Out of all names fucking possible. Es chose John. John
Anyways he's iconic. And has a college degree
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guys. guys am i thinking of some fanon bullshit or. or did. or did Schlatt allow Tommy into Manburg.. because of Tubbo's pregnancy excuse... and just. accepted him being there because he's Tubbo obstetrician pregnancy doctor guy .
was that a thing. i swear to GOD that was a thing
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hhhhholy shit
[id: a tweet from Brianna Lei @ brii_u, which reads: "I have an idea for one more game in this series! I won't be making it anytime soon, though.
//end id]
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i thought i started a new fic last night but I woke up this morning to check it and it is not there i ONLY DREAMT ABOUT STARTING A NEW WIP
IT SHOULD BE IN MY DOCUMENTS DAMNIT
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thinking about this excellent post by @nothingwithdignity , and this excellent post by @pocketgalaxies, and chewing through my walls thinking about the distinctions of giving in and giving up and letting go. and about control, even the dregs of it, up until the last bitter second.
Imogen is holding onto so much, so tightly. Imogen is white knuckling it through so much of her life. I've joked about her getting ruthless and terrifying in battles, about destressing and decompressing but- even at her most furious, even pressing buttons and blinded by adrenaline. Imogen has always been choosing, whenever she can.
She couldn't control the nightmares, she couldn't control the voices, she couldn't control getting the powers at all. She can't even control the way fear and love and rage bubble up inside of her.
But she can choose- when to use her powers and abilities. And who to use them on. When things get dicey, she chooses- coldly, quickly, smoothly, a little handful of control in a raging storm.
And then that fucking battle-
In order, the degradation of control, the degradation of choice. Is devastating.
Trying to run. Trying to fight. Trying to kill. Trying to negotiate.
Trying to give up.
Trying to give up.
A losing choice is still a choice you make. Imogen could not demand her friends safety in exchange for herself. (She was still trying to demand it. She was still trying, so hard, to force it, force anything. Grasping at straws. Grasping at a semblance of control.)
Otohan says, "Is she your favorite?" and Imogen-
(Grasping. Scrabbling hands, bloodied fingertips, anything, ANYTHING-)
"I'll go with you! I give in!" And Imogen smiles, like she's still trying to charm, like it will sweeten the deal. Like there's a deal at all. "Please don't hurt her."
(A losing deal is still a deal. Offering yourself is distinct from being taken.)
"Ah but see, you don't just choose to give in. You let go, when the moment's right."
(To be nitpicky: Giving in implies some control over the outcome. Letting go-)
Laudna falls. (To be nitpicky: Otohan kills her.)
Imogen doesn't let go. Imogen doesn't let go. Imogen has been trying, for at least three rounds, with increasing desperation, to give in, to give up, to let go, compromising and compromising and getting laid bare and letting rope run out of her hands. But it hasn't run out, yet. She's still holding on, to something, anything, hands painted in blood. Its not all hers.
Imogen doesn't let go. She fails a save. The storm takes her. The storm takes her. The storm takes her.
(There is a difference between letting go, and losing your grip.)
What does it mean- what does it mean- when you have everything to lose, when you have lost everything-
and you still, can't quite, let go.
What does that make you?
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