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[sotc]

also going forward i'm tagging everything as "d/a4 s/poilers" (without the backslashes) for anyone who needs it. I was being kinda selective about it in the past but basically I'm doing so for everything d/a4 related now. Even just companion gifsets. I know there are folks (like myself) who are reaching a limit of how much content they want to be seeing until it comes out, especially with the latest news about sep 19th bringing on a bunch of more s/poilers from content creators reviewing the game. I don't know if I trust what guidelines and info bioware will let them talk about considering their 'minor' s/poilers in the marketing were not exactly minor at all lol.

I'm not filtering s/poilers for myself just yet. Probably the day before sep 19th but I won't lie I'll be keeping my ears peeled for any information on 1) CC and 2) how extensive worldstate selections are in the beginning of the game. 🤔💭 But that's it. And of course I'll be mindful to tag appropriately for you guys!!

[homehauntsyou]

staying in a place with really bad wifi for the next couple months so I won’t be very active <3

[crudupb]

coryellisons -> crudupb

[laviejaguardia]

URL CHANGE

quiquimora -> laviejaguardia

Can you believe this URL was free?? WILD

anyway about time I had one tog-related. Tagging some friends under the cut <3

@queen-shuri @pierremichelofavignon @spyderverse @kuldrenett @eya-trying-to-function @roboticonography @morvith @oldjane @spacegirlsgang @cafecitowriter @lmallmine @mieraspeller @ournextdoorneighbor @non-un-topo @wastelandbebe @biwifeenergia @nevermindirah I'm probably forgetting a bunch of people I'm sorry!! 💞

[kinktae]

FINALLY GONNA CLEAN OUT MY ASK BOX <3

[laudsimogen]

This Hunger, It Isn't You (Ch. 23)

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Laudna couldn’t believe her luck. Good luck had never been something she experienced much of, but she seemed to have it in excess now. Not only had she escaped death again, but she no longer had to kill survivors, and the Entity couldn’t torture her, and she had friends. She had Imogen. And she had hope that they could free everyone from the Fog.

“We should offer this to the other killers,” Laudna said. “I mean, not the ones who won’t stop killing long enough to talk, obviously, but at least Adiris. And maybe some of the others would want it, too.”

Imogen looked up at her with a warm smile. “That’s a wonderful idea,” she said. Her hand was still wrapped tightly around Laudna’s, and now she stood even closer, almost leaning against Laudna’s arm. “Can I talk to you real quick, Laud?”

“Of course,” Laudna said. She looked back at the group. “Is it all right if we take a moment?”

Ashton and Orym exchanged a knowing glance. “You know,” Ashton said, “why don’t you two just wait here for Adiris while we get started? You haven’t had a chance to breathe in a while; it’ll do you some good.”

“Oh.” Imogen’s grip on Laudna’s hand tightened. “Are you sure?”

“We’ll be fine,” Orym said. “We have a wolf and a pyromaniac on our side,” he added with a chuckle. “We can take them.”

“A breather would be nice,” Laudna said. “Come and get us if you need us, then!” Laudna led Imogen to the steps of the temple as the others left and sat down. “What is it you wanted to talk about, darling?”

“I don’t know,” Imogen said. Her smile faded as a crease formed between her brows. Laudna could see the tension in her shoulders, too. Her next words came in Laudna’s head, soft and low like wind through grass. I guess I just—I hadn’t really stopped to think about what destroying the Fog might look like until now. It didn’t seem possible before, but…

But now, we can almost surely do it, Laudna said, and Imogen nodded.

I don’t know what’ll happen to us, she said. We could end up where we were before the Fog; we could die; we could…we could just fall into the void. There’s no way to know.

You’re right, Laudna said. I’ve thought about that, too. It’s a little scary, isn’t it? Even though it’s what we’ve been working toward this whole time.

Yeah. Imogen took a deep breath. I just wanted to tell you that if we get separated, you know…I’ll look for you ’til I find you again. Long as I’m alive, anyway.

Laudna swallowed hard as tears welled up in her eyes. Imogen’s words were so sure, so resolute. Laudna had no doubt in her mind that Imogen was telling the truth, and that fact sent her heart into overdrive. It beat so hard and so fast that she was sure Imogen could see it fluttering behind the fabric of her blouse. She even thought she felt heat rising to her cheeks, a sensation she didn’t feel often.

And I you, she said, her voice wavering even mentally. Always.

She didn’t want to think about the possibility of surviving the Fog without Imogen. If she were to die or be lost to the void, then so be it. But if she found herself back in the real world without her dear friend, she didn’t know how she would cope. She supposed all she could do was look for Imogen, even if it took her whole life to find her. Even if she never did.

I live in the Taloned Highlands, Imogen said. Or, I did, at least. In Gelvaan. Do you know where that is? In Marquet?

Laudna didn’t, but she caught glimpses of it through the open connection with Imogen’s mind. It was beautiful: plateaus and yellow plains, a small town nestled between mountains. Long grass and grazing horses. She could feel how comfortable that place was to Imogen.

I never left Tal’Dorei, Laudna admitted. It doesn’t matter, though. I can find it. I did always want to see other continents one day.

I can meet you halfway, Imogen said. She seemed a little less anxious now, and she softened as she sank into Laudna’s side, her head coming to rest on her shoulder. I’ve never left home, but I’m sure I could make it to Ank’Harel. Kinda feels like I could do anything after bein’ here.

You could do anything, regardless, Laudna said. You’re so very capable, Imogen. I don’t know where I would be without you. She paused. Well, I do—I would still be the Entity’s servant—but I’m not, all because of your strength and bravery. I would never have been able to fight it without you.

“I can’t take credit for that,” Imogen said out loud. “None of the other killers would have been brave enough to try, not even Adiris. You’re just…you’re special, Laud. I wish you could see that.”

The ground shook before Laudna could reply, and the familiar wailing sound of a destroyed realm filled the air. She was grateful for the interruption; she didn’t know how to reply to Imogen’s earnest, heartfelt compliments. Her instinct was to shrug them off, but somehow Imogen believed them. Somehow, Imogen, the most special person she had ever met and would ever meet, thought she was special. Her, the poor girl from Whitestone whose shabby clothes and odd personality drove everyone else away from her. Someone who had never known what it meant to feel special until Imogen said it.

“Say we do get back to the real world,” Laudna said. “We find each other. What happens then?”

Imogen hesitated. “I don’t—I don’t really know. I don’t have any plans; my life was fallin’ apart when I got pulled into the Fog, and it might start right back up again. I’d hate to burden you with that.”

“Burden me?” Laudna shook her head. “You could never burden me. If it comes to that, maybe I can help you. I would certainly try, at least.”

“But what about you?” Imogen lifted her head from Laudna’s shoulder to meet her eyes, her own lavender ones filled with concern. “What about what you want?”

Laudna blinked. Did she really not know? Or did she think things would change outside of the Fog? “I’ve never wanted anything more than I want to be with you,” she said. “I don’t have other friends or family. I never had any goals, except, I suppose, to be happy. And you make me so happy, Imogen.”

Imogen’s breath hitched and she opened her mouth as if she were about to say something, but movement in the woods caught both of their attention. Imogen was standing at the ready in front of her, one hand cautiously raised, before Laudna even processed that one of the two figures approaching them didn’t look familiar. It wasn’t until they got closer that she realized it was the Huntress who was with Adiris.

“It’s all right,” Adiris called. “She is friendly.”

Imogen relaxed a little, but she didn’t move from her position in front of Laudna. “We were just waitin’ for you,” she said. “We found a way to release you from your bond with the Entity.”

The Huntress turned to Adiris. “What she mean?”

Her voice, while thick and accented, sounded softer than Laudna expected from her large frame and tattered, bloodstained clothes. She sounded almost sweet, and Laudna wondered if the rabbit mask she used to cover her face wasn’t actually meant to be creepy.

“What do you mean?” Adiris asked. “Is such a thing possible?”

“We think so,” Laudna said. “See, I died earlier, and the Entity can’t keep us out of the campfire anymore. So, Imogen’s friend—our friend—brought me inside, and now I’m back, just like a survivor! But my land is still gone, and I don’t think the Entity can use me for a trial without my realm. It’s so freeing; I highly recommend it.”

“We must die regardless,” Adiris said. She looked to the Huntress. “You may decide for yourself whether you wish to return, Anna. I will not, but I will assist you if you would like to.”

Anna hummed. “You find your people when you die, yes?”

“Yes,” Adiris said. “I hope so.”

“Then I go with you,” Anna said. “Nothing for me here. Nothing for me outside. I go with you.”

“Oh,” Laudna said. She glanced between the two women. “You know each other? Now I feel bad that I didn’t try harder to meet you both sooner.”

“We know each other very well,” Adiris said, and she seemed to smile for the first time since Laudna had met her. “Anna has been my dearest friend for many years. My only friend. I owe her a great deal.”

“You love her,” Imogen said quietly. “Are you sure you don’t wanna stay? You could…you could make a life with each other. This place doesn’t have to be the last thing you experience.”

“Adiris miss her people,” Anna said. “She tired. I tired, also. We help you, then we rest together.”

“I understand,” Laudna said. Her heart ached for these people she barely knew, and she saw so much of herself and Imogen in them. As much as her instincts urged her to try to make them change their minds, she did understand. There must be a certain comfort in knowing they wouldn’t be without each other in death.

Imogen nodded, but her eyes shone with tears, and Laudna quickly took her hand. “Thank you, then,” Imogen said. “For helping.”

“Of course,” Adiris said. “We want to see this place destroyed as much as you do. Let us get to work, and then we shall see what happens.”

[dl4draws]

zukka nation i have a gift for you

[onlyswan]

been spending the entire day just listening to music and i thought about the possibility of jungkook playing glue song in one of his weverse lives… and died a little inside… my heart will not survive that. goodbye

[mogai-nightmarket]

More genders will be put out tomorrow when i am not dead tired /lh nbh

Good night everyone <3

[hinamie]

post-graduation trip airport looks

[lovethcrn]

new addition to the muse list: serena van der woodsen.

[hymnoeides]

'Cause I'm stuck with your stories

[inkskinned]

you're in the habit of denying yourself things.

if someone asked you directly, you would say that you love a little treat. you like iced coffee and getting the cookie. you drink juice out of a fancy cup sometimes, and often do use your candles until they gutter out helplessly.

but you hesitate about buying the 20 dollar hand mixer because, like. you could just use your arms. you weren't raised rich. you don't get to just spend the 20 dollars (remember when that could cover lunch?), at least - you don't spend that without agonizing over it first, trying to figure out the cost-benefits like you are defending yourself in front of a jury. yes, this rice cooker could seriously help you. but you do know how to make stovetop rice and it really isn't that hard. how many pies or brownies would you actually make, in order to make that hand mixer worthwhile?

what's wild is that if the money was for a friend, it would already be spent. you'd fork over 40 without blinking an eye, just to make them happy. the difference is that it's for you, so you need to justify it.

and it sneaks in. you ration yourself without meaning to - you don't finish the pint of ice cream, even though you want to. the next time you go to the store, you say ah, i really shouldn't, and then you walk away. you save little bits of your precious things - just in case. sometimes you even go so far as putting that one thing in your shopping cart. and then just leaving it there, because maybe-one-day, but not right now, there's other stuff going on.

you do self-care, of course. but you don't do it more than like, 3 days in a row. after that it just feels a little bit over-the-edge. like. you can't live in decadence, the economy is so bad right now, kid.

so you don't buy the rice cooker. you can-and-will spend the time over the stove. you can withstand the little sorrows. denial and discipline are practically synonyms. and you're not spoiled.

it's just - it's not always a rice cooker. sometimes it is a person or a job or a hug. sometimes it is asking for help. sometimes it is the summer and your college degree. sometimes it is looking down at scabbed knees and feeling a strange kind of falling, like you can't even recognize the girl you used to be. sometimes it is your handprint looking unsteady.

sometimes it is tuesday, and you didn't get fired, and you want to celebrate. but what is it you like, even? you search around your little heart and come up empty. you're so used to denying that all your desires draw a blank.

oh fuck. see, this is the perfect opportunity. if you had a mixer, you'd make a cake.

[aingeal98]

Ultimately the resolution of Jason and Cass fights comes down to the fact that while he has his own ideals that don't mesh with the bats, Jason can be flexible. DC skipped the whole reconciliation with the family but while he's willing to kill it's generally a means to an end to him, not the whole entire point unless you're talking about Joker. Meanwhile for Cass the question of killing vs not killing is dead serious to her which means any time they're working together and things start going off track it's like:

Jason: Look if we kill this guy we send a message to his boss which makes it easier for us to negotiate with him from a position of power and I just think that-

Cass, snatching one of his guns and pointing it at her own head: Go on, pull the trigger. Kill him. Kill me. Go tell Batman that you let his daughter die to make a negotiation easier. He already let you die so no problem right? You think we should die? You think our life only worthwhile as part of a plan, just because we're killers? Are we doomed? Are we rotten to the core with no hope of redemption? Go on then, kill us and kill part of your soul alongside it. You clearly don't care for it so why are you even trying? Kill yourself along with us, come on Jason let's all just die right?

Jason, slowly backing away: I think you may be projecting a tiny bit so just. Calm down before I call the suicide hotline please.

Cass, slowly lowering the gun and knocking the random henchman unconscious: Yeah that's what I thought, fucking pussy.

Jason: Mm yeah you know what I hate you actually. Fuck this mission I'll just shoot you right now if you're going to be this annoying about it.

Jason, explaining things later to Dick: So I just kept shooting at her until I ran out of bullets and we both calmed down enough to call a truce. We tracked the guy down and didn't kill anyone but I did blow up the batplane just as a last minute screw you. Is she always this uh... intense?

Dick: Yeah, one time I broke up with Barbara and she threw me out a window. She's just like that.

[wasyago]

tango doodles

first you make up a guy and then you struggle to draw him correctly