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katsigian · 8 months

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Context and Dispelling Misinformation

There was a vaguepost shared within the cp77 fandom by another person and it really needs some context and clarification. This is the only time I will talk about this and after I share this, I am moving on with my life and not returning to it.

I am going to say this first: do not use this a reason to attack others. This is not drama or discourse and once I share this, I will be moving on and not adding more to it. Do not take this as an attack or an attempt to stir up shit, because it is not in any way, shape or form. All this is, is to clarify a vaguepost that concerns me and other people who have the same concern as me.

This vaguepost was directed towards me and a post that I had made in a small, private server consisting of people I considered to be my friends. The basic context of this is; I made a post expressing my feelings of loneliness and isolation and it was completely misconstrued and then vague-posted about in a very invalidating and hurtful way. The post in question invalidates all the other people who have also expressed their feelings of being left out and unwanted before. Because I am not the only person who has talked about feeling like they don't belong in the fandom. Are all of those people 'whiny asses' too? (Check alt text for description of images)

My post had absolutely nothing to do with this person. I did not mention them, I did not refer to them, I was only expressing something that I had been worrying about in a channel dedicated specifically to offering support in my small, personal server. I genuinely do not know why they felt the need to make this vague post and say the things they said in it.

Also, nowhere in my post did I make any mention of being concerned about the number of notes. I did not say or imply anywhere that I'm scared of losing notes or reblogs. Because I'm not worried about that. What I said was that I'm scared I won't have a place to belong because I've always been an outsider. I'm not part of any cliques or groups and I never have been. I don't think it's me being a 'whiny ass' to want human connection and to want people I can talk to and be friends with. Is it stupid of me to want friends? Is it stupid of all the other people who have expressed similar sentiments?

I vented in my small, cp77 based server called Red Dirt to people that I believed were my friends about something that's been worrying me since late 2022. I wasn't aware that being vulnerable in front of my friends was "attention-seeking, whiny ass" behaviour and I didn't know that I'd be seen as annoying for getting something off of my chest. I genuinely thought that the people in that server were people I could trust and people I could be open with hence why it remained in the server.

This post invalidates a lot of people's feelings and it's just plain hurtful to name-call people for wanting human connection. It's not just me who has been open about feeling left out and ignored. I'm not the only person who has expressed that they feel unwanted and like they don't belong anymore in the fandom. Another person very recently has expressed similar sentiments and had valid concerns. Another vague-post by the same person was made in regards to that and was again, very invalidating and hurtful. It's ironic that this person, after targeting someone who has never done anything wrong to anyone, stated "stay kind" as if them hurting a large group of people was kind and peaceful.

Going forward, all I'm asking for are two things; some compassion and empathy for people who are struggling in the fandom, and to not resort to ranty, targeted vagueposts as a means to try solve personal-level issues. Vagueposts don't solve problems. We have seen this multiple times in this fandom. All they do is open up the doors to harmful assumptions and allow for misconstruing words/intentions into something they are not. This kind of misinformation creates more problems than it fixes.

#to reiterate #do not use this as a reason to start a fight and do not attack anyone over this #this is not some call to arms and I am not condoning any harmful and combative behaviour by any stretch of the imagination #all this post is is to clarify the vague post so people can make an informed decision rather than operating off of misinformation #as we've seen in the past #vagueing about people does not solve anything and just makes the matter worse #cbp2077 fandom bullshit

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egginfroggin · 1 day

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Let it be known that I have An Issue.

#egginfroggintalkin #memes #this is meant in an art way by the way. specifically #but sometimes it hits the writing too #can you tell I like birds. can you tell. can you tell yet #I specifically mean feathered wings #I love feathered wings #I love birds #I love them. I love them. I love them I love them Ilovethem #to reiterate #I have An Issue #and it will be all your problems the moment the insatiable desire pours out onto a page

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90oznihilists · 4 months

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tbhis is NAWT mathfellows canon or whatever but can i interest anyone in trans man two anyone at all

#to reiterate #mathfellows gijinkas are birds i just use them like puppets to act out my sick thoughts #my art

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pruning-the-minds-garden · 7 months

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Hey could you ask secret-subject and celia-does-stuff to unblock that person who is harassing them?

No.

#to reiterate #since I see that you are sending asks to others along a similar line #if you ask further questions in this vein I will simply delete them

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grinchwrapsupreme · 7 months

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Reluctantly adding Achy Breaky Heart to my Captain playlist

#bbc ghosts #sigh #bbc ghosts captain #to reiterate #these are not specifically captain themed somes just songs that for whatever readon make me think of him #even if that reason is nonsensical #unfortunately achy breaky heart fits the requirements now

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svturn-exe · 1 year

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can i hear. abt the minutexminute au

nkJDhfjkbKLDF y E !! it's. Gabriel Experiences Hubris: the AU p utting the rest of my rambling under a readmore vv

the premise is!! gabriel trying to minmax Suffering by trapping the victims in an infinite loop of the worst days of their lives. it backfires for them really badly bc u shouldn't combine time loops with The Horrors gabriel goes and kills cesar & his mother to make an alt with cesar's appearance to go kill mark, bc mark is extraordinarly strong-willed and that could end up being a problem down the road. gabriel traps cesar in a loop of that night (rip mama torres) mark's loop is the full three days that he's trapped for, not much changed from canon jonah & adam are stuck in their loop together! which is the entirety of their investigation, including part of the drive there. this also means they have that fuckin arguement every single tim e but eventually smth goes wrong bc somethign something MAD + time looping = Not Good and jonah starts getting deja vu. and eventually that escalates to jonah straight up starting to Remember Things He Shouldn't and from there it becomes jonah trying different things each loop to try and break them and adam out of it. he tries going in the basement with adam, wrestling the steering wheel away from adam ont he drive and trying to turn the car the fuck around, smashing the tv , etc but nothing seems to be working bc they just. cannot bat out an alternate in a figh t it's gets to the point where jonah starts going by like. speedrun rules and if he fucks up an attempt he just picks up a box cutter he found and . "resets" but the more and more loops he goes through, the more warped he becomes........ and adam finally starts to notice. which is what starts to get adam to start remembering things, but he's not quite where jonah is just yet anyway jonah does snap and fuckign Maul six to death in the basement and preacher wisely decides to peace ou t . fulfilling the mission given to her by gabriel ain't worth this ma n there's two of these crazy bitches by the time they get to that point adam is also kinda warped (i'm still thinking abt this bc. this au was pre-vol 4 but i do know i want adam to b an alt still. just gotta figure out how to work that in) and he can go thru tvs n shit like six :) he can also drag other people thru tvs, and that's how he and jonah finally leave their little personal hell bubble

so the Backstreet Boys are free and they're on the run for multiple reasons now. 1. they're still wanted by the fbi 2. they don't exactly look Normal anymore

they end up retreating to mandela county bc where else to hide as a horror than amongst the horrors & they choose a particular abandoned house to camp out in until they figure out what to do

but then jonah starts to notice smth Weird abt the house they're in like they just have a Feeling u kno. n after a bit of poking around they and adam discover a tv in a bedroom that . looks a lot like a crime scen e

it's mark's house, and now adam & jonah are interfering with his Hell Loop

by the time adam & jonah get there, mark is. definitely a lot worse for wear, since he has been looping since 1992 and it's currently 2009, but all things considered he's still going strong. and by strong i mean day 1 of his loops now he's running out his room w a gun, yelling insults at the horrors & cursing out God

anyway adam crawls out of mark's tv and quickly has to go the fuck back bc mark does tries to shoot his ass IMMEDIATELY. boy is not playing around

it'll take some time for adam & jonah to earn mark's trus t. mostly via adam hastily shoving notes thru the tv & quickly yanking his hand back b4 he can lose a finger to the Deagle

meanwhile cesar is still stuck with gabriel. but gabriel is also stuck with cesar.

the only reason mark is still as "intact" as he is after 17 years of this is bc he has a Will Of Steel

cesar is not nearly as unflappabl e and so he has become. a lot different

at first gabriel thought it was interesting and they wanted to see where it would go . now they feel Regret bc cesar is no longer trying to run away or plead or anything and is just comign @ gabriel with Intent to kill. but every time gabriel kills cesar he just. resets & comes back & continues trying to kill them

h ell for all parties involved .

#minutexminute au #asks4saturn #oo f that's a lot of text #nklJHVLUSI sry for info dumping my own au on u. it will probably happen again #to reiterate #''time travel sucks actually'' - adam murray

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starlooove · 9 days

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Makeup is power people when you tell them you genuinely don’t care about ur acne or dark circles or being fat

#I’m using makeup is power as shorthand for a specific kind of person don’t get mad at me RELAAAX #I have mixed opinions on makeup none of which are backed by anything substantial #so just know if u think makeup is powerful this is not necessarily about you #TO REITERATE #BC PISS ON THE POOR WEBSITE #IM TALKING ABOUT A SPECIFIC EXPERIENCE I HAD WITH A SPECIFIC PERSON #I’m talking about choice feminism from someone who hasn’t deconstructed misogyny and what it means in her life #and thinks assimilation but with a girlboss filter is the epitome of feminism whilst being surprised I don’t want a fucking tropical patch #THATS ITTT

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tswwwit · 2 years

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Yo not only is this Dipper smart and cute and interesting, he's loyal. And genuine loyalty is something Other Bill hasn't experienced in a long time (probably).

In my headcanon, it's a thing that neither Bill has experienced in a long time - if ever. Which makes it compelling! I mean, imagine:

A person who isn't after favors, or power - who doesn't care about your position in the world, whether they think you're some middling jobber of a demon or a literal Nightmare King. Who doesn't want you to do stuff for them, because they've got a stubborn independent streak. Someone who laughs at your jokes only when they actually think they're funny. Who seduces you not because of the advantages it could give them, but because they honestly want to bed you. Someone who disagrees with you - will argue with you - and while there are fundamental differences, it doesn't turn them off.

Despite the fact that they should hate you, or avoid you, do the sensible thing for their species - even with so many escape routes available, they aren't leaving.

Because this someone genuinely, honestly, likes you.

Just because you're... you.

Throw in all the other stuff about Dipper, and Our Bill never stood a chance.

#To reiterate #Dipper actually volunteering to make out with a triangle was a big ego boost for Bill #He kinda figured Dipper would be into it #But him OFFERING to do it proves that Dipper really doesn't care if he's a hot human anymore #Not like that first blush of attraction when they met #Bill snuck into that hindbrain without ever actually being there and now Dipper goes 'hmm' when he looks at an equilateral #Bill would still take a human form to bed him but that's just because it's way way more convenient #Bill got a taste of sincere emotions and romance for once in his eternal life and he stuck to it like a limpet #I mentioned some of this in Hating It (Bill's POV of Faking It)#And it remains true #Bill started out being a total vicious asshole until he realized Dipper could be useful #So he made some brief attempts at being Charming #Dipper wasn't having that fakey fake charming bullshit #So Bill shrugged and decided to just be his usual jackass self because why put in the effort when the ruse isn't working #Which weirdly made Dipper like him more #So Bill just ended up being Himself at Dipper which Dipper liked and Bill liked that Dipper responded well to it #And now Bill's inescapably sick and trapped into not being as big an asshole as he could because it would make his husband Upset #A vicious cycle that he doesn't even want to escape anymore

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saintetheldreda · 8 months

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one of my favourite things about supernatural is the genuine childlike wonder that is always just radiating like. the show is so clever and complex at its best points, but also you can feel its love for cool fight scenes and badass one-liners and skin-crawling horror just for the sake of the chills and adrenaline and the sheer force of the aesthetic of outlawry is as important as the role being on the run plays in the plot and its thematic resonances with the little western homages and the prison break homage and the raw energy of its rock music soundscape

cause dean and sam are complicated but we are never too distanced from them that we dont get to look up to them and there is something so beautiful and meaningful about the human desire to watch people do things that are cool and brave and strong and just feel a sense of wonder

and dean gets made fun of for being emotionally immature or for liking things that people are expected to grow out of but he never changes for anyone, and they have to wrestle with so much pressure to leave behind their restlessness of youth and settle down so they can qualify as normal adults but they never do

its one of those works of art that gives you a space to just. feel genuine wonder about things

and i am not saying more cynical works of art dont matter as much but

having a place where all of your little human feelings taken seriously is one of the greatest roles art can fulfill. its like reclaiming the individual from the world. i always feel more like myself after a supernatural episode and that is just so meaningful

#supernatural #to reiterate #i am not saying the show is not smart #i think its genius #and honestly i think it takes so much genius to capture a sense of wonder like this as well as they do #i am talking about what i see as its particular artistic aims rather than like #assessing its level of complexity or simplicity #if that makes sense

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taoofshigeru · 1 year

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What Else To Do But Talk? (Partitio Yellowil x Ori)

Partitio and Ori spend time at a tavern. (~2200 words)

A sequel to this fic, with the same warning. Giga-turbo Octopath Traveler 2 endgame spoilers ahead!

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Since Ori came to, the two of them had spent a lot of time not talking.

Which was good because she had no idea how she was going to elucidate on any of this.

Partitio was just always there. He was a familiar grip on her hand, a glass of water or a flip for her pillow when she did find the few words needed to ask for it. And whenever he wasn't, that apothecary Castti wasn't fussing over her wound, changing her bandages or making sure she swallowed all her medicine.

And so her body got better. She felt her strength returning by the day, but it didn't to much to alleviate the pit in the bottom of her stomach. Her sins were many, and they were not going away just because one woman stuck hard to a policy of treating the sick until they weren't and one man was nicer to her than she had any right to expect.

Still, she didn't think about leaving. Not after that first talk with Partitio. She remembered being held in his arms, crying like she never had in her entire life. And the walls in her heart, walls she had built up with a lot of training and practice in information warfare, had crumbled into so many hills of sand. It made it hard to find some things, mentally.

But it also made her more open, or at least less resistant, to new things. So when Castti told her she was ready for some outside air, and later when showed up with a modest pink dress with a frilly white collar that happened to be Ori's size, she found herself shrugging and getting changed.

"Remember, she's ready for walking, but she still needs to be treated with care." Castti, who now had six other patients in Oresrush to attend to but was still fussing over Ori's outfit, had been insistent that no patient of hers would go out in Partito's old rags. "She's back to sleep in her bed tonight, or we'll be having words, young man."

"Yup, nothin' to worry about there." Partitio, her escort for the night, was cordial and chipper about the whole thing. "Lookin' pretty good there, Ori."

"Uh, okay?" She was feeling light-headed already. "Are we really going out for dinner? You should know, I don't even have a leaf to my name."

"Aw shucks, I guess ya lost my calling card." He fished around in his pocket and came out with a single silver leaf. "But since we're already friends, I'm happy to put up a spare."

"Your business card." She smiled and clutched the single silver leaf in one hand, gripping it so, so tightly. "That's so like you. You took a mildly maladroit misunderstanding and turned it into yet another one of those ridiculously charming things you do without even trying!"

"Aw shucks." She must've imagined him getting flushed a little in the flickering light by the doorframe. "Follow me, we're goin' out for a change of pace." He held out his hand, callused from years of mine labor.

She gripped the merchant's hand with hers and let him pull her along the town's main street…

…

She ended up following him to a tavern.

It was a well-kept place in a corner of town, off the main street but not too far off. Partitio was met with cheers as he walked in, as well as questions about his cute lady friend. He smiled and deflected him, just about as shy as Ori had remembered him. Everything she learned about this man had reinforced her two initial impressions. One, he absolutely was this kind. Two, he absolutely was this cool.

They reached the table, and one of the barmaids came by to get their order. Partitio got a mug of hops-brewed stuff from the Conning Creek Distillery. Ori settled for plum juice. She wasn't much of a drinker, anyhow.

They made small talk until the drinks arrived. After her first sip, she opened with the question that had been bothering her ever since she woke up. "I guess you got to my brother before he made it to Vidania, huh?"

"Aw, no, that eagleboro fella' succeeded all right. Tossed," He coughed his throat loudly, "lit off the flame and called Vide down."

"Oh." She felt really small all of a sudden. "So Vide must've hurt a lot more people." She took a sip of her mug of plum juice to avoid talking. To avoid considering all that extra suffering that now lay at her feet. She took a big quaff in the hopes that downing it might buy her more time than a sip would.

"Nah, me'n the friends got there first. Handled it 'fore it got outta hand." He shrugged.

Ori spat out her entire mouthful of plum juice.

"You're telling me you BEAT Vide?" Purple liquid was dripping down her cheeks, and all over the table. But she was too shocked, too flabbergasted to care. "You're telling me your chummy cadre of compatriots gobsmacked the god of shadow? In a fight?"

"Hehe, whew there, Ori." Partitio, now soaked in purple fruit juice, fanned himself with his hat. "Sure, Vide was a tough hunk of evil, purpler than this here plum juice. But he wasn't nothin' the eight of us couldn't take on together." There was that grin, that gods-damned grin she had fallen so hard for. "I could tell ya the fun story. Give ya a scoop?"

She leaned in close, arms reaching down to pull out a notebook that was, of course, nowhere in her pocket. "You have to tell me how this happened!" Fumbling around, she grabbed one of the white napkins off the table. Partitio handed her a pen from out of his pocket, and she began scribbling furiously.

"So the first thing that happened was Castti poked 'em right in the eye with a spear. And then…"

…

"So then I told 'em." He leaned in with a conspiratorial tone. "Ya know, if you're gonna take over the world, plunge it into shadow or whatnot, don't ya think you'll be needin' a solid base of funds?"

"And he just, listened?"

"Well, not at first. He tried to cast a spell that would'a turned me into a statue, but Throné had me covered and it just rockified a few of his scales instead. And I kept talkin', outlinin' the case for why that fella might just wanna have twenty thousand clams in the back pocket. And there was a lotta maniacal laughin', a lotta 'The Night Will Claim You'," His voice hit a falsetto for the impression.

"Pfft!" Ori had no idea whether the impersonation was accurate, but she knew she found it funny. "Go on, you boisterous buckaroo." She was still furiously taking notes. With the borrowed pen on yet another napkin.

"But I could tell I was talkin' my way into it. Then later on, big guy was windin' up with a punch that woulda knocked Temenos and Osvald eight hundred leagues underwater. And ya know what I said?"

"Ohh, what?"

"Fifty thousand leaves will buy you a mighty fine torture dungeon." He chuckled. "And I just plopped 'em down on the other side of the dais and gave big purple this look."

Ori stared at him in dubious disbelief. "And Vide just, went over there to grab it? Skipped the whole attack."

"That he did. Ate the money like candy, too, which I ain't never seen before and don't plan on seein' again." He lifted his flass to take a drink and realized it was empty. "The mercs I hired were kinda sour about whole thing. Fair's fair, guess it kinda cut inta their salary." He cast the mug aside and shrugged innocently. "Next thing ya know, Osvald's back on his feet, stunnin' him with One True Magic (II) and then Ochette bit 'em in the face and the fella weren't gettin' back up again after that. Most don't. Nah, he just griped a little and then slunk right back into the dark."

"You did it, you really did it!" Ori tossed the twenty-third napkin full of scribble scrawl onto the pile she had been building. She had been too enraptured by Partitio's tale of doom deferred to realize she was now out of napkins, or that the tavern was mostly empty. "You and your genial group of good eggs looked malice in the evil eye and said Evil? Nay!" The silence that followed was deafening.

Or maybe that was just because the pub was entirely empty, aside from the two of them and the bartender. Who was giving them a look. Oh no.

Partitio meanwhile, was counting out coins into a small sack. When he was finished, he hefted the thing and threw it in a perfect arc to the owner of the tavern. "Why don't I lock up tonight, pardner?"

He nodded wryly. "Why am I not surprised?" He finished cleaning the last glass, then walked over to their table and slapped a key on their table. "Noon tomorrow, buddy."

"You got it."

He had cleared out, and the two sat in silence before Ori finally let out with what had been on her mind. "So, what am I supposed to do now?"

"How d'ya mean?" He didn't seem confused. More like he just wanted to hear her talk.

"How am I supposed to live my life?" She shook her head. "Now that I decided I want to live one? My brother's gone, my profession was always a cover, and my old 'friends' are about to get hauled off to inquisition but good. I have to start from nothing. Worse than that, I have a dozen balance sheets' worth of blood on my hands. Blood I'll never be able to wash off. And that, facing up to that is terrifying." Her voice cracked a little.

"C'mon now, Ori." Partitio shook his head. "You might be in some pretty dire straits, but ya can't have nothin' so long as you're alive. What is it ya like?"

She was struck by the straightforward nature of his assertion. The idea that yes, someone like her could be worth something. "I, I haven't really ever thought about that. …I don't think there's anything."

"Really? 'Cause I thought ya liked words." He grinned at her hefting up his empty mug to gesture at the stack of napkins. "Yer always puttin' em together in real pretty ways that simple folk like me could never manage."

"I, I do? But writing was just…" She thought back to all the articles she had written. To those moments when her pen had come alive. The moment she found just the right word in the treasure trove of terminology inside her think tank to make a headline glow. And she realized, herself. "…my favorite part of being alive. You're right."

"See now, that's a start." He rose up and took the key off the table. "We better be gettin' home soon, tho, or Castti will chew my ear off for keepin' a recovering patient out past sunrise."

She clutched at the stack of napkins, which she suddenly knew was her first step to something bigger. Her next words were whispered under her breath "…until I met you."

The tycoon was polite enough, after shutting up the tavern door with a padlock, to offer her his hand for the walk back.

"Partitio?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you. For everything." She sighed deeply, then looked up at him in the flickering torchlight. "I, I think there's one more thing I like. Something I want." She squeezed his palm again, then re-gripped it, lacing her fingers in with his.

"Eh? And what's that?" He looked down at her curiously as she wrapped her other arm around his.

"I want someone who knows how to see people. Someone who knows right from wrong, and can teach me to see the good in people too." Leaning in, hoping he would notice. "I think that'd help me uh, write better."

"Gee uh," Partitio scratched the back of his head, "I think you're a pretty good judge of character yourself, as it happens."

"Are all my innuendos really not getting traction here? They're starting to feel more like innuendon'ts." She turned her face away from him, pretending to sulk.

"Heheh, that one went over my head. Try again, though?" Did he get what she was trying to say?

Gods be damned, she was going to make sure he would. She pulled him down with as much force as her tired, weakened limbs could muster. It was enough to bring his head down low. Low enough for her to hit the big, sloppy softie with a bigger, sloppier kiss. His lips, rough and chapped by desert sands, somehow manged to be gentle as he leaned forward to return the gesture. "I love you, you tender-yet-titillating tycoon. Do you need me to stamp the headline on your face? Again?!" She wiped her lips off. "Gods, you taste like plum juice."

He smiled back at her. "Nah, nah, I think I got that one." It was a smile she still had trouble feeling like she deserved, but she was willing to accept that it was a smile he meant for her. That was progress.

~End~

Part 3

#spoilers #octopath 2 spoilers #octopath traveler 2 #suicide #tw suicide #octopath ori #partitio yellowil #to reiterate #These two forever and ever #Partitio x Ori Brainrot II #This one is overall fluffier #Still not over some of the more hilarious things you can technically do to Vide #You can have Partitio “negotiate” with Vide to have the wicked god skip their own turn #And that's something only he can do #It's a testament to just how charming this commie cowboy can be #But also it's endlessly amusing to imagine how that might actually work #I like to imagine Ori's scrivener persona isn't entirely an act and she likes to play with words so this is about that #fic #octopath traveler 2 fic

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