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[gobald]

I'm having some trouble playing New Vegas, like the loading screen goes on forever. So while i'm trying to solve that I doodled my Mika. It's a bit hard getting used to NV after playing 4, but I'm getting there I swear I aaaaam.

[beaft]

was at a party a couple days ago and i had cause to open up my bag o'holding (small bag inside of my regular bag where i keep all my shenanigans, band aids + whistle + sewing kit + fishing line + swiss army knife etc), and the girl next to me peered over, saw the contents and piped up "oh, so you're a wizard"

[vfordii]

sluguru and slugcatoru

[thegreatyin]

Hey so you know Sunless Skies. Are you aware of the secret fourth Ambition? If so, there's something about it which haunts my dreams and has for years, and I need to spread the brainrot. If not, disregard this message, I don't want to give unsolicited spoilers. Sorry if the nature of the ask is in and of itself a spoiler.

i am indeed aware of it!!! i'm planning on pursuing it once i finish my current ambition in my current (and first) playthrough (the truth. i'm doing the truth as my very first ambition. because i apparently love to suffer and simply cannot do things by halves.)

[tmos-time]

guy who sees the inherent weight of humanity and people present in fictional characters: yeah im normal about bringing characters to life by experiencing them through a meta-narrative that directly interacts with the creator and/or the observer why do you ask

[invinciblerodent]

hang on, this was a very out of pocket thought I had in like, tags on a thing, but fuck, it's actually very sweet to think about the PC early on in their relationship picking and pressing flowers for Karlach

like as a "I saw this and thought of you, but I couldn't give it to you then, so I saved it for when you can enjoy it too"? adorable.

I'm kind of really into this idea of Mara keeping a journal in her attempts to recover her memories, and also pressing flowers between the pages. I'd have to work out the specifics of how their relationship is going to work out once I get there in act 3 (I tried not to spoil myself, but something tells me a romanced Karlach is gonna be pretty upset about Gortash greeting her lover so warmly so maybe an apology gift will be needed), but the idea of the two of them going through a book-bouquet together, almost as kind of a "the person he knew is not who I am anymore, this is who I am, this is the me who loves you" thing is really sweet

like.

"this one is from near where we first met- look, this leaf is even singed where your heat had touched it, like it touched me."

"this one is from just outside camp, and I picked it the night I told you I liked you, because I was just so happy."

"this is from near Rosymorn, when I looked at you just enjoying the breeze, and thought that you looked particularly beautiful."

"this is the prettiest flower I could find near Reithwin, and it may be a pathetic, wretched little thing, but it still grew stubbornly where it wasn't supposed to, and it reminded me of how your love took root in my heart."

"this one is my favorite color, and I wasn't sure why I thought that until I realized it's the same color as your eyes."

and so on and so on.

i'm about to chew gravel istg

[undefeatablesin]

The last of my previous Sketch Request batch! It's the Good Hunter Lilith who belongs to @spagottti ✨️ I hope I did your girl justice! Thank you for being so patient!! 🙏

[sauntering-down]

oh to be eight years old and delighted by a box of wood scraps on the cabin porch with my cousins

[genderjester]

(more than just) the summer blues

[practically-an-x-man]

ughhh they have me scheduled to close next weekend and the weekend after that and I just. don't want to.

[bloody-bee-tea]

24 Days of Satosugu 2023 Day 6 - Easy

Suguru watches Yuki Tsukumo drive off on her bike, his hands in his pockets, before he goes back to his previous seat. He spots Haibara’s empty can in the trash and he briefly wonders what his underclassman will bring back from his trip.

If he even makes it, a dangerous little voice in Suguru’s head says and he doesn’t quite have the strength to silence it completely.

It’s likely the voice is right, after all. One of these days a mission will get the best of them all, one of these days a curse will prevent them all from coming back, and it’s just a matter of time.

If Haibara doesn’t die this time, me might still die on the next mission, or the one after that.

They are all doomed like that, Suguru thinks and puts his head in his hands.

He can still hear Tsukumo’s voice in his head, agreeing with him that his proposed idea is certainly one way to get rid of curses in their entirety and Suguru isn’t sure he likes how seriously she took him.

If he’s being honest, he was waiting for her to laugh in his face, to call him out on his stupid, childish reasoning, but instead she took him seriously and even somewhat agreed with him.

Suguru doesn’t know what to do with that.

His hand twitches with the urge to get his phone out, shoot a quick text to Satoru, certain that he could talk it over with him, that Satoru would set him straight again, but Suguru stops himself. Satoru is out on a mission; has been out on missions the entire month.

Suguru doesn’t even remember the last time he saw him and he’s certain even if Satoru had a moment to spare he wouldn’t want to discuss stupid hypotheticals with Suguru.

Suguru presses the heels of his hands into his eyes, making sparks erupt behind his eyelids and he wonders if he can just stay like this. Stay here, glued to this uncomfortable bench and never have to take on another mission again; never be responsible for another life again, never have to face a curse again.

It would be easier, Suguru thinks, if he could simply walk away from all of this.

“Don’t go,” a voice suddenly rings out to him and Suguru whips his head up.

Satoru is standing right there next to the vending machine, and even though Suguru hasn’t seen him in ages, he looks the same.

Of course he would, Suguru thinks. It’s not as if anything can touch him these days.

“Don’t leave me,” Satoru says, his voice wavering the slightest bit and Suguru watches him with a frown as he comes towards him, spilling himself into the chair right next to him.

“What?” Suguru belatedly asks, because he doesn’t understand what Satoru is talking about.

And it’s unlikely that he just read his mind, though Suguru wouldn’t put it past Satoru to learn something like that just for the fun of it.

“You’re going somewhere,” Satoru says with a flick of his fingers to Suguru’s temple. “Somewhere I’m not sure I can follow you, so please, Suguru. Don’t leave. Don’t go. Don’t leave me behind.”

“If someone is leaving, then it’s you,” Suguru gives back and hangs his head so his hair hides his expression.

Satoru doesn’t need to see how bitter he surely must look.

“You’re leaving me behind,” he mutters to the ground and startles when Satoru leans against him, his head on top of Suguru’s, forcing him to stay in that position.

It might be easier, too, if they have to talk about this. Suguru isn’t sure he could stand Satoru’s searching gaze right now.

“I’m here, aren’t I?” Satoru asks and it’s ridiculous enough that it makes Suguru huff out a laugh.

“Yeah, and for how long?” he bitingly asks, because surely Satoru is only here to report to Yaga and then he’ll be gone again, sent on another mission.

It’s been like that for the longest time, after all.

“Dunno,” Satoru replies, and Suguru can feel him shrug. “I’m inclined to stay, though. You don’t look well.”

“I told you, it’s—”

“It’s not the fucking heat, Suguru, don’t bullshit me like that,” Satoru vehemently says and Suguru flinches. “Something is wrong, something is making you leave me and I won’t have it.”

“What does it matter?” Suguru whispers out. “It’s not as if you need me. You’re the strongest. It doesn’t matter if I stay or not.”

It’s the first time Suguru ever mentioned the possibility of leaving and if he’s being honest, it feels kind of freeing.

He could simply walk away. Maybe. If he forgets about Satoru for a moment and tucks the need to protect everyone away, he probably could simply leave.

And he truly isn’t sure if Satoru could follow him. Or would even want to.

“Yeah, I don’t need you to be the strongest,” Satoru callously gives back and Suguru’s heart sinks in his chest.

Of course Satoru doesn’t need him; Suguru isn’t even sure if Satoru ever needed anyone in his life.

“But Suguru, you don’t need me either. You win your fights on your own, just like I do. But the fact that we both can doesn’t mean we want to, right?” he asks and nuzzles closer, brings his arms up to sling them loosely around Suguru’s middle. “I don’t want to win my fights without you there.”

Satoru’s voice is quiet between them, as if he’s giving Suguru a precious gift that he needs to handle with care, and maybe he is.

“Me neither,” Suguru admits and reaches out for Satoru’s hand, tangling their fingers together.

His heart warms when he realises that Satoru turned off Limitless for him.

“What’s going on, Suguru? What’s bothering you?” Satoru asks, squeezing Suguru’s hand and Suguru opens his mouth but he fails to find the words to explain these things to Satoru.

Satoru doesn’t see it like he does, Suguru knows that; Satoru thrives in fights, thrives off danger and strong opponents, uses them to grow and learn and jump beyond the limit of what was previously thought possible.

Meanwhile all Suguru does is break; he cracks around the edges with every curse he has to take in, with every life that is lost and he’s not sure for how much longer he can hold himself together.

“I’m tired, Satoru,” is what Suguru finally comes out with and it’s such an understatement, it almost makes him laugh.

Satoru seems to understand though, because he nods and he doesn’t laugh at Suguru either.

“You want to take a few days off? I’ll talk to Yaga, and I’ll stay, too.”

It’s not going to magically fix things, because Suguru is already too broken for that, but maybe it’ll be a start. Maybe it will mend even the tiniest of cracks and that might be better than nothing.

And so he agrees.

~*~*~

Only half of Haibara comes back.

Suguru and Satoru took a day off and half of Haibara is missing, while the other oozes blood all over the table, dripping down on the floor.

Suguru hears the steady drip echo in his ears, overlapping with the maddening sound of clapping and it feels as if he’s drowning, as if Haibara’s blood is reaching up to take him as well.

It would be what he deserves.

If he was a little bit stronger, just a little bit steadier in his convictions, Satoru wouldn’t have felt the need to stay, and maybe would have aided Haibara after finishing his own mission.

Maybe, maybe, maybe—the what if’s are going to destroy Suguru, he can already feel the spiral starting.

The drip, drip, drip of Haibara’s blood echoes loudly in the otherwise silent room.

“Don’t leave me,” Satoru whispers out next to Suguru, reaching for his hand and squeezing it almost painfully and everything snaps back into focus.

“I’m here,” Suguru replies, and he knows that Satoru is not asking him to not die.

He’s asking him to come back from whatever place his mind took him to, and if Suguru is being honest, that might even be harder than staying alive.

“It was supposed to be an easy mission to exterminate a second-grade cursed spirit!” Nanami tells them from the side of the room, right before he throws a chair across the room. “Damn it.”

He slumps against the wall, a towel over his face and Suguru doesn’t know what to do. And it seems Satoru doesn’t either, because he’s unnaturally quiet at Suguru’s side.

“Their faith in Ubusunagami—that was a local deity. That was a first-grade curse!”

Something Haibara never should have fought against on his own, Suguru thinks.

“You need to rest for now, Nanami,” he says, because someone has to.

“I heard you’re going to take it on,” Nanami almost spits out. “I don’t understand why we don’t leave everything to you two anyway. Gojo alone would already be enough.”

Suguru flinches at those words, because it’s true what Nanami says. Satoru doesn’t need Suguru to come with him to exorcise that curse.

He doesn’t need him.

“I don’t want to be enough, not when that means I’m alone,” Satoru says, his eyes burning into Suguru’s as he’s driving that point home once again.

Nanami scoffs at that, before he gets up, throwing the towel right at Satoru’s face.

“Yu shouldn’t have been alone, either.”

It’s not as if they can say anything to that and Suguru suspects it’s not even like Nanami wants them to say something.

He just lost his friend; Suguru is certain he wouldn’t hear anyone spout useless platitudes at him either, if he just lost Satoru.

They watch Nanami leave, and all they are left with is one half of an almost cold corpse. The dripping is getting louder again.

“Suguru,” Satoru says and Suguru jolts.

Even though their hands are still clasped, he forgot that he isn’t alone.

“Don’t go,” Satoru whispers, pressing close to Suguru.

Suguru knows that he wants a reassurance—needs it even—but Suguru can’t find the words. There is nothing he can say to Satoru, nothing he can promise him and when Satoru’s face falls, Suguru knows he must have read that right off his face.

“I’m here, I promise,” Satoru says, and he is; he is a hot, steady presence at Suguru’s side.

The only question is for how long that’s going to hold true.

“I just need you to stay, too.”

His voice echoes in the room, being met with nothing but silence and the dripping of Haibara’s blood.

They exorcise the curse in less than half an hour.

~*~*~

Suguru can hardly hear anything over the rushing of blood in his ears. His eyes are fixed on the girls in the cage and he’s sure that the non-sorcerers are still talking, are still spouting nonsense at him, but Suguru can’t hear them.

All he can see are the girls; there are wounds all over them and they are clinging to each other, clearly scared out of their minds.

And the non-sorcerers keep talking.

Suguru doesn’t know what they are saying, can’t make out their individual words anymore; instead all he remembers is what Tsukumo said to him.

That it’s up to him which part he chooses.

“Everyone, shall we step outside for a moment?” Suguru asks, plastering a smile to his face, pretending as if his head isn’t near exploding with the sound of clapping and blood dripping but his steps are sure when he follows the non-sorcerers outside.

He watches them turn around to him, clearly expectant of something, and Suguru is going to give them something alright.

The curse is already licking up his throat, his mind almost eerily quiet now that he made his decision but then he freezes.

“Don’t go.”

It’s Satoru’s voice that cuts through the cold haze that fell over Suguru and it feels close enough that Suguru whips his head around as if Satoru was standing right behind him.

There is nothing, except the house with two scared kids and suddenly Suguru can feel his eyes burn.

Satoru’s voice rings out inside his head, pleading with him, and Suguru reaches for his phone with shaky hands.

“Yo, you done already?” Satoru greets him when he picks up the call and a tear slips down Suguru’s cheek.

“I need you here, Satoru.”

“Suguru, what’s going on?” Satoru asks, all traces of humor wiped from his voice.

“I think—I might be leaving you,” Suguru admits, the curse almost choking him because even now Suguru still feels the need to get rid of these non-sorcerers.

Nothing has been easy these past few weeks and yet admitting this might still be the hardest thing Suguru ever had to do.

But Satoru asked him to stay, asked him to not go, and even though Suguru never promised him anything—knew better than to do that, really—he can’t bring himself to go through with it without giving Satoru a chance to set him straight again.

Satoru was looking to him when he wanted to kill everyone who was clapping in that room; now it’s Suguru’s turn to look to Satoru, to let him guide him.

“Where are you?” Satoru asks, an urgency in his voice Suguru has never heard before and he’s quick to tell him.

He knows it’s stupid, knows Satoru cannot be here any time soon, not with how remote this place is, but Suguru has to try.

He has to try or he’s going to lose himself.

“Wait, let me get a map, I can—” there’s rustling on the other end, making Suguru frown.

“What are you doing?”

“Coming to you, what else,” Satoru snaps and Suguru blinks.

“It’s—far. Can’t you just stay on the phone with me?” he asks, because he thinks if he has Satoru’s voice to guide him through the constant noise in his head, maybe it’ll turn out fine.

“Suguru, if you think I’m leaving you alone for even a second when I could lose you, you’re mistaken. Gimme a moment,” he snaps out and hangs up on Suguru.

The beeping of the phone adds to the cacophony in Suguru���s head and he feels as if he’s being swept away by all of it.

It seems Satoru has made the decision for them both, Suguru thinks numbly and turns back around to the non-sorcerers.

But instead of them, he comes face to face with Satoru.

“Suguru,” Satoru breathes out, stumbling where he stands, and Suguru reaches out to steady him on reflex.

He didn’t really expect to make contact, thought maybe his mind came up with one last image to try and deter him from whatever he was going to do.

But his hands meet Satoru’s arms, real and solid, and Suguru’s eyes snap up to him.

“How?” he breathes out and Satoru gives him his trademark grin.

“Long-distance teleportation.”

“You can’t do that,” is the only reply Suguru can think of to say and something in him settles when Satoru reaches out for him, hands tight on his upper arms.

“I can when it comes to you, when it means preventing you from leaving me,” he breathes out and Suguru slumps, trusting Satoru to keep him up, at least for a moment.

“I don’t know where to go,” Suguru admits, whispers the words between them and Satoru’s eyes blaze.

“You go to me. You always go towards me,” he says, his voice imploring and Suguru can do nothing but nod.

It seems as good a direction as any, if he’s being honest, and at least like that he’ll still have Satoru at his side.

“Okay,” he agrees and wasn’t prepared to see the raw relief on Satoru’s face.

“Always to me, Suguru. Promise me,” he still says, as if he needs to make sure that Suguru is not going to slip through his fingers when he takes his eyes away for even a second and normally, Suguru would find it overbearing, would laugh at him for being this clingy, but Suguru is lost, adrift with no anchor and making Satoru his seems like a good idea.

“I promise,” he replies and slumps forward, resting his head on Satoru’s shoulder. “Always to you. I promise, Satoru, I promise. Just—tell me what to do.”

“We’re going home,” Satoru decides and Suguru flinches, his mind going back to the girls in the cage.

“There are—” he points at the house, the non-sorcerers completely forgotten and Satoru nods without needing further explanation.

“If I leave you here alone for a moment, will you be alright?” Satoru asks as if Suguru could wander off at any second and Suguru hates how right he is with that.

“I’ll stay here,” he gives back, blending the non-sorcerers out so he doesn’t do anything stupid.

Satoru nods after one last searching gaze and then jogs into the house. Suguru hears a loud noise followed by silence and then Satoru is back, one girl propped up on his hip, the other trailing behind him, her hand fisted in his shirt.

“Meet Nanako and Mimiko,” Satoru introduces them. “And now we’re going home.”

“Can you teleport all of us?” Suguru asks even as he crouches down to pick up Nanako.

“Hell no,” Satoru snorts out. “We’ll take the train.”

It’s completely ridiculous and it’s enough to make Suguru break out into wheezing laughter. Suguru knows that he’s overreacting, that it’s not even that funny, but Nanako and Mimiko are out of their cage and Satoru’s eyes are fixed on Suguru, promising him that he’ll always have a path to take as long as it is towards Satoru and really, that is all Suguru can ask for at the moment.

“Let’s go home,” Suguru agrees, still chuckling slightly as he reaches out for Satoru’s hand.

Satoru threads their fingers together, squeezing Suguru’s hand with reassuring steadiness and Suguru feels a little bit lighter than he did earlier this morning.

Maybe it’s okay if he leans on Satoru like this, he thinks and when Satoru smiles at him, he’s certain that Satoru will make sure that he’s always steady enough for Suguru.

And Suguru is going to rely on him.

[camzverse]

1 (one) syzygy character ref sheet done🎉

[kamek]

oh i have a note on my phone calendar that says “target registers went down nationwide on this day 5 and 10 years ago” so be on watch on saturday for widespread target outages

[szilverer]

on returning

was thinking about the intricacies of reisz being a [nemesis spoiler], and defined how that... works exactly. added some new rules for my playthrough too.

(TL;DR in red)

i didnt canonize my old returned one idea right away bc unfortunately my brand of autism makes me care about canon compliance with my own oc stuff-- i even decided to be extreme abt it with the ghostie's account for fun: 98% of the actions i take in-game + the descriptions given to me are canon whether i like it or not! i worried that'd clash with the possible canon about returned loved ones & being resurrected, info i do not have access to. (if there is even any tbh. from what i gathered the aftermath is pretty vague?)

...but then i realised that the FLPC, by virtue of being the FLPC, is already the most specialest blorbo ever. the canon + logic surrounding death, wounds, and healing thereof doesn't apply to the FLPC the same way it applies to NPCs.

so. technically. going by my own rules. being a returned one it's not actually that far-fetched???¿¿? it's a way one can explain why the FLPC Cannot be permakilled. all FLPCs are, by the end of the day, mechanically immortal. well then. whatever. (cracks knuckles) let's go all in.

the ghostie, none the wiser: I'm here for a good time, not a long time! me: lol

wait, but the FLPC still dies!

they do indeed! going to the boat is the very proof of that process. the FLPC is sturdy as all hell but still gets lethally hurt. here's how I'm reasoning it: the magic only kicks in when the body falls apart. (also i think the boatman simply can't row them to the far shore bc of it lmao.)

it's less of an invulnerability thing and more of a phoenix thing: you moult away your damaged shell and come back to life to a fresh healthy body regenerated anew from your own remains.

(i was uncertain whether to make it so the damaged parts get entirely rebuilt or if something is left behind. since there apparently are hijinks in which the FLPC leaves behind body parts ill cover my bases)

this was how reisz was able to carry so many scars for so long. this is how they lived for almost two years with multiple sequelae of traumatic brain injury that, although diminished with time, never went away. they survived with their normal metabolism (being buried alive ended in a boatman ex machina, so they didn't smash their head in enough for their brains to spill all out. but they were very close. in evolution it was rather unclear whether the ex machina happened as well or if we simply finally starved to death).

there was no need for the cider that remade their flesh & imbues their cells to get to work, which is only when something extreme that would permakill anyone else happens.

like being torn to pieces by a zee-monster.

(before & after status illustrated below.)

tfw you lose part of the identity you didn't even realize you had, rip.

hence my new rule! :D reisz' body gets soft-reset every time i get them killed too dead. i enjoy drawing scars on characters that lead dangerous lives, and reisz abruptly discovered they quite cherished the ones they used to have (each one was a memory after all: the trajectory of their short-lived life), so that's some low stakes Consequences for me to be mindful of. hehe.

design-wise am gonna miss their anisocoria though 😔 the mismatched slit pupils made them look so silly

aside from the whole uhhh reviving from your own gore thing, rei gets a few bonus freak vitality points that could be suspicious when you look back knowing there's something... off about them, but would raise little alarm on its own. they:

heal much faster than other people, often skipping the inflammatory response stage altogether (i.e. the FLPC being able to go from Agony and Desperation to Scratches and Bruises in a matter of a few actions, leaving no consequence whatsoever.)

build tolerance stupidly fast and can't Actually get drunk (or hangover) for long. same with drugs :(

have never been sick. not a single cold. (just bc i genuinely dont remember a single mention of the FLPC getting sick? food poisoning is a whole other thing.)

a completely broken, mayhaps even missing, sense of fear. which in hindsight? explains a lot about the way they live their life.

these ^ are mostly from extrapolating what supercharging your white cells with immortal juice could result in, but there's an extra:

that weird fondness for bones & skeletons that makes them impulsively bring home whatever abandoned body part they come across? it stems from the fact that. well. reisz Was bones. reisz might not remember but the body always does.

[a-lonely-dunedain]

I'm nothing if not committed to the bit, and by "bit" I mean roleplaying this Ranger* as a good boy goody-two-shoes

(also idk why lockpicking is counted under the crime tab. He was literally just opening doors in dungeons?)

[riddlerosehearts]

i've played a ridiculous amount of bg3 to still be so lazy about inventory management, and i really should look up some tips and/or mods to make it easier because i haaaate it 😭