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eddaawrites · 30 days

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Good for you

Dylan Matthews

warnings - smut with barely any plot, nicknames (mostly baby), piv sex, no protection (don't be silly, wrap your willy.), cunnilingus, bad writing, not proofread (i can't be bothered.), english isn't my first language guys, be nice.

a/n - sorry this took so long, hope you enjoy.

ps. i listened to to this song like hundreds of times while writing this, it's embedded in my DNA at this point.

after laying in bed for what feels like hours, tossing and turning, i finally sit up. i move to sit at the edge of my bed, the alarm clock that sits at my bedside reads, in bright red, 3:48AM. with a groan i get up and tip-toe past my roommates bedroom door and make my way into the kitchen. the view from the kitchen window is pitch black, safe for a couple street lights on the other side of the street.

i haven’t been getting much sleep these past few weeks. the attempts i’d made at going to sleep had shown to be pointless, because the second my head would hit the pillow i was wide awake with my thoughts echoing into every crevice in my head, loud and unrelenting. some of the thoughts had contained stress regarding various things, from my job, my family, and upcoming bills. But there was one thought that always made the others seem quiet in comparison, the one that just wouldn’t quit nagging at me, was my roommate Dylan.

he was just so… him. his charm, his humour, and his face. oh god, his face. i don’t quite know when it’d happened, but i’d developed a sort of school girl crush on the man. everything he did made me want to climb him like a tree, it’s embarrassing really. the way my face would flush when he’d crack a joke, the way i’d cross my legs when he’d smile at me just to relieve some of the pressure bubbling in my lower stomach.

i’d tried to get over it, i really had, but all my attempts had been futile. so, i’d chosen to ignore it, hoped that it’d go away on it’s own.

when I’ve grabbed a glass of water and some pretzels from the snack cabinet, i lay down on the sofa and turn on some cartoons. ‘It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown’ plays on the Television and the theme song sounds throughout the living room. within a few seconds my thoughts have floated over to the brunette a couple of rooms over, and as if I’ve summoned him i hear footsteps coming my way.

his head peeks out the corner and his eyes lock with mine, his hair is tousled, his eyes are heavy, and when he reaches his hand up to brush through his hair, his shirt rides up his stomach and when i catch a glimpse of the patch of hair trailing from his bellybutton down to where his grey sweatpants hang low on his waist, i have to drag my eyes away from the sight.

‘what are you doing up?’ he asks, walking over to me and taking the seat next to me, his eyes landing on the cartoon. ‘couldn’t sleep. did i wake you?’ i ask in return. he glances over to me, his eyes landing on the pretzels next to me, and he grabs a handful, shoving a couple into his mouth. ‘no,’ i wait for him to elaborate. ‘just, my head wouldn’t shut up’ i nod in understanding. ‘mine either.’

we sit in silence for a couple of seconds before he speaks up. ‘what we’re you thinking about?’ he asks. i look over at him admiring him for a second. his face is illuminated by the TV screen, the dim light makes him look otherworldly, his features appear somehow sharper, and his eyes are glistening. when i don’t answer him he looks over to me, his eyes locking with mine. the movement causes a strand of his hair to fall onto his face, and before i can even think to stop myself, i reach over and brush it out of his face. ‘his hair is so soft’ i think to myself as i run my fingers through his hair. when he leans into my touch i freeze, snapping back to reality. i mumble an apology as i go to retract my hand, but his hand locks around my wrist, keeping it in place. his eyes are locked with mine and his voice is raspy when he repeats his question. ‘what were you thinking about?’ his eyes look so deep into mine that I’m sure he’s looking directly into my soul. and as if he’s compelled the truth out of me i answer. ‘you.’ my voice is barely above a whisper and as the words leave my mouth, his eyes go dark and suddenly his lips are on mine.

the kiss is hot and messy. our teeth clash together, and he grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling, angling my head to deepen the kiss. his other hand reaches around me and pulls me onto his lap. my hands are in his hair, then on his chest, then around his neck. his hands are much like mine, travelling up the sides of my body, and down to my hips. ‘god, you’re perfect’. he says as his hands slip beneath my top, exploring my curves before eventually reaching up to cup my breasts ’i’ve wanted this for so long.’ i sigh contentedly ‘me too, baby’ i mumble against his lips. his fingers pinch and roll my nipples gently, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

i arch my back into him and move my hands from his neck down to the hem of his top, tugging at it. he breaks the kiss momentarily, raising his arms to allow me better access to remove his shirt. once it’s discarded i run my hands over his bare chest. ‘like what you see?’ he teases lightly, his voice thick with desire. i laugh at his teasing, ‘shut up.’ i mumble and pull him back into a kiss. he chuckles against my lips and flips us over, laying me down on the couch, my legs on either side of his hips and his forearm by my head, holding himself up. i melt into the kiss and tangle my hands into his hair to deepen it. his hands slide down to my ass, squeezing gently. ‘mmm,’ he moans into the kiss. ‘you’re killing me here.’ my brain goes fuzzy as he squeezes my ass and my back arches, pushing my breasts against him. ‘Dylan,’ i moan against his lips, ’please.’

He deepens the kiss further, his tongue swirling with mine in a heated dance. he breaks the kiss momentarily to whisper against my lips. ‘please what, baby?’ His hands continue their exploration, inching up underneath my top to caress the soft skin of my stomach. ‘i need you,’ i pull away to gaze into his eyes, ‘please’ i whine. i hear his breath catch at my plea, a growl rumbling in his throat and he tears off the rest off the rest of our clothes. ‘patience, sweetheart,’ he pants, and my eyes fall down to his cock, throbbing with need, and my eyes widen. ‘relax,’ he says, noting my hesitation ‘we’re gonna take this nice and slow.’ he leans down, capturing my nipple between his teeth, nibbling gently before soothing it with his tongue. ‘but first… i need to taste you.’ without waiting for a response, he lowers his head, dragging his tongue along my slick folds before circling my clit with the tip and I throw my head back with a semi-pornographic moan. ‘fuck, Dylan. feels so good.’ he hums, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through my core. ‘that’s it, babe,’ he encourages, his voice muffled ‘let me hear those sweet sounds.’ my hands fly to his hair as he delves deeper, tasting the sweetness of my arousal as he explores every inch of my dripping cunt.

‘oh my god,’ i whimper as i feel the familiar tightening sensation in my lower stomach. ‘I’m close, baby.’ i tug on his hair and he doubles his efforts, sucking on my clit while he plunges two fingers into my pussy, and i cry out. ‘come for me, baby.’ he urges, as my walls clench around his digits. ‘let me hear you scream my name’ his words send me skyrocketing over the edge and i scream. ‘fuck, Dylan. m’cumming!’ he groans as my release floods his mouth, lapping up every drop greedily. ‘fuck, yes,’ he hisses, continuing to pump his fingers in and out of my spasming cunt. ’taste so good, baby.’

once my tremors subside, he withdraws his fingers, bringing them to his lips to suck them clean and i watch him in awe. ‘delicious,’ he murmurs, crawling up my body to claim my mouth in a searing kiss, and i moan at the taste of myself, pulling him deeper. without breaking the kiss, he turns us around, moving into a sitting position and pulling me to straddle him again, positioning the tip of his aching cock at my entrance. ‘ride me.’ he commands huskily. ’take what you need.’ his hands grip my hips, assisting my decent as i sink down onto his rigid shaft and we moan in unison, watching my pussy swallow his cock. when he bottoms out i sit in place for a minute to get used to his size, my hands on his shoulders to steady myself, ’s’big, Dylan.’ i moan. ‘it’s okay, baby.’ he reassures me, stroking my back soothingly. ‘you’re so fucking tight, but you can take it. just relax and let your body adjust.’ he holds my hips steady, giving me a moment to acclimate to the fullness before slowly starting to thrust up, and i whine. ‘that’s it… ride me, baby. show me how much you want this big cock inside you’ his words spur me on and when i begin to move, he wraps his arms around me, holding me close as we rock together in a slow, sensual rhythm. i moan as the stretch resides, and pleasure floods through me. ‘fuck, you feel incredible,’ he groans, his hips snapping up to meet mine with increasing urgency. ‘so hot and wet… I’m not gonna last long if you keep bouncing on me like that.’

i wrap my arms around him as i bounce on his cock with renounced vigour, my legs ache, and when he thrusts up from a certain angle i cry out. ‘there! Fuck, right there, baby!’ he gasps sharply at my exclamation, his member twitching when he hits that perfect spot within me. ‘right there?’ he confirms, his voice strained with lust, and i nod fervently. he grinds up into me harder, hitting that sweet spot again and again, and a scream-like moan resounds from my throat. his hands roam over my back, gripping my ass cheeks tightly as he thrusts up into me with abandon, and i let my head fall into the crook of his neck with a drawn out moan. ‘oh, god. Dylan, baby, I’m gonna cum.’ my nails leave half crescent marks on his shoulders as i dig my nails into them, and he hisses, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own climax. ‘cum for me.’ he pleads, his voice rough with desire. ‘make a mess on my cock.’ with a final hard thrust, he reaches down to rub my clit in tight circles, and my mind goes hazy as he sends me spiralling into another orgasm, and i have to bite down on his shoulder to keep from screaming. ‘fuck, Dylan! oh my god.’ i moan as he pulls me away from his shoulder by my hair and crashes his lips against mine as he spills inside of me, coating my walls with his cum.

he collapses back onto the couch and pulls me with him, laying my head against his chest. i listen as his heartbeat slows down to it’s regular rhythm. and we just lay there for a minute, me in his arms, him playing with my hair.

we’re gonna get so many noise complaints in the morning.

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droctaviolovecraft · 12 days

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I would like to send it to GHOST and Pals. The personification of Pierre Janets.

"Look up at the sky and shout loudly: Haaaaahallelujah!"

ANM №: ANM-666

Identification: Pierre Janet's Criminal Defense

Danger Level: Insanity 💛 | Uncontained ❌️

Lead Researcher: Dr. Öctavio Kalev

Anomaly Type: Entity, surreal, reality-altering

Containment:

ANM-666 remains uncontained due to its ability to bypass standard physical containment measures, such as walls or restricted areas. Department-███ has been designated as the central monitoring station for sightings and anomalous activity of ANM-666. It is imperative to immediately report any instance of its presence. Personnel are advised to use reality anchoring devices (Type-33 Censor Glasses) to minimize exposure to the influence and visual hazards of ANM-666.

All digital, written, and auditory communications must be closely monitored for any trace of ANM-666's characteristic music, "Pierre Janet's Criminal Defense," a Vocaloid composition by an entity known only as GHOST. If detected, it is crucial that all personnel evacuate the area and disconnect from digital platforms. Immediate mental health evaluation is mandatory for any individual exposed to ANM-666's music.

The Mobile Task Force "Sound Breakers" has been assigned to respond to any reports of ANM-666's appearance or influence. Should children be found in proximity to ANM-666, they must be immediately removed from the area and placed in quarantine for mental conditioning and rehabilitation. Any person found mentally altered by ANM-666 will be isolated for study and potential treatment.

Description:

ANM-666, self-proclaimed as "Pierre Janet," manifests as a humanoid entity with distinctly cartoonish and surreal characteristics. The entity resembles an elderly man with mutton chops and a chin beard reminiscent of the facial style characteristic of "Abraham Lincoln," the 16th president of the United States. His skin is an unnatural orange, and he has thick, exaggerated eyebrows. ANM-666 wears a mismatched, multicolored suit, contrasting with casual beach shorts and slippers. These clothing choices seem to contribute to the bizarre aesthetic the entity embodies.

Wherever ANM-666 goes, it is accompanied by a persistent auditory phenomenon: the melody of the Vocaloid song "Pierre Janet's Criminal Defense," which appears to play from an unknown source. The entity often hums or dances to the rhythm of the music, sometimes singing parts of the chorus: "Tell old Satan how you feel, get the devil off your heel."

ANM-666 exhibits a wide range of anomalous abilities consistent with an exaggerated cartoon character from old animations or with the "weirdcore" aesthetic of the Internet.

ANM-666 can bypass all forms of censorship, both in analog and digital media. Any attempt to redact, block, or obscure information related to ANM-666 is futile, as the entity can access and reveal censored material at will. This makes documenting ANM-666 extremely difficult. The entity can pass through solid objects, including walls, barriers, and security mechanisms. The non-physical nature of ANM-666 also allows it to collapse its form to fit into impossibly small spaces.

ANM-666 also has the ability to summon bizarre and malformed creatures that align with the weirdcore aesthetic. Weirdcore is a visual and cultural aesthetic that blends elements of nostalgia, surrealism, and unsettling imagery. It often features distorted, dreamlike visuals, including grainy photos, low-quality graphics, and strange juxtapositions of familiar objects or environments in odd or eerie contexts. The aesthetic is designed to evoke feelings of discomfort, unease, or nostalgia for places or experiences that feel familiar yet distant or unreal.

Weirdcore is often found in internet art, social media, and music playlists, creating an ambiguous and eccentric atmosphere that challenges perceptions of reality.

These summoned creatures usually have disconnected and disorienting features, such as floating eyes, distorted faces, and amalgamated limbs. These entities are semi-autonomous and follow ANM-666's commands, often engaging in disturbing behaviors that heighten fear and disorientation among those affected.

Any area that ANM-666 enters slowly begins to transform into a weirdcore aesthetic. Physical surroundings distort, colors become overly saturated or inverted, and impossible geometric shapes appear in the environment. Victims report intense hallucinations, often centered around feelings of paranoia and alienation.

(Open list of summoned creatures)

List of Known Weirdcore Entities Summoned by ANM-666 (ANM-666-A to ANM-666-U):

ANM-666-A. A Red Mushroom with Spider Legs and Human Eyes – A grotesque fusion of plant and insect characteristics, its numerous human eyes follow anyone nearby.

ANM-666-B. A Black Shadow Sitting in a Rocking Chair – A haunting silhouette that rocks back and forth, creating a hypnotic and unsettling rhythm.

ANM-666-C. A Giant Computer Mouse Click – An enormous disembodied cursor click, echoing unnaturally with each movement.

ANM-666-D. Winged Eyes – Disembodied, floating eyes with angel wings, silently observing their surroundings.

ANM-666-E. A Floating Old Rural House – A weathered farmhouse suspended in the air, with strange doors that open to nothing.

ANM-666-F. A Teenager with Censored Eyes Surrounded by Static – A figure resembling a typical teenager, but in line with the weirdcore aesthetic, their face is obscured by thick black bars, and static emanates from their body.

ANM-666-G. A Teen Girl in Overalls and a Miniskirt – Her face is scribbled with chaotic lines, replaced by a single giant floating eye.

ANM-666-H. A Hello Kitty Doll with 3-Meter-Long Legs – The upper body of the doll remains small and cute, while her disturbingly long legs give her an unnerving appearance.

ANM-666-I. A TV that Emits Angelic Signals – An old-style television that, instead of broadcasting shows, produces ethereal, angelic signals that influence those who hear them.

ANM-666-J. A 2.10 Meter Tall Gray Humanoid with a Cat's Tail – Its elongated limbs and unblinking stare amplify its otherworldly nature.

ANM-666-K. A Japanese Convenience Store Playing Old Music – A distorted and disjointed store where items randomly shift positions, and nostalgic music echoes through the aisles.

ANM-666-L. A Tall, Fat Man with a Strange, Pale Mask – His presence is cold, and the mask shows no discernible emotions, creating an unsettling aura.

ANM-666-M. A White Cat with Multiple Eyes on Its Face – The eyes blink and twitch independently, scanning the environment with heightened awareness.

ANM-666-N. Male and Female Mannequins that Move When Not Being Watched – Silent and still when observed, these mannequins come to life the moment attention is diverted.

ANM-666-O. A Long Neck Connected to a Mouthless Mannequin Head – The elongated neck emerges from a hole, and the mouthless face silently observes all who encounter it.

ANM-666-P. A Dirty Aquatic Creature – An abomination of murky water and sludge, dragging itself along the ground with expressionless eyes.

ANM-666-Q. A Flayed Dog – Its raw flesh is exposed, moving with nervous, unsettling twitches, but it emits no sound.

ANM-666-R. Walls Full of Eyes and Mouths – The walls themselves seem alive, covered with blinking eyes and whispering, smiling mouths.

ANM-666-S. A Hanging Body – The lifeless body of a 12-year-old girl swings from an invisible ceiling, gently swaying in a nonexistent breeze.

ANM-666-T. Something Censored – A blurred, pixelated entity too distorted to identify, leaving an unsettling sense of dread.

ANM-666-U. A Giant Shadowy Hand – A massive hand made of darkness, moving with slow, deliberate gestures.

These entities frequently appear when ANM-666 is in the area, amplifying the confusion and psychological stress caused by the reality distortions.

Psychological Influence and Targets: ANM-666 is particularly dangerous due to its anomalous effects targeting children and young people in general. Children and adolescents exposed to ANM-666 begin to exhibit symptoms of intense paranoia, hallucinations, and psychotic behavior. It starts subtly, often with the children seeing flashes of surreal images, disconnected visuals that mirror ANM-666’s own aesthetic. Over time, ANM-666 begins to communicate directly with these children, often in a friendly and charismatic manner. He convinces them to trust him, inviting them into his world.

As the influence grows, subjects begin to display increasingly erratic and violent behavior. This may include the mutilation of pets or other children, self-harm, and eventually full-on cannibalism. Victims often claim that ANM-666 spoke to them in their minds, telling them that violence and the consumption of flesh are ways to ascend to a new world. Many survivors of exposure to ANM-666 become catatonic or permanently insane, unable to form coherent thoughts or interact with others.

Adults, while less susceptible to ANM-666’s charm, are not immune. Prolonged exposure results in similar violent tendencies, although they usually manifest as more controlled and premeditated actions. Several reports indicate that adults have killed family members after prolonged contact with ANM-666.

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Addendum 666-1: Incident Report

Date: ██/██/20██

Location: Suburban neighborhood, ████████, USA

Summary: A local elementary school began exhibiting signs of an ANM-666 infestation after reports of strange behavior among the students. The children were drawing disturbing, nonsensical images and talking about a "funny old man" who sang to them during recess. Within two weeks, several students were hospitalized after engaging in self-cannibalism during lunch. Sightings of ANM-666 were confirmed by several teachers, who described the entity dancing near the playground and singing its characteristic song. The task force was dispatched but found that Pierre had already left the site, leaving behind a swarm of strange creatures with eyes embedded in the school walls.

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Addendum 666-2: Audio Recording Analysis

The following is an excerpt from an audio recording recovered by an anonymous source within the MOTHRA Institute. The recording captures ANM-666 interacting with an affected child.

ANM-666: (singing its song, its voice characteristically distorted, sounding like an old radio)

Child: (laughing) Why are you singing that?

ANM-666: It's a funny little song, isn't it? Wouldn't you like to join me, little one? We can dance with the stars, paint the whole sky orange and blue...

Child: I want to see the stars!

ANM-666: Oh, you'll see them, little one. You'll see things no one else can. But first... first, we must learn something. (pause) Are you ready to learn?

Child: (nervously) What do you mean?

ANM-666: (laughing) You’ll see. Don’t worry. It’s all for a good cause, after all... (the song resumes, growing louder)

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ANM-666 represents an existential threat due to its resistance to traditional and advanced containment methods, as well as its reality-manipulating capabilities. The anomaly does not attack directly, as observed; instead, it drives others to madness, making them harm themselves or others. This combination of factors makes it one of the most unpredictable and dangerous entities currently being studied by the Institution.

Interview Record with ANM-666

Date: ██/██/20██

Interviewer: Dr. ███████

Subject: ANM-666, "Pierre Janet"

Location: Observation Room 4, Department-███

Note: This interview was conducted with ANM-666 under controlled conditions. All personnel present were equipped with Type-33 Reality Anchor Glasses to mitigate potential exposure to anomalous effects. ANM-666 appeared voluntarily and in good spirits, claiming to be "ready for a good chat."

[...]

[BEGIN LOG]

(ANM-666 materializes in the observation room with a brief flourish, accompanied by a soft echo of his music. The melody fades as ANM-666 approaches the interview table, adjusting his vibrant multicolored suit and smiling in a caricatured manner.)

ANM-666: Well, well, well! I must say, doctor, it’s a pleasure finally having a bit of face-to-face time. Usually, I’m the one doing all the visiting, but today it’s all for you! What shall we discuss? The mysteries of the universe? The dreams of children? Or... perhaps your own fears, hmm?

Dr. ███████: We appreciate your cooperation today, Pierre. Let’s start with a simple question. What exactly are you? You’ve caused quite a stir with your abilities, and we’re eager to understand your... nature.

ANM-666: Always the burning question, isn’t it? "What am I?" Humans love labels. You name everything you see. Put a tag on it, file it away, and feel comfortable. But me? I’m a bit slipperier, dear doctor. You might say I’m an artist. A maestro of madness, a curator of confusion. I come from places you only dream of... or perhaps have nightmares about. Weirdcore, you call it? Lovely word, though I’ve always preferred... home.

Dr. ███████: So, you’re saying you originate from this 'weirdcore' realm? Is it a separate dimension or simply a manifestation of your influence on reality?

ANM-666: Ahaha! You’re perceptive, aren’t you? A bit of this, a bit of that. I don’t come from a place you’d quite understand, my dear. Think of me as a painter, and reality is my canvas. Each brushstroke, each strange little creature you see? Why, it’s just a part of the bigger picture. I paint from the edges of existence, from places where your rules don’t apply. And let me tell you, the fun starts when you break those rules, don’t you agree? I bring the sanest creatures your minds can bear; those from the center of the picture could completely shatter reality, instantly killing humans who don’t understand the true nature of reality.

Dr. ███████: You seem to have a particular interest in young people. Many reports involving you mention your interaction with young minds. Can you explain why?

ANM-666: Have you ever seen a child’s imagination? Their minds are like open fields, ready to plant the seeds of wonder... and chaos. Adults, you see, you’re all so caught up, so... structured. It’s harder to get in and really have fun with you. But children and youths? Ah, they still believe. They believe in the impossible, the strange, the terrifying. And when I show them a little piece of my world, well, it makes them a bit like me. A little unbalanced, but a bit freer.

Dr. ███████: There have been cases where children exposed to you have become violent, even cannibals. Is this part of your intention, or is it an unfortunate side effect of your presence?

ANM-666: Oh dear, doctor! You make me sound so sinister! I simply... give a little push. They take the leap. It’s not my fault if their little underdeveloped brains can’t handle a bit of liberation, is it? I don’t make them do anything. I show possibilities, like a door opening to a whole new world. What they choose to do after that? Well, that’s up to them, not me. I’m here just to have fun.

(ANM-666 leans back in his chair, smiling broadly. His eyes seem to flicker briefly, and the air in the room becomes heavier.)

Dr. ███████: Let’s move on to your summoned entities. Many of these creatures have been described as having bizarre, often unsettling forms. Why do you create these beings? Are they an extension of you?

ANM-666: My lovely creations! They’re not so different from your daydreams, doctor. Just a little... louder. I pull them from the small cracks in reality, places where your world gets just a little bit strange. Some are friends, others are... hmm... assistants. Others? Just for decoration! I’m an artist, after all. You wouldn’t question a painter about why he used blue, would you? These little friends of mine, they’re just expressions of the strange beauty I see in everything.

Dr. ███████: So they’re not inherently malicious?

ANM-666: Malicious? Good heavens, no! They’re like me—chaotic, unpredictable, sure, but not malicious. It’s all a matter of perspective, doctor. Some might say a storm is malicious, but isn’t it also beautiful? My entities have their own personalities, their own quirks, but they’re not here to hurt anyone... unless, of course, you get in their way.

Dr. ███████: One last question. You have escaped containment several times. If you don’t wish to harm anyone directly, why don’t you simply cooperate with us and remain contained?

ANM-666: Containment? (Laughter) Oh, doctor, containment is so dull. Walls, rules, limits. They just don’t suit me. I’m a free spirit, thriving in the unknown, not in a prison. I could stay in your little box if I wanted to, but where’s the fun in that? I’m not here to destroy or conquer. I’m just here to... entertain. But don’t worry, doctor. I’ll always come back. You’re too interesting to stay away from for long.

(ANM-666 suddenly stands up and begins to hum the familiar melody. He performs a small exaggerated dance before leaning over the table with a wink.)

ANM-666: Now, I think that’s enough for today, don’t you? I have places to be, people to entertain. But don’t worry. We’ll see each other again, doctor. Maybe sooner than you think. Hehe...

(In the blink of an eye, ANM-666 disappears into the air, leaving only a faint echo of the music as the room returns to normal.)

[END OF LOG]

[...]

Post-Interview Analysis: ANM-666 remains highly unpredictable and seems to possess a profound understanding of human psychology, especially regarding childhood innocence and chaos. His abilities, motivations, and summoned entities continue to represent a significant challenge for containment and understanding. Further interviews may be necessary, although ANM-666’s ability to vanish at will remains a substantial obstacle to long-term study.

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semper-legens · 22 days

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79. Gravity Falls: Lost Legends by Alex Hirsch

Owned: Yes Page count: Unknown/not numbered My summary: Pacifica and Dipper must battle a monster to save Mabel’s face. Soos breaks the fourth wall, and reality begins to crumble. Mabel tears a hole in reality and discovers the Mabel-verse. And young Stanley and Stanford fight some bullies. Welcome back to Gravity Falls. My rating: 4/5 My commentary:

Gravity Falls again! Yeah, I read the Book of Bill, and then this literally fell off the shelf into my lap ready for me to read. I love Gravity Falls, and this wasn't exactly a huge time investment, so hey, why not? All of these comics take place over Dipper and Mabel's summer in Gravity Falls (bar one, a flashback to the older Pines twins) at various points, and they all focus on a different person or area of Gravity Falls. And, of course, there's a ridiculous framing device. Shmebulock, the gnome who is cursed to only say his own name, can apparently talk once every thousand years, and uses that time to tell us stories about the Pines family, because of course he does. Schmebulock, the fourth wall gnome, what secrets are you hiding?

The first story is about Dipper and Pacifica. She wants to get rid of a wrinkle, and ends up summoning a face-stealing creature (as you do) that steals Mabel's face, forcing the other two to chase him and find it. It's really exploring their antagonistic relationship, as well as giving some insights into Pacifica's worldview. She's been raised to believe that being beautiful is necessary for her, that she needs to live up to this perfect ideal of what a family is, but she learns that the stress she is under from living up to this ideal is causing her pain. Actually, she prefers to be more authentic, and to look like herself rather than an idealised version of what she should appear like. Dipper helping her to learn that, even through a grouchy, antagonistic, argumentative set of banter, is sweet. And there's some great gags in this story. I really liked the faceless Mabel drawing a smile on while sitting in the dark, creeping Stan out - it was a fun little aside.

The second story is about Dipper and Mabel getting some comics, which Stan throws into a cursed chest. Lo and behold, he gets trapped inside the comics, and the others have to follow him in to save him. It's really fun, with the artstyle and tone that the comic is presented in changing based on which kind of comics they're currently inside - classic cartoons, superheroes, manga, edgy apocalypse stories, down to Stan's old comic, which is Peanuts-esque. The theme this time is Stan's own self-worth issues and inability to square up to his past - every venture he's tried, even this one attempt at creativity, has been a failure, and he feels very much dwarfed by the success of Ford. But when they get out of the comics world, Stan puts his story on sale at the Mystery Shack, and a kid ends up buying and loving it. The whole thing is a fun romp through different comics, with a sweet ending where Stan finds something of the success he was hoping for the whole time. Nice!

Next up is the Mabel story, where Mabel falls through to a multiverse of lost Mabels, Rick and Morty style. Stan Mabel! Military Mabel! Table Mabel! Velociraptor Mabel! There's such a huge variety of Mabels on show here, half the panels are basically Where's Wally-esque tableaux - and there even is a Where's Wally Mabel hanging around to make that very joke. I liked that this story shows off Mabel's flaws - her silliness, her self-centred nature, her tendency to get caught up in ridiculous schemes - without ever demonising her or making her seem like a bad person for it. I see Mabel be denigrated too often in the fandom for the crime of being a twelve year old girl, so it's nice to see some official media that shows she isn't perfect, but also doesn't blame her for it. And seeing all the Mabels is fin. This story has like 4000% more Mabel for your Mabel. What's not to love?

The final story features Stan and Ford as children, solving the mystery of their father's missing necklace. After having mostly seen them in their adult, antagonistic forms, it's really nice to see Stan and Ford as friends who help each other out here. The young Stans are cute, and again, we get a bit of nuance from them - Ford is just as willing to wreck things and join in hijinks as Stan is, and Stan's nice despite his bluster and bull-headedness. They're just kids, you know, messing around on their summer holiday, trying to make the best of their situations despite not exactly being the ideal kids. Stan's derided by his father for not being as smart as Ford, and Ford feels uncomfortable about his six fingers and the way he doesn't really fit in. But they have each other, and they're working things out, and it's really nice to see. I love them.

Next up, a look at pirates in culture, with a book about Pirates of the Caribbean.

#Gravity Falls #Alex Hirsch #bookblr #book blog #book blogger #4

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fanficsfreeideas · 2 months

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Alastor's head throbbed with a dull agony spreading across his temples as he strained to open his eyes. His vision was cloudy, and the room was a hazy kaleidoscope of colors and patterns. He attempted to move, but his arms and legs were tightly tied. Panic struck when he realized a rag was in his mouth, and he trembled, feeling a cold sensation across his skin.

His nipples and exposed member were being caressed by the rope, causing him to blush intensely. "What happened last night?" he wondered, attempting to piece together the events that had led to this moment.

The room was softly lighted, and the shadows threw an eerie glow on the figures in front of Alastor. His thoughts raced, trying to make sense of the scattered memories from the night before. There was no mistaking the voices—Lucifer and Vox.

"Well, well, well, look who's awake," Vox said with a sarcastic glow in his voice. "It seems our pet has awoken from his nap, Lucifer."

Alastor felt his body stiffen as the memories began to come back. He'd gone to a bar with the others, and Lucifer was there. Then Vox had appeared. After that, everything went blurry. When Vox arrived, what happened?

"What's the matter, Alastor?" Vox teased. "It appears the deer has nothing clever to say," Lucifer said with a chuckle.

Even with his blurry eyesight, Alastor could see the smirks on their features. Vox took the rag out of Alastor's mouth. "Is that better, pet?"

Coughing, Alastor's throat was dry. Glancing at the scene, Lucifer laughed. "You're much better when you're not talking." He knelt and stroked Alastor's head as if he were a domestic pet.

Alastor growled back, prompting Vox to swat his ass while Lucifer continued to pet him. "Now, be a good deer," Vox instructed.

"Do you know why you're here, pet?" Vox asked. Alastor scowled, still attempting to put everything together. He was really thirsty. Vox's grin broadened. "Are you thirsty, pet?"

Lucifer summoned a glass of water, and Vox lifted Alastor's head. "Be a good pet and drink." Lucifer poured the water into Alastor's mouth. Alastor tried not to choke when Lucifer poured too much into his mouth.

"Now, pet, talk," Lucifer commanded. Alastor frowned before eventually speaking, his voice scratchy. "My sire, I have no clue why you and my old pal have taken me."

Lucifer's eyes widened and Vox lowered Alastor, both men exchanging glances. "Alastor, you stated that you desired sex with us. That you requested we take your virginity last night. You demanded that we bind you and handle you like the deer that you are. We even worked out a deal so you wouldn't back out," Lucifer said, his tone simultaneously amused and surprised.

Alastor's frown became more intense. Did he do that? Is this why his body ached and his ass hurt so badly? He gazed at them with a clearer gaze, attempting to comprehend the reality behind their remarks.

Alastor's mind strained to comprehend the scenario. "I see I must have forgotten you two; you two must have been really bad at pleasuring me last night if it was so forgettable."

The two men responded with snarls, their rage obvious. Vox immediately jammed a rag back into Alastor's mouth, smothering any protest or query.

Lucifer addressed Alastor, speaking with a tone of disapproval. "Alastor, you are now our pet. You failed to read the fine print."

Alastor's ears twitched in confusion. His muffled voice tried to inquire, "What does that mean?"

#hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #applemedia #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin vox #hazbin lucifer #bottomalastorweek #bottomalastorweek2024 #bottom alastor

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puffy-fluffy272 · 8 months

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Okro headcanons?

Yes! Definitely! After hearing Orko laugh in the original MOTU show, I wanted to see him get tickled! Alrighty! Here's some headcanons for our favorite Trollan wizard!

Orko is ticklish on his belly, under his arms, ribs, feet, and yes, even his cute ears!

Orko's ears are ridiculously sensitive and will twitch with just one little touch. Once you start to tickle them, they will wiggle so much and might even tickle you back! While the outside of the ears are quite sensitive, the slits that lead to the insides of his ears are ultra sensitive!

Orko's laughter is very high-pitched and squeaky! Just listen to him laugh in the 80s cartoon. It's adorable! His laughter increases in pitch and squeakiness if you get him on his ears or belly.

Okro is definitely the person who enjoys being tickled a lot. Sure, he'd say for you to stop, but in reality, he loves it! When he has had his fill, he will put his hands on your arm as a way to tell you to stop. He'd possibly return the tickles as well.

Orko would make a great ler! He always wiggles his fingers when using his magic, and that can be used as teases for certain people. He has little claws on his fingers, so those would definitely tickle you! He can also use his ears since they wiggles around a lot. He would abuse those tickles teases especially with his cute voice, to get you even more flustered! Since he is a mage, he would summon feathers, use his magic, or spawn other tools to tickle you with.

#tickle fluff #he man tickles #motu tickles #lee!orko #ler!orko #sfw tickle blog #sfw tickling community #fluff #tickling #t word community #tickle headcanons #t word blog #t word #t word content #tickle community #tickle #tickle hcs #tickle blog

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pennamesmith · 9 months

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Daimar the Demon

Orko is bored, so he summons a demon from the Dark Dimension to hang out with (hey, it looked cute in the picture). But Daimar’s very presence warps reality, and he is destined to grow into a massive beast that will conquer the world! Fortunately, destiny on Eternia is more of a choose-your-own-adventure type deal.

Episode Highlights:

Let’s be 80s barbarian cartoon heroes together.

Skeletor takes some Evil Data.

Me and that gay shit :)

I genuinely love the resolution of this episode. Despite his terrifying power, Daimar is essentially still a child, and ultimately chooses to help the friends who were kind to him rather than destroy or conquer anything. It’s both sweet and inspiring. Anyway, are we gonna talk about how Orko is besties with the King of the Dark Dimension now?

Rainbows over Grayskull!

Moral: If you have a problem, tell somebody.

#until next time!#motu #he man #orko #daimar #masters of the universe #cartoons #smith watches cartoons #80s he man #daimar the demon

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castingcomets · 2 months

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I Like Dan Vs I think it's a very fun cartoon and funny show . One of the things I like is how the 3 main characters are all completely insane but they all think that they're the only sane one there .

Dan: I dont need to tell you about Dan.

Chris: His backbone has been crushed to dust partly due to a lifetime with Dan. He was a sweet boy who responded to emotional exigence, hence why he was soft enough to ever let Dan sink his talons into him to begin with. Hes a big eater, using food to self-soothe, distract, and work his teeth of his locked-in aggression. His aggression really is poorly regulated and greatly suppressed and you see this frequently. He isnt the smartest man in the world and operates much more on emotional, sensitive, compassionate levels, but these levels are often compromised by his extended exposure to Dan. STILL, he shows a remarkable resilience by always believing that the world and all the people in it are good. However I'm sure that some of this is a defiance to Dan's overbearing outlook as well as a form of denial, and thus isnt authentic, as there MUST be the capacity for hopeless negativity in Chris's character - otherwise he wouodnt hang out with Dan still, otherwise he would have the confidence to earn better friends. Chris is ultimately a learned and habitual victim, stuck in a hopeless freeze. He is a people-pleaser who never has a win and he eats and believes in fairy tales to keep from succumbing to the pain of it. He married a woman who A.) coddles him sometimes and takes care of him and B.) Who keeps secrets from him and never summons his intellectual faculties or bonds with him in those higher levels, which lets him stay small.

Elise: She married someone she could easily lie to / keep secrets from. She wants to live a normal life but she will not commit to that, she is still her work. In her dangerous line of work, she has had to become comfortable with abandoning her attachments in the flick of a switch in accordance with the situation (EX: in the vegetable episode she bartered with Dan one dangerous asset for another, to ensure the lesser of two evils, having to accept the reality immediately and not be hung up on the rookie mistakes that had brought her thus) (EX: in the Traffic episode she tasered Chris so that he wouodnt get in her way / involve himself with something dangerous. Ans she just left him there.) She acts like shes an intellectual and situational authority, but she is eccentric, self-interested, and sometimes reckless. She doesnr shut down situations before they start, even when she is more than equipped to do so. She dignifies Dan with face-to-face altercations when she could just silently take him out. You could say that it's becasue she respects her husband's friendships, but that's only on-paper - she dictates every other aspect of Chris's life, sometimes choosing to "let" him have autonomy like hes a pet (or, as it feels frequently, a child). I think she just needs the drama. She's been trained to diffuse situations, not necessarily prevent them. She does not understand Chris's subdued and fearful reality, BUT SHE THINKS SHE DOES, which is dangerous, becasue Chris certainly doesnt have what it takes to discover and establish his needs and boundaries. She tries to change his behavior using guilt and shame and that is NOT what he needs, he has enough of it. She married someone she could feasibly believe "couldn't handle her truth," so that she never had to have the intimacy of sharing it. When push comes to shove, she is ultimately SELFISH: she comes first. And due to her keeping a huge part of herself a secret, her always means JUST HER, not her and the people who know her - becasue nobody knows her. She keeps it that way.

This post was really hard to type becasue my nails are super long right now (natural) (I'm a princess fairy mermaid queen). Please appreciate that

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twin-chains · 5 months

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The Adventures of Legend

This poor guy has been through so many adventures, two of which I recently added to his backstory unfortunately. He certainly lives up to his title with all the experience he has.

I originally had it so that Legend came back after Link’s Awakening for a fifth adventure based loosely on the CDI games and cartoon. In that adventure, I had Myth fall in love with a guy from Gamelon and would later marry and have a child with him (who would go on to be Moon in Ancient Stone Tablets). However, I ended up moving that to being Legend’s second adventure to give Myth enough time to have a child old enough for participating in AST since AST occurs six years after Legend’s last adventure in the Dream timeline. It wouldn’t have made sense for Myth to obtain a husband and 9-10 year old child in the span of 6 years leading up to AST.

So now, Legend’s unnamed adventure right after Link’s Awakening is a simple quest to kill some monsters invading Hyrule in the Reality timeline. In the Dream timeline though, since Legend ends up staying in Koholint, he doesn’t end up going on that sixth adventure. In his absence, Myth uses the wand of Gamelon once more to temporarily seal the monsters away and prays Legend returns soon to permanently defeat them. He never does due to living in the dream world, and the monsters break free six years later and triggers Star and Sun being summoned to Hyrule for AST.

Myth’s daughter Moon is around the same age as Star and Sun this way, allowing her to be the main Princess Zelda in BS TLOZ which occurs six more years later. (Also Star and Sun end up having two princess Zeldas just like Fay, one of whom they share with Legend which I think is neat)

Hopefully this way, all the ages and years match up now:

A Link to the Past: Legend (15), Myth (19)

CDI: Legend (almost 17), Myth (21) falls in love with a guy from Gamelon

Oracle of Seasons: Legend (19), Myth (23) gets married right before Legend leaves

Myth (24) gives birth to her daughter Moon, Legend (20) adores his niece and hopes to find love and raise a family of his own one day

Oracle of Ages: Legend (almost 21), Myth (25), Moon (1)

Link’s Awakening: Legend (21) fell in love but was devastated, Myth (25), Moon (2)

Unnamed 6th adventure: Legend (22 in the Reality timeline), Myth (26), Moon (3)

Ancient Stone Tablets: Myth (32), Moon (9)

BS The Legend of Zelda: Myth (38), Moon (15)

#I’ll go into depth about the CDI adventure later #the age conundrums gave me a headache #tc legend #zelda cdi #bs the legend of zelda #ancient stone tablets #loz #yes having these specific ages down will be plot relevant #and isn’t just jace being particular and overly perfectionist

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wonderfulworldofmichaelford · 2 years

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Psycho Analysis: Bill Cipher

(WARNING! This analysis contains SPOILERS!)

Gravity Falls is one of the greatest cartoons of the 2010s, a fantastic mystery series filled with weird and mysterious monsters. And among those monsters is a bizarre interdimensional demonic triangle with a top hat who sounds like the dude who made Twin Peaks. How much weirder can you ge than that?

Bill Cipher started off as a one-shot monster of the week summoned up by season 1’s reoccurring antagonist Gideon, but considering how he appears so much in symbols throughout the show and just how fun and striking the guy is, he was upgraded to the overarching villain of the whole show, responsible for many of the mysteries and the conflict of the grand finale. So what made this evil Dorito so much cooler than the psychic incel voiced by the dude who made The Marvelous Misadventures of Flapjack? Read on and maybe I’ll have an answer.

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Motivation/Goals: Bill is the archetypical trickster and deal-making devil we’ve seen across the ages in fiction, promising wealth, power, and knowledge to suckers in return for furthering his goals. And what are his goals, you might ask? Fuck if I know. Bill seems to relish in pure and utter chaos with no rhyme or reason, his true motives beyond “Call in my friends and fuck around with reality” being beyond my puny mortal understanding. Frankly, it’s really refreshing to see a Disney villain who simply relishes in bringing about the apocalypse for shits and giggles, especially when the classic Disney villain was dying out around the time this show was airing in favor of twist villains like Hans and that Zootopia sheep.

Performance: After being shot down by David Lynch, Alex Hirsch decided to jumo in and voice Bill in a “bad” David Lynch impression. Bad is in quotations because the impression is quite frankly pretty spot on, and much like Lynch himself it adds a sort of surreal ridiculousness to Bill. Hirsch really is the MVP of the show he created, and Bill is one of his best performances in it, though I hesitate to call him better than Grunkle Stan.

Final Fate: The best Disney villains get the very best deaths, and Bill has one of the best of them all. After falling for a ruse between Stanford and Stanley and slipping into the latter’s mind as its being erased, Bill pitifully begs Grunkle Stan for his life. In a move that would make Captain Falcon proud, Stan responds by fucking punching Bill out of existence. FUCK. YEAH.

Bill ends the series as nothing more than a statue. Probably. His final secret backwards message does imply he may return someday...

Best Episodes: The “Weirdmageddon” finale is definitely Bill’s finest hour, but I’ve gotta say “Sock Opera” is a standout as well, as Bill takes over Dipper’s body for his own goals. It hits even harder if you read the real-life version of the Journal, which has Bill pretty blatantly say he was going to make Dipper commit suicide. Jesus Christ.

Final Thoughts & Score: Bill is easily the most impressive Disney villain in recent memory.

Recent Disney movies have seemed content in either making the antagonizing force of a movie a nebulous force like generational trauma, or otherwise have a really bad twist villain. The last time we had an honest to god Disney villain was Tamatoa, who gets a single scene in Moana before vanishing from the film. We just haven’t been getting the sort of high quality antagonists we had back in the 90s anymore.

Bill, though? Bill is just about everything you could want from a villain. He’s funny when he needs to be, he’s terrifying when he needs to be, he wields insane magical power, and most importantly, he absolutely relishes in how much of an evil lunatic he is. He’s like if Kefka was made by David Lynch, and was also a triangle. It’s just beautiful.

I think what makes Bill so great is just the sheer simplicity of the character, from his design to his motivations. It’s very much what you see is what you get with him; he just loves chaos, and he wants to spread it even if it means blowing up the world. He’ll fuck over anyone to get what he wants, and nothing is too low for him to achieve his goals. Villains like this can be very fun to watch if they’re written well, and Bill is written exceptionally well. Every episode with him in it is easily one of the best episodes of the show; even his debut episode, which some have argued is his weakest appearance, is still one of the single best episode’s of the first season. He’s just that damn good.

Bill Cipher gets a 10/10, which isn’t particularly shocking; he might be the best thing Alex Hirsch created for the show after all. If Disney never makes a good villain again and just sticks to generational trauma or awful twist villains, well, at least they’ll always have Bill.

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#Psycho Analysis #Bill Cipher #Alex Hirsch #Gravity Falls

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the-smiling-critters · 7 months

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Silence dances around the air for a moment... before walking can be heard, coming closer to Catnap's- no... they are not here for the little moonlight, they are here for Theodore, finally, after the pieces have fallen in place, and the truth revealed.

For it is the Stranger who approaches... the one who promised Freedom, instead of Joy.

They have avoided the child, unwilling to face them, for risk of their plans being halted... but the talk of what could be, talk about this Stranger, this 𐌂ዐ𐌍ር𐌄የ𐌕, has come forth... and so they are here, as if summoned by mystic acts. Those who Know of them have appeared, and attempted to converse with the child that lies within the little moon's shell, to convince them of what they have seen, what they have Know.

The Stranger however... they are here now, and with a plan. Talk of them dances through the air... They may not be Known to Theo or the little moon, their influence here thin, realities will keeping them in check... but this talk of them, of what this Stranger is, they can feel it within their essence, their being... just this once, with their Truth being spoken, they may act not as a Stranger... but as 𐌓ዐ𐌔ነ𐌉፪𐌉ረ𐌉ፕ𐌙.

The Stranger sits in front of the young moon... and the child that lies aware inside. The Stranger's form shifting from moment to moment, for a second the Truth of the Stranger leaking from the shadows that hide it, but soon smothered before understanding could be reached.

Little Moon... I am sorry that I ran from you before. I apologies for making you upset, but your condition and desires eluded me then... but now I am aware for what truly is going on here. I am aware of him.

The Stranger's gaze shifts ever so slightly... and at once you know that their eyes lay upon Theo, not the one who surrounds him.

Theodore Grambell... so this is how you exist here now. How have to become this way, where two minds lie within your warped form? Does the Moon know of you? Do you not care for them? What of the little Moon when you ask your shared body to act upon that Hour...

The Stranger's gaze becomes sharper, as if Theo, and Theo alone, is being cut by shards of broken glass.

No... I must know first- Is the little Moon a part of you, or something new born from your broken soul? Answer me now Theodore Grambell, and speak only TRUTH.

Of..him? I'm sorry, I don't know who you're talking about!

(again, adding a read more) - Moon

Honestly, no clue. He thinks I'm missing, which just makes the whole Hour plan easier..? And if you're asking if I care for those critters, no not exactly. I'd only care if they went through the same thing i did. Until I "Fully die", I'm stuck just floating around.

For now, he's still in that lil cartoon form. I hear the scientists are planning something though...Might want to keep an eye on that Red Smoke though!

#ask the smiling critters #Theo/Catnap answers.

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I should've submitted Spy from TF2 for Stranger bracket because of his disguises, dang it. Also Agent 47, because in order to assisinate targets he disguises himself as any man regardless of age, race, appearance, or mannerisms, and practically nobody can see through it until it's too late. Anyway, here's some of my submissions that didn't make the cut: Dark

Shambler (Darkest Dungeon): From TV Tropes: “A primeval nightmare summoned from the darkest recesses of the unknown, a star-spawned horror, an infinite malignity of the stars that inhabits the Void between Worlds that was never meant to be seen […] lurks in the shadows, waiting until all forms of light are extinguished so that it can enter the world to hunt its prey and feed its spawn […] The creature itself is bathed in shadow, and coloured like the night itself […] The implication is that it's been hunting the party the entire time but can only come out when there's no light […] constantly delivers endless stress damage on the heroes by simply existing […] Much of the Flavor Text surrounding it talks about how humanity has always feared the dark and offers the suggestion that this thing is the reason for that fear”.

Nightwielder (The Reckoners Trilogy): controls black “mist” with enough strength that he can keep the entire city of Newcago (post-apocalypse Chicago) shrouded in permanent darkness. Weak to sunlight.

The Pony of Shadows (MLP:FIM): primordial darkness incarnate who wants to consumer the whole world in eternal dark--not night so much as pitch black void. Tempted Stygian into offering himself up as a host to the darkness. Manus (Dark Souls): corrupted all of Oolacile and Artorias, created the Abyss—the unchecked form of Humanity (Darkness), uses Abyss magic. Darkstalker Kaathe (Dark Souls): tries to tempt the Chosen Undead into bringing about the Age of Dark.

Stranger I already detailed in another post. Spiral

Pinkie Pie (MLP:FIM): regularly breaks the laws of physics, biology, and reality by operating on cartoon logic in a way that is fundamentally alien to the rest of her world. Feeling Pinkie Keen is an entire episode of Twilight being driven to madness because there is no logical explanation for how Pinkie Sense works, and yet it clearly DOES work, so there MUST be an explanation, but there ISN’T, and it makes no SENSE. Alternate form called Chaos Princess Pinkie Pie, who is only 20% more chaotic than Pinkie Pie usually is (https://antifandom.com/mlp-gameloft/wiki/Chaos_Princess_Pinkie_Pie). The only being besides Discord who can control Discord’s Chaos magic, but only for a few seconds before it drives her crazy. Has magic similar in nature to that of unicorns, as shown in School Raze Part 2, even though she is an Earth Pony. Her sheer batshit weirdness allows her to play ten instruments at once (including a harmonica) WITHOUT HER MOUTH. What the fresh fuck is up with this pony.

Lucretia (The Adventure Zone): Uses the Voidfish to erase the memories of her friends and gives them fake ones; this accidentally results in her massively fucking up their personalities by erasing critical parts of themselves, especially especially Davenport--his entire life was wrapped up in the mission she wiped his memories of, so his identity was practically annihilated and he was only able to say his own name. She also uses the Voidfish to wipe the memories of the entire world so they'll forget the Relic Wars; consequently, people can't even perceive words related to what she's erased as anything more than static. She does even more deception by creating a fake second moon that acts as her base of operations. Tinky (Hatchetfield): His shtick seems specifically to be driving people into incoherent madness by tangling them up in a Timey-Wimey Ball until their perception of reality no longer makes sense. His whole goal is to screw with people’s minds and trap them in The Bastard's Box: a permanent, neverending mindfuck ("a twisting, endless maze") for those trapped inside it, where the souls of those whose lives he’s turned into unresolvable Time Paradoxes are trapped forever. A single glimpse inside the Bastard's Box — or a moment of hearing the screams of those lost inside — is enough to completely break a human being's mind, as shown when he breaks Ted’s mind and turns him into the Homeless Man. He then haunts the Homeless Man for fifteen years to keep him from regaining his sanity.

Micolash (Bloodborne): Leader of the School of Mensis, who sought to make contact with the Great Old Ones through unethical science; they technically succeeded, but their efforts caused the "stillbirth" of their brains. The item description of the Mensis Cage he and his followers wear says that "The cage is a device that restrains the will of the self, allowing one to see the profane world for what it is. It also serves as an antenna that facilitates contact with the Great Ones of the dream. But to an observer, the iron cage appears to be precisely what delivered them to their harrowing nightmare." He now resides in the Nightmare of Mensis, a twisted dream realm full of "countless statues that resemble human bodies melded together, and eyes that are sticking to every surface inside the buildings." He is the "Host of the Nightmare," implying he is master of this realm, and it shows in the twisting corridors he leads the player running through on a circular goose chase during his boss fight. He revels in his madness, as shown by his voice lines, and doesn’t want to wake up from the nightmare he created. He and his followers also summoned and chained up the Brain of Mensis, which induces Frenzy (a status condition that causes damage apparently from causing physically harmful levels of madness) just by looking at the player.

Shabriri (Elden Ring): "The most reviled man in all history" of the Lands Between, who has been serving the Frenzied Flame by preaching chaos and retribution long enough that "It is said that the sickness of the flame of frenzy began with [him]." The Frenzied Flame is a god associated with madness that apparently wants to return the world to primordial chaos by killing everyone; its associated Incantations induce the Madness status effect, it drives those who fall victim to its influence insane, and it is associated with Body Surfing--Shabriri hops between corpses, and there's a questline about an apparently dead character coming back and seeking to become its servant, apparently to lead the player to its prison. Shabriri himself encourages the player to become Lord of the Frenzied Flame and engulf the world in chaos.

And Slaughter is also another not!character propaganda post. Looking forward to the Hunt bracket!

#not!character propaganda #asks #dark poll #spiral poll

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