#vio vigilant

[vio-vigilant]

I like to think that my Billsona is just Bill stealing my sona’s body without realising they can just manifest a new one—

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IB:@vio-vigilant there art is so scrumptious

should I color this?

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Can't access my main blog rn but, as a quick questio. The castle folk are aware of re-vio, sure. Zelda is probs super understanding opf it, but what of the shadow-folk, what of the sheikah. Given their history and involvement with dark stuff, wouldn't that mean they'd be extra vigilant/suspiocious of Vio?

They’re suspicious, of course (those who know that is). Some know that Shadow was an enemy once and are cautious around him, if not outright suspicious. Most are at least respectful about it (never saying it to his face or making a huge deal about it etc etc) however on occasion, he does get looks at snarky comments. He usually responds with an equally snarky reply. He knows what he’s done and has accepted it, now he can joke about it!

[mountainashfae]

OOooh how about 8 and 11 for Aurien and Orion?

8. Does your OC have any notable flaws or activities they're not good at? Why did you give them those flaws? Why do they exist in-universe?

Aurien

I don't know if it's very obvious from an outside perspective but they're bad at commitment. It wasn't really a conscious choice on my part so much as a natural development. Despite the fact that they're trying so hard to get the attention of any of the gods, they keep switching them up when they feel like it's a lost cause. The Shelyn period only lasted about 38 years. The Desna period was longest at 68. The Sarenrae period was only 26, then Besmara didn't last a year, Cayden Cailean got interrupted after 6. They're so desperate they keep trying but somewhere they're lacking the faith that it will work.

Orion

Orion is terrible at a lot of things because they never bothered to learn. But their biggest flaw is definitely their over-confidence and their god complex. Like, of course it is. It's why they're so socially inept, it's part of why their empathy is nonexistent, it's why they barely can care for themself. They can't comprehend that things wouldn't be taken care of for them. That they could even fail. It's fascinating. There's so much wrong with them. And yet SOMEHOW they live like this and make it to godhood. Honestly the god-complex came about as an inverse to Aurien. Aurien ran from their upbringing, while Orion internalized it way too hard.

A fair number of basic traits between the twins are specifically inverse of each other, and then I see how they develop from there.

11. What is your least favorite trait regarding your OC?

Aurien

They're so secretive that it's hard to actually get them to open up to others!!! I'm not sure if I've ever actually written something where Aurien chose to reveal their own secret, with the exception of sharing it with Ember. Sometimes I don't want Aurien's secret to have to be dragged out of them kicking and screaming but I've yet to figure out a scenario where it comes out naturally!!! The closest is maybe in Hunter the Vigil, where a small portion of their secret in that game was revealed by an outside force. The rest of the cell chose not to pry, but later they did open up about it themself. To one cell member. In exchange for asking about his past. It's progress I guess. Once that first crack in their shell has been made it's pretty easy to get in there and have them open up but I'd like to find a way that they'd open up by choice!!!!!!!!

Wait that wasn't even the trait I meant to write for this section. The actual trait is that they accidentally ended up with an interpretation of my own mental illness. How dare you.

Orion

Honestly? They're impossible to get to interact with anyone in any meaningful capacity unless it's Aurien. They just don't care. It can work for something that's revolving around their dynamic with Aurien but like??? Trying to put them into anything else on their own??? Good fucking luck. Not even the Wrath run will be Orion on their own, Aurien will be there. In the hypothetical Kingmaker writing where they and Mab visit the Stolen Lands, the only interactions they have with Vio primarily revolve around Aurien. They're so single-minded that it's insane. What am I going to do with you.

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Vio HeadCanons

• Turnaround Ref

• Voice canon idea

• Vio starts off his meeting from teasing Y/N by calling them Bambino/Bambina.

• While Vio may have rough and heavy sex with his partners because that’s their preference, He’ll be gentle with Y/N initially since he can eye out what they can handle from body language without them asking.

• Dialogue of Vio to young Lucy

• I like to think “Vio” is his last name and everyone is on a last-name basis with him. He doesn’t like to share his first name unless he really trusts you.

• Vio vs Peter Design Notes

Once befriended, he’ll then call them by “Gattino/Gattina” by default, or by other affectionate nicknames depending on the particular Y/N.

•I don't remember if I drew it but I'm retconning old art of airbrushing Vio blushing deeply to where it is only *very* subtly to just roughly reflect the fact he is reptile-themed.

I don't know why but I think it's sort of charming 😳

• His sweet side is that:

-he looks out for his homies, intimidates those who give them trouble

-Silently lends a shoulder to cry on

-Gives affectionate noogies

-Goads into letting their emotions out rather than bottling in

-Can hold serious conversations if needed to

• Though that’s if one builds a strong friendship with him. Here are some (-) traits if the requirement isn’t met or initial personality:

-Brash

- Cocky

- Scary when he does snap in anger

- Hedonistic / Self-serving

- Noncommittal

- Arrogant

- Loud

- Hard to get along at first

• Twitter thread on Vio’s “romantic” relationship with Y/N

• Vio’s full name is:

Giovanni ‘Gianni’ Vio

He didn’t think his name fits him, and he permits those he respects to call him Gianni.

• Lucy and Maria Summers have those rights to call him ‘Gianni’, though Granny Summers is the only to refer him by that whenever they meet.

• Vio’s favorite dish to make is “Spaghetti alla Puttanesca” whenever he crashes over at Y/N and Lucy’s apartment.

He found the recipe while scrolling the web to look up a similar one that his grandfather used to serve to him

• Vio’s motorcycle gloves are the only material things he holds of value since they used to belong to his grandfather, who was a biker in his golden days. He’d go ballistic if something happened to them.

• Vio has an oral fixation to where he can’t concentrate without having something in his mouth.

If he couldn’t smoke, he’ll temporarily settle for candy cigs, lollipops, or a toothpick to bite on.

• Vio was somewhat of an influence on Lucy’s wardrobe of clothes that are 50-50 comfort.

Before Vio and Lucy worked on their first gig together, Vio made sure that before they walk through the Lions Den consisting of his boss and fellow drug dealers, he gave her a rundown of what to do.

“Keep your back straighten and don’t make eye contact with any of the sleazes. Don’t look 100% comfortable because they’ll take it as an invitation, but don’t look too tense either.

Keep it at a 50% while being vigilant.”

She’s since been unconsciously applying that advice outside of the intended meaning into her everyday life since then.

• Vio meeting Y/N in Jail idea

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CROSSOVER HC:

• I can't help but think about a crossover where Vio would try to communicate with Pedro with a translator on his phone that gives "garbled Spanish" without knowing Pedro could understand him perfectly without it, and Pedro goes "What?"

• Vio and Pedro worked in the same gang, before Pedro decided to go into hiding.

•Vio and Rasmus are friends(?) He would go to Rasmus on occasion to have maintenance done on his motorbike and would affectionately call him a “Richboy Car F▪️ker” because of how much he likes to brag about his ride.

[super-cannes]

El joven que subió al cielo, cuento de José María Arguedas

Había una vez un matrimonio que tenía un solo hijo. El hombre sembró la más hermosa papa en una tierra que estaba lejos de la casa que habitaban. En esas tierras la papa crecía lozana. Sólo él poseía esa excelsa clase de semilla. Empero, todas las noches, los ladrones arrancaban las matas de este sembrado, y robaban los hermosos frutos. Entonces el padre y la madre llamaron a su joven hijo, y le dijeron:

-No es posible que teniendo un hijo joven y fuerte como tú, los ladrones se lleven todas nuestras papas. Anda a vigilar nuestro campo. Duerme junto a la chácara y ataja a los ladrones.

El joven marchó a cuidar el sembrado.

Y pasaron tres noches. La primera, el joven la pasó despierto, mirando las papas, sin dormir. Sólo al rayar la aurora le venció el sueño, y se quedó dormido. Fue en ese instante en que los ladrones entraron a la chácara, y escarbaron las papas. En vista de su fracaso, el mozo tuvo que ir a la casa de sus padres a contarles lo sucedido. Al oír el relato sus padres le contestaron:

-Por esta vez te perdonamos. Vuelve y vigila mejor.

Regresó el joven. Estuvo vigilando el sembrado con los ojos bien abiertos. Y justo, a la medianoche, pestañeó un instante. En ese instante los ladrones ingresaron al campo. Despertó el mozo y vigiló hasta la mañana. No vio ningún ladrón. Pero al amanecer tuvo que ir a la casa de sus padres a darles cuenta del nuevo robo. Y les dijo:

-A pesar de que estuve vigilante toda la noche, los ladrones me burlaron tan sólo en el instante en que a la medianoche cerré los ojos.

Al oír este relato los padres le contestaron:

-¡Ajá! ¿Quién ha de creer que robaron cuando tú estabas mirando? Habrás ido a buscar mujeres, te habrás ido a divertir.

Diciendo esto lo apalearon y le insultaron largo rato. Así, muy aporreado, al día siguiente, lo enviaron nuevamente a la chacra.

-Ahora comprenderás cómo queremos que vigiles -le dijeron.

El joven volvió a la tarea. Desde el instante en que llegó a la orilla del sembrado estuvo mirando el campo, inmóvil y atento. Esa noche la luna era brillante. Hasta la alborada estuvo contemplando los contornos del papal; así, mientras veía, le temblaron los ojos, y se adormiló unos instantes. En esa ráfaga de sueño que tuvo, mientras pestañeaba el mozo, una multitud de hermosísimas jóvenes, princesas y niñas blancas poblaron el sembrado. Sus rostros eran como flores, sus cabelleras brillaban como el oro; eran mujeres vestidas de plata. Todas juntas, muy de prisa, se dedicaron a escarbar las papas. Tomando la apariencia de princesas eran estrellas, que bajaron del altísimo cielo.

El joven despertó entonces, y al contemplar la chácara exclamó:

-¡Oh! ¿De qué manera podría yo apoderarme de tan bellísimas niñas? ¿Y, cómo es posible que siendo tan hermosas y radiantes puedan dedicarse a tan bajo menester?

Pero, mientras esto decía, su corazón casi estallaba de amor. Y pensó para sí.

-¿No podría, por ventura, reservar para mí siquiera una parejita de esas beldades?

Y saltó a todo vuelo sobre las hermosas ladronas. Sólo en el último instante, y a duras penas, pudo apresar a una de ellas. Las demás se elevaron al cielo, como luces que se mueren.

Y a la estrella que pudo apresar le dijo, enojado:

-¿Con que erais vosotras las que robabais los sembrados de mi padre? -Diciéndole esto la llevó a la choza. Y no le dijo más acerca del robo. Pero luego agregó:

-¡Quédate conmigo; serás mi esposa!

La joven no aceptó. Estaba llena de temor y rogó al muchacho:

-¡Suéltame, suéltame! ¡Ten piedad! Mira que mis hermanos le avisarán a mis padres. Yo te devolveré todas las papas que te hemos robado. No me obligues a vivir en la tierra.

El mozo no dio oídos a los ruegos de la hermosa niña. La retuvo en sus manos. Pero decidió no volver a la casa de sus padres. Se quedó con la estrella en la choza que había junto al sembrado.

Entre tanto, los padres pensaban: “Le habrán vuelto a robar las papas a ese inútil; no pueden haber otros motivos para que no se presente aquí.”

Y como tardaba, la madre decidió llevarle comida al campo, y averiguar de él. Desde la choza, el muchacho y la niña atisbaban el camino. En cuanto vieron a la madre, la joven dijo al mozo:

-De ninguna manera puedes mostrarme, ni a tu padre ni a tu madre.

Entonces el joven corrió a dar alcance a su madre, y le gritó desde lejos:

-¡No, mamá; no te acerques más! ¡Espérame atrás, atrás!

Y recibiendo la comida en aquel lugar, tras la choza, llevó los alimentos a la princesa. La madre se volvió apenas hubo entregado el fiambre. Cuando llegó a su casa, contó a su esposo:

-Así es como nuestro hijo ha aprisionado a una ladrona de papas que bajó de los cielos. Es así como la cuida en la choza. Y con ella dice que se casará. No permite que nadie se aproxime a su choza.

Entre tanto el joven pretendía engañar a la doncella. Y le decía:

-Ahora que es de noche, vamos a mi casa.

Pero la princesa insistía:

-De ninguna manera deben verme tus padres, ni puedo encontrarme con ellos.

Sin embargo el mozo la engañó, diciéndole:

-Otra es mi casa.

Y durante la noche la llevó por el camino.

De este modo, y sin que ella quisiera, la hizo entrar al hogar de sus mayores y la mostró a sus padres. Los padres recibieron asombrados a esa criatura, de tal manera luminosa y bella que la palabra no es capaz de describirla. La cuidaron y criaron, teniéndola muy bien amada. Sin embargo, no la dejaban salir. Y nadie la conoció ni vio.

Y ya hacía mucho tiempo que la princesa vivía con los padres del joven. Llegó a estar encinta y dio a luz. Mas la criatura murió, sin saberse por qué, misteriosamente.

La ropa luminosa de la joven la guardaban encerrada. A ella la vestían de ropas comunes; y así la criaban.

Cierto día, el joven fue a trabajar lejos de la casa; y mientras estaba fuera, la niña pudo salir, haciendo como que sólo iba por ahí cerca. Y se volvió a los cielos.

El mozo llega a su casa. Pregunta por su mujer. No la encuentra. Y como ve que ella ha desaparecido, suelta el llanto.

Cuentan que vagó por los montes, llorando con locura, sonámbulo, enajenado, caminando por todas partes. Y en una de las cimas solitarias a donde llegó se encontró con un cóndor divino. Entonces el cóndor le dijo:

-Joven, ¿por qué causa lloras de esta suerte?

Y el mozo le contó su vida.

-He aquí, señor, que era mía la mujer más hermosa. Ahora no sé por qué caminos ha partido. Estoy extraviado. Temo que haya huido a los cielos de donde vino.

Y cuando dijo esto, el cóndor le respondió:

-No llores, joven. Es cierto; ella ha vuelto al alto cielo. Pero, si quisieras y es tanta tu desventura, yo te cargaré hasta ese mundo. Sólo te pido que me traigas dos llamas. Una para devorarla aquí, la otra para el camino.

-Muy bien, señor –contestó el mozo-. Yo te traeré las dos llamas que me pides. Te ruego esperarme en este mismo sitio.

E inmediatamente se dirigió a su casa en busca de las llamas. Luego que llegó, dijo a sus padres:

-Padre mío, madre mía: voy en busca de mi esposa. He encontrado a quien puede llevarme hasta el lugar donde ella se encuentra. Sólo pide dos llamas en pago de tan gran favor; y voy a llevárselas ahora mismo.

Y cargó las dos llamas para el cóndor. El cóndor devoró inmediatamente una, hasta el hueso de los huesos, arrancando las carnes con su propio pico. A la otra la hizo degollar con el joven, para comerla en el camino. E hizo que el mozo se echara la res degollada en las espaldas; luego le ordenó que subiera sobre una roca; cargó al joven, y le hizo esta advertencia:

-Has de cerrar y apretar los párpados; por ninguna causa abrirás los ojos. Y cada vez que yo te diga: “¡Carne!”, me pondrás en el pico un trozo de la llama.

Luego el cóndor levantó el vuelo.

El hombre obedeció y no abrió los ojos en ningún instante; tenía los párpados cerrados y duros. “¡Carne!”, pedía el Mallku, y luego el mozo cortaba grandes trozos de llama y le metía en el pico. Pero en lo más raudo del viaje, se acabó el fiambre. Antes de alzar vuelo, el cóndor le había advertido al joven: “Si cuando diga ¡Carne! no me pones carne en el pico, donde quiera que estemos, te soltaré”. Ante ese temor, el joven empezó a cortarse trozos de su pantorrilla. Cada vez que el cóndor le pedía carne, le servía las raciones de su propia carne. Así, a costa de su sangre, consiguió que el cóndor le hiciera llegar hasta el cielo. Y se cuenta que tardaron tres años en elevarse a tan gran altura.

Cuando llegaron, el cóndor descansó un rato; luego volvió a cargar al joven y voló hasta la orilla de un mar lejano. Allí le dijo al mozo:

-Ahora, mi querido, báñate en este mar.

El joven se bañó en seguida. Y también el cóndor se bañó.

Ambos habían llegado al cielo, sucios negros de barba; viejos. Pero cuando salieron del baño estaban hermosamente rejuvenecidos. Entonces le dijo el cóndor:

-En la otra orilla de este lago, frente a nosotros, hay un gran santuario. Allí se ha de celebrar una ceremonia. Anda, y espera en la puerta de ese hermoso templo. A la ceremonia han de asistir las jóvenes del cielo; son una multitud, y todas tienen el mismo rostro que tu esposa. Cuando ellas estén desfilando junto a ti, no has de dirigirle la palabra a ninguna, porque la que es tuya vendrá la última, y te dará un empujón. Entonces la asirás y por ningún motivo la soltarás.

El joven obedeció al cóndor. Llegó a la puerta del gran recinto, y esperó de pie. Y llegaron una infinidad de jóvenes de idéntico rostro. Entraban, entraban; una tras de otra. Todas miraban impasibles al hombre. Él no podía reconocer entre tantas a la que era su mujer. Y cuando estaban ingresando las últimas, de pronto, una de ellas le dio un empujón con el brazo; y también entró al gran templo.

Era el resplandeciente templo del Sol y de la Luna, padre y madre de todas las estrellas y de todos los luceros. Allí, en ese templo, se reunían los seres celestiales; allí venían los luceros para adorar el Sol, día a día. Cantaban melodiosamente para el Sol; cual jóvenes blancas, las estrellas; como innumerables princesas, los luceros.

Cuando terminó la ceremonia, las jóvenes empezaron a salir. El mozo seguía esperando en la puerta. Ellas volvieron a mirarle con igual indiferencia que antes. Y nuevamente le era imposible distinguir entre todas a la que era su esposa. Y como en la primera vez, de pronto, una de las princesas le dio un empujón con el brazo, y luego pretendió huir; pero él entonces la pudo aprisionar. Y no la soltó.

Ella lo guío a su casa diciéndole:

-¿A qué has venido hasta aquí? Yo iba a volver donde ti, de todos modos.

Cuando llegaron a la casa, el mozo tenía el cuerpo frío a causa del hambre. Viéndolo así, ella le dijo:

-Toma este poco de quinua y cocínalo.

Le dio una cuchara escasa de quinua. Entre tanto el joven lo observaba todo, y vio de qué lugar ella sacaba la quinua. Y cuando vio los pocos granos de quinua que tenía en las manos, dijo para sí: “¡La miseria que me ha dado! ¿Cómo es posible que esto aplaque mi hambre de todo un año?” Y la joven le dijo:

-Es necesario que vaya un instante donde mis padres. No debes mostrarte ante ellos. Mientras vuelvo, haz una sopa con la quinua que te he dado.

Apenas salió ella, el joven se puso de pie, se dirigió al depósito y trajo una buena porción de quinua y la echó a la olla. De pronto, la sopa rebosó, hirviente, y se desbordó a chorros. Él comió todo lo que pudo, se hartó hasta donde ya no era posible más, y enterró el resto. Pero aún de debajo de la tierra la quinua empezó a brotar. Y cuando estaba en ese trance, volvió la princesa, y le dijo:

-¡No es de esta manera como se debe comer nuestra quinua! ¿Por qué aumentaste la ración que te dejé?

Y se dedicó a ayudar al mozo a esconder la quinua rebosada para que los padres de ella no lo descubrieran. Entre tanto le advirtió:

-No deben verte mis padres. Sólo puedo tenerte escondido.

Y así fue. Él vivía escondido; y la hermosa estrella le llevaba alimentos a su refugio.

Durante un año vivió de esta suerte el mozo con su esposa. Y apenas cumplido el año, ella se olvidó de llevarle alimentos. Un día salió, diciéndole: “Ha llegado la hora en que debes irte”; y no volvió a aparecer más en la casa. Lo abandonó.

Entonces, con el rostro lleno de lágrimas, el joven se dirigió nuevamente a la orilla del mar del cielo. Cuando llegó allí, vio que desde la lejanía surgía el cóndor. El joven corrió para darle alcance. El cóndor voló hasta posarse junto a él; y así observó que el Mallku Divino había envejecido. El cóndor a su vez vio que el mozo estaba avejentado y marchito. Cuando se encontraron, ambos gritaron al mismo tiempo:

-¿Qué ha sido de ti?

El joven volvió a contarle su vida, y se quejó:

-Así, Señor, de este modo triste, mi mujer me ha abandonado. Se ha ido para siempre.

El cóndor lamentó la suerte del mozo.

-¿Cómo es posible que haya procedido de este modo? ¡Pobre amigo! -le dijo. Y acercándose más, le acarició con sus alas, dulcemente.

Como en el primer encuentro, le rogó el joven:

-Señor, préstame tus alas. Vuélveme a tierra a casa de mis padres.

Y el cóndor le respondió:

-Bien. Te llevaré. Pero antes nos bañaremos en este mar.

Y ambos se bañaron; y rejuvenecieron. Y saliendo del agua, el cóndor le dijo:

-Tendrás que volverme a dar dos llamas por mi trabajo de cargarte nuevamente.

-Señor, cuando esté en mi casa te entregaré las dos llamas.

El Cóndor aceptó; se echó al joven sobre sus alas y emprendió el vuelo. Durante tres años estuvieron volando hacia la tierra. Y cuando llegaron, el mozo cumplió y entregó al cóndor dos llamas.

El mozo entró a su casa y encontró a sus padres muy viejos, muy viejos, cubiertos de lágrimas y de pena. El cóndor dijo a los ancianos:

-He aquí que les devuelvo a vuestro hijo, sano y salvo. Ahora debéis criarlo cariñosamente.

El joven dijo a sus padres:

-Padre mío, madre mía: ahora ya no es posible que pueda amar a ninguna otra mujer. Ya no es posible encontrar una mujer como la que fue mía. Así, solo, viviré, hasta que venga la muerte.

Y los ancianos le contestaron:

-Está bien. Como tú quiera, hijo mío, solo te criaremos, si no es tu voluntad tomar otra esposa.

Y de este modo vivió, con una gran agonía en el corazón.

-He aquí este corazón que amó tanto a una mujer. He vagado sufriendo todos los dolores. Y he de entregarme ahora al llanto.

[koujinxwrites]

Sentiment of you

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In which Vigil admires and thinks of the lady that remind him of Nature. or: Vigil is a simp.

[ Tagging ] : @authoruio @fumikomiyasaki @kiranarina

[ Notes] : Hah, Somehow proud yet not at the same time cause college took my time </3 Uriel cameo at the ending

Vigil understands that what he's doing is so unlike him. If Vio were to see it, she'd be over dramatically reacting. 

But he’ll make sure she’ll know no more than just him sharing the sentiment of his worries.

Softly, he fondled the hair of the woman soundly sleeping at the not-so quiet library. He continues to observe, to guide and to protect. 

Vigil knows he's abandoning his duty and leaving his junior subordinate Amery to do his work but he couldn’t stop coming back again and again for the lady that brings him a peculiar emotion.

He doesn't know what attracted him to this woman, no maybe he knows.

He knows curiosity killed the cat. 

‘But satisfaction brought it back.’ He huffs amused.

Vigil  knows that this saying fits his predicament right now. How odd for someone like him who can always predict his own actions fall victim to this... plight? No he doesn't think this much of a plight.

More like a kismet if he still believes in it.

‘How… odd.’ Vigil placed his free hand upon his chest. Following not the rhythm of his breathing, but his heart.

Ba-dump. Ba-dump.

He stares at Carol. 

‘Carol.’ He repeats in his mind. His eyes soften. An enigmatic woman who seems to be so easy to understand. 

Interesting.

He had never felt anything like this.  

Not only does she compel him to observe, she reminds him of nature. Not to mention, the aroma she emits.

The fragrance was… ‘Like a sweet ripe apple that had come fresh from the apple tree.’ He leans close, staring at the sleeping beauty whom he covered with his grey overcoat.

He tucked a falling hair to her ear. Adoring the soft features and listening to her soft breathing. 

Just like this, he is content. 

Just like any normal angel, he is already delighted to have the apple in his eyes safe and protected. 

He widened his eyes, flinching away as he caught himself in the act.

A voice whispers at the back of his head 'Is this what a Virtue, who has a duty, be doing?'

Vigil's face brightened red. 

He bitterly let out a faint laugh. 'No, damn it.'

He closed his eyes. Letting his eyes rest for a moment, but his hands never stopped stroking the hair of the woman. 

Thankfully, Carol didn’t show any sign of waking up. He doesn’t know if he has any face to show her when he has his face really up close to her.

He barked out a cackle, running his hand over his forehead. 

“What the hell is going on with you Vigil.” He shook his head and stared one final moment at Carol.

Emotions are fickle, but Vigil has the power to promise to vow to never hurt the one he shows interest. Consequences be damned.

Towering over her, he leans down to her forehead. His wings acting like shields from the curious onlookers. Pecking a small kiss, he quickly jumps away, berating his own, fast beating heart.

Ignoring the awfully quickening pace of his own heart he whispers as softly he could.

“Sweet dreams.”

His wings flutter, leaving a white feather as if a memento to show that he was present there before disappearing to thin air. 

°•°•.

“Welcome back, Virtue of Time.” The emotionless Cherub salutes. 

Vigil does not acknowledge her greeting, too preoccupied with the thoughts of ‘whys’. The cherub seemed to not mind the action, instead she let out a hum of interest, turning around to leave the Virtue with his thoughts. 

She examines the Virtue one last time before snapping her fingers as flames enveloped Vigil's sight making him jump out of his trance.

“I hope you have put your heart into your decisions.” She crinkle her eyes up, but never smiles.

Vigil blinks owlishly, not getting what she means before gaping and clenching his mouth shut. Too embarrassed to give her an answer back.

She tilts her head. “You will, won’t you?”

This time, he gave up and sighed.

“...Yes.”

Yes he would.

After all, wasn't he the Virtue of Time who kept all of his subordinates and friends safe, even if it meant breaking regulations set as boundary for him as the God of Time's son?

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[mllebleue]

Men and women see the night differently, study finds

Men and women view the same spaces differently at night, according to a recent study published in the journal Violence and Gender.

The experiment was conducted by asking college students to look at photos of paths on their campus at night and "imagine themselves walking through these areas and to click on the area(s) of the image that stood out the most to them."

The researchers then used this data to create heat maps, showing collective perceptions of safety. By comparing the heat maps generated by male and female participants, the researchers could identify and analyze differences in how men and women perceive safety and risk on campus.

Researchers found that women tend to be vigilant of their surroundings off the path, like dark areas or bushes, indicative of a heightened fear of personal and sexual crimes. Men, on the other hand, focus more on the path ahead. The disparity suggests that women's experiences and fears of crime significantly influence their perception of safety.

The researchers said the stress from having to be vigilant about threats on a daily basis impacts women's physical, emotional, and social well-being, along with their sleep patterns and academic performance.

Citation: Robert A. Chaney, Alyssa Baer, and L. Ida Tovar. Gender-Based Heat Map Images of Campus Walking Settings: A Reflection of Lived Experience. Violence and Gender. ahead of print http://doi.org/10.1089/vio.2023.0027

tl;dr Women walk in fear at night, men don't.

[shooganaii]

stap

Me abrazaste, atravesaste mi ser, sentí como un fragmento de ti paso cada capa de mi piel, primero llegaste a mi pulmón; descubrí por primera ves lo que podía llegar a costar respirar, aprecie cada segundo donde lograba inhalar me conmoví paso de mis fosas nasales frío como tú, paso por mi faringe aun más frío sentía como si se fuera hacer hielo dentro de mi laringe llegando a mi tráquea aprecie como un saco caía en mis bronquios los segundos eran infinitos mis bronquiolos se ramificaron dentro de mí convirtiendo este saco de frío en aire puro que luego expulse en centésimas por mis fosas nasales, nunca había sentido una respiración tan profunda y dolorosa…mi respiración continuo asi durante todo el abrazo, luego pasaste a una pequeña parte de mi corazón, me dolió ahora el dolor más fuerte que experimente en mi vida, nunca había pasado todo tan lento como este sufrimiento, veía nublado, me entregue… pero aun no terminabas ahora creo que no te quedaba la suficiente fuerza mi ser ya estaba anestesiado ahora solo quise aceptar y sonreír, me entregue en cuerpo y alma a mi destino, cerré los ojos… y me vi en segunda persona, estaba tendida en el suelo plácidamente estaba tranquila, ya no estabas me dejaste sola tendida en ese lugar, estaba oscuro, más de lo que pensaba, nadie vio nada mi cuerpo había dejado de tener sentido y mi alma lo había abandonado por completo, mi alma está acá es lo único de mi que queda…me auto vigile no quería abandonarme aun, aun no estaba aceptando mi destino completamente no quería dejarte sola! no entendía que había pasado, me arrepentí de no convencerte a ti CUERPO de luchar contra todo esto, la noche fue eterna, y finalmente alguien se acerco a ti CUERPO te vio ahí indefenso, tendido sin fuerzas cuando vi a toda esa gente alrededor tuyo, lloré te veía y lloraba, que pasaría ahora conmigo? que hago ahora en este mundo sin un cuerpo al cual pueda sostenerme…ya no tengo propósito como ALMA, solo habías querido salir a dar una vuelta una noche para pensar en todo lo que estaba sucediéndonos en nuestra vida que ahora dejo de existir…

[uncleskyrule]

So I haven't actually yet read LU (trying to go through all the games first) so take this with a truckload of salt.

I personally find it hard to NOT make Four the recipient of a ton of angst in all my WIPs. Aside from the things you mentioned (plus his best friend turning into a statue, which would probably traumatize any kid), the fact that the Colors exist is a huge source of angst imo.

I know that many people like the "Four has DiD" theory, but from what I've seen in the manga, it doesn't look that way. From what I understand, the hallmark of DiD is the feeling that multiple people are in your head. Instead of separate people, it looks like the Colors are Link's Extreme Emotional Parts, to use IFS (Internal Family Systems) terminology. So instead of him saying Blue is a completely different person, Link might say Blue is his angry side/part.

According to IFS, everyone has Parts (that are useful and help us function), but they only become Extreme Emotional Parts (that try to help in unhelpful ways) when someone goes through some kind of trauma. So to use a real-world example, someone's "planner" part might become obsessed with safety and survival preparation after getting caught in a hurricane.

And to take it further, maybe after that hurricane, the person's "easygoing" Part turned into a "nothing matters" Part that didn't have energy to get out of bed, which would cause conflict with the survival prep-obsessed Part.

Which brings us to Four. While I've heard that in LU he's very level-headed thanks to working things out with himself on his past adventures, who's to say there isn't angst bubbling under the surface? Maybe he's just barely holding things together as war rages within him between the Colors.

Think of it: maybe Green is the people-pleasing part that comes out when Four is doing a favor for someone; Blue can be the vigilant part that is always on guard to fight monsters/injustice/etc; Red could be is the child part that needs attention, rest, and to feel emotions; maybe Vio is the logic part that analyzes and manipulates facts to solve problems... When these parts insist that their way of doing things is the right way, there are so many opportunities for conflict!

Again, idk if this is compatible with LU canon, but that's how I currently write Four. I'm curious to hear others' thoughts about this!

I'm actually finishing up a WIP about this very topic, and plan to upload it today, so I just think it's really funny how I saw this post in the middle of writing.

It might just be my cold talking but I think I’ve figured out what it is that makes Four less popular for fic writing (in general anyway, Four stans keep doing what you’re doing). And that is... he’s just not as easy to hurt.

Hear me out. If you’re writing a fic about about Wild, and you want to cause him pain, you have like a billion options to explore. He has his memories, he has his identity crisis, he has his guilt over the champions and failing plus the extra grief with Mipha, he has a tendency to get injured, he’s bad at working on a team etcetera etcetera. And that’s not even counting anything I’m sure y’all are doing because of totk.

For Four... well. Aside from the four sword and splitting, and any angst from losing Shadow, there’s... honestly not a lot else. I mean, there is a little, like Ezlo leaving, or how young Four was, but anything else there is isn’t very well known, since Four’s games are the ones that people seem to have played the least. Plus a lot of Four angst centers around his troubles of being split and splitting, but if you’re like me and like to stick to canon, there isn’t even that, not really.

This is just an observation though, I could be wrong ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Just thought it was interesting.

[illegiblehandwriting1]

mmmmmmmmmm off the top of my head, four comes to mind, mix red's emotional intelligence with vio's logic, blue's protectiveness, and green's general thoughtfulness and there's definitely something there that's like "hmmmmmmm" and he'd also just be worried already since that's, yknow SKY, like, his PREDECESSOR, and he's so cool and wonderful and fantastic so is he ok? (fanboy four lives in my brain rent free)

but i suppose wars would be a good pick too - army captain, used to catching the smaller tics and body language of other people, needing to know how to help his troops, after he was betrayed he was probably hyper-vigilant of the people around him, and he's seen the effect of war and trauma on people so when sky's like "ill be fine, never speak of this again" he KNOWS he's not ok, and frankly? Wars has probably done that himself in favor of his soldiers. he's seeing himself in sky's actions, and he know how this ends. no WAY is he letting sky get away completely scot-free

Question of the hour: Which member of the Chain is emotionally intelligent enough to know why Sky had a complete meltdown in my story, Numb, because otherwise they’re all gonna be like “that was weird” and Sky’s gonna be like “yeah can we never talk about this again” and the consensus will be halfway agreeing and then watching Sky out of the corner of their eyes because what the hell even was that

[smoochesforghost]

some dnd stuff!! working on charactre designs for later parts of the campaign,, 

[bepisbee]

Heyoooo wrote some stuff for this awesome discord run by @umbrenshadow join us! They're awesome and so is all the cool people on here <3 amazing brains and artists too :o

Day 1 and 2 prompts for fourtober <3 sword and Vio(let)

AO3 link

A crowd gathered around the training field to watch the infamous duo sparring. Usually it was the other colors that spent their time fighting in the fenced ring. Mainly Blue and Green. Today however, playful teasing turned into an actual disagreement, whic turned into a sparring bet. Purple versus black.

Vio finished braiding his long blonde hair up and away from his face. He'd folded up his tunic wearing his undershirt instead. Although the sun was setting soon it's heat still beat down squeezing out the last heat wave before the fall season. He appeared calm and collected as always. But those who knew him could see the look of chaotic delight in his icy blue eyes. A look only rivaled by his partner across the way.

Although, that brand of chaotic mischief tended to belong to Shadow. Who was playing with his sword like a baton. Spinning it around never letting it fall with his masterful control of the growing shadows around them as twilight began.

"Are they serious?" Green scoffed. "There is no way either of them are going to play a fair fight. What was this even about?" They raised a brow over at their companions. Naturally their fellow colors came to watch, play referee, and medic. There was no chance this wasn't ending without injury.

"Vio wouldn't tell me. It was something personal. I think Shadow hurt his pride." Blue was leaning on the fence, hands interlocked. He appeared indifferent to others but to the trained eye he was being vigilant on the two now circling each other.

"I caught a little," Red pipes up. "Something that happened while they were at the tower involving sleeping arrangements." She frowned. "But that's all I got." She looked back jumping at the sound of harsh metal on metal. The two of them were so fast it was difficult to keep up. Especially considering their use of magic.

 Blue leaned in to keep a watchful eye for things getting out of hand.

Sparks of purple ether lit up the worn field as they got ferocious. As the sun settled lower the torches surrounding the training area began being lit. As Vio swiped a hit on Shadow's cheek all of them flared up into purple flames. The light bearer stepped back startled.

The flare up roared as they continued. The crackling and clanging being the only sounds. The crowd surrounding all held their breath collectively.

"Fuck. Remind me not to piss either of them off." Blue muttered. Green lightly reprimanded him for language out of habit without turning his gaze away.

The small hits became faster and faster until Shadow swept his legs out under him, straddling his waist and pinning his arms with his calves and knees. Bending inwards to press on his thighs so reduce leverage for a flip over. Their sword slammed down a breaths hair away from his face buried into the dirt. In almost slow motion a few strands of his honey blonde locks sliced and fell to the ground. The silence was deafening. Their expressions hidden by the positions they were in both parties breathing heavily.

Vio never lost. 

Vio never took a swordfight bet he knew he wouldn’t win.

He lost.

Vio stood up, shoving a hand into Shadow’s face and pushing him off. Leaving his own sword on the dirt. His expression was venomous and irritated. No one stood in his way as he walked off the field towards the exit of the training grounds. Shadow looked between him and the swords. The purple flames in the torches died down into natural color. They visibly deflated. Blue rounded up the crowd encouraging them to go home since it was after dark. The sun had set quickly during the battle so intense few noticed. When the heroes looked back Shadow had grabbed both their swords and taken to the direction his partner went.

Red turned to follow. Green stopped her with a hand on her shoulder.

“I think this might be something they need to sort out on their own. Maybe when Vio’s cooled off about it. That seemed a bit more serious than just an argument about sleeping quarters.” He shook his head. Blue came back as the last of the civilians dispersed leaving only the normal Hyrule Knights who went back to business as usual. Albeit with more gossip for the night.

[vyeoh]

you want to make an animatic you want to draw flower husbands you want to draw nature wives dancing you want to draw the vigil you want to draw mythland you want to make an original short film you want to draw x life fan art you want to finish you college app supplementals your name is vio vyeoh

[snowy-bones]

Disculpa que te moleste Snowy, soy nueva y ¿Pierrot es timido o es callado? (Vio y Squishy ¿Que os gusta de Halloween?) que tengáis un buen día

No estoy molesto en absoluto. ¿Qué te dio la idea de que estaba molesto? Además, el Pierrot no es demasiado tímido, es una persona muy misteriosa. No dice mucho, pero parece que se ha convertido en un protector vigilante. ENG: I'm not upset at all. What gave you the idea that I was upset? In addition, the Pierrot is not too shy, he is a very mysterious person. He doesn't say much, but it seems that he has become a vigilant protector.

Lo más probable es que hagamos lo que normalmente hacemos, Squish se disfraza, vemos películas de Halloween y simplemente pasamos tiempo juntos. ENG: Chances are we'll do what we normally do, Squish dresses up, watch Halloween movies, and just spend time together.