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For that one prompts thing-y:

A: "I can‘t fucking stand you." B: "Then why are you standing so close?" A: "I… What?"

Whichever duo makes the most sense :3

Hi Plupps!!! ~\(≧▽≦)/~

I think honestly I'll do both, because neither sparked a full I suppose one-shot, but each did inspire drabbles! Dunno if either will be canon word for word but it's fun to think about these duos! :D

Prompt from this ask game!

Reaper and Alarik

"You think you're so much better than everyone else, but all you are is a shell of a man scraping to the top of the fight pillar, trying to avoid everyone below."

Reaper stalked forward, and for once Alarik had lost his characteristic smile. The raider captain stepped back, his back hitting the wall. he narrowed his eyes at her. "Isn't that what everyone does?" he spat. "It's how people survive, it—"

"No, this is the part where you shut your mouth, Crow!" Reaper yelled, and her voice echoed in the cell around them. She shoved against his shoulder and pinned him to the wall, half of her wishing she could do it with her sword instead. "Your mouth is the reason we're in here in the first place! If you'd just shut up, I wouldn't be separated from my friends! You wouldn't be separated from your crew! Do you not feel any guilt at all? About what you do, about how your actions affect people?!"

Reaper breathed heavily, glaring at him. He'd gone tense in her grasp, his eyes wide with a precise anger.

"Let go of me, Drifter," he said slowly, and his words were as sharp as a blade.

Reaper jabbed a finger in Alarik's chest, gritting her teeth. "Voids below, I can't stand you."

Alarik managed a half grin. "Then why are you standing so close?"

Both of them grunted as Reaper shoved against him, backing away. She turned, starting to pace once more. "I'm getting out of here," she spat, not looking back at him, "so just stay quiet, and stay out of my way."

Reaper and Galisa

"What is it you're trying to do here?" Reaper demanded. The front door of Phoebe's cottage fell shut behind her, and Galisa turned, frowning.

"Excuse me?" she asked, confused.

"You've been here for, what, a few days? And you've done nothing but order us all around," Reaper said. "You've done nothing but complain about how we do things, and how it's not like 'back home'. Not all of us have had the luxury of living in some fancy village, free from the dangers of the world!"

Galisa tensed, looking away. "I just—I'm not—I haven't meant to be bossy, I'm just—confused."

"What? Confused on how people can live like this?" Reaper narrowed her eyes. She scoffed. "Obviously. You can hardly hold a sword straight. Have you ever fought in your life?"

Galisa's expression hardened slightly. "I have!" she insisted.

"Clearly it didn't do you much good, did it?" Reaper walked towards her, and Galisa quickly backed away, looking up at her. Reaper leaned down slightly, meeting Galisa's bright blue eyes.

"You should be glad that the others are how they are," she said coldly, her voice low. "Because I can't stand people like you. People who order others around, because all it is is a mask; one hiding the fact that on their own? They're useless."

Galisa froze like a spider in torchlight, her eyes blowing wide open. Then she frowned, hugging herself as she stepped backwards. Reaper straightened again, watching her carefully, but Galisa didn't summon a weapon, or turn and run. She simply sighed shakily.

"If you can't stand me," she said quietly, "then maybe just stay as far from me as you'd like, Reaper."

The Taigan walked past her, giving her a wide berth. Reaper turned, watching the woman slip back inside the cottage, but she caught Galisa wiping at her eyes before she disappeared behind the door. Reaper frowned slightly, then scoffed and rolled her eyes, turning to face the forest.

What does she have to cry about? I'm right, Reaper thought. Villagers only knew the lives inside their community. They were the ones lucky enough to Awaken near one and get absorbed into their lifestyle, not having to worry about monsters and what they'd need to eat that night.

But in the same vein, that made them unlucky; because the moment they're shoved out of that life, they had no way to fend for themselves. They'll die repeatedly, all because they hadn't taken the time to learn how to actually survive in this world. They got too used to living in comfort.

Isn't that what you're doing, though? part of her asked. With the others, here, in Phoebe's cottage?

That was different. Reaper still knew her skills, both combat and survival. Nothing could make her forget those.

Reaper glanced back towards the door, remembering Galisa's tears. The others would probably worry about her, if they saw that. Then they'd ask Reaper about it. She sighed heavily—she really didn't feel like getting into another argument with Phoebe.

Might as well stay a bit longer, then, out in the night. Reaper stared up at the night sky, watching white clouds drift overhead, softly lit by the rising moon, starting its arc from west to east. She breathed deeply, and for a moment just let herself...be. A small ritual of sorts, if only to calm herself.

The moment passed, eventually, and Reaper turned, walking back to the cottage and slipping inside.

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Trick 👻or Treat 🍭?

🦇🐈‍⬛For the Writeblr Trick or Treat Event 🐈‍⬛🦇

You get a treat!! With it, I shall gift you a small oneshot from my and my partner's story 'Call of the Void', which is a Percy Jackson inspired story cranked to 11, following Ruby Darkshine, Ryan Gunther, and their allies as they try to take down a resurfacing enemy: the Agents of Chaos, and their associates. Very urban fantasy, with some more mature themes down the road.

This oneshot is between Ruby Darkshine, and the host of the body she shares, Sam Allen, as they talk about a sighting of robots belonging to an associate of the Agents of Chaos, and what it could mean for their future.

[More under the cut.]

“Eris’ ‘bots were out there, and we still don’t really know why.” Ruby said. “All we have is Gunther’s report of them ‘seeming to look for something’ before I jumped in.”

Ruby sat on one of the top bunks in the Flame of Water’s cabin in Sanctuary, her back to the wooden wall. The cabin’s walls were bordered with wave-depicting wallpaper, a fountain underneath a window on the back wall and the bunks all a shade of blue. She hadn’t been in it often, only a handful of times, but the night’s events had led her back to Sanctuary after three years of being gone. She hadn’t left yet purely because she was reserving her last teleport, waiting to restore her energy, and the fact that she and the man by the name Ryan Gunther had dragged the corpse of an Eris-Bot back to Sanctuary.

You also saw them alert something, Sam said. The image flashed through Ruby’s head: one of the robot’s screens mere inches away, moments before she stabbed through the glass with her knife, a red triangle with an exclamation point in the center glaring back at her. There’d been a loading bar underneath it, and some words she hadn’t glanced at well enough to remember now.

“Some good that did us,” Ruby said. She had her gaze glued to the guitar pick she flipped and twisted between her fingers. It was a bright red, with a darker shade of the color as lines that zipped across either side. A gift from Allen years ago, when things had been calm. “I didn’t even see what they alerted. Or maybe even… who.”

Sam went silent, but Ruby could feel the tension in it, hovering over her and threatening to suffocate them both. Ruby sighed, leaning forward with her arms draped on her knees, her legs dangling over the side of the bunk. “Look, Allen. I know you don’t like it. But what if she is back? We can’t afford to get blindsided by her.”

In Ruby’s head, Sam sighed deeply, and Ruby felt her almost settle back. For a moment it even felt like Sam was sitting next to her on the bunk. You’ve checked that penthouse building a million times over, Rubes, Sam said, and not once have you found anything in the past five years.

“But what if I’m right?” Ruby gripped her guitar pick. “What if I’ve been right, and I’ve just been looking at it all wrong?”

You don’t know if you are. Sam shook her head.

“Those robots don’t do shit without Eris’ orders, you know that,” Ruby said. “You should know that.”

Sam seemed to tense, before she sighed again, this time with a little more force. They could’ve been rogues, Sam said. Defects operating without orders.

“Defects that alerted something the moment they were attacked?” Ruby argued.

Do you have any better ideas? Sam demanded.

“Yes, I do!” Ruby snapped. “The one I’ve been telling you for years: that Eris is up to something, and always has been!”

Ruby waited for another response from Sam, but nothing came. But she could still feel Sam there, almost next to her, simmering in her silence. Ruby sighed forcefully, trying to push her anger aside, but while she was Sam spoke up.

You know why I don’t like the idea, right? Sam’s voice was quiet. Timid, but Ruby could still feel the anger bubbling underneath. Ruby didn’t answer for a moment, because she didn’t know. Well, she kind of knew. Eris was the one who’d made Allen’s life a living hell for seven years in a row, alongside Chaos. Of course she was going to be afraid of Eris coming back.

I’m not afraid. Sam’s voice made Ruby’s head snap up. Her voice was cold and bitter, and for a moment Ruby saw a flash of Sam Allen sitting on her right, the turquoise outline of the demiflame sitting with her knees tucked to her chest, her arms crossed over them. I mean, I am, but I’m more angry than afraid. We beat them. They disappear for five years, then have the audacity to come back?

Sam glared at the wall across the cabin, and Ruby looked back down at the guitar pick in her hand. She flipped it through her fingers, frowning slightly.

“Maybe you could use that,” Ruby said. “You’re angry at them coming back, so now we work harder to stop them for good this time.”

The last time I used my anger to fuel my drive to fight, things weren’t so great, Ruby. Sam’s voice turned quiet, hardened with bitterness and regret.

“Right,” Ruby said, then sighed. Part of her brain was still ticking away at another part that had been mentioned. If she was right– if Eris was coming back– then maybe some of her old associates were too.

Ruby made sure to block the thought from Sam, just in case. She was worried about enough as it was.

I have people to protect, Ruby, Sam said quietly. People that I care about.

Ruby’s gaze was shifted to the bunks opposite to the one she was on. Filling both the top and bottom bunks were Aisha and Adriam Khatri, twin demiflames of Water and younger half-siblings to Sam Allen. Both of them were seventeen now, but when Sam had first met them they’d only been seven years old, so small and freshly grieving the loss of their older half-brother, Levi Watson. Sam had eventually taken that place, protecting them like she hoped Levi would have, using the Blade of Tides she sometimes felt he deserved instead of her.

Ruby had only interacted with the twins a few times. They, alongside the few other demiflames in Sanctuary and the Flames of Protection and Hospitality, were some of the few people who knew what Ruby truly was: an extension of Sam. It’d been Sam’s choice to tell them. They were her family.

I can’t lose anyone else to those bastards. Desperation slipped into Sam’s voice. I can’t.

“And you won’t,” Ruby said. Allen had already lost someone before. Looking at the twins, Ruby knew how much they meant to Sam. “I’m going to make sure you won’t.”

Ruby hopped down from the bunk with a soft thud on the hardwood floor. “I’m going to check on Gunther’s progress,” she told Sam. “Then, I’ll check the penthouse one more time. If Eris is back, I plan to take this fight right to her, before she can get the drop on us.”

Ruby walked towards the door and slipped it open, and as she did Sam sighed softly. Alright, she said. Just… be careful.

“Careful’s practically my middle name,” Ruby said.

You don’t have a middle name, Rubes. And that’d be a very poor choice for one. Sam laughed slightly, and Ruby felt herself smile faintly. Sam hadn’t laughed in a while, and even Ruby knew she deserved it more than anyone.

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How does one "Awaken" into Dridon? What does that look like and what did Reaper think when it happened to her?

Ooh! This is one of my favorite bits of worldbuilding for Souls of Black! Thanks for the ask! :3

To understand Awakening, one first must know of The Black, which is the mysterious void that regulates and controls everything in the world via trade-offs. When someone or something dies, they go into The Black to be regenerated back to life. People go into The Black when they sleep, dreaming vivid memories of their past times being alive. When people wish to summon things from their specific section of The Black that's tied to them, call their reserve (more on that later), they must wait a set number of heartbeats before the item actually appears.

The Black is also the one that Awakens everything, being it people or monsters. The mechanics between the two are a tad different, but for now we'll focus on the people (and Reaper specifically, lol)

Awakening is a person's very first creation into the world, by none other than The Black. Their consciousness is formed in The Black, very vaguely so, with said consciousness only being given a name by The Black. The consciousness has no true grasp of where they are, only that it's cold and dark, in something that is almost too vast for them to comprehend.

Then, they truly start to Awaken. The Black starts to generate their body--a gruesome process, similar to when one normally regenerates. Soul, a green glowing life force of the world, appears in a random location, and melting out of the shadows comes bones, blood, and flesh. The body is formed from the feet upwards, and from the skeleton, outwards, the consciousness settling into it at the same time. As the nerves set in, the person is in excruciating pain as they feel their bones click together and flesh pool in and wrap around them to form organs and skin. But the Soul seeps into their body to numb the pain, making their first generation a nigh painless one after those first few moments of agony.

As their body is forming, more shadows of The Black wrap around them to give them clothes. How an outfit is chosen is a mixture between what The Black wants, and what It senses the person wants subconsciously/vibes with, in a way. And then, boom! Brand new person! :D After the person is fully generated, the Soul used to ease their pain still courses through them, giving them energy and the urge to move and explore.

Where The Black deposits a newly Awakened usually determines their appearance and name, as often people who Awaken in the same Biome look similar to each other, and have similar sounding names. Why The Black does this, no one truly knows. But Reaper however, is a special case. With her shimmering golden coat in The Dark Oak Biome, otherwise known as The Dark Forest, she's essentially her own beacon among the darkened trees, something that essentially no one else looks like. And oddly, her name doesn't follow the usual conventions that The Black gives the people of The Dark Forest.

Sometimes, newly Awakened people have a few moments right after Awakening, where they fixate on one specific thing, whether it be something in their surroundings, or just a single one of their brand new senses. For Reaper, I think that was something to do with the world itself. The soft grass against her face (it isn't uncommon for people to drop to the ground upon being Awakened. Never used legs before, lol) or the towering trees around her. I imagine she'd just focus on the serenity and beauty of it all, even if the dim light was a bit unnerving.

And now you've inspired me to write this out :) thanks!

She groaned, pain racking through her...body? That was the word, yes. But even then, the pain was fading fast, instead replaced by a strange energy within her. A strength, almost, but where she got it, she wasn't sure. No longer was she surrounded by the pressing cold, nor the deep darkness. Now...now there were colors. Deep greens and rich browns of the...trees, with thick trunks and heights that made her new vision almost dizzying. It was almost like the darkness, though, with the thick canopy of leaves above her head, but there was a bit of light. Golden and beautiful, in thin little streams that reached out to her, basking her and making her glow. Not me, she thought, looking down at herself. It was her coat instead, the same golden as the light, glittering in the small places they connected. She was covered in colors, too, with a black...tunic, yes, over her torso and green trousers for her...legs. She tilted her head, bending one of her legs, poking her knee. She had gloves, long ones, over her hands, but under her trousers seemed more squishiness that she had around her vision. Eyes. Skin, it was, as the words slowly came together in her mind, filling in almost like...something was helping her along. She turned, lying on her back in the grass and staring up at the tree canopy, mesmerized by the light reaching through it and desperately trying to bring hope to the unnerving darkness. This darkness wasn't like the one from before. It gave her a sense of unease, of... worry? She frowned. Where am I? she wondered. She lifted her hands, staring at them. ...Who am I? Reaper. The word came instantly to her mind, but this time it felt like whatever was helping her only half did so. She knew that word for herself. Not a word. My name. Slowly, Reaper felt herself smile under the black cloth covering her mouth. She grinned, and a bubbly feeling made itself known within her. "My name!" she said, throwing up her hands. She laughed, grinning up at the canopy above her "I know my name! My name is Reaper!" Her voice and laughs rose as her delight did the same, that strange strength spurring alongside it within her. She was Reaper. Her name was Reaper! And she was... Slowly, her happiness ebbed away, and she frowned. She didn't know where she was. The strange helpfulness didn't give her that. The energy in her continued to spur, almost driving her to get up, to move. Reaper laughed slightly. "Okay, okay," she said. She had a voice--that made her even happier, even if it was a bit odd. It was the only sound in this dark place, and a small part of her felt that wasn't...supposed to be like that. Reaper grunted as she turned back around, slowly pushing herself up. It took her a few tries to properly place her feet, which were covered in black leather boots, with golden buckles on black straps, the buckles on the the outer sides. But finally she managed, the energy inside almost helping correct her balance the few times she nearly fell back down. Reaper breathed deeply, looking around. That strange help came back--when she looked ahead of her, a small part of her told her that was north. A direction. Left was west, and right was east. Behind her was south. Such strange names... Reaper looked around for a bit, frowning as she struggled to pick a direction. The energy seemed to just want to move, not really caring where. Finally, Reaper nodded north. "Time to find out where I am," she said. It felt nice to talk, to hear her voice. She found herself smiling as, carefully, she started taking a few steps in that direction, quickly learning how exactly to walk the more she set off to explore her new world.

I hope this was interesting :3 I haven't fully thought about the exacts of Awakening, so this was fun for me to put together! Thanks again so much for the ask! :D

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For the pintrest silly outfit thing A2 for Reaper and pheobe B5

Funnily enough this made me start using things I don't normally do, like perspective on people. It finally got me to try rendering (ish) again though, so thanks!

Outfits A2 and B5 from this ask game!

Annd the drawing: I call this one Not Safe For Work hahaha

They'd suck at an office job. they dont even know what computers are

other versions and bonus:

Reaper handles it so well afterwards

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after seeing how good the last one came ou,t i had to chip in for the outfit ask game! (this is also i think my first ever ask i've ever sent, so, wild lol)

i thought of a few so don't feel pressured to do 'em all, but I'd like to see Wolf in 5C, Coder in 3C, and/or Galisa in 2B!

I hate to break it to you but I did not keep up the quality of the other drawing 😔

Outfits from this ask game! Feel free to send in ocs and an outfit for me to draw! :D

Now, the actual art :)

Closeups because I can:

I'm really happy with how they turned out :3 Unfortunately my creative wheel stopped turning entirely shortly after I started this, which is why it took so long 😅😭BUT it's here! Now if only I could channel it into actually finishing Ch3 of SoB-

I had a lot of fun with Galisa's outfit! I like all of them, really :3

also yeah Bekah I stole your little upper lip line for these hehe I also tried to give them I suppose more defining facial features? It might not be so noticeable on Wolf or Coder, but I changed up how I draw noses with Galisa, because I picture her with a more like, narrow? Long and thin nose? Something of the sort, I'm not sure of the right descriptors. But I'm happy with how she looks!!!

Might try doing more Letters to Lineart pieces, I've got like one clean sketch of another and one in the works. But if you guys wanna send in any lines from Souls of Black that you'd like to see visualized, please do!! I need more inspiration for art! lols

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What kind of responses does Doc get when people notice his scars? How does he respond to them?

Hey Zac!! Thanks for the ask! :)

A lot of the time it's mixtures of fear, pity, or disgust, or anger, and that's made even worse if the first of his scars they see are the ones marring his face, as that extensive of scars is again, even more unheard of than just, people having one or two scars, which is more common among the scarred population.

Fear is shown for a few reasons. People are shocked that he has scars, and that he has so many. Secondly, they instantly wonder the exacts of how he got them, as people tend to only get scars by being trouble makers and/or going to prison. That also leads to the anger and the lashing out, because (in their eyes) he's clearly not someone good. And that leads to more fear of if he's going to cause them trouble. Which he's not, because Doc is a very polite boi. Fear, anger, and disgust often lead into one another when people see his scars.

And the worst part is, it's instant. Have a snippet, set many years before he ever made it to the Swamp.

Just then, the girl's guardian, a woman, rushed over, sobbing as she hugged the girl, scooping her up as the last bit of her wounds regenerated. "Oh, Laria!" she cried. The girl hugged her back tightly, and he slowly stood. The woman turned, a tearful smile on her face, before she froze. Her eyes wandered Doc's scarred face, before her expression quickly shifted to fear. Horror. Disgust. "Get away." Her voice turned into a cold snarl, and she hugged her charge protectively, stepping away from him. He felt a pang in his chest, but what it was, he didn't know anymore. Emotions hadn't come back, yet. At least, not in ways he recognized them.

Pity I think is the rarest emotion he gets, because rarely do people feel bad for others (and I guess act on it too). I think honestly, it's the emotion that Doc hates the most when he sees it, because he doesn't need reminders of how he hated himself and his body for them. He wants to keep trying to become more confident in them--and he is mostly now--just he has bad days and slip ups sometimes, where even if he thinks him getting his scars happened for a reason, he's gripped with the desperate confusion of "Why? Why me?"

But in general, Doc sticks to his philosophy of letting hatred slip off of him and fade away. He still tries his best to be polite to the people yelling at him or accusing him, because what good would fighting back do? It would only generate more evil into the world.

A snippet from the WIP of Chapter 3 of SoB, which is Doc's first chapter:

"And he—" Kio's selshik was a blur, suddenly aimed at Doc, the speartip nearly grazing the brim of his hat. Doc flinched back, then gripped his cane as he dug it into the path, restoring his balance, "—is still an outsider." Kio used her weapon to tilt Doc's hat upwards, showing more of his face. Doc's expression hardened as he watched the others of her patrol recoil from them. "I know what kind of people obtain scars like yours, Doctor." Kio's voice held a dangerous tone, and Doc felt a chill shoot through him. It was the uncomfortable kind, now, the kind that made his body freeze when he didn't want it to. "You may have everyone else fooled, but I know what you are." Zikon stood tense, one hand reached out towards Kio's weapon, halfway between it and himself as the soldier hesitated. Doc stared at the speartip a mere half-foot from his face. Zikon had been correct: Zalis had approved of his visits to Klarak. Yet the issue was, Zalis wasn't here. She ran a tight structure of hierarchy, but Doc would not have been surprised if one of those pieces stepped out of line, doing what they felt was necessary to protect the whole. Doc breathed in, slowly taking off his hat and looking up, meeting Kio's eyes. "I am simply man who is trying to make the best out of being displaced, sergeant," he said. "I am sorry that you see me as a threat. I hope that one day, I can help you see that my intentions are true here."

Other times, he simply shows his full face of scars confidently, and tries to show that he's not going to hurt anyone.

[The snippet below happens before the one above--whoopsie]

Doc lifted his head, setting his shoulders back in a confident stance as he watched Ezal and the other guards’ expression shift instantly. Ezal’s to one of shock, disgust, and horror, and the rest quickly looking away in discomfort. Ezal lowered his weapon, though it seemed more subconscious movement than anything. “I know what you’re wondering,” Doc said, and he grabbed the crown of his wide-brimmed hat, taking it off. “You’re thinking, ‘My, this fellow has clearly encountered the wrong people!’ But, what exactly are the wrong people, would you say? Hm?” Doc tilted his head, smiling politely at Ezal. The guard frowned slightly, still staring at Doc’s face with wide eyes, slightly open-mouthed, as if he couldn’t comprehend that Doc’s words were coming out of a face like his. A face with a large, jagged scar that stretched from the right of his jaw, to through his left eyebrow, with another branching off underneath his right eye, snaking up to flank its other side. A scar that marred the pale skin across the right side of his mouth, cutting through his cheek and leaving a few of his teeth exposed. A thinner scar that snaked up along his neck, and underneath his chin. A scarred face that Doc made himself scan every day when he awoke, and every night before he went to sleep. “Come on now,” Doc prodded, tapping his cane against the gravel path. “You have to have some answer, Ezal.” “Wh…what? What?” Ezal finally focused on Doc, rather than the scars marring his face. His voice was quiet, nearly fearful, as it always was at times like these. “As I’ve stated before, I am no threat to you, good sir.” Doc gestured to him with his hat, before flipping it back onto his head, yet again covering his cropped, snow-white hair. “Whatever your definition of ‘wrong people’ may be, I can assure you that I do not intend to bring harm to you, or any of the people you protect in this village.”

Am I spoiling Chapter 3 maybe a bit too much? Maybe, lol, but I'm excited to talk about my silly guy!! :33

Overall, Doc just tries to not let people's comments or reactions get to him, or to at least not act on the (understandable) anger he sometimes feels with them. In his eyes, there's no full point in reacting back negatively, because ultimately it would solve nothing, and truly only prove their beliefs further.

[You can see Doc's first Character Spotlight Day here!]

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For the ask game :D

One OC will protect you, and the others will try to kill you. Which OC would you pick to be your defender?

Thanks for the ask Plupps! (From this ask game!)

But uh- oh shit. Is it... is it all of my OCs?

>_> that's so many--

OKAY. If it's ALL of my OCs try to kill me, and one to beat them all... I think I'll have to go with my OC The Storyteller (or just, Storyteller)

Now Storyteller is a character of mine from me and @the-bane-of-my-existence's story, Legends of the Cosmos (new sideblog of his that will include stuff about that here, you should follow it <3). Storyteller is a character who appears later, and for good reason:

he is quite literally the most OP guy there.

I guess, not counting the only two entites that are above him in power level that knock him around like a fucken ping pong ball whenever they please. But even though they're all asses, I'd much prefer Storyteller to those two.

Storyteller, or ST as he's usually called, is essentially like Deadpool, if Deadpool was an all powerful asshole. ST's a very meta character, he breaks the fourth wall, he knows he's in a Story, and he's very pish posh proper. He's so overpowered in fact, that he breaks the established magic system in LoC. A small explanation of that: each being has their own energy. Usually higher beings, like Flames, have more of that, and more powerful energy to rule over their domains. Storyteller has his own energy, one so powerful and potent that currently, it's the only thing keeping him going.

Storyteller is also so old and immortal (yeah, he's immortal hehe) that he ended up making his own magic system to use against everybody else. It's canonically a sort of mash between a lot of different magic systems, but I made like, entire diagrams for it a while ago.

Please click for hopefully better quality because I spent like two-three days on these lol

Alllll of this for ST himself :D This is something I'm SUPER proud of, because every single symbol and rune was handmade and is entirely original by me! And yes, I do mean every one. From the alphabet to the rune types, abd of course how they all work :3

But overall, Storyteller just has uber powerful magic, and pretty much floors anyone he comes across in a fight. Sooo, yeah, my bets are on him

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Can you maybe… tell me more about this potential polycule?

OC Pairing Tag (Reaper and Galisa (and Phoebe))

OOH YES I WILLL thank you so much for asking!! :D (From this ask game!)

Now, as of right now, Reaper x Phoebe x Galisa (i really need a proper ship name for them >_>) are NOT canon to SoB. For the longest time, I thought of them simply as a trio of friends, buttt a few factors played into my current-day path of half-shipping them all:

A bit of a jealousy arc that Reaper has against Galisa (Reaper sucks as interpreting her own feelings)

Galisa sucking at relationship stuff for plenty of reasons

Galisa's another disaster lesbian (the other is Phoebe)

KPop Demon Hunters

I'm not even kidding with that last one lmaoo. Polytrix has insanely changed my brain. I didn't used to do polycule ships with my OCs, because I'm just personally not polyamorous and I wasn't fully aware of how to do them. But now that I've seen into the space a bit more... it's opened a few doors, really, lol.

Now, Reaper and Phoebe have always been endgame in Souls of Black. Broody loner who expects the worst of people x sunshine who underestimates herself and sees the best in people. They're polar opposites in a lot of ways, and I loveee pairings like that, romantic or not.

But then I keep thinking of Galisa being in that mix. A woman who seems to have it all together, but is secretly falling apart at the seams as she also has her own worries about herself and how she is as a person (get these gals some therapy lol). Galisa is the kind of person to help people find their own self confidence, and while Reaper doesn't need that, I know Phoebe does a bit. Meanwhile, I've always had the idea of Galisa bringing Phoebe along to help Reaper explore other forms of self expression, more 'high-societal' and 'feminine' things like makeup, really. They both help do Reaper's makeup, and Reaper realizes it isn't as horrible as she previously thought.

And, I think it's funny if Reaper goes through her little jealousy arc, thinking Galisa is trying to take advantage of Phoebe, only to realize that she likes both of them.

Honestly though, a lot of it is I've had the idea of them eventually coming to their own synergy. I imagine them fighting together a lot, and just being really in sync with each other. Galisa and Reaper exchanging research notes and Phoebe just happily listening and baking snacks for them. Reaper teaching both of them how to properly fight and handle weapons. Reaper and Phoebe sighing in exasperation when they find Galisa outside messing with cuprite dust ( SoB's redstone dust, essentially) again.

They're so silly in my head and very cute. They'd like, essentially help each other find the good and the confidence in themselves, in various aspects.

But currently it throws a pretty decent sized wrench in how the flow of Souls of Black has gone for a long time. And I know change isn't bad, but this is a pretty big change, as this story has been in the works for nearly 4 years now? So, it's just something I have to think more on from a story and narrative aspect, too.

A doodle of them, though! I find it funny they ALMOST make the pansexual flag together, just Phoebe is green and not blue 😔

Thanks so much for the ask, Thunder! Hope this was interesting! :)