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My apologies... I have fallen into Genshin Hell

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Here I am, 12AM Sunken deep into my bed Kept alive by the light of the moon Close my eyes, but my mind's got its own plan tonight And it keeps rubbing salt in the wound I know it's too late As night turns to day Now there's no escaping the ghost I can't shake these midnight thoughts when I'm alone Latching to my brain and never letting go So I'll start making friends with the noise in my head And all these midnight thoughts when I'm alone

- "Midnight Thoughts" by Set It Off

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📔 with a subject on Ezlo or Mini c:

Once again, I am plagued by thoughts of those long gone, those who I have cast away eons ago. Yet under the light of the moon, surrounded by nothing but wind and wilderness, my goddess-forsaken brain likes to thrust some dusty memory into the forefront of my mind again, until I’m left frustrated. I doubt this journal will ever come into hands other than mine, and so I shall write in anticipation of such whispered secrets becoming lost forever.

Before I was Vaati the Wind Mage, I was merely Vaati the Minish. I’m sure it’s not surprising that I was an outcast even before I stole the Cap. I was always different. It’s not as if I was shunned by the other Minish; no, that pathetic race wasn’t capable of such things. There was simply a gap between me and them. A gap which I am unsure of whether to label as a difference of intelligence, instinct, or whatever else. The Minish always just were, just happy to do good, to make others happy, to simply live. I, on the other hand, always asked why.

It is this why which both gave me opportunity and isolated me. I’m not sure what about the pathetic, brooding Minish kid caught the old man’s interest, but Ezlo extended his hand to me, offered to teach me. As someone with nothing, of course I accepted.

...Though I may lie if asked, the time under his tutelage wasn’t... bad. While we were Master and Apprentice, the relationship often edged more into Father and Son territory, as loathe as I am to say it now. We really did feel like... family.

But as the years went on, I came to realize that though I had hoped Ezlo was different from the others just like I was, that his wisdom would make him just like me, I was destined to be sorely disappointed. He didn’t have the why. Just like the others, he just was-- wise, dedicated to magic and research, but without any question. I remember that I had asked him once, why we must be good and generous and kind and helpful to the Hylians. Ezlo seemed to think it was a stupid question. The answer, if I recall correctly, was just that it was right.

I had felt... more isolated than ever. I felt stifled. And admittedly, I felt utterly powerless and useless. As much as I may claim to be a genius Wind Mage, I was nothing back then. Never enough, or at least never enough to be taken seriously and for my questions to be answered. For that, I would need to be strong. Powerful. If I was going to be alone, I at least wanted to be alone at the top.

Ezlo’s reaction to me stealing the Magic Cap just confirmed everything to myself. We would never understand each other. And when the time came, for all that Ezlo liked to think he was like my father, he wouldn’t stand on the side of his “son”, but rather the side that was “right”. It came true in the end, though admittedly unleashing monsters upon Hyrule and trying to steal the Light Force was probably enough justification for his actions. Still, I wonder if in the years following my first “death”, he had ever mourned for me? Or did he only mourn what I used to be like, before I decided to follow my ambitions?

I suppose it’s useless to wonder now. I am alive, and he is long dead. And if there was any sort of miracle that allowed us to meet again, I doubt we would ever gain closure. Neither of us were good at talking.

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📔 + monster watching, like bird watching but with moblins and stuff

It is admittedly somewhat fascinating to see the differences between species among different generations, though I can only say with confidence that I remember two with any sort of clarity; that of my birth, and that of this era. I have attempted to approach various monsters throughout my travels, and as expected, I have mostly been met with fear. The stupider ones attempt to attack me, but run away quickly when seeing their comrades easily decapitated with a flick of my hand. Still, such terror and caution is not exactly useful when attempting to observe them, so I have been watching this particular camp of Bokoblins and Moblins while hidden on a cliff far above them.

The first differences were obvious with one look; the “Moblins” as the travelers call them look nothing like the Moblins that were once under my command. In fact, the Bokoblins look more like what Moblins once were. If I were to describe these new Moblins... take a Bokoblin and stretch out its proportions into a lankier and taller version of itself, and there you have it. It is clear that the increased size has helped the new Moblins become physically stronger. In fact, I saw it pick up a particularly annoying Bokoblin and chuck it several meters away into the nearby river. Obviously, their new size and strength has also put them firmly at the top of the pack, at least when they only have Bokoblins to order around.

Perhaps the one thing that hasn’t at all changed is their level of intelligence. I have watched as a Moblin dropped a rock on its own foot, accidentally kicked a Bokoblin into the campfire, and then proceed to blame another one for its ineptitude. Yes, just as stupid as ever.

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SEND 📔 FOR A JOURNAL ENTRY WRITTEN BY MY MUSE.

Additionally, add + and a subject to make it about said subject!

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What Time of Day Are You?

5am

you're a lost soul, like streetlights in the suburbs or midnight thunderstorms or old 90s songs. you're hard to read because you keep things to yourself. your heart can feel like a permanent liminal space like a train station at 5am. you're probably nocturnal because you find that darkness makes you want to write and paint and do things you're usually nonchalant about. you're always looking for things that make you feel alive, and probably identify with lonely neon cities and 80s aesthetics. few know it, but you're a treasure trove of wisdom, kindness and imagination.

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wild-champion​:

He nodded.

“After that, it’s a straight shot to Hyrule Castle. The Divine Beasts weaken Calamity Ganon, I finish the job, and Zelda is saved. Easier said than done, of course.”

“Of course.” He didn’t doubt that there would be some convoluted obstacles in the way of each target-- that’s just how these sorts of things worked, as stupid as that may be. Still, Vaati was confident that it would be a lot easier to complete the tasks with the aid of a wind sorcerer like himself.

“I’ve been to all of those places. Well, obviously not inside Gerudo Town, but you get the point. I don’t have a particular preference which one we tackle first, since all three seem equally annoying to deal with. You lead on, hero boy. Just keep in mind, I’m not going to bother to help clean up weaklings or help you complete any stupid side-tasks that you take on out of the goodness of your heart, capishe?”

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caxdinal​:

     If only he hadn’t been so drained of power, he would have LOVED to wipe that shit-eating grin from the mage’s face. As it stood, however, the old Knight was at the mercy of the other’s hand, though it still didn’t stop a frigid gaze from narrowing at the minish in DISGUST. The question remained in the back of his mind: How had the Wind Mage survived? The age of the young hero to  have defeated him for good had passed so very long ago, and so how was it that the other stood before him in good health? Perhaps those CRUEL words were right. Perhaps the goddesses have, in fact, abandoned him and the heroes to follow him, after all.

     This whole thing was an absolute JOKE.

     “Come any closer and I’ll–” The words died on his tongue as the elixir was forced onto him, the blond sputtering for a moment before recovering altogether. It tasted about as good as anything with the intentions to heal and rejuvenate would, that is to say, absolutely disgusting– though admittedly BETTER than anything one would have concocted back in his own era. Still, the first hero couldn’t help but take note on one thing: If Vaati wanted him dead, why help him in the first place?

     Once he felt an inkling of strength return to him, the blond was quick at SHOVING the bottle away from himself, the back of a gauntlet-clad hand smoothing across his lips to rid of the mess that had undoubtedly been made in the process as his frown only deepened.

     “If you mean to kill me, then poison is a terrible choice.” He paused, testing the waters of his own LIMITS as he made to stand, a light sway accompanying the feat but having been accomplished all the same. “You cannot poison the dead.”

Vaati had to admit, seeing the blond choking on the elixir was almost funny enough to cut through the irritation at the fact that he had to rescue Link from death in the first place. Almost. Thankfully, ever the enduring one, the Hylian somehow managed to gather enough strength to get up despite looking like he needed about 5 more doses of the stuff. 

Truly, Links in general were way too resilient-- another blessing of the Goddesses, probably... or maybe it was genetic. He wasn’t sure if all Links were related in any way, but every single one weirdly had similar traits even if they had different faces. Hm. Something to muse about later.

The wind mage blinked and raised an eyebrow at the other’s words, scoffing. “Poison? Really?” Red irises rolled, lagging at the top of the circle as he looked to the sky for any answers-- not that goddesses would be willing to speak to him of all people. “You’d be surprised, hero boy. Regardless, everything about you indicates that you are very much alive, so stop trying to kid yourself-- it’s pathetic. You’re welcome for that, by the way.”

Not enjoying the idea of drinking from a potion that was once attached to the other’s mouth, he corked and tossed the half-empty bottle at the other, lobbing it in a perfect arc. “So, what caused the great Link to look like he’s one step into the afterlife, hm? What, is there another Calamitous entity running around?”

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hyaciiintho​:

     … So… not… Beamos? To say that the Hero of Time was confused was putting it all too lightly in terms, honeyed brows furrowing at the stranger’s response whilst he followed along QUIETLY for the rest of the way– “My name is Link…” He managed to murmur instead, leaving matters at that as he focused on the forest ground ‘neath his feet.

     Confusion only grew that much more as the mage spoke on, sapphires rising to direct their focus on the other, only for it to be effectively STOLEN by the scene before him. Darkness– it swirled around the castle like persistent miasma, and often times Link could catch the sight of something (was that a face ?! ) rising from it’s thick sludge to howl voicelessly into the sky only to vanish within it’s bulk shortly after.

     The Hyrule he knew was in RUINS, crumbled buildings and unfamiliar landscapes dotting the horizon as far as his eyes could see, and all he could do was stand there in silent shock, the vague tremor of his hands being registered as he honed in on the CHILL to fall down his spine.

     “… This… Th-this is… not Hyrule…” Came the words at last, eyes near desperate as he put all effort into TEARING his gaze away from the catastrophe at hand. “This is not my home !!” Tone was more of a plea than a statement, as though begging the other to tell him it was all an elaborate illusion. He was a mage, wasn’t it he? Who’s to say this was beyond his power?… And yet, the longer he stared, the more he began to realize the SEVERITY of the situation. “H-how could this have happened ?!”

The man’s genuine reactions of shock, horror, and then desperation were even worse than Vaati was expecting. Honestly, he almost felt pity towards the other-- Even seven years later, he still remembered his own reaction to the state Hyrule has become. ‘This is not my home’, huh? Though it wasn’t those words exactly, the former Minish held a similar feeling deep in his heart the first time he awoke to this new land. 

Nothing remained but echoes of memory. Not the things he hated, nor the things he loved about Hyrule. It wasn’t just foreign, it was all gone, and Vaati knew that even had he succeeded in destroying the kingdom or whatever himself back when he was stuck in his own delusions, it wouldn’t have ended up in this sort of desolation. In a way, he has been grieving himself ever since he awoke-- grieving a place that no longer existed.

Yes. He knew what Link was feeling very well.

“No, it’s not your home. Hyrule is gone. Effectively, at least.” Of course, his almost clinical words didn’t betray any of the sympathy or understanding that he held in his chest. Vaati wasn’t about to go soft on some hero lost in time. “I don’t exactly have all of the details, but as far as I’m aware, a hundred years ago Link and Zelda-- no, not you or yours-- tried to fight against that thing.” He cocked his head towards the black mass again. “They lost. The Hylian kingdom was destroyed. And the world moved on.”

Pausing for a moment, Vaati crossed his arms, one hand on his chin in a contemplative manner. “Well, I suppose that’s not entirely accurate. I’m sure the reason Calamity has been contained in the castle for a hundred years has something to do with those two. And as inept and terrible those Goddesses are, I’m sure a Goddess-blessed hero will come about to fix things eventually. Again.”

A sudden thought passed through his head, and he squinted at the blond suspiciously. “That’s not you, is it?”

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OOC.

speaking of RP tho I just got reminded of that court magician and king vaati au I had cooking with sawyer (psst, anyone know if they’re still around??) and I’m like HELLO?? WHAT GREAT AUS, I WANT THEM

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OOC.

aight well since I decided to be back I should,,, figure things out??

I gave the blog a facelift first of all! I’m also planning on queueing posts this time because honestly my motivation to write goes from 100 to 0 real quick LMAO

I’m also quite preoccupied nowadays because I’m the main editor and de facto leader of me and my friends’ youtube channel (which I will.... maybe link here later, if anyone’s interested in watching me play games lmao)

so yeah, activity will still be low, at least for a while, but I guess low is better than gone :P

I don’t really know what I’ll do about my old threads?? I’m probably going to archive everything and start over, with the exception of if any partners ask to continue them (I’ve already got two in drafts to continue for example)

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I’m (kinda) back??

hi dweebs its ur local grape calling to say I might be active on here again

who knows? I don’t

a certain hero of time is holding me hostage

send help

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“And where there is no ECHO there is no description of space or love. There is only SILENCE.” ― Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves

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OOC.

I can’t believe Link is the Herald of Andraste--

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picorihero‌:

The little blue hero covered his face trying to hide what was already out in the open. He knew he was crying for a silly reason and it only made him want to cry more. He couldn’t hold it back, and the tears kept rolling. Darkness laughed even harder to a point where he could almost cry too. 

“You always know just what NOT to say,” the shadow mocked, then shrugged, “It’s almost like you never had to live up to standards. Eh, no surprises there.”

Rolling his eyes hard, he promptly let go of the gremlin’s leg, letting him fall onto the ground. “Standards? What kind of standards do you need to live up to? You’re literally twelve!”

Goddesses above, he was supposed to be the bad guy here. Was it really up to him to give the tiny hero a pep talk? He was the last person that would be good for this responsibility! The little monster had a point after all-- anything that came out of his mouth just tended to be abrasive. Vaati exhaled loudly in exasperation. Whatever. It’s not like there was anyone else around. Seriously, where is his damn former mentor when you actually need him for once?

“Okay, look. Hey, pipsqueak! You listening?” He very rudely snapped his fingers in front of the blue-clad hero, either not caring or not realizing he was being very insensitive. “You’re not a hero!” Wait, that didn’t come out right. “You’re Link!” Farore above that was corny. Come on Vaati, get it together. “People don’t become heroes through valiant acts and by being perfect and brave and strong! People don’t become heroes! People are made heroes. A ‘hero’ is nothing more than an image and label that the weak put onto whoever they see fit to do what they cannot do themselves. In my opinion, you shouldn’t be upset at not meeting other people’s expectations, especially those of weaklings who leave fixing their entire kingdom to a child. You should be pissed! I know that if it were me, then I’d put those pathetic ingrates in their places!”

He huffed, putting one hand on his hip and twirling his other hand in the air. “Of course, you’re hardly like me, right pipsqueak? You’d rather silently accept the responsibility that’s unfairly handed to you. You know what? Fine. But maybe you should think about what you really want.” He squinted at him, bending at the waist so their faces are uncomfortably close. “Tell me, boy, is the reason you want to be a hero because you want to meet people’s expectations? Because you want the fame and admiration from everyone? Or do you want to be a hero because you want to be what you think a hero should be like? Good and kind and valiant and strong, etcetera etcetera? Decide what it is right now. If it’s the former, then fine, cry and suffer at your own hands! I don’t give a shit. But if it’s the latter, then there’s nothing to cry about. There’s no standards for you to meet. There’s only your own drive to accept your flaws and try to make yourself better, one day at a time.”

He huffed and straightened, crossing his arms and tilting his chin up with a conceited tsk. There went his bucket of good deeds for the next millennia.