of* resemble a wardens horns, with their little glowy nubs!! just as a nod towards the 'furniture' mod she made :3c

🖋 - I turned the eyespots in her normal design into the Totem of Uncleansing eyes!!!! like i mentioned in rats' notes, in wanted to incorperate the focus items in the mod into their designs, and i thought putting the totems on the eyespots would be super neat,,, :D

🖋 ^ - Unlike the other eyes on the wings, the eye over the torn wing isnt removed, but is rather put into more of a side-viewed/facing position! i didnt want to make it look like a strange, weirdly cut off eye, so yahoo :3

~~~

RAHHG I LOVED MAKING MY OWN DESIGN INTERPERITATIONS FOR THESE TWO.... I NEED TO MAKE MORE EVENTUALLY BUT I HAVE NO IDEA WHEN THAT WILL BE BECAUSE MY MOTIVATION IS AWFUL,,,, FOR NOW? HAVE THESE TWO.... hwat is their duo name..... ᘛ⁐̤ᕐᐷ ◅

[nobody-nexus]

Episode 4 Talk: Ragatha

LOOK I know this is the Gangle episode (And yes I WILL give my own thoughts and feelings on her later because there's SO much to unpack with Gangle) but I wanna share my thoughts on Ragatha and what it shows about her character since the next episode is all about her.

I think Ragatha was honestly a highlight of her character just not in the typical sense. The reason is because the way she showed flaws in her character was unique and not how most flaws are shown. The stupid sauce making her honest is very interesting to me, but I also think a lot of people won't fully understand what this means

So- let's start with this over analysis on this character and why she's still honestly my favorite in the series

(SPOILERS AHEAD)

First of all, there's no doubt that the stadium teaser is the Ragatha episode. She is literally teaching Gangle how to throw a ball. It's something she knows about well, and it'll make sense for that to be where we see her the most. Of COURSE she's gonna love a teamwork-based game, but similar to this episode, it's probably gonna boomerang back into something horrible

But then there's after Gangle's mask is broken. After checking if Gangle's okay (sort of, she didn't exactly try) she instantly attacks Jax and they start to fight

Considering a line later in the episode that she said that I'll talk about later on in this essay, I think this does make sense for her character. She seems to have a short tempter with specifically Jax, so she's more likely to turn on him. I think this is due to how he behaves in general, so them always being at each other's throats is probably a very common thing

Them arguing as well gives off (personally) sibling or roommate energy, which I kinda appreciate

After a bit though, we get to the REAL meat of the analysis (pun intended tee hee) which is... the stupid sauce

First of all: I do kinda feel bad for Ragatha. She honestly would've been a fine employee (maybe overworked like Jax?), but the stupid sauce getting into her eye was 100% accidental. Meaning from here on out, we know Ragatha is not completely in character, and against her will at that point

But also the creepy scene out of nowhere makes me think that maybe this stupid sauce isn't the best thing to have....

(although on a funny unrelated note, her reaction makes me think she's a bit of a monster fucker. Hehe, Ragatha x Gangle go brrr)

After a bit of funnier shenanigans, and the Gummigoo thing, we get to the first bits of these impulsive honest thoughts

I think that how these "honest thoughts" work is that they're not like her ACTUAL thoughts, but instead it's what she's thinking at that exact moment. She's going off on exactly what she's thinking and just speaking without foresight. This is the first line that I think implies this, especially with the "I wish someone flirted with me" line

She's not exactly jealous. She's just- saying what comes to her mind. And at this moment, its mild annoyance turning into being upset that she doesn't get that same treatment. Like the "Why isn't that me, why not I get that treatment?" impulsive thought

After some more funny, and a very creepy scene that I swear to GOD is a Get Out reference, we get to another part that for me proves that "Impulsive Honesty" idea for Ragatha. She's TRYING to work, but just- kinda can't cause she's all slouchy and all that, to which Zooble gets annoyed

And then Ragatha calls her a "grouch"

She only says this because Zooble's complaining that she's not doing anything. And Ragatha, having impulsive honesty, just complains back only to say something that makes herself laugh

It's just what she's thinking at the moment

And then here's the part where I think a lot of people aren't going to get this right: The Ragatha and Gangle conversation

This scene is VERY important to me. Specifically, with what it shares about Ragatha. First of all, we get LORE-??? She HAD HORSES AT SOME POINT???

And then we get two lines that I can say as someone who has actually recently been so sick while on their period that I had zero filter in the slightest are 100% impulsive honesty

First, we have the "I'm more responsible than you" line. First of all, she's not. She REALLY fucking isn't. She's all bark and no bite she does NOT have the mature attitude it takes to being a manager despite being older. In fact, it's funny she says this because of the fact that she's the ONLY character working under Gangle that's older

She's been in the circus for a while, and that means she also didn't mature from her mindset from whenever she joined in, which I do think it'd be rather young considering Kinger's age

So this "I'm responsible because I'm older" mindset is certainly on the table for why she said this. Probably because she was taught this mindset when growing up

She would NEVER think this is sober I believe though. Again. IMPULSIVE HONESTY. What was on her mind AT THAT EXACT MOMENT

(Also side note: Gangle still clearly cares about Ragatha in this scene, and I think she knows she'd be a bad manager due to her own struggles and flaws)

Of course after the HONESTLY AMAZING RAGGEDY ANDY REFERENCE we get the scene I feel that's gonna make people misunderstand her the most... THIS SCENE.

This whole scene is so interesting about how Ragatha's impulsive honesty works. Because let's be honest... We've ALL had these thoughts. Like em or not, we all have thoughts like this where you find people you care about annoying or undesirable. You never WANT to have them or say them aloud, but you have those thoughts

The difference? Ragatha has no filter. She doesn't know HOW to shut up at this point and time, so she says something she didn't MEAN to say out loud. And the line she says AFTER confirms this:

SHE DOESN'T REALIZE WHAT SHE SAID WAS EVEN MEAN

Yes, it was mean, I can't deny that- but what I'm saying is that there's a lot of thoughts that go through your head every moment of every day, and not every thought you have is desirable

That's the case here. Ragatha, with no filter, WILL say mean things that she'll NEVER say sober. But I find that her even having these thoughts is a bit of foreshadowing for the future. Perhaps she'll either be more likely to hide how she feels more or be more accepting of them after her episode. Guess we'll have to wait and see for that

EDIT: THANK YOU TO @kingzombear for their post because THIS IS ALSO VERY IMPORTANT TO ADD- the way Ragatha words what she says is something to also take into consideration. While Jax straight up says he likes her better when sad, Ragatha's mention of the happy mask makes this important as well

Notice: It's "Happy Mask" and NOT "Comedy Mask". Both the concept art Goose has posted on Twitter AND how even Gangle doesn't call this mask Zooble gave her a comedy mask, but instead it's referred to AS a happy mask

Now knowing what this mask is specifically called, we now know that even though what Ragatha said SPECIFICALLY was hurtful, that was NOT the intention. Sure, words will still hurt that's a given- but let's think about it more like this:

Ragatha doesn't like Gangle's masking. She likes her when she's being her authentic self and even while basically drunk, she can tell this is NOT Gangle. But also it shows her own flaws because Ragatha is also being a hypocrite

She herself masks her true thoughts and feelings for some people (as will be discussed in a moment), but that also means she can tell when a smile is fake. Because she has a faker smile overall. This mixed with impulsive blunt honesty leads to a line that I think even Gangle didn't understand considering her reaction was to begin to spiral into a mental breakdown

The power of wording can make any context for a scene THAT MUCH DIFFERENT so again thanks for @kingzombear for pointing this out cause this is ALSO really good to understand Ragatha as a character even more- especially her flaws

But of course, that's not the last thing, because I just mentioned the hiding true thoughts and feelings:

The last scene that's important gives us full context of what it's like to BE a people pleaser. When Jax and Ragatha interact while she's on the floor. Although more impulsive honesty, in this case it's her realizing her tendencies. Her people pleaser ways

This is her just sort of- realizing she had a weird mindset but doesn't have the right word for it- which I find neat. Not as groundbreaking in my opinion since I always felt she sorta hated Jax with how explosive she usually is with him and all, but her admitting it, even in such a state, is kinda refreshing to hear

Anyway that's my essay over. I hope this can give some new thoughts on Ragatha as a character! She's my favorite for a reason, and I want people to see how fleshed out she really is!

See you another time. Probably with some art too ^^

[blondeaxolotl-twstocs]

"Mm? No, it's okay, I'm awake now. How can I help?" (Groovy locked)

Happy Birthday to Octavinelle's personal mean girl, first time I'm actually in time to celebrate one of my OCs birthday LOL.

Since it's Dellie's birthday, I'll share some lil notes about his outfit plus some bonus lore/art hehe:

The sleeping mask - Dolphins can sleep with half of their brain being conscious! Just like actual dolphins, in the Coral Sea, merfolk dolphins sleep with one half of their brain and eye closed while their other half is conscious (and switch sides after a few hours so the other half can sleep), keeping an eye open of their surroundings in case predators swim by and also to swim up to the surface to catch air. But since Dellie is on land now, he does not have to worry about predators or drowning, he can sleep with his whole brain peacefully instead of just half of it. Unfortunately due to his natural instincts, one of his eyes (rare times even both) will always creep open when he sleeps, which causes him to wear a sleeping mask to avoid anyone possibly walking in on him sleeping and getting frightened by him sleeping with one eye open.

The slasher shirt - Dellie has a lot of old slasher/horror movie themed t-shirts, since the shirts clash with majority of his wardrobe, he uses them as sleepwear instead. Dellie has a lot of shirts because both his mother and sister enjoy watching these type of movies and he decided to join them on this interest for a while, he doesn't have a strong interest in them anymore but he doesn't want to throw any of the shirts away since they were all gifts he bought with his family or were gifted to him by other family members (Dellie does eventually end up giving away some of his shirts to dorm/classmates since "he has too many" and only uses a few to sleep in). Dellie's favourite shirt/slasher is Jason Voorhees, Friday the 13th was the first movie he watched with his family, and it's the first shirt he got as a gift from his sister. He has other shirts like Scream and Child's Play, but the Jason shirt is the one he's most attached to and is the most worn out than any of his old shirts since he sleeps in it more often. And while we're on the topic already, Dellie's LEAST favourite slasher is Terrifier. It's because the main killer's (Art the Clown) color palette and behaviour reminds him of an orca and therefore he freaks him out, he does have a shirt of him, but it's hidden deeply in his closet and it looks brand new because Dellie hates looking at it and refuses to wear it- He can't throw it away because it was a gift from his aunt. (Dellie might also just have a fear of clowns/mimes, that could be the main reason he hates the guy/movie)

The rest of his outfit is just based on cute things dellie likes, like ice cream and birds so there's not much thought to it, it's expected LOL.

BONUS ART AS PROMISED!!: