#such a wonderful concept

[no-light-left-on]

every dishonored game (with the exception of DotO) ends with the Outsider narrating what came after, when the story came to a close, and it does give the game the quality of one - a story recounted to you, in detail, by a master storyteller that explains what came after, what fate the characters you grew to love in the tale met, before it all fades to nothing. and it conjures ideas of human Outsider relaying strange stories like this to others, those of the plague and of the coup, tales of the Knife of Dunwall, or the tales of the witch-Empress before she became an Empress at all. maybe even presents the idea of the third game being, at the end of it all, a retelling of what human Outsider lived through, but now he is a little older, a little less otherworldly.

[queenlucythevaliant]

Iirc, the only time the kids' memories were damped was when they had lived a span of many years in Narnia. Losing all that nd all their growth years would have been quite hard on them so I believe Aslan had mercy to make their second childhood more normal. But I think that's also why the other Narnia trips result in less mystical amnesia: they were shorter. Jill and Eustace only went for a few weeks/months and wouldn't have to face as much potential psychological issues.

I don't disagree in general, but I would argue that it's a little more nuanced than that. The primary driver behind the kids remembering their time in Narnia upon returning is exposure to the Narnian Air; this gets remarked on throughout the series, up to and including LB:

"[Jill] had succeeded in shooting a rabbit [...] and it was already skinned, cleaned, and hanging up. [Tirian] had found that both the children knew all about this chilly and smelly job; they had learned that kind of thing on their great journey through Giant-Land in the days of Prince Rilian. Then he had tried to teach Eustace how to use his sword and shield. Eustace had learned quite a lot about sword fighting on his earlier adventures but that had been all with a straight Narnian sword. [...] They both seemed to be already much stronger and more grown-up than they had been when he first met them a few hours ago. It is one of the effects which Narnian air often has on visitors from our world." (Ellipses are just to condense a little bit)

The length of time that the Pevensies spent in Narnia during their reign definitely means that there was more to forget when they went back to being kids and more to gradually remember upon returning. At the same time though, the journeys in SC and VDT were non-negligable in length: weeks in the former case, months in the latter. Based on how the above passage is written, I think Lewis wants us to infer that the Narnian Air is recalling the events of VDT and SC more strongly to Eustace and Jill as they breathe it in.

This is even more explicitly how it works with the Pevensies in PC (I won't quote that too, but you know the bits I mean). Thus, I think there's a degree of - I don't like the word amnesia - memory-condensing maybe? - that goes on for anyone that spends more than a few days in Narnia, particularly if they learn new skills there.

That said, Narnia's a fairytale and the magic is definitely up to interpretation. The Themes and Feel are more important than the specific mechanics, and I don't think it makes a huge difference how much Jill and Eustace remember, so long as like the Pevensies they're still ordinary kids when they return ;)

[pianokantzart]

A little obsessed with the "utterly burnt out & can't quite figure out how to make it work in this economy" depiction of Mario in the concept art.

Look at him. He's so tired.

[dcxdpdabbles]

Me at 11 pm : I have three essays due in 1 hour.

My brain: You know what would be hilarious? If Danny became a god and didn't know it. In fact, he still worries about mundane things like health insurance and being a home owner to even notice his powers got a boost. He's eaten ramen for the last five days and hasn't slept for even longer.

Me: That's cool but what about our essay-

Brain: Then guess who discovers him? Wonder Woman. She happens across Danny who was trying to buy some groceries, wearing a bathrobe, sweat pants and looking like a typical dead inside college student.

She straight up bows mid-fight in front of him calling him Apollo.

Danny wasn't aware he took up Apollo's title which is apparently a job title of the Ghost Zone? How did he become Apollo?

Easy. Danny got real into musicals and the concept of justice. The last Apollo retired and flung the title at him when Clockwork (Chronos) brought him for a gala after he heard Danny mindlessly singing a song.

Now, wonder woman won't leave him alone. She wants to serve him. Her comrades in the Justice League aren't any better. They keep inviting him to dinners in his honor. And at one point, Wonder Woman even offered to battle Batman for his amusement?

Me: Please just focus. We have. One. Hour.

[causalityparadoxes]

Live Sutekh Reaction: Bad Wolf Bay edition

[theonewhowails]

do you ever wonder how old the twins are? how long have they been with the one who waits? do you ever think about how much of that time in the veil narinder spent totally alone, about how much of a stabilizing presence it might have been to have literally else around, after all that time? i think about it a completely normal amount, personally,

[liauditore]

do you guys ever think about that time she said her backstory was that she was only partially zombiefied and was fully conscious mentally while she ate and killed her family. and that she was a princess. i do alot.

[cryptocism]

rewatched tangled and had this beamed into my brain

[cupcakeshakesnake]

As far as society is concerned, you are a chimpanzee.

[rainedropsart]

Cassie Sandsmark they could never make me hate you. Even if they’re trying. Really hard

Also idk if Greta and Cassie were technically roommates at Saint Elias’s but who else would it be. They’re buddies. Bonds forged in Yj are unbreakable unfortunately

[vampirade]

lesbyler based on this

[homriette]

Purple Magical girl, Dolores! U can call her Lola for short She is a bit of a snob , but also a scaredy cat .

Since I do not have much of her I decided to add her normal/casual clothes as well, I think I'm gonna do this with the remaining ones as well

[boxfullaturtles]

03 Don adopting the Rise kids in any form immediately wins me over. Dragon in the Woods just took that concept and stabbed me three dozen times in the heart by throwing in a dash of Empathy is Learned and mind melding across the universes. How dare you.

Don't even LOOK at Dawn's kids or he'll stomp you to death.

anyway brb I gotta go cry about turtles

[crybaby-bkg]

“I thought I was supposed to be the one worshipping you today,” you say in a gasp, eyes fluttering close as you grip the sink counter tight in front of you. Bakugou only huffs a little laugh, his nails digging into the fat of your ass before he taps his palm against the flesh hard, eliciting a little hiccup from you.

“‘S my birthday, so what I say goes.” he tells you muffled, the vibration of his words making your knees quake. he has to hold you up, but he doesn’t care, finds the weight of you pressing back into him something he can get drunk off of.

he woke up nearly right after you did, trying to squeeze you close to him in bed but you scrambled out of his hold, promising to make him breakfast instead. you hadn’t expected him to follow you, to press you against the sink, to nip at your neck and kiss his way down to where your underwear rested on your hips. hadn’t expected him to drop to his knees, to worship, to kiss, to taste you. hadn’t expected him to lick you so sweetly with such a rough tongue through the fabric, for your arousal to bleed through onto his waiting tongue.

“Better than breakfast,” he mutters against you, thick fingers spreading you wide to get a good look at your winking hole, how it drools down the inside of your legs. he spits on it, diving back in to follow the trail, his lips puckering as if kissing you in such an intimate way, you think your vision goes black for a moment.

“Make me cum,” you whimper to him, his lapping pushing you up onto your toes, your hips digging into the sink counter. you reach a hand back to hold his face still with a grip on ash blond locks, grinding yourself against him until his face becomes sticky, but he grins all the while. rolls his tongue from his mouth, lets you use him because there’s no better present than being able to please you.

it comes out as a gush, your pleasure. sprays all over his mouth and chin and neck, your cries stuttered and high, your eyes clenched shut, your entire body shaking from the stimulation that overtakes you.

“Even better than birthday breakfast.” Bakugou grins, nose slightly scrunching at the tug to his hair when he slurps at your hole that still drips for him, spitting back the contents once more. he doesn’t catch it this time, just watches the thickness of his spit mingle with your pearlescent stained cum, thumbing open your cheeks to watch your hole clench and unclench from the scrutiny, the wetness slipping down your thighs.

he kisses you once more, a smacking sound, humiliating, before letting your cheeks go. not without another smack on the roundness of them, nipping at the red and warmed mark of his palm that he branded on you just moments before.

“A lot fucking better.” he tacks on once more about the stupid breakfast. you glare at him over your shoulder, even though he’s the one who’s keeping you held up right now with his firm grip around your still twitching hips.

“You’re gonna stop shading my cooking, asshole.” you bite at him, unable to hold back a shudder when you catch his devious grin, the bottom half of his face and neck still wet from your squirting.

“You caught that?” he asks with an innocent cock of his head, pressing another innocuous kiss to your warmed flesh. you tug at his hair a little harder this time, knowing it’s something that the birthday boy loves, especially by the way he’s damn near leaked through his white boxers.

“Shit head.” you mumble, but he only grins wider, his eyes flickering with the promise of devouring you whole today. just as a little birthday treat, he supposes.

[fentoaster]

Ectoberhaunt Day 18: Unravel

Jack sat at his dining table, feeling pleased with his new invention. He scanned the room, waving around his prototype Fenton Ghoul-Glass, searching for spectral activity (albeit not expecting much.)

Danny walked into the kitchen, sending his dad a questioning glance. Jack beamed at him, launching right into an explanation.

As he pointed the glass to look at Danny, though, the words died in his throat.

For where his son should have been, stood the Phantom of Amity Park.

[canisalbus]

Just wanted to say I really enjoy following you and seeing posts on my feed of your oc's! Here's a quick sketch of Machete I drew as I find his design to be amazing

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