#MASSIVE spoilers

[aunttheta]

I've been seeing some posts about siffrin being bad at his job that got me thinking super hard about it. Like Siffrin IS bad at their job but it's only because he's recently disabled, Like at the point we first meet him he doesn't seem to even fully accept the lost eye as being lost and they haven't adjusted to it being missing and what that really means.

Almost everytime Sif misses something in the house its because they couldn't SEE it, like the switch in the pillar, the key in the head housemaidens office, and i think the most obvious offender the counter.

Honestly the only things I can think of that he misses due to just, not getting it would be the secret library and the key in the diary, which I also find the diary super interesting because I feel it's pretty safe to assume they miss it because of how he values privacy of thought but that's not what this is about.

The point is Siffrin is struggling with his sight and no longer can spot things as easily as he likely is used to, and isn't giving himself any breathing room for messing up because in their mind they should be better at this because at some point not that long ago he WAS better at this, meaning if he failed its got to be his fault, that means he isn't trying as hard as they should or didn't look hard enough, either way it would be because of some kind of failing on their part.

But that isn't true, the issue isn't looking hard enough or trying harder or anything like that, it's because he's partially BLIND and won't ask or talk to the party about it, because as previously established he refuses to acknowledge it affects him and his ability to do their job.

And all of this ties in to their inability to talk about or even think about their feelings. One of the major themes of the game is communication and I think the eye is a pretty great example of Siffrin's general struggle with it and also is just a great view into the way he sees himself in general, which is.... not great lol.

Okay I'm done I have no more rambles, hopefully this was coherent and made sense lol. I have so many thoughts about Siffrin's eye and how that affects him and all that, it's so interesting. Put that creature into he blender to be thoroughly examined lol.

[ineffableluci]

You don't get what this means to me ok

[raayllum]

crying. i won

[bootyliquor9000]

CRINGETOBER DAY 11: 5+1

MASSIVE spoiler warning!!!!!!! explanation under cut

i literally had no other ideas, and i am NOT writing (butchering) fanfiction (i cannot write)

okay forgive me fandom for i have sinned

5 times fushi's friends have died for him, and 1 time they came back

[peacefulmultishipper]

(Copy and Pasted from Reddit with some tweaks)

I think the major issues of Lanolin come down to that it’s the heroes (as well as fan favourites) that she was being harsh too and Mimic (a villain) being supportive towards her attitude as it benefits his plans so of course, it frames her in a bad light to many fans.

We know what’s really going on as we get to see the villains’ plans and motives but Lanolin doesn’t and that’s where people tend to forget that the characters don’t share the knowledge that the player/reader does which can be frustrating.

Genuinely outside of her not checking if Team Sonic were okay, Lanolin has been understandable in her actions because she’s right that boards going haywire and the Team standing on the track are hazards.

She’s also made it clear that she will not do favouritism when it comes to her work as shown throughout the issue and is a stickler for the rules…this lines up with previous issues and the character overall.

As I’ve said many times before on the Sonic subreddits, I hope she gets an arc or even a special where she learns to chill out from another character (Maybe from Big since they’re complete opposites) and eventually apologises to Silver.

I understand the dislike of her character (even as I typed this all out, I don’t like her either) yet definitely agree with that Twitter are blowing this out of proportion especially by those who hate IDW but that’s Twitter in a nutshell and won’t be surprised if people are here are doing the same in that one tag that shall not be named for my sanity. lol

TLDR; People don’t like sheep for being too serious and mean especially to our heroes.

[lasandra]

Super Massive End Game Veilguard Spoilers Under the Cut!

Seriously. If you haven't finished playing Veilguard, DO. NOT. READ. So I finished DA:tV and I have been really trying to sort out my thoughts... And well...

Sdlkajshdfklajhsdfklajhsdflkjahsdklfjhaskldfjhaskldfhj I CAN'T!!! My dudes I am SO conflicted!!! Solas is the only character I have ever come across that I both love to pieces and want the best for him but I also want to beat him until he is a puddle of bruised yolk and cracked shells. This dude KILLED VARRIC FOR REALSIES! I am not okay with that. My Hawke's GOING to hunt him down when she finds out. If the Tevinter Magisters can get into the Black City then dammit so can she. And when she does, I am not sure even Lavellan can save him. Amelia (My Hawke) has lost so many of her friends/family/loved ones she can't handle this anymore. He also killed God's gift to elves Felassan. It's been over a decade since I read The Masked Empire but I don't remember there being a great reason other than him being upset that Felassan failed. Dude has GOT to stop killing his friends lol. Especially the hot ones. Like. Come on. As if that wasn't enough, he manipulated Rook. I love my first Rook (Carwyn de Riva) so much that I am STRUGGLING to play another playthrough with any of the other Rooks I had planned. To see that he manipulated her with blood magic... Stopped her from being able to mourn Varric with the others properly.... AND tricked her into that prison??? He didn't think she'd be able to get out. Luckily she had plot armor because if she hadn't gotten out I would find a way into Thedas to rip him apart myself. *Aggressive breathing noises* I feel very normal about this, obviously. Seriously though, guys, I came THIIIIIIIS close to tricking him with the fake dagger even knowing that Lanaya (my Lavellan) wouldn't have gotten her happy ending. JUST so I could see the LOOK on his face when he realized ROOK outplayed him at his own game! At the SAME time however... The idea of sending him into the Black City alone... hurts me lol! I don't want him to suffer. Dude has suffered a lot and honestly, I'm not entirely sure his being a friend-murdering ass is *entirely his fault... The longer I sit with everything, the more certain I am that Solas didn't really have a choice. Seems very much like he was sort of bound to the will of Mythal. Maybe I've missed something, I'm not as lore-savvy as I once was. But in the end when Mythal tells Solas that she releases him from her service and only THEN (NOT when Lavellan BEGS him to stop) is he willing to do the right thing? I don't know. It just reminded me SO much of his personal quest in Inquisition where his Wisdom Spirit friend had been bound and twisted against its purpose. If it works anything like what we saw in Inquisition with whoever drank from the Well of Sorrows, who's to say when something was him vs the will of Mythal? It could be a bit of a stretch but, there's certainly room for that interpretation, I think. And if that's the case, then he doesn't deserve the hell that awaits him. It's also the only interpretation I can really accept Lanaya still wanting to be with him. Varric was her friend too. While forgiveness is something I give freely, I cannot imagine reconciling with a man who did what Solas did without him having been essentially forced into doing it. *Sighs deeply* I saw the different versions of his endgame images... Shit man. The only way this man gets a happy ending is with Lavellan. Dude looks so miserable and gloomy in all the other endings. Moire (Trevelyan) was Solas' friend. She wouldn't want to send him off to be alone in such a terrible place. That would seriously eat at her. (Rook wouldn't care. Her give a damn was busted after he betrayed her for the twenty-billionth time.) It can never be anything but a complete and utter rollercoaster with this man! I do think that the ending I got with him was as good as it possibly could have been though, given everything. Sorry for this really poorly written rant. I needed to get this out of my system and it's almost 3am lol.

[lestatisprince]

Drops this here and sees self out.

[anotherprofessional]

Not sure why the despair took over my brain today but here we are.

🧹🤎 + 🍀🧡...

[thelreads]

OH FUCK YEAH, I KNEW I SHOULDN'T HAVE WORRIED, WE WILL HAVE THE NEGATOR VS MASTER RULES AFTER ALL

And it seems it's gonna be some serious shit, since they are divided for the fights. Let's see...

We have:

Undraw against Justice

Untruth and Mai against Time

Unrepair and Untrust against Sick

Unfair and Untell against... I can't see who that is but it seems to be War.

Unchange against Change (fucking hype rn)

And on the outside, holding back God is Unmove, and of course, Undead and Unluck against Death and Luck

Holy fuck man

So with Language and Beast already done, Soul is still the one uncounted for, but I suppose it will take the whole union to take him down

[nanadoesart]

Where it began and where we used to be

Another xeno series piece

this time for the @xenobladetravelzine

It was an amazing opportunity to test my skills using one of my favorite series as my muse, please check out the zine and be on the look out for other art pieces that were featured :)

[udnergecko]

MASSIVE UNDERTALE YELLOW SPOILERS

Okay so i'm pretty sure i beat flowey but...

Look at that face

I don't like that

[factorialsotherfandoms]

HELLO! Today I bring you post-canon EdM fanfic. It has massive spoilers, read at your own risk, ao3 link here and full text below the cut

Oswaldo awakens in a field. It is dark, and his vision struggles to see further than the wildflowers around him. His body feels wrong, there is the ache of injuries he does not remember, and a stiffness that does not feel quite right.

He is also alone.

Very, very alone.

That's…

"Alan?" He whispers.

This is…

Think. What does he remember.

Last he remembers… They were about to arrive on a mission. At a place called the Perimeter, a place that does not exist. Previous agents had vanished, and those that returned had lost their memories, so… so a long term investigation was being arranged.

Okay. His memory has a gap, but it is not contextually unexpected.

Not contextually unexpected, but why is he alone? And in a field? Where is Alan? How long has it been - did something happen? He was unconscious not walking so it cannot be he left, it must be that someone succeeded in banishing the paranormal. It’d nighttime, maybe he was asleep, but why was he asleep and not preparing the infirmary for patients? A delay before the magic undid, maybe?

He thinks… That works. right?

But where is Alan, where is Theo, how long has it been, did something happen-?

If something happened, if something happened…

"Alan!" He yells his beloved’s name this time, then takes a deep breath and calls louder still "Alan!"

He pulls himself up, starts looking around. He finds one of their photographs in the mud nearby - he grabs it, clings to it, tries to work out where to go.

If they have just finished the mission, people are likely hurt. He should… He should find the infirmary, get there and prepare. Maybe Alan is gone because he was fighting the cause? While Oswaldo prepared for patients?

But then why is Oswaldo in a field, and not the infirmary?

He needs to find someone.

Anyone.

Alan.

“Alan!” He calls again, trying ro pick a direction to search. “Jorge? Anyone?”

It is dark - it is really dark - he cannot see-

"Uncle Oswaldo?" A voice calls back. "Where are you?!"

Theo.

He sounds scared.

"I'm here," Oswaldo calls back. "Theo, are you okay?!"

Oswaldo squints against the darkness, turning to look for his nephew - Alan's nephew, but his all the same.

As he looks… he spots a faint, purple light not a little ways behind himself.

No, not just purple light - a UV torch. Every agent was equipped with one, but Oswaldo has nothing with him, not even bandages. They were supposed to have normal light ones as well, but perhaps in however long it's been, whoever this is had lost theirs?

Does not matter. The light moves, and either it is Theo or a very specific sort of trick.

"I think I see you!" He calls back. "Stay there!"

The light twists and Oswaldo is only more certain of his choice.

He stumbles a little as he runs, feet catching on an assortment of debris, all hidden by the wildflowers. He still clings to the photograph he found, chasing towards the light.

As he approaches the figure holding the light becomes apparent, and then that figure becomes familiar.

"Theo!" He reaches out, grabbing his nephew's face. Even in the dark, he can tell things have changed. Theo is older, now, his face filled out a little more and the bleached fringe now just one lock of hair. "Theo, are you alright?!"

Theo is frozen for a moment, and then all movement as he throws his arms around Oswaldo's chest. Oswaldo shifts, moving to return the hug, keeping the shaking boy - man, now, he is very clearly a man now - tightly against him.

"I thought-" Theo's voice bubbles. "I woke alone, and something happened, and I don't-"

"I think…" Oswaldo hesitates a moment. "I think the mission is over? It was a memory well, perhaps we couldn't undo that, only stop it going further? The others must be around somewhere."

He says it with more confidence than he has; years of shaken patients and time at the surgical table has only taught him a little more consideration.

Theo nods, "where's uncle Alan?"

"I'm not sure," Oswaldo tries to mask the terror that question leaves in his throat. "We can go look for him. He was probably with the team fighting whatever caused the problems, right?"

"Right," Theo takes a deep breath, pulling away as he dries his eyes.

He looks so, so much older now - just how long has it been?

"There's nobody that way, I just came from over there."

There could be, further away.

But it's as much a way to make a decision as any.

The photograph goes in Theo's bag, and together they use the UV torch to see just a little more than in the darkness. It is a cloudy night - a new moon, even - and the little helps, reflecting off disjointed metal and scraps burrowed in the mud. There is something familiar about some of it, in a way Oswaldo refuses to think about; he just clings to Theo's hand, and they keep walking.

If Oswaldo thinks about how he seems to have awoken in the remains of a destroyed infirmary, equipment unevenly buried until everything is a trip hazard, he will break.

So they just walk, hand in hand, an occasional call of "is anyone there?" "Alan?" "Beto? Rossi?" "George? Lethicia? Veríssimo?" "Uncle Alan?" between them.

After not very long or perhaps forever they hear an answer.

"Oswaldo?" The voice is faint, but unmistakable. "Theo?"

"Alan?!"

Squinting against the darkness, Oswaldo can see a shape sat against a rock. Most of him is obscured, but he knows that voice like he knows his own soul; he drops Theo's hand, and runs towards him.

Alan does not rise, instead he stays sat against the rock. Worry builds in Oswaldo's throat, barely even checking for danger before he crashes to his knees at his beloved's side.

Alan does not even turn to him.

"Alan?" He calls again, softer now, patting his face in an attempt to draw attention. "Alan? What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

He looks rough, but it is unmistakably his Alan, no matter how many years have passed and how many scars have been accrued. Oswaldo wants nothing more than to sink into his arms, return to his favourite place in the world, but first he has to make sure his beloved is okay.

Please, please, if there is a god, let it be something Oswaldo can treat at least.

The lack of anyone else here is terrifying.

So, too, is a lack of corpses.

Didn't he and Alan command a team? Where are they?

"Oswaldo?" Alan turns to face him, just a little. "You're there?"

"I'm here," Oswaldo promises. "Alan, are you hurt? Is anything wrong?"

Theo comes close, and stops a few steps behind them. He rummages in his bag; Oswaldo pays it no mind other than making sure he still knows where their nephew is.

"I can't see," Alan's voice shudders a little. "Oswaldo-"

"It's dark," Oswaldo answers, dread in his stomach. "A lot of time seems to have passed…  Maybe… I'll check. As soon as we're somewhere with lights, I'll check. It'll be okay, I promise, I'm right here, everything will be okay."

Alan clings to his hand, but takes a deep breath and nods.

"I tripped over a root or something,” he tells him. “Hit my head and scraped up my leg. Seemed better to stop trying and wait for someone to come to me after that."

"Idiot," Oswaldo nudges him before moving to feel across his head. He cannot find any swelling, but once they have proper light… "You shouldn't have tried if you can't see; I will always find you. You know I always find you."

Alan’s face softens a little. “So you do. I-”

"Got it!" Theo yells, drawing both of their attentions. There's the sound of something heavy being dropped; as Oswaldo turns to look, he is greeted by a red box. "First aid kit!"

"Thank you Theo," Oswaldo would give his soul for their nephew at the worst of times, and especially right now. "Can you see if you can find a better light? Just be careful, and stay close."

"Of course."

Theo hesitates, and then steps away. Oswaldo listens to the footsteps for a few moments, then begins checking the first aid kit.

Usually…

It's a small, tiny thing, but there is a little keyring torch there. It is too small to walk by, and he dare not risk putting it near potentially damaged eyes even if to assess them, but it is enough for what he needs.

"I'll check your head first, then your leg," he tells Alan. "Theo's looking for a better torch - I can still see him. There's no monsters, and we're safe."

"Oswaldo," Alan's voice is tight again, perhaps tighter. “You're not hurt?"

He considers that as he checks Alan's head more properly. There is some bruising in grey hair, but it's not particularly swollen or tender - something to keep an eye on, but not an immediate issue, given his responses are coherent enough.

"I'm okay," he replies. "Sore, it feels a little like healed injuries or old bruising, but there is nothing recent. Theo is alright, too; scared, but intact."

"Good," Alan squeezes his shoulder. "That's… I'm glad it's only me."

The eyesight explains why Alan isn't with the other combatants, having fought whatever the cause is.

It does not explain anything else, or ease the worry in Oswaldo's veins.

Still, his Alan is hurt. Make sure he'll be alright, then hunt the others together.

Head injury, leg injury… There's no point asking about dizziness or nausea right now; newly discovered vision problems will do that, too, and they are not in a position where they can do anything but move.

They have to find more people, or shelter - something - and they have to get up to do so. They'll have to be careful, but he's conscious and talking, so the rest can wait for a proper room; they’ll just be careful, that’s all.

Moving down, he finds Alan's trousers torn. Beneath there is one long cut, deeper than the rest, and a bunch of scrapes.

Oswaldo takes a wipe, and grieves the lack of stitching supplies in Theo's kit. He knows exactly why they are missing, but the long cut could definitely do with something.

"You've some cuts," Oswaldo tells him. "I'm going to clean and bandage them for now, but you'll need stitches and a tetanus jab as soon as we find some. Alright?"

"I trust you," Alan tells him.

Oswaldo kisses his cheek, then begins.

By the time he has finished, Theo has returned with a better flashlight. Oswaldo quickly reminds him to keep it away from everyone's eyes - the last thing they need is the sudden change in light hurting Alan more - then puts everything away. Rather than return it to Theo, he strings the first aid kit onto his belt.

"I'd tell you not to put weight on it, but we really need to get out of here," Oswaldo tries to keep his tone light. "So, leaning on me?"

"I always do."

Oswaldo offers a smile, then realises it cannot be seen.

It falls quickly, but he helps Alan get an arm over his shoulder, and then onto his feet. The position is awkward, but the only other way Oswaldo would take it is for nobody to be injured at all.

"I'm fine," Alan tells him.

Oswaldo shushes him, "Theo? Can you lead? Just go a little slowly."

"Of course!"

In the torchlight his eyes are wide, typical of the boy they know but looking strange on a much older face.

Still, it is with growing confidence that he finds a safe route onwards, keeping up a chain of words. It takes a moment for Oswaldo to realise what he is doing, but when he does… It's very considerate.

They walk on again, unsure exactly for how long. Soon, however, Theo interrupts himself to say "I see more lights!"

With them pointed out, Oswaldo can see them too. A small collection of probably torches, gathered in the middle of a field.

"Hey!" Theo calls, about to run ahead, only to pause and remember what he is doing. Oswaldo smiles, watching him restrain himself, and staying close instead.

There is no way that the people at the lights would have heard the call, that far away. When they get a little closer, however, one light does break off from the group.

"Someone's headed our way," Oswaldo tells Alan. "There's a lot of lights down there - it's probably some of the others, not cultists. I doubt there’d be that many cultists with electric torches in a field."

Alan understands the inference; he might be able to see little to nothing, but Oswaldo feels him tense up, ready for a fight.

"Hey!" Theo calls, once the light comes close. "Who's there?"

"Theo?" The voice… Oswaldo struggles more with this voice than those of his family. A woman, though, and familiar. "Thank god, I was so worried when you weren't with the others. Did you find anyone else?"

"Just the three of us, Lethica," Alan is the one to reply, relaxing a little. "Is anyone else missing?"

"Theo was the last of my tea," she replies, now close enough to see. "So we're all accounted for now. Everyone else… Diogo has found his way here, but not Jorge. I'm not sure exactly, but it seems to be about half of their team and a quarter of yours here, plus a couple of the missing agents. Nobody's seen Veríssimo or either Besatt, though; we're looking for a phone."

"Your best bet would be Calisto," Alan frowns. "I think only you, he, and I have mobiles, maybe one of the rookies?"

She shakes her head, "already checked. And we tried the radios, but nobody answered."

As they talk, they slowly begin the cautious descent to the group.

"I'm glad you're alright," she tells them. "We worked out the three of you were probably together about as soon as we realised Theo wasn't with us, but with so few of your team making their way over here…"

"It's been a long walk," Oswaldo replies. "We haven't seen anyone else, but they may have gone a different way? Or been off fighting whatever caused all of this?"

"We can hope," Lethica agrees, then pauses, and "Alan, are you hurt?"

"Just scraped up my leg tripping over a rock; Oswaldo's feeling protective," Alan replies.

Oswaldo would correct him, but… better not to. If he wants to keep it quiet until they know what's wrong exactly, Oswaldo will help him hide it.

"Is anyone else injured?" Oswaldo asks instead. "I can't imagine Alan was the only one who tripped in the dark; I don't have much equipment, but I can check people at least."

"I don't-" Lethicia pauses a moment, reconsidering. "There's a few people a bit banged up, but I think anyone seriously injured would struggle with the terrain; once it's light we can organise search parties, but I don't want to risk anyone else in the dark. Fernanda thinks we’re an hour or two off dawn.”

She pauses, frowning, clearly wanting to say something else.

The three of them give her a moment.

“Speaking of Fernanda… Some of the rookies are acting a little odd. I'll send them your way if it becomes very odd."

"I'll arrange to see everyone once it's light," Oswaldo promises, already running through what he will need to do. "If there is anything serious or bleeding, though, we'll keep ourselves central. Just direct people over."

If Veríssimo, both Besatts, and Jorge are still missing, Lethicia will have been trying to organise everyone herself - no wonder she looks about to drop dead from exhaustion. Hopefully he and Alan can take some of the pressure from her, coordinate their own team at least, perhaps Jorge's too.

Or maybe he's wrong and Diogo took control, which is perhaps the more terrifying option entirely.

Still, she leads them down to the group. Theo glances back as he's mobbed by some of his friends - Oswaldo promises they'll be fine, prompting Alan to shoo their boy off - before running off to join them. There are a couple of crates and camping chairs around the area people are congregating in; Oswaldo helps Alan sit down, only to be pulled onto his lap.

Familiar arms wrap around him, and he leans back to kiss the inside of Alan's neck.

"We'll work it out," he quietly promises. "I won't leave you."

"I love you," Alan replies, equally as quiet. "Always and forever."

"Forever and always," Oswaldo replies. "Even into the depths of hell."

That draws a chuckle, before Alan drops his face into Oswaldo's shoulder. "I am so, so very glad you are safe."

"You must have protected me,' Oswaldo replies. "So, thank you. For that. And for staying safe yourself."

"I don't remember doing anything."

"But you must have," Oswaldo clings to his arms. "Because I love you, and you love me, and whatever else happened in these years, we are safe and we are together."

"And we always will be."

"And we always will be."

[sugarepoxy]

ohhhh my god. Rewatching ep 97 and during the dream Gillion is actively trying to keep morale up by cracking jokes and encouraging Chip and Jay. He never once shows that he's weakened voluntarily. Only when Chip and Jay are dead does he actually get serious. His demeanor completely changes. Ohhhhhh mannnnnnnnnn dudeeeeeee

[americankimchi]

even though i'm tagging for spoilers, i'm still going to do a read-more cut just in case for maximum coverage. be aware, below contains MASSIVE spoilers for the endgame content of dragon age: the veilguard. read at your own discretion 👍

not exactly verbatim bc i didn't screenshot the lines as they were happening but:

"the veil wont fall by my hands"

"i'm giving you the ritual dagger to kill elgar'nan. i can think of no better person to give this to"

i swear if this game doesn't give me the option to throw the dagger away or kill my rook off with it instead of tearing down the veil like solas wants my rook to i'm going to be pissed. the amount of agency that has been stripped from me during this endgame has been absolutely wild 💀

my chief complaints:

"regret is a lock that can contain even a god" or whatever his line was. the thing is. my rook doesn't regret those deaths. hello he's a grey warden. in death, sacrifice motherfucker those aren't just meaningless words!! he's not going to disrespect the deaths of his companions by. checks notes. releasing yet another threat onto the world they died to save!! my rook would've stabbed HIMSELF before letting solas back out tf?? who the hell is regretting anything motherfucker killing ghilan'nain was A MASSIVE W FOR THE TEAM. LIKE YEAH PEOPLE DIED BUT WE ALL KNEW WHAT WE WERE SIGNING UP FOR 💀💀 like my rook romanced lucanis, and it looked like lucanis was dead. i was fully prepared to accept that loss and move on. it would've been a wonderful addition to the narrative. and then. well. that fuckass sequence where solas was like "YOU REGRET YOUR FRIENDS DYING SOOOOO MUCH DON'T YOU" like. NOT REALLY BRO..... IT WAS A NOBLE SACRIFICE. THAT THEY WILLINGLY OPTED INTO. NOT THAT YOU WOULD KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THAT SOLAS 🙄🙄

rook not immediately clocking solas for the traitorous scoundrel he is thru his wordplay. emphasizing that HE (solas) wouldn't be the one to tear down the veil. hey guess who's been an extremely recent victim of mind-altering spellcraft via blood magic by the very person standing in front of you!! who is also holding THE RITUAL DAGGER SOLAS JUST GAVE HIM!! three guesses who and the first two don't count!!

the ritual dagger. solas's insistence that only rook can deal the final blow. okay why just rook. could it be because rook is the only one whose mind you've got your slimy little fingers all over 🙄

anywaysssss if i don't have the option to avoid the "manipulated to tear down the veil because well SOLAS wasn't gonna do it!! he kept his promise!!!" ugh c'mon man. at least give me the choice :(

origins woulda let my ass die fr. LET ME KILL OFF MY ROOK FOR THE CAUSE (PISSING SOLAS OFF)

MY ROOK WOULD GLADLY DIE FOR IT. HE'S A WARDEN, THEY KNOW ABOUT DYING TO GET THE JOB DONE!!!!!!

[blitzy-blitzwing]

hey decepticons how did you die?

[peacefulmultishipper]

I wasn’t expecting to get jumping scared by a Casey’s performance in Dark Beginnings but here we are and I love it.