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Prompt 75
After being yelled at on the mountain, Jaskier stumbles and tumbles his way down the perilous path down, all the while being half-blinded by his own tears. He makes it to town and decides to wait. Geralt will realize it was all a mistake and come to find him and apologize. It'll take a few days, but Jaskier can wait. He'll play for some coin, and buy himself something nice to distract himself from the heartbreak. It's been four days. Jaskier has a room at an inn, two beds, in case Geralt doesn't want to sleep in the same bed with him like they used to. Jaskier plays every night. Everyone keeps requesting his songs about Geralt, but he redirects them easily enough. The only problem is he ran out of non-Geralt songs after the second day. Even ones that don't mention him, Jaskier can't bring himself to play, because he knows that he wrote them about Geralt. It's been a week. Jaskier has his room at the same inn. He still plays for coin, but he's been forced to play his songs about Geralt, as nobody wants to hear the same songs for a week straight, so he had to diversify. Jaskier is worried Geralt might've gotten hurt. Hopefully with his witcher healing, he'll be here in no time. It's been two weeks. Jaskier has his room at the inn. He's decided to take a break from playing for a bit, lest he get boring for the crowds. He's begun really exploring the town, and he's even met one of his frequent listeners out in town, got his name - Pietr - And was introduced to his wife as "The song guy". It was nice hearing compliments about his work from them both, even if it did remind him of the nights Geralt would talk in-depth about Jaskier's songcycles with him. He misses those nights. He hopes Geralt heals up from whatever injury he must've gotten and gets here soon so they can continue having those. It's been two months. Jaskier has changed to a one-bed room. Geralt is taking forever, he can deal with sharing a bed with Jaskier when he gets here. Jaskier plays every few nights, he has regular listeners now. He's tried writing new songs, but every time he puts quill to parchment, he starts crying. Really wish he'd stop doing that. It's been four months. Jaskier has changed his room again, now in a room with a single small bed, just for one person. It'd be physically impossible to even attempt sharing it with Geralt, unless they laid on top of each other, and even then, Geralt's feet would poke out. Jaskier can only assume Geralt went after Yennefer before him. As always. Jaskier isn't sure why it came as a surprise when he first figured it out. Or why it still hurt enough to make him bawl into a glass of alcohol. He should've known from the beginning. At least he'll be next, he thinks moments before passing out drunk. It's been six months. Jaskier is beginning to worry Geralt may have died. Surely he would've come by now. Jaskier's head still whips around to look at the door every time it opens. He still peeks into every stable and prays he'll see Roach. He still asks the blacksmith if he's done any work with swords recently. One especially mortifying moment was the time he asked a brothel if they had seen Geralt's description, only for the women to all tut sadly and tell him that if he had to look at brothels to try and find his missing husband, he must've not been good enough for Jaskier to begin with. Jaskier leaves without even clearing up the misconception, because it was still a no. Geralt was still not here.
It's been eight months. Jaskier has the same room, but has begun to dwindle in popularity. At least in the "giving money to" department. He thought he could at least expect Pietr, but he ran into him in the market the other day and Pietr had no idea who he was. Jaskier must really be that forgettable, despite all his attempts his whole life to not be. Jaskier must've just overexaggerated what he meant to someone again. Jaskier has scaled the mountain again, all by himself. Either he finds signs of Geralt, dead or alive, or he dies in some rockslide accident and nobody misses him. He finds no signs of Geralt, however. Not a thing. Geralt left the mountain, that was for sure. Jaskier sat on the very same rock, and cried thinking of the very same coast, but this time he was alone. It's been ten months. Jaskier spends his days and nights either drinking or crying. He's only written one new song, one about someone's love dying before they ever get to tell them how they feel. He's never sung it, though. For a performance or in private. He's stopped playing altogether. He has no idea what to do with the rest of his life. As sad and pitiful and pathetic as he thinks himself when he says it, his life was Geralt. Following him for twenty years, writing songs about him, spreading word about him, making a name for himself as "The White Wolf's bard." It's been a year. Jaskier bought himself a small hovel in the village. He'd been there far too long to keep using the inn. He has a small flower garden. He spends most of his time tending it. Jaskier heard a villager say their penpal's village was recently saved by the White Wolf himself, and Jaskier freezes, standing still and gaping at the two women chatting. They begin to realize Jaskier's eavesdropping and move to talk inside their home. Oh. So Geralt lived. He just truly didn't come for Jaskier. Jaskier throws the last song he wrote for Geralt into the fire. Geralt isn't dead. But Geralt probably wishes Jaskier was. Jaskier stays inside his home long enough for his garden to get overrun with weeds and pests. He only leaves his home when one day, there's incessant knocking on his door. He opens it to find Yennefer. Great. She grabs his arm, summons a portal behind her, and shOVES him in. She sits him down in a chair in a kitchen, comments on how terrible he looks, and then leaves upstairs. After a few moments, Yennefer drags Geralt in, even though Geralt is clearly trying his best not to enter the room. Lovely. As if Jaskier didn't already feel like the bane of Geralt's existence. Yennefer finally sits Geralt down, and explains to them that it was just as she thought. They were bespelled. Geralt has been having lapses of memory and odd sudden urges for about a year now. He'd forget people he spoke to, towns he'd go in, and suddenly go off his routes or paths with intense need to go on a detour he could never talk himself out of. Geralt can hardly listen to her, he's just stuck staring at Jaskier with awe. Jaskier's alive. Jaskier's alive. Ever since the mountain, Geralt has been visiting the towns around the mountain, praying to find his bard again, only for everybody in the towns to not have seen anyone meeting his description. It was only two months in that he combed the entire mountain, both hoping and dreading to find Jaskier's body. He found nothing. No signs of his bard. And with nobody ever seeing him enter the village, it's almost as if he just... disappeared. Yennefer explains that anytime Geralt asked someone of Jaskier, the person would forget everything they knew about him. Any time Geralt almost made contact with Jaskier, his mind would suddenly tug him into a new direction. it seems to have been born into existence the day they had their fight on the mountain. Specifically when Geralt asked for life to take Jaskier off his hands.
#Can you tell i was inspired and in a writey mood?#angst with a happy ending#geraskier#gerlion#the witcher#geralt x jaskier#geralt x dandelion#witcher fanfiction#fanfiction prompts#geralt loves his bard!#writing prompts#requited unrequited love#friends to lovers#first kiss#love confessions#not actually dead#cursed jaskier#cursed geralt#spells#sells and curses#whump the bard#jaskier whump#whump#jaskier angst#geralt angst#angst#heavy angst#HAPPY ENDING#supportive Yennefer#Helpful yennefer
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The rulers of the underworld have an important message about mental health
#hades game#hades 2#artofmoonlightflowerqueen#melinoe hades#zagreus hades#hades supergiant#persephone hades#Idk why i drew this#A sudden rush of inspiration took over me#Because i'm an artist i just can't edit things and call it a meme i HAVE TO draw it#This is so dumb#But like all the dumb things i make it made me giggle so i'm sharing it#Zagreus looks very different every time i draw him and that makes me giggle too#I can't draw spiky anime hair... I just can't... I'm sorry Zagreus babygirl...#Hades is so fun to draw because i get to see what he looks like without his facial hair and it's cursed af every time#Edit: I was told sex sells but my Aphrodote drawing is at 20 notes and this is like at 400#The internet yearns for memes
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Fight Knight is the Spirit of Halloween.
So! A new Spirit Halloween location has opened up in Gotham, and the Batfam has decided to go shopping so they can prepare for Halloween.
Just because it's one of their busiest nights of the year doesn't mean they can't enjoy themselves while patrolling.
So the family walks in about a week before Halloween and spreads out to look for decorations or costumes to wear.
Its a fun trip, they buy their costumes, have a pleasant conversation with the manager about the holiday season, and go back home.
Then they actually put on their costumes and find out that they were either Cursed or Enchanted, because once put them on they are transformed them into the Costumes themselves.
Damien has become a Dog, after putting on a cheap dog costume at the insistence of his brothers. He's not unhappy at least.
Jason has been turned into a Zombie, though he has managed to restrain himself from eating his brother's Brains so far. He claims they look unappetizing.
Tim has been turned into Super Mario. He can't stop speaking in a bad Italian accent and has a huge mustache.
Dick has been turned into a Fairy Tale Princess after putting on the costume as a Joke. He has to admit though, he looks great as a Girl.
Even Bruce wasn't spared, and was turned into a Vampire after putting in some Plastic Teeth.
Taking off the costumes hadn't turned them back, leaving them stuck in their new forms.
Now they are all racing back to that Spirit Halloween to get answers as to what the hell just happened to them.
They hope Mr. Frank Knight has some answers for them.
#Dpxdc#Dp x dc#Dc x dp#Danny Phantom#Dc#Dcu#Fright Knight has a part time job#More like a hobby#He runs a bunch of Spirit Halloweens every year selling cursed objects to unsuspecting customers#The Curses break after Halloween so it's not harm done#The Batfam is not pleased#Wait till they find out that he has branches in multiple other cities#Like Metropolis. And Central City. And Coast City. And Atlantis. The other Heroes were not spared.#The Batfam and other affected are stuck in their new forms for a Week now#At least Dick and Damien are having fun in their new forms#Tim is too embarrassed to go back to work and Jason is mostly just sick of the zombie puns they keep tossing at him#I wonder what costumes the other chose?
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are you guys seeing this shit
#ouoohgh the parallels#like they knew right#they knew from the start these two are just the same guy ideologically speaking#because they ARE the same guy#just one got assigned a talent and the other didnt#and guess what#the guy who got the talent still doesnt think he is talented enough and resents himself#becoming a mouthpiece for the academy's harmful ideology#because its still the only worth he sees in himself#and its also the coping mechanism to him being cursed by god#which is also attributed to his talent!#vs#the guy that literally did sell himself body and soul for the academy#in order to achieve a talent#and the monkey finger curled inwards#and he became a disconnected test subject#that probably wasn't even built to last#and he on top of that was used as a bargaining chip to cause the apocalypse#like isn't that basically the good luck/bad luck cycle?#anyway#he's just like him fr fr#apoca.log#danganronpa#danganposting#sdr2#hajime hinata#nagito komaeda
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oh wyll
(quote from not another d&d podcast)
#wyll ravengard#bg3#bg3 wyll#baldurs gate 3#god i spent so much time on this. i tried some new things and i’m really proud of myself!#the character this is said to in naddpod is 15 and thinking about wyll at 17 selling his actual soul to save his city is just. aaaa#i think i could fix him on god my love we are gonna solve your savior and martyr complex#hearth art#also to be clear in this house we hate mizora#was cursing her name the whole time i was drawing her
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me when i confront etsy sellers for selling my fanfic sometimes...
#never forget...#cutesy little throwback#MY selfishness#also dont mind me threatening ....#they were selling “cardboard covers” they made of my fanfic for like $80+ and it just so happened 2 come w my fic inside.. for free...right#kinda scared they were an etsy witch who cursed me ......lowkey
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#trailer park boys#tpb#tv#series#ricky#julian#drinking#my gifs#540px#10mb#s02e01#That's Julian's drink#Ricky took it#because he has realizes#all he knows how to do is grow and sell dope#He tried something else and failed#and now he's back helping Julian#Growing dope#His gift and curse
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where you go, i go (2)
TEEN!gojo x FEM!reader (soulmate AU)
TW⚠️: angst, toji being toji, reader thinks about killing someone, gojo is in his tweaked out enlightenment era soooooo gojo a little creepy and eerie
Part 2 of what you see, i see
She had been going through the motions for the rest of the day, she hadn't even bothered to stop by her school clubs, until she arrived home. A sickly sweet scent of pastries attacked her senses the second she entered. Her house doubled as a bakery for the first floor. It was a popular hang out place for people her age especially for couples. There was a parade of them this time - cheerful couples were already sharing their coffees and sugary pastries.
The universe was laughing at her. It had to be. Why else would there be so many happy couples in the store right now? It was pointing and laughing hysterically on the ground saying: "That's what you get for ignoring me! That's what you get for resenting my gift to you!" Because that's what a soulmate was, a gift. A rare and wonderful gift that no one believed in, except for those who have experienced it themselves, and she had lost it; lost him.
She almost cried on the spot.
Her mother waved gleefully from behind the register, her daughter seldom returned it as she went up the stairs. She dropped her school bag in her room besides her desk and, face first, flopped on her bed.
She closed her eyes. Nothing, there was nothing.
Her lip quivered as tears began to sting her eyes, but she couldn't cry. Not when her mother was expecting her to change and put on an apron and help as she always did after school. She could silently mourn him tonight.
She let out a shaky breath. Did she even have the right to mourn him? She had never met him or talked to him. Everytime she thought of him recently was only to insult him or dismiss him entirely. No, she did not have the right to mourn him and she deserved to feel empty on the inside.
She put on a clean apron and slugged her way down stairs with a smile as she took over her mother's place at the register. Her mom kissed the top of her head and beamed at her with a thumbs up.
She never understood why so many people hated working retail, but now, she did. She had to force a smile and treat every customer kindly, all the while, she was dying on the inside.
A man had come in. Tall and insanely buff, a scar on his mouth. He ordered the cheapest pastry on the menu and handed her a wadded up yen. Her blood turned cold when their fingers brushed.
Her mother quickly took the money away from her as she gave her a quick command to check on the oven in the back.
She swallowed and listened to her mom. Her steps were quick as she pushed the double doors that led to the kitchen, she hugged herself.
It was him. It had to be him. That was the man who killed Gojo Satoru. She reached for a knife and gripped it tight. She should kill him. Her soulmate was dead and he was the reason why. She should try and avenge him.
Sheshouldsheshouldsheshouldsheshould-
The oven blared next to her. Her head snapped to it as the knife clattered on the ground, and with shaky mitted hands she opened the oven, and took out the fresh pastries.
Those were dangerous thoughts; thoughts she never thought she would ever have against anyone. She took off the oven mitts and looked outside the circle window of the kitchen - he was leaving and her mother was watching him like a hawk, even when the bell rang sharply with a muffin in his mouth as he walked outside with the rest of the crowd. She didn't know what possessed her to run after him, but she did. Maybe, all she wanted to know was why he had killed Gojo Satoru. Maybe, she wanted this man to kill her too, so she wouldn't feel empty inside anymore.
A blur of a conversation as the words tumbled out of her mouth: "Why? Why did you kill Satoru?"
She didn't register anything other than his gruff voice, "Ah, he had a soulmate. If I were you I'd keep that information to yourself from now on." Uninterestedly, he continued, "You wouldn't want the Gojo clan to know about you. No doubt, they'll try to marry you off to another member of the clan." and then, kept walking.
She didn't hear the interest in his voice when he said to himself, "But she would be worth a lot of money if I did take her to them." He would negotiate a price first to see if he was right about her being worth any money. He would worry about that later, right now, he had a star plasma vessel to turn in.
A sharp tug on her arm is all that stopped her from running after him again.
"______! What were you thinking?" her mother gritted out as she led her back into the bakery. Her mother's voice is strict and unwavering, "Go to your room."
And she did.
She tossed the apron on her desk and kicked her school bag. How was she supposed to live like this with the rest of her entire life half-full?
A sob violently escaped her.
This was how everyone else in the world lived, she realized.
Aching and alone.
Desperate and searching.
Wanted and unwanted.
Now, she was just like everyone else like she had always wanted. She supposed, she couldn't complain.
She laid in bed, wrapped herself in a blanket - trying to keep warm, but she doubted, she'd ever feel warm again as she cried herself to sleep.
She dreamt about Satoru. Flashes of a long chain, of red, of purple, of blood, of a crowd clapping, of someone wrapped in a white sheet, of a long dark hallway.
The universe was laughing at her again. Why else would it give her dreams about him?
An uneasiness settled into her bones. Someone was watching her. The grim reaper, no doubt wearing the face of her soulmate's assassin. If death wanted her, so be it.
She kept her eyes closed.
She saw herself sleeping soundly in death's gaze. She saw the time pass through her window changing from sundown to night as death continued to watch her intently.
Hours had passed.
00:57:39
She wondered at what specific time the grim reaper would take her.
1:13:01
Did it want her to open her eyes?
1:13:10
Probably.
1:13:15
The grim reaper has been patiently waiting for her.
1:13:17
Why keep death waiting then?
1:13:20
Her eyes fluttered open.
Beautiful, vibrant cerulean blue.
It was not death. It was -
"Satoru," she whispered.
"______," he whispered back.
Satoru was sitting down on the floor extremely close to her bed with his legs crossed while his hands rested neatly on his ankles. There was dry blood on his face and on his white dress shirt.
Her mouth moved but no sound came.
"You were crying," he said as he caressed her cheek soothing his thumb along the trail of stained lines that her dried tears had left, "alot."
So, he had seen everything.
She put her hand over his and gently rubbed circles.
Satoru scooted closer to her bed, "I didn't like seeing you cry," his hand trailed up to her scalp, "or frown," and gently ran his fingers through her hair.
He laid his head down on her bed and stared at her with those vibrant, sparkling eyes; eyes that could see everything she could never see.
She touched his cheek gently, "I didn't like not feeling you."
Her whole body shivered. Satoru was here, in front of her, and she was still cold.
"Are you still cold?"
She nodded.
Never letting go of her, he kicked off his shoes and climbed under the blanket with her. He wrapped his legs around hers as her arms wrapped under his uniform jacket.
With his hand still tangled in her hair, he said, "Better?"
His heartbeat had returned to her. They were beating in unison again.
"Better," she hummed. "You?" She asked.
His lips pressed softly on her forehead, "Much better." He tugged her in closer into his chest.
She smiled.
She was warm again.
@whatamidoing89 @mr-underhills-things
Part 1: what you see, i see
Part 3: you know i adore you
Part 4: i'm crazier for you
Part 5: baby, you're the life of the party
Part 6: something's made your eyes go cold
#toji stop trying to sell children for money challenge#is okay gojo kills him before he does anything#basically if you were wondering about the gojo clan comment then here is tldr:#seeing as reader is gojos soulmate they assume she can bear another six eyes and limitless curse technique user#or at least have a higher chance of there being another one born sooner rather than later unlike gojo being the first to be born in 400 yrs#so in the gojo clan she would be seen as valuable for that reason and would try to force her to marry someone closely related to satoru#thankfully that doesnt happen cause gojois alive and he busts out the micrsoft paint eraser on toji#if it did geto probably try and stop it from happening out of respect for his bff#gojo satoru#jjk#gojo satoru x reader#teen gojo#gojo x reader#jujustu kaisen#jujutsu gojo#hope you enjoy#gojo has not changed from his bloody clothes#was supposed to give a creepy but a peaceful sort of vibe at the end#But hey!!! they finally meet#part 2#maybe a part 3???#idk#this is no proofread#reader is a bit of crybaby#leave her alone she is trying her best#tumblr ruined the quality of the gojo gif so sad#like his eyes are glowing white instead of blue#thats is not how it looks on my google photos
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#tumblr chilensis#chilean#chile#tumblr chilenito#chile tumblr#i sell content#tumblr content#chilenita#tumblr chileno#chilenx#chileno#valparaiso#viña del mar#pichilemu#el cajon#santiago#temu#rancagua#antofagasta#adult model#morrita linda#onlyfans model#tumblr model#cursed#escritos#cosas que escribo#frases
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Uncle Vlad
So! Vlad Masters, Maddie Walker, and Jack Fenton were a group of friends that studied together at Gotham University. They all studied the Effects of Ectoplasm of the world around them, from how it affected Space-time to how it affected the Flora of the world.
But they had another friend, one who was interested on how Ectoplasm affected Human Beings before they died, rather than after. He was a Med Student, and he wanted to see if there were any Medicinal applications to Ectoplasm.
His name was Thomas Wayne.
Thomas was actually great friends with the Trio, and eventually they became a Quartet. He was just as crazy as them, although he hid it better, and he loved to get into stupid shenanigans with them.
Unfortunately that all came to an end when Vlad got was put in the Hospital by a Lab Accident. He refused to see any of them, but Thomas managed to convince him to let him study how the Ectoplasm was affecting his Body to hopefully find a Cure. He was the most skilled Ecto-Biologist they had after all.
Thomas never managed to find a Cure, but he did manage to maintain his friendship with Vlad, even after Jack and Maddie got married and moved away to Illinois. He felt bad that their friend group fell apart like that, but with all their lives changing it was inevitable. Thomas himself was planning on proposing to his girlfriend Martha soon.
When Vlad moved away to Wisconsin after recovering from his Accident, he stayed in contact with Thomas as thanks for all the help he gave in trying to find a Cure. Unlike Jack and Maddie who moved away without even trying to say goodbye, Thomas stuck around and stayed his friend.
He even became the Godfather to his son, Bruce. He later got a Letter from Jack and Maddie naming him the Godfather of their own son, Daniel, but he didn't really care as much. Bruce was an adorable little boy, and incredibly intelligent, he got that from his Father obviously.
Or course, then That Day happened. Thomas and his wife were Shot by a mugger and poor Bruce was left without his parents. Vlad tried to take him in, but was rejected on the grounds that he was still "Too frail to get out of his House".
He stayed in Contact with Bruce, but it became harder as time went on. From both the revelation that Daniel Fenton was a Halfa like him, and the fact that Bruce was traveling so much, he didn't have much of a chance to contact him. He needed to split his attention, and Daniel took a lot more than expected.
He hoped Bruce would stay a good kid, Daniel gave him too many headaches already.
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A few years later, Bruce Wayne became the Batman.
#Dpxdc#Dp x dc#Dcxdp#Dc x dp#Danny Phantom#Dc#Dcu#Vlad Masters is Bruce Wayne's Godfather#Thomas Wayne was friends with Vlad Masters#The reason Vlad couldn't take on Bruce was because of the Wayne Enterprises Board#They thought he would manipulate Bruce into selling his Stocks in WE giving Vlad a majority share#So they payed off the courts#Vlad knows this and will wait for his chance to get revenge at a later date#One that will not inconvenience Bruce#Like after those guys retire#Or after they die#Both are viable options#Danny and Bruce know about eachother#But only as the Other Godson of Vlad#Bruce only knows that Danny is the son of his Dad's old friends#And Danny only knows that Bruce is the son of his Parents old friend#They will meet one day in the future#Vlad fully lost contact with Bruce when he was 16 because he adopted Dan#Years later he regains Contact and figures out that Bruce became a Vigilante while he wasn't looking#What was it with his Godson's tendency to become Vigilantes?!#Was it a curse?!
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Would tartar be team bread, rice or pasta?
Welcome to the Bread Bank
We sell bread, we sell loafs
Bread on deck, bread on the floor
TOASTED
ROASTED-
#splatoon#splatoon 2#octo expansion#commander tartar#responding to stuff :o]#my art :o]#i'm shitposting :o]#Tartar on Team Bread 🍞🎉 let's goooo!#now I imagine Kamabo Co. selling canned bread or something cursed like that lmao#[btw I got a lot of messages sent to my inbox and I haven't had the energy or time to properly respond to any of them 🙏 sorry about that!]#silly goofy ahhh doodle I whipped up before the splatfest ends
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OUAT Week 2024 Day 6 - What If
When Emma and Snow fall through the portal into the EF, they find a community of people who escaped the Curse by traveling to another realm to return only after the Curse was cast and everyone in the EF at the time was ripped away. They hid their plan from Snow and David to ensure Regina wouldn't find a way to foil it. In her anger and the grief of having to confront the life she lost, Snow doesn't realize Cora has been watching them and manipulating Emma into doing exactly what she wants. Having come from Wonderland in search of a way to cross over to Storybrooke and find Regina, Cora follows them through the portal unobstructed.
#once upon a time#ouat#ouatweek2024#snow white#emma swan#cora mills#au#my gif#day 6#this was all for the sake of avoiding the unfortunate implication that cora could just... dodge the curse like that#i know she's pretty powerful but that's just ridiculous#and then i got caught up in the angst of snow realizing there was actually a workaround but no one told her bc she was the main#target of the curse and people refused to sacrifice their chance at escape in order to help her#i mean would it really be so unreasonable to believe that people would be terrified of the curse to the point of screwing others over#if anything it should have helped sell the idea of the curse
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#what in hell is bad#But before I can talk abt this game... My wbh MC! 😁👍 Lee Keon. Goes with he/she pronouns.#<- this game devastated me. I was bored and it came into my life irrevocably changing me. It invoked a curse on me sjwkwkdkf#rizdoodads#<- The pronouns errors in the game really helped sell the transgender MC experience actually love that#Anyway this game.... Ouuuu this game. CRYING. IT'S LIKE. I say it's good. It's not even THAT good... It's buggy and grindey...#But it's got me logging on daily... Which I never do. Probably bc the tasks are so easy to accomplish + it's an idle tower defense game.#And it's decent enough writing that I get to grip the story by the collar and shake it wildly while I try to piece everything apart KSJDKF#LIKE THIS SHOULD NOT BE TAKEN AS SERIOUSLY. POINTS TO MY PRIV THREAD ANALYSIS. WHAT IS SHE ON ABOUT⁉️‼️#Anyway prepare for so much art of these guys crying#Don't look this fucking game up btw KAHALSJFK#whb mc#whb sitri#whb
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