#( thread. ) dialogue

[astralleywright]

spent like an hour trying to find a post abt the disparity of origin companion's content in bg3 and couldn't so, hey, this fucking sucks

[alciedoodles]

part 7 of 7 - confessions

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Thank you all for reading! Especially if you've been following since day 1 lol :) as a side note, this was meant to be only 1 page per day, but the final two parts got a little out of hand... for a total of 16 pages! (9 just for this finale)

[thegaissilent]

for: @halfofozsfavouriteteam

Being Glinda, the Good is, above everything else, tiring.

She can't even pinpoint what is the most tiring part of it. If it's the fact she has to perform way more than she did her entire life, if it's the fact the work never ends and she barely has time to stop and relax. Or if it's simply because she feels stuck in a loop and there is no way out.

Her entire life is made out of lies now. Having to listen to those rumors about her best friend and not being able to say anything against them, smiling and waving to the crowd while they stare at her like she's some sort of savior.

Getting married to Fiyero so she can finally stop thinking about her.

She is tired. She is so tired. And yet she can't stop it. She doesn't know how to. Because despite it all, despite the fact that this is wrong and repulsive, she can't help herself. She can't help the small amount of satisfaction that she gets when people are praising her. When she's celebrated, applauded.

It doesn't compare to real love, of course. It never will.

But it fills her up somehow. It's all that she's had for the last years and if she keeps trying, she knows she can pretend that they truly love her.

Plus, she's still trying to make moves to actually take down the Wizard. To destroy this awful, terrible system from inside. So maybe, one day, she will be able to clean Elphaba's name. And have her friend back beside her.

(Does she actually believe she can do that still, though? Or did that naiveté die with Galinda?)

Either way, her entire life is absurdly tiring and as soon as she reaches the Emerald Palace in her bubble, exhausted from a very long day, she only wants to soak in her bathtub, and then lie on her bed.

But instead, she's called by the Wizard and grunts at that as she makes her way to the room where he keeps the goddamn machine. Everyday, Glinda wishes she could set that thing on fire.

As soon as she walks past the door, she freezes, though.

Green skin. Black clothes. Dark hair with microbraids.

Elphie.

"Elphie!" She exclaims, throwing herself on her friend to hug her tight. "What... What are you doing here?"

[dinkythings]

For the brave soul that asked for a bigger version of my playlist cover.... here you go lol. I think I doodled this in March last year. He's been on my brain for a while, clearly.

[heireign]

gonna be a bit spotty until sunday communication wise but in the meantime ❤️ for a one liner

[pmpwbrrs]

asked my telegram followers which characters I should draw that I had never drawn before, and Connie and Rudie were mentioned

these two are some of my least favourite characters in the game design-wise, simply because they're not attached to an inanimate object like any other toon. they stand out . but this is an opportunity to give them a redesign

[kacievvbbbb]

[padfootastic]

hohoho i am writing a remus & sirius confrontation that is ending up a little too mean and it’s verging on the edge of not fitting into FoD but by god, is it satisfying 😈😈😈

“Oh, stop pretending, Remus.” There’s a part of Sirius, not insignificant, that tells him to shut the fuck up. To bite back the words as he’d always done. They don’t expect it of him but he is perfectly capable of maintaining a civil tongue when needed. He just doesn’t want to, today. “You’ve always resented us, haven’t you?”

“Padfoot, do you even hear yourself—?” Remus’ amber eyes are bright, almost feverish, and Sirius knew that all he had to do was push.

So he did.

- brought to u by ‘i’ve been thinking about remus and i also recently read a fic that blindsided me w commentary on james’ and sirius’ social positions intimidating remus into compliance as an excuse for his cowardice and general temperament and got incredibly annoyed at how he is, yet again, victimised so i shall now endeavour to turn that idea around on its head using the ‘ol ‘u cannot help someone who does not want to be helped’ adage so help me god’

[godstrayed]

open.

“You possess an unnerving inclination toward self-destruction, with barely a flicker of instinct for survival. You waltz with the devil; only to wonder why your hands emerge charred and blistered, ignorant but aware to your own propensities.” It's not a professional assessment. Far from it. It's merely a curious observation he had spent time attempting to unravel. He is close but has not yet found that thread that will lead him to the end. “You're driving yourself headfirst to ruin, and I can only wonder why?”

[ten-ninokuruwa]

i bring a "i think kris not being the knight would actively harm the storytelling of the game" sort of vibe to the fandom that deltarune theorists dont really like

[deficd]

@petitsdieu sent “Where she stops...” || Delirious

That’s the easy part— kneeling at the sepulcher of her presence and adoring. Harder is holding on when her stillness cracks. Aposynthos feels her body gather, like a missile under arctic camouflage, and knows: She’s about to go.

The sweat on his back is cold and stings as he stands from the tile. For a second all he can see is the rich stippling of her iris, every fleck not a color but an action— as if she’s always, even at rest, in impossible motion. It fills him with a vertigo worse than hypoxia: those who fall for angels don’t fly, but plummet.

Swallows;

salivary glands dry as paper;

his mouth fills with copper.

When he tries to speak her name it flits out as a wet, consumptive sound— less a word than the sound a body makes when drowning, the last-ditch attempt to summon air. But Angel Lung’s already there, crowning through the haze, her silhouette a familiar geometry in a world otherwise wiped clean.

Doesn’t remember what’d hit him, only the blue flash in the median between moments, a dissolving curtain of light. The next thing is the taste— always the fucking taste, the signature that it’s not entirely his blood he’s swallowing— and the way his own bones shriek when he tries to move. The corridor is a tilt-a-whirl: vertigo so deep there is no up. She comes into focus as the world pivots violently around a fulcrum of pain lodged somewhere opaque, abdominal or maybe spinal. He does not know the poison, but he knows the way his body metabolizes violence— hands already flexing, searching for a weapon or a wound.

Yooouuu’re leak-iiing.

At first, it’s in neither his voice nor hers; then it’s both, entwined. When he looks— really looks— there’s a river of dark arterial run-off, arterial and not his. No, that’s a lie. Some of it is his, and it sizzles the tile with signature venom, little chemical nimbus around the spill.

Aposynthos wants to say something devastating, gallant, true. Instead, it comes out sublingually: “Fuck.”

[cinnamnt]

i know aai2 is a fan favorite but i’m ngl im on the second to last case and im still just Not buying it. mostly because they keep trying to force this theme of “oooohhh is edgeworth gonna leave being a prosecutor to become a defense attorney with his dad’s colleague ?? he’s already in hot water at the prosecutor’s office! what’s gonna happen next!” fucking nothing dawg. because you can’t make a character where most of their personality is learning to expose truths through prosecuting rather than defending and learning to make good with the hand that you’re dealt and then try to convince me that something would ever change that. like no i don’t believe edgeworth would ever become a defense attorney he literally underwent a massive ego death just to figure out you shouldn’t lie in court

there’s just. no suspense in this overarching plot because i already know what the outcome will be. you can see it from a mile away just based on how the character is structured. so like why should i CARE

[vulgcrz]

brass knuckles are clutched in her hand, every one of her punches landing with all the more force. the man before her is tied to the chair, ankles and wrists bound, duct tape hanging from his cheek from where he'd been gagged earlier. it was a rarity these days for her to get her hands bloody, even before she'd been pregnant with the twins, but this fuck had the audacity to threaten their family. brushing her hair away from her face, isabelle looks down at the man before scoffing, gaze turning to find ross'. "well, i was going to say it's your turn, but he passed out again. pussy." / @cherrysugcr

[byerlyv]

Anyone else ever read a book that sounds like it was written by someone who has only ever written and read Internet Posts? Like the author wrote every page as a separate Post and then threw in some transitions and mashed it all into one thing and called it a book?

[shubaka]

The Wiꓘed Lies We Live  - Chapter 10

Pairing: KimChay (eventually) Warnings/tags:  Canon-typical violence, bodyswap au, slow burn   Chapter summary:  Sometimes you can't just sit around and wait. To start from the beginning (x)

An update! *throws confetti*

[siffrins-therapist]

An obstacle of having major backstory plot points happen in a country no one can remember: Having NO blinding clue how to integrate that info into the main storyline.