#Such a dramatic bitch playing his own theme song in the tower

[shannonsketches]

Do you have any headcanons about his hobbies? Maybe ones people wouldn't expect him to have?

HELLO YOU I think you probably know a lot of these already, but I have a few! (For the folks who haven't been with me for all this time, my headcanons are largely OoT based) Because of Ganondorf's stature and status as a thief king, I think many of his hobbies are unexpected. He looks like a brawler so one probably wouldn't expect him to be a good horseback archer (or archer in general, probably), but that's a staple of Gerudo Culture (circa OoT). He loves reading, and theology, and history, and music. He paints his nails, wears jewelry, canonically has a favorite gemstone, wears makeup, dresses well. I headcanon he hunts on horseback with a falcon (or a helmeroc) when he's younger. I also headcanon that he loves his horse and is in fact a weird horse girl (even his phantom copy gets a copy of his baby). But my favorite hobby of his is that he plays piano, and I've had a long standing headcanon that his upbringing as a diplomat to Hyrule is where he learned to play from Zelda's mother, as piano is not a Gerudo instrument.

I like to think they were friends before she died, and she advocated a lot for the Gerudo people before her buffoon of a husband was left in command. I also like to think that organ has always been in Hyrule castle, he was just dramatic and moved it to the top floor.

[puppeteerdamien-blog]

malfunction || self-para

WHO: Damien Longford. A special guest. ft mentions of Daniel, Laurel, Juliet and Tobias Longford.

WHERE: NOTOS Tower. Damien’s Room. 

WHEN: Thursday 24th August. Evening.

WHAT: Damien has a therapy session with a return character.

WARNING: Harsh Language lots of it. Also, Damien crying. Feels. 

To say Damien was coping with getting back to supposedly normal life would be a lie of great proportions.  He needed distractions and therapy weren't helping him as much as he hoped. He just wanted to shut it to be back of his mind. Maybe this was normal for students who had been here much longer than he had, but this wasn't normal? How could it be? How could one possibly just get used to this?

To say he was fine was a breeze to him. Damien could lie without flinching. It was a trait he didn't like about himself but he did it in order to protect his own feelings but he was good at it. He could convince himself so much he was telling the truth that other would believe his lies. So that nobody saw a crack in his glass, tints in his strong armour he'd built about for himself over years of years of feeling out of place in his own skin no matter how hard he tried.  He never used to lie but currently, it was something he'd learnt how to do as time went on. Getting into the life of magic for him was an accident, a part of life that had been kept away from just him specifically for some unknown reason he was still yet to find out. So his parents kept secret from him, they lied. So he had to find out how to lie good two, despite his upbringing to be honest, truthful and just.

So a distraction usually came in the shape of two things for Damien. Exercise and coffee. One. Or both. Not in a particular order but today it was jogging and then the coffee. Finally reaching his room.

He turned on the light as he enters, flicking the switch on but for some reason to him, he feels a little out of place. He ignores it for a little while as he goes to put his shoes away. The young new age sighed and he felt and saw the lights in the room flicker for a while. He furrows his eyebrows at it in confusion as he raised his posture. Damien looks around the room, spinning on the spot full circle and seeing nothing wrong. It was actually very silent in his room. Almost a little too silent.

Until.

"I'm backkkkkkkkk!" was said in familiar raised voice.  A voice Damien knew all too well.  A dramatic tone. As if one of those moments from a movie.

It made Damien freeze in his spot. His body stiff now and his heart rate picking up in speed in fear.  "No, no no...No. You were gone. I-I got rid of it" His voice shook. He clenched his fist and closed his eyes, he slowly turned around as the room lights flicker again like some horror movie he watched.

"What's the matter, Little D? Not happy to see me."  The figure appeared almost from the shadows with a dark smirk.  Whistling what he believed to be his own theme song. I’ve got no strings on me. A harmonious melody.  His electric blue eyes shone in the dark before he'd even stepped out. He was wearing a simple grey t and black shorts. Almost an opposite to the white t Damien was wearing. 

At the sight. Damien didn't believe what he was seeing so he rubbed his eyes and he was gone. A sigh of relief. His mind playing tricks on him. Thank aether it was only a short temporary thing. Maybe his guilt playing up on him. The event really had shaken him up more than he'd even let on.

Until a sudden cough from behind now caught him offer guard. "You know, D, we've gotta stop meeting like this." His shadow-self replied.

"Y-You're not real. You're gone. I killed you." Damien replied.

"I mean, yeah. Technically you did. Technically I'm not here. If you wanna talk technicality. Wanna medal, kiddo? Gold star, hmm" The shadow hummed, scoffed and rolled his eyes before he made himself comfortable on the couch. It was so fast he almost teleports. As if a light flash went off in his room, he was there in a blink of an eye. Putting his feet up on his coffee table.  "But god is it fun to see you squirm like a worm on the ground. I think I may just stick around a little while."

"No, go away."

"You say that as if I invited myself in, D. Woah. Is this how you treat all your friends you invite over? God, your kind of an asshole." He shook his head and chuckled. “You know, I’m only in your head because this is what your guilt looks like. I’m your conscience.” He whispered in a joking manner before laughing at him. 

"I want you to leave. So go away. Get out of my head." The New Age replied. His tone firm.

"If only it worked like that, man. I'm flattered you're thinking about me. I really am. I could go but what fun would that be?"

Damien really was squirming. He knew this wasn't real yet why did he feel so scared? So vulnerable?

"Okay, I've got a deal, Little D. I'll go now if we have daily meetings from now on. I'll just pop up and we can have a talk about your feelings. I mean, what's the therapist going to do when you just lie? Who knows you better than you do. Me! Duh" The imaginative shadow replies as he turns his head to face him.

"No. That's not how this works." Damien agreed to restart his own control against himself.

"Is it not now? Because I could talk to your about your problems all day, man. Cause I'm ready to rock on a roll!" He said, standing back up again to threaten Damien. "Like how mommy and daddy try so hard to make you feel loved cause they kept the biggest secret of all from you. Did they ever tell you why? No, I don't think they trust you with it. Not even now. You know as well as I do that nothing will impress them. So why are you trying so hard? You aren't Juliet. Oh, no, she's the golden child. She's everything you want to be, right? That's the sad part. Oh no, well, all of this is the sad part. What about that kid brother of yours, Toby? That is his name? Not like you actually remember. Oh, isn't he how you found out?  I heard a little rumour you used to be closed? What happened there?" His shadow shook his head. His eyes darkening blue as if there was a storm brewing in them.

Damien was silent. He gulped. What power did his imagination really have over him? This wasn't real. He was in control, right? What could he really do?

“Okay, now listen to these words very fucking carefully, you little shitbag.” His shadow gripped him by the chest. His shadow slightly taller reigned supreme. "Well, actually, I could get you really riled up and then everyone would think your crazy-pants? I mean, the Longford Little bitch and a loony wouldn't be good for your dreams of being a lawyer, huh kiddo? Better stick to those CSI re-runs" His shadow then lightly slapped his cheek. And for something that really shouldn't hurt as part of his mind, his imagination, unreality, he felt it a lot.   “You, mean nothing. You're expendable. Think if you disappeared you’d mean anything to anyone? You think you have friends here? You think mommy and daddy and your sibling would even blink an eye to here then maybe, you just couldn’t take it. That you gave up. Cause they’re not going to be surprised, believe me! Do not fuck with me. Cause I can make your life a living hell if I wanted. I’m not going anywhere.”

"I'm going to ask you a question for you to think about before I scoot for today and I'll see you tomorrow. Do you think your parents actually love you? Like, really love you? Not that fake shit they always give you like a Thanksgiving. Or love you the same as your brothers and sisters?"

Damien couldn't show any weakness so the whole time, he'd stayed in the same spot with a look on his face that was a mixture of aggression and vulnerability. His feelings hurt at every word because they came from his own voice. It sucked and he knew it wasn't real but the feelings hitting him now were very real with those lingering questions.

"Later, D." His shadow waved. “This was fun.” He winked. The vision of him faded. It was a glitch on a computer screen and then he was gone. 

"No," he replied to the question. Even though he was gone. "They don't...but I can make them love me the same they love my siblings. Okay. That I can change." He spoke only as if to convince himself which in he was. Really he was. If only he could do that with meaning. This lie couldn't sink deep enough for him to believe it though. So tears ran down his face despite staying scrunch. He'd tried so hard not to look pathetic but now he was alone. Just like he felt a lot in life.

He went to his couch to sit on it and now couldn’t get that question out of his head. Did his parents care enough? He’d always had doubts but was he actually right?