#HE BURNED MY FUCKING HOUSE DOWN

[detective-angel426]

"THAT WAS MY HOUSE! NOOOOOO!!! YOU FUCKER 😭😭😭😭"

-Detective Angel

Yup‼️

(P.s I made this on capcut btw❤)

[fyllophobia]

[cowboyshit]

[haedia]

Oh god. I just had an Illario thought. And maybe I'm not the first to have this thought but I haven't seen it around yet.

So, the part that I have seen around: I think it's kind of fair to assume that one of Illario's parents was definitely not Caterina's favorite (and maybe even her least favorite child) which in part leads to her not valuing him. Which is, of course, an inversion of her favoritism for Lucanis being at least in part because she favored his mother.

But what if Illario's other parent was an elf? (or other non-human whose traits disappear when they have children with humans) Then the Dellamorte the Lesser has another awful layer to it. It's not just about him being the disparaged grandson of the (probably very much) not favored child. It's also him not being fully human. Possibly the only grandchild of the family who isn't.

It wouldn't even have to be anti-elven/racist sentiment that encouraged Caterina to look down on Illario. If that elven partner wasn't someone she approved of? It wouldn't matter if they were human or not -- Caterina doesn't really strike me as the kind of person who tolerates it when people defy her in any form. Unless they're Lucanis, of course. And, by extension, probably his mother too.

But say that he is half elven. Then you get stormy self-destructive thoughts of "If I were fully human, maybe she wouldn't have done this to me" and then later, him allying with the Venatori becomes darkly tragic and gives another layer to the self-loathing. Then it's not just about using them to gain power and assert his position as First Talon. No, it becomes about subjugating and stamping down a part of him he is certain is why he's been maligned his entire life.

From Caterina's perspective, assuming her dislike of her child's partner/spouse is from disapproval of the match itself and not racist in origin, Illario is lesser because her child disappointed her over and over again and she's incapable of seeing her grandson as his own person. She can only see him filtered through the lens of her dead, disappointing child.

From Illario's perspective, Caterina heaps praise and her own distant form of love on Lucanis well beyond whatever he receives. He's not as good as Lucanis is at least some things but he's not incapable. And he's better at certain things than Lucanis. He's still a master assassin who has lived to be in his mid-thirties (which is impressive given the profession!). And yet he'll never be good enough for his grandmother. He's no doubt picked at it for years: the differences, the whys.

Why he's not good enough. Why he can never measure up. Why he's treated so differently. Why is he different?

Everyone who's suffered as the scapegoat or otherwise unfavored child wonders at some point: was I born wrong?

And, if Illario's other parent isn't human, well...there's no way he wouldn't have wondered if that's why she treated him so differently.

How could he not?

[densewentz]

i dont think you guys understand the horror movie level of psychological torture i get put through by crickets on an almost comically frequent basis.

[klanced]

Keith walking into the holding cell greeting all the regulars by name while Lance is sobbing lamenting that his life is over and his future is ruined (they were like. Trespassing or some shit he’s going to be fine)

lance: (actively dry heaving in the corner, on the verge of a panic attack as he imagines having a permanent record)(actually what does a permanent record even look like?)(omg is he going to have to go to COURT? like in JUDGE JUDY?)

keith: remy, this is lance. lance, this is remy, she’s my favorite alcoholic :)

[harukasangel]

Toma, as someone that had a shitty college experience, and was partially due to having zero friends in any of my classes + everyone leaving me out, you have no idea how much I cried when I read this/pos/gen

[my-thoughts-and-junk]

thinkbing about. him

[hl-obsessed]

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[thisisntreaver]

Woke up and all i can think about is how the fable games have 2 different characters named Penelope, didn't show either of them to us, but did let us know that they have both burned a mans house down.

[eggsbenedictinurmom]

Also, completely unrelated to my post from like 10 minutes ago, but my lovely first disciple and wife Narinder got drunk for the first time yesterday.

He immediately cried, puked, struggled to get himself back up, slowly wobbled away from the place he puked as I cleaned it up and cried again behind my windmill. He will not like finding out about this later.

[moodycarcass]

Smoked one (1) cigarette I found on the ground in votv immediately got cancer and dr.kel is still coughing an in-game week later literally grow up dude

[troutlawyer]

Need to watch IWTV show but must find a way to do so without going into a dissociative daze and thinking if I can reach into the screen and throttle Lestat myself my psychological wounds will retroactively heal

[beargirl2]

recreation of how i drew my dad 99% of the time as a kid like pretty much exactly this

[impassioned-ships]

Fuck I think I care about him

[quillheel]

❛ you have never seen such heathens. ❜ Kohga says with a grin, referring to the Yiga. (For Ganondorf!)

"Oh, I have borne witness, both alike and distinct, to many." Ganondorf's answer comes like thunder, like fire. ━ a low rumble turned crackle turned air buzzing with too much and yet not enough all at once, an anticipation that followed him as he swept 'cross the grounds. For an individual of his size, he is almost weightless in his shifting, almost wilting to scrape high the roof of the ruins not high enough where the stones meet strands of red bristling off from his crown. Each footfall accentuated; the bleaching of stone & textile, the delicacy in which he revokes it, pulled back out of the earth as though a stain so simple to be removed. ━ how considerate it was, for Gods to fuss and worry over hospitalities.

he casts a glance to the Yigas master, eyes stunning and bright and terrible, curls of crimson mane licking up into color undefined, like blazing divinity, how inexpressible it could be, to see something of divinity wrapped in bone & skin & cloth. there is a wonder, if this is what being in the presence of Princesses or Heroes is like, the same divinity in the opposite way ━ the Hero always more human, not God, merely blessed, champion in this way ━ where Ganondorf was his own, but they were theirs. Two against one, eternal.

"None, however, as impassioned as you," he continues "I would consider it something of respect, that you could harbor such liveliness for so long."

He wonders; passingly in the low light of twilight bleeding into the hideout as it is full with noise & distraction & color and as fabric folds with his limbs as he moves to sit, content to watch the clan breathe with itself; how much the Yiga would be willing to risk in such devotion to their goal. ━ everything, until everything is too much, until the world turns on them again. ━ Again. how it has before. how it could again, forever worse to do. How Ganondorf knows something similar, burning in his blood. ( perhaps Kohga knows the feeling. )

He finds himself beginning to understand, why it is they come looking for him.

his eyes, momentary in their focus on their leader, find somewhere else to settle. ( and he finds himself wondering, just as passing to reserve it for less occupied times, just how long the Yiga will last as they are. Resourceful and fast and stubborn, but tracing edges of impermanence, the way everything does, is made to. Except him, of course. Except him. ━ he likes to think, sentiment more than hope, that their stretch of being will not be killed, so much as it does not stay the same; the definition changing. 'the Yiga' not as a weapon, not a sharpness and outracing and hidden, 'the Yiga' as a people allowed to be people, to be families, to stay. He likes to think, in the way it could be hope, that they will not be like him forever. They, to grow out of shunning. Him, to stay the same. He likes to think, in the way it is hope, that one day they will not need him. ━ a scar of history, remembered always, but only, only a scar. )

"... but are they always this rambunctious?"