#ndymon things

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☾ ☾ eyes emojis at my two faves, u kno who

Ndymon:

Pulse Of The Maggots by Slipknot

Scream by Avenged Sevenfold

Plajus:

Infected by Eyes Set To Kill

Down With The Sickness by Disturbed

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The names and descriptions of the 12 founding Brides.

I still need to finish two of them, and might add more in the future if I can come up with them.

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our evil son thats whos route i would pick tbh

We got a bunch of ‘Evil Sons’ around here, but I’ve only talked up Ndymon so I’m guessing they’re the one.

Details below~. They’re the secret bonus route. Or at least one of them.

The masquerade had taken a lot of work to finally. It was near impossible to get an invitation, and yet here you were. Rubbing elbows with the host’s Favoured Few. 

You weren’t a part of that number, though. In fact you had only ever heard of the host. But curiosity had gotten the better of you, and you’d be damned if you didn’t satisfy it. Although, looking around. Damnation might be the least of your worries.

A woman wearing a surgical mask had taken to one of the balconies lining the ball room. She clapped her hands together, loud enough to draw the whole crowd. It seemed like this was what everyone was waiting for. You cast a nervous look around you. Everyone’s eyes were on the balcony.

“Ladies. Gentlemen. Everyone in between. Your host, your patron. Ndymon Slnesh.”

And there they were. Stepping out onto the balcony and holding their arms out to the applause of the crowd. They seemed pleased by the turn out. 

“Welcome, all of you. Devoted of my faith. I ask you enjoy this evening, to it’s fullest. Anything you could desire will be available for you. And as is customary, I encourage you all. Enjoy yourselves to new heights.”

With that, they stepped away from the balcony. Presumably to mingle with the crowd.

You spent the rest of the evening trying your hardest to find them. Avoiding many of the other guests who seemed to be trying to invite you to... participate in things that would probably prove unpleasant. You only had one goal. To meet Ndymon.

But in the end, you left empty handed. You returned home exhausted, stripping off your eveningwear and mask. You were about to collapse into bed. But something had made a crumpling noise when you were getting changed. Checking your pocket, you find a letter that you do not remember getting.

Unfolding it, your heart skipped a beat. 

‘If you’re really so interested, if I am truly what your desires are centered on, then meet me at the enclosed address.’ The letter was signed with Ndymon’s symbol. 

You weren’t sure how, but it seemed they had taken note of you.

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Here’s some of the Expressions(tm) I cooked up for Ndymon. They’ll do well enough, I hope.

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gimmie a fun fact or two about ndymon and/or fraeri :3

Ndymon is hard to have fun facts for since they’re so... linear? 

- Ndymon plays favourites with their assassins to a ridiculous degree. It’s to the point that their flock of killers plot and scheme against each other for their favour. Ndymon, in fact, encourages this and will even spread rumors just so they can watch the aftermath

Fraeri has... a little more depth?

- While Fraeri is aromantic, she has on multiple occasions faked a relationship just to get closer to a target. She’s really good at acting, to the point where said targets genuinely believe they’re in a relationship with her.

- Fraeri starred in a couple major theater productions when she was younger, and never had her current profession in mind when she was scouted. She still gets offers to audition for parts in different productions, but her job is too time demanding and she isn’t able to. She always tries to attend the shows though.

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Skin, hair, my prince uwu

Skin: There is not a mark on them. Despite having been injured at times there’s not a single scar on Ndymon’s body. Their skin is perfectly smooth to the touch, to the point it’s almost unnatural. They always seem to be just the right temperature that whoever is touching them feels either warm or cool. Whichever would suit them better.

Hair: On a similar vein, their hair is reasonably perfect. Soft to the touch, immaculate, well cared for. They keep it short, and there’s nary a sign of hair elsewhere on their body besides their head. They do take great care to style it.

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👶 this feels cursed - ndy?? was ndymon ever a child????? sounds fake

... Well. At some point, yes. but there’s no real record of what they were like at the time. As far as anyone really knows, they just washed up on shore in a fishing village one day at about the age 10 sweeps. No one knows who they were, or where they were from before that.

However, you can easily imagine a handsome young boy with messy hair, bright eyes and a dashing smile.

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Gonna talk about Ndymon and Mirael's ancestor-descendant relationship for a bit.

The moment Ndy knew their descendant had hatched they had taken steps to get their hands on the wriggler, but this isn't unusual for the Chaos group. They all like to raise their kids themselves so they learn things properly.

Despite being their progenitor, Mirael has very little respect for Ndymon. They'll follow Ndy's orders, just to maintain bloodline hierarchy, but otherwise they do as they please and don't care what Ndymon thinks of it.

Ndymon put Mirael through all the training that their flock of assassins go through, which Mira found they actually enjoyed and took to like a bird to flight. Ndymon is a little loath to admit that their best assassin is their defiant child.

Mirael is actually more powerful than Ndymon in terms of powers and physical ability. They have chosen not to turn against Ndy because they grudgingly believe they could still learn from them. Plus if let's Mira have more time for 'fun'.

Ndymon finds the tone with which Mirael calls them Father annoying. They also havent been able to get Mira to stop.

Both of them embody two different names given to the god they derive from. The Prince of Pleasure defines Ndymon, while Mirael is a representation of She Who Thirsts.