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#MY FAV CHARACTER GOT HIS SHINING MOMENT!!!!!

zipora666 · 1 month

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something I need to share with you guys..its been on my mind for months ..I HAD WH O’’C BUT NEVER SHARE IT AND NOW IM DONE WITH IT SO :>

Meet.. BUDDY MONKEY!

Do you feel like your pocket got empty a bit? You want adventures and do silly pranks? BUDDY MONKEY ITS JUST FOR YOU!

So the story is buddy monkey is a character show on the summer episodes and whenever there is adventures and danger! He’s a pirate lives in a ship and he always like to find shiny stuff and treasure! he will treat you like as your big brother! He like to be sneaky and if you find your wallet missing you won’t be surprised it’s from him but dw he will return it to you (eventually) he like to do silly pranks and make others smile (but remember! He will never go far with his pranks or do on. People that are more sensitive) he is a gentleman and good “mama’s boy you can say!

some stuff they never knew: where he came from who was his family or his real name and if you look closely at the episodes at first he was ok with wally darling but with the time you can see he barely talk to him...something is off ..BUT ANYWAY LETS CONTINUE!

Ship design

More lore to know yes he do have a rare bird..the story behind it he say like this:

buddy moneky: I find the bird when I travel to a land full of birds that was going to be doomed or destroyed when I got there and I saw all the creatures panic and the birds flew off but i hear someone was in danger I run and cut the trees with my swords to make my path easier and found a majestic unknown bird..not from this world look like and was injured on the wing then I look up saw a tree will fell on them I immediately grab the bird and go to the ship Idk what happend there ..but right when I was on the ship looking behind me ...the land got destroyed.

monkey buddy took her as his new travel partner he realize it’s a female bird called her “dimly diamond” Bc the moment the sun hit her feathers they shine like 1000 of diamonds

(The design)

dimly diamond is a rare bird and may be the last one..they can live many years and buddy monkey like to spoil her with jewels and everything she needs so this bird very close to him and will protect him in any danger!

Now Bc I like to spoil my fav artists so..here ya go!

(@cloudy-dreams,@sketchquill,@sketchy-tour,@xx-sketchy-xx,@qep0ermint)

WAIT THERES HUMAN VERSION TOO!?

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH *ahem* excuse me ☝️

(Damn it’s been long time I did anime guys-)

Hope you all enjoy I had this character for idk..2-3 months or more lol

Forgot to mention he can stretch his body very long!

#my art #welcome home #art #fanart #welcome home au #Buddy monkey!#buddy monkey WH #buddy monkey welcome home #Ms honee #vince vineyard #original oc #WH o”c

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demonbarberofbeepbeep · 3 months

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I saw Sweeney with Aaron Tveit and Sutton Foster on Sunday :3 BRAIN DUMP WITH SPECIFIC PRODUCTION DETAILS AHEAD. DONT READ IF YOU DONT WANT TO SPOILED ON CERTAIN ACTING CHOICES THEY MAKE

First, Sutton, my surprise fav:

Now, I had heard the Worst Pies leak from her, and I was worried. But I actually ended up loving her Nellie Lovett.

The former cast had a younger, pretty blonde soprano style Mrs Lovett. Sutton was a little bit of a return to the classic Mrs. Lovett dynamic - an older, scatterbrained woman. Not as openly seductive and feminine as Annaleigh, but very funny and affable. She was less sensuous, older, more desperate. Kind of a Katherine Hepburn physicality, long and slender flailing limbs. Goofy but an intense undercurrent of loneliness. She had a very gangly and bumbling physicality to her. She was taller than Sweeney (in her heels) and that affected their dynamic in interesting ways - when she was coming on to him, it almost felt like she was trying to grapple him sometimes. She did some very funny new bits. In her entrance to Worst Pies In London, she had a carrot and she was biting pieces off it and spitting it out into the pie crust. It was a hilarious gag. People were surprised at how wobbly her delivery was on the first night - well, it was like that on the third night too! It was pretty funny. She was obviously doing it on purpose.

She slid off his lap in By The Sea and put her feet in his face and then started rubbing his chest and taking off his suspenders with her toes. She got a lot of mileage out of flailing her limbs in a humorous fashion. I think her comedic chops really shined here and in Little Priest.

I think her darkness was more on view here too - she had a truly evil look when she embraced Toby at the end of Not While I’m Around. And she had an interesting moment of cruelty with the Beggar Woman - when they had their confrontation, she seemed to grasp her chin or pull her hair or something in a way that caused her pain. It seemed like she was right on the edge, and totally desperate, with claws at the ready.

I have really mixed feelings about Aaron’s Sweeney. There were some things I liked about him. He does a good scowl, and when he burst onto the scene, lit from above, his eyes cast into shadow - I felt like we were in for a convincingly demented and dark take. But unfortunately, he did not keep the intensity up the whole time. Part of this is, I think, out of his control - he’s just a very handsome and small-framed man, and he didn’t look either intimidating and beefy, like Nicholas Christopher, nor convincingly beaten down and sad eyed, like Josh Groban. I think he tried to play a more open-to-Lovett Sweeney, but once he let up the scowling and hate, I just felt like there wasn’t enough negative affect to him left. Beard or no beard, his look just screams “handsome prince“ or “elf” or something.

The real thing I struggled with was his voice. Now, he’s obviously an amazing talent and an incredible singer, and I did enjoy seeing him. How could I not? It’s Enjolras from the Les Mis movie! So cool! But having a tenor in this role is just kinda wrong. There were moments where we needed Sweeney’s baleful booming voice to really resonate and he just didn’t deliver - in the ominous duet with Turpin, or in the crowd scene where he’s heckling Pirelli - he sounded high, weak, and reedy. There wasn’t enough power. And I know he has a beautiful voice, but having him as Sweeney didn’t really let him use it to its full advantage. Sure, he can soar into high octaves, but what good does that do us when he’s just hitting the lower notes in a nothing-special register rather than a deep rich boom? It didn’t really portray Sweeney’s madness or darkness. It’s just wasn’t right for the character.

He did make some interesting and unique choices for the character. Some things I noticed and liked: he often grabbed his chest or heart, as if in pain. He was very nimble and scrambled and leaped around the stage. This is a “quick and quiet and clean ‘e was” style Sweeney. So, to make up for the lack of deep ominous voice, I expect him to really amp up the madness. And he gave some good crazy acting for Epiphany. What he really is good at is scowling, barking laughter, scampering around. But his acting job was uneven. His Benjamin Barker reveal, rather than being brutal, was a little bit strange - he was across the room and then ran at the judge to slash his throat. I felt very let down by the final sequence. I expected some chewing-the-scenery style screaming and moaning. He didn’t scream or cry, just kind of grimaced. “Oh no… Lucy…” Honestly, it wasn’t as sad and melodramatic from anyone as I wanted it to be. He laughed when Toby came to kill him, which was kind of cool, but also contributed to the weird lightness of his take.

Their chemistry - they were playing it to be more fond of each other. They had moments of chemistry and acknowledging each other right out of the gate. He was surprisingly game about eating the pie, almost trying to make her feel better about it or something. Later, when he grasped her arms and asked about his wife, it seemed like there was already a spark of mutual feeling or something. This is a nicer Todd than I’ve seen. He was also pretty indulgent to her in By The Sea, grasping her knee reassuringly when he said he loved her. They did not have the crazy ass chemistry that Josh and Annaleigh had by the end of their run, which is perhaps to be expected. Again, I liked how friendly they were with each other. It worked well for Sutton’s take on Mrs. Lovett. We got to see how she jumped hungrily at any scrap of kindness he tossed her. But along with his light voice and handsome tiny man vibe, it served to make him even less menacing and foreboding, which he already didn’t have enough of IMO. So, mixed bag.

Other notes from the night:

Delaney was on as Johanna! She was awesome, a very fleshed out version. You could tell she had done it before. She had a lot of funny intonations in Green Finch and Linnet Bird, really pausing to consider what the birds might be doing. “Are you discussing? 😑 Or fussing? 😩Or merely dreaming? 🙂 Are you crowing? 😧 Are you SCREAMING?? 😰”

One interesting live theater moment: In the scene where she’s trying to escape Sweeney’s parlor, I think she smashed her face getting out of the box. Her hat was off and she was holding a cloth in front of her face for some reason until she left the shop. It looked like she was bloodied, but she played it off well. I hope she’s okay!

Joe Locke as Toby - he had a beautiful voice, very sweet sweet younger style Toby. Much like Aaron, IMO, he did not get crazy enough with it at the end. But beautiful voice and heartbreakingly vulnerable. There were a few new cast members who were good, didn’t get their names, but I liked ‘em!

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heyimcelery · 24 days

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Okay so I watched all of Ninjago Dragons Rising s2p2! I've got so many thoughts and I'm dumping them all here in a long list. SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

to start: Cole!! He's a family man! He's got a boyfriend and they hold hands and they care for their kids and Bonzle so obviously came out to them and omg I wanted to cry. The joy of acceptance. I mean come one she kept saying how alone she felt, they're found family, she was repeating that she chose he town name and identity and the villains were insistent that she wants a person but just a spell like come on

But there's more than that, I have questions I have concerns!! Like wtf happend on Coles quest?? With Sensei Wu??? Like he disappeared and turned up again and said he would explain but never did.

Cole also came back from that in his bolder form so did he figure out he could do it on his own then? Is that what he learned on his quest?? If so it's gonna be a little awkward when he tried to explain that to his bf Geo.

With part 2 I really want to see the whole gang meet them and talk and catch up on everything. Like cole has been missing since the merge and no one this season cared. At all. They hadn't seen him in ages- didn't even know if he was alive until drs1 but nope no worries or concerns. Not even a question of what he was up to.

When he came through the portal Zane wasn't worried or confused at all, just oh? You need some help?? Sure let's beat these bad guys and not worry or show emotions! Is a tearful reunion for my fav character too much to ask?? Cuz he clearly deserves it. :(

And then into both Zane and Coke this season!! Love them!! They've always been my fav duo (gonna have to start shipping geo/Cole/Zane as poly now) it was so fun to see them going around together with Bonzle. They had some great moments and I'm praying we get more in the next part.

On the other hand it was a shame they got such small roles- just seperated from the others as a way to help Bonzle. It means they didn't have the same lessons or knowledge the others got which is totally unfair!! They have a lot to catch up on. They also never got a chance to be part of the main battle

It's dumb but I was kinda hoping for Cole to show off his stronger powers (he always seems to get new powers every other season but that's a discussion for another day). Like sure he could use his robotic mech suit but that's been done before! He can do his boulder thing now (unless somehow he still thinks he can't which means he kept up that form for several days on his quest) and when he made that giant mid hut to protect his family!! I want to see him do that again! Let me man go ape shit to protect Bonzle.

And on another note, Geo my beloved, you should get a chance to shine with your powers. A chance to show off or at least have a talk about them with Cole.

Next up WyldFyre. I was worried they would make her the annoying comic relief cuz if her injury but her talks about losing loved ones and dragon culture and her home were really sweet and it was great to see some development so driven by battles. I love those too don't get me wrong but like I needed to see this side of her. And I adore her relationship with Kai, being besties/mentors/dad for her works so great for both characters.

I will be first to admit that

Kai wasn't really my favourite. If you couldn't tell I love Cole followed by Zane. Always have and likely always will. I suppose that early Kai reminded me too much of some guys form my class and they turned into shitheads and I've always struggled to reconcile Kai's image form theirs. He was always a little too brash, hotheaded, and too often written as stupid to fall into my good graces.

And yet this season I adored him. Of course I've never hated him but like this season made me see what all his fans (many many fans) see in him.

I thought Kai being the first to master such a new, difficult and crucial skill was incredibly satisfying. Form all the way back to season 1 he's been the butt of jokes- having to learn he's not the centre of the universe and sometimes it's others like Lloyd who are the chosen ones. That's all great but him now getting a starting role, his ability being fueled by thoughts of his family, by his childhood and by protecting is friends was just too good to ignore him. Love this form of his character more than any other I've seen.

And now Kai is trapped :(

I'm glad he's got Bonzle with him tho so hopefully they can have each other's backs (she's meant to be a POWERFUL spell after all) they'll need each other if they're trapped with those other 4 guys. If they can apparently demolish everything then I'm rather worried for the duo. Tbh I'm sure they'll survive just fine, probably making jokes at Cole's expense all the while.

On a side note, I found it super cute how WyldFyre was willing to protect and go down with Kai. Besties I'm telling ya

Now Jay. I've never thought too hard about him I know he's one of the favs of the fandom but like Kai I was never so besotted with him. Still a great guy and omg I feel so bad. One of his worst fears was always being alone and now stuck, confused, forced to hide such a fundamental part of himself.

On the other hand he's got a gun now so that's fun!!

And you can't talk about him without mentioning Nya. He worst fears being him forgetting hurts my soul. And she was so sure it could never be true that she snapped out of her nightmare state!! She's going to break when she finds out.

She's already grieving her own brother, we saw her break down into WyldFyre (more proof she's an honorary sibling by now) but now knowing what's happening with Jay, I'm saying the angst is going to be overpowering. It's a greek tragedy fr

Part 2 is going to be rough. Jay only had a single scene but it's already a sign for the worst to come.

Speaking of things being rough, Lloyd is going THROUGH IT!! give this poor guy a break. I do appreciate that we physically get to see the effects of all his trauma- that everything that's happened has real consequences for his character and the story but I can't help but feel bad.

I've also suffered from anxiety for most of my life so to see it in a character like that feels really personal to me. Hope he gets a little break though, god knows he deserves it.

Have to say it's pretty funny that Lloyd's had so much Oni trauma that he forgot that he's part dragon too. Yes ninjas dragons can do spinjitsu why are you surprised at this point

The animation this season has been incredible, the fights were beautiful the angles so interesting and dynamic and I could go on for hours about how much I love it. It's always great when kids -and even animation in general is treated with respect. It doesn't dumb it's ideas and stories and characters for the sake of it's younger audience, and that makes it so much better for me who is definitely out of the age range.

I have my more points to make but I've been adding stuff in and off for ages so I'll probably go through this all later. Thanks for reading, please I want to know your own thoughts too I love discussing that kinda stuff!!

#cole ninjago #ninjago kai #ninjago cole #lego ninjago #ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #ninjago dr spoilers #ninjago analysis #dragons rising season two #spoilers #ninjago spoilers #thoughts #discussion

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liyawritesss · 1 year

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ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴇɪɢʜᴛᴇᴇɴ ;; ᴘᴛ ᴠɪ

ʏᴏᴜ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴡɪɴ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ, ʙᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴏꜱᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ;; ᴘᴛ ɪɪɪ

Characters: MCU!Shuri Udaku x Black!Masc!Reader

Type: Fic

Word Count: 7.4k

Synopsis: A garden can only grow if tended to; and Shuri becomes the sun that helps your flower petals unfold.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of medical tools (needles), mild violence, mentions of bullying, hints of self-deprecation, readers fear of labs

A/N: A bit on the shorter side, but she’s still here! I’m so sorry for the delay - school got in the way with some assignments, but I'm back on track! This is the last part of the backstory - the next part, we’re hopping back into the present day and things are about to get pretty intense, so strap in! Suggested songs to listen to while reading: ‘lonely’ by Billie Eilish and Khalid, ‘Not Today’ by Alessia Cara, ‘Dear Society’ by Madison Beer, ‘alter’ by Kehlani, ‘moonchild’ by RM

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11 Years Ago.

January 28th, 2014. The Golden City, Wakanda.

A series of raps at his door brings T’Challa from his slumber. He has always been a light sleeper, and so when the harsh knocks echo throughout his room, he awakes with a start. The room is dark, with only the moon’s beams shining brightly through the large windows, casting a soft white glow as far as the moonlight can reach within the chambers. It leaves an ethereal glow upon the Prince’s bare chest, highlighting the physique he had worked up due to his extensive training.

Another figure rises from his bed as well, the sheets slipping off her form and the moonlight’s glow brings out the beauty of her cocoa-toned skin. Nakia is a heavy sleeper, but it was not the knocks that tore her from her slumber, it was the missing presence of her lover.

“It is two in the morning,” the River Tribe native mumbles out, grumpily, “what in Bast’s name is the meaning of this?”

T’Challa presses a kiss to Nakia’s temple, shushing her grumbles and encouraging her to fall back into the bed. She does so, as T’Challa throws his legs off the edge of the bed, sleep still plaguing his body, as he shuffles to the door. Cracking it open slightly, he is met with the sight of Okoye, who has a rather irritable look in her eye. It is not an uncommon occurrence - but it is something about the fierceness of her stare that urges the Prince to straighten and push away the cloud of fatigue that once rested in his brain.

“Pardon the intrusion, my Prince,” Okoye says lowly, “we have a problem down at the lab.”

T’Challa furrows his brows in confusion. “Shuri? What has she done now?”

“I’m afraid Shuri is not the only person involved.”

Okoye’s vagueness only causes T’Challa’s frown to deepen, and it takes him a moment to understand what Okoye’s words imply. He sighs deeply, briefly closing his eyes as he wipes a hand down his face, perhaps in an attempt to wake himself up a little more to deal with the brewing situation.

“Let me put on a shirt.” He mumbles, and Okoye nods in reply, stepping back to allow the door to close for a moment as T’Challa fishes around the edge of the bed for his discarded sleepshirt. Nakia watches his movements, her back propped up on the headboard, eyes heavy but she refuses to let them close.

“What is wrong, my love?” asked Nakia, her eyes laced with what could be determined as worry due to the soft blue-white moonlight that pools into the room, illuminating it from the darkness that still looms in the furthest corners of the chamber.

“Shuri has created some trouble in the lab, it seems,” T’Challa replies, “and if it is with whom I think it is with, I do not think I will be able to retire to bed again.”

“You mean with (Y/N)?” Nakia follows up, and she notices the change of pace that T’Challa had taken when pulling his sleep shirt over his head. He slows, and Nakia notes his hesitancy to speak on it. As if, if he were to speak it into existence, it would solidify the reality of the situation at hand.

It had only been roughly a month since you’d been relocated to Wakanda permanently. T’Challa hadn’t expected much to change within a month, but he also didn’t expect for the transition process to be as hard as the first time. Perhaps he believed that if you were with people who cared about you and your existence, that the adjustment would be smooth, seamless. Unfortunately, in the little time that you have returned home, this was not the case.

“I will return soon,” T’Challa hums, “please rest, my love.”

The prince returns to his bedside, of which Nakia had taken her place in his absence. He presses another kiss onto the crown of his lovers head, of which lingers for a second longer than intended, but the two indulge in it nevertheless. Nakia grasps onto T’Challa’s upper arm, grabbing his attention and drawing his eyes into her own.

“Do not be hard on yourself, T’Challa,” Nakia whispers, “and do not let your frustrations get the better of you.”

Nakia has always been able to read the prince; had always been able to pick up on his emotions and innermost feelings. It was one of the many qualities the River Tribe native had that captivated the man's heart, a blessing dressed in her soft confidence that she radiated. And she has always known exactly when to use this gift, whenever the Prince was too deep into his own head about things and needed someone to properly bring him back into reality. And T’Challa revels in it, her ability to quell the troubled waters of his mind and speak to him the words he wishes to hear. He doesn’t know how she does it, but regardless, his everlasting thanks lie with the Panther Goddess for blessing him with a woman to match his nature.

“I’ll be back,” the prince whispers back, relaxing into her touch just a bit to let her know that he has taken heed to her words and will try to keep his composure. Nakia releases him, and the prince slips on his slippers and night robe before exiting his bedroom.

Meeting back with Okoye and walking the abandoned halls of the palace, the silence that befalls the two is one filled with an unnamed anxiousness, and T’Challa is the most affected by this. Millions of scenarios run through his head, trying to think of what could have possibly happened for the two of you to have had an altercation so bad that Okoye of all people had to fetch him. Millions of them, and yet, none of them do not result in his presence being needed, and leaves a pit of unease to settle within T’Challa’s stomach.

The walk to the lab is a short one, much so due to the fast pace that T’Challa and Okoye take on in the moment of urgency. And when T’Challa bounds the corner and the visual of the laboratory comes into view, the prince’s steps slow and his face contorts into that of a frown of disbelief. Okoye’s pace matches until the both of them come to a halt, standing just beyond the threshold of the laboratory, T’Challa taking in the sight before him.

“The Dora heard the yelling and a sound of something shattering,” Okoye informed, the Prince taking a few steps forwards as she continued to speak, “but when they arrived, nothing was broken. They were met with the sight of the Princess frozen to the wall.”

Shuri was, indeed, frozen flush against the wall to T’Challa’s right. Her braids hung low and framed her face, of which held a sheepish smile, one that T’Challa knew was there to hide the guilt brewing in herself.

“Hello brother…” she chimes, nervously, “have you slept well?”

T’Challa’s hands raise to his face, wiping them down the length of it as he releases a deep sigh, remembering his promise to Nakia to remain composed. “Where is (Y/N)?”

Shuri points to a space not too far from them, and T’Challa’s eyes scan the room until they settle on your form, hiding behind a counter. Your eyes peak from over the countertop, and he sees the near petrified look that hides within them. The way they dart across the room, notably to the amount of Dora that litter the space, and it’s in that instant that T’Challa realizes why you’re so scared.

“(Y/N),” the prince calls to you, his voice a comforting hum and his eyes showing sincerity, but still holding a stern gaze, “yiza apha, please.”

It takes a moment before you slowly rise from your hiding place, and with you, the black panther plus that is being hugged tightly against your form, glistening from tiny drops of water coating it’s fur. The steps you take are cautious and creeping, but not wanting to disappoint him, you continue until you are at his side.

“Release her, please,” T’Challa instructs, with a calmness that suggests this has happened before, gesturing to the princess’s current position on the wall. Another moment passes by but you comply, raising a hand and waving away the solid into its water state, releasing Shuri from its hold and dropping her carefully onto the ground. Another wave, and the water evaporates into the air, and while it adds an extra layer of mugginess to the already moist and warm atmosphere, it’s nothing compared to the thickening tension that surfaces.

T’Challa doesn’t even have to say anything to Shuri, for once she has made sure she is dry and her eyes meet the stern look in T’Challa’s, she is bounding to him as well, head hug slightly low and footsteps quick and precise. The Prince's gaze shifts between the two teenage girls, both shifting their weight on their feet and avoiding his gaze.

“Would someone like to speak up and tell me what happened here? Hm?”

If it was one thing the both of you hated, it was that tone. The tone T’Challa carried whenever he was frustrated, whenever he was disappointed. And when it came to the both of you, there was always this additional bit of disapproval, and it ate away at the both of you. Shuri because he was her older brother, the man who had taught her everything she knew and always showed how he valued her brilliance and abilities. You because T’Challa was a father figure to you, and you didn’t want to disappoint the man who risked everything to rescue you and make countless moves to ensure your safety and livelihood.

The both of you remained silent, and it pulled another deep sigh from the Black Panther. “No one?” And if it were possible, the both of you would have diverted your gazes further, wishing upon whatever stars lurked in the skies tonight that he wouldn’t have either of you face him.

“So quiet. Must be from fatigue…Perhaps a few days out of the lab will do you good, Shuri?” The man presses. His gaze shifts from Shuri to you, as he speaks again, “and for you, (Y/N), our trip to the market tomorrow will be canceled so that you may rest as well.”

T’Challa was not a man to make threats, but when he did, he knew how to form them and how to have them cut deep. Within an instant of Shuri’s lab deprivation and your market trip being threatened, words began to spill out of your mouths like the waters of Warrior Falls. The volume of which the both of you spoke created an unpleasant ring within T’Challa’s ears as the both of you spewed accusations about each other.

“Konele, konele, konele!” The Prince declares, and it silences the both of you once again. He isn’t sure if it was the volume of which his voice increased that caused you and Shuri to silence, or if it was the tone of command in the word he had yelled out, but nonetheless he is thankful for the silence this time. It gives him a moment to think for another approach, as he knows neither of you will talk unless prompted to.

“Shuri,” T’Challa says with a smack of his lips, “would you like to explain to me what occurred here?”

Shuri opens her mouth to speak a little too quickly, which makes T’Challa quickly add on, “and tell the truth. I will know if you are not.”

Shuri closes her mouth, allowing a moment to pass, before she speaks again, “I-I was just trying to help her get over her fear of labs-”

“Liar!” You accuse immediately.

“Am not! I swear it!”

“Then why take my panther plush?!”

“You wouldn’t have come if I hadn’t!”

“Girls, please!” And for the third time that night, T’Challa has had to raise his voice, and he is becoming impatient. “It is three in the morning, everyone is exhausted. Whatever stunt that was pulled will be addressed in the morning. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes brother.” Shuri whispers, defeated.

“Yes, T’Challa.” You whisper as well, equally defeated.

T’Challa has Okoye escort the princess back to her room, while he personally escorts you to yours. The silence that befalls the two of you on the walk back is heavier than the tension in the laboratory moments prior. You keep your head down, purposefully avoiding his gaze, and T’Challa has an idea as to why. And with the amount of distance between the two of you and the way you clutch the poor panther plush close to your chest, it’s a sure sign to the prince that it is not worry that plagues you. It is fear.

It is when T’Challa is about to leave you to your room that you confirm his suspicions. “I’m sorry, T’Challa.”

“I know you are. And I also know you are not to blame.” The Prince reassures.

“I didn’t mean to do that to her, I just-” and the way that your fiddling with the fur on your plush and the shifting of weight from one foot to the other tells T’Challa that you are sincerely remorseful, “-it got the better of me, and I tried to stay calm, I really did, but she-”

“Provoked you. I know, (Y/N),” T’Challa reassures once more, and turns his body back to face you, leaning down a bit to match your height, “we will speak about it in the morning, when the tension has settled, alright?”

And although you nod in response, disappearing behind your bedroom door, the Prince can’t help but feel like his words had done very little to quell the waters of worry and fright within your mind, as they had did his own.

February 4th, 2014. The Palace Gardens

The Palace Gardens became a frequent place you visited. It was possibly the quietest place within the large royal structure, and you were glad to have found a place besides your room that you could go to at any time of the day. It was a refreshing scene, with the many varying depths of green and sizes of the plants that inhabited the gardens. On days where you could not leave the palace, the garden became your sanctuary.

You and Dr. Umphi were sat in one of the gazebos located within the garden. She thought that since your session would be in the Palace Gardens, that the two of you could make flower bouquets. Initially you were indifferent to the idea, but once you were presented with the wide arrange of flowers to choose from, you quickly became enamored with the activity.

“I heard you had quite the time in River Town the other day,” Dr. Umphi begins, as she’s carefully removing the thorns from the rose stem in her hand, “how was visiting the riverfront?”

“It was okay,” You replied, focusing intently on where you wanted the placement of you Lily of the Valley stem to sit in your bouquet, “the water….wasn’t all that bad, I guess.”

It was a step in the right direction, Dr. Umphi thought, and it seemed to be working. Introducing you to the river was a cautious idea, one that needed to be approached with great care and gentleness. Your initial fear of water in large bodies was understandable, having had it be used against you for the majority of your young life. Which is why Umphi ordered to have Nakia introduce the town to you. You were warm to Nakia because of her association with T’Challa, and Umphi believed that having that familiarity with you during your visit would keep you grounded.

“Did Nakia teach you anything?” Dr. Umphi asks.

“We met with the elder guy,” you hummed, still focusing on your bouquet, “they talked about the history of the River Tribe. It was really cool.”

Dr. Umphi hums, skillfully slipping the long stem of her rose within the confines of the vase to be tied together later with the other flowers. “Meet any new friends?”

At the mention of this, Umphi notices how you visibly tense up. Your shoulders close in and your movements pause for the slightest of seconds, before moving once again.

“Not really.” You mumble out, mimicking Umphi’s movements and slipping in the stem of the flower you had in hand into the vase with the rest of them.

“Really?” Dr. Umphi says, sounding a bit shocked. “I was told otherwise.”

“Were you?” You asked, brows furrowing together inquisitively.

“Mhm,” Dr. Umphi confirms, “I was told that you protected a young child from a bully. And you were very brave about it.”

“Oh,” was the only sound that left your lips. Umphi notices how you’ve completely stopped building your bouquet. Instead, you’re retreated into your most inner thoughts. She’s sure that you are recalling the event; how it occurred, how you reacted, why you reacted the way you did. The account that Dr. Umphi had was on the side of the tribal elder, the victim, and the bully. She was never one to take unnecessary disciplinary actions, and in your case, unjust punishment would only set you back further. She needed you to recall the event verbally, tell her exactly what happened, so that she could draw a conclusion and understand just what may have been going on in your mind for things to have escalated the way that they did.

“I wasn’t brave,” you whispered.

“You protected someone, my dear. That seems pretty brave to me.” Umphilisi reiterates.

You shook your head vigorously at her claims. Umphilisi reaches across the table to grab hold of your hands, and her touch calms you. Your gaze remains focused on the table, not having the heart to face the doctor.

“Talk to me, little umpkhuseli,” Dr. Umphi mutters to you, her voice soft and warm and welcoming, “what troubles you?”

The ten second time starts, and it’s possibly the most agonizing ten seconds Umphilisi has had to endure. The seconds feel like minutes, and the hollow silence that fills the gazebo is staggering, as if the wrong movement or breath of air could cause all the hard work and the progress Umphi had so carefully crafted to come tumbling down.

She had watched you come impossibly far, despite the odds. To be plummeted back to square one was not an option.

“He just….kept saying ‘stop’…” Your murmur is barely audible, just above a whisper, and it is said just a millisecond after Umphili’s internal clock reaches zero. There’s a slight pause, as the air grows thick. There’s a move to press a reassuring squeeze into your hands, and you accept it for the second that it lasts. But as you become overwhelmed, consumed by the memory of what happened days prior at River Town, and then similar events that occurred at the Design Group laboratory as well, the touch is no longer comforting.

You pull your hands away, overwhelmed with something akin to guilt, and it causes you to stand. You felt undeserving of Umphilisi’s sympathy and comforting touch, and the more she gazed at you with those warm and welcoming eyes of hers, the more upset you grew. Because what you did wasn’t out of bravery, not in the slightest.

“He kept saying ‘stop’, and the kid wouldn’t listen,” you elaborate, having Dr. Umphi on the edge of her seat, “and I just- I had to do something…”

It flashes before you, the events of that day. You took to sitting at one of the various docks that littered the province, taking in the scenery and the atmosphere. You were ripped away from your contentment when hearing a series of yelps and cackles, and when you turned your head to gaze upon another dock to your right, being met with the sight of a few boys who she thought were simply rough-housing. It was upon further inspection that they were in fact, not rough-housing, and that three of the four boys were patronizing the last remaining boy, smaller and more frail than the other three.

The ring leader held the smaller boy by his collar, steadily pushing him further and further to the edge of the dock, despite his pleas to stop. He couldn’t swim, you remembered him crying, and he was deathly afraid, but the older boys paid no attention to the younger’s tears. With each cry to stop and each plea of release, your mind was reminded of the similar situations you had endured as a child. The pain you endured, the patronizing of those scientists, the inhumane treatment you were subjected to, it all resurfaced, triggered by those words that carried such a heavy weight with them.

What happened after was recorded in your brain in a series of snapshots, almost as if taken by a camera, commemorating it to your memory for the years to come. You stood and shouted at the older boys to let the younger one go. Their response was sarcastic, asking you if that was what you wanted, and without hesitation and without understanding their intention, you told them to do so once again.

They let the younger boy go, and he was falling back into the waters, but before his linen shirt could breach the surface of the river, you conjured up a block of ice to break his fall. He landed with an ‘umph’, the coldness of the ice as well as the slight impact taking a bit of breath from his lungs. The four boys looked towards you, shocked, and while the younger who laid safe on the block of ice grew worried for the other boys still standing on the dock, they were not as phased.

That soon changed the moment you conjured up a whip of water. In the split second between the water whip coming in contact with their bodies, the three boys’ eyes showed something that could be likened to fear. In that moment, however, they weren’t young boys to you. Your mind had equated their cruelness, although childish, to that of the men who had taken advantage of you in your youth, and you'd treated them as such.

In the next moment, the three boys found themselves within the river, flailing in the water, desperate to return to shore. You’d ignored their cries, instead opting to focus your attention on the smaller child they’d been bullying. Raising your hand in a pulling motion, it took one stride to pull the block of ice towards your dock, and once close enough, you helped the boy onto the solid wood. He held onto you for a moment, just to steady himself, and for a moment, you did feel like the hero. You felt as if you did do some good, saving the young boy who clung to you from those older bullies.

But the feeling was short lived. The child, after regaining his composure, ripped himself away from you, backing away a few feet, and the distance felt like a canyon had been made between the two of you, and the look in his eyes made your stomach drop to impossible depths.

He was afraid of you.

There was another rush of anxiety that crashed into you. A numbing feeling coursed through your veins, and it was excruciating and overwhelming. He ran away from you, despite your cries of testimony, attempting to show the child that you were not a threat. You even rescued the boys who had been bullying him, a quick flick of your wrist creating a small wave which carried the three terrorizers to shore, but they, too, fled the moment their feet found solid ground.

You don’t remember what followed after that. But the sight of that child’s fear-stricken face would haunt your memories for a long time.

“I just wanted them to stop….” You whispered. Your eyes were downcasted now, hands balled into tight fists as you leaned against the pillar of the threshold of the gazebo. Your voice was strained, pained at the memory recollection.

Dr. Umphilisi slowly stands from her seat, cautiously walking towards you with an outreached had. There was a second of hesitation as her hand hovered over your shoulder, as if waiting for any sign of resistance. No such sign came, and it prompted the doctor to gently place her hand on your shoulder, bringing your attention to her now.

“You wanted the boys to stop, (Y/N)?” She questions, voice soft and caring, and your body is still tense, still under the impression that you were not worthy of such gentleness.

“They wouldn’t listen…why wouldn’t they listen…?” you choked out, barring a sob from breaking through your lips. Instead, you allowed the sting of restraining it to settle into your throat, tears pricking your eyelids. “I screamed…I cried….why wouldn’t they stop…?”

You weren’t talking about the boys of the River Tribe anymore, Umphilisi notes.

The doctor pulls you into her loving embrace, and despite your previous resistance, you cling to her like a child to their mother. Your body shakes in her hold, and Dr. Umphi can only imagine what emotions were coursing through you in those moments, with you recalling the incident.

You were scared. Scared of everything. Scared of yourself.

Dr. Umphi bends down to your level - which isn’t by a lot, considering you are nearly identical in height - and she does expert work to hush your cries and wipe away your tears. She’s cupping your face in her soft hand, the scent of shea butter wafting through your nose and sending small waves of comfort through your being. Your hands hold her wrists as she does so, bringing your mind back to her.

“I want to tell you a saying,” Umphilisi whispers to you, “a saying of which has been said for millennia amongst our people. May I tell you this saying, (Y/N)?”

You nod, slowly but surely, your eyes finding her hazel ones as you sniffle.

“The saying is ‘A child that is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth’. Do you know what that means?”

You shake your head, which prompts Dr. Umphi to continue. “It means that a child who has not experienced love, will resent those meant to love them. They become something bad. But you, my dear umpkhuseli, that is not you.”

In gazing into your eyes, Umphilisi notices a shift in them. They are still plagued with the feeling of undeserving, of anger and self-resentment, but there is something more, something Umphilisi is working to dig out.

“I know you are scared. I know you are hurt. And that is okay. We hurt sometimes, especially when people have treated us wrongly, have abused the care in our hearts, and our innocence. But know this, (Y/N); this village will not turn it’s back on you. No matter how hard things may seem, no matter how afraid you are or how hard you may try to push us away - we will fight for you. Allow this village to love you, with every flaw, with every fear, with everything you may feel is wrong with you; allow us to love you, and I promise you, my child, there will never be a question of how we see you. There will never be a question of who you are, to us, and to yourself.”

Your eyes gloss over once again - and this time, there is a flash of hope in your irises, and Umphilisi has, finally, broken through to you.

February 16th, 2014. Dora Milaje Training Grounds, Wakanda

“I want to start training.”

Those were words T’Challa had never thought he would hear fall from your lips. At least, not this soon into your second transition back to Wakanda.

Dr. Umphi had informed him of your mild breakdown nearly two weeks prior, and had expressed to the Prince that you were still reeling from the overwhelming amount of support she had been shown, and just needed time to come to terms with the factors at hand. He’d never thought that that would mean you asking him to enroll you into Dora Milaje training, under the supervision of General Okoye herself.

The two of you stand on an observation balcony, watching the sparring matches take place down below. Okoye had been talking for a while now, explaining the history of the Dora Milaje to you, their traditions and practices, the extent of the training process, and while part of you was listening, another part of you had retreated to the back of your mind, deep in thought.

You’d come to terms with a lot of things within the past two months, of which can only be accredited to the embracing environment that was Wakanda. The fact that you weren’t normal was a constant thought; it plagued your mind on a daily basis, haunting you. But it was a fact you could not change. You could not change that you were essentially born in a lab, your genetic makeup altered by an unknown concoction of greed and supernatural ignorance, forever changing you as a person, as a being. You’d come to terms with the fact that you weren’t normal, and never would be normal. The only other choice was to adapt.

For the first time in your life, you had autonomy. You had a sense of agency and control over yourself and your future, whatever the extent of it may be. And with this newfound agency, your first obligation was to learn how to control the powers you had bestowed upon you, for if you were to move forward in any aspect of life, you needed to learn how to control yourself, and by extension, the abilities that lay at your fingertips.

You watched intently at the many women below, sparring with each other in dances unfamiliar to you. Their movements were graceful and unique to each person, and that made them even more intriguing.

“You would not be sparring with those ladies, (Y/N),” Okoye hums, breaking you from your trance, “this is the advanced course of our training regiment. You require a….unique training regiment.”

You turned your head to face Okoye. In this room, this was her domain. She reigned supreme in the Dora Milaje Training Grounds, and she exuded as such with a level of confidence you were not familiar with. She beckoned you and T’Challa to follow, and after a quick glance back to the prince, who still looked wary about the idea, you followed after the general.

Okoye led the two of you into a separate training room on the second level of the training grounds. It was significantly smaller than the sparring hall, but still grand in its entirety. Old traditional paintings lined the side walls, separated by shelves of weapons and training equipment, and on the back wall hung a tapestry with the Dora Milaje insignia.

“This will be your private training quarters,” the General informed, “and only you and those you wish will have access to it, save for myself and Ayo.”

You hummed in response, alerting the general that you were still listening as you stepped further into the room, eyes scanning your surroundings in awe.

“We will meet promptly every morning at five thirty, for two hours each morning. For the next month, we will begin foundational work and ground planning, pinpointing your strengths and weaknesses, and developing a routine for you to execute on your own accord.”

It takes a moment for Okoye’s words to resonate with you; you’re so absorbed with the intricacy and decor of the training room, it almost has your mind spinning. You were so giddy at the idea of finally being able to make decisions for yourself, that you finding joy in something that others probably dreaded seemed so surreal to you.

You turned back to meet Okoye’s gaze, and while there wasn’t a smile on her face, her eyes held fondness in them. T’Challa, too, held a fondness for the sight of you, amazed by the training room in its simplicity, though there was still a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.

“You are certain that this is what you want?” T’Challa asks. He is worried, rightfully so, and only asks because he wants to make sure that the motivation for such a decision is not one of fear, or obligation, or to please anyone other than yourself.

There is no hesitation in your voice, as you reply with a sharp ‘yes’ to the prince’s question. “If I’m gonna be here, the least I can do is learn how to use what I've got,” you reason, “and…I’m ready to take this into my own hands.”

It is here that T’Challa realizes that you are no longer the eleven year old girl he saved two years ago aboard an American research vessel, scarred and frightened beyond comparison. You are becoming a strong young woman, and he would be doing you a disservice by not treating you as such. Therefore, he pushes down any doubts or wariness swimming within his eyes, in his throat, in his mind, and wears a proud smile, blessing you and your journey of self-discovery waiting ahead.

March 1st, 2014. Design Group Laboratory, Wakanda

It was midnight, Shuri thinks, but she is too focused on her work to glance at the clock to confirm. The last scientist left thirty minutes ago, bidding the princess farewell, receiving a barely respectable ‘goodbye’ from the child genius as they left. A comfortable silence fills the lab, one Shuri has grown more than comfortable with since she had begun working in the here. In her lab, things make sense. Every problem has an answer, every equation could be solved with the right substitution, and every formula could be put to the test.

She sits on the other side of the first level, but even though she is a far distance from the doorway, the princess still feels a presence lurking there. She slowly looks up to see who’s eyes are staring into her back as she works, but she is met with a presence she never expected to see.

You sit on the ground in the doorway entrance, your back pressed against the wall as your eyes scan over the room. You’re close to crossing the threshold, yet you refuse to come in contact with the metal plate that levels the transition from cold, gray concrete to marble tiled floors. Your head leans back into the wall, as your eyes land on the cobalt-blue lined ceiling, thinking.

“(Y/N),” Shuri breathes, there's a slight hesitancy in her throat, in her movements. The last time she saw you was earlier in February. A sudden rush of guild pools into her stomach, “it’s late. Should you not be in bed?”

“Look who’s talking,” you shoot back, “Ms. I Can Work On My Inventions For Hours And Hours On End.”

Your words are true, and Shuri knows this, as well as what you’re insinuating. That she has no place to speak about sleep when she sacrifices her own every night because of her desire to work on her inventions. It causes a small smile to form on Shuri's lips. She continues to watch her, putting aside her project for the time being.

“Why do you like this shit?” You ask, and despite the curse at the end of that question, your words do not hold malice.

“It makes me feel nice,” Shuri respondes, “it makes me feel like I belong here.”

Shuri had lifted from her seat, the lab coat that she wore falling around her figure. It’s a contrast to your sleep clothes, the stark white of the coat to your dark blue shirt and gray sweats. She steps a bit closer to you.

“ I want to help people,” Shuri begins, “and this is how I do it.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever understand just why you like this place so much,” you mumble out, fiddling with your hand, “but I guess some things just aren’t meant to be understood.”

A moment of silence happens, and in that moment, Shuri is leaning against another counter, closer to you, as you maintain your current position.

“I’m….sorry,” Shuri whispers, and it causes you to look at her, darting your eyes away from tracing the lines of blue in the walls, “sorry about the incident, from last month.”

Shuri isn’t sure what compelled her to apologize. Perhaps it is the way you’re presented yourself - sitting at the doorway of her lab, so close but never crossing the threshold of your own accord - or perhaps it is the guilt of her own consciousness that has yet to be cleansed from her incredulous attempt at eradicating your lab fear, of which she originally found ridiculous until she witnessed first hands the implications of such a fear.

You move to stand, slowly but surely, hands sliding up the wall as you rise as a form of balance, and you’re facing the princess, whose face of regret is genuine. Nothing in this lab makes sense for you. The various equations scribbled onto holographic screens and white boards, inventions littering the countertops at all hours of the day. You admit, it is a different kind of science compared to the kind you were forced to endure, but it is still uncomfortable, all the same.

“It’s fine,” you reply, reassuring the princess, “I should be the one apologizing. I froze you to a wall, after all.”

“Yes, you did, which I am still astonished by,” and your words suddenly have the child genius laughing a bit, remembering her initial amazement by your abilities, despite how distraught and afraid you seemed back then for even conjuring up such a powerful gift, “I have never experienced something like that before.”

“I would hope you don’t get frozen to a wall on a frequent occurrence.” You chuckle, and the light hearted joke brings a smile to both of your lips. A silence soon falls, comforting but also a bit elongated, a bit too anxious. You cast your eyes downward for a split second, before raising them up again to scan the room once more. Anything to keep from looking into Shuri’s eyes.

“I wanna help people, too.” You confess, which brings Shuri’s brows to furrow together. “I want to help people. I’m learning how to control it. I have to.”

You’re fidgeting with your hands as you speak, your confession ringing out through the laboratory walls. Your veins are filled with anxiety just from glancing at the inside of the room, and it’s taking everything in you to not run away.

You don’t make sense to Shuri. She has never encountered someone like you before - someone who had been ruled by fear and trauma. You are to her like an expression with no answer, one of those quadratic equations that stumpts her, makes her furious. She cannot solve you, at least, not in her normal ways.

“I am sorry,” Shuri reiterates her apology, and for a second, you look at her confused, “genuinely. It was not my intention to…to hurt you, or to remind you of those…unpleasant times.”

Shuri watches as you lean your back against the wall once more, retaking your original position on the floor. It seems the mention of your past has brought an uncomfortable feeling to overtake you, and it causes another round of guilt to swarm the princess’s blood. She, too, takes a step back, forming a back and forth pace as she fiddles with her own fingers, trying to find the words to explain her intent.

“I remember the day big brother brought you down here.” Shuri begins. “I remember how afraid you were, how you absolutely refused to enter the lab. And thought that if I were to show you the good behind our technology, and all that it has done, then you would not be afraid anymore.”

She glances to your figure on the ground, and though your silence is deafening, she continues to speak, “My hypothesis was incorrect, I suppose, or perhaps it was my method of execution. Nevertheless, I did not mean for things to escalate as they did…and I am sorry for provoking you.”

Silence consumes you once more. You have retreated, Shuri thinks, back into yourself, into your own mind. Again, she is left to wonder about your complexity; left to wonder how different your brain chemistry was compared to hers.

Suddenly, Shuri has a thought. She is hesitant, questioning herself on whether it is a good idea, but the doubts are pushed down as they are replaced with determination. Her pacing stops, and instead, she takes up position just a little bit in front of you, and takes up a seated position on the marble tiled floor. She notes the contrast of your seating positions - how you are shielded in the shadows of the corridor, planted on the hard gray concrete, and she is illuminated by the harsh yet warm fluorescent lighting of the room.

You watch her out of your peripheral. She wants to get close to you, you think, wants to be on your level. It’s a quiet act, one of peace and understanding, and you find yourself appreciating the princess’s new efforts of communing with you.

A Beat passes before you speak again. “I call him Shade.”

Shuri’s eyes furrow together as you continue, “I never had anything in that lab. Only time I got to play with anything was when they were jabbing needles into me or taping shit to my head to watch whatever my brain was doing on black screens. Trying to distract me from it all, but …. it never worked.”

Shuri felt a tightness in her chest, an unknown emotion surfacing, flashing in her brown irises. A new variable was added to the neverending complex equation that was you, one that saddened her as she commemorated your words to memory.

“It’s funny; when T gave him to me, I didn’t touch him for like, three months.” Your breathy chuckle is bittersweet as you remember the event of years prior. “I don’t know what I thought, I just remember thinking that it wasn’t really for me, y’know? That there was no reason why he’d just give it to me with no strings attached…but I think if there was a tiny camera in its eyes or some weird mechanical thing in it, I would have found out by now.”

“Tiny camera?” Shuri questions, amused. “What American movies were you watching with that incredulous concept?”

“All the horrible ones.” You answer, and it brings a soft laughter from the both of you. “Like that's even plausible.”

“It is,” Shuri corrects, “for us anyway.”

Your eyebrows furrowed together as Shuri quickly stands. She walks over to a nearby countertop and plucks a small metal bead from one of the display stands, returning to you swiftly. Her movements are precise, as to not scare you, and with a tap on the bead, the little ball transforms into what you could only describe as a metal insect.

“Holy shit,” you breath out, watching in disbelief.

“It is a prototype,” Shuri says, “a small insect-like robot capable of many functions. Including camera surveillance. The materialization of a ‘fly on the wall’, if you will. The only problem is-”

As Shuri speaks, the little metal bug that had been floating in the air stutters for a few seconds, before falling to the ground with a tiny clank, twitching as if it were an actual insect, before curling back into its original bead form.

“-it won’t stay in the air for long.” Shuri scoops up the bead into her hands, her lips formed into a pout.

“And you made that?” You question, your face still showing disbelief, and Shuri nods proudly.

There is a new air of comradery that settles between the two of you, as Shuri begins to explain her long list of inventions and projects. Her accomplishments intrigue you, and they make you feel as if you’ve finally found someone who makes you feel a little more normal. Although Shuri still believes you to be a near-impossible equation to solve, she now thinks that she won’t mind taking the time to learn you; and you, her.

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Hi, just wanted to remind you that I still love all the ego stuff you wrote. I was a big lurker during the time you actively wrote it but dude it was so fucking good.

When I think about the egos, I mostly think about your stuff bc it made the characters come to life. It was so good. I can’t say it enough.

The stuff I’m pulling from memory rn is Anti’s time in The Forgotten. Like my bro, my dude, my homie. That shit pulled at my heart. The fact that he was only gone for like a day or smt in our dimension but he had actually been gone for like 10 years in that dimension experiencing horrors unknown. AND NOBEDY KNEW???? Good shit.

The relationship between the Host and dr. Iplier. Still one of my fav bromances. Like the trust between them and how it was made through hardships. It came to a point where Host even trusted Doc with his name??? Which gave him power over Host, something he was so afraid of. Doc made him a better man. Stopped him from being too cruel. But than he had to forget it bc he went insane. BUT BECAUSE HOST IS AN ASS, HE MADE DOC AND ANTI FORGET EVERYTHING. My guy, that’s your platonic husband and adopted son. Yes I was screaming about that. That still gets me going.

There is so much other stuff too though. Like Anti and Doc becoming family. The egos all getting closer. Phantom being an absolute menace every time he appeared. The Googles becoming more and more human over time.

You introduced me to Wiggles. Didn’t know anything about PJ before I started reading your works.

What it all boils down to, is me wanting to thank you. I don’t know how you look back on those ego stories but it got me through some dark times. You updating it always made my day better. I still carry a piece of it with me everywhere I go and has also inspired me a lot. So thank you!

Oh man, thank you so much for taking time to send this! It's honestly insanely encouraging to hear those stories stuck with you. I still love them a lot myself, cringe or no, because they're such a fun time capsule of that period in my life, and this blog and all the people who followed it (lurkers and all) also helped me get through college in one piece.

Gosh I did put Anti through so much, but in my defense, it was for character development! He and Ollie were always one of my favorite dynamics to write, personally. I mean, the computer glitch demon and the sentient android with a heart of gold? I still haven't made up something that good since. Also the Mare and Phantom dynamic, which they were always managing to screw up somehow. Unhealthy sibling dynamics are the best.

It's also insane that so much of the Host stuck with you because he was always my favorite to write and the one that felt the most like mine at the end of the day. The fact that Mark announced he'd retired him as a character and we all collectively agreed to kidnap him and give him a story is still one of this fandom's shining moments in my mind. In fact, I've kinda snagged Host for different original stories I'm writing now just because I miss writing him so much. I've also kept The Forgotten as a concept, which is definitely getting used in a setting I'm working on now because the angst potential is indeed too good to deny.

Also, while we're strolling down memory lane, what one writer gets to wipe their entire canon midway through and start over again in an alternate timeline whilst using references to the previous timeline to terrorize their readers? Ending one timeline of the blog to begin another was a wild but fascinating experiment on my part to see how I could use it to play with foreshadowing and all that jazz. Plus nothing will ever quite beat letting the audience reach into the narrative and start making their own waves from time to time.

But even though I do mostly original stories now, I'm still loving writing found families and platonic soulmates and maybe the redeeming of one or two villains, so I appreciate all the practice and the feedback I got from these stories! I'll probably keep sneaking Ego references into my stories forever. I'd also be curious to know which story arcs stuck with other people??

#i forgot how much i love talking about these stories though #its been too long!!#markiplier egos #jse egos

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wariofranchisefanblog · 6 months

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A new WarioWare has come out and I got enough playtime in to feel comfortable talking about it in full, so I’ll do just that.

Right off the bat I can say in short: this is a good game and a good WarioWare. Not up there with my favs, but it does a lot right. My experience did end up quite differently than anticipated and I’ll explain why soon enough.

First I want to talk about the presentation, which I think is an easy high point. Everything is vibrant and colorful, the art keeps showing the strengths of the current style and everything feels very much like it should. Microgames run that perfect mix of genuinely nice looking and deliberately cursed and the cutscenes are the best of both worlds, being smooth and lively, while returning to Gold’s full voice acting.

Speaking of cutscenes, that brings us to the story related stuff and that’s where the game shows some interesting tricks up its sleeves. In terms of structure it’s a return to the pre-Gold era, with the closest to an overarching theme being the vacation set-up.

I do think the Ware crew is in top form, likable, fun and full of life as always and two stories in particular even do something major.

Kat and Ana’s story marks the shocking return of Cractus, bringing a Wario Land character into WarioWare and Young Cricket’s story sees his Kung-Fu Ball partner finally brought into WarioWare properly. Both of those are really massive and show a willingness to more heavily utilize elements from other parts of the verse, which I find incredibly exciting.

Oddly enough, the weaker link of the story for me this time is Wario himself. Now don’t get me wrong, everything that happens here is usual Wario antics and I do like how non–english versions of the script like japanese and german, have him be actually be nice about bringing the others along. His confusion at the Crygor drawings and later ascending to godhood, with the cast roll confirming he got a happy end, are all good too, plenty of nice stuff here.

He just feels weirdly absent here. Having no presence in the Remix stages, no bonus mode in his image and even the final stage has him stuck being cursed to have his face be the avatar of an angry volcano. It doesn’t really feel like Wario and ends with him being the only one of the cast with no moment to shine during the climax, which I can’t help but find a little disappointing.

Still, it’s not a big deal, after so many games Wario taking a slight backseat isn’t a dealbreaker, it just stood out a little.

Moving away from that, there is the audio side of things. The music as usual is full of unapologetically catchy jingles and some major stand-out tracks such as MegaGame Muscles and the Form Guide theme.

We got full voice acting again and with it our first taste of Kevin Afghani as Wario. Pre-release stuff had me very on and off with how I felt about it, but having heard all of him in the game: yeah, I like him! He does have some wonky deliveries, but the overall voice still feels like Wario and has its own fun appeal. Certainly more noticeably different than Mario and Luigi, but I am optimistic Kevin will greatly grow into the role, as he gets to play him more and more.

Then we get to the big one, the gameplay and this is where I was thrown for a loop the most. With this being a direct Smooth Moves successor I thought I’d know what to expect, but was quite caught off-guard in many places.

This surprisingly ended up being the most difficult WarioWare for me by a long-shot, enough that I actually had to take advantage of the second chance mechanic, which I never had to do in Gold and GiT.

If I had to sum the game up in one word, it would be demanding, Wario commanding you to move it is not just a funny title, it’s the name of the game.

With the Wiimote, you could get away with just sorta doing the poses in a lot of cases, but Move It really demands you do the exact poses, down to holding the Joycon juuuust the right way.

More than anything I was surprised how strict it could be in that regard, not following the form instructions is asking for trouble, but I have to say, at the same token I was amazed how well things worked once I got the hang of it.

I’ll admit, I was ill while playing the game, so maybe that caused me to be a little more daft than usual, but it took me a bit to really get into it and I had to consult the museum several times for some microgames to figure out what I even needed to do.

I do think the game is a touch more complicated than usual for WarioWare, since you have to take effectively two controllers and specific poses into account, on top of grasping what each microgame demands of you, but once it clicks everything feels well thought out and purposeful. Getting things down is immensely satisfying and shows some really stunning results of what the Joycon can do.

That said the game isn’t entirely without jank, Hand Model being a notable culprit of it. The game finds several fun applications for it, but anything regarding reading forms or how many fingers you hold up, can be really clunky in the heat of the moment. In general, the strictness of the forms also means you need to really be prepared for every microgame, since slouching with your form could lead to a bad desync

Still, even with some jank I do think stepping up to the challenge to get a feel of it and get better is very much worth it. I wasn’t sure how to feel at first, but my opinion on it only went up the more I played.

That covers it for the main stages, as for the side-content though, yeah, that is where the game shows a weaker side of itself.

Not so much in terms of what’s here though. You got your standard towers, as well as MegaGame Muscles, which no joke, may be my favorite stage in the game. It’s frantic, fun, the music slaps and the set-up of Mr. Sparkles having ascended to being a literal god of fitness, is pure WarioWare.

The new Pyoro game of the day is a fun, different take on it, much like the one in Smooth Moves was as well and Dirty Job is a cool bonus game expansion of a more stand-out microgame concept.

That is really it as far as the single player content is concerned though and it does feel a liiiittle on the meager side. No souvenirs, which Smooth Moves and GiT didn’t have either, but Smooth Moves had more bonus games and GiT had the final Pyoro stage, Penny Remix, more bonus games, unlockable art and the Wario Cup.

We do still have a decent variety of multiplayer modes to work with and I did get a friend to come on by to try them, save for the 4 player exclusive one.

I think it’s a good selection, in concept it has the best multiplayer mode offerings since Mega Party Games (though I did like GiT a lot too), but there is one issue I have with it and I think GiT was a little guilty of it too.

As I mentioned, I do think there is a learning curve on how to play this game most effectively and you feel that even more in multiplayer, where someone not as in the know, is naturally gonna accidentally grip his Joycon slightly wrong, despite doing the pose and need some extra instructions, much like the characters in GiT can take some learning.

It is something you can overcome and have a good time with, WarioWare is a very good ‘’don’t take me too seriously’’ kind of multiplayer experience, but on the whole, if they want a true party game WarioWare, I still think something simpler like Mega Party Games is in order and by all means, I wouldn’t mind them doing something like that again.

On a side note, I also find it a bit of a shame that the nice new models for the cast, updated to resemble their designs in this game, are ultimately watered down to sprites of their heads during multiplayer gameplay. With how much emphasis is being put on multiplayer to carry the game for longer, I think it would have been nice if they put in the work to fully animate GiT-style models for the multiplayer modes.

That small gripe aside, as I said, I think multiplayer is fine, but not quite the pick up and play experience for people new to the game, as I feel they wanted it to be and I do think a bit too much of the game is locked behind multiplayer.

But yeah, that’s WarioWare Move It. It’s good and if you like WarioWare, you’re getting what you wanted out of it. It’s not one of my top games in the series and feels a bit too lacking on the side content front, but on the whole, I had a good time and it gets a surprising amount out of a controller that I have an openly low opinion on.

#WarioWare #WarioWare Move It

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i'm interested to hear about Porky for that character meme

First impression: The first time I saw Porky was in Smash Bros Brawl when I was like 12, and I was probably about as bamboozled as every other kid back then. I remember being creeped out and a little captivated, wondering what the hell could possibly be up with this rampaging kid / old man / ??? In some kind of life support mech??? Like damn these Mother games must be crazy. (Proceeded to emulate Pokemon instead for the next 6 years 🤸)

Impression now: Oh, I see! He was The Best Villain In All Of Media. That's what was up with him. He carved out a corner in the back of my brain where he's been living rent free for a decade. If I think too hard about him I go off the rails and sometimes become cataclysmically sad. Awesome.

Favorite moment: The entire Empire Porky Building is a mesmerizingly monolithic character study unto itself. But his climactic speech when you finally reach him at the 100th floor is like. God. Fucking hell. Where does one even begin. The surprising eloquent conviction with which he speaks, after a whole dungeon of childish taunting. And then, it's actually such a thin veneer after all. He's deluded himself into thinking he's a godlike visionary, but everything he declares about "humanity" is so insecure and immature and downright wrong. The unnerving spite and tragedy of it all. The urge to pity him feels like a bellyache. How you know where he came from and what a hapless child he used to be (and maybe still is) - but to the people of Nowhere?? They've got no fuckin' clue. And he doesn't belong here, but at the same time, he embodies every individualistic capitalistic apocalyptic thing they tried to shove under the rug and forget about. Just. Agh. Turns my brain and bones to jelly.

Idea for a story:

Unpopular opinion: He's not "insane," or mind controlled by Giygas, or gone "crazy" in the aftermath of Giygas' influence. A thousand lifetimes are sure to do something to a guy's head, sure - and I'm sure his mental health ain't great - but like?? Everything about him hits so much harder if he is of relatively sound reasoning (like every other capitalist), and if he's acting on his own will. Stripping him of his psychological agency renders him so thematically & conceptually toothless to me, idk. If he was just acting zany & evil 'cause he was out of his mind or whatever, then none of the shit he does or says really means anything!! Giygas brought out the worst in him. Aloysius and Lardna conditioned him to make terrible choices. Porky chose to spend 3842389 years committing atrocities unto mother Earth and mankind.

Favorite relationship: His friendship with Ness is so bittersweet, and his use of Claus as an extension of himself is both harrowing and fascinating. I think my fav is his narrative dynamics with Lucas though. How they both faced cruelty at the hands of shortsighted adults and the world at large, but learned completely different lessons from it. How Lucas, presumably a boundlessly kind and forgiving person, gets pushed to his absolute limit with this guy. How he's gotta grapple with the ethics of Porky's fate, whether or not he deserves to spend eternity trapped by his lonesome. How Porky coerces this humble farm kid into the role of Ness, chasing the high of his friendship and rivalry. How he calls Claus his "double," right in front of Claus' actual double, just to drive the knife in deeper. How he thinks he represents the grim reality of human nature, while Lucas stands tall and faces him as a shining counterpoint. Everybody explode now.

Favorite headcanon: Uhh shit I dunno what my favorite is. The Masked Man is based on one of his original comic characters he used to draw when he shouldda been paying attention in math class. He had a crush on Ness and didn't know what to do about it and now it's the whole universe's problem. He has a laughably poorly-informed admiration for Ronald Reagan, 'cause his dad spoke highly of him. If he were just a guy in the 2020s, his goal in life would be to usurp Elon Musk by being exactly the same but "smarter" and "more competent" (he would fail because he's neither).

#hm. long.#thank you 🙇#ask tag #2thtalks

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i was a bit confused about which blog to send this too because it looks like it got reblogged to your final fantasy sideblog and your main at different times. but! you know me, always happy to send prompts! 21 because i think you'll like it, any female character(s), and either 13 or 24, whatever you're feeling. not 100% certain what your current list of main fandoms is so no specific character for that either, although you know all my old xv favs if you're still peripherally into that. (i never really leave a fandom once i join it, but i know not everyone is like that!)

I dug it back from my sideblog because I remembered that the prompts were fun, this is why I guess. I didn't think it would cause problems because it was on my sideblog back in 2018.

Anyway. I wanted to answer all these and post them all at once but I actually don't have time or brain power to be thinking about all that at once. Get the one that actually immediately made me produce something, finally finished three weeks later.

Someone forgot to close the door, Ignis thinks, halfway there, and rolls over to catch complete darkness against the pillow. Not to fall back asleep, no, just to soften the blow – over the last few years he has gotten used to forcing himself awake at the first hint of consciousness, to power through headache and sickness. There is always something else to do, and no bed ever worth sleeping in, and the concept of lazy mornings had lost its appeal long before mornings themselves became a distant memo—

Then, sharply, he remembers.

There is nowhere urgent to be.

He opens his eyes to a line of gold against the grey walls. There is no open door, no buzzing neon lamp abandoned in a hallway, no bunk beds in a moldy, windowless cave in Leide. No stale air shared with five to fifteen hunters and soldiers.

There is his room, in Cape Caem, where he hasn't come back in years. There is a bed he found just as he left it, now unmade and warm around him. There is a day ahead of him, a real day, where no one will be asking anything of him.

There's sunlight, crossing through, from where the blinds don't quite meet the window, to the other side of the room. They would need fixing later, Ignis thinks, for a moment elated purely at the prospect of adding an item to the todo list that isn't an immediate pit of despair. There is the dust of several months of silence floating in the air above his head. They catch the light with every lazy twist of air, turning orange, pink, white for half a second before another joins the dance. They turn to thin, elongated rays of rainbows when the tears start to fill his eyes. He can't help it. He's seen the dawn rise over the rubble of Insomnia for a month, leaving the world every day in a hazy state of sideration. He knows the power that the sun can have on people who have not seen in in years. But he approached it the same way he approached the forever night – pushing through, pulling people along with him like a dog who can't stop biting down, until words like reconstruction efforts and trade routes and provisional government came out of mouths other than his and without his prompting.

This is where he remembers for the first time what sunlight feels like. Out of the city with nothing but plains and the sea around him. In the silence of a bedroom that has survived by miracle. For the first time in ten years, he watches specks of nothing float in the air and shine, and he realizes what they've done.

Wiping his face with his hand, he extends an arm to grab his glasses on the nightstand, stretches, then gets up to go find Noctis.

#birb's silly little fics #ffxv #ignoct #sort of. this is verse 2 obviously and in my head it's an epilogue to the oracle ignis fic I never wrote

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haejjoon · 1 year

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also, while we're pointing out the flaws of atlus's characterization choices in the game-

ugh. ryuji. i adore him, so much. and the game never decides what they really want for him. i always stood by the fact that the pervy cutscenes were a step too far, even for him- especially after what he knows about ann. i think it would've been interesting to explore how he did sorta believe the rumors about her, but apologized, and the game vaguelyyy does that but canon is still a disservice to the friendship i firmly believe ann and ryuji have.

and the way the other characters treat him. im not gonna even bring up the okumura arc here, it doesn't deserve mention. but sometimes it's hard to listen them insult the poor guy so much. yeah, he gets in over his head and says stuff a little too loud. but sometimes it just feels cruel. especially knowing what happens at the end of shido's palace.

ryuji's gobro's a jerk, but he apologized when he stepped out of line too far when they barely knew each other. he'd never let the post shido moment go down like it did.

my fav thing about third sem is that ryuji's the one that comes to the rescue first. that gets in front of akechi & akira and blocks the blast before everyone else. im glad my boy got a little moment to shine in p5r (rip ann and yusuke). and i love his friendship with akira. but i wish atlus felt less all over the place with him, with all of the thieves.

are we gna take turns dissecting all the characrers in persona 5 because im literally all for it. character dissection is my favorite. puts ryuji on the operating table

i absolutely agree with u anon atlus doesnt seem to know what the hell they want to do with my boy. he's introduced as the protagonist's loud dumbass friend who's got a heart of gold, and then he's reduced to the pervy guy who speaks before thinking, and then it's like atlus goes "oh shit wait we gotta wrap things up for him" and then toss him a moment in shido's ship. like... if ur gna make a decision stick by it atlus cmon.

im gonna assume the gobro moment you're talking about is when he says sorry for calling ryuji useless baggage pre-awakening and say THANK YOU FOR NOTICING...... GWTS ON HANDS AND KNEES AND BOWS HEAD TO THE FLOOR... ryuji deserved that apology and deserved that closure back at the ramen shop 100%, as he did with a lot of the ribbing from the thieves in the canon game. i've got a bone to pick with morgana specifically regarding this but thats another conversation

he's also never properly held accountable for all the moments he pervs on ann either. it's one thing to be like "my friend's rly hot yeah!!!" and it's nother to blatantly stare at her when she's practically getting heat stroke in that microwave of a cat-bus. little things like ryuji turning to akiren and going "dude . wasnt that girl.. like... fine???" about haru is perfectly okay, because he's a teenage boy and teenage boys are stupid, but i cannot believe he never gets anything said to him about how he treats ann. then again he is NOWHERE as bad as yosuke in p4 so it isnt the worst thing in the world. just leaves a bitter taste in my mouth

here have a little preview of chp5 where ryuji actually apologizes for his behavior

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piano-sideblog · 5 months

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Btw, I haven't checked, but Im pretty sure it's been over a month since I last played cookie run kingdom. It may not seem like much but I'm proud of myself for stopping. I don't know if I was addicted, but it certainly was taking up too much time of my life and worrying me for a simple game. I still love the characters a lot but I don't think I'll be playing anymore, because I'm almost sure I'd just do what I was doing before. And besides, it's not like the story is interesting now, or as if they're doing things with my fav characters. It's been almost two years since the dark cacao update and we barely now what dark choco is doing now. Yeah we had the Christmas stuff but that's just a little thing. Spoilers ahead but they built this whole moral issue with dark Choco being controlled by the sword and killing and destroying, even fighting his own father, who has raised him harshly because that's how he thought children should be raised, training by the time they can hold a sword. He never got much love or attention, and now, he's about to confront him, to maybe even kill him. And then, he runs away after everything. He says he can forgive, if his father is willing to forgive. After everything. And then.... Nothing. Then we got oddisey (which was extremely good) and then nothing. They broght back Sherbet, they started to bring the dragons (sorry I hate them) then they started to bring over other "gods" like moonlight. Then they fucked up black pearls story because they wanted it to be sad for some reason and then there was shining glitter cookie and the whole festival event that was SO boring I skipped almost all cutsscenes. It was so bad, they did a good rhythm game event with bts but this one was straight up trash. The only good thing we got from it was transfigure IMO(sorry if anyone liked the other songs, personally I just found them really really basic. And I fucking hate parfait cookie). So... After finishing the last levels of the new golden cheese world... And being so dissapointed at how stupid everything was, I just stopped playing. And I wish that is what I'll do from now on. It did me more bad than good at the end of the day, even if I can appreciate and love all the good moments I had with the game and story. Anyways this was supposed to be a short post LOL I guess I'm still angry that the story just turned out to be trash because devsis loves money (AHEM AHEM BLACK PEARL AND SEA FAIRY EVENT)

#Crk #long post #Crk spoilers #Spoilers #Cookie run kingdom spoilers

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oh wait will jeno be really messy with communication and comforting in his series :((( im dyinggg i feel like with what i saw with miwoo, they didn’t talk about their emotions, all they did was fuck to make up and although it was good in the moment it didn’t work out long term and i feel like that side of jeno would maybe continue in his series ??? i mean IDK ofc i could be wrong!!

cos i also noticed the difference of him as miwoo’s boyfriend and him as a friend… like if we didn’t see that side to him as a friend in twlg i wouldn’t like him as much as i do now!! like he’s my fav character truly

i really hope he can grow emotionally and in maturity and have the qualities he has as a friend but now as a boyfriend but like on a new intense hot level… cus like jeno learning how to communicate and actually explain how he’s feeling rather than fucking to solve things… that growth is hot like he’ll be shining in a new level he’ll just have that light in his face it will truly be beautiful to see

i can imagine him growing and arguing with her and in the past he would fuck miwoo to deal with the anger but now!!! god let’s hope he changes. i understand you can’t say much about this cus you don’t wanna spoil it but ahhh i’m just having a brain dump

im gonna have to keep quiet abt his series unfortunately !! want readers to see when its out :)

but yeah absolutely, miwoo and jeno didn't talk at all abt their emotions in twlg which eventually lead to their breakup :( dont get me wrong, from whats written already and thinking abt them "behind the scenes" (aka my head lol) they had a lot of fun times together. they were a good couple !! but arguments got frequent, no communication happened to fix their problems as they only 'made up' with sex. it was a little messy :( they could've been so good fr.....sigh. i loved them yk.

jeno is an amazing friend, really. and im happy i was able to share that side with you all during the way life goes, especially when it came to twlg!mc and jaemin. i wish i wrote more scenes with him and the others now FUCK. I MISS TWLG A LITTLE.......just a little.

#‣ [asks]#‣ [anon]

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w2nv · 1 year

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I said this on my mutuals’ discord server but I feel strongly abt it so I’ll put it here too also keep in mind I don’t have access to extra content so I’m just talking abt the main podcast I’ll buy it devours when I’ll start commissions

It bothers me how Cecil gets character development during an arc that could give us ANY insight into Carlos, it bothers me how Carlos is always a secondary character when he’s just as important to nightvale and has sooo many aspects of him that could be expanded and worked on, a story that started with Carlos’ past is becoming all abt Cecil and it’s a wasted opportunity

THAT SAID seeing Cecil step up and FINALLY stop listening to everything around him is such an important moment, it’s HIS moment it’s HIS decision no omens no nothing and it’s so GOOD but

I just wish his character development didn’t come at the cost of Carlos’s action and as of rn inaction. It’s been 10+ years since the dow Carlos you still haven’t learned how to do confrontation, which is something that we can briefly see in a door ajar (Carlos’ avoidance towards Cecil instead of communicating) and was never worked on again

So many characters got their moments to shine and episode dedicated to themselves: my fav example is Michelle and Maureen, they had an episode to themselves that didn’t revolve solely about being a couple. But it feels like the most important character that should’ve gotten this moment about THEM hasn’t and that character is Carlos

He’s been here since episode 1! And yet it feels like the entire staff downplays his role as a character in nightvale: we rarely get cameos nowadays we rarely get anything about him nowadays that isn’t in the context of him being a husband or dad.

Just why can’t Carlos put his big shoes on while Cecil still gets his moment to shine!!! They can coexist

Anyways if the staff decides that Carlos should keep being in the background during all this and keep doing nothing Carlos and Cecil should fight I am number 1 Carlos and Cecil should fight for supporter

#in other news #wtnv #idk I don’t think I’m the objectively correct opinion #its just man I want more Carlos DOING something its been ten years and he still can’t do confrontation #not gonna tag this further it’s a disjointed ramble

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some spoiler-y thoughts about tears of the kingdom thus far:

-FUCK GLOOM HANDS. i hate that everyone at nintendo saw our fear of spooky grabby hands and said “fuck yeah lets keep doing this forever”. i’m tired of being groped by very old men goddamnit! and then some of them turn into Phantom Ganon???? holy shit, that is a difficult fight. 80% of my deaths in the game so far have been at the hands(no pun intended) of these fuckers.

-ZELDA TURNED HERSELF INTO A FUCKING DRAGON AND I SOBBED LIKE A BABY. bruh i was not ready. SHE SACRIFICED HERSELF and her personality! but like, i havent finished all the main quests even though i got all the dragon tears/memory things so like, if Zelda IS a dragon, then who the fuck is showing up all around hyrule looking like her? is Mr. Dorf doing an evil magic to look like her like in that one memory? that can’t possibly be the case for all of the Zelda sightings. i’m so confused but so fucking intrigued.

-seriously though, watching Zelda sacrifice herself in order to save Hyrule and support Link is so upsetting. this girl was 16 the day the Calamity hit, and she hasn’t known a moment’s peace since then. give a bitch a break! but hey, at least she’s doing stuff in this one, whereas in most Zelda games, she’s just.... kidnapped.

-SIDON’S ENGAGEMENT STORY IS BULLSHIT. there is ZERO evidence of any other kingdoms existing for Zora outside of the Domain in Lanayru that King Dorephan rules over, it’s JUST to piss off people who ship Sidon with Link and that’s incredibly homophobic and annoying(especially since i had to fucking rewrite an entire part of my OC’s story due to it). and like, i feel bad, bc Yona seems like a lovely character, but she’s going to be HATED in the fanbase bc of the bad writing.

-speaking of questionable writing, there’s still so much i’m very fucking confused about. TotK obviously takes place several years after BotW, but they don’t specify how many and it creates a lot of confusion. why have some characters obviously aged up but some are still basically the same age? like, Hudson and Rhondson have a child who’s old enough to be sent back to Gerudo town, but Finley never hit her growth spurt(even though she clearly stated last game she was old enough to have supposed to hit it by botw)? what the fuck is that about?

-also, WHERE THE FUCK DID THE DIVINE BEASTS GO????? you can’t re-bury four fucking giant robot constructs in the span of maybe a decade, especially with Ganondorf reviving and creating a massive earthquake that unearths a fuckton of other shit. like, not having the Sheikah Slate i get(which is why the Purah Pad exists), and all the shrines and towers probably went back underground, but that part makes no goddamn sense and i don’t like it.

-i’m kinda sad Teba wasn’t the Sage of Wind and instead it was his son, Tulin. he really only got to shine in Age of Calamity, and most Zelda fans didn’t even play it bc it’s non-canon. the disrespect on my poor mans.

-i do love that so many of the towns are under new leadership now. it really feels like the world is evolving in that aspect. Teba and Paya being in charge of their respective towns is lovely to me.

-i love the idea that Link gave Zelda the house he dumped literally thousands of rupees into in Hateno, but like. where did he live? did they sleep together in the same bed? it’s implied Link no longer has a house bc you can make your “dream home” in Tarrey Town or w/e but like, ????? what’s that all about? Zelda just kicked Link’s ass out and made a secret room in the home HE invested in lmao, typical royal colonizer behavior(joking)

-i love that Grante, Robbie and Jerrin’s son, changed his name to Granteson so he could work for Bolson Construction. that’s genuinely adorable. he was already one of my fav tertiary characters just bc he’s Robbie’s son but this makes me like him even more. i also love that Jerrin is involved with stuff at the Lookout Landing! let Robbie’s wifey take care of stuff. even if it’s just cleaning. give her something to do besides glower at a machine her husband built lol.

-Kohga being still alive is hysterical, and the Yiga clan evolving to live partially underground is a lovely touch. them taking over old abandoned areas in the game is great as well. i also love that they flat-out do the “leave Mighty Bananas on the ground as bait to lure in unsuspecting victims” bit bc that’s EXACTLY how i imagined my OC fought them in BotW. i totally headcanon they stole that idea from her.

-tbh i’m kind of enjoying exploring the depths more than i am the sky islands. maybe it’s the fear of heights, or maybe it’s just that i really like that it wasn’t advertised at all. i thought it was just gonna be land and sky, but no! we’re going underground too babey~

-i love the addition of caves, wells, and other underground spaces. it makes a lot of sense for a game like this to have these things, and it makes me kinda sad they weren’t really a thing in the last one.

-the fusing thing is just okay. they didn’t really fix the issue people had with durability in the last game, so that’s annoying, but it is fun to make new weapons out of things at least.

-overall i really like the game so far. even though it’s a world most people have explored through already, there’s enough change and new content to make it fresh and engaging, and even though there’s another crisis, it’s heartwarming to see how people are finally being able to rebuild after the century-long crisis that was the Calamity. i’ve beaten one boss character so far(the Rito one) and i’m looking very forward to the rest!

#dia plays totk #tears of the kingdom spoilers

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frickingnerd · 5 months

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i can't actually reply to the ask for some reason, so i'm answering it like this! as always:

answers for the ask game under the cut!

3 male characters I love:

my favorite male characters have recently shifted, with a new guy claiming the top spot. that one is no other than shinjiro aragaki! since i played persona 3 portable and romanced him (+got that eleventh social link with him 👀) he became my favorite guy! i really love him and he's such a tragic little guy. he'll break my heart a second time once p3 reload drops :')

my second favorite (and former first place) is yosuke hanamura! i liked yosuke from the start in persona 4 and he just grew on me so much over the game. he never left my party and he's been my favorite since my first day of playing the game. he's just great!

third place would have to go to goro akechi! i can't even remember why i was so interested in him when i started persona 5, but he just caught my attention from the start. his voice actor is absolutely amazing and akechi gets even better in the royal section of the game. he's just such a tragic character and so interesting!

3 female characters I love:

i'm not as passionate about the persona women as i am about the persona men. i like pretty much all of the girls equally, but a few stand out a bit. one of them being kotone shiomi aka. femc! i just love how silly she is and she's such a nice contrast to the male protagonist of persona 3. but she still keeps that tragedy that both of the protagonists have. honestly, she's by far my favorite girl!

my second favorite would have to be rise kujikawa! i knew i'd like her from the start and when i actually did her social link, i got so sad that i was already dating someone else, because turning down rise was so heartbreaking. rise is such a great and interesting character, as well as also being weirdly relatable!

my third pick would have to be makoto niijima (i'm seeing a trend here with my fav characters lmao). i just find her relatable and she's a very sweet character. she really grows a lot and i love that for her!

3 romantic ships I love:

my absolute favorite ship is foolmoon aka. shinjiro aragaki x kotone shiomi! everything about them is just perfect! they offer the right amount of angst/fluff ratio, their ship name is absolutely brilliant and they are both great characters, that get even better when put together! plus, there's something tragically beautiful about (major persona 3 spoiler coming now!) how when you pair them up in p3p, shinjiro actually survives the game, while kotone dies. the one that wanted to die lives, while the one that wanted to live dies. it's just... man, those two are breaking my heart in the best way possible!

no other ship can compete with them, but following my unintentional pattern, my second favorite ship is kanji tatsumi x naoto shirogane. i already love kanji a ton (he'd be my fourth fav guy, but he just barely didn't make the list) and he really gets to shine when he's with naoto. those two really are a straight ship made for gay people.

and my third pick is going to be aigis and kotone shiomi / makoto yuki. honestly, both of the protags with aigis are great! there's something so tragic about this ship, plus i love android characters like aigis that need to learn friendship, love, emotions and all that fun stuff. that pairing is really great as friends as well though! i just think they are neat together, no matter how!

3 platonic dynamics I love:

i have way more platonic dynamics i love, so this is kinda hard for me. i really love rise with both yosuke and kanji as friends! i can't really pick a favorite guy here, they are both great with rise!

another character that i just cannot pick for either is shinjiro aragaki, who i love with akihiko, fuuka and ken! each of those three for different reasons, but they are all great and really enhance his character!

that's more than three already, so i'll just... move on!

3 favorite moments in canon:

shinjiro's "secret eleventh social link" with the femc in persona 3 portable! first off, it's just a really sweet scene, plus it's great that you can still date him despite all of it. but then that social link itself is so funny, because... it highkey implies you two are fucking??? like with the right dialogue choices, you end up in his room and he tells you the whole "i'm not holding back if you stay". that caught me so offguard because i was just messing around with the dialogue choices and suddenly something's actually happening??? it's both sweet and funny, which is something you can't say about most scenes shinjiro is in, so i really appreciate it!

another canon moment i really love is the ending of persona 4, when everyone is running along the train and you get to see a picture of the investigation team :') it's just a very sweet scene and perfect to end the game with!

my third favorite canon moment would have to be the "bad" ending of persona 5 royal. because, it really isn't bad at all. it's happier than the "good" ending, which is a very interesting thing to do. that scene is just so incredibly bittersweet, knowing this is the "bad" ending, while also seeing everyone so happy. can it really be that bad if it makes them happy? :')

3 favorite headcanons:

i headcanon quite a lot of people as bi, but especially yosuke, kanji and naoto! kanji and naoto just give me "bi people in a straight relationship" vibe, while yosuke literally had a cut gay confession scene that i cannot ignore. also, he's such a disaster bi!

i don't really have that many big headcanons, so another one would have to be... haru likes otome games! and she gets ann & makoto to play a few of them as well (and both of them are lowkey into it).

my third headcanon is going to be that rise would've tried to become a streamer instead of an idol if that had been an option. sort of like iris from ai:tsf, who's half streamer and half idol. i think rise would've thrived like that and instead of taking a break from being an idol, she would've just taken a break and focused more on streaming!

3 least favorite things about it:

immediately spoiler for the ending of persona 3, but i hate that final boss! it has way too many phases! plus, i encountered a glitch during the last phase of that fight in my playthrough and it had took me almost two hours already to even get to that point. this one is just a personal grudge!

another thing i hate with a burning passion, even more than the p3 endboss, is the fact that you can date kawakami in persona 5! i really loved the first arc of persona 5, with kamoshida as the villain, since it's... relatable? saying it like that sounds bad, but hear me out: we all went to school and had teachers, some worse than others, so we all know a few teachers each. but how many politicians do you know? or how many famous artists? kamoshida was relatable because even if you never went through something that horrible, it's much more likely that you were wronged by a teacher before than a politician, famous artist or some mafia guy. i really loved how serious they took the kamoshida situation, only to be absolutely disgusted when seeing you could date kawakami. like, did we not just establish that teacher & student relationships are bad? did the people making persona 5 forget what the first ten hours of that game were about? or is it suddenly okay to have an age and power gap like that, because kawakami is a woman and "that's hot"? seriously, this is one thing i'm massively dissappointed about. also, in the same vein: why can you romance ken, a literal child, in persona 3? 🤨 that one is just as bad, but i just never did ken's social link so i never had the chance to build a hatred for this as strong as my hatred for the kawakami romance.

i think another thing i hate, which also fits my first point: the boss fight against haru's dad. it already sucks, but adding a timer to it? unforgiveable! timers are the worst thing to exist. i don't want to be rushed, i want to take my time with games. it's already a bad boss fight, but anything with a timer already gets ten times worse.

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