i'm genuinely very tired of people assigning astarion traits that actually belong to the other companions. astarion would not give you cutesy pet names. that's gale. astarion would not treat you to a fancy dinner. that's wyll. astarion is not even the kinkiest. that's lae'zel. in fact astarion's whole appeal is that you are more or less dating a catboy. he does not know how to respond to genuine affection and does at times need to be sprayed with a bottle of water when he's acting out. and some of us are Into That
One massive, legitimate way to improve as a writer or artist or in any creative endeavor really, is to become absolutely obsessed with something and to allow yourself to be weird about it. Genuinely mean this btw.
KIM KITSURAGI: Officer, stop trying to take off the boots, those are for Processing. Now let's turn in for the night, it's getting late.
YOU:
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ive been playing de with my friends and together we imagined a world where kim has a window facing the whirling's backyard and has to helplessly watch as we rip the armor boots from the victim's corpse
Sooo… I’m finally writing for fnv again! This is a rewrite of my very first fanfic, Bittersweet Memories. I had a ton of new ideas for this story, and I have to get them out of my head.
Genuinely, what is the point of setting the Fallout show on the west coast if it was just going to invalidate everything that happened in the West Coast Trilogy. Shady Sands has fallen, the NCR is a memory, New Vegas is a crater in the ground. The New California Republic, Caesar's Legion, The Enclave, Mr. House, all brushed to the side for a wasteland with no semblance of human society beyond shanty-towns; with no semblance of the legitimate cities of Fallouts 2 and New Vegas. All to what end? To allow the Brotherhood of Steel to make an undeserved comeback?
If anything, I think the series should be the final nail in the coffin that Bethesda fundamentally misunderstands Fallout. In a franchise whose very nature is defined by the Atom Bomb and how it was used as a means to an end by a corrupt Capitalist system; how humanity rose from the ashes of a broken world with the dream of building something better; how our only hope for the future is to learn from our past mistakes and create a world where they can never be made again; Bethesda seems determined to keep us stuck in the past. That we should never advance past the ideals of the nation that led us to this nuclear landscape in the first place, that we should never try to make something new atop the ashes of what came before. That we should just forever stay rats scurrying in the wastes, amongst the shattered visage of Ozymandias and the fruits of his labor, looking up to what he left behind as an example of the kind of existence we should strive to create. Very telling indeed.