They are all convinced she is a princess queen. Val Daenerys looked the part and rode as if she had been born on horseback. A warrior princess queen, Jon decided, not some willowy creature who sits up in a tower, brushing her hair and waiting for some knight to rescue her.
Peter, I know these last few months have been hard for you but I’m going to a better place and I’ll be okay and I’ll always be with you. You’re the light of my life, my precious son, my little Star-Lord. Love, mom.
Context: I’m a new DM playing with a small group of veteran D&Ders (consisting of a high-elf Ranger, a Dragonborn warrior and literal cat? cleric), and they suggested that we do a small series of one-offs to get me used to being a DM. We’re in our third one, which is based off the C'thulhu mythos, and they’re about to face off with Nyarlathotep when this happens.
Me: Okay, you find your way to Nyarlathotep’s chapel and as you enter, you hear his voice in your head saying, “Ah, my sacrifices have arrived.”
Ranger: What does he look like?
Me: Knowledge check that.
Ranger: *rolls an 18*
Me: You remember he is described as a tall, swarthy, sinister man, looking as if he had just walked out of Egypt. Dark skin, dark eyes, well built; he looks like a Pharaoh that walked straight out of the past.
Warrior: I roll to seduce!
Me: Excuse me?
Warrior: I roll to seduce the handsome Egyptian-Eldritch god.
Me: … I don’t even know why I’m allowing this but okay.
Warrior: *rolls a nat20*
I’m just staring in disbelief at this point, and everyone else is laughing.
Me: Okay, fine. Nyarlethotep pauses and considers, then grabs you and stuffs a tentacle down your throat and into your stomach, placing something, probably an egg of some sort, there before tossing you back down. Congratulations, you are now pregnant with the Dunwich horror. In about a month, it’ll eat through your stomach and probably you before bringing chaos upon the world.
Now its his turn to stare, and I’m just like, “What?”
Cleric(OOC): Wait, what? His character’s a dude!
Me: The forces of chaos care nothing about your insignificant human gender binary.
The Legend of Zelda:
you haven't played any loz games since this one.
you own the entire legend of zelda animated series on vhs.
A Link to the Past:
you're an elitist snob and/or you hate yourself.
you just want to be able to beat someone else up with multiplayer.
you fuckin love whales.
Ocarina of Time:
good man. who doesn't like this game. your favorite band might be the beatles though.
your blog title is "welcome to my twisted mind"
Oracle of the Ages:
you're a twin. your sibling got pokemon blue version.
Oracle of the Seasons:
you're a twin. your sibling got pokemon red version.
you are easily distracted by bright colors and pretty music so the endless sailing never bothered you. you want link's grandmother to adopt you.
Four Swords Adventure:
you just want to be able to beat someone else up with multiplayer, but on the gamecube.
The Minish Cap:
you thought it was adorable that you could become really really small and explore. You also have the hots for vaati.
you were that kid in elementary school who was way too obsessed with wolves. Possibly a furry.
you want to marry linebeck. I don't understand you. You also managed to get all the different boat designs somehow. How the fuck did you get all the parts for the golden ship. I hate you.
you really liked that zelda was a kindof playable character. The overworld theme plays on repeat in your head at all times. Link is so cute as a conductor. Wow link is adorable
your wii controller actually worked so link's sword went where you swung it.
A Link Between Worlds:
you were endlessly entertained by just fuckin slamming link into walls. You found every painting link could stand behind so it looked like he had a funny head. chicken link is your god.
you've never actually played a real zelda game.
Cas is trying to fix breakfast when Dean falls in love.
They’ve always been together, even when they weren’t. They’ve always known that whatever exists between them is cosmic, is a fate not even they can refuse.
But it takes Dean walking into the kitchen and seeing Cas squinting at the toaster to really accept it.
“What are you doing?” Dean asks warily.
Cas just stares at the toaster, leaning forward slightly, all muscles tense like he’s ready to take flight. “Making toast.”
Dean isn’t sure whether he should be rolling his eyes or leaving the room quickly. He decides on continuing to investigate. “You don’t eat toast.”
Cas still doesn’t flinch. “You do.”
Dean nods. “Thanks for that. But why do you look like you’re at war with the toaster?”
Cas brushes the question away with a shake of his head, concentrating. When the toast pops up, he jumps, arms raising slightly in an almost defensive stance.
“What the hell, Cas?” Dean asks, finally irritated enough to let it show in his voice.
Cas moves to the toaster, still wearing an undershirt and boxers and looking nothing like the warrior angel he is. “I don’t understand why the toast pops out so aggressively. Maybe it’s a way for humans to get their blood flowing in the morning. But I don’t trust it.”
Dean pauses for a moment to let that sink in, then starts laughing, deep and loud guffaws from somewhere so deep it almost never sees daylight. And that’s when he falls in love.
He walks forward and accepts the plate of toast Cas is proudly thrusting toward him, and sets it on the counter.
“Don’t you want to eat?” Cas asks, face falling slightly.
Dean runs his hands through that messy, dark hair, then pulls Cas into his arms, locking his hands at the small of Cas’ back. “In a minute.”
It had been a long time since Katara had thought about the ancient fortuneteller that she and her husband had met nearly a century ago. But she had never forgotten the words Aunt Wu had said;
You will have your third great-grandchild before quietly passing away in your sleep.
At fourteen she hadn’t given these words much thought but now at the age of one-hundred it was all she could think about.
She was the last of her friends to go. Her brother had been the first. It had been a warriors death like he had always wanted, protecting Republic City from its first invasion that had become a common occurrence to Katara over years. She didn’t think she could survive the pain that his death had brought her, until she experienced it four more times.
Next was her husband. After saving the world, building a city and raising their three children it was easy to forget that the avatar wasn’t invincible, especially since he’d brought up Bumi and lived to tell the tale. But although scars fade they never truly go away including ones forever scorched into his back that she healed herself. It’s better this way he told her as injuries that no child should ever have obtained finally caught up to his health. He died happily knowing that this time he was leaving the world in time of peace instead of a war. It had been over thirty years since his death yet she missed him more with everyday. Often she would find herself looking at the new avatar, smiling to herself when she recognised her late husband inside her.
Toph was too stubborn to die. She fought to the last agonising breathe but eventually the calling of the spirits was too much for even her and she passed away slowly, her two daughters by her side with family feuds long forgotten. At her funeral Katara was finally allowed to tell her niece the secret shed kept hidden for nearly sixty years.
Last to leave was The Fire Lord himself. At ninety-eight he had been the last person alive during the one hundred year war, besides herself. Except for herself there was now no one left to tell the story of their adventures first hand. They were now officially part of history. She could still remember the day he invaded her village. It was impossible to think back then that somehow this man would become one of her greatest friends. The two had spent a lot of time together in their later years, both needing friendship after the deaths of their spouses. It difficult to imagine life without The Fire Lord but she knew that Izumi would do him proud.
“It’s a girl!” Katara cried happily as she birthed her eldest grandchild’s youngest daughter. Jinora smiled an exhausted but joyous smile as she was passed life she helped create. Kai wrapped his arms gently around his wife while their other two children Pema II and Gyatso peered curiously at their new baby sister.
Suddenly the small room became crowded with people as everyone that Katara had grown to call family entered. Her son and his wife rushed towards their daughter with loving open arms, frantically checking that both she and her baby were alright. Tenzin placed a comforting hand on Kai’s shoulder having finally forgiving him getting his daughter pregnant at eighteen making his son-in-law glow with acceptance. Ikki, Meelo and Rohan came next, their tattoos shining brightly against their skin. They gave her encouraging looks before moving aside to let their honorary older sister see. Korra bended the elements in a small ring around the baby’s head making her eyes widen in awe. Asami laughed gently at her wife’s antics whilst their son Hiroshi stood unimpressed besides them. Suyin and her children entered next having officially become part of the family. They lovingly presented their cousin with a showering of gifts and Sokka II looked confused from Opal’s arms at the sight of another baby. Kya tried unsuccessfully to coax Lin inside who stubbornly stood outside with Mako and Wu who despite having two children of their own where still terrified at the sight of babies.
Katara sat down with a sigh as the healing chamber became too crowed, not that she’d have it any other way. She knew she could never tire of seeing the way a family comes together at the birth of a baby.
“What you gonna call her?” Hiroshi asked from where he was standing next to Pema II making the young girl blush.
Jinora shared a look with her husband before turning to look bashfully at her grandmother.
“Katara.” She said hopefully.
At her age Katara thought she was too old to be shocked but at these words she found her eyes widen. But at her granddaughter’s regretful look her eyes eyes softened into a smile.
“I’m honoured.” She said suddenly feeling a great weight had passed through her.
“Are you alright Mum?” Bumi said coming over to her. “Maybe you should lie down.”
She rolled her eyes.
“I’ve been delivering babies since I was twelve years old, it’s going to take more than that to tire me out.”
Despite her words she retired to her room thinking of the adventure known as her life. It hadn’t been easy and their where parts she’d rather forget but hearing the cry of the newest member of family made everything worth it.
She went to sleep to the sound of her families’ cries of joy and Aunt Wu’s prophecy.
She awoke to welcoming tone of her husbands voice.
I went to watch the next-day viewing of yesterday’s Yuri on Festival event, and this time I took notes for the drama so I’ll write a more detailed summary, also because this one isn’t going to be sold on DVD. I believe other people have probably written reports too, but in cases such as this I think “the more the merrier” because it’s not recorded so it’s better to have more accounts. Also, now you’ll start seeing more Japanese reports & art too. Most people were keeping quiet out of consideration for the ones who could only watch the viewing and didn’t want spoilers.
Official title of the drama: “Fundoshi da yo!!! Sekai Metsubou Daipinchi Hasetsu Kunchi Spiritual!!” which roughly translates to “Fundoshi!!! The world is in danger of being destroyed. Hasetsu Kunchi Spiritual!!”
It was in 3 parts, separated by game and information corners. I hope it’s not too confusing, but especially the last part is impossible to summarize decently because they talked a lot and I couldn’t possibly take note of everything, not to mention what they say is mostly crazy stuff, lol. For some parts and lines I double-checked looking at other Japanese comments online. If something is not clear feel free to send me an ask.