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Another weekend ends, and another dragon emerges…
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VERÓNICA (2017) dir. Paco Plaza SMILE (2022) dir. Parker Finn
Obey me! Replaced mc au brainrot
Mc=Noah (cause I don't like just saying mc, ik this isn't accurate btw I'm just a sucker for angst lol)
This contains explicit and harmful content, so, warning.
When a new student from the human realm was announced, I didn't think much of it
I thought maybe I'd get to make a new friend, hang out with them, hell maybe they could tell me everything that went on in the human realms while I was gone.
But not this
I'd never thought that she would completely take my place, it's weird saying it now.
Take my place, huh?
It was foolish of me to think I'd actually matter in their lives, their demons for fucks sake!
For all I know their waiting for the day to kill me.
Well, it wouldn't be the first time eitherway
My hand immideatly went to gently rub my throat remembering how belphegor had killed me in a brutal and slow way after I helped him escape.
Belphegor, weird, I normally just call him belphie.
Guess habits change.
I walked out of my room, messy RAD uniform and deep eyebags under my eyes, beautiful I know.
I walked into the dinning hall and everyone was with Angelica, the new student I was thinking about earlier, they were huddled around her as she told a story from the human realm.
I simply sat down and stared at my breakfast, deciding I'm not hungry I called out to beel.
He was the only one not fully engrossed in her story, simply listening while eating.
He turned his head to me and I walked over to him.
-"here, I'm not hungry bud, and your well, always hungry"- I smiled at him and silently cursed myself for the awkward phrasing
-"no, keep it."- said beel as he pushed my plate towards me.
-"beel, did you just reject food?"- I asked smiling at him, slightly nervous as to why.
-"no no, I would gladly accept it, the thing is that, I haven't seen you eat a proper meal in a week Noah"- he said as he handed me my plate, worry filled in his normally blank eyes.
-"Beel I'm fine I promise, please, take it."- I spoke through an honest smile.
-"no, you haven't been eating lunch or dinner either"- he said stubbornly as his voice raised a bit.
His brothers started to notice the commotion and slightly stared at us from time to time.
'shit, this is not how I wanted this to go' I thought to myself
-"I promise I have, I just arrive earlier than you and take it back to my room."- I spoke through a nervous aura, tensing up every few seconds
-"whenever I arrive your plate is there and served to the brim"- he spoke again, voice never flattering as he grabbed my wrist that was sliding my plate towards him.
-"well then, I didn't know that, someone must be refilling it, I'll make sure it doesn't happen again yeah?"- by this point the brothers were paying more attention to you than Angelica and were starting to grow suspicious of your odd and worrying behaviour.
You gave him your plate, waved at the brothers goodbye and left as soon as you entered.
-'Fuck..I can't go to RAD today, I can't stand the thought of confronting them, especially beel'- I thought as I ran a hand through my hair and then down my face.
I went to my room and pulled out my motorcycle keys, then the box hidden under the bed.
I made my way down the building with nobody noticing I was still there
The sound of a powerful motor echoed as I set out into the street, I admired the scenery around me but then remembered I forgot my helmet
-'Fuck it, it's fine, I normally don't ride with my helmet on'- I thought as I continued the way through the Devildom.
Blurry shops and demons all lined my view as I sped up through the busy streets.
I silently sighed as I arrived at my destination
It was a giant cliff with a barrier protecting the demons from the fall, it was very popular for it's beautiful view
I occasionally came here, normally on Saturdays on Sundays since I didn't have school those days but eh.
I doubt Lucifer will even care for a single missing day with demons missing school almost everyday
I sat down on the barrier and pulled out my stuff from the box.
Cigarettes and lighters.
I lighted one and felt the welcoming feeling of the drug invite me in.
Devildom cigarettes had 10x more effect than normal ones so as a human I fell under the influence rather quickly.
I stared at the view infront of me and stood up on the barrier
I took another puff and slightly let my thoughts wonder.
How couldn't I let my thoughts run? After all I had never been more alone.
Even in the human realm I was well known for my good grades and...devilish personality some would say.
I talked back to teachers, skipped class, did all types of drugs for whatever the reason and drank till I passed out.
I was never fully mentally stable and my body was concrete proof of that.
Scars, burn scars, littered almost every corner of my body.
There were scars on my arms and forearms, stomach, chest, legs and thighs.
I hated myself and I made sure that message got through to myself.
My scars weren't something to be ashamed of, infact I loved them, I remember I always showed them off when I was at any mental health meeting.
When this new school year rolled around that habit stopped.
Apparently me wearing a short sleeved shirt that revealed my scars was gruesome for Angelica.
I remember the day as if it was yesterday
I was walking through the halls, it was an early Saturday morning and I was wearing a shirt with no sleeves getting ready to accompany beel to the gym.
I smiled at myself in the mirror, loving the way my scars were on show.
Soon enough Angelica came in talking with mammon about who knows what
-"ready to go beel?"- I asked him with a smile he smiled back at me and said
-"yeah just one second, I left my protein drink in the kitchen"- he got on his feet and went jogging to the kitchen
I pulled my playlist up on my D.D.D and scrolled through the songs until I found one that I liked I reached for my headphones and Angelicas scream pierced through my ears.
I covered my ears while Lucifer and Satan, who had just entered the room came running to her side.
I looked at her wide eyed, wondering what caused such a reaction.
She was crying as she held her hands over her mouth, squeezing her eyes shut.
-"Angelica?! Answer me! What's wrong?!"- asked Lucifer, panic seen in his normally calm eyes.
-"T-their scars"- Angelica stuttered through tears
-"Who's scars?"- asked Satan a bit more calmly trying to understand the situation
-"Noah's! Noah's arms!, I can't bear to look at them"- she spoke once again through sobs as she sobbed into her hands
The demons heads snapped up at me, I shrugged and tried to continue my day.
Key word, tried.
Lucifer stood up straight and stared at me
-"Noah come with me, quick"- said Lucifer, I spread my arms and did a 'seriously?!' motion as I followed him
Angelica only sobbed louder as she saw the numerous scars on the other side of my arm
-"Noah!"- yelled Lucifer from the other room, a warning
I rolled my eyes as Angelicas screaming was starting to get on my nerves
-"oh suck it up! I'm the one with the scars not you!"- I yelled at her, pissed off that I was the one getting punished for something as ridiculous as this
-"NOAH!"- screamed lucifer, even madder from the other room,
-"I HEARD YOU THE FIRST TIME GRANDPA!"- I screamed as I left the room, the sounds of slight laughter being shot down by Angelica screaming at them for laughing as I closed the door.
-"yes, Lucifer?"- I asked, clearly annoyed as I stared at him crossing my arms, he simply scoweld at me as he slightly glared
A look I knew too well from the beggining of my first year at RAD.
-"given Angelicas reaction and your..actitude, towards it."-
-"from now on, it's mandatory for you, especifically, to wear a long sleeved shirt at all times, and I think this goes without saying but just to be clear, you aren't allowed to wear anything that shows your scars"- I stared at him in bewilderment.
All this for a girl he met a week ago?! Seriously?!
-"meaning, no shorts, no bathing suits, no exposing clothes, nothing along the lines of that"- he said as he slightly glared at me, we were the same height so it was easy for me to glare back.
I scoffed and looked at him.
-"this is fucking ridiculous, what, just because this random girl doesn't like some scars I have to change my entire wardrobe for her?! Fuck no!"- I yelled at him, I was pretty sure the other brothers could hear us two yelling but I didn't give a single shit.
I wasn't going to change everything for this random ass pretty girl I met barley a week ago.
That's absurd!
-"Yours scars are triggering for her, who knows when it might happen to another student when you decide to take off your jacket in class?!"- he yelled back at me stuff even he knew, were false and completely out of his ass.
-"Don't make me laugh! We both know the entire Devildom had seen my scars and none of them, GIVE A SINGLE FLYING SHIT"- You screamed at him, was it a bad idea? Yes Did you care? No, no you didn't
He massaged his temples with his fingers and glared at you.
-"I don't think you understand, I'm not asking you permission for this shit, I'm TELLING you, ORDERING you"- he screamed and you just scoffed at him.
-" well then! Fuck you too Lucifer! FUCK YOU TOO!"- you yelled at him, as you slammed the door on your way out.
The brothers stared at you in bewilderment and even Angelica stopped crying to give you a wide eyed look for talking back to Lucifer like that
-"not so triggering for you now, huh?"- I spoke through venom as I made my way to the kitchen where beel was packing some last minute snacks
I sighed and looked down at the joint in my hand at the memory
Smoke slowly coming out as I continued on my feet on the rail.
I couldn't believe how much this girl had affected me in less than a month.
I was forced to wear clothes I didn't like, be in charge of Angelica 24/7 since mammon barley did his job, relapsed terribly, got a terrible sleep schedule because of being forced to room with Angelica, lost motivation to do anything really, I didn't even feel hungry anymore.
Everyday Im just the walking skin of the person I used to be.
I took off the annoying sweater I had to wear, and stared at my arms, slowly rubbing my scars as a way to calm myself.
-"Nice scars yo!"- Spoke a demon on rollerblades as she sped beside me giving me a cocky smile
I smiled back and waved as a way of saying 'thank you!'
-"triggering others my ass"- i spoke softly bringing the drug between my lips before i got an idea.
I slowly sat down as I brought the burnt side of the cigarette to my arm, the feeling of burning skin brought me inner peace as I continued running it down my arm.
Blood slowly dripping as my arm got dirtied by the ash creating a gory wound behind.
The fire completely out by now as I put my sweater back, and rode to RAD, smiling to myself from the pain coursing through my arm.
As much as I didn't want to, I went to the nurse, it could get infected and that's the last thing I want to be honest, it's a pain in the ass.
After my lovely visit I went to my next class, which I regrettably had with Angelica.
-"Hey!"- she smiled at me as I arrived and sat next to her
I gave her a quick forced smiled and leaned on my arm.
Quickly shooting back as I had played down on my injured one, I gritted my teeth and shut my eyes
-"are you ok?!"- asked Angelica, worry sparkled through her features and eyes, as she held my arm gently
-"I'm fine.."- I muttered as I retreated my arm.
Angelica still looked worried and I could tell she could smell the horrid smell of cigarette on me.
I had a long week, Angelica wouldn't leave me alone, and my visits to the cliff with my lighter and cigarettes became more and more ordinary, the demon brothers pushed me away even more and we're starting to treat me horribly.
Lucifer would straight up ignore me and the only time he would speak to me was when he was screaming at me for my bad grades, oh yeah, did I mention? My grades took a downfall because of my, situation.
Mammon would steal and take my money from my room all the time, to either sell or give to Angelica, normally I wouldn't care but very important stuff has stared going missing and it's anger inducing
Levi would treat me like trash, straight to the point. Wonder what happened to the leviathan that would stay up all night playing videogames with me and would always invite me to read his magas with him.
Satan and Asmo just insulted me to no end, Asmo saying stuff about my looks and fashion sense, Satan about my likes in books and stories, judging everything about me.
Beel and belphie stayed quiet on the whole matter, they weren't close with Angelica and beel didn't really trust her so they stayed on the neutral side, but by doing that they distanced themselves away from me.
All for her.
For the shiny new girl.
Fuck them
Fuck her
And most importantly
Fuck me.
The burning of the lines became a known and welcoming feeling.
I was in my room reading a book I found in the library
I honestly couldn't care since I was more concentrated on my thoughts and burning arm than the pages filled with knowledge Infront of me.
Suddenly the room to my room shot open and I got on my feet.
An angry Lucifer followed by the worried faces of Angelica and the other siblings came into my room.
Great, what did I do now? I simply sat down as Lucifer continued glaring.
He simply slammed a box Infront of me.
Not just any box, my box.
Filled to the brim with bloody bandages, cigarettes, lighters, and bloody tissues.
I knew that if I acted surprised or looked over at my bed too see if it was the real one and not just some test it would be suspicious.
So I simply stared at the box and raised an eyebrow at him.
-"nice collection I guess"- I stated simply as I pulled out my D.D.D and started scrolling through devilgram.
-"Don't bullshit me Noah, I know this is yours"- he stated as he put his arms on my desk and leaned closer, his eyes weren't angry as I thought they would be.
They showed concern, sadness, worry.
What a joke.
I looked at him weirdly while everyone else stood stiff behind him.
"no it isn't, why would I need all that for?"- I said, pointing at the box.
I reached over and analysed the bloody bandage as if I didn't recognize the blood and smears.
Remembering how I dragged the cigarette across my arm, putting it out the farther it went, grabbing a tissue to wipe away the ashes and blood, applying the bandage over it.
Putting that ugly sweater on once again.
-"ew.."- I muttered throwing it into the box again.
Before I could retreat my hand, Lucifer reached towards and grabbed my arm.
It hurt like hell and I could feel the burns burning even more than normally.
The newest one slowly dripping droplets of blood, that have thankfully, not seeped through the fabric of the shirt and jacket I'm wearing.
-"what the fuck are you doing Lucifer"- I said, trying to break away my arm from his deadly grip but his firm hand never even flattered
-"Show us"- he spoke through gritted teeth
-"show you what exactly Lucifer?!, What do you want?!"- I asked him, taking my other arm and pulling on the other, trying to get it away from his grip.
I needed to keep a coolhead though, don't let them see you in a weak moment.
You gave up even if your brain was panicking in reality, thinking of every possible away to get away from them.
-"Come on Noah.., if ya don't have anything to hide, just show us ya arm, right?!"- spoke up Mammon since everyone else was in shock trying too see what would happen.
You stared at them.
And there she was.
In all her glory, cuddled up between the brothers on the verge of tears.
As if she was the one who was being interrogated and blamed.
As if she was the one hurting with thousands of burns on her arms.
As if she was the one drinking all her guilt away with wine and alcohol.
As if she was the victim.
I glared at Lucifer and used my magic to get him off me.
I could have used the pact but that would be suspicious, hence I barley use the pact to get the demon brothers to do something for me.
-"Jesus Christ man..."- I spoke softly as I rubbed my sore arm.
The brothers just deadpanned at me for a second but then returned to the matter at hand.
Lucifer glared and made his way around the table and Infront of me.
-"Fine then"- he turned around and glared at the group on the other side of the room
-"all of you take off whatever jacket or sweater your wearing and if your wearing a long sleeved shirt, pull it up"- he glared and everyone did as they were told immideatly
'and they say he kisses Diavolos ass godamn..'- you stared weirdly as everyone followed Lucifer's directions
He went around and checked their arms, then showing them too me.
Not a single one had a recent scar that would have been created by the stuff on the box
He circled back to me and glared as he stretched out his arm for me to give him mine.
As a last minute decision I casted a spell that allowed me to hide my scars.
I didn't do this since the beggining since there was a huge chance it might not work, hence it's a newly learned spell.
I scoffed and took off my sweater, hoping to any god or entity that it worked.
Luckily when I rolled up my sleeves, not a single scar in sight I relaxed a ton but didn't let anyone notice.
Lucifer simply examined them before he grabbed it tightly and pulled me towards him.
I tried to break free but I heard his voice, for everyone in the room to hear, especially me.
-"if you aren't hurt.., then, what's this?"- he spoke as he slowly raised his hand which was examining my arm filled with blood and burnt skin.
I stared in shock as I looked down and noticed the spell had worn off because I relaxed.
The brothers all stared wide eyed and some gasped.
Angelica broke out into tears but the brothers didn't pay any mind to it.
-'thats new'- I thought as I looked at their figures from Lucifer's shoulder since he still hadn't let me go.
He let go of my arm and hugged me and I felt him wrap his arms around me, his warm embrace brought tears to my eyes since it's been months since I felt it.
I hugged him back and hid my face in his shoulder as to not let anyone see my tears
I wanted to do nothing but make him let go of me, to scream and curse at him every profanity that came to mind.
But after finally being cared for after months of feeling nothing, felt so nice.
After that feeling of euphoria died I pushed Lucifer away and put on my jacket again.
-"Leave."- I spoke coldly as I didn't dare to meet their eyes.
-"Noah, please let us help you.."- spoke asmo carefully as he took a step towards
-"Are you all deaf, I said, Leave."- I spoke harshly once again.
-"c'mon Noah.."- spoke Mammon as he came closer.
-"why do you guys even care?!"- I yelled at them, Angelica flinching to which I just rolled my eyes at.
-"Because we care about you!"- yelled back Mammon
I scoffed and spoke -"sure you do, if you care then why have you guys been treating me like shit?"-
They all looked away knowing they were guilty
-"just admit you don't care and leave, go back to having fun with Angelica and leave me again."- I spoke as I simply glared and went to take my box.
Satan grabbed it before I could teach it and so I glared at him before walking over
-"Satan, give that back"-
-"listen, I know we..fucked up, but please give us another chance, we never knew this would happen, please."- I just grabbed the box and pulled it out of his grip.
-"yeah you guys fucked up, but you only care once stuff like this happens, what if you hadn't found the box? I'll tell you what, you would continue treating me like shit until I snapped because the guilt is eating you alive, it's not because you care or because your worried, it's so that you don't have to live with this guilt on your conscience for the rest of the year."- I knew some of what I was saying was a lie.
I could tell in their eyes they were worried and sad, that they were truly sorry.
But I wasn't going to forgive them easily.
Because part of what I said was true, they only cared once it came to this.
-"besides how did you even find the box"- I spoke harshly as I hid it again.
-"Angelica was commenting to us about how she was worried about you"- well that's new
-"and Mammon decided to look around your room too see if he could find something, then he found it..."-
You only scoffed at them before taking your backpack full of your stuff and clothes and leaving the room.
-"Noah! Where are you going?!"- spoke one of the brothers after you.
-"Purgatory hall"- you said bluntly continuing your path.
-"wait! Noah please! Let's talk things out!"- begged beel, being the only one who could keep up with you.
-"what's there to talk about?"- you muttered as you took a sharp turn
-"everything! Just please.."- Beel said as he grabbed your hands and put them to his forehead and he looked at you through tears.
-"Don't leave us..."- as some tears fell from his face
-"I'm sorry beel..but that's not your decision to make."- you pulled away and left the house of lamentation, not to be seen in a good while.
oc asks: not-so-nice edition
alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?
betrayal: Has your OC ever been betrayed by someone they thought they could trust? Has your OC ever betrayed someone who trusted them?
bound: Has your OC ever been imprisoned or captured? What happened? How did they get out? Did the experience leave any scars?
break: What would cause your OC to break down completely? What do they look like when that happens? Has anyone ever seen them at their lowest?
desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?
failure: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?
fear: What is your OC's greatest fear? What do they do when confronted with it? Are they open with their fear, or do they hide it away?
future: What's the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it's a possibility?
ghost: Who or what haunts your OC? What happened? How do they live with their ghosts?
guilt: What is your OC guilty about? How do they handle their guilt? Do they try to avoid guilt, or do they accept it?
hate: What does your OC hate? Why? How do they act towards the object of their hatred?
heartbreak: Have they ever had a relationship that ended badly? Experienced some other kind of heartbreak? What happened?
hide: What does your OC hide? Why do they hide it?
hunt: Who or what is your OC hunted by? A person, a feeling, a past mistake? Is your OC able to let their guard down, or are they constantly alert?
mask: Does your OC wear a mask, literally or figuratively? What goes on beneath it? Is there anyone in their life who gets to see who they are under the mask?
midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping?
mistake: What's the worst mistake your OC ever made? What led to them making it? Have they been able to fix it? How have they moved on?
monster: Is your OC monstrous in any way? Is there something that makes them monstrous? Are they aware of their own monstrosity? Do they accept it or reject it?
nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself?
pain: What's the worst pain your OC has ever felt? Do they have a high pain tolerance?
secret: What's one secret your OC never wants anyone to know about them?
skin: How comfortable is your OC in their skin? Do they grapple with anything that lives inside them—a beast, a curse, a failure, a monster? How do they face the smallest, weakest, most horrible version of themself? Are they able to acknowledge it at all?
torture: Has your OC ever been tortured? Would your OC ever torture someone else?
wound: How does your OC handle being wounded? Are their wounds mostly physical? Mental? Emotional? What's the worst wound your OC has ever experienced?
Short Prompt #1042
“Say it. Tell me the truth,” The royal hissed in anger, trying to hide the hope still plaguing the back of their mind. The knight kneeling before them bowed deeper. “The Prince has been kidnapped by The Mountain Beast.”
im bored n need motivation and this sounds funnn
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B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?
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D: Is there a song or a playlist to associate with [insert fic]?
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F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.
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H: How would you describe your style?
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R: Are there any writers (fanfic or otherwise) you consider an influence?
S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?
T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?
U: Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.
V: If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?
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X: A character you enjoy making suffer.
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Z: Major character death–do you ever write/read it? Is there a character whose death you can’t tolerate?
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Can Brenner come back as something besides the grimdark dude that El has to defeat to find herself or whatever?
I sort of wish Brenner had something going on in his life besides being the enemy of meddling kids. How about Brenner's boss or bosses? How do we not know if he was being gaslit by them into being an evil scientist to carry out the lab's project. I imagine the project had to do with prestige, money or both. Maybe Brenner thought he'd get a Nobel for getting credit for the experiment, who knoooooows because the creators stopped giving a shiiiiittttt!
🖋 Tank please >:))c
Tank.
The guy who is a “massive alcoholic” got a private education, lives in a mansion alone, and has enough money to be at the bar all day. No, he’s not in debt at all, not even on his tab. In fact, whenever he leave the bar, his table is spotless.
He does have a job, if not a hobby on the side. On the guild’s days off he’s never around. And if he is it’s only because Enid’s around. Why did he even become an adventurer when he’s literally all set and claims to hate it anyway 🤨? Why’s he hang out with Enid too.
The “Monk” who knows how to pick locks, end a fight instantly, and has the mouth of a sailor. In fact, Enid’s a little too familiar with sailors and can differentiate pirate gangs.
Drunk who seems too good to be true and Monk who seems a little insidious… Something is wrong with the both of them and they always hide what. But maybe that’s why they like each other. ⭐️
I have no idea what to post, so I'm posting my OCs
most of you will not understand the agony of this outfit. but hey here's fantasy au Howdy!
rambles:
yes. i know. he looks like a gunslinger. but I think it'd be funny if Howdy shows up and he minorly tweaks the genre simply by Existing! plus, he has to make himself useful beyond being a traveling salesman - he doesn't have a scrap of magic in him! so! alchemist gunslinger!
due to much of this "final" outfit design being Miguel's (@indigopoptart <3 thanks for your help homeslice <3) influence, i have less to say than usual! i'll talk about the things i Kept from the first terrible, terrible draft!
i wanted him to have full-coverage gloves because One, gloves fuck, & Two, shooting gloves! plus, he regularly works with dangerous materials! gotta keep his hands as safe as possible! speaking of his guns, they were a Ton of fun to draw. i wanted to make them ornate... Howdy seems like he'd enjoy nice things? fancy stuff perhaps? anyway the guns have his tavern "logo" on them!
the "second safety" mentioned triggers a magic-oriented mechanism that allows him to piece the guns together! they "unfold" into a big ol clusterfuck of a powerhouse weapon! unfortunately, using this immediately breaks the guns and they have to be repaired, so it's a "break glass in case of emergency" ace up the Neighborhood's sleeve!
i like to imagine that his bandolier, while cool, stresses everyone out a little bit. each bullet is full of pressurized weaponized magic. If they break while on the bandolier, well! Howdy would probably be very much Royally Fucked! i also drew the bullets too large here, so imagine that there's a lot more than shown and they're a lot smaller. I didn't realize this mistake until right now! oopsies!
i want to keep elements of the canon outfits in these fantasy ones. hence why his vest is striped and blue, he's still got the reddish brown pants, and! why his cloak clasp is shaped like a tie! and why the inside of his cloak resembles his apron!
i like to think that Howdy got his magic pack by swindling some poor soul out of it! when the buckles are undone, it unfolds into a vendor stand that looks Much different than the tiny scribble provided! said scribble is there to ah... what's the word. Demonstrate? get the point across? it's actually quite a nice stall! he has space to sell, and a workbench to tinker on! the pockets on the bag actually do function as pockets, though.
"Project Cobra revolved around experimental encephalic chips used to alter a subject’s stimulus processing and gain temporary control of their actions when activated. The chips, better known as Cobra chips, would be installed in the frontal lobe and served as filter for any stimuli and signals, amplifying and reducing them to alter the subject’s reactions, reflexes, and alertness to the user’s needs. Through correct installment and use of various cybernetic enhancements, implants, stabilizers and stimulants, the subject could be turned into a shell of a person without any free will, essentially turning them into an obedient supersoldier." — Excerpt from the article on Arasaka Special Programs
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idk what possessed me but. MOIST