#a hero's choice

[lozriftsintime]

A Hero's Choice: Ravio

Ravio was lonely. He could admit that to himself (and to Zelda, when they had spoken over dinner the night before). It was weird being at the house and not having Link there. Sure, he'd done it plenty when they first met. Link had been in and out of the house (more out than in), working to save both Hyrule and Lorule. But that was years ago. And Ravio had long since grown accustomed to having his spouse around.

It wasn't like he'd lied to Link when they were leaving. No. Ravio did know what he'd been signing up for when he'd married His Hero. And he wouldn't try to change Link for all the rupees in both worlds, but that didn't mean that he didn't miss his spouse when they were away. Maybe he should find some way to occupy himself while Link was gone. Some new project? Preferably something that could lead to something he could give to Link when they came home...But what? Nothing material. Link already had plenty of things. But maybe Ravio could take the time to learn some new recipe for them to enjoy? Or they could focus on their item crafting and try and find a way to mimic some of the items Link had into a more convenient manner of use?

There were so many possibilities, but it wasn't like he needed to decide now. No, Ravio was pretty sure he had some time to figure this out. Link's adventures were rarely that short, and they'd only been gone a day and a half now. So he could put off deciding for the moment. Especially since he needed to do a quick round to check on the orchard and the bees.

Pushing himself out of the chair he'd been resting in, Ravio started for the front room of the house. But before he could get far a flare of magic caused him to stumble and almost fall. A quick flare of his wings helped him catch himself enough that he could stay upright, but it was a near thing. Still rattled, he ended up leaning on the wall. What in the-?! Ravio stared at the door in front of him. What was that?! He could still feel the magic. It was just through the doorway, in the front room of his and Link's house. It...it didn't feel anything like what Link had traveled through, so it probably wasn't his spouse coming home.

But then what was it? And what was Ravio supposed to do about it?! Ravio swallowed hard and slowly straightened, taking his hand off the wall. But before he could do much more than that the sound of familiar, alarmed chirping drew his attention toward the nearest window where, not long after, Sheerow came diving through. The panicked bird-like being seemed to calm slightly when he caught sight of Ravio standing in the room, unharmed, and flew over to settle on Ravio's shoulder with a concerned peep.

"I don't know, Buddy," Ravio admitted "It just showed up a moment ago. Whatever it is. Should...should we have a look? Sheerow was quiet for a moment, but after a while he gave a quiet trill that Ravio knew was meant to be an agreement. Welp. Lovely. Guess it was time to figure out what had just dropped into the main room of his house. At least he had Sheerow with him.

Ravio allowed himself enough time to take a deep breath, but not much beyond that before he turned the handle and pushed the door open to reveal what was on the other side.

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[yendts]

the seven are not-so-battle ready…

thinking about that scene in mark of athena where they're woken up on the argo II and are all ready to fight in their pajamas and wanted to do my own take on their pjs lol

[dyinggirldied]

I love the tropes where Danny is the normal while Tucker and Sam are fucking freaks, especially if those two just so non discreet about it.

So now, imagine Amity Park, after GIW has run rampant on it.

Tucker, shamelessly using magic for any convenience between himself and his lovers. A headcanon of mine is that Danny has chronic pain after the portal accident and Tucker liked to make it so Danny's bed and pillow softer and doesn't hesitate one bit to curse those mean Danny's harms.

Sam, likewise, uses her plant magic to trap those pesky ghost hunters and makes life difficult for them in general.

Tucker and Sam just don't expect for the GIW to report them to the Justice League. Or for the heroes to really come arresting them.

Danny, as expected, blows up.

[nerdpoe]

Danny, due to his biology of being half dead, can eat very questionable things and not die. He decides to start a youtube channel with this.

He buys obvious shitty supplements online, clear and obvious scams, and takes them as directed for a month.

Then he reports what they did to him, and sends the samples to get tested. He's gotten more than a few scammers arrested by providing solid evidence that they used hazardous materials to make their product.

He gets away with this by claiming to have the power of abnormal metabolism, or an "iron stomach", so toxins aren't as likely to hurt him.

One of his viewers sends him an unmarked bottle of pills, saying that if he doesn't take the entire bottle on a livestream, they'll blow up a city.

Danny does his livestream, and goes out of his way to use the entire bottle of pills in extravagant recipes. By the end of it he's created a five course meal, all with the pills cooked/melted in, and it's become a mukbang.

The villain who sent it is watching the livestream pissed off, because they didn't specify how to take the pills, so this technically counts. The heroes they have trapped are losing their minds with concern.

[ilyberrymuch]

you can also put in the tags how old you were, again im nosy lol

[redsray]

Batfam AU where Jason never dies, so Tim doesn't join the family the standard way. Instead, he continues pouring most of his time and energy into his photography, eventually becoming known as a popular photographer for events and all that. So now, picture this: Tim gets hired to be a photographer for a Wayne gala. Obviously, he's ecstatic, because he can take pictures of Batman, Robin and Nightwing and be in their presence for a whole night. Since Tim is so naturally talented in stealth and taking pictures unnoticed, the second one of the fam realises this they're like: this kid is good. Tim manages to go unnoticed by all 3 of them (all bat-trained, one literally batman) multiple times during the night, and even when he is noticed, he disappears before they can manage to get a good look at him; to the sheer amazement of Dick and Jason.

Jason, (very discreetly putting snacks in his suit pocket): i know you're under the table, kid.

Tim: don't mind me, Mr. Todd-Wayne, sir, just taking a few pictures

Jason: right... Jason's fine, and what pictures were you taking from under the table?!

Tim, showing him perfectly good shots of him: these.

Jason: how did you get that. it looks like you took it from the rafters

Tim, nodding: I did.

Jason, glancing at the ceiling: ...what?

Tim, gone:

Jason: no fucking way.

Dick, hearing a very, very faint camera shutter from behind him:

Dick, turning around and finding no one there: what the actual...

Dick, getting the feeling of being watched and whirling around to find Tim staring at him from across the room: ... huh.

Jason, pulling Dick aside: you see that kid too, right?!

Dick, nodding: the camera kid, yeah?

Jason: who is that.

Dick: he's one of the hired photographers, apparently. one of the best in his field, despite his age.

Jason: he's good. like, really good. snuck up on me 4 times already, the little bastard.

Dick: you too? i swear he's constantly watching. it's creepy how well he can sneak past both of us.

Jason:

Dick:

Jason: you don't think...

Dick: no. B would've told us.

Jason:

Dick:

Dick: did he get another kid and not tell us somehow

Bruce: what do you mean another kid?

Jason: you heard us. did you adopt another kid and not tell us?!

Bruce: no?? how would I even?? ... what's this about?

Dick: one of the photographers has managed to sneak up on both me and Jay multiple times already

Bruce: what.

Jason: he also can't be more than like. 15 or 16. so forgive us for assuming you took another one in.

Bruce: do you know his name?

Dick:

Jason:

Bruce: really?

Dick: in our defence, he's very hard to catch. i wouldn't be surprised if he's snuck up on you, too.

[camera shutter noise]

All of them, whipping their heads toward the sound only to find nothing but air:

Tim, smiling from the other side of the room:

Jason: do you see what we mean?!

Cue an entire night of shenanigans where it's just Dick, Jason and Bruce trying to catch Tim and learn about him. Upon finding out who he is and where he lives, Dick immediately asks to keep him as an honorary member of the family. Jason is hesitant at first but at some point Tim calls Bruce Batman instead of Mr. Wayne on accident and Jason laughs so hard he's basically won over. Bruce can do nothing but watch as Tim proceeds to come over almost every night for sleepovers and is coddled by both of his sons. And he can't deny, the kid's investigation and stealth skills are top tier. By the time Dick and Jason both start referring to Tim as 'their younger brother' Bruce has just accepted his fate.

[stars-obsession-pit]

If anyone saw this for a moment earlier when i accidentally hit post, no you didn’t

The Ultimate Enemy ends a bit differently. Though Danny does still overcome his evil future self, Dan leaves him with a few parting gifts for his trouble.

Danny is thrown into another universe, and his obsession is distorted. Where it once was Protection, now all it is is Violence. One last-ditch attempt by Dan to make Danny into a monster like him.

However, Danny’s human mind is still intact. So despite feeling the perpetual urge from his ghost half, he can keep it in check. Somewhat.

But not entirely.

So he becomes a Rogue. He doesn’t like it, but what else can he do? He needs to do something.

Of course, he does his best to minimize real harm, to focus his attacks on those that deserve it - the polluting factories, the corrupt businessmen, and all others that exploit people. He tries to eke out as much nourishment for his core as he can from the engagements, especially the fights against the heroes that come to stop him.

But it’s not enough. He still knows he’s causing harm and hates every second of it, even as his obsession sings at being fed.

The heroes notice. How could they not? A powerful, young, villain who clearly doesn’t want to be doing what they’re doing but seemingly can’t stop? There must be something else going on. Some force pushing him to do this.

And they’re going to save him from it.

[quiddling]

very kissable

[orphiclovers]

han sooyoung, on being the villain

[sotiredmostnights]

"why does awakening present the player with choices that don't even matter"

that's. that's the point. you're supposed to feel like your decisions don't make a difference. you're supposed to feel hopeless when emmeryn dies. you're supposed to feel like you have no real options when facing lucina's judgement. these moments are intended to make the player feel fate's inescapable grip on them, which makes it all the more rewarding when the final choice the player makes in the fight against grima lets fate loosen its grip at last: the choice was made, and it DID matter, and fate was truly bested, be it in the present or 1000 years from now

[lozriftsintime]

A Hero's Choice: Engineer

Link was pretty sure he was living the dream life. Leaning out the window of his train and feeling the wind blow through his hair as he watched the world go by at a comfortable pace was one of his favorite places to be. It was only really topped by being at home with Karu and their three kids.

It didn't get much better than spending the evening sharing a meal with his four favorite people and listening to the kids share about their days. Niko always had interesting stories now that he'd started the beginning of his sword training at the palace. And Angee and Alpho were constantly getting into something they weren't supposed to.

Link did feel bad leaving Karu with them most of the day (and the occasional overnight), but he also knew that his husband was perfectly capable of handling the three of them on his own. And they had agreed that Link would continue to be the one working while Karu stayed home with the kids. So long as Link worked to try and be home before the kids went to bed most nights. So there wasn't really any reason to feel guilty. He just...did sometimes.

Link shook his head and refocused on the tracks ahead of him. He wasn't worried about crashing. He'd driven this train on these tracks for seventeen years now. He could make it back to Castletown with his eyes closed. It wasn't like he had monster trains trying to chase him down like they did back when he was twelve. Compared to that, keeping his train on track while avoiding regular trains was a cakewalk.

Speaking of Castletown. There it was coming up. Link felt a grin spreading across his face as he shifted gears to slow down for the approach to the station, easing his train to a gentle stop. Once he was completely stopped, Link hopped out and turned towards the passenger car to beam at the two Castletown locals who had caught a ride back with him from his last stop in Aboda Villiage.

"Welcome back to Castletown," he told them brightly "And thank you again for riding with Hero's Spirit. I hope to see you again soon!"

"Wonderful as always, Link" Mona praised him, waving as she disembarked. "I'll see you in a couple of days for my trip to Wittleton."

"I look forward to it, Mona," Link replied easily, waving in reply as Mona and her travel companion made their way into town.

Link waited until both passangers were off the platform before he began running through his nightly checks of his train, checking the passenger car for forgotten items and trash, glancing over the wheels, and checking the engine. He didn't actually expect any issues. This was the Spirit Train after all, a train crafted by ancient spirits to help guard the land, but Alphonzo had taught him how to check his train and Link wasn't one to let that go to waste. Besides, it was better safe than sorry.

Once he was sure that everything was in good shape Link hopped back into the cab and began carefully maneuvering his train into its shed. It was an easy, familiar thing by this point in his life, so it didn't take much time at all. He was on his way into town less than ten minutes later, the shed closed up behind him.

Since he'd managed to finish up for the day relatively early in the evening Link was looking forward to sharing a meal with his family before getting to cuddle with his husband before bed. Unfortunately for him, however, those plans were quickly derailed when he reached his house only to find two royal guards stationed outside his door.

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[yendts]

wands + headcannons for the heroes at hogwarts au i drew here

[winterinhimring]

The real tragedy of Dune (which the movies did an excellent job of portraying) is that almost none of the characters we see have any real choice in what they do. The only choices they have are in how they do them.

Duke Leto must take House Atreides to Arrakis, or be declared a traitor to the Imperium and hunted down. He knows it's a trap and that the Emperor is, in the very best case scenario, setting him and his family up for a serious reversal of their fortunes (far more likely, he's outright scheming to get them killed). But he doesn't have a choice. He must go to Arrakis. He does go to Arrakis. He dies.

Paul and Jessica must flee into the desert or the Harkonnen soldiers will kill them both brutally. They must go to the Fremen for refuge or the desert will kill them. They go. They find that the Fremen have already begun to mythologise Paul. He's the Mahdi, the Lisan al-Gaib. There is no option for Paul to be a normal person here. He is either the messiah or he is a false prophet, and false prophets in a nation of true believers don't live for long.

So Paul fits himself into the mold of the myth. He becomes Muad'dib and leads the Fremen in war because they believe too much in him to let him be anything less. Is it manipulation? Yes. But because the Bene Gesserit have been manipulating the Fremen for centuries, Paul has no choice but to continue it if he wants to live.

He sees the holy war at the end of every timeline by glimpses and he fights to avoid it. To avoid it, he becomes the Kwizatz Haderach and gains the ability to fully see timelines, and thereby he makes himself that much more of the Fremen messiah and brings himself one step closer to the holy war. Every choice he makes is a choice for survival and an attempt to avoid that war, the war he cannot escape because every step he makes along the path to survival is one more step towards the war. He has no more choice in what he becomes than his father had in whether or not he went to Arrakis.

The only people who ever had a choice were the Emperor and Gaius Helen Mohiam. They made their choice, to exterminate House Atreides, and thereby they took everyone's choices away, including their own. Once they sent House Atreides to Arrakis, the entire plot was inevitable.

[nerdpoe]

Johnny and Kitty get bored. This is bad.

They find Phantom's summoning sigil and decide to fuck with him.

They sneak into the human world, find some back alley tattoo shops, and sell it as a "super cool" design.

They did not expect for it to blow the fuck up in popularity.

They did not know that a human wearing the sigil of an Infinite Realms Being meant that they were soulbound to that Being. That it made them technically priests of that particular Being. That it means being entitled to that Being's protection.

Whenever a bearer of that Sigil is in danger, Phantom is automatically summoned.

Unfortunately, there's a certain hero who just lost a bet, and decided to get that newer popular tattoo.

[arthursfuckinghat]

The tragedy that is Arthur Morgan is something that keeps me up at night.

That man lived day to day thinking life was just a tally chart of his sins and that he was forever damned, to the point where he was silently suicidal.

He lived and died thinking that no matter what good he did, it would never make up for his existence - in the type of life he didn't get to choose.

And what's worse is that he still tried. He tried and gave absolutely everything to the people he cared about, to the people he loved, and he watched all of it crumble before him.

He was a dog that was tricked into thinking it was a wolf, a stag who was taught to be a moose, that died to unwavering loyalty.

[the-modern-typewriter]

The sands devoured the landscape in every direction, a gaping yawn of yellows and reds. The protagonist's throat scorched dry. The last drops of their water bottle had been drained two hours ago.

They staggered another step forward on the dunes, squeezing their eyes shut against the breeze that somehow did nothing to alleviate the heat. They raised a hand to shield their face.

When they opened their eyes again, the antagonist stood in front of them. They looked as cool as ever, untouched by blistering day or the surprisingly freezing night.

"How is your great escape going?" the antagonist asked. They flicked their fingers, magic summoning a sweet pool of water into the inviting cup of their palm. "Are you ready to come home yet, darling?"

Option A: The protagonist shoved past the mirage, for it had to be a mirage, in silence. "I'm not your darling," they snapped, all the same. And they knew they could never go home again.

Option B: The protagonist's gaze dropped, despite their best efforts, to the tantalizing promise of water. It was all they could do not to drop to their knees there and then. The antagonist's smile shimmered across their face, glinting in their eyes. You can have it," the antagonist said. "If you ask nicely."

Option C: The protagonist's hands shot up, drawing up a protective ward. Their heart hammered. It was impossible that the antagonist was standing there, wasn't it? The citadel was barely in sight anymore. "Oh," the antagonist clicked their tongue. "That badly, huh? Poor thing."

Option D: "How are your desperate attempts to find me going?" the protagonist returned. "Ain't nothing but sand to see." "If you come back now, I won't be angry." The protagonist snorted. "I've got my own anger to contend with, after what you did. What do I care about yours?"

Option E: "Do you really think?" The antagonist stepped closer, holding their watery hand up to the protagonist's lips. "That distance alone would be enough to shatter the connection between us? This is silly. You know I don't like to see you suffer." The protagonist let the antagonist feed them a drop of water. A moment of weakness, perhaps. Or maybe just the familiarity of them, of the bond rattling in their chest. The thirst and the hunger. "Then close your eyes, love," they replied. "Look away and you won't have to."