#arknights spoilers

[cerastes]

Ok, CN spoilers, but

Insane, Medic Amiya class change and “Civilight Eterna”, who is Theresa at first glance, but the Operator name being Civilight Eterna makes me think it’s the actual crown manifesting a body in the likeness of Theresa instead of actually Theresa. A Soul of Cinder kinda deal.

#arknights spoilers

[supremenadeem]

AHAHAHAHAHA NO FUCKING WAY

#arknights #arknights spoilers

[thegreatyin]

arturia voice ohhhhhhh this goat is so doomed by the narrative rn

#he's so small. he is as tall as five apples and he weighs 2 ounces maximum #yin-thoughts #arknights #arknights spoilers #loosely? kinda? just a page from the arturia manga i really liked. because im never not obsessed with those tragic goat boys

[ricotyrell]

#arknights #arknights spoilers #tammy posts

[apolunatic]

i need her so bad

#THIS IS EVERYTHING #arknights #arknights spoilers #arknights cn spoilers #mantra

[burstfoot]

The girls are baaaack

#arknights #franka #liskarm #arknights spoilers

[wolfgirlfloof]

why are you looking at another woman's thighs viviana? why are you looking at her incredibly dexterous hands? and her beautiful smile and shining eyes? while dreamy as hell music plays? do you have something you want to tell us

#arknights #arknights spoilers #WHY ARE YOU BLUSHING SO MUCH VIVIANA #THINKING EMOJI #SERIOUSLY. my god #n e way this slapped

[akakris10]

How kind of you, to take my hands, to make me regret, and ultimately save me the pain of mourning you.

How kind of you, Theresa.

#arknights #theresa arknights #doctor arknights #akadraws #arknights spoilers #arknights cn spoilers

[legofrans]

I think the obvious solution here would be to combine both of your bloodlines, no?

#arknights #ch 13 spoilers #arknights spoilers #talulah preggers NOW

[cherry-blossomtea]

reposting this because I can't find my original upload and my friend just did M8-8 so it's relevant again.

#arknights #my art #<tagging this time so i can find it fucks sake #self rb #not really but #close enough #arknights spoilers #veramax art

[laguzmage]

obsessed obsessed obsessed with how Jessica runs away from being a rich girl to join a PMC and earn a name for herself and it doesn't pan out and the literal next thing she does is rob a bank. Never do things halfway

#Arknights #Arknights spoilers #Jessica (Arknights)

[cerastes]

Possibly the funniest boss pop-up in the game so far.

Game really said “Boss preview: This woman fucking sucks”.

#arknights spoilers #in case #kristen #arknights

[rontra]

she didn't let you

#arknights #saria #arknights spoilers #<- is that a tag i should be using. idk. event came out like Yesterday i dont knowMDHBJ #me n my wife (lone trail) 🥰 #ft. jara and olivia

[kc5rings]

So she kinda got glanced over in the new chapter excitement but uh, I think we all need to take a real close look at Vendela, the new healer

5 star incantation medic! Neat! She seems to have a spinning sawblade on her healing staff which is concerning but not that out of pocket for Rhodes, let’s look a little closer and-

Oh.

Oh she’s a little fucked up actually

We know those eyes, we know them very well

The only person with eyes like that to my knowledge is our very own Amiya.

Things only get more concerning when you look at her headpiece, that is what appears to be a crown that is half “Civilight Eterna” and half “White Flower Crown.” Two of the more concerning IS collectibles

Civilight doesn’t need much introduction, we know it’s bad news but the white flower crown’s description is no less concerning

“Used in Vampire rituals it’s once vibrant redness has been sucked empty”

When Vendela uses her abilities in game, the flowers on her crown pulse from red back to white as she deals damage to enemies and pumps health into allies

All of these alarming implications lead me to a terrifying theory, that for her sake I hope is wrong

She’s also a Chimera.

The Sanguinarch is trying to make his own heir to the throne, one with Vampire ancestry, to claim dominion over all Sarkaz

And he’s draping this poor woman in thorned rose vines with drained dry blooms to do it

#arknights #arknights spoilers #CN spoilers #I noticed the crown and then started noticing more about her design and things started clicking in place #I get the feeling this ladies story is gonna be a rough one #Vendela

[melfiiis]

kal'tsit ur weird necromantic wife is coming home!!

#calling the shots now if Eterna isn't actually theresa but rather her homunculus corpse assuming a new life i'm winning #theresa's likely still living on in amiya anyways so it makes sense that Eterna might just be a separate existence #i NEED that kal'tsit unhealthy coping yuri #arknights #theresa #theresa arknights #eterna #eterna arknights #arknights spoilers #my art

[burstfoot]

Your name is Kristen Wright. You’re barely 10. You’re at the outdoor funeral for your parents, a pair of genius scientists that Terra will never see again. You’ve spent the last two weeks giving false smiles to women and men who pretend to grieve them while spending every moment they think you’re not looking lauding them for their ‘foolishness’ and ‘hubris’. Sitting amongst a crowd of these intellectuals, your feel nothing looking at their crocodile tears, knowing they’re just happy there’s less competition for next year’s grants. Your new guardian grabs onto your hand in an attempt to grant you a modicum of comfort. You stare blankly at the sky above.

You’ve never felt so alone. You don’t think this feeling will ever go away.

Your name is Joyce Moore. You can hardly communicate anymore. Your best friend killed herself trying to replicate the experiment that gave you permanent brain damage. Every scientist at Rhine Lab now treats you like a child at best, and an animal at worst. Your parents have not come to see you. None of your colleagues seem to understand that you are still you, with a sense of humour, good taste in TV shows, and fucking feelings, god damn it.

You’ve never felt so alone. You don’t think this feeling will ever go away.

Your name is Ferdinand Clooney. You’ve lost everything you’ve ever worked for in a futile grab for power. The department of defense has you by the dick after saving you from a group of Pioneers who (justifiably) nearly beat you half to death. It’s playing fiddle to their whims or the rest of your life in prison - or, most realistically, a tragic accident report. Your aspirations aren’t within your reach anymore, and you know that it’s your fault. You will never be Kristen Wright, and it’s eating you alive.

You’ve never felt so alone. You don’t think this feeling will ever go away.

Your name is Parvis Ahrens. You’re not that old. You’re only 58. But you’re losing your mind. Every day, a little more slips away. You rely more and more on encyclopedic entries for information you took immense pride in knowing from your heart. You’ve spent the last few years focused on the pursuit of progress of all else. As part of this, you manipulated your star pupil in an attempt to permanently get her under your wing, outside of the influence of the Defense Director, a weak-hearted woman everyone else seems to think is cold as ice. She has years of life to change Columbian science. You don’t.

You’ve never felt so alone. You don’t think this feeling will ever go away.

Your name is Jara B. Wilson. You feel like you don’t see the girl who lived for you with so long in Kristen anymore. You’re a washed-up movie star, working for her cause above all else. Do you have anything that you’re working for for yourself anymore? She’ll be gone soon. You know that.

She hasn’t even left yet, and you’ve never felt so alone. You don’t think this feeling will ever go away once she leaves.

Your name is Nasti Londrey. Your people have never had a home. They might never have a home.

You’ve always felt alone. You will always be alone. That’s fine.

Your name is Justin Fitzroy Jr. Your dad died a week ago, and the cure has just been found for the hereditary illness that threatens to cut your lifespan in half. It was found by accident.

The sword of Damacles no longer hangs above your neck. Why then, do you still feel so alone?

Your name is Loken Williams. You reach out to a girl you tortured, who you know can’t remember what you did to her, because you’re going to die soon, and you need someone to remember what you did with your life.

Even if she kills you, at least you won’t die alone.

Your name is Trevor Friston. It’s been thousands of years down here. You just want to see your daughter again, and it will be another thousand until you do.

You’re very familiar with the loneliness that wraps around every single nanometer of your circuit board.

Your name is Dorothy Franks. Your whole family was killed in a Catastrophe. Your name is Elena Urbica. Your whole family, besides your twin sister, has disowned you. Your drive yourself head-first into the sciences to distract yourself from the loneliness.

Your name is Ho’olheyak. Centuries of ancestral memories swarm around your mind. Because of this, your lifespan was cut to a fraction of the life you should be living. You are obsessed with the history of your people, and you resent them from tearing your life away from you. You tear over books and tomes of history to find all means of unspeakable knowledge, hoping that somewhere in there you’ll find something that you can connect to.

You don’t even know you’re lonely.

Your name is Muelsyse.

You saw the writing on the wall. Saria and Kristen just had a massive fight. You’ve been drifting apart since college, but the only two people who you’ve felt a real connection to on all of Terra will hardly speak to each other anymore. Do you try and mend what happened between them? Can you? You don’t know what to do besides take all means to protect yourself in the fallout. You wish you weren’t so paranoid, so self-centered, that all you know how to do is ensure your own safety.

Is there anything on Terra for you besides loneliness?

Your name is Ifrit. It’s cold, and quiet, and you’re pretty sure you’ve killed everyone around you. Your eyes are blurred, you hands are shaky, and shards of black crystal stick out all over your body. Before you pass out, you think one thing:

Hell, you might be alone, but at least those bastard whitecoats got what was coming to them.

Your name is Olivia Silence. You pull yourself out of the rubble in a destroyed laboratory, where you see Saria looming over Ifrit, beaten half-to-death. You beat yourself up for thinking you could trust her - that she was there to protect Ifrit, and you. You can’t trust anyone in Columbia. You run to embrace Ifrit with your entire body, to protect her from the cold eyes of Saria standing above her. You look back at her with nothing but fear in your eyes.

You’ve never felt so alone. You have to get Ifrit out of Rhine.

Your name is Saria. You’re barely 8 years old. You went your father in tears, as a group of bullies came after you and destroyed your toy car. He tells you to stop crying. You’re not accomplishing anything by throwing a fit in front of him. He tells you to fight back - take responsibility for your weakness.

You’ve never felt so alone.

You won’t ever be this weak again.

Staring up at the sky, looking up as Kristen’s ark sends her out through the hole she tore in the false sky, you know that you were foolish to believe you could bypass your own weakness through sheer will.

And you’ll be lonely for the rest of your life without her.

#arknights #fic #(i suppose. this is moreso like. an appreciation post in prose form) #arknights spoilers #lone trail spoilers #lone trail #your name is Mayer Stony. honestly you’re doing completely fine