I'm still so warm and fuzzy, friends.
I have not seen my notes as flooded as they were yesterday since S2 was airing. I genuinely could barely keep up with everything and I was TRYING.
Everywhere I looked there were people sharing their love of the show and the friends they made because of it. They were being vulnerable and opening up about what it meant to them, how they felt in the fandom. They were talking about how OFMD sparked their creativity in ways they never anticipated.
And I am STILL seeing it today!! There are STILL so many lovely letters out there!! My heart is so incredibly full.
Truly, if you're ever feeling down, whether it's about OFMD or something else, just reach out. Put some love into the universe. Tell people you care about them. Tell them why. Be tender as hell. Be earnest as hell.
I guarantee it'll be returned to you tenfold. 💕
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Into the control center!
I don't know what I expected it to be like, exactly. Lots of control panels, some steampunk shit, perhaps. Mad scientist bubbling and lightning arcs everywhere.
What we actually get is a bunch of ominous whispering in the air and a bunch of brains floating in tubes.
Because of course we do.
Interacting with it, apparently, connects us to one of the Watchers out in the city.
Narrator: A parasite stirs within the pickled brain, twitching. As your mind connects, you feel yourself become strong, powerful. Metal. You are a Steel Watcher charging through the streets in pursuit of a young girl. She is screaming.
Well. That's fucked up. But on the bright side, Hector can try to influence it through the connection.
[WISDOM] Try to trip the Steel Watcher.
(A/N: DC 25, basically impossible even with Hector's high WIS. :( )
Narrator: The parasite is too strong, and you can only watch as the little girl rounds a corner... to find a dead end. She cries for her mother as you draw your lance, raising it above your head. You are kicked from the infected brain as the lance comes down.
...Oh, shit. Hector... really, really, REALLY did not like experiencing that.
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As Karlach and the others look on, Hector's head twitches sharply to one side, the connection with the brain taking him over. For a few seconds he is deadly still, and then his eyes widen to show the whites and his fists clench at his sides.
"No--" he begins to mumble. "No-- no-- no, don't-- DON'T-- NOOO!" He screams, lashes one hand out sideways, and then there is a sudden burst of energy from the apparatus that sends him crashing backwards into the wall. With a soft groan of pain he slides to the floor, trembling all over.
"Hec!" Karlach is at his side in an instant, one arm around his shoulders, steadying him. "Gods-- what happened? Are you all right?"
He stares past her shoulder with a haunted expression; all the blood seems to have drained from his face. "I tried to stop it... I tried... I wasn't strong enough, and it-- oh, gods, it was just a little girl..."
He is breathing so quick and shallow that for a moment she thinks he is going to pass out. She shifts to grab his face in both her hands, forcing him to meet her eyes. "Hey. Hey-- stay with me, soldier. Stay here with me." She casts her mind around into memories of their past conversations. "Like you taught me, right? Two beats to the breath... steady... stay with me..."
He swallows, struggles to find his control, to follow her instructions and breathe more steadily. One of his hands grips her arm like a lifeline.
Jaheira crouches on his other side, her expression tight with concern. "You saw something, cub?" she murmurs. "What did you see?"
He gulps down another breath of air, rocks his head back against the wall. Slowly the paralyzing adrenaline begins to fade and he's able to speak, and his words send a chill of horror through them all. "These brains, they're... each of them leads to one of the Watchers. I-- I was inside it, looking out of it, but I couldn't control it. It... it killed a little girl, she was screaming for help and no one came... I couldn't stop it..."
Jaheira frowns sharply; her eyes flick up to Minsc, whose eyes are flaring with bright anger at the tale.
"These metal monsters target children on the street?" the Rashemaar rumbles. Karlach feels a slight shiver go through her at the deep rage underlying the words; she has heard stories of Minsc's moments of true fury but not yet had occasion to see it for herself. "Minsc and Boo shall see this Gortash's head torn from his body and Boo shall use his skull for a wheel!"
"A man of greater cruelty I have rarely seen," Jaheira agrees grimly. "I am not sure even Irenicus discriminated so little." She stands sharply. "We must press on, Carlisle," she says - the tone more gentle than the words. "More will die if we do not stop these abominations."
He nods unsteadily. It takes all the effort he is capable of, but he draws a hoarse breath, lets it out heavily, and forces himself to calm, to control and inward stillness. There is no time for him to lose himself now. But the girl's scream is still echoing in his mind, and there is helpless rage and despair sitting so near within him if he lets himself slip.
"Come on, Hec," Karlach says softly. "I'm with you. Let's go." She tips her head forward as if to brush her lips to his temple, but he shakes his head once, sharply.
"If you kiss me," he says, "I really won't be able to hold it together." She can hear the effort that is going into his control now, an effort she has never heard there before; she has rarely seen him so shaken.
She nods. She can understand that. She knows what it is like to be so buried in harsh reality that a touch of softness would snap it to pieces.
"Later then. For us both," she answers. "On your feet, soldier. Let's move."
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there's this seat at the open coworking space i usually go to, and people tend to avoid it because there's a lil plant behind it and one of its leaves hangs slightly towards the seat, so when you sit down it just kinda hangs a little off the side of your head.
personally? i love it.
it's like a lil buddy floating beside you (paimon 2.0 but better). it's out of sight most of the time but it's there if you turn your head. it's my personal ducky now.
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