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powdermelonkeg · 5 months

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just saw ur gale/mystra analysis post. im new to the game and dnd lore and honestly… ur take on their relationship feels like the most natural/compelling one??? esp since its all too easy to simplify topics that have many facets and nuance….

thanks for sharing i love analysis and reading people’s takes on narratives : D

My pleasure! (Bee from the future here: congrats, you spawned another meta!)

I love complicated characters, WAY more than I like a clear cut-and-dry case. Flaws, to me, are what make a character compelling and lead to interesting stories about them with choices that can get them into situations. I'm both writing a fanfic and running a campaign where I'm playing as Gale, and in the interest of portraying him properly and in-character, I've gone into SUCH a deep dive into all the decisions and facts that make him him.

It helps to, y'know, also be in love with the fictional wizard, but I digress

The thing about Baldur's Gate 3 is that no character in there is perfect. I've seen a couple analyses about the theme of continuing cycles of abuse vs breaking out of them, but in my mind, in terms of the characters themselves, it goes like this:

The origin characters have just come out of the lowest situation of their lives (Lae'zel being the exception; being tadpoled is a gith's worst nightmare. You're seeing that lowest situation in real time).

Not the lowest point, mind. Gale's lowest was probably the day after he got the Orb. Wyll's was probably the day his father cast him out. Karlach's was the day she lost her heart. But the lowest, accepted normal for them is what they've just left.

They're then thrown out of their depth and forced to rely on you to live. That's #1 priority: living. We get the extremes of these characters before we get their nuances, because they're quite literally at their breaking points.

Then once we get to know them, we see their wants, their hopes, their fears, as they open up to us. Every companion's story is at their own pace, but they all have a moment where they ping-pong between despondency and desire. Sometimes that desire is what we know isn't good for them, like Shadowheart wanting to be a Dark Justiciar. Sometimes that despondency is only for a flicker, like Astarion's realization that he's condemned 7000 people to a half-life of tortured spawnhood for as long as he's been a vampire.

Romance lets us crack all that open more, because if you pursue a romantic partner, they see you as their closest confidant. They WANT to trust you, so they're more willing to explain how they see the world and what decisions they want to chase.

And then their endings. Those often get simplified as good/bad, continuing the cycle vs breaking away from it. But how is Duke Wyll on the same platform as Ascended Astarion? He's not evil, he's not even entirely unhappy. He might even have broken out of his abusive cycle with Mizora, if you played your cards right. And Ascended Astarion is overjoyed, even if he is remarkably more cold.

I think that the endings are less a dichotomy of "this is good for them" vs "this is bad for them," and more one of "bringing out their best traits" vs "bringing out their worst."

Wyll's worst trait is being willing to sacrifice his own wants for whatever people desire of him. His best is standing for what he believes in and ensuring people are safe. Duke Wyll leans into that necessity to turn the other cheek in the name of people who count on him, while the Blade of Avernus has seized that moral compass of his and forged it out of mithral.

Shadowheart's worst trait is blind obedience at the cost of her individuality, while her best is her desire to be kind to things that don't deserve to be hurt. Mother Superior Shadowheart's whole life is defined by Shar. Selûnite Shadowheart's life is defined by her hospitality, especially towards animals.

Karlach's worst trait is how willing she is to accept that things are (to quote her) fucked, letting despair override hope. Her best is her durability in the face of horror. Exploded Karlach would rather die than try to work out a solution in the Hells, because she's terrified of facing Zariel alone. Mindflayer Karlach has accepted her fate and decides to give up her heart and soul to go out a hero, losing who she is. Fury of Avernus Karlach is willing to keep fighting for a solution, and by the time the epilogue happens, she's got her sights set on one.

Astarion's worst trait is his desire for power over people. His best trait is using the tools he has to his advantage. Ascended Astarion has let his powerhungry nature and paranoia lead all of his decisions, with his sights set on dominating mankind. Spawn Astarion has embraced what he is, and carved out a life for himself where he can do as he pleases.

Lae'zel's worst trait is her blind fanaticism, while her best trait is her individual dedication, making her loyalty a marriage of the two. Ascended Lae'zel is a meal for the lich queen, turning a blind eye to all Vlaakith's tried to do to her and literally being consumed by her fervor. Champion of Orpheus Lae'zel has turned her loyalty into something productive for diplomacy. Faerûnian Lae'zel has seized her individuality by the throat and decided her own future.

And then Gale. Gale's worst traits are his hubris and, paradoxically, his low self worth. His best traits are his creativity and wonder for the world. God Gale is the embodiment of ambition, having burned away all but that in pursuit of perfection. Exploded Gale has let his remorse blot out all hope for a redemption in which he does not die, because he thinks he's earned it. Professor Gale leads his life by embracing the school of Illusion and letting his creativity thrive, teaching others to do the same. House Husband Gale has multiple creative projects he's working on, and Adventurer Gale is always finding new sights to see and wanting to share them with you.

There are arguments to be made on which ending the origins are happiest in, certainly, or which one benefits them the most, but each ending represents the extreme of a facet they possess.

So with all that, there's a sort of malleable method to figuring out the ins and outs of a character.

You take their endings—all of them, all variables they can have—and reverse-engineer the flaws and details they carry. Then you start to notice how those work into their approvals for minor things: Astarion approving of your taking of the Blood of Lathander, or Shadowheart approving of standing up for Arabella. Getting a list of approvals and disapprovals is helpful, but having those endings on hand tells you why they react like that to a majority of their decisions.

You take their romance-route explanations of how they act, and apply those to earlier decisions. Astarion's confession to manipulating you and Araj-prompted admittance to using himself as a tool brings to light how he reacts to your decisions, regardless of his actual opinions on them. Wyll's fairytale romance and love of poetic adages speaks to his idealistic nature, and why he takes a sometimes-blinded approach to decisions in which the "right" answer isn't always the smart one.

You take their beginning reactions to stress and use that to measure how future decisions impact them. Lae'zel locks down and gets snappy when she's scared, while Gale immediately turns to diplomacy. Shadowheart has gallows humor, while Wyll turns to quiet acceptance. If they break from these and seem even worse, you know the situation is more dire in their minds than having seven days to live.

And then you factor in all their fun facts and dialogue choices and backstories.

A wizard falls in love with a goddess and her magic, attempts to retrieve a piece of her power for her, is scorned for his attempt and is cursed to die.

Give that backstory to a Tav. Look at how it changes.

A chaotic good wizard fell in love with a goddess, thought retrieving a piece of power for her would be a showy bouquet of love, and was punished for not thinking things through.

A lawful evil wizard fell in love with a goddess's power, snatched the most precious thing she owned, tried to use it to barter his way through to the secrets she kept, and was given a swift retribution.

Same backstory. Same class, same act, same goddess. Wildly different connotations. Wildly different conclusions as to who is in the wrong.

If you take all there is to Gale, all that the game shows us makes up his character, and apply it to this backstory, you get what really happened:

A wizard, enamored with magic, fell in love with a goddess. His desires led him to want more than she was willing to give. In his well-buried fear of inadequacy, he concluded that the reason she wouldn't indulge his ambitions was because he just hadn't proven himself worthy enough. So he tried to prove himself, but he lacked the context for what he was proving himself with. And the goddess, seeing a weapon that had killed her predecessor, saw this ambitious wizard as losing his way and coming for her just like the weapon's creator had. She was angry, she withdrew his link to her, and he didn't know why. So he drew the conclusion that she took his powers to punish him, and let that encompass his fall from grace.

Was he wrong to reach for what was out there?

If you knew that the answers to everything you cared about were not only known, but kept by someone you loved—someone who adored you—what would you do to ask to see them? What if your curiosities were if there were other planets with life out there, or how dark matter worked, or whether or not we could one day travel in the stars? What if it was the potential cure to an illness that's little-understood, or the way to make a program you dreamt up, or the scope of the true limits of your artistic talents? Would your answer change?

Was she wrong to cut him off?

If you were once hurt, and the person you loved—the person who adored you—brought the thing that caused it to your door, believing you'd want it, how would you react to seeing it? What if that thing was someone you thought you'd broken contact with, like a friend or family member you'd been trying to avoid? Would your answer change?

That's the sort of scope that needs to be applied to this, on both sides. You have to take the perspectives of each party, and apply two analogies instead of one.

Gale saw the vastness of the universe, untold wonders, the solution to every question he could ever dream up, and saw Mystra as withholding this from him because she thought he just wasn't worthy enough. To claim Mystra knew his perspective does her a disservice.

Mystra saw a cruel weapon she thought long gone, in the hands of someone who could use it, brought right to her, and thought Gale was willingly following the path of Karsus. To claim Gale knew her perspective does him a disservice.

Should Gale have researched his prize more, so he knew just what he was obtaining? Should he have kept his hands off a cursed book that would devour him? Of course he should have.

Should he have given up on chasing his dreams?

Should Mystra have understood that Gale's pursuit of power was nothing like Karsus'? Should she have communicated when she was angry instead of giving the cold shoulder? Of course she should have.

Should she have given him the benefit of the doubt?

That's the root of their falling out. That's what leads to hurt being inflicted. Understandable, human reactions to the situations they perceive. Unhealthy, unwise choices made afterwards.

You work backwards from this to figure out their dynamic as Chosen and goddess. You work forward from this to understand more of where Gale and Mystra are during the events of Baldur's Gate 3. Gale reached too high, and understands this. His goddess hates him, and he regrets this. Mystra isolated Gale, and understands this. Her Chosen wants redemption, and she wants to make it happen.

Just like we took Gale's character into account, we also have to take Mystra's.

A goddess is faced with a problem. She uses someone who's desperate for approval to solve it, by telling him to kill himself.

An evil goddess is faced with a threat to her reign. She sees someone who's unfailingly loyal and hates himself, and elects to have him tear himself apart rather than do anything about it.

A good goddess is terrified of the future. She sees someone who tried to hurt her, who's going to die anyways, and tells him to use it to save the world.

Same story. Same act, same power, same pawn. Different character. Different perspective. Different outlook on whether or not this is the right thing to do.

Mystra has died, multiple times, to people trying to stake claim to her domain. Someone appears with the very thing that could do it again, right as she's regained her stability.

She does not see mortals the way mortals do. She is timeless. She is eternal. She has a duty to protect billions of people, and one person lost to protect that number is more than worth the sacrifice.

People like to bring up the Seven Sisters as proof of Mystra's cruelty. For those unaware, Mystra asked permission to, then possessed, a woman, used her to court a man (with dubious consent from the woman), and bore seven children, all of whom were capable of bearing Mystra's power as Chosen without dying. The woman she possessed was killed in the process (reduced to no more than a husk, then slain by her now-husband, hoping to end her suffering), and the husband was horrified by the whole story.

Mystra needed Chosen in order to restore herself in the event that she was killed again, to prevent magic as a whole from collapsing and wreaking havoc on the mortal realm, like it had in the few seconds Mystryl had been dead. Elminster, Khelben Blackstaff, and the Seven Sisters contributed to this. The more Chosen she has, the better; what happens if Elminster dies? She can't afford to have all her eggs in one basket.

Mystra has Volo (yeah, that Volo) as a Weave Anchor, imparted with a portion of her power to prevent the Weave from shredding itself to pieces in her absence. All Chosen of Mystra are Weave Anchors by nature. The creation of Weave Anchors was mandated by Ao, the Overgod, and Chosen are the best way to make sure those anchors aren't drained by ambitious people hoping for godlike power. Chosen can, and will, defend themselves, unlike static locations (which Mystra also has). The anchors are why the Weave wasn't completely obliterated during Mystra's last death, when the Spellplague rose up, because they stabilized the Weave around them.

Everything Mystra does is in the name of the big picture, to prevent a catastrophe like the fall of Netheril from happening again. Her restriction of magic, her numerous Chosen, her creation of Weave Anchors, her destruction of those who would claim her power, it's all in the name of the stability she's been charged with. Dornal Silverhand's grief and Elué Silverhand's death, while regrettable, were worth it to bring seven more anchors into existence to save all of the Material.

So someone appears with the Crown of Karsus, potentially powerful enough to try to kill the other gods in the name of the Dead Three. She can't risk being a target of them. She can't risk the destruction of magic again.

Gale is going to die. He lives in fear. He begs for forgiveness.

In Mystra's eyes, she's offering him the best outcome. She'll let him die in service to her, to save Faerûn, and she'll forgive him. He's going to die anyways, and if he does this, she'll give him everything (she thinks) he could ever want in her realm. She's asking him to do what (she thinks) is the right thing.

"She would consider what she considers to be forgiveness."

Notably, she leaves the decision in his hands. She doesn't have Elminster lead him to the Nether Brain. She doesn't activate him as soon as he's there. When he lives yet, she doesn't revoke the charm that keeps him stable. And when he declines, when he lets it go and starts pursuing Karsus' path, she doesn't smite him on the spot.

She is (she thinks) being incredibly patient. If Gale is going to try to be Karsus II, she's ready for him. If he decides to walk off and keep the Orb, he's dug his own grave in the Fugue Plane (those who don't have a god to claim them roam endlessly as husks and form a wall of bodies around the City of Judgement).

From her perspective, she's not being unreasonable. But from the perspective of a mortal, she absolutely is.

"Now, I have a question for thee: what is the worth of a single mortal's life?"

This is a question she cannot answer properly.

I think a lot of characterization is lost whenever someone paints one of them as being totally in the right. But I also think you have to be invested in them as characters to want to see that characterization. If you want to write about Mystra, you have to try to get into her head, analyze the decisions she made, figure out why she thinks she was right, and follow the pattern.

Gale's sacrifice is a very predictable thing for her to ask for.

#bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #mystra #long post #like really long post holy hells #did not expect this to go on for this long #swearing tw #< for karlach #oh yeah #astarion #karlach #wyll ravengard #shadowheart #lae'zel #ask bee

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cosmerelists · 5 months

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Kelsier and Taravangian Have A Conversation

Inspired by these two being compared in Kelsier's Coppermind entry.

[Contains major spoilers for Mistborn and Stormlight Archive!]

Kelsier: So, you're a king, huh?

Kelsier: Exactly the sort of person I'd assassinate, back in the day.

Taravangian: Yes, those in power can rarely be trusted.

Taravangian: In my case, I do, uh, run a large-scale hospital that welcomes all.

Kelsier: Knowing what nobles are like, it's probably a front to hide some sort of greater crime.

Taravangian: Ha, ha, yeah! I actually use it as a front to kill people in order to obtain the prophecies delivered by the dying, hoping to piece together enough clues to save the world. It's one of the only reliable ways to obtain reliable information about the world's fate.

Taravangian: You know how it is. Somebody has to be willing to do whatever it takes to save humanity, no matter the cost.

Kelsier: Damn it.

Taravangian: Hmmm?

Kelsier: I hate it when the worst person I know makes a good point.

Taravangian: Oh? That's not usually the reaction I get.

Taravangian: Usually it's something more like "Oh my dear god you monster why"

Kelsier: Well sure. That's a perfectly normal reaction.

Kelsier: Which is why it takes people like us to actually save the world.

Kelsier: I sacrificed myself and had a friend eat my bones to create a mystical religion and overthrow an immortal god-king.

Taravangian: How did eating your bones help?

Kelsier: Oh, it was a kandra. They can ingest bones and then reconstruct the original body.

Kelsier: Is that really the first question you had, though?

Taravangian: I mean, dramatic martyrdom that spawns a religion in order to manipulate the masses seems pretty straight-forward.

Kelsier: ...It took a lot of planning, you know.

Taravangian: Well, but that's the fun part, isn't it?

Taravangian: I may be damning my own soul, but storms if it isn't fun to lay out an extravagant plot every now and again.

Taravangian: My Diagram was written over the walls and floors of an entire room!

Taravangian: Good times.

Kelsier: Unhinged scrawls on a wall? Seems like a hard sell for your crew.

Taravangian: Bah! If people are put off by genius that spills off the page, then you need better men.

Kelsier: With all sincerity--I could not have had better men.

Kelsier: Take Spook. He started off as a just a scrawny skaa, but in the end, he was in charge of an empire with me as a his ghost advisor, and we made great progress in hemalurgy.

Kelsier: Speaking of doing whatever it takes.

Taravangian: I'm not familiar with 'hemalurgy.'

Kelsier: Oh, you'd like it. You can take investiture from people using special spikes. It kills them, of course, but the power does not die with them.

Kelsier: I think it's probably gonna save the world. My world, at least.

Taravangian: You know, I hadn't wanted to ask about the spike in your eye since it seemed impolite, but...

Kelsier: Yup. Hemalurgy.

Taravangian: Fascinating! I wonder if it would work for my world too.

Kelsier: Probably! If my agents on your world ever get their shit together, maybe we'll find out.

Taravangian: ...You have agents on my world?

Kelsier: Well, yeah. What, are you not out into the wider Cosmere yet?

Taravangian: Look, I only just became a god. I'll get there!

Kelsier: Well, I can't wait to battle with you for supremacy in the hope of sacrificing your world to save mine.

Taravangian: Aw, thanks! Right back at you.

Kelsier: We'll probably need to deal with that bastard Hoid first, though.

Taravangian: Eh, he's not so bad if you have the power to delete his memory.

Kelsier: You...got one over on Hoid?

Kelsier: Could this be...love?

Taravangian: No, I think it's just the warm glow of something bad happening to Hoid.

Kelsier: Yeah, that must be it.

#cosmere #cosmerelists #Kelsier #Taravangian #Hoid

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weministertomonsters · 4 months

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Naga Father (Araza) x gender-neutral reader - 2

"Just a few kids from school won't hurt, Mr. Araza. You have to give Sam a chance at a normal life," you say in exasperation, shaking some food into your cat's bowl and balancing the phone against your shoulder.

You've been babysitting Sam occasionally for a few months, enough to feel somewhat comfortable with pressing the subject of holding a birthday party for Sam.

"He's not normal," is Mr. Araza's reply, and you grit your teeth for a second before you blow your breath out slowly, forcing yourself to calm down.

"I know you're trying to toughen him up in your own way... But he's going to end up hating you if you don't ease up now and then. Sam is smart, you know. He can figure out how to live in a world of humans on his own."

"I know what's best for my son," Mr. Araza says, and you hear the shuffle of papers in the background.

"Oh, are you working? Did my call interrupt you? Sorry, I'll hang up now. Just think about it, okay?"

Before he has the chance to respond, you hang up.

"He's a tough nut to crack, Ginger," you say to your orange cat who is happily crunching down on his food. "I wonder what happened to make him like that?"

On a whim, you grab your phone and look his name up. There he is, featured in an article from a prominent news station. He was one of the two nagas rescued from a monster trafficking ring that got busted fifteen years ago. There's a picture of him with the other monsters that were rescued. He's staring blankly at the camera, a blanket wrapped around his thin shoulders. The other naga was too weak and passed away in the hospital. Everything makes sense now.

You put your phone down and stare hard at the wall. No wonder he's so fiercely protective of his son and pushing him to survive the best he can. Your phone buzzes and you look down to see a text from your best friend, Cora.

Hi Tobi, it reads, I know this is short notice, but I totally forgot I had a marriage counseling appointment today and we can't leave Annabelle alone! Do you have 2 hours to spare? I made chocolate chip cookies this morning!

A smile curves onto your lips and you type a reply.

I'll be there in 10 minutes

Cora only lives a couple of blocks away, so you end up walking there. Cora and her wife are in the driveway, ready to leave.

"Tobi, you're an angel!" Cora says, coming forward. "I present to you my devil spawn."

Annabelle squirms restlessly in her mother's grip, nibbling on her forearm. The five-year-old had new teeth coming in and apparently, her mother's arm is a serviceable chew toy.

"She's got a ton of energy today," you laugh and scoop her up.

The pup smells like baby shampoo and cookies. You wave her parents off and hoist her onto your shoulder.

"So what do you want to do?" You ask her.

"I want ice cream!" She yells, her knee catching you in the ribs.

"Oof. Isn't it a little too close to lunch?"

"I want a burger too! With cheese!"

"Demanding, aren't you? An alpha in the making for sure. Okay. We'll have burgers and ice cream. Just don't tell your mommy okay?"

She grins and nods. The commercial strip is within walking distance and even if it's a bit far away you figure Annabelle could use a long walk. As you walk together you're making a mental note not to marry a werewolf. Even a half-werewolf would be hyper, but Annabelle is out of this world. She's so bouncy that half the time her feet aren't even on the ground. You're forced to herd her around now and then so she doesn't hop off the sidewalk.

You're relieved when you reach the ice cream shop because it has a fenced-in playground.

"I'm going to make a sandcastle!" Annabelle shrieks, charging towards the sandbox.

"Okay, darling." You grab your phone and text Cora.

Bestie, what's up with Belle today?

Too much sugar :( my bad. I caved and let her have frosted flakes for breakfast Cora texts back.

Oh boy. Then ice cream is going to be a bad idea. Idly you walk up to the swings, wondering how you're going to convince her to get something else. And then you notice Mr. Araza and freeze. He pauses too, looking down at you. You have to put a hand up to your face to hide your grin because he's on the monkey bars. It's sturdy enough to hold his weight, but he looks ridiculous. His son is underneath, head craned up to look up at his father.

"Hello," you say politely.

"Papa is stuck," Sam says, turning to look at you. "Help him, Tobi."

You gulp down a burst of laughter and bite your lip hard, trying not to let your amusement show. Mr. Araza's golden eyes narrow, and his tongue flicks out, tasting the air. His eyes turn into annoyed slits and he lets out a huff. His tail is wound through the rather sophisticated monkey bars, and you can see he's stuck in more than one place.

"How did you even get up there?" You ask.

"I was... Teaching Sam how to climb," he says, and you can't help the small laugh you make this time.

"I do not find this humorous, neither should you," he hisses. "My tail is going numb. If it's not too much trouble, I would appreciate a hand."

You glance down at Sam. "Hey, I brought a friend with me, and she's the same age as you. Maybe you could play together?"

Sam looks doubtfully at Annabelle, who has forgotten about her sandcastle and is digging a hole in the sandbox. Then he nods and shyly slithers over to say hello. You turn back to Mr. Araza and put your game face on.

"How about I make you a deal? Promise to actually think about throwing a party for Sam, and I'll help you."

His pupils widen in shock. "You can't be serious," he scoffs.

You reach out and poke at his tail. "I dunno, Mr. Araza. You seem stuck pretty good."

"For heaven's sake," he rolls his eyes and his shoulders slump a little. "Fine. Quickly now, I look ridiculous."

You grin. "Then it's a deal," you say and walk around him in a slow circle, calculating.

You're not sure how you're going to get him out. The monkey bars are about six feet high, and he's right on top.

"Okay, I think I've got this," you say and begin to climb.

The next ten minutes are the most awkward ones of your life. You almost fall off twice. Mr. Araza twists his upper body to look at you, and his mouth turns down.

"You're going to hurt yourself this way."

"I'm good," you say, hooking your feet against the bars as you grab the thinnest section of his tail at the end. "You've kind of tied yourself into a knot here, mister," you tell him. "Can you move the end of your tail to the left?"

His tail moves, the end of it curling around your wrist.

"Okay," you mumble.

You succeed in freeing that section and move upwards.

"You're not a cat, you know. You can't fit in just any space," you tell him and you wrap your arms around his tail and press your chest against it like you're about to lift something really heavy.

Which is exactly what you're about to do. His tail is a solid hunk of muscle, his scales rasping against your bare arms. Maybe you press a little too hard or something, but he hisses and it's not a normal hiss. It's a "get your fucking hands off me right now" kind of hiss.

You jerk your hands back. "Sorry, sorry," you say.

You have just touched softer, more sensitive parts of his tail where scales have been ripped away. Naga scales are incredibly hard to damage or remove but after your research this morning, you can guess how that happened.

His claws clank against the bars as he repositions himself. He won't look at you but maybe that's a good thing. If he looks at you, he'll be able to tell that you know.

"Just get on with it," he mumbles, wiping sweat from his forehead.

You take a deep breath and carry on. He doesn't make a single sound after that, not even when you have to pull so hard that he shudders.

"Need some help?" An employee from the ice cream shop calls over, finally having noticed.

"No, I've got it," you call back.

Just one more section to go. Araza is sprawled on the monkey bars, his torso pressing against them. That can't be comfortable. The way he's gone so still and pliant worries you.

"Are you okay?"

He nods, his hair falling over his face.

"Look at me," you command. "Please?"

He darts a furtive glance over his shoulder. His eyes are glassy, like he's partly somewhere else. Not good. Quickly, you balance your feet on the bars and tug. He comes free and falls off the monkey bars with a thud, taking you with him.

"We're okay," you say to Sam and Annabelle, who look up curiously.

"They're playing," Annabelle giggles to her new friend.

Sam looks worried, but then smiles and goes back to playing. You realize your legs are tangled up in his tail and gently extract them.

"You okay?"

He shoots upright, rolling over to the underside of his tail is against the floor.

"I'm fine. Thank you," he says airily, brushing leaves out of his hair.

All signs of vulnerability are gone.

"Great," you say, trying not to sound too bright as you stand up and dust yourself off. "I'm sure you won't do that again," you laugh.

He flexes his claws. "I have learned a valuable lesson. Your human trappings are terrible replacements for trees."

"Try a park next time," you suggest. "Were you here for ice cream?"

"I promised him a reward for his hard work in school. I did not think he would suggest such a ridiculous-"

"We're here for ice cream too!" You say brightly. "How about we all go in and get some?"

If Mr. Araza is about to protest, Annabelle's excited screaming knocks it out of him.

"Please do not tell me that is your child," he says flatly. "She is untrained."

"She's just a kid," you say. "She can be very loud, I'll give her that."

"Come on," you tell the two children, "let's go get ice cream."

Later on, after you've dropped off a sleeping Annabelle- amazingly enough - at her home and gone home with a gift of a box of chocolate chip cookies, you get a call from Mr. Araza.

"I have made up my mind," he says.

"About the birthday party?"

"Yes," he says, and you begin to dance in triumph.

"On one condition," he adds sharply. "I don't know what a party entails. I'll need your help."

"Oh, you don't have to ask twice!" You say happily.

Maybe the upright naga is finally warming up to a little living...

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The amount of times I mention "ice cream" in here, lol! 😭

#exophilia #terato #monster x reader #monster x human #naga

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sasheneskywalker · 7 months

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batfamily fic recs that will make you laugh

Breaking News: Local Teen Given Intervention For Normal Behavior by yellowrooster Tim ends up in an alternate dimension where he's considered a drug addict.

G | No Archive Warnings Apply | Tim Drake & Everyone, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne

The Ballad Of The Adult-Sized Robin Suit by centreoftheselights Where do you go to purchase a Robin suit large enough for a muscular man? There are probably some specialty sellers on Etsy for that…

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Some Assembly Required by ChocolateTeapots A Martian, a God, and the Goddamn Batman try to assemble Ikea furniture.

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Joker in critical condition after Red Hood pride stunt by Naphorism LOCAL : NEWS/OPINION

The Joker is in critical condition at Gotham General Hospital after shots fired by the notorious Red Hood at Gotham’s annual pride parade yesterday.

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what goes around by Goldmonger A civilian accidentally kills the Joker. It’s a confusing time for everybody.

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Brad Wayne Meets The Family by city_noise Brad Wellington is a typical frat boy who's just trying to keep his scholarship and post memes. Now, half the world knows him as Brad Wayne, son of the infamous Gotham billionaire. When he gets an invite to spend a few months at the Manor, Twitter tells him to watch out for inheritance feuds, and TikTok is betting he'll be dead by the end of the week. Are they just rumors, or is there more to the Wayne's than meets the eye? …Nah, probably just rumors.

(Or: Upbringing be damned, no spawn of Batman could possibly turn out to be this normal. Or dumb. The Bats are on the case.)

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Vanity Googling by hradzka, Petra "Oh, man. Check this out. Nobody has written Oracle porn."

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🌌 has returned!!!

And I have more lore complaints lol

I was thinking about this for a while, but it’s equivalent to a shower/three AM thought, but I really don’t get the world of the game that much lol

Like, we’re told it’s all just overly chaotic and violent yet these demons have multiple stable societies bc FOUR factions exist, all with their own fully established governments/leaderships, environments and cultures (minus 10 points for Blackrock bc no culture)

Tbh if the world was overly chaotic as it’s said then the SFOTH would actively be going out of their way to harm everything and if violence is so normalized then Ban Hammer technically shouldn’t even care about the law bc if that was the case it wouldn’t exist lmaooo

And adding onto that, living in a world like that would make so many relations useless like, everyone would be fending for themselves, which would be nothing but a massive nightmare for all new spawned demons 😭

And why aren’t there many that hospitals? If the demons are biological then shouldn’t they have many establishments to ensure they’re healthy and can still fight and protect themselves??? Especially when there are demons with healing abilities bc of healing gears???

I believe, based off of Medkit and Vinestaff dialogue, the lack of hospitals is probably due to healers seemingly being rarer than other kinds of demons, likely due to how few healing gears there are in the Roblox catalog.

#phighting hot takes #phighting!#phighting roblox #roblox phighting #phighting #✨ mod siakit ✨#hot take #🌌 anon

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underscar · 1 year

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If you'd be willing to then maybe do Himeno, Makima and Kishibe and how they'd care for their devil hunter s/o (gender neutral pronouns please) after they got injured after a particularly rough devil hunting assignment! :)

TAKING CARE OF DEVIL HUNTER S/O HCS

feats: himeno, kishibe & makima

warnings: no pronouns used

summary: in which they’re dating another devil hunter, and their s/o gets injured while on duty, and how they would care for them afterwards.

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authors note: this request is right up my alley. thank you for the request, anon! this is actually my first time writing makima and himeno alone along with writing a head canon (it's been years) so please bare with me.

HIMENO

her dating another devil hunter is probably for the best.

— I can picture Himeno having many failed relationships just because she's a devil hunter. In the world of Chainsaw Man, the occupation is not exactly viewed in a positive light, so normally most civilians would like to avoid devil hunters or devil hunters hoping for a life outside of work would keep it a secret from others.

— Himeno, in my opinion, wouldn't attempt to keep this part of her life hidden and would be open about it.

— It doesn't really matter if you work in the same division or a different one then her; Himeno knows a lot of people in the industry and I can imagine her socializing outside of hers frequently, where she would eventually meets you :)

— I dunno, it just works with you being a devil hunter.

— She doesn't have to worry about you interrogating her extensively or being excessively concerned about her well being as an average person would.

— Simply because you are familiar with her situation. You've walked in her shoes and you don't judge her "recklessness" or "rashness", and that bare minimum means a lot to her.

— Himeno would also compare you a lot to Aki. Those qualities she loves in you, I think she probably also loved in Aki as well. In addition to the fact that you're a devil hunter, like Aki, I think she would just feel this way generally in a relationship. A rebound if you would. Someone like Aki.

— Although she would never express these thoughts out loud to you, you may notice this with time in your relationship and may cause future complication.

now you getting hurt on duty is a mix and mix.

— A while back, I actually wrote a one-shot about Himeno visiting an acquaintance in the hospital or something? I remember portraying her as being quite calm and casual when she entered the hospital. I think she would act similarly to this with her significant other.

— Hospitals are nothing Himeno is unfamiliar with, and neither should they be to you. Hospital visits are typical, common, and anticipated given the occupations you both have. Along with death always being a possibility.

— Hell, the possibility of dying of a Devil attack as a civilian alone is typical so deaths of devil hunter’s, who actively pursue these spawns from Hell, are even more common.

— When walking into your room she would be calm and no worry on her explicitly face. Serene cause you lived.

— She would torment you and make fun of you until your face flames. Though after her teasing and it's time for you to come home, she'll take care of you, tenderly. Doing your house chores, feeding you, and tending to your wounds.

— Himeno sort of views these times together as brief dates. Other than passing each other off at work or whatever, you don't spend much time together on actual dates. So, these days of sickness and recuperation are full of fluff.

KISHIBE

him dating a devil hunter is expected.

— I believe that only another devil hunter can really comprehend Kishibe, grasp his thoughts, and truly understand why he is the way he is and why he behaves in the manner in which he does, you know?

— So again, it's expected. If Kishibe is gonna be in a relationship its likely gonna be with another devil hunter.

— This relationships, though, would undoubtedly not develop overnight. It would take some time for you two, colleagues, to choose to part ways from your employment relationship. Maybe a few years as co-workers before taking that step. However in that time it gives more certainty to the both of you of your feelings for one another.

— You grow to learn his mind, and him, yours.

— With you both being devil hunters means you share a few outlooks and habits that civilians may find unusual. Kishibe also considers it's a good thing that you're a devil hunter since you don't nag him about it the way any of his exes did.

now you getting hurt on duty is, also, expected.

— It simply comes with the territory. You didn't die so...

— Both of you are aware of your mortality and the extremely high death rate in your professions. Furthermore, Kishibe is more cognizant of this part of the work. I kind of imagine him being in the game longer then you.

— The majority of the time, you get wounded, and he has to take care of you. Mostly due to Kishibe's stubbornness, which causes him to brush off injuries and not view them as anything that requires your help. Your injuries on the other hand? Yep, you need him to deal with that.

— He is virtually as knowledgeable about treating most of these injuries as a first responder, so that is also incredibly helpful in situations like this too.

— Kishibe uses all of the time he has for your recuperation even though he is sometimes too busy at work to devote his entire day to caring for your injuries.

— Throughout the day, he would call you while he's out to see how you're handing, to make sure you were eating properly, washing your wounds at the proper time, and generally healing without any problems.

— He might not stay with you during your ENTIRE recovery or make it to the hospital before it's time for you to go home, but he will be there that night to help you, and that will be more than enough for the vast majority.

MAKIMA

her dating a devil hunter is “controversial,” technically…

— She would technically be your superior, though. No matter what division you are in, she is practically still in a more advantageous position than you.

— You would think it would spark a controversy, yet nobody actually challenges it. Mostly because no one cared about the devil hunters workplace and because the profession itself is so crooked. Therefore, you dated with no issue.

— You and Makima would not hide the fact that you are in a relationship. In any case, she wouldn't tell you to not tell people about your relationship with her or anything.

— Tell everyone, she doesn't mind, be public about it.

— However, you know better then to be touchy in public.

— That's her only rule. That you can't touch her in public, especially at work or anything like that. She wouldn't want to be viewed in that way in her respected position at hand.

— And you respect her, so you know better then to not.

now you getting hurt on duty is anticipated.

— You aren’t in a position of power and strength like Makima, as I have mentioned before, so she merely anticipated that you would sustain injuries regularly.

— However, it's as if you hurt yourself at the worst times.

— It's always when she doesn't have a moment to spare for you when you need her the most. Makima is a busy woman and a career woman, so when you get injured, it irritates her a little and she makes her desire to persuade you to quit your work and remain at home, but doing so would cause further problems that she is more so unable to deal with.

— She won't be around much while you're recovering. As soon as she learns that you've been injured she may stop by later that day to examine how serious your injuries are and whether you're still alive, but as soon as she's done assessing the issue, she resumes working.

— In place of her visits, gifts and flowers with little notes inside would be given to you practically every day. It was difficult for you to be frustrated over her absence because the letters were so sincerely written and wished you well.

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bluewonderer · 1 year

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Hi! For those of you who don't know, I'm Becca. The same one mentioned above. ⬆️

I know I normally only reblog on here, but I'm hoping you'll hear me out. Hasi (@hussyknee), my sweet friend, my fandom wife, my comfort and my cheerleader, needs some urgent care. Please help me help her.

If you'll please take a moment to read through the link (text also copied and pasted below) and consider donating, I would really appreciate it. If you cannot donate, please consider reblogging to help spread the word.

Thank you so much ❤️

. . .

Hasi, my beloved friend, needs a lifeline.

For a little over two years, I’ve only been able to watch from half a world away as my friend is crushed without reprieve. I’ve watched her living situation become hostile as her mental and physical health deteriorated. I’ve watched her withdraw for weeks at a time as she tried to put every last scrap of her energy toward basic survival.

I’m watching her now as she’s giving up hope. As she’s deciding that the only solution to her struggle is a permanent one. I’m watching her make preparations for it.

And now I’m asking for help, because I don’t want to lose my friend.

Hasini (35) lives in Sri Lanka. She has struggled with mental illness for 15 years, and with chronic physical illness for 10 years. Even though she’s been passionate about learning from a young age and is a talented writer and debator, she fell ill during her second year of her dream program in anthropology and was forced to drop out. She later became beridden with ulcerative colitis immediately after her marriage, and was diagnosed only 7 years later (at age 31). Because of the lack of adequate care, treatment resources, and family support, she was only able to get diagnoses for Complex PTSD and bipolar at age 29 and ADHD at 32.

Her dogs had been her comfort during her years of isolation and illness, but when her marriage disintegrated in 2020, she had to leave them behing and return to her surviving parent and intellectually disabled brother. Her mother is now a pensioner, and won’t be able to support them much longer.

I cannot emphasize enough how toxic this situation is for her. She has developed arthritis and worsening colitis flares due to the stress of her divorce and the retraumatizing environment of her family. This was made exponentially worse when the 2022 Sri Lankan Economic Crisis plunged her country into chaos. With the cost of living skyrocketing, the prices of her medications have more than doubled. She has had to stop therapy and choose which of her doctors to visit. Government hospitals are free, but her mobility has been further restricted by a back injury and transport costs are prohibitive. Most of her friends don’t live in the same country.

Although she has experienced suicidality before, she has found lifelines in rescuing animals, learning and blogging about social justice, and cultivating friends across different continents. Before the pandemic, she’d been well enough to take on a part time job for the first time. She also began to pursue a community college degree that she’s again had to put on hold.

All Hasi wants is to be well enough to work. With work, she would have the means to live away from her family, continue her studies, and help rescue animals however she can.

Her panic attacks and PTSD episodes have been escalating by the day, and it’s imperative that she’s admitted to a hospital for psychiatric care. Her doctor arranged for her to be admitted to a free government hospital, but due to the Sri Lankan national crisis-spawned overcrowding and poor conditions, she became more profoundly stressed.

We hope to raise enough money to admit her to a private hospital. We also want to get her consistent access to therapy, so that her emergency treatment could lead to more long-term, life-affirming solutions.

Her initial emergency care and immediate treatment may come to approx USD 300. We also want to raise enough money for her medication (USD 300), therapy (USD 100), and doctor’s fees (USD 200) for the next five months, as well as money for medical investigation for her back injury (USD 100).

She doesn’t want to lose her dreams, and I don’t want to lose her. We met six years ago and I would be a different person without her. Less confident, less loving, and less curious.

Without her, the world would be a bleaker place.

Please help her.

Thank you for reading and for donating.

#hussyknee #hasi #helphasi #tw suicidality

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dcfanficsgallore · 7 months

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Didn't plan for this

Wonder Woman x Demigod!Fem!Reader

2859 words

TW: Broken Leg, Hospitals, Reader overthinks everything

Masterlist

Summary: You have only seen a handful of times and have been trying to get her attention ever since, when a disaster occurs, it finally makes her look at you and talk.

A/N: This fanfic doesn't use the usual quotes to show character speaking. Instead they'll use a - to show that they are speaking and every new line of dialogue is a new paragraph. Also English isn't my first language. Enjoy! X3 <33

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Being a demigod in a world that gets invaded by aliens every other week and seems to have a new super-whatever everyday is pretty normal. Especially if you’re a child of Athena, like me…

We don’t get powers like the children of Zeus or the innate charisma of the Apollo kids, but we’re not as insufferable as the Aphrodite Spawn (Long story), we’re just… Pretty smart and can understand stuff that most can’t. When I was a kid my teachers always told my mortal mom that I was ‘gifted’, my mom knew it was always truer than what they intended, but she never told me about it. Nor about my Godly mom…

Usually when an alien attack happens or a supervillain breaks from prison I tend to help the people around me get to safety and prepare all my contingencies for if the threat gets too close, I only had to use a couple of my plans once, that was a mess! But it made me learn that Plan C and Plan T should not be anywhere near each other. Other than that I just wait until the danger is over and maybe, kinda, try to see if she is taking care of the mess.

Of all the children of Zeus, she is the best. Most caring, most humble, the prettiest, and just all around good person. I only met THE Wonder Woman once, and since then I’ve been trying to get her attention the only way a daughter of Athena like me can… I’ve been sending contingency plans to the Justice Hall in hopes one of them will make them want to talk to me and talk about it. You might say it’s pointless, Batman is the best planner in the world, and to that I say: Maybe he would like someone to delegate a few of his responsibilities to… You never know.

It was during one of my walks to my job that I felt it.

Earthquakes

No worries, those happen all the time in New York. I have nothing to fear, just a mild-

Another one, Bigger

Again, not enough to trigger my alarms, but enough to make me start walking slower… And check my bag to see if everything is with m-

A third one, and this time I fall over

Alright. That’s cause for concern, I start sprinting towards my job while grabbing all the stuff I need to start Plan E.

As I turn a corner expecting to see the street to the building I work at, I am startled back by a falling lamp post.

This is bad

As I enter the building I see Ana, the secretary, ushering people out the building.

- How is it looking? - I ask her as another earthquake begins and doesn’t seem to stop.

- There’s still people inside - She looks at me with a worried expression - You might have to bring out Plan H - She says.

Ana is my best friend and that gives her the privilege of a binder with all my plans so she can help me choose one in big stress situations. That’s still not enough because she just suggested the Bird People Protocol, but I get the gist of what she wants.

- I think you might be right - I say not wanting to get into an argument of my plans with her right now

Being a prepared Child of Athena is very helpful when you're the Chief of Security of the company. I take a deep breath, say a little prayer to my mom hoping for a little luck to get inside and not die. And go in…

The first thing I see as I go through the doors is the bottom floor is collapsing. I rush a couple people out while I make my way to my office, in there I’ll find everything to hopefully save everyone. I just have to go up two floors, the elevators are a bust and a death trap. So the stairs are gonna be my friends.

As I start going up I hit a couple buttons on the wall to trigger the slides that help people go down the stairs faster, (hey, it works for airplanes and they were cheap to install. Just a button and they self inflate).

When I open the door to the second floor I am met by so many people that are injured. I go to usher them to the slides, after finding a couple interns that are so scared but not that bad physically and instruct them on what to do once they get down and keep moving towards my office.

I begin to see my office, it's right there, just a few more moments and everything will be fi-

feel a lot of pain and a crack coming from behind me

Something fell on me. I look back and see that my leg is stuck between a stone pillar and the floor. I feel a lot of pain, but I can't stop. I've already sent everyone on this floor down and there are more above me. If I give up now I’ll die along with everyone else, that’ll not be something that a Demigod will be doing today, I tell myself.

I start to try to lift the pillar with all my strength, it’s hard, it might be impossible, I start thinking of ways to maybe leverage a piece of debris as maybe a lever when the pillar starts to float? It’s not floating, someone picked it up. But who..?

It’s her, in all her glory. She looks exactly like I remember, the black locks of hair flowing, the tiara reflecting the little light inside this crumbling building, her golden lasso on her hand and the pillar on the other, she lifting it like it doesn’t weigh anything. Her ocean blue eyes that are looking directly into my soul, her furrowed brows like she’s mad? Wait, no, she IS mad!

- What are you doing! - She says with an alarm in her tone - I was helping the people off the building when I saw you running INTO it? What are you trying to do?

The reality of the situation finally hits me and I say

- Help me. My office. I can help… - I say with difficulty as my leg starts to hurt a lot more now that the big rock was removed.

She looks at me like I just grew frog legs beneath the pillar, not understanding why I’m trying so hard to go even deeper into the crumbling building.

I say it one more time and she seems to snap out of it.

- What are we looking for? - She says as she picks me up bridal style and starts sprinting into the room. Even with a broken leg I manage to get flustered, but quickly dismiss it as I get my head back in the game

I push myself down and limp to my desk, opening a drawer and pushing a button labeled ‘U’.

Immediately the result can be felt as dozens of inflatable slides appear going from every single window sill, out of seemingly thin air, and gives everyone on the above floors a chance to take a faster way down. But not everything can go according to plan as life constantly likes to remind me. The slide on my window did not trigger so I think I’m stuck until I feel myself being picked up again and my heroine jumps out of the window landing safely with me in her arms.

After that she puts me down on a sidewalk and says

- That was incredibly smart, aren’t you the woman that always has a plan? - She says, and I’m a little upset that that’s how she remembers me.

- Yeah, that 's me. A daughter of Athena trying her best - I say before my leg starts to demand more of my attention and I whimper a little

- Oh your leg! Right! - She says before picking me up again and without all the smoke and panic I can actually feel her muscles and smell a little perfume, strawberry? Maybe Daisy? Maybe alcohol? Wait… That’s the ambulance, I’m in the ambulance getting alcohol rubbed on my leg by a paramedic, staring into her sapphire eyes and she’s saying something... Oh shit she said something!

- Sorry what? - I say trying to cool my nerves from seeing her again

- I said I’ll be right back to check on you, these quakes are not natural. The League is currently stopping the cause of it but there are still civilians trapped in building that don’t have slides that help them get down - She smiles a little and it’s the prettiest smile I have ever seen

- Yeah, it’s cool, you’re a hero and all that - Say in an effort to look casual in the face of all this

A few hours later I had to be taken to the hospital to get my leg on a cast and suspended above me on the bed that I’m laying down on. Ana made it out without any serious injuries and is keeping me company, and by company I mean she’s currently hearing me be anxious about my meeting with The Wonder Woman.

- She said she would check on me later - I say for what’s probably the thousandth time

- Yup, but when she said you were on the street getting tended to by an EMT. Now she probably has no idea where you - She keeps trying to manage my expectations.

- But look at the TV Ana, a lot of people need help, she’s probably helping them. and this is one of the only hospitals that didn’t seem to be that affected by the quake! - I reason with her.

- Why do I keep getting into arguments with you? - she says with a long sigh - Damn Owl Spawn - she says with a smirk that gets wiped by the pillow I throw on her face

- Because you live in hope that you can win! - I tease back and am promptly met by the same pillow hitting my face.

-But seriously Y/N - She says looking at me - I wouldn’t get my hopes up, she’s a superhero. She’ll probably be busy until the next morning and then she’ll probably go back to her place and sleep for a long time, maybe she’ll forget.

- I can still hope, right? - I say a little sadly to Ana who nods and pulls me into a hug

- You should get some rest Bird Brain, I’ll be here if you need anything - Ana says, going to turn off the light and heading to her chair next to my bed.

- Fine - I say as the day finally catches up to me and I fall asleep almost immediately

It’s probably not until around 4 A.M when I hear a little tapping on my hospital window, at first I think I’m dreaming because I’m quite a way high up on this hospital, I would say about 30,5 meters away from ground level. But then I hear it again

tap tap tap

Okay, that’s not a dream. I take my leg off the suspension gently so as to not hurt myself and open the curtain to see… HER! She’s flying and staring at me through the window looking a bit shy, if I were to guess.

- You’re here!? - I open the window and question a little too happy about this meeting

- I told I would be - she smiles - How are you doing? - she questions looking at my cast.

- I’m doing fine - I shrug - The drugs help with the pain and I heal quite fast.

- Right, you’re also a demigoddess - she says with a smile - So am I.

- You are? You mean you’re not a goddess? - I ask and immediately regret it. You don’t ask a pretty woman that? Are you nuts? I say to myself thinking she’ll be put off by my comment and fly away. But to my surprise, she laughs and it’s the most beautiful laugh I’ve ever heard.

- No no, I’m the daughter of Zeus with the queen of the amazons, Hippolyta - She says in a casual way like that wasn’t a huge bombshell for me to discover

- That’s so cool - I say after making myself pick my jaw from the floor - Would you… ummm… Would you like to come in? - I ask her and to my surprise she accepts

The first thing I notice when she comes in is how tall she is, I think I would’ve figured out she was an Amazon with enough time, I quickly notice that she’s probably 6,2 inches, which makes me feel fuzzy inside. The next thing I notice is how strong she is. When she went inside, she picked me up by my side and sat me down on the bed before finally touching the floor.

I realize I’m staring again and that I missed what she was saying, again! This never happens to me.

- I’m so sorry, I was distracted, what did you say? - I say hoping she doesn’t think I’m always like this.

- I just asked if she’ll wake up anytime soon. - She repeats without a hint of annoyance. Gesturing to Ana sleeping on the chair in a position that doesn’t seem that comfortable but I’m not one to judge.

- Oh Ana? No, she only wakes with her alarm or when stuff is thrown at her - I say chuckling.

There’s an awkward silence before she clears her throat and says

- I’m Diana, by the way, Diana Prince - she says putting her hand out - I just wanted to say that the fact that you went inside the collapsing building when you could’ve turned the other way and ran, really impressed me.

I blush very hard when she says that, then I shake her hand and say

- I’m Y/N Y/L/N, it really means a lot to me that you found that impressive. And just so you know, running was not an option, that building had so many contingencies inside it I needed to know that one of them worked. If I didn’t try my own plans what kind of child of wisdom would I be? - I say while shaking her hand

- Hm, does your mother require that of all her children? - She asks almost concerned

- No, not at all. She doesn’t even talk to us! - I say without thinking, this woman makes me so flustered my brain stops working I swear! - It’s more, like an itch. An itch in the back of your mind that doesn’t go away if you don’t test your contraptions

- She doesn’t talk to you? I’m sorry… - She says with sympathy on her voice

-Don’t be - I wave it off - She’s a goddess, she probably has more important things to do. Besides, I got my smarts and that’s all I need. - I say shuffling on the bed and putting my foot back in it’s place.

She sits next to me and says

- It’s still sad that our parents don’t talk to us

I shrug before gathering my courage and finally asking

- Why’d you come to see me? I’m sure you meet people that are more interesting than me everyday and it’s not like you owe me or anything, you saved life twice today and now you’re here checking on me. Why? - I ask and she thinks for a moment before smiling and… Wait, is she blushing?

- Well it’s simple really, I was very impressed by the fact that you had a protocol in place for such an event and had the guts to go in and make sure it went accordingly that I wanted to maybe see if you were interested in… Showing me some of your plans - That last part seemed to catch her off guard, but I’ll never say no to someone willing to listen to my plans so I get very excited.

- Yeah, sure, of course! I’ll probably be out of the hospital in a couple of days, maybe less if I can convince the docs I’ll take it easy. - I agree a little too fast, but I don’t care. Diana wants to see my plans! - Here’s my number - I give her my number scribbled on a piece of paper I got in my bag - Give me a call please, and we’ll set it up. - I say a little too eager and failing miserably to be cool

- Yeah, sure - she says, accepting the paper and… She is definitely blushing! - I’ll give you a call, and we’ll set up our date… - She stops herself after she says that - I mean, like a friend date.

- I can accept a date - I blush and nod and look away, trying everything I can to not look her in those sapphire eyes

She gets up and goes to the window but before she looks at me and says.

- I hope I get to see you soon - she says before flying off into the distance

a- Same - I say before snuggling in my bed ready to dream about her but not before hearing

- I heard the whole thing! - Ana says before receiving a face full of pillow.

- We’ll talk in the morning - I say ending the conversation.

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Chapter 2

A/N: Some might call Y/N Paranoid, she would say prepared ;)

#wonder woman x reader #diana prince x reader #wonder woman fanfic #my fic #DianaSimp #justice league fanfic #wonder woman #diana of themyscira #diana prince #diana of themiscyra #wonder woman x you

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scrybe-scott · 10 months

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For the ask game!

4. 🐈 CAT: Does the world of your WIP have any superstitions or folklore?

🌈 RAINBOW SLOTH: Wild card! Share one thing about your WIP that you have been waiting to be asked about!

🐈 - several! I’m gonna do this for the world of The Silver Circle. The most predominant one to the plot is that the Ular (a race of my own creation) are infected by demons since their homeland is now a barren wasteland called the Hellgate Plains, where a demon portal once opened and threatened the world. The Ular are actually descended from dragons, leading to their horned and tusked appearance, but their colorful skin and fiery eyes lead many to believe their nature is more infernal than they claim.

🌈 - I haven’t really been waiting to be ASKED , per se, but I guess I’ll use this slot to loredump about the different races in my world! I tried not to do the standard orc/elf/dwarf/etc, purely out of challenging myself, so here goes!

Humans - They are humans. You know humans, right? I hope. They’re like that.

Ular - A race of half-giants descended from dragons and a race of long-extinct giants. They’re large, usually anywhere from 7-10 feet tall, have colorful skin, and horns. Some of them have tusks, left over from their giant ancestors, but it seems to be random.

Aetheri - An ancient race of humanoids that were forever changed when their greatest mage conducted a ritual to merge himself with the Aether, the source of all magic in the world. The ones that survived were changed into the Aetheri. Granted extended lifespans and bodies attuned to the Aether, the people rebuilt, growing the Caeloran Domionion that now occupies half of the continent. They tend to be graceful beings, even the larger ones. Roughy the size of a normal human.

Drakarrans - A small cult tried to recreate the experiment that spawned the Aetheri by tapping into dark corners of the Aether. The resulting fallout created a new race, scaled and more fierce. Drakarrans vary more wildly in appearance than Aetheri, often having more monstrous eyes, patches of scales, claws, or fangs. Unlike Aetheri, their skin is usually green or purple. Magic in Drakarrans tends to manifest more destructively, sometimes even uncontrollably depending on the person.

Stonefolk - Cultural cousins of the Hillfolk, the Stonefolk of the North lay claim to being the oldest (un-magically-altered) race on the continent. Though small, their craftsmanship of weapons and armor is nigh-unmatched. They are respected traders and rulers, though they prefer to keep to themselves in the mountains. Due to their cities being so spread out, each city has its own king, effectively forming its own dominion. When the kings come together to discuss matters of great importance, it is known as the Eyr Hanad. Stonefolk found in their homeland speak bluntly and true, with little care for niceties. This causes more conflict than they would care to admit. Their understanding of the Aether is as a tool to be used, a material to be forged. They make incredible magic items and have mastered Rune Script, the written language of magic.

Hillfolk - Though genetically identical to their northern cousins, the Hillfolk could not be more their opposite. They love people, and will frequently insist strangers stay in their homes, as a way of showing hospitality. They’re known for their lavish parties and fine alcohol, and their cities make excellent rest stops for weary travelers. Because of this, they’re very shrewd businessmen, making all of their profit off of trading with passers-through and selling their crops. Where Stonefolk are cold and blunt, Hillfolk are warm and inviting, though they are far more fond of lying and trickery as methods to get their way.

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conception of human perception (chapter 1)

Chapter 1

A splitting pain

Ears bleeding, skull ripping pain in my head as i slowly become aware of my body, my neck my shoulders my torso my back, all normal but there was something that felt off but that wasn't my main problem, i could hear my friends screaming in my mind, about something i can't remember, the blurred image of a car's headlights hitting my eyes slicing them into thins strips as my nature tried to allow me to take in the amount of light being stuck with me and then a sudden jolt of darkness.

My eyes slowly adjusted to where I was and my mind jolted back to reality, expecting the familiar surroundings of a bedroom or maybe even a hospital bed, since i was going off of my remaining memories but what i saw was nothing like that whatsoever, grass, an open field, no building in site just grass. My mind was spinning literally and figuratively it was like i'd be transported into an opticians eye test, when you look into the eye piece so that they can take photos of your eye socket and they make you stare into an empty void of grass and blue skies, that was where i was the eye space i slowly gained feeling back in my arms and legs and gathered what was left of my consciousness and stood up, but then dropped back soon after a ripping pain flooded all threw my spine and back and i jolted from the agony i was experiencing i wanted to scream i wanted to shout, shout for someone to help me i held my tongue, mostly because i had no idea where i was and by the looks of it there was definitely no people around, then slowly i experienced a blissful release, and relaxed ‘what just happened’ i thought, ‘why did that..’ i slowly turned my head around to look to the back of my shoulder, to be greeted with a swarm of…feathers.

‘’Feathers’’ i repeated, this time aloud instead of in my mind ‘w..why what’’! I regained a sense of alert and began backing up from myself at this revelation feathers they filled my back and pierced out of my skin like a bullet long thick black feathers like a corvick animal or a foul beast they formed a curve to my back they felt incomplete like they had yet to confirm that they were the thing they were, or an uncompleted mission that they had yet to move forward with.’ What in the world was happening’ i found myself saying aloud as i stood up fully this time feeling the bristly sensation of the large masses of quills on my remaining skin, i reached my hand slowly around my side and up my shirt to feel the sensation of all the plumes that had sprouted threw my back just a moment ago, flinching i snatched it back, my palm covered in the almost dried scarlet of the previous agony i was in then it really hit me of what was happening that this wasn't a dream and i was completely conscious.

About an hour went by, id begun to walk this time still feeling rather shook but mindful that i couldn't stay in my spawning place. The repeated thud and trot of my feet kept me calm and so far everything continued to be the dull empty repeatedness grassy plain before i encountered a strage looking entity. It was a human like figure they wore a strapping black suit that seemed to glide over his think body i began to run toward them as i thought that rescue or answers would be in my grasp but as i got closer my eyes adjusted and i saw that the man had no head, well he did but where a normal human anatomy should have completed there was a tv, they turned to look at me i was almost a couple feet away from them and he turned his strange cap to my direction

‘’Well a fine greetings to you neighbour’’ He said with a static texture to his vocals ‘’and what does you wondering threw a meadow at this hour.’’ he glanced to his strangely normal watch ‘’why its almost sunset’’! He looked at me, his voice indicated shock but his television displayed no such emotion

‘’W..where am i’’ i stuttered as i just had the realisation i was talking to a practically living tv.

He paused, for a long time before answering

‘’Why your in avalon my good fine fello’’! He finally replied

‘’Avalon’’? I said hesitantly

‘’Yes my good friend avalon, where everything is nothing and everyone is…’’ he suddenly trailed off ‘’anyways sorry my good neighbour but are you alright’’? His tone suddenly changed to concern.

‘’Wheres the way back to connecticut’’? I said expecting him to give me directions to a train station and was just hoping i might have been hallucinating the tv on his head

‘’I must apologise my friend ‘connecticut’’? He sounded confused

‘’Yes connecticut..’’ he still remained silent ‘’one of the states in the US’’? Still no response, he then jolted ‘’Ah yes.. Em.. i don't know what that is’’ his voice expressed a continuous tone that indicated in confusion, he really didn't know what i was talking about it then hit me, this place felt disconnected from everything i've known from earth, or even just a planet in general the fields seemed to roll forever but there was a sun here so.

‘’Wait, you mentioned sunset’’ i began ‘’what happens at sunset’’?

The tv man made a flinching like movement and then knelt forward almost bowing to me ‘’you aren't from here are you friend’’? I shook my head ‘’well now this is a pickle you are in,’’ he paused as though thinking but since his head didn't happen to show expressions he looked to be in a paused state before he jolted back a second later ‘’do not fret my neighbour i shall assist you’’! He shouted ‘’it is not the everyday that i meet a new citizen of avalon no no no’’ he then turned to my back and placed his hand on it as though to push me forward before his hand flinched ‘’a..aha well.. You em.’’ he stuttered on his words ‘’you’re quite a feathery fellow aren't you’’ he seemed taken a back and i replied ‘’well your a person with a tv for a head’’ he seemed offended.

‘’Well now that i may be but ive not seen one of your kind in a.. Long time’’ his tone became distant and sad before jumping back ‘’never the less’’! He returned his hand on my back ‘’come now to avalon we go’’! He then turned to his blazer he had on and shifted it to the inside to reveal a pocket watch, with a long metal chain attached to it, something like a man from the 1950s would carry. He then looped his figure around the chain and let it swing, it looped his finger three times before there was a distant chime, the ground shook and and all of a sudden a 1957 ford thumberd appeared over the horizon and quick as a flash it curved to stop right in front of us, with no road i was surprised on how it had glided with such efficiency over the bumps and curves of the field, it was a marvellous thing the headlights resembled a bug and had the colour of an oak, brown and rustic it was.

‘’Ah now my friend pop in’’ he then proceeded to fling the back car door open, i hesitated ‘’come now don't be afraid of ol betsy’’! The second back car door flung open without someone opening it as though betsy gestured for me to hop in, i had no choice there didn't seem to be a house in sight so i entered the opened car door, it tightly shut after i was comfortable then hastily skidded and curved before heading in a one way direction.

‘’Come now friend i still haven't yet to know your name’’! He said his voice booming with the static of an old radio.

‘’ wilbur..’’ i replied

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Bo jank Honseman: a frown in a sea of frowns? (and zukos here for some reason too??)

(yes prince thats rough buddy zuko, i too, question the monstrosity i have made)

I recently saw Bojack grouped in the category of frowns [sad shows] in a YT video thumbnail (dont remember the ytber, sorry to that man) in juxtaposition to Smiling Friends, a happy show [a rare smile].

And it may strike people as odd when I describe BJ H☆яɜmɑи as a not sad show. Bc... wtf do I mean by this?: Mainly that Bojack Horseman is a show colored by sadness not because of its contents, but its constituents. Bojack [the show] is tragic and angsty, but not inherently sad.

So for elucidation, the show is mainly comprised of opulence and indulgence, every other day bojack is snorting, sm☆kɩиɢ, transfusing or using a person, place or thing to bring himself enjoyment. The party is constantly raging, he is almost always surrounded by others and leeching off of them to occupy himself. The dopamine saturated and pleasure centered life Bojack has is idealized and not inherently bad. — What makes it bad however is Bojack's friction with the external, the incongruence of his tangible, external life with his quintessential internal need to be fulfilled. — If Bojack were a moderate, adjusted person who did not engage in things objectively malignant and extreme like: ɑʙusɜ and ɑddicτɩ☆и, the things around him would not be objectively bad, as seen with todd and mr peeber bobber, who, despite his flaws, is not drowned, subsumed and destroyed by the nature of his world the way Bojack is. Dwugs, parties and a little buttering the biscuit - the physicalities of life we indulge to varying degrees - are inherently fun, enjoyable things and can be and have been enhancements to people's lives.

As opposed to a character like Zuko [Avatar] who is not initially in conflict with his external [in relation to his internal] and thusly restricted by existential despair and a life he consequently renders angsty. His situation is not one of good soured by his own hand, there is no positive or enjoyable angle to his tragedy that requires a changing of the internal to transmute the nature of his interactions and experiences. His home life is ɑʙusιvɜ and vi☆lɜиτ, his family dynamics are broken, he is ostracized and subjugated and lives in fear and intimidation (it could be worse ofc but there is little good in his pains). He may be a prince but his autonomy is moot when contrasted by his age and the subsequent power his family status grants their household head. — This is reflective of Bojack, who may have social power and dominate aspects of his field, but is forced into undesirable positions by/for his aforementioned field. However, Bojack has no material threat necessitating his psychological and active compliance. He may be ideologically τ☆яtuяɜd as Zuko is by concepts of love, acceptance and honor, but Zuko wears the consequence of his non compliance in his flesh, his internal battle is one of conformity for/as to survive - internal failing conflated with and subsumed by the external. And while Bojack also has scars manifested in the physical such as his hospital visits and bɜɜя laden body, he is fighting a mostly psychological battle, with his tяɑu*mɑs spawning from his non tangible past — A[n immediate] fight he could win if he overcame his internal fixations, wants and whims and simply removed himself from an external situation he is not internally attuned to handle.

But bc he doesn't want to — internally attached to his toxic journey for the reliefs in its turbulence, for the promise of fulfilment he chases within it: things rendered vice by an unstable hand trying to chase a normative enjoyment only found in the normal/healthy enjoyment of things — his angst is born, his tragedy, unsatisfied by things he transmorgs, unsatisfied in the Bojack nature he engages, interacts and changes things. Ultimately, [unsatisfied] with himself.

This is where I note how and why tragedy is born: an intersection of sadness and angst. When the objective and subjective, the internal and external are synthesized to produce a melancholy, a battle one cannot win for its existential and intangible nature.

Tragedy is often associated with predetermination, destiny, and this is my similar rendering of it. Something that could've been avoided or evaded but befalls someone as a sort of inevitability. — When things not inherently sad or bad or malignant are made so as consequence, an immutable poison. This poison is what is tragic - for how it pollutes and ruins and destroys. Its the conflict, the friction, that internal and existential battle.

Which is why Zuko enters his angst phase when he leaves the fire nation. Physically he is freed, safe, and yet his mind torments him - the conflict and friction borne of his incongruence and dissatisfaction with his external, despite how objectively enjoyable it is. This reaches its climax in Book 2, when he has fully relinquished his emotional and social [aka internal/psychological] tether to the fire nation and is thusly relinquished from physical harm and threat — yet can thusly only maintain an internal tether with this pain he has rendered a manifestation of beauty. — He has a loving and caring uncle, a peaceful home, a homely and contributory tea shop which gives him purpose and an almost leisurely life.

Yet when Jin kisses him, when he is confronted with love, unabashed and abounding, his mind poisons it. He has too much internal baggage, he is not able to process things as they purely exist. "It's complicated. I have to go." And ofc it is, Zuko has complicated it through the nuances and conflict of his person. Therefore, he has to leave, reject something he admits is nice, decouple with the tangible, external prospects and reality of his existence for one overcome by angst, existentialism and ideology.

To the tragic antihero - who rejects the good, it is as much their solace as it is their 4377. Solace in the irrelevant tangible, and torment in the all encompassing internal [that drowns and renders all malignant].

So for characters who mess up and hurt others bc of who they are, and not what is currently around them, their lives may not be tangibly sad or tragic or bad, but they, as manifestations of these things, translate them that way. All that enters them is as they are.

Bojack heehaw is sad, but Bojack Honsie the show is one where often, thee malcontent[s] (inculding/especially Bojack) poison and distrub what is around them with their existential angst [AND STRUGGLE FOR EXISTENCE!].

Bojack doesn't have to pursure Penny, he doesn't need to choose fame over a quaint life, Todd doesn't have to reconcile with Bojack, people don't have to watch passively as he [Bojack] squeezes the life from Gia, Princess Carolyn doesn't have to pursue a natural born child, Bojack doesn't have to do a second interview, Ralph doesn't need to be inconsiderate of his family's affect on Carolyn, Bojack doesn't have to call up Sarah Lynn etc, but he does, and they do because that's who they are, and existence is lived in pursuit of the pʟɜɑsuяaʙʟɜ. An empty internal affair that when confornted with the starkness of reality, turns away and rejects, switches off and reverts to the internal, the self[centring]. - Human nature pervades all. The whims and wants of our angst dictate our prioritization, behavior and ultimately, what we try fill our holes with - frivolities, ignorance, ease.

Bojack's world is one of smiles, of ecstasy and indulgence and mindlessness, but there seems to exist an implicit knowledge of the unfulfilling and empty shadow of extravagance. The compensation and the clinical, impersonal nature of it all that we recognize in Bojack's attempts to turn the niceties up to 100. The toxicity in extreme positivity, and how trying to supplement and neglect the substantial weights of your past, reality of your present and the turmoil of your interior slowly collapses the stability of your perception and person.

— The quote on quote pʟɜɑsuяɜs are tragic bc of what a perversion they are, how smth that should be joyous and enriching has been twisted. And the almost good souls that have been trapped in their eternal twisting.

Zuko thought being embraced by that which was elevated and extraordinary would fulfil him, as did Bojack.

However as we do, they knew deep down that the sensory, visceral physicalities and enjoyments of life, meant to entertain and serve as nebulous performance that flaunts the ideal and something to covet after, are no substitute, and exist as vacant methods to occupy and distract us with the palatable and easy.

It is easy to look away and nurse your hubris and stew over what's inside instead of actively exerting your agency and responsibility/accountability in doing what is hard and challenging. —What grounds you to reality and is neither extreme pain or plɜɑsuяɜ, but the virtue in living purely, acting and reacting, accepting things as they exist. - Tending to your true existential need [by abandoning the insubstantial and embracing the tangible good].

— As Bojacko demonstrates [conversely], when left to the devices of our internal: strife ensues.

In a manner very dialectical, our experiences are made up of internal manifestations of personhood - what we expect and what we know and how we transmute things - end up being all we're left with.

Todd Chavez, "BoJack, stop. You are all the things that are wrong with you! It's not the alcohol, or the drugs, or any of the shitty things that happened in your career, or when you were a kid! It's you! Alright? It's you. Fuck, man. What else is there to say?"

we are our own ʜɜʟʟ

not 2 fuggin mention how Zuko's half face symbolism and how his father['s side also] represented the vacuous, indulgent aristocracy while his roku side represented internal, moral values, significant emotional relationships/ties and grassroots rebellion but im big tired & thats kind of a different topic so maybe next time?

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Infection Free Zone early access impressions: Cool maps, rough gameplay

An infection Free Zone, now in Steam Early Entry, has a fundamental premise: Zombies have taken over the world, driving humanity into underground bunkers to attend the plague out. Finally, the radio fires up, and a message goes out that the illness is fading. Whereas the floor remains to be harmful, it’s time to step up and make an try to construct a brand new society. This isn’t my first rodeo with a recreation like this, the place you need to construct a post-apocalyptic society that’s continuously below assault by hordes of zombies. Nevertheless, that is the primary time I’ve executed so from the consolation and security of my very own real-world block. As an alternative of a fictional setting or a cautious diorama primarily based on an precise metropolis, An infection Free Zone pulls from map information to create a one-to-one re-creation of cities and cities, utilizing that data to create locations for looting and increase a base of operations. An An infection Free Zone run begins with the participant selecting the place to start. The sport provides my very own area as a beginning location, and I even discovered my very own condo. The map additionally attracts on real-world information to categorize every constructing. As an example, the walk-in clinic throughout from my condo is acknowledged as a hospital, which made it a really perfect beginning HQ. My condo constructing lacked medical provides, and its dimension meant it will be tough to defend. In the meantime, I may lock down the clinic simply, and assist myself to all that free medication left behind.

Picture: Jutsu Video games/Video games Operators The true-world perform of every constructing elements into the way it’s interpreted in An infection Free Zone. Studying in regards to the perks — and drawbacks — of every constructing in my space can be essential if I needed to outlive. From there, I began organizing my inhabitants into small squads for scavenging the properties within the space for canned meals. We discovered different survivors and began planting meals and constructing infrastructure. Sadly, I haven’t discovered but methods to escape certainly one of two inevitable fates: turtling till I starve to loss of life, or attracting so many contaminated to my fledgling settlement that we’re overwhelmed. Maybe it’s as a result of I reside in a humble Canadian neighborhood the place weapons wouldn’t spawn steadily, however I couldn’t discover sufficient firearms to fend off the countless hordes. You'll be able to play anyplace in principle, however in apply you’re going to want to choose a significant metropolis for extra assets. There are additionally different little early entry points which can be all individually annoying, however construct as much as make challenges really feel insurmountable. Do you wish to renovate a constructing? You’ll must clear everybody out first. Need to dedicate time to analysis? The development tree has disappointingly few choices, in order that doesn’t really feel very satisfying. I managed to plant a number of crops within the park close to my place, however they stopped producing meals. By the point I spotted they wanted fertilizer, my colony was already getting ready to hunger. Many of those issues aren’t broadcast or defined by the sport in any method; I figured them out as I went, and normally died for the difficulty. These annoyances transcend the everyday faults of zombie video games or base builders; they appear rather more associated to the sport’s early entry state. Plus, seemingly every part requires an countless quantity of wooden to construct, improve, or advance. At first, I believed that the best option to get wooden can be to cut down timber, however discovered it’s truly extra productive to interrupt down buildings in an effort to additionally get different supplies, similar to bricks. Nevertheless, that turns what looks as if an unattainable barrier into merely a deeply boring and worsening grind. All these further supplies additionally replenish my storage, requiring a number of micromanagement. It’s all very awkward, and the specter of the roving undead means I didn’t have a lot time to deal with fixing these points. Add in fixed transmissions and radio chatter, and I walked away from An infection Free Zone irritated.

Picture: Jutsu Video games/Video games Operators As an alternative of combating in opposition to the zombies and feeling them emerge as a pure risk, I felt like the actual enemy was the sport itself. A base builder zombie survival recreation like State of Decay 2 could be tough and terrifying, however I at all times felt as if my destiny was in my very own arms. I’d like extra company as an overseer, and extra methods for the sport to evolve. Proper now, my settlement appears doomed to perish from starvation or get overrun by the inevitable hordes. There’s lots to iron out, however that is an early entry launch, and An infection Free Zone has numerous potential. The flexibility to decide on a real-world neighborhood or rebuild society actually from the consolation of your personal house could be very cool. I’m intrigued to see if Jutsu Video games can flip issues round and clear up all of the UI points, early entry bugs, and janky techniques. There’s one thing particular about surviving the post-apocalypse in my very own neighborhood and utilizing my native information to learn my neighborhood of survivors. Alternatively, it’s neat to start out a recreation on the base of a well-known landmark and luxuriate in slightly post-apocalyptic tourism. It’s only a disgrace the remainder of the experience is presently so tough. Source link Read the full article

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if. if you replay chapter 1 of deltarune in the new demo kris doesnt have a save file, instead its empty. maybe it wasnt supposed to be there?? whatever the case just thought it should be said

I *think* that's just what happens if you already played through and overwrote Kris's SAVE, and then at some point your own SAVE was deleted or removed, or you select a different file from file 1. Cause some streamers haven't played Deltarune but are still using the new demo and Kris's name still appears at that initial SAVE point.

Though if that's true, either way when you start at chapter 2 but didn't import or play a complete save from chapter 1, it actually does display Kris as having their own SAVE.

KRIS LV 2 20:03

My Castle Town

Which could be interesting when you consider most of the story still must've played out on its own then, even despite lacking the player's involvement.

Which, as an aside, could say something about the whole weird route which only occurs through said player intervention.

In the first place, why is it called the "weird" route in the files? Considering how bad things seem to go, why not a name with much more negative connotations?

What makes the normal route "normal" despite all the weird stuff that happens in it already?

Why does Ralsei in the weird route expect us to cut away and check on Susie?

How does Ralsei in the normal route even know about Susie and Noelle going on the ferris wheel when he and Kris are standing too far to see anything, and why does he keep asking Kris to "imagine" what those two could be doing?

Ralsei: (Susie is surely thinking of her ride with Noelle...)

Why does it take a player a massive amount of effort to even properly stick firm into this weird route?

What does it mean that during this weird route, in the hospital one of the blue beads is "broken and torn off", now off the track it was meant to be on:

(It's a toy with beads on a track.)

(One of the blue beads is broken and torn off.)

The same beads that seemingly went along with the game's original message of "your choices don't matter" in chapter 1:

(It's one of those sliding bead toys that naturally spawns inside doctors' offices.)

(The beads march grimly along their set path.)

And continues that message in the normal route of chapter 2:

(The beads of the toy march on.)

But I digress, so back to saves. I think it just goes to show how unlike us, who can have 3 saves and mess around with them through copying, deleting, and overwriting, Kris only has the one SAVE, that's either progressing with each update, or has technically existed all along and each chapter release just allows us to actually influence it.

Speaking of saving though, I don't think I've seen anyone point out that Ralsei actually mentions to SAVE when you first come back to castletown after the cyber world, since at that point you're going to be doing a lot of talking and other stuff.

Ralsei: (SAVE and take a break anytime you want, OK?)

It's a simple reminder most games have if you just went through a lot of dialogue and bosses, and you can't save outside of the dark world, but I don't recall if any other character ever does that, and Deltarune/Undertale generally take these kinds of fourth wall breaks seriously.

Even that floppy disk NPC has no idea what SAVEing actually is.

Hee hee hee... Shall I help you SAVE?

... No, I shan't! I haven't the faintest idea what that is...

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Warnings: 18+ Content. Pregnancy, sexual intercourse, cursing, AU CEO Bakugo, Female pregnant reader, angst, some fluff, death, hospital, etc.

Words: 1.0k

A/N: I am sorry it has taken me forever to produce this. I hope y’all enjoyed this finale 🤍

Part Two | Part Three

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There wasn’t a place Katsuki didn’t touch you. There wasn’t a place where Katsuki didn’t mark you as his. The swollen belly should have been enough, but Katsuki’s selfish desires begged for more.

The kitchen table, the floor, the sofa, and the finale being performed on your large bed. Your body begged for more each time you two switched positions. Katsuki is kind enough to be slightly gentle when it comes to positioning you elsewhere. He at least cares enough to be careful with his seed.

There is nothing Katsuki can say or do to make up for the damage he has caused. He isn’t going to even attempt to do so, but he hopes all his love and affection being poured into your whimpering cunt will show that.

“K-Katsuki..” Your tired voice cracks, hanging onto the sheets as they would offer some sort of stability.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t miss it, you dirty whore.” Katsuki chuckled. “You’ve been begging for my cock all damn night.”

“Mm, you are so big, Katsuki.” You compliment through your gasp for sweet mercy.

“Your pussy should be nice and stretched after I’m through with you.” Katsuki teased, pumping his length in your hole. You take in every single inch without complaint, only moans to boost his inflated ego. He does not deserve it, but at the moment, you do not care.

You just want Katsuki near.

Katsuki lets you rest once he is done with you. He is kind enough to stay with you, watching you breathe as you proceed to fall into deep slumber. His naturally fast beating heart soothed you and your spawn to sleep.

A calloused thumb gently rubbed your exposed stomach. Your head laid on Katsuki’s muscular chest. You never thought this would happen, but you are happy it has. You know it does not take away the endless sleepless nights, it does not take away him abandoning you, it does not take away his rude actions yet for this moment, and this moment alone, it all faded away.

“I’m going to take you home.” He whispered amongst your hair.

He is making it right.

“Mr. Bakugo, sir.” The doctor spoke again, catching the blonde’s attention. Tears are welled up in his crimson orbs as he is going to hear the words he desperately did not want to hear again.

Struggling to get to his feet, Katsuki manages to stand. “P-Please—“

The doctor frowned, placing a comforting hand on the male’s shoulder. “She’s gone.”

Katsuki’s breath hitched. The room became overbearing though there was hardly anyone there. Honestly, that is what is best as the CEO falls to his knees. He rested his head in his hands on the ground.

“No,” he whispered between sobs, “no, no, no, NO!”

The doctor sighed, not knowing how to comfort the hysterical man. “I’m so sorry for your loss, Mr. Bakugo, sir.”

Katsuki spent the last couple months making things up to Y/N. The awkwardness between you two slowly faded. You are soon moved into his house, the baby’s crib and other needed supplies inhabit there as well. For the most part, you had an easy life until the day the baby’s arrival is upon you two.

“Katsuki?” You whispered one night as you two lay in bed, peacefully. Katsuki hummed in response, keeping his exhausted eyes closed.

“W-What,” you paused, finding the strength to proceed, “what do I mean to you?”

Katsuki is not sure how to answer this question. Sure, you obviously mean something if he moved you into his space. You are carrying his seed, after all. He has pondered this question more than once, but he is not sure how to express his emotions. He does not know how to do so in a healthy setting. Let’s not forget the guilt he is plagued with as well.

Sighing, Katsuki gulps. “A friend.”

“Oh.” You shakily replied. What is left of your heart seems to be shattered. Katsuki never made things more official between you two, but maybe you are just too wishful thinking. The way he gazes at you and holds you at night has to mean something.

It does, right?

Encounters went on as normal. Katsuki is pleasant to you and you did your best to hide your true emotions. Crying sessions in the shower are common, but you should know better, Y/N.

You two always had it no strings attached.

Screams arose from the bathroom while water rushed down your legs, onto the floor below. Katsuki is quick to rush over to you.

“Y/N, what the—“ Katsuki stops his sentence as he sees the sight in front of him. He does not even give you time to try to walk to the car, he is carrying you there and speeding you to the nearest hospital. You do your best to focus on your breathing.

“Everything is going to be okay, Y/N.” Katsuki reassured you.

Leading you into the emergency room, everyone quickly rushed you to the operating room, not even giving Katsuki the chance to follow or ask questions.

So, Katsuki paced for hours upon hours in the waiting room. His anxiety is eating away at his nervous system. His form trembled with each step he took and he did vomit a few times in the restroom. He is not sure what is going on or how child labor works, but he does not like how long this is taking. So many unspoken words, so many unfinished things, so many promises he needs to keep.

Katsuki has been keeping a ring tucked away for a few weeks now. He wants to keep it a surprise and wait until you both are settled with the newborn, but the future is now forever changed.

“The baby lived.” The doctor reminded Katsuki in the middle of his crying.

Katsuki gazed up, usually caring about his appearance, but this time was different.

“Can I see the baby?” Katsuki sniveled, his tone more neutral than expected.

The doctor nodded, leading Katsuki into the nursery where his baby girl rested. Katsuki’s ice cold heart melted at the sight of her. She looks just like you and Katsuki combined. She already has his blonde hair, but your beautiful facial features.

A nurse handed Katsuki his child. The baby grinned, gazing at her father. As much as Katsuki wanted to hate the child for taking his love, as much as Katsuki claimed he never wanted children, and as much as Katsuki despised putting anyone else before his career, your daughter changed his world.

“She still needs a name.” The nurse mentioned, casually. Katsuki gazed down at the woman.

“I already have a name for her.”

The nurse grabs the baby’s clipboard, ready to write it down.

“Y/N Bakugo.”

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