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xannerz · 2 years

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rambling again (and pardon the word salad), and i have too much sleep debt to articulate myself any better but here we are. going on this journey together lmao.

but i think it's kind of sad to see people immediately recoil and question the validity or justifiability of them still liking c*ssandra as a character b/c of chris. like everyone's feelin' disappointed and upset by this, like, snowball of bad news? but - idk, maybe i'm reaching here as someone who grew up in the internet wild west days of 4ch*n and dA - but i think the kneejerk 'ew! it's ruined. i might wash my hands of this' reactions sort of speak towards the fragility of the individuals who make up a fandom these days (and where like media literacy online has turned into - idk? seemingly?? - simultaneously conflating and diminishing nuance, this inability to compartmentalize when consuming and enjoying media. everything has to have a moral or permission slip attached to it.)

and i dont mean that maliciously or as a jab, either (esp contextually). it's sort of like. what happens when the internet becomes more and more sanitized (whether by corps or users adopting more puritanical povs themselves), and all these intersections of creators engaging more with fans. it's harder for some people to separate the work from the creator than others; and i get it. not the first to say it, ik, but it just escalates any like shock or disappointment into a very personal sense of betrayal. and it's sad to see people experience cognitive dissonance about it, but it's a fair reaction, and i can't blame them for it, either. it's just sad to witness.

#im not tagging this bc i dont think i'd contribute anything to the existing minimal discourse abt it anyway #it'd just be more noise in the tags #i've just been thinking about stuff and it's just easier to think outloud here lmao (:#i think in a post-jkr world too. like creators by default now exist on very thin ice.#and the language here is me being petty but:#tiddyess might have been treated as CS's pet vanity project (again this is just me griping)#but other people contributed to it and idt we should discount that lmao #tldr this sucks but its nbd in terms of it being OK for you to keep enjoying it or not #its just. gestures vaguely. ehhhh.#honestly i just want him to lose his new job LMFAO #among other things.#xangoeswah

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ginneke · 2 months

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Worth the Wait

— a @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - “Hour of Denial”

Characters: Kheel, Genli, Link, Amali, (background: Notts, Kotts, Cree.)

Set very vaguely after the Warbler’s Nest questline, and before Kass returns to Rito Village.

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"This is taking forever," lamented Kheel, dropping her head on her wings and staring morosely at the stove in the centre of the communal kitchen. Her sisters had scattered back to their chores with the exception of Genli, who was fluttering at the scary-faced Hylian guy's heels while he washed up, asking question after question about the recipe he'd picked out: Wheat and butter and eggs and rich golden honey, and a strange blend of spices that even Mom hadn't recognised. It made the kitchen smell sooooo good, and waiting for it to be ready was taking so long. Surely one little sniff wouldn't be the end of the world...?

But when she sidled closer and laid a wing on the lid covering the pot, Genli let out a shriek and rushed over to bat her away. "No!" her middle sister shouted. "You can't lift the lid while it's still cooking, you'll ruin it!"

"It's almost been an hour," Kheel pointed out, aggrieved, but she dropped the argument when Genli puffed up her chest in preparation to holler. Genli could shout loudest of anyone when she put her mind to it.

Once satisfied that Kheel had backed off, Genli returned to pestering the Hylian swordsman. Kheel stared at the pot and counted down the minutes until the lid could be taken off.

Mom came into the kitchen just as Mr Swordsman picked up a hawthorn skewer. "Is it ready then, Link?" she asked, a smile lighting up her eyes.

Behind her, Notts and Kotts and Cree were all jostling for a better look, none of them wanting to be left out.

Mr Swordsman gave them one of his tiny closed-mouth smiles before gesturing for them all to stay back. He lifted the lid on the pot, and a rush of steam and scent came wafting out. Kheel tried to creep closer, though Mom noticed and put out a wing to stop her. Mom's other wing was on Genli's shoulder, holding her back too.

The swordsman pricked the pot's contents with the skewer, withdrew it, and studied it closely. Then he nodded to himself and gripped the sides of the pot, using a thick, padded piece of fabric to shield his hands as he lifted it down to the reed mat that protected the floor from scorching. With its lid off, Kheel caught a glimpse of the pot's contents and the strange sweet bread-cake the swordsman had opted to make. It looked almost as good as it smelled, and it smelled like the warming scent of pine cones on a hot fire in winter, a smell so wonderful that Kheel could just sit there sniffing it for hours and be content.

Genli darted out from under Mom's wing and tugged on the swordsman's arm. "Hey, hey, we can try it now, right?"

The swordsman's eyes did that little flickering thing. Mom chuffed a laugh and came to his rescue.

"Let it cool first," she said, over Genli's sound of frustration.

Notts and Kotts and Cree jostled forwards; they were chirping all the same questions Genli had asked earlier, so Kheel tuned them out -- until her middle sister's dismayed voice rose through the chatter: "Ehhhh? A day? We have to leave it for a day?"

The swordsman turned the sweet bread-cake onto a platter and put it up on a shelf, nodding a reply to Genli's question as he did so.

"Aww, but I was looking forward to trying it..."

He paused and glanced towards Kheel and her mom. It was really hard to tell what he was thinking, which was why Kheel used to find him kind of scary looking. Except now she was looking closer, the corner of his mouth twitched in a curious way, like he was trying to hold back a smile.

And then he picked that shiny blue thingy off his belt and tapped at its surface some, and from out of it he took a plate that was really, really similar to the one he'd just put up on the shelf...

Mom took the plate from him, which allowed Link his hands back. He spread them wide as if to say, Ta-da!

"Ah! You meanie!" Genli cried, but she was laughing too. "You already made one! Why didn't you say so?"

"Would you have enjoyed it as much if you didn't get to ask so many questions?" asked Mom, pointedly, and Genli huffed.

Between them, Mom and Link portioned up the bread-cake. It was smaller than the one he'd just made, only enough for a little piece each. Mom passed pieces of it around to Kheel and each of her sisters, who tucked in with gusto.

Kheel was slower to start, still distracted by the other bread-cake up on its shelf. Mom started asking questions about the recipe, particularly the reason why it needed to sit for longer, and Link answered her as best he could with a plate of his own balanced in one hand. Kheel didn't know what he was saying, but he and Mom were both smiling like she'd been in on the plot the whole time.

Maybe she had been!

But even if that swordsman was a big meanie sometimes, making them think they had to wait such a long time to try it, the cake really did taste good. It was worth waiting after all.

#botw fic #flash fiction friday #fff241 #ginnefic #botw link #rito tribe #link & amali’s friendship is everything to me

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