#this dialogue is literally canon so

[sentientsky]

"I forgive you." It came out like a blood clot—like an artery dripping gore—like an oil spill. Crowley felt his shoulders rise, fall, fall, fall. The air between them hummed, the tension of six thousand years turning every atom electrified and silently screaming. Breath shuddered out of him, human and terrible and hollowing. He had never been more grateful for the swallowing darkness of his glasses, for the way they hid the centuries of pre-emptive grief and wicked terror. The air was suffocating, the once familiar bookshop turned catacomb.

And then, hating himself for it but seeing no other way forward, he spoke the words aloud. "Don't bother". And then he was out in the middle of Soho and the breeze was harsh against his too-warm skin. Stepping out into the sun felt like rising to the surface of some great ocean—the gasping, desperate feeling in his lungs, the sudden crash of noise. A woman across the street called for her wife. A car horn. A dog barking. Laughter, cruel and far-off. He pulled breath into lungs that didn't need it, winced as he felt slivers of cold drive into the soft flesh of his throat.

So that was it; five and a half million years of want and need and burning, aching somedays, cyphered pleas for "our side". All gone in the space between shaking half-breaths and a kiss still seared against his lips.

Fuck it.

He'd ruined it the first time, had forced them both to look directly into the sun, to face the thing they'd been dancing around for the better part of six millennia. He could do better—would do better. At a music café some years ago, a human had been playing the piano—something soft and slow. A jazz number, if the demon remembered correctly. But the remarkable thing wasn’t the song itself, but that they were playing it with their eyes closed. Aziraphale had pointed this fact out to Crowley, excitement lilting in his voice (even then, the sound had thrilled him, sent a stab of warmth through his heart). It was only after the final note reverberated through the room that the artist opened their eyes, blinking in the sudden rush of stage lights. Aziraphale, ever the music connoisseur, approached the musician. The pianist had explained that, for them, reading music never came easy. Rather, they learned by touch, by the way the keys felt on their fingertips. In fact, the only way they could play a song was with their eyes closed. If they watched their hands as they played or thought too hard about their next move, they got confused and tripped over the notes. Muscle memory, they’d said.  It was muscle memory—the galactic familiarity of finding the space between seconds and prying—that guided Crowley now. He hadn’t done it since Not-Armageddon, but it came easily to him just the same. Time, you see, operates kind of like sound, like music; it loops and sways and carries forward in waves. If you know where to look (as the demon did), you can disrupt the flow, send it back towards the shore. 

And this was what Crowley did now. Drawing his hands through the ripples of minutes and seconds and hours and millennia, time stilled around him. It was natural. Easy, like breathing or sleeping. Or loving Aziraphale.  Slowly, the world turned backwards; humans retreating from whence they came, cars driving in reverse, the wind blowing in the opposite direction. If Heaven had taken notice of their "half-a-miracle", Crowley expected them to be able to see this from every edge of the universe. He likely only had one shot at this.

The world aligned itself once more, and time returned to its regular, steady gait—a rubber band snapping back into place. Something hummed in Crowley’s chest. Something bright and burning and the shape of a neutron star.  Hands shaking, he reached for the handle of the bookshop and pushed. The bell above the door rang, clear and and too-loud in the morning air. Aziraphale whirled around, a trembling half-smile on his face. Oh. Oh, somebody, this was going to be harder than he thought. It felt like all the oxygen, all the courage, had been punched clear out of him "Crowley!" A beat, a shuddering breath. "Angel". He pressed his still-trembling hands into his pockets and strode forward. "Oh, Crowley, dear, I've been looking for you. I have excellent news." His stomach did a little flip, something deep within him growing hollow and fearful. "We have to talk," he managed to choke out around the heart still lodged in his throat. "Yes, I quite think we do. I have something to tell you." Aziraphale strode forward, all grins and beauty like a flickering star, all plasma and heat. He could practically feel the agitated warmth roll off of his angel. Crowley shivered. "I just met with the Meta—” "No. Wait," the demon held up a hand, pausing the rushing torrent of Aziraphale’s words. "Just let me say my thing, please." "My dear boy, just—oh, what is that lovely human expression—"

"Hold that thought," Crowley muttered. His eyes burned behind his glasses. Aziraphale looked pleasantly taken aback.

"Yes, how did you know? I—" "No." The angel's eyebrows crinkled in confusion. "No?" "No," he repeated, enunciating each letter with perfect clarity. He was going to do it right this time. He was going to keep him from leaving. He could be good. Right? "I’m gonna speak, and I want you to listen to me without interrupting, m'kay?" Words were building in the basin of his sternum now, pushing up on his airways. He was going to have to say it outright this time; no more waltzing around this frenzied galaxy of emotion. Willing his hands to steadiness, he pulled his glasses from his face, and tucked them into the collar of his shirt. Aziraphale's breath seemed to catch for a moment, meeting the ferocity of the demon's gaze head-on. A deer in headlights. And then, "Crowley, I really—" (Eons hurtled through his mind in a split second, the serrated knife's-edge of want like a being all its own. Aziraphale in the garden. Aziraphale in the tavern, on the cliffside, on the West End stage, in the Bentley, in the bookshop, in the very marrow of Crowley’s bones.) "I love you," he rasped, ichor writhing in his veins.

There, he'd said it., said it fully and completely, without so much as flinching. It was the same love he'd expressed for the past several thousand years in a million little, unspoken ways: an ox rib, a revolution, a church, a burning bookshop and the bottom of a glass and a lost best friend. A yellow Bentley, a lifetime of tethering his life to Aziraphale's, of trailing after him like a moth to flame—like a dog to its owner. "I love you," he pushed on. They were both looking directly into the sun again, Crowley urging them to stare straight into the heat of it all. The words were spilling out of him now, a heaving, thrashing current falling to the bookshop's hardwood floors. "I love you and you can't go to Heaven." Aziraphale froze, pupils blown wide and unblinking, for just a moment. Tension stretched out like a thread between them. And then he pulled in breath like a drowning man (who wasn't really a man at all), and tears were gathering in the corner of his eyes, and oh god, he'd made his angel cry. Fear and guilt and horror slammed into him at a million kilometers an hour and left him halfway between dizzy and nauseous. His fingers tensed at his side, desperate to do something, fix what he'd so obviously broken. Heaven would be on the front step any moment. It was too late, wasn't it? It was always too late. "Crowley—what?" Aziraphale breathed, mouth twisting into a brutal, terrible, heart-wrenching sob. Crowley ached, panic lancing through him like a knife. "I—I really, I can't. You could come with me." He stepped forward, moving to place his hands on the demon's shoulders. Crowley leaned into the touch, almost unconsciously. "Don't go," he croaked, tears beginning to prick his own eyes once again. This time he didn't reach for his glasses, didn't try to hide his fear. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it right. And then Aziraphale could hate him and his desperate, hungry, reverent love in the aftermath. "Don't go where I can't follow. Please".

His angels blue-grey eyes searched his own, and the weight of his gaze was impossibly heavy, pressing down on his chest like a river-smoothed rock. "Crowley, please. I don't understand. The Metatron said—" His palms found the sides of Crowley's throat, thumbs resting gently on the side of his jaw. Crowley sucked in a breath. "Angel," The scent of earl grey—of old books and soft tartan chairs. Aziraphale's hands were shaking. "I know what the Metatron said," he intoned, soft as rainfall. "You can't go. It's not—they won't change. You're better than that." "But you could be an angel. With me," he murmured, soft thumbs running across sharp cheekbones. "Be my second-in-command." "Don't want to be. Want t' be an us," he felt tears—traitorous, burning tears tip over the edge of his lashes and fall against his face. "Crowley, darling, please." A beat. "I love you." The bottom of the world dropped out from under him in that moment. Aziraphale loved him. He loved him and he'd said it aloud and now it was out there in the world and it was as though every nerve on his body was on fire. His angel pushed on, "Truly, I love you. I need you with me. Please, come with me. We can do good, I know it." He could never say no when his angel asked something of him. Especially not when his kind, gentle hands were holding him like something good, something precious. Especially not when Aziraphale had just admitted to needing him, had injected the word with so much warmth he thought his all-too-human heart might beat clear out of his chest. But there was a first (technically, second) time for everything. He drew in a heavy breath, and tilted his head, breaking his angel's hold on him. Aziraphale's hands—now empty, still shook. He made a soft whimpering sound, and Crowley ached to kiss his fingertips, banish the fear. But instead, he looked up towards the ceiling, to a God who was not there—who maybe had never been there at all. He felt the Heavenly Host drawing near, a sense of hollow emptiness, the scent of absence. This was the time of last-ditch efforts, of holding his heart out and hoping Aziraphale might take it as it was, bruised spots and all. "I can't. I won't. I need to be here, on Earth, with you." "Crowley, please. I don't think you understand what I'm offering you," he huffed. A residual shard of anger stabbed at him then, and he turned his gaze sharply back to the angel before him. "Oh, I understand perfectly well, angel. I'm fairly certain I understand better than you do." Aziraphale's mouth drew into a thin line, tears welling fresh in his eyes again. And still, Crowley ached. A beat. Something in the angel shifted, then, turned on its edge—the walls beginning to go up again, and it was just like it had been not fifteen minutes ago. He was watching the same moment play out over and over again; some cyclical, torrential nightmare. "I would like you to come with me, but," Aziraphale paused, voice breaking in the middle. "But I'm leaving, with or without you." And there it was, like it was predestined. Despite the love, despite the want, despite every shared bottle passed between them, every half-accidental touch and glance and whispered word—despite the way he would’ve let Aziraphale run a sword through his chest... It wasn't enough. It was never enough. They were re-enacting their old magic trick, right there in the bookshop, this time with Crowley staring down the barrel, letting Aziraphale pull the trigger. Aim for my mouth, but shoot past my ear. Aziraphale wasn't shooting past his ear. His bloody ribcage felt as though it might splinter apart. Wingbeats in the distance, a grief wide enough to drown the sea. Crowley reached down, pulled his sunglasses from their resting spot against his clavicle. And then the hunger in his eyes was once more hidden, and he was walking towards the door like a man headed to execution. "Crowley—" Aziraphale nearly keened, the wall crumbling for a split second. Without turning, Crowley said the only words he could think of. "I forgive you."

#did i steal some lines from one of my own fanfics??? yes. yes i did #because im tired and i don't want to come up with more metaphors for time warping rn. so hush <3 #good omens fanfiction #good omens angst #THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE 300 WORDS LONG #FUCK I FUCKED UP IM DEHYDRATED AND IM SUPPOSED TO BE WRITING AN ESSAY WHAT THE FUCK #idek what this is i literally have not edited one tiny little bit of this. i just came up with everything as i went along so i apologize #ignore the fact that the dialogue/pacing/ideas diverge from canon shhhhhh im too tired to look at source material #ehhh dunno how i feel ab this but whatever here's something (???) #take a shot every time i say chest or heart or ache or tremble #good omens #crowley #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 #aziraphale #aziracrow #go2 #ineffable lovers #ineffable wives #good omens season 2 #crowley angst #final fifteen #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x arizaphale #david tennant #michael sheen #ineffable divorce #good omens fic #good omens fanfic #gomens

[hamable]

Need low stakes DLC Psychonauts 2 levels in, at this point, anyone’s mind. Fuck shit up and kick ass in the interns brains? Hell yeah. Otto? Sasha round 2? Milla round 2? ANY Aquato? I’d eat it up om nom nom. I’m begging. As a treat for me please.

#psychonauts 2 #psychonauts #double fine #and listen. fucking. it gets more and more obvious that Otto has Something going on with every playthrough #first play through I was thinking about literally anything else and I didn’t catch it #but going back and doing all the dialogue and keeping an eye on him? #Otto was sus as HELL #Like fully unresolved I think canonically he’s still up to some shit #he didnt mind wipe a family to stop a genocide a la putting tape over a cracking dam #but he’s still shady #and I think they kinda wrote him as a red herring #which is wild bc I did not give a fuck about Otto my first time through I was trying to connect so many other puzzle pieces #but yeah DLC content would be good but also… Psychonauts three??? #it’s be too surface level for it to be just straight plot line Otto is the big bad tho so idk. #psychonauts 1+2 tells such a tight well thought out story that’s been cooking for two decades. I wouldn’t want a third game if it didn’t #lovingly expand the world and characters and story. but damn I got questions. #hence: low stakes dlc please and thank you have a good day 👍

[hauntedpearl]

I have a coffeeshop au inspired heaven can't wait canon-compliant au just banging about in my brain recently and it's so much worse than that fic but also so mushy cheesy soft (bc it's me hi i'm the problem it's me) and i just keep thinking about it every day like wooooooooo

#i use obsidian btw and i have like a bunch of files in this folder — canon dialogue to match up and like scene cards etc #i literally do all the steps of planning but the draft lololol #anyway!!! it's like. SO BAD. the backstory is SO TERRIBLE. but it's probably not even gonna show up in the fic and i have to explain it in #the notes anyway #so im just contemplating ruining the fic for everyone before i write it #the urge to share lol. #but also it's v canon compliant so like what ELSE an i fonna fo lol #also ifk how to end that fic btw i don't understand that #doe is talking again #spn posting

[braisedhoney]

so many people have interesting/original cool names for their TSP narrator meanwhile i literally just call him Old Man. it's old man or narry he has no real choice. mine hates both btw <3

#ney's idle chatter (random textposts) #i always want to give him one but #i just can't see him as anything else #it's why i can never write dialogue for him bc i try to keep it like. SO canon. or at least aligned to it in my head #... except the doc ock arrow arms. #those are literally just there to be cool

[lucihoes]

sometimes i feel like i'm getting so invested in palia lore that it's breaking my heart and driving me insane :'Dt

#palia but tangentially #i literally made a second character this evening to straight edge romance Tish #because i want to learn more about Reth through the relationship the two of them have as siblings #and tish's wiki page is SO. BARE BONES. compared to her brother's???? she doesn't even have her full level 4 romance quest/dialogue up #no pin reactions or anything either and it just makes me really sad to see it #like i am 110% prepared to step up to the wiki and contribute the necessary info once I get Basil where he needs to be questwise but man #accidentally 4d chessed myself into caring about tish so much i want to come out from under my rock and contribute to the community #this is me and Richter Belmont and Maria Renard all over again #this is all so i can write accurate fanfic btw #because i'm a terrible stickler for canon #i'm a mess i'm a disgrace #come talk to me about palia i'm ILL #anyway if you see someone named Albert Serdio running around kilima that's me lmao

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

THE BEST OF PRIORITY: TUCHANKA (PART 2)

Featuring: Cmdr. Sophie Shepard, Lt. James Vega, EDI, Urdnot Wrex, and Dr. Mordin Solus With: Urdnot Bakara And a Special Guest Appearance by: Kalros, Mother of All Thresher Maws I MADE A MISTAKE! I made a mistake... big picture made of little pictures- too many variables. Can't hide behind statistics... can't ignore new data- my responsibility. Need to go- running out of time. Not your work, not your cure- not your decision. Had to be me- someone else might have gotten it wrong... Mass Effect 3: Legendary Edition (2021)

#mira makes gifs ✨ #sophie shepard #james vega #EDI #urdnot wrex #mordin solus #mass effect #mass effect 3 #me3 #mass effect legendary edition #dailygaming #i'm gonna continue the rambles in the part 2 gifset but one of the things i adore about tuchanka is the scenic shots #there are literally so many gorgeous ones that about half of part two is scenic shots because holy fuck tuchanka is beautiful #the kalros reaper ones especially? like those are so cool i had to include at LEAST a few of them bc that fight is awesome #and when the cure disperses?? literally the prettiest scene in the game #EDI and james have really cute dialogue together too!! i adored their moments towards the end of the mission #although i did say i was gonna give thoughts on mordin in sur'kesh and i think it boils down to him being an okay?? character in my book #like mordin definitely isn't one of my favorites but i will respect that he's definitely a very complex character and he's interesting imo #especially in terms of how he's written and his motivations/how he sort of grows and evolves over both ME2 and ME3 #like the quote i subquoted the post with is the one you get when you try to stall him from going up into the tower #(so it's not from soph's canon- but i love the scene so i used it anyways) #and one of the things i really like is that you can see the switch from mordin in ME2 who argues that what he did was RIGHT #versus mordin in ME3 who is starting to see what was wrong in the context of all the new information he has #and for me- seeing a character who can grow to recognize that they're flawed and made mistakes- i can respect the HELL outta that #even if mordin isn't my favorite character in the trilogy i'm gonna give him massive props for his character growth arc #because it's always interesting to see someone grow and recognize their mistakes and find a way to be a better person #to own their mistakes and fix the shit that they fucked up #i don't think i'd ever choose the option to not cure the genophage but mordin will always get props from me for his character arc tbh #i'll stop rambling now! have a good day wherever you are <3

[chibi-scone]

Remember when the whole ordeal with s2 was that Ed was so heartbroken that Stede left him that he tried to get himself and the whole crew killed and then they got reunited within like 2 episodes and never spoke about anything of interest together and then that same Ed decided to ditch Stede after a couple of days because he wanted to catch fishes and that lasted half an episode before they got reunited again and the show ended on them leaving everyone to live in a simultaneously doomed to fail/happy ending inn and everyone was like wow good writing I can’t believe this could get canceled $10k billboard in times square

#I want to scream thinking about it #amongst other stupid writing choices regarding story and characters #the timeline is so fucked and I’ve only seen the season once ok don’t come at me with buhhh it was that long because idc #can’t believe you all hated Izzy in s1 for thinking that Ed was having another identity crisis when he literally behaves like this in canon #ofmd critical #not to sound like I’m only shitting on Ed because wtf was stedes deal also #not even gonna tell Ed what happened and why you didn’t come back at the end of s1 #like they didn’t talk this season besides saying cliché ass romantic dialogue to each other #remember guys they’re a couple :)) and they kiss and say nice things to each other :)) #cool do they have literally anything else going for them this season or #might turn on reblogs later i just wanted to rant in private for now jgjsjfn #honestly dont remember how much the board cost but ik it was a lot #i mustve blocked it out of my mind

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

this is a subject change but also a question that for fandom-hermitage reasons i am genuinely curious as to the answers to, bc i don't think i've ever seen anyone have a conclusive hc about it. anyway,

if you're split between multiple regions choose the one that you lean more towards or that feels most likely to you to be the canon answer. also feel free to elaborate in tags/comments on your answer 👀

#the nemesis speaks #pla analysis #kalos/galar/paldea get squished into one bc i feel like none of them will be very popular picks and i've only got the 10 slots #anyway given that there's like. literally no overt hints we're given afaik (unless some minor npc has a lore drop in dialogue later on) #and her descendants are in sinnoh so no great evidence there. so it's fairly ambiguous #i feel like it might be kanto since a farm worker does mention there's a group of pokemon battlers there #otoh the ranger regions DO canonically have a very distinct current and historical relationship with pokemon to the mainline regions #and zisu's style is specifically described as a ''martial art'' involving pokemon #so they are also a distinct possibility if you believe they exist in the same continuity #and then there's the fact that she knows about cyllene's history being from hoenn. so it could also be there #i don't know. there's a few potential backstories i'm toying with for her but i'm curious what other people think #but idk! #woah when did they add the ability to edit poll posts???

[mookybear12404]

Venti making it clear that Kaeya is one of his people and belongs in Mondstat just as much as anyone else

#genshin impact #I'm like #99% sure kaeya knows that venti is Barbados #i cant remember if its explicitly canon or not but his dialogue during that whole thing #at least makes it pretty obvious to me he knows venti is the anemo archon #anyways #KAEYA WHO FELT HE NEVER BELONGED ANYWHERE #DISOWNED BY BOTH HIS FAMILIES #A FOREIGNER IN A NATION HE WANTS SO DESPERATELY TO BE HIS HOME BUT HE HAS FEELS DUTY TO BETRAY #TO HAVE THE LITERAL GOD OF THAT NATION #BE LIKE 'NO YOU ARE ONE OF MY OWN' #'YOU BELONG HERE' #DAMN #WHAT HAPPENED TO HANGOUTS BEING SILLY FUN TIMES WHY AM I CRYING #genshin impact spoilers

[mydemonsdrivealimo]

oh fleeting thoughts of blaine and kennedy i love you <3 (the fleeting thoughts in question are of kennedy being assassinated)

#bear with me here but this was the train of thought #i was thinking about how a lot of people w multiple stories/parings consistently keep the same dynamics #w dialogue that could literally be interchangeable #and i was like i hope i dont do that #and then i was thinking of how kennedy and blaine are a little bit lighter hearted than jensen and bryce #but then theres also a lot of angst potential #and i was like well one of them could literally get shot #and then the angst of that whole thing #but then what if.. it was worse #so assassination was the first thing that came to mind #and kennedy was the victim bc for some reason i like putting blaine through it #n e ways that was the whole thing #sorry kennedy #no this is not canon but.. au 👀 #kennedy grant #blaine hayes

[iloveyouitisruiningmylife]

so I was thinking this since yesterday because of these tags on the webweave

and this one came after that

and it made me think like what if. what if. it's actually not that deep it's just me who's so emotionally attached to this piece of media because i have known it for this long and it's my coping mechanism.like what if that second person watches jjk and doesn't connect with them like this and they end up hating it because i gave them hope and i made it deeper than it is💀

i am so mad at your brain for spiralling down this road because all i can think is OMG!!!!!! YOUR WEBWEAVE IS SO AWESOME PEOPLE WANT TO WATCH THE SHOW JUST BECAUSE OF SOME PICS AND QUOTES GLUED TOGETHER!!!!!!!!!! also pls i love the first tags so cute with DO ANOTHER!!!!

#vio babe in my experience #main kaise samjhau without hurting you 😭 #but like the canon is always so much more underwhelming than fanmade material 😭 #like for kpop you look at the content they give us and you look at the fan fiction ekdum zameen asmaan ka farak hai #but like i don't think you should feel guilty or something because like as a fan all it makes me think is omg #people writers artists are so fucking cool and poetic and awesome how did they take something simple and beautiful and turn it into #something completely different deeper richer better more fleshed out how did they put so much thought into this #and how im so so so thankful that this media existed as a base so that these wonderful artists could get inspired and make such #beautiful things for the world to see #like yk how i felt na seeing stsg i was like that's it??? what are people so crazy about that was barely anything?????? #but the fandom made me love them so much more than canon did because they analysed every little interaction #every quirk or smile or dialogue and made something complicatted and big out of it and now i see the full picturr and it all falls into #place?? #like canon is just adhoora without people like you okay you make it more loveable accessible you're literally carrying the fandom on your #that guy what's his name gege? he should fucking send u thank you cards and like 5000 dollars for making that webweave okay #ok bohot zyada bol diya if my point got lost somewhere i just mean ki ily and your over thinking brain #vio love

[mori-no-majou]

‘nooo they can’t make an animated zelda movie! if they make a zelda movie it needs to be live action!’ biting you biting you biting you biting you biting you biting you BITING YOU BIT

#urusai majou #it's the videogame equivalent of 'lord of the rings would be better if it was more like game of thrones' #for the record though zelda is something I don't think could ever be adapted into a movie regardless of medium #and I'm saying that as someone who was genuinely charmed by the mario movie #I think the difference is that the mario games have a very consistent identity so like. there's a clear list of criteria there #just make it cute and colourful and not ashamed of what it is and you're golden #zelda on the other hand is a lot more personal. it's a story you're specifically supposed to insert yourself into #everyone has a different idea of who link is #it's telling that the internet can't even agree on whether or not link should have verbal dialogue. much less how he'd sound if he did #adapting it into a movie would naturally mean losing that in favour of one fixed canon version of link #which eiji aonuma has specifically said several times he doesn't want #so like. yeah somehow I'm not altogether sure there is anything to the rumours tbh #and as far as live action nintendo adaptations in general go. have you Looked at the art styles for any of these games #literally the only nintendo ips that wouldn't look straight up weird in live action are metroid and Maybe fire emblem #but again. only if it was shadow dragon or the tellius games #anything else and you'd run into the same issue of steamrolling players' choices with a fixed canon #uhg idk. ultimately it all boils down to the mentality currently floating around that live action movies are the zenith of art #and they're just. not #sometimes the ideal medium for a story is the one it was originally written in #and zelda is definitely one of those things tbh

[teamhawkeye]

i really do worry for the state of media literacy these days

you go into any tag and see people with their whole ass chest saying wrong and untrue shit, and they wholeheartedly believe they’re correct despite the canon source they’re pulling from saying otherwise

#this is specifically about Travis and someone saying he can 'get away with all the murders he committed' #in the ending where he Laura and Ryan find and kill Silas and break the curse #that would mean that canonically Travis has committed NO murders. because he only ever crosses that line when Laura shoots him in chapter 7 #and you cannot break the curse by doing so because Laura and Travis have to work together in order to go after Silas #'going to do everything in his power not to get caught'- tell me you didn't absorb anything other than surface level detail from the game #without telling me. because i can very much tell you didn't get much of anything out of the experience #that man literally gives Laura the power to kill him before going after Silas. he is ready to atone then and there to her #he is repeatedly saying and showing that he hates the cover ups and lying and misery the curse and helping his family is causing #you can not like a character but for fuck's sake - making shit up to make you feel more self righteous about your hate is pathetic looking #and most of the information about Travis is hard fact - it is peppered throughout the game through his dialogue and notes/clues/evidence #vs. Silas who there is almost NOTHING set in stone about. you only know that he's the source of the curse and Eliza kept him caged #even Travis in the end can say he has doubts about whether he was actually Eliza's 'son' or if she didn't just take him and cage him #anyways...i know i'm biased but Travis is the most multi-faceted character in the game and he's the best <3

[strewbi]

I just feel like all of this Zagreus is incompetent slander is because you didn’t keep playing the game after you beat the first final boss round, or after the true ending. Because he GETS competent and respected. He LEARNS the harp. Even his dad who literally can only love him a limited amount respects him.

#like video games are the only medium where you have to work to get more story #and you can be barred from more story if you don’t make progress #I get that. If you didn’t get to the ‘more story’ of it all you didn’t do it. #You’re not Chaos’s bestest little grandson #you don’t know that Hades literally holds Hypnos’s cheeriness up next to Zagreus and finds Zagreus wanting #You don’t know that they have the ability to become snarky but warm business associates who ultimately respect each other #You stopped at him not knowing what birds are and went 🤪 he’s so dumb #He’s literally asterius’s number 2 best friend. That’s canon. #I like what am I doing? am I complaining that other people didn’t turn this game into their sleepy comfort game for the past three years? #I don’t know. #I guess it’s just like #people walked away from it before he had any of his real growth #before in the MASSIVE amount of game dialogue and scenes he continued to change and grow and bond with the people around him #which I can’t blame anyone for having other things to do with their time #it’s just frustrating! #all of them change and grow! Dusa! Meg! Hypnos! Probably Than but I haven’t gotten there yet #You really have to make a single purchase in this game and then run around and see how it affects the dialogue for a while. #Which I didn’t do in my original save. I’ve tried to do it in my non godmode save but woof.