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ye-olde-sodor · 1 year

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Night Talks (CotL Fic PT 3)

Gordon gazed of into the distance from the castle balcony. His eyes glanced down at the sight of the city of Vicarstown below him. Vicarstown, the largest city on the Island, connecting the Mainland to Sodor itself, looked so small from the palace in the sky.

When 10 had took control of the island, the Diesel works had ascended into the sky, shifting and morphing from the ranshack sheds that the Diesels dared to call home into a grand and wonderous palace that could rival that of Windsor itself.

Gordon turned his back from the view and leaned against the railing of the balcony. He felt the cold autumn wind brush against his face and arms as he turned his attention to the archway. The light of the moon seemed to shimmer around him and the balcony railing. As Gordon look at the grand arch, a small, thin man in a red turtleneck and black overalls had appeared.

Diesel, the appointed magic scholar, had returned from his trip from the bar. Gordon scoffed at him as he approached.

"You're fifteen minutes late, Rudolph. Any later and you would've had to deal with the Patrols."

"Yeah yeah," the diesel mocked. "It's not my fault we had to take the roads."

Gordon became cross at the mention of roads. "You took the roads?! You're a diesel, why didn't you just travel by rail?!"

"Hey, blame Dodge, not me!" the thin man proclaimed. "His engine failed last week, remember?"

Gordon blinked. He had heard of Dodge's engine, but had assumed all had been fixed. He also assumed that Dodge would've just climbed into one of his colleagues cabs and driven home. Then again, after living with them for so long, he knew the diesels tend to make things more complicated than they would've been had they just used their heads. At least they were typically creative in their poor decisions.

He rolled his eyes at the man but decided to drop the subject. "Just...try to get back here on time next time. I'd hate for you to get mixed up with the patrols."

Diesel, surprisingly enough, felt guilty. Gordon was one of the few engines on the railway that had a fondness for Diesel, although he's not exactly sure why.

In a surprising turn of events, Gordon had stayed with the Diesels after his fight with Diesel 10 and had been working for them ever since. He'd gotten along with the other diesels better than anyone would've expected...and he became especially close to 10.

Diesel wasn't the only one who noticed this change in the prideful engine's notion towards diesels. Many suspected that it had to do with what had happened in the fight between the two of them. While he himself wasn't present for it, he knew that the mysterious Gold Dust was involved with it...and he was determined to understand how it worked.

He walked closer to Gordon and pulled a sheet of paper out of his overall pocket and handed it to Gordon.

"If it makes up for it, I've been meaning to give you to this," he explained.

"What is it?" Gordon questioned.

"It's just an experiment proposal for the dust. I'll need a small bag of the dust for it, but it's a reasonable amount."

"So you want me to propose the idea to him." Gordon concluded as he skimmed through the paper. Diesel was right, It was a simple request. Just a small amount of Gold Dust for Diesel to sprinkle onto a live plant to see what would happen. Simple, but if it produces a result, can prove to be very useful.

"You're the only one he talks to anymore," he argued. "Even Splatter and Dodge can't get to him."

"That makes sense," Gordon argued, "He's...changed since the last time you've seen him."

"Really?" Diesel snarked sarcastically.

"More so than usual, you brick." Gordon sneered. "If you knew how much he's changed you'd understand."

"Of course I know how much he's changed," Diesel thought, "I've known him for years and no one knew he would do this. Besides, what do you know about him? How did you suddenly become his number one fan?"

Gordon put the paper in his pocket and turned to Diesel. "Well, I'll see what I can do. I can't guarantee that he'll go through with the idea, but I'm sure he'll have a look at it. I know he's fond of your little tricks and tests."

"Y'know, you sure know a lot about him." Diesel teased. "I've known him for, what, Three years now? I didn't even know he liked my tricks!"

"What are you implying?" Gordon growled.

"Oh nothing! Nothing at all!" Diesel said as he threw his arms up in defense. "It's just that, well...You two seem awfully close for-"

"We're friends." Gordon interrupted, his face turning red. "Nothing more, nothing less. You're just telling whoppers again."

"For Makers sake Gordon, you two have matching tattoos!"

"Friends can have matching tattoos!" Gordon protested as steam rose from his mouth.

"And send each other love poems?"

"Friends can absolutely send-HEY."

Diesel smiled at the reaction. Little did Gordon know that he had stumbled on a poem on Gordon's desk earlier that day. He had no ill intent with the information, he merely wanted to hear it from the blue engine himself. Both for confirmation and for the fun of it.

"It's fine, really." Diesel insisted, "I just wanna know the story. How did you two, of all engines, hook up?"

Gordon, knowing he'd been caught, let out a long sigh. "It happened around...three years ago. When he first showed up here."

"That long?!"

"It didn't happen right away, you fool!" Gordon clarified. "He was the one who started to feel something for me when I was teaching him the express route. I didn't start having those feelings until after he sent me one of his poems."

"How Chessy." Diesel snarked sarcastically.

"Oh it gets better," Gordon remarked. "It was a rough draft. According to him it was awful, but his driver mixed up the rough draft with the finished poem."

Diesel cocked his head, "Sooooo what happened when you read it?"

"I was swooned." he admitted with a deadpan look, "Completely taken out of my element."

Diesel burst into laughter as Gordon went on, ignoring the man altogether as he was lost in recollection.

"He had his driver pin the note to the side of the shed wall where I was sleeping for the night. When my driver found it in the morning, he read it out loud to us."

Diesel tried to compose himself as Gordon when on.

"I didn't even know we could feel intimacy towards each other until then, and even after the poem I was still skeptical about the feeling. A few weeks later the two of us met to talk about it, and we decided to just keep things the same."

"What?"

"Neither of us knew what romance was. 10 believed that we could feel it, I didn't. We didn't even know if what we were feeling is love to begin with. It could be something else entirely for all we know."

The emotions of machines were never fully understood by anyone, not even the machines themselves. Many believed that they could feel certain emotions, others didn't. Gordon was one of these machines. Him and the majority of the engines on the island believed that love was foreign to engines, even after the evidence from Toby and Henrietta. Until 10 came along, he was convinced that romantic attraction was impossible for engines to feel, and even went as far as to shame those who did back in his youth. Now that he was older (and wiser), he's been expressing doubts about the beliefs that were drilled into him at Doncaster.

Diesel, now incredibly intrigued and eager to help, wanted to quiz the engine. "Can you describe it. The feeling I mean, can you tell me what it feels like?"

"It's...difficult to explain it, but I could try to."

Diesel nodded and decided that questions could help him out. "When my driver fell in love, he said that he could feel happy when he thought of her. What does it feel like when you think of him?"

Gordon took a moment to think about it and responded back. "I feel...warm. Like my fire was recently lit during the winter. It's cozy, and it feels good."

"What about when you two are close together or when you spend time with him? Do you get the same feeling?"

"Yes, I do." Gordon explained. "It's the same feeling, but it's stronger. Warmer even...What do you make of it?"

"Driver says love is like a fever," explained Diesel, "But it's a good fever. It means you found the person who you want to stay with for the rest of your life. The two of you are supposed to be happy together, your supposed to make each other happy, y'know?"

"When you put it like that, it makes sense. But it feels so much more complicated than that, words just can't do it justice."

"It sounds a lot like love to me," Diesel spoke. "but I can't speak for the two of you. You gotta figure that out yourselves."

"True, but some advice from an expert would be appreciated...I don't think either of us know what we're doing."

Diesel shrugged his shoulders. "I may not know much about love but...well I wish for the best for you two. If anyone it can make it work, it's 10. He's tough, but he's a softie. He'd never hurt someone that he loves."

Gordon smiled at the man. He was about to thank his friend before he was seized by a sudden coughing fit. He began to cough violently as thick black smoke had begun to bellow out of his mouth, the smell of diesel fuel filling the air around him.

He knelt down to the ground as he gripped his chest. Diesel reacted quickly and placed his hands on his shoulders as he tried to soothe him. The smoke stung his eyes, but he held on to his friend, waiting for the eventual end to the coughing fit.

The two of them had grown accustomed to the fits, as they had started after his fight with 10 on the platform at Knapford. They typically started around midnight and in the early morning hours, and only lasted for a few moments.

Diesel would never suggest it to Gordon's face, but he suspects that the Gold Dust that 10 used in the fight had been the cause of the fits...and Gordon's transformations.

Eventually, as the black clouds faded, Gordon released the grip on his chest and looked at the palm of his hand. His already long nails had formed into a set of claws, with small quills jutting out from his arm. He cursed as he rubbed his wrist and, with the help of Diesel, got up from the ground.

“It would appear…that my stay here is overdue. Very overdue." he spoke weakly. “Derick and Spamcan must be waiting for me at the gates…I should be off."

"Wait, are you alright? Do you need someone to cover for you?"

"I'm fine," he spoke softly. "If anything, it's quite ironic. I lecture you for being late and yet here I am stalling. We can chat in the morning when we get back, if you'd like."

Diesel smiled as he helped Gordon to his feet, careful not to poke himself with the quills. "Deal, but take it easy. I don't want to be the guy to tell 10 that his boyfriend got hurt on the job."

"Oh hush you." he teased. "There'll be Hell to pay for everyone if that were to happen to me."

Gordon waved farewell to Diesel and walked into the fortress. As he entered the castle, a feeling of excitement and unease rushed into his body in anticipation of the patrol. Like all of the other changes to his body, he had become used to the sudden changes in appearance and behavior by now...but it didn't make what would happen next any more normal.

He hated it, but there was nothing that anyone could do to stop it. Not until they understood his situation, and in order to understand it, he had to let it happen. Not that he had much of a choice.

A small pain in his chest had formed again, and his heart began to race...and he sprinted towards the gates, praying that no one would see what would about to happen to him next.

#ttte au #ttte CotL au #ttte gordon #ttte diesel #lots of talking with this one lmao #also that tarot tattoo is gonna be important for later lol #wonder that the moon card means #hint hint #there’s a shirtless version of him but I won’t be posting it in the tags for obvious reasons #crackship #crackship taken seriously #word of advice shiping something for shits and giggles is your first and last chance to get out #edit: spelling…again #man I really need to start reading these before I post them lmao #gor10

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dreadfutures · 2 years

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For the DADWC: “They say she sold her soul to a dark god.” for Ixchel and Merrill?

In celebration of the Perseids, this came to me all in a rush this evening! Thank you so much for the prompt, Contre! It's turned into not one but TWO elven fairy tales.

For @dadrunkwriting

Words: 2746

Pairing: Ixchel Lavellan & Merrill & Felassan

Rating: T

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"We're finally on the road back to Skyhold. I thought you'd be…happier?"

Gravel scattered as Merrill approached along the lake shore. Ixchel had glanced up when she heard it but quickly returned her gaze to the sky to hide her pinched brow.

"It's your home, isn't it?" Merrill asked. She lowered herself beside Ixchel and slung her arms over her knees, leaning forward to look into Ixchel's upturned face. "Most people are excited to go home after a long journey. Garrett… Carver… Even Fenris."

"I am, Merrill," Ixchel said. "I just don't know how long it'll be home for me, now."

Merrill made a sympathetic noise. "I'm sure they'd let you stay there even if your job as Inquisitor is over! You've done so much, and it'd never be the castle it is now without you, right?"

Ixchel chuckled weakly but did not bother disabusing Merrill of her kind notion. She settled for a truth that was not quite so honest, instead. "Things will be different," she said. "As much I will no longer be Inquisitor… There will also be no more Inquisition. People will return to their homes, and I don't really want to be alone in that place. Of course, there will be places to go, friends to visit, things to see and do with my life—and I am actually looking forward to them. But things will be different, Merrill, and that change will begin the moment I return."

She shrugged one shoulder. "But I didn't come out to the lake to think about that, really. I saw a falling star at dinner and thought I might see some more out here."

"Oh!" Merrill said. "Whereabouts?"

Ixchel pointed with her right hand in the direction of the monument that looked over the Exalted Plains. The silhouette of the great wolf blotted out nearly a quarter of the sky to the northeast. "I've only seen the one, still," she admitted.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry. There should be more soon. Don't you know the story?"

That caught Ixchel's attention. She whipped her head around to look at Merrill, who grinned but looked resolutely up at the sky.

"I'd love to hear it," Ixchel said. "It's about falling stars?"

Merrill nodded. "Well, get comfortable. It's one of the ones the Keepers use to teach you a lesson, so it's a bit long."

"I'm so curious now," Ixchel said eagerly.

"It was long ago, before our people began to count the ages or pay heed to passing time. Though they themselves were immortal and unchanging, the world was not, and they knew to heed its warnings. Few were more important than those writ in the stars."

Merrill gestured at the sky.

"There was once a star for every one of our people who walked the earth, bright and eternal. Of all things in nature, they were most like us, and by studying hard enough, one could discover which exact star was yours. When that star fell from the sky, it meant that the order of the cosmos was about to change for you—an ill omen.

"Of course, some sought to change their fates by controlling the stars. The clans of the Creators and the Forgotten Ones warred with one another, and if one side were to pull a star from the sky, they might steal victory from the others—or at least, avoid their own unfortunate fates.

"Fen'Harel heard how the Creators and the Forgotten Ones searched for a means to control the stars, and he laughed. No trap had ever been enough to hold him, no chains had ever been strong enough to keep him, and no trick had ever outwitted him for long. He vowed to outwit the stars himself."

Merrill paused for a breath, and seemingly right on cue another streak of light cut across the sky. It was gone in an instant, but Ixchel gasped at it nonetheless.

"Did you see one?" Merrill asked, and Ixchel pointed to the now-dark skyline. "Where? Between the wolf's ears?"

"Yeah."

Merrill giggled. "You have no idea how hilarious that is!

"One day, the Dread Wolf saw his own star fall from the sky—and so did the Creators, and so did the Forgotten Ones. He knew he did not have much time, so he journeyed out to find his fate before the others did. The road was dangerous, but Fen'Harel was more dangerous than anything life could throw at him. His enemies were numerous, but Fen'Harel was more cunning than any of them. He survived every trial he met, and at last he found his fallen star.

"The Dread Wolf spoke to the star and tried to convince it to return to the sky. But it wouldn't go, no matter how sweetly he asked, or how sorrowfully he howled, or how viciously he threatened. The star just would not budge. At last, Fen'Harel grew so fed up, he took the star between his mighty teeth and began to run toward the horizon!"

It was Ixchel's turn to laugh, and she shook her head fondly at the thought of how Solas might react to the image.

"Fen'Harel ran and ran and ran, dragging the star along with him. He ran to the tip of the tallest mountain and kept running—right into the sky! But when the star realized that it might actually be returned to its home, it began to fight back. The star flailed, and kicked, and shoved, and punched, and used all sorts of magic to fight, but the Dread Wolf paid no heed. He ran all across the sky in search of a good place to hang the star—and where he left it is an entire other story—but eventually he found it. And the star was so tired from fighting that it hasn't moved in all the Ages since then.

"Victorious, the Dread Wolf turned around to return the way he came. Something didn't seem right as he walked along, however, and as he returned to the world he realized that as he returned his flailing star to the sky, he had knocked loose all of the others! The earth was scattered with fallen stars, and fallen elves.

"The Dread Wolf saw this, and he was sad. If all the elves left, he would have no one to play his tricks on. So he came up with a plan. He gathered up all of the stars he could, and he ran back to the sky. He had no way to know exactly which star went where, and he did not have time to make sure they were hung with care. He scattered them back into the sky as quickly as he could and returned to the land.

"Our people had indeed returned, believing their fates had changed. The Forgotten Ones and the Creators returned to their wars, since they couldn't find Fen'Harel's fallen star. And Fen'Harel returned home, thinking he had saved himself, and the People too.

"But look up, da'len," Merrill said quietly. "There is never just one falling star, is there? The Dread Wolf was so hasty in fixing the night sky that he mixed them all up, and now they don't know whose fate is whose, or when they need to fall. Some nights, one will think it's their time, and then a whole host of them follow. It may be a scary thing, that you will never know when yours will be one of the fallen. It may even seem unfair when your fate is chosen before the right time. But we take comfort knowing that one day, the Dread Wolf's will fall too."

Ixchel stared up at the sky with glassy, unseeing eyes. More stars had indeed begun to shiver and fall, though not many, and she could not make them out through her blurring vision.

"Oh," Ixchel said.

"Oh no," Merrill said. She covered her mouth. "It— I don't think it's meant to be real, right? It's not really about Solas, is it?"

"I don't know," Ixchel said huskily. "Trying to fix things but making them worse for us in the long run? I don't know."

"Come now," said a voice from the darkness. "That is neither a charitable interpretation, or an accurate story."

Ixchel looked over her shoulder at Felassan, her eyes wide and afraid of whatever corrections he might make to Merrill's tale. She was certain they would be worse, somehow.

"Of course it's not accurate," Merrill said with a shaky laugh. "Fate? And the stars? Even in Elvhenan that couldn't be…enforceable, I imagine?"

Felassan folded himself down onto the shore beside Ixchel. His warmth burned against her arm—what remained of it—even though he kept a careful distance between them.

He fixed his eyes in the direction of the wolf monument, where it seemed the stars most frequently fell from. "Something does not need to be true to be enforced by those who believe it," he said with a glib smile.

"There was a great warrior known far and wide as a protector of the People," he began. As he spoke, he shifted gravel between his fingers and shredded the little weeds he found in their mass. "Some said she had been born under a good star to have such great luck in battle. It did seem like luck, for she would often pull victory from an impossible situation. Ambushes, attacks in the night, or even in the face of hopeless odds, this warrior always prevailed."

Felassan chuckled a little. "Some said she had sold her soul to a dark god. But she always kept an eye on the stars, waiting for the day that her luck would run out."

Ixchel could not find it in herself to be amused. "Don't tell me," she said. "She really did sell her soul to a god."

"How'd you ever guess?" Felassan asked. "What else was the warrior to do? She had spent her whole life protecting the People. Mythal counted on her. Elgar'nan counted on her. Dirthamen and Falon'Din counted on her, Sylaise and June, Ghilan'nain—even Andruil had turned to her to secure slim victories against our enemies. She could not fail them now, and she could not abandon them just because a star told some priest that her time was done.

"So yes, when she saw her star tremble in the night sky, of course she went to Fen'Harel. She did not know if the Dread Wolf had the power to change the stars, but she knew that if anyone could find a way, it would be him. She told him she had sworn to protect Elvhenan forevermore, no matter the cost. To her surprise, he told her that vow was enough to win his favor. After all, dedicating her eternity to the safety of the Empire was a great sacrifice already, wasn't it?

"So the Dread Wolf waited for night to fall. When all the world was asleep, he climbed to the tallest spire in Arlathan and leaped from it into the sky. As he flew, he knocked down as many stars as he could. The fate of hundreds were decided this way, and among them was the warrior's.

"The priests took note, but they could not decide exactly whose fates had changed. They decided to treat them as a group, and to condemn them all.

"Fen'Harel argued with the priests in favor of the warrior. He said that if they could not point to the exact star which was hers, they should not risk losing her protection. What if they were wrong? The priests agreed to spare the warrior alone because of the value of her service, but all the others were simple elves: serfs, floor-scrubbers, weavers, and so on. They were replaceable.

"But the warrior was horrified. She had wanted to protect her people, not trade their lives for her own. She confronted Fen'Harel and accused him of being a liar and a cheat, and she swore vengeance upon him. But he protested. She had sworn to protect Elvhenan no matter the cost, and this was the cost. Her fate had been altered forever, and she would spend it in service to the Empire just as she had wished it."

Felassan turned to face Ixchel, whose face was flushed with unshed tears. She returned his gaze stoically, though her chin felt weak, and she felt ashamed beneath his scrutinizing gaze.

"That is the story that we told, at least," Felassan said after a moment. "We did not want the truth to get out."

"What do you mean?" Merrill asked.

He leaned back on one hand and let his head fall to the side, smiling a little around Ixchel's side at Merrill. "Fen'Harel had not picked those stars at random. In fact, we were very careful in who we chose. You see, none of the Evanuris or their lords wanted to be associated with anyone whose fate had turned foul. Their vallaslin was removed before execution, leaving them without protection and without masters. It was then that Fen'Harel intervened again.

"He argued with the priests that by the terms they had agreed to, they could not condemn any of the others whose stars lay scattered upon the fields. If the warrior's star was indistinguishable from the rest, that by definition meant that her fate was equal to them, too—and that these servants and slaves and serfs were not expendable after all. Instead, they should all become protectors of Elvhenan, and elevated to the highest ranks.

"The priests had no choice but to agree. However, they had already removed the marks of ownership and did not know who to dedicate these new warriors to."

Ixchel raised her hand to cover her eyes in disbelief. "No."

"Yes," Felassan said cheerfully. "While the priests debated and argued and tried to divide the slaves between the Evanuris evenly, all the newly-freed slaves all ran away. Fen'Harel secretly welcomed them all into his ranks. And the proud warrior? She saw that Fen'Harel truly cared for the People, and she vowed to protect Elvhenan in his service forevermore."

Merrill clapped in appreciation. "Oh, that's a much better ending! And there is still a lesson, too. Although I'm not sure what it is." She stopped clapping and frowned. "Is it that you shouldn't sacrifice a few, to protect the many? Or is it that if one person is more capable, they have a duty to preserve themselves for the future?"

Felassan shrugged. "I think the lesson is that you should be very careful about how you craft the legends that surround you," he said. "The warrior gained a reputation for ruthless dedication to the Empire above all, and it placed her in key positions throughout the Empire over time. That was useful to us."

He had never taken his eyes off of Ixchel as he spoke.

She felt her heart seize at the implications in his heavy tone.

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They stayed out by the lake deep into the night, watching the stars. Eventually Merrill lay down along the ground, her head in Ixchel's lap. And eventually Merrill fell asleep.

Felassan never moved closer, or farther, from Ixchel. He remained a warm and comforting presence at her side, despite the unease he had sown in her with the ups and downs of his story.

She had been mulling it over and over and over again in her mind as she watched the stars streak across the sky. She knew she would continue thinking about it for days to come. How it unsettled her, both his and Merrill's tales, and how it implied how careless Solas could be with others' lives at the benefit of his own plans. She knew well how true that could be. She knew better than perhaps anyone else in the world how true it could be.

And yet Felassan's addition to the story rang true, too.

She did not know what Felassan wanted her to take away from it all.

But she did not ask. Instead, when she was certain that Merrill was asleep, Ixchel turned to Felassan. He looked down at her easily, as though he had been watching from the corner of his eye, waiting for her to address him.

"What was the warrior's name?" Ixchel asked softly.

Her question seemed to surprise him. The wry smile on his face faded, and the edge to him softened.

His violet eyes glittered in the dim starlight.

"Her name was Valor."

#da drunk writing circle #bloodied and broken bits #felassan #ixchel lavellan #merrill #elvhenan #THANK YOU SO MUCH THIS WAS FUN

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amiharana · 1 year

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OKAY I FINALLY GOT TO WATCH THE TOTK TRAILER HERE ARE SOME OF MY THOUGHTS

the more stuff that comes out about totk, the more interested and emotionally invested i become in the lore. where did these floating islands come from? who were the zonai and why are they back? do they have some sort of connection to ganon or hylia, or other races in hyrule (e.g. the sheikah)? how does the presence and existence of the zonai connect back with the rest of the zelda timeline?

like since there's at least? 10,000 years since the previous links and zeldas to botw/totk link and zelda, did the zonai exist in that 10,000 time period or way before and they were just never seen in previous games (for narrative purposes?)

do you think the presence of the zonai will give us some insight to the hero and princess of 10,000 years prior when the divine beasts were first used against ganon + all the ancient sheikah technology was still used? do you think the zonai had some sort of hand in helping shape that tech?

i know that during the development of botw, some of the things that inspired some of link's "abilities" were from hobbies of people on the zelda development team, e.g. the master cycle zero exists in the dlc because eiji aonuma is a motorcyclist in his free time. do you think someone on the team skydives for fun and that's why they added link falling through the sky and shit lol

they NEVER explained the paraglider in botw. you know me as your local revalink brainrot provider and what i think about the existence of the paraglider if you've been following me long enough. since the paraglider gets a little design update in totk (and unfortunately kind of loses revali's symbol in it

what the HELL are these glowing spires coming out of the ground everywhere. will they function the same as sheikah towers. what the fuck happened to the sheikah towers bc i'm either blind or they're gone. do shrines still exist in this game

hateno village (and other settlements) seems to have gotten updated! what new things do you guys think will be added in villages that weren't there before? also idk if it's just me but why do the three trees on mount lanayru look closer to the village??? i don't remember them being that close idk lol

DO YOU THINK WE'LL GET NEW NPCS IN THE SETTLEMENTS <33

THERE ARE LITTLE CAMPS IN CASTLE TOWN RUINS IM GOING TO CRYYYY they have the hylian crest on them so they have to be related to the royal family (in a business way) somehow? are these the construction folk who are going to rebuild castle town? do you guys think we'll get to see castle town completely rebuilt by the end of totk? DO YOU THINK WE'LL GET TO REBUILD EVERY RUINED SETTLEMENT TARREY TOWN STYLE??????? <3333

i know some people hated the fact that the botw map was reused and imo it's Nawt that serious girl calm down lmao. in fact i think reusing the map is an excellent challenge for the zelda team; how can you rework this familiar world into a fresh one the players can enjoy and explore again? with all the literal changes in the geographical markers of botw and the addition of new little thingie ma bobbies all throughout the map, i'm excited to see how the zelda team has approached this sort of challenge by reusing botw assets

THE THYPHLO RUINS AREN'T DARK ANYMOREEEE tbh i never finished that shrine quest LMFAOKDJFHJKD the not being able to see part always stressed me out and the fact that you had to fight a hinox in the dark 😭😭😭 IM SAWRYYY IM THE MOST ANXIOUS PLAYER EVER but i can't wait to explore it in the light????? i think someone mentioned how it also had zonai architecture; i'm just so invested in how the presence of the zonai shaped the now-world of botw/totk hyrule

so i wasn't able to see it in the trailers because i'm sooo blind, but did you guys ever see the divine beasts at all in the clips? i mean i wouldn't want to do a divine beast dungeon again LOL, but where do you guys think they are? are they just chilling in their respective regions? did they bury the beasts again? do you think we'd be able to actually go inside and explore the beasts for funsies now that they're not corrupted/in position lasered onto the castle?

WHAT IS OUT IN THE GERUDO DESERT. INSERT CARDI B MEME WHAT WAS THAT????? IS IT A SECRET DIVINE BEAST. FUCK. WHAT IS IT

the zonai have got to have some connection to time i know we could probably figure that out from the totk gameplay video from a couple weeks ago BUT STILL. let's have a twilight princess ancient hero comeback and just have old man ocarina bones sit in, or maybe multiple previous links spiderman no way home-style or whatever that movie was called. i didn't watch it sorry KDJHFJDK

ZELDA FALLING IN AND LINK JUMPING IN AFTER HER WITH HIS MALICE CORRUPTED ARM 😭💔 WHEN WILL MY BABIES BE FREE FROM THEIR FATES

THERE ARE FLYING PIRATE SHIPS TEEHEE. COME ON TREASURE PLANETTTTTT link but he's jim hawkins asf

water bubbles as transport like come on vesicles. come on transport cells. ANYWAYS THE LASERS link is a spy girl fr come on kim possible

WHO IS THAT. i can't take pictures i'm watching the trailer and pausing and unpausing on my switch while typing this on my laptop IS THAT A NEW HYRULEAN RACE. do you think it's like a fe3h ashen wolves moment where they've just been living underneath the ground because they were banished by hylia and no one knew lol

THE SANCTUM WAS RESTORED KSJDHFKJSDHFJKSDHF HOW DID THEY FIX IT SO FASTTTT what if link actually went back in time. the room is all sparkly so i'm like. did u fix it with magic or likeeeeee WHAT IS IT ASF

WHERE THE FUCK IS ZELDA. what do you guys MEAN you rely on link and the master sword. WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE??????? IS THAT THE ZONAI KING OR SOMETHING.

historically the hylians have believed in this like. pantheon of gods comprised of the golden goddesses + hylia, and i've always been under the assumption that other races just coexisted their faiths e.g. zora mainly believing in jabu-jabu, ww!rito believing in valoo, etc. what if there was like a pantheon of zonai gods but it's like greek vs roman style. what if hylia had a zonaian (?) counterpart. idk i'm spitballing out of my ass rn but i think it would be cool

re:WHO IS THAT. bulletpoint: WHAT IF THAT'S HYLIA'S ZONAIAN COUNTERPART. LOL

seeing all these flat little creatures floating in the sky makes me miss vah medoh and revali

WAS THAT TULIN. GO BACK HOME TO YOUR MOTHER?????????? WHERE IS TEBA.

link pulling people in wagon it's giving skyrim "oh you're finally awake" PAUSE WHAT ARE THOSE GREEN THINGS ON THE WHEEL. IS THAT ZONAI TECH/MAGIC

how the HELL did they build those shits on top of the talus. the bokos were really like It's Free Real Estate

link making himself a fully functioning tank rn. my brother in christ that is a vertical stone block with a cannon fused to its edge on wheels. i love it.

i kinda wanna know what happened to the elemental arrows. like in botw they tell you that rubies innately have the power of fire, but how does that differ from a regular fire arrow? does it do more damage?

HOLD ON TULIN WAS ABOUT TO GET EATEN BY THAT ICE MONSTER THING GO HOME??

what the FUCK is zelda cradling in her hands. is that a seed or life or something. it looks like an embryo lol. divine beast embryo

WAIT IS THAT HYLIA???? WHOAAAA

riju 🥺🥺🥺 the champion descendants 🥺🥺 doofus with a bucket on his head... SIDON WAIT HE HAS THE CROWN ON HIS HEAD

"link! you must find me!" WHERE ARE YOU GIRLLLL

i didn't realize there was a word limit. i just kept typing. ok those are my thoughts so far IM SO EXCITED

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That Bloomin' Curse Ch2 The Curse And An Empty House

(if you don't know who Hazelle is, there is a witch npc in the game that I just repurposed and gave an identity to for the story. Picture of Hazelle above.)

Subcon Forest was not a place for just anyone to enter and exit as they please. There was a reason these woods had such a feared reputation and was rumored to be haunted. Because it was. By the King Snatcher of Subcon(as he liked to refer to himself) and his ghastly assortment of minions and dwellers behind him as his undead army, anyone who went in NEVER came out which added to the entire frightfulness of it all!!...Well no one except three little giggling girls who were currently playing with toys and crayons and a certain red head who was busy tending to her garden somewhere. BUT THEY DIDN'T COUNT!! The dark sky and dead trees twisted with dangerous vines as the sun dared not shine here. If that won't convince you to stay away then maybe the giant chunk of the forest that always so dangerously cold will? Or perhaps the section that's always burning bright with enchanted flames? Or maybe the ghostly king who claimed trespassers' souls as his own or the rumor of a powerful witch? Either way, whatever helps to keep trespassers out he was all for it. But he had no real responsibilities today. The brats could wonder around his woods as long as they didn't go near the frozen half or Vanessa, or they could go exploring on any other part of the planet for all he cared. As long as they were all back home and in bed by six he was fine with it. And Poppy by now knew these woods pretty well so he wasn't so worried about her. Right now he was sitting down enjoying his book of dark tales and legends as he relaxed in his home. The old book in his claws as glowing yellow eyes scanned over the story unfolding from it's yellow pages.

Down in the world unknown there laid a kingdom drab and dark. Where darkness and shadows collided and lived in fear and power. One would be mad to even think about stepping in a place like this. Where the dead are gone but still there, the shadows played and roamed and full of terror. A frightful place brace heros dare not venture unless they wish to meet a tragic fate. Yes. This one place was alone ruled by a power hungry spirit, spited by his love in life and now seeks vengeance on any mortal who dared be foolish enough to be beckoned into his awaiting claws-

"Hello, Snatchy. Still reading those same drab books on cursed kingdoms? It's a bit ironic don't you think?"

Yellow eyes narrowed before the book was lowered and he stared right at copper eyes. "Oh look who it is. It's the annoying witch that bugs me all the time. Don't you have a cauldron to stir?"

Hazelle only chuckled and rose a brow. "Really Snatcher. I thought you'd be more nice to an old friend. How's Poppy doing? It's been awhile since I've seen her."

"Just tell me what you want THIS time. Or are you here just to bother me again."

She tutted. "Now let's not start a fight. There's children just outside of your tree." He frowned harder. "Oh alright if you're going to be a baby about it. I came here to ask you about that mansion you've had in your forest for quite some time." She gestured with an arm.

A brow rose on the ghost. "The mansion?" That was Vanessa's old family home when she wasn't in her castle or at the summer house he usually stayed at when he was alive and visiting her. But now she was forever trapped in her summer house and the mansion being inside his territory was now his. But that begged the question."What the peck could you want to go there for?"

"I want to check out the old place for possible magic remnants. If there's magic festering in there for over a thousand years then imagine what I could do with that."

He...never thought of that but he didn't like anyone else tampering with things that was obviously HIS either even if Hazelle and himself were on good terms. But he also knew Hazelle wouldn't use it against him and just go there anyways if he said no. Plus he didn't know what was in there really. Hadn't been back since he died. But Hazelle would be able to harness anything that might've been there. She could make blue potions that harmed ghosts after all and he definitely found those helpful.

He groaned again. "Fine. But on one condition." He pointed at her with a stern claw. "Whatever magical whatchamacallit stuff you find I GET A CUT IN. It's only natural since I'm generously letting you have something that's rightfully mine."

Hazelle only rolled her eyes. "Deal. But I should let you know that I'm bringing Shifty and Timmy with me. It'd be good for both of them to get out."

He let out a longer groan before holding up the book to his face again. "Fine but that dumb familiar of yours better not try to chase around my minions again!"

"Oh he's just playing." She then turned and began walking her pink and white clothes bodied out of the treehouse.

"I DON'T CARE IF HE'S TRYING TO PUT OUT A FIRE!! THAT OLD SACK OF RAGS CAN STAY AWAY FROM MY MINIONS!!" Hazelle sighed rolling her eyes and shaking her head as Snatcher bellowed out of his tree- "AND I KNOW MOONBOY IS PLAYING AROUND HERE TOO! I CAN FEEL HIM IN MY ECTOPLASM!! TELL HIM TO STAY AWAY FROM POPPY AND GET OUT OF MY FOREST!!"

Hazelle again sighed hopping off the large vine leading out of the treehouse and turned her head towards where she left Timmy. Oh there he was! The brown haired boy was chatting away with his three friends as the three girls happily chatted back with Shapeshifter looming over them curiously. Ah! She also recognized that red headed woman there casually holding a tool box in one hand and turned upon hearing her approaching. Poppy smiled at her.

"Ah! Well if it ain't Hazelle." All the children looked over hearing her talk. "I knew ya couldn't be too far if Timmy was around. Come back for more of them herbs I grow?"

Hazelle shook her head no. "No. We're actually going on a field trip to the old mansion up on the cliff side. I take it you're building something with those tools?"

Poppy nodded. "Yeah! That old house everyone keeps callin' Snatcher's Shack. Ah'm gonna fix it up and move into it. I figured it would be an easier place ta live than the spaceship. At least n's the shack everythin' is my size."

"And we're helping!" Hattie added throwing up her hand much to Bow's agreement but Muriel rolled her eyes.

"Sounds boring if you ask me." The blonde tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder. "Exploring an abandoned manor sounds waaaay cooler than building a house."

"Well if you're good then maybe we can go see some o' the old villager's houses." Poppy then looked around them curiously. "By the way where's that red eyed phantom at? I heard Snatcher's screechin' 'bout Moonjumper."

"Oh he's here. He's just off looking over some of the mushroom patches deeper in the forest. He said something about trying to see if his red threads worked on fungi."

Poppy grimaced at the reminder of those red strings but shrugged it off. "Well...as long as he's not causing trouble or messin' with Snatcher. Ya want some company? We're headin' that way anyways."

Hazelle smiled. "Sure. It'd be nice to have the company."

The small group of two women, four children, and Shapeshifter traveled away from Snatcher's treehouse and down into the forest. It was as peacefully gloomy as always and they were greeted by many subconites and dwellers running around the place. Ducking from spiders and looking over the beautiful vines growing everywhere. Ah. The thorns were growing in beautifully this year. Eventually the group did stop by the old mostly still held together shack. Although the entire front of the house was gone. Yeesh. Poppy sure had her work cut out for her.Ah. And right up on the cliff was the decrepted remains of an old building. A VERY big old building at that. That was definitely Vanessa's old manor and it was sitting there just waiting for them to investigate. Bidding good bye to Poppy and the girls, Hazelle and her two trusty helpers went on their way past the shack and up towards the manor. And by that Hazelle just snapped her fingers casting a teleportation spell to transport the three of them in front of the manor's doors as Timmy shook his head and looked up before letting his eyes go wide.

"Blimey!," she shouted before grabbing his hat with one hand craning his neck up. "This place is huge!"

Hazelle also looked up at what he was looking at and hummed. It certainly was. The outside tall four story building was crawling with vines growing up it's sides and many cracks grew in the stone structure from being abandoned for so long and neglected. Windows were broken, dirtied, or just plain missing altogether. The giant wooden doors barely looked like they were hanging onto the hinges as the thick wood rotted away. Definitely a place that you didn't want to be caught in as it crumbled into nothing but dust. With a hum at the state of the doors, Hazelle started her way through the doors. Her palms pressed against the cold wood before pushing forward and making the large doors open with a loud creaking noise. A rush of cold air washed over the three of them making goosebumps rose on their skin. It was...oddly colder than the outside. The sight that met them was...well what you'd expect for an abandoned haunted mansion. Rotting and old furniture was placed everywhere. A few paintings hung by a thread on the walls and a staircase of stone lead up to the second floor. Cob webs, dust, and the smell of must filled all available space. Her copper eyes glanced wearily at the ceiling where a giant old chandelier teetered dangerously over the massive lobby... She'd definitely be careful regarding that.

"Sooo where are we starting first?," Timmy asked peeking his purple eyes around the place and shuffling closer to her.

"Well I'd like to see the library and see if there's any useful books still in tact." Her head turned to the stone steps. "Moonjumper said that it'd be on the second floor." She had asked Moonjumper for his memory about the layout of the mansion for any useful information and the Spector had recalled that he had seen a library on the second floor from the few times he had been there when alive. "C'mon. But stay close to me. Ok?"

"Um.. Yeah."

Hazelle started off towards the stairs with Timmy glued to her side and Shapeshifter waddling behind them blinking his eyes around the place. Their footsteps echoed with each step and the floors creaked and groaned with each each step. As if the wood and stone would collapse under them at any moment. It didn't and further into the mansion they went. Although...oddly it was getting colder and colder the farther they went. The second floor was in worse shape than the first. The wood flooring was missing a few parts in the floor and the parts of the walls that weren't stone. Clutter strung about the dusty floors and wallpaper hung off in strips. Above them the ceiling that also lead into the third floor was also missing random pieces leaving gaping holes. Alright. Moonjumper said that the Library was on the second floor and behind the third pair of doors to the right and left side of the hallway. Hazelle kept going with the two still by her side. Creaking floorboards continued to sound off as she navigated into the hallway to the right and stopped at the third pair of double doors. This was it. With a push the doors creaked open with a puff of dust. Hazelle coughed taking her pointed witch hat to fan the dust away before blinking at the inside. Inside was the BIGGEST library she's ever seen! A crumbling fireplace stood in the middle surrounded by LARGE shelves of old books of various shapes, colors, and sizes and a few torn and broken armchairs. Along with a large hole in the ceiling.

"I bet Snatcher would love this place." She plopped the hat back on her head before slowly stepping in and looking around. "Maybe I'll just pluck a few anyways just to take back to him and Moonjumper."

"Uh..I think I'll just wait out here. I don't trust that ceiling," Timmy said eyeing the ceiling nervously.

"Alright then. Just stay there until I'm done. Shifty stay with him."

The ragdoll familiar gurgled a response before sitting back on his hutches watching with his many eyes as Hazelle walked up to one shelf and pulled out a random book to look at it. Timmy stood there just outside the doorway and sighed before stepping back and jumping as a crunching sound popped out from under his foot. He snapped down seeing something sparkle in the dim light. Curious he lifted his foot to look at it. It was...glass? Crystal? No. It was too cold to be glass or crystal. Ice? What was ice doing here? His purple eyes blinked following the small shards of ice over to the double doors just across the hall from the library. Blinking Timmy followed the shards over to the door before placing his hands on the door and pushing it open with a loud creak. What he saw on the other side made his eyes widen nearly bugging out of his skull.

"Holy peck!"

Gold! Tons of golden shiny crowns were just piled up EVERYWHERE in this seeming bedroom! All over the floor, under the bed, stuffed into the drawers of the vanity, and even a few hanging from the chandelier. He stared at all of them in awe. There must've been at least a hundred of them! But...what were all these crowns doing in an abandoned mansion? It just didn't make any sense. Timmy suddenly stopped before shivering and reaching his hands up to rub his arms. Hey. What was the big deal? It suddenly dropped a lot more degrees colder. Purple eyes looked around before freezing- Literally. Ice shards started to crackle and form as frost covered the walls and his breath could be seen. An almost darkness distorted the area as shadows grew-

HIIIISSSSS!!!!

His head snapped around as Shapeshifter suddenly hissed and snarled up the hallway. His eyes shrank in size from the cold wafting from up the hallway.

"HAZELLE!!"

The witch was there in an instant and both froze as the shadow of red eyes charged down towards them all. The cold aura she radiated distorting the air around her and causing ice to develop in their veins.

Vanessa.

"SHIFTER!! SAVE TIMMY!!"

Timmy could only scream out as the menagerie and cloth and eyes bit the back of his shirt and jerked him up into the air. Shapeshifter. BOLTED. The familiar ran full speed on all fours running down the hall and towards the open window with a the glass long since broken out and Timmy shrieked in fear as Shapeshifter LEAPT and jumped out the second story window as the cold fully seeped into Hazelle's terrified form. Shadows seeped up with a cold hand and pointed out the same way the witch's familiar left with the boy.

"AFTER THEM!!"

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The creature of vengeance was known as one of promises and dealings. Whether If one were to want something most dear to their heart and was determined and pure, or if their heart was filled with greed, envy, and lust he would grant your reply if you were brave or stupid enough to find him. It was when one day a child from a nearby village heard of this rumor that they were excited to find out if it was true or not. Against their parents and everyone else's wishes and warnings, the small child had snuck out to venture into the forbidden dark woods. The brambles scraped and left cuts on their body, the creatures chased after and threatened to eat them if they didn't turn back now, for darker and more sinister things slept in these woods, but bravely the child went on. On and on on their journey to really see this sinister ghost who granted wishes and promises that the mortal eye would repulse to believe. Until the sinister avenger had been found and the massive shadow beckoned the child closer with a boney rigged hand.

"You have traveled far and withstood the tests my forces forwarded. For that you have earned the right to one miracle granted to you. But a warning you have also earned. Be warned, with a pure and honest heart comes great rewards. With a heart who bleeds nothing but black with greed and jealousy, a foul end you shall meet. Think about the consequences greatly, for the repercussions shall be swift and tight. Think well, dear child."

The small child dared to smile at the creature and simply reply, "I have no need for any treasures or anything of preciousness near me. I solely only wished for to see myself if the avenger of shadows was a true sight. And now that I have seen you for what a true being you are, I will simply be leaving satisfied my wish was fulfilled."

The answer of the child amused the ancient spirit and he chuckled his hollow laugh at the very notion of it all.

"Wise answer to an otherwise difficult mortal choice. For that you shall still be granted a prize for your efforts. Name one and answer wisely."

The small child as said had no need for such items like treasure and fortune, but they knew that the child's hard working mother were in need of some fortune in her life. So with a kind heart, the child looked to the spirit and asked for their miracle. "My mother works oh so hard to take care of me. It would be so nice for her to have just a little more luck on her side. Oh spirit, let me repay her for all her kindness she has shown me."

"Your wish shall be granted. A selfless act is always it's own reward, but be wary of those who wish to use those fortunes to their own will."

The child was permitted a safe leave back to their home and as promised their selfless act of kindness was granted by the spirit of shadows. The child and their mother mysteriously found an old box in their pantry one day that they had never known of before and upon opening it discovered many, many priceless jewels. The likes of which they had never seen before. With this new found fortune, the mother and child were able to gain a plentiful farm with all the necessities they needed to have a plentiful life. Farther down in the years the mother even remarried one of the strongest most handsome men in the small village. But this man was nothing but green with want, and treated the mother and her child terribly-

"Hey. Uh....Boss?"

The pages of Snatcher's book crinkled before he looked up annoyed at having his reading time. He stared at the minion shifting nervously before him. "What is it Minion Two Hundred Four? Can't you see I'm busy?"

"Um....Well I-I just came back from checking the mansion duty, Boss."

"Oh. Well what is she doing now? Destroying another painting or calling for a stupid prince again?"

"Uh..No. That's what I came to tell you. She's uh...N-Not in the manor, Boss."

There was silence as Snatcher just stared at him. "What?"

"Yeah. I looked in every room from the basement to the attic. She's not there!"

"W H A T?!"

A book thudded to the ground. The minion didn't even get a chance to speak before a snake like figure shot out of the home like a rocket and right towards the cold parts of the forest. Crows and spiders scattered in his path as the Spector shot between the dead trees. The long broken bridge barely greeted him as he flew over it and into the snow bound territory. Phasing through the ice and snow before arriving inside the dome and stopping. In the middle of this icy prison was the infamous summer house he once visited when alive. The last time he was here was when Poppy was revived by accident and the kid had to pull him outta trouble. Just staring for a moment he finally made his way over. Coming to the walls he just phased himself through the walls without stopping and there he was in the first floor of the manor. The place felt...Empty. Barren. He couldn't detect another presence of anyone living or dead. He didn't stand there for long. He made a quick search of the first floor then the second floor and then the third floor and attic with all its creep graffiti. Before finally shooting back down to the first floor to shove his head through the floor to check the basement full of water. Nothing. Absolutely positively nothing. Just as the minion told him. Panic coursed through his ectoplasm as he realized Vanessa was not here. That's ridiculous. Where could she be?! There wasn't anyway she could escape the manor! She was cursed to roam where she once lived! Snapping his head back up from the floor Snatcher stood there for a moment before a cold breeze brushed over him causing his head to turn. And he froze as he saw something that he looked over in his first search.

THERE WAS A GIANT GAPING HOLE IN THE WALL.

He stood there for a moment before slowly floating over and stopping and looking inside. It was pitch black and stone steps lead down into it. A cold breeze blew from within. A...tunnel? What was a pecking tunnel doing inside the manor?! He didn't have time to think of an answer before a magical tug on his soul called out to him from four others in panic making him snap his head around wide eyed.

"POPPY!! MY KIDS!!"

#snatcher #hat kid #florist #bow kid #mustache girl #timmy #moonjumper #Vanessa

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softichill · 11 months

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I finished that manga! Holy crap. If there ever was a piece of media I cannot show you. It's good that you've been knee deep in Magnus instead. That's less dark. I haven't read it but it's less dark. I can tell. Also.... YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH I WANT TO TALK ABOUT SPIDER FACTS. Hngmpl. For example the pic you provided has such a large head! Most spiders nave itty bitty heads. Spiders have two segments (without looking I can't give you the names) that are the head and butt. That's where the heart is! The butt, I mean. You can see it beating in some of them but you can see it in some caterpillars or softer insects too. Kinda like a glass frog. Except it's tiny not clear. That soft thing isn't a rule but it's more likely. Spiders, psuedoscorpions, scorpions, horseshoe crabs, and ticks are all arachnids! They're family. And in that family spiders, psuedoscorpions, and even scorpions are renown for how much they love their children. Spiders in particular. Spiders have paws and bigger ones have really fuzzy ones. Not a rule, again, but fuzzy invertibrates are cool and that is a rule. Also tarantulas have book lungs! Like, almost true lungs! Once again impressive. Not many bugs get those and smaller Fairy Flies don't even get a heart so organs can be optional. But this post isn't about wasps, it's ARACHNID time baby! Like how there's only one documented herbivorous spider. Kiplingi, you're cool. S...sorry. I got really excited... If you need identification it's VERY hard to know what's in your area without outright stating your area(plz dont). Think of it this way, how long is a human stride to most spiders? You are miles long to most of them. And they have to do the walking of those miles on foot. A lot would simply see you as a mountain. So I can't give you an identification unless I try in broad strokes. But ask me about a certain topic and spiders and I'll do my best for my eight legged friends!

if this was a bit hard to get through here's the rec isolated for convenience: DJ Satomi- Castles In The Sky

Magnus is a podcast, actually!!! And it's not dark in a traditional sense but it's still pretty dark. As in "let's gouge our eyes out and run away" dark. Still fun tho!

Those are all rlly neat!! Honestly if I wasn't terrified of them I think I'd probably find spiders really cool. Shame that I have such an irrational fear :( maybe if the spider species I saw pops up again I'll try and get close enough to take a picture for more exact info

'''''' by x0o0x_!! Or, more specifically, by . Rlly cool music video, it's based on one of those Bloody Mary-esque kid rituals

#Ask #song rec

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echantedtoon · 6 months

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That Bloomin' Curse Ch2 The Curse And An Empty House

(if you don't know who Hazelle is, there is a witch npc in the game that I just repurposed and gave an identity to for the story. Picture of Hazelle above.)