#Brotherly shenanigans

[gia-d]

Four has been looking for that headband for HALF AN HOUR--

[guardianofthedawn]

Bi-Han: I am the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei. I am the most worthy of the clan.

Kuai Liang: Really? Is that why your hand is stuck in the slot of the vending machine?

Bi-Han: I paid for my fucking chips, I’m getting my fucking chips.

[elitadream]

Can you imagine when Luigi and Peach spend time alone while Mario is away that Luigi teaches her some Italian words, like "love" or "handsome" and slowly build up on it until she can learn at least one sentence or phrase to surprise Mario with?

Poor Mario would be lovestruck while Peach worries if she said it correctly or not.

PKDJFHRH???

I... I wanna draw that so bad. Omg. 😵‍💫😍

YES to Luigi secretly teaching Peach sweet Italian sayings and YES to Peach gathering up the courage to compliment Mario to his face in his first language. Just- Augh. 💘👏

Last time I made Peach speak Italian was so very long ago, I absolutely must update the concept soon! Thank you for the fantastic prompt. You can be sure I'm keeping it in mind. x3 🙏

[raaysa-art]

Super Mario - Incorrect Quotes

Source: @theonlyhokuspokus​

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Changed the second-last pannel and I like this so much more!

Otherwise you would have the big puppy eyes but not very well rendered and so out of place, lol.

[sweetlittlestarbursts]

Echo: Why are Crosshair and Tech sitting with their backs to each other? Hunter: They had a fight. Echo: Then why are they holding hands? Hunter: They get sad when they fight.

[lorainedoesthings]

[lonely-soul-02]

[brendathedoodler]

Dusting off my writing skills specifically to write Hyrule and Legend being little shits

~~~~~

It was an alluring sound, though one that seemed entirely out of place among the sound of crickets. Under a blanket of darkness, a lone traveler wandered through the trees, knowing full well that what he was doing was stupid.

Really, going towards the strange music playing late at night? The mystical song that surely no Hylian could make? He paused and turned around, going back the way he’d come just to prove that he could. The music continued, and he felt no obligation or pull to go toward it beyond his own curiosity. It probably wasn’t magic.

Hopefully.

Taking a deep breath, the traveler turned once again and began to head towards it once more.

As the music grew louder, the traveler’s footsteps slowed. He didn’t want to alert whatever it was making those sounds. Slowly he approached the clearing it seemed to be coming from.

The source were two figures, sitting in the darkness.

One was a mermaid, the low light glittering off her pink scales and the water droplets drenching her form. She was perched on a rock, her face held up to the sky as she sang. It was unlike anything the traveler had ever heard, like some strange mix of birds chirping and the echoing calls of a whale.

The figure beside her played a flute as a few fairies circled and bobbed around them. This sound was familiar, but the traveler was certain they were not Hylian either. Not when they were playing the haunting music with the mermaid, and certainly not with the fairies floating around as though they belonged.

The trance broke suddenly as the music came to an abrupt stop. The traveler took in a sharp gasp as it did, his eyes going wide as the two figures stilled.

They turned to face him in unison. The fae’s empty eyes bore into him and he swore they were glowing in the dark, and the mermaid’s violet stare was no kinder. Terror seeped into his bones like ice, holding him in place despite the instinct to run as fast and as far as he possibly could.

For a few moments, there was nothing. No movement, no noise. The traveler scarcely dared to breathe. It felt like an eternity before the spell broke.

He let out a shout and bolted the opposite direction, stumbling over his own feet in a desperate attempt to get away before those creatures got to him first.

There was no telling if they were pursuing him, he didn’t dare look back. He could only push himself harder and pray to Hylia above that they didn’t cast some sort of curse on him or his family.

~~~~~

Hyrule was holding his breath, and he could tell Legend was too. They needed to be silent and wait, just a little longer.

The ache in his lungs was tolerable, but beginning to become bothersome. His composure was chipping away by the second, and he knew that he couldn’t keep it up.

Thankfully, it was Legend who broke the silence. What erupted from his mouth was an awful mix between a chirp and a screech. Honestly, Legend’s laughter was an ugly, inhuman sound, but it was just as infectious as the laughter of any Hylian. Hyrule broke, beginning to laugh alongside him.

The two were practically cackling and probably looked like absolute madmen, sitting in the dark and laughing like the funniest thing in the world had just happened.

“That was fuckin’ gold,” Legend gasped between chirps and squeaks, his tail fin splashing in the pond nearby.

Hyrule snorted as he tried to take a proper breath of air, but the sound just sent him into another spiel of laughter.

“The look on his face!” Legend exclaimed, smacking the dirt under his hand a few times. “Holy shit, Bard, this is the best idea we’ve ever had.”

Hyrule nodded in agreement, wiping a tear from his eye and trying to calm his breathing enough to speak.

“I wish-“ Hyrule’s voice hitched slightly, “I wish my pictograph box worked on the dark. Imagine having that saved!”

Legend grinned wildly. “I’d bet good money that Four’s slate works in the dark. What do you think it would take to convince him to let us borrow it for a night?”

With a roll of his eyes that he knew Legend couldn’t see (and a smile he probably could), Hyrule responded simply with, “he’d never allow it.”

Legend shrugged. “Wouldn’t hurt to try,” he insisted, though after a moment his grin spread wider. “Ready to give it another shot?”

Hyrule grinned right back, setting his flute aside and pulling out his harp. He still felt giggly after that first scare, and he didn’t want to risk messing up the music with unsteady breaths. “Ready?”

“Ready,” Legend agreed, tapping his fingers against the ground at the same time Hyrule tapped his foot. After a few moments, Hyrule began to pluck at the harp’s strings, and Legend joined with the mermaid’s song. With Hyrule’s empty eyes and Legend’s glittery scales, they’d make quite a scene for the next unsuspecting wanderer who happened upon the duo.

[yourlocalcamerarole]

[yapwriting]

I just sobbed so much thinking how he must've been through these type of incidents alllll these years it's been ten years and they're still together like idk if you guys understand how hard it is for someone to deal w things like this when the other person is NOT your sibling. You have that freedom to not like the other person who's been doing it, you can feel so fcking done with them at a point where it gets just so unbearable. Idk bout the contract w company n shit but THEY WILL ALWAYS BE TOGETHER THEY'RE BROTHERS/BEST FRIENDS FOR LIFE 😭😭😭 😭😭😭

[ozblok]

Random 9

Imagine these three trying to see who can stay up the longest before passing out as a brotherly challenge. I would see Morgott collapse first seeing as he's always guarding the erdtree, to the point where he sends astral projections of himself so he doesn't have to leave, so much stress piled up on him might of exhausted him a bit over time. Second one to fall would be Godrick next, he's probably not use to being up way past his curfew but his grafted body might both help or screw him over. When you stay up pass the time you normally sleep your body burn energy faster trying to keep itself up, Godrick does have a large body, but a lot of limbs too that also burn energy, so if he just prevents his other limbs from being active he could probably last longer than Morgott. Mohg though is a strange one being underground and surrounded constantly in darkness and blood, he's probably nocturnal and adjusted to late sleeping times. He could probably go days without sleep before needing a rest, I may be disgusted by Mohg's actions but I would give the win to him.

[gia-d]

Sometimes the brother you get along with the most can be a little shit too.

[cocosnows]

A Lone Sword

Chapter 2

Vergil’s demeanor drastically changed after meeting up with Dante. He stopped sulking and was now more alert than anything, having a very mature and stern demeanor. He had to be strong for the both of them, lest Dante’s recklessness threw them into danger again, he thought.

The two boys started running away from their home. Vergil had the idea of going into the city for help, but Dante told him:

“No, Vergil… mom… she said to hide… to get away from here…”

Vergil looked at him and stayed silent for a moment. After thinking over this instruction their mom had left them, he just answered:

“… ok… we’ll do as she said.”

Vergil did not know exactly what happened to Eva, as Dante was not able to tell him what happened, and he was too burdened with worries to even dare ask. But doing as her mother told them was the only thing they could do; the only way they could honor her passing.

They walked for hours away from the city, across the inhabited camps that were on the outskirts of town, with no clear destination and no person who could aid them. It was pitch dark outside, and they only had the moonlight to guide their steps.

Vergil took the lead, and Dante was following him closely. Vergil’s emotions were complicated. He was sad, angry at Dante, restless about the demons… the turmoil that was happening inside his mind kept him from saying a word to his brother.

And, just as if he could read his brother’s thoughts, Dante didn’t say a word to him, even though he wanted to speak his mind and tell Vergil everything that happened in the house.

But even with this tension in the air, Vergil never let go of Dante’s hand. It was not apparent, but his brother’s presence was keeping him calm despite the complicated emotions and grudges he held on him.

After some time, the twins were starting to get exhausted. The two of them were hurt both physically and emotionally, and needed a much deserved rest, but Vergil kept going despite this fact, albeit with a slower pace. Dante was the first one to point it out.

“Vergil… I’m tired… can we rest?”

Vergil turned around and looked at him. With a voice full of exhaustion, he answered:

“I’m tired too, Dante… but there might be demons lurking… we don’t have nowhere to hide.”

Dante made a pouty face. He wanted to protest, but he understood the situation. Luckily for him, they were approaching what looked like a barn. As soon as he caught a glimpse of it, Dante let go of his brother’s hand and ran towards the building.

Vergil got startled and yelled at him to wait, running behind him.

As soon as Dante saw the barn properly, he stopped and, pointing at the building, he said:

“Vergil, look! It’s a barn! We can hide there!”

Vergil was very hesitant. If it were for him, he would have kept walking until he arrived to the next city. But he was also very exhausted and, most importantly, he didn’t want to get separated from his brother.

Countless thoughts swarmed into Vergil’s mind, making him unable to speak. He lowered his head as he grunted.

Dante noticed his hesitation and grabbed him by the arm. As soon as they locked eyes, Dante said:

“Vergil… I’m scared too… but if we keep walking at night the demons could find us more easily. We can hide in there until morning.”

Dante was right. It was one of the few times Vergil actually agreed with his ideas. Thus, Vergil assented and they went into the barn.

The floor was covered in hay, and there were mounts and rolls of it piled up. They managed to make a little fort with it and laid on the floor. The two children didn’t say a word. They were so exhausted they fell asleep as soon as they laid down. Even though Vergil was tired, he unconsciously slept with the Yamato in his hands.

—

The next morning, a man entered the barn. He didn’t notice the children’s presence until Vergil woke up with the sounds. He woke Dante up silently and shushed him, but the sound of rustling hay gave them away too easily.

As soon as the man heard a sound, he asked out loud as he approached with the pitchfork in hand, prepared to attack:

“Who’s there?”

The man approached the twins’ hideout. The two children didn’t move a muscle.

“COME OUT NOW”, the man yelled.

Vergil stood up in a jolt, took out the Yamato and pointed it at the man. Dante stood behind him, and Vergil covered him with his other hand.

“S-Stand back!”, yelled the child.

The man was so surprised he couldn’t say a word. He was expecting a wild animal, or a robber in the worst of cases… but two silver-haired boys…?

At that moment, the voice of a woman surged from outside the barn.

“Honey! What’s taking so long?”

The man’s wife entered the barn and gasped at the scene that she found.

“Oh my… these children… Hank, what’s going on?”

The man looked at her and, lowering his tool, he told her:

“They were already here when I came. Greeted me with that big ol’ weapon there.”

The children looked at the woman. She instantly made a worried face and told them with a sweet voice: “Look at you… you’re all dirty and bruised… what happened? Are you lost?”

Vergil was about to grunt and yell at them, as he didn’t trust these people. But Dante had other plans.

“Y-yes ma’am… we are lost… we don’t have family… and nowhere to go…”, Dante told the woman.

Vergil lowered the Yamato and gave Dante a piercing, angry stare.

“My god… look at you…”, the woman said as she slowly approached the twins and kneeled to have a better look at them. Her husband told her to wait, as one of them was armed. However, Dante eagerly approached the woman, which only made Vergil angrier and unable to attack.

“DANTE… didn’t you say we can’t trust NO ONE… WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!”, Vergil thought, while trying to not make an angry gesture.

The woman clasped Dante’s cheeks as if checking out his face for bruises, and gently cleaned his face with a cloth.

“You poor children… what are your names?”

“I’m… Tony… and my brother’s name is...”, Dante looked at Vergil and peeled his eyes at him, gesturing him to make up a name and follow up his plan.

“Uh… I’m… G-Gilver…”

“Hah, what a strange name, boy… come, let me clean your face.”

The child hesitated but he complied, as he felt some sort of peer pressure. Dante was really trying to hold back his laugh.

“GILVER?! Could you really not think of anything better?!”, Dante thought while laughing internally.

After this, the woman invited the twins to come into the house to clean themselves. Dante accepted with a cheery voice, but Vergil wasn’t amused at all.

They went into the house and waited until the woman prepared water for them to bath.

Carl looked at them and asked: “so… Tony and Gilver… what got you here, huh? You seem pretty ragged… and that sword of yours…”

Vergil made up a story: the sword was an inheritance of his father; some sort of family relic. They were orphans and escaped from town. The sword was the only thing they got left from their family, so they stole it from the orphanage and ran away. Dante still wondered how he could craft such an elaborate story in a second but couldn’t think of a better fake name than Vergil with the syllables switched up.

The man had his doubts about the story, but didn’t want to pry. Some minutes later, the woman came downstairs and told the children the water was ready. She guided them to a seemingly unoccupied room with two neatly done beds. There was a bathroom next to this room.

“You can change and wash yourselves up here”, she said while pointing at the bathroom. “I left some of my son’s old clothes on the bed for you to wear, too. Take your time, and don’t be shy! Make yourselves comfy, ‘kay?”

The twins nodded and the woman closed the room’s door.

Immediately after she left, Vergil grabbed Dante by the collar and started yelling silently to him.

“What do you THINK you’re DOING?! Weren’t you the one who said we should hide?!”

“This is all part of it, Verge! Don’t you see? We have the opportunity to hide… comfortably!”

Vergil was so angry he gritted his teeth and sweared he could punch Dante in the face, but refrained to do so as he wanted to avoid a commotion. Dante’s idea of “hiding” clearly didn’t match his own.

“Hey, Verge… come on… we had a rough night… these people seem nice enough… and we are really far away from home…”

Vergil acknowledged they didn’t know how far away was the next town, and that it was probably more dangerous out there than in this house. After some thinking, Vergil sighed and let go of Dante.

“I really hate to admit it… but maybe this isn’t such a bad idea… for now.”

Dante celebrated the success of his plan, while Vergil stated some conditions on it.

“We can only stay here three days MAXIMUM, got it? Don’t get used to this. We need to keep going.”

“Owww…”, Dante pouted.

“Come on Dante, let’s wash up. Your hair is so dirty it almost looks completely grey.”

Dante laughed and nodded.

“Sure, whatever you say, Giiilveeer”, said Dante mockingly while letting out a cackle.

Vergil smacked Dante in the head and dragged him to the bathroom.

CHAPTER 3

[shouga-nai]

This Genji leaped over my team and zeroed in on me with the Dragonblade. It was personal.

[k0ri0]

Just a SHIT TON of leo and future leo because they are so dear to me oh my god i love them so much

be lucky i spared the angst i could fucked shit UPPP with them-

[cardinalcheerio]

Dick: distance just makes the heart grow fonder!

Jason: Yeah, thats true. The further I am from you, the happier Iam.