Rainy Day In Kyoto

Fictional otome man: is an emotional brick wall, probably super dangerous on the side, can be grumpy on a good day, acts like he's indifferent, plays it cool even when he's given a scrap of affection, has those tiny little moments when he breaks...

Me:

Wow. Nintendo's greed truly knows no bounds.

To be fair though, most video game companies have been flushing consumer friendliness and accessibility to their games (both past and present) down the toilet for years now. And let me tell you, nothing takes the wind out of my sails more than these gaming companies that want to bleed you absolutely dry just for a base (and sometimes even limited) experience of their games. Shame on the lot of them.

MY SHAYLA

nintendo isn't even a game company anymore. they're a walking legal department that occasionally releases a game that is technologically half a decade out of date

Was watching a reaction video to the Predator Badlands trailer, and one of the people reacting said something along the lines of, ‘I don’t care about predator culture, I don’t want to learn a single thing about them. I just want them to be mysterious alien hunters.’

Okay, but isn’t this way of thinking precisely what has been suffocating the franchise for the last decade? We never get anything new or anything interesting because film makers keep sticking to the same old formula in order to keep the predator species ‘mysterious’. Well, I hate to break it to you folks, but an alien species that has appeared in seven films has ceased to be mysterious a long time ago.

He is adorable and no one can tell me otherwise.

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It's fun to think about how the townspeople would interact with Caldarus ~

“What do you mean you’re afraid of heights?”

Your new husband stares at you in utter shock. His inhumanly large eyes round into saucers as he searches your face for answers.

“I didn’t think it would be a problem.” You admit with a shrug.

Your husband groans and hides his face in his clawed hands. The feathers that coat his body, long, black and elegant like a raven’s, rustle with each anxious shift of his body. He’s mumbling something under his breath, but you can’t make out what he’s saying.

“It’s…not a problem is it?”

Your own anxiety begins to swell. Surely something so insignificant as you being afraid of heights wouldn’t lead an annulment of this marriage. Not after everything you’ve sacrificed to make it to this village in the first place.

Your new husband sighs, returning his gaze to yours. His expression softens, he’s heard the fear in your voice and despite being little more than a stranger to you, he wants to help. Slowly, he reaches over to gently brush a talon along your cheek. His touch is kind and warm.

“Not to me. I think you’re lovely the way you are. But…it could prove to be a problem to the consummation of our marriage.”

“How?”

“In my culture, partners mate for life and consummating a marriage is taken very seriously.”

He raises his arms, gesturing as he explains.

“We do this by taking flight into the sky together, saying our vows to no one but each other, and then dropping back down to the earth. Sort of like a trust fall but with much more dire consequences should either party fail.”

You swallow down the nervous ball forming in your throat.

“But, I’m a human. I can’t fly.”

Your humanoid, feathery husband smiles tenderly.

“I would carry you, and I promise that I’d never let you fall. But you will have to stay calm during the ceremony. Any sign of doubt or fear is equated to doubt in your partner. Then the marriage will be null and void.”

You’re silent as you digest his words. To overcome your lifetime fear of heights just like that is a tall order, but you’ve come much too far to give up.

Now the real question is…can you trust him?

He evolved