#☆~*•.° - 「 golden resolve 」

[buggiesnax]

not me being unable to sleep at 2am and deciding "oh, I'll read the final chapter of Golden Son since I'm so close to finishing it!" and then being EVEN MORE UNABLE TO SLEEP afterwards because oh god. oh godddd. things are so bad.

#HOO i was like “well. things seem ok. wonder how this will end. too bad about mustang but. itll get resolved in a later book” #and then as the chapter went on i got more and more nervous #and then just. everything goes to HELL #red rising trilogy #red rising #red rising saga #golden son #WHEW #rose.txt

[bruneburg]

Sooo it looks like I might need even longer to end the current hiatus, I suddenly got invited to go to one more film festival, this time a Turkish one. And they are very kindly taking care of everything. I don't know what I did to deserve this. What is even happening.

What a rollercoaster of a winter.

#all this travel is noot great for my master studies project #and other responsibilities #causing difficulties with uni deadlines #i hope that can resolve okay once i'm back #im going there next monday #the festival is golden baklava student film festival btw #the festival team is extremely kind and i look forward to meet them #i hope i will be a good guest in their eyes #update #nonart #travelling used to be very difficult for me for quite a while now for a range of reasons so i just wasnt doing it #and now this year this winter with the festival stuff one after another #is a big change and utterly mind boggling thing for me #none of this is any normal for me

[ilynpilled]

The golden armor, not the white, but no one ever remembers that. Would that I had taken off that damned cloak as well.

When I reach King's Landing I'll have a new hand forged, a golden hand.

Cersei might like that. A golden hand to stroke her golden hair.

I am not myself. He eased himself down until the water reached his chin. “Soiled my white cloak . . . I wore my gold armor that day, but . . ."

“Gold armor?” Her voice sounded far off, faint.

Jaime slid into the offered seat quickly, so Bolton could not see how weak he was. "White is for Starks. I'll drink red like a good Lannister."

She did as he bid her. "The white cloak . . ."

". . . is new, but I'm sure I'll soil it soon enough."

“That wasn't . . . I was about to say that it becomes you.”

When he was done, more than three-quarters of his page still remained to be filled between the gold lion on the crimson shield on top and the blank white shield at the bottom. Ser Gerold Hightower had begun his history, and Ser Barristan Selmy had continued it, but the rest Jaime Lannister would need to write for himself. He could write whatever he chose, henceforth. Whatever he chose . . .

"Robert's beard was black. Mine is gold."

"Gold? Or silver?" Cersei plucked a hair from beneath his chin and held it up. It was grey. "All the color is draining out of you, brother. You've become a ghost of what you were, a pale crippled thing. And so bloodless, always in white." She flicked the hair away. "I prefer you garbed in crimson and gold."

At its head Jaime stood at vigil, his one good hand curled about the hilt of a tall golden greatsword whose point rested on the floor. The hooded cloak he wore was as white as freshly fallen snow, and the scales of his long hauberk were mother-of-pearl chased with gold. Lord Tywin would have wanted him in Lannister gold and crimson, she thought. It always angered him to see Jaime all in white.

Ser Jaime Lannister, all in white, stood beside his father's bier, five fingers curled about the hilt of a golden greatsword.

Fissures had opened in his cheeks, and a foul white fluid was seeping through the joints of his splendid gold-and-crimson armor to pool beneath his body.

Glory wore trappings of Lannister crimson; Honor was barded in Kingsguard white.

His cloak was Lannister crimson, but his surcoat showed the ten purple mullets of his own House arrayed upon a yellow field.

"My lord," the lad asked, "will you be wanting your new hand?"

"Wear it, Jaime," urged Ser Kennos of Kayce. "Wave at the smallfolk and give them a tale to tell their children.”

“I think not." Jaime would not show the crowds a golden lie. Let them see the stump. Let them see the cripple.

Behind the lords came a hundred crossbowmen and three hundred men-at-arms, and crimson flowed from their shoulders as well. In his white cloak and white scale armor, Jaime felt out of place amongst that river of red.

Jaime Lannister wore a doublet of red velvet slashed with cloth-of-gold, and a golden chain studded with black diamonds. He had strapped on his golden hand as well, polished to a fine bright sheen. This was no fit place to wear his whites. His duty awaited him at Riverrun; a darker need had brought him here.

Jaime had thought long and hard about whether to wear his gold armor or his white to this meeting; in the end, he'd chosen a leather jack and a crimson cloak.

For an instant, the deep red clouds that crowned the western hills reminded him of Rhaegar's children, all wrapped up in crimson cloaks.

Seven bloody hells," he started, "who dares—" Then he saw Jaime's white cloak and golden breastplate. His swordpoint dropped. "Lannister?"

quotes specifically focusing on his hand:

“The boy is dead." Jaime had drunk three cups of wine, and his golden hand seemed to be growing heavier and clumsier by the moment.

His golden fingers were curved enough to hook, but could not grasp, so his hold upon the shield was loose. "You were a knight once, ser," Jaime said. "So was I. Let us see what we are now."

“Radiant." Fickle. "Golden." False as fool's gold. Last night he dreamed he'd found her fucking Moon Boy. He'd killed the fool and smashed his sister's teeth to splinters with his golden hand, just as Gregor Clegane had done to poor Pia. In his dreams Jaime always had two hands; one was made of gold, but it worked just like the other.

"Men shall name you Goldenhand from this day forth, my lord," the armorer had assured him the first time he'd fitted it onto Jaime's wrist. He was wrong. I shall be the Kingslayer till I die.

One of them wore the ruins of a crimson cloak, but Jaime hanged him with the rest. It felt good. This was justice. Make a habit of it, Lannister, and one day men might call you Goldenhand after all. Goldenhand the Just. The world grew ever greyer as they drew near to Harrenhal.

The weight of his golden hand had grown irksome. He fumbled at the straps that secured it to his wrist.

Well, what's one more broken vow to the Kingslayer? Just more shit in the bucket. Jaime resolved to be the first man on the battlements. And with this golden hand of mine, most like the first to fall.

Around him he glimpsed the faces of men he'd done his best to kill in the Whispering Wood, where the Freys had fought beneath the direwolf banners of Robb Stark. His golden hand hung heavy at his side.

then the subconscious conclusion:

"Is it?" She smiled sadly. "Count your hands, child."

One. One hand, clasped tight around the sword hilt. Only one. "In my dreams I always have two hands." He raised his right arm and stared uncomprehending at the ugliness of his stump.

I think the narrative that is being told in the color symbolism present in Jaime’s story is the realization that glory has no presence in the man he wants to become. He gradually realizes again the truth of the golden hand covering his stump being a golden lie. It is more an embodiment of his sins, a heavy burden he carries. True honor and change will not be wrapped in gold, and obviously not crimson. But this should not lead to the return of his cynicism, which is how he approaches this early on, and why he wants to delude himself about it. He greys, and he sheds the red and gold color. The white becomes him. The crimson & gold comes back when he does his duty for the horrid Lannister regime, when he sustains loyalty to his family, and emulates his father. Nonetheless, he keeps drawing nearer to the blank white shield at the bottom of his page and distancing himself from the crimson at the top. But maybe the lesson is that he cannot start over like that. Maybe his only choices are not the evil Kingslayer and the glittering Goldenhand the Just. Maybe he should just be Jaime. That white shield is tainted. Our good actions do not wash out the bad. They will exist simultaneously. You will never be the golden heir, the perfect pure white Just Knight. You are a crippled broken man. But that does not mean you cannot choose to continue living and keep pushing to change for the better:

“What else can I do, but die?”

“Live,” she said

Maybe the blank white shield is an impossible ideal not made for him. But what remains if he cannot be crimson, gold, or the pure white?

yet she knew it was him. “Even at a distance, Ser Jaime Lannister was unmistakable. The moonlight had silvered his armor and the gold of his hair, and turned his crimson cloak to black.”

He was always meant to be a grey character. Why don’t we mix that black & white?

#something about the gold of his armor and hair being silvered turning closer to white and his crimson cloak turning black #and it is the moon #the graceful crescent during the night he decided to live #and its as early as agot?:?): #i love being delusional guys #asoiaf #jaime lannister #valyrianscrolls #asoiaf meta #also the ‘Jaime resolved to be the first man on the battlements. And with this golden hand of mine most like the first to fall’ #he is at it again oml #frank reynolds ‘sulclde is badass’ on loop #anyway the build up works very well with the vows of taking the black

[confessedlyfannish]

me completely bypassing a dramione phase and instead jumping immediately and with both feet into harry/hermione/ron

#i mean #golden trio #the ship name was there all along #it's just so pure #ron leaving in deathly hallows bc he's jealous but also not sure who he's jealous of?? he's conflicted and confused and scared as a result? #adds so much flavor #he comes back resolved to love and protect BOTH his people #ron is the linchpin and no one can convince me otherwise #he makes sure both his crazies sleep and are fed #ron the househusband #harry potter #i miss being utterly infatuated with harry potter #thanks a lot jkr #she said sarcastically #maybe I'll do a reread

[undertheredhood]

in reference to this post, i believe that when stephanie graduates from college bruce is going to be bragging about her all of the time. bruce wayne is the type of parent to say “yeah well stephanie was able to attend and graduate college while also being a vigilante so why can’t you do this?” to the rest of his kids when they’re annoying him.

#batman #bruce wayne #stephanie brown #spoiler #batgirl #robin 04 #stephanie instantly becomes the golden child after complete her education #damian has resolved to go to college to after listening to bruce talk about steph’s achievements for the 100th time #stephanie brown is smart and i hate it when people ignore that #college student stephanie brown #i think she’s in pre-med but correct me if i’m wrong

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

why is every single song transition on Infinity On High so insane

#LIKE IT'S SO SMOOTH. #the resolve in hum going into golden and the metronome outro of golden matching the opening timing of mmrs #and the resolve of mmrs running right into who I think I am #just like. it's so cohesive despite the songs being so diverse. Waugh #Lu rambles #music #fob #ioh

[sunshine-and-ladybugs]

CONTD. @empathyisagiftandacurse

“I couldn’t sleep,” the woman replied with a slight accent. “It’s a lovely night. I was drawn to the fireflies. I have not seen so many all in spot before.” She cupped her hand under one of the insects and gently lifted her palm, coaxing it to land on her. She beamed when it obliged and walked across her palm. “Dangerous?” She sounded more curious than afraid. “You mean gangs?”

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"Yes. Something like that. You're not from around here, are you, signorina?"

Giorno observed the young woman, now more curious than wary. She seemed genuinely charmed by the tiny little creatures. It helped ease his worries somewhat.

"It is quite a rare sight. Fireflies usually don't come out here during the autumn." It wasn't as if someone was responsible for that, oh no. "I suspect they're drawn to our higher body temperatures."

#☆~*•.° - 「 golden resolve 」 #empathyisagiftandacurse #lexi calandrina #「 verse : moving forward 」

[cyphyree]

In the darkness, Giorno clutched his heart. It was lit with a cold fire, the pain strangling him from the inside like thistles. His hands trembled. He dropped to his knees and coughed as if to vomit out the thorns inside him.

Footsteps.

He could see the figure of a boy standing over and studying him expressionlessly. Sharp eyes, black hair chopped short. A ragged collar shirt evidently torn and sewn back carelessly together.

Giorno gritted his teeth. "I thought you were dead."

The boy cocked his head. "Why should I be?"

Giorno doubled over as the invisible ailment grew stronger, choking him. "I killed you," he hissed. "You were weak and scared and I wasn't going to let you get in my way."

"You're a fool." The boy's-- Giorno’s-- voice was cold and unyielding. "Did I take beatings and neglect to be thanked like this? Did I endure all those years and survived just so you can brush me off like I'm nothing? Your empire is built on both of our shoulders."

Giorno looked up. Their eyes met and even through hazy vision Giorno could feel the intensity of Haruno's gaze. The boy whom he tried to drown, out of spite, out of shame. Out of necessity, he thought.

"Remember, Giorno Giovanna," said Haruno. His voice was clear and resolute. "You exist as you are not because of powerful people, but because of the compassion of a quiet child."

"You... you deserved to rest," muttered Giorno after a while. "There’s no use lingering in the past."

The past.

For some reason it felt like the memories of someone else, and Giorno was only here presently to carry them on. The memories of someone familiar, but distant and gone.

"Lingering in the past isn't your problem," said Haruno softly. "But having not the time to grieve, is."

And when Giorno woke up later that night, he watched in the darkness as double vision of his shaking hand became one.

#this has been sitting in my phone for a while i guess i have a lot of thoughts that i dunno how to talk about kinda #nothing resolved or concrete just snippets #jjba #golden wind #giorno giovanna #not art #vento aureo #haruno shiobana #jojo's bizzare adventure #cw mentions of abuse #c6 ramble #jojo thoughts

[aeide-thea]

thinking abt like. if you introduce someone to something you're into and they're like, wow, that's so awesome, you're probably tickled that they dig it and are seemingly a kindred spirit at least that far; if you then introduce them to another thing you're into and they're again like, wow, that's so awesome, you're probably still pleased but also perhaps guiltily wondering whether they know any other adjectives; and if you introduce them to a third thing and yet again they're like, wow, that's so awesome, you're probably asking yourself, was any of that affirmation actually real or is this person just so reflexively accommodating that they've been turning off whatever independent critical faculties they possess in order to play a better yes-man???

(for values of 'you' that primarily mean 'me' obviously)

#just thinking a lot this week abt like. on the one hand i SO deeply need people to be kind and exhibit a readiness to be pleased #and i'm so relieved and grateful when i encounter that energy #but like. on the other hand i need to feel like i actually meet your standards‚ not like you don't HAVE any? #like. if a golden retriever wants to be pals it means nothing. if a cat wants to be pals it means everything #and like. if we're being honest i'm very very very picky abt. everything. i was going to specify areas but. it's all of them. #i just try not to actively be a dick abt it to anyone's face bc i think that's really important #(and like. i did a slightly less good job of hiding that in certain ways this week than i probably endorse so i'm thinking abt that) #(like i think the problem is that it always feels v important to be clear abt my tastes/Who I Am bc i want to be Understood) #(but like. sometimes ppl just aren't the sort of people who are going to Understand me and i need to get better abt cutting bait) #(and prioritizing courtesy abt their tastes over clarity abt mine in those cases) #idk. have very extremely not resolved the tension between my various values here #basically like goldilocks i need everything to be juuuuuust right which like. perfect IS the enemy of good and i know it!! #but at the same time like. it IS better to be alone than to be with people who chafe you raw. #but maybe eventually if you let them sand you into a new shape it'll be good? but. feels bad to be sanded. #anyway. strongly suspect this is not actually a coherent post i'm very sleepytired #this week was really really challenging and left me with a lot of food for thought. also some pie

[ammonitetestpatterns]

released on bi-joopiter in 1994.

#the big paintings #audio #and a little time shines on you #draws out long tears at the crest of its jubilation #the exalting and tolerant tone as impenetrable in irony as the sunglare haze tearing trees amid the thick of late summer golden hours #light resolving the sublunary distinction to perfect one's grade of spiritualization #the miraculous chance of mundane generativity charged with the imprint of knowledge #the mother's voice at the beginning of poetry is no match for the parry of the angel and the queen

[dimension-20-every-introduction]

Everyone Introduced in Dimension 20′s Neverafter episode 15

#dimension 20 spoilers #dimension 20 #d20 introductions #neverafter #neverafter spoilers #and that's the last of em! level 6 huh....... wishing them all the best #also DAMN i hope the things with elody get resolved later that broke my heart :( #and OOOOOH THE GOLDEN GOOSE........????? #Very stoked for the next episode..... #thanks for being so patient with me!

[empathyisagiftandacurse]

Continued from here @sunshine-and-ladybugs

“Aside from the fright of seeing you lose consciousness and struggling to reach you before I passed out, that was a relatively mild attack.” Lexi shrugged. “No less terrifying if I think about it too much, but… At least we’re not any worse off from it, as far as I can tell…”

She smiled. “It’s probably the most apt term for me, since I did start out studying botany and its medicinal uses before I joined the Foundation.

“Yes, I am happy. Oh I didn’t mean the basement is a bad place to work! It’s fully furnished, and no different from the rest of the building. But yes. The people at the Foundation are wonderful.”

She paused and read Giorno’s expression and emotions, thinking through her next words.

“Joseph Joestar. His stand can manifest photographs. This photo was taken by his stand when he and his grandson began searching for the cause of his daughter’s sudden illness.

“She had stand fever, even though she was never in danger or in a situation that would awaken a stand. Her stand started strangling her, around her organs and spine and crushing her. She lost consciousness, became feverish and weak, like she had a bad cold, and was unable to fight its effects…”

Lexi paused again. She could tell that meant something to Giorno but she did not press for information.

“Every Joestar had stands awaken in them around the same time. The cause…is very strange, but somehow this body…”

She pointed to the shadowy man’s birthmark. “-When its stand awoke, everyone connected to the body’s bloodline was affected. And He had a stand that could sense the Joestars; even those living all the way in Japan. He hired a team of assassins and sent them out to stop the Joestar party from finding him while he was in Egypt.

“He… Had a way to sense other people with the potential of developing stands, even dormant ones. When I found his manor, he sensed me and came out to question me. He kept crowding me, trying to persuade me to be his friend. I could see the energy from his stand and his emotional aura. I was terrified…” She swallowed thickly. “But every time I tried to run, he was there. Right beside me. I could not get away p. His falcon attacked me, and he used that as an excuse to escort me inside and treat my wound… And that was my last contact with the outside world for months…”

Lexi hugged herself and stayed quiet for a while before tentatively resuming her story.

“Dio kept trying to awaken a stand from me. He poked me with a strange arrow. He had one of his Allies point a gun at me, while he wondered out loud if it was worth the risk of killing me to awaken a stand, or keep me around as I was… I was useless to him. But he was intrigued by my ability to see stand auras and he wished for information about the Speedwagon Foundation, my family, the Joestars… everything… So he let me live as an unwilling guest in his manor.

“Most of the women he saw were not that fortunate… I…” She swallowed thickly and shuddered. “I saw their bodies, drained of blood. Just like the ones in the Canary Islands… He had a pile of coins and riches, and he let the corpses rot on it until his servants removed the bodies…”

“Because I took a call meant for my father, I ended up temporarily agreeing to work for the Speedwagon Foundation. I went to Cairo to search for signs of several missing Foundation agents and other missing persons. Every time they got close to finding Dio’s hideout, the agents disappeared. I knew I did not need to get close to it to find their auras, so I wanted to try to help find them. They warned me not to go to where their agents last reported their locations, but since my family was already trying to help them take care of Mrs. Joestar, I knew why the Joestars were hunting Dio. It was the only thing I did know for certain. I feared a war between stands would break out, with mass casualties. I knew Dio would not care how many people died for him.

“I begged Dio to help me research ways to stop stand fever, hoping for a peaceful solution…But… he was determined to kill all of them, including his minions who deflected to the Joestars’ side. He kept twisting my words, trying to make me question everything about myself and my beliefs. He only asked to be friends, yet… somehow… Accepting seemed too dangerous to risk it.

“He believed…the body he had stolen was fighting him, and keeping him vulnerable. He thought he would be invincible once he drank Joestar blood. It didn’t work. They defeated him, and the body turned to ash… Although all of them were wounded and several of their friends died in the battle. There were casualties throughout Cairo, too… The cause was hidden in the news but these articles cover it.”

She showed some newspaper clippings in the slideshow on her computer as proof. She paused again, unsure if she should continue her story.

Lexi swallowed. “This is where things become very strange…”

Like they weren’t already?

“…You see…that Star birthmark is a mutation passed down by the Joestar family.” She showed some pictures of various shoulders sporting various sizes of purplish Star birthmarks.

“Dio…was not a Joestar… He was a vampire… The same one who killed Joseph Joestar’s great grandfather in that ship explosion I showed you, in 1889…”

She waited a moment as she gradually added on more bad news.

“Dio was the monster in the coffin that Lady Erina had sunk to the bottom of the sea.”

She showed more pictures on the laptop now, of Dio posing in the shadows. One photo was digitally colored to reveal his face and hair color, and cruel smirk.

“Dio is the one who went on a murder spree and collected Stand Users around the world… And Dio… Sired some children… With his decapitated head attached to the body of Jonathan Joestar…”

Lexi stared down at her plate, unable to make herself look at Giorno right now. She could feel his emotions and knew it was an incredibly difficult story to process.

#long post #tw Dio disaster from Star Dust Crusaders spoilers and death mention #sunshine_and_ladybugs #Lexi Calandrina rp #golden resolve #verse: moving forward #poor Giorno got whiplash from this post

[ratherbeabrcharacter]

Ninjago missing 1st season - Am I going crazy?

I started watching Ninjago when I was a wee baby kid, but after rewatching it on Netflix I realized the actually 1st season was missing. I might be talking nonsense, but I vividly remember the ninja had a whole thing of getting all the golden weapons and stuff, but I can't find it anywhere except in suuper short clips on YouTube. Does anyone know why this happened?

#ninjago #my post #golden weapons #ninjago season 1 #text #resolved

[fellstcr]

@sxnburst​ / plotted stuff!!

⚔️ //  byleth’s  nights  had  grown  LONG  and  RESTLESS.  countless  hounding  thoughts  kept  her  awake  well  past  her  mind’s  ability  to  comprehend  coherent  even  the  most  simple  of  notions.  and  so  ,  come  that  morning  ,  byleth  had  concocted  for  herself  a  plan.  a  simple  one  ,  but  a  plan  that  might  remedy  the  heavy  burden  that  weighed  down  her  chest  nonetheless.  with  PURPOSE  ,   she  had  traversed  to  the  golden  ward  and  navigated  her  way  through  the  residential  area.  it  had  been  DAUNTING  ,  as  always.  for  the  ward  was  nothing  like  the  semi-familiar  rustic  nature  of  cotes  ,  but  she  managed.  there  was  a  friend  byleth  wanted  to  see.  -  and  she  had  resolved  from  the  moment  they  had  met  she  would  take  care  to  CHECK  IN  on  him  when  time  allowed.

           only  now  she  had  a  SEPARATE  PURPOSE.  one  she  hoped  would  not  come  across  too  forward.  or  ,  worse  ,  be  entirely  unwelcome.  but  those  were  anxieties  that  would  simply  have  to  WAIT.  her  feet  had  stilled  before  APARTMENT  323  with  a  resounding  ,  solid  CLICK.   her  knuckles  had  rapped  SWIFTLY  across  the  door  ,  then  paled  to  ashen  white  around  the  strap  of  her  messenger  bag. 

           her  iron  grip  only  loosened  when  the  door  finally  OPENED  ,  and  she  was  met  with  a  familiar  young  man’s  striking  golden  eyes.  mustering  her  COURAGE  ,  she  managed  a  small  smile.  then  ,  a  wave.

          “sun,”  she  greeted,  “i  hope  i’m  not  DISTURBING  you.”  beat.  oh.  well.  perhaps -  what  if  she  WAS?  it  was  early  in  the  day  yet.   “ah.  forgive  me.  i-  i  should  have  sent  a  letter  ahead.  but  i  wanted-”  to  see  you-  “to  see  how  you  were  doing.  so  here  i  am.”

#sxnburst #sxnburst / o2 #⚔️ ic. / crest of flames. #⚔️ thread. / closed. #(//SLAMS HANDS) #(BABIES BABIES BABIES BABIES) #(also yes. yes she did walk all the way from cotes to golden JUST to say hi) #(he's her friend now and she would walk a THOUSAND MILES to see him >^<) #(nothing will shake her resolve !!) #(except for weird social situations lol she's hopeless)

[west-tokyo-incidents]

The sting of medicine on his face, the echoing memories in his head, the little ant that sitters across the asphalt next to Paresse’s knee.

The gentle touch of thin hands wrapping his face where Vice had gored it open.

Nothing could distract Yamato from the thoughts running in screaming circles in his head. His hair, a mess behind him in a pony tail, is lifted away as Paresse circles it around behind his head.

The sloth douji is quiet. It's odd, honestly. Usually he's chastising or even making fun of whoever he's taking care of.

Not now. He's silent. Is he thinking, too?

He looks up, and meets their medic's eyes.

"Am I doing the right thing?"

A laugh breaks out of Paresse and the robot looks away. A dry, almost sarcastic laugh that fades off, "Do you know the irony of what you're doing right now? Asking an evil douji if you're doing the right thing?"

Yamato flinches and looks down at his feet, "Right. Sorry. I just..." He trails off. He just what? He just has memories of Vice slaughtering people he'd called family. Of causing the death of his wife. He's only 16, but he suddenly feels like he's lived two lifetimes. This plan he has... of over throwing Dunstan, of freeing his best friend and all the others from Dunstan's fucked up definition of evil... a definition of evil so shallow and selfish to damn people like Mizho, who had taught him how to survive where no body should have to survive, like Fusataro, who was hurt so badly and is now called evil for being rightfully angry at being hurt, like Hana, who's committed no crime other than the hunger of a young orphan, like Sumako, who just wants to be loved...

His brow furrows.

Is controlling Vice really the solution? Using evil for good... or was Vice right? Would it all fall apart because he can't fuel Vice with evil? Would he hesitate in a fight to use Vice to his full potential? To learn all the noh to properly defeat Dunstan head to head?

A bandaged hand cups his face, "Look..."

Yamato is brought out of his mind and back to the present, looking back up at Paresse.

"I don't know if it's right, that's not my specialty. But I do know two things; one, you've given Mizho something even Michel never had, hope for a way out. And two, you've given me the chance to see myself as more than just a tool or a robot." Paresse drops his hand and leans back, blinking slowly. Then he shrugs, "That's all I know. Whether it's right or not... I guess we'll find out."

Yamato doesn't realize he's started to tear up until he grins at the robot and one falls from each eye. He suddenly wraps his arms around Paresse and hugs him tight. Paresse just sits there, unsure what the hell he did to deserve this. Then Yamato suddenly releases him.

"Sorry!! Sorry, boundaries, I should have asked..." He scratches the back of his head, "But I just got overwhelmed! It means a lot to hear that." He looks down at his forearm, then huffs through his nose with determination. He gets up suddenly and storms away with that stride in his step.

He misses the little laugh Paresse gives as he shakes his head and starts putting away his supplies, and he misses the little bit of color that had come to Paresse’s face.

"What an idiot..."

#listen paresse deserves a golden retriever bf in at least ONE timeline #even tho uuuuh #its gonna be one-sided for a very long time #yamato has a love triangle to resolve first #but we'll get there #right now Paresse is just in the 'why do i care about what happens to this idiot' phase #switched places au

[the-overanalyzer]

I love two things in this world: Two-bite brownies, and making charts.

Not pictured: Nepheli’s adopted father Gideon Ofnir, Godefroy the Grafted and the mausoleum demigods, Millicent’s sisters and adoptive father Sage Gowry, Zorayas’ presumed mother Daedicar, and Melina.

#elden ring #oh god that's too many characters to tag #golden lineage #carian royals #marika the eternal #god this whole game really is just you singlehandedly resolving the world's most destructive family breakdown #and when i say 'resolving' i mean 'by killing most of them'