since you like salmael what do you think of jerri?
P5T spoilers!!
I have not played/watched anything with the dlc but I did do some digging into Jerri and I think she's hilarious
Evil murderous pink cockatoo, like come on that's so silly but I love it
Even better that she's affiliated with Salmael, which.. let me go off about that for a moment
I'm so glad they affiliated her with the main antagonist of the main game... consistency etc etc etc
I love how Salmael is disappointed in her though, one hand it's funny that she's going off with this plan to wipe out humanity for him (I think that was her goal if I remember correctly ???????) and that even the big bad demiurge she's worshipping is like "um no????? go to your room", but also I think it adds to the characterization of the demiurge in these games, none of them are actively malicious, they think they're helping people and throw tantrums with told otherwise
You could argue that Yaldy was just an asshole (and he was- yeah he was doing what humanity wanted, but he knew it wasn't for the betterment of the masses), but at least with EMMA (kind of- it's been a minute since I played P5S I might be forgetting things) and Salmael, they just kind of did what they thought was best?????
All this just to say Jerri makes Salmael a slightly more grey antagonist and I love that
Love the new demiurge and his pet pink cockatoo, I for sure am going to draw Salmael in pink, I bet it's his favourite colour
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Hello! I am loving the new chapter of CTB. I am completely at awe with how beautifully you write and weave such a wonderfully complex story. I have a question, regarding the following lines:
“Yeah, and I didn’t know my dad,” Link said. “Guess you can call that another family trait.”
The engineer dropped the fabric he was holding [...] He only stared at the ground—blanked and scared, shocked and angry."
At this point in the story, is it open knowledge between the three heroes that Lincoln is Wars father? I tried going back to reread and figure it out, but it was taking too long and I'm impatient.
And if Spirit does know, is his shock due to surprise that Lincoln wasn't around for Wars growing up?
It's open knowledge in that Spirit and Mask are not idiots and pieced it together on their own. Warriors never said anything about it, but he has mentioned an absent father previously and he looks a lot like Lincoln. Plus, the bastard child business was a big topic of gossip. There's no way either of them could spend a year in the army without hearing it.
That being said, Spirit's shock is not from Warriors's talking about Lincoln. It's from what Warriors said right after it: "Guess you can call that another family trait.”
Warriors and Spirit used to joke that their similarities were traits that "runs in the family." Whenever they used it on each other, it was always to comfort the other.
Right now, Spirit loathes Warriors. He feels betrayed by him. But in order to beat him, he's adopted some of Warriors's worst traits. To be reminded not only of better times when he trusted Warriors but also of how similar he always has been to Warriors, hurts.
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@crimsonfacets / @dustedlilac asked: "I know it could be a little.. tacky," Vaggie murmured sheepishly as she approached with a medium-sized present - white and wrapped with a blue ribbon, and themed with snowmen - to hold out to Itsuki. It jingled when shaken. "but I thought it was a pretty cute idea, and thought "hey, Itsuki will like it". Merry Christmas, kiddo." A smile, well-meaning and genuinely warm and matched with a hug.
What waited inside the gift was a beautiful set of blue ribbons knitted with dangling, glimmering snowflake accents, all attached to a pair of shiny silver bells. 'for your hammer. - V' was the little tag attached to them! That was not all however, as there was also a crystalline hammer inside tucked right next to it, with a button on its side that lit the thing up icy blue! It was very easy to lift up, and it made a squeaky sound when it actually hit anything. A toy! "for bonking people on the head. - V" was the note attached to this one.
Itsuki didn't actually celebrate Christmas, but she always seemed pretty content to be part of it, so Vaggie, a demon from Hell, was all the more happy to be one more person happy to include her. Besides, if anyone ticked her off now that she didn't actually want to smack around with the big hammer, now she had a small one that would happily do the job.
✨🎄MERĪKURISUMASU!!! 🎄✨
ITSUKI DIDN’T KNOW THE MEANING OF THE WORD TACKY. But as far as she knew, anything from the other was ANYTHING BUT!
And so, assurance to the other’s words would quickly come in the form of a tiny, bubbly giggle. As young features would almost immediately light up in DELIGHT just from the very sight of the sis alone. Getting up from the bench she’d been resting on earlier, all too readily would she return her HUG, almost as if she had been waiting to receive it from her for it that entire day. With her arms remaining wrapped around the other for a good extra seconds... she would actually find herself giggling once again. This time from the somewhat ticklish sensation of her own rabbit-y fur brushing itself against the other’s far more subtle lilac fur.
It almost seemed like a MIRACLE, how she was actually starting to feel like her old human self again...
For when she had arrived here, she knew it was pathetic for even her to admit-- of how very quickly had she been reduced to a violently trembling shell of a soul. ALONE, FRIGHTENED, GRIEVING... and DEVOID OF ANY HOPE LEFT within herself... as all she had been able to do was HIDE and RUN from all those around her. To survive another day the best that she possibly could, and to avoid the pain and torment so, SO MANY LOVED inflicting on others down here...
... Meeting someone like VAGGIE down here had been the last thing Itsuki had expected. Understandably thinking it all to be another cruel trick and facade, like so many others... she would eventually realize that it was a BLESSING IN DISGUISE, if anything. Especially with how easily she would find herself bonding with her. She was thankful to have been brought here, to meet and be welcomed by the eccentric yet nonetheless KIND SOULS such as the BLONDE SIS and NIFTY SIS (Though she can’t quite yet make up her mind on the DEER BRO and SPIDER BRO...). But the MOTH SIS had been the very first one she had met down here, whom had offered GENUINE KINDNESS to her. Reaching out, and hanging on tight-- until she had been brought here for her own safety.
And well, the rest-- as them old bros would say-- was history.
“You got me somethin’?” Her smile would sprout up into a grin then, with the gesture alone being already more than enough for EXUBERANCE to bubble right up within her. “O-Oh, sis... thank you... y-ya really shouldn’ ‘ave...” But right then and there, a long forgotten EXCITEMENT would also begin to make itself known inside of her. As she thought about what she could get her in return! It might be a little late, but now she was actually DETERMINED to have something specially made for the sis!
As she would graciously accept the beautifully wrapped gift, she was already awed by how the colors itself made it stand out from everything. Almost as if it didn’t belong in a place like this... But instead of questioning where she had been able to get this, it was with a smile that Itsuki would excitedly open to see what was inside...
“... s-so pretty...” She would murmur beneath her breath in awe, “These are so pretty, sis! Ah love em'!” And as she lifted them up into the air for the both of them to see, she swore that the jingles that resounded throughout the area were just as pretty. As musical to her ears as a soothing wind chime was. But, oh, it would seem that wasn’t all that was in there. For with a gasp, and a widening of her eyes, Itsuki would reach back down and pull a HAMMER out. Lifting it high up into the air, as if she were THOR himself!
... Having her GODDESS’ GIFT RIPPED AWAY from her very hands had been one of her many punishments. One that she had been more accepting of, when compared to others... After all, down here... She was no PROTECTOR. Having long ago failed her people, with that very thought alone... causing a few tears to blur her sight. As she couldn’t even imagine what fate had befallen them after her own death, and what might have happened to their souls, after that. She could only hope that they hadn’t been sent down here like she had... That their GODDESS had instead welcomed them all with open arms, and take them away from all that pain and suffering that they had to endure until the very end itself.
“... so pretty...” She couldn’t help but repeat, as she wiped at her eyes with the back of her mitten. Gazing down almost thoughtfully then, with a small smile back on her face. As she continued to admire the PRECIOUS GIFT that the sis had far too kindly given to her on this day... in her eyes, it was like a gift from the heavens themselves.
.. A-Anyways, sorry about that, sis! She hadn’t meant to worry you like that! She had only started to cry because of how TOUCHED she was by your gift, by everything that you have done for lil’ ol’ her! And besides-- the moment she learns that this hammer would SQUEAK when it hit anything-- Itsuki would immediately cheer right up as she breaks into an absolute fit of giggles!
You can absolute count her to use it on anyone’s that’s being a BUTT to ya, sis!
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30 Days of Them #2
Your God comes to you in a dream one night when you are alone in your bed. They whisper something into your ear, lovingly - but it felt like a warning. What did They tell you?
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"There is nothing I could tell you that you don't already know."
I dream in the expanses of his mind in a place equally as strange as it is familiar. The walls ache with pressure, though perfectly vertical their imposing nature makes them seem to curve inwards, threateningly. They're dark bookshelves - that being the closest word in English, more like shallow compartments - endless little cubed shelves holding a strange array of... Cubes. Cubes of spirals but in four dimensions, as if the 2D line that encompasses a spiral's make-up was transmuted dramatically and inexplicably into 3D. They're all different, too, though the theme seems to be the same: little hand-sized cubes of varying levels of cohesion and self-similarity and symmetry. Some have colour, others don't, some are strangely triangular, some spirals flip direction, many have some sort of emanating - or imploding, or stationary, or spiralling, or whatever else - aura with them like 3D portals, visualisations of gravitational pulls and - he corrects me: "Writing." These auras are writing. "They're books."
He picks one off the shelf; his mood seems tinged with excitement as he holds it in his hand.
"Have a look." I - "I'll tell you what it is. Red. Inwards yet outwards. It wants to move outwards so it gives the appearance of moving outwards but it is a three-dimensional optical illusion. It is a 'sweet thing'. It is you. A cherry red. This -" he pulls back the scene behind him which had extended into these rows of compartments... Like a curtain. Compresses the scene into two dimensions and pulls it bunching the fabric of it's reality, revealing what seems to be the inside of one of these cubes. I feel the smile pull at his lips as I call it that. It's huge, though. It emanates, it contorts reality around it. It is deep, deep black encircled by a hungry, visceral, erogenous red.
"This is your warning." He implies with energy he means the thing behind the curtain is the warning. "Follow me."
With absolutely no hesitation he puts the cube he held back on its shelf and slips into the gravitational centre behind the curtain. I follow, of course I do, on the other side is -
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