#IM MAKING THIS SHIT REALITY

[pixieswashere]

First off Agree with EVERYRHING on Sky being handled as always. We should've have gotten a proper backstory and respectful interactions with Viktor, to a character who was set up to have had a close relationship with both Jayce and Vik. I personally and honestly don't think this will be the end for her....for the rumors spreading about her being extracted by Singed theory.

Now maybe I'm talking absolute nonsense and revealing some of my personal ideas ive cooked up (braincells TED talk rn) but them refusing to developing Sky for the obvious reasons was also a missed opportunity bc we could've had her as as the character of The Gray Lady of the Glorious Evolved in Arcane since she is apart of Viktor's cult lore as well.

NOW HEAR ME OUT (promise it's not THAT stupid as usual....)

From the lore, I personally researched The Gray Lady and she is a diety/figure of sorts that the cult of Viktor worship from what i have searched go to her every Progress Day by sacrificing something in return for her blessings. Now again I could be talking my ass off (per post as usual), bc Camille is called The Gray Lady too BUT

BUT here's the thing that is only a moniker she goes by/she took for herself and if we were to use logic....it makes no sense that Zaun would be worshipping a Milf Piltover intelligencer who kills Zaunites and anyone who stands in her path to keep them from revolting Piltover's opression. (Even tho she kinda-)

Then there is Janna, who is also a good contender for this title per evidence and the obvious option but she was already an ancient diety known in Zaun....and both in Arcane and LoL lore she is only known by Janna...she never went by the Gray Lady and its clear by lore the Gray Lady is so heavily tied to the cult of the Glorious Evolved and in the show no one mentions Janna as the Gray Lady.......and what does the Hexcore/our Jesus Twinks powers do.....sacrifice/heal.....which means SKY IS A GOOD COMPETITOR FOR THIS TITLE AND LORE- LIKE OMG PLS

WE CAN STILL HAVE A SKY CHAMPION. But that's just a theory.....a game-

The tragedy of Sky is that we never got to truly know her.

There's not that many scenes where's she's alive, and all they reveal to us is that's she's from Zaun, she's an assistant in the lab, she has some feelings for Victor and there's some idea she wanted to share with him shortly before unexpectedly dying. All this is pretty much seen from an outsider perspective.

The only scene where she's alone is the couple of seconds while she walks to the lab, where Viktor experiments with the Hexcore. The only character she has more than one interaction with is, again, Viktor, who doesn't seem to be very close to her, keeping the distance of a professional relationship, never showing any deeper interest (he call's Sky 'miss Young' even though she adresses him as 'Viktor', and either dismisses or doesn't pick up on her inviting him to leave the lab together that one evening).

When he finally sees her as another person, learning something personal about her, her dreams, from her journal, she's already dead, and all that's left is a second hand source of who she was, to construct an image of her.

According to her writings, her vision is similar to Viktor and Jayce's , as it was in the beginning. After the experiment with the Hexcore goes so horribly wrong, and with the separation between Jayce and Viktor, I think it makes sense it's something Viktor would latch on to, something that could lead him back on the 'right' track of 'helping' people, as he always wanted.

If we're going with the idea that the Sky we see in the space scape(?) is not some ghost, or a soul, but a projection, an avatar of the Hexcore, it truly chose the perfect face.

On one hand, Sky represents a vision, a cause that Viktor can get behind, but also the guilt he has for accidentally getting her killed, a complete opposite of what he ever wanted, which makes a great persuasion tool. And since he didn't know her very well personally, there's much room to adjust and tweak her personality, speech pattern, facial expressions, as needed, because he might not know if it's correct, but neither if it's wrong.

She does act more confident around Viktor in the space-scape, like a partner, more than a colleague she has feelings for (as we've seen previously, she did seem a little nervous talking to him when she was alive). There's also the detail of her ghost form not wearing glasses anymore, though I don't have any particular analysis of that.

In conclusion, the pastel-ghost Sky that haunts Viktor is, in my opinion, a mix of his projection and the Hexcore leading him where it needs him, taking advantage of the blank canvas it has access to thanks to Viktor not forming a closer bond to her before her death. She still has an impact on the narrative and Viktor, or rather, the idea of her has. But neither Viktor or us really knew her, and we never will.

[orange-coloredsky-archive]

a development team that looks like this could not possibly have any preconceived biases against Black people. noooo way. its just a mistake that all of the Black people in fo4 are slaves or named after fascist colonizers or murdered or stereotypical conspiracy freaks. there is no way that the reality of this team is reflected in the art they create over and over and over and over and over and over and

[ID 1: A photo of the Fallout 4 development team taken from above and forward, showing a large crowd smiling at the camera, made up apparently entirely by white people, and almost entirely by white men. End ID.]

[lucaanis]

『🐲』 — taash's fortune's favour + details

[baldursgate3tempobsessed]

Please let Astarion meet Tav's family and have a younger sibling like 6 be like im gonna marry the prince points at Astarion.

Tav : Sorry, im married to the prince

NO IM GONNA MARRY THE PRINCE

That's so fucking cute kill me. But I just realized AFTER I finished it I read this wrong 😭😭 I read it as "marry" instead of "married" so whoops now it's an asking for your hand in marriage fic.

Also, I'm going to make this a weird little, unofficial, alternate reality, off shoot of this fic to explain away why Astarion can be in the sun without ascending because I am ~lazy~

Quick summary if you didn't read it, Tav serves Selune, gets a blessing for all the good work, and uses it to cure the anti-light issue of the vampirism (but not all of it). It's not a literal extension of that fic but I'm stealing my own plot explanations. That's it! Now here we go:

~

Astarion wasn't nervous per se. He was just... on edge. And the two-week journey it took to get here wasn't helping things, not when it gave him so much time to ruminate in his thoughts. He never expected to be in the position of "meeting the family," let alone in anticipation for asking for someone's hand in marriage.

Astarion wasn't even quite sure how his life got here. He had always fantasized that a life without Cazador would be one of selfish hedonism, not one where he would be legitimately concerned about a damn six year old sibling's first impression of him.

But then you came along, effortlessly shattering all of his grandiose plans with a batt of your eyelashes. Perhaps the entire journey of falling in love was more complicated, but it felt like it was that simple. In hindsight, he never stood a chance against you, but it was hilarious that there was a time he ever thought he did.

All of his prior dreams and fantasies felt like nothing in comparison to just being with you. It had been a year since you both saved the Sword Coast, a beautiful, fantastic year. That had ended with him somehow more in love with you now than when he first confessed. Selune's blessing had certainly helped with that he was sure. He still couldn't quite believe that you would use a god's blessing on him of all people, but gods, was he appreciative. Because being able to walk in the sun again meant that he could live the life he wanted, with no restrictions. He could be the partner you deserved, the kind that a father would happily say yes to when asking for your hand.

Which brought him back to his current dilemma. Perhaps he hadn't seen any of your family members in the time you'd been together, but he had heard plenty. You loved them all to death, especially your little sister. You wrote to them constantly, the mere sight of a letter from your parents enough to put you in a great mood for the rest of the day. He was aware that your mother was supposedly a saint, a fact that your own father had instilled in you often. He knew that they had a wonderful, loving marriage and were both higher ups in the Church of Selune. A fact that Astarion didn't particularly enjoy.

As grateful to the moon goddess as he was, he was aware that you were an expectation to the very normal belief that vampires were bad. And that marrying one was one of the stupidest things you could ever do from an average person's perspective, let alone a Selunite.

Why you hadn't done the smart thing and lied about what he was, Astarion would never know. But he did know that the thought of their rejection over his admittedly sordid history was putting him in a tailspin.

"They're going to love you," You said for the hundredth time, giving his hand a squeeze as you led him up the steps to your childhood home, "You have nothing to worry about sweetheart. I promise."

Astarion highly doubted that, but you were already knocking on the front door before he had a chance to argue. The door instantly slammed open, a beaming child already launching themselves at you before Astarion could process what was happening.

But you were more prepared them he was. You effortlessly caught them in your arms, laughing at their excited shouting, "Titi! You're late!"

So this was the famous Arabeth.

"No, I'm not!" You laughed as you settled her on your hip, "And what happened to my little girl's manners huh? You haven't even introduced yourself yet."

The child glanced over at him, like she was just realizing for the first time that someone else was standing over there. She looked a little shocked at the sight of him, staring at him with wide eyes. Wide enough for Astarion to start to wonder if something was on his face.

He gave her a little wave only for her to bury her face into your shoulder, peeking out at him with her lips pursed. Which was not the best start to the whole making his darling's family actually like him plan.

"Well, as you've probably guessed this is Arabeth. She's just a little shy," You reassured as you stepped inside, muttering a quick invitation inside under your breath. He appreciated that, he didn't need the whole house to be reminded of his... limitations.

"But she'll get over it soon enough," You continued as you called into the house, "Mom? Dad? We're here!"

And just like that they were rushing into the room, acting just as excited as your sister had been. Your mother wasted no time in smothering your face with kisses while your father swept you up into a hug. It was a rather impressive display of coordination, considering how they hadn't managed to knock you and your sister to the floor in the process. Astarion was pretty sure they were both saying something along the lines of We missed you! But it was hard to tell with all of you so tangled up in each other.

It was heartwarming to see, in all honestly. Of course such a loving person would come from an equally loving family, what else would he expect?

Though he certainly hadn't been expecting for your mother to throw her arms around him next. She brought him into a tight hug before looking him up and down, "So you're Astarion huh?"

She turned back to you, grinning ear to ear with her hands set on Astarion's shoulders, "He's so handsome! Selune help us, do you remember the last boy you brought home? He had a nose the length of my arm-"

"And that's enough of that," You said with a strained laugh, pulling your eccentric mother back a few inches, "And we've talked about the impromptu hugs. What happened to asking for permission?"

"Sorry, sorry!" She said with a wave of her hand, "Let me try again. I'm Seliras, and this is my husband-"

"Marcoul," Your father interrupted, putting his hand out for Astarion to shake, "It's been awhile since we've met a boyfriend."

"He's a little more than that," You said with a sigh as everyone exchanged pleasantries.

"We'll be the judge of that," Marcoul said with a sharp but friendly grin, the grip he had on Astarion's hand briefly tightening before he let go, "From what we've heard, you're quite the character aren't you?"

Ah, so the interrogating was starting early then. It was nothing that Astarion hadn't expected. Besides, turning up the charm was his strong suit, even when he was uncharacteristically nervous.

Astarion smiled back at him, "You've heard right. And I'm more than happy to answer any questions you might have."

"Oh gods please don't say that," You groaned, but it was too late. Your parents were already leading him to sit, rapid-fire questions coming out of their mouth.

Where are you from? How did you meet? Are you serious about our Tav? What's your religion? Where's your family? What are your plans?

But Astarion answered them all, with only mild censorship for the child's sake. The child who suddenly couldn't stop staring at him. It wasn't exactly easy to sell himself as a future husband when he was a vampiric ex-slave, but he made do.

It was an overwhelming experience to say the least, but not necessarily an unpleasant one. That was one good thing about trying to marry into a family of zealots, it was a lot easier to convince them of your virtue when you received a personal blessing from their goddess.

By the end of the night, they were all throughly appeased, enough so to get off the topic of him for a moment.

"You look a little young to have a thirty-year old child," Astarion said to your mother. He was actively trying to compliment her for obvious reasons, but he was also genuinely curious. She barely looked a day over 40.

"Oh we breed young," She said with a laugh, "We had Tav in our teenage years. Arabeth came much, much later. Our favorite little surprise. Gods, I can't think of a single person in our family who didn't have kids young. Our little Tav is the only exception to the rule."

"But maybe not for much longer, huh?" Marcoul added with a grin, yelping when you lightly smacked him over the head for the comment.

"Do not start the kid talk again!" You hissed out, cheeks red, "We've talked about this!"

Astarion couldn't help but grin at your reaction, charmed by your embarrassment. Though... the idea of the two of you having children together sure was an interesting thought.

Astarion felt a tug on his sleeve while you were distracted arguing with your parents. He turned, smiling when he saw your little sister standing there, still staring at him with wide-eyes.

She took a deep breath before blurting out, "You look like a prince. Are you?"

"Not exactly," Astarion said with a small laugh. That couldn't be further from the truth, "There's no blue blood in my veins."

She frowned, cocking her head at him like he wasn't making any sense. But then an idea obviously struck her as she excitedly asked, "But if you married a princess, then you'd become a prince too. Right?"

"I suppose?" Astarion answered with a shrug.

"So if I become a princess, and I marry you, then you'll be a prince?"

This conversation was quickly becoming out of his depth. But luckily enough for him you were swooping in to save him.

You laughed at her question, turning your attention back to the two of them, "No offense Bethy, but I'm going to be the one marrying this particular prince."

But Arabeth wasn't having it. She crossed her arms, looking at you like she was the one talking to a child, "You can't. Because if I don't marry him, he won't be a prince. So there. I have to do it."

She looked so serious, her facial expressions incredibly similar to your own. Astarion was holding back a loud laugh as you tried and failed to reason with her, "I can marry him without the royal status-"

"No! I'm marrying the prince!"

Your parents were doing a much worse job at hiding their reactions, both of them opening giggling behind their hands as you came up with a compromise.

"Okay, okay," You said with a sigh, kneeling down to look the small girl in the eye, "How about this? I marry him first. But only until you become a princess. Then he's all yours. Sound fair?"

She thought about it for a moment before nodding to herself, "Sounds fair."

Well Astarion wasn't going to get a better set-up then that. He turned to your father, his nerves coming back for a brief appearance, "I'm assuming now might be a good time to ask what I came here to ask. Though I do promise I only intending on asking for one of your children's hand in marriage."

Marcoul nodded slowly, his face unreadable as he spoke, "I mean no offense when I say this Astarion, but you aren't exactly who I imagined for my daughter."

"Dad don't-"

"Darling, let him finish," Astarion gently interrupted, his eyes still locked with your father's.

He took a deep breathe before continuing, "That said, I've never seen her so... herself with someone else before. So yes. The two of you can marry. On one condition."

"Anything," Astarion said instantly, nearly giddy at the fact that he was so close to the official yes, "Just name it."

"You have to have the wedding here," Seliras answered for him, a massive smile on her face, "No ifs, ands, or buts."

"And I get to be flower girl!" Arabeth chimed in, her past indignation completely forgotten as she climbed all over you, "And there has to be chocolate cake!"

"Oh gods, help us," You groaned, but Astarion was already nodding along. He couldn't give less than two shits where it happened or who was involved. He could scarcely believe that it was happening at all. But that was the last thing he had needed.

He already had the ring, the most amazing person he could ever fathom being with. Who actually wanted him back.

Now all he had to do was ask.

[dreemurr-skelememer]

i genuinely dont understand what makes these things okay to say to me. to anyone. youre literally making up stuff about me as you speak just so you can say the most insane shit about me. no proof, no heart, no fucking anything.

im not a person to you. i understand that.

i dont think people like you will ever treat me like a person over fictional shit i dont even post or talk about. i could do some insane shit like save children from a burning building or i could be dying and the only thing youd ever tell me is "okay? you LOVE fake incest though it all cancels out youre a HORRIBLE person youre a porn addict youre actually a kid diddler you didnt ACTUALLY save those children"

none of anything i do will be good to you because im not a person to you. youll never think of me as a person.

over fiction?

over fiction.

[tangledinink]

For the beautiful twins, a gift of hope

@tmntaucompetition

[the-innefable-idiot]

so that's what I got from the new BOC project announcements

[ultimateloserboy]

thinking about fluffybird and how tragic is is that theyre never gonna work out cuz they literally live in a land of nonsensical, miserable fiction. they can try all they want to become humanlike or alive, but no matter how close they get they will never truly be real. its an unfortunate reality, but love is a feeling for the sentient—the existing—and thats something theyre simply not. theyre nothing but animals in a petting zoo of felt. they think they know love and hate, but where do their own feelings start and the script they follow end? what part of them is real?

are the glances at each other or the jokes that they share real, or are they scripted events, their interactions written into reality by the hands of many actors and puppeteers?

or on the other hand— is this the real part of them? do they break away from their places to look the other in the face? do they shove away hands and fight their own bones just to meet each others eyes? if this is the case, it’s still just as hopeless. theyre cursed with constant amnesia and fatigue, blurring their thoughts and memories. its hard to fight the world itself as it slams you with narcotics and rots your brain with worms. every time they have the urge to rebel, its forgotten and scrubbed before they can try. and even if they did manage to win this pointless fight, what difference would it make? theyd have nowhere to run together. they still wouldnt be real.

whether their love is genuine or not, scripted or improvised, they are not real people and they have no real lives. its hopeless no matter the situation.

[tomatorabbitsticker]

Animatics I really want someone to make after watching Taylor Swift, Chappell Roan, and Sabrina Carpenter vids on repeat for writing inspo ft. BKDK, TGCK, and Hawks trying to convince everyone that the league isn't beyond redemption (it's not working)

[phoenix-artz]

had a dream i had a bigb stress ball??

and it looked something like this

istg:

confusion has never hit me this hard when i woke up

like bro why does he have a stress ball of his face

why is it so school poster looking

BIGB DO *NOT* MAKE A STRESS BALL OF YOUR FACE IM BEGGING

oh also he was in a cup for some reason

this looks so menacing LMAOOO

MY DREAMS ARE EITHER PEOPLE DYING OR WHATEVER THIS IS IM SOBBING

I WAS DRAWING ON A TABLET TOO IN THE DREAM AND JUST SO HAPPENED TO LOOK UP AT BIGB STRESS BALL CUP™

BRO IS JUST EXISTING IG

[bitchthefuck1]

you know what, I actually will talk about this because it's bothering me. The issue with focussing so heavily on syd and carmy's potential for a romantic relationship isn't that there's something inherently unintellectual about romance or whatever, it's that a lot of people seem incapable of doing that without immediately flattening the story and ignoring or intentionally misreading any and all nuance for the sake of that romance. Every scene suddenly becomes about how it impacts their relationship, every analysis is done through a romantic lens, every frame or line of dialogue becomes about finding some easter egg or hint that "proves" these people should start dating. Their dynamic is absolutely a fundamental part of this show, but if you can only see it as a will-they-won't-they, you miss so much of what the story is actually trying to say with these two.

There are good versions of this story where their relationship is romantic and there are good versions of this story where it isn't, but as soon as you decide them being together is "the point," you lose the ability to actually judge the story for what it is, not what you want it to be.

[osamucide]

if this bothers anyone they can kindly feel free to leave or ignore it or whatever but can we stop flooding the x reader tags with half-baked thinkpieces on why people should or shouldn’t do whatever with their writing. every other post is “you shouldn’t romanticize [x]” “you’re problematic if you do [x]” “stop writing about [x]” “[x] is gross and if you write about it kill yourself” how about if you don’t like certain content you heed the content warnings, block the tags, don’t interact with it, so on and so forth. of course part of our responsibility as writers, especially ones dealing with sensitive topics, is to label and tag our works appropriately but let’s be real—i hardly see any writers (at least within the bsd fandom) who don’t make it abundantly clear what they do/do not write about, interact with, or tolerate. wait until you find out how much fucked up shit happens in real life and how much some person on the internet coping with their trauma by writing self insert fanfiction about a cartoon character doesn’t fucking correlate to the perpetuation of that fucked up shit at all. it doesn’t even have to be that serious. people are going to write and read the content they want and they’re allowed to and you spilling your complaints all over the x reader tags “to boost attention” isn’t gonna change that. if you don’t like something ignore, unfollow, block, mind your own business. it’s actually super easy

[stefisdoingthings]

one thing that genuinely makes me nauseous and sick to my stomach is how common it is for cishet people to debate over transness—when is it acceptable to be trans? when should trans people have surgeries? should it be legal? why are people trans, anyway? why can't they just accept who they were born as?

this is all bullshit. these people are not professional by any means, they're not doctors, they're not psychologists or psychiatrists, they might've never even met a single trans person in their lives, and they still feel the need to debate over it. what purpose does this serve? why do they want to argue about which people deserve basic human rights and decency, why do they want to argue about which people deserve to be happy, depending on their fucked up and absurd criteria?

what's so hard to understand? why is our identity everyone's problem? why is it a topic of conversation at all, don't we all deserve to be treated like human beings instead of some endangered species of animals kept in zoos for their entertainment?

[rottenlittlefink]

lol I love completely disregarding canon when scripting my DR ♥️♥️ fuck canon

[weezarddd]

Yk, hearing about Mt. Fuji breaking its 130 year streak of snowing genuinely frightened me. No matter how much we scream at the people leading our countries, our WORLD, about the damage they are causing to it, nothing changes. Of course, I realized that this is absolutely just a money problem. Big corpos only care about money, that's already been hammered into our heads enough.

But that made me think... If they're only going to care about preserving the environment if it affects their money, then let's MAKE it affect their money. I know I'm only one person, and I don't have that loud of a voice... But I want to make a difference. I want EVERYONE to make a difference, because not using plastic straws or recycling our stuff at home doesn't do anything. They WANT us to think it's our fault, when the very factories and facilities they make money from are what's destroying our planet.

I don't know what to do exactly... Again, I'm only a small voice on Tumblr. I'm 17 and still have a whole life ahead of me that I want to experience... and I'm sure everyone here, and in the wider world, wants nothing more than to have a future that isn't cut short, because of silk-suited motherfuckers that see more value in our money than our life. The world isn't ending yet, and there is no way in hell I'm going to hand my life over to the corporate pigs that want to drain this planet until it's empty.

So everyone, let's do whatever we can to hit the corpos where it hurts. Let's make it so that they can't ignore us anymore.

[redysetdare]

every time i see a post that is like "ughh why cant we have aspec characters who aren't aroace for once" I have to do a double take like "is the aroace rep in the room with us right now?" because genuinely....where is all this aroace rep y'all are complaining about? Why cant i find it yet it's apparently the only aspec rep we get?? You admit that TV never says the word aromantic so where is the aroace rep. So far I've pretty much only seen canonically asexual characters and not much else buddy.