Yesterday I was replaying Deltarune and I was going really insane about it picking up on things I missed on my first playthrough and something that fucked me up hard was this line here
The little ellipsis at the end, almost like you can hear the regret on their voice. Voice of an ad who is realizing maybe they fucked up on this one. But it also made me think of... The possibility of this being a reaction to Spamton's actions.
Because I don't think this was an automatic thing, I feel like their drifting off was gradual. Sure, their jealousy had won them over (I'd have killed the guy or myself if I was them so I don't even blame them) but Spamton was too getting busier and busier the more famous he got, and as they say, that never stopped. He only kept getting bigger, until it all came crashing down. And when it did it was one of them who tried to go find him, after all that.
But I digress, let's focus on the original quote from my favorite sigma enby themselves, Pink Addison. There's obviously not only the regret to it, but feeling like they were abandoned too. Both parties lost a lot and the real tragedy is just how easily it could've have been avoided! Or rather, how beyond their control it was...
But I'll get off topic if I keep speaking so I'll leave it at that. The sheer tragedy that there is to everyone involved just makes me insane. Like I said in a post previous to this; you cannot trace down a good guy or a bad guy in this tale, it's just desperate people taking awful decisions and living to regret their actions.
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I don't think Elias has the ability to Compel people like the Archivist can. I don't think he can make anyone answer him truthfully. But that doesn't matter, because that's not what he wants. It's quite easy to lie to him. He doesn't need to hear the words to Know.
Words are faulty. Ideas, concepts, experiences are too hard to translate perfectly, completely into words. There is always information lost between the speaker and the listener, details that aren't conveyed between what one is trying to say and what the other interprets their words to mean. And when Jonah read centuries old tomes, he mourned that he could not know the full, lived experience of the writer's life from the few words that were inked onto the parchment. He mourned the knowledge that was lost between the words.
So while his collection grew into an archive focused on written and narrated accounts, his powers focused elsewhere.
His interview with og!Elias demonstrated quite beautifully! You can lie to him, quite easily in fact. You can try to hide behind a mask, but Eyes are the windows to the soul. Meet his gaze, and he can See quite easily what you're trying to hide. And when he Sees, he sees as they saw.
Their fear, their firsthand experience becomes his experience. He longs to live, and he will live uncountable lifetimes through the lives of others. Through the eyes of others.
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author’s note: HELP HALFWAY THRU WRITING THIS I ACCIDENTALLY CLOSED THE TAB AND LOST ALL MY WORK😭😭😭😭😭😭
tags: not proofread, nsfw, riding, creampie
after a hard day’s work, all simon “ghost” riley wants to do is take out all his anger out on your pretty, plush lil cunt. he’s so pent up, and you’re the perfect stress relief. he pounces as soon as he sees you, in cute lounge clothes, tempting him just by sitting on the couch. his hands travel down your body to your inner thighs, eyes trained on your face to see how you react when his fingers move from your inner thighs to your core.
before you know it, your clothes are ripped off and he’s down on his knees in front of you. he buries his face in your pussy, mumbling about how sweet you taste. his eager tongue laps and fucks your pussy, and you moan when he delivers a particularly hard suck to your clit. he slips a thick finger inside of you and curls it, tongue still working on you.
he adds another finger and another, fucking your pussy with three digits as his cock twitches and throbs in his pants. he waits to fuck you until you’re cumming on his hand and begging for his dick. he undoes his belt and unzips his pants, sitting on the couch and placing you on his lap. he taps the head of his cock against your clit to watch you twitch. he guides his cock to your clenching hole and pushes in deliciously slow.
he bucks his hips up while simultaneously slamming you down on him, hands planted on your waist. he’s already doing such a good job, and you know he’d love to hear it, so whenever you’re not too cockdrunk to form words you make sure to praise him. he’s fucking you like you’re just a toy for him to use, and you love it. you feel so good you’re practically tearing up. you can tell he’s feeling good too from how hard he’s twitching inside you.
you feel your stomach tightening up as he begins fucking you harder. you’re gripping onto his shoulders for dear life as you cum, eliciting a groan from ghost. he begins chasing his own orgasm now, pleasure beginning to overwhelm him. you’re desperate to be filled, grinding down on him even as the overstimulation gets to you. finally, he releases inside you, moaning out your name. you whimper as you feel him fill you, fingers gripping his broad shoulders hard. he pulls his softening cock out of your tight hole with a pop, watching your face scrunch up.
you think he’s done with you until you feel two fingers press against your entrance and push in. “gotta make sure it all stays in, love.” he mutters, voice gritty from exhaustion. “mhm, there you go, doll. full of my cum, just like you fuckin’ belong.”
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