#grumpy legend

[zeizeizeizei]

Unpopular Juste Belmont Headcanons ⚔️

⚔️ He sometimes thinks his bloodline was a mistake

Unlike most Belmonts, who take pride in their lineage, Juste has moments of doubt where he wonders if the Belmonts should have never existed. He has seen the curse of their blood firsthand, and part of him believes they are doomed to repeat their suffering over and over.

⚔️ He speaks more languages than he lets on

French, Latin, German, even some ancient dialects—Juste’s knowledge of magic and history means he can read texts that most scholars wouldn’t even recognize. However, he rarely shows this off unless absolutely necessary.

⚔️ He doesn’t actually believe in the gods anymore

Juste goes through the motions of faith, but he has lost any real belief in divine justice. The things he has seen, the horrors he has endured—if gods truly existed, they have done nothing for him.

⚔️ He used to be just as reckless as Richter

Before he became cold and distant, Juste was once a passionate fighter just like his grandson. It was his failures and losses that turned him into the hardened, bitter man he is today. Seeing Richter act with the same boldness he once had is both nostalgic and painful.

⚔️Juste sees too much of himself in Richter.

And that terrifies him.

Richter is reckless, passionate, and full of fire—just like Juste once was. And Juste knows exactly where that road leads.

⚔️ He still dreams of the past

No matter how much time passes, his mind is still trapped in his youth. He dreams of the people he has lost, the battles he fought, and the things he regrets most. Some nights, he wakes up expecting to still be the man he was decades ago.

⚔️ He avoids looking in mirrors

It’s not that he fears them—it’s that he doesn’t recognize the man looking back. His reflection is just another reminder of how much time has passed, how much he has lost.

⚔️ He has seen horrors that even Richter couldn’t imagine

Whatever Juste refuses to talk about isn’t just a personal failure—it’s something darker. He has witnessed things that go beyond simple vampire hunts. There are things he knows that he will take to his grave.

⚔️ He despises the idea of dying a normal death

The thought of growing old and dying in obscurity terrifies him. Belmonts are supposed to die in battle, to go out fighting. He doesn’t know what terrifies him more—dying as a forgotten relic of the past or living long enough to become irrelevant.

⚔️ His hands used to be steady, but they aren’t anymore

Whether from age, trauma, or something deeper, Juste’s hands aren’t as steady as they once were. It’s not noticeable in combat, but in quiet moments, when he’s alone, he sees it. And it terrifies him.

⚔️ He has an old locket that he never opens

Tucked away in his belongings is a silver locket—its contents unknown to anyone but himself. Whether it holds a portrait of someone he loved, a family heirloom, a relic of his past, he refuses to open it. Yet he keeps it

⚔️ He prefers cold weather

Unlike many warriors, Juste dislikes heat. He finds cool, crisp air refreshing and feels more at ease in the cold.

⚔️ He never liked the Belmont estate

Despite being the heir to a great legacy, Juste always felt uneasy in the Belmont estate. The weight of generations of warriors before him suffocated him. Even as a child, he used to feel like the walls were watching him.

⚔️ Despite everything, Juste is still proud of Richter.

He will never say it out loud, but he watches, and he sees.

There is a small, buried part of him that hopes Richter will succeed where he failed.

⚔️ He still wakes up reaching for his old sword.

The sword is gone. The past is gone. But his hands still reach for a weapon that is no longer there.

⚔️ He secretly loves teaching, even if he acts indifferent.

Training Richter and Julia (in the past) may have been frustrating, but passing down knowledge gives him purpose.

Even when he claims “they never listen”, he takes quiet satisfaction in seeing them improve.

⚔️ One day, he might let himself rest.

Not today.

Not yet.

But one day, he might finally allow himself to believe that he has done enough.

Source: my 🍑 + my very VERY old gaming console experiences

Also let me-

Look at HIM!!!

*Goes off to play Harmony of Dissonance*

[gloomybadger4life]

@chaosmagetwin

[inumbrapugnabimus-maybe]

The sillies…

[zelda-the-sacred-realm]

The power of the Mask

I just finished my new artwork and I really wanted to show it to you!

I really love using extremely bright colors, and the magic of the mask has some beautiful ones!

This is the moment when Time brings the mask closer to his face, the contrast between light and shadow is released in beams of light!

Hope you like it! 💖

[monkiinart]

quick thing inbetween work

[linkbetweenlinksau]

Been thinking about Minish a lot lately

[happybearish]

skrimm my boy

[unhinged-as-hell]

Both Mel and Viktor are grumpy little black cats.

However, only one of them usually gets mad at a time, so the other can get them to calm down, but when both of them get mad at the same time?

Yeah...you better not get in their way.

[n0anix]

i miss my wife tails i miss her a lot

[mothfables]

♡ Bunny Flops ♡ - Part Two

(Legend has like 0.5 seconds of angst cause ✨trauma✨, but then it’s just fluff <3)

The second time it happens, the Chain is taking a much-needed break at Lon Lon Ranch. Several weeks have gone by since the first Incident (as they’ve taken to calling it when Legend isn’t around to hear), and it’s mostly passed from everyone’s minds by now.

Legend refused to answer any of their questions, growing embarrassed and awkward any time someone brought it up. Eventually they gave up and let him be, to his relief. He doesn’t want any of them knowing it’s a holdover from his Dark World form - or that he suspects that isn’t the only reason for his more...rabbit-like tendencies. Luckily (or, perhaps, unluckily in this case), those tendencies really only show themselves when he feels truly comfortable and safe, with a few exceptions.

(He doesn’t want to think about what it means that it’s happened around the other heroes. Thinking about it means acknowledging it, and acknowledging it means he has to face the fact that he’s let himself get close. Close to people who will just get taken away go away again.)

(He can’t go through that again. He can’t.)

As it is, Legend is curled up on the rug in front of the fire in the main house, his hands wrapped around a steaming mug and a fluffy blanket wrapped around his shoulders. Quiet chatter mixed with soft music flows around him. Chores are done for the day, none of his weapons are in need of maintenance, his belly is full, and he’s warm and cozy in a house that makes him feel as safe as he’s ever been.

Legend feels himself start to drift, his mind growing hazy and soft. Each blink is longer than the last, and he fumbles to keep from spilling his drink as he begins to drift off. Someone takes it from him, their hands gently easing it from his own, before patting him on the head. Half-asleep, he barely registers giving a soft chirring purr in response to the affection, hearing the other chuckle warmly as they continue petting his hair.

Sky smiles down at him as the younger hero begins to doze. He pauses for a moment to twist around, searching for the coffee table so he can put down the mug he’d taken from sleepy hands. Once that’s done, he turns back around to continue his ministrations, only to blink as he realizes the other boy is not where he’d left him.

He glances around, confused, before looking down and seeing Legend curled up on his side before the fire, blanket clutched in his thin hands and violet eyes blinking sleepily into the flames. Giving a relieved sigh, Sky shuffles closer and lays a hand on soft pink locks. Legend starts purring again as Sky gently pets his hair.

He only half-listens to the sounds of the other heroes in the room with him, most of his attention on the cozy bundle before him that is the young hero. As he weaves his hand through his hair, marveling at the softness of it, he senses more than sees someone moving to sit next to him.

“He’s doing it again, huh?” Warriors’ voice, hushed in the quiet peace that’s settled over them all, comes from his left. He joins Sky in reaching out and laying a gentle hand on Legend’s arm. The Vet sniffles once before sighing. Wars runs his hand along his arm in a soothing motion, and his eyes slip shut as he finally nods off.

“So, it’s not anything to worry about then, do you think?” Sky asks, keeping his voice low. “Since he’s just sleeping when he does this?” ‘This’ being tipping over and falling asleep with ease as compared to the restless, guarded nights they’re all used to.

Wars shakes his head. “No, I don’t think so. This is-” he stops, looking for the right words. Sky nods; he understands what his brother means.

This is an incredible show of trust. For the Veteran, prickly and snappish and guarded to his core, this may very well be the equivalent of lowering every wall he has and opening the door straight to his heart. Sky’s own heart warms at the realization. He lets himself trust that they will not hurt him, and in turn allows them to protect and care for him at his most vulnerable.

The Chosen Hero turns his head to meet the Captain’s eyes. They both nod, coming to an unspoken agreement that they will do everything they can to keep this trust. Their brother deserves to be able to let his guard down, to be able to open himself up, to know he has people he can depend on, and that none of it will be taken from him.

With a content sigh, Sky lets himself lean into Warriors, resting his head on his shoulder. They each keep a hand on their sleeping brother, protective and soothing both. The two of them will keep watch over their brother tonight, here in this house of safety and warmth and love, to make the most of every ounce of trust they’ve been given.

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[theecholegend]

A grumpy wet rabbit

the inspiration came from this post here

[enbyartist]

This is Artemis Entreri, right?

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Credits to @abib918 for the idea

[gloomybadger4life]

@local-enby @krista-kritical

[orc-with-sunflowers]

[zelda-the-sacred-realm]

It's so hot, that Time prays to Hylia for snow in the middle of summer 🤣

Also hairstyle against the heat unlocked!

[asktheritochampion]

Revali,

Gotta be honest, I'm a little worried this gift might look snoopy. I've heard a bit about how you do makeup on your feathers. Don't really know much about it, but I do know that minerals make a good ingredient for the stuff.

Here! It's based on iron. Real nice red color. Think it would be good for applying those cheek spots.

Happy Yuletide,

Daruk

Daruk,

The red feathers on my cheeks are not the result of make-up but of my youthful complexion, I'll have you know.

However, you are correct in that we Rito have a proud tradition of applying colorful paints and pigments to our feathers, I'm sure you've taken note of my impressively flawless eye paints in the past.

Almost all of our pigments are created using crushed insectoid shells for their vibrant colours - however this does come with he drawback of many of them being incredibly toxic if accidently ingested as well as often expiring quickly due to the biodegradable elememts.

Admittedly when I first opened your gift I thought you'd sent me someones ashes. I've admittedly never seen minerals ground down to a fine powder before, the colour is impressive - I always thought iron was grey so it's facinating to see it create such a vibrant red. I've given it over to the Village colorman to experiment with in creating something safe for feathers and shall update you with the results. This could prove an efficient new way to produce paint.

You know, if you're interested in Rito featherpainting, I'd be happy to demonstrate for you during your visit. A little eyeliner and some contour would likely bring out your features and give you an added air of intimidation in battle.

Speaking of your upcoming visit; I've had some accomodations set up. The inn was unsure if their beds would be sufficient for a Goron, so they've been working at creating something akin to a blanket nest.

Furthermore I am aware that Gorons consume primarily Rock-roast, however without the heat of volcanic lava pools to utilise for cooking, we've been unable to re-create something like this. As you are aware, we Rito consume small pebbles as a suppliment to our food to aid digestion, so our Village cook has been experimenting using small, porous stones boiled within broth to create something of a pebble-soup that theoretically both Goron and Rito could consume. I hope this shall be sufficient.

Remember to dress warmly, Hebra is unfogivingly cold to those without feathers.

Regards,

Revali

@askthegoronchampion