My Dad Said Bisexual Doesn’t Exist. People Just Are “experimenting”.

Heart Whispers: The Outsider

I wrote up a bunch of ideas for Whispers, if you could use the Heart on the Outsider.

• “The void has eyes as black as pitch, but his are as green as a sun-drenched lake. He doesn’t remember that.”

• “There was a name, once. Long since lost to him, but given away time and time again. He tells himself it doesn’t bother him. That is a lie.”

• “He wants to rest. He is so very tired.”

• “They died screaming, the ones that did this to him. He revelled in the power forced upon him. No longer.”

• (Low chaos) “He always hopes his Mark will not be misused, but he always expects it will be. You’ve brought him the closest thing to joy he’s felt in centuries.”

• (High chaos) “He thought you had such potential. Now you just exhaust him. Like all the others.”

• (Low chaos) “You impress him. You amuse him. Your actions have broken the monotony of eternity. He dreads the day when you will fade away… but even if it bores him, he hopes your ending will be a happy one.”

• (Low chaos) “He cares for you. He doesn’t recognize the feeling, but it is there.”

• (High chaos) “He looks forward to seeing the misery you spread returned to you tenfold.”

• “His human heart fills him with such emotion, but once it filters through the Void he can hardly feel it at all. Just out of reach. It is maddening.”

• “He cannot remember his name, or his mother, or the friends he may have had. But he remembers his father’s fist, the cultists knife on his throat, the ropes at his wrists. He does not remember his laugh, but he remembers his screams. How can that be fair?”

• “He is as tired as you are. Maybe more. He hopes you will both get to rest.”

• “Do not blame him. There were always choices, and Daud chose his path all on his own.”

• “The boy had struck a chord of familiarity. He gifted him his Mark, trying to help. It did not end the way he had hoped.”

• “She called him her black eyed groom. He allowed her delusions. His final favour to an old friend.”

• “The child had been so alone, so afraid. He tried to visit her dreams, to offer company and comfort. But his eyes frightened her.”

• (Corvo Low Chaos) “You are his favourite.”

• (Emily Low Chaos) “He sees so much of your father in you. That is the highest compliment he could possibly give.”

• “He is the Outsider. He sees all, holds power beyond imagination. And he is so, so tired.”

Genius idea: Life is strange saga, but a monkey island style point and click adventure

Chloe’s room pixelart by sunteam

I've always hc'd that the illusive man had her wear it because "UnIfOrm" and the moment she left Cerberus she donned some actual armor

I do write but I never post because it's never good enough for me and I see a lot of posts saying like 'post it anyway! People will want to see it no matter what?' But that's the thing. I don't care about other people's opinions. I care about mine. My fics change and fluctuate each time I have an idea or think up a scenario so it never gets finished. So rather write a proper fic, I just write little drabbles I guess for myself to get it out and the idea will leave me alone. Since 2017 I've been working on this one fic. One fucking fic and its 2020 and my oc's name has changed 3 times. Their origin story has changed more times than I can count. But I'll tell you what never changes, ever in each rendition of this cursed fic.

Miranda Lawson hates the fucking catsuit and wears proper armor.

You're welcome, nonexistant Character who I have loved from the very beginning.

Okay bye

*getting ready for a pride parade* Don we now our gay apparel

MY DAD WORKS FOR WELLS FARGO AND HE WILL FUCKING MURDER YOU

Overheard in class

I got bored in class

My life's going to turn into an 80's movie, and I'm going to be chased around new York and I don't have time for that.

My mom, on her fear of receiving marked money from the mafia

The Outsider: Here , buy yourself something nice

Corvo: This is $7

The Outsider: I said nice, not expensive

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