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[thesickening]

@mcdcat sent . . .

"Your not going mad just yet. Get up Dude."

[ dude ]

He groans. No, Dude does not want to get up. He's tired of dealing with constant bullshit thrown his way, and he's currently ' happy ' with the ground. ( Or as happy as he'll ever be. )

❝ I think you're a little late, bucko. I went mad long ago. ❞ a beat. ❝ Oh, and I'm fucking pissed off. ❞

[unholykeyblader]

@mcdcat continued from here

"I know," Vani replied casually, unruffled as ever. He hadn't blinked when the cat came up and started talking to him; he'd been through way too much to be disturbed or surprised by talking animals. Even animals that seemed like they might possess some kind of shapeshifting or polymorphing abilities. "I've met Elves--the kind that don't die naturally if not killed. And even if they're killed, they come back to life, eventually. Unless they lose their taste for living; they can choose to stay in the Halls of the Dead if they want. But the world eventually is gonna end, and everyone's gotta leave the Halls eventually--nothing lasts forever, not even ennui."

The vanishing and reappearing on his shoulder didn't make Vani flinch so much as...upticked his caution a little. He himself was made of Darkness, and could pull similar tricks at will. But stacking up multiple abilities like that in the same person--shapeshifting, teleporting, etc.--that was rare. There was always the possibility he was speaking with a god, or some kind of fae creature. Both of which, Vanitas had learned from bitter experience, could be capricious, sometimes to the point of outright malevolence. He was sure the cat wouldn't be offended by the tension that bunched up between his shoulders.

"...Yyyyeah?" It was, factually, hard to keep track of how many versions of Vanitas had fallen apart. How many had died shortly after they were created--either the connection to Sora's Heart through Ven was never made, or it was not enough to sustain them. How many had followed through with Xehanort's plans and made themselves into a living X-Blade--or how many had killed themselves trying. Or, worse, how many had been plucked from the timestream by Xehanort's machinations and consumed by Xehanort's will, their own will subverted as they were turned into one of his True Organization. Vani did not like to think about any of those possibilities, but especially not that last one. Nevertheless, he had to acknowledge that this sort of shit happened a lot to versions of him. Yeah, it was hard to keep track. He side-eyed the cat on his shoulder, not sure where the creature was going with this.

He didn't really have anything to say to the cat's admission of being gay; he understood that feeling. Vani had just made that comment of I'm not available as a knee-jerk reaction more than anything. From the word go, something had tickled in the back of Van's mind that this cat wasn't necessarily a cat. Something about his scent; something he wasn't sure he wanted to fully examine.

But the creature's warning made Vani's hackles go all the way up. It wasn't the cat he was scared of--it was what he was hinting at. That very same fear lingered in the back of Vani's mind at all times--but especially when he was lost in the Corridors. Or wandering unknown parts of the Multiverse. Or when he had the misfortune to need to take a shortcut through the Realm of Darkness.

His heartbeat stuttered in fear, a thousand world-ending scenarios flashing through his mind.

"...I'm gonna need you to elaborate on that. I already know that there's someone--I'm guessing you know damn well what the Master's name is--that would control me if he could. He made me, and he's used to the things he makes or influences following his orders."

"If it comes to that, I won't know if running or fighting is the best course of action until I'm in the moment. But I need you to give it to me straight."

"Is he coming for me? Right now?"

[livingcontrivance]

@mcdcat // continued from; the cat that just walked in ~ 🐈‍⬛🫨

From what his ears could gleam, the stranger spoke of a feline -- figuratively, he assumed -- but the thought's a shaky one. The sort that would cause a man that's already suspicious of the entire world around him to add one more glaringly obvious warning sign to the list.

"Because you do not live here--" Despite everything, Fantomex attempts to answer, only to be interrupted by the sharing of a moniker. This alone isn't sufficient enough to shake his composure, but the added flourish of a formal bow that accompanies it manages to do the trick as he slides back a step, icy blue hues clashing with emerald.

Though it felt... wrong.

"What you have deemed to be stolen is merely... borrowed, my friend." Taken out on a long-term lone that the thief has... no intentions of returning, ever. Whilst responding had come easy to the man, as simple as pretending to breathe, in fact, what wasn't shown was the fact that Cheshuur's words cut to the heart of a matter that he never dared to ponder. That such a lawbreaking exercise was, as predicted, covering for something else.

Little more than a poorly applied bandage, over a wound that continued to fester.

"Could it be that you are too curious for your own good?" To accentuate his point, Fantomex drags the gun away from the other's grasp abruptly, skipping over the question of filling a void to issue a correction. "Guest? Do you forget who's residence you are intruding upon, chat? I am no guest of yours."

[blckfckinmsk-archive]

"Would you ever-"

That's it. Nothing else was said.

───────  ·  ·     ⨟ "I can't answer a non existent question."

[nuin-giliath]

"Oh Melkor Oh Melkor~ a beautiful fave to evil. How far will you go to achieve the lands for yourself? The sillmerillion most certainly are the key. Or perhaps..not. Who can tell but time."

Melkor never suffered an insolent tongue unless there was something in it for him, and today he was bored, so he leashed his wrath and amused, elbow on his knee as the Vala's imposing form leaned in.

A low chuckle echoed from his chest and when he spoke, his voice was like subterranean thunder. "I seek no handful of dirt, and whomever told you that has gravely misguided you. Nor are the Silmarils keys, they are mirrors, and do not speak to me of time, kitten. Time is the echo of my first discourse. I am its source and not its servant."

The wind started howling with the voices of the ones silenced forever within the obsidian walls as Melkor moved his hand to rake his fingers though the cat's fur. "When the last star dims and this world unmade, do not come to me with your whiskers singed and admit that every question you mutter already held my name in answer."

[papabigtoes]

Heyyyyy its Yume Mandy. Someone I'm in telegram with just nao was like hey isn't Sal Falconbeck that guy you're FO and I said um yes obviously, and they said well he's on c ai. And I was confused like no a guy on ao3 made him? But they sent me a link and someone named medivigor made a bot of him and its public on their, idk if this person is using your writing or just the NAME but either way did you approve this? I know you said you don't want your art used for fartificial intelligas so I thot maybe it was behind your back 🤢🤮☹ please protect my baby from this evil hell HE DOESN'T DESERVE THIS!! SAL DOESN'T WANT PEOPLE PRETENDING THEY'RE HIM!! 😡🤬🤬😡☠🗣⚰⚰

Hiya Mandy!

Medivigor had brought it to my attention before, but I thought it was a private, self-indulgent thing. I thought they just shaped a random bot and talked to it to try to get their own version out of it?

That being said, a friend looked it up and I’m afraid they did in fact put my work into it;

which is a real shame. This is from chapter 3 of planet pissed, where he’s reading a newspaper and wears glasses at a random bar;

And Ch. 4 as well;

I do not approve of people using my text or art to shape ai. It’s insulting.

Thank you for bringing this to my attention, Mandy! Feel free to chat in dms if you want - I won’t bite (unless I’m prodded!)

[kingrammer]

CHESUUR 𝙰𝙳𝙳𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝚄𝙶 𝚁𝙴𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃 : "Aren't you alright curious being? A fellow god? Or a glitch~?"

❝  I  -  I'm  NO  GOD  .  -  Or  𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇  .  ❞  Though  inconveniently  his  hands  decided  to  spasm  there  &  then  .  It's  not  a  glitch  .  Just  a  tick  .  𝐍𝐎𝐓  𝐀  𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇  .  He  wasn't  .  That's  not  who  he  is  .  He  may  not  know  entirely  who  he  is  anymore  but  he  knows  he  is  not  that  .

❝  Why  ,  I  am  𝐀  𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆  .  ❞  So  many  years  of  larping  had  gone  to  his  head  ,  often  he  generally  could  believe  it  .  ❝-  I'M   SORRY  did  you  say  you  were  a  GOD  ?  ❞  Oh  gracious  ,  should  he  bow  ? 

He  bows  .  ❝  GOD  of  what  ?  ❞  It  wasn't  rude  he  generally  doesn't  know  who  the  other  being / @mcdcat  is  .

[fcllederage]

"Work it gorgeous!"

Hyacinthe's eyebrow raised at the stranger's voice. She turned around on her heels but did not recognize the voice's owner. "Excuse me, you are?"

@mcdcat