Warning: spoilers for Signalis' story

I keep wondering what happens to the first person you meet in the game, the Star unit. She's collapsed on the floor, visibly injured, and she tells you that she's waiting for her first aid patch to take effect.

Out of all the characters you talk to, she's the only one who expresses the will to leave this accursed place.

Isa is like you, she's looking to go deeper to find someone she cares about

The Storch unit you meet in the security office is waiting for new orders and says she has no desire to abandon the place

Beo, the injured Mynah, is just waiting to die

Adler wants to stay and to stop you

Falke is too far gone, she's not herself anymore

The Star and Eule are so deep in the mines that they wouldn't be able to escape even if they wanted to. The Star is dying and I don't think the Eule will even retain the will to live once the Star is gone

The Kolibri is lost without its cadre and is just hiding in a room

So, did the first Star unit make it? Was she able to safely escape this nightmare of a time and place?

I like to think that she did. Indeed, when you go through that corridor later, she is gone, and maybe she made it out. But if I'm honest with myself, I don't think she really did. Everything is so distorted and corrupted by bioresonance, I doubt anything can truly escape.

Elf adventurer humiliated to have been impregnated by a monster versus amateur scientist and monster enthusiast adventurer eager to study him and his body's changes, writing them down and also touching him and SPREADING HIM Open to see better

What if Jason's Red Hood return happens while Dick is still catatonic? Not sure how the timeline would work, but still...

Will it go better since it's very clear Dick at least hasn't replaced him?

Or will it go even worse because he'd take it as Bruce abandoning Dick too?

If we’re talking Owl Song, then Dick isn’t truly catatonic! He just… stopped caring. If we dove into his POV right now it would mostly consistent of fragmented thoughts and memories he’s forcing himself to experience over and over, very much stuck on the desire to… not be there anymore. Like Jason.

And things would turn out a lot better if Jason came back to Gotham with Dick in this state, which is grotesque, but it would prove without fail just how much his death impacted him. Something Jason started doubting during his… questionable stay with the League.

Jason wouldn’t even be able to pin the blame on Bruce for Dick’s state, because the Talon is obviously well taken care of. It’s just that he’s… refusing to interact with any of them, seemingly determined to become another dusty relic in a dead kid’s room. (Like maybe if he tries hard enough, he can go live in the memories of warm nests and alive, alive, alive chirrups and-)

So… yeah, it’s very macabre but Jason coming back early would solve… many things. Because Tim being Robin would be overshadowed by the abysmal state Dick is in. And Jason would have his reassurance that neither Dick didn’t replace him.

I have to say goodbye to my girlfriend soon after we've been together in person for a month I don't want her to goooo :((((

new sona . if u even care..............

the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

Don't get me wrong, I don't give two shits about the English Royal Family, but this PR crisis they're in right now is just wild. Every time you think they're done digging themselves deeper, they haul another bucket of shit up from the bottom of the well they're in.

Musings from Anna Fusco

You can believe in magic, but watch out.

Computer-generated human women are always commenting "my nudes in profile" on my monsterfucking tweets. Hast thou elf ears, vile AI wench? Are you full of eggs and ogre come? Are you a centaur? No? Then there is no audience for your nudes here

I say this with the utmost sincerity, but I hope you have the courage and space and freedom in the upcoming year to be the nasty little freak that you are. I hope you can find a place to realize that the things you think make you unlovable and disgusting are in fact very lovable and not disgusting in any way. I hope you find sincerity beyond your ability to even comprehend.

Please, please be considerate of your fat friends' needs and limitations. Fat bodies are heavy to carry around. I move about the world slower than my thin peers, and I've often had to choose between pushing myself to keep a pace that takes absolutely all my energy, or being left behind, when walking in a group. I don't always feel safe to ask that everyone walk slower, because there's a prevalent idea in society that fat people need to exert themselves as much as possible at all times in the service of weight loss, and that we never "really" need rest, therefore it's a good thing whenever we're exhausted. Fat people and thin people alike are taught that fatness is a flaw, one that fat people ourselves are to blame for, so we're not entitled to any accommodation or consideration. A friend of mine who is fat recently told me about a dinner party she went to where the chairs were far too small for her and she was sitting very uncomfortably. After the meal she politely suggested moving the party to the couch, but the others didn't want to. She spent another couple of hours in unnecessary pain, and didn't dare tell them about it. I love my thin friends, but some of them just don't realize that I weigh probably twice as much as them, and yet I balance it all on the same size feet and carry it on about the same size bones. I'm like if they had a whole other them to carry around at all times. Why would that not have an impact on how I function? Please - take us into consideration when we're part of activities. Ask us which activities work and which don't. Adjust the pace so no one has to be dry heaving and sweating barrels on what's supposed to be a casual walk. Make sure venues have seating that fits us. Make it safe for us to speak up if we need something. When we do, don't treat us like we're the problem. Finally: yes, we have heard of losing weight. Even those of us who might (and many never will, whether you like it or not), won't do it on a moment's notice. If your response to "fat people deserve accommodations" is "what if they weren't fat though", you're playing a fantasy game. It's pointless. We are fat and we are here and we do partake in society. Work with that.

another cool thing is when you devour a book over the course of a handful of hours and it fucks you up and you just have to lie on the couch feeling like your brain went swimming for too long & only just came up from under the water. art is so good

i play a dangerous game every time a friend is having a hard time.................................

— Carol Rifka Brunt in Tell The Wolves I'm Home

the older i get the more sensitive i become to warm genuine words, like wow you really think that kindly of me? hold up, lemme cry