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Redesigning Floraverse - Because PK is a fucking idiot
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Half-assed doodle of my concept. He had a brief run-in with PK once in which she broke one of his arms because he made a mild complaint directed at her.
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Good lord, how have I not gone through this thread sooner? It's autistic, but like...the "pure" kind? Definitely something I jive with (and personally am in no position to shit on, lmao).
Anyways, I haven't caught up on the thread yet, but I guess it's fair to mention that I attempted rewriting Floraverse--not to the degree y'all have, but just enough to make it palatable. I don't want to intrude on what you've got going on so far, but it's troubling how much thought I've into this.
Also I need to draw some fanart at some point but lord knows when that'll be.
Anyways, I haven't caught up on the thread yet, but I guess it's fair to mention that I attempted rewriting Floraverse--not to the degree y'all have, but just enough to make it palatable. I don't want to intrude on what you've got going on so far, but it's troubling how much thought I've into this.
I had decided to make it so that the weird beings at the start were actually humans, which I was initially disappointed by since I think there's a lot of potential there for exploring themes of humanity's survival, arrogance, etc etc. Here, the Masked Sun is an arrogant goddess who wasn't happy with her creations, so when they discovered her she decided to wipe them out and replace them with Floran denizens, imbuing only the worthiest of the human race (which in her eyes still varies pretty wildly, given our cast of characters) with her own magic in the hopes of creating a more harmonious world.
Purgatory is the big trash bin where the dead go and where the souls of humanity languish; when something from Flora is sucked into Purgatory, their old human forms are exposed, and the accompanying melancholy comes from the realization that they had an entire life taken away from them. Angels are essentially manifestations of the remaining dregs of humanity. The giant black masses of eyes we see are thrones, which are dozens of souls often merged into amorphous blobs cooperating as one mass to reach out and otherwise dominate Purgatory, and they appear the way they do because their very existence clashes with Flora's reality; they manifest into Flora in a desperate attempt to enlighten Florans to no avail, and inevitably get extinguished for it. Cherubs (the little moles) are angels that refuse to become a part of any throne, but with enough hardship they may ascend to a higher rank within Purgatorial society, become a demon and escape purgatory or, in the case of the Troupe, be able to slip back and forth between both worlds and manifest and alter Flora's reality with little disruption; as we see, very few cherubs ascend this high.
Turns out there's a lot more to work with this way. The angel Min and Cress encounter give them hints at who they used to be before Flora existed, the Itchy Itchy virus turns demons back into humans and restores their memories, and Beleth gets sent back to purgatory. I never really thought about how the seeds and the Troupe played into all this, given that I wrote it before This Is War started; I would think Min's seeds and her fairy circle are fated to link Topside, Hellside, and Purgatory's worlds together, and the Troupe is trying desperately to find a coherent way to make sure those seeds don't get destroyed or into the wrong hands. (Shmoopy is very likely the Masked Sun's biggest mistake following humanity and cannot control him; he was supposed to guide new Florans, but he just doesn't give a fuck.)
Purgatory is the big trash bin where the dead go and where the souls of humanity languish; when something from Flora is sucked into Purgatory, their old human forms are exposed, and the accompanying melancholy comes from the realization that they had an entire life taken away from them. Angels are essentially manifestations of the remaining dregs of humanity. The giant black masses of eyes we see are thrones, which are dozens of souls often merged into amorphous blobs cooperating as one mass to reach out and otherwise dominate Purgatory, and they appear the way they do because their very existence clashes with Flora's reality; they manifest into Flora in a desperate attempt to enlighten Florans to no avail, and inevitably get extinguished for it. Cherubs (the little moles) are angels that refuse to become a part of any throne, but with enough hardship they may ascend to a higher rank within Purgatorial society, become a demon and escape purgatory or, in the case of the Troupe, be able to slip back and forth between both worlds and manifest and alter Flora's reality with little disruption; as we see, very few cherubs ascend this high.
Turns out there's a lot more to work with this way. The angel Min and Cress encounter give them hints at who they used to be before Flora existed, the Itchy Itchy virus turns demons back into humans and restores their memories, and Beleth gets sent back to purgatory. I never really thought about how the seeds and the Troupe played into all this, given that I wrote it before This Is War started; I would think Min's seeds and her fairy circle are fated to link Topside, Hellside, and Purgatory's worlds together, and the Troupe is trying desperately to find a coherent way to make sure those seeds don't get destroyed or into the wrong hands. (Shmoopy is very likely the Masked Sun's biggest mistake following humanity and cannot control him; he was supposed to guide new Florans, but he just doesn't give a fuck.)
Also I need to draw some fanart at some point but lord knows when that'll be.
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@Tripton I dig the Purgatory/Nowhere rank system. Emphasizing fate tying seeds and fairy circles is good too. I really like your interpretation of Glip's train wreck of a story.
Relating Jupet's/Beleth's dead fairy circle and its relation to Nowhere to Min's seeds has nice potential to tie some of Floraverse's loose ends. (And nicely guts Neon and co. as shoe-horned main players.)
I'd love to see this incorporated into Loveless. The Troupe are trying desperately as you said, and Double Mole (aka "the director", aka Encore, aka Papaya [1], aka M(x)HOTHEAD, aka Glip) is canonically not among the Troupe [2, 3].
I look forward to see your fanart, whenever you get around to it.
Relating Jupet's/Beleth's dead fairy circle and its relation to Nowhere to Min's seeds has nice potential to tie some of Floraverse's loose ends. (And nicely guts Neon and co. as shoe-horned main players.)
I'd love to see this incorporated into Loveless. The Troupe are trying desperately as you said, and Double Mole (aka "the director", aka Encore, aka Papaya [1], aka M(x)HOTHEAD, aka Glip) is canonically not among the Troupe [2, 3].
...Glip's canonically derailing the Troupe's efforts with their piss poor writing in Loveless?
I look forward to see your fanart, whenever you get around to it.
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Very spicy! I wish i'd have thought of that. I'd totally put this in the backstory, but i have a feeling i'd butcher it.
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Thank you!!! Again, I still need to go back and read the whole story and I don't wanna intrude on your framework here, but if you did incorporate it into Loveless, I'd be flattered.
I'm technically procrastinating on something right now (I'm a college student, what can I say?), but I do have a rough idea for a character based on my musings, should it get implemented.
Given that there's a lot of stuff I made up on the fly, take this with a grain of salt. But there's a little more food for thought for ya. PK's earlier stuff has been a decent bit of inspiration for me, so I'm glad I could at least turn shit into impure gold. lmao I'm taking this way too seriously, bring in the jigsaws
EDIT: switchin some names around and adding some sick angsty backstory:
I'm technically procrastinating on something right now (I'm a college student, what can I say?), but I do have a rough idea for a character based on my musings, should it get implemented.
Name: Triple
Species: Manticore/Foxbat imp (with a little rabbat mixed in, oops)
Pronouns: She/her (cis female)
Birthday: TBD
Astrological Sign: TBD
Affinity: Poison
Languages: Common (tribal variant), Prattle
Age: Adult
Place of Origin: TBD
Because of her unusual parentage and upbringing, Triple's appearance and behavior is alienating even by Floran standards, and Florans have thus eschewed her from society as a whole. Not that she minds, though--her parents were weird survivalists who lived off the land and relied on their own magic to survive, so she followed suit. Despite this and her being a poison affinal, she has always been intrigued by more civilized society, and out of sheer curiosity has become a sort of witch doctor; by combining her inherent ability to make new biological concoctions and control other species with them, her cargo cult-like accumulation of Floran artifacts, and her desire to bring the two worlds together, she has made biotechnology that rivals even our own machinery.
In her final days, after looking briefly into the eyes of a throne, she found herself consumed with a desire to understand what it was and who made it, only coming out to hunt for food and steal equipment. After weeks of grueling work, malnourished and scraggly, she came up with a crude device she felt sure was able to transmit signals outside of Flora and into Purgatory.
Species: Manticore/Foxbat imp (with a little rabbat mixed in, oops)
Pronouns: She/her (cis female)
Birthday: TBD
Astrological Sign: TBD
Affinity: Poison
Languages: Common (tribal variant), Prattle
Age: Adult
Place of Origin: TBD
Because of her unusual parentage and upbringing, Triple's appearance and behavior is alienating even by Floran standards, and Florans have thus eschewed her from society as a whole. Not that she minds, though--her parents were weird survivalists who lived off the land and relied on their own magic to survive, so she followed suit. Despite this and her being a poison affinal, she has always been intrigued by more civilized society, and out of sheer curiosity has become a sort of witch doctor; by combining her inherent ability to make new biological concoctions and control other species with them, her cargo cult-like accumulation of Floran artifacts, and her desire to bring the two worlds together, she has made biotechnology that rivals even our own machinery.
In her final days, after looking briefly into the eyes of a throne, she found herself consumed with a desire to understand what it was and who made it, only coming out to hunt for food and steal equipment. After weeks of grueling work, malnourished and scraggly, she came up with a crude device she felt sure was able to transmit signals outside of Flora and into Purgatory.
Name: Metanoia
Species: Cherub
Pronouns: She/her
Shortly after Triple activated the device, she discovered that she had repeated the mistake humans had made all those years ago, and when the Masked Sun caught wind, she sent her to Purgatory. There, she remembered who she was before Flora began, a human polymath who made her own works of art and helped start the movement that inspired humanity to discover the Masked Sun. This realization ate away at her, and soon enough, the more she remembered, the more she shrank, until she took on the meek form of a cherub.
In Purgatory, once a Floran stays long enough to become a cherub and remembers who they used to be, they are expected to form a new identity from those memories. These memories include their human name, but these are placeholders for when a cherub fits into a role so well or has a trait so unique that a specific word can replace it; for cherub!Triple, this placeholder was Alice (no relation to the cat). Over time, as Alice walked through decimated cities and gazed back into walking abysses, she nestled into her role as an artist, inspiring others through complex, meaningful pieces that struck into the hearts of even the largest, oldest thrones. With that, she was christened Metanoia, named for the state of change all residents of Purgatory must endure to escape.
Of course, her art caught the attention of a throne (whose form looked suspiciously like hands with one eye in their palm, by the by), who invited her to join their masses. By melding herself into their collective consciousness, she saw and learned a great deal about the growing debauchery of Florans as thrones who had staked their claim in small areas and responded back in easy-to-digest, even humorous reports. She had even read about a few of the Masked Sun's proxies (not the Troupe btw), how they had abused their power to torment Florans and Purgatorials alike. She found herself freely jumping in and out of this throne at her leisure, a brief form of respite in this hellscape.
It was only a matter of time when a proxy finally encountered the throne, and she and the other participants had underestimated its temper when one proxy in particular approached them.
And for the third time in Triple's existence, the Masked Sun killed her.
Species: Cherub
Pronouns: She/her
Shortly after Triple activated the device, she discovered that she had repeated the mistake humans had made all those years ago, and when the Masked Sun caught wind, she sent her to Purgatory. There, she remembered who she was before Flora began, a human polymath who made her own works of art and helped start the movement that inspired humanity to discover the Masked Sun. This realization ate away at her, and soon enough, the more she remembered, the more she shrank, until she took on the meek form of a cherub.
In Purgatory, once a Floran stays long enough to become a cherub and remembers who they used to be, they are expected to form a new identity from those memories. These memories include their human name, but these are placeholders for when a cherub fits into a role so well or has a trait so unique that a specific word can replace it; for cherub!Triple, this placeholder was Alice (no relation to the cat). Over time, as Alice walked through decimated cities and gazed back into walking abysses, she nestled into her role as an artist, inspiring others through complex, meaningful pieces that struck into the hearts of even the largest, oldest thrones. With that, she was christened Metanoia, named for the state of change all residents of Purgatory must endure to escape.
Of course, her art caught the attention of a throne (whose form looked suspiciously like hands with one eye in their palm, by the by), who invited her to join their masses. By melding herself into their collective consciousness, she saw and learned a great deal about the growing debauchery of Florans as thrones who had staked their claim in small areas and responded back in easy-to-digest, even humorous reports. She had even read about a few of the Masked Sun's proxies (not the Troupe btw), how they had abused their power to torment Florans and Purgatorials alike. She found herself freely jumping in and out of this throne at her leisure, a brief form of respite in this hellscape.
It was only a matter of time when a proxy finally encountered the throne, and she and the other participants had underestimated its temper when one proxy in particular approached them.
And for the third time in Triple's existence, the Masked Sun killed her.
Name: Tripton (clever, I know)
Species: Thronedrop (maybe Seraph? not sure how drops would work quite yet)
Pronouns: Literal They (like a multiple system, except they're acting as one entity)
Birthday: TBD
Astrological Sign: TBD
Affinity: None
Languages: Common
Age: Adult
Place of Origin: TBD
Generally, proxies aren't supposed to kill angels, just put them in their place. But this one in particular, evidently fed up its in pitiful existence, focused all its power--the same power bestowed by the Masked Sun, the power to create, destroy, and restore--killed a throne so forcefully it morphed it into a stable form and launched it onto Topside. As with demons like Beleth who make it to Hell and back with some super-powerful guidance, the resulting entity known as Tripton has a fairly clear memory of their experience...at least, as clear as a super-condensed throne-community's collective memory can be. Even in such a concentrated shape, their default form is still terrifying to the average Floran, but with enough determination they can put on a fairly convincing façade, and they can (albeit very awkwardly) stare down a throne. Thrones also tend to have their own hierarchy within their masses--indicated by the sizes of the various eyes, with the largest one being the de facto "leader"--so Triple/Metanoia herself might be the one whose lead they follow when Tripton themselves gets too unstable to form a façade.
I have no idea how they'd factor into Loveless, but I imagine they're a rambly conspiracy theorist type whose conspiracies actually have some weight to them, and they'd be on board with helping stop whatever PK-related turmoil plagues Flora at the moment.
Species: Thronedrop (maybe Seraph? not sure how drops would work quite yet)
Pronouns: Literal They (like a multiple system, except they're acting as one entity)
Birthday: TBD
Astrological Sign: TBD
Affinity: None
Languages: Common
Age: Adult
Place of Origin: TBD
Generally, proxies aren't supposed to kill angels, just put them in their place. But this one in particular, evidently fed up its in pitiful existence, focused all its power--the same power bestowed by the Masked Sun, the power to create, destroy, and restore--killed a throne so forcefully it morphed it into a stable form and launched it onto Topside. As with demons like Beleth who make it to Hell and back with some super-powerful guidance, the resulting entity known as Tripton has a fairly clear memory of their experience...at least, as clear as a super-condensed throne-community's collective memory can be. Even in such a concentrated shape, their default form is still terrifying to the average Floran, but with enough determination they can put on a fairly convincing façade, and they can (albeit very awkwardly) stare down a throne. Thrones also tend to have their own hierarchy within their masses--indicated by the sizes of the various eyes, with the largest one being the de facto "leader"--so Triple/Metanoia herself might be the one whose lead they follow when Tripton themselves gets too unstable to form a façade.
I have no idea how they'd factor into Loveless, but I imagine they're a rambly conspiracy theorist type whose conspiracies actually have some weight to them, and they'd be on board with helping stop whatever PK-related turmoil plagues Flora at the moment.
Given that there's a lot of stuff I made up on the fly, take this with a grain of salt. But there's a little more food for thought for ya. PK's earlier stuff has been a decent bit of inspiration for me, so I'm glad I could at least turn shit into impure gold. lmao I'm taking this way too seriously, bring in the jigsaws
EDIT: switchin some names around and adding some sick angsty backstory:
I would imagine that returning to Flora would trigger a LOT of nasty memories of what happened before everyone in Tripton's body went to Purgatory. The first two people Tripton encounters are Triple's parents, who they find have not only become shells of their former selves, but also instinctively attack them on sight thinking that they're a mindless throne. As more and more people they collectively recognize recoil in horror and generally act as vicious and abhorrently as the proxy who "killed" them did, they become more determined than ever to stop the Masked Sun's plague upon on her own people, likely mirroring the same passion Triple had to find the Masked Sun herself. Because to them, not only does everyone they knew have apparent dementia, but this happens with people they don't even know, and they are caught in a neverending cycle of grief.
Also, given that each eye on their body likely represents a different individual, if one of Tripton's eyes gets damaged or removed while they aren't in a façade, they will lose a considerable amount of memory, both retained and obtained. We've seen that thrones can regenerate eyes where they take heavy damage, but these smaller eyes represent disjointed parts of a whole person, and as such the memories that person had are fragmented. God help Tripton if Triple's eye sustains any damage.
Also, given that each eye on their body likely represents a different individual, if one of Tripton's eyes gets damaged or removed while they aren't in a façade, they will lose a considerable amount of memory, both retained and obtained. We've seen that thrones can regenerate eyes where they take heavy damage, but these smaller eyes represent disjointed parts of a whole person, and as such the memories that person had are fragmented. God help Tripton if Triple's eye sustains any damage.
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If you wrote anything for this, I would include it in as like, a interlude.
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I might've messed up the names. Jupet is the fucker in the robot. I edited in the names proper after i posted one of the screencaps.
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Damn those god dang chickens for not taking this all lying down.
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