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EstroGem: Jester OC
Art and sketches
Asks and interactions
My Little Pony (MLP)
Fanfiction
BLACK AND WHITE IN GREY (CLICK HERE TO READ)
Luna x Discord/Chaosmoon (COMPLETED!)
Summary:
Discord and Luna got caught in a situation where they have no choice but to tell their secret of their relationship. The story is about Luna’s struggles to find peace with her past and how her interactions with Discord breathed new life into her nights. Meanwhile, Celestia is acting stranger by the day and isolates herself to the point where Luna barely recognize her sister’s mannerisms. Luna wants to move on, but her sister and her heart holds her stationary. She learns the importance family being determined by love and not by blood.
Warnings: Extremely (intended) awkward moments, mature themes, various kinds of tension, bullying/abuse, self-hate (ow, the edge!)
Fanart
BLACK AND WHITE IN GREY COVER PAGE (SEE HERE)
Discord x Luna fanfic cover page
Original art
Canvas
Nothing Blue
Doodles
One thread
Sunrise
Nobody nose
Sonic
Fanart
The Murder of Me (TMOM)
GiGi the Goddess
The Amazing Digital Circus (TADC)
Fanfiction
OASIS (Ongoing: CLICK HERE TO SEE)
Summary:
A collection of oneshots revolving around the relationships among the characters of The Amazing Digital Circus.
The characters of The Amazing Digital Circus all depend on each other by fulfilling a role that was silently assigned to them. They form their own little ecosystem; an oasis in a seemingly impossible environment - all in the name of maintaining their sanity.
The Nightmare Before Christmas (TBNC)
Fanfiction
WILD ROSE (CLICK HERE TO READ)
Disclaimer:
This is a fanfiction about an OC in a The Nightmare Before Christmas AU. It has a mature tone that keeps cheesy romance to a minimum and a survivor’s journey to a max.
This is also inspired by the song, "Where the wild roses grow."
Warnings: Language and violence
None of the characters are mine, except the OC.
Summary:
A story of a young woman with amnesia, who found herself in the Court of the Dark. Old wives tales and legends and scary stories told around a campfire are suddenly as real as she is. Stalking, cunning and fighting her way through trails, beasts and ghouls, she finds herself questioning whether her actions truly speak louder than words. She will fight to resist being consumed by what she fears most, while hopefully finding herself along her journey.
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I have so much to catch up to rn but ill get to it later but for now WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS LINE??? IT'S SO GOOD???????? THIS WHOLE SNIPPET IS SO GOOD WHAT THE FUCKKK GEM YOUR WONDERFUL BRAIN NEVER CEASES TO AMAZE ME I HOPE YOU KNOW THAT.
I'm surprised to see you still keeping up with these, but colour me flattered, my friend XD
A handful of individuals is somehow drawn to Oasis!Caine and it baffles me, because I was convinced that my readers would not find his story interesting at all.
Especially since I am intentionally letting his story progress SO SLOWLY.
But hey, at least his character arc won't be as unwelcome as I thought!
The character on the left is Pierrot; and belongs to @nekoboydreams who created the visual novel: The Freak Circus.
I enjoyed reading it so much and applaud the creator's efforts and storytelling!
It almost always happens to me: I'd interact with a self-insert form of media and I end up imagining the MC as a whole seperate entity. Nothing wrong with the story/media - this ALWAYS happens to me (whyyyyyy)
I guess I have self-inflicted background character syndrome or something...
Edit: I had to fixed the spelling because my English sucks
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Author's note: Hi there everybody! Here's another entry to the TADC AU everyone forgot about and one I am too stubborn to let go until I've finished the story. Take note of the tags and warnings before reading this chapter. It is a mature story not intended for young audiences.
WARNING: MATURE CONTENT:
Violence/Gore Murder and talk thereof
Angst
Emotional/Psychological Manipulation
Emotional/Psychological Abuse
Physical Abuse
Self-harm And
Implied Self-Harm
SUMMARY: The group now found themselves flung into the adventure that Zooble coaxed Caine into; reunite at the centre of a House of Mirrors. With nothing but seemingly themselves to face, the strained group have no choice but to find each other and stick it out together. As their special abilities were immobilised for the sake of the adventure, each of the character have little to no advantage. No one is happy with the objective.
CHAPTER 4
Endless mirrors.
Endless perspectives and angles.
Gangle had been moving non-stop with nothing but one thing in mind.
She had to find Pomni.
There’s something about The Amazing Digital Circus that any new inhabitant tended to underestimate; something that crept up on all of them and hovered over their heads like an executioner that they had to strain their necks to see.
It wasn’t insanity – that lived within them as a norm.
It was loneliness.
It was unfathomable loneliness.
Upon first glance, it didn’t make any sense. She had friends – limited but with intimate bonds and relations that only made sense to those involved. They were together practically all the time – based on the system their late leader carefully crafted and orchestrated; with her giving him the strings that conjoined them all together by being his eyes, all while his brilliant mind ensured that they had to be involved with each other. Nearly constantly.
But what no one told them, was how lonely it would be; even as you were surrounded by people.
Their roles were each specially delegated to them and they were all very different.
So different that it divided them by a thin barrier; enough to keep them apart while still being able to interact. Gangle often found herself wondering if it was fair to consider it a form of torture, only to have Kaufmo honey her thoughts stuck and stagnant as much as it’s sweetness would allow.
He would remind her that her mind was more useful remembering details and events. It was required for her to memorize conversations and facial expressions… subtle movements… throwaway lines of her peers; whether she was involved or not.
She was Kaufmo’s eyes – he needed her.
He said so himself.
It was hard to feel lonely then, when her value was so blatantly tied to her usefulness. She felt validated. She felt seen. She was necessary. It was only after his abstraction, when it truly stabbed her in the back; it was as unexpected as it was painful.
He always welcomed her input but never gave her feedback on what he used it for, so she only had his temperamental and random bouts of praise to show for it.
Kaufmo always demanded raw data, but he never let her see the statistics of what it represented.
All she knew was that he came back with strange requests and random appearances; having her whisper subtly to some, while delivering things to others.
No context.
No explanations.
But the system, their oasis, worked – that was the payoff.
Everyone had a role, yes, but just as that, no one knew what the other was involved in. No one knew why they were doing what they were doing, but it was working.
The five of them were the longest-lasting individuals with no abstractions. They did so well that for the first time, their population grew to more than five people at a time.
Zooble entered the Digital Circus; and Zooble was their magnum opus.
Gangle saw it before anyone could even comprehend what was happening. Zooble had no reason to be sane today, but they were. They made it, despite the body horror, liminal spaces and events beyond human comprehension.
They survived.
Until recently, their population rose to 7; albeit it was for a day.
For the first time in decades…
They survived, because the system worked.
And then Gangle saw that they’re leader was gone – ripped from her grasp and never to be seen again.
And then her system had no base.
She was merely a pair of eyes that couldn’t understand what she was seeing. She was seeing a film play out, but it was in a foreign language, and it had no subtitles. Kaufmo was gone and she had nothing but her partner; Zooble.
It was supposed to be enough.
But it simply wasn’t.
For days after, before the loss of Kaufmo really sunk into her system, she was left with time to think – to really think about her role, her relationships and her partner. The world without Kaufmo felt so far away, that she didn’t feel like a part of that world anymore. Even with Zooble, steadfast by her side, she couldn’t seem to bridge the gap that was widening between her and the oasis.
Gangle was stuck in her own head and left to think and think and think until she couldn’t think away the fact that Kaufmo was gone anymore. She couldn’t think of reasons to be a part of the oasis anymore. With Kaufmo gone and no strict eyes on them, Gangle surprisingly didn’t even seem to find a reason to be with Zooble anymore.
It was cruel, but it was all that she felt.
The thrill was gone.
Zooble was the wind beneath her wings. Zooble was her escape and her solitude when the weight of everything that was expected of her, became nearly too much to bear. They had been nothing but patient and supportive to the ribbonoid – their role nearly unaffected by the clown’s absence.
Now, Gangle had nothing to escape from.
She was too detached from reality of the oasis for distance to make a difference.
For the first time since the masked ribbon found herself trapped there, she felt lonely.
Miserably lonely.
They didn’t understand what it was like to see the world in the palm of your hand, only to lose all perceptions of it’s colours in the flash of a moment. All Zooble had known since they had entered the Digital plane, was building themselves to serve the system as a fully operational mechanism.
Gangle was broken down to only function with the help of Kaufmo.
Half-built and only partially attached.
She suppressed the resentful thought of him crippling her function and skills only for the clown to keep himself in the game – to keep himself necessary – to divide one role into two in fear of being seen as irrelevant.
Always scribbling in his books; keeping tabs on all of them.
Detailed notes.
He noted everything in them. She remembered countless times she had met him to share intel, only for him to splutter about ‘holding the thought’ while he scrambled to get a hold of whatever book he wanted to write in at the time.
He never let her take a peek at them; she had to mind herself to her own role and not bother ’burdening herself with matters beyond her capabilities.’
If only she could access them now…
She could teach herself what she needed to know to keep the oasis up and running.
But Caine didn’t allow access to the abstracted members’ rooms.
Gangle was spiraling – she didn’t notice it before, but she was spiraling. The empty void within her; the one Kaufmo steadily dug into her as he infiltrated her role in the oasis – the one that nothing, not even Zooble could fill, was causing her to implode and no one could see it.
She didn’t know how to express it, because she was burdened with the knowledge that they never would understand it.
The loneliness.
It ate at her while she was still breathing.
Then, there was Pomni.
Gangle didn’t mean to possess her and run off; she was just the first person the ribbonoid saw.
They didn’t start off well. Gangle could tell that Pomni was fascinated with her in ways that made her gut twist with uncertainty of what the jester’s intentions were. Maybe it was more than fascination… but it unnerved her.
Because she didn’t know what it meant.
Because that’s the role Kaufmo filled.
She was helpless and it broke her, but after she possessed the jester, simply wanting to scurry away from her friend’s prying eyes…
Gangle felt it.
She understood.
Pomni was as lonely as she was.
She was isolated since the day she spawned in there. She was an outsider, looking in… and she didn’t know how to find her way in. She had never known belonging, sure, she never grew to know the others like Gangle did. She hadn’t lost her place in a pre-existing system like Gangle did either, but it didn’t matter.
Pomni understood.
The jester understood better than anyone what the masked ribbon felt.
Because it flooded Gangle when she possessed Pomni.
For a while, all she could do, was sit down in it… let it wash over her. They sat there in silence for a while; it could have been forever. The jester was initially too stunned to fight against it, until the shock wore off enough for her to take in the trembling grip of the ribbons that were wrapped around her. Gangle was sure that the girl would retaliate and move to pluck her off, but she didn’t, she just sat there, getting used to her thoughts mixing with her own.
Zooble would have talked her out of it.
But Pomni just understood it, taking it in.
Recognizing it.
When Zooble was alone, it was because it was out of their own choice – they could never understand what it was like having something or someone that made you feel fulfilled and validated to be ripped away from you against your will.
She had Kaufmo ripped from her.
Pomni had lost her sense of belonging since she first arrived.
The jester understood.
Zooble could never.
That was why she needed to get back to the jester as soon as possible. The little fool needed her; they made a pact. She must feel so lost and alone…
The idea of Pomni succumbing to her own helpless mind only served for the masked ribbon to flick through the twisted and branched house of mirrors even faster than before. Her elongated limbs and body scurried and flittered about the spaces to brute-force her ways about the maze.
Of course, there were her reflections that flanked her.
She found its appearance to be odd, but didn’t destroy her own brain trying to analyze or understand it.
This was Caine’s game.
Caine was a machine beyond the means of human comprehension and something she was told to never bother understanding – that no matter how human it acted; it was never human to begin with.
‘Don’t even bother.’ Kaufmo told her once.
So even after questioning everything she went through while under the influence of the clown, she didn’t see a reason to read into anything the AI had done or said, because even after everything, she still saw reason to dismiss him.
He wasn’t one of them.
No NPC he could conjure up would ever be one of them.
Because unless another human that entered the realm, tried to actively resist or fight against the ways of their oasis, that was the line that was drawn in the sand.
Humans were loyal to humans.
Machines stuck to their objectives.
So the dark, mutated raptor flying soundlessly beside her, wearing a determined expression that reflected her own as she zipped through the endless halls was none of her damn business.
The hallways blurred in darting shadows and blackened feathers that surrounded her; inky eyes darted for any two-toned printed characters that she could find – the vibrant colours would be easy enough to see in the monotone reflections.
But all she saw, were fleeting shadows and tall figures that glided over the tiles as she ripped through the various areas.
The vibrant colours made her stop.
They came out of nowhere.
A pair of wide, striking eyes froze mere inches from her inky gaze as she regained control of her momentum.
The colours suddenly surrounded in the reflections of the mirrors, and with a brief look-around, it registered in her mind that the characters had to be seen in person before the other could see their reflections as well.
A fleeting thought noted how she had a monstrous owl as a reflection, only to be startled by the sight of a familiar character in front of her.
Kinger’s blue eyes were always so piercing up close.
“Gah!” a shriek escaped him – a full 5 seconds after she had stopped dead in front of him, dangling from above, like a prowling spider.
The masked ribbon only needed that to relax at the sight of the startled chess piece.
He clearly wasn’t awake.
“Kinger.” She acknowledged, slightly inconvenienced, trying to let her mind catch up with her eyes, “Are you alone?”
Kinger seemed to instantly be distracted by the question, eyes crinkling as he gleefully chattered, “No, silly! You are here with me… unless you are a ghost…? Did you turn into a ghost, Gangle?!”
Not awake…-ish.
“It’s alright, Kinger. I’m here, see?” She spoke patiently, taking one of his white, suspended gloves and wrapping her cool ribbon around it, giving it a gentle squeeze as her ribbons took on the form of her default body shape once again.
It was painful to think that the last time they directly interacted like this, was when she was holding his dearest friend hostage as he relentlessly clung to sanity; fighting the ribbinoid off of her.
Now, with him in this state, it was like it never happened.
It was whiplash.
Kinger’s gaze traced over her, then landed on where her ribbon was interlaced with his fingers. He stared at it for a long while.
Gangle’s heart froze in her chest at the sight, waiting for his icy gaze to flick to her eyes and for him to drag her below the checker tiles, kicking and screaming as he infiltrated her mind for his bishop to whisper mind shattering insanity that would abstract her in seconds.
Luckily, that moment never came.
He just looked over to his reflection and blinked slowly, like he was processing what he saw. His eyes drifted to her reflection as well, his blank expression never ceasing.
The quiet thought of Kinger’s reflection not differing from his avatar quietly surfaced in the masked ribbon’s mind.
She had an owl as her reflection, yet Kinger just looked like Kinger.
“It’s funny.” The king piece obliviously chimed, “Your reflections matches what you look look like. Mine looks… different.”
Another epiphany clicked in Gangle’s sharp mind;
The owner of the reflection will see themselves differently, while others remain oblivious. Her curiosity was instantly peaked.
“What do you see yourself as, Kinger?”
“A Bishop.”
Gangle’s ribbons all flinched simultaneously.
“And strangely enough; the bishop’s eye is locked on you, even as I am looking right at it.”
Gangle did her best as she tried not to react, schooling her features to be neutral and unbothered.
He wasn’t awake.
He wasn’t.
She would’ve known.
He would’ve finished what she started that day.
She looked at him – really looked at him, desperate for reassurance to know that he wasn’t awake. He met her eyes with a matching blank look.
It could mean anything.
“Maybe it just finds you fascinating.” His voice droned, quiet and thoughtful.
Gangle forced herself to take a breath. She couldn’t read him if she was panicking. She told herself to consider the possibilities and what intentions awaited her if he was, in fact, awake.
Maybe would’ve benefitted her to have tried to figure out Caine’s game – then their reflections might’ve had a meaning that she couldn’t see beyond her nerves at this point in time.
Or it really was just Kinger’s subconscious that still held onto his rage from before.
“C’mon, Kinger.” She gently coaxed him, as if she wasn’t scared of him, “Let’s go find the others, hmm?”
“Oh, right!” the elder man instantly perked up.
Gangle shuddered internally, having trouble recognizing how sincere he was without her character ability. The ripple of shame at how reliant she became of her special abilities, compared to Zooble, who actively put herself at a disadvantage by being disassembled most of the time; Ragatha practically suppressing her ability - never to be seen using it and Pomni, not even having had a lot of experience with practicing it, yet seeing more in control and capable that the ribbonoid felt even without using it.
She felt her shoulders weigh heavier, desperate not to sag down in front of Kinger as she led him through the various halls of mirrors.
It was a strain not to wonder about her use in their precious oasis in her current state.
The burrowing owl of their desert paradise truly was a mess without the ground squirrel to step in and clean up as he always did.
It was comical to think of Kaufmo like that; a prey animal, when it often felt like he was the one eating at her – disabling her… patronizing her so gently that she convinced herself to like it…
That she was happy to roost on his shoulder and look down on the others as the vital part of their system; forgetting of the brightly coloured anklet he branded and domesticated her with.
She couldn’t even justifiably be mad at him when all that he did, worked out to protect and guide them.
His careful orchestrations and meticulous cataloging and intervening kept them sane.
The system worked.
She really was thankful that it did.
She felt so lost without Kaufmo, their resourceful ground squirrel, to tweak and bend and bribe the way forward…
But even then, still.
She felt like there was something dear to her that she missed other than the clown’s presence.
Something Zooble couldn’t help her escape to.
Something even Pomni couldn’t understand intimately.
Something she couldn’t place her finger on.
“Wow…” Kinger’s soft musings broke the ribbonoid from her own thoughts, “This place sure is huge!”
Gangle sighed, “It is, isn’t it? It just might’ve been a miracle that I found you in here… who knows how long we’d have to wander around before we find them.”
“I’m pretty sure we’ve passed that mirror before…”
“Now, now, Kinger…” Gangle tried to assure the seemingly oblivious chess piece, squeezing his white glove briefly as she tried not to chide him about all of the mirrors looking the same.
“We might’ve been going in circles for all we know.”
“Kinger-”
“No, really!” he warmly, yet enthusiastically chimed, like he was trying not to giggle, “It’s silly to think of it! Wandering around aimlessly, trying to find something or someone while we don’t even know where WE are.”
Gangle stopped to look back at him with an unamused look, but her ribbon was clutched around his hand to the point where her shivers seem to transfer over to the king piece.
He hit the nail on the head and he wasn’t even awake to realize it.
Because that was what Gangle felt.
Wandering aimlessly among their shared oasis; circling and circling that very spot in the desert as she searched for something – anything that resembled herself.
She couldn’t find anything.
The owl couldn’t even find her own shadow to get a perspective of where she was in the sky.
Not even the entirety of the oasis seemed to be structured as it was before.
She was lost.
She was lost in a paradise of their own making and she didn’t even step a foot out into the desert yet, to use that as an excuse for why she felt lost in the first place.
The masked ribbon’s eyes briefly flicked to the image looking back at her in the mirror, only to be met with the piercing eyes of a predator she felt no resemblance to.
The monstrous owl merely flanked her side, with a comically normal Kinger trailing half-behind her.
She stubbornly looked forward again, trying to ignore the eyes burning into the side of her face.
Kinger might’ve had a point.
Maybe they really did pass that mirror before...
“Oh, I know!” Kinger said gleefully, stopping so abruptly that the force of it almost yanked Gangle backwards, lest she stopped, “Why don’t we stop and ask directions?”
Gangle blinked up at him.
“There’s nothing wrong with asking for help when you need it, my dear!” Kinger seemed to reassure her, patting her on the top of her head in an oddly fatherly way.
The ribbonoid was stuck at the halfway point of sarcastically pointing out the lack of people around them and bashing her porcelain face into her own distorted reflection.
“Kinger…” the masked ribbon managed to force out, internally fighting the frustration that felt like she was pulling teeth, “There is no one around to ask for directions.”
“Don’t be silly, Gangle!” he chuckled, like he wasn’t acting like a loon, “There’s a lovely looking Queen piece standing right there – next to the seemingly flawless clone of you!”
Gangle felt her soul drop into her shoes as she felt Kinger’s hand leave her ribbon, while the chess piece neared the very obvious reflection of himself, clearly seeing something she couldn’t.
“Kinger…” she groaned, hanging her porcelain face into her hands, barely registering that the bishop Kinger saw before, apparently was traded in for a queen chess piece now, “That’s just a trick of the reflections in the mirror! That’s YOU.”
“Don’t be ridiculous~!” the king all but chuckled, pointing to his reflection that Gangle perceived to stand next to the monstrous owl she saw herself as, “Do I look like a queen piece to you? She even has differently coloured eyes than me!”
Shaking her head, the ribbonoid sighed as this reaffirmed that Kinger wasn’t, in fact, Awake.
She looked up to the owl she saw in the mirror, as if it could help her, but the sight of it struck the masked ribbon like a freight train.
Never mind the dark, monstrous owl silhouette that stood before her – the one she had grown used to – because once she saw it, a shard of ice stabbed her in the back.
It’s eyes had changed.
It was no longer staring right through her.
One green and one blue eye pierced into her soul.
A chill ran down her spine as she instantly took a step back from the reflective glass. Her ribbons bristled at the sight of Kinger nonchalantly approaching the mirror, but Gangle was too scared to move.
Because she recognized those eyes.
“Excuse me, ma’am, could you point me into the direction I need to go to get out of this place?”
Gangle couldn’t even register the question before she jumped at the sight of the newly-coloured eyed-owl in her warped reflection flicked and fixed into a direction, completely breaking the illusion of the reflection not being separate entities from themselves.
He was watching them.
How could she forget??
“So quiet~” Kinger mused obliviously, before nodding his head respectfully at his own reflection, clearly seeing things that the masked ribbon couldn’t, before slowly walking into the direction that Gangle saw the owl’s eyes flick into.
She blinked dumbfounded, trying to piece together what just happened.
“Did… Did you just-?”
Kinger turned around, unbothered, taking Gangle’s ribbon as he apparently began to lead the way forward, “What?”
“How did you do that?”
“What do you mean? We were stuck and I asked for help since we didn’t manage on our own!” Kinger said simply, practically dragging Gangle through the passages, eyes flicking to the mirror every now and again.
“That doesn’t make any sense!” she called out, fumbling behind him, “It wasn’t even a real person – you just asked help from your own image! Yourself!”
“Sometimes, that’s who we need the most help from, my dear!”
“I’m someone with two masks, not two personalities! I’m one person.” Gangle groaned, ceasing her struggle to walk briskly alongside the king chess piece.
“You are one person, yes! You’re the person that needs to be someone you can get along with for the rest of your life.” Kinger chuckled obliviously, “Can you imagine hating the one person in your life you could never escape from?”
Gangle had nothing to add.
She couldn’t think about the weight of his words at that moment.
The masked ribbon settled on leaving the sentiment be, desperately trying to ignore the quietest thoughts currently screaming for her to stop and ponder it.
You get soaked and the shock of it leaves you stunned for a mere second - your mind trying to catch up with your body.
It burns your skin and then you begin to shiver and get goosebumps. You are suddenly aware of eyes all around you, tearing you apart while you quietly try to school yourself into fixing your expression to appear as normal as possible.
Because this isn't normal, but they must never know.
An invisible force pulls at your ribs like it's trying to pry them open and your sternum caves down, like it's internally squeezing your heart so hard that it feels like you are experiencing pins and needles. All while that occurs, there is too much air in you lungs and you feel dizzy, like you are getting high on oxygen.
Everyone that knows you, is telling you to 'just breathe' but they haven't realised that the breathing is nothing compared to how the static is buzzing over the surface of your chest.
Everything is suffocating you while you somehow feel like you are drifting further and further away from reality.
But you have to hide it.
They are not aloud to see it.
That burning that simmered on your skin before, managed to travel deeper into your body, making the surface of your bones itch - driving you insane.
Your own skin feels too restrictive for you to breath and it takes everything in you not to let you thoughts run away with your sanity at this point.
And you vibrate in place while trying to reconnect with your body again, while meticulously trying to hide it.
Because they can't see that you suddenly imploded into youself.
You can't allow them to see how bad it feels.
Because you know how scary it is.
And you don't want to scare them too.
It takes a while, but it sinks back into the depths of your mind, waiting patiently to splash into the forefront again when it sees fit;
When you forget that it was waiting there all along.
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Any character ability can be used in addition to another if they have multiple, it just requires more concentration/piles onto cognitive load.
In Jax's case, he's better to set the Luck bar before going Feral, since he can't really think rationally, the more Feral he gets.
Luck COULD be OP in some cases, while it's only slightly more convenient in other cases. 'The worst case scenario' is not similar in all situations Caine puts them in; hence why it's 'not reliable.'
@chaoticace2005 this is the answer to the question you had in the comments of the previous post - I just posted it in a type of ask + answer format.
I hope that's fine - unless you want me to take this down...?
Hi! I’ve been binging your series and I’m super curious about the cast’s abilities in the Oasis!AU. I know you mentioned Ragatha’s will be explicitly brought up more later but I’m also wondering about the others:
Gangle and Kinger’s we have a pretty good idea of considering the fight, but I’m wondering specifically how Kinger’s ability would be described? It seems almost like a summoning thing?
And for Jax and Zooble, are their abilities mostly physical and what we’ve soon so far? With Jax being pretty fast (and feral) and Zooble being able to kind of become a giant collection of parts? Or are those more avatar quirks and not their specific “ability.”
If Jax and Zooble’s are more physical, then I’m thinking about how half the cast has more physical based abilities (Pomni, Jax, Zooble) while the other half has more mental/supernatural (Gangle, Kinger, presumably Ragatha)
(This also makes the pairs/neutralizers interesting because each pair is one more physical-based person and one with more psychic stuff, almost like a balance to completely each other.)
And then Kaufmo… maybe you’ll go into this later but I’m wondering what his ability is?
And ending this (super long) ask, I’m also curious how you would rank the characters in terms of strength/power/OP-ness?
I appreciate the interest! Thank you for asking ^^.
I'm surprised and VERY impressed that you were able to see that there were Primary Metaphysically Gifted (PMG) and Primary Physically Gifted (PPG) characters. You were correct in noting that there is a PMG and a PPG in each set of neutralizers.
THANK YOU for SEEING my vision!
This posts contains spoilers to those who had not read Oasis!AU entries of Arc 1.
This is a long answer, sorry.
Kinger of Oasis
This takes into account that he is "Awake."
I've sketched additional to his part, since it's it stuff you can SEE, and because most of the confusion seemed to stem there??
Kinger's character ability could be seen as a summoning thing, yes! It's called Blind Chess.
Including himself, he has 16 pieces at his disposal that he can place anywhere he wants on the checker-tiles. He can also choose to show you where he had placed them or not, then summon one at a time, each taking their turn by emerging from the tiles in the inverse order as displayed above. Obviously a lot faster, as the only have seconds to move in Blind Chess.
The abilities of each piece is described in Arc 1; Mirage - Chapter 3.
The main point is that Kinger essentially BECOMES a sentient chess board and the only way to escape is to get off of the checker-pattern.
Other than Blind Chess, he can use the checker-tiles as a form Fast Travel - almost teleportation - in which he can sink into the tiles and pop up somewhere else on the board. The scope of this depend on how well he is familiar with his surroundings.
Kinger can also Body Swap himself to embody one of his pieces, but as each of the types of pieces are extensions of different parts of himself, but communication, general abilities and mannerisms are limited as long as he embodies the alternative piece. Body Swap can only be done on checker-patterns of at least 4 tiles and Kinger can only Body Swap back to normal on a checker-pattern of at least 4 tiles.
Gangle of Oasis
Gangle has a nice mix of character abilities; her most powerful being Possession
She can Possess any of the characters or NPC's (thus not technically making them NPC's anymore) and completely take over their actions, abilities or completely suppress them. Abilities of others are ridiculously hard to control and she needs various hours and sessions of practise before she can master one skill. It's easier for her to allow the possessed character to perform their ability themselves - that is, if they want to.
She can interact with the character in their Mindspace - every character has one. Gangle usually keeps them suspended within their own mindspace.
She can allow leeway for the character that she Possessed to have control to whatever extent she desires. Character can obviously She has access to memories and emotions if the characters she Possesses, but has a hard a hard time remembering them, when Possession is disabled and she can not alter them at any point.
Gangle is has great Empathetic Observation, in which she is able to read the other's state of mind or current emotions, even intentions if she manages to hone in on her detective skills. Her theater masks can assist in this ability; the comedy masks can fixate onto general positive emotional states and the tragedy masks can fixate onto general negative emotional states.
Physically, she is very Stealthy and strong - specifically in terms of tension (it's rare for her ribbons to tear, so she can easily Restain.) Her ribbons can be cut with sharp objects, but she has learned to react for her ribbons to be cut along their length rather than completely off, which hurts a lot but allow her to have multiple tendrils.
She can Stretch/elongate her ribbons, but it is extremely limited. Longest being about 3 times it was in their original length.
Jax of Oasis
Jax got the short end of the stick with character-abilities. Compared to the others, he is very weak (in my opinion).
He has Ferality, Dexterity and Luck that he can enable and disable; Ferality and Luck both on a sliding scale mechanic. The mechanic is NOT reliable at all and the more feral he is, the harder it is for him to became human/civilised again. It takes grounding techniques, concentration, shock and/or time for him to restrain his Ferality. It must be noted that shock is more likely to send him into Ferality than out of it.
While Feral, Jax's situational awareness sky-rockets and primal/survival instincts takes charge in his general ability to reason. Since he is a rabbit, his first instinct would be to flee to what he would consider as a greater threat than he is. This is where Dexterity allows him to make a quick escape. He is one of the naturally faster characters and possess the most endurance out of all of them.
Jax has Luck, which adjust the outcomes of his actions to favour him. This only applies to him in a direct sense, but can influence other characters indirectly or by chance and can vary based on how he adjusts the intensity on the sliding scale (Default to Lucked Out). There is no "Unlucky" for him. He seems to keep it set to Default most of the time, despite having a clear advantage.
Zooble of Oasis
(I'd love to draw it, but there's SO MANY parts >w<)
Zooble's default state is to have a combination of various parts, heads, limbs, eyes and torsos in an amalgamation that doesn't resemble a human or an animal. This is known as Full Form and is the strongest state they can be in. It's very difficult for others to pull them apart in that state.
They are generally the strongest character in Full Form, and have the ability to Climb on almost any surface. They can mold and shift their shape, Rearrange limbs and detached part of themselves with relative ease.
They can Split their form into multiple individual organisms that all share a mind in real time. Their ability to let them all function individually depends on their ability to multitask - something Zooble had to learn throughout their stay in the Digital Circus. Their parts have natural affinity to want to cluster together, so Splitting takes effort - not unbearable, but still a little of a strain.
Zooble tends to lock most of their parts in a box the Caine to graciously gifted them, to both appear more human and not be burdened by how bulky they are or the mental strain of controlling all of the parts at once. Naturally, the locked parts claw and scratch and bash into the inside of the box to rejoin with the rest of Zooble, especially when times are dire of they are distressed.
They prefer to sleep in Full Form. The most sensitive parts to pain is the various eyes scattered about their body.
Kaufmo of Oasis
*You don't remember.*
As for an OP-ness scale?
Ragatha is definitely OP and Jax is definitely the weakest.
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