#i-wallspace system

[edwardkinsellaillustration]

Modern Home Office - Home Office

Inspiration for a large contemporary freestanding desk with white walls, a gray floor, and porcelain tile.

[iloverobots11]

Modern Home Office - Home Office

Inspiration for a large contemporary freestanding desk with white walls, a gray floor, and porcelain tile.

[cecilbaldwinfan]

Modern Home Office - Home Office

Inspiration for a large contemporary freestanding desk with white walls, a gray floor, and porcelain tile.

[alebyalessandra]

Modern Home Office - Home Office

Inspiration for a large contemporary freestanding desk with white walls, a gray floor, and porcelain tile.

[ibminternetofthingsfi]

Modern Home Office - Home Office

Inspiration for a large contemporary freestanding desk with white walls, a gray floor, and porcelain tile.

[rolandsbeanies]

Modern Home Office - Home Office Inspiration for a large contemporary freestanding desk with white walls, a gray floor, and porcelain tile.

[louweetomlinson]

Studio Home Office Minimalist freestanding desk porcelain tile and white floor home studio photo with white walls

[legendarceus]

can you tell me more about your pokemon horizons OC, Cadence? I really like their design and they're cool :]

YES OFC :D !!

their role on the airship is to keep track of where they're going and to make maps of the places the crew has been which specifc labels pertaining to the people on the ship rather than for worldwide understanding. they also double up as the bookkeeper ! i vaguely mentioned it in the other post about them but like. half of their wallspace is just bookshelves. and they also have one of those sliding ladders :) oh and they do have like a library system. you do have to check out books and return them once you're done. the books are for the whole ship after all. they're really strict on that policy and they emphasize it a lot when they meet new people who join the crew on the ship for an extended period of time which makes them seem kinda :/. doesnt help that they look tired due to limitde amounts of sleep (damn you perfectionist with making maps)

on the brightside they get a lot more approachable when they smile, which. doesnt happen much because like. visually they arent great at expressing stuff but it DOES happen, especially when theyre like mapping out constellations or talking about space and stuff. i realize i only drew them frowning or being neutral in the previous post WHOOPS,, i swear theyre not upset all the time. again just not great at facial expressions.

they're kinda indifferent to liko and roy once they join the team honestly. they don't MIND having them around but they'd prefer to be alone at first imo, at least until they manage to either 1. warm up (takes a while) or 2. infodump (which they can do fairly easily if given a proper oppurtunity to). they end up befriending the two by the second option after roy asks about the stars at one point or something lmao

speaking of that they kinda?? don't get social cues that well?? i mean kinda. it's mostly in like situations where there will be a massive fight with like people with malicious intent or something. they understand that those people want to attack them and stuff but they just. they don't get it. because of that they'll end up giving out lots of information (usually about really unimportant things) but it gets... its like. candence what are you doing. they're not our friends. and they know that but like ... wdym. they said something slightly incorrect about our current location i have to fix their mistake. they do not take things as threats until its too late and that will ultimately probably be their downfall

their pokemon. their ace is a milotic (the pokemon they fight alongside, the one whos usually out and hanging around, etc.) which they recieved as a feebas when they were young. only evolved recently. their other two pokemon, lunatone and solrock, are pokemon they've gotten to help around in their little space on the ship if that makes sense (like, organizing books and maps and whatnot) and they usually never leave their room :)

they're also like. 19. so theyre younger than the adults but older than the kids and theyre in the weird grey area which blehh. working through the issues that come with being fresh into adulthood or something. except i have no damn clue about that so just trust or something idk whoops

if you have like any specfifc questions i would love to answer them so!! i like talking about my ocs (too bad cadence is the only one i have posted rip)

heres some doodles !

[measlywritingblog]

Mercy - an excerpt

Summary: Alphara has a conversation with her Father about the feasibility of dealing with heretics nonlethally after coming off the high of her first successful capture.

It doesn't go well.

“Hello, Father.” Alphara said. “You called?”

“I received a report yesterday from your brother.”

She smiled. So He had heard of her success! “Then surely you know what I’ve come here to ask for?”

“And I will deny it.”

Her mouth fell open. She quickly closed it again and looked down at her hands.

“This talk would have happened before your first crusade.” He said. “Now it will happen earlier, with this intrusion of heresy deep into my empire.”

To His left, against the wall, a console she hadn’t noticed before flickered on. Without even a single glance from Him, images began to be projected onto the blank wallspace. Alphara recognized the silhouette of her ships outlined against the blackness of space, and the shadow of the heretic ship.

The image began moving. It was a replay of her Corps disabling the heretic ship’s weapon systems. 

“Your intentions were noble. For that I am grateful.” The video paused when He spoke.

“It worked, Father. Now those heretics can be redeemed. All I need is a tethering force like the one Romulus has-”

“You must understand, Alphara, that you and I are different from ordinary humans.”

“. . . I understand we are.” 

“But you do not understand my meaning. Mercy is the most fickle virtue.”

Father resumed the footage. There was a strange, misty distance in His eyes as He turned to look at it. 

“You must realize that, outside of the humans I have allowed in the palace, and outside of the humans chosen to be of your and your siblings’ corps, the bulk of humanity can be sinful. They are not like us, daughter. You need not feel such empathy for a sinner’s plights.”

“Father, are you saying-?” “I am not saying to cease all empathy.” Father stopped the video again, on the frame where a stray shot of the Centauri’s had missed a true nonlethal disabling of the weapons, where a single body floated out into space beyond the shell of the ship. “It is good that you have it. Our duty is to protect humanity. Rather, you must realize that those who are heretics bring it upon themselves. They had every freedom to choose the right path, and they did not.”

Alphara swallowed hard.

“I could have made all humans incapable of such sin, you know.” Father sat back in his chair. “I could have prevented the evil impulse that lies in their hearts. You know I am capable of it.”

A shiver ran up her spine. A memory. The people at the parade, singing and chanting in unison, their bodies no longer property of their own minds.

“But that would be a world where love had no meaning, would it not? Would any good decision in this world have value if there was never a choice in the first place?”

“No. You’re right.” Alphara replied. The alternative would be much, much worse.

“Precisely.”

“Then why,” she stiffened after the first syllables. She should not have spoken. She should not have, but it was too late. “Why destroy the heretics? Why not leave them alone?”

“Because they tempt others. It would be of little issue if they kept to themselves, but heresy spreads like a weed in fresh soil. They pull others from eternal happiness and bliss down into the darkness they cursed upon themselves. Culling serves as an appropriate deterrent.”

“Culling?”

“‘Eradicating’ would be the more politically correct term, but it is ill-suited to truth. Heresy is not a people, but an idea. There will always be more heretics. But culling lessens their spread. Hence, deterrence.”

Father leaned forward and reached for her shoulder. Before He touched, she tried to bring to mind some kind of emotion of reverence or understanding, but there was nothing that could cloak the dark knot welling inside her chest.

His touch was cold, but not overly so, not enough to prevent Him from frowning. “I know it is difficult. There will be none who envy your task.”

“I’m sorry, Father.”

“But with your deployment, you free me from this burden. For that I am ever grateful. Without this dilemma clouding my mind, I will better this world for those who choose to accept my love.”

She feigned a soft smile. “What do you have in mind?”

“You will see.” He smiled as well. “If you would like, I will personally update you on every change. You will know that you are making the most tremendous difference for me and for them in your duty. This I swear.”

“Thank you, Father.”

“You understand the price you must pay, however.” He released His grip. 

“Yes, Father.”

“It is what they do not see. . . to be God is to be a servant, not a king.”

END

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You can ask to be added to the tag list, but I probably won't be posting many more excerpts until I start revising. But I will still be flattered!!!

[kentonwrites]

Hiemal Update #2

So, I’ve been working on this draft for exactly 3 weeks (2 weeks actually since I was at the beach in between) and my current word count is 20,712. I’m like shearing through it at the speed of light. 

Don’t let that fool you though, there have been some major obstacles along the way. Several times I wasn’t happy with the draft and I would abandon it for a day, just to come back the next. It’s been a productive writing sprint, but not exactly a smooth one. 

In previous renditions of this book, there were 3 parts. I’ve gotten rid of the part system for this draft, but where I’m at now is essentially the end of part 1. Since I’m going to be extremely busy over the next few months, I wanted to finish at this natural stopping point so I can go back and leisurely edit what I’ve written instead of worrying about drafting part 2 just yet (I might get to that during NaNoWriMo!). A few issues I’ve noticed need addressed during my editing phase are:

1. Like always, it’s severely underwritten, scenes are thin, etc. I’m expecting to add at least another 5k to part 1. I know it’s probably going to end up being a shorter novel (70-75k?) but right now I feel like the chapter arcs are too rushed. 

2. There’s one chapter in particular (a flashback) that I am not happy with whatsoever, and I need to make the decision to either cut it and revise the chapters in the present, or just improve the chapter/its place in the narrative. 

3. Cleaning up misc. awkward phrasing/line edit because my first drafts read convoluted as hell.

4. I’m still a little shaky on the protagonist, Torr. I’m pantsing/discovery writing a good bit of this draft, and because of that the personalities of the characters now are sometimes unaligned with how they were in previous drafts. I don’t exactly know if this is a bad thing yet--it could just be because I see how different they are and automatically assume it is. I think Torr is more active now as well as intensely cerebral, and a more compelling protagonist. In my old version a big problem was Torr just existing and reacting to bad things that happened to her. In this version she gets to go out and experience things/make decisions. She feels much more mature, I think. I’m going to keep an eye on her.

Overall I’m content with how it’s gone thus far. I think once I’ve edited part 1 it might end up being one of the best things I’ve ever written, and since I haven’t been involved in writing for such a long time that feels great. It feels so new and different and experimental. 

Excerpts!

From chapter 14, “Smokee the Owlet”

I hadn’t planned to write this at all, it just came out randomly and I love it. It shows spiritually-conflicted Torr at her most unhinged. Content warning for self-harm/cutting.

Over the coming weeks I habitually trespassed the chapel. I returned several commentaries I’d finished, I prostrated before the altar, I replayed the scenario over and over again, modifying my actions until I was the heroine. I prayed to no avail. I prayed aloud to no avail. I held the chalice high above my head and asked God to shatter it at my whim, spritz my hair with glassdust. I paced the aisle reading Wisdom. I paced the chancel reading Van’s textbook. I pried a shard of tinted glass from an alcove and dragged its edge up my ulna and dripped the silvery blood on the podium, like it would rejuvenate the Spirit of God in this place, like the reredos would open a portal to the astral realms of Enoch. Each night I traipsed through the snow toward home, embarrassed beyond belief.

From chapter 17, “The Man in the Window”

This plot-line was never part of any old versions. I completely improvised it and it’s one of my favorite things ever. Torr is blackmailed into visiting the “town hermit,” a disfigured man who lurks in his window. This is a description of what she enters to:

I broke my grasp on the knob and ambled, knees stiff, beneath the entryway. My heart fluttered. The kitchen walls bristled with steel weaponry: maces, flails, morningstars, an enormous battleaxe. A harpoon taller than me mounted across the window. Wicked bludgeons, rusting spears, ulus, pikes, hammers and scythes. A grizzly leghold trap mawed over my head. Blades and serrated arrowheads on each square inch of wallspace. I turned to bolt, heat flushing my face, the safety net gone, plunged into animal fear. He shouted to stop.

“They’re not for you,” he said.

From chapter 18, “What I Did After Reading Matthew 5-7″

This chapter was also never in the plan. It’s formatted as a list, detailing how Torr’s behavior changes for the better (and worse) after reading the famous Sermon on the Mount. 

I shed my coat, my underclothes. Giddy at such an altitude, at such a slant. I sat in the roots and prickling thistles, laid supine, sunlight white on my chest and legs. Light snowfall down the valley; it clung to my lashes. I gazed up at the high blue cirrus, shivering, nauseous with the gravity, then at peace.

And, if that seemed strange, don’t worry--at the end of the chapter:

I asked myself who this person was, the one who thought about Christ and got naked in boreal forests.

See, she’s self-aware!

Lastly, from chapter 19, “Liminal Theologians”

I had an entirely different plan for this chapter from the start. Since the majority of part 1 is Torr off on her own, I wanted part 1 to end showing her relationship with her two friends, Van and Nik, since they’re instrumental in part 2 and especially in part 3. In this chapter they all go down to a bridge, fish, and talk about conspiracies. Unbeknownst to Torr (and me) one of them has brought alcohol. This excerpt is of Torr going on a drunken, TMI rant about her life: 

“I feel like there’s a lot nobody knows about me,” I continued. “I think about a lot of stuff all the time. I do weird things now. Well they’re not weird. They’re beautiful sometimes. I actually don’t know if I believe in God actually. Why am I the only one in the whole world asking the questions? And it’s all buzzing up here in my head and I have no one to share it with and I want to just scream do you know?”

“Torr,” Van said. “You have to stop.”

I’m going to take Van’s advice and stop this update before it gets too long. I hope you enjoyed! I’m not sure when the next update will be but stay tuned!

[between-two-buns]

Crispy potatoes ON a burger

Restaurant: Fairfax Tavern & Bar

Location: West Village, NYC

Toppers & Sauces: bbq mayo, smoked cheddar, crispy potatoes, red onion

Potato Pal: Old Bay Tater Tots (yes I said tots!)

Overall Rating: 4/5

We're starting off the Between Two Buns blog with this beauty. Working off of The Infatuation's list of Top Burgers in NYC (one of the best sources for food recs), my best burger pal and I chose this spot for a Wednesday Ladies Who Lunch – because sometimes you gotta treat yourself!

Fairfax's website reads: Birds, Burgers, and Booze. "We've Got It All" so clearly we were in the right place. The ambiance is also a delight with eclectic art, taxidermy (both birds and not birds), and other odds & ends filling every inch of wallspace. We also really enjoyed the folks we interacted with – they were attentive, fun, and laughed at our jokes – essentials of a successful Lunch with Ladies (especially two ladies who love to be told how funny we are).

Now.... on to the reviews & ratings (here's a link to our state-of-the-art rating system if you need to reference our proprietary approach)

Dem Buns: 4.5/5  

These buns had a truly excellent showing. Griddled and smashed a bit, they held up incredibly well again the juicy beef and smoky mayo – high marks for bun integrity. The ratio of bun-to-patty was also exceptional, so all-in-all deserving of high marks.

Patty Quality: 3.5/5

The burger was a well-cooked medium rare all the way to the edges which we LOVE to see. A 3.5 is still a very good burger, and this patty is nothing to cry about, but the toppings sort of steal the show.

Toppers & Sauces: 4/5

For those of you who grew up in the 90s (like me) do you remember the cans of "Potato Stix?" It's like if a ruffled potato chip got sliced into matchstick size chips? Yes? Maybe? No? Well – you know what you can do with those? YOU CAN PUT THEM ON A BURGER, and along with the pickles, red onion, and mayo it is a true delight, though I do think the "smoky" mayo could have brought a bit more smoky punch. (Also, if you're now hankering those Potato Stix, you can buy them here in bulk; you're welcome)

Potato Pals: 4/5

I don't think it's possible for a tater tot to score below a 3.5 – the tot is *unarguably* a superior form of potato, definitely in my top 5. These had an excellent crispiness and nice flakey potato-y inside. Their Old Bay seasoning felt a little light, though maybe that's because I'm used to the heavy handed dusting of Five Guys fries (oh don't worry, we'll come back to Five Guys).

Overall Rating: 4/5

I trust The Infatuation with my life (or at least my tastebuds), so I would expect most burgers on their "Best of" list to get a high ranking. But this is a yummy, fun, and interesting burger you should definitely try. And while The Infatuation recommends eating this burger alone at the bar, you can also try meeting a friend for lunch, ordering some prosecco and see where the day takes you.

[hauntedcloset-blog1]

Bearly a God || Eddie and Nora

“What the fuck? What the goddamn fuck?”

“Boo.”

Nora Pine, mayor wannabe, owner of Wallspace, proud citizen of Ashkent Creek, decided today was the perfect day to take her menagerie of animals and go for a nice picnic in the woods. Which was how the scene was set. Sitting picturesque under a large black gothic umbrella, Nora was sharing a feast with her closest friends. Barnabas, the horse, ate from a large pile of hay. Princess Fluffy, the caiman crocodilian took bites of a large chicken, spiders crawled over containers of food, bats hung in the trees around and a snake laid patiently across Nora's shoulders as she took a bite out of a rarely cooked hunk of meat.

Recently repaired camera in hand, Eddie embarked on a mission through the woods. His head needed clearing though he promised himself that he had just been spending too much time at home. The night spent with Owen, the anxiety that it had brought on, had left a mark on his psychethat he refused to acknowledge. Questions had popped up in his mind that he wasn’t ready to answer, so he began to hyperfixate on the supernatural underbelly of Ashkent more than he previously had. Currently, the sound of some creature weeping was guiding him through the forest. It sounded human, but looked like someone shaved their dog and then let it melt in the sun like a toy soldier. He thought it was kind of cute. The trail of tears stopped abruptly when the creature the Squonk found a menagerie of creatures and the presence of one Nora Pine. The camera that had been pointed at the ground slowly panned up and recorded the scene for a moment as Eddie muttered the words, “What the fuck?”

The scent of salt tear joined the party as a cute hairless bear joined the clearing. "Hello friend, please help yourself to anything you'd like to eat." She told the obviously supernatural creature, taking another bite of the barely cooked hunk of meat. The trailing footsteps had not been missed by her as the sweet scent of a moderately scared adult human entered her senses. His smell of soap and green apples was heightened, adding a bit of sulfur to the scent.Nora inhaled deeply, enjoying the second meal that had come to join them. Staring blankly into the camera she waited for the man to put it down before saying. "What about you? Are you going to join?" She pointed to a spot near her and her black and gray checkered picnic blanket.

Lowering his camera and powering it down, Eddie simply stood there dumbfounded for a moment. The scene that he’d walked in on looked like some sort of renaissance painting. “Join?” He echoed tepidly. The thought of making himself at home had not even crossed his mind. “I didn’t bring anything.” Ever afraid of imposing, Eddie was hesitant to join. “What, uh, what would I be joining anyway? You’re kinda givin’ me some godly vibes, which I dig, but I’m not a particularly devout individual.” He held the camera in front of himself awkwardly. “Promise not to smite me?”

"Yes, join." Recognization was slowly dawning on Nora, now that she saw the man behind the camera. Eddie. She followed his vlog. He liked supernatural things in Ashkent. She liked supernatural things and Ashkent. Of course, she'd found and followed him a long time. But then he said she looked godly. Nora saw the whole prank unfolding before her and knew, in that instant, she had to take it. "I know you aren't devout, Eddie. That's why I'm here to talk to you today." Reaching for the power within her, she created an illusion over herself, a tall black shadow, around 20 feet tall, with bright red eyes flickering in and out. "We need to change that." She smiled up at him, a finger stroking the face of the snake wrapped around her. "What would it take?"

The fear of God had been delivered directly to Eddie’s heart. He lost his balance trying to take a step back and ended up falling on his ass. Hitched up on his elbows, his eyes widened at the sight before him. It was too convincing to believe in at least a little. Not to mention the fact that his inner turmoil had pushed him to believe that he could use some spiritual cleansing. The vampire bite, the drunken night spent thinking he could be the reason someone died, as well as few of his other greatest hits. Eddie, mouth agape, found himself unable to reply for a solid few seconds. “Uh, I don’t… it’s not really something I think about a lot.” He paused for a moment before asking, “Are you gonna kill me?”

Eddie's fear drifted openly and heavily towards her, Nora took a moment to breathe in deeply, consuming the large amount of fear emanating from her poor new victim. It was a shame. She really was a fan of his vlog, but who was she to let a good joke go. "No Eddie, I am not going to kill you." If a face that refused to use its features to make expressions could look 'kindly', that was what Nora was going for. However, she had the feeling she just looked a bit conctipated. After all, she wasn't used to telling her facial features to move. "This is a picnic, a start of joy and new beginnings. Please, dust yourself off and come join. We've got much to discuss." She took another large bite of the barely cooked meat, refusing to drop her direct eye contact. "Confess your sins."

The news that death was not in his immediate future soothed Eddie to a degree. His heart took the chance to calm down a bit and attempt to make sense out of the situation he found himself in. Gods, as far as he knew, didn’t make house calls in this day and age. He wondered if it was some sort of fae trick, but a trickster would have probably been more killing to kill him. As long as he didn’t tell the being his name -- wait, it seemed to already know that fact about him. Fear was bubbling in his gut once more. Regardless of what title belonged to the startling creature, it had already proven itself to be strong. Animals revered it and it didn’t seem to be bound to a particular shape, though it did seem to issues with facial expressions. “My sins?” He stammered as he stood up and brushed himself off. “I ate pork the other day… does that still count or have we moved passed the deli aisle?” It was an attempt at levity paired with an awkward laugh.

The squonk seemed to be having difficulty finding food at her table. Considering it was filled mainly with meat, Nora decided that would be the likely problem. Reaching into one of her picnic baskets, she pulled out the salad she made, just in case someone joined, but had no plans on eating. She laid it out for the naked little bear and gave it a reassuring nod. "Please, dig in friend." Her attention turned back to Eddie, and as he talked about eating pork, as his sin, she reached for the power in her. Projecting a woman with a pig's face, just as big, but more detailed to replace her. It flickered out. "Forget everything the bible told you Eddie. There were religions before Christianity and there will be religions after. I am much older and far less concerned by what people eat." She emphasized the point by taking a big bite of her meat. "Now will I have to ask you to join a third time, or will you take a seat and stay awhile without necessary force?" To face the facts, Nora is a glutton for fear.

Benevolent was the word that came to mind when the figure offered options to the melted dog. Eddie noticed the Squonk softly crying into the salad and felt as though he had encountered what was truly a kindred spirit. The projection he had been shown shook him, but he reminded himself that he had seen worse. No stranger to nightmares, Eddie simply closed his eyes and told himself it wasn’t real. Even if it was, he felt that denial made for a better friend than fear. “Forget the bible; got it.” He announced as he hesitantly reopened his eyes. “I.. I’ll sit. No need to force me, promise.” Uncomfortable in his skin, Eddie realized that this ordeal had already forced him into a dirty, sweaty state. He felt truly disgusting, but the so-called-God didn’t seem to be the type who would let him take a break to go shower. He sat among the animals and awaited further instructions.

Eddie took his seat at her picnic, after many times asking him. The fear seemed like it was starting to lessen, something she didn't like, but he was getting used to his current situation. Sitting across from him she summoned an illusion of a pitch black spirit with ice falling from its eyes that went soaring towards him, an audible illusion of a screech filling their tiny place in the woods and causing birds nearby to flee. As the illusion swopped after Eddie, Nora had reached back in the grass behind her to grab another snake friend. The illusion gone, she wrapped it carefully around his shoulders, ensuring that he wouldn't be running anywhere soon. "What is the worst thing you've done, Eddie?" She wondered if or when he'd recall their online conversation and call her out for who she was. Or even ask what she was the god of. That seemed like an obvious question.

Unsure of why a God would be so interested in frightening him, Eddie had not seen the spirit coming. He nearly fell back once more, barely catching himself. Fear had certainly reintroduced itself into his system though, this time, it was paired with frustration. Eddie took a deep breath and allowed the weight of the snake to be placed on his shoulders. He didn’t recognize what kind of snake it was, but it seemed docile enough. He would make sure not to make any sudden moves around its head. His attention turned back to the figure that had beckoned him to sit. This was the first time he’d really gotten a good, up close look at Nora. There was a strange sense of familiarity as he slowly pieced together that he had seen her before. She was asking for his greatest sins when gods were usually on the up-and-up when it came to that sort of thing.  Frustration struggled to become his main emotion, but he fought against it. Eddie played a part for a living as an internet personality. He knew how to conjure up a mood. Quickly, he looked away from Nora and and shook his head. “I don’t know.” He said distantly. “I’m not sure if I should talk about it… even to someone as great and powerful as you.”

A surge of fear, then the fear ebbed. Wasn't he scared anymore? Nora stared at him, wondering where the fear went. She had done this for fear. Where had the fear gone? She examined him, a head tilting to the side as she considered. Carefully taking a bite of her meat she motioned a hand asking him to continue. "The great and powerful should never be content to sit idly elsewhere while their creations fumble in the dark. The great and powerful should be hands on in places with trouble. They should strive to make things happen, and enjoy themselves while here. I am here to help, Eddie. Don't you think that's a good thing? Tell me so I may help you."

The way Nora spoke was almost convincing; she certainly had a way with words. The illusions, still unexplained to Eddie, had also nearly pushed him to the brink of believing. It would’ve been nice, he thought, to feel as though he was important enough for a God to take interest in him. Maybe that was the most unbelievable part, but there was too much going on for him to focus on his own self-pity. “It’s a… a very good thing.” His eyes closed for a moment. “But, you see, it’s not something that I have already done. It’s something that I’m going to do.” He raised a hand, reacting as if it was acting independently from the rest of him, and sent it forward to carefully push against Nora’s shoulder. “I pushed the future mayor of Ashkent Creek.”

A hand raised he pushed her. He. Pushed. Her. Well, now this game was truly getting fun. Carefully she unwrapped the snake from his shoulders. "Eddie." Nora talked as she removed the snake from her own shoulders. "I am a kind an benevolent god." Slowly she made her way around the food and the animals, careful not to crush any underfoot. "That is why I am giving you a three-second head start." She turned to face him, emotionless, cold. "Run."

His head canted to the side, wondering for a moment if she was truly serious about this. Realizing that, if she was, he was running out of time. His feet finally listened to what his brain was telling them to do and began to run in the direction he’d originally come from. The weeping of the Squonk that had led him into this situation became faint, but Eddie sensed that something even more sinister was on its way.

This was fun. Making new friends was a blast. Eddie was such a fun playmate, Nora watched him take off in the opposite direction, fear dripping from him and leaving a bountiful trail for her to consume while following. "Ready or not, Eddie, here I come." The bear slid over her like a second skin, once something she feared but now an extension of herself. Hands turned into giant paws topped with knife-like claws. Her jaw jutted outward, growing for the numerous and large teeth that emerged. Then there were her eyes. Normally they were a forgetful green, nothing too extravagant but pretty none the less. In her bugbear state, they glowed red and fearsome. She let out a triumphant yodel as she began to barrel after Eddie.

The sounds coming from the forest only made Eddie run faster. A quick glance behind him revealed the bear that was chasing him. As much as he wanted to assume that he had been correct about Nora, this certainly was cementing the fact that she was some sort of ancient God. There wasn’t much time to think for Eddie as his body gradually grew winded and began to threaten to stop working all together. He was barely a few feet ahead of the great beast and something told him that he was about to lose that lead.

Nora would be lying if she said her whole mind was on this chase. The wind blew through her pelt and her mind wandered to 'I don't run enough. This is fun. Maybe Eddie will be my running partner.' He was slowing down. He could use the practice. His fear was surmounting, and Nora savored its smell and taste. As an actual food dish, it would be horrible. Green apples, soap, and sulfur. But as a fear? Delicious. As he slowed down just a fraction of an inch Nora sprang herself on him, dragging him down to the ground with her, and all her bear weight, delicately placed on top of him. Nora wanted to play with him, not crush him, after all.

Eddie actually managed to let out a muffled scream as he scrambled to cover his face with his arms as if that would protect him from being mauled. It didn’t take long him to notice the fact that teeth had not torn his flesh asunder. “What the fuck?” He mumbled breathlessly as a humorless chuckle escaped his lips. “What the goddamn fuck?” He peaked up at the bear through the space between his arms.

As Eddie peaked up at her through the space between his arms Nora's long bear tongue licked his nose. The game was complete and she won. Shifting back into a human, completely naked and very unashamed of that fact Nora stared in her monotone way at Eddie. "Boo." This had been so fun. If only he'd peed his pants. It would have been the perfect game.

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@squid-ink-personal: ask and you shall recieve.

Divine Beast Vah Aenja: shaped like a giant bombardier beetle (because Stagnox), or a centipede (because they're vaguely train-shaped? idk), this Divine Beast was crafted in order to protect not only the ancient Lomei Labyrinth and the surrounding waters, but also the neighboring lands of New Hyrule, in case Calamity Ganon overtakes the main Hylian landmass and decides to spread its' chaos even further. Due to being the collaborative effort between the greatest minds of both Sheikah and Lokomo, Vah Aenja is unique in that it is confined within the giant maze of rollercoaster-like tracks; the main mechanic of this dungeon is centered around carefully maneuvering the Beast in space. Alternately, there might be a smaller system of rails and Slate-operated minecarts inside of the dungeon, being the only reliable way to navigate the place.

Lokomo Champion... Can it just be Byrne? Same backstory, same name, same design, just adapted to the timeframe and visual style of BoTW? But a new Lokomo character would be nice as well — did you know there was an unused Lokomo Sage of Shadows?

Anyways, the Lokomo Champion was bested by either Phantomblight or Malablight (both referring to Malladus and Malice), and ever since that the Divine Beast kept polluting the skies with the dark, hazardous smoke, and sometimes local fishermen report seeing the oil spills in the area. Much like the Phantom Eyes, the Eyes of Malice plague every inch of wallspace in this dungeon, watching the courageous green-clad intruder restlessly. The local Blight fight is structured kinda like the Skeldritch boss battle from the ST, tho I'm not sure how it would work when fought in Hyrule Castle.

After freeing the Champion's spirit, Link is rewarded with a new ability. It allows him to "hack" rouge Guardians back, making them fight alongside him (one Guardian per ability charge)... Or maybe it has something to do with navigating the overworld more efficiently, like a temporary Byrne's prosthetic arm which can be used both as a clawshot and a weapon (inb4 BoTW 2 actually features this as one of the Zonai hand's functions), tho I prefer hacking the best. It can be named something like "Byrne's Cleansing" or "Byrne's Grasp".

Also: Anouki Divine Beast shaped like a deer/moose with massive antlers.

Also also: what if the Fairy Champion's ability was shrinking into a fairy? You know, like that one spell from Zelda 2?

Also also also: since these guys were portrayed multiple times as a somewhat neutral race and not just a subset of monsters, I propose that the Deku Scrubs deserve their own Divine Beast.

Divine Beast Vah Zelo: (like Ezlo!) The guardian of the minish. The shape of a massive mouse, this machine has corridors that require Link to crawl. Despite this, the Sheikah slate will activate the thumb sized terminals just the same.

I'm not sure what kind of blight our picori champion will have fallen to, but I figured their power to pass onto Link could be something like Luck? As a nod to kinstones from the Minish Cap, at least.

(I considered shrinking, but a champions ability needs to be something the champion used, and I don't think a minish need to be smaller than he already is!)

You could use this power to reveal any secrets in your area (shrines, memory locations, koroks, the like.) Hints to help someone struggling with a puzzle.