HEY LOVELIES GUESS WHO CAME UP WITH MORE SILLINESS WHILE PLAYING ZELDA GAMES
SO. Y'all remember how Blood of the Hero stemmed from me replaying BotW and wanting to spice up the story? Fun fact about me, I can't replay a game without creating a new storyline for it in my head. So Blood of the Hero came about because I wanted to replay BotW and change the stakes, change the gameplay, change the order of things, etc. I love exploring how you can complete the game differently!
I decided to replay TotK.
But I wanted to do it differently. I wanted to avoid the main quest, build up hearts/stamina and complete the side quests because frankly they're the best part of the game to me. So I was like "how do I complete the game without getting the sages or the dragon tears?" I was puzzling over what new story I could create just for my own amusement to help me complete the game like this, and it hit me.
It's freaking Mystery Link. Who else would avoid the Main Plotline like the plague? That man can smell Destiny's Call from a mile away and Noped right out of there.
It just--it fits so perfectly and now I am having an absolute blast. Becuase I had to come up with logical reasons why the game mechanics are the way they are for Mystery Link, so why is he almost naked at the beginning? It's because he was washing his one (1) set of clothes in the river and got distracted by Friend, so then his clothes washed down the river and off a waterfall and he never found them so now he's running around in his underwear.
And this poor man. Is trying so hard. To get some clothes. But he went to Kakariko and the clothing shop is overpriced because the owner's grandma is sick, and he feels for her plight but he can't afford these prices. So off in his underwear he goes. But wait! Hateno! Fashion central! Surely they have clothes! He goes there, and has to stand around and listen to fashion people argue over tickets to get inside, and eventually when they give up he gets the solitary ticket, and--
Sophie: Oh, well since you're the only customer now, you can enter. :)
Mystery: THANK HYLIA, I can finally get some--
Sophie: It's only an exhibition, but Cece herself is--
Mystery: ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME
The best part is that the first set of clothes Mystery and I could find was the barbarian top, and y'all, he was so annoyed.
Mystery, finding a big shiny treasure chest: :D
Mystery, realizing there are clothes inside: !!!!! :D :D :D
Mystery, realizing it's a glorified leather strap and a pelt to wear as a miniskirt: WHY
I am having so much fun. Also, fun fact, trying to complete this game without a paraglider is hellish but Mystery Link and I are accepting the challenge.
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Ok uh here goes
Can I get revivedbur headcanons for a reader who was very hurt by his betrayal? Like all rev wants to do is be nice to reader and love them but they want nothing to do with him?
-roses 🥀
ohhh boy my first ask
first off i wanna say that i absolutely love this idea. perfect angst fodder mmm
im not that great at writing angst. when im not sure what to write i add a lot of insignificant details until i get motivation. so hopefully this is satisfying :) If not, i'll try to come up with some more concise headcanons for wilbur trying to regain the reader's affections.
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First off, I'd like to point out that Wilbur right after revival and Wilbur a couple days after revival (especially after the events of hitting on 16) are quite different
When he's freshly revived, Wilbur is ecstatic. He's alive, rejuvenated, and ready to cause mayhem in every conceivable corner of the server.
Ever the ambitious man, his first concerns are with gaining power--- or, rather, interfering with power. He wants to become relevant, involved in the incessant, political push-and-pull of mankind that has interested him since a young age.
Eventually, though, the adrenaline wears off and he starts thinking about the people in his life. Tommy, who he had immediately recruited for his expeditions to Las Nevadas. Phil and Technoblade, who he visited gladly. And you. You're there, just a short 5 minute walk from Technoblade's house.
Wilbur's sitting at the table with Phil, making small talk about the weather or something when you walk in, throwing open the door with a huff and brushing the snow out of your hair. You look a mess, hair wet and plastered to your cheeks and your nose red and sniffling.
God, how he's missed you.
You freeze when you see him, your voice dying in your throat.
Wilbur smiles oh so sweetly, opening his mouth to speak.
Phil accidentally interrupts him, standing up and explaining the situation to you--- yes, the rumors were true. Yes, Dream is on his necromancer arc. No, he's not Ghostbur.
Wilbur tries his best to speak with you, but it's hard with Phil and Techno there. And for some reason you won't speak to him directly, asking all questions about him to Phil, such as "When was he revived? Was it really dream who revived him?"
When you do address him, your answers are clipped, polite but distant.
He figures it's just because it's awkward with Phil around.
But even when he manages to catch you alone, you try to push him away, glaring at him before stalking off with your jaw clenched and your face hidden from his view.
ouch.
That doesn't deter him for long: Quackity had brushed him off with an eye roll and a dismissive wave of the hand, and yet their rivalry is still underlined by a vague sense of respect and friendliness. (keyword: vague). So, he'll just act the same as he does with Quackity!
But as soon as he starts pestering you too, popping up in your house to nick a few items and smirk at you, the look in your eyes stops him dead in his tracks.
"Get out of my house, Soot!" Your tone of voice catches him off guard. There isn't a trace of amusement or playful exasperation. Your annoyance is so profound it borders on disgust.
All the lighthearted mischievousness that had been previously dancing in his rib cage is extinguished in a heartbeat. His smirk fades, and he stands in silence.
"Didn't you fucking hear me? Get out!"
"Darling, I-I.. " He laughs nervously. "I was just joking, you can have your stuff back---"
"I don't care if you steal, leave or burn them. I want you out of my house."
"But--... I don't--"
"---And don't call me darling."
"I don't understand."
"What? What don't you understand?"
"I didn't.. I just want to talk." He raises his hands in surrender, exhaling slowly. "I just wanted to talk."
"I don't want to talk." You say, quiet and composed once more. "You aren't welcome here. Just--- get out. Please."
He wanted to stay and argue, but something about the way you were looking at him was almost more suffocating than Limbo. He turned tail and nearly bolted out of there.
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He doesn't visit you for a while after that. It's even worse if you had been attached to Ghostbur--- because of course you were attached to Ghostbur.
And after hitting on 16? When he goes on his apology arc?
If people don't accept your apology, Phil had said, you need to let them go.
And so Wilbur does the same thing with you as he did with Tommy: avoiding you like the plague in fear of having to inevitably let you go.
He still spends his time thinking about you, of course. Whenever you two accidentally end up in the same area, he stands to the side, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.
The only way he's going to end up talking to you is if Eret sets it up, not revealing it to either of you until you're face to face.
You've calmed down since your last encounter with Wilbur. Although your opinions haven't changed, you willingly sit down to talk with him.
He, too, is less insistent with his apology. "Listen, I-I.. I know this won't fix things. I don't expect them to."
Wilbur pauses, and you raise an eyebrow for him to continue.
"But you-- you mean a lot to me." He says, wincing at the immediate scoff from you. "You do. You mean the world to me."
"Months. Months you lied to me, in Pogtopia. Months we all spent slaving away to get L'Manburg back-- and I did it all for you! I fought for that country because you loved it like life itself. You watched us fight for it, you let us bleed and sweat and shed tears for it, all while knowing all our efforts would be in vain because you'd be blowing it to pieces regardless. And then you up and left! You left us all, left us to pick up your pieces and drag your body to be buried. "
" ______." Wilbur said your name, quietly.
"-- And you proposed to me! The day beforewe were about to fight to get back L'Manburg, you got down on one knee and proposed.--"
"______." Wilbur repeated.
"You promised we'd have a life after the war. You looked me in the eyes and promised me this, knowing damn well what would happen the next day."
Wilbur doesn't say anything. His shoulders sag, deflating.
You sigh too. "And then you're revived. Months go by, I don't hear a word from you--- not that I was asking to--- and now you're apologizing."
Wilbur falls silent. "I'm selfish."
You purse your lips and move to speak, but he cuts you off.
"I'm not saying that to provoke pity or fish for compliments or serve an excuse. I'm just stating the fact. I am, at heart, a selfish person. I-- that's why I proposed to you that day. I-I knew it would hurt. I thought it would.. keep you closer, wanting to avoid you leaving me. Even though I was the one leaving." He exhales, running a hand through his hair.
The brutal honesty has you dumbfounded, searching for any traces of trickery or manipulation-- but not finding any. He seems genuine. Incredibly self-depreciating, but genuine.
"..And that's the reason I haven't apologized to you until now." Wilbur continues, seeing that you weren't going to speak. "I didn't.. I couldn't bear to hear a formal rejection."
You don't know what to do, having exhausted yourself with your outburst earlier. So you just nod in understanding.
"I-I'm going to be honest. I really, really don't want to let you go. But I've promised myself that that's what I'll do if you don't accept my apology. If you want me to leave you alone, say the word. You won't have to see me again. But if there's anything I can do, anything to earn a second chance for myself--- I'll do it." He rambles on. "I don't need you to love me. I want you to--- I really want you too-- but I don't need you to. I just don't want you to hate me."
You chew on your bottom lip thoughtfully. "I don't hate you."
He looks relieved, hope lighting up his features.
"...But I don't know if I'll accept your apology."
His face falls.
"I know I don't accept it right now. And I think that's understandable. I want to accept it sometime in the future, Wilbur, I just.. I need time."
Wilbur nods, mouth twitching as he works up the nerve to speak. "Would you.. prefer if I stayed away, during that time?"
"I don't want you to outright avoid me." You admit. "If we happen to end up in the same place together, I´ll talk to you. But I think some distance would be helpful."
"Yeah." He manages, clearing his throat. "Yeah, I'll... I can wait."
Wilbur looks back up at you. "I'll wait for you." He promises.
and then he leaves for utah
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i just want you to know that I've started watching The Fantastic Race (I'd never heard of it before) and i too cannot stop imagining Andreil in it.. but also a Foxes/Exy only edition.
like, one is Foxes only, 10 teams, either with some of the freshmen, or while Seth is still alive/in an AU where he survives.
one is Andreil against other Americans where they dominate everything
and one is Andreil, Kevin/jeremy, riko/jean, and some other teams from other American Exy teams
i will eat this thing upppp!! please write it, i beg of you lmao
I do love me some Amazing Race. I think I could give you a Miracle Year of Collegiate Exy version of the Amazing Race.
I think maybe after their initial run through and victory Neil and Andrew are like absolute fan favorites and even though Neil, Andrew, nor the show ever say it there is a general belief that Neil and Andrew got together BECAUSE of the show. Any follow-up publicity on it has Neil and Andrew just staring at the camera like "Are u for fucking real?"
The thing with these shows is that fan favorites get asked to go back ALL the time and Neil gets a lot of very lucrative sponsorships that make the Moriyamas VERY happy after it.
They offer the same deal, a cut on the % that they will take from earnings and this time it's just for competing and this time it's a deal given to. They want the Miracle Generation of the Foxes to come and if every one does then Ichirou will lower Neil, Jean, and Kevin's %s owed to 50% (Maybe the deals are that good, maybe Ichirou is a big fan of the show, maybe he has a finger in it's production. This is mostly just like rationale on why the fuck they'd all do this. Especially Neil and Andrew since like Andrew had a bad time on those planes).
Either way not a single Fox disagrees. Arrangements are made for everyone's kids / pets. Shit is talked.
The Miracle Generation Race is ON.
The Teams are As Follows:
(Fox) Neil Josten & Andrew Minyard (Orange) (Dating)
(Fox) Kevin Day & David Wymack (Green) (Father-Son)
(Fox) Dan Wilds-Boyd & Matt Wilds-Boyd (Yellow) (Married)
(Fox) Allison Reynolds & Renee Johnson (Pink) (BFFs)
(Fox) Aaron Minyard & Katelyn Minyard (Blue) (Engaged)
(Fox) Nicky Klose & Erik Klose (Purple) (Married)
(Trojan) Jean Moreau & Jeremy Knox (Red) (Dating)
(Raven) Johnson & Reacher (Black) (Friends)
(Trojan) Alvarez & Laila (White) (Dating)
(Raven) Thea Muldani & Jenkins (Teal) (Friends)
(Penn) Penn State Coach & Penn State Captain (Grey) (Friends? IDK I ran out of people to be honest and thought well maybe we just have some throwaway team to lose first)
One of the funnier things I could do with that is that this Miracle season is also fan favorite season too and they want the cast to come back but no one can be with their same partner again. So you get shit like Neil and Jean, Jeremy and Andrew, Allison and Kevin, Renee and Aaron, Wymack and Nicky, etc.
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I was wondering if you would know how long would it take to make a dress for a ball in the 19th Century, before electricity was widely used. Like that was still a time when you went to a tailor to get your clothes made, especially for special occasions so... how much advance would you need? I'm guessing even longer if it's the tailor your friends go to as well and you are all going to the same ball, but on average, what? A week? With a trying test in between choosing the design and having it ready, I imagine...
Oh interesting question!
I've heard a week or two weeks as a turnaround time in contemporary sources from the late 19th century, when electricity had technically been harnessed but electric sewing machines (if they existed at all) were vanishingly uncommon
I imagine it helped speed things up if this was your regular dressmaker who already had measurements and custom-fitted patterns on file for you. even very wealthy women saw no issue with having multiple dresses made up from the same pattern with different fabrics and embellishments, back then. although, of course, the intricacy of the trimmings requested would factor into the production time as well
notably, before the infamous Bradley-Martin Ball of 1897, the hostess intentionally sent out invitations only three weeks in advance so that the guests wouldn't have time to order costumes from European couturiers and would have to patronize local dressmakers/tailors instead. so if a month or more was the lead time necessary for an imported fancy-dress costume, 1-3 weeks for something domestically made seems reasonable
(said hostess, Cornelia Bradley-Martin, saw this in the light of an economic stimulus to the garment workers of New York City. given that there was a recession on and the total cost of the ball ended up around $400,000- in 1897 dollars -the general public did not take such a charitable approach. there was massive outcry in the press and from the pulpit, and the city actually raised tax rates specifically for the Bradley-Martins and their friends the Astors, due to the astronomical excess of the ball. even the Victorians could at times be, as the youths do say, based. but I digress)
it's also important to keep in mind that most dressmakers did not work alone, but had a team of seamstresses working under them. so it wouldn't just be one woman struggling with a massive backlog of orders- these were usually multi-employee businesses, running like well-oiled machines to churn out handmade bespoke garments with impressive speed
...often criminally underpaid and with Not Great working conditions, but that's off-topic for the question at hand
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