#choose utilized

[icewindandboringhorror]

(also feel free in the tags to clarify Why you made the choice you made!! :0c)

[parachutingkitten]

well... it's different...

and what in the actual world is going on with her mouth here???

what is this?

why does she now have wings on her face?

[thornsinwinter]

Rating: M (eventual E for smut) Pairings: Eventual Tamlin/Eris Warnings: Patricide, Murder Chapter 1/2 AO3 Link

The forest burned.

Eris watched from the balcony of his private chambers as orange flames licked at the ancient trees surrounding Forest House. Autumn leaves, already crimson and gold, curled and blackened in the heat. The fire roared like a living thing, devouring everything in its path. His fire. His power.

His birthright.

For centuries, he had waited for this day. For centuries, he had endured his father's cruelty, had watched his mother flinch at Beron's approach, had seen his brothers broken one by one under the High Lord's heel. Eris had played the dutiful son, the cold and calculating heir, allowing his father to believe he had shaped Eris in his own image. It was the only way to survive in the Autumn Court. The only way to get close enough to strike.

Tonight, that patience would bear fruit. Tonight, Beron would fall, and Eris would claim what had always been meant to be his. The fire would draw away the bulk of Beron's guards, dividing his father's attention and resources. And it represented what Eris intended for the Autumn Court: the old order burning away so something new could grow from the ashes.

"Is this truly necessary?" asked a voice behind him.

Eris didn't turn. He knew who stood in the shadows of his room. The familiar voice of his exiled brother carried a hint of judgment.

"Every bit of it," Eris replied, watching the flames climb higher. "The court needs to see chaos before I bring order."

"And the casualties?" Lucien asked.

Now Eris did turn. His brother stood tall by the doorway, copper hair gleaming in the firelight that spilled through the windows. The mechanical golden eye whirred softly as it adjusted to the dim light.

"Those loyal to me were warned to evacuate," Eris said coolly. "The rest are Beron's creatures. Their deaths serve our purpose."

Lucien's jaw tightened. "You sound like him when you talk that way."

The words struck deeper than Eris would admit. His greatest fear had always been becoming like his father in truth—cold, merciless, viewing lives as tools to be used and discarded.He had spent too long cultivating that very image, the perfect mask to hide his true intentions. Sometimes, he wondered if he had been cursed like Spring, if the mask had begun to fuse with his face, forever hiding the male that lay underneath.

"I am nothing like our father," Eris said, a flash of genuine anger breaking through his composed exterior. "He burns for pleasure. I burn with purpose."

"Then prove it," Lucien challenged, stepping closer. "Revolution doesn't require slaughter."

Eris studied his brother. It had been centuries since Lucien had been exiled from the Autumn Court, centuries since he had last stood in these halls. There was something different about him now; a stillness, a predatory patience that hadn't been there before. The Spring Court had changed him.

"You've grown harder," Eris observed.

"We all have," Lucien replied. "Are you having second thoughts?"

Eris turned back to the burning forest, allowing himself a moment of honesty. "Not about killing him. But about what comes after..." He exhaled slowly. "Beron has ruled for millennia. The court knows nothing else. Rebuilding will not be easy."

"You've planned for this since before I was exiled," Lucien said. "If anyone can reshape the Autumn Court, it's you."

The words carried an unexpected weight of confidence. Eris hadn't realized how much he needed to hear them.

"Strategy is my concern," he said, his mask slipping back into place. "Your task is to play your part."

"Our bargain was clear," Lucien said, stepping to stand beside him at the balcony railing. "I help you claim your throne, and you end my exile officially."

"And I will honor it," Eris said. "Once I am High Lord."

Below them, shouts erupted as guards rushed to contain the spreading fire. Useless. Eris had spent centuries mastering his fire magic, preparing for this moment. The flames would burn exactly as long and as far as he wished. No more, no less.

An understanding between them settled into place. Whatever doubts either had harbored were irrelevant now. The path was set.

"It's time," Eris said, straightening his embroidered autumn-red jacket. "Beron will be in the throne room, believing himself safe behind his guards. He never did understand that the greatest threats come from within."

Lucien nodded, his copper hair gleaming in the firelight. "Lead the way." Read the rest here

[kidokear]

Peak Gabv1el development (for me, at least) is when someone calls V1 an object and it's Gabriel who go off on this someone, like, he will not allow anyone to entertain that notion. This angle will defend V1's autonomy and sentience with his life.

I think it's sweet and it's a great way to show how far their relationship and bond (romantic or platonic) has gone. Gabriel going from calling them a thing to not letting anyone to call them that and even taking offence (probably more than them) to someone thinking of them like that? How can I not love this? He's the king of fast character development. XD

[spliqi]

i’m actually distraught over the difference between how dazai talks to akutagawa vs how he talks about him

[falloutconfessions]

"I wonder if Piper would let me babysit Nat..."

Fallout Confessions

[lucky-clover-gazette]

the fact that i can now pause my doctor who rewatch after the 2008 donna noble mindwipe, switch the tab, and watch her regain her memory in 2023 and save the world with the help of her part-doctor transgender daughter <3

[cursezoroark]

chapter 1! (and partially chapter 2?)

(First picture is a redraw from chapter 2's visual piece which is drawn by zumi honnojis! will be below Read More!)

[afterthelambs]

At this point in the game Fuuka is becoming the MVP of my party. What do u mean she can scan the enemies' weaknesses so i dont waste time and SP with trial and error? And she can map the entire floor so i dont have to waste time running around?? And her theurgy replenish my SP, HP, and give me buffs randomly at my discretion (aka it's not randomly triggered)??? Also she can give me an escape route in case that fuckass reaper shows up and i havent found the stairs to the next floor yet???? I havent played p4 so idk if their navigator is as useful as Fuuka but damn p3r is the first time im using a nav for utility and not just charming voicelines. Fuuka my beloved you are the gold standard for navigators everywhere

[itshomobirb]

they should let me explode things with my mind. for enrichment.

[aquamonstra]

Solas: I take it you have unlocked the secrets of the Vi'Revas?

Rook: Ya Bellara got that shit worked out like, day 1.

Solas: Excellent. And how are the Shadow Dragons liking their new accommodations?

Rook: I mean... Neve's settled into her room I guess? She's got a lot of wisps bugging her tho.

Solas: And the rest of them...?

Rook: ...What?

Solas: What do you mean "What?"

Rook: ........

Solas: Have you not given access to the Lighthouse and Eluvian network for the Shadow Dragons to utilize in freeing the slaves of Tevinter?

Rook: I uh... were we supposed to...?

Solas: You're not using the pocket-dimension stronghold with infinite rooms that bend to the dwellers needs with access to a teleportation network that I specifically designed as a safe-house and headquarters for escape slaves and freedom fighters to assist the abolitionist group you've allied with?

Rook: Well-

Solas: Are you using it to gather your forces against the Evanuris? Housing refugees affected by the Blight? How many allies have you amassed here??

Rook: It's just the five of us right now.

Solas: Five...

Rook: Yeah, but we're reaching out to a couple mo-

Solas: I GAVE THE INQUISITION AN ENTIRE CASTLE THAT THEY IMMEDIATELY FILLED WITH REFUGEES, USED TO HOUSE THEIR ARMY, AND BECAME A POINT OF PILGRIMAGE FOR THEIR CAUSE, AND YOU ARE USING MY MULTIDIMENSIONAL SLAVE REBELLION HEADQUARTERS TO HOUSE FIVE PEOPLE???

Rook (sweating): I uh... I'll go reach out to Dorian...

[cnl0400]

Diavolo knowing how to code is so charming to me... Do you think this guy knows assembly???

[serenabenson]

musing on it and as much as i think let me bring pardon is an episode not so much about god as it is about belief, the ep's take on religion (or at least organized christianity)-- if it even has one-- is pretty cynical. i mean. the villain of the episode is a youth pastor, and as villains go, he's particularly despicable-- chosen hunting ground an environment filled with especially vulnerable women, who uses people's genuine belief in god to manipulate them into trusting him so he can be alone with his targets, rapes a girl in a coma and then when confronted claims that it wasn't even wrong because ellie, mediated by god, told him she wanted it.

though it's an episode full of sympathetic characters navigating belief, religious faith takes a beating from a story standpoint, too-- laura's (a woman who'd previously "had a falling out with god") turn to fevered, fervent christianity is progressively characterized by the episode as the act of a desperate, unstable woman who will believe anyone telling her what she wants to hear-- that her daughter is "in there", that there's hope ellie will recover, that she'll get her daughter back-- first, olivia in rorshach and then pastor hartwell in let me bring pardon. she’s sincere in it, but it's laura's newly reactivated faith that makes her vulnerable to manipulation and puts her daughter in danger in the first place, and later it's laura's reactivated faith that has her see ellie's fetus is a "miracle" and not evidence of something more concerning. and then the real kicker-- the damning juxtaposition of olivia and pastor hartwell both claiming the same thing happened to them in the pvp over the interrogation table: that ellie "spoke" to them by squeezing their hand in response to a question (note: it's established pastor hartwell learned about olivia's experience through the neurosurgeon and then later laura). damning, because between the two of them, the audience knows which one is telling the truth, and it isn't the person claiming to be a representative of god. score one for the reluctant saint, and a big l for this ep's version of christianity.

[aroaceleovaldez]

one day I'll figure out how to turn my manual godly parent quiz into a. not manual quiz.

[emocatkeith]

day 598 of thinking that a bloodborne/dark souls-esque dark crystal game would go hard as fuck

[wizardnuke]

love having a coworker that's also into valo bc i walked up to him last week and asked if he played recently and he launched into the exact rant i was about to go for