#era of legends tips

[battingonjakku]

[astonmartinii]

undercover verstappen | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x fem verstappen!reader

get you a girlfriend who will threaten mutiny to get you a seat at a competent team

based on this request: HI BABES I HOPE YOU ARE WELL! I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM! So basically I have an idea for a (possible?) Smau series, so basically it's Charles leclerc × verstappen!reader, she is a reserve driver for redbull but is also maxs race engineer (idk if you call it that? The person that talks to them that one) so she's very involved with the team and f1 in general. The public doesn't know that her and Charles are dating, and they don't even think it as Charles and max "hate" eachother (they are both doing this to protect readers and Charles relationship, they are actually besties) and basically, reader has enough if ferraris tractor, so she's like 'I will get you too redbull' and then checo retires at the end of the 2023 season, and instead of taking the job when she was offered it, she asks if Charles could have it (obviously not publicised) and Christian is like "Yes very good idea" so he asks Charles who is uncertain at first but is then OK with the idea (he is worried about becoming a second driver to max but there is lots of reassuring that he won't be nd so he accepts) and then he goes on to win 2024 wdc (and wcc but irrelevant) and he's sad that he couldn't do it with ferrari omg that's long sorry babes - @lillians-world-is-f1

MASTERLIST | TIPS

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redbullracing: checo has informed the team that he will be retiring from the sport at the end of the 2023 season. we thank checo for his service and all the good times, he will forever be a legend of this sport. VAMOS CHECO 👏

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user1: EXCUSE ME?

user2: they really thought they could drop this on a monday and we'd all be chill

maxverstappen1: i've heard tequila tastes even better when you're retired, congrats mate - we'll miss you

user3: wait does this mean it'll be double verstappen on the grid now?

user4: there's more than one of them?

user5: max's sister is the girl you'll hear on his radio and she's technically the reserve driver as well. so she might step up to the second seat now checo has retired

user6: idk about you but that spells trouble to me

yourusername: congrats checo! will miss you, carola and all the little ones x

schecoperez: you won't be able to get rid of them that easily, i'll be cashing in on some well earned babysitting hours

yourusername: can't wait !!!

user7: what i'm hearing is that there's a chance for a daniel return to red bull?

user8: double verstappen or maxiel i don't want to choose they're both my children

user9: i'm making an outside shout for a charles leclerc red bull era

user10: i am seeing the lestappen vision

user11: my personal headcanon is that both verstappens and charles are all besties and have always been besties

christianhorner: thank you for your service checo, first drink on me 👍

user12: i know christian is sweating having to make a choice between child no 2 y/n and child no 3 daniel

user13: idk i think daniel might have the edge

user14: if geri or max have anything to do with it we might have a team so dutch that the car will be orange next season

user15: christian punching the walls cause lando extended his mclaren contract literally last week 😭

EXCERPT OF RECORDING OF THE RED BULL GARAGE, ABU DHABI

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yourusername: verstappens take the city

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user18: i just know they are simultaneously the best people to party with but also the people you probably don’t want at a house party

yourusername: i’ll have you know i once plunged a toilet at a house party and disposed of a “sick sandwich” i am a DELIGHT

user19: and max?

yourusername: no comment

maxverstappen1: as if ! i don’t care if we’re blood im suing you for slander

yourusername: i watched you volley a vase at AD21

maxverstappen1: i paid for it !!! and you said it was a sick shot anyway FAKE

yourusername: you can say that cause personally i was not at fault of any of my actions that night x

user20: PLEASE MA'AM AT LEAST ONE SEASON OF DOUBLE TROUBLE PLEASE

user21: idk if i could deal with seeing jos verstappen every weekend tho...

user22: obsessed with how neither verstappen follow charles but here he be in her notifications again

user23: someone add it to the interaction spreadsheet i am CONVINCED it will one day lead to more

landonorris: lando norris erasure once again

user24: DID YOU WRITE THAT NOTE???

landonorris: hell no i'd rather peel my skin off than call the three raccoons disguised as a woman pretty

yourusername: good gosh we would've got the point without all of that

maxverstappen1: yeah lando only i'm allowed to call y/n the raccoons in a trench coat. know your place.

user25: so you do wanna tell us who wrote the note then?

yourusername: nope ;p

user26: only y/n and max have been spotted out so maybe it's just brotherly love

user27: LOL? MAX? BROTHERLY LOVE?

danielricciardo: invite seemed to get lost in the mail again

yourusername: either get a room or get out of my comment section

maxverstappen1: ???

user28: no maxiel red bull again. i don't think y/n's blood pressure can take it

f1

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f1: ready to see them as teammates? charles leclerc has signed a deal with red bull to keep him at the team until 2028.

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user29: excuse me *clears throat* WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

redbullracing: welcome charles!!! no inchidents please

charles_leclerc: will we ever hear the end of that joke?

redbullracing: we know what the girlies want charles

maxverstappen1: you get used to it after a while. no ice bath thirst traps here though

charles_leclerc: phew 😥

user30: this little hoe pretending he didn't love it

user31: wait ??? does this mean what i think it could mean? GIRLFRIEND?

user32: i can't take leaving ferrari and a girlfriend in one day sorry

yourusername: welcome to the team charles :)

user33: don't think we forgot about the recording babe... IS THIS WHO YOU RECOMMENED?

danielricciardo: it better not be because if you recommended your lil boyfriend over sexy ol' me i'm gonna be real mad 😭

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user34: WE SAW THAT WHAT THE FUCK

maxverstappen1: daniel you are so fucking dumb

yourusername: MAX? IGNORE IT?

maxverstappen1: bro it's all over twitter you might as well take the moment to curse out daniel before christian confiscates our phones

yourusername: DANIEL JOSEPH RICCIARDO YOU RAT BASTARD I'M GONNA RIP WHATEVER REMAINING HAIR YOU HAVE LEFT AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR SURPRISINGLY PERKY ASS. IF I HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH IT YOU AND YOUR CHILD BEARING HIPS WILL NEVER GET CLOSE TO A RED BULL EVER AGAIN FOR EXPOSING A SECRET US THREE HAVE KEPT FOR SEVEN FUCKING YEARS

charles_leclerc: what she said

maxverstappen1: oop.

user35: well. can we keep going this is quite fun.

christianhorner: they're all in time out sorry

user36: okay well now that happened... when can we get "who knows me better my boyfriend or my brother" lestappen version 🤨

charles_leclerc: i would wipe the floor with him

maxverstappen1: of course you would you BIG FAT NERD

charles_leclerc: i thought christian took your phone?

maxverstappen1: as if he doesn't fall for the verstappen puppy dog eyes every time

charles_leclerc: you'll use them for me right babe, RIGHT BABE?

yourusername: idk charlie, this is family business

christianhorner: i've taken their phones again

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yourusername: my favourite men in the world doing what they do best

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user37: take me out back and shoot me already

christianhorner: interesting i don't see myself here and considering i pay your wages...

yourusername: dads go in different categories?

christianhorner: don't use my paternal instincts against me y/n

yourusername: say goodbye to your father's day card

christianhorner: NO I'M SORRY

user38: the way this proves that second red bull really was y/n's ...

user39: for real imagine loving a MAN so much you give it to HIM 🤮

user40: she also said in that recording at jos made it so bad for the two of them when they did compete that she no longer wanted to give the fans and the media the chance to do it either

charles_leclerc: oh wow that's crazy, you're my favourite woman ever

yourusername: don't be so rude to mama pascale

charles_leclerc: well other than mama obvioysly

yourusername: so i'm not your favourite, i see how it is

charles_leclerc: I AM SO CONFUSED SO I'M JUST GONNA SAY I LOVE YOU

yourusername: awww charlie i love you too

user41: okay i've known about them approximately two weeks and i love them your honour

maxverstappen1: i'm so much better than him y/n be real

yourusername: don't be such a sore loser maxy

maxverstappen1: don't get it twisted, i still won on track

charles_leclerc: not for long

yourusername: okay girlies leave the trash talk for the weekends this is being normal for the sake of y/n's mental health time

user42: good lord this trio is so dear to me

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: best thing about winning is choosing the restaurant after - closely followed about the worst thing: third wheeling them.

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user43: max coming through with the y/n and charles content as he should

user44: i need him to open the vault cause i have not forgotten that y/n said this relationship is seven years old

yourusername: i think i had a wet dream about this sushi spread last night

maxverstappen1: as long as that's it, good.

yourusername: i don't need to have wet dreams anymore, the real thing is so much better

maxverstappen1: BLOCKED.

user45: i know y/n is elated to be able to publicly terrorise max with her relationship

user46: so does this mean that this is a system they've had for a while?

yourusername: room service is our middle names

charles_leclerc: maximilian can you please send the last pic to the shared album

maxverstappen1: on it 🫡

user47: SHARED ALBUM? I MIGHT DIE

yourusername: you two are such cutie patooties

maxverstappen1: but for real no being so cute on my jet again or just wait for me to go for my nap

charles_leclerc: heard and understood

yourusername: or maybe just get a life and stop being so lonely

danielricciardo: can i join for sushi or am i still banned?

maxverstappen1: eh, you could take y/n in a scrap

danielricciardo: she read my ass for filth on main i'm scared of her

charles_leclerc: she had you gagged

danielricciardo: and this litlle guard puppy agrees with whatever she says :(

yourusername: as he should !

maxverstappen1: don't try and fight it daniel, i've been in this losing battle for seven years

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charles_leclerc: life in blue could never be blue with you. i love you baby, thank you for giving me this opportunity, every trophy is for you x

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user48: GOD PLEASE SAVE ME PLEASE GOD SAVE ME FROM THIS SINGLE LIFE.

yourusername: i love you too charlie, i'd do everything and more for you. i'm happy you're happy x

charles_leclerc: you can't get rid of me at this point

yourusername: seven years strong, i'm stuck to you like glue

charles_leclerc: you'll have my last name (or i can take yours) next

maxverstappen1: you can give her a ring but you'll NEVER TAKE THE VERSTAPPEN NAME AWAY

yourusername: you good?

maxverstappen1: yeah but we must always be double trouble. not even THAT man will come between that

user49: this is the trio of my dreams i need a whole drive to survive ep or even spin off just following these losers around

danielricciardo: see how could you be angry that i would want to talk about all this cuteness ?

yourusername: we are cute, correct.

charles_leclerc: i'd use the words incredibly sexy but okay

danielricciardo: are you guys still angry? I'M TRYING TO COMPLIMENT YOU

yourusername: we forgive you daniel.

charles_leclerc: i was also kissing her on my first podium REGARDLESS

yourusername: you're so romantic 🥰

maxverstappen1: GAG.

user50: convinced that max will still be the biggest big brother asshole until he is in the retirement home

alexalbon: flexing the alex albon and lily mun he photography i see

yourusername: thank you for your service

lilymunhe: we can also keep a secret 🤫

danielricciardo: I SAID I WAS SORRY

charles_leclerc: we're gonna hold it over you forever buddy

danielricciardo: was taking the red bull seat not enough?

charles_leclerc: until i win a championship? yes.

fin.

note: I'M BACK!! hope this was what you were looking for xx also, if you guys ever want to support me in any way i have a tip jar on kofi xx

[zeroxxlhero]

Remembrance • Vi

Warnings: 18+ characters, reader is a sex worker, blowjobs, cowgirl, sub! Vi, dom! Reader, mentions of drinking, pitfighter! Vi era, saying someone else’s name during sex, praising, slight overstimulation, teasing, hair-pulling, angst, crying after sex, neither side truly has romantic feelings towards another, SEASON 2 SPOILERS

Pairings: (Vi x You), Mentioned (Vi x Caitlyn)

Fandom: Arcane (League of Legends)

“Shit!” Vi’s voice cut through the low sounds of slurping and light choking, eyes staring down at the woman that was on her knees, mouth desperately sucking on her cock like it was going to run away. Her tight pants were only pulled down to get her dick free but it gave you enough room to work on her, servicing her just like every other night that she came in here.

There was another faint scar on her nose, her knuckles raw, red, and torn from the constant pounding of her fists against skin and muscle—using you as another outlet to forget the pain that invaded her heart. She had caught you when you were about to go home for the day, done with your shift, but she had came stumbling your way with the smell of alcohol trailing after her and the small wave of money in your direction. And honestly, she was probably one of the most decent partner you’ve had in your line of work.

A hiss left her mouth as she relinquished after the sought relief, hand flaring with pain as she tightened her first in your hair—silently pleading for you. Her greed was proving to be trouble because you already had half of her cock in your mouth with her tip on your tongue and stroked the rest with expert twists of your hand, repeatedly going up down, adjusting to breathe through your nose due to her larger size.

All she hears is the sound of your lips slurping her up and cock hitting the back of her throat, drool and pre-cum falling from your mouth. You works at Vi’s cock like your life depended on it, greedily sucking her down like you wanted to take her soul.

It's just an endless assault of pleasure, each sweet suckle sending shivers down her spine, just edging her closer and closer to the brink of lost sanity.

A curse pauses in Vi’s throat, replaced by a deep grunt as she grip your hair out of impatience, ready to fuck your throat until you abruptly pull away, leaving her cock throbbing, hard, hot, and exposed.

"Nuh-uh, big girl, I need ya' patience. Just lemme do what I do best." Your mouth wasn't off her dick for a few measly seconds before it was back on, swallowing her down like it was never a problem. But this time, you were using your throat to fuck/suck her cock, slamming down on the hot cavity and letting the tip touch the back of your throat.

"Fuck—," She urgently places a hand to the back of your head, prompting you to take more of her in. It made her skin crawl and shiver with such excitement, having an everlasting effect of keeping the fire in her heart burning.

You sank your mouth down to meet the base, gagging and choking as her tip rolled over a sensitive point of your tongue. The pace of your mouth fastens on her cock, sucking her down with an aggression that was all too familiar to Vi, having every intent on making her cum.

“Shit—" Vi groaned, hand suddenly squeezing around the roots of your hair in an accidental tug and sending sharp needles of arousal through you.

Then, her jaw tightened and her thighs tensed as thick ropes of cum shot out from her tip, covering your chest and chin with the white excess. Her grip slightly loosens on your hair and a guttural groan leaves her mouth, abdomen clenching and flexing as the waves hits her, hard. You’re staring up at her with those pretty eyes and she practically goes weak in the fucking knees, crippled by the expertise of your skills and the look of pure, filthy, lust in your eyes.

One more harsh wave and her shoulders slack, panting to catch her breath. She’s emptied a big load but her cock was still hard and you've still got plenty of energy left.

You crawled on top of Vi with impatience and straddled her cock, teasing her tip with your throbbing pussy before fully sinking yourself down with a soft moan. In this position, she was fully enveloped inside of you, pelvis meeting pelvis.

"Wait, gimme a—" Vi was barely able to get her words out before you began riding her, your pussy gripping her cock which made her throw her head back and groan into the room. Her thighs tensed with each bounce you made and a knot tightened in the belly of her stomach, still not used to your expertise and the shameless fact that you could have her at your complete mercy and fuck her mindless. It was so intense that your body slamming down hard was enough for her to feel the vibrations in her thighs, her hips stuttering as she handed over any semblance of control.

The sensation felt familiar and the one person that could make her feel this good was—

“Cait.” The name that left Vi’s mouth seemed to pull her from her trance, eyes snapping open and staring up at you with burning shame and apologetic silence, the lust burning through her dying out just a bit. Her grip fell from your hips and she sat up, eyes darting back and forth between you and anywhere else in the room, trying to find the words to apologize, “Shit, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—”

You interrupted her with a silencing finger to the lips, gently pushing her back down as she stared up at you with confusion and disbelief, trying to make sense of the anger that was absent from your eyes. It was only a comforting softness that made Vi’s chest squeeze and stomach churn with guilt.

“It’s okay, baby. You’re not the first to pull something like that. Care to tell me her name?” You move Vi’s hands back to your hips, settling them there with a firm grip despite her slight reluctance.

Vi hesitated for a second, lips open but no words leaving her mouth. She swallowed heavily and said the name: “Caitlyn.”

“Then you close those eyes and call for Caitlyn, okay? Say it as loud as you want to.”

Vi barely had the chance to fully register the seriousness of your words before you started moving again, bouncing on her lap with a more familiar, comforting passion.

But even with your given permission, it still didn’t feel right to Vi. Maybe because she was pondering how you really were feeling and the overwhelming guilt that gnawed at her but the constant bouncing of your ass against her hips kept drawing her out of those thoughts, letting them drift to the one person that was making her feel such a way and letting her imagination run rampant.

It was hard to do such a thing when the woman she wanted was on opposite sides but the buried memories of their time spent together rose to the surface, reminding her of everything that she missed. Her touch. Her smell. Her voice. The sight of her underneath Vi—her blue hair cascading over the bed as her face was buried into the sheets, those pretty moans leaving her mouth each time Vi thrusted into her as she watched her face contort with pleasure.

The sound of calling her name… it was all too much.

“Call my name, Vi. Say it.”

Her lips open to speak but she can only feel her voice catching in her throat, the burning sensation of reigniting feelings rising to the surface. Then, she said it, “Cait.”

It was a low whisper, nonexistent to the world outside of this room but it made the space feel that much more confined, the heat rising in the room tenfold and the guilt was slowly starting to ease away at Vi but it wasn’t fully going to disappear.

Then, almost following a visible command, Vi said it again, her breath coming out in a deep sigh. “Cait.”

You bounced on her harder in response to her obedience, feeling her fingers tighten back against your heated skin, watching her face contort with pleasure, anger, and all the things that came with complicated love, eyes shut as to imagine you as the very woman she was calling for.

“Cait, please…” Vi wasn’t much of a whiner. She grunted. She huffed. She groaned. But she rarely whined. And tonight was one of the rarer moments, a helping of fragile vulnerability due to your persistence and determination to make her feel lil she was out of this world.

She groaned as you rode her, unable to stop the moans from leaving her mouth. You spread your legs out further and leaned back, riding her dick as smoothly as your body could let you move. Her fingers were digging into your hips, shuddering each time you came down and your ass meeting her thighs.

Vi shivers and bucks when your ass meets her pelvis, losing herself to the imagination of her drifting love.

"I love you so much." Vi whispered to you, leaning up as her arms wrapped around your body, her head resting against your chest as she listened to your heartbeat. She took one of your nipples into her mouth, running her tongue over the flesh before clamping her teeth down. She sucked the nipple between her teeth, her grip on your body tightening when you rolled on her cock.

"You really are so amazing. You have no idea how much you drive me crazy..." she muttered, impatiently driving her hips into you in an aggressive manner, sweat forming at her hairline. She was just pushing your body with the rhythm of her thrusts and you followed, grinding harshly in her lap as you could feel your orgasm approaching.

Vi let out a loud grunt, her silent breathing turning into light groans and slurred curse words, shudders racking through her body as she got closer. She felt that burn bubble in her chest and her noises came out as choked as her emotions began to boil over, tears coming to her eyes.

"I'm so close, baby—I'm right there." Vi announced, mouth slacked open as she used the rest of her energy to pound into you.

You keep her close to your chest, biting down on your lip to keep yourself from ruining her delusions and distracting her from her train of hallucinating thoughts, letting her edge you towards your silent orgasm.

Vi curses to the high heavens as she came inside of you, hips jerking with each strong pulse that had hit her. Her hips burned and ached but she barely takes account to that pain, overwhelmed by the emotional turmoil that she was feeling. She can’t stop the first sob from slipping, holding you tightly as she cries into your chest, the wet droplets of angry, heartbroken, heavy tears hitting your skin. She holds you close like never before—like you were the one person that she really wanted it to be, crying and yearning for the woman she loves.

You stay silent in her lap, stroking her hair and kissing the top of her black and pink streaked head, listening to her as she spoke through her sobs. “I miss you. I miss you so fucking much.”

It was aching to hear and there was a genuine sadness in her voice, one that always stayed behind her eyes and was rarely shown to people.

“I love you, Caitlyn.”

Your heart aches for her and you could only hope that she could eventually reconnect with that love that she lost—but for now, you’d sit here and hold her tight, pretending to be the woman she truly loved for as long as she needed and letting her remember the love that they shared.

[lunarobyn22]

Here's the fic for those of you who want to read it on Tumblr instead of AO3! (I'm tired so this is my peace offering in place of today's Faebruary post 🙃) Check out @cloudninetonine 's "A Player's Aid" au, it'll give context for this!

Legend Gets What (He Thought) He Wanted

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Threats of Violence, no y/n, Reader-Insert, Mention of making murder look like suicide, no one actually wants to die so don't worry, The others are there briefly, reader gender not specified, Kinda death threats but not exactly, Legend Needs a Hug, Reader Also Needs a Hug, They both get one tho don't worry, Resolved ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary: Legend is convinced that modern!reader is a traitor and a danger to the chain. He wants to get rid of the threat...Reader just really wanted to use the bathroom, but they somehow end up at sword point.

You all sat by the campfire after yet another long day of long walks punctuated by not long breaks and long fights. You were exhausted, from both the physical toll taken by the day as well as from dealing with Legend’s near constant attempts to make everyone hate you. Heck, you were almost starting to hate yourself because of him. You had to forcibly remind yourself that he’s likely only lashing out because your knowledge of everyone’s adventures probably made him feel vulnerable. You yawned and turned your focus to other things.

Your mind relaxed as you looked around. Your head was leaned to the right on Wild’s shoulder, and Hyrule sat curled up in front of you with his head in your lap. Wind had finally tired of regaling the chain with yet another tall tale, and thus had retired to intently watching Sky as he worked on a new carving. Twilight, Time, and Warriors were conversing in a relaxed manner, laughing at stories of Time’s shenanigans in the War of Eras as “Mask.” They told some embarrassing stories, and Time held a near perpetual blush in his ears and a fake annoyed expression thinly veiling his amusement. Four was quietly polishing his various weapons, making sure they were well-maintained for any future skirmishes. And finally, there was the chain’s resident salt shaker, the Veteran. Legend sat a few feet to your left, not-so-subtly eyeing you with jealousy and what you might label “loathing,” probably because Hyrule had chosen you as his pillow instead of his predecessor. He pretended to sort through his myriad of magical jewelry, but you knew better. You also knew better than to call him out at the moment.

Everyone (mostly) was at peace, full from a good supper provided by Wild, happy from the stories Wind had told, and now content to do as they pleased until it was time for the first watch to start. By your guess, each of the three watches lasted three hours, 9 PM - 12 AM, 12 AM - 3 AM, and 3AM - 6 AM, or just after sunrise, depending on the season. It was about 8:30, and your eyes had been drooping for an hour already. You let your mind wander as you stared into the fire, pondering where the tips of the flames disappeared to as they peaked and vanished, dipping back to the firewood just to jump up once more a second later.

All too soon Wild was nudging you and Rulie back to your own bedrolls as Sky set up for his watch period. You hazily recalled meaning to clean the mud and blood off your shoes as you took them off, but decided to just do it in the morning before you all set off again. It’s not like the stains were going anywhere while you slept. You were out almost as soon as you pulled up your blanket to your chin. You didn’t even hear Wild’s small chuckle as he tucked you in before he walked away to his own sleeping spot.

Your faint dreams of red eyes haunting the dark corners of endless mazes were interrupted by a twig snapping by your face. You inhaled sharply as your eyes flew open to assess the situation, but relaxed once you saw that it was just Sky going to wake Legend up for his shift on watch. He glanced down to you and offered a sleepy smile of apology, which you returned in kind, before nuzzling deeper into your pillow (which was unfortunately rather thin and small, but you figured that even if you had brought a full-size memory foam pillow from home, it wouldn’t stand a chance of fitting into your bag, no matter how enhanced it might be).

You faintly heard the Vet bemoan his fate as second watchman before his blanket rustled and he walked to the fire. You’re pretty sure he intentionally stepped on the same twig as Sky had when he passed by you, but you didn’t give him the satisfaction of a flinch. Through half-lidded eyes you could vaguely see the grouch circle the camp before sitting on a log before the fire and facing the woods that surrounded your camp. He was even more grumpy tonight, because not only was he designated for the worst shift ever, but he didn’t even have a choice as Time forced it upon him due to a particularly scathing remark he’d made towards you earlier in the day.

You tried not to focus on his insults and apparent hatred, you really did, but recently it was getting harder to ignore. His questioning of Hyrule’s sudden loyalty to you turned to questioning everyone’s desire to not kick you out or abandon you to the next monster camp they found. He seemed convinced you were either an evil witch who forced Hyrule and Wild to love you, a monster disguised to destroy them, or even a direct agent of Dark Link (who you’d not-so-affectionately dubbed “Dink”) and planned to betray them all any day now. You, in turn, had stopped vehemently insisting you were harmless, and eventually resigned yourself to simply not rise to the bait of his stinging statements of distrust. You knew he’d been through a lot of pain and loss through his many journeys, but that didn’t excuse his treatment of you. Only your mother’s advice kept you somewhat sane — “bullies only prosper when you give them a reaction. If you don’t react, they have less reason to target you.” And yet, Legend’s berating only continued.

You silently huffed a sigh and turned around to lay on your other side, facing away from the fire. You didn’t really love the idea of turning your back to the one person who very clearly wanted you to cease existing, but you knew he had enough sense not to literally stab you in the back when you were both surrounded by witnesses who would decidedly not appreciate such a thing. Plus, the fire was too bright for your sleepy eyes anyway. You started a breathing exercise, prayed you’d assumed correctly about not getting murdered by your upset comrade tonight, and closed your eyes again.

——

An hour or so later you quietly groaned and sat up. Not only could you not fall asleep, but your bladder was beginning to rebel against the idea of waiting until morning to relieve yourself. The chain had made camp just a ways off from a wide yet shallow creek, and you decided that since you were already awake, you might as well go ahead and rinse your shoes off, too. That way they’d be dry in the morning and you wouldn’t have to worry about walking around in shoes that made your socks cold and wet. You shuddered at the thought and slowly stood, stretching your arms above your head and popping your back, then bending down to pick up your shoes and a bar of soap you’d bought in the town you all just passed through.

Legend spared you a calculating glance from his seat, saying nothing. You simply waved with your free hand and then signed “toilet” before walking away to take care of business. You didn’t have to look over your shoulder to know that he was staring holes into the back of your head; you could practically feel him doing so anyway. You sighed, choosing to instead focus on the foliage you passed on your walk, faintly illuminated by the fire back at camp and the dim glow from a bracelet Wild had given you. He said he’d used a brightbloom seed to make it, and you had been sure to express your gratitude. It was much easier than having to carry a torch, which was not only difficult if your hands were full, but was also very bright to your still-asleep eyes. That, and you’d almost started a forest fire last time you’d been entrusted to carry a torch when you weren’t yet fully awake (once the crisis had been averted, Legend of course claimed that you had done it on purpose, but you were so tired that you just gave him a deadpan stare with a raised eyebrow and plopped back onto your bedroll to resume sleeping).

After answering nature’s call and washing your hands, you sat criss-cross by the creek, took off your dirtied shoes, and started splashing them in the frigid water. It was colder than you’d expected, but everything barring your hands was still warm enough, and it helped shock you to be more awake and aware. You used some more of your soap to aid your struggle against the grossness crusted onto your shoes, thankful that they were made from something like leather, so it wouldn’t be too difficult to clean once you actually got started. As you washed, you listened to the sounds of the world around you, now returned since you were no longer disrupting their peace.

A sound like cricket chirps mixed with owl coos set the backdrop for the soundscape, while the occasional breeze played with leaves and stuck them in your hair. If you listened closely enough and stopped your washing, you swore you could almost hear the life within the flowers and greenery by your feet, the very soul of the land of Hyrule, its perseverance, growth, progress and patience, all poured with a parent’s care into each and every living thing it supported, down to the smallest weed by the creek bed where you sat.

The water before you seemed to whisper, not in the way the Sheikah technology would, but more like it was a living feeling, as if it wanted to impart to you the knowledge it had picked up on its journey to this place. You had heard a story, once, that water could hold memories; that every molecule of water in the world has existed since creation, for it cannot be created or destroyed by those who need it to survive. Every single drop had a story to tell, an event it had witnessed, a place it had once called home. Perhaps some of the water burbling and giggling before you was the same way — some of it might have seen the rise and fall of entire civilizations, the existence of every single hero, princess, and villain up to that very moment — and it would continue to amass these secrets, both big and small, every detail it would pass by, and no one would ever fully decipher its stories, its warnings, its wisdom and playfulness. And even so, it would continue to exist and endure, trickling on through the ages and epochs.

You were somewhat prone to these random philosophical trains of thought, and had thus been unknowingly sitting, unmoving, almost unblinking, in the same place for the past twenty minutes. If anyone were with you, they might have thought you to be having a memory episode akin to the ones Wild sometimes had. Indeed, you were so lost in the wanderings and ramblings of your own mind that you had no idea you were being watched. You had no clue until a sound was made that caused you to spring to your feet with a gasp and reach for the dagger you’d sheathed at your hip.

Legend stood at the tree line a few feet away, posture tense and, dare you say, predatory, unsettling stare boring into your own wide, surprised eyes. “What are you waiting for? Or should I say, who are you waiting for?” You blinked away the black spots at the edges of your vision from standing up too quickly, and relaxed the hand that held your knife as your brain worked to understand the situation.

“What?” you tried to be quiet, still recovering from being shaken out of your reverie. “Why would I be waiting for someone? They’re all asleep last I checked. Ooh shoot, did I wake someone up? I’m so sor-”

“Cut the crap, [Name],” he stood up even straighter, the line of his shoulders taught with anger. “I know you’re waiting for someone to give all your collected information to. Don’t pretend you’re all so goody-goody. I’ve seen the way you ask too many questions, always looking for more details to collect, more ways you can betray us, betray them. I knew you were a snitch, and I don’t know how you bewitched them all to trust you, but they’re all too blind to see it. But I’m not. I see right through you, I have from the start.”

He had stalked closer during his speech, his voice dropping to a threatening whisper you had only ever heard in movies. His approach had caused you to back up until your still bare feet felt the water’s lapping edge. You had dropped your boots, you weren’t exactly sure where, but that was only a vague thought in the very back of your mind. Your eyebrows scrunched together as your mouth opened and closed, trying and failing to come up with a good enough response. You weren’t spying, you were trying to find answers! You came from a completely different world, of course you had questions! He of all people should understand that, and yet he still accuses you? This finally snapped your patience, and you decided to just spell it out him:

“Look, I know you hate me, but this is too far, Legend. I am not some evil being to be defeated like in your adventures, I am not planning to cause trouble for you all, and I sure as anything would never betray you guys, especially not after the trust that has been extended to me by some of you. This group took me in, saved my life, helped me learn to defend myself, protected me time and time again, and I’ve only ever tried to help you, or at the very least not get in your way. I get that I’m not some ‘chosen hero’ with crazy butt-kicking skills, I know that I’m only okay-ish at fighting, not nearly as good as any of you, and I understand that my extensive knowledge of your adventures puts you on edge, but I swear on everything that I’m not a traitor, and the main thing that I just really don’t know is why you despise me when I’ve never even given you a single reason to do so!”

Your voice had steadily increased in volume, not quite to the point of shouting, but certainly not whispering any more. He seemed a bit surprised by your willingness to defend yourself, but he hid it quickly with a scowl and what sounded almost like a growl. You noticed dully that the forest had fallen tensely quiet.

“Oh drop the act, turncoat ,” he spat, “you have never been one of us, and the only reason I didn’t drop you off a bridge yet is because Hyrule would have my hide and Wild would poison my food. But don’t mistake my inaction for acceptance or ignorance. You’re no better than any of the enemies we fight on a daily basis. You’re actually worse, because you’ve wormed your way into my group, my allies, my brothers. You think you’re something special just because you got some of them to trust you?? You’re a parasite, a threat, and tonight is all the proof I need. I knew I should’ve spoken up more from the moment you oh-so-conveniently happened to stumble into our lives. You’re going to regret ever messing with us, and Dark Link will soon know without a doubt that he cannot ever send his agents into my family without dire consequences.”

His expression twisted to a hateful snarl, showing some of his teeth in an almost animalistic display of animosity. Your face, on the other hand, was flickering through countless expressions too quickly for even you to comprehend. You knew some of what you felt, pain, sadness, anger, guilt (even though you had no reason for that one), confusion, denial, and eventually a sort of raging, spiraling emptiness that screamed inside your chest. Your breathing quickened to an almost hyperventilating speed, and your eyes grew blurry with tears you’d been suppressing for weeks. Your hurt, misty eyes locked with a pair of violet, violent, volatile ones, and you realized that he was waiting for your response. His next actions could depend solely upon your response; your very life could depend upon whatever words next left your mouth.

You had tried so hard to be friendly to the group of Links, to not aggravate Legend too awful much. You had tried to help out wherever you could, to not be a burden, to not slow them down. You tried to let the pain of rejection roll off of you like water, to not let it get under your skin. You had tried so, so hard to be one of them; but you weren’t. It was at this point you realized what he’d said without actually saying it — he was afraid . Afraid of losing the only family he had left. He’d already lost his uncle, Marin, the whole island of Koholint, and almost all the people of his Hyrule viewed him with disdain at best and outright hatred at worst. He’d had to leave Ravio and Fable back in his Hyrule, and he never knew when (if) he’d ever see them again. You realized on an even deeper level the true message behind his words — ‘you are a threat to those I love. You are dangerous. You bring pain and that is all you’ll ever do. You are not worthy of any trust, comfort, protection, or love from anyone, least of all my brothers. You would be better off never having met us, having never existed.

You would be

better off

dead.’

You had tried so hard, and yet… You had never actually brought anything to the group but problems. You thought through your interactions with them all, but all you could see is the many ways you’d caused them worry, stress, or even anger. You were another mouth to feed, another bed to pay for at inns, another liability in fights, another person to slow down for as they walked. You were a burden. No, worse: you were a danger. What if they were so busy looking out for you that they didn’t see an enemy until too late? What if you slowed them down to the point where they couldn’t get where they were going in time? What if you drained their food or rupee supplies too fast? What if you got hurt again and caused stress and tension to rise, causing fights and even divisions to break out. You were a problem. Not a traitor, no, and not intentionally endangering, but they couldn’t afford to have you around any longer. And you couldn’t just leave, you’d die within a day if Dink didn’t find and torture you, but Legend wouldn’t be satisfied until he knew for a fact that you were out of their way. Permanently. He didn’t just want you to disappear; he wanted you gone. And finally, with a sinking heart, you realized just how right he was.

 At this final revelation, a tear finally did slip past your lashes down to meet your quivering chin. You felt your thoughts scatter like startled deer, your heart thundering in its cage, pounding in your ears, scaring away the life in the forest around you. And you decided. You were a danger. You had no power here.

“I - I’m so sorry , I - I never meant to drive you apart, I -” you paused to hiccup and take a breath. You knew you were breaking, your composure deteriorating, but it was too late to stop. “Legen- Link. If you truly see me as a threat, if you truly believe that I will bring nothing but harm to you, to my-your friends, if…if you think that - that I should - I should never have met you, that I should never have…existed, I…I know I can’t force you to change what you so deeply believe, I -” You gasped a little shuddering inhale, and you made your final decision, the choice that you knew would be your last. You steeled yourself, and spoke. “If you honestly believe that you would all be better off - be safer - if I was gone, if you believe I’m a threat, that I would hurt you, that I - harbor ill intent, then…” you swallowed, still taking short, stuttering breaths. Then you turned around, held your hands palm-outward and arms open to the sides, and bowed your head; you left your entire back and neck, your spine, completely exposed to the man who wanted you dead. You leveled your voice, and accepted your fate. After all, he was an experienced hero, while you were just an inexperienced nobody. He would know what he’s talking about, what would be safest and best; you wouldn’t. He was not prone to emotional decisions; you were. If that was the case, then he was right. You were a threat to your friends.

“If you truly think that I should die for the good of the group, for their safety and happiness, then…then I… I trust you to do what’s right for your family. I would never willingly hurt any of them, I never wished any of you ill but…maybe I do just bring bad luck. Maybe I truly am a curse, a threat, a liability. If that’s the case, maybe - I know I can’t just leave, since Dink is after me and I know too much so - maybe I really am better off dead.”

There was a moment of silence, and then you heard him unsheathe his sword. The back of your neck prickled with danger, but you didn’t dare look over your shoulder. You counted the seconds as they passed, and you realized you had made it to thirty and nothing had happened yet. Why the hesitation? You assumed you’d be dying by now. Perhaps…perhaps Legend feared taking the blame for your death? Causing more division within the chain? Well, you shouldn’t let that stop him if your friends’ lives and safety were at stake. You would do anything to protect them, no matter what. Legend was right, and this had to happen. He had to do this. So why hadn’t he yet? You decided to offer some support, try to speed it along. You were never one for fearing the future but you really wanted this to be over, since you could feel the dread clawing up your throat, numbing your words and preventing any cohesive thought, forcing you to stand still and hear your blood thundering through your ears.

“You could, uh, you could make it look accidental, if you want?” You suggested. “Maybe - maybe I slipped, hit my head on a rock in the creek, maybe I drowned after I fainted or something, maybe I was playing with my knife and - and accidentally hit an artery.” At this point you started to hyperventilate again, desperate, but unsure as to why. “Maybe I was surprised by an enemy, a - a stalfos! - and I was too slow,” you continued, “or - or maybe I was kidnapped, maybe I was gutted by an enemy, maybe I - I just hit my head on something, maybe I had a - a - a hidden injury,” you were nearing hysterics now, “maybe, maybe I just — maybe I did it myself? Maybe I just couldn’t go on? Maybe, maybe I, I just - what if - I,” you lost your sense of words for a moment, “I can’t, I - what about if I just - just - You don’t have to take the blame, you know? You - you could cover it up! Maybe you just were doing your final rounds at the end of your watch and just found me - m-my body, maybe -”

“[Name] are you serious?” He cut through your rambling and you guessed he thought you sounded rather impertinent. You were trying to tell him how to do his job, and you’d kept on repeating what he likely had already worked through in his own mind.

Your mouth clicked closed so quickly your teeth almost clipped your tongue. Perhaps he wanted you to die quietly. You realize you were panicking and might’ve been too loud. Oh no, what if you woke someone up? Then Legend would get caught, and you would be the cause for even more trouble for everyone, and things would get even more tense, and if they were more distracted then they’d be in more danger, then…

…

…

…

You were still alive for some reason, although if you hadn’t been breathing so heavily you would have heard someone else’s suspiciously loud breathing behind you. As it was, you continued to hold still, arms sore from being held out, but you didn’t dare move. Even you knew better than to rob a predator of his prey, especially when he is so close to the killing blow. You were no fool, you knew he’d likely planned this for a while, and you knew better than to irritate him further. You just wanted to say one more thing, one final reassurance.

“I only want what’s best for them…best for you. I don’t hate you, contrary to what you probably think. I’m so sorry for any pain I’ve caused you, I truly am…I - I only ask that you make it quick, not for my sake, but if I was too loud a second ago and it woke anyone up and they found you kil-” your breath hitched, “killing me, it — it might make things worse for you all, and the last thing I wanna do is make things harder for all of you guys, I love you all and I—”

“Just SHUT UP!” Legend’s voice crashed through your pleading, and you stopped. And through the suddenly deafening silence, you realized something. Had his voice cracked? You listened more intently. He was breathing unevenly, almost gasping, almost…no, no your soon-to-be-killer couldn’t possibly…

He inhaled deeply and hoarsely whispered, “ Why? How, how could you just, just…” And in his struggle for words you heard something you would never have considered possible.

You had offered to die, just like he wanted, and

Legend —

Link —

was crying .

The man who wanted you dead, who planned to watch the light leave your eyes, was crying.

Perhaps he was just so happy you’d stopped resisting? Or perhaps he simply disliked the idea of causing someone pain? Yes, that was likely the reason; you were still a person, after all, and you knew that the Veteran, despite his callousness, did in fact have a heart (however guarded it might be).

“…It’s ok, Link,” you whispered reassuringly, “I’ll probably hardly even feel it, and if you’re right, and I’m sure you are, then…I deserve it anyway, and…I trust you to do what’s right, because…well, you’re a hero. You’re Link. I’m just… I’m nobody , nothing, so…It’s okay…” You stopped there, you knew he didn’t want you to talk, but darn it you always had a weak spot for people who cried, and you just had to try to reassure them, even if this particular person was planning to send you to meet your Maker a bit earlier than you’d thought you would.

But…there was still no sudden pain, no sword through your chest or severing your head, no sudden hit to the skull, nor were there hands forcing your face into the water until the bubbles stopped, nor any cutting, no slitting your throat, just…quiet sobbing?

Your mind froze for a second, and you held your breath to see whether the crying was actually from you. And it wasn’t. So, you waited. What else could make Legend wait? He was a hero, right? Maybe he just needed to psych himself up? It couldn’t be easy, you figured, literally stabbing someone in the back —

OH! Maybe that was actually the problem? Maybe he wanted to be at least a little more honorable and kill you face-to-face? After all, back-stabbing has a rather negative connotation attached to it. Facing forward and watching your killer do the job wasn’t really what you’d prefer, but it’s not like you had much choice in the matter. After all, he was the one with the sword.

In order to solve this newfound problem you slowly turned around and faced your whole body towards him, eyes closed, arms still out in a sign of surrender, tense muscles still ready for whatever method he would choose to end you. Maybe it would be kind? Likely not, seeing as you were a threat to his family. 

Tentatively you opened your mouth and quietly reassured him, “If you want to do it head-on and not with my back to you, that’s…cool too? I-”

“Oh goddesses,” he practically choked on the words, “you…you actually are serious…?” His voice was rough with…emotion? Confusion? But why? You were giving him what he wanted, right? You were keeping your frien- his family safe…right?

Right?

And then you cautiously cracked open your eyes a little bit, and then opened them all the way, and you lifted your gaze and actually looked at him, rather than just listening.

And you saw that he was an absolute wreck.

Rarely seen tears now freely flowed from his violet eyes, and he had to sniff to keep his nose from running too much. His chin quivered slightly and his adam’s apple bobbed as he tried to find words without openly sobbing. He dropped his sword as his posture went slack, a hand raising to cover his mouth, his watering eyes wide with disbelief and something remarkably akin to grief. Your confusion turned to concern for the man before you. Why was he crying? Was he hurt somewhere? Surely that was the case, for no one could change their mind as abruptly as he seemed to, right? 

He finally whispered hoarsely, “You…do you really…you’re actually willing to just…let me kill you?” He seemed shocked at your actions, but you didn’t know why. Unless…oh gosh, had you misread the situation?? You weren’t sure how you could have, but what if you did? What if you were the one to make him cry? How awful of a person could you be?

“I — I’m sorry, I — yeah, I meant it, really. I mean, I still do, but — I-I’m sorry if I misunderstood, I really am, I just wanted what was right, and I — I just figured you’d know better than me, that you’re right, but I didn’t mean to upset you, I swear, I’m sorry for making you cry, I never wanted that, I just wanted to keep them — keep you all — safe, but if I—”

“Just…stop… please .”

And you froze. Because Legend…he’d said please . He had never said please in the entire time you’d known him, and certainly not while addressing you of all people. So, you stopped. Your arms were in pain, however, and you risked slowly lowering them so they could lose their pins and needles. He didn’t react. He just brought his fist to his eyes in an attempt to get rid of the tears. He was no longer actively crying, so you counted that as a win. You continued to look at him, confused, but not trying to talk any more. You figured he would decide what to do in a minute. Maybe, you thought, he was crying with relief that he could finally stop fighting you.

And then he finally spoke again, in a very small, very subdued, almost unbelieving voice. “You’re telling the truth, aren’t you?” He seemed to hardly believe it.

No, you denied the small spark of hope trying to take root in the void of your chest. There’s no way. It’s too late. He’s going to kill me. He can’t have been wrong. I’m supposed to die, right?

He raised his eyes to meet yours once more, and it was all you could do to nod in agreement. After all, you had never tried to deceive any of them. You’d only ever endeavored to tell the truth, and you weren’t going to stop now of all times.

“You’re not…a witch?” He seemed to almost be thinking aloud, not actually talking to you anymore, but you nodded along anyway, just in case. “You’re not actually a traitor, are you?” He murmured, “You’re…goddesses, you’re not even evil, are you? An enemy would never turn their back to me, Dark Link would never surrender, but…that means you…you’re just a person…just…” Then, in an even smaller voice and with an emotion you couldn’t quite place, “You’re…just you? Was I about to — to kill — an innocent?”

And at that moment you recognized his emotion: horror.

Link was mortified, absolutely horrified that he, a hero of courage, one of Hylia’s chosen, a bearer of the triforce, savior of realms and countries, Link, was about to kill you, a person who had never actually harmed him or his brothers, someone he’d been so set on not trusting that he’d tried to twist you into something that you’d never been. You had tried so hard to protect them where you could, to ease their burdens, to not cause problems, to bond with them, to ignore his acidic hatred, and you’d been through so much pain and loss, and been targeted by Dark himself, and he still had tried to make everyone reject you. You were traumatized, hunted, injured, afraid, and he still hadn’t held back. Your questions had never been any sort of interrogation, but simply confusion. The trust you gained from the others was simply friendship, not any sort of witchcraft or manipulation.

And, with mounting terror, he finally, deeply, truly realized that he had somehow even convinced you — sweet, innocent, confused, traumatized, eager-to-help, optimistic [Name] — that you actually were the problem, that you should — 

Oh goddesses, he’d convinced you that you were better off dead, that you should want to die — that you should just let him kill you. And for some heartbreaking reason, you had not only agreed, but then you’d exposed your most vulnerable points, without any sort of armor or protection, dropped your weapon, lowered your guard, closed your eyes, and told him to do what he believed was right…

You thought he was going to kill the person he should have been protecting this entire time. And you endorsed it only because of ignorant trust in someone who was supposed to be a hero.

And when he panicked, you’d tried to help him kill you .

He looked at you and saw your pain, your sadness, your survival, your resignation, your scars, your desperation to help others, he saw YOU, and not a trace of what he’d so firmly believed you to be. He was planning your death, and you’d tried to comfort him.

And Legend broke.

He did something neither of you expected; Legend, the one who had tried so hard to hate you, vaulted over the small distance between you, wrapped his arms around you, and held on so tightly he thought he might never let go. You had stiffened at first, halfway expecting a knife in your back, but when that didn’t happen you relaxed, almost dizzy with relief and swirling emotions, and you hugged him back just as fiercely. His face was on your shoulder, head bowed so that the fabric of your shirt muffled his increasingly panicked sobs and hiccups. And through those noises you could hear him apologizing relentlessly,

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, goddesses I’m so sorry, [Name] I — I’m so — so sorry, I’m sorry, I was so blind , I’m sorry, I was wrong, I was so, so, so — wrong, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” and so he continued.

You finally breathed for what felt like the first time since he’d snuck up behind you. Your heart was pounding and, now that you held Legend in your arms, you could feel his heart thundering just as quickly as your own. You gently lowered the two of you to the ground, trying to comfort him even as you worked through your own dissolving panic. You held him as if he were a child, gently rocking back and forth as you tried to imbue him with a sense of safe-secure-trust-okay.

“Shhh sh sh shh,” you whispered, “it’s okay, it’s okay, you’re okay, I’m okay, shh shh shhh, it’s okay, I…

I forgive you, Link.”

At this statement he began to sob even more heavily, and your own tears soaked his tunic as surely as his did your own.

“NO! No, you shouldn’t! You — you — I almost killed you!!” He pulled back and looked at you without letting go. “I would have killed you, [Name]! You — you can’t just forgive me! I — I’m so sorry, I can’t ever explain, I — I was so sure you weren’t trustworthy, I didn’t even give you a chance, I — gosh I basically just tried to freaking kill you, and you just…you can’t just — just —” he fell into hysteric hiccups once again, allowing you to interrupt.

“Well then, it’s a good thing you don’t decide what I can and can’t do, isn’t it?” You released your hug to hold his face in both hands, using a thumb to brush his tear-stained cheeks. “I’ll admit…I was, for a moment, scared, but,” you cut off his heartbroken and shattered gasp, “I get it. I don’t excuse what you’ve done, but I do somewhat understand and I forgive you, Legend. I choose to forgive you, Link.”

…

His world stopped in that moment. He stared into your eyes, so open, brimming with tears that he had caused. You shouldn’t forgive him. He was going to murder you, literally stab you in the back, in cold blood, right outside the safety of camp where his own brothers, who trusted both him and you, slept peacefully, placing full faith in him to keep the monsters at bay. And yet here he was, more of a monster than any of their Ganons or Ganondorfs could have ever hoped to be. He was despicable.

And then you even went so far as to offer him a watery smile that tugged gently on the Sheikah scars adorning your face, the scars of what you’d endured and survived. Oh goddesses, you were trying to comfort him — him — instead of yourself. You opened your arms and offered him another hug, and he was suddenly so thankful you were alive, that you were there with him, and that he hadn’t killed you. And he finally, fully, completely collapsed, releasing the pain he’d hidden away for so long from so much betrayal, distrust, and loss, burying his face into your shoulder once more. His stuttering breaths and hiccups prevented him from speaking, from begging you to hate him back, from telling you to strike him down then and there as surely as he planned to do to you, from screaming until his voice gave out simply because of his pure loathing toward himself, toward this monster he had let himself become.

You gently nudged him back toward camp, all the while holding him and tracing pointless patterns along his back, caressing his hair and whispering forgiveness in his ears. You fell asleep trying to keep watch for him by the fire, both of you tangled up in the other’s embrace, resting in the safety of someone you loved.

You both slept soundly and without nightmares for the first time in weeks.

….

And as the two of you sat there after crying your souls out to each other, having realized how much you actually cared for one another, the sounds of the forest slowly filtered back, joining with your sobs in a beautiful melody of mourning and life, shame and forgiveness. Your rivers of tears mingled together and joined the small creek, the whispers of your pain, relief, salvation, and reconciliation joining the water’s ever-increasing library of whispered memories and silent emotions. And it would never tell a soul, for no one could know what it knew; and you would never, ever know just how happy it was to gain your streams of tears and joy instead of the rivers of your life-blood. 

And if the third watchman woke to find the two most bitter of enemies curled up together asleep by the fire, tear tracks on their red-splotched faces, hair unkempt and, in your case, feet bare, and if he simply draped a blanket over you both and almost cried himself, well…who needs to know?

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Dame Margaret Natalie Smith, CH, DBE 28th of December, 1934 — 27th of September, 2024

She received  numerous  accolades,  including  two  Academy  Awards,  five  BAFTA  Awards,  four  Emmy  Awards,  three  Golden  Globe  Awards  and  a  Tony  Award,  as  well  as  nominations  for  six  Laurence  Olivier  Awards.  She  was  one  of  the  few  performers  to  earn  the  Triple  Crown  of  Acting.

“ Do  not  be  stilled  by  anger  or  grief.  Burn  them  both  and  use  that  fuel  to  keep  moving.  Look  up  at  the  clouds  and  tip  your  head  way  back  so  the  roofs  of  the  houses  disappear.  Keep  moving. ” — Dame Maggie Smith in her memoir; You Could Make This Place Beautiful (2023)

"My  wife  and  I  were  deeply  saddened  to  learn  of  the  death  of  Dame  Maggie  Smith.  As  the  curtain  comes  down  on  a  national  treasure,  we  join  all  those  around  the  world  in  remembering  with  the  fondest  admiration  and  affection  her  many  great  performances  and  her  warmth  and  wit  that  shone  through  both  on  and  off  the  stage." — King Charles III

"The  end  of  an  era  of  the  sheer  definition  of  what  it  means  to  be  an  actor.  You  created  characters  that  clung  to  us,  moved  us,  entertained  us  ......  made  us  look  within.  You  defied  the  expectations  of  age....  crossed  generations.  You  were  greatness  personified  Dame  Maggie  Smith.  'A  lady  always  knows  when  it's  time  to  leave'  [...]  Godspeed  ♥️"  —  Viola  Davis

"She  was  a  fierce  intellect, a  gloriously  sharp  tongue,  could  intimidate  and  charm  in  the  same  instant  and  was,  as  everyone  will  tell  you,  extremely  funny...  The  word  legend  is  overused  but  if  it  applies  to  anyone  in  our  industry  then  it  applies  to  her."  —  co-star  in  Harry  Potter,  Daniel  Radcliffe

"Maggie  Smith  was  a  truly  great  actress,  and  we  were  more  than  fortunate  to  be  part  of  the  last  act  in  her  stellar  career.  She  was  a  joy  to  write  for,  subtle,  many-layered,  intelligent,  funny  and  heart-breaking.  Working  with  her  has  been  the  greatest  privilege  of  my  career,  and  I  will  never  forget  her."  —  Downton  Abbey  creator,  Julian  Fellowes

"Maggie  Smith  was  a  great  woman  and  a  brilliant  actress.  I  still  can’t  believe  I  was  lucky  enough  to  work  with  the  “one-of-a-kind”.  My  heartfelt  condolences  go  out  to  the  family  …  RIP."  —  co-star  in  Sister  Act & Sister Act 2: Back In The Habit,  Whoopi  Goldberg

"When  I  was  younger  I  had  no  idea  of  Maggie’s  legend  –  the woman  I  was  fortunate  enough  to  share  space  with.  It  is  only  as  I’ve  become  an  adult  that  I’ve  come  to  appreciate  that  I  shared  the  screen  with  a  true  definition  of  greatness."  —  co-star  in the  Harry  Potter film series,  Emma  Watson

"Heartbroken  to  hear  about  Maggie.  She  was  so  special,  always  hilarious  and  always  kind.  I  feel  incredibly  lucky  to  have  shared  a  set  with  her  and  particularly  lucky  to  have  shared  a  dance."  —  co-star  in the  Harry  Potter film series,  Rupert  Grint

"Anyone  who  ever  shared  a  scene  with  Maggie  will  attest  to  her  sharp  eye,  sharp  wit  and  formidable  talent,"  on-screen  son  in  Downton  Abbey,  Hugh  Bonneville

"I  had  the  unforgettable  experience  of  working  with  her;  sharing  a  two-shot  was  like  being  paired  with  a  lion.  She  could  eat  anyone  alive,  and  often  did.  But  funny,  and  great  company.  And  suffered  no  fools.  We  will  never  see  another.  God  speed,  Ms.  Smith!"  —  co-star  in  Suddenly,  Last  Summer,  Rob  Lowe

[kingstarkingslay]

MARAUDERS ERA YOUTUBE CAPTIONS

If the Marauders/Skittles had YouTube channels back at Hogwarts

James Potter

How to Become a Hogwarts Legend (Without Actually Doing Anything Legendary)

“Step 1: Make sure your name is always in the center of the gossip. Step 2: Be impossible to ignore.”

#JamesPotter #HogwartsLegend #MarauderStatus #BeingExtra

James Potter Reviews the Best Pranking Tools for School (And How to Hide Them from McGonagall)

“Pro tip: Don’t put anything in your pockets. They’re too obvious.”

#PrankEssentials #JamesPotterReviews #HideFromMcGonagall #SiriusIsHidingTheGoods

How to Keep Sirius Black from Talking (Spoiler: You Can’t)

“Step 1: Keep a gag handy. Step 2: Hope he’s distracted by a shiny object.”

#SiriusCantBeSilenced #MarauderMadness #JamesPotterVsSirius #TooMuchTalking

How to Turn a Normal Day into a Full-Scale Prank War (And Still Graduate With Your Sanity)

“Step 1: Start small. Step 2: Let it escalate until you can’t tell who started it.”

#PrankWars #MarauderChaos #JamesPotterProud #EscalatingFast

What It’s Like to Be the Only Stag in a World Full of Wizards (Spoiler: It’s Awkward)

“You think they’re impressed by your stag form, but then you trip over your own hooves.”

#StagLife #JamesPotterTheAwkward #WizardProblems #MarauderStruggles

How to Be a Stag and Still Look Cool (Hint: It's All in the Antlers)

“Step 1: Grow majestic antlers. Step 2: Hope no one laughs when you try to sit down.”

#StagLife #JamesPotterTheStag #AntlersForDays #MarauderMagic

Why Being a Gryffindor is Basically Like Being a Celebrity

"We’re brave, we’re bold, and we’re definitely the main characters. 🦁✨"

#GryffindorPride #JamesProngs #HogwartsVibes

When You Accidentally Turn Your Best Mate into a Teapot

"Sirius is fine… probably. ☕🐕 ”

#PotionFail #MarauderProblems

[deception-united]

What are ways to come up with names for fantasy worlds/countries/regions? I’m struggling a LOT with this

Hi! Thanks for asking and so sorry for the late response.

Places will usually be named for or after a significant person, god or deity, mythical creature or legend, natural element, historical event, abstract concept or virtue, in celebration of a major achievement, or to reflect the region's characteristics, climate, or features. As with most things, there are a number of ways to go about the naming process, but my go-to method is linguistic experimentation. When creating names for places, countries, events, or world, I like to use words from existing languages—particularly older ones, like Latin, Greek, or Old English—and playing around with prefixes, suffixes, or various conjugations until they sound right.

Here are some tips:

Modify endings: Feel free to adjust the endings for more phonetic appeal (for example, change "Terra-" to "Terri-" if it sounds better)

Blend words: Create compound words by blending whole words with prefixes or suffixes (e.g., "Aqua" + "polis" = Aquapolis)

Add consonants/vowels: Sometimes, adding a consonant or vowel between a prefix and suffix can make the name sound more natural. For instance, if you want to combine "Theo-" and "-aria", you might want to discard one of the vowels or add a consonant (for example, you could add a "t" to make it "Theotaria")

Here are a few in the aforementioned languages you might want to experiment with:

Latin:

Prefixes:

Luna-: moon

Terra-: earth

Magn-: great

Novi-: new

Sub-: under

Trans-: across

Suffixes:

-ium: place or region

-or: agent or person

-is: neutral noun ending

-ensis: related to

Examples:

Lunaris (Luna- + -ris): A moon-themed city or region

Terranova (Terra- + -nova): A new land or country

Magnor (Magn- + -or): A great or powerful place

Subterra (Sub- + Terra): An underground city or region

Greek:

Prefixes:

Theo-: god

Geo-: earth

Neo-: new

Hyper-: above

Paleo-: ancient

Poly-: many

Suffixes:

-polis: city (e.g., Acropolis)

-cracy: rule or government (e.g., Theocracy)

-ther: place (e.g., Panether)

Examples:

Theopolis (Theo- + -polis): A city dedicated to the gods

Neochron (Neo- + Chrono-): A new era or time period

Hyperion (Hyper- + -ion): A place above or exalted land

Polydia (Poly- + -dia): A land of many valleys or diverse regions

Old English:

Prefixes:

Eald-: old (e.g.,

Beorht-: bright

Midd-: middle

Sūþ-: south

West-: west

North-: north

Old English suffixes:

-burg: fortress or town

-ham: home

-stede: place

-tun: settlement

-weald: forest

-dun: hill

-wic: village

Examples:

Ealdorland (Eald- + -orland): An ancient land or old country

Beorhtwyn (Beorht- + -wyn): A bright or blessed place

Middgard (Midd- + -gard): The middle land or realm

Westfold (West- + -fold): A western region or land

Name generators:

You could also use online name generators, and either use one of them or modify it to better fit your world. Here are a few popular ones:

Fantasy Realm Names Generator

Name Generator

Seventh Sanctum Name Generators

Fantasy Name Gen

LegendKeeper Fantasy World Name Generator

DonJon's Fantasy Name Generator

Portmanteaus:

Another method is portmanteaus—blending parts of two words together to create a new term. This can work with the most random, unrelated words; for example, you could combine "velvet" and "orion" to create the word "Velorian". There are really no rules involved.

Hope this was helpful! Happy writing ❤

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alkeste, the loyal wife (asteroid 124)

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Alcestis was the daughter of King Pelias. When she came of age he sought to marry her off on one condition; he would only marry her to a man who could harness both a lion and a boar to the same chariot. Admetus, Alcestis' cousin, was capable of preforming such a feat because Apollo had wished to thank him for his kind employment during his exile post-Asclepius. When it was Admetus' time to die - after Apollo asks the Moirai for an extension and they tell him life is only paid for with death - no one wished to take his stead in the Underworld. He expected his aged parents to step in and neither of them did... Alcestis, however, loved her husband immensely, so she volunteered to die in his stead. She died and he wished to die too having lost his soulmate but he did nothing to stop or join her. Heracles having travelled with Admetus during the era of the Argonauts offered to return her after seeing how distraught he was. In some versions, it is Persephone that returns Alcestis from the Underworld. Upon her return, she was not able to speak for three days, and remained pale and shadow-like, until she was purified. The play by Euripides ends with no further explanation at this point. In other versions, Alcestis and Admetus have children and live a long and happy existence. IN MY OPINION Alkeste in your chart can represent a) what you will do for those you love, b) where you sacrifice yourself for someone unworthy, and/or c) where your actions speak more fluently than your words do.

i encourage you to look into the aspects of alkeste along with the sign, degree, and house placement. for the more advanced astrologers, take a look at the persona chart of alkeste AND/OR add the other characters involved to see how they support or impede alkeste!

OTHER RELATED ASTEROIDS: heracles (5143), apollo (1862), admetos (85030), moira (638), persephone (399), and euripides (2930)!

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[corazondebeskar-reads]

dandelion sun - prelude

din djarin x f!reader

summary: you thought your life was over when your father signed you away to a lumber baron. you wish it was over when he hires a washed up old cowboy to drag you across the country to your betrothed. you know it's over when they start firing at your stagecoach.

aka hired gun bodyguard old west Din Djarin x mayor's daughter reader in an enemies to lovers adventure for @kedsandtubesocks A Wild Ride writing challenge

and YES this is a prelude because I didn't finish the whole thing yet. life said no but I still wanted to post part of it today at least.

words: 367

warnings: none for this part except a passing mention of menstruation. the whole fic will have more, including canon and era-typical violence, gun violence, blood, hurt/comfort, bondage, arranged marriage, p in v, oral, etc. also blanket warning for inaccuracies to the time period because my research was MINIMAL ok sorry. reader is able bodied, menstruates, and wears skirts/dresses. other physical attributes are undescribed. mando can pick you up but he's mando and i believe he can bench press a brick house. no use of y/n.

NOTE: Din's appearance in this fic was inspired by the Space Cowboy art from @pinkiemme. Check out some of the art:

pin-up style

smoking in a tank top 🥵

Marlboro-man style

on horseback

smoking gun (this one makes me so feral fr)

b o l o t i e

belt buckle

boots

long story short I'm OBSESSED with him. you don't have to picture him this way, but pls look at the art, it will change your life.

*title from "where have all the cowboys gone?" by paula cole

dividers by @saradika-graphics

They say Djarin is the most dangerous motherfucker this side of the Mississippi. A bounty hunter whose coal-black heart burned slow and smooth, embers flickering in his soul as if the Devil himself had lit the match.

They say his eyes are yellow like a pit viper. 

They say if you’re close enough to check, the only person you’ll be telling is God Almighty. 

If only they could see him now.

The legend himself is leaning against the hitching post, one foot up against it, arms crossed. The tip of his dark leather hat skews down, casting shadows over his face. A dusty bandana is tied over his nose and mouth. He heaves a heavy sigh, raised boot hitting the dirt with a thump. He stalks back over to the outhouse two paces to his left, and raps his gloved knuckles on the door. 

“You dead or something?” he says with all the social grace you’ve come to expect. And by the way, his eyes are brown. Boring. Just like the man himself. 

You roll your eyes even though he can’t see you. “It’s incredibly rude to bother a lady while she’s freshening up,” you snap.

“I’m not bothering a lady. I’m bothering my pain-in-the-ass cargo. Hurry on up,” he retorts, stalking back to his post with a huff. His stallion nudges his shoulder with a matching huff, equally put out at your delay.

“You have a menses, and see how you like it,” you grumble though he’s out of range. 

You met the man two months prior, when you had come home from Miss Tilly’s with a basket of fresh bread on your elbow. The great oaf, as tall and broad as a wall, had stepped out of your father’s study just as you were headed to the kitchen. 

“Move,” he had barked.

“You move,” you had snapped.

And then the bastard picked you up by the waist, turned, and set you aside like a sack of flour. You sputtered, indignant, until your father emerged to find you furious in an empty corridor. 

If you had known his purpose in your home, you might have run like your head had a price on it.

(to be continued)

[accio-victuuri]

from the interview published by chinanews network with xiao zhan ❤️

Guo Jing, ushering in the "Xiao Zhan moment"

　　The last time director Tsui Hark and writer Jin Yong collaborated was a remake of "Smiling Proud Jianghu" more than 30 years ago. At that time, actor Xiao Zhan was still very young. For the "post-90s" of that era, in the distant and plump dreams of the rivers and lakes, Jin Yong and Tsui Hark are definitely heroic.

The arrangement of fate can be called a coincidence. More than 30 years later, when Tsui Hark remade Jin Yong's work again and took up the guide of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes: The Great Hero", Xiao Zhan, who was already an actor, became the hero in the story.

"Encountered" with Guo Jing, Xiao Zhan used his body and mind to portray the character arc of "The Great Man of Chivalry".

The classic Guo Jing, who belongs to several generations, is also in the spotlight again, ushering in a "Xiao Zhan moment".

The following is a conversation with Xiao Zhan:

When an actor meets a character

　　After meeting "Guo Jing", Xiao Zhan spent several months getting close to the character.

He received systematic physical and martial arts training, practiced Mongolian hard, formed muscle memory, and tried to integrate with the role. It was undoubtedly a very fulfilling process for him.

Q: How long did it take to "become" Guo Jing from the beginning of the script reading?

A: From the beginning of the training to the end of the last shot, I have been trying to get close to this role and become this role, and it took more than 7 months before and after, and more than 2 months for training.

Q: When you became, did you make any attempts that you hadn't done before?

A: Yes, for example, horseback riding skills. I used to ride horses, but I wasn't so skilled. Then there is a very systematic physical fitness, martial arts training, and most importantly, the dabbling in the Mongolian language.

For me, it's a new language indeed. I need to master it quickly and perform it in Mongolian, which can be a big challenge for me.

Q: Are there any tips for learning Mongolian?

A: There are a lot of Mongolian lines in the original script. The first time I saw the Mongolian lines, I was worried about myself because I couldn't read them. All I could do was communicate with my Mongolian teacher non-stop, just like I did when I was a kid learning English.

When the Mongolian teacher said a sentence, I read it with headphones on, first grasping the intonation and speed of the language, and then performing it in Mandarin for the script, making notes and marks.

For example, if there are emotions that I should be a little more intense or something, I mark them clearly and then convert them into Mongolian, and then apply them to the Mongolian context and add emotions to them. It's such a process, it's more complicated.

Q: What is your daily routine like during the training camp?

A: Everyday life is just like going to school. It's not so hot in the morning, so I get up early every day and rush to the horse farm for horseback riding training. The horseback riding course probably includes getting familiar with the horse, running laps, then sprinting in a straight line, jumping obstacles, riding with one hand, riding with weapons, and picking up things, which will make us familiar with the skill of riding a horse first.

I'll find out why later. When the horse arrives at the grassland, it is easy to lose control, and at this time, the actor must have the skills to control the out-of-control situation, so preliminary preparation is very important.

After riding, take advantage of lunch time to go back to the studio for martial arts training. Martial arts training will have some basic skills training, such as kicking, warm-up, punching some basic routines, and then designing different moves according to different roles.

For example, many of my moves are "palms", eighteen palms of dragon descending, and fists; Huang Rong and Hua Zheng are sticks, and then knives. After these trainings, there will be WIA training. It's a very fulfilling process.

The highest level of intelligence

　　When he was a child, Xiao Zhan watched the story of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". At that time, his impression of Guo Jing was very intuitive: this person must not be stupid.

　　Later, he found that Guo Jing has a characteristic: he can devote himself to doing things wholeheartedly and have no distractions, which is the highest state of intelligence.

Q: How do you understand "chivalry"?

A: Before filming the movie, my understanding of "chivalry" was that martial arts are strong and chivalrous. After filming "The Legend of the Condor Heroes: The Great Hero", I have a new understanding of "chivalry".

"Chivalry" is not only to have a skill, but also the stronger your ability, the greater the responsibility you need to shoulder, "chivalry" is a very important spiritual core from the inside out.

Q: Why do you feel that you are most similar to Guo Jing's spiritual traits? What are some of the places that are particularly like?

A: It's a little embarrassing to say, like boasting. I think Guo Jing is a very powerful existence, both his martial arts and his spiritual core, they are very powerful. The similarity between me and him is that I may be more serious and focused in doing things.

Sometimes when an actor plays a role, he can't grasp too many things, so I started with Guo Jing's serious energy from the beginning.

Q: In the tidbits, you have been writing notes on the set, what is the content?

A: It's Mongolian. At the shooting site, the filming of any film and television drama is changing at any time, and there will be some changes in the Mongolian language when it comes to me, maybe the Mongolian language I prepared two or three days in advance will have some changes after arriving at the scene.

Q: When did you feel that Guo Jing was not "stupid"?

A: That's what I thought from start to finish. When I watched "Shooting the Condor" for the first time when I was a child, I felt that he must not be a trait like "stupid", otherwise it would be impossible to learn a skill.

So I discussed with the director from the beginning, and the director also told me that Guo Jing is definitely not a "fool", he is a very powerful person, and he is a very smart person.

I mean the clever point is that he knows what he doesn't want. For example, when learning a skill, he will devote himself to it wholeheartedly, and there will be no distractions, which is the highest state of intelligence, rather than playing some small tricks.

Q: What were the biggest challenges during the filming of this film?

A: There are challenges on all fronts. For example, in the past, riding a horse was just a trot, but when it comes to training, you have to ride a horse and gallop. I don't know if you've ever had the experience of when you release the reins or you give the horse the first command to start, the horse will run out like an arrow, and at that moment you're a little weightless, which is the first hurdle at the beginning.

The second is martial arts training. For me, the pre-training martial arts instructor requires fists to the flesh, so we all have to be in touch with each other; And then to Weiya in the back, although I have also had the experience of filming Weiya before, but director Tsui Hark pursues a sense of realism, he repeatedly tells us about realism, he thinks that people have to have gravity, even if there is Weiya, many actions need to be your own force, including the feeling of gravity when landing, so this is also a new attempt of mine.

How to find the core of Guo Jing's body, this is the most difficult. We went directly to shoot the second half of "Shooting the Condor", in fact, he has become Guo Daxia at this time, omitting the previous processes, how can I find out what Guo Jing is thinking at the moment? What is his spiritual core? He grew up in such a complex environment, how should he face the nation and the general righteousness, and then make a choice? That's a tough one for me.

Q: At what point in the process do you feel as if you have entered this state?

A: Actually, I feel like I'm always in a cycle of self-doubt, self-recognition, and then self-doubt. It seems that the actor can constantly solve a problem and overcome it. I'm supposed to be in such a state anyway.

Guo Jing's "staying power"

Xiao Zhan handed in his answer. When the director announced the "filming was completed", his feeling was "it's finally over."

However, for actors, those roles they have interpreted with heart will always leave traces in their lives. Guo Jing's perseverance and persistence also gave Xiao Zhan support and faith invisibly.

Q: Did the role of Guo Jing leave any traces on actor Xiao Zhan?

A：Of course. Every role leaves something in me or takes something away from me. The character of Guo Jing is very powerful. His perseverance and persistence subtly gave me a lot of support and faith later on.

Q: What was the last shot when filming Guo Jing?

A: The last shot is Huang Rong and I riding horses. We are galloping on our horses and then heading towards the sunset. This is the last shot of me and Rong'er.

Q: What was your first feeling when the director shouted “Wrap Up”?

A: My first feeling is that it has finally come to an end.

Q: How do you feel about working with director Tsui Hark and Mr. Tony Leung Ka Fai?

A: Working with the director is a wonderful and unforgettable experience, and it is a rewarding experience.

Director Tsui Hark strives for perfection in every aspect, and he truly loves movies and devotes himself to them. This has given me a lot of inspiration. When I am on the set, I will always remind myself to devote myself to it and do my best to shape it well. The character of Guo Jing.

Teacher Liang is very professional. He doesn’t need to say much when he arrives at the scene. Just a glance can pull me into the situation. Teacher Liang was also very helpful to us. When he had no scenes to film, he would come to the set to give us suggestions and guidance on our performance.

Q: When filming Guo Jing, the director mentioned the grasp of "degree". What do you think are the most difficult parts?

A: I think the director knows exactly what he wants, and that “degree” may be something I have to find myself.

For example, the director told me and Zhuang Dafei at the beginning that we were the "rock musician" versions of Guo Jing and Huang Rong. He also told me later that Guo Jing was actually a "returnee" who grew up in a complicated environment. Grown in two different regions.

So I think the director always knows where his "degree" is, and this "degree" is a process that I need to find and then become one with the role.

Q: Do you still feel that the role of Guo Jing has some staying power in you?

A：Of course. As I just said, the similarity between me and Guo Jing is that we are both serious about things. Now, I often think that I should do everything well and focus on the present moment, just like Guo Jing. When you are doing something, don't have too many distractions and just do it well.

-END.

[writingquestionsanswered]

Hi,

'm writing a novel set in the 1900s, including scenes from WW1. Any tips on maintaining accuracy for that period and writing in the style of novels from that era?

Authentic Portrayal of a Historical Era

If your story is set in another time and place, you'll need to do some research to make sure you get the details accurate. Luckily, there's information available online, in books, and on YouTube of just about every historical era in every place.

I want to take a moment to stress the importance of place, because life in early 1900s New York City would have been a little different from life in early 1900s Sacramento, for example. Likewise, life in an early 1900s Scottish village would be quite different from life in an early 1900s Indian village. So, make sure your general research pertains to the country of your story's setting, and that your specific research is geared toward a specific village, town, city, or region--or at the very least (if your specific location is imaginary) the closest real world proximity. Likewise, it's also very important to take socioeconomic status into account, because once again, life for an early 1900s socialite and her family in Manhattan would be quite different from the early 1900s life of a farmer in rural Manitoba.

When you're doing your research, you'll want to pay close attention to the following details:

-- societal rules and norms -- rules and norms around love and marriage -- role of culture and religion -- clothing, architecture, decor -- food and drink -- music -- customs, traditions, festivals -- typical occupations -- treatment/roles of women -- treatment/roles of children -- typical home life -- government and justice system -- transportation, tools, and weaponry -- notable "pop culture" and current events -- slang, idioms, and popular sayings -- important mythology, folklore, and urban legends

YouTube is a great resource for documentaries and documentary style videos to get a good breakdown of particular topics. Like, for example, let's say one of your characters is a wealthy New York socialite. There are videos on YouTube that will show you how a wealthy American or British woman (for example) would dress in the early 1900s. Likewise, you can watch a video about World War I or anything specific to WWI that you want to learn about.

WQA’s Guide to Internet Research Researching a Historical Topic Setting Your Story in an Unfamiliar Place Writing About Difficult to Research Topics

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[arbiterlexultionis]

Poltergeist

So, Danny, who’s blood is composed of mostly caffeine because the Box Ghost just WON’T FUCKING STOP attacking on the middle of the night, God Dammit this is the SEVENTH Time tonight how the Crap Baskets do you keep escaping the Thermos!! So, when he wakes up one morning needing both caffeine and ectoplasm in his sleep deprived state he just mixes a 4 pack of monster and beaker of ectoplasm in a jug and starts chugging to try and get it down before the taste hits and then stops. Takes a sip. Takes another. And realizes that it actually taste way better then either do individually.

So he starts mixing them up regularly, and eventually starts just phasing ectoplasm into still sealed cans so he can grab and go for the sake of convenience. Then some other ghost get a taste, like it, and start asking for more. So Danny gets some new friends and starts making ghost money selling his concoction, and as a joke based on the original name of the energy drink, paints over the can and relabels them Poltergeist.

For a while, business is booming but then a problem pops up. Real world items are contraband in the zone according to Walker, and most of the drink itself and the container it comes in is real world matter. Cue prohibition era shenaniganery as Danny and his allies became energy drink bootleggers, running from Walker, smuggling cases of Poltergeist, hiring ghost to help them with all of this, the whole nine yards.

I think this could work out pretty well with Danny and The Spooks, him and his boys mass producing and shipping out illegal ghost energy drinks could be a really cool plot line in my opinion, producing it, figuring out how to get it to the zone and all that as a group. I also feel this idea is just the right amount of wacky to work with the DP verse and serious/sensible enough to not be complete crack fic unless you want it to be.

When the Fenton’s and Valerie hear about that no good menace Phantom selling Highly Dangerous Ghost Drugs the flip their shit. The smear campaign is the stuff of legends. And then the truth comes out. It’s just a really Really REALLY tired teenager trying to stay awake and make some pocket money to buy first aid supplies and have some left over to buy food for homeless people.

If it’s a verse where Sam and Tucker are in on the whole ghost fighting thing then they are Energy Drink Kingpin Danny’s right and left hand men. Tucker’s the tech guy, figuring out how to build hidden compartments in vehicles to hide the goods, monitoring and screwing with Walker’s tech, managing accounts for human money he makes/figuring out how to exchange human money for Ghost money. Sam is his badass enforcer who keeps the underlings in line, and also uses her money and rich people connections to launder money and stuff. Proper crime boss stuff.

Eventually, everyone’s least favorite front loop catch’s wind of this. And I see this going one of two ways.

1) He comes to the conclusion that Danny’s not aloud to have nice things, and starts his own enterprise to compete with Danny. Stealing business, sabotaging production, tipping off Walker. General douchbaggery.

2) He is the opposite of opposition. He wants Danny as his Son, wants Danny to be just like him, wants to guide and train Danny the way he never got. So Danny, all on his own, building a criminal empire? Pissing off the authorities instead of being a little goody two shoes? Laundering money almost as good as his old man? It is wonderful and he is Here For It. Either he’s in the distance cheering him on or actively trying to help. “No no my boy, if you do it like that you’ll either end up broke or in jail for tax evasion. You’ve got to send your money through these channels and store it in banks of these countries. I’ll help you set up accounts.”

[aifanfictions]

Can I request Alastor x female reader who loves 70-90 year old jazz? Maybe she's Charlie's sister, and Alastor hears music coming from her hotel room. Probably something like Ruth Etting or Annette Henshaw.

Jazz of the Heart

In the heart of Hell, within the walls of the Hazbin Hotel, chaos and mayhem reigned. Among the residents was Charlie, the determined princess of Hell, and her sister, (Y/N). (Y/N) was unlike her sister in many ways. While Charlie was passionate about redemption and salvation, (Y/N) had a deep love for the music of a bygone era.

Her heart belonged to the tunes of the 70s, 80s, and 90s, especially the enchanting jazz of Ruth Etting and Annette Henshaw. As she settled into her room at the hotel, the smooth melodies of these jazz legends echoed through the walls, serenading the restless souls of Hell.

Alastor, the charming Radio Demon, couldn't help but be drawn to the sultry, nostalgic sounds. He had heard countless songs from different eras, but there was something enchanting about the vintage jazz tunes that (Y/N) played.

One evening, as (Y/N) sat by the record player, carefully selecting the next vinyl to spin, Alastor decided to investigate the source of this delightful music. He followed the alluring melodies to (Y/N)'s room and knocked lightly on the door.

(Y/N) opened the door to find the grinning Radio Demon. "Alastor, isn't it? How can I help you?"

He tipped his hat with a charming flourish. "Why, (Y/N), I couldn't help but be drawn to this mesmerizing music of yours. Quite the aficionado of vintage jazz, aren't you?"

She smiled, appreciating his recognition. "Oh, indeed. There's nothing quite like the classics. They have a soul that modern music often lacks."

Alastor stepped inside, and as the melodies of "Button Up Your Overcoat" filled the room, he extended his hand. "Would you do me the honor of a dance, my dear?"

(Y/N) was taken aback for a moment but couldn't resist the charisma of the Radio Demon. She accepted his offer, and they began to waltz around the room. Their movements were as smooth and enchanting as the jazz itself.

As they danced, Alastor couldn't help but be captivated by (Y/N)'s grace and love for the music. He found himself falling deeper and deeper under her spell, and he knew he had to have her in his life.

The soft, velvety notes of the song enveloped them, creating an intimate atmosphere. As the music swirled around them, Alastor's scarlet eyes bore into (Y/N)'s, and he gently pulled her closer. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, each step a declaration of their growing connection.

With every subtle touch and the close proximity of their bodies, an electric charge filled the room. The scent of old vinyl records mixed with the faint aroma of (Y/N)'s perfume, creating an intoxicating blend. As Alastor's hand rested at the small of her back, a shiver ran down (Y/N)'s spine.

The song reached its climax, and Alastor couldn't resist the magnetic pull drawing him to (Y/N). In a fluid motion, he dipped her low, their faces mere inches apart. The world around them seemed to blur as time slowed down. Their breaths became shallow, and they shared a charged silence.

As the final notes of the song lingered in the air, Alastor, his voice as smooth as honey, whispered, "My dear (Y/N), it seems the music has brought our hearts together."

With an irresistible charm, he closed the remaining distance between them. His lips brushed against hers, gentle and tentative, igniting a spark that neither of them could deny. The kiss deepened, a passionate fusion of two souls drawn together by the enchantment of jazz and the intoxicating allure of their shared attraction.

The world outside faded into insignificance as (Y/N) and Alastor surrendered to the magnetic pull they couldn't escape. His gloved hand cradled her cheek, and the kiss became an exquisite dance of longing and affection.

It was a kiss that transcended time and place, a kiss that marked the beginning of a love story that defied the boundaries of Hell. In that fleeting moment, (Y/N) and Alastor discovered that love, like jazz, was timeless, resonating in the deepest recesses of their hearts.

As they broke the kiss, (Y/N) was left breathless, her eyes filled with both surprise and a hint of desire. Alastor's grin was filled with satisfaction and a hint of mischief. He took her hand, and as the music continued to play, they swayed together, their hearts in sync with the rhythm of love.

In Hell, where chaos and darkness reigned, their love shone like a beacon of light and passion, and the jazz of their hearts would play on, a melody that would never fade away.

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

[luxthebidisaster]

Lumity Week, 2024, Day 7, Halloween!!

I think Lumity would rock in their Korrasami cosplays for Halloween!!

My HC is that Luz showed Amity Avatar, The Legend of Aang and Korra, and her favorite characters are Katara and Asami - for obvious reasons. I mean, an angry waterbender badass that sounds a lot like herself, and a fancy tech engineer girly like her, too? I bet she would want to trade some robot building tips with Asami. Suki is up there too, who doesn't love an empowered female warrior?

One of Luz's favorite characters is Zuko, cause she looooves a compelling backstory and redemption arc. But she also really identifies with Aang's kindness and uplifting optmism, and Korra's bisexual mess and her depressive era. Heroes are allowed to break, right? The important thing is that they got through it and are in a better place now. And with very hot girlfriends.

Unfortunately, today is the last prompt day guys, but I've had a lot of fun!! I'll try to keep posting some drawings every now or then!

Thank you for everything 🥰

[nexxocatt]

THUNDER SAGA & WISDOM SAGA RANTS!!

Genuinely how can I live my life normally after this. Like,, HOW.

Anyway,,,

MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

TWs/CWs: swearing, mentions of violence and death ig. If you're uncomfortable click off any time!

And without further ado, let's gooo!!

THUNDER SAGA

- Gosh, 'Suffering' is maybe probably most definitely my second fav song (after 'Thunder Bringer' ofc) in this saga. It's just so GOOD UGHH!!! I'm utterly OBSESSED with whoever voices Penelope/Siren Penelope cause they just sound ETHEREAL. Also the amount of memes with the "You know I'm too shy" is astounding. Def my fav part of the song.

- I hc that Ody, in 'Different Beast', when he said "You are no wife of mine!" that he pulled an "erm, actually-" and basically: "Nah cuz you got a few details ab my wife wrong, homie. You see, her ponytail's tips actually reach 3.5 cm lower than that, plus you got the shade of her eye color wrong. And gods she'd never wear that tunic without matching earrings!" Homie's obsessed lmao.

- Oh. My. God. KJ. KJ! THE ABSOLUTE QUEEN GAHH!!! The fucking growl Scylla had on "Give up your honor and wraith!" Made me literally almost fall over. I had a ton of fun just dancing to KJ's vocals. My GOD that's beautiful💯💯

- Tell me y'all can hear the absolute desperation in Eury's voice at the start😭 bro does NOT wanna believe his home bro Ody just gave up six men's lives like that. Also not Jay bringing back the "This is the home of the wind god" bullshit like pls I cried enough at 'Monster'😭😭 And not Eury turning Ody's words around by saying "I'M JUST A MAN!" then stabbing a cow, like HOMIE. WHY.

- Here comes Zeus the party crasher everyone! Yippee! But no, seriously, I've had 'Thunder Bringer' stuck in my head for a while cuz my boy Luke Holt's vocals be giving me shivers. Imma cry cause the absolute pain and crack in Ody's voice when he says "I know..." like,, 😭😭 Also the animatics where the crew just attacks Ody and the dude just accepts his fate are CRIMINAL. Ain't nobody asking me to cry today bro🙏🙏

WISDOM SAGA

- Gotta be my fav saga yet. The "Watchu gonna do about it, champ?" line was delivered PERFECTLY🙌🙌 Ayron is the absolute Top G. Also Miguel's voice for Telemachus is just UGHH SO GOOD!!! Also Tele be like: "STAY BEHIND ME MOM I'LL PROTECT YOU!!🤺🤺🤺"

- Let's fucking go Athena is back on track, baby! Literally LOVE both hers and Antinuos' vocals. They were ON. TOP. I couldn't help but giggle at Tele's "Woah,, that is so sick!!" Like he's my baby boy I love him smmmm!!!

- I ain't got no shit on Athena no more. Home girl's just guilty frfr. "You're a good kid." "Thanks!" AHHHH THEM>>> Anyway, great song. I love Athena now. I don't hold no grudge against her anymore, no siree. She my homie now💪💪

- WANGUI. THE LEGEND FRFR. They could never make me like Calypso but Barbara served. I listened to 'Love In Paradise' on my headphones and did not expect to hear Polites' voice in my left ear and Eury's in my right😭😭 The time-dive was LEGENDARY (haha.) and Ody's screams then him just yelling "ATHENA!!" cause he doesn't have anyone else to call for help was heartbreaking 💔

- Ahhh the fact that Jorge got his dad to voice Hephaestus is so cute <33 And Mr. PAM-PAM was right. Luke Holt's BEASTMODE ZEUS IS PHENOMENAL. I adored the transition between 'Warrior Of The Mind' and 'Legenday' after Zeus supposedly struck Athena down, which were – by the looks of the animatic shown in the livestream – the memories that got the goddess determined to stand back up💪💪 The way Ares' voice almost broke when he asked "Is she dead..?" broke me like😭😭 And whoever voices Hera is an absolute legend how the fuck is your voice that HEAVENLY😳

Also pls let the 'Silly Saga' be a thing, I had all the vids from Jorge's Disney Princess Era plus the Jimmy Neutron specials stuck inside my head non-stop for daysss🙏

Ooh and if we're lucky (and Jorge wants to ofc) maybe we'll get an album with cut songs! That would be amazing!! No pressure for the team tho, whatever they choose will be respected by everyone!

Also guys dw Athena's not dead, goddesses can't die you silly geese🙃 She's just injured n I'm absolutely sure we'll hear more of her in the upcoming Sagas! ^^

That's all for now! Take care y'all!! Stream the Wisdom Saga NYEOW👿👺!!!!