#(hopefully it doesn't take me that long)

[damianito]

The holy trinity (close up ↴ )

[saphushia]

|| part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 coming soon... ||

the update!! is finally!! done!!! holy shit i'm so glad i can finally post this aubdskjg. it was so fun seeing everyone guess what ace was gonna do after the last part! turns out, he can be silly AND pissed! who knew he was so multitalented~ i do wonder though- with the abilities they had when they were 17, who would win in a fight... >:3c

if you're wondering why this update took so much longer to come out than the last one, well... i got halfway through making it and then scrapped everything and started over completely... ah eto... bleh >v<

if you're curious what the initial version looked like, or want to see the pages without speech bubbles, they're both below the cut ^-^

so! first off! the scrapped pages:

the reason that i scrapped it is because... well. it doesn't flow well at all. i tried too hard to cram it to 4 pages which resulted in both the layout and the story flow feeling cramped. for the most part both versions cover the exact same beats but with the dialogue and timing/spacing tweaked. compare page 1 here to the first 2 pages in the final- it's the same exact scene but the final has way more impact because the larger panels give a 'pause' at emotional beats (such as ace's realization) that lets them sink in

my only regret is that i had to scrap sabo's expression in the first panel of page 2 aubsdkjfgb.

here's all the pages textless now ^-^

[khytal]

been opening old envelopes and sorting papers all day I just wanna draw 😔

[jerrythebug]

My fave Booster look so far was when Superman died (I know, it wasn't a good time for him since he also lost his future suit and Ted was in a coma). He should wear crop tops all the time 🔥🥵

[blue-rose-soul]

What else is going on in Kid Alastor au? I'm craving the little chaos deer

The hotel was uncharacteristically quiet, given that the princess and her spear-wielding love were not around to reign in the rather boisterous collection of characters they'd gathered under their roof. When Charlie had solidified her plan to meet with Heaven's leadership, Alastor had fully expected to find the parlor in flames and everyone passed out drunk or temporarily dead at the bar. Instead what he found was a note left on the coffee table penned in glittery pink elegant script that read:

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'Hey short stack. An old buddy of mine swung by and Charlie paid for everyone to have a night on the town. The place we're headed to ain't really for kids (yeah I know you're fucking old but I don't think the bouncers give a shit) plus Husk says it ain't your scene anyway. We left some cash so you can do whatever. I don't know what you do. <3 A.D.'

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Well. How thoughtful of them.

In a burst of green flame, the letter dissolved into ash, and then even the ashes dissipated into a fine mist. The short stack of bills he left untouched on the table. As though he couldn't provide for himself, hah!

There was nothing these loathsome souls had that he needed.

Still... There were few things as dreadfully dull as a large, empty building. Perhaps he could pay a visit to Rosie in Cannibal Town. Though it was a tad late to show up unannounced. No, there was no need to go out. There were plenty of other ways one could occupy oneself in a large, empty building…

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The pig grunted in contentment as it lapped up yet another treat. Alastor dropped another treat, lead the pig another few feet, then another few, then another.

The moment Fat Nuggets was fully inside the unused room Alastor tipped the bag and sent chocolate and peanut butter cereal pieces scattering all across the floor. With a delighted squeal, Fat Nuggets scrambled all across the room, snapping up cereal bits as fast as his little piggy feet would allow. Newspapers in one corner of the room, water and food bowl in the other, a bunch of cushions piled on the carpet. Plenty to keep the pig content – and most importantly, quiet – for a good long while.

Alastor shut the door quietly, leaving Fat Nuggets to his feast.

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It was a small thing, but knowing how high-strung dear Vaggie was, it would be plenty enough to whip her into a storming frenzy.

Shadow men were busy rearranging the furniture. Nothing drastic, simply shifting each piece of furniture a biiiit to the left. The bed four inches, the dresser two, the vase three. Tilting every single painting, unscrewing a few choice light bulbs just enough to flicker. Nothing was glaringly out of place at a first glance, but over time…

Alastor chuckled, pleased with himself.

He was snapped from his daydreams of a frothing, red-faced sinner by a low growl. Alastor turned to find Razzle and Dazzle glaring up at him, the red baphomet flicking its tongue in displeasure while the pink one merely hissed. He raised his finger to his lips, offering the cuddly little monsters a close-mouthed smile.

“Let this pass,” he said, “and I’ll make you beignets.”

Instantly those reptilian eyes went lipid, tails wagging and growls replaced with happy chirps. A thought crossed Alastor’s mind. His lips peeled back to bare his teeth in a wicked grin.

“In fact, lend me your hooves, and I’ll make you all the beignets you can eat!”

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Repeating the same little stunt he’d pulled with Fat Nugget on the Egg Boiz felt rather lazy. But using those little monsters was most certainly the correct method of targeting Pentious. As he entered the airship docked against the hotel building, Alastor found them all arranged in a circle on their fronts, scrawling all over pieces of construction paper with crayons and glitter glue.

“Hey, Little Boss!” the singular egg creature with a name chirped as it noticed him. “We’re making new evil plans for the Big Boss while he’s taking a break from being evil!”

“Hmm,” Alastor hummed thoughtfully. “Tell me, would you little monsters like to help me with a surprise for your boss?”

“A surprise?” Frank echoed.

The sweet smile on Alastor’s lips was at odd with the devious glint in his eye.

“Why yes! Our dear princess thought we might throw him a party in celebration of the great strides he’s made towards self betterment!” Hah. “And of course, who better to surprise that slippery serpent than his most beloved minions?”

The little egg creatures began chattering amongst themselves before they, in near unison, hopped to their feet and saluted.

“Surprise Party Division reporting for duty, Little Boss!”

“And of course, you’ll need supplies!”

With the snap of his fingers, five bursts of green light materialized five prop guns into the Egg Boiz’ hands. The Egg Boiz immediately started ooh-ing and ah-ing over the toys, one saying something about ray guns and another turning his prop over in his hand to peer straight down the barrel. That one jolted as he accidentally squeezed the trigger, letting off a burst of light and noise right in front of his face.

“Now remember!” Alastor said. “It’s a surprise. So you must hide, and when Sir Pentious arrives, jump out and fire off those party poppers!”

A little egg hand shot in the air.

“Why do the party poppers look like guns?”

“I thought it matched the aesthetic,” Alastor replied, gesturing about the metal airship and the various dismantled weapons scattered around. This seemed to satisfy the Egg Boiz. “Now off you go. Hide, and when Sir Pentious comes, jump out and fire off those party poppers! I’m sure he will be quite amused!”

With a final salute, the Egg Boiz took their new toys and scattered, disappearing into vents, canisters, crates and wherever else. An impish grin on his face, Alastor faded into the shadows.

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The clinking of glass greeted Alastor as he reappeared in the common area. He found Razzle and Dazzle at the bar, right where he’d left them, rifling through the colorful bottles on the shelves. Dazzle placed a bottle up on the shelf, inching it around so that the label was facing outward before turning to Alastor.

“Last one?” he asked.

Razzle and Dazzle nodded.

“And the original bottles?”

The pink one lifted up a bulging garbage bag from behind the counter, the contents rattling together with each subtle movement. Alastor nodded in approval.

“Ought to put that somewhere dear Husker won’t come across it,” he said. “And I suppose I ought to get started on those beignets while you do.”

The plush demons bleated in joy. Before they could fly off with their stash of expensive alcohol, Alastor called out to them.

“Wait. Leave out a bottle of rye. Just set it on the coffee table, next to the radio.”

Alastor didn’t wait to see if they listened. With the snap of his fingers the radio blared to life, playing a lively jazz tune whilst he made his way to the kitchen to prepare a doughy, sugary feast for the adorable little beasts.

His shadows rose and solidified, pulling open cupboards and setting out the utensils and ingredients. One placed a stool in front of the sink so he could step up and wash his hands, another retrieved his apron and slipped it over his head while a third tied the apron for him.

Alastor was stirring the brown sugar into the mixture of milk and butter when the goats reappeared, hovering right over his shoulder. Alastor waved them off, then reached for the cinnamon.

“No hovering, if you please.” They backed up, but he could still hear their wings flapping, just behind him. Alastor sighed. “Well, I don’t really need help with this part, but you can help clean the kitchen while the dough is rising.”

A questioning bleat.

“Yes, it will take about an hour for the dough to rise before it’s ready to fry.”

Distressed, impatient bleats.

“Well too bad, that’s how long it takes. If you wanted cheap, mass produced styrofoam coated in icing, go beg the king for some lousy carnival crap. I’m making real food.”

More bleats.

“Then you have to wait. Shoo. I’ll call you in when I need you.”

With a final huffy bleat, Razzle and Dazzle flew across the counter, though their reptilian eyes remained locked on Alastor as he poured the mixture into the flour.

[faytelumos]

Know Thy Enemy

I've decided I'm tired of waiting to post this.

the request ask

cw: bondage (in a sense), self-deprication

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Hero ran alongside the cluster of citizens out of the park, looking over her shoulder to be sure no one was following them. "It's just ahead, now!" she huffed, putting a hand on a gentleman's back as he started to fall behind. The lot of them got to the edge of the street and the array of emergency responders and EMTs came into view. Hero helped everyone over, but she didn't expect any injuries. "Everyone okay?" she asked with a bright smile, doing a quick headcount. She got several nods and mumbles. That just wouldn't do; she couldn't let these people walk away from this scared or shocked. "Hey, now, that's no way to sound," she said with a smile. She looked over the gathered as a couple of them got their vitals checked. "You just ran a quarter mile with yours truly! And you didn't even have to pay admission." She got a couple smiles and chuckles for that. Then she spotted a kid and broke out an even bigger grin. "I bet what you guys need after all of this is dessert."

This time, she got some laughs. She smiled brightly, but then her earpiece chirped. She looked to the side.

"Hero, new orders incoming."

"Go for Hero," she replied.

"Villain is still in the area, you're to subdue and retrieve him."

Hero squeezed her eyes shut and held back a curse. She'd only been around Villain a few times, but he wasn't exactly her favorite. She glanced at the others.

"Any chance we can just send in a lion tamer?" she joked.

"That's a negative," the operator replied with a smile in their voice.

"Worth a shot," she muttered, turning back to the park. She took a deep breath to steady herself before jogging back towards the trees.

She didn't have to look hard for Villain's little trap or whatever it was. A big, black, metal box with flashing lights and some kind of vent on it. She looked around, searching the thick tree line along the path and behind the bench and picnic area for him. She didn't see him, so she approached the box.

She couldn't touch it until she knew what it was, just in case it was trapped. If Villain wasn't around it then that was a very bad sign. The lights didn't have any real indicators on them; a couple green ones and a yellow one, but there were no symbols or text. Him and his stupid tinkering. She looked around it for any kind of external power source, and as she rounded a corner, she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. She looked up into the treeline and locked eyes with Villain.

She bolted, turning and running as fast as she could, but she only made it three steps before that all-around pressure caught her like a vice and she was suddenly completely immobilized, still as a statue mid-stride.

"I swear you get faster every time I see you," Villain said, walking up behind her. She struggled and tried to move, but he had her well and truly fixed. She couldn't even flinch when he was suddenly beside her, drawing the comm from her ear. "I hope these don't come out of your paycheck," he almost chuckled before sticking it his mouth and smashing it between his molars. Then he spat it out and grabbed Hero's wrist.

She tried to squirm as he effortlessly turned her around to face the box. He let go of her chest and head with his powers, allowing her to breathe and talk and look around. But nothing more.

"Come quietly," she threatened with no real confidence. He grinned at her, raising an eyebrow.

"Now, now, Miss Hero," he tutted, crouching down and physically putting her feet on the ground, "I know you're smarter than to threaten a man who's got you all bundled up." He adjusted the position her legs were in, though he didn't reach up past her knees. "And anyway…." He fixed her torso with firm and quick hands on her waist, ribs, and shoulders. "I was more hoping you'd come with me."

Once again standing upright, Hero withheld a sigh. Villain went over to the box and typed something into the control panel, and her breath caught and her heart raced. It clicked open like a chest, and he lifted the lid and reached in to grab… a water bottle.

Oh, lord, it was just a lunch box?

"I'm not joining you," Hero reminded him. She tried again to squirm as Villain withdrew a pair of protein bars.

"Now, you keep saying that." He closed the lid on the box and sauntered over, waving the protein bars around to emphasize his words. "But I don't think you mean it. A smart woman like you has to see that she can be doing better for herself than some…." She blushed as he paused right in front of her, looking off to the side. She couldn't back out of his space. "I wouldn't say 'goody-goody agency', that place is worse than I am," he mused.

"I can help people there," she snapped quietly.

"Oh, honey, I know you think that," he said, and it just made her cheeks warmer and her head louder as he pushed the granola bars into her hand and pulled her arm to be out in front of her. "But that place just uses up good people like you and then spits them out when they're not useful anymore." He drew her other arm out, took back his granola bars, and made a couple adjustments to her pose before climbing into her arms and settling into a bridal carry. She blinked, looking down at him with wide eyes as he rested his snacks in his lap and opened the water bottle. "The truth of the matter is, darling, you're far too good for that place."

He looked up into her eyes, giving her a movie star smile. He was close, and she noticed the freckles across his nose for the first time.

She looked away as much as she could. She wasn't the best hero at the agency, not even close. She had a good confidence score, but it was only because of her jokes. She'd botched plenty of missions.

"The way I see it — and I'm right, by the way —" he took a drink and then started opening a granola bar, "you could be changing things." She glanced back at him to see him looking at her like she was beautiful. "You've got the brains and the attitude to shake the world." He gave her a crooked grin, an almost goofy, lop-sided thing, and it just made her stomach ache. If she was so smart, why hadn't she been able to properly negotiate that hostage situation? Her cheeks burned at the memory of Superhero stepping in to rip the crumbling situation out of her hands.

"Nobody can change that much," she grumbled.

"See, now, that's exactly what I'm talking about," he said before taking a bite of his food. "You're thi' s'unningly brillian', go-ge'er of a gal," she scoffed quietly as he paused to chew, "and they've go' you thin'in' your callin' is, wha'?" He waved his protein bar around and swallowed, "Changing tires?"

"I'm just not that smart," she snapped. She wished he'd stop talking. Every time she ran into him it was like this. She was not smart. She was not capable. He acted like she could do no wrong when her file was half-full of failures and cleanup reports. She'd only been an official hero for a year and she'd already cost the agency a fortune. She just couldn't figure out how to do things right, how to do things like they said.

He was staring at her.

She looked away again, gritting her teeth. She hadn't stopped blushing from embarrassment since they started this conversation.

"You remember the first time we met? You got me distracted, got me talking, and I dropped you and you punched me out before I realized what was happening?" She tensed her jaw, nodding. It was the one and only time she'd managed to do it. She'd completely wasted the opportunity to capture him, evidently. She should have secured him better. "You're the only person who's ever tried that, much less pulled it off."

"So?" she whispered. It wasn't a hard maneuver. He loved talking, and people were statistically less focused when they were talking.

He just kept staring at her. Like she was some kind of weirdo. She looked away, wishing she could just drop him and run off. She hated talking to him.

"You honestly don't believe me," he whispered. It sounded more like it was to himself than to her. She quirked an eyebrow and he looked down thoughtfully. "Okay," he said suddenly, loudly, looking up at her. "Go on a date with me."

She choked.

"What?!"

He stuck the water and food in the air, and she blinked when they just stayed there as he adjusted his position so he was sitting on her waist, his legs around her hips, his hands on her shoulders, looking directly into her eyes.

"You don't believe me, and that's a felony — don't look it up." She opened and closed and opened her mouth like a fish, trying desperately to come up with something to say. "Obviously we can't have you getting arrested, so you're going to go out with me —"

"I am not —"

"Just twice!"

"What?!"

"Two dates, two instances for me to show you that I'm right, and then if you're still unconvinced, well…." He shrugged, making a face, tilting his head. "Then, I guess I'll just have to lock you up, myself."

"Hold! On!"

He finally stopped talking, looking expectantly at her. She stared at him, just trying to come up with the words to tell him how insane he was. Besides the fact that he was a villain, this was entirely unprofessional. She was already having a hard enough time with this job without dating the enemy.

"Tell you what," he blurted, nodding firmly. "You're right." She blinked. "Two dates is a big commitment when we've only talked through work." What?

"That's not —"

"One date, I'll set it all up, and when it goes well, then we'll agree to a second one."

Why was he like this? He opened his mouth and it was like stepping into a tornado. She didn't want to date him, she just wanted him to stop lying to her.

He adjusted his position, and with the way his powers worked, all she could feel was the warmth of him close to her chest. He wrapped his arms loosely around her shoulders, and his face was closer now than ever, and he looked down at her with a softer gaze.

"Think of it as a free night off?" he whispered. "I won't even kiss you." She glanced down at his lips, which were dangerously close and soft-looking.

She… she could really use a night off. She didn't get many weekends anymore, at least not real, restorative, two-days-without-work weekends. And as long as Villain knew not to expect any affection or other romantic gestures, she could probably convince herself this was recon on the enemy and not fraternizing.

Because it was. Recon. If she spent an evening with him, she'd probably get a good idea of how he worked.

"Okay," she whispered. He grinned — he beamed — and he hopped down off of her and snatched his partially eaten granola bar from the air.

"I'll pick you up at your place at two."

"Wha— two?"

"Something nice, but nothing fancy."

"Wh-wait, business casual?" He was already walking away, his water and food in his hands, and when he lifted the giant metal box off of the ground with a light touch, it stayed in the air.

"See you then, beautiful!"

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[sensitiveheartless]

The Skyline Pigeon Fic has actually made me insane thank you for your service

AHAHAHA, EGGCELLENT >:D

Aaskfjsdkfsjd but in all seriousness, this fic has been very cathartic to write so far, so I'm really happy other people seem to be connecting to it too! thank you very much for reading my weird bird fic <3

[b4um3pfl4um3]

Getting woken up by my dad, completely confused cause it's Friday and he usually never wakes me up during the week cause there is no reason too, only for him to tell me that apparently my village hadn't had electricity since 4am and now I'm just sitting here on my bed contemplating if I go back to sleep or grab a book and try to keep an eye on whether or not we get electricity again.

The annoying part is that most likely, once we get electricity again, our breaker will short-circuit cause our electricity circuit is really crappy. Had to do that once already when I accidentally used the dryer and washing machine and the same time cause I didn't realize that could short-circuit it, but that thing is hella scary.

Also my chronically online is currently showing its best side cause I'm itching for the electricity to come back cause my phone isn't charged properly and I don't have Wi-Fi.

Maybe this is the time to continue reading a book. Or go back to sleep and try to wake up once we have electricity again haha.

[sugarsnappeases]

Would you consider yourself to be a feminist

yup. love women <3

but yeah anon i like to think so!! i will say that the closest i've come to reading any feminist literature in the last couple of years has been articles about the presentation of women in various spanish/italian authors' work bc i'm bad at reading unless i'm being like. forced to. for my degree (not that i'm not super passionate about my degree. i think the articles are all so so interesting lol) but!! i try to support women's rights as much as i can (like signing petitions and having discussions about various facets of the patriarchy etc etc), and be aware of the way i interact w our patriarchal society, and think critically about why i do things and why i think things, and i am always happy to have my opinions challenged and learn new things

[venke]

some basic art of malfu, my "half-elf" witchwarper for a starfinder 2e playtest game that our group is gonna start in the coming months!

i couldn't decide between the gothy black and more maidenlike white so saved copies of both

[landwriter]

Hob just like love missing scenes?? do tell :)

He’s blond. That’s the first thing Hob notices, when the stranger - not his Stranger, just the lowercase sort, comes and sits down next to him. Thank Christ, he thinks, he couldn’t cope with some raven-haired beauty, not tonight. Maybe not for a few decades. Maybe he oughta move to, to bloody Finland or somewhere.

“Rough night?” asks the stranger. He sounds like a cowboy out of a Hollywood film.

Hob tries to smile and winces instead. “That obvious, am I?”

The man smiles. His teeth are white and perfect. He’s dressed in a cream suit and wearing coal-black sunglasses in the middle of the night, indoors. He’s the most American thing Hob has ever seen.

“Nah,” the lowercase stranger drawls. “I just wanted an excuse to come over. Drink to our troubles?”

Hob blinks. He’d started twelve hours ago with beer, which turned to wine, then whisky, then bitter disappointment and a cab ride here, and now more whisky, except it’s hideously expensive and he’s too deep in his cups to appreciate it. And he still knows he’s being hit on.

“Hob,” he says, and holds out his hand. The stranger takes it, and his grip is firm and cool. He momentarily forgets that he’s supposed to get a name in return. “What are you drinking tonight, mate?”

The stranger smiles again, long and slow this time, and lust slithers into Hob’s gut, settling comfortably atop the mess of misery below. “Well, whatever you’re buying.”

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all I've done for it so far! but really want to cover Corinthian's accidental use of Hob's "Life is so rich" line - here's my notes for the rest of this:

hob’s reaction, etc- his suspicion, smelling the death, wanting annihilation, knowing something is STRANGE about him. maybe even in earlier section - hob sensing he’s dangerous. poss the Corinthian offers a fake name. poss the name is like, randomly chosen, and a few minutes later hob notices it’s from a drink behind the bar, or on the cocktail menu, Usual Suspects style. immediately sobers up best he can. assessing situation, assuming he is a Dangerous Man, and thinking, perfect. a fuck and maybe a fight. then later, kissing, finding the dagger, and being honestly incredibly turned on, knowing he was right.

I think it could be a super fun and hot drabble and I really wanna jump into Hob's fresh-off-1989 mindset here because it's surely INSANE

[vampyroteuthid]

that was probably the worst day i've had at work so far which is saying QUITE a bit not even counting the potential rabies exposure. even the one remaining tech (again the only person doing most of the work) is talking about threatening to quit (for the second time) because of the vet's bullshit.

[queeniecook]

June 2 - Part 1

It’s officially the month I’m due to give birth. FINALLY. My body has started to really hurt these past few days. I’ve been spending a lot of time either in bed or on the couch, which sometimes I let Caleb carry me to.

Lucky and Josie are doing well. Josie sleeps quite a bit but still gets up to hang out with her pal, Lucky. Funny how she wasn’t too sure about us getting Lucky at first, now they’re besties.

My husband had an interesting trip to Sulani yesterday. I asked him to stop in on my brother and his family but he got a shock. Lily, his long lost werewolf cousin, is AJ’s nanny! Caleb excitedly told me about their conversation early this morning, I don’t think I’ve seen him this happy since I told him I’m pregnant. I’m glad they’ve got to reconnect and I hope to meet Lily soon. She’s even offered her help in case James tries something during the delivery…

I really don’t want to dwell on that negative thought. This is a happy time and I want to think happy thoughts. Though I did have something to talk to Caleb about.

“Can vampires get a secondary high off the blood of stoners?” I asked him after I had went pee for what felt like the 100th time that morning. 

Caleb slow blinked at me, obviously the question had caught him off guard. “Sometimes. Substances in a human’s blood can impact a vampire on a short term basis. It depends on the potency of the substance they put in their body and how long it was before the vampire drank their blood.”

I nodded slightly and saw my husband eyeing me. I might as well just tell him. “Lilith was acting a bit out of her normal behavior by the end of the baby shower. I mean, most of the girls were drunk…outside myself and Aubree of course, but the only thing Lilith had to drink was…well this one guy who reeked of marijuana.”

“She did what?” Caleb asked me closing his eyes either in disbelief or annoyance. Maybe it was a mixture of both. 

I laughed nervously “Yeah…she kind of seemed like something was bothering her.”

“Looks like I am taking a trip to Forgotten Hollow today. I will call Rahmi to keep you company.” Caleb informed me, after he opened his eyes. I almost objected to being babysitted but one glance down at my huge stomach told me it might not be a bad idea.

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[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

💔💔💔😢😢😢

[psychiclounge]

i do think the whole "gale is a slowburn romance" thing is very funny bc like. i get being concerned whether or not you're on the right path for his romance on a first playthrough when you don't know his big confession is in act 2, but still calling it a slowburn just bc you don't fuck in act 1 is . it sure is