The Dude Decides To Relax With A Videogame With A Cute Bunny In It

Easier than taking a lollipop from a baby.

That's my little guy! That's my horribly traumatized little archivist!

Look at him! My guy!

Moodboard of Benito Ranha for @filazuli !! This one was so fun to make. Like, way too fun. :3

Do u think before he ate pacs leg and started riots and shit cellbit was initially known as the crazy guy in prison because he claimed to know the grim reaper personally and was fresh off a battlefield at like 15 and then pac y Mike met bad on quesadilla island and they were like "oh" and then guaxinim and jv met bad in purgatory 2 and they were like "oh" because i think thatd be really funny

I think we move on too quickly from this Jaiden and Bagi: Failed Baghera and Cellbit: Issued Mouse and Étoiles: Rejected ElQuackity and Arin: Obsuleted

Kisses

"I hope Cellbit is still in purgatory and killing all those fuckers, all of them. I hope Cellbit is still a cannibal and eating those fuckers after killing them."

"I do too."

HOLY SHIT?!?!

The fact that it's Bagi and Pac saying this???

The fact that it's two people who are some of the most affected by Cellbit's homicidal behaviors saying this???

The fact that it's two people who actually really want Cellbit to get better saying this???

OUGH!!!

does anyone else also think about the fact that fjv and fcell were very close before becoming "enemies"

If anyone wants to ask any of these about our fandudes, please do!

WEIRDLY SPECIFIC BUT HELPFUL CHARACTER BUILDING QUESTIONS

What’s the lie your character says most often?

How loosely or strictly do they use the word ‘friend’?

How often do they show their genuine emotions to others versus just the audience knowing?

What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss?

Can they cry on command? If so, what do they think about to make it happen?

What’s their favorite [insert anything] that they’ve never recommended to anyone before?

What would you (mun) yell in the middle of a crowd to find them? What would their best friend and/or romantic partner yell?

How loose is their use of the phrase ‘I love you’?

Do they give tough love or gentle love most often? Which do they prefer to receive?

What fact do they excitedly tell everyone about at every opportunity?

If someone was impersonating them, what would friends / family ask or do to tell the difference?

What’s something that makes them laugh every single time? Be specific!

When do they fake a smile? How often?

How do they put out a candle?

What’s the most obvious difference between their behavior at home, at work, at school, with friends, and when they’re alone?

What kinds of people do they have arguments with in their head?

What do they notice first in the mirror versus what most people first notice looking at them?

Who do they love truly, 100% unconditionally (if anyone)?

What would they do if stuck in a room with the person they’ve been avoiding?

Who do they like as a person but hate their work? Vice versa, whose work do they like but don’t like the person?

What common etiquette do they disagree with? Do they still follow it?

What simple activity that most people do / can do scares your character?

What do they feel guilty for that the other person(s) doesn’t / don’t even remember?

Did they take a cookie from the cookie jar? What kind of cookie was it?

What subject / topic do they know a lot about that’s completely useless to the direct plot?

How would they respond to being fired by a good boss?

What’s the worst gift they ever received? How did they respond?

What do they tell people they want? What do they actually want?

How do they respond when someone doesn’t believe them?

When they make a mistake and feel bad, does the guilt differ when it’s personal versus when it’s professional?

When do they feel the most guilt? How do they respond to it?

If they committed one petty crime / misdemeanor, what would it be? Why?

How do they greet someone they dislike / hate?

How do they greet someone they like / love?

What is the smallest, morally questionable choice they’ve made?

Who do they keep in their life for professional gain? Is it for malicious intent?

What’s a secret they haven’t told serious romantic partners and don’t plan to tell?

What hobby are they good at in private, but bad at in front of others? Why?

Would they rather be invited to an event to feel included or be excluded from an event if they were not genuinely wanted there?

How do they respond to a loose handshake? What goes through their head?

What phrases, pronunciations, or mannerisms did they pick up from someone / somewhere else?

If invited to a TED Talk, what topic would they present on? What would the title of their presentation be?

What do they commonly misinterpret because of their own upbringing / environment / biases? How do they respond when realizing the misunderstanding?

What language would be easiest for them to learn? Why?

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

Are they a listener or a talker? If they’re a listener, what makes them talk? If they’re a talker, what makes them listen?

Who have they forgotten about that remembers them very well?

Who would they say ‘yes’ to if invited to do something they abhorred / strongly didn’t want to do?

Would they eat something they find gross to be polite?

What belief / moral / personality trait do they stand by that you (mun) personally don’t agree with?

What’s a phrase they say a lot?

Do they act on their immediate emotions, or do they wait for the facts before acting?

Who would / do they believe without question?

What’s their instinct in a fight / flight / freeze / fawn situation?

What’s something they’re expected to enjoy based on their hobbies / profession that they actually dislike / hate?

If they’re scared, who do they want comfort from? Does this answer change depending on the type of fear?

What’s a simple daily activity / motion that they mess up often?

How many hobbies have they attempted to have over their lifetime? Is there a common theme?

Pac: I don't know if you remember, we left Cell on an island with just a bullet and a revolver at his disposal and we fled. So, theoretically, we outsmarted* Cell and gave him what he deserved, understand? So, my headcanon, understand? You know? But the drawing was really cool.

[ *passar a perna – literally to deceive, but the direct translation is like a leg sweep, which is why Chat responds with "What leg?" ]

Pac: [Reading chat] What leg? Yeah, not the right one. Wait– not the right. Exactly. The left. Is it the left? Wait, which leg did I lose? [...] No, wait– the left, because my dominant leg is the right. So I will choose the left. [Reading chat] "You chose?" I like to think I had the power to choose.

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Pac talks about Fuga Impossível lore and implies that Cell let him decide which leg he'd lose. 🔪

[ Full transcript / translation ↓ ]

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Pac: Guys, it's not the other way around, in my headcanon– in my headcanon– you have to know how to respect my headcanon. In my headcanon– because, I don't know if you remember, we left Cell on an island with just a bullet and a revolver at his disposal and we fled. So, theoretically, we outsmarted* Cell and gave him what he deserved, understand? So, my headcanon, understand? You know? But the drawing was really cool.

[ *passar a perna – literally to deceive, but the direct translation is like a leg sweep, which is why Chat responds with "What leg?" ]

Pac: [Reading chat] What leg? Yeah, not the right one. Wait– not the right. Exactly. The left. Is it the left? Wait, which leg did I lose? Oh sht... [Long pause] I don't remember, man. Oh, I don't know guys, I don't know. Did I decide? Oh, man. None? I'm kidding–

Pac: Well, if I have to decide? The right? I don't know. Nobody knows, right? But this drawing was really cool, it was really cool. You choose one there and I choose the right one. No, wait– the left, because my dominant leg is the right. So I will choose the left. Because like, I'm thinking like this, look what came into my head: Which leg would go away? Wow, I thought "So, if I'm going to kick a ball, I'm going to shoot it with my right leg. If I didn't have a right leg, I wouldn't be able to shoot the ball properly. So I prefer the left." That was my line of thinking, you know? I don't know. It's a bad example, right? And that's it, right? [Reading chat] "You chose?" Yeah, I like to think I had the power to choose.

Some Mr. Verity backstory headcanons

Honestly, we know pretty much next to nothing outside of his life as the Mr. Verity and I believe this is rather on purpose: all there is to him is his endless dedication for the hunt to the paranormal for that all his life has been and probably will ever be, or so he believes, so I kind of thought about some hcs about his backstory:

His name is Abraham. I kind of hc'ed his name before as Theodore but when I saw someone pointing out that he is a foil to Abraham Strach, I believe Cellbit subtly pointed that his name is Abraham as well, since we know that in his driver's license is registered as "A. Verity".

There simply isn't a period in his life prior to the paranormal: His oldest memory is him, knife in hand and backed against a wall as he pants, staring at the blood zombie he just killed. He doesn't remember anything prior, if he had parents, family, nothing. A boy who came out of nothing and with nowhere to go.

The agents that found him reach the conclusion that he's an orphan or maybe the cult they killed claimed the lives of his parents too, it's impossible to know. As the order valued secrecy above all in his period, they just send him to an orphanage and hope that the kid somehow forgets it all and lives a normal life.

However, he knows about the supernatural, he could never forget it even if he tried, so he does a bit of detective work on his own and it takes years to finally find them again, but he does so anyway.

To say the least, the Ordo is in equal parts ashamed and astonished to have been discovered by a teenager, who all but pleads to let him enter, they refuse at first, after all, he's just a child, but after Verity gives them some strategic pointers on what to do on a mission, which ends up saving the lives of a whole squad of agents, they relent and let him enter as kind of an assistant.

Verity spends little time doing stuff that isn't related to the paranormal: he's either training his body or his mind and when the question of who's the most promissing sharpshooter, fighter or investigator of the Order pops up, the answer to that question is always Verity.

The previous leader of the then Ordo Veritatis was a man much like our Verity, being the one who personally trained him and was as methodical and focused as Veri. Still, in that period of time, knowing other agents identities was prohibited because of security and perhaps even self-preservation reasons, rule that the then leader of the Ordo Veritatis upholded.

As such, he was a kind of father figure to Veri, however, he was a bit emotionally distant but quite similar to his pupil in many ways.

Verity dedicates himself wholly to the fight against the paranormal because that is all that his life is and will ever be: He doesn't believe that he has a "future", he doesn't believe he could learn a trade and have a normal job, he knows that all there is to him is his talent (or perhaps talent is the wrong word, talent implies a natural predisposition, and Verity knows he worked to turn himself into whatever he is now, he chose this).

His first mission is uneventful, his group quickly annihilating the creatures that plagued a certain place, and seeing the sheer power of the group, they get drafted in more and more missions together. Verity knows he shouldn't, but... he grows curious about his teammates. One evening, in a moment of respite while in a mission, the topic of the masks is brought up and one of the rowdier and louder ones of his team thinks they're a fucking terrible idea that they honestly get on the way of his breathing and before any of them can protest, he yanks the mask off. There's silence at first, before another other removes the mask and Verity is stunned with the most gorgeous man he'd ever seen in his life saying that he agrees that the masks are dumb. He looks at the others, waiting for fellow disapproval only to see others taking them off. He's the last one to take it off and it's the actual first day he actually meets his teammates, the ones who he had been investigating and risking their lives together for months now.

Christopher Cohen, Aaron, Chizue Akechi, Francisca Parker and Arnaldo Fritz quickly become the most important people in his life. He knew it was arrogance and it could get you killed in the battlefield but he felt invincible with them, all of them working like the most powerful and well-oiled machine he ever had the pleasure of being part of. The life expectancy of an agent is... not great, but they were the legendary agents that won against any creature or cult no matter how strong. Verity sometimes even wanted for his next mission to be with them because he knew everything was going to be alright as long as they fought together.

However, the Annihilators, as they dubbed themselves, wasn't the only team he participated on and in many of those teams, despite the best of his talent and skill, it was not enough, people still died, he still had to report their deaths, give news of their ends to families who had no idea how their beloved ones simply... died. Verity asked himself all the time if there was more he could do to become smarter, sharper, strong enough to protect all of them and make the fight against the supernatural a little less frightening. The answer he often gives himself is "I don't know."

He tries to live on because of others, because of the image of the all-seeing strategist and leader of the Ordo, he tries to incorporate those lost lives in his mania to fight. If they can no longer breathe and taste and dance, he will take all those blows and pain that will never be onto himself. If they become a memory, he carries their memories like ghosts in his mind. It's all he can do: fight and remember them.

He feels guilty for surviving at times. Logically, he knows that those things are bound to happen in the battlefield, but he often feels that it should be him, the barely-a-person to die in the jaws of a monstrosity from the Other Side than... actual people with lives and future.

Arnaldo once told him that, despite his claims, Verity is someone who loves all of the agents of the order, and deeply, but he struggles to see that

Verity has a severe case of workaholism and survivor's syndrome. To work and investigate is both a way of deepening his perception that he needs to be punished for surviving and of dissuading his anxieties.

It's doesn't surprise anyone that he's appointed to be the next Mr. Verity, like it's a throne that he has earned ages ago, and yet, the news doesn't exactly fill him with joy, only responsability, his burden solidified. He accepts it in the name of all those who died before him, of all those who he remembers

That man needs to retire RIGHT NOW and spend time with his daughter istg