Fire Emblem Fates vs. Siblings Cutscenes Ranked from Least to Most Extra
his cutscene isn’t even that extra it’s just sad
he’s putting on a tough face but it’s obvious he doesn’t truly want to fight you
most people don’t rly want to fight xander at this point either
doesn’t even verbally threaten you or anything (ignore sword)
so the purple wave shit and the ceiling crumbling a lil is p wack but in the context of a big boss fight? pretty tame
the shaky camera angles? wild
the omnious pitter-patter of Hoshidan soldiers? wild
making said Hoshidan soldiers back away so he can slowly inch towards you? wild
“yOU ABANDONED YOUR FAMILY AND HOSHIDO” sudden close up “NOW PAY FOR YOUR BETRAYAL”
however, we, the player, expected this
if anything this is one of the most controlled scenes we have w takumi in conquest bc he does not call us “nohrian scum” even once
the amount of fucking edge in this video? the audacity of your goth wizard brother? breathtaking
it’s a cemetery which is, right off the bat, edgy as hell
weird purple vape shit surrounding the graves
you don’t even hear his footsteps or the horse this is the scene when you truly realize how much power leo has garnered from the goth gods
the pony????? has horns??????
“the sentence…………………………………….IS DEATH”
but using the same reasoning as takumi’s fight cutscene
we expected this
ok so i feel like most people would argue hinoka isn’t that extra
but also consider this: the fucking helicopter
so hinoka rides in w her pegasus and that’s fine that’s expected except there are a million sakura petals just fluttering in the wind for some reason
JUMPS off her pegasus mid air just floats for awhile and then uses her spear?????? as a helicopter????? i????????
gets back on the pegasus ????? ???? ???? somehow ??? ??
hinoka’s english va adds a very. surreal aspect to this scene for me and i’m not sure why
this is the last thing you see right before you die
her footsteps???? her boots??????? her booty??????? big anime tiddy?????????
when i first watched this scene i was torn between a mixture of thirst and dread
“ah! i see you missed your big sister ;)” “you’re sooooo cute”
if you watch this you’re automatically going to hell i’m sorry
for some reason this scene never fails to make my depression skyrocket
somehow ryoma just sitting solemnly while waiting for you is 100x worse than xander sadly turning around
in the general the raijinto is wild as hell but i feel like this cutscene just takes you to the next plane of existence
“you………. have done well so far………………. BUT THAT WAS JUST PRACTICE”
ok so like is ryoma sad that he has to fight you??? probably
but he’s so fucking ready and i feel like nintendo is just. trying very hard to convince us, the players, that ryoma doesn’t want to hurt us but it’s also kind of hard to believe when he gets this into it
he’s got his arms out just begging you to try it and you think he’s done but nope
ryoma goes on and starts to pose while the room just sets on fire which i feel is the highlight of this scene
as a big boss cutscene it’s not the worst thing in the world but it’s. definitely up there
jin: jin would press kisses on any and every part of your body he could reach. “does that feel good baby?” he would say as he slipped his fingers inside of you, “you like the feeling of my fingers in your pussy huh? so wet for me…” you’d moan loudly at the feeling and the sound of his words. “i’m gonna make you feel so good baby, fuck you so hard the only thing you’ll be screaming is my name.”
yoongi: yoongi had been gone for a little over a month, and you had been missing him in more ways than one. that night when yoongi called you, you moaned into the phone at the sound of his voice. “ah? you miss me don’t you~” he teased to which you just moaned as you continued to touch yourself. “keep touching yourself babygirl, i can hear how wet you are for me, i want you to come with your fingers and pretend they are mine.”
hoseok: hoseok would be pounding into you at a fast pace and you would be choking on your moans, and begging for more. “you like that baby? you like the feeling of my thick, hard cock deep inside of you? making you feel so full?” your hands clutched the sheets below you in response to his words, “yes~ please,” you begged for more. “good girl, begging for daddy’s cock.”
namjoon: “beg for me babygirl, beg for my cock,” namjoon would say as he was leaning over you, teasing your entrance with the head of his cock. “please, daddy, make me cum, i need your cock,” pleased at your words, namjoon would slam into you and start thrusting at a fast pace. “how many times do you think you can cum for me today, princess, two? three?”
jimin: jimin’s head was between your legs, eating you out like a full course meal. you moaned over and over as your eyes rolled into the back of your head from the pleasure you were feeling. “you’re dripping for me baby, so wet,” jimin said as he continued his ministrations, “taste so good, so sweet, cum on my face yeah? then i can fuck you so good baby.”
taehyung: it was minutes before taehyung had to go on stage for a concert, and he needed to get off. he pushed you against the nearest wall before ripping of your shorts and panties, you made no move to stop him. “i’m so hard for you baby, gotta fuck the shit out of you before i go on stage yeah? i wanna think about my cum being inside you as i dance around that stage, thinking about round two for tonight.”
jungkook: “that’s a good girl, suck my cock. god you’re so good baby, so good for me,” the noises that your mouth made around his cock only made his orgasm that much closer. you pushed his length as far down your throat as it could go, making you gag slightly. “fuck baby, make me cum, i wanna coat your pretty lips in my cum, so pretty.”
When we say “executive dysfunction”, I think it’s important to acknowledge to ourselves (and make clear to those who don’t struggle with it) that we’re talking about a basket of different struggles that we’re labeling with one name for convenience. One person’s executive dysfunction may not look like another person’s, even though the outcome (not being able to complete a task) may look similar from the outside.
Some people with executive dysfunction struggle to break down tasks into their component steps. Others struggle to connect cause and effect (’if I do this, this other thing will likely happen’), which makes daily life a confusing and sometimes terrifying black box. Still others can break down steps and parse out cause and effect, but they can’t start the first task (hello anxiety my old friend), or they get partway through and get distracted by a tangent or forget what the next step was because there were more than three (ah add i never miss you because you never leave), or they run out of energy before they can finish (tons of situations can cause this, both physical and mental). Sometimes people have a poor sense of how long it will take to do tasks, never seeming to budget enough because they don’t track time internally well. Others can only complete a task when they have sufficient adrenaline to spike their brain into focus, which usually means working in panic mode, which associates those tasks with Bad Feelings and further reinforces any anxiety the person may have.
And this isn’t just a few people. This is large-scale, across many groups struggling with different issues, from heavy metal poisoning to autism to add to chronic illness to anxiety to schizophrenia to mood disorders to traumatic brain injury, and more.
What we need, as a society, is to build better structures for supporting those with executive dysfunction, structures that acknowledge the multiple different types and causes. Because we cannot keep throwing the baby out with the bathwater here. We throw away incredible human potential that could help all of us because our society is set up to require a single skill which a large percentage of our teen and adult society doesn’t have and can’t easily develop (or they would have, trust me), or previously had by has temporarily lost due to injury or illness.
Instead of treating executive function as something that some people have developed and others haven’t, like artistic skills or a talent in maths or the ability to visualize systems or managing people, we treat it as a default that some people haven’t mastered because they’re [insert wrongheaded judgment here].
What if we treated the visual arts that way? If you can’t draw skillfully, you must be deficient in some way. How can you not draw? Anyone can draw. You start as a young child with crayons, what do you mean you can’t do this basic task?
Never mind that it’s a really complex skill by the time you’re expected to do the adult version, rather than the crayon version. Never mind that not everyone has been able to devote energy to developing that skill, and never mind that not everyone can visualize what they want to produce or has the hand-eye coordination necessary to accomplish it.
Now, I have friends who say that anyone can draw, and maybe they’re right on some level. But it’s hard to deny that it helps that drawing is optional. That you can opt out and no one thinks any less of you as a person. Executive function is treated as non-optional, and to some extent, since it’s involved in feeding and clothing and cleaning and educating oneself, it’s not entirely optional. But we make all of those tasks much harder by assuming by default that everyone can do them to an equal degree, and that no one needs or should need help.
If we built a society where it was expected that I might need timed reminders to eat, I would probably remember to do it more often. I certainly did as a child, when the adults around me were responsible for that task. Now that I’m an adult, the assumption is that I somehow magically developed a better internal barometer for hunger. Many people do. But I and many others did not. Recognizing that there are many of us who need help and treating that need as normal would go a long way toward building support into the basic fabric of our society.
But then, I guess that’s been the cry of disability advocates for decades; just assume this is a thing people need help with and build the entire structure with that assumption in mind.
“You guys are sick,” Scott rolled his eyes, pushing Peter’s side to catch his attraction somewhere else beside your general direction. “Seriously, get a room.”
“Oh well i’m sorry that i’m just appreciating how nice my Girlfriends ass looks in the new suit!” Peter raised his hands and his voice, making it sure everyone heard what he was saying. The others started laughing, not bothering to hide it at all. You could even hear Jubilee make a wooting sound.
“Hey, you were thinking the same of me.” His signature smirk appeared, looking at you mischievously.
“Peter! Oh my god,” You felt a blush rise rapidly, so you quickly triing to cover your face. Maybe if you didn’t see them they wouldn’t see you? but your actions made it even more painfully obvious how embarrassed you were.
The week had gone by super quickly, much to your dismay. You had hoped for a slow week. You had tried to focus on school and your dance classes. Yugyeom had been a great distraction but sadly he wasn’t over today and neither was Yoongi. You had been so use to him spending the night that when he slept over last night you were shocked not to find him in bed with you. The truth was he had been over every night this week. It was weird to you, he’d hadn’t come over everyday since the beginning. One night you didn’t even have sex, you just cuddled on the couch and made out.
Then again he would barely talk to you. He’d come over and give you some of the best sex, fall asleep holding you and then would be gone once you woke up. You didn’t think much of it though because that’s something you were used to. What you were freaking out about was him texting you everyday about your parents.
Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au
Pairing: Reader x Hoseok
Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.