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zcottwhathuh · 9 months ago
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part fuckign THREEE
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aanannd this is it!!!
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redwayfarers · 3 months ago
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house of grief and sunlight
fandom: wayfarer ship: cassander/aisanne characters: cassander inteus, aisanne bjornsdottir rating: gen words: 1625 note: this is my entry for @idrellegames' three year anniversary event! prompt i'd chosen is paramour - expected of me, i know - but i've hardly written about cass' bisexuality and i felt like it needed to be written about! excuse the ya-sounding title lmao i could not resist also, aisanne is a gw2 oc that i've ported to wayfarer. she lives over on @i-mybrunettelady most of the time :) divider credit
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I am tired of grief.  I don’t know if it ever goes away, but for fuck’s sake, I’m so tired of it. It’s summer, though, and a part of me feels like the sun will chase it away, if only for a day or two. Our house needs the sun right now. Grief hangs over it like a veil, and we don’t speak of it, but maybe the rays that come through our window each morning help. 
Or so I hope. Hope’s a stupid thing by and large, because every time I hope something happens it decidedly doesn’t, as if the gods above or whoever sits and watches this farce of an existence keeps laughing at me and says, “Add more!” But I can’t help but wish, in my heart of hearts, that sometimes, maybe one day in this lifespan that’s entirely too long for one guy, I don’t feel like a tossed out, crapped on kitten on the streets. 
It’s summer. That feels important to repeat to self. I am feeling a little less grief. The room around me is loud and messy and sounds jump from one place to another like rabbits, in a cacophony ruled over by the harmonious noise of music. Sanne’s the one behind the harp, golden under the candlelight, and if she was a different woman, she’d be singing in a Meissandic temple. 
She cares little for the traditional rites, though. She cares little for the chants I’d attended once or twice when I was a kid. She looked at me all confused when I told her how courtly, Vestran services happen, and said, in a strange tone, “I don’t understand how people like that.” I don’t understand either, and thank fuck I’m not a Vestran aristocrat anymore. 
Her place is telling stories of heroes and events long gone, to be a musical wayfarer. She’s doing that tonight. I was drunk when we first met here and she had to hold my hair while I was throwing up, apparently. Can’t say I remember that attractive trait about myself. I’m not drunk right now, however, sitting near the small wooden stage, taking small sips of my cider. The drink is irrelevant; she captures my attention more than any alcohol could. 
She’s radiant and shiny, half covered in shadows, which makes her golden crest stand out. The bright sheen of her golden hair disappears and reappears after the movements of her head. I can’t see her freckles clearly from here, but I can see the ink on her neck, the roundness of her full lips, an occasional yellow in the blues of her eyes when the candlelight reflects off them. I’m not blind to beauty, but there’s beauty in a way a finely made building is beautiful, and a way a person is beautiful. 
You don’t wanna fuck buildings, do you? And if you do, what the actual fuck is wrong with you?
Others are looking at her too. That doesn’t matter, because it’s my bed who she comes to tonight. Or is it me coming to hers? Not fucking important. 
These feelings are new. For most of my life, interest like this fell to men. Part of me wonders if I’m just that desperate for any kind of tenderness in my life that my head would start making up attraction; but the way this feels can’t be anything but a solid fucking reality. Women were always beautiful the way buildings were, but now they’re flesh and bone and soul and personality and there’s something so weirdly appealing about that that it catches me off guard. 
Not all women are your mother, you dumb fuck. 
I know, but women have never been.. This. I think about Sanne when she’s away. I watch her practice for the performances, mesmerized. There’s peace and blood rushing to my face when we’re laughing in bed, or making lunch, or eating, or just existing in the same space. My insides get all twisted up, like I’m a kid again crushing on older Wayfarers. It’s like Senna again, and I simply forgot how it feels like to be crushing on someone this bad. 
Nothing will ever happen between us, however. It would be so crappy to prey on a widow’s feelings. She rarely speaks of her dead husband, but he’s not even that cold as far as dead people go; maybe a little more than us Wayfarers, but not by much. Our living together is a result of loneliness, desperation, not a desire to find a partner again. But I was dumb enough to pretend I didn't see it. 
She’s cooking, some days after her performance. Sun is shining through the window, leaving her figure in semi-shadows and catching on the ends of her shiny, metallic hair. She’s not as glamorous as she was at the show; right here is a Sanne that’s more down to earth, more solid, dressed comfortably, not worried about how she’s perceived. I’m folding clothes nearby and doing a half-assed job of it, too. It’s hard to concentrate some days over the deafening noise of all this fucking attraction confusion business. 
Every so often she turns back to look at me with a strange smile on her face. “That’s what I wore to Kiaran’s funeral,” she says suddenly. I jerk and drop my gaze to the dress in my hands. Sunlight washes away its dark color in places. There are little holes in it that I want to sew shut, but I don’t have her consent to. She’s weirdly sentimental about it. 
My Spire didn’t have a funeral, and us survivors only have ashes as funerary garb. 
“What’s this stain again?” I ask, raising the dress and jerking my head in the direction of the big, grayish blob on the skirt. “I keep forgetting!” 
She sighs and throws a full, peeled onion at me. It hits me right in the forehead and the poor plant, already under threat, pricks my eyes. “You’re horrible,” I say in mock offense. “You don’t want your dress to stink, do you?” 
“I’m not burying anyone anytime soon,” she says lowly, in a tone that implies I’m hitting a boundary. I wince and put the dress down, careful of the location of the onion. 
“I’m sorry,” I whisper as I approach, gently placing the vegetable on the table. She gives me a hard look. “I shouldn’t have joked about the dress. It means a lot to you and I tend to joke around, right, about the things that I’m sensitive about so people don’t attack me for it first? Offense is the best defense kinda thing? And I forget that sometimes - a lot of the time - people don’t function the way my fucked up head does?”
Shut up, Cassander. You’re making it worse.
Something tightens my throat, like hands choking me from the inside out. I grip the table and swallow thickly. My stomach twists up, and the smell and feel of onion fills the kitchen and I can only focus on the dents in the dark wood beneath my fingers and the uneven pattern freckles of my hand. 
“Cassander,” Sanne says. Her tone is too much for me to analyze right now, try as I might. “Cass.” 
“What?” 
“You’re doing it again.”
“Doing what?” 
“Picking at your scar. Stop it.” 
I lower my hand from my face and grip the edges of my tunic. The edges of my braid - I need to take care of those ugly fucking ends one of these days - tickles my hand. You’re scaring people. Enjoy your lifetime of solitude, whether you’re actually into women or not. Who would want someone as shaky and deranged as you are? 
Vestra should’ve killed you, if you were so determined to go back. 
“I’m sorry,” I murmur to my feet. 
“I’m not angry. If you pushed, I would’ve been, greatly so. But you didn’t. Stop shaking like a leaf.” There’s something in her tone that feels like cold water to the face. I breathe out and blink away a small selection of tears. Saltiest one always drops first! I’m imagining a little tear race now, little tear spectators cheering the racers on, tear savants testing the levels of salt in each one. The thought makes me giggle and I bury my head in my hands as I laugh. 
“I’m not angry with you,” she repeats, gentler than before. Her voice is still as steely, though. “Go finish the laundry while I make lunch.”
Without a word, I retreat to my location at the corner of the room, where still wet clothes wait to be sorted and hung to dry. I put the dress to the side and continue sorting through the clothes; sometimes, I look at her, her back turned to me, and the shaking of my hands grows for a split second. 
I try my best not to cry. Better save that energy for the worst of the shitshow that I know is yet to come.
I’ve forgotten that this is a house of grief and no sunlight can fix it. And I’ve walked over her grief in the same way I would walk over my own, but where I’m used to it, she isn’t. And even when we go to the same bed that night, seemingly forgetting what happened, and even when the sun rises the morning after, this is still a place where two grieving people decided to seek comfort because being broken together is somehow better than being broken alone. 
No summer nor new kinds of sex can fix the holes in your heart. 
I am tired of grief.  I don’t know if it ever goes away, but for fuck’s everloving and everlasting sake, I’m so tired of it.
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Art trade with @macaroonkitti! This is her Harpy Green au, and her design.
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mobian-fr · 2 years ago
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Raark and Neato
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miss-bvnny · 4 months ago
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Me using my special move ''Eyes of Hyperfixation'' while watching Phineas and Ferb episodes to pick Django Brown out of every possible crowd shot and minor cameo he has with unprecedented ease
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Hey, listen!
My fav tags
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simptasia · 1 year ago
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For the LOST ask thingy: ⚡
oho
if you could pick anyone to become the next smoke monster (post-series,) who would it be and why?
omg i remember this being a theory i was committed to but i stopped mentioning it. i remember being very fond of the jack becomes a smoke monster idea (or smoke creature in this case)
like, his death lines up with what happened to smokey
and he's dark blue smoke because of what he was wearing when he died. i like that idea, that the colour is based on clothes instead of morality like some people might assume jfdskjhs
and it's ironic... skeptical jack becoming a supernatural being sworn to protect a magical island
yeah if this is happening to anybody, it's jack. like i can't see how it would happen to anybody else, at least at that point in canon
and hurley and jack love and respect each other so it wouldn't be all fucked up like it was with jacob and smokey. they're building a better kingdom
i'm wobbly on whether i actually hold to this headcanon or not, at the very least it's an interesting idea. like, i often imagine post finale times. and there's hurley and ben and walt and vincent on the island. and i remember a time when i'd include smoke jack in there too. but i also like the idea of him being perma dead too. so i go back and forth
to have my cake and eat it too, i can still have the tragedy of perma death, in the sense of there being a funeral for jack, and hurley is so fucking upset, and that's all nice and sad. and then ohhh a few days to weeks later, there's Weird Noises in the jungle and then suddenly, a whoosh of blue smoke turns into a very fucking confused jack
and everybody is like What The Actual Fuck
and nobody ever tells kate because they know damn well if she knew jack was alive, she'd try to get to the island again and none of them wants that. they want her to have her nice life with claire
so with that in mind i get the sadness of jack's death AND the fascinating concept of smoke jack at the same time! hmm~
thank you for this. this got me thinking about stuff i hadn't pondered in a long time
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moments0fcrisis · 2 years ago
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Listen while you scroll to be transported somewhere else
My favorite tags I use (even though I hardly tag on here anymore 🙃)
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tiarasnteakettles · 4 months ago
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I designed my first bag.
Yeah, so, everyone and their mother is designing ita bags lately, and having them produced by a manufacturer. I figured, aw heck, if they can do it for merch reasons, so can I, right? I've designed and manufactured so many different things that finding a good manu should be a piece of cake. Pay the big bucks for that initial sample, and then, uh, yeah that's it. It's for me. All mine, fufufu. But see, this needed to be a big bag. This wasn't your average ita bag to hang on your arm and put all your little buttons and pins in. It's for a doll. And sure okay, there's doll bags. All sizes. Black, canvas, sad. Boring. And the ones that are cute? Well, they're only for the small dolls, like Pullip or Blythe. Maybe MSD (45cm) dolls if you're lucky. Back in the olden times, Dollmore had made a coffin shaped carrier bag for SD(60cm) dolls. They came in black/brown... and black/plaid.
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And this was in the early 2010's, perhaps earlier. If you can find a used one, the pleather is already disintegrating. I also dislike having crosses on random things. We can be spooky without potentially offending someone's beliefs, it could be neato.
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But also, I love when people display their little figures in bags with flowers and such! I really want a window for a big doll, is that too much to ask? So: 1. SD size or bigger. 2. Coffin Shaped. 3. Big clear window. 4. Removable cover. 5. No crosses. Seems easy enough.
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acrisius-ii · 3 months ago
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PSA for ttrpg makers
and book writers and just other people
if you want to do some graphic design try google slides this shit is great
the ui is great and it has some shortcomings like a lack of custom guides and spacing and no page numbers and stuff like that
but most importantly though it is free, and if you have the world's most awful computer like mine which stutters playing doom 1, it's pretty neato
i'm using it to make the arena index and layout for DEMON CALIBER, my ttrpg and this has never in my life been so easy
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patrik6090 · 3 months ago
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Okay then
fun fact my nut tastes like lemons
Uh huh
Neato
Mine doesn't taste like anything
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salternateunreality2 · 6 months ago
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Sephiroth, but instead of eldrich-horror-from-outer-space, Gast, Hojo and Lucrecia didn't mess up and injected him with actual cetran cells, so he's way less dark, mysterious and depressed and way more of a hippy goofball. They send him to a battle and he wanders off to smell some flowers
Hojo: KILL THE BUNNY, SEPHIROTH.
Sephiroth: BUNNY!!! *picks up bun, snuggles, listens to bun* Hmm, ok, I'll tell him. The bunny says you're a monster. And that her name is Fluffaggedon, Empress of Darkness, and you're going to die. *whispers with the bun*
Hojo: ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!! JUST KILL IT!!!!
Lucrecia: He can talk to animals?! I only went to get cigarettes 3 years ago and he's already developed this much?!?!
Hojo: YES THAT IS HOW BABIES WORK.
Lucrecia: Neato mosquito. Any eldritch horrors we have yet to unearth? Maybe he can befriend them!
Hojo: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!
Fluffaggedon: *twitches her nose*
Sephiroth: Awesome! Let's go! *escapes the labs for the 47th time that day, finds a herd of chocobos, becomes weirdly obsessed with the baby chicks*
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A few years later...
Sephiroth: I'm going to get cigarettes!
Hojo: STOP SAYING THAT EVERY TIME YOU TRY TO ESCAPE! I am at my wit's end with you, you worthless-
Sephiroth: Maybe I'll run into my egg donor while I'm out!
Hojo: *finds the nearest paper bag to hyperventilate into*
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Sephiroth, when he gets to newborn!Cloud's crib: Look, Fluffaggedon, there he is!
Cloud: 🐣
Fluffaggedon: *waggles tail*
Claudia: Um, hello?
Sephiroth: We love your child. He is the one. We will adopt him and be his friend and follow him to the ends of the earth.
Cloud: BUH 🐣
Claudia: Uhhh...would you like a snack? While I call your parents?
Sephiroth: No thank you, my parents are pretty evil and neglectful, and I would prefer to spend my time staring at your baby in wonder.
Claudia: ...
Sephiroth: 😍
Fluffaggedon: *cleans ear*
Claudia: ...okey-dokey, artichokey.
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A few months later....
Claudia: Sephiroth, kiddo, please don't bring animals that will poop on the floor inside the house anymore, Cloud is teething and will try to eat anything.
Sephiroth: 😍 You are a wise and kind mother. Will you be mine?
Claudia: Yeah, sure, works for me. Grilled cheese or pasta for l-
Sephiroth: PASTA! 😍😍😍
Fluffaggedon: *happy butt wiggles*
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A few years later...
Sephiroth: Mother, I need to go get cigarettes in Midgar, there is a child who needs me.
Claudia: Well, we need to start packing then. You get yourself ready and when you're done, come help me with Cloud's stuff.
Cloud: 🐣NO I HELP SEPH. AND I DO IT MYSELF.
Claudia: Whatever gets the boat afloat.
Fluffaggedon: *wise whisker twitches*
Hojo: *knocks on the door*
Sephiroth: *opens the door* Hello, asshole. Mother, this is my sperm donor. Sperm donor, this is my mother. We're going out to get cigarettes together.
Hojo: WHAT THE FUCK, YOU WERE HERE THE WHOLE TIME!?!?!?
Sephiroth: Yep. Leave now. *slams the door*
Fluffaggedon: *pushes a plant out of the window above the front door, almost kills Hojo, who leaves*
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In Midgar...
Jailbreak for Ifalna, Aerith, and Nanaki, but Sephiroth's primary goal is in the slums.
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Sephiroth: Hello, soulmate. You may share my mother now that yours is dead. Come along.
Lazard: What the actual fuck.
Sephiroth: This is my Cloud. Say hello, Cloud!
Cloud: If you huwt Sephy, I kiww you.
Lazard: What the actual fuck.
Claudia: I mean same, he's my kid, but if you need a place to stay, I'm collecting children. Apparently.
Lazard: Well ok then.
Sephiroth: *happiest kitten*
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Hojo dies of an aneurysm when he finds the note Sephiroth left behind.
"Ugly Sperm Donor,
Fluffaggedon says it is time. Goodbye, and good riddance.
Sincerely,
Sephiroth Strife 🌸🦋"
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project-sekai-facts · 1 year ago
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yo, do ya have any favourite lyrics and/or line distributions? akito getting multiple lines about dogs is neato
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Hoshizora no Melody has my favorite lyrics in the game it's not even a tough choice. I love how well every character's arc is conveyed through only a few lines it's so good. Emu could never and would never leave PXL (her grandad) behind, and WxS was able to finally change things for her and help her protect it. Rui was outcast his whole life and he came to accept it as something that would never change - it wasn't until WxS (Tsukasa) reached out to him and let him be passionate about his dreams without judging him that he was finally able to turn things around. Tsukasa throws his all into theatre (making people happy) and it's something that is so deeply ingrained as a part of himself, but WxS let him actually pave the way to make his dream a reality. Nene was too shy to face anyone and couldn't get over the things in her way (her past failures), but she was able to rediscover her passion for singing and is able to sing for everyone once again.
The prechorus parts too, Emu and Tsukasa sing the part about realising that the world can make people smile because both of their dreams are to make people smile. Emu and Rui singing about the world giving life back to things they'd given up because Rui gave up on the thought of belonging and Emu was going to have to give up the Wonder Stage. Rui getting the part about celebrating the colors of the world because his dream is to create shows that anyone can enjoy regardless of identity.
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As you said I think Akito getting lines about dogs is a nice little bit of recurring irony. I particularly like this example from Gekokujo that conveys his unwavering determination and drive even when he's faced with forces pushing against him really nicely. Also just Gekokujo's lyrics as a whole I think reflect the event so well.
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N25 probably has the best lyric game like there's so many good examples from their songs. Particular favorites would have to be Engeki for summarising basically Mafuyu's entire life in such a gut-punching way, and Tricologe for a similar reason for Hoshizora in that it just does such a good job of representing every character.
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IDSMILE/lower parallels my beloved <3
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Gunjou Sanka is another favorite of mine. If you couldn't tell by now I love stuff that either tells a story or describes a character. Or both. All of Gunjou Sanka is so good and really packs a punch with the emotions but I really like the first verse and prechorus here where it describes the basics of each main story in just one or two lines each. I especially love the Leo/need segment about being able to believe in wanting to stay together since they've moved on from their pasts and are reuinted now.
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And how could I forget Mr. Showtime. This one has such clever lyrics and I love the use of parentheses to add secondary meanings to certain parts. The whole song is perfection but I'm particularly fond of this section here, specifically the last line because it understands Tsukasa so much better than like half the fandom does. Theatre is something that Tsukasa genuinely dedicates everything to, in some ways (every way) it is his life. Phoenix is a great example to demonstrate that because it highlights just how much it means to him and how he's willing to put it above everything else, including his own wellbeing, to try and overcome the obstacles he faces. At the end of the day though, even if it's tough and can feel like it's taking too long or isn't worth it, the roadblocks he doesn't anticipate are the ones that help him improve most and get closer to his dream than anything else.
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also just this one lyric from Showtime Ruler I love character development. Karasuyasabou actually says that's his favorite in the song, and he talked quite a lot about the lyrics for the rest of the song in his corocoro interview. I'd suggest giving it a read because it's pretty interesting what he says about how he wrote it.
this is getting a bit long so i'll stop here haha
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sarahlizziewrites · 6 months ago
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the coming out post
Happy pride, y'all! This is a post about my gender. You do not have to read it. (It is not a post about being bi, I did that like 13 years ago lol).
tl;dr: I'm genderfluid, my pronouns are she/he
this realisation has come from a lot of places, including but not limited to
the uncomfy hyperfemininity of the bridal industry
the fact that most of my POV protagonists in my writing are male-identified, and if I write in 1st person, the character is usually male
the instagram algorithm giving me targeted ads and content that seemed to be for transmasc/nb people - this is creepy, btw
the euphoria when I got called 'sir' by a stranger that one time when I was wearing a big coat back in 2019
playing a male character in D&D and someone misgendering the character as 'she', which wasn't so much a problem in itself, but it sent me into a bit of a spiral about just how much feminine energy I was giving out to have it override the character's gender!
the gender envy I get from trans women and drag queens who are doing femininity in a way that feels so joyful.
not feeling particularly disconnected from being female or using she/her (which was confusing for a while haha)
relating hard to the stories of friends who had come out as trans
@vacantgodling made me do it
but yeah, I feel like a guy sometimes. I feel like a girl most of the time, and I very rarely feel in between or no gender at all, hence the she/he but not they.
I'd love to talk you all about this, feel free to message me or comment on this post.
The only thing I don't really want to talk about is a thing I have encountered a few times (mostly from binary trans people), which is a suggestion (however well-meaning) that being fluid or nb is sort of a 'gateway drug' to becoming binary trans - while I acknowledge this is some peoples' experience, it hasn't been mine! And honestly fear of having to have that conversation over and over again is what has kept me from coming out for a while. It would be lowkey pretty invalidating to have that as a response to this coming out post, so if that is your experience, I'm really glad for you - this is mine.
I don't know if I will stick to 'genderfluid' as a label but it seems to fit pretty well and the flag is neato
thx for listening, love you
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skyward-floored · 5 months ago
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this is your invitation to yap about TOTK
- hero-of-the-wolf
And I will yap!
First of all watching Zelda geek out under the castle was the best, she was so giddy by the time she figured out the murals and everything, and Link was just nodding along like “I only half know what you’re saying but I love hearing you infodump”. Plus the stuff about her always being told “the tunnels under the castle are forbidden” like girl you’re telling me NOBODY went down there?? Highly unlikely. I don’t buy it.
The lore in this game is already driving me nuts. There’s people from the sky but they’re not skyloftians. They founded hyrule even though the skyloftians did that but also the inprisoning war is in there somewhere which makes NO sense because it seemed like in twilight princess it had nothing to do with the founding of hyrule, and what’s all this about Rauru being the first king? Excuse me? Did nintendo just soft reset everything because I don’t like that—
*ahem*
I’m holding out hope that more will be explained. And it will make more sense. Maybe. (I’m not very positive lol)
Zelda gets an amber relic but it’s white and shiny instead! Neato! Obviously this is important since more with it shows up later. I don’t totally know what yet though... I’m suspicious.
also I didn’t know the corpse would talk. that was terrifying actually. listening to him crack as he shifted around was! Horrible!!
I’ve screamed about the hand grabbing thing back when the trailers came out but hwwwwaaauuugghghhg. He tried so hard to save her and she fell anyway hhhhhhhhhhh. Link my poor son.
WHY DOES POOR LINK KEEP WAKING UP UNDERGROUND IN HIS UNDERWEAR WITH NO CLUE WHAT’S GOING ON. Once was weird enough but twice??? this poor man. And he doesn’t even have the questionable luxury of memory loss this time, you know that boy is worrying his head off about Zelda. And his arm. Ow.
Nothing funnier than hearing a disembodied voice be like “sorry, I couldn’t save your arm so I just gave you mine.” Sir.
The sky islands are so pretty. I saw one of those weird hairy ostrich things and for about two seconds went LOFTWING?? but alas. it was not so. I like all the animals up there, though I have to wonder how there weren’t issues with in-breeding, and how several species are identical to ones on the surface despite being separated for literal thousands of years.... I’m probably thinking about it too hard.
The robot guys are so cute, and the noises they make are pretty too. They look kinda like geckos to me :) though the enemy ones are mean. At least I stole a flamethrower from the one guy.
Rauru: dang it my arm is too weak to go through the door. Sorry bro. Fortunately there’s these shrines—
Link: *flashbacking to the Great plateau* say no more.
GLUE GLUE GLUING THINGS EHEEHE
Koroks again... oof man. At least the little quest things you do with them get you two. Helping them is fun, plus they’re so weighed down by their bags their legs just wiggle in the air ahaha they’re like beetles who got stuck upside down. They’re so cute.
STICKING THINGS ON WEAPONS EYEBALL ARROWS AND CRATE SWORDS HEHEHE
Of all the things I expected going into this the giant blupee frog was not one of them. Whuh. Cursed blupee? Blupee that ate too much? Something?? Hrmmmm. I bet you’ll have to give the little blupee pendant things to Satori or something. Or somebody on Satori mountain.
The glow flowers (who’s name’s I forget) are soooo pretty. I love how there’s caves in this game, it’s so fun to climb around in them :D except when there’s a like-like because eeeeuuugghhgg. I didn’t think anyone could make a like-like grosser than it already was and yet here we are. EW. kill it kill it kill it—
Bird gliders are SO FUN
All of the abilities are fun but I like rewind a lot because it’s so simple. It’s like, fun because it’s less complicated? Idk it’s just neat. Plus Zelda gave it to us so it’s special :3 or her echo did. Or something. I’m suspicious.
Okay. Glowey spot. Broken master sword. Chiming and Fi’s theme (waaaaaah). Put the sword in the glow and it looks like we rewind and Zelda takes it. THEREFORE Zelda must have been yeeted to the past by that weird rock she picked up, and I hate nintendo because SERIOUSLY TIME TRAVEL AGAIN???
I already have a headache trying to make this fit into my understanding of Zelda games. *shakes fist*
Okay Zelda talked to us at least, that’s good, now we’re getting somewhere. Surface time babey!!!!
Trying to orient myself after I fell was so confusing and it took me a solid half an hour to figure out where I should maybe go and then Skye reminded me there was a glowey marker on my map telling me where to go lollll
Also I caught a horse and there were shenanigans involved in getting him to a stable but I did eventually register him (his name is Lucas after Lost’s dad but also I just like the name). And pony points are the best thing I’ve ever heard of <333 mad you still can’t pet the dogs though. LAME.
Lookout Landing is amazing. It’s so great. The music is catchy and they’re all so organized and rebuilding and Hyrule in general just seems so much more thriving now and I’m so proud of Link and Zelda waaaaaaaaaugh
Also everyone being so worried about Link (or straight-up not recognizing him lol) was sweet, I love how relieved people were to see him again.
PURAH’S OLD(er) AND IT KINDA HAS ME SHOOK. Her assistant is real sweet though, Josha I think? Nice kid. I don’t know if she’s eleven or sixteen or some other age entirely, but nice kid.
Just realized this is getting very very long. I didn’t do a ton else except pop up to the castle (creepy and unsettling with no guardians trying to kill me) and see Zelda appear then disappear (very weird and I’m suspicious again) so I’ll stop here. Ohhh also I popped down to the depths, but I didn’t do too much under there either. Just crept around and caught some bugs and killed some monsters (weird-looking monsters) and took a picture of a statue.
So endeth the thoughts of peggy on totk. For now lol.
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anarchycox · 21 days ago
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Hey, in neato things, remembered that today is the anniversary of mine and dr cox's first date. 22 years together, that's pretty great.
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