Truck or treat? Yeah, no trick option, i do NOT trust any kinda fae related person with a trick option. My apologies, have a good day-
(Jokes aside, I love your writing and your lore stuff :))
Honey drizzled from the comb onto sun dried apricots and tangerine slices. Such a sweet treat, the taste of a lingering summer that has begun to fade at last, sweet and yet melancholy in its joy.
When you come in from the cold, your face raw and red from the chill bite of the wind, and your bag weighed down with candied delights, you might pour yourself a cup of hot chocolate. Rich and creamy, it warms you from within.
Such wonderful treats to taste, such lavish candies to try. Won't you come in from the winter air? Won't you join us by the merrily burning fire? Won't you come into our parlour, little fly, and join us with a hot drink and a few tasty treats?
Losing my ever-loving mind thinking about the twenty full years Yomiel ends up suffering because Cabanela successfully convinced him he could ruin Yomiel's life.
It literally all starts there, with a wet behind the ears cop taking advantage of a man to try and force a confession.
I was going to make a comment about how that’s another in the books but then I realized… it’s not a just another in the books. It’s the final chapter. I read the last page. I’ve now played every single canon Layton game including his children’s spin-off, watched the movie, watched Kat’s anime… the book is over.
me: see the thing about stannarrator is that the narrator is sometimes grandly all powerful but often pretty pathetic, and sometimes he's both at once, and sometimes he's all powerful in spite of stanley or pathetic in spite of himself or vice versa. the only thing he can't reinvent over and over is stanley's sheer persistence; he can only direct that stubbornness down paths, not really stem the tide.
no one, again:
me: and yeah, that speaks to a lot of themes about choice and the nature of agency and story, but as i am gay i'm taking it a step further here...like what if the fundamentally indomitable nature of stanley's spirit was also just...love? radical love, the kind that heeds neither extenuating circumstances nor logic, over and over again, and neither of them (initially) wants it or can explain it. but it's there no matter how the narrator OR stanley tries to ignore/destroy/diminish it. no matter what the narrator tries to write for stanley there's love underneath, and the problem is that there's nowhere for it to go. this isn't a fucking love story.
no one, still:
me, shaking: BUT IT HAS TO GO SOMEWHERE. SO STANLEY CAN LOVE THE UNCERTAIN MEMORY OF HIS COWORKERS, MAYBE, OR HIS CHOICES, OR HIS BUCKET, OR ALL OF THE ABOVE. BUT ONLY BY LOVING THE NARRATOR AND WHAT THEY CREATE TOGETHER CAN HE REALLY FIND SOLACE. AND IN THAT WAY HE CREATES AGENCY FOR HIMSELF AND BECOMES (PARADOXICALLY) POWERFUL.
one (1) brave soul: uhh. isn't this the game about...a guy going through an empty office?
me, suddenly wearing sunglasses: if by 'an empty office' you mean 'an INCREDIBLE divorce'...then yeah!
mic cracked his glasses when he was yelling at garaki but he wasn’t being that loud… what kind of ultrasound was he pushing beneath his voice to crack glass??
the only thing i don't really like about signalis is the really basic anime art style for characters but most of the in-game assets look nice enough that it doesn't matter
sitting and thinking (in the context of my fic but also in general) about the things about jgy that lxc doesn’t know, but specifically those that wwx KNOWS but won’t tell him. because that would make him soft, and we don’t want that
I feel like if you’re gonna fuck a trans person and you’re pan you should tell them that beforehand so they can give informed consent bc otherwise I feel like. Bamboozled