If/when Tumblr dies, do you know where are you going to post your Starbound builds?

Hi 'Mous

Uuuuuh. No.

IDK. I'll guess I'll just crawl back whence I came (Imgur).

Or maybe I could dust off my LiveJournal account 😅️

In seriousness, I've updated my pinned post with places you can find me outside of Tumblr, but it's limited, I'm afraid. I just don't do social media very much.

While I'm likely to be shuffling out after the lights have gone off, I am willing to take suggestions. Like many others have said, Tumblr is not going to sink immediately. They're just preparing the lifeboats in an organised fashion.

So to that end - do any of you have a lifeboat ready and waiting?

so in those [mumble mumble] years between BotW and TotK, the Zora replaced the weathered and unreadable monuments with new history writing by Sidon, and their contents have left me hmm emotionally compromised ??

i was gonna list em out in full but then i read them all and Sidon waffles so much bless him LOL

full transcripts below (+ the 11th monument in the Domain itself) expect Sidon being an adorable goof, Zora Deep Lore, waterbending, SO much gushing over Mipha and Link, Zelda being a sweetheart, and surprise Yona content !!!

just for clarity, i've highlighted the first word of each on-screen chunk of text ... i love Sidon so much but he's so verbose i kept missing the full log lol but im glad he went all in, its earnest, descriptive and poetic :') 💙 RIP the stonemasons ...

Learnings of the Zora, Part One The Waters of Zora's Domain As told by Prince Sidon

Long, long ago, right here in Lanayru, incredible transformations, both subtle and drastic in nature, shaped the land. The tall mountains birthed clouds, these clouds cried tears of rain, and this rain filled our deep valleys past the brim. In time, this overflowing water became the Zora River, which bred waterfalls that fell and nourished the vast Lanayru Wetlands. Perhaps it was inevitable that my Zora ancestors, who wandered in search of precious water, would finally settle here. The mountains of Lanayru are blessed with high-quality stone. The structures built from said stone are solid yet refined. Just like the Zora and our domain, our buildings exist in harmony with the water. It is a beautiful symbol of our way of life. If you go to the edge of the domain, close your eyes, and listen closely ... you shall be greeted by the gentle sound of water. This kind, soothing sound is a testament to the happy life the Zora are so grateful to have found here. As one born of royal Zora blood, my duty is as clear as it is unshakeable. I, Sidon, swear here and now ... I shall protect our home with my very life, that the gentle sound of water may never cease in our beloved domain.

Learnings of the Zora, Part Two The Legend of Ruto, Our Great Ancestor As told by Prince Sidon

It is written that long ago there was a strong-willed Zora princess who was as meandering as a winding river. This princess, who was dearly loved by her fellow Zora, was noble as she was innocent. Her name was Ruto. One day, a powerful and wicked man tried to take over Hyrule and brought great ruin to the once-peaceful Zora's Domain. Our tales speak of falled Zora soldiers drifting down the river as it sadly reflected the chaotic retreat of the terrified Zora. Princess Ruto bravely fought back her tears and she bore witness to the tragic misery unfolding in the domain. Even amid her heartbreak, the Zora princess did all she coult to help the weak and elderly escape. Next she swam against the river's current and climbed the mighty waterfall to challenge her foe. The details of this fight have fallen victim to the haze of time. Few details remain. Still, it is said she was aided by the princess of Hyrule and the hero of legend, and together they saved Hyrule. So the legend goes. I, Sidon, prince of the Zoram cannot help but ponder these events as I listen to the Zora children play in all their innocence. As Princess Ruta's descendant, it is my fate to carry the torch of her brave acts into tomorrow and beyond. I shall not fail.

Learnings of the Zora, Part Three The Great King Dorephan As told by Prince Sidon

Several springs after I lost my dear sister, Mipha, a large group of Lizalfos attacked the domain. It mattered not that this was my first true battle. The expectations of those around me weighed heavy on my shoulders. The absence of Mipha, who had always been there to encourage me with loving kindness, was like a spear to my heart. As for my own spear, though I was highly trained for its use, it seemed to only cut the air and slash the water's surface. I was taken off guard by a surprise attach from three Lizalfos hiding at the water's edge, each with their blade fixed on me. I knew that my time had come ... and that is when the three Lizalfos disappeared, as quickly as they had arrived. In their place, I saw the towering figure of my father, the great King Dorephan, who had just bested my foes with ease. "Sidon, my son," he said firmly. "You allwed your heart to falter. That is the quickest way to fall on the battlefield." His words cut deep, but as I stood on the brink of dispair, a familiar gently encouraged me. "Your king needs you." Many soldiers later attested they were certain they had also heard the sweet voice of Mipha on that day. From then on, my heart was true and my resolve firm. By lending strength to our king, we were able to save the domain.

Learnings of the Zora, Part Four Two Sisters of Different Blood As told by Prince Sidon

When I was young, I had an irrational fear of strangers. I was particularly bashful around Yona. Paralyzed, even. She was already so mature in manner, and she treated me like a little brother, even though we were not related. There came an unseasonably heavy rain that quickly flooded the river. Us children, who were playing there, were swept away. I was battered by the water's strong flow, my fins helpless to resist. It was Yona who dragged me to the safety of the shore. The water continued to swell as the shore waned, but Yona was unflappable, sweetly comforting me as I shivered in fear. It was Mipha, my dear sister, who finally showed up to rescue us with other Zora adults in tow. I still remember Yona's face as she gazed up at Mipha in admiration. My face must have looked the same as I gazed at Yona. As a child, I had two big sisters. One by birth and one by chance. Yona looked up to Mipha, and I was in awe of them both. Before I knew it, years had passed, and my feelings for Yona became more difficult to quantify. Then, one day ... My father informed me that the amazing young woman who had once been a like a sister to me was to be my bride. Perhaps these feelings and memories are too dear and private to commit to history, but such is the tale of this Zora prince.

Learnings of the Zora, Part Five The Zora Armor She Left Behind As told by Prince Sidon

For some time after I lost my beloved sister, even in the light shining on the water seemed dark and dreary to my eyes. But as they say, time heals all wounds, no matter how deep. I can now speak of her with a smile, as is only fitting. I shall now tell the tale of the Zora armor that my sister crafted for her future husband, as per our ancient custom. One dark day, the domain was in great peril, and I sought help from a traveling Hylian to save our home. He was sparing with his words, yet I trusted him at once. As fate would have it, he was a childhood friend of Mipha's. My father, King Dorephan, troubled by the domain's suffering, requested his help. The swordsman agreed without hesitation. Father bequeathed my sister's Zora armor to this courageous soul, along with her hopes for the safety of the domain. The armor fit Link perfectly - so perfectly that councilman Muzu, who then harbored a hatred of Hylians, could not object. My sister had already left this world, and with her went the dearly held intentions that she had instilled within that special armor. Yet, with Link's help, she shined a light on the Zora in our hour of need, reaching between worlds with gentle fingertips.

Learnings of the Zora, Part Six The Story of Mipha Court: The Beginning As told by Prince Sidon

There was once a terrifying monster on Ploymus Mountain, loosing shock arrows on all who dared to cross its path. It was of utmost importance to drive the beast away, but as the Zora are weak to electricity, our efforts were futile. That is when a lone Hylian arrived at the domain. This swordsman who was sparing with his words ... his name was Link. Unlike us Zora, he was immune to shocks! Well perhaps that is an exaggeration, but one thing is certain. He was very brave. After careful preparation, he ascended Ploymus Mountain and defeated the foul beast all by himself. As if in celebration of newfound peace, clean water mysteriously began flowing at the top of Ploymus Mountain. That is when many Zora, if not most, voiced support for building a place that all could enjoy in that formerly frightful spot. Yet the many tree roots and stones made this task tricky, leading to a focus on the no-less-difficult matter of the name. "Zora Park" was too obvious. "Ploymus Park" only conjured images of the former terrors found there. When I candidly asked whether we should focus on the hard work at hand rather than the name, they all turned my way. "Prince Sidon," they asked. "Surely you must have a good suggestion?" To that, I fell silent, and stayed so for a long while. I shall write the conclusion of this story on another monument.

Learnings of the Zora, Part Six The Story of Mipha Court: The Conclusion As told by Prince Sidon

The first half of this tale can be found on another stone monument. If it is not too much trouble, I advise reading that first. I now present the conclusion. When posed with the task of naming this storied location, I, Prince Sidon, fell silent. After a time, I timidly proposed the one and only name that came to mind for this place of newfound peace. I suggested that we name it after my beloved sister who had long been lost to us ... Mipha Court. I worried they would think I was unfairly favoring my own family's legacy by naming it after my kin. A hush fell over the group. After a time, one of the stonemasons raised his voice in agreement. More voices joined his, one after another. The idea was embraced whlly, and the craftsmen all returned to their work. Though the work was grueling, from then until the completion of Mipha Court, the air was filled with laughter and singing. This incident drove home to my very core how much everyone loved my sister. I hope one day to inspire such admiration. If there is ever to be a Sidon Court, I must work tirelessly to earn that honor.

Learnings of the Zora, Part Seven The Prince and the Swordsman As told by Prince Sidon

The rain always stops ... except when it does not. This humourous saying was once repeated with a soft chuckle around here. Then, one day, heavy rain started falling in the domain, and no matter how many days passed it did not cease. Although the Zora are a water-dwelling sort, we came to miss the warmth of the sun and dry winds upon our backs. Alas, as fervent as our desire was, we had no means of stopping the cause of this unprecedented disaster. When all had given up hope, I, Sidon, took it upon myself to invite a Hylian to the domain. This young swordsman of few words was named Link. I trusted him at once, sensing great devotion in his kind eyes. It was immediately clear that my instincts were correct. Thanks to Link, we were able to face the thread head on. Our battle with the source of the disaster was intense by my newfound friend and I refused to yield until we finally triumphed. Sometimes, writen words flow so much more readily than those spoken ... Link, my dearest friend, you are an unparalleled swordsman, and I admire you so very much. He may lack fins and gills, but it matters not. This hero among heroes exudes magnificence tempered with steadiness. Though we are different, our hearts both yearn to serve a higher calling. I learned much from him, and I am eternally grateful. As I recall my best friend, it occurs to me that though the rains have ceased, perhaps a true adventure never does.

Learnings of the Zora, Part Eight The Princess of Hyrule As told by Prince Sidon

One that despicable disaster had ceased to plague Zora's Domain, a distinguished yet humble lady paid us a visit. This young woman who appeared with Link at her side was none other than Princess Zelda of the royal family of Hyrule. "I beg forgiveness," she said earnestly. "Because of the royal family, Princess Mipha ..." She paused, unable to continue. Small, silent teardrops tumbled down her cheek and hit the floor, one after another, each saying a thousand unspaken words. She gently wiped her eyes and lifted her gaze to meet the king's, speaking kind words of gratitude for Mipha's sacrifice. We knew well that what had transpired was the result of a decision shared by the Zora and by Princess Mipha herself. There was no need for the princess of Hyrule's apology, and even less so for her sorrow. King Dorephan, along with the rest of the Zora, were moved by the depth of Princess Zelda's sincerity. She had held that unthinkable disaster at bay for nearly 100 years with nothing more than the sheer force of her own will. Yet she was not prideful. She dutifully set to work, traveling across Hyrule to secure cooperation for the kingdom's restoration. She was adored by all, yet so humble. She possessed an inner strength, but now I am not so certain. I feel a strong calling one day to acquire this same sort of strength within myself.

Learnings of the Zora, Anecdote One The Solid Water and the Fluid Spear As told by Prince Sidon

The Zora are not associated with water because of our dwelling place alone. We each also, to varying extents, possess the ability to actually manipulate water. We use this gift for many purposes. We use it to swim faster, to achieve mighty leaps from the waves below, to gather fish, and so much more. For me, the true awakening of this ability that many of my childhood chums already possessed came upon me quite suddenly. One day as I was training at Veiled Falls, the rain slickened my grasp, causing me to drop my spear. I reached to grab it, but it was already too far away. Soon it would fall to the bottom of the cliff, never to be seen again. I knew that I must take old of it, and at that moment, droplets created a stream extending from my outstretched hand. The water stream twisted and turned until it finally took hold of my falling spear and deftly returned it to my grasp. In that moment, the water was solid and my spear fluid. This sensation forever changed my approach to spearplay. I was reminded of how my sister, Mipha, described it ... and everything clicked. Water and spear became as one. Gaining yet another layer of admiration for my dear sister, I devoted myself to my spear training from then on.

Learnings of the Zora, Anecdote Two The Great Task Entrusted to Me As told by Prince Sidon

I, Sidon, was entrusted with the great task of renovating the Zora stone monuments that had fallen to ruin. There are 11 stone monuments total find in and around Zora's Domain, including the one you are now reading. The former text written by my father, King Dorephan, could not be salvaged, and so sadly it had to be replaced. Despite my royal blood, whispers abound that it is improper for someone my age to write over the king's glorious words. Ah, but do they not realize that it was King Dorephan himself who ordered me to undertake this restoration project? Father says it is not set in stone that I shall be the one to inherit the throne, as it is not a matter of blood alone. If we ask the eternal skies above whether I am fit to rule, they shall remain silent, and so we must look to our fellow Zora. He urged me to use these monuments to share my learnings and speak to our people straight from my heart. Father is older and wiser than I. His sage advice is a gift. As such, I have inscribed my thoughts upon these 11 stones. I do not know how far-reaching my words shall be, but it is my hope that they will reach whoever needs to hear them most. Until one of the descendants writes over my musings many years from now, I pray they resonate with whoever reads them.

WELL there we are, thanks for the history lesson Sidon you absolute sweetie fhjdkdjf i have thoughts and feelings and emotions but i wont make this post any longer than it already is but i love these characters byeeeEEE

The fur cloak of Chinese fire rats.

The Minister of Justice, Abe no Miushi, was a wealthy man and lord of a prosperous domain. That year, a Chinese merchant ship whose owner was named Wang Ching had arrived in their lands. Thinking of easily obtaining the present request for Kaguya-hime, Abe no Miushi wrote a letter to Wang Ching asking him to buy and send her what had been described as a "Chinese fire rat skin cloak".

A trusted servant gave the letter to Wang Ching along with a sum of gold.

Wang then wrote in response:

“In my country, it is not possible to find the cloaks made with the skin of Chinese fire rats. I've heard of them, but never seen one. If they really existed, someone would have taken one to China. However, maybe some were exported to India, so I'll talk to the rich men there. This task will require difficult negotiations. If my search is unsuccessful, return the money for your servant.”

The merchant ship sailed to China and only a long time later returned to Japan. Knowing this, the minister ordered his servant to travel to the capital on his fastest horse. In seven days, the servant returned with a letter from Wang Ching:

“I obtained, with great difficulty, the cloak of Chinese fire rats that I am sending you now. It was never easy to have a cloak of this skin, not even in the past. I learned that a long time ago an Indian priest had taken one to China and that today it is kept in a temple on a mountain in the west. With the help of the authorities, I managed to acquire it. But the amount you sent was insufficient, so I gave a part of my own pocket. I would be grateful if you would take advantage of the ship's return to send me a kilo and a half of gold. If you do not want to send me this amount, please return the cloak to me.”

When the minister read these words, he exclaimed:

-How can he suggest that? He's only asking for a pittance too much, after all. Of course I'll send you the gold!

The box containing the cloak was encrusted with gems and glittered incredibly. The cloak was blue-black and the ends of the strands glowed with golden light. Without a doubt, it was a treasure of incomparable beauty.

- Now I understand why Kaguya-hime wanted this robe - said minister. -He's splendid!

He put the mantle in the box, tied it to a flowering branch and got ready with all the care, believing that he would already spend that night at the young woman's house. He also wrote a poem to hand over the mantle:

Kagiri naki, omoi ni yakenu, kawagoromo

tamoto kawakite, hiõ [straight sign] koso wa

kime

“I burned in the flames of infinite love, but

today I am safe with the mantle of skin that

it does not burn in the fire.”

The minister took the box to the Kaguya-hime gate and waited there. The Bamboo Cutter accepted the gift and showed it to his daughter.

"What a beautiful cloak!" she said as she examined it. "But I'm still not sure it's genuine Chinese fire rat skin."

- Maybe, but I invited the minister in anyway. In the whole world there is no other robe like it. You better accept that it's genuine. Don't make people suffer so much!

The old man invited the minister in and, seeing him being led to the place of honor in the house, he was sure in his heart that this time the young woman would marry. He was pained to see Kaguya-hime still unmarried and wanted to help her find a husband, even though he knew that she was firmly opposed to this.

- If this fur cloak doesn't burn when it's put in the fire, I'll accept that it's genuine and do what you ask - warned Kaguya-hime. – You have no doubt of its authenticity, but I need to test it with fire.

- That seems quite reasonable to me, said the old man, and informed the minister.

- I have complete confidence in this mantle which, even in China, was difficult to find – claimed the minister. “But even so, please do the test in the flames soon.

Kaguya-hime had the cloak put on the fire and it burned brightly.

"Exactly as I thought," she said. – The cloak was an imitation. And, satisfied, she wrote a poem in response to the minister and put it in the box:

nagori naku, moyu to shireseba, kawagoromo

omoi no hoke ni, okite mimashi o

“If I had known that the mantle would burn even

the end would not have bothered me with it, and yes

kept him away from the flames.”

The minister left.

Many people crowded around the old man's house and said:

- We heard that Minister Abe brought a cloak of Chinese fire rat skin and is now living with the lady. And truth?

Someone reported that, placed in the fire, the cloak had burned and thus Kaguya-hime would not marry the minister.

Those who heard the story passed it on. Since then, he says that when a plan doesn't work out, it's a sign that it's going downhill and should be set aside.

You know, tumblr is still kind of good, actually. I suppose if you consider what became of twitter, the bar is quite low, but it's too bad that long form blogging started to be seen as "passé" at some point in the not too distant past.

I vaguely remember when the format was still quite relevant. I had one when I was in college. It was a WordPress site. It started as a free one, the sort that was hosted on the WP servers, but I eventually got all weird and entrepreneurial, what with trying to start up a literary magazine from scratch and so on, so I discovered how web hosting worked, and learned web design, and eventually had my own custom Wordpress installation hosted on a shared server.

I honestly kept that same host for two decades, which makes me feel sad and old. I've been running out of money, and possibly time, and I didn't renew the subscription this month. I just couldn't. My custom email address, the email address I'd been using for those same two decades, is dead now, but it occurred to me that I never got emails I was genuinely interested in anymore. It was just there for password retrieval, spam, and random notifications from various corporate entities. I don't mourn my websites and such, but it's obviously a problem to have the email down for too long. So I caved ... though I didn't renew the same host. I started paying them 8 bucks a month way back when, and I didn't even notice how it gradually became over 20. I shopped around, and found something that was 12 bucks for the YEAR. Now, that's only the first year, but I don't give a fuck, a deal's a deal. That's a huge saving. Anyway, the problem is that my domain names are hosted elsewhere, and I forgot the password ... and the email the domain registrar has on file to sent reset links and such is the DEAD email address. So fuck me, I guess. I've reached out to them and sent them my ID and all that garbage, so hopefully their "ownership" department can sort this little Catch-22 out eventually...Serves me right. But I digress. Nobody read the blog I used to publish back in college, of course. Same as this one. What in this case is largely by design, back then was a source of anxiety for me. Harper and I are both artists, or were. And I began to realize just how much our civilization despises artists fairly early on. It only tolerates us when we generate capital, specifically for the benefit of non-artists. So at the time, I was quite afraid of what obscurity and failure would do to me. Rightly so, of course. It did everything I was afraid of, and so much more. I remember coming down to the front desk to consult with an acquaintance who was working the night shift there, picking her brain about all the blog stuff, how to actually build an audience and so on. She gave me all sorts of advice, bless her, but I just couldn't properly understand or apply it. Something about tecnorati, and some other website that was kind of like reddit but not quite, and aggregators, and maybe actual reddit? I was asking her specifically because she had a semi "successful" blog at the time. I can't remember what it was about. Something to do with nature, maybe? Hiking? Fishing? I don't know.

Come to think of it, I can't remember what mine was about either ... Which is only striking me as a bit odd. It was probably garbage, to be fair. I am sure that's the reason. It couldn't have been much good if even its actual author can't recall. If I had to guess, it was basically just like this ... a lot of ramblings and digressions, except now there's at least a nominal "focus" ... kind of.

I probably haven't changed or grown all that much ... For much of your life, you look back on your younger self, and you often think "wow, I was one silly and goofy piece of jello back then, and I am so glad I grew out of that phase." At some point that seems to have changed for me. I begin to realize that the old me was never a terrible person by any stretch, even if I was a bit cringe and made mistakes and all that, but I felt like a terrible person, all the damn time, especially when I was depressed. And I still feel exactly the same way now, like a terrible person. Except I can tell the old me wasn't that. They were just naive and innocent and still had hope.

Depression is one hell of a killer, you know. Over the past few decades, people seem to have made it out to be the "acceptable" mental illness, or a "universal" one. Depression and anxiety are used as the butt of self deprecating jokes by people who don't actually understand what they are. PTSD is another one. People think that watching a scary movie or weird commercial qualifies as "childhood trauma." Oh, honey, that's sweet. That's precious. I've got OCD too ... people still think it means you're meticulous or like a clean room or some shit. The reality is so much worse. The constant intrusive thoughts. INTRUSIVE thoughts, not impulsive ones. It's not a compulsion to say or do something goofy for your friends to laugh at. It's vivid images of people you love being slowly tortured and cut open by indistinct perpetrators, so violent and horrid that you WINCE, at least once an hour, its detailed worst case scenarios, atomic bombs, home invasions, gruesome accidents, running through your head multiple times a day, so immersive that you have to shake and shake and shake till you can push it loose. I've got all the good "acceptable" ones. The so called "treatable" ones. The ones it's supposedly okay to talk about, except it really, really isn't. It really, really isn't. Harper had 'em too. Harper was the only friend I had who actually got it. The rest have gone away. I am left in the underworld all alone. Fuck em.

Depression is one hell of a killer. Real trauma is one hell of a killer. There is no healing. I know that now. No recovery. There are occasional remissions and relapses, and then there's death. Fuck, what was I talking about. Eh. Clearly, I am not well.

The Sundial Festival - Part 2: "Do you believe in Fate?"

Myself, Steven, and our new acquaintance Lysandre all exited the gate and headed into Anistar City. It surprised me just how much warmer it was than the mountains that we recently passed through. "The weather seems to be hotter here, can you please hold my coat?" I asked Steven, who rested it on his shoulder and added; "I should really get a bag for this stuff..." I did wonder why he just put everything in his pockets, but I guess he finally thought that himself. Lysandre decided to head off on his own to explore the city, possibly looking for any team flare people to interrogate, maybe killing two Pidgeys with one Onix, the scary tall guy and the scary science people.

That left us with just two, who were greeted by a small, catlike Pokémon with blue-and-white fur, staring at us with its red-and- yellow eyes. "Are you lost?" Steven asked the creature, curious as to why they were so interested in us right as we arrived. It just kept staring at us, it was a little creepy honestly. This Pokémon was shortly caught up to by a woman with tanned skin and purple hair, wearing a black dress, contrasted with a white cloak, and rings floating around her shoulders and wrists.

"Oh, there you are!" the mysterious exclaimed as she picked up what I assumed to be her Pokémon, then she looked up at us and decided to introduce herself. "Looks like my Meowstic had a bit of a premonition about you two. Anyway, my name is Olympia, the psychic-type gym leader here in Kalos, and welcome to Anistar City!" That was a much warmer welcome than the previous gym-leader I met, after the whole 'Valerie' situation, refreshing. I started, "Hello there, Miss Olympia, we're here because I've heard that something special is supposed to happen if I go to the sundial as the sun sets." "Oh really now?" she responded "How about you tell me more, somewhere more comfortable?" "Sure"

We headed into the Pokémon center down the street and sat down "Do you believe in fate?" Olympia asked. "Fate, what's that?" I asked. She explained to me that "Fate is an otherworldly force which guides your life down a certain path. Basically it means that no matter what, some things just end up happening, regardless of our choices". Wait a minute, was it this 'fate' that decided for me to get captured and meet Steven!? "I guess so" I answered, not knowing where the conversation would go from there. "I don't buy that" Steven rebutted "So you're saying there was some supernatural reason that the mega stones are being stolen by the remnants of Team Flare? I think it's just because they're criminals".

Olympia turned her head to look at him, "If it wasn't for fate getting in the way, do you think you would've ever found this bejewelled Pokémon and saved them from their captors?". He looked back at her in shock, "I... um... How do you know that, who told you? Unless you can..." She smirked and said "read minds?". Stevens expression quickly went from shock to a look of confused bewilderment "No, surely you... What? How? This is an invasion of privacy!". She looked back at him with understanding eyes. "Ok, I get if you're a little scared by that, we have only been introduced and all, but how do you expect me to help you without knowing what to help with?" I also found this pretty weird, "So, can you help me? I really need that Diancite..." I asked with hope in my voice.

Olympia said to us both "Sure I can help, it's about time your old treasure was dug back up again, but first we need to make some preparations!" "Old... treasure? P-Preparations for what exactly?" I asked her. "Why, the Anistar City Sundial Festival of course! Don't you remember when you built the thing?" I'd never been this far away from the Diamond Domain in my life! Nevermind the fact that building a structure like the sundial with my powers would knock me out for years, this was a strange statement for her to make. "Um, I... I've never even seen the sundial, so I couldn't have" This changed the look on Olympia's face from excitement to a more sombre expression, along with which she said "Oh, that must've been your...

mother..."

We all fell silent at this.

(To be continued in The Sundial Festival: Part 3)

Having only attempted, and failed at Majora's Mask on the DS, I'd never gotten into a Zelda game before. Cue 2018 and me wanting to continue playing Pokémon (adored X/Y and Ruby) and figuring yes, let's get a switch.

I enjoyed Let's Go but thought afterwards: you know, this hardware must have more that might appeal to me (I used to play PlayStation games every once in a while on the PS3, mostly assassin's creed and bioshock)

I asked the SO of one of my pals who is a huge Zelda nerd if they thought it would be worth getting Botw. They just nodded wide-eyed at me.

So here I am, 2 years down the line, a nerd in my own right, having also finished Majora's Mask before anyone asks 😂 even if it tried hard to break my brain. I'm currently enjoying the hell out of skyward sword and am about to embark on Twilight Princess.

I've found people who create the most magnificent content, videos on lore, history, theories... you name it. They have given me so much inspiration when writing, I can not thank them and this franchise enough.

With that intro out of the way, I want to talk dungeons. More specifically, the lack of them in Botw, which is what I kept hearing before dealing with my first ever old school dungeon in my replay of Majora's Mask.

It's not that I didn't fall in love with the pure dungeon style. Skyward, for all it's got some wonky play due to motion control it also has some pretty spectacular dungeon puzzles. And Majora's stone temple could break most brains.

No, what it got me to thinking about on my last restart of botw was that while most of us tend to compare the divine beasts to dungeons I realized that perhaps we're wearing blinkers here. I have a slightly different, personal headcanon:

Imagine taking a step back from Vah Ruta. The dungeon doesn't start at the entrance where your new boyfriend drops you off with some bolstering words. It doesn't even start when you mount him to ride into battle. I am not making this shit up 😂😂😂

To me the first 'door' is Inigo Bridge. When you are first accosted by a handsome prince looking for a Hylian to help his people.

Your first puzzle: get to the domain.

Second puzzle: get shock arrows (I fuck around across Hyrule before getting here and frequently have enough arrows already). But if you follow the game's gentle nudges you'll probably get here the first time without. This part of the dungeon either needs you to fight a miniboss (lynel) or get really fucking sneaky about gathering the arrows without the big bastard killing you. Lynels are territorial bastards, but if you unequip your weapons and don't get too close or make sudden moves, you can often cross their territory unharmed. It's a heady fucking experience that had me shaking the first time. Haven't tried it with the one on Ploymus Rock, tho, need to test it there. Heh.

Anywho, it's like a bloody dungeon without walls. It adheres to botw's open world attitude so beautifully simple that it never crossed my mind.

Third part is mounting your shark boyfriend and gaining access, calming the beast (Ruta, not Sidon!).

Fourth is gaining access to the boss room: solving the puzzles to activate the terminals - like you would normally bugger about looking for the key to the boss room. So to me, the actual beast is just the last part of a giant, invisible dungeon.

If you disagree, so be it. But to me that is most certainly one of the realizations I made when replaying it the last time. And I love it for what it did. It was my first introduction to a Zelda game, one I had so much fun playing that at no point did I feel 'this is as far as I'm getting, I'm not good enough to get the whole way.' I never felt disheartened. Because I could still go do something else, come back later and see if it was easier. It never made it feel like I was grinding in order to get better, better weapons, better recipes etc.

Originally Majora's Mask confused me, and having played later, if I'd ever gotten to the first dungeon, I would have definitely stopped there. It would have felt disheartening because I can get this far, and no further without that one little item. Now I'm just a cranky little gremlin who keep banging my head against the game until I can get what I need.

At no point did BotW make me feel that way. There were a gazillion other things I could do instead of furthering the story itself. It literally rewarded me for veering off the path to check some stupid little hole or mountain top, even if it was just a Korok seed. Mountain tops in the game are breathtaking, especially when the sun is either going up or down.

So, I for one can not wait to see what BotW2 might bring. Classic dungeons or the fusion of puzzles and open world? I honestly don't care. I'm here for the game, the characters, the physics engine of the game that allows me to pull stupid shit. And Nintendo... I want my 2nd gen champions again. Riju, Yunobo, Teba and Sidon. I need the sharkboy to perv on.

I've got a defensive responsibility as well as trying to get goals and assists.

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