#and god knows what else but i think i'm getting ahead of myself considering the baseline stuff in itself is buried months ago

[irkendogma]

i need to go into freaklore more on this blog. i need to say more about the fucking mountains of detail i've ended up spitballing

[rootbeerrex]

RootbeerRex 101

I recently got a ton of new followers (hi jackbat nation <333) so I think it's finally time for me to make an intro post!

Personal Info

• My name is RootbeerRex, and you can call me Rex :)

• I use he/him pronouns, but only online. If you know me irl my pronouns are still they/them. This isn't a being closeted thing, it's just what I prefer <3

• @taters-for-tots and @aggressivedinonuggies are my partners and just be warned we will flirt badly on the dash in front of god and everyone <3

• mutuals are always free to DM me, and my asks are always open for anyone else who wants to chat! I love talking about music, comics, art, and more, so always feel free to ask me any questions / send me recs!! It might take me a while to respond, but I always try!!

Art

• I know a lot of people are currently following me for my writing, but I actually consider myself mostly an artist! Here is the series I love most + am most proud of, my abstract DC series!!!

• I frequently go insane over art, and I use the tags #rex talks art for my original posts about art, #my art for my own art, and #pretty art for other people's art that I love!

•I am an art student and I talk about it a lot, (obviously), but I don't post any of my original pieces for privacy reasons. here's a better explanation + a fun little info dump about sculpture <3

DC

• My original DC posts are tagged as #rex's dc journey. warning: I have used that tag the whole time I have been in the DC fandom, so there are some. old takes in that tag. Ihave a couple posts (incorrect quotes, text post edits, etc) from before I actually understood canon that got pretty popular, and I haven't deleted them for that reason, but I generally don't agree with them anymore. (specifically a lot of posts about Jason Todd. I don't really have many strong feelings about Jason Todd anymore now that I understand fanon vs canon, but my "posts a lot about" still has him in it bc I used to not 😭)

• I post. a lot. about Nightwing (1996/7) annual #1, and specifically Emily Washburn. the tag I use for this is #paid for by the justice for emily washburn coalition. I am insufferable about her, and I apologize ahead of time but it is never going to stop. you might as well read it so you can understand my posts <- (guy who totally has no ulterior motive)

• I am a proud member of Jackbat (Jack Drake / Bruce Wayne) nation and make at least 20 posts about them a day. Another one that is not going to change, I'm so sorry.

•JACKBAT HAS A DISCORD SERVER NOW EVERYONE SHOULD JOIN AND COME BE INSANE ABOUT THEM WITH US

• My personal Jack lives AU is tagged #an asterisk au

Music

• I love love love music so much, and it's the only thing I post about even close to as much as DC

• Favorite artists include food house, Autoheart, The Amazing Devil, Glass Animals, Rainbow Kitten Surprise, and Bears in Trees

• I am ALWAYS down to get song recs, if you have a recommendation for me, PLEASE send me an ask!!! I love love love finding new music!!!

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FROM BETTER CALL SAUL *  assorted dialogue from season 1 of the show, adjust as necessary

oh, to be nineteen again!

me, personally, if i were held accountable for some of the stupid decisions i made when i was nineteen...

i bet if we were in church right now, i'd get a big "amen!"

they did a dumb thing. we're not denying that.

nobody got hurt. not a soul. very important to keep that in mind.

so... trespassing? that's a bit of a reach, don't you think?

call me crazy, but i don't think they deserve to have their bright futures ruined by a momentary, minute, never-to-be-repeated lapse in judgement.

you're bigger than that.

thank you for restoring my faith in the judicial system.

son of a bitch. fine.

what did you do to my brother?

why don't you look where you're going?

listen! it was an accident!

somebody call the cops!

how are you gonna fix this? what are you gonna do to make things right?

you have meddled with the primal forces of nature, and i won't have it!

do you want me to call security?

isn't that what you wanted?

you know i'm gonna beat this.

you proceed from false principles. your argument is built on quicksand, therefore it collapses.

i might as well head down to skid row and sell plasma!

money is not "beside the point," money is the point!

hand to god, i wasn't gonna say this, but you are broke.

this is what has you all worked up?

i'm the rising tide that raises all dinghies.

it could happen to anyone.

wow. you got a mouth on you.

you know what i smell. i smell lies.

i'm undercover, okay? you got me.

you already beat the living hell out of them.

i'm gonna break their arms. and i'm gonna break their legs.

i'm the best lawyer ever.

it takes ten minutes to walk down here!

you're like a troll under a bridge.

hey, you asked for me, and i have come.

what they were telling me... it's problematic.

you want to tell me your thoughts and weigh in?

you miserable piece of shit. you set me up.

you think you're funny?

i was never in the house.

you didn't... oh god, you didn't. you didn't do the sex-robot voice, did you?

that's why people hate lawyers.

how come you let me off the hook back there?

i'm going back to work. why don't you quit while you're ahead and go on your way?

finally, someone believes me!

it's human nature to want to stay close to home.

please, just don't tell anyone about the money.

you expect me to believe that shit?

i'd cut the cute attitude right about now if i were you.

you ratted on me. there will be consequences.

you know how much trouble you caused me?

i get that... but this? you're better than this.

i refuse to consider myself a victim.

are you ready for that?

i may have seen one of these before.

it's a little... sexual, maybe?

you're completely disgusting, you know that?

oh, here's your coffee. hope it's good to the last drop.

i'm asking you to take a few ounces of lukewarm coffee and spill it on him.

i'm very sorry to hear it.

anything else you wanna ask?

what exactly did you tell them?

how could you possibly think that?

why didn't you ask me? why didn't you come to me?

a deal? i hate that terminology.

you're telling us there are drug dealers and murderers walking the streets, but instead of going after them, they want to put an innocent man in jail.

you broke into a nursing home?

what number exactly did you have in mind?

so... what are you packing?

how do you not pack a gun?

what are you talking about?

the lesson is... if you're gonna be a criminal, do your homework.

i thought you were proud of me.

just save your breath, okay? you're gonna be fine.

this was the greatest week of my life.

i know what stopped me. and you know what? it's never stopping me again.

[chaotic-on-main]

So glad you reblogged this because I did not see your post about this event before. And I almost missed it! 😱 But now I'm here… hi, Sky! Congrats on your milestone, dear! ❤️

I would be interested in one matcha green tea ice cream with cookie crumbles on top. If it's okay, could it be something like Levi comforting the reader while they're anxious and stressed? Something with nice calming domestic vibes maybe?

Order up!! One matcha green tea with cookie crumbles for Rose!!

Sky's Summer Fall and 250 Follower Event!

☾ Pairing ➼ Levi Ackerman x cisfem!Reader

☾ Content/Warning ➼ modernAU, pregnancy, anxiety, established relationship, pregnancy reveal

☾ A/N ➼ hi rose!! again, sorry it's taken me so long to get to this. this wasn't the initial path i had planned, but i think it went better than expected!! also i know i said i wouldn't write a pregnant reader, but i was inspired and i love the idea of dadvi even though i don't see myself wanting kids. there's something to unexpectedly soft about dad levi, and i love to imagine it. i mean, he's already so dad coded considering how many kids he adopts lol. also for anyone seeing this, the rest of my requests are no longer summer themed LMAO. i'm gonna have to do something simple for my next event a;lsdkfjalj

☾ Word Count ➼ ~1.9k

The pattering of raindrops on window panes is a sound that brings comfort to you, doubly so during this time of year. Orange and red leaves lie dormant on the wet pavement only to be run over by various cars going home for the evening. With the end of the year holidays looming around the corner, excitement fills the air. But not for you. Instead, it's overwhelming anxiety, and the rain does not bring the comfort you seek.

You're so in your head that you don't hear the keys in the door and the light footsteps of your husband coming home from work. As you toss some chocolate chips into the red bowl full of light brown dough, your mind bounces from one thought to another. Some thoughts hurt worse than others and you find yourself almost choking up until you force yourself to think of something else.

Long, cold fingers wrap around your wrist as you go to pick up a silicone spatula, holding your arm up midair. You're so startled at the sudden touch that you drop it straight into the bowl – thank god it was mixed enough to not splatter. When your eyes snap to the source, the automatic relief that normally comes with seeing those beautiful gray eyes doesn't wash over you. You’ve underestimated the anxiety that courses through your veins like ice.

“What's wrong?” Your husband's low voice comes out careful.

“Oh, it’s nothing to worry about right now. Welcome home!” You force out, your lips pulling back on your teeth in a reassuring smile. Levi Ackerman has known you for far too long, and he wasn't stupid. His eyes scan the messy kitchen counters with furrowed brows.

“I count at least 4 mixing bowls, most half filled and only a few finished products. Either you've signed up for a bake sale, or something is wrong. You only get like this when something is bothering you.” Levi's eyes go back to yours.

“I- uh. It's nothing, really.” You check the clock on the stove and gasp. “I didn't realize the time, and I haven't even started on dinner yet. I'm so sorry.” You quickly push aside your mess to make room for some space.

“Go sit down.” Levi says as he puts his keys and phone in the little wicker basket that sits on the far end of the counter.

“No, it's okay! I can do this.” You don't even know what to make for dinner. You've been in a downward spiral all day and haven't thought that far ahead. The sound of glass bottles rattle as you open the fridge doors to peek at your options - only to find them extremely limited. You should have gone to the grocery store earlier today.

The fridge closes in front of you as Levi pushes his way in front of you. Suddenly his hands are cupping your face, thumbs stroking your cheeks in a way he knows is comforting to you. You just now notice his hair slicked back, stuck in place from the rain outside. Black eyebrows scrunch together in concern as he stares at you.

“Levi, I don't need help. I can do this myself.” You mutter.

“Go sit down.” He repeats, softer this time. You stare back, trying to find the energy to argue. But you have none, so you make your way over to the plush navy couch in the living room. In a means to help comfort you, you pull your knees to your chest and stare out the window. Night time has made its way home, the yellow streetlights hazily glowing through the cold rain. It takes everything within you to focus on what you see and hear, and not what races through your mind.

Either you dozed off or fell into a trance because before you know it, Levi comes over and taps your shoulder. You blink a few times as your eyes adjust to what he's holding out to you – a bowl and a glass of water.

“I bet you haven't hydrated once today, have you?” He raises a brow.

“I've been busy?” You give him a small smile, but take the glass anyway. He sets the bowl down in front of you on the coffee table. You didn't even need to see it to know what it was as the smell of it wafts from the kitchen to your nose. Spaghetti, and Levi's spaghetti at that. Well, technically Kuchel’s - Levi's mom – recipe. From the moment he had made it for you when you both first started dating, you knew this was the best recipe you have or will ever taste.

Not only was it delicious, though, it was comforting. It was home.

“Oh, Levi.” You sigh as you reach over to place your glass down so you can pick up the warm bowl in two hands. The smell of herbs and tomatoes dance in your nostrils as you breathe in deeply. You don't hesitate to poke your fork into the red pasta and slurp up the saucy noodles.

The sofa shifts as Levi sits next to you, leg crossed as he leans back with his own bowl in hand. He doesn't say anything as he digs in, eyes looking out to the darkened window. It stays silent save for the quiet smacking and the metal clinking on porcelain. For a while, you're distracted yet again as you fill your tummy but eventually your bowl is empty and the dread starts creeping back in.

“Did you want more or…?” Levi breaks you out of your thoughts and your eyes focus back to what you were looking at – the red-streaked bottom of the bowl.

“Oh, no I'm good. Thank you for making dinner. I'm sorry I couldn't have it done by the time you got home.” You smile softly at him as you hand him your bowl. His lips twitch as he regards you. He takes the bowl from you and you think he's about to get up but instead, he sets it on the coffee table and shifts so that he's facing you fully.

“There's nothing to apologize for, dummy. What's going on in that head of yours?” He reaches over and taps your forehead gently with a forefinger.

“I don't know if this is the right time.” You whisper, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes.

“I'm home for the night, we have plenty of time before bed.” His hand trails down your face and cups your jaw as he holds your gaze. “What's going on?”

Reaching up, you rest your hand over his and lean into his touch. Then with a shuddering breath, you gently pry his hand off and stand up. Without another word, you make your way to the master bathroom and retrieve what you're looking for. Before exiting, you bend over the sink to take a few deep breaths. You just need to rip this off like a bandaid, you keep repeating to yourself.

Making your way down the hallway back to the living room, your fingers shake. The room grows silent as you hold the little white stick up to eye level the moment you step in front of your extremely confused husband.

Levi has to squint to see the little pink plus sign. There's a range of emotions that flood his face past the initial shock. You know when the realization hits him because his wide eyes flit over to yours as he checks to see if you're kidding. You only nod your head back. There's a moment of excitement that lights up in his eyes before the same look of anxiety that no doubt mirrors your own stares back at you.

Your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach at that.

“I-" Levi chokes on his words.

“It's real.”

You hear Levi inhale loudly as he runs his fingers through his hair and step back as he processes. You’ve been with Levi for so long but even you didn't know how he would react. Children weren't off the table, but you both had agreed to start a family when the time was right. To you, this was the worst possible time with Levi starting a new job and your writing career finally taking off. His reaction is enough to confirm those thoughts. Or, at least that’s what you thought.

“I know this is awful timing. And I’m sure we're not ready. I'm so-" Your last words are cut short into a squeak as a pair of strong arms pull you into a warm chest, the sudden movement causing the pregnancy test to fall and bounce onto the rug. You can feel Levi's heart beating a mile a minute against your own.

“Don't apologize.”

“But you’re not excited.” You’ve started crying and you can feel your tears seeping into Levi's shirt. He pushes you away from him and holds you there. His dark eyes bounce between yours as he regards you.

“Who said I wasn't?"

“I- just your face-"

“I won't pretend to say I'm not nervous. You know, Kenny was the only father figure I had and he wasn't around, not when it mattered, at least. I'm scared, actually.” His eyebrows furrow to match the concern that laces his tone.

“Levi-"

“But this is exciting, and I'm thrilled. And we'll navigate through this like we always do. But, how do you feel about it?”

“Well, I guess I'm scared too. Anxious. Our jobs are just taking off, and while I'm excited for a family with you, I'm just not sure how to take this.” You pull a hand up to wipe away the salty tears that streams down your face.

“We have 9 months, give or take. That's plenty of time for us to figure things out. But is this what you want?” Levi let's go of your arms to cup your face again. That moment of hesitance that graced his features is no longer there, only replaced by love.

“Do you think we'll be ready by then?”

“Who knows. But we can try. We'll figure it out together.” Levi pulls you back in and holds you in his tight embrace. You bury your face in his shirt, once again letting it soak up any leftover tears.

“If it's any consolation, I think you'll be a great dad. I watch the way you interact with your little cousin during get-togethers.”

“Tch. If our child is anything like Mikasa, I'm sure we'll be fine. But if they're like her friend Eren, we're starting over.” You laugh at that and slap his chest playfully.

“Levi, you can't say shit like that.”

“I'm just kidding. Mostly. That Eren kid has something wrong with him, I swear.”

You hold on to him in silence for a bit, taking note of the slowing heart beat between the two of you as the news finally sinks in. You were going to be a mom. You were going to be a parent with Levi.

“Someone needs to eat this. This is way too much for just the two of us.” You hear Levi chuckle. You can't see it, but you know he's staring at the mess you've made all day. You'll be up until 3am making sure everything gets baked so it doesn't go to waste.

“Three of us.” You lean back to look at your husband, smiling at that comment.

“You're right, the three of us.” You feel as Levi gently rests the palm of his hand on your stomach and leans down to kiss you softly. Your anxiety still lingers, but now it's tinged with relief because no matter what life throws at you, Levi is here.

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[goji-pilled]

MK-S: (Unmarked talk about the final boss of the Elden Ring DLC ahead, but you already know about him. This warning is more for anyone else reading. Though feel free to PM me if you’d like me to resubmit this ask with any redactions, if you want to respond but don’t want the spoilers mentions, as I just saw you were censoring spoiler information.)

I was randomly thinking one day and decided to give myself a challenge to defend Miquella’s actions. (I don’t agree with them, but that’s what makes it a challenge; trying to think of things in a different way, and see if I can stumble across new ideas/theories in the process.) That’s when I realized something, and I’ll start a new paragraph for dramatic effect and intro. (Please keep in mind this isn’t my “headcanon”, but rather a possible “interpretation” of events.)

I had wondered for the longest time how Miquella’s “eternal youth” could be considered a curse. On its surface, it seems more like a minor inconvenience, especially compared to Rot. But as I was thinking about Miquella’s actions and this notion, a thought struck me: What it’s not just his body that was eternally young, but his mind/maturity? Physically unable to emotionally mature, and being stuck with a child’s outlook of the world. Now THAT could definitely qualify as more of a curse. And makes events take on a tragic new light.

Miquella seems to want to help people, like a kindly child, but he’s not able to truly grasp concepts like the importance of choice and free will. So in his mind, if he wants people to stop fighting and get along, the simplest thing to do is brainwash them and then problem solved, they stopped fighting each other. But he fails to truly grasp that he took something important from them.

Come think of it, maybe that’s what his promise with Rahdan was; if a truly young Miquella, as in only 12 years old and named an Empyrean, a god to be, sought comfort from his older half brother Rahdan, Rahdan may have made an offhand promise or agreement to help calm the distressed child. But since, under this interpretation, Miquella remains immature, then like other children he just operates under the mindset of “a promise is a promise”. So when Rahdan doesn’t follow through on a promise he didn’t really mean, or even thought was taken seriously, Miquella throws a tantrum and sends Malenia after him.

No wonder Malenia describes him as “the most fearsome Empyrean of all”; He has all these powers, he’s a genius as evidenced by the spells he’s created along with the Needle, and he’s too emotionally immature to be responsible with his gifts.

Hope this was entertaining to read. Again, I’m not saying nor suggesting “this is official, how it’s meant to be”, but just thinking about a different interpretation of the circumstances, and how those interpretations result in new stories and motivations. Good day to you!

See when it comes to Miquella I have many thoughts, especially with the vow he and Radahn made.

While I certainy see and understand the argument that perhaps his eternal youth also refers to his emotional maturity and mental state, I'm not a fan. But that's more a personal thing.

I feel like something that helps a lot with understanding him is the fact that he and Ranni are very clear parallels/foils in terms of their characters.

Unless of course someone doesn't understand Ranni either, in which case we get the takes such as "They're both evil but Ranni gets excused because she's hot" lmfao

They're both Empyreans, possible canidates to succeed Marika and become a god and when you think about it they take quite similiar paths in the end.

Ranni -> Orchestrates the Night of Black Knives in which she uses her step-half brother Godwyn to rid herself of her empyrean flesh -> Radahn and the Radahn festival play a key role -> The Tarnished essentially becomes her Promised Consort -> Age of Stars

Miquella -> Bewitched his half brother Mohg to use him for his plan -> rids himself of his empyrean flesh -> Radahn and the Radahn festival play a key role -> Promised Consort Radahn / Radahn Consort of Miquella -> Age of Compassion (Had he suceeded)

And there's of course the two most important points:

A god who forces his will onto the people, a god who grants the people true free will and their perception of love.

Love is something natural to Miquella. Love and affection are given to him freely by so many, for him love may very well have been taken granted, and why shouldn't he? Like I said everyone loved him, gave it to him freely as if it's the easiest thing in the world. And why shouldn't someone who's kind at heart wish to share this with the world? To unite all beings in a kind, gentler world.

And then he make his gravest mistake: to abandon his kindess and love. To rid himself not just of his flesh, but of the very thing he had promised to use to make the world better.

But he still wants to lead the world into an age of compassion, of love! And if someone rejects his love? Well, he'll just make them accept, makes them love him. It's better for their own good if he is the one who makes this choice for them.

Yet the truth is: What meaning holds "love" and a supposed "Age of Compassion" forced upon you by a god that cannot even love anymore?

But to Ranni? Oh to Ranni love is a precious thing. She's a carian, and boy, carians simply love at their very core. From Rennala, to Rellana, Rykard, Radahn, Ranni herself and even Blaidd: They all love. She loved and trusted her brothers, she loves Blaidd and Iji, sounds guilty when she speaks about how much they're both willing to give her, she chooses the Tarnished as her consort and let's them hold her heart in their palms. She does not give her love out lightly, because it is a precious thing, but she treasures it.

And on top of that she stands for the right to choose, to dictate your own fate without any god or order forcing their will onto you, to not be controlled by these things. That's the order she envisons, led by the moon into the dark night and far away from the world. Even if it means facing uncertainty amd being afraid, from that day on the people will have the chance to truly choose their fates without gods.

And this shows with their chosen consorts too.

Although they made a vow, it is entirely possible Radahn did not actually want to be part of this after the Shattering (unless I'm missing something), which possibly may have led to the Battle of Aeonia and could explain Malenia's line "Miquella awaits thee, O Promised Consort" right before she blooms. Even more so because I vaguely recall hearing something about Jerren and Radahn having made a promise to have Radahn die an honourable death at the Festival.

If that is the case, and the Consort Radahn we face may as well be charmed like Mohg was (it is his body too so like...) it yet again parallels with Ranni.

Because Ranni chooses the Tarnished, we are her only choice, and yet she does not force them. In fact, Ranni does everything in her power to ensure the Tarnished is well aware of everything even before she gives them the key, as shown through the conversations during the hunt for the Shadow in Nokstella. Hell, the ring itself holds a warning!!

Yet even after all of that, she still makes sure to let us know what the Age of Stars entails.

She has made her choice, and she chose us and she has been open and honest so that we can make a choice too.

I have said this before but all things considered, especislly the nature of the ring, the game could've easily locked us in the Age of Stars ending but it doesn't. And it is extremely reflective of Ranni as a character. She will not ever force us to do anything even if it means losing the chance to realize her order, even if it means experiencing heartbreak, well aware of what it can do.

Fate and love are things not to be forced no matter what, they are choices, because Ranni may have rid herself of her flesh, may be ready to betray everything, but she still holds onto her heart, her ideals, her love and the ability to love.

To Miquella love is a means to an end, a weapon if need be, and the right to choose does not matter anymore, because he not just rid himself of his flesh but of his love and ability to love. In the name of achieving godhood he has lost himself, he is but a husk with the empty ambition to fulfill a child's dream.

The worst part? Saint Trina, the part that was his love begs you to kill him, because godhood would be a prison for him.

Miquella is not evil, nor is he good.

Miquella is a tragedy.

[emmy-dekarios-bg3]

Heart of the Weave: Part 2

Please only read if you've read part 1, which you can find on AO3 here.

Chapter 38

I probably should have said something to my parents before we left, considering they're going to be wondering where their three children went and they aren't home. Eh, I'm sure Neeve will let them know if they decide to stop by.  They just got back from a vacation with Gale’s mother, and I've been meaning to see them, but I’ve been too tied up worried about myself. Gods…I feel so selfish and I'm mad at myself for it. When we get back home, I’m going to check in on them and see how they're doing. 

   This walking is absolutely destroying my feet. It will take us longer to get there because this possible pregnancy – or whatever this could be – is straight up killing me. We have had to stop a few times so I can sit on a log and rest for a moment, drink some water and chow on an apple, or take care of the baby. I'm so thankful everyone is being patient with me. 

   “Almost there, I can hardly wait!” Shadowheart seems more excited for me than anything, though I wish I could say the same. I'm more excited to see her and Astarion’s vampire baby. I breathe loudly through my nose as I try to think of how to respond to her, though she can immediately tell I'm not thrilled. “Oh. I'm…sorry. I didn't realize you weren't excited.”

  “No, please don't apologize. It's just a lot to unpack mentally. No matter what, I'll adjust. It'll be fine. I’m rather  excited to be back at the Gate though!” 

  “Ah…Baldur’s Gate.” Therran’s voice seems uncertain, so I turn around to face him. He stares down the road leading to Rivington, which isn't far from the Gate at all. “It's been awhile.”

   “Are you alright, Therran?” I ask with concern, placing my hand on his shoulder. He half-smiles and nods, sighing as his eyes stay focused on the road ahead. Something tells me he's worried, and I don't think he expected to be until we arrived here. 

 “Yes. I just…keep thinking about my adoptive mother. I hope I don't come across the person that killed her.” I wrap my arms around him in comfort, leaning my head on his chest. He hugs me back rather tightly and chuckling as he does so; he probably didn't expect a big ol’ hug from me. “Thank you. I mean it.”

 “Well, we would be happy to avoid the area if it will bring back some painful feelings,” Gale mentions, placing a hand on my brother’s shoulder. “Seriously. Just say the word.” I love seeing my husband be so supportive and kind to them, as well as sympathetic. Therran nods as we release from the embrace, smiling at Gale. 

 “Thank you. I’ll be alright.”

  The bustling streets of Rivington bring back so many unwanted memories every time I come back here, but for whatever reason I don't get this feeling once we get past the gate. Passing through my father’s old castle, however, reassures me how happy I am that he's no longer the person he once was. I can see it in Fanden’s eyes too. 

   “And here we are, at last!” Gale inhales the clean air of the city that was once a disgusting hellhole. “Shall we go visit the cleric first, or get settled into Elfsong?” 

  “Let's hit up the cleric. The others… How about you all go have some fun and we will meet back up at the Elfsong later?” Astarion, Fanden, and Therran all glance at one another, shrugging but in agreement. Astarion plants a gentle kiss on Shadowheart’s lips as his hands move toward her small bump. 

  “Go,” she tells him sweetly. “I'll meet you later. Just have fun.” He brushes her white hair behind her ear and nods. I sigh with relief, observing the city that surrounds us. 

  “Off we go, then? I'm sure he won't be surprised to see us, hm?” Gale’s right. The immortal healer that we have seen each pregnancy will immediately know I'm pregnant the second I walk through that door. Why else would I be there? I place baby Jenevelle in the wrap, and off we go, exploring the city once more – and hopefully for the last time – to see what the future holds for us. Shadowheart pushes the empty stroller while Gale holds my hand, our eyes wandering for the entrance to the upper city.

 The druid’s building was in the same spot as it was before, and Jasik was in no surprise to see us when we arrived, though he was ecstatic as usual. It's been twenty years, yet he still recognizes us somehow. I guess we immortals don't struggle with memory now that I think about it. 

The procedure was the same: a drop of blood in this unusual liquid that I still don't comprehend. He's never been wrong!...Well, except for that time I was supposed to be a surrogate for Karlach but it ended up being my baby instead. That…brings back memories for sure. 

 It was confirmed: pregnant. Shadowheart tried to contain her excitement, while I was feeling uncertain the entire time. 

 

  “You're far enough along for me to determine the sex of the baby, would you like to know?” Jasik asks, and I can tell he's dying to know just as much as Gale is. My husband squeezes my hand, looking down at me as I try to come up with a decision. I shrug, and my mindset is basically ‘We will find out no matter what, so why not?’

   “Go ahead,” I mumble, leaning back a little to get comfortable. A glowing light from Jasik’s hands levitates above my belly, and I begin to feel a sensation of nervousness run through my veins. I close my eyes, feeling a little more relaxed as the magic takes away all tension. 

  “It's a boy!” My eyes shoot open, completely unexpecting that news. I could have sworn it would be another girl! I lift my head up, smiling from excitement as I realize we’re having our first son. “WOW, your expression changed rapidly!”

  “A boy?!” Gale and I shout ecstatically as I stand up. He brings me in for a tight hug as I lean my head on his chest, trying not to cry. Our first son! Our bodies touch as we sway back and forth comfortably in each other’s arms like a tree in a heavy breeze. 

“Gale, honey…we’re having a boy…” Shadowheart’s face lights up as she holds my daughter in her arms, fighting the temptation to scream from excitement at the top of her lungs. I lean down to kiss Jenevelle’s forehead. “You're having a brother!” Shadowheart kicks her feet with anticipation. Her and Astarion are not wanting to find out the sex of their baby until it's born. 

  Our perspective on pregnancy shifted real fast once we discovered we are having a son. I know that sounds terrible, and I would have loved my child regardless…but I think the idea of having a son for the first time woke me up a little. Though, this does mean we will have to buy an entire new wardrobe rather than passing everything down, but that's fine. 

This child, regardless of the sex, would be loved no matter what. I'm just…in shock, in a good way. I'm also relieved it is pregnancy after all rather than a curse. Thanks paranoia, for always being a burden on my person, forever leaving me with anxiety haunting my brain. 

“I can say that I most certainly didn't expect that, but I'm not complaining in the slightest,” Gale says as we leave the building, holding our daughter comfortably in his arms. “It's been a long day, shall we go to the Elfsong for a delicious dinner and get some rest?” 

I can't wait to tell my family the news, I'm ecstatic. I just have to hope my body is kind to me the rest of the time. 

[ratsplendor]

i am absolutely going insaaaaane! read both starlit and hair trigger back to back and the way you write vulnerability and yearning and the pure unadulterated love got me in a chokehold 😭 god, i wish i knew more words to describe how much i love fidds getting to be the artistic one, or the ways you portray Ford's ego and insecurities, or the meticulous way of loving that Stan does 😭😭😭 not to mention how cohesive and tight you wrap the entire fics with a devastating key line

oh god my friend you emotionally whiplashed yourself ;-; that is...wow. nightmare blunt rotation. speaking as the guy who wrote them. one immediately right after the other.

yeah. actually i...i get it.

thanks so much for this message, though. there's definitely been a theme lately of me venting the more deeply-held parts of myself through my fanfics, whether i want to or not. i'm in the middle of several ongoing revelations about myself atm. being able to put some part of me on the page in a way that brings love to others is so cathartic right now. so thank you.

i am apparently in a gabby mood, so unnecessary amounts of character analysis are below the cut.

i loved writing Fidds being the artistic one in "starlit sea." that sticking point between art and machine is one i see him really enjoying. though, ofc, he wouldn't consider himself an artist...boy's too humble. but c'mon, his robots were a thing of beauty okay?

ahh, Ford, my beloved...i always saw him as grandiose, and monomaniacal, it's this performance, yeah? much as Stan puts on this performance of joviality, telling tall tales, salesman type tactics. this ridiculous optimism over how much strangeness was in the world, and how much it would matter, was what kept Ford afloat when nothing else could. less so ego and more so denial. i always saw him being incredibly intense in personal relationships, being as they're so rare for him, and growing up the way he did predisposed him to that. like, i am not gonna rant too much, but i see his thing with Bill like that. he doesn't know any other way to be. give him permission, or let him give himself permission, to go all-in on a person, and he's there 1000% -- i think that's also why he takes betrayal so hard. he can't attach in any way but completely, so detachment goes the same.

...my 2 cents. aaaaanyway.

Stannnn my man! look!! he's going thru it! from every side, the caregiver/care-receiver dichotomy is a tough one. this is a guy who loves quietly because he's not sure his love is ever welcomed. he's used to thinking of himself as the guy who breaks things, one step ahead of disaster, at best. he knows how to let someone lean on him, he just doesn't know if he'll stay standing in the end. please send thoughts and prayers for the sequel. i promise y'all i love Stan, i'm not just putting him through the wringer for no good reason ;-;

thanks again for the ask. if you read this far, you are a friend indeed. <3

[lennonmurphy]

I dove headfirst into adulthood. Here's what I've learned:

As a recent college grad, I've been overwhelmed by the bitter taste of independence and adulthood. Freedom is good, but the anxiety, fear, and insecurity requires a lot of adjustment. I'd know, considering the first few months of official adulthood for me has resulted in stress-induced alopecia (it's getting better, thank god).

I think I've learned more in the past few months than I have in the last two decades. I'd like to share a few of these things.

You will learn more in your first few months as an independent adult than you ever did at college and that's okay.

From budgeting to time management to mental health, it has been a whirlwind of life lessons for me. I've panicked over more things in the past few months than I ever have in my life, which is borderline impressive considering how anxiety-ridden I am. But, you do learn. And it does get easier.

Sometimes things are scary, but you will always make it through.

Nothing in life is so bad that you can't make it through. There is always a way. You just have to ground yourself with that knowledge and be present. Where are you right now? What can you do, right now? Sometimes you end up creating problems that aren't even there, and you stress yourself out more. It isn't worth it- save your energy. Even when it seems like the end of the world, you get back up.

Time spent on your own is good and necessary.

I can't lie, my biggest fear for most of my life was loneliness. But, being alone doesn't have to mean you are lonely. And, time alone is necessary. Whether you're pursuing passion projects or just relaxing, you need this down time. Otherwise, you'll have no energy to dedicate to anything else. Let yourself recharge.

Some people are brick walls.

I am extremely argumentative. I love debate, and I love winning debates. At times this is a great trait, at other times it is to my detriment. When other people just *won't* hear you out, you've got to know when it's time to call it. Some people truly are brick walls and it isn't worth wasting your energy to convince them of something when they aren't open to hearing that they are wrong. Which leads to another point.

Know when you are wrong.

The inability to admit wrongdoing is often a symptom of young age, but your life gets so much better when you can admit it. It leads to improved communication, and it saves friendships. Plus, why wouldn't you want to improve and get better? Being wrong is not the end of the world. You are a human and you are constantly improving. That is okay!

Slowly, but surely.

This mindset has been saving me recently. I am an instant gratification girly, and I have been learning not to be. Many things in life do not come easy. Just be patient and keep working towards your goals, and don't lose hope.

For the love of god, watch where you are running on trails.

I've been an avid runner for years now, but injury has stopped me from consistently running for a few years. I'm getting back into it now, and I've fallen three times in the past two months on the trails, scraping my knees and pulling muscles. So, if you're trail running, watch the path ahead of you. It'll save you a lot of time (and swearing).

Cats are amazing.

I love cats so much, but wow. Having a cat yourself? Life changing. A complete mental health game changer. I love my cat so much.

Positive self talk does wonders.

It sounds corny, but positive self talk really does help. When I'm running and I feel like stopping (my endurance just isn't what it used to be, but we're getting there) I tell myself "you're doing it!" and "you can! you are!". Gotta say, it does keep you going- and not just for running.

I know I'll definitely continue to learn more. Comes with the territory. Maybe I'll add some updates to this list as I go.

Thank you for reading :)

[littlestartemis]

There's a good chance I'm just being a stick in the mud here, and before I say anything else I wanna clarify that like, if you are enjoying and excited for sonic movie 3, like do your thing, I'm not vagueblogging or making callouts about people who like them.

I liked the first two movies decently well when they came out, I remember being a part of that first wave of people who went "Wow, that was so much better than I expected, haha its finally a good video game movie!" And the thing is, movie 3 doesn't look to be doing anything notably different from the first two. So, I've been asking myself, ever since the first trailer for movie 3 dropped, "why are you so much more down on this one? Why does this suddenly strike you as Bad?"

I think it has to do with the context in which these movies are releasing. Like let's turn the clock back to the release of sonic movie 1, Feb 2020. The last 4 sonic games chronologically on the marker were Forces, Mania, TSR, and fucking Rise of Lyric, not to mention the BOOM cartoon still being fresh in folks heads. "But one of those is good!" Yes, and it was made entirely by essentially contracted fans. Sonic was in an ATROCIOUS place that kinda felt hopeless to recover from. So, yeah, at the time the first movie really was a breath of fresh air. Despite the MCU style quips, the fucking cop dad, and the abundance of humans as a focus, it was STILL better than any other Sonic Thing being made at the time, because it was putting a modicum of effort into depicting the character of Sonic as a Character, and not just a caricature, to say nothing of hints of introducing their own original lore elements. Movie 2 did more of that! Just 2 years later, it gave us exactly what movie 1 did, just more! For good and bad. I remember coming out of 2 a little more lukewarm, but still more or less Content, because it was a pretty good Sonic thing that came out.

And then I read the IDW comic finally.

I felt borderline insulted that there was honest to god high quality, funny, gripping, and passionate Sonic material on the market that I just didn't know about until thinking it look it over out of idle curiosity. Sure, I knew the comics Existed, I remember when IDW first got the IP and they premiered Tangle, everyone loves Tangle. But I just kind of assumed it was like anything else Sonic coming out at the time; mediocre at best. And I'm really mad at myself for that, because the IDW comics are possibly everything you could want if you also considered yourself a starving Sonic fan. You like that one character who hasn't been in the spotlight for years? IDW has you covered. Character dynamics and not just one liners? IDW. Honest to god emotion and pathos? IIIIIIIIDW. And its been going on in the background of all this garbage for years now with nary a thrown bone. Please for the love of god read the IDW comics.

And THEN. Frontiers happened.

To get out ahead of this, yes I could take a red pen to Frontiers and underline every little mistake it makes from both a mechanical and narrative perspective. But I won't be doing that. Frontiers represented something I genuinely thought would not happen; Sonic, both the character and the series, getting a massive shot in the arm. New character that actually adds something to the universe with staying power. New lore for old concepts. A new take on voice direction that put previously Just Fine VAs in a better light. Ian Flynn - the guy primarily behind the IDW comics! - brought on as a writer (and no not just a translator he did work with the sonic team guys on the script). Real, tangible ambition in gameplay with player freedom as a focal point. If you described Frontiers, faults and all, to someone in 2018 or so, they'd assume it was a passionate fangame, because sonic team/sega could NEVER make something like this. And yet, here we are.

And then Shadow Generations! I almost feel like I dont need to elaborate on this one, everyone is head over heels for ShadowGen, for what I think are plainly obvious reasons. Building off the back of the previous game instead of throwing it all out and making a new engine Again. Reinstating one of the most popular characters and including everything people Actually Liked about him to begin with. Honest to god closure and emotional payoff for him. Getting back Marza Animation for like the entire game?? Frontiers was "a step in the right direction". ShadowGen is just A Good Fucking Sonic Game.

And then you compare that now. Living now in a post IDW, Frontiers, and ShadowGens timeline... movie 3 doesn't have a place anymore. Its trying to do all the same things as 1 and 2 but where before they were pleasant consolations, now they ring... annoying.

After Frontiers and IDW actually made me laugh on more than one occasion, hearing Sonic make marvel quips makes me groan. After seeing them make strides in referencing and reincorporating their own lore, reference gags like Knuckles going "pika pika!" makes me roll my eyes and sigh. Gerald finally has an Actual Character now, we have this wonderful window into who he was as a person, the mournful father of Shadow and grandfather to Maria, the good man backed into a wall by fate... and then seeing him being played as a box standard Evil Scientist by Jim Fucking Carrey makes me want to eat drywall.

Its a remarkable phenomenon really, the movies are continuing to do the Exact same thing they've always been doing, but now the landscape has changed around them. And I honestly don't think there's a place for them anymore, not unless they grow up real damn quick. I love the path that the sonic series is on right now, because its reminded me why I like it to begin with. I dont love that we've gotta still walk it with this guy going "So THAT just happened" and cocking an eyebrow every time something Mildly Strange happens.

[calamitaswrath]

Lucia plays Fire Emblem Radiant Dawn: Chapter 10

So, we're already at the endgame of this first part. I think I mentioned it before, but on the one hand, I found it really interesting how in terms of both setup and general structure, this part really strongly mirrors the story of Path of Radiance - evil kingdom(/empire) invades, plucky small hero group fights against them and all odds, and they help the hidden, long-lost heir to the throne get into power. They even have a chapter where they attack a prison to bolster their ranks! But the fact that this is all just setup for the rest of the game really feels like it kind of hurts this new cast, who I feel were really rather rushed through their story without really being given the chance to be properly developed. But I'm getting ahead of myself here. . .

To leave that tangent somewhat relevant, though: Jarod really is no Ashnard, even if he is the final boss of this arc. I guess if you wanna read into this a bit deeper, you could say that this parallel wants to show that Ashnard and everything he did is just a petty squabble compared to what else is to come in this game?

. . .Huh, Izuka actually making a good point for once. Micaiah really has been getting far more renown from everything she has done, leaving Pelleas a bit on the wayside. Speaking of him - I'm still not quite sure what his deal is. Like, with him as a person. He recognized Micaiah being a branded, but what does that mean for him and did he even really recognize her?

Pelleas is even having some trouble with his speech like Elincia did in the last game. Parallels are strong in this one.

Base conversations! . . .God, I still feel bad for not really using Fiona. By all rights, she should be an important and strong character, but. . . yeah. And she's even giving me a Thani, when my current one's not even close to breaking yet. . .

Volug can talk?! . . .But only the ancient language, lol. But he's giving me money (or, well, a blue gem, but same thing) so that's neat.

You know, if nothing else, then I have to admire Jarod for sticking to what he believes in, and having a realistic outlook of his position. Dude's a shithead, but at least one who's honest in his own twisted way.

Ha, a proper coronation scene for Pelleas in-engine. That's neat. And if I see this correctly, then Almedha has an overworld model? Inch resting. . .

Micaiah's getting a promotion from the rightful heir to the throne that she has been helping all this time. The parallels sure are paralleling here.

But ahhh, her Light Sage outfit is super cute and pretty!

Aaand I knew this was coming, but it's still sad to see - our farewells to Muarim, Tormod, Nailah, Rafiel, and last but absolutely not least, Vika. The interactions between Sothe and Tormod, though. . . man, I really do need to read up on whether or not those two had any supports in PoR. They have chemistry.

But yeah, Laguz racism is still a thing. No wonder there, considering that Gallia played a big role in Daein's defeat.

Hm. You know, between it being a thing that's intrinsic to who you are, but also something that you wouldn't be able to tell at a glance of somebody and being something that makes you fit in with neither Laguz nor Beorc - being a Branded really does work as a stand-in for being queer, no? Anyway, trans Micaiah headcanon I'd say.

Speaking of her, that branded sign is absolutely sick. Depending on how much I like her and the game overall, that might be worth an idea for a tatoo one day. . . idk, just throwing random thoughts out. Who knows if I ever really want that.

Also speaking of Micaiah - I have already been wondering about her heritage! I sadly did already get spoiled and heard that she is Sanaki's half-sister, but I know literally no context on that. Which parent does she share with Sanaki, and what kind of Laguz her Laguz parent was. . . I really have no idea.

MICAIAH INSISTING THAT SHE'LL VISIT VIKA IN THE DESERT!! I was fully prepared to have their base conversation being the only interaction the two of them have, but AHHH THIS IS WHAT I WANT TO SEE

Oh, Volug's staying with Micaiah and the others after all! That's nice.

lol @ Sothe getting pecked by Yune. These games are really not for people who do not like birds.

I didn't actually deploy the Black Knight on this chapter because I figured he'd just steal experience from units who need it more. But I'll also read up on the conversations that I missed on this map, because I am Curious™.

Oh, Jarod's conversation with the Black Knight is gold. "What inspired you to slooooowly clank your way up out of your grave?" - yeah that's just how armoured units are in this game. But also, Jarod actually wanting to avenge Alder's death. . .

Not much there in the other conversations with the Black Knight. Him talking about how Micaiah reminds him of someone. . . did he know her mother, by chance? Or. . . nah, that probably can't be, since Micaiah is apparently far older than she seems. Sanaki then?

[atmymercy]

Hey, it's me!! How are you!? Lemme try my luck with this one.

Okay so something I did for somebody that made me really happy was definitely helping people out, like i had a conversation here with one of the people who was struggling with something and I tried my best to help them out and they complemented me which made me feel really happy that I was able to help somehow even if it's not a huge one. Also yesterday I made someone across the road, an old lady that said may god bless you and that's it. It made my day!! Love these small moments ng. Also you also share yours would love to hear that;!

Myself Jasmine, I'm a Capricorn sun, virgo moon and Taurus rising.

My question is-> What blessings are coming my way?

Thankyou so very much, have a wonderful and amazing day ahead!! Sending my warmest hugs. 🫶🏻🤍🫂🧿

♡ giveaway winner - 4/5 ♡

hello jasmine! it's you! lol i'm so good! i'm just enjoying these readings and spend some time with you guys! and you can try your luck! but you forgot to tell me which oracle deck you wanted! i'll assume it's my choice! lol

oh good for you, honey! it takes a lot of energy and compassion to be there for somebody else when they are having a hard moment! so it's so sweet that you attended to them when they were feeling band and tried to make it better! and so cute how you helped somebody walk across the street too! so simple yet so moving! it's funny how those small moments stay with us, huh? good for you, honey!

for you, i got the 8th house, chiron & hygeia.

"i just don't want to wait" kept getting repeated in my head as i was shuffling your cards! it got really distracting and i couldn't help but laugh because it's like your spirit guides were teasing you for not wanting to wait for your blessings! instead you wanted to know about them now! it's cute! "i want to celebrate now!" is what i heard after that and i giggled again! lol too cute! okay! so your blessing is some internal healing, honey! and this is not just some easy healing either. we're talking about a subject that you would never even think about, unless you are alone because it's something that you don't like thinking about. a healing for an old 'tortured' wound that needs some cleaning and maintenance so that you can start a new cycle because behind the 8th house is the new moon. to me, this is talking about using an old past would or trauma, but you use it to see the world with new eyes so you can heal and release. a blessing of a cleanse! woot!

hope you enjoyed it! please give feedback or buy me a coffee/tip when you can! if you want to explore this further, please also consider a private read. also thank you for sharing with me!♡

love & light!

-tea

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[dialecticaldimensions]

x files, s8 e16

The three words were not scully and mulder saying i love you????? (jkjk i knew it wouldn't be, but a girl can dream)

the three words were actually hurt no comfort because omg mulder is really going through it 😭😩 which is so fair bc the trauma of everything is insane. and then by extension, scully is also hurt. But i'm getting ahead of myself. Some bullet point thoughts: 1. IT WAS SOOO GOOD SEEING MULDER & SCULLY TOGETHER AGAIN!!! ughh just them in same frame and looking at each other!!!! I MISSED IT!

2. Mulder's trauma ... the scene of him remembering the torture??? coming back to a world you don't really remember. seeing the world keep turning after you've been gone (esp when mulder has the tendency to not value himself/his life!!!) like god, it must be so confronting for him to see that. And you can see how he was trying so hard to prove that he's still important in this crusade for the truth. (and he is, of course he is!!!! there's no one else like him). But the way he was going about it, with an edge of desperation, i need to go scream into my pillow about it.

3. And then Scully, trying to help him, trying to heal him, wanting him to know that he was missed and that he is important to the x files. I feel like she was both relieved/amused, that his headassery about jumping head first into an x file was still alove and thriving, but also so frustrated because she didn't want him to take unecessary risk and get himself in trouble or hurt. Because she just got him back!!! Also Scully was probably frustrated that she couldn't have his back in the same way bc she also has her pregnancy to think about. But the good thing is Scully has more ppl she can trust (aka lone gunmen and doggett).

4. the gunmen!!! frohike and Mulder hugging was soo freaking adorable!!!!! my sweet sweet boys.

5. doggett this episode was p good actually. except i was like wtf whyyyy do you keep trusting this guy???? interesting to see though how they are trying to parallel doggett w mulder (in early seasons) with all the insider info/who to trust/what even is the truth motifs. And low key, so understand mulder not trusting doggett one bit! to be gone and then coming back to scully having a new partner in the unit you established and on top of that the new guy kept being the bait for traps. and ofc doesn't quite have mulder's openess and grit for finding the truth at whatever cost, so now mulder needs to prove that it's his divsion. i actually think they'll complement each other nicely and i'm excited to see how the show develops mulder and doggett's relationship. 6. kersh is soooo annoying!!! the way he was saying that the arrests rate were higher w doggett compared to the 7 years with mulder!! i demand to see the stats!!!

7. skinner being so over trying to manage all his kids and their tantrums!! so funny!

8. the gunmen alluding to mulder's role in scully's pregnancy!!!!!!!!! why the fuck does mulder look like this is the first second he's genuinely considered that he could be the father?? BROOOO!!! she would never have anyone else's child but yours!!!!!! get with the program!!!!

9. scully and mulder's unspoken communication is biting them in the ass a little bit ... bc they simultaneously deeply understand each other, but don't know that sometimes you do actually need to say things out loud (i need to do a whole other essay on that). BUT they still remain sooo soft and gentle with each other. like the little gazing looks and the softness in their eyes that you can SEE when they are looking at the other. my heart is melting.

i have been enjoying s8! but so far the hurt:comfort ratio is favouring the hurt a lot more ... and i need there to be more comfort!!!

[exoticalmonde]

Part II. Hortus de Escapismo Dr. Evealia's Reaction

Well, first of all, my snake sandwich gets his skin before anything else happens.

Second, SPOILERS up ahead about the entire Hortus de Escapismo event, including the story, art and the full blow of my tears.

I think this is covering HE-1 through HE-4.

God in the basement has spoken and it says that something is wrong. A totally normal day in Laterano where your robotic diety is getting haywired from the inside. Surely this isn't going to be another cliffhanger where we never learn about whatever the hell this is since I may or may have not... skipped... Guiding Ahead story-wise.

Transcribed: [Raise your head and stand by my side, Saint Federico Giallo, the first Chosen of Laterano who does not come from the ranks of the popes.]

AYO IN SPITE OF EVERYTHING WE GET TO SEE HIM BECOME A SAINT???

The reason for that is that Pope Yvangelista XI got the threat responce from the MachineTM, but how does he plan to stop that, whatever it is, from happening if he just... baptises everybody? I agree with that other knight a moment ago, this sounds like a bad idea if that's the procedure for every account. Of course, we know Executor is the perfect personification of clean-cut justice, so how could it go wrong?

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Transcribed: [Eating]

Ah.

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Transcribed: [ Delfina: You always have that gun with you. You got it from your dad, right? I thought it doesn't work anymore.

Fortuna: It doesn't. Maybe it's a parts problem. And I don't know how to use a gun myself...]

Can we just very shortly mention the meaning of their names? Delfina is Dolphin and Fortuna is Good Fate; Luck, but Delfina keeps calling Fortuna just Tuna. So they're Dolphin and Tuna.

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I absolutely need everybody to keep in mind that this is a fragment of a city that drifted away from the main city 60 or so years ago and got stranded. This is a city on wheels in the middle of ABSO-FREAKING-LUTELY NOWHERE. And it's winter. These guys here are going to perish.

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... Great. Wonderful. Bleed me to death why don't you?

Where are they even come from? Are those Iberian beasts that are prowling the streets? Is it just a random angry wolf that's evolved in some bizzare way from the wastes and stalks people? Do they have any way to defend themselves against those canonically?

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Can i insert a spoiler from the me that played this on my own for the second time? These are useless. It says that they can help relax the panicking residents but it left me with the impression it was meant to do it somewhat passively.

Not even a smitherine. If anybody tells you they do, they're lying. 20 DP for a resident whose bar raises faster than DP regenerates on 70% of the maps is a terrible introduction into the overall gameplay.

Maybe I was bad, but it's so... Not meant to force me to replay the tutorial twice, you know? Not this one at least.

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It does remain a funny act though. They run from statue to statue looking for something to pray to. How... futile. At least I don't have to defend them from enemies.

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The maps are gorgeous though... I love what they're doing for everything after spending way too long in chapters 4-8 looking at literally nothing. I enjoy this a LOT.

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Raimund huh?

I'm not a nun but I'd be on my knees for you in a second. Lord have mercy on you or whatever.

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BABABABABABABABY BIRDS LITTLE FLOOFERS WHAT ARE YOU WHY ARE YOU SO CUTE EXPLAIN YOUR SMOLLNESS!!!

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I love them so much... I hope the children are not doomed by the narrative.

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Oh I like Gerald as well... Him and Reimund are such father figure/son figure I hope to see more interaction between them. He seems pretty trustworthy though. Like, seriously just cares about his people and considering so far we saw a peace between Sarkaz and Sankta that has never been in the outside world... you know he has authority that matters.

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PFFHAHAHAHAHAHAHA LEMUEN IS SUCH A MIPY YOURE A GOOD BEAN

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Me: "Don't you love it when people in the story talk about plans they have previously made in such a way that doesnt tell me anything just so they can agree upon actions and or warn each other of consequences to actions without ever mentioning what they are and then I end up not understanding a single thing when the story ends, like… Isn't it fun?" Pinkie: "Ok, Fiametta." Me: "No, I'm being serious this is all over Arknights, I hate it." Pinkie: "I really can't tell if you're sarcastic right now, but this is really why Fiametta is so pissed." Me: "Well, call me spicy chicken." Pinkie: "Call me a Fat Duck then, because I'm about to go off."

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HA! Throwback to Guiding Ahead. Very nice.

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Transcribed: [The average conversation between the two of you is about as entertaining as 'What did you eat last night?' 'Dinner.']

THEY DO TALK LIKE THAT THOUGH HEFHFNAHGOINAGN

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Transcribed: [

Spuria: Federico, how much do I have to pay you for a few extra words? You name the price, and I'll send the bill to His Holiness.

Federico: I have never considered this question.]

They have the funniest banters and Federico probably doesn't even understand that it's happening, this is simultaniously the funniest and saddest outcome to any conversation ever.

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...

...

Transcribed: [The dim light finally illuminates the girl's face, revealing spotty traces of blood, as well as the black horns protruding from her forehead.

Sankta blood drips onto the chapel's floorboards, giving off a dull sound. It is a deafening sound, one that opens all eyes wide.

The patron firearm used for prayer finally slips from the hands that were clutching it tightly.]

Oh... My... Fortuna...

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Transcribed: [

Twisted Monster: (Indescipherable howling)

Lemuen: Nuh-uh, just because I'm physically handicapped doesn't mean you can pick on me, visitor!]

I love Lemuen, she is the best bright pink-haired girl ever.

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Oya, welcome to Rhodes Island, uh-- *nervously looking around as there is not a single Sankta on my ship* -- feel... feel uh-- at home... Not Laterano home uh--- Sarkaz are not allowed there haha, but uh-- Just take... I mean your room is down the hall, di- mm dinner is at seven o'clock.

[cloudy-with-a-chance-of-chaos]

The Baldurian Journal

Written based on my playthroughs in Baldur's Gate 3 - lemme make myself known as a sort of vanilla player Feel free to ask me about it on my askbox or on the comment section. ⚠️ Long read ⚠️

"I don't know what day is today. Actually I've been on the road for quite a while now and didn't manage to keep track of everything. It's part of the reason I'm writing it down now; not to be a Doomsday messenger, but if it comes to transforming, I think I should leave something behind, to at least show I didn't cave in easily. I also don't know if my trouble remembering things is due to the worm inside my head or just the general falling, crashing, fighting sequelae. Who knows? Had trouble figuring out how to write too. And for some reason, maybe a lapse of insanity, I figured I'd ask the elf for advice. Suffice to say he rolled his eyes, spit out "From the beginning. Where else?", and left me talking alone, wandering to God knows where he goes at night... I don't like this guy. I mean... I'm not fond of him. I can see his appeal — the red piercing eyes everytime he looks at me and, honestly, he's a good talker, and I do not take (much) pride in sharing some points of view with him. But he's so completely and overbearingly annoying. So extremely obnoxious. A girl cannot consider saving a child at peace, it always makes him moody. If he's so bothered why join? Everyone else seems on board with how I've been managing things in order to SURVIVE, but Mr. Magistrate rolls his eyes and barks at me. Well sir, bite me. The past few days have been absolute pandemonium. And as my darling "friend" suggested, I'll start from the beginning. My name is Alyah. I was on the shipwreck days ago. Me and the githyanki Lae'zel rescued this mysterious cleric named Shadowheart before bringing the ship down. People have mentioned it "fell" but I know well enough I crashed it. When I woke up at the beach, the githyanki had vanished; I don't know if she's survived. Astarion was the first one I found, by chance, looking around the debris to figure what the hell happened. And as charming as he is, got me in a headlock with a dagger to my face. To be honest I was quite surprised to be taken down by this frail looking elf; pale, thin and with eyes rather deep in his skull as if he hasn't eaten in days. He has some strength to him, I'll give him that, but it only took me longer to get rid of his paws because of the element of surprise. He said he was on the ship. He saw me there... And once I managed to get away from his dagger he looked... Scared. This was the last time I had a heart-fluttering sympathy for him. Ever since he started following me around like a lost puppy, he's bullied every single person I've talked to. Shadowheart was not amused to have him make fun of her name. Neither was Gale, Gale of Waterdeep, when the local red-eyed pet put his wizarding credentials at stake. Though I kind of agree with Astarion, getting stuck on his own portal was NOT a very crediting move. And as I feared, Gale as also on the ship. And is also stuck with a tadpole in his brains. Although he sounds, looks and behaves way too chirper to someone on the death row...

•••

We tried walking around the forest to explore and look for more survivors, but none in sight. To be honest we stranded so much from the ship I don't think either of us has any idea of how to go back — subconsciously, I think we're all trying to get away as far as possible from those things, even if there's one of them inside each of us.

– Stop. – Astarion grabbed my arm – Listen.

– And what should we be listening to? – Shadowheart mumbled and got the ugliest frown from him.

Elf versus half-elf. I suppose he has better hearing.

His hand pulled me, and the whole group, to the back of a rock to listen. People yelling. Someone asking to open the gate. I found myself staring at the three of them hiding with me and realized I was just a foot in front of the group. Astarion nodded to me.

– Go ahead. – he whispered.

Of course. It's not him who's gonna get killed on day one.

It took me a step. Just a step a bit to the side to try and see what was going on and suddenly all of the Nine Hells broke loose.

Goblins.

A couple of them right behind us, forcing us into battle.

If I recall correctly, Gale electrocuted two of them. I might be wrong. Astarion and Shadowheart had an unbelievable teamwork, given that they act with nothing but despise for each other.

And me. I finally had my hands on my axe after what seemed too long.

Though we were caught by surprise, I thought it was a refreshing battle. A good one. No losses, no harm done (to me and my own), but a nice way to put my body at work again.

The gate that person (I still don't know and actually don't care for whom it was) was asking to be opened, opened. They were wearing the same uniforms as the guards up on the watching.

– Easy to open now, that their own people is mutilated. – I grumbled, avoiding slipping on the fresh blood on the grass and I can swear I heard someone chuckle behind me. I would bet on Astarion, because he had a smirk on that face when I looked behind, but so did Gale.

Maybe I'm funny.

– Should we go inside? – Shadowheart asked, dusting her clothes.

– I don't see why not. – Gale stopped by my side – Hopefully there'll be a nice resting spot for us if they're willing to take in some disheveled travelers like ourselves.

– What if they don't, dear?

– You've seen how quick she runs, we'll be out there in no time. – I could see Gale smiling and Astarion frowning again.

– Or maybe we'll get our hands dirty again... – I said, expecting a reaction. Gale didn't give me one. Shadowheart looked rather annoyed. But Astarion spinned his dagger on his fingers and gestured at me with it.

– Well, if worse comes to worse, at least blood looks good on you, darling.

It sounded enticing, but looked menacing. I wasn't his darling, not if I dragged him into another meaningless fight.

Pity.

I like meaningless fights.

– Well... – I pulled my axe and pointed at him; this is a temporary alliance and it will come the day him and I will end up at each other's throats. But for now... – On you too. Now let's go inside.

[sidhewrites]

22! Someone else write this for me i'm just throwing things at the wall and seeing what sticks. We got the end of the renfield arc and setting up for the climax of the book, but god knows if any of it makes any sense.

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"Right," I say. "Cool." We're fucked. "What's next on the list?" When Josie doesn't answer, I look over to see her wide-eyed, mouth agape. "Josie?"

"I don't know. This is..."

"We've got to convince him to trade his body for this one," Lucy butts in. She's flickering in and out of visibility. Magnus' magic ghost power shit is messing with her own tether to this world as she stares down the ghosts around us, daring them to come closer. "It's a banishing ritual, right? So we've got to drag him out of there quickly."

[They go up, and have to basically distract him while the world is being sucked into the grave, while Lucy and Josie say a spell. Rocks are floating, bits of the church are starting to crumble.]

I feel a piece of my heart break off with every brick that starts to crumble. The church hasn't been used in decades, but it's part of the graveyard. My graveyard. And I won't let some old fart with a noise complaint ruin it.

So I renew my efforts to get his attention. I jump around and wave my hands. "Hey! Mags! Over here, asshole!" He spares me a single glance, but it doesn't work for long. I throw a rock, but it misses him entirely and falls into the grave with the rest of the rubble. I try again, but my aim really is shit, so I resort to something else.

"Behold the power of..." I pull my phone out and search for the most annoying song I can think of. It blares out of the tinny speakers, pathetically quiet all things considered, but it's enough.

Magnus whirls on me, eyes glowing. "Turn that off."

"Welcome to the 21st century, Maggie! We got music everywhere!"

He lashes out, throwing a wave of ectoplasm at me. I dodge, barely managing to keep a hold on my phone as I circle him as fast as I can. "Any time now would be good!" I shout. I don't know where Josie and Lucy are anymore, but it doesn't matter. I just have to keep him distracted long enough for them to finish the invocation.

The song ends, and I press play again, ready to loop it for as long as necessary. My heart's hammering, and my lungs burn, but I don't have time to waver. Instead, I push through, drawing on as much strength as I can to keep circling Magnus, staying just out of reach and just ahead of his poorly-aimed attacks.

He scolds me and monologues as we go, telling me I'm stupid and useless and kids these days, but it doesn't matter.  I can outlast him. I have to.

And, sure enough, a few minutes later, his rambling stops. I let myself slow to a walk, ready to sprint away again in a second if I have to, but there's no need. He's bent double, apparently having the world's worst stomach ache as the ghostly body around his bones starts to waver and deform. Blobs of light pull away and break off, pieces of him coming apart one by one, until there's nothing left but bones.

With the glowing power gone, there's nothing left to hold Magnus' corporeal body together. The skeleton falls apart piece by piece, nothing but a crumpled heap on the ground. What I can only describe as ghost goo remains floating above the pile, waiting a moment before flying at me.

"Run!" I shout, but we don't have a chance. It hits me in the chest, leaving me feeling sick and dizzy for a second, but it fails to do anything more. Instead, the ball of goo simply goes right through me, towards where Josie and Lucy have hidden. Josie's still got Renfield in her arms when the lights hit him and begin to melt into his fur. He wakes up with a start, yowling and hissing -- and then heaving. For a second, I'm terrified Magnus is possessing Renfield again, but it doesn't last long.

The light centers into a single point in Renfield's chest, and he hops down from my arms. Slowly, it rises up his throat, and with the familiar hacking that comes with a hairball-prone cat, he vomits up what looks like a glowing glob of goop that slithers over, slug-like, to the urn.

I feel my mouth twist into a scowl of disgust. "Is that...?"

Lucy nods. "That's Sunthorpe's soul. Or, rather...what's left of him."

"Do we banish him? Sweep it up?"

She shakes her head, and looks to Josie. "You're the expert on this sort of thing."

We watch for a second, scowling in disgust as Magnus' soul slorps into the urn. It takes all my will not to go kick the damn thing, if only because I'm afraid that touching it might fuck something up.It doesn't make me feel less angry, but I'm doing better at the whole thinking-before-I act thing.

Plus I'm exhausted, so. "Now what?" I want to go to bed, but I don't think that's going to be in my immediate future.

"We should get Renfield checked out again," Josie says. "Just in case."

"Poor thing," Lucy agrees. "He's been through a lot in so short a time."

I sigh. He didn't deserve to get mixed up in all of this. He was just a frightened old man with kitty Alzheimer's and kitty arthritis and kitty asthma and... well, now, he deserved a trip to a kitty spa, or something. But I can't just leave. One look at the mess around us makes it clear that won't be happening any time soon. I don't have solid proof that Mr. Ngo would blame me for whatever is happening here, but I don't want to risk it after my behavior the past few days.

Helplessly, I turn to Josie. "I'm sorry, but..."

"I got it." She puts a hand on my arm. "Am I still your emergency contact at the vet?"

"Yeah. Thanks."

She nods, and squeezes my arm. "You both owe me an interview later." She points first at me, then at Lucy -- who starts. "I can see you now, Mrs. Blue, and I intend to make the most of it." Before heading off into the night, Josie whispers a quick, "She's really hot," into my ear. I don't get a chance to respond before she slips away. I don't let myself dwell on it for long before getting to work. There's a lot that needs cleaning up before Mr. Ngo shows up today, and I don't want to risk being caught out here in the rubble.

My first target is Magnus's skeleton, gathering his bones and funeral suit up in a sloppy pile and dumping it into the coffin lying in pieces at the bottom of the hole. As soon as they land, a twinge of regret has me thinking I should have been a bit more ceremonious about the whole thing. But what's done is done, and I tell myself I did more than enough by not spitting on him again, especially now that my lip isn't bleeding. Fucker.

I'm nicer to the urn, at least. I don't want to risk it breaking and releasing him back into the world.

Lucy waits at the grave while I sprint to retrieve a shovel and work gloves from the shed. When I return, she says "I feel it would be appropriate to say a few words." Before I can blanch in terror, she rushes to add, "I'll take care of it. You take care of him."

I nod, and begin to fill the grave as she gives her eulogy.

"Here we lay to rest Magnus Sunthorpe -- again -- and, hopefully, this time for good. In life, he was a steadfast man who knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to get it. He was much the same in death. [She gives a two-sided pointed eulogy.]"

"Good?"

"Good."

She stays off to the side, watching as I move the dirt. I even catch her ogling a few times, gaze shamelessly trailing down my gross, sweaty bare arms and my sexy muscles.

I totally don't flex. But, if I had, it would have been extremely subtle and suave and not obvious at all.

"You okay?" Lucy says, in the minutes before dawn.

I hesitate. Then, "I will be. I think. Things will be better after this."

"Come back at sunset, all right? Let me know how the little boy is doing."

"Yeah. Okay."

"Okay." She gives me a weary smile, and wanders off into the shadows to fade into nonexistence until night. Now all that's left is to review the work. It's not exactly pretty. Even if I've done what I can, it's all too clear that the dirt's been freshly dug. My job is in enough jeopardy as it is, and I don't want Mr. Ngo thinking I was one who dug it up and destroyed the coffin and skeleton, even if the dead guy totally deserved it.

So instead, I don my thickest gloves, and wander around the overgrowth. There are hundreds of people here, names lost to time, with nobody left to mourn. I spend the day at war with the wildflowers. By noon, I'm covered in sweat, and I've scraped both my knees and tried not to think about any potential consequences that might arise from accidental blood sacrifices to the dead. But the scrapes, the blisters, and the aching back are worth it. I've made a rudimentary walking path to each grave and cut roses to lay at the head of each grave.

"I know it's not much," I say each time, "but I hope it helps you have a nice day."

Next, I retrieve Ruby's spell book and find one of the tour guides -- Aiden, a young kid who still doesn't know what he wants to do with his life. I ask him to see if he can find a list of everyone who's been buried here. I promise to pay him under the table, since anything on the books would be wildly expensive with overtime.

"It'll likely be in basement level two at the library. If the librarian's there, don't make any Star Wars puns or anything. Just ask her for what you need. Oh-- and give her this." I hand over the spell book. "Don't open it. Just tell her Kaz says thank you for the help, and that I owe her my life. Literally." I hope that mentioning my name doesn't put him on Ruby's bad side immediately. For a moment, I think she might like me after yesterday, but I don't want to push my luck with someone like her.

Aiden gives me a salute and heads off to his secret mission. I look and feel half dead, but dutifully take his place as a tour guide to a group of costumed visitors, talking them through the history of Sutton Cemetery and its purported ghosts.

I'm standing by the old tree -- by Lucy's grave, I now realize, and pause for a moment, my face growing warm. I know she can't manifest during the day, but it's hard not to almost expect her to leap out from behind the tree in an attempt to spook me.

And then something rustles.

I frown, and turn back to the group. "One second, please." Abandoning them on the walking path, I step carefully over to the tree. Footprints lead around the grave, crushed leaves and flattened grass painting a clear picture of someone's trail through the graveyard.

A low groan emanates from the other side of the trunk.

Jesus fuck, I think. If zombies are real, I'm going to sacrifice to the horde just to get it over with.

It gets louder as I approach the tree, and more frenzied. More hungry.

"Hello...?" I say.

The zombie leaps out at me with a snarl -- and comes up short as I fall back, cursing and swearing. It's silhouette looms over me, blotting out the sun, viscera dripping from its limbs.

It bends low over me, and tilts its head. "Kaz," Mr. Ngo says. "I'm very disappointed in you for stealing my costume idea."

I have no words.

Mr. Ngo helps me up, giving me a long and disapproving once over. He's clearly spent hours on his costume, with fake wounds, an eye bulging from the socket, green and grey mottled skin visible through bloody, tattered clothes.

It's a fair assessment on his end. I'm covered in dirt, sweat, and band-aids, and my clothes are only mildly less disgusting. With a heroic amount of restraint, I avoid going into detail, and answer,  "I had a personal project to take care of."

He looks distinctly unimpressed.

"In the historical quarter. Wanna me to show you?" I think I'd rather melt into my shoes.

Still, he raises a brow, and nods. "Excuse me," he says over my shoulder. The crowd of tour-guests aren't quite sure what to make of the zombie currently talking to them as if he was in charge here. "I'm afraid the tour has to be cancelled for now. See the front desk for refunds."

When they disperse, I look at him helplessly. "Mr. Ngo, I--"

"I don't want to hear it, Kaz. You've been causing trouble for weeks now. Is something going on outside of work I should know about? Is something wrong?"

"No -- well. It..." I fumble. "No, not anymore."

His look doesn't waver. I know I've fucked up royally from the first time I called the Haunted Archivists begging them to come back. I guess I should be more grateful he isn't firing me on  the spot, when showing up to work the way I do would count as a serious warning to anyone else.

"Let me...just show you." I gesture vaguely, and take him out towards the oldest part of the graveyard, shadowed by old growth trees and, until recently, overrun with tall grass and weeds. But now, you can see each headstone, scraped of all moss and lichen, weeds removed from the immediate area. I've got weeks worth of work left to make the whole area presentable, but it's easy to see how much work I've done in just one day.

Mr. Ngo doesn't want to look impressed, but I can see the corner of his mouth twitch under the latex and costume makeup. He has every right to be angry with me, but I know that, were the circumstances better, he'd be over the moon. In the end, however, he holds back from saying anything about it at all. "Go home, Kaz. I'll see you tomorrow."

I let out a breath. I still have my job. And, now that Magnus is dealt with, I won't be doing anything to put it in jeopardy ever again.

"Can I get you lunch or anything?" I ask. "The flesh of the living? Brains, maybe?"

"Don't forget to shower."

I don't have to be told a third time.

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Hold on let me try to answer to all of your tags dkdmmfmmc I woke up this morning and it was the first thing I saw AAHHH

Also sorry english is not my first language so I might struggle with some sentences!! (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

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I think actually he would feel trouble feeling anything. He'd probably regret killing kids if he ever done that (because of LG) but otherwise I think he wouldn't feel anything. At first I thought that he'd feel alive, since canonically he feels alive only when taking someone else's life, but I'm not sure he'd feel anything just watching the record.

Or he'd feel the stinging feeling of regret, if church monologue is actually his (I have a theory that it's actually Fifteen's thoughts, but I'm not really sure so!! Just a fun thought) and he felt bad watching all those people cry.

Or he'd feel everything at once like one big complicated feeling (⁠*⁠﹏⁠*⁠;⁠) I don't know how to describe it.

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I love SnowHunter SO MUCH my favourite lesbians. They have me in chokehold since I first thought about them I just. Need more of them in my life.

I think Snow uses something similar to chronos! Like that green thing Psych used in boss fight. He mentioned that the government created more than just one drug for war, so it's safe to assume that she will most likely use something similar. Or it might be something that organization Snow works for created, since they somehow recreated chronos. I hope we'll see what she uses in the dlc 🙏

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🥹 jsjxjjsk Zero and Fifteen cuddling Leviathan and Behemoth... The eepies

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ykw ykw. i think he'd feel so much about everything that he'd just go numb. his normal blank expression on his face but somehow even more unreadable than normal. idk if he'd be able to feel anything after that. him feeling "alive" while killing is just him feeling like he's actually having an effect on the world around him yk? that's how he was raised, a child soldier. but losing your memories of that and then running with the mindset that only the lives of criminals and corrupt police deserve less value only to see yourself killing children? beings that physically cannot have less value because they have so much more life ahead of them? brooooo brooooooooo he's done for he's donneeee. I really like the theory that the monologue is from fif instead of zero too- and it makes sense! fifteen has such strong connections to his past that of course he'd have such strong thoughts about what it was like. zero for sure could say it himself but he's so warped about whats real and not that i dont think he could form that strong of an opinion (and if it IS his thoughts then its just what psych planted in his head)

SPEAKING OF PSYCH im pretty sure the green mega chronos or whatever the psych uses was confirmed to be not actually canon and (speculation from here) just a hallucination from zero's end considering the path to getting that boss is just by pissing him off. BUT but but i do think her amping herself up on the fake chronos that the company is making is soooo real. i hope we see in the dlc god ugh. either way i definitely gotta draw some snowhunter myself since i havent stopped thinking about it.

anyway YEAHHHHH RUNNING OUT OF TIMEEEEEEE. i loveeee how subtle it is in your art but also directly staring you in the face. youre soooo good at it !!!!!