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Someone once complained in Reddit that people tend to treat Levi like Marina's silly, awkward boyfriend OR a broken child (edgy) soldier who search refuge in numbing his pain, and his character is so dark bla, bla but NEVER the two of them at the same time.

And that's kinda relatable yk? People usually think I'm a silly, white aura, "you're too innocent to understand" kind of child OR an edgy, serious, "I thought you were rude", kind of a bitch that uses overcomplicated language to make people feel more stupid And NOTHING in between.

Like- The worst part is that I'm neither but ig it's the two sides of being autistic (???

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My Funger Termina HC (pt 6)

Hey! There's finally the last part of the bunch of HC I had on a chat waiting to be translated. This part has a lot of pav but also some other silly things about the others, I hope you like it!

Since le'garde is most likely kaiser, we can assume he has knowledge of engraving (since he's like 400 years old and marina, a common occultist student knows how to) I like to think that he forces his officers to engrave their bodies with sigils of gro-goroth, GOFAH, etc.

and pav is one of them. He has a scar of the sigil of gro-goroth on his back. He really didn't want to ask what the hell they were marking him with, he just accepted immediately to win his superior favour. If any chick asks him what that scar is, he just tells them it is for protection or an old tattoo, even if he knows that's bullshit.

Talking about getting good graces from his superiors: I don't doubt a second that Pav has earned a good part of his rank by getting laid. It was a matter of fighting for months and risking his revenge (and life) or letting a fat, old Bremen bastard grope him for a night.

Teen Pav was too enraged to even stop and think the answer. Though, he is still remembering it with shame and disgust. Clearly you don't get to be a lieutenant with one time, but pav only remembers blurry one time or two. (Also, most of the time low ranking soldiers don't even receive anything in exchange. Just an order and consequences if they refuse)

Pav is 38 years old, he's Belorussian and has grey eyes.

I don't really get why people say that pav has a Russian accent. (Outside my own HC of what country would be voronya) he lived in Germany since he was at least twelve, probably did the military school and joined the army with a bunch of Germans when he was at least 18 (I doubt that, though. Kaiser wouldn't have more nerves than the eastern union, pav would join the army around 12-14 years old during the first world war) if you have a second language and speak it more than your mother tongue, you'll slowly forget it. That often happens with immigrants.

Now let's think that pav probably couldn't speak voronyan with anyone and couldn't let anyone know he wasn't Bremen, he probably perfected his accent the best he could by the time he formally was in the army. Y'all get my point?

Levi probably would despise Pav (sorry pavlevi shippers :b) from him being patronizing, unpredictable and cynical to the simple fact that he's a lieutenant (of the Bremen army, no less. Which he was indoctrinated to hate and those who killed his comrades) and wants to run from anything related to the war.

I feel like Levi is one of the most likely to let pav die after he gets injured along with Caligura, Marcoh, O'saa, Samarie, Henrik, Tanaka and Marina. (Most of them aren't mean, just think the world would be better without pav, they're afraid of him or just don't give a fuck) BUT there are better chances of him saving pav than them because of the instinct of not letting a soldier bleed out rather than because he likes him.

Also, Levi is probably paranoid about being found by the eastern union and getting shot for deserting. It isn't probable in Prehevil but heroin and withdrawal messes your head, yk?

Just like Levi wasn't illiterate but definitely didn't have a good education and Daan only learned by being autodidactic, pav was from a humble village and a farming family, he also didn't have a formal education but more like his sisters taught him to read, write in a pretty scrip handwriting and count (yes, sisters. I think he had two older sisters and was a mommy's boy) after the massacre, pav started to read more about history, politics, all the investigation of occultism he could find to try to understand what Kaiser wanted but outside that he hardly got interested in reading literature. Mostly because all the books allowed in Bremen were propaganda or boring as hell.

Pav is actually more smart than he lets the people know at first sight, he just chooses to play around.

If we're real, marcoh would be one of the least educated in Termina, he could go to school only until 5th grade (10 years old) before his parents die and he had to look after him and his sister. Unlike him, his sister did go to high school because marcoh was more stable by the time.

August and O'saa didn't go to school at all, they're just that good (august didn't have a stable home but he likes to read novels and research and O'saa didn't have enough money to afford an education)

Henrik, Tanaka, Olivia and Abella draw pretty well. Henrik likes surrealism and vanguard. Tanaka likes to draw portraits and landscapes he saw in his trips, he usually hides them because his family says it is shameful and a waste of time. Olivia learned how to draw her research, she's good at copying the things she sees but doesn't really like to.

Samarie used to draw shady, messed up things as a child but the nine circle took all her materials so she could never improve that much. She really liked drawing though :(

So, talking about the relationships between the characters: if we are realistic, marina would totally hate Samarie. She looks incredibly sick (mentally and physically) she stutters more than she talks, she locks herself in the train and oh, yeah, she killed Marina's father because she thought she would be better without him and stalked her. I could continue but we get it. I'm sorry to all the samarina fans but the game would be more realistic if marina just screamed that she's going to smash samarie's skull into the pavement if she follows her one more block. (All the things I say about these ships are not personal, btw.)

Probably marina, samarie and O'saa hate each other to death even if they're all wizards.

O'saa considers Marina a rich, privileged brat playing with things she's too dumb to understand and praying to dead gods. Marina hates O'saa because he's bitter, cruel, rude and an asshole to resume. She thinks he doesn't see enough value in the human beauty like literature, magic or life. Samarie just hates O'saa because he hates Marina, idk.

I like the idea of Daan being friendly with everyone (except Karin) but I especially like the idea of him OR Abella taking Levi as their little novice and if they both survive, they'll give him a home and teach them their office. (Blue collar in oldegard or medicine in Rondon)

levi might as well end up in the house of Karin, at least for a while. He could learn a little about politics or even get into journalism or writing. And I feel like trying to take care of a young man so deeply affected by the war and misery, even if in a rough way, is in character for her. (Like the soldiers on the back of Valkyrie)

Please, I yearn for more fics with Levi deciding to stay with Abella in öldegard because she knew he was a homeless young man deserted from the army. Levi gives me the vibes of an electrician, a mechanic or a welder (especially a welder, I won't justify my answer)

I like to think that depending on who the player is, black caleb would call you a different slur. That bitchass goat despises you (and he despises all the humanity, for that matter)

I already established that Pav was an alcoholic to cope but he also smokes a lot. It's a habit he got from trying to take as much "smoke breaks" as he could when he was young.

O'saa really likes the taste of European Licor but misses some of the fermented drinks he had in his country, the closest thing he found is beer but it's not the same.

Karin only takes whiskey, mostly because she has to impose herself in her work and feels like "girly" cocktails would win her mocks. She really likes martinis, though.

Levi would drink anything you give him without complaints but doesn't drink that much but Marina was a heavy drinker in Vatican city, and when she did her snake bites they got infected and nearly had to take them off.

Tanaka is definitely an alcoholic, more about stress and the habit of drinking until ending up nearly blacking out after work.

Caligura doesn't drink, that old bastard has liver problems.

I think that some of the characters have broken English, super thick accent or are just slightly worse than average like marcoh, Levi, samarie, and Caligura.

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Hi, I really love your termina head cannons and how well you actually explain them. Also your art style is really cool :))

We could maybe do an art trade if you want to? (Also leaving it non anonymous because of that)

OMGGG YES! I've never really done an art trade before but dm me!

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Not having time for fungering so having to post actual drawings of mine is heartbreaking ughhhhhf

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Hey guys!! I hate this painting I had to do for my high school art class but my teacher liked it so I hope you too

This was a burying of a gaucho, a costumbrism painting or something

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PART 2!

Ugh I thought Tumblr let me post more sketches than 10

Does this count as a trauma dump?? If yes, I'm sorry

Hey guys!! I really feel like drawing helps me when I'm feeling bad so I end up with a lot of vent art. I actually like some of them but never post them bc I feel like "it's too much" but... It's Tumblr anyways so ig it ok(?

TW: non sexual nudity, gore, suicidal imagery, self harm, alcoholism, sorry if I forgot something :b

PART 1!

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Hey guys!! I really feel like drawing helps me when I'm feeling bad so I end up with a lot of vent art. I actually like some of them but never post them bc I feel like "it's too much" but... It's Tumblr anyways so ig it ok(?

TW: non sexual nudity, gore, suicidal imagery, self harm, alcoholism, sorry if I forgot something :b

PART 1!

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Heyy, I was bored at a math exam so I drew that "you're gay" meme with funger 1, and also here's some random sketches (some translations of my handwriting and side notes of the HC on ALT)

And here's the termina girl's body HC (srry for Olivia, I was so tired), my himbo funger termina oc that I never ended, and a drawing I made in my birthday but never post it even though I think it is nice Xb

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Long live to mermay! This was actually one of the fan fics that helped me to cope with one of my low moments in this year and I'm just so happy that you uploaded!!

Also, I could yap hours of funger fan fics bc some of them actually left a mark on me (modern man tradicional medicine, hollow ribs and hollow bones, etc) I just love this fandom and all the awesome artists in it xb

For mermay I have decided to upload my fic, Do You Believe the Depths Would Harbour You? to Tumblr. It can be read here or on AO3 and I hope to have the next chapter completed this month.

Chapter 3: Wilco

Endless black, so thick and hard to breathe it felt more like tar being pushed over her gills than water. Marina couldn’t see anything that might have been lurking in the dark or her passenger holding on for dear life in her arms. Talking might have offered some reassurance to Levi, but her voice caught in her throat and no words came forth.

Pressure kept mounting and beastly creaking reverberated through their bodies, the echoes of a long dead behemoth battering their skulls. The dark forces of the depths didn’t make her want to flee like it did last time; it made her want to submit. Let the black claim her and become something that even the abyssal things dwelling below feared, something that was more than human and less than animal.

Marina pushed those feelings aside and pressed on as fast as she could; she wasn’t the one in danger of drowning after all. At least she was making better time than on her last visit. Seized by the unnatural undertow calling them to return to the depths, her new aptitude for aquatic traversal doubled their speed.

It wasn’t long before the altar’s green hue offered some faint illumination and Levi went stiff as the monument’s gaping maw came into sight. The primal terror wormed it’s way back into her heart that was now hammering in her ears and Levi’s eyes darted about looking for some means of escape.

Marina fought back the sentiment that she should prostate herself before the carven idol and beg for a place in its kingdom of bottom feeders. She knew that if she just asked they would both be accepted into its loving embrace. It was only the boy awkwardly hooked through her arms that kept her grounded, the desperate and pained look on his face a reminder that he had put complete faith in her.

Levi was using the hand not clinging to her to squeeze his nose and mouth shut with as much force as he could muster. She had stressed the importance of keeping a lungful of air until they reached the bottom and he was dutifully following her instructions, resisting the painful burn in his chest and the icy terror gripping his heart.

The ritual circle approached fast and Marina saw a faint glint from the dagger she left behind. With a fluid motion, she swiftly pivoted just above the stone floor and let go of Levi to grab the knife, leaving him to gently float down the last few inches.

The ex-soldier braced himself on his hands and knees as Marina circled him, her movements serpentine and body completely washed over in harsh green. She looked far too alien and otherworldly flickering between black shadow and shades of unnatural green. A slight reflective sheen and scale pattern on her human features was easy to miss if one wasn’t paying close attention, but became stark in the altar’s eerie light. Her eyes appeared glazed over and unreadable, lithe and martial with the dagger held deftly.

Levi held out his hand in understanding. There was no trace of doubt in his mind about her ability or intentions and he barely winced as she took his hand and slashed across his palm. An expertly made cut from years of occult training; it was shallow enough to avoid serious damage but deep enough to cause a generous amount of blood to well up.

There was no time to waste and he hastily smeared the injured hand on the altar beneath him, the urgent need to rid himself of the stale air afflicting his lungs spurring his movements. Finally he released his breath, a large cloud of bubbles streaming from his lips breaking into smaller ones until they dissolved into the darkness.

Levi curled in on himself in dread of what was soon to follow. He met Marina’s eyes, looking for any hope or reassurance and the occultist’s heart ached with sympathy. She understood his fear, the pain they had to subject themselves to with no guarantee they’d make it out the other side. The knowledge of how little they understood, how insignificant their existence was to the powers that be, the sheer indifference to their plights. She had seen the haunted stares of those that worshiped the Old Gods and how often they purged themselves of human warmth and compassion to be able to tolerate it all.

Even in the best case scenario they would both never be the same again, physically or mentally. Maybe Levi had less to lose than she did, or maybe never having much of a choice was crueler. Either way, the only thing she could do for him now was encourage him to keep going. But Marina would be lying if she said she wasn’t morbidly curious how the ritual worked; she hadn’t seen the actual process herself last time.

The void in his lungs was a vacuum that had to be filled and the sheer mass of the lake bearing down on him couldn’t be kept at bay. He screwed his eyes shut and tried to inhale, jerky sputtering coughs racking his body. A nervous excitement buzzed within Marina as she watched the boy convulse in pain from the tainted water flooding his system. Some perverse mentality had lodged itself within her that felt eager to see him drown. Excited to see him become something other than human like her after the fight went out of him.

Levi rapidly lost his composure and instinctual panic overtook him as he flailed, a strong kick managing to push him off from the bottom. She shot forward and harshly grabbed his ankle to drag him back down. An uncoordinated foot swung past her head and she dug her claws into the sturdy boilersuit fabric with a low growl forming at the back of her throat.

If he couldn’t remain in place for the ritual then she would make him stay. She roughly maneuvered him beneath her body and tried to find enough purchase to pin down his limbs as he struggled, every movement oddly slow and heavy underwater. There was no way he could fight against Marina’s piscine mobility with her tail snapping and whirling as she forced him down. Levi threw his head back in his thrashing and knocked painfully into hers, the solid collision against her skull causing a sharp ache to blossom behind her eyes.

The occultist grimaced in frustration as she placed a forearm over his mop of black hair to roughly shove his face into the stone beneath them. Her head still smarted from the impact and the throb of a developing headache squeezed at the front of her brain. Levi kept struggling, though he was growing feeble, small arcs of aborted movement resisting restraint as Marina’s heart beat harder and harder. She relished the strength she exerted over him, terrified of the pride she felt for successfully catching and keeping a grip on wriggling prey.

What was wrong with her? How could she take any delight in his suffering and abject terror? The intrusive thoughts had burrowed their way into her since she first got the idea to bring Levi to this horrible place and it frightened her how little her reactions seemed to match what was happening.

Marina briefly considered letting him go before she dismissed the idea as foolish. It was far too late for him to back out and she pressed down harder as her hands trembled, uncertain anything she was doing was of her own volition. Darkness crept around the edges of her sight as she developed tunnel vision on Levi’s clear panic and his last vestiges of resistance. The sight of his jerky movements going slack caused her heart to lodge itself in her throat and she felt lightheaded as her headache pulsed in her skull. Her splitting migraine pounded harder and harder as her stomach did flip flops from nausea. Endorphins, adrenaline, satisfaction; her new body turned traitor during what could be Levi’s terrifying last moments.

Marina’s vision continued to distort from the stress of the deed and the painful throb behind her eyes, rushing away from her and blurring into colours she had no names for. Creeping vines of stygian black crawled in from her peripherals and choked out all remaining light. Her strength flitted away as it claimed them, mind uncomprehending when the black swallowed them whole.

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She was floating in nothing, hearing nothing, seeing nothing, and feeling nothing. Not a twitch of her fingers or itch on her nose, her body was nothing. Adrift in an endless dark sea unconstrained by linear time, she had once again returned to the ancient dream. Her worldly concerns were left behind with her body as her spirit drifted content and free.

It was inaccurate to say she was dead because that would imply lines of causality with befores and afters. She was simply disconnected from every physical body she had, accepting of everything that was and will be.

Until she wasn’t.

Piercing agony lanced through her brain, claws straining between the hemispheres as something tried to force its way out. She couldn’t even scream while sharp talons dug upwards inch by inch. Brain matter slipped and buckled as clawed fingers broke through, splitting open a nonexistent skull as a stream of static spilled out.

“̵̝͍̩̕M̸̖̓̈́a̸̠͇̜͆̅r̶̢̰͆̑̊ĭ̷̓̚ͅn̵̜̭̔̄a̴͚̣͐̎à̸͈̠̈a̸͚̟̋̀…̸̳̞̚.̷̰̣̀͜.̶̻́͠͝”̷̹̈́̈

The voice slithered out from the hole in her mind and painfully reverberated through her synapses, though it sounded oddly familiar and warm. It spoke in inhuman guttural sounds with an undercurrent that sounded like a voice that belonged to someone she knew.

̀͏“̛̉I̛͗t̍͘’̐͞s̵͛ ̵̂w̡̑o̡ͫn̎́d̉͢ę̔r̴ͩf̄̀u̸ͬl̨̈ ͩ́w̉̕h̀͡a̶̽t̶̂’̶̍s̴̑ ̑͢ ͪ͘h̚͞a̛ͪṗ̛p͗͡ȩ̚n͐͟ę̋d̔͞ ̧ͬt̡̎o̓͞ ͫ͞t͊͠h́͞e͛͝ ̛̿t̵ͯw̑͜o̓͞ ̈͏o̸ͭf̢̑ ̴̋ȕ̀s̴̾,̏̕ ͣi̾̀şͬn͐͡’̃͠t̸ͭ ̵͐ì̧t̡ͥ?̶̑ ͨ͞O̴̽ú́r͆͘ ͛̕ȏ̸l͐͜d͂́,̡͑ ̸ͣú͢s͌͡e̿͢ļ͊e͊́s̓ş͂ ̷͐ŝķ͋i̔͞n͆͜sͫ̕ ̽́h̡̚ȁ́vͬ͏ê̡ ͌͏b̍͢e̾̀e̎͘ǹ͏ ̂͝d̷̆ī̧sͪ́ç̓aͯ͏ŕ̡d̵̉e̸ͣd̾͢ ̋̀aͥ͢ṅ̷d̐͘ ̊͟a͑͜ ͂͏n͊̕e̔̀ẇ͟ ̨̾w̨͒oͮ̕r̶ͪl̵̎d̢͗ ͩ͡a̸͒ẅ́͜aͫ͜iͧ̕t̴͗s̢͋ ͩ̕u͒s̛̔.̢̓ ̶ͫY̸͛o͛͝u̎͘’̔͟v̢̍e̶̅ ̿͏s̵̀eͣ̕e͋͞nͫ͠ ͦ͟tͭ̕h̔͘eͮ̀ ̾̕d͊̕a͆͞ŕ̕k̷͌n̽͟e͌͘s̾̀sͥ͝ ̡ͨh̵̀a̍͝nͨ͝ģ͑i̽͠n̆͠g̡̈ ͗͏a͊́b̏ǫ̏v̈́͡ȩ̎,̴ͬ ̷̓ȟ͡ȅ͞å̴r͐͢d̢ͦ ̷ͤa͗n̨͂d͗͠ ̷ͬf̴͋��͢l͛͘t̔͡ ̨͑tͬ̀h̴̓eͯ̀ ̎͝tͬ͝h̵̃î̢n̷͛gͯ͠s̸ͧ ̸̃ş̈́c̵̄ưͩt̢̎t̷̐l̛͂i̒͝n̓͠gͣ͢ ͆̕ ̴ͪįͨn͗ ̋͘t̛̓h̽̕eͦ ̧̍s̡̈h̛̆ả͜d̛ͧoͧ͟w̎͜s͊͠.̷ͨ ͤ͝T͊h̨̾eͩ͞ ̶ͥşͮe͒͞c̆́rͨ͡e̡ͦtͤ́sͮ͜ ͂͞i͑͞t̋͜ ͛͟w̃̀h͒͞i̎͡s͛̀ṕ̴ę̋r̃͟s̴̿ ͤ͢t̑̀o̧͐ ̂͜y͗̀o̵ͯuͦ.ͬ͢

̴̔Ǻ ͌͘s͊̀p̡̆ē̡cͦ͝iͨ͡ȧ̸lͥ͠ ͣ͝p̸͛l̡ͥa̔͢c̸̏e̾͢ ͦ͘i̷ͦn̶͛ ̷́i̧ͫt̶̾s̨̉ ͭ͞ḋ̴o̎͟m̸̐aͣ͠ỉ͢nͨ́ ̢ͥa̽͡w̨ͣą͊i̊̕t̨̀s̉͏ ͭ͠p͛͞e͌͏ô̷p͑͏l̢͋e͑͟ ̐͠l̸̈i̊͝k̍͞e̵͗ ̵ͣú̵ś̵.̧̄ ̶͑W̄͘hͦ͢ä́͜t̎̀ ̇͘ằn͐͘ ̊͢a̅͢m̧ͣa̷̓z̉́i̴͑n̆͢g͑͟ ̍͜gͭ͞i̴ͣf̡̂t͆́ ̆͘w̷͑e̢͐’̷͊v̨͌e̓͠ ̸ͯbͯ͜ėe͑nͨ͘ ͬg̊́i̧ͦv͒͝eͮ͘n͊͠.͆͠ ̴ͣB̴͊u̶ͨẗ̷ ̵̽i͒͜t̵̅’ͥ͞ṡ͘ ̏́aͬ̀lͬ͟r̍i̊̕g̑̕h̓̀tͭ͟ ̨̽i̚͘f͒͞ ͤ͘y͐͘o̡͑ů͢ ͂͠ḑ̚oͪ́n̄̕’̐͏t̆͞ ̃̕f̷ͮe̡͛ě̴lͯ̀ ̊͏t̴̋ĥ̴a͆͡t̑́ ̧̓w̢̆aͥ́y͗͞ ̵͂y̅͟e̚͏t̢ͮ.̴̐ ̢ͬIͣ͝ ̵͛a̽͟l͋͜ṡ̴o̾͝ ̓̀f̃̕e̐́lͣ͘t̵̆ ̓͟h͂͡ō̶rͩ͘ř̴iͤ͝f̛ͮi̛̋ë̢d͌͟ ͂͘ǎ͝ṅ͜d̡̒ ͗͟r̓͞ę̾p̍͢u̸ͮl̸͑s̨͋e̴͆d̡̓ ̂͏ȃt͐͜ ͥ͟f̷̃iͮ͠ŗͫs̢͛t̿̕,̿́ ̅͝b̸͊e͆̕f̓͝o̷̿r̵͐e̸͐ ̈t̴ͮh̃͟ě͏ ̽͢ç̓aͧ̀l̨̀l͛́ ̶ͨb̡̆e̴ͦc̵̎aͥ͏m̚͝è͞ ̀͜t̴ͦoͥo̊͢ ͒͜s̴ͨt̶ͤr̶ͯo̡ͯn̷̂gͬ͞ ͧ͟t͛͝ǫ̚ ͤ͝i̸ͯg̴̉n̴̏o̸ͦr͂̕ȩ̉.̾͏ ̽͟Bͦ͏é͟f̃͘ỏ͡ŕ̸e͛͝ ̶ͣI̧͆ ̧̎s̈͏a̸̓w̍͜ ́͘iͬ̕t͌ŝ́ ̨́w͒͢o̡͐n͐͘d̛͂ě͟ř͏sͬ͢ ͨ͘fͩ͝o̴̎r͛́ ͨ̀m̶̾y̴ͮsͥ̀eͭ͡l̸̑f͆͘.̷̃”̂͢

She wanted to protest, yell, or at least clutch at the agonizing wound these words were pouring from. With no physical form to speak or fight back with, she could do nothing but endure the blades of sharp static digging into her mind with every syllable.

̷̏“̢ͥT̨͐h̾͘o̎͝s͌͠e͊̕ ̌͘f̷̈o̽͝o̶̊lͩ͜sͮ̕ ͐n̑̀e̛ͨv̴ͥęͧr̀̕ ̵̃s̄͢a̽͢wͩ͢ ̶ͤw̧̌hͫ͡á͞t̛ͩ ͗͞y̢͛ǫͣu��̀ ͤ͢t̵͛r̶ͯuͣ͜l̴̋ỹ́ ̸̿ẃ͢e̶ͫr̈́e̛͂ ̉̕ö́͏r̡̊ ͤ͝w̢͐h̑́ąͬẗ̀ ͋͘y͊̀o̽u̧ͣ ̂͟w̅͜ē̢r̷ͤë̢ ̢ͪc̴͋a̷ͨp̢̋a̴͒b̽̕l̏͜e͆͝ ̡̏oͬ͜f̓͜.ͫ́ ̿͘Bͣưͫt̾͢ ̀͜I̛̓ ̑͡kͬ͝nͫ͡o͐̀w̡̽ ̆͜wͩ͏hͫ́o̶ͭ ́͝y̒͠oͯ͝ȕ͡ ̛̾à̛rͥ̕ẻ͢.͐͜ ̢ͥH̛̽ȍ͜ŵ̸ ͒͞y̢ͩơͣuͮ͏ ̴̅w̄́ȇ̴r̡̈e̸̓ ̸͌d̆̀e͆͟s̴̋ṫ͠i̇͞ņ̐eͭ̀d̄͘ ̴ͣt̂͘o̸ͪ ͛͏t̴ͪã͠k̛͋eͨ͡ ̵ͪy̨̍o̵͊u͋̀rͨ͟ ̢̑p̵̅l̸̑a̴ͨcͦ͘ē͟ ͥ̕b̡̒y͊͞ ̴̈m̋͘y̒͝ ̸ͩs̸̓ì͝d̨́e̷ͥ ͊̕aͣs̨̓ ͂͞tͩ͡h̨ͮeͤ͝ ̽͟l̽͠i̾̀g̽͝h̉͠t̓͡ ̑͏ơ̈f̴̀ ̌͢t̀̀hͦeͧ ͭ̕a̷ͣb̧͌y̛̅s̶͐sͧ.̊̀

̿̕T̸́h̆͢eͯ͟ ̨͐c̊͏o̶͒n̛̔n̛̉e̴ͯḉt́͠ì̡oͤ͏nͭ̀ ̌͟h̓͠a̶͆ŝ̨ ̸̂b̈́̕ė̸eͧ͢ņ̉ ͨ͟f̆͜ō͜r͛͡g̈́e̢͛d̶ͣ ́̕a̶ͫn̿d̓͏ ́́Í̡’̏͘l̡̒l̈͢ ̛͒b̨͆eͪ͜ ͛́w̛̌a̷͌iͯ͢t͗͟į̾n̡ͨģͫ ̌̕f̛̓o͊͞r̢͋ ̵͊ỷ͘oͩ͞u͂͏ ̵̾M̸̊ȧ͠rͣ͠i͂͜nͧ́ą̔…̐̕

̏͜…ͣ͞i̴ͭn̛ͣá͢…̿̀”̢̊

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“….ina…

…Marina?”

A hand was gently shaking her shoulder, its movements careful and light to avoid touching her with its pointed claws. She groaned and clutched at her still throbbing head as she got up. The hand withdrew and she saw that it belonged to Levi, his torso bare with flexing gills stretched over exposed ribs. When the fog clouding her mind cleared enough for her to put together where she was, relief washed over her at seeing the ritual was successful.

Marina had never seen him in anything but the musty army uniform for the short amount of time she’d known him and she sadly noted the smattering of nicks and scars accumulated over years of hardship. But most significant was his lower body, the same dark green as his coveralls, long and coiled like a snake around him. He had taken on the appearance of an eel below the waist and a fin ran from between his shoulder blades down the length of his body.

Levi shifted uncomfortably but didn’t dare move from his position. The extended length of his new aquatic half seemed unwieldy without the muscle memory to direct it and he remained unsure how to proceed. Shrinking back, the ex-soldier avoided eye contact with a guilty expression.

“I’m sorry��”

“Huh?” Marina wasn’t sure what he was apologizing for.

“I didn’t mean to knock you out.” He started to scratch at the inside of his arm but thought better of it when he felt the sharp rake of his claws. “I know I was supposed to stay in place for the ritual, but I panicked and you ended up getting hurt.”

She wasn’t convinced the Levi induced head collision was to blame for her nightmare. Marina had spent too much of her life studying the occult and history of the dark arts to brush off the experience as just a bad dream, no matter how comforting believing that would be. Not after she felt the malice embedded in the static. Especially not after the nightmare on the train.

“No, I should be apologizing. I did basically drown you,” Marina said.

She kept her retort glib and hoped a waver in her voice didn’t betray the depth of shame that was hiding behind her words.

“You were just doing what you had to. There were plenty of times in the army I had to hold someone down to help the medic…” Levi trailed off. “Umm… yeah. Here, I think you dropped this.”

He retrieved a pearl that had rolled a little ways away on the stone floor to give back to her, holding it gingerly between his fingers as though he was still unsure how to use them. The pearl was flawless, though oddly coloured like rust that had been polished to perfection. Marina had found it on the other side of a Rher sigil within one of the shambling creatures of his realm. It was really pretty for something that came from such a foul place so she kept it, but it must have fallen out of her shirt pocket during the commotion earlier. Levi handed it back to her and the gesture felt significant in a way she couldn’t explain, like some of the eerie vibes it gave off had been dispelled.

“Thanks. I’ll probably need to find something better to hold it before I lose it again. Too bad my purse is still on the train. It’s a shame, it was really cute and even matched most of my outfits.”

The conversation topic seemed too frivolous in the current atmosphere, her out of place words filling in the empty space only reinforcing the eerie dread she was trying to stave off. It occurred to her she was being inconsiderate towards the boy that had only been sweet to her by focusing on her own problems; he prioritized her concerns enough as it was.

“But enough yapping about myself, how are you feeling?”

Levi tried to shift his weight, but how the unfamiliar muscles making up the length of his body responded to his direction still perplexed him.

“Weird.”

He was going to have to relearn basic motor control for his new eel-like body, preferably not around mounds of corpses.

“I’ll bet,” Marina said as she took his hand and surged upwards. “Let’s walk and talk. This place still gives me the creeps.”

His body uncoiled like a spool of thread as he was pulled away from the depths with his long tail trailing behind uselessly. It lacked a tail fin and wasn’t oriented in a way that an up and down motion made sense and Marina figured her own knowledge wasn’t applicable.

Whatever. She was sure he could figure it out as they went.

Levi took a guess and tried to move his lower body back and forth like a snake, adding some of his own lift as the waters around them got brighter.

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Unpopular opinion: Keep my small-to-medium fandom, which deals with sensitive topics and gore, away from a social network full of teenagers with attention spans of less than 10 seconds.

Sure, Funger isn't niche anymore, but I don't want the characters to become fanonified and even more tasteless rape jokes than there already are.

I hate tiktok... can I post Enkiramus without someone debating Nosramus' gender or asking if Enki and Nos are siblings in the comment section

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My Funger Termina HC (pt 5)

Since I already talked about Levi, here's Daan's turn + some random things about other contestants of Termina.

Tw: grooming/sex cult(??

Daan wasn't formally processed in any gubernamental organization when he was a child. No last name, No born certificate, No documents or passports, a ghost for the state. His parents were nomades and went from orgy to orgy, no need to pay taxes or get any public service outside the Sylvian magic. He doesn't even know his real name since he was called different nicknames by all the cult members and doubts if Daan is his real name or just a pet name that his mother gave him.

It's not like he could go and ask her.

("My name? My mother called me Daan, my father called me Däniel, you can choose"— temporarily joined party talk at the slums [paraphrasing what I remember])

So when he came to the baron's mansion, he adopted Elise's last name and Einer moved some threads to give him documents like a false certificate of education, birth, etc. And register him as a Rondon citizen.

Daan really likes cine and art but he's the kind of guy who would say that he can't even draw a circle (which now is basically true, because his sense of depth is screwed since he can't get used to the recent loss of his eye) He also likes playing billiards and was a great host for the von dutch parties

Abella would be really good at drawing since she learned how to make plans and perspective (especially in the final B, where she literally studies astrophysics)

He's a 10/10, probably the most attractive man in the whole train. Slightly androgynous, thin and tall (1.70m), English accent but capable of talking (at better or worse levels) a couple of other languages he learned along his travels with his parents when he was a little kid.

Daan has a skin care routine (or the closest common thing in 1939) with even more steps than Elise herself, he was kind of a trophy husband.

Also, Abella would like to have the same time to self care because she feels insecure about her excess of body hair due to Polycystic ovary syndrome (PCOS) and the scars from work accidents but don't have time enough.

Marina, Pav, Tanaka, Caligura and Olivia would also take a lot of time to take care of their image(Tanaka has to look clean for his business), Karin barely brush her hair. Marcoh and Henrik would do the minimum, soap, cologne, etc. But Henrik would have a little beard.

levi, samarie and august would wash their faces with the very same soap they use on their balls or not even have the time to shower. (Yeah, I like intersex samarie, actually)

Since Daan was in a cult until his preadolescence (13-14) he never has a formal education, he learned how to write using Sylvian's skin bibles and trying to find the letters some sense at Sylvian's mass.

Even though, he learned some decent vocabulary, at least enough to make jokes and medical terms. When he was young, he used to grab a dictionary and memorize some 'hard' words to sound enough cult when he was around Elise to 'impress her' (Elise thought it was funny because she always knew all of them since she was like 6 years old)

He never really liked to read except medical books and maybe dark police novels, when he didn't have a man bleeding out in his arms at war. Talking about that, he was a maniac that constantly burned out trying to save all the soldiers in his hands, yelling at them to keep alive in the middle of the adrenaline and pressure of the battlefield. He also felt guilty that he had to be rude and merciless because of the lack of time and the excess of injured 'patients')

Talking about Elise, it's pretty clear that Daan was awfully manipulated by the von dutch. He was the most yielding, obliging and non consciously submissive husband that you can imagine. For him, Elise was almost ethereal and divine, and you can bet that he never stopped being a mere servant to them.

Even when he married her at 20 years old and lived together for 5 years until he was reclutiered, they never stopped treating him like some kind of butler, never like a equal. If Elise wanted something, Daan obliges because he always felt in debt with both, Einer and Elise for giving him a nice and normal life. They made him someone, they gave him a roof to sleep and nice clothes to wear, they even gave him a beautiful and loving wife who will fix him. He owes them everything, how he could refuse?

In sex, Daan could NOT touch Elise without her explicit order. Not like normal consent but like if it wasn't for her exclusive satisfaction, it wouldn't happen. After all, how could a pleb touch a noblewoman indecently? and even though he was married, he was still a pleb dressed in fine clothes.

Elise was so fucking creepy and weird when she was a teenager. She was a year older than Daan but unlike the boy, who was friend of almost all the other servants and was charming to all the baron's guests whom he was entrusted to attend to personally, all the sons of nobles had a certain reluctance to her unless she was with Daan to make conversation.

They were a pretty 'modern' (weird as fuck rich brats) and open group of young men and women, they hired prostitutes (some of them knew Daan, which always was uncomfortable) and talked about sex with disturbing detail. They were all pretty fond of Daan but after the death of Elise no one contacted him or offered condolences. They were friends of the noble lady, not his.

Also, clearly as the day, Einer groomed young Daan to the point that remembering the baron's voice freezes his blood.

most of times, Sylvian's lessons were as theoretical as he could, but more than once he was forced to give Einer 'demostrations' of the healing magic. flagellating daan and making him cure among other 'proves' that it was real. Einer was pretty much a horrible sadistic, just like Elise but way less hidden.

Anyways, because it's worth repeating, Daan deifies the von Dutch and would deny any kind of damage to his psyche. Blank soul things, I guess.

(I apologize for my awful grammar, English is not my first language and I suck at it :b)

Also, sorry for updating this part so late. Stay tuned because the part 6 is gonna be Pav (probably)

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I think the cult of the old gods is way less popular in funger general population (outside ocultists) so I assume the majority is devote to alll mer and knows very little about souls and gods (like Henrik treating is soul type like zodiac sign in his talk in the train and the simple fact that some soul types condemns you to be a bitch or suffer)

And yeah, you can see a felatio in alll mer church but I think it would be seen as an act of dominance so ig homosexuality would be treated like in Rome or similar (not particularly informed, sorry) were, either, it was acceptable only if the most powerful man tops and the other bottoms, or maybe just the bottom is discriminated since he is being 'sodomized' or something.

Is just a thought anyways, sorry for my grammar, my English suckss

since Sylvians whole thing is like free love and sex and pleasure, then how or why are people homophobic in the funger universe?

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Happy weed day

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Miss manía

This is actually based on real photos of me, but I wasn't sure if it was ok to post them cuz I'm a minor so I paint them like in the medieval ages lmao

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Not gonna lie, I'm a sucker for these false ads and magazines, I love it mmwoaoaoaoaooa

An interview with Marcoh Santoro for "The Hexen" magazine

Transcription below:

> So, we're curious to know: how was for you to have Daniël as a sudden makeup ad co-star?

"Daan's surprisingly good at these things and really chill too, it was a good photo session. You see, he's from the fashion field, so yeah, let's say he's a natural at it. A nice experience!"

> And about the rumours? You know they kinda keep going and specially after the advertisment for "White Angel".

"Ah, those rumours." Marcoh averts his gaze for brief seconds. "I think it all started when I met him at Milan's Fashion Week. I was invited and he sat next to me, we chatted during all the event and eventually we got closer but that's all. I often commission him and we're good friends."

> The ad for the makeup brand "White Angel" seemed to evoke different opinions from your fans. What do you think about it?

"Well, I know my fans opinions and I take them into account, not all of them, of course." he laughs. "I think some of the opinions are too harsh, like, it's just an advertisement, no need to say such mean words. I am what I am and I won't change myself to fit other's perspectives of myself."

> The public want to know: would you ever talk about your sexuality? This may cease some of the discussions...

"All I can say is this day isn't going to be today or soon."

> Marcoh Santoro, we are also curious to know about your professional life: any spoiler of your next role?

"A little spoiler won't hurt, right?" Marcoh chuckles. "My next role will be something really different from my previous ones. Fans know me for my strong side, for starring in action movies and for receiving and giving some jabs, but this next one surely will cause some strangeness. Can't say I'm not nervous for the public's reception, but let's see. I hope my fans enjoy this other side of me."

> Last question: what do you expect for the future of your career as an actor?

"Being honest, a little bit of peace. Don't get me wrong, I love acting, I love portraying characters and bringing them to life, I would never get bored with it. Either way, I can't deny that sometimes all the fame haunts me. Paparazzi, rumours about my private life, harsh words and very rude opinions about me and even my family, these things; I really wanted them to stop but, yeah, there's little to nothing I can do to make these stuff end. "

> Thank you so much for accepting being interviewed by us of "The Hexen" magazine! It was a pleasure to have you featured here!

"Thank you! It was a nice interview, lovely setting and the 'The Hexen' team is incredible. I'm always up for interview opportunities! Again, thank you!"

the art was made by my friend @hwaast , thank you so much again, i don't know how to thank you more 💜

magazine page edit by me

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Having insomnia due to not stopping thinking is low-key funny bc TF YOU MEAN YOU WONDER WHAT ARE THE PSYCHOLOGICAL IMPLICATIONS OF DRINKING WARM MILK TO SLEEP?? GURL STFU I DON'T CARE WHAT'S THE BODY TEMPERATURE OF A COW IT'S 3 AM!!

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Man, I swear I have a part 5 of the termina headcanons that are mostly Daan half translated... but school is a dick, and it's fucking me (idk if that joke makes sense in English ok?) be patient, I'm so mentally fucked up