#did I forget someone? idk

[beardedhandstoadshark]

hc that all Links are unnaturally bad at lying, but for different, usually magic related reasons

Skyward Sword: Holy Magic juice in his veins

Minish Cap: Picori Magic (so fae)

Time: Lost Woods magic (also fae)

8bit: killed his Dark Link and with him the ability to lie

Four Swords: Four Sword = Picori Magic + The entire game is about bribing Great Fairies into blessing you (also fae)

Four Swords Adventures: Four Sword still = Picori Magic (still fae) + I think Shadow Link kicks the bucket?

Legend: His uncle taught him better

Orcales (if you count him as separate): side effect of hanging out with the Oracle of Secrets

New Hero of Legend: Automatically sucks at it because Ravio doesn't, Lorulean/Hyrulean counterparts have opposite character traits

Twilight Princess: Whatever that one squirrel in Ordon said about humans vs animals, + fae magic (Fairies cling to him, something's up here)

Toon Link: Have you seen his face, he might be able to lie but his expression sure doesn't

Spirit Tracks Toon Link: still a Toon Link

Wild Era: Child Soldier Trauma, also Blupees and Satori (it's all fae?)

Extras:

Hyrule Warriors: Child Soldier Trauma, also Fairy Tea Time (*loads magic meter* Always has been)

Cadence of Hyrule: These hips don't lie

Majoras Maks Prequel Manga guy: magic juice (not necessarily holy)

WardSward Prequel Manga guy: Holy Magic juice (but not in his veins if you catch my drift)

CDI Link: too dorky

Cartoon Link: The biggest liar you've ever seen (the Triforce of Wisdom taught him)

[inkskinned]

for a while i lived in an old house; the kind u.s americans don't often get to live in - living in a really old house here is super expensive. i found out right before i moved out that the house was actually so old that it features in a poem by emily dickinson.

i liked that there were footprints in front of the sink, worn into the hardwood. there were handprints on some of the handrails. we'd find secret marks from other tenants, little hints someone else had lived and died there. and yeah, there was a lot wrong with the house. there are a lot of DIY skills you learn when you are a grad student that cannot afford to pay someone else to do-it-for-ya. i shared the house with 8 others. the house always had this noise to it. sometimes that noise was really fucking awful.

in the mornings though, the sun would slant in thick amber skiens through the windows, and i'd be the first one up. i'd shuffle around, get showered in this tub that was trying to exit through the floor, get my clothes on. i would usually creep around in the kitchen until it was time to start waking everyone else up - some of them required multiple rounds of polite hey man we gotta go knocks. and it felt... outside of time. a loud kind of quiet.

the ghosts of the house always felt like they were humming in a melody just out of reach. i know people say that the witching hour happens in the dark, but i always felt like it occurred somewhere around 6:45 in the morning. like - for literal centuries, somebody stood here and did the dishes. for literal centuries, somebody else has been looking out the window to this tree in our garden. for literal centuries, people have been stubbing their toes and cracking their backs and complaining about the weather. something about that was so... strangely lovely.

i have to be honest. i'm not a history aficionado. i know, i know; it's tragic of me. i usually respond to "this thing is super old" by being like, wow! cool! and moving on. but this house was the first time i felt like the past was standing there. like it was breathing. like someone else was drying their hands with me. playing chess on the sofa. adding honey to their tea.

i grew up in an old town. like, literally, a few miles off of walden pond (as in of the walden). (also, relatedly, don't swim in walden, it's so unbelievably dirty). but my family didn't have "old house" kind of money. we had a barely-standing house from the 70's. history existed kind of... parallel to me. you had to go somewhere to be in history. your school would pack you up on a bus and take you to some "ye olden times" place and you'd see how they used to make glass or whatever, and then you'd go home to your LEDs. most museums were small and closed before 5. you knew history was, like, somewhere, but the only thing that was open was the mcdonalds and the mall.

i remember one of my seventh grade history teachers telling us - some day you'll see how long we've been human for and that thing has been puzzling me. i know the scientific number, technically.

the house had these little scars of use. my floors didn't actually touch the walls; i had to fill them with a stopgap to stop the wind. other people had shoved rags and pieces of newspaper. i know i've lost rings and earring backs down some of the floorboards. i think the raccoons that lived in our basement probably have collected a small fortune over the years. i complain out loud to myself about how awful the stairs are (uneven, steep, evil, turning, hard to get down while holding anything) and know - someone else has said this exact same thing.

when i was packing up to leave and doing a final deep cleaning, i found a note carved in the furthest corner in the narrow cave of my closet. a child's scrawled name, a faded paint handprint, the scrangly numbers: 1857.

we've been human for a long time. way back before we can remember.

[lorrainestea]

One second I'm just someone who's never seen a whole F1 race, and the next I'm "SMOOTH OPERATOOOOOOORRRR" and "Nothing, just an INCHIDENT on the race"

[thedreadvampy]

sometimes I forget that my experience has been. um. not 'your experiences are not universal' vibes but more like 'your experiences are EXTREMELY atypical'

[breakbeatbun]

y'all have gotta learn to act normal about other people's characters

just bc you think they're hot doesn't mean the person who made them wants to know if, or how, you'd fuck them. i feel like that's common sense. it doesn't make it OK now just because it's not a real person you're sexualizing. you don't know what they mean to the person who made them, and if you do, well what the fuck, then.

[fizzygator420]

My friend has been showing me Ghosts

We're almost done w season 2 and i have become a huge fan of this guy to say the least

[the-cat-at-the-theatre-door]

“You don’t have to do this.”

"You don't have to do this."

Demeter's voice comes from somewhere behind Alonzo's shoulder, thin and reedy but heavy with intent. She is frighteningly calm, all things in considered, though Mungojerrie can hear the tail edge of something foreign tightening each syllable.

The decided emphasis of the statement gives Alonzo a solid beat of pause; he's hearing what Demeter is saying, but, more importantly this time around, he's deliberating it. It's gotten through to him. Mungojerrie sees every millimeter of muscle beneath his eye twitch and shift. He holds his breath.

The speed at which Mungojerrie had been off his paws and slammed back against the wall was - admittedly - startling, knocking the wind and words clean out of him. He'd been midsentence, explanatory excuse just on the tip of his tongue, attempting to keep pace with the cats walking with him, but every time he caught up front, they continued on. Alonzo wouldn't even look at him - that should have been his first warning.

They'd been silent amongst themselves when he'd made his meager attempt at explanation. Even Teazer was frighteningly quiet, trailing hesitantly behind Demeter, in the way that suggested whatever she'd seen back in that room hadn't been good. The silence had been deafening and uncomfortable, tension thick and wounded like a noose set to decorate a neck, and every nervous bone in Mungojerrie's body screamed to fill it, interrupt it - say something that would diffuse everything and stitch them back together instead of feeling like he'd been trapped behind glass, screaming and screaming with no one around to make it mean anything.

He'd said the wrong thing; he could feel it the moment it whistled through his teeth. He'd said the wrong thing, done the wrong thing, pissed off the wrong cats. Or just one of the wrong cat; the most important of wrong cats. And they'd all surely pay for that slip up down the line. But it could be smoothed over; surely everything could.

The last thing he had heard before being suspended was a sharp, flat exhale - a decisive, frustrated kind of noise that, perhaps if he were paying more attention to his surroundings instead of his fear, Mungojerrie would have recognized as something foreboding.

Now, he was face-to-face with a very angry looking tomcat, and struggling a solid few inches off the ground, every instinct in his body screaming at him to escape, lash out and yowl like his tail was on fire, do something, but he was completely frozen. Alonzo held onto the scruff of his chest firmly, shoving his nose into Mungojerrie's muzzle and the rest of him bodily into his space so he couldn't look away from him even if he tried. There were bright coals of anger burning in Alonzo's eyes, fanned to life with an undercurrent of fear. Danger. A reminder - Mungojerrie thought distantly as his attempts at squirming free from an iron grip slowed to a trickle, then an icy stop - of how he'd gotten to be where he was in the first place. It was easy to forget; easy to pretend they were playing one long hauled game. Alonzo was grumpy and aloof, but never dangerous. Never any real threat.

There is a scar running through his lip and up into his nose, deep and pulled taught against his snarl. Mungojerrie wonders where he got it. He'd never asked.

"What the fuck were you thinking?" the larger tomcat growled, low, menacing, cold, shaking him for emphasis. "What is the matter with you?"

Send me a sentence and I’ll fill at least five more in after it for a little mini-fic.

[leroibobo]

the paradesi synagogue in kochi, kerala, india. the first synagogue on the site, built by the city's longstanding malabari jewish community, was destroyed by portugese who'd colonized the area in their persecution of locals. it was rebuilt in 1568 by spanish and portugese jews who fled persecution and later expulsion, hence the name "paradesi" ("foreign" in malayalam).

these sephardic jews and a community of jews of mixed african and european descent who were formerly enslaved ("meshuchrarim", "freedmen" in hebrew) joined the malabari jewish community of kochi and somewhat integrated. they were later joined by some iraqi, persian, yemenite, afghan, and dutch sephardic jews. the middle eastern and european jews were considered "white jews" and permitted malabari jews and meshuchrarim to worship in the synagogue. however, in what seems like a combination of local caste dynamics and racism, malabari jews were not allowed full membership. meshuchrarim weren't allowed in at all, but were instead made to sit outside during services and not allowed their own place of worship or other communal rights.

as the "white jews" tended to be rather wealthy from trade, this synagogue contains multiple antiquities. they include belgian glass chandeliers on its walls, hand-painted porcelain tiles from china on its floors, and an oriental rug that was gifted by ethiopian emperor haile selassie.

[gibbearish]

i will say tho as someone with memory issues we can like. talk abt this situation without calling that part into question. if i write something and can't remember/find the source, i Tell people that, i don't act like i came up with it myself. and as he says himself, there is plenty he could have been doing to mitigate those issues, and he didn't. and we can question if he's telling the truth about specific parts without questioning if he actually Has Memory Issues or epilepsy or head trauma, he can have those things and still use it as a convenient excuse to explain away active choices. similar to the suicide attempt i don't feel like this is the kind of thing it's the public's place to stick our noses in when we can criticize him just fine without it

[the-last-quest]

I’m sure everything is going to turn out fine :))

[slythereen]

apparently dts just pretended max doesn’t exist in 2023??? which is evil and of itself but does that mean we won’t get to see our few scraps of joy (lestappen fighting on track)

[keiyaku-tako]

List of... Business Partners.

A list of people that Azul talks to - as well as their tag! Feel free to request to be added here ^^ Also, please let me know if you'd like to be removed from this.

Romantic Partners

@blanketorghost - Yuu (Yuu Fujisaki)

Yuu, please stop putting yourself in danger. I love you, but it's not safe. I do not want you to get hurt.

General - Canon

@floydleechrp - Floyd

@halfafishandawholehuman - Floyd

@rook-hunt-chasseur-damour - Rook-san

Rook-san is intriguing... I enjoy talking to him.

@idya-shroud - Idia-san

General - OCs/Anons/etc

@blanketorghost - Ghost-san

Please stop trying to blackmail and guilt-trip me. I will not have you spreading lies about me to Yuu.

@incorrectmementomoriquotes - clownfish-san; kantokusei-san clownfish (old)

Why do you always do the craziest - pardon, oddest things?

@blind0raven - Kibby-san

I would appreciate if you did not continue to steal items from Mostro Lounge. And do not go whining to Jade.

@blind0raven - Ravey-san

I enjoy talking to you. Please do not get a bad influence from Kibby-san.

@blind0raven - Yuuki-san

@quartzztwst - Quartz-san

Where do I even begin...

@ggrocks - Sunny-san (new), kantokusei-san 🌻 (old)

No, you are not getting out of working at Mostro Lounge.

Pomefiore Student (L/N) 🪺, Pomefiore Student-san 🪆

How do I get him to perform at... Pardon me, I was just talking to myself.

@gummysharksorbet - Yuuto-san (Yuuto Watson)

@thehollowwriter - Quinn-san

🐀-san

🦊-san

🪸-san

🐬-san

🌹🪴-san

jar-san

comb-san

[lunarharp]

wip thing...

of my bg3 avatar hellebore. i also did some casual nude studies of my 3 characters which i'll put under a cut... rather unlike me after all. (so WARNING for abrupt non-sexual full Artistic nudity lol...,,,,) (< won't be making a habit of this)

they mean the world to me

[gendervapor14]

i left a comment i've been meaning to leave for weeks!!

huh? did i reply to any of my comments?

.....

no.

but i left a comment. progress has been made.

[spaghett-onaplate]

it's been a bit of a day. seethed for hours over an interaction with a customer. i shit my pants. then i moved furniture around in my room but the way id planned to move it didnt work so i put it back

[governmentmandatedryujinstan420]

I regret to inform everyone we're back in the white space. Expect the fire alarm to go off periodically in typical fashion of whenever it detects a steaming pile of garbage on the way. Like me! [i'll give a cookie to whoever recognizes where the sfx is from!!]