DANGEROUS COMPANY

;;fufu.... WELL, i suppose i can share my secrets w the world. umu DROPS IN THAT EUROBEAT AND BUCKLES YALL FOR THIS RIDE

well, the one and only legendary mr worldwise @ask-the-idv-seer​ /  unfortunatefortuneteller/elusivemercenary has graciously been our absolutely chilling and phenomenal local noodle god for rp purposes, and we got around to playfully tossing ideas around a few months back. i can’t recall the exacts that brought about the line of thought, but i do remember the base concept for this unique “relationship” was simple:

what do you get when you place a god with a curiosity for the effects of fear in humans with a human who claims to fear nothing, “not even death”?

it all sort of spiraled from there, and its a bit of fun indulgence for both ours sake, as we’re both mercenary rpers as well as highly invested in eldritch gods, we felt the pair would click well after the ball got rolling.

something about a god, cunning and manipulative as hastur is, pushing through the near-invisible cracks in a hardened soldier’s resolve with honeyed words to lay the seeds for doubt.... the slow transformation of one so fiercely loyal to his teammates-- the largest martyr complex in the manor, easily, by far-- the concept of such a man being swayed, called, beckoned by a being that would twist his promises to fulfill his own selfish indulgences to pass the time of being forever trapped in the manor... watching as the man who would throw himself into the jaws of death without hesitation for his companions cry, beg, buckle and crack under true fear as he’s pulled to the bottom of a murky lake and forced to wait as his last breath leaves him and he’s revived once more to play the manor’s endless game once more....

i wanted to see hastur chip away at naib’s resolve to keep protecting his fellow survivors until an end, whether that be the games finally ceased and the manor was no more, or his core ended up destroyed and the man never respawned again. to see him go against his deduction story, to turn that blade against former comrades, to ruin just about everything he worked to protect, and try desperately to find comfort in a god’s-- his God’s-- embrace, but being treated in most cases as little more than cheap entertainment....

im uh. i mean this blog is semi-dead, but im not. dead, i mean. probably. i was just overwhelmed by being in such a large “fandom” space on discord that i had to yeet myself from it, and i basically rolled myself comfortably into like, 2-3 rp servers and that was it.

i miiiiight try to do some asks on here again, if ppl r interested? if anyone even follows me here still rofl. im on pandemic/catastrophe pay leave til the beginning of may so couldn’t hurt to spend my time drawin a bit more again??

a flower girl and her puppy