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project-sekai-facts · 24 days

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sorry if this is a dumb question, but i just read the main stories and if the niigo sekai is mafuyu's, why is kanade the unit leader? /gen

Kanade is the actual founder and leader of the nightcord music group, but it was also probably to avoid giving away the (admittedly given away by marketing) twist of Mafuyu being OWN and the mystery girl that Miku needs Kanade to save being Mafuyu from the get go. If Mafuyu was the face of the group then there wouldn’t be any point in writing the ‘surprise’ reveal in because we would know the entire time, and the niigo story would probably be very different.

#asks #also it’s hard to explain quite why but it’s much harder to write mafuyu as the protagonist and main pov for the main story #bc of how she’s characterised during it #the vsinger main story shows her side of things and while interesting would be a bit of a slog to have several chapters of it and then have #kanade / mizuki / ena trying to get through to mafuyu in the background

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naoreco · 14 days

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Localizers' Dance in Purgatory

Happy anniversary. We're doing this again.

FE15's localization has been a hot button topic on twitter for the past couple of days, which made me want to examine some more localization changes - and what better for me to use for this experiment than my other favorite scenes in the game? Having noticed that the anniversary of when I posted about that scene with Alm and Mycen was coming up, I figured the timing was just too good to pass up.

We'll be going over Alm and Berkut's encounter up until the battle officially starts, Berkut's battle dialogue, and the scene after with Rinea's spirit. So rather than having one big moment that changes the tone of the scene like last time, this one has a few of these changes along with MANY smaller expansions on dialogue that just make it too much of a pain to go through one by one. Some of these are more contentious than others!

Luckily I have a solution for this: Pour everything into a spreadsheet and throw in commentary as I see fit.

I had to write out a lot of things by hand even if I was able to copy the scripts from elsewhere so I'm so sorry for any typos 🙏 Enjoy!

#i have very few complaints with the localization in this case #literally its just the line about berkut being a just right and noble man that i think takes the fluff too far #like i loooove him but the flashback with rinea is the only time hes not being a massive dick #and i hope i have in my tl notes explained just how much harder it is to pull off a literal translation than it sounds #fire emblem #fe15 #fe sov #fire emblem echoes #shadows of valentia #fire emblem echoes shadows of valentia #alm #berkut #rinea

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phoenixkaptain · 11 months

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One of the things I just can’t get over about Resident Evil games, specifically later ones, is the swearing.

I don’t know why, I cannot explain my reasoning, but I giggle every time Ethan swears beCAUSE!!! He does it so often!!! Every other sentence out of this man’s mouth is him cussing and it’s so funny?? He’s this relatively mild-mannered guy who goes absolutely fucking apeshit on the swearing, straight up starts swearing like a middle schooler who learned what swear words were yesterday!!

And it’s the other characters too!! It isn’t just Ethan!!

Leon in RE4 swears like he thinks he’s going to be in trouble for it??? Like, his voice is just very gentle and quiet and I can’t get over his “Well I don’t give a damn” All of his swearing reads to me like a little boy who doesn’t want his mommy hearing him say bad words and it’s so fucking funny???

Mia swearing is also funny. And Chris. Just, all of them. The actors sound so uncertain when they swear, like they just don’t know if they’re reading the script right, and it’s honestly amazing, I love it so much.

It’s also extremely funny because RE1 and RE2 both didn’t have a lot of swearing in them (that I recall) so it comes across as all the characters going through some tough shit and deciding “I am no longer PG-13.” But Ethan starts cussing like a sailor the very same game he’s introduced. So it’s like you have these hardened officers of the law who only started swearing after difficult times and you also have this mild-mannered computer engineer who swears up a fucking storm whenever the fuck he feels like it.

Very funny.

On the topic of voice lines that I like, one of my all-time favourites is RE2, when Claire and Leon are in the squad car at the very beginning of the game and Leon tells Claire to look in the glove box and she does and I will never in my life be able to start giggling at the deadpan line delivery of “This is a gun.” Why does she say it the way she does? I don’t even know how to describe the way she says it, like it’s kind of chiding or kind of “Leon what the fuck” in the calmest possible voice and dear Whoever-Voiced-Claire-in-RE2 please marry me I love your voice so much

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gz-missfit · 9 months

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Trying to write out something about these 2 from yesterday cause I'm ngl I'm still fucked up about the way the got separated </3

These 2 are gonna be the death of me at some point, and even now with a clearer mind I'm still not ready to cope with what happened pffff.

They couldn't see each other but still locked eyes, Pac having just received a message on his communicator from Fit about coordinates they've been searching the prison for to finally save their Walter Bob. They were quick to climb down the floors to meet up with said man, hushed whispers calling out to him as he focused harder on his work and mumbled his answers to them.

It wasn't until Pac's skin started to tingle that he realized they didn't have much more time to explore, and the glance he could throw at Mike's flashing form due to their potions running out told him he wasn't alone. All 3 quickly said their goodbyes to Fit, appreciating his help and leaving with hearing the apology of not being able to join due to needing to finish this job, the anxiety of losing the position creeping into the bald man's eyes.

The travel was quick, laughs shared as all 3 of them rode their horses, laughing at Richa's stumbling or an off-hand comment by Mike. It didn't feel like a mission to save their friend for a bit, but rather to just meet up with someone they hadn't seen for a while. As the 3 climbed up on the stoney shore dug up by hand and their sons eyes fell onto the edge of the jungle their stomachs dropped.

Blood.

A trail of blood leading behind the bushes and into the shaded areas deep in the woods that surrounded them. Pac could feel the anxiety claw at his throat, the scratches it made during the time they explored the prison and he got caught in a trap still being raw and sore causing his panic to rise even faster. Glancing at Mike told him his other half wasn't feeling the same type of fear though.

Mike's eyes were locked on the blood, his look dark and threatening like he was just waiting for the person they could blame for this to show themselves so he could explode in their face, and the hisses of anger that erupted from deep within the hybrid made Pac worry about him actually physically exploding. It wouldn't have been the first time.

A rustling of the bushes made Pac swing his head around, his eyes scanning the green landscape that surrounded the trio and it took him a few takes before he noticed the entity floating in front of him. Before he could even draw a weapon he started shouting towards his son, moving to cover him as Mike stepped closer again to see what the yelling was about, hiss dying in his throat like he was frozen as soon as his eyes locked onto the entity as well.

Pac's whole body shook as it approached, his anxiety already being at a high now shooting through the roof as he separates from Richas in a desperate hope to lead the entity away, begging it to follow him rather than go for his son. It was only then that he got a good look at the sword the being now held, it was a longsword. Shattered in the middle of the blade, being held together by seemingly nothing except for lines of code invisible to the naked eye. It shone green, emitting green particles that were glitching out as soon as they fell from the weapon.

Pac's breath caught in his throat.

Come to think of it, when was the last time he took a breath?

Mike's voice cut through the fuzziness of the panic attack that was currently trying to wash over Pac like a wave of ice cold water. He shook his head, trying to look for the location the voice was coming from only to feel a slice at his arm. The blade stung as it pierced his skin and he could feel an almost poison like magic run through every bit of his body. It set his veins ablaze for a split second and once he came back to himself he noticed the items he held dear in his hotbar were now scattered on the floor. Green glitching particles clinging to them like parasites.

He stumbled back, Mike's voice getting clearer now that the adrenaline had pushed his panic attack deep down into himself where it should've been in the first place, he finally finds his voice again as he calls for his other half. Desperate as he feels another slice of the sword in his back as he runs, he ends up getting caught in some bushes, closing his eyes tightly as he calls out to Mike that this is it. That he doesn't want to go but he can see that Mike's sword bounces off the being like it's nothing. That he needs Mike to get out of there, to stay alive.

Just as he was about a hit away from passing out, wounds scattered across his body sizzling with the same green particles that surrounded the items that got taken from him mere seconds ago and were now scattered across the floor, did he hear a thud. He carefully opened an eye just to rip them open as he saw the thing follow Mike now, his body desperately protesting the movement of his muscles against the plants he got caught in which were ripping at his wounds as he tried to move.

It all went black.

He was soaked.

He could feel Mike's breath against his arm.

He opened his eyes and instantly locked them with Forever, he could see the others mouth moving but nothing was being picked up by Pac's brain, an almost humming static getting louder and louder as he could feel the green particles in his wounds buzz with what he assumed was sick and twisted anticipation of what's to come.

Looking to his side he could see Mike, passed out after a nasty hit on his arm and hitting his head during the rough teleportation of their shared stasis chamber, Pac reached out through their mental link and physically. Hands shaking at the adrenaline wearing off and pain of his wounds becoming clearer to his mind. He activated Mike's warpstone and set it to the location of their safe room which they spent the day after their prison escape in, looking back he couldn't have told anyone why he did it. Just that he had a feeling that something was going to go horribly wrong and he needed to know Mike was safe. He needed to make sure he was safe. He needed to protect the person he chose to have a bond that goes beyond words with even if it meant sending them away.

Green eyes slowly opened and locked with Pac's dark ones, he smiled sadly as the particles that had embedded themselves in his wounds buzzed brighter setting his body ablaze with a yelp. While Mike's vision got clouded by the purple particles taking him to a location he didn't know. He could see Pac get drowned out by green ones, and before he could reach back for his friend both vanished. Mike's purple cloud taking him to a place of safety while Pac's green one ripped him apart and put him back together a few feet above a deep ocean.

As he fell he could do nothing but call for Mike, pulling at the strings that merged their minds together in a desperate attempt to hold on as the cold water forced a painful gasp out of his lungs. Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes but were quickly washed away by the angry waves that pulled him deep below the water, his lungs burning at the pressure of it and it forcing itself into his body as he desperately tried to gasp for air. He knew he was close to passing out, fear rushing to his mind of this being the end but a bitter smile making itself onto his face as he realized his son was safe, and with how he could now also feel Mike desperately rip at the strings that bound them together it told him he was safe too. He let out a bitter chuckle which forced more water into his lungs as he finally let his eyes fall close from sheer exhaustion, the last thing he did was call back to the ripping in his mind yelling for the others name only to have the strings snap before his eyes.

Everything was black now.

Tazers mind was now offline.

On the other side of the island a creeper/slime hybrid was now on his knees. Tears flooded from his eyes as he desperately called out to his best friend's name with a voice that's obviously been screaming for a bit now and was at the border of breaking through the abuse his vocal chords were taking. He couldn't even say goodbye, waking up from having passed out through a teleportation only to be met with Pac's eyes and see him be engulfed by a green cloud that made his wounds glow as Mike's warpstone engulfed him in a purple one, the teleport almost made him throw up as he quickly scanned his surroundings only to realize he was in their safe room. One where he'd spent endless nights of being shook awake by nightmares of Walter Bob being taken only to have Pac there by his side to ease the pain of each one.

The room felt empty without the others' presence, even with it's small size.

Mike could feel the anger bubbling in his throat at Pac for sending him away, not letting him stay, not letting him help. Before he could call out Mike was hit with a wave of coldness that made his bones clatter at how deep it ran into him, his eyes snapping wide open as he realized that the strings in his mind that connected him to someone he couldn't see right now were pulled tightly and being covered in a thick layer of ice that reached Mike's body in a phantom feeling. He scrambled to call back, to call Pac's name the same he had just called his but there was no response. His calls fell onto nothingness as his soulbounds voice echoed in his brain. Mike was panicked about to get up and try to get out of the room where Pac had sent him, only to freeze as a snap ran through his brain. He quickly tried to pull at the all familiar strings that connected to Pac, even with one of them asleep there'd be something transmitted among them even if it was just the heavy weight of a sleeping consciousness. But there was nothing. All he got was a TV static like buzzing and even that felt like utter silence in comparison to what he'd usually get in return.

So here he was now, fallen to his knees as he clutched the Pacman pendant he had held for decades close, Pac carrying the matching creeper one. His voice was hoarse and raw as nothing but sobs left his mouth in hitching painful breaths as his body dealt with the aftershock of burning lungs and freezing bones.

He was alone with his thoughts now, no constant stream of input from the person he chose to spend his entire life with, only a faint buzzing as he begged for that connection to still be there, nothing but silence and emptiness surrounding him.

Mike's breath hitched painfully as exhaustion and blood loss from his wound finally hit him, the adrenaline letting off and causing his body to be hit by waves of pain and exhaustion. He fell forward, landing in the soft padding of the floor of their safe room as his eyes started to fall shut he could do nothing but whimper as his body lost the energy to even fully cry. Hoping he'd wake up to someone else there, but also wishing he would never wake up until there actually was someone there. But he knew this world wouldn't be that kind to him. With a few last painful breaths his eyes finally fell shut as his cries fell onto an empty arena with no one to hear him.

Craft was now alone.

And he needed to be stronger than ever before.

#qsmp #qsmp tazercraft #qsmp pac #qsmp mike #qsmp writing #trying to put into words what they went through #was so much harder than i expected.#also trying to find a logistic way to #explain how they got seperated with the stasis chamber #was a bit of a struggle at first #anyways im still in emotional distress #void mumbling #text post

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dweebspace · 4 months

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Here's a reminder that the first season of Leverage was aired out of order and to watch it the way the creators intended is by following the dvd order.

And by reminder I mean I'm just letting y'all know because I, personally, was today years old.

#leverage #leverage season 1 #look i know this might be common knowledge but it wasn't to me #im so upset its so much better in the dvd order #this makes it easier to recommend bc the character arcs will be better #but its also harder bc now you sound like a star wars fan explaining the episodes #Dean Devlin i am so sorry

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judilyart · 11 months

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Your art is so ethereal!! It sort of reminds me of an old painting that I have never seen but I paradoxically have fond memories of it at the same time. It is really comforting. 🥺🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️

wha thank you so much!! that's such a big compliment omg 🥺

it's hard for me a lot of the time to describe the vibes in my art bc whenever I'm painting it I'm going off of my own feelings atm, it's how i can decide that it's "right", when i feel a certain way about it that it conveys!

it helps me escape into old memories and daydreams and a better world so I think that's why it comes off as dreamy and nostalgic, and it makes me rly happy when others feel comfort in my art too 🥹💜

#this is also why it's hard for me to explain colors bc most of the time I'm just like is my brain happy with this color here or no ahah #it makes it much harder to be fast and get things done bc i end up scraping pieces a lot

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wrightfamily · 3 months

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it fucking kills me how violent this world is and i am not just talking about people physically assaulting others or using weapons of mass destruction i am talking about policies like criminalizing homelessness i am talking about taxes not helping people i am talking about billionaires using their private jets for 13 minutes to see their boyfriends and billionaires refusing to pay their workers a living wage i am so sick of all of it!!!!!

#i don’t have the right words to explain how i’m feeling rn but god. i’m so sick of it!!!!#people only see violence as physical harm but it is so much more #it’s systemically making life worse and harder to live and making people feel hopeless #I AM SO FUCKING SICK OF IT

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