ОНИ ОНИ ОНИ 😳😳
I can't wait to play WAAAAAA
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I feel like people must’ve forgotten how objectively horrifying Spamton NEO is, like on a psychological level. Once he goes NEO, that’s the point of no return. The only way out of it for him is to basically die.
Not to mention Puppet Scarf’s flavor text:
Yes, Ralsei can no longer cast healing spells as effectively with it equipped, but think of the implication; that’s Spamton. By the time he goes NEO, he gave up on healing and making amends. By this point, he’d rather go out and kill everyone who wronged him (or he thinks they did) than seek forgiveness, or forgive them himself.
And in Snowgrave, he has no problem with letting (or even encouraging) someone commit mass murder if he can take advantage of the situation.
He may call you out on it, but by that point he’s mostly projecting his own self-hatred onto Kris.
But if we adhere more closely to the normal Ch2 route, it’s implied that he still had murderous intentions with NEO.
And even if you end the fight by sparing him and get the Dealmaker instead, it's already too late for him. He went NEO, and there's no other way it can end for him.
In other words, NEO spells his doom.
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throw a bone, i’m finally home
buck/eddie | 17.9k | rated e
for @colonoscopys; i love you like a dog 2: christmas boogaloo
The clothes are still heaped over the duvet messily, but the suitcase, the massive cross-country-move-sized suitcase, is open and in the centre of the room, and Buck is sitting sadly inside it.
“Oh, Buck,” Eddie says softly, torn between unbearable fondness and an ache that threatens to crack his breastbone.
Buck’s endless legs are pretzeled tight, criss-crossed and tucked under him where he’s squeezed himself into the suitcase. He barely fits—he’s curled himself uncomfortably small and his knees are indented by the zipper teeth on either end.
He looks at Eddie, bottom lip pink and chewed to hell as he tries very valiantly to hold in a pout.
“Eddie, I—” he starts, and then cuts himself off, looking at the clothes on the bed and chewing his lip some more.
“Baby,” Eddie says, “do you wanna come with us?”
or, home for the holidays is a person, not a place, and a puppy can be for christmas and forever
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Jack Off Jill’s Jessicka & Tura Satana/My Ruin’s Tairrie B in 2000
Shot by Amelia G & Forrest Black
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