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hey what’s up guys!!! i moved daniel to my multimuse blog over at anastolii, so feel free to follow me over there! if not, like. boy howdy im probably not coming back here. im gonna queue this a couple times too so watch out for thaaat
hey what’s up guys!!! i moved daniel to my multimuse blog over at anastolii, so feel free to follow me over there! if not, like. boy howdy im probably not coming back here. im gonna queue this a couple times too so watch out for thaaat
hey what’s up guys!!! i moved daniel to my multimuse blog over at anastolii, so feel free to follow me over there! if not, like. boy howdy im probably not coming back here. im gonna queue this a couple times too so watch out for thaaat
hey what’s up guys!!! i moved daniel to my multimuse blog over at anastolii, so feel free to follow me over there! if not, like. boy howdy im probably not coming back here. im gonna queue this a couple times too so watch out for thaaat
hey what’s up guys!!! i moved daniel to my multimuse blog over at anastolii, so feel free to follow me over there! if not, like. boy howdy im probably not coming back here. im gonna queue this a couple times too so watch out for thaaat
nonludum.
to promise ANYTHING to such a greedy soul is truly an UNFORTUNATE thing – because the moment it has fallen from his lips – she is left wondering just what she could get out of him. with the WORLD at the table she is curious what he will offer in SPECIFIC. the way his gaze lingers, the way he is so WILLING to throw away all leverage… this woman must be TRULY important to him. it is not her place to question WHY but it is her place to capitalize upon it.
he’s already FAILED to adapt to the situation in falling into her clutches.
and yet despite the eager thoughts in her mind – the way she longs to simply eat him up alive right here and NOW, that smile lingers on her face, gaze never straying from his features. oh it was not that easy. she could call someone over NOW and ensure this woman’s safety, but where was the fun in NOT playing with your food?
“ excellent. it shall be done then. HOWEVER, first i would like you to make an offer – tell me what you have to GIVE. “
hands fold in front of her, tone polite and conversational – as if she was not at the TOP of her manipulation potential. does he KNOW how close he is to her jaws closing around his neck in a metaphorical sense?
finally, those icy blue eyes are ripped from jen for but a moment as he refocuses on the gambler. a part of him is fully aware that he’s caught in her clutches, but he’s fallen so deeply that he can’t seem to care anymore. when he’s on the clock, when he has a manual to read and a list to follow--he can be persuasive. he can be confident. but here... where there is no manual, he finds himself completely lost. like a child.
why did jen ever want to come to a place like this...?
he returns to reality. at the question of what he has to offer, there’s a small pause. what does he really have to offer? he’s not exactly rich, doesn’t own any sort of business or capital. doesn’t even really have family. and then it dawns on him like heavenly revelation and the smile near breaks his face in half.
“well, i’m glad you asked! the ancient ones have blessed me, their prophet of sorts, with many things. for instance, freedom from the negative emotions constantly bombarding us! i could teach you how to reach true ascension, to escape the horrible feelings that make you feel unsafe. and then you’ll have access to unimaginable riches!”
Needed to draw some Camp Camp fanart and what better way to start out than to draw my favorite cultists!
nonludum.
the expression change upon his face is CONCERNING to say the least. she has seen it happen before – the moment when someone decides to make such a decision. celestia is no STRANGER to violence. she is not so FOOLISH as to believe that his distressed state will make him less of a threat. in fact it could be WORSE that he seems to be flipping like this.
a pale hand slips into the hidden pocket of her skirt to pull out her own knife – holding it between the two of them as a THREAT while her face darkens into one of rage.
“ don’t take another fucking step, creep. you’re not the only one with a KNIFE. “
the young woman is unsuccessful in her attempt to frighten him. no, in fact, he thinks he just LIKES her now. the grin wide on his face splits him, fragments him like his broken, broken psyche. he doesn’t want to die. no, of course not. but is he scared?
... no. that’s not what it is either. adrenaline quickens his pulse. he wants to live, but he’s unafraid of death. such is spirituality, a frenzied belief in powers unknown, a certainty that he, a holy man, will be protected from all evil.
“ohh... so that’s how you’re going to play, huh? what do you want, for me to back off? oh, i can back off, alright...” what is he saying at this point? even he doesn’t know. all he knows is that he feels bad, and that this woman is the cause. “try and stab me. just try. i know the ancient ones will protect me.”
he doesn’t even need the knife tbh
knitstars.
“ wellll no….but he could definitely win one! ” she hasn’t heard of any friendliest pig competitions, but now she’s making a mental note to herself to search for one later. or maybe she’d just make an award for him herself, he absolutely deserved it!
“yep, definitely.” the overenthusiastic words slip from daniel’s lips easily, near-effortlessly. the skin of work has now stretched over that exhausted look on his face, the irritation washing away in favour of something artificially sweet. “and hey, once he wins the award, you’ll have to throw an after-party, right? i could help with that!”
// howdy howdy have a happy max monday
What was your childhood like, Daniel?
this earns the asker a SNORT, bright blue eyes rolling as if this question is the most ridiculous thing he’s ever heard. and to be fair, it is. childhood is of little importance to the man who snatches it away for a living. his whole life is dedicated to the cult now, so what’s the use in reflecting on the past?
if he tries, really tries, he can recall images of a suburban house. maybe even a family. but he doesn’t keep in contact with those thoughts, dismissed them almost entirely as delusion. his only family now is tied to the cult, the people that are always there for him. the boy who twitches and cries, the one with a sense of foreboding and doom writ in the blue veins that protrude under pale skin, the one who screams and rips his hair out at night–that boy is gone. erased. completely forgotten. cured.
“i don’t know. average, if i had to summarize.”
More Daniel because I love him (reupload because I noticed a mistake and couldn’t live with that knowledge without fixing it)
nonludum.
“ look closer mon amie. “
it slips out easily – the soothing and MISLEADING words intended to twist his thoughts as she sees fit. there is no HESITATION in manipulating a perfect stranger, and it means NOTHING to her. no, her singular reasoning is that she has had a rather BORING night, filled with the usual kind of games. it is not so OFTEN that a mouse falls right into her lap. and so she leans in closer, that smile still upon her lips.
“ she is WINNING right now. i don’t need to even see her prize money or her hands to know that. it is ALL because of how tense he looks, how ANGRY. if i had to wager a bet she will win and he will corner you in the ALLEY. “
a small hum leaves her lips as she sits back just a BIT in her seat, that posture still perfect as she rests a hand upon the table to tap that ring upon the wood with a small and INTIMIDATING series of clicks, smile that never reaches her eyes widening as she remains fixated upon him.
“ i have dealt with him MANY times – he once cornered me in that same alley and wound up in the hospital. if you have something INTERESTING to offer me, i might be able to ensure your safe passage from here. is this a gamble you wish to take? “
daniel, a man who prides himself on his intelligence, is caught HOOK, LINE AND SINKER. when it comes to jen, his guiding light, his shining star, he is surprisingly vulnerable. he would do anything to protect her.
why? he could ask, but he doesn’t. he never does. he never questions why this girl is so important to him, why he worries so much about her, why his eyes always find her in the crowd. those blue eyes are fixed on her now, ignorant of celestia sitting like a smug feline in her chair. ( how foolish of him not to watch the predator as she pounces. )
does he have anything to offer her? his only asset is the cult. the cult is his life. the cult is all he has. the cult... and jen. “anything,” he says absently, not realizing his mistake as fixated as he is on the blonde girl with the smile plastered on her face. his love for her must be against cult doctrine as well. he’s certainly thought it from time to time, but he never considers it. to leave jen behind is to leave his life.
no, wait. that’s the cult.
no, it’s...
“i’ll take the gamble.”
Headcanon that Jen loves strawberry champagne and she has an iron liver
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went to the microsoft store again and left my mark
