#quetz makes a post

[quetzalrofl]

Quick dialogue question for the Phandom

What's with all the find-and-replacing 'God' with 'Ancients'?

[amiya-shirou]

My unpopular FGO opinion is that Tezcatlipoca should get far less hate than Quetzalcoatl and Tlaloc rather than being the face of the "white pharaoh-nism" discourse. I'm not saying he should get no criticism or that there's no bias and colorism going on in the game, and I understand that most people posting about him haven't actually read LB7 (about which there will be some spoilers in this post so beware), but I do think his design fits the personality and themes going on with his character and the way he's literally cosplaying as a white USA capitalist and moving on from his mythological roots due to making modernity his whole thing. Giving him a design so different from his mythological perception was a very deliberate decision, and it kinda works. Tho it makes little sense he keeps it up even in his 3rd ascension, yeah.

Meanwhile Quetzalcoatl would have made much more sense if she had a more traditional design to properly contrast Tezcatlipoca. This would have made Kukulkan much better also, since she's basically cosplaying Quetz and doesn't actually have anything to do with any of the region's mythology, so the fact that she's white would work well by giving some hint to her real identity if all the other mesoamerican characters bar Tez had a darker skin tone.

[quetzalrofl]

Gongaga implies the existence of Gonga and Gongara

[mythological-mayhem]

Hey hey jeu hey heu heu hey

Mictlantecuhtli headcanons pretty please

Miso i mean me so i mean leto i mean mythos soup

Alright more hcs for my fav death god

Has a podcast about how things are in Mictlan. Sometimes he talks about current events that result in a high death toll, sometimes he gives virtual tours of the nine layers of Mictlan, sometimes he invites the other gods to make a cameo and hangs out with them!

One of the chillest gods out there. As long as you don't pull any of the "cheating death" shit or flat out insult/try to hurt him or his loved ones, you're fine.

However, if you do end up committing the transgressions above, he will End You™ (especially if you threaten his loved ones and friends)

He loves making puns, like Quetzalcoatl! Unlike Quetzalcoatl, he's actually good at making them (sorry Quetz, that's just how things are around here)

Before each soul passes on, Mictlantecuhtli has a quick chat with them (think alongside the lines of "hey pal, how'd you die? Cool, cool, alright I'm going to let you have a good afterlife now but you have to stay out of trouble with the gods alright? Fantastic, you're good to go, see you on the other side!")

It's kind of weird for most souls but Mictlantecuhtli is genuinely just a nice guy.

Kind of stuns everyone how much he breaks the death god stereotypes, and he loves it. He has a t-shirt that says "I single handedly saved my fellow employees' reputation and all I got was this lousy T-shirt".

Good artist. He's got time to kill sometimes, and he likes to sketch.

That's it for now, but I'll come up with more later!

(Also @si-chan1 I know you asked to be tagged in hcs, so sorry I didn't do it for older hc posts I didn't see your request 😭 anyway here)

[quetzalrofl]

Why did "lmao" stick around but "rofl" die. Any theories on this

[hasquetzorkukudoneanythingwrong]

About my version of Tezcatlipoca

Contains some LB7 spoilers

So if you've been following me for a bit, you've probably seen that I have a sorta "redesign" of Tezcatlipoca.

(Art by @/chaldeamage-neo)

Well, I wanted to make this post to kinda clarify that this isn't really a redesign.

For all intents and purposes, it might as well be. But within my own lore for the story, it isn't really. As some of you may know, the Mesoamerican gods in Fate are a symbiotic alien life form that takes human hosts to manifest. They've taken many different hosts through the ages, as is implied in Quetz's profile, that she wears a face she's never worn before. So, with that being said, for my own stories, this isn't actually a full-on redesign, but instead is Tezcatlipoca taking a different host. Most people would just redesign a character who's design they don't like and that's valid, but me personally, I decided to take advantage of that interesting bit of lore and use it for my own design. This also kinda goes with my sorta "philosophy" with redesigns. Cause sometimes the only problem people have is that a character is too pale (Tezca is a decent example) but I personally always thought that if you were gonna do it, go all the way. Like, there's elements of the original design you can see in my version, but that's more cause his character is the same, so he'd have those still. But otherwise he's pretty different, appearance wise.

(Pics by @/the8thsphynx, @/pixystixxxdraws, and @/yukisetsura)

Like seeing him here, he's clearly more different then just "the original design but dark skinned" and like, there isn't technically anything wrong with other people doing that. Tho sometimes it looks off, like you can tell the design was made with those skin tones and/or hair color in mind, so it feels better to start over. But again, that's just me personally.

So back to the main point, as I said this isn't a full on replacement of that Canon design. In-universe, Daybit still summoned a Tezcatlipoca with the blonde hair and blue eyes as such. But my OC Nota, summoned this one instead. I will say, there are Definitely other parts I wanna do away with wholesale tho (like whatever the hell they're doing with the other Tezcatlipoca gods) but this isn't a full on erasure of that original design.

But yeah, that's the post, hope everything is clear. See yall later.

[holygrailcycle]

LONG TIME NO SEE. Dunno if anyone's watching, but recent developments have sparked my brain in a way that I wanted to write down and share, so here I am!!! Buckle up because this goes on a bit.

With the reveal of Our Rage Issues and the conversations that were going on in the comments in this post, I wanted to talk a bit about what we know - what we remember - of our situation. What we have, right now, are these:

The recollection we gained while dealing with Setanta (see above).

The recollection we gained while talking with Draco.

Chapter 2.5, after we drank the Tezcal Pulque with Quetz and Rider.

And of course, our lived experiences during the first Tumblr Holy Grail War.

So, here's the summary:

Once upon a time, we were all individual people. Wizards. Masters. We fought alongside our own Servants in the Lunar Holy Grail War. Then we lost and died. The End.

Except not. Something scooped us, a mass of dead and defeated souls, up, shoved us together, and sent us into the Solar Cell. We summoned Servants, and at some point fell into Rage and dragged them along with us. Lancer managed to get free and nearly killed us, but somehow we wound up sealed instead. The End.

Except not. Somehow we got out, with zero recollection of what had happened before our 'test run' (that was actually trillions of runs). And now we're here, stuck trying to make sense of everything and anything with not an insubstantial amount of people wanting to kill or otherwise neutralize our collective asses.

So to that point, my own theory talk under the cut:

My initial theory was that maybe something during our investigation corrupted us. After all, we were lucid - if confused - in our conversations during 2.5, and Lancer and Archer didn't seem to find that odd, not to mention their own lucidity. But even discounting Lancer's commentary about 'our nature', the fact that we had an Avenger with us in the first place, and an Avenger that looks like the Black Grail on top of it, pokes holes in that theory.

So instead: maybe we were created solely to destroy the Solar Cell. To serve as a Trojan horse to slip in and go off at the most optimal time. It's hard to look at the materials - the fallen souls of the Moon Cell - and think there were good, pure intentions at work. But even if what Lancer was told about us was true, it doesn't mean the speaker's intentions were good or pure.

There's still a nightmare lurking in the core, after all - a nightmare that tore Fragment Avenger apart and shoved them inside for their own ends. And it'd be easy to take advantage of the chaos we were creating for their own ends. To hide themself, and their own plans, by pointing the finger elsewhere.

After all, why waste a perfectly good scapegoat?

[300iqprower]

Sorry if I had to say this: *Takes a deep breath while sweatdrop* Sakurai deserve better.

I used to be a sakurai defender like you, then I took an Olympus to the Frontal Lobe. Followed immediately after by a Heian Kyo to the Occipital Lobe.

I stand by everything I said in this post. I never said in that post Sakurai was competent. She was not, is still is not. She's long proven to be an extremely capable writer when given some guidance and/or when someone else is there to keep her fangirling in check. We have proof* of this in Summer 5, Little Big Tengu, Babylonia, and LB4. We also have proof that she's the world's most prolific character assassin when left alone for more than 5 minutes as shown with Shimousa, Septem, Summer 4, and the two aforementioned lostbelts.

*or as much proof as a game that refuses to properly credit its writers can be

It is fairly well documented that part of the reason Sakurai got immediately put so high up at Delightworks is because she was a Nasu superfan and Nasu pretty much just handed her the Prototype and Extra casts to go nuts with. That's not me saying she has no talent or merit and doesn't deserve a place in the industry - those claims are provably untrue. But it's also provable that she got where she is through Nasu's nepotism and that lack of qualification has shone through time and time again.

Lostbelt 2 is what best sums up Sakurai. It's both so bad that I "skipped" about 40% of it and got an empirically better story experience for doing so, and yet it's also so good that it has not one, not even a couple, but several of my favorite moments in the entire story to date.

Characters that have been directly credited to Sakurai like Douman, Tomoe, Xu Fu, Quetz, Sigurd, Napoleon, Surtr, Caligula, Gorgon, and more prove that Sakurai is capable of incredible writing.

None of that changes her track record of not only making the EXACT same mistakes every time she's called in to take the lead in writing a non-event chapter (and more than one event chapter), but arguably been worse about those mistakes every time she's put wholly in charge of a chapter, from Septem to London to Shimousa to LB2 to Olympus to Heian Kyo.

TLDR: Sakurai is not some objectively good or bad character. She's a real person who is not 100% consistent in anything. She's clearly talented but that doesn't change the actual work we've been presented, which has repeatedly indicated she needs someone to reign her in or her work inevitably tanks in quality due to her eccentricities that range from harmless to outright problematic. She is frequently derided as a scapegoat which is not only unjust and typically just how people try and shield Nasu himself from criticism despite her being part of his responsibilities as the one with the final say in everything, but also detracts from the genuine criticism Sakurai still deserves given some of the truly awful content that has been directly attributed to her.

Honestly I just wish she'd stick to writing events. Her style of heavily leaning into certain tropes and hamming it up more than other writers lends itself perfectly to events and lets her strike a balance of drama and comedy that other writers typically go too far in one direction to land, something that again is best exemplified by Summer 5, which was led by Higashide with her [implied to have been] heavily helping with things hence so many of her characters making up the central cast.

[quetzalrofl]

Jazz was originally named for a music genre from a faraway galaxy, but changed out the vowel when he arrived on Earth due to a rather unfortunate false cognate

It’s funny how recent TF media can’t reconcile Bumblebee being named after an Earth creature on Cybertron, yet Jazz and his namesake of a human music genre is fine.

Both could still work? Bumblebee could be a nickname for B-127; Originally known as B for short. And as he started off pretty clumsy, bumbling around, they called him Bumbling B. Or Bumble B… Bumblebee!

And then Jazz, well he’s jazzed to meet y’all.

[lunarimpact]

if I do return to post my writing, I’m not going to tag it beyond my personal blog tagging system. big if, probably wont. I also wont be discussing f.go beyond a shallow reference here and there.

I have chosen the path of my own health and dropped the game bc it didn’t make me happy, it fucking stressed me out. and I am tired of hating every fucking character design or choice and letting it eat away at me as if I had any personal say.

ex.  I am Puerto Rican, I don’t have a stake in the Mesoamerican characters, however I will say that the design choices were ass, and bullshit. and wrong. the whole batch of them, with the exception of fucking Camazotz, were not only straight up disappointing, but fucking sucked. and I should have known bc of the treatment of Quetz in the first place.

anyway.

I’m tired.

[dinoace2]

Enter: the Oracle

An introductory piece for my Carnival!Quetz in @sm-baby's incredible The Amazing Digital Carnival au. Much as I'd love to make this a comic, I find that my words tend to come out better (and faster!) than my drawings. This is purely self-indulgent, acting to quite literally write my oc into a narrative someone else made, but i had fun with it. I promise I'll make a post detailing her room design later!

~2k words

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Caine looked at the door in front of him, studying the portrait. The menu labeled this door simply as "the Oracle". The face was still a silhouette, yet to be seen or discovered, but horns were clearly outlined on the character's head.

Bubble chirped, grinning. "The Oracle: a character who- who-...." he paused, his smile fading slightly. "....i...dont know."

Caine's hand hovered over the doorknob, hesitating for a moment. This was a character that wasn't meant to exist. When he looked into the files, most of its code was deleted, and what little remained was well-hidden underneath everything else. Whatever he was about to see wasnt supposed to get past initial production stages, much less final design, and considering what kind of characters he's already seen, it was probably for good reason.

With a cautious sigh and a nod to Bubble, he turned the doorknob and pulled it open.

Sheer purple curtains covering the doorway wasn't necessarily what he expected.

He pushed them aside to reveal a floor of ebony-colored wooden boards, the walkway covered in tapestry and silk fabrics. The entire room looked soft, littered with pillows and cloth of all kind. Most of it was sheer, shiny, and purple. Shades anywhere from pastel lilac to deep wine lined the room wall to wall, all lit by floating candles with impossibly white flames.

Caine stepped into the room, tentative at first, the boards creaking beneath his feet.

The groan of the floorboards alerted whatever was occupying the room, and with an audible whoosh and a light gust of wind in his eyes, the candles went out all at once.

Looking around proved fruitless, as it seemed every source of light in the room had been smothered. The only thing visible to him was whatever the light from the menu hallway reached.

A gentle yet firm voice echoed in the emptiness. "You aren't meant to be here. Do not take another step into this room. Leave, now." Her voice was calm, confident, and laced with authority.

Caine tilted his head, squinting in the darkness to find the character. "Your door unlocked just a minute ago. Who are you?"

"Nobody. Please...get out," The voice responded, her tone never wavering. "For the sake of your own safety, human, I recommend you heed this warning."

"You- uh. You know that im...human?" He paused, chuckling nervously. "The others didn't exactly take it well when they found out...believe it or not you're already much more pleasant than most of the characters I've met so far."

"Call it intuition. I know as much as I need to know about you, and you know as much as you need to know about me. Now get out."

"Oh, but surely-" the Player was cut off when he took a step. The floor clipped out beneath his foot and he fell forward, screaming as he plummeted into the darkness below. He fell endlessly for what felt like forever, but in reality was probably little more than a few seconds.

A cool hand wrapped around his wrist, pulling him to an abrupt stop. He clamped his teeth shut, his entire body tensing. He took a few shaky breaths, his hand over his heart and eyes slowly opening. It was still dark, but he could feel himself moving.

His rescuer let go of his hand and he fell into something soft, with a lot of slack and give to the material.

With another whoosh, the room lit up again. He was hanging in a pink silk hammock, and while most of the room looked the same, the floor was just...gone, replaced with a seemingly endless void. Upon closer inspection, hammocks and netted flooring were all over the place, some hung from the walls and ceiling and others just suspended midair.

Something flew through the middle of it all and perched on a dark wooden beam near the ceiling. An angel? No...not quite. A serpentine beast with blue-green scales and piercing eyes. Raven black hair framed her face and ivory horns adorned her head. Massive silver-gray wings spanned nearly wall-to-wall, truly a sight to behold. An elegant purple gown glittered in the surrounding candlelight, and a velvet choker with a large black stone took its place around her neck.

She sneered, sharp eyes glaring down at Caine. "I told you not to come closer." She fell from the rafters, and Caine gasped, until she spread her wings, swooped around and settled on a netted floor near him.

He stared for a moment, then nodded. "Right...um. sorry, I didn't know...that...was going to happen...what was that about, anyway?"

The character frowned. "To put it simply, I was scrapped. No need to finish the room if the character's been abandoned. The room itself isn't exactly...tangible because of it. The design and textures exist, obviously, but it's all unfinished. that first step in the walkway was as far as they got. Tried to warn you."

He nodded. "...oh. so...why did they decide not to make you? You certainly seem exciting enough for a game like this....and very well-made, too. I like your design! What's your name?" He smiled, swinging a bit in his little hammock.

She paused, not quite anticipating that much enthusiasm. "...my title is the Oracle, but you already knew that. My name during production was Quetz, apparently for a creature that I supposedly share resemblance to."

Caine's hand shot in the air, like a child answering a teacher in a classroom. "Oh! Quetzalcoatl! The Feathered Serpent from Aztec Mythology! God of-" he paused, recognizing her expression of confusion and slight disinterest. "....sorry." he put his hand down.

Quetz nodded slowly. "...right. my intelligence doesn't extend past this game, so I've no choice but to trust you on that. It's not all that significant anyway." She sighed.

"I was intended to be a bit of a...checkpoint, if you will. A place to collect onesself and reflect on the progress players made so far. I would then read their 'fortunes', some sort of cryptic statement, and it would give a random status effect that would last until the end of the next level they played. From then on they'd be able to come back between levels if they wanted, but each time ran the risk of a bad status effect as well. It was meant to be a sort of roulette to offer a unique challenge or adjustment to the other levels. I think it was intended to keep it replayable and 'new' so they'd maintain interest and relevance for longer."

She shrugged. "They couldn't figure out the coding. It was too complicated of a concept, and even if it did work it would've been too easy for players to abuse and cheat with. So they did away with the idea entirely."

Caine nodded. "So...you were...just a minigame, then?"

"...'just'? 'Mini'...?" she paused. "...I suppose so. Seems...belittling to put it that way, though...as if im...less important..." she frowned. "...but considering I never made it past planning, it makes sense..."

"...oh. sorry. I didn't mean-"

"Its fine." She sighed. "You asked for answers, and I gave you what I had. But perhaps you'd indulge me, and allow me to ask a few questions." She waited for a confirming nod, then moved closer to him. "Why are you here, Mister Eden?"

Caine froze, almost stopping mid-swing. "...h-how did you-?"

"I was given the title of 'Oracle', what do you think that means?" She frowned. "I was programmed to know everything about this place, do you truly think I wouldn't notice when an unregistered entity entered the code?"

The Player nodded. "...I suppose that makes sense. Well...I..." he paused. "....dont remember, honestly. I know I came here for something, and I made Bubble to assist me, but once I entered the system I forgot it all."

"No, I understand that. I meant...why are you here? Or rather, how are you here? I never made it to beta testing. Playtesters never got the chance to interact with me. Sure, ive still been here, lingering in the background, but...my door has never unlocked. I've never been accessible to Players. You had to have done something."

Caine shrugged. "I dont know what to tell you. I'd just barely left the Host level, and two doors unlocked. This one happened to be closer to me, not to mention the extra cool and mysterious detail of your face being blocked out."

She nodded. "So...its likely more of an internal issue than your interference, then. Interesting."

She thought for a moment. "...you came here for something. Your intention is to retrieve a missing component, I assume." Caine nodded, following her logic, so she continued. "While I'm incapable of determining what it is you're seeking, nor whether you'll find it...i can at least try to assist."

Caine sat upright, suddenly quite eager to hear what she would say next.

"In everything that I've seen, with near unlimited access to all of the files...I can say with near certainty that you are not the only player avatar in the game right now."

Silence and shock overtook the coder. Was she saying what he thought she was? And if that was true, then...could that be what he's looking for?

"Theres another human here???"

Quetz opened her mouth, but everything stopped suddenly. All the candles went out, plunging them into darkness once more. A light appeared just below her eye level, a crystal ball of sorts that cast shadows over her face with a soft glow. She stared at it with wide eyes, and...was that fear that crept into her expression?

"Sh[$%?]!" She paused for a moment, slightly puzzled by the sprite that covered her mouth and dialogue, but shook her head, turning to Caine. "Eden! Close the hammock. Lay still. And for the love of whatever cruel god designed this place, do. Not. Move. Trust me."

Caine nodded, quickly sinking into the soft fabric.

Quetz took a deep breath, then waved her palm over the crystal ball in front of her, her claws barely grazing the glossy surface. Caine couldn't see what happened, but he could hear it well enough.

A voice echoed around them, bouncing off the walls of the endless void beneath.

"Good evening, my dear Moth."

"Hello, my King...you haven't reached out to me in quite some time...is everything alright?" There was no mistaking the slight tremor in the Oracle's voice.

"Oh, of course! All is well. Ragatha has just informed me that she had an interaction with our newest Player, and I was hoping you could tell me how he's doing?"

Quetz paused. "...from my observations, things are going quite well for him. He's found companionship with the little Jester and has gotten along well with every entity he has interacted with so far. Its likely he's currently making preparations to visit the Storyteller next."

"And where is he now, Quetzal?"

"He- well, I haven't checked in a little while. I'll be sure to let you know once I get a chance to look." She rambled the answer. "Anyway I'm sure you've got a lot to get back to! I'll talk to you again later-"

"Is something bothering you, Moth?"

The Serpent froze. "Eh- no! Not at all! I just. Uh. Oh dear, it...appears Zooble's gloinks have escaped again! I need to catch them before they clip into the Void again. Talk to you later!" She hurriedly crushed the crystal between her palms, scattering glowing particles across the room that relit the candles as they passed.

Caine yelped as the same cold hand from before grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up. Quetz set him down on that first wooden step and pushed the door wide open. "You need to leave."

He sputtered, turning around and grabbing her hands. "Wait! Who were you talking to? What about that other human? What else don't I know? I have more questions, please!"

She frowned. "The Storyteller is a fairly simple task. Follow her instructions to the letter and do your best not to make her upset. You have an advantage because she likes Pomni. Now get out. Please." Her tone was much more pleading on the last word, and she gave his shoulder a firm shove to return him to the hallway. She snapped her fingers, and the door slammed shut.

Caine stood up, dusting himself off. "Hm. That was....interesting. I suppose that...this 'Storyteller' is next. You ready, Bubble?"

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Thanks for reading! :]

Note: okay there's more to this than the scene suggests. She's very afraid of Kinger, and there are reasons that I couldn't elaborate on in this bit. I really really do love this character and I cannot wait to learn more about the other characters so I can better portray her relationships with them!

[quetzalrofl]

Why was the Earth Crystal section of Final Fantasy Mystic Quest so short in comparison to the others??

[quetzalrofl]

Melbourne Man Torn To Bits By Maenads

I'm not out at work cuz im a freak like that but there's this co-worker who is a creep and just told me he has a mug that says "cover me in honey and throw me to the lesbians". Absolutely gobsmacked luv

[quetzalrofl]

"Avengers" doesn't really inspire much confidence, does it? Imagine being caught up in a hostage situation or an alien invasion and the superheroes coming in to deal with it have a name that sounds like they're only there to mop up after a bloodbath instead of actually saving your life

[hasarjunadoneanythingwrong]

‘x diety would be a sakuraface/shirouface/rinface/whothefuckeverface’ ok I don’t care and I’m ignoring that and I’m fucking balling ✌️

[biggerb0at]

Can yall shut the fuck about height when a new servant comes out as if anyone in dw puts more than 1 braincell when thinking about it when making character profiles when the only one there to put more than one braincell in it would be nasu and his love for tall girls.

Like please stop making posts going apeshit about it cause at this point i think one of yall actually emailed dw about heights unironically and care about it way more than artists looking up references to do fan art of the servants/ their waifus/ their husbandos.

Its just too much shit when scrolling through to find the fun discussion talks and at this point doesnt even seem fun anymore because your starting to care more about it than them when they typed the height in and actually seemed heated.