#and the war rages on lol

[kit-just-kit]

“Strip” -Alex :)

Strip meme!

As odd as it seemed, it was the first time she'd been present at an actually active crime scene. Usually, her analysis and investigations were performed solely by photo's - hundreds, sometimes thousands of them, of the minutest details that could, if you were lucky, let you temporarily overlook the visceral horror of the total tableau.

But here, in this oddly compelling setting, you didn't stand a change of forgetting anything. It slapped you around the face, dragged you kicking into it's gore and then spat you out along with your own disgust afterwards. And although her head was spinning and her stomach roiled more than it did the first time she'd rode the Corkscrew at Alton Towers when she was twelve, Kit would not give Detective Rollins the satisfaction of seeing her nauseated.

So she concentrated very hard as she walked away, counting her steps and breathing deeply, calmly, trying to focus on anything but the smell of blood. In fact, she did such a good job that she completely forgot to remove the PPE coverall she'd been obligated to put on prior to entering the room, prompting Rollins to come chasing after her, a smug and self-satisfied grin on his face as he'd taken hold of her arm, turned her and issued the one word command.

"Strip!".

Through muttereed grumbles, she did, leaving her in the slacks, t-shirt and blazer she'd worn that day while the blue, anti-contamination suit was crumpled up and all but thrown at him.

"There, Can I go now?".

[risibledeer]

happy christmas or merry holidays <3

i threw symbolism on this thing like glitter on a school diorama.

[katerinaaqu]

I love it how everyone is so hyping over how sweet and romantic Achilles is or even his anger issues and rage but...can we all like talk more on how obsessed that kid was with human sacrifice?

I mean...he sacrifices 12 Trojans to the funeral pyre of Patroclus (and two of his dogs) and then demands Polyxena as his human sacrifice...

I feel no one remembers these 12 Trojans! Poor guys!

Patroclus from the afterlife be like: Dude...no!

[skywalkr-nberrie]

Hayden saying the Ob*dala affair theory is outlandish 🤣 Mr. Star Wars, Anakin Skywalker himself calling out the delulus in the fandom is tea ☕️ ✨

Now that makes both him and Ewan McGregor as well to put the Ob*dalas on blast.

[weepingtalecowboy]

The one who remembers

Fanfic prompt: Nobody knows what exactly the fierce deity mask even is

Be it Link or another entity

But why would an entity wear link's face

Doesn’t it have its own face

What makes it any different from the other masks

After all it gets obtained by traveling through time

Who says it isn’t a version of link that remembers

It takes a while after all to find out what link has to do to beat the game

Resets

Deaths

Link wouldn’t have figured out how to save the world all at once

It’s the premise of the very game

But someone remembered the missions

Someone figured out the paths and quests

Someone figured out

Someone who remembers everything

But how would it be link if he didn’t know how to stop the moon

It takes several tries

But what happens if link dies

The moon would fall anyway

Would link forget

Would it be a new version

One that hasn’t suffered yet

But something remembered regardless

Something always remembers the deaths

The failures

The agony

The pain of dying over and over again and again

Wouldn't it make everyone go mad

Wouldn’t it make them vengeful

Wouldn’t it make them Fierce

The hero might die and start anew but the mask will remember all he forgets

It IS after all similar to link

It doesn’t have its own face

Because it shares his face

As link travels and collects

The mask collects as well

Every loop

Every memory

But when does it no longer manage to endure the failure and suffering

When does a god go mad

After twenty repeated failures

After 100

How long has link even been on his mission

Was it decades

Centuries

One failure and he will forget

But something will remember

Something will hatefully remember

Something will remember every pattern majora’s mask has

And destroy it

But even when it is over

It won’t forget

When link traveled to a War in a different era

One at war with a time guardian

One mistake

Yet mask remembers the hero's fate

The war’s consequences

When someone thought he fixed it nobody will know

It regretfully remembered its brothers' death

It’s own demise over and over once again

Cia's success

And it was enraged

As it spitefully remembered

When Link didn't

When they deemed it dangerous

Mask remembered

When they wouldn’t let it return to its own body

The fierce deity remembered

And it wouldn’t forgive

It would spitefully remember

The anger

The fear

The agony of being left alone without a body

With just thoughts as the unaware Link remained in control

It drove it mad

Because it remembered

When decades passed once again it had only its anger to remain with it

And the other’s repeating failure to think about

Yet the boy used it again

He always did

He gave it its body back

And it would fix the things he couldn’t

Because it remembered everything he didn’t

It would do whatever it wants

Take down whoever it needs

For it knows what happens if it didn’t

The deity won a war and made sure to take back it’s face

The boy and the mask share it afterall

Yet it was deemed a danger

It remembered the rejection

Decades pass and the child grows older

He rejected it

He ignored it

It remembered every single word

Another adventure

Nine heroes

And more importantly

More failure

More memories

More death

Yet the hero refused to share his face anymore

He will one day

The deity knows

He always will

He always shared it by the end

It will have its face back

[skyloftian-nutcase]

This prompt is your free ticket to write GanonDad stuff! I'll take anything as long as Ganon's being a good dad :3

Ganondorf had never seen the sea.

Some called the desert a sea, or said that it used to be one. All Ganondorf could see in the desert was death.

He'd heard tales of it when he visited Castle Town. People described it as endless, in varying shades of blue that could swallow one whole. It had sounded fantastical and exaggerated, powerful and enticing and so foreign he could hardly put a picture to it. It hadn't mattered all that much back then, once he'd realized the sea didn't have water that was actually drinkable - what use was it to him, then?

He'd learned of its depths when he met Nabooru. There was a teenager who went by that name in his barren wasteland, spunky and capable but defiant. But when he was brought to this new land through Din's blessing, he'd met someone of the same name who was far different. She was the Gerudo's chief.

She was more than just a chief, though, she was a queen. She didn't just lead a small group of thieves picking at scraps in the desert, she ruled over an entire civilization.

Ganondorf had challenged her, of course. He was the rightful ruler of the Gerudo, after all.

He'd lost.

Despite his anger, despite his attempt to overthrow her, Nabooru spared him, letting him stay in the outskirts of her capital city, Lagema.

Ganondorf felt frustration and jealousy boil his blood. He'd had the power of a goddess at the point of being executed by the sages, yet when he needed it now, Din stole it away from him. Instead, he was left to suffer the indignity of seeing a Gerudo prospering under someone else's rule.

It was almost as if Din did this just to show him he couldn't succeed. And he would not let that stand.

But the longer he lingered here, the more he saw of these people, the more he saw her...

The woman was bathed in power. She wore it like the fine silk head scarf she sometimes showcased for celebrations. Red, dripping in precious gems, jingling with every step from decorative jewelry all over her arms, her belly and hips, her ears, her wrists, and her ankles, strong in stance, muscles sculpted by the goddess Farore herself...

And her eyes. Bluer than the sky, infinite in their depths, drawing him in every time he looked at them, daring him to try her, calm and quiet and dangerous. They held the vastness and power that people spoke of in relation to the ocean, all encapsulated in such beauty.

He’d finally seen the sea. And it was breathtaking.

Ganondorf had never felt this way before. He didn't know what it was. He just wanted to get closer to her again. To fight her, to prove himself, to win.

It was maddening. It was invigorating.

It was far worse when those oceans actually looked at him, when they focused on him. He could hardly articulate himself sometimes when they started to speak, and he despised that. He stepped up more, became bolder, and as time passed, this woman became more than just a challenge; she became an adventure, and, eventually, a partner.

When their children had been born, he'd never suspected he'd find her ocean eyes in their little boy.

It was fascinating, beautiful to watch how their children reflected them. Hemisi bore her mother's facial structure paired her father's amber eyes and leaf shaped ears. Merovar was the spitting image of his father, but with his mother's eyes, captivating in their blue. They didn't reflect the silent power that his mother bore, though - they were ravenous, hunting for whatever his ambitious heart could reach, just like his father. Despite this, though, Hemisi was the one with true fire, rambunctious and temperamental and the superior warrior.

His twins were his world. He’d never been so utterly overrun by so many emotions, so dedicated to others. He’d build and destroy kingdoms for them.

Many moons after their birth, Ganondorf found his son on the balcony of their palace, staring out at the night sky. The streets of Lagema were still vaguely splashed with color from the festival, though the harsh winds and sands were slowly washing it away, bringing a drab tan back to the world as they prepared for the moment of truth.

The world was silent in anticipation. Hemisi was fast asleep, having let her father carry her to bed after he'd told her and Orik a story. Nabooru was gathering forces in the other settlements. Orik was resting, blissfully unaware of what was to come.

Merovar glanced at Ganondorf with his ocean eyes, blue coloring near black in the darkness, face uncharacteristically worried.

"What is it?" the Gerudo king asked quietly.

Merovar sighed, looking away. "The assault. It's going to change everything."

"For the better," Ganondorf pointed out. "Don't tell me you're having reservations like Hemisi."

Hemisi had argued time and again that they didn't need the Triforce, that an ancient sacred relic didn't matter because they had what they needed. Nabooru looked at it more as a potential threat if relations between the Gerudo and Hyrule broke down.

Ganondorf saw an opportunity. He'd desired this power most of his life. Once he'd learned of its existence here, he'd renewed his search for it. Merovar had seemed on board.

"I... don't know," his son finally said, looking at his hands resting on the balcony railing. "Such power is... I want it. But we're going to start a war."

"Not necessarily," Ganondorf assured him with a rumble of satisfied amusement in his chest. "They won't stand a chance against us once we have it. It'll be a skirmish at best."

"And then?" Merovar asked, glancing back at him for guidance. "Will we really rule over it all?"

Ganondorf rested his hand on his boy's shoulder. "Yes, we will. All of Hyrule will be ours."

Finally. The winds of Hyrule would belong to him and his family.

His children. He'd share this prosperity with them. He'd protect them with it. His entire life, Ganondorf had been looked to for safety and guidance - it had been an expectation a s a burden. But now, he finally felt... happy to give it.

He moved his hand to sweep up and down his son's back briefly, a promise of love and a reassurance. Merovar relaxed under the touch, smiling a little, excitement glittering in his blue eyes like stars in the night sky.

But it hadn't gone that way. The Triforce had fractured, the world had gone awry, and war had broken out.

And one by one, his family had fallen apart.

Nabooru had turned against him. They'd fought, and she'd died. Ganondorf repeated over and over that she had started it, that she had attacked him. His hands didn't tremble as much anymore thinking about it. Instead, all he felt was rage.

The rage grew when Merovar fell in battle. When Hemisi was captured and subsequently betrayed him. His grief was inconsolable, dying heart replaced with a furnace of pure hatred. He didn't even see the fear in his little girl's eyes anymore when he fought her, Link, and the queen that final day.

Yet time and torture had a way of cooling such hatred. Solitude brought contemplation. But resentment, fear, hurt remained.

And on a battlefield millennia later, Ganondorf froze at the sight of blue cutting through a sea of armor.

A blue scarf. Just like Link. A fierce cry of rage. Just like Hemisi.

And those ocean eyes. Just like Merovar, like Nabooru.

That day, Ganondorf saw the sea once more.

[vaguely-concerned]

I don't know what I love more, the fact that as rook you can make a statement in NO uncertain terms that you are NOT responsible one way or the other for the theological implications of the shit you're discovering in the 'regrets of the dread wolf' memories. not my jurisdiction. quite simply none of my business. not my chantry circus not my chantry monkeys. irrelevant to the matter at hand here we'll kill that god if we get to him he can get in line. or if the best thing about it is seeing the lone little 'lucanis approves' that pops up right after choosing it. corvid with a knife about to commit deicide keeping it real and sensibly, pragmatically, wilfully agnostic with me here in this magical lighthouse today

[fantasticalleigh]

Drawing while waiting for the event to start!

Sneak peek

(He’s crushing a tv remote in his hand)

[roosterbox]

Look at these fucking blog names that have followed me over the past week or so:

Inflated-peasantry

Sticking-amulet

Hardenedblo

Regimentalequinox

Favored-imbecili

Strugglingemanat

Meaningfulstakeout

Linguistic-standing6

Intestinal-foo

Possessive-gulch

Silver-hairedbr

Faint-lane46

Chosen-dial

Upward-bettor89

Avenging-outcome5

Territorialhunker

In-depthsanct

Politicalprocedure

Tangledber

Stripped-expropria

Nineteen-century-vis

Sleazy-refrigerator

Methodological-buck

All blank. Every single one. Some of these are so fucking good it makes me mad, lol.

Please let ‘sleazy refrigerator’ be picked up by an actual person.

[nathanialhowe]

have no patience or respect for ppl who expect--require--colonized peoples to have patience/respect/manners in the face of their own ethnic cleansing.

palestinians dont have to be kind to or about israelis or jews or anyone at all no offence; they could be saying "i hate all jews" 24/7 (and they're NOT, by the way) and they still wouldn't Deserve to be ethnically cleansed. and i despise the people suggesting that's the case. like people who are facing literal extermination need to be model minorities or people won't deign to help them not be ethnically cleansed. sickening that thats so many peoples priority. how nice someone is in the face of extermination.

[bluestonewings]

Just thinking about GOW again and little Atreus becoming a massive dickhead once he finds out he’s a god and honestly I am such a huge fan of it!!

Like Atreus being a jerk is such good writing. Kratos is willing to admit his godhood but does not admit the flaws and sins that come with it (to himself nor Atreus) so of course Atreus doesn’t grasp the implications. He’s only told about the godhood and glory and myths so while kratos (and Mimir, bless him) try to warn him about the dangers and responsibilities it always rings hollow because kratos himself doesn’t admit to his own errors. Atreus doesn’t recognize his rage as a risk and doesn’t recognize the responsibility he holds and doesn’t see the danger he poses because kratos isn’t willing to be truthful about the same to him or to himself ABOUT himself.

Atreus’s growth is not just spurred by his own actions but also paralleled by kratos coming to terms with his own past!! Once his father shows the weaknesses behind godhood to him, Atreus also recognizes that he has committed atrocities against the people around him as a result!! “We must be better” finally impacts him as he recognizes WHAT they both must be better than as kratos speaks truly and Atreus listens completely !!!!! It’s about the father coming to terms with himself and the son learning from the truth from his father!!!!!

[vaguely-concerned]

"not bad, rook! ...for a watcher😏" yeah okay davrin lmao

[motherofcats666]

Of all the stupid times for the fugitive to run up and give me a weapon, he picked one of the worst possible ones this time: at Korvanjund right as Hadvar was about to talk to me. WE WERE ABOUT TO HAVE A MOMENT, GOD FUCKING DAMMIT I'M SO MAD.

[lgbtqiacab]

It's my 10 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳 16.06.2013

[musclesandhammering]

I don’t know how I’ve been meta-ing about the Odinson family for years and never picked up on this, but wow.

You know this fits with my very specific headcanon about their childhoods though.

I think from the time they were born, Odin was super paranoid about Thor- his offspring, his actual biological heir- turning out like Hela, and sort of just saw Loki as this extra kid he picked up at the seven eleven on the way home one day so he wasn’t too worried about him. And so he hyper focused on Thor when they were children- trying so hard to groom him into this honourable asgardian patriot instead of a murderous conquerer- and pretty much just ignored Loki altogether.

But then, when the two of them entered their teens, Thor was arrogant and enjoyed fighting too much, but was otherwise exactly what Odin wanted him to be. But at the same time, Odin suddenly realised how powerful Loki was growing up to be and how underhanded he was and how much rage he was hiding and mentally went “Oh fucking shit.. I worried about the wrong one.” And because Loki was already so old, he figured it was too late to try to shape him into something better, so instead he crucified Loki for every mistake he made, was constantly suspicious of him at every turn, made it clear that he didn’t trust him and thought he was going to turn out to be a villain… and for years Loki had to exist knowing his father saw him as an enemy. And he tried to prove him wrong, but Odin is a stubborn jackass so it never worked. And so the rest of the story goes..

I just love the concept of Odin’s own paranoia being the thing that lead to everyone’s downfall.

so is nobody gonna talk about how Mjolnir used to be Hela’s?!! i can’t believe i didn’t even notice this during the mural scene until my second viewing. like, she didn’t catch the hammer because she is more powerful than Thor (being Odin’s firstborn and all), she caught it because it was her hammer.

i need to go back and watch the first Thor film bc i think Odin said something along the lines of “the hammer is a tool to build and not just a weapon to destroy”, which is why he FLIPPED OUT when Thor went on that little destruction bender against the Frost Giants and HOLY MOLY Thor and Odin’s headbutting matches in the first film mean so much more now than just father and son disagreements about leading Asgard!!!

and then there’s Heimdall’s line during Thor’s vision in Age Of Ultron “You’re a destroyer, Odinson. See where your power leads.“ Destroyer = a family trait.

Meanwhile, we’re all over here worried about Loki doing evil things, but it was never about Loki.

Odin wasn’t concerned about Thor being too immature to lead, he was terrified Thor was headed down the same path of destruction and conquest as his first child, so he banished Thor to Midgard and placed a child-security-lock on the hammer to prevent a potential Hela 2.0 and i need to lay down now 0__0

Odin is still a shit parent for not coming clean about all of this. being straightforward and honest coulda saved a lot of hassle…fuckin odin >:C