#respawn mention

[heliosoll]

I received some comments on an old post about respawning so once again I'd like to explain my stance on it.

I support respawning. I don't care if you want to respawn, literally go ahead. I have a guide in my pinned on how to respawn and a post about the difference between respawning and permashifting if you'd like to try it. There are also other resources out there, just be careful about misinformation.

However, and I believe this is where the confusion starts, I don't support suicide. At all. Please understand how upsetting it is to get asks and comments from people detailing their trauma and how they want to kill themselves. It's not fun. I will not help someone commit. I'm not going to be part of that and if someone tells me they want to, then yes, I will try to dissuade them and give them alternatives.

Respawning does not equal suicide. You can respawn without committing. You can completely forget this reality without committing. You can completely detach your consciousness from this reality without committing. Everything you want to do, you can do without committing.

And again, you can also completely change your life and make it better. This blog is about manifesting and shifting, of course I'm going to tell people they can change things. You can literally respawn and then script/intend that your previous life is 100% better. There's a "solution" for every problem you could think of. Suicide is not necessary to respawn and I'm never going to tell people that they should do it.

Listen, my life wasn't perfect before I got into shifting and manifesting. I won't say exactly what, but I've been through things and I did consider respawning through death for a very long time. I'm telling you now that it's not worth it. Every single reason you have has an alternative solution that doesn't involve hurting yourself. And please, don't come at me with the "painless death" thing - emotional pain counts too. People consider suicide because they think it's the quickest thing that will get them out. They don't consider that every other "method" is also quick and instant. It's not necessary, I will never tell people how to do it, and I'd appreciate it if people stopped telling very emotionally distraught people that they need to commit to have a better life. I don't know how you think that helps more, but it doesn't.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Respawn and Relive

@thenightwolf51 who tagged me in this months ago, but I didn't know enough about Respawn to write something. I didn't forget! I just still haven't found much on him, so sorry if I get his character wrong.

They don't give him a name.

It's one of the first things he notices they do to dehumanize him. It's not like they see clones as humans- he's just a science experiment meant to keep the legacy of the League of Assassins alive, even at the cost of his life.

He is just there to be trained to follow commands, and if needed, he is spare parts for the Real Son. He is made from part of the same DNA as the Real Son, but that hardly matters to what should be his mother, as she does not feel anything for his biological father and thus feels nothing for the being created from the two DNAs.

He is the clone created by Slade Wilson- alias Deathstroke- and Talia al Ghul. She may not had a hand in his creation, as that was done by her father, but she had no issues using him.

Torment him. Rip him apart and put it back together just to see what happens.

She looks at him with the same gaze she would a sword. Valuating his worth by how well he can do in training, how healthy his organs are, and how he should be nothing but a loyal dog.

But he isn't. Not really.

If this was all he knew, maybe he would be the weapon they wanted, but he knows more. Remembers more. Yes, he doesn't have all his memories, but he has flashes- glimpses- of the life he had before the Leauge.

They would disapprove of the memories, which makes them all the more precious.

He can still clearly remember his mother- his real mother- a brilliant mind, his father's warm, solid hugs, and his sister's gentle eyes. He can recall his home's layout even if he can not remember the street or how far it was from his school. He can identify his two best friends' faces even if their names slip through his fingers like falling sand.

He also remembers his first name and the initials of his last.

Danny F.

He thinks he died before, waking up as the clone. He remembers standing inside a metallic cave- or a large hole in a machine?- and being electrocuted. He remembers the screams, the flashes of light, the pain, and even a glimpse of his best friends' horrified faces but not much else.

The next clear memory is looking in a mirror to see white hair and green eyes. The same combination he now sports as the Leguage's weapon and spare organ farm.

The memories after that are filled with harsh training, even more, brutal torture, and the reintegration that should his half-brother ever need them, he would give up his organs for the Real Son.

He is, after all, Damian Wayne's gift. He was created to harvest his super healing for the boy's body parts. Danny thinks he hates him, but he's not sure he can remember what hate is supposed to feel like.

He does remember what love is supposed to feel like.

Sometimes, when all he can do is lay in his cell, body aching as they test his healing factor beyond its limits- they cut off his left arm once, just to watch the tissue slowly regrow- he lets himself drown in his old memories, in the few dream-like sequences.

Some make sense, others don't. For some, he's a black-haired blue-eyed boy, and for others, he has white hair and green eyes.

Danny is sitting in class, eagerly taking notes on a topic he has been having trouble with-

-He's playing fetch with a small green dog, throwing snowballs into the air, flying after the excited creature-

-Danny is playing video games with a goth girl and a nerdy boy, laughing so hard he can't see the buttons on the control correctly-

-He's flaying alongside his sister, aiming his outstretched arm at a figure in the sky, shooting a green ray at the same time she does down below in her mechanical armor-

-Danny is helping his mother mix the dough for the cookies. He is swaying his hips to the song she has on the speaker. She's in her teal jumpsuit, having come up from the lab to do mother/son cookies as they do every Thanksgiving-

-He's testing the latest blaster with his father. They wanted to see if the auto-aiming feature was interfering with his flying. He flickers the white bangs out of his eyes as his father cheers from the roof while he takes aim-

Yes, Danny knows what love is supposed to feel like, even if he can't remember all the details, even if his full name evades him. He will escape the Leauage of Assiagins and find that feeling again.

Maybe he'll track down his biological father. Deathstroke does not know a clone was created by him, so maybe he will be willing to take him in.

It takes months, but eventually, they tell him Damian Wayne needs a kidney. Why? They don't say, but Talia knows her Beloved will donate his own, and she won't stand for it. She orders him to fulfill his duty as guards drag him to the operation table.

He grits his teeth as they strap him down and prep for surgery. Thankfully, they don't apply any anesthetics- they don't deem him worthy of a painless operation- so he has a clear head for escape.

The surgery has a thirty-window opening with no guards around. He waits until they are about to begin when he taps into the powers his memories tell him. He makes his limbs intangible, slipping through the restraints with great effort.

The medics only have a few seconds to be shocked before he is upon them. They lay in a pool of blood- not dead. His chest flares up in pain if he kills, so he tries to avoid it as much as his environment allows- as he flies through the walls. He has been planning here, so he knows what to do. Turning invisible, he passes under a helicopter scheduled for a month supply run.

By doing so, he does not appear on any radars using the large cargo as camouflage. Danny drops into the ocean as the alarms go off on that wrenched island, allowing his whole body to turn tangible. This way, the water does not slow him down as he flies deeper and deeper down, praying that they won't be able to track him the further he goes. When he gets to the part where everything is too dark to see- he picks a direction from where he came and hits top speed.

Traveling three hundred miles an hour, Danny escapes the League of Assians with all his organs intact, so take that Damian Wayne.

He has no real destination in mind but maybe, he can find the little town of his memories or maybe he'll find Deathstroke.

Maybe he will discover what the F. in his name stands for.

For now, he'll work under the name Respawn because that's a name he picked out for himself, and he'll do what he wants. He's no one's tool any longer.

(Miles away Tim Drake squints at the small dot darting from Nanda Parbat on his spying map. He's not sure what kind of misle Ra's just shot, but it's traveling fast, and he feels like he needs to phone this in.

"Hey B, we may have an issue." )

[feyinvestigations]

Quick Question for Respawn fans-- does this little dude have a name? Or even like. A fanname? Is there a group consensus or is it sort of a "name him yourself" thing?

[pinacoladamatata]

Man like. I really hope the theories about 'redeeming Solas' ending being to die/mirror his friend wisdom where he dies but will eventually get respawned as a 'new' him, aren't true. Because ngl that's. A very unappealing ending imo. Like that isn't worth the 10 year wait at all.

[cer-rata]

Fic WIP: "Miniboss"

Talia dabs gently at her eyelids to remove the day's cosmetics. The nights she spent in her youth recklessly falling asleep with a face full of makeup are distant echoes. She has reached a point in her life where the consequences of failing to manage her affairs, even the small ones, weigh heavier than they used to. As one grows, so too does the burden of mortality. It isn't that she doesn't understand her father's desire to transcend those limits, but he taught her through bleak experience what the cost of rejecting one's humanity is. So she chooses to mitigate them though self-care instead.

She finishes cleaning her face and goes to recline on her chaise, intending to sacrifice an hour of sleep to remind herself of the joys of fiction, and the value in dreaming through the perspective of another.

Then comes the voice at her door.

“Mistress Talia! The Lantern is here." They sigh. "…Again.”

Talia groans. She doesn't regret giving the boy her blessing, she is fond of him, and he seems to be just as devoted to her son as he was when he'd been considering killing her. She just…did not expect to see him so often. She spends time with him far more than Damian these days, often without warning, often with questions about history or language or strategy. Damian was also a frequent topic, but that goes without saying. She enjoys the attention, frankly. It has been a long time since she felt valued in that way. She wishes that she could share a similar dynamic with her son, but he doesn't owe her that, and she has neither the desire nor the right to demand it. There's the unspoken hope that Conrad may put in a good word for her, bring Damian with him on a visit perhaps, but she dares not speak that either. She knows that she stands on a lattice of glass and that one unwisely weighed step could lead to ruin.

All that being said, she still does not appreciate him appearing at this late hour. She fixes her robe to ensure modesty, before instructing the orderly to direct him to her chambers.

She feels him before he reaches her door. Since his return from beyond the stars, he's exerted a certain pressure, as if his body can no longer contain his power without it overflowing. It could have been intimidating if he wasn't so goofy still.

So the first thing Talia notices upon seeing him is his his distinct lack of goofiness. His gait is purposeful and businesslike. It is nothing like the vaguely bouncy, idiosyncratically rhythmed, youthful stride that he falls into when he is excited to see her. His face is neutrally pleasant, but the mask still obscures his eyes. He's even hiding his hands behind his back. He's withholding access to his his feelings. He wants her caught off guard for some reason. Her lips tighten.

“Conrad.”

He inclines his head.

“Beloved Mother-in-law.”

Talia rolls her eyes at his cheeky smirk. “I keep telling you, 'Ms. Talia' is fine, 'Lady Talia' is fine, 'Mother Talia' as well…though I do feel that one ages me some. Nevermind, strike that.”

He snorts. “I'm manifesting the future that I want to see.”

“Uh-huh. Well, if you do not have a truly gripping explanation as to why you've come unannounced at midnight, you may be unable to see any future at all.” She allows herself a smirk to match his.

His smile does sour some at that, but she can tell it has nothing to do with her facetious threat.

"It's not midnight in Gotham, to be fair."

"Ah, so I'm the only one sacrificing my leisure hours. Go on then, your gripping excuse?"

He sighs, and she can tell by the way his shoulders shift that he's fidgeting with his hands.

“Gripping might be an understatement. Or too…neutral. I've come across some evidence that a child was artificially created using a mixture of yours and Slade Wilson's DNA.”

He says it so casually that it takes her a moment to fully grasp his words. “...What? How? When?”

“Supposedly about fourteen years ago. He claims that your father created him to use to…harvest organs from and to torture, basically. Has the scars to prove it. A lot of them. Says that he watched Damian from the shadows as he grew.”

Talia shook her head. ��Wh…that's…that doesn't make any sense on even the practical level–sorry, ‘he claims?’ The child is alive?”

“Very alive.” His ring glows and constructs a three-dimensional bust of a teenage boy, with stark white hair, tan skin…and her eyes. Her lips.

“Oh my god.”

“Sounds just like Damian, too.”

Talia stands, putting her at a height with Conrad. She looks into his lenses, and he graciously dismisses them so she can see his eyes. They're a little red.

“I've never…I have no knowledge of this. I…what is his name?”

“Respawn.”

“...Pardon?”

“Ra’s didn't name him apparently, so he picked a one he liked.”

Talia grimaces. “...Like I was saying, that doesn't sound right, not from a practicality standpoint for one thing. Growing replacement organs is incredibly easy, there's no reason to create a person just to…my father was not a good man, especially at the end, but that's a level of sadism that I can't see him reaching. Even in his madness the suffering he caused had purpose other than base cruelty. There was always some kind of tangible dividend. “

Conrad nods. “That's what Bruce and I thought too. Respawn is under the impression you were complicit, but he's not sure. Like, I believe you but…there is a complication.”

“What?”

“I looked through his memories of despair and agony. There were…many of them.” His lips tremble and he looks away, taking a moment to regain his composure. Talia thinks she's going to be sick. “Um, sorry. So I looked for evidence of psychic intrusion, chemical alteration, history of the use of substances that could have have made him pliable to suggestion. Nothing. The memories are clear and…and visceral, and correspond to his scars that cover his body. His healing factor wouldn't let him die. Or pass out.”

Talia’s brow knits as she tries to make sense of this information. “So if you can verify the authenticity of his claims, why are you suspicious of the claim and not of me?”

He crosses his arms. “All I know for sure is that he believes his memories and his memories seem real, that his brain wasn't altered. That doesn't mean it happened how he thinks it did. I need a list of doctors your father employed over the past fifteen years.”

“You intend to find people who can corroborate his story.”

“And bring them to justice for their participation.”

Talia holds her chin and thinks for a moment. “I assume Slade is unaware?”

“As far as any of us know.”

Talia grabs her phone from her table and starts pulling up the requested information, forwarding it to Conrad and Bruce when she gets it.

“Alright, you have your list. Is…” She closes her eyes and takes a breath. “Is Damian alright?”

“No.” He replies honestly. She can hear the bitterness on the back of his tongue.

“Right. I'd very much like to meet this, ‘Respawn, and explain to him that I would never have had a hand in this…evil, and that I'm willing to do everything in my power to assist him with–"

Conrad places a gentle hand on her bicep. She can feel the waves of power flowing over his skin. They're roiling, but she knows he's not powered by anger, so he must be charged with... despair? A paternalistic desire to protect? That was the dangerous one for him to pull from, the one that allowed for concerning levels of violence.

“I know, Talia. I know. Um. Let me see what Bruce and Damian want to do and circle back, okay? I'll put in a good word for you, with the kid too. He's...fairly easy to convince if you're kind of him. Which makes everything worse, I think.”

Talia cups his cheek. “Thank you…my…” She sighs. “...Prospective Son-in-law. What…what is your plan if the culprit is not my father, and still lives?”

Conrad looks into her her eyes for a moment before shrugging. "I dunno, I'm kind of a 'crime of passion' guy usually."

[damian-al-ghul-wayne]

abracadabra

*a copy of yourself with same personality and looks appears besides you*

now u have a twin for the day

Oh.

I already have one of these.

But I suppose another will be fine.

[lonewolfinthetardis]

My experience reading Respawn of the Dead

So I decided to read a classic piece of TF2 fan fiction, Respawn of the Dead. It has glowing reviews and it seemed like an interesting idea for a fan fiction, albeit one I've read countless times. I enjoyed the first few chapters, until I came upon something that stayed with me the entire time I read the fic. The characterisation of the mercs.

Spoilers below the line

Yes I know that this fic was published only two years after the game came out, therefore we knew basically nothing about the backstories of our beloved mercenaries. But the way these characters were written rubbed me the wrong way. These were not the lovable characters that I've come to know and love (the exception being Pyro). These were characters that I had trouble visualising in my head, I could not see them as the beloved mercenaries of Team Fortress 2 (except Pyro again, and sometimes Heavy).

The author of course went down the route of "Medic and Heavy are German and Russian, let's make them an ex-nazi and a communist!", which is something that has me fuming. Of all the possible backstories for those two, the author had to choose that?! I honestly thought it was a joke at first, but nope, that was the backstories they chose for those two much loved characters.

Don't get me started on Soldier! This man is a raging homophobe and xenophobe (the fic's words, not mine). This fan fiction is also the only time I've read Soldier using racial slurs about Demo. There's other issues with Soldier, but I don't have time for that.

Other issues I found with this fic were the constant outdated terms, derogatory names, racisms, and homophobia. While I understand that this fan fiction was set in the 1960's, and those terms were common then, doesn't mean that readers had to go in without knowing what they were in for. Which brings me to my next point!

The tagging, or the non-existant tagging. This fic contains extremely confronting imagery, scenes, and language. You'd think that there would be at least some tags right? Wrong. The only tag is the Heavy/Medic ship tag. No warning of gore, violence, major character death, or implied non-con. No warnings about the racial slurs, bigotry, or just general tags telling the reader what the fic is about.

I genuinely don't know why no-one else has brought up the horrible mischaracterisation in this fic before (yes I know it's 15 years old), and I don't get why so many are praising how well it's written?! There are no paragraph breaks telling you where one scene ends and another begins, which left me confused until I came across context clues.

All in all, this fan fiction left me fuming. I understand not getting the characterisation right due to how new the game was, but a little imagination would've been nice.

The only good thing about this fic was Pyro. They were a lovely character, and I thoroughly enjoyed reading about them. It was definitely a refreshing part of the reading journey.

Respawn of the Dead had an interesting idea, but was executed poorly in some places. While some may love this part of TF2 fan fiction history, I will gladly leave it in my "never read again pile".

[alg1905]

2 Demons 1 Angel Ch4 Abigail: The Forgotten Past

Abigail

I knew both of their voices. The silly mask covering Damian’s eyes hid nothing from me. I just didn’t say anything about it yet because there were more important things to talk about. His rhythm thumped fast. His looks are similar to Daniel, but I am sure they are complete opposites. The large man next to him, I also knew. Hamia. I knew that this was my hamia. It was so long ago.

Damian asked, “What are you two talking about?” He was looking back and forth at me and Jason.

Jason was still staring at me.

I bit my lip. “It was a long time ago. I was a kid.  I was tortured by… him.”

Damian narrowed his eyes. “Who?”

I hesitated. I was looking at the floor biting my lip, I remembered what Daniel said to me. Damian cared about him.  He did right in Damian’s eyes. He treated Damian differently than us. I could never care about him, the one who caused so much pain.  The one who took… them.

Jason spoke for me “Your grandfather.”

I slowly nodded.  Damian looked utterly annoyed, but he was hiding his confusion well, I could still tell.  I mean I have been studying that face for the better part of my life. 

Damian’s voice turned cold.  “Explain.”

I took a deep breath. “The… the old man took me away and he hurt me … for a long time. At some point Jason found me chained next to the pit.” My voice trembled.

“You were probably three or four.  This was the time when I stayed with the league.  For years I didn’t remember much about my past, so Talia made me her personal babysitter for you Damian.”  This part sounded familiar to Damian as he was nodding to Jason. “You were about seven when my memory started to fully come back, I couldn’t leave as I was bound to serve Talia.  Once I had my memory back, I noticed Ras going down to the pits nearly every night, about every third night he would bring water.  After six months of this I decided to investigate. I waited and followed him down, hiding behind a bolder. What I saw … there are no words.” He said looking at me. “After Ras went back up, I went to get a closer look.  I saw you battered, scared, branded, and when you heard me-“

I cut him off “I thought it was him again. Before that night, I thought me and him were the only things that existed.  I knew nothing else. Then …” my voice trailed off; Jason picked back up.

“You were terrified, and I tried to calm you down.  I asked your name, and you hesitated and said ‘child’.” 

I flinched at the name. No at the brand, I was given that still haunts me till this day. Damian noticed but didn’t say anything, though I am sure he will ask later.  Damian’s face appeared to be stone, but I saw the tells.  ‘His left hand tensed around the table because of rage, the slight quivering of his lip not wanting to believe one thing out of our mouths’. He hid them well, but not enough for me not to notice. His rhythm pounding faster, as if he should be running.

Jason continued, “I knew she couldn’t live without a name, something to call her own. I thought and gave you the name Abigail. I told you my name was Jason, and I wasn’t there to hurt you. You were so scared. I quickly undid your chains and picked you up, I couldn’t… leave you there. When we came up, alarms went off and I tried to get you out of there. There were assassins on our tail, and they hit me with something.”

“Metal stars.” I whispered. “Many hit you, you were still running. Finally, he came and stabbed you before we could escape. There were others trapping us, he was… about to kill you when a woman came to us with a kid trailing behind.  She told him no, that she would decide your punishment.” Hot tears rushed down my face, “I thought he still took you and killed you. I don’t remember anything after that other than pain.”

They were both staring at me, Damian was visibly showing his shock. “I am going to check on Daniel”. I said, walking into the other room.  I had told them the first part of my story, I needed to breathe before I brought up anything else.

[cybers-multiverse-mansion]

Tw ; Gore, blood, violence(?) and torture, possibly.

Goretober day 4, Gut Spill

It was quiet, the brunette gripped his sword tightly. He hid behind a corner, the person hunting him called his name.

His body shook slightly, they were going to kill him if they found him.

"Wilheellmmm, where are you? You can't hide forever, you know I have a stronger nose than normal people." Their voice echoes throughout the small village. The fog was thick today and the grass was wet, the smell of wet dirt filled the air.

Suddenly there's a hand pulling him out of his hiding place, it startled him. A wicked smile plastered on the others face.

"Found you." They held a dagger to Wilhelm's throat, demanding that he toss his weapons aside. Wilhelm did as he was told because by the gods he was terrified.

"Good, you're obedient. You always have been." They said, slightly pressing the cold metal of the dagger into Wilhelm's throat. It wasn't enough to cause bleeding or major damage.

"Laurence please, you don't- you don't have to do all this. It- it was an accident!!" Wilhelm begged, he was afraid of Laurence. He always has been.

Laurence kicked Wilhelm's knees, making him kneel. He tipped his chin up with the dagger.

"We both know that it wasn't an accident and you deserve worse than death, and I'm willing to deliver your punishment." Laurence said, pulling Wilhelm by his hair to a secluded area. Wilhelm tried to escape their grasp but it was no use.

Laurence tossed Wilhelm against a tree, getting their sword from their inventory and pinning the other to it with the blade.

Wilhelm Held his breath as the sword was plunged into his chest, it hurt so much but he knew he wouldn't escape this.

"I want you to know I'm really sorry Laurence. I really didn't mean to kill him- but he- Laurence he wasn't himself! He attacked me!" Wilhelm tried to explain, but Laurence wasn't having it.

"Shut up!!!" Laurence shouted, pointing the dagger at him. "Y'know Wilhelm. I've always fucking hated you. You've always made things worse for Christian and I, I wish you would have died sooner. He shouldn't have fucking saved you!!" He steps closer, the dagger getting dangerously close to Wilhelm's face.

There were a few beats of silence as Laurence thought of what to do with him. It came to him quickly though.

"I know what I'm going to do with you." He says, lowering the dagger to Wilhelm's stomach. He saw the panic in the others eyes. "You're going to die a slow and painful death, and I hope to never see you again." He said, beginning to cut Wilhelm open, just enough for him to take his organs out.

Wilhelm screamed in terror, Wilhelm felt sick. He tried to get Laurence away from him but the other just stabbed his thigh with the dagger, causing another scream.

Shit, he's losing hearts, he's losing hearts quickly. It was making him feel sicker.

"I already removed your bed from our house. Have fun at respawn." Laurence stands, pulling his sword from Wilhelm's chest. He turns on his heel and leaves.

Wilhelm watched his intestines pour out of him, Laurence only took the smaller parts to let bigger ones fall out.

He was starting to feel light headed, seeing this much blood and all of his insides just- fall out and pool under him made him feel horrible mentally.

He probably looked really pathetic right now. Everything went dark and quiet for about an hour.

Then Respawn.

[lafoget]

post @upswings made me remember about this last year edit 😅

i'm still pretty sure that samian would have reacted to the news about his new “brother” somehow like this lol

[givenscribbles]

Just played the UltraKill demo and uh

Wow

is this what it feels like to be a darksouls fan?

[phoenixcatch7]

Okay this WILL BE SPOILERS. For totk.

THE GREAT PLATEAU IS CURSED I DONT LIKE IT ToT.

Made it here fine! Easy cruising altitude got the map landed no problem. Minimal enemies. There's a YIGA camped in MY MFING SHRINE OF RESURRECTION. It's all overgrown, that's fine ig, but the YIGA?? Get tf. Out.

Go see the temple, a new message from hylia! Very ominous, but yes ma'am! Off we go to free her from the water under the stone gate. Which gate? Well my first thought was the main blocked off entrance that's now a pond. But let's get a shrine first.

Shrine?? Hello???!

So not only is each original shiekah shrine now a pit to tartarus, there's only one new shrine tucked in the back end of the plateau where a goblin camp used to be. Fine! I'll just run everywhere on foot with my +1 stamina, shall I??

No! It's time for a wtf to hunt you down! The air will turn red with racing clouds, the sky is dark, music is playing backwards, I'm launching myself up the nearest tree and it still isn't fast enough. This is literally the fifth or sixth time I've encountered these, at least two directly ending in my death. They don't even get a question mark from the camera unlike any other miasma monster (for example the depth enemies). I've filled them with bomb arrows and it's made a fraction of a dent in one of them. Hateful hydra eye arm things. They're FAST and TALL. It's like the spindly flesh monster from oot but a hundred times worse. They nearly managed to reach me in the tallest tree!

They eventually leave - whatever triggers their disappearance I truly cannot tell - and grab the dark shards they leave. Okay! Cool! Unappreciated! I go into the pit by the lake, it is VERY SCARY, I get some light roots and reveal a whole civilisation! Giant zelda statues point to an enormous building in the shadows, I pluck up my courage and go over. ???? It's a poe eater statue. Enormous. Full bodied. Stretching down below the bridge I'm on. It's got six sunken eyes and they're all looking at me. I'm absolutely begging this thing not to move, I'm literally inching closer. This isn't a zonai carving at all, this isn't even a zonai room. They've dug into the rock, they DISCOVERED it.

It says the same thing.

I'm terrified. I'm beginning to think that whatever talked to me through the hylia statue, in the temple of time, with her voice and her light, isn't hylia.

Still, I've come too far to back out. I don't think denying this thing is wise.

Up I go! Run all the way from the shrine, off the edge, detour to find a new type of cave goblin or two, blow up the blocked entrance to the plateau. Through the carvings I can make out sort of a face? Hope it's hylia!

It. It isn't. It's the six eyed triangle face that eats souls :). Tells me to go back to the temple. I run onto the plateau (!!! Botw me would be so excited), get ambushed by four black armoured Bokoblins in a row, see 'hylia'. It tells me to bring its body in the depths stones from the four ex shrine pits 'for a reward'.

Nintendo.

What did you do?

[konakoro]

Yeah, we all know the exes respawn after their defeat, but my favorite little detail was that they specifically respawn on the couch at their mom's place.

Imagining the likes of Lucas and Todd and fucking Gideon just waking up on a couch in a basement and their mom's are like "what the fuck is going on how did you get here" and have to explain that they got their ass handed to them by some Canadian twink

[anechomirrored]

Prompt:     "It's not too late, let's go."

Fandom: Team Fortress 2

Rating: T

Warnings: mentions death, angst/comfort

Scout sat breathing hard just outside the respawn. His back was pressed against the unforgiving concrete wall and his hands pressed into the grit on the floor, his legs stretched out before him.

It was never easy.

Dying.

Sure you didn't die for real or anything. Whether you'd taken a shotgun to the chest or gone down in a rain of bullets the world went black and a quick blink later you were stepping out of respawn as good as new .

That knowledge didn't make it any easier, though.

Well, maybe a little but after a particularly bloody end, Scout still found his mind reeling just as much as it had the first match they'd run.

This last one had been bad.

His limbs stil twitched with phantom pain that his newly reknitted muscles remembered.

He closed his eyes, focusing on the texture under his palms in an attempt to pull himself back together before the end of the round.

On the other side of the wall the chamber hummed to life, heralding another of his teammates.

"Shit." Scout recognized the voice as Sniper's.

The other man stumbled out of the respawn room rifle slung over his shoulder and pinching the bridge of his nose, eyes screwed shut behind his glasses.

Scout made to stand but found himself drawing his legs in closer to him instead, resting a hand on his knee in a way that he hoped looked casual.

Opening his eyes, Sniper finally noticed he wasn't alone in the hallway.

"We really pissed 'em off last match, eh?" He adjusted his shades and turned to face Scout more fully.

Scout made an effort to laugh but it sounded hollow even in his own ears. Sniper quirked a brow.

"You alright, mate?" He asked hand coming to rest at his side.

"Oh, yeah! Yeah, just...catching my breath..." Scout chuckled weakly.

Sniper gave him a dubious look.

"That was terrible, even for you," Stepping forward He held out a hand. "Come on, up ya get."

Scout eyed the offered hand before taking it and pulling himself to his feet. A hand found his shoulder steadying him and he focused on that in favour of how foreign his own legs felt right now.

"Last one was bad, huh?" Sniper's voice was a bit quieter.

Scout looked up to see the other's consern.

"Yeah, it was." He said, the words shaking a bit at the end.

He rarely talked to Sniper. The guy usually kept to himself on and off the field. He was friendly enough but to say Scout knew anything about Sniper would be a lie.

That said, the way he was looking at Scout right now?

Even Scout could tell that question hadn't been Sniper just being polite. The pinch of his eyebrows said he knew.

That thought was comforting in an odd way. It left him feeling more grounded than he had a moment ago.

It also made him realize that he was staring. With an embarassed huff he looked away.

"Ah, it's nothing I can't walk off, ya know. Just hope it don't cost us the match." He tried for a confident smile and was happy to find it feeling almost natural.

Sniper returned it with a wry smirk of his his own. He looked down the hallway and then back at Scout.

"It's not too late. Let's go." He stepped back, letting go of Scout's shoulder as he did.

"Give me a minute to find a perch and I'll cover ya."

Watching Sniper walk away, Scout nodded.

"Alright, sure! Uh, thanks." He picked up his bat and gave it a test swing.

Dying was still hard, but at least he wasn't alone.

[noctiispiri]

is it just me but i can't play in/see 2fort the same way after watching emesis blue

what could be an average 8 hours on 2fort suddenly feels eerie and weird. everytime i go to a certain area my mind just flashes to a scene tied to it, its insane

probably just brainrot taking over again

[sargetblu]

What do you appreciate of one of the members of the enemy team?

I think the enemy Demo’s improvement in the field is worth pointing out!

He is shaping up to be a worthy opponent!