#so you have to go along with the dialogue

[yuurei20]

Hello! There are several instances in the eng version where Cater is secretly quite harsh about people he's supposedly close to (like this one time in twisted halloween where Lilia said he understood that it can feel safer to not get too attached to people and Cater thinks to himself ''what a load of gibberish, Lilia could never understand'' - or something along those lines).

From what I understand, the japanese version often uses mean and disrespectful expressions that get softened in english. Is Cater even harsher in japanese or are the translations of his lines faithful to his character?

Thank you for your time! Have a nice day

Hello hello! Thank you for this question! 🔸

Cater is maybe the most rewritten character on EN Twst, and that is not even including the EN interpretation of his slang--the largest changes to his character have been catalogued here!

He also seems to be always putting on an act in order to not get too close to anyone, literally likening himself to a circus performer, so it is rare to hear his true opinions.

In the five years since the game was released it is possible that we have really only ever seen two examples of Cater's mask slipping: his ceremonial robes vignette and Halloween (year one).

(Note: the fan translations below are just more literal versions of Cater's original dialogue.)

Literal Cater: ......this is rough. I seriously could not care any less about stuff like orientation......

EN Cater: I'm beat. Orientation is so boring.

EN's version of this dialogue has maybe been stripped of some nuance.

「どうでもいい」 is a fairly harsh dismissal of a thing, saying that you do not care one way or another about it. And his use of とか means his careless dismissal is not limited to orientation but there is more he is not saying aloud that he also could not care less about.

EN's version of Cater's Halloween struggles seems accurate! Though maybe a little was lost from his final thought:

Literal Cater: (He could never understand my meaningless, hopeless feelings.)

EN Cater: (There's no way he could ever understand how helpless I feel.)

Cater's original line is a little harsher about his own feelings: he describes his own emotions as trivial/meaningless/pointless, as though no matter what his feelings are on the matter, it's not going to change anything.

And I think that might be all! Cater is one of the more polite characters on the cast (more here ->) and outside of his one, unspoken thought about Lilia lying to him about understanding his situation, I don't think we've seen him express disparaging thoughts about anyone specifically? Maybe! :>

[r3db3ans]

Would it be funny if :

-If you were a survivor of an apocalypse world -That for some reason you managed to land in an empty convenience store, where free food was available -But eventually you heard people arguing. So you end up going into hiding. -One way or another, zombies are appearing.

-The shouting gets closer before two skeletons arrive and squeeze themselves in your hiding place. -Which means they squeeze you along the way.

-You don't say anything, until one of them notices you, and you can see the confusion in their expressions once they notice you, before they yell at each other even more afterwards.

-The argument ends up attracting more zombies ruining the hiding spot, and the two skeletons run for their lives, with the fact that you're getting “picked up for 'meat' shield in case zombies want to eat their 'magic'” for some reason.

I don't know what kind of dialogue they might have throughout, but after the apocalyptic idea of @llamagoddessofficial (sorry for mention you, but your idea was such genius and all) I ended up drawing this, before deciding (after weeks) to add all the lines I could think of at this time.

I really like the apocalyptic stuff and battle royal stuff, so I was way too excited while drawing :')

[mysoulspiralbound]

Finished STP recently and have been having thoughts

The LQ gvies a dialogue option along the lines of "I wish this didn't have to happen to you. I would take your place, if I could" and the Princess going "alright, bet." I'm imagining this as an alternate ending to the shifting mound fight.

Enter, The Heroine:

The narrator starts his "you are on a path in the woods speech" before promptly freaking out because that is not the Long Quiet, the nascent god he made, nor is this the princess. Instead she's something else entirely. She is not death, nor does she contain it in her multitudes. This is the embodiment of change, it's the Long Quiet who deals in stagnation. Quickly adapting, the narrator changes his script from Hero to Heroine and hopes the rest can play out according to his plan, even if the split very clearly went wrong somehow, this is probably better, right? It makes sense that death would be a part of nothing, right? (he's a very stressed out echo right now).

It gets worse when they reach the cabin and the pristine blade is not on the table. The steal claw does belong to the Long Quiet, even if they. can't quite remember why it feels so right to keep it in their grasp. Especially since this form is so much weaker.

The Prince has been chained down here for as long as he can remember. He doesn't want to end the world, but if prompted the idea does feel familiar. He thinks he knows he's killed a God before. Power feels as natural to him as helplessness. It's the lack of choices that's getting to him. The voices in his head are not exactly helping him plea his case to the Heroine. Each time she finds him again, she's different, stronger than before. The concept of eternity does not scare him as badly as it did the shifting mound, but he does fear the unknown, what lies beyond the vail.

[neurospiczzzziee]

Thank you!!!!!!!!!💞🥹💞 I kept cackling while drawing this🤣. I think it's really funny Stolas' height difference with the other coworkers. He's so fucking tall, it's insane🤣. Because of that I had to have these fun moments of only seeing a glimpse of him and him contorting himself to be a part of the convo.

This MAN, IS SO FUCKING TALL. IT'S INSANE!!! I WAS LIKE HOW DOES THIS MAN FIT IN ANY ROOM????

I also love the interaction afterwards of Blitzø and him. He immediately went for validation and giggling from Blitzø's compliment. 🥹

I had so much fun drawing Blitzø, in his stupid lizard form. His reaction to Stolas dabbing is my favorite 🥹. He's so desperately in love with him and in a way shocked that Stolas is going along with his bit.

This feels so weird I'm just complementing myself 🙃. I just really love my silly little guys and their silly little faces 🥹. It feels nice when something I pictured in my head is able to be portrayed 😊.

This is my first time also writing dialogue for them too. I hope I captured their energy. I don't really write fanfic or write at all. Drawing/Art ✍🏻has always been my form of expression, so I'm always a bit nervous writing dialogue.

Honestly if anyone wants to colab with me I'm down. As long as I like the idea, I tend to do well drawing it. No pressure btw 🤣.

Once again thanks friend, for your compliment 🥰. I always appreciate likes, reblogs and tagged comments. They help fuel my little art dopamine brain with energy, especially since I don't have any IRL friends into Helluva really.

Day 3: Office/Work

So this is my first time making a comic for Helluva boss. I made it in a day and man, is my arm tired.

I got the idea from my sister. Earlier this week I sprained my shoulder from a fall and my sister told me I couldn't dab anymore. Then she told me to make Stolitz art of them dabbing for me 😂. So in my attempt to make that work with Stolitz week, I decided to make this comic.

This is also my first time ever drawing Moxxie and Millie. I had a lot of fun with Moxxie's different expressions.

Hope y'all enjoy 🥰. I have been really appreciating your guys comments and tags in your reblogs lately. It gives me art fuel 😤.

[gnomeantics]

hate it when computers work normally and perfectly. its not right. girl where is your specific ritual which only the owner knows

[cto10121]

Book Fiyero: *immediately recognizes Elphaba and stations himself at the backdoor to prevent her from evading him, stalks her halfway across town to her aerie (even though at that point in time she was only a college friend he hadn’t seen in five years), insists on seeing her again, instinctively goes to comfort her when she first cries, gets sucked into increasingly deep and fraught conversations with her about collateral damage and freedom fighter terrorism, calls her the “most individual, the most separate, the most real” DURING AN ARGUMENT, says he adores Elphaba’s looks IN THAT SAME ARGUMENT, doesn’t understand Elphaba’s “being born with a talent or an inclination for goodness is the aberration” comment because (implied) he sincerely believes Elphaba isn’t evil, changes his mind about the plight of the Animals all by himself but doesn’t mention it to Elphaba because he is afraid she would distance himself from him, buys scarves for both his wife and Elphaba even though only Elphaba likes scarves, is so concerned for Elphaba and her dangerous Lurlinemas Eve mission that he stalks her instead of staying at his club or just leaving town altogether, and is so worried about her that he returns to the aerie just to see her*

Also Book Fiyero: Am I in love with Elphaba?

[budugaapologist]

still dont see how so many people say that dawntrail is poorly written in comparison to other expansions like. what, did you realize you had to learn about a new culture and immediately not care anymore lmao? you've done it before, was this one not white enough for you?

genuinely i think more people should do side quests during msq so idk you can form a heart about the characters you're interacting with if you struggle with that and understand the land better so when impactful shit happens your illiterate ass can actually read and have empathy. theres no excuse for this.

if you can't handle storybuilding and character introductions from the expansion that feels like stormblood and shadowbringers had passionate gay sex that got one of them pregnant and birthed a beautiful daughter they both love and care about then idk what to tell you, maybe youre just lame and can't read. best of luck with that.

[feroluce]

For reasons to be expanded upon at a later date (because I love the little bits about Boothill and possible paranoia/betrayal canon gives us so very dearly HNGH) I think Boothill like... He won't let himself fall into disrepair or anything of course, but he reeeeeeeeeeally does not like letting other people poke around at his body. It's a necessary evil to him. He does whatever maintenance and repairs he can himself. He started out with a massive knowledge deficit, simply because he didn't really have any exposure to that kind of technology until he left Aeragan-Epharshal, but he's taught himself a lot since then, he worked really hard at it!

Anyway, the point being, Boothill generally isn't super trusting of people.

But I think he would come to make an exception for Himeko, since he trusts Dan Heng a lot, and Himeko is one of Dan Heng's once-in-a-lifetime dearly beloved companions.

Himeko is so unflappable, I don't think she would even bat an eye about anything he throws at her, either. Like she enters the Parlor Car one morning (she's always the first one up) and Boothill is already there, waiting for her.

"Mornin', Madam Navigator."

"Good morning, Mr. Boothill."

And despite the fact that he blatantly broke into the Express (Pom-Pom is NOT happy about this JDKSAJDSKL), Boothill tips his hat, greets her politely, and is nothing but respectful when he says he has a favor to ask of her. Except it won't stay a favor long, of course- he has every intention of paying it back.

Himeko never agrees to things blindly, but she does bring up that all the knowledge Boothill contributed during the Charmony Festival was essential to preventing the universe from being pulled into Ena's Dream. And they were able to hold onto the Jade Abacus because Boothill used Tiernan's burial relic to summon the Galaxy Rangers instead. The Astral Express owes him a debt of gratitude, and besides, he's a friend of Dan Heng's. Of course she'll try to help him.

Boothill fidgets a bit, quickly brushes off the thanks, and tells Himeko he's having a problem with error codes. He keeps getting the same one, seemingly at random times, but the darn thing has no obvious cause. Dan Heng mentioned Himeko had been the one to rebuild the Astral Express. He knows it ain't the same, but it's not like he's askin' for any major repairs or nothin'. He was wonderin' if she could just take a look, maybe offer him some insight, since she seems to be somethin' of a mechanical wonder.

So Himeko walks him back to a another car, where she goes to tinker with machines without them crowding her bedroom. It's all neatly laid out and organized, and it only takes a second for Himeko to locate some specific device with a long cord. Instead of plugging it in herself, she holds the end of it out to him, like an offer rather than a demand, and Boothill visibly relaxes a bit. He still eyes it just a little warily for a second, but he accepts and plugs it into the port on his side.

Himeko pulls up the list of all recent errors, and they really are all the same. Boothill has had multiple temperature alarms over the past couple of weeks since the Charmony Festival, and they know it's not the environment, because Penacony is mostly dreamscape and kept mild year-round. The long-forgotten natural deserts are too far away.

Boothill is staring from the corner of his one good eye, so Himeko turns the hologram to let him see what she's doing easier. They don't appear to be false alarms. His internal temperature spikes and then slowly lowers again, high enough that if it lasted it would eventually cause damage.

One option is for her to start rooting through personal data, figuring out what he was doing at the time of each code, and tracing cause and correlation.

Instead, Himeko reads out the timestamps, and asks Boothill if he minds sharing what was happening around him when it occured.

Two weeks ago: He and Dan Heng went to explore Dreamflux Reef and found a bar- nice place, good atmosphere. Woman runnin’ it was a doll. Boothill left fer not even two minutes to get them drinks (Dan Heng knows like nothin’ about liquor, Madam Navigator, can you believe this guy) and when he came back, someone had already stolen his seat and was hittin’ on Dan Heng! Dan Heng didn't even care, just shooed ‘em off. Boothill laughed and said not to let him get in his way if he wanted to meet someone. Dan Heng looked at him like he'd grown a second head. Why would he want to leave with someone else, when he came here to be with Boothill?

Twelve days ago: While laying low- er, just rustlin’ up some grub- in the Moment of Blue, Boothill passed Dan Heng with March and Caelus playin’ on the beach, buildin’ sandcastles and the like. When he passed by again almost two hours later, they were still out there, with Dan Heng pullin’ March through the water on her inner tube and Caelus hangin’ off the back of it. He swam so fast! You'd think he was part water snake or somethin’. He looked happier ‘n a cat in a sunbeam… He has a nice smile, doesn't he?

Eleven days ago: Boothill was killin’ time in Dreamflux Reef when he turned the corner down a shady alley and saw Dan Heng, surrounded by three men demandin’ “protection money.” None of ‘em stood a chance, they were all on the ground before Boothill even blinked! So cool! Boothill wants to see that spear of his closeup- Anyway, Dan Heng stepped on one of ‘em on his way out, hahaha! Boothill stepped on the same guy a second time as he hurried to catch up.

Eight days ago: Here on the Express, actually. Boothill had mentioned bein’ curious about the archives, and Dan Heng personally invited him.

(“I remember that day, I saw you in the hall.” “Was there any problem with the heating that day?” “No, none. I don't think the temperature has anything to do with these error codes. I have a different theory, keep going.” “If ya say so.”)

Boothill was fascinated by an entry on aeons, and from a single question he asked about Lan, the two of ‘em ended up talkin’ fer hours. About aeons and Paths and Emanators, Acheron and Self-Annihilators, the Sea of Nihility, Tiernan, the Nameless and the Galaxy Rangers, their burial relics and their customs. Dan Heng finally just started writin’ and editin’ the entries in real time, with Boothill pointin’ things out and tellin’ him what to add in. They were at it so late that Boothill ended up sleepin' on a couch in one of the cars.

He'd figured there had to be something to make Dan Heng chatty- he'd caught just a glimpse of it that first night they met, sittin’ at the bar in the Reverie together. He'll have to ask about the archives more often, if it gets him all revved up like that.

One week ago: After that night of energetic discussion, Dan Heng was apparently hyped up, because after he'd downed some of Himeko's coffee (“You had some too, right? What did you think of it?” “It was great, even better'n chewin’ bullets!” "Thank you! That was my newest brew, I can't wait for everyone else to try it.") he actually asked Boothill to go hunting with him. Boothill asked who their target was, and was surprised when Dan Heng pulled out photos that looked like they were from March's camera, of all things, instead of a bounty or wanted poster.

And as he sat there, studying these pictures, Dan Heng explained that he wanted to hunt down these specific memory zone memes to record them into the archives. Planets with so much memoria are a rarity, especially with the Stellaron's activity thrown into the mix, which has surely affected the local “wildlife.” He might not get another opportunity like this for a long time. And Boothill had talked last night about his extensive expertise in tracking and hunting, so he should have plenty to offer here, Dan Heng would like to learn from his experience and see how he does things!

And oh, Madam Navigator, by the time Dan Heng was done speakin', his eyes were practically sparklin'! Just lit up like the sun! Boothill could scarcely believe it! The two of them couldn't even wait another day, they set out that very morning. It had been a long, long while since Boothill had tracked someone- er, somethin’- without the intent to capture or kill. It was…actually really nice. Nostalgic, but in a good way. It might even have been his favorite day on Penacony…so…far…

Boothill trails off as a couple of realizations crash into him. All the temperature alarms he's spoken about thus far- they've all happened in the company of Dan Heng. And now that he's thinking about it, he's pretty sure even the ones he hasn't yet talked about were with him, too. Dan Heng has been responsible for all of his error codes, every. single. one.

The screen in front of Himeko suddenly refreshes to the top of the list, displaying a new notification for the current time. Alert! Core temperature above normal range.

Himeko's knowing smile is sly as a snake.

Wwwwwelp, would ya look at the time, Boothill has some errands to meet, people to run, y’know how it is, he should really get goin'-

“Oh, Mr. Boothill? About that favor.” And Boothill jolts to a stop in the doorway because fudge, he can't just leave without hearing her out. He'd given his word. He has no problem running out on someone he thinks deserves it, but Himeko really had been kind to him to try and help him out. Her voice is just as knowing as her smile, Boothill can't turn around to look at her, or else he knows he won't be able to disguise the sound of his cooling fans kicking on.

“Don't make Dan Heng wait too long, ok~?”

“Y-Yes, ma'am.”

[alexjcrowley]

Guys do not fucking lie to me is Agatha All Along a good show or does it only have lesbians

[lunarharp]

"Found out" set in kind of a made-up chapter where the girls are in trouble, or something.

[danielnelsen]

well that's just a lie

[triglycercule]

i think it would be funny for the option choices in something gay to either be Bad or Very Bad

player FINALLY got the affection level with horror to like 60 points and there's a scene where horror's actually trying to be civil with killer maybe he's changing out of the RAGGEDY jacket he had on before and asking killer for his opinion

the option choices are either A) tell him he looks cute ✨✨✨ (-70 affection points 💀) or B) STAB YOURSELF IN THE SOUL (-20 affection points, -100 sanity)

there are no other choices

[heartbeatbookclub]

FINALLY

[good-beanswrites]

We were doing a roleplay thread of OoA. Mikoto (well, John) follows Kotoko to Mahiru's cell, and they tear the place apart.

Good thing Mappi wasn't around, but that's got to be a terrible thing to return to...

(Prompt?)

Mmm that's such an interesting thought -- the attack taking place in the room of the one person unaffected. The survivors guilt is Insane smh -_- I tried to lean into Mappi's voice and mindset for this, I'm not sure how it'll read but I'm super satisfied with the character study it gave me!

Every good housewife knows that a tidy home is a happy home. She knows how to take care of a tiny amount of clutter, since something as small as that can ruin the atmosphere. She knows how to approach larger disorganization before it causes distraction and agitation. The thing they don’t teach housewives, however, is how to handle a living space that has been wholly spattered with blood. At least, they hadn’t in any of the online articles that Mahiru had read. 

The woman hovered in the entryway to her cell, her hands brought up by her chest in an attempt to make herself as small as possible. The others had informed her that the day’s fight ended up in her cell, but she’d only been grateful she was away when it happened. It hadn’t even crossed her mind that the room may not be suitable to sleep in.

The door clicked behind her, locking her in for the night.

Furniture and possessions lay scattered across the floor. Her pillow and sheets had been flung about. She wouldn’t mind returning them to the bed if they were just kicked around the ground, but even in the dim light (her favorite lamp now lay in glass shards) she could see that they each held dark splotches of blood. The color was streaked across the floor, clinging to the back wall as well. 

Maybe nobody had thought to warn her about the state of the cell since there weren’t any huge puddles of the stuff, or because the lamp was really the only thing that had been broken. Mahiru told herself that they were probably too absorbed in the victims’ physical conditions to give it a second thought. It didn’t help the hurt rising in her chest – they could have said something. It would have taken two seconds to think about her and mention it. She could have at least brought a bucket and a sponge inside before curfew…

She bit down hard on her quivering bottom lip, scolding herself for feeling such self pity.

How dare she be anything but joyful that she made it out of today alive. So what, she had a little blood in her cell? It was better than that being her blood spilled somewhere. How dare she not be spending every moment in reverent gratefulness that the others made it out of today alive. Maybe it’d be rough to stay in the cell until morning, but at least she was guaranteed to make it through the night.

Fuuta and Amane’s faces flashed in her mind. She drew in a shaky breath. There had been nothing in her online articles about a situation like that.

But moping around never helped any household. The door was locked, so there was no chance of anyone coming back to cause any more mess. Though she couldn’t do anything directly for Fuuta or Amane, she could start drawing up a list of gifts and favors and favorite meals she could cook. It would be silly for her to cry now, with things going so well.

She should be happy. She should be happy. She should be happy.

And so she was. Mahiru used a scarf as a makeshift broom to sweep up the glass – every good housewife knows that safety comes first! She hummed a favorite tune as she collected the other objects around the room. The song wavered only once, though it returned with full force. She sang the cheery chorus with passion as she found one of her earrings had been crushed underfoot. It would make a fun DIY fix in the next few weeks – she always did love crafts! 

Once everything was straightened out, she moved to her closet. It was looking more bare after her verdict, but there were still plenty of things to choose from for what she had in mind. She picked out her thickest of clothes and laid them on the floor in a colorful, comfy arrangement – it would be the cutest little campout! In fact, if she pinned up her throw blanket in just the right way, it reminded her of younger years making pillow forts and having sleepovers. A little change in scenery can go a long way. She’d read that on a travel blog once, though she’d never truly believed it until now. 

She adjusted the blanket with a smile. As she curled up on a particularly soft sweater, she commended herself on the ingenuity. She’d gotten the room under control in less than an hour. If she could take on a project like this, just think of how happy a home she could run someday. 

Indeed, the space was downright adorable inside. One would never even know things had gotten so bad, she thought. One would never even know there was blood on the walls, just outside.

[corioliseffect]

new curse dropped: having fic ideas but i refuse to write rpf/don't think i even could

[hauntingblue]

Castlevania is interesting but tell my why we get three episodes of internal conflict in the dracula castle (good) while the main characters are on a library and do fuck all. Well they have three scenes of relationship building that are supposed to mean something when they come out but they are so little and superficial imo