#My playthough

[just-a-gamer-daydeamer-girl]

My playthrough so far of Professor layton vs phoenix wright, I have watched a walkthough but it was years ago, will be intresting seeing it again after so long. I will be pointing out some bits I find intresting

First up the menu before you meet the ace attorney and the spirit medium.

Luke is whispering to the air.

After a cute little puzzle we get to the meat of the story.

I was kind of like 'ugh.... of course' when I realized his name's pun. It wouldn't be an ace attorney game without names that are too clever for their own good. Wish it didn't take me years to realize what it was.

Oh! this is nice, I have played a few Professor Layton games in the past! (I'm a pretty recent fan) The UI is a lot better then the other games, I like it tells you how many puzzles and hint coins you can find!

Yup that is a car up in the tree.

Noticed the weird space between Layton and Luke, Guess it will be filled in later but it is kind of weird

The witch you were chasing had one giant eye. I think its easy to make a connetion here. But why is it just here? I'm pretty sure civials use this bridge every day. Also espellas cape is just on the ground. it was also pretty easy getting into the passage way.... Its pretty easy with hinesight what exactly is going on here.

Yeah! Puzzle solved. The art is pretty too, looks like stained glass.

A bit of foreshadowing in this tunnel, (if you know, you know.) Also Hey Espella! hows the floor?

[ginacartoon]

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Spoiler for Splatoon 3 but...

[ninjasmudge]

cult of the lamb has some really cool visuals and the accent color is my fave so i really wanted to do some post-game designs and doodles to get out of an art slump

[sadmages]

Replaying DA2 again. Missed these freaks

[sennamaticart]

Nobody is a better hunter than Tulin!

[feather-x-crown]

Thirsty Astarion and a drink check on the ethicly sourced organic red 🩸

Mlem Mlem Mlem 👅

Inspired by that BG3 DnD Clip from Larion and High Rollers Collab Dnd game: [LINK]

[bonesjaunst]

Maybe in another life...

And here they are without the gunshot!

Nobody talk to me </3

[scandalousadventures]

🩸 Enter The Ocean House Hotel... if you dare! 🩸

[scarila]

Goddess

[sirguyofdykesborn]

had to go back down 40 hours of gameplay because the guy needed for my wife's quest killed himself right in the very beginning and i couldnt spend yet another game staying faithful to a woman who doesn't like me back. well anyway lesbianism won

[gith-zeri]

Random Dragon Age thought.

We all know how ridiculously easy it is to kill an Elven Inquisitior's Clan and how the angst is never really addressed in the base game( a decade later and I'm still bitter).

But God, can you imagine the advisor who botched the war table mission has to feel? Especially if they're in a romance with Lavellan, like your lovers whole family is gone.

The family, depending on who Lavellan romances would've been their in-laws.

All dead by your actions, and your lover can't even have the time to grieve.

Fuck if the relationship dissolves after that, the advisors still have family to turn to. Josephine has Leliana and her whole family, Cullen has his siblings.

But Lavellan? Nothing

That is a lot of toxic angst potential.

I always romance Josie and can't bear to make her sad, so this idea is on the backburner.

[somefanchick]

I'm obsessed with BG3 Character Narratives (Some Companion Quest/Story Spoilers)

So it's almost common knowledge at this point that the origin companions have a common theme, power imbalance that victimizes the companion. However, my favorite part of this is how relatively unconventional. I say this because a lot of media that shows power imbalance showcase an abusive boyfriend or husband, which is 100% not the case in BG3. (I'll try and fail to be brief.)

The only abusive romantic relationship that is showcased is Gale's relationship with Mystra. She grooms him, mistreats him, and even tells him that she'll 'forgive' him for his past 'sins' (literally trying to help her and gain back some power over his own life) if he ends his own life for the 'greater good'. She has power over his craft and every essence of his life.

Shadowheart and Lae'zel both have to deal with goddesses that they give everything to betraying and lying to them. Lae'zel focuses more on the goddess thing, while Shadowheart's story is more focused on the betrayal of the people who raised her under the goddess's instruction. Both have to come with the terms that everything that they had been raised to believe being a lie. The 'families' that they trusted and who held power over their emotions and homes were in it for their own gain and not caring what happens to Shadowheart or Lae'zel.

Karlach was stuck with a demonic overlord, similar to Wyll (who I'll talk about in a second), but her story focuses on her relationship with Gortash in the end. It focuses on how she felt safe taking care of him and he tossed her aside without much care. I don't even remember what he gained or if he gained anything by giving Karlach away. She gave everything to him and he took it and gave it away without a second thought. She was a child who grew up too fast. Gortash was the only person she could be less adult around. And he just tossed her away.

Wyll is under the power of a demon who can curse him and ruin his life even more if he disobeys. He is the probably the most aware of how bad this relationship is, since he knew it was a bad idea even before striking the deal with Mizora. He was a victim of circumstance who is still paying for his sacrifice at the beginning of the game.

Astarion is also aware of how abusive Casador is, but he was fooled into thinking Casador was good before he was turned. But after that Casador is a classic abusive relationship. There is little emotional manipulation, Casador mostly relying on his physical and mystical power over his spawn to control their actions. As well as relying on general mistreatment and abuse to keep them in line and further his own motives.

All of these relationships are semi-realistic. While magic and vampires aren't commonly in the real world, the dynamics still exist. Male victims of grooming and abuse at the hand of girlfriends and wives, families and communities that put their gods or themselves over the children stuck in those situations, people who pour their hearts into trusted adults only to be tossed away, people who sacrifice their happiness and get themselves in bad situations to better the lives of those they love, and men used by other men who abuse and harm them. These are examples of abusive power imbalances that get commonly overlooked and ignored in media in favor of the (slightly more common) dynamic of a man abusing a woman.

As a storyteller, I really appreciate the writing of BG3. These companion stories highlight experiences that get overshadowed in other media. I know these writers really cared about those people and wanted to give them a character they could relate to in some way to help prove they they aren't alone.

And for that, I say thank you.

[lirotation]

I Hail from Silverymoon: The party night

POV my little fanfic. Astarion X Amaara(my wizard Tav). Seriously though, who didn't see through his theatrics? It was pretty bad the first couple of hours into the game. I wanted to smack him and ask him to talk normal.

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The Tug of Influence

Astarion reveled in the satisfaction of his successful influence over Amaara. After almost two centuries, he finally had control over something. It had become a game for him, a way to get what he desired with seemingly minimal effort. He had grown comfortable in this dynamic, his requests and desires granted without much resistance. Yet, he knew that the time had come to aim for something more substantial, something that would truly solidify his hold over her thoughts.

"We can unlock immense abilities if we embrace the tadpole's power," Astarion's words flowed smoothly, a silver-tongued promise hanging in the air. "Imagine how powerful we could become, side by side."

Amaara's expression remained uncertain, a reflection of the internal battle waging within her. "Power without wisdom is perilous. The risks are too great, too unknown. I do not want to venture into something I know nothing about. It can corrupt us, change us in ways we can't anticipate."

"Or," Astarion leaned in closer, his voice dripping with seduction, "it may secure our survival. Don't you want a future with me? Imagine what we could overcome together."

Amaara turned away, a mixture of frustration and concern etching her features. "I've studied forces beyond our control. They always turn on those who wield them."

Astarion's patience was wearing thin, the careful façade of tenderness starting to crack. He reached out and turned her chin to face him, his eyes locking onto hers. "You cling to dusty books and denial. We must use everything at our disposal, especially when faced with the unknown."

"Not when it may cost our body and soul," Amaara's voice held a firm resolve, her gaze unwavering.

A flash of frustration flickered in Astarion's eyes as her words echoed in his ears. He had assumed she was firmly within his grasp, malleable to his will.

"If you won't embrace strength, then stand aside. I'll claim this power myself," he declared.

"I cannot let you take such a risk!" Amaara immediately countered

Astarion contained his surprise at her quick refusal, though it rattled his perception of control over her. The familiar feeling of being powerless - as he had been for two centuries under Cazador - came crashing back, filling him with equal parts of fear and rage.

"Have it your way then," he retorted, all pretense of charm gone. His voice now dripped with unveiled venom, his true impatient nature exposed. "Keep standing between me and what I want, and I will have to go through you."

Amaara's eyes widened, taken aback by the intensity of his words. The venomous tone of his threat cut through her, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable.

As her pained expression met his gaze, a pang of regret shot through Astarion's fear-fueled mind. His haste and frustration had gotten the better of him, and he realized the gravity of his words. Seducing Amaara required subtlety and finesse, a gradual erosion of her defenses over time. He had grown too comfortable in their dynamic and had acted recklessly, potentially undoing the progress he had made in days of careful effort. He may have overplayed his hand in this instance, but he was determined to regain control of the intricate dance he had been leading.

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The party night

After the argument last time about tadpole power. Astarion went on like nothing had happened. Amaara won't deny that doubt started to plague her mind. She reflected and regrouped, clung to the memory of the tenderer exchanges. She was well aware of Astarion's struggles, the demons that haunted his past and cast shadows over his present. His scars run deep, etched into his very being, and she felt a profound ache to be a balm to his wounds. So she carried on as if their rift didn't exist, welcoming him with warm gazes - though her smile never reached its former radiance, betraying her heavy doubts.

Astarion smiled as Amaara walked towards him in the chaos of merriment, "Here is my little treat with her cheeks all flushed. You will come to my bed tonight, won't you?"

Amaara was caught off guard, "I... I'll consider it."

Astarion was actually expecting a consent with eagerness, but it's not a no either. He said, "I see, you need some enticing. How about this? All these accolades from the Tieflings are nothing compared to the sound of my name, cried from your lips."

Amaara turned bright red, "Please, not so loud, they'll hear you..." She glanced around nervously but can't suppress a tiny smile, "Your name does sound rather lovely."

Astarion hid a chuckle and continued, "every part of your perfect body whispers temptation - it's as if the Gods made you just to ruin me."

Amaara was both flustered and flattered, "I...you flatter me too much. I'm no celestial beauty."

Astarion whispered, "I can go on all night with the flattery, but is that really all you want?"

Amaara had a serious expression, looking up at him, "I enjoy our conversations too...learning more about you." 

Astarion was very amused by her innocent response and he said, "How about if I said these little words...Everyone's favorite...I love you."

Amaara's eyes widened, her heart racing. She searched Astarion's face earnestly, daring to hope it was true. But her keen intellect pierced through the pretty lie.

Her shoulders slumped imperceptibly with disappointment and renewed uncertainty. Yet she managed a small, bittersweet smile to mask the pang in her heart.

"It's alright, you needn't say such things just to please me," she said softly, turning away.

Those three little words - "I love you" - had been tossed her way so freely in the past by those who never truly meant it. How she longed to hear them spoken with genuine intention. She would give anything to have Astarion be the first to utter them sincerely, and then she could finally reply in kind, with all her heart.

Astarion noticed the glimmer of disappointment and sadness in Amaara's eyes before she turned away. He paused, unsure why his failure to convince her stung. This was merely a game to him...wasn't it?

Quickly regaining his nonchalant composure, he gently turned her chin back towards him. "Come now, why the gloom? You know you alone hold my fascination," he purred gently.

Letting his thumb caress her cheek, he gave a roguish smile. "There will be time enough for pretty vows and labels later, when the dust has settled."

He leaned in, voice dropping lower. "For now, we have each other for more pleasurable pursuits, do we not?" He brushed his lips temptingly close to hers, hoping to dismiss her melancholy and reestablish his thrall.

Yet despite succeeding in lighting her cheeks with a blush, the lingering shadow in Amaara's eyes gave him pause. An unfamiliar discomfort stirred in his chest. But he shrugged it off - such trifles were below him.

For now, it was enough that he still commanded her desire. The rest was meaningless. Wasn't it?

His honeyed words still managed to sway her. The temptation of his allure and the familiarity of his intimacy always pulled her back into his orbit. As they stole away together again after the party, her initial hesitation was gradually overridden by frail hope that they could strengthen a weakened bond.

The first night they shared, Amaara was too engrossed in her own embarrassment, inexperience, and overwhelmed by brand new sensations. But as they came together this time, Amaara's senses were more attuned, her heart weighed down by a mix of uncertainty and determination. She focused on Astarion, observing him closely. Beneath his seductive façade she sensed not affection, but repulsion and scorn she could not understand.

Amaara felt utterly lost. She had opened herself to him fully, only to find contempt rather than care. She hid her welling tears and retreated in silence after the deed, unable to process why he would shower her with sweet words yet harbor such bile towards her. He didn't enjoy their intimacy, it's plain as day. It felt like every fiber of his being urged him to escape as he moved inside her. she had felt like an unwelcome presence in his world. The contradiction between his words of admiration and the coldness she sensed gnawed at her, leaving her wounded.

Her thoughts briefly drifted to her previous romance. The golden haired half-elf with the tender smile and voice of an aasimar. She remembered the kiss they shared on the moonbridge, the sweet words he whispered. Didn't she think his eyes were filled with the most sincere adoration until she saw him in another nobleman's arms?

Realization dawning along with a profound sadness. She had allowed herself to be thoroughly deceived once more.

It doesn't matter, a voice whispered in the back of her mind, just enjoy his performance, he's a skilled lover. Keep him around for pleasure. Just keep your heart shielded from the inevitable pain. The suddenness of her inner monologue startled Amaara.  It was a stark reminder that she was hopelessly in love with Astarion. Her heart yearned for him, craved his presence, and any excuse to be near him seemed reasonable, even if it meant compromising her own feelings. But her logical mind, her better judgment, screamed at her to recognize the facts: Keeping her emotions aloof, detached from the whirlwind of attraction and affection, would be far easier said than done. The best course of action, her mind reasoned, was to walk away right now. She recognized how right it was, but her heart rebelled against the mere thought of losing him.

[sadmages]

Gods work hard but Matt Marja works harder

[mistbornthief]

this is all that's playing in my head while i'm watching jack & joker

[catgirlsp0ck]

still playing persona 3 for the first time (im playing reload). im on nov 9 and i wanna make some predictions !! so under the cut is me speculating on some shit thats going on so far :D i don't expect to be right about it all but i just wanna be able to come back to this post and see if i was right about some of it or if i was totally wrong lol (also, this has spoilers for some major stuff leading up to november !!)

ok, so im on nov 9 and just met a new character named ryoji. now, ryoji looks suspiciously like pharos (the little boy who we met during the dark hour before each boss basically).

like, they have the same mole, eyes, eyebrows and same VA. i think its kinda obvious that they're the same person, especially when ryoji is saying shit like this:

but that isn't what i wanted to make this post about. im thinking that because pharos' social link was the death tarot, maybe him becoming ryoji is what ikutski was trying to do. idk how to explain it that well but hear me out lol. i think that ryoji is what's going to bring about "the fall." i think that defeating the 12 shadows (and maybe also the "sacrifice" of ikutski and mitsuru's father) is what transformed pharos into ryoji. everytime we see pharos, hes wearing an outfit that looks like something a prisoner would wear. maybe the existence of the 12 shadows was making it so he couldn't use his full powers or some shit, akin to being imprisoned and them being defeated unleashed him. the last time we see him, he says he remembers what he has to do and that he has a duty to fulfill. not chained back by the shadows anymore, he was able to become ryoji and possibly try to bring about the fall? im not sure if im getting this right lol but thats what im thinking. and i think that while she might not fully remember it, aigis might have some kind of knowledge about this bc of how she reacts to ryoji when he first joins the class:

she knows something about him but i don't think she fully remembers what it is. an interesting thing i saw in the dictionary tab is this:

"it's birth was already intended to happen once, ten years ago." aigis was made 10 years ago and also maybe im reaching for this but pharos looks to be around 10 years old or so when we meet him. he is the death tarot, and this dictionary thing is under the term "death." aigis being made around that time could be why she thinks that ryoji is dangerous, maybe she sees the resemblance between pharos and ryoji? idk if im right or if im grasping at straws but i just had to rant about what im thinking so far !! im really excited to see where this all leads. (pls if anyone actually is reading this shitty post, no spoilers 🙏🙏)