#unhappy landings

[breakbeatbun]

Customizable Player Models // Blockbench model for ... me again :) it's my rabbit Breaks with a New Outfit.

on the left is my default fit to match my vanilla skin, and on the right is what it looks like when i put on armor. neat little feature

bonus pics & expressions under the cut!

www.buny.info

stills of the above gifs so you can see it w/o compression, my custom elytra animation, and some alt fits/accessories and expressions! i gave up my whole hotbar just to puppet this thing & honestly i still have a lotta cleanin to do LMAO but i'm pretty happy with how it all performs :) thank u for looking

[nyaagolor]

Howdy again, if it's the meta world VS "real world" thing in Umineko that's got you stumbling, don't worry. The assumption Ryukishi and co. seem to be going with is that the meta world IS real, and everyone's just chilling in a happy magic afterlife post-series (hence how episodes 7, 8, and 9 can even happen). The "07th Expansion All Characters Settings Collection" guidebook even has little epilogue blurbs for the cast, I can link you the translation hosted on the wiki if you want. It's still bleak in the sense that, yknow, everyone was dead from the start and the whole journey was more of a "coming to terms with what happened" kind of deal, but I think it works given stuff like the Divine Comedy references going on (if you read Battler as Dante and Beatrice as uh, Beatrice, a lot of Umineko'll start to make sense). The way I see the split is kind of an "as above, so below" type deal - while Tohya is down in the land of the living trying to write and solve things, Battler and friends really are up there fighting for their lives in purgatory, and the two reflect each other. Of course if that's not the problem you have, I'd love to hear what you're thinking!

hiii thank u for the ask!! (sorry this will be a Long One). I'll admit the meta world / real world stuff tripped me up at first, because looking at episodes 4 and 8 it really seemed to be implying that the metanarrative was the coping mechanism of Ange+Tohya and their way of pretending like their loved ones got the happy endings they didn't get in life rather than something we can actually assume happened. However extra content implies this is not the case, Ryukishi doesn't feel like the author who would do that especially after the thesis of Higurashi, and tbh even if he did there was enough plausible deniability that I would just imagine the Golden Land as real because You Gotta Cope Somehow. I love the "as above so below" vibes too, that's a fun new aspect to incorporate

My biggest hangup with the ending was basically in the idea that Sayo's narrative is fundamentally doomed. I was under the impression that the boat scene was implying that Sayo couldn't be happy even if she did escape due to the burden of the truth / her trauma. The positive framing of the catbox remaining at the bottom of the ocean initially struck me as a "her death is the happiest ending you can hope for because of how fucked up this all is" which is already a nihilistic narrative but downright unbearable when given to an intersex trans woman. I just don't vibe with hopeless trans narratives at all, and felt like I had misinterpreted smth bc Ryukishi isn't really a nihilistic guy. I'll admit I got a little soured to the narrative as a whole when I looked around online and saw people talking about how Sayo getting a happy ending was "missing the point".

After talking to @heartgold I realized that I had reversed the causality a bit. I was under the impression while playing that Ryukishi's insistence that "things had to happen this way" was him not just saying "oh everyone is already dead, the end result is already the same bc we're looking back at past events" but also "it doesn't matter what individual actions people took, it was always going to end in tragedy". I realize now it's more of a "this was totally preventable in so many ways but it already happened and now we have to grieve and cope in whatever way we can manage" kinda thing rather than a "this is fate and Sayo was screwed regardless", so I'm cool with that aspect. (Also I won't lie I prefer to imagine the boat scene as almost entirely metaphorical and more of a representation of the fragmentation of Battler's consciousness due to trauma in a similar way as what happened to Sayo, but that's neither here nor there)

The other part of it, and the thing I'm still really hung up on, is the question of whether or not the Golden Land is actually a happy ending and, if it is real, whether we're supposed to view it as a sorta perverse tragedy. On one hand, the alters are all implied to be separate people and they get their happy endings (yay), but on the other hand that doesn't really fix nor address Sayo feeling like she needs romantic love to be fulfilled (also The Incest(?) I'm genuinely unsure if the whole "alters becoming separate entities" negates the incest or not). The idea that Sayo was so far gone that even the fantasy created from her best memories does not allow her to truly be happy is just so insanely depressing to me, so I find myself stuck with that friction of wanting Sayo to have her prince and her white horse and her fantasy happy ending while also not wanting to downplay the truth. Having this little moral dilemma feels like the point of Episode 8 and really gets us into Tohya's head, which is awesome, but also gives me a lot of mixed feelings. Knowing that Sayo's truth literally has Beatrice married to Battler makes it even tougher bc I can't just use plausible deniability and say they're platonic bc they are uh. very much not as far as Ryukishi is concerned. I'm still working out my feelings on it, mostly because I desperately want Sayo to have everything she's ever wanted but also having to contend with the little part of me that's whispering "it can't and shouldn't happen and you know it". Alas. Umineko.

PS: thank you for telling me about the character booklet, that's SO cute!!! I love the little details about everyone and the cat-ear Bern is everything I've ever wanted

[quee-r-code]

winter blues

[virgoidolland]

I made an evil version of my pripara character as a joke and decided to create this beautiful image.

[cypresssunns]

you KNOW amc is shelling out big time paying sam and jacob's medical bills the way they broke their backs carrying those scenes

[hopefulsapphic]

*this is mainly about what you tend to like/want/actively seek out, not necessarily the literal frequency of what you've actually consumed

[breadmecoshy]

He finally found a real family

Old lady: Oh, Bruno, darling, what good fellows you and your kids are! It's been so quiet on the streets lately! Apparently, God favors us

Narancia: WHAHAHAHA, you blew like a sucker, Giorno!

Giorno: DAMN IT! If I had been there, they wouldn't have had a chance!

Giorno: Fuck, fuck, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! Holy shit, Mista! Why did you bother them at all?!

Mista: Sorry man💦

Someone: WHERE DID THESE ASSHOLES GO?!

Moviе: Gus: What's great about dating homeless girls? Murphy: What? Gus: You can drop them off anywhere.

Abbachio: Ugly.

Giorno: I don't like it either.

Giorno: What if our world is a simulation, like in the Matrix? Well, I mean, you also sometimes sit down, and just turns off for 40 minutes? What does it look like?

Fugo: Well, yes, it happens...

Giorno: And?

Fugo: It looks like.... Reboot the system.....

Fugo: ....fuuuuuuuuck

Fugo: man

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In the end, Giorno is really just an ordinary teenager, and he deserves a family that will love him despite his harmfulness

After the appearance of another child in the gang, Bruno decided to buy a new PS2, but eventually it was occupied by Narancia and Giorno

Giorno and Mista usually hang around the city and look for new places or entertainment. But, since Mista is a master of creating problems for himself from scratch, most often they find only trouble on their heads

Leone and Giorno like to watch movies together (mainly because apart from Bruno, no one else can make Leone a decent company). They watched "3000 Miles to Graceland" at the cinema, and they didn't like it XD

Giorno and Fugo's conversations are similar to all those conspiracy theories in which the events of the film are actually the dying delirium of the protagonist. Recently, they watched the Matrix with the whole gang, so the conversations of these two acquired a very specific topic

Bruno usually takes Giorno with him to patrol the streets and communicate with the townspeople. And, of course, Giorno does not steal from old ladies, he just likes to tease Bruno

[asoiafreadthru]

A Game of Thrones, Arya II

“The talk in the yard is we shall have a tourney, my lord,” Jory said he resumed his seat.

“They say that knights will come from all over the realm to joust and feast in honor of your appointment as Hand of the King.”

Arya could see that her father was not very happy about that.

“Do they also say this is the last thing in the world I would have wished?”

[achillesuwu]

Me thinking that it would be very funny if sometime merlin received calls that are basically "Hem sorry, we would like to know of you could NOT move the moon on 20th of july ? It would be very nice"

(if Arthur ear one of those call, he would at first think that it's a prank there is just no way that Merlin can move the mo—)

[robinsnest2111]

the unhinged urge to go full-blown misa amane core again...

[the-hopeless-haze]

God just. Pressure Machine huh? Just small town feeling and the claustrophobia and oh my god, this is my life. This is it. We know everybody so well that we don’t know a thing about them. We know the mask, the facade they present but we will never find out they sell drugs. They do drugs. They’re dying from drugs. They killed somebody. They cheated on their husband. They cheated on their wife. Their husband beats them. They’re gay and on the verge of suicide because of this damn town. They hate their wife. They’re raging hell and starting fires. They left a life behind and stayed in this town. They wish it was all different. They wish nothing would change. People are keeping their doors unlatched but they’re keeping secrets. You can come in but you can’t find me out.

[guiltyidealist]

SO APPARENTLY PACKS CAN CHASE YOU IN GROUPS OF FUCKING 4 NOW

[anulithots]

hey! this is chance & here’s this week’s prompt. pick one of your ocs. how would they react if they suddenly appeared right next to you, in the modern world? what would happen?

*Anuli is a fiddle leaf fig dryad. They do not like being moved. EVER. They slowly get sick and start getting distressed until they are moved back. Anuli does the same... except fae doesn't know how to deal with stressful situations, fae just gets even more in faer head and recoils from the world, not dealing with it.*

*nervous laughter*

Some plot twist. Except... this was one of THOSE plot twists. This was.... not part of the plot, or the story, or even the genre. It didn't just change the plot... something was wrong. The captured stars multiplied. hung in the... the something. Thier shards of light poked my eyes and I buried them in my palms. Metaphorically, it was the perfect unhappy ending for a villain, for the captured star I killed, a thousand more lied in wait. They wished for nothing more than to exact their revenge on the antagonist that killed one of their own... the symbolism and plot symmetry would be perfect. What a payoff for such a sticky read- I shook my head. Nope. Do not story-fy this. Think logically, be like Maidoe or Kamari. I shook my hands to pull on my antennae. This is important, be functional Anuli. When had I ever been functional? I was more of a bug, melted in the sun. Its body laid in mush, while the legs stuck out in odd angles. What could it possibly do? Its purpose in this story was to curl up and die. I shook my head. Stop it, stop it, stop it. Sure, the ground swayed beneath my feet and the captured stars rang. Screamed. A thousand wails for every buzz of the ones back home. I squeezed my eyes shut, cast the world in darkness. Their screams decided a better strategy, to creep up my spine, worm their way into my head, and attempt to break free of my head. They clamored against the flesh of my skull, sending shudders to my root tips. My vision stirred into particles of static, as if the captured star pulled apart the fibers of my soul and tied them into knots. That's what this was. A finale. An ending, fit for pitiful excuses of antagonists.

Basically, Anuli doesn't take in the surroundings. Because fae is overwhelmed immediately and decides to curl into a ball.

The colors swarmed in puddles of light. The ground swayed. The whole thing. I pressed my weight against the rock and waited. Future Anuli would get faer roots in order and think about this without tangling stories into it. Kamari was right, my absent-minded-ness would cause my intended fate. Well, at least I wasn't around faer. At least fae didn't see this. Perhaps this unhappy ending would be perfect for everyone. The story's over now. Farewell all dear readers. I could never open my eyes. That could be the ending. I could dream up a million stories and let them swirl and combine and die and make them as morbid as I wished. Sunflowers could finally dance on the corpse of their oppressor.... great plot twists, that really was an awful story. I could pretend. What if the rock-but definitely-not-rock was Kamari's tree? In a moment the air would stir, and stop attempting to cement my lungs in place. The stars would quiet upon sunrise. The windchime would chase away the static. Would Kamari join? Maybe. Maybe not. Perhaps the proper plotline would happen. Kamari took away the fallen fairies and never have to deal with the little antagonist that ruined everything fae touched- I sighed. No no. There's no point. Be quiet thoughts. If this is the end, then my character was now - truly, finally - inconsequential. There was nothing to ruin. I would open my eyes to starlight filtering though branches, Kamari's wind chime clinking against itself in the breeze. I opened my eyes to the captured stars. Their static. It blurred my vison into a shaky haze. At least I wasn't having an existential crisis. Or perhaps that was worse. Weren't beings supposed to have existential crisis to a plot twist of this nature? Ah... well, perhaps a clobbered-together antagonist doesn't get to have adverse reactions to their unhappy ending. They are supposed to accept it.

*It is very hard to write Anuli in new situations just because fae shuts down and spirals every time something doesn't go according to plan. And fae doesn't spend that much time in 'reality' soooo....

That's how fae would react. And what would happen? Fae would be in a stupor, living life in a non-registering haze until faer leaves started falling off from the sudden switch. Not that exciting really. Mainly faer thoughts would be in a constant hazy story loop of "at least I can't make things worse now... oh thoughts please stop it already it's been a week" and such and such*

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[gloryseized]

flockrest asked:

[ pluck ]  –  for the sender to pluck a foreign object ( twig / leaf / etc. ) out of the receiver muses’ hair. ( tulin to link! )

Meme Tag -- @flockrest

Link definitely had better landings than this, the thought raced across his mind in all its unhelpfulness, accompanying the frustrated squawling in his mind as he braced for impact. He'd been aiming for an empty field just a short distance away, although a sudden cross breeze knocked him off course, sending him hurtling toward a small copse of trees rather than the much gentler landing. Unfortunately, he didn't have the stamina to further redirect, nor did he have any more of Tulin's helpful bursts of wind to give him the extra push he needed.

Hitting the tree solidly, Link felt his teeth rattle inside his skull even as he just managed to hold on to keep from sliding down the trunk all the way to the ground. A small, pained sound darted out of his lips as he shimmied around the trunk, settling himself on a branch to rest and maybe look around to see if anyone had noticed.

Only for Tulin's wispy shape to grin at him, sitting on the branch as well. Ducking his head slightly, he patted his chest before he chopping his left hand onto his right palm. << I'm alright. >> he insisted, blinking slightly as the ghostly form reached forward to pull a branch from his hair, a thankful smile tugging onto Link's lips.

Then the tree started moving.

[legionofpotatoes]

so what exactly was your issue with the new spiderverse?

Just not a fan of the choice to split stories in half, honestly that's really it. I'm a very simple person; if I come out of a movie soaring and filled with joy (ITSV), I will always count that as a fundamentally better experience than when I leave the theater bummed out and confused (ATSV).

I go more in-depth with my issues here, but that's the short version. obviously don't click this if you want to avoid spoilers