Found this in the game files and now I'm heartbroken. I always assumed Aylin breaks her oath when she kills Lorroakan because she says almost the exact words a paladin feels if they break their oath, but I, like an idiot, never even considered that she might be angry at her mother.
mike telling will it's not his fault he doesn't like girls and will destroying castle byers to symbolize the loss of not only childhood innocence and what was but also the loss of his most treasured safe space. mike threw that back in his face—his biggest, most sacred and unspeakable truth; the one that's haunted his entire life and damned him to this—and he specifically ripped their photo down the middle while calling himself stupid and tore everything down because god dammit he WANTED to play dnd with mike forever and never get girlfriends because they were supposed to go crazy TOGETHER and being friends was the best thing they'd EVER done and now castle byers can't be his safe space anymore because it's been tainted. there's too much mike. there's too many reminders of his stupid, stupid dreams. it's no longer a safe harbor—it's just a reminder of his naivety, his childish dream that someone like him could ever get what he wants. and he's clearly still hurt by that because we knew previously that will trusted mike more than any other party member and even his family. he told him first about everything with the upside down and he was there through every part of his possession. will loves mike more than anyone, but after that rain fight he just doesn't trust him with that stuff anymore. "because what if they don't like the truth...?" with that knowing, searching glance. because he WANTS to tell mike. even now, after everything, he still wants to be honest with him. to be himself with him again. he's DYING to and we know that because will doesn't like to lie, least of all to mike, but he's damned if he does and damned if he doesn't so he rips the band-aid off and confesses under his own sister's name. an ugly compromise because he can't keep lying and he can't keep listening to mike think so lowly of himself but he can't be honest either. because he doesn't trust that mike will still like him afterward. if mike said that to him before he knew, what would he say after will confirmed it? like. GODDDDD THE ANGST OF IT ALL.....
I NEED to update my Radiance's gijinka design I stg I have such cool art ideas for her and PK but I am. So lazy.
Two sides of the same coin, equally as awful morally grey people that would maul each other to death if put in the same room, I love them 💜
I need to also focus more on her role in my AU because while I've rewritten pretty much the entire thing she was left behind and now idk what to do with her in the long run oopsie. All ik is that she ends up being mortal or near mortal after her fight with Ghost and Flower and she is Not happy about it, but it's also the only way PK would have left her alive and Flower is big on second chances so now she's just here, bitter and angry and a shadow of her former self (and actually I just didn't have it in me to kill her before I could do something cool with her + I like the potential dynamic she could have with other characters)
a thing i have JUST realized, isn't the human brain amazing lol -- is that we talk about izzy's thoughts and feelings on ed, on blackbeard, about how he serves one but not the other, etc, etc, and how it means he never loved or even respected the True Man Underneath It All but rather the bloodthirsty legend of a pirate--
e x c e p t izzy is not the first person who makes the distinction between edward and blackbeard. it's ed himself, when he says "actually, i want to be called edward from now on".
before, when he was with stede, it didn't bother him at all that the crew called him blackbeard. that was his name! he was blackbeard, what else would they call him. only stede and izzy got to "ed" or "edward" him, because they were closer -- stede was his first close friend, izzy was his friend and first mate for decades. (note that fang was with ed the longest, but he doesn't call him by his name! you gotta deserve it.)
izzy doesn't do anything inappropriate or out of proportion when he snaps at the crew to call him blackbeard or captain -- that's who ed is, is supposed to be, to them. they're not friends! they even call stede captain, and have you seen that guy?
it's ed that makes the connection between his current state: draped in fuchsia robes, singing sad songs about how sad he is, showing his vulnerable and emotional state in front of people who are supposed to respect and trust his authority. and by that he splendidly loses that authority, to the point that wee john calls him ed, and when izzy snaps at him for disrespecting his captain, ed goes no, actually, yknow what, do call me edward! and then he goes on to encourage the crew to sing as well and hey, actually, why are we being pirates! we should do a talent show!
the distinction is clear here. before all that, in izzy's eyes, his boss was blackbeard, captain, ed/edward -- different names for different occasions, but one and the same guy. but now? this guy singing songs in a pink bathrobe doesn't want to be called blackbeard, he's edward! ed time now! we're going to eat marmalade and express our feelings in front of everyone! and hold talent shows! Ya Hoo !
yeah, it's no wonder izzy doesn't want that. he wants his competent captain back, and this current dude, edward? he's not him. so, uh,
you know i'm not gonna feel bad about saying it anymore even if i want to. he's literally the biggest covert narcissist i've ever seen up close. it's shocking the way i fell for it, it makes me feel so stupid. he postures like he's a stray puppy on your doorstep in the rain; please let him into your warm, dry house and feed him. and he really, really lives in this act. i'm sure he thoroughly believes it himself. he believes all of his lies he tells himself about how innocent and unseeming he is.
when i first met him i pitied him so deeply; i thought wow, i've never seen such a sympathetic creature. he has nobody. he's helpless. well that is true. he has nobody because he can't maintain healthy boundaries with anybody. and he's helpless because he can't be helped. there is no such thing as a completely hapless victim in this world, especially not at an adult age.
don't let anyone position themselves like they're just a lost little boy in front of you. you'll excuse shit because you think it's naivety or immaturity. and it might very well be those things. i'm sure he's as ignorant and childish as he believes he is, as he fears he is deep down. but you won't come along with your compassion and your worldly wisdom and rear him up well. no, he's stuck like this. gentle encouragement doesn't work with him.
what he needs is a stiff fucking reality check, to look himself in the mirror and recognize his faults. you won't get him to do that after he's manipulated you into excusing all of them. he'll break your spirit before you break his, and his is one that needs to be broken. but it can't be. it's self-sufficient through all of the misery he inflicts onto himself. it thrives on that. the more people draw reasonable lines and tell him not to step over them, the more he'll think he's trapped by the world. when these are the same lines everybody else lives through.
once you find yourself in a situation where someone makes you feel guilty for doing anything without them or saying no to them, go johnny go. go go. you are past the point where you can expect them to respect a boundary. but that's the hardest point to recognize it, when you feel like you've helped them so much but still not enough. you still have hope that your kindness will do anything for them. it won't. and this is a lost message on anybody who needs to hear it in the moment, because they've already been manipulated not to see their situation for what it is. but it's an awe-striking realization to have in retrospect. and it feels like there's no catharsis, because for all the work you put into helping (which eventually becomes fixing) that person, nothing was actually done.
beware of the sympathy vampire. someone you immediately find your heart bleeding for like never before. they know they are draining it from you, and they never plan on giving it back. never. when you come to expect the least amount of kindness reciprocated after all you've done for them, you won't get it. and that is the point you'll realize the whole relationship was never what you thought it was, and you'll have more issues than whatever it was you came to them with, expecting them to help you like you always have for them.
Sometimes, that’s how life can feel for us. Whether the roof’s actually caving in on us, or we’re just getting beat down by the petty setbacks of life. Whether it’s the one big thing, or thousands of little things that keep piling up, really doesn’t matter much.
Because when life feels like that – no matter how we got there – it’s easy to get tunnel vision, to get stuck. To feel like we’re all alone.
And either end up in despair. Because it’s just too much for us to handle.
Or feel like we have to do it all ourselves. And finding out the hard way that we literally can’t.
Either way, we end up in the same place. Feeling worried. Overwhelmed. Burned out. Alone.
All because we’re making it harder on ourselves than it has to be. By trying to do something that we were never meant to do. By trying to do it on our own.
So what’s the alternative? What were we meant to do?
It’s simple. So simple that it’s easy to miss. In the middle of all of the setbacks and just busyness of life.
Even in today’s Gospel. It’s easy to miss. In the middle of all of the bad things that Jesus talks about.
You and I were never meant to go through life feeling abandoned and stuck.
You and I were never meant to do it alone.
But sometimes, that is what it feels like. Like we are one our own.
Actually, that feeling that we are alone? That’s the great lie that being overwhelmed tells us.
But no matter how loud that lie is. No matter how strong that feeling is. No matter what it feels like. It cannot change the simple reality that God will never abandon you.
Even when you can’t feel it, God is still there.
In the words of Pope St. John Paul II, “Remember that you are never alone. Christ is with you on your journey every day of your life!
He has called you and chosen you to live in the freedom of the children of God.
Turn to Him in prayer and in love. Ask Him to grant you the courage and strength to live in this freedom always.”
The "God" we made from unethically sourced flesh and metal won't talk to us anymore so I'm gonna abandon you guys and the project and hope it doesn't remember my name or face
I want to take a moment to talk about Gale's "obsession" with Mystra, because I've had that thrown at me a lot when discussing his character with players who hate him.
First off, I'd like to emphasize a point that many people already know: Mystra groomed him. Though his exact age when she "slept" with him isn't known, a new document that's been supplied in the epilogue confirms he was merely "eight summers" old when she took him under her wing and sent Elminster to find him. Mystra, in fact, has a vast history of grooming little boys, to the point that many parents hide their sons from her gaze if they show an early aptitude for magic. Though Gale did have other lovers before her, Mystra was really all he knew throughout his childhood, and the power dynamic was not equal. It makes sense that he'd have trouble pulling away from her at first, especially since she convinced him that she/the Weave were his only value in life.
Second, I want to discuss something most players probably aren't aware of. In D&D lore, there's a place called the City of Judgement. This is essentially D&D limbo, where all mortal souls go to be judged after death. Bad news for atheists, if you don't believe in or worship any gods, you're known as a "faithless", and since no gods will grant a faithless entry into their domain, your soul becomes part of the Wall of the Faithless.
In short, a faithless' soul will be sucked into the wall, where it will guard the city and suffer endless torment for all eternity. This fate isn't only reserved for faithless, however; it's also a punishment for fallen Chosen or anyone who's been abandoned by their gods. Like Gale. He's absolutely terrified, and he tells you as much if you romance him. If you keep things platonic, he alludes to it during the "go to hell" scene. This is compounded by the fact that raiding demons sometimes attack the City of Judgement, tear souls from the wall, and drag them to the Abyss, where they're used to spawn new low-level demons or to feed their masters. There's no good ending, whether a soul remains trapped in the wall or not.
Gale doesn't explicitly say it, but he's contemplating his own death here, as he probably did the entire time he was locked away in his tower. This is why he's so quick to agree to kill himself for Mystra's forgiveness. It's not because he's "obsessed" with her or because he wants her back, it's because he'll literally go to hell if he can't convince her he's worthy of her twisted sense of forgiveness. By the time we meet Gale, he's honestly over Mystra in all romantic sense, and even more so by Act 2, whether you romance him or not. He's simply...
Bakugou is, for all intents and purposes, a massive baby.
God forbid you leave him for ten minutes before he starts wandering around the house looking for you. Mercy on you if you go out to the grocery store and don’t take him. And how dare you even consider get up to get a snack when he's in the bathroom, letting your shared spot get cold.
These things, he can not let go easily.
Naturally, this slips your mind every once in a while because a peaceful life with Bakugou Katsuki doesn't exist. When you forget, he makes it his mission to force you to remember his clingy ass.
Tonight, it would appear to be no different.
It's 02:30 when you snap back to reality, bleary eyes blinking to get your bearings back.
The lamp on the side table blinds you momentarily, there's music coming from the tv- credits, you deduce, from the show Denki had raved to you both about. When you angle your head up, you're met with a firm jawline that lets out a loud snore from the slight disturbance.
Katsuki never was good at staying awake during these things.
Smiling up at him, you're quick to place a tender little kiss on his chin, watching as the corners of his mouth twitches slightly. Gently, you slip out of his arms and cover him with the blanket, using the parted lips releasing the smallest little snores to ensure his slumber. He smacks his lips and turns slightly on his side, as if chasing the warmth you'd taken away, and you click the tv off to keep him in the dark. You shuffle your way into your bedroom to get your own rest; you shiver once you slip under the covers, the fabric cold from the lack of use and lack of Katsuki's body heat.
The minute you do warm up, however, you're out like a light, and you remain so for a few hours.
But then, there's someone at the end of your bed. You feel them, and it wakes you just barely. You shift the blankets higher on your shoulder for protection from whatever your subconsious picks up, and just when you feel normal, something speaks.
“I’m gonna kill you.”
The raspy voice coming from the foot of your bed is more than enough to snap you from your sleep, but it isn’t until you see the massive, bulky frame that your heart sinks and you scream, you scream as loud as you can, immediately scrambling to the corner of your bed.
“Stop screaming, it’s me.”
Your shaking hands immediately shoot to the lamp next to your bed and upon flicking it on, you’re greeted by a sleepy Katsuki, blanket around his shoulders and sleepy scowl on his face, as if you’re the one who just inconvenienced him.
“You freak! What are you doing!” You snap, quickly rubbing your eyes to knock the sleep from them to properly scold. He merely shrugs and smacks his tired lips, indifferent to the previous heart attack he’d given you.
“Left me alone on the couch,” he says, dropping the blanket onto the floor before crawling into bed next to you, casually. “We were snuggling. You abandoned me.”
“You-! I was-! Why-!”
“You’re lucky I love you so much,” he says, burying his face into his pillow and making a grabby hand for you, “c’mere, wanna spoon.”
Your heart, still pounding in your chest, finally lets breaths of air in, your hands trembling as you flick back off the light. You’re still mad, now shaking with fury, and as you roll to have your back facing him, you try to take deep breaths to calm down and not smother the man you somehow chose to love with a pillow.
“Hey,” he grumbles, tugging your sleep shirt. “Come here.”
“I can’t fucking stand you, Katsuki. I don’t even want to be in the same bed as you right now, you scared the fucking shit out of me.”
“Didn’t mean to,” he says softly. “Jus’ wanted to be close to you.”
“And you thought threATENING ME AT THE END OF OUR BED WAS A GOOD WAY TO DO THAT?”
He goes silent, and you almost think he’s given up, and just as you blink your stinging eyes, he suddenly rolls on top of you, knocking the wind out of you at his heaviness.
“Katsuki!” You scold, but it’s shrouded in laughter, an absolute contrast of how you just were talking all of ten seconds ago.
“Now you can’t leave,” he says, cockily. “You wake me again and I will kill you.”
“You woke me up just now! You could’ve easily come to bed like any sane person!”