#Cosmic Chronicles
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completeoveranalysis · 2 months ago
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The details seem slightly muddy here too. The wording makes it sound like her time was stopped on purpose for the sake of preserving the two futures, when Tsubasa describes it as a half-conscious thought that was unfortunately so powerful it stopped time and cracked reality.
I suppose if you read it sideways you could read “It was for the sake of two worlds” as, like, it ended up benefitting the two worlds or something. But still!
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Finally a character just snapping under all the abstract details
We love to see it. 
Almost.
But it IS fun that Watanuki hears the plot and is just instantly like “WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?!”
In Watanuki gets to be all of us.
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We LOVE Yuuko’s genuinely shocked expression at Watanuki’s reaction. 
Somehow this was not what she was expecting his reaction to be and I kind of love that he brings her out of the sad monologue in her final moments. It kind of refocusses the moment away from the grand mystery and makes it a more personal tragedy - it makes it clear that he cares about her and will miss her deeply. 
That’s the element that’s been missing from her ending (on the Tsubasa side) so far, and it’s so touching to see both her and Watanuki overcome with the emotion that he can’t even properly verbalise. 
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kennymcmann · 7 months ago
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i still can't believe someone had the audacity to make a movie about tolkien's life and not include a single thing about c.s. lewis. do these people know that without lewis, tolkien would have never finished the hobbit or lotr? he would have never written the silmarillion without lewis' encouragement. lewis is treebeard, for crying out loud.
at the same time, lewis would have never written the cosmic trilogy without tolkien and the main character of these books is HIGHLY based on tolkien. their friendship was too much part of their lives to just be cut out like that. you can't talk about one without the other. unless you want to talk about a lie.
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frongle444 · 4 months ago
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she moves!! (wip)
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shadow-coolness · 2 months ago
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xcosmicsans · 1 month ago
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Moodboard for when you could be playing Xenoblade Chronicles X for the Wii-U right now
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sylvestrischronicles · 5 months ago
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Prologue and chapter 1 are out! Go check it out! :3
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randomwriteronline · 1 year ago
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One night, when all is over, when all can rest; when Kiina sleeps listening to the waves, Berix nursing the newest still unfinished project, Gresh not having any new scars to count, Click barely batting a wing; Ackar hears the voice of Mata Nui smile with such infinite love, and wakes up.
He sits up and listens again: if he strains his ears, if he forces himself to shut down the frantic beating of his heart, he thinks he can hear that voice again. He could swear he is talking, maybe humming, so close and yet so impossibly far away, even further than the resting place of the Ignika but somehow right next to him, tone filled with mournful joy, with an affection that brings one to tears.
Someone is out there, outside.
Someone is singing, outside.
He leaves.
One night, when all is over, Ackar forces himself to stumble out of town and into the cold, into the slowly receding desert which is giving way to life once more; he follows beneath the starlit sky barren of blue or green moons the sound, the song, the voice, an enthralled sleepwalker chasing desperately after a lucid dream he knows cannot be and yet so desperately wants to find, a spellbound seaman bewitched by a cannibal siren's serenade dragging his ship against the jagged cliffs upon which the object of his desire perches with monstrous arms outstretched so lovingly towards him.
He chases after the sound, the song, the voice: he could swear it's the same, the same deep and comforting sound upon whom he once laid his hand on to call 'friend'; he could swear it's the same, so sweet and so heartbroken, and his throat twists tight into a knot as he knows he will not see what he wants, yet he wants so badly.
He chases after the sound, the song, the voice: it splits but does not shatter. Like the hairs of a braid its pieces join together, tangle gently, form a harmony that no mouth can replicate.
He stops.
He looks.
One night, when all is over, Ackar watches and listens.
He knows them, he recognizes them: the twelve of them arranged in two concentric circles, only six of them singing, only six of them silent, their language so far beyond what his anatomy could comprehend or hope to produce, and yet he understands.
He understands from the inner circle's tight fists, their shaking shoulders, their shuddering chests as they struggle to breathe. He understands from the outer circle's solemn pronounciation, the anguish in their shining eyes, their longing and trembling voices.
He understands and hushes, and listens to their mourning song.
One night, when all is over, the Toa Mata mourn who they were fated to protect and instead failed.
One night, when all is over, the Toa Mahri mourn who they could not hold back from the choice of fate.
One night, when all is over, Toa Takanuva mourns all who he will never accept he could not die in the stead of.
Six voices raise, six lights like an aurora across the sky - two figures, mighty and wise and yet so powerless, dancing in their dirge with bodies composed of mourning songs harmonizing together - warriors burying a king, a peer, a friend, a stranger. Six more join, louder to the point of wailing, no composure, burning stars bursting as violently as their destructive end allows, children crying inconsolable the death of a hero, a peer, a friend, a sibling.
The Toa howl like wild hounds into the empty desert night in which no bloody star shines, in the heartbroken artificial language of their manufactured living people.
One night, when all is over, Ackar looks and listens.
In their twelve voices he hears yet another, at once earth and sky, enormously strong yet as light as the birdsong.
In their thirteen voices he hears Mata Nui.
In their thirteen voices Mata Nui smiles.
He smiles with such infinite love.
One night, when all is over, Ackar whispers: I love you.
One night, when all is over, the Toa scream: I love you.
One night, when all is over, Matoro booms: I love you.
One night, when all is over, Mata Nui smiles: I love you.
Ackar cries.
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augment-techs · 1 year ago
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Apologies for the delay, @angel-of-chaos13 but the 'haptics' bit kept throwing me off.
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wormdramafever · 1 year ago
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Goodbye Volcano High got 3 Honorable Mentions at the Independent Games Festival (IGF)!!!!
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Excellence In Narrative, Excellence In Visual Arts, and Seumas McNally Grand Prize!!
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elvenwhovian · 8 months ago
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Anna stepped up to the threshold. There was no portal, no magical path for her. Yet what if there could be? 
– The Door Between Two Stones, The Wayfarer Chronicles
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completeoveranalysis · 2 years ago
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Ooh we had to pull out both Mokonas for this one! The second earring gets it’s time in the spotlight as I frantically try to remember which one was which! Is this the one that boosts power? And the other one sealed it? At the very least it makes sense for now!
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God you just don’t get characters like Yuuko every day. Look at this! This could be a poster all on its own. I could stare at this for hours. 
But if we have to stop doing that and pay attention to the actual narrative she’s pulling out the same tools she was using to track down Evil Wolverine back in xxxholic years ago, but this time with purpose and determination and ceremony and FLAIR and it’s perfect. And I just can’t miss the opportunity to note that, in a visual sense, she’s tying down the moon itself, and you could get SO MUCH good metaphorical analysis out of that. 
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seedshipchronicles · 2 months ago
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Mission #001 Pt. 2
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A probe was launched.
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Due to lack of water, marginal atmosphere, and lack of animal life, the planet was found unsuitable. The ship continues on.
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This planet was deemed too hostile to human life. No problem was sent. The ship continues its voyage.
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The decision was tough, but ultimately the scanner module was allowed to overheat. There are still enough probes to compensate for faulty scanners.
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This is the end of the second Mission #001 report.
Next Part
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frongle444 · 4 months ago
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update on the shimejis 22/? (adding new animations ehehe)
lots of this update was just adding lib sparkles to the picking up animations but now she can climb on the walls!! i figured out how to add custom actions and edit animations as well which is rlly cool :3
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residualmanifest · 2 months ago
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one left behind
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cosmic-abysss · 5 months ago
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somehow this class has the ideals of 2015 tumblr with the ego, mindset, thought processes, and language of tone deaf tiktoks and it genuinely pisses me off so bad
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Do you ever consider doing Xenoblade Chronicles asks? Just curious.
I can't say I have, though that's mostly because I'm not really familiar with the series. That said, it does look interesting.
Someone, give me a joke summary of the series that completely fits it to a T.
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