#he'd cry a Lot

[pear1ridge-a]

thinking so hard again ab tate going to disneyland

[soybean-official]

BREAK DOWN!

[feroluce]

Connecting dots tonight (didn't connect shit, I've connected them, etc) because of this post about item descriptions to do with Sampo I saw a few days ago and! I feel like there are so many interesting things that could be implied from this!! Because the recipe for the High-Tech Protective Gear is given to you by Bronya (before the IPC invaded Belobog!), who says this little interesting tidbit about it:

This is an item from before the Eternal Freeze, 700 years ago. Even to the rest of the universe, it would be SORELY outdated. It cannot be made in Belobog anymore due to the loss of entire eras. It is effectively useless; this recipe had to be somewhere gathering dust, kept around solely for archival purposes. There is no reason for Sampo to know about this item or have any idea how it works and yet. AND YET. He's just running around selling knock offs!!

He shouldn't even know how to make these, but the fact that he does means Sampo either

had the blueprints from off-world before he came to Belobog (most likely but also most boring answer)

broke into Qlipoth Fort and copied down the blueprints (completely plausible - he's possibly shown doing exactly that in his splash art)

found another copy out in the ruins of the old world (also completely plausible - Sampo is astoundingly resilient against both the Fragmentum and the cold, as noted by Lynx haha)

Meanwhile, the Inferior Protective Gear recipe comes from an NPC in the underground, and when she gives it to you, she talks about building robots and the robot fighting scene sorry about the quality I didn't have screenshots for her dialogue so I had to use wiki

Which makes me feel like it's safe to say that the inferior gear is mostly being used in the underground, especially by the vagrants and their robots for fights, because...well, who else would use it? Cocolia has made it illegal to explore too far into the Snow Plains, and besides, it's way too dangerous for most civilians even WITH gear. The Silvermane Guards are funded by official sources, they have no reason to rely on Sampo for armor. So it makes sense for an underground mechanic to know the recipe; there's probably not as much market for it up in the overworld.

And if you look at the descriptions, you can see why this probably wasn't something that could be made in Belobog anymore; it requires a charging system of some sort.

We know it's not a problem with the basic materials because all three ingredients can be found right in the administrative district. But the underground only has two of them; somehow, despite being in the planet's crust, and literally crawling with robots...there is no metal down there. It isn't found anywhere, sold by anyone, or dropped by anything. And metal just so happens to be the one ingredient Sampo replaces in his knock off version.

The Inferior Gear uses trash instead, something which, going by the words of that same mechanic, is MORE than abundant in the underground- any good quality parts are extremely difficult to come by down there.

Anyway, all his shadiness aside, I love the implication that Sampo is smart enough to be able to take this item that no one else on the planet probably knows anything about, and was able to figure out what he could replace, and how, and with what, in order to make it easily accessible to the people of the underground, even without access to overworld resources. Because his version DOES work! It literally gives you the exact same amount of defense boost as the IPC one!

Someone should absolutely still knock him around for it, though, world's most slappable face fr fjkdsjfdkjafk

[clementine-writes-things]

i'll kiss this whore and think nothing of it (i would explode if he looked at me)

[arsonsara]

I was talking about this with my girlfriend today, but when the Fourth Madoka Magica Film comes out, more than anything else: I want us to finally see Madoka get angry. And not the calm, stern sort of abrasiveness we've seen her give Kyubey. I mean clenched fists, grinding teeth, stomping, screaming from the bottom of her soul, real anger. Not because I want her to chew out Homura, or because she's earned being that angry, or that I think she's been too soft up until this point.

If anything, I want it to be built by her kindness, her sympathy, her love. In a lot of media, characters who are kind and meek are infantalized because of it or are seen as emotionally weak or just weak in general.

And it'd be so cathartic for this to happen, and not for it to be just a "Oh my god, Madoka is going off!" or this moment where everyone stops in silence and awe that "Wow, the quiet one actually got mad for once." but to add further depth to where Madoka's strength lies, and that she's a far more multifaceted and strong character than just "She's really nice."

[tsunael]

“… no wounds, nor the presence of any poisonous substances.”

Tsuna stood in the threshold of the sick bay, twirling the rounded gem hanging from her horn’s tip. It was Kan-E-Senna who bid her welcome when she arrived, looking thoroughly out-of-place in Twelveswood furs when surrounded by nothing but heat and sandstone.

The room smelled of death and disinfectant. The siege of Ala Mhigo had left it wanting in supplies, but certainly not in bodies. Tsuna’s expression merely darkened.

“Is he well?” She asked, foregoing the pleasantries of seeing a familiar face.

If Kan-E-Senna was slighted by the lack of manners, she did not show it, instead she merely shook her head on the negative, softly inclining to the prone subject of their musings. “His condition has yet to change,” she said, trailing off as if hesitant to unveil the situation, “... Though, I do not expect it to.”

Meaning: he hadn’t awoken since the collapse. The chirurgeon had advised against moving him so soon until they find the cause, despite the Scion's fervent wish to see him back to The Rising Stones for succor.

Tsuna hinged not on that of which she already knew, but the fact that it would continue.

“Why!?" she barked. "If you know something– tell me! Please.” There would have been a cutting edge to Tsuna’s voice had she not warbled as she said it. The padjal did not deserve her misplaced ire, but she was the only wall she could scream her uncertainty to. “All of these alchemists and chirurgeons– all the testing– what were they all for?”

Kan-e-Senna sighed, soft. “I myself examined Thancred. Reach out as I may, I could not sense in him the spark of life that is his soul.”

Tsuna brought her hands to her chest, curling them in just to hold something as she stared, suddenly breathless. Who could have possibly done such a feat? No mortal of their era held such power-- to pluck a soul from an unwilling body should not be possible. Her mind swam with questions and caveats– what came from her lips instead was denial. “That can't be true.”

The Seedseer’s patience was vast, and her empathy, boundless. “You have inherited A-Towa-Cant’s will. I bid you to seek him out yourself, though I fear you will arrive at the selfsame conclusion.”

Tsuna wanted to protest, to argue she held no such proclivity to aethersight, nor academic knowledge of aetherology, but the moment her thoughts drifted to the padjali man who first gave her the pearlescent stone did it begin to warm her chest. Like a heart’s beat it pulsed strong and true to remind her of what she was.

It moved her to act. She crept to Thancred’s side where he slept, and lowered herself to sit upon the edge of the mattress. The spell began as soon as she lifted her left palm but ilms from his chest. There was a small apology for the intrusion of what she was about to do, and then a familiar warmth began to ripple through her. It reverberated up her spine and spread to her hand, and then she began her search for him.

Aether moved from the earth beneath her boots, out through the tips of her fingers, slowly probing for a sign.

His lungs yet moved with breath, but they filled so shallow that it should not have been enough to sustain him. She closed her eyes to the feeling welling within her, concentrating harder as she rounded his heart. It, too, beat with the rhythm of life, and carried out its biological function of moving the humours as it was designed, but that was all. There was something missing. The spark that Kan-E-Senna spoke of was simply not there.

Before her was a body that was moving on its automated course, nothing more and nothing less. It was a vessel; a husk of a man.

Tsuna’s meditation ended, and she withdrew her aether with a pained gasp. She felt her eyes prick with the emotion settling thickly in her throat. It was just as Kan-E-Senna said, and she hadn't needed a crystal to tell her as much.

“I’m sorry, Seedseer,” Tsuna finally whispered. “I should not have doubted you. Thank you for looking after him.” Tsuna looked first to his folded hands, and then to the padjal at the foot of his sickbed who smiled softly in equal parts brief and rueful.

“I should have come sooner. I’ve been trying to find the time with everything happening when I should have been making time for you-– and for him-–”

“Tsuna, please.” Kan-E-Senna shocked her first with her own name, and then talked her down with all the gentleness reserved for a fretting child. “Although he is stable there is naught else you can do for him now but to carry on. There is still more I need to speak on regarding the nature of his condition, but I believe it is something every Scion that was affected should hear…”

Why the lot of them doubled over with pain, why they heard a voice, and why it was only Thancred succumbed to the call.

The padjal excused herself to make contact with the others, and Tsuna was left with such information and her morbid company. A part of her was glad for it, for the tears and hand wringing were able to begin in earnest without fear of coming apart in front of her esteemed mentor. She took a shivery little breath, cursing the Gods as hot tears escaped her eyes, and carved a wet path down her face. They wetted her lap, and she could do naught to stem the flow.

As much as she hated him, he did not deserve this fate. After all he had done, and more, Nymeia had no reason to spin his thread in such a way. Moreover, the subject he asked to broach with her before the Alliance’s meeting would be left unknown. What had he wanted to speak to her about? She ruminated over a chewed lip. Had he known something?

Thancred looked as if he were asleep– and for all accounts– he was. He was asleep, but he did not dream. Out of three long years of knowing, it was the first time she had seen him vulnerable. It was the first time she was able to look upon him in the way she was meant to.

He looked younger, she noted, when bereft of his customary scowl. The lines on his face had softened, and for once he looked to be his age of thirty and four.

Softly, she sniffled, and reached out her hand again, hesitating on the last ilm. Her fingers curled and retracted in finding the motion improper, for she was not searching for his spark this time but instead to sate her own wonder. Gently, respectfully, she brushed the soft hair from his face, moving to cup the hard line of his jaw.

His skin was as ice– and it was as she feared. She entertained a living corpse. Tsuna took her hand away, burned for her curiosity, to finally leave him to his peace.

She was going to find the thing that was doing this

and she was going to break its heart.

[harpuiaa]

i've been dead and gone bc of school and jobsearching and everything happening all at once but ive been playing the boktai series games lately and i'm enjoying it a lot. I just got past the third boss in boktai 2. I don't know why but i'm enthralled with these games, i highly recommend them

[dazais-guardian-angel]

kinda wild to me that one of the most compelling aspects of both Chuuya and Kunikida's characters to me, that I never really see talked about, is how they're heavily set on a doomed crash course towards complete and utter destruction, and how I am so, so worried for them both.....

[sysig]

How is skeleton shaped (Patreon)

[sweatermuppet]

oh i never posted abt it here. but post office guy ended up moving away. i found out a while back & then i went in somewhat recently & he was at the counter & he was weighing my orders & said "today's my last day, actually!" & i said "oh really? i was worried id missed you already..." we joked around, me & him & his other coworker who sees me regularly. he said his car was packed up to go & he went "it's been a pleasure, working with u" & i told him it's crazy that he'd been with me since the very start of me opening my shop & we wished each other well & he gave me my receipt & said "have a good day, man" & was so smiley like always & i said you too + "have a safe drive"

[marshmallowprotection]

Whenever people talk about GE Saeran's feelings about what Ray and Suit did I think of his reaction if you say you can't forgive him during the rescue:

or, re: The Bite, if you try to play it off:

"I think I'm gonna cry" Saeran baby no if you cry I'll cry T_T

GE Saeran feels so much guilt, remorse, and shame. I don't know how anyone can gloss over that fact or make light of how he feels about... well, everything. It's his genuine shame over what he did to you and others that should never be forgotten. He did many things that were not okay, and he owns up to it. He always admits what he did and never minces words because if he did, it would be wrong to do so.

He knows that in his journey to becoming healthy, he has to own up to his actions, no matter what they were, because taking that leap of accountability is crucial. That's a part of learning and growing that a lot of people need to recognize. We're all going to hurt people, and it could be intentional, or even unintentional, but if you hurt someone... you need to admit it, apologize, and work to make things right. We're all humans. We are not without fault.

Big mistakes, little mistakes, and whatever else in between... we're all capable of great good, great evil, and great middle ground. If you can learn that... if you can take that to heart, you'll have a breakthrough in your emotional journey to heal.

Saeran "I know what I did was wrong. I am not upset that you don't want to forgive me right now, or if ever. I might ask you about this one more time in the future, but if your answer is the same, I won't hold it against you. I will understand your choice. I have a lot to do and prove to make things right, and I won't stop trying to be better because you deserve the best. I want to be better, not just for you, but for myself. I pray to have you in my life so you can see me make changes for the better, but if you chose to leave me, I won't be mad and I will always hold your kindness to my heart as a lesson in what not to do and what to do for those I love." Choi.

[everymadara]

Chapter 622

[fluffle-writes]

I wanna. Pick them up in my mouth and shake 'em around like a dog obliterating a squeaky toy

[itsbrucey]

Adding to my ever growing pile. A fic about Darryl getting Grant to eat and them just. Existing and figure stuff out. N talking.

( muffled scream sobbing from behind my bedroom door)

[try-set-me-on-fire]

Ok well now I do have a follow up idea for that last bthb

[homecomingvn]

Before we do horny ask, Henry is still a yan. What will be his reaction to MC breaking up with him?

oh...boy.....

Denial. Lots and lots of denial. Henry's in shock, eyes wide, watching you with a blank expression.

You're breaking up with them? Why? Why would you do that when he's finally got you?

He knows you're explaining why, explaining why this isn't working out but static fills Henry's ears, fills their senses. It...it couldn't have been something he'd done, right? He's been playing the part perfectly; why, he was born to be your boyfriend, your partner. There's nothing he could have done for it to lead to this.

He's reaching, fingers outstretched but it stops halfway, grasping pathetically at the air as you turn from them, leaving. He just needs to grab you, needs to hold you, needs you to just stay with him -

Henry doesn't do anything - for the first time in their life, they're torn between what they want + what you want. For the first time, these wants aren't aligning; they're splitting apart, away from the other.

Henry lets you go, lets you leave, their arm still outstretched, despair sinking in.