I was planning on watching the finale this weekend bc I don't wanna be emotionally steamrolled then have to go in for work the next day. Already watched a good chunk of it live and was either planning on starting it over from the beginning or starting from there. I am loving these characters so much and from that first chunk that I watched I am... afeared for them to say the very least. And this being the last of the NeOd campaign finale's... its gonna be emotional to say the least.
All the campaigns were wild rides to go on from start to finish. I wished they could've stuck around for a little bit longer, but the two finale's I've seen so far (haven't gotten to uproot yet) have been absolutely spectacular and I know this one won't be any different. Just. God(s) damn. I'm not ready but I gotta be.
I'll share more of my thoughts when I actually finish the finale this weekend. It will definitely involve a level of screaming on par with the last two I've seen.
Here's a very small quick Dust to Damnation fic I banged out for LoA Rarepair Months day 1 prompt! (tentatively tagging @randombloops for this bc I know these two are your blorbos, hoping I did them justice well enough!)
Day 1: Drunken Confessions: Quibly Gones/Portia Bella Gones
Quibly confesses his feelings to Portia. After confessing them to the rest of the saloon, that is.
‘…an’ she’s just so gosh darn smart; I betcha she could be runnin’ banks, or, or robbin’ banks from here down to the coast… and, maaan, is she ever purty. I… I think...’
Quibly leans in against the bar, voice going dramatically sotto voce as he slurs over his words.
‘Sheriff… I reckon I’m in love with that woman. Love ‘er more then I’ve ever loved aaanybody.’
Shepherd sighs into the last dregs of his whiskey. ‘I know, Quib, I heard ya the first five times you said it.’
He also heard it the ten other times Quibly’s wandered around and proclaimed his love for Portia Bella to the flock of patrons amassed in the Widow’s Garnet tonight. Or, it could have been fifteen times – after the sixth instance, he stopped counting.
‘She’s jus’, jus’ so wonderful, an’ lovely, and hells, I’d do anythin’ for her. I’d shave ol’ Grinnin’ Jack’s undead behind, jus’ fer a chance to hold her hand.’
‘Here’s a bright idea, Gones.’ The proprietor himself, Abe Solomon, slides up behind the bar where Shep has been trying to enjoy his rare evening off. He fixes himself a glass of brandy, then another whiskey for Shep, before swirling his drink in his hand and fixing Quibly with a look.
‘How’s about instead of tossin’ out these amorous declarations to the various hooples and rabble-rousers in my establishment – you go and tell the woman how you feel?’
Quibly blinks slowly up at him, processing the statement, before his eyes go wide. He glances over at where his wife is currently tearing up the piano with a jaunty rag.
‘You think I oughta? Would she really go for a feller like me?’
‘Fortune favours the bold, Mister Gones, you’ll just have to pluck up your courage and try. Though the wedding band on his finger gives me some confidence.’ He mutters the last part to Shep, who flashes him a rare smile and nudges Quibly’s back.
‘You heard the man, Quibly. Go get ‘er.’
Quibly nods, resolute, and stumbles off his barstool. The two of them watch as teeters slightly but remains upright.
‘Okay. Okay! I’m, I’m gonna tell her, wish me luck!’
They both do, watching the short Fungril man wobble his way to the small stage. Shepherd shakes his head, inclining his fresh drink towards Abe.
‘Thank-you, Mister Solomon. Does he do… this, often?’
‘Oooh yes. Every single time he gets legless, without fail.’
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Portia Bella wraps up her last song, wiping the sweat from her cap – no-one can tear up the keys like she can and she knows it, but after an hour straight it really takes it out of a gal.
Looking up, she’s not surprised to see her husband leaning against one side of the piano, watching her play with a goofy smile on his face. He glances away shyly when she spots him, then back to her again.
‘…Hiya.’
Portia rolls her eyes but try as she might, she can’t hide her matching grin.
‘Quibly Gones, yer more plastered than a motel ceiling, aint’cha?’
‘Weeeell… maaaybe.’ He giggles. ‘Got somethin’ I wanted to tell ya, if that’s okay.’
‘It’s always okay,’ She thinks for a moment, then narrows her eyes at him. ‘Unless… how much did ya bet?’
Quibly looks pale for a second but shakes his head. ‘No, no, no, no bettin’ tonight, I promise, Puddin’ Pop. Trus’ me, I learnt my lesson there, ha ha!’
He scratches the back of his head. Looks at her. Keeps looking at her. The goofy smile returns again, soft around the edges of his eyes. She closes the lid of the piano keys and leans against it, crossing her ankles with a smirk.
‘You had somethin’ to tell me, hon?’
‘Did I… oh, oh! Right, um, well…’
He takes a deep breath and leans towards her.
‘I jus’ wanted to tell ya, that. Uhm. You mean a lot to me, Portia, and, and….’
‘Mhmm.’ She runs a finger through the gills of her cap, watching him blush and stutter. He’s too cute, she’s always thought so.
‘And I just wanted ta’ say that… gosh darn it, Portia Bella, I’m in love with you. I love ya more than the stars love the sky, I wanna spend every day with ya-’
‘Quibly, honey,’ Portia laughs, reaching out to take him by the bandana and pull him closer, ‘Did you forget we’re married?’
Quibly looks positively shocked, mouth dropping, before a hint of recognition swims behind his eyes and he nods rapidly.
‘Wait, yer right!!! Holy hell, I gotta be the luckiest feller on the planet!’
She drags him in by the collar, pressing kisses to his face. ‘You drunk fool, Quibly.’ Her drunk fool. He’s certainly not the only lucky one. Quibly smiles like the sun, dropping his own sloppy kisses against her cheek.
'Love ya. Yer my world an’, an’ my angel, an’ my best, best, best friend. Gods, dumplin’, I’d do anythin’ for ya.’
‘Trust me, sugar pie, the feeling's mutual.’
Quibly nods but keeps rambling, much to Portia’s fond amusement.
‘I’d- Portia, honey, I’d slide down the pitwater canal outside the mines, just ta’ bring ya the mornin’ paper.’
She smooches each of the freckles dotting his brow. ‘That so?’
‘Uh-huh. I’d arm-wrestle Mister Gideon, jus’ for a chance ta’ shine yer shoes.’
‘Don’t do that, I like ya with yer hands intact.’
‘I won’t if ya tell me not, but- but- but-, Portia, I’d. I’d skitch a ride on one of ‘em big demon trains in nothin’ but a rusty spittoon, jus’ so you’d let me do a load of laundry for ya.’
She pulls back, eyebrow raised.
‘Colours and whites separated?’
‘O’ course! What kinda man do ya think I am?’
‘The one I love.’
Quibly hugs her, nuzzling into her shoulder. She giggles at the feeling of his mustache tickling the side of her neck. ‘Love you too, Portia. My sugar mongoose.’
‘My Quibby-bear.’
‘The saucy noodle of my soul.’
‘My sunrise.’
‘My, my, my… my sweet chilli Philly cheesesteak.’
‘Hah, that’s one I ain’t heard before!’ She gives him one last squeeze, then pulls back to cup his face in her hands. ‘How’s about we get you some water, and me a lil’ rum, huh?’
spoilers below. MASSIVE SPOILERS. If you like cosmic horror go watch Voidbound seriously its like 4 episodes you're gonna have a great time
Like JFC Delphina. I want to be mad at you but the ending where you've literally gone insane and are talking to all your friends like they're still alive just made me feel sorry for you instead. I have the feeling that maybe she knew, deep down, that her father was already gone but with everyone dying around her so suddenly (then being basically left as the only person on the entire planet) I think she just cracked. Like she felt she couldn't go back with everything she had done after basically forcing everyone onto the First World. The way Nikkie acted that out was just haunting in the best way.
And speaking of death, HOLY SHIT Jornir's ending. Richie's timing with the tearing of Jornir's character sheet was absolutely perfect, my jaw was on the FLOOR.
And Barnabos and Taishen holding off the Vort army just to give time for Delphina and Skrimm to escape. I wish they didn't have to do that but what other option did they have when there were literally THOUSANDS of those things???
Also, poor Skrimm. Had to watch your best friend go off to die, not even fulfill his last wish of getting Delphina back safe, AND probably being eaten by the Vort on the Calypso? I really felt for the guy, in part because of Andy's stellar voice acting and visual performance. The absolute pain in his voice when Jornir was talking to him, when Barnabos was telling him the plan, and the almost frantic hope when he's back at the original space port and he sees the Calypso, only to have said hope dashed on the rocks? Also the ambiguity of his fate was just brilliant. I want to think that he survived but I also think that no matter what happens to him the poor guy's just gonna be miserable the whole time.
everyone was on their A GAME for this finale and it really shows. Now if you'll excuse me, I gotta stare off into space a bit more before I catch up on Waltz in time for the finale.
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