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It just occurred to me that Chaos does not really affect the ending in Dishonored 2 the way it does Dishonored 1. Like, the final mission is still largely the same either way. In fact, you can play high chaos the entire time but choose to spare Delilah at the end. Which I find very weird. Like it should completely take away my agency at this point.
While the low chaos ending was flat, the final high chaos mission with the loyalists was so so good. The game was telling you âyouâve made your bed now lie in it.â From Samuel turning on you and alerting everyone with a gunshot to the fact that Pendleton dies with or without your interference to the fact that Martin shoots himself to the fact that Havelock will jump off the ledge with Emily, you have NO agency. These events will occur because of what you have already done, completely disregarding what you choose to do in the moment.
Dishonored 2 has more subtle changes based on high chaos. Aside from Emily and Corvoâs dialogue (which, in my opinion, is a classic example of telling instead of showing. Easy to forgive though) there are little hints sprinkled throughout the game that what youâre doing is negatively impacting the world. The clerk at Addermire who hangs herself and the men playing cards who get into a shootout come to mind. But this doesnât culminate into anything other than a slideshow ending narrated by the Outsider. The playerâs return to the tower is the same no matter what you do. The only difference (I think) is that Delilah is either painting or waiting in the throne room.
Why not have the low chaos ending be a bit different? Instead of the Overseers dying when they rushed the Tower, why not have them stationed outside, holding their own, protecting the few citizens left? Why not have the player save the High Overseer who has been captured, winning over the overseer forces? Then the high chaos ending can stay the sameâthey rushed the tower and failed and Emily finds them all dead.
The same can go for gang presence. Youâre gonna tell me the Hatters and the Bottle Street gangs will just give up territory super easily? I know theyâre scattered throughout the final level, but they attack on sight! If youâre low chaos, they ought to recognize you as the empress and decide that the only way to save their own skins is to help you kick witches out of their territory. High chaos, they blame you for all this mess and attack you on sight, same as always.
I donât know.
I just think that the final high chaos level ought to make me confront my choices and force me to face the consequences. I shouldnât have any control over what happens narratively.
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; hey, slow down .. life isn't that short and it's actually kinda cool when you js look around for a bit
#text#positivity#quick post#long thought#text post#reminder#breathe#gri is feeling sentimental#it's kinda nice#peaceful#life#random thoughts#xe suggests you sit down for a bit and just breathe. you're alive rn. a being on earth surrounded by just. so much#it gets kinds scary sometimes doesn't it ? overwhelming even. it's alright !! sometimes the next best thing you can do is js sit down and#enjoy what the world has to offer#short and sweet#simple#js tagging whatever rn loll#this post might make no sense. myles thinks a lot of things make no sense. what's fun is when you can still understand them ..#ily all#js so yk#<3
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what doesn't kill you makes you weird at intimacy
#spilled thoughts#spilled words#spilled ink#spilled writing#lesbian#spilled feelings#wlw longing#sapphic love#spilled poetry#wlw post#words on tumblr#bpd meme#text post#light academia#lit#literature#femme lesbian#sa survivor#sad writing#poetic#word post#relationship quotes#writers on tumblr#poets on tumblr#queer#autistic lesbian#actually autistic#neurospicy#audhd#autistic trauma
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there's a cherry blossom tree in DC that keeps blooming every year even though it shouldn't and the park service keeps thinking it's dead and then it keeps blooming! well they're removing a lot of trees to rehabilitate the area and they've said it's finally time for stumpy to go and they're going to mulch it and use the mulch to enrich all the other trees so it can help everything else keep going. and they're also going to plant spliced little pieces of it all over so that stumpy can live forever and this is genuinely sending me into a spiral
#someone brought it flowers today...........#this half dead little tree that nobody thought would survive this long means everything to me
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#It's about seeing that just because im queer does not mean i have to died like a dog on the streets#just the thought of queer people being allowed to exist long enough to grow old makes me wanna cry#gonna put my ships on blast do not judge me#kakairu#Innefable husbands#mchanzo#erasermic#wrightworth#superbat#aladarius#queer#lgbt
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you're going about your normal day when, suddenly, surprise! you've been pokémon mystery dungeon'd!
unfortunately, due to budget cuts, the pokémon assigning quiz has been canceled. instead, you must spin THE WHEEL, assigning you a random, unevolved, non-legendary and non-mythical pokémon. you must now go on some sort of world-saving adventure as this pokémon. good luck!
tell me in the tags what you rolled, and how you feel about it - for bonus points, you can spin the wheel again for (or just take your pick of) a pokémon to be your partner.
bonus rules:
you're not shiny unless the wheel tells you you're shiny
take your pick of regional forms and evolutions (for example, if you roll vulpix, it's up to you whether that means normal or alolan vulpix)
apply whatever logic you like with regards to gender
have fun and be yourself!
#pokemon#pkmn#pokemon mystery dungeon#pmd#tag games#someone might've done this concept already but i had a worm in my brain you know.#i thought itd be fun to list all the unevolved pokemon... now i know there's only around 400 evolution lines total!#.. not counting mythicals legendaries ultra beasts or paradoxes#by the way! alongside the shiny result there are two other bonus results: an obligatory pikachu and... a surprise!!!#finally feel free to let me know if i misspelled something or accidentally included an evolved mon (other than pikachu)#sorry long tags ha đ
i'm done now
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7. On over-positivity & prayer & longing for religion
Seeking religion in adulthood
Prologue.
I am 19 years old,have lived alone for a year.
I was moved here by recommendation of family. My child brain had never comprehended this sort of future. I sit alone for days and I donât leave the room that I must pay for. I feel like an oyster attached to its shell, and becoming freed means hot and boiling surrender. I let myself become my own parasite and goad myself into anguish. It is warm in here sometimes, but itâs only me.
Over-positivity.
Being stranded requires a self sufficiency in the form of assurance. Lest we escort ourselves into our personal mad demise, caused by mental deterioration and unjustifiable panic, a human is to remain conscious of the state of emotions. This demands excess joy & happiness. This is the guided mentality of a faulted world that one does not accept, but rather manipulates for oneâs own sanity.
To accept the world and its conditions as they are is to accept depression.
The human chooses not to accept it. Or so one should.
To compensate, the use of over-positivity to falsify the perceptual reality begins at the most elementary principles of oneââs adulthood, and from thereon extends like an unfettered fungus in rainstorm. It is an uncontrolled infection, chosen to be left untreated. If it is a morning in which the elevator arrives within under a minute, then it is certain to be an agreeable day thereafter. If the pants one wears do not align themselves in a strange way and force one into voided thoughts, then the deities have found you to be favorable. If the battery of oneâs device chooses not to dip below eighty percent after the duration of a two hour public commute distinguished by rotten scent and scuffed shoes, then perhaps the week is so soon settled.
Choosing to be overly positive will become a poison. The ridicule one may receive on the street from an unknown passer-by turned into a moment of self-pity is the seed of the sinful thinking.
âWhy me?â
This question can warrant one of two responses. Either you are not at fault and could never have been at faultâself-pity, self-praiseâ, or you can choose to ask again. âWhy me?â Why you, indeed. Ask it again and again until you have found reason. No action of any individual is ever truly without circumstance. Choosing to ignore a possible flaw within yourself and acting in virtue is only a hindrance. Once again, it is a sin, and this you realize as you now sense the malice in your own intellect.
Suddenly you are craving religion.
Guilt & Prayer
A struggle of atheist adulthood is the reckoning of oneâs own independence. No longer is there a higher being to accost. One becomes the cause and the response for and to oneâs exploits. Every mistake is suddenly magnified, unbothered by a juvenile responsibility, as life is your own to delineate. One could, again, choose to ignore oneâs guilt and wrongdoing, but from this bears the fruit of sinâand again, the cycle is felt.
Turning to a societally established morality becomes the only plausible solution. You cannot help yourself, no one can help you, but there is one who can help us all. Perhaps it is a more sinister crossover of yearning for a collective to feel kinship to, and of needing to exhaust and expunge an irremovable sin.
It is the holyMother, and She is certain to exonerate her children, just as it once had been. It is a feeling that one cannot escape, for an adult is nothing, but a child in fear, with limbs too long and a stomach too large, so that it can never be satiated.
I canât bring myself to prayer just yet, even still, but I feel how the itch does not expire. I still live in spite of my own self, cursing at my mistakes, cursing at my curses, unable to accept the conditions under which I have been placed. In another universe, maybe we could have avoided a footstepped path of regretted action, but it is the one life we are given. Over-positivity, hyper-compensation of despicable sin and wrongdoing; these philosophies are made in self-preservation, and detaching oneself from realities, both legitimate and aspired, it is a perilous rule of living. Of this, there is no escape.
The holy mother can only birth, not take.
>parasitka ááá ááááąáá
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lead balloon (the tumblr post that saved me)
if this comic resonated with you, it would mean the world to me if you donated to this palestinian family's escape fund.
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no creative notes because this isn't that kind of comic.
I know I donât owe any of you anything but I still felt compelled to write about my long term absence. And I feel far enough away from the dangerous spot I was in to be able to make this comic. I have a therapist now, and she agreed that making this could be a very cathartic gesture, and the start of properly leaving these thoughts behind me. I am still, at seemingly random times, blindsided by fleeting desires to kill myself. Theyâre always passing urges, but itâs disarming, and uncomfortable. I worry sometimes that my brainâs spent so long thinking only about suicide that itâs forgotten how to think about anything else. Like, now that I've opened that door for myself, I'll never be able to fully shut it again. But Iâm trying my best to encourage my mind in other directions. We'll see how that goes.
I am still donating all proceeds from my store to Palestinian causes. So far, I've donated over $15K, not including donations coming from my own pocket or the fundraising streams which jointly raised around $10K. In the time since I made my initial post about where this money would be going, the focus has shifted from aid organisations to directly donating to escape funds.
If you'd like to do the same, you can look at Operation Olive Branch, which hosts hundreds of Palestinian escape funds or donate to Safebow, which has helped facilitate the safe crossing and securing of important medical procedures for over 150 at-risk palestinians since the beginning of the genocide.
#cw: suicidal ideation#cw: suicide#cw: self harm#cw: mental health#cw: depression#i made the balloon the main representation of my self destructive urges for a reason but im not going to explain it#i tried to keep a lot of the details in this vague#it would be my worst nightmare if this comic encouraged someone to hurt themselves#so. please dont#for a long time even the thought of making this comic felt so insipid and narcissistic#with the state of the world as it is#having the only threat to your life be yourself felt so privileged and trite and shameful#but doing this comic made me sit down and process things in full#and im just. very grateful i didn't give in to my thoughts back when i sincerely felt i'd be more useful to the world dead#i also feel the need to say that this wont represent everyone's battle with mental illness. its unfortunately different for all of us#there is no fix-all#and im afraid this might be one of those comics that either resonates a lot or misses the target by a mile#i made it for myself foremost. and now that its done im glad i did it#thank you for reading#and please stay alive#stillindigo art#stillindigo comics
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long hair>>>>
#girlblogger#girlblog#girlblogging#coquette girl#girlhood#hell is a teenage girl#girl interrupted syndrome#coquette#localy hated#girlcore#long hair#manic pixie dream girl#girl things#girlification#girly blog#girly thoughts#girly tumblr#just a girl#just girls being girls#just girly posts#just girly thoughts#pinterest girl#this is a girlblog#this is girlhood#this is what makes us girls#devine feminine#feminine urge#the feminine urge#coquette blog#coquette angel
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I was meeting a client at a famous museumâs lounge for lunch (fancy, I know) and had an hour to kill afterwards so I joined the first random docent tour I could find. The woman who took us around was a great-grandmother from the Bronx âback when that was nothing to brag aboutâ and she was doing a talk on alternative mediums within art.
What I thought that meant: telling us about unique sculpture materials and paint mixtures.
What that actually meant: an 84yo woman gingerly holding a beautifully beaded and embroidered dress (apparently from Ukraine and at least 200 years old) and, with tears in her eyes, showing how each individual thread was spun by hand and weaved into place on a cottage floor loom, with bright blue silk embroidery thread and hand-blown beads intricately piercing the work of other labor for days upon days, as the labor of a dozen talented people came together to make something so beautiful for a village girlâs wedding day.
What it also meant: in 1948, a young girl lived in a cramped tenement-like third floor apartment in Manhattan, with a father who had just joined them after not having been allowed to escape through Poland with his pregnant wife nine years earlier. She sits in her fatherâs lap and watches with wide, quiet eyes as her motherâs deft hands fly across fabric with bright blue silk thread (echoing hands from over a century years earlier). Thread that her mother had salvaged from white embroidery scraps at the tailorâs shop where she worked and spent the last few days carefully dying in the kitchen sink and drying on the roof.
The dress is in the traditional Hungarian fashion and is folded across her motherâs lap: her mother doesnât had a pattern, but she doesnât need one to make her daughterâs dress for the fifth grade dance. The dress would end up differing significantly from the pure white, petticoated first communion dresses worn by her daughterâs majority-Catholic classmates, but the young girl would love it all the more for its uniqueness and bright blue thread.
And now, that same young girl (and maybe also the villager from 19th century Ukraine) stands in front of us, trying not to clutch the old fabric too hard as her voice shakes with the emotion of all the love and humanity that is poured into the labor of art. The village girl and the girl in the Bronx were very different people: different centuries, different religions, different ages, and different continents. But the love in the stitches and beads on their dresses was the same. And she tells us that when we look at the labor of art, we donât just see the work to create that piece - we see the labor of our own creations and the creations of others for us, and the value in something so seemingly frivolous.
But, maybe more importantly, she says that we only admire this piece in a museum because it happened to survive the love of the wearer and those who owned it afterwards, but there have been quite literally billions of small, quiet works of art in billions of small, quiet homes all over the world, for millennia. That your grandmotherâs quilt is used as a picnic blanket just as Van Goghâs works hung in his poor friendsâ hallways. That your fatherâs hand-painted model plane sets are displayed in your parentsâ livingroom as Grecian vases are displayed in museums. That your older sisterâs engineering drawings in a steady, fine-lined hand are akin to Da Vinciâs scribbles of flying machines.
I donât think thereâs any dramatic conclusions to be drawn from these thoughts - theyâve been echoed by thousands of other people across the centuries. However, if you ever feel bad for spending all of your time sewing, knitting, drawing, building lego sets, or whatever else - especially if you feel like you have to somehow monetize or show off your work online to justify your labor - please know that thereâs an 84yo museum docent in the Bronx who would cry simply at the thought of you spending so much effort to quietly create something thatâs beautiful to you.
#shut up e#long post#Saturday thoughts#this has been in my drafts for a week haha#also this is the heart of why AI art feels so wrong#forget the discussion of copyright and theft etc - even if models were only trained on public domain they would still feel very wrong#because theyâre not art. art is the labor of creation#even commercial art and art commissioned by the popes and kings of history: there is humanity in the labor of it#unrelated: I did not know living in the Bronx was now something to brag about. How the fuck do yâall New Yorkers afford this city???
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did you know? if you do your laundry you can get your clothes back
#fascinating stuff. letâs see if i (person with the worst executive dysfunction when it comes to doing laundry) remember it#i literally have this issue where iâll let dirty clothes pile up in the laundry basket for an entire month#like it takes me that long to get around to it#and then- who wouldâve thought- i find that i donât have anything good to wear. strange!#finally did it last night and iâm like ohhh that was so difficult but the payoff finally#augh#peach rambles#hall of fame i guess#shut up about socks. idc.#this was a fun positivity post of sorts itâs about overcoming executive dysfunction#derailing into jokes about losing socks is. itâs not horrible but just boring and annoying#it was supposed to be celebration!! and encouragement!!!
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#happyroadkill#gay#trash birds#politics#comic#cartoon#birb#furry#art#artists on tumblr#i actually finished this a long time ago but never posted bc i thought it was too niche or something
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"we know how to move our bodies, but i didn't know how to manage my heart, so you need help for this"
hi we need to talk more about judo gold medallist christa deguchi.
#maybe i need her#that video about her battling mental health woes in 2021... ;___; i love her#she's all over the japanese forums the past few days#and the wlw community is going feral shfgshjfk#some of them call her âthe one who got awayâ#and âmy wife who was too hot for japan judo to handle but is now thriving under canadaâ#and today i just saw a post that just says:#i just learnt about deguchi-sama and then i rolled over in bed and looked at my husband#and thought to myself: maybe he's not the love of my life#in love with her actually#incredible things happening ;___;#also she has the three cutest cats........... please let me raise them with you....#long post#christa deguchi#team canada#olympics#paris 2024#cats#cats of tumblr#wlw#wlw post
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A mermaid au that has been on my mind for some time now đ„șâš
#gojo satoru#geto suguru#satosugu#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#my art#I have been working on this for so long now#plus i have sm thoughts about this au
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whatever
#mouthwashing#curly thought the shoe's were cool but unfortunately they only show signs of working too long for pony express#daisuke the supportive intern lmfao#zuzu art#daisuke#captain curly
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#words words words#quotes#writers and poets#thoughts#perspective#spilled ink#spilled heart#life#feelings#writing#love letters#love#love quotes#longing#thinking about you#spilled writing#writerscommunity#poetscommunity#writers on tumblr#poets on tumblr#poem#poetry#spilled poetry#poems and quotes#i love you#ticklingtimetickstotest#artists on tumblr
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