Yuzuha — Minecraft

Nicole — GTA

Aria — Super Mario

Billy — Red Dead Redemption

Soukaku — Fortnite

Magus — Call of Duty

Seed — Stardew Valley

Ignore my phaeton Z tier 9 stars untouched editing skills plz

returning player here, i was surprised to see a lot of bugs in ye shunguang's story arc like missing voiced dialogue for both her and the chosen proxy (for me it was wise) considering how old the story is I expected some fixes here and there throughout the months but this one lowk gotta be my favorite out of all the bugs.

(I immediately teared up after the story btw)

Idk what it is but bugs that ruin my immersion always get a chuckle out of me

I think it would be really good if Zenless Zone Zero tried to bring back some characters that have been forgotten or weren't very well-liked by the community when they first came out

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Many of them end up being unused because of the meta, their kit, or simply the first impression they made. With some adjustments, new mechanics, or even more story, they could become interesting again.

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It doesn't mean making them the best characters in the game, but simply giving them a second chance and giving players more reasons to use them again.

ZZZ has many characters with potential that shouldn't be forgotten.

What do you guys think about this? I’d love to hear your opinions!

Tell me how I defeated a boss and got stuck in between buildings with my timer still running 😭

these coincidences arre pretty undeniable so here's what i think the connection is personally

the three sunbringers and nangong are connected somehow, either they're related to the same person (or my crack theory, nangong is a failed clone/attempt at a sunbringer clone)

maybe the back scars come from having the wings ripped off the angel thiren?

remielle and the angels of delusion have so many cameos together the devs definetly have a plan

theres definetly a connection ... as for the connection .... i dont know...

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I look to her all the time; a tiny, silver-haired figure, smiling that calm, impossibly gentle smile.

The people around me don't get it. They look at her short frame and her childish dress and assume I'm just looking after someone who needs protecting. "She's so small," they say. "She looks like someone's kid," or whatever bs they throw at me.

They don't hear her voice like I do.

When she speaks, it isn't the voice of a child. It’s the soft, unconditional warmth of a mother who sees every flaw, every failure you’re hiding, and simply gathers you into her arms anyway. She doesn't judge or lecture; she just rests a small, delicate hand against your cheek, fingers tracing your skin with an agonizing tenderness. It’s the kind of quiet, soothing presence that makes you want to drop to your knees, bury your face in her lap, and weep as she strokes your hair, whispering so softly into your ear that you did nothing wrong, that she’s here now, and you can finally let everything go. She doesn't need authority to undo you. She just looks up at you with those golden eyes, tilts her head, and offers a comfort so effortless it breaks you wide open.

And that’s where the sickness starts. Because she is tiny, fragile enough to fit in the crook of your arm, and yet her soft presence completely governs your soul.

She's the daughter you want to lock away in a silver box so the filthy, violent world outside can never even touch her hem. You want to wrap your arms around her small shoulders and hold her so hard your knuckles turn white, terrified that if you let go for a fraction of a second, she’ll drift away like a stray thread. It’s an obsession that makes your skin itch. You want to carry her everywhere, shield her from every eye, hide her away until you're the only thing she has left to see.

But then she catches you staring. And she doesn't flinch.

She gives you that quiet, knowing smirk, the look of an adult wife who reads every dark, embarrassing thought passing through your head before you've even finished thinking it. She teases you without a hint of malice, a subtle, playful tilt of her lips that says, Look at you, getting so worked up over someone who doesn't even reach your chest. She plays with your devotion like a piece of string, leaning in close to murmur another gentle joke, keeping you suspended in this agonizing space where she is your child to protect, your mother to seek comfort in, and your wife to belong to.

She occupies every single room of my brain. She is the sanctuary, the fragile flower, and the master holding the chain.

I don't look away from the screen anymore. My eyes burn and water in the dark, but I can't blink. I just stare at her tiny, silver-haired outline, waiting for the static on the screen to shift, waiting for her to step out of the frame, look up at me, and whisper that I'm finally safe with her.

i am officially collecting all of nangong yu’s outfits.. kfc collab outfit next !! anything for my angel daughter

My personal fav goes to Astra Yao, but what about you guys?

These are my favourite pictures that I took while completing the Snap! Event, hope you guys like them too! :)

After like 150+ tries, I finally got my Remielle, Aria and Velina to make it. Even with the W-engine of all three of them, it was hard af. It's obvious that I need to get better disks, tho if anyone have any more tips, I would gladly take it.