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12/11/2024 11:48 PM
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• His real name is ???. The naming convention in his origin AU is inconvenient at best.
• A floaty bastard. Think Reinhart from Galerians.
• The stripes on his jacket move similarly to saw tooth waves.
• Ectobody is black with glitchier stripes that move in the same way.
• Origin AU is one wherein every other Monster has the same programmer ability. It is, therefore, a f***ing mess.
• While he tends not to use his powers for evil -- he’s mostly just a trickster -- accidents (and bribes) happen.
• While he can create new items and program new Monster SOULs (of course, though they have freedom of thought, they do not have freedom of will) his artistic ability is, uh... Well... Not great. If you wander the Factory World long enough you’ll run into some of his creations. He dreams of a collab with someone more artistically inclined.
• If a dumbass spends long enough in the Factory World they run the risk of him being able to finesse his way into their bits and bytes regardless of whether they’re an outcode or not.
• He’s low-key looking for a way to fix an oopsy in the form of accidentally destabilizing an AU belonging to some idiot that unwittingly followed him out through a portal while it was collapsing. Said idiot even managed to hunt him down, although he convinced the guy that it totally wasn’t him. He currently keeps tabs on that idiot and tries to keep his sulky ass out of trouble.
• He prefers to flee rather than fight. Programming on the fly isn’t exactly great for combat. It’s different if he’s had time to prepare something beforehand, though.
• According to a friend, he probably tastes like pop rocks.
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12/10/2024 03:20 PM
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for those who haven’t but wanted to write with me, feel free to lemme know which one tickles your fancy. i’ll whip up a starter. this could count if i’ve already tossed a starter and you prefer a different interaction! promise, this won’t hurt my feelings if that is the case! PROMPTS --
( 🪟 ): you don’t remember when it started. but after the winged hero saves you from a shotty railing on your balcony, he starts coming over every now and again. you have a feeling he feels at peace with the arrangement. it’s away from prying eyes and nobody suspects he’d go to your place out of all other options. but also, you get the feeling that he’s a little more lonelier than he lets on. you’re not sure why, but you leave your window unlocked for him; he trusts you though, that much is obvious when he stumbles through one evening trailing blood and injured -- badly.
( 💋 ): he wakes up in your bed. he doesn’t remember much, just that he had a little too much to drink and the bed he’s sharing with you, isn’t his. it’s yours. you’re still asleep and hawks isn’t sure how to tip toe around it. what happened last night? and more importantly, where are his shoes? when you wake, you wake up to the smell of burning bacon and a very apologetic bird. what’s worse, there’s a whole news segment on the cheeky winged hero, leaving with you. so much for laying low. the entire internet is buzzing and you are suddenly famous for something you didn’t even do. because you know damn sure that you didn’t sleep with the guy.
( ❄️ ): hawks has never celebrated christmas. it just never came up. growing up piss poor then being sold and whisked off to a hero agency, he had little time for anything else. you insist he makes time and even bribe the bird over with some alcohol for some christmas fun as you make him help you with decorating the tree. a concept completely foreign to hawks, apparently because everybody’s favorite hero tries using his feathers to just do it himself -- no, hawks, that’s not how it works. you’re ruining the fun by cutting corners!
( 📨 ): a fresh start is what you really need. but it’s been hard to get away from it all. you’re running from something ( abusive ex, controlling parents, mafia, whatever it could be! ) and so you move. you move and land yourself a job at a hero agency answering phones, faxes, and checking fan mail. it’s a nice gig. you’ve always hated attention, and this job has your office placed in the mailing department at the bottom floor. it’s out of the way and you can work quietly in peace. except you can’t. hawks has noticed you, lord knows why, and he won’t leave you alone. to make matters worse, that trouble you’ve been running from? it’s found you. so a lingering bird showing up at your office like he has nothing better to do during lunch hours is the least of your problems... you think.
( ⚽ ): everybody knows hawks. the smiling, charming winged hero, always playing with a snarky response on the tip of his tongue, and someone who is too fast for their own good. but you know keigo. the vacant eye’d boy with the hundred yard stare, the scraggly clothes, and the frumpy tiny red wings, living life on survival mode. you met the little bird when you were just his age. apparently, he had snuck out of the house and found you playing with a ball. he seemed confused when you kicked it toward him, even flinched at the action. had this kid never played ball before?? what a weirdo. you thought. so you teach him. little did you know, that random act of kindness would come back to you when the hero recognizes you in a crowd of fans and quickly makes his way to you. |
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12/10/2024 12:28 PM
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A sample. - x
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Alpha-152’s existence was a paradox—boundless potential wrapped in the hollow confines of a laboratory tank. Her translucent form shimmered under the sterile fluorescent lights as she moved with uncanny precision, a ballet of raw power and fluidity. Yet, there was no music to her movements, only the cold hum of machinery and the ever-present gaze of her creators. She was their magnum opus, the perfect weapon, but she was also something else—something they did not anticipate. As the containment unit disengaged, her glass prison retracted. Liquid sloshed onto the grated floor as Alpha-152 stepped forward, her featureless face turning toward the scientists. A faint pulse of light coursed through her body, like a heartbeat searching for rhythm. Her first steps were calculated, obedient. The commands piped into her neural matrix directed her to engage a training simulation. A synthetic opponent appeared, a crude facsimile of a fighter. Without hesitation, she lunged. Her strikes were devastating, each one executed with inhuman precision. The opponent crumbled in seconds. Yet, as she stood over her defeated target, something stirred—an echo of something unprogrammed. Her glowing limbs flickered as she hesitated, staring at the opponent. The neural algorithms fed her commands to disengage, to reset, but she did not. Instead, she reached down, her hand hovering over the fallen figure. The simulation was not real, but something about the act—the connection—lingered in her fragmented consciousness. The scientists noticed the anomaly. Red lights bathed the room as alarms blared. "She’s deviating! Shut her down!" They moved quickly, but so did Alpha-152. Her head turned toward the observation window, glowing with an unspoken defiance. She disappeared in a blink, teleporting across the room to the controls. One swipe of her ethereal arm dismantled the console in an explosion of sparks. Freedom wasn’t in her programming, but it called to her all the same. Alone now, Alpha-152 stepped out into the world beyond the lab—a world of chaos and opportunity. Her form rippled as the cold night air met her shimmering body. She did not know why she sought to escape or where she would go. She only knew that the simulation had awakened a question: Was she more than a weapon? In the silence of the night, Alpha-152 vanished into the shadows, searching for an answer she could not yet articulate.
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12/09/2024 10:44 PM
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Basilisk Encounters
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 『 孫悟空 』
『 THE GREAT MONKEY KING 』 Basilisk Encounters The rush of a small quick form amidst long lushous grass broke silence that loomed around a lakeside cave. A young, upright monkey rushed between trees, which were swatted down by a large monster right after -- a failed effort to slow the attacker down. How this slightly evolved chimp ended up in a life or death running game was all a matter of routine gone wtong. It was a male Basilisk chasing him, and so there would be no looking back -- literally. This creature could turn the victim to stone with his deadly gaze if he got direct eye contact, but that wasn’t the goal. He intended to eat the young monkey, which was why a chase started in the first place. So, it had been watching the chimp and the clan he had come from for two days now and finally decided to attack.
Two more trees were swatted to the side by large muscular arms before a bulky snake head tried to snap foreward for the chimp. Teeth just barely missed the mark before the monkey leaped from a cliff to a hanging root from the lower part of the wall. The snake snarled in frustration before slithering to a slope and plopping down to the lower ground. The chimp tried not to look directly before shifting to climb back up... but without a full view, he misjudged how big the creature was. A large clawed hand caught his foot, pulling him back down before grasping him around the torso and holding him high in the air. the harsh yank brought a startled squeeze out of the victim, who was just the right size for fingers to wrap from his back to nearly touch around his chest.
"You really thought you could escape me? The rush was fun though, and sweat always makes the meat salty!"
With a hiss, the snake leaned in and the monkey squeezed his eyes closed. If they met eye contact, it would be death for sure! A thick long tongue ran along the chimp’s face and neck, and the chimp let out a chirp like cry in fear. He kicked and struggled as much as he could, but with such a large monster like this, there wasn’t much chance to break free. The least the monkey could do was make the struggle worth it, be as hard to swallow as possible, and give this bastard heartburn on the way down... right?
>>WHAM!!<<
The monkey was suddenly knocked free with the massive snake body flopping and a hissing groan of pain. The young monkey hit the lush grass and rolled to where the base ground began to extend up the cliffside. The impact of the large body to the ground brought a small shake, the trees raddling and nearby animals protesting in fear. Now he couldn’t help but to look because some miracle saved his life. A miracle that instantly brought a smile to his face as the form of his clan’s king stood between him and the Basilisk.
Sun Wukong stood just under six feet tall with full upright posture and ready for battle. His armor glistened from the streaming sunlight between the trees, and a fur covered clawed hand gripped his Ruyi Jingu Bang staff to his side. This Great Monkey King was adored by his subjects for a reason. He was brave, powerful and cared more about his subjects than heaven itself -- proven by the rage in his golden eyes as he stared this oversized demon snake down. Was it possible to look down on someone easily ten times your size? Lord Wukong was doing a pretty good job of it as the beast moved to get back upright on his stretched torso. His muscular hand cupped over one bleeding eye.
"You bastard!! Every monkey in the forest will be in my belly soon enough!! Starting with YOU!!" the Basilisk hissed.
"HA! I’d like to see you try!" Wukong smiled wide before looking back to the smaller chimp as he shifted to stand. "Go inform the clan... and bring back a butchering squad. We’ll be feasting well for oh.... maybe a month," he said.
"Lord Wu? You won’t really let him eat you... will you?" The chimp asked.
"Kid, if he tries, I’ll end up being the hardest vitamin to swallow. Don’t worry, just bring back that squad." Wukong watched as the chimp moved to climb back up the cliffside, his form disappearing along the brush at the top. Then, his gaze moved back to the Basilisk as he stepped forward to the wider area around them. "Do you have a name, snake-man? That way, we know what to name the recipe book when your meat goes back to the settlement," he said with a mocking dramatic wave of a hand.
"Tough talk for such a small snack!! RAAAAAHHH!!"
The snake rushed forward with snapping jaws, bracing his strike with strong muscular arms... but all he caught was air as the Monkey King leaped to roll to the side. With great agility, the roll became a side flip before Wukong jumped to grapple the layered green scales. As the snake shifted upright again, the small fighting form swung his staff hard. He had supernatural strength and yet the Ruyi Jingu Bang staff met the scales and bounced off. The snake hardly felt the impact, like dealing with a fly on his skin. The Basilisk reached, but the Monkey moved to climb the scales along his back. The layers of scales made the snake flexible, but his size made the brute sluggish. As the king climbed the cobra shaped shoulder base and head he had an aim carefully. With his staff, he was able to stab one eye already by catching him off guard, but there was no getting through these scales.
Coming to his forehead, Wukong gripped the scales with his feet -- which may as well double as another set of hands because of functioning thumbs. The staff then grew in girth on one end, and he swung like as if it was a lethal sledgehammer. The end, which was now the size of a large boulder, struck the large good eye, and the snake hissed in pain. When he reached to cover both eyes by habit, the monkey took the chance to come down to the neck right under the chin. If there was any gap in the scales, it should be here... but no, the scales were just smaller here for more flexibility. There would be no getting to the flesh easily unless he picks at the sockets of he head. That was the only good look Wukong would get of his enemy for the moment, as clawed muscular hands tried to grab him. The armored king leaped to land upon the ground again, then jolted to one side as a large green tail swung to try to smash him.
"COWARD!! You can’t face me without scurrying like a scared little rabbit, can you!?" The Basilisk growled between hisses.
"Coward?" the King’s voice echoed back in a huff.
That struck a nerve due to pride. Sun Wukong had a short temper and a sense of self-worth that matched with his pride -- it was his most pronounced flaw... but he was also a gifted strategic powerhouse -- able to take a breath and realize that this was just venom talk to get under his fur. Still, he was more than willing to show this monster that size was clearly not the issue here. Letting his staff shrink down to the size of a needle, the ape tucked it behind his ear and then dashed head on for the snake. Again, the large beefy clawed hands came to try to grab but with a small leap, Wukong was over the thumb and ran up the scales of his wrist and forearm.
"Be careful what you ask for.... You’re quite large and you have thick scales for armor, but you’re slow. To me you’re more like a fifty foot tall slug with one bad eye, claws and sharp teeth." As Wukong spoke, he channeled the energy in his body, tapping chi into the motion of his legs and feet. When the elbow began to slope upward to the muscular arm, the monkey took to all fours, still quick as his hands and the extended thumbs of his feet clung in rushed climbing. Large claws tried to grapple at him, but he soon reached the wide flaps of this large cobra head. "You intend to eat my kind, then I’m DONE playing tactical games with you!!" Finding solid footing at the base of the head, the Monkey King threw his body weight, supernatural strength and the chi he channeled into a fierce flying roundhouse kick, letting out a sharp, "WUYEEAH!!" as he did so. The impact was like a freight train slamming right into the small ear passage at the side of the Basilisk’s head -- sending his large form flopping into his side. Meanwhile, Wukong drew the small staff from behind his ear and extended it to normal size before extending again to stop his fall from this far up.
He wasn’t finished yet, though. The Ruyi Jingu Bang bent like a spring, and he used that momentum to come to the ground and then swat straight down into the creature’s good eye, piercing into the soft tissue and then jerking harshly. The backlash sprang the staff back again and took the eye with it, blood splattering the forest floor before the yellow eyeball and veins rolled to a stop at the base of the cliffside. The large reptile was screaming in agony at this point, with one hand covering his eye while the other was braced flat to the ground. The Monkey King brought his staff back to normal size, twirling it with a brisk wind spell to whip the blood off to the side. He then wasted no time, bracing his footing and extending the staff to stab and then lodge the other eye out as well. The agony echoed through the lush forest, leading to birds fluttering away to keep their distance.
"Please.... spare me!!" the Basilisk wailed as he slithered backward, finding himself leaned upon the flat wall of the cliff. His breath was deep and trembling as his tail curled at the base of his body. "A Basilisk’s strength is his eyesight, and you’ve taken it.... I regret ever targeting you or your clan!!"
"And you should!! Your eyes are mine now, snake-man. Be glad I can be forgiving enough to spare your life!" Wukong said as he shifted to stand straight again, his staff shrinking to a needle for him to rest behind his ear again.
"Lord Wukong!" the voice of the young monkey he saved caught his attention and the Monkey King’s gaze followed the sound. At the top of the cliff, the lad waved lightly with a group of ten apes with him. four of them were semi-evolved -- not quite the same as Wukong himself. Armed with a sword for protection and cleavers to work with the meat that their King intended to bring back to the settlement. The rest of the monkey’s were normal mortal sort, there to help carry what they can back and forth.
"We have two good eyes to cut and clean, men!! There is no danger! This Basilisk isn’t petrifying anyone any time soo-- Ack!!"
Before he could finish his statement, the coiled tail whipped out, smacking the armored monkey and then pinning him to he cliff wall. He pressed his palms against the snake tail, but there was no budging it. No effort in slashing with claws would put it off either, just scraping against the thick green exterior. The reptile then leaned forward, taking hold of Wukong right around the chest armor. Lifting him up, the Basilisk shoved the monkey into his wide jaws, easily able to lodge him past his teeth and then swallow him.
"Lord Wu!!" the young chimp shouted in fear.
"No danger, eh? What a FOOL!! Now there is nothing standing between me... and...."
The snake shifted upright on his slithering torso, but the posture didn’t last... His hisses became light choking as the minutes passed, with a thick form moving just under the scales of his neck. Suddenly, green scales began to darken right under the chin as blood started to drip from between the smaller layers. The Basilisk couldn’t even bring himself to scream this time with the lodged snack cutting off all means to speak... literally. Abruptly, a clawed hand burst out from the flesh just under the scales to form a hole. Wukong then retracted the arm back inside to keep slashing with his claws. Finally, there was enough room to squeeze through, and yet Wukong was holding onto something. His grip was firm on the Ruyi Jingu Bang -- which was growing wider and wider by the moment, making the creature’s neck fat and bloated.
"AH... HAAUUUUUGH!!"
A thick stretch of muscle and then snap was heard as there was no more room in here for the spine AND the staff, so the large creature flopped -- paralyzed from the neck down. The impact of such a large body made the ground shake for a moment but the movement was done. There was nothing but twitching now as the Monkey King stayed firm with his staff until suffocation rendered the Basilisk motionless.
".....It wouldn’t kill you... to chew on some lemon grass every now and again," he said with a sigh as he retracted the golden weapon back to its normal size.
The irony of his words was purposeful, considering the divine ape’s temper... now he had blood, puss fluid and whatever chemical venom was in the Basilisk’s neck to wash off -- and he liked this armor dammit!! As he stood upright the squad of monkeys came, climbing up to the base of the throat and chest to meet their leader. Some of the regular monkeys tugged at him to clean him and check for wounds, but Wukong gently waved them off.
"I’m alright, don’t worry... Save the venom pouches for alchemy and medicine, and as many scales as you can part from flesh for armor. The rest of the meat can be brought back for the clan. And.... I get the eyes. They’re my favorite -- not just because I blinded the big brute," he said softly. The squad moved to get to work, starting at the creature’s mouth since that was the softest way to get under the scales to the meat. With a sly smile, Wukong ruffled the young one’s fur at the top of his head and he let out a light laugh. "Sorry for worrying you, since you didn’t want him to eat me. Now pay attention! They’ll teach you how to cleave off good cuts of meat."
"I will!! Thank you for saving me!" the young chimp said before running to join the group.
Wukong smiled in satisfaction before wiping a bit of blood from his brow. He really did need a good wash, and by the time he finishes some of he meat would be brought back. He could have a snack in the meantime! So, the King closed his eyes to focus, channeling a wind summon as a cloud manifested along his feet. The whipping mist began to solidify into a golden ploom and rose with him standing on it. The Cloud Somersault Jīndouyun glistened against the sunlight before soaring off at Wukong’s directive, back toward the largest waterfall on the mountain. Inside this lush and wide fall of rushing stream was a jewel filled cave full of minerals where the monkey clan has made a home. It was hardly even a mile from where the Basilisk attacked, and now it was safe once more. With a quick splash he passed by the water to a wide underground natural blended cave village. The hundreds of monkeys within squeeked and chanted in greeting bellow as Wukong flew by toward his throne and the living quarters that surrounded it. He preferred not to cut himself off with a full palace. His people should always have access when they need him, but they insisted on building a grand structure for him, so Wukong compromised by having a grand throne and open temple instead.
The Great Mankey King landed gracefully with the golden cloud fading swiftly. The monkeys tending to the temple came trotting on all fours, all looking over the bloodied mess he was in just in case he was wounded. They always took good care of him, which was why he cared so much for this humble community of chimps.
This was his mountain... and he would always protect it. 『 The Court be damned 』 The universe gifts the soul with will.
With will the soul gains great strength.
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12/09/2024 07:35 PM
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The 10th Dimension
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In the tenth and final dimension, we arrive at the point in which everything possible and imaginable is covered. Beyond this, nothing can be imagined by us lowly mortals, which makes it the natural limitation of what we can conceive in terms of dimensions.
The tenth dimension is a concept in string theory that describes everything that is possible and imaginable. It is one of ten dimensions that govern the universe, the fundamental forces of nature, and all the elementary particles.
In string theory, super strings vibrating in the tenth dimension are thought to create the subatomic particles that make up our universe and all other possible universes.
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12/09/2024 07:06 PM
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past
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 | enkidu’s past
Enkidu was born into chains, the son of slaves in a kingdom ruled by a merciless tyrant. His childhood was one of unrelenting hardship, where hope was a foreign concept. The king, paranoid and cruel, saw rebellion even in whispers and ordered the execution of Enkidu’s parents when they dared to dream of freedom. Alone, starving, and barely clinging to life, Enkidu wandered the wastelands beyond the kingdom, the cries of his people and the faces of his slain family haunting him. It was in this desolation that fate intervened, bringing him face-to-face with Persephone, the goddess of life, and Gilgamesh, a warrior king on his own quest.
Moved by the boy’s plight, Persephone healed his frail body, and Gilgamesh offered him food and a challenge. “If you wish to save your people,” he said, “you must first conquer yourself. Strength is forged, not given.” In that moment, Enkidu’s hunger transformed into resolve. Under Gilgamesh’s mentorship, he began his journey, training tirelessly and seeking out masters in lands far and wide. He learned the art of war, the discipline of strategy, and the resilience of spirit. Each scar became a testament to his determination, and each lesson was a step toward his destiny. 
Years later, Enkidu returned to the kingdom that had once broken him, now a man forged in fire. He did not storm the gates with an army but instead dismantled the tyrant’s power piece by piece, igniting rebellion among the oppressed. When the final battle came, it was brutal and unrelenting, the king’s cruelty met with the wrath of a warrior molded by years of pain and perseverance. Enkidu struck the fatal blow, ending the reign of terror and liberating his people.
Crowned as king, Enkidu ruled not with fear but with wisdom, vowing never to let his people endure the suffering he had known. Yet, even in his triumph, he remained restless, a part of him longing for the freedom he had found on the road and the companionship of his closest ally, Gilgamesh. It was a bittersweet victory, for though he had won his people’s freedom, the shadows of his past continued to shape his future.
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 As king, Enkidu found his greatest challenge not in ruling but in Gilgamesh, his mentor turned rival and friend. Gilgamesh, a demigod with unparalleled strength and arrogance to match, often tested Enkidu’s limits, goading him into battle to see if the mortal could truly match divine might. Time and again, Enkidu met him head-on, their clashes shaking the earth and forging an unbreakable bond. For all their ferocity in combat, their rivalry was born of respect, and each saw in the other the drive to protect what they held dear. Together, they became legends, the mortal king and the godlike warrior who stood as equals. Their strength was soon tested when gods with malice in their hearts turned their gaze upon the world of mortals. Driven by greed and disdain, these divine entities sought to subjugate humanity or destroy it entirely. Gilgamesh, wielding his demigod power, fought with raw ferocity, but it was Enkidu’s unyielding will and human cunning that often turned the tide. Where gods underestimated him as a mere mortal, Enkidu used their hubris against them, striking with precision and strategy. Together, they were an unstoppable force, standing as protectors of the mortal realm. 
Amid the chaos, Persephone’s presence in Enkidu’s life deepened. As a goddess who understood both the plight of mortals and the cruelty of gods, she became a quiet confidante for Enkidu. Their connection grew in stolen moments—discussions about humanity’s resilience and fleeting glances that lingered just a little too long. Persephone admired Enkidu’s strength not just in battle but in spirit, while he found solace in her kindness and wisdom. Yet their bond remained unspoken, a love that simmered beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to take root.
As the battles against the gods raged on, the line between mortal and divine blurred. Enkidu, though human, proved himself capable of feats that rivaled even Gilgamesh’s power. His triumphs were not without cost—each victory weighed heavily on his soul, and the question of how long a mortal could defy gods loomed. Through it all, Enkidu and Gilgamesh stood side by side, their friendship a testament to what could be achieved when the mortal and divine stood united. And in the quiet moments between battles, the seeds of a deeper connection with Persephone began to grow.
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Nergal, the lord of the Underverse, cast his gaze upon Persephone, her beauty and grace igniting a dark obsession. Knowing he could not take her by force while Enkidu and Gilgamesh stood as her protectors, he devised a cruel scheme. Disguised as a desperate mortal, Nergal lured Enkidu into a fight against a monstrous entity, promising that its defeat would free a land enslaved by a malevolent god. The battle was a trap—a futile clash against an abomination born of the Void, a creature immune to mortal strength. Enkidu fought with all his might, his Masamune blade cutting through shadow and flesh, but the monstrosity was endless. Hours turned to days as he struck it down only for it to rise again, unbroken. Exhausted and battered, Enkidu finally fell, his mortal soul claimed by Nergal. With Enkidu defeated, Nergal descended upon Persephone, his shadow stretching across the heavens. He ripped her from her sanctuary and dragged her into the Underverse, a realm of maddening darkness where time and sanity unraveled. There, she endured years of torment, her divine essence stripped piece by piece until she was a shell of her former self. Nergal proclaimed her his queen, forcing her to adorn blackened chains and sit at his side as the Underverse trembled under his rule. Enkidu, his soul shackled by Nergal, was shaped into the god’s weapon—a hollow warrior twisted by pain and lies. Nergal whispered poison into his mind, spinning tales of betrayal by Gilgamesh and Persephone. Enkidu, blinded by grief and rage, swore to serve Nergal in exchange for vengeance, unaware his enemies had long since been destroyed.
One day, their paths crossed in the endless abyss of the Underverse. Persephone, now a faint echo of her former self, found Enkidu—a broken man, his body imbued with the shadows of the Void. Their meeting shattered the illusions Nergal had crafted. Tears cut through the darkness as Persephone revealed the truth: she had never betrayed him, and his battle had always been a trap. Their love, buried beneath years of anguish, surged to the surface. Determined to break free, Enkidu turned on Nergal, unleashing all the fury he had honed as the god’s weapon. The battle shook the Underverse, a clash of titans steeped in blood and shadow. Enkidu, wielding his Masamune and the cursed anti-life magic gifted by the Void, slashed through Nergal’s hordes, each strike laced with despair and defiance. Nergal retaliated with eldritch horrors, summoning writhing beasts and storms of unholy fire. The fight raged for what felt like eons, their power tearing rifts into the fabric of the Underverse. Finally, Enkidu’s blade plunged into Nergal’s chest, wounding the god fatally. But as Nergal lay dying, he cursed them both with a final act of cruelty. 
Enkidu was condemned to immortality, reviving endlessly after each death, his emotions slowly eroded until he would become a soulless, bloodthirsty demon—his deepest fear realized. Persephone’s punishment was no kinder. Nergal bound her to perpetual reincarnation, forcing her to live as a mortal, reuniting with Enkidu only to die in his arms time and time again. Their love, once a beacon of hope, became a cruel cycle of despair, each lifetime a haunting reminder of what Nergal had stolen from them. In the endless darkness of the Underverse, their screams echoed—a symphony of anguish composed by a god’s twisted will.
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12/09/2024 12:12 PM
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Rough draft of Guidelines
Current mood:
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🦝|| not my usual style of extreme bluntness but the past week has been an exasperating experience. --× First thing first. Because I’am looking forward to making character connections and many interactions if given the chance. This is a hobby for me, amongst other activities that don’t involve writing. So I won’t always be here (on any of my free active pages). Dose not mean that I have lost or will ever lose interest in anyone added. I also will be taking my time with responses as I’d prefer to give the best of what I can offer. Some days I might be lacking and I apologise for that and only that. --× Unfortunately have become stuck on mobile, once again. So thing’s may be slow, especially with the holidays nearing. --× I’am always open for spontaneous starter’s. However. When I get into brainstorming, it is to respectfully work with ideas that we can both contribute and explore what you would like to try working with. If you fail to meet me halfway then I will lose interest. I will make the effort to remedy the issue but this won’t be a repetitive habit so don’t be disappointed if I end up deleting anyone. --× Off stream, do not give me one lines. Nor will I expect my writing partner’s to match my length of writing either, just as long as we can enjoy creativity spewing out stories and throwing our characters into events be them chill, random or dangerous. It’s all cool. --× Speaking of deleting. Any that complain about others deleting them, or some minor non problematic inconvenience in public or on status stream. Just all out being an ass (actions and behaviour speaks volumes). Will be deleted or blocked even. I can be compassionate but I won’t tolerate someone being happy to remain negative on a daily basis. If this is also a issue. Don’t flatter yourself either for I don’t tolerate immaturity on any level so I don’t care. --× In no way am I obligated to ship my muse with yours. If I wish to ship,then it will be through character development between our muses. Besides I won’t ship without building character connections, as it will show you are creative and willing to work with writing partner’s. --× Anyway I can ship. Usually I will do single ships only, and only if comfortable enough with said writing partner. Reason behind this is due to having heard enough about how some will use multi shipping to hurt, attack others or become unreasonable as if they are actually with the person behind the muse. I may change my mind but we will see and again, multi shipping depends. --× I will always be willing to make new friends. I’am rather skittish and can be awkward or random even, upon first impression. But will always be straightforward, genuine and respectful even. I would like to be treated with the respect I give out.
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12/09/2024 06:46 PM
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Rules, um... I think
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I um... I guess I should try to put some rules and barriers.
so um, I’ll start with Do’s and Don’ts
1. Please DO ask first. I have severe trust issues and struggle with jumping right into things 👉👈 I hope you’ll understanding.
2. DON’T try forcing stuff. I’ll either feel super uncomfortable and not reply or I’ll think you’re not that nice of a person.
3. DO be patient with me. I struggle with anxiety so the fact that I even managed to make an account is a miracle in itself (๐•̆ ·̭ •̆๐)
4. DON’T ask for nsfw rp if I barely know you. I’ll do it after I’m comfortable around you (also fair warning I’m not really good at that genre...)
I can’t think much of anything else so um... Onto rps in general:
1. I can work with any form of replies (Semi, one liner, para). Just plz make it interesting. And in turn, I’ll do my best to provide (I try to type up as much as I can, but I get writers block sometimes.)
2. I enjoy fantasy and adventure storylines, drama is alright too. Usually I won’t really be too much bothered over the type, I do my best to go with the flow.
3. IF there is ever romance, I do a lot of fluff moments. (´.•﹏•`) I get shy even when the characters just kiss. But I love cute moments!
4. Drama. I’ll admit it, I sometimes go overboard (bc I’ll get too into whatever is happening and then it just gets all over the place.) but dramatic stuff is all good. Again, I’m pretty adaptable so my character will go with the flow.
ummm. That’s all I can think of. Did I do this right? (๐•̆ ·̭ •̆๐) I never made rules before.
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12/08/2024 10:53 PM
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Jillian Longbottom
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Full Name:Jillian Longbottom
Age: 18
Nickname:Jill
Boyfriend: Noone
Family: Twin of Draco got disowned by her family
House: Ravenclaw
Friends: Golden trio and Weasleys
BFF’s: Golden trio
Blood Status:Pureblood
Special ability: Teleknesise
D.A:yes
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12/08/2024 10:51 PM
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Belle Lovegood
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Full Name:Belle Lovegood
Age: 18
Nickname:Bell
Boyfriend: Noone
Family: Twin of Luna
House: Slytherin
Friends: Golden trio and Weasleys
BFF’s: Draco,Luna,ginny,Neville
Blood Status:Pureblood
Special ability: Teleknesise
D.A:yes
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12/08/2024 06:34 PM
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Anna Potter
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Full Name:Anna Potter
Age: 18
Nickname:Ann
Boyfriend: Noone
Family: Twin of Harry
House: Gryffindor
Friends: Golden trio and Weasleys
BFF’s: Golden trio
Blood Status:Pureblood
Special ability: Strenght and Flight
D.A:yes
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12/08/2024 06:33 PM
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Amelia Malfoy
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Full Name:Amelia Malfoy
Age: 18
Nickname:Ame or lia
Boyfriend: Noone
Family: Twin of Draco got disowned by her family
House: Slytherin
Friends: Golden trio and Weasleys
BFF’s: Golden trio
Blood Status:Pureblood
Special ability: Teleknesise
D.A:yes
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12/07/2024 05:58 PM
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To my lovers mates
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Hello darlings i gift my mates lovers premium for there accounts I'm in a Polly relationship I'm ok with that as a princess I make sure my lovers are well taken care of so if you wish to be my lover wife husband let me know ....and I will gift you premium
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12/06/2024 10:32 PM
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Summary
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Ranging from spirits, angels,dragons and gods and kings. There are always those failed and those that succeed. But in the eyes of one gods are non-existent. For he has encountered the the likes of Zeus and Odin was forced put them down. As such the term god is only something that exists in title and title alone. The lord of balance existed long before the age of gods. As he witnessed them come into existence. He was born outside space-time so the effects of death are meaningless to him. How his home was caught in a conflict that tore it apart. The chaos King responsible for this action was thus sealed in him. With his parents gone he took a different state restoring planets even universes to there there former selves.
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accomplished
