#apple stays awake all night retracing their steps

[cometblaster2070]

i was watching the my little pony episode where they parody murder on the orient express (MMMystery On the Friendship Express hooray) and in it they also parody sherlock holmes and watson using pinkie pie and twilight and it was honestly such a funny episode.

and then it got me thinking that yk what ever after high also deserved a silly little mystery solving episode/special whatever and they should've played it with the same watson and holmes dynamic using either maddie and raven or maddie and apple because I'm not sure which one would be funnier.

and it would be even better if throughout the entire investigation, it seems like maddie's talking complete nonsense and asking irrelevant questions and generally having no idea about what she's doing BUT at the end she pulls a scooby doo and casually solves the mystery and further elaborates on the seemingly inconsequential trail of ridiculous clues she's found that helped her solve the case.

bonus points if the clues are actually completely irrelevant to the actual crime or mystery but either by sheer coincidence or maddie's innate eldritch powers they somehow manage to line up perfectly with the case and become the perfect trail of breadcrumbs to find the culprit.

i think it's also funny if there were a running gag of the narrators trying their absolute hardest to not give any hints to maddie or to not slip up and accidentally spoil the mystery, and at the end after the big reveal, they're just as horrified and shocked as everyone else after maddie reveals her logic behind how she solved the mystery because that is definitely NOT what they expected would happen.

[wolveria]

Crucible - Ch 2

Pairing: Link x Reader

Prompt: For the Bittersweet Mini Bang!

Series Warnings (18+ only): Eventual smut, slow burn, violence, mild body horror, lots of whump, angst with a happy ending

Chapter Summary: Tarrey Town's always full of surprises, but nothing could prepare Link for this one.

AO3

It had started with darkness swirling around the castle, his companions reacting with either fear or determination.

It ended with darkness taking the form of a giant boar, his friends dead, or worse, trapped within the beast itself.

With the Calamity defeated and the darkness banished, the kingdom freed from evil and the princess restored to herself, Link should have been happy. He’d fulfilled his destiny. His purpose. There was nothing left for him to do.

And that was the problem. There was no duty to distract him from the knowledge he’d been a little too weak and a little too late. So many lives lost and a hundred years of monsters roaming the land to butcher and slaughter even more innocents.

All because of Link. How could anyone call him the Hero after that? Yet, they did, and in droves. They celebrated his victory and the return of the princess.

It felt so hollow at times, the appreciation of the people misplaced, that he began to long for the elder Zora who had despised him. That bitter anger had been honest, genuine, and entirely justified. They were kinder to him after he calmed Vah Ruta, and that was the beginning of the end in many ways.

Five long years had passed, in which Link did all he could to aid the princess in rebuilding the kingdom. At least, for the first four years. The last year, all he did was wander Hyrule, revisiting the places he’d been and retracing his path faithfully from start to finish. He was horrified to learn others did the same, an homage of his journey. A dark pilgrimage they mimicked but couldn’t understand.

They stayed in camps and stables. They didn’t huddle for warmth, bellies empty as they tried to survive on nothing but acorns.

They didn’t cower in the darkness as monsters howled nearby. Link had scoured the land of their kind within the first year.

And they didn’t flee from the Stalkers, spotted so far away he could barely see their roving eye. The Guardians had collapsed along with their dark master, and Zelda’s team of scientists were rebuilding them.

Link wanted no part of that. He was purposeless, and so he wandered.

Zelda was worried for him, he knew, especially since their disastrous expedition several weeks earlier. Link didn’t talk about that. Didn’t want to relive the nightmare of that tomb, especially when actual nightmares plagued him every time he laid down to sleep.

So when she suggested he scout the way before the royal procession celebrating the fifth year anniversary of the defeat of the Calamity, Link knew it was busy work. He also didn’t say no.

Which brought him here. Link shaded his face with one hand, lamenting the scorching midday sun. Tarrey Town bustled around him, now a large city where before he’d help build it when it was nothing but dirt. He could hardly believe how much had changed in just five years’ time.

He moved through the crowds, watching as vendors and patrons haggled over prices, dodging to avoid the carts of fruits and vegetables as they sped by. Denizens from all over Hyrule made their home here, and it was one of Link’s favorite things about this place. Gorons stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Gerudo. Rito and Zora, who would normally never interact, were often found doing business together, haggling over their wares or exchanging gossip.

And of course, there were many Hylians. Link blended in amongst them well, unrecognizable to the average townsfolk. He’d grown taller, a late growth-spurt that had hit him just before adulthood. His hair was longer and let down during his travels, and his Champion’s uniform was gone, replaced by a dark Hylian tunic. Even the Master Sword’s scabbard and hilt were wrapped in black cloth so as not to be identified by its extremely recognizable design.

He looked very little like the boy who saved the world, and that was the point.

Link was already tiring—the nightmare hadn’t let him rest long, but then again, he never slept well—so he found a spot to sit by one of the market fountains. Zora children played in the sparkling water, splashing each other and laughing, and he watched them with a faint smile.

The smile turned into a grimace as he rubbed his right forearm. The ever-present ache was strong today, and he stared at the specialized glove he wore. Purah said it would help with the pain, but it didn’t. Link didn’t blame her. No one understood what had happened to him, least of all him, and he’d been there.

Link tried not to let the pain show. The times he had, Zelda would look so heartbroken, and he hated worrying her after everything that had happened to them both—

A splash of cold water hit him in the back. When he looked over his shoulder, the Zora children shrieked with laughter before apologizing and running away. Link’s smile returned. Despite his rough night, he was glad the goddesses hadn’t listened to his prayers. Prayers in which he’d begged the goddesses to end his cursed existence, and do it in a way that would hurt Zelda the least.

It had been a shameful thought, but some part of him wondered how long until he was granted his morbid wish—

Pain shot up his arm, and Link clenched his teeth as he clutched at the offending limb. Another jolt of pain sizzled up his nerves, and it took everything he had not to scream in agony.

He stumbled to his feet, unable to see through the crowds, his vision fuzzy and too bright. Hylia, it was bad this time, and panic rose in his chest. He half-reached for the Sheikah Slate on his hip before he remembered he’d given it to Zelda years ago, and then a third spasm ripped through his arm.

Link closed his eyes when the world spun around him. Perhaps he was getting his wish, after all.

“Stop! Thief!”

It was the only warning Link received before something shoved him hard and he was knocked off his feet. Landing on his back, the air whooshed out of him as his eyes flew open.

The person who had run him down was also in a jumbled pile on the cobblestone, their tattered cloak open and spilling several apples from within.

Link stared at the face within the hood, eyes narrowed and then widening in disbelief. His heart hammered in confused fear, but his limbs remained frozen.

The would-be thief stared back, eyes also wide, before a second shout of thief! was given from somewhere in the crowd.

That got the other Hylian up and moving, sparing a hostile look at Link before taking off at a sprint.

Link was still flat on his ass, mind reeling as he tried to understand the impossible.

The other Hylian… had his face.

“What are you doing!” someone yelled in his direction. Sure enough, an out-of-breath Hylian merchant appeared, identified by the rich clothing he wore and the indignant fury in his eyes. “You’re letting the thief escape!”

Link would have continued to stare dumbly at the merchant, but the truth of those words smacked him square between the eyes. He couldn’t let the strange Hylian get away.

But try as he might, searching through the crowds and using his rusty skills as a tracker to find which way they went, Link lost their trail with embarrassing quickness. He might have been met with failure, but for the first time in as long as he could remember, Link was wide awake. A new determination filled him, a self-appointed quest forming in his mind.

He was so focused on deciding his next steps that Link didn’t notice the pain in his arm had entirely vanished.

Next Chapter

[asterrats]

http://heir-to-the-diamond-throne.tumblr.com/post/152627197946/30-more-character-questions I want to talk about zo!!!! + some misc lore ideas.. bc they crop up

Can they sleep with a leg/arm dangling off the side of the bed?

no, he becomes a duvet burrito

What’s their favourite weird food combo?

he’s had a craving for raw meat since reviving but hasn’t acted on it, (lore wise? maybe some revivals get that bc they just crave the freshest dead food, rich in soulness)

When they sneeze do they cover their mouth, hold their nose, or do nothing?

last time he sneezed, he instinctively used his death hand and splattered a load of it across the fancy room he was in.... so he just doesn't use a hand at all anymore. he’ll turn away from someone or food tho

What was their favourite nursery rhyme when they were a kid?

???? I don't have much.... in world stuff for this, probs something abt magic keeping the kingdom safe blah blah

What’s the longest they’ve ever stayed awake?

i’d say revivals can still be fully functional w/o a few days sleep, things would start to drop off after that. most still sleep regular sleep patterns, bc of habit, and theres no point being up a night if your current job is to deal/talk to ppl.

zo probs has never pushed it that far bc hes a sleepy bitch

Do they have that one muscle that always cramps?

he gets cramps around his old stomach wound, if he pulls it too much

Would they prefer to be telekinetic or telepathic?

telekinetic, bc thatd help w/ nearly anything and everything. assist w/ his lack of arm, throw things at ppl.... tho sometimes he’d like to tell skele to not be a dumbass w/o having to open his mouth

Do they use someone to warm their hands/feet in the winter?

no!! don't touch

Do they walk normally down the street or kick every leaf pile they can find?

leaf piles r not a distraction for him

How do they cry?

rarely, but messily

Do they whistle?

hes gonna have the tragic backstory of being told to stop the second he tried to whistle and he never did it again

How do they sleep?

he can sleep practically on command

What do they find creepier - the basement or the attic?

basement.... at least you could try to break out an attic. basement probably equates more to castle dungeon/jail cell, which he is def more scared of

If they had wings what colour would they be?

black bc edgy and matches the death magic

Any scars?

he’s got a stomach wound, right eye socket and a wound near his left collar bone festering with death magic. not exactly scars, but not exactly flesh either.

If they were any kind of mythical creature what would they be and why?

strong.... ? werewolf :(

What is their biggest fear?

dying again? it wasn't fun

What would they die for?

not a whole lot rn, he’s in revenge mode and needs to be alive for that. but there is a cute guy about he wouldnt want getting hurt ;0

Are they a fan of the warmth or the cold?

WARMTH. the cold just gets inside him too much, 

If they had one wish what would it be?

get his arm and eye back, but nothing could magically prompt them growing back bc he died w/o them :/

What’s their favourite way of being kissed? (if they like being kissed)

brief little kisses..... ;3;

Favourite colour?

blue ? 

Do they stim at all?

he does enjoy the sensation of his death magic liquifying,

Have they ever woken up screaming?

I wanna say yes, for angst. he probs gets bad sleep paralysis due to how he died... getting death dreams. you feel like ur trapped in your body where u died

What’s their favourite meal?

a meat pie..... his mothers cooking,

If they were given the chance would they change any physical aspect of themselves? (Hair/tattoos/gender etc)

not really... maybe wishes he could grow a proper beard

Do they have any coping mechanisms?

...he doesn't cope. he didn't cope in life either really, just drank n stuff. im sure he gets to punch enough things to tackle the anger now

Can they cook?

very basic stuff, soups mostly. he’d like to learn to bake, but I doubt he can go ask his mum for help now.... 

Are they a fan of sleeping in the nude?

no, he gets cold and if he has to wake up quick, that's the worsssssst

What is the one thing that will immediately piss them off?

not a lot actually..... all his angry energy only flares up for revenge !!!

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http://heir-to-the-diamond-throne.tumblr.com/post/151524305436/30-character-questions p2.....

When they tap their fingers do they use the pads of their fingers or their nails?

oooo, idk? nails ? click click

What textures can they absolutely not stand?

itchy fabrics ? maybe his old uniform never sat right w/ him

How long can they go without showering before they feel gross?

hed probably try to swim in a river every morning if he has the chance

Do they leave clothes on the floor or a chair?

yes

Do they sleep with the bedroom door open or closed?

most places he stays aren't his permanent home, so closed

Which do they prefer: 3am or 3pm?

3pm

If they suddenly woke up with animal ears and tails what animal would they be?

:3c

If they could only eat one thing for 20 days straight what would it be?

soup!

Are they the type to re-read a book?

he likes reading so probs,

Would they want to know the exact date and time of their death?

YH PLEASE, so he could find out what happened and who to get revenge on

What’s their favourite mythological creature?

not a lot exist in universe...

If they had to listen to one song on repeat 100+ times what would it be?

now thats what i call gregorian chants 69

Do they believe in an afterlife? 

hes living the afterlife rn

When they get tired do their eyelids twitch? 

yh?

What are their favourite textures?

soft,

Do they crack their joints? 

yh def, you get all stiff w/ that death goop in ya

Would they eat/drink something too hot or wait for it to cool? 

hed wait, hes not dumb :////

Are they the type to adopt strays? (Animals or people)

no... 

Do they get work done straight away or wait until the last moment?

he’d keep to his work rota pretty strictly. but on bigger projects, he’d procrastinate

How do they bathe/shower? Long or short? Hot or cold?

if he gets in a warm bath hes not leaving in a hurry

Are they the type to daydream?

he’s had recent flits and revelations of thinking thru his memories and flashbacks, but his idle mind doesn't drift that much

Do they work best in a messy space or a neat space?

he doesn't do a lot of indoor work.. if he could keep his own books in his bunk, it’d be a right mess

Do they keep any personal photos? 

photos don't exist and I doubt his family was ever rich enough for portrait artists

Do they indulge in anything?

sleeping in, being warm and comfy,

Would they do the exact opposite of what someone says just to spite them? 

to a degree,,,, he isn't gonna endanger himself or anything

If they’re alone and hear a noise would they go and investigate?

yh, he knows he can be the scary one to whoever/whatever he encounters

If they’re lost what is the first thing they would do?

retrace his steps, ask for help, sleep

What is that one dream that makes no sense but is absolutely terrifying?

one time he had a dream he owed a cooworker an apple, thru the rest of the dream it haunted him and twisted it w/ fear for some reason

What is the stupidest thing they’ve ever done just because someone said they couldn’t?

slept w/ someone? >:)

Are they stoic or melodramatic about being injured?

stoic? he’ll patch up w/ his death magic and move on until he can get some proper medical attention