#*repetitive and also interactive

[sickgraymeat]

It’s Friday morning “crying real tears about how Nina from Molly of Denali reacted to Molly surprise visiting her on her birthday” hours

[isatartdump]

/lh

I just like seeing more of the stuff you make, you do what makes you comfortable :]

oN. BOTH ASKS YOU SENT- it means a lot to me sob sob

('' ◡́ .◡́ ) I've just been a bit anxious over making this one my main cuz I mostly made it to be an archive of isat fanart? I think it would still work as such with how tags work on tumblr (I think? I don't exactly get how tumblr works) so maybe that'll be alright on that end, while the other is just.

Is it frowned upon to post your original stuff?? After fanart for months??

Which like! Is probably a stupid question but I have never interacted in fandom spaces until I got a small hiperfixation on Phighting (by the time I used twitter still) and then I got more into fandom spaces after getting into ISAT

I MIGHT. MAKE IT MAIN . Already . Little me just needs to get out of the fear of interacting in fandom spaces, I have other interests I wanna dip on again

[doodle17]

Finished Sonic Prime last night and you guys I am so okay

[kresnikcest]

it already is impossible to write "ludger and elle both live" without addressing julius raising ludger, but goddamn does violet-eyed elle surviving make it even worse than prime ludger and green elle. especially with whatever victor might feel about julius (and if he knows about claudia).

[cashewally-sarcastic]

Ventus, who has spent days on the streets of Old Mondstadt listening to the voices of the people. Who has silently watched as parents take care of their young. Watch kids escort their aunts to the stores. The wind around him is so cold

He plays his lyre. Its the only thing he has on him. He would rather die than say where he acquired it, and at the end of the day its his lyre.

Ventus closes his eyes. For the breifedt moment he couldn't hear the deafening gales around him. He is in the eye of the hurricane. What song is he even playing? He switched from one track to the other minutes ago and was now improvising a solo.

The families are still talking to each other.

At the end of the day, he is just background music

.

Then one day a creature bumps into him. Radiating the same warmth as a prayer and eyes akin to his god's. Was it a spy? Was it a child? Was it a puppet?

Wearily, he asks for a name. Smiling as he tells the sprite how he wishes to make ballads of the little thing. It flutters around him, occassionally stumbling in mid air like its drunk. It gives out a little squeak as it gestures to itself.

Ventus tries to mimic that chime, but his mouth can't hit the same notes. The sprite speaks more and more, yet Vrntus can't understand a thing. He just smiles and nods as he subconsciously plays his lyre.

Before he knows it, he can feel the chill of night. Or at least what he thinks it night. The elders of the city tell what night is supposed to be, but the winds had carried away those voices a long time ago.

Tales of an object called the moon. How it would shift as the weeks go by. How it could disappear and be reborn once anew- surrounded by her starry sisters.

Night.

He hated it.

He hates how cold it is. How dark it is. How every candle and life is snuffed by the wind.

Yet the creature is still hear, making a nest on his lap.

Its warm.

Letting go of his lyre for just a breif moment, he runs his fingers down the cloak of the sprite. Soft yet smooth. Was this what a bird felt like?

Tomorrow would be another day. Tomorrow he could try to pronounce his ... freind's name better. Tomorrow he could do so much.

Despite the being being on his lap, he felt a warmth in his chest. Something he has never felt before. Something that made him think of protecting this creature.

Ventus rests his eyes as he carries his first friend, unware he would do this everynight til the day he died

*cheers and applause amid tears and sobs*

MAN that was NOT was I was thinking about sad wise but FUCK that hurts

[proudfreakmetarusonikku]

i love shiny hunters like they fucking do the same shit over and over again for tens of thousands of hours hunting like and they’ll make it even more difficult for themselves by hunting really obscure and rare things like? the fucking title screen minncino??? you can’t even keep that. people will do the most monotonous tasks for months or years for a cartoon sparkle and they enjoy it.

[c-infinity-83]

hhey so that failed authority check w the hardies & kim's gun. hey. hey. hey. hey. hey. h. hey. holy shit. hey. hey. h

[welcometoteyvat]

imaginarium theater they can never make me hate you

[misskamelie]

Also, as a side note. Lmao, not me realizing that the neurodivergency is so clear in my immediate family. It's like, how come no one got any kind of diagnosis up until now? 💀

[obligatory-name-change]

indigo park is so cute

[prlssprfctn]

During one of the missions, Jason gets hit with a new serum; not exactly a truth one, rather the one that doesn't allow a person to control their process of thinking. They just vocalise all their thoughts all together.

"Fuck, I forgot to buy milk... Wait, am I babysitting Laura's kid this Friday or next one? Urgh, Tim was right, I should get myself a Google Calendar, this is getting embarrassing... Fuck, Tim. I need to deal with the intel he sneaked me behind Bruce's back... Fuck, whoops—"

It took some time for Bruce to chase away the rest of the family from the Batcave. Jason insisted that if they are going to stick up and try to make fun of him, he will either open shooting right there or just return home. And he really, really wanted to help his son this time. So he shooed his kids away and promised not to interact with Jason and his vortex of thoughts until he finishes with an antidote.

"Ignore it, old man," Jason sighs, rubbing his face. "Of course, you won't. You only ignore when it is stuff related to me."

Bruce sighs back.

In all truth, all this thing is a little bit of a... delight. He hadn't heard his son speaking so much since he was fifteen, and... well. He misses it. A lot.

From the other side, he is a little bit concerned about the amount of dark thoughts in the back of his head. For example, when they hauled him in the car, he kept reminiscing of vans back in the Crime Alley.

It is either this or casual thoughts about his daily life. Or quotes from somewhere.

He can relate to the chaos in Jason's head for the most of it. It is also not surprising at all that he always complains about headaches — is his head ever rests with this train of intangible thoughts?

"I hate being stuck in the cave. And this stupid memorial is still here," Jason groans. Bruce's eyes automatically dart towards the mentioned memorial, mentally making a note to, perhaps, finally, hide it away somewhere. Or break. "I wish I could kill myself."

Bruce pauses. His fingers freeze above the keyboard, shoulders tensing, and it takes everything not to turn around to face Jason.

"They should invent suicide for these, who keep coming back alive," Jason jokes — because it is a joke, he laughs at it — but Bruce feels his heart stopping for a second, because... because if Jason jokes about it, then it means he tried it before.

"What?"

He knows he promised not to answer to Jason right now. But strangled words escape his mouth before he can realise it.

"Jason—"

He feels his son flinching behind him. Perhaps, he hadn't even realise that he said until now, because for a minute there is nothing but a string of repetitive curses, all over again. And then Jason just pinches his shoulder, voice heavy:

"Work. Dad."

For the next hour, Jason does nothing but feverishly read aloud books around the Batcave, desperately trying to muffle down any personal thoughts.

Bruce finishes working on the antidote when Jason is on the thirty page of Damian's forgotten biological book. The lump in his throat doesn't disappear for the rest of the night, even when Jason storms out of the cave with a rushed gratitude.

No one asks what had happened.

Bruce silently shatters the old memorial the same night.

[a-nywherebut-here]

i had a moment

[luviestarz]

kim mingyu fic recs!✮

✮ hot or cold? - @jjuniehao (when looking for something on his phone, you find an email you didn’t expect…)

✮ SHAVE — kim mingyu x reader - @yikesmary (with your boyfriend’s comeback approaching, mingyu asks you to help with shaving.)

✮ TEXT ME - @blue-jisungs (just very whipped mingyu :'))

✮ give it back! | Kim mingyu - @haoboutyou (fluff, fwb!mingyu suggestive, swearing)

✮ ; protective!bf mingyu. (tw: violence) - @m1ngyuism

✮ REPETITION / RARE LOVE - @nnight-dances (it's simple enough: you and mingyu are perfect for each other. you've told him as much but after years of him avoiding the topic, you leave him alone. but when your long-time infatuation with jeonghan gets rejected, you have nothing to distract you from your desire to be with mingyu. all it takes is you making out with the wrong person and a can of beer for mingyu to come to his senses. OR: maybe you don't hate repetition as much as you claim to.)

✮ stuff to talk about | kmg - @kkaetnipjeon (angst. fluff. drunk confessions. mutual pining. idiots to lovers. minors do not interact or i will set off a decades-long revenge plot against you and enlist minghao's help to do it)

✮ lipstick remover | kim mingyu | mdni 18+ - @wonwootattoo

✮ the very first night - @fxstpace (the search for a new place to live takes a turn for the worse when the only person willing to split rent with you is your ex-boyfriend.)

✮ perv!mingyu ⟡ kmg - @suhsweet (when your roommate mingyu is a filthy, dirty pervert obsessed with you)

✮ 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 | k.mg - @gyubakeries (angst-fluff scenario of mingyu getting jealousy and also a bit insecure with another guy talking with the reader)

✮ second servings - @diamonddaze01 (And what better way to show you how…grateful I am than to kneel in front of you?)

✮ - 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐥 - @sunniques (mingyu will do anything to make sure no man takes his place in his stepsister’s life.)

✮ — debauched | ft. stepbro! mingyu - @monamipencil

✮ lost in the west | kmg -@starlightkyeom (where your best friend pretends to be your boyfriend for the holidays so you can avoid more nagging from your mother. except your whole family thought you were already dating)

✮ no more wine for you - @seungcheorry

✮ what do i call you? 🕹️ k.mg [m] - @haologram (your best friend is a man of many facets - a creative architecture student, a skilled football player, a wonderful friend and a sought-after lover. not that he'd ever truly glance anyone's way, especially not when his heart has always been set on you.)

✮ better late than never — kmg - @seungkw1 (smut, best friends to lovers, non-idol au)

✮ BIRTHDAY BOY - @odxrilove (It’s Mingyu’s birthday party, and Hoshi lets something out under the influence of alcohol. Apparently, you have two gifts prepared for him�� completely throwing out the one-gift tradition your friend group strictly follows. However, Hoshi’s a liar — and a bad one at that — but it’s already too late. Even though Mingyu knows he’s supposed to be excited about all the gifts he’s receiving tonight, he’s (not so surprisingly) only interested in everything you’re giving him.)

✮ good behavior .ᐟ.ᐟ - @ddeonghwa-s (you're riding kim mingyu and find him absolutely beautiful and perfect. and so it's so easy for good boy to slip from your lips. little do you know that's all he needs to take full control so he can truly show you how much of a good boy he really is.)

[leatherbookmark]

too picky&nonsensical for talking to irl friends, too stupid for online conversations. as usual the only solution is to become a blue tit and run away to the woods

[qqweebird]

i stopped playing clangen a lot bc my clan got so big i couldn’t keep up with or care about every cat’s life but i also cared too much about all of them to turn on natural disasters or kill/exile any of them… i would like a ‘split clan’ option, like, if ur clan population gets over a certain threshold it could have a random migration event where some amount of cats leave. and maybe a way to trigger this on purpose & choose what cats leave. it could either save as a new playable clan file or just have them be like an npc clan

i havent played since mid summer ish and ive not been looking at the discord much but ik they were talking about making outside clans more involved so it might be able to be integrated into that system, if this isnt already a mechanic that is in some form in the game now

[feathersandblue]

So, full disclosure, I haven't been a Solas fan before.

I am now.

And that's because of Veilguard and the many, many ways in which I felt let down by this game.

The aspect that bothers me most is the reduction of nuance and complexity.

Rook's hero's cakewalk (because “journey” really isn't the right word) is a ready-made path that offers no deviation at all and never challenges the player in any meaningful way.

Sure, you can spend some time pondering the pros and cons of saving Treviso or Minrathous. Ultimately, it makes no difference. Rook does their best, they just can’t be in two places at once.

Same with the companion character arcs. What does it mean if you decide to you turn Emmrich into a lich? For the most part, it's idle musing. Indulgence. He’ll be happy either way, there are no real stakes. Yeah, your actions do have consequences, just not the sort of consequences that make a substantial difference. It’s the illusion of choice – reduced to cosmetics.

The problems with decisions that cost nothing is that they don’t feel like an accomplishment. They also don’t allow for character growth. Rook doesn’t change, they remain static. Even the section in the Fade where Rooks faces their regrets is easy and comparatively lightweight. Varric was killed by Solas, Harding resp. Davrin died in combat and either Bellara or Neve was abducted by Elgar’nan. It’s not like Rook’s decisions actually caused these events, it’s not like Rook actually failed through a choice they had to make that turned out to be the wrong one. Everyone was there willingly and volunteered to fight the good fight. Rook’s regrets are not about real guilt, they are about feeling sad and guilty. And that – it needs to be said – is not the same thing. At all.

At the same time, the story carefully avoids any kind of true ethical dilemma.

It's not even about the lack of mean or edgy dialogue options; that’s just a symptom. The cause is the writers’ unwillingness to let realism intrude in Rook’s fairytale – the lack of anything that would require Rook to compromise on morals, or fight temptation. Rook is never faced with any sort of moral conundrum, or allowed to act out any kind of vice that realistic characters have. In its straight-path simplicity, Rook's story is apparently written for children and people who remain child-like in their yearning for simple, uncontested truths.

Of all the sorts of conflicts that a story can offer, Veilguard carefully avoids the most realistic and (in my opinion) interesting ones: Character vs. self and character vs. society, aka, politics. The game firmly refuses to go there. To the point where it creates a completely unrealistic consensus on all sides that eliminates yet another sort of conflict: character vs. character.

If Rook and their companions would talk politics, they’d all be on the exact same side. In a two party state, they’d all cast the same vote.

I am sure that there are many players who feel comforted and reassured by that fact, who sincerely believe that this is how stories should be written. That stories should reflect the world not as it is but as they think it should be. But for everyone who likes their stories a little more realistic, that lack of meaningful interpersonal conflict, that lack of real diversity which comes not from appearance but from different cultures and opposing viewpoints amounts to a frankly cringe-worthy, artificial and juvenile surface-level interaction between characters. Or, to phrase it differently: the diversity remains skin-deep and doesn’t extend to the philosophical, and even in the few instances where it does, it shies away from the political.

Which means that the only conflicts that remain are the most boring and stereotypical ones: character vs. monsters resp. the supernatural, where all foes are evil in the blandest way (Supremacist Venatori! Fascist renegade qunari! Power-hungry necromancers!). These conflicts are resolved through exploring maps and endless, repetitive combat.

The only thing that brings a bit of nuance to the game is Solas’s story. And there is an element of character vs. character in Rook’s and Solas’s relationship, but the sad truth is that what could have been a fascinating mirrored character journey falls flat for all the reasons already explained – because where Solas is a character as layered and controversial as it gets, Rook is anything but.

Solas’s story shows how even people with the best intentions and the greatest integrity are ultimately broken by what life throws at them, both by the decisions that are forced upon them and the choices they make on their own. It shows how a prolonged war is always a sunk cost fallacy: I’ve gone this far, if I stop now, it was all for nothing.

Rook’s victories, on the other hand, come without a cost – both in terms of moral corruption and in accountability. The guilt Solas bears is real. The fight against the titans, followed by his war against the Evanuris, requires compromising his own morals, one day at a time, one century after another, he’s trying to save the world yet doomed to fail. Sacrificing the spirits to win a battle after the war has gone this far? Every single war leader around the globe would make the same decision. In fact, all of them do: They do sacrifice the lives of others if it will help them win, they do send soldies into the trenches to die, whether these soldiers want to or not, and they are rarely, if ever, truthful about the reasons why.

In a certain way, the story of the spirit of wisdom turned flesh is reminiscent of the biblical Fall of Man: the original sin. Solas has fallen, and he’s broken. In trying to heal the world, he’s trying to heal himself. The burden is too heavy, the responsibility to great, the knowledge that he is responsible for all of it too devastating. Solas’s greatest conflict is character vs. self. It has the potential to be great. In a way, it is. It’s the single redeeming quality that, depending on your interpretation of what went on behind the scenes, the writers managed to salvage from the original concept of Dreadwolf or the lone pillar that withstood all their attempts to bring it down.

Only sadly, infuriatingly, in the end, that fallen hero’s ending is put into the hands of a protagonist who judges him from the perspective of someone who has never even stumbled – not because they are wiser, braver, or kinder. No, just because the writers were gracious – or cowardly? – enough to never let them fail.

The game gives Rook a moral high ground which isn’t earned in the slightest because Rook never had to walk even a quarter of a mile in Solas’s shoes. They don’t know what they would have done in his stead, they have no idea what it actually means to see the sorry shape the world is in and know that it was your hands that shaped it. And even where Rook might actually be culpable – the interruption of Solas’s ritual that freed the remaining Evanuris – anyone is quick to assure Rook that it wasn’t their fault.

Whatever regrets Rook carries, they’re born from self-doubt and trauma response. Survivor’s guilt, mostly. When compared to Solas’s immense guilt, Rook’s regrets are, for lack of a better term, insignificant. That Rook manages to face them doesn’t mean that they are more truthful or emotionally mature, it just means that Rook’s story is a tale for children and Solas’s is not.

It’s not that I’m necessarily opposed to the idea that the player decides Solas’s fate through their actions. It’s the injustice of it all that bothers me: The player is led through a game that provides a safe space for their character, one that is devoid of any interpersonal conflict and any ethical quandary. Rooks succeeds through kindness and heroism and taking their companions on team bonding exercises.

As if Solas could have won the war against the Evanuris if he’d taken the time to take his companions on coffee dates.

The juxtaposition – Rook vs. Solas – fails, simply because of this deep divide. Rook’s story is detached from reality and yet Rook gets to be Solas’s judge, jury, and executioner. On what grounds?

As I said, right in the beginning, I haven’t been a Solas fan before. But by the end of Veilguard, I was firmly, irrevocably, Team Solas, just because I was so annoyed that the narrative put Rook in a position of moral superiority. I detested my own character. Jesus, what a goody two-shoes! I was rooting for Solas simply because his story was so much more: a genuine tragedy, a study in complexity. Rook, on the other hand, remains bland, snotty, unchanged. Untried.

The thing is, I don’t believe that my reaction was one the writers had intended. I strongly feel that they didn’t mean for me to pick up on their double standard, that they expected me to walk away fully satisfied, convinced that Rook and The Team were the Good Guys because they went on picnics and petted the griffon, their final victory well-earned and just. If only Solas had had a Team and taken care of their emotional needs – he could have taken down the Evanuris with nary a scratch!

It’s all so very disingenuous.

Rook and, by extension, the player exist in a bubble of sanitized content. That is clearly deliberate. The player is meant to like it there. (In that sense, it’s only logical that they changed the title from Dreadwolf to Veilguard.) And clearly, it does resonate with a certain kind of their player base: mostly with people, I think, who would like their real life to be a bubble too and whose only experience with moral corruption is when they find it in others.