#my brain is garbled

[stressfulsloth]

Thinking about Disco Elysium and stars. Something about communal experience and simultaneous isolation, hope and idealism, fear and beauty and terror and burning. The inherent horror in the vast romantic starscape of the sky, the melancholy and loneliness inherent in the untold distance, a communal experience of something too enormous to fathom. Stars bear witness to humanity, to the millions of tiny people crawling on the face of Elysium. They watch the people, and the people watch back, and make up stories about the stars. Stars symbolise love, hope, something unreachable and unattainable.

The way that the light of the stars reaches every single being in Elysium, from human to phasmid, but no matter how far it reaches it is still a cold and distant glow, always on the verge of going out. A moral brilliance, a holy light to strive towards, something always at risk of burning out, but there's a dichotomy too. A duality between the stars as brutal unfeeling observers, moralists even, like the aerostatics flying overhead, tiny dying lights that watch impassively over every terrible thing in the world, and the flipside; stars as the burning kernels of hope, furious burning flames that parallel Harry and his golden-orange forest fire nature. Stars as the light of communism, the star-and-antlers. They're hope and dreams- a million years in the stars. Rockstars and superstars. The light of a brighter future (however short-term that future might be) coming towards them at the end of the tunnel. It makes me think of Sacred and Terrible Air and the light pollution in Vassa- ending light pollution as the world ends. "You may laugh at this, but in the evening, when the big world in the distance swells into a bloody maelstrom, families come out into the street in Vaasa and are insignificant together. Only distant explosions disturb the deep peace of the winter night, its flawless starry sky. Everyone watches, heads tilted back." The stars are a shared experience. Something that everyone watches, insignificant together, when there's nothing more that can be done. Light in the face of darkness, community in the face of inevitability. Togetherness. The stars are there in the church with the ravers. They're there watching Harry and Kim together. Insignificant together. In dark times, should the stars also go out?

#i'm collecting quotes for another thing and i just like all of these together idk #disco elysium #de rambling #my brain is so full of cotton wool rn so sorry if this is. garbled sddjjdsk #long post #i am really sorry for the incessant longposts #sacred and terrible air spoilers #pjõl spoilers #i guess? also very much oversimplifying there #i just. idk. i have feelings about that bit #it's the team ibex translation btw #stars manage to encapsulate both moralism and communism lol- inaction+distant observation versus fire and passion and feeling

[acowardinmordor]

I keep trying to find the shape of this idea and it isn't working so instead, the mini version.

Steve gets kicked out post S2 and is sleeping in his car + Eddie finding him in his car but not putting it together bc Steve really really doesn't want anyone to know + Steve doing favors to keep Eddie from spreading it around, not blackmailing, but also not not blackmailing him + Eddie finding out about the flock of nerds Steve is friends with and going 'huh' + Steve noticing that Eddie is actually really nice + Eddie finally realizing a month later that Steve got thrown out and feeling like garbage + the idea that all Steve has at this point is his pride, so when Eddie tries to help and let Steve stay with him and Wayne, Steve gets mean and tries to push Eddie away.

Somehow all that resulting in Eddie's being very persistent, and continuing to be his friend and helping how he can and understanding the way pride does that. Which, naturally results in Steve developing a crush that he handles even worse than directly talking about his situation.

Something something, blow out fight at the end of June, Eddie tells Hop. Things get Strange, and dealers choice whether worrying about Steve pulls Eddie into it, or if Steve pushes Eddie away harder after the Russians

#for real though #fml - my work life specifically #I would like to have enough brain cells left #after the working ends #for me to write #not vomit garbled concepts into a post #cause I'm getting about a sentence a day in the actual fics #the onse I want to be writing

[willgrahameatscraftsingles]

in this TED talk, I will discuss the comparisons between NBC Hannibal and The Great Gatsby. the continuous themes of dreaming for a life beyo- *gets assassinated before I could write the info dump of a lifetime*

#hannibal #hannigram #will graham #hannibal lecter #i could go on and on if i ever put my garbled thoughts together. it's insane. but i do NOT have the brain to actually be the one to do it.

[insomniacirl]

I just really need to point out that Charlie Slimecicle is a man KNOWN for his acting skills (In JRWI and just a multitude of videos and streams where he's created lore), his narration skills, writing skills, etc, etc.

Case and point, he managed to make thousands of people become genuinely emotionally attached to a Minecraft egg and his character of the grieving father, going through all stages of mourning and becoming murderous in his grief- in about a weeks time.

And his acting on Just Roll With It and the places where he really gets to shine through with those skills are just fucking incredible obviously.

NOW IMAGINE CHARLIE SLIMECICLE ON THE GEN LOSS SET. ON THE SET FOR AN ANALOGUE HORROR. WHERE HE CAN ACT. AND PLAY A PART IN A FUCKING AWESOME HORROR SERIES.

#Slimecicle #Ranboo #Sneeg #Generation Loss #Slmccl #The Lostfield Incident #The Social Experiments #Gen Loss #Genloss #I'm so normal about this #I'm not #I'm really not #My brain was like #Imagine an animated house burning down and the flames are shifting between their two different drawn shapes at like 10fps #And there's just a little guy running around in circles inside the house and he's going at like 45fps #And he's making garbled screeching noises #Etc #That's kind of how my brain felt #Anyways though #Moving on

[carrotsnake]

the wildly different reactions you get from the yiga outfit show how likely you're familiar with them depending on where you live in hyrule. from merchants who say 'oh, a yiga are you? well i don't discrimate, anyone is welcome to buy from me :)' to the sheikah's 'link! for a second I thought my time was up...that outfit reflects a truly dark period of sheikah history. many of us have lost our lives to them. now change before i skewer you' and then gerudo travellers are like 'we don't talk to STINKY yiga boys. go eat a banana ugly!!'

#totk #yiga clan #tears of the kingdom #loz #loz totk #yiga #totk yiga #i have so many yiga thoughts that i don't know how to get outta my brain without it coming out like a garbled mess #and the gerudo soldiers throw you in jail #which makes me question if they ever have successfully thrown one in jail before because shouldn't they know the yiga can just teleport out #to the sheikah it's a deeply personal history and ofc they know a lot about their dealings #as they've likely watched many disillusioned young men in kakariko leave to join them. where else do they get their numbers #meanwhile for the gerudo these bandits just popped up in the desert one day and started beefing for no reason #mosquitos #shoutout to the npc who says the yiga have a 'handsome mystique'. this is what i've been saying

[eldritchamy]

A question for Uneiverse (to give you an excuse to talk about it, only if you wanna. Since I also just really hearing about it). What's a detail about it that you really enjoy but haven't gotten a chance to use anywhere story related or otherwise just don't get to play with much (silly or serious)

This ask has been sitting in my inbox for over 5 months.

It's time.

And so, we begin with a question of my own.

What IS time?

We're off the map now. Come with me. Take my hand as we walk through the valley of the shadow of time. We're going to uncharted waters, and I'm going to put the fear of god into you. I'm going to make you ask yourself (and me) Amy, how the fuck does you brain WORK like that?

Let me tell you about time and fate, and about what it means to "predict" the future.

And you will begin to understand the scale of what lives within me, eternally gnawing at the inside of my skull, begging for release.

If I asked you to conceptualize time, what would you say? Is it the neat and rigid tick-tick-ticking of regular intervals on the clock? Is is the fluid, indivisible space between?

Is is all just an illusion conceived by the animal brain to account for the changing shape of the universe as one dimension passes through another, which our three-dimensional eyes are too flat to see all at once, and our souls have concocted for us a comforting lie, that we may pretend to know the universe in its whole, by knowing it piece by infinitesimal, grinding piece, seeing the pan-dimensional amalgam of existence as an endless, continuous sequence of cross-sections in a number of dimensions our meat-circuitry can pretend to process?

Time is shadows.

Imagine, if you will, a sphere.

You hold it up against the light. Suspend it in the air, perhaps, for simplicity's sake. And the sphere casts a shadow.

Is the shadow still a sphere?

Far more importantly, is it even a circle?

At even the tiniest fraction of an angle, the sphere casts a shadow that no longer perfectly represents a cross section of the sphere. It has ceased to perfectly capture the nature of the object that cast the shadow, even accounting for the wrong number of dimensions. It's skewed. You can never unskew it. The distortion is irreversible.

And the floor isn't flat.

The sphere casts a shadow at an angle at a surface that ranges in distance and direction from the object casting the shadow. Is the shadow still an oval? Has it become a shape you can't name?

But the shadow isn't cast upon a floor, even an uneven one.

What shape is the shadow of a sphere cast at an angle upon a field of grass blowing in the wind? By now there's no pretending you know the answer. And even if you could snapshot a single instant of a single shape, the very next instant that shape would change in the breeze as the grass shifts.

The world is not a field of grass upon the ground. The world is endless variation of leaves upon trees, forests upon mountains, birds in the sky, hunting for the bugs that crawl on the branches of the trees. Massive floating pools of water churning in the low atmosphere as humans decide whether that one looks like a mouse or a sheep. So many humans walking, their clothes flowing behind them as they talk, eat, buy goods, shed tiny particles of skin and hair into the wind, their breath adding chaos to that same wind and a hundred miles away a leaf turns slightly more to the left than if that human had said nothing.

What is the shadow of a sphere cast upon that world? Twisted by its unfathomable complexity of shapes and movement?

And now, to make things worse, imagine if that shadow were a tangible thing that you could pick up. That could cast its own shadow not on the floor but up against the wall.

And all of that is if the shadow is cast by a perfect sphere.

Imagine you are a being that can see the shape of time. Could you look at the echo of a shadow of a shadow of a reflection in a fun house mirror, and recreate what it once was?

Could you look at a crooked set of lines upon the wall and know the meaning of cause and consequence? Could you predict what consequences of which actions would lead to favorable outcomes when realization dawns on you that

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖕𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖙𝖍, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖎𝖙 𝖎𝖘 𝖘𝖔. 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞. 𝖍𝖚𝖓𝖌𝖗𝖞.

Time is an ocean of possibility. Each possibility has consequences. Each consequence a sea of new possibilities. How can you hope to understand the shadow of a shadow of a shadow, and not only know what's coming, but how to stop it?

Nothing is fated. But I said something important that bears repeating. Time is an OCEAN. We'll come back to that.

Time MOVES, at least the way we perceive it. I don't like the phrase "everything happens for a reason." I prefer something of my own creation: for every effect, a cause. To achieve a desired effect - a desired outcome - you must change the circumstances of cause that lead to that effect. But there are limits to your influence.

The time to change the course of a river is when the river is still small. The longer that river runs its course, the deeper it shapes and erodes the ground around it. The larger and faster a river the harder it is to redirect it. It will go where it's going, and there's nothing you can do about it. There is an element of momentum that must be accounted for. An element of inevitability.

The path of one person's life, one set of choices available to them in one specific context, may feel perhaps like the current of a river, when you look back on it. But if different changes were made during its formation, it could have taken a completely different path. Ended in a completely different place. And influenced the formation of completely different paths in the future as a result.

But I'll say it again, and you'll know its significance now: time is an OCEAN. It is not a river, but an IMMENSE network of currents with no clearly defined borders, flowing with or against or around each other in an unimaginably complex churning of possibility and consequence and cause and effect. A shift in one current may brush up against another. The second current may shift with it, or crash violently into it, or ignore it entirely.

For every effect, a cause. But for every CAUSE, many POSSIBLE effects.

So time becomes a series of choices beyond number. Each choice leading to fathomless changes in the flow. As the earth turns, some currents flow inevitably in certain directions. If not here, then somewhere else. SOME CHANGES ARE INESCAPABLE.

The universe must be dynamic. If nothing changed, the universe would not need to exist at all. Change is the point. Variance is the point. Choice is the point. The universe exists to know itself, and it knows itself through change.

There is an endless sea of currents flowing in various ways with, beside, against, around each other. Some directions of flow are strongly influenced by the shape of the seafloor and the rotation of the earth. There are changes in the world that are virtually guaranteed to exist, whether because the nature of the universe has made them inevitable, or because changes long past have created the currents that are now too old and too deep to change.

Picture a river again. What happens when you throw a stick into it? The stick is swept up in the current and carried along the river.

Throw in more sticks. Same thing, right? You can make small changes without affecting the overall outcome. Within one large shadow of a sphere, the details of a hundred blades of grass whose shadows are lost within the larger shape.

Anchor a large stick to the riverbed so it can't get swept away. Now, it's just one stick. The water will flow around it. There are small ripples. Tiny changes in the river, micro-currents that will affect a localized area. But on the whole? The river still flows. You changed something. But you didn't change the course of the river.

Add stick after stick after stick until the river is obstructed completely, and the current is forced to change shape.

Which stick built the dam?

Which straw should the camel's back blame?

Back to the ocean. Can you dam the sea? Can you build that dam one stick at a time, by throwing sticks into separate currents, hoping the currents bring them where they need to be in time?

There are patterns borne out from the endless flow of possibility as the ocean of time churns. With all those ancient currents running together, what difference does the wake of a boat make on the shape of the waves? How many breaches from how many whales would it take to turn a current south instead of north?

What if you could make a bigger change? What if an avalanche altered the shape of the seafloor, so the rotation of the earth forces new waters to resist the old currents? So the inevitability of the dynamic universe drags forth a new set of possibilities?

There are a LOT of currents. They've been turning for a long, long time, ebbing and flowing with a billion tides and ten thousand quintillion waves. Choices can make new currents. BIG choices, with a lot of consequences, may even change existing ones.

But the ocean still has a geography to it. There are places where water is forced through the gaps between landmasses, or forced into the shallows, or freed to dive into the black beyond a continental shelf. There are places where, no matter how many changes you make, many currents are still guaranteed to meet.

There are fixed points in time.

What if one of those points is a whirlpool, threatening to swallow everything drawn into the place those currents meet?

What about a whirlpool on the scale of worlds and gods?

How do you keep from drowning?

How do you give yourself the best chance, not of AVOIDING the whirlpool of inevitability, but of entering it at the farthest possible edge, where the right momentum, the right decisions made in the moment you are caught in its gravity, may carry you through to the other side, so you still remain when time marches on?

Is it better to see things coming at all? Or is the ability to see time, to speak a language of the universe that no one else can speak, one of the greatest cosmic horrors you can imagine?

Imagine the burden of time on those who can see it.

Imagine the WEIGHT of being able to see those currents. Of knowing which threads of fate to pull. Of knowing which ripples to make, which waves to break, which currents to shift. Of knowing.

Imagine the complexity of figuring out WHICH changes to make. And the great leviathan of guilt left on your shoulders when the decisions you made - even in pursuit of the best possible outcome - bring harm to the ones you love most, the ones you're most desperate to protect.

Even if you're right.

Even if you played 17-dimensional chess with the wizard-addled corpse of god and knew, with certainty, that if a single problem you had a hand in creating had been resolved more neatly by even minutes, the sticks would not have fallen into place within the dam, and the entirety of creation could have been swallowed piece by piece by the horror you were trying to stop.

Imagine the horror. Imagine the responsibility. Imagine the unending, agonizing pain of the burden of Knowing.

Because what time is, most of all, is a nightmare.

And there's no waking up.

#Uneiverse #worldbuilding #a sufficiently clever person who has meticulously read all of my Uneiverse posts #MIGHT be able to make some pretty reasonable guesses about the plot of the first book by now #is it likely? nah #is it possible to get a CLEAR idea of how any part of this will go? oh not a chance in hell #no matter what shape of shadow you can see .... remember there are blades of grass #is this the most horrifying answer I've ever given? #please scream your incoherent cosmically garbled thoughts into my inbox so I can enjoy your mental breakdowns #I feed on the knowledge that I have changed you on a neurological level #and yes this is the shit I have to live with inside my brain at all times #I mean is that fucked up or what #I haven't even scratched the surface of what god is

[evercelle]

How do you come up with ideas for your more finished pieces like the one you showed in that process guide you posted earlier? Do you just doodle poses and come up with the symbolism aspects after or how do you go about thinking about it? Even though I love drawing symbolism heavy pieces for my favourite characters, I can never actually come up with composition ideas for them anymore

sometimes i doodle first and end up accruing more ideas along the way, but i usually have some kind of a key feeling/concept in mind for the more heavy-handed pieces i draw... for example, this drawing came about because i really enjoy how complex ouma's motivations are, and how there's a huge gap between what he says, what he does, what he wants, and what he's capable of giving in the game... and the one i showed in that process pic was linked to a specific line of dialogue in chp 4 contrasted to the events of chp 5, and what i imagine it must have felt like post-game! hoo hoo

all that's to say: if you want to draw something that's symbolic, you have to start with the meaning first... what is it that's interesting to you about your favorite characters and their stories? what kind of feeling do you want to highlight or story do you want to tell? even if it's just a single image, you're storytelling through the pose/body language, angles, expressions, colors, and literal or metaphorical imagery used. i think if you start from "this is the feeling i want to examine," it'll become easier to think through "what components can i work in to generate that feeling?"... i think. hope that helps...!

#ASK EVER #apologies if this is in fact not helpful. i realize this is starting to sound very vague and garbled #but tl;dr if you want to draw a picture that has a lot of meaning then it's *intention* that drives composition #rather than the other way around...! #though obviously. theres lots of times just yoloing something on a canvas is also really fun and rewarding lol #at the end of the day my advice on this topic is the same as all my other art advice #just get SUPER obsessed with a piece story or character and spend like way way way too much time rotating it in ur brain. yahoo

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Blood Moon: What is coming out of a closet!? What does that mean!?

Eclipse: *laughter*

Blood Moon: WHAT DOES IT MEAN!?

Eclipse: *dying laughing*

Blood Moon, shaking him: WHAT DOES IT MEAN, ECLIPSE!?

Based on this post by @madcatdaderpydrawer-blog

#five nights at freddy's #fnaf #sun and moon show #sams #fnaf bloodmoon #fnaf eclipse #incorrect sun and moon show quotes #incorrect sams quotes #incorrect fnaf quotes #incorrect quotes #source: my brain #extra post #tw caps #tw death mention #eclipse: femboy #bloodmoon: WHAT’S A FEMBOY!? #eclipse: you are such a cishet #bloodmoon: *garbled screaming*

[thetruemek]

DID THEY CHANGE THE FUCKING USERNAME FONT-SIZE?!?! IM ON MOBILE LIKE

#mek garbles #way to go dumblr #if it's not big enough i just don't see it with my adhd brain gnaaaaaah

[sparky-is-spiders]

Tell me ur jon/jonah thoughts

I'm afraid that, while I have many Jonjonah thoughts, they're mostly incoherent snippets of ideas floating around in The Brain Soup. There's a couple varieties, mostly of my brain going "But what if..." -insert idea here- and then refusing to elaborate further.

Personally I'm very fond of AUs where Jon is also a regency man with an interest in the supernatural and they have a corruption arc together. I think they should go around London investigating statements and rumors of supernatural happenings. I like the idea that they were the only people doing research for the institute while it was still getting off the ground, and a lot of their correspondence and journals and papers would've been preserved (although most would be inaccessible/unknown to institute employees). Not sure how Jon would be surviving through the centuries though. Equally enchanted by the idea of him bodyhopping the way Jonah did, just being immortal as the Archivist, and hiding under the tunnels as a weird fucked up monster (I very much love monster Jon).

I've also seen a few AUs where Jonah finds Jon hanging out under Alexandria or something and bringing him back to London to be his Archivist (and maybe also help end the world a little bit). Everyone else is baffled and horrified but Jonah is smitten.

I am also weak to time-travel and/or universe-hopping shenanigans, either post s4 where Jon has to reckon with the Jonah he knew vs the (past? present?) version of Jonah. I think the most fleshed out (read: could be described in more than two sentences) idea I have for this would rely on a rewrite of s5 (at least the ending). I saw a couple posts about TMA ending with Jon trying to go through with his plan only for Martin to decide to kill him (rather than Jon volunteering to die in the hopes they'll end up somewhere else). Between those posts, a handful of "post-s5 Jon ends up in Jonah's time" AUs I've seen kicking around (mostly @/Paptato's "A Game of Cat and Mouse" and @/sm0kebreaks' "My Dear Jonah"), and my desire to see Jon succeed with his plan and kill the fears, my brain came up with the idea "what if Jon tried to get Jonah to do an apocalypse so he can kill the fears for good?" (Note: I often struggle to grasp what would and wouldn't be in character for characters that aren't mine, and this AU in particular may come across as somewhat (or very) OOC for Jon). It's mostly predicated on the idea that, having been betrayed by his friends and his partner for their own selfish ends, Jon came to the conclusion that the fears had to be stopped, and he was quite possibly the only person who both could and would, and wiping out humanity through a fearpocalypse would be the best way to destroy them for good. Thus he enlists Jonah's help in his armageddon quest (conveniently leaving out the part where Jonah would not actually live forever). From here the details get sort of fuzzy (is Jonah the archivist now? is it the Sims Institute?). Mostly I like to imagine them alone in the panopticon, watching the fears wither and starve, waiting for the end. Of course, I'm really not sure Jon would ever do... any of that? Maybe if his corruption arc went further, but I'm not sure the Jon we're given would willingly pursue the end of the world, especially after already being used to end it once. Also not convinced that he'd be very good at the subtle manipulation that would be required. However, I am still somewhat enamored by the concept of Jonah meeting stranger who clearly isn't quite human (possibly helping him recover from hopping realities?), enamored and intrigued by this mysterious person who promises eternal safety for Jonah if only he would help them. I think Jon might come to genuinely love and see some of himself in Jonah, but not enough to change anything. Honestly obsessed with relationships where there's this deep, intimate understanding between two characters, who are mostly on their own/disconnected from the other people around them, but there's still this yawning distance between them that they can't ever quite cross, and I think this specific AU could play into that really well.

#I'm afraid most of my thoughts about jonships are actually only about Jon #and also my ability to write romance is stunted #also I haven't listened to TMA in a while #and am very unsure of my ability to write about characters that aren't mine #(unlike my Wretched Lizards I cannot simply make up new lore/personality traits for Jon every time I get a shiny new idea) #I'm generally better/more comfortable with AUs than with meta/analysis #(again my bastard lizards are an exception to this rule) #but yeah usually what happens is. My brain latches onto an idea. I become too obsessed to stop thinking about the idea but not confident #enough in my understanding of the characters to go much further than the premise and a handful of short scenes #and so I just have a bunch of general ideas floating around in the Soup. (this is what happened to my favorite jon crackship #(jon x og!elias) an idea that came from nothing and makes no sense but is almost constantly in my thoughts) #but yeah anyway. Fond of Jonjonah #I've got a couple of fic recs if anyone's looking for them (but do keep in mind that I am Not discerning and will basically read anything #with those two with very few exceptions) #but yeah anyways. Thank you for the ask!!!! #also sorry it took me a bit to answer #needed to get my thoughts in order because otherwise I would've only been able to respond with garbled screeching noises

[heat--end]

i wonder if i do have some kind of auditory processing fuckery with me cause ive had Noise Jumble happen way too much or just other things related to noise. dunno if thats an autism thing or not because its not only my sound sensitivity but also. "Hey what the fuck did you say repeat it 6 more times please. Wait I got it". i dont know its weird

#its not like i hear bad cause i hear things its just my brain registers it as garble sometimes. SOMETHING is going on up here

[crimson-catalyst]

i keep wanting to look at and show people more arts of my new demon ocs but i CANT because it DOESNT EXIST. my brain is playing cruel tricks on me

#i forgot my chatter tag #legit my brain is like OH go show x the (garbled) drawing of (smudged writing on hand)! #and i have to correct myself in the act of opening the person's dms that I Have Nothing To Show

[prismaticheretic]

Hmm having thoughts and feelings about how I put in my two weeks today and my boss did like. Virtually nothing to persuade me to stay. 2 1/2 years, and I put in my all and she just nodded? I'm not surprised by any means, but like damn. Off to bigger and better things though 💖✨

#leigh vents #brain garble #I have been up since 1:30 AM and my toe really hurts #I'm going tk sleepies

[rosegolding]

OKAY SO DECIDING WHAT TO DO HERE this is going to be low activity so im not jumbling around, but the itch is certainly here for this silly man .

I am going to choose to play him main verse rather then post just so I can explore that part ( just uuh dont think about it too hard contextual/time wise gfdgfd ). But Ill play by ear too if you want post-Rose! Im loose on this so ya know, however the wind blows!

Im going to type a quick overview of things when Im not at work whoops, but just to get this out here because its been a major problem in the past that kills my muse quickly.

Please don't? Sort of write me in a corner by having a muse be super hostile to the point that it kind of,,,doesnt go anywhere? Kinda hard to explain 🤔 Like obviously as a villain or a moral-grey it's warranted, but to come from muses who either wouldnt know about the event, wasn't there personally, wouldnt feel about it one way or another or such a thing wouldn't affect them, etc it's daunting to make a good thread or interaction from that. Obviously galar muses/gym leaders and what not would feel some kind of way because it affects them directly. This is more for post-Rose then anything. I think this mostly comes from playing as the MC and having that first player perspective and meta when your muse is someone completely different. This happens like every game and it's bound to happen.

And again I'm not saying be nice or sympathize cause how your character or muse feels is not up to me (like rich dude literally is trying to set up armageddon for a problem that's not really a problem so--), but dont expect any deep plot or ic growth w/ Rose if they're hostile always right off the bat.

Hope that wasn't a jumble to get through gdfgfd BUT YA KNOW, when all else fails, feel free to plot or ask me if something is ok : > !

#☼ ˚ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵒᶠ ʷᶤˢʰᶤᶰᵍ ˢᵗᵃʳˢ ⊹ — ooc #idk if what I typed up there makes sense gfgfd #whenever I try to explain somethin' complex my english just....garbles into spanish brain trying to find a word for a thing LMAO #but yeh! excited he got reception though #and plots of vengeance-I see u

[vraska-theunseen]

i think i wholly dreamt a book and im like devastated that it's not real. the details are already fading from my mind but what did my brain mean when it was talking about achilles and patroclus and their myth being alternatively called "the only man to walk out of hell". what did my brain mean when it apparently combined achilles and theseus by including a detail of achilles burying bodies in knossos. why am i so boring that i vividly dream about reading an ebook on my computer and highlighting passages and cross referencing details of myths to wikipedia pages

#take me back i was onto something what were you fucking talking about... it made 100% sense in my brain #it's like a garbled version of something i do in real life which is read stories based on greek mythology and look up details details about #the original myths #alex talks

[albatris]

rental car book two chapter 14:

Quinn Cooper Threatens a Giant Immortal Vampire Hivemind that Exists Beyond Human Concepts of the Law with Legal Action

rental car book two chapter 15:

Extremely Tired Vampire and Lawyer Alexis Anders is Forced to Deal with the Aftermath of Quinn Cooper Threatening a Giant Immortal Vampire Hivemind that Exists Beyond Human Concepts of the Law with Legal Action

#anyway yes partway through book two quinn manages to essentially threaten and bully The Entire Garble into #playing fair for four weeks or so and NOT immediately making Nat's brain explode the moment #nat finds out he was turned into a vampire to kill the garble #essentially quinn uses their wits and a fuckload of explosives to bargain for a fair fight #the garble then finds as many loopholes as possible to still make life hell in a way that DOES NOT permit #quinn cooper to explode the entire core of the hivemind #(unrelated: the garble has decided quinn is probably bluffing bc it would mean a LOT OF DESTRUCTION AND DEATH and lots of #quinn's friends are vampires. BUT. quinn is unstable and violent enough that the garble cannot be 100% sure #quinn is bluffing fjfkdkd. quinn is just Like That. I'm explaining Quinn's whole thing badly and real quick bc that is NOT #what this post is about) #the garble keeps finding loopholes and quinn is getting pissy about it and is like alex this is a breach of contract right??? #and alex is like hmm not technically.... i cant really see anything here that would be a breach of contract..... #n quinn is like. hm ok well you should probably start looking harder and find one fast bc i said some VERY stupid things to #a hivemind the other day and also you're my legal representation in these negotiations now also welcome back how was melberra haha #a rental car takes a left down rake street and disappears