#so unrelated to The Game but nonetheless I lost

[fictionkinfessions]

I miss the LoV so much so I’m just gonna say how much I loved you guys. Even if it was in my own emo way.

Toga: One of the sweetest people I’ve ever met. We’ve had our arguments and shown our differences in the past but that’s what family does, right? Anyway, you were always so supportive of my goals even if you didn’t understand them and you always lightened the mood.

Twice: My guy! I wish I could have protected you. I wish I could have shown how much I cared for you. You were such an easy person to talk to and honestly made me feel safe enough to talk about (even if vaguely) and be myself.

Mr. Compress: My “adoptive” father. You always did let me have my fun but pulled me aside and talked to me if I ever lost it or went too far. You were a great man but your actual magic tricks were… okay /lh. Nonetheless, you cared for me as a parental unit better than anyone else could have besides my mother but unrelated.

Spinner: I’m still upset to this day that we didn’t speak enough. However, whenever we did play games or hung out, it was so much fun, even if I didn’t show it outwardly. Playing video games honestly wasn’t a bad past time even if I taunted Tomura about it a lot.

Kurogiri: I’m sorry about what happened to you. I know quite well how terrible AFO was to us all. Especially Tomura but I digress, you were amazing, even if it wasn’t the real you. You always felt more alive than just a simple Nomu.

Tomura: My lovely amazing boyfriend. I don’t know what I would have done without you and Keigo. It would have been a dark path for me but you showed me it wasn’t that bad. You wanted to remake the world for us. You were the one who wanted to save our family, our home. AFO couldn’t take that from you. You were the best boyfriend anyone could ask for. I hope you knew how much I loved you.

Keigo: I don’t know what I would have done without my wonderful energetic boyfriend. You showed me there was more to this world than just the suffering I’ve endured and the evil of this world. You and Tomura were always there for me when my flames got out of hand, whenever I lost control. You both supported me with my goals even if you looked up to Endeavor.

So for that, all of you kins who see this, know someone cares, even if I don’t know you now and we weren’t in canon together, this is a shout-out to all LoV kins. Sorry for the long post. -Dabi/Toya

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[azragulse]

✧   ⸻   [  melisa asli pamuk,  cis female,  she/her  ]     ;     staying safe at your post in the eastern wing, aren’t you, AZRA GULSE ? though i would think that being a THIRTY TWO YEAR OLD CAPTAIN with the signet of TRACKING SENSE makes that a pretty easy task. i’m sure it helps that damryr, your female ORANGE SWORDTAIL dragon, is doing their duty patrolling our borders ! the other riders stationed at your post say you’re FORTHRIGHT and UNRELENTING traits are a real benefit, but the fact that you’re so VICIOUS and FICKLE is a real pain in the ass. does anyone else think you’re reminiscent of a wild laugh lost in the wind ; the tide breaking against rocks ; dragon claws brushing against skin or is it just that dragon of yours ? nonetheless, stay vigilant and stay alive.  

BASICS.

FULL NAME: azra gulse.

AGE: thirty two.  

PLACE OF BIRTH: navarre.

GENDER: cis female.

PRONOUNS: she/her.

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: demiromantic bisexual. 

FAMILY: arda & jale gulse (parents). two unnamed younger siblings and nadir gulse.

PROFESSION: captain of the eastern wing.

SIGNET: sensory tracking

DRAGON: damryr, an orange swordtail.

INTRO.

eldest of four siblings born to a pair of dragon riders, azra always knew her fate was in the skies. being the eldest meant pressure was always high not only to succeed, but exceed. all eyes were on her to see what the next generation of gulse children would bring. azra is loyal to her family, but she is far from a nurturing older sister. her way of showing love was to teach her younger siblings to swim — by throwing them in the open ocean to see if they will sink or swim. contrary to what they might tell you, azra wasn't actually going to let them drown. probably. it was funny watching, though. and hey, they all survived so no harm done. the way azra sees it, she did them a favour. the world isn't a kind place, and coddling them will only hold her siblings back.

being the first born is a heavy responsibility, but aza thrives under the pressure. never content to be average, azra did whatever it took to rise the ranks of the riders quadrant. if that meant lying, cheating, or fighting dirty, then azra had no qualms about doing it. there is a bone deep, insatiable hunger in azra and she won't stop until she is finally satisfied. the ends justify the means and if they don't justify the means? well the means were fun so who really cares! her loyalty is first and foremost to her own and her family's survival with little consideration for others.

conscribed at age 22, because there was no way azra was going to let any of her younger siblings conscribe before her; and joined the army right after graduation because war is kind of fun? azra cares little for the moral or political justification for war, its more like look, more little people to play games with! (the game being killing/outsmarting/winning). again, ruthlessly focused on rising the ranks and is now a captain in the eastern wing. despite her fickle nature, it is a position azra takes seriously as much as she views war like a game.

bonded to a temperamental orange swordtail that burnt at least three cadets to a crisp before choosing azra. she'd 'accidentally' pushed a fellow cadet into dragon fire, piquing damryr's interest. azra developed her signet power fairly quickly. if it was too much too soon, well damryr cared little for the difference between humans. annoying, but azra could be replaced. it was a test of azra's strength, which thankfully she passed. after a decade of being bonded, azra and damryr have become quite the vicious team, known for their ruthlessness and unwillingness to leave a fight until their enemy is destroyed. you wont see them settling for surrender.

coming from a family of predators, it made sense that her signet would be sensory tracking — there is rarely a person or thing she cannot locate, making her a valuable asset to the army. she enjoys the hunt as much as she enjoys toying with her prey.

kind of chaotic feral vibes in a can and will cut your throat but in a Looks Good While Doing It way

competitive, challenging and opinionated, azra isn't afraid to say exactly what she means. bloodthirsty and vicious, azra mirrors her dragon in being temperamental, although she's not as grumpy. the cadets are fun little toys to mess with for her own amusement and has probably tried to scare a few for fun.

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

ARMY COLLEAGUES: azra is a captain on the eastern wing so any fellow army people. direct reports, superiors, competitors, etc. i imagine there's a mix of people she'd love to burn to a crisp, and others she's almost friendly with or they work really well together and often pair up for missions and things. maybe someone bitter/jealous she's a captain or believes she's the worst possible person to be a captain (too bloodthirsty?)

GRADUATE CLASS: azra joined the riders quadrant around 11 years ago, so anyone who was at school with her. rivals for commanding positions, frenemies. also teachers who remember her - could love her, hate her, whatever.

TRACKING EVADER: azra's signet is sensory tracking, and I think she'd enjoy testing her ability on someone whose ability is the opposite - its a test of their individual strengths who ends up winning out. also, this goes for anyone really down to play tracking games with azra. gonna keep those skills sharp.

MENTOR/MENTEE: tbh funny if azra takes someone under her wing and corrupts them a little. equally funny if someone worse than azra does the same to her, and they're just a terrible awful combination.

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS: but like. without the friends bit. just the benefits. here for a fun time but not looking for anything more.

[ryttu3k]

Okay I just realised I’m not 100% sure these are in the final version of the game, haha. Early access problems. They definitely came in an earlier build, I’m just not sure they remained. I’ll copypaste them all here!

Gives a good sense of the scale of the problem, at least... and Alterra’s priorities.

Alterra Misplaces 1km Capital Ship Aurora

THE INDEPENDENT - Galactic News, Intergalactic Perspective

Contact has been lost with the Aurora some 18 months into its journey to install a phasegate in the Ariadne Arm, report inside sources.

Alterra launched the Aurora to much fanfare almost two years ago, and recently announced the ship had arrived in the destination solar system. The Aurora has reportedly now missed more than one routine check in.

Asked for comment, a spokesperson for Alterra said, 'Communication with ships outside of the phase gate network can take weeks or months in ordinary circumstances, and is commonly interrupted. The Aurora was in good shape and ahead of schedule the last time they checked in, we have no reason to think anything has changed.'

Nonetheless our sources emphasize that Alterra cannot yet explain the loss of contact, and given the exceptional value of the ship and its mission they are taking every possible measure to re-establish contact. Shareholders will be watching closely.

Keen readers will remember, however, that Alterra's network of directors have a history of leaking scare stories like this to the press, only for the trans-gov to rebound with positive news against the odds. Director's shareholdings and dealings are of course not public information.

Source: Abandoned PDA in Arctic Kelp Caves

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Aurora Wreckage Located, Survivors Confirmed

Alterra has released voice recordings which confirm survivors of the Aurora crash. The transmission came from trade ship Sunbeam, which was passing nearby when it detected their SOS.

'Hey Alterra, we've got one of your birds in the soup over here. Looks like they took *Static* survivors. We're moving in for a closer look.'

While the number of survivors is not yet known, nor the true state of the ship, it is now known that she has landed with her hull largely intact, on planet 4546B. Smaller than earth and largely water-bound, it is thought the planet has a breathable atmosphere, and hopes have been raised all around.

The Sunbeam is registered as a 5-seater cargo vessel, insufficient to evacuate the crew or cargo of the Aurora, but perhaps enough to assess the situation and reassure shareholders at home that their investment is secure.

There is at least a one month delay on transmissions from that region of space. In the meantime Alterra is working on every possible solution, including an innovative idea to transmit the blueprints for a purpose built rocket which could be constructed using materials salvaged from the Aurora, and the planet itself. If the crew could begin their long journey home now the rescue teams could meet them halfway, shaving months off their return.

Alterra share prices rose to their quarterly high on the news.

Source: Abandoned PDA in the Koppa Mining Site

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Was Unexplained Ion Signature Linked to the Aurora's Disappearence?

An unusual ion signature on the edge of Alterra space has scientists baffled, and some have drawn a connection with a similar echo detected around the time of the Aurora's reported crash landing.

How the two might be connected is an open question, and many in the scientific community maintain they are unrelated, and explained by natural phenomenon, or even Alterra secretly testing new technologies.

Fuel has been added to the fire by Alterra's refusal to release its full data on the Aurora accident, and recent indications from sources that they will be revising up their list of expected casualties, without revealing where this information is coming from.

It has now been months since the Sunbeam went quiet, with no new information. The salvage teams continue their long journey to 4546.

Source: Abandoned PDA in the Koppa Mining Site

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Aurora Crash Interview - Alterra Spokesperson

SPOKESPERSON: We have recently confirmed that the Aurora has conducted an emergency landing on an uncharted planet, via a message relayed by the captain as he performed the manauver. Captain Hollister was experienced, and calm under pressure. We have every reason to expect he kept his crew and his ship in one piece. We are doing everything we can to re-establish contact, and to begin rescue operations. Thank you, and I'll take questions. Michael?

MICHAEL: What caused the crash?

SPOKESPERSON: The captain reported unexpected damage to the ship. No possibilities are being ruled out.

MICHAEL: How long will it take to get there?

SPOKESPERSON: The Aurora was more than a year beyond the furthest phase gate. The fastest ships will take nine months. But we are co-operating with the Mongolian States and other nearby trans-govs to see if they can get there sooner. You, with the glasses?

CLAUDE: This isn't a four-seater passenger shuttle that went down, this is a capital ship. Do you really expect survivors?

SPOKESPERSON: Losses of ships of this scale are rare, but not unheard of. When it does happen, it's rarely catastrophic. Crew losses in the past have generally been down to inadequate warnings, and failures of key survival systems- lifepods, oxygen, etc. We have armor-plating that can deflect a small nuclear explosion, but it doesn't begin to stand up to what a good-sized meteor can do. But those ships are built to stay together. There could be a quantum detonation of the drive core and the main evacuation routes would survive the blast.

CLAUDE: Where have they landed?

SPOKESPERSON: We hope to have that information soon. The ship had arrived in solar system 4546, where there are thought to be at least 11 orbital bodies larger than earth's moon. The area is not entirely unexplored, but it's new to us, and no one else has been taking notes. Whatever the case, the crew has all the equipment they need to build habitats and survive until rescue. Jess?

JESS: Do you have a plan to salvage the phasegate installation?

SPOKESPERSON: Of course. With the Aurora's cargo already most of the way to the build site it should be straight forward to send a replacement crew and make whatever repairs necessary.

JESS: Will there be a fall in the Alterra dividend?

SPOKESPERSON: Thank you, that's all we have time for.

Source: Abandoned PDA in the Twisty Bridges

do you ever wonder what it'd be like to be a loved one of someone was on the Aurora. and one night, months after it went MIA, you turn on the tv because you can't sleep and there's a livestream of a landing site in the middle of the ocean. there's a survivor. one survivor. and they've come home. and there's livestreams of that and also the media camping outside the hospital but they haven't released the survivor's name yet and it's 3AM and you're terrified and hoping so desperately it's your loved one who made it

[gamebunny-advance]

OOC? (Again) (Draft)

Sometimes I think about how NJ and 1010 apparently weren't originally written to have any kind of parent-child bond, but since it's basically been adopted as canon, I wonder how that has changed the reading/writing of NJ's character over time.

NSR (the game) is not a subtle work. For better or worse, it is very ham-fisted in how it wants you to feel about the ideas and themes it explores, and 1010 is one of the more blatant examples.

NSR is incredibly cynical about the concept of the boy band. It remarks how the industry basically manufactures its idols for mass consumption, who can then be replaced in an instant with a look-alike among look-alikes. Beneath all their charm, 1010 operates under militaristic conditions, headed by an actual military leader who puts his ideals and serving his company before the well-being of himself and his crew.

None of that is really new commentary. The comparison between boy bands being expendable drones that feed a corrupt system has been around practically since the peak of boy band popularity, but it is nonetheless a key component of 1010/NJ's characterization that I don't see utilized often.

I think some of the nuances of their character is lost from how, unlike most of the other antagonists, 1010 and NJ aren't the cause of their corruption: they're the product. Almost every other boss's conflict is a result of a character flaw:

DJSS's ego causes him to neglect his district and abuse the people around him.

Team Sayu's struggle to cooperate leads to Sayu becoming unstable.

DK West and Zuke's poor communication causes their relationship to deteriorate.

Yinu's brattiness is enabled by Mama, whose overprotectiveness leads to her focusing more on vengeance than actually protecting her daughter.

Eve's wrath causes her to unfairly target Mayday, which at the core is caused by Eve's codependent self-worth.

Meanwhile, 1010's major conflict seems to be based around their shallowness (their "artificiality" if you will). They self-destruct not directly due to B2J, but because they were rejected by their fans after revealing their "true" forms. But it's hard to call that a "character flaw" when they aren't really "characters." In the context of the story, 1010 are closer to props than actually fully realized characters like the rest of the main cast.

In a human or otherwise sapient character, their inability to be of any worth without their looks would be a significant character flaw, but 1010's status as dubiously sapient robots reduces a lot of their agency. 1010 cannot experience character growth because they are incapable of doing anything beyond their programming.

That said, this would mean that any flaws they do have should be reflective of whoever programmed them, which should be Neon J., but Neon J.'s main character flaw is seemingly unrelated to 1010's.

I know that in earlier versions of the script and his character design, Neon J's vanity/low self-esteem was a key part of his character, but it isn't really present in the final product.

In the game, NJ's major flaw appears to be dogma: his dedication to NSR and upholding its ideals are what leads him to be so militaristic, and apparently he has caused many atrocities in the name of NSR due to misguided loyalty to the company. In a way, it mirrors how B2J are disregarding the consequences of their actions in the name of their own ideals.

While he speaks like he is one of the more selfless members of NSR, comments about how "If you mess with my troops, you mess with me!" fail to hold water when NJ doesn't go into the front lines until he pushes his crew literally past their breaking point. Even when he does go on the offensive, all of his attacks involve utilizing the 1010s as weapons.

I dunno, after all that, I just can't read Neon J. as a particularly loving or kind person, and I don't think he was ever meant to be. This isn't to say that I think he's evil or needs to be scorned, it's just that I think people assume he's a lot nicer than he actually is.

[jaeminscoffee]

Hewo <3

Idk if u can do this (idk how much u know about this situation tbf) but I get motor tics in my head (like my head will just randomly move - Tourette syndrome)

So it would mean a lot to me if u could do the dreamies reaction to seeing u tic for the first time (like non verbal tics) 👉🏻👈🏻

I tried!! I'm pretty sure this isn't probably what you wanted but i really did try, i swear. Let me know if there's any incorrect implications of the tic in the reaction! Anddd your feedback would be highly appreciated! Happy reading ❤:

Mark:

First time he'd see you during one of your episodes would be when he was teaching you his favorite tune on his guitar. He'd be shocked, to say nonetheless since he'd never seen you like this before as you had been doing a considerably good job at avoiding him when you thought you'd be getting a round of your tics. 

"Hey.." he'd approach you cautiously the moment you feel yourself subsiding from the episode at the sight of your lightly glazed and wet eyes. "Hey.. Why are you crying, love?" he'd be wary to wrap his arms around you, luring you into his embrace. "I'm sorry you had to see me like that-" your voice betrays you with the evident crack as you lower your head in embarrassment. "Why're you sorry? There's literally nothing to be sorry about-"

"I'm just embarrassed, alright? I just let my super cute boyfriend see one of my defects." you choke out. 

"I think me noticing you like that just made our bond stronger. One less secret to hide now, am i right?" he'd chuckle-

"And hey, you're super cute too"

Renjun:

It'd happen when you played the role of a muse when Renjun impulsively decided to draw a portrait of you since, "art should be hung up on the walls but if i hang you up there, I'd be sentenced to life prison or execution so no thank you." 

At first he'd be slightly annoyed since you did just move which can potentially ruin his painting. He'd go off on you, but lets you slide this one time off with a warning. When you kept going at it however, he'd lose it and scold you, demanding you to stay still. But then he'd notice how you weren't necessarily doing it on purpose and was just something that you couldn't handle, help, or have a say in, so he'd patiently wait until you stilled and showed no potential signs of going into an episode again and approach you, grasping onto your shoulder blades while pressing down from the back of your head to your shoulders are slightly below the biceps, massaging the area soothingly. 

"Does your neck hurt? Point out where it hurts the most, I'll soothe it out for you. House chores on me for this week, I'm sorry for losing my temper, darling"

Jeno: 

Probably happens when you're seated at the bleachers during one of his soccer practices. He's always been a little protective over you since you did mention about your tics to him at the early stages of your relationship and even had voiced out your insecurities that came along with it. 

Jeno would notice sudden movements from your end (which was relatively easy to notice since you were practically the only soul at the right hand top of the seats) and realise that  you were experiencing one of your episodes. 

Though, this movement definitely doesn't go unnoticed by his teammates and the cheerleaders team. For some messed up reason, the jerks would start laughing, definitely going up and beyond to even mocking you. That would tick Jeno off. Who do they think they are to make fun of his girl?

He'd run up to you with a bottle of water when he notices you shake from anxiety and stands in front of you before turning to face the heartless crowd. 

"Hey assholes! Mind your own business, will you?"

Haechan: 

Let's say, You'd first experience an episode in front of him during a couple's game night. Jaemin and his girlfriend in a team, Mark and his in one, Jisung and his another and then there's you and Hyuck. 

Right during the game point you'd feel yourself moving involuntarily, leading to the two of you losing the game. And you know how competitive he is so you'd only feel guilty about it. But here's the catch, Haechan had an idea of your motor tics. He'd just never been there to experience it. 

He'd notice you getting all teary eyed and would be quick to console you, "Listen, look we lost because i went easy on them, you know i could've smashed them all in one go,"

"No. We lost because of my stupid tics, I'm sorry" you'd sob back a reply. 

"You're sorry for having something you never asked for? No. Be sorry for not giving me a consolation kiss, doll" he'd try diverting the attention onto another topic to distract you from your self wallowing. 

Jaemin-

Baking nights for sure. 

In this scenario, let's say you aren't really insecure about your motor tics and that you weren't necessarily hiding yourself from Jaemin because knowing him and how trustworthy he is (not that the others are not) you'd be confident enough to tell him all about you. 

You'd be standing next to him as you watch him put all the ingredients into a bowl when you'd feel yourself going into an episode. Startled by your own involuntary movements you'd quickly grab onto his apron and wait patiently for yourself to still.

Once you do, you look up to see Jaemin looking down at you with utmost adoration (like, you can literally see hearts and rainbows and stars in his eyes) as he slowly turns to you, 

"Did you know? You look like a puppy drying itself after a shower when you do that" 

Chenle- 

You'd be at a basketball date with Chenle when he'd first see you.

It's probably his loud scream from near you that triggered it after he scored a hoop but you'd immediately crouch down in order to not fall painfully onto your butt at the sudden movement. 

Chenle would be quick to rush over to you and inquire if you're okay, "I'm fine, it's just the tics, I'm fine i swear," 

After ensuring that you are, infact okay he'd immediately get back to teasing you, "You see, i know your neck or head probably hurts right now but uhm.. My five dollars, loser?" 

He wouldn't be the type to push onto the topic unless you bring up the topic yourself, instead he'd divert the attention onto something totally unrelated. 

Jisung-

You'd be having a study date at the library when it takes place. 

It's the stress from the hours of studying without any other movement that triggers the tics. In all, you'd be in a very sensitive state once your movements come to a stop.

Taking a notice on the situation Jisung would quickly clear up the place and drag you out to the open but does not bring up the topic (no matter how curious or concerned he is) since you probably don't have the energy in you to explain it out to him. 

"Let's take a break, studies are secondary, we could always catch- oh! Isn't that the bakery that sells your favorite cheesecake?"

He'd pamper you with literally everything just to drive you into a much positive mind set.

[tsarisfanfiction]

Trope #36: Amnesia, Prompt #633: "Please, stop saying my name like that." for TAG

Forget Me Not

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Teen Genre: Angst/Family Characters: Scott, Virgil, John

Ah, good old amnesia time!  And you know what, apparently my muse has decided it wants to beat up someone who isn’t Scott, entirely without prompting!  Although that might have something to do with the angst of a little brother not knowing who he is...  So there’s that.

Another old prompt I’m finally getting around to, so let’s see if I can even find the original post, oops...

Writing Game: Tropes

Scott had thought he’d known despair.  He’d felt its frigid bite the day the snow roared down, had it steal all the breath from his lungs the day the Zero-X exploded, heard its white noise when the call had come about a hydrofoil.  He’d lost - or almost lost - so much, and seen the way it infected other families every time a rescue didn’t have a hundred percent success rate.  He’d been sure, so sure, he’d known what it could do.

The vice around his heart, frigid and thieving and loud, was all of those together and more.  Too many things, too much to take in, too much to react to, and he was gasping for breath he didn’t have, drowning on dry land.

“Virgil,” he gasped out, his brother’s name something wet and rasping all at once.  Brown eyes regarded him, warm and concerned and a little upset.  More than a little upset; he was hiding it but not well enough.  Not from Scott.

“Please,” his little brother said, and his voice tightened the vice until Scott thought his heart would stop.  “Stop saying my name like that.”

It was only force of will that kept Scott standing, kept him in the same room, because every fibre of his being was screaming for him to get out of there.  Before it killed him, so he could find a way to fix it, before he broke in front of the brothers he had to be strong for.

Even the one that didn’t remember him.

Especially the one that didn’t remember him.

Amnesia.  A head injury at just the right - wrong - spot, and now Virgil couldn’t remember them.  Couldn’t remember him.  His brown eyes were warm and concerned but also empty of that one spark that made Virgil Virgil.

They didn’t know if it was permanent.

Grandma had scans running, Brains was delving into research, but the simple fact of the matter was that it was entirely down to Virgil.  Either he’d remember, or he wouldn’t, and there was nothing Scott could do to make it happen.

They’d done everything they could; they’d surrounded him with familiarity, family in and out with Scott the constant because he couldn’t - couldn’t - leave even though every moment that passed with no recognition destroyed him just a little more inside.  A trip to the hangars, Thunderbird Two in all her beautiful green glory.  It hadn’t helped.

Now all they could do was wait.  Wait and hope and pray that Virgil’s brain would recover the memories in time.

Scott had never been good at waiting.  Waiting for the news that Mom hadn’t made it, waiting for the body they never found, waiting for Gordon to regain consciousness.  His job was to protect his family, to help them when things got tough.  To do things.  Fix things, because he was the big brother and all his little brothers needed him to be able to make the world right again - or at least to keep it turning.

Now he had a little brother who didn’t remember that.  A little brother who looked at him without a single spark of recognition but was still so painfully Virgil that he could tell everyone was upset and wanted to help them.

There were three other little brothers still looking to him, three different colours of eyes watching him with thinly veiled hope and belief that somehow, somehow, he could fix this.  Big brother could make it right again.  After all, there’d always been something between them, hadn’t there?  That mutual understanding that went beyond comprehension but was always, always there.

Scott could feel the gaping hole where it should be.  Where it was gone, and that alone had him crippled, because he’d had Virgil since he was four, almost as long as he could remember.  They’d always said nothing could tear them apart.  Even in his blackest days, days he’d done his damnest to block from his memories, it had been there.  But this?  One simple knock to the wrong part of a head, and it was gone.

“You don’t have to stay with me,” Virgil said, dragging him out of his mind and back into the room where his brother was watching him with those concerned yet sparkless eyes.

“Yes, I do,” he corrected.  His voice almost managed to stay steady.

“No,” Virgil said.  “You need to leave.”  The voice was all Virgil, but the words...  Virgil had never, ever, tried to send him away.  Not like that.

“Virgil-”

“You think watching you fall apart is helping me?” his brother demanded, shocking him into silence.  “I can barely remember my own name, you hovering isn’t going to change anything.  You’re just hurting yourself more.”

“No-”

“Get out.  Go do whatever you do to relax, and don’t come back until you don’t look like you’re about to shatter.”

Scott’s eye stung.  Virgil’s voice was making noises but they were nothing he would say.  His brother knew he could never relax when one of his brothers was in trouble, knew that he had to be there.  Knew that sending him away would always be infinitely more painful than sitting vigil by a bed.

But he didn’t know, because he didn’t remember.  Didn’t know he was tearing Scott’s heart out of his chest, one strip at a time.  Thought, in Virgil’s kind way, that it would help him.

Scott couldn’t correct him, though.  Because him staying was hurting Virgil, doing the absolute opposite of what he was supposed to be doing, where big brother was supposed to help, was supposed to make everything better.  Scott’s job was to fix things but now he was just breaking them more.

It was the worried brown eyes that did it.  Filled with pain and frustration but also worry and concern for him.  Scott’s other eye stung, at the same time something salty dripped into the corner of his mouth.

“I-”

“Go.”

Brown eyes were unwavering, and Scott swallowed with an unbearably tight throat.  One last moment of hesitation, one last silent plea for Virgil to change his mind, to let him stay, but he didn’t.

Scott barely made it out of the room before he broke, his knees crashing to the floor as the door shut behind him and his lungs shuddering and heaving as every breath that escaped was accompanied by a wrenching sob.

Virgil.  Scott had never felt so helpless, so useless, in his life.  Not only could he not fix it, but he couldn’t even reassure his brother like he normally would.  No, he’d just made things worse, his presence an additional stress on the brother who was going through hell.  So much so that Virgil - Virgil - had sent him away.

He didn’t know how his heart still had the space to beat, how it could keep going under the crushing pressure surrounding it.  His lungs were barely functioning, air replaced by salty sobs and hiccups.  Open eyes couldn’t see anything, his sight blurred beyond all comprehension.  Extremities were numb, muscles were locked rigid, and there was nothing he could do.

“Scott!”  Hands grasped at him, pawing and tugging in a futile attempt to get him to move.

“Scott?”  Quiet, worried.  Part of Scott stirred at it, recognising a little brother in distress, but it couldn’t break through the rest of him.

“Alan, go sit with Virgil.  You too, Gordon.”  A third voice joined in, the third and final little brother there to witness Scott’s greatest failure.

“But, Scott-”

“I’ve got him.”  Strong arms wrapped around him.  “You two check on Virgil.”

Hands fell away.

“Come on, Scotty.”  It was John talking, voice quiet and calm and everything Scott couldn’t be.  “Let’s get you off the floor.”

Scott’s limbs still weren’t responding, but John was stronger than he had any right to be with all the time he spent in space.  His younger brother dragged him upright, or at least to his feet, and then down the hallway.  Scott had minimal awareness of where they were going, barely able to put one foot in front of the other until there was something soft and he was sinking down onto it - into it.

John didn’t speak, but the arms didn’t leave him, holding him together so he didn’t have to.  It was wrong, another failure - he couldn’t fix Virgil, and now he couldn’t even reassure his other brothers either - but John was unrelenting and so were the tears.

“I-” he choked out, not sure what he was trying to say, but needing to say something.  “He- Virg-”  Another wave of sobs caught him, and John pulled him closer.

“Virgil’s strong,” John said, quietly but without a hint of doubt.  “Whatever happens, he’ll overcome it.”  Slender fingers coaxed through his hair, somehow more grounding than the arms around him.  “We’ll overcome it, Scott.  All of us, together.”

He shuddered involuntarily.  Together, John said, but Virgil didn’t even want him in the same room.  Found that he was hurting rather than helping.

“I couldn’t- couldn’t help,” he hiccupped, a painful admittance that burned his throat.  “He said-”

“You can’t help anyone when you’re a wreck yourself.”  John’s voice stayed level and calm.  “You know this, Scott.  Take a break.  Get some rest.  You don’t have to do this all alone.  He’s our brother, too.”

“But-”

“Rest, Scott.”  John didn’t raise his voice, but the command was clear nonetheless.  “You’re no good to Virgil like this.”

The words cut, but they didn’t burn like the words he’d been telling himself did.  John had always had a gift with words; coming from him, they were marginally easier to swallow.

“Go to him,” he begged.

“Alan and Gordon are with him,” John reminded him.  “He’s not alone.”

Scott knew that, but his heart still seized at the terror that somehow it wouldn’t be enough.  “Please.”

John’s fingers stilled in his hair.  “Okay,” he agreed.  The hands slipped away from him and Scott found himself toppling sideways onto the same soft that he was sat on.  A bed.

It shifted as weight lifted, and Scott blinked enough moisture away to see the vibrant ginger hair of his brother.

“John,” he rasped.  His brother paused.  “I’m sorry.”  Sorry for failing.  Sorry for being blind.  Sorry for being so useless.  “Thank you.”

“You’re not alone,” the Voice That Answers said.  “Either of you.”

John left, and Scott was left staring at the wall - pale silver, not his own - as his heart tried to wriggle free of the clamp around it.  John was right; John was always right.  They weren’t alone.  They would get through, one way or another.

The despair ebbed, just a fraction.

Just enough for him to breathe again.

[pillow-ghost-nan]

SessRin fanfiction rec list

Because quarantine happened and Inuyasha sequel happened, and I also happened to have read way to much fanfictions my life. So here, lemme share my favourite SessRin stuff with you. There are multichapters, one shots, smut fics, fluffy ones. Some are old, some new. Some are also more paternal than romantic. Nonetheless, all are good and I absolutely recommend them.

Multi-chapter:

Not My Enemy by PinkDragonStrike

Sesshoumaru has watched Rin grow from a child into a young woman. But when she decides that her life is not meant for the path that Sesshoumaru assumed she would walk, withholding thoughts and misunderstandings threaten to separate them.

I Hate Chocolate by paizley

Sesshomaru hates chocolate; Rin finds that hard to believe. He find chocolate to be vile and entirely unpalatable; she wants a chocolate wedding cake. Well, he has his reasons. In fact, these are reasons 1-10.

 Law and Disorder by PinkDragonStrike

Sesshoumaru Takahashi, the handsome player and infamously cold hearted defense attorney was counting down the days until his father's retirement so that the firm could fall into his hands. But when a toddler and a mock trial get thrown into the picture, the arrogant DA discovers a few new things about life, love, and law.

Fabricated Memories by 00Zero

He liked her more and more. The way Rin tried to get rid of him amused him. Cute. It would've work any other time, but not tonight. He wasn't the old fashion Hideki and wouldn't wait until the marriage night. Before the sunrise, she would be his.

Lost to Tomorrow by LDP88

It's been five hundred years. The world is different, but you are still the same. - Sesshomaru & Rin M A story for the adventurous reader, the thorough reader, the adult reader.

The Decisions We Make by mteagle128

A dark force from a long-forgotten past emerges, demanding payment for a deal that he will collect at any cost; spurring actions that leave Rin running for her life. Can she and Sesshoumaru find a way to defeat this creature?

Talking to the Moon by unlockthelore

On the night of the crescent moon, Rin confronts her fears while carrying the most precious gift she'd been given - life.

Rin: An InuYasha Fairytale by InuColey

Rin is growing up in InuYasha's village, as was Kaede's suggestion. The others have had their stories told... now it's her turn. As Rin grows older, she begins to wonder where her own journey will take her. Rated M for some adult themes and language.

Jaded Nights by Tinyfoots

All Sesshomaru wants is for Rin to be safe and happy. He visits her human village every so often in order to spoil her with extravagant gifts. But when he learns his unwillingness to take her with him is doing more harm than good, he decides to rip off the bandage and let her be. That is until one fateful night…

One shots/Two shots/Short

Ghosts by baka deshi

Just as every story has a beginning, every story ends somewhere--and sometimes, other stories go on. Rin Sesshoumaru.

Compliance of Wanting by Silindro

Sesshoumaru and Rin share a moment of wanting with a playful exchange of words leading up to their consummation.  Who needs a reason for a pointless lime fic?

Darkness by Fenikkusuken

OneShot. Darkness cannot hide the truth. Rated M for mature content

Entangled by alterfano

After Naraku, Sesshoumaru rebuilds his father’s dominion. Rin is key to his strategy, but even Sesshoumaru’s maneuvering cannot guess her ultimate role in the entanglements of his plans and his heart. 3rd Place Best Drama IYFG 2Q06. WARNING: Dark Fic.

When Rin was Half Asleep by Calypso Jones

RinSess. Sesshomaru is there to fill the needs in Rin's life even after he has sent her to live with a human family. It's short and more sketchy than story but it's exactly the way I imagined it. Review!

The Secret by Aryndiel

Lord Sesshoumaru's been hiding something, which Rin stumbles upon purely by accident.

Shadowland by Concave Patterns

The darkness brings with it memories both good and bad. Sesshomaru-centric, one shot.

A Warm Day by CatDemonKayo

When the warmth of summer causes Rin discomfort, Sesshomaru decides to show her a cool spring just outside of the palace walls.

How Love Works by Concave Patterns

Through the years, they play a constant game of waiting, leading and following.  Modern-day Sessh x Rin drabble full of citrus and fluff.

Two Sounds by NickeltheRed

Highlighting a situation where Sesshomaru is on edge regarding Rin's current pain filled state, and Jaken is nervous for his life once again if things go wrong. But two certain sounds may be enough to relieve the demon lord of his concern. A companion to Dragonfly Wings.

Have by Miss Momolo

Rin looked around the enthralling clearing as if she were about to say farewells to a long lost friend. "Can't we stay a little while longer, my lord?" "If that's what you wish," Sesshormaru started. "It is," she admitted. A/N: One-shot. Something to shake this writers block. Also trying something different.

Nameless by Miss Momolo

Her lord turns to her, failing to comprehend the meaning behind what she is trying to say. "What is?" She closes her eyes because she finds that it's hard to get the words through without feeling like an immature girl. Maybe she is being immature. She knew herself being red. She whispers "To kiss." Summary: Rin's first kiss One-shot

Just Another Normal Day At The Western Palace by 00Zero

"Ew, mom and dad are at it again," Ryo, a twelve year-old half demon boy made a face to her older sister Sora. "gross." "And how did you know? Did you peek on them again?" Sora brought both her hands to her waist staring her little brother down. 

Ever After by Llanrhydlad

Two ficlets: Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru, adrift in the modern world. [And one omake.]

Introspections by mteagle128

What could they be thinking? A collection of unrelated Sesshoumaru and/or Rin-centric drabbles. Ratings will vary from K-M.

Total manipulation by Didax

No one said having two twin daughters could be that troublesome. They would definitely do their best to try and play with something very precious to Sesshoumaru. Will they be able to convince him?

Not a Word by pushingcrazies

Rin reflects upon her lover's lack of loquaciousness. Whoa, breaking out the big words. Rated for implied sex.

Back to Life by InuColey

In which Rin and Sesshomaru are brought together in an unlikely place. AU. Two-shot.

Halcyon Days by Winterwing3000

Rin reflects on the time spent in the field with her child, a loving memory and Sesshomaru. Mature RinxSesshomaru!

Threads by Maiden of the Moon

Jaken had been given a double headed staff; Ah-Un, a majestic saddle. Convenient tokens. Necessary items. As she slept, he slipped into the blackness of the moonless night, stoically journeying until he found what he sought. [SessRin]

A bit of fun by TrustIssues

Rin is feeling playful and Sesshomaru retaliates. In a cute way.

Torn Kimonos by myravenspirit

Sesshomaru watches as Rin tears apart her old purple and pink kimonos. The twins are complaining that they are too hot, so their mother repurposes her old kimono for them. Very much to the amusement of Sesshomaru as he watches her in their bed. Sesshomaru wants to Rin to stop sewing and lie down with him, will he get his way? One-Shot!

That’s it! Message me if any link is not working. Or if you wanna recommend some more fics, that’s always welcome :D

[corpsentry]

post-botw thoughts

i put off defeating ganon for 5 months because i’m a clown but luckily my friends warned me of the lack of post-game content or shall we say the Nature of the post-ganon cutscenes so i was prepared.

NONETHELESS

several things (fanart) on this website have informed me over the months that they don’t, in fact, get a hug in the final cutscene so i wasn’t expecting that in particular but i was expecting something. something personal. something about yearning. something something when the knight/love/awkward-peer-in-lost-childhoods of your life comes back to you after a hundred years sleeping off the blood on his back and you can finally tell him everything you couldn’t when you were both burdened by the foreknowledge of a world on fire. i was more impressed by the dialogue from zelda while i was trying to shoot horse-ganon in the flaming asshole. i believe in your bravery and all that. at least that had a vibe. that being said ‘do you remember me’ is a good line and i will be returning to this at a later point.

the second cutscene which i’m assuming is the one you get from all the memories (or is it the other way around?) raised a fuck ton of questions in my small clowny head. for example how did zelda get her old blue ‘fit back? i’m assuming everything in the castle rotted away or went up in flames so either they found an old pattern lying around somewhere or she had it remade with line-by-line instructions to the seamstress. also where is she living exactly? last i checked while looking for weapons in the castle after a blood moon the whole place is a shitshow, and i imagine with all the bullshit ganon pulled by blasting a hole right through the floor of the sanctum and everything that the structural integrity of the whole thing is more or less gone. link has the house in hateno, but is that more symbolic or a practical place of return? do they have to find people to help them rebuild the castle? who is willing?

the zora remember zelda, and so do the sheikah, but the master sword and the events of a hundred years ago are so far away for the rest of hyrule that they seem to view it more as legend (hsdfhoshdfosdf) or myth than reality. in the last cutscene they’re headed to zora’s domain to hang out and catch fish but how’d they convince the rest they’re real? does anyone remember the princess with the sealing power? some of them remember the sword. but the rest. the rest seems to have gone up along with the rest of the castle.

a final, slightly unrelated, very personal thought: if you think about it i guess the lack of Yearning could be justified by the fact that despite these two having known each other for literally a hundred years they’re not the same people they were when hyrule fell. i like to think link learned a bit about self-expression and repression by getting mauled by bears and sleeping in stables all around the kingdom and i like to think zelda had a nice cup of ceylon tea with ganon during one of their lunch breaks but in all seriousness i would be very caught off guard if the (gorgeous, albeit) voice in my head suddenly became a person in front of me who smiled at me like the motherfucking sun. so that’s something i want to explore. imagine meeting an old friend you haven’t seen in several years. maybe you were close in middle school, or maybe you were close in college. but things happened in between, and sure, you’re still devastated by her eyes, but they’re slightly different from how you remember them. so now you’ve got to catch up with and to each other. or something

final final thought (i promise): ganon had a thorax

[dazais-guardian-angel]

☕️+ what things do you wish they did with descole (because I am weak and he’s my fave)

Apologies for the late reply to this; tbh I almost didn’t want to answer it, cause I feel like nothing I’ll say will be something others haven’t already discussed (especially since I just saw you asked someone else this same question), and also I’ve only ever played the prequels once back when they first came out and I haven’t reached them again in my replay yet, so I’m not fresh on everything done with his character and all the Azran/Targent stuff. But nonetheless:

In general, obviously, I wish Desmole’s character “arc” if you can even call it that as it is now + plot twists/identity had been much more fleshed out from the get-go and consistent with who they ultimately made him be, that is, Hershel’s brother and someone who never should have legitimately wanted to hurt him or people close to him. While I think the worst of this really only comes out in Eternal Diva, where he literally tries to swordfight Hershel to death and kill Luke on one occasion cause he goes insane once Hershel out-puzzles him, there really just should have been more nuance to him in the first two entries especially (and in Miracle Mask too of course, but he’s barely in that game so) where he shows some level of frustration and hesitance to go up against Hershel and his crew, even if he still does so because he absolutely has to carry out his revenge plan. Just SIGNS that there’s more to this guy than just a walking one-dimensional mysterious deadly flamboyant badass, beyond just Hershel going “hm he feels familiar”, like no of course that’s not near enough. Even if Desmole’s true identity still wasn’t going to be revealed until Azran Legacy, there still needed to be hints, breaks in his facade/character, hesitation, signs of remorse, even if some of these hints are not outright foreshadowing to a familial relationship/desire for revenge. He could still lose it in Eternal Diva, but just make it seem more desperate and broken, and less kill-crazy. Give him moments of humanization, show that Descole can be kind, such as around Melina or Nina; what I honestly wanted to see was him having interactions around girls other than Aurora where his fatherly nature might show (not that him and Aurora aren’t great, I just wanted more); he had to have spent a lot of time around Melina while making the Detragan, and the potential for their relationship while she was dying is so much. Hershel should have had more moments of familiarity, and thinking about him when he’s not around, trying to figure him out, demanding to know who he is because he feels like he needs to know for some reason he can’t describe, and Descole’s answers/non-answers are extremely telling/bitter/curious/thought-provoking. And Descole should imo have had a scene to himself at the end of every entry pre-Azran Legacy where it’s increasingly obvious this guy has Angst(tm) and some beef with Hershel that seems personal and not just to do with getting in the way of his plots, along with all the earlier hints obviously (iirc he had a final scene at the end of Last Spector but it was nothing more than showing “hey we’re not done with this guy!!”, so that definitely should have had more to it; at the end of Eternal Diva I REALLY wanted to see how he survived his fall, probably with Raymond saving him, cue more ~mysterious reactions to Hershel~ as he thinks on how Hershel cried out his name as he was falling despite the fact that they were enemies, etc; and then the one at the end of Miracle Mask is okay I guess, but I still wanted more to it, more, idk signs of regret or remorse or sadness from him before he goes after Bronev, and not just “grrrrrr finally my revenge is close I’mma take you down all I have is angerrRRRRR” also for him to not look so damn stupid when all Bronev has to do is knee him to take him down, like this is DESCOLE, THE KING OF BADASS, THAT ENDING IS SO PITIFUL; WE DIDN’T NEED THAT FOR A FAKEOUT UNMASKING SCENE THAT LEADS NOWHERE).

tl;dr, Desmole’s story being planned from the very beginning would have made it possible for the writers to foreshadow and develop him properly before you finally see him as Desmond, and make you attached to and interested in him much more than just as a cool badass you kinda wonder the identity of but mostly just enjoy watching be badass and evil. The PL series had never had an overarching villain in the main trilogy aside from Don Paolo, who was more of a comic relief villain who they could afford to not make up his beef with/connection to Hershel until the final game because it was a very insignificant reason in the grand scheme of things, and Don Paolo just..... wasn’t that integral to the plots of that trilogy, he was more of a bonus background villain not meant to be taken seriously or have any true emotional impact. But then you have Descole introduced as the key threat over the majority of the prequel series (you think it’s the Masked Gentleman this time, but no lol, it’s still Descole!!), and needless to say, “actually the protagonist’s long-lost brother trying to get revenge on their corrupt father, both of which are involved in an ancient civilization that ruined all their lives in multiple ways” is a biiiiiiit more important than... “jealous dead girlfriend rival” lol. And so there’s a jarring disconnect between pre-Miracle Mask Descole and post-Miracle Mask Descole, because the Azran aren’t even a thing until Miracle Mask at ALL, and so in Last Spector and Eternal Diva Descole just seems like this mad scientist with a dramatic flair and nothing more, who mayyyyyyyy be searching for eternal life? Since that seems to be the running theme with the golden garden and ambrosia? But even then literally nothing is revealed about him in that game and movie so who knows (and unrelated but it seems like those two places have literally no connection to the Azran aside from an offhanded mention of them in Miracle Mask? idk man); the point I’m taking way too long to make here is that it’s very clear the writers had no endgame plan for him until Miracle Mask at the earliest, and even then I wonder how much of it was completely hashed out (considering the... sort of mess that Azran Legacy is, I almost wonder if most of it was literally not decided on until then). My guess is that Descole was super popular after Last Spector so they decided to bring him back (his final scene in that game could have just been to show that he survived and was still “out there somewhere”, whether or not he came back next entry), but then realized they didn’t have a backstory or identity for him so they had to think up something way too late; I can’t confirm this though of course.

Then you get to Azran Legacy, and honestly, despite how bizarre and weirdly unimportant and filler-ish 90% of this game’s plot feels, I love the inherent idea of Descole finally coming to Hershel as himself. Hershel always shows up and gets in his way? Fine, he’ll come to him. He always sees through his disguises? Fine, he’ll come to him in the best disguise he has: himself. Ask him for his help in a mission his curiosity won’t let him refuse. Because then, of course, even though Desmond is doing this to further and finish his plot, and use them as tools, essentially, there’s the wonderfully painful obvious second reason for why he chooses to do things this way, and that is he wants to spend time with his brother, whether or not he consciously realizes this. This way, Desmond can be himself, he doesn’t have to hide his appearance or (most) intentions and can freely express a lot of his regular personality while still working towards his ultimate goal, but at the exact same time there’s so much he can’t show, that he can’t reveal or let himself do, and this has to be a hundred times harder than when he’s posing as Descole because now he’s friends with Hershel and the others, and a part of him must want so desperately to just stay with them forever as he spends more and more time with them and grows more attached to them, (again, no matter how much he may realize this). But this is where his “arc” continues to fall flat in that aside from one or two hints towards his daughter and having a brother, there is literally no depth in Desmond’s behavior in Azran Legacy pre-Descole/brother reveal, just like in all the entries before it. He should have shown small signs here and there of something being “off” with him, of sadness, of hesitation, of trauma and mental instability; strange things said to Hershel alone that makes him and the player start wondering things, just like with Descole. Everyone immediately goes, upon seeing Desmond for more than five minutes, “oh that’s Descole obviously” (plus Raymond is just... there lol), but it’s not for the right reasons; there’s nothing wrong with a predictable plot twist, but there needs to be some kind of hints towards it to make you emotionally invested in what you realize is coming, because you’re waiting for it and you know it will hurt but you just don’t know when and how it will happen; not that you guess it for no other reason than “well there’s this new character who isn’t an existing friend of Layton’s and everything is suspiciously calm and we’re 90% of the way through this and Descole has yet to show himself; it’s probably him”. For the record, I actually think Miracle Mask does its predictable plot twist a lot better, even if that game still has issues; I see a lot of people complain about how predictable Randall being the masked gentleman is, and it is, but honestly? The flashback plot mechanic in that game is EXTREMELY effective in 1) making it VERY clear who the masked gentleman is very early on, like they’re not trying to hide it in any way, but also 2) punching you in the gut to maximum effect when you get to the end of the flashbacks and pair it with the present-day plot. Like, they could have just told the player in dialogue/infodumps throughout the game who Randall was and what his connection to Hershel, Angela and Henry was, like Desmond does to Hershel near the end of Azran Legacy, but that would have been tedious and boring and the player wouldn’t care near as much, and the game wouldn’t have been long enough. Instead, you see it firsthand, you experience it with Hershel, and although I’m frustrated at how little is done with masked gentleman!Randall and showing connections/hints to who he used to be (look, my exact problems with Descole) and making Hershel more involved with him at the end, which would have been the icing on the angst cake, the entire flashback half of that game honestly left a huge impact on me and I think that’s why I spend so much time talking about/getting emotional about Miracle Mask despite always saying that Diabolical Box is my favorite, because getting to know Randall and see that friendship and see how it ended just makes it all hit so much harder, as flashbacks should do. The writers knew it would be obvious who the masked gentleman is and they leaned into that, it was a very deliberate choice, what the entire game revolved around, because the point wasn’t that it was unpredictable, but that you would feel for that character and it would hurt so much more. And while I don’t necessarily think Azran Legacy needed full-on flashback gameplay segments for Desmond like Miracle Mask had, I think having vague flashbacks every once in a while throughout that game, vague enough to not directly tell you it’s him or naming/showing Hershel/Theodore much but clear enough that you can reasonably guess it is Desmond, would have done a world of difference, along with all the little behavioral/dialogue hints I mentioned. Similar to the diary entries in Diabolical Box, or if anyone’s ever played Super Paper Mario, the flashbacks in that game after every chapter about an unknown person that it becomes increasingly obvious as you play through the game is the main villain. I just.... really, really wish, out of all the prequel entries, Azran Legacy gave Desmond so much more emotional depth and resonance once we finally see him as Desmond instead of Descole, so many more scenes with Hershel, and to a lesser extent the others, so much more development of his character, so much more of an emphasis put on his prior family and how much he’s hurting and caring and yet at the same time refuses to give up his revenge; all of this, no matter how obvious it made his identity as both Descole and as Hershel’s brother. The brother plot twist, too, feels slightly lame and overdone and out of nowhere, but honest to god I wouldn’t fucking care at all if they just foreshadowed it properly and made it so painfully obvious how much Descole/Desmond wants to be with Hershel and this family and how much it kills him to turn on them all again at the end of Azran Legacy even if he still goes through with it, and how much he regrets everything as he lays dying in Hershel’s arms, but we get none of that goddammitLevel5whydoyoudeprivemeofsomuch-

*ahem* apparently I still had a lot to say. i just wanted so much more for him; he’s SUCH a tragic character... the stupid wannabe phantom of the opera bread man still makes me cry, despite everything, because i am trash. Oh yeah and he should have held Aurora in his arms as she died. And Azran Legacy should have ended post-credits with Hershel opening his door with his hat off (to show that this is after Unwound Future), his eyes widening, then it shows the bottom half of the person’s face, just enough to see the bread hair tips, and the slight sad smile, and then cut to black. level-5 just hire the PL fandom to make the Desmond spinoff game pls

[chibimonkey]

I reblogged something to my ffamranxii sideblog the other day. It wasn’t political, or a shitpost, or fandom-related. All it said was “the person I reblogged this from is someone I enjoy seeing on my dash.” I’ll admit I did it for purely selfish reasons. I wanted someone to reblog it from me. For them to see it and go “oh hey ffamranxii posts some neat shit” and to tell me through the act of reblogging that, even if I’m just posting some cute unrelated shit, or reblogging a meta discussion, or a cool fanart, that they notice me. That for one brief, microscopic minute I am a blip in someone else’s radar. That I exist, and for just a second, even if it’s because I posted some thing they also like, someone appreciates that I do.

No one reblogged it. Not a single person. I have over nine hundred followers on that blog, who reblog my fandom shit all the time, but this? In this one small thing, I’m invisible.

I know it’s stupid. It’s not like this is even the first time. All my oc posts, and anything where I try and talk about how I’m having a bad time, is just... overlooked. I talk about shouting into the void a lot, but that doesn’t really get my point across. I feel unseen and unheard. I feel completely invisible, no matter how hard I try not to be. I feel like a glitch in the matrix - unwanted, and not supposed to be here in the first place.

I’ve felt like this since I was three or four years old. I remember asking from a very young age what’s wrong with me, why can’t I be like normal kids? Why can’t I talk to people, and why don’t they listen? It’s like their eyes slide right over me, and my words go in one ear and out the other. I had a breakdown the other day to my mom. About how I’m not okay, how I’ve been very obviously not okay for years, and how I feel useless and ugly and incompetent. She just stood there and didn’t say anything, didn’t move a muscle as I was crying to her that I feel like no one cares about me or wants me around and how if it weren’t for my cats I wouldn’t even be alive right now. She didn’t follow me upstairs when I was done. She never brought it up at all.

I’ve been hearing “it gets better” since I was fifteen years old and that is absolutely not fucking true. Every single year, no matter how hard I try and how much faith I have in that statement - “it gets better” - my life gets worse. I’m thirty now, and in the past fifteen years I’ve been abused and assaulted and insulted; I’ve been thrown out of my home by my abusive ex and again by my father. I’ve been gaslighted and lied to and manipulated. I lost a child and had her replaced by cats - cats I love, dearly, but cats nonetheless; and I’ve had to sit back and watch them be abused by my then boyfriend and neglected by my parents, whose house I can’t afford to leave. I was overworked and bullied and harassed so horrifically at my past two jobs that I became suicidal and started self harming after having stopped for six years, and I am now so terrified of people I can’t leave my house, and barely manage to leave my bed. My therapist dumped me out of the blue, and said me and my life were too much for her. I and my cat children are regularly insulted by my father, to the point where I dread when he’s home, even if he’s asleep. I lost all my friends, and most days I think I never had any to begin with. I reached out, again and again, to my family and people who told me they cared, and been rebuffed or ignored at every turn. It doesn’t get better.

I spend between twelve and seventeen hours a day in bed, most of it asleep and the rest just curled into a ball. My appetite is gone. My hygiene is bad, because for six months during my last job I broke down every single day in the shower over everything happening to me, and the thought of standing in the shower now still fills me with dread and unease. I don’t have insurance, and my money is almost gone, so I can’t see a doctor and try to get medicated for my depression again, and I’m terrified of being dropped abruptly by another therapist. I lost a front tooth due to shoddy dental work and can’t afford to replace it, and no dental office or oral surgeon around takes Medicaid, even if I was on it, and I’m so embarrassed to speak with a missing front tooth that I just... don’t, most days. Nothing holds my interest anymore. I used to love to read and watch tv and draw and play video games and write, but I lose focus after twenty minutes, and my last attempt at posting my writing - the latest chapter to a fic that had a handful of followers - was met with silence, and now when I try I’m filled with self doubt so terrible I just give up.

And no one, no matter how much I blatantly state I want them to, has ever asked me if I’m okay. It’s like screaming in a crowded room and no one even notices me, not unless they need a scapegoat to vent their own frustrations. I can’t even open my mouth anymore without my father screaming “SHHHHHH STOP YELLING,” so I don’t. I don’t have a support system. I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m not okay, and I just want someone to give a shit about that. I hate myself so much, and every single day I hate myself more and more. It doesn’t fucking get better. I TRIED. I tried so hard. But there’s something wrong with me, something about me that makes people look at me and go “fuck that bitch.” I mean, at my last job, my then boyfriend was diagnosed with cancer and nearly died, and I had to take time off to be with him because we thought he WAS going to die, and NO ONE ever asked me if he or I were okay. I came back my first day and was immediately written up for something I didn’t do and wasn’t allowed to dispute and my coworkers all called me “what’s her face” or “move.” Like. Who does that?

There’s something wrong with me, some critical update that other people got in their How To Be A Person software that I just don’t have. That’s glaringly obviously missing when I try and interact with people. And I know life isn’t the same as on tv but... other people have friends and family who support them, don’t they? Isn’t that, like, a real thing? Why don’t I? Why doesn’t anybody care?

Honestly, I’m expecting the same reception here that I got on my sideblog and with my mother. I just. Need. To get this off my chest, because I haven’t left my room in three days or my house in over a month or talked to another person in I don’t know how long and every time I bring that up as an example of not being okay I feel like no one else feels that way. Like maybe I’M wrong for thinking that’s not normal. And then I just spiral again about how there’s something wrong with me.

[plastic-lamb]

Puppet

Members: yandere!(?)Seonghwa x fem!reader

Warnings: all the implications of yandere stuff, mentions of abuse, objectification (to the extreme), kind of implied noncon at points? Just proceed with caution

A/n: this ended up being....long. I started this with the intention of it being short and sweet, but in my delirium I kind of just word vomited. Oopsie.

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Seonghwa always took very good care of you.

From the first night you spent in his house to now, about two and a half years later, he spent every day meticulously and patiently molding you into his perfect little doll.

He fed you, bathed you, even dressed you and did your makeup and hair every single day. He made sure you got plenty of sunlight by allowing you to sit in the alcove that overlooked the garden in his backyard (the second best thing to going outside, which you were forbidden to do). He let you entertain yourself by watching television (every show, movie, documentary, whatever, all checked by him beforehand to make sure that they were appropriate). Everything that he put on your body, every dress, pair of socks, cosmetics, even hairbrushes, were all of the highest quality and very expensive. Money was no object when it came to his doll.

That's what you were to him, that was your purpose. Nothing more than a toy, an object that he owned but nonetheless cared deeply for. He expected nothing from you except to sit around and look pretty and use your holes whenever he wanted.

You couldn't really remember much of what life was like before Seonghwa kidnapped acquired you. It didn't matter anyway, thinking about it too much hurt your head so it must have been pretty miserable back then. Your entire life now revolved around him, you depended on him for survival. In the short time he had you, Seonghwa managed to take the person you were before, break her down bit by bit, and reshape her into his own personal mindless toy that he used to fulfill all his perverse desires, both sexual and nonsexual.

You only had one incident in which Seonghwa had to punish you severely. A month in to staying with him, the realization that if you didn't escape that you would be trapped there forever set in. That night, you managed to pick the lock to your room and the front door and made a mad dash away from his house. You didn't make it very far.

Seonghwa dragged you back into the house by your hair, all the way down to his basement where he stripped you naked and forced you inside a dog cage barely big enough for you to fit in. He was silent and calculated and left you sitting there in the dark for just three days, but it felt like an eternity as your body screamed in agony from the curled up position you were stuck in, as well as from hunger and thirst. So many thoughts raced through your head, you thought that perhaps he was going to leave you there to rot, inconsolably angry that you broke his most important rule of staying in the house. Perhaps he forgot about you, perhaps he already found someone else to fulfill his needs. What if you weren't the only person he's taken? What if in the dark there were others, corpses that you didn't know were there solemnly waiting for you to join them? You heard a sound, a shifting, probably created entirely by your mind but it made you scream, calling for him, begging him to let you out, promising that you'd be good from now on. He went down and retrieved you only moments later.

That was his motif, he would never do a thing to hurt you outright, he never raised his hand or his voice at you, his abuse was entirely psychological. And it worked.

That was all in the past though.

You watched him in the reflection of the vanity as he ever so carefully pinned your hair back so he could clean the makeup off your face. You had your legs clamped together, hoping he wouldn't notice how clearly aroused you were. For some reason that night you desperately wanted an orgasm, just one, but you knew he probably wouldn't give it to you.

Regardless, Seonghwa was going to find out how wet you were, and from that would be two possibilities. One: he'd fuck you until he orgasmed, then would clean you up and leave you frustrated or two: just send you to bed and leave you frustrated. You'd just have to wait and see how tired he was.

"Stand up, puppet." He didn't really need to say anything as he grabbed your arms and gently lifted you to your feet, acting like you'd shatter into a million pieces if he was too rough. Your breath hitched as he got on his knees in front of you and began to slide your stockings down your legs. You could hear your heart pounding in your chest as he ordered you to hold up your skirt so he could take your panties off.

"My my.." Seonghwa gasped a little in false surprise when he saw how drenched your underwear were. Casually as can be he reached up and dragged one of his long fingers between your folds, grinning when your legs visibly tensed up. "Wanna tell me why you're so wet, doll?" He looked you dead in the eyes as he put his glistening finger in his mouth.

You cleared your throat, not used to being permitted to speak. "I... I wanna cum, please, Seonghwa," you murmured, hoping he took note of you asking politely. Seonghwa hummed in response, moving to hug your leg, placing his head and hand on your thigh. "I see. Yeah, now that I think of it, my poor little doll hasn't had an orgasm in a while, has it?" You shook your head, causing him to let out a little 'aww' as he soothingly rubbed your thigh.

"You poor thing. I bet its uncomfortable being this wet, hm?" You nodded, feeling a tiny spark of dread in the pit of your stomach.

"I feel so bad for you. I do! It upsets me when my little doll is unhappy... But.." There it was. The pin dropped and you couldn't help but to tear up a little.

"You're just a doll and dolls don't need to orgasm, do they? Speak." You sniffled a little before clearing your throat once again. "No, Seonghwa, dolls don't need orgasms." You felt defeated, all hope gone as you waited for him to finish the routine and send you to bed. But he didn't. You couldn't help but jump a little when he placed an open mouthed kiss on your inner thigh.

"Then again, you taste so good, and you've been such a good toy lately... Maybe just this once I'll give in to your selfishness." He placed another opened mouth kiss on your thigh before standing up. Seonghwa helped you out of your dress before guiding you to your bed, but he didn't get on it with you. He laughed a little at your confused expression.

"I'll be right back, I'm going to go get some things. In the meantime, I want you to touch yourself. Slowly... That's it, good doll." Under his guidance you dragged your middle finger in agonizingly slow circles on your clit, the sensation both too much and not remotely enough. It felt strange, your own body felt so foreign to you as you realised you hadn't been allowed to touch yourself in years. Sure, being a creature made from flesh you found it comfortable to sometimes slip your hands in your underwear and rest like that, but you didn't dare properly touch yourself.

Seonghwa watched you, walking backwards to the door that connected your room and his before disappearing behind it. You momentarily wondered what his room was like, and felt a small pining as your mind drifted to your master sleeping alone, a thought that you always wanted to address to him, were you ever allowed to speak. You wondered if he ever felt lonely and why he didn't want to share a room with you, not even after all this time. You didn't even know what it looked like in there.

Lost in thought, you barely noticed him come back into your room carrying a small maroon box. Seonghwa placed himself between your legs, setting the box down next to him.

"Alright. Enough, puppet." Seonghwa demanded, his tone soft but stern. You immediately your ministrations, obediently placing your hands on your stomach. You idly watched him reach to open the box, wondering what could possibly be inside, your imagination making you get all the more excited.

Seonghwa tapped his finger against his lips, pondering the contents. Occasionally he'd reach for something, then hesitate before pulling his hand away. The anticipation was killing you, but you did not move an inch, nor did you make a single sound.

Eventually, Seonghwa fished a small paintbrush from the box. The hairs were fluffy but firm, holding their shape perfectly as he rolled his thumb over the bristles a couple times. Seemingly satisfied with the quality, he looked up at you, holding the paintbrush where you could clearly see it.

"Do you know what this is, doll?" Of course you did, but you shook your head anyway.

"This is a paintbrush. It's very soft, feel it." You reached up and barely touched the bristles before he pulled it away a little and you put your hand back on your stomach.

"I'm going to use this on you, I'll give your poor pussy all the attention it selfishly desires; but there is a catch." He leaned forward, his sharp features suddenly looked so menacing in the warm, dim light of your bedroom. "If you cum, I will never, never let you cum again. Not a single time for the rest of your life, no matter how much you beg and plead and cry. But, if you can resist like a good little doll, I'll let you cum on my cock, and if you're really good and make me cum before you do, I'll eat you out." Your head was spinning, the constant fog over your mind was unrelenting and you had to make a proper effort to remember what he was saying.

"So, in short, you cum once on this paintbrush and it'll be the last time you ever do. If you don't, you may get two orgasms tonight, one from my cock and one from my mouth. Understand?" He knew that long instructions left you confused, which allowed him to gaslight you constantly by changing rules without you realising, leaving you doomed to lose at every game he played with you. However, tonight he was feeling rather generous.

You nodded vigorously, spreading your legs a little wider. It was just a paintbrush, how hard could it be to not cum from it?

Harder than you thought. Without much warning, Seonghwa immediately started, slowly and gently dragging the brush up between your folds and against your clit. The brush hardly touched you, but for some reason it sent tingles soaring through your body. The way each individual bristle poked and rubbed against your clit, even just the ends, felt unlike anything you felt before.

Seonghwa noticed the way you twitched ever so slightly. An annoyingly human response he couldn't control. "I think if you can hold out for, say, 10 minutes, then I'll reward you," he said casually, stroking your pussy with the brush again. Your mouth went dry. You were so wet that Seonghwa would have to change your bedding as you had created a small puddle under your ass, your clit was so sensitive from being ignored for so long and then getting awakened by the minimal stimulation it got from your fingers moments before. All factors heightened your sensitivity, making your body feel painfully aware of every stroke of the paintbrush. You could probably hold out for two minutes tops, but not ten.

You desperately searched for something to distract yourself with, something you could focus on to tear your mind away from the sensations between your legs. You stared upwards at the fabric making the canopy over your bed. The way the deep red fabric shone a little in the light caused it to create pretty warm-toned colors. Just look at the colors, you told yourself, your eyes following the lights and shapes madly.

Seonghwa was incredibly amused. He did not have a fetish for sexually ruining people, it was messy and unattractive to him, but a bubbling sadism urged him to shatter his stoic little doll and turn it into a blubbering mess, just this once.

"Doll." He noticed your fluttering eyes, knowing all too well what you were trying to do. You looked at him hesitantly, trying not to focus too hard on how beautifully menacing his face looked in the light. "Just this once I give you permission to squirm and make noise, but you may not use words." He was filled with desire to shatter his perfect doll and put all the pieces back together again, the mental torture of suddenly being allowed to do something you were strictly trained not to do for years not lost to him.

You were uneasy to say the least. It was easy to let yourself move as most of your movement was involuntary, now you simply didn't have to control it. The noise was more difficult, being silent for so long left your voice weak, but you assumed that since he gave you permission, he wanted to hear you. So, you let yourself focus on the pleasure for just a moment, enough to elicit a breathy whine from deep within your throat. Giving in just that once caused it to become much harder to restrain yourself afterward. You couldn't help all the whines and moans slipping past your lips as he continued to tenderly drag the brush against you.

God you wanted to let go. You just wanted to let the pleasure wash over you and give you everything you were waiting for, no matter the consequences. But you held on, throwing your arms over your eyes and concentrating hard on trying not to let go. Seonghwa almost felt proud of you, you were resisting surprisingly well.

In reality, he wasn't keeping track of how much time had passed, expecting you to break within mere minutes. However, your resolve flattered him, assuming you really wanted his cock, and who was he to say no to that?

Without any warning, Seonghwa took advantage of you covering your eyes to skillfully undo his belt with a single hand, managing to shimmy his pants and underwear down to his knees, letting his cock spring free, all while still teasing you with the paintbrush. Wordlessly, he set the paintbrush down and slid himself into you, causing you to gasp and move your arms to look at him. The insertion wasn't painful at all, in fact you were so used to him using you while you were hardly wet that it actually felt pleasant. The gasp came from a mix of pure surprise and pure agony at the realisation that now you were faced with a choice, to let him fuck you to bliss or to hold on even longer and get rewarded with his beautiful mouth. At least you were beyond getting your orgasms lost forever, so you felt that weight lift off your shoulders.

Slowly, Seonghwa began rocking his hips, languidly enjoying the way you felt. He loved your warmth so much, you felt so good- no, perfect around him that made him so happy he had you. Your mouth and ass were fine, but your cunt made him fall in love with you all over again every time he used it, as if your body's natural warmth could replace the emotional warmth he sometimes desired from you, the only thing he could never train you to give him.

Grabbing your thighs, he quickened his pace. You groaned, grabbing the bedding underneath you and clenching it until your hands hurt. He made sure he fucked you deep, keeping himself buried inside you only ever pulling out about halfway. This caused his pubic bone to repeatedly slam against your clit, causing shockwaves of pleasure right inside you, tightening the coils that much more with each thrust.

As usual, he didn't give any verbal cues to let you know how close he was, he had gotten very good at keeping his composure. Cautiously, you clenched around him, worried that it would make you cum, but also hopeful that maybe it would milk his orgasm out of him. The small groan that escaped his lips told you that maybe things would work out in your favor.

"You're really trying your hardest to earn your two orgasms, aren't you puppet?" He grinned, devilishly flashing his perfect white teeth before his face fell again. "You're so selfish, you know. Trying to get me to cum faster so you can get what you want. You're also incredibly lucky that I love you enough to let you get away with it, for now." You shuddered at his words, his cold tone leaving you breathless.

Seonghwa picked up the pace, flinging one of your legs over his shoulder to fuck you at an angle that made your vision flash white every time he thrusted into you. "I'm curious about what it would be like if I really fucked you stupid, if I made you cum so much you couldn't speak or think even if I asked you to." It was truly amazing how he was able to keep his tone steady as he was brutally fucking you into your mattress. "Sometimes I want to just break you beyond repair, to turn your brain into useless mush and really turn you into a proper doll." His pace faltered just a bit, and you were filled with hope and newfound resolve as you realised he was close.

"I bet you'd like that, you stupid little toy. You'd love to n-never be able to think again, not even be able to move on your own. You'd just lay here in this bed, I'd use..use you without even having to command you to give yourself to me. A perfect, brain-dead fucktoy, just for me. Because you're mine, all mine, mine mine mine mine mineminemine. When you die, I'll be the one who will fucking kill you" Tears were streaming down your face at this point, both at the way you were rapidly being pushed to the edge you so desperately tried to avoid, as well at his words that you could only really get the gist of as your mind had a thick fog cast over it.

Seonghwa scared you. The fear kept you obedient. You knew he was capable of doing something cruel, you knew he always kept his word and his threats were never empty. You didn't love him, you just depended on him. You didn't know that the reason he was put himself through the trouble of taking you and training you was out of love. Or, rather, his sick, twisted version of love. If anything happened to you, if you suddenly fell ill or if someone broke into his home and hurt you or took you, he wouldn't be able to handle it. He could not live without you in his life, because you were his life. He would never tell you this though, fearing he'd lose his leverage over you.

So, naturally, this sudden sadism that hit him the moment you begged him for an orgasm mildly disturbed him. At the same time, the way you reacted was so decadent it made him want to just eat you up. Which is why he decided that he would graciously cum first, letting the twisted filth that fell from his mouth take its affect on you, your reactions bringing him to the peak and pushing him over almost simultaneously.

His orgasm hit him so suddenly that it actually surprised him, causing his body to lurch forward. He only just barely stopped himself from collapsing on top of you as he released into you, his hips continuing to move almost involuntarily. The feeling of being filled did it for you, finally throwing you over the edge. You screamed, chanting Seonghwa's name as if it was the only word you knew as you violently shook and convulsed under him. Your first orgasm in months wracked through your body and by God it was worth the wait.

The two of you laid still for a while, rebuilding your energy. Seonghwa lazily kissed the side of your face and neck during this time, whispering praises in your ear, telling you that you served your purpose well. That filled you with joy.

After what felt like an eternity, Seonghwa got up, causing you to shudder as you realised just how hot his body against yours made you. He retrieved a wet rag from your bathroom and used it to carefully clean you, once again treating you like you'd shatter under his touch. You closed your eyes, completely spent, but your moment of relaxation didn't last long as you felt him settle between your legs.

"Time for your reward, puppet, you earned it. Let's see if you can handle coming on my tongue until I get bored."

[cloudy-dayys]

Tell me more about your sky spirit

final hope? omg i havent gotten an ask about them in so long tysm!!!

ill do their backstory info about them plus some facts!! (this is an AU since i dont know actual lore about the game, its fun guessing and including my character!)

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Final Hope, lesser known as 'Courageous Swordsman', started off as a normal person within wasteland (before everything hit the fan). They always had an interest in fighting and being a leader, so they were recruited to join the army and train alongside the captain. They even reported to the Elder of the land for more serious training and began to grow within the ranks. Soon enough, they themselves were an off branching captain, guarding the realm with Elder and an army man. They didn't work well with the common spears and shields, so with the help of forest Elder and wasteland Elder, crafted a sword of light that is more durable and handy for them.

They trained and trained until they became the perfect soldier with said sword. Many were scared to approach them due to their hardness of shell, but they were respected with fear nonetheless.

However, it all came crashing down when the realms went under attack because of the corruption from the king. The Swordsman never knew or associated themselves with the king, due to the fact that they didn't trust nor believe in a monarchy like that. Darkness grew, buildings collapsed, the dark dragons came in and killed every source of light they saw, flashes of storms and destruction caused mayhem. Eden, what was known as, had been obliterated. Nothing could've been recovered, and the high winds took a toll on the vault, valley and wasteland.

Wasteland Elder recruited armies to try and recover bodies now dosed in darkness and survivors. However, Final Hope disobeyed orders in a fit of rage, and went above to Eden to try and somehow stop this murderous mess because of the king. The captain couldn't find them the minute they left, and was forced to keep helping people. There was no time.

Final Hope had one goal in mind and it was to kill the king with their sword of light. They took an army of people and they fought their way towards the top. Though, many had been killed off due to the sudden appearance of the dark dragons. This left Final Hope and 60-ish soldiers remaining and fighting their way.

When they finally reached the top, no one was expecting anything they saw.

Red flaming hot crystals scattered across the now destroyed area, what was left is now covered in rubble. The winds were so strong that it blew people back, flying into the red rocks and killing them almost instantly. (This is why you see the corpses everywhere in Eden.)

Final Hope had never been trained for this before. No one had been. They didn't know what to do. They saw their comrade's bodies strewn across the battle field, and the king's power and destruction grew by destroying light.

It was all terror. They'd wish it was a nightmare but it never ended. The darkness was so strong no one could even reach the afterlife. They were trapped within the storm.

Final Hope was in a blind fury of emotions, horror filled and anger had surpassed their collective thoughts, and now they were fighting off instinct.

The crystal in Eden grew to unbearable size, and so did the king. No matter how hard they fought, they were dying and couldn't stop it. They wanted to battle on, take vengeance for their people and for wasteland. Thousands were massacred because of the greed of the king and the Courageous Swordsman wanted to give light to the land. Even if it was for the last time.

The darkness and red crystals tore up their body, draining their light and killed them below the king. The best soldier in the lands had perished, and everyone thought there was no Hope left. Not when their beacon of peace, the sword of light, had been shattered.

The memories lived on, but not with the spirits and elders. They needed light, and they hadn't seen it for so long.

The lands formed and had grown used to the storms and darkness. They adapted and everything was too quiet, especially since everyone was dead.

That is until one day.

Miraculously, stars had fallen and gave birth to the skykids.

The skykids brought back life and light to the gloomy, dead realms, and even though the main citizens had perished, they got to live in the afterlife after the darkness on their bodies had been removed.

They were forgotten no mor.

But Final Hope had lay in ruins, taking so much damage to their corpse because they were left under the crystal. It was all so dark and cold, and there was shame and guilt in the raging winds.

Though, a skykid who resembled a moth crossed the storm, freeing the lost bodies with its light. After so much pain and suffering, and so many other skykids failing to get to the Courageous Soldier, this one gave light to Final Hope. They saw a bright shine, and suddenly, everything was a blissful peace.

Their memories danced along the battlefield, and their spirit helped protect the child that saved them. The kid collected the tragic memories of the commander, and as they pulled the crumbled sword out of the ground, they gave it their last winged light before dying and moving on to the afterlife.

It was warm again.

No restraints or pain. Just warmth.

Soon enough, Final Hope had broke free of their prison and permanently settled into the afterlife, being a secret spirit to find alongside the elders. They couldn't be reborn, but that's okay to them. At least they were at peace and get to see their friends and Elder again.

Many kids had grown attached to them, even though they most likely wanted to be left alone due to the gut wrenching guilt they still felt within their heart.

Moths took special interest in them because there was something alluring about the spirit that just wanted to be called out to. They wanted to be guided and protected after going through those torturous storms, and that was what the Swordsman was known for.

And so, Final Hope had given up and decided to try and be of help to these kids. They flew them through the stars and guided them through the paths as they collected their winged light from the other spirits. The moths stuck around the most, reassuring them and giving them hugs (something they were definitely not used to but welcomed nonetheless).

Lastly, as time grew, the Courageous Swordsman had accepted their new role as a guidance among the dead. They became softer, laying down their sword for the kids to keep. Their message was to live on the brave legacy, and to destroy the corruption that is still happening in the overworld.

The kids accepted, and now everytime one meets the spirit (since it is quite difficult to get to their body and relive memories), they are able to collect the sword for free.

Whispers flown about, and the name 'Final Hope' had stuck to the spirit among the kids. They were also called the Elder of Eden, even though they did not resemble an Elder. They took up these names with pride, and will continue to fight on to truly protect those they couldn't before.

The sword, it is a gift, from the Courageous Swordsman to you. Take care of the sharp light you will now wield, and restore order to the realms again. They will always watch over you, and as the strongest in the land, will guide you through. Heed their warnings, and do not take a path like they did. Keep fighting, for you shall bring the lost to their home.

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thats a wrap on their backstory! it goes even more complicated than that lol

heres some facts:

Even though they were just a regular spirit, the skykids collectively decided to name the Swords man 'Final Hope' or 'Elder of Eden' for taking on such a big role. Now that is their common go to.

Their mask has been cracked open, revealing one of their eyes.

Due to them softening in the afterlife, they were more approachable for everyone. They became more affectionate and took on the unsaid title of a caretaker.

Only Final Hope can permanently destroy krills with their sword, since skykids haven't done as much training as the spirit did. Though, the children still can kill crabs and temporarily disable the krills.

They have an unrelated close bond with isle Elder, and they view him as a parental figure.

Many spirits still do not want to associate themselves with Final Hope because of the recklessness behavior they had acted out on in Eden, though, the wasteland spirits understand and keep the soldier company.

The wasteland Elder and Final Hope aren't on good terms for right now. There is a lot of anger they don't want to bring up.

Final Hope will forever live on with guilt and shame for killing hundreds of their army members. They take that blame.

They have severe depression and possible PTSD because of how they died and lost of loved ones.

They hold your hand in the afterlife and guide you to the gate, getting down on their knees and blessing you with the sword you can now find in cosmetics before you leave.

Since so many people liked their hair, they have made it an option to braid your hair like theirs is!

You will feel a sense of calmness around them.

You can buy a collectable pose from them, and from there, they can teach you some tricks with said pose to annihilate enemies of darkness.

They're very quiet and stealthy, even if they don't mean it. Be careful!

You can hang out with them before you leave. Many moths do!

[such-fun]

Fic: Closer to the Light  3/?   Kylo Ren x Reader

Closer to the Light

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Summary: You rejected the Force once, but it’s pull won’t be denied.

Spoilers: No TROS spoilers. Takes place just before The Force Awakens and continues from there. Rey will feature but not as heavily.

Tag list: @babsbixby​, @i-am-lokii-of-asgard​, @holacherrycola90​, @bookworm-nerd6, @fanofallthingsnstuff​, @bulba-bulbasaur​, @thomasscresswell​, @vampgguk​, @johnnysactualgf​, @siobhanlovesfilm​, @hockslutter​, @hopplessdreamer​, @prurose​ 

Three:

White walls greeted you when you woke.

Lying flat on your back, it took a minute for your eyes to focus. The ceiling above you and walls around you were a stark white, cold and sterile. The bed you were strewn across was more of a bench, without benefit of a cushion or anything that would offer comfort. 

Behind you was a door that blended in rather well with the walls, and you realized there was no mechanism beside it to open it. That must mean the only access to the room was on the outside.

The cell was cleaner and tidier than your humble tent, but it was a prison nonetheless. 

It took a long minute for you to work up the energy to sit up, pressing your back against the wall and positioning yourself to face the door. You couldn’t control much in this situation, but you would do your best not to be taken by surprise.

The sound of heavy footsteps approaching you made you tense, your spine straight as they came to a stop. You could see the barest of shadows on the floor, hinting of their presence mere feet away.

Soon enough the door slide open, and you remained steady under the unrelenting gaze of Kylo Ren. Two stormtroopers flanked him, but he paid little attention to them. Taking a step inside your cell, and letting the door close behind him with a wave of his hand. The troopers remained on the other side as guards. 

You both spent some time in silence, appraising each other. You didn’t know what he was hoping to find as he studied you, but for you it was merely a battle of wills. If there was a trace of your old friend in him, you hadn’t seen much of it on Abafar. You wouldn’t waste time looking for Ben, not when it was Ren’s mask that stared you down. Instead it was pure stubbornness that drove you.

Someone had to speak first. One of you would crack, and it wouldn’t be you.

“We found your friend,” Ren’s voice, so void of human feeling thanks to his vocoder, still sounded so wrong to your ears. Even so, you smiled to yourself. It was a minor victory, but it was still yours.

“I don’t have any friends,” you said, admitting it more to yourself than to him. Yours was a desolately lonely existence, even if it was of your own making.

“The pilot,” he clarified as he moved to stand in front of your prone figure. He was trying to use his size to intimidate you undoubtedly, but you hardly shook under his withering glare.

Certainly you feared him, of that there was no doubt. But what good would shaking and crying do you? And until you discovered what exactly he wanted with you, all you could do was sit there and let him play his games.

“Imagine my surprise,” Ren continued, the tiniest note of amusement detectable, “after capturing a ‘legendary’ Resistance pilot, your face was one of the first things that appeared when I searched his mind. Why did he come for you?”

All traces of amusement were gone now. 

“I don’t know,” you replied softly. Your mind recalled Poe, dashing and honorable, all but begging you to leave with him. You wondered if you had taken his hand, if you had joined him, would something have turned out differently? Would he have still been captured by the First Order? You felt bile creep up your throat.

“Is he dead?” your voice a harsh whisper.

“He is an enemy of the First Order,” Ren declared darkly. “and was dealt with thusly.”

You clenched your jaw at his non answer. Whatever his fate, the outcome would likely be the same in the end. Torture or death, the Order didn’t grant rebel fighters many options. But you still wanted to know, needed to know.

Poe seemed a good man. He didn’t deserve whatever they were doing to him. Or had done to him. A stray thought left you wondering if he could be on this very ship. Was he a few cells away, battered and broken?

As your worries began to get the better of you, you felt the smallest push. The sensation, once very familiar, was the only warning you got before Ren invaded your mind in full.

Letting out a pained grunt, you struggled to save your thoughts from his relentless perusal. Your hands fisted, and you clawed at your temples before letting out an angry shout.

“Get out!”

You don’t know what did it. If it was the power of your anger and grief that the Force was drawn to, or simply long held power that brimmed at the surface, but you shuddered at the shockwave effect that your shout had. At once you were alone in your thoughts again. Ren took a surprised step back, his limbs taut and hands clenched. 

Having control of your mind once more, you felt like a weight had been lifted and you took in a shaky breath. 

“And here I thought you all but powerless,” he sneered.

“Why am I here?” you tried to sound strong, demanding, but the hesitancy in your voice betrayed you. You may be no match for the great Kylo Ren, but you were stronger than he thought. Stronger than even you thought. 

A connection with the Force, though it might weaken, never truly disappeared.

“Why did I search you out?” He considered you with a slight tilt of his head. “Why are you now my…guest?” At that he gave a small but scornful chuckle. “Because for some reason the Resistance believes you useful.”

Crouching down to meet you eye to eye, Ren regarded you curiously. 

“I would have killed you,” he revealed, and you lost all feigned bravado at his confession. “If you are a possible ally to the Resistance, then you are a threat to the Order. 

“But you are here, alive, because the Supreme Leader wills it.” 

If there was ever a man you could honestly say you hated, it was the Supreme Leader. You hadn’t learned every detail of what happened that fateful night at the Jedi temple, of what had driven Ben to turn so viciously on his brothers and sisters. But you were not wholly ignorant. Ben had become the Supreme Leader’s pupil soon after. As Snoke’s mentee, you knew that man (or monster) had made Ben his puppet as he pulled the strings behind the scenes. 

You loathed Snoke, and Ren’s willingness to anything his new Master demanded, even sparing your life, had you shaking your head in dismay.

“What happened to you?” you sighed sorrowfully. “Ben—”  

“Ben is dead!” he roared, slamming a furious fist into the wall beside your head. “I killed him all those years ago,” Ren growled. “Like I should have killed you.”

“Why didn’t you?” you breath hanging on his every word. He was terrifying in his fury, but you refused to allow yourself to cry. This moment was too important. Maybe you would finally discover why he had spared you. What drove him to simply walk away and leave you shattered but alive among the carnage he had caused.

“Sentiment,” he sneered, pushing himself up from the floor and drawing to his full height. You could actually feel his scowl as if burning your skin. “Weakness.”

Composing himself, Ren towered over you, standing inhumanly still. 

“You should have died with the rest of them. I should have chased you to the Outer Rim and ended you then. But the Supreme Leader thought you weak. You were no threat and in his mercy he allowed you to live.” Snoke had no mercy, and you found yourself unable to look at Ren’s masked face any longer. 

A victory for him, to be sure. 

Ren took a small step forward and you felt his power urge your chin up, unwillingly meeting his gaze. 

His hands reached for the latches of his mask, pulling it away to reveal the face that would always haunt your dreams and nightmares. You stared into his fathomless brown eyes, and saw nothing.

“It was the act of a craven child,” he cautioned you. “That boy is long dead. And as soon as the Supreme Leader wills it, I will correct the mistake.”

With that promise, he backed away and waved his hand. The door opened, the troopers outside turning to look at their Commander as he walked out, head held high. You, by contrast, were no longer controlled by his manipulation of the force. Your chin fell to your chest and you finally allowed yourself to give in to the fear.

Your hands shook as the guards looked away from you in dismissal and the door to your cell closed once more. 

After a few minutes of giving in to your feelings of terror and despair, you took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, forcing your body to calm down. 

You had spent years running, ignoring your past and your connection with the Force. Pretending like it had been another’s life. But there was no more pretending. You weren’t allowed that luxury anymore. You may not know why the Supreme Leader wanted you alive, but you did know that Ben—Kylo Ren—would not be your unlikely savior. Not this time.

If you had any hope of surviving, you would have to welcome the Force back like an old friend. Invite it into your body, will it into your hands and mind. Learn once more how to mold it to your will. 

It was no easy feat. It would take a lot of effort and time. Still, you considered as you sat taller and folded your legs in front you, resting your hands in your lap, you had nothing but time.   

You closed your eyes, your breathing slowed, and you encouraged your mind to go blank. Mentally, you began to reach out to the void, to find your connection with the Force and stoke it, allow it to grow and flourish. 

And as you gazed into the darkness, you could feel something sinister looking back at you.    

[starstress]

MCC Aqua Axolotls Live Commentary!

Hello, as said, I will attempt to write down my thoughts and reactions during the MCC. 

Stream links!!

False: https://www.twitch.tv/falsesymmetry

Ren: https://www.twitch.tv/rendogtv

Grian (yes, he’s streaming): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YjkgnEi4t9g

Pearl: https://www.twitch.tv/pearlescentmoon

Updates will come as edits, so be sure to check this again every once in a while if you’re interested or just curious! 

To all fans, please be kind to everyone, no matter the team or who you wish would win. You will only embarrass yourself if you harass others or act immaturely and will gain no brownie points with those you follow and watch.

For now, may the games begin and the best team win!

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Edit 1: Peeps are running a bit late, apparently, Ren is the only one on the team with no aqua colour XD Grian recoloured the headband that Smajor had made for him last stream XD

Andddd, we’re kicking off!!

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Edit 2: The gong makes an appearance!! Also, the story of the gong!! Grian had bought it as a gag for whenever he and Mumbo record! The team loves it!

Countdown has finally started!

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Edit 3: The first game is Skyblockle(?)!! Team ain’t feeling too confident about it, but we’ll see! I think they’ll be okay at this. Gri is reading the instructions and getting nervous XD

From now, everything will be under the cut. Warning, it’s really long.

Oof, wood fell in the lava. They still have more :)) They’re sharing tasks pretty nicely, I have to say, but they keep changing plans. Things will heat up quickly, tho, and I’m glad this game is gonna be out of the way soon.

First death in Skyblockle for the Aqua Axolotls: False! Second: Grian!

Doom is on the horizon XD

Rip, Ren has died too, and Pearl has gotten a couple of kills!! 

And the Axolotls are out!

First gong after a game. Rn we’re all watching the other teams. Dream team is holding up well. Techno’s team is out too. Last bid!

Endgame: Pearl has won the most coins, team is a bit disappointing by last place.

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Edit 4: They have the Uno Reserve card as they were the worst team. 

Game: Bingo but Fast!

Gri is reading the instructions again. Someone in Pearl’s stream is watching 25 streams holy dandelions.

The team is again sharing tasks. This is pretty speedy!

Hearing Gri lament how speedy it all is is so funny. Also, they’re all like headless chickens and a lot more disorganized now. Poor team.

Endgame: Ren’s sweating in unspeakable places lol, but they’re not last anymore!

Pearl’s game just crashed, oh goodness.She’s back in, wooo!

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Edit 5: Game: Battle box!

Gri is going for the middle. Pearl got so many kills!

First round won!!

Second round lost!

Third round won!!

Ren’s having a hard time breathing, and I gotta say same! 4th place rn.

Game was paused to stop the animations of the NPCs and we got another gong! we chilling for a few mins lol.

WE’RE ON AGAINST THE DREAM TEAM. Aww, the game needs to be reset or smt. 

Oh wow, draw for every team. Fourth round was skipped.

Fifth round - uh SERVER CRASHED

Wowie, the map looks really strange without the resource pack.

First hiccup in 7 event, dang. 

Starting again. Resource pack might no re-appear again. And now I’m laggy, lol

Round 1: lost!

Round 2: won! Gri with the tnt :D

Round 3: lost! tnt did not work this time

Round 4: unknown due to lag, oof.

Round 5: lost

Round 6: unknown 

Round 7: unknown

Round 8: unknown

Round 9: unknown (prob lost)

Place: Last.

Everyone’s laggy, including me lol.

The viewers are being encouraging, which is really great and wholesome!

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Edit 6: Game: Big Sales at Build Market!

Team is confident about this one, wooo!!

Grian ended up in plants lol. Ughhh, diorate. Communication is key, and it’s very well done!!

They’re building fast and getting resources pretty fast, that’s good.

Grian listing what they need is *chef kiss* False being alert is *hearteyes* and the chats are the real mvps 

Endgame: Place 7. It was pretty intense indeed.

Break time!

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Edit 7: Audience takeover!! Pearl wants Rocket Spleef, so does Techno. Dream wants Hole in the Wall.

Game: Rocket Spleef!!

Grian’s reading instructions :))) 

This will be intense as all heck. Countdown has stopped, huh.

Oof, apparently it was supposed to be Hole in the Wall, but can’t change. Gri’s prob not gonna have as great of a time as I’d hopped :P

Round 1: Rainbow map, False is out! :o The very first time! Team’s out right before tnt time! Place 6, nice.

Round 2: Uhh, Atoms map?? Grian and Pearl are struggling. Pearl’s out! Gri’s out! Ren’s out! False’s still going.

Round 3: Grian’s finally got the rocket jump. Jump and then launch :D Or maybe not XD Tnt time! Pearl is waiting down at the bottom. She fell, oof. Grian’s having cramps in his hand and, in his words, he’s ‘a goner.’

Endgame: False’s the master of Rocket Spleef! And place 6! Team really enjoyed it, I’m so glad :D

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Edit 8: Team’s hoping for Ace Race, and it looks like it might be!

Game: Ace Race!

Grian is narrating for all of us, nice! “This is totally Sonic!” he says!

“’Your first time will probably suck’. Yeah, that’s been happening about the entire time!” lmao

Omg, the map is so cool!! Def a fan favourite!! The entire team is having so much fun yesss

All of them are really doing good, Grian and False are placing good.

“Techno, get outta my way!!” -  Gri, and I have to say, mood.

Grian got place 15! Right behind Techno, nice!!

Pearl is 32!

Ren is 35?

False is somewhere behind Gri, but way before Pearl.

Endgame: Everyone had one heck of a time and now they’re trying to find out how to make it in Vanilla Minecraft XD

Place: 9 

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Edit 9: They dunked the Lime Llamas XDD

Game: Sands of Time

Oof, this one’s gonna be a maker or a breaker.

Oh goodness, they have no one watching the time D:

They’re banking coins, thankfully. 

Oh no, Pearl!! Sand is needed. Grian to the rescue!

Phew, three sand left, thank you Pearl for topping up!!

Intense, gosh, i’m really nervous about the sand!!

Oof, Pearl’s stream froze. It ended, oh no. Actually, it might just be me that has enormous lag (not smt new lol). 

There we go, slow but it’s something.

The sand!! Aww man, right as Pearl got the sand!! They’re out! At least they banked a lot of their coins.

Endgame: We got a nice gong. Place: 5! Overall place: 9!

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Edit 10: My wi-fi is beating me up with a stick, and it’s unrelenting. Lag is my life now.

Last game: Hole in the Wall

Ren’s gonna have a bad time XD

Round 1: Pearl’s fallen, from what my laggy video will show me. Gri as well. They’re out!

Round 2: Pearl’s still alive, woo!! Glitched right through one, so cool XD

Round 3: lag.

Endgame: Ren’s raging, Grian is really amused by that XD Nice game!! 

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Edit 11:

Overall place: 9

Time for the final battle!! Gong! Ren wants the gong as stream sound effect :D

Green Guardians vs Orange Ocelots! 

Grian supports Techno bc Techno said he liked him lmao!! The others are Green. 

Also fun fact: Grian could coach a match of dodge ball!

Round 1: Green wins!

Round 2: Orange wins!! Techno’s taking them out!

Round 3: Orange wins!

Round 4: Orange wins!

Grian: “It’s like one of those anime moments!”

Round 5: Green wins!

(Gri went off holy heck)

Congrats to the Green Guardians!!  

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Last edit of the night!

That was extremely fun to watch!! The lag and my own wi-fi made it a bit irritating at times, esp since I had to split my focus, but it was pretty good nonetheless.

It’s really sad that the Championship itself lagged so much, I have a feeling it left both a lot of viewers and players feeling frustrated as well. 

However, the new mini game was lots of fun and I have a feeling we’ll be seeing it a lot in the future. I really hope we will.

The team was really good, they managed to coordinate very well, but like many groups who’ve just started working together for the first time, there were times where they could’ve slowed down a bit and reconsidered their plans. Still, the important bit was that they all had a great time together.

Overall, I really hope Grian and Pearl will participate again, even if not on the same teams. I also hope that there will be more Hermitcraft members joining in, even if only for one Championship. I had tons of fun writing this as well, but I think I’ll switch back to occasional posts about amusing things that happen during the games, as it really took a lot of my attention from the mcc itself.

Hope whoever kept up with me or reads this later enjoyed/enjoys this. I’m off to bed now, I’m sleepy and I’ll prob wake up, read through this, and find 10 million little mistakes that I’ll die over. Future me, I deeply apologize, but, uhhhh, no regrets!!

Starstress out!

[some-creep]

CREEP RANKS EVERY NIER SONG (mostly) BY TITLE

Snow in Summer COOL song… COOL name. Love this one. Good correct title. It’s what’s happening in the game at the time. 12/10

Hills of Radiant Winds It’s a fine title. I don’t really like this song that much because you hear it a lot. Do not @ me but it’s the truth. Is it windy? We don’t know. It must be. Does wind still happen? What is wind? 2B do you know what makes wind because I don’t. 6/10

The Incomplete Stone Cool title. Another song I don’t really like. I actually like this one even less than the other one. Fitting to the narrative as a title. 9/10

Blu-bird Sounds like an ice cream. I think it’s an ice cream. I don’t know what narrative purpose this song title has. I don’t know which song this is without listening to it. Song sounds cool. Doesn’t invoke the title. Title doesn’t remind me of the narrative but maybe I’m just dumb as a brick. 3/10

Cold Steel Coffin COOL TITLE. Very edgy. Sounds like a metal song title. This one plays. Sometimes. I can’t exactly place when despite the fact I am actively playing through this game a second time as I write this. 8/10

Grandma Kind of a horrible title honestly. Favorite song in the game. It usually plays when the scene is about Grandma but not always. False advertisement / 10.

Song of the Ancients – Devola / Popola / Fate / Hollow Dreams Who are the ancients. We don’t know. Devola doesn’t know. What kind of idiot sings a song she doesn’t understand? This kind of idiot. Maybe Popola knows. Let’s ask her. Bothering Popola who is very busy / 10.

The Wretched Automatons Title sounds like it goes in the other game. Weirdly not remixed in the other game about automatons. This game has regular robots. I guess they fit the definition of an automaton. But still. I don’t like the junk heap very much. Do I like any of these levels? Thinking emoji / 10.

City of Commerce The game tells me that the Seafront is like. The height of commerce, but the stores don’t really sell me anything different and I have no reason to go there after the beginning part of the game. If the shops there were so good why aren’t I visiting more often? Discuss this with the Seafront tourism board at once. 5/10

The Prestigious Mask People do, in fact, wear masks in Facade. So I guess this is an accurate title. I don’t know what else to say. 8/10

Temple of Drifting Sands There’s sand here. You only go here once. Uh. This is the rules temple right? Yeah this part is kinda annoying. But it’s a temple. It’s got sand. So I guess it all checks out. Not a cool title but an accurate one nonetheless. 8/10

Gods Bound by Rules “[This] is a sick ass title” - Null. He’s right I guess. It is pretty cool. Struggling to remember off hand where it plays. If you know don’t tell me. Because I don’t care. Really cool title. Cool song. 9/10

The Ultimate Weapon Good title. Exactly what it says on the tin. It’s about Emil’s sister whose name I cannot remember how to spell right now and will not look it up. But it’s also about Emil now too. They’re weapons. You don’t have to be a gun. You are who you choose to be… 10/10

Deep Crimson Foe This is the boss fight music. Nothing about the title suggests that because none of the bosses are red. You know what is red, though? The magic that Nier wields. Think about it. 9/10

Dispossession – Piano / Strings / Pluck / Music Box Song that plays when we’re sad about stuff. Technically that honor belongs to like. Half this fucking soundtrack. Dispossession is kind of a cool word though. But only kind of. 7/10

Yonah – Piano / Strings / Pluck Ver. 1 / Pluck Ver. 2 A lot of song titles, at least the major ones that play a lot, are made up of just. Character names. It’s fine. It works well enough. But it means they aren’t exactly cool titles. Yonah is certainly in this game thanks for reminding me / 10

The Dark Colossus Destroys All Cool title I like it. It returns in the sequel so that’s nice. I think it’s used better there though. This plays like. One time. The stakes aren’t quite as extreme I guess. Still. This is mostly just based on how cool the title is so 9/10

Kaine – Escape / Salvation Again. Like. This is just a character name. Kaine is in this game a lot thank you. I do love her, I do, I REALLY do. But. 6/10

His Dream Who is he…. 4/10

This Dream The Forest of Myth is the one where you do the dream parts so. Like. I guess. Horrible to have two songs one letter apart like that. 5/10

Repose I guess. It’s chill. The title suggests it should be chill. Sure. 7/10

The Lost Forest There’s no forest here at all… oh, shit, wait. I get it /10

Shadowlord’s Castle – Memory / Roar Shadowlord is inherently kind of a cool, albeit, edgy name. It plays in his castle. Which appears to just be a random office building. So I guess it’s not REALLY a castle. 9/10

Dance of the Evanescent This is just Ashes of Dreams you can’t fool me. I suppose they are dancing though. And they are soon to be vanishing. Hm. 10/10

Ashes of Dreams – English / French / German?? / Japanese Ok unrelated but like. How did I not know this song was also recorded in German. Oh right because I didn’t actually get ending C I skipped it and went straight for ending D. Whoops. My bad. Anyway this is a cool song title and I like the title. From a narrative standpoint it slaps. I do not actually really like this song that much. 11/10.