#▴ — path / sage of shadows

[guideoftime]

▴ — @obraveyouth ;; Sheik & Link. Ressurection.

   Sheik’s time as the Sage of Shadows had been long. Long and in his opinion, incredibly unfortunate. The loss of Ruto the Sage of Water had been damaging to them in a way that they never understood. Adding Rauru’s loss before that, the Sage of Light who was reincarnated into an owl of all things–they had already been working on less power and the more of them they lost–the more that power continued to dwindle. At one point, that break in the connection with the Royal Family and Princess Zelda, the Sage of Time, had been more or less their undoing. Their lack of power didn’t keep them held together much longer after that, it took far too much to protect the Master Sword and the Sacred Realm. 

   The Sages weren’t supposed to die until they were replaced. Until someone could fill the role that they did. But that theory only works as long as enough of them are alive to protect that position. 

   And the three of them that remained simply wasn’t enough. 

   Death is about as cold as the Shadow Temple is, but in a way that doesn’t quite get defined with words. It clutches at the remains of the person and then slowly pulls them apart, unraveling them inch by inch until there are only fractured pieces left that fade to nothing. Sheik never expected much from his death, he had hoped it would bring him some reprieve. Some strength and confidence that he did absolutely everything he could in life to make up for what he failed to do. 

   It doesn’t feel that way at the end. 

   Death is, at the same time, meant to be permanent. There shouldn’t be any undoing it. The magic to do so is questionable and dangerous at best, figurative on an actual basis. The feeling of being ripped back into life is actually not a pleasant one. Sheik had more than accepted his death long before it even happened, back when he was serving Ganondorf during the Hero of Time’s journey. Every day he expected to die, some days he actually prayed for it. To be forced back into being alive, as the Sage of Shadows no less, it was suffocating. 

   He doesn’t remember where his subconscious was floating, he doesn’t remember being dead necessarily, but he can recognize the feeling of life and the very cold stone of the Shadow Temple beneath his hands. 

   Again he felt like he was suffocating, choking on his very breath and he dragged himself defensively up from the stone as quickly as he could, fingers searching for the harp and coming up empty handed. Do harps cross over the veil of death? Undoubtedly he didn’t take it with him when he died, though he wasn’t naked at the very least. This had him grasping for a dagger instead, yanking it from the holder on his thigh as he pulled his arm up defensively in front of himself. 

   Though he felt weak and unsteady, he braced himself for some sort of enemy–a summoner, poe, necromancer, something evil–yet, his bright red gaze instead narrows on a very green, very blonde and blue eyed familiar looking Hylian. 

   Hesitation fills his posture, the dagger loosening slightly in his hold as his gaze flickers shakily across their body. “--ero?” his voice cracks, from misuse and the emotions crashing through him. There’s something though, something that tells him it isn’t quite right, and after looking harder he starts to pick out the differences. The blonde hair isn’t as bright, it isn’t as yellow and their eyes are a much darker shade of blue than he recognizes. 

   This. 

   This isn’t the Hero of Time. 

   But they are still a Hero. 

   His arm drops down at that and the dagger vanishes from his hold, his shaky hands moving to rub together as he tries to wrap his head around the situation. Life, hero, Shadow Temple, uncontrolled magic crashing through him. A breath is yanked into his lungs and slowly eased out. As he swallows the lump in his throat his back straightens slightly and Sheik snaps his gaze up to the man across from him. 

   “What did you do?”

#obraveyouth #▴ — path / sage of shadows #( he is unhappy about this situation ) #( would have preferred to be left dead thank you )

[soukeyed]

got so caught up in the euphoria of replaying sa2 and shadow05 that for a minute i lived in a world where his current character of just being a prick for no reason didnt exist

#watched the tailstube. its cute. sage mention :) #but sigh.. why do they do him like this. #i know a lot of people credit 05 with being the game that ruined shadows character but i dont think thats true honestly. #sure it kickstarted everyone making his thing Haha Edgy Gun Guy Says Damn but i think he was written fine ?? inconsistencies from the #badly done multiple routes system aside (vast majority of paths just Dont Make Sense) and maybe 1 or 2 moments its like. he lost his memory #like it makes sense. but idk i never felt like he was at all especially mean definitely not how hes written now #anyway HE WOULD BE GRATEFUL FOR THAT SCARF!!!! HIS ASS WOULD SAY THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!! #WELL MAYBE NOT EXPLICITLY BUT HE'D SURE AS HELL SHOW IT!!!!!!!!!! #anyway. #ellie talks

[williefresh]

“Wherever there is light, there are always shadows.”

- Madara Uchia -

#madara uchiha #naruto shippuden #anime art #anime #naruto #sage of six paths #madara sage #akatsuki #great ninja war #sharingan #shadows #madara fanart #uchiha #2000s anime #90s anime #willie fresh #anime and manga #anime style #anime icons #nostalgia #aestheitcs

[berryblu-arts]

"How come earth has 6 different local guardian types if other planets only have one or maybe two in extremely rare cases?"

Sage:

It's complicated-

#listen man hes trying his best #not his fault the solar system is particularly prone to dying #adagdfsfs anyways; fixing some worldbuilding inconsistencies up ^^ <3 #this is sage; only guardian of fate; been around for a couple millenia; semi immortal an would love to retire #he cant tho; he'd just be passing the burden to another; plus his siblings need him #you see; at the start he was the youngest of 4; the guardians of the light and shadow realms; the guardian of life; and him;guardian of fate #but everyone else has died and been replaced several times over; the replacements always feel like echoes of his siblings #so he takes them as siblings too; and watches over them as best as he can #the current shadow and light guardians are only a little over 2 centuries old #anyways enough infodumping ahahah #probs gonna redesign him slightly but i feel im on the right path ^^ #my intention is for him to look young but strangely...old? he wears modern clothes #but in a way that echoes his roots #aaaaaa can you tell im a little ill about him 😭 #my art #my oc #sage #fate

[sakuraswordly]

Some flashback memories:

Sonic: Can I keep him?

Velvet: Sonic. You know you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.

Tails: A long time ago, I once had friends and the only family I had. Me, bokkun, Magillanica and Ivo.

Magilou: To put it short, he’s the exorcist’s shadow. Sincerity and conviction alone won’t save the world to remain free of malevolence, they need someone to do their dirty work. A shadow. Melchior was training me and Ivo to be the shadow for the next leader of the exorcists...Artorius himself.

Laphicet: Both of you are not just used to it. You've changed.

Sonic: Go home?

Eggman: I know you understand. Do you think this will last forever? I know you having a good time. You’re having a good time living with them everyday. If people from our world keep coming to this world, there’s going to be friction.

Peter: Your child’s personality? So that mean.....

Gilgamesh: True. As I told you earlier, Sonic’s existence similar to Watanuki’s but not the same.

Homura: You and Danny were different so you should be careful to not turn into one, okay? Or don't interfere because you don't have a human form or human vessel like me.

Sonic: Syaoran, you are the incarnation of King Arthur. As for me, I am the incarnation of King Gilgamesh. That's why I am the only one who can use chaos emeralds to turn into super form.

Tails: I've changed a lot since I started hanging with Sonic, but I can't depend on him forever. I know I can do this by myself! I need to protect him! Okay, Metarex! Bring it on!

Punch: You knew something that I don't know.

Danny: What if we were to turn into weird monsters who, like us, are not the next because of despair and malevolence? I was very afraid. I could not do it If I can't control my despair. Is there anyhing we can do? Jazz is going to become a witch..

Sonic: Both me and Punch are scared too. Even if it was scary, painful, or too much to bear, we can all talk and cry together. We should never exist or become monsters that we don't want to, but as long as we were together, I wouldn't have any regrets!

Source Character:

Sonic Crowe or Sonic the Hedgehog. Sonic's Original created by Sonic Team, is a video game developer owned by the Japanese video game company Sega as part of its Sega CS Research and Development No. 2 division. Sonic Team is best known for the long-running Sonic the Hedgehog series. As Sega's mascot and one of the key reasons for the company's success during the 16-bit era of video game consoles, Sonic is one of the most famous video game characters in the world. This picture was from Sonic X, is an anime series loosely based on the Sonic the Hedgehog series. It was animated and produced in Japan by TMS Entertainment with the partnership of Sega and Sonic Team. It was first broadcasted in Japan in April 2003 by TV Tokyo.(But in my country, Sonic is not very popular, and few of people know about this little guy.)

Translations:

Name; Sonic the Hedgehog English 

Name; SONIC THE HEDGEHOG 

Known as; Sonic 

Species; Hedgehog 

Gender; Male 

Height; 100cm 

Weight; 35kg 

Age; 15 years old 

Running Speed; Supersonic speed

Explanation(Analysis)

Gilgamesh is the top hardest character to write, Punch is the second hard character to write and Sonic is the third hard character to write. In the first encounter(Tsofph story), everyone gave Sonic the title as an innocent child. Sonic doesn't know what hurt is, what love is and what the outside world how much cruel world is. Grimoirh said that Sonic himself was not the hedgehog or Allen, he hie something that keep him safe from the outside world, and that's why Syaoran's group couldn't find Sonic world dimension. Sonic world's dimension itself had sealed off away until oneday when Sonic fighter Dr Eggman. Sonic managed to trick the robot into shooting the machine the Chaos Emeralds had been powering. The machine malfunctions and caused Chaos Control, warping everyone to another world, Earth(Chris' world). So basically, Sonic broke the seal with the power of Chaos Emeralds by himself. Sonic is the fastest creature with the greatest powerful unknown inside him, he has a great hatred of crookedness and cannot bear to witness troubled people. He hates to be bored, and restrained always goes on carefree adventures, prefers to be alone, he likes to relax often and both love and hate himself. He doesn't like to be famous but wants everyone to acknowledge that he is the best and coolest. Sonic love himself, everyone and the world or many worlds. Sonic believes that everyone has a good heart (Even Dr Eggman) and can change their heart or save their saddest heart. Sonic is arrogant, cares for others, very sensitive heart, and approval others. His favourite food is still Chili Dogs. Sonic had the ability to see slow motion when he runs, can understand different languages even nature but can't read different languages, has healing magic, can see some destiny lines around him(Like Punch), has the ability to see or hear the invisible(Like Sakura and Chester)and the power of good luck. Sonic is afraid of deep water or deep ocean, and if it takes too much longer, Sonic will crazy and run around. But if want Sonic to feel safe from deep water, there need some friends that Sonic trust the most about his safety. Sonic is an orphan and before found and took care of by Uncle Chuck and Queen Aleena. Nature was the one taking care of him even feeding him(Trees, wind and water). Sonic still believe he had a family because he had a memory relationship with his brother.

Gilgamesh: I was chosen by nature to become the next leader, and even though I lost my family even though they are not my family in blood, nature around the earth still takes care of me. That's why I understand how much those trees meant to you, Enkidu.

Enkidu: So that's why you create the garden of Babylon.

Sonic's ideal is "Freedom". Sonic want the best for everyone not only for himself. That makes him curse himself more without knowing, which can cost his life just like in Sonic frontiers. (From this blog (Source:tumblr.com/nightfurylover31))

[The reason that makes his being corrupted so much more painful.   This isn't just about saving his friends anymore. It's so they can live their dreams. Having their freedom, even if it costs Sonic his own.] Sonic still don't know about the curse of Vaten Hörmulegt that he had. 

Yuuko: If you use too much power until the curse is awakened, the illness will slowly control you and turn you into a tool. (Similar illness in Sonic frontiers)

Sonic believes in himself and often didn't listen to his friends. But thankfully Sonic had the ability to read people's hearts and feeling(Even Allen and nature). When Sonic and Velvet have different arrangements, Sonic feels terrible for hurting Velvet's feelings because Sonic doesn't understand Velvet why he can't run or tells him he doesn't know how much dangerous is and why he can't fight some monsters. Similar to this scene in Sonic Prime.

Source Picture: tumblr.com/descendant-of-truth

Sonic looked so sad in this scene, you can really tell he feels horrible about hurting Tails's feelings. But he can't understand why Tails is upset. (He misunderstood the word "trap" that Tails warn him about it.)

Tails: Even though there were so many times that Sonic didn't listen to me, he was still the only best friend that can understand me.

Until Tsofph season 6, by little, Sonic start to be willing to be passive and obedient to his friends. Because his legs were injured. Before meeting Leia(Tales of xillia) and Subaru( Tokyo Babylon ), Syaoran mention that Sonic missed Tails a lot and couldn't sleep well. Sonic was afraid that without him, Tails would be hurt, but thankfully Syaoran showed Sonic that Tails will be alright on his own because Sonic could see Tails in Syaoran. They shared something similar, the soul is the one. We all know that Tails is Sonic’s biggest fan by far. But a lot of people don’t know that Sonic is Tails' number one fan. That's how Sonic thinks about Syaoran. For a long journey, Sonic trust Syaoran and they can understand each other very well just like the relationship between Sonic and Tails.

Sonic: Tails did say to me once that I am their hope. Even you, Syaoran, you also said the same thing that my little bro said. Do you know? I'm kinda happy. When we first travelled together, you don't know how much happy I am.Thank you so much for always cheering me up. You kinda much like Tails but not the same.  

Syaoran: Umm...What did I make you happy?

Source conversation: tumblr.com/sakuraswordly

Bonus: The first time Tails met Sonic in Tsofph story:

Source picture from Sonic X EP 18

Velvet: How you and Sonic met? Tails: After I lost my family and I only had the thing I made together with my family. Everyone around me said that thing is a tool weapon and they destroyed it. I cry the way I walk but along the way, I met Sonic running up. I was like"Who he is? Why he is so cool?! I should follow him!"

Velvet: Not because you were bullied by other animals because of your twin tails?

Tails: No, in our dimension they are kind and nice. We don't understand what bullying is until Dr Eggman conquered the world.

Velvet: Wow, that was a nice peaceful world you had until that mad scientist ruined everything.

Tails: Sonic then runs off while I eagerly follow him. He comes across a beach and sees a red biplane parked on the sand. I examine the plane and start to tinker with it, making it faster and even repainting it blue. Sonic then appears. 

* Flashback *

Sonic: What are you doing?

Tails: Ah! I’m sorry! I was remodeling it would be faster. And I changed the color. Umm....

Sonic: Blue is pretty good too.

Tails:...!! It’s the color of your image.

Sonic: Thanks. By the way, you’ve been following me since this morning. Do you want something from me?

Tails:......Everyone bullies me because I’m only good at mechanics...but I saw you running and wanted to be cool, just like you! I want to be brave someday to help the people I dear the most! Do you think that's a possible dream?

Sonic: What’s your name?

Tails: Miles Power. But everyone calls me “Tails”.

Sonic: I’m Sonic. Tails, I’ll leave this in your hands, so do what you like with it.

Tails: Really? You don’t mind?

Sonic: No problem!

* End of Flashback *

Sonic love to be alone but he wants someone to stay by his side. There was some human inside his heart even though Sonic is not human. He was able to learn on his own by playing the guitar, repairing shoes, utensils, cooking and reading, although he was not a genius like Tails. He has a talent for making friends even though he's not very social. He is always in a good mood and smiles all the time like a child. That's why he called himself an innocent child in season 6.

In season 8 will be much more different now so I'm going to end this analysis this month. See “Analyze the characters” next time! Thank you very much!

Homura: What do you think about Sonic, Danny? 

Danny: He is like the big brother but also a great leader too. But the problem is he is very lazy a lot when come to homework.

Homura: If I have to guess, Punch helps to do homework, am I right?

Danny: Yeah, she helps me too. I wish Tucker was in the same group. He was really great at Computers.

Homura: I know you are not really great at math and English. I understand that you need her help. She was greater than me, especially in the computer subject. What about now?

Danny: They having free time together lately. I wonder why Sonic knows about Punch. He just met her and I just know him.

Homura: Have you ever thought that because Sonic must've known her in a previous life, fate has reached across time and space to bring them back together again? But I never see this form as a hedgehog in Babylon. Why does this form exist?

Danny: Homura?

Homura: Isn't that strange that he knows about King Gilgamesh even Punch's life in the past? Also, I can't read his fate. It is just like it was sealed by someone. It was as if it had been sealed by someone. You were sealed by Enkidu and he was sealed by King Gilgamesh, but what about Punch? Even though Punch might not remember him, her subconscious could have taken note of him, and later brought her image out in a dream.

Danny: Homura...why are you know about Enkidu?

Homura: I just pictured what I imagined, that's all.

Danny: We met before in previous life, right?

Homura: Perhaps....

Danny: So then let's go!

Homura: Huh?

Danny: So the place that I know is very important must be connected to Homura. Maybe Homura can help me. A place I've never been to but important for even Sam.

Homura: Sam too?

Danny: She can be rational, sarcastic, forceful, bossy, passionate, and strong-willed, but also good-hearted and caring. She isn't spoiled and would rather earn real friends instead of dealing with the popularity and fake friendships that come with wealth.

Homura: I know you know her because she's your girlfriend. Sam could feel it? So the promise we made is still there, right?

(Below conversation: Source original idea writing skits are from Tales of Berseria)

Skits: Women can be deceiving(Tsofph season6)

Sonic: Hmm.....

Chester: What is it, Sonic?

Sonic: You once told me that women's looks can be deceiving, but I'm not sure what I'm supposed to see.

Syaoran: I also had a problem with that too. But as I know that's men's problem. Women are fickle creatures at best. They lie as easily as they breathe, and men can never see through their deceptions.

Chester: Yeah, yeah! I TOTALLY agree. 

Sonic: Sounds like both of you have been through some tough times.

Subaru: The wounds women leave on a man's heart take longer to heal than a cut delivered by a sword.

Sonic: R....really?!

Chester: Remember Sonic. Beware a maiden's tears and guard yourself well. That's my advice to you.

Sonic: Okay. Beware a maiden's tears and guard yourself.

Velvet: Wait just a sec! Don't put any weird ideas into Sonic's head, you two!

Chester: They’re just facts.

Velvet: If you fill his head with any more garbage, I’m eating both of you, even you Syaoran.

Syaoran: Me again?!

Mokona: Wow! Too scary!

Leia: It seems you guys having trouble with women. Heh! Well, women are nothing if not difficult!

Magilou: Don't worry. I have the deepest sympathy for you both including you too, Syaoran.

Syaoran:........

Chester: Well? What do you think of the ladies' reactions?

Sonic: Velvet won't eat either of you, Leia is mad and Magilou didn't seem sympathetic at all.

Subaru: See? Appearances can be deceiving, especially Leia. I don't know what will she plan.

Chester: And it seems you’ve absorbed the lesson well.

Sonic: .....Thanks!

Sakura: I’m not like that, though.

Sonic: Huh?

Sakura: Yes, some women use their tears to manipulate others. But not all do, and I for one despise such duplicity. The women who did that to my Syaoran are just the extreme and badness.

Sonic: So Amy hates some women who use their tears to manipulate others too, right? 

Sakura: Yeah, Amy hates that as much as I do.

Sonic: Girl surely is hard to understand......

Skits: Unknown book (Tsofph season6)

Syaoran: You know, I still have not mastered the ancient tongue yet so there are so many words and many scripts that I can't read. I hope Sorey-san was here. But I'm so surprised that you love to read books too.

Sonic: I like to read a book with the chilli dogs outside. I have to take care of Tails, so I studied by myself and become my hobby.

Velvet: I was surprised to see you be able to be a big brother. When I took care of Laphicet at first it was very hard to understand him.

Syaoran: Is every species like you like to read too? Bienfu does a lot of reading, too.

Sonic: Really? I don’t know that.

Sakura: It’s true. But I’m not sure what he’s been reading, though.

Bienfu: Did someone call for me?

Sonic: Bienfu, do you like to read, too?

Bienfu: Oh, yes! Books are a treasure trove of knowledge! But I’m a greater malakhim, so the literature I enjoy might be a bit above your level, Sonic.

Sonic:”How to talk a Human Female into Becoming Your Vessel” and “Physically Escalating with Cuties.”

Syaoran, Velvet, Sakura: ?!

Bienfu: Bien?!

Sonic: “Physically Escalating...” What does that mean?

Syaoran, Velvet, Sakura: You really don’t need to know!!

Sonic: Huh? Why?!

Laphicet: You don't need to know, Sonic. It's a human girl thing.

Sonic: Wha....!!

Velvet: Yeah, I’m confiscating all of those.

Sakura: And I have some questions. Bienfu, you’d better be ready for a thorough interrogation.

Bienfu: Bieeeeeen!

#sakuraswordly #tsofph season 7 #tsofph #tsubasa of phantasia #tsofph season 8(story of daily life) #tsofph Season 11(Chapter2 Shadow Path(Butterfly Effect)) #tsofph season6 #The explanation is quite long because it's New Year's Day so I give a special opportunity. #character analysis #Why did it end up explaining the character you liked? #velvet crowe #daniel fenton #homura akemi #sonic the hedgehog #miles tails prower #gilgamesh #punch whalen #sonic frontiers sage

[wxnderers]

tag drop

#lumi illuminates [ooc] #wonder the winding road [memes] #poised for prose [prompts] #like shadows on the sea [aesthetic] #does the walker choose the path? [headcanons] #the wind fey: ezra [muse] #vagrant of the void: lazarus [muse] #sage of earth: ahru [muse] #spun from seafoam dreams: sirena [muse] #tabloid tales [crack] #whispers heard while wandering [answered asks]

[boundoath]

more tags, verses.

#➳ (verse) ━ the queensguard. #➳ (verse) ━ sage of shadows. #➳ (verse) ━ the tribe leader. #➳ (verse) ━ to a new future. #➳ (verse) ━ life on the path.

[pennyellee]

Game of Go

LACRIMOSA | MYG MAFIA YANDERE AU

pairings: mafia leader!yoongi x f!reader genre: mafia!au, yandere au, historical au

summary: Their interlocking gaze served as a butterfly effect on his heart, stirring it to the core. She, in turn, only dreams to find a way to escape. But perchance, over time she might forcefully learn to love the man who has taken so much from her.

Thus unfolds a twisted tale of love and loss, of hope and despair, of life and death. The music reverberated through the dimly-lit streets. Tears of sorrow, weeping symphony - reflects the hurt, the scars that linger deep within and the wounds that never healed. Lacrimosa.

filler warnings: minors dni 18+ | mafia au, dark!yoongi, mafia!yoongi, yandere, mentions of God, mentions of bloodshed, slaughter, very chill filler, nothing major

beta read by @chaoticpuff17

word count: 1,5K

disclaimer: this story is purely fictional, it does not depict real-life events or involve any actual members of BTS. This story will contain depictions of violence, blood shed, death, mentions of abuse, smoking, alcohol drinking, illegal activities, old social norms and traditions, which we do not condone.

setted in between chapter III and IV.

m.list CHAPTER I CHAPTER II CHAPTER III game of go CHAPTER IV CHAPTER V CHAPTER VI

𝙼𝚒𝚍-𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟿𝟹𝟾

The soft click of black and white Go stones resonated in the room, creating a symphony that echoed the unspoken tension between him and her. The Go board acted as a tangible reflection of the choices that had brought them to this point. The room, adorned with subtle touches of elegance, served as the backdrop to a game that went beyond strategic moves.

Dressed in a simple white shirt, he leaned over the board with a predatory intensity.

“The snow blocked the tunnel, ” he remarked, his eyes fixed on the intricate patterns forming on the board. The stones, each a representation of decisions made and those yet to be faced, held a certain weight that transcended the mere game before them.

A small, genuine smile played on Yoongi's lips as he met her gaze. "I heard," she replied, her voice carrying a rare warmth. Winter, her beloved season, now bore the burden of delaying the impending wedding, freezing the anticipated chaos in a temporary reprieve. The blocked tunnel however came right in time to slow down the young Kkangpae as there will be no wedding soon enough.

A sage green hanfu was draped over her shoulders, exuding warmth that contradicted the chill in the air.

From time to time, Y/N found herself forgetting the gravity of the man sitting across from her while they engaged in the game of Go. The notorious Kkangpae was capable of orchestrating a symphony of chaos with a mere flick of his fingers. Yet, this delay in their plans brought an unexpected delight to Y/N and gave her more time to plan her next move. She furrowed her brows, looking at the board.

"Something bothers you, my love?" Yoongi's voice sliced through the air, a playful glint in his eyes as he noticed her distraction. The stones on the board are metaphors for their lives, the paths they had chosen and the paths that awaited them. Yoongi leaned back, his gaze thoughtful.

"You, obviously," she admitted, her gaze fixed on the board. Y/N reached for a white stone, placing it with deliberate intent.

"Each move leads us to a different outcome. Innit, my love?" said he with a sinister smile. She chuckled softly, appreciating the analogy of him mocking her decisions.

“Are you suggesting something?” The room seemed to exhale a collective breath. Their hands hovered over the board, the unspoken language of their connection transcending the strategic nature of the game.

Outside, the late November sun cast long shadows through paper windows casting a gentle glow on the wooden floor. It was a scene set for a narrative that extended beyond the confines of a game. The stones clicked against the wooden board like a prelude to the grand event that awaited them.

"Tell me, Yoongi," Y/N began, her eyes gleaming with curiosity but Y/N couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine when he eyed her.

“What did you do to make my father agree to this at the end?” She raised her eyes from the board while she held the stone in her fingers moving it forward. Yoongi's eyes crinkled at the corners as he considered her request, debating what he cannot and can tell her.

“I promised him to conquer, take and overrule Yakuza.” He answered, but he chose his words very carefully, yet answered with a certain degree of obliqueness. Yoongi did not intend to unveil the sadistic parts of the negotiations he had to agree to have her by his side.

"Conquer, take, and overrule the Yakuza?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. Yoongi nodded, his gaze unwavering. “That is all it took for him to give me up?”

Y/N's fingers hesitated over the Go board, the weight of Yoongi's words sinking into the air around them. The revelation hung between them like a heavy curtain, concealing the intricacies of a promise made in the shadows.

“I gave him my word that our clans would rise above the Yakuza, that our influence would surpass theirs. In return, he agreed to this union," he explained, his tone measured.

"Why?" Y/N questioned, her eyes searching for a glimpse of vulnerability. "Why make such a promise, when it cannot end to your liking and will only cause bloodshed and chaos?” Yoongi's gaze held a complexity that went beyond the game they played or the promises he made.

"Power is the currency in our world. It's the language they understand," he replied, his voice a low murmur. "To protect what matters, sometimes you have to play the game by their rules.”

A chill ran down Y/N's spine as the reality of their situation unfolded. The Go board, with its black and white stones, yet again mirrored the dichotomy of their choices—each moves a strategic decision in a larger game of power and survival.

“Why drag me with you?” She said, more bitter. Yoongi's expression softened, and for a moment, the calculating strategist seemed to yield to a more vulnerable self. “You don’t need me—”

“My heart needs you,” said the scarred leader without a second thought, reaching across the board to gently cup her face and caress her shorter hair which became a symbol of her strength’s magnitude. He shall be his queen.

Y/N stared into his eyes, trying to read him. “And I know that soon, your heart will need me too.” He breathed out. Y/N's heart thudded in her chest, caught between the harsh reality of their circumstances and the unexpected vulnerability in Yoongi's admission.

“Who will you slaughter for it?” Said she, the bitterness in her voice reflecting the internal struggle within. The scars on Yoongi's face seemed to carry the echoes of battles fought, a reminder of the ruthlessness that defined their world.

“I will not slaughter anyone if you won’t force my hand, sweetling,” he replied, his tone measured. The juxtaposition of the endearment and the underlying threat sent shivers down Y/N's spine.

Y/N's expression hardened as she grappled with the reality of their situation. "I do not wish for blood on my hands," she stated, her eyes unwavering.

“Then be my good girl and obey.” Yoongi's gaze held a mix of understanding and determination. The phrase echoed with an unspoken power dynamic, a reminder of the intricacies that defined their relationship.

"I also do not want to live in a world where I have to compromise my values for survival," Y/N asserted her voice firm. The vulnerability she had glimpsed in Yoongi's eyes moments ago now seemed to clash with the harsh reality of their conversation.

“God has a plan and we shall follow his lead,” Yoongi murmured, his words carrying a certain solemnity.

“So you are justifying your actions solely by a divine plan, what happened to ‘actions that have consequences’, Kkangpae? Does it only apply to me?” She retorted to his comment. The air was heavy with the weight of their divergent beliefs.

Yoongi's eyes bore into Y/N's, the intensity of their gaze sparking a silent battle of wills. “I acknowledge the consequences, and I bear them willingly for the path we have chosen.”

“Do you?” Tears welled in her eyes, and her vulnerability laid bare. Yoongi's gaze softened as he saw the tears welling in Y/N's eyes. He is bearing the consequences of what he has done to ensure she will be by his side and what it will take for her to settle down with him. Yoongi has a storm inside his home, and he is willing to power through, right to her heart. Whatever it takes.

"Every choice I make, every consequence I face, is a burden I carry willingly for the sake of us," he confessed, his voice low and filled with sincerity. “The world we live in demands sacrifices, and I won't let those sacrifices be in vain.”

“I am your weakness.” Y/N did not know what reaction she expected to draw from Yoongi. She wanted to let him know, she is doubting that he would ever take the drastic measures he often speaks about when she will not obey. Yoongi's gaze intensified as he heard her words.

"You are not my weakness, Y/N," he countered, his voice firm. “Love can be both, weakness and strength. You are my strength. You are my purpose.” Y/N scoffed at his bold claims, pushing his hands away from her. His touch was like a burn caused by fire to her.

“You will see that. I will be patient and welcome you in my arms when you will finally realise, Dove.”

The Go stones clicked softly as Yoongi made a move on the board, a symbolic gesture that marked a continuation of the intricate game they played.

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author's note: Merry Christmas!! I wish you all a very happy and jolly holidays! I managed to finish a filler that happened in between chapter III and IV, so here it is chummers! Enjoy! ♥

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[moris-auri]

Time is but a paper moon

Summary: 

Never step into the forest. That was the first lesson. Taught to all the village children as soon as they were old enough to learn and listen at the feet of the Elders. Most of them did, too frightened by the whispered tales of those who dwelled amongst the trees and called the forest home. 

Some did not.  

A/N; nothing really, and I hope you like this :) I'm sorry this has taken so long too!

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: mature themes, somewhat dark!Aemond, pining, angst, p in v sex, fey/fair folk references, use of she/her pronouns.

Taglist:

@aemondx​ @sylasthegrim​ @bottlesandbarricades​ @helaelaemond​ @arcielee​​ @lexwolfhale @orcaunionleader @barbieaemond

The forest around her was as silent as death, the ground saturated from the rain that had fallen the night before in fat, heavy drops that had beat into the dirt, leaving behind both the rich earthy scent and the promise of more.  

At this time, when the sun had not even risen yet and tendrils of fog weaved in between the ferns and other plants like serpents, it was still, so quiet one could hear a pin drop, the only audible sound the leaves underfoot as she weaved through the dense thick brush, wincing every time a bramble or a thorn caught at her cloak or scratched over her skin.  

There was a danger here. She could feel it in her bones, like an animal lurking in the underbrush hunting its prey. But it was one she cared little about, not when this was the only place the plants she needed like sage and mint and St. John's Wort grew in abundance. 

And so she brushed off the concerns of the elders, promising to stay away with only one thought on her mind. 

What they didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them. 

Her fingers have barely brushed the edge of a leaf when the crack and snap of someone stepping on a branch came from a distance behind her, cutting loudly through the early morning quiet. She stiffened, letting her fingers fall to her sides as she stood up, wary and alert as she turned around to face whatever was behind her. 

Her eyes widened when it was not an animal like she expected, but a man. 

Tall and lean, he stood beside one of the trees, monochromatic and dark against the earthy colors, his face half cloaked in shadow as he stood with his back to her. Pushing down her growing unease, she squared her shoulders, letting her voice carry over the distance. "Who are you?" 

He twisted at the sound of her voice, surprise briefly flashing across his face before his expression shuttered, shifting into something haughty and cold and foreboding. 

She was more than thankful for the distance, barely hiding the brief widening of her eye and the low gasp she let out at the sight of the dark square of leather on the left side of his face. 

Her eyes moved over him from head to toe and back, lingering on the pretty, angular curve of his face. Wraith-like shadows seemed to cling to him like a second skin, hiding something dangerous carefully concealed behind the sharp lines of his face. 

His eye narrowed, almost as if he had heard her, an icy coldness settling over his expression the longer he held her gaze, making the hairs on the back of her neck rise. "Who are you?" he returned, looking like he wanted to devour her whole as he stared down at her. 

The hem of his coat brushed his legs as he moved, keeping her within his line of sight as he paced back and forth in front of her warily, prowling around her in a circle like a fox hunting for its next meal. 

She shifted on her feet, following his movement as the wetness of the grass began to seep onto her feet through the worn straps of her sandals as something deep inside her reared its head, the nagging fear that she should run and not look back. 

Yet she didn’t, as if something kept her feet frozen to the ground beneath her. She knew this place like the back of her hand, knew every twisting path and yet she had never seen him before, this silver haired stranger in front of her.

He folded his hands behind his back as he stilled, leveling an impassive look at her. “Tell me,” he said suddenly, tilting his head to the side like a wolf. “What reason do you have for stepping foot into my forest?" he stopped, digging the heels of his boots into the dirt, gaze sharp as he watched her. 

Indignation and fury welled white hot in her chest at his words as she scowled at him, forcibly biting the inside of her cheek to keep her anger at bay. “Your forest?” She bit out, shifting again as the quietness of the clearing was broken in sporadic bursts of wind carding through the trees. 

“Last I was aware this forest belonged to no one.”  

“Yes, my forest.” He didn’t sound amused as he lifted a brow, an almost cruel smile dancing across his lips. His hair, as pale as moonlight, slipped over his shoulders, some of the strands woven into thin braids. “Well?”

"I need herbs,” she said as she gestured behind her. “My supply has run low."

His brow dropped, the sharp look in his eye diminishing slightly as he took in the plant behind her. "You are a healer." He observed, the tension in his shoulders lessening a hairsbreadth.

“I am,” she said cautiously as fear rolled in her stomach, heady and thick, nearly saturating her insides. “And who are you?”

All at once, his demeanor changed as the tension returned to him. "Foolish girl," he murmured, clicking his tongue. "Tis not a question you should ask." He crooned, shafts of light glinting off the pale, pointed ends of his ears. 

"You're one of them," she breathed, the beating of her heart thunderously loud as it pounded in her ears. "A Fair Folk." Her fear returned, dredging up the old memories of her youth, spent with the other village children at the foot of the elders and the words of her mother. 

Never trust the fae, child. 

He made a low noise in the back of his throat before he spoke. "In simple terms, yes," his voice was soft, a contrast to the sharp cut lines of his face. He moved closer, the smell of leather and smoke and rain enveloping her completely. It was yet another detail setting him apart from her world and the scents she smelled daily and it was a more than welcome change from the harsh smells of the forge and the markets filled with spices. 

She bit her lip before speaking again, her curiosity overpowering her. "What do they call you?" 

“My name is not meant for the ears of a mortal,” he murmured quietly, mere inches from her now, so close where his breath fanned over her face as his knuckle brushed over the curve of her cheek. She shivered, the hairs on the back of her neck rising as his finger trailed lower, its path stilled by the plain clasp of her rough woolen cloak before he withdrew, letting his hand drop to his side again. "Lovely as you might be."

The skin at the back of her neck prickled, hairs rising at the way he dragged the words out, curling his tongue around the syllables. He leaned forward again, this time to brush a strand of hair back behind her ear. He seemed to take delight in her silence, toying with her like this was nothing but a source of amusement for him. 

Between one breath and the next, he slipped behind her, lips brushing her ear. "What will you give me? If I let you go?" She sucked in a breath, heart thudding behind her ribs. She shuddered, more than aware of the almost inferno-like heat of him at her back. Her fingers twitched under the cloak, smothering the urge to reach for the blunt edged knife at her waist.  

"I..." her tongue stuck dryly in her mouth, the sweet, bitter tang of the tarragon she’d eaten before she had ventured out lingering in the back of her mouth. 

Nothing. 

Anything. 

He circled around her again, stopping in front of her again. “Foolish girl,” he began to laugh, a low cruel sound, shoulders shaking. “Learn to be more careful with what you say, mortal,” he rasped, a muscle twitching in his jaw as his gaze focused on her fisted hands, “There are monsters here. Ones who will not hesitate to hurt you.”

Fury welled in her chest at the mocking, almost insufferable way he said it, followed by an angry, indignant noise slipping from her mouth. A faint almost cruel half-smile lingered in the corners of his thin, pretty mouth. 

Her teeth clacked together as her mouth closed. “You said-”

“I know what I said, and yet you were foolish enough to believe me.” A shiver crawled up her spine as ice flooded her veins, cursing herself for foolishly brushing aside all the warnings of the elders to never trust a Fae. 

How foolish she’d been in thinking that he would be different. For as beautiful as they were, their nature would never change and they would always stay the same. Otherworldly and spiteful. Treacherous and cruel.

And he was no exception.

He is the farthest thing on her mind when the harvest comes a moon’s turn later, her days filled with clouds and rain and even less sun as the pale yellow green of the tree leaves darkened as summer came, bringing with it the yearly harvest and baskets filled to the brim with an assortment of fruit that had hung heavily from tree branches only days before, weighing them down so much the tips almost brushed the grass below. 

"You came back." 

"Of course I did." He stood hesitantly in the doorframe of her cottage, shoulders stooped slightly as his eye slid from corner to corner, taking scope of the sparsely furnished dwelling. He moved forward, sinking down as stiff as a board onto one of the chairs in front of the hearth. 

She remembered their last interaction so clearly, how he had appeared in the same place again and again, like she was a beacon. How he had seemed to sense every time she set a foot just past the treeline. How she had been startled the next time he had slid from behind a tree with a smirk on his lips. 

And as the days and weeks blurred by, she had grown used to his presence. To the low tones of his voice in her ear as he opened up to her as best he could, surrounded by nothing but the rustle of trees and the sounds of birds singing, still clinging to that same cold, aloof demeanor. He was as still as cruel and vicious as she remembered, but the more time that passed, seeing the undercurrent of something that was almost vulnerable. 

“Might I see you again?” He’d stood stiffly, his arms folded behind his back. That same frigid icy stoicism was on his face, his eye focused on her with an intensity that was both solemn and enthralling.

The feelings that had begun to course through her veins the longer she held his gaze. “Of course.”

She twisted her hands together as she hovered on the side where he could see her. “I’ve missed you.”

He merely hummed as he glanced at her from the corner of his eye, his lips quirking upwards. She let out a shriek when one of his hands darted out to wrap around her wrist as he pulled her onto him, arm curling around her waist. 

“Be still,” he grunted hoarsely, sounding more than a little strung out, his arm tightening around her waist. Her eyes flicked downwards, gaze stopping on where his other hand gripped the arm of the chair with whitened knuckles, hard enough to snap the aged wood. 

The proximity to him was dizzying as the smoke and the almost earthy herbal note that clung to his clothes flowed over her. Seconds passed before she shifted, moving to stand, only to freeze again when he hissed under his breath, the sound reverberating against the side flush against him. 

He didn’t let go of her as he stood, twisting a hand in the hair at the back of her neck as his mouth sought hers, his teeth nipping at her lip, the pads of his fingers digging into her sides. 

She shuddered, moaning against his mouth as she dug her nails into the back of his neck, gripping his shoulder with the other. 

His kisses weren't anything like the brief ones she had exchanged in the past with the boys in her village, heated to the point where the imprint of his touch was seared into her flesh. His fingers skirted up under her tunic, moving higher and higher.

“We should not- '' he groaned against her jaw, the low, tormented noise sending desire pooling down between her thighs. “Your lifespan is naught more than a mere blink of an eye for my kind,” he rasped as he pulled back to let her breathe, panting. 

“I don’t care,” she breathed, biting the inside of her cheek at the loss of his touch. “I want you. At least this once...” 

He wavered at that, his eye flicking from her face to the door and back again. 

She pressed herself against him harder, curling her hand around the back of his neck, consumed by a wild, desperate need inside her. She would gladly let him swallow her whole like some beast of old. Let him slice her from throat to navel and crawl inside her, burrowing his way into her bones and her blood and her heart. “Please.” 

He swallowed hoarsely, fingertips skirting down the curve of her back, feeling each and every bump of her spine beneath her skin. “Turn around.” His pupil dilated and contracted rapidly as he watched the pile of fabric at her feet grow. 

“You’re beautiful,” he swallowed, tongue darting out to wet his lip as he took in the sight of her. The expression on his face was dazed, his eye clouded and darkened by a lust that was unfamiliar to both of them. 

She flushed at the words, bright patches of red painting her cheeks, self-conscious now as she folded her arms across her chest, the chill of the night hitting her breasts as it seeped in through the cracks in her window, wishing desperately she'd patched them over ages ago. 

“May I?” her fingers hovered just above the belt cinching his waist, feeling bolder than she ever had. His eye darkened, the strange violet color slowly bleeding to black. 

He eyed her with a hunger, that same wildness that had been in his eye all those months ago as tension seemed to spark between them, building and building until it reached a breaking point, snapping like a torn string. 

Her body trembled, whether with desire or anticipation or something else, she didn’t know, but whatever the feeling was, knew she never wanted it to end as he kissed her again, deeper this time, slanting his mouth against hers as his hand came up to cradle the back of her head.She moaned against his mouth, each kiss harsher and more biting than the last. Insatiable now, his hands moved over every part of her. Her pulse jumped beneath her skin as the pad of his thumb swiped across the thin skin of her throat. 

"There is a spot," he rasped, reaching down between them. "Here," he croaked, eye half-lidded. She moaned, grasping his wrist loosely as the tips of his fingers brushed something between her thighs, sending a flare of pleasure up her spine. 

“Touch me,” he exhaled raggedly under his breath, burying his face in the crook of her neck as her fingers brushed the outline of his cock, the muscles of his stomach jumping beneath his skin. His fingers tangled in her hair, tugging lightly on the strands as he breathed something else against her skin. 

The chuckle he let out reverberated against her back as he pressed closer, his hold on her bruising and harsh, and the longer she thinks, the fuzzier her head got, that it was painful in a way she didn’t mind. 

"Greedy little thing, aren't you?" From his mouth, the words sounded almost like a mocking term of endearment. “So desperate for me,” he murmurs under his breath as his lips drag up over her throat, hovering just over the spot where her pulse hammered wildly beneath her skin. 

She twisted underneath his weight, panting as her fingers twisted against the coarse spun bedding, the tightly wound coil of her desire for him increasing with each deliberately slow drag of his fingers, sending her hurtling closer and closer to her peak. 

“Tell me this is mine,” he growled as the sinew of his arms twisted around her, lowering his head as he nipped at the skin, soothing the skin with kisses. “That you are mine.” 

“Say it,” he repeated roughly, pulling his fingers back. Her back arched, lifting upwards as she tensed under him, her hands clawing at his back and her ankles crossing one over the other, her heel digging into his lower back, taking the pleasure he gave her freely. 

The braid her hair had been woven into had long since come undone, curling over her shoulders in damp, sweaty strands, no thanks to the rough tugs of his fingers. She knew that come morning, bruises would mar her skin as purposefully left remnants that she was his and his alone. 

The rapid thudding beat of her heart had only barely calmed when the chilling sound of howling sounded from beyond her door. 

His head jerked, the arm he had draped across her stomach falling to the side as he shot up. “Stay here,” he demanded, not looking at her as he dressed feverishly, lastly flipping a cloak over his head. 

“Sister.”

He stalked towards where she stood, ignoring the hulking black faehound that bared its teeth at him from behind her. 

“Brother.” Helaena's voice was low and quiet, watching the candlelight flicker from behind dirty window panes. Clad in velvet and silk in jeweled tones of blue and ivory and gold, his sister was ethereal. 

"Aegon knows." She spoke plainly, not bothering to embellish her words.

“Why are you here, sister?” 

His face hardened, lips tightening like a shard of glass. "How?” he demanded, whirling on her. 

“He sees, brother. Not to mention mother, grandsire and the Clubfoot all whisper into his ear," she murmured, every inch a queen as she folded her hands together in front of her in an echo of their mother. 

“The Clubfoot should have been exiled decades ago,” he said, scoffing. "He drips poison into his ear more like. I don’t know how our brother can stand his foul simpering." 

A fawn came closer, sniffing the air as it stilled a few feet from her, legs locked. Helaena clucked her tongue softly, turning away from him as she bent down, curling her fingers in a come hither gesture at the creature. It stared at her, wide dark eyes unblinking, before inching close enough to sniff at her extended fingers warily. 

“Why are you here?” he repeated, flexing his fingers at his sides. 

"Because Mother wants you to return home. She misses you." A pang hit him at the mention of their mother. Kind and gentle, she had been staunch and stalwart in her affection for all four of her children. He remembered it so clearly, the pained look on her face when he stormed from Aegon's halls in a fit of rage nearly a century past. "No, she doesn't. She has Daeron." He said, bitterness a sour tang on his tongue. "Her favorite boy." 

Her hand dropped from the fawn’s head, giving the little thing the chance to bolt away from her on silent hooves, spotted hide swallowed by the darkness. "Don't be cruel, brother." She chastised, making him feel like a boy again. Wind began to pick up around them almost immediately after it had disappeared, the howling sound of it lashing through the tree branches grating in his ears. 

His expression darkened, desperately wanting to scowl at her, the iron salty taste of blood flooding his mouth as he bit the inside of his cheek. The wind died, the quivering tree limbs stilling as the eerie calm settled once again over the forest. 

“And because I see how you've grown attached to her. Your human." Her gaze was sharper than he remembered, her ability to be able to read him like no one else was more than off-putting. “Brother…” she murmured, voice laden with a pity he didn’t want.

“Don’t,” he snapped, the word coming out harsher than he meant it too. 

She didn’t so much as blink, the only tell the slight raising of her brow, her expression as still and as calm as a lake. “She will die, brother. That is the way of things. She will die and we will carry on. As we've done for centuries."

"You think I don't know that?" He croaked, gaze sweeping over her willowy frame. “I know her fate, sister. I know that she, like all mortals, will wither and fade as time passes, whether of old age or some other happenstance...”

“And yet you know what will happen if you choose to stay here with her,” she warned, reaching up to grasp his chin in her hand. He could almost feel the power thrumming under her skin, heady and addictive. “He will not like it, brother.”

He curled his lip savagely in a twisted mocking grin. “I don’t care what he likes.” 

She hummed, letting go of his face as she stepped backwards. “You know what he will do.” 

She was gone when he opened his eye again, leaving nothing but the remnant of the flowers on her head brushing his skin and the echo of her words in his ear. It’s time you came home, brother mine. 

"I cannot stay long," he murmured, pushing the hood of his cloak back once her door had latched behind him. 

There was something different about him, something not even her healer’s intuition could name. She had watched, seeing him and the figure of another, almost be shoulder to shoulder. As well as the red eyes of the animal prowling around them in a circle. 

“Something’s happened, hasn’t it?”

“Yes.” He was pale, almost ghostly so, with faint shadows darkening the pale skin under his eye, the pupil of his eye dilated and filled with a fear so unlike him. 

She ached to touch him, dread coiling in her belly as she took in the look on his face. “What is it?” 

He tipped his head back, not meeting her eyes as he exhaled, his breath shuddering its way past his lungs. “My brother has commanded that I return home. Permanently.” he murmured finally, bringing his head forward as he met her gaze. He kept his face blank even as her own went ashen and colorless. 

And there was nothing she could do but watch as he seemed to withdraw and fold back into himself like a garden snail retreating into its shell, turning into a stranger once again. 

"I knew you'd come back, one last time. Felt it in my bones."

He lingered in the doorframe, a solemn, silent creature of blood and bone and shadows with moonglow in his hair. He was still as beautiful as she remembered, the lingering echo of his touch still sharp even after all the years went by. 

"I did."​

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[evanox]

On a scale from king/queen of the party to shy awkward wallflower, where would you personally place a good match for each of the M4 of Last Legacy when it comes to a partner? Or what kind of traits do you think, a suitable partner might need?

{HELLO sorry I never responded to your requests I kinda completely gave up on LL BUT I was trying to find something and saw this was already fully written and it was a shame to leave it rotting here}

ooo that's a fun q thank you!! I hope I understood it right!!

m.list

Felix

Felix himself has always been a wallflower at parties. Sure, as a toddler, he'd eat up the praises of nobles as his fathers showed off the gifted kid they were so proud of, but he tired out quickly so Florian would rush him to bed before little Fe got too cranky and his magic started going haywire.

He still doesn't enjoy the balls—the nobility's massive egos far too stifling, only rivaled by the clothes his father made him wear.

Even in a modern setting, he wouldn't enjoy parties that are too loud and crowded. Felix might just hide in the kitchen to read a book or find the host's cat, only emerging from the shadows when it's time for truth or dare (he always picks dare, and it's beginning to get scary for others because there's almost nothing he'd say no to).

Felix finds himself more drawn to other wallflowers; even if you don't talk, you can at least look at each other with understanding before moving on.

It's great to have a partner who understands when Felix needs out. Hell, he might actually enjoy the party better with an introverted/awkward partner—it's the perfect excuse to grill any stuck-up nobles if they so much as dare to tease you if you stumble over your words or forget the nobility's strict codes of etiquette; only Felix gets to tease you (as long as you can take it), and only because he finds you cute.

Then you can both grab a snack or a drink and quietly slip out of the crowded ballroom to tour the gardens together. If the music is loud enough that you can still hear it faintly outside, he might just ask you for a dance amongst the roses with the moon as your lone witness.

"How un-noble of you, Felix!" you would tease when Felix leads you off the paved path and towards the arching willow where you'll be perfectly hidden from any other stragglers, then Felix would laugh softly before he presses you against the tree and kisses you until you're ready to be portalled into bed (for sleep or for other purposes, none of my business).

However, I wouldn't say Felix can't appreciate a life-of-the-party partner! After all, it is only a matter of time before an extrovert comes to claim their introvert, thus maintaining balance in this world.

Your joy might even become so contagious that Felix can't help but join, especially if it's too unorthodox for the nobility, leaving a string of offended gasps and/or disapproving scowls behind you—it's all the more reason to love you. You can swing and sway all over the ballroom and cause all sorts of mischief and pranks together, as long as you can respect when he needs to just go home.

Anisa

Attending balls is a minor part of her job, whether she's escorting a VIP or standing guard. From a work perspective, a more extroverted partner might be more convenient for making connections and entertaining guests. Anisa, however, doesn't really have a preference.

An extroverted partner is fun in the way that, when Anisa is standing stiffly in the ballroom by the buffet or the grand staircase, trying to keep up appearances (or even in a modern setting, fussing after everyone in the party), you can help her slowly but surely relax and break out of her shell.

Once Anisa picks up the vibe, she does a 180 and lets out the party animal (though this one's nowhere near as wild as Sage); you can see it in the way her movements are much more relaxed, how she throws her head back and laughs so loudly at the dumbest of jokes, and how she spares a dance for whoever asks—that is until she finds you amongst the crowds and pulls you in to dance the rest of the night away.

Just promise you won't let her overindulge in the wine or the punch (that Sage might've dabbled in) lest she starts acting too inappropriately on the job. You know she can't part too long from the buffet.

An introverted partner is great, too! Anisa won't force you into attending parties with her because it's work after all, but if you still want to come along, she'll take care of you throughout the event, continuously checking over you.

Oh, to have Anisa hold your hand and press a tender kiss to your knuckles as she softly asks, "Are you okay, love?"

I guess you would activate that loophole where it's like, she might not usually go out of her way to have fun at events, but seeing you wilting by the corner will push Anisa to encourage you to have some fun with her, as long as you're up for it; she'd love to pull you in for a dance, your hand held high in hers, and proudly show you off as her lover to everyone.

And if you don't want to dance, well, there's always the buffet! There are so many foods you can try, and Anisa can't wait to hand/spoonfeed them to you.

Sage

He's drawn to the life of the party like a moth to a flame. Sage might be quite the tease, but he still loves being kept on his toes; having someone who can match his pace might even help him burn out all that extra energy.

The loud, crammed taverns are where he thrives, and a partner who enjoys them too adds to the fun. He'll pull you for a dance once the bard picks up a jolly tune, sweeping you off your feet and hopping from table to table as people watch in awe how he swings you with such ease.

Hell, you could sweep him off his feet; he definitely won't complain.

That is not to say Sage would push away the wallflower! He'd try to pull you from where you cling to the wall—wouldn't you rather have fun than look so awfully glum?

Once you explain that you're not necessarily miserable, but the chaos of the dance floor just isn't your scene, he nods in understanding. With a wink and a swish of his tail, he asks you to keep your eyes on him as he blends in with the dancing crowds. You can join in whenever you wish, but until then, you're more than welcome to enjoy the view.

Your discomfort immediately triggers his protective streak, and he'll keep an arm up so people won't keep bumping into you as he escorts you out of the crowded tavern once you call it a night.

If you're attending a party at Fathom or whatever fancy palace for whatever fancy reason, Sage would gladly pull you away from the crowds and the noise to explore all the secret passages and chambers. Hey, you could even find an empty room or a closet for seven minutes of heaven ;)

Rime

Like Anisa, I don't think Rime has a preference. I'd say he might have been partial to a life-of-the-party sort of character—repressed choir boy craving an outlet that he is—but Rime did date Felix, who isn't particularly social. That is not to say that Felix and Rime didn't know how to have fun! I just think Felix's way of 'letting go' is more so through mischief and less through partying or socializing.

So in conclusion, Rime doesn't care how extroverted or introverted you are as long as you know how to have a good time.

If you'd known Rime before as the Starsworn Captain, you might've taken him for a reserved prude, but unlike Anisa, he doesn't really need you coaxing him into being more 'out-there'; he'll compete with you over it. Want to ask him for a dance? He's already eyeing you up and down, looking like he could almost eat you up.

Even on the dancefloor, he'd be looking for ways to fluster you.

Recall how if you choose to remain silent during the first confrontation in the Felix route, Rime would wonder why Felix would choose someone so boring over him? I think, if you're more of a wallflower, Rime might tease you a bit especially if he's interested in you but doesn't know you all that well—not to tear you down but it's his... unconventional way of trying to coax you into coming out of your shell.

#rime solano varela #felix iskandar escellun #sage lesath #anisa anka #last legacy #fictif #fictif last legacy #felix escellun #last legacy sage #last legacy rime #last legacy felix #last legacy anisa #sage lesath x mc #sage lesath x reader #anisa x mc #felix escellun x reader #rime x reader #rime x mc #last legacy headcanons

[smallpwbbles]

I feel Shadow's character development in the movie is gonna be similar to Sage's by having Sonic interacting with his family be what sets him down the right path, kinda like Knuckles seeing Sonic choose Tails over the compass but on a much larger scale

Please or imagine the father and son like relationship between Tom and Sonic reminds him of Gerald, Id lose my damn MIND

#ask

[guideoftime]

▴ — @ensxrcelled ;; Sheik & Lancelot. if we get trapped, we need to come up with a plan.

   There’s an idiot inside the Shadow Temple. 

   Sheik had to, less than ten minutes ago, physically save him from himself. Because if he continued to wander blindly along the path he was? He would have dropped to his death. The thing about the Shadow Temple was that it was built by the Sheikah. The traps that existed within it were designed by the Sheikah for their particular magic. Shadow Magic and the Eye of Truth. Sheik’s inherited bright red eyes. 

   Truthfully he has absolutely no idea what the man was doing here. He seemed to be looking for something yet had absolutely no idea where he was. Magic inclined Sheik can sense, he had a feeling that the magic of the Shadow Temple was what lured him in here. That wasn’t a good enough answer though if that was actually what happened, he had no right to be wandering around a sacred Temple that was designed to hurt people. The first few minutes inside the Shadow Temple should have made it clear that this was not a place to be. Was not somewhere that he should wander around. 

   Dried, bloodstained walls, ratting chains, rusted prison cells and traps out of one's nightmares. 

   Maybe he should have left him to fall to his death actually. 

   “Hey.” Sheik blinked from his thoughts and inclined his head slightly, looking down to the strange man on the ground who was appearing to attempt to draw a map of the Shadow Temple. Well, he’ll give him props for that, thinking ahead. “If we get trapped, we need to come up with a plan.” A snort actually falls from his mask-covered lips, startling even Sheik as he moves his hand to grasp the cowl around his neck, covering it higher above his face as he tries to conceal the sound and whatever his face was giving away. He coughed awkwardly and turned his head slightly to the side, taking a deep breath as he eases it out. 

   “Sorry, you technically very much have a point.” If Sheik was someone who was new to this Temple, if he was someone who had actually walked in here willingly along with the man on the ground and had been lost here. That was not the case, in any way. As he takes a breath he releases the cloth he was hanging onto and crouches beside him on the ground. Sheik’s red eyes falls to the paper the man was drawing on, he was wrong in a few places, and then raises his gaze up to the man beside him. 

   “I’m already trapped here.” 

   The admission is soft, a slight roll of his shoulders in response to his words. He chose this path, however the other man doesn’t need to be stuck here with him. Doesn’t need to be trapped here with Sheik. He had wandered in stupidly, but he deserves to be let back out. The temple won’t destroy him, Sheik will make sure he makes it out without experiencing anymore of the trauma this place has to offer. “I can show you the way out, but I can’t leave with you.” 

   He knew the Shadow Temple like the back of his hand. 

   “My name is Sheik, I’m the Sage that protects this Temple.” 

#ensxrcelled #▴ — path / sage of shadows #▴ — the eye of truth / asks.

[intuitively-her]

What shadow work do you need to do?

Pile 1-(6 of swords, 2 of cups rx, 5 of swords, 5 of cups rx, Page of swords rx, Queen of cups, 8 of pentacles, The Lovers)

There's a lot of lingering heartbreak from your past that you need to let go of. It's time to move on. Accept what has already happened. Accept what you cannot change. This could even be trauma that you have from a certain family member. It's time to release and give some love back to yourself. You need to be softer with your communication. Be nicer to yourself. You should listen to some self-love affirmations. Energy healing frequencies may benefit you as well. You can find these videos all over youtube.

*Angel messages: "Spend time alone in nature, meditating about your desires and intentions. Ask the angels to help you gain a positive perspective. ; Keep charging ahead, and don't take no for an answer. Expect miraculous solutions to appear."

Pile 2-(The Hermit, 7 of pentacles rx, 4 of cups, 10 of swords, 8 of pentacles, 10 of cups, 4 of pentacles, The Magician)

You need to spend some time alone and get your mind right. Your laziness is causing delays and a lack of follow through with your plans. Stop blocking yourself babe. Get your ass up and fucking work!🤣 You may be sad about your current environment or just with the way your life is going. You're literally the only person that can change that tho. Your 10 of cups is already waiting on you. You've gotta be willing to work for it tho. You need to take yourself more seriously. You could have so much rn. Think more positively, and watch how it shifts your whole reality. Subliminals related to mindset and self-concept would benefit you; or even meditations with positive affirmations. Videos related to self-help and manifestation will help as well. Watch creators like TheWizardLiz or Anila Sita 101. You can find these videos on youtube. Get more comfortable with change. What was lost was never really meant for you in the first place. Remember that rejection is protection. You ARE worth it. 💗

*Angel message: "I am helping you heal physical challenges in yourself and others. You are a healer like me."

Pile 3-(Page of cups, Temperance, The High Priestess, Strength, The Emperor, Knight of swords, 2 of wands rx, The Hanged Man)

Get in touch with your spiritual side more. Work with spiritual and protective tools. Sage/smudging your space often will really benefit you. Crystals and protective jewelry will help replenish and protect your energy. You can even use spiritual essential oils; i'm feeling specifically that you should use oils that aid your health, self-love, and protection. You can find this stuff all over Etsy! Leave your comfort zone more. Work on releasing your fears. It's just fear babe. Stop letting it hold you back from your dreams! Be more direct with the way you communicate. Don't be afraid to be the loudest person in the room. Speak your truth and stand on it. Let yourself shine!🌟

*Angel message: "I bring you a message from your deceased loved one; I am happy, at peace, and I love you very much. Please don't worry about me."

Pile 4-(Knight of pentacles, 8 of swords, The World rx, The Moon, 2 of cups, 3 of wands rx, The Empress, 6 of wands rx, The Star) *angel # confirmation 222, 999

It's time to practice boundaries with certain individuals. Some of these people are holding you back from your true potential. I heard "blind leading the blind". This could be family or close friends. It's time to ride your own wave! Stop seeking validation from outside sources. Do what you want! Show up for yourself more. You should be your biggest cheerleader. Celebrate your small milestones, not just the big ones. Your ideas are meant to take you far in life! Trust the path you're on.

*Angel messages: "I am with you, giving you the courage to make life changes that will help you work on your divine life purpose. ; You have a gift for working with young people, and your divine life purpose involves helping, teaching, or parenting children."

💋Extra message: I wanted to thank you guys bc I recently received 10k likes on my page! THANK YALL SO MUCH!😭😭💖 Yall always show me endless love on this account. I honestly never thought that it would grow into what it is today. I always had doubts about starting this page before. This is actually one of the few places where i feel comfortable enough to express myself with yall. I will never forget and will forever be thankful for the constant love i get on here. luv yall💘

#tarot #tarot reading #pick a card #pick a pile #pick an image

[sam198]

Chapter One: A Tale of Envy

In the quaint town of Eldoria, where magic and reality intertwined, Sir John and Sam's paths converged in the echoing halls of the mystical training academy. Sir John, a weathered sage with a limp, hairy tail, bore the weight of years etched onto his diminutive frame. In contrast, Sam, the epitome of youthful vitality, stood tall with a clean-shaven, grand tail that mirrored the strength of his well-sculpted physique.

Sir John's aging visage held a map of stories and lessons learned. Liver spots adorned his face, a testament to the passage of countless seasons. His stooped shoulders carried the burden of wisdom, while his thin, cracked lips whispered tales of experiences both bitter and sweet. The tiny, withered balls between his legs told a story of magical reservoirs drained by the sands of time.

On the other side of the spectrum stood Sam, the embodiment of vigorous youth. His chestnut hair framed a face sculpted by divine symmetry, and his hazel eyes sparkled with an energy that seemed to defy the laws of mortality. Broad shoulders, sculpted chest, and arms that spoke of countless hours spent in the pursuit of physical excellence showcased the results of relentless training. His full, plump balls, a source of potent Samen, hinted at a magical vitality that pulsated through his very core.

The academy's training sessions were a stage where Sam's prowess flourished, leaving Sir John in the shadows of envy. Despite years under Sam's tutelage, Sir John's frail form remained untouched by the transformative magic that coursed through the academy's hallowed halls.

One fateful evening, as the moon cast its silvery glow upon Eldoria, Sir John, consumed by envy, hatched a plan to bridge the chasm that separated him from Sam's vibrant existence. This plot would weave a tale of magical exchange, jealousy, and unforeseen consequences.

As the clock ticked towards midnight, Sir John approached Sam in the dimly lit training chamber. The air crackled with a mix of anticipation and a whisper of trepidation.

"Sam," Sir John called out, his voice laden with a rare intensity. "I need your guidance, a special training that only you can provide."

Sam, always eager to help, turned toward Sir John with a warm smile. "Of course, Sir John. What do you need?"

Little did Sam know that this request would set in motion a series of events that would alter the very fabric of their magical existence.

Chapter Two: The Enchanted Exchange

Sam, unsuspecting and benevolent, nodded in agreement. "Follow my lead, Sir John. We'll embark on a unique training journey tonight."

As they settled into the ancient runes inscribed on the training chamber floor, Sam began guiding Sir John through a series of magical exercises. The air hummed with a mystical energy, and the two men immersed themselves in the dance of enchantment.

💱💱💱💱💱💱💱

Unknown to Sam, Sir John had surreptitiously woven a spell into the training routine. As they delved deeper into the mystical exercises, Sir John subtly redirected the magical currents, setting in motion the clandestine exchange he sought.

The first change unfolded in Sam's majestic tail. A subtle shiver coursed through its length as it began to lose its grandeur. Sam, immersed in the magical flow, felt a disconcerting twinge deep within. His brow furrowed as he continued the exercises, unknowingly surrendering a piece of his magical vitality.

Meanwhile, Sir John's diminutive, limp tail stirred with newfound energy. It responded to the clandestine spell, growing more robust and lively. The hairy strands seemed to stand on end, absorbing the magical essence siphoned from Sam's once-grand appendage.

Emotions played across Sam's face—a mix of confusion and slight discomfort. "Sir John, is everything alright?" he inquired, sensing a subtle shift in the magical currents.

Sir John, feigning concern, replied, "Just a minor adjustment, Sam. Keep going."

The exchange continued, the magical energies intertwining in a delicate dance. Sam's tail, once a symbol of his strength, slowly dwindled in size. He began to feel an overwhelming drain, a sense of depletion that echoed through every fiber of his being.

As Sam's tail lost its grandeur, Sir John's frail body absorbed the stolen vitality. The small, limp tail now pulsed with newfound strength, a stark contrast to its former state. Sir John, concealed behind a mask of feigned effort, reveled in the unfolding transformation.

However, the exchange was not without consequences. The drain on Sam's magical vitality reached a tipping point. A wave of dizziness washed over him, and the once-confident personal trainer stumbled. The magical tether between their tails fluctuated, causing Sam to gasp in sudden realization.

"Something's not right," Sam muttered, his voice betraying a mix of confusion and concern.

Sir John, seizing the opportunity, pressed on with the charade. "Just a momentary imbalance, Sam. Keep going, we're almost there."

The chamber pulsated with the ebb and flow of magical currents, sealing the fate of the clandestine exchange.

#body swap #cockshrink #male body swap #bodyswap #toptobottom #reality change #age progress #age regression #cock theft

[sneezemonster15]

I have written a little about how Sakura is written to be irrelevant throughout the narrative by Kishi, and as a result, demeaning her character through the literary tool of subversion. Here's another example of how Kishimoto makes Sakura's character redundant and very intently makes her the laughingstock of the manga. Like I have mentioned before, he gets some kind of perverse pleasure out of showing both Hinata and Sakura down and he would go a painstakingly intricate and at times, long way to do it too.

I will be publishing a longer write up about this subversion that Kishi uses for Sakura as an answer to an ask but I am writing this particular post separately because this bunch of chapters portray a series of incidents where Kishi really does it without any subtlety and is pretty in your face about it too, like you can viscerally feel his disdain towards Sakura's character just wafting over and it has made her a huge target for ridicule, it has become a ubiquitous topic for very popular jokes and memes even outside the fandom, lol.

Okay, so the chapter I am talking about is chapter 675 where Sakura has just been kamui'd out by Obito from his space time dimension to protect her from Madara's attack after she fails to stab his rinnegan eye. But she never had much determination to speak of unless it had to do with showing off to Sasuke and Naruto, mostly Sasuke. What is interesting to notice is that it also pointedly harks back to something else that she did (or didn't do lol) with her kunai which resulted in a frustrated and (greatly) annoyed audience, courtesy Kishi.

Her nervous expression, the trembling kunai just centimetres away from its target but unable to reach it, failure to do it anyway, giving an opening to her opponent that could have easily been avoided had she been a little more resolute (no one really asked her to take on Sasuke though, that was her own decision given her poor sense of judgment, fighting strategy and skills), getting attacked by the opponent and then getting rescued by someone. Mostly Naruto.

#Redundant

Anyway. She couldn't do anything, having failed to stab Obito's eye so she is transported back by Obito and she joins Kakashi and Sasuke who are waiting for Madara to return. She sees Kakashi's condition and starts to heal him. Naruto leaves his clone to hold Madara's shadow captive with his sage of six paths staff and returns to Sasuke's side, his better half of the 'main act' of the war which has already been established at this point.

So seeing Sakura healing Kakashi, he takes over from a resisting Sakura and heals him. The ONE thing that she could do and not feel redundant in the trio is taken away from her, lolol.

He not only heals him, he gives him a brand new eye, something that is beyond the reach of prevailing medical jutsu itself. How can Sakura even hope to compete with this? Lolol. Kishi, you sadistic so and so! You won't even let her catch a break.

Naruto can't explain and doesn't even understand how he did it and it took Sakura years of effort to learn medical jutsu and achieve a stage where she could even use her mitotic regeneration jutsu. Hahahahaha.

#Redundant

Okay, now then, Sasuke tells Naruto to keep his guard up while Sakura is acting like her usual pointlessly high handed self trying to condescend to Naruto who just made her presence utterly pointless, and Kakashi starts to reminisce about team seven dynamic. Kakashi, a man who has a very shallow understanding of his team members (he thinks Sakura's love has changed from what it was and that she is kind and gentle lol) and not at all about Sasuke, which he thankfully admits.

But what's funny to me is that Kishi was totally focusing on showing Sakura down, mercilessly. So Kakashi is seen reminiscing about their first day in team seven.

Sakura squealing like a typical immature fangirl crushing over an entirely disinterested and quite embarrassed boy, while having no other goal or objective. While Naruto announces his goal to surpass the current hokage, Sasuke divulges his ambition of restoring his clan's honour and killing Itachi, Sakura just blushes and squeals.

Kakashi thinks she is kind and gentle (because of course he has never seen Sakura treating Naruto, at times even a badly injured Naruto, like a punching bag and manipulating him and everyone else for her ill conceived plans), she has grown and her love for Sasuke has matured because she still cares about him even though he tried to kill her in kage arc. Oh sure, running after a boy and begging for his attention no matter what the circumstances or timing is totally what a mature woman would do, lol. Thing is, he has got blinders on when it comes to Sakura because he obviously very conveniently forgets that Sakura attacked Sasuke first, in fact, she went there with the sole intention of killing Sasuke, while not knowing the truth but suspecting something, after having orchestrated a plan that included fake confessing to Naruto (#rejected lol), drugging her team mates and armed with a puny poisoned kunai which she didn't have the presence of mind to deduce would be pointless against Sasuke who trained with Orochimaru for years, some medical ninja, lol.

Kakashi treats her with kid gloves and doesn't understand Sasuke's feelings or motivations given his own lack of perception and failure to understand the intricacies of emotions and relationships, he makes a lot of faux pas when it comes to his team seven members. Kishi knows that these are the questions any reader would ask since these elements were given such consistent visibility in the manga and such consistent characterisation to the players, he is not an idiot. So he uses indirect and subtle techniques and narrative elements, and forces the reader to ask questions and then provides the answers. How? By showing, not telling. Okay, a little telling as well.

Kishi has already established, through Kakashi's interactions with Obito, that Kakashi is definitely flawed as he writes him to admit that he tried his best but he made mistakes.

And that it can be contributed to his past, when he lost his father so cruelly along with his team mates. He also admits that giving false hope to Sakura when Sasuke is about to abandon Konoha was wrong. And what this proves is that Kakashi isn't infallible. His hypocrisy is very apparent when the core of his principle is to cherish his comrades and yet couldn't even attempt to understand Sasuke, given Sasuke's excruciatingly disturbing and scarring past. And even at the end, he expects Sasuke to behave and acts like it was all Sasuke's fault, not having understood him at all. The reason Sasuke gave up at the end was due to the revelatory experience he had with Naruto in chapter 698. Kakashi is emotionally stunted, perhaps which is why he is so good at being an ideal shinobi. A shinobi doesn't cry, doesn't emote, doesn't complain, doesn't break orders and protects his village with his life. Anyway, what becomes clear is that Kakashi's emotional perception is quite affected and far from accurate for sure.

Anyway, so Kakashi reminisces about what he perceives as the team seven dynamic after Naruto heals his eye and then reminds Sasuke of the first lesson he taught them when they were rookies. Sasuke remains meaningfully silent and only grunts. He obviously has a very low opinion of Kakashi, justifiably, as was established in kage arc and the succeeding chapters after this one emphasize it even more. Heh.

So what does 'Team Seven' decide on?

TEAMWORK.

Where was this notion of Team seven teamwork emphasized on the last time before this? Here.

Where Sakura is seen nursing her past insecurities and ramping her ego to join Naruto and Sasuke in the fight because she can't tolerate being protected by them anymore like a damsel in distress.

She thought she was a full fledged kunoichi after passing her genin exams, lol.

Anyway, so she doesn't want to gaze at the boys' back, meaning being shielded or protected by them, as they proceed to take on their opponent. And she manages to punch and make a dent while insulting her own sensei, like some badass that she definitely thinks she is, it becomes quite clear from her body language and expression.

Problem is, her feeling so good about herself (I have finally caught up to them) and acting like a badass is very disproportionate with her actual actions and contribution to the battle. Which is why it creates a dissonance in the reader's mind. As she keeps pulling the same shit over and over without changing or improving things, even after having certain realizations, she creates a negative impression of herself in the audience's mind. She doesn't evolve to be better in a manga where characters learn and grow as a rule which then contributes to the main plot, this is a coming of age story as well after all. Same with Hinata.

Btw, Hashirama saying her strength might be greater than Tsunade doesn't mean shit. Because he actually hasn't seen what his grand-daughter is capable of. Her strength is greater than Raikage, as Madara notices after fighting all the kages. Someone as strong as Naruto struggled to fight against Raikage when he tried to stop him from joining the war effort and so Bee had to intervene on his behalf. She couldn't even fight average cloud ninjas Omoi and Karui, lol. Like c'mon, they aren't even portrayed as some super strong, special ninjas, they are a hardly more than comedy fodder. But Kishi won't even let Sakura take some fodder level ninjas, lol, it's embarrassing. And what happens? Naruto comes to her rescue, as always. Heh. No way Sakura is stronger than Raikage, lol.

Why does Kishi do things like these? These obvious contradictions that he knows are very visible to anyone who pays attention? Especially with Sakura, where other characters like Kakashi, Shizune, Hashirama and Jiraiya remark positively about Sakura? To build expectations, make the reader anticipate some awesome action from Sakura, something that would actually justify these positive remarks in the narrative, building the premise of the action, escalating it, but then right at the moment of dramatic and narrative payback, 👎. He makes Sakura fail pathetically (he does the same thing with Hinata) by subverting the narrative development and tropes, by not satisfying the readers' expectations that he so painstakingly develops, by writing the most anti-climactic of actions at the end. No payback whatsoever. What does an actual payback look like? Cue Might Guy's opening all of the eight gates, when he smashes Madara's ribs in as he breaks his own bones in the process. Cue Tsunade grunting like a warrior goddess as she thrashes Madara's clone beyond recognition. Even Sakura when she punches the ground real hard and takes out little juubi soldiers.

He sadistically wastes all that effort that builds up the anticipation.

And what does doing that achieve? Simple. It makes the reader get really annoyed/dissatisfied with the character. And they feel compelled to berate or ridicule her character. And why won't they? They invested in the character and his/her actions in the narrative for a grand payback, watching multiple episodes or reading multiple chapters carefully, and when they don't get it, they would naturally be frustrated. Kishi consistently pulls this shit over and over again with Sakura and Hinata. And why would he go to such lengths to do shit like this? Well, it's not because he wants to make these ladies look credible or worthy. Heheh.

This is exactly why fans who don't see everything through rose coloured glasses, shipping lenses or have a good taste and a good understanding of characters and the human condition, and actually pay attention to what they are watching or reading, are so annoyed by these characters. Notice I am not saying disgusted or hateful (although some of y'all are) but mostly really annoyed and frustrated. Sakura and Hinata, more than anything else (although they are all those things too, like distasteful, boring and cringey lol), are simply annoying. Because of the reason I explained above.

Kishi is fucking relentless about it too. After this sense that he gives the reader of team seven dynamic, he pulls this shit here. No Sakura, no team. Just Naruto and Sasuke being the main act.

After which, we see Naruto and Sasuke fighting together or separately, but not with the team. But after they are given the sage of six paths power by Hagoromo, they fight together, well in sync with each other. Like they are meant to be. Sasuke bosses Naruto around, like usual, Naruto complains nostalgically but you can see he is totally enjoying it to the hilt. And both of them get shit done. Naruto stops Madara's shadow successfully as Sasuke skillfully slashes Madara's physical body in half. But before he can react further, Madara flies to Kakashi, steals his sharingan and just shoves it in his socket, because it really is that simple lol, enters Obito's space time dimension and attacks Sakura. Now Sakura has no idea about Madara's powers, not having fought him at all directly, and definitely not having fought with the juubi jinchuuriki Madara. So where on the one hand, you see Sasuke and Naruto thoughtfully device strategies to fight Madara, Sakura actually is totally clueless. But Kakashi reminds them of 'teamwork'.

So then Madara finally appears and then this happens.

Hahahahaha. Teamwork? What teamwork?Sakura doesn't even know what Madara's strengths or weaknesses are. And just as expected, he stabs her in the chest and stops her punch with his Limbo jutsu. Payback? What payback? Readers who sympathized with Sakura? Disappointed. Readers who wanted returns on their investment, disappointed. But people who understood what she was really like? Vindication. Lol.

She did the same thing here that Hinata does in Pein arc, when she charges at Pein without putting any thought into it. Hinata did it to attract Naruto's attention. And why did Sakura do it?

And what happened in both cases? Long build up resulting in them getting struck with a single hit and then being rescued by someone else. Naruto doesn't even acknowledge Hinata and Sakura droops because Sasuke ain't paying attention to her. So much for team work. Lol.

But what impression does it give to the reader?

1) Sakura's love for Sasuke didn't really evolve did it? It's the same when in part one, she climbs the tree by gathering chakra in her feet to impress Sasuke but Sasuke doesn't pay attention to her and she slumps, highly disappointed. Same as here.

2) She makes it look like she is creating an opening by using a diversionary tactic, but it's quite obvious she is really scared, but is still trying to show off to Naruto and Sasuke because she doesn't wanna stay behind, gazing at their backs again. So she attacks Madara blindly. Her desire to show off and strut around trumps her desire to actually defeat Madara. What a shinobi, lol. This is a freaking war, and she is fighting against a super strong villain who is bent on destroying their world as they know it, but she is more concerned with nursing her own shortcomings. Self centred, yes. And definitely not a badass. Just ass. Hehe.

After getting rescued by Naruto yet again, she wallows in sadness when Sasuke doesn't even glance at her but immediately calls for Naruto, who btw totally gets what he is indicating at without needing to say it out loud. Yay, team seven. Lol. So while Sasuke and Naruto get into form and fight Madara, what does Sakura do?

Precisely nothing. Just sitting there in awe of Sasuke and Naruto. Spellbound at Madara's jutsu and power, that she didn't know zilch about. Kakashi is pretty pointless here as well, but he wasn't the one who just proclaimed they remembered the teamwork lesson and jumped in a fight without any plan. At least, he had the presence of mind to stop Sakura from joining in the fight when Naruto and Sasuke charge at Madara and she again finds herself watching their backs, as he tells her to not do it unless she has a plan. And she does stop, lol. She doesn't have the power or strategy, just ego. All she wants is to impress Sasuke and show off to Naruto and others, who cares there's a war going on? Lol.

3) It becomes pretty clear who the real team is here. And Sakura is very pointedly missing from it. And it stays that way till the end, staying true to the real team seven dynamic. The Main Act.

So after hyping up the team work element, Kishi discards Sakura's inclusion with a ruthless but consistently written treatment and makes her...?

Redundant.

She couldn't heal Kakashi, she couldn't punch Madara. And she didn't mature, like Kakashi believed. Still pretty useless. Lol.

I am aware that her stans only read the most surface level. How else would they justify something they invest so much in? But unfortunately, it's a fact and not a matter of opinion that Kishi never intended to portray her positively and he certainly puts a hell lot of effort to do so in a clever manner. It's not a coincidence that she (along with Hinata) is such a hated character. It's because she has been portrayed that way. Storytelling and visual language are intuitive by nature. All I am doing here is decoding them. I am writing here what you already know. I am just explaining the how of it. Excuse the digressions lol.

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[ironclark]

ZELDA KEYBLADES!

TIMELINE SPLITTER - 

A Keyblade modeled after the Master Sword of The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time! This Keyblade increases the amount of time enemies are stopped by Stop! The hilt, top of the crossgaurd and shaft of the blade are all designed after the Master Sword as it appears in Ocarina of Time, with the detailling on the blade having the current timeline of the Legend of Zelda series. The hilt guards are designed after the Ocarina note interface. The teeth of the blade is Navi, arguably the most iconic companion in all of the Legend of Zelda. The keychain is the Sage Medallions collected in the second half of the game, and the token is the titular Ocarina of time.  The World Logo is Hyrule in the Ocarina of time style, with a split Hyrule in the background. The name is due to this game being the one to set the Legend of Zelda down the timeline split path it is on. 

THREE DAYS REMAIN-

This Keyblade is designed after the wrathful incarnation of Majora from The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask! This keyblade is designed to have your combo finishers after every third swing! The hilt guard of the blade is designed after the iconic Majora's Mask, with the top having the horns that appears in Majora's second and third form, along with the iconic moon. The shaft of the blade is designed after Majora Wrath's tentacles that he uses to attack, all curling around an Majora eye. The teeth of the blade is formed by on of these tentacles and the various spikes that protude from Majora's Mask. The Keychain is the three main transformation masks collected during the game with the token being the fourth, optional one, the Fierce Diety Mask.  The World Logo is that of Termina infront of the deadly Moon. The name comes from the fact that you will always be brought back to the beinging of a Three Day cycle to complete the quest. 

MICROSIZED-

A Keyblade designed after the Four Sword of The Legend of Zelda: The Minish Cap! This Keyblade is designed to have a chance of shrinking enemies down! The hiltguard of this keyblade is designed after the Four Sword, stylized in a way to better fit the Keyblade format. The shaft of the blade is again from the Four Sword, but stylized once more, and culnimating into the teeth of the blade which takes it's form from Elzo, the companion in this game. The keychain is formed from the Four Elements used to forge the Four Sword with the Token being that of a Kinstone.  The World Logo is Hyrule in the style of the Minish Cap logo, shrunk down and among the grass. The name comes from the game's mechanic of shrink yourself down. 

TWILIGHT'S HOWL-

A Keyblade designed after the Twilight elements of The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess! This Keyblade is designed to have increased Light and Dark attacks! The hiltguard of this keyblade is mainly designed after the top portion of Midna's Fused Shadow helmet, with the Mirror of Twilight forming the center of the hilt. The version of this Master Sword forms the hilt. The shaft of the blade takes it shape from the Master Sword, but has the symbol that apepars on Wolf Link's head near it's base. The rest of the blade is designed with the Twilight color scheme of white-orange-black, forming a Twilight Portal for the teeth and an ornamental wolf head at the top. The keychain is the Vessel of Light that Link uses to help recover an area from Twilight and the token is Ilya's Horse Call charm.  The world logo is that of Hyrule being ingulfed in twilight. The name comes from the various Twilight elements in the game as well as Link's wolf form howling. 

DIVINE BEAST-

A Keyblade designed after the ancient technology seen inside The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild! This Keyblade is designed to have increase Thunder attacks! A stylized version of the Guardian Stalker forms the incomplete hilt of this Keyblade, and a portion of the shaft, with this version of the master sword forming the handle. The rest of the shaft follows the cues from different Ancient technology weapons, culnimating into the teeth that is formed from the hard blue light of the technology. The keychain is another bit of blue light energy with the Token being that of a Korok Seed. Yahaha! You found it!  The World logo is Hyrule in the style of Breath of the Wild, over the overtaken Hyrule castle. The names comes from the giant mahcines that Link has to bring back under control. 

DRAGON'S TEAR-

A keyblade designed after the more Zonia inspired origins of The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom. This keyblade is designed to have increased power from Light attacks! The incompletely crossgaurd is formed from the style of the technology that forms the Zonia Constructs, framing the Master Sword's hilt. The shaft of the blade is that of a rebuilt Master Sword with the Light Dragon curling around it and forming the teeth of the blade. They keychain is attached to the Keyblade and the token by use of the green goo from Ultrahand, and the Token is that of the Secret Stone.  The World Logo is Hyrule in the style of Tears of the Kingdom, over the Zonia Temple of Time. The name comes from the various Tear-like items found in the game as well as the emphasis on Dragons.  

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