I Can See Amy Hating Herself Enough To Have An Amnesia Inducing Meltdown. Calling Victoria Through Muscle

I can see Amy hating herself enough to have an amnesia inducing meltdown. Calling Victoria through muscle memory and being too shocked and grief-stricken to talk when she answers. Mourning the living. Deifying her love and putting an ideal version of her on a pedestal. Awful yet sincere karaoke. A binoclard torque-dork with plenty of empathy would fix her I agree. Would she be a Sorry Cop?

People say that Amy Dallon is the Shinji of Parahumans, but I declare that she's actually Harry Dubois. I will put this theory in practice the moment I figure out how to write a quest fanfic.

HEARTWARMING: BUG-THEMED SUPERVILLAIN CAN DRIVE NOW

If I was Thomas "Coil" Calvert, I would use my chokehold over PRT to invent the thirteenth parahuman classification, "the Shitter", which I would assign to people I didn't like.

Your Daily Reminder to Click for Palestine!

when i was a teenager it felt very revolutionary to be cruel to myself. like some kind of slow passive protest against how much everything hurt. i starved myself of sleep and food and tenderness because it felt right. it felt sharp and angry and radical and i wanted to be those things. adulthood is the realisation that the world is already working to cut into you well before you learn how to do it yourself. caring for yourself and others is the real protest