#HOLY FRIGGIN HECK

[skyloftian-nutcase]

*sneaks in,

Gives you this*

*runs away*

WKQIWGEOFFHDKAOQHDLFISHALAHQFKCU

I—YOU—

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

Dude you went SO HARD on this like I—THIS IS AMAZING????? I WILL BE THINKING ABOUT THIS ALL WEEK

#you ask skye answers #and screams incoherently #lovely l3ominor #HOLY FRIGGIN HECK #Hero of Shadow #HE LOOKS SO GOOD 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ #I DO NOT HAVE WORDS I’M???? #EEEEEEEE #fan art for my fics #*DECEASED* #I love him so much oh my gosh #AND THE MALICE????? #AND HIS ROBE????? #*screaming*

[pippipdiddlydoodles]

MARICHAT IS CANON MARICHAT IS CANON MARICHAT IS CANON MARICHAT IS CANON MARICHAT IS CANON MARICHAT IS CANON MARICHAT IS CANON MARICHAT IS CANON MARICHAT IS CANON MARICHAT IS CANON MARICHAT IS CANON MARICHAT IS CANON MARICHAT IS CANON MARICHAT IS CANON MARICHAT IS CANON

#KADSKLSGKJLF #DKJWSDALJS #I ACTUALLY #NEVERRRR!!!!!! #THOUGHT THIS WOULD HAPPEN IN ALL OF THE EVER #THERE IS NO WAY YOU COULD HAVE TOLD ME DURING S3 THAT MARICHAT WOULD BE THE FIRST SIDE TO BE CANON #THE FIRST SIDE OF THE LOVESQUARE TO HAVE A LEGITIMATE VERIFIED KISS #HOLY FRIGGIN MOLY #THEY'RE ACTUALLY GENUINELY IN LVOE W EACH OTHRE ??!?!?!? #THIS EPISIODE STOLE MY KNEECAPS #ml spoilers #ml season 5 #exaltation #elation #(what the heck why are there two titles. i thought roaar was the kwami of exaltation) #exaltation spoilers #elation spoilers #this episodde is making me feel unwell #yelling barfing sobbing wetting my pants etc #if i get hit by a bus tomorrow i will have died happy #I REALLY THOUGHT THOMAS ASTRUCK HATED MARICHAT AND WOULD NEVER GIVE US ANYTHING MROE MARICHAT THAN GLACIATOR 2 #EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU 2 THE WRITERS !!!!!!

[sarahowritesostucky]

Tips for coping with depression

As someone who struggles deeply with depression, I thought I'd post these very simple but very crucial tips for overcoming a low time

FIRST AND FOREMOST, IF YOU ARE UNHAPPY ENOUGH THAT IT'S AFFECTING THE WAY YOU ENJOY LIFE, YOU'RE UNHAPPY ENOUGH TO SEEK OUT THERAPY AND POSSIBLY MEDICATION. My depression doesn't usually manifest as sadness. It manifests as exhaustion, lack of drive, and tanking self-care. So it took me a long time to realize that it "counted" as depression. If you don't have insurance, look up a therapist who is willing to do a payment plan and to see you only a couple times a year, maybe just via tele appointment. They might be able to prescribe you medications if that's what you need. I was VERY hesitant to start meds, but I tried low doses of two meds and they rapidly turned my life around.

But in addition, here are my personal recommendations:

BRUSH YOUR TEETH. Always do this first. I don't know what the heck it is about depression that makes brushing your teeth so damn hard, but it's a thing, and you'll feel better if you do this first.

START WITH A SHOWER. Once you finally manage to force yourself out of bed, please for all that is holy, just get a shower. I prefer baths, but I've heard from others that the shower part is crucial to them. Get a shower and stay in there as long as you friggin' want or can. Get some tingly mint shampoo. Get a tingly face wash. That shit is invigorating. I actually keep my toothbrush and toothpaste in the shower and brush at the end of my bath (whatever I'm depressed and weird)

GO OUTSIDE. Even if it's just opening a window or standing on your apartment's balcony for a bit. Go outside and see the earth. Go for a walk.

GET SUNLIT. get assessed for vitamin D--you probably need supplements. Purchas an indoor SAD sun lamp; you can get them pretty cheap on Amazon and just 30 mins a day with that thing makes a difference!

SUPPLEMENTS. Important and useful ones I like are Vitamin D, Ashwaganda, CBD oil, Kratom (approach with care if you have addiction issues). And take a friggin' multivitamin--you're a grownup.

ALWAYS DO SOMETHING KIND FOR YOURSELF. do something small, simple, and kind for yourself, for no reason other than it's a simple pleasure. Eat one of those tiny half cup portions of ice cream they have at the grocery store, put vetiver oil in your bath, get the overpriced drink at Starbucks you always tell yourslef you shouldn't waste money on, light a candle or get one of those misting waterfall thingies and plug it in. Watch some cat videos, do a coloring book, bake a batch of muffins. Whatever feels nice to you.

LISTEN TO HAPPY MUSIC. I'm a big fan of angsty, dark rock and alternative music, but I force myself to avoid it when I'm having a hard time mentally. Instead I listen to upbeat gym music or pop, music that sound how I wish I felt.

CLEAN YOUR SPACE. If you're my kind of mentally ill, your living space sometimes can get pretty bad. There can be are piles. Put on some of the aforementioned music and get going, one item at a time, you can always take a break or stop whenever you want.

GO TO THE GYM. People who've never really worked out don't seem to believe us gym rats, but it's true: regular exercise can help almost as much as (or more than) antidepressants!

DRINK LOTS OF WATER AND EAT WELL. I used to be a diet soda addict, okay? But water is what our bodies thrive on, and you'll be amazed at how much more awake a simple chug of water can make you feel.

CALL A HELPLINE. If you need to talk, call a helpline. It's so easy. You don't have to be in crisis mode or at the end of your rope to call, and unless you're on the phone actively threatening immediate harm to yourself, they aren't going to do anything but give you a kind ear. I volunteer at one of these helplines, which strangely also really helps with depression.

BE KIND! To yourself and others. It's free to do and worth its weight in gold to the people on the receiving end. As Ru Paul likes to say: "Kindness is the highest form of intellect."

#depression #mental health #be kind #choose kindness #choose happiness #helping hand #seasonal affective disorder #seasonal depressive disorder

[rosecarnivale]

Holy hecking CANNOLI, paisanos! It’s me! a person you’ve never friggin’ heard about!

I plan to start using this hollow landscape of a blog soon, it’ll mostly be dedicated to posting my art >:)

I have a bunch of doodles and stuff to share, but i’ll try to start making newer stuff to post! this space will be mostly dedicated to size difference and wholesome giant/tiny content, such as the example i will show below, though I will not shy away from posting other things I enjoy, maybe even snippets of plans or ideas! could be fun… without further ado, the piece i’ve decided to kick this blog off with! 💜

This is a drawing of me and my ultimate bestest ever bestie, an artner like no other, one of the most important people in my life! our ideas tend to come almost symbiotically, she’s the big thinker/writer, I am illustrator/idea-giver

Together! we are the ultimate brainstormers!!! and talented tinies like this can be hard to find… satyrites like @biscuit-rambling must recieve proper care and pamperings! it’s the best way to recharge their battery and keep them happy, but listening to their giant’s heartbeat speeds up the process ten-fold! ^v^ <3

#wholesome #giant/tiny #digital art #digital drawing #sketch #sfw #gt community #g/t art #g/t drawing #sfw giant/tiny #best friends #i love her

[pedrito-friskito]

uh

holy friggin heck

I'm??? so????? y'all I don't have words

I always say the same shit about remembering my old tumblr days and how all we care about were notes and followers and how things have changed and things HAVE changed but still, seeing big numbers like this, I'm like me???? little old me??? you want to read the things I write??? ME????? shook. forever shook.

forever shook, forever grateful, forever happy as a friggin clam that I got pulled back onto this hellsite

I'd tag mutuals but there's so many of you??? I cannot fathom the friendships I have made here

I'll shut up now, I love you all, hope you're having wonderful weekends xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxo all my love forever and ever xoxoxoxo

#kay talks to people #SHOOK TO MY CORE I SAY

[jeany545]

Shaded Colored Sketch for Sykes

This came out so friggin rad, I loved mashing up this design but holy heck that outfit was complicated too. I love how the shading made the metallic textures pop

I'm so happy they were so patient, this took way longer than it should have xAx

#zonai #zelda totk #sykes #furry art #furry #art #jeany545 art

[pitayas-plushies]

Day 295 !!!!!

hello friends !!!! holy heck guys im a friggin billionare can you believe it ??!!

38 days left !!

#capybara #love this animal #the carbonara #cute #capybaras #carpincho #capybarablr #ok i pull up #plushies #capybara plushie #capybara plush #photo project #february #day 295 #my posts

[flowerandthesongstress]

Recently someone told me that it must be ‘so hard [writing stories in a secondary language]’ and I burst into tears. Of gratitude. 

Not that I don’t value compliments and assurances, but sometimes all I want is for someone to understand and acknowledge how hard it is. 

I write with several dictionaries open. More often than not, I ponder over short phrases for hours not because I don’t know how to express a thing, but because I don’t know how to translate a thing. It’s there, in my head, expressed and formed, and yet I struggle to write it down. I know thousands of idioms and proverbs, they’re always at the ready, but there’s a stretch of time between remembering one and actually using it; time spent on forums, reading up, asking, in order to make sure that there’s a corresponding one in English that does not have any other nuances or hidden meanings. I hear that something is a dead metaphor in English — yet it’s a combination of new and exciting words to me. Oops. I like a word and start using it extensively — then accidentally learn that it’s a no-no or, for instance, a filler word. Oops! I had been writing for years before switching languages, I had a style already formed and cemented. I had the cultural context and an audience. Favorite expressions, jokes, mannerisms, etc. And then ... Then I had to start all over. Items gone, levels gone; look at this dork in the starting zone, with a wooden sword and a flimsy chain shirt pulled off a dead paladin, and being pummeled by a kobold. 

Paired with my brokey brain (who the heck promoted dysfunction to executive?!) it’s hard. Aside from a few initial lessons, I had no teachers but the internet. 

I often see praises directed at people who do this, praises in the vein of ‘whenever I see a fanfic preceded by words ‘sorry not my native language’ I know that it’s gonna be superb’. Again, it’s not that there’s anything wrong with compliments, it’s just— I always feel an urge to inquire of the native speaker who offers this compliment: you do understand why, though, right? And why they’re apologizing, why that faux-warning is there? Because of perpetual doubt; it’s nearly impossible to assess yourself in a secondary language. Because of fear and shame; ‘they will notice each bump, and I notice none’ and ‘they all probably speak it so much better than I do’. And because of perfectionism; brought on, in part and sometimes subconsciously, by what could be called the immigrant effect — ‘my otherness means that I have to work twice as hard’. Compliments are awesome. Assuring a person that they have nothing to be worried about? Awesome. 

Saying ‘holy forking shirtballs, that must be hard as heck’, though? God tier validation. Makes a person feel so heard and seen.

Of course I’m not complaining; it was my own choice. Moreover, choosing English over a ‘native’ 🤮 language that was forcibly imposed on me and has nothing to do with my ethnicity, culture, and upbringing, was an act of defiance on my part. Whatever anyone would say, however anyone would mock me for ‘trading an imperialist for an imperialist’ (not my words), I’m proud of myself for doing this. It’s like healing from an abusive relationship, step by tiny step (but healing is hard). I will always choose to see the positive side of English, to only perceive it as a unifying factor that brings people together. What Esperanto should have been. Kaj jes, jes, kompreneble I would have wanted Esperanto to win instead 😁but the world doesn’t work like that, alas. 

Either way, no, please don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining. Just saying that it’s really really friggin’ hard, and it’s very very very nice to have the hard acknowledged. 

And hey, you. Yes, you, the person writing in a secondary language. I understand how you feel. I know how hard it is. I understand your fear and pain and doubt. You’re awesome and you’re a fighter. 

#to be fair Dan Harmon was my main tutor #so he counts as a separate teacher #immigration adjacent

[ursaribbon]

actually, i DID do something productive for my own versatility as a human being

since i was so sleep deprived today i just kinda huddled in a corner and put my head down for a bit and then i still couldn't fall asleep

so i decided while i had some extra time i would finally watch ratatouille, which i've somehow never seen despite hearing about it on the internet every now and then and being a disny kid at heart

i was talking with my brother about it a while later and he said he's already seen it at least twice even though he's younger than me which is like?? then how the heck did i avoid it all this time

and then i was talking about it at dinner and my dad was like "i think we all saw it as a family once" and my mom was like "and i think we saw it when they were doing those free kids movie screenings at the theater that one summer" and i was like "no bc i literally didn't know ratatouille was the name of a dish they serve in the movie until a few days ago and i had no idea what the plot was at all before i saw it today"

and then also my dad mentioned that he heard they were making a sequel to turning red (i looked it up and apparently it was just a rumor) and my brother said he didn't like turning red and i was like why and he was like "bc they never told her about the panda curse and blah blah blah something about the pacing of the movie that wasn't even how it happened and didn't make sense as an argument" and i was sitting there like "BRUH IT'S A METAPHOR FOR HOW PEOPLE WITH UTERUSES ARE MADE TO FEEL ASHAMED ABOUT THEIR PERIODS AND ALSO WTF ARE U TALKING ABOUT" and then my dad was like "i actually really liked it" which kinda surprised me but like go off king

so anyway back to ratatouille so uh it's one of my favorite disney movies now. i saw john lasseter and brad bird in the credits and i was like ofc it was them lol

bc like. it's so disney but it's also so unique and poetic and my mom texted me during like the last 5 minutes during ego's final review and i was just. frozen. could barely peel my eyes away for more than 2 seconds to respond. i already liked the movie, the suspense was perfect and it wasn't too suspensey in an annoying way because it was like they were always solving suspense while new suspense was being introduced. like it was more of an underlying thing that you can still enjoy the movie while it happens but you still kinda wonder what's gonna happen with some stuff

like. ego's review was really the moment where it all came together. it was like time stopped and all the themes of the movie came together in a cohesive whole like the cheese and the strawberry or whatever and it was just friggin pristine

come oN MAN I JUST WANNA MAKE SOMETHING LIKE THAT WHERE PEOPLE FEEL LIKE TIME STOPS AND I WANNA SEE IT COME TOGETHER I WOULD LITERALLY GIVE UP BEING ABLE TO WATCH ANYTHING SPOILER-FREE EVER AGAIN IF IT MEANT I COULD HEAR EVERY STROKE OF THE PEN ON THE STORYBOARD AND ok i'll be normal for now bc like the feelings are accurate but i cannot build comprehensible sentences anymore i need sleep holy sh

#ursa.txt #ursa.talkwriting #ratatouille #disney #pixar #john lasseter #brad bird

[officialelliottprescott]

ELLIE HOLY FUCK FRISK BASICALLY EXPLICITLY TOLD YOU THEY ARE NOT A GIRL STOP BEING SO FRIGGIN D E N S E YOU ARE SO FAR IN THE CLOSET YOU CANT EVEN SEE THE HECKING D O O R

I-I AM NOT!!!

[YEs good tease the child]

#as elliott #non canon

[shslpunkartist]

Hi there! New fan here! So I've seen you back during early FNF days but never paid much attention to anything outside my private circle of friends. I regret this. I regret this so much. Why? Because just the other day a friend and fellow fan (who unlike me has been a fan since early FNF days) finally convinced me to give your works a try after a month of them rambling about your works and cast. They suggested your MFD series since that one is their favorite out of your works and also the one that is more or less still the same aside from a few minor details that, to quote friend, "you wouldn't even know these bits have been retconned unless you been following Punk's social medias".

Anyway gave the story a read and holy fiddlesticks how the heck did I not read your works sooner?? It was an enjoyable read, and I'll regret not giving it a read sooner.

Just started reading the sequel story to your first MFD story and goddammit I'm so glad I'm in the privacy of my own room right now because this one bit here made me crackle silly.

"Online sites are all about voodoo shit and churches and.. Friggin’ weird porno stuff! Not even the GOOD stuff! You guys make a waaaay better porno.” Keith was too depressed to notice Amelia’s face turning red, nor Pico spitting out the slightly pink milk.

Keith is such a gem and Pico and Amelia are so fortunate to have him.

Oh and one last thing before I resume my reading but a friend - the same one who introduced me to your works actually - decided to troll me by sending me a "spoiler" for a future chapter. By that, I mean they send me that one artwork of the what-if scenario of the MFD verse Zardy meeting Otis you made awhile back as well as giving a follow-up of "oh and btw there isn't artwork for this bit yet but Punk said Zardy later paid Heaven a visit and accidentally gave poor Babi a massive spook". I actually believed them at first but then found out a few minutes ago from another friend that one) they were trolling and two) the artwork of MFD Zardy's and Otis's meeting was only a what-if scenario and not canon sadly. They had informed me the bit with Zardy giving Heaven a little uninvited visit and, to quote friend, "making all the folks there shit their pants" will be a thing but it won't happen until after the story.

SPEAKING OF ZARDY, CAN I JUST SAY THAT I FIND IT HILARIOUS THAT ZARDY IS CANONICALLY CONSIDERED A MYTH WITHIN THE MFD SERIES? THE FACT THAT YOU CONFIRMED THAT OTIS AND PICO ARE AMONG THE ONES WHO BELIEVED HIM TO NOT BE REAL MAKES THIS EVEN FUNNIER AND ALMOST WISH THAT WHAT-IF SCENARIO WAS CANON IF ONLY FOR OTIS'S REACTION TO REALIZING THE MYTHICAL OVERLORD DEMON HE HAS HEARD ABOUT ALL HIS LIFE GROWING - A BEING HE THOUGHT NOTHING MORE THAN SOME BOOGEYMAN STORY TO SCARE YOUNG ANGELS INTO BEING GOOD - WAS NOT ONLY REAL BUT ALSO FRIENDS WITH ONE OF THE DEMONS HE KIDNAPPED.

I'M GLAD IT'S NOT CANON BECAUSE POOR OTIS BUT DAMN I'D STILL ALMOST WISH IT WAS CANON BECAUSE I WOULD SO LOVE TO READ HOW THAT SCENARIO WOULD'VE GONE DOWN. ESPECIALLY PICO'S REACTION. GOD THAT WOULD BE SO FUNNY YET TERRIFYING. FUNNY FOR ME, TERRIFYING FOR PICO I MEAN. LIKE WOW, THIS MISSION REALLY WENT FROM 'RESCUING KEITH AND AMELIA AND TRYING TO GET ANSWERS OUTTA OTIS' TO 'TRYING TO SAVE OTIS FROM A BEING HE THOUGHT WAS NOTHING MORE THAN SOME MADE-UP BOOGEYMAN FIGURE USED TO SCARE LITTLE ANGELS INTO BEING GOOD'. THANK GOD THIS SCENARIO AIN'T CANON CUZ POOR PICO DIDN'T NEED THE EXTRA HEART ATTACK HERE LMAO.

AJDLFLAJSLQ

I TOOK TOO LONG ANSWER THIS I'M SORRYYY

I'm so happy you're enjoying the series! I definitely have to get back into updating it (progress has been slow cuz brain friggin sucks at focusing)

The sequel is gonna be really good, I'm trying to work on my focus on it better. But I'm still really happy you're enjoying it!☆

[awkward-lion]

Tagging Game

Rules: answer 21 Qs and tag 21 people

Tagged by: @sadskeletonscientist

Nicknames: Lion

Height: 5 something

Following: 374

Do I get asks: sometimes not a lot, but I love getting them!

Last movie I saw: Spiderman into the Spiderverse

Last thing I googled: the other day (don't ask the context isn’t very interesting)

Favorite musician: AJR and Fall out Boy

Song stuck in my head: Genghis Khan by Miike Snow

Other blogs: @prin-konfanblog​ (a fan blog for an artist but its p inactive)

Amount of 💤: Shoot uhh, 10 hours I think

Lucky #: 69

Whatchya wearing: rick and morty t-shirt, basketball shorts and socks

Dream job: Animator

Dream trip: Japan probably

Play an instrument: I have a guitar next to my bed but I'm too lazy to learn to play it lmao

Favorite food: SUSHI!!

Languages: English but I also know some sign language

Favorite songs: Wilson (Expensive mistakes) by Fall out Boy and Sunflower by Post Malone

Random fact: I almost never wear matching socks (I'm lazy)

Describe self with aesthetics: google ‘gay aesthetic’ and that should sum it up

@macithemahsee @hadesaedes @your-local-cryptic @marble-soda-floof @cyrusiceut @xmilkydreamx @xarrior @i-dont-sell-urls @fuckin-cryptid-binch @xrad1cal @thesinbintrashbin @lazyartistdalek @carlosnoodledraws @computerglitch8 @aurazzy @suchamazingness @megalomaniac242 @878-sparksofmagic @kaz3313 @kitty-cat-kate @undertale-rulez

#21 is a much bigger number when you have to tag 21 FRIGGIN PEOPLE #holy heck it took way long than it probably should ahve #have #text post #lion says shit

[rosebete]

Gift Exchange Fic

Happy Holidays! Hope you enjoy this, it’s been great getting to know you the past few weeks :D

Hooked on All These Feelings

  The snow fell, silently, onto the grounds outside the library window. Belle hadn’t yet noticed the change in weather, as she was currently reading one of the few mystery novels at the castle she hadn’t yet read, and was getting caught up in the unravelling investigation. While admittedly slow in the setup of the mystery, the novel was swiftly growing denser and denser with each revelation. She was sat on a window seat, one leg curled beneath her, the other dangling over the edge towards the floor. The curve of her skirt – a light green that brought out the same colour in her eyes – was deep enough to cover most of her lower body in its volumes of fabric, but it was not quite long enough, given her current position, to cover the good inch of her stockinged calf that showed between her skirt hem and her boot.

  The boot wasn’t hers – none of the clothes she was currently wearing belonged to her, as a matter of fact. She had arrived at the castle still in summer shoes and a light dress, to match the light, breezy October day. When November breezes had blustered across the countryside and begun to chill the castle, both the Beast and her servants had insisted that Belle wear some of the clothes in the wardrobes, since they were actually made with winter in mind. She had agreed, probably more out of her own discomfort than because the Beast had asked her to. They were still wary of each other then, unsure where either stood. The Beast flattered herself that they were closer now. It might have been because of Belle’s sweet smile, or the way she could laugh at the Beast, or crack jokes. Or it might have been because seeing a beautiful woman wearing the Beast’s old clothes, and looking far more comfortable in them than she ever had, did something complicated and strange to her heart.

  Belle’s foot swung idly back and forth, in time to the rhythm of some song that only she could hear. The Beast watched her out the corner of one eye. The eyelets caught the light as her foot moved, glinting copper. The same copper could be seen in Belle’s hair, thick and resplendent over her shoulders. The Beast could count the number of times Belle had worn her hair loose on one hand. The first had been the night she ran into the woods, and the Beast had run to save her.

  (She can still remember it now, over a year since the transformation, although she doesn’t like to. The loss of her temper, and the look of terror on Belle’s face. How Belle ran out of the castle as quickly as she could, reneging on her promise – and who could blame her? A guilt-ridden check of the mirror, which revealed the wolves, which resulted in her following Belle to the forest before she consciously chose to. She can still see the scars on her forearm that the wolf-fight left, no longer raised and pink, but there nevertheless. She can still remember the split-second before the wolves noticed her presence, and one was inches away from Belle’s face. She doesn’t remember fainting from shock, or the half-conscious state in which Belle eased her onto Phillippe and took her back home. But she remembers waking up in her armchair before the fire, and seeing Belle, her hair loose around her shoulders, worn out and worried, but there, for better or worse.)

  The second time had been a week ago at some point during the night, when both of them had come to the library for some comfort-reading. Belle had been in her shift, dark circles under her eyes and hair half-falling out of the plait she had braided it into for sleep. It had taken her a moment to realise that the Beast was there, and she had jumped at the sight of her.

  “Oh, I’m sorry!” she’d said. “I didn’t realise anyone was awake.”

  “I come here sometimes, when I have trouble sleeping,” the Beast had responded by way of explanation. “Books are a comfort, aren’t they?”

  “Yes,” Belle had smiled. “I never felt quite as alone, growing up, as long as I something to read. Whenever I had a nightmare, or trouble sleeping, I’d open my curtains and read by the lamplight – or the moonlight, once we moved to the country.”

  “You didn’t always live in Molyneaux?” The Beast had sat at that point, realising that the conversation would not be their typical short exchange.

  “No,” Belle said. “My parents and I used to live in Paris, many years ago. But there was a plague scare, when I was around five or six, and they decided to leave for Lyons. After my mother died, Papa decided to move to the countryside, and we lived in several different towns before Molyneaux.” The speech, tempered as it was with a hint of a smile, had the air of something well-rehearsed.

  “Have you been living in Molyneaux long?” the Beast had asked. A decade of speaking with the same people had left her conversational skills rusty, to say the least, but she could remember the basics of politeness.

  “Since I was fifteen, so … nearly five years, now,” Belle said. “I didn’t realise it had been that long,” she added in a murmur.

  “Did you … like it there?” The Beast was unsure why she had kept questioning her. The topic of Belle’s life was one which could only bring awkwardness to both parties. But there was something intriguing in Belle’s words and manner which had urged the Beast to keep her talking.

  Belle had shrugged. “It was very beautiful,” she’d said. “Like a painting. Or a model set. And the town was always bustling with some news or other.”

  The Beast had said nothing, instead letting her tail swish silently beneath the folds of her shift. She had almost forgotten that she was wearing something feminine in front of Belle – but when trousers were more dignified for everyday use, and the cut of her old clothes only emphasised the form which she no longer possessed, it was little wonder that stays, petticoats, and bodices held little of the appeal they once had. She now only wore her shift to sleep in, and she had decided long ago not to question how her clothes had altered to her new size.

  Judging the conversation to be at an end, the Beast had walked over to the farthest corner of the opposite sofa to where Belle was sitting, just close enough that the candlelight could reach her. There, she picked up the book she had abandoned earlier that day – a copy of The Count of Monte Cristo she was making her way through for the third time. Silently, the two women had read until the candle began sputtering hopelessly – and by then, the first light of predawn had begun to stain the horizon. The Beast had looked up, noticing the differing quality of light, only to see that Belle had fallen asleep in the middle of reading her book. Her plait had come fully undone by then, the shimmering ribbon tangled in her dark hair. Without putting much thought to the action, the Beast had lifted a spare throw from another chair and draped it over Belle’s body, tucking it in with almost impersonal neatness at her shoulders, knees, and feet. She’d fled in a panic moments later, once her thoughts had caught up to her again, and Belle hadn’t mentioned the incident in the week since then.

  Now, the Beast realised with a rising horror that she had allowed her gaze to linger on Belle’s form for too long, and she was looking back at her with a vaguely puzzled expression.

  “Is everything alright?” Belle asked.

  “I – uh – well, yes – it’s snowing,” the Beast said in a clumsy rush, jerking her head to the window beyond Belle. She hoped that while she had been distracted, she had been looking at least slightly at the window, for her excuse to be at all plausible. Belle turned her head, and the Beast saw the curve of her cheeks rise in a smile.

  “So it is,” she agreed. “It hasn’t snowed since – since the night I came here,” she said. “I wonder if it’ll stick.”

  The Beast hummed non-committedly. “It’s a pain when it snows.”

  “Really?” Belle asked. “I love the snow – even when it means extra work, shovelling the paths and taking care of Phillippe, I can’t help but look out at the untouched countryside and just … just drink it in.” She laid aside her book, keeping a finger in her place. “And you can warm yourself by the fire, just thinking about how good it is that you’re in a warm house, and can look out at the snow – of course, if it’s stormy then that’s a different matter. But I don’t see what’s so awful about snow.”

  “Whenever I go out in it, the snow clumps around my legs so that I look like I’m covered in large, white pebbles,” the Beast did not whine. “I walk stupidly until they can melt off, and even then it’s a choice between letting it melt before the fire, and rinsing it off with hot water.”

  “Oh, woe are the sufferings of suchlike as ye,” Belle teased. “If it’s stuck tomorrow I’m going out there, and you’re coming with me, and you’ll enjoy it.”

  The Beast laughed. “I never said I disliked snow – just that it was a pain, which it is. Even you can’t deny it.”

  Belle blushed prettily, and the Beast felt a sudden flutter in her chest. “That may be,” Belle said, and the Beast suddenly had to concentrate on what she was saying. “But I’d still like to go out, if it’s clear.”

  “Alright, then,” the Beast smiled. The two of them smiled companionably at each other for a moment, before Belle picked up her book again. The Beast felt a hunger within her, for the conversation to continue. For her to make Belle smile or blush again. “What are you reading?” she asked casually. “You go through these so quickly, it’s like you’re on a new book every three days.”

  Belle laid her book aside again. “It’s The Woman in White, by Wilkie Collins. I’ve never read it before, and the blurb was intriguing, to say the least.”

  “I remember that one,” the Beast said. “The one with two sisters – one ugly and intelligent, and one beautiful and naive, isn’t it?”

  “And a man,” Belle laughed. “Since he begins the narrative, I’m surprised you forgot him.”

  “I choose to remember the enjoyable parts,” the Beast countered. “And men, valuable though they may be, hold little enjoyment compared to the exploits of women.”

  She didn’t know why she said that. She had never told a single soul outwith the castle about her nature before. But ever since she had been rescued from certain hypothermia and a blood infection, the Beast had trusted Belle. Hidden behind her legs, the very tip of her tail began thrashing to and fro as an outlet of nervous energy.

  “I have to agree with you there,” Belle said. “It’s a shame that our contemporaries view women as too weak or feeble to have adventures of their own, otherwise I would scarcely bother reading about the thoughts and feelings of their male characters – which, of course, are always vastly superior to the thoughts and feelings of their female ones.”

  Words which were innocent enough – a girl’s expression of frustration at not reading about adventurous, excitable women. But there was something in the tilt of her head, the shy half-curve of her lip, that assured the Beast that Belle, quite definitely, viewed women the same way that she did. The Beast smiled fully, and Belle ducked her head, allowing her hair to fall over her shoulder and hide her face like a curtain.

  “You would probably enjoy this part of The Count of Monte Cristo, then,” the Beast said. “Dumas has many dynamic characters, of course. But in my reading, I had forgotten just how engaging Eugenie Danglars and Louise d’Armilly were. They are … intimate friends, who plan to run away together.”

  “Intriguing,” Belle said, setting aside her book with a bookmark, rather than her finger. She swung her other leg down off the window seat, so that now her skirts hung an inch or two above her dangling toes. “But when you say intimate friends …”

  “I don’t know how familiar you are with the Greek poets,” the Beast said, “but Eugenie apparently wears Minerva’s breastplate, which was said to cover Sappho.”

  “I’m afraid I don’t understand the reference,” Belle said.

  “They are … certainly more than friends,” the Beast said with a chuckle. “Sappho lived on the isle of Lesbos, with only women.”

  Realisation dawned on Belle’s face. “I see,” she said, tucking a strand of her behind her ear and winding the rest of it along her finger. “Do you have any of her poetry?”

  “I don’t think so,” the Beast said. “My parents … my father prioritised Homer, Hesiod, Sophocles, Cicero, Dante – the Classical men.” Her lip stiffened. She remembered her father as a loving man, but he and her mother had died so long ago that her memories of them melded with the impressions they had left upon the castle. “Whatever female writers you find in this library are my mother’s influence, and hers alone.”

  “Oh,” Belle said quietly. “Well,” she continued in a slightly brighter tone, “it’s good that Mmlles Danglars and d’Armilly have each other to run away with.”

  “You can read it, if you like,” the Beast offered. She held the book out slightly, but Belle shook her head a little.

  “I would, and happily, but you’re in the middle of reading it. It hardly seems fair to take you away from it.”

  “I’m right at the chapters where they run away,” the Beast pleaded. “It won’t be any trouble to me – I’ll even mark the page.”

  “You could read it aloud,” Belle suggested. “I – I mean,” she suddenly continued, blushing steadily, “it just seems like a simple solution to the problem – this way we can both experience it at the same time – I’m sorry, you’ve probably got better things to do –”

  “Belle,” the Beast said with a small smile. “It’s quite alright. I’d be happy to read it aloud. I must warn you, though,” she said with a grimace masquerading as a smile, “that my voice will not stretch to different character’s voices.”

  “I like your voice just fine,” Belle said. “It’s deep, and husky, but it suits you.”

  While there were few things about her curse that the Beast was thankful for, the absence of a visible blush was one of those things. Belle had paid her idle compliments before, praising her taste in books or laughing at her jokes. Those had been, to the Beast’s knowledge, the kind of things any girl would say to her friend – or someone she was cordial with, at least. But to have a compliment from her now, with the knowledge that they were both women who loved other women …

  “Come over here, so you can hear me better,” the Beast said. “Sit by me; tell me if I’m going too fast.”

  Harsh words; words which Belle would have bristled at three weeks earlier. But the Beast had stammered over every one of them, and had patted the sofa beside her gently, twice. Belle stood, her skirts swinging down to the floor, and settled beside the Beast. She kept a little distance, but not enough for the Beast to be unaware of her steady breathing, and the heat of her arm.

  The Beast took a breath, and began to read.

    “… and the people gave a great shout. ‘Arthur is King.’”

  “Told you so,” Ève said with a grin.

  “Ève, you’ve read this book before,” Belle laughed. “You know what happens in it.”

  “Am I not allowed to take pleasure in re-reading my own books, now?” Ève gasped melodramatically, clasping one hand to her heart. “You wound me, Belle. You really do.”

  “Drama queen,” Belle smirked. She lifted a hand to Ève’s chin, and pulled her down into a kiss. Ève hummed happily, moving her hand down Belle’s shoulder to her waist. The book fell, forgotten, out of Belle’s hand to the floor as she ran her fingers through Ève’s long, fair hair. Belle’s bodice was soft against Ève’s fingers, and she rubbed in light, soothing circles as they parted lips with an intake of breath.

  “Ève, you made me lose my place,” Belle complained, only half-serious. “We are supposed to be reading this to practice English for the Ambassador.”

  “I didn’t catch you complaining,” Ève smirked. She slipped her hand further around Belle’s waist, shifting her closer by the small of her back, and was gratified by her slight blush. “And besides, you are the one who kissed me, so the distraction is really your fault.”

  “Your interjection started this whole conversation –” Belle started, but was swiftly cut off by a rain of kisses over her face from Ève. When she eventually reached her mouth again, Belle twined her arms around Ève’s neck, the force of which sent them tumbling backwards onto the sofa. After a few minutes of thorough kissing, Belle pushed herself up on her elbows, her lips slightly swollen and her eyes bright.

  “Do you ever wonder if this … this joy will stop?” she asked. “Not completely, I mean, but – well, it still feels like a honeymoon phase. I keep finding myself wondering when we’ll settle down and be calmer about everything.”

  “It’s been almost a year already,” Ève said, reaching up to stroke Belle’s face. “And we’ve fought more than once since that day, my darling. This might be what it’s like for us.”

  (Last January: The ball with Belle, which had been entirely Cogsworth’s idea and which had (in the end, at least) worked. Ève had worn hose and an old riding jacket of her mother’s, since the thought of exposing her ridiculous body in one of her resised dresses was too much to bear. Surprisingly, she hadn’t hated the way she’d looked. Belle, of course, had been radiant as the sun in that golden dress. Ève’s tongue had been hopelessly tied throughout dinner and on the balcony. If she hadn’t learned that Belle was also like her, and Cogsworth, she would never have even begun to work up her courage.

  She skips over the evening and long night of despair, when she remembers it. If she could skip over the man in red, too, she would; but the man in red who tried to kill her is engraved on Ève’s mind forever, for better or worse. The moment of mercy she gave him, and the immediate betrayal when he saw that Belle had rejected him for something neither human nor male. To this day Ève is unsure which enraged him more – Belle could have told her, from a desperate plea in the village gone wrong, but she never had.

  Instead, Ève remembers the last moments as a Beast, in the dim light before the sunrise of her twenty-first birthday, that would seal her fate. Belle crying, holding her paw to her face. The whispered hint of her lips on Ève’s palm, before Ève …

  And then the transformation, and the look of disbelief on Belle’s face. The discovery that even as a woman, Ève was taller, broader, more muscular. The fear of a moment that had lasted for eternity; it was one thing to love a woman who looked nothing like one, but when presented with a girl the same age – but Ève’s thoughts had cut off there, when Belle had stepped into her space and ran a strand of her ash-blonde hair through her fingers. She had cupped Belle’s sweet, intelligent, funny – and yes, beautiful – face between her hands, and had leant down to kiss her.

  And, miracle above all else, Belle had kissed back.)

  “Maybe,” Belle said. She sat back on her heels, over Ève’s thighs, allowing Ève to push herself up slightly. “And I suppose you have a point about our occasional disagreements.” Ève slid a hand around the back of Belle’s neck, keeping the other planted behind her for balance.

  Belle suddenly gasped. “Ève, look! It’s snowing!”

  Ève twisted around to see out the one window where the curtains hadn’t been drawn – and sure enough, the snow was falling steadily outside. “First snowfall of the year,” she said, turning back to face Belle. “It’s awfully late for it. Let’s hope it sticks.”

  “I hope so,” Belle said with a wide smile. “I’m more than ready to beat you again at snowballing this year.”

  “Want to bet?” Ève asked, a familiar glint in her eye. “Now that I don’t have fur to stick to the snow, I’ll be faster.”

  “I still managed to cover you in it,” Belle pointed out, her eyes and nose crinkling as she laughed.

  Ève took the opportunity to slide her hand back down to Belle’s waist, flipping them so that Belle was lying on the couch now. Belle gasped at the sudden movement, still laughing, and Ève joined in helplessly a second later. “Careful now, Belle,” she smirked, leaning down to drop a series of short kisses to her neck. “We both remember how frozen we were last year after the battle; don’t you remember that revenge is best served cold?”

  Belle shivered below her. “Game on,” she said, claiming Ève’s lips again in a kiss. “But not until tomorrow.”

  “You have a point,” Ève said, pushing up off of Belle and sitting properly on the sofa again. “I suppose we should get back to Arthur’s exploits?”

  “Cheer up,” Belle said, joining her and picking the book up. “Guinevere shows up soon.”

  “I await her with bated breath,” Ève said. “Now, where were we?”

  “Uh … here,” Belle said. “And the people gave a great shout. ‘Arthur is King’.”

  Ève settled beside her, laying an arm casually over Belle’s shoulders and peering down at the book in an attempt to translate the English in her head before Belle read it aloud. Outside the window, the snow continued to fall.

    Two notes:

I am very unfamiliar with 18th century literature, so I just went ‘Eh’, and made it 19th century instead. See also why Belle is reading Wilkie Collins and not another French author, and why Ève is reading Alexandre Dumas in a pre-/no-Revolutionary universe.

I also shared this with a group of other writers, when I was unsure what the Beast’s name was going to be. I jokingly said ‘Well since everybody thinks the beast’s name is adam, fem!beast should be Eve since, yannow, Adam and Eve?? Kinda like how Beau is always male!Belle’s name??’ This was both the best and worst thing to happen, as now I can’t stop calling her Ève.

#{OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD} #{i'm crying this is so perfect!!!!} #{thank you so much asdfghjk} #{eve is such a cute name???} #{and you incorporated the king arthur thing from the musical!!!!} #{minerva's breastplate i am deceased} #{and the /not/ whining about the snow} #{this is going on the fridge holy heck} #{honestly?? words cannot express how perf this is like not to be cheesy but you get all the gold stars lbr} #{imma just send you the biggest friggin bear hug through the interwebs <3 } #{dare i say perfection??} #submission

[asillyloner]

when I first acknowledged about dinluke some months ago on Pinterest I never thought I would love it as much as I do now. And I never thought I would return to Star Wars because of this ship after the (personally) great disappointment of TLJ.

like, it was one normal day scrolling through my messy Pinterest page looking for some cool shit, and I met baby Yoda. I knew about him, he's pretty famous on the Internet; saw him on some memes, he was on Twitter trending some time ago, that one artist I like drew him once,...And I scrolled down 2 more centimeters and saw a dinluke fanart with baby Yoda in it. At first, I was oh so confused. Like , is that Luke? When did Luke and baby Yoda met? And who's that person with him? Wait a sec is this..."romantic" vibe I'm seeing right here? Who in the world would ship Luke Skywalker with this weird...um, "silver helmet armored person"? Didn't he have a wife named Mara Jade in Legends? What about the Sequels? Because I left Star Wars since TLJ, I didn't know a shit about The Mandalorian, just baby Yoda being kinda famous.

But man, I just got a little curious ya know, wanted to figure out where the heck did this ship emerged from (and if it's gay or not lol ). So I clicked the image and the next thing I saw was a bunch of dinluke fanarts - totally quality contents spreading through my PC screen. So I got MORE curious and clicked several more images until I reached that one short comic by ngrogu. (you know, the one that is still residing at the top of the dinluke tag? about war trauma angst? yea that one. I still friggin love it.) I thought it was interesting, so I went strait to the Tumblr link to read it in full context. In which the link leaded me directly to the top section of dinluke tag. AND HOLY MILKING SITH I WAS MOTHERFUCKIN SURPRISED WITH SOOOOOO MANY DINLUKE CONTENTS HITTING MY EYES. And it was also here that I learned-- " wait is that Luke? Is it him in that huge black hood? oh it is... wait a sec I don't remember any scene like this in the originals ...does that mean Luke Skywalker returns on screen?-wait, no that's impossible , is this some kind of high quality fan made thingy then?-*sees tags*- HOLY SHIT LUKE SKYWALKER RETURNS ON SCREEN IN SS2 OF THE MANDALORIAN??????? HOW DO I NOT KNOW ABOUT THIS!!!!!?????? "-- and then I went to Youtube, watched the hallway massacre, took in some deep breaths("HOLY FUCK, HOLY FORCE, HOLY FUCKIN SON OF THE FORCE"), return to Tumblr to scroll down from the top of dinluke tag to read and see almost every content of dinluke I can until my PC got too slow. After that I decided to watch every episode of The Mandalorian there are to exist.

---And here I am , after months of falling deeper and deeper and DEEPER into dinluke. After months of checking Tumblr everyday just to see new dinluke stuff. After months of reading dinluke fics into the midnight hours. I have realized that I have never loved and adored an OTP this much. Or maybe it was the first OTP I have ever had. I can't count how many times I have imagined my "Sequel trilogy rewrite ~feat dinluke " fic in my head . I can't stop praying for the ship to be cannon although I definitely know and UNDERSTAND that dinluke can possibly never be cannon. I got so mc'fuckin frightened when there was a rumor on Youtube that says Mara Jade will be making an appearance on the Luke Skywalker show that Dave Filoni is planning to make- if this was before knowing dinluke, I would joy, joy that Star Wars is finally back . But this crack ship, dinluke, has changed me.

It had changed me with the template Star Wars found family trope, but this time with "an absolutely powerful and pretty space magic wizard sunshine twink" on one side and "a space Viking single dad who is also a fierce bounty hunter but actually introverted himbo" on the other side with "a green cute gremlin baby alien son with magic powers who has became an Internet celeb" in the middle; with it's absurdly immense potential (ancient enemies, the last of their kind/tribe, Luke "daddy issuse" Skywalker and Din"single dad"Djarin,..etc,etc...) ; along with it's incredibly talented writers and artists all over Tumblr and ao3.

I had fallen in love with this one hell of a ship and I'm in agony everyday just thinking about this ship.

AND I REGRET NOTHING.

#dinluke #long post #just my thoughts about dinluke #gotta get this trunk of emotions out before test ya'know? #I owe every artists and writers that draw and write dinluke a thanyou and a Iloveyou #you guys keep me going #the mandalorian #talk about otp

[batwritings]

Okay, okay but... imagine this

Being a camboy/girl and you have a regular that goes by the name awesamdude. Eventually you learn that he isn’t like other clients; he only watches your streams, pays you a fuck ton more then what you ask and respects all your boundaries - tells someone off who doesn’t.

One day you have the pleasure of meeting up with after talking in Twitter dms with him - for about 4 months. You guys sit at a restaurant for hours before he asks if you wanna go back to the hotel he’s staying at, saying he respects your wishes if not. All you could think about is “who in their right mind would say no to you?”

So you go back, have amazing sex and instead of leaving after he cleans you up, you stay. Once again you guys talk for hours before going to sleep, waking up to a bunch of different food on the coffee table “didn’t know what you had the fancies for, though as you can tell it’s all your favorite foods.” Well after that you had to suck his dick.. man bought you all that food, was a gentleman and fucked you so good the night before.

-🐰

"Now it’s a month later, you and Sam have been seeing each other ever since the afternoon after you two fucked. You guys talked it all out after he got done fucking you in the shower. But because he lives a few hours away you guys haven’t fucked since then. He had to leave only two days after that,

Your setting up your stuff for your scheduled live when you hear a knock at the door. Surprised you wrap a robe around your body and take off your mask that you wear to hide your identity. Opening the door to see Sam on the other side, gasping as you jump into his arms, he laughs before shuffling you two into your apartment.

You still have your legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his shoulders but move your head from in between his neck and shoulder to look at him in the eyes. “What are you doing here?” he smirks now and sets you down slowly, you let out a whine but he shuts you up when he points a finger at you. He leans down to a duffel bag you didn’t see him carrying with him and pulls out a mask similar to your own but it’s green and black. “Thought you wouldn’t mind if I joined you tonight. Show all those idiots out there you belong to me.” BUNNY OH MY FRIGGIN' GOSH!!!!! THAT-- I-- HOLY HECK I'M NOT ONLY IMPRESSED BUT ALSO THE IMAGE? AND SAM DOING THAT?? YES PLEASE JFC. YA'LL PLEASE GIVE THIS LOVELY PERSON ALL THE LOVE FOR THEIR WORK THEY ABSOLUTELY DESERVE IT!

#bat writes #anon response #🐰anon

[retphienix]

Forgive me while I audibly wrack my head to decide on my party for a second ;-;

So first to consider would be Ryuji who I just, deep in my gut, always want on my party.

The thing is he's falling behind, at least on paper. In practice he's kicking ass, but looking at his stats and moves it's hard to not admit he mostly normal attacks (for decent damage) or tosses out an extremely weak lightning move just to hit a weakness.

He stacks endurance, which is nice, but also I haven't "really" been taking big damage anyway so it's kinda overkill.

His attack is great, but not 'the best'. So it's worth considering.

And his trait actually procs all the damn time- an extra 40% damage on physical attacks is REALLY nice even with my Joker currently playing caster (with a melee focused persona... I ain't bright).

Honestly, his best addition to the team is that trait. It's a HEFTY amount and between Yusuke and himself it's getting a lot of use. It's just a shame his strength isn't a 'bit' higher and he still hasn't learned Assault Dive which will be his first heavy hitting physical move. Most of his skills are kinda duds tbh, some lightning coverage, a lot of phys moves I never use, Rampage for AOE, that's it.

The resolve isn't helping currently since I ambush all the time, and I don't really use his turn to buff so-

Maybe.

Morgana has been benched since the option presented itself (not because I dislike them any) because I don't see much need for so much support on one character I guess.

Their trait couldn't be less interesting to me- more healing is nice but if I need it I'll use a bigger heal, why dedicate a partner trait to it?

Moves are just way too much cleanse. Heals are great, I need em. Wind is good coverage obviously since you can pretty much only count on one coverage type per party member when it comes to direct casting, I don't like crits- fuck Lucky punch, I admittedly under-utilize ailments so that's on ME BUT~! Confuse isn't an ailment I'm interested in anyway so that's a dead move.

Really just dislike that he has both a weak cleanse- and an AOE weak cleanse. The aoe one is nice but it's ONLY Sleep/Dizzy/Forget/Hunger, I can count on one hand how often any one of those has negatively impacted one party member let alone the squad.

Just seems too situational- I know some enemy will come and make it a problem, but far too situational for me to go "I need Morgana on my team all the time!"

Stats aren't even interesting. He's magic oriented but not overly so, so he's fast and can heal half decent, it's not a bad niche but no thank you.

Next.

Ann kinda keeps getting the short straw in combat, but only slightly.

She is arguably a linchpin for my stategies and yet also that usually means she doesn't get to shine lol

She can heal, that's fantastic, I really only need one party member who is able to and she can fill that well.

Fire coverage, nice, no use mentioning the one spell coverage for everyone so just consider that said from here on out.

SLEEP is a godsend. It's a tool I very rarely need, but it's ONE skill slot in her movepool and it can be such an incredible get out of jail free card- ailment spells like that are just so ridiculously accurate in this game- it literally hasn't missed, so it's reliable as heck!

And the other killer move for her is Tarunda- I use that one a LOT. Not for every encounter, but pretty much any encounter that I can't one turn usually has a big fuck who swings melee at me, and she just entirely wipes that threat in one move. I love Tarunda.

And I haven't had a use for it yet, but she knows friggin' DEKAJA? A full team buff removal for the enemy? HOLY HECK that could save my life.

Can't forget her really high magic stat- really nice to spend her off turns just tossing some fire and it actually hurting.

And to top it all off her passive is NUTS.

SP conservation is such a gift when diving into palaces or mementos with the intent of doing everything in one run, and just like Ryuji her SP cost down procs like mad.

I'd argue on a case by case that Ann does the least for my team, but she is just so ridiculously necessary for every fight that falls outside of that range AND she passively lowers my SP expenses on ALL fights, so man.

I think she has her slot, at least as much as Ryuji as I type this.

Unlike the previous characters I have a lot less to say about Yusuke, but not in a bad way.

He hits hard with his sword.

That's it.

Maybe I should pull my head out of my ass and admit that he's become extremely one note on my team, and his passive is forgettable (increase dodge on phys moves, I don't like relying on that), and his magic does no damage beyond coverage, but he really somehow has been keeping his slot through the most unga bunga caveman logic possible.

He Hits Really Hard, like every turn, with basic attacks, with skills, lord if you baton pass him the target is dead.

He has like zero flexibility so any enemy that resists or nullifies physical entirely walls him out, but MAN.

Also Goemon is cool. But mostly it's him just casually farting out 400+ damage when everyone else can do like 150.

Damn it, it's feeling like Yusuke's slot is loosening up as I admit all that though.

And finally, the newcomer Makoto.

Outside of her kit I just want to take her along for the same reason I wanted to take Yusuke- she's new, I want to bring her along for her dungeon at the very least.

Now her kit is...

I ain't supremely impressed, yet it's so balanced that I'm not mad about it.

Coverage, yep got that.

An AOE medium phys move out the gate, that's convenient.

Stats leave a LOT to be desired because they are so balanced- there's no strength or weakness to consider.

Med heal out the gate, nice, evens out to making her an adequate healer despite her stats.

Defense buff, not my thing, wasting a turn for a solo def buff just really isn't my thing especially since I'm not taunting or whatever so I can't direct the enemy to attack my buffed party member unlike using Tarunda on the offending ENEMY member.

Solo target Forget is... fine? I under-utilize ailments like I said, but Forget IS a nice one that forces auto attacks instead of spells. There's some synergy in the idea of forgetting the enemy and buffing defense, but like, nah. Best I can say is it'd be a nice combo tool with Tarunda if she works alongside Ann.

And to cap it off her trait is... well it might actually be pretty interesting.

Unlike strictly 'ailments' ELEMENTAL ailments IE Burn/Freeze/Shock are pretty nice and can lead to technical attacks!

I've been getting a ton of use out of the free High Shock gun Joker gets because of that for instance.

So her passive raising the chance to inflict those 3 elemental blights by 25% isn't bad at all and could actually end up being the most impactful thing she brings to the table.

I think... she might end up taking Yusuke's place as a less impactful damage dealer but a great element channeler for the squad.

Okay yeah this helped figure things out.

Joker/Ryuji/Ann/Makoto it is.

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