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angrybatart · 3 months
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DST Critters WIP
(To be colored later when I feel like it. Wondering if I should add the Ewelet and the moth and eyeball ones as well.)
Honestly always had a soft spot for the Vargling. Less noisy than the Kittykit and Glom Glom. Lol Also. Puppy. I still love them anyway.
Never got any of the others because of items that are difficult to craft or acquire. ESPECIALLY Broodling and Ewelet. Might try and get a Giblet next time I play. It looks so cute!!
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wanderingtycho · 1 year
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By far one of my favorite things about the way Disco Elysium handles politics is that Libertarianism is treated as an absolute joke. Like the game is obviously sympathetic towards communists, but there are elements of sympathy towards the moralists and fascists as well. Not sympathy in the sense of “oh can’t we all just get along, we’re all human” BS, but sympathy in the sense that you are able to understand a persons thought process that would lead them to embrace moralism or fascism. Even if that thought process is deeply flawed, and leads to horribly off kilter conclusions, going through the centrist and fash quests gives you meaningful insight into the appeal of those ideologies.
But Ultraliberalism? The game just laughs at you, repeatedly and mercilessly. As it should, you’re a cop so poor a guy you’ve known for one day has to pawn some fancy hubcaps so you can afford rent, yet all you talk about is your grindset. Your hustle, how you’re gonna disrupt the market and groove your way into the lap of luxury. It’s delusion, utter stark raving madness, and characters treat you as such.
Kim is at a loss for words whenever you crank on your libertarian spiel, Evrart calls you a retard, you have to *trick* the mega-rich light bending guy into giving you mercury mining stocks because he’s simply too perplexed by you. Joyce, last of the self identified Ultras, doesn’t take you seriously. Sileng just goes along with it the same way he goes along with any of the other nonsense you can spout, because he’s on his own hustle, and there is no loyalty among charlatans. The only character who is wholeheartedly onboard with the money engineering and the visionary wave making lifestyle is literally named IDIOT DOOM SPIRAL.
But you see, all these things are just incidental, where the game makes it most potent jab at libertarians is when the vision quest stops. Notice I said *stop* not *end*. The communist quest line ends with a Rhetoric check in order to ask The Most Important Question about Communism. The fascist quest has you look yourself in the eye with an Endurance check to see if you can stomach the truth about yourself and your Vöws. The moralist quest ends with a heart wrenching Empathy check as you beg the iron grey and soulless enforcers of the status quo to please god help this district before war breaks out in the streets. There’s real personal stakes for Harry in all these disparate paths he can walk, what does Ultraliberalism get?
You and Kim look at a statue covered in tinsel and disco balls, Kim asks you why you went through with all this, and no matter what response you pick he’s like “Right, yeah, okay. Anyway, let’s finish the case.”
That’s it, no grand moment of pathos, no red Savoir Faire skill check to see if you really are the baddest hustler in the neoliberal hood after all. It’s completely limp, flaccid, lackluster. The game treats all the effort you put into this as exactly what it is: sad, cringe fantasies of a poor old man who’s huffing copium over the embarrassed millionaire mythos.
Disco Elysium doesn’t give libertarianism a poignant, profound conclusion because it’s an ideology undeserving of such treatment. It’s a hyper-capitalist cult mentality of toxic positivity and confirmation bias, a way for desperate people to trick themselves and other chumps into thinking they can bootstrap their way into wealth and prestige. It goes past wishful thinking into pure delirium, the game doesn’t engage with it seriously because it doesn’t have to, the only people who sincerely believe any of its tenants are morons and the clowns who sucker them.
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pangur-and-grim · 11 months
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people say The Colour of Magic is the worst discworld book, but I love Rincewind so much
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Abso-fucking-lutely vibing with World's Finest: Teen Titans' addition of Karen as one of the founding members.
Because good fucking god, before this the team was two demigods, two billionaire teens and a Normal Kid™ in neon yellow BUT NOW?! Now it's two demigods, two billionaire teens and TWO Normal Kids™ in neon yellow!
No but seriously though Wally is the only one who has to like... mow the lawn and watch his neighbor's cat when they go away for the long weekend. He's the only one who knows how to mail a letter at the post office and how much pencils cost at a book fair. He's got superpowers and terrible parents and yet somehow he is the MOST NORMAL ONE THERE.
Which speaks volumes about the rest of them tbh.
But now!!! Karen and Wally get to be nerds ✨together✨ and they get free tickets to watch the trainwrecks that the other Teen Titans call life
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Seriously though I think these two are aggressively trying to be friends with each other while also roleplaying their 'cool guy' hero personas, which is extremely funny to me. These two are absolute nerds with no friends in school and they are DESPERATE for a friend and they've just met but they've both decided "Yeah that one. That one is friend shaped"
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Wally: you move too slow
Karen: learn how to fly dumbass
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Anyway I love them
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freakattack · 1 month
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While we're on the topic of remote and dusty articles on the super mario wiki i just want to take the opportunity to shout out to one of my favourite mario characters, GLOM the cloning machine, i was originally going to make a coy post like "hehe what if we connected GLOM to tommy lasagna or some shit" but truly i just want everyone to look at GLOM so i'm cutting out the middleman everyone look at GLOM my main man GLOM
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kindaorangey · 8 days
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jean should collect homoerotic codependent partners professionally
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Gf gifted me the second rnm comic book and it flared up the tism
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sun-in-hoodie · 3 months
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I hope you have been waiting for this post. The magician is finally here. Max isn't perfect either, but he is good and mine.
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I want to say thank you to @pumpkinpieendy , she helped me a lot with her sketches. Maybe next will be Wendy.
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mr-and-mr-diaz · 1 year
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Apparently this is a hot take now but I don’t believe Buck and Eddie are supposed to be the same age, I think the writers didn’t think it through when they chucked a year on Sharon’s gravestone. Wouldn’t be the only thing they didn’t think through…
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teddyedwards · 2 months
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seen a few people be like "wow tan/new blended into the background in the first episodes but after episode 9 he is my new favourite!!", couldn't be me! i clocked this scrungy little fucker in the first 3 minutes. skills issue.
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optiwashere · 2 months
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for the prompts, B-8. hit us with the good shit, boss
I'm just gonna make this one Asheera/Shadowheart since you didn't specify a pairing! Thanks for sending this one in 💜
You can send a prompt from this list + a ship or platonic pair, and I'll write a ficlet!
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B8. Non-sexual assisted bathing due to injuries/sickness (feat. my personal annoyances with healing magic being a cure-all)
"If you try to do this yourself one more time," said Shadowheart, annoyance sharp on her tongue, "I swear I'll have to keep you locked in the room."
Asheera groaned, tapping one of her tusks against the top row of her teeth in frustration. Everything about this situation was wrong. Her arm had been broken so badly while trying to build a barn next to their cottage that it would take a few days of continuous healing spells to ensure everything mended properly, and her broken leg was only given enough magic to ease the pain.
It would only be another week of this steady convalescence by Shadowheart's estimation. A fully concentrated heal spell ran the risk of fusing her arm in a static position, rendering it completely useless. The risk was even greater with her leg.
All in all, she felt completely and totally useless. She wanted to ease the burden from Shadowheart by at least bathing herself.
"I have one good hand, and I'm already in here," Asheera complained. "You can go relax. It's all right."
"All right? You could have fallen. You could have twisted your arm and ruined any chance of healing you have left." Shadowheart grimaced and soaked a sponge in the bath's warm waters.
"It's fine. I'll be fine, love."
"You and I both know that you'll be even more upset if you wind up unable to use your arm without a trip to a better healer than me. One that would have to regenerate it for you."
"It's all right, I can do this myself now. Go rest."
Shadowheart slumped on the chair next to the tub. Their little washing room beside their bedroom smelled faintly of lilacs that Shadowheart had recently planted in the garden, a perfume she carried on her hands and clothes most days. But that sweet Spring smell couldn't mask the obvious hurt on her face that Asheera saw.
"Why won't you let me do this?" asked Shadowheart.
"It's not like that—"
"You're allowed to help me free myself from the Dark Lady, yet I can't help you with this?"
Asheera reached out with her good arm, laying her hand over Shadowheart's now soaked by the sponge. She said, "You're helping me by healing me."
Her voice gentler then, Shadowheart whispered in the quiet room, "My love, I want you to know that I care for you like you care for me. Please, let me do this."
That admission struck Asheera harder than the fallen beam had when it crushed her arm. Shadowheart's distant look hurt more than her leg when it woke her at night. She gripped Shadowheart's hand and pulled it towards her, letting the soapy water cascade down her forearm. A layer of protective energy stopped her sling and splint from getting wet.
Asheera sat back in the metal tub and tried to catch Shadowheart's gaze when it wandered and eventually fell upon her. She waited a moment, saying nothing. Then, she nodded.
Shadowheart took her time with the soap and sponge and carefully washed away the grime that came from lying in bed for most of the day. A few muscles were tense from all that lazing, and Shadowheart massaged the knotting out with minor magic and deft hands.
It took far longer than a bath should have because Asheera muttered praises and thanks over and over. Over and over, she asked Shadowheart to work a strained muscle. Over and over, she reminded Shadowheart that this was not a one-sided love.
Finally, she asked Shadowheart if she would help her out of the bath.
Shadowheart offered her arm without a word.
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aceofwands · 6 months
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this has probably been said before, but I think part of the reason neurodivergent folks love Data so much isn't just because of Data himself
it's the way the rest of the crew interacts with him. sure, sometimes they get annoyed by his behaviour or amused by something he's done, but the vast vast majority of the time ... they're patient with him, they understand that he doesn't understand things they consider obvious or take for granted, they explain social situations or behaviours that confuse him, they encourage his hobbies and interests and help him try new things without judgement
they give him a lot of grace, is what I think I'm trying to say. and that's something a lot of us just straight up didn't and don't get a lot of, as we try to navigate our current world as neurodivergent people.
so yeah, no wonder we love him and the TNG crew, he's a vision of a future where people like us are allowed to exist as we are, where the people around us will give us grace instead of trying to squash us into a box and then being angry we don't fit
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teaandinanity · 18 days
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Question for people who are good at AO3:
Is there a way to force a search to ONLY look for your target pairing as the first listed relationship?
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fluff-writing · 8 months
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Mulling over Inarius's whole plot in D4. I think it's even more pathetic than the game shows.
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Inarius seems to think the Heavens are watching him and judging his actions. He thinks he's appeasing them somehow, and trying to earn his way into their good graces. (Why he wants to go back to Heaven at all is anyone's guess. They'd probably just throw him into the Fist without thinking twice. Or kill him. Or both.)
Whether Lilith believes the angels are truly watching or not, she goads Inarius by using their apparent 'silence' on the matter. He takes it well! Starts talking at Heaven/the Souls of the Damned/whatever voice is in his head at the moment.
Here's the thing;
I don't think the Heavens have one damned idea what's going on with Sanctuary right now. I'd be amazed if any of the angels even knew Inarius wasn't in Hell. He's not exactly their problem or responsibility anymore, and hasn't been for a while; as far as they're concerned, his Fate is in Hell, with Mephisto.
The past has shown that the Heavens are not omniscient, not when it comes to Sanctuary or Hell. The nephalem aren't in the Scroll of Fate, and frankly, neither is Inarius anymore. They couldn't even find Sanctuary until enough demons got summoned to it, and even then it took a while for Tyrael himself to find it. They had no idea about Malthael faffing about for years down there, instead believing he was out in Pandemonium maybe. No one kept tabs on Urzael or any of the maidens that were sent after him. They didn't know about Tyrael's Shenanigans until they got very big and very worldstone-boomy.
How would they even know what Inarius is doing? I'd be amazed if any of them knew who Rathma was, let alone the significance of Inarius murdering him.
And after all that, it was only Tyrael himself acting as a go-between for Heaven and Sanctuary, informing the angels about what was going on. None of the Horadrim mention any other angels hanging around, or visiting Heaven to drop off newspapers. There is no link between Heaven and Sanctuary, not without Tyrael.
Speaking of Tyrael - did he and Inarius ever connect up? I wonder when exactly he disappeared. It's after Donan and Elias became part of the Horadrim, but before Elias left. Was it after Astaroth? Cuz Inarius was definitely around for that (he helped build Eldhaime.)
Methinks they might have had confrontation. Hell, maybe Tyrael is the one who brought him back somehow. Prolly not, but it'd be nice of him.
Anywhoozle, point is the Heavens aren't likely to know a rogue angel is mucking around down on Sanctuary, again. Why would they even care? The humans are not their problem. Inarius is not their problem.
I think they locked the Gates to Heaven, and are tuning reality out. Fate, Hope and Valor have turned their backs on Sanctuary after all.
Unless we're saying Inarius got free from Hell, went to Heaven first, got told to fuck off, and came back to Sanctuary for some reason. Somehow, I don't see that happening.
We know he's delusional too. Sin War, D4, he's delusional as fuck. Convinces himself he's in control when everyone from Mendeln to Diablo is manipulating him, convinces himself Tyrael + the Angels hadn't found Sanctuary (as they literally invade through a hole in the sky), convinces himself the prophecy is about himself. I could see him genuinely believing he's undergoing some sort of divine trial at the behest of the Angiris Council. Maybe he thinks Rathma's prophecy was sent by Itherael for some damn reason.
There's nothing to really imply the angels are watching. They shut the gates and barred the door. If they're even alive at all up there, but that's a whole other theory.
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stankworth · 4 months
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self-appointed obnoxious little brother
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(big ups to the cube u designs shorts)
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Grief Is
(Inspired by MyHouse.wad, so could potentially be a little spoiler-y. Perhaps go and experience it for yourself before reading on. Unless you don't care, in which case cool)
Grief is the phantom of a Discord ping, echoing through your head as you check again and again, hoping that this time they'll come back.
Grief is a two-headed dog that bays for your blood. Never resting, never relenting, it will not stop until it has you between its jaws.
Grief is a familiar world made strange and frightening, warping and fraying around you as you flail for something, anything, to break your neverending fall.
Grief is a robber that spirits your very breath away. Through black smoke and murky water, the very act of living becomes an unbearable ordeal.
Grief is wishing you could fall into a mirror, live another life, just for one last chance at something real.
Grief is a plane forever losing altitude, forever doomed to crash. It is at once unstoppable force, immovable object, and catastrophic impact.
Grief is a beach where time's corpse lies rotting in the sun. Caught in its snare, every instant asking what-if becomes its own eternal hell.
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