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The Last of Us Part 2 Act 1 Chapter 2 - Gameplay Screenshots Part 2

[akanemnon]

Shouldn't there be a minotaur in the labyrinth? Who put this goat here? This is not accurate to the mythology! /j

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So....no head?

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[lunarharp]

if i just told you i love you would this world change

[stop-the-play]

> (Explore) "Why don't you choose instead? I'd like to hear what you have to say."

"Me? Choose? How... courteous."

VOICE OF THE MEEK: ...Is that a good thing...?

"But that's not how this works. It doesn't matter what I want. You're the one with the choice."

The entity reaches forward, a single hand drifting away from the rest of its form to gently cradle your face.

The world cuts out, save for the feeling of static in your blood.

VOICE OF THE MEEK: —!

VOICE OF THE HERO: Oh, no, no, no, you're on a path in the woods and at the end of that path is a cabin and in the basement of that cabin is an Entity you're here to—

And then it returns, the hand receding from your skin.

"Do try to make the right one."

> "I think I'll do this." [Toss the blade off the dock]

VOICE OF THE MEEK: What? No!!

But it's too late for him to stop you. The blade is already slipping from your hand and arcing into the darkness below.

It lands with a splash, somewhere out of sight.

"You... really did it. You gave up your power."

"How..."

"...stupid."

In an instant it sets upon you, hands reaching for your face, trying to wrap around your limbs. Your senses cut out as one.

VOICE OF THE HERO: RUN!

But you can't.

VOICE OF THE HERO: Mate! Can you hear me? RUN!

But you can't even feel your legs.

VOICE OF THE MEEK: Come on, please, we can't die like this...

VOICE OF THE HERO:

> [RUN]

And you do. Your awareness blinks back to see that your legs are already moving, taking you from plank to plank even without input from you.

VOICE OF THE MEEK: oh god oh god oh god

VOICE OF THE HERO: Can you take it from here, mate? I think we took it by surprise, but it won't stay shaken for long.

> [Run.]

You run, ignoring the squeal of static mounting in the air behind you as the entity takes pursuit. The only thing that matters is the pounding of the wood beneath your feet as you flee through a maze with no exits and no merging paths, only fractals that branch off into isolated eternity.

But eternity is a very long time and a very long distance, and there is only so far a creature of flesh and blood can run before it starts to make mistakes.

You miss the step between docks, only by a little, but even that is enough. Your foot lands not on even wood but on the edge of the plank, twisting your ankle and sending you plunging into the dark water that passes for a floor here.

The water turns out to be shallow, a bed of silt breaking your fall before it can truly begin. But even as you push yourself to your knees in an attempt to get back to the docks, you know it's too late.

"Caught you."

And then your awareness vanishes one final time. Everything goes dark.

VOICE OF THE MEEK: This is it, isn't it? We're dead. For real. Again.

VOICE OF THE HERO: No, no, we can't be dead. We—we're on a path in the woods. And at the end of that path is a cabin. And in... and in the basement of that cabin... in the basement is...

The voice's words grow weaker until he stops speaking entirely, and you are left alone. Even the static of the entity's presence has faded.

"...I did it."

Or perhaps not entirely alone. The entity's voice finds its way into your ears even as they continue to shut down, muffled but still audible.

"I did it. I did it! He's dead! He's dead, I killed him, and now he can't..."

"He can't..."

"...He didn't even have the blade. What could he have done to me?"

"...Why did I do that?"

The static returns.

"H-hey. You're not actually dead this time, are you? You came back just fine last time. You can do that again, right?"

If the voice is still there, still able to revive you, he isn't speaking.

"It's okay! I won't kill you again, I promise! You can get up!"

"...A-are you just asleep or something? Wake up. Please, wake up."

The static grows stronger as your hearing finally begins to give up.

"Wake up. Wake up."

"Wake up..."

But you can't.

Everything falls silent, and you die.

This is the end.

[adhd-merlin]

Arthur’s skin is still warm from the bath, the tips of his hair still damp, and he smells faintly of lavender.

“Is Queen Mithian still as beautiful as they say?” Gwen asks Arthur.

She’s lying with her head pillowed on Arthur’s shoulder while his fingertips brush against her temple and her hair — more an absent-minded motion than an actual caress.

Arthur’s fingers stop. He kisses the top of her head. “Never as beautiful as my queen.”

Gwen pokes him lightly in the chest with her finger. “That's not an answer.”

“Are you jealous?”

“No,” she says, truthfully.

There was a time when Arthur could’ve chosen Mithian instead of Gwen, had he wanted — and he didn’t. (Didn’t choose her, and didn't want her, although he might have wanted to want her, and came close to convincing himself that he did). She’s only curious to hear how Arthur felt about meeting the woman he almost married again, after so long.

“I suppose she is. Beautiful,” Arthur answers after a pause. “If everyone’s comments are any indication. I can no longer tell. You’ve ruined me for any other woman.”

Gwen smiles. “You flatterer.”

“It’s not flattery if it’s true,” Arthur says. “Your beauty outshines anyone else’s. And it’s not even near the top of the list of your qualities.”

He says things like that, sometimes — he even means them. Monumental things, uttered with complete casualness, not because he thinks them insignificant but as if he were just stating facts. Something he would be stupid to deny or to resist.

In the early days of their courtship, Gwen used to find it terrifying. She’s since grown used to it. Mostly.

“But I wasn’t there to outshine anyone,” she teases him.

She’s being playful, perhaps a bit giddy from the wine. She expects Arthur to reply in the same vein — to heap more compliments on her until they reach the height of ridiculousness, or to make a silly joke — but his tone shifts.

He takes Gwen’s hand and places it over his chest, covering it with his. “You are always with me,” he says, solemnly.

And their hands aren’t quite in the right place, because Gwen’s head is in the way, but she understands his meaning all the same — my heart. The term of endearment he sometimes uses for her, when feeling especially sentimental.

[thehoneyknight]

HoneyDream Act 1: Honey,

Chapter 8: Masked

Summary: To be my friend...

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Comic Creator: @purplebehittindifferent

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all the bells say - chapter 9: She Attends, Blind

a pre-calamity zelink longfic. [M-rated // chapter 9 of 28 // Act 1 of 5] Final chapter of Act 1!

>>Read chapter on AO3 or start from the beginning >>here

Chapter excerpt:

“It’s been a long day.” “It has, hasn’t it?” Urbosa muses. After a while, she asks, “How have you been since we met at the castle, really?” Everything flashes before her eyes—Rito Village. A dream of a touch, a soft voice. Prayers that remain unanswered, again and again and again. The swell of strings on stage, a song that sings of the end of times. The scorching heat of Death Mountain, the burn in her throat and the heat upon her skin. His perilous gaze, blue, blue, blue. The finished portrait—his gaze once again. The breakaway among broken pillars, in front of a dormant shrine. They all claw at the insides of her throat, begging to be spilled free. But there’s an ounce of resistance in her left, even after all this time, so she bites them down. Keeps them in, where they have always belonged, for letting them out certainly means making a mess, and such a mess can only slow her down.

>>Read chapter on AO3

[kivaember]

Title: alis propriis volat (they fly with their own wings) Rating: T+ (may go up later) Pairing: V.IV Rusty/Raven | C4-621 Tags/CW: Alternative Universe - Canon Divergence, Complicated Relationships, Morally Ambiguous Characters, Implied/Reference Suicide, Implied/Referenced Indentured Servitude, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Medical Trauma, Mute Raven | C4-621, Identity Issues, Wolrdbuilding, Unreliable Narrator Summary: “I’m not here to kill you, buddy.” Slowly, Rusty crouched down. “I’m here to capture you, before Arquebus does.” or; C4-621 manages to escape Institute City on his own after V.II Snail’s failed ambush, but with Handler Walter no longer in contact with him, and Balam essentially destroyed, C4-621’s only ally is the disembodied Ayre. Well, until the RLF swoop in, but that’s its own awkward can of worms. Current Chapter: 23

[parasitic-dreams-au]

ooooohhhh! :)

-miley

*Magma has a horrified look on his face, but not because of Miley.... no... more like a certain someone behind Miley with swirling eyes and looking for revenge.*

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The Last of Us Part 2 Act 1 Chapter 2 - Gameplay Screenshots Part 1

[iskierka]

writing that Halstarion Beauty and the Beast fic I talked about and it is uhh. it is gonna be LONG. we haven’t even finished the prologue section way before Astarion finds Halsin at the manor and it’s like 3k words

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MFW I finally look at my wife's dead corpse that i've been specifically avoiding looking at

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[bunnymedley]

yea not gonna lie im having a great time with balan wonderworld so far. im not very far in but its rly fun i dont care if its super simple and kinda limiting its still fun. there are a bunch of collectibles hidden in each level that u can get by being creative and observant with the costumes and its rly rewarding. maybe im mentally 5 years old but im having lots of fun

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> It sounds like we've all got a lot of questions, and they'll only be answered if we see what's at the cabin. Let's go. [Continue to the cabin]

You carefully make your way along the path to the cabin, and before long it comes into view.

You'll find... 'another' within, whatever that means.

The only thing you know for certain is this: It will lie, it will cheat, and it will do everything in its power to stop you from slaying it. You shouldn't believe a word it says.

The words feel hollow as you recite them. Like a line from the wrong script shuffled into yours.

> [Enter the cabin]

The interior of the cabin is hardly an 'interior' or a 'cabin.' Instead of four walls surrounding you, you are met with only the vastness of space, yet more isolated stones leading up to a pale archway draped with a gauzy curtain that flutters as though in a gentle breeze.

The closest thing to furniture in this space are the stones of the path, a pristine blade resting on the final one before the archway.

The blade is your implement. It is essential if you want to do this right.

VOICE OF THE HERO: ...Woah.

VOICE OF THE MEEK: ...

Choices:

(Explore) Wait. Where's my pristine blade? I'm supposed to have a pristine blade.

(Explore) Hey, uh, you see that mirror too, right?

[Approach the mirror]