#not really spoilery but tagging anyways

[dawn-the-rithmatist]

Okay so there is no heterosexual explanation for the way Yumi first describes Akane

[joshuamj]

Been enjoying EoW so far!!

Redraw of this:

[egophiliac]

ch 5 is coming in twsten ch5 is coming in twsten ch5 is coming in twsten (we gon die it's been a YEAR since I saw some clips and I have not emotionally recovered from the incredible deliveries by Silver's seiyuu because holy fuck) EGOOOOO ARE YOU READY TO SEE EVERYONE DESCENDING INTO MADNESS AGAIN (and a pool of tears??? MINE SPECIFICALLY)

YESSSSSS I AM SO EXCITED FOR EVERYONE ON ENG, chapter 5 is some of the most PEAK Diafamily content imo. 🤌 it's definitely my favorite part of episode 7 so far! (though 6 is pretty close...)

some (mostly) non-spoilery advice: on the hex maps, check out the non-required story cells, especially in the later parts! some are basically just throwaways, but there's some real good scenes hidden in there too that are potentially missable. 🥄 (it shows which cells you've cleared on previous attempts, so if you're low on resources and/or super impatient like me, do just the required ones to get through it, then when you're ready go back and restart as necessary to get to the others. enjoy! >:)

[sunnfish]

[ID: A digital illustration of Sissel from Ghost Trick. He is shown from a lower angle, as if the viewer were looking up at him. He has a hand close to the viewer and clutching a glowing soul core. His other hand is in his pocket, and he has a serious expression on his face. The background is the clock that appears when you time travel in the game, consisting of a glowing red clock face and glowing red lines radiating from it on a black background. The art style mimics that of the game’s, with sharp black lines and shading. The color palette is mostly red, with some light blue radiating from the soul. The artist’s signature “sunnfish 2023” is written on his leg. /End ID]

Change your fate.

[the-au-collector]

Another thing I just realized about the Roman names is that the Romans also spoke Latin, which ties in to how Terra and Aqua’s names are Latin

[faislittlewhiteraven]

Tower of Dormont ISaT AU

Had a weird dream I figured would make a great ISaT AU if anyone wants to take a swing at it so umm, general idea:

Instead of the House being taken over by the King, instead the Favor Tree is warped into an evergrowing tower reaching up, up, up into the heavens.

Instead of the King's Curse slowly making its way across the land and Mirabelle being the 'Chosen One' to collect the orbs to stop it, it's time freezing Sadnesses raining down from the top of the Tower all over Vaugarde and surrounding countries, with heroes from all over (Euphie, Claude, various Defenders, people from other countries, etc) heading into the Tower to figure out what is happening only to never return...

And well. It looks like the end for Vaugarde, Mirabelle (having finally hit the 'I know what Euphrasie said but I've got to do something' point) has recruited Isa, Odile and Bonnie for a last ditch effort to try and stop the world from ending by Tower and...

Within the first few floors (which keep changing but kind of look like... The House of Dormont? No, that bit there looks like Odile's family home, and that room there is just like Nille's???) they find an unlocked bedroom and in that room an exhausted, terrified and near hopeless Siffrin who can barely remember anything from his life before being imprisoned here (even takes a bit to recall his name over the now despised 'Bright One') but after a bit of coaxing they admit they know a LOT about the floors ahead and might be willing to help the party reach the top of the Tower where they can put a stop to the madness going on outside but in return they must not let the King catch them (not again not again not again)...

Party are actually pretty cool with this (you know, aside from general 'is this person legit or actually an enemy?' concerns) but well, it's hard not to notice as their guide goes from barely able to fight beyond weak scissors craft and buffs to healing and every craft type under the sun. From claiming they don't know what's behind a certain door or above the next floor to explaining in detail that the prisoners in cages on the next floor are all Sadnesses, or that 'the King is coming, he hasn't realised I've left the room yet but I need something, anything, to mask my scent' (and later gets everyone to leave false trails down halls via jars of sugar and honey they picked up a few rooms previous). From claiming that the party are the only other people they've ever seen here to having near breakdowns over finding books or paintings with imagery and words that seem eerily familiar (think a book that reads like 'Claude wonders why Euphrasie and their amnesiac guide are so fussed about the walls here apparently being covered in stars? Why do stars matter anyway?'), etc.

Oh and they glow more and more with each floor which er, is probably going to make hiding from the King (who is VERY DEFINITELY after them judging from all the "Bright One, you know you are not supposed to leave you room. You do not want me angry again do you Bright One?" roaring) increasingly difficult.

...

And yeah. I don't actually know what is going on in this story beyond cool imagery due to the whole 'Literally woke up with this in my head because dream' but...

Been thinking it's kinda like an 'end game Persona series' situation where a chance friendly meeting/talk between Sif and the King right before the King's rampage would've started, led to the King to realizing he could use his Wish Craft to force the people of Vaugarde to 'wish with him' (see: escalating brainwashing madness), forcing a terrified Sif to go along with it (no brainwashing for the Bright One no, not when they were clearly sent by the Universe to be the King's guide ignore the Bright One's screams that this is wrong, that they want nothing to do with this; clearly oracles only relay the Universe's intent not share it themselves), and the current 'raining time freezing Sadnesses/Sif clearly being stuck in some weird looping variant' stuff being the result of Sif's 'Please protect Vaugarde and restore our home' wish said at the King's orders being heard by the Universe as "please Universe do whatever you can to stop all of Vaugarde- No, the world from falling under the King's control! + Someone, anyone save me! + 'immense amounts of self loathing and a desire to known and held accountable for inadvertently sparking a man made apocalypse' + Universe I wish I had people who actually cared about me/who would never only use me as a tool to save the world" and er well. The Universe had a way to 'protect everyone from the King' that would also kind of fit the King's wishes, a whole heap of power from all the brainwashed people the King was leading plus the 'meant to be repurposed' freezing all of Vaugarde in time ritual the King crafted to work from Dormont and... Yeah. Add to that people all over Vaugarde and possibly other countries 'adding' to the 'please save us' wish bank after Sif had already accidently centered it all around himself and basically both Sif's loops and the Sadness hell storm are being powered up by everyone everywhere in one huge ball of 'Hmm, I wonder if this all ends with the King getting killed or is there gonna be a big old morality question thingy post King killing at the end where Sif, upon remembering that "this is all my fault" tries to get the others to kill him which other heroes may have done (and thus triggering the loop, sending Sif back to the start possibly missing memories of them to hide away in shame/terror/etc) whereas Mira, Isa, Odile and Bonnie have gotten far too attached to this tragic, self sacrificing idiot and were willing to let the rest of the world be fully frozen for the rest of Sif's natural lifespan if it meant he could finally be free (not happy about it mind you, but like, just the 5 of them living in a quiet world until everyone else is safely freed after Sif's natural death is better than murdering someone who went through an eternity of horrors to protect a world they couldn't even remember and who's death might not even be the true answer anyway)'.

Oh and the King should basically be treated like a yandere version of the Reaper or something throughout the story (dream had way too many 'and then the King was suddenly there killing someone until Sif slashes their throat -no tears to use in this Tower alas- and from the party's perspective basically has a 'vision of the future' and/or freakout for seemingly no reason in the middle of Snack Time), while each of the many many floors of the Tower are basically due to being altered to match the minds of everyone (frozen or not) in the Tower, kinda like a Palace or P4 dungeon, due to well, Sif unconsciously wanting to learn more about them, wanting to remember/forget, possibly on some level wanting the King to how horrible this all actually is IDK (snack rooms, like the bedroom Sif was in are basically P5 saferooms but less 'area weak in cognition' and more 'Sif wishes for there to be places safe from the King and all the Sadness so there are some even if he knows he can't stay in them forever least they become prisons for him'). ...Might be nightmare floors as well? To represent Sif's terror of bad things happening to anyone he becomes attached to and wanting to be able to protect them so basically, they are accidentally making their own opposition (possibly based off of what they hear the others being afraid of/the desire to be useful to them) and I think Slay the Princess might make for great inspiration there if you need an idea of how crazy that might go~ XD

...So. Yeah. If anyone wants to use any of this for any fanfic ideas, please go ahead as I kind of would like to focus on my Selkie Au and fics for other fandoms more than this weird dream that basically took over my brain and said SHARE in caps so loud I've been stuck thinking about it ever since.

[amyriadfthings]

Getting emotional over a piece of promo? More likely than you think 🙂

[extensionallydefined]

Persona 3/Persona 3 Reload spoilers under cut!!!

If you are one of the mutuals I pester about playing this game do NOT read more!!! I don't mind you not interacting with the post! Big Big Big spoilers! I'm talking final boss kinda spoilers!

But for those who have played the game...

I doodled a Nyx Avatar and eventually it turned out pretty cool! I think. Such a hype boss fight, extremely memorable for me. It wasn't a pushover either! And I loved the little lines of dialogue the characters had during the fight. It added a layer of epicness.

[filurig]

some letters between arvo and folke, taking place post-pareidolia, during arvo's artistic exploration i posted a little about earlier...

[arytha]

[ID from ALT: Digital fanart of Perradat and her pope Lady Dusty from Full Server First Kill by Nian Zhong. Perradat's head rests serenely in a bouquet of white flowers, held aloft and supported by Lady Dusty from behind. Her golden hair spills out of the bouquet, and her blue eyes sparkle faintly. The paper wrapping the bouquet gives the illusion of a halo. Lady Dusty is a larger woman dressed in a pleated black dress, with a black veiled hat with melted black, lightless candles and white flowers on the rim. Looming behind the two is a headless body, a vaguely girl-in-a-dress shaped form in grey that's much taller than Lady Dusty, and almost melts into the black background. The art is framed with gold. End ID]

The God of Fate, Perradat

[satsuha]

u know im back on my bullshit

[valenfield-inspo]

Another review I came across! 🩵💚

Source in case anyone wants to read more comments about the film.

[the-worms-in-your-bones]

Me 🤝 the doctor:

Not being able to talk about our feelings unless explicitly prompted

[soup-for-ghosts]

born of strife and sadness

[problemcore]

oh yea btw i finished 3.0 yesterday WE'RE SO FUCKING BACK

[sporco-filth]

Halloween Costume Curse - Chapter 2

Ok I guess I lied. I wrote this today after I just said I wasn't in the mood.

In fairness, this has to be the coldest I have written a slob story. I mean, I wrote this one two-handed which I pretty much never do.

It's also not that slobby and maybe it's a little too story-focused but I'm not sacrificing narrative quality for increased concentration of slob stuff. There's slob stuff, but it's a long chapter and it's spread out a bit.

Things will get hotter in the next chapter. That is 100% a one-handed story.

Synopsis: Jason wakes up after the Halloween party and finds himself transformed into a fat slob. He hopes it's just a bad dream, but everything seems to suggest this is his reality. Maybe one of his friends can help shed light on things...

"Ugh… my head…" Jason rubbed his eyes. The afternoon sun peeked through the shutters and he grimaced. He'd drunk way too much the night before and was paying for it now. "I barely remember anything," he muttered. His mouth tasted terrible, and his breath smelt even worse, like stale beer. He knew he should get up and try to clean himself up but he felt so sluggish and tired, all he wanted to do was sleep. It must've been all that alcohol and partying, he thought. I overdid it a bit, I guess. He tried to get up, but his body felt… bigger, and softer. He looked down and rubbed his blurry eyes. "Oh, that stupid fat suit," he muttered. "I must've fallen asleep in it." With a bit of effort, he managed to overcome his rebelling limbs and the bulk of the costume and stumbled out of bed. It feels a lot heavier than it did last night… His stomach growled in hunger. He couldn't recall the last time he ate, but his bladder was a little more insistent and he decided to deal with that first. Heading into the bathroom, he undid his fly and went to remove his costume, but… "What the fuck?" He felt his body. "There's no way…" He looked up into the mirror and saw it. It was true: he was now fat. Despite his headache, Jason's mind raced. He had no idea what was going on. "I must be dreaming," he said to himself, clutching his forehead. "This is all some sort of dream. Did that fucking Darius bring some shit to the party? Am I just hallucinating?" Whatever it was, the pressing need to pee was real. He sat down and tried to think. OK, well this all seems real, he thought, feeling the folds of fat and sagging lovehandles. A weird thought came to mind. What if this is reality and the old life I remember was the dream… He shook his head. No, it couldn't be: he had no memories of being fat.

When he was done, Jason's head has cleared enough that he could properly take in his surroundings. He'd never been that great at keeping house, he'd never seen the point in dusting or making the bed, but he had never been this bad: Take-away boxes, chip wrappers and empty soft drink bottles littered the room; the bedsheets looked like they hadn't been washed in years, and reeked of stale sweat and farts; and spread across the floor were his clothes, all covered in what he hoped were just food stains. What was weirder was they weren't his clothes, or at least, not any he'd bought and they were all much, much bigger than his normal size. Staring at the mess, his stomach grumbled again. Hunger was beginning to gnaw at his mind, but there was something he had to do first. He went back into the bathroom and found his scales. He stood on it and watched the numbers steadily rise. "Fuck," he swore. "138 kilos." (to save any Americans in the audience the effort, that's ~304 lbs) As he stood there, staring at the empirical evidence of his new form, he heard his gut crying out for food once more and decided that maybe if he'd be a little more clear-headed with something in his stomach.

The kitchen was just as filthy as his bedroom, if not worse. There was a leaning tower of pizza boxes so high he could charge tourists to come see it, the sink was full of murky water in which dirty plates and bowls floated like the carnage of a shipwreck, and every surface was coated with a layer of grease and grime and crumbs. Putting that aside, he opened the fridge. The only thing in there was a bottle of beer and two packets of sauce. OK, that's actually pretty normal, he thought. Jason had a habit of forgetting to go shopping, but surely there was something edible around here. He opened the pantry and found it was, thankfully, stocked with food, but when he looked more carefully he saw it was all junk food. "Who eats this shit?" he wondered aloud. Sure, Jason would indulge occasionally on nights out with the boys, but he was a personal trainer; he had to keep himself in shape and his diet at home was meticulous. The collection of empty calories, salty snacks and sugary sweets was a far cry from what he usually ate. With nothing better to eat, he opened a pack of doughnuts and began to chomp away at them. His stomach capacity seemed to be larger than it had before, further proof the change was real, and he soon found himself having eaten them all. "BEELLCHH, excuse me." Jason opened the bin to throw the packet away, but finding it full, he decided to just toss it wherever. After all, the place was already a pigsty.

Just then, an idea came to him. "That's it! I'll call the guys. Maybe they'll know something that can help explain what the hell is happening here." He pulled out his phone and rang Brad. He didn't answer. Jason tried again. After the third attempt, Brad finally picked up. "Eh, Jase," he murmured. "Bro what's… what's up mate?" "Hey, Brad, OK this is gonna sound crazy but I woke up today and I'm a fucking fatass." "Uh… uhuh…" Brad slurred. "I mean, I wasn't fat yesterday, right, so what the fuck happened last night?" "Huh?" "I mean, I'm not fat, but I am now. What happened?" "Jason," Brad sighed. "I've got a fucking massive headache and I'm hungover and you're just saying fucking words man. Like I don't get what the fuck your saying. I mean, what is your question?" "How did this happen? I'm fat! Did Darius spike my drink or something? Am I hallucinating?" "Bro, chill. I'm… I got no idea and I don't think I… yawn ugh, I haven't got a fucking clue. I dunno call Darius if you think he's… I honestly I don't remember what you said. Hey do you think―" Jason hung up. It didn't seem he would be getting anything useful from Brad anytime soon. He dialled Darius' number. "Hey, Darius, quick question." "It better be quick," Darius said. "I'm kind of in the middle of something buddy." Jason her a female voice giggling in the background. "Sorry, but I can't remember last night at all." "Yeah, it was a wild one." "You didn't bring anything, you know…" "I did, but only enough for me Why?" "Well, I'm like… fat. And I didn't go to bed fat, so I don't understand what's going on." Jason could hear the woman's voice again, this time asking Darius a question. Darius covered the receiver, his voice becoming muffled as he answered her. "Listen, Jason, I can't deal with your fat fuck problems today, all right mate? I've got more important shit to do. Call Light n' Easy or something I don't fucking know." Before Jason could say another word, Darius had hung up. Jason frowned. It almost sounded like Darius already knew he was fat. He shook his head, maybe he just wasn't paying attention. He decided to try one more person: Hayden.

"Hey, Jason," Hayden answered. "How are ya?" "Alright, alright…" he paused. "Say, Hayden, do you remember last night?" "Well, I'm still a bit hungover, and my memory's a little hazy, but yeah, mostly, why?" Jason explained his story: waking up, the mirror, the scale, the house, the phone calls. "And it seems like even Darius thinks I was already fat. I mean, there's no way I went from being fit to fat overnight: it's ridiculous." Hayden laughed long and loud. "Oh, man, that is ridiculous! That's the funniest shit I've heard all year!" Jason smiled. "I'm glad that someone else agrees that it's impossible." Hayden caught his breath. "Yeah, no shit it's impossible: you've been a fat blob for years." "Very funny. Stop fucking with me Hayden." "I'm not," Hayden replied, chuckling. "Wow, you really must've overdone it at the party." Jason's face dropped. "Hey, I'll be over in… a half hour? If you want?" Hayden continued. Not sure what to say, and still reeling, Jason just said OK and hung up. Maybe in person they could sort things out.

"There's no way I've been fat for years…" he muttered. He opened his photo app, hoping there he'd find evidence of his former body. Scrolling through all the photos of boys' nights out and overseas holidays he saw himself but he was different: in every single photo he was fat. "What the fuck…" he scrolled furiously. Here was one from a year ago, at Kyle's birthday: Jason looked like a pig, his shirt barely holding on as his bulging body pushed at the seams, the tight fabric making him look like an overfilled sausage about to burst from its casings. "What's up with Hayden?" he wondered. In most of the candid pictures, Hayden seemed to have his eye on Jason or would be touching him in a way that seemed a little too friendly. But Jason put this out of his mind; there was something more concerning: all of his gym selfies, the footage of him working out that he used to post online to show off his adonic body, had gone and in their place were endless photos and videos of his fat belly, of him stuffing his mouth with food or drinking litres of soft drink. He furrowed his brow. Maybe this was all some sort of elaborate Halloween prank all is friends were in on. Maybe these photos were all fake, after all, with photoshop and AI shit, you can make any nonsense look real. Jason decided he needed an impartial witness. He rang his gym. "Good afternoon," a chirpy voice said. "How can I help you?" "Hi, I'm Jason, Jason Adams. I wanted to make sure I'm a member of your gym." "No worries, may I ask why?" "It's… complicated." The woman put him on hold for a minute. "Hmm… there's no Jason Adams in our membership list." Jason rubbed his brow. "But I work there, I'm one of the personal trainers!" "Hang on…" she hummed as she looked again. "Nope, still nothing." "Please, surely I'm on the records! I've been going to this gym for ten years!" "OK, calm down sir, I'll check the past member records." A tense few minutes of waiting followed. "Yep! Found you: Jason Adams. You joined us ten years ago and then it says here you quit five years later." "I… see…" "I'm not sure why you think you were a personal trainer here though… Perhaps it was a different gym?" "Yeah, maybe… Anyway, thanks for checking." He hung up and sighed. Either this was the most elaborate prank ever or it was real life. He looked around his house and then at himself. "I guess it is real life: I'm a slob." As he sat there, trying to come to terms with this change, his phone buzzed. It was a message from Hayden:

almost there picked up something along the way 😈

What the? What's with that emoji? With a growing sense of dread, Jason scrolled up to read their previous exchanges. His eyes widened; his mind spun. No. No way. No fucking way is that possible.

Just then, the door unlocked and in walked Hayden. He has a set of keys to my house, Jason's mind raced. How does he have the keys to my house? In Hayden's hands was a white box. "Hey, sorry to make you wait," he smiled. "You ready?" "Hayden," Jason said, voice shaking. He stood up, balancing himself by holding onto the table. "What's going on here?" Hayden shook his head. "Man you really got messed up last night. I knew you drank a lot but usually you can handle your alcohol better." He chuckled and placed the box down on the table. "OK piggy, sit down." "I'm not going to sit down." Jason stared at Hayden, feeling his blood pumping in his ears. Hayden smirked. "Oh is my little piglet being rebellious now?" His face darkened. "I said, sit down you fucking slob." A weird sensation ran down his spine and, despite his previous bravado, Jason sat. "Good." Hayden opened up one of the boxes, revealing the brightly coloured cupcakes inside. Jason knew what was coming next. "Hayden, I'm serious. I'm straight, and so are you. What the fuck are you doing?" Hayden laughed, taking one of the elaborately iced cupcakes out of the box. "Bro, what are you on about? We've been fucking since first year uni." This assertion hit Jason like a blow, but Hayden continued. "Sure, it was just casual flings here and there," he said, licking a bit of icing off his thumb. He looked Jason in the eye with a smouldering gaze. "But once you started to put on weight and become more and more of a lazy slob, well, it wasn't like you had anyone else who'd be willing to fuck you," he grinned. "Aand lucky for you, I enjoy having a pet hog." "Hayden, please," Jason begged. "I'm fit, I'm a fucking PT for crying out loud." Hayden laughed even harder than before. Soon he was bent doubled over, wiping his eyes. "Oh wow, sorry," he said, catching his breath. "Phew, sorry I didn't realise we were role playing today. You need to warn me beforehand." "I'm not fucking role playing what the fuck is going on here?" "You seriously don't remember any of it?" Hayden said, putting the cupcake back down. "The past five years?" jason shook his head. "No." Hayden sat down down in the chair across from him. "I'm kinda groggy still anyway so maybe a bit of storytime won't be too bad. The food's not going to go cold, though not like that'd stop you scarfing it down, would it?" When Jason didn't respond to this, Hayden shrugged and began his story.