Yesterday I was replaying Deltarune and I was going really insane about it picking up on things I missed on my first playthrough and something that fucked me up hard was this line here
The little ellipsis at the end, almost like you can hear the regret on their voice. Voice of an ad who is realizing maybe they fucked up on this one. But it also made me think of... The possibility of this being a reaction to Spamton's actions.
Because I don't think this was an automatic thing, I feel like their drifting off was gradual. Sure, their jealousy had won them over (I'd have killed the guy or myself if I was them so I don't even blame them) but Spamton was too getting busier and busier the more famous he got, and as they say, that never stopped. He only kept getting bigger, until it all came crashing down. And when it did it was one of them who tried to go find him, after all that.
But I digress, let's focus on the original quote from my favorite sigma enby themselves, Pink Addison. There's obviously not only the regret to it, but feeling like they were abandoned too. Both parties lost a lot and the real tragedy is just how easily it could've have been avoided! Or rather, how beyond their control it was...
But I'll get off topic if I keep speaking so I'll leave it at that. The sheer tragedy that there is to everyone involved just makes me insane. Like I said in a post previous to this; you cannot trace down a good guy or a bad guy in this tale, it's just desperate people taking awful decisions and living to regret their actions.
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Mirio Blinked. Is... that a possessed stuffed Zorua?-.. Actually no, judging a situation like this might as well be tossing a rock at a glass house. It'd probably be best if he didn't use any illusions talking to the pair, though.
"Oof... You all need a sewing kit? I keep one on hand incase I gotta patch up my tent."
Silas didn't seem very amused by Mirio, he gave them a quick glance before circling around and grabbing at their bag confused.
"What's your fuckin' trainer using you as a pack mule? Yeesh, Blink twice if you need help. They must be a real prick."
"I was a fancy pet too you know. Though I was much fancier than you." Silas said almost mockingly, "Did your trainer throw you away for someone better as well?" He gave a laugh.
"You know one day your gifted to a trainer, next you're their fuckin' pack mule carryin' all their shit. Isn't that how it works for us Zoroarks?" Silas gave an annoyed huff before walking away.
"I don't need your pitiful charity attempt, I'll probably just go steal some shit from 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 and her stupid ghost."
"She's always had a weird saviour complex anyway, I'm sure this would fulfil some of her stupid little 'I need to help everyone I meet' needs for the day…"
"… As if I would even give that bitch the satisfaction. She doesn't fucking deserve it."
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My Lyrics for Eve's Demon Dance Tokyo! This song jumped the line of wips, I immediately fell in love with it 😂 I'm really proud of these -- it worked out well and was a blast to sing :D (Lyrics under the cut and my rambly process commentary in the tags lol)
Ah, don't you miss the home from where you came?
So many memories, feel your mind FLY FAR AWAY.
Tread-tread-tread-tread memories in tow,
INSTANT-PARADISE TOKYO.
Humans with such strange STYLE, all confusing me to no end
Jealous of them; wanna join them;
Credentials and such be damned. JUST GIVE ME (a)
SUPERMODEL TO DATE, wouldn't that be lovely?
CAMERAs are my place to be.
STYLE won't you come to me.
Ah, my voice as well has BEAUTIFUL SOUNDS, I’M LOVING IT.
You and me set side by side, I'll face you if you'll risk it.
Now I'm starving! Carefully as possible,
I'll consume you! Thorn-covered and poison-full,
Eating until I feel fed. "I'll have one of each," I said.
Grow wild! The worst follows AFTER BAD.
We'll fall down! Crashing parties that they had.
Conversations charge ahead: the turning point OF THE DEAD.
Endlessly I'm feeling coerced into everything.
Thump, thump, my heart --
Knock, Knock, my heart unlocks, love thump thump thumping like an arrow that's notched.
That dress looks so nice, does it feel too tight?
Now, you lead the way, to each command I will agree.
Do you think he's cool? Do you think he's lame?
It's all the same, let's dance BARRIER FREE.
SHOWTIME starting now, you can't allow yourself to sway.
Shed your worries and their weight, flying fast and far away.
We, the ones the world will never hold in high esteem
Never need to offer flattery, all we do is dream.
Now I’m starving! Even more voraciously
I'll consume you! Opening my arms you'll see
No one can take you from me, you're mine for eternity
Grow wild! Drinking more than I enjoy
We'll fall down! Stumbling I feel destroyed, these city nights show me I'm
A disappearing BOY.
We, the ones the world will never know or write about,
Now, to vast Pacific waters you will hear us shout... (SHAKE'N)
Please, wait a moment, Beautiful. Where is your smile from before?
Are you so sure I can't see that face anymore?
A strong PRIME MINISTER for you is what I became.
I swear to God I'll protect the country called by your name.
If we're close to Hell, never say farewell, please keep your hand holding mine.
I want to dance with you forever, won't you look me in the eye.
Now I'm starving! As ashamed as possible,
I'll consume you! Thorn-covered and poison-full,
Eating until I feel fed. "I'll have one of each," I said.
Grow wild! Gimme an ADVENTURE
We'll fall down! Crashing parties that occur.
This sleepless night, it bores me. SPICE is what it needs.
Now I’m starving! Even more voraciously
I'll consume you! Opening my arms you'll see
No one can take you from me, you're mine for eternity
Grow wild! Drinking more than I enjoy
We'll fall down! Stumbling I feel destroyed, these city nights show me I'm
A disappearing BOY.
And I recorded a little draft! Now listen. I'm really bad at singing. My mic was being annoying. However, I always get frustrated when I can't tell how translyrics are supposed to sound, and wanted to put it all together. It's meant more as rhythm reference than a nice performance 😅
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Kiryu's trying so hard to be a good dad for all of his kids while Kazama very clearly only favored Kiryu. Do I think this was an intentional writing decision? Probably not but it's interesting
intentional or not, its a good perspective and helps explain why kiryu Is Like That. especially if we want to look at the case of nishiki who was given too much power before he was ready to handle it (and around the same age as daigo too if not a little younger), kiryu wants to make sure daigo doesnt similarly crumble under that pressure that nishiki did. we know nishiki's death haunts him for at least five games after the fact- it's no wonder he's so hyperfocused on making sure it doesn't happen again
the problem lies in that, just like kazama to nishiki, kiryu was the reason why daigo got that much power in such a short amount of time anyway. we know he acknowledges this, which is probably why he tries so hard for the tojo despite wanting to distance himself from the yakuza world. kazama did the bare minimum- if anything- for nishiki. and while we know kiryu respected kazama immensely, i want to hope over the years he's realized that leaving a young man in a powerful position unprepared isn't a good idea, esp after mine rubbed salt in the wound and called him out for abandoning the tojo- ergo daigo, so now he especially feels like he has to make it up to him.
if he couldn't help nishiki, then the next best thing he can do is help someone he considers his son- as if trying to right the wrong kazama did and be a better father, whether he can admit or not to kazama failing to take care of nishiki
but the follow up problem to THAT is he's neglecting his other kids when he does go to help. it wouldnt be a problem if RGG remembered the ryudo family and they could watch the kids while he's gone or something, but since they don't we just have to assume haruka's unfortunately been left to act as big sister to all these kids, and THAT has undoubtedly bred a great burden of feeling responsible when she's only a kid. it's really unfortunate that while kiryu apologizes to daigo repeatedly, he never apologizes to haruka for leaving her alone and in charge so many times (i actually thought kiryu's letter in Y6 was supposed to go to haruka at first). it's made her feel as though she has to take care of everyone and she has to be the strong one for the family when kiryu's away, and because of that we get problems like Y5 and Y6
in all of this, and in a terrible twist of irony, in trying to prevent one of his loved ones from enduring a similar fate as nishiki, he's now jeopardizing his relationship with his other kids- he's now unintentionally putting haruka on the back burner because he's so traumatized over what happened to his brother. he might have prevented another nishiki situation, but haruka had to be collateral as a result
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“be honest...Would you kill your own father?” -Broly
send me "be honest..." with a question your muse has been dying to ask mine and they'll answer truthfully.
Not once had he been asked about his father until that point.
The snap of his head was already an egregious display of his answer, expression caught in a moment of surprise with how his eye widened enough to be noticeable over his shoulder. His mouth remained a thin line, the loose coagulation of whatever thoughts he had been running through in what chores and tasks that needed to be done on that day fell into a disquieted silence as his body stalled to a grinding halt amid its journey to the water basin carved by his own might several weeks prior.
What had brought about such a senseless question by some whelp lucky enough to encounter him while the midday sun was blazing hot was a question in its own right.
' He's already dead. ' Was what he wanted to say but instead, another set of words replaced what his brain thought, sliding through the dried canals of that beating organ. Memories of the past were all it was comprised of, trudging through the veins that were long since abandoned as the harsh reality of surviving through hardship after harship coalesced into a single droplet. Paragus was the only man he knew for the majority of his life up until his death. He was only man who raised him and dared to love him in the ways only a father would love a son still so small and clinging close. Stories spoke of how their mighty race once once, filling naive eyes with hope to one day be reunited with a pocket of Saiyans that might yet still exist somewhere with him as the next reigning king. Rebuilding their civilization, destroying their enemies, it was what any Saiyan child could want but those times of frivolous dreams fell to ruin as the years came by and the magnitude of Broly's own power easily devoured like a ravenous ecplise over his father.
His father taught him how to survive, watched him with a keen eye and was mindful to not neglect the intellect that Broly held behind the piercing visage of his eyes. Tactics of combat, diplomacy of political frivolities were skills given and honed through his father's grand plans of seating his son on that lofty throne that lay in the realm of a dream. Threading words coaxed by their constant nomadic lifestyle of venturing from one planet to another became a necessary facet of survival to evade the radar of the same reigning empire that destroyed their race. To be smarter than one's pursuers, remain low to the ground like a stalking predator and attack when the moment was right. Nearly everything that Broly knew could be traced directly to his father...
He fought when he was of age, learned everything he could be taught when it came to destroying his enemies. The blood he spat and spilled, the amount of times his bones fractured and broke, the burning hatred felt for those who looked to claim both of their lives for what they are. Anger was the only way to survive, the only way a Saiyan is to be to attain greater power. It couldn't be counted on both hands the amount of times the Legendary Saiyan felt he might've died while growing up in facing off against stronger opponents for one reason or another. He needed to adapt quickly and with greater power, pushed forth by his father as they went from living as exiles to taking over villages, towns, cities.. and entire planets.
Everything he did had been to make the man who raised him proud.
" ... I don't know. " He spoke softly under his breath, easy to miss as much as the small glimpse of what might've been a small shred of regret.
And yet he killed his own father in cold blood during an outraging rampage.
It was deserved.
It was the product of years of control and ordering him around, forcing him to obey every damned command.
' I'm sorry son, but you'll die with his planet as well. '
' " Where do YOU think you're Going... Dad? " '
' " Broly..! I was.. preparing the ship for us to leave together. "
' " In a ship made for One? " '
Convoluted emotions were a disgrace to his Saiyan blood. The love of a mere child knowing nothing more than what his father did to ensure survival. He was the only Saiyan left for what felt to be years upon years. He loved him. And it only made the betrayal all the worse that the fleeting moment of tenderness that collected in that dewdrop resting over those dried canals evaporated with the contrived, twisted half-truths that could never be a clear cut answer. Both sides were true in that he hadn't wanted to kill him in a small, desparing corner but the hatred and vileness spoke a larger voice as its half of the truth spoke a simple fact on the matter as though he were only commenting on the weather.
" I already killed him. "
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