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needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas · 3 years

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EVEN BETTER: Sooga cooks some banana soup for his master, who's been sick with a cold, and Sooga has been desperate to be good and helpful. It tastes like ass of course, but Kohga doesn't have the heart to yell at him for once since Sooga is trying so hard to make him feel better and Kohga just... eats it. I think I'm asking for a request, if you have the energy to write this. I'd never stop grinning 😋

Adorable, let's fucking do it! We're gonna do this ask, and one nsfw one for today! Imma do asks while I can! Skyward sword is coming out, so imma be pretty busy pretty soon XD.

"Sooga if you took any longer, I could've fucking DIED here!"

Kohga thought it'd be fun to do some night swimming with Mipha a few days ago, and as such, he developed a rather nasty cold. Nothing that would kill him, but enough for him to make quite a show about it. Sooga shut the door behind him with his foot, nodding in an apology.

"I'm sorry, Master Kohga, forgive me. Your food IS ready though, I made it extra special for you."

Kohga was about to throw another fit, when he cocked his head to the side a bit.

"You...made something for me? Without me making you?"

"Yes. It's a recipe I've been working on, and I think it's ready for you to try."

Sooga put the tray in his lap. Freshly baked bread (not by Sooga, he always burned his bread), a hot tea (which was always made just how he liked it), and a bowl of...something.

"Sooga what is this?"

"Banana soup! It's a recipe I thought of and I think it'll help you."

Well, it had his absolute favorite food in it, had to be good. He used the spoon to move the rather...thick broth around. Honestly, he thought it was oatmeal, rather than soup. He shrugged, and took a bite. His body lurched, clearly wanting it to come out the way it came in. It was so. AWFUL. This was a crime against the mighty banana. It had traces of the fruit in it, but it was so grainy, so thick, oddly sweet, kinda sour, and Kohga swore he used the peel, given how he felt a strand get stuck in his teeth. He forced himself to not throw up, and raised his hand, clearly ready to let Sooga just fucking have it. Then he saw his face. He was so expecting, so curious, so eager. Sooga looked at the bowl, then at him.

"Well? Do you like it? I didn't get ANY help at all, and I made sure it was perfectly hot for you. I know you don't like it when I get 'mushy', but...well. I made it with all the love I have for you. Course, I understand if you don't like it, what with a pallet as refined as yours."

Fucking hell. Who could yell at someone after that? He sighed, and put on the best fake smile he could.

"It's...great, Sooga. It really, really is. I feel better already. It's...delicious."

Sooga was BEAMING. He was clearly trying to contain himself, despite the excitement in his eyes.

"That's wonderful! I finally made something you like! good, go on and eat, you need your strength."

Kohga forced another bite down, nearly lurching again. Oh god why was it sour? He took a breath, trying not to shudder.

"I appreciate it, Sooga. But could you get me more bread for this? I wanna dip it in this absolutely great broth."

"You shouldn't have too much bread, Master. It might hurt your stomach."

"Pretty please, Soogy? I don't feel good, and I wanna have your yummy soup with yummy bread."

Sooga couldn't say no to that face. He chuckled, nodding.

"I suppose. But please, do not eat too much. I'll be a moment, I need to rub this in Cil's face."

He damn near skipped out of the room, and once Kohga knew he was out of the hallway, Kohga forced himself out of bed (despite how much it hurt his body), holding the bowl in his hand. He looked around for a second, before seeing the keese up on the ceiling.

"Psst, you four! Here!"

The keese knew it was food time, and immediately landed in his hands, tasting the broth. Then they stopped, shaking till their fur poofed up. Kohga gestured to the broth.

"Well! Eat! Come on you freeloaders! You guys don't pay any rent, eat it!"

They looked at Kohga, before flying off down the hallway. Kohga was about to yell at them, when he heard Sooga's gait coming in. He ran back into the room, frantically looking around, before dumping it into a nearby potted plant, and leaping back into bed, fixing himself accordingly. Just in time for Sooga to walk in, a large pot in one hand, and a plate of bread.

"Master Kohga! I'm back-oh. Are you alright? You look flushed."

Kohga shook his head, trying to steady his breath.

"Fine, fine. Just. Ate a bunch of the soup in a hurry I guess. SO good! Kohga seal of approval!"

"You flatter me, Master Kohga, truly. Here's your bread, and I brought the pot with me, so let me give you seconds!"

Kohga watched in horror as Sooga filled up his bread again, whimpering to himself. Oh, what he did for his stupid, handsome man.

#asks #Kohga #Sooga #you know its bad #when keese won't eat it #these guys will actually eat used tissues #Cil was right when he said he wouldn't like it #but kohga will not tell Sooga this #ever #if you guys want the recipe he wrote it down and I'll give it to you

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casiavium · 3 years

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If selkie! Link is an AU no one asked for then idk what this is because I'm probably the only person who would want to combine these two things

or, Roman Empire Ghiralink

Outline of an AU/fic idea I will not write

If you've made it here I promise I will try to make this readable to someone who did not spend eight years of their life studying this stuff :)

Skyloft is an island off the coast of Britannia (Britain as a Roman province), the "Surface" is Rome itself & the surrounding Italian area. There's rumors that some of the Romans are blessed/cursed with the power of their gods and it has corrupted them beyond humanity (demons), and that their emperor is one of them

I'm not going one-to-one with the Skyward Sword plot for this (even though I could and it would make sense) because I don't really care about factoring Zelda in right now

SO Link living happy life in Skyloft still training to be a warrior for his village when the Romans attack, Skyloft is desperately underprepared and surrenders, no one gets hurt (so unrealistic but I'm keeping it PG and happy-ish)

Zelda knows she's the reincarnation of Hylia, it's like a priestess role she's been working with since birth. The Romans hate this because it puts her on the same level as their emperor gods or leaders like Cleopatra (Roman emperors were worshiped as gods especially after death, Egyptian pharaohs as the incarnations of Ra or Isis) Instead of killing her they choose to hurt someone close to her. She's still powerful, and they don't want to insight an uprising, they want to subdue her and make Skyloft cooperate. Conquered provinces were allowed to continue their religion as long as they added Roman gods to their pantheon, but in the case of Britannia druid priests were outlawed by Claudius to prevent rebellion so they did try to discourage Celtic paganism.

Link is special, he's been chosen by the Skyloft goddess Hylia to protect her reincarnation. Perfect to make an example out of. He gets taken back to Rome to become a gladiator, they honesty expect him to die during his first fight.

But he's good. So good he gets the attention of the emperor (which is Demise but that sounds so stupid when I say it like that) who wouldn't fight him himself, of course, but is interested in watching him die fight someone who is actually a challenge for him.

(Adding Fi to make it more complicated—Hylia gets him the magic sword somehow. these things just kind of happen in Roman mythology. Fi's still a sword spirit)

Ghirahim is head of the praetorian guard (guards the emperor & high level senators, massive amount of political power). The rumor is he's not human but a demon spirit, gifted to Demise by the gods to make him invincible. This is kinda true, he's Demise's sword, and though he's head of the guard he often gets special treatment and is more of a pet and a figurehead than he is allowed to be a leader. Ghirahim feels slighted, he's a powerful sword that deserves to be used in battle. The praetorian guard could overthrow the emperor because of the power they held (and they did, several times), but Ghirahim can't disobey Demise and despite being head of the guard he doesn't have much control over them.

Back to Link. Demise is interested in this young warrior from a weak province, wants to watch him fight someone his own skill level, who better than Ghirahim (symbolic shit, civilized Rome conquers the barbaric province). Duels to the death didn't happen that often, but for a big political spectacle like this, one of them (Link) is gonna die

Gladiator fights were somewhat staged, so there is some training that has to go into Link & Ghirahim's fight. During this time they speedrun enemies to lovers, but they're still preparing to kill each other. (maybe not so speedrun. These things take a lot of planning, it's not like they'd be the only ones fighting on the day they're scheduled too. They'd make it a huge deal with their fight the main event. ask me about the different types of battles in the Colleseum I'll infodump)

At some point before the end they get taken to the palace for a mock fight at a party (where they do not kill each other, they need to be alive for later) and Link wins. Was it staged to make the stakes seem higher? Ghirahim would say so, and that was the plan, but he really did lose to Link. Link, sword to Ghirahim's neck, realizes he can't kill him when the time comes.

Ghirahim on the other hand gets pissed at Link, who doesn't know why, and Ghirahim almost kills him in a private real fight. Demise's orders stop him from doing it, but Ghirahim was 100% ready to end Link's life. Ironically what gets Ghirahim on Link's side is the fact that he couldn't kill him because of the orders.

So Link and Ghirahim team up to assassinate Demise and there's some Katniss killing President Coin type of thing going on. They find a bunch of loopholes so Ghirahim can go around Demise's orders, get the rest of the praetorian guard on their side. (When the time comes Demise won't order Ghirahim to kill Link, he'll give him the thumbs up meaning kill ASK ME ABOUT THIS AS WELL but the action doesn't specify who)

When the final battle comes and Ghirahim wins, he looks to Demise for the order to kill Link and kills him instead.

Somehow they escape back to Skyloft (getting separated on the way for some extra angst), Link is Ghirahim's new master (he wouldn't have been next in line for emperor anyway), and they live as happily ever after as they can get in the 2nd century AD

#ghiralink #ghirahim #skyward sword #cherryskywriting

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cyb-by-lang · 4 years

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Phone a Friend

A drabble based in that one OSF AU called All The Little Children. You know, that huge one-shot where all the Tailed Beasts are the size of cats and also the ASL bros are kids. This is the start of Side B, like on a record. At least it’s not broken.

With all the chaos that the kids got up to last time, I figured there was still a bit of space to insert yet more shenanigans.

I’m also thinking of having the Kiddie Crew have their own series of drabbles and one-shots, but we’ll see how that works out~

“I wanted to ask you something,” Ace said one day, in Kei’s clearing with his pipe slung across his back and his arms crossed, more defensive than trying to start a fight.

The turtle-toting woman still wasn’t in Fū’s good books, but Naruto and Gaara loved her. Luffy would latch onto anyone who lived on Mt. Colubo for long enough and wasn’t cruel to his brothers, so his judgment was definitely in question. Especially when food-based bribes were so close at hand all the time. Sabo was more cautious, but it’d been a whole month without unwarranted punches to the head from an adult and he’d started to drop his guard. He wasn’t as wary as Ace was, ever, but he was closer.

Ace wasn’t sure what he thought. The first adult to brush off his concerns about being Roger’s son was still a bit of a mystery, even now, but not so much that Ace couldn’t come up here alone while the others kept Luffy distracted. With that bloodthirsty first impression well out of the way, and the second one knocked out of reality by someone who could take Gramps’s punches, that just left this awkward, intermittent caretaker.

“Okay,” said Kei, up to her elbows in what’s going to be their group’s dinner tonight. Under the work table, Isobu lurked like a grumpy footstool. “Do you mind if I keep working?”

According to Naruto, the vaunted Kei didn’t spend much of her time dressing wild game before arriving on Dawn Island. The huge alligator lying in fifteen pieces all around the clearing would beg to differ, probably. Sabo even made a deal with her a while back for all the pelts and skins of the beasts everyone hunted, just because it never seemed like she had any use for them. The ASL brothers got money and fed, and Kei got…to not deal with animal skins?

It was probably a win-win situation, somehow.

“Go ahead,” said Ace, and just made sure he was outside of the potential splash zone. “You might wanna keep chopping anyway. Fū promised to keep Luffy running around all day. You know how they are.”

“I’ll take your word for that, then.” She slammed her cleaver down on the stump she’d been using as a knife block. “Go ahead and ask whatever you need to ask, Ace.”

“That thing you did with Bluejam and Sabo’s dad.” Ace paused as Kei’s swings slowed for a moment, watching her reaction with ice rolling down his spine. Then, as the tempo of butchering returned to normal, he said, “I want to learn how to do it.”

Kei scooped the hash she’d made out of alligator tail into a waiting bucket with the flat of the cleaver. Then she said, “I’m not sure you can.”

“What?” The flat, unfeeling tone to her voice set Ace’s temper flaring, just like it always did. It was the same tone shitty adults used when they said things they thought were true, and that kids didn’t need to know about.

“I’m also not exactly sure what you’re talking about,” she added, tilting her head curiously at him. She rubbed idly at her face with the heel of one hand, then grimaced at the blood streak left across her cheek. She looked like a murderer, except for the confused tilt of her head. “Sorry, are you talking about the fighting part or…?”

“I meant the thing you did to make everyone afraid of you!” Ace bit out, desperation getting the better of his self-control. His fists clenched, though he didn’t go for his pipe.

In some ways, Kei’s patient listening face was worse than being laughed at. Even if no one saw what happened in Gray Terminal, Bluejam disappeared. Sabo’s shitty dad never bothered them again. Ace knew this woman was strong enough to protect his brothers when he wasn’t. The difference between their strengths stuck in him like a thorn in his sandal. Nothing helped him dig it out, no matter how hard he trained or how many people he fought.

Ace snapped into a bow, though maybe not as good as the one Makino tried to teach him. “Please tell me how to do that.”

Thunk. Thunk. Then there was a sound like a flag flapping, but heavier, as Kei tossed the alligator skin over the drying rack.

“You don’t need to bow to me,” Kei said, already making her way to the pump on the side of her little cabin.

“It is an interesting thing to ask us,” said Isobu, dragging himself out and into Ace’s eyeline. “Sit down.”

Ace did so, because he’d been doused by Isobu’s weird water gun mouth about fifteen times by now, and the sixteenth was not the charm. While the turtle-thing stared him down with his single unblinking eye, Ace fidgeted a little. Sat with his legs under him and listened to the sound of the pump working, nervous but not like actually afraid. Not like with Gramps.

“Killing intent is what it sounds like,” Isobu explained, tucking his leg-arms under his belly. “It is not precisely a skill, but instead a matter of the sheer will to do harm to people.”

“Kinda figured that from the name,” Ace said, in a slightly sullen mutter.

“It is self-explanatory,” Isobu agreed, curling his tails as well, “but for that reason, I do not know if you have the capacity for it.”

At this point, Kei returned while flicking water from her hands. She sat in the grass across from Ace, just far enough away and with her legs crossed, so that Ace’s nerves settled a little. Though he wasn’t sure how, she always tried to do little things like that to help Ace and Sabo feel a little safer around her. Sure, they both knew she was faster and stronger than anybody else on the island, but not showing it off was a sign she at least cared about their impressions of her.

It only helped so much, but it was noticeable.

“Like Isobu was saying, killing intent is…not really something I thought you’d want to learn,” Kei said, scrutinizing him with her eyes barely peeking out past her bangs. “What brought this on?”

“I’ve fought a lot of people before,” Ace said, staring back as steadily as he could, “but I couldn’t do anything against Bluejam. None of us could do anything until Gaara and Fū showed up to save us.” He gripped his knees hard enough for his knuckles to go white. “I need to get stronger.”

“Does that remind you of anyone you know, Kei?” Isobu’s voice asked, but when Ace looked up in surprise, the turtle pointed firmly at Kei with his left tail.

“Only everyone,” Kei sighed. She rested her chin on her hand, elbow on knee, and finally said, “As violent as you and your brothers can be, Ace, I don’t know if killing intent is ever going to be your thing.”

Ace wasn’t sure whether that was a compliment or an insult. “Why’s that?”

Kei glanced at Isobu. Ace did, too, and the little turtle wiggled his tails. “I don’t know you that well, but I do know you’d do anything to protect your brothers. That sound right?”

Ace nodded firmly. “Duh.”

“So would I.” That gave Ace pause. Kei had brothers? Since when? “But I was younger than you when I decided that anybody who hurt Hayate would die. I’ve had a long time to just…” She waved a hand as though searching for a word. “To just hone that feeling. It’s not a healthy state of mind, carrying murder around like that. Isobu makes it worse.”

Isobu’s tails wiggled like seaweed in a current. “I would argue—”

“No.”

“But—”

“We’re already bad influences. Don’t push it.” Kei stared at Isobu until the little monster rolled his eye and subsided with a grumble. She then turned her attention back to Ace. “It’s not just about wanting to kill someone. It’s… I hate to make moral judgments like this, but it takes at least a little evil to get the raw power for it. When you’re using killing intent, any ideas about the value of life just don’t exist. ”

Ace opened his mouth to protest. He’d wanted Bluejam dead. He’d been out killing wild animals since he could walk away from the Dadan pirates and explore the island. He fought everything, stole, and lied and cheated and—and he was Roger’s—

“You’re not evil, Ace,” Kei said sharply, cutting across his thoughts like one of her swords. She peered at his expression with too-knowing eyes, folding her arms over her chest. “You’re a kid with issues, but you’re nowhere near as bad as you think you are. That’s why I don’t think you can fuel an attack like that through sheer malice.”

“Like you said, you don’t know me that well.” Ace glared down at his knees.

Kei made a noise that sounded like agreement, but with strings attached. “Tell you what—there’s probably a better route, and it might be something your brothers can learn with you.” When Ace looked up in surprise, Kei went on, “It’s called haki. It’s a power that’s rare before you get to the later parts of the Grand Line, but it’ll save your life.”

Ace stared at her. “I thought Naruto said his thing was called ‘chakra.’”

“His is, but he was born with the potential to use that. Haki can be learned by anyone.” Kei’s eyes rolled skyward for a second as she thought that over. “Mostly. Keep in mind that I don’t use haki, but I’ve known people who do. Their lessons may still help you.”

Isobu swatted Kei’s leg with one of his tails. “I was also listening, thank you.”

She paused for another one of her awkward stretches, staring her little monster friend down. Ace was never sure what went through Kei’s head when she zoned out, but all of the kids Ace knew had tried attacking her during those silences just to see how she’d react. Mostly, she snapped out of it instantly and sent people flying over her shoulder or straight into the dirt.

The second one was mostly for the FNG gang. She was gentler with Ace and his brothers, as weird as that was.

Kei said at last, “I can teach you what I know. My first true demonstration was when a guy kicked me through an island, so I’m sure it’ll help you punch above your weight class.”

It wasn’t what Ace asked for. Even so, the idea of being able to knock someone like Kei around was a tempting one. If Gramps had trouble getting Kei out of his face when he showed up to visit, then Ace aimed to be even stronger. Chasing One Piece demanded no less.

“If you want to stick around and help me prepare all this, I’ll try explaining as we go,” Kei offered.

There was still an awful lot of alligator lying around. For some reason, Kei almost always turned this kind of meat into tiny stew cubes and cooked it with vegetables instead of just letting the kids eat everything immediately. When Ace wondered about it aloud, Sabo said something about “food poisoning,” but none of them knew what that meant unless there were weird mushrooms involved. Meat didn’t go uneaten around them long enough for it to go bad.

Ace was tempted—he’d learned cooking meant snacking while they worked—but finally said when Kei went to retrieve her cleaver, “Do you have anything I can just take back to the others right now?”

“The usual lunchboxes are in the cellar,” Kei told him, already getting back to work. She had big butcher’s gloves and everything. “Door’s open.”

Ace left his pipe stuck in the turf as he headed into Kei’s little cabin. It was pretty bare, aside from cooking utensils and the kind of stuff even Dadan had—bed, storage trunk, and so on. She hadn’t even really decorated. Ace already knew from previous visits that Kei didn’t store treasure here or really anywhere, and so Ace pulled up the hatch and hopped down into the cellar without bothering to snoop.

A minute later, Ace had dragged all of the lunchboxes—really medicine boxes with straps for carrying—out the front door. Between the ropes left at the front of the cabin and the length of his pipe, he tied all of them together in a huge stack and hauled them onto his back. The fact that the burden was bigger than he was didn’t slow him down for a second. He and Sabo had carried whole jungle beasts around for years, so the lunchboxes were barely noticeable.

“Remind the others that dinner is at sunset,” Kei called as he left, still hammering away at the alligator’s tough ribs. “And tell Luffy that he needs to eat all the vegetables this time, or he might get scurvy.”

“…What’s scurvy?”

“A disease that makes your eyeballs bleed and your teeth fall out.”

Ace froze.

Kei didn’t smile when she looked up, blood splattered across the front of her rubber apron. Her panda eyes were flat and serious. She even managed to hold that expression on her scarred face for a full five seconds, then shrugged and turned back to her work. “Anyway, have fun adventuring today.”

Isobu’s high, croaky laughter chased Ace all the way down the mountain.

This probably had something to do with the fact that the turtle rolled most of the way after him, but, regardless, there was still no way Ace would forget that lesson anytime soon.

Unbeknownst to Ace, Kei spent the bulk of the afternoon after he left on a snail call. The eventual alligator stew components were cleaned, stored, and marinating in the largest vat of soy sauce she’d ever gotten her hands on, which gave her a little time to shore up one teensy little problem in her lesson plan.

"This is Thatch's Pancake House! We slap ‘em, you stack ‘em! How can I take your order?"

“It’s Kei,” she said, and waited for the sound of several pirates falling over to come to an eventual stop in the background. Before Thatch could yell at her for being out of contact, Kei said in a rush, “So, I offered to teach a bunch of kids how to use haki, except I don’t actually know how it works. How did you learn?”

“THAT’S WHAT YOU’RE FINALLY CALLING FOR?!” demanded several people at once. Thatch was just the loudest of the kitchen crew.

“You what,” said someone else. Sounded a little like Teach, actually. Kei had never liked him much.

“I need to teach a bunch of kids how to use haki,” Kei repeated, with a little more impatience.

“WHY?!”

“Because they’ll get themselves killed otherwise,” Kei said. “Again, a little help?”

“You—ugh, I’m taking this snail to Pops.” Thatch sounded exasperated at best. “Stay on the line!”

“Can do,” Kei chirped, and listened to several pirates on the other end crash to a halt at the sound of her voice using that tone. They were too far away to retaliate.

“Quit sassing us and explain where you’ve been, you brat!”

#all the little children #ocean stars falling #portgas d. ace #keisuke gekko #isobu #thatch #one piece #naruto #crossover #catch your breath fanfic

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thegeminisage · 4 years

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pieces of media i want to erase from my memory and do for the first time again:

undertale, as previously mentioned, because it’s one of the best games ever made. also i wish i had had an internet connection when i played deltarune for the first time i wanted to stream it sooo bad

breath of the wild is a really good answer but my first playthrough was so special to me i could never replace it. same for ocarina of time. however i WOULD like to redo skyward sword or majora’s mask

dragon age 2 and ff13, because i had not yet gotten into the habit of liveblogging shit back then and that’s the only way i’ll remember my first times usually. i do remember all of my first ff13 playthrough though. seared into my brain for eternity

i swear these aren’t all video games. tron legacy, but ONLY if i can do it the same way that i did the first time: as my first 3D movie ever, IN a real theater

fullmetal alchemist: brotherhood, so i can liveblog it better, but also so i can live in the moment where they [redacted] mustang in the finale. you spend almost two decades stanning a war criminal and you don’t know he winds up helping kill god while he’s [redacted]??? that was a moment for me. i remember vividly pausing the episode to come make a tumblr post like: i cant believe this is happening. we wrote fic about this in 2005

episode 2.08 of merlin which changed me as a human being. i am not exaggerating. who would i be if that episode had not prompted a 130k fanfic? desolate. that’s the true worst timeline

the oa, because nothing has ever given me physical chills the way that show did

17776 because the summer of 2017 was the last time i was truly happy

animal crossing new horizons bc a lot of the shine has worn off and i DESPERATELY need the dopamine

i would erase the movie interstellar and then just not watch it again. things are better that way

#personal

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vespiiqueen · 4 years

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last 10 people who reblogged something from you (if you want !! 💛💖)

Wow I rambled a lot with this but i can't add cuts bc I'm on mobile rn DHSISHSJ sorry :"))))

1. Ik Ik "haha how cringe are you" of me to say, but honestly? Homestuck. Homestuck helped me in a time of need and when i so desperately wanted something to latch onto. Finally, I caved into my friends telling me to read it-- and it's been a blast!! The epilogues / hs^2 make me feel kinda sad though, because so much of what I loved about the original was yeeted through the nine circles of hell and into the trash. I love Y/ffany's (I call her Yippi tho) design, the art is really pretty at times, Harry is a major dork, I LIVE for seeing Vrissy bc honestly?? Her design is 10/10, very early 2000s emo style and I also live for that. Tavros is cute and a nerd and I think that's swell!

But in terms of story and how any of this happens, it makes me sad to see it happen. If Vriska could return as Vrissy, why not OTHER beta trolls? Where's my Eridan fish man, writers?? Give me the boy or perish by my fury.

2. Also super "haha how cringe are you" but,,, murder cats (Warriors), esp the early 2005-2015 amvs and stuff. I remember watching Flightfootwarrior's "I Will Not Bow" Scourge amv for HOurs and having no clue what was happening, but all these edgy kitties were KITTIES! It's introduced me to a lot of music I still listen to to this very day (Imagine Dragons, Young/the entirety of Hollywood Undead, Breaking Benjamin). And yknow what?? This new arc is absolute chaos, but in the good way.

I'm an "OG Fan". I prefer the first arc, The Prophecies Begin, to almost any of the other arcs. I just could never get into the other arcs-- not to say I haven't read them, I HAVE and the Fire Scene was probably one of my favorite moments beside grumpy Jaypaw, god complex Lionblaze, and fear the gods Hollypaw. I thought the build-up for it was SUPER satisfying. Gray Wing is my baby and I fully embellish in the Gray Wing is Silverpelt theory.

This new arc is definitely something new for the universe. While I didn't read aVoS (but I may do that if i can find the files for it), and so I don't know the major events of it other than what I've seen M.A.P.'s (Multi-Animator Projects, for clarification,,, bc unfortunately that term is also something disgusting). There's fucking cat possession and all the Clans questioning their belief system, yo. Shit be on fire.

Also the Imposter is 100% Ashfur, that's canon now, yeah??? Also im sorry but fuck Root x Bristle that's the dumbest shit I have ever seen. Give me Root x Shadow or face the wrath of my dragon plushies.

RiverClan is my Clan and my gov assigned warrior name is Fireshell 🌟🌟

3. As much as I hate the author,,,,, Harry Potter. It's been a major part of my life for as long as I can remember. I can never really remember why, but I've always just loved it- the movies, the books, the extra little merch that would pop up in my local Walmart. Of course my favorite character is Draco Malfoy. I could go on and on and ON about how I think his character arc was SHIT and JKR didn't have the balls to make him a confident gay man that was always implied through the text (at least, my lesbian ass thought it was implied but i may just be projecting, idk). I could ramble about Draco for HOURS and what I think his character SHOULD have been and how his parents are horrible (more specifically, Lucius bc Narcissa [?] Actually showed a few good moments), and a child should never have to pay for their parents sins.

Oh noo, Draco's a villain because he's a victim of major abuse and peer pressure? He's a villain because a literal child can be horrible and they'll always always always stay as a horrible little fiend?? Fuck that. He's a child.

Unlike manchild grease pan Snape, who was a racist piece of shit and shouldn't have became a fucking school teacher but it's okay because he was ~~~in love~~~. No, fuck you, he was a creep. James Potter n Co may have been a little posh bitch to you, Snape, but that's no fucking excuse to continue to bluntly be a little cunt all the way into adulthood. You're an adult who flatly changed your PATRONUS to imitate Lily's. You have no excuse. And Harry went and named his child after you LIKE JESUS CHRIST, DID RON'S SISTER NOT HAVE A SAY IN THE NAMES TOO?????

I also fully adore the idea that Muggles can run into Hogwarts and their patronus can 100% be a made up, fantasy creature. Imagine you learn the patronus spell and suddenly fucking ARCEUS comes from your wand. Imagine learning the spell and CHTULU (i did not spell that right but im so tired) comes from your wand-- an entire ass fucking Lovecraftian, Eldrith horror is just the embodiment of you. What if it was a fucking Homestuck character like Vriska? How fucking METAL would that be?? Hskajssowjjsjs get on it fandom.

4. Hee hee very evident by my url but Pokemon is another major thing of mine. While vespiquen isn't my favorite (that title goes to Hydreigon), it is definitely up there!

I've ALWAYS enjoyed the idea of Pokemon. You run around, training up these fight monsters and collecting them. I remember playing my sister's Ruby version on her flip-up Gameboy. I couldn't even read but I ran around catching god only knows how many of the same pokemon wherever she was. Apparently, I had fought for hours in the same area and leveled her Blaziken up to lvl 50 something and left her lvl 30s in the dust LMAO.

I got my first game when it was Pearl/Diamond. It was Pearl, and it still holds a very fond place in my heart. I could barely read, I could barely write-- I had named my Turtwig something along the lines of "MmorpHy" and my player boy "ZbsibJ". Yes I remember the names slightly. I really didn't get far-- I barely got to the first gym but I was just so happy to play it.

I eventually lost the game, as a 5 year old would do, but I can still vividly remember what was happening when the game arrived. I had just came back from the dentist and was quite tired from fighting the dentist bc I was super scared. Mom suddenly handed me a box and said it was mine-- my overseas (at that time) dad had bought me Pearl and my sister Diamond, because I lost my shit about it when he visited one time.

Well, tdlr, I played it for about five minutes while struggling to stay awake against the loopy gas they made me take. I fell asleep listening to Twinleaf Town's soundtrack. Every time I play a rom of Pearl and I get to where the player's house fades in and I hear that first tune of the song, I get a huge smile on my face and cry-- as.. Weird as it sounds.

A few years later, I had gotten Pokemon Black bc I liked Reshiram on the cover. Now, this one I could actually READ when playing, but I don't remember a lot of things about it. I probably lost this one too, as a 8/9 year old would do. I DO remember, I chose Snivy and my sister chose Tepig (hrmm there's a theme here of grass/fire goin on......) and vibing to the music. I was so amazed by the sprites moving, I just kept getting into encounters to see the sprites move (oh boy, no one tell younger 7-9 y/o me about Zelda......oh wait....)

Playing Pokemon NOW, as a 17 year old """gifted""" chick, I stil have very fond memories. I recently beat Pokemon Black again and GOD the OTS SLAPS. I fucking adore the soundtrack-- the track that plays when you battle a trainer, the low health dings being turned into a legit song that also slaps, the battle! gym leader themes-- and oh my gOd, the legendary theme is amazing? It really tells you just how glorious these pokemon are supposed to be. It's not intimidating like Groudon/Kyroge/Rayquaza's themes. It's not action packed like Palkia/Dialga's is, it's not filled with tension like Giratina/Arceus's is-- but it radiates the GLORY that the beasts portray. And I live for that. (Also, Kyurem's version is my favorite because it glitches in the beginning and that's rly cool)

P/D/P and BW/BW2's stories, imo, are some of the greatest ones. Yeahhh, US/USUM's is cool and I haven't played XY nor SwSh-- but the ones I can find memorable are PDP and BW/BW2. I love N. I love Barry. They're my sons. Ghetsis is fucking terrifying, Cyrus needs a hug. Giratina scared the piss out of me when I was younger, which was NOT helped by Giratina and The Sky Warrior.

I think my favorite movies are the gen 4 ones. The Rise of Darkrai having a tear-jerking theme for such a mysterious pokemon (i still tear up when i hear Ocarion), Giratina being spiteful is a mood and Shaymin was cute, Arceus being angry is also a mood. Yeah, Pokemon 4Ever made me cry my eyes out over Celebi, Mewtwo Returns made me again cry because Mewtwo accepting who he is, I remember how vastly different the BW movies are-

I just. I have a lot of memories with the series, even if Gamefreak and Nintendo kinda do the series dirty a lot (your top-grossing thing and you made That monstrosity for the Switch? How dare you.). It's comforting to be stressed and pull up my roms for the games and to play them. Mystery Dungeon is incredibly fun to play, Pokemon Ranger is really fun with the concept (Shadows of Almia continues to kick my ass to this very day and FUCK the Jungle Relic, I hate the Water Challenge fucking gyarados bullshit). I remember the pokemon I got for MD (I got Time, my sis got Darkness) was Mudkip, if that is any help.

I love my little fictional pixel monsters.

5. Yup, someone told tiny 7-9 y/o me about console games. The legend of Zelda. My first Zelda game was Twilight Princess on the Wii and BOY did I play the fucking SHIT out of that game.

Honestly, looking back and looking at playthroughs now-- I still love TP. Twilight Princess is still one of my top favorite Zelda games-- yes, even after playing OoT, Majora's Mask, Wind Waker, Skyward Sword, the anniversary four swords edition for the DS where you could play by yourself (Nintendo pls bring that back, I don't have friends to play it with ;-;), Phantom Hourglass- ect.

Something about Twilight Princess grabbed me by the head and yeeted me into the world. I can remember playing it for hours with little to no breaks. I, a tiny 9 y/o, had gotten the hang of the controllers and managed to get past the tutorial quite easily. And then, I was launched into the game and I wasn't stopping for NOTHING. Mom and Dad would have to force me to save and get off to go and eat dinner. THAT sucked.

I had done everything on my own up until the first temple, the forest temple. Not where/when you saved the dumb kid, but when you were saving the spirit's light. Theeeeeeennn I got stuck on the fucking Forest Temple for deadass six months straight. I'd play for hours, running around in circles, unable to figure out where to go, and because I didn't grasp the temple's purpose of being that way- I'd get angry and get off. It wasn't until dad looked up a walkthrough and talked me through what I was supposed to do that I learned how to get through temples.

I had gotten to the last little fight with Ganondorf before the Wii broke and i could no longer play. Despite the Wii being broke and we got rid of it, I was ADAMANT on keeping the game, and I kept that game for YEARS. It was an original copy out of a sealed box, and I eventually lost it when I left it accidentally at my now ex-friend's house.

She had a Wii and I went "hey I have a Wii game!" And I brought my Zelda over. Worst fucking choice of my goddamn life. Mom called me to come home and said I couldn't sleep over like the original plan was, and that was it. My ex-friend stashed my Zelda and I never saw it again. And, even if I wanted to-- I couldn't get it back, which makes me upset. We had a BAD falling out. She likely doesn't even remember it's there, or sold it to the local game junkie kid who buys ALL games.

But I still love the game. Midna was amazing, and I loved how snarky she was and she has a very cute design! The game's OST is fucking phenomenal. Midna's Desperate Hour makes me cry bc goddamn it really sells how serious that situation is. I love Hyrule Field's theme in this game. I love the Twilight Realm's song. Zant was fucking hilariously scary. Ganondorf's design in this game scared the piss out of me when I was younger.

Midna and this game's Link and Zelda are def my favorites. Yeah yeah, Sheik is cool and all I Guess but dhsushwishs Midna holds the special place in my heart. She was totally my gay awakening BUT

For other game antagonists, I adore Ghirahim-- let's go you funky little queer-coded villain. Skull Kid was great, I love the entire dynamic of him. Prankster lost soul stumbles upon Majora's Mask and the mask makes him act out due to powers-- which, I actually took very heavy inspiration from for one of my OCs. The moon falling to Hyrule was a fucking terrifying looming threat.

But the game series holds a place, and I've yet to be able to play BoTW-- although, I'm fairly certain I'll like it. The playthroughs I've watched of it are all fairly decent! I just. Gotta save up enough money to buy it haha.

Dang guess I gotta go watch a Twilight Princess playthrough again.

Honorable Mentions:

Avatar: the Last Airbender, specifically Book 3

my OCs definitely make me happy, they're my children and I'd ramble A LOT longer if given the chance WHEEZE

My friends, but I didn't add them here bc it's more fictional stuff, I presume

Baking. I love to bake cupcakes.

Painting is fun. I'm an artist and goddammit im going to use painting as an excuse to make a mess.

Fire. I rly like fire, down to a pyromaniac level. However, i hate the fires that happened to my home town, the Great Smokey Fires of 2016-- THAT pissed me off. How dare you burn mountain landscapes to the ground. Perish.

History. I'm a history nerd.

I'm also a science nerd.

But fuck math, I cannot comprehend math to save my life.

For some reason, I rly like learning how the human body works??? like did you know, organs are actually sticky when touched by a bare hand?? Did you?? How fucking cool is that.

Bakugan. I love Bakugan, esp the DS game. I love my Darkus Leonidas. Give me back the online world, you peasants-- I want my Darkus Dragonoid. (Also fuck all my friends from when I was in kindergarten- my theory that Alice was Masquerade was somewhat correct.)

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changeling-rin · 5 years

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Hi! I was wondering, what are your thoughts on the different Zelda games? Not a ranking or anything, just what did you like/dislike in each game/franchise as a whole? And how did you come up with the personalities of the characters for DL? Thank you!

Oof. Oh, you’re gonna make me Longpost, aren’t you. Yeah, okay. You asked for it.

Skyward Sword/Gen

-I both love, and hate, the motion controls. On one hand, I have never felt more epic than when I personally stabbed my sword into Demise’s head. On the other hand, I have never felt more frustrated when my wiimote would misinterpret my swings and I would subsequently die. Contrary to popular opinion, I actually like Fi. Her design is beautiful, her theme is gorgeous, and her goodbye to Link is one of the most beautiful yet heartbreaking moments in the entire franchise. The origin of the Master Sword, in my opinion, might be one of the best things to come out of this game.

Gen’s personality came about mainly as the foil to Lore and Dusk’s pre-existing dynamic. Lore is the spastic one, and while Dusk is definitely somewhat of the straight-man, he’s much more likely to roll with it unless it’s drastically damaging. Gen, on the other hand, will avidly apply common sense to anything and everything, and since Lore very rarely follows common sense, Gen morphed into his ‘conscience’, so to speak. His predilection for healing was a side-effect of me dying a lot in his game and spending more on Red Potion than probably anything else, and also because the group needed a medic and Gen was definitely the most take-charge character I had who would do that sort of thing.

Minish Cap/Speck

The Picori are the cutest things, oh my gosh. I do, however, suspect their violent and painful end in BotW - if they’re the ones who put the Rupees and Bombs and stuff in the grass, and there’s no such things in BotW… Aside from that! I adored the concept of shrinking down and having the entire environment change on you. It was such a unique way to make an old area new again. On the flipside, I loathed the Kinstone sidequest with a passion. I never did manage to match them all.

Speck was basically me saying to myself, ‘He’s a tiny person. How do tiny people see the world?’ And then he turned into a quiet, shy kid who tries very hard not to be a bother and looks at problems from a completely different angle than most people. This is why he always second guesses his words - he’s by far the most frequent user of ‘um’, ‘uh’, ‘ah’, ‘oh’, etc, and this is entirely on purpose. Tiny people, by nature, will do whatever it takes to make sure the bigger people don’t get mad enough to smush them - a bit morbid, I know, but if you think about it… This is also where his habit of stabbing the eardrum came from. Where most people wouldn’t even think of it, Speck just saw a really good access point and a whole lot of convenient fabric handholds to get him there.

Four Swords/The Four

I have actually never been able to get my hands on a copy of the original Four Swords game. I know. I’m a disgrace to the fandom. However, I have done extensive research, and I can say that by far my favorite concept is being able to deploy a Bow-Wow in the direction of my enemies. I literally cannot imagine it without cackling.

The Four were the result of me having two sets of Four Sword Heroes and desperately needing some way to tell them apart. It took a very long time for me to decide to play up the hive mind aspect, but once I did everything clicked for them. Rather than being split individual aspects of the original Link, the Four are literally a copy-paste of OG Link’s personality with only tiny variations between them, which led to the decision to make them somewhat quiet and awkward about their synchronization. People rarely accept what’s unfamiliar to them, and to be honest the Four probably have one of the more ‘tragic’ backstories. They may or may not have been chased out of a town or two due to a couple misunderstandings about the source of their hive mind. (My babies, I’m so sorry I did this to you I’m a terrible author whyyyyyyyy)

Ocarina of Time/Ocarina

By far, one of the most investing stories in a game. Ganondorf is fabulously evil, 10/10 would thwart again. Music, of course, is beautiful. The travel mechanic, on the other hand, I am not a fan of. Trying to get somewhere before getting the respective warping Song is tedious at best, and the sheer amount of time it takes for me to swap between Young and Adult Link is just… it’s a hassle, is what it is.

Ocarina is a little kid in a Big Person’s body, and I write him accordingly. He’s the wide-eyed boy in a brand-new world. He’s naive to a lot of things and oblivious to several others. He and Mask have a bit of an odd dynamic because of this - Ocarina will basically gravitate to wherever Mask is as a sort of unconscious instinct, under the unrealized assumption that Mask means protection. The ‘Little Brother’ mentality, if you will.

Majora’s Mask/Mask

THE MOON. THE FREAKING MOON. I will never be able to play this game without feeling vaguely stressed and unsettled the entire time and THAT FREAKING MOON is the reason why. Very compelling plot, 10/10, but WHY. Aside from that, the music is fantastic, Majora is Creepy To The Max and we so rarely get that in Zelda games so I am on board, the transformation masks are probably my favorite mechanic, and your heartstrings get yanked on several times with the Goron Lullaby quest and Mikau’s entire storyline.

Mask evolved directly as the opposite to Ocarina, with the caveat that he is directly aware of Ocarina’s unconscious ‘Little Brother’ mindset - Mask just happens to be sincerely uncomfortable with the ‘Big Brother’ role. He’s more knowledgable, more experienced, and this was done explicitly to be in direct contrast with the fact that he looks like a little kid. He’s Ocarina’s opposite in every single way, and it’s fun to have them play off each other.

Twilight Princess/Dusk

Probably my favorite game, art-style-wise. There’s some things that Twilight Princess does fantastically well artistically, not to mention that it contains one of my favorite characters of all time. Midna is awesome and there’s nothing that will convince me otherwise. I actually think the wolf mechanic is a really good way to make new problems within old areas - but I will admit, the bug hunts can be tedious. And that one escort mission can go jump off a cliff. But I adore everything about the concept of a Twilight Realm, and even though Ganondorf comes in and kinda shafts Zant out of the way, he’s fabulous enough that I can accept it. They are, after all, both marvelously evil.

Dusk’s personality came from me thinking back on everything that happens in his game and promptly deciding that: he either went a little insane to deal with it all, or he had the lowest level of crap to give that I’d ever seen. Obviously, I decided on the latter, and I’m very glad I did, because from there that allowed me to build the faux-duo-actually-triad leadership between him, Lore, and Gen that works so very well. I kinda ended up putting a little of myself into Dusk, in that he’s very reserved and will think about what he says before saying it. Of course, I had to incorporate the wolf somehow, and the way that was the most fun for me was to bring some of those traits over into his hylan form. One of these was me interpreting the howling mechanic as Dusk being a naturally good singer, and we all know where that led.

Four Swords Adventures/Red, Blue, Green, and Vio

The loss of the Bow-Wow hits me deeply, but we do get horses so that helps a little. Also, it surprised me a little how similar this game is to the predecessor, Four Swords. There’s a couple plot differences, Shadow Link is a thing, but for the most part it follows a very similar pattern and I kinda wish something different had been done. It’s fun having more than one weapon to swing around, but not quite as much without other people to play with. The one thing I have to say about Zelda multiplayer games is that, without actual multiple players, it’s just… not as fun.

I freely admit that large parts of Green, Vio, Red, and Blue’s personalities came directly from the FSA manga - particularly, the subversion of color expectations by having Red be the timid one and Blue be the aggressive one. You never see that nowadays, and I immediately pounced on it. Vio and Green had slightly less large chunks of manga personality, but I basically ripped their inner-group dynamic wholesale. Their individual interactions though, those are all me. Blue and Vio just seemed like natural bicker partners. Red’s Adorable Puppy face evolved out of the sheer amount of times the manga had him on the verge of, or shedding, actual tears. And Green naturally needed to be the exasperated leader keeping them all in line. It all just sorta flowed from there.

Link to the Past/Lore

The originator of such musical classics like Kakariko Village, the Dark World theme, and Zelda’s Lullaby, and I thank this game for making these songs so good. I adore the way that the Dark World can take the entire freaking country of Hyrule and turn it into something completely new. But there were some times where I wasn’t sure where to go? I don’t know if it was me or not, and it could have been. I might just be bad at inferring destinations.

Lore is the direct result of being the target of four entire games, and me thinking to myself, ‘Now how does a normal person deal with something like that?’ The answer was, of course, that they throw normality out a window. Lore is my way to have fun, and also to let out every random impulse I’ve ever had but never acted on. In a way, Lore is me, but without all the inhibitions. Sometimes he ends up being a direct conduit between my brain-thoughts and the page. That aside, I also gladly seized the opportunity to bring something different to the group, which is how the different languages came in. He’s the only Link who actively, within his games, visits other countries, and there was no way I could pass that up.

Oracle of Ages/Oracle of Seasons

They remind me of Pokemon titles. “Here’s these two games! With the exception of some minor details, they’re exactly the same! Combine them for a special surprise!” I do think the Subrosians are adorable though. And of course, shout-out to Veran, the only explicitly female villain the Zelda franchise has ever seen. Maybe someday you’ll get a friend to help you out in that testosterone-filled mess. Maybe someday.

Link’s Awakening

Far sadder than I anticipated it being. Also, the Bow-Wow returns! Clearly the best thing in the game. On the bad side - I don’t remember which one it was - there was this one dungeon that just… for the life of me I could not get it to make sense in my brain. I don’t know why. I also don’t remember what the solution was. Very engaging story though, the Windfish mystery kept me engaged right up to the Big Reveal.

A Link Between Worlds/Sketch

The painting mechanic is just. It’s so clever. The entire landscape is transformed with a single dimension shift and I loved it. I was kinda skeptical about the same map as LttP, but then Lorule happened and I was pleased enough with that to accept it. Ravio and Hilda are fine additions to the LoZ family and I wholeheartedly accept them - also, the Lorule Castle theme is one of the best songs in the franchise, fight me. One thing I do remember is this one boss battle, I think with some sort of Manhandla plant? It took me at least ten or so tries to get past that thing. Really didn’t enjoy that one.

Everything intentional about Sketch evolved from his painting ability, this being his phobia of water, his tendency to use stealth in a confrontation, and his continued sidetracking with artistic ideas. At some point though, he turned into one of the most sarcastic Links in the bunch, and I’m really not sure how it happened. But it seemed to fit him for whatever reason.

The Legend of Zelda/Realm

I regrettably have not been able to get my hands on this one either, but I have watched a play-though. My observations are as follows: Where is the map. How did anyone figure out where they were going in this game. I don’t understand how that wall was supposed to indicate it was bomb-able. How did people play this game without getting too frustrated to continue. On the bright side, the dungeons seemed to be very well-laid-out, and the bosses, while repetitive, were pretty memorable. I suspect I would get lost within the first ten minutes, though.

Realm is directly based off of my above observations. I am firmly of the opinion that absolutely nobody can make it through the original LoZ game without getting lost at least once, and this resulted in Realm’s absolutely abysmal sense of direction. Consequently, I made him hopelessly optimistic and cheerful enough to make the sun jealous, because the only person who could put up with those sorts of mishaps is the person who can just get right back up and keep going. Also, the fact that I myself and severely directionally challenged means that writing Realm comes very easily.

The Adventure of Link

I have not played this one either. I apologize. That said, I dislike the switch from top-down to 2-D scroller. In comparison with literally every other game in the franchise, AoL feels the least like a ‘Zelda’ title. Though, for the invention of Shadow Link, I award at least few points.

Wind Waker/Wind

It’s adorable. It’s somehow a very dark and serious game disguising everything behind a cute and cartoony art style and even though I can recognize it I don’t actually care. The story is engaging, Tetra is the Best Pirate, and the ocean makes it feel so big. I do think the sailing mechanic can be a bit time-consuming before the warp travel kicks in, and I actually feel like Ganondorf went down too easily, maybe?

Wind is based off of sailing, basically. I took the amount of time it takes him, in-game, to get places and decided that he has the patience of a saint. Also the bafflingly ability to stay awake for three days straight, but that hasn’t come up in DL, so. Because of this, he’s usually pretty content to let conversations evolve without much input from him, unless he’s got something important to say. And of course, he’s got the Wind Waker, which resulted in me making up an entire magical classification system to explain why he’s so good at controlling the weather, accompanied by an entire chapter-length head canon about the relation between the weather and music. Ironically enough, for all that Wind has no instrument of his own, the fact that he’s a conductor means he’s actually the most musically talented of the whole group.

Phantom Hourglass

I wouldn’t call it a worthy sequel to Wind Waker, but I honestly don’t think it’s too bad - with the exception of the Temple of the Ocean King. First time, it was kinda fun. Second time, less fun, Third time, getting repetitive. Fourth time, getting annoying. Fifth time, and I was really done with that mechanic. The remixed Sailing Theme was good though, and once I got past Linebeck’s surface personality I liked him pretty well too.

Spirit Tracks/Steam

I have never played this one, but the concept seems fun. The riding-a-train song is amazing. This Zelda is probably the most fleshed-out that the character has ever been, and I dearly hope she can take the position of ‘companion guide’ again someday. Or maybe even ‘protagonist’, who knows? I do dislike how vague Malladus is, because as the Final Bad Guy I feel like he should have been solidified more than just “Demon sealed a long time ago”. And to be honest, why Trains? It just seems so random.

Steam, like several other Links, is based around his gameplay. As an engineer, he’s a pretty hands-on type of person, which is why he frequently gets distracted with the inner workings of other Links’ items. And due to the fact that Trains require very little input to control and a lot of travel time, he’s the least physical of all of them. This basically means that he runs the slowest, hits the lightest, and will likely bring the least to the table in a fight. This is one of the reasons I gave him the ‘I Like Trains’ summon, because even if he himself can’t hit very hard, his Train sure as heck can.

Oh my gosh I think this took me a solid hour to type out, I hope you’re very happy with this response Anon ;)

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dorcasavelinehill · 4 years

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YOUR ARMS FEEL LIKE HOME - Ch. 2: What Works For Us

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21747418/chapters/51883102

“So here’s a philosophical question for you: is it really theft if we’re paying exact change plus tax?” Mike squished into the corner against the back wall of the liquor store (after only getting them slightly lost one last time before finding it) and watched intently while Donnie picked the lock. Leo pulled a long face. “It’s still breaking-and-entering. And we’re underage.” He stood squished on the other side, looking around furtively, as if he were expecting their father to step out of the shadows at any moment and catch them red-handed.

April considered his argument. “In America. Not other countries.” Leo looked at her. “What country are we in?” “Doesn’t mean we’re wrong. Could be a bad law.” “It’s not a bad law.” “Are you sure?” Donnie thrust a hand straight up between the pair. “Hi! Remember me? I’m trying to concentrate here!” Mike looked puzzled. “Why do you need your ears to concentrate on picking a lock?” “Someone hit him for me.” Raph gave Mike a light smack across the back of his head. As Mike rubbed his head, not the least bit perturbed, Donnie laughed, “Bingo!” The back door sprang open with a loud bang as it crashed into the far wall. Everyone went very still, waiting for any indication of an alarm going off, silently or otherwise. Even Mike was frozen, waiting, despite being the one who claimed the store alarm had gone on the blink and nobody had bothered to replace or repair it yet. When they were certain the cops weren’t on their way the group relaxed. April chuckled nervously as they made their way inside. “So we’re officially criminals?” Don gave her a light nudge with his elbow. “Only if someone catches us.” “Which we’re not going to let happen,” Leo said pointedly. “Think you can get the register working, Kitten?” April snorted, “No problem,” and set to work on it. “Oooh, Kaluah!” “No.” Leo grabbed Michelangelo by the bandana tails and yanked him back. “We’re buying beer and then we’re leaving. Raph, get me two Bud Lights.” Raphael leveled him a look that could have brought down a mountain. “I ain’t letting ya drink piss water.” He thrust two Shiner Blondes at his older brother. For himself, Raph selected a six-pack of Shiner 97, and snagged a bottle of Blue Moon for April. “Bingo!” April sang out. The register chirped for her and the cash drawer extended. There was no till, naturally, but that didn’t matter. “Bring ‘em over.” She rang up the Blondes, the 97, and the Blue Moon. “Can I have anoth-” “No,” Raph said. Annoying, but April didn’t feel like getting into it with him. Mike brought over a six-pack of some weird IPA thing called El Dorado, while Donnie grabbed a six of Guinness Extra Stouts. When nobody was looking, Don dropped her a wink. She ducked her head and hid a smile. At least one of the boys wasn’t going to baby her tonight. She rang it all up. Leo shrugged and dropped several neatly-folded bills on the counter top. “Alright, not exact change. They can call it a tip.” “They want a tip,” Donnie grumbled, “here’s a tip - get a new security system. Prefereably not one advertised on your local paranormal podcast.” “Ah, Donnie.” Raph slapped Don on the shoulder. “Nobody robs nobody in dis part ‘a town. Billionaires’ Row’s right down the street. Who’s gonna break in here?” He smirked and snagged his six-pack, leading the way out the back door. “Well, I ought to leave the door unlocked on principle,” Don snarked quietly. He didn’t, though. Locking up was easier than unlocking the door without a key. They stuck to the shadows, returning to their rooftops. Their rooftops - nobody else in the city could claim them the way the kids did. Running was freedom. Rooftop to rooftop was a straight path that only required a leap of faith, something all of them took fearlessly. The boys were machines of muscle and sinew that sprung and landed with precision. April was a little goat, her sneakers skidding on landing, but always recovering her balance in an instant, never losing her footing. They flung themselves at a building that towered over the roof they ran across. As they ran, jumped, and climbed, they caught hold of window ledges, siding, brick, and metal fire escapes. They accomplished all of this with no more sound than a quiet sigh of mortar and a gentle shiver of metal, while the children clambered skyward onto the next roof. Every movement was finesse. They moved fluidly, unseen from building to building, following the bright moonlight until they found a good spot with a nice view and plenty of room. It wasn’t the observation deck at The Rock, but they had a decent view of Central Park and the skyline.

*****

April unhooked her camera from the back of her belt. All the buildings glowed like fireflies in the darkness. She photographed the skyline, getting wide angle shots of several buildings, then photographed people dancing in the street far below them. She even managed to get several shots of a party bus moving slowly down a side street, the music, mostly dance remixes of popular tunes, drifting up as the bus passed by. April swayed, feeling the rhythm, then turned back to her brothers. They sat on the edge of the roof across from her, beers settled neatly against the ledge wall, safe from falling over. She seated herself between Mike and Don, kicking her legs like a little kid. Donnie handed her a bottle from his six-pack instead of the Blue Moon Raph had picked out for her. Either Raph wasn’t paying attention or he’d decided it wasn’t worth arguing about. Around them, the city sang. “Pretty night,” Mike said. “It’s going to start getting cold next month,” Leo said. He pulled a grimace that the others sympathized with. Of all of them, Leonardo felt the cold the worst, though he had learned how to power through it. This was probably going to be the last time they could get out for a long night before the weather got really nasty. That was probably the main reason their father chased them out for the evening. They had never kept to a strictly “human” schedule; the end of September marked a break period from intellectual learning and a return to heavy physical exercise. More advanced combat lessons, extended sparring practice in the dojo, and “winter cleaning,” where their entire home was inspected from bottom to top, searched out for any weaknesses in either defense or in structural integrity. Donnie took a long swig of his beer. “The service manual for the Triumph came yesterday.” Raphael grinned widely. “Awesome!” “You know we’re going to have to start from scratch with the engine,” Donnie said. Raph shrugged. “We gotta start somewhere.” “Oh, God,” Mike sighed. April buried her face in her hand. In March, Raphael and Donatello had pooled their funds and purchased a pile of junk they claimed was a 1973 Triumph Bonneville T120V. According to them, it was a motorcycle. Leo called it a relic of a bygone era. Mike declared it a desperate cry for help. April had hummed “Taps” over it and covered it with an old table cloth, the better to shield the remains from impressionable eyes. Despite its sad condition, Donnie and Raphael played around with it throughout the spring and summer, trying to catalog all the parts and determine what needed the most attention. Don tried looking for instructions online and came to the conclusion they needed a good, solid, hard copy of the service manual if they wanted to get it back to working condition - the idea of smearing grease and assorted bits of metal over his computer rubbed him the wrong way, and anyway, a manual took up less room than a laptop. Raph wasn’t inclined to talk as much as, say, Michelangelo, and if Donnie got lost in a project, he could be silent for hours while he observed or made notes or whatever he was doing. Get them on the subject of the Triumph, though, and you couldn’t shut them up. Automotives not being her thing, April quickly cut in before they could start talking specifications or spark plugs or whatever went into making a motorcycle. “Think Splinter will start training me on the sword this winter?” “Nope,” Raphael said. She jerked, eyes going wide. “What do you know that I don’t?” Her lips pulled down into a tight scowl. “You don’t got the muscle mass.” He took a long swallow of beer, finished the bottle, and set it down behind him, fetching another one. Without looking at Raphael, Leo casually reached out a hand and yanked hard on his bandana tails. Raph’s head jerked. He spat out a, “Fuck, Leo!” and glared at his older brother. Leo shook his head warningly. “That’s between her and Father. Keep your beak out of it.” Mike said, “I think you could -” Leo interrupted. “You, too, Mikey. Father’s the Master. He decides who trains with what.” “Thank you,” April said. She brought her bottle to her lips and was surprised to find it empty. “These go too fast.” Donatello handed her another of his beers. Raph watched the exchange silently. He could be such a judgy bastard sometimes, even if he didn’t come out and say anything. April quite deliberately opened and drank half the bottle while he watched. She wasn’t some baby anymore, after all. Mike rolled his eyes at all the unnecessary drama. “I’m staying out of it,” he said, pointedly looking at Leo, “but I think you can tell Dad what you want to learn. You don’t know he’ll say ‘no’ unless you try, right?” “Mmm.” April shrugged. “I guess. Just, if we’re gonna be stuck inside all winter, I want to learn something interesting. I hate going into lock-down.” She banged her heels against the side of the building. “I feel like a rabbit hiding in a hole in the ground.” Raph reached behind Don to grab her pigtail, but he only gave a little yank, not a rough pull. “Yeah.” His version of rough sympathy. April rubbed her head, thinking about the long, dark months ahead. The collective mood was somber. The run had been fun, and the chase, but that couldn’t dispel the dark cloud hanging over the five of them. Mike snorted and unhooked a small cellular device from the back of his belt, muttering, “Screw it,” under his breath. He poked at the touch screen. Music came out, blasting at first. He had to quickly lower the volume while the others winced. “Hang on, hang on.” The quality was a little tinny, but it was perfectly danceable. Stevie Nicks’ hypnotic voice belted out the grainy beginings of April’s favorite song

Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night And wouldn’t you love to love her?

He set the phone on the edge of the ledge, climbing onto the roof proper and tugging on April’s pigtails lightly. “C’mon, Kitten. I don’t wanna waste the last long night out, y’know?” April grinned and gave Mike a playful shove. “Knock it off.” “No, really!” Mike looked over April’s shoulder and wagged his brow ridges. “Leo, tell April she has to dance with me!” Leo sipped his beer without looking at either of the little ones. “April, go dance with Mike.” His lips turned up at the corners. Rolling her eyes, April hopped over the ledge to join Mike. It wasn’t exactly a dancing song, but it was her favorite, and Michelangelo was as inclined to indulge her as Leo or Raph. Mike wrapped his right arm around her waist, taking her hand and giving her a quick spin before pulling her closer and taking the lead. Leo, Raph, and Donnie swiveled around to watch the two of them finding the rhythm.

She is like a cat in the dark And then she is the darkness She rules her life like a fine skylark And when the sky is starless…

April ignored the first icy breath of the wind against her cheeks and shut her eyes, pretending the whole world was watching, like she had a spotlight on her, and instead of tight-fitting, black-and-grey leggings and wrap-around shirt, she wore a long, flowing dress and fresh flowers in her hair.

Rhiannon...

The background singers repeated, and then were abruptly cut off by a high-pitched voice suddenly crooning, Ohhhh This is a story ‘bout a guy named Al, and he lived in the sewer with his hamster pal, and all of them were startled out of whatever reverie they were all in. Mike dropped April’s hand and rushed for the phone, picking it up just as the jingle died. His thumbs flew as he texted madly. Leo turned to Donnie. “Did you check in?” he asked a little anxiously. Donnie shook his head. “You were supposed to!” “I thought you were! You told him you would!” “I said we would! We, as in ‘any one of us!’” Between them, Raph looked disgusted. “You two’re hopeless.” Mike finished typing out his text and listened for the beep. “He says make sure we’re home on time.” “That’s a given,” Don said. “Anything else?” Leo asked. The phone beeped again. “Um. He wants a selfie of us,” Mike said. Don squished close to Raph on one side, Leo on the other. April climbed into Don’s lap and ducked her head a little so she wasn’t blocking either Raph or Donnie’s faces. Mike crouched between Raph and Leo and held his phone up sideways, preparing to take a picture. “Everybody smile!” He paused for a moment, then said, “Raph, c’mon, smile.” “I am smiling,” said Raphael. He did not smile. “Damn it, Raph, just smile!” Leo said, poking him in the side. In retaliation, Raph parted his lips in an epic grimace, displaying teeth in shark-like proportions. Mike snapped the picture and sent it before Leo could protest. “Damn it, Raph!” “That was a smile! I smiled!” The two of them went back and forth for a minute when the phone beeped again. Michelangel read the response, then groaned loudly, grabbing their attention. “Eh?” “Wha-?” Mike rubbed his eyes, a headache apparently setting in. He handed the phone to Leo, who read it, shut his eyes, and blew a loud sigh out his nose, before passing the phone over to Raph. Raph took the phone, read it, and screamed, “Sonovabitch!” Donnie snatched the phone away while Raphael advanced on his younger brother. He held it out for April to read it with him. The message was short and simple. “Next time, make sure the beer bottles are not in frame.” Her stomach sinking, she scrolled the text screen up. There, indeed, was the photograph, shot at an angle to get everyone in frame, two half-empty sixers included by Mike’s feet. “You couldn’t pay attention for two seconds?” Raph hollered at Mike. Mike rolled his eyes, but his mouth pulled down guiltily at the corners. “Gezuz, Mike!” “You guys didn’t move! You just squished in! Why weren’t you paying attention?” Leo said, “Maybe we should pack it in.” He looked regretfully at the untouched beer bottles. “Yeah,” April said, “head home early and avoid being beheaded at dawn. He can kill us immediately.” And then a flash of light. Everyone blinked, caught off-guard. “Was that lightning?” Mike asked. “That was not lightning,” Leo said. All heads turned to April. As baffled as they were, she pointed both hands at her right hip, where her camera remained undisturbed. Meaning, if it wasn’t her camera flash going off… A second flash alerted the group to the direction of the camera. They turned and looked. Two buildings down, there was a mild commotion. Of the camera man, all they could make out at this distance was a hunched figure that looked like it was wearing a mask. It stood up straight when they looked at it, cocked its head, and then apparently figured out they realized it was there, because it turned on its heels and took off at top speed, jumping from one roof to the next, more clumsily than they, but surprisingly fast. “Oh,” said Leo. “Shhhhhhhhit!”

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name: evelyn charlotte banks nicknames: charlotte , lottie , lott , char , charlie , charmander , etc. but she no longer goes by evelyn in this lifetime age: twenty three physically , sixty seven biologically sexuality: panromantic / sexual pronouns: she / her , cisfemale species: vampire sign: gemini spotify: here pinterest: here

hello moon beams and star shines , this is late but i’ve just been busy with work ! i’ve got the time to try and finish stuff now , so i’m gonna work on trying to do my daughter’s intro. if you’d like to plot feel free to hmu via tumblr im or ask for my discord bc i’ll gladly give it. i also play rune ( shadow graced human ) so yeah it’s snottie back at it again , anything you want to know about me or lottie alike hmu or just read below to find out more about my sweet serial killer vamp princess

── the high council is prepared to hear the story of EVELYN CHARLOTTE ‘ LOTTIE ‘ BANKS , a VAMPIRE while noted as a WANDERER. we might of mistaken them as MADELAINE PETSCH. appearances may be deceiving, with immortality being so common among supernaturals. this being has walked the earth for NINETY years, and their face reflects an age of TWENTY THREE they’re a CITIZEN of estonia and will be residing in TALLIN.

during their stay of the harvest they shall work by day as a STRIPPER to blend in with the mortal crowd. however, at night you might find them as AN ESCORT / ASSASSIN. they’re UNHAPPY about the harvest, however, they plan to please the high council.

PERSONALITY.

vampire beauty queen , primadonna , self-proclaimed princess. this darling girl has always loved attention , luxury , all things beautiful and transitioning to the darkness only heightened that love. so much so that she will do just about anything to satisfy her own wants or needs. lottie is ruthless , verging on sociopathic. she is delicate , but she is dangerous. she is by no means unfeeling though , nor incapable of love. she can be sweet , she can be soft , she can be pink cheeks and bright smiles just as she can be bloody lips and deranged laughter. she is genuinely kind , loving and gentle unless your death would make her happier than your being alive.

ruling planet: mercury — the planet of communication body parts: shoulders , arms , hands element: air good day: fascinating , original , resourceful , charming , wise , adventurous bad day: restless , distracted , two-faced , judgmental , depressed , overwhelmed favorite things: cell phones , fast cars , trendy clothes , obscure music , guitars , books , clubbing least favorite things: small-minded people , dress codes , authority figures , silence , routines secret wish: to have all the answers how to spot her: mischievous twinkle in her eyes, humming , talking with her hands where you’ll find her: taking pictures , behind the bar , in a chat room , playing devil’s advocate keywords: communication , collaboration , synergy , cleverness , wittiness , inventiveness , ingenuity

charlotte’s energy circulates in a quick and frenetic way , witty wordplay and dynamic dialogue are her forte. she is great for brainstorming and socializing , but craves “ twin flame ” and kindred spirit energy and is always up for an intellectual meeting of the minds.

under the influence she can find herself with the gift of gab , talking and conversing with others for hours hopping from pop culture trends to deep political topics. beware of when she becomes a “ gossip girl , ” as she can crank up the rumor mill. as renowned dr. bernie siegel says , “ we have the ability to cure with either ‘ words ’ or kill with ‘ swords. ' ”

the essence of charlie’s energy is fascinating , original , resourceful , charming , wise , and adventurous. some negative manifestations can devolve into more restless , distracted , two-faced , judgmental , depressed , and overwhelmed energy.

lottie has a tendency to ride the roller coaster of life , spiraling skywards one minute and plunging into lows the next. if you can keep up with her vibes though , you’ll have one hell of a thrill !

charlotte exhibits great creative synergy , instantly connecting people to each other. always inclined to spend time with friends and focused on changing the world one idea at a time.

a little bit older and wiser , more flexible and comfortable with change than others. she can “ chameleon ” herself to fit into a variety of situations.

can come across as clever and quick-witted , eager to dish out the juiciest pieces of news and happenings to their friends via text message and social media. in case that’s not enough , she’ll probably send you a snapchat story for good measure.

lottie loves fast cars , trendy clothes and any wacky gadgets or games they can tinker around with. part of the fun ( and curse ) of this fiery red head is that you’re never quite sure which personality you’re going to experience. will it be the vivacious , pun-dishing jokester or the snarky , mean-spirited critic ? if you’re willing to see fifty shades of crazy , she’ll color your life in thrilling ways !

BACKGROUND.

evelyn charlotte banks was born june fourth , 1930 and was given the dark gift in the early fifties ( so you’ll definitely notice some call backs to that time period ). she has grown and developed and adapted throughout time better than most , but you can take the sock hop away from the girl but not out of her. she remembers her life before , but doesn’t dwell on nor even really miss it.

she grew up in your rather classic straight lace upper middle class suburban family and community with her perfect nuclear family. the town they lived in was small , close knit , and everyone knew everyone but especially who evelyn’s family was.

she was in a lot of pageants growing up and was even platinum blonde for most of her human life , because she was so afraid her red hair would keep her from being successful.

when she was eighteen years old with big shiny dreams of silver screens , luxury , and eyes all on her was all she could think of. she left her family and their small generational hometown in georgia for bigger , better things in none other than hollywood.

she was on her way , so desperate to be in the movies and be like marilyn monroe but shortly after is when she became ensnared by darkness and evil. she wasn’t very successful at all in the beginning so , she started wearing tighter , shinier outfits when she was on stage when suddenly she started getting actual recognition.

she wasn’t acting like she had intended , but it turned out her voice was good enough to land her plenty of lounge singing gigs in multiple joints. it was one particularly dark , seedy , dangerous joint that only opened once the sun set completely and closed upon the sun rise that she finally started to get propositioned to do so-called ‘ film gigs. it was also in this place where she met him for the first time.

( tw: cult ment. ) her maker is very old and before she ever knew he was anything more than a handsome older gentleman she was fully under his control. he was something of a cult leader who for the most part glamoured his ‘ followers ‘ , but that was never necessary with charlotte. she was thoroughly and completely in love with her maker , she even ‘ married ‘ him and lived on his compound.

( tw: rape ment. , assault ment. ) it wouldn’t be for a few more years that he would finally turn her ,and only after he found her brutally beaten and raped for nothing more than a snuff film. her maker found her on the verge of death and wasted no time in saving her life by bestowing his dark gift upon her.

( tw: murder ment. ) to say that lottie felt indebted to and fell in love with her maker to the point of obsession was an understatement , she would do anything and everything he asked of her including murder not in the name of feeding.

( tw: death ment. ) the films she was in were kept in the dark underbelly of the industry and no one was none the wiser , not to mention everyone thought she was dead after her last film.

so , she eventually did make her debut in film and was even on the silver screen finally. this only lasted for as long as she could get away with not aging before eventually she disappeared off the radar with her maker. the two traveled far and wide for a long time , but eventually went their separate ways even though lottie wanted nothing of the sort her maker commanded she live her own life without him now.

( tw: murder ment. ) she has since become something of a murderer ?? she prefers to call herself an assassin but it’s rare anyone actually pays her to murder anyone. you could even call her a serial killer if you take into account that her victims are almost always men of the unsavory variety , but she has two sides to her personality and it’s not like she’s full maniac.

ETC.

if you know what yandere means she fits that description very well , and if you don’t know what it means well: a common term in otaku fandom , a yandere is a person ( usually female ) romantically obsessed with someone to the point of using violent means to get them in their arms. often can be seen featured with a sharp weapon and a psychotic grin.

pretty much she comes off as this sweet , lovely , beautiful woman with lots of talent but in reality she can switch that off in an instant and literally kill you without any hesitation if it benefits her or someone she loves.

anyway she has been in estonia for only a bit now , but how long is flexible. she probably likes the scenery and the supernatural presence , but she’s honestly not a country mouse at all.

also not that she needs money , but there is very little she loves more than attention and money. she works at a club as live entertainment on occasion , singing or stripping or bartending or occasionally doing , mostly for the attention but also if she’s in need of money.

#vainglory.community #vainglory.intro #DOSSIER.

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elizabethemerald · 5 years

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How about something with Toby and Jim?

You said Toby and Jim and my mind went to a scene I’ve wanted to write for the longest time. Toby asking Jim out After the Eternal Night. This is part of my Poly Trollhunters series that I’m calling Hammer, Sword and Staff. This one also got a llttle long.

Also for some reason it keeps deleting my read more. Sorry everyone!

Jim sniffed while he stalked his way around the barn. The Eclipse Blade felt heavy in his hand as he sniffed again. For some reason his senses were even stronger than a normal troll's. He had keener hearing and a sharper sense of smell.

Dawn was slowly approaching as he continued inspecting the perimeter. This was so far his least favorite place Trollmarket had stopped for shelter. The barn stank of humans, though it smelled like they hadn't been here in months. The last thing they needed was a human discovering an entire village of trolls without another scrap of shade around for miles.

As Jim passed the open barn door he could see Claire, Blinky and Nomura working to cover the gaping hole in the roof. He desperately wanted to jump in and help them. He loved working with Claire, and would never turn away from helping Blinky. Even Ms. Nomura was always interesting to talk to, but he was the Trollhunter. He had other duties.

Jim finished his patrol close to the barn and began making a wider circle. He kept sniffing at the ground and the air, his ears twitching this way and that, showing his annoyance.

Trollmarket is moving so slowly. They've already been on the road for two weeks and they weren't even out of California yet. Only being able to travel at night at the start of summer stalled their progress.

Making matters even worse Merlin had disappeared a few days ago. Just up and vanished during the day. Even his disappearance didn't stop him from haranguing Jim. Merlin appeared in what Claire called an astral form to hurry them on everytime they stopped. If he had been here he could easily use his magic to finish covering the hole so the trolls would be safe from the sun's touch.

Jim's ear flicked as he heard Claire swear inside. Nomura had already been swearing for the past couple of minutes, getting increasingly creative with her swears as the large cloth they were trying to tie over the hole continued to defy them. He glanced at the silo that sat near the barn. The top had just been illuminated. They had maybe five minutes to get everyone inside and under cover before day break.

He hurried his patrol into a jog, bounding around the area to check for any traps or other problems. As he ran he waved to the last few trolls still not inside the barn, hurrying them inside. Right before the light of day touched him Jim dashed inside.

As the last trolls got settled inside the cloth slipped out of Nomura’s grasp and was about to fall to the ground. Claire swore explosively, Jim was certain he heard swears in at least three languages. Then she grabbed a handful of wooden staves, her eyes glowing purple, she threw them at the canvas. Each stave imbedded itself into the wooden beams of the roof, pinning the cloth over the hole. She flinched a little as one of the staves blasted clean through the wood and rocketed skyward.

“Well done Lady Claire.” Blinky said, clapping his hands together.

“You couldn’t have done that from the beginning?” Nomura said

“No I could not have done that from the beginning! I barely know what I can and can’t do with my magic. And the one person who could teach me disappeared for four days!” Claire snapped in return. Jim stepped up smartly to them.

“I swept the perimeter. No threats detected, and every troll accounted for.” Jim reported to Blinky. The four armed troll smiled at Jim.

“Thank goodness for that. With the cover in place we will be able to rest for the remainder of the day without too much worry.” Blinky replied, clapping Claire and Nomura on their shoulders.

“Well done with that you three.”

“Come on Jim.” Claire said, she was covered in sweat from trying to get the cover in place.

“I mean it. Well done.”

“Well since Little Gynt approves then I guess we did a good job after all.” Nomura sneered. Then she walked away to be by herself.

Jim decided against pushing his luck by following her. Claire walked slowly over to where she had dumped her pack when she had hurried to help Blinky. She unpacked slowly, her exhaustion weighing on her.

Jim was about to help her get settled when his phone went off. He moved quickly away from the other trolls. The last thing he wanted was for any of them to get angry at him for disturbing their rest. He pulled his phone from the back of his armor. As close as he could tell the phone was stored in the armor somewhere. Toby was calling! Jim carefully hit the answer button on the now too small phone.

“Heya Tobes!” Jim said excitedly.

“H-hey Jimbo. Uh... how is the trek going?” Toby said. Jim didn’t need his trollish hearing to pick up how nervous Toby was. Now that he thought about it, it was the crack of dawn. During summer vacation. Toby was never awake at this hour.

“The trek is fine.” Jim said shortly. “Is everything ok Toby?”

There was a long pause on the other end. Jim almost started worrying that the call had dropped. Finally Toby spoke again.

“We’re pretty good friends right Jim?” Toby said. His voice was so quiet over the phone.

“Toby we are the best of friends. You mean more to me than anything in the world. What is this about?”

“So I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, really I’ve been thinking ever since you went into the Darklands. And I talked to Darci and she says she's ok with it as long as Claire is. And I really regret not bringing this up before you left for New Jersey. Now even if you say yes we won’t be able to actually do anything. I guess I could always call and talk to you but we couldn’t go on any real dates.”

Jim had been listening to his friend’s rambling as closely as he could. The last sentence brought everything into sharp focus.

“Wait wait Toby. Are you asking me out? Are you saying you want to date me?” Jim asked. He could barely keep the excitement out of his voice. Toby was his best friend in the whole world. Had been his best and closest friend since they were children. Jim hadn’t told anyone before, but Toby was his first kiss. A kiss that helped sustain him during the long weeks in the Darklands. Sure dating Toby would mean a potentially awkward conversation with Claire, but Jim was pretty sure she would understand.

“Uh, I… uh.” Toby hesitated. Then the line went dead. Jim shook his head, classic Tobes, he got nervous and hung up. Jim immediately called his friend back. Toby didn’t answer. Jim rolled his eyes. And dialed again. This time the call was canceled from Toby’s side.

Jim wanted to pull his horns out in his frustration. If Toby had his way they won’t talk again for a week and he will pretend the conversation never happened. Jim called again. Toby hung up on him again. He wanted to scream his frustration.

Jim shoved his phone in his mouth and bit down hard. He had chewed the phone and swallowed before he had a chance to think about what he was doing. He could only look at his empty hands in horror. He hadn’t felt this bad for eating something he shouldn’t have since his mom found him eating the blender. He groaned softly and grabbed his horns. After a few moments of sitting there stewing in his annoyance he stood up.

He quietly made his way through the snoozing trolls till he came to where Claire had fallen asleep in her armor. After the all night march, followed by wrestling the covering, and the powerful magic she used, no wonder she was so quickly asleep. Jim hated the thought of waking her. But this wasn’t a conversation that could wait.

Jim softly shook her awake. She looked up confused and disoriented, but relaxed when she saw her boyfriend’s smiling face.

“I’m sorry to wake you. Toby just called me. I don’t think this is a conversation that can't wait till nightfall.”

Claire looked carefully at his face for a few a short moment, before nodding and getting up. Jim helped her out of her armor so she could actually sit comfortably then together they walked to the door of the barn. There was no where inside they could have a private conversation, and Jim didn’t quite want this to be a topic of gossip for all the trolls. Claire grabbed one of the emergency umbrellas and together they ventured out into the sun. They sat together in the shade of silo.

“What’s up Jim?” Claire didn’t sound worried, only curious. Jim knew he rarely woke her up except for emergencies, but he hoped his tone and casual movements made it clear that everyone at home was still safe.

"Toby just called. He wanted to ask me out. Like on a date." Jim tried to keep his voice calm. He didn't want to do the same thing Toby did and get nervous and back out.

"Toby is aware you are already spoken for, and so is he?" Claire asked. She had her legs curled up to her chest as she sat on the ground. She looked so tired and had her head resting on her knees.

"Uh, yes. He mentioned, kind of in passing that Darci was ok with the idea as long as you were." Jim suddenly felt way more nervous. He loved Claire and didn't want to ruin things with her, but he knew without a second thought that he also loved Toby.

"This isn't because I'm not enough for you is it?" Claire asked. She seemed to shrink before Jim's eyes. She was so small, so vulnerable, so scared of losing him. He carefully wrapped her in a hug.

"This has nothing to do with that. I love you. I will always love you. And I also love Toby. I've loved him for years, now that I think about it. It was thinking of you two that kept me going in the Darklands. You and Toby."

Jim held her close for several minutes, while she kept her face hidden. He was half afraid she had fallen asleep while he was talking. Finally she took a deep breath and sat up a little straighter. She unfolded her legs and stretched them out.

"So what did Toby say next?"

"Well he said he regretted not bringing this up before we left. I asked him if he was asking me out. Then he hung up." Claire snorted at that. "I called him back a few times but he didn't answer. And then I uh…" Jim looked away embarrassed. "I ate my phone."

"Jim!" Claire smacked his arm lightly. "How are we going to get you a new phone while we are on the road? And you have no idea what the battery acid could do to your stomach!"

"I didn't do it on purpose!" Jim said, holding up his hands to ward off further smacks, though they didn't hurt at all with his stone skin. "I just...reacted on instinct. Then I woke you up and we had this conversation."

"Ok." Claire said. Jim looked at her in confusion, was she agreeing? "I'm going to have to call Darci and confirm that she's ok with this, you understand?"

Jim nodded and Claire kept speaking. "If we open our relationship are you going to let me date other people too?" Jim nodded again. "Are you going to get all territorial if I date another girl?" He shook his head. "What about if I date a boy? Even that dude from the Battle of the Bands?"

Jim hesitated. He distinctly remembered the way he acted around the band guy. What was his name? Anyways he could currently feel a twist in his gut at the thought of her with him. Claire sighed.

"We can work on that. If you want us to open our relationship I want it to be on even terms. And I don't want you getting aggressive any time a boy comes up and talks to me."

Jim nodded, his eyes down and his ears laid back. Suddenly he perked up. "Wait does that mean you are willing to try?"

"Yes it does. But if you want me to accept that you have enough love for me and Toby you need to accept that I have enough love for you and...Toby, or Darci, or Mary or anyone else I want to date. Though as of right now that's the limit of who I'm interested in."

Jim smiled as Claire pulled out her own phone. "You and Toby too, huh?"

She smiled, a slight blush on her cheeks. Rather than answer she dialed her friend.

"Do you mind if I listen in too?" Jim asked as the phone rang. Claire nodded and switched the call to speaker phone.

"Hello Claire-bear!" Darci's voice sang as she answered.

"Hey, Darci! I-" before Claire could say another word, Toby's voice came through the phone. He was talking so fast and so loud that Jim had to put his hand over the phone to keep him from waking the trolls.

They couldn't tell exactly what he was saying considering Toby didn't seem to pause for even a breath, but as close as they could tell Toby apologized up and down for "ruining things" and was terrified that Jim had been hurt or had disappeared. When Jim was on the edge of shouting over Toby, even knowing it would wake all the trolls they heard the sound of someone wrestling the phone away from him.

Darci's voice came back this time slightly echoey. "Claire? You're on speaker phone."

"So are you Darci. Jim and I are here."

"Oh thank god!" Toby sounded like he wanted to ramp up into another apologetic ramble but his was voice was suddenly muffled. Jim assumed Darci had covered his mouth.

"Let them speak or you'll never get your answer." Darci said to her boyfriend. "Go ahead Claire."

"Before I say anything else I want to make sure. Darci did you know Toby was wanting to open up your relationship?"

"Yes I knew. We've been talking about it for the past week. So if you two need more time you can call us again later."

"Jim and I will have our conversation about boundaries and expectations later, our decision is already made." Claire paused and looked at Jim. He smiled at her and she smiled right back. He could see her nervousness disappear. "We've decided to open our relationship too."

"I'm so glad to hear you say that!" Jim thought he could hear a strange tone in Darci's voice, but it was a little lost in Toby cheering in the background. Jim glanced at Claire to see if she had noticed the gone. She was blushing scarlet, her face red all the way up to the roots of her hair. Jim smiled, so that's what that tone meant.

"I was wondering," Toby began. "Now, that's decided, if Jim and I could have some time for a call just the two of us?"

Jim blushed almost as hard as Claire had. Darci and Claire laughed.

"Darci, I'll call you sometime this week! Let's let the boys have their call!" Claire laughed and kissed Jim on his cheek. Then she whispered to him. "I'm going back to bed. Don't wake me again today unless it's an emergency. We can talk more tonight."

Jim barely heard Darci say her own farewells. He felt like his long ears were burning. Claire got up stretching and walked back to the barn.

"And don't eat my phone!" She called back softly over her shoulder.

Jim could hear Toby walking up his stairs and getting comfortable on his bed. So Jim also stretched out getting more comfortable in the shade of the silo. He wouldn't be able to talk long but be could still talk.

"That conversation went better than I expected." Toby said. Jim couldn't help but snort and laugh.

"Toby you rambled for minutes, then hung up without actually asking me out. I ate my phone. Then when my girlfriend calls yours you take the phone and go right back to rambling! And you still haven't actually asked me out!"

Toby gave a nervous laugh. "Well Jim Lake Jr. Would you like to go out with me?"

"Tobias Domzalski, I would love to!" They both fell to laughing.

When Toby could catch his breath again he asked, "Wait, did you say you ate your phone?"

They continued talking, long into the morning. Catching up on everything that had happened, and getting their feelings that had been hidden for far too long out into the open.

#jim lake jr #claire nunez #toby domzalski #Trollhunters #after the eternal night #Hammer sword and staff #long post #shit sorry #For some reason it won't let me add a read more

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keeroo92 · 5 years

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Crimson Tide Ch6

Chapter Six - Planar Explorations

---Dante---

Dante didn’t know how long they’d been walking in this obnoxious realm of color and light, but it was too damn long in his opinion. It was like being trapped inside a children’s story. At least, until a swarm of demons appeared. They had a tendency to shatter the illusion. In fact, he was oddly grateful each time they attacked; fights kept his mind busy, kept him from thinking about how fucked they were.

They walked mostly in silence, both focused on moving forward, but now and then Nero would pipe up with a question. Though Dante hated teaching, he found it a nice break from the monotony of endless walking. It helped immensely that the kid didn’t constantly heckle him.

“Hey, Dante.”

He glanced at the young warrior beside him, waiting for the boy to continue.

“Is there some way to predict the portals or is it a crapshoot?”

Dante barked out a laugh. The first time he found himself in the Underworld, he’d asked the same question. He didn’t find the answer until years later, when he met Trish.

“Depends on the person. A couple demons can tell where a portal goes without crossing, but for most it’s a matter of luck and timing.”

Nero stared at him, grappling with the new information. They walked onward in silence for a few minutes, passing a purple field dotted with painfully luminous yellow bushes. He trained his eyes forward, ignoring the blinding light as Nero spoke again.

“What do you mean, ‘timing’?”

Dante stretched his shoulders beneath his massive sword, taking a seat to face the other direction and watch the cerulean grass waving in the breeze. It had clumps of orange and red flowers similar to polka dots; the shades were less offensive to his eyes than the atrocious field behind him. Nero followed his lead, taking a sip of blood with barely a grimace as he plopped onto the ground. He’d adjusted quickly after the first few sips.

“See, the planes aren’t stable. They move. They’re like little bubbles or some shit, and they have to shift every time another plane pops up. To make room, I guess. I don’t really get it myself, but Trish said the one that’s closest to where you are when you cross is where you end up. She said the portals are where the edges of the realms overlap.”

Nero’s eyes narrowed in thought. He was a smart kid, a good head on his shoulders.

But he’s still got a lot to learn.

“Well, fuck.”

Dante nodded his agreement, pulling the last few scraps of blood-soaked demon flesh from his pocket to eat. He handed some to Nero and they shifted to snack, their devilish bodies insulating them from any illness they would otherwise catch from the putrid remains. The tomato shade of the mountains on either side of the valley they were traversing made him long for his favorite food.

“Damn, I miss pizza,” Dante said between bites. Nero snorted in amusement.

“Well, I miss Kyrie’s cooking.”

Dante snickered. “I bet that’s not all you miss from her!”

Nero shot him a yellow eyed glare, the blue of his cheeks deepening into a dark azure. “Shut up.”

Dante laughed again as he swallowed the last of his snack and stood. He stepped away, cresting the hill they’d been climbing. He paused to take in the view even though it made him cross eyed, searching.

I never knew there were so many colors.

He panned his gaze across the horizon to find a hint of amber light coming from behind a boulder. There were a couple Antenora skulking about, but no real threats. He found it odd that the only greater demon they’d encountered so far was a Titan.

Where is everybody? Something weird is going on. I expected us to get discovered by whoever's in charge by now.

He suppressed the thought as Nero joined him at the top of the hill, and he pointed at the light. “A portal. Ready to roll the dice?”

His nephew launched himself skyward in response, pumping his wings to shoot toward the gateway. Dante grinned and followed, a red blur in the sky to match the blue. His heart was thundering in his chest, the tiny flame of hope growing as they neared the gateway.

We might be going home.

But first…

He tilted his wings and summoned his blade, swiping it across the head of an Antenora as he passed by. It roared at the sudden attack, its cleavers slicing empty air in retaliation. Nero landed three quick shots from Blue Rose and the Antenora fell to the ground, dead.

“Good thing I softened him up for ya!” Dante taunted, already headed for the second Antenora. Nero smirked, rising to the challenge and racing over to the demon to slice it clean in half.

“Like I need your help, geezer!”

They landed side by side and approached the glowing doorway, hope shining in their eyes. It was the first portal they’d found in… however long they’d been here. Dante estimated it had been a little over two weeks, judging by their consumption of blood, but he couldn’t be sure. Regardless, they were both more than ready to go home.

Or at the very least, leave this shitty place behind.

“Well, here goes nothing,” Dante murmured, and stepped into the embrace of the portal.

It felt like diving into a pool and trying to reach the bottom. His ears popped and he couldn’t breathe. The same hue of yellow soaked through his closed lids, so bright he thought he’d go blind. A smell of hot mustard and methane filled his nose and he struggled not to sneeze as he felt a firm surface beneath his feet. The light faded, the crossing complete.

He opened his eyes.

The new plane was shadowed and dark. Mountains surrounded him, high peaks rising to stab at the blackened sky with tips covered in blue ice. Dante exhaled and watched his breath steam the air as goosebumps erupted on his flesh. He rubbed his arms and looked down, wondering how high he’d landed.

“Oh, shit!”

He stood at the summit of a crag, looking down at a steep expanse of glittering ice over a mile deep. A gust of frozen wind lifted his wings and he forced them closed to remain on the tiny ledge. Nero stepped forward a few seconds later, teeth already chattering despite the heat their devil forms provided.

“Fuck, guess Hell froze over, eh?”

Dante grunted, already scanning the neighboring peaks for the familiar amber glow. He imagined if there was one nearby, it would be easy to spot. The ice might reflect the glow. Yet all he saw was blue and black, no yellow warmth to be found. As his teeth chattered, Dante realized the danger they faced. If they remained here for too long, they risked hypothermia.

“Right. Don’t see any other portals, so we’re gonna have to look around a bit. Think you can fly in this?” he asked his nephew. The young warrior nodded, stubbornness making his brow furrow as he spread his wings and let the stiff wind carry him off the cliff side. Dante followed close behind, and together they circled the peaks, eyes cast downward in hope.

Again, they spotted a surprisingly low number of demons. Staying airborne meant they didn’t have to fight any of them, but even if they had taken them all on simultaneously it wouldn’t have taken over ten minutes.

Something is definitely off…

They flew until the sky began to lighten, the darkness lifting as sunlight illuminated the world around them. It brought the temperature up, barely. The solid beating of their wings became erratic, clumsy as the bitter cold set further into their bones. Dante’s hands were numb, his toes tingling like they were asleep.

We’re running out of time.

He glanced at Nero to see his hands stuffed in his armpits, his shivering so violent it sent the ethereal glow of his wings fluttering. The young man’s eyes were fixed downward, searching desperately for a way out.

“Dante, look!”

Nero pointed toward a small valley in the distance, a vague shade of orange rising from the ice.

“G- good eye, Nero! Let’s g- go!”

The distance to their goal felt insurmountable, but still they flew onward. The edges of Dante’s vision were going black when they began their descent, but he gripped onto consciousness with all his strength and pushed through it. He didn’t even bother to land as they reached the portal, flying straight through with Nero just behind him.

Under the shadow of a particularly icy peak, a lone demon watched the two white-haired humanoid figures fly through the gateway. Its voice was cold and grating as it spoke a single word.

“Ssssspardaaaa…”

---Nero---

The portal felt like an oven and his extremities screamed in shock at the rapid change in temperature. He felt his blood rushing to his fingers and toes as his shivering faded away, and opened his eyes as the crossing ended. He found a cloudy blur, unable to discern any details as he took the first breath.

And choked as water flooded his mouth.

Fuck!

A warm hand grasped his forearm and pulled. Nero forced his exhausted body to move, swimming in what he assumed was upward as quickly as he could. He still couldn’t see, but the hand on his arm remained and he could only assume Dante was beside him.

The urge to inhale grew stronger and he had to focus to keep himself from automatically obeying his body’s needs. His ears popped and the tightness in his chest consumed him but still he rose. Finally, he heard something change as his head broke the surface and he took a gasping breath of sweet, sweet air. Beside him, Dante choked as he did the same, coughing up a few mouthfuls of water.

Nero leaned back, floating as he gathered his wits. He didn’t see any nearby land, no shores or islands to rest upon. Only water extending in every direction. He needed to rest, they both did.

“Dante, do you know where we are?”

His uncle, finally able to breathe normally again, spun around a few times to get his bearings with a muttered curse.

“Motherfucker… Yeah, I know where we are.”

Nero gulped at the morose tone of his uncle’s voice.

That can’t be a good sign.

“This is Armisael, a water world. We’re gonna have to dive to find another portal.”

And the water is too damn cloudy to see anything. We are so fucked.

“How deep is the water?”

Dante grimaced. “You ever heard of the Marianas Trench?”

Oh yeah, we’re doomed.

#Crimson Tide #v x reader #devil may cry #reader insert #dmc dante #dmc nero #my writing #fanfic

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wilderwestking · 5 years

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Wings of Fire Chapter 7 Read On AO3|FF

Summary: Plagued by dragons, Berk offers a sacrifice. Astrid swears she will end the feared Dragon Master’s life, but when the Dragon Master’s war becomes her own, Astrid must figure out whose side she’s really on.

Rating: M

This chapter has A LOT of whump in it and also feels.

Astrid was accustomed to dragon fire.

Being at war with dragons her entire life, she had grown used to the smell of sulfur and burning wood. She had learned to ignore the smell of burning flesh and keep on fighting. Astrid knew the kinds of pain that only a dragon could bring.

But nothing could prepare her for the flames of the dragon queen.

Fire, hotter than anything she had ever experienced, washed over their ledge, encompassing every rock and dragon and…person in its path.

It didn’t seem real.

Hiccup had been standing there only moments before. Now…oh, Gods.

Hiccup.

Hiccup was in that fire.

Gods, she was going to be sick. Bile rose in her throat, thick and acidic.

Hiccup was dead .

Not even the Dragon Master could survive a fire like that.

Astrid wanted to scream. In fear. For help. She wanted to scream until her throat was raw and the warriors of Berk heard her pleas and boarded their longships to rescue her. She wanted to scream until the gods themselves took pity on her and sent aid.

She was screaming.

Loud and furious and sorrowful and feral and…not her.

It was Toothless’s roar that filled the cavern, silencing the dragon flock and extinguishing the queen’s flames. His roar echoed off the walls, shaking Astrid to her bones and reminding her why her people hid and prayed that Night Furies did not find them. Covering her ears, the realization hit her.

Toothless was challenging the queen.

Dropping down from his perch to stand over the body of his rider, Toothless stared down six, angry eyes.

Beneath him, Hiccup remained motionless. Then, as the last of the flames receded, he stirred. Rising like Surtr from the smoldering rubble, he took shelter behind his dragon. His chest heaved, taking in deep breaths of the sulfur-filled air.

Astrid was sure that he was as shocked as she was that he had lifted his head and found himself in the Red Death’s nest and not Helgafjell.

He checked his armor, looking for burns before remembering that Astrid too had suffered the dragon’s flames. Hiccup turned his head briskly, desperately scanning the rocks for her.

Locking eyes, Astrid saw the relief in his eyes and she hoped he saw the apology in hers.

Toothless warbled, drawing Hiccup’s attention away from Astrid and to the Red Death. Hiccup placed a hand on Toothless’s flank, a sign that he was there.

Then, Toothless’s eyes turned to slits and he fired three plasma blasts—not at the Red Death, but at the ledges above her head.

The force of the blasts brought the rocks tumbling down, striking the Red Death and raining down a cloud of dust. Blinded, the queen shook her head of the debris, snarling and snapping in fury as she attempted to clear her vision.

With the queen distracted, Hiccup wasted little time. Scrambling into the saddle, he held an arm out for Astrid, waving her over. “Let’s go, hurry!”

Toothless shot two more blasts, covering Astrid as she ran forward. Leaping into the saddle, she wrapped her arms around Hiccup’s middle. Forearms burning, she ripped her arms away from his scalding armor and clung to the saddle leathers as Toothless dropped from the ledge and rocketed skyward.

The queen screamed, ordering the mass of dragons to stop them from leaving. Obeying their queen, the dragons took from their perches, swirling around the Night Fury and blocking their path forward.

Hovering, Toothless threw his head to the left and right, looking for an opening.

“Bud, we gotta move!” Hiccup said urgently.

Below them, the queen rose up, attempting to snap them from the air. Toothless dodged her bite, hovering just above her reach. A Zippleback was not as lucky.

An opening appeared through the wall of wings and tails and fangs.

Astrid could see light flickering at the top of the cave. Toothless surged forward, maneuvering through the dragons.

They would make it .

A Skrill, nearly double the size of an average Skrill, slammed into Toothless.

Astrid was knocked from the saddle.

Hiccup, reacting in time, grabbed Astrid’s arm.

Dangling in the air, Astrid stared wide-eyed at the Titan-Wing. Lightning crackled dangerously from its wing tips as it snarled. Hair standing on end from the dragon’s static, Astrid kicked her legs uselessly.

“Hiccup, pull me up!” She shouted.

“I’m trying!” He shouted down at her, “You’re heavier than you look.”

She grabbed at Hiccup, finding purchase in the gap beneath his breastplate and under-armor. Ignoring the burning in her hands, she pulled herself back into the saddle.

“Get us out of here, bud!” Hiccup cried, urging Toothless forward.

Toothless growled at the Skrill, body twisting in the air as the two danced and maneuvered around the other. While Toothless had agility over the Skrill, the sheer size of the beast made it hard to move around. Especially when the circling wall of dragons was growing smaller and smaller by the second.

If they were not avoiding the Skrill they were avoiding the talons of dragons, giving them little time to focus on escape.

Astrid watched the Skrill, trying to find a weakness to use against it. The Skrill, hovering in the air, charged its next attack. Lightning sparked and jumped from scale-to-scale as the dragon flapped its wings.

“Your sword, Hiccup! Give me your sword!” Astrid yelled.

“Little busy!” Hiccup called to her, pulling on Toothless’s rig to avoid the dragon as it dove at them.

Astrid closed her eyes, clinging to the saddle as Toothless barrel-rolled to avoid the dive. Opening her eyes, she saw the dragon rounding on them, preparing for a second dive.

Taking the fight into her own hands, she reached forward, grabbing the sword from the holster on Hiccup’s thigh. Ignoring the sizzling of her flesh from the heated metal, she extended the blade and stood up in the saddle. Knees clinging to Tootthless, she braced herself.

Using the Skrill’s momentum against it, Astrid thrust the sword into the dragon’s underbelly, slicing it from tip to tail. Blood and viscera raining down on them, coating Hiccup and Astrid.

Wiping the dragon blood from her face, she turned her head to follow the Skrill as it fell, screaming in agony, to the rocks below. It careened to the ground, smashing into the rocks below. The last crackles of lightning sparked across its scales, but it moved no more.

In the mist, the queen stilled and around them, the wall of dragons dissipated.

Astrid slid down in the saddle, gasping for breath as the adrenaline wore off.

Using the hesitation of the queen, Toothless pushed past the remaining dragons, breaking out of the nest and into the sky.

Hiccup turned Toothless toward the maze of sea stacks, and the dragon dived into them, the tell-tale whistle of a Night Fury filling the air.

Darting and weaving through the rocks, Hiccup glanced back at Astrid. “Why would you do that?”

“It was going to kill us!” Astrid replied.

“Toothless and I had it.”

“It was going to kill us!” She repeated in exasperation. “You should be thanking me!”

Hiccup didn’t respond to her, but the way he jerked Toothless’s rig as they maneuvered between sea stacks told Astrid everything she needed to know.

But she didn’t regret killing the dragon.

She was a Viking and the dragon was an enemy.

Toothless banked hard to the right, causing Astrid to adjust her grip. Flying low over the water, Toothless’s downdrafts caused water to fly up to them.

After the fires of Helheim she had experienced inside the nest, she was grateful for the cooling drops. However, the steam that rose from Hiccup’s armor as the water evaporated left her with more questions than clarity.

How had he survived the queen’s fire? Was there something more to the ‘Dragon Master’ than Hiccup let on?

xXx

Breaking free of Helheim’s gate, Toothless flew hard and fast over open ocean, putting as much distance between them and the nest as possible.

Hours later, Hiccup deemed them safe. Slumping forward, he rested his weight on the dragon’s head.

Toothless, looking up at his rider, whined softly in concern.

Scratching the frills that lined the Night Fury’s jaw and whispering in draconic chitters, Hiccup comforted his dragon. Then, directing him toward a wayward sea stack, set the tail in the proper position to land.

As soon as black feet met rock, Hiccup tumbled from the saddle.

Landing on his back, he threw his helmet off, the piece clattering as it bounced precariously close to the sea stack’s edge.

Astrid jumped from the saddle and moved toward him, but Toothless blocked her path. From behind the dragon’s form, she could see Hiccup’s hair had been singed and his skin was covered in a ghastly rash.

Toothless hovered over him, licking at his face and whining pitifully.

Pushing her way under the dragon’s chin, she sat beside Hiccup.

Eyes shut tightly, Hiccup raised a shaking hand to his dragon’s snot. His chest rose and fell, heavy with exhaustion.

Toothless pressed into his hand, bringing a smile to Hiccup’s face.

Leaning up with a groan, he slid his hand down the dragon’s jaw to rest under his chin. He pressed his forehead against the Night Fury’s. “This armor really works, bud. I’m here. We’re good.”

The dragon crooned, pushing his head further into Hiccup’s chest and suddenly Astrid felt as though she was intruding on a moment that wasn’t meant for her eyes.

“We need to get your armor off,” Astrid said, breaking the moment. “It’s trapping the heat.”

Arms wrapped around the black dragon’s head, Hiccup glanced at her from the corner of his eye. He offered her a crooked, half-smile, “Trying to take advantage of me in my damaged state, M’lady?”

Rolling her eyes, she ignored him and began undoing the buckles on his breastplate. “The heat’s gone to your head.”

“And my hair and my skin and my clothes,” he said.

She pulled the heavy breastplate from his chest. Beneath the armor, his tunic was soaked through with sweat. The rash that obstructed his face extended down his neck and over his chest, blotting out the freckles that decorated the once-pale-now-pink skin. “How did you even survive?”

“Dragon scales,” Hiccup mumbled, closing his eyes. “They’re fireproof.”

“You’d be dead if not for them.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.”

Without opening his eyes, he pointed toward Toothless. “In the saddle bag, there’s a vial of medicine. It helps with burns.”

Astrid shuffled around the dragon to get into the saddle bag. Retrieving the vial, she poured the liquid into her hands before rubbing it across his chest and face. Sticky and gel-like, the medicine was unlike anything Gothi used for burns. “What is this?”

“A mixture of desert plants and Night Fury saliva.”

“Gross.”

“Effective, though.”

Opening his eyes, he watched her as she massaged the medicine into his burned skin. Then, moving from her face to her hands, he noticed the blisters. Frowning, he reached for her arm. “You’re burnt.”

“It’s nothing,” She said, pulling away from him and moving to massage the skin on his cracked shoulders. Considering Hiccup’s state, minor burns were nothing to worry over. Besides, as a soldier of the dragon war, blisters and burns were nothing new. It was a familiar pain.

“How did it happen?”

“Your sword,” Astrid said. “It was too hot to grab.”

“You shouldn’t have killed that dragon,” Hiccup said taking Astrid’s wrists in his hands gently. Careful not to hurt her, he pushed the sleeves of her tunic up, examining the burns on her forearms. Angry, red blisters lined the skin from her fingertips to her elbows.

Dropping a few drops of the gel onto her arms, he gently worked the medicine into her skin.

Wincing past the pain, Astrid narrowed her eyes at him. “We’d be dead if I hadn’t.” She pulled her arm away and began rubbing the last of the gel into her arm. “It wasn’t a good dragon.”

“No, no, I understand that not all dragons are good.” He reached for her arm, carefully, as though she was a wild dragon to tame.

Slowly, she allowed him to resume, the gel cooling the heat that rose from her skin.

“I’m not angry because you killed a dragon, Astrid.” He turned his eyes on her. “I’m worried. You killed one of her generals. A Titan-wing! It’s likely served her since…since before we’ve been alive! Decades, probably. What if she wants revenge?”

“Then I suppose I’ll be keeping your sword.”

xXx

Unable to fly in his current state, Hiccup slept with Toothless curled protectively around him. Using a wing as a blanket, Hiccup fell in and out of fitful, heat-induced periods of sleep.

Knowing that they would be stuck until Hiccup was well enough to fly, Astrid spent her time dabbing his face with a cool, wet rag, hoping to bring the swelling and his rash down. By the time the sunk beneath the ocean, his swelling had gone down, but the angry red blisters still remained.

Sighing, Astrid kneeled down beside Toothless’s head. “Toothless?”

The dragon turned his eyes to her, peering curiously.

“You need to rest. I’ll stand watch.”

Toothless huffed in disagreement, turning his head back toward Helheim’s Gate. The dragon had kept watch since they had landed, growling at any dragon that neared their sanctuary.

“You’re useless to him if you are too tired to fly when he wakes up. We have to get him back to the island as soon as possible.”

He stared at her, round eyes blinking in the darkness in a way that made her hair stand on end. Then, huffing in acceptance, he closed his eyes and curled tighter around Hiccup.

Picking up Hiccup’s sword, Astrid sat on the edge of the sea stack. Her back to the open ocean, she stared in the direction of Helheim’s Gate.

The night was silent save for the crash of the ocean against the sea stack and the gentle snoring of the Night Fury. It gave her time to think on the horrible day she had experienced.

Had Hiccup died…

She would have certainly died as well. If not by the dragons then by starvation. Trapped on the island, she would have had no way to hunt or gather food…

She imagined Berk’s longships finally finding the long-saught-after nest and Stoick, leading Berk’s finest warriors across the beach, finding the corpse of a girl and never knowing that she had died alongside his only son.

She imagined what life would have been like if Hiccup had just told his father about the dragon nest. She shook the thought from her head. She knew now why Hiccup had never told his father about the nest.

Berk couldn’t kill the queen. Sending her tribe to the nest would be the same as sending them to their deaths. Hiccup had been right to keep his secret.

Staring down at the blisters on her palms, she sighed. While not as severe as Hiccup, the blisters bubbled, stretching the thin, top layer of skin.

They served as a reminder that she would have to find a way to kill the queen. Berk couldn’t live in peace until it was dead.

Hiccup’s sword was heavy in her hand as she thought on the ensuing battle.

As it stood, she had little chance of victory.

But as a shieldmaiden, she had sworn her life and her death to Berk.

Somehow, against all odds, she would find a way to slay the Red Death…and if she was to be consumed by fire in the process, then so be it.

Looking out to the ocean, Astrid noticed a blue speck on the horizon.

Growing larger with each flap of its wings, the dragon drew closer. Bracing for an attack, she tightened her grip on the sword and stood. Holding her post like Heimdall, she watched as the dragon approached.

Blue and gold with a miraculous crown of thorns, Astrid recognized the dragon as the Deadly Nadder that had nearly gotten her killed.

The dragon didn’t attack. It didn’t even slow. Racing past the sea stack, it squawked as if to acknowledge her before continuing toward the horizon.

“You’re…uh…welcome,” Astrid said to herself before sitting back down.

The remainder of her watch was dull, but as all watches do, it finally came to an end.

Hiccup, dizzy and dehydrated, called to her from his place on the ground. “We need to get back to the sanctuary.”

Inspecting the roasted fishbone, Astrid nodded and began packing their impromptu camp and loading the supplies back onto Toothless.

Helping Hiccup into the saddle, she climbed in behind him. Wrapping her arms around him, she asked, “Can you handle it?”

“I’m fine.”

Hooking his prosthetic into the rig, he called for Toothless to spread his wings.

Great, leather wings overtook the sea stack and Astrid prepared for the stomach-rolling drop, but it never came.

Toothless jumped in the air and hovered for a moment before landing on the sea stack. He warbled at Hiccup in confusion.

Astrid leaned around, “What’s wrong?”

Hiccup didn’t answer, his focus on his prosthetic leg. Pushing the limb forward and back, he listened to the clicking gears.

After several moments and a few broken clicks, Hiccup sat back, looking frustrated and tired. “You’re going to have to fly him.”

Astrid’s eyes widened. “What, why?”

“My prosthetic is warped. I can’t get Toothless’s tailfin in the position needed to take off.”

He pulled his leg from the rig and held it up from her to see. At the end of the stump, the metal prosthetic was bent backward in an impossible position. Had it been bone, a second amputation would have been needed.

Glancing between the rigging and the leg, Astrid reluctantly agreed that his leg would not fit inside the pedal. The prosthetic had likely warped in the escape flight. Heated by the queen's flames, Hiccup's urgently flying had bent it out of shape.

“So, we’re stuck?” She asked.

“No, you’re going to fly him.” Hiccup said, dismounting to give Astrid the front of the saddle.

“But I can’t fly him. I don’t know how to fly a dragon!”

Hiccup placed a hand on her shoulder, soothing her. “It’s easy, Astrid. I’ll teach you.”

Chapter One | Previous Chapter

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marshmalleaux-queen · 5 years

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Does anyone want to hear about the extensive headcanon I have for Ghirahim in a pathetic (but non-serious and all in good fun) attempt to somewhat justify his ruthlessness and villainy

i’m pretty sure the answer is no so I’m gonna spare you the headache by giving you the option to hear it under the cut or just keep scrolling bc it’s 1 am and I’m sleep- and sick-drunk and just babbling random shit

So a headcanon I've always had for Ghirahim - mostly (and shamelessly) to make up for the fact that my self ship with him would absolutely sink if we went strictly by canon - is that even though he's Demise's sword and does things exclusively to please his master, it doesn't exactly mean he enjoys doing so or wants to. I have two ideas/reasons for why this might be:

Before he was sworn to Demise, he was his own person (er, Sword Spirit), with his own free thoughts and desires, and similar to Fi, he was simply waiting for his master to come and claim him (whoever that may have been). As far as I'm concerned, the only weapon that's ever had a "you must be this pure/sinful to ride" requirement is the Master Sword - so what if the sword Ghirahim resides in doesn't hold that requirement? Who's to say that he couldn't very well be claimed by some powerful but benevolent warrior who's sole purpose in life isn't to be an absolute monster? Who can say that Ghirahim didn't actually have a benevolent personality himself, or at least a neutral one?

Another possible reason is that Ghirahim was created not as a weapon of evil, but for the purpose of balance. We've already seen one instance in which a hero wielding the Master Sword began to think that he was invincible, when in reality, holding that sword requires one to know their own strengths, weaknesses, and limits, and that even the simple initial action of pulling the sword from its pedestal is not always without its drawbacks. (And yes, I know that I’m referencing Hyrule Warriors, which is is a non-canon game, but none of this entire post is canon either okaydkjfhgdf)

Perhaps the intention (keyword here, "intention") of Ghirahim's creation was a means to remind those heroes of their vulnerability and weaknesses, be it from someone wielding him or by his own actions (as we've seen him summon many a monster and possess powerful magic and strength of his own). Even the good guy should never have too much power or control. Ghirahim's creation could ensure that there will always be a counter, a balance, a force going against the awesome and "good" power of the Master Sword and its wielder - not necessarily an "evil" force, but just a force to ensure that nobody has more power than another.

But surely, if he was only intended to serve as balance, then it wouldn't make sense for him to fall into Demise's possession, right?

Well, the Master Sword can only be drawn by certain people - and the circumstances change. Sometimes you have to be pure of heart, sometimes you just need to have a ton of resolve and complete an insane amount of trials, and sometimes there's no requirement other than bearing a piece of the Triforce. Once it's drawn, though, the sword spirit residing within is bound to serve that person without question - which makes sense, because the person already proved themselves to be good and trustworthy just by pulling it. But even afterwards, the person can change - like the example before - and it can still be in their possession anyway.

The circumstances regarding who can pull the sword that Ghirahim resides in are a complete mystery - but let's say, for the sake of the argument, the requirement is that the wielder needed to have a sincere desire to maintain balance and nothing more. No greed in their heart, no thirst for power - just a drive to make sure no one force is too strong. Who's to say that before Demise began causing all the chaos that he did, he didn't truly intend to keep balance by using the sword, and consequently could have drawn it? And who's to say that, just like the example with the Master Sword, he didn't get cocky once he realized how strong it was, and wanted to see just how much good he could suppress with it? Or maybe it's a lot more simple than that - maybe it's like how the Triforce of Power being bestowed to Ganon was a "divine prank," and Ghirahim being claimed by a destructive and evil force like Demise could simply be another cruel twist of fate.

Regardless, Ghirahim's not particularly interested in the whole "world domination and take all the power" thing himself. But, as fate would have it, he ended up being claimed by Demise. And Demise's cruelty has no exceptions, even to his own sword.

I imagine that since Demise is the very first incarnation of Ganon, completely built on hate and ruthlessness, he doesn't even attempt to show a shred of mercy to his own weapon. When Ghirahim fails to perform a task correctly for his master, he is punished for it - be it physical punishment, isolation, anything to demean Ghirahim and remind him that he is nothing more than a tool - a useful tool, but a tool nonetheless. Demise attempts to teach Ghirahim that the only reason he is still in one piece is because he is a powerful weapon, and that he should be afraid to disappoint his master because he will only stay alive as long as he is of use... And it works.

Ghirahim is no longer his own entity - now he is afraid to show that he is anything but malicious, cruel, and devoted entirely to his master. Even though there were no limitations as to who could claim him, his purpose as a Sword Spirit is to serve that person without question - it's simply what he was created to do. Since he is now unfortunately at Demise's mercy, he's forced to carry out a myriad of wicked deeds that he doesn't always feel are right, and any attempt to object or voice his own concern gets him ridiculed, punished, and ignored by his master.

Perhaps it explains his numerous encounters throughout Skyward Sword? He often claims to have spent too much time "toying" with Link during their previous battle and "allows" Link to walk away with his life. Ghirahim appears uninjured at the end of their fights, but the next time they see each other, his body is suddenly more and more damaged, revealing his true form underneath. Why is it that cracks and chips don't appear across his body during the fight, but are suddenly there upon their next encounter? Why does he only show signs of being hurt after he leaves and returns entirely? Perhaps it's because Link isn't the one that truly damaged him... Perhaps someone else saw it fit to harm Ghirahim - and not because he was trying to eliminate Link... but rather because he didn't eliminate Link. I think about this a lot: Clearly, Ghirahim is a powerful entity - he's extremely skilled in combat, has a ton of magic at his disposal, not to mention he himself is a literal weapon. It's not entirely irrational to think that, if not for the fact that you play as the hero and have to win the game, Ghirahim would be more than capable of wiping the floor with Link. For the sake of the argument, let's take the "forced to win" aspect away from the story, and just focus on the fact that Link always bests Ghirahim. What other explanation would there be if not that Ghirahim intentionally goes easy on Link - both to show his true benevolence (that he is desperately trying to hold on to and show others, in light of this constant charade) and to increase the possibility of Link stopping the reincarnation of his master - and when Ghirahim returns to his master, he is punished and harmed for it?

...And yes, I know the other explanation would literally just be "he's the villain, he's evil, and he is canonically just a violent and vicious asshole." Yeah, I agree, that's canonically true. Like I said, if we went strictly by canon, I know that my ship would absolutely sink because Ghirahim would never canonically act benevolent to, or give a shit about, anyone who isn't his master or caters to his master's wishes. Ghirahim doesn't even really think for himself in canon - just what Demise wants. But look this is just a big dumb massive headcanon cut me some slack and let me have fun okay ksjdfhgkjdf

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sloth-incarnate · 6 years

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My Smash Bros. Dream Roster

So this is going to be pretty lengthy. This is pretty much a list of fighters I would love to see in Smash, maybe not in Ultimate, but in any future games, and my reasoning for it. I’ll go in order of most wanted as well as by game. Feel free to just skip all this and just go through the piks.

First off, I desperately want some Golden Sun in Smash, and so I am an absolute Isaac stan. He and Felix are very similar as they are both earth adepts (like earth benders I guess) and could easily be made into an echo. Although they are usually shown with swords, they can wield other weapons such as axes not to mention their large arsenal of elemental psynergies (magic?) that could be great in Smash.

Zelda is another of my favorites, and there are so many characters that could be featured. Although everyone wants Skull Kid, I think there are some other viable options that could have a chance of appearing. First, there are Vaati and Zant, two of my favorite Zelda characters. They both use very unique magics and attacks, and Vaati in particular has a lot of potential. Plus, his games need more love. Something cool is that almost every modern Zelda game is represented in the roster. The new Link is from Breath of the Wild, the Zelda is reminiscent of her Link Between Worlds/Link to the Past design, Ganondorf got his Ocarina of Time Look back, Young Link is from Ocarina and Majora’s Mask, and Toon Link is from Windwaker. Ganondorf and Zelda held their Twilight Princess designs for two games, so that was sufficiently represented. However, Skyward Sword is sadly not present, although there is a stage. Some possible Skyward Sword fighters could be FI, the dancing sword spirit, and Impa, who could either be a Sheik clone or have her own movesets with a naginata as in Hyrule Warriors. These, in my opinion would be great choices.

Kirby needs some more representatives, and although Bandana Dee would be great, I’ve always loved Marx, the Jester. If Kirby Star Allies has shown anything is that Marx has incredible potential as a playable character and is just so crazily cool to play as him. It would be pretty easy to bring over his Star Allies moveset to Smash. Seriously, look up some footage of how he plays. It’s seriously fun. Another recurring character is Galacta Knight, who is like a powered/evil form of Meta Knight. He would be a great echo, although a bit more on the berserker side, even though he could easily get his own movesets. If not, I would absolutely love at least an alternate costume for Meta Knight and not just a color swap. Galacta Knight is just Cool.

From Pokemon, there are literally more than 700 options to choose from. Although Incineroar and Decidueye would be great, I think Gallade and Gardevoir would be more interesting choices. I really love both of their designs and think they could be great. Plus, it’s a sin that Lucario is the only fighting type in a fighting game. As for gen 7 representatives, another good choice could be Tsareena. She would be pretty unique as a lot of her attacks would depend on kicks, and would not be bad as a Zero Suit Samus echo. If Ivysaur and Duck Hunt has taught us anything is that you don’t need to be bipedal for Smash. I think Silvally could be a great choice as well. Plus his recolors are already part of its concept.

Another series that’s close to my heart is Fire Emblem. Although there are already plenty of reps in the roster, they don’t do a good job of representing what else the series has to offer. Most of the Fire Emblem characters (if not all) wield swords of some kind, but there are other weapons they could focus on. Axes, Lances, Magical tomes of all kinds, throwing knives, clubs, hammers, bows, and even staves could all be used more creatively for a character. The roster definitely needs more magic users, so I hope they take this into consideration. Fire Emblem has a new game coming up, Three Houses for Switch, and although not a lot of information has been revealed about it, there’s a high chance we may get another character from Fire Emblem from that. From what is known so far, there may be a chance that either Edelgard or Byleth (the typical blue haired protag) may be featured. As for Edelgard, she is seen using Axes, so if they go with her, they will hopefully choose that as her weapon. Not much is known for Byleth, but hopefully, he is more flexible with his weapon choices.

Another series close to my heart is Final Fantasy. Smash gave us the grand surprise of adding Cloud to the mix, and so it has opened the gates of possibility. Although some popular characters such as Noctis or Lightning would be cool, I think more iconic characters would be better for Smash (if any). When we think of Final Fantasy, we often think of their iconic black mages. Representative of this is Vivi, who is probably the most recognized mage in the series. Two more icons of the series are the adorable Moogles and the loyal Chocobos. However, instead of being on their own, why not fuse them together and have a Chocobo-riding moogle join the fray? It would be adorable and it would be open to unique playstyles. This character would be reminiscent of Duck Hunt, Rosalina and Luma, Ice Climbers, or even Bowser Jr.

Some other representatives from other series include Blathers and Timmy and Tommy Nook from Animal Crossing, Toadette from Mario (yeah I know, TOO MANY MARIO CHARACTERS etc), and Roll from Megaman. Monster Hunter has been present in Smash as well, and Ultimate even has an assist trophy and stage. I love the series and a fighter would be great. The trouble with this is that a monster hunter now has 14 different options when it comes to weapons, and they can only use one at once. It would be difficult to decide which weapon style to put in the game, and they might just end up putting another sword user, (would love a gunlance though I doubt they’d do that) so a compromise to this could be to add a hunter Palico. These witty feline companions have a variety of attacks and techniques including a boomerang and a melee weapon, as well as bombs.

Finally, from Sonic, everyone is expecting Shadow, but honestly, Tails and Knuckles sound so much more interesting. Knuckles is confirmed as an assist, so Tails could still have a shot. He’d be an interesting fighter and more Sonic representation would be awesome.

Let me know what y’all think of my choices. Feel free to tear me apart in the comments. Just be civil.

I didn’t expect to write an entire essay, but thanks for the read.

#super smash bros #smash bros ultimate #golden sun #legend of zelda #pokemon #kirby #fire emblem #animal crossing #Final Fantasy #sonic #monster hunter #megaman #nintendo #switch #sloth incarnate

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cosmicxxxlight · 2 years

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all of the mun emoji questions~ ;)

Challenge accepted.

😰 - what is one character you desperately want your muse to interact with

I don’t care if I’ve already answered this, there is another character would love to write with.

On my LOZ blog I'd really like to have Zelda interact with King Rhoam. I hate her dad so much, he was really awful to her, i understand you want to protect your kingdom but that does not mean entirely cold shoulder your daughter who needs emotional support really bad, he was a single struggling dad but that does not justify that---- i have a whole essay about this.... but that's besides the point. I do though always love some angst. Have found a blog for them but they are no longer active, dammit i was so close.

😍 - what is your favorite character you’ve rolplayed as in the past

SUPERNATRUAL LUCIFER!!!!!! Mark Pellegrino’s version.

😦 - what has been your worst roleplay experience?

I'm not going to get into specifics but it involves toxic drama and bullying.

😑- what is one character you refuse to roleplay as and why?

Lord Ghirahim from Skyward sword, or so that's what he calls himself because he is so creepy, he licked Link's ear causing him to flinch away just ' DUDE WTF' and a narcissist. Though i do like his theme song though.

I also like how he is Link’s constant foe not just sitting back behind a line of henchmen, he was out there getting shit done himself. He has a pet which is basically a demonic fire spider and that bosses theme is pretty epic and the ‘ this is your doom’ vibe is A+++ 👌👌👌👌 perfect.

What he says to Link before introducing his pet is kind of funny.

“ Oh, it’s you. Let me see.... no that’s not it. This is so very embarrassing, but i seem to be at a loss for your name Not that it matters, really. To tell you the truth, I’m feeling a bit frustrated and right now and just need somebody to vent to. I heard my underlings had finally captured the spirt maiden, so i rushed over what can i say? i was excited. Flustered, even but what did i find when i arrived? that agent of the goddess she had once again, you see what I’m trying to say is THAT GODDESS SERVING DOG ESCAPED WITH THE GIRL! i must have the spirit maiden in order to resurrect my master! I MUST HAVE HER .... I got a little carried away there didn’t i? i don’t deal well with the complications to plans I’ve laid out so carefully. It’s a character flaw of mine Ah, but something good can still come from this day! I had bottled up all of this anger smoldering inside of me, and now i can release it. There is somebody special i want you to meet . Oh! don’t be shy, i need to vent all of this unhealthy anger and your agony is such a great stress reliever. It won’t take more than a few moments with my friend before you’re charred to a satisfying crisp. And let me tell you that will put a spring in my step!” He is a creepy, sadistic narcissist, i don’t like them but i admit he is one of the best villains in LOZ.

😙 - what was the first character you ever role played as?

Supernatrual Lucifer.

😤 - what is your role play related pet peeve?

When people just constantly badger you in a sort of passive aggressive way, clearly they want a reply in 0.5 minutes but they are acting like they don't.

😇 - do you consider yourself a good roleplayer?

Hell yeah.

👿 - do you consider yourself a bad roleplayer?

Nope. I'm pretty damn confident about my writing.

😫 - do you prefer fluff, angst, or smut?

Fluff and angst but no thank you to smut. I'm okay with kissing and all but pants coming off is where i draw the line. I have nothing against smut it's just both my angel muses and my LOZ muses are just not exactly cut out for that sort of thing.

I have tried it before and my favorite experience is when i wrote with on an old blog of mine with Micheal and one time they got really into it and oops incinerated their partner and than another time smashed their partner on accident while doing it like a rock.

😨 - how many roleplay blogs have you had active at once?

I have two blogs but my LOZ blog has been most active but i am trying to slowly make a come back to here and wake my muses up from their 100 year nap--- heh that's a breath of the wild inside joke.

😘 - what characters are you currently writing?

On my angel blog, I'm trying to wake up Micheal at the moment, i have my archangel Revali's little adopted child Leo [ basically the immortalized version of Botw Rev]

On my Legend of Zelda blog i have Link, Zelda and Revali and Mipha and Link's little sister Aryll.

😴 - have you ever given up on a blog and regretted it?

When i deactivated downwillow i sort of regretted it at first but got over it. I did because i had some friend drama on there but despite this there was memories on there that i still felt sentimental about it.

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