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Current M!A: Young! Vi for two weeks.
[Original G!Sans by Borurou. All art on this blog is not mine unless stated otherwise.]
You walk in to the soft sound of what seems to be jingle bells in the distance by Morgan, G & Machines. Sensually flooding your ears.
Look down, upon the floor instead of rose petals are cut out, delicate snowflakes, trailing towards the dimly light living room.
As you enter, you notice the table is finely decorated with two empty glasses. A, clearly new, bottle of mulled wine right in the centre of a holly wreath. Red, candles, neatly placed on either side. The kind that only look like candles, with that smooth plastic top that flickers sensually on and off.
You take this into account. Note it down mentally. Before you look to your right. Where the trail of carefully made paper snowflakes continue.
On the couch.
Covered in the softest of white fluff to stimulate the sensation of snow in your mind.
He lays.
In a slightly too big, sexy santa costume. Floppy hat included. With that little white ball, draping over the side.
“Come sit on daddy claus’ lap. Tell him what ya want this year.”
Ive been through so many scenarios an everything its nice to be able to just chill and like live where im not always getting attacked or judged, its easy. I dont really have to urge to be murderous or anything I like to just be. Might swing a few knives around a target for the fun of it but *shrug*
|| They did notice the comment on ‘them’ but they decided not to pry ||
An if you dont wanna fix anythin or dont think theres anythin to fix then youre gonna have to get used to the way the world is now i suppose
“An’ people keep tellin’ m’ tha’ ‘Charas’ are dangerous. Right. Shows how much they know.”
Placing his mug back down on the table, the skeleton stares at the liquid for a short while. Blinking a couple times as he then looked off into the distance.
“I don’ ‘ave t’ get used t’ shit. Clearly th’ world’s messed up righ’ now. Fer example, why th’ fuck is tha’ guy sat there like he’s allowed t’ be? Why’s tha’ dame lookin’ like she doesn’t want t’ be ‘ere an’ no one is sayin’ shit? I’d fuckin’ give ‘er a shout an’ tell ‘er t’ look presentable an’ t’ stop messin’ up m’ business. She’s scarin’ th’ damn customers away with tha’ bitch of a look.
Fuckin’ looks like someone ya’d pay aroun’ th’ corner fer a quick tug or two with all tha’ make-up plastered on ‘er face. She shouldn’t be workin’ ‘ere.”
Obviously he’d been scanning the people in specific. Old, young, race, gender. Each and every one of them. Finding things that just didn’t sit right with him.
In the olden days, if footage was not used in a film, it was either destroyed or erased so they could reuse the reel, because it was cheaper than storing unused film.
Google the BBC’s lost archives to find out more.
I’ve seen a few compilations online that were made for holiday parties or wrap parties. That may be why we still have these today.
|| Chara almost coughed on their drink at the moment he realized before composing themself ||
Well technically, It is your timeline, the only thing that changed is you- into a younger version of yourself. The timeline and me havent shifted or anything. Also im unsure what you mean since I’ve been with ya for like a year and a bit now.
Im glad you realized however that something was off. Ive been tryin to tell ya
|| They offer a sympathetic smile before taking another sip of coffee ||
The thing is how do we fix this, cuz I have no idea on that front.
Already, he was squinting. That was until he closed his eye sockets and rolled his singular eye to look away from the kid once they opened again. Calmly taking another sip of his coffee, seeking that fulfilling aroma before he decided to respond.
“Yeah, folks keep tellin’ m’ tha’. I don’ believe a word o’ it. Don’ feel any different apart from, ya know, knowin’ shit tha’ feels like I’ve known it fer ages, but have no real foundation upon it.”
That single, yellow eye was back to scanning the coffee place as he took yet another sip. His hands clasped tightly around the mug almost as if he was trying to absorb that heat from it.
“A year an’ a bit now.. Weird. Ya say ya unsure an’ act like ya mine, yet ya don’t act th’ same as them. Ya.. How do I put this without hurtin’ ya little heart.
…Softer. Not tryin’ t’ kill m’ all th’ time or throwin’ some remake m’ way. Or tryin’ t’ get m’ in trouble.
An’ it beats me, kid. We don’ fix it. Ain’t nothin’ t’ fix.”
Exactly the kind of response Doomguy should get when he walks into a room with other humans.
This is genuinely beyond big dick energy
It’s honestly Argent Phallus Energy (APE)
Holy shit
Everyone is talking about key-card guy, but my favorite is the dude who tries to hide behind his swivel chair. Babe, babe, No, Doomguy jumps dick first into hell portals on an hourly basis and pops berserker power ups like your mom pops xanax. That chair aint doin SHIT.
Also I love how they don’t just seem to be afraid of the fact that the apex predator of the Legions of Armageddon just walked in. They are acting like they think he might attack them, because you know the UAC has waged a serious PR war against Doom-Chad while he’s been kicking ass on Mars/Hell.
ALPHA AF!!!
I just love the fact that DoomGuy spots the keycard on the dude’s lanyard, and instead of doing a vicious yank, or simply snapping it off the lanyard like he always does, he very, VERY carefully takes it, and slowly pulls the dude to the scanner, before letting him go.
For a dude filled with eternal rage and seething violence, that was remarkably polite of him. It was almost his “…Excuse me. I require this. Pardon my reach.”
Then that poor marine. “Hey YOU! You can’t… be… here…”
DoomGuy just casually approaches, looks at him, looks at his gun, and then still remarkably politely, just takes it. Doesn’t wrench it away, or kill the guy, or anything violent. Just reaches out and retrieves it. Again, like “You are doing a fine job. That’s a fine weapon. Mind if I see it? *takes it and walks away*”
It’s as if he’s being very, VERY careful not to harm normal humans (or whatever augmented humans those armored marines qualify as), saving his violence specifically for the Daemonic.
Kinda supports my idea that DoomGuy isn’t neccessarily a bloodthirsty raging psycho. He’s a guy who has seen so much, done SO MUCH… that he’s calm. He’s so far beyond wrath at the demons that he’s entered a weird Calm and just LIVES there. Nothing shakes him of it. He doesn’t grunt, he doesn’t yell, he doesn’t scream, he just breathes and moves on. New demon? Well, it’ll bleed like the last. He doesn’t revel in combat, he just moves through it like walking through air; it’s a function of existence for him.
|| Chara looked back at the barista out the corner of their eye and then back to Vi, lowering their voice as well ||
Its not that unusual, its regular clothes. Almost everyone dresses like that and wears makeup these days.
|| They took a sip of their coffee ||
Besides, theres people who dress even crazier on the regular. Freedom of expression an all that.
With that comment returned to him, this curious skeleton continues to eye the barista for a little longer until his coffee and cake arrives. Almost looking a little surprised when he sees the plate and mug, but choosing to not comment on it.
Instead, he’ll take the kid’s comment into account. Another side eye inspecting the waiter as he took a sip of his own coffee.
“Freedom of expression, huh?..”
A thoughtful hum escaping him as he pondered on that. Actually taking a look around himself for the first time since he left the apartment. A proper look.
“….This ain’t m’ timeline, is it?”
More looking around, taking in everything and everyone before his sights set on the kid in front of him.
|| Chara eyed him slightly and offered a sympathetic smile to the barista before grabbing their items ||
Wanna sit here or go back home?
“We can sit ‘ere. I don’ care.”
Quick and easy response. Honestly, in reality, he just wanted to see what this was all about. Why everything seemed so.. Different. And why that barista was wearing so much make up, or talking so casually to a guy without it causing any issue.
There even other things that made him almost shudder. Other people. Too many reasons.
Leaning in and across the table, still eyeing the barista, he lowly whispered towards the kid.
|| Chara snrked slightly before looking back at him, momemtum still heading to the counter ||
Im sure you have but maybe its been a bit since we were both in. Trust me though its fine.
|| Their voice was calm and reassuring as they approached the counter, chara Ordered a vanilla coffee and a piece of lemon bread and looked towards Vi ||
Getting anything?
Vi was instantly standing up straight. Looking at the girl behind the counter. Actually, he was staring at her. Tilting his head, looking at her outfit and her.. Make up.. Something in the back of his mind was telling him to be polite, but the front of his mind–
“Yeah, mango tart and a black coffee. Hold the sugar, Doll.”
It was like a snap of words. Clearly not having an interest in talking to this woman. Maybe it was because she was human, maybe because she was dressed the way she was– It could have been many things. Even her annoyingly high pitched voice.
