So I’m playing in a mini D&D campaign as a bootleg Goro Akechi (Persona 5), and one of my party members is playing as the 4th Doctor from Doctor Who, which has led to quite possibly the FUNNIEST friendships to have ever come out of any D&D games I’ve played in @blueoatmeal​
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The Fellowship of the Rens has been called to order. After the events of Into Silence: Silence of Isolation, the Professor is faced with a difficult situation with disturbing implications. For better or worse, he's not alone--each of the Fellows has their own story to tell. Luckily, they have each other. That's why it's called a Fellowship, after all. Now, get in the spaceship. We need to have a parenting talk.
Angst: High
CW: Memory loss (short & long term), memory manipulation, identity crisis, slavery, chains, burns, death, child death, massacre, erasure from time/memory, near immolation, talk of near character death
@authorticity as TOC
@cardinalart as Scribbles Scrambles
Myself as Nebula Rose
@blueoatmeal as the Professor
Summary: What if his ghost form was less human-looking? What if he looked every bit the monster his parents had always told him ghosts were?
You can read on AO3 or down below the cut!
Edit: I added a summary
Danny crawled out of the portal. Hand over hand, he pulled himself forward as he stretched and reached for the familiar tile floor of the lab.
He had to get away from the portal. It was too bright, and everything hurt, and he just wanted to crawl into a cool dark hole and never come out again.
Everything hurt but the strange sour buzz of the portal wasn’t touching him anymore so he collapsed onto the ground.
He wasn’t sure how the portal felt sour, but it did.
He lay there for a few moments, he wondered if the portal was the source of the buzzing or if his head was somehow filled with bees.
That didn’t make any sense at all. But with the whole feeling of a flavor thing, he couldn't be too sure.
He opened his eyes and stared at the tile below him.
It finally dawned on him that if the portal was making noises, and being bright, and feeling sour, that meant it was on.
He bolted up and turned to look at his parent’s, now working, invention. How had he, a simple high school freshman, managed to make his Ph.D. having parent’s greatest life work, work?
Also, that was incredibly painful, but he wasn’t dead?
Right?
He looked down at his hands and nearly screamed.
Scratch that. He did scream.
His hands, they weren’t his hands. You could hardly even call them hands at all. They were long skinny pitch-black claws.
He frantically searched the rest of himself to find it only got worse from there.
His whole body was as black as night, impossibly skinny and much longer than he remembered being a mere five minutes ago. He scrambled to the bathroom just under the stairs and stopped when he saw his reflection.
Only it wasn’t his reflection.
It couldn’t be! Could it?
The stranger staring back at him; the thing in the mirror was a monster.
It was hard to make out the details in the dark, everything was so dark in the place where he stood, even darker than the unlit room should be. Everything but the eyes.
His eyes. They were just pinpoints of light. Green light.
Just like the portal.
He didn’t just fix his parent’s machine. He also proved them right.
He proved them right by becoming the very monster they wanted to destroy.
Should he let them know what happened? Should he go and find them? Should he let them see him like this? Would it make him a better son if he let them destroy him?
Would they even know it was him?
He was glad there was a shower down here.
It was meant to be used in case of a spill. In case of a lab accident.
Well, this certainly qualified as a lab accident, didn’t it?
He climbed inside the unused shower and pulled the curtain closed.
He found his dark cool space to hide after all.
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He woke up to the sound of voices.
He groaned and rolled over.
Except he was not in his bed, or any bed, and rolling over led to face planting into the cold tile floor and accidentally pulling the shower curtain down on top of himself.
A couple of shower rings bounced harmlessly off his head but he still complained about it anyway.
He had just sat up and freed himself from the curtain when the bathroom door burst open.
“Danny?!” his mom called out to him before rushing over to pull him into her arms. “Oh Sweetie, we’ve been looking for you everywhere!”
“I’m sorry.” he apologized into her shoulder.
She leaned back on her heels and looked him over, “What are you even doing in here?”
“I don’t,” he looked at his hands and found that he was himself again. Maybe that monster thing was a dream?
But if that was a dream how did he end up here?
“I don’t know.”
Her relieved smile from finding him instantly vanished, “What do you mean you don’t know? What’s the last thing you remember?”
Being a monster.
“I think…” there had to be an explanation. Something that made sense and, hopefully, wasn’t horrible. “I think I saw something.”
He couldn’t look at her anymore. What if she saw what he saw? What if he turned back into that thing again?
“Do you remember coming down here? Down to the lab?”
He nodded. “I just wanted to take a look. Maybe if a different pair of eyes looked it over, the mistake would be obvious. You know, like when you have someone else proofread your paper before you turn it into the teacher?”
She nodded, “That was a good idea sweetheart, but why did you come down by yourself?”
“I thought if I found it I could surprise you, and if I didn’t you wouldn’t get your hopes up.”
She pulled him into another hug and kissed his forehead, “You’re such a sweet boy! How did I get so lucky?”
He held on to her, he felt so bad for making her worry about him. He tried so hard to make sure she didn’t have to worry about him.
That’s why he didn’t tell her about how the other kids at school picked on him all the time.
She pulled back again, “So did you figure out what we missed?”
“Kind of? I think I accidentally touched something. There was a click and it-” he didn’t finish. He couldn’t.
“It turned on,” she finished for him.
He just agreed.
“But why are you in the bathroom?” she asked with a concerned smile.
He looked to the mirror above the sink remembering those haunted green eyes and all the darkness. “I think I saw something.”
“What did you see?”
“I don’t know. A monster? It was too dark. I only really saw the eyes.” he looked back to his hands still unsure how much of what he saw was real.
“Were you trying to hide from it?”
He nodded and felt stupid for the tears that were threatening to spill.
“It’s okay, Baby. I won’t let it get you.” She hugged him again before she stood, “now let’s get out of here.” She held out her hand and he took it.
He wanted to ask her what she would do if it was too late. What would she do if it already had him? What if it was him?
But he didn’t ask. He just followed her lead.
He stumbled over the downed shower curtain but his mom was able to keep him upright.
His legs felt funny.
It was sort of like the tingle like when they fell asleep, but also not. It was more… spicy? Or was it sour again?
That wasn’t right.
He looked down and his legs looked normal enough.
“You okay?” his mom asked when she noticed he wasn’t following her.
“I think my legs fell asleep.”
He also might have hit his head at some point because these thoughts aren’t making any sense. How could he feel in flavors? Why was he doing that?
Should he tell her about that? No, she’d only worry. He didn’t want to worry her.
They walked out of the bathroom and past the portal. He did his best not to look directly at it.
They walked upstairs and she sat him on the couch. She put a blanket on his shoulders and told him to sit tight while she made him a cup of hot chocolate.
She said it would help warm him up.
He didn’t notice he was cold.
He didn’t contradict her. He just accepted the warm drink when it was offered.
He was starting to think that maybe, just maybe, what he had seen was some sort of hallucination. Maybe by the shock of what happened?
Oh, that was a bad pun, even for him. Also, too soon?
He shrugged it off. It was his accident, he could decide when jokes were too soon or not.
Besides, it was probably not real. Or at least not what it seemed. Maybe a ghost did get out and was just messing with him.
He obviously wasn’t a ghost himself. His mom had just checked his pulse and everything.
He was only cold because he had passed out in the bathroom.
He looked down at his cocoa to blow at the steam but stopped.
His reflection wasn’t right.
The eyes.
Those piercing green eyes stared back up at him.
It took everything not to scream. Took, even more, to not chuck the mug across the room.
He loved this mug. He wasn’t going to let this stupid hallucination-ghost-monster-thing make him break his favorite mug.
He blinked hard, purposely, and willed the image away.
He looked again.
It was still there.
The dark shadowy creature stared back at him.
He opened his mouth to try to get more air in. Why was it suddenly so hard to breathe?
It mimicked him.
Only it didn’t have a normal mouth. Its mouth opened like someone was ripping fabric apart. The edges were jagged and sharp.
Character has amnesia. Thankfully they have a friend who can fill them in on stuff they forgot about themselves. But while their friend is genuine and means well, everything they know is from lies that the character told them. Lies which, of course, the character has no reason to disbelieve
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what were the underfrogs like as tadpoles? like not even froglets yet, just lil' baby polliwogs?
Ooooo I haven’t thought much of the tadpoles of the Mod Frogs.
I imagine since they’re all confined to the pond they don’t interact with the frogs all that much. They really got to defend themselves against the elements and occasional predator and if they get hurt, tough shit. There are thousands of eggs laid in a season, no frog could afford the time to make sure each and every one makes it.
For the most part they kinda behave like their nonmute counterpart. Focus on eating, not dying, and sleeping. There’s not a whole lot of socialization besides “get out the way” “don’t eat me” and “oooo look pretty shiny object”
Their job during that stage of life is to simply survive. The most Mod Frogs will do for them is defend them if a major threat is coming to the pond. Like a mega mute or a coordinated attack on them. Otherwise, frogs drop by to just see how the numbers are doing and if any have gotten their legs yet. Maybe kick a beached tadpole in it they’re feeling generous. Once they get their legs they are slowly educated and introduced into the Mod Frogs proper.
As for our underfrogs in particular, they survived because they had good instincts and were sharp. Harris especially was quick to nope out of any situation where he could’ve been eaten. Jamack was a hider and was almost always hiding in the cattails or under lily pads, hardly ever to be seen. and Kwat would just straight up eat anything trying attack. She did not fuck around even as a wee bab.
I just looked it up and it seems that most tadpoles look pretty similar to each other but bullfrog tadpoles are huge which makes their coloring differences a helluva lot more noticeable. So Kwat was actually singled out first as probably not the same species as everyone else when she was young, it took until Harris got to land and really develop his eyes and body for the frogs to realize he’s definitely not one of theirs.
Link to fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22746985/chapters/54353701
Voices done by me, art from Hollow Knight
Audiofic inspired by Stag Beetles and Broken Legs by @aryashi and @lost-kinn (Link to fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17400464/chapters/40956125)
Chassis: What's your favorite style or kind of robot?
humanoid!! stuff like K2SO or C3PO, Overwatch’s omnics, Titans from Titanfall, etc. The most effective models to give and receive hugs and smooches ;w;
RAM: What's the first robot character you fell in love with?
already answered! how about first Transformers character I fell in love with?? :3c it was TFA Prowl! but then Blurr immediately snatched up that title like as soon as he appeared lmfao
Steampunk: Do you prefer old timey robots, or modern sleeker ones?
oh modern for sure!! Like I said I’m SUPER into the whole futuristic neon cyberpunk vaporwave aesthetic and idk I just prefer the look! u can have LED screen faces and biolights and all kinds of cool stuff that only modern technology could pull off!
Automaton: Would you smooch a robot?
BINCH U FUCKIN KNOW I WOULD!!!!!! SELF PROCLAIMED ROBOFUCKER SUPREME OVER HERE!!!!!!!!!! YOU’D BE HARD PRESSED TO FIND A ROBOT I WOULDN’T SMOOCH TBH!!!!!!!!!!!!
