#Archaic-fr

[greyknight-fr]

Lyr | Kaith | Nivis | Snikt | Jhudora | Sigra All of these dragons have full-length lore & completed bios!! 

Shout out to @archaic-fr for the awesome bios templates! @ A @!!

#Lore #Personal #Flight rising #FR #Dragons #Gaoler #aberration #Banescale #veilspun #ancient breeds #Archaic-fr #Bio templates

[hopecomesbacktolife]

gaaay

-from jrr tolkien’s translation of sir gawain and the green knight

#book quotes #sir gawain and the green knight #sir gawain #tolkien #tolkien sir gawain #gawain more like ga(y)wain amirite #(I know about chivalrous culture and archaic court honor etc etc etc btw but like. really. really. come on. it’s gay) #how one could ever read ‘as long and deliciously as he could lay upon him’ (referring to kissing him) and not see a little fruity undertone #a mystery tbh #they fr made a bet to share their day’s winnings which means Gawain is also kissing him upon returning home for like the third day in a row #it’s. sure something #personal #currently reading

[archaicden]

OHHHHH I WISH I COULD GO THERE

wwww I wish that too 😭😭😭🫶 I love meeting people

#WAYGHGHH #come here next year fr #anonymous #ask the archaic

[dramarising-replacement]

im so annoyed about the state of the skins and accent submissions. I recently put in like a huge order of accents that has taken so long to arrive and its making me so annoyed. You would think umas being one of if not the biggest money maker on fr they would prioritize it better and make it so that the people making them all that money through gem sales would have a better experience doing so.

In the Skins And Accents Problems thread I've recently seen: Someone's order straight up got lost/skipped over! (LITERALLY HOW) Someone's skin that was altered by a mod and said 'this should pass' was then denied! (Congrats you gave your own system an autoimmune disorder) Someone else had their OC uma denied because 'it looks too close to copyright' meanwhile a literal overwatch skin passed into the festival contest several months back (not to mention the number of Barely Different nintendo ip umas we have on site)

and thats JUST from the last few days.

We're constantly having orders lost, constantly having accents applied to the wrong breed or pose, sometimes shit gets shifted?? Idk HOW that even happens. It's just so frustrating, and all of this is done through snail mail so if it DOES get denied multiple times you're waiting at least a month to get your shit back. They mentioned they were finally doing something about updating it, and the features look nice, but I just don't understand why it feels like the team doesnt even talk to each other regarding umas processing. I get its all subjective but Christ this entire process is nightmarish and archaic.

i just needed to vent about all of this

(again, this isn't me going 'why cant the two ppl working the umas section work harder' this is me going 'why the hell are there only two ppl working the umas section. why is everything manual? why is NOTHING automated except the garbage receipt that doesnt even tell you WHAT you ordered, just that you ordered Something. No blueprint receipt, no name, no breed/pose stated, just the order number. Garbage. Why is everything so subjective they cant even agree between mods? etc etc')

#Rant #Flight Rising #Art #Long post

[gubbles-owo]

Going off the thirstpost on the subject i made the other day, I wanted to highlight just how much I love matoi's jp va. Here's a bunch of select lines that I think showcase her character and voice super well

Matoimaru is such a strong and loveable dork, I can't help but adore her. Perhaps an odd thing to admire, but I really love the aggressive compression settings they dialed in to balance the dynamics of her recorded lines. Listen at 1:34, "Taichou yare datte?" Those consonants, especially "da-te", jab outwards in this incredibly pleasing way. Whether she's yelling full force or softening up to her own level of calm, Matoi always speaks her mind with sincerity. Also the rolled "r" on her battle 3 line (1:48) ouhg augh it's so good I noticed that she refers to herself with "wagahai" in pretty much all of her lines, so as someone who does not speak Japanese with any level of fluency whatsoever I did a bit of digging to investigate:

So "wagahai" here either gives off a bit of arrogance, or a rather archaic term for a plural we/us. And you know what? Either of these interpretations work beautifully. And both are masc leaning!! And while this one is a bit harder to pin down specific meanings of, Matoi also adds "ze" to the end of her statements fairly often:

Always adding a touch of force, emphasis, or even threat to her sentences feels so goddamn in character for her. Notice, also masc leaning!! My jp "knowledge" is mostly limited to exposure from anime, games, and asmr lmao. But I'm real curious for someone who knows better than me to break down Matoi's mannerisms of speech, because as limited as these lines are, I think there's a lot of character packed in 'em!! anyway fr that tongue click tho,,

#she deserves more love #and while a wet rag would be more adept at sports i would still join her soccer team #and arrange flowers with her #MATOI ARRANGING A BOUQUET OF VIOLETS WITH MANTICORE. IS THIS ANYTHING TO YOU. #matoimaru #arknights

[judithan-fr]

I think there must be a devil or something sitting on undel's shoulder for all the shit on FR that keeps getting altered without any warning and without anyone actually liking it. What happened to the days of the polling for "which tapir do u guys like best" and shit like that. No one is asking for these updates and they're actively harmful to players, heaven forbid they start fucking with gem genes. (I think that falls under some kind of fraud protection, you can't retroactively change a product someone got into something they didn't agree to purchase)

I think I'm gonna stop making new accents or even printing my existing ones until the new accent system is up because I can't stand dealing with the worst most archaic system known to man while they waste their manpower on... Ruining genes, and making invisible apparel.

#flight rising #im so frustrated

[deathlessathanasia]

It's so funny (and annoying) seeing people associate Artemis with the moon and Apollo with the sun. Like, people? That's Roman gods Diana and Apollo.

As far as I know Apollo was associated only with the light in Greek mythology but not with the sun, right? That was Helios. And of course Artemis had nothing to do with the moon.

I can see what you mean. It is particularly annoying when "god of the sun/goddess of the moon" are used as their primary identifications, and one of my biggest pet peeves in Trojan War retellings is the characters calling the sun Apollo. It's so anachronistic please stop.

That said, while this idea doesn't really seem to be attested in the Archaic period, the association between these two gods and the sun and moon apparently existed in Classical Greece. To quote Timothy Gantz's Early Greek Myth: A Guide to Literary and Artistic Sources:

„Whatever his other early interests, no source prior to the fifth century ever calls (Apollo) the sun (the latter is always Helios or Hyperion). Parmenides and Empedokles may have done so, if a late source can be trusted, but seemingly in the context of philosophic structures that found physical equivalents for many of the gods. Eventually, and for perhaps the same reasons, the idea also surfaces in Orphic texts. But the first sure literary identification of Apollo with the sun occurs no earlier than Euripides, in a fragment of his lost Phaethon (fr 781.10-12 N2), and we cannot tell from the text whether the innovation is his or something previously in circulation. Earlier in the century there are admittedly some suspect moments in Aischylos on this point: we have seen that the playwright probably does link the moon with Artemis (fr 170 R), and his Hiketides (212–14) has been thought by some to call the rays of the sun Apollo. In addition, the same poet's lost Bassarides may have contained a reference to the dismemberment of Orpheus by those women, who we are told were sent by Dionysos because Orpheus ignored him and worshipped only Helios, whom he called Apollo (p. 138 R).

I must confess that I am skeptical of most of this evidence: the tale of Orpheus comes from Ps-Eratosthenes, who cites Aischylos for one brief point near the end of the story, suggesting that the rest of the account (including Helios/Apollo) derives from other sources (Katast 24). 37 As for the Hiketides, the link between Apollo and the sun there is achieved largely by emendation of an (admittedly corrupt) text that originally implied just the opposite. 38 And while different plays are entitled to different views, we should note that in the Choephoroi Helios is addressed by Orestes in a way that emphasizes his separation from Apollo (Cho 984-86). Still, there is the reference to Artemis as the moon, if we have read the fragment correctly. Whenever the connection between god and sun was made, it was surely fostered by Apollo's title of Phoibos, used so often by Homer and the Hymn to Apollo (with or without Apollo added), and meaning (or thought to mean) "shining." But on balance we should probably conclude that the myths of the Archaic period (virtually) always made Helios and Apollo two separate figures; they are never confused in early art.”

In the Iliad scholia, the Theomachy from Books 20-21 is interpreted allegorically and Artemis is said to represent the moon (Hera the air, Hermes reason, etc, and possibly Theagenes of Rhegium (6th century BCE) is responsible for this idea. I can't confirm though whether or not he was cited as a source in the scholia, I'll need to look more into this. Artemis is clearly associated with the moon by Greek authors dating from the Roman period (ex. Plutarch), but her identification with the moon goddess Diana most probably explains why.

Personally I don't refer to Artemis as the goddess of the moon or Apollo the god of the sun, let alone as the actual moon or sun.

#ask #apollo #apollon #artemis

[sterekorgtfo]

Disclaimer: This poll is just for fun, shits, giggles, and like. Poll may have some archaic unscientific fanfictiony viewpoints on buttginity and anal tightness. And if you choose option 7 I personally hope your crops wither but I respect your right to have bad opinions.

#bucktommy #evan buckley #tommy kinard #evan buck buckley

[jtargaryen18]

Scenting Their Prey

Scenting Their Prey

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Words: 4.5k

Story Rating: Explicit, 18+ only

Warnings: Kidnapping, captivity, drugging, explicit sex, non-con, dub-con, oral (fr), A/B/O dynamics.

Relationships: Alpha!Tony Stark x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader

Summary: As an Omega, you had control of your life and your choices. Until you didn't...

A/N: This is for @ironlady1993's I love you 3000 Challenge and it's VERY late. I'm so sorry. The next and final part will post this week. Bucky's turn. Thank you so much!🙏

Tags are a mess. If you aren't tagged, it's not intentional. I'm working on another way to get word out.

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"You're just letting me go?" you asked.

"Wait by the gate," one of the soldiers told you.

He motioned you toward a simple farmer's gate that broke up the barbed wire fence that stretched out as far as the eye could see. That the man stood slightly in front of the others told you he was the leader. All of them dressed in black tactical gear, all holding rifles except for the one who spoke to you. His was slung across his back.

Your heart raced as you timidly did as you were told. You shivered in the chilly autumn breeze.

Beyond that rusted gate was an open field with a forest at its edge. There were no visible guards beyond the gate: just wide-open spaces, freedom.

You swallowed hard. It couldn't be that easy, could it?

When the northern states began invading the southern border of Canada, everyone knew why. Omega birth rates in the US had been dropping for the last twenty-five years, causing the land of the free to resurrect some very archaic restrictions on the few they had. The alpha population, on the other hand, flourished.

But despite all their twisted efforts, very few omegas were born in the US over the last two decades.

It started with a rash of disappearances. It didn't take long for the media to ascertain that every one of those missing young Canadians was an omega. Once the invasions started in small border towns, the politicians got involved. A war between the two nations would be declared at any time.

None of it helped the omegas caught in the crosshairs. Not yet. One by one, the border towns were invaded. The younger omegas were rounded up and taken into custody. The stories were all over social media. The kidnap victims, male and female, were illegally transported into the US and auctioned off to alphas for vast sums of money.

Your town had been invaded. They'd plucked you out of your life along with all the other young omegas in your community, mated and unmated. You were kept in a makeshift prison on the outskirts of town for the last few weeks, kept company by armed guards.

The facility was run like a prison. All of you were fed three meals a day and allowed a daily shower. But there was no communication with the outside world. No television, internet, or smartphones. You got an hour in a community room each evening after dinner. They provided jigsaw puzzles, craft baskets, and a handful of books. All the books were educational, written to educate omegas on what to expect during heat cycles, nesting, mating and bonding, birth, and parenthood.

The writing was on the wall. You were all held captive, deprived of the suppressants most of you took to control your biology. You were all like death row inmates, waiting for the permanent death of your freedom. It was only a matter of time before you found yourself shipped off to America for auction to some unknown wealthy alpha to claim.

That's why you were so confused now.

With your heart flying, you glanced over your shoulder to see another omega from your town standing in the place where you'd been standing before. She looked as confused as you felt. Both of you wearing the camouflage-colored sweatshirts and jeans they handed out this morning. The boots they gave you were too small, squeezing your toes.

You waited by the gate, exhaling a shaky breath.

What was going to happen next?

The leader marched in your direction, stopping in front of you. The man towered over you, his gaze hard. The subtle scent of him told you he was a beta. All of the guards were.

You froze when he pulled out a small pistol. In the blink of an eye, he pressed it to the side of your neck. You flinched when he pulled the trigger, felt a sharp pinch. Then it burned. What had he shot you with?

"I'm going to open the gate," he said meaningfully. "And you're going to run across the field to the woods. If you stop running, you'll be shot."

Oh, shit.

"Once you get to the woods, you're on your own," he went on. "If you can find your way out of those woods, you're free."

Free, huh? You didn't buy it. They wouldn't have invaded your town, taken you captive, and held you for weeks just to let you go. What was going on here?

With an efficiency that was startling, he lifted the latch on the gate and pulled it open.

"Run!" he yelled.

Your body sprang into action despite the thoughts swirling around in your head, despite the burn spreading out from your neck. You sprinted out of the gate, running like hell for the woods to avoid being shot. You were winded by the time you reached the woods. Your activity had been very limited since they took you.

Fear wouldn't allow you to look back. You paused for a beat to catch your breath and then you began wandering the woods. Something told you the offer was too good to be true, that you wouldn't be allowed to just wander out of the woods to freedom. But if there was any chance you could find a way to free yourself...

You scanned the area around you wildly at first. Did you know this place? Was it close to home?

You made your way through the woods, but nothing looked familiar. As the line of trees where you'd entered the forest got farther away, you came to realize how dense and deep these woods were.

You weren't watching where you were going and collided hard with someone. Your heart flew as you stared at another captive from the facility where you'd been kept. Her eyes were wide in alarm.

"Watch it!" she hissed.

"Sorry."

When you started to go about your way, she grabbed you by the sleeve and hauled you back with her behind a huge tree trunk. You looked at her in question.

"They are hunting us," she whispered loud enough for you to hear. "Don't you get it?"

 Hunting?

 "What?" you mouthed.

She leaned close, getting in your ear. "There are alphas hunting us," she said. "It's just a game to them."

You stared at her in horror as you moved back. You didn't miss the perspiration on her brow, her labored breathing. Her scent was strong around both of you. Climbing warmth spread out from your neck to the rest of you. Now that you'd paused, you became aware of it. Your fear escalated as your hand flew up to cover where he'd shot you.

"What did they give us?" you asked.

The other omega glared. "What do you think?"

With horror, you realized what they'd done.

"My heat is coming on fast," she said. "Yours will too. If we stay together, the scents will be too concentrated. They'll find us easily."

You knew she was right, but your heart sank. You'd just found someone else in your situation. It would have been nice to work together, find a way out of the woods.

If you ever did. If you even could.

"Go!" she said, and you started moving.

Even though it was a cool autumn day, you were hot and it was getting worse. Your mind spun as you tried to move quickly but quietly. How many of you were they sending out? How many alphas were looking for the lot of you? What was going to happen?

You struggled to breathe through your nose, to watch where you stepped. There was a chance you'd make it out, right? Could you survive this without being found by some arrogant American alpha? You needed to keep track of your direction. Glancing up in desperation, you were looking for the position of the sun through the canopy of trees.

And that's when you spotted him.

The man perched high up in a tree, dressed in black tactical gear like the soldiers at the facility except one of his sleeves was shiny, threaded with gold. Is that how the alphas are dressed? Brown hair that just touched his shoulders framed his face.The bottom half of that face was concealed by a black mask and steely blue eyes watched you intently above it. Crouching in the tree, you couldn't tell how big he was. You hoped he wasn't fast.

You sprinted away, racing through the forest as fast you could and praying you wouldn't trip and fall. You heard him hit the ground hard. Your heart threatened to beat its way out of your chest as you just kept going, hoping he hurt himself in the fall.

The heavy sounds of his footfalls came up behind you fast. A strong arm grabbed the back of your sweatshirt and swung you around. You were shoved back against a tree hard, knocking the wind from your lungs. The edge of your vision faded to black to see the man in front of you, his blue eyes lit up in determination. He held you to the tree by your neck. When you tried to pry his hand off, you found it was unnaturally hard. It wasn't a shiny sleeve. It was a metal arm.

The man plucked the black mask off his face, dropping it to the ground as he leaned in and pressed his face into your scent glands. He took another whiff of you as you trembled in his grasp. His own scent invaded your senses: deep plum, leather, and winter forest. The scent of him pushed the growing flames burning inside you higher, your thighs clenched together, and moisture flooded your panties. Was it the chemical they gave you to provoke a heat cycle? Would you have reacted to him anyway?

Even so, he was a head taller than you with wide shoulders and long muscular limbs. His intent gaze burned into you as he held you there, struggling in his grip. You jerked as his flesh hand grabbed the waist of your jeans, plucking them open before sliding down into your panties. Your range of movement was limited as he held you by the neck against the tree. No matter how much you twisted and squirmed, you couldn't keep his seeking fingers from sliding through your heated folds on all the slick your body was producing. The slight smile that curved his mouth filled you with dread as he pulled his hand free of your denim.

All you could do was stare when he brought those fingers up to his mouth, his lips and tongue cleaning them. His low hum was a deep sound that you felt in every inch of your body. Some dark intent lit up those dark blue eyes as he focused on you.

But he wasn't saying anything.

In a flash, he threw you over his right shoulder, held in place with his flesh hand. He started moving and your stomach lurched as the woods flew past you at an unnatural speed. Your hands clutched the back of his jacket, the black leather cold under your fingers. You spotted another girl from your confinement, running from another alpha. The omega who told you what happened was further into the woods on her hands and knees, being fucked from behind by the alpha who caught her.

Adrenaline spiked your growing fear. You didn't even try to fight the beast of a man who had you. What was wrong with you?

Planting your hands on his back, you pushed off hard and fast. It worked because you surprised him, landing on the ground with a thump behind him. Pain seared your knees and elbows as you scrambled up. Now if you could be fast enough in getting away.

You dashed off, screaming when another man darted out from behind a tree and caught you in his arms. The one who held you wasn't as tall as the other man, but you could feel the muscular wall of his chest under your fingers as he held onto you. Unlike the first one, he wore a deep burgundy sweater and jeans like he was just walking through the woods. His scent was an intoxicating blend of ash, iron, and molten lava. You fought to breathe, unable to prevent yourself from pressing your face into his neck and taking a deep breath of the alpha's essence.

"Thank you, Barnes," he said, his hold on you tightening. "I'll see you back at the cabin."

Planting your hands on that chest, you tried to push back, to free yourself. This alpha with his perfectly coiffed dark hair, goatee, and deep hazel eyes chuckled as he held onto you with ease.

"Feisty," he said, startling you when he fastened a heavy metal device around your wrists with a speed that was scary. "I like it."

"No." The man behind you growled the word. You felt the heat of him behind you, his scent invaded your senses and went to your head. "She's mine."

The other alpha stiffened against you.

"Ah, no," he said confidently. "She's the one I picked out. I showed you, remember? I realize you're on the edge of a rut, buddy. But this one is mine. Go find your own."

Barnes' low growl sent a spike of fear through you. Would he accept that?

To you, the alpha who cuffed you said, "Start walking. You get more than three feet away from me and those cuffs are going to get very uncomfortable."

What?

You sped up, trying to dash away. Electric pulses sent searing pain up your arms. The pain was so acute, it took your breath away. It momentarily overpowered the biological process they'd artificially induced in you. And that was saying something.

Grabbing your elbow, he urged you to walk along next to him, in no particular hurry. A smirk formed on his handsome face as he pulled you along in the forest. You were afraid of what it might mean. You were so overwhelmed by everything, you cooperated. You didn't want to feel the pain again.

And Barnes couldn’t take you away from him without causing you a lot of pain. He wouldn’t, would he?

The lewd sounds of coupling were all around you, a macabre symphony of domination that pushed your fears higher. They were also making the powerful craving building in your body so much worse. The slick  soaked your panties, your jeans, clinging to you in a sticky mess. Your core was aching, and your thighs were starting to tremble. You hadn't been given bras and the scrape of your sweatshirt against your tight nipples was impossible to ignore.

The one he'd called Barnes wasn't trying to stop you. Was he still back there? Had he gone to find another omega? It was hard to tell over the sounds of coupling and hard to focus on with waves of heat and need pulsing through your body.

As your heart raced and your breath came faster, you saw the edge of the forest ahead. He'd mentioned a cabin to Barnes. Did that mean he didn't intend to claim you in the woods? If you were now going to belong to this alpha, was he sparing you at least that indignation?

A few feet from the break in the trees, the alpha stopped you. Walking around in front of you, his gaze on your plucked-open jeans. His smile widened.

"This will make him insane," he said, reaching in and gripping your panties. They were so wet there wasn't even a rending sound as he ripped them from you, pulling them free of your jeans. Humiliation had you dropping your gaze as he brought them up to his nose. "Fucking perfect."

Why did he want to make Barnes insane?

A low whine escaped you as your pussy lips absorbed the pain of that extraction. Craving more. The alpha's expression held a touch of sympathy.

"Not much farther," he said, dropping your underwear to the forest floor. He's leaving them for the other alpha? Why? A display of dominance? "We'll take good care of you. I promise."

It wasn't lost on you that he said we.

When you emerged from the woods, at a different point than you'd entered them, you saw more armed soldiers. Another drove up in an open black cart, nodding to the alpha as he pulled you toward it.

"Everything has been arranged, Mr. Stark,"

 "Thank you," he muttered.

Helping you in first, he climbed into the driver's seat, and off you went. It was a short drive until you reached what looked like an expensive resort. Yes, all the buildings were styled as rustic log cabins. But as you got closer, you saw that they were upscale and luxurious with huge shimmering windows and other fancy architectural touches that would have been expensive. If you hadn't been cramping so badly, you might have appreciated the sprawling resort.

As it was, you were in a lot of discomfort bordering on pain. By the time he pulled into the garage of the largest cabin you would see, you were shaking. The heat they'd forced on you made you desperate. The scent of him next to you had your mouth watering. You were ready to crawl into the alpha's lap even as your mind was screaming at you to fight and resist.

Reaching over, he freed you from the cuffs. His fingers felt so good as they soothed the flesh marked by the metal. His heated gaze was intent on you.

"They dosed you good, didn't they? Have you ever been through a heat before?" he asked.

“Alone,” you said, tears gathering. Frustration burned your body while your mind was spinning.

“I’m Tony. And I know you don’t think so right now,” he told you, “but you will have a good life with me. Our cubs will have a good life. You won’t want for anything.”

Dropping your head, steeling yourself against the ache, you managed to mutter, “freedom.”

“Freedom?” Tony said, his chuckle was a deep, rich sound. “You haven’t even experienced freedom yet. But you will.”

With impressive speed, he dashed around the cart and scooped you out, carrying you bridal style into the luxurious cabin. Your face pressed into his neck, breathing him in. The heat and strength of him were compelling, had you grinding your thighs together in agony.

The huge bedroom was warm, cozy. The fireplace next to the bed held a bright flame adding its glow to the soft lighting. The bedding looked sumptuous and soft. The extra blankets neatly folded on the bed had your mind spinning, wishing you’d had time in advance to work with those blankets. Get everything just right.

A cart on the other side of the bed, loaded with food. There was a basket of fruit and a small stack of protein bars. There were sweets too with cookies and pastries. The small cooler next to it was filled with ice, bottles of water.

Tony was careful in placing you on the huge bed. Smoothing a hand over your cheek, his eyes were kind. But there was something… some mischief. What was happening? He’d went to all the trouble to pluck you out of the forest.

A quick glance around the room and he sighed. “I think we’re all set.”

You were panting, a hand down in your jeans. You were burning alive from the inside and your desperate fingers on your clit couldn’t bring you relief. Your tears were bitter. Your life was being stolen by an obviously wealthy American alpha. You’d been thrown into heat against your will. Heat swallowed you. Your throat was parched.

Were you even going to survive this?

“Let’s make you more comfortable,” Tony purred, grabbing the hem of your sweatshirt and pulling it over your head. His gaze roamed over your breasts, his smile widening. He lifted a hand, barely touching one tight nipple with his fingertips.

That simple touch pulled a desperate whine from you.

“It’s okay.” That hand slid down over your ribs and darted into your jeans. When his fingers pushed in around yours and found your clit, you thought you were going to explode. You froze, taking in the delicate way he was tracing circles around that tiny bundle of nerves at your center. His lips chained kisses along your neck, the light scratch of his beard made you shiver. “You really are perfect.”

Tony moved to push your jeans down and you were frantic to help him, managing to shed the shoes and socks you wore too. His hands skimmed over your thighs as you did, the rough pads of his fingers making your crazy and surprising you all at once. Why would a wealthy alpha has rough hands?

When you were fully revealed to him, he wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, pulling you into him for a kiss. Every part of your body was on fire, aching. It didn’t speed him up. He took his time, claiming your mouth with a seeking kiss. He enticed you, tasted your lips. When he eased back, you just stared.

“What are you doing?” Your voice sounded desperate to your own ears.

Tony chuckled. “In a weird way, I’m reinstating Prima Nocta.”

You had no idea what that meant, and you didn’t care. Taking you in his arms, he took both of you further up the bed, into the small mountain of pillows at the top. His lips blazed a path over your jaw, down to your chest. When his mouth closed around one of your nipples, it was all you could do not to scream. You choked it back, losing your mind as the tip of his tongue danced around that tight little peak.

“Don’t hold back,” he whispered around it. “I want to hear you.”

You gasped as he moved down your body, his mouth cleaning the slick from the tender flesh of your inner thighs. Your hands shook as your fingers sank into his hair. You parted your legs for him, closer now to getting the relief you needed. When he got his mouth on you, you screamed long and loud. While his tongue strummed your clit with precision when it wasn’t exploring your folds, you were howling wantonly in the quiet of the cabin.

You begged for relief, pleaded for more. The alpha held you open for him easily, humming into your flesh until you thought you’d blow apart. You came the first time just from that vibration. Tony brought you off the second time on his tongue.

Tony lifted from you, pulling the sweater he wore off and revealing a dazzling display of muscles. But there were so many scars, including a nasty looking one right at the center of his chest. You were about to reach out and trace it with a finger, but he caught your chin in his hand and made you meet his gaze.

“Present for me,” he said. Not an order but a sensual request.

And you scrambled to get on all fours for him, facing the pile of pillows at the end of the bed. Tony’s hand caressed your ass, and he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“Let’s turn you around,” he whispered.

Whatever you want. You turned to face the huge picture window at the other end of the huge room. The sun was setting and smearing the sky in vivid red and orange, almost dark. You dropped down to your elbows, whining a little as you did to let him know you were still in need. The two orgasms you already had took the edge off, but everything still hurt.

You’d had a couple of lovers, betas, who you’d been happy with for a time. They’d been good lovers. You’d never been with an alpha. Tony slid easily into your weeping entrance. But the size of him… You gasped as he reached the end of you, your walls trembling to stretch around him. You wondered how it would feel when you weren’t in heat.

At the moment, it was bliss. His hands gripped your hips tightly and he began to move in you, knowing what you needed. His cock pounded into you once he established a rhythm, making you fight to stay in place for him. Your slick walls tried in vain to grip him, the slide tightening the grip lust had on you, spinning your senses.

The first howl you heard was on the edge of your awareness. It might have been Tony. It could have been you. But as Tony fucked you, the heat and lust consumed you. Your fingers clawed at the lavish bedding beneath you while your body craved more. Your heart slammed in your chest, in time with his powerful thrusts. You were panting, whining. By the time you were coming again, sensation overwhelmed you, coursing through your veins.

You dropped your head, a slave to your biology as Tony worked you from behind. You braced for him to reach his release, to knot you.

Yet, even in your chaotic state, you noticed he wasn’t in a frenzy as you were. Tony’s movements and breathing were controlled. His grip was firm but not demanding. While the string of orgasms helped quench the out-of-control flames of your heat, he wasn’t as desperate as you were.

Did he find you lacking? If you didn’t satisfy him, would you be sent back to the woods? The facility where you’d been kept for weeks?

Would they let you live?

Grabbing your hair, Tony pulled your head back up and holding you there. The move put the picture window in your view. The sun was sinking beneath the horizon and its dying rays offered enough light to see his shadow outside the window.

You saw the silhouette of the first alpha who caught you and it both terrified and excited you.

When his metal hand struck the window, cracking the glass beneath his fist, you came hard.

“Fuck yeah,” Tony growled behind you.

The world spun for you and Tony released your hair. His grip on your hips was iron-hard, almost hurt. Tony doubled down then, coming inside you as the echoes of your release went on and on until everything went black.

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#Scenting Their Prey #A/B/O #Tony Stark #Bucky Barnes #Alpha!Tony Stark #Alpha!Bucky Barnes #Omega!Reader #Soft/dark fic

[nimrook-fr]

Commission for Archaic on FR!

#my art #fr art #my commissions

[eucanthos]

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Greek Archaic Plagona doll: Poupée à bras et jambes articulés, les mains tenant des crotales, 4th c. BC. Credit: Photo Hervé Lewandowski. Musée du Louvre

Around  450–440 BC, a more sophisticated type of doll appeared in Athens, in which the legs were articulated not at the hips but at the knees. Dolls made during the Hellenistic and Roman periods have dresses or skirts that conceal the joint for the movable legs. Though large numbers of dolls come from the tombs of little girls, they have also been found in sanctuaries, where young girls would dedicate them to Artemis on the eve of their marriage.

History of Dolls

Archaeological evidence places dolls as the foremost candidate for the oldest known toy. Wooden paddle dolls have been found in Egyptian tombs dating to as early as the 21st c. BC. Greek Archaic dolls with movable limbs and removable clothing date back to at least 500 BC.

https://art.rmngp.fr/fr/library/artworks/poupee-a-bras-et-jambes-articules-les-mains-tenant-des-crotales_terre-cuite_sculpture-technique

http://www.historyofdolls.com/

#Doll #ceramic #body parts #toys #symbol #history #Athens #gr #puppet #child #funerary #marriage

[rxttenfish]

i saw this thread and wanted to quickly save it over here

IMAGE ID: A series of tweets by Dr. Roel Konijnendijk (Roelkonijn)

Yesterday my thread about ancient warriors' bodies was RT'ed w/ fairly reasonable criticism. Since then I have been inundated with abuse from literal fascists for daring to challenge their ideas about ancient Greece.

For any adults in the room here are the receipts

Ancient Greek men obv. admired strength, venerated athletes & praised those who trained their bodies. But since the Archaic period there was tension between the needs of games and war. Athletes overspecialised & lost touch with practicality; they neglected what really mattered.

As the Spartan poet Tyrtaios says (fr. 12): "I would not mention or take account of a man for his prowess in running or wrestling, not even if he had the size and strength of the Cyclopes (...) For no man is good in war unless he can endure the sight of bloody slaughter..."

"...this is excellence; this is the finest prize for a young man to win." Similarly Archilochos (fr. 114) does not like the well-groomed and sculpted rich man as commander, but "one who is short and bandy-legged, stands firmly on his feet, and is full of courage."

This is a constant. Euripides' lost Autolykos: "Of all the countless evils infesting Greece, there is none worse than  the tribe of athletes (...) how, indeed, when a man is slave to his jaw,  and a victim of his belly, could he acquire wealth to increase his  father's store?​"

"...Again, they cannot endure poverty, nor adapt themselves to misfortunes.  Accustomed as they are to ignoble habits, they find it hard to change  them when difficulties come (...) What succour to his native town does a man bring who has won a crown for clever wrestling?"

"Will they fight the enemy with discus in hand, or through the line of shields​ smite with the fist and cast the enemy forth from their native land? No man, when standing close to cold steel, commits such foolishness."

Epameinondas (Nepos 15.2.4-5): "As soon as E. attained military age and began to interest himself in physical exercise, he aimed less at great strength than at agility; for he thought that the former was necessary for athletes, but that the latter  would be helpful in warfare."

Philopoimen (Plut. Philop. 3.2-3) is another famous general credited with this insight: "He was also thought to be a good wrestler, but when some of his friends urged him to take up athletics, he asked them if athletics  would not be injurious to his military training..."

"They told him (arid it was the truth) that the habit of body and mode of  life for athlete and soldier were totally different, and particularly  that their diet and training were not the same, since the one required much sleep, continuous surfeit of food..."

“...and fixed periods of activity and repose, in order to preserve or improve their condition, which the slightest influence or the least  departure from routine is apt to change for the worse; whereas the  soldier ought to be used to all sorts of irregularity and inequality..."

"...and above all should accustom himself to endure lack of food easily, and  as easily lack of sleep. On hearing this, Philopoimen not only shunned athletics himself and derided them, but also in later times as a  commander banished from the army all forms of them..."

"...with every possible mark of reproach and dishonour, on the ground that  they rendered useless for the inevitable struggle of battle men who  would otherwise be most serviceable."

Xenophon (Sym. 2.17) has Sokrates declare that it is better to do mild general exercise (ie. dancing), "not like the long-distance runners, who develop their legs at the  expense of their shoulders, nor like the prize-fighters, who develop their shoulders but become thin-legged"

The soldiers in the army of Alexander the Great mocked the boxer Dioxippos, calling him a "useless, bloated animal" (Curtius 9.7.16). He could win a 1v1 fight easily, but soldiers did not respect him, and shame finally drove him to suicide.

There is plenty more in Aristotle, Plutarch, and the medical authors to this effect, that athletic training is not good for your health and not suitable for soldiers. It is important to be fit, tough & enduring, but not to take it too far. As the poet Xenophanes says (fr. 2):

"Neither if there were a good boxer among the people, nor one good at the pentathlon or in wrestling, or again in the swiftness of his feet (...) would there for that reason be better law and order in the city."

A lot of people who presume that my view has anything to do with my identity or career should probably know that all of this same evidence is gathered in W.K. Pritchett, "The Greek State at War" II (1974), pp. 215-7. He was a classicist and captain in the USAAF from 1941-1945.

#all the care guide says is 'biomass' #unsurprisingly yes i am using this as inspiration for world buildy things #because im predictable

[parageist]

oc reference sheet. she’s so autismpilled just like me fr fr

fun facts:

-had gender with your mom last night (checkmate liberals)

-would you still love them if she was a worm (please say yes)

-nothing but ethereal breakcore in her head (is she even real?)

-uses archaic computer programs even when she has the latest ones (LET THEM COOK)

-it won’t stop raining in her room (yes she tried closing the window already, doesn’t fix it)

#oc #oc stuff #talk to me about my ocs #reverie willow #exspiravit #my oc #my ocs #ocs

[pataphysiquerecords]

Delphine DORA 2 DAYS IN TOKYO 2024

MAY 10, 2024 (FRI) Okubo Hikarinouma open 19:00 start19:30  door 2500yen+drink Albedo Gravitas Delphine Dora solo Delphine Dora, 秋山徹次, TOMO

MAY 11, 2024 (SAT) ASAGAYA YELLOW VISION open 19:00 start19:30  door 2500yen+drink Delphine Dora solo Delphine Dora, 福岡林嗣 浦邊雅祥、福岡林嗣、南部輝久

Delphine DORA voice, keyboard instruments, etc(FR) デルフィーヌ・ドラは、フランスの作曲、即興演奏を共に行うミュージシャンであり、主にピアノ、パイプオルガン他、アコースティック、エレクトロニクスの区別なくキーボードを使用し、近年はフィールドレコーディングも作曲に取り入れている。声もまた彼女の音楽を構成するのに欠かせない要素で、神秘的かつ古代的元型と触れ合うが如くフラジャイルでイマジナリーな言語の詩を「歌」として描く。その音楽性は、異なったフォーク、ミニマル、即興音楽と通底し、英語、フランス語、ドイツ語を駆使し、その言語的元型を交錯させる。15年以上に渡り、フランス他各国のレーベルにてソロ、コラボレーションを問わず30以上の作品にレコーディング参加し、彼女自身の”ワイルド・サイレンス”レーベルの創設者でもある。

Delphine Dora Delphine Dora is a French musician, composer and improviser. Working mainly with keyboard instruments (piano, pipe organ, electronic keyboard…), her music has been enriched in recent years by the addition of field recordings to her compositions. The voice is also one of her favourite instruments, at times drawing on the language of poets, at other times on an imaginary language, a language freed of all signifiers, a voice that is fragile and embodied, archaic, mystical and free, but also plural and mutant voices that are embodied in her. On stage, she uses instruments such as the piano, organ or keyboards, and her voice, loops, various effects and mysterious sounds. Her performances are usually improvised, using voice and acoustic or electronic instrumentation, depending on the context and the place. Her iconoclastic music can be read as a work of personal cartography, based on an intuitive approach to composition and nourished by numerous approaches. For more than 15 years, she has been developing an intimate and plural musical universe, in perpetual metamorphosis, situated at the crossroads of different musical genres (folk music, minimalist music, improvised music, electroacoustic music, etc.) and languages (english, french, german, imaginary languages, etc.). A prolific musician, she has taken part in more than thirty recordings (solo and collaborations) in a variety of aesthetics on numerous french and foreign labels (Recital, three:four, Feeding Tube Records, Okraïna, By The bluest of the seas, Morc, fort evil fruit…). She is also the founder of the Wild Silence label.

Albedo Gravitas ヒグチケイ���とSachikoで結成された即興ユニット「Albedo Fantastica」に内田静男(4strings)が加わったトリオ。Albedo Fantasticaのボーカルを基軸に展開するサウンドダイナミクスに、内田の変幻自在な低音の振動が加わり未明のサイケデリアが表出する。都内を中心に活動中。23年セカンドアルバム「luminescence」をリリース。

Tetuzi AKIYAMA 秋山徹次 guitar ギターという楽器の持つ特質に、自身の欲求をミニマルかつストレートな形で加えていくことによる、原始的で即物的な意味合いを含んだ演奏を得意とする。ミクロからマクロに至る音量を、繊細に、ときには大胆にコントロールし、身体の電子化を試みる。

TOMO hurdy gurdy / vielle à roue ハーディーガーディー奏者。東京都出身。14歳の時にギターを始める。 17歳で単身渡米。8年間米国で学生時代を過ごす。帰国後、ルーツ・ミュージック/トラッド/古楽のエッセンスと、共鳴や倍音を意識したドローン・ミュージックを軸に、ギターをはじめ民族楽器など様々な楽器で創作を行う。創作活動の過程で、千年以上の歴史をもつメカニカルかつユニークな機構の古楽器「ハーディーガーディー」に出会い、関心を持つことになる。以後、ハーディーガーディーをメイン楽器として、その楽器の可能性と独自の奏法を探求しながら、作品の制作・演奏活動を行っている。

Masayoshi URABE 浦邊雅祥 alto sax 65年東京生まれ。 85年アルトサックスを手にする。 ソロ演奏を主とし活動。

Rinji FUKUOKA 福岡林嗣 vocal, guitar, violin, etc 陰謀家。長年もうどうでも良いと思いつつも、生に執着し続ける男。「音楽」なんざもどうでも良いと思いつつ、各種楽器を操り、生に付随する塵芥、つまりは詩情と呼ばれるものに執着し続けている。

Teruhisa NANBU 南部輝久 drmus ドラム、パーカッション。 現在はAural fit、熊のジョン、バラナンブ、鵺、しんらこう で主に活動。 スピード、パワー、パーカッシブから歌もののバックまで、やりたいことをやっている。

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5月13日(月)　四谷三丁目CON TON TON VIVO デルフィーヌ・ドラ来日公演 “Dive Deep with Delphine Dora” 19:00 open / 19:30 start Charge 2500yen + 1 order

Delphine Dora (from France) Archeus（ヒグチケイコ、内田静男、TOMO） MOGRE MOGRU（黒い瞳、剛田武、Tanao）

フランス出身、キーボード／ヴォイス／エレクトロニクスなどを駆使して、即興～アンビエント～ミニマル～フォークを横断する斬新な表現活動で注目されるデルフィーヌ・ドラ、ヴォイス＋ベース＋ハーディーガーディーの異色トリオarcheus（アルケウス）、同じくトリオ編成の即興アンビエントユニットMOGRE MOGRU（モグレモグル）による音楽表現の深淵に潜るスリーマン・ライヴ。 MOGRE MOGRUはデルフィーヌ・ドラのコラボレーションで出演。

archeus： ヒグチケイコ(vocal) 内田静男(bass） TOMO (hurdy gurdy) ヒグチケイコ(vocals)、内田静男(bass)、TOMO(hurdy gurdy)によって結成されたグループ、archeus（アルケウス）。ボーカル/ボイス、ベース、ハーディーガーディーという異色なトリオ編成での演奏は、静寂と間（ま）を感じさせる繊細な音のゆらぎ、忘れられた名もなき言語の発声、不協和な音塊のインタープレイ、ミニマルな反復の魔術、ダークで濃密なドローンなど、様々な表情の化学反応を引き起こす。 2023年に仏An'archivesよりセカンドアルバム「九相図 Kusōzu : Nine Death Stages」をリリースしている。 bandcamp: https://archeus-store.bandcamp.com/

MOGRE MOGRU（モグレモグル） 黒い瞳 Aura Noir : voice, musical saw, recorder, toy instruments, PC, etc. 剛田武 Takeshi Goda : flute, violin, percussion, electronics, etc. Tanao : guitar 2021年7月結成。レトロなアコースティック楽器とディープなエレクトロニクス&ギターによるインプロ・アンビエントユニット。愛称：モグモグ。都内を中心に「DIVE DEEP！／深く潜れ！」を合言葉にライヴ活動を行っている。これまで沖縄電子少女彩、ポーランドのポストフォークデュオKeirszenbaum、園田游（舞踏家/元グンジョーガクレヨン）、内田静男（ベーシスト/Hasegawa-Shizuo、albedo gravitas etc.）、Orienatal Love（モジュラーシンセ奏者）などスタイルの異なるアーティストとのコラボレーションも多数あり。

#Youtube #Bandcamp

[mentheii]

howdy!!!

hi guys welcome to my cool tumblr blog 😀

breeze (or oakie!) • she/her • artist 👍

mostly draws stuff for fandoms! also a reblog of a cool thing here and there

goofy ah sibling is @juniperleafdelivery 👹 he lives in a bog

i cannot stop anyone from interacting but just know i will Not Enjoy Your Presence if you are homophobic/transphobic, proshipper, or a nsfw account (im a minor 👋)

here’s the tags i use 😀

#utterances 🦩 - talk tag! me yapping about whatever

#art 🐉 - my original drawings!!

#ask 🐟 - people sending asks! i’ll tag anons as “anon” and other people as their username unless i gave them a funny nickname

#reblog 🐬 - a post i reblogged 😀

#others work 🪼 - cool art or writing or whatever reblogged from other people!! swag

#eyeballable 🦚 - a very pretty thing that goes into my crow hoard 💀 it’s maybe for design inspo or just to Look At

#guffawable 🐳 - reblogged posts that i think are Humorous. perhaps even Comedic

#ponderable 🦕 - reblogged posts that i found interesting! kind of a broad category it’s things like headcanons or cool facts or writing/drawing guides or infographics

#beholdable 🌸 - a reblogged post that is: Cute 😀😀 goofy ah tag name though i’ll probably change it soon

the things/fandoms i like 😀😀 they’re ordered from most to least favorite 👍

deltarune

undertale

wings of fire

dungeon meshi

the amazing digital circus

legend of zelda: breath of the wild/tears of the kingdom (only played those specific games though 😔)

animal crossing: new horizons (new horizons only)

warrior cats (i stopped reading though 💀)

my other blogs!!

@moved-mentheii my old blog 👍 there is some archaic art there

i forgor my plan to make a pinned post first and then the sideblogs i wanted…… more here soon……

refs for my characters!

none yet 😔 i am also going to say there’s more information about them on my toyhouse but that is also nonexistent 😔😔

other social media accounts 😀👍

artfight (mentheii)

i must renovate my toyhouse account fr…… i have so many cool ideas for it……..

anyways that is info about me and the rich famous coolioness in between

bye guys 👋👋

#pinned post yargh #this is my favorite drawing of oakie ever #also post is very in progress 💀 #utterances 🦩 #pinned post

[cryiling]

in honor of totk NOT winning goty 🫡 here is my notes app from when totk first came out and I wrote all my thoughts abt the game down

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today totk got released!! and I played for 8 hours straight 😭 I'm not suuper far in the game yet, I sort of just started the rito quest with tulin, but here are some things I love and dislike about the game so far:

first of all I love the archaic outfit 😊 however I'm very sad that it only does 1 protection because I wanted to wear it all the time AJDBAJDB

I love everything about the zonai, like the way they look, the music associated with them, the way they talk at the end of a shrine, the way you can tell something is of zonai make just by looking at it, like that's how you know a concept design is well done ✋ I'm so fascinated by how rauru looks, he's just so amazing

I do hate how extremely similar aspects of the great sky island are to the great plateau, though. "room of awakening" bro r u serious rn 😭 the way rauru follows you around like the king good bye. I just feel like this could have been done a little more uniquely so that it didn't feel like the great plateau with a texture pack slapped over it

there's also some things that I felt botw just did so much better than totk. like the way rauru's ghost would disappear felt very cheap and uneventful, like why does he just fade to 0 opacity and nothing else happens ?? at least with the king his ghost faded with the little blue flames and sparkles, it made it seem more interesting

I hate the inventory layout I'm sawryy 😭 the botw inventory looks very sleek and easy to comprehend, but the way the totk inventory is designed just feels very cheap and elementary to me. not the scrolling on one page instead of having multiple pages, that's not my issue. just the color design and how so much more information is crowded into each tiny box when you are selling things, it just confuses the player with too much info

uhh what else. oh! I also hate the animation for when you get the abilities at the beginning, and when you get those lights of blessing or whatever (honestly I hate that name too, why is it so long I literally can't remember it 😭). like why do the orbs with the abilities and blessings look so 2d and unfinished? they look like they were slapped on top as a fanmade effect rather than actually being a part of the game, and every time I see it, I feel removed from being immersed in the games because it's distracting

but I totally love the way the zonai statues are at the end of the shrines!!! the way they talk is SO 🙏🙏 like I'm totally obsessed with it. also!! this is very specific, but I love the music that plays during shrine battles, like why does that song go so hard fr

omg something else I love is the pony points system it's so cute 😭✋ and honestly it's a great incentive for me to use the stables, I don't think I used them that much in botw so I definitely appreciate this new addition

AND MY HORSES ARE HERE TOO IM SO HAPPY 🥺🥺

however I am devastated that we can't pet dogs ☹️ like was no one at nintendo listening to us when we were all asking abt it hello ??

this is more of a personal preference rather than a game quality thing but I AM SO HAPPY THERE'S PIRATES IN THIS GAME AAAAAAA i can't wait to go to lurelin village I rlly hope they let me join the pirates 🙏 (hi it's me from the future here, girl wtf why are the pirates literally just MONSTERS ON BOATS 🙁 give me real fucking pirates you cowards)

omg yeah I was obsessed with the frozen rito village ost, it had the core elements of the ost from botw but with that lonely haunted vibe and I was gonna cry omg it really set the mood and I loved listening to it 😭

ohh yeah something I didn't enjoy was how it felt like I was being overloaded with so much plot-heavy info, especially once I started the rito village quest. like yeah I get maybe playing for 8 hours in one day is probably gonna fry my brain and attention span but it just felt like they were telling me to do all these things and I just felt so overwhelmed that I literally had to put the game away and stop playing for the night 😭 I think if things were spaced out more for what they tell you then the plot might have been more digestible

oh yeah this is minor but I don't like how when you go to a new place it says "discovery!" and also when you cook a new food it says "new!" like it felt very commercial and broke the immersion in the game for me, there was literally no reason for it to be in the game? (upon playing the game further I've decided I don't mind the "discovery" notif. but I still don't like when it says "new!" on a food I cooked sorryyy)

OMG WAIT SOMETHING I LOVED was how link cycles through humming different things when he cooks!!! it's so cute and I love him for it 😭

also I loved the function of when you open a chest and get a weapon but your inventory is full, instead of having to close the chest drop a weapon and reopen the chest, they added the feature where your inventory pops up and you can drop a weapon while still in the chest so you don't have to switch back and forth. it was so relieving for me ✋

umm I definitely feel like there was more I wanted to say, I just forgot 😭 but let me just say, despite me having a lot of negatives on here, I still really enjoyed this game, and honestly aside from the things I mentioned I disliked, I love pretty much everything else about the game!! there's so much to love and appreciate, I really can't list it all or else I'd just be listing literally every aspect about this game ajdhskfj. so yeah. while I'm disappointed that I found parts of totk to be lesser than what I had hoped, I am still overall ecstatic about this game and I'm so excited to see what else I'll discover in this game!!!! (hey it's me as of writing this post, I definitely wrote this last paragraph to avoid getting bullied for not liking a lot of things LOLL)

hey I'm back (not as of writing this post, like a couple months after initially starting totk), listen ok I hate these stupid sage powers like 💀 they're literally not useful at all, I think tulin's is the only one I use regularly, and even then I'd rather have revali's gale bc at least it goes up ??

I've been watching other ppl play and I realize that actually yunobo and riju can kinda be useful when fighting large groups, like if you just activate yunobi's ability you don't really need to aim him, and he'll hit a bunch of monsters. same with riju, just activate her and shoot somewhere random and it'll do damage. but other than that, like sidon and mineru are useless 😭 also I get rlly annoyed when I'm trying to pick things up and tulin gets in the way like GIRL GO AWAY ugh it would just be so much better if the abilities were activated like the champions instead idk

ok I'm obsessed with the way rauru's ear twitches LOLL THAT'S SO RANDOM but in the memories it's just so satisfying to see

hm idk how to explain this but there's some aspects of this game that feel very aoc to me and it annoys me. like, the defend kara kara bazaar + gerudo village quests, and that one thing in hateno with the stupid pumpkins, idk but it totally threw me off guard with having to fight with npcs, like it felt very jarring to have in the middle of totk. i never liked aoc or any hyrule warriors games so that's probably why I don't like this very much, but yeah I just didn't enjoy it very much

god I can't describe how much I hate everything abt mineru I'm sorry I just hate her bc like,, bro I hate to say it but I never connected with her character at all. every part of her in the storyline felt forced, and her connection to zelda and the sages never felt authentic. also I hate the eng voice acting like why does she talk like that 😭

her talking about draconification felt sooo forced. she said "there are stories of eating the stone to turn into an immortal dragon" like that could be a solution, then when rauru asked if they could do that, she was like "however 🤓☝️ you'll lose your sense of self and it's forbidden. I thought this would give us an answer but maybe not 😞" like BITCH IF YOU KNEW IT WAS FORBIDDEN WHY WOULD YOU SAY ANYTHING 😭😭 the way she said it, it sounded like she was reading a book and learning this information as they went, which would make sense why she brought it up but turns out it won't work. BUT SHE KNEW THE FULL THING ALREADY WHY DID SHE SAY IT LIKE THAT???? god it annoyed me so much, it was such a bad foreshadowing plot point

and honestly her entire quest confused me, bc the whole first part has a very thunder/lightning theme so I thought her power would be related to that but it wasn't at all? like how come we didn't do anything spirit related meanwhile all the other sages had areas that related to their powers, ugh it felt so dumb. lightning is already heavily associated with riju + the gerudo, so it felt weird that they themed the whole first half of mineru's quest around it too.

I hate her stupid construct. IT'S SO LAME 😭 has anyone actually enjoyed fighting with it. has it actually benefitted anyone. like be so fr rn. I hated it so much that I built a freaking airbike and just flew to the final temple without fighting any of the stuff along the way bc I refuse to be forced to do things I don't like 🫶

and then at the end of the game when her spirit leaves her construct and she dies or whatever, I was just like 😐 they tried to make it emotional but literally mineru is my worst enemy and I was cheering and applauding atp. like I could care less. her character felt, idk how to describe it, like.. cringy and self-inserty? something about it felt very off to me and so I was just never able to like her. it felt like nintendo was trying to force me to like her and I was Not about to let that happen

hang on I have other things to complain about... oh yeah the STABLE TROTTER CONDUCTOR LIKE BRO 😭😭😭 why does he sound like mario, like I actually want to punch him in the face. the rest of the band is fine tho, I like their music 🤞

hm something I'm annoyed about is how much harder it is to find the dragons now. in botw their flight pattern was more predictable, but here like istg I can never find them when I need them 😭 it's just vv inconvenient

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ok I'm back back. I think that about covered all my thoughts BUT one more thing. the map is so fucking cluttered. something that was done so well with botw was the openness of everything, it really fit the vibes and it immersed you in the expanse of the game. but the totk map was WAYY too busy 😭😭 not only with the purah pad map (which btw I still think sheikah slate is a better name) but just in general when you're walking around hyrule. there is Too Much going on and I don't like it

LAST THING although tbh this could be a whole separate rant. the way the purah pad is compatible with zonai technology makes no fucking sense???? like there is NO logical explanation for how it can mark waypoints at zonai shrines

in botw it made sense, because the shrines were sheikah-made and so was the slate, so ofc the sheikah would have built them to be compatible and programmable with one another. but the zonai shrines??? first of all they're just rocks on sand. no sort of technology the purah pad can latch onto. second, you activate the shrine with the ZONAI ARM, not the purah pad. literally no connection is made. this is such a small thing to fixate on but every time I think about it I am filled with inexplicable rage

I have a whole OTHER rant on why the sheikah tech disappearing makes literally No Sense but. this post is long enough as it is. if u want I can make a separate post but I think this is good enough for now 🤗

#tears of the kingdom #totk #the legend of zelda #tloz #loz #long post #me being So Normal about this game #hope this doesn't flop #also hope this doesn't get me cancelled #listen no one is doing it like botw. and if totk also won goty I feel like that would diminish botw's cultural impact