Viwl/muwgman Angst

devoid is hated by everyone except void lol void is basically like bendy, but somehow more emo, has red eyes, and hides all demonic features. this also isn't his original body, as his first one was physical destroyed past use, so his adoptive father (which goes into a whole new can of beans) magically made a new one for him and tailored it to voids likes. while bendy moves through ink, void moves through shadows, and devoid moves through light. i think we made devoid kinda like? a black light?? idk it's been a while since i've worked on him (2 years) void drinks a lot, and at one point was married to an alternate mugman, and they had- a lot of kids. i think it was like 17 bc the whole thing was a crackjoke kinda thing. i'd describe void as a functional alcoholic. (also i'm no longer friends with the person who made the alt mugs, nor on good terms, so they got divorced and void got the kids 💔)

ncvmbn rambles my bendy has two brothers who're oc's. void, and devoid void is bendy's twin, and takes on a more catlike vibe over a demon one. and then devoid is just. he's something. he started out as a friends oc, who was gifted to me and i've not been able to clearly work him out yet. devoid is older than the twins, and takes a pale white appearance, and he's funky. void is one of the demons who possesses and annoys cups later on, mostly out of spite for *cough* killing his brother *cough*. they're neat, twins are dysfunctional, void is missing an eye cause bendy accidentally ripped it out, yk the works

u shld totally make a character/ref sheet

ANYWAY

devoid sounds like a demon that id fw ngl cuz 😭

i need more devoid lore though he sounds like he'd either be hated or loved-

does void look exactly like bendy or do they have their differences? (appearance wise and personality wise besides the cat-like vibe LOL)

HEHE THE FELLA, THE GOOBER, THE SILLY, THE LIL STANKY MAN

yooo, it's my birthday innn *checks time* 7 hours :D

HALLOWEEN EVENT, I'VE ALMOST WON

open your boops i beg

WHATS A BOOP

Water

He's home.

He stands in front of that little cottage on the beach fronted woods, listening to the waves crash against the rocks.

He walks.

He walks up the hill behind the house, slightly to the left. Theres a cliff there, his cliff. He goes there from time to time, to stare at the city miles away, on a different coast. As he walks, his hooves make soft sounds in the damp grass. Dew. Huh. Must be morning.

He loves his cliff. Loves imagining what wonders lie across the vast waters. He does not love water. He had never been able to understand swimming. He wasn't human, he likely couldn't even swim at all. He couldn't swim.

Sometimes he'd go to the gravely beach, make little towers of rocks and driftwood. He would wander into the water, but never too deep. He couldn't swim.

He reached the cliff top. He'd never strayed too close to the edge though, he knew the water was deep where the cliff ended. He didn't care for water. He couldn't swim.

He kept walking. He should stop now, the edge is close.

But he doesn't.

The soft thuds of his hooves feel loud in the cold, silent air.

And now the cliff is gone. He's falling. He likes falling, but this is wrong. He should be in control, but he's not. His wings should have caught him already. They've not, refusing to unfold from his back, as if restrained by cold, invisible hands, taunting him as he fell.

The boy hit the water, cold rushing all around him as the liquid abyss drags him deep below the surface. It burns, the heat of the monsters skin instantly boiling the water as it touches him, screams ripping from his unnatural throat. Fluid rushes into his lungs, searing the inside of his scarred flesh. He tastes his own blood, more rich than a humans. It would have been smooth, if the demonic side of him didn't taint it with darkness. Not that it matters now.

He sinks, deeper and deeper, pain and terror causing his body to lock up, as the morning sun above him seems to grow dark, flicker, and go out. The only sound he hears now is the sound of the water, almost tauntingly calm as it drags him deeper, limbs still as he sinks further into the water, feeling colder than ice as his bodies scorching innards cool. His eyes never close, all sight having already been boiled away, leaving half filled sockets. His lungs try to push the water from them, but it's no use.

Finally his wings extend, far too late to save him now, only slowing his decent into the cold, liquid madness that is the Sea and its torturous grasp.

*skitters in a violent rage, spinning in circles*

randomly decided to work with X and make a massive stockpile of every cc/lil lucifer ask/lore post and organize it into separate plot points and order, yippe

@xshimaeraxx we're so doomed

oh sweet jebus thats a lot of things i've liked

IM CEYING WHO THE FUCK SPAMMED APPLES IN MY GIMMICKS 😭😭😭/nm / silly

LMFAAOAO IM GIGLGGING

also, also, hear me out. they're pirates

@xshimaeraxx AU IDEA!! au where instead of them going to work in the casino, they work with porkrind as a type of like? antique collector/bounty hunters type thing. mugs could learn more about animi's by literally digging through the dumps and ruins for artifacts, and pocketing them, experimenting on them before giving them to porkrind and cups does it cause idk, boys an adrenaline junky and sometimes he gets to break into rich peoples homes and steal their old fancy crap. plus porkrind basically pays them both in booze and a safe spot to live

@xshimaeraxx AU IDEA!! au where instead of them going to work in the casino, they work with porkrind as a type of like? antique collector/bounty hunters type thing. mugs could learn more about animi's by literally digging through the dumps and ruins for artifacts, and pocketing them, experimenting on them before giving them to porkrind and cups does it cause idk, boys an adrenaline junky and sometimes he gets to break into rich peoples homes and steal their old fancy crap. plus porkrind basically pays them both in booze and a safe spot to live