#alternos

~ @ba-bhump

OLLIE IS JUST LIKE KAGE FRFR

CORVID CODED, ROUGE, RAN AWAY FROM HOME, SMOKING CIGS IN THE PICREW-- LITERALLY HIM LMFAO

Also, I was heading towards that "formless pile of goo" conclusion with Alternos, ngl. My Shadow Goo (TM) is more like, dip pen ink consistency. Slightly syrupy. Grenadine.

Alternos is also a shapeshifter. Bleeds black goo, vomits black goo, probably cries it too. Only thing that saves his ass from being exposed is his ability to control how everyone perceives him. Specifically, that power is rooted in the target's mind, not within him, if that makes sense. Like he's not changing himself, or making a general illusion like a mask, but rather the illusion is rooted in the target's mind. He lets their mind make the mask for him.

Anygay-- I think it'd be really fun to let Kage and Ollie meet. Kage is a snarky pos to strangers, and I think the drama that'd come from it would be so entertaining. Kage would probably eventually be out-snarked, and that would gain his respect. Would probably be confusing af for Ollie to realize this asshole was on his side now lmao.

Another fun character for Ollie to run into would be Jinx. Maybe he exits right into the same room she's in. Her immediate reaction? She looks up from her tablet, studies him for a moment, looks back to her tablet and goes, "Damn, I was a little off." And then finally acknowledges him with a nod and a, "Sup?"

If he asks what she's drawing, she responds very seriously: "You."

Then she flips around her tablet to show him, "Yeah, I was kinda off on the nose... Sorry about that."

Just super casual about the whole ordeal.

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Day 14:

What would be the ultimate nightmare situation for your favorite whumper/whumpee?

I decided to ask this question to my favorite whumper, Alternos, my favorite whumpee, Kage, and my favorite character who's both (in some universes), Jinx. Here are their answers...

Alternos:

He quirks a brow, and a smile eventually reveals itself as laughter bubbles to the surface, "Are you asking me what my greatest fear is? My dear, surely you must know as well as me that I've no such thing, correct? I mean, what truly is there to fear? I cannot die, I will always have at least one person who is loyal by my side, and even you yourself admit that I'm a favorite of yours (though I must admit that it saddens me, the dishonest way you present my character. I feel it's unfair; incredibly so...). I'm powerful enough to easily take care of whatever threat may come my way. Why would I ever be afraid?"

"Are you not afraid of losing it all? Of having nobody? Of becoming a nobody? Of the world finding out your true colors and leaving you behind in the dust like the nothing you are?"

His eyes widened, and for a moment, he scowled at me, "Careful there, dear. I wouldn't say that was quite a err... accurate depiction at the end there, now was it? Now, I find those to be quite ridiculous questions to pose, as for one, I am certainly not a "nothing". If I were, then I wouldn't be your favorite anything, now would I?" He hummed out a chuckle, "No, I wouldn't. You'd never write about me at all. And the premise of such a reality existing is quite silly, don't you think?

"Still, say the world were to somehow come to despise me. Well, as I've said before, I cannot die, and luckily, I've the patience of a saint. The world would eventually forget, and it's not like I'm stuck with one identity, either. I could always take on another face, another voice (another voice), another name, and rebuild from scratch at any time. It'd be nothing more than an inconvenience; a thorn in my side. So why would I ever fear that? The idea of someone like me fearing anything truly is absurd, no?"

"What about when Mist got back at you for brainwashing Kat? You seemed pretty scared then. Even Mist pointed out the fear in your--"

"A misinterpretation. Something I'm sad to say she does quite frequently. Now, I do apologize, but I've more important matters to attend to today, so I'm afraid we must both take our leave. Farewell, my dear. May our places in time and space bring us together once more. Until then."

Kage:

"...Oh god." He laughed out the words, looking to the side. "And why are you asking me this?"

"An ask game on Tumblr."

He nodded with a hum, "I see... The one thing I don't want to happen, eh? Oh god... lemme think..."

He was silent for a long while, so I told him, "Doesn't have to be completely honest, y'know." All I got in response was a nod, followed by a sigh.

It took a bit of thinking for him, but he eventually responded, "I guess... probably just history repeating itself, y'know? And not exactly just by certain things happening again, but also by maybe just,, y'know... One day waking up, and realizing you've... never left."

"Really? I would've thought it'd be something closer to me. Like, something more along the lines of being hated and judged by everyone, no matter what you try to do."

"Hm. I mean, yeah, definitely that too. But that's always been there. It's an obvious answer. That's kinda why I'm an ass to, well, everyone, remember?"

"Less painful when it's intentional."

"Yup."

"...See, this is why you're my favorite. I project pretty much everything onto you."

"HA! Yep! You-- You really do. ...Can you, maybe, uh... stop that? Just for a little bit?"

"Hmm... No <3"

"...Yeah, don't know what I expected, honestly."

Jinx:

The smile on her face wavered, "I-- My ultimate ni--... Can--... Am I even allowed to say that?"

"Go ahead."

"...What about details?"

"Say as much as you want."

She glanced over, and perhaps You didn't expect it, but her eyes looked right at You. I've always wondered how You felt when she did that, "You're--... Really? Are... Are you sure? I'm actually allowed to jus--"

"I wouldn't tell you to go ahead if I really didn't want you to."

"I-- I know! I get that-- But it's just--... You don't usually give me a chance to actually... y'know... talk, I guess."

"That's because it's just the audience now. It's different. You can't say anything they don't know. I'll stop you if you try."

"Ah... Well, then I guess I fear not being good enough... For you, specifically."

"Mm, yeah."

"I know my role. I know my place. I know what to do and how to do it, but I just... I guess I sometimes still get kinda nervous that I'm just... not doing good enough, y'know? And sometimes it can be hard to keep up, too. To keep being that funny, entertaining person you want me to be, while also doing what I'm supposed to. You make that difficult on me sometimes." She chuckled, "You really do."

"Yes, I do. The struggle is what makes it fun."

"Mm, yeah... I guess the fact you've been making it harder than usual lately is a good sign then. It means you're enjoying me for something, right? That's good, I'm--... I'm glad you're having fun."

"Deltarune gave me a new burst of inspiration. Thank Ralsei."

"Heh. I'm pretty similar to him, aren't I?"

"All I need is to make you oddly obsessed with people stepping and sitting on you, and pushing you around. ...And maybe turn you into a marketable--"

(NOOOOO!!! DON'T TURN ME INTO A MARKETABLE PLUSHIE!!! D:)

She couldn't help but laugh, "Oh fuck, no!! No! Don't Ralsify the me!! Aww man... D:" When we eventually calmed, she continued, "But yeah, despite that, I guess I still get scared that I'm not doing good enough, that I'm going to forget my role and you'll--... I'll be..." Her words trailed into silence.

"You can say it."

"I know, I just... I don't really want to, think.. about it... It's--... That fate... My failure--... It'll be-- Yeah... It's bad, bad..."

"Worse than death."

"Mhm... But hey, at least you seem to like me. I mean, the fact that I'm included on this q&a has gotta count for something, right?"

"..."

"...Right?"

"...Maybe. Maybe not."

"Oh, fuck you," She laughed. But then her face went pale and she abruptly cut herself off once she saw my glare. Oh goodness, it looked like she'd just seen a ghost. I think that's the most terrified I've seen her yet.

But then, it was my turn to laugh. And just like that, the tension melted out of her. Or-- most of it, at least.

"God-- Fuck, you're such a... a trickster." She pinched the bridge of her nose with a trembling hand as she smiled, and softly laughed(?).

Yet this soup was so good that I just had to share it here (with permission ofc). So here. Take it.

Maybe someone is clumsily walking home from the bar and gets stopped by a vampire who fancies some of that alcohol infused blood~

or idk the scenario can be whatever catches your fancy <3

Best of luck with your drinking shenanigans!

Love @ba-bhump

Yooo!!! Thanks for the ask!! Was not expecting to get anything lmao. Wasn't able to fully complete this because drunk and tired brain gave up ig, but I hope you enjoy what I was able to get out tonight!! I also steered a little away from vamps in terms of my character selection, because I don't usually write that stuff and wasn't in the mood to turn one of my characters into one tonight lol. I got something close tho, so I hope you enjoy his introduction!

Cw: Alcohol (duh), manipulation, homelessness (heavily implied), probably missed something; reader discretion advised

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Echo shivered, shocked by the cold night air as she stumbled out of the club. She wasn't usually one for scenes like this, but she's been yearning for it lately, so fuck off, will ya? A small bit of nausea settled in her stomach as the world swayed unsteadily around her; a result of drinking on an empty stomach, and continuing to drink well after the alcohol started tasting of sickness and regret, she assumed.

But that was whatever-- something already forgotten in the past; a secret kept between her drunken state and time itself. Now was the journey home. Or rather, wherever she loosely referred to as "home" for the time being. Home was supposed to be stability, security, safety... and god was she so damn jealous of everyone who had that. To her, "home" was a hammock and bland ass meals with a rice base and everlasting shelf life that just required some hot water to prepare. It was whatever she shoved in her backpack before evading the law for the hundredth time. It was whatever would be there when she returned to that sketchy ass tree in those sketchy ass woods all the way on the edge of town.

Hopefully she'd still at least be buzzed when she gets there.

She wished she had a faster way than walking clumsily along these dimly lit streets. But teleportation was definitely a no-go when like this, and of course she just HAD to blow all her savings on cocktails and fun that never lasted; that never truly filled the void that now ached deep in her chest. Of course, her future self paid that price for relief and bliss in the moment.

Her future self always paid.

And now, she was that future self.

And boy, was she paying.

Paying in misery, pain, and regret... a part of her wanted to run back to that pathetic place she just left; flirt up a stranger for another round on them, and drown out the cold, dark static before it drowned her in turn. It was tempting, and she probably would've, had she not bumped into a stranger first.

"Oh!" The unfamiliar figure yelped, "My apologies, I wasn't paying nearly as much attention as I thought!"

Echo smiled, "Same," She inhaled slowly, but thankfully the other person waited patiently for her to complete herself, "Guess I didn't realize how much I,, was stuck in my head." An exhale of a laugh escaped her, earning a smile from the other that brought warmth to her existence; a brief relief from the cold ache that haunts her.

"Same here," The other related.

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Shit I'm giving up here for now, but I still really wanted to post this. Sorry I couldn't complete it tonight. Maybe I'll come back to it some day. Maybe I won't. Who knows. Thank you for reading either way, and thank you so much for the ask, it means the world <3

If you wanna know who the stranger is: That's Alternos. Hate that lil bastardized cockroach fuck. But he totally would do something like this for some reason that's beyond me for now. But writing him requires actual Thought and Effort, of which I have None at the moment lmfao

Maybe once there's less alcohol in me, or once I'm feeling less tired, I'll be able to write him better lol.

Cw: Eldritch horror, body horror

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"God"

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His skin rotted away, and oozed tar-black pus. It surrounded him; enveloped him. It shifted and morphed, it's shape and pattern fractalizing and shifting into something that only got more and more confusing until--...

Everything went dark.

Black particles swarmed my vision, and I felt on the verge of collapse. A wave of confusion crashed over me, and I nearly forgot how or why I was.

When everything cleared, I realized my fingers had burrowed themselves deep into the dirt, and I was screaming. I didn't know why. I wasn't scared, I wasn't in pain. I just nearly fainted. It happens sometimes.

I looked back up to hi-- it? The Thing, only to find...

Nothing.

Literally nothing. The absence of everything. A concept that can't be described, because it physically CAN'T EXIST.

And yet, I saw it. I comprehended it, somehow. It made me feel... I didn't like that.

The shape it took in front of me wasn't 2D or 3D, but something in between. It was impossibly large, yet microscopically small. It undulated oddly, and it followed my movements. It was pivoting around... something, and it prevented me from seeing what that something was.

A part of me still wonders what that was about. Was it shielding me from something? Was that "something" worse to comprehend than literal nothingness?

...Thinking about it fills me with a melancholic sense of dread that I can't quite place.

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