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BUT THEN you throw in the fact that it's an unhinged ancient vampire and an interdimensional eldritch diva with history?

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Make sure to give him a pat on the way out

I couldn't resist trying to make Jonathan in BG3.....

Priwen is still there for Geoffrey - as he is for them - from life until death for a man like him, but things are different now. He has an image to uphold, responsibilities- lives to carry on his shoulders. Geoffrey is their family, but he's also their boss

Gone are the days of bullshitting in Priwen barracks. Now he's making funeral arrangements for a rookie barely grown into his uniform, who was fed the same promises when Geoff was his age. He can't cry; he can't show weakness. Give them rage. Show the boys there can be righteous retribution. Shape it into a weapon. Kill the leeches.

There's a tiredness in Geoffrey's eyes that didn't always used to be there. The family he would once confide in are worried, but he keeps to his office, keeps pen to paper and a sword as sharp as his word.

There's him and there's them. He, alone, is the foundation. If he were to crack, it would all come crumbling down

Enter Jonathan.

This is such a long winded way to say I thought about what Jonathan and Geoffrey could be to each other. Like a home and a hearth; you can't have one without the other

It's the idea that Geoffrey doesn't really have a true home anymore. Wherever he goes, Priwen follows. Of course there's pride in it- Geoffrey's never been so damn proud of anything else in his life, but being at the top gets lonely.

Jonathan is like home to him. He provides a genuine safety, a comfort that Geoffrey has so long gone without. He is the shelter each night Geoffrey is nothing but relieved to return to from the unending darkness.

I tried to hang on to my interest in it, but it's really waned in the past two years, and I'm finally letting it go.

After eight years, it feels weird. It's the longest anything has ever held my attention like That. Like, it's certainly something I'm always going to carry with me, but to arrive at its "end" is.. weird, odd, there really is no word for it. It almost feels like mourning in a way, as though I'm laying an old friend to rest idk

My life has been forever impacted by Overwatch, and despite how I may change, this will always remain a fact. Without it, I never would have met my forever friends, nor would I have met my wonderful partner of nearing 6 years. It has carried me through so much- it kept me going through so much personal strife, and for that, I'm forever grateful

I'm grateful to the Overwatch community, to the real driving force behind the curtain. I've met so many good people over the years, and to all the art I've seen, to the countless hours of fics I've read, they're the ones that kept me going for as long as I have.

So, with much love, I say thank you. Thank you more times than I can count

If you wanna stick around, then howdy hey I know it's been awhile since I've been around here. Welcome to my fresh start

while messing around out of bounds with NVIDIA Ansel, I noticed this cluster of cubes just hanging out under the Southwark bridge

WELL IT'S WHERE THE FLASHBACKS ARE STORED

Myrddin killing Jonathan

Jonathan serving on the front lines

and the undertakers throwing him into the mass grave