#via dialogue

[xxplastic-cubexx]

[right to left]

finally finished This Wip from Ever ago and so now i ask you ever look into another dudes eyes and suddenly want to do whatever he wants

[katabay]

THERE AIN'T NO ATLAS, KID. NEVER WAS.

if you peel him back far enough, there's nothing but a pile of theater masks

like, it's really fun how fontaine starts spiralling out the closer jack gets to him in the final arc of the game and returns to appropriating the image of family (the fake family in the beginning, the flawed father position later) to try and appeal to jack in some way but it's like. buddy. baby. you already took off your mask. anything you try and put on after this is going to come across as cheap and desperate. the magic is gone! and personally? I'm hooting and hollering

⭐ places I’m at! bsky / pixiv / pillowfort /cohost / cara.app / insta

[mewniemoon]

They're kinda simular doncha think?

uncut

[celestialrealms]

What if someday, 8 million years into the future, they finally let MC make a pact with Barbatos (+ Diavolo/Mephisto... NB you can't be teasing a Diavolo pact and then just not following through 😒😒) and there's a scene where he calls them this again:

[hotcinnamonsunset]

x files socks ft my favorite bit of frequent dialogue because the below screenshot simply would’ve been too long👽

[applecranberryjuice]

Something something it's a metaphor. Hair as a form of communication but also as passage of time and also as a way for letting people in and also as a detail etc etc you get it

Actual explanation in the tags btw

I'm really nervous about this comic actually, is not the best. It doesn't make sense, and the art is mid, but I put love in it and I think that's enough

[wtscallop]

one nothing wrong with me two nothing wrong with me three nothing wrong with me four nothing wrong w

[bwobgames]

A party!

[pythoria]

i keep thinking about that line after you ascend astarion, when you pass that check to reveal he thinks you're degrading yourself if you continue to be with him. something about it seemed a little off to me, at least considering how ppl were saying it's because he sees you as beneath him, and it ties a little bit into some more general facts about his ascension. namely, that he didn't really get any powers out of it, and any powers seem to still be theoretical or projected into the future. he seems... excited about those prospective powers, but i can't help but notice an undercurrent of desperation. after all, why did 7000 people die for him if he can't even do the cool stuff like summoning wolves or walking on ceilings? sure, he can walk in the sun, but the worm already did that so there's no immediate difference. he can turn into mist, create spawn and has a more powerful bite, but isn't it all a little... underwhelming? imo after the ascension he's right back to posturing to hide his insecurities, which is why he says stuff about ruling the world (and i'm not saying he couldn't, but he definitely doesn't have that power immediately after his ascension).

i don't think the ascension is satisfying for him, i don't think he feels powerful (enough), and i think the reason he thinks you're degrading yourself isn't because you're beneath him, but because he thinks, deep down, that you're *better* than him. after all, you can't degrade yourself if you're already lowly. to degrade yourself, one has to have a height from which to fall. i think he sees you, either good and pure as tav or empowered by bhaal as durge and feels intimidated, either by your powers or by your inherent goodness. idk how people can look at ascended astarion and see a confident vampire lord, because all i see is someone whose worst nightmares came true and he doesn't even have the privilege of waking up.

[ruthlesslistener]

Had a dream that Hollow Knight got adapted to be a live action puppet show displayed at a mall- it got kind of adapted to be more child-friendly via giving the npcs more comedic dialogue and adding in a couple more living vessel characters for spice (one from Greenpath, one from the Queen's Gardens), and Ghost was kind of roughly built in that they were a very boxy-looking handpuppet with what appeared to be a 6-pack (which I thiink were chitin plates?), but Hollow's puppet was 7 feet tall and made of wicker + bound fabric strips and was GORGEOUS. They kind of did a split episode preformance thing where Ghost's plight and Hollow's backstory were played in alternating 10-15 minute scenes on an open stage, and all the Vessel's thoughts/dialogue were done by body language or other characters saying what they were feeling for them. Rlly cool and I wish I wasn't rudely awakened for work so that I could see more of it

[greasy-night-rat]

[Complement from a regular person]

[Complement from Carmen]

[tommarvoloriddlesdiary]

i want to get a bunch of people together and do a fic-train or something similar in the tomarry and harrymort fandom where someone starts a fic and then passes it along, etc, until we reach a final person who concludes it - almost like fanfiction telephone?

[majorpepperidge]

skelly @ zagreus: can't remember stuff? write it down idiot lmao skelly @ melinoe: omggg noooo you're fine if you can't remember, you've got it all written down you're doing amazing kiddo

[cursezoroark]

bandanna

[deiaiko]

#19.3 Unravel

It had been some time since Agni felt this nervous. Not even talking with Jinsung Ha recently had made him feel like this. He fiddled with the mask on his hand as he waited for Grace to come back. He had thought hard on how to deliver the news, but he knew that no matter how he phrased it, Grace would be upset. Velt nuzzled under his palm and Agni gave her a few pats, before deciding that she would be better inside her bowl in his lighthouse, just in case the shinsu acted up around Grace after he received the news.

Grace came back wearing the comfiest shirt and shorts Agni knew Grace liked to wear on lazy days. He joined him on the floor, and they ate dinner together. Agni always finished last, so while waiting for him to finish his meal, Grace told him about his day with Bam. Grace was intrigued by how much his way of thinking had changed, and how glad he was to be able to be by Bam's side when he was having a bad day. It reminded Agni of the hidden floor, when Grace faced his sworn enemy.

They left the used bowls on the coffee table and went to brush their teeth. Afterwards, they turned off the light and went upstairs to sit on their bed. Grace's curious gaze never left him, and Agni curled his feet nervously.

Grace was the one who broke the silence. "So…what is it?"

Agni's breath hitched. This was the part he dreaded most. "I talked with the crocodile earlier. Did you know that he could manipulate stone already?"

"Huh." Grace needed a few seconds to let the information sink in. "Didn't Rak learn it on the Hell train? How does he know it?"

"Turns out our crocodile also traveled back to the past like us. He found the young crocodile and taught him."

"What?!" Grace gasped, wide eyed. "That means our Rak is–!!"

"He's dead." Agni quickly snuffed out that hope. They had been in delusion for long enough; it was time that they faced the bitter truth. "He suffered a fatal injury from the explosion. He couldn't have lasted long without proper help." Agni omitted the actual cause for Rak's death, but still kept his words true. "I'm sorry."

"…Oh." Grace looked lost, just like Agni was. His lips parted a little, but they closed before any sound escaped.

Agni gently squeezed Grace's hand, encouraging and comforting as he let the silence stretch on, giving Grace some time to process the information.

"Agni…" Grace whispered, "do you think Hatz and Isu…?"

Agni bit his lip and avoided his gaze, as the nightmare of that day replayed in his mind. He witnessed Hatz get his arm ripped off when trying to protect him. He could still recall the clang of a sword hitting the floor, and Hatz's suppressed scream that gnawed deep at his guilt. He witnessed Isu get beheaded after being taken hostage, the memory of warm blood painting them both still vivid like it happened yesterday. 

Agni refused to acknowledge their possible deaths, because it felt like a nightmare that one day he could hopefully wake up from. He avoided the topic when Grace brought it up, so he wouldn't have to say it aloud and make it real. He had been so hard on himself, because he couldn't get rid of the feeling that he had failed Grace and everyone else involved.

Agni knew this had to change if he wanted to live better, now that they had gotten a second chance. So he swallowed down the lump in his throat that had built up over the years and asked mostly to himself; "What are the odds of their survival?"

"There's always a chance–"

"Grace." Agni looked him straight in the eye. "They were already severely injured before the explosion hit."

Grace fell silent and went still.

Agni felt a pang of guilt upon witnessing Grace's reaction. "Sorry. I didn't mean to snap." Agni fiddled with his hands. He realized that he didn't know how much Grace knew of what happened. "My scar���do you know how I got it?"

"I…was told it was from the family heads' battle." Grace looked thoughtful. Agni knew he was trying to be careful with his words. "A stray attack?"

"It could have been worse." The memory of the scorching heat on his skin felt like it had only happened yesterday. He passed out right when he was about to heal Isu, and only found out later that he also lost sweetfish at that time. The days he spent recovering from the burn, to withstand the excruciating pain every second he was conscious, and finally coming to terms that it'd be a permanent scar, was one of the turning points that had changed him forever. Were Grace not there to care for him, he might have ended up destroying himself even more.

Agni hadn't realized he had his left hand clawing on his cheek until Grace pried his hand off and frowned, "You're doing it again."

"Maybe I should wear the mask…" Agni muttered to himself. After all, Grace gave it to him less so he could hide the scar but more to prevent him from unconsciously hurting himself. The only time he could safely take it off was when Grace was around.

Agni bit his lip nervously when Grace didn't reply. He no longer had the courage to look Grace in the eye that spoke so much concern, so he leaned close and rested his head on Grace's chest. "Rak, Isu, Hatz and Hwaryun were trying to get me out of that damned place. But we were caught while escaping, and…it was a bloodbath. I was…too occupied to react to the incoming heat. Rak shielded us from the explosion. And when I woke up…"

"They weren’t with you," Grace finished it for him after Agni trailed off a moment too long.

Agni nodded dazedly, "I've been telling myself that they're still alive, after a blow that could kill rankers. But…who am I kidding? I was lucky enough to survive with just this little–" Agni vaguely pointed to himself– "inconvenience."

Agni felt a hand gripping his arm, and he pulled away to see Grace looking at him with a pained expression. His eyes were glossy and his lips were pulled into a thin line. Trusting his instinct, Agni reached out to gently trace and cup Grace's cheek with his free hand.

"I'm sorry," Agni muttered. "I'm sorry, for not telling you sooner."

Agni silently witnessed tears that streamed down on his love's face. It was a bitter sight that Agni wished he'd never have to see again, that he had tried to avoid for so long by not telling him. He pulled Grace in and held him close to his chest, as if Agni was trying to gather his own crumbled heart back together.

Grace mumbled their late best friends' names as he held onto him tighter, shaking from each breath he took between sniffles.

Agni felt his own eyes sting with unshed tears. He remembered the years he spent climbing the tower together with his old team. Despite their banter being his source of headaches, Agni knew he too had come to acknowledge them as his cherished friends. Only when they were gone did Agni realize how much he'd miss having them around. Seeing the younger them didn't exactly close the gaping hole in his heart, but at least the emptiness was more filled.

Agni squeezed Grace tighter. "We have their younger selves with us now. We will protect them better this time."

Grace only nodded and sank further into his embrace. And Agni planted kisses on his hair, relishing the thought that after everything he had gone through, Grace was still a constant in his life. As long as he had him, everything would be okay.

When Grace started shaking again, Agni caressed his hair and hummed a comfort song they had known by heart. Still, it didn't make falling asleep any easier for Agni, especially not after admitting that his nightmare was very much real. However, as he had been through grief…this, too, would pass.

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[deityofhearts]

sometimes I have thoughts about my little pony,,, (please ignore that there are errors a plenty and that my writing sucks i just word vomited this in my notes app without a second thought okay?)