#Yoko doesnt know when to give up

[iexistapparantly]

I know believing in yourself is important, but this is a little over the top, aint it?

#madnesscombat #mc #madness combat #oc #original character #art #humor #Mag agent #mag agent torture #madcom #arm wrestling #cute #Yoko doesnt know when to give up #she knows shes gonna be obliterated #she just doesnt care #she aint backing down bro #take this challenge head on!!

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more wenclair headcanons cause i cant sleep rn

-enid calls wednesday "dubs" and "weds" when theyre alone in their room cause shes scared of how wednesday will react if she does that in public. wednesday pretends to hate it, and does at first, but warms up to it..

-enid gets buff from wolfing out after a couple of times and starts getting insecure about not being feminine enough :( it actually makes wednesday gay panic a lot though

-enid also tried to hide her scars on the first days after break, wednesday said something along the lines of "you shouldn't be ashamed of saving me." and she IMMEDIATLY stops trying to cover them.

-after the fight with tyler and the hug scene theyre both so fucked up they go back to their dorm room and wednesday helps enid wash her hair and they both sleep in enids bed theyre so tired they just lie down and fall asleep immediatly they dont even realise theyre cuddling

-wednesday kept buying small things that reminded her of enid such as sparkly nail polish, and when she came back from break with this bunch of out of charachter stuff enid was like "????" but thing keeps hinting that they should maybe use it together

-enid took up crocheting to relieve stress from all the family pressure and not wolfing out yet, but it became one of her favorite hobbies. you know what they say crochet is a form of therapy. anyways she makes wednesday more snoods and beanies and blankets in black and white <3

-wednesday is a bit jealous of yoko since she was the first one enid ran to when they fought, but little does she know that night enid could only talk about her. yoko gets the vibe they are an old married couple arguing over something stupid

-when wednesday was still denying her feelings, thing would remind her of how easily enid can slit someones throat out and how shes JUST her type and it wouldnt be a burden to keep her around..

-sometimes theyll have little sleepovers in their dorm room. right down the center of the line that separates both sides theyll make a pillow fort.

-the line itself gets more blurry over time, as enid likes to reorganize and decorate her room often. wednesday doesnt mind when something colorful crosses the barrier

-during those sleepovers theyll do eachothers nails, and enid will decorate wednesdays with skull stickers.

-wednesday is not the romantic type but she IS very reassuring about liking enid once she realizes her feelings.

-enid giggles alot when they kiss. wednesday just makes a short humming sound to let her know she feels the same, without having a vocal laugh.

-enid bites wednesday as a form of showing affection, especially ever since her fangs came in

-wednesday worries a lot about enid the day after a full moon, since the first times she wolfed out she got migraines. wednesday will take care of her, and make her the most comfortable possible, giving her the favorite unicorn plushie to hold, and sit her head on enids shoulder while they watched a movie to distract them from a long day.

-they have a private kind of love language. like holding hands under tables and passing notes to eachother. not a lot of pda. wednesday appreciates that enid lets her take her time and respects her boundaries. enid is thrilled that she has those secret little moments only they know about.

-enid loves being the taller one because of how easy it is to give wednesday forehead kisses

-one day before class, when they were getting ready, enid asked if she could braid wednesdays hair, and ever since that has become a part of their routine

#wenclair #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #wednesgay

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wenclair angst bc i love suffering

continuing the “enid realizes she isnt much and does smth abt it” train, lets start with the season ending. 

Maybe Enid is still reeling from the “the mark you left is indelible” but is struck on how little she can give when she sees Wednesday look up to see Xavier.

its a stray thought that ruins her mind.

That he would fit so much better at Wednesday’s side. All gloomy and edgy and artistic-

From what we know from the show alone, he seems pretty rich. Dude’s in a secret club, the wiki mentions how his dad and most likely his family is famous enough to have the Addams family visit a funeral so its a slap to the face to see him give her a phone just like that.

Is enid poor? prob not, but i like to think that she’s atleast middle class that tends to be overlooked for her other better family members. Does she have a lil hoarding and possessive issue bc of this? yeah, itd explain why her bed got so many plushies and why she seemed so insulted when her window got taken apart by wednesday.

continuing, now that Enid knows that there are others that can give so much more, she kind of gets into a funk when she goes back home. The two face of her family now that she wolfed out has her cringing and she has two months and a week until she comes back to nevermore for the 2nd semester.  

So, maybe its the heightened emotions from the recent wolf out but an argument happens and Enid fucking books it from her home when it gets too violent. No phone, no wallet just her and the clothes on her body.

Maybe its the spite, maybe its her thoughts or maybe its the cliche that esther is controlling but Enid gets it in her head that she couldnt be anything with her family. She was outside her family’s clutches when she manages to transform after all.

She needed space, she needed time and freedom to get what she wants.  

It doesnt make sense but shes emotional, a lil high strung and her chest aches when she looks at how messy she is after tumbling around a forest.

So its decided. she needs time away from her family, the family that looks and prods and sees her as anything but who she is and goes to make smth of herself. The sinclair pack is small and nothing much outside of her home, so she decided to be bigger than that.

Its childish, its absolutely moronic to be something so much more than Enid Sinclair the late werewolf and when she notes that shes doing it because she just want to fit next to Wednesday?

it sends her to hysterics but shit- the last words Wednesday said to her reminds Enid that she actually was notable in someones life. 

Sure, theres Yoko but Yoko is a vampire. They live for centuries and its an asshole move to assume but Enid knows that she’ll be forgotten in time but Wednesday?

Wednesday held like her like she was precious and Enid so desperately wants to prove that right. She doesnt just want to be that werewolf who trails after Wednesday Addams. She wants to be Enid, the one who Wednesday can lean on fully.

Not tyler, not Xavier but her. 

But to be that, she has to be stronger, richer and maybe alot more resourceful. She isnt any of that and it hurts but its better to try than not do anything at all.

so with baggy sleeves and scratched knees, Enid straightens her shoulders to walk back home to fully execute her plans. 

Its all fine and dandy, she’s looking for a job and searching up proper work outs. Its all okay! Until, another werewolf pack comes to visit her town and now that she finally wolfed out, she’s falling face first into Wolf culture that she wasn’t fully exposed to before.

#wenclair #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #au thoughts #pls someone have a brainrot with me #SEND ASKS I WILL ANSWER #and maybe draw abt this #lets get it guys #tongues & teeth au

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random question: do you have any headcanons about Yoko? anything about her upbringing, her relationship with her lineage, how does she live as a witch in the modern era (where apparently even Dracula became just a myth), her general personality? ^^

OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD, NOT ORGANISED BECAUSE UM IM TIRED

- its said she works for the church, like sypha, so i imagine thats the family business. for centuries, the belnades have worked from the sidelines, assisting the church rather than facing dracula directly and only interfering when necessary, like in 1999

- yoko does not do this, because much of her childhood was spent around alucard :> he was responsible for much of her education, in both magic and battle. though her family handled the main things like elemental magic, alucard taught her bits and pieces of alchemy and more general spells, alongside tutoring her in how to actually fight. later on, arikado is responsible for having taught yoko how to perform weapon synthesis for soma, as well as teaching her about magic seals. since she knows alucard so well, she ends up wanting to have a much more active part in things than the rest of her family, and this culminates in alucard often letting her accompany him with his work and, of course, bringing her along in aria of sorrow and giving her the tip for the cult in dawn. unfortunate that julius left her at the gate lmao

- another note, i imagine shes related to julius through being related to trevor and sypha, and if sypha can result in juste happening, then i think trevors involvement left some traits in yokos family. mostly i draw her with the certified Belmont Eyebrows whenever i remember to, but also i imagine she has more physical combat proficiency than is usual for a bloodline of spellcasters working from the shadows. also if you havent noticed, yoko certainly looks a lot like juste and leon both :) i think if she tried using subweapons, she could probably pull off spell fusion too

- well, nobody really thinks witches are real, so similarly to how arikado lives as just Some Agent Guy, yoko lives as Some Church Employee Gal as far as the public eye is concerned. at most, her talents are viewed as not actually real, just fake stuff like mysticism and future-telling and etcetera. she definitely buys into this to try and cover herself, but shes kind of a bad liar? fortunately, people take her bad lying as just being embarrassed her skills arent as real as advertised (hint: theyre more real!)

- yokos general personality is described as kind but very nosy, and i think that works. she seems cheerful and peppy as a person, which is unusual for cv girls, who usually fit into the fridged wife model and not much else. i think that shes generally quite friendly, with a bit of hidden sass -- yoko reminds arikado a little bit of trevor, actually, which feeds into him being fond of her. she also has a bit of a short temper. however, she ends up being kind of an enabler for arikados shenanigans, which is a Problem. yoko is a very bad liar, but only with Direct lies. if she says something true to avoid saying something else, shes perfectly fine, for example. that happens a lot in aos. as well as that, despite her misgivings, she helps arikado with things like manipulating soma and visiting minas shrine, and shes also technically complicit in his use of julius. ... this adds a layer of unspoken guilt and deceit to all her friendships shes made, which tends to eat at her quite a lot, but she cant talk about it for worry of troubling arikado as well, who is really trying to avoid the consequences of his actions and she doesnt want to fuck that up for him because, yknow, hes basically like her weird ??? semi-relative slash mentor thing, she respects him and hes probably the closest friend she has. but that means her friendships with soma (who she helped manipulate), mina (who she helped endanger and keeps tabs on for arikado), and julius (whose use as basically a tool in aria she was complicit in) are all layered with her hidden deceit and feelings of guiltiness. i sure hope that doesnt blow up in everyones faces one day combined with her inability to lie properly!

- forgot to fit this in earlier, but she probably feels the weight of syphas legacy on her a lot, since. she hangs out with arikado lmao what can you expect. she tries to avoid this by dressing like cviii alucard instead of sypha, she uses his colours and everything. hes totally not touched by it despite the mixed intentions

misc hcs:

- as you can tell, i think she was basically arikados accomplice in aos, and also that she was helping him with whatever plan he had in dos, before everything went totally topside when julius tagged along and soma crashed the party

- her mother (1999 belnades) fucking hates arikado lmao those bitches cant stand eachother. its mostly because of julius business but also she thinks arikado was the worst influence on yoko ever and shes RIGHT

- she got julius his job with the church partly because she felt guilty about arikado leaving him in the fuckin dust for however long and also not having done anything about it despite the fact she really couldnt in the first place

- she started visiting mina so arikado wouldnt have to do it directly so often, but they are genuinely close! to yoko, an only child, mina is very much like a sister of sorts (like is said in some materials and such)

- yoko is smarter than she lets on, but occasionally plays her supposed ditziness to her advantage. not often, but sometimes

- grahams presence in aria was because yoko was trying to catch him out in the first place and arikado figured it would be convenient to make it easier for her and him. that did not go as well as they planned lol

- yoko and arikado ride or die true and real in my head. yes he did use her as leverage when she was bleeding out on the floor yes he does genuinely care about her a lot yes she is aware of both these facts its Complicated okay

#sorry if this is like. cringe. lmao #i have thoughts #sorry if this didnt get everything you wanted across jshshd

[jackverglas]

A Date with Yasu and Maya (and Yoko?)

Hey hey! A hgk fanfic partner piece I wrote for vday~!

Link to the fanart partner piece at the end👀 No spoilers!

His friend had been unreasonably nervous for his date with Maya. Well, “date” perhaps was more accurate. Yasu had already seen several movies with this girl for the sake of “research”, but he still hadn’t made any moves yet. And, normally, Yoko wouldn’t have tolerated this lack of development if not for the fact that this was the first date that he had managed to learn about before it went down. For some reason, Yasu had some paranoid fear that Yoko would do something irrational if he knew about their outings beforehand.

And Yasu did know him better than anyone. Of course Yoko was going to do something irrational. What other option was there but to stalk his best friend on his date so he could give him tips to do better on the next one?

What else were best friends for?

Ticket already bought, Yoko adjusted his sunglasses and his baseball cap as he loitered in front of the theater, eyes scanning for his friend’s floppy hat in the crowd. He didn’t have to wait long until a floppy brown hat soon bobbed into the line beside a familiar bob of fluffy brown hair. Oh, hell, that hat was still as dorky as ever. Yoko tried to remind himself that he was supposed to think of it as “vintage” rather than “please-take-it-off-you-look-like-a-dweeb”, but it was difficult. To be fair, Yasu was the one on a date right now and not him, but that was beside the point.

After the pair got through the line, he followed a safe distance behind them into the theater. Precisely fifteen minutes as usual, so Yasu could watch all the trailers and previews. Also, as usual, Yasu sat in the middle seat of the third row from the back, so Yoko could settle into the back row to watch them. As the trailers rolled, it was the opportune time to give Yasu advice.

Yoko: hey bud.

Yasu: no.

Yasu: NO

Yasu: How did you find out I was so careful??

Yoko: Maya told Taichi and Taichi told me AYYYYY

The floppy hat shot up as Yasu looked around and located Yoko with alarming quickness.

Yoko: how did u find me im wearing a hat??

Yasu: A hat isn’t going to hide how STUPID you look.

Yoko: First of all, that doesnt make sense. Second of all, thats very mean.

Yasu: LEAVE.

Maya looked over quizzically and seemed to ask if something was wrong. Yasu shook his head apologetically, a smile plastered on his face.

Yoko: First of all, no. Second of all, FREE ADVICE FROM YOUR BESTEST OF FRIENDS: When the movie is going on, brush her shoulder a little. If she moves away, just say you saw a bug. If she doesn’t, IT’S ARM OVER THE SHOULDER TIME. It’s a flawless move!

Yasu: First of all, I hate you. Second of all, I’m going to kill you after this.

Yoko: 😉

Yasu shut off his phone in a hurry and shoved it into his pocket, trying to explain away the text conversation from a confused Maya. Yoko leaned back in his seat with a smug smile. Yasu would thank him later when the shoulder move worked out for him.

Frankly, Yoko shouldn’t have been surprised that Yasu did, in fact, not follow his advice.

The movie, which Yoko had been entirely not paying attention to, finished with a distinct lack of shoulder maneuvers and Yoko followed the pair out with a pout. In his grumpiness, he followed a bit closer than he probably should have, but Yoko wouldn’t call him out either way in risk of ruining his maybe-date. Because of this, he was also able to hear their conversation.

“I thought the cinematography in the candle scene was done in such a clever way!” the film geek gushed.

“The lighting was really dynamic. I’m so curious what the original shot looked like without color correction,” the currently-being-indoctrinated-to-become-a-film-geek replied.

“Ugh, I’d kill to see the original footage.” Yasu glanced down at his phone. “Are you still good to head to my place? Not too tired?”

What. What?

“Of course! I’ll never be too tired for Hamada-san!”

Huh? Who was Hamada? Why did that name sound familiar?

“Alright, let’s head back then. If you’re tired, you can sleep on the subway. I can wake you up when we’re there.”

Yoko clicked his tongue, glancing at the time on his phone. He hadn’t expected this turn of events, but he had to see what they had planned. What if Yasu needed his help? Yoko couldn’t abandon his friend. Finding a safe distance once again, Yoko resumed his pursuit.

After a short subway ride of being sandwiched between two businessmen, Yoko stumbled out the doors, caught his breath, swiftly located the floppy hat, and chased after it. Yasu and Maya were indeed heading back to Yasu’s apartment room. With a rare flash of foresight, right before the pair approached the front door of the apartment, Yoko dove behind a bush. Yasu’s eyes swept in suspicion behind him before he unlocked the door and let Maya in.

Yoko popped up from behind the bush and he flicked a leaf out of his hair. Fortunately for him, he knew had to break into Yasu’s apartment. He had needed to borrow Yasu’s homework a few times in the past and, in the process, discovered that the hinge of the bathroom window was a little loose. Yasu did know about this. Yoko wasn’t that much of a terror in his friend’s life.

Yoko carefully balanced himself on a brick foothold and leapt up to grab the windowsill. Then, he hauled himself up and jostled the window until the hinge fell free. A tight squeeze through the high square opening and a small balancing act on the bathtub later, Yoko had successfully infiltrated his friend’s apartment. He could hear their voices coming from Yasu’s bedroom, but he couldn’t make out the words. Quietly, he crept into the hallway and then peered through the crack of Yasu’s, thankfully, crooked door that didn’t quite fit in its frame.

There was a fat cat on Yasu’s bed.

Yoko blinked.

“He’s soo cute!” Maya nearly squealed, her eyes shining.

“I’m glad my friend let me borrow Hamada again. Hopefully, we get some good pictures for our club flyers.”

“We definitely will! Just look at him!” Maya knelt by the bed, cupping the cheeks of the disgruntled cat.

They had apparently hung a white cloth beforehand, so there was a makeshift backdrop behind Hamada, apparently a cat, for a photoshoot.

“I, uh, brought some props too,” Yoko said, hesitantly holding up a paper bag.

“Oo! Let me see!” Maya said, peering into the bag. Then, she nearly tore it open, pulling out a mini clapboard, a black bib with a bowtie, and a��mini floppy hat? “You two are matching! We should get a picture of you two together!”

Yasu backed up a few steps, holding up his hands. “No, I, uh, I’m no good at posing for pictures.”

“You’ll be fine. No one will be focused on you anyways; Hamada is in the picture, after all.”

“That’s, uh, reassuring?”

Maya scooped up the cat and gently transferred him to Yasu’s wavering arms. Then, she placed the hat on Hamada, who was surprisingly unbothered by the headgear, and the clapboard in Yasu’s hand. “Sit in front of the backdrop! I’ll get a few pictures.”

Yoko sighed, stepping away from the door. There was no advice he could provide regarding a cat photoshoot. Unfortunately, it was a perfectly cute date idea that Yasu could handle better than him. Then, he heard the front door creak open.

Shit. Yasu’s roommate was back. Yoko breaking in was something the roommate was familiar with, but if Yasu heard his roommate greet Yoko, his friend might actually fulfill his threat of killing him. Yoko scrambled back into the bathroom, instinctively slamming the door in his rush.

Shit!

“Damn, Yasu, you’re in a hurry, huh?” his roommate called.

“What? Takuya? Did you just get back? That wasn’t me.”

“What?”

SHIT.

Yoko leapt onto the lip of the bathtub, scattering a bunch of bottles of shampoo and soap in the process. He winced as they clattered loudly on the ceramic floor.

“Who is that!” Takuya shouted, footsteps rushing towards the bathroom.

Yoko clambered for the window, shoving it upwards, and pulling himself through. In his hurry, however, his hoodie string caught on the hinge and he was promptly choked as he tried to launch himself through the opening. His hoodie string jerked him backwards, he flailed backwards, and his head smashed into the shower door with an inspiringly loud sound as he crashed down into the bathtub.

“Yoko?” Takuya asked, his voice calming. “You good, man?”

“WHO?” asked Yasu’s resoundingly not-calming voice.

Well. Fuck.

Fanart partner piece by @flappingduster of two good hat bois here!

#hidamari ga kikoeru #jack be confident #fanfiction #valentine's day collaboration

[doglovingwriter]

GUESS WHO HAS FREE TIME TO DO HEADCANON LIKE PROMPTS AND SHORT STORIES!

PROMPT: The burden of looking after Kankuro’s cat(s) has fallen on Gaara. How does he handle the task of pet-sitter?

-Kankuro only has 1 cat but don't ask where he got it and dont touch the cat or he'll flip.

-no one knows about the cat since Temari wouldn't let him keep the small animal that is NOT suited for the desert

-this also includes Gaara who is too busy to get into whatever is living in Kankuro's workshop.

-(because there is SOMETHING living in his workshop the siblings are THAT oblivious)

-Until Kankuro has to go to Kumo as diplomat since Temari has moved to Konoha.

-Gaara is confused and is wondering if he spent too much time in the sun (even though he hasnt been in the sun hardly at all today) when Kankuro bursts into his office with a cat in his arms

-Kankuro gives no fucks as he dumps the cat on his brother's desk muttering "just feed/water her" and takes his scroll and leaves

-Gaara is still frozen staring at the calico until the door closes and it meows at him and-WHAT THE FUCK IS HE SUPPOSED TO DO WITH A CAT AGAIN

-he scrambles to get up and chase his brother when he notices a note attached to the cats collar

-the note is instructions on how to take care of 'Yoko' and Gaara breathes a sigh thinking this wouldnt be that hard-WHERE DID THE CAT GO????

-he spends half the day visibly distressed that he lost his brothers cat as he wanders the Kazekage mansion trying to call for it.

-(At some point the elders politely ask if he spent too much time in the sun today and they stop asking once he gives them a look)

-Gaara eventually finds it sitting in his chair looking pleased that it lead him on a wild goose chase and Gaara is too relieved to be annoyed.

-he feeds it and gives it a bowl of cool water and jumps when Yoko jumps into his lap and curls up to sleep.

-he tries (he really does) not to pet the cat but he pets the cat and now Yoko is his cat Kankuro go get another one.

-(until he realizes Yoko used his gourd as a liter box and yeah Kankuro take your cat back and no more diplomatic missions again)

-((he also doesnt find out until the day before Kankuros return when he goes to clean the liter box and finds it unused))

-Kankuro returns to find an annoyed Gaara, an extraordinarily unused litter box, and his cat quite happy that he doesnt have to leave anymore.

This is my first time doing a prompt in this format. Hope it was worth the read! And this was actually really fun to do!

@justgaara. (I forgot the TAGS 😰)

#gaaraweekly2020 #gaara prompt #gaara+headcanon #gaara of the sand #kankuro #temari #sand siblings #smokeyposts #smokeyblogs #smokeywriting #smokeyheadcanon #trying new things #thought this was great #cats #pets #funny pets #gaara vs the cat

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oh ffxv for the video game asks! (unless uve already done that before?)

Fav Character Theme: oh god oh fuck theres too many good character themes in ffxv……. but if i had to choose one its prolly home sweet home. theres just something so heart wrenchingly gentle but sad abt it and also prompto so. yeah… i luv nocts theme so much too ahhhhhh

Fav Area Theme: oh this ones rly hard too cuz theres so many different themes in ffxv? i cant rly choose a favorite but i rly like orbital instability and wanderlust… wanderlust is such a great exploration theme hkjdhgkjsh hhh

Fav Battle Theme: oh . uh… like for regular battle themes i rly love stand your ground? i generally just go wild whenever the prelude is used in ff music so yeah but like…. veiled in black… and invidia….. this is rly the worst i just love this entire ost so much JSKFDHGKJSHD

Fav Boss/Final Boss Theme: >>>>>>>:3 im not gonna say apocalypsis noctis cuz thats predictable but i love hellfire and magna insomnia so much…. also ive only heard the episode ardyn regis and somnus battle themes twice or something bc i wanna like. savor the last of the ffxv ost? but god theyre so good. fucking using dawn in a battle theme???? thats genius dfhbgsjhg WAIT SHIT i forgot about encelevenemus and es it foron….. (gives yoko shimomura a high five)

Personal Fav Theme: hmmmmmmmm theres like a REALLY wide range of songs to choose one for this jhgsjhgk but me brand is apocalypsis noctis so… yeah? i mean i rly do love it so much i cant fucking contain myself whenever i hear it so yeah. apocalypsis noctis (or aquarius??? i still dont know which one i prefer… they both fit their respective battles well so i guess it doesnt rly matter hsgkjshkg)

A song you didn’t like at first but grew to like: hmm well im not sure if i like it now per se? but i used to hate listening to the daemon battle theme but now i think its alright? it just plays…. a lot …… also i didnt rly listen to encelevenemus when the royal edition came out and only rly realized how good it was like 6 months after that shgsjkhgksjks

One of the first songs you heard from the game: STAND YOUR GROUND!!!!!!!! thats the first song i remember actually looking up on youtube because i liked it so much :0000 i was watching the ffxv playthrough in december 2016 and its just so funny that basically the very first song that plays when you start gameplay was already making me go crazy DHGKJSHGK an omen of what was to come…. honestly i still cant believe i ended up loving ffxv THAT much man

A song that gets you pumped: ok im gonna be boring again cuz theres tons of songs that get me Going but its apocalypsis noctis. ill literally start doing the [flapping hands in excitement] thing whenever it starts playing shgkjsdh

A song that makes you happy: theres not rly a song that makes me… happy? i mean theres a TON that make me all nostalgic and teary eyed so i guess they do make me happy? in that case its noctis. that piece rly just brings me right back to when i first starting watching ffxv and im just like ;_____; oh edit i guess bros on the road cheers me up a lot : )

A song that makes you sad: i think ive said this multiple times before but somnus ultima makes me physically ache. there are a lot of sad pieces in ffxv but somnus ultima (especially when listening to it in playlist order, so right after the final boss themes and dawn and right before dewdrops at dawn) fucking destroys me every time

The song you like least from the game: hmmmm i dont think i dislike a piece? like theres some songs that i dont like listening to but thats usually because theyre supposed to make you feel uneasy? so i guess i dont like the music that plays at night (i always turn on the portable mp3 player lol) and that one song in episode prompto where its revealed verstael is like? his father? i think its called helix of insanity? its just… unpleasant. but its supposed to be yaknow? 

#thank u zee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #i luv talking about the ffxv ost so much shghsdkghsk #asks #mpx100 #long post #soundtrack ramblings #<333333

[seromreven]

Kind of a different request since it isnt smut or anything but how about a fic where sometime around 1969 (Just general The Beatles basically collapsing into themselves time) the other members (All of em, one of em, doesnt really matter) notices Paul just silently falling apart and try (maybe fail) to comfort him?

ahh, sad times. here’s some paul & ringo for ya ♡

Paul was, again, the last to leave Abbey Road Studios. George had left earlier after an argument with John over his seeming lack of interest in the project and the constant hovering presence of Yoko. John left not long after that with Yoko in tow. And Ringo; well, of him Paul weren’t sure. But he hadn’t seen him for a few hours so he had assumed he had left too.

Paul had stayed overtime working on the minor details of one thing and another on the record and documentary they were working on. Not all that much was left for him to work alone on. Either there was a need for a second-hand opinion or it was simply not his job to do. No matter how hard he tried, he just simply could not let go of the need to work on the smallest detail and micromanage everything.

Something John had made sure to comment on and give him slag about.

But it wasn’t something Paul could help but do. Pouring everything he had into the work and music. The current situation was horrendous. The constant infighting and the break-up of the band looming in the horizon creeping closer and closer. Work was what kept him going. Even at home with Linda, Mary, and Heather he was downright miserable, constantly thinking and worrying about the stress of the album and the members of the band.

He did his best to not let it show. And definitely not in front of little Heather. But Linda knew better, so much was clear to him. She let him know she was there for him, to help him and help to care for him but that the only one who could fully help him through this was himself and that she was no saviour.

So here he was; looking over the last pieces of paperwork before leaving the almost completely empty studio. He forced himself to read through it even though all his concentration was well out the window. His shaking hands combed through his hair that had grown as long as it ever had been. Gelled back at the stair of the day, it had now loosened itself into an unruly mess from all the times he had put his hands through it. His beard wasn’t too dissimilar in its state.

He was so deep into it that he hadn’t noticed the looming presence in the doorway, studying him. It was Ringo; who had not yet left for home but had rather gone outside to catch some air and had then been in an entirely different area of the building, where he couldn’t have bumped into Paul.

He, and as well of the others he was sure, had noticed the state Paul was slowly falling into. Sure, he was trying to hide it. Cover it up with songs, jokes, and what not. But Ringo had known him for soon a decade and the small things about him were obvious to him. How he would constantly touch his hair or beard when frustrated or stressed; as he did now.

Ringo stepped up to the table Paul was leaned over, deep in thoughts about whatever the papers dictated.  He had two cups of coffees in hand. One to himself, the other to Paul. He had seen him mulling about and had thought caffeine was much needed. But now Ringo stood; staring at Paul. Unsure of how to get his attention without scaring the life out of him.

He gently placed the cup in front of Paul and in a low voice called out to him. Much to Ringo’s relief: he wasn’t startled and slowly looked up at him. He had dark circles under his eyes and looked… groggy. And that he definitely needed some sleep as it was getting late at night.

“For you,” he said and pointed to the steaming cup. And then proceeded to sit down on the other side of the table in front of Paul, who nodded and slowly picked up the cup to blow the steam back as he to a sip of the warm coffee. Ringo had decided to wait for a little while before doing the same as he weren’t much into the heat of it.

“How’re you,” he asked as he looked over the papers strewn all over the table. It was hard to read what it said as it laid upside down but much looked familiar like the names of people and places.

“... I,” he sighed, ”I’m… fine.” He didn’t sound sure as he only glanced briefly up at Ringo before looking back down at the papers. His eyes stayed still and Ringo assumed it was because he wasn’t reading and was just staring at the lines of the document placed in front of him.

“Just tired, y’know,” he said as he looked back up at Ringo with drooping, tired, eyes. Ringo nodded, despite not fully believing that was the only reason for his sad state. Paul slightly frowned and, as if he had read his thoughts said, “you don’t believe me, do you?”

Ringo breathed out a short laugh, “no,” and shook his head slightly as his long hair flowed along with the slight movement. “D’you need to talk about it?” He asked and rested his forearms on the table as he leaned in over the table to look at Paul.

“I… I don’t know.” He glanced away as he sat back in the chair and crossed his arms. The sleeves of his shirt were pulled back to the elbows; showing off the dark hairs on his arm. It was overall a pretty masculine look he had going on. With all the hair. Much different from the appearance of the band when they first started out almost a decade ago.

They said in silence for minutes, staring into empty air while slowly sipping at their coffees. It was only when Paul sighed that the silence was broken; “I miss Brian,” he muttered while staring at a painting on the wall this his left. Ringo looked at it as well. It was an old one, origin or artist unknown to Ringo. Surely British as it depicted something that reminded of him of the streets of London during rainy autumn nights.

Ringo knew not what to do and just nodded in silence as both men looked at the painting. Ringo wondered at how it got there. Who bought it and hung it up. Where it was originally from. Who painted it. What Paul thought of it as he seemed to be lost in thought staring at it. Maybe it wasn’t the painting that had his mind wandered. It was clear he was overwrought over something and Ringo felt he knew why.

It was a shitty situation they were in. Constant fights and bitter comments and insults were thrown around. Members leaving early, causing delays on projects or causing someone having to take over. George had temporary left the band at some point and, well, so had Ringo. It was all crumbling together, and fast. It was all affecting them in different ways. But it wasn’t until this point, when he was silently looking at Paul, that he really saw how it was affecting the other man.

“Paul… I’m sorry,” he said in a voice that failed in hiding the pain it caused him to see his friend so distraught and vulnerable.

“Don’t,” he sighed and a hand went over his eyes as he glanced away from the painting and back down onto the papers. “Don’t be,” he whispered. “It’s all… too late... We’re… over.”

He gently went about collecting the papers and stood up; looking away from Ringo back at the painting. It’s meaning was unclear to Ringo, but in this moment and atmosphere, it seemed bleak. Paul looked back down at the still sitting Ringo with tearing eyes, “see you tomorrow.” It felt like a question and Ringo was unable to say anything back before Paul left with papers loose in his hand.

He sighed and rested his head in his arms on the table. He had to get home to his wife. He had to leave this place. This lonely place that was once filled with hope and excitement for the future. Now only left with sorrows and the ultimate resting place of the band.

#anonymous #ask #request #the beatles #paul mccartney #ringo starr #mcstarr #beatles fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic

[thelifetimechannel]

The Dave and Dirk log, for obvious reasons, was something I wanted to try very hard to get right. That meant although we drafted it together via msparp, as was our custom, I ended up overhauling it way more than any of our other combo walkaround logs. A few chunks did survive the transfer, though.

In other news, we’ve made a solemn pact to finish TLC over winter break, which is good because I’m running out of bonus content. Hopefully we’ll have some assets to show off soon. I’ve already seen a few; they’re very nice.  

DIRK: Hey, dude. You did pretty well out there. DIRK: Didn't even die once. DAVE: twice in a day is my max im satisfied with keeping that record DAVE: even if getting machinegunned is rapidly becoming my "thing" DIRK: Seems we each have our respective "signature deaths". DIRK: Or at least it ain't a party until I get decapitated. That sure was something we needed to do again. DIRK: Just once, for old time's sake. DAVE: well that puts the nail in the meme coffin DAVE: any time you panic someones gonna tell you to keep your head on DAVE: like keeping your hair on except you know that shit aint going anywhere its probably shellaced DIRK: That shit is bolted to the floor. Did you know I walked around with a girly-ass pink tiara on my head this whole day and had no idea? DIRK: I had no idea. Couldn't feel a thing. DIRK: And people let me do that. DIRK: Can't fuckin' believe it. DAVE: oh DAVE: i figured you knew DIRK: I am less than pleased with my Skaia-ordained divine color scheme. DIRK: But I guess I have to live with it. It's part of the team aesthetic. DAVE: you could always change DIRK: Nah, with the tiara and tights ditched I have at least mitigated the enforced flamboyance. It's bearable. DIRK: I can't be the one dude out of uniform. Couldn't bear the shame. DAVE: my outfit is pretty sick ngl DAVE: sburb knows everyones secret desire is to have a cape DIRK: Unfortunately, mine isn't long enough to also make for a good tactical maneuver. DIRK: Not gonna lie, that was pretty funny. DAVE: if nothing else my attempts at combat can provide a source of humor in our lives DAVE: but honestly id be fine if my fighting days were over DAVE: i was never into it DAVE: rose on the other hand was obviously itching to beat people up DAVE: one of those 12 year olds who wants to get jumped in an alley to work out her suppressed anger DIRK: Maybe Skaia did make a few miscalculations in dumping your asses with your respective guardians. I think you'd get along well with Roxy and her cats, make her budget her time away from the alcohol. DIRK: ...in theory. DIRK: Rose can go a few rounds with me if she wants, we still need to sort out who has the rights to document our legendary journies. DAVE: ill plan your funeral DAVE: what kind of flowers do you want DIRK: ...there's different kinds? DAVE: damn thats right you grew up in waterworld DAVE: these choices matter DAVE: allegedly theres a thing called "flower language" DAVE: whether you can actually send someone a boquet telling them to meet you in the pit i dont know DIRK: Like, I get that, in theory, different kinds of flowers exist. But I fully anticipate any attempt on my part to conjugate in the language of said plants would end in my coffin declaring my hovercraft was indeed full of eels. DIRK: Maybe it'll have thorns on it. Or it'll be like the sixteen millions tons of green bullshit covering my land and making my nose itch. DAVE: probably DIRK: Worst case scenario, I'll pick out something orange and present to a prospective love interest and it'll mean something like "my brotherly passion for you knows no boundaries, and also no homo". DAVE: my bro wouldnt go for flower arranging DAVE: or pink tiaras DAVE: he was pretty uptight about the whole rah rah macho act DAVE: probably subscribed to alpha males weekly DAVE: which is weird considering DAVE: well DAVE: youre gay right DIRK: Uh. DIRK: Well. DIRK: My symbolic quest land is not covered in green bullshit, but I. DIRK: Happen to like watching birds, if you know what I mean. DIRK: Fuck, you probably don't know what that means. Jake and his goddamn thousand euphemisms. DAVE: cant say i do no DIRK: Nobody knows what it means but Jake. It's an old time epithet for being into dudes. DIRK: He knows all the old epithets, including some I suspect he made up. DAVE: so DAVE: thats a yes DAVE: in a roundabout way that includes birds DIRK: I've never denied it. DIRK: I'm just. DIRK: Not a huge fan of the word. Why, in this world post-society, do we need to confine ourselves to labels like "gay"? Such constraints were washed away from my world with the rest of the human race. DAVE: holy shit that was such a pretentious dodge DAVE: dont let rose hear you say that DIRK: Rose can hear all she likes. DAVE: but anyway DAVE: i wasnt asking to get up all in your business like SOME PEOPLE DAVE: who are so into getting into other peoples businesses theyre basically the fucking mafia or the irs DAVE: but DAVE: it explains some stuff DAVE: but on the other hand it doesnt DAVE: the way you raised me was kinda aggressively mainstream masculine enough that it wasnt something that ever seemed to come up as an option DAVE: [describe that type of culture and mindset better later, I KNOW what i mean but im tired rn lmao] DAVE: and anything outside of that id just brush off because it couldnt apply to me DAVE: and that went for pretty much everything that went against what you wanted for me DAVE: including that DIRK: And yet, here the man was, subconsciously shrieking his desire for floppy felt dong through, DIRK: What I guess you could call his art, for want of any other applicable word at all. God, the mental images are crawling up the insides of my skull like the Exorcist child, do I want to know? DAVE: probably not DAVE: guess trying to act peak male has its drawbacks DAVE: weirdly enough troll culture is obsessively hyperviolent but doesnt give a shit about sexuality DAVE: they dont see the difference most of the time i guess DAVE: and so like DAVE: maybe it rubs off on you because in some ways that kind of makes sense DAVE: but after so long its hard to know what i feel and what it means because i spent so long ignoring it DAVE: so i guess i was wondering DAVE: if you had anything that might help with that DAVE: or if youre also trapped in this whirling screaming maelstrom of bullshit DAVE: while kinsey sits in the eye of the storm laughing DIRK: Wait, wait, wait. DIRK: You're coming to me. DIRK: For advice. DIRK: Do you know what a laughable hurricane of disaster my interpersonal life has been? DIRK: Like, in a weird way, I'm kind of honored, especially since about five hours ago you were scared shitless to be around me, but. DIRK: I'm standing here and waving my credentials in the air just to display how I don't fucking have any. My degree is a sham and my hands are empty except for a crudely scribbled on piece of construction paper. DAVE: are you suggesting theres a gay university DAVE: where you study bird watching DIRK: Do I look like a man who's been to college? DAVE: fair DAVE: but like DAVE: your friends know DAVE: how did you broach the subject there DIRK: I might as well have been dating a Yoko Ono for the devastation it wreaked on our friend group, so yeah, it was a little hard to ignore. DIRK: Compounded by the fact some smartass from Gay University was using my social circle for romance geometry homework. DIRK: It wasn't even a love triangle so much as a love roundabout. DAVE: ok but thats just because you were a dipshit not a gay dipshit DAVE: they were chill about the first part right DIRK: Thanks. DIRK: I mean... Roxy always seemed disappointed. DAVE: luckily i dont think anyones waiting in line for me DAVE: i guess im blowing it out of proportion DAVE: i dont think anyone will MIND DAVE: no one did about rose and kanaya DAVE: didnt even question the vampire bit which goes to show what our lives are like these days DAVE: like ok our outfit has vampires now DAVE: thats a thing that we have DAVE: if i say oh hey i might be bisexual theyll just say sure pull up a chair at the acronym table DAVE: the only one who might be weird about it is john DAVE: but hed be just as weird if i told him id changed my favorite color hes just like that DAVE: the only person its really a big deal for is me DIRK: Jane was a little bit like that. I'm pretty sure the only reason she had to object was because she found out the day I made a move on her crush. DIRK: It might just be growing up in a household where you're not regularly fighting for your life, and thus what genders are kissing whom has the space to be higher on your priority list. DAVE: that aint anyones priority these days DAVE: im prepared to acknowledge the concept that hey maybe everyone elses lives dont revolve around me and my personal drama or self revelations might have some merit at least as a hypothesis DAVE: when i met kid english he kept going on about how i was the most important person and everyone else was side characters DAVE: and maybe ive acted like that sometimes DIRK: Yeah, like you alone are the one responsible for everyone around you. DAVE: and maybe ive acted like i think that way too sometimes DAVE: ive been wrong about people DAVE: people i care about people i shouldve known better DAVE: i was wrong because i wanted to believe things that matched how i wanted the world to be DAVE: things that made it easier for the story i was telling myself DAVE: i dont think kid english meant to call me on it but damn DIRK: Reality is, after all, something we construct for ourselves. DIRK: I think maybe I knew that all along when I surfaced for air inbetween shoving my head as far up my ass as it would go. DIRK: Or maybe that's just what I try to tell myself in hindsight. DAVE: well if it takes a hyperactive 12 year old version of the final bosss creepy hero worship of me to make a point i guess thats not the least subtle way the universe has sent me a message lately DIRK: You want unsubtle? Let me tell you about my damn planet quest. DAVE: haha DAVE: i didnt have to do much of my quest because im invisible DAVE: thanks mom DIRK: My denizen practically sat me down like it was my life coach and growled in my ear about improving my communication skills with a guy I told to go fuck himself not eighteen hours prior. DIRK: So while I'm glad SBURB has a vested interest in me repairing my friendships, playing electroshock death DDR with him was a little on the nose. DAVE: maybe getting shot again wasnt that bad DAVE: so weve all learned our life lessons good job team DIRK: Exactly. Can we wrap this up now? Can we please go rest? DIRK: I'm so exhausted I haven't even noticed I'm still hungover. DAVE: sure thing DAVE: but if i need tips on leaping out of a closet to intimidate passerby i might text you DIRK: I mean, I can try. As long as you don't ask me for dating tips. That, I definitely shouldn't be helping you with. DIRK: Go talk to your sister for that. DIRK: ...wouldn't she, by the transitive property of siblings, also be my sister? DAVE: yeah i guess DAVE: but theres no way in hell im asking rose for dating advice DAVE: on her first date which she refused to admit was romantically oriented she got wasted in anticipation forgot to show up and then fell down the stairs DIRK: Oh my god. DAVE: she tries to look like shes got her shit together but its a lie DAVE: if you find my corpse floating on lolar in the next few hours dont let the truth die with me DIRK: Why are we like this? DIRK: Is there actually something hardwired into our DNA that predisposes us to being disasters? DIRK: But, that aside. DIRK: I won't object if it's me you come to talk to. DAVE: ill hold you to it DAVE: and if you ever want to publicly you admit you DAVE: "enjoy birdwatching" DAVE: in less vague and evasive terms DAVE: ill have your back DIRK: Thanks.

#bonus content

[ashitanomars]

Yoko’s Solitary Plan pt. 4

Yoko arched a fine brow at the mention of waffles. She also couldn't help but smile. Of course Yabuki-kun would indulge himself on sweet, baked goods.  

"Okay then," she began, "Do you know any places that make them very well, Yabuki-kun?" Yoko inquired. "They aren't all that common here, especially around Namidabashi, you know."

"Yeah... its not the particular Hometown Flavor." Joe replied. "Ah, wait just a second, I think I may know a place! I've been there once or twice before." Joes eyes lit up at the memories, and he continued rubbing his chin and contemplating. 

Yoko, still sitting at ringside took the trousers that Joe had thrown to her, and as he stood in thought, she threw them back at him and hopped off the ring. Hitting him square in the head, the pants uncrumpled, wrapping a leg around his neck, they hung around his face. 

"Hey!! What's the matter?" Joe asked.

Yoko sauntered toward Joe slowly. With each step, she swayed her hips a little extra, and watched Joe's gaze as he was surely noticing this. 

"Just because I'm wearing your sweater, Joe..." Yoko started, still moving towards him. "that doesnt mean I'm wearing the rest of your clothes too!" she almost laughed.

Joe watched curious as ever, as Yoko quickly scooped up her lavender dress, and backed into the shower room. 

"Just give me a moment to change back... I think it would raise more suspicion if there appeared to be two Joe Yabuki's having a quiet breakfast together.."

Yoko closed the door to the shower room, and quickly began to change back into her dress. Joe's thoughts drifted for a moment to the idea of there being two of himself. A wide smile crept across his face. He imagined sparring himself for almost a full day straight, neither Joe wanting to stay down no matter how many times the other would knock him down... the idea of literally fighting against himself never occurred to Joe before, and he found it incredibly thrilling. 

Yoko emerged from the shower room, once again wearing her usual stylish finery. Joe looked up to the door as Yoko emerged. Seeing her again like this, was like a different personality or something, Joe thought to himself.  Everytime he'd ever seen her, she was almost always dressed very keen, or made up nicely or something. Joe never thought she was the kind of girl to scheme and then sneak into your boxing gym to peep on you and then make-out. He blushed a tiny bit with that. In any case, Joe wasn't sure "which Yoko" he liked better yet. All these thoughts of dopplegangers and double personalities were making Joe's head spin, as if he wasn’t already light-headed enough as it is from these curious events today. While inside the shower room changing, Yoko had carefully folded up Joe's old sweater and then placed it down on the nearby table, lightly patting it down as she did so. Casting her gaze over to Joe now, she straightened up, and lightly brushed the front of her dress a bit. 

"So, Yabuki-kun what is this place you're talking about?" she asked.

"It's called the Rocking-Horse. It's a coffee shop." Joe replied, as he slipped on his shoes, and already grabbed his coat, flinging it over his shoulder. "Let's go! I'm so hungry, I could eat an actual Horse." He said. 

"I believe I know that place as well, Yabuki-kun." she replied sunnily, she then added, "You don't expect to walk there, do you?" 

Joe looked over his shoulder to her and said "No, I don't expect *you* to walk there." he grinned. "We don't have a telephone, I'm gonna run to the phone booth, and call a taxi down to Namidabashi for you, Shiraki Ojo-sama." he quipped. 

“Just a moment, Joe...”

Yoko smiled and laughed along with Joe, as she reached into her dress pocket and produced a small folded note. She approached him and took his hand, placing the note into it. She then closed his hand around the note, and holding it she pulled him close to whisper softly near.  

"Call this number, let it ring once and then hang up. A car will arrive within half an hour..." she paused to bite her lip before explaining further

"If you hurry, we'll have more alone time.." as she finished, she gave a small sigh, and stole a kiss.

Joe, astonished, simply blinked as Yoko softly kissed his bottom lip. She then smiled warmly, her eyes seemed to sparkle and her cheeks rosy. Letting go of his hand, she gave Joe a playful nudge, towards the front door of the Tange Gym.

"Go on Yabuki-kun, breakfast is waiting for us!"  

Joe's eyes widened a bit and his jaw dropped a little. Then he smiled, chuckled a bit, and started off toward the stairs up to the main road. She really knew how to put a plan together... 

Yoko watched Joe, skipping a little bit and hooting as he lightly jogged, punching at the air, along the road towards the phone booth. Her warm smile, slowly turned to a more lustful grin. Taking a few steps outside the Tange Gym, the sun had risen enough to cast brilliant light on the nearby river, and more importantly, it cleared the overpass, illuminating the front lawn of the gym, if you could call it that. Yoko turned to look at the opposite riverbank, over to where she had instructed the driver with a company car to wait.

The driver stood outside of the car, leaning against the hood, watching Yabuki depart through a pair of binoculars. Glancing down toward the Tange Gym, he could see Yoko standing out front, waving toward him slightly.  Reaching into his sport coat pocket, he produced a stopwatch. Yabuki shrank a little further into the distance, as the driver continued his surveillance. Before long, the mobile car phone rang a single time and the driver clicked the stopwatch, which would count down 35 minutes. Through the binoculars he could see Yabuki return to the gym, where Yoko stood just outside the door. When he approached, the driver could see Yoko take Joe’s hand, they embraced one another disappearing into the Tange Gym. The door closed so quickly and loudly behind them, the driver could hear it across the river. He let out a sigh and slowly got into the car, lit himself a cigarette and turned on the radio to wait before picking Yoko and Joe up in half an hour.

#ashita no joe #fanfic #joeko #joe yabuki #yoko shiraki #text

[sinsfox]

Care to tell us about Ban's depression and all?

yoko you just had to ask this since i mentioned it to you huh

OF COURSE I CAN TALK ABT IT

this is gonna get long, so ima put it under the cut but theres going to be content warning galore, but itll be tagged

im really not going to beat around the bush here. 

i headcanon ban to have depression, but at this point, it seems to me to be implied that he does. would it be professionally diagnosed? fuck no. ban gives less than a shit about himself, i dont think he would be obligated to figure out why he feels hollow or dulled. why life is a bore, and he only ever feels alive in a fight or when hes ‘killed’.

to him its a feeling he can easily shrug off and ignore and he easily puts up a front of being the easy going, out there kind of guy that he is. eccentric and melodious in his tone, fight enthusiastic and seemingly taking his interest in whatever seems convenient at the time. stealing what he wants, even if its the clothes off someones back. drinking ale and laughing it up like no tomorrow until he passes out.

but at the end of the day, hes lonely. hes tired. despite the things that are fun that he does have fun with, its still hard to completely forget the void that he feels and how much duller things seem nowadays ever since the incident in the fairy kings forest.

it only got worse since that day.

his childhood was the start of it all.

his parents neglected him and his sister. his little sister died from starvation at four years old. that was the first time ban felt alone. his parents cared nothing for them. ban was used to try and obtain food for his mother and father, while not being allowed to eat himself. his father would beat him if he did eat. his father would beat him if ban even slept. it wasnt a good environment. ban ran away from home often.

then ban was caught stealing and was sent to prison and that was where he met zhivago and they escaped together. and ban took to secretly meeting zhivago whenever he could and was given food by him to eat. zhivago helped him survive. zhivago taught ban all he needed to know about thieving and even saved his life from starvation and from being kidnapped and almost being sold to a noblewoman who tortured and killed children.

zhivago adopted ban. he referred to ban as his son in a conversation with ban himself. telling him how he had one son named therion who was nothing like ban, a shy kid. and how he had another son named ban who was a troublemaker with a bad mouth.

hearing that made ban happy. and he felt like he had family again.

then one day when they were to do a heist together, ban got impatient and went on his own. and got caught by the guards and was beaten by them. and zhivago was handed two choices: save ban or save therion. ultimately zhivago made his choice and abandoned ban ( he was crying when he made his choice ) for the sake of saving his own son, which he was too late in doing.

that was the second time ban felt alone in the world.

years pass, ban is a bandit now. he goes after the fountain of youth after hearing talk of it in a bar. he enters the fairy kings forest. he persists in getting to the fountain. thats when he meets elaine. and in seven days he grew close to her and helped her battle her seven hundred years of loneliness. and he fell in love with her and was going to bring her brother back to the forest, and make him take her place so ban could take her away.

but then a demon attacked. and elaine, who ban wanted to save with the fountain of youth, fed the water to ban which made him immortal. and he kills the demon, but elaine dies before he can even begin to help her.

that is the third time ban felt alone in the world.

and he was heart broken.

its at this point in time that ban believe he cannot be close to anyone, for they are going to leave him. by dying or by abandoning him. he refuses to fight when he is arrested and accused of a false crime but what can he do. he has no proof against their claim, and they cannot do anything to an immortal being. so he takes the brunt of it all and allows himself to be executed over and over again in his time captured.

its at this point that ban wishes he could die. because he doesnt want to live. not when he had nothing to consider a family from his little sister dying so young, his parents neglecting and abusing him. zhivago was his ideal father, he never held a grudge against the man for abandoning him but it still left a hefty hole for ban to carry. and elaine was killed before him and she used the last of her strength to save him instead of herself.

he was powerless to stop any of this from happening. despite that he was only a child, that he was just a human.

meeting meliodas was another of the happier moments in his life. when the man busted him out of prison, literally punching him through the wall, ban knew immediately that meliodas was someone he did not want to lose. there was an interest gained in this man. ban didnt want meliodas to disappear on him. he didnt want him to leave like the rest.

of course history happens, ban gets imprisoned by the weird fangs when he hears that meliodas had passed ( a lie ). and he endures torture yet again to ease the emptiness that wracks his being. bans stated before that dying is just another part of life for him. a daily occurrence. hes mentioned before that hes felt like dying. that its been a long time since he felt like dying.

it doesnt change the fact that hes felt that way.

there are points in time where ban berates himself. degrades himself. hes called himself a bad person. hes referred to himself as a useless piece of shit. that hes powerless. that hes an awful friend. all in regards to being unable to protect those he loves and cares about.

ban cares little about his own well being. its why he fights as reckless as he does, aside from his immortality. ban does not care about himself. theres nothing he likes about him. theres… nothing. he feels nothing for himself. he doesnt even consider himself human anymore unless hes referred to as one.

one wouldnt even think ban feels or thinks this way considering the way he is, as i said before. its easy to think ban is someone who doesnt feel that way but really its been eating at him for over the entirety of his life. ever since his childhood. ever since elaine died. 

and he has terrible ways of coping with it all.

ban drinks himself silly. he lets himself get brutally murdered just come back to life and have it done again when he fights. he seeks out getting arrested to endure torture to feel something than nothing. because hes so tired of feeling nothing.

but in the end, no one except meliodas and elaine ( and king ) are capable of telling really telling bans actual emotions and the way he feels. because around them he drops the face of the fox sin everyone knows. because hes tired. hes empty. he can fake a smile and really well at that. he can put on the face of excitement, the outgoing personality and passion he can exude when needed. but at the end of the day, those feelings and thoughts are still there.

ban has, since gaining immortality, fantasized about death. idealized it. wished he could die. because being immortal is boring. living and dying near constantly runs dry after a time and to think that dying is a daily part of life now is cruel to him when he wakes up like nothing happened.

it was worse when the rumor meliodas had died got around, after hed finally learned to be happy again after the loss of elaine.

when he learned meliodas was indeed alive, and was busted out of baste dungeon to reunite with meliodas, he was happy again.

when the ten commandments and demon clan were released from their seal, and melascula using her magic with the venegeful soul revival, elaine was resurrected and ban was able to reunite with her too, after quelling her anger and hate towards those who had spent their time around ban when she could note and melascula still being kept alive kept elaine alive.

ban was made all the more happier then, too.

but elaine can read bans heart like fairies can. meliodas can read ban like a book because theyre best friends and meliodas understands ban just as ban understands him. and hes able to be open with them, more so than anyone else.

they are the only two he can really be truthful with in regards to his emotions because they are the only two that he trusts enough to let his guard down around and let them see the side that he hides from everyone else.

because he doesnt need more people worrying or whatever in his mind. he doesnt need peoples concerns when hes fine by technicality because hes immortal and nothing will ever come of anything even if he tried to do something. his sense of self-worth is abyssal, he cares so little about himself. hed rather everyone around him be okay and happy than have people worrying over him because its something hes felt for a long time, a very long time. something hes dealt with all on his own ( until elaine and meliodas came into his life ) and hed rather not include anymore people in it.

ban has gotten the short and shit end of the stick too many times to count. hes lost people. hes been unable to save people. he feels powerless in situations he cant do anything to change or fix. he berates himself over these things.

and he tries to keep others out of it because its not something they should deal with, its his own problem. but its hard to deal with it when he doesnt want to. he wants it to go away, he wants to stop feeling and thinking it. but its hard when its constant and he cant do anything about it. aside from drown himself in ale and liquor. and fight so recklessly and with abandon because hell be fine, hell come out unscathed and it gives him something to better focus his energy on than the hollow dull ache in his chest.

thats about the long and short of it

#cxrsedsilence #*letters. ⟨ ask. ⟩ #*record information. ⟨ headcanon. ⟩ #theres rlly content warning all over the place for this #jesus christ but anyways #suicide mention cw. #abuse mention cw. #death mention cw. #alcohol mention cw. #UH LEMME KNOW IF I NEED OTHER TAGS FOR THIS I THINK THOSE ARE THE BIG ONES HERE THOUGH

[salora-rainriver]

Im not going to jump to any conusions, I know for a fact that mugis fans are not the greatest people but, what exactly happened to kickstart all of this?

Well since you asked nicely…

My good friend arcana (used to teach asian history, has stopped doing that for the moment because she’s goin back to school) found official-mugi sharing a tweet from Yoko Taro about how outsiders should stop whining. Arcana decided to point out to Mugi that he and his ilk were taking that tweet out of its original cultural context, that japan doesnt give a shit about the sjws and this tweet was actually about hypercritical otaku culture. Someone asked arcana nicely for clarification so you can see a clarification here: https://redarcanacustom.tumblr.com/post/173977341319/pardon-me-for-asking-but-can-you-briefly

Mugi did not take this criticism nicely, blocked Arcana and started vagueing her. That’s when I came in like a white knight to chew this weeb out for dismissing the input of someone who is Actually Knowledgable and Experienced On This Subject.

Mugi thought I was Arcana’s sockpuppet.

That’s fucking hilarious.

So now I’m on a mad quest to ensure that this asshole feels even the slightest modicum of shame because he does not know when to accept that maybe he was wrong about a thing.

Also the dude lusts after high schoolers (check his waifu list) and that’s fucked up so I hated him already.

[alienbrainwave]

I was tagged by @myfullmetalheartt – thank you! i love doing these things now that i have a computer im on regularly :>

I put links to the songs in the song names if anyone is interested!

RULES: We’re snooping on your playlist. Set your entire music library on shuffle and report the first 10 songs that pop up. Then choose 10 victims

1) All Alone - Gorillaz

Lol really the only song that came up thats in english thats not an anime song… i swear my ipod isnt just kpop

Close your eyes and see / When there ain’t no light / All you’ll ever be / Come and save the night / ‘Cause I don’t leave / When the morning comes, it doesn't  / Seem to say an awful lot to me 

2) Take The Dive - Jonghyun

Jonghyun’s songs are all really special for me… He was my bias in SHINee when I first was ever into kpop when i was like… 14…. The news of his death this past December was really hard

I stop breathing, maybe before I knew it / It was the moment I discovered you

3) If You Do- GOT7

Im actually not really into GOT7 a whole lot but I really like this song lol 

Your major is saying the same thing over and over / You force me to do things to please you / I am tired of these trials with already known results / I’m desperate to break free

4) Cocktail- Jonghyun

This… Is actually my favorite Jonghyun song. I dont even know how many times i listened to it on repeat and just cried the days following the news of his death

Spread it before you like an extreme panorama / Now that I / I took another drink of you without any reservations

5) ( ok this one just says Track 6 on my ipod but im pretty sure its like… Shohmyoh from the AKIRA soundtrack )

AKIRA is my ALL TIME favorite movie. I also love the manga with all my heart

(Shohmyoh doesnt really have lyrics.. it has some chanting….)

6) HANGSANG - J-Hope ft. Supreme Boi

J-Hopes solo album literally gives me life… toppin charts 

Every time I open my eyes I’m on the cover of a magazine / It’s like I own a house on top of the chart

7) A Supplementary Story: You Never Walk Alone - BTS

THIS is one of my absolute favorite BTS songs ( its actually really weird that both this and spring day happened to come on shuffle… ) It helps me out when im feeling down 

At the end of this road you walk alone / Will you step on it, whatever there may be / Sometimes we may get tired or sick / That’s okay, I am by your side / If you and I are together / We can smile

8) Golden Time Lover- Sukima Switch

What can i say…. its FMA lol of course i love it 

Loss of control and perpetual / Sense that luck and light are fading / No more ruminating / Shake the strife off your life or keep on waiting

9) Spring Day- BTS

Ok TALK about the LOOKS in this mv tho? RM’s purple hair? Iconic. The choreography? Iconic. BTS is my favorite group they mean so much to me 

Like a tiny dust that floats in the air / Like a tiny dust / If the flying snow is me / I could’ve reached you / A little faster

10) Gravity -Written by Yoko Kanno (i think) Preformed by Maaya Sakamoto 

Wolf’s Rain is easily in my Top Five animes. Easily. I highly recommend to EVERYONE. 

Still the road keeps on telling me to go on / Something is pulling me / I feel the gravity / Of it all 

 lol this got really long- sorry :’) i dont really have 10 people so im taggin @nedsseveredhead , @exventospes . @diolis , @mangosandchili – only do it if you want to!!

#me #tunes

[torchkeeper]

Never-Ending Survey: Gan Arulaq

Rules: Repost, do not reblog

Tagged by: I steal and have no dignity @lightdevoid

Tagging:  Nah

BASICS.

FULL NAME: Gan Arulaq

NICKNAME: see bio but also most common one is Fool

AGE:  20

BIRTHDAY:  (8/17) 17th Sun of the Fourth Umbral Moon

ETHNIC GROUP: Au Ra || Xaela

NATIONALITY: N/A

LANGUAGE/S:  Arulaq dialect (and near total deviation from Xaelic standard), Eorzean Common, good luck with anything else lmao 

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Bisexual

ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Bisexual

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single

HOME TOWN / AREA: A really, really, really remote mountain valley on the Azim Steppe

CURRENT HOME:  Not too close but not too far from his master

PROFESSION: himbo respected adventurer/peacekeeper and works with the Scions when needed

PHYSICAL.

HAIR: Short red and black hair that i chose bc the cut is closest to Him

EYES: he green and theyre glowy cuz...Limbal Rings hell yea

FACE: c h i n, bright eyes, naturally dramatic expressions 

LIPS: half thicc but they gave up

COMPLEXION: light copper, like when you see Mars surface from space

BLEMISHES: No 

SCARS: Not a lot tbh, I would say just one or two that are serious and lots more (but still low) that are just from mundane things

TATTOOS: No

HEIGHT: 7′1

WEIGHT: 200 ponz

BUILD: B i g, athletic and lean

FEATURES: big hands! long tail! big horns! he is a stretched JPEG brought to life, deep mischievous voice

ALLERGIES: None he is cleaner than a whistle

USUAL HAIR STYLE: He is combing it back daily (even if its short) or whenever it gets out of place, rarely touches his thin bangs tho

USUAL FACE LOOK:  like he’s trying to figure out math and losing, confused at something, or smiling and laughing

USUAL CLOTHING: If he needs to wear clothes he Must show his titties somehow, even if just a bit, also shorts/capris but sometimes sleek form fitting pants- honestly my inspo was JJBA characters but replicate it through what FFXIV has

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR/S: Dying to leave his son behind, failure especially toward someone he values, not being enough

ASPIRATION/S: To make his loved ones proud of him, making the world a better place where he can (that can be from treating individuals kindly to world saving events)

POSITIVE TRAITS: Loyal, funny, courteous, determined in resolving serious conflicts, gravitates by instinct to help others

NEGATIVE TRAITS:  Naive, stubborn, oblivious, can get in over his head and harm himself in the process

TEMPERAMENT: Easy going and can be emotional

ANIMALS: Chocobo, birds, turtles, horses

VICE HABIT/S: More food in one sitting than a person should have-pays for it later with his stomach (a habit Vaste gave him), when he gets confused he needs a moment to get his emotion out before he rationalizes, easily focuses on one thing at a time

FAITH: Makes his head hurt so he doesn’t really bother

GHOSTS?: Yes, he’s heard many stories about the ones that follow Vaste, Ardbert’s WoDs are now the foster family he doesn’t know he has

AFTERLIFE?: Yes, see above

REINCARNATION?: Yes

POLITICAL ALIGNMENT: Are you corrupt and abusing power? You die

EDUCATION LEVEL: Virtually none, only knows survival skills and things he’s been taught or observed on the road, he can kinda read and has his master helping him (but really him and her are both not great she’s still at a junior high level and he’s close behind- Alphinaud and others are their teachers)

FAMILY.

FATHER : Ded

MOTHER : Ded

SIBLINGS : No

EXTENDED FAMILY: Ded

NAME MEANING/S: Bold in Mongolian 

HISTORICAL CONNECTION?: None specific other than traditionally being considered a strong boys name, thus respected

FAVORITES.

BOOK: He loves any book he’s managed to read on his own, his recipe books are A+ to him

DEITY: He doesnt follow it but Rhalgar’s pretty metal

HOLIDAY: Moonfire Faire

MONTH: Finding pretty places in all of them

SEASON: Summer

PLACE: Can’t choose

WEATHER:  Sunny and fair, some breeze, he doesn’t mind cold too much as he was raised in it but not his first pick, rain

SOUND / S: Water, horse hooves, bubbling food he’s making, laughter, cicadas

SCENT / S: Food, herbs, the sea, wild plants like in a forest

TASTE / S: Spicy food, smoked food, stuff that has a sense of kick and weight

FEEL / S:

ANIMAL / S: Birds, turtles, horses, but he’s also unafraid to mess with non lethal snakes, scaring Vaste half to death in the process

NUMBER: Makes his head hurt

COLORS: Blues, reds, dark purple, black, orange

EXTRA.

TALENTS: He can bake, he can cook- The Bismarck should hire him, horseback riding via his childhood, spear fighting, telling jokes and lighting people up from bad moods

BAD AT: Fully recognizing what others want if they aren’t clear about it, doesn’t like guns so his aim with them is bad, complex math, opening up when he’s annoyed

TURN ONS: Shiina, people who he finds pretty, kind, and made with a tough will

TURN OFFS: Cruelty and sadism (as in getting off on pain/murder, fear, and humiliation that dehumanizes others, not the BDSM), people who are rude and demand a lot or walk all over others thinking they’re above everything

HOBBIES: Baking, sewing, training, practicing his reading, sightseeing

TROPES: Gentle giant, big muscles not as big brain, shy but passionate romantic, loyal to his friends

QUOTES: “What is Courage? Courage is knowing fear and making that fear your own!” - William A. Zeppeli

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 : If you could write your character your way in their own movie, what would it be called, what style would it be filmed in, and what would it be about?      

A1 :  Wes Anderson directed mayhem similar in tone to The Grand Budapest Hotel covering his life in short so far (I would’ve said Satoshi Kon too but he unfortunately passed years ago)

Q2 :  What would their soundtrack/score sound like?          

A2 : Yoko Kanno, which speaks for itself because how do you even begin pinpointing Kanno’s work to one thing

Q3 :  Why did you start writing this character?        

A3 : Haven’t rly yet but I’d like to, love the idea of that (and the one time I did “write” for him tumblr ate it)

Q4 : What first attracted you to this character?        

A4 : I was playing with CC a year ago and when he came out I loved him immediately

Q5 : Describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.

A5 :  He can be mature and responsible but he’s still young enough to rush into things

Q6 :  What do you have in common with your muse?          

A6 :  I’m decent at cooking, I have some horseback riding experience, I hate when I can’t understand someone and I get an impulse to act over think at emotional peaks

Q7 :  How does your muse feel about you?        

A7 :  He is confused and horrified to now know he’s basically a Sim but in an FF game

Q8 : What characters does your muse have interesting interactions with?

A8 : His mentor/best friend, his lover, his son bc he is the sweetest dad, someone new

Q9 :  What gives you inspiration to write your muse?    

A9 : I don’t fully understand yet which is why I started this blog, but putting him in in-jokes and memes is definitely a factor lmao

Q10 : How long did this take you to complete?  

A10 : I did part of it during an all nighter then passed out, woke up to finish

#hc #its been 10000 years since i filled out a serious character sheet but i used to do this a lot rping Nozomi Tojo

[ramblyravingnnjashark]

Nier Automata - Genius and Madness

the works of Yoko Taro are something that have eluded me for most of my life, and that I have given very little attention to. Probably for good reasons because from the outside, the gameplay of his games range from Mediocre to Average at best and I consider myself a very "gameplay First" person. Some of my Freinds would rave about Drakengard and how weird it is but that didnt quite convince me to look into them much further. However, one Fateful Day a little game called "Nier Automata" was announced, a sequel to Yoko Taros Xbox 360/PS3 game Nier with a little line of Text that would change things in an instant

                                   "Developed by PlatinumGames"

now friends of mine will know that, PlatinumGames is one of my alltime favourite Game Devs for their Crazy High skill Character Action Beat em up titles, containing Larger than Life characters and great and tight Gameplay that owes their roots in the Arcade games of old, which is something I have a appreciation for.

So, with a combination like this I finally decided to take on this series, by means of watching Youtube essays about it because goddamn, the gameplay in these games can get rather mind numbing sadly but honestly? Yoko Taro mighta earned himself now a nice cushy place as one of my favourite Directors, right next to  Hideki Kamiya and Hideo Kojima themselves.

But there is one thing I realised from watching these Essays and actually playing one of them it is one thing to watch a guy sum this series up for you, its a whole different thing to watch the Insanity for yourself

because the works of Yoko Taro arent stories about Heroic Knights slaying Demons and Evil Dragons, or Loving Fathers/older Brothers trying to survive the Fall of Humanity with their Daughters/Little Sisters

they are stories about Love, Hate, War, the meaninglessness of the Universe and the Hope growing from it, what it means to be Human, and what it means to lose all reason and go complete and genuinely Mad

(there will be spoilers, so be warned if you wish to expirience these games yourself!)

so originally, this was gonna be a brief recap of Drakengard and Nier, but then I realised I couldnt do these games justice so I just link this and this recap of these games that should give you a good idea what these games are about but to keep it brief

Drakengard is essentially to RPGs what Evangelion was to Mecha Anime, and thats a fairly approviate comparsion when you just look at, this

its also notable for how it handles its different endings, usually referred to as Ending A, Ending B etc, Ending E of the first Drakengard game was a Joke ending that nontheless became the basis for the setting of Nier, a ruined Planet Earth set hundreds of years after the Fall of Humanity about a Father (in the Western Releases) or a Older Brother (Japanese release) having to fend for himself and his Daughter/Younger Sister in a world under constant threat of creatures known as Heartless Shades

both these games are interesting, because their gameplay is nothing special, in the case of Drakengard its outright terrible,they got mediocre reviews and poor sales and yet these games have a dedicated Cult following and  tons of Novels, Audio Dramas, Manga and even Stage Plays that expand the Universes of these games and its lore

and thats for a simple reason: these games may have mediocre gameplay but, their Stories, their Characters, their Art Direction is actually of fairly high quality featuring intriguing Characters and worldbuilding that makes you invested in them regardless I mean, theres a entire exchange in Nier thats entireley between two Magical Talking Books for cryin out loud, and its one of the best parts of the game!

however, these games have thus far had a life as just that, Cult Classics, that didnt manage to garner a mainstream audience due to its aforementioned quirks, the Gameplay just could never stand up to the well written stories of these games

this is where PlatinumGames comes into play

now, the gameplay of Automata I honestly felt like was more on par with what Revengeance offered: there is stuff you can do with it but all in all its below the likes of Bayonetta and Devil May Cry 3 but thats not to say its poor, of course not, it doesnt encourage you to try anything other than just Mash about, but thats Fine, theres also Chips that your characters can even equip Chips that enhance their abilities and giv e them new ones such as a Bayonetta style Parry and Witch time or give them Heals upon Killing the enemy and while the actual enviroments can be a bit of a chore to go through (until you get Fast Travel), it still felt good to Parkour your way through them, nice snappy and smooth which gives me hopes they take a cue or two from this game for Bayonetta 3 in that regard at least

another thing I loved is the Soundtrack itself. Now I dont consider myself a musical person, however I can tell when a Song is used perfectly, and in Automata? Every Song is used to actual perfection. Music to me can be the deciding factor wether a Area or Scene in a Game or Movie is Garbage, Forgettable or Legendary, and for Automata, every song makes each area fall niceley into the latter fortunatly. One Standout track for me is Birth of a Wish (Become as Gods) a retake of an earlier song that adds in additional Chorus, and the Theme for Pascals village which is a cute Melody involving Children singing.

now onto the game itself, Route A puts you in the sexy and Lucious Thigh High boots of YoRHa Unit 2B, whereas Route B puts you in the cute Boy shorts of her Partner and mostly Good Boy YoRHa Unit 9S both tasked with ridding the world of Machine Lifeforms and making Earth inhabitable for the Humans stuck on the Moon again Both Routes play out roughly the same, 2B plays like a Standard Character Action Heroine with Lights and Heavies and such, whereas 9S is mainly focused around his ability to hack enemies and engage into brief SHMUP segments.

of the two I felt like 2B was a little more fun to play all in all, the Hacking was fine but also felt a teeny bit like a pace breaker but not too much, at least until late in Route B the game throws curvebals and unique hacking segments into the mix

a thing Yoko Taro games have been very good at showing, is showing the process of a Person losing their mental stability and throwing it all away to become a one track minded Mad Man and I find that interesting.

Drakengard had a good example when the Character Inuart completley loses it and becomes obsessed with bringing back his Dead Love interest, causing here to turn into the monster posted above. Automata meanwhile, shows this also but with Machines, being that shouldnt even go mad in the first place but become Insane with concepts like Revenge, Fear or other. Now I am not a Psychology Major or anything but I cant help but feel "this is Intriguing", not sure if thats a bad thing or anything but thats how it is.

now, Route C is where officialy the PlatinumGame ends and the Yoko Taro game begins, in that things become utterly, utterly Bleak. Not to say it was happy funtime before, many of the sidequests end on a very sour or outright terrible note, but here? Shits gon Bad!

YoRHa falls, everyone on the Protagonists homebase dies or becomes infected with a Virus that makes them go insane, 2B dies and 9S is severeley wounded and has his mental state utterly ruined by seeing 2B, his Love interest, die. from this Point onward, you play as Either A2, a former YoRHa gone Rogue and 9S as he tries to kill every last Machine Lifeform, and as hes utterly loses his mind. Focusing entireley on his one Goal so that maybe, he can find Death and be with 2B in the Afterlife.

this is where the game really became interesting to me. Gradually 9S goes from this sweet pure boy to a Violent Mess that only wants to Kill and Kill and Kill, Over and Over, its a Interesting Development for such a Character I feel. A2 meanwhile, while still a Great Character and a Blast to play, I felt like was severeley underutilized, getting very little playtime compared to 2B and 9S, with most of her greatest character Development limited to a Japan only Stage play that got a short text recap on a terminal. and it just goes from there and it keeps going, plot twists happen, reveals happen, callbacks to the first Nier and Drakengard 1 happen, its just this huge Mountain of themes and stuff to uncover and analyse. references to old Philosophers and the Concept of Nihilism itself ebing explored, little details that popped up in the early game and now have much greater meaning, its....actually incredible?

I dont think I ever played a game that had so much going on, the last time I think I did was, Metal Gear Solid 3, maybe?! I think....this might actually be one of the best written games I ever played?

and there is still so much content I could go through, the Stage Plays, the Novels, theres probably a buncha Audio Dramas for it too already its like, Jesus christ. and then theres Ending E, which while rather difficult (and probably causes at least 4 people to fucking hate my Guts) was probably one of the best ending sequences I seen in recent years, I'm not gonna go into detail what it is because, it needs to be seen to be belived, but I find it genuiley incredible.

I dont think theres a single game in the Drakengard and Nier series I would actually consider my "Favourite Game", maybe Nier Automata but thats up for consideration still, but I think I can safeley say that both games story as a whole is easily up there with Metal Gear as  one of my favourite Game stories out there, and friends and followers of mine would know by now how much I love that Franchise and its wacky insane story, Drakengard and Nier are special little series that you dont see enough of these days, but maybe thats for the better

I'm not gonna say "Nier Automata rekindled my love for video games" or anything, but I am glad I got to expirience these two series.

#Recent Ramblings #Ramblings #Ninja Original