I know you usually start with an introductory post with info on the artist but y’know what, right now it’s just about putting stuff out there, I think??? Does that make sense?
Anywho, Anxiety Wizard!
Is it a wizard with anxiety or a wizard with spells that induce anxiety? Yes.
Not sure if I have PMS or something but my period induced mood swings literally keep me from getting out of bed sometimes. Or moving. Very fun 👍/sar
I love my octopus plushie :]
Here’s the full image!
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well, good to know you can have god level power and still be an anxious mess, made queasy by your creepy graveyard fiend's gift... and other things...
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I’m rotating the “his name is Bren, and he is very intelligent” scene in my head again, but not for the reason you think.
Essek’s vibes in that scene are very different compared the ostensibly similar interaction from episode 95: Essek makes passing reference to a partner, Bells Hells inquires further, Essek answers. But while his response in e95 exudes warmth and affection, now he is strangely… matter-of-fact? oddly serious? distracted? without apparent cause for this change.
I used the transcript version to label the scene, but in reality, the cadence is more like, “His name is Bren. And he is, um… very intelligent.” And during that pause, his brow furrows and he looks down, and his face stays there for the rest of the sentence and halfway into the next one.
I’m struggling to triangulate the tone of voice because it’s not quite dismissive, but it does seem like he is trying to sate their curiosity and be done with it, which is, again, quite unlike how he spoke about Caleb in e95.
Then he sighs and says, “I’m sorry. If my anxiety shows, there’s something about—I dislike not knowing what’s coming, especially given the stakes […]. There are few things I hate more than not knowing.” And I thought that was interesting because 1) relatable, but more importantly 2) he made a mental jump over the course of that sigh and I needed to know what it was.
It’s an easy enough conclusion to come to: his vibes were off because he was anxious. He’s anxious because he’s dealing with a lot of unknowns.
It’s a small character detail and it’s not new, but this instance of it has been spinning in my brain all day. Essek shutters himself a bit when he’s anxious and in new situations. He isn’t necessarily short in his answers and he doesn’t quite have a flat affect, but there is an emotional shuttering. I’m not sure if he’s cutting himself off from his emotions as well or just others—that could be an interesting facet to explore—but it makes him hard to read and he comes off weird. And I love it, it’s such a tasty character beat om nom nom nom
And! While I think it was pretty obvious that he was doing this conscious letting down of walls a lot as he befriended the m9, look at how quick he is now to articulate what’s happening and adjust accordingly! It’s still a little awkward and disjointed, but he’s been practicing over these seven years!!! I’m proud of him!!!!
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hey i’ve been having a bad day being overstimulated all day and just so many things have been happening and just makes me want to go home so bad so if you could interact with this post and give me something good to come home to or distract me it would be appreciated no pressure! def don’t have to.
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I am fully cooking btw like I know I said it's coming soon but I wanna finish the game and get them Right before I post so for now. They are solving a mystery. Jen is having several gay revelations at once. Coming soon to an ao3 near you (once I finish the game)
What fully pushes her over the edge, though, is the sight of Dessa Banks sitting in her (thrifted) office chair, spinning around in slow circles and making the whole place reek of cigarette smoke.
When Banks spots her, her face, well it doesn't brighten up, because that would imply she smiles (Banks doesn't smile ever. Except when she's rooting for Spiteful Jen to win out.) but her eyebrows lift and her face settles into something that might, maybe, given enough time to grow, be a smile.
“Good, you're finally back. Someone has been killing my clients.” Banks announces.
“Isn't that… your job?” Jen asks, feeling on the back foot already. You'd think after everything they've been through, she would be a little better at predicting Banks but all the foresight in the world can't help her when it comes to the doctor.
“No,” Banks nods to the cork board, where she's put up a series of grisly crime scene photos, “before I get there.”
Jen steps up, dropping the Medili fried noodles she got for herself and Darrell on the desk as she dodges around it. “Forgive me for my ignorance of how your underground mob doctor thing works, but isn't that also usually how it goes?” The cork board is set up just like how she would do it, neat crime scene photos arranged in columns denoting the first, second, and third victims, along with handwritten notes from Banks about the victims and what they were doing when they contracted her services.
“More than an hour before I get there. One hour and five minutes before I get there, to be exact.” Banks says. Her voice always does this thing when she says words like exact or specifically or other hot doctor words and—there's a crime going on Jen, now is not the time to gay panic.
She focuses on the crime scene photos, since that's safer than the shape of Banks' mouth.
“How can you tell the exact time?” She asks. The crime scene photos Banks has so generously provided are gruesome, and probably taken by her cell phone if the quality is anything to go by. The man in the first set of photos is laid out on a couch, his throat torn in ways that has Jen rubbing her own throat in sympathy.
“I can feel them slip away, just barely, when I get onto the scene,” Banks says, “It’s…” she trails off, “I haven’t been in the business of losing patients recently and my reputation is suffering.” She finishes. Jen chances a glance behind her at Banks only to see the doctor staring unseeing at the floor, hand tapping at her leg.
Banks doesn’t like it when you admit she’s a human being with thoughts and feelings beyond murder and revival, so best to snap her out of this with the patented Jen Keller distraction method.
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