#also no spoilers please

[icantseepurple]

Logically I know that the audio tour guide is in mother’s brain, HOWEVER, my brain doesn’t actually know how the tour guide got into her brain. Like, was he uploaded? Plugged in? How did it happen? So I end up just picturing her carrying around a mini radio like device. But my brain has made up many non-canon ways mother and the guide get around. Bellow is a few of those ideas, as well of some weird ways the guide could have gotten into mother’s brain.

[butahumbleguest]

this fic has me in a chokehold I swear

(alternate under the cut)

[not-a-robot-i-swear]

"You're the gun in my lips that will blow my brains out" is so eve and villanelle coded actually

[somekidnamedkai]

TWST CHAPTER 6 SPOILERS BELOW

TIS A PICTURE OF IDIA’S OVERBLOT AND SOME OTHER SIMPLE STUFF I MENTIONED

IM TOO LAZY TO DO A CUT. SORRY BOYS AND GIRLS AND ENBYS

NAH NOW WHY WAS IDIA’S OVERBLOT EASIER THAN THE TITANS

Mega thanks to whoever’s level 106 Dorm Ortho I used as support. They had buddies and spells all maxed.

Whoever you are, cause i don’t remember and you weren’t one of my friends, thanks bro. You’re a lifesaver

It was still hard, but it took me like 2 tries while the titans took me like 1957373 tries each. that’s not an exaggeration either, I kept track.

Although the only reason I actually finished Idia’s overblot was cause of that amazing Ortho support I stumbled upon.

I started on turn with Duo magic with my Lab Idia, and then on turn 4 I used his other spell and that finished him off.

That stupid spell that hit 3 times was a pain in my ass. I hated that.

ANYWAYS. Time to read the next part and see Idia’s tragic backstory so I can call him babygirl and write 105737 fics on him. Like I did for every other dorm leader.

Oh yeah. I have so many unposted fics. And I’m not posting them either cause they’re just cringe shit I wrote at 3 am i say that as if my prime time for writing isn’t 3 am.

If you guys get this to 300 notes i’ll totally post some of my stupid cringe fics /hj

K well I’m gonna go finish the chapter then make a post about how much I love Idia. BYEEE

[aqua-phantasy]

Watched the first episode of blue eye samurai and it has really good disability representation so far!

From what I've seen people are mostly discussing the gender and revenge aspects of the show but I really admire the show for having a physically disabled character in the main cast and a blind mentor who doesn't die

[juniperleafdelivery]

* (slams hands on nonexistent table) the winged lion talking to marcille and promising it can make her desires true. the winged lion showing laios his desires. the lion's eyes turning into the same ones as all the other demons we've seen. i know it's up to something.........

[ibeewashere]

Forever thinking about how Lapin could have been Ruby’s sarcastic gay spellcaster mentor. Sigh

[obituarybug]

Everytime I play Disco Elysium the ghost of Harry Du Bois takes over my body like I'm nothing more than a mere vessel and uses it to harass working class women, dig through trashcans and continuously spout his undying love for Lt. Kim Kitsuragi

[rainbow-beanie]

Finally got myself to watch a gameplay of sonic frontiers, and this dialogue from eggman is simply the best

When you accidentally get attached to a AI child, but you don’t want to admit it.

[burning-quesadilla]

I’m slightly obsessed

[averydeadshootingstar]

no cuz i'm too dumb to watch qsmp

[piniatafullofblood]

thinking about all the Manhattan citizens who just fell asleep one random Tuesday and then woke up on the street, cellphone-less, with half the city destroyed

[secretly-a-pair-of-pliers]

Just started watching Jojos bizarre adventure and boy howdy is it bizarre

[astudyintheburningofhearts]

I'M ONLY HALFWAY THROUGH GOOD OMENS SEASON 2 BUT I AM LOVE IT SO FAR OML

[letsabandonthisworld]

Why Do You Stay?

i started watching the devil judge and kept asking myself why kim ga-on is staying at kang yo-han's house even after he gets better. it didn't let me go and so i wrote this and it got away from me oops. anyways here you go: kind of a character study on kim ga-on.

he is your boss. he is someone you were sent to spy on. you are always budding heads, on different sides, never ending arguments. you can't place him, he is escaping your grip. you see the person he is portraying to the public, another one to his colleagues and another one to you. but you want to know what's behind the mask, you want to expose him, find the skeletons he keeps locked away in his closet, the blood on his hands.

because you are sure there is some. and if you weren't sure before, you are now when he nearly shoots a man without batting an eye and when he smashes someone's car and when he is sentencing someone to be flogged on live television.

but there is something else that pulls you to him. you want to understand how he thinks, what drives him. and so you talk, you seek out his company, his opinions, his secrets.

until you are standing in his office late at night and he has you under his thumb. he caught you, he knows what you're doing. but you are not scared and you know he is not surprised. you ask him how he could be so cruel and he is lying to your face and you hate him. so then why do you jump in front of him when you hear the ticking noise? why do you cover him with your own body when the explosion hits and you feel the glass cutting into your skin? why do you not regret a single thing even if you were to die here? and why does he carry you outside to safety?

it's nothing.

anyone would do the same.

but when you wake up he is there beside you. he gives you a warm bed to sleep on and treats your wounds oh so gently and suddenly you find yourself doubting the image you had of him in your mind. because now he is wearing pajamas and his hair is in his face and he is asking you questions and touching your skin and he is smiling.

and you are in this empty house that is filled with nothing but memories and you are slowly painting a new picture of him. a picture that is sadder than you ever thought it'd be. a picture of a lonely boy who grew up hated by his own father because he was afraid of him. he saw himself in this child and couldn't bear it. so he ignored him and when that did not work, he beat him.

and you are standing in his room, cold and dark, in the basement, and you are holding a picture of his brother in your hands. his brother that is wearing your face. and you don't know how to feel about that but you don't like the idea of him looking at you and seeing someone else.

and you wonder why he let's you stay, why he let's you see this part of himself, why he is letting you into his world.

but then you are hearing these stories about him - about a deranged and twisted child - about his acts of hatred and anger. and again a new picture begins to take form. this time a cruel picture, of someone heartless and unrecognizable. so you start digging into those stories. you need to know the truth. you need to know if he is truly a monster like you've been told.

and you confront him. and yes he gets angry and he hurts you but he also starts crying. he opens up to you and tells you his secrets. the stories he has kept hidden and the sorrows he has dealt with on his own. and you feel closer to him.

and then he is taking you to an event, to meet people with you by his side. and he is giving you a suit and a watch and suddenly you can't meet his eyes and you can't undress in front of him. your skin feels warm and his gaze has a weight to it that wasn't there before. and you drive his car and he holds your waist and you realise you like being on display like this if it is next to him. you like the stares and the whispers and you like feeling powerful. but then he changes again and you see his mask of insanity slip back. he laughs at people and he scolds you and he almost kills you both on the way home because you would not answer him.

and you ask yourself why he lets you stay, why you haven't left yet.

but you started bonding with his niece who is actually incredibly smart and witty and it saddens you how much of him you see in her. how she grew up to hate him and yet they are so alike. and you started playing with the weird old street cat that keeps wandering around the house. he brought her in, you learn, and it startles you but somehow you are not surprised. that he would see this cat and pick her up, give her a place to stay and keep her belly full even though he pretends he doesn't care - you try not to think of the apparent parallel to your own situation. and you think maybe he brought her in not only as a companion for his niece but maybe for himself too.

because you realise deep down he is simply lonely. you look at him and see yourself reflected. you know the loneliness, the hate, the anger. and so you keep looking at him, noting every detail, every interaction, every new information. it's for work, you tell yourself, you are supposed to figure out who he is.

but then sometimes you make him dinner because he doesn't sleep well. and he only ever eats by himself and he never cooks and he really should take better care of himself. and maybe next time you could eat together.

next time?

why are you still here? your wounds have healed and you are back to work.

why hasn't he asked you to leave yet?

but you are still looking for answers and that is the reason you stay. because here in this house you can search for more and you can talk to people who know him. and didn't someone say to keep your friends close and your enemies closer? because that's what you are, enemies, right? at least that's how it started. but you've begun to hope that you might be on the same side. you started caring about his opinions, you tested his limits because you don't want to cross them again, you choose your words carefully this time because you don't want to hurt him again.

you've started awaiting his arrival home. you don't know when it happened but at some point you aren't able to sleep before he comes back home. you need to know that he is here with you, that he is safe.

at one point you started calling this house your home.

at one point you decided to stay and he never asked why. because then you would ask why he let you stay.

and maybe you are both not ready to hear the answer.

[yikes-00]

Hahahahahahaha I’m half way through TBB and I swear to god if echo dies I WILL RIOT!!!!