#pt; ooc

[fracturedodr]

(( Additional funfact; in the S5 arc of the LN, there's a single line RIGHT when Ais is about to walk straight past Bell where it's pretty much STATED that Bell is about to lose that last bit of hope he had left.

I did not know that until I checked the appropriate novel

So Bell absolutely shattering and giving up entirely should Ais not remember him in time, is... actually probably what would have happened canonically if she'd been too late.

So that's fun :D ))

[riddleseth]

It’s nearly 4 am

[mxltifxnd0m]

drunken words ↼ d. winchester

summary: drunk you isn't the best at keeping their mouth shut

pairings: dean winchester x reader, dean winchester x gn! reader, platonic sam winchester x reader

requested: yes/no: by @traiitorjoe; thank you for sending your request!

word count: 3.0K

warnings: no use of 'y/n', none really, some cursing, a little bit of fluff, sam being a meddling little shit, some angst, kinda edited

a/n: i got this request in july and i felt so bad for having put it off for so long but here we have it! there is a potential for a pt.2 so if anyone wants that lmk lol

but enjoy the fic! please like, comment, and reblog!! your feedback fuels me!

[here's my taglist; read rules before sending in an ask]

𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

Dealing with the Winchesters always felt like a Herculean task when you would run into them while you were on a hunt. The first time you ran into them was when they barged into the farmhouse that you were staking out for a nest of vampires. They went in, guns blazing, and you cursed them out under your breath as you hurriedly left the hiding spot you were in and rushed into the nest to help them clean out. 

It was safe to say that they were surprised and confused by your anger when you guys had killed all of the vamps. You didn’t recognize them at first when they first ran into the farmhouse, but now that you were standing there and really looking at them, you instantly knew that these were the infamous Winchester brothers you’d heard from Bobby and other hunters.  

Regardless of who they were, you were furious that they had messed up the hunt that you were on, and they were on the receiving end of your fury while they looked at you dumbfounded. After you were done yelling at them, you left the farmhouse fuming and decided to leave them with the cleanup job. 

The brothers were so confused by you that they didn’t even think to ask for your name. They also were slightly scared by your fury, and they failed to realize that you clearly knew who they were, but they had no idea who you were, only that they had taken over your hunt and were really mad about it. Dean only hoped that he wouldn’t run into you ever again. 

But as fate was a fickle thing, you would run into the brothers on your next hunt in a small town in Oregon, where a witch was terrorizing the men of the town, and it just so happened that you had arrived at the station the same time they did. You had to play along with them until you got the information you needed, and then when you tried to leave the station before them, a hand slammed your door before you could get into your car. 

You turned around to be met with emerald green eyes filled with irritation and thinly veiled curiosity. 

“Did you need something Winchester?” You said with a scowl etched into your face. 

Dean scoffed as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Yeah, answers. Who the hell are you?” 

“What’s it matter to you?” 

“Because you’re a hunter and we could use some help on this case.” Sam interjected, and your eyes were ripped away from the man in front of you. You almost forgot about the taller Winchester that was lingering behind Dean. 

You raised an eyebrow at Sam while Dean’s head jerked over his shoulder and glared at his brother. Sam stared back at his brother with raised brows, sending him a look that said, ‘What? It doesn’t hurt to ask.’ 

“I don’t think your brother here is keen on working with me.” 

“You’re damn right I’m not. You went off on us for no reason and left us to clean up.” 

You couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of them cleaning up the plethora of severed heads and bodies from that farmhouse. But you ignored Dean's words as you contemplated the offer Sam was proposing. 

“Fine I’ll help, but you’ll have to follow my lead on this one.” 

Sam nodded, agreeing with you, and sent you a dimpled smile. 

Dean opened his mouth to protest but was cut off by you slicing the air with your hand in front of his face. 

“Zip it Winchester, either you listen to me or I leave you high and dry on this hunt.” You waved around the copy of the case file that you convinced the Sheriff to give you before leaving the station. 

Dean all but glared at you and stomped towards the black Chevy Impala that was parked down the street. You couldn’t help but smirk at Dean��s grumpy attitude, and Sam told you which motel they were staying in and followed them to it. 

With three heads instead of one (more like two since Dean barely did any research and stuck you and Sam with it), you guys found the witch in no time and disposed of her swiftly. You had to admit that working with the brothers was more manageable than working on your own. But you knew that this had to be a one-off occurrence because you had heard about all of the craziness that surrounded the Winchesters. You were not keen on being pulled into any of it. 

Once the hunt was over, Sam gave you his number and told you to call if you needed help or vice versa. You took it to be polite, but you knew that you weren’t going to call them unless your life depended on it. The three of you went your separate ways before Destiny decided to play her games, and somehow, you ended up working on most of the hunts the brothers were working on. 

It’s like some higher power wanted you to work the Winchesters against your better wishes. Alas, you ended up working with them every time because you couldn’t resist Sam Winchester’s pleading puppy dog eyes. But you got on quite well with Sam, and he slowly became a good friend of yours. 

But your relationship with Dean, on the other hand… Well, let’s just say you had a mutual hatred for each other. You guys practically fought like cats and dogs anytime you interacted, and the two of you couldn’t help but let snide comments leave your lips each time the other was wrong or messed up. Both of you bickered like an old married couple that should have divorced a long time ago, so much so that Sam had to be the mediator constantly if you were to work with the brothers. If he hadn’t, he wasn’t sure if you were either going to throw a punch or fuck each other. 

Dean Winchester is an incredibly infuriating man, and you hated that you found him attractive. It wasn’t lost on you that both of the brothers were hot, like they should be on the cover of a magazine hot, but there was something about Dean that drew you to him more. You didn’t want him to know that, so you hid your attraction for him through your sarcastic demeanor. Eventually, Sam had enough of your bickering that held so much sexual tension that he locked the two of you in the motel room he and Dean were sharing until the two of you could have a civil conversation. 

Sam had left the two of you for a couple of hours. He was half expecting to find the two of you naked in Dean’s bed, but when he unlocked the door, he saw the two of you on separate beds and watching a random movie that was playing on the TV in the room.

In the time that Sam was gone, you guys had bickered and gotten in each other’s faces, but you eventually admitted that it was tiring to keep up the fact that you didn’t exactly hate Dean since the moment you met him and to your surprise, he admitted the same thing. After that, you guys sat on separate beds, finding some common ground between the two of you, and watched whatever was on the TV. 

After that incident, the two of you still argued like a married couple, but there wasn’t any heat behind your words, and it turned into friendly banter between you and the older Winchester. Months went by, and you found yourself as the unofficial third partner to the brothers, accompanying them on the majority of the hunts that they picked up.  

You didn’t know how it happened, but to your utter shock and horror, along the way of becoming friends with Dean Winchester, you developed feelings for him. Of course, you had no idea when you started to feel like this around Dean. Sam was perceptive, caught onto your change in behavior, and had basically interrogated you when he saw you glare at the woman Dean decided to take home that night, trying to ignore the stinging sensation in your chest as he left the bar the three of you were at. 

You had vehemently denied that you felt anything for Dean, but all Sam said in response was a shit-eating grin and gave you a look that said, ‘Yeah, you’re lying, and I know it.’ 

Once Sam had figured out that you liked his brother, he stopped at nothing to leave the two of you alone in hopes that you’d put on your big kid pants and admit your feelings towards him (spoiler alert, you never did). As much as you loved Sam, you honestly wanted to punch him in the face every time he urged you to tell Dean about your feelings. 

You knew that Dean wasn’t a touchy-feely kind of guy, and you definitely knew that he wasn’t one for love or relationships, as evident with the women he picked up at bars after successful hunts. Did your heart clench any time you saw the satisfied smirk on his face the morning after the night out at the bar? You wouldn’t admit it to anyone but yourself, but yeah, it did. 

Now, after a successful hunt, you and the Winchesters found yourselves at the bar across the street from the motel you were staying in. The three of you were at a booth at the corner of the bar, and you had gotten the first round of drinks for each of you. But when Dean volunteered to grab the third round (Sam had gotten the second one), Sam said he was turning in for the night and shot you a sly smile, and you knew exactly what he meant by it. You glared at him briefly before telling him goodnight through gritted teeth (Dean had seen this interaction between you and his brother and was confused by it but brushed it off).

Sam left, and Dean turned to you. “Still want a drink?” He asked. 

You nodded in response, and Dean shot you a small smile before his knuckles knocked on the table, and he made his way toward the bar. A couple of minutes had passed, and Dean wasn’t back from the bar. You looked up from your empty glass to see him being chatted up by a woman dressed to the nines, and clearly, Dean was into her. 

You let out a harsh breath before shaking your head, getting up from the booth, heading to the opposite side of the bar Dean was at, and ordering a vodka soda. You downed in quickly and told the bartender to keep the drinks coming. You didn’t know how many you had until you heard a gruff voice telling the bartender to give you water instead of another drink. You could vaguely recognize Dean’s voice through your drunken haze. 

You turned around in your seat to see Dean right next to you with furrowed brows. “You alright there, kid?” 

Dean hadn’t seen you this drunk before, so he was half concerned but also half amused by the cute pout you had on your face. 

“M’not a kid.” You slurred out, irritated. You hated the nickname that Dean had given you; you weren’t much younger than Dean, you were the same age as Sam. 

“Then why are you pouting like you didn’t get the candy you asked for?” Dean asked, his tone amused. 

You couldn’t help but scowl at him and look around for the woman he was talking to earlier. “Where’s the girl-*hiccup* you were talking to?” You questioned, dazed. 

Dean’s face had scrunched up. “Turns out she plays for the same team.” He muttered lowly, but you managed to hear it through the bar chatter. 

You couldn’t help but burst out in drunken giggles at Dean’s failed attempt to take someone home. Dean looked at you, slightly embarrassed, but couldn’t help but smile at the sound of your laughter. 

“Okay, we should probably get you back to your room.” Dean coaxed you off of the bar stool you were sitting on before paying for the tabs and leading you out of the bar. Dean had tucked you into his side as you walked on wobbly legs across the street to the motel. 

Once you reached your room (which was coincidentally right next to the boys’ room). Dean asked where you had your key. You were leaning into Dean, so his question was spoken into your ear quietly, and it sent a shiver down your spine. 

“M’back pocket.” You mumbled out. 

You didn’t see this as your eyes were closed as you rested your head against his shoulder, but his eyes widened at the realization that he’d have to grab it from your jeans pocket. 

“If you remember this in the morning, please don’t punch me, I swear I wasn’t trying to cop a feel.” He had muttered something else under his breath, but you were too out of it to notice what he said. 

Dean managed to get your room key out of your pocket and unlocked your door. He led the two of you inside, and when you saw your bed, you quickly ripped yourself from Dean’s embrace and fell face-first into bed, uncaring if you were still in jeans. 

Dean chuckled at you, and you looked up at him with a pout. “Are you laughing at me?”  

He shook his head, trying to stifle his amusement. “No, of course not.” 

You squinted suspiciously at him before sitting up and pawing at your combat boots. You were fumbling with the laces until you felt a warm hand cover yours. You looked up and found Dean kneeling on the floor in front of you. You couldn’t help but stare at him as he untied your boots for you and pulled them off of your feet. 

“You’re pretty.” You couldn’t help but blurt out drunkenly. 

Dean laughed, his green eyes sparkling with mirth. “Maybe I should get you drunk often, maybe you’ll compliment me more.” He sent you one of his smug smirks before standing up and heading toward the small kitchenette in your room.

He filled a glass with water before heading to the bathroom. He grabbed some aspirin that was stored in the medicine cabinet (you had no idea that he knew where you stored your painkillers). He came over to the bed with the water and painkillers and set them on the nightstand.

As he was bustling around your room, you had managed to wiggle off your jeans and get underneath the covers of the bed.  You looked at Dean underneath the warm lighting of the lamp that illuminated the room. His freckles were prominent in this lighting, and you couldn’t help but stare at his side profile. 

Dean noticed your intense gaze on him and smirked down at you after setting the water and aspirin on your nightstand. “See something you like?” He gently teased. Dean felt his hand twitch, trying to resist the temptation to brush back the stray hairs on your forehead. 

“Mhm, I like your face.” You smiled in a drunken bliss before your eyes fluttered. “I like you a lot actually.” You said before you felt the pull of sleep tug at your eyes. 

Your eyes shut, and your breathing evened out as you succumbed to sleep, leaving Dean standing in shock next to you. He looked down at your sleeping form before shaking his head. He’d deny the fact he felt his heartbeat quicken at your drunken admission. Dean quickly left your room and entered his shared room with Sam. 

Lucky for him, Sam was sound asleep in his bed, and Dean quickly got ready for bed, trying to ignore the fact you may or may not have shared the same feelings as he did. 

You woke up with a groan. Your head was pounding. You saw through your bleary eyes that there were some painkillers left out with a glass of water right next to them on your nightstand. You sat up as quickly as you could and grabbed the things off the nightstand. You downed some of the water before taking the aspirin and then drinking the rest of the water. 

You put the glass back on the nightstand before crawling back under the covers, wanting to let the ache in your head subside slightly before getting ready for the day. But fate was not on your side because pounding came from your door, making pain shoot through your head, and Dean waltzed into your room with a bag of food and a wide smirk on his face. 

“Rise and shine, kid!” He said enthusiastically. 

You shot up from your spot on the bed and glared at him. “I hate you. And stop calling me kid.” 

“Well, that’s not what you said last night.” Dean smirked knowingly. 

Your heart dropped to your stomach; what the hell did you say last night? “What do you mean?” 

Dean placed the food on the table before leaning on its edge. “Do you not remember what you said last night?” 

You shook your head. “Nope. Last thing I remember was you leading me out of the bar.” 

Dean's smirk faltered. He wasn’t expecting that. “You don’t remember anything at all after that?” 

“No. Why did I say anything important?” 

Dean cleared his throat, trying to seem nonchalant and hide what he was actually feeling. He shook his head. 

“Uh, no. But I got you some grub, we’re gonna head out in 30 so be ready then.” He said stiffly before leaving the room. Not looking at you once before the door closed with a click. 

You stared at the door, confused. That was probably the most awkward Dean had ever been around you. But you shook it off and decided to pack up and eat the breakfast Dean got you. 

You’d figure out what you said to Dean later. 

[ford-between-dimensions]

[Ford walks around the back of the vet and starts climbing the bricks. Once he makes it to the roof, he pulls out his laser gun and switches a dial that lowers its power. He shoots an almost complete circle, using a knife to pry the slab of roof out. He looks down and sees a row of cages with triangles in them. Target spotted]

@prognostictriangle

[fiddlesfords]

Sooooo~ How’s the old man memory doing?~ Do you remember this thing!

*they point at the off white shawl on their shoulders, doing a bit of a twirl for emphasis*

-PT

huh? whuts that? it looks a lil familiar, but i can’t quite put my finger on it.. it looks quite nice, though!

[the-far-bright-center]

It's baffling to me that a certain subset of the SW fandom is willing to accept some of TCW’s most ridiculous story arcs and blatantly OOC characterisations as literal canon, but then pretend that they 'can't believe' that Padme could possibly fall for Anakin in the actual Prequels films.

Really? You can believe that space-godzilla goes on a rampage and destroys a sector of Coruscant, that several of the main characters are kept as slaves by an evil cat-queen, that Obi-Wan fakes his own death (complete with a pretend funeral) and callously traumatises everyone who cares about him in the process, and that Maul somehow survives TPM and is at one point a ROBOTIC SPIDER ...

... but you can't believe that two child prodigies who formed a bond while mutually aiding one another can meet again years later under intensely emotional circumstances during the outbreak of a galactic war and legitimately fall in love with each other and get married?

Really???

[anger-anon]

*a small blue and white love bird flies over to you from around a corner, and then lands on your form*

-PT

(Human or shape?)

*💢 immediately screams when the bird lands on them, eyes wide with terror as their talons rest right above zir uppermost eye. Ve immediately reaches up and swats the thing off, scrambling away from them with panic-induced speed*

Jesus fucking Christ!! How the fuck did a bird get in here?!

[rainbowwwanon]

*slowly a few more heaters appear out of no where, and a heated blanket gently drops down on your form. Eventually the creature doing this takes a misstep and a floorboard creaks*

…….

*As appreciative as they were with the new set of things staving the cold numbness away— really, it felt nice, it was the nicest they've felt in a long while now— they can't help but feel weary of the unknown at the moment. They could hardly see anything past the noise in their vision, so once their head snaps towards the source of the noise, their eyes squint, hoping they'd catch a glimpse of something amidst the multicolored haze.*

..Dsl'h gsviv? R pmld blf'iv srwrmt. Hsld blfihvou.

[estarion]

i had shadowheart negotiating w / arron whilst i pickpocketed him, got all i needed and ran for miles before remembering we left her there :s

[hoboblaidd]

the worst has happened in the Nanna playthrough. the regret prison.

[dxsole]

For Christmas my work friend got me one of those buckets with sand + rocks in them for sifting and she was like "oh I hope it's not too childish! I know you like rocks" and now I get to tell her that this was an amazing experience and I imagined i was an old timey miner and I found a shit ton of rocks in there and I am king of the world

[fracturedodr]

(( Latest Danmachi episode has me realize.

Hestia's rescue plan would still go ahead REGARDLESS of whether Bell has given in to Freya or not. Her side of the plot and his are effectively totally separate from each other - she would have no idea he's given in and had his mind wiped, and he would have no idea a rescue is even being planned (like in the show)

And the whole... charmbreaking thing... would still happen. The city would still remember.

But if I play that BELLS mindwipe, at least, is a permanent thing, then something very interesting happens.

Hestia becomes Bells new Freya. And not in the good way. HESTIA becomes the person that mind-controlled an entire town to think something that isn't true. Because this Bell, at this stage, has already had his will broken and reforged to be dedicated to FREYA. He's already been reset.

Which offers a very fun world to play in, methinks~ ))

[mushroompollution]

Canon Divergence pt 1

Oh, how he wants to lie there forever. Wrapped in Elliot's arms, breathing the smell of his sweat and cologne, nodding off to the rhythm of his heartrate as it calms.

this must be Heaven, Leo thinks.

But as badly as he wants to drift away into the comfort of sleep, the valet forces himself to open his eyes. He's careful and cautious as he slips out from the arms of his lover, though his heart aches with guilt as he does.

Elliot's old speech about his feelings on liars plays through the back of Leo's mind as he redresses quickly and quietly. But he had proposed this forray for a reason. He can't go back now. There may never be another chance.

He tiptoes out of the bedroom with a heavy weight in his chest. Carefully, he heads downstairs to the Duke Nightray's study. The door is locked, of course. But with the temporary use of Jasper's powers he's been granted, he's able to easily bypass the lock.

The study resembles the one back at the mansion, just a bit smaller. Leo swallows down the lump in his throat as he looks around. In theory, he has the entire night to search for any clue, any shred of information about the House of Fianna's or Elliot's Illegal Contract. But he still feels the pressure of time on him. What if the nobleman wakes and wonders where his servant has gone?

Leo bypasses the cabinets and goes straight to the wall sconces, just in case. But of course, it's not that easy this time. The Nightray mansion must have been built around the same time as Lutwidge University, using the same sort of mechanisms. But this townhouse was built some time later. If there was a secret passage, it must be something else.

Something less obvious.

Leo sighs quietly and gets to searching the cabinets. He finds plenty of sensitive information, deeds to the family's properties, including the orphanage. But nothing on Abyss, nothing on the children.

And his stomach starts to sink.

Maybe this was a mistake.

Maybe he was wrong.

Maybe he just betrayed his closest friend's trust for nothing.

Maybe the ghosts were right.

Leo barely catches himself from slamming the cabinet shut in frustration. He has to be quiet. He can't wake Elliot...

His gaze rests on a photograph sitting on the Duke Nightray's desk. A photo of a little blond baby, hoisted into the air by one of his brothers, two others watching in amusement from an ornate sofa. A portrait of happier days, taken by the Duchess when she was well. Back when all three of those brothers were still alive.

Back before Leo came along.

A sour taste burns his tongue.

Remember this is all your fault.

Hesitantly, he reaches for the photo to get a better look, as guilty as it feels. Elliot had been such a cute baby--

But the frame gives surprising resistance when he tries to lift it. Leo gasps softly in surprise.

Instead of lifting, he tilts the frame forward, and his eyes go wide as it gives. There's a click, and then the sound of movement makes Leo spin round to watch as the bookshelf opens up.

hiding behind his own family....

Leo swallows down the thought along with the bile on his tongue and surges forward, into the secret room.

Unlike the one back in the mansion, this chamber is fully furnished, though much less ostentatious than the main study concealing it. A large, impressive, solid desk sits in the middle, matching bookshelves and file cabinets lining the walls.

A collection of printouts, handwritten notes, newspaper clippings, and other articles are pinned to one wall around a map of the country and surrounding region. Leo feels his hair stand on end as he approaches the display. It feels surreal, like a movie set.

Red X's mark Sablier, and a location somewhere in the Tor countryside, near a small town that Leo knew well, once upon a time. A question mark drawn over the neighboring country to the west is crossed out by a similar X. A large circle is drawn around an area in the country to the east, which Leo assumes must be Isla Yura's estate.

the locations of the Sealing Stones--

Leo isn't quite sure how he knows that.

Though he doesn't really know what to make of any of this, at least he knows he's found something. Hands shaking, he quickly grabs his phone to snap some photos of the wall. He can't waste time trying to decipher it now.

The cabinets below the assorment of documents is locked of course, but that means nothing to Leo while he has Jasper's powers. He opens it up, only to be nearly overwhelmed by the things he finds inside. He scans files, reports, and notebooks, key words lighting up all over the place.

Handwritten notes on the Sealing Stones. On the Baskervilles. On the Chain Raven, and the family's failed attempts to form a Contract with it. About Vincent, about Gilbert, about the doors to Abyss that they each came out of.

The desk quickly piles up with the things Leo pulls out, and his stomach sinks. Even for him, this is an impressive amount of reading. Far too much for one evening. Where is he even supposed to begin...?

He opens a drawer on the next filing cabinet, and his heart skips a beat.

It's almost too convenient.

Inside are a number of documents and folders. Studies of Humpty Dumpty and a caselog of its victims and Contractors over the years. And in the next drawer of that same cabinet, a set of tabbed folders, each labeled with the name of a child from the House of Fianna's.

Not just any children.

When Leo had snooped around the office at the orphanage, he had found files on all the present children, as well as those who had aged out in time. But there had been no record whatsoever of any of those who had died during their time at Fianna's.

Instead, those records stare up at him from this locked cabinet in the Duke's personal, hidden study.

And amongst them, one name stands out above them all. A file thicker than any of the others.

Leo's hands tremble as he removes the folder with his own name across the tab.

why...?

He walks over to the desk, collapses into the oversized executive chair as if in a daze, his eyes cast down at that folder.

Why him...?

He forces himself to open the file anyway.

And after all of this. Does he really want to know....?

The first page is a pretty straightforward document, Leo's personal and medical records upon admission into Fianna's. It would be unremarkable, if not for one line:

EYES: See notes¹.

He takes a deep breath, turning to the next page.

The Subject possesses eye color and details which defy medical explanation. Iris color appears to shift between blue and violet, with black rings surrounding the pupil. More interesting are the flecks of gold which appear to drift freely throughout the anterior chamber. When questioned if these flecks interfere with vision, the subject reported seeing "white orbs," "golden lights," and "glitter" since childhood, as well as a "black haze" around the edges of his vision.

Furthermore, the subject also reported hearing unexplainable "whispers" and "voices."

Upon receiving this information, the decision to move the subject to the House of the White Angel despite being older than the usual admittance limit was made by the Great Duke Bernard Nightray himself.

He had always known he was weird.

Now he has medical record of it.

keep going.

Leo's chest feels tight. But still, he forces himself to read on.

The next page includes several eyewitness reports of his mother's final moments, her Chain going berserk in the middle of a crowded town square, killing six before dragging her into the depths of Abyss. Leo had been there, and each report brings her desperate screaming back to his ears.

keep reading.

Reports of his poor behavior at the orphanage, details of his building friendship with Elliot.

Then, finally, he finds it. A detailed summary of that rainy day, including the report he had given. The one the Duke Nightray had dismissed as a nightmare.

Three children had wandered into that crater in the center of the city, where they were attacked by a fearsome Chain. Though Leo found the third, shaken and scared, the monster loomed over them from a nearby cliff. Watching them.

Elliot had drawn his sword and run at the monster. In response, the Chain had pierced straight through his chest with a long, sharp tendril.

Leo's stomach turns.

Not to defend itself.

It was only protecting its master--

That's when he had made that fateful choice to save his friend's life.

No, not save.

Just prolong.

As he reads, he can feel the stares of those ghosts boring into him. Standing over him, drowning him in their shadows.

It's because of what you are.

Following this incident, the decision was made to allow the Subject to remain in the employ of the Nightray house in order to better study the correlation and relationship between Humpty Dumpty and--

"is this trying to say that i'm...."

Leo trails off as he comments to himself, already completely absorbed in the next line of his file.

It's because you are ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓

Those words that had overwhelmed him before come to his mind clearly now.

"Glen Baskerville...?"

"It's about time you finally woke up to the truth."

The valet jumps as a cold voice snaps him out of his reading. He looks up quickly, only to find the entrance, and exit, of the secret room filled by the imposing form of the Duke Nightray himself.

[silentchamp]

[[if I opened up comms would people be interested...

[etdraconis]

( ok but now that I’ve beaten the game I’m like… almost numb lmao. it’s weird that it’s over somehow?? like I spent almost 70+ hrs on this and it doesn’t feel like enough I want more. Guess it’s time to replay the whole series I suppose 😔 )

[palespawn]

sometimes i'll think astarion's not so bad, and then he'll approve of durge deciding to break some innocent tiefling's legs and look at them like this after the fact,