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sanasanakun · 19 days

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Gortash acting as an enabler for The Dark Urge is so interesting imo. I can easily see redeemed DU feeling extremely betrayed and angry by it given that they now have a chance to contemplate their past self’s situation. They easily could accuse him like “you say you were my ‘nearest and dearest’ but you never saw how much I suffered? Or did you just not care because my misery advanced your (our) goals? You never wanted to help me? You could have stopped me.” At this point in the story, DU’s come to understand friendship in a way his past self never could have and Gortash’s previous inaction is a betrayal of those values. If he never helped them, then Gortash never truly saw the real them nor understood them.

In my personal headcanon (and somewhat supported by canon imo), I think Gortash tried to helped DU in his own “Gort” way. Aka promising that they’d one day rule as “Gods” which is essentially a promise to DU that they’ll rise above Bhaal or be free of his influence (as others have previously pointed out). However, I don’t believe Gortash has the emotional capacity to help DU in the way they needed. He doesn’t understand it or he might even be afraid to hit that particular nerve. He liked the routine they fell into, so why change it? It is also definitely pragmatic. The Dark Urge’s condition advances their plans. Gortash puts progress and the plan above all else even if it hurts loved ones. He rationalizes his inaction with cold logic, weighing the pros and cons of his intervention. Therefore, I don’t believe it’s necessarily malicious enabling. Gortash acts with the idea of pursuing whatever is more “comfortable” for him personally and their joint plan.

From my personal experience, this type of enabling is pretty common (at least in my irl situations). They don’t know how to act and are afraid to confront their loved one, so they do nothing. It’s “easier” to do nothing. Definitely would like to write something for it at some point because I feel like this would be a key tension point in their post-tadpole relationship (or lack of). Maybe even pre-tadpole where the Dark Urge just quietly endured but desperately hoped Enver would say or do something to save them, but he never did.

#I’m yapping and rambling again about this man pls forgive me #but this has been on my mind for so long #cause my DU would feel so betrayed ngl it’d be a big deal for him #that this man never did anything to help him (in his eyes)#I def think Gortash wanted to help but just is like uhhh wat do lol #it just played further into their toxic friendship or romance or whatever they had #they’re so closed but so twisted that they can never actually help one another in the way they need #if that makes sense #obsessed with them #baldurs gate #baldurs gate 3 #the dark urge #durge #bg3 durge #bg3 #enver gortash #bg3 gortash #larian studios #tw enabling

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rickybaby · 10 months

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Asked if he sees himself retired as an F1 world champion five years from now, Ricciardo chuckled: “Oh shit yeah, that would be cool!”

“If I am a world champion, I don’t know if I’ll be retired, because that would mean that things are going well,” he continued.

“If I was to win a world title next year, no I wouldn’t retire. But if I was to win one in five years, maybe then I’d be like ‘that’s a great way to sign off’.”

Why returning F1 star Daniel Ricciardo is ‘not scared about retirement’

#no one was going to tell me Daniel motherfucking Ricciardo talked about being a world champion?!?#if I was to win a world title next year —#yeah right #full on delusional and enabling us even further #and at the time of that interview he hadn’t even been back on the grid #how confident was he that he was acing that test and getting the AT seat?

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marcianek · 2 years

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I'm at the bottom of the ocean I'm at the bottom of the sea

I don't know if I'll make it back home I'm just stuck here in a dream

Long gone, long long gone- [...] Oh Lord, let me be a good man.

These are selected lyrics from “Bottom of the Sea” by Dhruva Aliman, the original song that Gonta's execution music was sampled from: link

And here are other nice covers/remixes of it, because why not: 1 | 2

Gonta’s questionable execution aside, imo they couldn't have picked a better song as an inspiration for him: both in terms of capturing his mental state by the end of Chapter 4, and in the context of his lifelong Sisyphean struggle for recognition, validation and a sense of belonging. Even in the face of his innate cheerfulness, it eroded his sense of self-worth to a point where he seemed to believe him being inherently worthless was a matter of fact. I say that, because despite all of his active efforts for betterment, Gonta often sure was... weirdly casual in his self-depreciation and the mistreatment he’s dealt with. Even if he still was negatively impacted by it.

And sadly, in the end he was left feeling as if all fears he had about himself were proven right - while in reality it wasn't true at all, and he so didn't deserve to go away in such miserable state, and in such a degrading way. But alas, V3 didn’t pull any punches.

Anyway... yeah. Good song choice.

#gonta gokuhara #gokuhara gonta #danganronpa #v3 #ndrv3 #fanart #my art #implied spoilers #Have an angsty one like promised #I still need to get around making the compilations of wips/sketches I did between 2020-2021...#blahblahtime #Tbh to me Gonta's arc is partly about how destructive it is when a person is unable to feel justified resentment due to their empathy #and is so overly self-conscious about their both real and imagined shortcomings while giving others too much faith #that they fail to see the mistreatment and judgement they face isn't an objective statement of their worth.#and instead of rejecting it... they end up believing and even perpetuating it themselves.#as they let their innate virtues like kindness or compassion be propelled by insecurities and misguided/counterproductive notions #Gonta's cheerful nature makes him appear to function okay but also unintentionally masks his emotional damage so well #that it flies over people's heads - sometimes even his own #while him openly berating himself can enable people to reductively take his statements at a face value and treat him accordingly #ironically reinforcing his and others' perception of him being 'stupid'/'useless'/'scary'... only further fueling his anxieties #thus making him more desperate and prone to making mistakes #And so the vicious circle continues untill it rolls of a cliff to crash and burn #and damn is it ever depressing to witness #All this hot mess being so easy to miss or ignore seems to be -the- point and one of the contributing factors in on itself #tldr; he should've been more selfish ; - ; he'd be so much better off #anyway I babbled too much for my comfort also words hard I'm just here to draw bye #Best boy? Best boy. Yes #also 'Bugs Panic' and Noisecontroller 'Down Down' are great for boss fights in souls games but I never won when they played I wOnDeR wHy

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generalsmemories · 8 months

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THERE'S ONE ANON WHO ASKED ME TO EXPLAIN DAN HENG'S PAST (TO THAT EXTENT ALSO DAN FENG)

I SEE YOU ANON, I SEE YOU I JUST NEED-

A LOT OF TIME TO GIVE U SOMETHING COMPREHENSIVE THAT DOESN'T CONSIST OF ME JUST SCREAMING 😭😭

at this point I need to add another section to the master list which is just me explaining Xianzhou lore 😭😭

For now I sleep cause I have a dentist appointment early and it's nearing 2:30 🏃💨

#narus' corner #do tell me if that would be something y'all would like though 🫡#cause i genuinely love talking about lore #be pulling up wiki to my friends explaining one single thing and they somehow enable me further

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daybreakrising · 4 months

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i have been thinking about it ever since charlie suggested it to me, but

if i were to add vautrin... interest? 👀

#;forever yelling into the abyss (ooc)#( listen. i'm probably doing it regardless )#( but feel free to further enable me- )

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antheiasvase · 2 years

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And it’s suffocating when you’re alone - Fanfic idea start thing. Andreil - AFTG. Can someone please tell me if this is good or not before i spend hours working on it ;)

It was cold, not even the normal cold, but a deep chill that settled in your bones. That felt like it was snaking through every vessel in your body and it terrified you.

Andrew had a dramatic flair, he knew this, but this type of cold? It wasn’t normal. He rolled over in his bed. His sheets, which he had laid in for the past four hours, barely felt warm. As if they had retained no heat.

Knock knock knock.

The pounding on the door resonated, it was loud an harsh, it could only belong to someone with a practiced fist, used to knocking hard. A police officer probably. Andrew was no stranger to police officers, but still a small sliver of fear settled beneath the chilled bones of his ribcage.

He debated laying in bed and ignoring the stranger at the door until they left.

They knocked again.

Andrew heard the rustle of Aaron’s duvet as he rolled over in his sleep, disturbed by the knocking of the door. Aaron had had eyebags for days, some sort of exam he had been preparing for. He had just completed it today. Andrew wasn’t going to interrupt the rare sleep his brother had. He knew Aaron only slept when he was there.

Disgruntled and annoyed he heaved himself out of bed.

He swung the door open, rubbing the dizzy film that occured when his eyes were heavy with sleep out of his eyes.

Higgins.

“Pig,” Andrew said, he thinly veiled his shock at seeing the officer there with a growl in his voice while he spoke.

“Hello Andrew,”

There was a moment of quiet. The air was heavy.

“I have news,” Higgin’s sighed, “I know it’s late-“

“It’s late.” Andrew interrupted his voice harsh.

“But I’m sorry,” Higgins continued. “It’s similar to the last time we spoke,”

Andrew stilled.

“What.”

The “what” felt final. Solid. Like an apple falling through the air, down down down.

“Yes, you have another brother. Same age, birthday, everything,”

“No,” Andrew said.

He heard steps behind him. Aaron. God. How would Aaron react to this?

“Talk to us in the morning Pig,” Andrew said, making to close the door,

“Andrew,” Aaron said, “What’s going on?” He sounded strangely coherent for an exhausted college student.

Before Andrew could interrupt Higgins spoke, “There’s no easy way to say this, but you have another brother. There were three of you.”

“What the fuck,” Aaron said, he whipped his head towards Andrew, his hair tickling Andrew’s noise at the speed.

“Dude, you need a fucking haircut,” Andrew muttered.

“Not the fucking point,” Aaron said.

“Another one?” Aaron continued, “How did these even happen? Why did mom never tell us?”

“Tilda was a fucking cunt, why are you surprised?” Aaron glared at Andrew.

“Where is he? What’s his name?”

“He’s transferring, here. He plays exy also. His name is Anthony.”

“Is that why you’re telling us?” Andrew said, “How long have you known this Pig.”

“Not long,” Higgins said.

“Liar,” Andrew’s tone was malicious, Aaron looked concerned.

“A few months,” Higgins corrected.

“Does he know?” Andrew asked.

“Not yet, I thought I would come to the two of you first,”

“Gee Pig, thanks for the consideration.” Andrew snapped.

“Higgins, is there any way you can arrange a meeting?” Aaron asked.

Andrew grit his teeth.

“Look, I’ll text you guys, I have to talk to him first, see if he’s up for it.”

“That’s great,” Aaron said.

Before Higgin’s could say anything else Andrew slammed the door shut. He bit down the sour feeling in that coated his throat like syrup.

“Andrew,” Aaron tried. “This is just another… curveball in life. It’s good right?”

“What do you want from him Aaron?” Andrew said, his voice soft, his tone hard.

“What do you mean?”

Andrew didn’t say anything in response. Instead he walked to the window, he eased it open and splayed his fingers out against the screen, experimentally pushing against the black mesh. Maybe it was Andrew’s swimming eyesight, but the sky was dark, not a single cloud in sight, and the moon was full and swollen, pulsing in the sky like a heartbeat. His heartbeat. Erratic and fast.

He made a small gasping noise and smashed his fist against his mouth.

“Andrew are you okay? Do you need Betsy? Neil?”

“Neil,” Andrew mumbled.

“Ok,” Aaron said, walking off quickly. Neil wasn’t in the room and neither was Kevin, they’d probably gone off on a late night run, or practice. It was Sunday tomorrow so they could sleep in.

A few minuted later, he heard the patter of steps on the stairs before the door to their dorm swung open.

“Andrew,” Neil said, he moved towards him quickly but kept a small berth.

“Come here,” Andrew said. Neil did, pressing close to Andrew, Andrew bowed his forehead onto Neil’s collarbone, twisting towards him. Neil raised his arms and gently, giving Andrew a chance to say ‘No,’ pressed them against his lower back and the nape of his neck.

Neil’s fingers played with the whispy strands of Andrew’s hair, working his calloused fingers into the tensions on Andrew’s neck.

“Hey,” Neil whispered, “What’s goin’ on?”

“There’s another Minyard,” Aaron suddenly said, shocked amusement colouring his voice light and airy, Andrew turned his head to glare at his brother who had apparently been standing there the whole time.

“What?” Neil asked in disbelief,

“Anthony - he sighed - Minyard, triplets,” Aaron ran his hand through his hair. Andrew swallowed heavily.

Neil pressed his fingers harder into Andrew’s hair.

“Aaron, could you maybe leave the room? It’s just… Andrew,”

Aaron had become more understanding over time. Somehow. He quietly left, with nothing but a stilted sigh.

“Andrew, do you need me to call Bee?”

“No,” Andrew said, closing his eyes, “Just you,”

“Okay,”

They stayed like that for a while.

“I’m-” Andrew swallowed cutting himself off, “Everything I’ve done, everything I’ve worked towards with Aaron. This Anthony will probably be… I don’t know.”

Neil perceptive as always, “Are you worried Aaron will like Anthony more?”

“God, you make it sound so juvenile,” Andrew said, curling his fist by Neil’s hip, “Not like that, more like Anthony will…” Andrew trailed off.

“Replace you?” Neil said, “Aaron will see Anthony as a replacement of you, a brother you could never be,” he clarified.

“Fuck you,” Andrew said, no heat behind his curse.

“Andrew,” Neil said, “You know that could never happen right?”

“Aaron loves you, he loves you. It isn’t some fucked up thing like just cause ya’ll are family he loves you. He loves you for you. Because you’re brothers yes, but you stuck by him and you never gave up on him. He’s a fucking moron if he never see’s that but I know it’s true. You could never be replaced Andrew. - He tensed his jaw - You’re everything,”

Andrew rolled his eyes, “To you, maybe,”

“Yes to me, but also to Aaron. You saved him. You pulled him out of the shit hole that was his life, you went to juvie for him, a boy you barely knew. You love him, and he loves you. Another minyard in the mix won’t change that. You know that, Andrew.”

The silence stretched, rumbling in Andrews ears like the roars of crashing waves in a stormy night. He felt like a great ship, weakened by buoyancy, tilting into the lull of waves as they crested heavily onto his hull. Flooding his deck with their salty innards as they rolled over to the other side.

He sighed.

Neil sighed.

It was profound in a way.

“I want to go to bed now,”

And that was that.

Andrew slept against the wall - as always, curled towards Neil, a hand, impulsively fisted around what was usually a knife, but now just air, under his pillow. His eyes were open. Neil’s were shut.

His chest rose and fell, each breath forcing itself out of his ribcage. It was slow, could only belong to someone who was deep asleep. Andrew watched him, belatedly he would realise it was alarming behaviour but in the moment it was all he had to ground him.

Neil’s side profile, lit by the night-lamp they always kept on at night. Something Kevin had complained about relentlessly but after the horror of Thanksgiving had quieted about. Said side profile, was soft, his fore-head uncreased by the worry of everyday life, smoothed by the cloud of sleep. His eye-lashes were dissapointingly short for a boy, but their copper colour fanned across his upper cheekbones, interjecting dark freckles with lines of red. His scars felt less defined at night. As if they were dulled by time like an ancient neoclassical painting, dusted with age and clouded with wear.

He wondered what Neil would look like in a painting, he hoped he would smile like he could in a Aedos painting, or maybe he would look like a dream in a Monet, or real in a van Gogh, maybe a figure, curious and bright in a Varo.

He would stand in the atelier, looking at the painting for hours most likely, entranced by it’s beauty. He knew even if it was something as horrifying as Rubens more obscure paintings, he’d still be entranced and enamoured, stuck in his place, staring at Neil’s blue eyes.

Andrew flexed his hand. Stretching his fingers out till his knuckles turned a sickly white. He ran his tongue over his teeth, rough from being unbrushed, stared at the small scars from punching rough brick walls, those unfortunate enough to dare to offend him, plastic acryclic Exy barriers, hard wood doorframes, glass mirrors, bedroom bed frames. He chewed his lip. He could feel the dry skin splitting and pulling away from his lips, spiced with the copper taste of fresh blood.

He spread his hand out on the bed between him and Neil.

Suddenly Neil shifted, just slightly, just enough to shock Andrew to swiftly draw his hand back to his check,

“‘Ndrew,” Neil mumbled in his sleep, “Sleep,” His voice was heavy and rough.

Andrew stared at him, mute with surprise.

“I hate you,” He snarled, a flush rising to his ears at the thought of Neil dreaming about him. He swallowed the thick feeling in his throat and shut his eyes.

—

They did not speak - Andrew and Aaron - the next day about was Higgins had said. They hesitated to speak to each other, silent in the kitchen as Andrew twirled the fork between his fingers.

Neil did not look worried, he looked well-rested. Andrew dragged him up to the roof, they smoked and talked, their words, quiet, drifted through the air between them, squeezed out between rough kisses where Andrew pulled Neil close by the fabric of his sweater, licking into his mouth, asking for more and more and more. He imagined that they would press their foreheads together and Neil would kiss the corner of his mouth, he imagined Neil would whisper about his every thought, rubbing their noses together as he laughed quietly, he imagined Neil would clasp his hands around Andrew’s neck as Andrew nosed his face into the crook of Andrew’s neck, sucking love bites into his collarbone and the soft flesh under his jaw.

So that they did.

Neil could read Andrew well.

Neil looked thoroughly fucked when they made their way downstairs, love bites blooming down his neck and over his collarbones. His hair was mussed all ways to hell and his lips were flushed red and bruised.

Yet, he looked happy. He nuzzled close to Andrew, pleased with their proximity and the smell of smoke that clung to Andrew’s closed.

Aaron groaned out loud when he saw Neil, immediately retreating to his girlfriends dorm. Kevin was at Wymacks, going over strategies. He had asked Neil to come in the morning but Neil had declined, saying he wanted to spend the day with Andrew. Andrew had not hidden his pleased smirk from Kevin.

They lay together on the couch, Andrew sitting against the arm of the sofa, his bent legs spread apart, Neil tucked comfortable between them, pressing his back against Andrew’s chest. Andrew held both of Neil’s hands between his own on Neil’s stomach.

He leaned forward, his lips next to Neil’s ear,

“I hate you,” He mumbled,

Neil grinned, “I know,”

They watched an entrancing documentary about the species of whales that populated the big blue deep, and David Attenboroughs voice droned in the bubble that they had blown up around them.

Slowly they drifted off, and Andrew woke with a gasp, Neil curled to the side, in the same position as before, someone had draped his blanket over them, presumable Aaron, and all the lights were switched off except for the distant kitchen light. It’s yellow bulb let out a continues static hum.

Neil stirred between his legs, he also woke up, blinking his eyes open and sitting up.

“Wha’ time is it?” He mumbled, his drowsiness deepening his voice.

“Late,” Andrew responsed.

“Let’s get to bed,”

“Fine,”

And so, they stumbled from the couch to the bed, hauling their still warm blanket with them.

“I love you,”

Andrew thought, as he stared at the small smile that carved dimples into Neils cheeks, as he tripped over the trails of their blanket, laughing quietly as to not wake Aaron and Kevin. He flopped down on the bed, dragging Andrew behind him to settle behind his back, against the wall.

“I love you,”

He thought again as Neil settled close to him, pulling Andrew’s hand over his waist. Andrew pressed close to his back, pushing his arm under Neil’s neck to hold his air-knife under Neil’s pillow instead.

He should have felt uncomfortable, scared even, at the contact but he could not help but feel like they lived in the Kiss - Klimt, loved and in love.

He dragged the blanket over their shoulders till it kissed their noses. He shut his eyes and slept, his breathing copying the steady breaths Neil took.

—

Of course, as always, his peace was ruined.

Pig - (5 new messages)

The offending text glared from his phone screen, too bright and grainy for the morning.

Andrew sighed, opening his phone.

Pig

[14:57] He’s willing to meet.

[15:25] The day after tomorrow good? @ Palmetto? A café nearby. Let me know a good one.

[17:04] Andrew, come on. I need to let him know.

[19:48] Andrew, I’ll choose a loc. if you won’t.

[22:13] Day after tomorrow. @Café Peacock - 13:30. Good ratings, good coffee, good pastries.

He walked towards the kitchen, passing his phone to Aaron, open to Higgins’ texts.

“Oh,” Aaron said. “That’s tomorrow.”

“Astute observation.” Andrew deadpanned.

“Shut the fuck up,” Aaron said, “Andrew, what do you think of all this? You - Aaron paused, - never said anything,”

“What could I think about this? For now he is nothing, I will decide when I meet him, he could also not be like us Aaron.” Andrew didn’t have to say it. Aaron knew he what meant, ‘Fucked up like we are,’

“Ok,” Aaron said, feeling oddly releived, “Then I agree, we will see when we meet him,”

Andrew nodded,

“Andrew, I want you to know, that I - Aaron hesitated - heard what you said to Josten.”

Andrew tensed. His hand clenched tightly, shoved deep in his sweatpants pocket. Between his fingers he clenched a stray strand of thread, it burned where it tightened around his fingers.

“He could never replace you, just so you know, you and I, we’ve been through more together than he ever could go through with us, we’re bonded you know.” Aaron continued, “For life,” he clarified.

Andrew clenched his teeth, “Taking notes from Bee I see,”

“I’m being serious Andrew, I know you don’t believe me, but maybe if I say it-” Aaron said, rushed and quick.

Andrew held up his hand, “I don’t care,” His hand trembled slightly in the air.

Aaron sighed, “Okay,” He knew that Andrew had heard him. That Andrew would process the information at his own pace. He knew that getting irritated would not help the situation. So he forced himself to breathe and calm down.

Before Aaron could leave the room Andrew spoke up, “If I catch you listening in on me and Josten again I swear on your mothers dead body you will wake up with your laptop burning at the foot of your bed.”

Aaron turned back to Andrew, a ‘Really dude?’, look on his face.

Andrew stuck up his middle finger and Aaron walked off, feeling slightly lighter after their conversation.

—

Andrew had not asked Neil to come, he knew Neil would not have wanted to anyways, but still he felt like he was hiding something when he left the house, Aaron with him as they walked together, side-by-side.

to be added

Them meeting

Foxes reaction

Andrew being an angst machine

brothers having a moment

getting to know each other

andreil is not a main focus but it is an important factor

#fanfiction #fanfiction idea thing #look im procrastinating studying like crazy and i need people to enable me to procrastinate further #andreil #andrew minyard #neil josten #aftg #just a fun li'l idea #totally not gonna spiral #i mean it's only at 2000 words #but there's still a lot that's gonna happen #also art references that i barely understand myself

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labyrynth · 8 months

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/mention of atypical eating disorder (arfid)

so my mom thought the best decision she could make this morning was to tell her child. who has had an eating disorder for literally 90% of their life (this is not an exaggeration). who already cannot eat 90% of foods (also not an exaggeration).

that one of their staple breakfast foods is a “once in a while food” that they should not be eating regularly.

her suggestion as for what i could have for breakfast instead?

a glass of milk.

#moi #personal #arfid tag #eating disorders #i had commented that we were out of said food #to nobody in particular! i was just thinking about what to eat and observing that we were in fact out of it #and she got all huffy and for whatever reason #felt the need to comment on that and tell me very sternly that she would not be buying (cough enabling) that food #like ???? i didn’t fucking ask you to??? why did you feel the need to make snide remarks about what i eat????#and then she got upset when i (inevitably) didn’t respond well to her suggestion that i further restrict what i eat??????#moms minding their own business challenge (failed)

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prince-of-khrysalis · 2 years

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Hi I would like to hear abt ur ocs 👀

cracks knuckles, TYSM FOR ENABLING ME! I have a whole lotta ocs so I think for this ask I'll just pick a few so I don't write a whole novel at once! A few pirates of mine! If anyone wants a wizard post of the same nature... (;

Let's start with my love my light my darling, Desiderius Calamitas! My resident musketeer. This guy.

Desi is, in a sense, my 'main' pirate! This is The Pirate! Born and raised in Monquista, he had it pretty rough being a non-native and dealing with Monquista's... shall we say exclusionary tendencies. Being a gorgon and growing up to feel ashamed of it and hide this at ALL times, along with being treated like some dangerous feral beast, Desi left the instant he could. Which was when he turned 18 and hijacked a pirate ship, effectively coercing the crew into handing over power as a trade-off for saving them from a close call with the Armada. He's a megalomaniac, it's true. With a love for all things bright and sparkly and pink and oh, he just wants to be a pirate yk?? He takes over as Captain to a reluctant crew and ends up slowly becoming a very infamous and wanted figure. Because he's a menace to society<3! A smart chessmaster, but naive and vain and the holder of a megalomaniac complex. Lovely little man. He wants to take over Monquista someday, but for now? He will happily settle for having the highest bounty possible by the Armada (and trying to figure out how guns work haha help he's never done this before).

MOVING ON! To one of his crewmates! Marion Merripen! (Desi's boyfriend cough cough) Who is the crew "witchdoctor", though in reality? He's a necromancer with a hatred of his own magic and is far more inclined to act as the crew's medic. Having been raised for a time by a Marleybonian doctor, he has medical knowledge and is in charge of keeping everyone else in one piece... mostly. Though he's been a pirate for longer, he doesn't seem all that interested in fame or fortune. Rather it's just... what he knows, after being picked up as a younger teen for the crew to get him away from Marleybone. Why away from Marleybone, besides it being hell on earth? Marion is a fae! Specifically, the son of a faerie and a merrow, a hybrid who can't help but stand out and... does not bode well with worlds like MB who can't hide their judgements. So he became a pirate instead. It was a nice outlet for his INTENSE repressed anger! He's a very grumpy fella, but he has plenty of reason to be, even if he's a touch too rough and mean at times. So a vulgar and fairly mean goth who's also in charge of patching ya up after ya get stabbed on the job for the millionth time, good luck!! And how about the starter antagonist, General Achille, (Desi's other boyfriend cough cough) someone who Desi and co. assume is a member of Kane's court. A 7ft tall battle angel General, who, after one too many disturbances, is tasked with finding and capturing Desi and his crew. Or killin him. Whichever comes first, the Armada isn't picky. Achille opts for the second option more often than not. There's a few issues though. Issue number one is that Desi is IMMEDIATELY taken by the sight of him, falling head over heels for the person trying to murder him weekly and finding him to just be the most radiant man to ever walk the Spiral. Achille has no fucking clue what any of that means, but over time Desi's weird reactions and constant flirting strike up a bit of, gasp, fondness?? Perhaps? And he starts to look forward to their encounters a bit, perhaps. Maybe. The other issue is that Achille is... not a clockwork, not that this is common knowledge. The crew doesn't have time to think about this while he's trying to slice them in half. But raised under the 'care' of the Armada since he was terribly young (after he lost his mother, three guesses as to how), he was taken in as a pet project. His sun magic being seen as a potential weapon to be wielded. Essentially brainwashing him for his entire life to be the perfect solider and question no orders, to not think for himself. But no one knows this. Not even Achille, having fallen so deep into the trance that he truly sees himself as a machine and needs to work to regain his humanity. Woo! After all, those clockwork wings attached to his back sure speak another story, huh?

#I WROTE SO MUCH AND I WANNA KEEP GOING NYALL ENABLE ME FURTHER!!#Literally just wrote about the boyfriends lmfao I love my little awful men #So to summarize #Desi is mad with power Marion drinks all his problems away and Achille takes years to realize he's even a living person #Love these guys #pirate101 #my ocs #p101

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