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okay this is a lore post about Tales From Conant and a side character that might not even appear that much in the final draft. 

Hlini is one of the three main People (as opposed to humanoids) groups in Acaev. He’s a Fae, which means at least some of his family are from Faebard, the reclusive island southeast of the main continent. 

Hlini grew up in Northern Conant, however, and grew up in a… not great way. As you might have noticed, he wears bandages over one of his eyes. That’s because as a child one of his eyes was taken out by the main villain of TFC(tales from Conant) and now she uses it as a magical object to improve her sight. Hlini, naturally, is not extremely pleased by this. 

So he, as someone from a family of Witnesses, decides to witness her death. Hlini will follow this woman, who hates his kind and others, to the end of her life. After that, he will retrieve his eye and he will be freed. 

the guy he’s clasping hands with is MacLucas, another person who Julia has harmed greatly. 

#oooogh a guy! #very intriguing #and a neat design as well

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It's now been approximately five days seventeen hours and four minutes since I finished the great ace attorney chronicles as I'm writing this, and for that entire time nothing I've been able to do has been able to get it out of my head. Right now I'm laying here on my bedroom floor and I happen to be particularly stuck on the themes that are prevalent throughout the games, and how exactly they so meaningfully portray them. And man is it such a silly couple of games, full of fun vibrant characters and goofy hijinks, but truly it does know how to ultimately deliver the messages it wants to deliver and the ideas behind it all. Man am I feeling like these games have destroyed me.

The Great Ace Attorney is a duology of games about resolve first and foremost. That willingness to keep going even as everything falls down around you, that eternal struggle born from caring far too much to give up. It hurts so bad as Ryunosuke again and again fights tirelessly for the truth behind a case, beating back seemingly impossible odds and creating arguments from practically nothing, simply because he cares too much not to. He needs so desperately to understand the truth behind a situation, to get his clients of the hook as he feels they deserve.

The Great Ace Attorney is a game about the tireless search for the truth and the nuances behind every situation, the fact that any small fact is never too small to be relevant and that, at the end of the day, there is little more important than integrity in being honest to both yourself and to other people. Always Ryunosuke is never willing to settle for anything but the truth. Even as his client is freed he keeps digging, he brings to the surface and thoroughly scrutinizes every little piece of information, fighting until the bitter end where he's confident that he's uncovered the full truth of the situation, no matter how unpleasant it may be.

The Great Ace Attorney is a game about justice in every sense of the word, in all its countless interpretations. The game shows you character after character who does what they presume is just in their own different ways. And time and time again you ponder whether what these people are doing is true justice. You along with the characters ponder just what justice means, and whether it's worth the price it takes. You see characters who use the law as a means to enact what they view to be justice, you see characters taking justice up in their own hands and carrying it about personally to their own definitions, and you see characters who combine these two approaches in so many ways to define and carry out what they seem to be true and just in their own ways. It poses again and again the question of what justice is, what it means to be a lawyer and what your priorities should be working as one through its characters in a way that feels incredibly rewarding and true to who the characters are.

The Great Ace Attorney is a game about family and support systems, about the strength that comes from having an unwavering presence by your side, people behind you who you know, despite what grievances you carry with them, will be there for you time and time again when things go awry, who would always grab a shovel (or spade, of course) and help without question to dig you out of whatever hole you found yourself in this time. It's about love and families of choice and how they mean just as much as any other kind of family, about how dynamics and relationships don't have to follow the typical outline to be important and meaningful, and all the different ways people can learn to appreciate and love the presence of other people and as a result become inspired to grow.

Maybe I've gone too deep into this. Maybe I've been thinking about it too much. But man do I feel like I could talk forever about all of these characters and the journeys they have and all the silly little bits and how everything in these games feels like it just falls into place. I love all the details and all the characters and just the pure level of love which seems to go into making these games. Ace attorney is such a goofy game series but it's so incredibly important. Who knew a game about gay lawyers would have some of the best characters I've ever met in any piece of media ever. And I feel like the great ace attorney is truly the pinnacle of that, in a way. Man. I love these games. Play them.

#tgaa #the great ace attorney #the great ace attorney chronicles #dgs #dai gyakuten saiban #i love these games can you tell #i only end up wishing there was more #maybe ill write some stuff #im definitely going to write some stuff

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I open the freezer and the Past slides out like the cool air does. 

It hits the ground hard and fast, 

Scrambling up my leg and into the sleeve of my sweatshirt

Before I can swat it away. 

It bites down, hard, on my shoulder, 

And slips into my bloodstream, up to my brain. 

This is the same brand of ice cream 

As me and a now nameless girl ate

Hiding from her mom in the playroom, 

Filling ourselves silly on chocolate gelato

Giggling like little kids do. 

I ran into her so easily

Helped her up after she fell from her bike– 

I’d never be able to make friends like that now. 

Hello, the little bruises that are littered

On my legs

Not from any particular activity, 

I remember when my shins were always mottled purple

Because I would run and jump at my parents’ bed, 

Hitting them against the board that acted as part of the base. 

I don’t miss the sting

But I miss the simplicity. 

The coffee ice cream isn’t something I would have enjoyed as a kid

I was a mint chip kind of guy 

One to play in his room

By himself

With barbie and lalaloopsy and lego, 

Running routines, 

Wake up, eat, go to school, come back and eat again, have a bit of fun, then to bed again. 

My american girl dolls went through this too 

I tucked them in tight

Told them not to let the bedbugs bite 

Just as my parents did as they kissed my forehead 

And tucked me in for the night. 

I’d climb up on my dresser

Tucked in my security blanket, 

The one I still sleep under, 

And I’d imagine I was in a boarding school,

That I was a student far away. 

Oh, 

Nameless girl and the others, 

The ones who tucked me under their wing

And kept me on despite my oddities– 

I remember running around with you all in the fields

Playing as though we were wolves, faeries, 

And all the other things. 

(It turns out I was the fairy, after all, 

Those two brown haired girls held my heart in their hands and never even knew it

And neither did I, at the time.) 

So I sit at the kitchen table 

And eat my coffee ice cream 

Thinking of those girls 

Who were my friends when I was younger

Do they sit and eat ice cream

And think about me?

-Aiden Hill 2022

#ohhhh man #oh boy #oh I love poetry #this is so well done. legitimately #it made me Feel Things

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Shoutout to autistic and adhd people whose special interests/hyperfixations aren't media-related. "autism is about writing fanfics about your blorbo scrunklies XDD" actually autism is about collecting miniature world war 1 airplane models

#oh my god definitely #dogs. i was obsessed with dogs #and horses #and the black death #and european mens fashion in the 1700s #rocks. #the specific process of unearthing fossils #all of these lasted for at least a month

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#splatoon 3 #its them!!

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#splatoon #my favorite thing about this is it doesnt specify

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everyone SHUT UP.

it's time for UNOWN DANCE PARTY.

#SHSHSHSHSH #its time #look at those funky guys go #look at them move

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oh splatfest posts how i missed you

#SPLATOON #im so excited

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hck

#heehheheheh #i love them dearly #legitimately what little weve seen of their dynamic is So much fun #im hyped for more #splatoon

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smacks her forehead (lovingly)

#oughighufh i love her

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For years before

I cut my hair

And decided that I was going to wear things

That came from the right sections, 

I was afraid of the camera. 

I turned away as soon as I saw phones being pulled out

Or that old digital camera

My mom kept even after it broke. 

Books rose up to hide my face

Or I used my hair as a shield. 

Well, no longer, I eventually said, 

Shedding fear and my hair and a few of my layers. 

It was nice to come out and feel like a human again. 

Still, though, 

I was afraid of the photos from before. It didn’t feel like me. I didn’t recognize it. 

But it was me, in the end, 

Hidden behind

The long hair and the large jackets

The books held up to hide my face

And the beanie I wore

Before my hair was shorn.

I’d like to think that all my fellows can come to a time

When they have grown up and grown Out

In terms of becoming

Like butterflies emerging from their chrysalis

They come to a point in the road

Where those old photos are merely memories tucked away, 

To be brought out and remembered, 

Just as we remember our first bike and our first win and etcetera. 

It’s still me in those photos, 

Behind the book or the screen. It was always me, even before I knew that I wanted to hide what I would become and discard. 

It’s only the caterpillar, a chrysalis, 

How can I be mad at it for not being a butterfly yet? 

I reached a point in which 

I could not move forward without bravery

Correction, loud and verbal, 

I was myself once more. 

There was no book. My arms were bare. 

It is nice to feel alive again

Not smothered, 

I’m not an old photo, but I can still miss

Simple childhood days, 

It’s okay, it’s okay, 

I can hold those photos and still be me.

-me lol

#dudeeee those last couple lines #I am always a poetry appreciator #the day I don't read whatever you write is the day I'm a dead man

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:)

Wow, I've got a Tumblr now! What better way to start whatever this experience is going to be off than a meet the artist thing.

#meet the artist #art?? I guess #this was surprisingly fun to do