#false hero twilight

[false-hero-au]

omg an update, including Sky and Twilight?!

[zarvasace]

pick anything you like with the prompt "I can't do it"

About 500 words, Wild & Twilight!

"Okay, what's wrong?" Twilight demanded once they were far enough into the woods, turning to look at Wild. Wild kept his mouth very shut for a minute. He hefted his axe and found an appropriate fallen log to work at. With a grunt that wasn't just for the exertion, he brought the axe down on the fallen tree. He wiggled the blade free, then pulled it back up to do it again.

Twilight sighed and knelt down to root around the forest floor for some of the mushrooms he'd smelled earlier. With Wild, you just had to ask and wait. If he wanted to talk, he would. And he did. Halfway through the process of chopping up the tree into usable firewood, when Twilight's makeshift basket was about a third as full as he wanted it to be, Wild spoke. "I can't do it." Twilight sat back on his heels. "Can't do what?" "I respect Wind as a hero, I do," Wild said, swinging the axe again, "but he's a kid. He knew one king. And… I guess I only knew one, too, but..." "What can't you do, Wild?" "Can't agree with him on this. He doesn't know anything." Wild kicked a piece of log out of the way. "Isn't it obvious that claiming all kings of Hyrule are good people is false? No group is entirely good. No hero is going to save everyone. No princess is perfect." Twilight winced a little at the implications, but he couldn't disagree. He wasn't always very good with these kinds of things, but he'd needed to get Wild out of there, and he might have a tidbit of wisdom to share. "Well, the good thing is that you don't need to change Wind's mind. You can have civil disagreements." Wild bared his teeth and started quartering the last section log. "I don't want to be civil about this. I hate him." The strong words took Twilight aback. It took him a moment to realize what Wild meant. "It isn't Wind you're mad at, is it?" "Of course not. He's just a kid, I'm not about to tell him—" Wild cut off and swung his axe, splitting the wood. "I'm fine. I've lived with it. I just need to… hit something." Well, Twilight could handle that. "Let Legend handle the food when we get back, and I'll spar with you." Wild glanced over, his face red and shining. "I don't know." "The hand-to-hand kind, I mean." "Oh." Wild caught his breath, then started piling the firewood up in a few bundles. "Fine. Just don't let Wind participate." "No problem." Twilight stuck one more little mushroom batch in his pouch, then picked it up and slung it over his right arm—the bad one could handle that. His good arm grabbed three of the firewood bundles, which got them all, and he and Wild headed back to the campsite.

[the0maski]

Fear headcanon’s I have, but can’t explain, about the Link’s and some endings of their adventures.

Sky: has a massive fear that people are just using him. I think I picked it up from some dialogue in the game, where Zelda apologized for using him??? It’s been ages since I played SS, so my mind could have had made this one up, but something like that stuck to me. His "laziness" is just his way of protecting himself. If someone asked him for something, and will just send him and come with him, he is getting suspicious of that person. Even if it was to go get some books for class.

Time: He was lying about regretting being forgotten as a hero. He was extremely happy being back in time and having an actual chance of changing things. He never overcame his abandonment issues and the need to be enough, that’s why he helped Twilight. Also I have a strong feeling that his spirit never moved on, because he never felt he belonged anywhere. Where does a rejected soul go?

Wind: Massive fear of people drowning and people getting kidnapped. The crew has to stop him from jumping into the water to save someone, or kill someone. (He killed Ganondorf, he will do it again) He is acting on instinct on those moments, so as much as Tetra likes him as her right hand man, she can’t take him everywhere.

Legend: What I thought was that Koholint Island, wasn’t completely a dream. The island actually existed somewhere else. Dreams are made from things we see in real life sometimes, so the Wind Fish had passed that island at some point. But by falling asleep she doomed the acutely island to falls asleep with her. Legend was sent to wake up the Wind Fish, because there was a Koholint Island somewhere, where people are about to die because they can wake up. Legend never found that out…and has a hard time seeing himself as a hero for along while. What hero has blood on his hand?

Warriors: Scared of woman. And man. And probably everything that can betray him. He doesn’t get help unfortunately, since his paranoia had helped them extremely at war and some battle plans. He is one of the Links I see that will also never have a happy ending…

Wild: Extremely clingy, his issues are just as skyrocketing like Time’s, but the difference is Wild is extroverted. People notice that something is going on, but since Wild is a stranger to most at the beginning of his adventure, no one knows how to help. After Zelda comes back, she immediately notices that Wild needs help, and those a lot of research to help him. Wild gets better with time, yet he still clings to some people a lot.

I don’t have one for Hyrule sorry, boy has already everything, distrust, low self esteem and so on, from what I see in the fandom. Once I get to play his game or watch a play through I will understand him better.

Same goes for Four, all I could say, that he is probably afraid of getting falsely accused. (Red in the Manga). Splitting into four isn’t painful for him, if he does it for drama.

Twilight is a good boy, with a loving family and village that acutely cares about him, so all he has was a very strong broken heart. This man falls in love and HE FALLS IN LOVE! So leave him alone, he has done nothing wrong in his entire life. Yes he is afraid of rejection but he gets support. I love him to much to hurt him.

[theblueprincess590]

The Heart of a Toy-An Analysis of KH3

Ever since finishing Kingdom Hearts 2 Nomura has been insistent on including Toy story in Kingdom hearts 3 even going as far as to say in an interview with Jen Simpkins from GameRader’s Edge Magazine, “After we were done with Kingdom Hearts II and were starting to consider III, we started talks with Disney, I remember saying, ‘If we can’t use Pixar, then we can’t have a third game.’ It’s that important to the game series,” (Nomura). And it’s clear to see why Nomura put so much importance on Toy Story once you realize how much its story connects to and reinforces the themes and mythos of Kingdom Hearts.

Toy Box is a magical world. While it appears to be the same of our own it holds a great secret, Toys are alive. When a child looks away a Toy springs to life revealing a heart of their very own, but that begs the question, how does a toy possess a heart? In Kingdom Hearts 3 we learn the answer. A toy is given a heart by the love of children. When a child looks upon a toy they do not see a cheap piece of plastic but instead they see a friend with a heart of its own to be loved and cherished. And it is that belief which truly gives the toys a heart. This is what Woody means when he says the Toys within Galaxy Toys have yet to figure it out. That they have yet to realize the love of a child and thus are empty shells without a heart of their own.

As Young Xehanort himself points out this draws heavily parallels between the toys and Nobodies, both incomplete creatures searching for their missing Half, but this parallel isn't just there to establish why the heartless can possess the empty toys. The point of this Parallel is to answer a question that has haunted the narrative of Kingdom Hearts since the events of KH2, Why does Roxas have a heart?

Roxas, just like his somebody, is an anomaly in the world of Kingdom Hearts. He is a nobody that bears neither the face nor the memories of his original self. He is more shallow than any other nobody, less a body without a heart and more a broken shell. Yet not only was Roxas the first nobody to grow a heart but said heart was his alone. Throughout the events of Days Roxas grows from a barely living husk of a man to one who definitely proclaims his own existence and personhood. And this is thanks to the bonds forged in his first year. Just like how a Toy is given a heart through the eyes of a child Roxas was given a heart by those that were drawn to him. From those he shared ice cream with under the twilight sky, the trio he befriended ever so slightly on a lazy afternoon, the fairy tale heroes his somebody cherished, and even the forgotten longing of brothership from the King of Nothing Roxas began to be shaped by those around him. His soul is learning the rules of the world, the nature of a heart, the simple joys of friendship, the sting of betrayal, and the heartbreak of goodbyes. As Roxas’s newborn heart grew with every day he too gained the ability to see the hearts of others whether it be in the Flurry of Dancing Flames whose false smile became true or the Puppet who became a Real Girl. But perhaps the final proof of Roxas' heart lies with his own “Andy”. Sora at first refused to see his “Woody”, whether it be or out of ignorance or prejudice Sora denied Roxas existence, refusing to heed the clues of the other half or feel his presence in his heart. That is until Roxas forced Sora to acknowledge him. Within the very core of his heart Sora came face to face with Roxas and was forced to acknowledge their connection through the Keyblades in order to win the fight. With Roxas’s tragedy laid before him Sora is at last ready to accept the truth and later on in the realm of sleep acknowledge not only Roxas’s existence but that he has a heart of his own. Just like how Andy gave woody and Buzz hearts by writing his name on them, Sora gives his Nobody a heart by acknowledging him as his own person.

While Toy Box Provides many answers it also raises a new question. If A toy gets its heart from a child’s love what happens when a toy becomes worlds apart from its kid? This question plaques Buzz throughout the events of Toy Box. With every possessed toy they defeat Buzz sees himself in them more and more. He fears that as he continues to drift away from Andy he too will lose his heart and become just another lifeless puppet . Ironically enough it is this very fear of separation that allows the darkness to grow inside Buzz making him another weapon for the heartless. In contrast to Buzz Woody is able to resist the pull of darkness. Woody has already dealt with the fear of separation first through his anxiety over being replaced by Buzz as Andy's favorite toy and second when he became paranoid over the idea of Andy abandoning if he broke. Both events taught Woody something important that yes his time with Andy is not permanent, that someday they will part but that doesn't mean their bond will ever end. Thanks to the events of Toy story 1 and 2 Woody has the resolve to face the hardships of Young Xehanort’s trials and keep his faith in Andy. And this is why Woody is the one to challenge Young Xehanort.

ToyBox is ultimately an encapsulation of the themes of Kingdom Hearts. This can be seen through the many parallels between The World and KH as a series. We’ve already pointed out the connection between the toys and Nobodies but what about how the world is split in two just like in dream drop Distance. Or how about the toy's separation from Andy mirrors Sora’s separation from Riku and Kairi in KH1 with Woody managing to resist the pull to darkness and put his faith in the light because he knows the true strength of a heart thanks to his connections. And lets not forget Buzz’s possession calling back to Riku and Terra’s fall to darkness. Even Buzz’s salvation continues to draw parallels between him and Riku with how they are both saved from the darkness by their friends never giving up on them. Yes Toy Box is a world built up from the ground to parallel the events of Kingdom Hearts, but why is that? Why out of all the other worlds in KH3 was this one chosen to hold a mirror directly to Sora’s journey? Well that's simple because the story of Toy Story is at its core a story about friendship, about how bonds can last forever even if the time spent together is finite.

There is another purpose however for Why Toy Box is set up this way. Toy Box’s main role in the overall narrative of Kingdom Hearts 3 is to be a test trial for his destined clash with Master Xehanort. The main antagonist of Toy Box is Young Xehanort who split the world in two and took the toys away from Andy in order to conduct an experiment. Said experiment was to see whether or not a toy is not only capable of having a heart but if they can carry darkness. This is all done as part of the True Organization's goal to achieve their final vessel but as the world’s story progresses it becomes Clear that Young Xehanort has his own reasons for doing all this. Young Xehnaort wishes to use this experiment to validate himself. Young Xehanort is the earliest version of Xehanort and thus represents his cynical beliefs at their most immature. He believes that not only is darkness the heart’s true nature but that strength comes from isolation. That it is not bonds and connections that make a heart strong but instead the never ending darkness that is born from fighting alone. It is a fundamentally childish ideal not born from understanding but instead self serving cynicism. And that is why Young Xehnort was chosen to be the villain of this world as his childish ideals serve as the perfect test run for Sora, allowing him to confront a weaker version of Xehnort’s ideals and see just how far his own ideals can stand up against him. Ultimately Sora manages to pass the test but not without some help. In the End Woody is the one to ultimately confront Young Xehanort and Save Buzz. Using his maturity Woody is able to shut down Young Xehanort’s childish worldview and break the darkness imprisoning Buzz. So While Sora is victorious in the end it does beg the question, Is Sora truly ready to confront Master Xehanort?

Source

https://www.kh13.com/news/edge-magazine-interviews-tetsuya-nomura-and-tai-yasue-on-pixar-in-kingdom-hearts-iii-the-switch-to-unreal-engine-4-and-more-r2799/

[luimagines]

Hear me out...

Reader who knows about the "someone will die" from the Sheikah Slate.

Reader who ran the numbers, and realized Legend and Warriors were the only ones who had nothing left to guarantee, or even hint that they survived, unlike Time, who has to have Twilight, Wild who has TotK, Sky and Wind who both have to found Hyrule.

Reader who also knows about the grey area, the ones that should survive this journey, but only based on flimsy evidence or who will meet a terrible fate soon enough. Hyrule, and only his game guide stating he is destined to become a great king, Four and the Palace of the Four Sword.

Whether they know this through playing the games, reading the comic and being isekaied, or having some sort of gift of prophecy, they know about this.

And they're determined not to let it happen.

If the heroes die, game over. Reader isn't the protagonist. They're a sidekick with all the death flags raised.

A Reader who is determined to take the place of whoever will die on this journey, because they can't let it be any of the boys. The world is better off if it's them, and not the boys, right?

And if they were isekaied as a human, a Chain of Links blaming themselves. For not seeing the courage hidden in a human. For not having the wisdom to see beyond the surface. For not having the power to stop this. For allowing their prejudices to get in the way of seeing the signs.

And on top of that, a Reader who plays into the prejudices. Who acts like a "big, scary, greedy, traitorous human", because maybe they can soften the blow of grief if they make themselves somebody nobody would grieve over. Reader whose words will conflict with their actions, saying "I don't like kids", then raging at a monster for going near one. Maybe Reader wasn't even ready to die. They're still scared to the end, but so determined. They still have family back home, they still had plans for the future. But, they're probably assumed dead anyway. What does changing a false into a truth even do? They notice these thoughts, and go through sleepiness nights so their brain won't even have the energy to think them...

Anyway, remember to get 8 hours of sleep and drink some water as well, dehydration is bad for you.

I've actually thought of that idea before of a character with the "nothing to lose if I die" attitude because if the the Hero dies, it's game over.

However, I think that Link (any of them would do) would be able to see through their act because they're perceptive power combined would be too high for Reader to hide all their intentions and lies.

And I had to say one thing, I think Reader would still pay attention with Time as well. Because it's heavily implied that he died young and we know that he died with regrets. The fact that Twilight exists isn't necessarily enough to stop that. In fact, it might be the very thing that could cause it.

Meaning, Reader has to do double the effort to not only keep the Old Man alive, but to also focus on any of the other boy's blind spots as well.

[layraket]

Day 30 - Recovery

Character(s): Four and Twilight (LU)

Words: 750

Summary: They never thought that they will share the “I lost a special someone who was a shadow being” thing

Whump scale: 1 (see the full scale here)

Warning: Assumed character death, it's not explicitily established, but its there

Part 1 in Day 26

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Twilight and Four have been hanging out together more lately, chatting and just spending time in the same place.

Since that night, the rancher found something on the smith that was surprisingly familiar; a sadness, longing for past times and things that would never be able to happen again.

It wasn’t the most positive thing to bond over, but that was what they got. Eh.

Four called him to talk alone, the rest deciding to not ask questions and let them be. They walked away from camp to have some privacy.

“Wha’ do ya need?” Twilight asked, stopping in front of the smaller hero with his arms crossed.

There was a nervous feeling surrounding him, like if this was a confession of something. “Well, I’m not sure if you exactly remember… that night…” His purple eyes looked down, like if admitting what happened that time made him embarrassed.

So Four knew that it was him, obviously. “Sure, wha’ happen with it?” If this was to ask him to stay silent—although, he had been already doing it— then he will respect his wish.

“I’ve been thinking, and… You once mentioned something about a mirror…” Twilight knew instantly what was he referring to.

He had a feeling why was he asking this, and he didn’t like how the reaction will be when he gets the answer.

“’t’s broken, there’ no way to fix it” He tried a long time ago, the only shard that he saved didn’t work at all, the magic left wasn’t enough to go through the barrier between the Twili realm and this one.

Maybe he was right about this answer shattering any hope from the smithy’s eyes, a soft “oh” being his only response.

“Thanks, I… I needed to be sure.” This seemed like the end of the conversation, but Twilight had his own questions.

“Why, tho?” He knew how curious was usually Four, but the fact that he needed privacy to ask this tells him something else.

After a minute without answer, Four sighed “A mirror with enough magic could be able to bring something back to life depending of the type of energy that is needed. What you mentioned is that the mirror used dark magic.”

So… If he’s understanding the clues, this was about a dark being. Cool, he didn’t though that they would get this as something in common.

“Yeah, it worked like tha’, but t’s shattered and I doubt only a shard could be enough” It remained at his home in Ordon, hidden in his basement to keep it as a memory or a symbol of false hope, so he wouldn’t be able to show it to Four until they arrived his era. “S’rry for askin’, but who was the one…”

“A friend, or I hope that we ended up in those terms. Last time I saw him he didn’t explain anything.” The smith reserved himself the complete history, Twilight knew this, but he will not try to push it.

“If ya miss him so much, I guess ye’re his friend.” Maybe this someone wasn’t a twili, maybe nothing closer to that, but something that he learned from them it was that if a shadow being called you their friend, they meant it.

“If you say so…” Purple eyes turned to look everywhere but Twilight, evading his gaze as much as he could.

“Ya know, it also used to hurt for me, like th’ kick of a goat” He wasn’t exaggerating. “Ya miss them, wishin’ to see them one more time, gettin’ trapped on that mindset, forgettin’ everyone else.”

He remembers how much he ignored Colin and the kids when he came back Ordon, Ilia doing her best to make him get out of his home, Rusl asking him to talk with him and tell him what’s wrong, Uli offering her food knowing well that he hadn’t eaten that day. All because he couldn’t let go of someone, and he still can’t.

“The thin’ ’m tryin’ to say,” He sighed “is that it will hurt, maybe makin’ life a hell to live. You can survive out of it, if there’ are people to keep goin’, why stop?”

Silence fell between them, a comfortable one that nobody wanted to break.

“Thank you” These words were filled with something else than just mere politeness, genuine gratitude surrounding them.

“Ye’re welcome”

They both shared something, and they both will heal from it. How long will it take? Doesn’t matter, as long as they had people.

[sleepingdayaway]

And you never knew, how much I really liked you.

To my Legend lovers. And to my friends on discord, I did the thing :)

Characters: Legend, Reader, mentions of Ravio, Time, Wind, Sky, Warriors, Twilight, Wild, Four, Hyrule and Marin.

Warnings: Idk Legend crying at the end bc why not??

Legend knew that treating you like this won't really solve anything. The snappy remarks, piercing glares, and the absolute harsh accusations that spill from his mouth.

The arguments with the rest of the chain about how they trusted your words way too easily for his liking. Come on now! They're heros who's been doing this for awhile, they should understand about enemies disguising themselves to attack until they're vulnerable!

Yet deep down, he too fully trusted your words as well.

Underneath all his actions?

He remembers.

Legend doesn't really know why he was the only one that remembered you straight away. Perhaps it's because of how many adventures he's been on, and the way that you willingly stuck by his side through out all of it.

He remembers your soothing voice of comfort after his journey on Wind Fish Island. The way you comforted him and reassured him on what happened, but that feeling didn't last.

You disappeared.

You left him.

And again when the world called for him only then did you return. Once more did you guide him through his adventure, but you weren't just a companion. No, you were someone he cherished deeply. You were his friend, the only person that knew of his troubles and you knew him like the back of your hand.

Those nights of hushed whispers when Legend had time for solitude. Those nights of you guiding him through his injuries, and those touches of warmth that he felt after patching himself. You called them 'feel better kisses.'

Legend remembers the time you welcome Ravio with open arms. He didn't miss the way how Ravio would speak so softly towards him, whenever he asked about you or asked if you wanted any item in particular. In return, Legend would voice out your response.

He recalls the time you encouraged him to jump into the lake for him to cool off, after he lost his temper at a merchant. The way your giggles echoed in his ears, a bit muffled, since he refused to appear in the surface since he felt his face burn a bit.

The way you spoke adamantly about wanting stay and listen to Marin whenever she sang the ballad. It was honestly both of your favorite tune.

Until one day did you finally left him for good. The night before your disappearance you were even more affectionate than ever. Hogging his attention and all around his body was this warm feeling as if someone placed a blanket over him. Legend felt giddy since you've never acted this way before. He relished in your affection as he returned home to lay in bed.

As he prepared for bed, it was the only time he was able to relax. To feel like he didnt need to worry about his next adventure nor worry what who or whag to save next. Legend heard that familiar ballad again, but this time it wasn't Marin's voice, it was yours.

Legend, surpisingly allowed himself to be vulnerable tonight as he laid in bed. He mourned the people of Koholint Island, and his heart ached for a certain purple merchant that can no longer visits.

Underneath the covers did he enjoy the soft singing of your voice. Eventually, he bid you a good night, and he could've sworn you whispered a 'Sweet dreams.'

"I'm sorry-"

Now here you are standing in front of him physically. And sweet Hylia were you even more magnificent than he could imagine. Finally being able to see your expression, the way you stood, and being able to put a face to your voice. Legend greedily took in all the details of who you were until he realized what you did.

You gave him false hope of being together, and being at his side. Now you pretend that the past years of wondering and solving dangerous dungeons together didn't exist?

That his hardships were nothing but entertainment for you? Was Zelda nothing to you? Was Ravio's affection to you also nothing?

Legend hates you.

He hates you and your stupid [color] hair.

He hates the way your voice reach his ears whenever you spoke with the Champion.

He hates your laugh whenever he catches you with the sailor.

He hates the way you unashamedly gave your affection too the Traveler.

He hates how you and the Old Man can speak so softly to each other during those quiet moments.

He hates the way you flirt back to the Captain whenever you wanted to tease back.

He hates the look on your face whenever the Smith shows you his variety of artifacts and tools he's created.

He hates the way you rest with the Knight. The look of ease and the full trust of being in each other's company.

But he especially hates the way you sing with the Rancher. Familiar melodies that you sang before with him.

Yet Legend still loves you. He loves you so much that he would give up everything he has just to be with you.

Legend has traveled between worlds, and he would do so again just to have you once more.Except he felt that sickening feeling of envy. He wanted you to hurt the way he did after all those years.

Although the nagging thoughts that appear, saying that it won't fix anything that has happened. He's just too stubborn to acknowledge the longing that's still there.

And now as he stands in his home. His cluttered home with artifacts that he has collected during his time adventuring.

None of them held any value to him except for you.

His adventure is over, and so is yours.

They took you home.

Legend, finally alone, collapses onto the ground. Gripping his hair as hot tears fall down his face, the world around him gone as he loses himself in thoughts.

Because I never even told you, Oh, and I meant to

[rinthelonely]

Twilight was released from the bruising grip after walking out of the dark portal. The area where the shadow took him looked and felt serene. It was greatly unnerving.

"Now then, about your dear ancestor, he was an extraordinary swordsman. His name is praised among those living in the dark." The way that the shadow turned to look at him reminded Twilight of someone who hasn't seen a family member in years. "Listen here, whoever this man is that you're claiming is my 'real' ancestor are false. The Hero of Time is my ancestor and that's final!"

"D'aaww, look at you, still living in your little delusions~." The shadow was pinching his cheek! The audacity! Twilight went to reach for his sword but was stopped by a strong grip. "Ah ah ah ah ah, not so fast, little darkling. We need to clear your mind from Hero of Time's lies before you take your sword."

Twilight was frustrated but knew that he was no match to the shadow alone. Reluctantly, he lowered his arm and the shadow softened its grip. "There we go." When was the last time when Twilight felt this powerless against evil?

"What happened to your great-great grandfather can only be described as tragic. Murdered in cold blood. Left to rot and to be forgotten by the world." The shadow hugged Twilight as if to comfort him. But honestly, Twilight couldn't find it in himself to feel sad about someone who he has never met. "And the one who murdered him was the Hero of Time. He didn't look back, didn't have a feeling of remorse, he left with a cruel smile on his face."

"You are just telling me a fairytale, you haven't told me or shown any evidence that I'm related to this man that you look up to." The response that Twilight got was accompanied with fingers combing through his hair: "Was the colour of your blood not enough proof?" "You could have done some freaky magic to make me disturbed and therefore a much easier target to your lies."

The hug got tighter and there was a dark chuckle. "If only there was a way to travel back in time where your ancestor is still alive, would you believe me then?" The sentence was said in a way that made Twilight think the shadow was expecting that he wouldn't believe it. And as far as he knew, the only member of the Chain who could travel back in time was Time.

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THE CHILD OF DARKNESS!! That shall be this au's name! All I needed to do was listen to some epic music and my brain did the rest.

Dink has evil plans and Twilight is not liking it.

[smakkabagms]

There is no time, the horses are untied into twilight and their griefweighed hooves trample the earth into forgetfulness. Only I remember the voices, the damage that passed, how all things bowed away from me, weighty as wounds. And just so, aging is spent in the squandered search for home. Whose warm chair is this, to hold me? Before what hearth are the clacking of her needles spinning their own song? She taught me to love. She taught me nothing. I am the archer of a childhood closed to me forever. There is no opposite to hunger, no displacement of the dark by some light your hand never held. What I look back on is nothing, illusory as desire, the siren perched near the seaedge seeking to feast on the falseness of someone else’s satiation. The horses are not rust-colored, they never reached the shore. Soon even dreams disuse them, the lines of breath they sow into the fields I trace like some mist trailing oldworld phantoms. If I am to be such a body, unlit and less in the shadows that imagined heroes never cast, let it be here. Deranged with the impossible shores and the pure, clean solitary fragment of my brief wanting.

[hanayori89]

Zelda: Princess of Hyrule and Traitor

*Castle Town*

Telma, sweet Telma, was doing everything under the sun to dote on you.

From tucking you in with uplifting stories to making sure you were well fed, she hadn't once mentioned Link. If she knew about Ilia, she seemed to hold her tongue on that as well.

For which you were thankful.

You needed a break from Link and all the feelings he brought with him. It would be wise to regroup on what you would do once you converted. Telma wanted to know what your interests were. Would you take up the books and become a scholar? You were one of the most renowned scholars in the Twilight. But your whole field of study was the light.

What would there be to study once you were part of it?

"I'm not sure what I'm interested in." As Telma continued watching you, awaiting a response, you realized then that the light had been your whole identity.

Without that infatuation, you wouldn't know who you were.

You babbled on, hoping something would stick. "I suppose I find emotions fascinating. I would like to understand them better. I often feel confused by my own."

"Like a psychiatrist? Now, that is an ambitious field to dabble in. Maybe by studying emotions, you'll learn about yourself."

You made a mental note to look up the word 'psychiatrist' later.

Telma was reluctant to leave your side. But midnight was looming inevitably ahead and so was your remainder of time as a Hylian.

There was a simple tactic that would make Telma leave. And that was by saying the name 'Renado.' The sensitivity of the topic was enough to stoke a fire behind her and make her leave. Once alone, you could finally take time to reflect.

You thought about the kiss. The way such a delicate gesture could induce such a utopia of pleasure from within. The powerless way you reacted. The powerless way your body reacted. The memory brought with it a surge of aching below, as it had when Link pinned you against the wall in Castle Town.

But one thought about the feeling of dead air as his hand dropped yours made that feeling of desire vanish. You didn't dare gander at Ilia to see if she saw. But Link still left with her and hasn't returned.

Even if she saw, it didn't matter. She clearly won.

She won Link. Maybe that didn't necessarily make you a loser. Realistically, had you won Link's heart, what would you have done with it? Would you convert and live happily ever after within the light? In your blood, you were still Zant's daughter.

And in your heart, you were still a Twili.

I don't belong here. I don't belong in this realm of false appearances. This realm, where the inhabitants talk more about rupees than their own emotions.

This realm of betrayal.

Twili may not give precedence to emotions, but perhaps that is the superpower of our people. Not even Link could keep his emotions in check. Link, the Hero of Twilight, who was strong enough to fight my father and Ganondorf, wasn't strong enough to fight his own emotions.

It was within that recognition that, for once, you were proud of being a Twili.

There's no turning back now. I must convert in order to kill this blasted shadow inside of me. I must not let these emotions win.

I must be stronger than Link.

You began to sulk. If you had never come, Link could simply have married Ilia. Your existence was a disservice to him.

Your feelings for him were a disservice to you.

"Y/N, do you hear me?" Midna's tear began to rattle on your neck. You watched it jump savagely about, like an upheaval of pebbles flickering on a dusty, dirt road.

"Y/N, you must listen to me. Stay away from..."

All that could scrape through your throat was a grunt. You couldn't speak to answer her. The staticky sound of her voice grew spotty.

"Link. You must..."

The rattling of the tear slowed until it went limp. You lay there, dry-heaving, as you kept trying to call out to Midna, your attempts in vain. You ended up gagging, forcing yourself to sit upright in bed. It was futile. The best you could do was try again in the morning.

Until then, from what Midna was able to communicate, you had been urged to stay away from Link.

Apparently, the fact that he had abruptly left with Ilia wasn't enough to pummel your heart beyond recognition. You now have to avoid him at all costs.

You felt your eyes swell with water, indicating it would be a long night ahead. It wasn't until you turned over and had a lag in your crying session that the tear had one more message for you.

Its malignant warning?

"Danger."

*

Ilia's hand was crumpled beneath Link's as though it were a ball of paper. He didn't dare ignore her advances. He also didn't dare to lock his fingers in between hers like he had with Y/N.

Link felt sick to his stomach. If he wanted to protect Y/N, he had to give credence to the severity of Ilia's warning. But this warning came at the cost of his heart.

They continued to meander throughout Castle Town, swerving between its many occupants. Ilia continued to drone on about responsibilities to complete before the wedding. As if the demon within her didn't just peer out and say "Hello."

"Tell me, do you ever feel a strange sadness as dusk falls?"

Link had felt that sadness then. Or at least, what Link thought sadness was. Now, as dusk once again drew its curtain on the final act of day, Link was left reminiscing about that sadness. He'd give anything to feel that sadness. Because that sadness was the size of Ordon Spring compared to the immeasurable Lake Hylia-sized sadness he now felt.

The princess he so diligently served, the one whom he called a friend, had dealt him the ultimate betrayal. His friend, whom he thought was the traitor, was possessed by a piece of fused shadow and he wasn't sure he could set her free. 

Not without the cost of her life.

Then there was Y/N, the woman he loved. The ultimate test of his love currently, was to pretend he didn't love her at all.

Somewhere between the wall of his chest and the rock of his beating heart was true sadness. In fact, Link thought it might rip through his chest wall, severing every artery connected to it.

Link tried his best to temper his emotions, for a warrior's duty is one that should never involve his own personal feelings. Right now, his only duty is to keep that heinous demon within Ilia pleased.

Duty. That's all I breathe for.

He mentally begged that Ilia continue her dull-witted chatter without paying him any mind. He thought about the dusk. He thought about being a wolf. He thought about Midna and the twilight.

He thought about Y/N. His well painted mask of stoicism had been hanging on a wall ever since he met her. A teardrop slowly skidded down his cheek. Its trail was a scar, reminding him of what stoicism actually was.

Stoicism was a duty to others. It wasn't duty unto oneself.

And so, Link silently trailed behind Ilia. Tears flowed like a placid stream down his face.

From that moment on, he would be stoic no more.

***

As Link and Ilia approached the gate to Castle Town, Link couldn't help but feel the sweltering weight of eyes bearing down on him. The crowds had long died down in honor of dinner and dusk. Despite the few stragglers strolling about, Link couldn't pinpoint where the feeling was coming from.

"Link." He whipped his head towards Ilia to see her glowering at him in mistrust. "You've been daydreaming this whole time, haven't you?"

"Not at all. You mentioned the alterations should be done to your gown first thing tomorrow morning." Link knew he was walking on a tightrope, so he made it a point to tune in every now and then to appease the shadow. The slightest offense could set it off. While he didn't mind being the target of its malevolent crimes, he knew this shadow was smart.

He knew that to hurt him, it would hurt Y/N. 

Ilia seemed pleased with this response. Her scattered flutter of lashes was no longer a sign of her innocence but of her manipulation. "Oh Link. I know you always say you want to wait until we are married. But in a mere few days... I don't want to wait any longer. All this Y/N stuff..." She stood on her tip-toes, reaching her arms around his neck in an embrace. Again, superhuman strength made its return. The tightness in her grip was disconcerting to Link. He held his breath for what would come next.

"I want you tonight. I want you to prove your love to me."

It has me right where it wants me. I can't say no. But I'd also rather die than cheat on the one who holds my heart.

Ilia's grin morphed into a sinister sliver of teeth. Each corner of her lips elongated towards her cheekbones so that her eyes seemed crushed into slits by the pressure, leaving Link speechless.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" A gentleman in a ratty set of trousers and a matching, tattered shirt approached. He was clearly a vagrant.

"Are you Ilia?"

"What of it?" She snapped. "I don't have any spare rupees. Now shoo!" Link was appalled. He pulled some rupees from his wallet, furiously bowing in embarrassment. "Here. Please, my fiancée is having a rough night."

The term 'fiancee' placated Ilia's shadow. The man shook his head. "No, you are mistaken. I work at Tingle's Florist. Mayor Bo asked for you to just overlook something with the wedding arrangements. And Mr.Link, you are wanted at Tetra's Threads for an alteration." The man held Link's eyes, something mischievous sparking between the two of them.

"Now, Ilia, you must hurry! The florist will close! Link, my associate is waiting at Tetra's to fix your alteration!" He prodded her along in the same fashion as Link, herding the goats on Fado's ranch. Ilia sputtered as she turned to look at Link.

"I'll be right here waiting when you are done!" He reassured her.

He's trying to separate us. But why?

"Psst" Link circled around in place, not sure of the faint disturbance rustling in the breeze.

"PSST!" The noise was more insistent this time, coming from his left. Link saw a cloaked figure concealed within the shadows of an alley. Was the figure beckoning to him?

Link took a minute to study the cloaked individual, causing them to grow impatient. They pointed at Link, nodding their head up and down with quickened velocity. Link approached only for the figure to hound him.

"You must hurry. She'll be back soon!" As Link encroached on the individual in the alley, he could hear the softness in the commands of the voice.

"Who are you?"

"Come closer. We must remain hidden."

Though he detected no malice, Link grabbed the hilt of his sword as a precaution. When he finally stood in front of the cloaked silhouette, they slowly pulled down their hood.

Beneath the dim light of the alley was the reflection of brilliant, long blond tresses. The sharp brows and harsh, druzy blue eyes of Zelda peered back at him.

"Zelda?!" Link snarled. The betrayal made his voice poke out like a vicious prick of a needle to a fingertip. Quick. Harsh. Accusatory.

"Shhhh. Keep your voice down." Once she revealed herself, she pulled the hood back up. "Link, we haven't much time. But you must listen to me, despite what you may think."

"I don't listen to puppets." Link growled. "I saved you from being Ganondorf's puppet, and now here you are a puppet to the darkness once more. I'm starting to think it's not the fault of the shadows."

"Link." Zelda's tone was icy but remained calm. "Think what you must. I'm here to warn you. You must do anything Ilia says."

"Yes, thanks. I caught on to that."

"Link. You don't understand. This shadow we are dealing with is not only of magnificent fortitude, but it is also highly intelligent." She continued to elucidate her warning.

"I'm not asking you to do this for me. But Hyrule. And if you can't find it in your heart to do it for Hyrule, then do it for Y/N. I know she is your true purpose. She is the one who will unlock your true potential as the goddess Hylia's chosen hero."

"I'm getting very tired of this "hero" role that I was asked to play." Link's voice was vicious. He wondered if, for a moment, that shadow had managed to infiltrate him. He never once felt resentful toward his calling. He may have grown weary of constant duty, but in his heart, he was a selfless knight. He would never resent the goddess herself.

"And you think I do not grow tired also!" Zelda countered bitterly. "Just do as Ilia says, Link. I am trying to help on my end. I will go to the Temple of Time tonight."

"Alone?" The familiar tug of his obligation to protect her kicked in. He felt his face contort into the worry he felt.

"Yes. I must go alone. If you can, meet me there. We must obtain the Rod of a Dominion."

Link looked at Zelda in alarm. "How did you know-"

"Link, hurry! Return to your post. Ilia will be back shortly." With that, Zelda threw a deku nut on the ground, blinding Link. When his eyes adjusted to their surroundings, he saw she was no longer part of them.

Maybe with the Rod of Dominion, there will be hope.

Link needed hope. He especially hoped he would survive tonight and whatever torment lay in store.

Edited: 5/14/24

It seems your feelings for Link are not the only confusing feelings at this time. With your heart broken over Link's disappearance with his fiancée, you find your desire to convert waning. The biggest danger you face at the present moment? Finding your will to move forward on your path to conversion.

Meanwhile, Link is treading an ominous path as he must share his bed and heart with a demon. Can Link stop the marriage and the untimely consummation of this unholy union? What is the role of the Rod of Dominion in all this?

It is in the Realm of Light that secrets are being revealed... but only through their deepest, darkest desires.

Check out my other completed OOT Zelda work- No Woman Beyond

[hedgehogism]

why princess celestia is a twist villain. a mid-season 1 my little pony conspiracy theory

so like im midway through season 1 of mlp:fim and barely remember a fucking thing. but im calling it. PRINCESS CELESTIA IS A BITCH AND IS A TWIST VILLAIN. now you may be wondering. hedgie; what an amazing theory. you are truly our god emperor for all time. care to elaborate? of course babycakes. so Princess Celestia is brought up as this perfect angelic flawless princess. shes as perfect as they come. well, i believe everyone is just a bit fucked up. i dont think shes as perfect as she wants us to believe she is. i think she has some skeletons in her closet and is plotting something terrible. i believe the true reason she sent Twilight to ponyvile isnt to form friendship, but rather to get insider information on the main ponies so that if they ever got too close to finding the truth, she could swiftly take them down. I believe she ran some calculations and deduced that the biggest threats to her secret operations were Rainbow Dash for her blistering speed. AppleJack for her brute strength. Rarity for her smarts and Fluttershy for her animal friends which could prove a big threat. So who else is better to get insider information on their skillsets and more importantly their weaknesses and flaws than the student that begs and lives to please her. Twilight Sparkle. she knew that twilight would follow through no matter what, insisting that she send letters on her "friendship" updates. When in actuality, she is catalouging EVERYTHING, learning as much as she can to prepare counterattacks for if they ever got too close to finding the truth and tried to fight back. We all know the tale of the sisters. Celestia controlled the day, Luna the night. Luna got angry and tried to cast the world into eternal shadow and Celestia stopped her by sealing her away in the moon. But how can we trust that? Whos to say thats the true story? What if Celestia wrote that version to portray herself as the hero and Luna the villain. What if Luna discovered Celestias true plans and tried to stop her but was cast away and Celestia told everyone a false story to build trust, grooming the citizens of Equestria to become her undying mob that will follow her no matter what. And she could easily do the same for if the Mane Six ever attempted to put a stop to her. After all, Equestria worships the very ground she trots on. She could make the entire kingdom turn on the Mane Six in an instant if she felt they got a bit too close to stopping her. Plus, nobody would ever suspect Celestia of doing ANY misdeed. After all, shes perfect. Shes flawless. Doesnt have a single ray of dark in her heart. But people. doesnt she seem TOO perfect? TOO flawless? She spent her whole life building up this perfect image of herself. A kind, peaceful ruler who protects everyone. And this is by design so that when her plan is complete, whatever that may be, it will be far too late to do anything because nobody would have ever suspected her. And thanks to Twilight sending letters to her every day, giving updates on her friendships with the other ponies, telling detailed stories on their weak moments and their triumphs, she has all the information and data she needs to plan a counterattack on the only six ponies who could ever be a threat to her goals. anyway yeah thats my theory, if any of you spoil me ill gut you like a fish.

[lamemaster]

Think of Turtles Dammit

Request: Greetings! I'm not sure if you are still doing the 'what the hell is happening?' Event but if you are, might I trouble you with a finrod request?

Pairing: Finrod x Reader

Genre: Hero x Villain au

AN: I really wanted to write Finrod so bad so thanks for requesting! This is the last request for this event so enjoy! (I love this gif)

(What in the Hell is Happening Event)

How the hell did no one recognize him? You wondered barely stifling a laugh at the elf buried in his books in the library. Blindlingly sun-spun hair, straight bridge of the nose, nimble fingers flipping through pages. 

How had no one noticed that legendary hero was beyond you? "Elves," you muttered under your breath, the amusement bubbling over into a barely audible chuckle. "For all their grace and otherworldly beauty, subtlety seems to be beyond them."

It took you one look at him passing for lectures that you recognized him, your supposed nemesis. Who by the virtue of his pure heart hoped for a mask to conceal his identity. 

You had to on several occasions tip journalists falsely to avoid, your darling nemesis’ identity getting leaked. It was easy to nudge the paparazzi to some random blonde dude with enough money to bribe them. 

Mustering a semblance of innocence, you asked, "May I sit here?" Finrod looked up, surprised. His eyes, the color of stormy skies, held a flicker of recognition that vanished as quickly as it appeared. He simply nodded, a faint smile playing on his lips. No accusation, no challenge, just a quiet acceptance.

Part of you wanted to expose him, to shatter this domestic facade and revel in the chaos. But another, quieter part, found itself oddly charmed. There was something disarming about seeing Finrod so…ordinary. Here, he wasn't the valiant hero or your supposed nemesis. Here, he was just Ingoldo, a bookish elf with a thirst for knowledge.

His fate as a hero had been sealed by a long stemming line of heroic ancestors as was yours by your villainous predecessors. It wasn’t awful but the part of it not being your choice chafed at your conscience all the time. 

Heroes seemed unbothered by it. Proud even, to be bound to a noble destiny.

Finrod, however, was different.  He questioned, he debated, even in the midst of battle. You hadn't stopped him that time he launched into a passionate diatribe about the environmental impact of plastic straws. In fact, you'd goaded him on, relishing the way his brow furrowed in genuine concern. It was infuriating, and yet...endearing.

As you stole a glance at his profile, a thought wormed its way into your mind.

Leaving your bag next to the unsuspecting hero, you decided to indulge the first impulse, a mischievous glint sparking in your eyes. A storm of playful chaos was brewing in your mind.

Minutes later, you reappeared at your seat, a triumphant grin plastered across your face. Finrod, momentarily startled by your return, looked up from his book, only to return his gaze to the pages as soon  as you settled in.

But you weren't done yet.  With a flourish, you placed your purchase on the table – a vibrantly colored bubble tea, complete with a gloriously oversized plastic straw.

You watched, barely containing your laughter, as Finrod's eyes widened. The internal monologue you knew so well played out on his face. First, surprise, then a flicker of recognition, followed by the inevitable flash of images – choking turtles, polluted oceans, the environmental apocalypse you knew he secretly worried about.

Finally, he turned to you, his lips pursed in a look of mock disapproval, a look you'd seen countless times before during your battles.

A strangled cough escaped Finrod's throat, a valiant attempt to mask the look of utter horror that had overtaken his face. No sooner had the plastic monstrosity made its debut than a flimsy paper straw materialized in his hand, offered to you with a hopeful glint in his twilight eyes.

You raised an eyebrow, feigning complete bewilderment. "Paper?" you questioned, stretching out the word as if it were some foreign concept.

Finrod's shoulders slumped in a display of utter defeat. "Paper straws are better," he mumbled, the conviction in his voice tinged with the faintest hint of disappointment.

Finrod, the bane of your existence, the embodiment of all that was good and annoying, carried paper straws in his bag. And people dared to reject them? The audacity! This was a villainous act you could not abide by.

 Only you got to annoy this hero. Finrod carried paper straws in his bag and people ought to accept them. That was the truth you lived by. No other way around it. The slight hesitation and acceptance of expected rejection did not suit Finrod.

Taking the flimsy paper straw with exaggerated reluctance, you managed to stifle a smile. 

It wasn’t the proudest moment of your villainous history when you accepted the straw. A god-awful paper straw. But no one needed to know. It was worth the smile on your hero’s face.

[the0maski]

Little thoughts and feelings about Update Dawn part 9| part 2

Twilight! Speaking of the role of a hero now, is probably not the best time. He nearly died, yes the others are going to be more cautious now, but Twi dying isn’t the best way to be an example…

(Perhaps my current power would disgrace the proud green I wear.

Twilight is quoting the Hero’s Shade »You may be destined to become the hero of legend...but your current power would disgrace the proud green of the hero's tunic you wear.«)

A lot of people have the theory that, Malon wrote in her letters that she might be pregnant. Jojo said she had ideas for a Malink kid in mind, but the concept would be shown in an epilogue, taking place after the events of the comic. Maybe Jojo changed that?

Yet I can’t explain why, but I have a feeling that there is more about this.

Theory: The way Time address the situation, feels like a new hope. Personally I think, they tried to have children before, yet Malon never got pregnant, so they both gave up.

Of course not being able to have children, would add the fate of the ranche and business to their minds.

When their visited Lon Lon, Malon and Time talked about hiring people to work there, nothing out of the ordinary, but once mention of Ingo dropped Time gets extremely defensive. Probably remembering how Ingo stole Lon Lon in one future, even when Malon was still there and had the right to have it!

Twilight existence proving their beliefs false and that there is still hope for a child. (And the future of Lon Lon Ranche, which still exists in Tear of the Kingdom)

Reminder that Time will die with regret. Wonder how or if Jojo will bring up the Howling Stones into all of this. Since it’s implied that the Hero of Time made those stone to be summoned. Maybe Twilight will tell Time about his fate…but we also have the "Someone will die" message…

I call them, the bestes of friends! Four really out there taking emotions serious, love this short king in particular!

Love Twilight’s optimism so much! He really wants to learn more, see more, help more! Like all Links, yes, but the fact that he is so open about it! No wonder he and Legend would get so close!

Wild, the other emotion king, really will not end cheering his friend up until they’re really happy!

More on part 3

[sketchfanda]

A Little Moxxie Love:Martha's Downfalls

Oh she could feel she was close, she just knew she had to be. Finally after days and weeks, she would be close to having herself some sweet, sweet revenge. First those damn imps and then the bitch who'd set them loose on her, they were all going to pay. But of all the imps of course, it was the runt she was looking the most. And oh fortune had to be smiling bright for her as she'd found him on his way back to whatever hole in the ground that little red possum called home as she stalked him with lethal intent.

Yes sir, we find ourselves currently in the midst of witnessing a certain notorious sinner following after Moxxie with less than pleasant intentions. That being the Southern Belle seeming woman that had been known in life as Martha, a seemingly lovely wife and mother of two...who had in fact been a total adulterous bitch, not to mention a homicidal cannibalistic Satanist. Who even despite winding up in hell, naturally for the fact she was such a heinous sinner, hadn't lost her sense of petty spitefulness. So much so that she didn't given one single fuck about her husband or kids or wherever they may've been in hell, for all she knew Satan was using their skulls as bowling balls.

No sir, Martha was all about revenge on her mind and she was going to be starting with Moxxie, NOT because he was solely responsible for ending her life on Earth mind you. Though that was partly it, for her it was mainly because of how he'd managed it, the demonic looking sinner gritting her sharp teeth as she recalled with clarity her final moments in life. Shuddering as she felt her pussy ache and and drool with a flow of nectar. The phantom sensations of how that loathsome little runt ABSOLUTELY ruined her for other men....

~FLASHBACK~ It was sudden enough, one moment she and her family were enjoying dinner, the next a bullet had just made its way through their walls missing its mark. Seems someone had gotten a figurative pair and put out a hit on her which meant lord satan was getting some tribute this evening!! So it was hunting season as this twisted psycho cannibal brood of hers went divide and conquer and what a surprise, their quarry wasn’t human? Ah well meat was meat all the same as she tracked down one of the pesky little varmints while the kids and Ralphie went for the others, dusk giving away deeper into the twilight of the evening. The psycho bitch false hero grinning with twisted delight as she trekked through the woods, calling out with menace at her hidden target.

Moxxie was the unlucky target of her twisted and cruel intentions as he planted himself back against a tree, hiding as the mad woman walked on by taunting like she was the psycho in that Warriors movie. The little imp was already feeling bad enough having fucked uo what should’ve been an easy one and done killshot all because he just had to have a conscience!! Loona had been right, even the most perfect and innocent looking family might’ve been secret evil crazy shitsacks and he figured it was hazy enough thinking they were just offing some cheating ho. Now he’d gone and gotten himself as well his wife and boss into deep shit and he just knew if they got through this, Blitzo woild never let him live it down.

But of course our resident imp didn’t have time to further reflect on his current train of thought when he felt the butt of Martha’s double barrel shotgun deck him on the side of his head. Rubbing the spot as he winced, shaking off any dizziness as he suddenly look peg to see Martha looming over him pointing her weapon point blank right at him. The psychotic southern Belle housewife grinning like a shark at having successfully found him while the imp panicked as not only did he know this meant he was soon to be one very dead man. But fucking hell was seriously getting a hard-on now?!!

Martha:*giggling like the twisted mad woman se was, it was all too clear how this woman had ruined a marriage and caused a school teacher to try and kill her ass. Cocking the hammer of her shotgun as she licked her lips with sadistic delight.*”That’s one down, soon as we got your lil’ friends, me and mine are gonna have us some fun sending you back to hell little devil. Got to say far as demons go, you really isn’t too bad looking, kind of cute even….”*the evil bitch taunted as indeed at the moment her kids had snatched up Blitzo who’d learn first hand that Martha and her brood happened, let’s be frank, to be goddamn cannibals. Ralphie however would be long gone from this world as he learned and experienced first hand, that Millie May-Knolastname was a lethal imo when cornered.*

Moxxie:”Oooh crumbs….”*That was about all our not a possum could muster up to say, not just simply the fact he was still dizzy from getting hit by the butt of a shotgun mind you. No sir, it’s more the fsct that why yes he was actually having a boner right now, of all times!! Christ a fear boner in the presence of this crazy bitch? What a way to go, as he heard the click of the shotgun being loaded and primed to fire, ready to let him see what afterlife awaited imps.*

just as Martha was about to squeeze the trigger and blow Moxxie to infernal kingdom come, the psycho bitch (yeah I know I keep calling her that but hey when the shoe fits, it works) couldn’t help but notice the telltale bulge in his pants. The clear and present indication of a length and girth that put any prior conquests and especially her husband to shame was making her feel like a waterfall would flow between her legs and soak her jeans. The fact it was a fear boner only served to stroke her twisted ego as well as further fuel the demented first for lust she now had as she licked her lips sexually. The crazy milf homewrecker getting herself an idea as she spoke while keeping her shotgun twined on the imp point blank.

Martha:”Tell you what little fellah, I’m feeling a little generous since you’re kind of cute and all. So I’m willing to get you go…if you can please me and get me off…”*The crazy ass cannibal home wrecker declared her twisted intentions, making her more as Moxxie looked all confused as fuck. Until he found Martha laying her shotgun aside within her reach but out of his as she reached down to grab and pull off his pants, boxers and all in one fell swoop. Followed by the crazy bitch ripping open her polka dot blouse and the crotch of her jeans, exposing a pussy gushing with lust that could put a succubus to shame. Strands of nectar raining and pouring down on his fear boner as it stood erect like a flagpole before suddenly finding the lunatic ho drop right down on is imphood in one fell swoop.*

Moxxie:*a mix of shock, panic and arousal as he found Martha pinning him down, her pussy grasping his length and girth with insane horny lust as she began to bounce and ride on him mercilessly.*”Nggyyyaaa!! Mother of the whore of Babylon!! What fresh hell is this?!” *Our poor trapped little possum decried as he tried in vain to push the crazy bitch off of him, hands in her hips as the sensation of copulation was greatly offset by the psycho bitch’s expression. Face a mask of horrifying maniacal glee, her insane cackling echoing throughout the woods as she bounce her denim clad PAWG Texan booty down on his poor little pelvis. It was like this crazy bitch wanted to kill him all the same either way, only in this case it was death by goddamn snusnu!! Now you think you want to envy Moxxie right now, let me remind you this woman was a Satanist cannibal killer, but who am I kidding, you sick fucks...*

But Moxxie while horrified certainly knew he couldn’t and wouldn’t go down so easily, not especially when he was used to such rough pelvis shattering intensity. Especially as he reminded himself that the sooner he subdued this sick mad woman, the better he could see about helping Millie and Blitzo out of the shit he got them into as he firmly grasped those denim clad hips and mustered all the strength he could within his quite gifted legs. The next thing Martha knew she felt Moxxie start to thrust and pump back against her rodeo motions and to say it was a shock to her system was an understatement. As inches of raw imp length and girth was soon starting to strike her her womb with the force and intensity of a jackhammer.

Martha was to put it generously what you’d call a promiscuous woman, which was a polite way of saying she was a slut whore. But of all the men she’s bedded and milked, her husband included, Moxxie was putting them all to shame not only in having size but knowing how to damn well use it. Her control and domination slipping as every impact of the alpha male imp cock against her womb hit her brain with a jolt of mind numbing pleasure. Before she knew it, she’d gone from topping the imp stud in cow girl to being laid on her back as she was put in missionary to spread able and finally a mating press.

She couldn’t believe that this damn little runt from the pits of Satan’s kingdom had gotten one over on her like this!! Yet here she was taking it doggy style at the moment as she felt brain drown in a rushing flood of ecstasy and sexual bliss as he ruined her for other men. His pelvis plowing her ass with enough to intensity to make those cheeks clap like thunder and jiggle like jello until he groaned as he finally came. The rush of hot white imp baby batter spraying into her womb as she felt herself go limp as a rag doll, face down on the ground with her ass up in the air.

Martha:”O-okay…I’ll admit that was…better than expected You spawn of Sa-….”*The twisted psycho bitch blinked as as she heard the hammer cocking click of her shotgun, managing to lift her upper body up enough to turn around and find the twin barrels point blank aimed right at her. Moxxie impressively looking determined despite being bottomless with his juice soaked, still hard cock exposed and from the look in his eyes, this time he wasn’t hesitstijng to make the shot.*”……..oh fuck my life….”*Fitting last words as Moxxie pulled and squeezed on the trigger, blowing a hole through her skull took one of her eyes out with it along with a chunk of her brain. Life flashing before her remaining eye as she left the mortal coil, thinking one thing.*

''Damn what a way to go.....'' ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Now here she was in Hell itself and she took to it a little too well and naturally but what do you expect given in life she'd been a homewrecking cannibal Satanist homicidal maniac? The sinner of course hadn't wasted time in getting the lay and law, or what passed for it, of the land. And now Revenge that was within her reach, a double barrled hunting shotgun in hand as she found Moxxie, bag of groceries in his hand fishing for his keys as he stood on the stoop to the apartment building he and Millie called their love nest. Sneaking right up behind them as she pressed the barrel of her shotgun against the back of his cute, snowhaired twin horned little head, the click of the hammer cocking making his ears twitch.

Martha:"Long time no see you little rat....don't try reachin' for whatever you got on you, I see any twitching and boom go your kneecaps." *The psycho bitch taunted, grinning her shark teeth like grin as Moxxie got the hint,slowly placing his bag on the floor, arms raised as he turned around to face her. Recognition in his eyes as he could tell it was her. Oh sure coming to Hell naturally demonised her as a Sinner but there was no mistaking he knew who she was. Pressing the twin barrels closer to near point blank.*

Moxxie:"Guess I shouldn't be surprised, you and yours weren't exactly on the guest list for the pearly gates. So I suppose this is where you try to kill me?" *It wasn't so much a question but more like he was phrasing a matter of fact as one. The sweet little possum feeling a sense of deja vu as the twisted sinner bitch laughed in a sinister manner. Those distracting tits of hers jiggling as her shotgun lowered down, aim now primed at his crotch. To say alarm bells were going off was an understatement.*

Martha:"Ooooh nonononoooooo you damn little varmint...that'd be too easy. I ain't sending you to...whatever afterlife there is for the likes of you yet!! Not until I make you pay for what you did to me...and I don't mean blowing a hole in my skull!! Oooh no...i want revenge for you giving me the best screw of my life!! You've any idea how hard it is to find a decent dick in hell to ride? You ruined me you little shit!! *Oh yes, it was undignified enough to have this imp fuck her then kill her after, especially given how he turned the tables on her. But what's worse was that after that amazing lay....nothing else could get her off anymore!! She'd tried any and every toy she could get in Lust City, her own hands, sweet Anti-christ she tried any and every dick chick or demon dude packing she could find and none of them even came close to Moxxie!! Not in terms of his length and girth or his prowess!!*

Moxxie:"....Wait, what? So how and why's is this for your revenge?" *Moxxie had a feeeling he already knew the answer. Somehow he should be expecting it but sometimes, he had to wodner, there was no way his luck would work like that, right? Oooh terrific, there was his fear boner again. Loona would be having such a laugh right now...if she wasn't too busy thirsting for his dick.*

Martha:"It's easy you damn horsedicked possum!! First you and me and are gonna go into your place and this time, THIS TIME!! I'm gonna break your pelvis and milk those golfballs you call your nuts dry!! Then when your bitch comes home to find your fucked to death corpse? Bang!! Then your boss and well...you get the idea..."*Yes it was perfect, better yet if Millie came home while she was still in the middle of banging Moxxie's brains out, she could cuckold the little imp tramp!! After which she'd kill them, eat their bodies then find and do the same to their boss, whoever else worked with them. And then the cow who'd hired them!! After which hell would be her playground, who needed to play hero anymore when you could be Queen of Hell?!*

Moxxie:"Ooh crumbs...."*Now really could you blame him for being able to say anything else? Kind of hard to be more articulate when you had a psycho bitch with homicidal cannibalistic tendencies aiming a shotgun point blank at your cock and balls. Especially when her grand payback plan consisted of fucking you to death, followed by killing your wife and doing Fuck only knows to the bodies. If demons could pray or did pray to someone, he really hoped they'd throw him a bone here.*

Martha of course felt the time to expositive gloating was passed, as she reached into Moxxie's coat and got his keys. Time to begin her revenge as she licked her chops at the bulge in his pants, indicating his fear boner. After all the demons she'd sucked and fucked off here and there, she felt this time she had the edge. Yessir with her sex-perience, this time she would dominate the imp!!

Well that was supposed to be the idea, that's how she felt and knew it was supposed to go, she'd suck him off to a point he'd feel like his soul was being sucked out. Followed by riding him with such intensity that she'd ground and pound his pelvis into dust and squeeze out of every bit of milk from his balls!! Make him scream and beg for mercy as she'd kill him with pleasure before she decided to put him out of his misery. Yes just like that....except that's not what happened of course.

Martha:"OOooooh fuuuuck fuck fuck !! Muh pussy!! My poor pussy!! Oooh Daddy harder!! I'm sorry daddy please wreck me!! Break me Daddy Moxxie with your big ol' dick!!"*Instead once again Martha had found the tables turned on her once more, though not half as turned on as she was right now!! As she was pressed up against a window, naked as the day she was born and her facial expression one not of a psychotic deviant but yet another wayward lady captured by Moxxie's erotic charm. The Imp stud taking her from behind as he thrust and pumped his cock away like the genetic jackhammer it was, his blurring pelvis making her fat sinner booty jiggle and clap. A growing puddle on the floor growing as their clothes laid about discarded along with her now disabled shotgun.*

Moxxie:"Ooooh sweet temptation..."*The imp tried to tell himself he shouldn't be enjoying this but damnit the second time around with Martha compared to the first was feeling too damn good!! More so with how utterly submissive she was being, it was rather too much like the first time with Looona. Given how the hellhound had pretty much become 5050 between a tsundere and kuudere around him these days, it was curious to see how Martha would be afterwards. Especially after he was finally done fucking to her exhaustion and needed to explain this to Millie.*

The sinner and imp continued to go at it as Martha once again was reminded how and why Moxxie had managed to ruin other men for her. Who needed them when her new Imp daddy was all she needed, as a simultaneous orgasm rocked them...not the first or last as the pair lost track of time. So much so to not yet realise the time, or that Millie had long since returned. The wrath shortstack imp peeping from behind the crack of the door as she watched with voyeuristic delight waiting for the right moment to join in.

But of course that's not to say she was just playing with herself, as she was also using her phone to send pictures and videos to Loona as well as a few others of hers and Moxxie's booty calls. Especially Mrs.Mayberry who was sure to enjoy the sights and sounds of the bitch who ruined her life and marriage being reduced to such a state. It would no doubt give some ideas as to what they'd with Martha afterwards of course. But now for the time being was naughty time.

Once MArtha had especially gotten a nice round of Moxxie dick orally and anally at least once of course, then Millie made her move. The added one two knockout combination of a threesome with her and her man was enough to pretty much break the sadistic Southern Belle, after which Mayberry would later receive a surprise from the imp couple in the form of a giant gift wrapped box with a bound and gagged Martha inside. To say she appreciated the gift was an understatement, so much so that our fave imp would get a surprise of his own. A rather sexy little group pic featuring his wife posing in some leather and latex with the former teacher and homewrecker as well as Verosika...attached with a message of where to find them so he could enjoy his present.

Hey when you had a imp like him? You wanted to show him a lot of love. And when said imp has a wife like he does? She damn well will make sure he gets to drown in it. And how sweet it is!!

[fever-project]

All the LU Warriors headcanons I’m seeing in the tags makes me want to share my own so uh, have them.

He rarely talked for most of his life. He never really wanted to after puberty hit, he didn’t like how his voice sounded. So he barely interacted with anyone that wasn’t his immediate family. After the war started, however, he wanted to talk more. Even though Proxi could talk for him-which he was very grateful for-he wanted to be able to voice his own opinions by himself.

Speaking of immediate family, he currently has none. He and Linkle are not biologically related, but after the war they now consider themselves to siblings. Linkle’s older by two days.

Wars has a thing for his Zelda(I’m not calling her Artemis I do not like that name for her)but he hasn’t made any moves yet. He gets nauseous whenever he thinks about dating in any kind(mainly Cia’s fault). Zelda respects this, and doesn’t show that she has any romantic feelings about him whatsoever because she doesn’t want to scare him. Wars just thinks his love is one sided, making him wanting to ask her out even less. Linkle’s trying her best to help them out, but she hasn’t been successful yet.

Enough about love, because Wars is a-spec. He’s somewhere on there, I know it. Definitely not me projecting.

Wars loves clothing and the occasional dressing up. He never tells anyone this, but everyone during the war knew it. He got the others to participate too.

Legend once sarcastically criticized Wars’ fashion choice and he changed into his Koholint Hero’s Clothes for a week. Wars did not tell him why he did or what the clothes were called, but Wars felt so proud of himself. Legend just thought he was just making fun of him for his pink hair or something.

Wants to tell Legend so bad about Marin, but Marin probably told him that if he ever meets her Link, to not tell him he met her. She didn’t want to give him any hope that they’ll meet again, because they won’t.

Wars loves fairies. He loves them so much. He loves feeding them, dressing them up, taking care of them, all of that. Fairies love him too, because he tries to feed them whenever the chain isn’t looking. He tries to make sure that no one else knows, since he thinks it’s a bit embarrassing.

Wars wants to use everyone’s items one day. He had so much fun using the Spinner during the war, not to mention the Fire Rod. But he never really asks, since he doesn’t wants to come off as weird.

The ends of his scarf/cape thing used to be red, like in the game, but the dye faded after a few years. He tried to redye it, but it didn’t really work.

He was the captain of his own, specific group consisting of the wayward warriors from across time. They all did interact with regular soldiers, but they mostly worked with just each other and looked to Wars to guide them. Since he usually only command with these guys so I guess he was more of a lieutenant? Idk how ranks work tbh. Nevertheless, he was always called captain by the others, since most of them didn’t really know how ranks worked either. Captain just seemed to fit him. The others who did know about ranks just went along with calling him captain.

Impa helped him so much you have no idea. He was a pretty good leader by himself, but he always appreciated the help.

Both dislikes Tingle and is eternally confused by him. And disturbed. Can’t bring himself to hate him though.

Wars knows things. He’ll nod his head along whenever Time or Wind tell the group their stories, he’s heard them all before anyhow. He does the same with Legend, Sky, and Twilight when they share as well, since he’s heard a lot from their friends. He usually pretends that he doesn’t know anything, however. He’s just nodding along to nod along.

Wars hasn’t told Sky that he met Fi before yet. He doesn’t want to give him any false hope that she’ll wake up again.

he hopes that she’ll wake up too.

Wars doesn’t really understand Four’s negative view of dark magic, or anyone’s negative view of dark magic. A few of his items has a dark attribute, he’s worked with people who had dark magic(like midna), and he’s taken care of dark fairies. Dark magic is just like fire or water magic to him, it’s another type of magic that just so happens to be used by bad guys a lot.

Wars gets along pretty well with Twilight. I’d like to think he’s close with everybody, and besides Time and Wind(and the more teasing relationship with Legend) Twilight’s up there. Probably tied with Sky.

Probably interacts with Hyrule, Wild, and Four the least, compared to others. They all get along, but he almost never actively searches for them to hang out.

Very vague whenever he talks about his adventure. Usually just says something about the war and refuses to elaborate. Everyone’s usually fine with this since most of them do the same thing, but he’s dramatic about it.

[fictional-actors-bracket]

Fictional media bracket, Round 1A.8

Propaganda under the cut:

The Steel Samurai: "A TV show about the Steel Samurai, a hero who has to continuously fight against his nemesis, the Evil Magistrate! Technically intended for children, the games repeatedly also show adults being hardcore fans of the show.

In the very first game Phoenix defends the main actor of the show, Will Powers, when he is falsely accused of murder and after that, fun little references to the show can be found in all subsequent games, be it Phoenix's ringtone being the theme of the show or the fan merch secret fanboy Edgeworth has in his office.

In-universe, the show is quite popular and also has a number of spinoffs:

The Pink Princess

The Nickel Samurai

A stage play in which the Steel Samurai and the Pink Princess are married and have a son named the Iron Infant

a knockoff tv show called The Plumed Punisher: Warrior of Neo Twilight Realm that even has a suspiciously similar theme song"

Darkwing Duck: [No propaganda submitted]