#I feel like they have a similar amount of rage inside

[verkomy]

when you look into the mirror are you even there?

[vaguely-concerned]

I rewatched the recording I made of rye talking to solas for the last time before the big betrayal ('words of the dread wolf'), and it made me have to sit with my face in my hands for a while over the fact that like... rye did everything right, especially by the ideals of the mourn watch when it comes to interacting with spirits. he's cautious but not disrespectful, he gives gratitude and credit and even some companionable banter where it's due, he's willing to hear solas' point of view out even if he doesn't necessarily buy what he's selling, he stays on his guard the whole time but is honest and fair in his dealings with him as far as possible. and it doesn't matter one fucking bit!!! you can make no mistakes, commit no sins, and still fail, still be at the mercy of a lack of mercy and pure callous circumstance!!!!! this catastrophe is coming for you no matter what. there is no perfect thing you could have done, no exact right thing for you to say, no amount of careful or clever you could have been that could have outtricked these circumstances or would have saved you or anyone else. (nothing you could do to save varric either, but you don't know about that yet. it's just that awful feeling in the back of your mind you keep shying away from like it burns you.)

that's... such a painful but important lesson to have to learn in some ways, I think. both forgiving yourself for what you couldn't know until you did, what you couldn't do and never could have done (should never have been made to face, in a better kinder world), and having to accept the shattered illusion of perfect control and safety ever becoming achievable -- if only I do everything right, everything will be okay. and if things aren't okay, that's because I did something wrong and if I were better the bad thing wouldn't have happened; the logic and grief and desperation to hold on to goodness of a child. the logic solas is unable to let go of from the moment he took physical form and to this day (for all his age and experience I can fix this, I can still fix this is the helpless cry of a child, just one dangerously amplified by near-divine levels of power and a very clever mind), and that rook has to learn to let go of or else drown. the examination of that central question of like... you can act with the best of intentions in this world and with as much information as possible and there will still be unforeseen consequences. bad things will still happen. sometimes it won't even be anyone's fault, no one ever meant for it to happen like that. but it did. it did. how will you live with that? in this game is so GOOD. what a theme

[teecupangel]

I've had some thoughts on what elements(not really ATLA) fit Ezio, Altaïr, Desmond, Basim and Ratonhnhaké:ton(just a curiousity thing). And i think Fire fits Ezio alot. It burns fiercly and destroys things in it's path, but the aftermath leaves nurishing, lifebringing ash. It burns down forests, leaving it clear for new growth.

For Desmond it's definetly Water. He bends around the rock in the river, but also violently crushes into obstacles. If we include ice into water(which i often do, it just makes sense imo), it also fits with a slow, but guaranteed death. It can also cut and freezeburn anyone who touches it, who doesn't know it's dangers.

Altaïr is a bit trickier. He also fits Fire, but i also like the idea of him being Lightning. Violent, quick destruction, easily seen and recognised, often turning on it's wielder if improperly handled. But with the right amount, it leads to incredible technology, life altering in it's wonders.

Ratonhnhaké:ton i think is Earth or Wind. Earth is steady, lifegiving, solid. But it can also be devastating in it's power, shaking the very foundation of cities, tearing everything apart. Wind is similiar. Gentle, cooling breeze on a summers day or a warm wind in autumn, but it can also bring devestation. Storms, hurricanes and tornadoes. Tearing things apart, leaving destruction in it's wake, terrifyingly unstoppable.

Basim i think fits with Wind. He is very stubborn and willful in Mirage, like an incoming storm. And with the hallucinations, nightmares and the memories of Loki, he can probably go from a mild breeze to a hurricane in an instant, unstable in it's strength.

Idk about the others protaganists, i still haven't played most of the games(procrastenation is a bitch XD), but feel free to suggest your own ideas of other elements that could fit and how the elements can fit the other characters. ^^

So, before we get to the others, I feel like we should only focus on 5 main elements: Water, Fire, Earth, Wind and Lightning since that’s the elements you suggested.

I agree with their elements and I kinda like the idea of Ratonhnhaké:ton being Wind more than Earth because I want to suggest that we mess with Edward.

He gets the Earth element. Of course, the Water element is right there and it would certainly make sense for him to have a Water element as well but just imagine how funny it would be for Edward to have Earth element and he’s still a pirate. He’s gonna have to be creative and maybe bring a pouch of dirt with him. Or Jackdaw’s captain quarters have a minigarden. Edward having Earth element could work. Earth and plants in general can be stubborn sons of bitches that won’t die even when they’re out of their natural habitat (take dandelion growing on concrete for example). But Earth is also adaptable and steadfast.

I would also like to add, Basim is also like a fog (which is Wind adjacent) because of the secrets he hides in the ‘illusion’ called Basim (as someone who don’t even know it or as Loki who actively uses that facade)

Now, for the other protagonists:

Bayek would be Fire. He brings warmth and safety to those he loves and suffering and death to those against him. The rage and desire for vengeance burns inside him but, at the same time, it is that warmth that helped him move on and create a path forward.

Shay would be Lightning as well, his name as an Assassin hunter similar to the thunderous roar that warns those of his presence but not of where he would strike.

Arno is Wind. At the start, he is carefree summer breeze, just fleeting around and enjoying the life he has. Later on, he becomes a mist, present but not the center of attention, satisfied of being of service to the woman he loves. After her death, he becomes a brewing storm that could just as easily be destructive to himself and others.

Evie and Jacob. Now, these two… they would be Earth but of ‘different kinds’. Jacob would be more of a plant-based Earth elemental wielder, a symbol of his desire to make his own path, away from their father’s legacy. Evie, on the other hand, is more of a stone-based Earth elemental wielder, signifying the fortitude of her loyalty to their father’s legacy. Both of them are Earth because they both hold their grounds on the belief they have.

Kassandra is Fire, mainly because a lot of her abilities in the game had a fiery effect. Her destructive capabilities coincide with the destructive force of flames devouring everything it touches but it’s also those powers that could provide saftey and warmth to the people she loves.

[deafeningfanlight23]

Sun and Moon Designs for TSAMS AU + Rant! :] (I LIKE PSYCHOLOGY OKAY :'D)

I'M BACK Y'ALL I PULLED A WILLIAM AFTON! ✨💃 And because I have nothing to do, I will waste my time that I have on the Earth to talk about things THAT SHOULD BE TALKED ABOUT BY EVERYONE: THE SUN AND MOON SHOW! >:D

SUN'S SECTION

(Sun uses he/she pronouns in my story so don't be confused if I address her with she! :D)

I have ALWAYS imagined her with this over-the-top outfit, y'know, where you get an eye-strain - A bunch of colors slapped on the fabric with a radiating, never-ending positivity and sunshine coming from it all! :]

BUT, because he is one of my favorite characters and my top kin, OF COURSE HE GONNA HAVE TRAUMA that's my love language 😍✋ (I show affection this way don't mind me 💅😋)

This outfit is like the POLAR OPPOSITE of how he is feeling on the inside, and that's how I intended it to be (SUBTLE STORYTELLING OHHH Shakespear is in DA HOUSE >:D) - Because this is a part of this facade that he has been keeping up, one of positivity and joy, optimism and something else but I ran out of adjectives ;D

With this happy-go-lucky persona, she tries (and often fails) to cover up and hide this shadowy, nagging void and this untreated and messy pile of self-hatred, self-doubts and endless trauma that becomes increasingly intertwined! :D FUN AIN'T IT >:D

Sundrop also has a RELENTLESS inferiority complex that nearly paralyses and stunts him - That he is of less worth, that he is a burden and failure to his family and everyone around him, and that no matter how much he tries (and his lack of tries thereof), he will always be beneath everyone. And to be honest, he eventually accepted this role because he thought that's just how things are supposed to be, and that's the only place where he CAN'T do nothing wrong and can't disappoint anybody, because everyone else does the work while he stays in the sidelines and is stuck as the passive observer. He can't mess ANYTHING up through this, and that's good. Although it makes him feel so, SO feel useless, so much so that it feels like it chokes him around the throat like a noose whenever he sees his siblings (especially Moon) work so hard on keeping this piece of shit, HIM, safe, despite him doing NOTHING in return to even deserve this.

I have SO MUCH to tell about Sundrop and her psychology, it's just so fascinating and interesting! There are so many tiny, moving parts and pieces that make her the anxious, traumatized mess she is who can BARELY hold herself together and is about to snap! (and it helped me to kinda cope cuz I projected like 1000% issues of mine onto her :3 SO I GUESS THIS WAS JUST ME TRAUMA-DUMPING AND VENTING BUT SNEAKY, I evil genius 🤭)

ANYWAY, HERE IS SUNNYBOY! :D

This is my favorite so far because I also just slapped my own style onto him >:D AND YEAH I HAVE GOOD TASTE, I KNOW 💅✨ /j :D

Sun has a more "feminine" style and also an eyelash on the left eye because, in my story, he is a demigirl and uses he/she pronouns as mentioned :D I also gave him MANY earrings and details to emphasize kind of the randomness of his outfit and also the subtle randomness, or a more fitting term, "unpredictability" of him - You never know quite certainly what will piss him off and make him shout in unfiltered, pent-up rage, or make him suddenly turn quiet, stunted, and afterwards break down and sob. She is like a dice :]

The facade is EASILY to be cracked after all.

However, the amount of details and earrings are for me at least kind of overwhelming and everywhere, as if so many things are demanding for my attention - And that's because Sun is a mess, a person whose pieces of himself are scattered from one spot to one another more far away.

I COULD TALK ABOUT HER FOR HOURS YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I GOTTA SHUT UP MY MOUTH 😭🙏

ANYWAY SUN'S DIFFICULTY TO DRAW WAS... 4/10 because he's an unstable cutie patootie :D But it was a bit difficult to talk about him because IT OMNIOUSLY IS SIMILAR TO ME HM I WONDER WHY- 😀

BUT NOW, THE EMO BLUEBERRY IS NEXT! >:D

MOON'S SECTION

I have NO IDEA how to begin with Moon, he is just really um Moon-y 😭

BUT what I can say about him is that in my story, he behaves more and is like the first version of Moon before he had sacrafised himself for KC - And we all know that he didn't treat Sun THAT well. Of course, he loved his brother dearly and cared about him, however, this love didn't really come across in his ways of trying to keep Sun safe and unburdened. He LITERALLY was so much "good intentions, bad methods."

He overprotected Sun so much by trying to unburden him by doing everything himself and not letting him help in a way, and although it should benifit Sun, it only caused their already stain relationship to actually fall apart more and Moon to crash out, causing him to ultimately lash out at Sun. It was very tragic to witness ^^' While the intentions of this are transparent, it actually just feeded into Sun's perception of his role as the useless brother and gave him another reason to hate himself even more, but especially made his fear of messing up even stronger and bigger because there was NO opportunity to challanege this belief by having a moment of success, accomplishment and glory that he desperately needed to get pulled out of this spiral - Which ultimately resulted into trying to kill Eclipse to silence these thoughts and feelings. It kept him depended on Moon though, because after a while of Moon doing everything himself, it was so normalized that he expected Moon to always figure everything out himself. It was a clashing piece of parts that shouldn't co-exist with each other. But he continued drowned in those feelings uselessness, in his inferiority complex and fear.

WAIT I WAS COMPLETELY DRIFTING OFF TOPIC I STARTED TO TALK ABOUT SUN- 😭 ("editing" Squishy: That's why I marked it yellow so you can skip it, and the following ones, too ;D)

Okay, to get the point across swiftly, Moon was abusive towards Sun. He exhibited absolutely abusive behavior and was sometimes EXTREMELY immature, and his ways of abusing Sun reflected that, too - Guilt-tripping, blame-shifting and much more. (But Sun is VERY MUCH so himself, too, we can't forget that.)

My interpretation is that Moondrop, while he and Sun still shared a body, had an emotional development that was constantly disrupted. He never really had the "privilege" to, for example, learn how to interact with the world around him and to learn how to regulate and control his emotions because of social isolation and the takeovers of Sun. Of course, that affected Sundrop too, but Sundrop had way more interactions with the outside world and had opportunitites to learn about social interactions (and Karens maybe taught him how to somehow restrain his emotions) unlike Moon.

Moondrop also was VERY depended on Sun, just like Sun was depended on Moon - He literally couldn't LIVE without him, even less than Sun could, because Sun was his only source of emotional stability, his sort of crutch that always helped him through things!

WITH THAT OUTTA THE WAY, TOO, Moon is also a VERY short-tempered person, just like Sun in a way. Although he is very smart, he also is VERY impulsive - He isn't very cold, cunning and calculating, but he CAN be. Just like Eclipse, the one he doesn't want to get compared to because he is the walking embodiment of EVERYTHING he doesn't want to be but sadly, still kind of is. Anyway, as we saw ourselves, he often threatened to beat Sun or punch him at least during gaming episodes, and although it was often seen as a joke by both of them that is not taken to be seriously (or so it looked like, though Sun very much got nervous), I think that it planted at least some seeds of fear in Sun's mind, judging how much HE TRIES to avoid to anger Moon and immediately gets quiet and fidgety when Moon is sadly angered. And the infamous whacking stick, we can't forget that :'D

And just like Sun, Moon also has an IMMENSE self-hatred and low self-esteem - His past haunted him and tormented him, his desire to protect Sun overrode sometimes the smart, science part of him, and there were many things he wanted to correct but never could and ultimately failed to do so.

OKAY WAIT WHY IS HE KINDA INTERESTING TO TALK ABOUT TOO- 😨

BUT ANYWAY HIS DESIGN! :D

THERE HE IS :3

I like his design a lot tbh! :D AND I JUST DISCOVERED THAT MOONFLOWERS EXIST AND LIKE OF COURSE I GOTTA SLAP IT ONTO HIS PANTS CUZ IT MATCHES SUN'S SUNFLOWERS >:D

Difficulty to draw was 6/10 cuz like meh :/ He introduced me to TSAMS though AND I REMEMBER RELATING TO HIM SO MUCH CUZ IT WAS THIS EPISODE I THINK "Sun learns MOON'S DARK SECRET" and where he basically DID NOT SPAT FACTS BUT TRAUMA 😭 So I will give him a sticker for trying :3

And now, the twins side-by-side:

They have similarities cuz they are twins, duh ✨💅

They have the same flower theme on the pants, they have those weird left eyebrows AND THE MOST IMPORTANT THING: They have those necklace thingies! :D And they work like this: Sun's has the actual Sun side in black to focus on the Moon, because Moon is his counterpart and he can't live without him, and Moon's has the actual Moon side in black to focus on the Sun because of the same reason! :D

AND THIS TOOK 1 HOUR AGAIN TO WRITE YAY 😍 Sooo thank you for hearing me yap, hope you enjoyed! :D (Though you can tell me of course if it doesn't interest you and you just want to see the character designs, I have the feeling that not many are interested in the stuff that I say! ^^' AND THAT'S OKAY BTW YOU SLAY REGARDLESS >:D)

NOW I GO SLEEP cuz it's 10 pm where I live and I have school tomorrow and I am sleep-deprived cuz NIGHTMARES :'D Nightmares should go and eat out of the garbage can I tell u 😃

TUNG! :D

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

Number 33

TW: Blood, lots of death mentioning, injury, even more angst than the last one

"Goddamn it," the hero muttered under his breath.

His mouth tasted like copper, the skin on his lips dry and battered. His breath was laboured, his lungs burning with every rise and fall of his chest. His muscles screamed for mercy, his knees so desperate to buckle, and yet he forced his legs to keep him standing, forcing his arms into a fighting stance. 

The hero knew pain like he knew the back of his hand, had learned to sleep through it even, the type who would train his body to failure because if he was kind to himself, his enemies never would grant him such a luxury.

And he despised it. Right now more than ever when all he wished to do was lean against the wall and sink to the ground. He was sick, so sick of putting his body through the wringer, of treating himself like a machine, and more importantly, he was sick of the villain. This villain in particular.

"Is that all you've got?" the steely, modulated voice of his adversary called out, posture calm but never careless. He was about the same height as the hero, similar build, probably the same age, but it didn't matter. If anything, it infuriated the hero more.

He would show up everyday without fail, never seeming to tire out, a raging fire that would never even settle into a smouldering flame, in contrast to the burnt ash that was the hero. And no matter how hard he hit, he never went for the kill, which baffled the hero because he knew for a fact the villain had killed before. He knew he carried a gun, but he never used it during their fights. 

The hero's body shivered, sparks of his energy radiating across his arms, exhaustion giving way to a lack of control and yet, he'd been avoiding the use of power for the whole fight, due to how much of a toll it would take on him.

"I asked you a question," the villain continued, impatient, slamming the hero against the wall. 

"Get off of me," he snarled, swinging his leg in a slower, smaller arc than his usual, and even though the villain's voice modulator had rendered the sound warbled and muffled, the hero knew from enough experience that it was a scoff.

"You usually fight harder than this, what the hell is wrong with you?" the criminal chided, having easily countered the hero's kick.

"What's it to you?" he mutters, barely a whisper.

"What was that?" the villain taunted, aiming a punch to his enemy's face.

The hero had never known if you could truly feel your blood boil, but now, he would find out.

You could. 

Heat coursed all over his body, sweat snaking down his already clammy skin in rivulets, his body convulsing as though it hadn't been shaking moments before, and all his pain numbed. Like it had never been. 

He could feel his inside thrum with power as the sparks coursed through his fingers, charging them with an impossible amount of electricity for his current state, and he struck his open fists into the villain's chest, a savage smile drawing itself grotesquely on his battered face, as he watched his enemy get hurled across the sidewalk like a ragdoll.

"I asked you a question," he repeated coolly, and as he watched the villain struggle to get up, he laughed. Maniacal, broken, wild. Teeth bared like an animal. So much that tears streamed down his face, burning his already stinging eyes even further. 

Before the villain could even crawl, the hero had jumped on him with all his weight, snarling viciously as his hands sent another shockwave of pain through the villain, ripping off his adversary's mask. 

It should've been anyone else, any other face than the one he was looking at, a perfect mirror of his own besides a scar through the left eyebrow. The sage green eyes, dark brown curls, the light freckling almost indiscernible from the blood spatter were unmistakable.

This was Leo's face. The face of his twin brother who had his life ripped from him at the painfully young age of sixteen, bleeding out a river of crimson on the hallway, the one with all the lockers at school, his corpse having been tossed through the window like garbage. 

"You're a shape-shifter, aren't you?" he barked, forgoing the use of his power and letting his fingers twist themselves around the villain's neck, grip bruising.

His eyes went wide and terrified. "No, I- I'm not a shape-shifter, I swe-," 

"You're such a shitty liar, you know,” the hero half-sneered, his grip on the villain’s neck still just as harsh. 

The villain’s hands zapped with a power not unlike the hero’s own, finally managing to muster the energy to use it, knocking the hero off of him. 

There was no way to replicate powers. Leo had the same power as his brother. 

This was it. The straw that broke the camel's back. The hero was already on the cusp of insanity, precariously moving across the surface of a frozen lake, already covered in cracks. All that was left was just a little pressure. Just enough to make it shatter into nothing.

The hero had crawled away, sitting with his back against the wall, survival instincts be damned. The pain was all coming back now, the agony in his muscles, the acrid taste of bile in his throat, but he paid it no heed. The man stalking towards him didn't stop looking like Leo, didn't stop sounding like him, the insipid hallucination refusing to fade.

The villain crouched down till he was at eye level with the hero. “Hey. Snap out of it. Just, just look at me, please you're hurt, I need to help you, please,” and his voice breaks, practically begging his enemy, his brother to let him help.

The hero let himself be pulled up, the villain wrapping his arm around his shoulder. He didn't have the energy to resist, to fight back. Fresh tears sprang at his eyes, mixing with dirt as they streamed down his face. He was pulled into a car, set down in the backseat gently, only half-lucid as he was driven. . .to his own house? 

The villain kicked the door in, wasting no time in picking the lock before slamming the door shut again. Logically, the villain knew that first-aid was usually kept in the bathroom or the kitchen, since the hero was so out of it, he could barely say a word, so his first guess was the bathroom and to his luck, he was right, finding what he needed in the cabinet. 

“Don’t die on me,” he pleaded, trying his hardest to keep his trembling hands steady as he tried to suture his wounds. Logically, he knew they were non-fatal, and someone as tough as the hero would probably survive, and still, his guilt and fear had a bruising grip on his heartstrings, threatening to tear them apart. He pushed it aside, working quickly until he’d finally managed to stitch the deeper gashes up. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for all this,” he half-whispered as the hero let out a sharp hiss, the pain having snapped him into a more lucid state. 

He wrapped the rest in bandages, leaving only to get the hero a glass of water and some pain medication. He didn’t take the pills just yet, setting them and the glass on the coffee table with a pained groan. 

He looked at the man in front of him, who backed away slowly, almost crumbling under the weight of the hero’s steely gaze. He noticed there was a small, black rose tattooed on his right forearm, just like the one Leo had gotten a mouthful from their parents over.

He let a small spark dance on his fingertips, looking at his brother with pleading eyes. “C’mon, you’re clever enough to know powers can’t be replicated. I know it’s insane, all of this, I know you thought you saw my dead body, I know I’m literally legally dead, I know what they made you believe, but I swear I’m really here. I don’t know how to prove it to you any further,” he breathed out, his eyes red-rimmed, exhausted, and glassy with a sheen of tears threatening to spill. He walked towards his brother again, wrapping his arms around him, careful not to jostle the wounds too much. 

The hero flinched at first, but he leaned into the touch. He didn’t know how or why, but Leo was here, he wasn’t dead, wasn’t even very hurt, and even if he felt so overcome with emotion, he needed answers. Needed them so he didn’t feel like he was going insane. 

“Explain,” he said slowly, pulling away from his twin. 

“Ah, I guess I do owe you that.” He rubbed the back of his neck, trying for a smile, the tension nearly suffocating. 

“The agency was interested in investigating us. Supers are rare enough as is, and we’re the only two people they know of with almost exactly the same power. There are other identical twins with just similar powers, or ones that complement each other, but not like us. The agency weren’t the only people interested, you know.” 

“Go on.” The hero finally picked the glass of water up, downing the painkillers quickly. 

He gulped. “Was out with my friends, and on my way back, I got taken by these -” he stopped for a moment to catch his breath. “Assholes. They wanted to try just one twin first. See if I was worth the trouble. Made me use my powers to their full extent. They liked what they saw, just a little too much,” he bit out tersely. 

“I wasn’t willing to lead them to you.  Torture wasn’t doing them any favours. But they weren’t willing to let me go either. The body you saw the next day wasn’t mine. One of them has the power to modify anyone’s appearance, including her own. They used the corpse of a fresh victim of theirs, of another civilian they murdered in cold blood. She m-made it look like me. And ever since you joined the hero agency, they’ve stopped thinking about trying to keep you for themselves, they just wanted you d-dead.” 

Leo’s breathing had gotten shallower now, and he was looking everywhere but at the hero’s face. “Th-they wanted me to do it. They knew how strong our powers are, and they’re a bunch of filthy cowards. So no matter how many times I ‘failed’, they’d send me back. I never used my power because I wanted to keep you safe. If you found out, this puts you even more at risk.” 

The hero got up, slowly making his way to his brother, wrapping both his arms around him. “We’ll figure this out, Leo. It just means the world to me that you’re back.” 

There are times when nothing seems to make sense, when it seems like your mind is playing another one of its cruel tricks on you. You may not know how the story ends, limited by how far your eyes can see, everything further shrouded in fog. But sometimes all you have is faith and someone you hold dear, so while there might be a million truths to unlock, all you can do is trust you’ll find the keys. 

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[astolfofo]

TW: NON CON, power abuse, al haitham just being al haitham (he's a red flag y'all), power abuse, choking

bruh I just realized I wrote this at 2am last night, while being boderline drunk and high and there's probably spelling mistakes in here. I believe I deleted all the parts where my hand kept slipping but this is not proofread so heads up for that.

so.

yandere kaveh and yandere al haitham with an unaware darling that is oblivious to their hints. like doesn't see that they like them at all. only thinks they're being nice.

but then, they eventually see darling with another man. and it enrages them a lot. because, how dare you hold hands or talk to another man while they've been so kind to you? and all you did was reject their advances? do you really hate them that much?

obviously, they've got different ways of expressing their... envy. Kaveh's much more direct about it than Al Haitham. Kaveh wants to directly kidnap you and wants to punish you directly for this. However, Al Haitham otherwise. You see, Al Haitham thinks about everyone equally, but he's also the kind of guy that would expect whatever he gave to be returned. This obviously includes affection. Not only that, but you embarrassed him, you know? You don't need a punishment. You need a lesson taught to you.

And after much bickering between these two, they finally compromise. They'll take you (that was inevitable from the start), in the most excruciatingly painful way possible.

First, they'll ruin your academic reputation. Rumors went out that you were being scandalous with your current boyfriend. At the same time, you're accused of faking many of your papers (a blatant lie on Al Haitham's behalf) but people believed it either way. and once your reputation is ruined, you find yourself in Al Haitham's office.

You're expelled.

You stand there in shock. You couldn't believe it. The rumors were fake, you argue. They were made up, and Al Haitham knows that. Still, Al Haitham scoffs and tells you that there's no changing the current course of events. If you didn't want to be banished from grounds, you shouldn't have done the things you did.

"What did I even do?" you asked. The shock was still in your mind, numbing everything else from happening. You'd need a plan on what to do next.

"You should be clearly aware of what you did to yourself. This is only the result of your own actions."

You and Al Haitham both knew he was abusing his power, but you were in no position to argue about that. So, while now being jobless, you go back to your dorm and pack everything up. Your mind is so filled with negative thoughts while simultaneously wondering what to do next to notice Kaveh inside your dorm.

As you're packing up, you don't notice Kaveh walking into the room. you're painfully oblivious to your surroundings since you're lost in your own mind. the anger, rage, anxiety you felt made everything else impossible to sense.

And them the emotions that were boiling inside of exploded, and then turned into nothing. You felt tears running down your cheeks, you felt an immeasurable amount of dread for your future. What the hell. were you supposed to do?

At the same time, you felt an arm wrap around your neck. You attempt to look back and see who it was, but found it impossible.

The grip gets tighter and tighter over your neck, until you almost black out. You hear five words: this is your own fault. and then the world goes black.

When you wake up, your head feels terrible. You don't know where you are, or how you got here. The dorm looks similar to your own, albeit a little larger with more expensive instruments inside it.

you take a glance around. and then it hits you again.

you were kidnapped.

At this very moment, Kaveh walks into the room, and you swore to yourself this situation couldn't get any worse.

TW FOR HARD NON CON DOWN BELOW

Kaveh forces you onto your knees while you're sobbing, since you know that he was the one that kidnapped you.

You look at Al Haitham that's sitting in the corner watching this all happen.

Meanwhile Kaveh's going a mile a minute about how much he loves you, and how you ignored all their advances, just to be seen with another man, and that this is the least you deserve for doing that. Not only did you ruin their faces, you dare flat out deny their affections to you?

You deserve this. if anything.

---

Kaveh forces his entire length down your throat, which causes you to choke. But that doesn't stop him in the slightest. In fact, he was enjoying your suffering. Every second of it.

Not to mention, how good your mouth felt around his cock, how could he stop? So he kept going, not giving two damns about whether you were struggling to breathe, or what he was doing.

And while you were fighting for the oxygen to go to your lungs, while uncontrollably sobbing, you saw out of the corner of your eye, that Al Haitham was getting off to this. And then, a wave of dread washed over you. Fear, if anything. You had a sinking suspicion of what was going to happen next, and you didn't want to let it happen.

Al Haitham walks towards you, eyeing how helpless you are. You really... really, can't do much without him or kaveh, can you?

He eyes your bare figure for a second, and you desperately try to close your legs, but he forces them open.

And your worst fear comes true.

Al Haitham slowly puts one finger inside your hole, causing you to sharply inhale from the sensation. the sensation feels extremely unpleasant, due to the friction, and being dry beforehand.

and then he slowly starts moving that finger, causing you to moan, very muffled, since Kavehs cock was still inside your mouth.

It hurt. A lot. Your throat felt like it was going to break in on itself from being pounded by Kaveh's dick, and the friction stung from Al Haithams fingers.

And then, Al Haitham inserted another finger. You were trying your very best not to give the men a reaction, but they seemed not to care either way. The sounds that filled the room made you wince in digust, but it wasn't like you could stop them from happening.

And you also felt something building building up too. Something like a string that was being pulled harder, and harder, until it would...

and then all motions ceased.

Kaveh and Al Haitham both stopped stopped their actions, and you felt something. Frustrated? Confused?

You weren't sure.

But all you knew was you were physically and mentally exhausted. and that you could no longer stay conscious. Too exhausted to process or feel traumatized but what just happened.

And so you passed out from exhaustion, yet again, clueless to how Kaveh's and Al Haitham's facial expressions darkened as you did.

[yourlocaltreesimp]

Just feral reader is in my mind just a reader that goes ape shit when someone tries to harm one of the links

oooh! I love the way you think! Gonna do this with Calamity!Link because this has been in my mind for too long to not write about

Hope you like it :>

CW: Harsh language, Me smack talking Flora a wee bit, power dynamic abuse

Plants, Like people

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Something was wrong. Not wrong enough that it was readily apparent, but enough that it ate at you, gnawing at your ribs with worry. Sure, there was always something inherently off about Hyrule pre-calamity that you couldn’t quite place. You pushed some loose hair away from your face and let out a heavy sigh. It was like there was a problem staring you right in the face, and no matter how much reasoning you did, it never went away. It festered, like creeping ivy crawling up a wall, latching to the stone of a home. It was like the Japanese honeysuckle, suffocating an eco system, leaving nothing but itself. Or like kudzu, out competing every other plant to the point it overgrows the grasses and trees. In long and short, there was a problem. You looked at your empty room in the palace, basic by all standards but you weren’t one to complain. Despite the room being larger than your own back home you couldn’t help but feel suffocated. You pushed off the chair at your desk and made a beeline to the door, looking to escape the room and your worries before they swallowed you whole.

In your wandering of the castle -uninterrupted by crawling pools of malice- you realised just how similar it was to Flora’s. The halls mirrored, the statues and carvings the same, a one to one. Yet despite that this castle was the very same as the one you just walked, it still felt so foreign. So… unwelcoming. Cold. You shook the thought and led yourself tyne whole way up the castle, winding all the way up to the sanctum. It took a decent amount of effort to press into the room, enough that as you had your shoulder pressed to the door, you could hear a voice from inside the room. Flora- eh, this iteration of her at least spoke. It was an understatement to say there was a difference in this worlds Flora from the one you were accustomed to seeing. She was always perfectly poised, a slight smirk whenever she spoke, looking to everyone as if she was owed respect, as if she were Hylia herself and not a decent of fading blood. Surly after so many years the power has thinned itself out by now, but the specific aspects of divinity evaded you. Afterall, the shrieks of a princess were far more attention catching.

“I mean come on are you even useful? All you have is that stupid sword. And even with that,” Her voice mocks, as if threatening, challenging whoever she verbally opposes to fight back. Because she knows what consequence would befall them if they did.

“I hold more power than you ever will. You are beneath me. I am descendent of the goddess. I am heir to the throne of Hyrule. And you?” You manage to see through a window in the doors elaborate carving, your feet ache at the stretch upward. Flora stands less than an arms length from Link’s -Or Calamity’s, Cal to be short- face. He stares off, shielding himself from the verbal tirade.

“You’re nothing.” Fire teens in your chest, liking at your ribs and clawing at your throat. You don’t have the control to stop yourself as you throw the doors open. You look at Flora as she does everything else. As a weed. Because that’s all she was to you now.

“Excuse you?” Your voice is an eerie calm, as if all worry you once held was nothing but a pretense to the burning rage scraping at your skin. You place yourself between a furious toddler of a princess and a knight who just looks more tired than anything. You didn’t like to think of how often this had to happen. Flora purses her lips, standing tall again as she prepares another indignant tantrum.

“Don’t even. You have no place to talk to anyone in such a manor. You are nothing but a child of a thinning bloodline. Your title -null as it is- means nothing.” She looks shocked, startled at your words. You explained to her, as if she were a toddler, the concept of basic respect. You pressed forward, forcing her to move backward. “It’s pathetic, really. How you treat people. I mean, I suppose for someone who wasn’t loved enough as a child it makes sense, but even then this is cruel. Petty. Maybe I should’ve expected less from you and I wouldn’t be so disappointed.” A low blow? Absolutely. Did you care? Not in the slightest. She raises her hand, still firm in her belief that no harm could come to her. But hubris brings down even the brightest of people. You catch her wrist as she swats at you face. You don’t stop yourself from laughing, the amused cackle echoing across the sanctum. “This has been fun. But I have better things to be doing with my time.” You smile, turning on your heel as Flora stands, utterly baffled. You entwined your hand with Link’s as he also stood entranced. You didn’t stop walking until you left the palace. It was a miracle that woman was alive.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Cal pov:

He couldn’t focus on anything other than the warm hand that occupied one of his own. He breathing was shaky -why was it so? it never was whenever the princess criticised him- and his mind flew by thoughts faster than he could manage. Goddesses he was so weak. Zelda was right. He couldn’t even take basic criticism. How could he ever be a hero? How could he ever be worth anything?

“Hey- Breathe.” Two warm hands cupped his cheeks, he recoiled in shock but found himself sinking into it. It was you. Goddess sent, his very sun in the sky you.

“I’m sorry, Hero” His heart nearly melted, such kind words, soft tone. That nickname, lords. He was swooning, his cheeks and ears warm, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“I’m so so sorry. You’re worth everything, you know? To me. You try so hard and I promise you, it’s noticed.” One hand stays upon his cheek as the other cards through his hair, massaging his scalp. He lets a few bittersweet tears fall from his eyes. Fragility he was never allowed. But you pressed kisses to each tear, held him as he shattered, years worth of stress finally finding a break. You put so much pressure in an object and it explodes. Perhaps it’s not so different for people.

[mevi]

As the Tides Crash An Errormare, enemies to lovers fanfic i made! Available on AO3as seen above, but ill post on tumblr as well, only one chapter out so far Chapter 1: Deities in the fray

Fading embers drifted from the sky looming above, which fought the great expanse of black that looked to overtake it. The sun, worn from its battle with the lurking clouds of negativity, clung to the edges of the world, its fading light desperately looking to leave its mark. The smell of blood and ash tainted the city as the corpses that lay still nearby had. The air was heavy as two figures stood amidst the bloodshed, their presence setting unease into the hearts of the survivors that took refuge behind the town statue.

“What do you want, Guardian.” Error’s voice was unusually clear, dry and stern. His scarf, worn from years of wear, shifted idly in the faint breeze as he spoke.

“I simply ask that you do not destroy negative AUs.” His ash black jacket that was draped over his shoulders flowed absentmindedly as he simply commanded Error. His presence alone cast a chilling atmosphere over the surroundings. But Error wouldn’t be affected by someone of the likes of him. Error’s fingers curled, digging into his palms. Who did this fucker think he was? Telling him what to do? It made Error’s proverbial blood boil as he entertained his own thoughts.

“What? Have nothing better to do than to boss me around? Or are you just that desperate for the measly amount of negativity that you lose from this world?” Error knew he landed a hit as he watched Nightmare for any external reaction. A slight flicker of his eyelight betrayed his feelings. He hated seeing Nightmare so unnervingly calm, he wanted to see what would happen if he finally lost his cool. Would he lunge at Error? Or perhaps he really is as calm as he portrays?

“I am trying to be patient with you, Error.” Nightmare’s suppressed anger burned silently in the depths of his own psyche as his eyelight glowed in rage. His patience was running thin, Error could make it out from the look on his face. He was winning. He wouldn’t let Nightmare off without pushing every single one of his buttons this time.

He wanted to see an enraged Nightmare.

“Pfft! Imagine your ego being so fragile that ya get pissed off at a snarky comment!” Error mocked, not backing down. It seems he had gotten what he had wanted.

“I am done with this.” was the only thing Error heard before a charged blaster appeared next to his enemy, pointed at him. He scrambled to get out of the blast radius of it, albeit sloppily as he had his guard down. The blaster’s mandible dropped open, a blinding flash of white streaming from its maw and scorching the grass nearby. Error didn't foresee Nightmare’s patience crumbling so easily. He thought he needed a bit more taunting before that happened. But, oh well. He’d deal with this swiftly.

“So, we’re playing that game, huh? Alright then.”

Error snapped his fingers, summoning an array of his own blasters, their mandibles itching to spew the magic that was contained inside.

“Yes, it seems so.” Nightmare said nothing more as he lunged for the blasters. He effortlessly speared each and every one of the blasters that stood in his path, tentacles sharp as they disintegrated into wisps of magic. A singular blaster lay out of view, unbeknownst to Nightmare.

That was all Error needed.

Everything seemed to slow down as the blinding flash of light flew towards him. But he couldn’t move. He was too slow to avoid the incoming ray. The impact knocked the Guardian back, crashing into the building behind. From the dust and debris, Nightmare emerged. A dull pain throbbed in his shoulder.

Nightmare realized that perhaps, he should have contained his anger just this once. He was a bit weak after a fight against Dream having drained all his reserves. He was no match to deal with Error right now. Nightmare would die if this continued, so he opted for quiet surrender.

“You have won this time, but do not expect similar happenings next time.” Nightmare’s face shifted into something grotesque, his neck twisted at sickening angles to look at Error. His cyan eyelight was a slit, gaze locked on his prey, twitching slightly.

“You will pay for your words, whether you like it or not.” He returned to his usual calm, mocking demeanor, form twisting back into place.

“Sure, sure.” Error said, unfazed. “I’m choosing to spare you this once, cuz I don’t have enough energy to deal with you right now. Next time, you find yourself in this situation, don’t expect any mercy from me.” Error pulled up his blue screen, tapping away to delete the current AU.

“Is that the reason or have you, perhaps, developed a fondness for me?” Nightmare grinned smugly, hands behind his back.

“I’d never care about someone like you.” He spat with a tone of hatred, Nightmare could almost feel hurt. He didn’t care though. Afterall, he felt the same way. “Now get outta here, before I choose to destroy you along with this AU.” He knew that Error really didn’t care if he did die in the aftermath of his destruction. Error would probably think of it as a nuisance permanently removed. If he was in Error’s place, he’d feel the same way.

“Then, I shall see you later, little Destroyer.” He chuckled as he said eloquently, smile stretching abnormally. He snapped his fingers for a portal to open with a whizz. Nightmare stepped through the portal elegantly, giving Error one last smug look as the portal closed.

-

“Does he think of himself as better than me or something!?” He shouted, glitching accentuated in his voice and his anger burning hot. A gasp was heard from behind the statue. Error smiled. No use pondering that now, he’d better get to work.

-

Nightmare’s smile faded as fast as the portal shut. Why did it have to be so quiet in his own apartment? Exhaustion took hold of him as he dragged his feet across the carpet and to his sofa. He really shouldn’t have provoked Dream. And Error shouldn’t have provoked him.

The distant chirping of birds signaled the end of the day and the start of... work. Nightmare channeled some magic, coating his outer body like a thick shell, and shapeshifting into his human self. His hair was thrown over his face, him brushing it off in annoyance.

He had two hours to spare, might as well make the best of it. Nightmare then made his way to a bookshelf that was one of many and grabbed his favorite book. He eased into the comfort of the nearby sofa as the pain in his back released. Exhaustion was pacified. Birds chirped, cars honked, but Nightmare paid no mind as he absorbed himself into the book, reading intently.

-

It had not even been two minutes since he started reading before his phone’s alarm started ringing incessantly. Nightmare carefully set his book down as he checked the time-

Ah. He had misread 6:30 for 4:30, mistaking the second hand for hour on his watch.

Nightmare grabbed his keys and set them on his belt, jingling as he jogged down the staircase.

-

After arriving at the bar he worked at, he pushed open the door as it obliged with a slight jingle. The smell of alcohol and booze assaulted his senses as he scrunched his nose in dismay. The warmth that enveloped him at least provided some comfort. Nightmare tapped his feet impatiently as his eyes cycled though the hoard of people to look for his boss.

“Ah, Nox! You’re here.” His coworker called out from behind the counter.

“Oh, it’s you, Melissa.” Nox said nonchalantly, walking to grab his uniform. “Weren’t you going on paid leave to care of your mother?”

“Yeah! But since my dad returned from his business trip, he’s gonna take care of her.”

Nox didn’t reply, simply giving a hum in acknowledgement as he made his way to the back to change. Before he had the chance to open the door, a man with short black hair in the same uniform he was about to change into walked out.

“Nox? You’re here early. Are you expecting extra pay? You know our boss isn’t that type of guy.” Deni tilted his head.

“I’m not. I just had nothing to do at home, so I came here. Can you move please?” Nox gestured toward the door. “I need to change.”

“Mm sure.”

He pushed open the door once more, swiftly running inside to change and walking out with a suit. Melissa and Deni stared at him, one in awe and the other unimpressed.

“What? Have you both never seen me in uniform? We’ve been working together for a year.”

“No, it’s just... You look handsome.” Melissa stared, eyes wide.

“Thank... you?”

Deni’s eyes flicked between the two of them, perhaps a certain gear turning in his head as he realized...

“Oh... that’s what was going on? No wonder.”

“What was going on?” Nox asked.

“Nothing.”

The rest of the night was without incident, the three shared their usual banter, Nox being ever so careful not to say the wrong thing. Pouring drinks, breaking up fights at the bar, the usual. Nox was getting tired of this routine; sure, his coworkers were okay to be around, and he had some peaceful time to himself every now and then with his books. And spreading negativity and playing with Error was quite the entertainment.

But there was something missing.

Nox finished up his shift and walked to the door, his two coworkers following closely behind. The three of them made their way to the bus stand as each of they parted ways with Melissa, biding their farewells as each of them got on their respective buses. Nightmare’s mind was racing the entire ride home, so much so that even when Deni waved a hand in front of his face, he didn’t notice. Deni had to physically shake him to snap him out of whatever trance he was stuck in.

Truth is, he was just... pondering. How he had no one knew him as well as his brother did. He hated admitting it but he just felt... empty without anyone close to him. No one knew him well enough to care if something happened to him. Deni and Melissa were the closest things he had to friends, and if he were to suddenly stop showing up to work one day, they probably wouldn’t care. They’d treat it as some normal Tuesd-

“Nox!”

Deni’s voice was effectively like a slap that woke him up from sleep.

“Hm?”

“You were out of it again; this is the third time I’ve had to ‘wake’ you.”

“Sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize for everything.” Deni sighed. “Is there anything that you want to talk about? Anything going on at home that has your mind reeling?”

“I live alone. And no, nothing that I want to talk about.” Nightmare couldn’t tell Deni what he was thinking about. He couldn’t tell anyone. There was something in him that just didn’t let him.

“Alright then. I just hope you’ll at least take care of yourself. For me.”

Nightmare was warmed by his concern.

“Here’s my stop. I must go now. Bye.” Nox said bluntly.

“Bye.” Deni waved as he watched Nox get down from the bus.

Nightmare couldn’t stand being outside a second longer. He just wanted to go home. He sprinted to his apartment as fast as he could manage, keys jingling with every step. As he ran up the staircase, he missed a step as he slightly stumbled in response. Nightmare snagged his keys from his belt and unlocked the door, stepping inside. He didn’t wait a second longer before making his way to his bed, not even bothering to change his clothes. He collapsed onto the bed as exhaustion completely encased him until he could barely move a muscle. The magic surrounding him disintegrated, turning into nothing but mere wisps. When suddenly, pain wrapped its hands around Nightmare’s soul. He winced, gripping his clothes near where his heart was.

Why did his chest have to hurt so bad now of all times? Right when he thought he could get some rest... Was it because of the destruction of that one AU? Possibly. Error was an unpredictable moron, who couldn’t bother to listen to reason. In what way would it have hurt him to simply not destroy that AU? Or was he doing it on purpose, knowing it would harm Nightmare in some way?

Whatever. None of it mattered now. He’d just suck it up and deal with it.

-

Error stared up at the ceiling of his ���home’ as he stared up at the many souls he had hung up decoration. Geez, why was there nothing to do in this damned place other than stare at ceilings, that weren’t even exactly ceilings to begin with. Error rubbed his temples in frustration as he groaned. He would have been watching UnderNovela on any other normal day, but today he just wasn’t in the mood.

He couldn’t even do his favorite thing to do, destroying AUs, because hell he was too tired. He hated the limits of his body sometimes.

He swirled his strings around his fingers in boredom. What else was there to do...? Error absentmindedly spun the strings into something resembling a... noose? He took a look at his hands and immediately discarded the piece without a second thought. That wasn’t an option.

He opened a portal which cycled through several different AUs before it finally landed on a Genocide AU OuterTale. He peered out from the portal with a curious look, although he knew no one would be here. Error then lifted himself off his feet, sweeping his project in through the portal after him.

He couldn’t get his mind off the battle earlier that day though.

Why had he even bothered to destroy a negative AU? He didn’t know what possessed him to make the decision. Afterall, a destruction of an AU without Ink, Nightmare and Dream on his ass would be peaceful and tranquil. At least to him.

But he still wanted to make a point to his (second) worst enemy.

His hands moved in practiced precision, weaving together a sweater as all the tension released from his body. Error sighed.

He flopped down at the cliff’s edge. Stars swirled in a liquid-like pattern as they shooting stars shot across the sky. Moon dust floated around him as he scooped some of it in his hand, blowing it away. Earth was visible from that part of the moon. A blue ball with patches of green floating along in space... unknowingly marching to its end in a few billion years. It was peculiar when he thought of it.

...

...It’s too quiet. He hated it. Why did he have to be alone all the time? He just-

No. The Destroyer shut those thoughts down with a sharp scowl. The voices (who weren't even here at the moment) and himself was all he needed.

He’d be fine on his own.

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 "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life." (John 3:16) Ill try to update by this weekend!

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

Image ID: Two glitter texts, reading as "NIGHTMARE FACTORY – DEVLOG 0". End image ID.

Hi, I'm Garça Visconde Mirigis, and I'm VERY happy to announce that this post you're reading is the first devlog ever for my nightmare game, a 3D platformer parody of mascot horror genre! And yes, nightmare, not dream game, because making my actual dream game is way out of my current abilities at the moment!

Ever thought to yourself how different a horror game would be if our protagonist decided to help the monsters instead of... [reading a list off-screen] killing, imprisioning, sacrificing, exorcizing or even banning them to other dimensions? Because I have, for ungodly amounts of time, and after literally years I decided that the time to actually make this thing has come. Welcome to the NIGHTMARE FACTORY!

OKAY BUT WHAT IS THE SYNOPSIS?

As previously mentioned, NIGHTMARE FACTORY is a parody of mascot horror games, set in an abandoned toy factory that also used to host a theme park. You play as Vera Torres, a 57 year-old mechanic who used to work in there. One day, our dear Vera receives a call from an old coworker: The higher-ups are going to sell the factory and the theme park, but they need a good inspection, and no one is accepting the offer! Feeling a bit nostalgic and wanting to help her friend, Vera decided to help take a look inside...

... Only to discover the place is now filled with strange monsters whose leader has, somehow, decided that she's actually his mother?! But she only had one kid ever in her life...?

Yeah, Vera is CONFUSED, and it's now your duty as the player to help her figure out just what the heck is going on!

... AND WHAT THE HECK IS THE GAME ACTUALLY ABOUT?

The game is a lighthearted and pink look at mascot horror as a whole, featuring little references to other games and lots and lots of silly jokes. It is also a long love letter for the genre, because as much as I like poking fun at FNaF, it did change my life for the better and it will forever have a soft spot in my heart. I love the franchise despite it all, and making a whole game just to poke fun at it and other similar games feels stupid. No one can create a good parody if they don't love the thing they're parodying even a tiny little bit.

NIGHTMARE FACTORY is not an "aha look at how stupid this is" look at mascot horror. I want it to be as sincere as possible, and the end product needs to be honest and not ironic in the slightest in order for it to be a success.

HOWEEEVEEEER. Despite the silliness, NIGHTMARE FACTORY can and will feature grapphic imagery and disturbing content due to its nature as a horror title. Trigger and content warnings have not been currently set, but shall be added as development continues.

WHAT ARE THE ~ INSPIRATIONS ~ ?

HEHEHE. HAHAHHAA. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. MY FAVORITE PART!

The gameplay is inspired by the original Crash Bandicoot trilogy, Pac-Man World 1-2 and Rayman 2! These are my favorite platformers ever and I played them for hours as a kid, and since NIGHTMARE FACTORY is all about toys and childhood I figured it would be the perfect fit!

For themes and story, NIGHTMARE FACTORY is inspired by Five Nights at Freddy's, Bendy and the Ink Machine/Bendy and the Dark Revival, Tattletail, Poppy Playtime, Silent Hill 1-4, Welcome Home, My Friendly Neighborhood and the Lacey series on YouTube! Some of the themes include loss of childhood, the horrors of motherhood and girlhood, corporate corruption, trauma recovery, grief and rage.

For visuals, however? Alice: Madness Returns, Hello Kitty Roller Rescue, Strawberry Shortcake: The Sweet Dreams Game, Disney Princess' Enchanted Journey and old dress-up flash games are my references!

THE SETTING

The game is set in 2020s São Paulo, Brazil, AKA where I live, and it can and will feature elements of brazilian culture. The final version should have both english and brazilian-portuguese translations, with cultural notes being featured to help non-brazilians understand some jokes and themes better.

CURRENT SITUATION

NIGHTMARE FACTORY is currently sitting at "the single gamedev is desperate to start programming but he's busy with uni work" stage of production, but do not worry, the single gamedev is also working on the story, how level progression shall go, how the game should feel to play, and, of course, planning the mechanics, AKA the most important part of a fun game. I'll make an entire devlog detailing every single main mechanic as soon as I'm able to finally start fully working on this!

NIGHTMARE FACTORY is being made with Godot, Blender and Krita, and it will be released first for PC.

NOW A LOOK AT HOW THE SINGLE GAMEDEV IS ALREADY ANXIOUS ABOUT MAKING THE GAME

It wouldn't be a project I made without me losing my mind about it from day 0!

Nightmare Factory is a 3D platformer game, with around ~30 levels planned, divided into 5 acts/chapters/arcs/sessions. You can think as these sets of levels as Crash Bandicoot's Warped level selection, like this!

After answering some asks relating to mascot horror as a genre, I remembered a conversation I had with my amazing partner some weeks ago about how I want to release NIGHTMARE FACTORY. YES, I didn't even start programming it, but this is the type of thing I need to settle on before I build a good chunk of the game. It will be important!

But then. There's the problem: I don't like it when games are "released" but you have to pay more to get all of them. Yeah, each chapter would be super cheap so they would have a full game price when combined, but also. Do I want to do this. Do I genuinely want to do this. Like? Am I sure this is the right way to do it?????

Image ID: Screenshot of Crash Warped for the PS1, with Crash standing in front of a warp room with 5 blue buttons on the floor, each marked with a number from 1 to 5. The 6th button has the face of Tiny Tiger, signaling it to be the entrance to a boss fight level. End image id.

My first plan was to release each act separately so I could both get feedback and also have more fun, because by getting feedback I would be way less worried about messing things up + I could update things like character physics to be less wonky or more stiff in case it was a common complaint, which could change the entire level design. And also because I'm a clown and I want to make a mascot horror parody, and releasing it in chapters aligns perfectly with how I want this to go.

Anyways, this has now lead to me deciding that the game should be a "pay for it once" type of thing. I'll still release it in chapters, but the updates will be for free. Will I regret this decision because liking it or not I need money + I am an indie dev + there's nothing wrong with game devs expecting to be, y'know, PAID for their work? Absolutely so!!!!! But I think that, for now, this will be how I develop this silly game.

Anyways, this is getting long enough, so I'll finish it for now. Character introductions will be made after the gameplay-focused devlog, so see you guys soon enough! Byeeee <3

[beautifulpersonpeach]

Lol.

Yeah… the more news that comes out just confirms more of what I thought. This unnamed character who moves from HYBE to ADOR, and mere weeks later, HYBE gets a ‘tip-off’ and all the incriminating documents are in his work diaries where he narrates things MHJ has supposedly said, including that she believes that Bang establishing BTS or groups with the same cache as BTS, was him copying her…. Everything that’s found in his documents is almost clinically incendiary lmao. Like, weapons-grade rage bait. Partly because of how bizarre it is. And the sinker - they tie it to Min Heejin supposedly wanting more money. MHJ has meanwhile released another, stronger statement refuting the allegations about trying to stage a management takeover, or artists contract leaks etc.

Of course, the discourse about this is going to develop predictably, especially after the mention of BTS and other groups MHJ supposedly says copied her.

This has all the makings of one thing and only one thing, to me. It doesn’t change my opinion about Bang PD but it does make me revise my view on Min Heejin, she’s a bit more naive than I assumed her to be. I feel a bit sorry for her, because she’s been got. Again. It’s similar to the ig situation that also started with ‘a gift’ her ‘friend from SM’ gave her to congratulate her on launching ADOR - a gift that ended up being the most damning controversy that almost sunk the group. A controversy where the primary demand was for her to leave NewJeans and HYBE. Now, a ‘right-hand man’ transfers from HQ to her team and it’s his uncorroborated narrations that match what’s in the ‘tip-off’… the demands are the same.

I like MHJ, but I’ve always watched her with caution because in Korea, no woman makes it to the c-suite without making a shit tonne of enemies. Imagine it to be triple the amount a regular working class man makes on his way up the ladder, because that kind of status in Korea is something you’re either born into, or born close to. It’s rare for working class men to work their way up and even more rare for women. In fact, I’d say it’s an aberration.

I see all the flack MHJ gets for being a narcissistic bitch, wanting to constantly assert ownership of her ideas, wanting to be widely associated with her successful projects, etc. I see people irritated by her arrogance, but full disclosure, I like her for it. For several reasons, but one reason is that in her environment, the default is to let your male superiors take credit for your work. It happens in corporate environments all over the world, but in Korea it’s a mentality entrenched in the DNA. Pushing against that earns you enemies every time you speak, by default. But I suspect that’s how she worked her way up from being a graphic designer to having a seat on the board of directors at SM Entertainment before leaving when they wouldn’t give her more autonomy. So, in my eyes, she’s got spunk. But also, now I see she’s clumsy.

Oftentimes with corporate drama, there’s no point using moral language because it’s just business. You either pitched the best deal or you didn’t. You either fucked up or you didn’t. It’s cold numbers and rationality - business. But… there are some cases where it’s not really about the business, cases where it’s personal.

I don’t have meaningful insider information, I’m reading the press releases and ‘leaks’ along with everyone else, so I can’t be certain and that’s why I’m talking in this long-winded ramble without coming right out to say exactly what I think. What I’ll say though is that this is less about NewJeans and more about Min Heejin. And she’s the first person who should’ve understood that and taken necessary precautions.

Clearly, it doesn’t look like she has, and in that sense she has no one but herself to blame. She’s being stupid, in fact I’d say delusional in some ways, but I guess some things can’t be helped. NewJeans isn’t exactly fucked, but it’s clear that yet again, they are collateral damage. And it’s a shame.

[annoyed-galaxy]

Something I really happy about is while all three of my DA protagonists seem similar in their personalities, their flaws are pretty different.

Feril is a cocky, carefree, young girl who just wanted to learn how to fight with swords rather than be locked up in the tower and have magic be the only thing she could do. She was pretty good with her magic, a star pupil. But she didn't even care about it. She just wanted to learn swordplay. Then she gets a chance to be free, live that very dream, and then is immediately confronted with death. It's all around her. The responsibility of stopping the Blight falls primarily on her shoulders.

She becomes afraid. She doesn't really show it to her friends because she needs to be their fearless leader. But deep down, she is terrified of it all. What if she fails? What if she can't prove Loghain's treachery? Everyone is depending on her. Her hair goes white both because of the taint but also because of the huge amount of stress piling on her. On the eve of the Battle for Denerim, she's so terrified that she's going to die. She doesn't want to die. That's why she leaps at Morrigan's proposal almost immediately, but she feels awful asking Alistair to do the Dark Ritual. She feels selfish because she doesn't want to die and wants to spend the rest of her life with Alistair. She covers that fear with a cocky smile, of course, but it is deeply rooted in her.

Seth is similar in terms of jokes and slapping a smile on his face in front of danger or threats. It seems like he doesn't give a shit about anything in the world. To some, he may even seem unsympathetic, even unempathetic. But he does care. He cares so much about his friends and his family, going so far to protect Anders from everyone who would see him dead after what he did.

But Seth knows he most likely isn't going to have a long life. He's cursed with some horrible affliction that is killing him literally everyday. Without sustaining himself via blood magic, he will just die. So why would Seth let most things bother him? He appears to not care, because he thinks he's going to die anyways. He's fatalistic. He tries to hide it all behind his jokes and laughs, keeping a smile on his face for all to see. Rarely does that mask fall, in front of Varric of Anders. Only they really know the extent of Seth's depression. He toes the line of death constantly and only his friends pull him along. That depression gets worse when his sister dies, Carver goes to the Wardens, and his mother dies. The saddest people usually smile the most, and that is true for Seth Hawke.

Willow is pretty gruff at first, but she kinda warms up to all her friends. She's been through a lot. Her clan kicked her out solely because they were paranoid and thought she was some horrible omen. She was cursed and abused. A spirit came to her and possessed her. Yet, when she joins the Inquisition, Willow finds a purpose. While she doesn't necessarily like all the attention she's getting, she realizes she's now in a position of power to change the world for the better. Everything she saw in her exile, the corruption, the horrible people, the starving children, and abused. She could help everyone, show them the Chantry was a horrible thing. She starts to smile more now that she has friends. She makes jokes more often and sometimes laughs in the face of danger, too.

But she's angry. Maker, she's so angry. Willow has the shortest temper of all the protagonists. She's quick to rage and quick to engage in violence or shouting matches. Thank the Maker Josephine exists for noble delegations. Willow sees the unfairness in the world and it makes her angry, reminds her of her own abuse. She wants to change it all. Part of that rage and feeling may also come from Lailani, the spirit inside her, but it still affects her. Her short temper is well known, but so is her charity. She's helped so many people, but the world is such a horrible place that it angers her.

Laughter and smiling and jokes is something all three of my Dragon Age protagonists use to hide their deep fear, depression, and anger. All three of them put on this mask for the world because they have too. Especially for Feril and Willow who have to save the world. Seth does it more because he doesn't want to worry his friends, but also, what's the point of letting them know that he could die any moment without blood magic.

I don't know yet whether my Rook will be the same. Purple dialogue is back so they'll probably be the same on that front, but in terms of their flaw, I don't know yet. Have to see what Veilguard brings.

[artist-issues]

i don't know man. I was feeling a rare flare up of empathy for Jezebel I guess. Because she was human too. A sinner like both of us. A sinner in power, unlike both of us. Does any human deserve to be torn apart by dogs? Solomon and David did similar things, and sure they did repent so maybe you could say it doesn't count, but would they have deserved an equal punishment? Take a man's wife, take his life (probably premeditated) if David hadn't repented, doubled down, at the critical juncture, would he have deserved that type of justice? Solomon doubled down, on the worship of idols spreading through his kingdom, but he repented a bit too late. As far as we know Jezebel was not an old woman when she died, perhaps mid fifties at the latest. Solomon lived longer.

And there are too many kings that allowed the worship of idolatry, did they get punished in the same manner? I know Athaliah was removed from the temple to be executed, but the boy king was even weaker than her, once his mentor the priest passed on.

i know there's lots of kings who got their own... comeuppance, in literature terms, over the issue of false worship, and some just as horrible. Jezebel's ending is not as unique in the greatest of schemes.

Like I said, it was just a flare up of empathy. I understand why she deserved it. I also think it was a violent and undignified death. And I also know she did the same to others.

But monarchs changing the state religion also murdered the religious in the way of their goals, so shes not unique. And Ahab was okaying a lot of her decisions anyway.

but the idea of who am I to question God who gave the prophecy to Elijah? Who are you? I think it's important to question. Not like an idiot atheist who wants to play word games to show how worldly and arrogant they are. But asking questions takes me to interesting answers. Even if it's just a new angle to the situation. I don't ask questions for the ultimate why. Because we are on earth at the moment. And I don't think on heaven the answers get less complicated. Just to see a bit more of the Truth. Which is comprised of many things.

This stone walling, in your initial answer, fine go ahead. I'm grateful for the verse, I didn't have a chance today to hunt it down myself. But I find it tasteless, this stone walling, who am I to question. If you don't care to engage with certain things, go ahead. I should also do the same, but I'm not there yet.

I question because I want to and I can. I think that if I was Jezebel I would have been in a shit ton of pain unable to think anything but beg for it all to stop.

I think that if God said my brother was going to rot from the inside like Herod I would think, fine, he deserves it. My brother caused me pain, I wanted to kill him myself once, I think he should have suffered, fine it's fair. But at the same time if I had to watch, if I had to know that my brother who I hated was in agony, I would have wanted a dignified death, a painless one for him, out of my weak and shallow capacity of love for all living things.

I agree that Jezebel should have died. I even appreciate that all that was left was a skull and hands. The amount of people she had put to death, the lives she ruined, she deserved less than a funeral. The hunger and thirst for righteousness is satisfied, because evil has been cut down at last.

But I am supposed to love my neighbor. And I think all my neighbors, deserve a swift death and a proper 6x5 grave. Or a pile of ashes.

Not to say I will do these things. I too am overcome by rage and hatred and also very capable of justifying to myself why an evil person should be thrown to the pigs.

....this is why I don't engage in empathy that often.

Okay, you gotta be really careful here, man. God did not give her a 6 x 5 grave, and you're saying that's what "all your neighbors" deserve. So was God wrong, not to give her "what she deserved?"

I mean, I can see where you're coming from with the whole empathy thing. Of course it's hard to wrap our minds around, being human, and seeing what God did to a similar human. Of course there's room for understandable mental wrestling, when, like you said, He seems to kill some horrible rulers in shocking ways, but gives grace to others. Of course.

But you didn't ask me a nuanced question. You asked a question about "deserving." And the bottom line is, God alone gets to decide who deserves what.

There's a difference between asking questions to better understand Truth, because there's something you don't know yet— and asking questions despite the fact that the Truth is already plain. The truth with what Jezebel specifically "deserved" is already plain: God gets to decide what people deserve, and God decided very clearly what she deserved, so she deserved it.

There comes a point where questioning something obvious isn't intellectual or empathetic. Because you're having to bypass the simple truth to even ask it. You can't be analyzing-from-a-different-angle something you're bypassing. You have to bypass the Truth "God decides who deserves what" to ask the question "did Jezebel really deserve to die like that?"

It's just "vain reasoning." Romans 1:21. You know the answer, but you're not focusing on it, which is tiptoeing right up to the line of "knowing it but refusing to believe it." That is a dangerous place to be, and an arrogant place to be, and I can say that to you because it is a place I've been and still wander to, except for the grace of God.

I'm not saying that's where you're always at. I'm saying, that mindset is what your question sounded like. So while you call it "stonewalling," what I'm trying to do is simply answer with what's true. There really is nowhere else to go with your question, if truth is what you're after.

Please don't mistake my tone. I know it doesn't always come through online. I'm being firm, but I'm not being accusatory. You asked a question that indicates the above mindset. Maybe you didn't mean it like that, or I misunderstood. But I'm responding because I genuinely believe, and I think you genuinely believe, that what God says is all that matters at the end of the day, and we both need that reminder.

So when it comes to that, thank you for the question.

[doom-nerdo-666]

Revisiting the "Caco-ring/donut" idea and more on enemy interactions

I once wrote that a cool novel idea for a Cacodemon design is one that looks like a donut or a ring.

But I felt like it could be polished:

The ring itself is always facing you in a way where your rockets or projectiles go through the hole.

Even if you hit the ring itself, it has a certain amount of health to feel "spongy" since the ring acts as a shield for other enemies.

Perhaps the ring isn't that thick or it could be bigger.

It also has spikes.

Sometimes, the ring rotates so the "sides" face you: Then it spins harder and charges at you like how the Stone Imps have that "Sonic spinball" attack: Think of this as the spiky Caco ring acting like a living circular saw blade.

The main attack is the Caco eyeball suddenly appearing within the hole and shooting projectiles: Said eyeball is also a weak spot.

Sometimes, the Caco-ring moves left/right to make it harder to hit when the eyeball is there.

And a glory kill/interaction idea: When the Caco ring is on the floor, Doomguy can pick it up and throw it like a disc (Or rather, like TDA's new shield) and watch as the Caco-ring slashes other enemies and bounces around walls before it dies.

Actually, let's talk more about cool ideas for enemy interactions:

Revenant: Steal their shoulder cannons so you can either shoot a slow but powerfull homing rocket (You select a target before firing) or shoot a barrage of rockets

Mancubus: Take both their cannons so you can either shoot 2 big powerfull fireballs at the same time or use the flamethrower attack

Cybermanc: Similar as above but with toxic acid floors

Arachnotron: Take their plasma cannon so you either shoot plasma balls or throw grenades (This could depend on the overall design)

Arch-vile: Rip off their hands and you can cast fire spells on enemies

Lost Soul: Grab a Lost Soul and throw it like an explosive projectile (could work better if they were standalone enemies)

Cacodemon: Glory kill where Doomguy opens their mouth, gets inside and the screen fades to black but goes back to normal when it's clear that Doomguy made the Caco explode from their insides.

Caco alt: Doomguy rides the Caco to take advantage of its flight and make it shoot other demons (Maybe mix this one with the above, as if Doomguy is controlling the Caco from the inside)

Pinky: Doomguy rides the Pinky and forces them to charge at other demons like a raging bull

Spectre: Similar to above but with enemies confused because Doomguy also gets invisible

Whiplash: Doomguy grabs her by her tail, then spins around as she hits nearby enemies before he drops her and she's thrown in the air (Like Mario grabbing Bowser and throwing him in SM64).

(Also, both the inside-the-Caco and Whiplash-spin were kinda inspired by Mighty Doom because it had that)

Carcass: Steal his cannon thing and you can either summon walls that only block enemy attacks or energy rings (again, depends on design)

Prowler: Doomguy holds them hostage and can select places to teleport (He teleports along with the Prowler): You can even select demons to telefrag: When done, Doomguy simply rips off the head of or breaks the neck of the Prowler (I imagine Doomguy chocking the Prowler while doing this)

Cyberdemon: Take off their cannon and either shoot powerfull rockets or the laser beam

Summoner: Rip off their hands and select a demon (Even if limited/randomized at certain times) to fight for you.

Baron: Maybe ripping off their hand gives you something like the Doom Bible's Dark Claw (would be a cool idea if the weapon's abilities also apply to the Baron's moveset)

Possessed Soldiers: Bringing back the idea of Zombiemen having the same weapons as you could mean that one Mecha Zombie glory kill but with these guys' actual weapons

Marauder: You get his axe and it either acts like the crucible or is thrown like an explosive (Like how it is in BattleMode)

[themrswallace]

Now as I was saying earlier, there’s a few things in my brain today and this is another one: going back to the veg tonic concept for my COTWR reboot with the roid rage plot because otherwise how can Wallace get so flipping angry when he’s not canonically an aggressive person, miffed sure but never enraged or violent, Wallace is a precious flower, he’d never hurt anybody, something needs to FEED that emotion otherwise he can’t transform.

Rather than the 18+ steamy symptoms I’m imagining a more Aardman inspired health kick, like the original movie where Gromit was focusing on aiding his masters weight loss by serving him meals consisting of primarily vegetables yet keeping in tow with their modernised living, and what’s quicker to get down than a shot of pure vegetable juice!

—

Once again everybody is on Wallace’s case about his lack of exercise, sedentary lifestyle cooped up in the basement all hours of the day, maybe there’s been a recent scare in the neighbourhood like one of the locals has been taken ill so understandably Gromits pushing his famous clean living agenda on his master again, serving various forms of complex grains and dense fibres, doing the so many fruits and veg a day thing for the pups, lean meats only, home made slow rise breads, the things influencers push on TikTok.

Following a thrift shop treasure find of a brand new still in box juicer, to make like a little less daunting on Wallace, Gromit decides to juice some of his veg in return for his cooperation regarding their diet plan, he reluctantly agrees to this long as he’s allowed a day square of cheese, a deal is struck and after some time on the tonic Wallace is already feeling a world of better, even their friends notice the difference, and of course, his more than just a lady friend Campanula Tottington, seeing the glow of her handsome partner, she wants to harness the youthful glow and benefits for herself, she requests a small collection, leading to some of the wealthy west wallaby socialites to join the ever growing client list, inadvertently Wallace and Gromit have created a booming business venture without even trying! And already it’s quite the hit, all thanks to Gromits love if thrifting.

Like all good things, they come to end as I’ve mentioned before with this sort of storyline, with the constant demand and lack of crops, Wallace turns to local farmers to fill his vegetable order, resorting to chemical engineering to speed up production, messing with their genetic makeup and beginning to suffer the symptoms of one too many doses of tonic. Instead of the physical side effects (the heart problems), he suffers emotional, similar to someone on medication, inevitably his chipper positivity is sullied by mood fluctuations, suddenly things become too much too fast and it seems like Wallace’s mental state is on a hairpin trigger. Between taking way more than the recommended daily amount of veg, his relationship with DL is reaching boiling point as the two begin to butt heads regarding his healthy eating, the fertiliser and the public’s general safety consuming this new batch. He’s volatile, jittery, easy to annoy and becoming less and less like the inventor they all know and love. It’s getting difficult and with this overwhelming pressure in the household it’s only a matter of time before someone pops, that someone being Wallace.

His underlining, unspoken problems and things that bother him have become too much to handle, brought to the forefront of his subconscious by the overconsumption and irregular mood, old issues he pushed deep down inside bubble to the top to rear their ugly heads, the main being that he never received closure for DL up and running away some years prior, only to return with no word or sense to take responsibility for the hurt they caused, especially to Wallace. He’s on a knife edge constantly, wanting to lash out but how can he when it’s been swept under the rug? Well thanks to the tonic, it’s back, and uglier a thing than ever, that paired with the feeling he’s not in control of his own body via Gromits efforts to keep him alive and well, despite it being a labour of love than the assumption he’s unable to care for himself.

I like the tonic playing the main contender in this idea, making Wallace feel as good as it does terrible. And we don’t know if it’s simply the overdosing of veg or the chemicals he uses to enhance growth speed that transforms him. That’s for the reader to decide

[onlyjaeyun]

i see the bra strap idea has made it into the chappy 👀 hoon silently freaking out in the inside forsho, jake checking on yn while silently cursing hoon in his brain, AND IT WAS JAKE! I KNEW IT! jake definitely gave hoon a nice bonk on the head later :3 also I saw hoon go very silent when they talked about staying over

hoon in his lil brain : i finally get to fuck in peace 🙄 good pussy in peace

jake being on guard duty so no one gets between hoon and yn <3 he's just happy for his friends to be fucking people he approves of

I HATE THAT FUCKING MOM- THE AMOUNT OF RAGE I FEEL?!? LIKE WHY DOES SHE HATE YN THAT MUCH?!? YNS A SWEETHEART TO NIKI AND SHE PROBABLY WOULD HAVE BEEN SWEET TO YUKI AND KENTA TOO IF THIS BITCH HADNT INTERFERED! NIKI IS DEFINITELY SNITCHING TO HOON AND HOONS GONNA GO BAT SHIT CRAZY AGAIN (pun intended) won't be surprised if hoon takes a quick solo trip to Japan during the girls trip and who knows, a certain sperm donor might be found in a ditch with multiple broken limbs with no witnesses and he doesn't remember shit about who did what to him 🤭❤️ guessing the falling out is gonna happen before or during the girls trip or them realising that there was a miscommunication so hoon is absolutely all emotional and feeling nothing but pure rage and AHHH I LOVE <3

kinda miss fuma being around to fuel hoon's jealousy 💔 he's such a fine man, I need him to rearrange my guts 😫

also hiii zadie!! im visiting home and I've just been super duper busyy 💔 the sun here is so nicee but it's so hot I feel like I'm gonna evaporate if I go out in the sun- but I've been eating good food and studying for my exams so hehe how's you been pretty girl? - 💫

HELLO BABY!!!!🩷🩷🩷 im so so glad youre enjoying your time at home, i hope youre also resting!!!🤥 thank you so much for your amazing hcs and suggestions and ideas i was so, so excited to use this one i lit thought about it ever since you sent it to me 😭

ive been doing well, just spending time with family and friends and work ofc!!!!

unfortunately hoonyn will actually......notgetofuckinpeace 🤕 since they will go no contact after the next chapter 😀😀

i love how you guys are so mad at the stepmom and i know its gonna get worse in the following chaps so im just ready atp 😝

also, bc ive noticed a lot of you guys have said similar things (regarding the nishimuras) they actually live in seoul too so hoonie wouldnt even have to gosll the way to japan to yk..be ch!hoon 😝😝😝

to give you guys a little overview of the upcoming written chap: the realisation of the miscommunication and second fallout will all happen in that chapter if that makes sense...the reason will be revealed to everyone and thats when hoonyn will have their "fuck." moments bc theyre gonna realise their lives were basically based on a huge game of intentional miscommunication 🫣

that's all im gonna say!!!

[starsmuserainbow]

Headcanon Time - Emotions

This will mostly be about emotions and how it influences a tamaranean. There will be some details here and there, and I tried my best to include many different emotions. (I even checked a wikipedia list of emotions and went through all of them)

Find the text below the cut!

As anyone knowing of the cartoon (and maybe the comics too, though I don’t know if it is similar there) will know, emotions affect the abilities of a tamaranean.

Let’s take a look at what can disable the powers.

Confusion can cause a sudden loss of all powers. The tamaranean still has their resistant body, but most other things don’t work anymore. The strength of the emotion decides just how much of the powers are lost. The first ability to be disabled is flight, next the starbolts and then the strength - which can be drained as far as rendering the tamaranean almost immobile on their own. This  emotion will be present until the topic causing it is cleared out, and even then it might take a bit more until the abilities are fully restored.

Shock can cause the same, but only for short moments usually.

Sadness can disable the powers too, and as I'm pretty sure I mentioned somewhere before, if they don’t manage to get out of their sadness within some time it can be lethal for a tamaranean and they literally die of heartbreak.

Pain can be a strong distraction, too, but only if it is as terrible that the tamaranean would be almost dead already would it be enough to actually suppress their abilities.

Fear is a very bad emotion for a tamaranean to feel. If they are getting afraid, the common reaction of a tamaranean is to fight against that feeling. If this doesn’t work and the fear actually gets stronger, they will lose flight. Their starbolts and strength do still work, but not in any planned way - more as reflexes against whatever happens in their surroundings.

Disgust can disable the tamaranean powers, but it usually only affects the flight. - Which is probably ironic, considering that flying away from the source for the disgust would likely be the easiest way to erase that feeling again.

Anger can be very useful, but also very dangerous. Both for the tamaranean themselves and for others around. - When angered, most of the abilities of the tamaranean are ‘boosted’. They are faster, stronger, and their starbolts can cause more damage without needing to use up more of their energy. They also are more led by their emotions, though, and the angrier they get the more they ignore tactics or caution or the danger they face. - If their fury is - out of whatever reason - growing too strong, the tamaranean can end up in a state of rage. This state of rage allows the tamaranean to blend out mostly all surroundings, and they are only focused on their target anymore, giving all that they have in as many tries as are needed to hit them - and likely kill too. In this state, there is a small amount of their energy radiating off of the whole body all the time, they are very focused on their target and won’t hear anyone shouting out to them. They are dangerously single-minded at that moment, always immediately going for the next attack and not hesitating to aim for cruel/dirty hits or attacks either. They have no defenses up, all of their energy and focus is put on attack, and unless the other is prepared for such rage - or very good prepared against tamaraneans in general - it normally ends deadly for the tamaranean’s target. As their rage burns inside of them, they won’t stop. They might be terribly wounded, even as much that they normally wouldn’t even be able to stand or be awake anymore; but they will keep going, simply fueled by their anger and even ignoring their own body. They can take a lot while in this state, and they can deal a huge lot of damage too without ever stopping in their way until either their target is 100% dead, they are somehow separated from them too far to keep up the fight (like teleportation or something), or they recieve so much damage - usually continuous then - that they can’t get up anymore as much as they struggle against it. This state costs the tamaranean very much energy, and if it keeps up long enough or the tamaranean gives and takes enough damage while in it, they will be entirely drained afterwards, possibly even as much that they are unable to move anymore.

Envy can dampen the abilities, but doesn't really take away any of it.

Happiness is, as has been mentioned in the cartoon, their source for flight. They don’t have to be beaming with joy all the time to fly, but some happy thoughts are required if they want to use flight. - If they don’t ‘watch’ their emotions enough, or the happiness comes very suddenly, it can happen that they accidentally and unplanned start flying or hovering in any occasion. - If a tamaranean suddenly starts hovering during whatever someone is doing with them, that is very likely a prove of them actually being truly happy with either the activity or the other person(s) - unless the tamaranean is intending to pretend to be happy and purposefully acts out these sudden ‘displays of emotion’.

Surprise can cause sudden usage of tamaranean abilities, depending on what the surprise is. If it is something positive and easy to see/understand, it may cause sudden flying. Something like a surprise-attack however can cause desperate attempts at freeing or defending oneself, often causing the abilities to be stronger than what the tamaranean would usually use.

Trust is very important for a tamaranean. It strengthens them not in powers itself, but it allows for more clearance about the emotions, more definition between them and better ways to alter the currently felt emotions. - If the previously built trust is high enough and is then betrayed/broken however, it’s damaging said clearance heavily. If needed and if the tamaranean is still focused enough, they can still fight and use their powers, but once the situation calling for it is over, there will be a sort of breakdown. Including a loss of all powers - and a weakening of the body with feeling sick and not being hungry - for a while, and really dragging the tamaranean down. They will not be of much use during that time, and they will also not want to be of use. Only with a lot of effort, or some time passing, the tamaranean will slowly recover and maybe have a chance at becoming the one they had been before again. The relationship to the person that broke the trust, however, will still be difficult, and by far not as close/intimate anymore as it had been before - if the trust had been broken willingly.

Excitement (in a positive way) is rather similar to happiness. It boosts flight, can randomly cause a tamaranean to start hovering, and it is overall a good thing for them.

Shame causes usually an immediate loss of flight, but the other powers are still intact. The tamaranean might try to avoid staying close when they are ashamed, they are not good at hiding their emotions (because it isn’t good for them) and so they can’t really hide being ashamed either which usually only makes the feeling of shame grow.

One more thing: Keeping emotions inside, hidden and not showing them, can very quickly make a tamaranean very sick. The body gets very weakened and they can barely do anything at all anymore since the whole time the body is fighting with the mind that refuses to let the emotions out. There is a special name for the sickness coming from it, and while there is an easy cure (just displaying the swallowed emotions), there are reasons for still hiding the feelings and if a tamaranean does that for a long time they might end up having lost their powers permanently by the time that they release their emotions again.