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@lilguydredge
((Hi hello this is a poll for a discord group since I couldn't find another way to do it. Disregard if you're not in the group))
Should Lil Guy be allowed in the Non-Killer chats too?
No, killer only
Yes, Survivor too cause he's cute
Yes, Entity only cause he's weird and cute
Yes all, because he's just a li'l guuuuuuuuuuy
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It's INCORRECT SKELETON SEASON, folks!!
Dredge Anatomy 101
Something nearby is hurgling and gurgling. (@lilguydredge)
Leon is in the middle of trying to figure out a place to sleep for himself, having torn up a bunch of books he considered not important and used their pages as an almost bedding. The urge to nest can be blamed almost entirely on the Plagas, some primal instinct fueling the need to craft someplace comfortable to rest. It's... Embarrassing, almost. But luckily he doesn't care about how Wesker feels, knows the Nemesis can't feel, and Birkin is caught up in his feelings and hardly explores the building. And so he feels safe enough to do this unorthodox thing, getting comfortable...
When he hears a strange noise to his left.
It's the territorial instinct that gets him on edge, tensing as he pokes his head around and tries to locate the strange sounds. It's when he nudges over a pile of books that he spots it, this... Thing. This weird thing that's hurgling at him. The harsh spikes and tentacles flare up in response and Leon gets closer to the ground, tail lashing out and thumping around.
... he makes chittering noises back.
There's soft shuffling as Leon fixes up everything the little guy knocks over in his wake, not out of some compulsion to keep everything neat but moreso to keep himself occupied in the meantime. Books were reshelved, pencils were nudged back into place, and as he's fixing a stack of paper he notices the creature takes interest of a book in particular. The cover is hard to read at this angle although there's a good bet it's either virology or law based.
"Can you read buddy?" The question is asked just as it begins to split itself apart, Leon watching in horrified fascination as it shoves the book into itself and then returns to normal. The lack of indents showing a book even existed is... Interesting, but not too surprising considering this thing can just do what it wants apparently. Physics be damned.
... can it eat anything? Perhaps an annoying man across the walkway? It's tempting to think about, but he also doesn't want to take advantage of whatever this is for his own nefarious purposes. That'd be rude. For now he's back on observation duty, curious about what else this sentient disaster Roomba can do.
The grumble he gets back is paired with a number of gestures and a glance that seems to convey a multitude of possibilities. Perhaps it recognized this confusion of body language, as it tippy-tapped it's way to a pencil holder and raided it for every writing utensil contained within.
A loose sheet of note paper was attacked, several hands writing at once in synchrony. Shaky print blocks, looping, elaborate curls, each hand seemed to have it's own style to write with, and intended to write it's own words without regard for the writing of any others. The end result was a rat-king of words, all tangled and scribbled together. The beast held it up with a beaming, proud grin of loose, raggedy teeth.
Well.. The answer if it could read was not answered, but it could at least write.. sort of. There were letters in there at least. Words, presumably. Sentences, in theory.
Something nearby is hurgling and gurgling. (@lilguydredge)
Leon is in the middle of trying to figure out a place to sleep for himself, having torn up a bunch of books he considered not important and used their pages as an almost bedding. The urge to nest can be blamed almost entirely on the Plagas, some primal instinct fueling the need to craft someplace comfortable to rest. It's... Embarrassing, almost. But luckily he doesn't care about how Wesker feels, knows the Nemesis can't feel, and Birkin is caught up in his feelings and hardly explores the building. And so he feels safe enough to do this unorthodox thing, getting comfortable...
When he hears a strange noise to his left.
It's the territorial instinct that gets him on edge, tensing as he pokes his head around and tries to locate the strange sounds. It's when he nudges over a pile of books that he spots it, this... Thing. This weird thing that's hurgling at him. The harsh spikes and tentacles flare up in response and Leon gets closer to the ground, tail lashing out and thumping around.
... he makes chittering noises back.
Whoah!!! Whoah!! Another dulcet-toned hurgling among the stacks of books!! Another who appreciates a good warbling moan to fill a room with melodic gargling. A friend, perhaps???
The Lil Guy frisks and skips from side to side on it's mismatched limbs- little bony legs skittering while meatier paws slapped heavily against the floor. A half dozen little noodly arms snake out from the skull of it's back, simultaneously helping to pull it along faster and reaching to take one of Leon's hands and shake it with three of it's own.
"Ghbragl!!" It gargles in introduction. "Rghjrkllghh!"
Formalities taken care of, it continues it's scramble, going up and over Leon's back to investigate for itself; pulling at spikes, grabbing at tendrils and poking at unusual eyes.
His first instinct is to back away, because considering all the things he's seen in the Fog so far this could be dangerous... Despite how... Kinda cute it was? It just seems like an excitable little creature thing, even if it's odd little hands feel weird on his tough skin. The noise earns a head tilt and he's about to respond back when, hey!! It's already managed to crawl onto his back, and Leon hisses as it begins pulling on his spikes and the eyes shut in response to the jabbing.
He twirls around comically, tail smacking into things and knocking over books as he tries to grab the dredgey thing to keep it from playing on him like a jungle gym. "Hey, little guy-" roll credits, "Stop that!" Eventually, and with enough floundering around, the large mismatched claw on his back managed to scoop up the Dredge and hold it at a "safe" distance while he gives it a little glare.
This thing is admittedly silly, reminding Leon of a puppy that's eager to make new friends... And he can't be mad at that. Look at it, hurgling and gurgling over there. His expression softens. "How'd you even get here, past Wesker and Nemesis? If you snuck past em that's respectable in its own right."
Being scooped is part of the package when you're just a li'l guy. So it takes this well enough at first, stretching out those rope little arms to try and pull itself upright and kicking it's little legs. When that doesn't work is when some temper starts to show, hurgling some complaints that become full on wails, ultimately leading it it's trump card whenever it gets stuck; it retreats into its skull-shell.
Head zoops in like a snail, wiggly arms and jabby legs follow after. The scythe arm and heavy paw squeeze in after with some impossible anatomical squish. It doesn't stop there as the skull itself seems to fold inwards into a pit of empty darkness that collapses upon itself with a puff of smoke.
A moment later a drawer in a desk shoots open and out trundles the tiny dredge, happy as can be and looking for more things to investigate.
Watching as the little dredgling begins to panic over immobility concerns Leon for a second, about to let it go in fear of somehow hurting it when... What. Huh? Where'd it go? "Wait, I didn't mean to- ah shit..." He looks around for where this creature could've gone to, feeling guilty over it leaving in such a panic until a drawer opens and out rolls that same skull, and it seems....fine?
The killer slowly moves over to watch as tiny Dredge hobbles around making its noises, inspecting the skull for cracks from a distance and once seeing that everything is alright he decides to be more of a passive observer than anything. Not too close, though. His eyes are still slowly blinking open and looking around.
"Well aren't you just fascinating, huh?" He makes some soft chirps towards Lil Guy idly, like a sort of stim. Maybe that'll make up for the rude grabbing.
The chirps make the little dredge pause, tilting it's eye over to investigate the noise, but it just as quickly decides it doesn't matter and rambles on it's way, treating the items on the desk like a jungle- pushing some things aside and clambering over others.
But.. if one listened close to the noises it made to itself as it roamed, there did seem to be some chirps of it's own among the rumbles and wails. An echoing of Leon, perhaps?
Books seemed extra interesting, though some of them were larger than the dredge itself. It would climb up one to stand on the cover and peer down at it, turning this way and that to get the orientation just right, use several arms and a lot of strain to pick it up and flip open some pages, then generally chattered to itself and pushed the book away.
When it finally found one that seemed more interesting to it, it ate the book. That mouth opened wide like a zipper, unraveling the creature almost into two while arms shoved the book into the waiting maw.
Something nearby is hurgling and gurgling. (@lilguydredge)
Leon is in the middle of trying to figure out a place to sleep for himself, having torn up a bunch of books he considered not important and used their pages as an almost bedding. The urge to nest can be blamed almost entirely on the Plagas, some primal instinct fueling the need to craft someplace comfortable to rest. It's... Embarrassing, almost. But luckily he doesn't care about how Wesker feels, knows the Nemesis can't feel, and Birkin is caught up in his feelings and hardly explores the building. And so he feels safe enough to do this unorthodox thing, getting comfortable...
When he hears a strange noise to his left.
It's the territorial instinct that gets him on edge, tensing as he pokes his head around and tries to locate the strange sounds. It's when he nudges over a pile of books that he spots it, this... Thing. This weird thing that's hurgling at him. The harsh spikes and tentacles flare up in response and Leon gets closer to the ground, tail lashing out and thumping around.
... he makes chittering noises back.
Whoah!!! Whoah!! Another dulcet-toned hurgling among the stacks of books!! Another who appreciates a good warbling moan to fill a room with melodic gargling. A friend, perhaps???
The Lil Guy frisks and skips from side to side on it's mismatched limbs- little bony legs skittering while meatier paws slapped heavily against the floor. A half dozen little noodly arms snake out from the skull of it's back, simultaneously helping to pull it along faster and reaching to take one of Leon's hands and shake it with three of it's own.
"Ghbragl!!" It gargles in introduction. "Rghjrkllghh!"
Formalities taken care of, it continues it's scramble, going up and over Leon's back to investigate for itself; pulling at spikes, grabbing at tendrils and poking at unusual eyes.
His first instinct is to back away, because considering all the things he's seen in the Fog so far this could be dangerous... Despite how... Kinda cute it was? It just seems like an excitable little creature thing, even if it's odd little hands feel weird on his tough skin. The noise earns a head tilt and he's about to respond back when, hey!! It's already managed to crawl onto his back, and Leon hisses as it begins pulling on his spikes and the eyes shut in response to the jabbing.
He twirls around comically, tail smacking into things and knocking over books as he tries to grab the dredgey thing to keep it from playing on him like a jungle gym. "Hey, little guy-" roll credits, "Stop that!" Eventually, and with enough floundering around, the large mismatched claw on his back managed to scoop up the Dredge and hold it at a "safe" distance while he gives it a little glare.
This thing is admittedly silly, reminding Leon of a puppy that's eager to make new friends... And he can't be mad at that. Look at it, hurgling and gurgling over there. His expression softens. "How'd you even get here, past Wesker and Nemesis? If you snuck past em that's respectable in its own right."
Being scooped is part of the package when you're just a li'l guy. So it takes this well enough at first, stretching out those rope little arms to try and pull itself upright and kicking it's little legs. When that doesn't work is when some temper starts to show, hurgling some complaints that become full on wails, ultimately leading it it's trump card whenever it gets stuck; it retreats into its skull-shell.
Head zoops in like a snail, wiggly arms and jabby legs follow after. The scythe arm and heavy paw squeeze in after with some impossible anatomical squish. It doesn't stop there as the skull itself seems to fold inwards into a pit of empty darkness that collapses upon itself with a puff of smoke.
A moment later a drawer in a desk shoots open and out trundles the tiny dredge, happy as can be and looking for more things to investigate.
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Something nearby is hurgling and gurgling. (@lilguydredge)
Leon is in the middle of trying to figure out a place to sleep for himself, having torn up a bunch of books he considered not important and used their pages as an almost bedding. The urge to nest can be blamed almost entirely on the Plagas, some primal instinct fueling the need to craft someplace comfortable to rest. It's... Embarrassing, almost. But luckily he doesn't care about how Wesker feels, knows the Nemesis can't feel, and Birkin is caught up in his feelings and hardly explores the building. And so he feels safe enough to do this unorthodox thing, getting comfortable...
When he hears a strange noise to his left.
It's the territorial instinct that gets him on edge, tensing as he pokes his head around and tries to locate the strange sounds. It's when he nudges over a pile of books that he spots it, this... Thing. This weird thing that's hurgling at him. The harsh spikes and tentacles flare up in response and Leon gets closer to the ground, tail lashing out and thumping around.
... he makes chittering noises back.
Whoah!!! Whoah!! Another dulcet-toned hurgling among the stacks of books!! Another who appreciates a good warbling moan to fill a room with melodic gargling. A friend, perhaps???
The Lil Guy frisks and skips from side to side on it's mismatched limbs- little bony legs skittering while meatier paws slapped heavily against the floor. A half dozen little noodly arms snake out from the skull of it's back, simultaneously helping to pull it along faster and reaching to take one of Leon's hands and shake it with three of it's own.
"Ghbragl!!" It gargles in introduction. "Rghjrkllghh!"
Formalities taken care of, it continues it's scramble, going up and over Leon's back to investigate for itself; pulling at spikes, grabbing at tendrils and poking at unusual eyes.
✦ Has your own interpretation changed from when you first began playing the character?
((Absolutely! But also, sort of?
When I first started this blog the idea was that it would be a Pet Blog style thing where an unseen poster (Who would be Ji-Woon) would be posting *for* dredge. Think StraycatJ and the like. It's still SORT OF like that but not entirely.
As for Dredge itself, I've read a lot more into the lore and dug around as much as I can and... It's changed a tiny bit here and there but mostly I've just compartmentalized the headcanons off into This Dredge and Those Dredges.
I hope to someday start introducing those Other Dredges here, or even just start worldbuilding on some of the lore I have rattling around. For example; Lil Guy doesn't Eat things so much as they go off into a pocket dimension of sorts. That pocket dimension may or may not have it's own Dredge in it that has it's own pocket dimension, and so on and so forth. It's dredges the whole way down.))
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entity has some weird taste in dogs
Is it too late for a kissie for dredgie? He's just a li'l guy.... (@lilguydredge)
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He's unsure of how to feel about the small little dredgling currently sad-hurgling at his feet, giving him the saddest little nightmare eyes. The kiss meme is over, he isn't obligated to give out any more smooches... But this thing looks so sad about it. He's not sure what to do.
And so he just kinda. Crouches down. Smooches his palm and then gently pats it on the head. "How's that little buddy?" Pat pat.
BITING AND CHEWING AND BITING AND KILL KILL KILL
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✘ Any unpopular opinions about your muse?
♧ Any part of their canon portrayal you dislike?
☯ Is your muse liked or disliked by fandom? Does this affect your portrayal?
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✦ Has your own interpretation changed from when you first began playing the character?
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✿ Why did you decide that they [insert headcanon here]?
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Do you hate humanity or not, bro???
Lil guy is very clever.
Soon he would see the great and powerful Entity standing before him with a claim face. Then she would place a small cowboy hat and a place a holster with a cap gun in it before leaving without a word.
Yeeeaugh, pardners.
A kissie for Lil Guy?? @lilguydredge
Daw! How could she resist?
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