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Destiny 2 Guardians:
[main] Hunter: Alira/Archangel, (in game race) Human (female)
{Represents two hunter OCs of mine, either referred to as Alira or Archangel depending on who I'm talking about. Context will be in the Destiny page below}
Warlock: Thal, Exo (male)
Titan: Yomi, Awoken (female)
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★ Summary: A Compilation Of Headcanons Featuring Salesperson ENA Being Separated From The Reader As You Are Trapped In The Lonely Door
★ Commissioner: @namosaga
★ Character(s): Salesperson ENA (ENA: Dream BBQ)
★ Genre: Headcanons, SFW
★ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!
★ Image Credits: @JoelG
The respawn hits like a headache. Not the polite kind, either—no, this one’s jagged and cold and lonely in all the wrong places. ENA blinks back into the Hub, blinking and blinking until her triangle pupils shake from the strain. Something’s wrong. Something’s missing. “Where’s my associate?” she demands, red-side first, voice a silken pitch of mock-customer service panic. “Where’s my contractual companion? My deal-partner, my emergency exit buddy?” Froggy doesn’t even glance up from the clipboard. “Back already, huh? Good. Got another job for you. Big smoke issue. Very urgent. Big big fog. Go do the thing.” “No. No no no—I felt them behind me! I grabbed their hand—!” Meanie side takes over mid-sentence, volume flaring into a banshee scream. “WHERE IS THE BATHROOM BASTARD!? DID THEY GET SUCKED BACK IN!?” Froggy snorts. “Probably stuck in the Lonely Door. That’s what happens when you hesitate.” “You call this hesitation?! I TRUSTED the algorithm!” ENA screeches, arms flailing as her shadow elongates weirdly behind her, puppet-like, cartoon loops of panic glitching around her legs. “SEND ME BACK IN!!” “It’s a one-way valve, you neon ferret. Can’t un-flush a dimension.” But ENA is already pacing in figure-eights, her red side babbling like a hotline agent mid-breakdown. “We must file an appeal. Get a Genie. Get a mannequin. Get GØD. We cannot leave them. They are still in there. With it. With that. They’ll be all… cracked.” Froggy mutters something about caffeine and overtime, but it barely registers. ENA’s claws dig into her temples, yellow side twitching, blinking, muttering: “I didn’t mean to leave them. I didn’t mean to. This wasn’t in the pitch deck…” Even for a Salesperson, some deals hurt too much to walk away from.
☆ The Door doesn’t swing shut—it clenches. Clenches its thin muscles like the mouth of something divine and bored. ENA’s voice flattens into a hum, just shy of hopeful. “Let’s conclude this endeavor, shall we?” she offers with a tilt of her head, but her eyes don’t match. Her pupils are missing again. You don’t have time to ask where they went. Your legs are cubes now. You can feel the vertices.
☆ It begins like static in the bloodstream. You blink and your hand is a jpeg of a hand. ENA turns toward you and grins—Salesperson, all customer service and plastic cheer. “Not to worry, asset decay is standard in unscheduled transitions. Just think of it as… modular.” You try to scream. It renders as a corrupted flute trill.
☆ “YOU LOOK RIDICULOUS,” Meanie blurts, voice warping, lips out of sync. “FIX YOUR STUPID BODY ALREADY—WHAT ARE YOU, A YOUTUBE THUMBNAIL?!” It’s the closest thing to a plea she can muster. ENA is glitching too. Her torso duplicates and overlaps, one frame behind the other. She stumbles when she laughs. You see her blood is orange now. No—it’s loading.
☆ The hallway outside the Door is collapsing like an unraveling .zip file. Textureless walls crumbling and folding underneath itself. ENA’s hat drifts past you, and she doesn’t notice. Or maybe she left it behind on purpose.
☆ “You go ahead, I’ll catch up,” ENA says. But she says it while stepping backward, smiling with the kind of smile that doesn’t want to be watched fall apart. You beg her not to leave. She shrugs. “It’s not abandonment. It’s automation. You’re simply stuck in the wrong instance.” Her voice cracks. She was never meant to stay.
☆ You watch your own mouth vanish. There’s no time to panic before ENA—not the one you knew, but the mannequin she’s puppeting—shudders to life in the main world, glitching and sputtering before she’s finally cut free of her binds. Froggy, grumpy as ever, berates her: “Quit being so unprofessional, people will get the wrong idea! What even happened?!” ENA doesn’t answer. Her eyes are looking at something else. Something behind Froggy.
☆ In the Door’s fading echo, you hear the sound of typing. Dozens of voices speaking in code. “If statement. Boolean value. Body = NULL.” ENA tried to hold them together, but she was losing cohesion. Her model couldn’t keep up. Her limbs lagged in and out of place. You then realized—too late—that she was never supposed to bring you this far. And she never expected this outcome.
☆ As Froggy chews her out, ENA’s head tilts and she whispers: “There’s something still inside. I left them. I had to. I didn’t want to be unmade.” She wrings her mitt-shaped hand with her clawed one. “You’re mad, right? I should’ve stayed?” Her voice warps with guilt, skipping like a scratched DVD. Froggy stares. Then mutters: “…You’re not even here.”
☆ In the Door’s final light, you see ENA one last time. Not as a whole, not even as halves. But as shards. Her voices no longer alternate—they collide. “I’ll save you—” “NO I WON’T—” “What’s your pain point—” “SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP—” The Door slams its fleshy arms shut like a final period on a sentence never proofread. Silence echoes like a scream with nowhere to go.
☆ Back in the hub, the casino gleams. Froggy stamps forms. Business resumes. But sometimes, the lights flicker. ENA’s body twitches. She grins and spins her cap. “You look like someone with a lot of unresolved data.” she says to herself. You’re not coming back. But ENA watches the Door anyway. Because maybe. Just maybe. The save file is still corrupt, but not deleted.
And guess who was inspired by this. Have my own little addition to your masterpiece, @pukefactory.
____________________
“Don’t leave me in here again,” she begs in both voices, harmonised, like a hymn and a siren.
You press your forehead to hers and whisper, “Then don’t disappear on me.”
If only it was that simple…
…
“You see, I heard the Door you are at is about to close right now. That means you may get trapped in there, you know?” Froggy mentioned over the phone (if you can call that red cup and string a phone, but you’re used to that by now. It’s the least weird thing you’ve seen).
∃NA was completely unphased, as if Froggy was simply telling her the weather. Her red side responded. “Well! It’s time to be that one drop inside that ocean full of opportunities! Am I right?”
“AH. Sure, sure. I forgot you have your sale’s tricks” Froggy breathed. ∃NA’s reassurance seemed to be all Froggy needed to drop any concerns he may have had, if simply for the return of a worker. “You really are good at those, aren’t you?”
The world was so grey after you two had turned the smoke off. Literally grey. Sickly. A world so full of bright flashing neon lights had turned into the fallen ashes of Pompeii in an instant. Silence rang out, lumbering in a scene once full of noise; your ears ringing as if trying to replace the grand symphony that defined this world only moments ago.
Wrong.
The world began to look like a mere concept. A world simply full of assets, used and unused alike, in some sort of twisted video game. You two traveled towards the door.
You can feel something in your body twitch. At first you thought it as just a reaction to this world’s distortion. But then the twitch grew. Into an itch. Into a burning. Into a fire that grew so hot it quickly became a tingling numbness. You looked down.
Polygons.
Polygons slowly were slicing through you. No, they were growing on you. From you. Around you. And not just you. The others too. The other people- the other assets. And looking up… they were forming on ∃NA too.
Wrong.
wrong. Wrong. WRong. WRONG. WRONG. WRONG.
Your heart hammered. Your breathing quickened. You weren’t sure what was happening but you wanted it to *stop*!
___________
Time no longer ticked. Or it ticked very slowly. Or every quickly. Every nanosecond stretched out into a thousand years. Or did every thousand years pass by in a nanosecond? What was time?
You were everywhere. You are nowhere. You are a dying universe, expanse as vast as infinity. You are the heart of a pin-sized black hole, matter packed away tighter and tighter and tighter. Every atom zings and dances, enranged and screaming like a swarm with a dying queen.
You felt your pinky finger twitch. You have no pinky finger.
Where was ∃NA? It hurts, your consciousness screamed into the expanse, a whisper in the broken code. Silence rings back at your formless existence. Deafening silence, thunderous as a war drum. Why wasn’t she here with you? Were you simply left abandoned? To be separated atom by atom and code by code? Did she manage to escape? Should you rejoice? Should you mourn? You don’t know.
★ Summary: A Compilation Of Headcanons Featuring Salesperson ENA Being Separated From The Reader As You Are Trapped In The Lonely Door
★ Commissioner: @namosaga
★ Character(s): Salesperson ENA (ENA: Dream BBQ)
★ Genre: Headcanons, SFW
★ Warning(s): None - Completely Safe!
★ Image Credits: @JoelG
The respawn hits like a headache. Not the polite kind, either—no, this one’s jagged and cold and lonely in all the wrong places. ENA blinks back into the Hub, blinking and blinking until her triangle pupils shake from the strain. Something’s wrong. Something’s missing. “Where’s my associate?” she demands, red-side first, voice a silken pitch of mock-customer service panic. “Where’s my contractual companion? My deal-partner, my emergency exit buddy?” Froggy doesn’t even glance up from the clipboard. “Back already, huh? Good. Got another job for you. Big smoke issue. Very urgent. Big big fog. Go do the thing.” “No. No no no—I felt them behind me! I grabbed their hand—!” Meanie side takes over mid-sentence, volume flaring into a banshee scream. “WHERE IS THE BATHROOM BASTARD!? DID THEY GET SUCKED BACK IN!?” Froggy snorts. “Probably stuck in the Lonely Door. That’s what happens when you hesitate.” “You call this hesitation?! I TRUSTED the algorithm!” ENA screeches, arms flailing as her shadow elongates weirdly behind her, puppet-like, cartoon loops of panic glitching around her legs. “SEND ME BACK IN!!” “It’s a one-way valve, you neon ferret. Can’t un-flush a dimension.” But ENA is already pacing in figure-eights, her red side babbling like a hotline agent mid-breakdown. “We must file an appeal. Get a Genie. Get a mannequin. Get GØD. We cannot leave them. They are still in there. With it. With that. They’ll be all… cracked.” Froggy mutters something about caffeine and overtime, but it barely registers. ENA’s claws dig into her temples, yellow side twitching, blinking, muttering: “I didn’t mean to leave them. I didn’t mean to. This wasn’t in the pitch deck…” Even for a Salesperson, some deals hurt too much to walk away from.
☆ The Door doesn’t swing shut—it clenches. Clenches its thin muscles like the mouth of something divine and bored. ENA’s voice flattens into a hum, just shy of hopeful. “Let’s conclude this endeavor, shall we?” she offers with a tilt of her head, but her eyes don’t match. Her pupils are missing again. You don’t have time to ask where they went. Your legs are cubes now. You can feel the vertices.
☆ It begins like static in the bloodstream. You blink and your hand is a jpeg of a hand. ENA turns toward you and grins—Salesperson, all customer service and plastic cheer. “Not to worry, asset decay is standard in unscheduled transitions. Just think of it as… modular.” You try to scream. It renders as a corrupted flute trill.
☆ “YOU LOOK RIDICULOUS,” Meanie blurts, voice warping, lips out of sync. “FIX YOUR STUPID BODY ALREADY—WHAT ARE YOU, A YOUTUBE THUMBNAIL?!” It’s the closest thing to a plea she can muster. ENA is glitching too. Her torso duplicates and overlaps, one frame behind the other. She stumbles when she laughs. You see her blood is orange now. No—it’s loading.
☆ The hallway outside the Door is collapsing like an unraveling .zip file. Textureless walls crumbling and folding underneath itself. ENA’s hat drifts past you, and she doesn’t notice. Or maybe she left it behind on purpose.
☆ “You go ahead, I’ll catch up,” ENA says. But she says it while stepping backward, smiling with the kind of smile that doesn’t want to be watched fall apart. You beg her not to leave. She shrugs. “It’s not abandonment. It’s automation. You’re simply stuck in the wrong instance.” Her voice cracks. She was never meant to stay.
☆ You watch your own mouth vanish. There’s no time to panic before ENA—not the one you knew, but the mannequin she’s puppeting—shudders to life in the main world, glitching and sputtering before she’s finally cut free of her binds. Froggy, grumpy as ever, berates her: “Quit being so unprofessional, people will get the wrong idea! What even happened?!” ENA doesn’t answer. Her eyes are looking at something else. Something behind Froggy.
☆ In the Door’s fading echo, you hear the sound of typing. Dozens of voices speaking in code. “If statement. Boolean value. Body = NULL.” ENA tried to hold them together, but she was losing cohesion. Her model couldn’t keep up. Her limbs lagged in and out of place. You then realized—too late—that she was never supposed to bring you this far. And she never expected this outcome.
☆ As Froggy chews her out, ENA’s head tilts and she whispers: “There’s something still inside. I left them. I had to. I didn’t want to be unmade.” She wrings her mitt-shaped hand with her clawed one. “You’re mad, right? I should’ve stayed?” Her voice warps with guilt, skipping like a scratched DVD. Froggy stares. Then mutters: “…You’re not even here.”
☆ In the Door’s final light, you see ENA one last time. Not as a whole, not even as halves. But as shards. Her voices no longer alternate—they collide. “I’ll save you—” “NO I WON’T—” “What’s your pain point—” “SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP—” The Door slams its fleshy arms shut like a final period on a sentence never proofread. Silence echoes like a scream with nowhere to go.
☆ Back in the hub, the casino gleams. Froggy stamps forms. Business resumes. But sometimes, the lights flicker. ENA’s body twitches. She grins and spins her cap. “You look like someone with a lot of unresolved data.” she says to herself. You’re not coming back. But ENA watches the Door anyway. Because maybe. Just maybe. The save file is still corrupt, but not deleted.
And guess who was inspired by this. Have my own little addition to your masterpiece, @pukefactory.
____________________
“Don’t leave me in here again,” she begs in both voices, harmonised, like a hymn and a siren.
You press your forehead to hers and whisper, “Then don’t disappear on me.”
If only it was that simple…
…
“You see, I heard the Door you are at is about to close right now. That means you may get trapped in there, you know?” Froggy mentioned over the phone (if you can call that red cup and string a phone, but you’re used to that by now. It’s the least weird thing you’ve seen).
∃NA was completely unphased, as if Froggy was simply telling her the weather. Her red side responded. “Well! It’s time to be that one drop inside that ocean full of opportunities! Am I right?”
“AH. Sure, sure. I forgot you have your sale’s tricks” Froggy breathed. ∃NA’s reassurance seemed to be all Froggy needed to drop any concerns he may have had, if simply for the return of a worker. “You really are good at those, aren’t you?”
The world was so grey after you two had turned the smoke off. Literally grey. Sickly. A world so full of bright flashing neon lights had turned into the fallen ashes of Pompeii in an instant. Silence rang out, lumbering in a scene once full of noise; your ears ringing as if trying to replace the grand symphony that defined this world only moments ago.
Wrong.
The world began to look like a mere concept. A world simply full of assets, used and unused alike, in some sort of twisted video game. You two traveled towards the door.
You can feel something in your body twitch. At first you thought it as just a reaction to this world’s distortion. But then the twitch grew. Into an itch. Into a burning. Into a fire that grew so hot it quickly became a tingling numbness. You looked down.
Polygons.
Polygons slowly were slicing through you. No, they were growing on you. From you. Around you. And not just you. The others too. The other people- the other assets. And looking up… they were forming on ∃NA too.
Wrong.
wrong. Wrong. WRong. WRONG. WRONG. WRONG.
Your heart hammered. Your breathing quickened. You weren’t sure what was happening but you wanted it to *stop*!
___________
Time no longer ticked. Or it ticked very slowly. Or every quickly. Every nanosecond stretched out into a thousand years. Or did every thousand years pass by in a nanosecond? What was time?
You were everywhere. You are nowhere. You are a dying universe, expanse as vast as infinity. You are the heart of a pin-sized black hole, matter packed away tighter and tighter and tighter. Every atom zings and dances, enranged and screaming like a swarm with a dying queen.
You felt your pinky finger twitch. You have no pinky finger.
Where was ∃NA? It hurts, your consciousness screamed into the expanse, a whisper in the broken code. Silence rings back at your formless existence. Deafening silence, thunderous as a war drum. Why wasn’t she here with you? Were you simply left abandoned? To be separated atom by atom and code by code? Did she manage to escape? Should you rejoice? Should you mourn? You don’t know.
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THE CASUALNESS OF THAT COLLIE SLIPPING RIGHT OUT OF THEIR COLLAR. That dude is a Willing Participant of this walk and by god everyone else is going to follow the RULES.
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Read something else
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Write your own take on the premise (strongly recommend!)
All of the above
Under no circumstances should you try to "politely" critique the author who put the story up as a hobby. For free. Especially if the story in question is multiple years old. Ao3 is not Goodreads
I disagree, totally agree with the multiple years old thing but constructive criticism is okay and good! When you improve on things it makes you write things that make you feel better!
Once a story is finished, criticism cannot be constructive because the story is no longer under construction. Concrit on a published work is just criticism, which is rude.
Concrit is only OK if the author explicitly asks for it or if you are beta reading. Otherwise, refer to the OP.
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In hindsight, Nophica being the fightsexual while Halone pulls away from it makes sense in reflection to how each worshiper has changed their Twelve. Halone has just finished overseeing a hundred years of Dragonsong War and Ishgard has recently pushed for peace with the Dravanian Broods. She is therefore more withdrawn from outright conflict, Ishgard only joins in conflicts like against Garlemald in the Ghimlyt Dark and the Telephoroi as a defensive action rather than an aggressive one. So Halone is willing to fight, sure but now takes a more passive route first.
Meanwhile Gridania who held a neutrality to keep the peace in the Black Shroud not wishing to disturb Baelsar's Wall has recently been forced out of their neutrality as a response to Gaius's Ultima Weapon, the fall of Baelsar's Wall, the freeing of Ala Mhigo, and now a stalemate against Garlemald and fighting off the Telephoroi. They have by comparison to Halone gone from a passive status to a more active hand in defending Eorzea and its lands. So naturally, despite being the Matron, Nophica is now being changed as her followers are now praying for victory in the upcoming trials and tribulations they face. Turning her into a more willing combative while Halone became more passive due to the change in direction Ishgard was going.
Similarly Thaliak, Althyk and Nymeia are changed from hundreds of years of Sharlayan not wishing to broach any involvement in the world at large. To being involved in the saving of the world and more actively involved in aiding the Scions as they make good on their global visage. So the Scholar, the Keeper and the Spinner become more active in their stations in the Myths of the Realm storyline due to the change in Sharlayan's slow change in stance.
Did you just legitimately tell me that a person who draws wolf ass is more competent than a dude who spent 8+ years in a university to give you your lung transplant?
doctors are bullshit and furry artists perform an infinitely more valuable service to society compared to them
It took doctor’s like 10 years to diagnose what was wrong with me, some insisting I was faking for attention while a furry artist I knew just went “that sounds like crohn’s” after hearing me complain once and ended up being right
Also I can’t go to a doctor and ask them to draw Rouge the Bat wider than she is tall with tits to match, now can I
[ID: a comic illustrating the above thread as if it was happening in a theater. The users are mostly shaped like their icons, pukicho is a pikachu and hokuto-ju-no-ken is a gengar. The last panel is gengar looks back where a speech bubble comes out of the crowd to say, “you could if you weren’t a fucking coward.” /end]
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