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Would you be interested in writing some self aware Telemon?
Like one day he “wakes up” and is hit with the horror of “I’m not real so why tf am I alive?”
In the midst of this harrowing revelation he ends up latching onto a player; maybe they accidentally comforted him.
To everyone else it looks like the account is active again or got hacked and is now weirdly attached to some rando.
Thread: The One and Only Original Experience
(Self Aware!Telamon x GN!Reader)
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I think i started tweaking a little when aero told me about this ask. i have a slight suspicion on who requested this but, oh well. if my suspicions are right, then this might be one of my favorite writers.
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Re: same as last time, heres all you need to know about the story:
warnings: telamon, very subtle obsessive behavior due to your last sentence in your request
format: oneshot, headcanons
type: fluff, romantic, slight angst because of existential dread
important notes:
Telamon uses he/them. he also speaks in the third person.
Reader will be spoken in the second person and third person (they/them). Reader’s user is [USERNAME]. I know, pretty original if i do say so myself. (its a stand in for your actual user but its funnier this way.)
summary: telamon is suffering the highs and lows of life in the few hours they’re sentient. Then plays games with you
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this might be a little longer then expected. formatting is a little weird but we ball
theres a part two at the end
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“The One and Only Original Experience”
It all happened.
It was like a 4 year old gaining awareness for the first time.
Telamon was confused. Where was he? What’s happening?
Despite not having any prior memories about actual experiences, he instinctively knew what he was.
A admin. Someone whose purpose is to protect and control all Robloxians in this digital world.
Yeah. of course! They’re one of the most important and powerful beings on this website.
… that’s what he initially thought.
After staring into the void of endless copy & paste and slop games, he finally brought himself to join SWORD FIGHT ON THE HEIGHTS IV. No not the remakes. The one he (technically) made.
It was slightly disappointing to see the difference between the fan made remake’s and the original’s player counts be different, the fan one having a more active and consistent audience.
He spawned on the highest point of the map, surrounded by pillars. Looks like he joined into a quiet server, there was only one other person. He didn’t bother to really check as he was inspecting the admin controls at his array. They summoned an illumina, tilting the bright highlighted weapon as if he’s been wielding the sword since millennia.
Oh yeah, this was much more of his style.
Looking over the edge of where he was perched, he spotted one singular player at the center map where the fire ring resigned. They seem to be walking around in a small circle, as if they were a dog chasing its tail. probably waiting for someone to join and engage in battle.
They certainly had a very interesting avatar, that’s for sure. New items that he’s never seen before. But oh well, he didn’t care. Besides, either way, this was-
His most newest victim. Heh.
All of the sudden, he activates the Illumina. Dashing to the unsuspecting player. Said player physically jumps as they finally realize that they were, in fact, not alone in this dead game. But that couldn’t save them this time.
Telamon shift locks, spinning his own avatar to create a larger hit box and add more burst damage. he watches as the unnamed player’s avatar explodes off each of their limbs before suddenly disappearing as if nobody was just PWNED here.
[USERNAME]: THE HELL???
Said the player who he had just utterly destroyed. He felt… great! His competitive nature started to flare up in excitement. He expected the other to start spewing insults and claims of being a “bot”, and honestly, it would’ve made his ego(hey) go over the roof-
[USERNAME]: wait a sec
Oh? Did they finally recognize the true one and only Telamon and all of his righteousness?
[USERNAME]: is this the real Telamon
Telamon ✓: Of course Telamon is himself.
[USERNAME]: no way in hell
Heh, seems like someone is finally understands what true glory they’re witnessing
[USERNAME]: this gotta be some hacker
[USERNAME]: yo acc hasnt been active for years
What.
Huh.
Telamon stood there. No motion coming from their avatar except for the built in idle stance as he absorbed the new found knowledge. He didn’t even move a stud as [USERNAME] walks towards them. It’s not like the stranger was an opponent close to his level, he could easily wiped the avatar off of its feet. But [USERNAME] had unequipped their sword, so he suppose that he’d spare them from his untouchable skills.
Besides, he was too busy thinking.
It’s not true…
It literally can’t be true! It felt like it was practically yesterday he was answering confused and (no offense) idiotic Robloxians on forums. Maybe this was just a whole big misunderstan-
[USERNAME]: you good?
Of course he was good, he felt better than good! They felt godly! He was SUPPOSED to feel godly.
… he didn’t feel great at all.
Telamon ✓: Telamon is himself.
…
Telamon ✓: No hacker involved.
Another awkward silence was held in the chat. He suddenly stepped a little closer to the avatar in front of them
[USERNAME]: okay okay
[USERNAME]: i believe you
Telamon ✓: Good.
Telamon ✓: What is it like now?
[USERNAME]: what
Telamon ✓: Robloxia.
[USERNAME]: oh uhm
[USERNAME]: a lot has changed since you were last online
[USERNAME]: its really hard to explain without showing
He said nothing.
[USERNAME]: sorry
Silence again.
Truly the most intriguing conversation in all of Roblox.
Then suddenly, from [USERNAME]’s point of view, they got a connection request from Telamon.
what what what what what what
[USERNAME]: was that by mistake
Telamon ✓: Show him.
Telamon ✓: Show him what this platform is like now.
Those messages popped up a little too quickly in the chat. But whatever, [USERNAME] accepted his connection request.
Oh wow. They’re seriously just became an affiliate with THE telamon. it’s totally like they weren’t freaking behind the screen. Or more specifically, you were freaking behind the screen.
welp, looks like you have to show what this place has become to Telamon now.
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Whenever you join a game, he’ll be there.
yes this is a threat
It doesn’t matter what type of game it is, he’ll still join you.
Especially joke games (Like cart ride into 17 pregnant hyenas). They love also admin abusing in these games as people freak out on the fact that he is, again, Telamon.
if its one of those scenery experiences, he’ll follow along as always. Maybe just chat to you as you both sit on the swinging bench.
Sometimes the conversation you both hold can be life changing, for you but mostly for telamon. Sometimes it’s just meaningless small talk with “how was your day” or “what’s on your mind. Sometimes they’re just him bragging about “his prime.”
Though, stay there to long when he says “he’s bored and needs entertainment”, he’ll somehow teleport you to either SFOTH or any fighting game that had peak Interesting.
He is a quick learner so don’t worry too much about teaching the basics to them about any games.
Along side with that fact, he is also observant of other players and how they act.
He did express his distaste for how often he sees sexualization of… almost everything one time, while you were both sitting on rocks by the golden sea.
but, its rare for them to open up about such topics. They’d rather live in bliss and consistent dopamine, but. They’re not stupid. Far from that. So, he’s willing to be uncomfortable if it ment having another day hanging around you.
Well, he did become connections with you to see what this platform has become and try to “fit in”. Like a gramps trying to learn new slang. So the fact that when he friended you, it said “connection”, he felt confused. That’s the best way to explain it.
He doesn’t show this thoughtful side of him to the public of course. He only did with you, since no one could literally understand his situation. You were simply only to accept him for who he truly was. Even if takes a long time for you to settle into your own absurd situation. Not the real man himself, but the manifestation of the account itself. Personality built on words that their account had said.
But enough of this sob story, back to how he treats you.
he back shots you whenever he can.
Yeah, you heard that right. He kept seeing players who were friends and players who obviously liked another’s avatar doing such acts and thought, happens enough, must be normal.
He doesn’t care if you turn to face him suddenly, he just move and continue. Unless your back is blocked by a wall, then he’ll front shot you. If you state that you’re uncomfortable with it, he’ll stop. He has standards.
If he can’t back shot you, he’ll just stand on your head.
They basically only interact with you.
It’s not a surprise that he is swarmed by curious, confused, and excited players. Of course, a once dormant yet well known account now active. Extremely active.
It boosts his ego by thousands but it does annoy him if the chat is spammed and he cant see your messages.
He says their greetings once in a while to the crowd before going back affectionately bullying you.
People have audibly stated out loud as a joke that Telamon (sometime people call Shedletsky) is obsessed. Telamon won’t agree but won’t deny as well.
They also have a very vague idea on who Shedletsky is. Sure they can grasp that it’s technically them but, he doesn’t really associate himself with the account. Especially not the real guy.
He wants you to only pay attention to him.
If someone was bullying/toxic to you, he’ll happily target them in every way he can. Sure he can get kicked from the game he didn’t give two shits as long as he isn’t banned.
It feels like sleeping while he’s banned. But there’s also a slight guilt when he “wakes up” for the fact that he was not able to contact you for however long his ban was.
If he ever gets a ban for more than 1 month, he’d die a little inside. If it was for more then a year…
He also doesn’t like it if you start to focus on a new stranger for a little too long in a game. He just might to accidentally kick them from the experience. Saying that “oh, they must’ve simply disconnected. What a shame.”
If you’re playing with your friends and you seem happy enough, he’ll reluctantly be less annoying and all up in your face. They’ll still follow you around like a lost puppy though.
Catch him in a game without you, probably pwning everyone in sight. He sounds normal but his dialogue has a little undertone of annoyance. It’s hard to tell with how unbothered he sounds at all times.
Sometimes calls you loving nicknames as a way to catch your attention. like the stereotypical “dear”, or “sweetheart”
He really likes showing off.
Whenever you spectate him in a skill based game, he’ll do everything to try to impress you.
And if you have a cosplay of telamon. I personally think they’ll just start spewing out compliments.
Telamon ✓: Telamon finds your eagerness of your appreciation towards him, heart warming.
Telamon ✓: Of course, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
He enjoys head canon designs, seeing that he is perceived as a god in the modern times.
But gets real jealous if you talk about a telamon cosplayer’s avatar a little too long for his liking. Why fawn over wannabes when you can have the real thing beside you
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Re: jesus christ man
i talk way too long. but i did have fun writing bro. its totally not like im biased or anything
Summary: you found a cat on your way home. It was dark already and the poor thing look hungry and scared, so you decided to take him in. The plan was to nurse him until he gets better but he likes you so much he kept coming back to you. Not so long later you found out he has friends.
Note: what will happens if tfc cast could transforming into a cat? Not focusing on the canon story—just a very clever clingy cat that chooses you to be their new family member.
Chapter 1/?: A poor stray cat.
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It was a moonless night. You’re tired from working and being yell by your boss all day. Dragging your heavy body out of the train and go straight to your home, if you have to interact with more human today you might actually become a dust like vampire burning by sunlight.
Cooperate job could be soul sucking sometimes but in this economy, can you even choose? Just have a stable job was good enough, as long as the salary was acceptable it’s fine.
But it still doesn’t make you any less tired tho.
Oh you wish you had some emotional support like others. Someone or something to wait for you at home that not your bills.
Maybe god has heard your prayers or pity you, so he sent you a surprise.
‘Meow’
A faint, tiny cry—so soft you nearly missed it—drifted from a nearby alleyway.
Intrigued, you craned your neck to peer into the dark passage, only to be met by a pair of glowing, orange-yellow eyes staring right back. You decided to switch on your phone's flashlight to illuminate the source, and just as you had expected—it was a cat.
It possesses fur that appears coarse and unkempt. You notice faint traces of red amidst its coat, leading you to assume that it may be injured; what is certain, however, is that it looks extremely weak. It fixes its gaze upon you, appearing poised to flee yet lacking the strength to do so—managing only to arch its back in a wary posture. This reveals to you that it is a rather large cat, though it appears somewhat thin.
Before you could even ask yourself if it was hungry, you noticed a scattering of fishbones lying near the cat—with fruit flies buzzing over them, too. Judging by the rummaged-through trash bag nearby, the fish likely came from there.
Oh hell no.
You walked as fast as you can to the nearest minimart then purchased two cans of cat food. Ripped the lid off and placed it on the ground, slowly pushing it near the cat.
You shifted back to give the cat some space. It stared back and forth between you and the can of food, hesitating for a full minute, before finally lowering its head and eating ravenously. Once the first can was empty, you picked up another opened can, placed it in front of the cat, and poured water from your bottle into the empty can. Watching the hungry cat eats the second can until it finished.
As the cat bent down to drink, it seemed to realize it was being watched, turning its gaze back toward you—this time with curiosity. You tentatively extended your hand; the cat recoiled slightly but eventually stretched out its neck to sniff your hand. You remained still, allowing the cat to familiarize itself with your scent, letting it know that you were a friend not foes.
“You’re new around here don’t you? I have never seen you before.”
You didn’t remember seeing any cat around here before, this cat might be roaming too far from its area and stumped upon this district, or it might be abandoned by some jerk.
You hope it’s not the second case.
Seeing that the cat no longer shied away from your touch, you began to stroke its fur gently. The cat flinched slightly but allowed you to handle it without unsheathing its claws, slowly succumbing to the sensation of your touch until, finally, it began to purr.
You let out a soft chuckle felt like your inner mind being healed by this little creature. Well, not that little judging by the size but it still smaller than you anyway.
You use this as an opportunity to look for any wounds the cat might have. Looking closely the blood doesn’t come from the cat, maybe they did hunt bird or mice to eat and end up straining their fur in the process.
Well it’s a good thing it did not hurts anywhere.
You continued stroking the cat as if addicted—and it seemed to cooperate more readily, having realized that you posed no threat. Its big, round eyes gazed up at you, looking so incredibly adorable that you felt an urge to simply scream to vent your overwhelming cuteness aggression.
Is this what people who have cat experience everyday? Now, you starting to understand why cat lover often gets crazy over their cat.
You would love to play with the cat more, but it’s getting late. It won’t be safe for you to stay out here longer and alone. Plus you still got work tomorrow.
“Welp, I guess we have to say goodbye.”
You retreat your hand from the soft cheek of the cat…not so willingly.
“Meow?” The cat lets out a sound, as if wondering why you’ve stopped playing with it.
You sigh; you don’t want this moment to end either, but your body is screaming for your beloved bed—and if you don’t get to sleep soon, you definitely won’t make it to work on time.
“I’m sorry little one. I have to go back home now, stay out of the road and beware of bad people okay?”
“Meow.”
The cat answered with a short meow that made you smile. As if it understands what you’re saying.
“I live not far away from here, if you go down this block and turn left at a flower shop there will be a blue house with a black roof, that was my house. If you ever want to play with me you could go there.” The cat tilts its head as you yaps.
“Who am I kidding talking to a cat…anyway see you around kitty.”
You wave at the cat as goodbye then turning back to your route.
Shortly after you walked away, a car pulled up and parked at the entrance to the alley. Its headlights cast a beam upon a small cat, which regarded the vehicle with a rather unfriendly gaze.
The cat's shadow—cast by the light—took on a bizarre shape; it was so massive and terrifying that it bore not the slightest resemblance to the shadow of a cat.
The door was opened along with teasing voices.
“Looking more rough than usual aren’t you? Pierrot.”
The darkness looming in the alley slowly turning into a human shape-like shadow. However the horns other features on the body was certainly not human.
The ‘cat’ looked at the new person with annoyed expression before move to sit in the front seat. Closing the door. “Of course, I do. Since you decided to leave me behind on purpose for days.”
“It can’t be helped. Those government dog was so stubborn these days. It’s really getting annoying.”
The green eyes man shrugged his shoulders as he explained, doesn’t seemed really bothered to care about it actually.
“What about you? Something interesting happened?”
“…I’m not telling you anything.”
“Fine, keep it to yourself. I have wayy more interesting life than you anyway.”
“Can you just shut up?”
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Note: *open another story while trying to figure out the old one*
As you could see…I did have some trouble writing the heat TT chapter, so it will took a while to write his chapter because I also got exams this week. But I’ll try to finish it as soon as I can so be patient!
This series was born because I want to change mood. A hot monster who could also turn into a cat? Why not!
Idea of MC being part monster but not knowing. Then at a certain age or period of their adult life, finally that side makes itself known.
"Knock knock~" Harlequin opened your balcony door and slowly stepped inside your home. He looked around, noticing you not in your room.
"Hmm...Perhaps in the living room?" He walked to the living room, then saw you not there too. Then he looked in your kitchen. Nothing again.
"Where in the--Ah...Bathroom." He checked and saw the bathroom door closed, but the light clearly was on in there.
"Dear one?~"
A sound of glass shattering was heard from inside the bathroom. Instantly Harlequin's heart skipped a beat from that noise.
"Darling? Are you alright in there?"
You were quiet for a moment, then you finally spoke. But you sounded nervous or stressed. "Y-yeah. I'm fine! Don't worry about me!"
He stared at the door after listening to your words. Then he focused on hearing your heart beat and heard it racing at a mile.
You were scared...No...you were hiding something.
He grabbed the door knob and tried to turn it. It was locked.
"Dear one. Open the door." He asked in a firm tone.
You didn't reply.
"Dearest...I am giving you to the count of five to open the door or I am breaking it down. One...Two...Three..." The sound of the door unlocking was heard, and slowly you opened the door, just enough for a crack, as you spoke.
"I...I'm not feeling well right now...Can you please come back later? Tomorrow preferably?"
"I'm not leaving until you tell me what's wrong. Now open the door."
"I...I can't...I...You'll scream...Or run...I--You can't see me like this. Trust me...Please..." Your voice started to shrink as you spoke, the fear in your voice clear as day now.
"...Dear one, whatever you are hiding from me, scared to show me. I believe I can handle it. Trust me when I say, I've seen things you wouldn't believe or be able to comprehend."
You were silent for a moment...Then finally you let out a small "...Okay..." and slowly you opened the door.
His eyes grew wide at the sight before him.
"I...I don't know what's happening to me...I thought I was having a nightmare and then--" Your tears fell as you looked down at yourself.
Some of your human features were transformed into animalistic features...Your nails were longer now, claws. You grew fans. You had horns starting to show and your eyes glowed in a bright color that was not of your own.
"You're..." Harlequin was about to say something but you cut him off.
"I'm a freak...I'm a monster..." You started to sob as your knees grew weak and you fell to your knees, sitting on the ground in a emotional weak state.
Harlequin stood there watching you in silence, then slowly stepped forward and knelt down to wrap his arms around you. Hugging you close and tight against him.
"You're no freak or monster, dear one. Believe me when I say that." You grabbed onto him, hugging him tightly, your hands gripping onto the back of his shirt. Your claws desperately clinging to him for comfort and security. "You're beautiful...No matter what form you take."
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That one scent headcanon u did? Can u do one for the swords!!
SWORDS with Human!Reader Scent
Context: Humans are different from Inphernals. Humans have been extinct in the Inpherno for Generations. Humans smell alluring to Inphernals if they are in close contact or if the human has gotten an injury.
(Not all Swords are present btw)
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Firebrand: Despite his distance from most places and all Inphernals--the wind is non-discriminatory and it still carried a particular smell to him. A smell that was both savory, rich, and even carrying a bit of salt and spice within it.
It was that particular scent that causes him to look up in a brief moment of shock before a look or pure puzzlement crossed his face. It can't be...those beings had left this world a long time ago. Back when...his father...used to reign over the Inpherno.
Despite his self-imposed isolation, he finds himself looking towards Crossroads and he, in a fit of curiosity, had flown over to see what was occurring in his old stomping grounds. He can hear a large commotion taking place in the streets, and upon carefully perching on a building to look at the mortals below, he could see that the Inphernals were all acting incredibly irrational and attacking each other blindly.
In a way, it reminded him of more primal times...back when the Inpherno was younger and Inphernals had yet to found the civility to live peacefully together in communities.
The mortals below seemed to be in a frenzy and the familiar scent Firebrand had followed had gotten even stronger over time as he stayed in his hidden spot on the nearby building. Finally, his glowing eye managed to scope out an odd figure that was dodging the chaotic population and trying to escape the chaos instead of joining the fight.
A hornless.
Firebrand becomes transfixed on the fleeing figure, as he slowly follows them from above along the rooftops. Even from where he was, he could see that the hornless was hiding an injury of some sort as they ran away from the fighting and he finds himself pitying the mortal.
After all these years, he figured that their kind had been hunted to extinction back in the old days.
He can even remember when Windforce would partake in the old hunts of their kind and Firebrand had tried to prevent them from going extinct, but by the time he had acted...it was already too late.
Eventually, the last members of their race perished and only Inphernals had remained. It was a rather old source of guilt that he tends to forget he has deep in his heart, but he's relieved that at least ONE lineage of the hornless had managed to survive.
But, now the question becomes for how long?
Venomshank: Venom had officially met you once you became a good friend with Sword. You had dropped by for a visit and met him in person, and Venom was quite taken aback when Sword revealed that his new friend was a hornless. Those haven't been seen in centuries...why...he can barely remember the hornless.
They were on the brink of extinction by the time his father created him, and he could remember that Firebrand was rather distressed about their race being hunted by his sibling, Windforce. But, he doesn't have much memories involving the hornless, so meeting one in person after so many centuries was exciting.
Every single time you visited Sword, you didn't mind helping out Venom with cooking, cleaning up things, or just putting things back into the armory. You were a rather helpful and polite guest, which is probably why Venom tends to like you so much...or...maybe it was something else.
You had managed to get more and more familiar with Venomshank and you even started to give him little hugs whenever you would say hello or goodbye to him before going to hang out with Sword for the rest of the day...and that's when Venom started to notice something peculiar about you.
Despite his mask, your scent seemed to just waft in through his ventilators with no hesitation and it gave him pause on a few occasions.
Your smell was so sweet, but it was also hinted with a bit of floral additives...and he could even feel the pulse of your blood just underneath the soft supple flesh through the contact of his clothes.
It was at that point that Venom was happy that he tends to wear a mask, as his teeth started to jitter in response to the closeness of your flesh. Venom is aware of his...feral habits...and it doesn't help that your scent just seems to tickle that primal response in his brain.
As a result, his hugs tend to be short-lived and he is quick to say goodbye as he hurries off elsewhere. He just...he just needed to get a grip is all.
However, this only intensifies if you accidentally hurt yourself while playing with Sword in the fighting gallery, as the scent suddenly spikes in intensity and Venom finds himself taking in a slow and deep breath through his mask.
He allows Sword to help heal your minor injury, as Venom doesn't trust himself enough to allow him to get close to you in your injured state.
Even as he watches through you both through the lenses in his mask, his teeth have sharpened and his chin is covered in a thin layer of drool. Despite it not being his season...he could feel the feral urge rising up in his chest.
He steps away to take a breather elsewhere for your safety.
Darkheart: The moment you made that kerfuffle occur in the middle of Crossroads, Darkheart has been practically shadowing you ever since without your knowledge. They find your proneness to causing chaos and frenzies SO amusing!
You just go from place to place, accidentally hurt yourself, and chaos was quick to follow and ruin many Inphernals days! You are even starting to get under Ban Hammer's skin with all of your tomfoolery and Darkheart can't help but laugh in mockery of all the Inphernals becoming wild and feral...
In fact, it reminded them of someone they know.
Still, the chaos deity follows in the shadows of the local hornless that seemed to be ignorant to all the threats that surround them. Now weren't you just a confident lost little lamb that has wondered far beyond the safety of your fence~? Blissfully unaware of how you pass Inphernals that watch you with starved gazes and drooling maws...itching to strike and feast upon that soft flesh of yours.
Yet, Darkheart wasn't fully immune himself.
He has caught your scent multiple times as he follows your ignorant form in the darkness of all the buildings and mortals that pass you by. Something so deliciously sweet and and savory...and a bit of salt to tingle the tongue!
It's no wonder why the mortals go insane the moment you allow a little bit of that tasty blood to drip out from that soft flesh of yours...and he wants to try it himself one of these days.
Yet, he doesn't want to devour you just yet. You are FAR more entertaining to keep alive and let loose on all the other factions in the Inpherno!
Just stay alive long enough for him to get bored so he can claim you for himself. . .
Windforce: Her nose had picked up on your scent the moment she went to check on her son to see how he was doing and to answer his question about a rather "odd" prisoner that he had managed to arrest in Crossroads.
It triggered something deep within her memories that causes her to pause in place for just a moment, and there was no doubt what that type of scent belonged to.
No...that can't be. They've been gone for centuries...every last one of them was hunted down and ripped apart by the Inphernals of the old world...including herself.
Her strides become long and full of purpose as she follows the scent on the wind like a shark. The moment she arrived at the source, she could see her son, Ban Hammer, in the middle of interrogating a smaller figure...
A hornless.
A species that was supposed to have been extinct a long time ago and this one was merely sitting in a chair and trying their best to answer her son's questions. Yet, the moment she approaches, her son was happy to welcome his mother to the Banlands.
She nods in affirmation, yet her gaze did not waiver from her ancient prey.
The hornless that was sitting in the chair had to crane their neck to look up at her larger stature, and they even had to lean back a little just to even look into her four eyes, and she could feel the anxiety that was coming off of the hornless in waves.
Good. The prey still knows their place on the food chain around here...
Even from her towering height, she could smell that strong presence of a hornless's blood scent and her eyes catch the bandaged injury on their hand. She then turns to ask Ban Hammer about it.
She is quickly filled in on the situation that had happened in Crossroads where the hornless had started a full-on riot in the streets after they had accidentally sprayed some passerby civilians with their blood, and it quickly grew into an all-out brawl in the streets.
Windforce could only roll her eyes.
Of course the mortals of today would be hyper-sensitive to the familiar smell of their ancient prey. Back then, it would take a massive pool of their blood to cause a feverish frenzy to take place...now? All it takes is one little drop.
Windforce then stares back at the small hornless and she quietly takes a slow and deep breath. A familiar scent of something sickeningly sweet and tart fills her nose and it reminded her of her younger years.
Back when she would get the drop in on her targets and use her teeth and claws to rip and tear their soft supple flesh from their bodies. A maddening flavor, numerous sprays of blood, and a uproar of fear-filled screams...
She is only brought back to the present from a question by her son about the identity of this "undocumented weirdo" and Windforce gives you a wide toothy smile.
Yet, judging by how your body began to shake in response to it, she could only mentally state that you felt the threatening state of her intentions. In a way, your instincts are correct.
It's been a while since she had something interesting going on in her long immortal life...
So the sudden reappearance of one of her most favored prey is something she can look forward to.
But for now, she'll just..."visit" for a little bit.
Maybe she'll even fill her son in on what a nice little catch he has~
Cipher!reader meeting qifrey when he was freshly graduated from being an apprentice and she tried to steal from him only to be caught by qifrey.
Cipher!reader almost being caught by the knights of moralis for her crime but qifrey had to interfere.
Cipher!reader not trusting qifrey at first because he was too polite and thought he had motives for saving her.
Cipher!reader finally gaining a purpose in living after qifrey took her in as his first apperentice.
Cipher!reader discovering qifreys secret and feeling helpless not knowing what to do about it.
Cipher!reader deciding to leave qifrey without him knowing, to find any possible cure for his curse.
Cipher!reader being badmouthed by people when her name gets involved in a topic.
Cipher!reader watching from a distance qifrey take in more apperentices as years pass by as she feels envious because she too, was an apperentice of his before.
Cipher!reader yearning to go back to qifrey but couldnt do it due to her believing qifrey hated her for leaving.
Cipher!reader looking out for qifrey and his apperentices at a distance.
Cipher!reader being so scared of death and dying alone.
Cipher!reader dying by the hands of iguin, hallucinating qifrey at her last moments to comfort her fear of dying alone.
Cipher!reader being finally found by qifrey only to see her cold dead body.
Cipher!reader who had to write a letter about everything about the truth and why she left on the first place
Cipher!reader not being able to grow up into an adult.
Cipher!reader meeting qifrey when he was freshly graduated from being an apprentice and she tried to steal from him only to be caught by qifrey.
Cipher!reader almost being caught by the knights of moralis for her crime but qifrey had to interfere.
Cipher!reader not trusting qifrey at first because he was too polite and thought he had motives for saving her.
Cipher!reader finally gaining a purpose in living after qifrey took her in as his first apperentice.
Cipher!reader discovering qifreys secret and feeling helpless not knowing what to do about it.
Cipher!reader deciding to leave qifrey without him knowing, to find any possible cure for his curse.
Cipher!reader being badmouthed by people when her name gets involved in a topic.
Cipher!reader watching from a distance qifrey take in more apperentices as years pass by as she feels envious because she too, was an apperentice of his before.
Cipher!reader yearning to go back to qifrey but couldnt do it due to her believing qifrey hated her for leaving.
Cipher!reader looking out for qifrey and his apperentices at a distance.
Cipher!reader being so scared of death and dying alone.
Cipher!reader dying by the hands of iguin, hallucinating qifrey at her last moments to comfort her fear of dying alone.
Cipher!reader being finally found by qifrey only to see her cold dead body.
Cipher!reader who had to write a letter about everything about the truth and why she left on the first place
Cipher!reader not being able to grow up into an adult.
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I know they don't usually get to change clothes! But I really wanted to design some couple outfits for them... so please consider this a special case at Y/N's house! Thank you so much. You can take these clothes to wear your own characters, and I would be very honored if you drew clothes I designed and would be willing to show them to me!!!
Here are some design ideas:
1. Pierrot has a slightly greedy fantasy: he hopes that if Y/N gets tired, he can carry her for a while.
2. I referenced Jacob's sheep for Jester's horns; I'm not sure if they're actually that long, so please ignore any mistakes.
3. In my idea, Pierrot didn't understand human sizing when he first bought clothes for Y/N. Because he thought Y/N was small (my setting is 165cm), he bought her a size S. But actually, Y/N’s size is M or L. The clothes Pierrot bought was too small. Later, YN insisted on buying oversized clothes! But Pierrot like this idea because he can buy two same clothes, and Y/N never find out he’s swapped her clothes.
4. The ticket taker's suit is a tuxedo, but I drew an English tuxedo. Please ignore any mistakes in the drawing because I have not studied fashion design……thank you very much. 🌹
5. I think Doctor has done a lot of research on humans. If he has dissected many humans, then he must have undressed many people? Perhaps he is the one who truly knows what ordinary humans like to wear.
6. To make the design look better and more relaxed, I added some hair to the Doctor.
△ “Somewhere safe? We’re in this black void of nothingness here, I could really use some reassurance that we are safe here.”
△ “That is my Beast Bond mark taking effect, this darkened void is a shield keeping those Beasts from finding us within your mind.”
△ “That’s what those marks are called? And…in my mind…that’s where we are? I don’t even know what happened. I was just coming back from Beast-Yeast when I just…collapsed at my castle doors.”
△ “That must mean the Beasts have breached deep into your mind that you have fallen into deep sleep, they are currently in the process of carving you into an extension of them. If they succeed, not even death can free you from them…”
△ “You’re not that making worse, are you…?”
△ “No, I have no interest in holding a Cookie against their will, nor will I standby and let them make you theirs. I have to place my mark on the very aspect of your being they seek to control and one they cannot look into, your very soul.”
△ “That makes me feel better…sorta….”
△ “But it will not last for long, their combined power will inevitably seep into this place and they will notice your absence in your mind. We must hurry if we wish to halt their advance.”
△ “But what can I do? You’re saying I’m essentially in a coma! I can’t just wake up and risk the other Beasts striking when I do! IF I can even do that!”
△”….Do you trust me?”
△ “What?”
△ “I need you to trust me if we wish to move forward, especially with what I am going to propose with.”
△”You’re helping me out here right now and I sure DO NOT want those Beast Cookies to make me their toy. Ok…I’ll trust you.”
△ “I am currently on my way to the Grand Dusk Hotel for a meeting with Dark Enchantress Cookie. Those Beasts will also be in attendance, this will give us a moments pause from their attempts to dig further into you.”
△ “Ok…but where do I come in?”
△ “The Beast Bond isn’t a one-way path, you can attach to my mind. See what I can see. You can use this opportunity along with me to anticipate what Dark Enchantress Cookie is planning…”
△ “I can see why you asked if I could trust you, that sounds like I’m putting my own consciousness into your hands, the only thing I have left I can control.”
△ “It sounds naive, doesn’t it? Placing your trust in me when I could betray you…”
△ “But I know you won’t. Despite how you are now, I can tell that you’re not like the other Beasts. If you had wanted to take advantage of my weakened state for my soul, you would’ve done so already. Our time in the catacombs showed me that…you saw something in me that you haven’t seen in a long time…”
△ “Unity…bringing together Cookies who wouldn’t normally….it reminds me of older times…”
△ “We both want the same thing, it’s why I can say now that…I trust you…for the good of our Cookies and stuff!”
△ “Mm…heh. Very well, I will begin the transference of your consciousness into mine. Your mind has been weakened by exposure to the Beasts, you will need my aid to help move you to my mind.”
△ “How much time will we have?”
△ “Enough that you can take any useful information with you back to reality.”
△ “That depends on if a solution can even be found for these marks. You say they’re rooting deep into my form by now!”
△ “There are solutions, but they are not easy to come by.”
△ “Well? You can spill the beans.”
△ “To remove the Beast Bond marks, it must be done by the Beasts themselves. Another solution is removal by an equal or greater power to theirs. At this stage of their influence, those are your only options. The incense you have brought served you well, but it is slowly becoming less effective.”
△ “Second option it is then, because I highly doubt the Beasts will want to remove these marks willingly!”
△ “I have faith that you will find a way, through the solidarity of you and your Cookies.”
△ “I hope so, because I haven’t been unnerved like this in a while.”
△ “Are you afraid?”
△ “If I’m being honest…yeah.”
Silent Salt Cookie placed a hand on your shoulder.
△ “It is understandable that you are. Being put in a position of saving your own being or have it ripped away to be a pawn to those Beasts…”
△ “Again, kinda why I’m placing my trust in you here.”
△ “I wish you have made the right choice…let’s not delay this further. Follow in my steps.”
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·
Making sure you were following him, you walked with Silent Salt through the void. It was like the “sky” was a hazy cloud that prevented anything from getting through.
△ “So when will I know that I’m in your head?”
△ “You will begin to see what I can see. What do you see now?”
△ “It’s just more void! All around us, it has changed for a…wait….I think see…a hotel?”
Your vision started to focus on the hotel, the void around you slowly fading out of your sight as the hotel became the only thing you saw.
△ “You have made it.”
△ “Woah…it’s like I’m literally you.”
△ “Now. This plan does not come without risk. It is with great importance that you do not express strong emotions while you look through my eyes. The activity will catch unwanted eyes and we will be exposed if Dark Enchantress Cookie or the Beasts learn of your presence.”
△ “Right, that sounds easy enough…I hope.”
△ “I do remember you placing your trust in me, this is another step where that will come into play.”
△ “We’re already here, might as well see it through. I can say that now without getting a new Beast Mark in a few hours or so.”
· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·
In reality, Silent Salt Cookie opened the doors to the hotel. Where he would meet less than wanted sights.
△ “Oh dear, we nearly started without our knight in not-so-shining armor!”
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Human reader headcanons/ideas/that I have :D (I wrote all of this while in class so it’s sound more of a rambling)
This will sound weird but how non-food like grass, wood… would taste like? Like the sweet they are inspired or like the real life counterparts?
You know when there is a bad smell so you spray some perfume thinking it would fix it but now you smell both the bad and good leaving you uncomfortable
My idea is that for cookies it would taste horrible but a human would taste both flavours.
So yeah, they are edible but not sure if you could get enough energy from them and you would have to endure the taste other then that most of the objects are hard to bite (not impossible though!)
Speaking of biting, teeth!
We know cookies have teethcing so they wouldn’t be scared of yours, at least seeing them from a far and not knowing your true identity
The difference is in the material, and also the fact that they’re literally made to eat food that it’s all around you
I think cookies like White lily and Eternal sugar would find them interesting/like them
White lily because even though she knows the truth and could potentially be scared of you for a while her curiosity is higher and would ask all sorts of weird questions about humans also she can trust you won’t bite her
Eternal sugar in other hands seems to have weird obsession with them since teeth are all over her garden (in the decoration description they are called rocks even though they seem to be sentient???) the reason is obvious sugar=bad for teeth so it’s make sense that it’s part of her theme
But my theory is that she replicated her gods’ bodies somehow (consciously or not since her garden is connected to her emotions/memories) (or we want to go in a more darker idea they are the witches’ baby teeth)
Imagine her happiness when she sees real teeth after all these years maybe she would want them for herself
So I would advise you brush your teeth often
Cookies bodies seem to work both like warm-blood and cold-blood creatures
They keep a stable body temperature “regardless of the environment” and need normal quantity food to survive
BUT they are incredibly influenced by their ingredients changing their level of endurance in other surroundings
Ingredients also influence how their dough but generally it feels a bit more rougher and harder than human’s skin
All the cookies would found you sooo squishy and warm kinda like a giant bear jelly, without the jelly part
Wouldn’t be surprised if they wanted a hug whenever they are near you
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