#THAT AINT NOTHING COMPARED TO THIS

[kyoghurts]

rayne . . .. ……… why are u so hot pls

[justvoidsdumbstuff1]

who’s hotter dr eggman or bowser

Bowser, duhhh obvi

[jeremiahthefroge]

Man there's really something about the way MCD very slowly sinks you into this bigger narrative and makes you forget it's "just" a minecraft world. Sure, as far as episode 24, we're still getting YouTube intros where she introduces herself as Jess, but we've also got Levin, and all of her struggles with potentially having to give him up. And there's the looming threat of the shadow knights, there's Sasha in the village, the subplot with dale and molly and logan and Donna, there's Zenix being missing. We've got Aphmau acting stressed, acting sad, acting worried about the NPCs in her village, regarding them more and more as people as they appear to BE people.

Side note, all the plot stuff with Lords being a reality-warping force, turning simple NPCs into evolved thinking + feeling characters and having those characters devolve when they're away, are we meant to see this as "the NPC's AI gets so advanced they become more involved characters in the video game but if you turn off the video game they cease to exist" or like "minecraft is a sort of portal for irl people to interact with this other dimension, which they see as the minecraft world, and they're warping the reality of another real place, and real people are forgetting their memories when the lords are disappearing" or what?

Players don't seem to be the only people who can be lords, given Bright Port's Lord Burt, who clearly has the same/similar effect on Brightport that Aphmau has on Phoenix Drop (his absence causes some guards to start forgetting things and acting weird, as well as some of the roads disappearing). Plus there's definitely some variance in the personalities and stories of the NPCs around her, Lord Burt says that Azura is a special guard that can't be corrupted by the king bc she's pure of heart and has a bond to him. I don't think we're meant to believe the NPCs are just NPCs, at least not by this point in the series.

I'm interested to see how this develops and I'm curious as to how I'll want to handle it in my potential rewrite, if I decide to divorce the plot from the game of minecraft entirely. Which I did intend to, to give the characters a bit more breathing room. I wanted to start out with all the characters being fully themselves so we can get good early interactions.

Though there is very much something to be said about Garroth being stuck in that NPC state and Aphmau being around slowly brings his memories and autonomy back. Especially since she never seems to hold it over him, just glad to get to know him as he becomes his own person again.

Could make it a curse that the King cast, to prevent the people of the kingdom from organizing against him on their own after he starts killing off lords to steal their land. Making the only real threats to him the remaining lords and not just any town full of peasants with a bone to pick. Much to consider.

[swagging-back-to]

seetttthing scalding hot take but honestly i feel no sympathy or theoretical sadness about altea being blown to bits. the few alteans we DO know are all assholes. clearly the universe isn't missing much. in fact, if you look at the only canon universe that DOES still have altea--- they go on to be just as bad as the galran empire if not even worse.

so yeah. maybe zarkon did the universe a small favor before he went truly off the deep end.

edit; just found out alteans destroyed Diabaazal long before zarkon destroyed altea. nothing ANYONE says can convince me alteans are anything *but* the real villain of the show. they got what they deserved.

[todayisafridaynight]

Religiously i think about one of my twitter mutuals pointing out how aoki's design is subtly asymmetrical while ichiban is more symmetrical

when i think of it, masato's design is fairly symmetrical as well isnt it.....

[kyuala]

SOOOOOO hard to go through everyday life trying to ignore the never-ending feeling that im just irreparably fucked up and therefore should just give up on everything

[ball-of-butter]

i love maven and understand why people dislike him, but, like, hear me out… maven was given a negligent emotionally distant alcoholic father and an overbearing emotionally abusive helicopter mother who did not know the definition of privacy for the life of her. plus the controversy he was born in due to his mother and coriane which made other family members (julian, anabel) distant as well, all except the merandus clan who were full of sociopaths that take pleasure in psychological torture. he was also given a title that discarded emotional growth, where power was necessary and therapy didnt exist… like… bro did not stand a chance 😭😭

[hylaversicolor]

HEY.

[ghostryders]

i think Anoleis calling shepard a colonial rube, protectionist and also a communist is top 10 character building moments in mass effect. im so obsessed with the concept of commander shepard just being really into labor unions and also knowing everything there is to know about homesteading. learning how to live on ships was a major learning curve but at least they had the insane work ethic of a farm kid.

[yuriveteran]

just when you think a failed lesbian talking stage is the worst thing that could happen to you this year your best friend makes sure to be on top by lying to you and hiding having a boyfriend for 6 months for no reason whatsoever 🤣

[aladaylessecondblog]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Female Dunmer Nerevarine (Elder Scrolls), Im-Kilaya (Elder Scrolls), Various Argonians, Two Different Nerevarines, Azura (Elder Scrolls), The Hist (Elder Scrolls), Vivec (Elder Scrolls) Additional Tags: Screw Destiny, The Daedric Princes Being Assholes (Elder Scrolls), This started as an ai voiced series on youtube, Late Night Writing, Writing what I want, Crack Treated Seriously Series: Part 3 of Altered Amaranth Summary:

The previous Nerevarine passed birthing the next, who grows up in the Argonian Mission in Ebonheart. It was happy enough an upbringing, though despite the Argonians' best effort she still feels as though she is missing something.

At thirteen, Haj-deek is told who she is, and why her mother left her in the care of the Argonian Mission. She is given both the journal of her mother and the moon-and-star ring. She slips the ring on, the memories return...and she realizes that while she DOES have a family, it is her destiny to destroy them.

The Queen of Dawn and Dusk should really have known better.

At sixteen, Haj-deek is ready to approach Red Mountain.

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I figured I’d continue posting the series here since this place is why I decided to turn this into an Ao3 fic in the first place. Now we’re actually getting into the current Nerevarine’s time in the sun. :)

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Chapter One

Prologue III - Vivec, Haj-deek

Vivec

The quest panel, or journal rather, had been empty for some time; though he was glad he had written it all down before it had been wiped.

The Ordinators had attacked the Nerevarine, and brought the report of her getting away back to him. It was rather too late for scolding them but he did it anyway--saying that he wished to see if the Nerevarine could be made to see sense, as it would be more beneficial to them as a whole. They had apologized, kept looking, but after seeing her on the road near Vivec City, lost track of her.

He still couldn't teleport her to his location, nor could he discover at what coordinates she might be found. It was more than a little frustrating--what good was the console if he could not use it to better things? Certainly items would be handy, but the ability to alter people's courses would be better.

There had been one little quest completed, some sort of note delivery--in Ebonheart. What, he wondered, had she been doing there, after visiting Red Mountain? Perhaps looking for a place to rest and recover for another attempt at defeating Dagoth Ur...or perhaps she was looking to flee.

As for him, he had had no luck with Sotha Sil.

He had stated he was committing himself to the construction of the mechanical heart. Nothing could be more important, considering the situation with the heart of Lorkhan, and Dagoth Ur. If even a fraction of their power could be restored, it might give them the edge that they needed. Vivec advised him about Almalexia's increasing instability, and warned him that he may wish to take that into consideration going forward.

The man had only agreed, and gone back to his projects.

Vivec had not even bothered to attempt speaking to Almalexia. While some of Sotha Sil's habits changed, Almalexia remained unseen, hiding away in her temple, as dedicated to punishing the "unfaithful" as she ever had been in the first instance of this timeline.

He didn't understand it. It was clear the Gift had affected everyone--why would she not choose differently? But the more he mused on it the more obvious the answer became. The ability to choose different did not mean that one would choose differently.

Am I really to do this on my own? he wondered, I am perfectly capable of guiding things for the better, but still...it would be nice to have help.

His mind went back to the Nerevarine. The quest panel still hadn't updated, but on a hunch he began to (via the console) look through the list of books available for spawning. The usual variety were there, but there were a variety of new ones, too.

Let's see, the journal said that Nerevarine's name was Sadara, so perhaps...

Filtering by Morrowind, and then by city, he eventually found what he was looking for.

Sadara's Journal

How, he wondered, had he not thought to try this before?

After a short console command, the leatherbound book was in his hands. Its entries seemed normal at first--it started in Seyda Neen, then went to Balmora as the quest panel indicated. It was the quest journal, but with a more personal touch. Reasonably similar, too...until until she went to Red Mountain.

So when he admonished me for coming unprepared, I asked that he at least speak to his old friend, for there was much I wanted to know. And as he was an enemy of the Tribunal, he would surely surely be honest with me. I thought he would say no, but in his stony yet hopeful way he replied, "I would be happy to grant you that before our battle. What do you want to know?"

Vivec had nearly dropped the journal in shock.

He hadn't anticipated that. He'd known the Gift would alter people, but for Dagoth Ur to be affected, too? That he had NOT expected, and as he turned the page in haste, several fell out from further forward in the journal. He reached down to pick them up, and though he would look over them later, the passages he initially saw on each one as he picked them up would stick most firmly in his mind ever after.

His body is as warm as the living, yet his heart does not beat.

...intoxicating...act of worship...

...where he lives, my heart is also, but each day I fear Azura's wrath...

...called me a siren...other half, missing before, now whole......

One last time...

Vivec skimmed over the most egregiously heated parts. He couldn't say that it surprised him, to find that a Nerevarine would...fall...in this way. Was it not said that the Sharmat wooed as a lover? If there were any one on whom the attempt would be made, it would be the Nerevarine...so long as they were a Dunmer, of course.

He read the journal through. So she HAD gone to Ebonheart, as he'd suspected. And given what he had seen of Sadara's repeated attempts to deliver freed slaves there, he supposed it only made sense that she would ask sanctuary of the Argonians.

She wrote of her pregnancy, but it was not until Ukawei's entry that he realized the importance of it.

The room was silent save for the mewlings of the babe and I saw the mark of her lineage upon her tiny wrist. A glimmering ring, the moon and star, had been slipped onto her delicate skin.

The child was the next Nerevarine.

...we have named the child Haj-deek...

Vivec could hardly believe his luck. A babe. A literal infant, newly born, burdened with the prophecy. He even had her name!

He had all that he needed now, and as he looked down at the name again, a new thought entered his head.

Almalexia still pursued her previous course. Sotha Sil might fare better due to being forewarned, but how well he would do remained to be seen.

Dagoth Ur SEEMED more changeable than Almalexia, but it was best to operate on the assumption that no change would be possible from him.

At the very least, Vivec thought, I can bring the Nerevarine to my side. I can afford to be patient.

In that matter, at least. As far as the "House of the Emperor," however...

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*13 years later, Sun's Dusk 3E 423, Haj-Deek*

By the time she entered the Mission, it was obvious that Im-Kilaya had heard her coming.

"What is that terrible noise?" he asked. A second later he'd turned to look, and his head moved down in apparent exasperation. "Haj-deek..."

In the girl's arms was a cliffracer, probably a juvenile from the size of it. One of its wings was being held at an odd angle, and every step she took jarred it, causing the high-pitched outcry that every traveler was familiar with.

"It was injured!" Haj-deek called out, "What was I supposed to do, leave it there?"

"Yes," Im-Kilaya replied, "That is exactly what you were supposed to do. First of all, it's a wild animal, secondly, it could have any number of diseases, and thirdly, in this state it's even more likely to attack you than usual. You--"

"It's not diseased, but I can't get sick anyway. And I COULDN'T leave it," she huffed. "I'll let it go after but I'm going to heal it."

Again there was an outcry from the cliffracer, as Haj-deek sat down with it. Despite the obvious pain it was in, it curled close against her, and made a whining sound.

As she lay her hand over the injured wing, Im-Kilaya spoke again, and more softly.

"Where did you find it? A hunter's trap?"

"No, it was on the ground, dragging the wing. I didn't see any wounds on the outside, so...I think it tried to attack someone, and got hit with a club or something."

He said nothing else, merely watched as the wing moved back up, and the cliffracer flapped it rapidly. She looked up, thinking it would try to fly about the room, but after a few more moments it seemed to settle down.

"It must be ill," An-Deesei said, suddenly entering the room, "That is unnatural behavior for such a creature."

Haj-deek didn't listen to her, merely gave a little smile at the cliffracer. She reached up to pet at its head with her free hand and it made a curiously soft sound.

They hate you, she thought, Everyone does. But you're just an animal, doing animal things. You can't help it.

Behind her, she could half-hear Im-Kilaya and An-Deesei talking, though she pretended as if she couldn't.

"...the Hist says now..." Im-Kilaya said in a quiet tone, "...why, I do not know. It seems too early."

"Not our place to judge," An-Deesei replied, and lowered her voice, "...importance of it?"

As Haj-Deek moved to the table, with the cliffracer now settled comfortably on her lap, the two Argonians finally approached her again.

"You know," Im-Kilaya spoke first, "How you always asked us about your mother, and we said that we would tell you everything when the time came...when you were older?"

She didn't respond right away.

They wouldn't say much, other than her mother loved her, and wanted her kept safe. Safe from what, she had always wondered? The Tribunal? She had a feeling that was it, because Im-Kilaya and the others had told her not to speak to any Temple priests if she could help it. Not that that was much of a risk in Ebonheart since there wasn't really a Temple presence. There was an Imperial chapel, and...

A feeling stirred in her gut.

Im-Kilaya would give her a single drop of Hist Sap every now and then, saying it could be dangerous for a non-Argonian to have more than that. And while she had much, much less of a connection to the Hist than they did, the link was still there. And every so often...she would get a feeling she was sure was the Hist, trying to speak to her. An instinct, telling her something would be a good or a bad idea.

An-Deesei had left the room, but soon reappeared, carrying a leather journal, and a little bag along with it. Both were handed to her. The book she lay on the table, and she felt at the bag--a ring? Was there a ring in there?

"This is your mother's journal," Im-Kilaya said, "It will explain everything. And in this bag is your mother's ring."

"There are other things," An-Deesei added, "She kept some weapons and artifacts, but those you won't need just yet."

The book first, the feeling sparked in her gut, so intensely that she could do nothing but obey it, Read the book first, before even touching the bag.

She opened the book, petting again at the cliffracer as it started to move about in her lap.

This is the last journal of Sadara, sometimes called the Nerevarine...

[guildofempyreans]

if one of the new eo character appearances ever worms their way into OtL don't look at me

[tossball-stick]

if ur an overwatch fan neverrrrr get into rdr2. cole cassidy is a piece of bread half eaten by pigeons compared to arthur morgan

[todayisafridaynight]

OH about the finale at the shrine, this completely slipped my notice when we were talking about it, but Ichi says he's "reporting" Jo's verdict to both Arakawa and Masato. It's just not translated that way.

Not too big of a difference (well, it is to me, but I'm insane), but if it was highlighting anything, I'd guess it's probably Masato's change of heart. It would've been fair for Ichi to assume Masato wouldn't care and only "report" to Arakawa, but in the context of Ichi doing his damnedest to show Masato they all love him, it works in terms of, "Maybe I made him reconsider, and maybe now he would care."

Also... I'm looking at it in a "measured" way, since the chapter trophies are always just standard "Nth Chapter Cleared" messages that the localization team just spices up for us, but there's something I find really poignant about the Chapter 13 trophy being worded as "Fate of Our Fathers." The pluralization of both the noun and pronoun. Realizations that come too late.

Of course, Masato definitely didn't "know" and had no real reason to suspect it, but the Arakawas have this bizarre subconscious almost-psychic link. So even if he doesn't really think so, there's this sense that Ichi "might as well" be Arakawa's "real" son because they're so much more alike. And maaaybe he felt that way about Jo and himself at one point, because (as we've discussed) there has to be a reason Jo was Masato's "favorite."

[Follow up to this ask]

[very-something-z]

god fuck all these folks asking if 80° F is hot it like 108° outside rn and I walked maybe 16 minutes to a gas station to get a drink and y'all when I got inside my apartment my skin was soak head to toe like I just stepped out of the shower but it was all sweat. Jesus fucking christ.