#me!ramble

[unfortunately-obsessed]

Y'know as i played Disco Elysium I felt like I couldn't write a fic based on it since I hadn't finished not even my first playthrough

Now I feel like I have missed a lot and need to do a second playthrough

This is ridiculous. The amount of praised fic I have done even if never directly interacting with the material is astounding but this game is simply so big the concept of writing gets me paralyzed

[unfortunately-obsessed]

Atsv would have been better if we saw more than one dimension collapsing. At least one collapsing because of a break on the canon because an anomaly tore its way through the universe's fabric, and then later Gabriella's dimension dying because of Miguel

Otherwise the movie settled up Miguel to be not only blatantly wrong but also blind– which I get from a writer's perspective, but...

I still think he was right to a point. I understand why he acted the way he did– grief, guilt, accountability, responsabilty...

But imagine the scene, yes? It starts introducing a normal Peter Parker variant dimensions, something tiny goes wrong with canon– Gwen doesn't die, MJ dies too young, Uncle Ben never says the words...

Or maybe the interference of a hero from the Spider-Society, trying to capture an anomaly, disrupts the canon and that dimension simply vanishes. If we could have seen the Spider-Man from this dimension trying to save a kid, mirroring Miguel scene with Gabriella, simply and easily turning into pixels

And that being why Miguel and co. monitore the canon so closely at the start of atsv

It would have made the stakes higher if we could have seen Miguel being right

[unfortunately-obsessed]

When Bruce joined the league of shadows and made himself Ra's Al Ghul's protegee, he was seventeen– a perfect a round ten years since his parents died

He trained with Alfred everyday until he left the manor for boarding school, skipped years, got himself too many degrees, left to tour the world– leeched himself into every person that could teach him how to fight; couldn't stop still

When he joined the lao, he still had baby fat on his cheeks, lanky and tall and fast yes, but only seventeen. The grief is never ending but so is the love; grief raises from love, grief is loveborne– grief is the proof that love was once there

How Bruce mourned what he couldn't save so much he needed to do something about it– he never learned how to separate grief from guilt; guilt is a hungry greedy and yearning beast

Something about how you never stop burying your parents. It'll never be different