No, no, no. Girls. You don't get it. Eating glass (and worse lol) is your fate.
Spawn fans can do whatever the hell they want with Starry. Travel, have fun, be heroes, take charge of the spawns in the Underdark, look for a way to walk in the sun (and we will absolutely find it) or just cause some chaos in the city… The list goes on forever. Our Astarion has the potential and a whole world to search through.
And this is canon, a literal window of opportunity for growth given to us by the game itself. The only thing he rejects is a settled life, and even with that choice, you still end up traveling the world together in the epilogue.
Meanwhile, your Astarion, regardless of your endgame choices, leads a boring, stagnant life, doing nothing but hosting banquets, soirees, masquerades and spinning webs among the nobility. And your only fate is to rot forever in Cazador's palace with Cazador 2.0, in the exact place where he endured his most horrific, miserable 200 years, and where literally everything will be a constant reminder of that nightmare. Even if you give that lair a total makeover, nothing changes. The palace itself will still be standing there, reminding Ascended Astarion of his past every single day. Your Astarion is forever chained to the cycle of abuse, making his path a total dead end, despite the pretty wrapping paper and the illusion of absolute power. One can only guess how long it will take for a romanced Tav to turn into Astarion 2.0. Given the relationship dynamic and his textbook love bombing, I'm pretty sure it'll happen rather fast.
And everyone knows it. You know it too. That's why the entire internet is littered with your unhinged walls of text, where you try to stretch the logic to its absolute breaking point using lore, devnotes, and interviews, while completely ignoring every single inconvenient fact. That's why you call the Spawn ending an afterthought that should have never existed, claiming it was just whined into existence by Twitter's woke crowd. (Yes, the internet remembers everything.)
That's why, the moment you run out of arguments, you instantly resort to insults. It's exactly why you delete any comment in your spaces that doesn't agree with your sickly-sweet cope, running in packs like a train and having your little clique of about 20 people (and that's being generous) like every single one of your own comments just to create the illusion of numbers, support, and engagement.
You are an echo chamber and a cult, and your opinion has never mattered. Especially not after Rooney's interview. That was the final nail in the coffin, so to speak, after which all your struggles are nothing but pure comedy.
So, girls, your pathetic, childish attempts to sting Spawn fans will always look ridiculous, and we will always laugh at you. Cry about it. You can go bang your head against the wall while you're at it.
Also, I see these people have added the word "harassment" to their vocabulary.
Well, let's draw a line here too.
When you swarm into someone else's blog comments as a mob and turn it into a dogpile - that's harassment.
When you coordinate attacks and engage in cyberbullying in your chat - that's harassment.
When you get a taste of your own medicine for it, that's not harassment. That's just karma. 🎻🎻🎻
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