it still cracks me up that they play florence & the machine at the end. when i first finished this game i thought my headphones had somehow switched over to spotify
He snuck away once again from the usual and repetitive world, traveling all the way over to Shiver Star.
Midnight.
He walked, glancing over to the rock he was sitting on when they met, nostalgia washing over his body. A shiver rolled down his spine. He kept walking.
The creek, it was so small compared to his now grown up body. He easily crossed it with a swift jump. The malinchonic forest rested before him. He stepped in.
One AM,
Two AM.
He eventually traversed it, and found himself walking once again in that oh so bittersweet and gorgeously evocative daisy field, in which lied the pond, and then, the maple tree.
He got closer and closer. The tree now watched over a tomb. He sat down, gently laying down a bouquet of white tulips on the grave.
Ades took a deep breath:
"....hey flower bud... I'm back.."
"..."
"...you know, I've.. been taking care of myself... just like how you told me....."
"I've made friends.. I'm their older brother now.... they don't know about you, though, nor do they know I come here... us aside, I think I might have found a family again... haha......"
"even so..."
".... it doesn't feel complete without you."
"I know.. it's been over nine thousand years..."
"...but I don't think... the pain will ever go away, no matter what I do or how hard I try....."
"......maybe this is why they say love hurts... d-doesn't it now..? hahaha..!!..
HAHAHAHAHA!!!"
tears streamed down his face, as he desperately attempted to drench his grief in horribly hysterical laughter.
"...I.....I'M SORRY..."
he snapped,
".. I... COULDN'T PROTECT YOU FROM THAT ILLNESS..."
anyway i just wanna thank hatsune miku for creating him, c!wilbur, beautiful wimblur, who shaped my writing into what horrible prose it is today, and nobody else was ever involved in his creation and story that destroyed me. thank you hatsune miku for voice acting him. thank you miku for him
and no one else. on that note shelby forever has my respect
There’s no time to contemplate who is charging at her. Only that she needs to do something immediately or she is going to die. Beatrice rushes forward and Ava’s instincts kick in. She changes back into a rhino.
Straight away, one of her front legs collapses underneath her weight and an immense pain shoots through her entire body. But it has the desired effect. Beatrice’s hands grab uselessly at thick skin, a body too large for her to grasp onto.
Beatrice backs up a little, teeth bared as her eyes sweep over Ava’s body looking for a weakness. The harsh light reflects off her darkened eyes, so devoid of the person Ava knows that she can barely stand looking at them.
shoutout to the guy who after unsuccessfully hitting on my sister and being politely declined asked her "is it okay if i ask your brother instead" and when she said yes gave me a long and searching look before sighing and going "no. i am not drunk enough to go for a dude. but you look like an angel" happy bisexual pride to this man and this man only. hope you figure it out soon king
There's something hilarious about how so much subsequent media has positioned Vampires and Werewolves as, like, binary opposite entities, and then you read Dracula (1897) and realize that wolves are that guy's preferred solution to every problem. You'd say something to Dracula about "ah yes, werewolves, vampires' great eternal enemies," and he'd just be like "you mean my subcontractors?"
making fun of americans is pretty much always ok if youre not doing it in an edgelord “you guys have so many school shootings” way or acting like we’re the only country that has racism. but like posts about americans and hamburger get me every time