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THE SCARECROW TOOK THEM ALL. NOBODY LEFT. BUT ME.

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THE SCARECROW TOOK THEM ALL. NOBODY LEFT. BUT ME.
mutuals, please LIKE this post if you would like for your muse to be hunted by fiddle!
HC! Party Fiddle is actually almost its own entity. Very VERY rarely, prey will be haunted by Nocturne, allowing the shade to manifest itself within Fiddle and essentially have dual control so long as there’s blood and terror. Once there’s not but blood and fading echos, the shade will inevitably leave the demon, and the two will enter a sort of “recuperation” for a time.
that's an interesting head canon! personally, if we consider the skin as existing within the base canon, i could perhaps see surprise party fid as a construction of fear for children within piltover. something bright and playful which kills while cracking a joke.
hi everyone ! alex here as a new co-owner of this blog ! and moose ! bringing you a long awaited masterlist for the first quarter of 2021
but this time this blog won’t be just to list your urls - this time we will be bringing you a lot of dash games , community interactions , contests , prompts and many more !
please look at the blog itself and it’s about for more information
this masterlist will be accepting canon lol characters, including champions and npcs, as well as original characters and crossover characters. your blog must have been active within the past 2 months unless you have a hiatus notice posted. if you would like your blog to be listed on the masterlist, please reblog this post with the following information in the tags:
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someone remind me to write a big head canon post ( or maybe its actually just canon ) about how fid’s “scarecrow/body” can be destroyed but it can never truly die unless you are able to eliminate all fear in the universe
also about fid’s other “bodies”
we know the appearance we see for fid is how it is seen on the southern side of the valoran continent ( ie demacia and noxus ). but we are told it is different else were. in the freljord its body is supposedly a shambling mass of helmets, bucklers, furs, and wood. in the bilgewater we have no description but we hear of something standing alone on a tiny, distant atoll from which no one returns. and that it is possible that fid in its current was influenced by the aspect of twilight, fear born from lost joy.
someone remind me to write a big head canon post ( or maybe its actually just canon ) about how fid’s “scarecrow/body” can be destroyed but it can never truly die unless you are able to eliminate all fear in the universe
♡ this post for a harmless scarecrow. mutuals only.
so I realised I didn't send out all of the asks (I missed three whoops!) so I'm going to to get to those when I can. in the meantime feel free to add extra likes onto the post or send an ask yourself!
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i see the game was rigged against the blood thirsty ;^) but congrats to the top three and especially to our CROWNED CLOWN!
since i see a couple ship things on my dash, so i want to join in with something i want to be open and clear about this. fid has very limited sentience, sentience that only seems to come to the surface around other demons - perhaps leaching off them a bit. because of this, in all other instances ( so when not around other demons ) it has the mentality more akin to a child or an animal. i personally am a fan of monster x human ships however i think sentience, and so the ability to give informed consent from involved parties, is absolutely mandatory. thus, fid having miniscule sentience unless in the presence of another demon means i would not be comfortable shipping it with a human and i would very much appreciate never having any sexual connotations involved with fid murdering a character
i see my luck of my character dying of dysentery in this thing continues. now how do i write that for fid... i think i have one. though, it is a shame his murder spree was cut so short i enjoyed writing the deaths
a dinner date with fid where he just has you for dinner.
in the dim a single light would sway, stirred only gently by passing wind. so unassuming it did seem, the world about active with the calls of birds and the scurrying of mice. had the creature not been facing away, perhaps one might have seen the demon whirling in its cage or its tongue flickering with the sounds. still, compared to the horrors which occurred all about them in this nightmare, a light seemed a blessing, and a lamp post was the least of ones worries. or at least that would be true if the other limb did not end in a hidden, hanging claw.
the scarecrow would crumble into shadows and leaves with her approach, leaving one questioning if it were ever there at all. shadows shift and change about you. silhouette in the corner of its preys eyes shifting, only to be trees when they turn. and yet, always behind them, the demon creeped forth. its limbs shuddering in sporadic burst, its joints creaking through rust and metal. and turn and turn, its prey would dart, eyes never truly landing on its form.
until, pain would cut deep and her chest would burst open. the women’s gaze finally landing on a claw pierced through her. the darkness loomed over the dying, its tongue tarlike and drooling. what a special meal this was, a fear so vast it spanned empires. such a feast from a wilting rose. its tongue traced over fading flesh and cooling blood, preparing to consume her whole. with serrated jaw spread wide, the demon choked out into her ear. ‘ smoke... and... mirrors... ’
day three, kill count: ||

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it hisses into the shadows, once again contorted by the the nightmare’s illusion. frustrated with its meals escape and the antics of this lesser demon, it howls. claws slashing at the trees, rending bark and branches. its body spasmed and lurched, the demonic darkness oozing and raging beneath its bonds. perhaps the other contestants would hear its squeals and think another was hunting nearby, as if a pig was just now slaughtered. alas, if they did, they would perhaps scatter like the birds and critters have, and it would feed on only just a minor fear.
rage exhausted, the demon retracted into its cage. limbs no longer held up by viscous protrusions, the joints creaked and claw and scythe clattered to the forest floor. the vessel’s body slumped, vented and spent, all collapsed in a heap. if the nightmare did not let it feed tomorrow. it would feed on it.
night two, kill count: |