Reading 'Solo Leveling' (a webtoon/webnovel about a guy who uses a game-like interface to level up and fight monsters and become ridiculously OP and the coolest and hottest guy in the whole wide world) really proves something to me that I've thought about.
The goal of a story is to achieve what it wants to achieve. Different genres have different certain marks the story should achieve. If it doesn't hit those marks, it's not a good example of the genre. In a lot of was it's not even a good story - it doesn't entertain the audience in the way that they want to be entertained. A romance novel isn't a bad story because it doesn't feature great action scenes, but neither is it a bad story because it doesn't delve deep into the sociopolitical implications of neocolonialism. Does it make the reader feel happy? Is it cathartic? Is there a happy ending? Then it's a good romance story - even if you think stories shouldn't need happy endings.
The 'satisfaction' of stories like Solo Leveling is the fact that is very entertaining to watch a guy be super powerful and mow down bad guys and have everybody around him go "WHOAH that's a cool guy". Maybe it's cool because you're projecting, or maybe you like great action scenes, or because you like 'underdog gets powerful' stories. It's a power fantasy. That is the goal of Solo Leveling, and so long as I'm going "WHOAH COOL", then it's a good story. And Solo Leveling is the example of the power fantasy video game dungeon OP protag. It does those elements, it executes them competently, it's a good story.
This is the third of these types of stories I've read more than 5 chapters of. The first was Omniscent Reader's Viewpoint. And baby. This is no ORV.
ORV a big reaction to Solo Levelling in a lot of ways, since Solo Levelling was very genre defining and influential, and it's hard to write these OP stories without having a relationship to Solo Leveling. It's like the most popular webtoon out there. The OP hero, the gaming interface and rules, the gods fucking you up, power fantasy - they're all checked off by ORV. It doesn't subvert them much. You watch kdj pull one over on a shmuck and you're like HEY YA BABY and you watch him utterly decimate some schmuck and you're like WHOAH COOL. You like ORV, basically, for the same reasons you like Solo Leveling. They're the same genre and in a lot of ways the same story.
But ORV has driven me nuts and after a while Solo Leveling has gotten boring. Because ORV has a fantastic supporting cast that puts the MC's OPness in relative perspective. Because there's cool action scenes with different teams, of different dynamics, giving freshness to each chapter. Because you get to see kdj slowly implement some nuts gambit of the course of the entire arc and when we finally hit the end point where it all comes together it's FUCK YEAH. I'm leaving out the actual depth here. But ORV and Solo Leveling do the same thing, except ORV has a great deal of other story elements that build into the main 'point' and escalate the satisfaction, joy, and intensity of those points. You don't read these OP hero novels for the supporting cast. You read it to watch a dude be cool. But ORV's supporting cast - and, like, the fact that they're actual characters, even the women - gives us a lot of other smaller 'hey yeah!' moments, gives it buildup, makes the OP moments meaningful, and gives a grand climax and huge satisfaction when kdj does what the SL guy did by himself. And the supporting cast is only one example of this. A story is a good story if it accomplishes its point, but a story like SL will never really deliver its promises nearly as well as ORV could. Not because ORV is deep and has """themes""" or fucked up shit like that. The 'WHOAH COOL's are just better. Because ORV knows why stories are good and what makes a good story.
Anyway I'm fucking begging you I have tears in my eyes this is why your fic needs more than the hot ship of the day I promise it won't detract from the ship it will make the ship BETTER but you have to get WHY you like these homosexuals so much and it's NOT just because they're CUTE sometimes there's OTHER REASONS THAT ARE IMPORTANT LIKE THE WOMAN YOU'VE BOOTED AND -
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Big TW for pet loss
Hey, clangen tumblr and those who just enjoy the silly cats on this blog. I know it's been a little bit of time since my last update, but unfortunately during the past few months, I have been caring for my closest friend, Comet.
She's been my best friend for 15 whole years, and on February 9th of 2024, I'm sad to say that she has passed. I won't lie when I say that this is one of the hardest posts I've ever made, but I want to continue this blog in her honor. Normally, I have a terrible habit of just letting projects like this slip by me and gather dust; however Comet was meant to play an integral part within the blog to immortalize her, and I refuse to let something meant just for her to go to waste.
I want to thank you all first of all for being such an amazing community. I've genuinely had so much joy come of this blog, and it pains me that I let it go stagnant for as long as I have. There are 568 of you now, which is so extremely wild to me; but I hope that from now on, you can all love Comet as much as I did, even if as a memory.
I hope to return to posting content both here and on my main, @mxssacre , but for now I still need time to grieve and come to terms with the loss of someone that was so incredibly intertwined with everything I've done since I was 9 years old.
Thank you for everything Comet, my heart, my soul, my love.
More of my favorite photos of her beneath the cut.
It's hard to choose favorites out of the thousands of photos I've taken of her over the years, but I hope these do her justice to show what an amazing being she was. I hope you're hunting your toy mice in the stars, Comet.
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@kikker-oma @gryphonlover @smilesrobotlover @silvrash-797 @ladye-zelda & anyone else who wanted to see Abel and LU Wild, here you go :)
Link sat beside him, watching him silently for a moment. Abel shifted, uncertain what to say or do, but the boy finally asked, "Why did you take watch?"
"It's a shared responsibility among your group, is it not?" Abel replied carefully before sincerely adding, "Besides, I don't sleep well."
The Hero of the Wilds hummed, looking contemplatively back at the fire. "I don't either."
Abel felt his chest clench, seeing the distant, somber pain in the boy's eyes. "I imagine not."
This caught Link's attention, and he looked back at Abel, brow furrowing slightly. "I should know you, shouldn't I?"
Abel watched him, startled. Link was far more expressive now than he remembered - it reminded him of when the boy was just a child. But his childlike wonder was tempered, mellowed by indescribable hurt and melancholy and loss, intertwining to create someone who was looking at him with pained desperation and dread, someone who was steeling himself for something.
In that moment, Abel realized, it probably was better that Link didn't remember. Better to live in the moment than have the memory of the past drag him into oblivion.
Which meant he needn't tell him the truth.
Abel schooled his expression into a neutral one, one that his son had mirrored so, so long ago. "We've never met, Hero."
Link watched him, eyes widening, and for a moment Abel thought it was because he was surprised at his response. But something else was wrong; the teenager's face was frozen, eyes seeming to dull, looking somewhere beyond Abel. The former knight turned to look behind him, wondering if perhaps Link had seen a beast, but there was nothing there. When he looked back at the boy, he hadn't moved.
"Link?" he prompted, putting a hesitant hand on the champion's shoulder. When the boy remained frozen, he shook him a little. "Link."
Anxiety wormed through his gut - what was wrong? This was like the boy had been frozen by a spell or something! He shook him again, harder, saying his name loudly. He heard movement as his tone roused someone, and the Hero of Twilight came into view.
"What's wrong?" the Ordonian Hero asked.
"He just—he isn't reacting to me at all," Abel explained, snapping his fingers in front Link's face. The boy didn't even blink.
The other hero hummed, seeming to relax. "A memory, probably. They come to him like this, it's... weird. But he'll snap out of it."
A memory? What memory? Did the boy just randomly... zone out like this? Wasn't that dangerous? What if he did that in a battle—
Link blinked, finally seeming to come back to life, but he immediately looked pale and ill. He was trembling, eyes filled with tears, breaths coming in gasps as he looked at Abel with horror.
Abel felt his blood run cold.
"Champion," the Hero of Twilight prompted, moving to put a hand on his shoulder.
Link rose abruptly, his eyes never leaving Abel's, before he turned on his heel and walked away swiftly.
Abel rose automatically to go after him, worry eating away at him. He'd caused this, he knew that. His heart fluttered with guilt, both at instigating this and at desperately hoping and wishing it would help as well, when he knew that it absolutely wouldn't. He wasn't good at processing emotions or handling others having an emotional crisis - that had always been his wife's gift. With her gone...
Goddess, he just wanted his family back.
Shaking his head and swallowing the lump in his throat, Abel focused on finding Link, but a hand on his arm stopped him.
"Stay here," the past hero advised. "I'll get him."
Fire burned its way from his gut to his heart, and spilled out of his mouth. "Do not tell me what I can and cannot do, boy."
Chosen Heroes be damned. Just because these children had saved their own Hyrules didn't mean they could order him around like this. It wasn't like destiny had smiled upon his world.
The young man's face hardened, grip tightening. "He's clearly upset. I'm not letting you get near him right now. Give him some space. I'll go to him."
The anger intensified, mixing with pain at the thought that the Hero was right - he had no right to the teenager, he didn't know him. It made him snap all the more. "I need to make sure he's okay, and you won't stop me from doing that."
"I will make sure he's okay," the Hero replied curtly. "Your concern is appreciated. But he's my brother of the sword. You are just a guest here."
Abel finally lost all patience, stepping forward into the man's personal space and hissing, "He's my son."
The young man's harsh expression immediately broke, eyes blowing wide with shock, grip loosening enough that Abel knocked him out of his way and stormed into the forest to follow Link.
It was easy to find him, given the hiccups and sobs that he heard. Link was sitting by a little stream, curled in on himself and shaking. He heard Abel's approach, immediately turning and looking at him, too devastated to bother putting up a fight anymore.
Abel wanted to apologize a hundred times over for hurting him like this. He wanted to apologize for losing him like this. He wanted to dig a sword into his own chest and gouge his own eyes out and never see his boy look like this again.
Instead, he slowly knelt in front of him and gently pulled him into a hug.
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what do u think Farah, Kate, Valeria’s types are, like personality wise or physically? love ur stuff so much, there isn’t enough stuff for the cod women and it is the worse💋
Hey there! I don't think they have a type per se, to them it's more important to have a good connection with someone! So I only wrote about what I think they'd like their partner to be! I didn't write about any physical appearances, though, since I think that sort of thing doesn't matter at all! The chemistry is important to them more so than anything else!
Valeria’s, Farah’s and Laswell’s type
Valeria: She’d likely be into someone who knows what they want from the get go, who can get aggressive at times but knows when to be quiet as well. Someone intelligent, who knows not to mess with her and her business too much, willing to let a lot of morally interesting things slide. Someone who can be loud at the right time, who isn’t afraid to stand up for themselves. However, I think she’d also be into someone independent. She doesn’t have a lot of time for a relationship, always out and about somewhere, so she’d want someone who can take care of themself. Someone who knows how to do house chores is also a big plus. You don’t have to worry about her doing nothing, if she wants to she can hire a maid or something, but it’s sort of domestic to her to have a partner who knows how to cook and use a vacuum cleaner. That way she won’t have to worry too much about coming home to a messy home. Her ideal partner would be up for going out with her from time to time, and wouldn't be shy in front of other people either. Someone motivated would be nice as well. Just someone willing to do things with and for her. But the most important part would be loyalty. Someone who knows that what she does is wrong, but stays with her despite it. Valeria can’t allow someone to work against her, not even someone she loves.
Farah: She’d probably like someone chipper. She’s surrounded by war and death at all times, so having someone cheerful with her, who can lift her spirits when she’s feeling down, would be ideal to her. Besides, she loves the domestic parts of life as much as the next person, so she wouldn’t mind settling down somewhere with someone, but she also wants to be with someone willing to go out with her to maybe explore the surroundings a bit. Doesn’t have to be a lot either, just watching the sunset while going on a walk with her would suffice for her. Her ideal partner would be open for most things, from cultures to just some outings. And although it’s only a small part of her, she secretly does wish for someone who’s not straight. That way she can share her experiences with someone else and not feel as alone. Someone who can show her something new almost every day would also be appreciated. Farah is a very loyal person, so she’d love for her partner to be the same. Communication is key, so someone willing to talk to her if something bothers them, regardless of what it may be, would also be nice. It would also be nice if that person could stay calm during most parts of their life and not lose hope immediately, someone who trusts that Farah will come home safe and sound to them and not freak out about every small thing.
Laswell: I think she’d be into someone calm. Someone a bit older, maybe even a few years older than her, who has seen the finer things life has to offer and who can appreciate them. Nothing would faze them and they would never raise their voice. Someone, who doesn’t need to see the world anymore, who has seen most of it. Someone stable and content. While Laswell could take care of someone, she doesn’t want someone reliant on her since she’s abroad more often than not and doesn’t have the time for someone like that always. While it would be nice if that person could speak up for themself, she doesn’t mind having to speak on their behalf from time to time. That person doesn’t have to be the next Einstein, but she’d love someone she can have sophisticated conversations with over a glass of wine. Someone willing to drink some wine with her in general would be nice. Laswell is too old to want very many complications, so she too would appreciate someone willing to say what bothers them so they can work it out together. Not everything needs to be perfect, but she’d prefer it if she could talk it out with them. Although she can splurge a little bit here and there, it’s important to her that her partner is responsible with money and doesn’t buy everything that comes to mind. She wants them to be well off, and that is, mostly, only possible if you know how to save money. She thinks butches are hot, but she’s not opposed to a cute femme either.
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(By the way, I thank You for the stars)
I guess I’m not asking for miracles now
I guess when I talk to St. Therese I can do without roses
I only ask for a mundane peace
And a lack of fear
At Mass, during the Transfiguration, I pleaded
“but a thread from Thy Robe and I’d be healed”
And then I knew,
You were giving me Yourself but I couldn’t –
I stood before the Altar and wrung my hands in thought with no resolution
You know best what I need,
then give me that –
but suddenly I’m afraid
The easiest prayer is “help”
and then to drop into soothing darkness
But I jerk up my head, unable to faint at a whim
I sometimes wish we still wore corsets
I guess I’m not a saint
maybe I should trust You more
I sat on a swing today though I’m far too old for that I think
It felt like flying, if only a little
I’m still unhappy and scared
But I need to end this poem and not with the night
By the way, I thank You for the stars
(11.06.23)
edit: the context for anyone who doesn't follow me is that I have a huge problem with scrupulousity
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