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YurixTheWanderer β On that day, I gave up.
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Published: 2020-01-09 17:21:38 +0000 UTC; Views: 1542; Favourites: 21; Downloads: 1
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Yesterday while at work, I read about a trope - Important Haircut - where a character purposely cuts his or her hair to show character development or a rite of passage. I wanted to show this in a darker atmosphere. Thanks to LunaPic, I ended up finding a tool to change the picture from lineart to black and white to add to the effect.This picture shows the moment where Melody gave up on everything and became distant to her family, ice-cold to those she worked with, and nihilistically cynical towards the world. If I can today, I'll write a skit on it.
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Karyana: Isn't it time you told us the truth? I don't understand why you keep lying...
Melody: I gave up.
K: Pardon?
M: The reason why I started lying about everything. About who I was, what I did, whom I loved... I simply... gave up.
K: What made you give up?
M: Everything.
K: *frustrated sigh* You're going in circles.
M: Then I'll start from the beginning.
K: I'm listening.
M: *long sigh* Back when Earth existed, I was born to what would have been a normal family. My father worked in the agricultural industry, while my mother was a nurse... with the emphasis on the past tense. I don't know how it happened, but they lost their jobs back when I was still a child. Things started going wrong from there. My father started drinking his money away, while my mother started stealing drugs from the other hospitals she tried to work in just to numb the pain.
K: Did they ever hurt you?
M: ...
K: Just tell us, please.
M: I don't know. Maybe.
K: Why do you mean 'maybe'?
M: I can't remember... or I just don't want to. It just felt like I was the lightning rod of the family after a while. He would yell at me and complain whenever I asked for something. She was too addicted to the crap that she'd shoot in her veins to care what happened to me. When I ended up attacked by that dog, they didn't lift a finger to help. Then the government took me away from them.
K: Then what happened?
M: I went from family to family, never really fitting in even when I tried to make friends with the other children. On the day where I was allowed to go to school, I asked to stay there. I didn't want anything to do with my parents anymore.
K: Is that when you 'gave up'?
M: ...No. That was years later. Around that time, there were three guys who wanted me: Roger, Mark, and Keith.
K: I don't think I've heard of Keith.
M: That's because he... because I... I didn't want anyone to know.
K: Why?
M: Listen... Mark was a nice guy - believe me - but he didn't know how to please a woman. He tried showering me with gifts, giving me my first job and even made sure I wouldn't need anything... but I didn't want to be his trophy wife.
K: His... what?
M: I didn't want to live my life drowning in luxury. I didn't want to be that kind of woman that would cling to his man and be paraded like an award or used for cheap thrills and thrown aside. Mark was a good person, but I didn't want to be indebted to him. I know I hurt his feelings when I said that I wanted to build my own company, but I needed to find myself...
K: *sigh* I can understand that much. But what about Roger?
M: He was... I guess he was a shoulder I'd cry on. He listened to everything I said and even suggested ways to help me... but I wasn't listening. Before our relationship, I had made too many bad decisions and ended up at the bottom of the barrel.
K: So he helped you back up?
M: Yeah... but I never saw him as more than a friend. At least, part of me. By the time he had stopped me from... taking my own life for the first time... I was just repeating the same mistakes and falling into the same bad habits as my parents. I was trying to forget my pain... and ended up breaking my mind apart.
K: *eyes closed, half-whispered* That's when I appeared...?
M: Not just you. I ended up diagnosed with Dissociative Identity Disorder. It was like my mind had become a life-boat with... I don't know... maybe fifteen different personalities fighting for control?
K: Fifteen?
M: You, me, your sisters, Panyus... maybe eight more?
K: ...the Homunculi...
M: Anyways... Roger helped us regain control, little by little, making one voice go quiet at a time... until there was just you and me.
K: *facepalm* And instead of you, he chose me.
M: Ironic, isn't it... He was so focused on helping us that he fell in love with you.
K: So Keith...?
M: He was the odd one out. Maybe not as rich as Mark or as great a listener as Roger, but he saw me as who I was... and even when I tried to push him away because I was struggling with my demons, he was always there, watching from the shadows, wishing me the best...
K: So you two...
M: ...Yeah. We were lovers. Only when Roger proposed, he did it to you, rather than me, thinking that I was you.
K: ...
M: Last I heard of Keith, he had not taken our - your - marriage in strive. In fact, he had taken his own life...
K: I'm... I'm sorry.
M: That's when I locked you away. I tried to drown my despair in work, in alcohol... even in other affairs. But it always came back to the surface. All I could see of the world was gray and black. I was free-falling, pushing everyone and everything aside, and even... even...
K: ...tried to kill your children.
M: By the time I had sunk that low, something made me recall an accident from after our wedding. I had been drugged... and raped... and Roger was not there to save you nor me... This made me understand that my daughters were not mine... and that I had been cursed from the day I was born... that I was a monster.
K: ...
M: On that day, I ran from home, from the family I felt I wasn't part of... from the world that hated me so much... on that day... I gave up.
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coming back to this i realixe or remember rather that the description she gives him is dead on to the point of foreshadowing his actual existence after death.
"a shadow, a form that has no shape of it's own, it mimics and copies."
keith became literally a shadow of his former self in the twisted joke i made that was his origin, but after watching a video on dark link from legend of zelda, about how it starts out as a transparent shadow that copies you but over time turns more solid and dark until it gains sentience and fights freely of it's own will and desire.
that's keith's story! all his descendant voices,echoes,parts and more are copies of former characters that eventually found themselves and through the defiant each other, with the dark destiny that held each of them as eventual power supplies for anarki only for nightwish to transcend or descend into a more powerful state.
i always know looking through your stuff helps me,
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I know we don't chat much, but I'm glad I'm doing my part to help you, and vice versa.
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currently working on that "fusion idea" melne and melody.
i can't show it now but i'm mixing a bit of tali from mass effect with fang from ff13.
in mind a perfect form includes melody accepting herself, her literally demons.
mixing melody,melne and melothios.
it's in it's touch up stage...have to say she's currently stunning.
but input, would glowing eyes with no pupils be weird orΒ black scalea?
i'm trying to give her a familiar but exotic beauty, melody's inky oily black hair with melne's flaring red like fire mixed into it with a otherworldy effect added with either pale or darker shade skin from the dark being melothis was.
she's ground,patient and point zero all the main kary parts and pieces started in her, the blue eyed black hair bombshell karyana, wicked sorcereress lauriyana, the shy but strong kaina, the many homunculi with their beauty and beast like traits. i'mΒ trying to convey that in this.
but don't forget it, it's still mel and that's all that matters.
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Sounds like an interesting idea. The idea of the black sclerae was to separate the humans from the homunculi, though some homunculi don't look completely human. One interesting aspect is that the Homunculi cry black tears. In 'The Lupine Empress', when Ruby (formerly Naksha) cried later in the story, her tears were no longer black, which meant that the lupine soul that dwelled inside Karyana and the latter's magic actually changed her down to the physical level - essentially making her a new individual.
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ah i see.
it's similar to the head cannon of most vampires crying bloody tears, which signifies actual sadness and despair.
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"watching from the shadows"
A simple sentence but Suma up so much.
To think that his death is what truly began her downward spiral into darkness.
I wonder what her reaction to the events that warped his soul into the living nightmare anarki is would be.
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Care to remind me?
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After killing himself, dying of a broken heart essentially.
Keith's soul was taken captive by Levi (another angel like luriah but created by unknown for now origins) who tormented him by forcing him to watch the previous events over and over, breaking his mind with the images of melody, karyana,kaina etc 's suffering to torture him, then manipulating and shaping him into a demon by turning feelings of sadness, regret and self hatred to more malicious emotions no longer directed to himself but to others.
"Kill me" became "i want to kill them"
Keith's schizophrenia was turned against him as metaphorical demons turned into literally ones.
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I'm guessing she already figured out that Keith's death was her fault. She'd blame herself / her 'selves' for it, then trying desperately to fix everything.
Keith would likely be the last 'chain of strife' to undo, so...
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A chain that breaks itself.
As I've been rping with the Sargent despite it hastening to be Josephine and lupa and the Defiant.. copulating.
I was pondering a means as to how the idea of Defiant training Alex like merka teaching him.
And I may just have a idea that combines my idea of "the dreamscape" and the well of souls.
Though in depth discussion and thought is needed.
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If I don't work tomorrow, I'll get on Discord so we can talk about it. In the meantime, you can send me a note with your ideas.
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Well done
Alot there, picture ties greatly with title you gave
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