#And the nature of the quests is such that it's not weird to have it be partial like.. again.there's no major plot. it's not like the quests

[felassan]

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[spinnysocks]

vita shows me a stick :]

[lameow-l]

this was literally the only question i was curious about, thanks for asking that for me paimon

like fontainain people married other nationalities yeah?? how did they have kids if they were oceanids.. anddd umm if they could fuck normal humans wouldn’t that make the oceanid in springvale falling in love with a boy from mond a bit problematic lol especially since it’s no longer a fairytale but an actual thing that happened and we witnessed it last patch??

so it’s not the case and new oceanids are just turned into humans but wait!! so celestia allows that?? it keeps constantly happening but they’re not stopping it.. ok sure but also

i wonder how many generations of fontaine people will it take for them to realize that they have to sexually mate to create children now

[hsslilly-blog]

i’m wondering how my other rewrites are going to go because the other quests are much longer than on the hunt. i don’t want to break them into parts because that’s lame and uncentralised things bother me, but i also don’t want it to be. like. 20k words long lmao.

[prokopetz]

Something I love about The Far Roofs is how much of a swerve its premise is if you're coming to it uninitiated.

Okay, so there's these talking rats with a culture of swashbuckling heroism – basic Redwall/Reepicheep stuff.

Also, there's a magical realm called the Far Roofs which exists above every human community, and that's where the rats go adventuring; a little weird, but you can see the precedents in popular fiction. It's like wainscot fantasy taken to its logical-yet-absurd conclusion.

By default, the game wants you to play as a fictionalised version of your (presumably human!) self and go up onto the Far Roofs to have adventures with the rats. All right, now it's coming together: it's like isekai fantasy meets The Muppet Show, with you as the obligatory human character, right?

Then we get to the nature of those adventures: the rats have this whole culture built around questing against beings they call "the Mysteries" – beasties with names like Harpy and Goblin and Unicorn. So basically it's a bunch of muppety rats on the roofs fighting Dungeons & Dragons monsters, and you go up and help them do it. Great.

And then you get to what the Mysteries are actually like, and... well, I'm going to let the following excerpt carry the weight here. (This particular bit of text also appears in a previously published work by the same author, so I'm not giving anything away that's still under wraps.)

Unicorn, which is named Numinous, dwells three steps away and beyond the world, but most often in the Farthest Roofs, where the Steppes of the Sky come down to touch the Vast and Earthen Court. There it is stepping upwards from the world, as it has always been stepping upwards from the world, caught in a moment of transcendent glory that does not complete. It simply is. Melanthios heard the footsteps of Unicorn. Melanthios heard the ringing of Unicorn’s bells. So Melanthios chased Unicorn off to the Farthest Roofs, and Melanthios did not return. Anton and Karel, who were his sons, were wiser than their father. They heard the bells but they did not follow. Instead, they memorized the scent. They gathered swords, and ropes, and nets, and they went out. They brought food and water and all manner of gear. They clung to the roofs with all four feet wheresoever after Unicorn they went. It proved no good. Anton looked up, and Karel to his brother. The world came down— That’s what Karel said. He had time to look away. He had time to bury his head in his paws. He did not see the fullness of Unicorn’s presence. He only saw Anton his brother become unreal. In the light of the moment of the Unicorn, Anton became as a paper figure in the fire. His reality burned out. His shadow seared into the roofs behind him. Where he’d stood, for just a moment, the Steppes of the Sky came down to touch the Vast and Earthen Court; and Anton was gone away. So Karel ran and Karel ran and Karel ran from the Unicorn; and all his life, he envied but was more fortunate than his brother.

These are gods. You're going up there to kill God.

Like, it's still silly wainscot fantasy with funny talking rats, but there's that tension. It's like if Fraggle Rock occasionally took a hard turn to serious cosmic horror – Lord Dunsany by way of Jim Henson – and that tonal juxtaposition was treated as something unremarkable.

Basically what I'm saying is go back The Far Roofs.

[little-fae-hero]

Linked Universe, The Hero of Legend

My headcanons/aus

Art by Atro

Colored version.

Long talk/Ideas under the cut, warning for slightly dark topics. (Note: I may add stuff over time, but nothing will be deleted from the list)

Twilight. Wind. Time. Hyrule. Four. Sky. War. Wild.

Legend (A link to the past, Link’s awakening, oracle ages & seasons, A link between worlds). Other nicknames: The veteran, grumpy pants, Mr. Hero, Hylia’s bastard, Zelda’s Twin.

Hero’s title: Hero of the past, Hero of Koholint, Hero of the Oracles, Hero of Holodrum, Hero of Labrynna, Hero of Lorule.

God that has claim over his soul: Hylia

Part of First’s soul: Caution

History:

The first adventure was a Link to the past, after defeating Ganon it was revealed to Link that he was not only Zelda’s twin but the biological child of Hylia, the golden goddess. Link didn’t want to believe it so he hopped on a ship and left, leading him to koholint. The wind fish picked Legend for his divine blood to help wake him.

Both saving the orcales came from Link not wanting to be home, however after the second one he was convinced bad stuff would happen where he went so he opted to go home and retire.

Later, hyrule was attacked leaving Link alone to rescue it. He also meets a mysterious merchant called Ravio who basically becomes his roommate. It’s revealed Ravio and his sister, Hilda are Link and Zelda counterparts with their mother being a goddess, the Lorule version of Hylia. The humans of that world wanted to get rid of their triforce, basically destroying and corrupting the gods that once protected them.

Link uses the triforce and wishes for their triforce back, saving Lorule. Originally they destroyed their ability to travel between worlds. However, both Link and Ravio wishing for the other plus their demigod blood allows Ravio to travel back to Hyrule. Link tried to avoid doing another big adventure after that, just helping people like you should before he ripped away to LU. 

Death: Legend lives a longer life then most heroes because of his demigod nature, he’s able to see Fable’s granddaughter start to grow up. However his grandniece was curse and the palace taken over by a prince, hell bent on power. Legend at 70 years old ends up running away from Hyrule, taking many magical items with him. Eventually his age catches up with him and lays in a cave, where he passes.He stays as a spirit to give Hyrule his sword to help him survive.

Interest stuff/Headcanons:

Being a demigod is stained on Legend’s body, mostly by his hair which will flow like water when magic is used or high emotions, or faint tattoos that cover his face and body.

All gods have those tattoos when posing as humans, hence why their children have them. However, most are so faint, only about a shade lighter than their skin tone that they are unnoticeable unless in the right light. But they glow when their natural magic is used.

Because of this, Legend refuses to use any of his natural magic, often relying on magical items and jewelry, playing himself off as a lucky adventurer.

He loves jewelry also because of how shiny it is.

The mermaid tail he can get was because of his mother, as one of her domains is water.

Because of the Mermaid tail thing, he can’t really wear pants sense there's a risk of them being destroyed if he hits water.

Legend despises being Hylia’s son and technically a prince, especially since most see male children of the royal family as a curse waiting to happen.

Legend really loved Koholint, he wasn’t a demigod, he didn’t have any weird powers or random quest. It was so bad that if it wasn’t for his mother’s blessing he likely would have drowned.

The only reason Legend woke the Windfish and broke the pocket realm that he came to love was because of Marin.

Koholint was a pocket realm, populated by people that was close enough to the Windfish resting place. Legend doesn’t know this and spent his next couple of adventures looking for Marin, as he physically had some items given to him by her.

Because of Marin he actually uses what little magic leaks out around him and grows the flowers she kept in her hair, always keeping one on him. 

You can follow Legend’s path with ease as the flowers mark where he has rested.

He can play any instrument you hand him.

Legend form in dark areas, a pink rabbit, because rabbits are one his mother animals. He despises this of course.

Legend normally is very untrusting after his first two adventures, however something about Ravio made the hero trust him.

Ravio looks exactly like him, same weird faint markings, same face, same body. It’s just the colors that are wrong.

Legend keeps everything from his adventures with the mentality of ‘I rather have it and not need it than need it and not have it.’

Because of his mother, Legend picks up on languages and puzzles very easily. It only takes him about a week in a new area before he can speak and read it.

Despite having the Triforce of Courage, Legend’s counterpart Ravio, actually has the Lorule Triforce of Wisdom.

All his adventures have him plagued by nightmares; Legend has to use a bit of magic to get a restful sleep.  

He’s good at finding maps and keys, as well as places to eat.

While it’s really hard to poison him, he can still taste the food. So could he eat rotten food, yes, will he? no.

Legend has joint pain, mainly from refusing to use his magic to heal wounds and waiting until he had potion or fairies, the time left its mark.

He has a soft spot for rabbits and seagulls. 

Legend is the one who gave Hyrule his first sword. After his death is spirit remained trying to save Hyrule, and ending up looking after the hero as a merchant.

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Legend is done, let me know you thoughts.

[utilitycaster]

Sorry if you've answered this kind of question before, but yesterday's ask about the villains made me think about the opposite: what kind of story do you think Bells Hells could have worked well in, the way they are? With their complete disinterest about the world I struggle to imagine them working in anything but a monster of the week kind of format where things are just kind of thrown at you...

Hey anon,

This is a fantastic question because it gets to the crux of something I don't know if I've properly articulated and honestly might not have the right words for so if any of my mutuals who have a greater degree of expertise in narratology/storycraft than I do want to mark this up with red pen, go nuts.

The way I approach characters in stories is not just who they are initially; but who they become through the process of the narrative in which they find themselves. I'm not immune to a first impression! I repeatedly find myself initially drawn to more driven, serious, emotionally closed off, genuinely good but kind of a bitch about it characters; and dismissing the ones I see as chaos gremlins, and then having to recant myself if/when the chaos gremlins show more depth through their actions. I rarely find myself drawn to a character like Nott or Fiedra (to use a couple recent examples) from the start; both won me over utterly. This isn't always the case! Sometimes they don't win me over! But my point is that I think most people have archetypes they immediately latch onto and are comfortable with and even might ultimately prefer through the course of the story (and I am no exception), but character and story are inherently intertwined with each other. It's essentially nature vs. nurture but for narrative.

So: a big part of the problem is that Bells Hells were given a story that failed to challenge them in such a way that they would grow into it. They were told what to do and infodumped at and their own motivations often wrapped up remarkably early in the narrative with little effort on their part so that we could get to the Moon Plot, and then suddenly the bottom dropped out and they were suddenly supposed to do a bunch of vitally important quests with relatively little guidance or oversight, and like many a sheltered teen going 1000 miles away for college, they did not respond well. Unfortunately, instead of taking the "well fuck it I'm going to do jaegerbombs and see what happens" route they went the "I'm going to beg whoever I see as an authority for answers while also resenting them for not giving me the answers I wanted or worse, suggesting I try to come up with my own" route.

I think had Bells Hells had an introduction rather more like the Mighty Nein's or what we know of Vox Machina's, they'd have become people who could make those decisions! Because the thing is, both those parties kind of did have a Monster of the Week format early on because that's a really normal way to start a campaign! If they'd spent their lower levels having to reluctantly work together without any benefactors and take watch in a hostile environment and take on weird jobs for money, I can't guarantee that they would have become decisive and self-motivated and interested in the world around them, but I think it would have been much, much more likely! No one was particularly intelligent, but to give an example, Imogen did have a lot of interest in finding out about her powers! A narrative in which that was not a "we have to give her the answer in the first 50 episodes so we can get to the moon plot" but rather a slow burn that required seeking out knowledge and following threads throughout the campaign would have meant regular trips to libraries or archaeological dig sites or academic institution, and that could have served as an ongoing motivator and as a means for other characters to learn more about the world while Imogen was reading about her magic. But because those avenues were largely closed off after the beginning of the campaign and the answer given at like, the 40% mark, there was no opportunity for her to grow or change or develop other interests.

There's a reason why the classic D&D setup is "you meet in a tavern, you take weird jobs on the job board, and you eventually fight god" and not "you meet in a tavern, you have a series of benefactors, you resolve 90% of your backstories in the first 40 episodes, and then the BBEG happens" and it's because taking weird jobs on the job board is what turns you from "only fit for Monster of the Week plot" to "a group of people who can make complicated decisions and who have a deep interest in the world." The only reliable way I've seen to get around this is by explicitly telling your players "This is the basic premise of the story I want to tell, so I need you to play curious and decisive people from the jump." Disliking the odd jobs route of an early campaign but wanting a complex ending is like wanting to run a marathon but refusing to train for it.

I've been trying to focus my critique of Campaign 3 on the campaign itself and not its fans at this point but I think this is relevant: I find a lot of fans are not really that happy with much of what happened, but are big fans of Bells Hells as people (to the point of treating them with more personhood than their detractors). This has led to some statements I can only describe as wildly stupid and in bad faith in which they seem oddly incapable of processing the idea that one's opinion on a character can - and should! - change over the course of the story based on that character's actions; whenever I and others were like "hmm, I don't like the turn Ashton is taking" it was interpreted as some kind of Rapid Onset Bigotry That Exclusively Applies to Ashton And Not FCG (or Dairon, or Yudala, or FRIDA, or like, any other nb characters) or (hilariously given what I just said) inconsistency and not "if you used to like someone and then they said something really shitty, you might not like them any more". And the thing is, that is the problem of Campaign 3 in a nutshell, even without the fandom - Bells Hells seemed to be simultaneously terrified of seeming like bad people and also all too willing to be self-absorbed and inconsiderate, and most crucially never seemed to realize that stasis and indecision are themselves horrible qualities that many people dislike. Bells Hells as the characters who showed up in Campaign 3 episode 1 were not doomed to be the people they became; the narrative (and obviously the player choices) led them into that. I do not, after 121 episodes, give points for lost potential; but a different campaign from the start might have actually brought out that potential and made them into characters who could be the focus of a good story.

[cains-daughters]

hot summer days/nights with werewolf bf!

spending the day at the lake, river or beach, anywhere where he can cool off and obviously it’s a great excuse to get you a bikini. he loves how your body looks with little to no clothes and begs you to wear it.

would want to decapitate anyone that gives you any weird looks, even if it’s just to flirt but at the same time loves that he gets to show you off.

loves to rub sunscreen on you, specially on your legs and ass, he will spend a questionable amount of time while rubbing it on your booty. “just making sure it’s even” he says, you can clearly hear his little smirk.

spends more than 5 hours inside the water or goes on side quests without telling you and comes back with a collection of sea shells, rocks, sticks, bones, leafs or herbs he found for you, no in between

will like to stay till night comes, unless it’s a full moon, but will sit with you and tell you stories regarding his world, the moon and stories that his elders had taught him

will also stay to fuck you till he’s howling and you’re cumming under the stars <3

the nights will feel long because of how hot it is, so both of you just stay awake watching movies, talking in the porch or having friends over, specifically friends from his pack

when you go to bed, he’s always tossing and turning trying not to wake you up but to find a cooler spot.

will get sad if you find his body heat uncomfortable even if you’re already way too hot.

secretly loves when it’s too hot and your sweat mixes with his, the pheromonessssssss. will literally start sniffing you , licking your natural oils, and will obviously end up with his nose on your crotch and you’ll wake up by feeling his tongue licking and sucking on your underwear. “Shhh, just let me stay here, rest my precious one”

literally rotting in bed rn, it’s so hot and all I can think about is having a werewolf bf😿

[mellowtrashtrash]

FNaF World: Welcome to the Freakshow!

Today I challenged myself to see how many characters I could complete in one day. We've got a lot to cover, so let's get started with...

Scrap Baby!

Pizzeria Simulator's iconic wretched dumpster clown!

Some of my finest modeling and animation! Scrap baby was a doozy of a design to try to simplify. She practically has the detail of every Sister Location character combined! Naturally, this proved to be quite the challenge, but in the end it turned out great. The shapes are very smooth and the rigging is exquisite. You can hardly even tell with how swift the animations are, but I was very deliberate with how those little wire-orb things were rigged. They move with the limbs and body to skillfully avoid obvious instances of clipping!

There were lots of hooks and curves involved in the blender process, and it was a meticulous and precarious process, but I managed to pull Scrap Baby together in about three days. After finishing her today, I figured "Hey, why not do a couple more! I have it in me!" And with that, my quest began. The next character(s?) I tackled was...

The Minireena duo!

Everyone's favorite claustrophobic nightmare children!

I decided to go with two of them, in reference to Sister Location Custom Night's two different sets of Minireenas, and also because just one would be far too small!

Now these little punks were a delightfully obnoxious design process! I'd never had the (dis)pleasure of working with two separate armatures in one character before this, and it was quite the challenge. But you all know I like a good modeling/animation challenge. It gives the sometimes boring process some novelty!

Sidenote: Minireenas' eyes are kind of weird. They show up only in specific instances, but are absent the rest of the time. Obviously so, as you can see their little endoskeleton in their custom night icon. No eyes! I think Scott just needed a way to make their jumpscares a little more intense, and didn't want to worry about giving them eyes anywhere else. But hey, those beady yellow peepers definitely worked! They're quite the uncanny sight!

Next, we've got the one, the only...

Bonnet!

Sister Location Custom Night's very own adorable nuisance!

Remember earlier, when I mentioned how just one Minireena would be too small by itself? There wasn't any getting around it this time. Bonnet is, by all accounts, a palette swap of Bon Bon, but does that hold her back from having her very own identity independent of his? Absolutely not! Bonnet has set herself apart with her signature mosey, her insecurity about her (literal) button nose, and her unnerving ability to maneuver around without the aid of an uncanny, leg-bearing, scary bear companion! (Try saying that five times fast!)

It's a little tough to make a character like this work on their own, but I managed to pull it off, and have somehow produced some of my favorite animations so far. Her big leap is very rabbit-like, and it's pretty natural-looking. Her hurt animation has a little shiver to it, like she's shuddering from discomfort. Her animations managed to be very lifelike, despite the limitations of the character's design.

Next up, in a sort of redundant fashion, we've got...

Lolbit!

The oddball salesman adapted for the screen!

Kind of an odd choice of character, considering Lolbit's already been in FNaF World, but with their breakout roles in Sister Location Custom Night and Ultimate Custom Night since their initial debut, I figured it was prudent to include them. My working theory is that once the story of FNaF World had concluded, Lolbit got bored of hanging around in Animatronica, and decided to find some business elsewhere, winding up with their unforgettable inclusion as a face on a series of screens that forces you to type buttons on your keyboard. Not the most stunning appearance, but hey, it's unique! And it's funding the development of new and better Bytes! Then once their contract expired, Lolbit returned to Animatronica to continue developing Bytes, only to find that new shopkeepers had arrived to take their place. Naturally, this meant Lolbit had only one thing left to do: tag along with the adventurers to find someplace to sell without competition!

In contrast to Funtime Foxy's monstrousness, I gave Lolbit the cheeky, cheerful charisma they've been rocking in every one of their appearances across the franchise. As a result, Lolbit's animations are teeming with callous impudence!

Finally, the character you've all been waiting for, the main attraction, the star of the show... It's:

Gumball Swivelhands!

Pizzeria Simulator's shockingly stupendous sweet-supplier!

Bet you weren't expecting this one, were you? Move over Candy Cadet, Gumball Swivelhands is the new star of the candy-dispensing show!

This character was unexpectedly fun to animate, and I adored the opportunity to model its face, but I must say, that expression seems awfully familiar. I can't quite put my finger on it, but it makes me feel a profoundly frustrated sense of déjà vu...

Pizzeria Simulator is chock-full of memorable character designs, and despite its apparent genericity, there's always been something striking to me about Gumball Swivelhands. A concentrated sense of whimsy permeates this character like the suffocating aroma of six different flavors of bubble gum surrounds a gumball machine.

To me, this is what FNaF World is all about! Identifying and celebrating even the strangest corners of Five Nights at Freddy's history! There's a place for iconic, fan-favorite characters, right alongside obscure, sometimes even downright forgettable weirdos like this one! Five Nights at Freddy's is a freakshow, but not one that ridicules its freaks, one that holds them up high with a combination of joy and pride, like a father whose son has won the big sports game. "That's my son!" FNaF says, gesturing to the Eggbaby. "Hooray!" I scream from the bleachers. "Three cheers for these wonderful weirdos! Hip hip, hooray!"

I look forward to whatever I have to share next time. As always, thanks so much for tuning in! I'll catch you on the flipside!

[fawnme1]

hi mei, could you please write about arthurtv (friends to lovers fluff), where he asks if he can rest his head on your lap while watching tv?

STAY AWHILE || ARTHURTV

summary; the request.

a/n; thank you for this, i hope you like it!!

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

The cushions dip beside you just as you’ve settled in, and you don’t even need to look to know it’s Arthur. That familiar smell of coffee and clean laundry, the quiet shuffle of his socks on your carpet — it’s all become second nature by now. You glance over at him, a smirk pulling at the corner of your mouth as he dramatically flops onto the sofa like he’s just completed some epic quest instead of, you know, walking from the kitchen.

“You good?” you ask, one brow raised.

Arthur groans in response, flinging his arm over his eyes like a Victorian damsel. “Absolutely shattered. I swear, filming today aged me about a decade.”

You snort, tucking your legs up beneath you. “Oh no, poor old man. Should we start looking at retirement homes now or after dinner?”

He peeks at you through his arm, grinning. “Rude. I’m a delicate soul and you mock me in my time of need.”

You roll your eyes but your smile softens a little as you shift to make more space. Even though the two of you have been friends for years — through bad haircuts, questionable crushes, and about a thousand cups of tea — there’s still something about these quiet evenings that feels a bit… different lately. Like you’re both hovering on the edge of something neither of you has dared to name.

Arthur sits up for a second, glancing between you and the empty space on the sofa before hesitating. His hand rubs the back of his neck — a tell he probably doesn’t even realise he has.

“Hey,” he says quietly, voice suddenly more unsure than usual. “Is it weird if I ask to, um… rest my head on your lap? Just for a bit. My neck’s killing me.”

Your heart does this stupid little flip, but you manage to keep your expression casual.

“Yeah, of course,” you say, trying not to sound too breathless. “That’s not weird.”

He lets out a breath like he was half-expecting you to say no, and you bite back a fond smile as he slowly stretches out, settling his head gently across your thighs. It’s tentative at first, like he’s testing to see if you’ll flinch or pull away — but you don’t. You wouldn’t dream of it.

Your fingers hover awkwardly for a moment before they find his hair, brushing through it gently. It’s softer than you expected. Arthur sighs — like, audibly sighs — and you swear you feel him melt into you just a little more.

“This okay?” you ask softly, not sure if he’s already half-asleep.

“Mhm,” he hums, eyes fluttering closed. “Feels nice.”

You glance at the TV but can't focus on what's playing. Not when his face is right there, tucked so close, his lashes casting tiny shadows on his cheeks, the faintest trace of stubble on his jaw. He looks peaceful, more relaxed than you've seen him in days.

The silence is warm. Safe. Your fingers keep moving through his hair and he leans into the touch like he's been waiting for it for ages.

"Y'know," he says eventually, voice low and a little scratchy, "this might sound mental but... I've thought about this before."

Your fingers still.

"What, lying on someone's lap?"

He opens one eye, and there's this lazy half-smile on his lips that makes your stomach do a somersault.

"No. I mean — your lap. You."

Your breath catches, the world narrowing to just this tiny space between the two of you.

“Oh.”

Arthur watches you, still smiling, but there's something tentative there too. Like he's testing the waters, unsure if he's gone too far.

"I've been thinking about us a lot lately," he admits quietly. "How it's always felt... easy. Good. And maybe I'm an idiot for saying this now, while using you as a human pillow-but I like you. Not just as a mate."

You blink, fingers unconsciously resuming their soft motion through his hair. He closes his eyes again, maybe to avoid the look on your face, maybe because he's scared of your silence.

But you're not shocked. Not really. Maybe you've known all along, buried the feeling under too many movie nights and inside jokes.

"I like you too," you say finally, your voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes open again, slow and searching.

"You do?"

You nod, your smile growing without permission. "Yeah. Not just as a mate."

He grins then, full and genuine, and it lights him up in a way that makes your chest ache.

"Well," he murmurs, settling in again, "this is definitely the best nap spot I've ever had."

You laugh, swatting lightly at his shoulder. "You're ridiculous."

"Maybe. But I'm your ridiculous now, right?"

“God, that was so cringe.”

“And yet you’re still playing with my hair.”

You roll your eyes, but you don’t stop. You don’t want to.

The TV flickers on in the background, but you both ignore it, content to stay just like this — finally, impossibly, beautifully more than friends.

[sunburstsandmoonshadows]

Stanley and Sixer!

Sent to Gravity Falls to live with a great aunt they barely know with no warning, the twins have… slightly different reactions. Stanley is not at all impressed with the idea of kicking it around some backwater town for a summer when they could've been working on the Stan o' War. Stanford is also put-out, but is optimistic about finding fun in documenting interesting things in the woods. Their attitudes pick up even more when they discover a spellbook lost in the woods that teaches them that Gravity Falls is full of weirdness and adventure. They both want to discover the two Authors of the spellbook, though each has a secret favorite author they want to meet in particular.

Stanley: With his brash yet suspicious personality, he finds his fun in looking for monsters in the woods with the hopes of beating them up and making a name for himself--a stance the creatures of Gravity Falls don't appreciate much. He feels a growing distance between himself and Stanford and has no idea what to do with it or how to talk to his twin about it, so he masks it with bravado and charm. He constantly thinks of ways to make himself important and interesting, which often blow up in his face. Thinks he's cooler than he really is.

Stanford, aka Sixer: Once he realized that Gravity Falls is a town full of weirdness, Stanford was thrilled by the thought that it might be a blessing in disguise, a place to finally branch out and make friends who won't run once they see his hands. He really, really wants to make friends with anomalies, like one of the sirens that supposedly live in the lake or the boy who claims to be a psychic. This goal combined with his trusting nature might lead him down dangerous paths. At least he has Stanley to help him! Though lately it feels like Stanley has been less honest and more clingy than usual, and it's starting to grate on him...

While Dipper and Ford are paralleled in the show, I feel like Ford as a child would have an attitude that parallels Canon Mabel's better in terms of inciting the plot. They're both enthusiastic to the point of being Too Much, intense, and often convinced they're right above what others think, and I just feel like him having a quest to find friends takes the place of Mabel's quest for a boyfriend very well. Meanwhile this Stanley has the skeptical but investigative attitude of Canon Dipper, and I could see him being the type to want to prove himself a la Dipper vs Manliness, provoking people he really shouldn't provoke in the name of showing who he can be.

[eden-falls]

the manwhores of the realm. i mean fellowship of the ring

design notes under cut!! this is the product of a lot of work and i planned to design EVERYONE but i got tired and this is a good stopping point. for now.

expect more sansûkh gigolas soon. what a genuinely phenomenal piece of writing

gandalf:

• just an unassuming scruffy old guy. nothing weird going on here definitely not a minor god wandering around kidnapping hobbits for quests

• the staff was inspired by a shepherd's crook which felt appropriate considering his role

• i did also design gandalf the white but i dont like that one as much so if it ever comes up i'll go back to it

the hobbits:

• tails!! the length indicates age which is why pippin's is the shortest

• frodo's outfit is inspired by welsh traditional clothing (i am welsh) while merry and pip are kinda more general edwardian style and sam more medieval aligned based on a particular vintage costume design i dug up

• pippin's pockets are endless and hold many mysteries! he ties his hair like that to look taller

aragorn:

• to be honest. still not sure about him. i think the green is a mistake when putting him next to legolas and i sort of think the elves of rivendell go for deeper blues and purples, but my reasoning for the green was like... nature and camouflage? this one is still subject to change colour wise

• i didn't forget arwen's necklace he just wears it under the jacket

• yah theres not really any real life inspo. the cut of the jacket is viking i think but it's like 90% made up

• the books say he is the tallest so i let that hold true. however. know i am not happy about it and will probably continue to draw legolas the tallest otherwise

boromir

• first and foremost black hair. idgaf thats what the books say and in this regard i like canon more so

• i didnt wanna just do black and white gondorian colours so i played about with saturation a bit

• i moved the tree from the shirt area to his belt buckle only because i have made the shirt too complex to properly display it

• a little inspired by traditional turkish wear! i don't have much reasoning its just how i imagine minas tirith style clothing

legolas:

• hes a WOOD ELF he is GREEN 💚

• always has a stray leaf in his hair its literally in the name

• he has scabbards for his daggers on the back of his belt

• silver metal details rather than golden like the others

• like pippin's pockets nobody knows how deep his little bag actually is. he probably puts bugs in it or something

• his bow is pretty simple. i like to think he made it himself or maybe tauriel if we r considering her canon

• hair defies physics slightly

gimli

• high ponytail gimli truther it's just GOOD

• as is usually headcanoned, there's an overwhelming viking influence here. i felt however that horns on the helmet would be too much (and historically inaccurate if thats something that matters)

• jewel tones! i think he has an appreciation for aesthetics like this. nice patterning as well

• i added leather armour here but i probably won't draw it very often because why would he wear armour to smooch legolas. it's just so i can be consistent when i DO draw it honestly

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𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕊𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕫

Oscar Piastri x Horner!Reader Monaco, Canada and Spain oh my! Oscar decides to continue his quest for world domination (claiming home races) and prove that he's the best boyfriend his ex ever lost.

Warnings: my usual warnings apply :P (for the love Nicole Piastri, please pretend oscar's wearing an rbr suit. i beg)

⋆Ember's Notes⋆ I will try my best to get each chapter out on the weekend of the last race mentioned in the chapter. For example, this is being posted in time for the Spanish GP, and the next should be out in time for Silverstone as that will be the last GP mentioned in the next chapter.

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user4351 she gets one dog and somehow also brings home a whole ass MAN -> misshoney.lemon uhhhh Mum says I'm much more than JUST a dog. -> user4351 misshoney.lemon you're so right, that's mb

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user5598 Admin really said "yeah oscar got 2nd at monaco, but look at my clothes" -> yn.horner the girlies that get, get it

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"You hate your job. The pay is bad, your manager is worse, and customers are somehow both entitled and clueless. Just as you finish contemplating whether unpaid breaks are a human rights violation, weird new people keep showing up to the café. They all seem to know each other. Sometimes they talk in cryptic phrases. What the hell is this domain and why do they want to expand it? One time, a man with stitches on his forehead walked in, made prolonged eye contact with you, and then left without ordering anything. You’re pretty sure he was a serial killer. Another time, the one with white hair and sunglasses indoors mentioned a "higher mission", and you’re 90% sure this is how cult documentaries start. One of your regulars only speaks in weird food-related phrases. You assume he has some kind of medical condition, but no one explains anything to you. But you are not about to ask questions, because ignorance is bliss and also job security. And unfortunately, they are all weird and they seem very interested in coming back."

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The café always smelled like burnt espresso and despair.

This was, of course, not part of the marketing strategy. Just the natural consequence of a workplace where half the employees hated their jobs, the other half hated their lives, and you were a proud member of both categories.

The café wasn’t anything special. It was only a small, cozy place wedged between a laundromat and an even smaller bookstore that no one ever seemed to enter. It had decent coffee, passable pastries, and an espresso machine that made a sound like it was summoning demons every time it started up.

The morning rush had been a disaster, as usual. Some guy had ordered a "triple ristretto oat milk cortado with a whisper of cinnamon," and you'd fought the primal urge to ask if he wanted a therapy session with that. Then there was the woman who had stared at the menu for ten full minutes, only to proudly order "just a water" like she had done something revolutionary.

Like, sure, working at a café wasn’t the worst job in the world—there were no life-threatening situations (except for that one time Greg the Manager almost set the espresso machine on fire), and the pay was just enough to keep you from selling your left kidney. But there was something deeply soul-crushing about having to ask, “Would you like oat milk with that?” to people who wouldn’t hesitate to commit war crimes if you got their order wrong.

Still, you endured. Mostly because rent existed.

Now, with the lull between rushes, you were enjoying a rare moment of peace. There was only one customer in the shop: a guy sitting at the back, writing something aggressively in a notebook, occasionally stopping to stare into the distance like he was the main character in a tragic novel. You respected the drama.

Then the door opened, and you instinctively pasted on your Customer Service Smile™.

Two guys walked in. The first was a teenager with pink hair and a face that screamed "golden retriever in human form." He looked energetic, friendly, and like he’d never had a bad day in his life. He was smiling in a way that suggested he was either extremely friendly or about to ask if you had time to talk about your car’s extended warranty.

The second guy, though. Oh wow.

He was taller, older-looking, and had long black hair tied into pigtails. He walked in like a broken NPC. His movements were a little too stiff, like he was buffering between each step. Like he was following some kind of invisible instruction manual on "How to Act Like a Normal Person in a Café."

And was failing miserably.

His face was blank, aside from the faintly confused look in his brown eyes, and there was something weirdly intense about the way he stood there, as if he was waiting for someone to give him a quest.

You watched as the pink-haired guy - who had clearly dragged his companion here against his will - led them to the counter, grinning.

"Hello! Welcome to-" You trailed off when you saw the pink-haired one aggressively whispering something to his friend while gesturing toward the menu.

Pigtails nodded, his expression not changing even a little. "Understood. I will engage in an order transaction."

What.

Pinkie sighed. "Okay, man, just-just order like a normal person, alright?"

Pigtails turned to you. The eye contact was... unsettling. Not in a creepy way, but in a why does it feel like this man has never spoken to another human before way.

"Hello," he said, very seriously.

"...Hi."

"I am Choso. I would like a drink."

You blinked. "Uh. Yeah. That’s usually how this works."

Choso nodded slowly. Pinkie looked like he wanted to die.

"I will take... one coffee," Choso said, after a long pause.

Your deadpan stare could’ve rivaled the sun in intensity. "What kind of coffee?"

Choso blinked, staring at you like you had just explained quantum physics. Maybe he really wasn’t used to human interaction. Either way, it was kind of hilarious. "A normal coffee."

"There are a lot of normal coffees."

Choso looked at Pinkie, who was now staring at the ceiling like he was regretting every choice that had led him here. "Brother. What is a normal coffee?"

Pinkie groaned. "I told you, just say ‘latte' or a 'cappuccino.’"

"Latte or a cappuccino," Choso repeated, nodding.

"...Do you want latte or a cappuccino?" you asked. keeping your voice professionally neutral despite the immediate urge to start laughing.

Another long pause. Choso looked at Pinkie again. "Brother. Which one do I want?"

Pinkie ran a hand down his face. "Latte."

Choso turned back to you, face grave. "Latte."

You stared at him for a long moment, then pressed the button on the register. "Got it. One latte."

Pinkie, who you were now convinced was the only reason Choso had not accidentally wandered into traffic, exhaled like he’d just survived a war. "And I’ll take a cappuccino under Yuji, please!"

"Coming right up," you said, grabbing a cup.

As you worked on their drinks, you could feel Choso’s stare drilling into the back of your head. You stole a glance over your shoulder and, yep. There he was. Watching. Completely expressionless.

Yuji was whispering frantically. "Dude, stop staring, it’s weird."

"I am observing the coffee-making process," Choso replied.

"You’re making them uncomfortable."

Choso frowned. "I do not wish to cause discomfort."

"Then stop staring."

A pause. "Understood."

He pulled Choso toward a table by the window, where Choso sat so rigidly that it looked like he was about to be interrogated by the FBI. Yuji, in contrast, had already pulled out his phone and was scrolling through something with the casual ease of a person who had never been socially awkward in his life.

You caught Choso glancing around the shop, his brows slightly furrowed, like he was still adjusting to the idea of being here. The more you watched him, the more he reminded you of a stray cat—tense, a little lost, and not entirely sure whether he wanted to trust anyone.

Shaking your head, you set about making their drinks. It wasn’t until you brought them over that you noticed Choso still hadn’t moved from his original rigid sitting position. You slid his drink in front of him and waited, curious to see how this played out.

He stared at the cup. Slowly, his eyes lifted back to you. “What is this?”

You stared back. “Your latte.”

Choso blinked again. “Do I drink it?”

Yuji nearly choked on his cappuccino. “Of course you drink it! What else would you do with it?!”

Choso, apparently, had to think about that.

You bit the inside of your cheek. “Yes, it’s for drinking. But if you’d rather throw it on the floor, I won’t stop you.”

Choso took a long, considering pause before, finally, picking up the cup. He took a careful sip.

Then froze.

Yuji leaned forward. “You like it?”

Choso’s fingers curled around the cup, his blank face shifting just slightly, eyes widening, shoulders lowering. If you didn’t know better, you’d say he looked… moved.

"Brother. This is satisfactory." he murmured, almost reverently.

Yuji pumped his fist. “See? Told you you’d like it!”

Choso looked at you. "Barista. This is satisfactory."

"Uh. Thanks."

Choso nodded solemnly, like you had just exchanged some kind of sacred vow.

You raised an eyebrow, unable to resist the urge to ask. “You’ve never had a latte before?”

Choso shook his head.

Yuji sighed. “He’s been missing out on a lot of stuff.”

That much was obvious.

Still, you watched as Choso took another sip, eyes half-lidding as he savored it. For someone who barely seemed present in his own body, he was taking this latte very seriously. It was almost kind of… cute? In a weird, vaguely unsettling way?

You shook off the thought, taking your place back behind the counter. Missing out on a lot of stuff though? What did that even mean exactly? Had he been living under a rock? In the mountains? Was he raised by wolves? Should you be concerned?

When they finally left, Yuji waved cheerfully. "Thanks for the drinks! We’ll be back soon!"  

Choso paused at the door, looking at you like he was trying to process something. Then, after a long moment, he gave a slow, awkward nod.  

“Farewell, barista.”  

With that, they were both gone, Yuji chattering on about who-knows-what while Choso followed, silent and looming.

You let out a breath.

What the hell was that?

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Be a Gladiolus in a Field of Belladonnas pt20

Welcome Your Grace

(Synopsis): You escaped the Fortess of Meropide and now you find that there are people and creatures who are willing to help you

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(Characters): Lyney, Lynette, Freminet, Mary-Ann, the Melusines, Mamere, Ei, Makoto, ???, ???, ???, & ???

(Tags/Warnings): gn!reader, Fontaine world quest spoilers, reader is called “granwa”, (if I missed anything lmk)

(Word Count): 2.9k

(A/n): We finally reached part 20! I think I might host a Q&A about the series!

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Along the coast of Fontaine there stood two siblings waiting for someone to emerge out from the water. The sister sensed her brother’s inner turmoil, she put her hand on his shoulder to give it a reassuring squeeze

“We’ll find them and they’ll be okay.” Lynette said

“I know, it’s just the uncertainty of their situation, were they captured, are they alive or are they-”

“Lyney! Even if we don’t find them there are agents who are currently looking for them. Remember what Father said, their Grace is resilient.”

Before Lyney could get a word in the two see someone coming out of the water, the twins rush over, getting their shoes and socks wet to hear news about you

“Anything, Freminet?” Lyney asks

“No sign of their Grace.” The young diver explained. “It’s weird it’s almost like they disappeared.”

“Please don’t tell me that…”

“Perhaps someone who is on our side took them and is keeping their Grace safe.” Lynette suggested

“If not us then who?” Freminet questioned

Where are you?

Oh yeah, you’re in the ocean after you escaped from the Fortress of Meropide

You could swim up but you’re so tired. Maybe that fight against Wriothesley took a lot more out of you. You watched as the light from the sun gets farther away from your grasp

Weird, you aren’t struggling to breathe but it feels like you’re in water. You felt a pair of arms wrap around you and pull you in deeper

Before you could even question what it is that is pulling you down your eyelids get heavy, so heavy that it’s impossible to keep them open. Is this how you were going to die? Drowning in the ocean? Hey, at least it’s not at the hands of your doppelgänger

.

..

…

You feel the fatigue in your body slowly dissipate and your eyes don’t feel as heavy as they once were. Slowly opening your eyes you find yourself in a garden with lush plants and colorful flowers

Is this the afterlife?

You were taken out of your thoughts to see a woman with vibrantly blue hair and eyes to match coming out of the little cottage with a tray carrying a tea pot and two cups

“Oh good you’re awake.” The woman smiled at you, a knowing smile one that told you she didn’t hold any hatred in her heart towards you

“Uhh, hi…” You awkwardly waved at the woman who giggled at your stiff nature

“You seem very stressed, here have some tea.” She said before pouring you a cup and then some tea for herself

Carefully taking the porcelain cup in your hands and closely looking at it to find anything unusual, but you found nothing expect for your reflection to be staring back at you

God, you looked like hell. Well it makes sense since you been through it and back

You watched as the woman peacefully took a sip of her tea, it came from the same pot so it must be safe to drink

The tea tasted sweet on your tongue, maybe that might be because of the slop the guards have been feeding you back at the prison

“Uhm, where are we?” You cautiously asked almost afraid to interrupt this peaceful moment

“We’re in Annapausis.” The woman explained

You looked at her confused but decided to brush it off, at long as you’re not in the fortress then you’re fine with that

“And who are you…?”

“My name is Mary-Ann. I know all about you.” Once those words left her mouth you began to tense up and started to look for any way to escape this place, “Don’t worry I mean you no harm, I am aware that you are the reincarnation of our great creator.”

“Ohh… how do you know that.?”

“Because like my sisters we’re all connected to streams of Teyvat and they hold the memories of this world.” Mary-Ann lowered her tea cup and looked at you sternly. “I contacted you because I know that you needed my help, I however can’t do anything in this time, but you will be in good hands soon.”

There it is again. “Wait what do you mean by that?” You tried to ask

“Now it’s time for you to wake up.”

You open your eyes to see yourself surrounded by these little creatures that reminded you of Aranara

“Granwa, are you okay, your leg is bleeding?” A little creature asked

You pushed yourself up and look around. “What are you, where am I, and why are you calling me Granwa?”

“We are Melusines and you are in Merusea Village.” A Melusine explained with blonde hair said

“You’re hurt, please let us help you.” Another Melusine with purple hair said

You let the little Melusines tend to your leg and other wounds that you didn’t notice before, they tended to your leg and with such care that it almost felt like reverence one would show to a god. You cautiously watches the little creatures scurry around you and whispering among themselves, the feeling that something bad would happen kept gnawing at you. Do these seemingly harmless creatures want you dead like everyone else?

“Uhm, do you guys know who I am?” You asked testing the waters

All the Melusines looked at you like you had grown two heads before a redheaded Melusine walked up to you

“Of course we do, you’re the creator of our papa and thus our Granwa! A scary lady who reads the stars told us!” She said hugging you

You hugged the redhead back and it seemed that this was the cue for the other Melusines to swarm you with hugs

“You all don’t know what’s going on out there?” You asked

“What’s going?” A Melusine with messy purple hair asked

You explained to the Melusines the hunt going on for you because your doppelgänger called for it, the news of this horrified the little creatures. Some crying and others were hugging you as a way to comfort you

“We won’t let those bad people hurt you, Granwa!”

“They’re not all bad, they’re just misguided and the only bad person is my doppelgänger.��� You said as you pat the head of a blonde Melusine. “What you all can do to help me is to let me stay here for a bit, just until I’m fully healed.”

“You can stay for as long as you like!” Another Melusine said

With that you became a temporary resident of Merusea Village. The Melusine took an instant liking to you and referred to you as their grandparent and just like any grandparent you cared for the Melusines as best as you could given your situation. You sang songs to them, helped them with tasks, and told them fairytales from your world. The Melusines showed you many things that didn’t make sense to you but you loved it anyway, from paintings to the food they all eat. This must be how a grandparent felt when their grandchildren are up on the current trends, you still love the Melusines nonetheless

One day as you were trying to find some food that wasn’t Tidalga for yourself when a Melusine with a messy art smock came up to you looking a bit nervous

“Oh hello, Mamere!” You greeted

“Hi Granwa, father wants to talk to you.” The little Melusine said

“Your father? Okay where is he?” You asked

Mamere held out her mitten like paw for you to take, she might take you there so you took your larger hand into hers and instantly felt another presence. This presence didn’t put you on edge instead it felt very familiar, like when you talked to Dvalin and Andrius

“Hello?” You cautiously asked

“Hello, your Grace, it’s been so long…”

“Wh-who are you?”

“I’m the father of the Melusines, Elynas.” The disembodied voice explained

“How do you know me?”

“I’ve known for a long time, you were the one who gave me the name, Elynas.”

“I’m sorry but I don’t know what you’re talking about, how do you know you’re not talking to the wrong person?”

“No need to apologize, your Grace. Despite being reborn as a human you still give off the holy light that I saw in the cold darkness.” You griped onto Mamere’s hand but not enough to hurt her, the Melusine turned to look at you with a worried look on her face. “I’ve been wandering around in that darkness for a long time until I spotted a speck of light in the distance, I ran towards it and there I was greeted with your regal and divine self. You embraced me and said to me ‘you’re lost too, do you have a name little one?’ At that time I didn’t know my name and so you gave me the name Elynas, saying ‘a name of a king suits you’. I’m rambling about the past, we don’t have enough time. I know you are in need of power, am I right?”

“Yes, I need to connect with all of the trees that are connected to the Ley Lines.”

“I know what you are talking about.” Elynas said. “But you need to leave Merusea Village as soon as possible.”

“Okay, just let me say goodbye to the Melusines.” You said sad that you have to say goodbye so fast

Once news of your departure reached every corner of Merusea Village all of the Melusines stopped what they were doing to say their goodbyes, it didn’t matter if the task was of great importance, your departure was more important

You hugged each Melusine one by one. They all bid their farewell with tears in their eyes and some begged you not to leave, knowing that you will be in danger and possibly hurt again

“Granwa, please don’t go, you can stay here, we’ll protect you.” Iara said

“I know you don’t want me hurt, but me being here is putting you all in danger and the last thing I want for you all to get hurt because of me.” You stood up and put your hand on your chest over your heart. “I promise when this is over I will visit and I’ll bring you some gifts.” You laughed the last part out

“Are you ready?” Mamere asked

“Yes, I’m ready.”

You waved before turning your back on the Melusines, you and Mamere made your way out of the little underground village that was home for a little while

Finally reaching the surface you felt the moonlight on your features, odd, maybe since the moon is constantly glowing that means you can feel its cool shine. Mamere tugged at your borrowed Fatui jacket and urged you to keep moving. The two (well three) of you made your way into the water and began swimming, once you were fully submerged the water felt a lot different than regular water. For one you could breathe in this “water” and you could see without feeling like you need to closing your eyes, as you were swimming the animals followed you as if they knew who you were. Once you emerged from the water they all watched you walked towards the Ley Line tree before continuing on with what they were doing. When you reached Fontaine’s tree and you were greeted by a familiar blue haired woman

“Mary-Ann?” You asked

“Hello your Grace, Elynas asked me to aid you in connecting with the willow tree.”

“This willow tree?” You pointed at the tree that didn’t look like either of the trees in Natlan or Inazuma, it looked almost dead…

“Yes, father says it is corrupted and needs to be purified by your touch.” Mamere spoke for Elynas

Corrupted? You looked up to see if there was a large pillar floating above it like the frostbearring tree back in Mondstadt, will the forces that corrupted the tree not let you resonate with it. Well only one way to find out

You put both of your hands on the tree’s bark and began to concentrate on it, closing your eyes you didn’t see the water surrounding the tree becoming lighter, the barker brightening up, and the murky yellow leaves on the tree and those surrounding it turning into blue

“Granwa did it!” Mamere cheered

“Hold on, their Grace is concentrating…” Mary-Ann said

Slowly but surely you find yourself in an unfamiliar terrain, nothing that you’ve seen on Teyvat. Unsure of what to do you began to wander around the strange place that seemed to be barren of life, you kept walking until you heard cries and a figure hunched over in the distance. Cautiously you walked over and saw a giant person with white hair on their knees with their back towards you

“H-hey… are you okay?” You asked

Your eyes lowered to see a broken sword and the person’s clothes covered in golden specks, it almost reminded you of your blood whenever you get cut

Wait

You walked over and knelt down to take a look at the face of the figure you were met with the face of you

You saw yourself crying for what, you don’t know you can’t help but feel the same way, the feeling that you did everything to make a situation better but ended up making it worse

“…………”

“Y…Gr….”

“Your Grace!”

You gasped and fall back expecting to hit the ground only to be caught by Mary-Ann

“What was that…?” You asked in between pants for air

“You must have seen an old memory of yours.” Mary-Ann theorized as your breaths became more calm. “As you continue to connect with Teyvat you will unlock more and more memories, some unpleasant ones���” Mary-Ann looked away

“That was just one memory and there’s only 2 trees left, how do I regain all of my memories?”

“Talk to other Loachfolk, they will be more than happy to lend you their hand.” Mary-Ann explained

“Other Loachfolk?”

“Yes.” Mary-Ann nodded as water began to surround her and out came an Oceanid. “Please take part of me so you can regain part of your past self.” Mary-Ann said as a small ball of roaring water appeared in front of her and slowly made its way towards you

Hesitatingly you took the ball in your hands and instantly the water evaporated, you closed your eyes to focus on the strange feeling swirling within your chest

Sensing the change in scenery you opened your eyes to find yourself sitting in front of Ei, but she looked kind of different. Her robes were a lilac purple and her eyes looked much softer. You looked around to see another Ei standing by the door with her sword ready to strike down anyone or anything that dared to bring harm to you

“Beelzebul, come sit with us. There’s no need for you to stand gaurd while I’m here.” You felt the words come out before you knew it directed towards Ei

“I can’t, you can enjoy your tea with Baal, I am perfectly fine with standing guard.” Ei said keeping her eyes out for any danger

“There’s no convincing Beelzebul when she is dead set on something.” The woman who looked exactly like Ei who you figured was Makoto said as she shook her head

“This is no laughing matter, we almost lost their Grace to that outlander and I do not want another one coming after them on my watch!”

“Please don’t fight you two.” You pleaded making the two sisters turn towards you. “I’m healed from that encounter with the outlander, there’s no need to be on edge.” You picked up your sweet dumplings and offered them to Ei. “Why not enjoy the time we all have together, we all know that this won’t last forever.”

“If you insist, your Grace.” Ei sighed as she sat down next to Makoto and took the chewy dumplings. She examined them closely before biting a piece off and instantly her eyes lit up, the usually stoic god having a look of awe as she chews on the dango made you and Makoto laugh

You closed your eyes and opened them back up expecting to see the twin sisters but instead you saw Mamere and Mary-Ann

You were right, it won’t last forever

You turned towards Mary-Ann and put your hand over your heart. “Thank you Mary-Ann, I don’t know how to repay you.”

“Do not worry about it, you taking your rightful place on that throne is enough for me and every Loachfolk. Do remember that if you ever want to reconnect to your old self just gaze into any body of water that is reflecting the moon and it will come to you.”

“Thank you both, I guess this is goodbye for know. I just don’t know where to got to next.”

“Don’t worry, a lady who reads stars will help you.” Mamere said

That’s the second time you heard of ‘a lady who reads the stars’, like an astrologist? You knelt down to be eye level with the Melusine

“Umm, Mamere who do you mean by that?”

“She means me.” An another voice called out

You turned your head to see 4 women standing before you. The women all looked mature and wise, you recognize one of the women. The blonde haired and pointed ear one the same one who visited you in the fortress, she is the one who steps up

“Hello your Grace, I am Alice, you know my daughter Klee.” The woman bowed and the other women followed suit. “And we are the Hexenzirkel!”

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A list of things that bother me about Dragon Age: The Veilguard Part 2

I already touched on a few things that caught my attention and personally irked me about the game. After getting through some more of it naturally a few more points have come up. Though I think they are not really new aspects but more concrete examples of what I had touched on last time.

Without further ado, let's get into it.

!Spoilers below the cut!

The dialogue is repetetive and at times contradictory

Like I already discussed last time the dialogue is bad, to express it in the simplest of terms. As I progressed through the game I stumbled upon a glaring example for what I mean.

In the questline where you infiltrate a Venatori meeting there is a part where Neve in disguise and in company of Rook and another companion gets a Venatori to admit that Elgar'nan was present but not Ghilan'nain. For some inexplicable reason Neve turns around and repeats this twice as if Rook wasn't present.

I stated in my last post that the game feels the need to state the obvious. This is what I mean. It makes the dialogue feel like a rough draft that was incorporated into the game without further polish.

As of its contradictory nature two examples come to mind.

In Harding's companion quest you meet this dwarf of Kal Sharok. His dialogue is stoic, no bullshit straight to the point and passionless. Which was fine. But after several minutes of him being that way they get to stone statue Valta who speaks in these misteryous riddles and suddenly he switches to this unserious tone of "Oh that weird statue, we never know what she's saying, ain't she funny." (I'm paraphrasing here). I was confused for half a minute because of his sudden change in attitude and left wondering what his characterization is supposed to be now: serious or quirky?

Same thing with Taash's whole story. This is especially upsetting because I feel like they could have done such great work with it.

Instead it suffers so much from several inconsistencies that I felt sorry for the VA because they actually did a great acting job.

Taash has a coming out scene with their mother where they reveal they're non-binary. Ignoring the usage of modern terms in a medieval-ish setting, the conflict about their gender makes no sense.

The writing wants you to believe Shathann is not okay with her child being non-binary but she never actually expresses such a thing. Actually Shathann sort of had an inkling that Taash was no ordinary woman ("Behaves more like a man...") and she never passed any negative judgement on it. When Taash told her this she even tried to understand by categorizing their identity into qunari vocabulary she knew (remember the term aqun-athlok?).

I get how hard it is to have an overly critical mother and the feeling of not being good enough but that was not what Shathann was about in that scene and it did Taash so dirty because they looked more like an entitled teenager than someone suffering from trauma and perfectionism.

But moving on.

Some old characters are mischaracterized

It's Scout Harding. I mean Harding.

I was really excited to have her as a companion in the new installment but they sort of butchered her character that I found myself annoyed everytime she opened her mouth.

And this is because they make her sound so immature. Really think about it. DATV somehow makes Scout Harding sound younger and more childish than she was in DAI despite the fact that she is supposed to be a whole decade older in DATV than in DAI.

I don't know what direction her VA recieved while recording but everything was pronounced so slowly and extra clear that it seemed at times that Harding was either talking to a confused elderly person or a child.

She herself uses expressions not fit for her age. The most jarring moment was when she called the Blight in D'meta's Crossing 'weird' and sounded like a teenager who has stumbled upon furry art for the first time on deviantArt. This pattern pretty much continues throughout the game. And it hurts so much.

Also Morrigan. She at least still uses her even for DA setting standards antiquated vocabulary but she is too happy and cheery and friendly.

Morrigan is not a nice person to those she does not know and like personally. But to Rook she was so nice despite having met them for the first time.

The Morrigan we have come to know love/hate should have been more snarky or at least more neutral in her demeanor.

The Venatori

I don't know why they are still a thing honestly. I was under the impression they have lost all footing after the death of Corypheus. Why would they follow the Gods of the people their country systemically abuses anyway?

Bonus: Why would the Antaam for that matter, as the qunari are so notoriously arcanophobic that they leash their mages, sew their mouths shut and literally call them "dangerous thing"?

Solas' spy network and agents

What happened to them? Where are they? Shouldn't he have a small army? Why weren't they used as the gods' agents instead of the Venatori? Surely, Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain would have an easier time simply controlling Fen'Harels elven army after imprisoning him in the fade.

The Chantry

It is just not present. Sure there are some Chantry buildings but there is no discussion of faith. In all previous DA games the Chantry has had a constant influence that could be felt everywhere. Faith was discussed and explored from various angles and perspectives, ranging from ultra conservative to progressive. But in Veilguard it's not there.

Why are we not exploring the Tevinter Chantry more? Why doesn't Emmrich discuss the nevarran Chantry, who follows the Sunburst Throne in Orlais, in regards to the Mournwatch, their necromancy practices and magic? Why was he not affected by the mage uprising that started in Kirkwall? How does he deal with faith and the Chantry? It is simply never mentioned.

By all accounts, this game avoids delving into the world like the plague.

Part 3