#none of these designs are set in stone or anything. im just thinking out loud... spinning this idea around because i guess i didn't enough

[pocketramblr]

Who knows what Gerudo culture or fashion would have evolved into by 'Rule's time but it's nice to think about him getting to experience a bit more of it in another universe... Before BLYGanon sours it for him... Also been thinking about that Great Fairy of the desert...

#the more i think about Rulie details and lore. the more fun little bits i find about if he were indeed Gerudo #walks death mountain without fear of the heat. no thought for swimming but can sail #that spark of magic- fire like koume. lightning like urbosa #the red Triforce mark. an attunement to Power even if he's got courage in spades too.... #lu hyrule #or. blood like yours! lu Hyrule. BLYrule if you would. #my art #alt text #first picture is more first game rulie. second is more post sequel i feel #pulled from the game sprites and then the guidebooks art for the first one #which was interesting #since the first couple of players guides were made years before any games with the Gerudo planned #id honestly want to describe the aesthetic of Impa and the Sages- what we'd later assume to be Sheikah #to learn more... Gerudo tbh. colors and drapes. which would have interesting implications to what happens to them in the downfall timeline #as opposed to them in ww tp or fsa #but here i gave impa more sheikah colors to contrast with Rulie's #anyway. hypnotizing nin10do to give us a Gerudo link..... any day now.... #none of these designs are set in stone or anything. im just thinking out loud... spinning this idea around because i guess i didn't enough #already lol.......... pls make 'Gerudo!Hyrule (Linked Universe)' a tag..... pls look into it's potential....... #also yeah. been calling him BLYrule in my head but! once other aus use it it too! will have more options and branches and nicknames #gerule? no i dont like that #someone give a better name than that #huh. these colors look different on my computer from phone. #these were not all drawn the same day. or even week. so inconsistency yeah...

[sakuurae]

bring on the thunder

pairing: mark lee & reader insert includes: fluff prompt: 25; thunderstorms wc: 1.4k a/n: Im trying ;~; i have large ideas that are hard for me to condense into drabbles !!

part of the soft summer drabbles prompt list; for anon

“It’s the middle of summer”—you sighed as you shut the curtains to the coffee shop you worked at—“and there’s a thunderstorm raging over our city.”

A fit of chuckles left the lips of the only person left in the store, who was an old classmate named Mark Lee. Situated in the softness of a sofa chair in the corner, his feet propped up on the small table, he beamed. “That means we’re trapped here together.”

“We’re only trapped here together because I’m scared of thund—”

Boom.

A clap of thunder cut your sentence off midway, and your face flushed with coral hues out of embarrassment. “Because I’m scared of thunder,” you articulated quickly, as if your statement was a single word.

The boy smirked. “I can’t believe a college student is afraid of thunder.”

Rolling your eyes, you proceeded to buss all the tables in the vicinity. “You’re free to leave any time, you know.”

You locked eyes with your former classmate as you cleaned every surface within the coffee shop. He had a memorable face—not for the reason he was handsome, but due to his charming smile. Quite honestly, you believed that the last you’d see of the boy was when he kissed the class goodbye two quarters ago. To be trapped with him at the coffee shop you worked at was difficult for you to comprehend, especially when he acted like you two were good buddies.

“If you were closer, I’d ask if there was something on my face,” he stated as he broke your reverie. “But you’re staring at me when you’re across the store, so either I’m good looking or you want me to get out of here.”

His comment made you smile—because it was true. Mark Lee was the campus charmer, the neighborhood loverboy. Unfortunately to admit yourself, his prepossessing looks mirrored his equally bewitching personality. It was unfortunate that a conversation was never instigated between the two of you when class was shared, excluding questions about the subject’s content of course. But the moments you shared with Mark, whether it concerned questioning him about formulas or orthodox concepts from lectures, were pleasing.

On the last day of class you had plans to ask him out for coffee, but he exited the door after the final like a raging hurricane, completely finished with wrecking its town. Coincidentally, he had the same demeanor when he entered the cafe you worked at, only to be the last customer to attempt to leave prior to the thunderstorm roaring.

“From your silence,” he cleared his throat, “maybe it’s both?”

Laughing, you brushed off his comment and skirted to the back of the counter, tossing the dirty rag into a bucket of sanitizer. “I’m surprised you remember me.”

Mark shrugged. “How could I not?”

It was foolish that heat made its way to your face; his comment was open-ended. Was it because he found you equally attractive or—

“You bothered me almost every class because you kept on falling asleep mid-lecture,” he finished, teasingly.

“I didn’t sleep all the time. Just sometimes,” you retaliated.

“Right.”

Soon, you grabbed two clean mugs and prepared a latte for you and the boy. The final drinks of the night; though, you had to say sharing a cup of coffee at ten in the evening was more bewitching than alcoholic beverages. Steadily, you poured the milk foam and crafted a swan as its art. When you set the cup down in front of your former classmate, you beamed, proud of your work.

“It’s on the house. The storm doesn’t look like it’d clear up any time soon and I think we both need to be awake to make it back home,” you ordered as you plopped in the chair across from him.

Mark took the cup in his hand, the heat of its ceramic warming his skin. The corners of his lips quirked upwards at your design, and for a moment you felt proud. That was, until he spoke. “Is this an apple?”

Annoyed, you placed your mug down. “It’s a swan!”

“Maybe it’ll look like a swan if I’m five shots in.”

“Maybe you wouldn’t be so annoying if I was five shots in.”

Mark raised an eyebrow. “You think I’m annoying?”

Instantly, you bit the corner of your lip. “No, I didn’t mean it like that.”

The boy took a sip of his drink. “I’m kidding. Hey, this is actually pretty good. I never took you as the type to be an expert barista.”

“What did you expect?”

There was a brief pause before Mark proceeded. His eyes met yours as the cup of coffee met his lips. “I took you as an attractive person in class that I’d never say anything more to other than answering questions about class.”

“Wha—”

Boom.

The thunder was loud enough for it to rattle your insides, and your hands trembled, nearly causing you to drop the mug the second you lifted it from the table. Your eyes clamped shut like the darkness would protect you from the storm outside, but in that moment you found Mark’s thoughts of your irrational fear of thunder more dreadful. Steadily, you peered at your former classmate expecting to see an expression of domineerance; however, his face was stone cold in the look of contrition.

Animatedly, he turned his head out the window, pushing one of the drapes, and observed the sky. “It doesn’t look like it’ll pass soon… let’s find something to do or talk about.”

“Nothing much to do in a coffee shop on a summer night,” you replied hastily, as if your quick sentences would make time pass equally fast.

“To distract you from whatever’s going on outside.”

“Do you not hear how loud it is?”

Rumble.

Mark smiled at you, amused yet there were hints of care that were evident in his expression. Within seconds he finished the last bits of his drink and took his empty cup to the counter.

“I’ll take care of it,” you blurted, shooting yourself up from the seat. Anything would be a fine distraction from the weather outside, even if it was through diminutive actions. As your hands shook, you took the cup from his hands, your skin brushing against his own. The action was ephemeral, but it was enough for an electricity greater than the thunder outside to burst between the two of you, stunning you both.

When the boy stared at your physique that faced trepidation, he grasped onto your wrist gently and rubbed his thumb over your skin in assurance. But he pulled away with speed, realizing the relationship you two had: there was none, so why did he feel like it was okay to assure you in such a manner? Mark cursed at himself for being incredibly reckless.

Your grip around the mug tightened, like you were ready to snap it into pieces. Flustered, you pressed your lips into a thin line.

The sound of the universe appeared to melt away; the thunder and rain morphing into a white noise as there was a small proximity between you and the boy.

“My bad.” He cleared his throat.

Gawking at him, all you could bring out was an awkward smile. The gaze lasted a bit too long; in that instance, Mark himself felt flustered, the warmth chasing to the apples of his cheeks.

“Staring again?” he attempted to keep his relaxed persona, a forced smirk tugging at his lips. “Is there something on my face?”

Though his effort was futile, for he fought stutters and averted your eyes. “Yeah, that front of yours.”

“You think I’m not this slick?” Mark crossed his arms jokingly, trying to muster a risible reaction out of you.

Humming, you thought aloud, “Well I don’t know anything about you aside your name.”

“Sit back down, (y/n),” he emphasized your name. “We have an entire thunderstorm to waste getting to know each other.”

Boom.

The loudest strike of thunder of the night arrived, causing the lights inside to flicker momentarily. Shaken up, you jolted and dropped the mug, stumbling over to the boy’s direction.

Luckily—and unluckily—he caught you with his hands on your forearms, steadying your stance.

“I’m starting to doubt it’s the thunder making you act this way,” he pointed out in between laughter. “Maybe you just want to get close to me.”

His observations made you burst into a fit of nervous giggles, still overcoming the jitters prompted by the storm. However, Mark was able to ease your fears temporarily as the thunderstorm lasted.

“Is both an option?”

Mark looked at you in admiration, charmed by your words. Perhaps it was the raging thunderstorm outside that set the mood, or truly it was a mutual attraction that sparked its own electric current; nonetheless, for the first time in your life, you didn’t mind the thunder.

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