Echo-oaks - Writing Everything

WILLPOWER UNION BELIEVERS WHERE ARE YOU?!

[RESOUNDING SILENCE]

hi im alive hopefully,, I’ve been working on anatomy!!! so here you go :)) i yassed him for you. lets pretend he knows how to tie his shoes.

so tall,,, may you scroll forever. >:)

not to be a sleep awaker (lie) but what about physicist and kokichi for the drabble? totally chill to say no btw!!

OOOH !!!! OKAY . physouma non-despair date time !!!

"Did you know Japan actually has the longest roller coaster in the world?"

Kokichi spares you a look that comes across at a halfway point between bored and amused. "Is that so?"

"Yeah!" You're sort of on a roll now; the busy park and all its pairs of eyes seem to sort of melt away as you crane your neck up to look at the rides; they make colourful curves against the sky, huge and metal and hulking. They're beautiful creations of physics. You could honestly look for hours without getting bored.

"Mm, I don't trust them," Kokichi yawns. "Like, what if they decide they get sick of me and toss me out mid-ride?"

"Oh, uh, that wouldn't happen!" you hasten to assure him. "See, rollercoasters work on kinetic energy, since they don't have engines or anything. Basically, they use a lift or cable to haul them up the first hill, which builds up a supply of potential energy—the longer the climb, the more energy is stored, you see? When the rollercoaster goes down, that stored energy is released as kinetic energy, which gets the carriage up the next hill without the need for a cable!"

You stammer to a halt, suddenly conscious you've been talking for a good minute. Kokichi looks over at you, all focused eyes. If you didn't know any better, you'd think he looked a tad flushed.

"I love it when you talk physics to me, beloved," he says, fluttering his lashes. You feel heat flood your face.

"Oh, just... stop it," you say weakly. "C'mon, I wanna go on this one."

Kokichi eyes the thing warily. "I'm... y'know, I just realised, I'm probably too short! Gosh! Darn it!"

"You're five-foot-one, not a toddler." You curl your fingers around his wrist and pull him impatiently. "Come on."

Kokichi looks down at your joined hands thoughtfully, then shrugs. "Fine! But you owe me. I want a slushie after we're off."

"Sure thing."

"Like, literally the biggest slushie you've ever seen. Grape flavoured."

"I expected nothing less."

I’m a fierce believer and defender of Smooth Brain Astarion (affectionate).

I love that, if left to his own devices, he ends up dead in a ditch. I love that this pasty menace of an elf is a walking disaster. I love that his brain produces one coherent thought per day, only to have it backfire on him later on. I love that his first choice in freedom is to unapologetically be the worst version of himself. Because it makes sense. 

That’s what abuse and trauma do to your brain—they fuck with it. 

And in Astarion’s defence, the man didn’t have to use his brain for nearly 200 years—it’s probably the very thing that kept him as alive as he can be; to survive 200 years of pure shit. 

And what use is his brain when his days and nights are dictated by someone else for as long as he can remember? When he has no say in what clothes he wears. When he doesn’t get to choose what or when to eat. When his body and mind aren’t his own, distorted by torture and hunger and self-loathing, forced to obey his vampiric master. Why use his brain when his survival depends exclusively on his abuser’s whims? 

Astarion could’ve come up with the most brilliant plan possible to escape Cazador or save a mark from their doom, but he never stood a chance of succeeding—which doesn’t mean that he didn’t get punished for trying (or even thinking about it) anyway.

Existing under Cazador was a game he couldn’t win, so why bother playing? 

And it’s only by chance that Astarion’s autonomy is returned to him literally overnight. It’s only natural that he’s overwhelmed by his newfound freedom. How is he expected to make sound decisions when he can’t even recall a time when he could do and say as he pleased? 

Of course Astarion is a walking disaster when he finds himself on that beach after the Nautiloid crash—and he’s fully aware of that! That’s why it’s so crucial for him to get on the player’s/other companion’s good side.

He’s self-aware enough to be so insecure about himself that he would rather trust a stranger’s capabilities than his own. 

Being a catastrophe of a person is part of Astarion’s character journey. Not only does he have to reclaim his personhood, he has to learn how to depend on his own brain again and I think that's such a painfully beautiful, important message Baldur’s Gate 3 sends. 

Because healing isn’t pretty. Nor is it easy.

You’re not alright the moment you’re free of whatever horrors you had to live through—and that’s ok! There’s time and room for you to adjust. 

And the moment Astarion feels more or less safe within his new environment, when he’s fed and treated like a person worthy of respect and consideration, his insights, skills and perception are crucial assets to the group.

Astarion knows his art and literature, and although his little remarks are unhinged at times, he's genuinely witty. Even his objections are, considering the circumstances, absolutely legitimate.

Personally, I love seeing Smooth Brain Astarion become more and more secure in his judgement the more Tav/other companions trust and support him.

Astarion is smart, his brain’s just been stewed for nearly 200 years.

Thinking about those accidental deaths...

I bought Fallout 4 the other day, been playing non-stop, decided to draw my favourite companion from the game

i redownloaded this sims to make this

inspo from this pic

Poor George, I wanna love you but now everything's a crime...

he doesn't look a thing like jesus

(full version on my patreon. STRICTLY 18+)

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