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…ep beep, beep beep, beep beep, beep beep, beep beep, beep beep, bee…
Their eyes don’t open, rather light seeps in until the image of the lamp above them forms. It seems almost whiter than the ceiling surrounding it. Whiter than the walls surrounding them both. Whiter than the sheets of the bed surrounding just them.
They don’t inspect the room, rather they let their head fall to the side and their brain takes in its surroundings on its own. An empty room. Stemming from an empty corridor. With an empty chair.
They don’t react, rather they exist. The heart monitor is a just sound. The dried blood and disinfectant are just smells. The tubes and wires and aches are just feelings.
And they just are.
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Holy crap this is like world record breaking pace guys
Speedrun/Time Travel AU masterlist
#speedrun au#one piece#time travel au#op fanart#sabo#monkey d. luffy#portgas d. ace#asl brothers#time travel aus are my favourite trope for any fandom's fanfic#but this especially is why i want it for one piece#because I needed ace to die in canon. luffy NEEDED to get that wake up call and his whole crew NEEDED badly to get stronger#but ace is so much more than just a plot device for luffy... he was a person who was loved by so many people because#he made so many people happy#if luffy and his crew travelled back in time... they wouldn't need to worry anymore about their strength#Ace could live you know....#He could meet sabo while he was an adult#sabo could meet ACE while he was an adult#ALSO SIDE NOTE BUT SABO ALSO REMEMBERS THE TIME TRAVEL SHENANIGANS!!! but def not as well as any of the strawhats#i think the thing he remembers most is what he felt when he regained his memories in the first timeline#u guys... this comic was so vivid in my mind i HAD to draw it out... like i was planning on doin other time travel au comics before#but like I HAD to draw this because i had such intense ASL feelings#I tried to think if Ace would just start cussing sabo out cause like WHY DID YOU LET US THING U WERE DEAD ; - ;??? WHY DIDNT U CONTACT US??#but i think ace is really tired... like he's been worrying about luffy... and suddenly his brother starts uncharacteristically start#full out bawling in his arms... and he's really confused right now but both of his brothers are here and they're both crying#so there's really only one thing he can do#anyways i hope u enjoyed the comic#op spoilers#<- oops forgot to add that my b
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I have decided my fave kpop song is a garden song so I drew some stuff inspired by the mv (epilepsy warning)
#red valley#warren godby#gordon porlock#art#it's a little bit of a stretch but the entire feeling of the mv is like a hazy disorienting memory#and like its abt wanting to save someone but being someone who needs to be saved too 💔#also this feeling of not knowing who u r but learning what u want#and callin'.. warren calling out to gordon when he wakes up ^^#i think its a little corny for rhem but im just really excited to have an otp i can finally apply this song too TEEHEE..#thank u for reading my tags
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Vampire!Holt AU Comic
An irreversible change
#holt hyde#monster high#my art#vampire jackson au#it’s called that but holt is a vampire too#I’m not good at naming#the potential of this au has#just imagine waking up with your entire life changed#and you have no memory or knowledge of what happened
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My sobriety anniversary is tomorrow, which is cool but it does mean tonight is a little hard for me SO I just ordered a whole ass chicken dinner and might have to do a spooky season ultimate comfort watch double feature AKA Practical Magic and Pride and Prejudice and Zombies
#I mean it’s a day to celebrate and I’ll do that#but you don’t get a day like that without the preceding brutal wake up call#which I’m grateful for but you know#complicated feelings memories etc etc#but tomorrow there will be CAKE!!!#so that’s nice too much to be grateful for#sparkly originals#sobriety
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happy wip wednesday and first day of nanowrimo y'all
tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton (tysm~ <3)
tagging @trench-rot, @cassietrn, @strangefable, @voidika, @madparadoxum, @aceghosts, @adelaidedrubman, @josephslittledeputy, @inafieldofdaisies, @g0dspeeed, @simplegenius042, @miyabilicious, @strafethesesinners, @confidentandgood, @jillvalentinesday, @poetikat, and anyone else with something to share! (also to be added/removed to the taglist, please like/unlike this post here)
here's the intro to the scene directly after this halloween treat i posted of syb getting bit and her transformation. she's havin' a normal one. tw for emetophobia
Sybille comes to consciousness to the light of dawn filtering through the canopy of leaves overhead.
Her head is pounding, a throbbing pain trapped inside her skull, and she winces as she hesitantly cracks her eyes open. She lets out a groan. The world is overwhelmingly bright. Most of the trees in the county are still changing colors, but here in the mountains, a good number have started to shed their leaves. What little shade they can provide, it isn’t enough to spare the burning to her eyes.
She lies on the ground, naked as the day she was born, and covered in dirt and blood. She sits up and presses her palm to her forehead, and the second she does, her body is set alight with pain. Every muscle screams at her with an ache so deep that it goes down to the marrow of her bones. Shallow cuts and scratches are littered across her body, from the soles of her bare feet to the blood trickling down her cheek. Yet, while the pain flashes white-hot through her, she’s also fucking freezing. The hair on her arms and back of neck stand on end and through chattering teeth, her breath comes out in visible puffs in front of her. A violent shudder rolls through her, her body desperately trying to ward off the chill.
“Jesus Christ,” she moans, and she runs her hand through her hair, knocking loose leaves, twigs, and pine needles. The sweet, coppery tang of blood sits heavy on the back of her tongue and in her throat, and as she runs her tongue over her teeth — normal teeth — she finds sinewy bits of meat stuck between them.
Her stomach clenches and heaves at the realization and she rolls over onto her hands and knees to expel the rising bile. Only it isn’t just her own stomach acid that splatters onto the forest floor below her. An inordinate amount of blood and chunky pieces of partially digested meat and viscera splash below her. Her throat burns and her eyes sting, prickling with tears, as more and more blood erupts from her mouth. Jesus Christ, this all can’t be hers, can it?
It ain’t. Just deer’s blood.
She gasps her way through the dry-heaves once she’s expelled the last of it from her stomach, grimacing at what appears to be flecks of bone floating in the pool beneath her. Her belly aches, empty and cramping, and she spits a thick, foamy pink wad onto the ground. Wiping the blood and spittle dripping off her chin, she takes a moment to catch her breath. Ragged pants eventually even out into deeper, rasping inhalations that actually fill her lungs.
“Okay,” she wheezes. “We’re okay…we’re okay…”
She lifts her head — to take in her surroundings and get her bearings — but as she does, she’s met with the bloody carcass of an elk right in front of her. Its belly is ripped wide open, with its entrails spilling out onto the ground. Dead, milky white eyes stare back at her, and a fly crawls right over one of them, pausing directly on the eyeball to clean itself of the blood on its little insect legs.
The kill is fresh. No more than an hour or two old. The blood and body are still warm, and the distinctive stench of rot has yet to set in, although she can definitely tell that it’s beginning to sour.
It’s almost a shame to let so much meat go to waste.
And then she catches the chunky bits of meat sitting in her vomit-blood and the color drains from her face. All signs point to the poor elk being killed by an animal — wolves — but why would they abandon their prey instead of bringing pieces back to their pack? And why would they have let her get so close to such a fresh kill? Why the fuck did she, in what she can only assume was a fugue state, feel compelled to partake in feeding off this kill?
And why does she have the urge to press her fingers into the gaping wound and lick the thick, clotting blood off her fingers?
She shakes her head to free the thought. The dizziness is enough of a distraction to drown out the intrusive thought, but not to quiet it entirely. She’s so thirsty. She’s so hungry.
She was hungry last night, too, wasn’t she?
Her head throbs again, and she crawls over to a nearby tree to lean against as she shakily rises to her feet. Pressing her hand to her forehead again, she screws her eyes shut, trying to recall the events of last night. The fuck happened?
She remembers dicking around at the office with Joey.
She remembers Nancy patching a call through to her desk phone.
She remembers Jacob’s voice on the other end. “One of my workers didn’t show up for the final check-in…no one’s been able to get a hold of him…we rounded up a search party…he’s stew meat now.”
She remembers driving up to the Veterans Center, only to find the place empty. And then…
And then…
Christ, what happened after that? Her jaw clenches, trying to focus on her memories, but all she gets is a blur of emotions. Fear, pain, rage, and then, eventually, hunger.
Hunger…
God, she’s so hungry her gums ache.
But her stomach can wait. She needs to find her way back to the Veterans Center and get back to her cruiser. She needs to let the Sheriff’s Department know what’s going on. Let them know about last night.
She needs to let Eli know she’s alright.
Shit, where are her clothes?
#wip wednesday#wip: the horror and the wild#everything subject to change yadda yadda#for what it's worth this scene does end in syb getting comforted by eli (who she eventually calls to come get her)#but also this will not be the first time she wakes up in the woods. naked and covered in blood and missing memories
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Nico waking up and he doesn't know who he is. He asks Hazel where he is - where's his kid, where's his wife. Hazel sits with him and assures him he's fine while everyone watches confused. He was sick for a bit, she tells him, and now he's just recovering. He'll get to go home soon.
She is comforting and warm and he relaxes a bit. Minutes pass by, turn into hours, and his memories come back. The knowledge that he is him. He is not the dead man who left behind a wife and child after being robbed at knifepoint. He is not the little girl choking to death with asthmatic weak lungs that won't inhale and a mother who doesn't care. He is not the old woman wondering where her husband is.
He is Nico. Son of Hades and Maria di Angelo. He is not dead, not yet. He is not survived by anyone, not yet.
Hazel holds his hand the whole time and he comes back to her weary smile and sighs shallowly as the edges of her face bloom back into his memory. Hazel, his sister. There are other people on the periphery but he focuses on her. Her brown skin. Her brown eyes. Her thick curly black hair. Her warm hands. The bracelet on her wrist.
Her voice beckoning him back.
"His wife looked like you," Nico says. "A little taller though. Older."
He was twenty-six. She'd been in his life since they were five, playing in the sandbox. She'd screamed at another kid for taking her shovel and he'd fallen in love immediately. Nico's heart holds onto that love, twenty-one years, even as the man's world fades. Slowly the love seeps away too, and he's just left with a strange longing for a life that wasn't his.
A life that doesn't exist anymore.
"Is he okay?" Hazel asks.
He closes his eyes and exhales shaky. There's a vicious pain in his abdomen. Another lingering ache in his throat. Screams still echo even as the world fades into wispy colours and a strange man telling him it's time to go.
"He's okay," Nico says, because there isn't any other answer he can give.
The man is dead. The man who lived twenty-six years and had a wife he loved from childhood and a daughter whose young hands never left his own as he laid bleeding on hot tarmac. The man who heard crying and pleads to stay just a little longer, to just hang in there, and couldn't. Try as he might, as hard he wanted to, he couldn't stay.
It was time to go.
#happy talks pjo#nico di angelo#i had this image in my mind of Persephone waking up to hades calling out for her but she quickly realizes that he's not looking for her#he's looking for someone else's wife trapped in the final memories of a dying man miles and miles above ground#sometimes they feel the final moments and experience it like its happening to them#and sometimes they just are that dead person#confused because the world has changed and they cant see it memories that dont belong to them taking priority#anyway 👍#my writing#my fanfic#maybe ill do something like this later with the first time hazel witnesses nico in this state#or maybe ill write that hades/persephone piece instead
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I wish strong feelings and emotions had a better way to feel like they translate to physical space. For me, personally, I get that shit cranked to 11 and if I can't get that shit out there and verbalized or shown it ends up making me cry. Fear about loss and change and thinking 30 years into the future? Cry. Have so much love in your body at once and can't let enough of it get shown to those who matter to you? Cry a whole lot. I used to put it towards art and especially personal poems or made up song lyrics or something but idk. I can't be staying up sobbing at 4 am due to random thoughts. Its always when I feel like I'm doing my best that this happens, idk if its just processing everything.
I know my emotional regulation skills aren't the best and I often go from a thousand yard stare to crying or a laughing fit or something. I don't want to be like this really, and often times this does happen when I think about loved ones a lot when I'm alone and I just end up wishing I was around someone I can feel loved by and love so much. Maybe I just want to be anywhere besides this 'home' where I know I'm actively seen as a nuisance and treated as a lesser person.
#This is one of those beating away awful thoughts about myself#They take a toll on me#But I do my best to not get self deprecating because I know its bad and CHRIST I'm just tired of it#I'm the happiest I've been in my (admittedly bad) memory! I have two amazing gfs#one of which is living around me now and I can hold and kiss and show I love her#Which helps so so so much#And amazing friends both online and in person#But its still so lonely at the end of the night. Or when I get back to my house. Its so lonely.#And especially with how bedridden I've been for months and months now...#All throughout the worst time of year for me#It didn't leave me without some damage I guess#I just wanna wake up next to my wife and know I'm loved for being me.#She's so good at that ;w;#I wanna be in her arms so much its inconvenient#I just get scared of being too dependant#She's the best person I've ever met and she loves the way I love her ;w;#I want us to be able to lean on each other and feel at home and feel loved and feel. Idk#I want to do all that without my brain remembering how I tend to get 'too attached' and remembering just#All the times I've been called annoying for wanting to spend time with my favorite people.#Runa diary#This is a vent post sorry mutuals and followers <333#Fixing my first tag: This is one of those beating away awful thoughts kinda nights'#If you're reading this ily and if you ever want someone to talk to I kinda desperately need friends to game and talk with ;^;
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plots where muses have to be in each other’s memories. stuck there until they both forge through some of the worst ones there. trauma bonding at its finest
#ooc tbt.#the ‘going deeper’ aspect#starting at the good memories and working all the way down to hellfire just to wake up again#call me sick n twisted but I want it
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in honor of them being my main hyperfixation lately, have some eldening scrolls girlies! [x]
🌿🌷 avelieth /archmage + last dragonborn • 🎀🦇 aine /vampire necromancer
🍂🍄 luna /telvanni witch • ☀️💡 ynegven /dwemer mage
#oc: avelieth feyran#sweet baby shaped too good for this world#she collects flowers for her alchemy and makes flower crowns and has a widdle cottage with a garden :3#oc: ardaine eneadour#vam--vampire mommsie.. mommy??? sorry mommy???#actually has a tragic past and hence has grown jaded. but she has a soft heart underneath#oc: lunalei arlathi#aines gf! her special widdle meow meow#she has a mushroom cottage and wears mushroom hats and makes mushroom soup and... you get it#also a baby. very sweet and kind. a softie melting the heart of the big scary vampire lady >:3#oc: ynegven alnonrynn#WIFE!!!#she has been suspended in a stasis for millenia after she told d*goth ur abt the heart. she didnt want ch*mer to die#but then she wakes up centuries later with her people gone and her memory is a fuzz and she has a big survivor guilt :))))#big trauma but HEY! she has a widdle clockwork spider called Wonderbug that follows her everywhere#she talks to him :)))) shes not very social you see#and i LOVE HER
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+⏰ let them have something good plz
DIIIIIING duh du dun. duh du dun. duh du dun. dun
No Name sat bolt upright at the first note, whereas Pollut had jumped awake and was hissing at the laptop. Even after No Name — humming along to the song — had turned it off he continued to chitter and snarl unhappily.
“D’y wan me ta stop too?” (Do you want me to stop too?)
Pollut gave a chirp then curled up even tighter. No Name had put a tarpaulin on the floor for the grafaiai to sleep on; supposedly sleeping in the same room helped pokémon get acclimated to their new trainer more than if they slept in the ball. No Name had gotten an old pal to make his heal ball “free roam”, along with the rest of their gang’s to give them all the option of where they sleep.
No Name nodded and got back to getting ready for the day. There was so much to do before they could properly open their studio to the masses, the main one being synergy detection. They’d set up the process back in Galar, four days ago now when they were meant to be setting up for the Wednestern Swing lunch at Jam Out. They really wanted to get it done on the Monday, just have it out the way. Wait. Wednesday, four days…
They went back the laptop and checked the screen for information. Pollut was upset again, starting to chitter until he was spoken over. Well, growled over. Nails digging into the back of their neck and slowly dragging down and around to their collar, No Name’s frustration was palpable. The growl turned into a defeated sigh. Then a weak chuckle.
They reverted their morning changes back into sleepwear as quietly as they had made them, easing themself onto bed when ready for a bit more rest. Then Pollut squeaked.
“Y proper wae nuw, aincha?” (You’re proper awake now, aren’t you?)
This seemed all but confirmed when the tarp loudly crinkled. Pollut must be moving about or trying to get his own back for being woken up. That was until the black plastic hit No Name’s leg. They sat up in time to watch the pokémon jump onto the tarp, now on the bed. They locked eyes in the relative dark as Pollut settled himself. No Name laughed quietly and laid back down. As they closed their eyes, something warm pressed against the side of their leg.
#\\”let them have something good plz” I’m not that bad am I? Hahah//#\\well.//#\\bonus points if you get the song I guess//#memory wake up call#pkmn irl#pokemon irl#pokeblog#pollut the grafaiai
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mihaaai question do we ever see watarus mask collection like. as a collection ever i cldve sworn we do but i cant find a cg for it so now im not sure if i made it up and i felt like i shld ask u
This is a very scary ask to receive when a few nights ago i had a half asleep/half awake dream/hallucination that did in fact show wataru's childhood room and in it his mask collection. The dream was too fragmented and unclear to really make out much but i did see the masks. Anyway this is the best card i can think of that fits your request
#ask#amia🌸#the 'plot' of the dream if you could call it that was eichi asking wataru the history of various masks#the conversation wasnt clear (it very rarely is in any dream i have) but the overall feeling was of loneliness#it was part of a very fragmented night sleepwise where i kept waking up every who knows how often and the night just wouldnt end#i couldnt tell at what point i was awaken and when i was sleeping maybe i never woke up at all maybe it was all a big dream#i know that this scene in particular was at the beginning of the night and so it's very faint and hazy in my memory#its not the first es dream i have and it certainly wont be the last tho i can tell that much
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(laying down) i need to write young alice fanfiction. i need to write young alice fanfiction. i need to-
#motw#this is abt my fucking oc but i call everything i write fanfiction#i just love the dicotemy of alice being who she is Now (gruff. no-nonsense. problem solver. leader.)#paired with the delicious backdrop of being 19 and waking up in a classic creepy experiments labratory with no memories#and working nonstop to break out of there in the first 8 months of your memory#and in the end to alice now? none of it matters because she's nearly 50 years old she has a full-time job#and she just wants to grill and chill
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memories, or the loss of it // Wolf 359, ep 41: Memoria // Malevolent, Coda // Wolf 359, ep 61: Brave New World // Malevolent, part 21: The Unconquerable // The Mechanisms, Ulysses Dies At Dawn: Riddle of the Sphinx // Wolf 359, ep 61: Brave New World
#mood board#?#quotes?#what do you call these??#malevolent spoilers#wolf 359 spoilers#w359 spoilers#ok i had to wipe my laptop drive today because i was locked out of windows - dont update windows 10 when you're locked out#and the drive was automatically encrypted unless i have my BitLocker recovery key. which i didn't set up#see the funny thing is Microsoft automatically enables encryption of your drive with BitLocker but doesn't tell you to set it up#i learnt of its existence after i was locked out. wonderful user guide microsoft i will now hate you forever#now i am grieving for what my laptop once was#a clean slate - it looks like my laptop but it isn't /my/ laptop anymore. it's just a laptop that i own whilst i hold all the memories#it wakes up fresh out of factory reset and feels the creak of the weathered hardware like it's been here before. that would fuck me up#another funny thing is i don't remember what i did and didnt back up so it is very much a let's find out together (oh fuck i lost that file#(my oops all wolf 359 docx ...... too large to save on my google drive.....)#the worst thing was my Minecraft folders. i forgot they aren't linked to your account. my screenshots since 2019.#sigh. still i must march on#wait#the mechansisms#ulysses dies at dawn#1 pic but still#could have put gone angels by mili#but i am very much in hell we live lament by mili for limbus company now#anyway#long post#tag rambling
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hey fun thing. fun thing I'm experiencing lately. is that the case which every terf journo in the fucking UK is freaking themselves about FINALLY being able to put on the front page - trans woman convicted of rape sent to women's prison - is uhhhhhhhh. really close to home? emotionally? for me? and it's on every fucking newsstand????
(obviously transparent as fuck every time that everyone's suddenly so concerned about the wellbeing of women in prison when all the same publications are usually in the CRIMINAL SCUM PRISONS ARE TOO SOFT TRAIN but OKAY. OKAY. since you suddenly care so much about female prisoners shall we uhhhhh idk address the rate of sexual assaults by guards? police? other cisgender prisoners? maybe rethink the whole 'prison' thing as a whole? oh this is just about how you think trans women are scary again? cool. cool cool cool.)
#red said#the commonality. not to overshare. is that i was raped in 2013 by someone who then went to court in 2015-16 following another incident#and that was a wake-up call for her about her increasingly bad drug and alcohol use and blackouts (which was what happened in both cases)#and so she started self examining on that and partway through the case she realised she was trans#and the thing is i know this bc despite what she did we were still friends by the time it went to court#i was a supporting witness because my experience was used as evidence that it was a pattern of out of control behaviour#anyway it dragged on for a while. even longer bc she was a us national in the us military so the civil case was dropped but#there was also a military investigation#which i didn't have to provide evidence for in the end but i was on the hook not knowing if i would need to for like. another 2 years.#anyway the transition aside there's a lot else about this case which resonates with my experience during that time???#and it sucked a lot going through that case and i would prefer not to have to think about it every time i pop to the fucking supermarket???#(also this is gonna sound bad but the thing i resent most about that whole affair was that during the case and her early transition#she leant on me for support a LOT? so i was doing all this trauma reliving and giving witness statements but also before and after that#she called me almost every day to talk about the toll it was taking on her. and i was like. i think you're right to talk about this#and i think you need support right now#but i also think. it's fucking wild that you think I'm the person to offer that when i just told you you assaulted me in a drunken blackout#like. my big Sick Trauma Feeling memories from that time are a) court and b) Oh No My Phone Is Ringing Again#anyway. this is a big trauma dump that may be misinterpreted which is why i don't talk about the case that much?#but this is part of why i hate terfs so much. the insistence on treating an individual's shit behaviour as condemnation of All Trans People#makes it Really Fucking Hard for those of us who've experienced individual shitty behaviour from a trans person#but recognise that that's just a statistical probability based on how many people do shitty things in the population at large#to talk about harm we've experienced without being coopted to a genocidal narrative
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which 3d mario is your favourite to control?
real life mario. i take the controller out and i find him in the wild and i make him run and ground pound poles for free money coins. though sadly sometimes mario has to sleep. it's like sleeping but for mario. the mario council doesn't like the ethics of controlling mario but he says "waho" and "yippy" when i press the buttons so i think they're wrong.
#ask#anon#if you cant find a mario. dont worry.#you know mario odyssey? yeah you can control telephone pole. you can control frog. yeah cool#you can control things with controllers. they wouldnt call it that if it couldnt#mario dreams of spagegi. sometimes ravoli. sometimes even mama mima.#dont wake him up too early or he'll experience Super Mario Blood Rage#anyway to truthfully answer? i havent played a lot of 3D mario platformers outside of 64 and Sunshine#like i played a lot of 64 and Sunshine growing up#i played galaxy but it was only a rental. so i had to return him to the store. so sad :(#i have galaxy 2 but. something about 2 doesnt match up to galaxy 1 in my mind and i dont know why that is.#like with some games i can tell you what i dont like about their sequels.#sly cooper 2? really enjoyable but i missed the purely platforming aspect of 1#DBZ Budokai (any game after 1)? no cool ass cutscenes and no Zarbon 🙄#like i know Budokai 3 has the better combat but. i dont really play a lot fighting games#so Budokai 1's simple kick-punch-ki blast is enjoyable for me#plus the story mode and Zarbon is what makes it for me for DBZ Budokai.#but yeah mario galaxy 2? couldnt tell you what makes it weird to me compared to 1.#i think the controls across most 3D marios are good. cant pinpoint one i find the most Fun to Control#now if we said platformers in general? hard to say since id need to refresh my hands memory on how some play#i dont have a working copy of Sly Cooper 1. or atleast one that isnt incredibly scratched to hell.#but if i had to guess. sly cooper 1 would be really high up.#jak & daxter 1 had some nice movement the last i played it. i 100%'d it but was kinda sad there was barely a reward for doing so#anyway im sorry this doesnt really answer your question anon. one day i'll be able to have a proper answer#thank you for the ask anon!!
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