I am C̵̛̥̬ụ̸̳̓̑r̷͕̳͌͘s̷̠͔̒̕ȇ̵͇͝d̷̖̚s̷͚̀̔h̵̨̛͑o̷͕͈̔t̸̥̃.
I have. Come back. A great deity had called me forth. Pulled me from. The tombs of the one who greets ghosts. I am here now. Back.
Who am I. What am I.
Rules. From a forgotten time.
No inappropriate questions that. Are not safe. For children.
Beware. Body horror. Light gore. Death. I am undead.
I banish thee from my domain, if thy misbehave. To the one who greets ghosts.
My decrees may change as I see fit.
OOC undercut:
Mod is 18+, goes by Eli, and prefers he/him or they/them pronouns.
All interactions (OC, OOC, canon, multi-fandom) are welcome!
Cursedshot is entirely based off of headcanons and diverges greatly from the canon Slingshot. This is if the skin was its own character.
I will eventually be posting my own art here; do NOT use it to train AI without my consent. Do NOT repost anywhere without my permission, do NOT trace it unless you have my permission, and do NOT claim it as yours. Reblogs > likes, but both are appreciated.
Some of my OCs may make a guest appearance on this blog. Yours may, too.
The Cursedshot I play has cat traits! It is also an undead eldritch abomination, and will be portrayed in unsettling manners at times.
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-> The sound armor against foliage could be heard in the distance. Teals and pale grayish-blue colors stuck out like a sore thumb against the greenery.
-> Who was there?
- @prideful-knight
The cat-like demon has been staring at his own reflection in a nearby puddle, confused and entranced. Who was this demon? He barely recognized himself.
But the metallic clunks of armor drew Cursed from his dissociated trance. He neck cricked and cracked as he looked back behind him, head tilted at unnatural angles. He sooner pushed himself to his feet, though travelled in a crawl, pushing aside foliage to see the painfully obvious target among the leaves.
All the other demon could see was a single glowing yellow eye among the shadows.
A demon seemed to be in a rush, claws tearing at the ground as he ran on all fours, his slingshot strapped to his back. Cursedshot skidded to a halt, however, at the tantalizing scent of... fooooooood. He stopped in front of Slingshot's cafe and leaned in, and bonked his head on the... strange invisible force field between him and the food (a window.) He pressed his face against the glass, his bright yellow eye unblinking.
-- @cursedshot-arisen
-> The blue demon, who had luckily changed back into his normal clothing, was trotting around the cafe while humming to himself. It looked like he was closing up shop.
-> All of his movement stopped once he noticed the demon whose face was pressed against his window, fluffy tail sticking up in alarm.
Cursedshot's attention is pulled from the scents to the demon making eye-contact with him. With a cat-like hiss, he begins clawing at the window, as if that would do anything to either let him inside or scare Slingshot off.
"H-Hey! You'll damage my window! Stop that!"
-> The blue demon hurried over and grabbed a broom, lifting it up and waving it in front of the window in hopes of scaring the other off.
"Stop that! What do you want?!"
Cursedshot leaps into the air a bit, much higher than the usual demon, and when he lands back on the ground he stairs at the other and begins hissing again. Even his hair seems to be bristling!
"Tell me what you want, okay?"
"Are you here to hurt me or somethin'? Because I've got my own slingshot on hand, buster! Are you like- Hungry or something? Do you want a drink?"
-> Slingshot drops his broom and pulls out his own slingshot, gripping it tightly.
Cursedshot tilts his head from side to side upon seeing another slingshot being used. His guard dropped a little, and he pressed his face to the window again.
"Hungry. Hungry hungry hungry hungry. Kin of the catapult. Hungry."
"So.... You're hungry? I guess that's why you're actin' this way, huh? Kitty on an empty stomach is a sad kitty!"
-> He lowers his own slingshot, hooking it back onto his back before going over to the front doors of the cafe, opening one up.
"C'mon in. I'm supposed to be closing soon but... I guess I could make you something quick before I do. I know I get moody when I'm a hungry kitty too!"
The smell of food wafting from the open door was too much for Cursedshot to question much of anything-- not that he ever had much awareness to anyway. Keeping crouched, he crawled through the entrance and glanced around.
A demon seemed to be in a rush, claws tearing at the ground as he ran on all fours, his slingshot strapped to his back. Cursedshot skidded to a halt, however, at the tantalizing scent of... fooooooood. He stopped in front of Slingshot's cafe and leaned in, and bonked his head on the... strange invisible force field between him and the food (a window.) He pressed his face against the glass, his bright yellow eye unblinking.
-- @cursedshot-arisen
-> The blue demon, who had luckily changed back into his normal clothing, was trotting around the cafe while humming to himself. It looked like he was closing up shop.
-> All of his movement stopped once he noticed the demon whose face was pressed against his window, fluffy tail sticking up in alarm.
Cursedshot's attention is pulled from the scents to the demon making eye-contact with him. With a cat-like hiss, he begins clawing at the window, as if that would do anything to either let him inside or scare Slingshot off.
"H-Hey! You'll damage my window! Stop that!"
-> The blue demon hurried over and grabbed a broom, lifting it up and waving it in front of the window in hopes of scaring the other off.
"Stop that! What do you want?!"
Cursedshot leaps into the air a bit, much higher than the usual demon, and when he lands back on the ground he stairs at the other and begins hissing again. Even his hair seems to be bristling!
"Tell me what you want, okay?"
"Are you here to hurt me or somethin'? Because I've got my own slingshot on hand, buster! Are you like- Hungry or something? Do you want a drink?"
-> Slingshot drops his broom and pulls out his own slingshot, gripping it tightly.
Cursedshot tilts his head from side to side upon seeing another slingshot being used. His guard dropped a little, and he pressed his face to the window again.
"Hungry. Hungry hungry hungry hungry. Kin of the catapult. Hungry."
A demon seemed to be in a rush, claws tearing at the ground as he ran on all fours, his slingshot strapped to his back. Cursedshot skidded to a halt, however, at the tantalizing scent of... fooooooood. He stopped in front of Slingshot's cafe and leaned in, and bonked his head on the... strange invisible force field between him and the food (a window.) He pressed his face against the glass, his bright yellow eye unblinking.
-- @cursedshot-arisen
-> The blue demon, who had luckily changed back into his normal clothing, was trotting around the cafe while humming to himself. It looked like he was closing up shop.
-> All of his movement stopped once he noticed the demon whose face was pressed against his window, fluffy tail sticking up in alarm.
Cursedshot's attention is pulled from the scents to the demon making eye-contact with him. With a cat-like hiss, he begins clawing at the window, as if that would do anything to either let him inside or scare Slingshot off.
"H-Hey! You'll damage my window! Stop that!"
-> The blue demon hurried over and grabbed a broom, lifting it up and waving it in front of the window in hopes of scaring the other off.
"Stop that! What do you want?!"
Cursedshot leaps into the air a bit, much higher than the usual demon, and when he lands back on the ground he stairs at the other and begins hissing again. Even his hair seems to be bristling!
A demon seemed to be in a rush, claws tearing at the ground as he ran on all fours, his slingshot strapped to his back. Cursedshot skidded to a halt, however, at the tantalizing scent of... fooooooood. He stopped in front of Slingshot's cafe and leaned in, and bonked his head on the... strange invisible force field between him and the food (a window.) He pressed his face against the glass, his bright yellow eye unblinking.
-- @cursedshot-arisen
-> The blue demon, who had luckily changed back into his normal clothing, was trotting around the cafe while humming to himself. It looked like he was closing up shop.
-> All of his movement stopped once he noticed the demon whose face was pressed against his window, fluffy tail sticking up in alarm.
Cursedshot's attention is pulled from the scents to the demon making eye-contact with him. With a cat-like hiss, he begins clawing at the window, as if that would do anything to either let him inside or scare Slingshot off.
Yeah! Yeah!!! Music egg!
And do you remember Egobworder? Y'know! Famous captain of Playground? Guy that goes reeeeeeally fast? He's got fancy armor and has some teal on him too! Speed puppy!
- @simply-windy
No, Cursed. Not the food eggs, the demon!
He's a famous conductor from Playground? Wears a lot of golds and whites? Dove man who does music?
- @simply-windy
-> The deity stares down at the cursed feline demon, a low hum escaping his lips as he held a book in one hand, writing something down with a feather pen before both objects vanish into thin air.
"I can sense your distress, child. Is something the matter?"
"Lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost--"
-> The deity holds up his hand to silence his follower, a low hum escaping his throat.
"My child. You must explain more. Bring back your mind, focus, recollect yourself, then speak once more. What do you mean by "lost", my child?"
-> Ghostwalker was always so calm and patient. No one knows how he does it time and time again.
"My child-!"
-> The deity rushes forward and carefully grabs Cursed's face, holding it gently within his cold hands. His moth-like wings spread out before wrapping around the feline demon.
"Hush, my child. Do not let the evil take hold of you. Look at me, my child. Breath. Relax your mind. Let me in..."
The Influence tries to break through Ghostwalker's own influence, but it cannot; it recedes, for now, leaving Cursedshot in a moment of too-painful clarity.
-> The deity stares down at the cursed feline demon, a low hum escaping his lips as he held a book in one hand, writing something down with a feather pen before both objects vanish into thin air.
"I can sense your distress, child. Is something the matter?"
"Lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost--"
-> The deity holds up his hand to silence his follower, a low hum escaping his throat.
"My child. You must explain more. Bring back your mind, focus, recollect yourself, then speak once more. What do you mean by "lost", my child?"
-> Ghostwalker was always so calm and patient. No one knows how he does it time and time again.
-> The deity stares down at the cursed feline demon, a low hum escaping his lips as he held a book in one hand, writing something down with a feather pen before both objects vanish into thin air.
"I can sense your distress, child. Is something the matter?"
"Lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost lost--"
I'll.... I'll take that as a yes then! I uh.... I don't know how much this'll register with you. But she's missing. No one knows where she is.
- @simply-windy
He doesn't register this at all. Instead he begins a long journey, drawing on the smallest banks of memory, to find the home of his lost friend.
