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moonndust · 1 year

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chapter 20, 21 and 22 were something… (part 1)

(includes fire emblem engage spoilers)

only alear, kagetsu, alcryst and merrin survived the griss hide n seek level

and i vividly recall alcryst always dealing the final blow.

atp if alcryst dies in-battle then it’s fuckin over for all of us

alcryst died once at some point and i immediately went to the time crystal

he’s like my only maxed out character and i am not risking the chances of losing a wet towel of a menace

one crit and its all over for the enemy

kagetsu had like 8% crit chance and landed on like more than 10 crits in a row.

i like but also dislike the lack of characters in each cutscene. like wtf was everyone else doing when griss was talking to alear? they were clearly right there??? right???

then get his ass. sneak up on that bitch and STAB HIM IN THE GUT OR SMTH.

it’s that easy.

this game has so many plot holes. way too many that i can’t even think of one.

like half of the casualties in the plot could’ve been avoided if we used that damn time stone. framme was so fuckin right about using the time stone to stop florra port from getting destroyed. use your brains y’all!!! USE IT!!!

ik it would make the game like longer but still‼️

i didn’t understand a single thing in veyle’s backstory (i wasn’t paying attention to all the “tell don’t show” shit)

my opinion on marni drastically changed when she immediately switched up. it really felt rushed but i really like how her va portrayed marni’s feelings.

marni’s death was like witnessing a child getting disowned and killed right after

mauvier’s character is great‼️ he’s just bland‼️that’s all‼️

the battle was pretty easy ngl. alcryst (as always) landed the final blow on veyle.

the cutscenes were awkwardly put together ngl. like the cutscene where veyle is crying over alear’s dead body, vander and alfred are just 🧍

i mean ig it could work as a parallel cutscene to lumera’s death but still.

why tf were they just standing there. they were most likely standing in shock but at least make them closer to alear’s body or smth omg.

anyways

the writing is dogshit but i somehow nearly cried in some cutscenes. don’t ask why bc i don’t know either.

i’m blaming the god tier va work for that. they put so much effort for such a shitty script that it works.

zephia, ik you’re hot n all, but i am this close to throw hands at your ass

“we’re all family here.” THIS IS NOT THE FOUND FAMILY TROPE THAT I REMEMBER

mauvier was just there. ngl he did a lot of work in the battle but he also didn’t do much at the same time??

i’m not done w/ the chapter 22 battle yet but goddamn that’s a lot of cutscenes.

ngl it would’ve been fun to fight the corrupted + corrupted veyle as the units w/o alear. that was such a missed opportunity for a good challenge.

i like corrupted veyle’s voice better than her normal voice…

oh no they took away marth’s blue hair and pronouns 😨

they took away everyone’s colored hair and pronouns 😱

now they’re all red and pronounless 😢

i started the battle in chapter 22 w/o knowing that alear was the only one who could get the rings…

so my dumbass made alcryst waltz to lyn’s ring and i realized that i fucked up

had to use the time crystal and go back 2 turns to the very beginning

and replay the battle from scratch.

pandreo (once again) was a fuckin trooper and carried everyone

the emblem rings i assigned the everyone was lowkey random but i let the ai do it for me since i am a lazy fuck

so there was uhhhh alear/roy, alcryst/lyn, kagetsu/lucina, pandreo/corrin (later changed to micaiah), seadall/byleth, rosado/eirika (changed to corrin), clanne/celica, zelkov/eirika, alfred/sigurd, merrin/leif (originally ike) and timerra/ike

i sorta did change timerra’s class to picket pretty late so she kinda died in almost everything but its ok i still love her

i wanted to play around w/ the change class mechanic on the benched units i had (i wanted to give diamant exposure therapy through sage class)

i actually have a good strategy that i didn’t even get to use and i’m pissed.

this is just a one shot alcryst centered strategy. 1) make alcryst engage w/ lyn and dispel doubles, 2) pandreo uses rescue and teleports alcryst close to him n seadall, 3) seadall uses dance on alcryst, 4) astra storm that bitch w/ those sweet chain attacks‼️

this could also help w/ lucina’s all for one skill.

seadall’s dance was a life saver in every battle.

alcryst, kagetsu pandreo and merrin are the biggest carries in my team atm

alear is just… there

in conclusion? always take out the villain when they least expect it.

griss in post-battle chapter 20 telling alear the big fell dragon thing? get his ass from behind.

hyacinth just standing there at chapter 10? pop his old bones

when sombron appeared before alear died? just yank the helmet off of veyle’s head. marni cracked it ffs.

oh yeah and use the time crystal like your life depended on it plot wise.

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candy-corn-slut · 2 years

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just had a really frustrating conversation with my mother about my childhood.

‼️‼️TW: suicide, suicidal thoughts, suicide attempts‼️‼️‼️

when i was 12, i spent the better part of a year obsessed with the thought that i needed to kms because (kind of a convoluted story) i wasn’t sure if i was actually a christian or not and i needed to know where i was going when i died

i loved with this for roughly a year before i finally told anyone (a mentor, then my parents) and when my parents found out, they did /nothing / about it!

they obviously told me they didn’t want me to, and they accepted at face value my reassurance that i was fine now, even though i was 13 and had been lying to them for a year. they didn’t attempt to get me any kind of help- not even a christian “counselor”

the only time it was mentioned again was about 6ish months later when my mom asked me how i was and i said fine and she said “are you sure? i don’t you to lie to me and then have to go through another big confession”

(guess who never wanted to be honest with their mother about their feelings ever again)

we were just talking about it, and my mom asked what i thought they should have done

here’s a crazy idea: PUT ME IN FUCKING THERAPY. I WAS THIRTEEN AND I WANTED TO FUCKING KILL MYSELF. I NEEDED GODDAMNED THERAPY. it wasn’t until last summer (eight. years. later.) that i finally quit wanting to kill myself (i no longer believe i’m going to heaven so the afterlife genuinely scares me now)

seeing a therapist probably wouldn’t have fixed me. but it might have??

maybe i would have seen that i was being shitty to my best friend (didn’t even notice) and we wouldn’t have fallen out the next year, and i wouldn’t have spent 8-12th grad being fucking miserable at church bc my ex best friend was in the “in” group and hated me. maybe we could have reconciled. maybe i could have actually enjoyed her wedding in may. or been in it. maybe i wouldn’t have had to wait until 6 fucking months ago to even KNOW what happened bc my brain sealed those memories the second it ended.

maybe i would have been able to save my faith. and learn what surety feels like for everyone else instead of spending the next 9 years trying to force myself to understand god without ever asking any meaningful questions and maybe realizing i’m gay wouldn’t have put the final nail in the coffin of my faith. i could be happily fucking delusional right now thinking god loves me, no matter who i love.

maybe i wouldn’t have attempted to kill myself the first time i realized i liked girls.

maybe i wouldn’t be so fucking miserable even now, or maybe i would have never been miserable if i hadn’t ever heard that godforsaken sentence that made me suicidal in the first place.

but no, i have to forgive my mom and pretend everything is okay bc she was too ducking stupid to realize that her thirteen year old, suicidal daughter needed professional help and not a guilt trip

and i couldn’t bring myself to yell at her even though i’ve DREAMT about that for months now, because i’m a badass in my head and a fucking coward in real life. in the moments where it matters.

#tw suicide #tw suicidal thoughts #tw suicide mention

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hatterstan-shameblog · 3 years

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Prompt My Own Damn Self #1: Non-Linear Healing

Summary: When you die in Borderland, you don’t die in real life—you simply get transported back to the real world, full memories intact. This proves to be a problem when you see a familiar face while walking down the street...

Genre: Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Enemies-to-Bromance

Warnings: ‼️18+‼️ Language, Death, Violence, Sexual Content (Mentioned)

I based this off a text post or something that was like “hey what if you just go back to your real life after borderland and you see hatter and you’re like ‘wait that’s the guy who stole my cards, slept with my wife, and left me for dead in a game’ like wouldn’t that be kinda funny?” And like...it IS funny. But also we get sad and sentimental.

(Also, yes, I AM prompting myself. What are you, a cop??? Wanna tell me where the law is that says you can’t prompt yourself??? Yeah that’s what I THOUGHT! Come back with a WARRANT)

It’s been three months. Three months since you woke up screaming on the bathroom floor, eyes streaming tears as you thrashed against the tile. Three months of night terrors, three months of therapy, three months of sedatives and breathing exercises and non-linear healing.

Healing. Today, healing comes in the form of a post-lunch stroll through the bustling streets of Tokyo. Crowds never made you nervous, before, but now... Well. Things are different, now.

You busy yourself, your brain and your eyes, looking at the swirl of colors and shapes bustling around you. Breathe in, breathe out. There are no games here, no death looming around the corner, no lasers to clip through your cranium and shoot out below your jaw.

And then, you see him. A mirage? A trauma memory? A ghost? No. A man. Slouching against the door frame of a shop, face turned up towards the sky, cigarette smouldering between his middle and index fingers. He looks content. Happy, even.

Fear hits first, like a punch to the gut. Then, bubbling rage. Of all the people, of all the miserable sons of bitches to run into on the street—

You’re weaving through the crowd now, slipping between couples and sidestepping shoppers, vision shifting red and fists clenching. You want to punch him. You want to knock the stupid hat off his head and feel his trachea crunch beneath your palms. You want—

“You wanna buy a hat?”

You freeze.

“Hatter,” you say.

He looks up at the sign above his head, then to the hats in the shop window. Then, back at you.

“Uh...yeah?”

You grab him by the lapels of his loose-fitting shirt and pull him up, noses centimeters from bumping together.

“You...” your voice comes out guttural, growling, “you stole my cards, you fucked my wife, and then you fucking shot me with a goddamn crossbow!”

“Ooooooh,” and Hatter has the decency to at least hint at remorse, his mouth turning downwards into an exaggerated frown, “You were...y’know...there.”

You shake him.

“I should kill you for what you did—“

“—Probably should, but can we just...” His eyes dart left and right, taking notice of the few people who have stopped to watch a potential altercation unfold, “Inside, please? Getting mugged outside your own shop is, uh, not the best look...”

And you let him go, only to grab him by the collar and drag him through the doorway. Then, you slam the door shut, the little bell above it chiming manic and merry as you push Hatter to the floor.

“Okay, you’re upset with me. I get it. I’m upset with me, too,” He’s still on the floor, half-reclining on bent elbows, palms open and facing outwards in an attempt to calm you down, “The card thing was wrong. It was wrong, and it was messed up, and I’m sorry.”

“You think I give a flying fuck about the cards?”

“No! No, uh,” He cowers when you kneel on the floor and grab him by the shirt collar once more, arm reeling back for a punch, “Oh! I’m also sorry for shooting you! Even though, technically, it’s the game’s fault for making rules so that—“

Your fist connects with his cheekbone with a loud smack. The hat which had been so perfectly perched atop his head is knocked halfway across the room as Hatter’s head takes the impact of the punch.

“Fuck, okay, I deserved that,” he says, “What else am I supposed to be sorry for?”

“My wife,” you seethe, “you rat-bastard....”

“Of course, the wife! What was her name, again?” He flinches as you raise your hand once more, “I want to apologize properly! So you can hit me and really make it count!”

You study his face for a moment, admire the knuckle-shaped bruises blooming on his skin.

“It’s Aiko,” you spit, venom dripping from your teeth.

“Aiko? Aiko, Aiko, Aiko...” His face lights up, “Oh! Aiko! With the short hair! And the little heart-shaped earrings!”

“Those were an anniversary present.”

“You have great taste! In jewelry and in women!” He slowly raises his hand, index finger extended upwards as if to ask a question, “I didn’t fuck her, though.”

This time, you slap him.

“No, really!” Hatter hisses from the sting, “We made out, I felt her up a little, but I did not fuck her.”

“I saw you two at the club...”

“...And she was sitting on my lap and I had my hands on her tits, but that’s it, I promise,” he sighs, “Look, man, I always admit to fucking somebody’s wife. Or husband. Or whatever. But Aiko, she saw you and she started crying. And it was a total mood-killer—“

Desiring symmetry, you decide to backhand him.

“—But the point is that she left me to go back to you! We were super drunk and she was just using me to deal with the stress of the games! Trust me, I meant nothing to her!”

Hatter closes his eyes, bracing himself for the next hit. Something in you sours. You let go of his shirt and move so you’re sitting with your back against the counter. Tears begin prickling at your eyes.

You hear something shifting, a light groan and the crack of joints as Hatter moves to sit beside you. He puts a hesitant hand on your shoulder.

“We were all just trying to survive out there. Doesn’t make any of it right, but...well, that’s what makes us human, I guess.”

Bitter tears, hot and angry and heartbroken, spill down your cheeks.

God, what a nightmare. What an awful, terrible thing to have lived through. The blood. The death. The fear. Everything rushing through you, cracking your bones and drowning out your lungs.

It hurts. It hurts so goddamn much—

“Here.”

And Hatter’s offering you a beer—when had he gone and gotten that?—green bottle glistening and cold in his outstretched hand. He has another one pressed against the side of his face—no doubt trying to take away the ache your fist had pressed into his skin.

You dry your eyes on your shirtsleeve and take the bottle, nodding a ‘thank you.’ He sits back down on the floor, but this time, against the opposite wall—out of hitting range, you notice with a chuckle.

“How is she?” Hatter asks, “Your wife. Did she...come back?”

“About a week after I did. She’s...” you take a gulp of your drink, “...coping.”

“Aren’t we all?” He smirks, “Let’s just hope she doesn’t come and beat me up, too. I bet she’s got a mean right hook.”

And you laugh. He laughs, too. It’s ridiculous, sitting on the floor and drinking with the man you had been so determined to hurt.

Two beers later and you’re walking home, sunset warm on your back, phone dialing your wife’s number. You’ve decided to invite him to dinner this weekend—provided it’s alright with her, of course. It’ll be good for you all, you think.

Maybe you can all start to heal together.

#alice in borderland #danma takeru #hatter #boshiya #alice in borderland netflix #imawa no kuni no alice #spicy boy #I’m a grown ass woman I can prompt my own damn self #ngl I kinda wanna know what would happen after this like how’s this gonna go down???#listen I love hatter but also he seems like a very punchable person

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