Im sorry wizards. For trying to start a war with you. If Im honest, as an old boney soldier, i just miss the old wars and I guess by trying to start a new one I was trying to rekindle the old glory days. Im a fool and stuck in the past. Hopefully I can be forgiven and skeletons and wizards can be friends.
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I have very little care for if a person is "good" or "bad" as long as they do good things tbh. I dont care that youre thinking up 100 ways to kill a man rn as long as you choose to act kindly in real life. Well maybe i just wish this was how everyone approached morality and essence or whatever because i am talking about myself
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omg type 6 alt havers unite???? omg??? eyes emoji??? what are they like? what are their defining characteristics? i need to know. eye emoji eye emoji
ok i have a little mini-fic i wrote that's basically the department of temporal phenomena giving an overview of type 6s that i'll link below (keeping in mind they're not 100% reliable narrators tho), but to give an even more abridged description:
type 6s are all the "sleeper agent" alternates like adam. they all got "activated" (referred to in-universe as "reversion") in chapter 11 of cut down the altar! in addition to adam, i've also got an oc named delilah sharpe that i sometimes mention as basically a more average kind of type 6
much to alt!gabriel's displeasure, they pretty much all decided to hold onto their humanity rather than fall into the alternate hivemind, and as a result they're not officially considered a threat to humanity, and following the end of cdta! they've been slowly getting re-introduced to society.
physically, they all have varying grayish skin tones, and in general have lost most color from their bodies. it even mildly affects the clothes they wear. they all have black sclera and white eyes, as well as very small horns (u can kind of see delilah's, but adam's are completely covered by how fluffy his hair is)
many have a gloomy disposition, partially from guilt a lot of them have from their alternate instincts hurting those around them pre-reversion, and partially from mourning the loss of the humans they truly thought they were.
anyway uh. this was supposed to b abridged i think? here's that mini-fic i mentioned for further reading:
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We have so many Alberich clansmen straightup mentioned in gamefiles, 3/5 have been shown (Clothar, Caribert, and Kaeya as the only playable alberich) while the 2/5 (Antforas and Kaeya's bio father, unsure if 2 diff people yet) are mentioned, and then there's Pierro who might also be an Alberich just based on similarities with Kaeya's design.
that's a lot of notable Alberich clansmen with heavy lore impact right there. What did they feed this clan?
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🎃 trick or treat 🎃
HI HI don't mind this being late :3
for you my dear anon, i think I've got something good in here... *rummages around in a comically large trench coat*
oooo! ive found some spare pissa in this pocket! lucky you!
philza is one of the few natural hybrids on the island. he's a crow, obviously, with big beautiful midnight black wings. he soars above everyone else's heads from day one, the sunlight glinting off his wings. its why he lives on the wall, he just likes being high up.
when the federation took him in, they clipped his wings. so he could still glide, but could no longer fly properly. they also fucked with his memory during the procedure, so trying to remember what exactly happened is next to impossible. he's not even sure he had wings before coming to the island.
missa is a human, like most of the other islanders. when he gets kidnapped by the federation for genetic testing, he doesn't go home afterwards. he wanders the land, hoping to somehow find a way that he can prove his skill to his husband and son.
he collects dogs along the way, but they may only follow him for a chance to chew on his arms. he rattles around the forest, no longer fearful of the skeletons that surround him. they don't fire at him anymore.
he returns home, unrecognizable to his husband now if not for his voice calling out for him to please lower his sword, and the large midnight black feather hanging around his neck.
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had to spend my stupid break stupid inside in the stupid break room today because it's stupid -7°f outside
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