literally where can the zelda franchise go after totk. this is it. we've reached it. the pinnacle of video game entertainment. the whole dev team should just pack their stuff and enjoy a long and comfortable retirement. whoever decides their team has to follow-up on that with the next zelda game should answer for their crimes at the hague. what the fuck. I haven't even beat the game yet but what the fuck.
and how are AAA video game devs everywhere not losing their minds. how the hell did nintendo do any of that? and on that console?? you mean to tell me I can stack 15 differently shaped objects on top of each other and they don't vibrate violently into the skybox?? you mean to tell me the physics engine gladly accepts whatever I throw at it and holds it all together without dropping a frame while running on a machine that was outclassed two generations ago??? this is not witchcraft it's a grandiose demonstration of mastery over every aspect of game development that casts an immense shadow over every other AAA studio. fuck. fuck!!!!
everything about this game is crazy to me. the visuals are crazy. the soudtrack is crazy. the complexity of all systems and how they interact is crazy. the sheer amount of non-repeating content, NPCs, quests, dialogue, puzzles, environment variety - all crazy to me. every time I boot up this game I am humbled by the monumental effort and obvious love that went into every facet of the resulting experience. no cut corners anywhere. mirror-perfect chrome polish.
it's so rare we get something like that, in any field. I'd understand if nintendo never made a zelda game ever again because how do you follow that. god I hope everyone who worked on this game got the fattest check and the sloppiest head. I'm so happy I get to live in shigeru miyamoto's world
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its nice to finally have a GOOD parent for once in this fucking series.
coral is actually pretty cool. i like her.
plus anemone is super pretty and cute.
whirlpools gross and creepy. i hate him. im glad hes dead.
webs is okay... hes actually pretty cool.
gill wouldve nice if..he didnt die.
kestrals dead- good. kinda- shame she didnt get to reunite with peril.
i hope peril makes another appearance- she was also pretty cool.
i fucking love tsunami.
im so glad she reunited with her mom.
coral has first place as best parent so far. :3
book two was pretty cool. alot of reveals.
im glad scarlets dead too. bitch.
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request, you say? How about g1 cosmos/Soundwave, with cosmos pregnant. Cosmos isn't up for regular interface, but he will let Soundwave fuck his thighs (now soft and plush from pregnancy weight)
holy shit I finally finished this, I am so sorry
Cosmos's personality fought me so much- I could barely find anything for him on the tf wiki
Word Count: 525
Soundwave gently massaged Cosmos’s thighs, his free servo on the round swell of his mate's belly. Soundwave smiled under his faceplate, thinking of months from now when new little ones would be toddling around their habsuite.
“Thanks, ‘Wave,” Cosmos hummed, leaning back against the tape deck's chestplate. “But my thighs aren't the only thing that's sore.”
Soundwave blushed. He had been massaging his lover's thickened thighs for a while now. He just couldn't stop, the feeling of the softened mesh squishing in his servos utter bliss. Cosmos's thighs had grown big and plush from his pregnancy, soft and cute and so very squishable.
“Not that I mind!” Cosmos quickly added. “It's just- I'm a little… Charged. Maybe I'm seeing things.”
“You are not,” Soundwave replied, gently pushing Cosmos down on the couch. “And I am feeling… Charged as well…~”
Cosmos’s visor widened as he heard a spike cover clicking back. He squeaked as he felt his partner’s spike press against his valve panel, quickly shaking his helm.
“No! No, no no no! I already have trouble walking because of the little ones, I am not adding a sore valve to my walking problems!” Cosmos said, pushing Soundwave's helm into his thighs. “If you wanna frag something, frag these.”
“Wif pweshure,” Soundwave said, muffled by Cosmos’s chubby thighs. He begrudgingly removed his helm from the plush mesh, turning his green partner around and laying him on his servos and knees. “Are you ready?”
“Primus, yes!” Cosmos whined, already pushing his thighs into Soundwave. “And while you're at it, massage my hips. They're sore.”
“Will do.” Soundwave replied, slipping his spike between the soft, plush rolls of fat on Cosmos's thighs. “Ah… Cosmos, you're so soft…”
“I'm- uh, I'm aware,” Cosmos mumbled, the friction of Soundwave's ribbed spike pushing in and out of his thighs incredibly arousing.
“I- hah, I l-love you, dear,” The tape deck moaned, thrusting faster as his servos moved to massage Cosmos's hips.
“Love- ah~ love you t-t-ah, too…” Cosmos moaned. “W-What do you- uh, think the kids will- oooh, b-be like~?”
“Hopefully- nn~ hopefully better behaved than- uh, than R-Rumble and F-Frenzy- frag~” Soundwave said, his thrusts growing faster.
“Ohh~ T-That's- yeah, I- I agree, and- oh~! That's the p-perfect spot,” Cosmos bucked his hips, squeaking as he felt Soundwave squeeze and grope his chubby thighs. The friction was amazing,
“Cosmos, I'm going to-”
“S-So am I~”
Both mechs overloaded together, transfluid spurting from their spike and valve respectively all over Cosmos's thighs and the couch. Soundwave panted heavily as he rode out his overload, still thrusting slowly into his mate’s fat thighs. Once he was finished, Soundwave clicked his panels back in place and set Cosmos back on his lap, still groping his now sticky thighs.
“I think the bitlets enjoyed that, too. They're kicking,” Cosmos said, before groaning. “Ow.”
“Would you like me to carry you to the berth to rest?”
“Oh, yes, please.” Cosmos replied, his visor brightening as the navy mech lifted him, carrying him through the door to their berthroom.
He flopped onto the bed, curling up as much as he could with his swollen middle. Soundwave got into berth much slower, spooning the green mech.
“Night, ‘Wave,” Cosmos mumbled.
“Goodnight, darling.”
Cosmos giggled.
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So my school (that I've graduated from now yay!) had a competition for the yearbook cover. I very much decided that I was gonna go overboard and thank you so much to @beetrootbot for helping me with the shading :3
Also! I’m selling this design on my Redbubble if any of y’all are interested: https://www.redbubble.com/people/Mysticalite/shop?asc=u
Design choices if you care about that:
- Based off how angels are described in the Bible (Isaiah, Revelation) specifically Revelation 4:8 except I misread it slightly so now it has 6 sets of wings:
𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘪𝘹 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 ��𝘰 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨,
“𝘒𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘩, 𝘬𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘩, 𝘬𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘩
𝘈𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘪 𝘌𝘭𝘰𝘩𝘦𝘪-𝘛𝘻𝘷𝘢’𝘰𝘵,
𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘺𝘢 𝘷’𝘩𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘩 𝘷’𝘺𝘢𝘷𝘰!
𝘏𝘰𝘭𝘺, 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺, 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘺
𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘓𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘎𝘰𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘏𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴,
𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥
𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦!”
- I used their chant as part of the halo
- A seraph (meaning ‘burning one’), the highest ranking angel in Christian angelology
- Due to name and stimulus (‘Shine brightly as together we look to him’) I leaned very heavily into light as seen in the glowing chest, flaming head, and placing among stars
- High ranking angels are said to hold objects of gold and sapphire, so I used those colours
- There is a reason whenever angels appear the first thing they say is “Be not afraid”, I wanted to showcase why
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right now i just demand everyone to accept every part of me.
i don't want your pity.
oh gods that's it, isn't it.
that's why i feel so uncomfortable about these people who think they know me, only because my parents used to force me to go to church.
they pity me.
"they just want to help you."
why though?
why do you think i need help in the first place?
what part of me do you see as a problem that needs to be fixed?
is it the fact that i didn't function in school? why is that a problem? no, seriously, why?
because in my opinion that the schools' fault.
because i'm still living, don't you see? i don't go to school anymore, i don't have a job. sure, i get help with my mental health. sure, i can't live on my own.
but why is that a problem? why is that your problem?
why does make you so uncomfortable that you feel the need to pity me? what makes you think that that is a problem?
it's not killing me, is it? all these things do not set whole world on fire.
i can live fine without any school degrees. i'm proving that right fucking now.
it's not a problem for me.
so why do you think i should be grateful because "you want to help me"?
damn.
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