Mostly posting about MCSM/BIA (my AU) at the moment. I will occasionally post about my other interests as well
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Everyone's playthrough is different.
The choices each of us make in the game will differ.
Due to that, our views of each character will differ.
Everyone's playthrough is like a different alternate universe.
Everyone's Jesse will be different, each of us gives them diff HCs & personalities, so every person's Jesse is sort of like their own OC or sona.
(Jesse is lowkey a blank slate, they do have a base personality, but our in-game choices & personal hcs will shape them into a richer character)
Some ppl will ship their Jesse w a certain character, while other ppl's Jesse will see the relationship w that character as familial or platonic.
This applies to every other character's relationships as well.
Not everyone will see the characters the same way as you do, and that's ok! They're all VALID! To each their own personal headcanons! None of the relationships are technically canon. You can agree to disagree! This is a choices game after all!
Respecting each other's HCs & opinions is so cool guys, pls remember that
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I don't think I've ever posted anything Splatoon-related on here, but I actually really like Splatoon. The guy in this video is my splatsona. I also tweened and edited this entirely in CapCut because Alight Motion makes me want to kill people
// CW - SUGGESTIVE LYRICS, FLASHING LIGHTS, SEMI-NUDITY
ive been pondering on this suggestion and came up with a whole comics haha
Even if Hellen deeply cares about Sam, her way of helping wouldn't be anywhere near gentle... but on the other hand, maybe it would be enough to slap Sam out from the spiral!
Sam could get a gentler and nicer support later from Audrey or Lyle or Jeanne or Joel
Rat baby would recognize Sam and love him all the same
Dan sucks at this definitely but he would still be friend and would offer to play games with Sam
Leigh would LOVE Sam's new form, would say its an upgrade, which, I don't think would cheer him up... but on the other hand some wrestling with her beast form might help him cool off some frustration, maybe it would be good for him from time to time
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The prologue written from a different perspective:
The pain came from every direction all at once; She felt nothing but the rip and tear, heard nothing but the screams of thousands. There was nothing to see, but everything to feel. Endermites ate away at her eyes and her mind & soul and threw it all up again.
ℸ ̣ ⍑╎ᓭ ╎ᓭ ╎ℸ ̣.
(This is it.)
It only grew louder. It only tore harder. Every fold in her brain unraveled and shredded and forced itself back together again. Every millisecond that passed was an eternity of suffering. Like a flower she wilted and like a sprout she blossomed—bloom, wilt, bloom, will, bloom, wilt. It was endless, it was wretched. There were others that suffered too, unraveling at the seams and reconstructing in ways they weren’t supposed to.
╎ ꖌリᒷ∴ ╎ℸ ̣.
(I knew it.)
It was all collapsing all at once. She knew why; She knew why more than anyone else ever would ever again. She was collapsing all at once, but somehow she could still piece parts of her brain back together enough to confirm that the end was here. The end was there.
It was everywhere.
It wasn’t anywhere.
It hadn’t.
It couldn’t.
It wouldn't.
It will.
But then it all stopped.
But then she could still think.
But then somehow feeling slowly returned to her fingertips, somehow she could taste grime on her tongue again. Was that all just a dream? Was the cataclysm just a rouse of her skittish mind?
No.
∴⍑ᔑℸ ̣ ╎ᓭ ℸ ̣ ⍑╎ᓭ?
(What is this?)
Soon she could see.
∴⍑ᒷ∷ᒷ ᔑᒲ ╎?
(Where am I?)
Soon she could hear.
She tried moving her dangling limb, but to her dismay she could not. It was still, warped beyond her comprehension and draped in the sleeve of a white dress shirt. Pale, soft skin wrapped around her bones. Her talons were gone. She was stripped of her beautiful scales.
∷ᒷꖎᒷᔑᓭᒷ ᒲᒷ.
(Release me.)
She got up, walking around like a clockwork doll mindlessly. At least she thought she was–she felt possessed, taken ahold by some force unseen. She pressed her hands against her chest, feeling around and fidgeting with the buttons on her button-up shirt. She stared out at the horizon and touched her head of wavy hair; She did not like this. This was far beyond foreign.
╎ᓭ ℸ ̣ ⍑╎ᓭ ℸ ̣ ⍑ᒷ 𝙹⍊ᒷ∷∴𝙹∷ꖎ↸?
(Is this the Overworld?)
It was, yes. The influx of hues she could suddenly perceive was much different than the dullness of the vision she owned before all of this. Full of color and life she never dared to see; she never needed to see. She only focused on her egg, she needed to. The last faces she saw, she cannot remember. Only a flash of light, only a scourge of pain, only the darkness.
But this moment was fresh–this moment was…
Brand new.
She was waiting for something, pacing and touching her hair. Something was happening—she felt a flood of differences fill the absence of a form, it started to get much brighter than it was before. A flash of white obscured her vision.
Then a second breath she felt.
She could see again, her chest rose and fell with every breath of life she took. She started to realize it wasn’t her breath; These were not her hands; This was not her body, neither of them were. It was invasive, disgusting. She felt spread apart and scattered across the emptiness like shards of broken glass. She could see out of four eyes at once—she had two pairs of plantigrade feet on the grass of the wood. She could feel from two pairs of hands, and she got to take a good look at herself. Everything was doubled and she felt all these senses from the world in a pair. Why? What was the purpose of this? What did she do to deserve such a fate?
||𝙹⚍ ⍑⚍ᒲᔑリᓭ.
(You humans.)
Was she met face-to-face with a twisted rendition of herself? No. With strangers–creatures unlike herself–creatures lower than herself. But she felt, touched, tasted, smelt, and heard everything that they did. There was too much to perceive, too much to gather, too much to process. A name came to mind. Jesse. New ones were fabricated at once. Resse; Gresse. They smiled at each other and she watched it from both of their eyes. She hated every second of it.
ℸ ̣ ⍑╎ᓭ ╎ᓭ リ𝙹ℸ ̣ ᒲᒷ. ꖎᒷℸ ̣ ᒲᒷ 𝙹⚍ℸ ̣.
(This is not me. Let me out.)
Her thunderous growls and roars were drowned out by fraternal affections. The two could not hear her; they could not see her; they did not feel the way she felt. The boys didn’t know anything except for the ground beneath them and her fingers that wrapped around one another. They looked at each other with a joy that she could not share. She wanted to go back to her domain, back to her hatchling that has yet to bite into a chorus fruit. She was yet to reverse the damage done by humanity and its carelessness. Now she sat between these naive, childlike newspawns and rotted in the nothingness she was confined to.
CHARACTERs. I MUST MAKE CHARACTERS. ARGGHH. FUCK. AARGHHHHHHG
posting this because they aren’t very important. These characters will either be spoken to briefly or will be mentioned in the background of later chapters in the fic! Except for Alexandria… she alternates between Abnormaville and the other place
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Brothers In Arms character that will briefly show up
I tend to forget theres a lot of info on this AU that isnt public yet. Theres like a million characters i havr in a folder that have irreversible physical damage done to their bodies but we didnt get to that part yet