# ྃ 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐈𝐒𝐌 ⸻ a sporadic activity, private, multiverse GAMEOVERSE blog featuring kit bodega based on my personal headcanons. ⺌ max, ﹙⠀she ﹨ fae ⠀﹚ est. ₂₀₂₆ ◜ ඞ self—implemented portrayals written on glitched systems ﹔﹝⠀* &⠀﹞ losing is winning .
[+..••]🕹.𖥔 ݁˖ ⸻ , 𝐏𝐈𝐗𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 : replicate this moment from a million miles away , 𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐋, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 , never make a sound , 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐄 , all the satellites are down , 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐇, 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 , falling through the atmosphere , 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍? , got me going insane.
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Is it Okay Just to Get Fired Up? - Gurren Lagann OST
Instead of trusting in the...
Nonsense? No. Wisdom.
His body freezes as a sign of recognition, lips thinning horizontally as that squint delivered to the traveler was mixed between agitation and a smidgen of embarrassment. Somehow, the mere idea that he lacked faith in what he's forged due to a select number of ass kickings hadn't occurred in the spinning wheels of the mind before. Whoever this space faring catgirl what, there was a touch of danger when his madness could glean reason.
Reason when she's CLEARLY talking out of her goddamn mind! (His head sees nothing but profound example on the other hand!) "You've got some goddamn nerve, standin' up for something that got its ass kicked so decisively, gritted together by my hands no less!" Yet, it was a measure of wounded pride that prompts him to be so animated, teeth clenched and that pointer finger retracting, allowing a clenched hand to wobble in futility.
Fall back onto those wizened words, healing certainly led to the momentum becoming kicked out of his door of favor!
A stubborn glance is cast towards that spatial portal back into the Simulated Universe. By now the anchor of Erudition that empowers it had cooled, that seething array of letting his opposition go berserk leading those shimmering scarlet walls to hum back down, crackling into a more torrential blue as the current grows calm. Oh, that new mode flicked with spontaneous mask modes were calling for him.. Taunting him, he knows the damn thing would stick its tongue out at him if it had one!
"Just who in the hell are you supposed to be anyways? I haven't died enough times to where I've unlocked the secret motivational catgirl, have I?" That in itself would be embarrassing in an entirely different way! Soon, the thought led him to focusing that golden gaze, falling upon the attire that screams 'Fellow Traveler of the Stars'. Penacony has always had a smidgen of fixation for inviting the unexpected variables, and by now, that gave Kit an almost shameless past to not find technical questions.
Everything is normally so weird that she's now normal, imagine how that works.
Instead, the captain of this Clockhand crosses his arms, more of a demanding light sparked in those eyes. "And in that case, a party member who is here to bare witness instead! Someone who can appreciate a critical experience and the highest speeds, casting paltry things like HP off to hell?!""
Whipping out a bucket of fried chicken, Caelus began to consume, rapidly replenishing his health and portions of Path Power. One of those fine crusted morsels were tossed to her in kind. "If so, join this covenant by one of the tastiest damn things the cosmos has ever conceived, fried chicken, a meal fit even for the Aeons!"
𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞, he actually paused to consider it despite the noticeable broken pride etching into his features. & while he wouldn’t outright say it, she could practically see him ponder her terrible advice as though it might contain some hidden wisdom somewhere in the abyss of nonsense . . . which also meant she was on the right path towards full on deception & succeeding with it.
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐲 & 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭, the thing still felt strangely alive as if waiting patiently for him to walk right through once more for another round. she noticed the way his attention kept drifting towards it no matter how frustrated he became like the universe truly was teasing him to the point where he could not walk away from it without turning it into his bitch.
so of course, kit prompted to continue feeding into the madness.
the cat from ipanema - j1gggs
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 “𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥” unlocked after dying too many times, she latched onto the idea instantly with shameless enthusiasm. her fluffy ears twitched lightly along with her tail wagging lazily behind her, a proud smile curving her lips as she appeared to almost beam underneath penacony’s ecstatic glow.
❝ most people unlock the motivational catgirl sequence after, like, six mental breakdowns minimum. you held out way longer than expected. ❞
& 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 on how he shouldn’t mess around with his relics if he didn’t want to keep seeing her pop in to throw useless advice, fried chicken materialized then which completely made her lose her train of thought. the smell hit her immediately - warm grease, pepper heavy seasoning, fresh crisp breading - & it made her mouth water. a piece of it suddenly flew towards her, & instinct made her catch it quickly before it could fall. for a very minute second, she simply stared at it like it was some kind of bizarre alien thing before her stomach took the reins, & she took the first of many bites.
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞, delight flashing across her face as a little chirp escaped her throat before she could stop it, her ears flopping down in pure bliss just as her tail wagged even faster. the tension melted from her shoulders while soft purring vibrated through her chest, the sound low but undeniably present as she devoured the chicken with alarming speed.
❝ man, that was gooooood ~ ❞
𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 settling between the both of them as kit came down from her chicken high ( the curse of being a cat ). but the endless lights & distant music drifting through the atmosphere managed to reel her focus back in, reminding her that she still had a mission to complete, & she couldn’t allow the slightest sense of desire to worm its way back into caelus in terms of having him want to give that divergent universe another ten billion try.
❝ y’know what .ᐣ.ᐣ before you go back in there & let the simulation psychologically brutalize you again, you should probably recharge a little first. ❞
she gestured vaguely towards the environment behind them, an innocent smile with bits of crumbs clinging onto her whiskers.
❝ c’mon, little stroll. motivational catgirl’s orders. ❞
𝐤𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐨 that completed stories were graveyards pretending to be happy endings. every game, every story, every carefully constructed world spent its entire existence building toward that singular triumphant moment where the protagonist finally won. but she had seen what happened afterwards . . .
destruction. complete annihilation of the world. death to every single character.
until there was nothing left.
𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐨𝐰, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, a motivator to prevent what happened to her world from happening to many others. it was hard to even explain what lead up to such a point or what had been told to her entirely, but she took it upon herself to travel from world to world to avoid the same fate to fall on unsuspecting universe : a failed boss fight here, a delayed objective there, a protagonist nudged toward distraction instead of victory. all she needed to do was to delay victory from the hero’s point of view because winning within the gameoverse meant devastating loss . . . as counterproductive as that sounded.
& 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝, caelus possessed the exact kind of stubbornness heroes always seemed cursed with, but she supposed she could somehow use that to her advantage, especially after being brushed aside as some npc in his eyes & getting berated for saying something that even she found to be absolutely absurd. whatever this pocket dimension of challenges was, it seemed to be doing what it does best ⸻ making things personal, which she could totally exploit if she picked her words right.
𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝 & 𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 with an accusatory finger towards her made him appear like a man uncovering forbidden truths beneath divine revelation itself, & it almost made kit laugh right on the spot. the protagonist muttering furiously about damage thresholds, inflated health pools, & enemy scaling ⸻ she had seen enough heroes spiraling into gamer madness to understand every ounce of that pain. but because she recognized that exact stage, she understood this was not merely irritation but obsession.
& obsession was useful.
𝐤𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬, nodding her head with the precise level of confidence required to make terrible advice sound spiritually profound. oh, she was gonna have to bullshit her way through that thick skull of his one way or another, & she could only hope he was stupid enough to believe her.
❝ skill issue on your part, not gonna lie. every failed run has you panicking & rebuilding your entire setup from scratch instead of trusting the momentum you already built. you just gotta trust your primary instincts before trying to switch things up like a madman. ❞
utter nonsense.
❝ & honestly .ᐣ.ᐣ you’re so right about healers. tagging them along is probably what’s handicapping you. they make you too dependent on them without letting you shine on brute strength alone. you’re treating this, uh, thing like a strategy problem when clearly it wants aggression. ❞
if this doesn’t work, she might have to have kaboodle give her a laser to saw a hole in the wall and have space itself suck caelus out into the nether.
