#voice snippet

[moonlightheretic]

So Gareth did his part! I have added it onto Alix's video! So just keep watching and Gareth will read his part which is a direct answer to Alix's dialogue! It is from Chapter 26: Disciples of Lust, Lies and Power I hope you all enjoy this much as me! Happy Valentine's Day y'all! This has been a seven year long dream. I have another cameo from Alix that I will post soon, and let me tell you. She took no prisoners! Haha!

Inquisitor Lavellan-“I learned how to use my Pawns by watching you. I learned …how to sacrifice good soldiers to gain ground, I learned how to deny life to afford my own, and I learned how to stash all the guilt away by tossing it under the greater good. Because the only thing that mattered was stopping Corypheus and no one would ever dare to blame me for what I had to do.”

“But, I suppose in the end…I learned from the best."

Solas- “The Dalish and the City Elves are descended from those that I freed. History does not always remember fondly…or accurately. The louder voices linger longer and surface above the rest. If you let them in you will crumble under the edifice of malcontent they have built for you. Take pride in what you have done, Vhenan, even if it is only you that does. You are as relentless as a hurricane and despite your ferocity, I have always admired your lightning."

[polkadotjohnson]

David Dastmalchian is READY to Be Mr. 3 in One Piece | The Anime Effect #67

[larkwinged]

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐒 𝐅. 、𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓

PROFILE. a self-righteous knight who is too willing to throw their life away, and too eager to charge into battle. underneath their stubborn exterior, they are riddled with the pressure of upholding a family title that has long been lost to time.

FULL NAME. artemis elise fröhlich

PRONOUNS. they / them

GENDER. fem-presenting non-binary

AGE. early twenties

HEIGHT. 5”1

BIRTHDAY. november 12th

OCCUPATION. knight

AFFILIATION. knights of favonius

ELEMENT. pyro

CONSTELLATION. columba bellicosi

WEAPON TYPE. sword — “herald of the dawn”

Now stripped of its original purpose as a vessel to store all the memories of an ancient god king, this sword has been passed down in the Fröhlich family since the dawn of time.

Once wielded by the god of memories herself, this sword was blessed by the winds and presented as a gift to her youngest child upon the morn of their knighting ceremony.

“You, who represent the grace and bravery of humanity,” said the Queen, “take this and go. Become a pillar of hope to those wallowing in the darkness, and guide the lost onto a chivalrous path. You, the Dovewing Knight.”

And so, the first Dovewing Knight set out, protecting the people of Cairnfelle and standing tall as a beacon of hope, just as they were requested.

At the edge of the world, when the brilliance of Cairnfelle collapsed and the mountains crumbled, the sword found its way tumbling back into the hands of its previous owner to defend her honor, and upkeep her legacy until the final trumpet sang … announcing her defeat.

With no definite home, the sword lay in the ruins of its kin, preserved well by the Anemo Archon and his will — until the day it found its way into the waiting hands of the inheritor of an ancient title.

• demo music concepts. one two three

• ENG voice claim : keath ósk as cole seymour from yaelokre’s “meadowlark” project

• JP voice claim : marina inoue as armin arlert from attack on titan

CHARACTER STORY 1: eastward of eden

It is true that Artemis has long held resentment towards their older sister and past caretaker, Lilith. As a child, Artemis was refused of many things — including choosing their own clothes, partaking in certain activities, and having their own privacy. There wasn’t much they were allowed to do, and even the hobbies they enjoyed ended up ruined by Lilith’s excitement and pushy nature.

To this day, Lilith is unaware of the mental anguish she caused her siblings over the course of their entire childhood. However, in her own eyes, she has done no such thing, and has succeeded at being a “mother.”

Many citizens have told her, “My, you exercise much control over them,” and yet, she has failed to see the error in her ways. It is not entirely her fault, as she was forced into the role of a mother when she wasn’t ready for such a task. Even though she failed in many aspects of her parenting skills, there was one thing she has always truly succeeded at: caring deeply for her family.

However, no amount of love could undo the years of fighting and hurtful words thrown around between the siblings.

CHARACTER STORY 2: legacy

Long ago, in the days of yore, the archaic land of Mondstadt had been ruled by a monarch older than Decarabian. Her rule was rumored to last longer than his, and her birth is now nothing but scattered fragments along the wind.

When the Queen of the North Wind descended and claimed Mondstadt as her home, a mighty kingdom formed under her feet. Small huts grew to larger, firmer homes, and gargantuan cathedrals made of marble were erected in her honor. Trumpets blew, the wind howled, snow fell, and mountains as high as the heavens towered above humanity.

In later years, the prospering kingdom of Cairnfelle was officially born. Serving as a haven for travelers and poets alike, the kingdom sang with energy as it thrived under Queen Catalina’s guiding hand. The god of memories was exceptionally gentle, with a kind and compassionate heart that moved even the most stoic-faced men to tears. Her words were wise, her complexion glowing, and her promises true.

Cairnfelle, as much as it prospered, gained an enemy from a distant land. With no choice but to face the beast she prodded, the Queen set out to befriend the raging phoenix that had enough of her games. Ever the charming soul, the Queen did not have to do much to make the phoenix bow to her every whim, and before the citizens of Cairnfelle had the chance to acclimate to the visitor, the two were to be wed.

There is not much to say for the years in between the joining of two god kings and the fall of Cairnfelle, but this: Four inexplicably brave and virtuous souls were born from the two gods — four demigod knights who carved the way for the future of Mondstadt: The Four Archangels.

The Blair Family — the origin of the Fröhlichs, is no longer the raging flame of life it had once been, but a snuffed out ember of its former glory.

Only in passing on the titles of the Four Archangel Knights can the present day Fröhlich family hold tight to what was once a name feared and adored by all.

CHARACTER STORY 3: composition

Many questions have arisen over the years; all pertaining to a certain facet of Artemis’ composition.

“Is it a curse?” They’ve inquired, only to wind up receiving a simple, “I’m not even sure myself!”

However, that it is a small white lie they’ve grown to tell. In fact, Artemis is very much aware of the reason why they consistently find themselves on the brink of death and luckily make it out alive. It is because of the unique composition their ancestor, Lowen, was made of: pure and unbridled wrath.

The story goes as such: In the days of yore, when gods and monsters still yet walked the earth, a beast born of flame and rage took flight. They seared their enemies and allies alike, and roused the hearts of warriors all across Natlan. They utterly refused to lay their past life to rest. In doing so, they made a promise to their newfound family. The wrath that lived inside them was nothing but a blessing, and deserved to be passed on through their children, and future generations. And so, the endless wrath that boiled in their veins was passed on — consuming the lives of their children, and overtaking the brilliant flames that became their descendants.

To be a god’s descendant has always been an honor in the Fröhlich family line… Yet, Artemis — like the direct children of the god of wrath — see it as naught but a curse; For what blessing could bring about destruction and the devastation of any living being in one’s wake.

VISION STORY:

The blistering pyro vision attached to Artemis’ belt was said to be a gift from the gods, and maybe even a gift from the long gone god of wrath themselves.

What else are visions besides gifts from the gods? A tool to wield, and yet another curse Artemis must deal with.

At the young age of eleven, Artemis was sent out on their first escorting mission. It was their first mission given to them by Grand Master Varka, who was elated to test their strength and endurance. Not many were willing to accept an escort from a child — as was the case with the Fontainian aristocrat Artemis was talking their ear off to. However, the man said nothing, as the child’s directional skills were second to none. It was only when they hit a bump in the road that the man questioned Artemis’ capabilities as a knight.

“I should’ve known better than to trust a child!” He yelled, waving his fist in the air as he pushed them aside and ran off ahead by himself in the rain, leaving the young Artemis to fend for themselves amidst a hoard of abyssal monsters.

Although panic was steadily rising throughout their body, they forced themself forward — slashing at every monster with a shaky grip on their sword. The rain poured, sagging their clothes, and dragging their arms down to the dirt. The grip on their sword slipped, as did their footing, and they tumbled to the hard ground with a rough clash.

Their shoulder-piece scratched the bridge of their nose on the way down, and a thick line of blood began to spill from the open wound. A rifthound drew closer, baring its teeth and snapping its jaw as its claws outstretched, striking Artemis across the head. A clap of thunder sounded, and amidst the ringing in their ears, Artemis felt the weight of ten large wooden planks collapse on their back.

Even so, they shakily grabbed their sword, their nails digging into the wet earth, and began to stand. Their blood boiled as a wrath they were only warned about once crept up to the surface, prickling along their skin until it caved inwards, tugging at their ribcage and burning against their racing heart.

In a flash of white and gold, the hoard of rifthounds lay motionless on the grass, their bodies turning to dust as Artemis panted heavily. The wrath inside their veins bubbled, and their vision turned red. It was all consuming. It was destructive, and it was total annihilation. They struck down every monster seeping from an abyssal pylon until finally, they tore the pylon in half with nothing but their blade and their bare hands.

The rain continued to fall as they dropped their sword and collapsed to the ground in a heap of sore limbs and bloodied grass. Their eyes fell close for a moment — at least, what felt like a moment — and when they opened, a shining vision sat amongst the pool of blood left behind by their foes.

Indeed. The god of wrath, whose curse ran rampant in their veins, rewarded them with yet another “gift.”

𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐀

• hobbies: When they are home in Dornman Port enjoying their days off, they like to wind down by practicing the art of crochet. Not only is it soothing to sit by a windowsill while the afternoon breeze filters into their bedroom, it is also a hobby their late mother held dear. By partaking in this hobby, they feel closer to their mother, and can preserve her memory longer. Another hobby is sports. Artemis can often be found playing with the kids in the port during vacations.

• beliefs: The Fröhlich family have always dedicated their lives to the protection of Mondstadt, and hold a firm worship to a god king who has long been dead. Although they have accepted Barbatos as their new savior, they still hold their original god close to their hearts. Artemis has naturally followed this belief and considers their worship of the god of memories their religion. During rough times, they find solace in a temple far north and meditate there for as long as they deem necessary. Once a month, they offer up a few of their most important memories— a ritual that has been passed down in the Fröhlich family for over 3000 years.

(This act of offering up memories is akin to the way some worshippers will offer animal sacrifices to the god they serve.)

• about — fate: Artemis is a firm believer that fate will guide the worthy and ultimately lead everyone onto the path they are destined to walk. However, they do not include the meddling of gods and higher beings into this equation. They believe that fate is its own entity and not dictated by the Archons nor Celestia. It acts of its own accord, and the gods are mere victims of fate, as well. Not even Celestia will be spared.

• about — death: Artemis believes that death is a stepping stone to a greater afterlife. Akin to their many family members, they believe that life is temporary, and death is eternal. When one dies, they are not truly dead; for they are shedding their mortal shell and accepting their true form, which is the soul. The soul will live on forever in the afterlife, while the physical body is nothing more than a temporary shell to house said soul. With this belief, the Fröhlich family does not fear death, but welcomes it with open arms— greeting it like an old friend.

[wikiangela]

Seven Sentence Sunday

tagged by @theotherbuckley @diazsdimples @tizniz 💖

today a different wip again that I don't think I shared yet lol - writing a smutty sequel to my bucktommy post-first date fic and it's barely started but there's progress! 😅

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“Say that again.” Buck says quietly, even to his own ears sounding almost frantic. His hands twist in the fabric of Tommy’s t-shirt, and pull him as close as possible with their seatbelts on. He needs to get to his place as soon as possible and get enveloped in Tommy, no room for air between them, he just needs him closer, closer, closer.

“Say what?” Tommy teases, lips brushing the shell of Buck’s ear, knowing damn well what Buck wants to hear. 

“You know what.” Buck pulls away slightly, just to meet Tommy’s eyes, and can’t stop a pout that quickly turns into an awed smile. It’s a late evening, the sky is dark, just like the inside of the car, only illuminated by the lights of the city as they’re driving, and Tommy looks so gorgeous. There’s an amused smile playing on his kiss-swollen lips, but even in the dark Buck can see his own desire mirrored in Tommy’s eyes.

“What?” he smirks, leans closer to press a kiss to his lips again. “Baby?” he whispers, and Buck shivers, a sharp gasp escaping him. Oh, he likes this. He likes when Tommy calls him just about anything, in that wonderful voice of his, but this, being called a pet name like this by a man, it’s new and thrilling, and that man being Tommy is just so exhilarating, it makes his racing heart skip a beat, and it only adds to the heat pooling in his stomach. Shit, he needs to get Tommy alone right the fuck now.

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[definitelynotshouting]

Hi smalletho nation i needed a warmup before digging into more hunger au so i decided to write a little snippet specifically intended to make @bad12amcomic want to beat me with hammers<3 its not much but i hope yall will accept this humble offering that has literally zero context whatsoever /silly

"You suck, Etho, never come near me again," Joel snaps. Then, with the edge of a sneer: "Sorry, I didn't mean that— except I did, you loser— bet you didn't see that one coming, did you, you stupid— blimmin'— good at everything...." His voice trails off, curdling and sour as it drips to the ground.

Etho's response is slightly more measured. "I dunno, Joel... seems like you kinda want my attention over here." One white eyebrow ticks up into a perfect arch, the glint of a sly smile teasing the corners of his eyes. The bare edges of a laugh tickle each syllable as he leans in close, both in mock and in challenge. "Maybe I don't suck as much as you think."

"I wish you did," Joel blurts, then flushes all the way to the roots of his hair, entire face flaming. "I-I mean, uh— oh, wow, nevermind, that came out weird. Look at the time— goodbye Etho, I hope Gem kills you really... stupidly. So I can laugh at you. Because I'm cool, and way cooler than you. Obviously."

[happysaddca]

DCA Slasher AU @wyervan per usual. This is shorter than usual as it's a tiny bit of exploration into Sun's mind.

Sun is used to not liking people. It's very natural, especially given his current work. The killing is maybe a bit extreme of a reaction, but then again, the people they killed deserved it. And it's cathartic. For Moon, of course. Sun just wants to be supportive.

Sun is even used to not liking employees. More than once he and Moon have let someone go for poor performance, constant tardiness, leaving vomit to harden into a disgusting crust that was somehow still wet. All of that and only one has gone missing. Her son is happily living with his aunts now.

All this to say that he can function just fine disliking someone. The problem is Moon has always disliked the person too.

And Moon doesn't dislike Ellis. Sun would even hazard to say that he enjoys spending time with them and that would be fine except Sun doesn't seem to quite fit in.

And he's tried! Of course he has. He's always extremely professional and helpful and the best boss to work for, and Ellis's entry into their lives has been intriguing but it doesn't seem to work.

It's hardly fair. He and Moon have been a package deal since they met. Moon is currently asleep draped over his lap because Sun hadn't wanted to move from the break room couch! But Moon’s only here because Ellis is gone on a camping trip and thus so is their cat and bed.

He and Moon are a package deal. So why doesn't Ellis seem to like him, and why is Moon okay with this growing distance between them?

Their first kill while Ellis is gone is thrilling. He and Moon are so in sync, quietly locking the toddler in his room before luring the neglectful parents out of the house for some classic car and mouse. Moon doesn't comment if Sun blows off some steam, though he does ask for the fillet knife before he starts in on the mother.

Moon drops into their shitty little car and closes his eyes while Sun shuts their tool bag in the trunk. “You call social services?” He asks Moon, who gives a grimace before nodding. “He's gonna be better in the system than with those heathens.” Sun starts the car on the second turn, glancing towards Moon. His eyes are still closed. “I missed doing this Moony.”

Moon opens his eyes to look at Sun, but he pretends he doesn't see as he drives them to the drop point.

Ellis's return is unwelcome, made worse with their immediate monopolization of Moon’s time. Sun interferes one late afternoon, none too subtly sliding between the two of them while holding a push broom. “Nova,” he calls, watching Ellis's face close up as Moon slips just behind Sun. Did they think he didn't notice the way they shut down. His poor feelings could hardly stand it!

“Sun,” Ellis replies, mocking his singsong voice.

“I was hoping you might do a full deep clean on the ballpit tonight,” Sun says, and his smile grows when Ellis frowns and looks towards Moon. Oh, was his needs as an employer getting in the way of the two bonding? Good.

“Yeah, okay. I’ll get started after we close.” Ellis frowns at Sun and reach for his broom. “Seems dumb to do it when we can't give the whole pit a good scrub though.”

“Are you volunteering?”

Sun's delight in their grimace and reluctant agreement is noticeable to even Ellis themself. But that's more than fine.

He's used to not liking people. And he knows of a thousand little ways to annoy Ellis enough that eventually they will leave.

And he will have Moon all to himself once again

[birchbow]

==> Snaketroll: snag hot older girlfriend and get absolutely topped

Yeah alright. Done and done, apparently.

Your name is VERATO UDERAK, and you're pretty sure you've just been successfully SEDUCED. You definitely always assumed that your WEALTH OF SECRETS AND INTRIGUE would keep you from ever being taken by surprise and lead to you being the primarily guiding party in whatever PALE RELATIONSHIP you eventually managed to establish, but instead you just got absolutely cold-cocked by a STONE-COLD BADASS. Emotionally-speaking.

Her name is Chayal Rishet, and she's a PROFESSIONAL LAUGHSASSIN of impressive renown. She's compelled you through several weeks of dedicated SECRET-SNIFFING and RUMOR-MONGERY just to learn the name and sign to her face, and when you proved yourself a CAPABLE CONTORTURENIST and tracked those things down she showed up at your door and made it clear she thinks you're PRETTY MOTHERFUCKING PITIFUL. In a HOT WAY.

So, anyway, now you're pinned to your couch.

Verato: Assesssss the situation :oY

==> Her body and bearing ==> Her face and affect ==> Her history and reputation

[thatdeadaquarius]

THE SAGAU FANFIC ONE-SHOT WINNER IS...

🎊🎉🌿Eldritch! Reader AU🌿🎉🎊

Just a small annoucement for the winner, though I'm sure we all saw the results lol

Have a snippet, hope you enjoy!

*disclaimer: subject to change, this is a draft, no finalized version yet.

At least, you were pretty sure of where you were now. But that didn't mean it made any more sense. You hadn't recognized it at first, but the Irminsul was unmistakable after a minute of looking at it and the surrounding blue. The lights were incredible, with sparkles and stars floating up from the ground. Strange, nearly mechanical patterns flared out from its branches. The only difference between the Irminsul in-game versus the real one you see now is the rapid swelling and filling out of its trunk. As you had woken up more and more, ignoring the strange state of your body for now, it had let out weirdly nostalgic noises. Like a computer booting up, and a million other digital pings or tunes as it grew. As you tentatively reach a hand out to touch the trunk, a familiar book materializes. The dark blue pages flip to the first page instead of to the middle of the book. ...isn't this usually the really obscure "Archives" animation from the Paimon settings page? What's it doing here?? In gold writing that hovers slightly above the pages, your (presumed) stats display. The eerily familiar Genshin Impact font rapidly types itself out from left to right. /gamemode: admin *Executing... *Executing... *Loading... *Loading... *... *...Success! *Your gamemode has been changed. " Player." [ADMIN.] EXP: 1000000#%$+??? DEF: ?%@****+~?? ATTK: ??*!!%^<=+? POWERS: - ??";*&%[]\/%? - &%#@?<_++}] - ~`*(-_+}|\\!!??^& ...you decide to stop looking at your... stats, for now. Because more importantly, as you pull your hand back from the book (letting it float in place in front of the Irminsul trunk again), you notice something even more off. Your hand. It's... wrong. As you trail your eyes up your arm, you choke back a sense of panic. Sure enough, when you bring the right arm over to poke and try to smear the seemingly black paint that drenches your left arm, it too is covered in black. Your arms are pitch black. And as you attempt to touch your forearm for more answers, only to phase through it... you begin to think maybe this is not, in fact, paint. And as you realize you are hovering, instead of standing in place, you begin to think this is, in fact, the very real world of Genshin Impact. ...you decide to lay back down on the weird blue ground (?) and take a nap.

Maybe start today over.

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I'll be working on asks in the mean time!

But this'll be higher priority/posted soon bc I'm worried I'll forget abt it otherwise lmao

Idk if anybody cares that much, but I'll go ahead and ask just in case:

I hope you guys are having a great week, wherever you may be!

Safe Travels,

💀♒️

♡the beloveds♡

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(^^^ dw you'll still get tagged when the actual piece is out! :)

[moonlightheretic]

I did it again. Alix and Gareth read their parts expertly. I am well...shocked at their proficiency with the little direction I was able to fit into the text box. I think writhed on the floor for a solid 30 minutes and sobbed with happiness. I never thought one day I would hear my lines stated back to me from the voice actors I greatly admire and respect. I think this actually made my entire year. To be honest, I was a little nervous sending in Gareth's line. It was and probably still remains the most controversial Solas line I have written. I am a dark!solas kind of gal and I like to explore the darker side of him. These lines are not direct replies to each other but they are from the same conversation in the same chapter. If you wish to read in full I will post a link at the bottom! :)

Inquisitor Lavellan-

“It’s an excuse. A lofty ideal you can hide behind. Freedom is just the curtain you’ll pull over your malformed face. Tell me, Solas, for it will only make it easier for me---”

“Are you to become just another creature I put down? Dragons, Titans, and Would-be Gods.”

“Should I add you to the list? Is that what I should do with my freedom ?”

“I have nothing left to lose. Not even you .”

Solas-

"I've explained this countless times, yet the content relayed did not suit the palate of your ears. I will confide in you this wisdom, for it is as true as it is harsh, and perhaps this time, as we stand on the precipice of this new world, you will understand. So, listen well.”

“It's not genocide if they're not real.”

“Those that die are only the hollow mimicry of once was. Your hesitation stems from the very fact that you have not known anything else."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18777274/chapters/118176490

[bmpmp3]

RECENTLY IVE BEEN really into the idea of making up "fanunits" for vocal synths akin to what we do with love live characters, like fanmade duos, trios, other unofficial groups and like playing with what kind of names and outfits they could have and what kinds of songs would fit their vibes..... ive got a bunch of sticky notes all over the place full of little unofficial groups like this now.... holds out my hand. play toys with me.

[oh-no-its-bird]

one step three steps chapter 11 currently in progress real not clickbait‼️

[foryouwereinmysong]

Bugs at work

[rochenn]

People don't even make proper YTPs anymore. This country is going to the dogs

[nemaliwrites]

confession: I’ve been reading so many yandere toxic relationship manhwa lately…can I call that research? anyway, more of chapter 7 of the night:

When Gabriel wakes up, it is to a new world. Familiar, like a dream he once had. A life he once lived.

He’s in bed, lying on his back. Emilie always used to tease him about the way he slept: flat, arms at his sides. “Like a corpse,” she would say. “Sometimes, I worry you won’t wake up!”

As though something as simple as death would keep him from returning to her side.

There are fingers running through his hair. Someone is humming. Warmth beside him. He wants, so badly, to open his eyes. Returns to his most base state: wishing, hoping, dreaming. Wanting. More than he deserves, maybe, but that’s never stopped him before.

But he’s had this dream enough times to know how he ends. He will open his eyes, and the other side of the bed will be empty. He will drag himself up and into a world without his wife. He will be unable to sleep without feeling her in his arms. And the next day, he will do it all over again.

“Are you going to sleep forever, my love?” someone says. High, feminine.

Open your eyes, Gabriel. The sooner you confront the truth, the sooner you can get on with your day. How long will you live in a dream? Forever, if he could, but that’s the thing about wanting. Eventually, it all comes to an end.

Gabriel opens his eyes.

[definitelynotshouting]

hunger au is driving me insane. gobbled it up. like seriously, the whole storage scene kinda wrecked me man. the way he's lying the whole time, how he has to distance himself from banter because. he knows what mumbo does not

also. also. the way you write pearl. the way she is processing her grief over grian not only causing their destruction but also destroying himself. like, dude. cause we all know how rough double life was for Pearl. how absolutely terrible it was. and then? her oldest, closest, through thick and thin stick together no matter what friend caused that. he caused that pain.

it's 3am and I am feral

AYYYYY omg i saw your string of comments earlier and was grinning so wide over them, im so happy you like the fic!!! Its always a huge treat when someone liveblogs their fic reading to me❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

MORE IMPORTANTLY THOUGH-- YES!!! YOU GET IT!!!! YOU GET WHAT IM DOING WITH PEARL!!!!! I'm actually thrilled you understand where im going with her-- a huuuuge part of her character arc is how she's processing trauma (and also how she Isn't™) and what that means for her and her relationship with Grian. There is SO MUCH UNADDRESSED SHIT GOING ON IN HER BRAIN. Im genuinely delighted that you can look past all the sharpness, anger, and lashing out ive written her with to see its common source-- that all the unpalatable symptoms she's displaying are symptoms, of unaddressed trauma and unprocessed grief

Anyways for your troubles and bc i think you'd like this, please have my very favorite pearl paragraphs from the upcoming chapter 12:

[soapdi-spencer]

Voice of the Paranoid save me,,, Voice of the Paranoid,,, Save me Voice of the Paranoid oughhh