#hmf spoilers

[mduhgv-erbzlih]

can anyone tell me what is going on in the third photo? i can't tell what's in it but it looks like there's a brain in the middle maybe. i've included some upscaled different versions if it helps.

it feels like one of those AI generated images where i can't identify anything but i don't think that's what it is. maybe i just need another pair of eyes on it and it's really obvious?? i can't tell, i've been trying to figure out what's going on in it for a while

source ^u^

additionally, the confusing image is called "modification3" with the eyes being "modification1" and the hands being "modification2"

#jared hmf #jared dftm #happy meat farms #don't feed the muse #muse arg #hmf jared #jared's it file #jared the it guy #does this count as spoilers?? #maybe?? #i'm not realy sure what the spoiler etiquette is for ARG fandoms #hmf spoilers #dftm spoilers #muse arg spoilers #modification3 #jared warrenheim

[mandrakebrew]

your honor i love her

#mine #pyjak.txt #hmf spoilers #also i learned she's 47 #my dilf/milf emporium continues to grow i guess

[kingsdodecahedron]

drew IT

#rlly like their official design actuallyyyy #muse #muse arg #hmf #happy meat farms #dont feed the muse #muse arg spoilers #Alex bale #arg

[midnitestory]

Ghost Trick

SCP#: XXX

Code Name: Sissel the Phantom Detective

Object Class: Euclid

Special Containment Procedure: SCP-XXX and its owner are located at Site-12, and are provided with necessary accommodation. SCP-XXX receives specialized treatment for its abilities and physical condition. The living area comprises anti-spectral material to prevent SCP-XXX from escaping via telephone lines.

Description: SCP-XXX (Sissel) is a male black domestic cat (Felis catus) currently owned by ██████ and her family. SCP-XXXX displays human intelligence in problem-solving and communication but cannot comprehend human objects or the ability to read.

SCP-XXX has displayed physical and abstract anomalous powers, a physical trait being immortality. According to its owner, SCP-XXX is ten years old despite being a juvenile cat. This physical trait is due to the pieces of the Temsik meteor lodged to SCP-XXXX during its kitten age.

In terms of abstract powers, one of the most significant powers of SCP-XXX is what it calls a 'ghost trick'. By possessing inanimate objects, it can operate and control them. It can do so by moving its soul to the object's core. There, SCP-XXX can perform 'tricks', AKA manipulating the movements of the objects, usually for quick navigation to another core.

SCP-XXX can also communicate with deceased individuals as long as the person's consciousness is still responsive during death. SCP-XXX would perform its influential ability, which is to rewind time. It can only rewind time to 4 minutes before the person's homicide, where SCP-XXX can prevent the person's murder or other tragedy.

The Foundation discover SCP-XXX while investigating the meteor crash site at Temsik Park after detecting a unique anomalous radiation. When a deceased individual is near the radiation, they become conscious and gain ghost trick abilities.

When questioned about the incident, the rookie detective, ████, retold the events of when she was a child. She was a hostage of [DATA EXPUNGED], where strange occurrences occurred, which saved Lynn in the process. According to ████, SCP-XXX was present during the incident who incidentally died and received fragments of the meteorite.

Because of its problem-solving skills, abilities and continued cooperation, SCP-XXX will participate as a member of the Mobile Task Force Alpha 9 ‘Last Hopes’.

@dzthenerd490

#scp fandom #dzthenerd #SCP: Horror Movie Files #SCP: HMF #ghost trick #spoiler warning

[danceswithdarkspawn]

Find the Word

Uh. Hello. I haven't done one of these in a while. Also I got slapped twice by @oceangirl24 and @fattybattysblog so thank you lovelies for that. Gonna do both in one go so lots of words.

Words given: chowder, clatter, visage, eternal, skeptical, irate, juggernaut, lime, superhero; reach, blood, metal, snicker, smirk, cough, hack, slice

Words for others: bird, nova, twilight, rain, fire, harsh, quiet, echo

Gonna Open Tag this because I think all my usual tagging suspects have played, but if you see this and would like to play, go ahead!

Two of Swords:

She took little pleasure in the mundane return routine she established months ago, something she did to calm her nerves after long hours of travel. The scrape of a brush across her gelding’s hide reminded her of shifting sand underfoot. Maker, she was sick of sand. The training yard’s clatter told her of Inquisition forces crashing against Adamant’s walls. An errant war cry from some children playing in the garden transformed into a dragon’s Red Lyrium roar, and she swiftly left for quieter spaces.

Broken Bird, chapter 3:

Leliana’s voice breaks me from my reverie. When I meet her eyes, they are brimming with a question. The fire frames her features, leaving no space hollow. There is something there in her visage, something beyond that of an unwitting Chantry Sister; a knowing that I cannot quite describe. Her eyes are piercing, staring through me, and I can feel my throat tighten. “Then why are you afraid?”

Stricken Canticles:

Reverences thick with the haze of sleep spill unendingly from her lips; her fingers leave trails of eternal flame in their wake. But she succumbs, spent, leaving me to marvel at her form in the wan light.

I’ve never been keen on religion. But I would defile this place again and again if only to worship her.

looooots of reaches Griffonheart Bonus Chapter:

Her boot hit something solid, and the back of her knee nearly buckled against some piece of furniture, and she sighed. Finally, Leliana thought, reaching back to catch herself on what she expected to be the edge of the bed. She instead found the back of a couch. It'll have to do, she thought, grabbing Ariel by the collar and collapsing onto it.

also lots of blood, for example, Broken Bird, chapter 9:

Morrigan laughs. I look up to find her staring down at her bandaged hand, fussing with the cloth. “Truly, I would never have guessed that a Grey Warden could have such an aversion to blood. Did you not imbibe darkspawn blood to become what you are?”

“What you did was blood magic,” I hiss. 

“Maybe it was,” she admits. Her arms recross, and she eyes me critically. “‘Tis a skill of Flemeth’s, and it served well, did it not? She will always bear the scar, but the wound is closed, and she is not at risk of infection.” Morrigan’s eyes search for a moment. “Why? Would you have preferred I did nothing? What if it spread to her blood? What if—”

...also a lot of metal, sensing a pattern, Broken Bird, chapter 10:

A scream echoes throughout the chapel, loud and bitter and rattling. Akin to a dragon; the dragon that watches with unknowable eyes. My fists feel raw against the floor, catching shards, pulling my hair, flailing against anything and everything. Bone breaks, glass shatters, metal groans underneath an ire that could destroy me utterly.

Broken Bird, chapter 11:

“You look like you’re in love, is all.”

My throat closes and I sputter, spewing out the drink. It hisses and flares dramatically against the fire, creating a torrent of flame in its wake. My throat, eyes and nose sting as I cough into my elbow. When I glare over at Eran, his expression is split between concern and mirth, but he breaks into laughter after a moment. “Fuck you,” I mumble into my arm.

Also from chapter 9:

“I have not told you to do anything.”

“Then what the fuck do you want?”

“‘Twas never about what I want, Warden. What do you want?”

I recoil. I can’t think past the scathing words that hack away at my throat, threatening to spill free. There is plenty I want, more things than I care to describe, or think about, or anything else. 

But more than anything, I think I want silence. I want its comfort and its peace. Things I’ve not known in a lifetime. 

“I don’t know.”

#tag games #find the word game #dao: broken bird #dai: two of swords #dai: hmf #griffonheart spoilers #dances writing tag

[pessimisticshapewithablog]

New RELICS OF THE OLD FAITH

Dialogue from Aym and Baal + Narinder

Spoilers below.

BAAL

Master! Aym? What is this place?"

"So much color... so many creatures..."

"...master?"

My thoughts

The first thing he does is call out to TOWW and Aym and that makes me so soft🥺. But his next line is an eye opener for me. "So much color.." Has he has never been outside of the the Gateway?! I know the twins were given to TOWW as children but it never clicked that they WOULDN'T remember their time on the surface. "So many creatures..." Same as before the twins don't remember their time on the surface. It's only been the twins and TOWW for a very long time. It's a wonder they remember Forneus at all...

AYM

"Back! Stay back! I will slice your belly open! I will cut that crown from your head!" "What foul place is this? Moments ago I was... I was..."

My thoughts

This man went full "get back you savages" lmao. Also way more violent than his brother, then again it seems as though Aym was reliving his final moments whereas his brother was not. "What foul place is this?" Rude Aym that's our temple. He seems less disoriented by the new scenery and more of the sudden change of location. "Moments ago I was... I was..."

Narinder

"Hmf. Baal and Aym? I did not take them. They were given."

Um! WHAT! My guy you cannot be dropping lore pearls all willy nilly! So it WAS his followers or, someone, who went to Forneus to take her kits!

"Intended as keepers, perhaps, but they were young and in need of guidance. Must I be blamed for my influence?"

Why would TOWW think these children were meant to be his keepers? A keeper is "a person who manages or looks after something or someone." If anything TOWW was meant to be THEIR keeper. I have noticed that TOWW really dislikes being made to feel responsible for things he did not want nor ask for. He says something similar after he is defeated. He doesn't seem to grasp that his actions and inactions have an effect on others. Even though he doesn't want them to. (A man/cat/god after my own heart...)

"Salvaged from the void, they are yours now. Do what you wish, scornful God. I care not for them."

Really Narinder? His earlier statement makes it seem a through he begrudgingly decided to become a sort of teacher/mentor to the twins but NOW it's whatever. This man is so tsudere it's frustrating. Or he genuinely CANNOT form emotional connections to people which may explain his actions....

Questions...?

The thing about Aym and Baal is how did they end up where they were. Their revival is completely unlike the resurrection ritual and is the reverse of the sacrifice ritual. It appears as though the twins were sacrificed and we trade two of our followers to take their place. It makes you wonder: where do the sacrifices go? Because we never see any in the gateway, TOWW only ever references them as having been done in his honor. Their souls go somewhere else and not to him.

Conclusion

While I am happy we get the resolution of Forneus reuniting with her sons, i sorta wish there was more 'substance' to it, ya know. From what I can find there are no interactions between the twins with TOWW or the Lamb. We never learn anything about them. Even with the new content.

#cult of the lamb #cotl #cotl relics of the old faith #cotl relics of the old faith spoilers #cotl aym #cotl baal #im happy #but kinda disappointed

[ivy-legend]

edited the return video from the happy meat farms arg. warning for video distortion, flashing at the end, and free bird. also hmf spoilers.

#happy meat farms #dont feed the muse #video #eye strain #flashing #apologies for the repost im trying to fix the tags

[dzthenerd490]

I have some complaints about certain things in the SCP:HMF. In your au, you explained to me that there were “foundationist” basically immortal fascists of the foundation. I’m going to be honest with you, I don’t like the “foundationists”. Like it is so strange to have the staff being immortal and being huge jerks against regular humans, it feels so out of place, it feels like they belong in a different canon of your AU. I also don't like how it is achieve so easily, yes there probably is a SCP that easily do it but I don't like how 05 just easily does it like you said they really don't care but they should because there is literally a canon where the foundation realizes that death is a necessary part of life. The cannon is called “The End of Death” if you are wondering. 

This brings me to my second problem, which is the portrayal of the global occult coalition. Like you portray the GOC as just typical genocidal maniacs that want to kill all anomalies in the world. Like the foundations are supposed to be the protagonist of the HMFverse, however because of the Foundationist thing of them wanting to recreate a SCP-5000, like how can I root for them? I support the GOC more because of those “facists”.

I don’t blame you for just portraying the GOC as “KILL ALL ANOMALIES” it's that how they were written back in the early days of the SCP wiki. Nowadays, GOC should be a professional, elite organization as the anomalous wing of the UN and essentially a global organization with the governments of world powers supporting it and should be as powerful and well equipped (if not moreso) than the Foundation. 

 The GOC are anomalous themselves (literally made up of 108 paranormal organisations, religions, and other groups), their leader is D. C. al Fine, a shapeshifter, thaumaturgist, and ontokinetic. Heck in the canon UNFOUNDED (basically a canon where the SCP Foundation doesn’t exist and the GOC are the protagonist) she is a grown up version of Sigurros.  

And to the extent of which they destroy anomalies. In most cases when said anomalies are inherently dangerous and can't be reasoned with. As a matter of fact they are pretty cool with people with powers living normally as long as they don’t use said power to hurt people.

Woah! Okay let's get to work I'm going to chop down your main points to answer them but please be aware I am in no way disregarding any of the details of your points I'm just organizing my answers.

Your Point on Foundationists - I actually forgot about the "End of Death" Scenario when I was coming up with the immortality thing. I just didn't want time to be a hinderance since I do have a timeline in SCP: HMF and figured it was stupid that the Foundation had so many ways to strengthen and rejuvenate the vitality of its employees, yet it was only ever reserved for the O5. That was mainly my own frustration in manifest.

HOWEVER, I also have other things planned for the Foundationists which is why I won't be getting rid of them or the immortality concept, sorry.

But you made a good point though, and it has got me thinking about how I should potray the Foundationist's form here on out. I'll keep it in mind. Thanks!

Your Point about the GOC - ... Okay I have a confession to make I don't like the GOC. I know you're a GOC fan, but I don't like them I actually hate them. since there with the UN I think of them as politicians and Bureaucrats that waist time, not focusing on the real issue, and often make things worse for everyone even themselves.

Yeah, I know the GOC has anomalies within it, I've made it a rule that they make exceptions for SOME anomalies (mostly more human looking ones). I've been trying to find something or think of an OC SCP that could possibly work with being allies with the GOC instead of the SCP Foundation, but I haven't got much except for some Resident Evil characters (minor spoiler, though I won't say who).

The main reason I made the SCP Foundation describe the GOC as a bunch of gun nuts is because in the Foundation's eyes they destroy opportunity. YES, the GOC doesn't destroy every anomaly the come across but for those they DO destroy the SCP Foundation feels as though it's a loss in potential anomalous science. In the eyes of the O5 even dangerous anomalies can be useful, therefore they want to contain everything anomalous. That's why the GOC calls them Egg heads that send good soldiers to die for suicidal science... or they call them SCP Fucks like everyone else.

I haven't made this clear as of late, that's my fault and your right. I'll try to make more tales in the future where the GOC and the Foundation can have actual conversations and talk about their organization's philosophy to each other rather than just insulting each other.

My overall Response - The Foundationists and the Global Occult Coalition. These are problems I actually already had planned to deal with; HOWEVER, that is not an excuse. I thank you for giving this criticism because one you have actually pointed out a few flaws I didn't consider like the immortality problem which I'll be sure to make a few more tales that will be specifically about that issue. two, now I'm sure to which tales and files to put a rush on after my break. Though I still have the queue so it will take a while... sorry.

But seriously though, thank you so much for your criticism. I know everyone wants to be told their writing is flawless and amazing which I'm guilty of that too but that's just now how it works. For creativity to thrive it must go through new experiences and criticism is quite possibly one of the best experiences as it helps it grow the strongest under criticism. Also being told what works best, that works too... actually I think both works great together. I'll be sure to use yours to make my writing better. Again, thanks!

#DZtheNerd #Ask #Ask Response #Response

[otomelavenderhaze]

I hate how the game is making Marina the victim, but I guess, it’s better than make her the villain and spread the misconception that any possible victim of sexual harassement can be a liar or worst.

Even so, I hate that the game forces me to validate it’s own misconception.... if they didn’t want to mess up the stigma about cases like these, then they shouldn’t have done it as Rayan’s arc!! 

#personal #hmf #ep13mclll #spoilers #spoiler

[crystalbahamut]

victory in stages

FFXIV Write Day 10: heady

Summary: You’re used to being liked because you’re useful, but it’s harder to believe someone likes you for…well…you, and you’re not brave enough to ask. Luckily, you have a plan to get around that. A stupid plan, perhaps, but a plan.

Warnings: Shadowbringers spoilers, unspecified/ambiguous WoL, they/them used for WoL, WoL has low self-esteem, such low self-esteem they have to get knocked about the head, literally, mild violence, 2nd person, G’raha Tia/WoL

Words: 3,363

 ---

Purging the remnants of the Lightwardens from you would have been enough to make you feel weightless but combined with the defeat of Emet-Selch, the fact that you had gone into a fight and come out with no causalities, the fact that G’raha Tia had stood in front of you, hurt but so gloriously awake and alive…

You were so overwhelmed by gratitude, by things going so right for once and so drunk on the heady feeling of absolute victory you had surged forward and grabbed G’raha in your arms and squeezed. He had gasped and hugged back, stammering your name…

…But now, a couple of days removed from it, you’re wondering if you hadn't just…startled him.

“Did you travel back to the Source without telling us?”

You jolt up, taking your chin from your hand and sitting back to face Alisaie and Y’shtola, who look unamused and amused, respectively. “Sorry,” you say. “What were you saying?”

Alisaie rolls her eyes and looks askance at Y’shtola. “It’s probably a good thing we made them sit with their back to the Crystal Tower or we’d never catch their attention again.”

You frown. “What's that supposed to mean?”

“Oh, nothing.” But Y’shtola smiles into her cup as she merely holds it to her lips. “You seem to be very deep in thought, is all. One has to wonder what has caught your mind so thoroughly.” Her smile widens. “Or who.”

You duck your head between your shoulders at the insinuation. “Oh, it’s not…”

“Please, you’ve been asking after the Exarch ever since we got back from the Tempest,” Alisaie says. “Haven’t you gotten tired of his company even a little?”

“I haven’t seen him since we came back.”

Both Y’shtola and Alisaie lose the teasing edge and sit forward. “What?” Alisaie asks in disbelief.

You shrug, very uncomfortable with where this conversation is going. There must still be some sin eaters around somewhere that need killing, right? That seems like more fun than being subjected to Y’shtola’s and Alisaie’s very special brands of tough love. “He’s still the Exarch helping run an entire city, and I’m just…what he needed me for is done. There’s no reason for him to want to see me.”

“Did he say that?!” Alisaie asks and starts to rise.

“Oh I severely doubt it.” Y’shtola grabs Alisaie’s sleeve and pulls her back down into her seat. “You know our friend and their insecurities.”

“Hmf.” Alisaie crosses her arms but looks less murderous, at least. “Honestly, I thought that would all be assuaged by that show of affection in the Tempest. I didn’t know a hug could be so fraught and romantic.”

“I think I just surprised him.” You stare down at your cup. The tea is likely lukewarm but you don’t pour more; you doubt you’ll drink it. “I’ve been meaning to talk to him, to ask him if–…Back when we first explored the Crystal Tower, I thought maybe he might…but then he locked himself away, and that answered that. But before we went to fight Vauthry he said some things that implied maybe he…might feel something for me, but I haven’t asked him about it since, and…”

You look up and jerk back. Alisaie and Y’shtola are both just staring at you. You feel like crawling under a rock for the rest of your miserable life. “It’s stupid, isn’t it?” you say and hide your face in your hands. “Gods; please forget I brought it up.”

“The Exarch spent a hundred years trying to prevent your death,” Alisaie says, speaking slowly. “Nearly sacrificed his own life to do so, calls you things like his ‘inspiration’ with sickening amounts of adoration, looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky, and you don’t think he’s madly in love with you?”

“I don’t know if he likes me romantically.” You duck down into your shoulders again. “Just because other people think I’m a hero that needs to go on living doesn’t mean there’s any deeper attachment to it. Stories can inspire, but at the end of the day they’re just that– stories.” You take a sip of your drink and grimace. It’s not even lukewarm anymore. “Also, the stars thing…technically I did bring back the night.” You put the cup down. “But I was supposed to do that. Now that I’m not useful anymore–”

“Warrior!” one of Lyna’s soldiers says, nearly breathless as she rushes up. “The captain bid me give a message to you.”

“What is it?” you say and stand.

“There’s been sightings of sin eaters accumulating over by Sullen; they seem to be disorganized and frenzied– likely starving and desperate– but there’s a similar issue by the Ostall Imperative that has most of the soldiers occupied; they won’t get to the settlement in time. Please, will you–”

“Understood.” You grab your weapon and relief surges through you– it’s terrible, probably, considering the danger people are in, but at least you can still be considered useful. “I’ll head out to Sullen right away.”

“Wait for me!” Alisaie says, leaping after you and you hear Y’shtola and the soldier talk about grabbing Thancred and the rest of them just before the two of you run off.

 ---

There is nothing quite like a successful battle, you think as you trudge back into the Crystarium with Alisaie emanating the same sense of relief behind you. Your blood is raging and your mind is clear; you feel like you can fight a primal. Maybe two primals. You feel like–

“Thank goodness you’ve returned safely.”

You stop so suddenly Alisaie bumps into you. She curses but you don’t really listen to what she’s saying. How can you, when G’raha is standing right there, looking so radiantly healthy and smiling at you like he truly is grateful to see you.

“Coming to see us back? I hope you weren’t worried,” you tease, and are rewarded by a slight flush of his cheeks.

Thancred mutters something too low for you to hear and that’s probably for the best, as Alphinaud chokes.

“Yes, well.” G’raha clears his throat and smiles. “‘Tis always a pleasure to see you all return safely.”

“And here I thought I might be special,” you say, with absolutely no acrimony.

Alas, G’raha doesn’t blush, but there is a rather fetching mischievous sheen to his expression when he says, “There was never any doubt of that.”

You swallow hard. Is he flirting? Does he mean it like you want him to? You almost mean to continue– to see how far he’ll let you go– but apparently the healers have been warned of your coming because a few of them come to escort you to Spagyrics, and as you sit for healing and bandaging and whatever else, the adrenaline settles and you start to second-guess everything again.

“You see?” Alisaie says pointedly. “He was waiting for you.”

“He was waiting for all of us,” you say and sigh. “And I was…was I inappropriate? I don’t think so, but…”

“By the Twelve, you can’t be serious,” Thancred groans. “You were so brave not half a bell earlier, I thought you were making real headway.”

“I always feel braver after a battle. It’s…” You try to think about it. “I guess after fighting for my life everything else just seems easier.”

“Would that we could bottle that bravery for you,” Thancred huffs and stands, shifting his shoulder and thanking the healer.

You sigh. “If I had a gil for every time I thought–” Wait a moment. You can’t bottle it…but you can try to manipulate it. All you have to do is talk to G’raha immediately following a fight. And that isn’t a difficult thing to do– leatherworkers need Smilodon skins, Hoptraps breed like crazy…

Alphinaud says your name as if cautious. “What are you thinking?”

“If I’m not brave enough to talk to G’raha normally, I can make myself brave enough to talk to G’raha,” you say and punch your fist.

“Excellent work, Thancred,” Alisaie says sharply.

“Y’shtola is going to kill me,” he groans in reply.

“No; this is a great idea,” you insist, because it is. “I fight things all the time and I’m still alive! This is perfect; it’s just a little adrenaline rush, nothing big.”

“Y’shtola is going to kill you,” Alphinaud sighs and Thancred nearly whimpers.

You are going to prove them all wrong and find out once and for all what G’raha truly thinks of you.

Win-win.

 ---

So your first fight does…not quite go according to plan. You found a strange looking horse while traveling through Lakeland and tried to get a better look at it, only to be immediately kicked back by hooves and knocked out. At least the sun is still out when you wake up again, but when you try to get up your ribs are definitely badly bruised, if not mildly broken. You use what healing magics you have to patch yourself back up and carry on your way. You try not to be grateful that you can’t find the horse again.

You find a botanist in a spot of trouble and help him by gathering lumber amongst a gaggle of angry triffids. It’s perfect– you get knocked around a little bit but dodging branches and putting down angry trees is surprisingly challenging and gets your blood flowing. And you help someone. A win-win indeed.

You try to clean yourself up just a little bit and head straight for the Ocular, only to be stopped by the guard.

“So sorry, but he’s in a meeting right now; no interruptions,” the man says regretfully.

“Oh, of course!” It makes sense; G’raha is still The Crystal Exarch, leading a city, doing so many important things…

The rush fades quickly and you head back to your room in defeat. G’raha comes by later, looking so sorry when he apologizes for missing you earlier, but you do your best to wave him off.

“It wasn’t that important,” you say and thankfully a yawn overtakes you.

“I’ll not trouble you any longer, then,” he says and steps back, bids you goodnight.

You watch him leave, thinking about calling him back with every step, and yet he turns a corner without a word from you.

You sigh, but it’s only day one. Tomorrow will be better.

 ---

Tomorrow is not better.

Neither is the day after that.

Neither is the day after that.

You are a capable fighter, truly– sometimes you think it’s all you’re truly good for, being thrown at violence like a martially adept doll– but you just keep having problems. Most of them are scheduling conflicts, as G’raha is still an important man and you still have responsibilities of your own, but the healers are proving far too troublesome as they seem to intercept you ninety-percent of the time. You sourly wonder if they have a magic mirror they can watch the world in as you trundle back to your room late one night.

Or perhaps they have informants.

The next day you take a little break. Or so you tell everyone. Y’shtola seems quizzical (you wonder if no one told her about this plan of yours) and your other friends seem relieved. Especially Thancred.

“I’m just doing a little delivery job this morning,” you tell them. “No fighting; since I’m carrying goods I’ll be avoiding confrontation. I’ll be back tonight.”

Sure enough, when you get back from your delivery you spy a healer watching as you come through the main plaza, and when she sees that you’re well she goes back to Spagyrics.

Snitches. Well you’re not so easily foiled– you go back to your room and then use the aetheryte at Fort Jobb to get back to Lakeland proper. The strange horse has been spotted and a few other hunters with Clan Nutsy are keen to take the job. With help, it shouldn’t take you long at all, and G’raha is almost never busy at this time of night. It’s perfect.

 ---

Up until you get knocked headfirst into a tree. That and the fact that it takes much longer than expected means you all but storm into the Crystarium later than expected, and feeling too foul to see G’raha. Sure, you can fight a primal, but with your mood you’d chew up and spit out a Lightwarden too, which is hardly conducive for a love confession.

But then there’s G’raha, calling your name before you get too far. “I was looking for you earlier; Urianger said you’d gone to your room but–” He jerks back when he sees you and his eyes widen in surprise, and concern, and so much care that your anger fizzles like an overloaded lamp. “What happened?”

“Bad luck,” you say and sigh. “And if I see a healer I might…do something I’ll regret. I’m sorry, G’raha, but maybe we can talk later.”

“Oh no; the blood on your face is worrisome enough, but the way you look makes me think you may have a concussion,” he says. “Pray, if you will not see a healer, would you allow me to care for you?”

There is a right answer, a wrong answer, and an inappropriately desperate answer, and your tongue twists on the latter. G’raha doesn’t wait for you to speak– he grabs your hand and pulls you along behind him, and you become so focused on that (he’s holding your hand) you barely realize what’s going on before you’re in a room in the tower you’ve never seen before, where there’s a bed and a nightstand and…

Maybe you do have a concussion.

“Here,” he says and sits you on the bed. It’s a really nice bed.

“With as much as you do I’m surprised you ever sleep,” you say and feel over the soft top blanket while he prepares something or other for…something or other. Why are you here again? You try to shake your head and gasp in pain. Right. Concussion.

“Easy; no need to cause yourself more pain,” G’raha murmurs and sits next to you. He cleans your face as gently as he can and you try to hide how much you ache regardless. You feel a little clearer, a little more focused, and you try to remain that way. “And I don’t sleep much, but it looks like you’re picking up my bad habits, friend. You’ve been keeping so busy lately,” he says as he bandages the cut on your forehead. “I feel like every time I try to see you you’re out doing something or another.”

“I’m not…doing that much.” You swallow. “I’m just trying to be useful, and, well, fighting is all I’m good for.”

“It’s not all you’re good for.”

“It’s helpful,” you insist. “For me too. I needed to–…to…”

“To?” G’raha repeats and you wonder if maybe the concussion can take you now, because G’raha has always been the same when he gets one little piece of information– he hounds about it. Relentlessly.

You sigh. Heavily. If it gets too hard you’ll clam up, and he’ll be disappointed, and then where will you be. But G’raha says your name, and so you steel yourself to try. “I needed…to be brave,” you say and wince as he dabs at a cut on your hand. “I wanted…I wanted to talk to you.”

He slows his motions and then stops. “My friend,” he says gently; he’s always so gentle and sweet it makes you nearly sick with want. “What would make you so afraid to talk to me? After all we have been through together, surely you can tell me most anything?”

“It might be stupid. Presumptive,” you admit. “And I…I don’t want you to think less of me.”

Gentle fingers touch the bottom of your chin and tilt it up. You stare into crimson that somehow looks so adoring, but does he adore you as a savior…or a person? “My dear friend,” he says. “There is nothing in this world that can make me think less of you.”

Staring at him, you feel your heart pound like it’s going to burst out of your chest and you think– you can’t do this anymore. If you don’t find out you’ll go crazy; you have to know, whether it hurts or not. “G’raha, in Kholusia, before Vauthry– were you talking about me?” you say, trying to speak as fast as you can, before you lose your nerve. “Do you like me? Romantically?”

He stares at you. Dumbfounded.

Like he couldn’t possibly have predicted this.

You swallow a lump of tears and feel shame settle upon you heavier than the world itself. You look down to try and maintain some dignity. “F-forget I said anything; I’m so, so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I swear–”

“I thought I was obvious.”

You blink. You lift your head and some of the nausea quells. G’raha is smiling softly at you and wringing the cloth in his hands, even though it’s nearly gone fully dry. “I didn’t want to pressure you,” he says. “You seemed to shy away from me so I thought I would give you some time to figure out your feelings, for mine– mine have always been thus, ever since the first time I saw you again after you cleared the labyrinth and my heart swelled to see you safe.”

“Really? Even then?” you ask.

“Oh, most certainly.” It is adoration in his eyes as he slides his hand over your cheek and you lean into his touch. “How could you sound so disbelieving?”

“I’m just…me. I go where I’m needed and do as I’m told. If anybody else had the blessing they’d be twice the hero,” you say but you can’t help but slide your hand over his. “But you, G’raha, you’re strong and smart and kind and clever and you’ve always been so much more; are you sure you–”

He kisses you so suddenly he has to hold your shoulder to keep you from falling back. But it’s so good, you forget all about trying to talk some sense into him. He pulls back to pant for air and you try to stop the swimming of your head. You are not letting a concussion get in the way of this. “My friend– my love,” he corrects and it’s your heart that swells. “Anyone could have had the blessing and not been a tenth of what you are. If only you could see what I see.”

“I-I can try.” You know it gets tiring for people to have to listen to what you think about yourself sometimes– even your friends have gotten fed up on occasion– and you don’t want to drive him away. If he thinks you’re good enough for him, you can but try to be good enough for him– without getting knocked in the head again, you hope.

“Good,” he says simply and brings your hand to his lips to press a kiss to the back of it. “However we will have to continue this when you no longer have a head injury.”

“It’s not that bad,” you say and try to lean in for at least one more kiss, but you wobble, and the next thing you know G’raha is laying you on the bed.

“I’ll be checking in on you often to make sure that concussion isn’t severe.” He squeezes your hand and smiles. “By morning you’ll take back everything you said, for how much you’ll want to murder me.”

You squeeze his hand and return his smile. “If I didn’t drown you in a puddle in the Shroud, I’m not going to be that cross with you now.”

You fall asleep to his laughter.

 ---

When morning comes it’s even brighter (in a good way) than it has ever been. You and G’raha have breakfast together, and hold hands, and when G’raha kisses you goodbye as you leave him to get some work done you practically float across the Crystarium to share the good news.

Your friends, touchingly, are very happy for you.

Y’shtola doesn’t even kill Thancred when she finds out what incited the whole thing.

(It’s a near thing though.)

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2021 #ffxivwrite prompt 10: heady #ffxiv fanfic #warrior of light #g'raha tia #wol x g’raha tia #wolexarch #wolgraha #romance #fluff

[zebra-all-the-time]

I finished Carmen Sandiego last night. I have some notes.

*inhale* wHAT A GOOD SHOW. THAT SHOW MADE ME FEEEEELL THINGS. VERY GOOD THINGS. VERY SAD THINGS. VERY LOTS OF SCREAMING THINGS.

Characters amazing 😭. Devineaux was my favorite and I love him so much.

The show??? Is so smart???? Like not predictable?!?? To me at least :)! I love love love shows that are smarter than me and hit me in the back of the head with “GOTCHA” when I least expect it.

THE. ART. And not just the animation style! (that of course has me smiling and shaking my hands like a little baby, tho.) I’m talking about how EVIDENT it is that the whole crew of this show knows what they are doing and treats storytelling like an art form. UGH! SO GOod. So good. The story flows BEAUTIFULLY. And I feel good that I UNDERSTAND why they did what they did.

Overall I give this show a 8.5-9/10. GOOD. SOLID. SHOW. WOULD AND DO RECOMMEND.

Below the cut is spoilers only for my peeps who have watched the show :))

HELLO CARMEN SANDIEGO FANDOM FKSKFKKEKFKDKF

Okay I’m from Boston so Zack and Ivy annoyed me a little at first bc I was like “... HEY. 👉👈 >:1 I don’t sound like that! And fkkskgks we don’t talk like that... and people their age do’t usually say wicked hnggg not unless they were joking about being Bostonian,,” but also I’m from the suburbs so what do I know. But!! After a while, I found them both so endearing. Their relationship made me so happy and the fact that they were their own people?! Both outside from the Boston stereotype AND each other?!? AAA I love em I’ll smooch em. My favorite scene of the whole show is probably them singing “More Than A Feeling” I WATCHED IT OVER AND OVER IT JUSF MAKES ME SO HAPPY.

HHHHHHHHHH VILE IS SO GOOD. I’M SORRY I REALLY LIKED THEM VILLAINS. It was really cool :)

The whole confusion about who should be against who and ACME and VILE trying to figure it all out and messing up who was fighting with who also made me smile. Idk ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ good storytelling

I was a little meh about how in the end they were like “oh just tell ACME where VILE is so everyone gets arrested and the day is saved ‘once and for all’” because,,, uh,,,,, couldn’t they have done that from the beginning, then? You know,, when they actually *knew* where VILE’s base was? Uhh??? If that would have solved everything then why did it take so long?

Hmf I’m annoyed that we never got Player’s real name. I’m fine not knowing Carmen’s because I feel like she was Carmen for so long that it probably less confusing when talking about her and using that, but fkkskfksjfusjsj I want to know Player’s. I read a single fanfic and the writer called him “Quinn”, is that a thing? I mean I like it. But Idk where it came from is all :)? Lmk tho👉👈

tbh?? Same with some other characters?? (I wanna know El Topo land Le Chevre’s first names :,) EDIT: thank you @hey-yall-cam in the comments you reminded me!

And finally: found family ow. Found family good. 😭 found family rIPPED FROM MY HANDS O W. GLAD EVERYONE GOT THEIR HAPPY ENDINGS BUT C O M E O N

#Good show. #Carmen sandiego #Pspspssps Carmen Sandiego fandom come here I want to hug you #I’m so scared that I’m late bc the show is over

[mduhgv-erbzlih]

don't feed the muse

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[honeychats]

⁉️ Feast episode spoilers ‼ I REFUSE to believe that after what we have seen in this season adrien would let go of his ring so easily. If he is childish enough to be like "HMF" when ladybug doesn't return his feelings in frozer, he better protest against returning his ring to fu. Or if in the case he takes it by night to see him look everywhere in his room for his ring while calling plagg to come out.

#ml #ml leaks #miraculous ladybug #cMON at this point they are close friends!!!! he cant give his ring without hesitation

[heroofthreefaces]

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#doctor who #fan art #cartoons

[crysdrawsthings]

30 Day SWTOR OC Challenge (20, 21 - Moruhin)

Day 20: Conclusion

How did they want their story to end? How did it actually end in the Class Quests (Chapter 1-3)? What about Shadows of Revan? What about KOTFE? KOTET?

Day 21: Coda

How do they change after their story? What is their “epilogue” like? Is it different from canon?

The Outlander: Are they the “Outlander” or do they have another part in the Alliance? Do they leave the Alliance or stay? Do they still consider themselves a member of the Sith or the Republic?

Contains AU stuff, so beware. Also spoilers.

So, dream ending for Moru is, as I perhaps mentioned somewhere, becoming extremely powerful and as immortal as possible. Ever-youth for bonus points, but not really necessary, there is a lot of ways to deal with aging. 

So from a certain point of view it can be seen like no ending at all. Like, you know, never ending story. But I guess if there mast be an ending it must something so Extra (tm) and unthinkably world-changing that she will be remembered to the end of days. Like, die but take that blasted Republic into the Void too. Or something like this world effecting.

Her story in first three chapters ended quite close to canon story. Darth Nox, Dark Councilor. five companions, some connections and a bit f personal powerbase.  Against canon Thanaton and Zash ended alive, some other changes (can’t came up with everyone right know). Also, ya know, that part about Vitiate-senpai. AU is so AU. 

SoR is happened in a far more different way that vanilla happened, KOTFE|KOTET not happened at all. 

During her story... Well. Came in some kind of inner peace with her spirit word related abilities. Like. No need of more EXTRA SUFFERING from using it. Hmf. Discovered these abilities in the first place. what surely had it’s toll on her mental state and character. Also, talks while sleep. Constantly.

Also meet GrandPa Kallig and finally get an verification of her “royal” roots and all that stuff, that possibly were troubling her. Bot that she was in an strong need of one, but... It surely helps.

Rise to the very top of sith hierarchy, observed Empire from many sides, come with her own view on it and how it must be. Also get some important connections, lover and, even various kinds of friends. And enemies. More enemies, obviously.

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