#quest eons

[smallmothwindchimes]

I have come to humbly request Halquius

Is this accurate, I don't remember a lot about Hal in the comic. But I die for any chance to draw Equius, so thank you anon.

By the way Google translate dicke titten from German if you don't know what it means. I dare thee.

I hope you enjoy the treat anon.

[shinysamurott9]

Finally got my Shiny Latias in Emerald last night!

This is actually a shiny I've had on the backburner for a couple years now. I actually got the idea for it back when I started hunting in the Battle Pyramid as the Pomeg Glitch that I used to smuggle in items actually spawned the Eon Ticket Delivery guy in the pokemon center, meaning I got the ticket by complete accident. It's actually really fun glitch that I'd really recommend looking into if you're struggling in the Pyramid or want some really interesting new targets.

I had a whole elaborate strategy by using Imprison to disable Recover and then using Conversion 2 to become completely immune to it's attacks on a second Smeargle after weakening Latias with the first. But I got really unlucky as Conversion 2 turns you into a random type that resists whatever you were last hit by, meaning I had an equal chance of becoming either steel or psychic type instead of Dark Type like I wanted. This led to me wasting turns on healing and the battle dragging out longer than I wanted. So I cut my losses with trying to catch it in a Luxury Ball and just Master Balled it.

[kazzzmataz]

*through tears* dear games that literally do have autosave but Not before a boss fight i would just like to ask you........... why...

[moss-feratu]

This has been sittting in my drafts forever so id figured id post it finally. theres no other part i was just motivated by the mercer attack scene (Nirelle is my high elf character)

Nirelle couldn't do anything except watch as Mercer pulled back his arm and snapped it forward. It landed perfectly between the edges of her armor, slicing through her winter underclothes with a practiced ease. The blade effortlessly slid between her ribs and into her chest. A fiery pain like no other tore through her, ravaging through her entire body. She tried to scream but the poisoned arrow wouldn't let her, only a soft gasp of air escaping as her chest heaved with the weight of the blade. She tried in vain to lash out, to thrash, to roll herself away from the monster of a man standing above her. 

She couldn't even blink.

All at once, the fire smothered out, leaving her sapped of energy. Her body felt vacant, empty, and detached from her mind. She could just barely make out the soft red glow emanating from Mercer's blade as he wrenched it from her. She watched in horror as the small scratch on his face healed. 

So that's what the enchantment was.

She didn't feel anything after that. Maybe that was for the best. Her vision began to blur, shapes and colors blending together. The last thing she could make out was the triumphant grin on Mercer's face, and the old bones of Gallus. She felt a sort of morbid kinship with the skeleton in the snow. Both of them cold, hollow, and unmoving. Left to die by a man they once trusted. 

[vaugarde]

Oh the PSMD music playing during the Latios cutscene is such a nice touch

[larryshapiro]

Crittenden Vol. Fire Dept., Alden, NY

[reginrokkr]

𝐗𝐕. It is no exaggeration to say that Jué is everything to someone like Jinhsi, whose growth is far from any other person due to a lack of parents or parental figures in her life. When she had yet to have the first suspicions about the dead infant of the stories of Mt. Firmament being her, Jué was there for her in mind and spirit, teaching her and sharing with her its own life in bits and pieces that wouldn't deter her from her maximum growth potential it had first seen when their resonance reverberated in unison before she passed away. Its way of teaching her about the world and to transmit with time that future responsibility she would have, of a sacred duty towards human gave her ethereal insights of a bigger picture in comparison to more mundane and humane, equally as important perspective from other mentors she had in her life such as Xinyi and Changli.

Despite lacking a physical presence in her life for most of the time, their connected consciousness allowed it to soothe her from her nightmares and inner struggles every time like a most special treasure that would continue to be even in the moment of their confrontation when Jué put Jinhsi's safety above its own life.

When the tales of the dead infant manifested as a reality true to her own past and with it, the realization that Jué hid its suffering from her for the past decades, it didn't become any different from what it already was for her. With that discovery came eternal gratitude for reviving her even at the cost of a Temporal Program and everything that would entail its loss of entire control over the Temporal Mandate, but also that of grief and regret for being unable to perceive earlier its struggles after it has helped her overcome her own every time.

Jinhsi is aware of Jué's kindness towards her in its choice to freeze the entirety of Jinzhou at the detriment of its own life with hopes for the future that it'll be saved, and it is not out of some manner of defiance towards a figure that had given so much for her and that was about to consume itself in its entirety to keep her safe, but because she wanted to give Jué a chance to life just the way it did for her when her strength gave up on her in her infancy. For this reason, responsible as she has always been with the powers she bore since she was a child, after her Second Resonance Awakening she works tirelessly to master her powers as she would for the first time —now that they encompass much more and their influence is significantly higher than they were before— so one day she may restore Jué's health to completion.

[emacrow]

The Gods were ecstatic, Their very being were quaking with excitement minus Zeus whom was put in the time out corner.

They been waiting for eons for a New Godling to form since Arthur and Merlin, but the new generation of humankind can't even do one simple translation of the supposed dead language that until Spirit Piece of Kronos now named Clockwork mention a godling of Balance and Space will form between the living and the dead that has gotten Hades's interest peaked.

So begins the ritual once more on whom get to care for the baby Godling once or hopefully This child will be complete his prophecy quest with the Ancients Gods and Goddess watching over form above and below. In hopefully anticipation..

Seeing the ghostly child defeat many infinite deceased spirits of long passed gods including helping kindred spirits such as Pandora, Frostbite of the Frozen Giant Yetis, Wolfe and even Clockwork to the point of defeating his evil future self, beating the tyrant mad infinite king, and saving the very planet from a world ending asteroid that was due to certain someone accidentally sneezing.

The time has arrived as he had completed his final trials to the point that the Three Sister of Fate see that his string that translucent into a beautiful woven of blinding gold mixed with blue and green together into a neverending infinite so like the infinite string yet seemingly finally merging and slowly changing into one a godling, one of both living and deceased never one or the other.

A perfect balance.

As the time of being with mortals was now over as Danny whom just went to bed after a year of the supposed world ending asteroid, disappeared in a vanishing of golden stardust.

Only to wake up in the middle of a very large table on a ridiculous soft space designed cot meant for baby, only to noticed his hands were small and pudgy before noticing that he had a audience discussing or arguing on who get to raise the Godling

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Head Canons:

The Wishing Well

Yandere Kraken x Fem Reader

TW: Tentacles, teratophillia, monster fucking, etc

When you were a child, you were often told about a wishing well deep within a sea cave. A well that would grant you any wish your heart desired so long as you made a deal of equal standing with the magical creature that resided in it. Yet most of your fellow villagers said the price was always worth more than what you desired… and the forest was extremely dangerous.

There was a tale about a king who had wished for more riches, yet he returned from the well with no hands so he could no longer hold the gold he had so foolishly sought out.

There was another tale of a woman who went to the well to wish for a child, yet she returned from the well with a round stomach. The villagers all said her baby was a monster.

You were told only one good story about the well. A story of a man who had went to the well to wish for his wife’s health to improve. A hopeless romantic, your peers called him. A man who successfully made a wish and had his wife healed from her incurable disease… yet he never returned from that well. The villagers all assumed the worse, that he sacrificed his own life for his lover…

These stories terrified you as child so you never really thought about the well. At least not until you reached adulthood, anyways. When your village was being threatened by orcs from foreign lands. Your village would perish if they didn’t surrender all of their women to the invaders.

Your villages population was mostly elderly people so there were only ten options of women to send off and you were one of them. You didn’t want to be the whore of an invader, you wanted to marry your lover, Valo… a handsome young man who lived by the seaside on his own. He was a bit eccentric, but you could see yourself with him.

There was only one way to save yourself and your village. And that would be to use the well.

And so you journeyed deep into the frozen sea cave on your quest to liberate your land. Your hopes high despite the small bit of dread that pooled into your stomach. The price shouldn’t be too bad… no. It didn’t matter what the price was. Because you’d rather die than lose your dignity.

Your journey took over three hours, but you finally stood in front of the old well. It was so much larger than the stories had described… and it seemed bottomless from how pitch black the water was.

“H-hello? I’m here to make a wish.” You yelped when a masked face popped up from the well. The man’s muscular upper torso leaned on the edge of the well to stare at you.

“A wish?” The man’s voice was raspy, almost as if he hadn’t spoken in eons. “I haven’t received a wish yet… okay. I’ll grant your wish if I like it.”

What did this man mean by that? Was he the creature of the well? You tried to see what was behind the man’s upper torso yet it was impossible to get around this man.

“No need to be shy. I want to hear what your wish is. You’re the first human I have seen.” Oh? But this well has been here for generations… perhaps the creature within it changed every so often?

“I’m here to save my village from invaders.” You gasped when he grabbed your jaw to tilt your head towards him.

“How noble… I don’t believe that’s all you want though. You’re hesitant.” The man chuckled at your flushed cheeks. “Are you afraid of me?”

You cast your gaze to the floor which made the man burst into laughter. “Goodness! How fun! Please be honest or else you had made this journey for naught.”

“The other girls and I will be sacrificed to the invaders to be… to be their wives or slaves.” Your voice is so soft yet it echoed throughout the icy cave. “Please help my village! I don’t want to be with someone I don’t love-“

You felt your heart stop when the man’s masked face was now only a few inches from yours. His violet eyes studied your form in interest before he sat up. “You’re not lying and I find you quite pretty.”

The man snapped his fingers and a contract appeared from thin air, the words written on it were in an olden tongue you couldn’t grasp. “I will grant your wish but you must sign this contract. I don’t want you to butt out of our end of the deal.”

“Deal?” You’re puzzled by the man who laughed at your gobsmacked expression.

“Duh. Wishes aren’t for free otherwise more people would come to me.” The man nodded his head at her.

“But what is it that you want from me?” You asked the man who merely gave you a smirk.

“I’ll tell you once your little invader issue is resolved. Until then, you’re free to go about your life.” You bit your lip but ultimately signed, the man quickly snatched up the contract as his body spun in circles in the pitch black water of the well. “I’m thrilled! It’s been so long since I’ve had company…”

The man turned to her with a grin. “You said you’ll only be with someone you love, right?”

“Yes?” The man nodded his head and snapped his fingers, the contract disappeared into thin air.

“Then it’s settled. I will collect you when the time is right.” The man then waved you away as you made your long journey home. The man was now absolutely giddy. Was this how his mother felt when she met his father all those centuries ago? He was so happy that you were indeed the one.

You did go about your life and was surprised to hear how a kraken destroyed the invaders’ ships. It was a terrifying site to see the dismembered bodies and ship wreckage on the frozen shores of your home… yet it was satisfying. Everyone was safe, just as promised.

There was no longer the threat of foreign invaders… which meant you were able to spend more time with your lover. The violet haired man beamed at you when he invited you to walk on the icy beach with him.

“Once winter is over, why don’t we get married?” Valo blushed when you took his hand in yours. “The sea is always bursting with life in the summer…”

“I’d love to.” The two of you giggled in bliss. Yet you couldn’t help the nagging feeling in the back of your mind that the man from the well would call upon you soon to pay off your end of the deal…

After that day with Valo, you were plagued with nightmares of a creature from the deep. A violet kraken that wrapped its tentacles around your small body and plunged you into the depths of the dark ocean. The tendrils would squeeze you in ways that were salacious. The violet appendages would shove their way down your throat and into your poor hole. It was such a terrifying nightmare, one that always felt so real.

You’d often wake up with sore arms, legs, and sometimes sore nether regions from these dreams. Perhaps you should spend more time with Valo? Your lover always made you feel more comfortable…

And it was now summer! The two of you were going to get married soon, anyways. It wouldn’t hurt to see Valo…

And so you went to your lover’s home on the shore. Your fellow villagers quirked a brow at you. They never knew why you went to the beach so often with a smile on your face since you always came back empty handed.

No one had lived on that shore for centuries after the fisherman disappeared to save his wife at the well in the sea cave.

“Valo?” You approach the violet haired man who gives you a bright smile. His violet eyes eerily shine under the moonlight as his body remained half submerged in the sea.

“My dear, it’s time to pay off your debt.” You freeze when you hear the familiar voice of the man from the well leave Valo’s throat. “You said you’d only be with someone you love, so it’s time for you to pay your dues.”

You scream when violet tentacles shoot out from the murky water and wrap around you. What? But… how? These were the tentacles from your nightmares. The violet tendrils that wrapped themselves skeins your pliable body when you were in dream world… the tendrils that fucked you.

“V-Valo?!”

“I’m sure you’ll love our new home… it isn’t often a kraken finds their mate.”

[edenaziraphale]

There's a lot to be said about the weaknesses and strengths of the writing in Dragon Age games, but for me there's nothing that trumps the way the writers' implicit biases shine through in their treatment of various characters. Anders and Solas showcase the very worst of this. Functionally Anders and Solas could (and I would go so far as to say should) operate as foils to one another. Anders is a victim of decades of abuse at the hands of both individuals and a system that demonized him from a very young age. We are given information about his childhood and time spent in the circle that makes it explicitly clear that Circles are an unjust and abusive system that traumatized him so much that he fled multiple times regardless of the fact that he knew the abuse would escalate each time he escaped. In the end, he chooses to chance death and lifelong struggle via conscription because it is his only shot at escaping his current reality. After that, in DA2, it's made clear that Kirkwall's circle is even worse. Karl is made tranquil, the templars are mad with power, and it's heavily implied that the tranquil are utilized as sex slaves and that some templars may even be selecting mages for tranquility based on their desire for them alone. In the light of all of that, Anders makes a very desperate and destructive choice. Regardless of how players feel about his actions, it's not really up for debate that the context surrounding them creates mitigating circumstances and a sympathetic backing. He was attempting to affect positive change for a group of people facing fates that the game makes clear are worse than death. Despite this, the game's writing treats him as an unsympathetic villain whose actions are not only reprehensible, but completely beyond the realm of human understanding. That dynamic at the end of DA2 carries into DAI. Solas, on the other hand, is on a quest to undo his own actions. His initial construction of the Veil and the problems that it caused can be viewed with (some) similarity to Anders circumstances in that Solas was attempting to right a wrong done by someone else, but the key difference is that, unlike Anders, who was a powerless victim attempting to free other powerless victims, Solas was on a revenge quest to avenge the death of his friend and had an incredible amount of power within the system that he existed as a part of.

His actions had horrific consequences that birthed what is essentially an entirely new existence for everyone in Thedas eons before the start of any of the games. He finds the outcome of his own actions intolerable, and seeks to reverse them. He harms friends and allies to do so, and makes it explicitly clear that he does not care who he harms or what the consequences are to Thedas or the people who live there in his quest to bring back the version of the world that he liked better. Functionally, Solas makes an excellent villain. He stands out from Anders (who operates in his narrative as a symbol of the rage and disenfranchisement of the powerless) as a representation of power and ego unchecked and the damage that they can cause.

Unfortunately, the writing of the game treats him as though he is the tragically complex victim of forces outside of his control when he is in fact the over-powered puppeteer. He is very much the master of his own destiny and he intends to be the master of everyone else's destiny as well by ripping apart the fabric of reality. No character in the series better demonstrates the writer's biases than Varric, who, as a narrator for DA2, essentially acts as the moral arbiter telling players how they should and should not feel about events, explaining what is and is not moral. His reactions to Anders stand out in sharp relief against what we see of his reaction to Solas in the Veilguard releases so far.

To be clear, I don't hate Solas as a character. I think as a villain, he works very well. His complete and total disregard for the wellbeing of others paired with his affect of wise and gentle mage are compelling to witness. His motivations are understandable from the selfish and self-centered core of us as people. He's a fantastic reminder of what happens when we decide that we know what's best with no input from others, when we pursue our desires above all else beneath the veneer of wisdom. He's fun, well rounded, and interesting. He is not, however, a tragic and morally justified sadboi victim of circumstance, and I resent that the writers treated him as though he was.

[blackknight-kai]

Hello there, greetings!💗💗

Sincerely hoping it doesn’t make you uncomfortable or anything of the sort, how would The Destined One and Wukong (separate) react to you asking to sit on their face?😏😏🙂‍↕️

P.s- only answer if you feel like it of course❣️

Hehehehehehehehehehe I like this question. I’ll do my best 🫶 I hope comes out okay!!!!

I feel like at their core Wukong and Destined One are the same. And what I mean by that is more so that they are unequivocally attracted to you and while they will react differently both would 100% LIVE to please the ever living fuck out of you if you asked them. They are hungry for you and your pleased sighs and sounds. While they may be focused on other things 90% of the time the moment you flip that switch you better be ready because that intense focus and drive they have for battle and questing/adventure etc? Yeah that’s gonna be on you.

(Gets spicy but not overly explicit so be warned, minors DNI!!!!)

Destined One

Regardless on if you just ask out of the blue or it’s during spicy time, I feel like he’d be surprised/flustered by your request. Not expecting such a bold question

His expression would go slack as your words caught up to him, his heart would be pounding and his blood would feel like its boiling with how HOT his body just got - I bet he shudders JUST a little, enough to send a slight ripple in his fur from the top of his head down to his toes.

He doesnt have a grand reaction outwardly but by the slow lazy swish of his tail starting to flick sharply behind him, you know he’s effected by your words

His surprise wouldn’t last long whatsoever, he’d regain composure, or well, his surprise would turn into laser focus. His expression now one of hot stoic intensity making you shiver at the volume of HEAT his eyes speak to you and the way his body tenses just like when hes readying himself for a fight

You’d hear one heavy breath leave him and hed give you one very pointed nod and then its game on

Moves VERY swiftly, you almost dont see him. One moment he’s a few feet away and with a blink he’s RIGHT THERE. Hot hands gripping your waist tightly

He will NOT waste time. Nope. You lit this fire youre going to have to let the flames lick you until it burns out - heh

He is STRONG so he’d absolutely manhandle you but he’d do it with gentle impatience.

If he’s REALLY impatient his claws might accidentally rip a little hole in your clothes and he’d give you an apologetic look but is he stopping? No.

As he lays on his back, your thighs on either side of his head, his face is set with intense determination, it would be kinda funny if he didn’t look so….hungry.

You can hear his tails thwacking the ground (or bed whatever) as it flicks to and fro. He is READY for this meal

He wont force you down on him, but his eyes will flick between your face and the naked heat between your legs, silently begging you to take your seat

His claws would flex, clenching and unclenching against your the skin of your hips as he holds you literally holding himself back from taking

His heavy breaths would make you shiver as you finally decide to give you both what you need

As you settle down over his eager mouth he groans, its heated and desperate like he’d been waiting eons to taste you

He’s going to make it so good for you

Might be a little sloppy at first in his eagerness but once he gets going damn does he focus on the places that feel the best for you

His eyes would never ever shut for more than a quick rare blink. He’d be watching your every move his gaze roaming over you from your blissed expression to your wet heat

His hands at first would grip just your waist but over time they’d slide to your thighs holding you to him as you twitch and grind against his mouth and expertly flicking tongue

He will not be stopping, by the way, his simian nostrils will flare as he breathes heavily but he’d rather suffocate then stop hearing your moans or tasting your pleasure

You’re gonna cum? Good. Do it. He’ll take it and more

Pride and possession would fill his chest as you shudder above him gushing over his tongue, HE made you do that.

He’s gonna make you do it again, adding his fingers this time for extra stimulation as he coaxes you to start moving your hips against his mouth again

At some point though hes probably going to push you on to your back as he continues eating you whole

He is in LOVE with tasting you and hasn’t had his fill yet

By the time he allows you a break your going to be a shivering panting filthy mess and the fur on his face soaked with your pleasure

He’d crawl up your body leaving wet kisses in his wake and while he expects NOTHING of you but to lie there and relax as he takes himself in hand, if you reach out to assist him he would needily groan a desperate sound in your ear as he buries his face against your neck

Wukong our fav monkey king!

This cocky little asshole.

He is an absolute menace and a tease on a good day as it is

You asking if you can sit on his face? Oh boy

Be ready for some bullshit as his face slowly morphs from pleasant surprise to a very large cocky as fuck smirk

He would definitely tease you, his body language relaxed as though hes unbothered, his words taunting as he tries to act as though your question didn’t stir something in him

His tail would lazily flick and swish but the growing heat in his eyes gives him away

Would make you say it again, just because it feeds his ego and he likes being a little shit. Plus, seeing you get impatient or flustered is his favorite pastime

You’d think he would be impulsive and jump your bones, but no. One of his worst traits after being alive so long is learning patience and self restraint in moments like these

Dont mistake his playful teasing nature though

He is FAMISHED the minute those words first left your sweet sweet mouth

Looking closely you’d notice the turbulent possessive heat in his eyes. He’s like a predator who has locked on to his prey

He wont make you wait long or push your buttons too much though, not wanting you to change your mind and prevent him from getting his meal

He’d lazily lie down for you to take your rightful place BUT from how taut his body is you can tell he’s eager and excited. Clearly holding himself back from just taking

A hum of contentment and interest would leave his throat as you settle yourself with your knees on either side of his head

Wukong would definitely lick his lips, his mouth watering in preparation for what is about to come

He is a tease so instead of getting to work or letting you just fall onto his face he would grip your hips preventing you from moving.

His strong hands would hold you in place effortlessly as his rubs his furry cheeks against your thighs enjoying the feel of your skin against his face as he smirks up at you knowing what you want but not ready to give it to you juuuuust yet

He’s mouthy and cheeky so expect him to not shut up as he teases you for how ready you are for him as his eyes roam over you

Filthy words would tumble out of his mouth just so he can watch as you get wetter with anticipation

Just to watch you squirm he might lean up and flick his tongue against you before laughing as your body twitches

If youre listening you can hear his tail thump against the ground (or bed whatever) displaying that although hes exercising new found patience right now, he truly is just as needy as you are.

Wanting to make you even more desperate he’d teasingly flick his tongue against you here and there, no pattern and as though he has no care.

Your thighs would be nipped and sucked too as he chuckles up at your pouting needy face

When he finally lets you take your throne he is like a monkey STARVED

He’s messy, not afraid to get in there, but his mouth works with purpose

He’d be groaning at your flavor as though you tasted just like an orgasmic sweet juicy peach that he loves so much

His hands would wonder stroking from your thighs up your hips to squeeze at your chest possessively as you move against his mouth and tongue

He’d growl low in his chest as you moan and sigh his name, his claws grazing your skin and plucking at your nipples as he makes it his one and only duty to make you reach your peak

A possessive groan comes out of him as he feels your thighs tremble knowing youre close

But at the last second he lifts your hips from his drenched furred face with a devilish smile, laughing as you give him the dirtiest look he’s ever seen

He’d coo at you teasingly before leaning up and kissing wetly from your thigh to your heat, sucking noisily as he goes. you shiver and goose bumps break out over your skin but he doesnt let you budge as he takes his time worshiping you

It’s when he guides you back down, expert fingers starting to join his tongue that youre given free rein to move as you please again

He keeps his heated focus your face, his eyes demanding that you dont look away from him as finally brings you to orgasm

Watching you come undone and moan his name sends ripples of pride and hunger through him. Possessiveness rears up inside him as he knows only HE can bring you this

He’d watch you intently and rub your thighs and stroke his hands up your body as you both breathe heavily for a moment trying to catch your breath

He wont let you rest long though, oh no.

He’s fired up now and its as though he MUST watch you fall apart over and over until HE is satisfied that hes proven his worth as your provider of pleasure and satisfaction

He is a KING and demands your pleasure and he will get it

Wukong would yank you back into place above his mouth and would get to work, this time with a fierce determination, one that makes your toes curl as his eyes bore into you

He’d ignore his own raging need (for now), unless you happen to take pity on him and reach back to slip your fingers under his clothes and stroke him to return the favor and attentions he’s bestowing on you

[emkini]

c!Tubbo animatic in 2024 let's go

FAQ:

Link in rb

This centers on c!Tubbo but c!Beeduo and their storyline are featured heavily

Yes, I am new here. In 2024. Does that make me cringe? Probably. Do I care? No

This isn't the first animatic I posted about here that one's still under construction. I made this to counteract burnout from it

I'm here to have fun and make stuff; these fictional minecraft dudes and their piglet have broken my art block for the first time in eons and I will not be deterred from my quest for joy and whimsy

I am running off of sheer vibes here. canon is but an auxiliary to the plot in my head

[citrusai]

something very beautiful & tragic about solas spending eons alone and the moment he gathers the strength & power to fulfill his quest is the moment he meets someone who he's seen by fully for the first time. no longer keeping someone at arms length, holding the proverbial dagger behind his back to strike when they inevitably betray him. but in true cosmic irony, he has to lie by omission to protect the one he loves and subject them to the same loneliness he walked through because he believes it's a mercy. well anyway.

[phoenixcatch7]

The One Fact Pact

I want to see a fic where the chain is rigorously keeping their secrets and stories hidden, but they've all learned to trust one another. Like, it's past time they should probably be sharing things because it's beginning to get annoying, they all agree, but it's sorta become a habit by now? They kept those secrets and now no one really wants to share first?

So, to keep things interesting and get some momentum going, they make a deal.

Whenever they come across something that reminds them of their travels, their quest - be it an item, a familiar name, a location - they've got to share ONE fact or story about it.

But only! When they're in other people's time, because otherwise it'll just be a staged tour and one person infodumping and that's exactly what they're trying to avoid (and it won't be a fun competition they can make bets about).

And then either they go through worlds slowly building trust and understanding of each other through a long drawn out and incidental series of tidbits....

Or they immediately get stuck in wild's hyrule for ages.

Everyone's arguing over who the latest ruin belongs to. Time and wind are getting into an argument about the kokiri. No one can agree on the zonai. Wars is taking immense pleasure in pointing out anything someone else might have missed. Legend is resolutely ignoring eventide. Twilight claims the entire faron woods until they step into the hot and humid jungle for the first time.

Wild thinks he's immune because it's his world so he legally can't answer questions, but everywhere they visit there's a piece of his own story in the rubble or on the wind.

Wild: *happily making tea and checking his slate with the other hand* okay, looks like tomorrow we can reach the breach of demise and to new serenne stable. Just past that- Sky: *choking on his drink* the what?? Wild: the breach? Sky, weakly: Why's it uh, called that? Wild: oh, it's an old story. Apparently eons ago it's where a demon godking came up from underground to the surface world... *suspiciously* Why? Sky: gimme the slate. *squinting at the shape on the map*... I can neither confirm nor deny. Wild:... What do you mean? Sky, remembering the One Fact Pact: I can neither confirm nor deny. What's important is that I killed him. The entire chain, variously: YOU KILLED A DEMON GOD?!!? Sky *recalling the hardest fight of his life*: what, like it's hard?

And then he just refuses to elaborate.

[moss-feratu]

I love Cicero hes my malewife

[andieperrie18]

Watching her fall in love

A/n: DISCLAIMER, I just wanna clear out that I HATE Mikio, OR LOATHE him. The man died too quickly for my liking. But I am currently at an emotional but productive mode in my Mizu x Reader fanfic. I needed to vent some writing. I just needed to write somethings to hurt myself, so now I would like to share my pain. I kept this one vague but clear cause certain parts would likely be in the fanfic. So please bear with its corniness and i do hope you enjoy and share some thoughts at the comment section how to make Mikio's suffering a bit more satisfying

Pairing: Mizu x Reader

Series: Blue Eye Samurai

You know she deserves to be happy. There was no reason for her to continue her vengeance now that her mother was actually alive and now has been encouraging Mizu to leave your debt and settle down with the man her mother had found that will surely provide for her.

Not that Mizu was not cared for in your home, with a small dowry left by your deceased father and the a simple home on a piece of land from your husband who worked tirelessly to own for your future before circumstances decided to rob you of the life that you could’ve had with him let alone have a child of your own.

After coming to terms with things, you swear to never love any other man than your husband. But the tides of fate didn’t really like that.

You were on your way home when you found a wounded Mizu on your way. Lucky enough, your place was near when she came stumbling in your arms clutching her bleeding side. In your home, you treated her, fed her and provided her all the necessary things to hasten her recovery despite her constant attempts to deny any more further gestures.

Your persistence rivaled hers and she can’t really do anything than just accept it if she wants to continue her quest for revenge. But she days go by and she can finally function properly, the closer she has become to you. Of course you already knew that she was a woman, tending to her wounds did require you to have her lay bare before you while under unconsciousness. But her eyes, a part of  her body that she has come to hate as it was the most visible defect of how she is immediately considered as a monster. You were no stranger to being cast aside so you know how to provide her the right words and comfort.

From that point on, she’s been your constant company either at your small plantation or someone to share food on the dining table. With her harsh childhood and upbringing, Mizu’s cold exterior was very hard but once you do reach her,  she is as gentle as a spring water bathing you in in cold warmth under a harsh sun.

“You know that I’ll leave as soon as I reach recovery,” she said with a frown as she sat across from you from the entryway. The evening was  young but the skies were burned by a millions suns from eons away and the full moon lingering among them. You looked at her as she did as well, there was a hint of sadness in her icy blue eyes.

“I know, and I will not force you to stay, if this path is what you need to find peace at the end of your road, then do so. Just know that when you’re ready  to find your peace, my doors are open to your company,” you offered a smile, one that she did return. One that had you marveling at it all throughout the night.

You haven't come to terms with your feelings with Mizu for quite a while and believed that you really cared for platonically. She has found a great friendship with you and you to her.

As a ‘friend’, you were lucky enough to be there at the small ceremony. Mikio didn’t want anything to do with her and denied any act of consummating their union. But Mizu didn’t worry much as you have provided a great company. Cracks to your resolve showed when you had succeeded to provide Mizu an opportunity to create connection with her husband. You had encouraged her to try approaching the man and keep in mind how persistent he is with that one particular horse he has been taming for days in your observation. Soon, Mizu was having a small conversation with Mikio while you watched.

Watching Mizu’s rough demeanor crumble so easily in his presence was infuriating, an emotion you quick to shut out. Guilt tripping was made easier upon having small conversations with Mizu’s mother who Thanked you for being there for Mizu and helping her create a relationship with Mikio. 

“Now that she’s out of your hair, you can finally find a husband as well, your still you my dear,” Mizu’s mother trails, but your attention was on the couple emerging from the green hills riding a horse along the orange horizon. Your eyes on Mizu, laughing, so free. An expression you never once got from her.

The final realization of your love for her was followed by a tsunami of heartbreak as you watched her capture her husbands lips in a kiss by a big tree that you came passing by. You watch her submit to his touch, lifting her legs off the ground and press tender kisses on her neck. You hid by a tree, back against it. You stare up the orange skies as you feel every thing inside you tear itself apart.

A/n: I Just needed to feel pain.