finally get to post the first chapter of my fic from the lemon lime Sanzo bang! Make sure to check out the artist, Rover_012, who is linked on the fic!
obsessed with how in Baldur’s Gate 3, if you do Party Politics well enough, the entire gang is just down absolutely fucking horrendous for tav by the night of the party. they want you so bad it makes them look stupid. babygirl behaviour from all of them tbh.
Frankie: It's working! Fucking finally! Just let me make sure baby-Frankie won't be able to see it [pause] ...aaand we're good to go!
Danny: Oh, this is going to be so much f̵͚̈́͝ủ̷̪͊n̷̮̞̂̿.
Frankie: Hey everyone! This is probably a little weird, but I'm not the Frankie you know. I mean, I'm from this reality, just not yet.
Danny: How are you so cryptic? I'm not even that cryptic, and I'm technically dead.
Frankie: [sigh] And I brought a friend. This is Danny, otherwise known as "Phantom." Like the name implies, he's a ghost—
Danny: Half-ghost.
Frankie: —and he's part of the reason I can do this whole thing. Something about the veil being thin this time of year? I don't know, I wasn't really listening.
Danny: Rude.
Frankie: Anyway, we thought it would be fun to do a sort-of-hostile takeover. So, we got some help from a... friend of Phantom's to finagle the timeline, and I got us into the blog.
Danny: It's our blog now! M̴̥̥͙͓̩͍͙̻͚͍̘̭̌̎̒̀̏́̉̀͠͝ͅw̵̘̳̻̥͔͆̔a̴͎̬̓̍̓̊͂̕͝h̸͇͖͍̪͙͆͜a̵̧̧̦͙͈͎͓̼̘̟̬͛̔̈̃͑̈́̓̄̇̐̕͝ͅh̷̡̧̖̲̫̬̺̹̼͗̄̄̂̋̄̈́̒̊̏͝͝a̴̹̻̙̞̱̟͎̭͍͋͊̌̕̚͜ͅh̷͈̻̭̫̬̐̏̿̐͑̊͂̈́̓͗͘̚! At least until the veil closes.
Frankie: Dude! What the fuck was that!?
Danny: The voices of the damned. Anyway, ask us anything you want!
