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O’saa

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Postmortem Chapter 7

fellas is it gay to nurse another man back to health

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The drawings for the video, here, by themselves :3!!

Also!! I’m going to be opening up commissions soon (when PayPal stops being a bitch) because of several reasons so keep an eye open for that 🫶

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I still steal that soul stone everytime, idc, give it to me. Dumbass ghost.

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Got too silly

I hope I used the right translation but ig it doesn’t matter too much bc I’m twisting the meaning of the song anyway (?)

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Got too silly

I hope I used the right translation but ig it doesn’t matter too much bc I’m twisting the meaning of the song anyway (?)

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Got too silly

I hope I used the right translation but ig it doesn’t matter too much bc I’m twisting the meaning of the song anyway (?)

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Levi funger request 💜

One the first things he did after the festival was buy a motorcycle. Maybe it was a result of the Termina or maybe his being trapped must of his life. But now there was only the open road for him. He didn’t mind though the thought of settling down in some forgotten city or famous town made him spiral out of control.

So he stayed with the road as his home. It was at least better then his past homes but he never knew where he would sleep at night. If he had the coin he could rent a room but more offend that not found himself asleep in a back alleyway with the rats and the rest of his kind.

Each place he visited was always ended up the same. He’d steal for his survival. Work shady people. Look for drugs. Get into fights. Kill sometimes. Always a reason to skip town and move on.

There was also the issue of the maintenance on the motorcycle. Well over the spirit of the mechanic caressed Levi's ear and he knew how to fix it. Strange as those he had to kill during the festival still haunt him. Never in his past did the dead help him like this but he wasn’t going to complain.

Life on the road wasn’t always bad. He could go south for the winter and north when it got hot again. Just freedom to do as he pleased. In all his short life he never had this kind of freedom. He could eat, sleep, and do drugs as he pleased without being beaten.

But there was always the fear that he would get suck in some shit girl and never get out. Being forced to take roots but that idea clashed with what he needed which was freedom. An open road.

How long could he keep this life going? Did he ever have to stop? He thought about what jobs he could do. Maybe he could be a mercenary but the idea was far too close to the military for comfort. Why should he change one prison for another.

The idea of him being serving people like a waiter was laughable to him. Who would even hire him? It would even take the risk? He belonged on the street like the rest of his kind.

At some point he found himself in a rest stop with towering pine trees around him. A massive lake that out stretched beyond the horizon was before him.

Levi sat on a picnic table with the wind brushing his hair away. The smell of the fresh water comforting him. In his hand was a bottle of heroin that he played between his fingers. He wasn’t really looking at it but blankly out to the water.

Part of him knew that this life couldn’t go on forever. He would have stop at some point. But what would that mean for him? It terrified him to have to stay still. The past was catch up to him. And death would be better than that.

A story that he read in a newspaper told of a man that had Levi’s same dependency had overcome the addiction. Same man was a soldier like Levi that had been prescribed heroin due to the war. This person had locked themselves in a hotel room for a week and fought off the withdrawals and faced all the terrors of the past.

Levi thought about doing the same as the man in the newspaper. But he wasn’t quite ready to face that hell.

He could feel another whispering and his ear that damn doctor again. Saying silly things like being healed and moving on. It made Levi angry that he throw the bottle again then table. It broke leaving the drug staining the wood.

Levi grunted, he should have done that. He needed everything bottle he could get his fingers on. But for now the voice of the doctor was silent.

The rest stop had gone on long enough. He got back on the motorcycle. Turning the engine on it roared muting out the sounds of the past and the sounds of the voices. All he could hear was that roar in the need to move.

He could be free for now.

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daan and levis dynamic i made up in my mind is incredibly dear to me. trope of troubled youth and their even more troubled mentor who continually fails them Ahh the world is beautiful

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for elise,

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having a lot of thoughts about weeping scope and what the design means for levi’s character. more under the cut because it gets LONG. brief cw for a levi-typical drug reference in the second bullet point

two major things i’m focusing on here which are the fact that weeping scope is entirely nude and the obvious giant gun growth. which are kind of the only two things he has, so it’s the only two things to focus on. anyway.

naked

i wouldn’t really point this out since funger is funger but most of the other moonscorched forms do have some form of clothes. weeping scope is ass naked though. he’s completely exposed and has nowhere to hide.

- someone else pointed out in a fic that his jumpsuit covers everything except for what really matters (the track marks on his arms) and while obviously that’s not entirely relevant to weeping scope it’s still. that theme of exposure

- additionally the lack of genitalia/hardened over area where genitals would be — again considering how funger loves gratuitous nudity, big thing here that levi Doesn’t have anything there. (you could take this as trans coding but i feel like they would’ve been more obvious about it considering marina, but regardless) there’s a lot of conclusions to be drawn from that but i think the most noticeable is how the game does go out of its way to hammer in that he’s still a kid. he’s hit puberty (mostly) he’s 18 but he’s still a scared child. underdeveloped. etc

his head exploded and now there’s a gun

something i noticed when going through the enemy list (confession: i haven’t played funger yet because i do not have the right computer. sad.) is that it resembles the platoon enemy in structure and texture which is actually pretty interesting considering the platoon’s nature as a not-very-sentient weapon despite the fact that it is specifically described as a moonscorched human. that’s slightly off topic but i don’t think the texture resemblance between weeping scope’s gun and the platoon body is a coincidence

- what i’m literally thinking about irt the gun being Fucking Huge is the fact that it’s oversized and how that relates to being a child soldier. his main gun itself (rifle) is also very very long. too long for his tiny malnourished ass. it’s huge and unwieldy and

- takes over the entirety of where his head used to be. he literally has no way to think anymore. it’s just gun. no head. no thoughts. just gun and obviously fear and sobbing because even when less than human he’s reverted to extensions of both sides of himself: the terrified child and the mindless soldier. all he can do is cry and shoot. all he can do even as levi is cry and shoot (it’s all he’s good for, it’s all he’s meant for — while it’s a funny interaction, i do think about the segment in prhvl bop where he plays the piano and says it’s too late for his life to change trajectory [how old are you?] 18) — but it’s. so much more obvious and inescapable as weeping scope

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my thoughts on most cast members are not fully developed yet (even the ones i've already posted about, honestly) but there's something i really like about daan and karin's social dynamic. i think they're good character foils, in the sense that understanding one of them gives you a better lens to understand the other one from?

i know i've recently made a post about daan, but he was traumatized by his family at a young age and responded to it by not seeking help until after they were already out of the picture -- he didn't act on any agency he had before then, or take risks in order to minimize the damage they had on his life -- and upon being forced to make a decision on what to do with himself in their absence, as a kid, he ends up seeking out a similar dynamic in the form of the baron, who sort of impressed and insisted upon him who he should be and what he should be doing, and structures his life under his influence. he has never invested any part of his identity into himself, only other people. and now in his adulthood, he still takes a backseat to his role in his own life, despite having the agency to insist otherwise. there's nothing he truly wants to do, and every decision that he makes for himself is one he has been lead into. most events of his life were not decisions he actively made, but came to pass through acquiescence. it's as if he has dissociated through every memory and every event, even now. he takes an immensely passive role on Himself.

karin was always stubborn and independent due to her family's negligence and lack of personal affection, and at some point in her childhood is unsure if she's either genuinely entrusted to her babysitter or was kidnapped by her -- a fact that can only be confirmed by her own memory and perception of events, which becomes the main thing she trusts. she has never invested any part of her identity into other people, only in herself. it's hitting her in a sore spot that unexplainable events are happening when she KNOWS her best tools to protect herself are to trust herself and trust her gut, which is the basis for a lot of the 'gas leak' jokes. she is kidnapped and violently resists it as much as she feels able, and becomes both paranoid and distrustful with a strong sense of personal justice. it's what she wants to do, and is a decision that she made for herself in the face of opposition. most decisions she has made in her life, for herself, were in the face of opposition, struggling for any sense of security that makes things seem both safe and correct. she reacted to her own lack of agency (in lack of affection from her family, in lack of control over her life due to kidnapping, in injustice being done to her without her input) with deep-seated anger, paranoia, distrust, dogged stubbornness, individuality, and self-isolation. the first thing she does upon a new game start is, literally, run away from everyone else. she takes an immensely proactive role on Herself.

which makes a fun 'immovable object' versus 'unstoppable force' conversational dynamic! of COURSE she can't stand him. he repeatedly caves to whatever her complaints are with passive nonchalance, because he's only used to people that assert things onto him. she can't stand that he doesn't react with equivalently strong emotion, because it emulates her lack of control over the situation and her own life. she's obsessed with pursuing rigid facts to rely on in the face of human deceit and cruelty, and he's vague and alexithymic in the face of human deceit and cruelty. he very much has a Blank Soul, emotionally corrupting himself into a hollow shell of apathy, and she very much has an Endless Soul, emotionally corrupting herself into a hollow shell of hypervigilance. and i just think it's so funny that she both wants to get a rise out of him so badly and it's also the exact way to never get a rise out of him at all because he's so used to being dictated!!!

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more of them

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