Whats you guys’ thoughts on death? And not the actual act of dying but the personification of death itself.
Its been all over media in so many different forms and everyone has their own ideas on how Death acts, speaks or looks like.
Mine personally is a tall dark figure, keeping the cloak and hood but can often change clothing depending on the soul, where they’re from or how they think. In my mind Death often presents as a dark roabed spirit with an animal skull for a mask, vines and plants growing from the mask like its been abandoned in the woods for years. Death smells of the forest and damp earth and something bittersweet. Death speaks in old languages we can’t understand yet know, like being able to piece together what they’re saying but don’t know the actual language.
Death is an old spirit or god that’s existed as long as life has, they’re personality is flippant but not in a bad way. They match energy, if a soul is violent they can match that violence, if a soul is scared they can be gentle and patient. Almost parental in a way.
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Little SlimeKnight snippet I’ve been thinking about.
Has to do with Avery’s time in the Church and his hypnosis.
Over and over.
Over and over.
Again and again.
His body moved on autopilot, mind hazed with a fog he couldn’t clear. Thick and heavy, like weights threatening to break his skull if he forced them anywhere else other than they’d place at the bottom of his subconscious. Controlled like a puppet on titanium strings he moved and pushed himself further and further into the fog.
Again and again.
Over and over.
Pull weeds.
Pick the flowers.
Honor the nameless dead.
And the sinful baptism he preformed, as if to drown out the sins that made up his entire existence. What he saw in that book was sin incarnate. He was walking sin. He must be clean. The water wasn’t enough. Death was. But he had work to do still, a caretaker for eternity to the holy patrons six feet beneath the soil, watching him. Judging him.
His being was useless. His words pointless. Like shouting into a void, no one would ever hear him. No one ever had. Thinking on what he could remember, or at least what the fog wanted him to remember. When had he been needed? When was the last time he had been truly useful to another? He was spending New Years alone for crying out loud!
He was as pathetic as one could get.
Oh Avery.
Forgettable, weak, useless little Avery.
Avery with the bleeding heart and the empty head. A throne fit for a king. Truly, such a wonderful vessel he would’ve made.
Pick the flowers.
Honor the dead.
Pull the weeds.
Drown the sins.
Over and over again.
Over.
And over.
. . . . .
“Avery?”
What?
A voice? Where? It sounded so distant.. so.. unknown yet so familiar at the same time.
“Avery!”
There it was again. And that name. Was it his? Or.. was it his own?
“Avery you have to wake up! Please! Please come back to me..”
Where was that coming from..? Was it getting closer?
“Avery. Don’t listen to them. To Him. You’re not what they say. You’re special, real. Remember, please gods remember…”
Remember…?
What was he remembering?
There was… something?
No..
Someone?
Yes. Yes there was someone. Someone who needed him.
He felt lightning hit his body, breaking whatever veil he was under.
Fear flooded his body, the numbness slowly seeping away into paranoia. The fog was clearing, leaving behind cold clarity. He felt frozen, muscles suddenly turning weak and sore, eyes burning with dryness, lips chapped and skin burning. Avery dropped to his knees with a pained breath, watching as his vision slowly cleared, like wiping fog from a window. Beneath him he saw grass, it felt cool beneath his hands, he blinked in rapid succession. Lugs crying for air he struggled to find, as id he were able to breathe once again after days of having nothing.
Tears filled his eyes as his breaths no longer felt haggard and pained, but turned to weak, broken sobs. Guilt replaced the fear. He had fallen to a spell? Some sort of hallucination or hypnosis? He was unsure but, he had been here too long. Wasted too much time. His hands grasping at his hair, his body, though made of slime. Trembled beneath his touch, he felt too cold. How long exactly had he been here? Where was D3rlord? Was he too late? Was he dead?
Had he failed already?
Was all of that just a waste of time? Gods they were right.. he was useless. Even in a damn game he couldn’t help one person. Stupid Avery.. stupid, pointless, useless Ave-
“AVERY!”
He froze, two hands gripping at his wrists, gentle but firm. He looked up, vision blurry from tears, but he saw gold. A plume of red atop a helmet, and two golden irises staring at him. Filled with relief, fear and… love?
“Avery. Thank god.. you’re okay- you’re okay its all okay. You didn’t fail I promise.. i should’ve left the signs somewhere more obvious.. I’m sor-“
“D3rlord..?”
His voice was trembling. Weak and hoarse. Disbelief and a weak sense of hopeful worry. Perhaps he was hallucinating again.
The Knight said nothing, but smiled and laughed weakly, his hands slowly removing themselves from his wrists and finding they’re purchase on Avery’s cheeks, gauntlet thumbs slowly dragging across the surface of his face, pulling away the tear drops remaining.
“I’m here. I’m real. I promise you Avery.” His voice was soft, low in tone and rough, slightly German? It was beautiful.
“You’re safe. I-…I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner. You must be starving. Well- you are. I know you are.” He laughed dryly once more “I’m so sorry. I wanted to wait, to let you find me by yourself but.. hearing those words, watching you. I couldn’t.. I couldn’t let you believe those anymore.”
Slowly, the knight leaned forward, their foreheads touching in gentle relief. Avery’s eyes widened, somehow now truly realizing that the man he had been searching for, was right in front of him.
D3rlord continued
“You’re so special Avery. So strong and beautiful, you’re unique in every sense of the word. You’re brave, braver than anyone I know- and I know a lot. No one would’ve willingly followed me here, so determined to find me.. you’re loved so deeply. Please.. please god never tell yourself those things again..”
He sounded so.. desperate. Hands pulling Avery’s face closer to his own, as if trying to feel the breath from him. The physical proof he was alive, and truly breathing. D3rlord was a knight, and part of him felt responsible for letting Avery fall to the King’s tricks. A knight must always protect the prince after all.
“I’m sorry. I’ll stay with you.. we can talk on the way to the library just- please.. never leave my side.”
Avery said nothing, his voice unable to escape his mind. Which, wasn’t entirely necessary with D3rlord’s infinite knowledge anyways.
“You’re safe. I promise. And, Derek is fine too.” He chuckled, breathy and low.
“Let me protect you.. please.”
Avery’s eyes slowly shut as tears streamed down his face once more. In the hours he had spent in endless suffering of mental anguish and torture, the feeling of numbness and empty despair leaving his body the moment he felt D3r-.. Derek’s touch.
He had never felt so safe before.. he cried. Weeping with joy and pain. A prince needed his knight, and he had finally found him.
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All I’m saying is that I feel like protective D3rlord is an untapped market, especially if Avery has lingering effects from the Church with disassociation and mental health issues with his self worth (not that he had much to begin with the self sacrificing bastard-)
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Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: endless torment trio - Fandom, Pressure (Roblox), Grace (Roblox), DOORS (Roblox)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Expendable (Pressure - Roblox)/John Grace (Grace - Roblox)/Player (DOORS - Roblox)
Characters: John Grace (Grace - Roblox), Expendable (Pressure - Roblox), Player (DOORS - Roblox), Sebastian Solace, God (Grace - Roblox), Guiding Light (DOORS - Roblox)
Additional Tags: Horror Elements, Mental Health Issues, Suggestive Themes, Near Death Experiences, a lot of doors, The Author Regrets Nothing, The author cannot tag, Fluff, Angst, ansgt, ANGS-, Slow Burn, really slow burn, John and Expendable hate each other before making out, Author Is Not Religious, Expendable is an active war criminal they were on death row for a reason., lot of yelling, grown men fighting like children, interdimensional entities, my first fic be nice
Summary:
There were many things in this world that happen for reason.
a wolf eats a deer because it must.
a flower blooms in spring because it must.
the world exists off reason and will alone for the idea of function. the idea of will and guidance from something unseen.
Three parts of three separate ecosystems collide together, throwing what little they knew out of the fragile balance they had.
now tasked to rebuild once again.
So with the new update of MOTM we saw what seems to be an unknown bounty hunter, most of my friends and even I assumed it was Astro from Dandy’s World.
But!
Me and my friend have a theory.
So we all know that the bounty hunter would have to be athletic, strong, and pretty capable in their abilities.
And theres one toon who is very much, athletic, strong, capable. And especially a strong leader, enough to have the confidence to get into bounty hunting while having contacts to other toons. Now,
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Commander Fox has always and forever will be my favorite clone tropper.
He didn’t get much if any screen time compared with his brothers but what we did see gave us very good insights into his character.
For one he is incredibly loyal, he fights tooth and nail for the republic despite the clear lack of respect or support the troopers get, and Fox would have to experience this first hand as the Commander of TCG.
He’s stern but not unkind, he stays true to his training and the system of rules and laws, though stubborn he does listen to reason and would probably enjoy a good debate. [EX. Ahsoka’s trial when she was being held prisoner]
He’s trained his soldier’s incredibly well, he cares for them and especially for their lives. Is he didn’t he wouldn’t have trained them as hard as he did, during the same episode previously mentioned the CG acted effectively and smoothly clear that they had been trained well to the point that these situations came naturally in how to handle.
And with no clear commanding general Fox was probably left to all the shiny training.
Commander Fox is amazing. He is my favorite and my canonical husband. He doesn’t deserve the hate he gets.
Endless Torment Trio OC????? DOORS-SONA???? Who knows????
Anyways. The game is called Dream Scape, and it takes place in a futuristic world where scientists formed a government organization called ‘Mind Central Inc’ where they test the effects of human minds and the subconscious especially with lucid dreaming, you, The player also known as ‘Traveler’ were chosen for one of the latest experiments for this test.
You are put into a coma, but the come itself doesn’t work like normal comas really, its more of a constant deep sleep state, you still have full control of your body and can awaken at any time, but due to the fact that you are currently under government supervision and test monitoring this is probably impossible without someone controlling or monitoring your body to allow you to wake up.
Throughout the game you travel through different ’worlds’ called Mind Cities there have been created by yourself and your perception of the world, this would be heavily inspired off Dream / Weirdcore.
However the further you go the darker and more weird and dangerous it gets, mainly because you are then traveling farther and father inside your own mind, experiencing suppressed memories or traumas that then animate themselves as monsters you must avoid.
The monsters themselves I haven’t designed yet and I’m still working on a design for Traveler, though the name may change later. 😛
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