Kitchen And Craft Wix Corner (Exciteable Bird, Enter At Own Risk)

whispers.
How the fuck is ventus something like 130 years old if not more. How.
People who actually KH, please explain did I miss anythign that prevents twinks from aging in this world?

 

i don't know but my instinctual answer is 'kingdom hearts'

 

AQUA AT LEAST HAD THE REASON THAT THE REALM OF DARKNESS HAS NO TIME FOR HER TO BE VIRTUALLY UNCHANGED
VENTUS YOU'RE OLDER THAN GRAMPS NORT. VENTUS HOW

 

also kingdom hearts has no business kicking my teeth and feels in with extremely well timed instrumental renditions of Sanctuary

 

Also you can say whatever you want, but frankly the "Protagonist Endlessly Falls Through A Void Of Symbolism" style of opening cinematics goes hard as hell and the metaphorical summaries of the plot in stylish amv format is so much better at relaying important connections and plot once you get used to them and frankly a lot of game series could take notes on this.
I don't have to know the intricacies to know that the songs slap and sora clone number 47 is having a Bad Time Lads and that's the most important bits here

 

Spoiler: KH3 Secret Ending

... i know 47 is a bit much but given that the secret ending of KH3 has sora in Twewy!Shibuya (Note the big 104 building rather than 109) I wonder if neku won't be revealed to be part of the congaline of bullshit revolving around sora's heart. He's a nomura character, he's voiced by the same dude who did ven and roxas... he has dumb hair.... amnesia.... it all fits........... and nomura is clearly fed up with how squeenix treats his children, so i would not be surprised if Twewy just gets transplanted into KH-verse wholecloth rather than just having Neku and the gang appear in traverse town. Though if i remember right, that would mean that their world was consumed by darkness? and it is alluded that sora's fuckery with the power of awakening would throw him into the deep abyss below the world of darkness.... maybe? But on the other hand Time-Travel-Young-Xehanort kept going "You will pay the price eventually :)" which makes me think they're just gonna. make sora do the reaper game next. And frankly? I'm so fucking here for Twewy to get the love and mainstream recognition it deserves. And if that means we're gonna rub sora's face in the dirt some more and make his suffering that much worse? Yeah. Yeah Nomura. Just fuck me up.

 

my main reason for proposing TWEWY and KH getting merged is that Calling would slap so hard as an intro song for kingdom hearts. Set Sora Falling Through Metaphores To A Remix Of This Sweetass Tune, PLEASE

 

Me: I'm not super invested in KH
me, ten seconds later:

 

everyone: shits on the twewy ports (for perfectly legitemate reasons)
me: okay but like have you recently tried getting the original release like at this point i'm ready to eat shit and just play it on my phone like a peasant.

 

it's s i x t e e n bucks tho so i can't just randomly buy it. Fucking want to do it but won't for a while yet I think

 

My sibling has twewy for the DS mind you, I'm just not gonna beg their games and electronics off of them even more than I already am

 

if you're gonna extort seventy bucks from me just because I can't read rennaissance italian in the venetian dialect it better be a damn good translation shaking my damn head

 

this reminds me i still need to read the apples and pears book properly from start to finish just like the herbalism books i got for chrimmus
in my defense the apples and pears one is real big, taking that anywhere would be a nightmare

 

please give me prompts for my ocs, i feel weird and like i have to create something

 

Marisela and pigeons

 

I´m torn between Sylvia and baths or Sylvia and thrift shopping. Or "thriftshopping" :P

 

Loreli and ice cream

 

Spoiler

Sometimes Marisela had a distinct dislike for the other girls working in the household. She had a lot of things to do! Many of them much more pressing than wandering out to the outskirts of the vineyards to check for one of the good baskets one of those flighty idiots had taken out to deliver lunch and had never returned. Pili was fuming, she needed the baskets for going to the markets tomorrow morning, so it had swiftly become Marisela’s job to look for the darned thing. This really was the last place it could be, could it not?

The noise of beating wings and a small screech barely registered as she dragged herself up the path muttering darkly of the uselessness of all the other maids bouncing between tasks as needed, rather than having a proper role on staff like the true loyal core of the Montilyet’s staff. Like her. She would never forget a basket out here!

The early evening breeze tousled her curls, and sent leafs, feathers and other debris dancing over the path at her feet as she opened the door to the shadowed shed. Squinting against the darkness and with ears pricked she gently closed the door behind herself, breathing in the scent of dust and rusting tools and… huh.

The air was not nearly as stale as it ought to be. Neither was the shed as dark as it should be. There were beams of light sneaking through holes in the ceiling where roof tiles must have been broken by the last storm, just over a slightly precarious stack of terracotta pots used for nurturing saplings and cuts. And from that came… noise.

Basket momentarily forgotten she rushed over to check what in the Maker’s name was making these sounds, lifting the top most pot down to look inside.

She stared down at the little bundles of feathers in one of their older pots with barely withheld confusion. They were so… odd looking.

“You know, there is really no need for this, it is not like I am the one to trespass here. Silly little things,” she stated blankly, resting the pot in the crook of her elbow.

One of the little pigeons attempted to climb out the pot. She gently pushed it back with a finger tip. It screeched in offense. Well squeaked, more like. Marisela sighed.

“Well. I doubt your mother is going to return so I suppose… I suppose I should ask Pili what you little ones eat, no? If you make a mess in the kitchen I will tell the Signor about you and then you can see where you will beg food from.”

… It was hard to tell if the scolding did anything whatsoever. Probably not. Oh well.

 

Spoiler: why did I write this in first person from varric's pov? i like to play with fire apparently

“You know, Hawke, they really lost a prime ragpicker with you. Just out of interest, a talent or a learned skill?”


The lanky white haired Fereldan didn’t even look up, humming as she stripped a particularly ridiculous jacket off of the latest in a series of cocky gangleaders she knocked… hopefully just unconscious. Junior stood helplessly next to her rubbing the bridge of his nose.


“Father just never managed to instill a solid sense of other people’s property in her. Or propriety. Or taste. We could just buy fabrics, Sister. This is ridiculous.”


“And do what with it? The only one of you lot who can sew is Anders and I’d rather have a coat without obvious sutures.”


“I can sew!” was the slightly distracted sounding contribution from Daisy, who was presently sitting crosslegged on the bloodsoaked dirt of lowtown with a pile of mismatched armor plating in her lap and fiddling with a buckle. “Or well, I can mend, I suppose, but that’s the same basic thing, isn’t it?”


“Remind me to give you the address of my tailor, Daisy, before you discover the beauties of patchwork,” I replied, because really, what else was one to say to these kinds of things. Not much opportunity to add to that because the Champion-to-be straightened up from her crouch and slipped into a truly horrendous piece of dressmaking if I ever saw one. What had been a decently fitted jacket on the giant of a man that had tried to ambush us was more of a coat on her, practically drowning her in a tapestry of threadbare and worn finery of the ragpicker court of lowlives scavenging the leftovers of the coterie in those days. Unsurprisingly Sylvia Hawke even made the worn collar and bloodied sleeves work for her as she strutted along the narrow street to show off her newest acquisition to the delight of Daisy and the annoyed complaints of her brother.


“Could you at least wash that before putting it on? People already stare enough at you without blood stains up to your elbow!” Junior hissed, frowning.


“Uuuugh they just stare because you’re always so frowny! Just pick something out for yourself, Carver, my treat.”


“It’s not really a treat, I knocked at least as many of these out as you!”


And so the bickering continued, as we went through people’s pockets and picked out useful things. Merrill giggled when Hawke put a rough, beaten up pewter pendant around her neck, and even Junior eventually conceded that the sash and belt Hawke presented him with weren’t entirely horrible. It was peaceful, or as peaceful as anything in Kirkwall ever got, so of course something had to go wrong shortly. That something was the distant rumbling of thunder, followed by a shower so violently sudden it even ellicited a surprised squeak from our heroine, who was shortly drenched to the bone, new coat and all. Daisy blinked her over large eyes, then looked up to the building overhang she sat beneath and then back to Hawke. “Oh. Oh dear. Um. We should go inside I think. My house is probably nearest?”


Hawke laughed, pulled Junior against her side with her staff arm, making him yelp, loudly announced “Well, Carver, you got your wish, the coat is washed!” then sneezed with all the eloquence of a mudslide in Southern Ferelden and held her other hand out to Daisy who took it with another little chuckle.


She did not let go of the elf’s hand as she lead us all into the alienage, like she lead us everywhere. Confidently, and with a slight cloud of pure unadulterated chaos following in her wake.

 

Spoiler: worldbuilding ramble

IvyLB heute um 00:49 Uhr
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also like don't mind this but I'm just gonna ramble a whole thing in here as a brainstorming thing sorry
Basically while coming home i got an idea and I think i want to do like more with quartzy's and inky's verse?
Basically have a whole thing about like
okay so their world has like several different schools of magic, but changing or combining schools is ridicullously hard to impossible because it's kind of.... it's a trade off
pure magic from the leys of the world is really really dangerous and hard to control so mages have to very carefully attune themselves to the energy they pull from and only that
the more ritualistic and precise the magic is the more stable and safe and reliable it is, but the less strong and spontaneous, obviously.
Wild, untamed magic is all but extinct because the rituals become... addictive almost, and all schools of magic are constantly literally at war trying to gain control of leys and ley lines and so on, because the believe is that once there is only one school of magic left, those mages will become as gods onto men essentially? Some of the schools have a really strong like uncomfortably fascist-y transhumanist-y vibe.
Most mages don't actually use names except in extremely intimate settings, so close family and lovers, only in private? most use titles that are... semi-individualistic, and in some schools function essentially the same as names, only just use-names you choose once you officially join the school
other schools have titles handed out by the central authority
most schools do have a concept of... bequeathing titles on one's favored apprentice, turning them for all intents and purposes into an extension of oneself and there are schools that have had an unbroken line of certain titles never 'dying out' since antiquity
the thing is just that... the leys itself, powered by whatever kidn of divinity there is, is really not happy with the state of magic, and the stagnation and cannibalizing for power mages engage in
and so when one leyline essentially surges it imbues a chosen set of individuals with connections to pure unbridled wild and chaotic magical energy, though each only with one aspect of it, making them essentially minor deities of that element/aspect if they can manage to grow into it, and having more power the closer they stay to their ley and the other chosen(bearbeitet)
but because pure magic wrecks human bodies they all have to deal with shit unfortunately, and the general public is extremely judgemental and fearful of Wylders because you know they're like essentially mythical creatures and cautionary tales by now, there hasn't been a proper Wylder in centuries because of how structured and rigid magic has become, and you know the whole part where if you're not a savant literally born into the talent, trying to do that kind of shit mostly got you messily exploded really quickly
even besides the fact where the Schools are not precisely happy that there's folks running around again who can do whatever the shit they want and can essentially make the laws of nature their bitch if they just work together enough(bearbeitet)
And my idea is that Quartzy is like
the only one of them who gets to retain essentially more or less her old role but with an upgrade, her old use-name before the surge was Stonesinger and she was the last of an unbroken line, in a role kept by multiple individuals at a time during their prime. The school of Stonesingers was largely neutral and keeping to themselves and helping communities, trying to help arbitrate when they did engage with other schools, because they were originally-originally a religious order worshipping the land itself and thus were seeking mostly like... a sustainable solution.
Inky remains an accidental construct, though when she does choose a name it will probably be Taleweaver, because her big thing is that she can manipulate things containing information, and will eventually be able to just. Speak truth into being. But she can't do shit except float books around without all the chosen around her to help power her and she's not very interested in doing shit anyways :P
Hazel is referred to in public as the Dryad-Whelp, which is an insult-turned-title born of the fact she already has really suspect ancestry (essentially being found at the outskirts of the local feywoods as a toddler) and ended up being expelled from her school (the Growing Order, who are essentially slightly hopped up horticulturalists with slightly more precise tools for gene-modifying) for opposing the leadership. This should have left her unable to do anything, but it did not (even before the surge) and this lead to people trying to very literally form a torches-and-pitchfork-mob to kill her. She will probably be able to slip into plants to pull information from them and to an extent can control the growth and properties of plants
and then i need more character concepts, obviously, but that's more backstory and plot than I ever thought i would get so I'll take it :P