#...wonder how they'd react

[victorluvsalice]

Merry Christmas Newt!

@dont-offend-the-bees You simply said that, if I was inclined to write something, it could involve ghosts or ghost detectives -- so I threw Edwin and Charles of Dead Boys Detective Agency into the Valicer In The Dark verse. ^^; Hope you enjoy your favorite ghostly duo getting very confused and worried by Duskwall!

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“Mate, I think that last mirror hop went a lot more wrong than we first thought.”

“Really?” Edwin murmured, looking around the misty street where he and Charles currently found themselves. “What tipped you off? The lack of familiar landmarks to navigate by? The frankly Dickensian architecture around us? Or the fact that the moment we tumbled through the glass, we were met by a woman who promptly started screaming ‘SPECTERS! FETCH THE SPIRIT WARDENS!’”

“Definitely the latter,” Charles replied, one hand deep in his backpack as he squinted into the gloam. “What do you think a ‘spirit warden’ is, anyway? Something like the Night Nurse?”

“Perhaps – I don’t recall ever hearing the term before, and unfortunately, as of right now, our library is off-limits to us.” Edwin glanced at Charles. “Perhaps, should we encounter one, I could encourage you not to immediately go in swinging with your cricket bat? The Night Nurse proved able to be reasoned with – perhaps they could too.”

“Yeah, well, I think taking a few to the face and getting swallowed by a sea monster for a bit is what softened her up enough to be reasoned with,” Charles argued, frowning back at him. “And I’m not letting anyone separate us. Not after what we’ve already been through.”

“On that point, we are thoroughly in agreement.” Edwin looked around again – or, at least, tried to. “Even if, right now, I think anyone could sneak up on us and have the advantage. How is anyone supposed to find their way around in this?”

“Guess the locals are used to it.” Charles rummaged around a little. “Know I’ve got your little alchemy set in here somewhere...you think you could brew up something to–”

“...this way, you said?”

“Yes, there’s definitely some ghosts around here.”

Edwin and Charles both froze as three hazy figures appeared at the end of the street, coming toward them fast. “Shit,” Charles hissed.

“Calm, calm,” Edwin said, as much to himself as to his friend. “Again, we might be able to talk to them. Maybe.”

Charles opened his mouth to snap something back – but before he could, the trio were upon them, features resolving themselves into something more definite than mere foggy shapes. They were a bit of a bizarre bunch – a young woman in a black-and-white dress and black cloak, holding a knife that glowed with a peculiar gray light; what looked to be a young man about the same age in a bright yellow vest and black pants, peering at them curiously with what appeared to be yellow eyes (another cat king?); and a second taller, paler man in a black suit and long dark blue coat, wearing a mask that appeared to be made out of twitching moth wings and carrying a pole with a loop at the end in one hand. They stared at Edwin and Charles for a long, quite worrying moment...

Then the fellow in the mask sighed, the tension leaving his shoulders. “Oh – it’s all right,” he told his companions, collapsing the pole and stowing it away in a pocket. “They’re Reconciled.”

“Oh good – I really didn’t feel like getting into an electroplasmic scrap tonight,” the woman said, holstering her blade. She tilted her head as she looked Edwin and Charles up and down. “Though – that doesn’t explain why they’re in full color. I’ve never seen a ghost who wasn’t all blue or gray before.”

“Me either – maybe they’re a new type of ghost?” the other fellow said, before giving them a bright smile and a wave. “Hi! I’m Smiler, and this is Victor and Alice! Just a quick question – you’re definitely not interested in sucking our life essence, right?”

Edwin blinked a few times. “Ah – no,” he finally said. “I’m – certainly not currently inclined to do that.”

“We’re not local,” Charles added, not taking his hand out of his backpack – Edwin was deeply suspicious that it was clutching a certain cricket bat. “Don’t suppose you lot could tell us where we’ve ended up?”

“Duskwall, in Akoros!” Smiler provided, grin not budging. “Are you ghosts from another part of the Isles then? Oooh, maybe from Tycheros?”

“They don’t seem to have any of the usual tells, though,” the woman – Alice – said, squinting thoughtfully. “Victor?”

“I...” The masked man – Victor – stared hard at them, his eyes glowing with that strange gray light Edwin had seen on Alice’s knife. “They’re definitely not regular ghosts, but I’m not sure h-how precisely they’re different. Not hostile, just not – right?”

“Ah – lovely. A mystery for us to solve in the middle of the blind hour on our way back from a heist,” Alice grumbled, folding her arms. “But if they’re sane, then at least we can talk to them. Where do you two hail from, then?”

Edwin exchanged a baffled look with Charles. “We’re...we’re from England,” he said slowly, starting to get quite the bad feeling in his lack of stomach. “And I believe we’ve gone terribly astray.”

[jordieeeee]

wait I just realized William/Billy kaplan's parents thought Eddie, their son's boyfriend was coming over so they made a specific dinner that he likes. I love supportive parents

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

I wonder how the Twitter amphibia fandom would react to the insane amounts of marcy harm here on tumblr

[lizasweetling]

So it was 1: Vespiary Squad! Seriously though, where have you been???

there's probably tactical advantage to hiding while you got the weasel population up, and you guys are pretty clearly very attached to the weasels and so didn't want to take them into battle indiscriminantly, but also. I don't think it would be an entirely bad thing if Europa developed a few score of feral colonies of these guys.

... I suppose the more information is availiable on the wasp eaters the less time they have before their enemies counter them as a technology. and it would be ecologically irresponsible. but Lucrezia and everyone that works for her would hate that very much.

[sunkissedfawn]

if someone's tryin' to holla at you, asks what your name is, begin a game of hangman to have them guess your name and see what happens lol

[liquidchocolatecake]

currently captive audience to a knock down drag out fight in my brain between desire to respect the wishes of the creator and not look for anyone redistributing the comic and god i fucking miss wonderlab i miss wonderlab so much you have no idea i want wonderlab back so bad

[shoechoe]

What about DiaDio

I think it's fine. It makes sense conceptually (I have analyzed Diavolo and DIO as narrative opposites before and I think there's pretty clear parallels going on, the fact that they're named "God" and "Devil" kind of makes it obvious LOL) and they have that outgoing + reclusive dynamic so I can see where the pairing is coming from. That being said, personally I'm not really into it. I ship DIO x himself I'm ngl

[confusedgull]

About Outis...

Is it just me or is Outis growing more... ruthless? or should I say reverting back to how she was in the military/before joining LCB.

We seen how much of a kiss ass she was after just meeting Dante, even if they were being simple, she went overboard on the praise and stuff, but now she's grown more comfortable in rejecting Dante's choices(still following orders, but voicing disapproval with their choices).

I also feel like she's gotten more comfortable with directly insulting other sinners as compared to the times where she would try to cover up direct insults(albeit poorly).

Also, remember her taunting Sinclair about how he's grown used to death and choosing self sacrifice after previously just knocking him out on the bus in canto 3 when he was panicking after hearing Kromer's whistles. And in canto 3 she was the one who put Effie out of his misery but in canto 4, ignored Ishmael straight up melting down beside her.

It's not bad or out of character, it is interesting though. Like Dante mentions how over time some sinners seem to feel more mysterious and cut off than when they were first brought together, in reference to Yi Sang, but isn't Outis drifting off too?

Hell, as mysterious as Meursault is he seems to be more comfortable in talking, Ryoshu got a translator through Sinclair, Yi Sang now wants to open up more after his canto, but Outis? I feel like she's now growing more distant and raising higher guards.

Maybe this is all just a me thing, but I genuinely feel like that Outis is building upto a point where she and Dante are going to clash. Maybe during her canto or before it, but it's going to happen.

[nono-uwu]

So I went back and looked at chapter 121 to see how Urd and Ky looked in their last appearance before 131 and

They look like themselves?? (Btw look at how cute Ky is in those panels :3) Like i guess Urd was already in the process of machoification (as I decided to call the phenomenom happening to the ons men) but he still looked like himself.

I get that someones arstyle or the way they draw characters changes over the course of 10 months (actually 11 with the brake), hell I definetly do that but Yamamoto managed to keep up a relative consistent look for characters from around chapter 20 all the way to 70 so the sudden shift is jarring to say the least

[deepwoundsandfadedscars]

The Person of Interest, previously known as "The Guy" before finding out they are also genderqueer and uses they/them exclusively, just sent me a voice message and the nerves are nerving, why am i nervous to open a voice message 🙃

[theheadlessgroom]

@beatingheart-bride

It never ceased to make Randall's heartache, hearing about how distant Emily's family life was growing up, so much so that she barely spoke to her parents, knowing too well that everything she said would simply go in one ear and out the other. It was just so different from his own childhood experiences, how he knew he could always turn to his mother for...anything, really. He knew he could talk to her, ask for her advice, or just simply confide in her, and he knew she would listen. It gutted him to think Emily didn't have the same experience.

"Well, you're a part of this family now," he replied, trying not to dwell on the past (or be resentful of his in-laws), smiling tenderly as he added, "And I couldn't be happier about that: You're a Pace, as far as me and my folks are concerned, and that means the world to us, having you in our afterlives, Emily."

After all this time, in Randall's eyes, Emily had the family she deserved: Although his parents had long made it clear that they never wanted to replace her own parents in her heart, they had nevertheless stepped up to the plate, giving her the familial support she'd long craved. They listened to her, they were supportive of her, they respected her...they treated her like family, because that was what she was. A Pace was a Pace, no matter how they came to be a part of their little clan.

"And I'm sure my uncles and my grandparents will feel just the same way," he smiled, as he pressed a loving kiss to her golden locks: Although she didn't have the worries he and his father did about being accepted, he had no doubt that, by the end of this visit, the Burkes and the Paces would embrace her too.

[slime-crafters]

I love broken economies in video games, despite my obvious lack of knowledge about economy and how good economies function. All I know is if these economies were real, I'd be in the textbooks in so many awful ways

All I know is I am replicating irl socioeconomic inequality by carrying (and hoarding) almost 500k gold in my skyrim saves and almost 200,000,000 gold in my stardew save. I am single-handedly destroying as many economies as I possibly can

[chenfordswopez]

And what if I say Nikki Velasco is a lesbian experiencing comphet in s1? What'll happen?

[anjanahalo]

Gonna be dumb and write about what made me realize I was aromantic. I started going out with who is honestly a fantastic guy. Cute, smart, funny, driven, into tabletop games, willing to be silly in the name of fun, etc. By all accounts, the only difference we had was religion due to him being cloe to his Christianity and my being more agnostic. That, too, could be dealt with because I wasn't antagonistic to his beliefs, nor him mine. Even if it became an "agree to disagree" thing, we could have been a great couple. If I was to fall in love with someone by choice, it'd be him. Except I didn't. I had no crush, no romance, not even a sexual attraction besides "it's fun and I love being close to him and feeling good and making him feel good. (Fun fact, I'm also asexual, but that's not the point)" I cared for him and loved him like my other close friends, but I could never say "I love you" in the same way he did. We drifted apart due to physical distance, but I saw him as my aromantic awakening. If I couldn't find in myself to feel romantic to this sweet, kind, man, who would I? Then I continued another decade without feeling a crush on anyone. Ever. Honestly, it'd be nice if, as a teen, I was told being aromantic was a thing because I assumed I might be bisexual because my attraction to both genders was about the same (ignore that the level of attraction was zero). All I know is that, because I wasn't interested into guys, I was accused of being a lesbian in an age where people considered homosexuals as predators who'd attack poor straight people in locker rooms. Yes, I was asked by classmates if I could change in a different locker room because I was apparently caught staring at someone else's underwear. Heck, people asked if I would change somewhere else for theater costume changes. I didn't learn this until later because, thankfully, the teachers themselves realized this was idiotic. Anyway, the sweetest guy in the universe couldn't make me crush on him, so I'm probably aromantic, and I hope the best for him. No matter what girl he lands, she's a lucky one.

[constantfyre]

My friend is fighting Molag Grunda and Tiny and they made the funniest comment.

"This guy's name is Tiny. Which is ironic because he is in fact a large guy. That's why it's funny. Because he's a large guy named Tiny. It's funny because it's ironic."

I've never laughed so hard lol they've got it all figured out.

[tawnysoup]

Deltarune theory that I need people to think about for a moment.

Monsters don't bleed.

You can probably figure out where this is going yourself, but if you want to hear my thoughts and evidence, it's all going under the cut.

Monsters don't bleed. We're reminded of this at the start of and throughout Chapter 4, through interaction with the bunny kid when you knock their door, and the funeral book about monsters turning into dust.

Conversely Susie has expressed a lack of understanding about this concept, implying she's bled before and doesn't find it weird. Implying she's used to a culture where blood is normal...

...but not dust? She didn't seem to put the pieces together that the dust in the 'snowglobe' (horrific implications btw) could be Gerson's body until Kris pointed it out to her. After which point she reacted with horror, as if she hadn't expected it, or didn't know that's how it worked?

Let's think about Susie for a moment. What do we know about Susie, now?

We know she bleeds. They made a point of showing it even though Kris bleeds in the same chapter and it's not visibly shown. We know she's considered a brute, more monsterish than those around her. She lays into this fact, playing it up. We know she had a rocky childhood. She's moved houses multiple times in the past. She's given up on trying to make friends.

She doesn't have a tail (or at least, her tail is a nub), and she feels embarrassed about that fact. When equiped with the jevil's tail, she'll say "figured I'd grow one eventually."

Kris used to wear a horn headband in the hopes they'd grow horns like their family, eventually. When Susie sees a picture of them with the headband, she quietens uncomfortably once she realises why.

Susie HATED Kris's guts, even before chapter 1. (From the spamton sweepstakes:)

Whatever they said made her back off and leave. I think she saw herself in them. The outcast. The odd one out in a town full of something else. Something that can't be understood. Is it any wonder she changed her tune when she found out Kris was not her enemy, but understood her? That Kris would leap to defend her, instead? That she thought, surely, this kid hates me for what I am just as much as I hate them for what they are? They don't hate me? They don't think I'm disgusting, a freak of nature, better off abandoned?

Why have we never seen her parents?

Why is it that, when we look away from Kris, we can only imagine "what Susie is up to"? Why no one else? Why can we see her, but not exert enough control to impact what she does? Why is our soul able to fight on her behalf without Kris's involvement? Why does she seem to exert control over the story even when it's clearly trying to be bent in favour of the player's decisions?

Monsters don't bleed.

Susie is a hybrid.