ic canon sharing meme

[isuponyou]

IC Canon Sharing Meme

So you know those wonderful bits of canon that you'd love to see other characters react to, but you can't, either because your character doesn't remember, doesn't know, or would never talk about it? Time to fix that.

Directions:

1. Post up bits (videos, text, etc.) from your character's canons! Happy, silly, heartbreaking, terrifying. Anything goes!
2. Everyone can now see it
3. Thread out reactions!
4. Have fun! Seriously this meme is more self-indulgent threading out things that may never get to happen in-game than anything, just have a ball.

(quite literally stolen from towerofjamjars)

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a | Ellen murders her parents

Mother meant to abandon me.

Mother’s scent, which had given me such comfort, rapidly became something detestable.
The mist like white milk cleared, and I noticed the night air brushed my skin. The sadness in me had vanished.
The flame of the lamp wavered in the corner of my vision.
Beside it, there was a small knife used for crafts.

“Get along with father, won’t you?”
I doubted my ears.
What nonsense was this woman saying? I looked at her skeptically.
Father saw nothing but you, mother.
Don’t you know how much he loved you?
Don’t you know how much father doesn’t love me?
Does this woman really think father and I can get along?
Even though he wants you so much, and loves you so much,
are you going to just give up on accepting his love?
And -

you’re going to give up on loving me too, aren’t you?

Mother slowly parted from me and elegantly wiped her tears. She had the face of a caring mother.
But I gazed at her like she was a woman I never knew.

“Be well, Ellen.”
She picked up her bag and turned to leave.
“Mother.”
I stopped her at once. There was no emotion in it; in fact, it felt like someone else was saying that word.
She put her hand on the front door and hesitated for a few moments. She looked back with a face full of affection.
I hung my head, and muttered something in a voice mother couldn’t hear.
She squatted down to hear me.

Then -
I stabbed her in the throat.
With the little knife nearby.

Red blood spurted out. The woman tried to scream. I didn’t stop. I kept attacking her neck. Relentlessly. Again and again. At every possible angle. The woman collapsed. I shifted my grip to hold the knife underhand. I came down upon her. I bathed in the bloodspray.

I knew that the neck was weak.
Because the cat had attacked the mouse’s neck, and rendered it immobile.
My arms were free.
My arms were free.
I was reminded of the black cat. The beautiful black cat that caught the mouse. Her weapon was her fangs. I thought I had no such weapon. That wasn’t so. My weapon was always so close at hand.

If you won’t love me, I don’t need you.
If you’re loved, but you won’t accept it, I’ll never forgive you.
I admitted it. I admitted I hated mother. And that I was jealous of her, as a woman myself, for being loved by father.
But if only mother could have kept loving me, it would have kept a lid on that hatred.
I could have loved her then.

I let go of my mother’s love. From the thing I had desperately clung to.
As I swallowed her warm blood, I realized.
I could breathe. And yet I had convinced myself that if I let go, I wouldn’t be able to.
In the depths of a sea of blood, I held my knee and sobbed.

That was the real me.
I was the same as the people in the back alley. I avoided looking at the things I didn’t want to see. I wanted to feign ignorance. It certainly existed, but all I did was acknowledge it was there.
When I raised my tear-stained face and smiled, a hand reached for me. I took her hand. Just then, the hand became a bloody knife, and I was standing in the entryway.
The woman before me sat against the door and spoke no longer.

I couldn’t move my limbs, and I felt a bubble in my throat.
I felt disgusting. I felt alive. Living shouldn’t have felt this dirty.
I had learned from the mouse who had promptly gone limp. But still, had my method been wrong? …Tell me, black cat.
Still gripping the knife tightly, I sat down on the floor.
Breaths came from the pit of my stomach. My whole body was hot with pain and fatigue, yet my head alone was peaceful.
The woman, who was my mother, was now a mass that emitted an awful odor.
Dirty.
The sight incited no particular emotion.

I looked at her feet.
The white shoes were now completely red with blood.
I gently picked up one of the shoes between my fingers and gazed at it. I would have to inform the man who bought the shoes. “I’m sorry, but you can’t go together anymore.”
A drop of blood dripped off the end of the shoe like a tear -

Clatter.

It came from behind. I heard a door opening from the back of the room.
I turned only my head around.
Father.
He slowly emerged from the room, looking at me.

The shoe slipped out of my fingers and fell to the floor.
What made my hand slip wasn’t haste, regret, or fear.
…It was a feeling of exaltation.
A smile flowed from my mouth. I almost yelped in delight. But I stayed my beating heart to do it. To stand up and move, so father had a good view of mother’s corpse.
Father’s eyes wavered. He pointed to the corpse with one hand and approached. The light from the lamp clearly illuminated his emaciated body. He was like a worn husk.
His sunken eyes had a strange glow as he looked at the blood-soaked woman’s face.

I was excited.
Because he might shout “Did you do this?!” Because he might raise his hand and hit me.
Because finally, I might have father’s attention.
Father powerlessly kneeled beside the corpse. He held the woman’s chin with a shaking hand. Once he confirmed the face, he hugged the body and began to cry like a beast.
It briefly surprised me, but he quickly turned to quieter sobbing and moaning.

I made an effort to be calm as I whispered,
“I did this.”
I told him.
I tried to hide how much I enjoyed it.
“I did this, father.”
I trembled saying the last word. I had called out that word “father” countless times in dreams, but never before had I actually said it. I was almost moved to tears.
Father looked up briefly, but his wet eyes did not look at me. They returned again to the woman’s corpse.

I had a bad feeling.
My heart had beat with expectation, but my chest filled with something else.
Father kept calling the woman’s name. As if to show my unrest, the flame of the lamp wavered.
“It was me! I did this!”
I spread out my arms. A speck of blood flew off. In my wounded right hand, there was still the knife I tightly gripped. My weapon.
But father only continued to cry, and didn’t move an inch.
My face went pale.

“Father.”
My shouting had become crying.
No matter how much I called at him, he wouldn’t even look at me.
…Why?
Why won’t you look at me? Why that woman?
Why - why must you keep proving how you don’t love me?
“Stop.”
Stop. Don’t look at her. I don’t want to see this.
As father’s wailing grew louder, my despair increased. There was noise welling in my ears.
My teeth clattered.
My whole body shook, and I screamed
“STOP!!”
And I swung the knife down to draw the curtain on the hellish scene.

b | Ellen's tirade against God

I didn’t need to invite them. They just came right in. The demon had his mouth open, like a great gate for them to pass into one after another.
They all had their determination, their firm resolve, but once they entered, that was the end for them. They were eaten alive. What a joke.
Why did they say they wanted to kill me?
Why was it thought that I should be killed?
I decided to ask the brain of the person coming to attack me.
And I found that yes, I was evil. I had killed innocent people, thus evil. I had killed many, thus evil. So I had to be killed.

Hmph. I thought about what I’d done. And about what I was going to do. Yes, from your point of view, perhaps it was so.
But in my eyes, you are evil. Because you’re impeding upon my wish. You won’t allow it to come true.
Evil, because I kill innocent people? Aren’t you trying to kill me? Then how are you not evil?
Hm? God told you so?
…What a pain.

I spoke as I strangled them with rose vines.
I know. Evil is just a word you say to people doing things you don’t like. That’s all it is.
And you just decide what kind of person deserves to be killed as you please.
Yet you want to give a reason for it, don’t you? You want to label everything as good or evil?
But it’s only humans who do those idiotic things.
All other creatures, when they want to kill, just kill. And not only so they can eat. Cats even kill bugs for fun.
They don’t need a reason for everything. They want to do it, so they just do it.
I’m the same as them, killing because I want to kill. What makes you any different? You only want to kill me because you want to.

Yes, go on and believe in your god.
But he’s not going to save you. If I was going to receive divine punishment for doing what you say is evil, I would have been struck by lightning long ago.
Here’s what I think. God dropped us down here to suffer. To live our lives clinging to him and begging for help. So we’d never forget to pray to him.
And thus you and I have both suffered.
Hey, are you listening? I squatted down to talk to them, but their body was already motionless.

c | Ellen betrays Viola
She was sure to hear out my wish.
Because she was so kind.
Because she was so trusting.
When we traded bodies... Viola, you must have been surprised.
My body was falling apart. It hurt all over.
I was used to it, but I suppose you couldn't take it.
It must have hurt. You cried in pain.
So then I gave you medicine.
A throat-burning medicine. It made you unable to speak.
After all, I didn't want to hear my own screams.
Since I lied that it would stop the pain, of course you would drink it. Heehee.
Then I escaped from this room.
In the garden, I felt the gentle breeze. Ahh... It was wonderful.
Ah, that's right.
Before you came, I gouged my eyes out.
I cut off my legs.
So that Viola, in my body, would despair as she died.
Ahhh... Viola.
My dear 'friend.'
So kind, so charming, so loved. And with all that, so foolish.
My dear 'friend.'