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reblogging this after today's episode's reappearance

i love you, disturbing assassin octopus with human eyeball. are you single?

bonus content lore: i tried to add eyelashes to the octopus but she just slayed too hard with her lash extensions. i had to take them back out so she didn't look too UWU about her stand off with a half-dressed, cheeks-out, difficult-to-murder teacher. like so

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The fic potential of neil staying with johnny after his haven got raided....

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A path foreward

[small speedpaint under the cut]

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Help I'm relistening to the finale and the clock struck midnight when Neil got the mask and learned that Eden is the path foreward and now it's my birthday.

Ik this doesn't make sense but it hit me okay.

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I need a miles stress ball where when you squeeze him his eyes bulge out

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Here is the little thing I wrote on the plane. I just wanted to make Miles sad and suffer.

He picks up the phone. Presses 3. It rings. And rings. And rings. The voicemail answers. The person you have dialed is not available. He listens and hangs up before the beep.

The brownstone creeks around him. Dust catches in the moonlight, shining on the mantle.

Her slip is in his room. A white puddle on the floor. His shirt isn’t pressed. Isn’t washed. Crumpled next to hers. From the other night; their last night.

The electronic orchestra ringtone shatters the stillness. The phone begins to vibrate off the desk. And for a split second, he thinks maybe she’s returning the missed call.

Author's notes under the cut.

I have no idea how much time passed in game between ep 37 and the s2 finale, but in my head it's not a whole lot. Which means in my little canon divergent situation where Miles and Elsa were together, he lost Marcos and Elsa basically back to back. I also wanted to play his reliance on Marcos a bit and highlight his absence. I couldn't remember exactly when Miles got the new haven either.

Marcos is Miles' number 2 speed dial. Elsa is 3.

Ps pls don't judge my voicemail notes. It's been a long ass time since I've left a voice mail. Also I was born in 98 so forgive me if it's not period accurate.

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I’m three episodes into a VTM actual play called Path of Night, and I’m not going to lie, I’m feeling a certain amount of sympathy for the Ventrue trying to do life-or-death politics from a position of weakness in the Prince’s court while his coterie consists of a Brujah, a Gangrel, a Malkavian, and a newly turned amnesiac Toreador who is quite literally scheduled for the chopping block.

(Not to say the others aren’t bringing their A-game here, everyone knows how important this is, but like … let’s just say on a social battlefield the odds are not tipped in their favour).

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i love/hate this so much

i love you, disturbing assassin octopus with human eyeball. are you single?

bonus content lore: i tried to add eyelashes to the octopus but she just slayed too hard with her lash extensions. i had to take them back out so she didn't look too UWU about her stand off with a half-dressed, cheeks-out, difficult-to-murder teacher. like so