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idlerin · 1 year

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RAINY DAYS

w/ neighbor!suna rintarou x f!reader

suna rintarou was a good friend, he tucked your hair aside as he wrapped it around a towel, attempting to dry it after it suddenly rained on your way home from school and neither of you thought to bring umbrellas that day, resulting into him hastily grabbing your hand and running all the way to his house, yours was a bit farther. he sat you down on a chair and gave you your favorite snack to occupy you with as he left to change into some dry clothes, tossing you some of his spare clothes for you to wear. now you sat beside him as he figures out how to properly dry your hair, it’s clear he’s never had to maintain long hair before. you could just say that you can do it on your own but you were too amused that he was trying to do so.

suna rintarou was a cute friend, he lent you his jacket while you waited for him on the bleachers in the gym. volleyball practice was ending later than usual and you didn’t mind waiting for him to go home together because 1. it was raining 2. it was cold (hence, him lending you his jacket) and 3. you weren’t used to going home without him anymore. the team was divided into two for practice, you jokingly cheered on atsumu who was on the opposing team. you laugh as rintarou glares at you, you screech “thats my baby!” when suna’s team won making him the target for teasing. right after, he walks to you and flicks your forehead, muttering, “that was embarrassing” with his ears tinted red.

suna rintarou was an annoying friend, the both of you fought the other day and still haven’t made up. there you were, speakers blasting your favorite song, blocking out the sound of heavy rain and hopefully blocking your thoughts from going to a certain fox eyed guy, and failing. frowning as you scroll through twitter, why won’t he just leave your mind for 5 freaking minutes! thud thud you glance at your window and catch as another pebble leaves another thud on it. you walk towards it to see what was going on, you see a familiar tall figure in a raincoat holding a big soaking sign with ‘i’m sorry’ written on it. you open your window, rain still pouring down really hard as you shout at him, “you have really shitty handwriting!” he looks up and smiles at you, and you bite your lip to resist from smiling back. you should really let him in though, but that doesn’t mean you forgive him. yet. (he got a fever because of this, you were guilty because it was partly your fault and personally went to his house everyday to check up on him. you eventually forgive him because you couldn’t stay mad at him for long.)

suna rintarou wasn’t just a friend, you realize with your head on his chest and his arms around your waist as the both of you watch the most recent dumb horror film on another rainy evening. you overreact when a character does a thing you shout at the screen for them not to do. rintarou laughs every time. you find out that his laugh was something you want to hear all the time.

suna rintarou really wasn’t just a friend, you think as you watch him frantically explain to you that the girl you just saw kiss him didn’t mean anything to him and that he was surprised when she did that because he just rejected her and that he immediately pushed her away. you stop him with a “why are you explaining?” that sounded awfully bitter. he answers still, staring directly into your eyes, “because i wouldn’t have been fine if i saw some other guy kiss you.”

suna rintarou didn’t want you to be just a friend.

a/n — im in need of loving

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moonlit-imagines · 1 year

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Headcanons for being Matt Murdock’s child (Part 4)

Matt Murdock x child!reader

warnings:

a/n: thank you guys so much for waiting patiently for this!!! (except for that one anon who got an attitude with me for not writing this fast enough for them if you’re reading this, learn some manners) anyways, so glad that i finally finished daredevil, now i just gotta push through the last few defenders shows (and catch up on everything else i’ve missed in the past year. haha. fuck.

prompt:

part 1 part 2 part 3

everything was just so shitty.

you had to hold it together and pretend like your dad was just on a very long work trip

it wasn’t like you didn’t plan for this. i mean, you had a dozen notes in his handwriting ready for any occasion, just in case something unexpected happened

to whom it may concern, i have been hired by a client residing in california for an undisclosed amount of time. i will be leaving my child, y/n murdock, in the care of their godfather, franklin nelson. due to my condition, i have granted mr. nelson legal permission to make decisions on y/n’s behalf if i am ever unable to, including this period in time. if you have any questions, please call. matthew murdock.

you read that page over and over again while foggy shuffled around your dad’s apartment, gathering all of your stuff and anything of your dad’s you’d want to hang onto

“you know, marci is fixing up the guest room to be more…you. i think when you see it you’re gonna love it” -foggy

you were half spaced out trying to wrap your head around everything

and you were still so pissed off

it made foggy feel even more guilty

“i got their father killed. if i didn’t bring him that suit, given him my blessing, he’d still be here to raise his kid” -foggy

“you’re being too hard on yourself, foggy bear. the others made it out, he chose to stay. that’s not on you” -marci

“it doesn’t feel like that. i mean, every time i look at y/n i feel like they blame me” -foggy

“blame you? y/n loves you. you’ve always been there for them and they are well aware of that” -marci

you kind of hated karen for a while

i know it’s harsh, but almost every time you saw her, she wanted to give you hope instead of helping you grieve

“maybe he’s still out there somewhere, sweetie” -karen, attempting an embrace

you just wanted her to ditch your old apartment and let you move on with what you had left

on a more lighthearted note, you’d always been welcome in the nelson family

“y/n! honey, come here! lord, foggy, y/n looks like you’ve been starvin’ them!” -foggy’s mom

“aw, no, uncle foggy’s—” -you

“nonsense, dear. theo! fix your lovely [niece/nephew/nibling] a sandwich!” -momma nelson

“mom—” -foggy

“don’t even start, y/n’s in our kitchen now. the nelson meats kitchen”

you always felt best surrounded by all that love

meanwhile, your father laid in the church you grew up with. and no intention of calling you up

“matthew, your child. where are they?” -sister maggie

“they’re safe, safer than they’ve ever been” -matt

you had your days ever since midland circle’s collapse though

some days you could be okay, just getting by. you knew deep down you’d be losing him soon, and you were well prepared

other days were violent fits of rage and sorrow, punching bags and screaming and crying

and a time or two, you’d do it in front of foggy

“he left me! he left me for her and he didn’t even say goodbye! and i’m supposed to forgive him?! fuck him, he chose to do this to me, he’s a piece of shit and he i’m glad he’s gone!” -you, screaming through sobs in the middle of the night

foggy would grab you so tight and wouldn’t let go until you were calm again

and marci would cry to herself as she listened, not fully able to process all of your emotions

but she tried as best as she could, she just didn’t have the deep bond you and foggy did (but she definitely did everything she could for you)

she’d have lil lunch dates with you, just you two

“foggy tells me you got another 100 on your test? that’s always a good thing, especially in a class as tough as that” -marci

“yeah, foggy’s kind of my cheerleader when it comes to that stuff” -you

“any ideas for the day? i could take you to a salon or a game…maybe an arcade or a movie?” -marci

honestly you couldn’t express to her how much she really helped you get through the day

foggy and theo came up with the idea to hire you at the sandwich shop, that way you had something to keep you busy and foggy felt less pressured to help out there

it did help get your mind off things—until little whispers of a familiar vigilante started popping up

the day foggy found out matt was still alive…he wanted to kill him for you

“you’re back! does karen know? oh, matt, y/n’s gonna be so happy, they—they’ve been so down since it all happened—” -foggy

“slow down, foggy. i’m…not actually back. matt murdock, he’s gone” -matt

foggy started to get very frustrated by matt’s explanation

“hold on just a second here, matt. your child—for months on end—has been grieving the loss of their father, wishing they could have him back. i’ve done everything i can to keep that kid afloat, destroyed myself watching them fall apart…and you’re not even gonna consider seeing y/n?” -foggy, beginning to raise his voice and hit the table

“they’re safer without me. just keep them far away from fisk. please.” -matt

foggy didn’t even want to mention it to you. he felt awful keeping secrets from you, but knowing your father was out there and wouldn’t see you? after sacrificing himself for elektra? you’d be a mess

but it didn’t stay secret for long once you and foggy were questioned together by the FBI

you kept cool about it in front of agent nadeem, playing along just right. but once that door closed

“he’s alive?! he’s alive and you just didn’t tell me?! and he met with you, why the hell hasn’t he seen me yet?!” -you, weakly trying to attack foggy as you began to cry, he pulled you in for a hug

“i’m sorry, kid. i’m so sorry. i don’t have a lot of answers right now” -foggy

“where is he? i want to see him” -you

you knew the moment you saw him you’d unleash hell

matt did feel guilty not reuniting with you, you were his only child and you just experienced the same pain he had as a child, but he kept justifying it as “protecting you” much to the sister’s dismay

and plans were hashed not long after, you were left out of them all and put under marci’s care

chinese takeout and a tv show marathon was a great plan until you both picked up your phones, shocked to see an attack going on where your friends and family were supposed to be

you were terrified, but you saw marci terrified, too. you were there for her the same way she always was for you

things blew over, you got out of the house to clear your head

matt went back to the church, still hellbent on ending all this

“matthew…i think you should see y/n. think of all they’ve been through, to see you again would, well, it would be a blessing” -sister maggie

“i have to keep them as far away from this as i can” -matt

“they won’t get too far, being a murdock and all. it’s not just your nature, it’s the name. that name is being thrown around everywhere, maybe you could do the protecting this once” -maggie

“can’t risk it, especially not after this imposter daredevil is on the loose. no morals, no self control, he’s dangerous” -matt

“matthew, what would you do if your father ended up being alive after believing he was gone for so long?” -maggie

that happened to put things into perspective, just the one question

unfortunately he got a bit sidetracked overhearing the prayers of maggie, his mother

but matt couldn’t run or hide from you anymore, couldn’t demand foggy keep you away

so he showed up at foggy’s apartment, knocking on the door gently as he knew you were the only one home

when you looked through the peephole, you saw a battered version of your dad, nothing changes

but you flung that door open so fast and…punched him in the chest a dozen times

“you—piece of shit—motherfucker—how could you?! i hate you! i hate you! selfish asshole!” -you

he let it happen, he thought it’d make you feel better until you wore yourself out

“where the hell were you?” -you, sobbing

“doesn’t matter, i’m here now” -matt

“no, you aren’t. you always have something else come up. always” -you

what an inconvenient time for his phone to ring

you heard the message, you knew he had to be somewhere

that was the first time you felt in the loop in a while, though. hearing the message of where he needed to be. that was all you wanted, was to know what was going on. it was the tiny bit of control you needed

there was nothing glamorous about this life, for sure. the idea of him being out there still made you sick.

fogwell’s gym was the next place you saw him, with agent nadeem and foggy

“really exciting being on fisk’s shitlist, huh?” -you to nadeem, fidgeting with old equipment

“cut it out, y/n” -matt

“what? this isn’t our first time around the block, that’s why we’re hiding here” -you

it’d been a while since you’d been here, you used to hang out cuz “abandoned shit is cool”

you were currently taking your anger and anxiety out on a punching bag, revisiting your old karate lessons from way back when

*while talking testimony with nadeem and foggy* “that is…so distracting. hang on, let me just—” -matt, stopping when his arm was grabbed

“no, they need this. leave it alone” -foggy

matt sighed an nodded, feeling like he was in no place to parent at the moment

karen decided to stand with you and watch

“so…you were right” -you

“you don’t seem too happy about that” -karen

“believe me, wish i could be. but do you recognize him? like, really?” -you

“i…i know. he’s changed. but maybe once this all blows over…i think he’ll go back to himself. be a friend—a dad again” -karen

“sure as hell not to me” -you, scoffing “he’s done picking and choosing when he can be my father. i was always supposed to come first”

karen understood. she knew exactly what you meant and she felt it so deeply, but she wanted for you what she couldn’t have anymore

you hadn’t stopped hitting the punching bag as you talked to her

“can i get it a whirl?” -karen

she got a few good hits in, they were noticed by present company

from there, you stuck with foggy. the least likely of the bunch to get shot!

and court did not go spectacularly either, making you feel just as on edge as before

“y/n, listen, i’m not gonna let anyone hurt you. have they ever gotten to you before? no, and it’s gonna stay that way” -matt, cupping your face in his hands to hold as if it were the last, which it was starting to feel that way for the both of you

“you’re not good at promises. you’re gonna leave again” -you, tears beginning to stream down your face

“no, no. well, yeah, for a little bit. it’s fine, y/n, we’re gonna be fine. i love you, okay?” -matt

foggy took you home and you just shut down again. and although there was a LOT of work to do, marci and foggy always made time for you

“y/n, foggy’s making dinner. you wanna help me make dessert? i’m thinking…cupcakes?” -marci

“do we have the good frosting?” -you

“of course, kiddo, i’d never let us run out” -marci, winking

she got a smile out of you and you rushed to the kitchen with her, which lifted both of their spirits of course

but nothing could be calm forever, bodies dropped every minute and you could only wonder “was that my dad?”

and lord help him, he asked for it every day

especially when, after a few more issues arose, he marched straight into the presidential hotel with faux-daredevil

“you…you keep my secret…keep away from my friends…my kid!” -matt

“heh…your kid. ever think they’re gonna follow in your footsteps? you’ll be long gone, i’ll still be here. with them. maybe they’ll be out for revenge, who knows?” -fisk

“you say anything else, vanessa goes down with you. it’s over, fisk. now swear to me, my kid is safe!” -matt

“i swear…just leave vanessa out of it, i’ll leave y/n out of it” -fisk, surrendering

you were watching the news as it happened, stunned, shocked, in awe. it was better than the last time

“foggy let me drink last time they put fisk away” -you

“jesus, weren’t you like, thirteen?” -marci “i mean, now’s fine, that’s about the age i started partying. what the hell? i’ll get the good stuff out. just a little bit though, dont get your hopes up”

(it was like four “little bits” but you weren’t complaining)

you knew it was coming and you acted surprised anyways

“y/n. i am the shittiest dad in the world” -matt

“well aware” -you, arms crossed after he started the conversation that way

“just another chance. i wanna be your dad, i wanna be there for you, you’re like, the best kid anyone could ask for. foggy’s gotta feel pretty lucky having you around” -matt

“last time i gave you another chance to be in my life, you gave it up for elektra. a second time—third if. you count law school” -you

“she’s gone, out of the picture. died under midland circle” -matt, sort of comically waving her off in front of you like he was over it

“yeah? you survived it. and she came back from the dead. how do i know she isn’t gonna pop up out of nowhere again and ruin our relationship again” -you

“i can’t stress enough how little everything matters compared to you right now. i’ll do anything, y/n. i can’t lose you again” -matt

god, you were angry with every word that came out of this mouth. same old spiel. but then again

“i don’t wanna lose you again” -you

matt grinned at you

“i bet you’re smiling back at me” -matt

“you’re on really thin ice, like paper thin. you better cut it out” -you

“that’s fair, i’ll stop…for now” -matt

you did have to go to father lanthom’s funeral, which was a drag. you may not have asked him for as much forgiveness as your dad, but he was still a pretty big part of your life

“hey, y/n. i know i forgot to mention this…but sister maggie? you know her, she’s around. i just found out she’s your grandmother” -matt

“good one” -you, pretending to laugh. matt didn’t laugh though. “you’re not joking? man, you’re telling me that nun is your mom…and you found out when?”

you all went to nelson’s meats afterwards

“so, you make a mean sandwich, i heard” -matt

“im off the clock” -you “and i don’t serve the blind”

“wow, dark! you know that’s discrimination, right? we could take you to court over that. nelson, murdock and page’s first case?” -foggy

“ok, noted. no more blind jokes…is it sound if i don’t serve vigilantes?” -you

“yeah, it’d hold up better in court. having the right to refuse service to anyone” -matt

“hold on, i still can’t get over the fact y/n just said they hate blind people” -karen, nearly snorting

“did not! i’ve only historically hated to blind people…” -you, being stared at for an answer “stick? right, you know?”

“who?” -karen

“alright, can we get back to mourning with nelson’s meats? i mean, we work hard to bury those sorrows in your stomachs” -foggy

“hey! that can be the new slogan!” -you “and your new law firm’s can be ‘we sue teenagers’”

these happened to be your people. no matter what you all went through, you always ended up back here.

BONUS

“can i meet him? spiderman? pleaaaase?” -you

“how many times have we been over this. i didn’t let you meet jessica and i’m not gonna let you meet peter, do you want me to get disbarred?” -matt

BONUS (PT2)

“you’re coming back to new york, right?” -you, over the phone

“of course i am, i told you i just owed a favor to someone out here, i’ll be home soon” -matt

“foggy says that he will take me back if you bail again, and he doesn’t care if i’m legally an adult either” -you

“well, too bad, he can’t have you” -matt

“please don’t tell me you and the she-hulk lady are quote-unquote, ‘friends’” -you

“how do you do that?” -matt

“you’re predictable” -you

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kermitbread · 9 months

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some dumb swap au stuff... but on paper (sorry my hand is very shaky when i try to draw traditionally i have not done it in so long. also, forgive my shitty handwriting)

ch 105 made me remember this au exists

#toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun #anime #my art #yashiro nene #yugi amane #yugi tsukasa #hananene #tsukanene #swap au... but not really #ghh

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mrsquill · 11 months

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In Another Life

Summary: So, my heart was so shattered by what happens in the opening scene of the Last of Us that I’ve set out to fix it MYSELF. That’s right! This is basically what could’ve happened on Joel’s birthday from Sarah’s POV had the outbreak never happened.

Notes: I’m not from the States, so forgive me if any cultural references are wrong. I edit this on my phone so if it looks awful I’m sorry (photo belongs to Pinterest)! I also sucked at the game so again please don’t be mad if anything is OOC - I based this off the beautiful portrayals by Pedro and Nico. Also, mostly inspired by @fuckyeahdindjarin and I screeching at other in our inbox about Joel and Sarah ;_;

Warnings: None? Very fluffy, mentions of blood.

Sarah woke with a start, glancing at the luminous green numbers of her alarm clock glowing in the darkness. 3:13am. She sighed inwardly, stretching out under the thin blanket as she realised she still had her jeans and sneakers on. The last thing Sarah remembered was falling asleep on her dad - crap, just after she’d assured him she wouldn’t. He must’ve put her to bed. The combination of his deep breathing beside her and a shitty film on TV - turns out, totally not riveting - was clearly enough to lull her into what she thought would be a dreamless sleep, exhausted after waiting up for her dad on his birthday.

Sarah sat up in bed, kicking her sneakers off and changing into her pyjama pants, brow furrowing as she groped blindly in her subconscious for memories of the dream - no, nightmare - she’d been having; it was just below the surface, almost slipping away from her in its entirety, only the jagged edges remaining. Sarah remembers an overwhelming sense of fear; her heart pounding, helicopter blades whirring, her dad shouting, Uncle Tommy’s voice, too, calling her name.. People screaming.. and blood. So much blood.

Just a dream, she decides with a shrug. A glass of water is what she needs; padding downstairs soundlessly so as not to wake her dad in the search of something refreshing, trying to forget the sweat dewing her brow.

As she tiptoed into the kitchen; Sarah noticed his spiky handwriting hastily jotted down on the back of an envelope on the counter; probably in the pencil he almost always had behind his ear at work:

‘Hi baby,

Uncle Tommy got himself in trouble. Gone to rescue him, won’t be long. See u in the morning X’

Sarah fought the urge to roll her eyes. She loved her Uncle Tommy - he’d basically raised her, alongside her dad - but she knew he drove his older brother crazy with his escapades. She wasn’t sure she’d have it any other way, though. It was all she’d ever known; the three of them were a close - if unconventional - family unit.

Sarah wanted to ask her dad about her mom one day, but not because she felt she was lacking in love - quite the opposite. It wasn’t always obvious, but it was there - in every joke at her dad’s expense, in each soccer game he and Tommy turned up to, in every hiking and rafting trip they took together, and in each Polaroid picture they took every Christmas at Sarah’s request.

She wrung her hands together, now, hoping Uncle Tommy was okay. Pouring her water, she thought she’d head back to bed; peek round her dad’s door to hopefully find him snoring on his back as per usual.

As Sarah headed for the stairs; she saw him sprawled out on the couch, jeans, boots and shirt still on, one arm dangling off the couch as he - yep - was snoring to high heaven. If he’s this relaxed, Sarah reasoned, Uncle Tommy must be okay.

She moved soundlessly towards him before she noticed what was on the coffee table next to him. A cake. Not just any cake - it was covered in fancy frosting, and had a pack of candles and a bottle of pancake mix sat next to it. She grinned, feeling a little guilty for giving him such a hard time, imagining her dad trawling the all-night gas stations for a birthday cake as well as dealing with whatever shit his little brother had pulled.

Sarah reasoned that she could wake him and send him to bed, the sky behind them still an inky black as Texas slept on outside. He looked so peaceful, though, and she knew he was exhausted from the extra long shift he’d pulled that day - which she knew was for her benefit. She drew the window coverings instead and pulled a blanket over him; settling herself with her own in the armchair next to him.

Sarah knew she should go easier on her dad - sometimes she felt like the parent - but that’s the way things had always been, they took care of one another in different ways. She resolved to ask him for a hiking trip in the morning; promising that this time she wouldn’t scamper ahead and would wait for him to actually get his breath back. It was her favourite thing to do with her dad - they could share a slice of cake each with a beautiful view for miles and miles.

The thought made her smile as Sarah settled in to try and catch some sleep before the sun started to rise, feeling a little safer from another nightmare as long as her dad was close by.

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gently-decaying-flowers · 5 months

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something really sad happened to me

over the summer i ghosted everyone- i was going through a bit of a crisis and it did actually help me out a ton but it wasn’t great for my friends

i was really good friends with this girl last year…. and when i ghosted everyone it was a lot more extreme with her. i explained how i felt like i didn’t really fit in with her anymore, because i didn’t. i felt weird and outcast, probably because i was the only queer one in our trio too- but that’s not the point.

i’m involved in a production at my school right now, last night was opening night- and there’s this thing where audience members can write little post it’s to the cast.

it’s important to note here that i have some weird photographic memory when it comes to faces, posture, and handwriting. i can easily identify people.

anyways- i thought i saw her in the audience but i wasn’t sure until she wrote me a letter. she didn’t sign her name but i knew her handwriting. it actually brought me to tears because i realize how badly i miss talking to her.

so today i messaged her, explaining that what i did was shitty and i’m sorry. i don’t deserve forgiveness, or expect it… but she hasn’t even opened the message. if anything i just want her to see it.

i know she probably won’t forgive me, and that bond will be hard to build again. but i miss her a lot. and i’m really happy she wrote me something, it means she doesn’t despise me at the least.

#eden rambles #it made me so sad #i feel awful really #she was such a good friend- it’s not her fault i didn’t know who i was #it’s not her fault i didn’t feel like myself #i would really love to be her friend again #but maybe we both changed too much

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crossdressingdeath · 8 months

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Forgive me, Father, for I cannot help but admire the Chosen of your sworn foe: Enver Gortash's genius will take us far, but fear not - those of Bane always fall to the same folly: they cannot see the beauty of obliteration. The Absolute hoax will garner false love from new slaves, but once I've built a large enough army, I will use our hold upon the Absolute's slaves to begin this vile world's end. I can see the path through Gortash's brilliant plan. Gortash, Ketheric and I will seize the Netherese relics that control the Crown, and then use the Crown to command the illithid Grand Design. The Dead Three, age-old foes, our dire patrons, will be bosom friends for a time. Father, you created me to be the last soul alive. When the time is right, and my power is assured, I will slaughter Gortash and Ketheric upon your altar, where I myself hope to die when the world itself is gasping its last. At the end of this all, Father, there will not be a single creature living. Everyone will die. Everyone will die for YOU. I will make you proud. [Note appended at the bottom of the page in a different hand] Ha! Orin was right about her sibling. - Balth.

First off: so this whole plan is a deal between the Dead Three? I knew Ketheric had ties to Myrkul and the Bhaalists' affiliation is right there in the name, but I didn't realize Gortash served Bane. That's interesting. Also incredibly concerning, I am very worried about whatever's got these three working together, it can't be good for life in Faerûn. Guess that explains why they're important enough to get loading screen text...

Anyway, more importantly! Did Durge write this?! Is this what got them tadpoled, were they planning to betray the other Chosen to end the world and Orin ratted them out? They don't comment on it at all, not even to recognize their handwriting, but given the amnesia and brain damage situation that doesn't necessarily mean anything.

Getting some really strong daddy's kid energy from this, too. Like, they're going to end the damn world and kill everyone alive to make Daddy proud, that's... unhealthy. That's an unhealthy thing to do for parental validation. Don't do that. Although I suppose that does explain why they wanted the Slayer so badly, given it seems to be like. the ultimate expression of Bhaal's favour. Working on the assumption that Durge did write this I can't wait for Bhaal to actually make an appearance, I'm sure it'll be awful in the best way possible. The bit about them being created to be the last soul alive and them fully intending to die on Bhaal's altar at the end is also... a lot. Please can the party return the "let's help our friends escape the conditioning and/or control of the shitty incredibly powerful being who's been fucking up their lives" favour if/when Durge regains their memories, because I'm sure that's going to cause problems. And it seems like Orin did rat them out somehow, which... seems odd, given you'd think this would be her ultimate goal as well. If I had to make a guess I'd say either she's not quite as loyal to their father as Durge is, Durge got a touch overzealous in deciding what their father's will actually was, or this is Orin's goal too and she just wants the glory of being the one to enact it. Or maybe she decided that given Durge wrote this shit down they weren't smart enough. I hope they at least intended to destroy it...

Also: I haven't even met Gortash yet and I think I'm already starting to see why people ship him with Durge. I mean that "Forgive me, Father, for I cannot help but admire the Chosen of your sworn foe" bit? The note itself is called something like Prayer for Forgiveness (I don't remember the exact name and I can't find it on the wiki but I'm certain it talks about forgiveness, if I'd thought of it I'd have made a note of it but I didn't), so the apology is very much the reason why this was written! It has the same energy as apologizing to your parents for falling for the bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks, I feel. And an excellent opportunity for enemies to lovers...

#bg3 #bg3 durge #bg3 spoilers #...i'm going to look REALLY stupid if it turns out this wasn't written by durge huh #but i'm PRETTY sure it was. like 90% at least

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