I Am Become Woman

P’andor and Bivalvan went from “I Hate You” (genuine) to “I Hate You” (sarcastic)

Alternatively: Enemies (derogatory) to Enemies (affectionate)

this is the canon we deserve

Why did nobody ever tell me Hunter was so much fun to draw

do u think that angels having sex with humans was seen as like beastiality in angel-world

(A conversation between me and my cousin, I am convincing him to play Ruina)

Cousin: So how does this game play?

Me: Basically it's one of those rpg dungeon games

Cousin: Okay, how many floors are there?

Me: 10

Cousin: That's not a lot-

Me: Nonono, see, the thing is.

Me: You're not fighting the dungeon

Me: You are the dungeon.

Jesus Christ from the Bible. I'm feeling sacrilegious today

Jesus Christ from The Bible is being blended!!

You cannot save him.

Funeral of the dead butterflies when he's out during Green noon: I came out here to attack people and I'm honestly having such a good time right now.

Random agent: You're... Still attacking people

Random agent 2: Shut up *first agent's name*, ordeals aren't people

(In my personal experience, FOTDB really likes attacking Green noon ordeals, which spawned this idea when I saw the incorrect quotes when I was using a generator)

UpperMoon incorrect quotes I accept as canon (pt 2.)

When you're writing and you suddenly realize you don't know what happens next

Every squad got the:

Needs to be screened for depression.

Why does bro know that?

Must adhere to the knight's code.

Probably a serial killer.

Low-empathy autism swag.

We have GOT to talk about your family.

Kind of a shitbag but understandable given the circumstances.

Spent half their life on a marine vessel. Not straight.

Advocate for workers rights.

Only thing keeping things together.

Plagued by guilt. Not straight.

Is going to fuck everyone over at the first given opportunity.

Burnt out to hell and back.

A tribute to the City of Tears

(script under cut)

1.

Unlike what people thought,

the Dreamers were aware of the world even in the Dream.

So Lurien continued to watch.

For that was his duty.

/

2.

Perhaps,

the title of ‘Watcher’

suits him now

more than it ever did when he was awake.

The Watcher's gaze wanders the city like a ghost.

//

3.

The endless sound of dripping rain, light glinting off the wet streets.

It didn't always rain in the city.

In the years 

since the city was built,

the rain was a relatively new development.

4.

But now even Lurien

finds it easier

to imagine the view outside the windows without rain

than to remember the city of before.

/

5.

Every day the city the Watcher knows falls into ruin.

And Lurien's worn out memories

fade bit by bit

leaving only the vague impression

that 'it wasn't always like this.'

/

6.

A song echoing amidst the patter of rain.

Traces of a dream different from that of the Dreamers.

Or perhaps a requiem from the city to itself.

7.

In either case

the song is not for Lurien.

Lurien loved the Kingdom’s Capital,

the heart of Hallownest.

He did not live the age

where songs for a ruin were sung on the streets.

/

8.

The streets echo with the footsteps of busy bugs.

Peaceful silence hangs in the Spire

and Lurien sits at his telescope.

/

9.

Perhaps

if you cover your eyes

you could pretend

that Lurien’s beloved city

hasn't changed at all.

/

10.

But the Watcher never turns away.

/

11.

The wanderers call this place

the City of tears.

They will never realize

just how apt the name is.