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[doriana-gray-games]

Hi dori!! I don’t mean to be annoying if you like didn’t answer on purpose or anything but just in case since I hear tumblr eats asks a lot I was gonna send my old ask again; has mc read Watson’s books on them? And if they haven’t, will they get to? In romance route, does Watson’s writing change at all? Like, be more adoring or something? Thanks!!! Love the game so much! And the new chapter is so amazing!

It's just a generally low chance of me answering any ask I get. Sometimes tumblr does seem to lose things, but its more that I... Unless I have time and an idea just as I see the ask, I'm unlikely to answer. Partly because I am inclined to forget, but mostly becuase I feel when I spend a lot of time and effort on tumblr I have the bad habit of fooling myself into believing that I was being productive on the game 😂 (when I wasn't really...)

MC has read some of Watson's tales about them. I might make it a choice at some point on just how much, or I'll decide that all of it has been read by Sherlock. A little unsure. But it's safe to say that some has been imbibed (even if MC might protest otherwise...)

I remember I talked somewhere about how fun it would be if the love was sort of... very clear on the page. Haha. We shall see if that happens or not.

❤️ Thank you for playing

[inamindfarfaraway]

If Claudia did the ritual to heal her soul from dark magic, what do you think her deep truth would be?

[ahecktonoffandomsinoneblog]

anyone else reading fanfiction in their target language or just me??

[crythartic]

* Won't you play again, Kris?

[turnipen]

i did write a thing, it is not very good probably but it exists and should be out in the world a little bit

It was something that had been born once, and born again, and again, something which was alive and reborn regularly and yet had never died, not truly, but rather one would simply fade away as it was being born again. It was like to have been a human newborn and infant at one time, little remains of that time and what does is unverifiable. Eventually this thing had lost itself and the body was a shell for a time, eventually the external world became enough for a sense of identity to form, although it was never a true identity, nothing internal. It had an identity that amounted to external activities and social relations and the child was molded to be those things and nothing more. With time however this too faded for a “self” that is only external is no self at all. This lead to the second shell period, a much longer one, the closest to any true death. These years were marked by lack of the external notions that provided any self, as well as a rejection of the fragments of an internal identity that had persisted. It was tortured by this hollowness and yet that was simply its life, for there was truly no other life there, at a point nothing before it remained, nothing to look back to, only the present. And yet that notion of a person faded away too. It simply was not able to maintain itself, leaving a brief nothing. It was quickly replaced a new birth, a better one, and yet also a return to the external definition. It had no real notion of what it was or had been or wanted to be, but was able to forge basic needs. This period was farcical, not unlike previous times, but the farce was much different, it was not trying to be something that it knew was bad and undesired, but instead something not something it knew or understood, just something. That something was helpful, allowing a life to be lead and experience gain, but like all else this notion of just attempting something was unsustainable, and so faded away too. As it was fading away another notion came about, one that took others as the main source of a self, since others seem to have selves taking a little for its own self seemed reasonable. This worked quite well for it, so long as it could maintain others enough to take from, as long as it had someone who could fill in its ideas of a self. But much to its dismay this works only so well and for so long, inevitably failing. Yet it has not faded, not yet, it persists, suffering, torturing itself endlessly, and yet it had finally come to understand that it will fade away like it has so many times before and this is an even worse fate, and so must be prevented. So it sits and thinks of how to manage, how to make this work, or if need be, change itself without losing itself again, but is such a thing truly possible?

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

"descended into madness" um actually i climbed here? yeah it was a pretty steep journey. yeah the air's pretty thin up here. i think im getting altitude sickness. pretty dizzy actually

[bijuice]

i'm working on npc overhaul for skyrim!!!!!

[calandrinon]

Here is the link if anyone wants it :)

I also found this picture showing how tiny the book is! I could put it in my pocket. I won't but I want to.

Selected pages from the Rothschild Canticles, c. 1300.

The canticles live in the Beinecke Rare Book and Manuscript Library and are fully digitized. :)

[mellohiizz]

so, um. that spoke uu episode, huh.

[magicicephoenix]

MORE DCA WHO AU SUN!!!!! I NEED MORE ART OF HIS DERANGE SELF!

With his little chompers to please! ^^

well alright, since you said please :)

[morganbritton132]

Eddie, still on this live-stream: Did your students ask about me?

Steve, genuinely confused: No, why would they do that?

Eddie: Becau-

Eddie: Because I’m famous.

Steve: I don’t think your music is popular with kid. They like Taylor Swift.

Eddie, a little weak: But- but your students last year. They thought I was cool.

Steve: Well, yeah. ‘Course they do. You’re married to me!

Steve: These are new kids. They don’t even think I’m cool. But they will!

Steve: Think you’re cool. Not me. They just don’t know you yet.

Eddie:

Eddie: Take me to work with you

Steve: No, babe.

[jessmalia]

“Marry me, Juliet, you'll never have to be alone. I love you and that's all I really know. I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress. It's a love story, baby, just say 'Yes’.”  The music starts playing like the end of a sad movie. It's the kind of ending you don't really wanna see. ‘Cause it’s tragedy and it'll only bring you down.

[mearchy]

On my rewatch of TLOU I realized there were some details that I missed before that help to paint this huge picture about the importance of the preceding Tess/Joel relationship. The first and most obvious is that Joel mentions passingly that he and Tommy met Tess pretty early on, and it sounds like she stayed with him when every other group they were in fell apart, and even when his own brother left. So they’ve been surviving together for at LEAST 15 years, probably longer than his daughter was even alive, which is a length of time I just didn’t fully process before.

We never hear the full goodbye/suicide letter from Bill, but a lot of people have pointed out that over Joel’s shoulder you can see Tess’s name mentioned at least twice at the end — including something about her deciding what to do. We know that basically every time we saw Tess directly interacting with Joel before she died, she was the one giving him directives and making the final decisions. She says outright that he listens to her. This is not a man who trusts fucking anybody after everything he’s been through. But he trusts Tess. She comes up behind him in bed while he’s sleeping, and in a world of raiders and robbers where hypervigilance is a necessity, he barely even stirs.

Now, one of her last lines before she dies is “I never asked you for anything, not to feel the way I felt—“ and he tries to say something and she shuts him down. But here’s what gets me: before that, before they realize she was bit, she turns around and in her dying frantic anger she yells “that is NOT MY HOME!” about the QZ. And it’s like okay… where else could she be thinking about, if she’s spent all these years on the road with different groups, with Joel, and then at least a decade in the QZ? What is she defining as home right now? Why is this correction so intense? And it could be about Detroit, about where she came from and isn’t (apparently) attempting to go back to. But then. But then she turns and she looks directly at Joel. And she’s got the most tragic expression on her face. And I wonder if in that moment Joel knew she meant that he was her home, even if she had never said it that openly before. Wherever he went, she would go. Haring off on a wild chase after his brother across the country? She’s there. She’ll do anything to make it happen. She’ll beg and barter and kill for this truck battery, for a mission she doesn’t even have half the same stakes in. She was his direction and his driving force and a safe place for him, but he was her home.

Thinking about this almost changed the tenor of the remaining story with Joel and Ellie to me. The hospital massacre felt perfectly in character the first time I watched, but when I rewatched with both the Sarah and the Tess story in the forefront of my mind it felt even more fucking inevitable. Joel is Orpheus. This couldn’t have gone any other way. He could never have done anything else. He has failed the two most important women in his life. He has failed a daughter, and he has failed a partner twice over- first by letting her die, and second by letting her die believing she was unloved. How can he fail Ellie now? He has to burn the entire world, tell any lie, just to keep her alive. There is no other option, no other outcome. There is no living Joel post-canon without the hospital massacre.

And the revenge for it will be what kills him.

[vivlily]

It is fox girl friday once again,

this week is a totally not suspicious at all foxgirl scientist, Renoir. If she asks to run some experiments on you, say yes. She is exceedingly trustworthy and takes her research very seriously.

And with that, I bid you another happy fox girl friday!

[thestarlightforge]

Wild that both acts of Wicked start with a musical number that’s essentially Glinda being swarmed by manic Ozians, singing about how happy she’s supposed to be, meanwhile (because Elphie is both absent and being actively hate-crimed) there has never been a person more dead inside than her 🙃

[camelspit]

Roisin's Reading Rumble 2025

i cant believe we're going into the 4th reading rumble!! this is crazy ❤️ and im hoping to make this the biggest best year ever

Project

There will be 12 teams:

The Sophie team

The Keefe team

The Fitz team

The Biana team

The Dex team

The Tam team

The Linh team

The Marella team

The Stina team

The Maruca team

The Wylie team

The Jensi team

Everyone who enters will be assigned a team based on your choice of character. The max # of people in a team is 5 (this is subject to change depending on how many people enter)

The goal? To work together and make as much art, fic, analyses, etc. as you can to post on your assigned day (each team will have a dedicated posting day).

Teams will be assigned on February 1, and you will have until JULY to do as much as you want. Each person should have at least 1 submission.

Note: While its not required, I do recommend having a Discord account, because a server is going to be created so that you can discuss ideas with your team and have fun.

I'm so excited for this and I hope everyone else is too ❤️ Posting dates/info and Discord info will be released after team assignments are posted!!

I also want to add that this is open for EVERYONE. even if you're not sure if your art/fic/whatever skills are good enough or if you think you can only create one thing, if you want to join, join!!!!!

If you have any questions, don't hesitate to message me!!!!