yeee thank you finn!!! 16 is in dreams, and i'm going to write for mouse (who is one of my dnd OCs <3)
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Mouse is still trying to decide if knowing makes it easier or harder. Knowing that these faint memories aren't really hers, that they belong to that other person, that Mouse herself didn't even exist when those memories happened.
She still goes there, sometimes. In dreams, she sees Amelia's life, Amelia's mother, Amelia's home, and can almost pretend that they're hers. But it's not true, Mouse knows it's not true, and maybe that's better. She can stop waiting around for her family to find her, now that she knows they don't really exist. And if she still wakes up crying sometimes, well, Allister and Aurei keep giving her a room of her own, so nobody needs to worry about that.
It's still nice, though. Nice to pretend. Just for a little while.
elite beat agents!!! great game so much fun. sometimes I'll break out my ds just to play it again. never a bad decision.
game is fun as hell to play (it makes me lowkey sad how much of the community that sprang up around osu! doesn't even know the original games that inspired it) and so nonsense in plot that I can't help but be charmed by the absurdity of it.
But the premise, man. The notion that there's an organization of people whose only duty, only goal, is to support others. All they want is to find people who are overwhelmed, desperate, lost, and make sure those people succeed in their goals. The agents get nothing out of it but the joy of bolstering another.
No one person's goal is too small nor too big. Stopping monster attacks is important, but working up the nerve to ask out a crush is important too. Everyone deserves happiness and success, and everyone is capable of attaining it. You are passionate and skilled and determined and you can achieve what you desire, by your own power... and you are also allowed to ask for help. You can do it yourself, but you don't have to do it yourself.
I just think the world of OTO/EBA, a world where people are rooting for you, a world where every person's life is connected by harmony into a worldwide song, is a world that showcases the absolute best of humanity. And I have a lot. of feelings about it.
It is always amazing to find fellow ghost trick enthusiasts! Who's your favorite character so far?
MISSILE! Goodest boy. I also really like Sissel and Lynne. All the characters are so fun and have so much personality, it’s impossible not to like them!
Except Tengo. Tengo is a bitch baby and deserves his crateful death.
Todays davenport is having Family Game Night. Requested by @electricpoolshark
(Image description:a screenshot of a tumblr ask, followed by a comic.
The ask is from electricpoolshark, and reads "Can I request Dav, Merle, Barry, and Magnus playing a non-monopoly board game?(my birthday is the 8th so bonus points if you want to put it up then :3)"
The comic is a comic featuring Barry, Magnus, Merle, and Davenport in monochrome.
Barry is a human man with straight black hair and glasses. Davenport is a gnome with scruffy hair pulled into a ponytail and a large mustache. Magnus is a tall human man with a scar across his nose. Merle is a dwarf with a curly beard and glasses.
In the first panel, Barry is holding a brightly-coloured box labled "Funzo!".
BARRY: It's Funzo!
The next panel is of Davenport, who is standing with his arms crossed. He has a disgruntled look on his face.
DAVENPORT, firmly: No.
The panel zooms out, and we see Merle and Magnus standing next to him. Magnus looks interested, Merle looks confused.
DAVENPORT: I'm not doing this again. It's bad.
The next panel is a close-up of Magnus. He is smiling, with one eyebrow raised.
MAGNUS: How bad can it be?
The next panel is a picture of the four of them playing the game. Merle is sitting in a cardboard box labled "Jail". Barry is lying on the board with a dead look on his face. Magnus is kneeling triumphantly with his foot on Barry's back, making the >:3 face. Davenport is standing in the background, screaming with his face in his hands.
The epilogue for the last two fics! This one’s a lil shorter, and should help relieve some of the tension while you wait for new stuff. Thank you again to @electricpoolshark for helping me edit this! If you like my stuff, you should consider buying me a ko-fi! As always, this is crossposted to ao3. Links are on my page.
Satya did not hear the song that was playing by her bed quite so much as she felt it. It was pleasant, relaxing, almost healing even. She wished she knew what it was but every time she thought she found a pattern in it, it changed. A shame; she could have made use of it on the battlefield.
“I have a daughter, you know,” a voice said from somewhere close. Satya opened her eyes and saw a woman across from her standing over a stove. “I stopped falling for the pretending-to-be-asleep gag a long time ago.”
“This music: what is it?” Satya asked. She could not help but feel annoyance at the fact that she hadn’t been given time to wake up on her own, but she was not at home, so she had no right to criticize.
“Do you like it? Lúcio said it would help you heal. I had my doubts, but here you are, alive and well,” the woman continued.
“Strange. I thought he disliked me.”
“He does, very much so. But he said he owed you for sparing our lives, so he came back for you after he routed your forces.”
“Thank you. Both of you.” Satya had no idea how to continue the conversation, so she continued sitting on the bed, making as little noise as possible until a thought occurred to her. “Haven’t I met you before?”
“You saved my daughter, Rosa, from a fire.”
Fuck.
“Ah, yes, that. Um. How, how is she by the way?”
“She’s doing better. She was embarrassed at first, thought the other kids would make fun of her for her scars. Hell, they did make fun of her. But she’s slowly gaining her confidence back.”
“Oh, good, I’m glad.” Satya omitted her own personal thoughts on the matter; it saddened her that Rosa had lost the perfection she had had earlier in life, but it would be cruel to mention that.
“You know, it’s funny, she blamed herself for the fire. Something about being nicer to the ‘woman in white’ whatever that means.” The woman chuckled. “It’s childish, I know. Not that I don’t have my own doubts of course. It was awfully convenient that Vishkar’s only competition here literally blew up right after he secured the contract with the mayor.”
“I—” Satya remembered her conversation with Lúcio, then revised her response. “I was not aware of what would happen.”
“So you deny Vishkar’s hand in it then?”
“I can’t do that—my boss, he doesn’t tell me these things—only what to do and when to do it—but I wouldn’t have destroyed the building, I—I couldn’t have, it was wrong…”
“That’s what I thought.” The woman looked around then grabbed a bowl and filled it with whatever soup she had been cooking. She brought it over to the bed and handed it to Satya. “Here, eat, you’ve been out for a couple days.”
Satya looked away, but took the bowl.
“Thank you.”
“You know she’s afraid to be here? With you?” Satya shot her head back up to look the woman in the eye. “Every second you’re here is a second that my daughter is afraid to be inside her own home. Do you know what that feels like? As a mother, to know that your child can’t be home for fear?”
A second passed, then another, then another. Finally, Rosa’s mother began again.
“I think it’s best that you leave when you’re done eating. Maybe question your bosses about their behavior here, if you really care that much.”
