if dorian didn't show up, do you think louis would have shot minnie?
I do. I know some people think either he wouldn't have or he would've missed so that's why the writers had him shoot Dorian instead, but mmmmmm no, I don't personally think so. I like to think that if he had taken the shot, his shaky hands would've caused him to shoot her fatally.
Mostly because I'm already so normal about the fact that of the Ericson crew, Marlon and Louis are the only ones with a body count. Well, that we know of, but shown to us in the game, at least. Plus, we know it's Louis' first kill.
Like yeah, Clementine and AJ become part of the crew and they have bigger body counts, and if we're counting indirect kills caused by actions, then Tenn has a count... and I guess everyone has blood on their hands for blowing up the boat... but I'm talking about killed directly with a weapon like....... I lied, I'm not normal about that at all, Louis and Marlon are the ones who have killed someone in Louis' route. I'm also not normal about the fact that Louis kills Dorian and then even as he's clearly in shock, he tries to go with Clementine to get AJ, and then later on when they talk about it, he says it feels like bile but not quite and he's glad he has it in him to do it.... listen, listen, listen... I'm obsessed with that.
Anyway, so if Louis shot Minerva, I think he would've accidentally killed her and can you imagine? He's already enough of a mess after killing the woman who pinned him down and tried to cut his finger off [or succeeded] but he knew Minerva, they were friends before the twins were taken. Even Violet couldn't kill her even though that would've been the smarter thing to do, and we know thanks to meta knowledge that killing her would've saved lives, but Violet couldn't, and I don't think Louis would intentionally either.
Speaking of Violet, if Louis killed Minerva, I hate to think about what that would've done to Vi. I think she might've actually left at that point, like what was planned before it got changed to her being burned. I don't think she would've attacked Louis over it, though, like yeah she attacked Clementine in the cell but Louis? I don't know, but I don't think so just because it's Louis and he'd be a mess about it anyway.
Though if he did kill her, it would be a neat parallel to draw... y'know, because Louis forgave AJ for killing Marlon even though he was pissed and heartbroken, and Violet was annoyed with him the entire time... but could she ever forgive Louis for killing Minerva? Y'know? We already have a similar parallel with AJ shooting Tenn, but still.
If Clementine killed Minerva in that moment, though, then I could see Violet attacking her since in her eyes, Clem proved her right.
So yeah, I get why they added the Dorian kill to his route. It adds another compelling element to Louis as a character, but we also need Minerva alive for episode 4; Louis can't kill her, he can't miss, and he's not going to stay with her because we need Violet to stay on the boat and him to be on shore for all routes.
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https://www.tumblr.com/skullsandcorals/738285799236321280/im-dyslexic-im-not-stupid
1. Holy shit I am so happy I found another person who gets how smart Percy is, and gets that every instance of Percy looking/getting called stupid is due to his dyslexia or people not telling him anything.
2. Which book/chapter is this from? I need to bookmark it ASAP and start shouting it from the metaphorical tumblr hills.
3. We really don't talk about how good a mom Sally is? Like yeah she's badass and gentle but like. She respects Percy. When the school system failed Percy, she's the one who still not only believed that he was smart but still acted like it and probably taught him too. Queen mom Sally Jackson right there.
1.) YEAHH EXACTLY. Or his ADHD 😭 It drives me NUTS whenever Percy is treated as the dumb + comedic guy. Like I get what they're saying and why they're saying it, but sometimes his character gets reduced to JUST that and it hurts my soul. I get that he's funny as a narrator and as a character and sometimes he can be a little "clueless" but it just feels like some people like to think of that as either all he is or a huge part of who he is. I believe I've also seen Leo get this treatment despite literally being insanely smart at such a young age so. that's...fun. They can be funny and smart too 😞
2.) It's from the 10th Anniversary edition of The Lightning Thief! It's Rick's cover letter for the first readers of the manuscript & a note from the narrator. I don't have a copy of that edition myself, but I've seen some pictures of it on Rick's blog and someone posted one of the pages on Reddit (where I got it from).
Here's the full page from Reddit (source) & the picture from Rick's blog where the page is visible (source):
3.) YEEEAHHHH I LOVE HER SO MUCH!!! What I would do to get adopted by her rn. The way she talks to him makes me kinda teary-eyed because she's just so...you can just tell how much she loves Percy and that she would do anything to make sure he grew up resilient and kind in a world that's always out to get him. She believes in him so much that it just makes me lose my mind a little. It's just so sweet and I can't help but feel so moved by it.
I'm not sure if you've read Chalice of the Gods, but there's this scene where (spoilers, kinda) Sally talks to Percy after the whole thing with Hebe and honestly this scene makes me want to sob and cry and weep
“You are a lot of things, Percy. But helpless isn't one of them.”
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SHIP/RP SCENE EDITS ↣ KATARZYNA MAKOWSKI & BENJAMIN TALLMADGE
↪ THE NIGHT THEY MET
“That was a memorable day to me, for it made great changes in me. But it is the same with any life. Imagine one selected day struck out of it, and think how different its course would have been. Pause, you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day.”
- Charles Dickens, Great Expectations
graphic based on roleplay storylines written by @wiedzmacienia and @honorhearted. my graphics do not steal or claim as your own. mutuals may reblog.
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Avoiding strangers as if he was waltzing with them Alfred made his way through the halls. As he walked by, some stopped to look at him with curious eyes and others kept on their tracks as their heads turned his way, but the prince didn't think much of it and instead kept on his way until he was met with a closed door. With busy hands he knocked on it to make his entrance known, unlocking the door without dropping or damaging anything he carried proved to be more of a challenge but with a movement of a few free fingers and push with his arm he made his way in.
Walking in he closed the door behind him with his arm and then turned to face the person sitting at the other end of this office. A smile bloomed on his face as Alfred walked closer. "Hey there, Lord Rafal!" He greeted stopping his tracks and eyeing the table separating the two of them, yes there'd be enough space to place everything on top of it. "Today's your birthday and i know you didn't get to celebrate many of them as yourself, so to make up for some you missed i brought some gifts."
In his right hand he carried a big bouquet of red roses, he placed it on the table. "To start, roses, they remind me of you and their bright color makes me think of your eyes—and dragonstone!" Looking at the size of the gift he chuckled, maybe he went overboard with simply asking the florist 'give me a big bouquet!' "Each rose is a birthday wish i didn't get to give you until now."
With one gift down he made his way to the other side of the table and kneeled down, with his free hand he set down one of the gifts. "This one's for last." Having said that, he looked inside the little bag he carried and pulled out a box, opening it a snake-shaped ring with two rubies for eyes and a pair of diamond shaped earrings twinkled. "You're always wearing jewelry so i thought you'd like this one. Let me put the ring on for you."
Reaching for Rafal's left hand, Alfred held his world with his right one. Two digits were enough to pick up the ring and his eyes danced choosing were to place it of the few free ones, in the end he gently slid it on his ring finger. A complacent smile at seeing it fit perfectly.
Lastly he reached for the small fabric placed on the table. Quietly he unfolded it to show a small embroidery with two roses and some diamonds on it—details that reminded him of the dragon—the stitching was far from perfect but he had put effort on it. "I'm not good at sewing but i tried making something myself that would last more than a flowercrown. The embroidery passed down my family is way prettier but it's back in Firene." He laughed, placing it on Rafal's hands. "This is to remind you that even if we are apart, i'm always with you."
"I do want to say something, for as long as i'm alive i will be here to celebrate your birthday and to remind you how precious your life is not only to me but all the people who love you." Standing up his gaze softened as he spoke once again. "Happy birthday Lord Rafal! I'm blessed to have you as my dear friend."
Having taken that off his chest he gently smacked his friend's shoulder. "Anyway! Why don't we go eat dinner together? I know of a place where we could eat a nice birthday cake."
A sweet waft of roses invaded the dragon's lair. Curious. Sacrilegious. Alfred. For all his familiarity with the Firenese prince, a single knock predated the bold vision that resulted in the other's wake - as was often wont to do. Heavy, trundling steps barely succeeded in entering his office and in holding aloft an armful of items. Had there been greetings or questions he first intended, the sight of a thoroughly encumbered Alfred plucked them straight from his mouth.
Countless thoughts whirred in their attempts to reach a conclusion. However, the proclamation of 'happy birthday' left no room for mistake, only further cementing intentions with a bounteous rose bouquet just short of spilling onto the floor and more offerings on its tail. Crimson eyes partook in a slow-inching dawn of understanding, drawn to the ring placed on his hand, the earrings chosen for their memorable ruby color, and then the gift of embroidery. True to word, an amateur product, if not one made lush by time and labor.
. . .the maker's homage to his subject of regard.
Wordlessly, he twisted off the band and set it down without force. He acknowledged the roses with a glance. At last he picked up the fabric, turning it over in his fingers with a blasé look of measurement, this way and that, sparing no corner from sight. And, at last, he spoke: "This stitchwork is not anything special. It is of a quality that the average onlooker would not inspect twice. The roses intended as embellishments are not perfectly aligned. These edges look to be unraveling."
Each word snapped into line without hesitation, piercing as the gaze that analyzed every defect that dared exist before it with visibility. Not a single mistake did he fail to bring to light and, after planting the cloth down, silent judgment lapsed across the course of several seconds. Several more.
". . .I approve."
He pushed onto his heels with a fond twitch of lips. Rising from his chair and brushing past the prince in one seamless motion, only with two feet set firmly before the door did he halt. "I am grateful, Alfred, your sentiments and gifts have not only been generous, but they have revealed to me the true blessings to be had. They have made this a special birthday." Anticipatory appraisal over his shoulder. "—and dinner would make the occasion happier still."
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Sparrow
I am no mountain of strength, no fortress nor tower,
Most days I am not even a rock to build upon.
I am more of an ordinary sparrow
Much like any other, but much beloved.
Can I bring anything to the table?
Only my very own song.
But it will be brought with all the force
One heart can bring along.
It is not very much at the best of times,
But with all there is, it will be offered.
I will spend my years untangling the violence
And nurturing the silence of peace in my home,
With nowhere to go, only to grow upwards
My long-awaited patience will appear with time.
Let me open my doors, let me look out,
Let me invite the ready Guest in.
Help me make space for what is coming,
I will try my best to be ready.
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