#rambling things

[paperclips37]

Stocks are up for Guilty as Sin being totally kingdon.

[cinderedphoenix]

Thinking about Arven and how his parents were too focused on the past/future to pay attention to the present. They were so caught up in a seeking of lost treasure/treasure to be that they lost sight of the treasure that was right there - their son.

[newvegascowboy]

Final Pam companion mod for fallout 4

-A fully developed & coded companion

-Has no inventory limit

-Can only be equipped with an axe and/or fists

-Fully voiced, but the only thing she says is different lines of Griffin’s impressions: ex, when she kills she says, “I do this”

-Is automatically counted as a romance companion, but her only pillow talk line is Griffin saying “Daddy like a pretty baby”

-Will sometimes spawn tins of coffee in her inventory​

[rose-in-the-stone-moved]

All those in Ishgard know that Gwenneth frequents the gardens around the Pillars. It would seem that the Mysterious Robin knows this as well, or else was visiting what little vegetation exists in the Holy See. It lands on the sheathed greatsword of one of her bodyguards, twittering happily and daring to peck the knight's helmeted head before fluttering to the flowerbed.

It was two days before duty demanded that she ride sound for Gridanian territory, though it would have been a lie to say she wasn’t looking forward to the familiarity of its deep forests; to the feeling of green life that endured throughout the winter moons, different from any treasured greenhouse of the Pepins.  Perhaps it was the eagerness to see it again that drew her out into the gardens that day. Her spirits were lighter, she found, and for the moment there was no snow!

Granted, she could have done without the accompanying presence of Sers Edouard and Ramaufont, but both Eliane and Martiallais had insisted upon the escort, and Gwenneth couldn’t really find cause for complaint...save for the nagging guilt of pulling them away from more worthwhile occupation.

Ser Edouard, at least, seemed to have no qualms with the bells outdoors -- but then, the Hyur typically looked pleased about most things, more often than not, in stark contrast to his more dour Elezen counterpart. Ser Ramaufont may as well have been a statue for how much he moved from his rigid position, alert to presumably everything.  

Well, almost everything. He certainly didn’t notice when the robin alighted atop his blade, and only too late when his helmet received a sound pecking.  The Elezen was completely taken aback.  Ser Edouard found this hilarious.

“I can’t believe it!” the Hyur laughed--but not too loudly.  He was on duty, after all. “Your neck is actually so long that a bird just mistook you for a tree.  Well done!”

“And Captain Martiallais is like to mistake your tongue-flapping for something punishable if you do not hold it,” Ramaufont hissed.  

Edouard chuckled, unphased as ever. Ramaufont glowered and regained his previous cool composure.  Gwenneth, meanwhile, hadn’t heard their exchange, but saw the robin flit away from the irritated Elezen just as she began to wonder what was so funny across the way.  Was that--?

Surely it couldn’t be the same bird again!  Fancy would be running away with her to believe otherwise.  At least, that is what a more sensible person might say; one who wasn’t so acquainted with the fanciful as she was.  

So, carefully, so as not to cause the bird alarm, she crept close to where it was perched among the violets and lowered herself with practiced ease to the ground among them.  One slender hand reached out toward the robin, so as to allow it a different perch if it so chose.  

“Fond of the winter violets as well, then?”  The question was softly spoken, and of course the bird couldn’t answer, but, as ever, Gwenneth didn’t seem to mind.  Half her attention was on the pale blue of the flowers.  The other half, inwardly, wondered on and on about her unlikely feathered companion.

Unaware of the great mystery, the knights bickered quietly on behind.

@halonic, @tea-and-conspiracy, and @mythrilreflections for the mentions!)

[cinderedphoenix]

I had this dream last night where the version of the Riddler from the movie The Batman met the Riddler from the comics in front of some night club during some group villain plot thing. They hammed each others egos up about their respective love for puzzles and riddles and psychological games so much that they decided to start dating. Vibes-wise it felt like what tumblr did with the Onceler back in like 2012 except DC made Riddler x Riddler an official gay couple

[cinderedphoenix]

I had this dream last night about Jerma's House Flipper 2 tournament stream but everyone was physically in the same building for it and I was hired as the cameraman. Dougdoug and Pointcrow were showing off their build for round 2 and it was one big glass hotel with some kind of screen elevator on one wall. The elevator was what made the building really tall and also really deep underground because instead of taking people to different floors, it was actually like a vertical sliding wall cabinet thing of different rooms for different nonsense amenities for the glass hotel.

There was a pool in the big room, and the tournament was cut short when in Dougdoug and Pointcrow's round of giving Jerma the tour of their build, they somehow added a feature that updated Jerma's player model to be a naked ken doll version of himself which pissed him off and caused him to flip out and cancel the stream.

[cinderedphoenix]

"Oh character or person with trauma means they are cool edgy and brooding and have epic story flashbacks" Look man, we can't all be Batman