Obsess to impress: Games Workshop on limiting the Emperor's Children.
This is a very interesting perspective, as it both explains, why EC are often written very one-dimensional in any official novel/codex/text and it gives (tentatively) freedom to all the fans to add any kind of obsessive behaviour and all kinds of excess to their characters.
GW hands the EC to us and it's our responsibility to be irresponsible.
Don't mind if I do!
Well, I am mostly very tame with it. I, too, think they should channel their excess into artful fighting, dancing, killing, singing and artsy-fartsy stuff.
But the angsty perspective ("fear of not getting something") is a fundemental part of this sex, kill, drugs and rock'nroll lifestyle.
Information on Black Hat's clones as provided in Flug's Logbook (Dem's Diary)
I wanted to provide an english translation of some information provided to us by Demencia, you're welcome english speaking Villainous fans !
BLACK HAT #02:
He is almost identical to the original Black Hat. But for some reason, he doesn't have his powers. However, his murderous nature, his intense rage, his booming voice, and the malice of the original are all intact—or should I say, were? Not long ago, Black Hat (the original) used him to test a new weapon in front of a client and turned him into stone. If anyone knows where I can find that statue, let me know; I need it for... my art collection. Yes, that's it.
BLACK HAT MONSTER:
This Black Hat is a real beast... No, seriously, he's a 4-meter-tall savage monster with huge, drooling fangs and a wild, crazed look in his eyes. Aww, he's so cute!
BLACK HAT SILLY (better known as "Earl"):
This Black Hat is tiny and silly, but he is very sweet. We named him “Earl” because that’s what it said on a tag in his pocket. I think the Black Hat monster created him with the evil ray. His current location is unknown.
BLACK HOT
OOOH!! What can I say about Black Hot?! He is a magnificent specimen with the most sculpted, Herculean, solid, oiled-up body—and a body not just of six, but of eight packs. Without a doubt, he is one of the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life.
This is the complete lore page for my AU. I have spent a lot of time on it. I hope you enjoy reading just as much as I enjoyed writing it! Be warned, there are likely some typos, don’t worry, I’m still working on it, this is not set in stone yet! I’m also still working on this cover art…
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__Verdict__
-The Human Anti-Venom-
Verdict is an AU of Undertale’s “classic” sans. But early in his story, he was stripped of everything that made him the lovable, lazy, iconic, comic sans we all know, by twisted beings (not)known as angels. Who have an even more twisted version of perfection.
World
He was originally sans, to a tee. His universe was parallel to the “Classic” one. But with one key difference: this specific timeline he lived in, starts thousands of years earlier than even the original. His timelines main events were set into motion thousands of years before the others as well. And the main human falls, and becomes consistently genocidal. The entire underground then endures countless resets, all of which none remember, aside from the usual exceptions.
Origin
-How Sans Reached his VERDICT-
It was a beautiful day outside, birds were singing, flowers were blooming, but on days like those, kids like them, were finally going to burn in hell. And so they did. Sans lands a blow, no different from any other, yet, the human's determination fails. And the human dies permanently. Sans waits patiently for the reset to come like usual. *But Nobody Came*. He realizes what he's done. He is utterly devastated at the realization that he just killed the only hope every monster had to see the light of day again. He did win, but still lost everything.
But soon after, the Angels descended onto him. They saw a perfect judge who sacrificed everything for justice. They physically ripped out his soul, and purged it of his flaws, or rather his coping mechanisms. His apathy, his nihilism, and something else they didn't care if they accidentally removed it or not. With the lack of the ability to ignore any emotions anymore, he has no other choice but to care for everything. But rather than collapse and cry under this new weight; it becomes an immense drive to fix this outcome from every other timeline. That day he takes on the indefinite burden of killing every human across all space and time. To give all other monsters the lazy, carefree life, free of human oppression. The life he can no longer live. That was 6,000 years ago.
Appearance
Same general bone structure as classic sans. His pupils are a golden color rather than the usual white of sans. Has a large s-shaped crack running down from his forehead, through his right socket, down to his chin. He dons a white, semi reflective jacket featuring a stiff cowl style hood and grey, fleece lining. He wears black, tactical pants, and tactical hybrid boots.
Soul
Required section since his soul is very abnormal for a monster. Typically monster souls are white, but Verdict's soul is only half of what you'd expect. Most of it is gilded, as a consequence of the original purge,and the use of the angel's magic. He willingly continued to affect his soul, he didn't care what happened to it visually. A trivial matter to him.
Personality(Pseudo)
Like a Veteran Sans. Who still is the same humorous skeleton even after the amount of battles, and horrors he's seen. Has a more sparse sense of humor than normal sans, but is present. Whenever he meets a new person, he will refer to them as a temporary, and humorous alias based on the first impression until they introduce themselves properly. Somewhat naggy about formals. He gets annoyed when you ask for his name without telling him yours. Can become obsessively devoted to completing a task.
Personality(True)
With the lack of the ability to turn or moderate any of his emotions, he constantly feels all of them at full blast all at once. This, over years, led to him becoming tolerant to them. They lost all their meanings. So now he doesn't feel most of them at all. He feels an utter lack of any specific common emotion. As if all the emotions now balance out to zero. He feels none of what he shows, means nothing of what he says involving feelings. Every action and choice is a result of logic, because he cannot rely on his emotions.. He desperately wants to tune out his emotions again. So he is able to feel just one emotion at a time. When he kills a human, he gets a feeling that's more primal than joy; bloodlust. A feeling rather than emotion, that generally makes him feel good. Because it is not one of the emotions that bombards him, and it cuts through the white noise that is his inner state. No humor, might never even say a word when he's not using his mask to hide behind. On the rare occasion that his mask fails, or he is unable to respond with his immaculate mask. Then the crack in his skull can leak grey liquid, subtly, but it does happen. However, there are some exceptions, that cut through on occasion, but that is a very specific kind of emotion. Examples include rage, like when you call him lazy or sans, and one other: Love. Which is the rarest emotion for him.
Personality Consistencies:
Across both of his separate personalities. He shares one major trigger. If you EVER call him lazy, or even subtly imply that: you're going to have the worst time. He is instantly triggered by this. He hates the “L” word deeply. He swore he abandoned that meaning. He will also get mad if you call him Sans at all too. He is not Sans. He is Verdict. This is one of the few things that make him feel more intense emotion than the noise.
Likes:
-Order
-Oragnisation
-Cleanliness
-Productiveness
-Ketchup
-Quantum Science and Mathematics
-Meeting AUs of people he once held dear
-White, it is the only color on the spectrum that carries no emotional weight for him. That's why he wears a white jacket.
Dislikes:
-Disorder
-Disorgnisation
-Messes, especially those that ruin his own effort
-Lazyness
-Drinking Ketchup
-All Humanity(Loaths unconditionally)
-Angels
-Sans
-Every other color, each one tied to a specific emotion he wish he couldn't feel
Hobbies:
-Maintaining his vacant timeline, especially his “monument hall”
-Study of quantum mechanics
-Studying angel magic.
-Training
-Hunting Humans
The Monument Hall:
He repurposed the entire Judgment Hall to honor the fallen monsters of his timeline. Immortalizing their names in stone. The hall is now lined with stone monuments with epitaphs labeling a fond nickname. This hall also includes a monument labeled “Sans, The Naive bonehead”, right beside Papyrus’s.. His jacket also lays atop this monument. He cares for this sacred place above all else of the vacant underground. And he sanctions it as a very personal place he refuses to let just anyone in. But of course that also applies to his very timeline itself.
Goal:
He is determined to travel to every AU and every timeline. Sparing not a single human under his watch. He believes his actions as ultimate justice, for every life lost to these parasites. He won't rest until he creates his version of a Paradise. Free of humans.
Powers, Abilities, & Skills
Judgment Pikes:
His primary method is attack. They are golden tinged bones, ending in pike like tips. And all along the haft are evenly spaced spikes that line on each side of the axis. Can be conjured at will, without any gesture. Projectiles launched at high velocity. Also has its Blue and Orange variants.
Lux Ensiforms:
Pearl white blades that have golden lines through their design. Can range from small to large, large being around the same height Verdict is. Small being held like a knife or dagger. These ensiformes are curved blades similar to through blades or “boomerangs”. However they can also simply take any blade shape desired. They can be conjured and conjured at will. Aerial path and velocity is directly controllable. Can also be used as a melee weapon.
Purge Blasters:
His Secondary weapon. A large dragon-like skull, but with a slightly beaked or avian mouth. It fires a brilliant beam of light that is of searing heat. Are among his more destructive attacks, and use them sparingly on normal occasions. Not because they cost him much but because they are not necessary.
Radial Gravity manipulation:
As his primary utility, it gets used often. Can be used to a 400FT by 400FT radius centered on wherever he is oriented. He can change gravity in the entire area, or just small sections if he wants. Can change the flow and pull of it with these areas by up to 11 times. This also includes negatives.
Long Cuts:
A revamped version of Sans shortcuts, but these are heavily trained, and can transport him immense distances.
Precognition:
Can see up to one second into the future at a given time. But it will fail if focus is lost.
Dread Domain:
Any being with LV can be automatically inflicted with KR if he is within 50FT of him.
Temporal Negation:
Can shrug off resets and all time related afflictions. He exists outside of those rules.
DT Shredder:
Every attack is loaded with this. Each hit shreds through determination. To prevent the humans resets. This can also simply be applied to one's will, or raw forms of determination. Thus can be potent enough to diminish will to fight, and even to live.
Divine Instruments:
These are his all time strongest weapons. Used only if totally necessary. Most hold the power to destroy the entire universe or timelines.
Rapture:
Rends a massive tear into space itself, this tear is linked directly to the angels' world. The angels pout out of it, and are at his will. Some conditions from the angel's world also radiate through as a consequence. This can include harsh radiant winds, And rain of sharp, metallic feathers,
The All Seeing Eye:
Uses the framework of the angels omnipresent nature to open a “third eye”, allowing him to gaze upon any where in space he likes, this ability has no known limitation besides the confines of the multiverse. Cannot see in 4 dimensions.
Additional Forms:
Hemitheoi:
By integrating his own supply of divine divine magic into his soul, he achieves a semi divine form, gaining a single wing, and his soul is not greatly altered. It bolsters his magic's power and utility. He used this form to kill the archangel.
Seraphim:
Fully integrates the Arch Angels magic into his soul. Altering not only his body but also his soul. The soul becomes fully and thoroughly golden, his eyes become a brilliant aether blue, he gains wings, and even his clothing is affected. This form was acquired from killing the Archangel and absorbing its soul. This form greatly alters his attacks, allowing him to completely use the full scope of the archangels power.
History Brief:
Year 0:
The “Lucky Shot” event takes place. Angels Descend leaving him stripped of his coping ability, and more determination that any sans has ever felt.
Year 1:
He begins to erect the “Monument hall”.
Years 1-20:
He resigns himself to deep study, in the labs, and in physical training. In this time he cracks the source code of space and time, the work he and Gaster had been working on until he was erased. Allowing for a major boost to his special and temporal abilities. Including new immunity to the afflictions of time anomalies. He also greatly increases his physical abilities by training for the first time in his life. As well as dipping his finger into the angel's magic he found in his soul. Reverse engineering it to fit himself. THe monument is also completed before the end of these years.
Year 21:
The day he finally leaves his timeline, and ventures into another one, with the goal of killing the human before they can leave those ruins fully. In that battle he was very anxious, but he managed to kill the human, and this time, they didn't reset. He is ecstatic of his second victory.
Years 21-6,000:
After he learns to hunt the humans easily, it's all work from there. A large tineskip where he mainly has the routine of hunting the humans, and maintaining his timeline. He gets immensely stronger over these battles. Becoming masterful in dexterity and general combat.
Year 6,001:
This is where the very first chapters will take place. When his main arc truly begins, when he begins to realize the scope of what his “Lucky shot" event causes to the multiverse, starting with Luci.
Year 99
He gets fed up with the constant gaze of the angels from above. And he finally decided to try to do something about it. He attacks one. He fights the angel to an apparent stalemate, but ultimately loses and cannot win anyways. The battle concludes with the crack in his skull. This event also is a driving force to his numbness.
Year 100:
After so long of every emotion hitting him nonstop, they lost their meaning and he became numb to them. Now, it takes a lot for him to feel specific emotions. It is the moment that every decision becomes driven by pure logic.
Relationships:
Luciole(Valkyrie):
A Sans Au from FC!Undertale. She replaces sans in that universe. She is more like Undyne or Papyrus than Sans however. Being very bright, and energetic. Undyne and her were like sisters, and she was also trained by her. But when a rogue angel attacks her. Her body was permanently altered when the angel attempted possession. Verdict arrived in time to save her from greater harm. But she now is changed, has wings, and burns scars from the angels' attempted invasion. She also never regained her spark she once had. Feeling what she felt, knowing what she knows, she could never recover fully. She feels indebted to Verdict. And is determined to remain by his side. She makes him feel one of his rare emotions when she is around: Love. Because no matter how many times he pushed her away, she never stopped caring about him or trying to be around him. But they haven't pushed it farther than close friends yet, but each has the desire to, even if never said aloud.
Angels:
He despises the angels. But in a way, he accepts that they allowed him to even become more than Sans. But his feelings aren't complicated to them, he just hates them. The angels in this relationship are purely neutral, they only watch him, and never attack him directly. But they grew weary of him after he attacked one of them directly.
Scarlet opened her eyes to see a void, with a light in the center of whatever area she was in.
She followed the light, stopping when she stood right under it.
A voice spoke from the dark, “Hello, Scarlet. We’ve been awaiting your arrival.”
“…My arrival?” She tilted her head.
Five shadowy figures stepped into the light, they had no discernible features, only their white-crescent eyes and their permanent smiles.
The first spoke up, “…You and your siblings messed with the timeline. This isn’t where any of you belong. You have the chance of a lifetime, to make everything right.”
The second replies, “But, making everything right will cost you dearly.”
The third chirped, “We’ll explain the benefits and the…consequences.”
The fourth grinned, “Just sit back and let us talk.”
The fifth stepped forward, “We’re sure you’ll make the right choice.”
Scarlet hesitantly nodded. She felt like she had the weight of the world on her shoulders, which she probably did.
The first spoke, “If you reset this world, time goes on as it did before. The world’s events will happen all over again, but the same. You’ll remember the previous timeline the moment you are born again.”
The second frowned, “You’ll be back in the facility, and be saved when you’re six years old…you have to endure it for the sake of keeping the timeline safe.”
The third played with her hair, twirling the silky locks in their clawed fingers. “Your daddy will find you, but something will be different. He’ll actually take those sacrifices that he needs.”
The fourth added, “And your family will actually be happy…but you all will go through the same pain you went through tenfold.”
The fifth hummed, “and if you choose not to reset, you’ll be back to pain and suffering.”
They all spoke in unison: “YOUR CHOICE.”
Two buttons appeared in front of her, and she panicked. She felt like she was in a horror movie, exchanging suffering for suffering.
If she resets, her family goes through their trauma again, but worse.
If she keeps this timeline, Grim will die and the world will go to chaos.
She was shaking, her head spinning in every direction.
Her eyes locked onto the RESET button, “…everything will be ok in the end, right?”
The figures nodded.
It went silent.
Eerily silent.
“…I want a happy ending. I’m tired of suffering…I’m sure we’re all tired of suffering.”
She pressed the reset button.
( @coffee--spill @the-grim-reaper-offical @ashyd-shy and everyone else who’s in the lore bc idk who needs to see this)
Cuphead was bound in his bed. He wasn't talking. He wasn't moving. Just staring out into the horizon through the hospital window with his one good eye. The other eye was hidden beneath hair and bloody bandages. He couldn't cry. He couldn't speak. He couldn't feel anything. Nothing at all.
Mugman watched him closely from a chair beside the bed. Cuphead's breathing was still. But he was breathing. He never slept, not once. Mugman stared at him. He didn't mean to do it. He didn't mean to. He didn't even do it. He was forced. He had tried to take the parts. The gruesome crack that echoed through the streets that eerie dawn. The setting was like that of a liminal space. Mugman's mind raced.
Bendy Bbro-Cat.
The near murderer of Mugman's dear brother. The pain of having no control. The pain of shadows digging into his arms as he was forced to shoot. To shoot his brother in the head. The others weren't quick enough to stop it.
Stop. That all felt like a far memory now, but not with the slow recovery.
The time of the machine being built then powered on.
The horrible screech that echoed from his brother until he fell to his knees and went limp. That's when he stopped talking. That day haunted Mugman. The desperate scream of pain from his brother haunted Mugman. He felt so incredibly sick.
Why did this have to happen? Why did everything have to be this way? Mugman stood and exited the room before he could start crying. He headed out of the hospital. One day his brother will be fine.
Mugman glared down at his feet as he walked back to the house. His legs were as heavy as lead and felt as if they refused to hold his weight. But he pushed on. He had to.
Soon, Mugman arrived home. He headed inside to everyone eating dinner. Mugman smiled at the sight of his wife—Cala Maria. Eyes as deep as the ocean, glittering like the waves of the water in the sun.
A sharp pain shot through Mugman's head. Mugman froze and gripped the back of the couch. His mind raced. He gripped his head. So overwhelmed.
He felt so overwhelmed.
Understanding and any information that one would dream of having shot through his mind. Stop! Quit! Why… Why was this happening to him? He bit his lip until it bled, trying to muffle a scream of agony. He gripped his head. It hurt! it hurt! It made him want to rip his head apart. But then It calmed. He… could control it.
He stood straight and headed to the table. He sat down. It seemed there was some tension at the table. Cala was about to question the bleeding cut on his lip but Holly stood and yelled at Felix.
“NO! You fucking monster, I'm not stupid. I know you did it. I know you did! You AND Oswald killed him! You… THAT WAS MASSACRE! What would they do if they caught you!?” Holly cried out desperately. “YOU KILLED EVERYONE AT THAT ADOPTION AGENCY! You even murdered everyone in Paradise Hills!”
Felix stood and his glare silenced her. Not for a normal reason, no. It was because his eyes were glowing yellow. The feeling of bloodlust filled the room.
“SHUT UP! What the hell happened isn't any of your business! That is strictly to me and Oswald. WE will handle it! Not you!” Felix growled. His face twisted in an aggressive snarl. Felix had never…
“Dad!” Boris and Bendy cried out and Felix's eerie glare snapped to them. He calmed, his face softening into something apologetic. The glow from his eyes disappeared. Mugman, through the corner of his eye, caught something else fade. There was an ink machine rune engraved on his tail. He didn't comment on it.
Bendy spoke up. “Your eyes. They were glowing.” Felix froze at that.
“They were… what?” Felix's ears fell and he dashed out the front door. Everyone called out to him in alarm, but he ignored them. Bendy went after him.
Cala finally got to ask her question. “Mugman! Your lip is bleeding! What happened?!” She asked with concern in her big, beautiful eyes. Lying eyes. Wait. What? What was his mind doing!? Oh no, he couldn't handle having the rush happen again!
Cheater.
Liar.
Disgusting fish.
“I-" Cala's eyes widened. She seemed to freeze. Other toons at the table gasped at the question and her reaction. “NO! No! Not at all! Why would I do such a thing!?”
Cheater… with 20 other men? They'd only been married for three months! No! His mind was lying! No, he refused to believe it! Mugman glared at her. “Did you cheat on me? With twenty other men?” He asked without thinking. His mind speaking for itself.
Liar.
Mugman stood and walked off to his room. He wasn't hungry anyway. He fell onto his bed. Why did his life have to be such a way? He didn't need this! He was free… so why was everything still hell?
