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enam3l · 8 months

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eddie’s love letter to reader after leaving her in chicago where he’d followed her after meeting for the first time. (i was in my feels despite not even being in love myself)

masterlist or series tag #enam3ls rockstar eddie

Dear sweetheart,

I’m considering hijacking my own plane and making them turn back to Chicago, back to you. My lips left your skin an hour ago and already they’re itching to be reunited.

Ready to commit felonies in order to feel yours once more. The guys have ditched me, they’re sitting further up the place. Apparently I talk too much as is, now I’m worse than ever and the only topic on my tongue is you. I can’t blame them, I wonder how I’ll ever shut up about you.

The flight attendant brought her little trolley round and all she got from me was a lecture about how you only mix your drinks with lemonade, never soda. I told her my girl has a sweet tooth. I suppose I don’t know for sure if you’re my girl yet. Not even officially my girl and you’ve got me hopping states and writing love letters.

You’ve bewitched me, babe. Appeared out of thin air on a dark stormy night in a small town like Hawkins? It all makes sense. I knew you had to be other worldly. You hexed me that night, turned me into a lovesick teenager. I hope the spell is irreversible if it means I get to be yours.

Shit, this could all be nonsense, I don’t know. I’m so god damn tired. You kept me awake. I’ve not even got my mind in the gutter. Just mean, how could I possibly sleep when I got to have you to myself? There’s only 24 hours in the day and you’ve existed for nearly 24 years. Hard to hear all your stories in that time. I want to hear them all. It feels cruel the universe robbed me of 24 years of you. Think I could listen to you til the oceans ran dry and I wouldn’t get bored.

I took my jacket off once I was seated to get comfy but then I realised it smelt like you. Had this thing since I was 16 and it’s only ever smelt like smoke and cheap beer. You wear it for a weekend and it smells like you. You you you. That pretty perfume and that sweetness natural to your skin. It’s soaked into the leather. Under the fibres. I think you’ve done that to me as well. Seeped under my skin. Running through my system.

Already owe Dustin and Steve my life in ways you don’t even know. I owe them it all once over for introducing you.

You were right when you said this wasn’t normal. People don’t just feel this way with someone they’ve known for a couple of hours. I think my heart was yours from that moment in the Hideout. It’s still with you now in Chicago. I don’t want it back. Keep it in the back pocket of those tight little jeans you wore yesterday. If you gave me yours, it’d be the most precious think I owned.

When you get back home to New York and read this, call me. I’ll be on your doorstep in seconds if I’m not already camped out there. I should’ve stayed in bed with you in that fancy ass hotel in Chicago.

Call me and I’ll crawl back into your sheets and promise to never leave again.

Yours if you wish,

Eddie.

don’t worry i know it’s been a while but i could never forget about my lil star crossed lovers

my taglist angels: @whoahoney @lukewearingbeanies @esme-viridian @elysian-chaos s @munsonology @mseddiemunson @kreepja @midnightsgetawaycar

#enam3ls rockstar eddie #rockstar eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #Eddie munson x reader #Eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #rockstar eddie munson #eddie munson fluff

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1-800-zombify · 10 months

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Do you think I’m crazy?

Ao’nung x Metkayina!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Ao’nung makes fun of Y/N, a little plot but it’s not important, OOC!Ao’nung, very cliche and cringe near the end

Summary: Ao’nung and Y/N go fishing together really early in the morning, and Ao’nung ends up telling her how he feels.

*this is my first time writing on tumblr I’m so sorry

Y/N, WHERE ARE YOU?” Ao’nung scowled. The girl dazedly looked back at him, blinking away her daydreams right before him. He pointed his spear at her, “What are you thinking about? What is so much more important?”

“I don’t know.” Y/N shrugged. She held the basket closer to her hip and peered into the opening. The fish they caught together hopelessly flopped against the weaved material, mouths gaping for water. She looked back up at Ao’nung, blankly staring at her in disbelief.

“Be serious.” Ao’nung prodded, “Why are you so distant lately? What’s going on with you?”

“I’ve been thinking…”

“Is that new for you?”

Y/N dropped the basket into the sand. She picked up her spear, smacking Ao’nung’s leg with the end, “Do you want to hear it or not?”

He raised his hands in defense, “I’ll listen, if we get all the fish we need.”

She stabbed her spear into the water, cutting into the sleek viridian body of an eel squid. Y/N pulled it out of the water, pressing a gentle hand on its twitching head. She closed her eyes, muttering a brief prayer as the eel squid’s movement halted. Y/N tossed it into the basket.

“So…?” Ao’nung sat down, hands digging into the sand. He stared off into the ocean, waves crashing against each other. It was still fairly dark out, but there were occasionally distant animal calls. Part of their chores was to gather meat. Ao’nung’s father, the Olo’eyktan, didn’t care where it came from or what it was — he just wanted them to practice, so they had swam to a sandy rock formation off the coast.

Y/N sat down besides him, placing her spear as a divider between the Na’vi. She pressed her knees to her chest, “I’ve been getting these dreams.”

Ao’nung chuckled, “Dreams are dreams.” He gathered a fist full of sand and splatted it against Y/N’s back, “They mean nothing.”

She pushed him into the water, “They are from the All-Mother, and they mean something. She is calling to me, Ao’nung. Can you comprehend that?”

He picked himself up and crossed his arms skeptically. “Are you Tsahìk now?” Ao’nung pressed, “You are not wise. You cannot determine the will of Eywa. Who are you to say she is reaching out to you?”

Y/N stayed silent, as he stabbed his spear into the water. He tossed another eel squid into their basket.

“What happens in your dreams?”

Y/N scoffed, “I thought you didn’t want to listen.”

He shrugged, “I never said that. I said you’re just not intelligent enough to understand if Eywa is trying to commune with you. Now, what do you see in your dreams?”

She looked up at the stars, silently twinkling in the midnight blanket above. She sighed, “I see her, Ao’nung. I see her, and she’s trying to speak —,”

He laughed, “N/N, you going crazy? Do you make jokes now? Maybe we should go fishing more.”

Y/N hit the back of his head, “I am serious, Ao’nung. When I visit the Cove of Ancestors, I get these visions —,”

“The Cove?” Ao’nung paused, sitting down besides her, “You never mentioned this before.”

“You’ve been too busy making fun of me than listening,” she replied bluntly.

“Well, there’s a difference between experiencing a calling from Eywa in sleep and in consciousness.”

“So you think it’s a calling now, huh?“

He rolled his eyes, “You should talk to my mother. She is Tsahìk, she will know how to help you.”

“I don’t know, Ao’nung…”

“My mother understands these types of things better than anyone. You can trust her, Y/N,” Ao’nung looked at her side profile, confusion slowly writing itself on his face. “Why do you hesitate?”

“Do you think I’m crazy?” Y/N blurted, hugging her knees to her chest.

He flinched slightly at the words, his attention drawing back to the rolling waves before them. He licked his lips, shrugging as he chose his words carefully. Ao’nung finally said, “I don’t think you’re crazy.”

He hesitantly placed a hand on her shoulder, a meek attempt of comfort. Y/N didn’t react, merely tracing her fingers along the cracks of the rock. “Then why do you always look at me differently?”

Ao’nung blinked, averting his eyes towards Y/N again. How did Ao’nung look at her? How did his gaze change when looking at another Na’vi to her? The first question he had was: what is the difference between Y/N and anyone else? Of course, Ao’nung might’ve treated her a little differently — perhaps nicer if matching her pace whenever they walked, saving a spot besides him at gatherings counted. Maybe favoritism in others’ eyes, judging by the tricks he did in the water to amuse Y/N, joining in chorus of her favorite folk songs when he’d prefer listening, and detours around the reef, so she could admire the coral one last time before resurfacing.

Taking in a quick breath, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Ao’nung, don’t say that,” Y/N shook their head. Her words were soft, delicate even, “You act like… you’re scared I’ll do something wrong or stupid — all the time. I don’t know who you think I am sometimes —,”

“Who I think you are?” He interrupted. He repeated the words in his head, and then out loud once more, “Who I think you are? I think you’re someone that believes loving them is a burden. I treat you different, because you’re not a burden. Not to me.” Ao’nung closed his eyes, taking in a sharp breath. He turned to Y/N, daring himself to speak, “You’ve taught me that loving is not a task I need to accomplish. With you, it’s been a skill I’ve spent perfecting for years, because I’ve loved you since we met, and I want to love you correctly.”

And Y/N was silent.

He parroted her again, “Do you think I’m crazy?”

The phrase was different. Before, Y/N meant if Ao’nung thought something was wrong with her, if there was a flaw Eywa had unknowingly bestowed. But hearing Ao’nung repeat it, she realized she had asked him if he loved her enough to accept madness. And he did.

“No,” she whispered. “I don’t think you are.”

#avatar the way of water #aonung x reader #atwow #avatar x reader #avatar #aonung #metkayina #avatar oneshot #fanfic #metkayina!reader #aonung x metkayina!reader #aonung x female reader

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vipersiia · 1 year

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lazy mornings | xyx/gn!reader

Being with Xyx is like being with a force of nature. It never really seems like he has a moment to himself. A moment to breathe.

Waking up to the feeling of his fingers tracing shapes on your exposed skin, a sensation like no other. Humming softly you shifted and pushed closer into his chest, just taking his presence in. You feel his lips pressing into your head, curving into a smile, his arms wrapping tigher around you, pulling you closer. You can smell his lingering cologne, and beneath that the scent of the ocean that always seems to surround him.

Mornings like these are rare, but you’d never want him to change. Moments like these were made to be savored.

Slowly you open your eyes, staring into his. Half-lidded, viridian peeking through his lashes, reminiscent of the coral you both saw when diving some time ago. Whispering out a greeting, he leans in, lips gently molding against yours. Sometimes it feels like he was made for you. To be held tenderly in your palms. To be eternally loved and cared for.

You know he feels the same way, he's expressed it multiple times. Saying how you came in like a deity from above, and showed him a love like no other.

His hands made their way to cup your face, as you both split, breathless.

Sometimes when you look at him, adoration is all you can see. It seeps through his veins, oozing out of him whenever he’s around you. It makes you wonder, just what he sees when he looks at you.

With him in your arms, it makes the long nights waiting for him to come home, all the more worth it. Being able to slip into bed with him, idly sharing stories about your days. Tightly wrapped up in each other's arms, not an inch between you. Mornings where neither of you are in a rush to get to work, just able to enjoy a shared morning.

#viper.txts #xyx x reader #blooming panic x reader #bloomic x reader #xyx #xyx bp #blooming panic #bloomic #fluff #fanfiction #ficlet

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venting-corner · 7 months

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This is just a vent session/ideas that I don't how to express other than ranting and complaining about it like a Karen, don't mind me

We all know that the world building and rules of bnha are bullshit and I get tired of fics using the same trope with the same people and the same place. I am looking at you vigilante!Midoriya fics. Of course there are some exceptions with original content like green guide and viridian(time travel fic), but most of them are the same with slight differences.

Where am I going with this? Well generally 90% percent of fics and canon itself is focused on one place,Musutafu. Even though, our heroes go to other cities, generally they're there for one fight and then go back to the capital of bnha. While ocs are not interesting to some people, they could be used to take a breath of fresh air from class 1-A and explore the world of bnha even more.

For example, who does investigations? We don't see heroes investigating most of the time (except nighteye). They are more like responders and generally do not act before a criminal does. Obviously it would be police and investigators, as stated in canon, they are above heroes and can call them to take action. However, we don't see the police that much except for Tsukauchi and the Chief of Hosu police. Wouldn't it be cool to see stories about police without showing all mha characters into the police department?

Who works in the underground? We are told about the power AFO has on the underground, but not shown. At most we saw 3 organizations that get involved in a big battle and go out with a bang. What about others? Organizations that establish their power in one place, trade with others, make deals with legal departments and generally stay hidden. Okay, I admit, those are shown in canon, but not that great. I want to see underground doctors, mafias, weapon smuggling, illegal trade with other countries, corrupt police and politicians (not HPSC), law battles, brokers (not Giran), contingency plans for the destruction of the hero industry, bars, casinos, smart criminals that know their limits and so on. I need to search a little bit more for criminal and underground info.

What about other cities? You can take vigilante! Midoriya and have him protect another city with less to none heroes. Just look at Deika city! It doesn't have heroes that are not part of MLA. Have Midoriya go to a reputable high school in the desired city to have an excuse to go there and protect it. Have him make deals with some shady, but harmless businesses, if you want to make him morally gray or make his character develop to not see everything black and white. Have him meet other underground heroes, aside from Aizawa!

What are other countries doing, while all of shit show is happening in canon? If this is Japan 200 years into the future, then you can bet that everyone already knows about what is going on there, because internet🤌. Why did only America respond? What were their motifs for helping Japan, because politics. Where the fuck is military? Most of those villains would be dead from a military grade weapon!

TD;LR Mha world is an ocean of potential that only was slightly explored

#mha #mha critical #bnha critical #mha world building #mha lore

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wanderers--of--light · 2 days

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faithful - for the single-word fic prompt!

G'ari stared out into the calming dark waters of the ocean as he perched on top of a small cliff outcropping. His eyes glazed over, taking in the sight and his ears twitched listening to the rolling waves that sloshed down below him.

It had been several months since G'ari left Captain Tarasch's crew and headed out on his own adventure to... Find himself, he supposed. But he still felt that emptiness inside him that threatened to rip open his chest every waking moment of the day.

He scowled darkly at himself, his brows pinched together and his eyes squinted. G'ari knew exactly why he felt this way, and it was annoying. It was a clear distraction and blockade to his fun and freeing adventure where he threw caution to the wind. Although, maybe it's because he was throwing caution to the wind was why he felt like he was struggling so much.

G'ari's mind supplied him with the last conversation he had with Elliaunt--his best friend, the guy who shared so many similarities to G'ari and the one who understood him the most. When Elliaunt had gotten hurt, he beat himself up because he had almost lost him--had almost lost Elliaunt--the guy he could count on and be there for him no matter what. He remembered the look of hurt and betrayal in the Elezen's eyes when he confronted G'ari about leaving the crew.

"You're kidding, right? What ever happened to sticking together?"

"I just wanted to go off on my own, it's no big deal." G'ari turned away and continued packing what little he had into his bag. Elliaunt gripped his arm and forced the Miqo'te to look at him. G'ari took in a sharp inhale, glancing up into Elliaunt's viridian eyes.

The way the green darkened like a forest during a midnight storm, with tall opposing trees swaying in the harsh winds. His brows had been furrowed deeply, creating creases in the middle and his forehead. But more than that, more than the anger, G'ari could see tears form just along the waterline. And suddenly, G'ari felt horrible.

"Is this because of what happened?" Elliaunt asked with a soft voice--a huge contrast to the anger that fumed out from him. G'ari didn't respond and looked away with a frown.

Elliaunt sighed and released G'ari's arm--his hand dropped to his side and the Elezen teen took a half-step back.

"Look. It wasn't your fault. You know that."

G'ari scoffed, rolling his eyes and he turned to look up at Elliaunt again. "But it was my fault! You got hurt because of me--you almost died, Elli."

Elliaunt gently took G'ari's shoulders and dipped his head down--the Elezen was much taller than G'ari, which came as no surprise being an Elezen and all--but despite his height, Elliaunt could still make himself feel and look small, which always amazed G'ari.

"But I didn't die. I'm still here, with you. So..." Elliaunt pressed his lips together and G'ari could see a single tear roll down his friend's cheek. G'ari didn't know what came over him, but he reached his hand out and wiped the tear away, feeling the softness of Elliaunt's face against his fingers. Elliaunt was startled, eyes blinked widely and his lips slightly ajar. But the surprise passed and Elliaunt just leaned into G'ari's touch.

G'ari would be lying if he said that didn't stir up butterflies inside his stomach.

"I have to go, Elli."

"Do you have to...?"

Every single molecule that was running inside of G'ari was screaming to say no. That he didn't have to leave. But the guilt that still gnawed at his heart was telling him he still had to go. Had to get away to clear his head and figure out who he is and who he wants to be.

"I'm sorry, Elli. I have to."

Elliaunt didn't say anything after that and just drew the ginger Miqo'te into his arms. G'ari's head pressed up against his friend's chest and he could hear the steady heartbeat loud in his ears. It was calming.

G'ari wasn't sure how long they stood there, holding each other in each other's arms. But their moment was interrupted by the sounds of the other crew members laughing boisterously as they came down the stairs from the deck.

"I promise I'll write," G'ari started with a tremor in his voice. He cleared his throat. "I promise, okay? And when I'm ready, I'll come back. I'll come back to the crew... And I'll come back to you."

Elliaunt's face was unreadable, his verdant eyes traced every feature of G'ari, carefully taking the Miqot'e in, maybe as a way to capture the memory before G'ari had to leave for good.

"I'll hold you up to your promise, G'ar," Elliaunt said finally with a sad smile. It hurt G'ari to see him like this, so G'ari cupped Elliaunt's face and brought him down so he could place a gentle kiss against Elliaunt's forehead.

"Please, have a little more faith in me," G'ari responded with a haughty smirk.

Elliaunt rolled his eyes, but he was smiling as well. "Oh, I'm sorry dear faithful friend who remembers their promises." A pause. Then, Elliaunt cackled, poking G'ari's cheeks when G'ari pouted up at the Elezen boy.

"Ha. Ha. Very funny," G'ari deadpanned, which only made Elliaunt laugh even more. "I'll show you how faithful I can be. I'll write you a letter every day! And each of those letters is gonna be me bragging about how awesome my adventures are. You're going to be so jealous." The Miqo'te grinned deviously.

"I'm looking forward to it," Elliaunt responded.

G'ari sighed, shaking his head from the melancholic thoughts that rolled inside his mind. The Miqo'te got up, brushed his pants and stood tall. The weather had gotten slightly darker, with the clouds looming overhead. He figured now was a good time as any to head to the nearest outpost and sleep for the night. Maybe write those letters to send to the crew and Elliaunt as well.

He turned on his heel, leaving the peaceful view of the ocean behind him.

#answered #gatheredfates #ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #miqo'te #elezen #ffxiv wol #ff14 wol #warrior of light #rika's wol: G'ari Tia #ic: G'ari Tia #ffxiv fic #T-THIS ENDED UP WAY LONGER THAN EXPECTED #OOPS???#ALSO THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN TY <3 <3 <3 #logged in specifically to take these pics too

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neato-names · 1 year

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Color Names

Alizarin

Amaranth

Apple

Auburn

Avadavat

Brick

Burgundy

Cadmium

Cardinal

Carmine

Carnelian

Cherry

Coral

Currant

Ibis

Ladybug

Oxblood

Poppy

Raspberry

Robin

Rose

Rosewood

Ruby

Rust

Sanguine

Scarlet

Spinel

Strawberry

Tourmaline

Upsdell

Venetian

Vermillion

Wine

Zircon

Alloy

Apricot

Autumn

Bronze

Bullfinch

Calcite

Cantaloupe

Cider

Cinnamon

Clinohumite

Copper

Fulvous

Garibaldi

Ginger

Hessonite

Koi

Marmalade

Nutmeg

Oriole/Orioles

Persimmon

Pumpkin

Ranunculus

Salamander

Sandstone

Spice

Squash

Sunstone

Tamarin

Tithonia

Turmeric

Amber

Arylide

Aureolin

Biscotti

Bumblebee

Butter

Buttercup

Buttermilk

Canary

Candle

Candlelight

Chiffon

Colza

Coreopsis

Cornbread

Corydalis

Craspedia

Dandelion

Dijon

Electricity

Flax

Goldenrod

Goldfinch

Gronalo

Honeycomb

Hornet

Icterine

Impatiens

Lemon

Lemonbread

Leopard

Mellow

Monoazo

Nuclear

Oat

Parmesean

Pattypan

Saturn

Shortbread

Siriguela

Sulfur

Sunbeam

Sunflower

Sunglow

Sunlight

Tickseed

Unmellow

Warbler

Xanthic

Yarrow

Yolk

Acid

Aphid

Bitter

Caterpillar

Celadon

Chateau

Chetwode

Chlorophyll

Clover

Emerald

Evergreen

Fern

Frog/Froggy

Grasshopper

Greenmint

Inchworm

Katydid

Laurel

Leaf

Leaves

Lime

Malachite

Mantis

Moss/Mossy

Myrtle

Olive

Parakeet

Pine

Reseda

Sage

Slime/Slimy

Sour

Spring

Swamp

Tea

Thyme

Toxic

Turaco

Verdun

Viridian

Xanadu

Aqua

Aquamarine

Azure

Bleu

Blueberry

Bluebird

Bluejay

Celeste

Cerulean

Cobalt

Dacnis

Delft

Denim

Fairywren

Glaucous

Lapis

Marine

Mazarine

Morpho

Ocean

Peacock

Phthalo

Sapphire

Steel

Teal

Tears

Turquoise

Ultramarine

Uranian

Uranus

Amethyst

Aster

Bosenberry

Byzantium

Charoite

Concord

Coneflower

Cornflower

Eminence

Fuchsia

Heather

Heliotrope

Hibiscus

Hopbush

Indigo

Jacaranda

Lavender

Lepidolite

Lilac

Lilalite

Liserian

Lisianthus

Lupine

Mauve

Milka

Pansy

Pasque

Periwinkle

Phlox

Pizzazz

Purpureus

Razzmic

Regalia

Scabiosa

Tacao

Teasel

Thistle

Tyrian

Ultraviolet

Verbena

Violet

Wisteria

Cerise (pink)

Chartreuse (green-yellow)

Fluorescence (brightly and harshly colored)

Matte (dull color)

Pastel (youthful color)

Psychedelic (bright and intense colors, usually brought on by hallucinogens)

Quartz (white or pink)

Quicksliver (silver)

Rainbow (color spectrum)

Sugilite (yellow, red, pink, or purple)

#noun names #gender neutral names #name ideas #Names #color names #gif warning #drug ment tw

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moonkssd · 9 months

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Pilgrimage Sites

So a member of the Tsuchiya clan can realign themselves and raise their spiritual power by visiting very specific sites all over the world. Few have accomplished this, usually stopping after the first few and deeming it as enough. Most just pray at the site and be done with it. Due to Yuri's seemingly bad luck, there would be more waiting for her at each place. Real challenges that would test the mettle of her and anyone accompanying her.

Kanto

Viridian Shrine

Beyond the touch of time, where the water wells together, this ancient shrine bestows the blessing of the Normal Type. The trial of determination lays here.

Cinnabar Shrine

Deep, deep, deeper....the shrine sleeps, hidden away from prying eyes. Once the trial of memory has passed, the blessing of Psychic is given.

Johto

Chrysalis Grove

Find the old trail, the land between 'two worlds'. Be among those that transform and transform yourself. Pass the trial and win the blessing of Bug.

Burned Tower

Go there where heaven meets the earth and return the sun to the sky. Seven colours reign supreme within the hand of the maiden, bringing about happiness. To pass the trial and gain the blessing of Fire.

Hoenn

Sootopolis Shrine

Hidden in the clouds, beyond the views of Kyogre, rests a shrine in the sky. High above the ocean, dance among the stars. The blessing of Flying awaits.

Meteor Falls Shrine

The trial of the land rests here in the shrine dedicated to the earth. The blessing of Ground awaits the maiden.

Sinnoh

Temple of Sinnoh

Go to where the sea meets the sky and becomes and endless ocean of stars. Dance upon the speckled stage to earn the blessing of Water.

Full Moon Shrine

Beyond a veil of darkness, lies the temple of the moon. Between the line of sleep and waking, the trial awaits the chosen maiden. The blessing of Dark is her birthright to take.

Unova

Opelucid Temple

The spirit of justice lives on in all. Gather the virtuous souls in a trial of might and justice. The blessing of Fighting shall be given when three swords are gathered.

Dragonspiral Temple

Higher, higher, higher; ascend the tower, fated maiden, shine down the light of the moon and bring together Truth and Ideals. The blessing of Dragon will be awarded for your efforts.

Kalos

Sacred Forest Grove

With flowers everlasting, find the land of the fae. Perform the dance of life and death, to pass the trial and gain the blessing of Fairy.

Ruined Stones

Bring back life to what was once dead and hopeless. In the land of standing stones, this is where the maiden's next hardship awaits. Pass this trial and be blessed by Grass.

Alola

Temple of Kings

Bring offerings of ice, rock and steel; he will come, in all his regalness. A king will kneel for the maiden and give her the blessing of Rock.

Lost Shrine

Lost souls gather here, both dead and alive. Reunite the two worlds and pass the trial of the blessing of Ghost.

Galar

Stone of Legend

When the moon shines down upon the foggy hill, the sword shall light the way. The purest waters lay here, alongside the blessing of Steel.

The Underground Prison

Follow the wails, the line of ghostly lights towards the hidden shrine. Take heed; death awaits for the faint of heart. Deep within lies the blessing of Poison.

Paldea

Crystal Shrine

Lost to time, it sleeps, deep within the earth, waiting to be discovered once more. An ancient blessing awaits for the one destined for it. Here lies the Ice blessing.

Monument of Tomorrow

Beyond the reach of mortal men, it waits for the moment where two worlds may collide. Rare is the chance when the future reaches out towards the past. Grasp the trial ahead and gain the blessing of Electric.

#headcanon #worldbuilding #so who wants to be the ones who accompany her in each region??? :)))#who wants to make bonds with the 'fated maiden'#whatever that means? :)))

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dangergays · 6 months

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oh my god we are so fucked we are so absolutely and incredibly fucked dear god shit shit shit shit shit shit shit shit

#shut up lucas #lucas.d&d🌕#the viridian ocean

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lightning-of-farosh · 9 months

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Charcoal Smeared Faces

Faceblind!Hyrule

WARNINGS: blood and dead people

Scritch. Scritch, scritch. Scritch.

Cool air rose off gentle, lapping waves, bringing the taste of salt and fish over the beach. A few washed up bits of wood settled heavily like sleeping beasts on damp sand, looking lonely beneath the numerous, winking stars.

On one of the larger logs, Hyrule sat with his back to the fire pit and the yawning, dark mouth of a tent. Someone shifted inside, rolling over beneath their blankets before settling once more. He didn’t bother turning around to check.

Wood popped. The ocean exhaled. Thunder rumbled in the distance.

Hyrule sighed at the journal beneath his charcoal stained fingers. Upon its parchment was a simple rendition of the tree line across from him with its scraggly branches and tired looking pines. He smeared one of the trunks with his thumb, dragging the shadow across the background to mix with the others.

An owl hooted from the forest. Another one replied from even farther away.

Turning on his seat—almost knocking his shield over with his heel—Hyrule faced the dying fire. Its amber light sunk into his legs and chest, heating up his bones. He kicked another log in with his foot and watched the sparks rise to join the stars.

Someone sniffed in the tent and Hyrule glanced past the fire. A figure curled up tighter beneath their blanket, blonde hair falling across their nose.

Hyrule flipped through the pages of his journal, finding the Link with the shoulder length straight hair. Hero of the Four Sword. There was a messy, charcoal sketch of his face from the front, from the side, what he looked like when he laughed. Tiny notes in ink lined the corners—too small to read in such dim light.

Bushes rustled. Hyrule looked up and watched as a jackrabbit hopped out from the underbrush. Its ears swivelled, its nose twitched, and then it scrambled back into the woods. There was a ragged rhythm to its movements. Not quite sick; just awkward.

His hand tightened around his charcoal. How odd, he mused, staring at the darkened woods.

The rabbit didn’t return.

Hyrule turned back to Four, his fingers leaving small, dusty prints along the edges as he pressed his makeshift pencil to the parchment. He had another hour or so before he would have to wake up the next person for their watch.

Scritch. Scritch, scritch. Scritch.

oOo

“We’re lost.”

“We are not.”

Hyrule breathed in, holding the heavy smell of pine in his sinuses before exhaling again. He had lagged behind most of the group, fingers tightening around the traps of his pack. A bird watched them from the branches, red feathers ruffled and bright against the viridian. Tree roots snuck out from beneath the dirt, breaking apart hoof and paw tracks.

No rabbits, though, Hyrule dug his heel in and shifted, staring at the mark it left behind.

“What do you mean ‘we’re not lost’?” The snap, the roll, a tinge of surface grumpiness. Hyrule had to look to double check, but there was no one it could be other than a splatter of pink, a cap of blue, and a long red tunic. Legend. “You have no idea where we are!”

“We’re on a path, not in the middle of nowhere,” Exasperation. The rise to a challenge. Blue scarf fluttering with every step.“Just cause it’s not on your map doesn’t mean—”

“The fact that it’s not on a map is the definition of lost—”

A voice rose above the other two, loud enough that it startled the bird from the tree. Hyrule watched it flee further into the forest.

“Hey, hey. That’s enough.”

An elbow knocked into Hyrule’s and he blinked at the wave of sea salt and fish that replaced dirt and sap. Tearing his gaze away from the trees, Hyrule focused on a bright, sky blue tunic and a wide, Cheshire grin. One tooth missing from the smile; a small gap that added charm and just a bit of mischief.

Wind had told him the story about how he lost it once; something about a fortress, barrels, a canon, and some pirates. It had sent the rest of the camp into hysterics as he stood, face illuminated by the dying flames, food forgotten in bowls as he had let the shadows pull at his face.

Hot skin pressed against Hyrule’s side as the younger hero tilted his head up, combing through the canopy. Light and shadows played across his features, highlighting the freckles spread across his nose and cheeks, dancing up to his ears. They looked like a small night sky on his sun kissed skin.

There was a drawing in Hyrule’s journal mapping them out.

“Whatcha lookin’ at?”

More arguing sparked from the front of the party.

“Just a bird,” Hyrule told Wind. “How long do you think they’ll,” he nodded towards a splash of pink on yellow and gold-like blonde hair, “let the two of them argue before we can start moving again?”

Wind rubbed the back of his neck and grimaced. “Not long, hopefully. I wanna make some progress before nightfall.”

There was a huff of laughter in front of them.

Hyrule turned and took in the taller man’s face. No scars, no markings. He had sandy brown hair, a long white cloak, and a red bit of cloth wrapped around his waist.

“If we start walking without them,” Sky said—and it must have been Sky; the hilt of the Master Sword peeked over his shoulder—keeping his voice low enough to make it seem like he was trying to be quiet, “maybe they’ll just follow?”

“And if they don’t follow, we won’t have to hear their bickering.” Wind added on. “You’re a genius. Utterly brilliant. Marry me.”

Sky laughed and the sound filled the gaps between the trees. “Sorry, I’m taken.”

“Shame.”

Shaking his head, not bothering to hide his smile, Hyrule started walking. They went with him, chatting pleasantly as they passed a massive set of armour, a wolf pelt, and a long, dark cloak. Wind waved cheerfully at a burst of pink and the argument stuttered off in a serious of indignant sputters.

There was laughter and the sound of boots moving over dirt behind them. Wind wrapped his arm around Hyrule’s waist and leaned in, his words burning and heavy as he spoke with Sky. Above them, the sun peeked beyond the tops of the canopy, clouds twisted into half formed shapes, and, slipping its way into the afternoon, there was a scream.

It was twisted, tortured, echoing amongst the trees.

Nails dug into Hyrule’s forearm and the pommel of his sword hummed beneath his palm. He took a step towards the sound.

A hand on his shoulder pulled him back.

“What was that?” Someone hissed behind him.

Hyrule didn’t turn to look, searching the faded shadows of the trees and the silent, empty branches. His gaze trailed, up and up, catching on the clouds.

“Forget that—where’d it come from?” Pink brushed past, and Legend stood at the front.

A flock of birds darted overhead. “There,” Hyrule said, pointing the way they had come.

“Careful,” one of the taller heroes stepped up next to him. Light glinted off his heavy armour. “Take it slow; we don’t know what we’re facing.”

There were nods and murmurs. Hyrule stared up at the figure, the words settling around him. It was Time, right? No one else wore armour.

“Keep up, Hyrule,” Wind hooked their arms together, dragging him off the path. “Don’t want Legend to hog all the glory, do we?”

“Well, he’s called the ‘Hero of Legend’ for a reason, isn’t he?”

There was a squawk and an arm wrapped around Hyrule’s shoulder, pulling him in. Warm, hearth-like spices settled on his nose and he fought the urge to sneeze.

“Nice work,” Sky told him, voice carefully quiet to hide beneath Wind and Legend’s bickering.

Warmth settled in Hyrule’s chest and he ducked his head, unable to hide his small, pleased grin as they walked on, deeper into the forest.

The evening’s rain had made the world slick and bushes grabbed at ankles, branches snatched at sleeves. Wind swatted at insects that came too close, grumbling under his breath. Hyrule watched his feet, finding small bit of tracks darting across small, almost non-existent trails. Trees fell away, some of them becoming stumps marked with the blade of an axe, even more parting, opening—

There was a house. A small one, made of logs and brick. There was no fence along the outside, no horse tied at the post.

The door was open, hanging on a hinge.

Legend went first, hand on the pommel of his sword, ducked low and slinking away from the windows. A figure with a dark hood drawn over their head followed him but before Hyrule could figure out who it was, Sky was pulling him in the opposite direction.

There was a small garden in the front with half the weeds pulled and piled off to the side, a couple of cuccos peeked out from beneath the porch and shuffled back under at the sight of two strangers. Rabbit tracks darted between some of the cabbages and it looked like a raccoon had dug its paws into some of the radishes.

“Poor things,” Sky murmured.

Hyrule hummed, ripping his gaze away from the tracks and pausing, focusing on the window.

It was dark. Cold.

Nothing moved behind the glass.

“Give me a boost?”

Grunting, Sky cupped his hands and lowered them, hoisting Hyrule up so he could cup his hands over the glass and peer in.

Flowers sat, overturned on the table. Dirt was smeared across the floor, trailed in footprints back to the door. There was a kettle on the counter, on its side with water spilling out of the top. It dripped over the side, rolled down the cabinets, and mixed with the blood on the floor.

“There’s someone inside,” Hyrule said as he was dropped to the ground.

“Is he...?”

Hyrule shook his head.

“Damn,” Sky said in an arrested voice. Then he breathed in, squared his shoulders. “Any sign of what did it?”

“Just footprints,” Hyrule nodded towards the front door. “Hylian ones, it looked like.”

There was a choked noise from the hero beside him. “Hylian? You sure?”

Hyrule opened his mouth to confirm. Paused. “No,” he admitted. “But they looked like they were made from boots.”

A heavy hand landed on his shoulder and Sky sighed as if he was inhaling and exhaling the whole universe in one breath. “The others will check inside,” he said, “We should—”

A jackrabbit lunged out from underneath the house and dug its teeth into Hyrule’s thigh.

Blood welled, skin broke, and Hyrule snarled as the creature dropped to the ground and ran into the woods. He sprinted after it, crashing through the underbrush, doing his damndest to keep the white tail in his sight.

“Hyrule? Hyrule!” Sky’s voice followed him through the trees.

He ignored it, scrambling around tree trunks, jumping over roots, dodging around thorns. He was no wolf, no cat, no four legged beast.

But he could run.

The rabbit had a bad back leg and its jumps were lopsided and short. It swerved to the side, avoiding the pebbled bank of a river, and Hyrule skidded, kicking up dirt as he followed. A rock bit into his ankle, a branch caught his cheek.

Trees opened to wildflowers and the rabbit sprinted, making a break for the other side of the clearing and the long shadows that would hide its marble coat.

Magic curled like a snake.

Hyrule used a rock to propel himself into the air, diving forward with his hands outstretched.

Fingers snatched plush fur and the rabbit squealed as he landed on top of it.

“Gotcha!”

The rabbit slipped from his fingers and he scrambled up, blinking owlishly, looking down.

Thick, black smoke swirled around his hands, met his eyes, and slammed into his face. It snuck into his nose, in his mouth, burning across his tongue and sinuses. He gagged and choked and clawed at his cheeks and lips.

Hands wrapped around his waist, hoisted him up. Hyrule kicked out but met nothing. A shoulder dug into his stomach, a hand was on his back. Branches caught on his tunic, trying to tug him off the shoulder he was slung over as the figure holding him jerked and bumped and ran—

Please, his lungs shivered, trying desperately to inflate. Please.

Something brushed over his spine and he was grabbed, again. Held, again.

Flung outwards into nothing.

There was a moment of breathless silence, where all he could hear was the roar of blood in his ears.

And then he hit something cold.

Water rushed over his head and Hyrule twisted underneath a current. He scrambled, panic sinking jagged teeth into his chest. He could die with hands wrapped around his throat or with smoke in his lungs but not water, please not water—

The acidic burning in his nose and mouth were swept away by the river. The pain faded and his eyes could open, seeing nothing but a mosaic of lights and Hyrule clawed at the liquid, kicked at the bottom.

A hand caught his wrist, tugging him back towards the surface.

Hyrule scrambled at small rocks, forcing himself onto his hands and knees. The river swirled around his thighs and over his boots in a gentle rhythm.

He stayed there, panting and staring down at the muddled reflection of his eyes—brown, he realized.

There was a figure beside him in blue and orange. He flinched away from the small splashes that dotted across his face as they moved.

“What the fuck, Sky?!”

“There was smoke coming out of him!”

“So you just tossed him in the river?!”

“Worked didn’t it?”

They were both soaked. Huh. Hyrule breathed in. Breathed out.

Wind was still half in the river, his hand on Hyrule’s back, rubbing soothing circles between his shoulder blades. His hand was warm. Still on the bank, palms lifted in a sign of surrender, stood Sky. There were thin cuts along his cheeks, some dirt across his tunic.

Hyrule wasn’t looking at him.

“Interesting,” a man said behind Sky. His face was many things. Too many things. The eyes kept changing from happy to sad. There were frown lines, laugh lines, big ears and small ears.

Sniffing, Hyrule wiped his nose. He coughed up a bit more water. It was better than the smoke, but not by much.

He blinked and the man was gone.

“Come on,” Wind ducked beneath Hyrule’s arm, hauling him out of the water. “Let’s get back to the others.”

He stumbled, slipping on the rocks. “I—what?”

Sky got under his other arm. “We were hoping to ask you that,” he said, draping his white cloak over Hyrule’s shoulders when he shivered. “You just took off.”

“There—” His whole body hurt. Hyrule groaned. “There was a rabbit—”

“I mean, I’m not really one to question people’s bad decisions,” Wind said, leaning against him. “But I don’t think that a rabbit is on the top list of priorities at the moment.”

Hyrule sniffed. He couldn’t smell anything other than charcoal and mud. “It was there,” he fumbled a bit, feet managing to steady before he pulled his friends to the forest floor with him. “And it was...” Wrong was the best word, but his voice trailed off.

There was a woman standing in their way, her brown hair curled and pulled back from her face, sweat dripping down her chin. Mud and blood were splattered across her front and a bite wound from a rabbit on her wrist was leaking smoke.

“You,” she said, looking at Hyrule. “What is wrong with you?”

#Linked Universe #Lu hyrule #lu legend #lu sky #i think those were the biggest ones #fabulist tales

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The Tenno holds no memory of who or what suggested he pay Cetus a visit. Were he the sort to gamble, he may have begrudgingly placed his credits upon the Lotus, who remains ever eager to tug his strings one way or another across the stars. The particulars of this memory escape him, as so many others do, and it is only when he is attending to his weapons in orbit of Venus does the thought of passing nearby Earth even occur to him.

Conferring with Ordis confirms that his docket, nebulous as it has been these past days, could certainly allow him a detour from wherever it is duty takes him next. The Tenno considers it while he oils the barrel of the Vectis he's taken to lately. Slowly, slowly, his ship crosses into Venusian night.

New Loka can wait. The thought of dealing with the Perrin Sequence agitates him more than he thinks he can bear. Of the Red Veil, he remains uncertain and uneager for rendezvous, overdue as it may be. So, the matter is settled.

"Set a course," the Tenno says aloud in a ship near silent as a grave, and he prepares himself for planetfall.

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The very last thing he takes note of is the smell of it all.

Fondness for Earth is more instinct than anything. It is the home he cannot fully recall, the mother he knows only through hearsay and missives and histories available to him only by other accounts. Its atmosphere is bruised with toxins yet to heal, ugly whorls that, he is told, once existed only in cautionary tales well before planetary invasion was ever a possibility. That the planet is now infested by Grineer boils something deep within the Tenno, hateful without truly knowing why. This, too, is an instinct so deep it may as well be primal, and as the orbiter peels beneath atmosphere and crosses before the face of a singular, tremendous tower of suspiciously Orokin design, he prepares himself for the worst.

He hears the ocean before he disembarks. He hears other things, too: the barking of people from across the settlement, the shriek and laughter unmistakably belonging to children no older than he himself once was before the Void cracked he and so many others open. The Saryn he commands this day, jet black and indomitable in combat, barely makes it off the landing pier before he is rushed by young faces - young human faces, who babble excitedly at him in a language he does not recognize. And when they are chased off, herded by an older woman built like a barrel, thick in the middle with arms that look as though they could bend steel, the Tenno can only stare. Dark smears of blue enshroud bright, steely eyes, as well as a brow the Tenno only belatedly realized is arched, unimpressed.

She lifts a meaty, beckoning hand, and then she is gone, swallowed by the course of natives and travelers both that pour into Cetus.

Outside his consciousness, the Tenno hears Ordis chirp, "Oh, doesn't this seem like fun?"

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The sight of other Tenno has long since ceased to fill him with wonder. Not that it really ever did after the first few encounters: the novelty of their misfortune and the realization that it is shared lost its luster quickly enough, and when he crosses them in the field or upon the relays, he himself tends to keep his distance.

Here, they are impossible to avoid. It is a far cry from the clinical cleanliness of the relays, with their broad bulkheads and pristine corridors. Here, the ocean itself is drowned out by more chatter than the Tenno can remember hearing in his life; here, the narrow passages between tables and stalls and craftsmen hunkered down on small, rough-spun rugs are teeming with Warframes and people alike. Someone cries out about knives and dashes of viridian, cerulean, the colors to make the eyes of a lover shine bright and brilliant. Another hoists a sliver of some sort of flesh for the Tenno to presumably appreciate, though the color of it is immediately off putting. People in bloodied aprons cry over people with sharp blades, and then the people with pottery and stoneware and small jeweled keepsakes join in the cacophony, loud as seabirds, louder than the sea itself.

It is alive in a way the Tenno cannot immediately parse. This small settlement persists at the very edge of a world that, for all the galaxy knows, no longer welcomes them. Yet still they smile and laugh and raise their hands to greet the metal-and-curse beings that mill amongst them, weapons of war with weapons of war strapped to their spines. Yet still they live.

It is unlike anything he can remember. It is too noisy and too wet and there is a smell, he realizes, of salt and animal blood and sweat and strange fruits and hearth-fire, a bouquet so strong compared to the sanitized and recycled nothing of his vessel that he genuinely fears it will imprint upon and stain his senses permanently, that anything and everything forever more shall be overpowered by the smell of Cetus.

Another Tenno, cloaked in the form of a Rhino, gently buffets him aside. He tracks their form to a narrow stall near the center of the thickest part of the markets, where a young human is masked in the crude but unmistakable affectation of a Trinity. Behind them, rows of other masks are loosely hung upon a rack, where the Tenno can recognize Volts and Mags and something else, bulbous about the brow like some deep sea fish. The Rhino gestures, says something the Tenno cannot hear, something that makes the young stall-keeper laugh bright and loud and shameless.

There are worse smells, the Tenno decides then, watching small, delicate things pass between hands both living and false. The Rhino holds a Volt mask with care, as though it were still a living thing and not just carved from formerly living things. There are worse smells, the Tenno decides, than salt and sea and life.

#warframe oc #warframe rp #warframe fic #writing #i don't know what to tag this lol i am falling back in love with warframe and i want to write about it #when last i played plains of eidolon was still pretty new and i was so overwhelmed by it that i never could really get into it at all...#it's still a little overwhelming all these years later but i've been taking it slow now that i'm mostly playing solo #i gotta learn how to take down eidolons! i gotta get arcanes! i want to build a zaw!#but i also want to absorb the world better. i'd always wanted my guy to be... you know. a guy! so i guess that'll be fun for me #i have to slowly catch up on the story stuff.... so much has happened i'm sure #but i'm weirdly excited. anyway sorry i like to talk in tags LOL

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2023 Game of the Year Countdown #9 Pokemon Scarlet Nintendo Switch, 2023

I am slightly reluctant to rate this game as highly as I do, but I realized something important: that reluctance is firmly aimed at the executives that rushed this game to market, not those who worked hard to make the game what it is. So let me get to what succeeds and what fails about this game, and wow do I have a lot to say. Let’s start with the bad.

We all know how poorly this game runs. Animations of characters, Pokemon, and the environment beyond the area immediately surrounding you runs at single digit frames per second. It’s actually shocking to see something like this on a modern console, especially when nothing appears to be overloading the game from a graphics standpoint. I’ve seen claims that the game is constantly animating an entire globe of ocean, even when you’re nowhere near the water, nor able to see it, which would obviously slow down the game. But it also is baffling because what could possibly be the point of that? As someone who doesn’t really care about graphics or FPS, you really have to screw things up for me to take notice and have an issue with it. But it’s egregious and unavoidable. You’ll run into issues within the first 20 minutes of playing the game.

While it’s nice to finally have an open world in Pokemon, the cities and towns suffer massively from being literal facades. We don’t need to be able to go inside every single building, but there are almost zero buildings you can actually enter at all. Shops are just menus. Most buildings are just for looks. It makes the towns and cities feel empty and pointless, with little character or substance. Sure, some have interesting colors or designs, but there’s often just nothing to do in any of them. That’s not to say that the old games were the epitome of perfection; Viridian City has very little to do, for example. But, there’s something to be said for having a few houses with NPCs or something. Most NPCs just have generic lines or you can’t even talk to them at all.

Speaking of NPCs, the trainers spread throughout the land feel really weird. It’s like someone literally placed them at random. I stumbled upon some of them in the middle of nowhere. It would have been nice to see them clustered around natural formations or crossroads. There also aren’t very many of them. I found myself forgetting that other trainers even existed at times.

One very odd thing about Scarlet is that you can’t re-challenge the Elite Four once you’ve beaten them. This seems supremely odd, as you’ve always been able to challenge them again. Usually, they even have improved teams. There is no Battle Tower, either. Instead, you do get a fairly fun Academy Ace Tournament, but it feels lacking when you look at what else there could have been. It would have been nice to have something akin to Pokemon Stadium, with multiple Cups representing a sort of progression of skill. Another missed opportunity.

My last gripe is something I’ve been disappointed with for many years and multiple generations: battle gimmicks. First it was Mega Evolution, then Dynamaxing, and now Terastallization. Z Moves I was actually okay with because it felt like finally having a game version of when Ash tells Pikachu to like…do a backflip while using Iron Tail for extra damage or something. You can also only do it once per battle, so it felt quite a bit less impactful. The rest are all really dumb, in my opinion. They make the entire metagame focus on the new gimmick that won’t stick around and shifts focus from just the actual Pokemon and their moves and type advantages and Idk just…regular battling. I’ve been so annoyed with these gimmicks and constantly let down each and every time we get a new generation because they’re obsessed with this nonsense.

Ok, that’s about the end of my complaints. I got a bit ranty on that last one! I do enjoy quite a few things about this game, however.

As some know, I speak Spanish and lived in Spain for a short time while in college. It was a highlight of my life and my friends will never hear the end of stories that start with “when I was in Spain.” So to have a region based on Spain was something that hyped me up so much for this game.

I really appreciate the art direction and design of the region of Paldea. The eye-catching mosaics found throughout the region reflect things like Gaudi’s benches in Barcelona, and are bright in color. Buildings often share similar architecture to real buildings and cities in Spain, with the most prominent being the Sagrada Familia and the Pokemon Academy, but many others are also apparent, if not specifically, than in general style. I really loved walking the streets of the different towns because many reminded me of my time in Spain. Windmills are all over one mountain, designed to resemble those from Don Quijote, but also reminded me of a few clusters of modern windmills found on a chain of mountains on the highway near Burgos. It’s clear the designers did a lot of homework.

Beyond just the architecture, the geography of Paldea was also very reminiscent of Spain, especially the areas around Cortondo. I spent most of my leisure time in the game in and around this town. The olive groves, high sun overhead, the bounding Mareeps, and slowly floating Hoppips in the area are essentially my Pokemon heaven. Give me some queso manchego and a good tempranillo and I’d never leave.

It’s moments like these that remind me of the good parts of the game. The Hoppip that float leisurely by, and the fluffy little Mareep that get curious about you, coming close to inspect you and then lightly bouncing around you are just two examples of the sort of life that the animators and artists breathed into Paldea and I think it would be rude to ignore them. Pokemon has always been about the moments we create and the importance we derive from those moments. For some, it’s surviving with 1 HP in a key gym battle. For others, it’s catching a shiny with the last Poke Ball. For me, it has become just enjoying the scenery with my favorite Pokemon.

Character designs are also a high point, and one of the things Pokemon has consistently delivered on. We’ve had fantastic designs for a long time, even when the overall games themselves might be a bit lackluster. Caty, being a bug type gym leader, has hair that resembles spun silk. Levincia is as annoying as you’d expect from a high-energy streamer. I just like seeing so many unique characters in games, and they all stand out in their own ways. The Pokemon are also generally well designed this generation, something that I don’t often say. We finally get a dolphin Pokemon, and then they screw it up by making it a lame superhero, but that’s one of the few I actively dislike. Smoliv is great and I would die for Lechonk.

Area Zero is a really fun postgame adventure, although it’s a bit short. I like how the music adds a bit of wonder and mystery to it all, and the addition of tons of high level Pokemon reminds me a bit of Cerulean Cave from Kanto. I was also partial to the fact that the first group of Pokemon I encountered asked me for a Pepsi.

The sound design is another success of the game, with plenty of solid music throughout. I especially enjoyed Nemona’s themes and the Pokemon Ace Academy theme is quite possibly the greatest and most fitting battle tune in the history of Pokemon. I once called Marnie’s theme my favorite, but this might rival it. I can’t think of a better example of combining big battle pressure with big friendly competition. It has high energy, but also feels grand in scale without heaping pressure on you like other great battle tunes do. Can’t say I’m a big fan of Ed Sheeran, though.

Overall, I enjoyed my time with Scarlet, perhaps leaning a bit heavily on the Spanish inspiration and my own nostalgia to reach that conclusion. But, I also desperately wish that Pokemon would just slow it down. Release a game that works and feels complete, but that doesn’t burn your employees out. We typically see 6-7 years between Zelda titles, but Pokemon has been on a 2-3 year schedule for quite a while now.

#game of the year #goty #countdown #pokemon #scarlet #violet #nintendo #switch

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