finished my botw amv!!! it was my first zelda game and i’ve been replaying it recently, and while i think the story could be clunkily told i also think it’s really compelling and underrated.
I don’t know if we’re still in the age of Y/N L/N search-and-replace self-insert fanfics but can I just say there’s MASSIVE untapped potential for a Y/N L/N Death Note fanfiction if you just
if you just
hang on. This. Like this:
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Light clicked his bedroom door shut, and leaned against it, and slid gently down. His attention was wrapped so wholly in the unmarked envelope in his hand. He slit it open, and unsheathed the documents like he was pulling money from a wallet. He was, in a sense. These documents had cost him. The private eye he hired had not been cheap.
But it HAD been worth it, Light knew with relief washing through his veins as he thumbed through the contents: birth certificate, social security card, medical records, vaccination history, school records, IDs with photos – mother’s name, father’s name, date of birth, eye color, hair color, blood type.
Light held in his hands EVERYTHING there was to know about the girl. And he basked in it, drinking it in, a namefinally to attach to the woman who haunted him.
First name: Y/N. Last name: L/N.
Light cracked a grin, rib cage rippling with manic chuckles that bubbled to his lips and erupted, cackles, delighted trills. The sense of victory flooded him. That girl who knew he was Kira, that girl who had worked so hard to hide her identity, that girl who plagued him, followed him, haunted him every day, who he could never touch.
Finally, Light could kill her.
He rose, and walked nearly numb to his desk, and pulled out the scrap of Death Note he kept in the false bottom of the top drawer. He reveled in it as he wrote: Y/N L/N, dies alone at 11:48pm of a brain aneurysm.
The damnation felt so sweet.
…
She was waiting for him, early as the sun which crested behind her, all soft smiles and sweet squinted eyes. She was waiting for him as she did every single day. She stood there, as always - a thing of nightmares.
The blood left Light’s face once he opened the front door to her, feet and hands tingling cold, stomach in knots.
He’d been worried when he awoke to no news about his dead university classmate. And the confirmation of his every fear settled as a knot in his gut. Y/N L/N was alive, in front of him, just as she was every other day, smiling.
“You seem surprised, Light. Like you’ve seen a ghost?” Her wry smile was a mockery. Light loathed her more than anything.
“Y/N … L/N…” he muttered, through gritted teeth. “…Good morning.”
“Oh! You discovered my name. Good job good job, that was faster than I expected.”
“Why—”
“Aren’t I dead?” she titled her head and swayed a bit in place. “That’s how Kira kills people, yeah? Full name? And you’ve got mine. So why aren’t I dead?”
Kira.Light’s eye twitched. She did that. At every chance, dropping with such nonchalance that she knew. If he argued back, she would ignore him. If he defended himself, it would get him nowhere.
Ignore, deflect, probe, find a weak point.
“Is it a fake name? Is Y/N L/N a fake name?” It would be hard to believe; it would be beyond elaborate. Every ounce of documentation would need to have been faked, or else perfectly stolen, with a complete erasure of who the girl really was. Not a single piece of contradictory evidence. Enough to completely fool Japan’s most esteemed private eye. It was almost unfathomable.
“No, it’s not a fake name. That’s my name. My real name. You’re right.” She spun on her heel and walked forward, into the sun, toward campus, sunlight streaking through the wisps in her hair. “But you can’t kill me with it, Kira.”
Light refused to answer. He refused to concede. He refused to show his hand, and yet, maybe he already had… Maybe he’d already lost.
He’d try again tonight. He’d try again as many times as it took to eliminate her, this unfathomable girl, who appeared in his uni classroom claiming to be an old elementary school classmate of his, who followed him every day and spoke in hints that suggested she knew,and yet never revealed how, or why, or what she wanted from him.
He’d try again. He’d kill her this time.
“It won’t work, trying again, that is. If you want to kill me, you’ll have to use your own hands.” She glanced over her shoulder at him. “But that’s messy, and suspicious, and too easy to solve, right? So you need the Death Note to do away with me. But it won’t work.”
Death Note, dammit, she really DID know.
“Hey Light, what’s my name?”
“Y/N, L/N,” he ground out, almost robotically.
“Say it again.”
“Y/N, L/N.”
“And what name did you write in the Death Note?”
Light hesitated. Did he stand any chance of keeping his hand concealed?
He locked eyes with her, and he knew the answer was no. She knew. He knew.
“Y/N L/N.”
“Doesn’t sound quite right, does it?” she asked. And with her words, Light felt some unsettled somethingthud in his chest. A disquiet. An unrest. A thinly veiled wrongness.
“My name, that name, Y/N L/N, how do you spell it?” she asked.
“Y…” Light paused. Y? No… That was almost certainly not right.
“First letter, second letter, third letter. Come on. I believe in you.”
A headache was building behind Light’s eyes.
“Y…. S-slash…. N…” No. That wasn’t a name. That wasn’t anyone’s name. And it wasn’t her name. Her name, her name was—
“You can’t spell it, Light. You can’t. And no one can. No one except an extremely, intractably lucky person could even guess what my name might be, at the time that all of this plays out.”
“What does that mean?”
“What do I look like, Light? The Death Note needs a mental image! What do I looklike?”
And Light looked. He looked directly at her, piercing, probing, roving, studying, drinking her in. She looked exactly as he remembered, with H/C hair and E/C eyes and….
What color hair?
What color eyes?
What name?
“I’m not anyone, Light,” she offered with the same, sweetly saccharine smile that Light could not describe beyond those words. “Or I’m everyone, I guess. I’m every Y/N L/N who reads this, any one of them. And when the dust settles, and the story stabilizes, and those markers are replaced for real, it will be too late. Because that will not be the name you wrote in your Death Note. You’ll always have written Y, and slash, and N, and L, and slash, and N, and that will never be right. I’ll be someone else by the time it matters, every time.”
Light blinked through the stars in his vision. Looking at her hurt, his vision wobbling in and out of focus on the nothing, and the everything she was. The hair color, and the eye color, and the first name, and the last name, that were every potential quantum combination, and still none of them.
He shut his eyes.
“What do you want from me?” he asked. “Why are you following me? Why do you know who I am. What do you want?”
“Nothing. I want nothing. I don’t have a defined will. It’s not like I’m a person.” She stepped forward again, hands clenched to the bag behind her back. A normal school bag, a normal school uniform, trotting in step eastward toward the college campus. “I’m an insert. And that means I’m whoever they want me to be, every time. It’s not any deeper than that.”
Here’s the sketch. I usually have a bunch of references open while I sketch to make sure things are on model (just my style, you do you)
After the sketch is finished, I use the lasso tool and just select the entire silhouette and fill it in with a solid color on a layer underneath the sketch
I turn the opacity of the sketch down and put it on the “multiply” blending mode and then alpha lock the flat color layer and color in the flats
I do most of my flats for each character on one layer haha
After the flats, I add some basic cel shading with a shadow layer set to “multiply” and a highlights layer set to “overlay”. I toggle between selecting the flat colors from the flats layer to make sure I stay ‘in the lines’ of the body parts for the shading
Then I start rendering everything on a new layer. Tbh I do most all of, if not all of my rendering/painting on one layer lol here’s a shot of the sort of first pass. Usually I’ll hit the “select pixels” option on the flats layer and then press Ctrl+H to hide the selection visual, just to make sure I’m staying on the character when I paint. A lot of times, I’ll also go back to the flats layer and select specific body parts to just paint those.
And then here’s the final! Once I’m done painting, I will duplicate and merge the layers and add adjustments layers and fix some color balance stuff
I might add him into a scene sometime, but for now I just gave him a drop shadow
Thought this would be cool to post because I love seeing process stuff, so I hope you all enjoy!
I use Adobe Photoshop, but these blending modes and tools are available in most digital art programs
The Spanish fans of Our Flag Means Death pushed HBO hard enough for them alter the Spanish dub ao that Jim’s pronouns are “elle!” Huge win for Spanish-speaking NBs everywhere!
OFMDesp: After much insistence by the Spanish fandom of Our Flag Means Death, @HBOMaxES you have correctly dubbed Jim’s pronouns!!!! Their pronouns are “elle/le”!!!! Listening to elle on screen has been incredible for all of us.
Sara Pérez (Spanish voice actor for Jim): Being part of this makes me very excited. Jim’s pronouns are “elle/le”. And point. I refused to let them dub as “ella” or “él.” I am very proud to have managed to include this in the dubbing, we are on the right track. It took me a lot of heartache to get this, but I’m so glad they finally let me put it on. Step by step. I made the adjustment with the same love and respect that was put into the original script. Thank you very much @david_jenkins__
Vico Ortiz: I LOVE IT!!! THAT IS!!! Wow super proud of you!! I adore you!!
[ID: Image one is a reply by @SaritaAdam that reads: “Did you mean to write "elle” or “el” ? Just asking to know if they change it for a masculine pronon or a nb one.“ The following images are multiple tweets as translated above. The original text is transcribed in the following Spanish ID. End ID]
[DI: La primera imagen es una respuesta de @SaritaAdam que dice: "¿Quisiste escribir "elle” or “el”? Solo estoy preguntando para saber si ellos lo cambiaron por un pronombre masculino o uno NB.“ Las imágenes siguientes son tuits como los traducidos arriba. Dicen:
piratas y mamarrachos @OFMDEsp: Despues de mucho insistir por parte del fandom espanol de Our Flag Means Death, @HBOMaxES ha doblado correctamente los pronombres de Jim!!!! Sus pronombres son elle!!!! Escuchar el elle en pantalla ha sido increible para todes nosotres. @V_Vico_Ortiz ❤❤❤
Sara Perez @sapetrad: Formar parte de esto me hace muchisima ilusiOn. Los pronombres de Jim son "elle/le”. Y punto. Me negaba a dejar que se doblaran como “ella” o “el”. Estoy muy orgullosa de haber conseguido incluir esto en el doblaje, vamos por buen camino. @V_VicoOrtiz
Sara Perez @sapetrad: Replying to Pofmdesp and @V Vico Ortiz Me costo muchos dolores de cabeza conseguir esto, pero me alegro muchisimo de que al final me dejaran ponerlo. Pasito a pasito.
Sara Perez @sapetrad: el ajuste con el mismo carino y respeto que le pusieron al guion original. Muchas gracias @david_jenkins__ ❤️
Vico Ortiz @V_VicoOrtiz (verificade) AMOOOOOOO!!! (La palabra “Amo” muy alargada y en mayúsculas)
Vico Ortiz Q: ESSSOOOOO EEEEEEEE!!!! (La palabra “eso” seguida por un grito, escrita en mayúsculas y elongada) Wow super orgullose de ustedes!! Les adorooo (adoro)!! Fin de descripción]
Postpiles like this occur when large pools of basalt cool under a glacier. The lava freezes on all 6 sides, and then slowly cools on the interior. But because it shrinks as it solidifies (unlike water), that puts the interior under tremendous internal stresses, which tend to break along hexagons (with occasional pentagons and septagons thrown in) because that’s a shape that tesselates while also minimizing perimeter to area ratio (ie the least amount of high-energy cracking needed per volume). And then at some point something weathers the top and sides so you can see it. And yes they are this cool in person.
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This formation is close to a glacier. Not sure which one, but you can tell from the telltale blue-green water, which indicates a high concentration of the type of superfine sediment that you get in glacial runoff. And that is also amazing to see in person (water is actually fairly rarely really blue).
Thanks for the explanation! Giant’s Causeway in Northern Ireland/Southern Scotland is another example.
[I.D.: A gifset containing five gifs of the educational Minecraft game Manito Ahbee Aki: The place where the Creator sits.
Gif 1 shows three panning environmental shots. One shot shows bison in the forest. Another shot sweeps over an aerial view of a teepee community in the forest. Another shot shows a large field of wheat.
Gif 2 shows a first person view of the player hunting in a forest with a bow and arrow.
Gif 3 has two scenes. One scene shows the player paddling in a canoe through a river. The next scene switches to a first person view from the canoe as the player approaches the shore where three teepees stand.
Gif 4 shows a line of bison running through a grassy field together.
Gif 5 shows the player talking to the NPC Grandmother Chickadee. A text box with her dialogue appears, saying “Semaa (Tobacco) is a connection to our creator and ancestors. Semaa allows us to communicate with our ancestors to ask for guidance. Semaa is a gift of reciprocity. We give semaa to recieve knowledge and healing. Prior to recieving knowloedge and/or healing from a Knowledge Keeper you must offer semma.”
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Manito Ahbee Aki: The place where the Creator sits is an Indigenous teaching resource built in the world of Minecraft! Travel back in time to Manito Ahbee, a site located in Manitoba’s western Whiteshell area, and experience Anishinaabe culture, community, teachings, and their way of life before European contact. Explore three distinct lessons to understand the Anishinaabe Worldview by learning from Knowledge Keepers!
I see the original post going around every so often and it saddens me a little that it’s never accompanied by this thread explaining why it’s completely understandable how a child would arrive at these spellings in accordance with english phonetics
i also want to point out that even in the composition of the image, the kid is very precisely mimicking the way these pictures would have been presented to them,in kids’ books and posters. this kid not only knew what the shapes’ words should sound like and what letters matched which sounds, they knew that the shapes should be arranged in rows with the name written precisely underneath. this is a kid who paid close attention to how things should go, and it’s very cool to see.
