#gaming memory

[retrogamelovers]

Gaming Memory ❤️

Maui Mallard in Cold Shadow!

[thatonepikminperson]

So, another story from the Pikmin games from when I was bad and also a child. SO I got the bad end of Pikmin first. Not joking, I was that bad at the game. It scared me so bad that I reset the entire file and got the good ending.

I also cried. Not at the credits, no, but instead it was because I almost messed up the Emperor Bulblax fight. You know how the health of la creature resets everyday? Yeah. That. I did defeat the boss though, and my remaining 3 Reds, 46 Yellows, and like 5 Blues carried back the safe. (Probably more reds and blues, this is just based off of my memory lol)

[subjectnamemissing]

Remembering Garry Mod server which was just an absurdly long hallway where you were forced to walk to the end. There was cosmetics and a timer for how long you took. The weird thing was that they bound the menu button you use to disconnect to an ad overlay - so you couldn’t just disconnect from the server. Getting to the end was the only way to legitimately get off. Though of course you could probably use the console and I just didn’t think of that.

I just force closed Garry’s Mod and blacklisted the server. Wasn’t THAT desperate for time sinks.

[demi-pixellated]

Sonic 06 AU where Princess Elise is instead the dimensional equivalent of Blaze because none of this really matters anyway so why not

[killerinstinctgold]

[toxiccaves]

I like Link’s new weird dog

[chiangyorange]

the chain but on a scale of who says hooray yippee and wahoo

is this anything.

[eternvlsound]

PlayStation 2 Ocean Blue (2002)

[retrogamelovers]

Gaming Memory ❤️

Red Faction for the PS2!

[watchingwisteria]

listen there really was just something about how in the book, snow’s 3-page descent from hesitant lover boy to deluded mfer happens entirely in his mind. lucy gray gives him no indication whatsoever that she suspects him, that she’s going to leave or betray him. he’s just sitting quietly in the cabin waiting for her to return when that seed of calculated suspicion, which he has needed to survive the capitol, takes a hold of him and chokes the life out of any goodness left inside him. it really drives home your terror as a reader that “oh my god did he kill her? did she escape? what happened to her? why would he even think that?” in a way that when the movie had to adjust for visualization it lost some of that holy shit this guy has lost it emphasis.

[mythboundcal]

The Garden Doesn’t Know She’s Gone Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom Fanfic by MythboundCal

Zelda’s garden doesn’t know she’s gone.

It still blooms like she’ll be back any second—like the sunflowers haven’t noticed she stopped humming to them, like the lavender didn’t watch her vanish into light.

Link stands at the gate. The wood is soft with age, half-swallowed by ivy. The watering can rests exactly where she left it in Hateno. Rusting. Waiting.

He doesn’t touch it.

Not out of neglect.

Just… fear.

That if he waters the garden, it might forget her—that its roots will stop searching for her footsteps, its blossoms will stop blooming in her colors.

So he lets it grow wild.

The basil climbs the wrong wall. The squash vines curl over the porch. The chimes still sing when the wind hits just right, a song no one ever wrote down.

And her gloves still hang on a bent nail by the shed. One turned inside out. He doesn’t fix it.

Somewhere beneath the soil are seeds she never named. He won’t dig for them. If they bloom, they bloom. If they don’t… he’ll wait with them.

Today, he sits. The Master Sword leans nearby, but he doesn’t reach for it.

The porch creaks under his weight. He watches the marigolds twitch in the breeze, reaching for hands that never come.

The villagers don’t ask anymore. He’s glad.

Because how do you explain a wound that grows flowers?

Even now, he hears her voice on the air—light, scolding, fond. “Don’t overwater the rosemary, Link. It hates being fussed over.”

He doesn’t answer.

Just lets the wind rustle the leaves. Lets the garden carry the silence.

And when a white lily opens—out of season, out of place—he doesn’t wonder how.

The garden remembers.

So he doesn’t have to.

[moldwood]

in the urinal making all the other boys jealous that their urethras are like a cheaply crafted ancient teapot that splashes piss everywhere whereas mine is like a finely crafted ancient teapot that will cause no splatter regardless of the height of the stream.

[zipsunz]

a second wave of grief

(he had been one of your closest confidants. how could you forget?)

[dyke-in-crisis]

I have noticed a pattern & I’m guilty of all of these