Furina's character design fucks me up so much. Because when it's Furina the human she has short hair. When she's Furina the "God", she has both her short hair and the long hair in the back, symbolizing how Furina isn't really a "god" but more a human playing the part of a God. And then when she has just long hair Furina isn't Furina, she's Focalors.

Idk, just the fact that hoyo made it so you can tell them apart fucks me up on so many levels.

Do you ever think about Nimona and what she was up to during the 1000 years of the timeskip Do you think about her hearing people from the shadows that she was now hiding in tell and extravagate the event that lead to her loosing her first real friend and eventually morph to a false legend, do you think she ever tried to find a new friend between the humans but was met with the same exact fate as the first time, do you think she tried it again for the third time, do you think it just kept reinforcing her isolation ("Because once everyone sees you as a villain, thats what you are."), do you think she hopelessly shot her last shot with balister because holy shit a commoner infiltrating the knights ranks just to kill the queen maybe he would get me, do you thi

Hate that whenever I'm going through something all of my friends are also going through something so all we can do is just sigh loudly at each other's misery. It strengthens the bond, sure, but doesn't change much

Do you think Prism after IEYTD3 would do anything to honor the rest of her robots who didn't escape the factory explosion

Oh absolutely. She loved those silly little guys! She dedicated so much work, time and effort to make them real and they were there with her and she loved every single one of them. She didn't have to get attached, after all they were just another project, but she chose to love and appreciate them as they were. She was probably under the assumption that they'd outlive her, being robots and all, but that explosion definitely crushed her heart. I don't know if she could find it in her to make another robot after that.

I think if she finds time to slow down after the third game's end, she'd let herself properly grieve her loss and honor their memory. Probably something that involves a spare part that she brought with her, a core, a bit of kinesium...but yeah.

i wish i was a fictional character. like, the mc of some romance novel, or the strong lead of a fantasy series. someone people look at and go “oh yeah, i’m putting you in my heart forever.”

🌹two aces?

yessssss so here's another clip from loneliness into loneliness, the queerplatonic two aces fic, from a bit later in the same scene as the previous clip, actually. it's a bit long so most of it is under the cut!

Dani’s still watching him with curious, attentive eyes, and doesn’t look like he hates what he’s hearing. What Jamie is saying doesn’t seem to be making him want to get up and run, or shut the conversation down, or… Or anything else, really. He’s just listening, waiting for what’s coming next. This is just encouraging enough that Jamie goes on in a sudden rush, the words nearly tripping over each other on the way out.

“I mean, only if you think you’re interested in that sort of thing, I just- the way things have been since I came to stay here is like- I think this is the happiest I’ve ever been, in a weird sort of way.” It feels like something Jamie wasn’t supposed to admit, even though it’s true. He heaves a short, hard breath and knots his fingers together, hoping he’s making at least some kind of sense. “Here, with you. Living with you, being with you all the time, doing, just. Doing life together with you. Sleeping with you-” Jamie cringes at the way it sounds, and says, “I mean, not like, I mean- you know what I mean.” When he risks a quick glance over, Dani is smiling at him, faint amusement in his eyes. “Yes, I do,” he says, and the mirth in his voice is light but unmistakable. It’s enough that Jamie’s shoulders lose an ounce of the tension that’s been ratcheting up the longer he’s been trying to explain, and he’s able to go on. “Right. Right, and, look, I just - I don’t want to give that up, I guess?” Jamie is surprised and horrified to discover that he’s having a bit of trouble breathing. His chest feels tight and his eyes are a bit hot. He clears his throat before he goes on just to be sure that his voice won’t crack or anything equally as horrific. The explanation is already coming out in this faintly shaky, too-quick ramble, and he’s sure he sounds mental. He doesn’t need to add ‘about to cry’ to that. “I’d just… I want to keep this. The way things are, with us, and I just- I want it to be on purpose. I want to take care of you, and to-” The sentence stops. Jamie bites his lip and waves a hand, looking at the carpet and not at Dani, then forces himself to finish, “To let you take care of me, too. It’s just an idea, we don’t have to- I can just go and everything can go back to normal but I wanted to say something just in case… In case maybe you might want that too.”

unfortunate that there is something fundamentally Wrong with me because sometimes I really would like to be loved and cared for

JASPER MY BOI!!

it feels like i am the loneliest person in the world

haven't felt like shit in a while but it's nice to know i haven't lost the skill ✌️

**** and ****** and I all got invited to birthday party #1 tonight. Then each of them got invited to an additional birthday party, #2-3. so now I am being made to go party hopping with them. to parties of ppl I’ve only met in passing. and if that weren’t bad enough a friend of ours but mostly theirs is opening for [mid but confusingly well known DJ in our town who thinks playing starships by Nicki Minaj makes her all that even tho *** is better!] tonight and so now we’re gonna try to go to four things. Woeeeee is literally meeeeeeee I want 2 stay home and pirate ebooks and listen to sufjan stevens but unfortunately if I refused to go it’d be a whole big thing even though I literally only ever agreed to go to party #1!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Scream. Ugh whatever I’m going to drink a matcha latte with raspberries and a shot of espresso at 4-5 pm and hopefully I will not pass away </3 Urgh this is fine this is good for me I’m young blah blah blah I have to enjoy this era it’s fleeting whatever blah blah blah I have the rest of my life to drink herbal tea all alone plan my garden and force myself to read a joan Didion book I am not enjoying. Blah blah blah but I don’t have to LIKE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh AND I have to go fucking secondhand clothes shopping* beforehand this is like when Gabriella and Troy from High School Musical had big game, scholastic decathalon, and callback auditions all at the same time

*it’ll be FINE I guess hdhebfndjjejejdjdj

she’s my favorite person in the world

I'm doomed

I can't

I can't live like that

I can't get any help

It is just a nightmare every day