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siover · 11 months

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i may be just gasping at straws here but there is something just. so insane about how the nature of kendall and shiv’s relationship is somewhat cannibalistic. like shiv spitting in his drink and kendall drinking it anyway and the ‘i love you but i cannot fucking stomach you’ and the idea of kendall being the sacrificial lamb in 2x10 + shiv’s ‘can’t eat’ . like the whole consumption aspect of it all.. just wondering if you had any thoughts on it i suppose!!

YES very true. the kitchen scene is a callback to their childhood in more ways than one--it reflects the siblings' relationship with each other and with food and how they're linked (dyou remember the summer of competitive eating disorders:)). its notable that only shiv and kendall say they're hungry despite none of them having eaten dinner, and that kendall is the only one who ends up eating anything. roman licks the cheese as a joke, passes the ingredients to shiv, who actually blends the discordant foods together, and together they feed kendall this drink that is definitely terrible for him. siblings ! no but i do think its an unsubtle metaphor but it works ! kendalls position as the heir has always relied on roman being the weaker dog bolstering his position, on shiv being the baby who will never get it bc shes a girl. and if he wont drink the rest, they'll drench him with it, turn his own promised position against him in jealousy and self interest and a mistaken notion of love

and shiv spitting in it was very much foreshadowing, yeah. i liked how it was a callback to her spitting in kendalls notebook after the "rape me/i'm not the only one," incident during her speech--it was a childish act then, and its one now, and it shows how any attempts at enmity or solidarity come from the same place of shared abuse, of seeing someone better than you see yourself and punishing them for the traits you share. kendall drinking it again reflects how his position will never be untinged by shivs simultaneous understanding as well as animosity. mirror traps real

the way this all relates to the characters' relationships with food is also ofc very interesting. roman doesnt eat at all, he denies his body and sees it as evidence of his failure to be logan's son. he never wanted ceo, it couldn't have been him, dad's death cements the impossibility of the love he craved by which proximity to the ceo position was made valuable at all. shiv admitted she was starving but never ate anything, only asked her mom if there was food. she brings up food only as a move, only as something that can serve her, because to acknowledge it otherwise would be weakness. ofc this is reflective of her relationship with power, and love--she'll bring it up first so she's noted as being aware of the cards at play without showing her hand. but she never actually gets it because when she's said the quiet part out loud, voiced her ambition, there's nothing stopping the quiet parts of her weaknesses in this world from being consumed i.e. her womanhood :) in the end all she can do is acknowledge the fact of her starvation, and spit into the poisonous food bowl while still hungry.

ofc its kendalls bowl she's spitting into. he sees food as fuel, as something that gets him where he needs to go, but never actually enjoys it, and sees such enjoyment as juvenile--we're not at buckley anymore--but his firm belief in rationality and health corresponding to awareness means its another step to the ideal position that doesn't really exist. at the end of the day he will drink the concoction because he considers himself stronger for it. i did a fucking year in shangai, i'm ready, etc

ultimately this is reflected in their choices in the endings. roman says yes first then retracts with shiv. i think hes the one who says shiv has no stomach for admin which is like, him pinning the decision to support kendall as well as the consideration to kill him onto shiv lol. SHIV doesnt have the stomach for admin, and SHIV cannot stomach kendall, and it comes down to the same thing--shiv shutting kendall out bc she's never been able to digest his choices. this DOES relate to pierce ofc and logan throwing up at the breakfast and ultimately waystar being a declining corporation that could never have eaten up pierce. do you see what im saying do you see how it makes sense from this angle that shiv was the only one who ended up still "in," even if only as the ceo's wife. shiv being unable to stomach kendall is the final nail in the coffin--its acceptance of this fact. of the death of waystar, and by extension logan. anyway i keep thinking about how when they all trooped into the kitchen, wet through, kids again, there was never really any real food in the fridge :)

#shiv roy #kendall roy #roman roy #machinery #usually i would just tag this sibs but its not really abt them as siblings more abt them individually rip. organized blog at what cost #hopefully this makes sense lmao i rehashed some stuff but truly the kitchen scene is one of my favs and not just bc theyre having fun <3 #i barely touched the surface when it came to pierce waystar being eaten etc etc but i hope the connections r clear. girls when METAPHORS #anyway. ty for the ask i enjoyed answering this <33 #sorry it got so long lol i could go on honestly theres aspects i missed #answered #did not proofread btw so if you see spelling errors etc no you dont <3

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squidcandy · 11 months

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guy who forgot mermay existed and made this in 48 hours like a shounen protagonist

#myart #enstars #ensemble stars #kuro kiryu #keito hasumi #kurokei #mermay #keito giant squid kuro blacktip reef shark #‘whats a reef shark doing in the deep sea’ well you see keito took him from the surface waters with a special spell and #(no. no more krk aus. this is just a silly mermay painting)

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soup-soup-soup-soup-soup · 1 year

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it is TIME to get out your KNIVES and chop up your local shitty politician into MEAT CUBES to put in the SOUP of DEMOCRACY

#ides of march #ceaser stabby day #shit did i spell his name wrong #soup #march 15 #did i get the day right??#remember kids ingrediemts cook faster with more surface area which means smaller cubes #i did spell ingredients like that on purpose #also i remember this because it was on a chemistry question (about soup) that ig got wrong #because i went off on other things about soup lol

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childhoodgrave · 3 months

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i need to play bg3… or do i

#only characters i care abouf on a surface level are karlach wyll and idk howcto spell her name the awesome lizard girl #i want to knowwhat their deals are

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bookishlilcorner · 1 year

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“Elain doesn’t like Lucien so Elucien won’t happen.”

Y’all heard of enemies to lovers right? Hate to love? Dislike to love? Reluctant allies?

Need I bring more examples?

#remember Feysand and Nessian?#books have a lot going on than just surface level #why do you think there’s so much analyses in English literature?#and I personally think Elain’s issue is not with Lucien but her loss of humanity but I digress #elain #elain archeron #lucien #lucien vanserra #lucien spell cleaver #elucien #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #my posts

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reiney-weather · 4 months

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thank you to everyone for being supportive of my dndads hermie reblog spree. it will happen again

#IM NOT OVER HIS DEATH BUT I KNOW ITLL HURT MORE ON THE RELISTEN #after I review some older episodes with him #look. they were always forgetting about him #idk my entire thoughts on oakworthy other than thinking it’s neat on a vaguely surface level ish #there was a lot of unexplored potential. I think.#also of course they had to bury the gay. sigh #but damn normal trying so hard to save him #somehow anyhow #I SAW SOMEONE POST CAST SOEAK WITB THE DEAD #and if that’s a real thing I’m going to Epxlode please Will you Need To Learn Spells #sigh #well.#weather rambles #he better be in hell or also heaven I guess but it’s harder to break into there it felt like #PLEASEPLEASPRLEASPRLEADR #I’m so normal (woah is that a dndads reference)#expect more posts about this

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faggot-friday · 1 year

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FUCK the corporatization of Christmas

#had to google that to make sure i was spelling it right #it’s a religious holiday you do not need to decorate every surface in every shop everywhere in decorations #i celebrate christmas! my family celebrates it!#i just do not want it shoved down my throat for three months of the year!#and the moment it’s over everyone’s moving on! it’s only for profit!#i hate you i hate you i hate you

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razzle-zazzle · 6 months

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Whumptober Day 30: it's okay just to say "i'm not okay"

Borrowed Clothing

3855 Words; Pearl & Seaglass

TW for brief nonsexual nudity

AO3 ver

The sound of waves against the shore was the first thing Dion heard.

It was weird—Dion had poked his head above the surface before, once or twice, but he’d never been close enough to any shores to hear waves against the sand. And even if he ever had been, he’d never been human before, either, so the sound was still different to anything he’d ever heard. It was like a kind of whoosh, but he was picking up the vibrations differently and it was weird. And awful.

Dion groaned, squeezing his eyes shut against the onslaught of the sun. How did humans deal with this? How did they deal with anything? The sand beneath him was hot and dry. Awful. The waves lapping at his side were uncomfortably cold. Absolutely awful. He could hear seabirds somewhere above him. At least that was a familiar sound, if weird to hear it with human ears.

Slowly, Dion forced himself up into… sitting, was that what humans called it? Yeah, that sounded right. Sand clung to his arms and back, weird against his now scaleless skin—didn’t humans have any defenses at all? Maybe they were venomous. Gisu had said something about how bad human bites could be, maybe that was it.

Dion blinked his eyes open, taking in his complete and utter lack of a proper tail. The pearls and shells he decorated himself with were now tangled around a pair of legs, how horrifying. Human legs, too, with their soft skin and patchy fur and awkward shapes, and—what was that. That thing between his legs, what in the name of the abyss was it—

Dion wrenched his gaze away from the thing between his legs, resolving to not worry about it. Instead, he stared down at the blunted nails on his toes—wait, if those were smooth and useless, did that mean—

Dion lifted one of his hands to inspect. It was just as he feared—the delicate webbing and shimmery scales were gone, and his perfectly-maintained claws were gone, replaced with blunted and useless human nails, all round and smooth like pearls.

Awful. Humans were awful. Dion couldn’t possibly understand why Raz was so obsessed with them.

He turned towards the rock face sheltering this section of the shore, where Gisu was already digging through an old chest in the shade of the cliff. He made to flash his stripes—

Humans, it turned out, didn’t have stripes. Or any way to glow at all. No tail, no claws, no scales, no stripes—how did humans survive at all? Did they just luck their way into infesting every available scrap of land?

Dion was about ready to try figuring out how the hell legs were meant to work—he’d seen crabs, so he had a rough idea—when Gisu stomped back over, adorned in cloth that wrapped around her legs and billowed around her waist, her chest and shoulders covered with the light material. She threw two pieces of cloth at Dion, grinning. Her beautiful sharp teeth were gone, replaced by blunt human ones—Dion didn’t even want to think about his own teeth, if that was what human teeth looked like. Maybe the venomous human theory wasn’t right—surely, there was no way such a small jaw and mouth could be useful in catching prey.

“You’re gonna want to remove those pearls.” Gisu said, and wow, even as weird as it sounded her human voice was still somehow pretty. “And put those on. Humans don’t like nudity.” It was electric, her voice, elegant and strange just like her.

Dion stared at the cloth pieces in his hand. Oh, so it was adornment. He understood that. And with the way humans had no scales, it made sense that they’d want extra adornment. One could never go wrong with some extra color, and humans clearly needed it.

“Um,” Dion started—and wow, that felt weird, the vibrations in his throat different from his clicks and whistles as a mer. “How…?”

“Oh, right.” Gisu grabbed the lighter-colored piece of cloth. “Your head goes here, and your arms go here…” She grabbed the other piece as Dion fought to get the cloth on over his head. It was weird not having a dorsal fin, but that meant he could get the adornment on much more easily.

“This one’s for your legs.” Gisu explained. Dion took it from her, pulling it on with some difficulty.

“It doesn’t fit.” Dion lamented. It was too tight around his legs, stiff and uncomfortable. It was too tight between them, too—how did humans deal with this?

Gisu made a sound not unlike a click. “Yeah, we’ll have to find a larger pair of pants…” She shrugged, reaching for Dion’s hair. “C’mon, let’s get that kelp out of there.”

Dion flinched back. “What?” But his adornments were important! It took so long to find pearls the perfect shade of blue, and going around without adornments was something no proper mer would ever do, unless their adornments might get caught when hunting. But even still, his pearls were fine!

“Humans don’t decorate themselves that way.” Gisu explained, “If we wanna find your brother without getting into trouble, we need to blend in with humans.” She opened the satchel on her hip. “Here, we can store ‘em in here. That way nobody can get at them.”

Dion looked at her dubiously. “Even the pearl you gave me?” It didn’t match the rest of his pearls, pink and oblong, but it was his favorite one—he didn’t want to part from it, didn’t want it to not be in the corner of his vision at all times.

Gisu nodded. “Sorry.” She carded a hand through his hair, starting to remove some of the kelp strands.

Dion huffed, moving to untie a pearl string. “Humans are awful.” He grumbled. “I can’t believe you let Pooter become one.”

Gisu looked at his legs, eyebrows raised.

Dion’s face flushed. “That’s different.” He mumbled. Before long, his hair was free of any shells, pearls, or kelp—much to Dion’s growing dismay. But he knew that no amount of shark-guppy eyes would be able to convince Gisu, here—she knew what she was doing. He’d just have to trust her, as much as some parts of this irked him.

“I only have the one pair of shoes,” Gisu was saying, and Dion noticed that her own feet were encased in what he guessed were shoes. “I think your brother took the other pair from the chest.” She frowned. “I’ll have to get a pair for you…”

At the reminder of his legs, Dion glared down at them. “I don’t like these.” He declared.

“What, the legs or the pants?” Gisu laughed. It was such a strange sound, electric and human and yet so undeniably her. Dion could almost forget how awful the whole situation was, hearing that noise.

Dion growled. “Both.” Almost wasn’t enough. Even with Gisu here, standing next to him, brown human eyes alight with amusement, Dion was still so irked by so many things. The dry sand was rough, the sun was hot, the pants didn’t fit, and all of his natural strength was gone in favor of a weak and gross human body. Without Gisu, he wouldn’t even be here—she was the only thing making this whole ordeal worthwhile.

Dion shifted, folding his legs under him. Sand got into the pants despite their tightness, grating against his legs. Awful! He pushed down, struggling against the lack of muscle memory, yet aided by some incomprehensible instinct that told him to have his feet flat on the ground, toes pointed forwards without telling him anything at all.

Dion stood, wincing at the heat of the sand on his bare feet. His legs wobbled, and he fell—

Gisu caught him. She pushed him back up into a standing position, holding onto his arm to brace him.

“Thanks.” Dion muttered, trying again. He managed to keep his legs under him, this time—which meant now he had to move.

Gisu moved to stand in front of him, taking his hands in hers. “Just follow my lead.” She said, taking a step back.

Dion swallowed. He could do this. Carefully, he moved one of his legs forwards, sliding his foot along the sand.

Gisu shook her head. “You’ve gotta lift it.” She explained, bending her leg to lift her own foot off the sand. “Haven’t you seen crabs before?”

“Of course I have!” Dion groused, copying her movements. Gisu took a step back, and he matched it. He wobbled, the sand still hot against his feet—

But he didn’t fall. Not with Gisu holding his hands in hers, not with her in front of him to lean on.

“Yeah,” She said, “Just like that.” She took another step back with her other leg. Dion matched it.

Hey, he was getting the hang of this!

A few more steps, then—

“I’m gonna let go now, okay?” Gisu pulled away, leaving Dion standing on his own. He silently mourned the loss of her hands in his, then schooled himself. He could do this. He could do this!

He took a step forwards, then another. He wobbled, once—but he didn’t fall, instead taking another step. And another.

Dion grinned. He could do this!

“Yeah!” Gisu clapped her hands together. “Wow, you got that quick.” She looked up at the sky, shading her eyes with a hand. “We should probably get moving, though. I don’t want to think about the kind of headstart your brother got.”

Dion nodded—stopped. “How am I supposed to walk anywhere with… this?” He gestured towards his bare feet, which were barely good enough for hot sand. No wonder humans covered themselves in shoes—their bodies were practically useless on their own.

Gisu smirked. “Oh, don’t worry about that,” she reassured, “I know just the place.” Gisu decided. She grabbed his hand, starting to run towards the rock face. “C’mon!”

As always, Dion found it impossible not to follow where she led.

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The human marketplace was loud.

Humans were everywhere, absolutely crowding the space. It was nothing like the markets Dion was used to—at least mer knew how to give each other space to breathe. But between the human stalls and the human bodies and these accursed pants and the too-hot stones beneath his feet, it was all Dion could do not to fall apart panicking.

He was getting the hang of walking, though, managing not to stumble even with the awful awful pants. Gisu held his hand as she led him along, and he held her hand back as tightly as he could. He would always be able to follow where Gisu led—it was as easy as breathing.

But good gods, this was awful. Humans were awful.

Still, Dion forced his focus to narrow down to Gisu, to the way her hair bounced behind her as she walked, to the certainty in her steps as she navigated the chaos. Her human form was shorter than his for reasons Dion couldn’t fathom—she wasn’t really smaller than him in their true forms, so why was she smaller like this? Some quirk of the spell? But they’d both eaten the same amount…

Dion resolved himself not to worry about it. The humans in their stalls were all calling out in a cacophony of voices—another reason why human language made no sense. Why have something purely aural if it was just going to result in chaos like this? How anyone could decipher what was going on here was beyond Dion.

But if anyone could do it, it’d be Gisu for sure. She came to a stop at a stall full of various footwear, regarding the contents.

“That one.” Gisu pointed at a pair not unlike her own, but bigger. “How much is it?” While she and the human manning the stall talked, Dion’s gaze drifted over the stall next to it, which was covered in glittery bits of metal. A tiny metal chain caught his eye, and he drifted towards the stall to take a closer look.

Dion picked up the necklace. It had a piece of metal shaped like a shell threaded onto it, and little beads along the string. There wasn’t a hint of anything actually from the sea, yet it must have taken incredible control to make chain links so tiny—

“Are you going to buy that?” The human standing at the stall asked. Dion startled, then set the necklace back down.

“No.” He said. “It’s ugly.” There was value in the workmanship, but that couldn’t make up for the fact that it was a pretty sad adornment—there was no color! Just plain shimmery metal that’d probably rust underwater. And it was a poor imitation of a real shell.

The human huffed. Gisu appeared at Dion’s side, boots in hand, and grabbed his arm. “C’mon.” She said, dragging him away. The moment the stall was out of sight, she dragged him over to a wooden structure and shoved him onto it. She shoved the boots into his hands. “Put these on.” She ordered.

Dion complied, pulling the boots on. It took him a few tries to figure out how to lace them up, and they felt weird on his feet—

But it was much better than going around barefoot. Dion stood, testing them out. Gisu grabbed his hand, and he let her drag him along. As they continued, Dion voiced a question.

“So what’d you trade for these anyway?” The bartering hadn’t taken that long, he felt, and he wondered how Gisu managed it. If it was his mother, he’d have been standing at that stall all day until she managed to haggle the human down to trading the boots for something as simple as a string of nacre beads. A rather long string, of course, but still.

“Oh, humans don’t really barter.” Gisu began to explain, her voice taking on a familiar cadence—which was weird, how did the way she flashed her stripes translate into audible speech? That spell was really something. “They use a kind of metal disc as a sort of intermediary.”

Dion stared. “What.”

Gisu reached into her satchel. “These things.” She held out a small metal disk, passing it over to Dion. It was smooth, with decal etched into both sides.

“Oh.” Dion turned the small disc over in his hand, then handed it back to Gisu. “So do humans use these for adornment, then?” He couldn’t imagine where one would even look to start collecting these things.

“They don’t do anything with them, actually.” Gisu shrugged. “They just trade them for things.”

Dion frowned. “That makes no sense.” You didn’t trade useless things, that was a basic rule. Maybe gemstones, but those could be turned into art or adornments. Even pearls had to have some kind of use to whoever they were going to, or the trade just wouldn’t happen.

Gisu snorted. “Yeah, but it’s just the way things work up here. Humans will give these things out in exchange for goods or services.” She continued along, the crowds beginning to thin around them as they left the marketplace.

Dion made a face. Humans were just weird. Surely, if they were able to work with metals, then why not melt these things down and make something actually useful?

“Up here.” Gisu said, breaking Dion from his grumbling. She led him up a winding path towards a larger human dwelling, its boxy structure standing out among the others purely through its size. “I have a friend who lives here, she can totally help us out.”

Dion really didn’t like the idea of Gisu having human “friends.” But he trusted her to know what she was doing, and this wasn’t an argument he could ever hope to win, so he kept quiet, following her along up the stone path.

They made it to the human dwelling—where were the entrances? All Dion could see were shimmery panels of glass and a section of wall that was different from the rest. How did anyone get in or out? Or maybe they were approaching it from the wrong side—hopefully that wasn’t as much of a social faux pas as it was under the waves.

Gisu rapped her knuckles against the square patch of wall that was distinct. A few moments later, the piece of the wall swung inwards—oh! An entrance cover! Like a hermit crab folding into its shell and blocking out attackers with its claws. It was almost clever—Dion scoffed. Like humans could ever be truly clever. No species that came up with pants could ever be clever.

There was a human standing in the door, dark blue hair splaying out to the sides. She was utterly covered in adornments—they kind of resembled some of Gisu’s enchanted charms. A land witch? Did such a thing even exist?

“Oh.” The human blinked. “Hey, Gis.” She looked past Gisu to Dion, who froze under the scrutiny. How were human eyes threatening? They could barely see! “Who’s this?”

“Dion, Lizzie.” Gisu introduced. She rubbed at the back of her neck nervously. “Look, normally I don’t come looking for favors, but we kinda…” she searched around for a good lie, “We need clothes.” She said finally, already starting to dig around in her bag. “I think I’ve got a few of those spider crab legs you were after…” She pulled out a bundle of the legs in question, and held them out.

“Neat.” Lizzie smiled lazily, taking the offered legs. “And yeah, sure, come on in. Norma’s not home right now, so don’t worry about her.”

“Great!” Gisu chirped, dragging Dion in over the threshold. He yelped, hurrying to keep up with her before he lost his balance entirely. “Dion’s not the greatest around people, so the less the better!” They followed Lizzie through the dwelling until they reached a room that was almost as decorated as she was. Lizzie set the bundled crab legs on a shelf, then gestured to a boxy structure that Dion didn’t recognize. “Go right ahead.” She offered.

Gisu nodded, moving over to the wooden… box… thing. She grabbed a set of metal handles on the front, pulling on them to reveal that the thing had various clothes inside of it. “Hmmm…” Gisu considered, then grabbed a different pair of pants. “See if these fit.”

“Okay.” Dion struggled to exit his pants, shoving them down.

“Um.” Lizzie started, then left the room. Dion wasn’t really paying attention, though, too occupied with pulling on the new set.

They fit a lot better, but as he spun around to examine himself…

Dion grimaced. “Do I have to wear these?” He asked. Couldn’t humans be sensible about anything?

Gisu cringed. “Yeah, no humans are weird about this kind of thing.” She looked at his crotch. “Besides, do you want your human bits flopping all over the place?” She turned back to the clothes. “Maybe something looser?” She pulled out what looked like shorter pants. “Hey, wait, try putting these on under your pants, that should help with the chafing.”

Dion moved to remove his pants once again—

“Okay,” Lizzie came back in, “If you two are going to have sex please don’t do it in my bedroom—”

Dion whirled around, his face burning. (Why? Why were human bodies weird?) The thought of mating Gisu while in this disgusting human body was a thought he never wanted to have again, please.

“Dion doesn’t like pants.” Gisu said, in the tones of someone making a mundane discovery. She still tossed the shorter pants at him, and Dion grumbled but pulled them on anyway.

“Well.” Lizzie pursed her lips. “Here.” She walked over to the clothesbox, and pulled out something that was distinctly not pants. “Try this.”

Dion took the offered fabric, holding it out in front of himself as he tried to decipher it. It was like a tube that was wider at the bottom, with a small set of buttons near the waistline. He pulled it on, and stood.

Lizzie and Gisu watched as Dion spun slowly, examining himself. He gripped the material in his hand, rubbing it between his fingers—as week and clawless as they were, human hands were surprisingly sensitive—and just trying to get a feel for it.

“Well?” Gisu asked. Lizzie looked ready to go grab something else—

“I love it.” It reminded him of some of the adornments he would wear to special events back home, soft and light and loose around his body. He did a twirl, watching as the skirt billowed in a way that only the lightest of fabrics could underwater, the way it rippled like waves and sea anemone. “I love it.” Dion reaffirmed, surprised by the lightness of his own voice. “It’s perfect.”

Maybe humans weren’t quite so awful, after all.

“Good!” Gisu decided, clapping her hands together. She turned to Lizzie. “Thanks!”

Lizzie shook her head. “Don’t mention it.” She grimaced. “Really, don’t.”

“Okay.” Gisu chirped, grabbing Dion’s hand once again. “Now let’s go find your brother!” She decided.

“Oh, you’re looking for someone?” Lizzie asked. “I could probably help.”

“Yeah,” Gisu started to explain, “Dion’s little brother ran away, so we’re trying to find him before he gets into too much trouble.”

Lizzie nodded. “What’s he look like?”

Dion froze. What did Raz look like, as a human? “Small.” He guessed. “He has a helmet and goggles that he wears everywhere,” He added. Gisu nodded—Raz must have been wearing his dorky helmet when she brought him to the surface, then. “Really annoying, always getting right into trouble and poking at things he shouldn’t.” Dion groused. “And then me or Frazie get in trouble over it because apparently we’re not setting a ‘good example’!” He crossed his arms with a huff.

“Ugh, yeah, siblings are the worst.” Lizzie agreed. She started to lead them to the door. “Hey, the Junior Explorer Corps Meeting starts in a little bit, why don’t you come with?” She offered. “The more people you’ve got looking for your brother, the faster you’ll find him.”

“Ooo, good idea.” Gisu agreed. “I need to bother Morris about any new conjuration spells he’s learned, anyway.” She took a firmer hold of Dion’s hand, dragging him along through the dwelling.

“Um—” Dion started, but Gisu and Lizzie were still talking between themselves about different kinds of magic. He followed along in their wake, unable to get a word in edgewise as he was practically dragged along.

He didn’t sign up to meet even more humans! This was supposed to be simple!

But Gisu didn’t let go of his hand, and he wouldn’t let go of hers. He’d trust her on this—she was the expert, here, and he couldn’t not trust her. It was impossible not to follow where she led—

But that didn’t mean Dion wanted to get involved in human business!

Still, he followed along. What else was he going to do? He knew nothing about the surface—it was all up to Gisu to guide him through this.

Dion forced his anxiety down, and focused on her. It’d be awful, because almost everything about humans was awful—

But he’d have Gisu, and that was more than enough.

#whumptober2023 #no.30 #borrowed clothing #psychonauts #zaz writes #nudity tw #it's completely nonsexual (spell doesn't create clothes) but i'm going to tag it just to be safe ig #there is a moment where dion is icked out by human genitalia even if the bits in question are never explicitly described #pearl & seaglass au #dion aquato #gisu nerumen #lizzie natividad #whooo!!! dion and gisu are on the surface!!#surely raz has not gotten into too much trouble before they got here #surely #and hey! dion gets to wear a skirt!#lizzie looking at dion like ''gisu. gisu i love you as a friend but what is this. why have you brought this sad wet cat onto my doorstep''#this piece is softer than the others bc it's pretty much just dion looking at everything on the surface and going >:[#callign humans weird and gross for 3000+ words

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rosykims · 7 months

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accidentally made the duality of astarion/viera so so hilarious. 200yo vampire who longs for the sun more than anything vs 200yo drow who cannot fucking stand the sun and would do anything to go back to a nice damp cave where she belongs 🥰

#MATCH MADE IN HELL <3 LOVE THEM FOR IT THO #she still goes on a whole post game adventure w him to find a wish spell tho ofc <3 but shes shaking her fists at the sky the entire time <#her ex was a cleric of lathander who spent several years using the sun as a reason for her to leave menzo. and she was like #'why would i find a giant fiery ball of blinding death in the vast void of sky appealing. like. respectfully that sounds nightmarish babe'#and then when he died she made the journey up to the surface by herself and saw the sun and was like oh look i was right. horrible <3 #and had to deal with sunlight sensitivity for the next 15 or so years lol #oc: vierynrae #yeah i um. also changed her whole entire name btw :| viera for short. astarion calls her vierie :|#I LOVE IT BUT. I ALSO FEEL LIKE A GOOBER SO #i swear to god i am going to post her lore dump in the next. hm. 48 hours or so help me god

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robinsnest2111 · 2 months

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whenever I see The Sopranos mentioned anywhere I'm reminded of my storytelling and programming teacher at college. it's one of his favourite shows and he had us analyse an episode in class.

that man gave me the worst anxiety of my life just by being the way he is and it not meshing well with my own issues but I hope he's doing alright nowadays

#in retrospect i can view him more like a fictional character that's written to be konda cold and abrasive on the surface #as protection because of prior challenges in life but has some good qualities hidden deep down #being around him and having to interact with him made me anxious to the point of almost puking my guts out and fainting #and also some crying spells and hyperventilating sessions in the college bathrooms next to the lecture halls on occasion #but thats due to my own trauma not meshing well with his personality and presentation lmao #anyway i hope he's doing okay now and getting recognition for the work he does and finding joy and fulfillment. more than deserved 👍#he's a fucking skilled screenwriter and i hope he gets to work on cool projects without getting scammed by work partners ever again #anyway. like. thinking about him along the lines of 'you made me so fucking mentally ill but i still have some fondness in my heart for you'

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Thoughts on SEES's 1st tier personas? You can keep this short if you want, and don't forget Psyche!

WOOHOO Prince rants about personas round 2 electric boogaloo!

OK this time I'll focus a little more on the actual designs themselves and my thoughts on how they relate to the character + their stories. Read more because well... You know me...

MC/FeMC: So for Orpheus I think its a pretty fitting choice for the protagonists. The protagonists are on a Journey just like Orpheus journey out of the underworld (kinda on the nose lmao) and both of them have strong connections with music! There's probably some connection between the underworld journey and the fact the plot of the game is to stop death but I'm not sure how to word it if you get me. I also like how they really resemble the protagonists face and hair wise! The mechanical detailing is also a neat touch, I've always seen it as the protagonists being very closed off with their emotions (that's kinda of a trend with a lot of the P3 cast I feel, the inital personas are very stiff but then the 2nd tier have more human feel to them).

Junpei: I think Hermes is a really good choice for Junpei. They're both kinda tricksters and Hermes is often portrayed as being carefree (in media at least) which suits Junpei a lot. In terms of design I think its pretty good, I really like the over exaggerated wings on his feet (the iconic winged sandals Hermes usually rocks) and I like his helmet design. My favorite thing about him as I mentioned before though is actually his animations. The way he slides into the enemies reminds me of a baseball player sliding to a base when they're running between bases (Idk baseball that well I hope that makes sense). Very fitting for Junpei considering his choice of career in Arena and also how he uses his sword like a baseball bat!

Yukari: Io is an interesting one for me. I really like her design, I think the girl in the cow head is a very fitting look for Io (who was a woman who got transformed into a cow by Zeus. Io's story is very sad imo (classic Greek woman gets screwed over by Zeus story) but I'll be honest I've never been totally sure why they went with her for Yukari. I think it works don't get me wrong and I like the choice I just don't see why (I, as I'm sure you can tell, am very passionate about Persona designs and I do my best to understand the choices behind the character and design of the persona and how it relates to the user). It just got pointed out to me (shout out to you Rui) that the way the woman is chained to the cow is kinda symbolic of how Yukari is chained to her past and I think that's a really really cool detail!

Akihiko & Shinjiro: I have to combine these two for obvious reasons. Polydueces ugly design aside for a moment, man. This choice for Akihiko is so good because of its connection to Castor. Regardless of how you view Akihiko and Shinjiro's connection, the way they are so connected to each other and how interwoven they are as characters to the point their personas are literally twins?!! Absolutely amazing I don't think we've had as powerful a persona connection since. I really love how their designs reflect each other two, Polydueces with its lighter and more alive design versus Castor and his dark look and the sword that's embedded in his chest? Symbolizing that he's the mortal twin that dies in the legends? And then connect that with his story in the game? Blows my MIND conceptually the best personas in the series actually. I love them.

Fuuka: OK I love Lucia and how she interacts with Fuuka. Having that glass orb as her body and have Fuuka in there navigating for the team is really really cool! I really like the pose of the persona (there is something about it... blanking on why that is relevant to its design). I also love the detail of her eyes being covered as she is the Patron saint of the blind! A cool choice for a navigational persona. Something about her being considered a martyr is fitting for Fuuka too. I also like how different it is to the others (a lot of the others having Greek connections whereas this is a Catholic saint).

Mitsuru: Oh Penthesilea my absolute beloved. I've discussed her in detail before (mind you probably two years ago at this point) but like one of my favorite things about her is the weapons she uses. The sword, particularly a rapier is seen as an honest weapon. A good knight has a sword, a skilled duelist has a rapier. Mitsuru is a very strong and experienced Persona user (and ofc is a fencer herself). She's convinced everyone she's on this noble quest to fix the Kirijo Group's mistakes, which is partially true to be fair. But her other weapon? A dagger. Associated with dishonesty and treachery. I feel like this alludes to her being dishonest with SEES. I adore Mitsuru but even I can admit she was sneaky and kept important details from SEES (she had her reasons but still). And ofc the treachery I feel is less her and more Ikutski betraying her trust and her father's trust. Also her being dishonest about her own motivations! And then ofc the big details: the absence of red in Penthesilia's design and her face being fully covered by the mask! Showing the walls Mitsuru has built up around herself!!! Sorry I just love Penthesilia and will over analyze her a lot.

Koromaru: Honestly I don't have much to say here but that's not a bad thing! Cereberus is really true to the original myths, a three headed dog with a hellish looking design and that's what they've given us. It's a solid design and I love him!

Ken: OK my own thoughts about Nemesis aside, I think its a really well executed design. It's a very unnerving and angry looking design, perfect for the goddess of revenge. And obvs her being a goddess of revenge is very very suitable for Ken given his motivations up until October 4th! The color scheme really helps with this too. Just a very edgy design perfect for Ken.

Aigis: Palladion is really cool because it's not actually a person but rather an object! Specifically an object associated with protection very similar to aegis. Which well, is perfect for Aigis. A robot dedicated to protecting the protagonist. I can't quite put it into words but its just a really really cool design. I like the big metal spike going through it, very robotic and always reminds me of the front of a pirate ship, not sure if that was intentional tbh.

Metis: OK Psyche is tricky for me. As a design its really cool. I enjoy the butterfly motif a lot. I really like its dress too and I think it resembles Athena which makes a lot of sense given who Metis is! Why Psyche though? The only connection I can make is that Psyche was originally a mortal who was considered so beautiful people mistook her for Aphrodite. Which I guess ties into how Metis was mistaken for Aigis..? Idk there's def a connection here somewhere but I am not sure of what that is. It's still a cool design though.

And I think that's everyone? Hope I didn't forget anyone man this was fun to do. Congrats if you read it all LMAO

#asks #latenitewaffles #koopa bro #persona 3 #man im exhausted after this #in a good way though #i do really be going crazy over persona designs #oh ofc a lot of this is my own interpretation and admittedly a very surface view of the designs #im trying to teach myself more about character design because its something im super passionate about #so i understand this is a very novice analysis ig #its also just me having a bit of fun looking a lil too deep into these designs lol #anyway enjoying reading it all and sorry for spelling mistakes LMAO #oh and also if anyone has any thoughts im always willing to hear em :]#also love the way you said you can keep it short i appreciate your faith in me but i couldn't do it 💀💀💀💀

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