i’m so curious to know what Kevin’s mother was like lol did she purposely leave Kevin in the care of Tetsuji? if she purposely left Kevin to the care of Tetsuji was she totally unaware of his true nature or did she just not care or ? is there a will somewhere that the Moriyamas destroyed where her true intentions were actually for Kevin to be left to Wymack’s care upon her death? what was a woman who was stringing along Wymack like? and did Wymack have his sneaking suspicions about Kevin being his son before Kevin told him so when Kevin came moping into his office that day in TKM, did Wymack feel sick to his stomach and the reason that Neil describes it as “going poorly” is bc Wymack is so upset at himself for not listening to his gut and therefore not being able to care for Kevin sooner before he went through a lifetime of trauma just like Wymack did himself? so many questions
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Monika being normal when she doesn't have the power of gods is a large sense-make.
It is!! I think, a lot of the ddlc fandom has a problem where they've flanderised the characters down to their most extreme states and forgot what they actually are like. in the actual game. So there are people out there who write and characterise Monika as if she's always some yandere who's obsessed with the player character who has no morality and will kill anyone who gets in her way. yknow she's not even like that in the actual game either, people just saw that act 3 Monika was kind of yandere-tropey and forgot everything about her actual character and made her yandere girl 300. Monika could have done worse. sorry I'm being a Monika apologist I do have monikan in my blog name. Monika is literally just some dorky high-school girl who was given god powers and told her world wasn't real and that part of her character doesn't go away when she has the revelation, why would it not be present when she doesn't have god powers? I have lots to say about Monika. Thanks for the ask!
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Spoilers for Mrs de Winter by Susan Hill!
Okay but this book has so much fucking fic material. Like. Imagine Ich finding out she's pregnant AFTER Maxim dies. And having to raise the fucking kid all by herself UNLESS someone comes her way and helps her with that (cough cough Danny maybe?) And having to restart her life for like the third time. Damn.
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“You pull me by my hair,
So I don’t go nowhere,
Tell me you love me, but you treat me like I’m never there,
You say the cruelest words,
Yes, they break my heart,
Cause I’m over here, working my ass off,
Why is it so hard to see-
(Why?)
If I cut myself, I would bleed?
(Kill me)
I’m just like you,
You’re like me,
Imperfect, and human, are we,
Show and tell,
I’m on display for all you fuckers to see,
Show and tell,
Harsh words if you don’t get a pic with me,
Buy and sell,
(Buy and sell me, baby)
Like I’m a product to society,
Art don’t sell, unless you fucked every authority,”
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[ Paul, for Amara~ ] Abilities & Superpowers Meme: 21.) Receiver accidentally hurts sender while using their abilities.
@coinquinatvs
“ Damn you! Stop, stop! “ Something had gone terribly awry with this raising. A dear friend, Sheila, come back wrong... a shambling, feral shell of the woman Amara had known in her life. And the necromancer could not draw the charade of life back from her. The strain of magic coursing through Amara’s fingers, painfully hot as though she’d placed her hand on a sizzling pan, made her eyes water --- or was it the grief causing that? --- as she planted her feet in the earth, fingers curling back in a vain attempt to withdraw the energy she’d given... but Sheila --- or rather, what had once been her --- didn’t even seem to notice. A decrepit corpse, she was perched like a gargoyle on the wall. Garbled speech and hisses rumbled from from a withered throat.
And then, like a cornered animal, the shell turned with hollow eyes fixing to Paul with a deep hunger. Mouth parted in a scream and it lunged, hands flailing and scratching. Teeth gnashed and jaw clamped as it sought out flesh. “ No, no, go back, you fucking --- ! “ Amara’s frustrated cry was nearly drowned out by the shell’s own screeches.
And finally, finally, the body weakened and slumped forward, still screaming and clawing until the glow faded entirely from its empty eyes. And Amara followed. Drained, exhausted, she caught herself against the wall, cursing with each strained breath. “ Are you alright? Paul, are you alright? ------- I am sorry, I don’t know what happened. That should not have... goddammit. Did she hurt you? “
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