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sirianasims · 26 days
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seandorothy · 2 years
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frick6101719 · 4 months
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Hi! I hope you're doing goood)) Please do tell, are you going to continue writing the sequel to The Last Songbird? I'm so worried cos SaB now cancelled((
HI ANON
Sorry for taking so long to say so, but yes! I am hoping/planning to write a sequel to TLS. My idea right now is to cover some key moments from the actual duology and explore how they would change in this AU, but I haven't quite landed on how to do that yet. I have written part of one important moment though, and since I've made you wait so long I think I owe you a snippet.
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He could see Inej’s little slippered foot dangling over the edge of the crate. She was still, lying on her belly. He could still hear the Blacktip dying at his feet, but it was Kaz who felt like he was choking on his own blood. Climb, you fucking idiot. He ordered his body like he would order any other Dreg, and because he was Dirtyhands, their lieutenant, the brain and the spine of their operation, his body obeyed. He had to climb from another side of the pyramid, wasting precious time. He was not as agile as she, and there were so many here on the docks, waiting for them, he couldn’t waste a second when she could be—
He turned the corner, saw her lying there frightfully still. He grabbed her ankle, and she stirred faintly at his touch. While a shudder of revulsion passed through him he didn’t let that stop him as he leaned over her body, taking her by her shoulder, his other hand on her hip. He hadn’t touched her in so long—she was so small. He tried to be gentle, but he was not a gentle man, and she groaned in pain as he rolled her over. 
The knife was free of the sheath hidden in her sleeve before she was even fully turned, and its wickedly sharp point settled beneath her breast with practised precision. Kaz almost dropped her. 
“May the Saints receive me,” she whispered. 
“No!” He grabbed her wrist, felt her pull against it, but his grip was iron. She couldn’t move, couldn’t even hold the knife, which fell from her grip with a clatter. 
He struggled to find his voice. “Not just yet, Inej,” he said. His grip didn’t loosen. 
There was no way to be gentle about it, but he slipped the knife back in its sheath and scooped her up, pushing the sound of her pained moans somewhere deep in his mind where he couldn’t touch it, where it wouldn’t drive him insane until he needed it to. I got Brekker’s Wraith. 
He jumped down, and though he expected it, the sharp explosion of pain in his leg was staggering.  For several moments his world flashed hot and white. He squeezed Inej closer to his chest—her body was limp, and though she didn't weigh much she felt oddly heavy. Perhaps he forgot gravity acted on her the same as everyone else, because he’d seen her move like she weighed nothing, and now she was here, almost dead in his arms—
Not dead,  he thought, gritting his teeth. He began to run, each step a fresh burst of agony through his bad leg, but he ignored it. His cane lay tucked in his arm, useless, digging into Inej’s back between her shoulder blades. His Wraith. She’s not dead. 
She groaned, head lolling with the rough, unevenness of his gait. “Did we win?”
He inhaled sharply. “I’m here, aren’t I?” He didn’t want her to ask about winning, or what happened, or how his plan went to hell and left her bleeding, clinging desperately to life. Not for the first time, a dark, gleeful voice—Jordie’s voice—reminded him. 
I’m here, he thought instead, but he wasn’t willing to look down at her.  
“I don’t want to die, Kaz.”
Her voice was small and quiet, and no knife could be more precise carving through his insides and piercing his heart. He swore he’d protect her. He was the worst sort of liar. “I’ll do my best to make other arrangements for you,” he said. He knew it would upset her, and he hated himself for it, but she needed a fire in her to pull through this, and anger was the kind he was most adept at stoking.
He waited for her retort, for an indignant sniff, a righteous proverb—anything—but she remained quiet. “Keep talking Wraith,” he demanded, his voice wavering. “Don’t slip away from me.” Not now. He always knew when she eventually left him it would be his fault, but if he got her killed…
Her head lolled against his chest, and she gave another soft groan. “But it’s… what I do best.” Her eyes were shut. 
He squeezed her tighter again, not caring if it made it harder for her to breathe. He hadn’t been this close to her since he became Dirtyhands, and even through the pain and the panic and the blinding rage, he felt the edges of nausea. He clutched her tighter anyway. She wasn’t going to die in his arms. She couldn’t. “Just… just make it to the schooner,” he said. His words sounded desperate even to his own ears. It had been a long time since he held her—it had been longer since he begged for anything. “Open your damn eyes, Inej.”
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I just realised this is the second snippet I've posted; the first is here.
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rimeiii · 9 months
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I miss Dragalia Lost
I love how it genuinely was one of the best gachas in the market
I love how F2P friendly it was
I love playing my faves because they're all at least usable
I love how hopeful and feelgood the story was despite the dark patches
I'm sad we never got to see more of Tiana, Cecile, Harle, Pinon, Lapis, Lowen, Karina, Vice, Ilia, Mordecai, Nevin, Nedrick, Isaac, Sylas, and the rest of the cast
I'm sad it had to come to an unfortunate, quick end
I'm sad we never got to see more of the Zodiacs
But at the end of the day, Dragalia Lost truly brought me joy, and introduced me to several people I hold dear now
Thank you for the memories, Dragalia Lost.
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moony2moon · 6 months
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SPOLILERS FOR THUNDERHEAD
I can't help but imagine when Scythe Faraday is about to fake self-gleaning and is telling Scythe Curie his plans, he sings "All my loving" by The Beatles
Also after Scythe Faraday learned about Curie dying, he sings "Yesterday" (also by The Beatles.)
I'M OBSESSED WITH SCYTHE AND I'M OBSESSED WITH THE BEATLES, OKAY!? CUT ME SOME SLACK!!!
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lilyznow · 1 year
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Golden bird has fallen Golden bird fly free
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spoiledstrawberry · 4 months
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yesterday I went to a record store, found Procol Harum's first album, freaked out, i was sad because in the end I didn't have the money to buy it, it was too expensive. total frustration HShHSKHHHksJHHKK 😢(laughing to keep from crying)
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l05t1nth3v01d · 2 years
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You didn't slay this time captn😟
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funkylilomen · 9 months
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i want to explain something, just to crush any hope you might've had so you know just how miserable i am about this
Foster and V's fates were actually pretty similar, and it's easy to draw parallels between the two: they both died, they both were sent to The Courtroom, they both lost their trial, and they both were turned into someone/something else entirely
so you might be thinking, "oh, there's a chance V can come back, just like Foster almost did!"
but there's one crucial difference between Foster and V's fates for why that's not the case... how they were changed
to make it somewhat easy to understand, let's use this: think of a soul as a lightbulb, whereas the light it gives off is the outer person, or the person you know them as
what happened with Foster is that, when he was given his fate, the lightbulb itself wasn't changed in any way. instead, it was more like a cloth was placed over it. but the thing with cloths is that they can wear out over time, they can be torn, or they could simply fall off, and the lightbulb will be just fine. Foster was always there underneath, even if Guilt was covering them up
but that's not what happened with V, because The Courtroom learns from its mistakes. V's situation is different: they didn't cover up the lightbulb, they physically changed the lightbulb itself. what i want to say that they took the glass that covers the inner workings of the lightbulb and replaced it with a different color (which changes the light), but i feel that's not entirely accurate for this scenario. i think this one's more like they took the lightbulb and smashed it on the ground, completely shattering the glass cover and damaging the inside. this new being (who i refuse to give identity to) is just as much V as the Vendor was, but is simultaneously nothing like how he used to be. you can try to repair the lightbulb, but it will never go back to its original state
i know this isn't a perfect analogy, but i hope this makes at least a little bit of sense
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likeafantasy · 1 year
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azfellco · 9 months
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Sometimes I think my Spotify is just like the Bentley, 5k+ songs and that's what you're playing?
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j0hb0y · 9 months
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Hiya Papaya! 👋
When i saw some screenshots in a game magazine of the upcoming game called "Skylanders: Spyro's Adventure", like this one:
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I was completely flabbergasted. I thought this game would be like the Spyro Trilogy, but you can play these figures when you buy them and they change up the playstyle; making things easier or more difficult.
There wasn't any game that could compete with this one in terms of interest. However, it was not like i'd imagined D:
I still had lots of fun though and the games have cool concepts (the toy in real life and in-game aspect and in later games combining different toys)!
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iona-xiv · 1 year
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After everything was said and done, I'm still mending my broken heart.
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This year began with a lot of loss. But I'm slowly learning to be okay.
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old-world-bird · 2 years
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Allow me to introduce
The reason why I was dead for the past couple of months
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Me and my fellow @lacyfishhh​ participated in the Horror Themed Game Jam. We didn’t manage to finish it and I don’t have a game to bring up here (which is devestating and also a reason I was lying on the floor in dissapointment for two weeks).
But hey, at least I can show you a bunch of pretty pictures. All these amazing backgrounds are drawn by @lacyfishhh​, everything that has lineart - by me.
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This supposed to be a short story about kinda-modern-kinda-pirate crew, who found remains of a wreckship and some weird thingies there. As we all already know, nothing good came out of it.
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And from here comes stuff fully drawn by me.
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Since it was a poin-and-click game, we decided to add a couple of puzzles/minigames. I still love how these two came out.
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And of course it wouldn’t be a horror game without good old diary reading
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And some tarot cards, because our main heroine is also a fortune-teller. I’m still sad I somewhy wasn’t allowed to draw the whole crew all fancy and trinkets and golden pieces with that classic pirate and fortune-telling aesthetic.
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I mean, I love them, but this could be so much better
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shizenyumi · 8 months
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Countdown D-day ; ありがとう、さよなら。ずっとに愛してる
Perhaps just an unimportant rambling, but I did use this background for these countdown posts because of the bgm (citadel's bgm but the shamisen version, I like it so much). The bgm is calming, relaxing, also somehow it feels like the aides I set there said, "It's okay, Aruji." (How irony when I suddenly cry while writing that line).
Still don't know what will happen after the game's shut down (I met someone at an japanese event yesterday and she said it could be either we can still open it but no update like the other terminated game does, or it will be gone forever). The second one is more possible, however I still hope the first one would be true—even I'll do nothing in my EN server later, it would be so relieving to know they are still there. My swords are still there, at my citadel, living their life as if nothing happened.
And if that option really happened, even though there will never any new update on EN server, I'll be so happy. It's much better than the fact that I should lose them forever—a terrible nightmare, more terrible than my usual nightmare.
I never had any regret to met them. My beloved swords from EN server, I love them from my deepest heart. Surely I love my JP server's swords too (I love all of them, really), but my EN's swords will always had their own place in my heart.
I'll miss them—I'll miss them so much.
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ありがとう、さよなら。ずっとに愛してるよ、あたしの刀剣男士たち
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moony2moon · 5 months
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I've finished The Toll
I have thus finished the Toll. Now I am sad because I have no more Arc of a Scythe content to read because as of right now, I cannot get my grubby li'l hands on Gleanings.
At least I have fan fics to read, and I'm currently working on one myself, but I'm still sad.
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