#hello im replaying this game again

[misarumis]

Ember: "Your wing makes the perfect umbrella! Thank you for keeping me dry when it rains." Arueshalae: "And if I fold my wing like this, it makes a little shelter."

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RRRAAAAAHHHHHHHHH FINALLYYYYYY

[riddlemearose]

okay you know what I'm mad enough about totk writing to go off about this too lmao.

While it's never been specifically stated (at least that I know of, pls someone somewhere correct me if I'm wrong) the Kingdom of Hyrule is largely implied to be a matriarchy.

There are no princes, the Kings all seem to be in some kind of regent position — that, granted, does treat them as kings, not as a lower noble standing in for one but still they're kinda... saving the throne for Zelda to come of age — and only the princesses possess the Triforce of Wisdom/Hylia's blood/etc etc insert-deus-ex-machina-here.

Sure, each game is largely about Link doing his usual "gotta go save the Princess so she can yeet Ganon or whoever back into a box", but in terms of actual structure, Princess Zelda is always treated as the future ruler, God-slayer, and overall personification of a goddess (which is not abnormal, given the whole 'Divine Right of Kings' that exist(s/ed) in monarchies and empires around the world).

So the narrative decisions in totk Astound Me. And not in a good way tbh.

The actual breakdown is below:

1. Zelda & Sonia's Time Magic

Let's all be real, this was shoe-horned in out of nowhere so the plot could have time travel elements, which the writers then never properly utilised or expanded on anyway.

In BOTW, Zelda's magic is wholly focused on light and divinity, given she bears the blood of the Goddess Hylia and in line with all the queens who have come before her, her destiny was to manifest said magic to seal Calamity Ganon away.

At no point did she ever possess time magic (but I can and will argue that Link is actually the one with time magic, but that's neither here nor there). There's a minor argument to be made that the most time-based magic Zelda has is being able to sustain herself and Ganon in stasis while Link slept his death off, but that's really it.

Yet in totk, all that divine sealing magic — and the importance of said magic — is gone, replaced with Recall which is just the plot device used to launch her who-knows-how-far back in time and little else.

Rauru, not Hylia, is the one who brought divine magic to the gene pool, and Sonia (who is the most interesting of the characters introduced in totk imo) has a less powerful version of Recall, which Zelda quickly overtakes proficiency in despite never being shown training.

Mmmkay then. Sure.

Interesting decision, Nintendo. Certainly one of the decisions of all time.

2. Queen Sonia herself

I already said it but to me, out of the entire new character line-up introduced in totk, Sonia is the most interesting one of the lot.

Both Rauru and Ganondorf were pretty flat and dull with a few basic character traits (kind for Rauru, evil for Ganondorf) to their names and little else.

To this day, I cannot tell you what Ganondorf's motivation is in totk, nor Rauru's. They were there bc the plot needed an evil king and a good king and that's that. Contrived plot is contrived.

Mineru... well plain and simple, I don't have any real thoughts about her, because she barely got any screen time and her 'Secret Stone' power was pretty mid.

But Sonia? She intrigued me.

BOTW had already established that all the women in Zelda's bloodline are descendants of Hylia and powerful mages with divine magic. I was so excited to see what she could do and what she would bring to the plot.

And she proceeded to bring one (1) scene of Zelda gushing over her boyfriend—I MEAN LOYAL KNIGHT, and then she was fridged.

*Bruh SFX*

All we know about her is that she was a priestess (to WHOM tho?? Hylia?? Rauru?? I have Thoughts if it's the latter lmao), she was highly intelligent, and she had time magic that wasn't as strong as Zelda's.

That's literally it.

You can't even argue that she existed for anyone's character growth because at the end of the day no one got any character growth anyway. Rauru barely had any actual character to begin with, and the writers straight up regressed Zelda's character from the complex, multi-faceted woman with the whole Kingdom on her shoulders she was in BOTW to a Mary Sue.

So, In All

There was so much that could be done with Sonia. The priestess angle would've been amazing, especially as both a descendant and priestess of Hylia. Swapping her and Rauru's magic around also would've been better because, once again, the women of the Royal family have all born the divine magic, and it would've made more sense given established lore.

But the biggest thing, to me, was quite simply that the writers should've given Sonia more scenes full stop.

Zelda's mother died when she was six and, while she had Urbosa who somewhat filled the role of mother-figure, a lot of BOTW's plot came from the sheer fact that, following the loss of her mother, neither Rhoam nor Zelda were able to understand what was needed for her to unlock her magic.

She needed compassion, empathy and most importantly a guiding hand, not unrelenting pressure from all sides at all times.

I love the BOTW memories, especially with the knowledge gleaned from Rhoam and Zelda's diaries. The pressure Zelda was under and the solitude she felt are such visceral parts of the plot, and while the game blames Rhoam for it, it also makes sure you understand where he's coming from too.

Because it's important you realise he is just a man who makes mistakes like everyone else. They're not small mistakes, and they certainly weren't good for anyone, but they are mistakes anyone can make.

And that emptiness is a space Sonia should have filled in totk. Finally Zelda has someone who's got the same magic as her and who's more experienced than her. She has someone who cares for her and wants to teach her how to harness her magic, and wants to see her flourish, no matter what happens.

If the totk Dragon Tears were about this relationship rather than the atrociously messy plot they were actually about, I definitely would've enjoyed the game more.

But we have canon instead

:/

Spoilers for totk—I know it’s over a year old now but…

Im still so fucking mad about Sonia. Nintendo really said “hey here’s a woman character who is shown to be strong but literally only exists to be motherly and get fridged so her husband can save the day and have something to fight for!”

like!!!!

She should have been the founder of Hyrule straight up!! UGH Sonia, sweetie, I’m so sorry those ugly ass writers should even give that storyline to you 😤😭

[milksuu]

Hello! What do you think about a scenario where Aphelios and reader meet in OSU or another game?

Like reader creates maps and uses songs that aphelios actually likes and so he ends up being the player that she always sees on her stat map charts with almost always being top 1. And one of them gets curious so they reach out on the app/netsite and they get to know each other?? Like kinda how they met and how their relationship would evolve over time. I'm not good with words but yeah!

❥ prompt: You were a revered OSU! map creator. He was a map farming legend. Especially your maps. He was always at the top of the stat charts. Praised or scrutinized, he was the daily hot topic in the /osu subforums. His username was the only thing you knew about him : m00ncake. You had no idea he would end up being Aphelios from the band Heartsteel. That's until he showed up at your job by accident, and you connecting the dots. Oh, did you forget to mention you worked at a maid café? ❥ content/warnings: fluffy fluff, mild hurt/comfort, minor angst (?) ❥ characters/pairings: Heartsteel!aphelios / f!reader

This was it. Your magnum opus! Once your song map hit the platform, thousands of players immediately clicked to dominate it. It wasn't going to be easy for them. You'd taken special care of making it more challenging than your previous maps....especially for one certain player.

m00ncake had a history of over-taking any map within the first try. After every song, there he was: placed at number one. With astronomical stats that would take days of practice for any top streamer to compete with. It's what made the whole scene that much more competitive.

But every gamer had their weakness. And you made this map specifically to exploit m00ncake. You had analyzed his replays. Over and over again. In the darkness of your room, till the desktop screen stung your eyes dry.

He was exceptionally good with rhythm, timing, and anything technical. If you could throw him off, even a little, you'd consider that a flawless victory. This time around you would delay the kick sliders, just by a fraction, before the uptick. The rhythm theoretically the same, but the minuscule margin of delay would throw any muscle memory built up from your previous maps alone.

You waited with baited breath. m00ncake played and finished your map. The stats were posted. Yet again, he proved to be the legend he was considered to be. Despite your best efforts. With the numbers alone, there was no way another player could possibly over-take him.

A few moments later, you received a direct message:

m00ncake: nice song. also fun map. can i ask a question?

You heart thumped inside your chest. Gulping, you allowed your fingers to type back:

mcreader: oh, thanks! and sure, go ahead. m00ncake: did you purposefully slow down the kick slider at certain parts? if you did, it was actually pretty challenging for me. i'm usually on auto-pilot so that kind of threw me off. haha

After that message, your friendship blossomed. Frequently messaging each other on the platform, to then adding each other on Discord. Whenever you posted a new map, m00ncake would call you, and have you listen to his insane key-board clicking sounds. The most intense ASMR one could experience, really.

It was always great to get feedback from him after he would finish. Being the professional OSU! player that he was, it was nice to get insight on possible map formations, songs, to just general technical suggestions. To no surprise, you both enjoyed the same style of music. It explained why his play history consisted of mostly your maps. Even your least popular ones.

But he never spoke. Not even a whisper. And you never pressed it. If he was just generally shy with speaking, you could understand. You didn't mind doing all of the talking, and him replying with short text, emojies or tts.

mcreader: i found a great song for a new map. but i have work now, so i'll probably do it later tonight. maybe post it if im not too sleepy. m00ncake: sounds good. i'm excited to play it when it comes out. i'm usually up at night so if you need some company, let me know. have a good day at work. ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

mcreader: will do! and tysm! have a good day too! ttyl! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

You pressed your phone to your lips. m00ncake was always so sweet, supportive, and always a treat to talk to (Well, text to). You just wished you knew his name. Or anything more about him, really. He was always very secretive. It made you wonder why.

When you made it to work, you dressed and fitted into your maid outfit along with the rest of the girls coming in for shift. You heard giggles and whispers, "Hey, did you see that guy that's at that one table? He looks just like Aphelios from Heartsteel!" Another girl wiggled excitedly, nodding her head. "Totally. But it's so hard to tell. He's got his mask on and has his hoodie up. No, there's no way it's not him. As a die-hard fan, I can tell!"

"That's enough, girls." The manager clapped her hands at attention. "Everyone already has their table assignments. And there will be no switching. Whether we have a special customer or not, we always provide excellence in our service. Understood?"

After learning your table assignments, you were ready for your shift. And looked like you were assigned the very table everyone seemed to want. Whines erupted around you. "How come she get's to serve Apehlios? I bet she doesn't even know who Heartsteel is." The mass of complaints silenced as the manager clapped her hands once more.

They were right. You weren't too knowledgeable on the up and coming band. But if they were right, then that made you all the more nervous. It wasn't everyday you served someone of musical prestige. You usually served single college guys, the occasional cute couple, or a group of high-school girls on a fun after school date.

"Welcome back, Master! It's an honor to serve you again today." You sang your rehearsed spiel at the customers table. 'Masters' were always treated as if they had come home from a long journey. "I'm glad you're back safely. You must be tired after being away from home so very long. Please, let me recharge you by taking your food and drink order."

What on earth? You almost broke character. You watched as the young man had his phone out, playing OSU! in the most casual way imaginable. He rolled his blood-moon eyes to acknowledge you, expression veiled. He placed his phone on the table, but his fingers continued to tap his screen while he scanned the heart-shaped menu.

D-Did he memorize the whole song!? The whole scene was out of this world. So distracted by this detail, you almost didn't realize he was trying to communicate. You looked down. He pointed and tapped a finger at his order. A lavender latte and dessert combo.

"Wonderful choice, Master. I'll let the fairy's know right away. Your dessert and drink will be out shortly."

You scurried away with the order. When you returned with a tray, you sought to investigate your customer a little more. It was customary to draw art on the latte foam. You smiled sweetly, drawing the shape of a rabbit. "I'm so happy you returned home, Master. I was so worried because it had been so long. Once I heard you were coming back, I couldn't help but be excited for today. The day when we would finally see each other again."

Honestly, you were just trying to ramble and waste time. He never bothered reacting to your whole gimmick. That gave you security to scan your eyes over his phone screen. Your breath hitched. His username...his username...his username...

m00ncake

You practically squirted the whole bottle of chocolate sauce on the table. Recovering with an innocent laugh, and wiped the table dry, and ran away to take cover in the employee's only section. You pulled out your phone and opened Discord:

mcreader: hey! super weird question, but um, what're you doing rn??????? m00ncake: ...me? just out and about. having something to eat. why ( ° - °) ??????? mcreader: i was just wondering, and im sorry if this is random but...is....is your name aphelios by chance?

After pressing send, you peeked around the corner. You watched as the young man tapped on his phone. After a pause, his eyes snapped wide. Panicked, he looked around the space. As if trying to find a proper response to your question.

It is you, you pressed your lips firmly together. You went back to his table and took his wrist, encouraging him to follow you. "Oh! Master, let me guide you to the restroom." You announced loudly, leading him away. You dragged him into the dressing room. Since next shift wasn't for a few more hours, no one would bother walking in.

"m00ncake, Aphelios--whoever you are. What're you doing here?" How embarrassing. If you ever decided to meet in person, you didn't want it to be like this. With you and your silly frilly outfit and cringey maid character (even though you did enjoy it). But this was way over the top than you imagined!

Aphelio's backed up slowly against a locker. He didn't say a word. Blinking wildly at your question. You pulled out your phone, revealing your Discord and OSU! conversations with him.

"You see this? That's you! And now I know that it's you...you're m00ncake...and Aphelio's from Heartsteel...and I-I'm..."

Why? Why? Why? Why couldn't he have been anyone else than a supposed famous idol star? Why couldn't he have been some normal guy with an obsession with online rhythm games? Someone weirdly normal, like you.

So why....why did you have to like someone so out of your league?

Girlish talk and laughter bounced outside the changing room door. Fearing the worst, you dragged you and Aphelio's into your clothing locker. You made shushing gestures to your lips, which was ironic, since you knew at this point he never said a word.

A couple of girls walked in, laughing to one another. "Wow, I can't believe I lost one of my hair ties. Thanks for letting me borrow yours." The other then replied, "No problem! I always keep spares in my bag. Hey, look. Whose headphones are these?"

In the frantic mess of your actions, Aphelio's lost his headphones. The pair continued to laugh and talk, wondering exactly where the headset even came from. You shifted your gaze upwards. And your heart squeezed horribly inside your chest.

Aphelio's had his eyes half-lided, almost closed. Breathing laboriously through his mask. He looked as if he was in pain. Flinching whenever one of the girls giggled too loudly, or the other raised their voice in excitement. In the condensed space, he had no room to move his arms and cover his ears.

Your eyes widened at the realization. This...this is all my fault. Carefully, you squeezed your arms up, cupping his ears in your hands. In this angle, your cheek condensed into his chest. You felt the erratic thumping of his heart. Slowly, it settled to a steady rhythm. The heaves of his chest dissipating to normal breaths.

When the girls finally left, you uncovered his ears, both slipping out of the locker. You picked up his headphones, adjusting them against his ears. You then fitted the hoodie over his head, wearing a sad smile, "I'm so sorry. About all that. About everything, really. Can...can you forget about today? And don't worry about paying for your meal. I'll cover it."

You didn't let him type or gesture a single word to you. Resuming character, you escorted him out of the maid café, with a take-home box in hand for his troubles.

Your shift dragged on. You didn't bother sending any messages to m00ncake. Or actually, Apehlios, you should say. And no messages came from him, either. Good...it's better this way. The two of you living in two separate worlds.

When end of shift came, the sky had darkened. With your dress bag slung over your shoulder, you left the café. When you stepped onto the sidewalk, someone familiar stood at the side.

"A-Aphelios, why did you..." before you finished, he messaged you on Discord. You opened the message:

m00ncake: i didn't want to forget about today. in fact, do you want to ride the train together?

You paused. A smile then formed across your lips. With a nod, you placed yourself at his side. In a comfortable silence, the two of you walked shoulder to shoulder. Your phone buzzed. Another ping:

m00ncake: i shouldn't probably say this but, i actually have a thing for girls in maid outfits. you can shove me in a locker and call me master anytime. (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

You blushed furiously, grabbing his arm and shaking it with a whine. Thinking maybe, just maybe, two totally different notes could be part of the same song.

an: omfg what a cute idea this was! honestly, im not versed in rhythm games, but i tried my best. maybe i went overboard too. thanks so much for the request @timetoeatthebread-blog!

[uncreative-cryptid]

cosmic horror in wuwa is very slept on and im going to talk about it more

because i still want to know who that woman was at the very beginning of the game was, and why we were thrown into the waters and why did we erase our memory, or does this just happen periodically as a result of our own hubris? or a result of us turning back time over, over, and over, and we're just trying to fix things? what is past-rover doing that we fucked up so bad we landed here and have no fucking clue what happened, who were are, and why we're even here????

the lament is also interesting, cause how do you stop that exactly? clearly whatever past-rover was doing didn't work, and in fact, seems to be making it even worse in current times (i.e. sonoros, illusive realm, how are we also just glossing over the fact a whole nation was trapped in a time bubble and anyone who entered lost significant amount of time outside the bubble???)

how are we, current rover, supposed to deal and fight the actions of past-rover, not fully understanding past-rover's motivations?

we believe past rover was driven to do these things to watch the lament, to study it, replaying it over and over in an attempt to understand what happened and how to prevent it from happening again.

but we don't know what lengths past rover was willing to go. and now we're starting to see, it seems like past rover wasn't below destroying dreams and memories if it meant that the mysteries of the lament could be solved. past rover wasn't below trapping frequencies to replay the tragic events over, and over, and over, to understand these events.

we are, essentially, dealing with what was a god and this god's willingness to do whatever it took to, seemingly, solve this problem. this is for the greater good, isn't it?

a god who creates, leaves their creations to keep going, and now these creations are gathering feelings and understandings and are actively affected by what is happening (shorekeeper, the ebony gatekeeper), but their god has abandoned them for ??? how long???

the retroactive rain is always there, you literally cannot stop it. can't trust anything in it.

tacet discords can be intelligent, and while the understanding of them is that in order to maintain form they were born starved and seek to feed on others in order to maintain themselves, but we genuinely have zero idea what their motives are beyond that. how can a tacet like the mourning aix exist, emotionally aware and not entirely lost to it's own need to maintain it's form? how has it maintained it's form this long? the dreamless too, is strange, for multitudes of reasons. is this what is the result of the threnodian not awakening, or is apart of the threnodian?

the threnodians themselves are fascinating, cause hello what the fuck it's HUGE .. and you mean the entire world depends on one twink ass mf getting their shit together to save it while actively trying to figre out their past self's actions and dealing with the repercussions of what they did and created all while dealing with some peppermint colored motherfucker chasing their skinny ass across the land and throw hands with something nearly over 400 times their size???

kuro i need you to get your shit together for the main story i need answers and more tacet discords to throw hands at and to know what the main story is trying to tell me im driving myself insane over here reading too much into the details kuro pleas

[an0ther1]

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Leah x OC

This is the start of something Im playing around with. Feedback is appreciated, or ideas/suggestions.

She took one last look in the mirror. It was just dinner with a friend, but being a public figure meant more eyes were usually on her than most. A pair of comfortable designer jeans she had gotten from a photo shoot and a maroon fitted jumper made it look like she wasn’t trying too hard without looking like she didn’t care at all.

She tousled her hair one more time before grabbing her phone and heading to the door to grab her black winter coat and purse. The restaurant was only a few blocks from her place so it wasn’t worth the bother to drive. She didn’t mind the walk either, some of the houses on her street always went all out with their light displays and holiday decorations. Tonight was the first chance she got to walk by and enjoy them.

She was around the corner from the restaurant when her phone went off with a text notification. Even before she pulled it out of her pocket she knew what it was going to be.

Lessi: So sorry Lee, can’t make it tonight. Can we reschedule for later this week?

“Really Russo.” Leah said under her breath as she continued walking. She should have known Alessia was going to cancel. United was in town, which meant Ella was in town, and Alessia always ditched plans with others to hang out with her best friend instead. At least the last time this happened she gave a few hours advance notice. Not 5 minutes before they were supposed to meet.

Lee: Yeah, that’s fine. Tell Tooney I said hello, and I would appreciate it if she could put a few in against Chelsea tomorrow.

Leah stepped into the restaurant and headed for the bar. If she was going to be dining solo, there was no need to get a table. At least at the bar top her back was to the other patrons and she could enjoy a meal in relative peace.

The restaurant wasn’t terribly busy, but there was only one open seat at the bar. Thankfully it was at the end so she would only be sitting next to one stranger instead of being sandwiched between two. Leah crossed her fingers that the guy she was about to sit next to didn’t try and hit on her all night.

“This seat taken?” She asked politely walking up behind the seat.

“Nope. You’re more than welcome to it. Let me scoot over and give you a bit more room.” The person replied in a very obvious American accent and a deep but distinctly feminine voice.

“Oh.” Leah was caught off guard by her incorrect assumption. “I appreciate that, thank you.” She told the person as she took off her coat and placed it on the back of the chair.

After she was settled, a waiter behind the bar walked up. “Ms. Williamson, pleasure to see you again.” They said as they handed her a menu. “Start you with a drink?”

“Thank you. Glass of chardonnay, please.”

“Sure thing.” They said and then headed back down the bar.

“Regular here, huh?” The person next to her asked as they took a sip of their drink without looking in her direction.

“Not really. Only been in a few times.” She replied quietly, not really wanting to drawn much attention to herself.

“Ah, then clearly they watch women's football. As they should.”

And clearly this person knew who she was too.

“Mmm, yeah, I guess.” Was all Leah said in response.

There was silence after that, the stranger going back to their drink. They had their phone propped up on the bar watching what Leah guessed was a replay of the U.S. game against China PR from the week prior.

Leah couldn’t help herself. “What do you think of the Emma Hayes move?”

The stranger turned and faced her for the first time and Leah was struck by piercing blue eyes. Their hair was light brown and cut in a more masculine style, buzzed on the sides with the top longer and brushed back and towards one side. They had a strong jawline, but the rest of their features were what Leah would describe as soft almost. The perfect balance of masculine and feminine. Definitely not Leah’s type, but she wasn’t blind, they were very attractive.

“I think we’ll finally start utilizing the talent we have properly and stop banging our head against a wall repeatedly doing the same thing when it obviously doesn’t work. And I’m not naive, things aren’t going to change overnight. We have a young group we’re still trying to get together on the same page, but maybe they’ll all start going in the same direction at least.” The stranger finished.

“So you weren’t a fan of Vlatko I’m guessing?”

“Absolutely not. He was boring, soft, his lineups and tactics were questionable at best. I didn’t like the hire from the get go and I think he was there too long.” The stranger took a sip of their drink. “I think the powers that be got a much needed reality check. We can’t accept mediocrity and still expect to win. The women’s game has changed. Other countries are finally starting to invest in their women’s programs and youth levels bit by bit, and they are coming for the US, Germany. Being a top 5 team in the world doesn’t mean your success is a guarantee like it might have in the past.”

The waiter walked over then with Leah’s wine. She gave him her order, not bothering to even open the menu, just ordering the same chicken dish had gotten the last time she was there.

“What do you think of the move? Has a bit of an impact on league and country. Her leaving one rival and going to another so to speak.” The stranger asked over her glass before taking another sip.

“Oh, umm. It is quite the shake up. I admit I’m curious who will fill her role at Chelsea. But I’m not sure I have much to say about her taking over the U.S. team. At least not at the moment.” Leah really wasn’t looking to get into any type of potential disagreement or the like with an American about their countries football team. Keeping neutral was best.

“Fair enough.” The stranger gave a slow head nod and turned back to the game on her phone.

Leah took a sip of her wine and watched the game over the strangers shoulder. They must of had a 6th sense because they moved their phone in between the two of them without a word.

“They’re definitely disjointed. Struggling to connect between the defense and the attackers. And they can’t seem to string more than 3 passes together before they lose it.” Leah let her thoughts roll out.

“Like I said, not on the same page. There are a lot of fresh faces, which I love. But they need more time together for sure. That would help with the fluidity issue. They still need to get used to Sonnett playing the 6. I think her energy in the middle still catches some of them off guard. The speed of Thompson is hard for some to keep up with and anticipate what she’s trying to do. There is just a lot of change.” The stranger replied without so much as a glance in Leah’s direction.

It was oddly comfortable talking to a stranger about football as if Leah wasn’t really a part of that world. This person wasn’t asking her about her injury recovery, wasn’t asking or saying anything that actually had to do with Leah in any way. It was a rather nice change from her usual encounters with strangers who knew who she was and what she did for a living.

They continued watching the game in relative silence, just throwing out random comments about a play or player sporadically until Leah’s order arrived.

The waiter placed the plate in front of Leah on the bar. “Anything else I can get ya?” He asked.

“No, I think I’m alright for the time being. Thank you.” Leah gave him a polite smile.

The waiter turned to the stranger. “Another round RJ?”

“Nah, I think I’m good Colin.” The stranger pulled out their wallet and laid a bill on the bar top. “You know the drill.”

Colin, the waiter, let out a hearty laugh. “Yeah, yeah. Keep the change. You keep tipping me like this I’m going to have to start buying your rounds.” He waved the bill at her. A £50 note.

“I might let you do that. Once. But we’ll see.” The stranger, or well, RJ as the waiter had called them, got up from their chair and began putting on a camel hair coat that had been laying over the chair.

As they buttoned up their coat, Leah could help but notice how tall they were. The waiter looked to be about 6 foot, and RJ didn’t seem too far off in comparison.

“Ms. Williamson,” RJ broke Leah out of her mental calculation on their height. “It was very nice to meet you. Maybe we’ll see each other around sometime.”

“Oh, yes. It was nice to meet you as well, umm RJ?” Leah questioned. Not sure if she was to call them that or not.

“Enjoy your meal.” RJ bowed their head slightly, turned and walked away.

“RJ’s an interesting one.” The waiter said as they picked up the empty glass and wiped down the surface where RJ had been seated.

“How’d ya mean?”

“They have a drink or two, and then always hand over a £50 note. Won’t accept change even though the tab is usually less than £20.” He shook his head.

“Are they a regular?” Leah asked.

“Not sure if I would call them a regular just yet. They only moved from America about a month and a half ago, they said. Some digital job of some sort.” He shrugged. “Just holler if you need anything else.” He turned and headed back down the bar.

[crazylittlejester]

JES!! im back... with a new warriors headcanon idea of course!!

okay so i'm unsure if i've seen people do this but i've been rewatching the hyrule warriors definitive edition cutscenes on youtube and at the point where link is using the sword at the temple of souls, cia confronts him and he gets cornered by her, link never backs down and therefore gets hit by her dark magic straight in the heart i believe in order to extract the hate he possesses and obviously turn that into dark link (floor man)

BUT heres where my idea comes in hand.... what if that resulted in warriors having issues with his heart (or chest in general) and it just gradually becomes something he has to deal with all through the rest of the war and into LU??? it wouldn't be like MAJOR DAMAGE, kind of like just an unstoppable ache or pain that occurs now and again which tends to mess him up and render him weak until the discomfort settles kind of thing?? im still thinking about that part

also i bet the impact from that attack DEFINITELY left a giant scar or bruise or whatever......

i just came up with this headcanon idea so i thought i'd share it because im currently very invested in it and i need to tell people somehow ahdfdghbhbgfvdhbj

HI HELLO!!!!

I haven’t played Hyrule Warriors DE in a hot minute (its on my list of games to replay this summer tho >:3 ) and I don’t remember that cutscene but that headcanon is super cool and I like it a lot!! And you’re so right an attack like that would definitely scar if he didn’t have access to enough healing materials or something

I’m invested in this too, it’s really cool >:)

[powderseas]

side order is here!!! its real!!! yippee

what do you think of it so far?

ok so im just gonna spit out all my side order thoughts so far

SPOILERS FOR SIDE ORDER AHEAD!!!!!!

EDIT: I ACTUALLY FINISHED THE GAME WOOO (just one run tho lol) im gonna write my thoughts under the previous stuff

OK SO. i think im a little..? dissapointed..? abt sider order?? like im kinda conflicted abt the lore, also i suck BALLS at the game

the thing is i have done 5 runs so far AND COULDNT GET A SINGLE WIN. the most i can do is up to floor 20.... im literally so bad at this game I ONCE DIED 2 TIMES IN AN EASY LEVEL. im newgen guys.

maybe im not fit for rougelike games but like... idk. i feel like me and the fandom as a whole expected so much more from side order. i feel like if the game is gonna make you replay the same stuff over and over again it should atleast have a SOUL CRUSHING LITERARY MASTERPIECE TYPE OF LORE like OE and Alterna

AND CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW DIRTY THEY DID FOUR???? literally called them an irrelavent loser and then sweeped them aside... THEY DONT EVEN HAVE A PALETTE ICON???? theyre not even a secret boss smh.... agent 4 had so much potential I WILL NEVER FORGIVE NINTENDO FOR THIS. and like sure the parallel canon level kind of includes four but that thing is literally an npc??? like imagine what they couldve done with the story if they had included four in it:

when four is left out from the squidbeak splatoon they try to prove themselves by siding with marina with her project. it makes perfect sense. marina and four are both scared of being seperated by their loved ones. but four gets consumed by their anger and jealousy and goes full order mode LIKE DO YOU GUYS SEE MY VISION!!!! i will be forever mad that we didnt get this.

also why is murch out of all the chracters have a pallete??? why didnt they put in captain 3 or something????? sheldon i kinda understand since hes also kinda a part of the squidbeak splatoon BUT MURCH??? get the fuck out!!!

negative stuff aside tho. i love pearl and marina so much. THIS IS THE PEARLINA GAME GUYS!!!!! pearl literally mentions that marina and her sleep in the SAME BED???? marina is so autistic. my little autism creature. SHE MAKES DINO ARMS IN THE ENDING SCENE AUGHHHHHGHHH MY HEARTTT i love marina so much AND PEARL. SUCH A SILLY GOOBER. acht is so precious too... BUT I CNAT BELIEVE THAT THEY MADE THEM WHITE*??? ACHT IS NOT WHITE NINTENDO. anyways i love eight and her little found family full of lesbians. they are all lesbians your honor. we are raising lesbians in this house.

so yeah. i hope i can finish the run atleast ONCE. but like. idk i havent finished the game but side order jsut makes me feel. sad... and lonely...?? unlike octo expension where you could see more and more people using the metros and the chatrooms between marina and pearl are just AUUGGHHH OE IS A GAME. ABOUT CONNECTIONS OK. it makes me feel warm and happy and even though eight became traumatized i like to think that she healed and in the process met so many important people in her life.

in side order i dont see anything in eight*??? is she traumatized??? is she vibing??? is she happy to help??? I LITERALLY CANT TELL. side order makes me feel so cold and empty like do you guys understand what i mean. and its probably becasue it doesnt even take place in the real world. and the thing is. i understand that side order is supposed to be everything that OE couldnt be. i understand that. both games have their own quirks BUT. i just cant seem to make myself love it unlike any other story mode in splatoon...... im really trying to be not biased here but yeah. these are my opinions for side order

AFTER GAME THOUGHTS

HELLO. so yes i somehow managed to win the game. and honestly. the final boss was pretty fun and everyone was so cute at the end omg... but i still think that side order is a bit underdevloped.... i dont even know if ill try to %100 is cuz playing it makes me SO STRESSFUL im glad i get to finish a run BUT i will definetly not be touching side order atleast for a while.... but despite i had plenty of stuff i didnt like in side order the ending managed to make me forget all that haha

[g0ttal0ve101]

L.v.M

[a/n]: LINDSEY IM COMING 4 U 🤬( @sh1mmer-add1ct ) tw: self harm

The initial impact didn’t feel like anything — it was probably the shock of it actually happening that muffled the pain from flashing across his face. He toppled backwards instantaneously, losing his footing from the sheer amount of force built up in that punch. When he finally hit the floor, landing on his hands and knees, he saw the droplets of blood already beginning to fall from his nostrils.

“Albert, what the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

His eyes lifted from the ground upon hearing his brother’s name being spoken in that specific tone. Telling by the anger that flashed in Al’s eyes, he knew his father’s scolding would only make it worse.

“Are you trying to embarrass me or what? Beating on your own little brother?” Their father grabbed Al’s arm with a harsh pull, yanking him closer to gain his full attention. “What the fuck did I tell you about hitting him?!”

Next was their mother’s shrill voice piping into the conversation. “Henry, don’t! They’re just roughhousing, they’re boys, they’re going to—!”

Their father backhanded Al across the face. It wasn’t bad enough to make him bleed, but it’d definitely leave a bruise the next morning. It usually did, anyway. One turned into another, and eventually he was back beating the shit out of him again. Carl hated to see it. Even if it was supposedly in his defense, he knew their father really just wanted a reason to hurt him again.

Al didn’t react to any of it. Even after being hit so many times that he found himself cornered against the wall, he didn’t shred a tear. That’s how Al always was, he supposed. But God, he wondered how he could put up with it.

“Henry, stop! Stop!” Their mother sobbed, finally gaining the courage to separate them. Her comforting gaze and arms were dedicated to Al and Al only, as she protected him from the wrath of their father once again. “He’s sorry! I’m sure he’s sorry! Carl was just getting on his nerves, that’s all!”

The puddle of his blood continued to grow in size. Looking at it made him feel nauseous.

“Were you messing with him, Carl?” Their father asked sternly.

There was only one right answer to this question. If he answered incorrectly, then all of this would stretch out for much too long. So, to clear up their worries and prevent Al from being hurt anymore, Carl put on a brave front and responded.

“Yeah. It’s my bad.”

Silence followed. Carl watched as their mother consoled Al, hugging him and cradling him like a baby. He couldn’t remember the last time she ever did that for him. Only Al.

“What did we tell you about pushing your brother’s buttons like that? You know he’s…”

“Don’t say anything else! He’s right here!”

Their father turned to them with a look of disgust embedded into his eyes. “He’s deranged, Shanon! Something’s wrong with him! Look at all the rest of our boys, I mean, they’re normal!”

Normal.

Nothing was wrong with him. He was the “normal” kid of the family, the promising one, the one that had a head on his shoulders and didn’t act out even slightly. Carl was the “normal” one. With cuts under his sleeves getting deeper and deeper with every inch, he was the one who was supposed to make it.

He hated how rigged the game was.

“Uh, hello? Earth to Carl?”

Snapping out of his distant memory replaying in his mind from last night, Carl sprung up with wide eyes. “Huh? What?”

Sitting beside him with a pretty smile was none other than his girlfriend, Lindsey, waiting for his conscious’s arrival. She rolled her eyes and nudged him a little, regaining the entirety of his attention in mere seconds. “Are you gonna rub my back or not?”

That’s what he was supposed to do. Lindsey called him over earlier so he could help her around the house (AKA clean her room for her so Thomas didn’t beat her ass on behalf of their dad) and now he was stuck on massaging duty. They sat on her frilly mattress with various shades of pinks and whites, neatly decorated by Carl’s expertise. It was softer than his bed. Bouncier, too.

“So, what’s up?” Flicking his nose clotted up with blood, she successfully made him tear up. It was still sore from last night, bruised with shades of light purples and dark reds. Upon seeing him reel back, she laughed a little and tilted her head. “Your nose wasn’t like this yesterday, huh? Or was it?”

Carl rubbed her back with precision, assuring he hit every spot she liked. His cold hands stole her body heat. In a way, he thought it felt good to be able to touch her without any snarky remarks or complaining. Usually by now she was bitching about how cold he was and tell him to fuck off.

“Nah, it happened last night. Al knocked the shit outta me.”

“Not your dad this time? Surprising,” Lindsey hummed sarcastically. “I was thinking you forgot to wipe a grave extra good or something.”

Carl laughed softly, but his eyes told an entirely different story. “Yeah…”

“So, why’d he hit you? I mean, he slugged you this time…you’re really, like, bruised up.”

There wasn’t really an answer for that one. Remaining silent, Carl continued his task and lowered his head shamefully. It was embarrassing to reveal he was being beaten up by his mentally ill brother. Juvenile stuff, really.

“No reason, huh?” Lindsey followed up her previous statement, surprisingly staying on topic despite seeming bored.

“I mean, I dunno why he did it. He kind of just…does.”

“What, is he crazy or something? What the hell is wrong with him?”

“I don’t know, man. He kinda just…has always been that way, I guess. He used to beat on my little brother too, but ever since he’s been gone, he’s been on my ass instead. I don’t know. I mean, I wish I did, but…”

“Go higher.”

Carl did as asked of him with a weary smile. She groaned in delight and rocked her head back, evidently focusing more on the massage than the actual conversation at hand. Carl was used to it by now.

“My brother beats my ass too, y’know. Whenever I don’t clean my room or when I have friends over, he always acts like it’s his business. Siblings are the worst. Seriously. He’s walked in on me at least six times with—...” Lindsey suddenly dropped the subject and rewrote her words in a prettier way for Carl’s ears. “I hate him so much. Dad always babies him because he’s the oldest, so he literally gets away with everything, you know?”

“It’s like that with Al, too–!”

“Right. But does Al beat your ass for having a girl over or something? Like, that’s what Thomas does to me. It’s sooo irritating. Like, I’m grown. I can have whoever the hell I want come over.”

Al would beat his ass over nothing at all. Nevertheless, Carl kept his mouth shut and let her keep going. She complained about Thomas every now and then, but it was still good for her to get it off her chest so she wouldn’t feel so upset about it. At least, that’s how Carl saw it – he’d always listen despite never being heard. In a way, it kind of hurt knowing that she was just like his mom and dad, but in another, he couldn’t blame her. It was hard to respond to a story about your boyfriend getting his ass beat by his older brother. What else was she supposed to do? Maybe not switch the topic and make it all about herself, but everyone had their own ways of dealing with things. He figured she was trying to relate to him somehow, to make him feel better and less alone in the predicament he was in.

But in reality, it made it hurt worse.

“And then this other time, he beat my ass because I broke his stupid guitar. All I wanted to do was show Jeremiah how cool it was and he dropped it and it just broke! It’s not even a big deal, I mean, dad bought him a new one literally the same night.”

“Yeah…”

“Oh, and then he beat my ass another time because I told dad that he sucked off Blake Giles. That was funny.”

“Did he?”

“Duh. He’s a total fag.”

“Haha…”

“And his girlfriend’s a total freak, too. This one time, he found cameras in his shower. Can you believe that? Let me tell you, if you ever pulled something like that, I’d get a restraining order.”

“Haha, yeah, that’s sort of crazy…”

“She’s a nut job. Not to mention she thinks she’s a boy or whatever now. Cut her hair off and chopped her tits, it’s crazy. And Thomas still puts up with it…all I know is that pussy gotta be good.”

And the subject was completely lost from there. Carl sat and listened as he always did, wondering in the back of his mind if there would be a way where he could bring back up his own struggles without sounding annoying. He was getting desperate to talk about it. He knew if he just kept bottling all of it up, there was a chance he’d go home and blow his head off with the gun his dad hid in the closet.

An hour went by. Lindsey was sprawled out across her bed, kicking her feet cheerfully and playing with her phone. She hadn’t said anything for twenty minutes at least, considering they just finished up the conversation about all the recent drama in school. Carl sat at the end of her bed with hardly any room, staring at the floorboards for what felt like forever. His feet dangled from the side of the bed as he thought of that same scenario again — Albert punching him straight in the face and his parents catering to him. He relived it over and over again until the thoughts became too heavy. And finally, he was able to muster up the words he wanted to in the beginning.

“Lindsey, what do you do whenever you want to disappear?”

She didn’t answer at first, finishing a text to one of her many friends. Carl’s eyes remained on the same floorboards as before, much too afraid to interlock their eyes after asking such a sad thing. He hated how pathetic it was.

Lindsey sat up with a deep sigh, stretching her arms out as far as they could go. “Disappear, huh? I haven’t felt that way in a long time.”

Upon hearing that statement, Carl’s head perked up. “You’ve felt that way before?”

“Everybody has, dummy.” Her voice grew somewhat hostile as she checked her nails for any imperfections, seemingly unbothered by the initial question. “I outgrew it a long time ago. But I guess some people linger on it more than others, huh?”

It hurt worse than Albert’s punch. Staring at her with saddened eyes, Carl subconsciously lowered his head in shame. Lindsey saw no difference as she crawled next to him, placing her hand on his shoulder with a sly grin.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. You’ll get over it soon. All you gotta do is grow a pair and fix this stupid hair, haha!”

She nudged him playfully before digging her nails into his scalp, pulling at his curls harder than usual. He made sure not to react, staring at her with those same pitiful eyes.

“You’d look so much sexier with it straightened. Yeah, straightened and slicked back…so I can actually see your face!”

She pushed his hair back from off his forehead, allowing all his facial features to be exposed. Upon seeing it up close, she smiled a little more and ran her index finger down his lips.

“Stop being such a crybaby, okay?”

Carl smiled weakly, scratching at his forearms in an attempt to make himself feel better. The lump in his throat hurt to swallow against.

“Okay.”

/—/—/—/—/—/—\—\—\—\—\—\

Her hands were rough like his, her fingernails brittle and stained with oil from all her hard work during the day. He analyzed every finger’s features one-by-one, trying his best to memorize everything he could. Every crease, every bruise, every scab, he wanted to keep it fresh in his mind for all eternity.

Her pretty giggle snapped him out of his daze as quickly as he fell into it. He blushed heavily and, without a word, went back to disinfecting her newest wound across her knuckles.

“Baby, you don’t need to do all of this…I can always just do it myself.”

Carl’s eyes met hers through the bridge of his nose. They were prettier than he’d ever seen them before — or maybe that was just because of how much he was doting on her at the moment.

“Whenever I let you do it yourself, you always seem to forget somehow.”

Twirling her hair between her fingers, Mia shrugged with a playful click to her tongue. “I just have bad memory, mi amor. Honest.”

“Mhm,” Carl sarcastically hummed before redirecting his attention onto the gash again.

Her eyes remained on his focused face, smiling to herself softly upon seeing it. “How was your day, hm? You sound tired.”

A minuscule detail embedded in the tone of his voice was overlooked for the most part. It was hard to get used to somebody listening so intently to every syllable coming from his mouth.

Blushing just a little harder, he took the bloodstained swab away from her gash and tossed it to the side. She watched as he pulled out a roll of bandages from his nightstand with a deep sigh.

“It was okay, I guess.”

“I don’t need to track anyone down?”

Carl hummed playfully. “Nope, we’re good.”

“Good. So, what’s up with that face?”

“Huh?”

“What’re you sad about?”

It was so easy for her. Carl swallowed hard and took a while to rack up an answer suitable for her, knowing she’d keep pushing it until she knew the truth. She was always like that, for better or for worse. Sometimes Carl wished she’d let things fly under the radar, but alas, it never happened.

Delicately wrapping the bandage over her knuckles, Carl precisely lined the fabric with the wounds. Her eyes never left him. Those pretty, warm eyes set out only for him.

“I don’t know. Nothing happened, I mean…”

“Just feeling sad?”

For some reason, he wanted to cry hearing her speak to him like that. She was so gentle with him for no reason other than being in love. He knew she didn’t purposely use the tone to ease him into giving in, her voice box simply worked for him instinctively — just like her eyes and ears.

Carl tied the bandage tight enough for it to be comfortable but effective. She opened and shut her hands a few times to prove its efficiency before pulling her legs into her chest, moving over some for him to get in bed with her. He obliged to her silent offer.

“You’re real good at this, mi vida. They never come off unless I yank on ‘em.”

“If you bleed through them, I have more.”

“Nah, I’ll be fine. They’re tiny scrapes this time, really.”

They didn’t look like scrapes to him, but then again, their pain tolerance ranged pretty far apart. He frowned a little and inched closer to her, scooping her hands into his own again. She hummed in delight.

“Where’d you get them from? Did you get into a fight again?”

“And if I did?”

Carl huffed and furrowed his eyebrows. “I wouldn’t be happy, Mia. You need to stay out of trouble.”

Mia pulled one of her hands away from his grasp to pinch his freckled cheek. “And you need to be happier, Carl.”

Silence. Mia cupped his face into her palm and gently pulled him forward, eager for him to come closer. He didn’t struggle against it, that same sad glint decorating his eyes.

“Are you sure nothing happened today?”

Her fingers clenched against his jaw a little tighter. He blushed and looked away sheepishly.

“I’ve been thinking…have you ever wanted to disappear?”

It was the same question as before. He vividly remembered the last time he asked it and how Lindsey responded to him. That same day, he swore never to bring it up again and yet, there he was.

Mia’s smile was unmoved. Carl fidgeted with his sleeves.

“All the time.”

“…Really?”

“Yep. And you know what I think about next?”

Carl waited for her next line. She simply looked at him, visibly eager for him to continue the passage of conversation. When he realized she was relying on him to comply with the question, he hurried to think of the right answer.

“What?”

Her freshly bandaged hand rested on his pec as she leaned close to his face, their lips inches away from touching. His eyes widened ever so slightly.

“You.”

She kissed him softly and stroked his hair back, embracing him with that same intoxicating warmth as she always did. Her hands rode up his back as she practically pulled him into her lap, cradling him gently. He accepted his fate the moment he felt her inescapable grasp, resting his head on her shoulder and letting himself slip into fantasy land where everything would be okay. Because in her arms, he knew everything would be okay. She’d assured him that a long time ago.

They sat like that for a while, with Mia pampering him like royalty and Carl slipping away into a state of bliss, before she eventually grounded him into reality again. She pulled away from their embrace and grasped his arm, raising it slightly for the both of them to see in plain sight. Carl tried to detach his eyes from the scene, knowing what laid underneath the sleeves she slowly slid down.

“Mia…”

She raised his wrist to her lips, kissing the scars he tried so hard to forget about. He watched her silently. Tears built up in the corners of his eyes.

“Never disappear, okay? I want you to stay with me forever.”

Carl nodded, his eyes tracing over all the gnarly scars he’d left on his arm over the years. Before he could get too absorbed into the sight, she snapped him out of it.

“I love you, Carl. Always remember that.”

Carl’s eyes finally met hers again. “I love you, too.”

. . .

“Take off your pants, baby.”

Without hesitation, Carl reached for his waistband and began lowering them. Almost immediately, Mia busted into laughter, shaking him around like a ragdoll.

“Dude, I was kidding! Not the time!”

Laughing and wiping his tears, Carl sniffled softly. “Anytime’s the time with you, Mia…”

[dogboyratgirl]

INRTO POST!?!???

HELLO CHAT!! i am mouse, or william, or rat, or just like. whatever you know me as!! i have a lot of names!! feel free to stick with one or go all over the place im chill with anything. some. some may even call me ratmouse.......

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[rivalsforlife]

hello!!! sorry for the long text (and for possible mistakes in this) in advance!!

in december last year i stumbled upon your fic "the catch up game". i decided to read it and honestly that was the best decision of my LIFE. that is the best fanfic ive ever read. this changed my life actually. i remember being impressed at how amazing the characterization was and how everything felt so canon. i was awake until 4 am reading because i couldnt sleep without knowing what would happen next. i started to cry while reading, not because of sadness, but because EVERYTHING was SO GOOD that i wasnt able to express my emotions properly and all i was able to do was CRY.

recently, after months have passed, i've decided to read your fanfic again, and everything was even better than before. i felt all the emotions again, and i was awake until late to read again, and i cried because it was great AGAIN. after i finished reading, i decided to read your other works and EVERYTHING is so well written!!!!

i should say that i LOVE the way you interpret narumitsu as a ship but more importantly as individual characters. i love the way you interpret the other ace attorney characters as well, they all feel so,,, alive? idk how i should put this (im horrible with words, sorry sgdugshs).

all i wanted to do telling you all this is: thank you. thank you for sharing your writing with us. know that when you write again (if you want to, of course!) i will be there to support you!!! i deeply admire your work and you deserve ALL the kudos.

well. i think thats it. i hope you have a good day/night <3 <3 <3!!

🥺 this is such a sweet ask, thanks so much for reaching out!! I'm so glad to hear that my writing had such a strong effect on you and that you enjoyed my works!

ace attorney is always so much fun to write because they're all fantastic characters on their own, but the games have all these great relationships between the characters and such a strong emphasis on platonic relationships as well (which might not be the thing to bring up while talking about a narumitsu fic, but it's always something I want to pay special attention to). Especially with the catch-up game which I intended to be more of a Phoenix characterization study/exercise I wanted to pay at least a little bit of attention to all of his important relationships!

I remember hearing writing advice once that you should have a general idea of what every character in a scene has going on in their own life, like where they came from before this scene, what they're doing after, what's the pressing issues on their mind, etc, so it doesn't feel so much like "and Maya stands off screen until she comes back in to talk about Phoenix and Edgeworth's relationship". So I'm always super happy to hear when people notice things like that because it means I'm doing it at least a little bit correctly!!

Anyways all that is to say that I really appreciate this ask and it definitely brightened my day. I know I haven't posted anything in a while (school + unemployment hell year + more school and now work??? have done a number on me). I have been writing, but I always want to wait until things are done before I post, and I think I've officially hit the year and a half mark on this project as of today, but I have no idea how much longer I'll be able to stand it before I decide it's too much work to wrangle this thing into something I like - and it's not ace attorney anyways and writing characters for the first time and figuring out how they sound is always a bit terrifying. (There's like 2/3 longfics that are the first things I wrote for ace attorney that I've abandoned.)

Maybe replaying aai2 when the official version comes out will motivate me to write more AA, because I do have one good narumitsu idea in my head that I hope I'll be able to write? But either way I'm glad that even my work from four years ago (!!!) is still having an effect on people. Catch-Up Game is still my favorite thing that I've written and I'm always happy to hear people liked it!!

This got more rambly than I intended sorry about that. Thanks again for the very sweet ask. I hope you have a good day/night as well!!

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Hello hello!!!

Soooo.... im playing Skyward Sword and there's so much to talk about, but two things are taking over my brain and would love your thoughts on them.

1) In a lot of LU fics we see the majority of the Chain disliking Hylia due to the fact the she uses and traumatized the heroes to do her work and Sky normaly protests that she didn't out of hate or not caring for them. Sun clearly tells him that she used him, but was sorry. Do you think Sky just accepted it because the world (and Sun) needed saving, or it was blind love for her and he was willing to go through anything for her?

2) This one... this one had me pausing the game multiple times (like right now...) Why is no one talking about how Sky has the full Triforce?? Gods/Goddesses/Deities+ can't hold the Triforce, meaning Sun couldn't due to her being Hylia and that left Sky to carry it alone, yet Hyrule is the only one talked about having the full Triforce.

Thoughts??

There's always a ton to talk about with Skyward Sword! :D

I won't get into the whole "the Chain hates Hylia" thing as I've touched on it before, but specifically for Sky, I think for sure there are mixed and complicated feelings. I think at the end of the day Sky is the kind of person who forgave his bully despite years of being harrassed - he would absolutely forgive Sun/Hylia, especially since Sun herself didn't even remember. I think seeing everything that Demise was capable of, and potentially seeing the damage and destruction he'd caused in the past, Sky would understand why he had to do this and why Hylia did what she did. Wouldn't make it any less uncomfortable of a feeling, though - does Sun actually love him, or was that ingrained in her as Hylia? Does he even mean anything to her? Could there have been another way? I think at the end of the day he'd reconcile himself with it, he'd learn to trust Sun again (he was clearly still trying to save his best friend in the game despite what he'd learned - I'm sure the actual meaning of it was just displaced to the back of his head and didn't quite sink in until after), but it sure is complicated. He'd have way more right than any of others to be upset about it, though.

I think Hylia became a mortal for the sole purpose of wielding the Triforce herself so Sky wouldn't even need to. I think Sky was the backup plan, honestly, but I have to replay the game to be sure. But yeah, he was destined to wield the Triforce if Sun couldn't do it in time, if she had to instead maintain the seal while he got the item himself. I'm assuming the reason people don't make a bigger deal about it is because Sky utilized the Triforce and then it kind of just chills in his realm, out in the open; he doesn't necessarily have it anymore. I don't know about Hyrule's games, except that he had to collect the Triforce as well to awaken the princess, but I'm assuming people make a huge fuss over it because he still has it, whereas Sky's Triforce is just chilling at the temple? Because I think Legend used the Triforce as well in A Link to the Past, and Warriors definitely used the Triforce (though he needed all three separate wielders to do it, he couldn't do it alone). And Wind had to rebuild the Triforce, right? Or at least the Courage piece? Not all of the boys have wielded the entire Triforce (it might just be Sky, Legend, and Hyrule), but I think Hyrule is the one who might still have it? What is interesting is how Sky had to forge his soul in the silent realms just as much as he had to forge the Master Sword in the goddess flames, and in doing so he was basically molded into the perfect person to wield the Triforce. That's really freaking cool. Sky and Fi have more in common than people note.

[crescencestudio]

after i noticed the enchanted demo release i did a whole ass lap around the house and when i tell you im so close to biting my table every time the scenes change... THE ATMOSPHERE?? THE ART??? THE ENTIRE THINGYS?!?! i wanna bundle this all up and like,. absorb it, eat it even. I played through it straight, no pause no nothin'. im REPLAYING IT even and trying not to run laps around the rooms here. my brain chemistry has been altered. i saw the divine. i am not the same person i was like 2 hours ago. the love, the skill, the gui, the art, the writing the all of it, it's amazing, divine even. like, i want this painted on my ceiling. like im not joking i want this entire game painted on my ceiling.. i remember playing the very first demo and being FLOORED bc hello??? banger plot banger characters whats not to love (the #gayforkayn from like 2 years ago has a whole section in my heart LMAO). and now the enchanted demo is release, and im still so in love no even more in love with the game. seeing the work being done on alaris has been the one of the highlights throughout the time ive been around, and im so happy for you! so a big congrats to this milestone and all the work that has been done to get here! im writing this in a like half awake moment so dunno how much makes sense and also im sorry if this got long i swear it wasnt like this when i started. i be remembering and writing but the enchanted demo gives me the best shakes someone could get. but seriously, i can feel the love that went into this. my heart and soul are happy, and once again a massive congrats to this milestone and every bit of work done to reach it. the entire demo has so much love poured into it and every little piece of the game just makes me get those good shakes in my heart (if that makes sense). (I also did not mean for this to get a little bit long but, im just so proud and happy for you)

KARMA U R ONE OF THE OGS….. i literally remember u still from like the two years that have passed since the first demo. IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY TO KNOW U LIKE THIS VERSION TOO!!!!

revamping everything has honestly been a crazy and Extremely Tiring experience. i never would’ve imagined two years ago i would’ve been able to replace everything i have. the different vfx (snowblossom my beloved), text effects, assets, and just everything took up so much time to replace. a lot of times i wondered if it was even worth it since the changes felt small. but i rly do feel like seeing the end product now, it feels so different from the og and in a way the demo is a reminder of how far i’ve come on my dev journey compared to the og release 😭

so thankful as always for the ppl (new and old) who have watched over alaris’s development. it means a lot to know the ppl who have played the new demo can see how much work has been put into it and like it 💖 i sometimes get self conscious comparing alaris to intertwine since a lot of new ppl came here bc of intertwine. but its def moments like this that remind me how special alaris is to me just by virtue of it being my OG project. like this is literally my child

SO GLAD U LIKE IT KARMA (and whoever else plays!!) IT FEELS SO CRAZY TO HAVE BEEN ON THIS JOURNEY W U FOR SO LONG!!!’

[fictionfixations]

marius: dont worry ill catch you! me: jumps into his arms i think it was about to switch to a different thing cause it went white and then it suddenly kicked me out LMFAOO like sorry marius you didnt catch me 😭 i was suddenly kicked from existence 👍

sorry i havent really been making posts about this game, ive been playing it on and off, especially cause at one point my cards were too weak 💀 for like the trial bit at the end of the last episode which is a bit infuriating to keep replaying cause i couldnt skip but i mean nothing new, the game crashes during trial bits all the time and im just sat here like okay wtf was the answer again i know i just answered it a few minutes ago but i already forgot. what were we talking about even????

i feel like ive started growing indifferent to it and just moving on when it happens. thats a good thing cause usually it just frustrates me and sometimes i have to take a break (which leads to procrastinating from the game for months LMFAO)

honestly i think i only really got super frustrated about that was cause id get super immersed in the story then i suddenly get kicked out like hah you want to learn more? RE OPEN THE GAME 💀💀💀

also feels bad man. and i know its kinda like do you respect the victim's wishes or do you like out a person as guilty when the victim forgives them and stuff

but also fuck no they still did a crime i have no sympathy for them. that might be because so far i havent seen like a legitimate reason from them that makes me want to give them a pass. like yes they have reasons but is that valid enough (in my eyes) for me to not put them under the scrutiny of the law and serve time? no

okay guys we're back in the good timeline where we're saved. CRAZY that the house was set on fire though LMFAOOO mans recreating how his family died to an innocent couple (well we're not a couple but we pretended we were) like bruh what. like im sure you justified to yourself killing like vans(? was that his name? this is what happens when i dont play in awhile i just forget names like who) but HELLO???

guess he was sus of us but jeez louise.

HUH

WHAT

EWWWW

like sorry i know youre probably not being a creeper

but you are acting like a creeper dont watch people from the windows thats like my number one fear man 😭that theres just gonna be a person outside the window and i dont notice i just see a face and its scary as fuck

mans is paranoid. like i mean he was right to be worried about us but like for all he knew we were just a couple looking to buy a house like bruh and you were just watching. what if we got freaky 💀. i mean probably not we were in a former crime scene and marius pretended he was a little scared of it but like dude chillll. like i mean you were in the right i guess cause we WERE investigating but man.

do i want to know how you know my shoe size (okay well i dont have a screenshot of that dialogue exactly whoops my bad)

oh god this is scary theres like 3 more levels before we get to the trial. i did not realize we were already there but i mean we did get proof already

scared to know what episode 5 is about. why does it have 3 parts.

actually looking at the rest of the future story is kinda scary like 1. thats a lot. 2. whats gonna happen D: i think i like it better when you dont know how much story is left (unless you keep up with like updates or like search it up yourself)

screenshots of stuff thats like | this a ways (i dont know the difference between horizontal and vertical if im being honest) is always a little weird cause they take up so much room (on the post) which i have to keep getting used to. like it looks normal on a phone but like viewing it on like a - screen feels a little weird

[vespers-pokeblog-hub]

Hello! Im Vesper! This is my long Overdue pinned post.

This is a hub for me to host and talk about all my rotomblr blogs. I only have a couple at the moment, but that’ll probably grow.

My rotomblr blogs under the cut

@flowerandjewel an account for the protagonists of pokemon scarlet and violet, Florian (mod flower) and Juliana (mod Jewel). This account will follow their journey through paldea. This is a practice for me to get used to Rotomblr, and an opportunity to replay what’s become one of my favorite games. again.

@smitten-sprigkitten PSMD protagonist but he’s the amnesiac protagonist of Pokémon violet and also a creation of terapagos made to grant peoples wishes. He doesn’t know that, he’s just chilling as a cat, hanging out with his adoptive dad Nuzleaf… wait. Nuzleaf in PSMD… uh oh! Nobody tell the poor kit.(please tell the poor kit. He’s gonna hate it and defend nuzleaf up until the moment everything goes wrong)

@moondownwandering Looks to the Moon from Rain World, somehow ripped out of the cycle and brought to the Pokémon world! Her brother also fell. She doesn’t know that part though.

[madaras-tits]

Hello there! You've been tagged! You don't have to do anything if you don't want to, but if you'd like, list 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! Learn to know your mutuals and followers! 💖💖💖

omg hi! Thank you for the tag!!!

So the first thing I like is baking. I haven't been doing it a lot lately, but I really like baking, especially like decorating and shit (just not with fondant bc that's gross). Made a nice strawberry biscuit roll a few days back, 10/10 highly recommend.

Secondly I like reading. I'm currently rereading frankenstein and I'm having so much fun with it tbh. I also have a bunch of other books I'm currently reading, but if anyone here like thriller/horror I really recommend Sebastian Fitzek! He's German author whose works I've been really enjoying lately. If you need a starting point, I'm currently reading "Der Inasse" (no idea what the english title is, im sure y'all can find it), it's pretty neat so far.

Third thing is video games in general. I have many games that I have made amazing memories with, that I replay atleast once a year. I started playing Ghost of Tsushima recently, and it's pretty good so far, feels a lot like an assassins creed game. I'm also a big fan of animal crossing (new leaf ONLY), until dawn (choice based horror game), Final Fantasy, Persona 5, Farcry (3,4,5 specifically) and also a few call of duty games.

fourth I like sea creatures. I really fucking love sea creatures. I always have on day of the week booked for watching some random shit quality sea documentary, they're really interesting. Same goes for spiders, I really love spider. I've actually been taking care of this cute house spider in my room, like I'll just catch flies sometimes and give them to the little spidey.

fifth, I'm kinda running out of ideas here, but naruto tbh? I don't like the show as much as I when I was younger, but I do still watch it when i'm in a bad mood. It's like to a point where I know most of the episodes and can just start whereever, it doesn't require my attention for me to understand what's happening. It's definitely my main comfort shot (with Marble Hornets as a close second), and I also really enjoy buying bootleg naruto merch. Found this low quality shit naruto calender for 2024, I've already started noting appointments in there.

Once again, thank you sooo much for the ask and thanks for giving me an excuse to ramble! I love talking about random crap as y'all know :)