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Happy 10th bday to the Queen of my Heart, Pam Who Death Forgot, The Metric By Which the World Will Be Judged and The Judge, the Final Pam

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In my current wip. I make a pp joke.
The wips after that? Maybe more.
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I want to show you the PEAK sona, because boy I love this game + new cool update came out recently + she's cute! My game often lags, so I sometimes can't see textures at all or only see some of them, and I have to navigate the game blindly... it's an interesting experience.
Dyou think Hornet ever returned to the Hive after the infection and was immediately met with her big fluffy childhood friends trying to kill her. Do you think she tried to make it to Vespa's chamber but was confronted with the infected Hive Knight. And maybe she just. Walked away. Instead of having to kill a companion of her youth. Left them there to buzz mindlessly forever in their burning dreams instead of having to color her needle with the blood of the ones that gifted it to her.
How often do you think she loitered by Herrah's plinth. Surrounded by mindless husks of her family. Watching them kill and rage indiscriminately when once they used to be brilliant and intelligent craftswomen. Dyou think she spoke to her mother's body, not knowing if her words reached her at all, but speaking anyway because who else was there to listen. Do you think she remembered enough of the before to feel the loss of the after. Dyou think she knows that midwife still waits for her, down there in the darkness.
Do you think she knows the White Lady can't see anymore. That she decays, alone, in her tiny little prison barely bigger than herself. That her existence is nothing but the torture of denial. Do you think she ever searched for the last person she thought of as a mother, fought her way through the hordes of mindless mantises and came upon Dryya's corpse outside the chamber. A memory of the old days chanced upon after all this time, and it's just another ruin when she finally found it. And maybe she just stared long and hard at the dead body of a warrior as fierce as herself, and walked away from that chamber without going in. Without caring to look upon a dead mother a third time.
Idk. Just. The angst of having been raised with care and dedication and attention and maybe even affection. And then watching the people that raised you lose their minds slowly, or be lost forever. One by one by one. People who were smarter and more skilled than you and they're less and less themselves until one day they aren't in there anymore and it's just an animal trying to kill you.
Until one day it's just you. It's just you and it's always been just you and there isn't any end in sight and it will always be just you because nothing changes in this frozen place. And you don't leave. You stay. Because they were all here. It's a ruin now. Filled with nothing but living corpses. But they were all here. No one remains now. No one you cared about back then.
But they were here once. This hell was a home once.
So you stay. Sentinel of rubble. Protector of nothing. And all you have are memories and a vigil that never ends

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It's absolutely jarring to look at a post and be like 'oh hey, I saw this yesterday right when it was posted'-that was a week ago. I saw it a week ago. My entire sense of time and reality is completely screwed. I can't fucking tell the difference between a day and a week. Where am i
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In Silksong, I barely ever use the beast crest (the down pogo being all wild really fuckin annoyed me)
But. The one boss that I will only fight with it is Gurr the Outcast. Like, the first time around this fucker was just kicking my ass. I tried out like 5 different builds. Eventually, I just decided 'fuck it' and put on the beast crest with Shakra's rings.
He died so fast. He died so incredibly fast that it caught me off guard. 10/10 I have killed him 3 times just as the beast.
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Ma'am- ma'am. Those are 5 literal organs in your bag. Like actually 5 beating hearts just chilling in your bag. Is this such a normal occasion that you don't even care. Hornet what the fuck.
my random vessel in pharloom post got a note and i realised i never shared angel ....
more thoughts .. some pilgrims view Angel as another pilgrim who has given up all desire (rarely observed sleeping. does not eat. does not speak. does not tend to its injuries. does not accept or carry rosaries. has not completed its own pilgrimade) to seek salvation by helping others. other pilgrims wonder if angel is a bug at all, or if it is a heavenly being sent from above to act as protector. it's very very idolized. i imagine a pilgrim camp somewhere having a shrine / statue dedicated to Angel ..
angel itself .. it ended up in pharloom via jumping between caravans / bands of travellers / etc across the wastes. it vaguely remembers being born for a singular reason , a singular task. but it can't remember what.. in pharloom it's found a task that feels close enough to fill the My Purpose shaped hole in its heart, so it works at that fervently
this took longer than expected but was very fun! Ghost is very subtle, it was fun to work on
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hornet and co. use their magic mind powers to beam their period cramps onto kratt (and also sherma is there)
(please don't she/her phantom or bell beast)

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Permit me to be a little insane and share a specific head-canon i am using for Lace in my fic. Initially it started as just a means to keep the entire plot being solved by riding the Bell beast, but it has evolved into an entire thing now. Lace is literally hollow. Her body is an empty shell made of carefully arranged silk, closer to a basket where the material itself provides tension to keep its shape. More specifically, she has an internal frame of tension threads that work together to give her body shape, and an outer layer of woven silk that forms her skin. (The only exception being the metal pins in her arms and legs, similar to the metal wishbone on Grand Mother Silk, but actually sewn into Lace's body instead of visible on the surface; and what I treat as something akin to a glass bead for her head but is really a bit more complex than that.) This leaves Lace as a very light and delicate bug. She cannot use ventrica stations nor ride the bell beast because the vibration from riding them can pop these tension threads, strong winds such as those in the Blasted Steps can whip her around and the sand in them can work its way through her silk covering and get trapped inside her. She is functionally trapped by her own existence within Pharloom, even with Grand Mother Silk gone. While I do think that given time and effort she can remake her body with silk how she sees fit, these are facts she is forever cursed to live with. She feels inconsequential because her very existence is constrained and fragile in a way that nothing can correct. A literal permanent mark of her mother's control over her even in death.
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