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blueskittlesart · 2 years

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what are your opinions on the themes of age in botw (or loz in general tbh). bc i think botw is incredibly interesting in the sense that it seems to be somewhat concerned with the theme of age, possibly as an extension of its theme of passing time, while also having so much incredibly weird age stuff (like, implying link is 17 by not allowing him to drink alcohol and his only retort being a joke about how he’s actually ‘over a century’, but also constantly making adults hit on him) that at this point i don’t even know what the game is even like, trying to say about this theme. or why it even bothers bringing it up as a theme in-story

I think that age in botw, specifically link's age, is completely dependent on its theme of destruction and reconstruction. link's age is somewhat muddled in dialog and never actually stated outright because he doesn't KNOW how old he is. Who he was 100 years ago has been entirely lost to him along with that version of hyrule, the version that exists pre-calamity. When link's age is brought up, it's either as a joke or to draw attention to the fact that he has essentially lost 17 years of his life and is being forced to rebuild himself from the ground up. I've mentioned this before in my analysis of botw as a whole, but it's important to the overall cohesiveness of the game imo that link's character arc mirrors hyrule. pre-calamity, hyrule was well-constructed and thriving at first glance, but upon deeper analysis there were a ton of internal problems, specifically the way link and zelda were treated as the supposed saviors of the kingdom. (this isn't even going into some of the implied narrative with the sheikah, but that applies here as well.) But when he wakes up, link finds that hyrule has been destroyed by the calamity and rebuilt all over again, and in the absence of any real government, its people have still managed to come together, to form tightly-knit communities, and to continue to grow. link, similarly, wakes up a blank slate, essentially in the "destruction" phase. His journey through hyrule in botw is the rebuilding. it's him finding himself and learning to grow around the wreckage of his old life, just as hyrule has grown around the wreckage the calamity wrought in his absence. In this way, i think the idea of age becomes sort of... unimportant, i guess? when analyzed in terms of the story as a whole, because link's hundred-year loss is less about him actually aging and more about a metaphorical destruction of his past self that allows him to grow anew.

#and i do think this is kind of a strange choice in tandem with other games like oot & ww where age was SUCH an important facet of links arc #but for botw link age is just kind of... a nonissue imo. especially when you remember that he was ALWAYS considered a prodigy #and so was pitted against people more than twice his age on the regular. like even pre-calamity i think he didn't care nearly as much about #age as some of the other links who were noticeably kept out of certain circles due to their age (cough cough oot)#like. it just genuinely isn't something he thinks about i don't think. age has never been a limiting factor in his life #which actually might explain the whole alcohol thing. he's so used to being treated like an adult that his first instinct upon being denied #alcohol is 'but im literally 100 years old.' even tho theres no way that would work lol #asks #zelda analysis

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dimiclaudeblaigan · 6 months

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"i know we shouldn't be killing rhea and i personally am against it and my gut tells me this is wrong but i'll do it anyway because nobody else uses logic on this route anyway!"

#DCB Three Hopes Run #this is no thoughts head empty route so she's just going to blindly trust claude who has faced plenty of pushback #for his decisions and go ahead with helping him and the others kill rhea for reasons they have zero and sometimes negative evidence of #like rly why wouldn't she just be like hmm I don't agree with this can I sit this one out. nope she's gonna get involved anyway #it would've been more interesting if marianne disagreed and grew backbone and sided with the church instead #they try to write the routes as like... everyone is happy with their leader (unless you're dimitri #bc then felix gets to talk shit for half the game in houses and ppl ate it up like pie)#and they don't ask questions. when they do ask questions it's a brief answer that just shoots it down #even lorenz in gw saying they should just leave edelgard for dead was ignored #for all the proper reasoning he gave everyone else just went lol you're like (edelgard or claude depending on your choice)!!!#and then went on about the uwu classmate thing (even tho they didn't rly even know each other at all in this game as classmates #and by the timeline edelgard left the monastery before even the lions so she was around them the least amount of time)#like... actual reasoning in this game gets shot down so fast so it's no wonder marianne didn't actually DO anything #and didn't stick by her actual feelings/beliefs but it's still annoying that she didn't #maybe it would've made claude and friends think twice abt the whole thing if they had to cut marianne down too #for refusing to go along with it bc she she didn't believe it was the right thing to do

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icewindandboringhorror · 1 year

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Very generic “”gothy” character in a children’s cartoon” type look just out of curiosity, seeing if I had enough stuff to put together a full outfit from a box of old clothes lol. I didn’t have an actual main shirt though, so it’s just a plain tank top with cat shape cut out of paper and safety pinned onto the front

#Though not calling anyone generic if this is your style or something. I don't mean it in a bad way. I just mean like.. all of the steretypic #al elements are there. The choker thing. the 'fishnet shirt under a tank top' . the 'carefully placed slightly askew studded belt' etc.#the skirt + some form of patterned specially striped tights + platform boots combo. etc. Like from a character design standpoint #These are the elements usually present in a show when they want to portray 'this caracter is slightly edgy and alternative'#just missing like.. hair with straight across bangs in pigtails that's black with a few colored streaks in it. OR just like shoulder length #shaggy hair that's also streaky and has a sidebang. and like.. one lip piercing or something ghhjbjh.. dark eyeliner #black nailpolish. I'm not painting my nails just for one uoutfit though. I actually used to wear nailpolish more but I just hate the smell #so much now. I can't see how I ever was able to bear it. I think maybe because usually I had some bigger spaces with ventalation. I guess #I could paint them outside maybe. Still #It's still hard to beleive some poeple will like. full on #get their nails done on a constant basis. get hair done. etc.etc. Not even just becuase of the money but like. the sensory experience seems #ovwerhelming. I only have been to a hair salon like twice in my life and both times I HATED a person touching me. and having to like lay my #head back and get it rinsed. etc. I went to a nail slon literally once because someone else wanted to go and I happened to be with them #and the smell was bad to me and also I did not like them touching me even if it was just my hands. Also I've never had fake nails #and didn't want them so when I went in I just got them plainly painted a plain color with nothing special andit's just like.. I could have #done that myself for free lol.. I get going to a place with special tools and equipment if you want something complicated but like..#why pay to have your plain nails plainly painted in a plain way #Hair thing if more bothersome though like. Maybe strangers can touch my hands i guess but like. letting someone near my head and face.#automatic bad reflex. Like an animal protecting it's belly or something. I think amplified by the fact that not only is a stranger touching #you but also there's like. so much. stuff. wet feeling on hair and then the feeling of hands and then so many smells and then other poeple #being there too. etc. etc. Though since my hair is so long now I have been curious every once in a while to like.. go into a place and get #an estimate. Not to go through with it actually but just like. hey if I theoretically wanted you to bleach my very dark extremely thick hai #r that is all the way to my fingertips. and make it like white.how much would that cost and how long would it take. I feel like it would tak #e froever and be very expensive since it'd probably use up a lot of product. I barely even keep up with coloring my own hair at home anymore #because it's always such a process. Instead of one thing of dye I need literally like 4 lol. etc.#Or maybe it'd be cheaper because they'd have bulk items instead of buying single package. But still. the man hours probably. cost of labor.#ANYWAY khjk... Another fun look just to be silly. Not really my style but it's all just playing dress up

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doctorbrown · 6 months

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DOCTOBER '23 ⸺ 「 31 / 31 * FINALE | HEART 」

March 8, 1929

Whenever Erhardt was at the courthouse, if Emmett wasn't in his room, pouring over works that would make his father red-faced and angry, he could be found with a pillow propped up against the grandfather clock in the living room, leaning back and reading whatever caught his eye this time.

It had become a pattern over the years, one Sarah had learned quite quickly after the first two times wondering where her son had run off to when he wasn't anywhere to be found in his room. Emmett was at his most comfortable when his father wasn't at home—and she couldn't blame him for that, despite how she'd tried to soften the tension between her husband and her child—and he didn't hesitate to take full advantage of the house when it was open to him.

Sarah quirks a brow upon seeing the book clutched in Emmett's hands. ❝Are you reading one of my science-fiction novels again?❞

❝Father isn't home to yell at me for wasting my time reading this worthless trash.❞ He puts on his best impression of his father as he can, mimicking the gruffness of his voice and the accent he'd yet to lose even after nearly twenty years here. ❝He wouldn't even listen to me when I told them they were educational, because they were about science.❞

Sometimes, his parents seem like fire and ice compared to each other, opposites in every way eternally fated to clash, especially where their interests are concerned; there are days he simply can't understand how they get along.

❝I found this hidden in your library.❞ He holds up the copy of A Voyage to Arcturus he'd swiped, knowing he won't be reproached for his choice in reading material. Finally, he looks away from the book, and Emmett purses his lips, studying his mother's done-up hair and full state of dress, coming to the conclusion she must be going out again for some of the day's chores.

He wonders if this time, he'll be forced to go along.

❝You know your father usually gets home around five,❞ she says, prompting Emmett to lift his head as high as he can to see the hands of the grandfather clock above him, ❝so be cautious how long you spend out here, dear.❞ The time currently reads 11:00 exactly and he frowns.

❝Is Father ever going to get our grandfather clock repaired? It has been broken for weeks and I really liked the hourly chimes.❞

❝He said he sent out for a repairman, but that was two weeks ago and I've heard nothing since. At this rate, I don't know when it'll be repaired. I'll bring it up to him tonight at dinner. Speaking of—Emmett, I'm going out to pick up some groceries. I trust you'll behave for a few hours while I'm out?❞

Emmett nods and with a quick goodbye, Sarah closes the door behind her, leaving him alone.

The book in his hands no longer holds his interest. Now that they've brought it up, all he can think about is the broken clock, whose mechanical songs have been sorely missed over the past few weeks. The clock had always been a constant, a comfort, a staple in the house as far back as he can remember, and he'd found himself on more than one occasion peering into the glass, watching the pendulum swing and the weights dance with their precise, rhythmic grace.

It was as close to watching time live and breathe as he could get and it had captivated him, as did the smaller clocks set up in the house.

Just a few months ago, he'd disassembled the small bedside clock in his room to see how it worked and had managed to put it back together without either of his parents figuring out.

If he could do that, surely he could fix this one, his favourite clock in the entire house.

His father clearly didn't see the importance of having it operational again—that, or he simply didn't care—and he could already imagine how the conversation at dinner would go. Poorly. And the clock would remain broken for another several weeks.

If he didn't, nobody else would.

Emmett checks to make sure his mother really has left before he hurries to the storage room to dig out the toolbox he'd seen his father use several times.

It's heavier than he remembers, but his mind is made up and nothing is going to get in the way of his goal, even if he has to drag the box the rest of the way towards the house.

As he peers inside the glass, he starts to take stock of all the pieces within, studying each of them carefully as if the answer will suddenly leap out at him. There could be any number of things that silenced the clock and as far as he's concerned, the best solution is to start carefully removing pieces until he can pinpoint the culprit.

For a moment, the task feels gargantuan, what with all the sprawling, delicate clockwork, but he's got his wits, his determination, and his trusty toolbox, so as he stands on his toes, reminding himself to be slow and cautious, it starts to feel more doable.

I should start from the top down.

The side door only takes a little wiggling to get loose and Emmett marvels at the first real look he's ever gotten at the movement, glittering gold in its wooden case. His eyes widen at the mechanical marvel twisting before him and he finds it even more appealing than the ornate carvings inlaid into the dark cabinet.

The front door swings open easily and Emmett's touch is almost featherlight as he pulls the hands off the movement. The clock face looks unsettling without the hands there, almost like it's naked, and he frowns as he sticks the hands in his pockets for safekeeping.

Everything has to come out in order for him to properly inspect it, but the question now becomes how. How does he remove the movement without further damaging what he's trying to repair?

Emmett sticks his head through the open side panel again and lets out an excited aha! when he spots the latches holding the face of the clock in place. A firm push knocks it free and sends the face clattering to the ground. He winces at the sound, but a quick inspection reveals no new damage—nothing has snapped off or bent or broken, so he must still be okay.

The relief he feels at that is short-lived when he realises he has no idea what to do next.

He presses his lips together in thought and reaches back through time to try and feel around the different pieces of the machine. This is all just another puzzle, one created by someone who may understand time better than him, but he has science on his side, and if he follows the cables and pulleys back to their origin point, where they connect must be the problem.

A broken gear, perhaps, or a bent hammer, or something has gotten knocked out of place.

When he tries to pull at the movement again, it remains stubbornly locked in place, and so he drops his focus down to the weights dangling lifelessly at the end of their golden ropes.

Those, too, clatter to the ground in perfect synchronisation with the loud yelp of surprise he lets out.

The rest of the pieces follow unceremoniously after, one-by-one until he's left cradling the silent heart of the clock in his hands.

Emmett turns it over in his hands, scrutinising it from corner-to-corner to try and spot anything that screams this, this is the problem!

❝Emmett Lathrop Brown!❞ That cold, booming voice strikes fear straight into his chest and Emmett immediately freezes, clutching the clock's heart to his chest like a shield. He's sitting in the centre of the half-circle of dismembered clock parts and no amount of trying to talk his way out of this one is going to make him look any less guilty than he is.

His father's anger could level the house. He can feel it, a thousand white-hot blades digging into his skin, even from across the room.

He tries to look up at the clock above him, but instead of helping him, it screams accusations.

❝Y-Yes, Father?❞

#doctober 2023 #a broken clock may be right twice a day but in this case it was very wrong rip emmett #and with that...doctober is over!! it's bittersweet but i'm also thankful and i feel like i've grown more confident as a writer for this #fandom even if just by a little. to all who've read and liked and commented and reblogged any of these prompts i thank you wholeheartedly #you've definitely kept me going with your enthusiasm and i appreciate you greatly for it #i feel like emmett's love for reading definitely came from his mum and sarah is one of those types of people who will read a wide array #of different types of genres #and she likes to collect books too which young emmett helped himself to whenever erhardt wasn't around #it was basically their little secret #also the fact that even in the delorean owner's manual doc talks about the fact that his mum and dad did not part on good terms #just lends weight to this theory of mine; it was probably the culmination of a lot of bs and them not being fully compatible and the fact #that well he just treated their kid like shit and she was not about that #and in the comics erhardt was basically like 'you're just as stubborn as your son' just lends me to believe that he was not the #type of person who did well with others who didn't fully bend to his will #&; a great idea can change the world 「 hc 」#also given the origin of the grandfather clock and the neat science behind it #it seems so fitting that it be used as a main catalyst in doc's life - and that he'd love it #he just wanted to fix the clock okay and as you do when you're young you think you can do everything #doc being also wicked smart and too curious for his own good def didn't help but #doc's obsession with time and clocks is everything to me tbh #every clock is a little different and they all tell different stories and time is such a fascinating concept #man-made perhaps but still

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terroristiraqi · 17 days

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oh i wish feelings would go away

#p #need to unregister from the class we signed up for together lol #unless i need it in that case he can leave #i do care about him but he was just exhausting me constantly #just being immature and not to my standards. which like fine i have high standards for ppl whatever #but just not being realistic at all. then has the gall to call me immature and call this 'tv ahh shi'#genuinely burst out laughing at that one #he loves me sure.#i realized i kept dreading calls or trying to ignore his texts and avoid him essentially #didn't see him for a month and we kissed day after eid and there was nothing honestly #none of the spark or the feeling that was there before #alhamdullilah. i came to my senses even tho 3 weeks late #he says he doesn't hate me. 'you're the only one who can break my heart'. direct words #he's upset no doubt. blocked him on everything #i think he thinks i'll come back i mean i came back twice #but khalas. sneaking around and lying and the excuses i keep giving to my family. it's exhausting #on top of me being already iffy about him. i'm 18 man i have so long to find someone #he was a lousy boyfriend a lot of the time. didn't make up for the things he said he'd make up for #he did get better but im not entirely sure since we didn't see each other for a month #all i need to do is look at the bright side of it all. i have so much freetime now. i can do what i want. i don't have to apologize for #every little thing. i feel more relaxed. i don't have to check my phone as often. i don't need to make excuses for someone else #alhamdullilah alhamdullilah alhamdullilah

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thesmokinpossum · 9 months

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I'm going through a pretty difficult period right now but I just learned that Larry Nassar got stabbed in jail last month and that actually put a smile on my face :)

#twice in the throat twice in the back and six times in the chest :D #he didn't died but honestly the fact that he'll have to stay in jail after this trauma is even better to me #i hope he's spend the rest of his life in a state of paranoid terror #and i hope they hurt him again in a little while #anyway this dumbass was apparently stabbed after he made 'lewd comments' about girl athletes to another prisoner #which once again confirm that litterally nothing on earth can change the way this type of perv thinks #anyway i hope the other prisonner got some ramen noodles or instant coffee or a bar of soap or anything as a reward

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mainfaggot · 2 months

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I was so anxious today even tho i was on top of my self care slash mental well being basics check-list... I suspect it was the caffeine on top of already worsening anxious Symptoms

#it was def that combo bc i did everything else right #i was weirdly calm for the first 15 mins of my commute this morning and then it was all downhill from there fr #i got so self conscious and anxious after that and then in class i stuttered twice and seemed so unsure of myself even though i was #otherwise communicating quite coherently and fluidly #and then after class at the coffee shop where i attended my online lecture i was so on edge #i think the matcha latte just added onto the shot of espresso for the worse #which is strange because thats really not a lot of caffeine? i literally had two shots of espresso the other day and got really hyper but i #didnt want to die about it or cry about it #so yeah ^_^ its probs bc the past two days have been rough so it snowballed #also i had a weird moment on my commute home #i was so nostalgic bc it was all warm and rainy and the sky was a warm grey #but then i was so melancholy i wanted to cry #and i swear in that moment i felt like something earth shattering was happening to me because i was so refreshed by the memories of a past #self but it all felt so strangely tragic. i didn't just feel happy. i felt happy and then distraught #and i probably looked like a fool because i cant control my facial expressions as well as i used to be able to #i feel like im being dramatic again but 乁⁠(⁠ ⁠•⁠_⁠•⁠ ⁠)⁠ㄏ i have the mind of a poet or whatever the hell they say #i dont think they say that #z.post

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shiniestcrow · 3 months

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The group confronts Kagha about her connection to the Shadow Druids. Sage is almost glad when the fighting starts; having to listen to Kagha defending her choices is grating on their nerves.

The fight ends predictably: with Kagha, the Shadow Druids and whoever else joined her side dead. Rath isn't happy and neither are most of the other druids. Sage doesn't particularly care at that point. The tieflings won't have to worry about getting kicked out before Sage and the others manage to take out the goblin threat anymore. The kids are somewhat safe for now.

When they leave the grove again, Wyll speaks up: "I have to say, I'm a tad surprised you didn't try talking her out of it. You've been surprisingly successful so far whenever you do."

Sage looks back at him, then past him at the gate receding in the distance. They shrug. "Even if I had convinced her, it probably wouldn't have changed the beliefs of the others there. And besides, she was trying to get a child killed. If we hadn't intervened that first time, Arabella would probably be dead. I don't forgive that. A better person might be glad if she changed her ways but I don't care."

They turn back, leaving the grove further behind them.

"I suppose you could be right," Wyll says, voice trailing off.

Sage shrugs again.

For everyone's sake, they hope Halsin will be alive and actually able to bring the druids back to their senses.

For some reason, Sage had always assumed druids were kinder people than most. The whole connection to nature thing and all that. Of course, that assumption had been quickly proven wrong. We don't allow drow in here this, foulbloods and outsiders and parasites that. They scoff. "Let's hope this Halsin is a better guy than most of the druids we've met so far."

On that point at least, they can all agree.

#oops what's this #another sage snippet?#was not planning on this #was thinking all day about the conclusion to their personal story in act 3 (there will be pain :3 and very deserved murder >:3)#but I played this and for the first time didn't even try convincing kagha #because sage wouldn't #they really really wouldn't #and it's a lot easier for me to roleplay now that I've finished the game twice and seen act 1 many more times #easier to let go of the compulsive 'I have to be the best possible person' thing #and tbh #in the end #it was kind of gratifying to kill the other two druids that fight alongside kagha and the shadow druids #especially that elf guy #can't stand him #glad he's dead lol #also #I'm thinking about putting these snippets on ao3 but I'm unsure if it would be better as one work with multiple chapters or a series #technically they're not chapters that build on each other but just random scenes that all revolve around sage #but posting many individual short works feels also kinda unnecessary and spammy #bg3 #bg3 tav sage #my writing

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