#we had a talk yesterday as well

[hum-budbak-hai]

Tumi jano na ami koto ta miss korechi 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

🌷 Phool lelo

[kyouka-supremacy]

(˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

[ganondoodle]

so with echoes of wisdom .. i havent watched any of the trailers beyond the very first one and the thumbnails/screenshots and what others have said about it-

but with the world inside the rift being called "Welt des Nichts" aka "world of nothing/void" in german ('still' in english, for some reason) and demises title in french being "avatar of nothing" ... yeah my anxiety is shooting through the roof again

(hopefully you can be a little more forgiving for me being anxious/weird about it bc demise is my blorbo)

i had similar worries with totk, that werent proven true thankfully, but the darn book is making it all worse again with all those weird lore things the game doesnt even so much as hint at AND potential retcons- im in for a really rough time huh, not just stress in real life (more in tags.. its alot) but now about my specific hyperfixation from two things even (AND artblock still..)

weird as it may sound, i dont want demise to get more lore, partly bc i dont believe theyd do anything with him that i would like (given their track record) but much more importantly- the fact that he has this little lore about him is precisely one of the reasons why i fell in love with him, i tend to like characters that are neglected by the narrative, and his story being both so flat and already done meant i can be very creative with what i come up with for him without necessarily contradicting anything in canon (which is ... or was a big point of how i wrote destiny's story and lore, working with canon in a way that reframes it all without straight up ignoring it ... but i suppose i urgently need to let go of that and accept i spend alot of time working things that will go to waste :( ) AND not having to worry that there will be more stuff with him that would massively change not only what im writing but also potentially how i feel about him since the game he was briefly in was the oldest chronologically and ended with his death- i didnt expect them to mess with anything that far back and thought theyd just go forward and leave the timeline behind and wouldnt mess with it again, given how botw seemed to be a sort of 'fresh start' that seemingly regarded the past as the past that needs to rest and that the timeline was finally no longer a discussion if everythings unified through botw and one thing going forward

but i suppose i was very wrong with that .__.

right now the only thing that motivates me still is the left over determination and spite to work on my zelda comic, since i have never gotten this far and really want to get something done for once, but i cant lie that im feeling like i should pause all work on it too to wait and see waht the book and the new game will do .. either to determine if i still have the will to keep working on it after those things are out (my love for tloz has been taking alot of hits lately ..) or if i have to change stuff (mostly bc of my lore problem trying to not ignore it ..)

[itspileofgoodthings]

my seniors have been so quiet all year and it’s been fine cause we’ve had a lot of writing/research to do but I need them to talk to me now so i was hit by a bolt of inspiration two days ago and I made them all tell me their comfort level with sharing aloud, rating themselves on a scale of 1-10. I then averaged the class score and they’re a 4.5. I then told them yesterday we needed to raise the score the tiniest bit. And the 1’s and 2’s didn’t need to be 10’s just maybe 3’s and 4’s. And they tried! They talked more 😭

[boombox-fuckboy]

In addition to the myriad of other, far better reasons, one of the secret reasons I like indie fiction podcasts is because they fufill an innate draw to be a smug, insufferable little hipster.

[puppyeared]

When you backread through a fun conversation you had with someone for hours an angel gets its wings

[smalltimidbean]

I finally finished Bugsnax

[mintowls]

FIRST EVER ARTIST ALLEY TABLE DONE!!!

[seventh-district]

7am, eating cold leftover teriyaki stir-fry for breakfast and crying over blorbos

[disdaidal]

I wanna thank my irl friends who follow me here and also my beloved mutuals as well as followers who still send me kind messages and try to interact with me and my stuff even if I'm bad at doing it myself.

Honestly, things haven't been that great with me lately, so... it means a lot to me. Honestly. <3

[steelthroat]

I am pretty responsible when it comes to money... someone could also use the word "stingy"

However:

Snacks

Little stupid but actually useful gadgets that ALSO look cool/nice

Museums/art related stuff

Make me act... unwisely

[front-facing-pokemon]

[cheekblush]

i'd rather be friendless than to constantly have my boundaries disrespected

[wellthatschaotic]

neurotypicals are so frustrating,, i keep forgetting that "can you do x" means "go do x"

[ambersky0319]

okay but like seriously

if my body could chill tf out that would be great

[doctorbrown]

DOCTOBER '23 ⸺ 「 3 / 31 * GUN FIGHT 」

And in that single moment, to the sound of the heavens being split by a lone gunshot, Emmett's plans for the future are violently derailed.

The heavy thud of Marty's body hitting the ground is what it must sound like when the universe shatters. He half-expects to see the very threads of reality unfolding around him, because this can't be how things are meant to play out.

The photograph of the tombstone from 1955 isn't even in his pocket if he somehow managed to free his hands enough to check whose name is engraved there.

Colour fades, sunlight cracks, his chest aches where his heart, too, is violently wrenched still-beating from his chest, and Buford Tannen's self-satisfied laughter over the fact that he shot a kid—a kid, and his best friend at that—makes the corners of Emmett's vision darken with a rage he has not known in a long time.

He'd always thought himself above falling victim to such barbaric emotions. He was better, he could control his outbursts of anger and emotional distress. The thought of taking a life was abhorrent in every way, and ever since 1945, that feeling had doubled exponentially, making him near-ill to even seriously consider adding more blood that, by proxy, was already on his hands.

But Marty, his best friend in the entire space-time continuum, the boy who has risked his own life time-and-time again for him, who has made his life better simply by existing in it, has—

No no no no. Don't think it, don't make it real.

So right now, contrary to the beliefs he had held his entire life, Emmett welcomes this poison infecting his mind, this rage he feels that curls his hands into fists and urges him forward, pulling and thrashing against the vice grip of Buford's lackeys.

Come on, kid. Get up. Get up, Marty!

The culmination of all his anger, his shock, his heartbreak, lands on the back of Buford's head in a stare so fierce, so bloodthirsty, that Emmett becomes the very monster that Hill Valley of the future fears he is.

I'll get you for this, Tannen!

His life for Marty's. An eye for an eye, and if he made himself blind, the consequences would be only temporary, for this timeline could not stay the way it was. Without Marty, there was no future to return to. He would have to figure out how to take the DeLorean back, not forward, singlehandedly and stop this entire chain of events before it could begin.

Emmett isn't sure of the passage of time in that long, torturous moment; time seems to have frozen to a standstill and it is only him and his thoughts and the fact that Marty is still—

A collective gasp cuts through the crowd, thrusting him back into the world and out of his thoughts, and Emmett's heart nearly stops as Marty rises from the dead, a veritable Lazarus, and reveals the secret hidden beneath his poncho.

Emmett's eyes go wide as all that anger festering inside is leeched away, making room for unbridled joy and relief. He gasps too, mimicking the crowd, realising only now through the burn of his lungs that he had been holding his breath, likely for some time.

A bulletproof vest...! I'll be damned, kid.