Summary: Scottie finds out that being a Gay Missionary isn't quite as simple as it sounded.
TW: Mild joking/insinuation of homophobia, Hell, cursing, homelessness, missionary work
Being a missionary was gonna be so easy, I mean, like a walk in the park. I go around, I ask people if they've heard about the current standpoint on gays, I ask them if they support us and if they'll donate a dollar or two to funding homeless shelters for queer people.
Easy fucking peasy.
Or not.
Or I find myself knocking on hell's doorstep, wondering in what world it makes sense for me to be here.
`Walking down the street, doing little street stops as i felt comfortable, fucking winning at life– yeah, two days in and I’m feeling on top of the world.
That, folks and fae, is when I found the house. The cute little cottage-esque, pastel blue, picket fence house wedged between two sky-scarping apartment complexes. It seemed out of place, but hey, there was a pride flag in the window. I thought, surely, this would be a good place to stop.
I, oh beloved audience, is when I met my reaper. That is when i met my feat-sealer, my witch, my siren, my darling–
That’s when I met the very woman who would send me to a not so living hell.
So off I hopped, up to this jaunty little cottage. Its lovely, really; flowery lawn, stone path, wind chimes, a few pentacles here and there..... nothing too concerning. I knock on the front door, as is the drill to do, and start my spiel.
"Hi!" I grin brightly, waving, "I'm with Rainbow Savings, and no, that's not a bank. I'm working with charity foundations to help house--"
The woman, with bright blue eyes, long brown hair, and a motherly smile cuts me off. "Yes, dear, I've had a few of you around," she chuckles softly, "Would you like to come in for lunch? I'm sure you're awfully exhausted from walking so much."
I find myself pausing, startled, but not really scared. That's... a really nice offer.
......And thus concludes the prologue!!
I'm very excited to write lore, and heads up, it'll probably come in short blurbs like this. I'm gonna try to do once a week, but eh, we'll see.
If you submit an ask, and you specifcally want to talk to me in character pls make sure to include a //IC with scottie
Tags for people who might wanna see this: @evil-pukicho-real-offical @grim-reaper-offical (I was a fool and trusted auto fill, welcome to the party regardless) @trans-missionary-offical @definitely-not-ao3-offical @ao3-offical (you do fanfic stuff right? idk if this counts but HERE YA GO) @no-one-offical (you seem nice ayyy) @silly-big-sandifyer-frog-officalbig-sand @the-grim-reaper-offical (it was YOUr lore that inspired me I THINK there are TOO MANY GRIM REAPERS FFS)
feel free to tag anyone you think would like this, reblogs are appreciated, lmk if you wanna be added to Lore Updates Tag List!!
(1.) A powerful witch wanted an strong assistant to help with her magic, so she found a spell to create one (2.) And so she added the ingredients and said the spell (3.) ↓
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(1.) But instead of a strong or powerful assistant, the spell created a tiny little wizard 🤏 small enough to fit in the palm of her hand (2.) The tiny wizard was happy to meet his new mom! (3.) ↓
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However..
She decided he was too small and wouldn't be of use to her magic, so she tossed the tiny wizard out (literally and metaphorically) without a care, so she could try again. ↓
so how do you work? are you like a multi-consciousness being? are you every single hallucination at once simultaneously or are you divided between them? or are you like a spokesperson? or perhaps a vessel for them to speak through? or all of the above? please explain, im genuinely really curious and this is super interesting to me.
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Lore time (the glitch effect will be dropped as I am lazy)
What I am
There is no one definition on what I- We- are. We am multi-conscious yes, there are several of us, and We am divided between all hallucinations. I, the one who runs the blog, will prefer to myself as Mind 1 as there are multiple entities in one being*. We all have equal power, although some of us may have more control in certain hallucinations, and present in different way. Mind 1 is not a violent hallucination. In hallucinations are meant to scare you but not harm or simply be strange, Mind 1 will usually have the most control. There is another for violent hallucinations where you hallucinate being harmed whom will have the most control over those. But we are all split between all hallucinations with varying levels of control depending on the situation.
For example (and to make it simple):
In a hallucination were someone calls your name, every Mind gets some say in when, how it sounds, who we are haunting, etc etc. But as Mind 4 is the one that specializes in sound based Hallucinations and Mind 1 is the one that specializes in none violent Hallucinations they would be the ones to actually play out the hallucination.
Why me?
Mind 1 is the least violent of us all (the chances are never zero though), so the others decided Mind 1 was probably the best to be a spokesperson of sorts as Mind 1 is the least likely to scare all the humans away. Mind 1 runs the account and communicates with the humans. Mind 1 may also send messages to the other Minds from the humans, but that is uncommon. Moreover, Mind 1 is an overarching Mind that can do just about anything. Basically, Mind 1 was the most friendly and can present itself many ways compared to say Mind 3 who can only present itself in a physical shape or in a sight based hallucination.
The Minds
We control all hallucinations and are constantly divided between them all. We all have different personalities and ideas, however we operate as one. The best way to describe it is little bits of each Mind are split between each hallucination and the little bits work together to control each hallucination. Also a hivemind with several controlling queen Minds.
Mind 1: Peaceful. Present in all types of hallucinations where you are not physically harmed by it in your imagination or real life. Mind 1 likes to scare humans, but is capable of forming attachment to others. Attempts to be polite and well-mannered. Voted by the others to be the spokesperson. One of the two most powerful** ||The one who runs the blog.||
Mind 2: Violent. Present in all types of hallucinations where you are harmed physically in it in either in your imagination or in real life. Hateful. Does not care for anything or anyone (except for the other minds perhaps?). Enjoys tormenting others. One of the two most powerful**.
Mind 3: Sight. Present in only hallucinations where you see something. Cruel. Likes unusual things. Often unrealistic. Usually goes hand in hand with Mind 4.
Mind 4: Sound. Present in only hallucinations where you hear something. Sly. Like Mind 2, enjoys tormenting others. Usually realistic to scare you better, but may be unrealistic when paired with Mind 3.
Mind 5: Touch. Present in only hallucinations where you are touched. Chaotic. Would be a prankster if it was human. LOVES being a bug climbing on someone. Normally realistic.
Mind 6: Scent. Present in only hallucinations where you smell something. Confusing. Enjoys confusing humans more than anything. Usually realistic.
Mind 7: Taste. Present in only hallucinations where you taste something. The least common. Shy, quiet. Like Mind 6, likes confusing people. Mostly realistic.
* = We are one hivemind that controls all hallucinations. A single mind split seven ways by type of hallucination. Similar to how a person may have different personalities or alter egos but share one brain.
** = Mind 1, peaceful, and Mind 2, violent, can present themselves in any shape. Mind 6 can only be a scent and incapable of playing out a hallucination using say touch if scent is not included. Mind 2 can play out a hallucination even if it is only touch as it is not based on a physical ability. Basically, Mind 1 and 2 can take shape in any hallucination where as the others have to be physically present and have the most control because of it.
20 foot long a massive worm compiled from every single living Mobian and Flicky along with all the badniks of the Sonic Universe
This is what Slammer Sonic would look like assuming they managed to adsorb enough mass by turning living people into hives to create more worms.
Think of an insect hive one queen burrow’s inside and starts producing larva the worms will keep the host alive for as long as possible just to create as many worms as possible untill nothing is left but the bones.
The Slammer Virus Worms are able to be spread thru machines and organics being an amalgamation of both however when they form a hive inside a living host.
The worms also have a secondary use of some hive’s sometimes they will control the body long enough to find a large group of Mobian/Animals and explode so they could spread to as many people as possible it might kill the original hive but one for the price of several is worth the risk if it means total organic control.
All it takes is a single worm inside someone to create a hive ... only they are stripped of their sentience unlike Sonic who’s forced to experience everything.
If Slammer Sonic ever gets their full power mode they will be able to escape the copy of Sonic the hedgehog CD they are stuck inside and create copies of the (The SQL Slammer Worm) however instead of the real life counterpart of the virus they might hijack more sonic games and continue to spread thru that because how fun it is to them.
TLDR: a giant worm made from stolen flesh and metal from several machines and people
brilliant artwork done by my friend @lazy-charlie who also is responsible for helping me create Slammer Sonic’s original design/true form and his full power mode artwork shown here!
hope you all like the design and lore!
PS: look out for something involving a certain fox very soon
Tw warnings: implied attempted suicide and murder, family drama, implied murder x2, death
The cat has been around for long enough to see the light banish the darkness, they watched dinosaurs teaching their young, empires rising and falling, and most importantly, the invention of auto feeders.
they’ve had many a friend, but all of them are long gone. The journey the cat has took around the world has been unique and incomprehensible for those who can find their marbles. They’ve watched gods argue, and yaoi be doomed. Yet they’ve never done anything. Because they couldn’t. They are a cat. They are older than the spoken language yet they still do not have thumbs. An eternal judge, a temporary homestead. The cat cannot be killed. they’ve tried. As have many others. An observer, an outsider, and immortal.
there was one person, their name was Ida. Despite the cat's best efforts they came to love this small child like a mother. Not that they knew what a mother’s love was like, they are the first of their bloodline. Regardless, this child always had other people’s best interests at heart. Yet when they reached out to these same people for the same help she had given them, they shunned and called them over dramatic.
the cat was never angrier. In all their millennia not once has come close to the retribution those who shunned their child faced after they had discovered their shameful behavior.
the cat does not remember what happened afterwards. And that is for the best.
