#I feel like if Sage decided to age her appearance it would be like this

[skywriter97]

Sage Robotnik

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#not my art #holy wow #sonic the hedgehog #sth #i am in awe #this is incredible #this is amazing #whoa #sage robotnik #ai sage #long hair sage #sage redesign #whoever did this i love you #she's so beautiful #I feel like if Sage decided to age her appearance it would be like this #teenage sage

[undercityrezident]

My Thoughts on TotK's Lack of DLC

So, according to a dev interview, there’s no DLC coming out for TotK.

I do have some mixed feelings about that. Spoilers below the cut:

To be honest, I’m a little surprised at this decision, considering the precedent set by both Breath of the Wild and Age of Calamity (though the latter isn’t a formal Zelda game, so I suppose it shouldn’t be used to try and establish a trend).

On the other hand, I don’t think this decision is too surprising either since TotK began its life as additional DLC for Breath of the Wild before the dev team decided to expand it to a full-fledged game of its own. In a sense, this is a project that likely began as a final hurrah for this era of Hyrule and its characters, but grew out of control as creativity flourished with devs. Tears of the Kingdom might be the last the devs wanted or needed to say for this iteration of the titular kingdom.

That said, there are numerous information gaps and questions left by Tears of the Kingdom that I had dearly hoped would be answered by a batch of prospective DLC.

My biggest hope was to have questions answered about the ancient sages. Mineru, Zelda, and Rauru aside, we know so little about them, and I would’ve loved to have learned more about them and the people they represented in that era.

Moreover, I think diving into the sage's history could’ve also illuminated the history of their respective temples, adding more life to these locations that would’ve added to their presence in the main game. Imagine being able to explore these dungeons as they were in their prime or fight along the sages to defend these places against Ganondorf if we were somehow taken back or projected our spirit back in time.

Defend them, you say? In the past? Yes, and while general gameplay tends to focus on Link, and while we could use further time travel or spiritual projection shenanigans to allow for him to make an appearance in that time period, I think this would be the perfect way to include gameplay as Zelda herself. This is something I was yearning for before the launch of TotK, and this would’ve been the perfect excuse to get to play as her in a main-line Zelda game. While I could argue that she was incredibly central to this game’s plot, nothing can really substitute for gameplay interaction with or as her.

What’s more, the Imprisoning War, for all the influence it had in the game, is largely unknown to us as the player outside of its beginning and end. There were mentions of engagements in locations outside of what we saw in the memories, specifically the fall of Gerudo settlements, as mentioned by the Gerudo sage. DLC focusing on Zelda and her role in the past would’ve given us the triad benefits of exploring the sages further, getting to play as Zelda and further emphasizing her importance in the plot, and expanding on these events.

Alternatively, I would’ve loved DLC that expanded on the dragons of Hyrule, namely Farosh, Naydra, and Dinraal (and I will admit to a faint hope that my headcanons about the connections between Zonai and the three dragons would be affirmed in canon). If draconification had anything to do with how they came to be, I would've loved to hear those stories.

But, if we’re looking to use DLC to fill in on something truly underutilized in the game, I would say that additional content in The Depths would’ve been one of the best choices. The Depths, while compelling through their intimidating and disorienting nature in the early game, lose a lot of wonder, mystique, and even interest later in the game once you’ve illuminated it all and completed the Mineru and Yiga questlines.

Overall, while dangerous, The Depths feel very empty and don’t live up to the potential I see in it. The Depths could’ve been host to additional dungeons and challenges, and there are even hints of previous civilization down there that could’ve been expanded on. The dark skeletons are yet another mystery that we don’t have answers to, and evidence of the other surface races having had presences down here (I’m looking at you Gorondia and the Gerudo Underground Cemetery) are pieces of content worth further consideration.

And, of course, there’s the mystery of the final reward for completing all the game’s shrines: the Ancient Hero’s Aspect. In-game dialogue speaks to this being a reference to the hero that stood against the calamity 10,000 years ago, yet no race in-game or referenced in its lore seems to match this humanoid that Link embodies when he equips the Ancient Hero’s Aspect. This ancient hero undoubtedly has some connection to the Zonai, given that the design of the aspect armour and how its three facial designs reflect the boar, the owl, and the dragon: three important figures in Zonai culture and the three beasts that are emulated or revered by those who designed the three labyrinths.

Sadly, these questions, alongside many other smaller mysteries, will go unanswered unless Nintendo decides to put out alternative materials (such as books, videos, or third-party titles). From the consumer side of things and from someone who genuinely enjoys ingesting and speculating on Zelda lore, I’m a bit disappointed. But, at the same time, I can see why the devs might want to move on from this particular iteration of the Zelda franchise to focus on their next work. Something new and fresh for them is as good for them as it may eventually be for us when we get to see what direction they take the Zelda series next.

And at any rate, all of my above hopes and speculation on what the DLC could’ve been is quite expansive and, given Nintendo’s history, probably unrealistic. While I enjoyed the Champion’s Ballad DLC, it wasn’t anything groundbreaking that shook our views on how we perceived Breath of the Wild.

I can’t imagine DLC for Tears of the Kingdom would’ve been much different. But that won’t stop me from looking back at Tears of the Kingdom and asking asking: "what if it did answer those questions?" However, I'll have to rely on myself and the creativity of others to fill in those gaps.

I suppose there’s a certain appeal in that, too.

#The Legend of Zelda #Tears of the Kingdom #TotK #TotK DLC #Tears of the Kingdom DLC #Rez Rambles #TotK Spoilers

[miss-littevi]

Littevi's many faces on Etheirys

(aka: "A short overview over my FFXIV OCs")

Hello and welcome to my "FFXIV - OC - gallery" I'll start with just a few characters and Yorina and Ilmie are the ones that I actually play, the others are just for writing or once existed due to a Phial of Fantasia.

I'll set a cut because it got quite long

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~ Yorianna 'Yorina' Limai ~

tag: oc: Yorianna Limai

Age: around 30 years old

Race: Duskwight Elezen

Gender: female

Canon DoW - jobs: Scholar (abandoned), Redmage (abandoned), Dragoon (current)

Canon DoL & DoH - jobs: Leatherworker, Alchemist, Fisher

Non-Canon jobs I can (still) play and support with, if needed: Dragoon, Gunbreaker, Dancer, Redmage, Sage

Current appearance: silvergrey skin with lots of scars in various healing states and a crystalline wound on her chest; blue, sometimes purple eyes; long black hair; a beauty mark under the left eye

She is my main character in FFXIV and the Warrior of Light in my story. Beside all her duties as Warrior of Light and Scion, she is the "First Lady of Ishgard", a well known linguist and antique collector. And she is a Dragoon - not by choice but because fate didn't leave her a choice. It's fine though, she accepted it but every now and then she looks at the scholar's book and the redmage's weapon she used to wield before. Her name is Yorianna, but she mostly is called by the shorter form, Yorina.

tags associated with Yorina:

SilverGoldLinings

I ship Yorina with Aymeric and decided on this tag for them. Their relation started a little bit… rough, meaning: Yorina couldn’t stand him the first times they met, and it took weeks, months for her to fall in love with him. And it took even more weeks for them to confess their feelings for each other. Aymeric made her a rushed proposal right before she hat to leave to Gyr Abania – he initially had planned something else but the time was short and he wanted to do it before she left. He proposed again – more aligned with his plannings this time - after Ala Mhigo was liberated, the wedding ceremony took place a few months later. Their son, Florent Haurchefant de Borel, was born towards “End of Shadowbringer”

Art by @ptizasych auf Tumblr

InDragonsight

Yorina and Estinien had a sibling-like relationship for the time between “Late Heavensward” to “Beginning Endwalker”. Their relationship had the “add-on” that they felt some sort of supernatural connection and could sense each other’s mood swings and had a feeling where the other might be. When Estinien joined the Scions and they spent more time together, they started to feel some sort of romantic tendency towards each other and by now they cannot deny them anymore. But they are not willing to give in to their feelings - not least because Yorina is happily married and a mother now, and if she were to break up with Aymeric, it would not only be a bitter blow for everyone involved, but it would also be a political disaster. So they keep their romantic feelings for each other locked away.

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~ Nyx /Azem ~

tag: oc: Nyx-Azem (currently no posts by me)

Nyx is Yorina's ancient self. She was a quiet person, eager to travel the world and help the people. She also loved to collect little trinkets from everywhere she went and store them in her apartment in Amaurot. Her preferred combat style is fighting with a sword and throwing daggers that can be infused with elemental magic. (I rarely post about her but set up a tag, just in case. The info here is equally short, even though I have some more headcanons about her.)

Current appearance: light skin; long black-blue hair, tightly braided into French braids; purple eyes; a beauty mark under the left eye

Art by @ptizasych auf Tumblr

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~ Ilmie Duremert ~

tag: oc: Ilmie Duremert

Age: 21 years old

Race: ishgardian Wildwood Elezen

Gender: female

Canon DoW - jobs: Astrologian (abandoned), Rogue (on hold), Bard, Dancer

Canon DoL & DoH - jobs: Botanist, Goldsmith

Non-Canon jobs I can (still) play and support with, if needed: Dancer, Gunbreaker, Dragoon, Sage, Redmage

Current appearance: light skin with a healthy sun tan; long blonde hair, sometimes with red highlights; deep brown eyes; a beauty mark under the lip

Ilmie is a wildwood Elezen and friend of Yorina. She was born and raised in Ishgard and lost her family and siblings to the Dragonsong War. She worked at the Astrologian’s guild where she met Yorina, who saw the younger woman’s talent and potential and sponsored her education at the guild. In return, Ilmie started working in Borel Manor. Later she left the city and traveled through Eorzea. Eventually, she settled in Gridania, abandoned the astrologians arts and became a bard. She later accompanied the delegation from Gridania to Garlemald and fought alongside the Eorzean Alliance to help the people of Garlemald. After the Final Days, she learned about the combat techniques of the Dancers and learned those techniques. She is still a bard when it comes to singing and playing music, even though she often dances to the music Guydelot plays, but in a fight she relies on the dancer skills now.

tags associated with Ilmie:

WoodlandVerses

I ship Ilmie with Guydelot, the Elezen from the bard-questline. This is the tag for them. Since Ilmie gets “into action” quite late in Yorina’s story and I wanted to have a “Bard-Quest version feat. Ilmie”, I had to tinker a little bit and… bow the canon to make it work somehow. Ilmie and Guydelot met even earlier, months before he became a Bard and they led a few months an “on-off-relationship” until she final returned from Limsa Lominsa back to Gridania and she moved in to his apartment.

Art by @ptizasych auf Tumblr

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~ Euterpe ~

tag: oc: Euterpe (currently no posts by me)

Euterpe is Ilmie’s ancient self. She was based in Amaurot and had a strong desire to create music and inspire others to do the same. She was working on a new instrument to make the sound of aether audible to everyone. She was a friend of Hythlodaeus, who occacionally gave her some tips and hints where she could make useful changes to her concept. (I don't post much about Euterpe as well, but wanted to set the tag, just in case)

Current appearance: light skin with a healthy tan, if looks like she got into the sun on a regular base; long blonde hair; dark brown eyes a beauty mark under the lip

Art by @ptizasych auf Tumblr

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~ Luca Seabreeze ~

tag: oc: Luca Seabreeze

Age: 223 years old (as far as I understand Viera aging process)

Race: Vii (Viera of the First)

Gender: female

Canon DoW - jobs: Lancer (abandoned), Gunbreaker

Canon DoL & DoH - jobs: none

Current appearance: tanned skin, long brown hair with light brown highlights; dark brown eyes; a beauty mark under the lip

Luca is a Vii (Viera) from the First and a shard of Ilmie. She left her home in the Rak'tika Greatwood at a young age and came to Kholusia after some time of travelling. She never even tried to get into Eulmore and stayed on the lower parts of Kholusia instead. She wields a Gunblade and sees it as her destined duty to protect the people there until the Sineaters will finally be defeated. After the thread from the Sineaters is banned, she still protects the people there from things that might attack the settlements. And she patrols the now abandoned Copied Factory and the Puppet’s Bunker regularly after she helped clear it with Yorina (yes, the NieR-raids are canon in my world)

#littevi on etheirys #littevi's thoughts #ffxiv ocs

[thebeedleboat]

Why I like the Shaman Azula theory so much

Quick background if you haven't seen TLOK: The Shaman is a character that appears briefly in The Legend of Korra who helps the Avatar connect with her very first life, Wan, after being attacked by a dark spirit. There is a theory that this character is Azula. Due to the Shaman having so little screentime, there isn't really concrete evidence to prove it, but there's no evidence against it either.

What we do know about the Shaman is: She is an elderly woman living on Bhanti Island, where the fire sages originated. She is introduced during series two using a new firebending technique.

(a form of spirit bending, used here to diagnose Korra with holding dark spiritual energy. The movements seem reminiscent of Reiki - but don’t quote me on that. I don't think this technique ever gets referenced again in the show, which is a shame.)

The sages that find Korra bring her to the Shaman, so it is fair to suggest she is well known to have knowledge/expertise in this area. She advises using a pool of spirit water; submerged in it, Korra is reconnected to the Avatar spirit and her past lives - saving her life in time to fight Vaatu during harmonic convergence. The Shaman later tells Korra about how the sages have been raising flying bison since the war ended.

The reason the theory has any weight is mainly because the shaman looks like this: (I’ve added the gaang, young and old, for age and art style comparison)

[ID: Twelve images, ten of which show Zuko, Katara, Aang, Toph, and Sokka as they appear in ATLA and TLOK, the first image shows the Shaman next to Azula. End ID.]

(Also, if anyone can tell me how to get images to display smaller on tumblr, I’d love know.)

Considering what the rest of the gaang look like, it feels pretty valid. What I like so much about the theory is that it offers an Azula who has continued to master firebending techniques into her old age, is unbothered by a few hairs out of place, saves the Avatar using spirit water, and raises baby flying bison. Not to mention she is a respected and seemingly appreciated healer. (the Shaman doesn't use fear, is what I'm saying) I know it sounds like she is the total opposite to Azula in ATLA, but it's the parallels that kinda make it for me. Aang and Zuko go from enemies to best friends in a year. A key theme of the show is 'no one is born completely evil'. I believe over seventy years Azula could change enough to at least save the one person capable of stopping the world from descending into ten thousand years of chaos and destruction. (C’mon,Toph joined the police.) The fact that this character saves the Avatar using spirit water - the very thing that undoes Azula's whole life in book 3 feels meaningful.

Do I think that the writers did this on purpose? Not really. The shaman was originally going to be blind before they decided it made her too similar to Toph, who returns in the following series. Not to mention the way Azula is represented in other post canon content by the creators. Do I think that someone working in character design thought it would be funny to draw an old firebender with suspiciously familar bangs? Maybe.

I also love how the total lack of evidence just leaves the door open for more backstory. What paths could Azula possibly take that end with becoming a contented old lady who pets sky bison and knows secret firebending techniques? The only real factor in whether it’s a believable theory or not is the limits that we choose to set on character growth.

#azula #shaman #tlok

[shadowveileds]

wanted connections

Malakai Westmore — OLDER BROTHER: brother who always looks out for him and kind of taught him everything he knows they are close and this was the brother Kai was closest to but when kai died they had a hard time reconnecting due to kais death and yet kai was still around as a ghost so things were different but they're still there for one another it just feels different and more distance between them now

OTHER SIBLINGS (BIOLOGICAL BROTHERS): (abuse tw, brainwashing tw) he comes from a lil culty family where they believed in some really weird shapeshifter shit and kinda fed it to their kids where animal shapeshifters are like the best species and it's a lot of elitist but also like... religious abuse, forced solitary confinement, ugly gross things !!! but i imagine it's all brothers and there's a weird hierarchy uGh it's gross and its the worst but the boys secretly looked out for each other until their dad got sick and died /: the mom was never the same and gave up all the beliefs and barely leaves her room bc she went into catatonic schizophrenia and now lives in a medical ward and they would visit her sometimes bc that's still their mom but they were essentially brainwashed to think weird things and have a lot of healing to do. all of their last names would be Westmore! first names are up to you but none can be older than the older brother connection above! ROMANTIC SHIP: can be any gender <33 and kai is up for any type of person so i think most charas would work.... maybe there could some type of forbidden love vibes to it idk we can go wild lol

Eitan Mars — SIBLINGS (ADOPTED OR FOSTER): big ass family with lots of kids and they all have cool unique names because the mars family is weird! like cheaper by the dozen type shit lol where parents got together when eitan was young so they grew up in a tall house with like five stories and constantly had people coming in and out and it was messy and wild and full of energy and fairy magic everywhere and filled with lots of love and support so! there would be a few kids from before the parents got together then a few kids after so the before kids (like eitan) would have the last name mars and the after kids (younger than eitan) would have a hyphenated last name with Mars and something that you decide or completely something you decide it's up to you EXES: someone that eitan has dated in the past but they have broken up and their dynamic and reason is up for plotting and the ex-partner can be any gender(: i just need more exes for this loser bc he would have dated ppl in the past haha

Aristotle Sloane — ENEMY & PAST HOOK-UP: where they just do not like each other anymore maybe they never liked each other but they have hooked up because they were both hot lol so maybe ari regrets it maybe they were drunk or whatever but now ari can't stand this person

Nereus Pan — SISTERS (ADOPTED, FOSTER, OR BIOLOGICAL): i imagine nereus has a ton of sisters of different ages and he's the only boy lol the sisters can be older or younger than him but they all have the last name pan to keep up appearances

Sagramore Delacour — ROMANTIC SHIP: can be any gender <33 and sage is up for any type of person so i think most charas would work.... maybe friends first tho?? dare i say a lil bit of a slow burn if we want?? lol the partner could struggle with being hurt in the past paired with sage's want to give them a better life and is willing to shower them in love with affection and compliments it could be really cute

Octavia Mercy — VAMPIRE/HUMAN: a relationship with a human male. where we can portray the changing and difficult aspects of a relationship between a vampire and a human. we can explore immortality and forbidden love and also be melodramatic asf and sappy and romantic and uGh he would be a feeder and he is her favorite human yes pls i feel like it could give: the one who hates absolutely everyone x that one ray of sunshine that they love with all their heart

#wanted connections

[jamespotterthefirst]

Mi Viejito (Ethan x f!MC)

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Words: 1K Warning: None Summary: Father’s Day more than twenty years later. 

Author’s Note: “Mi Viejito” means “Old Man” (affectionate). Thank you to the two anons who requested this!

Also, no editing. Oops. We die like men. 

Twenty five years are not enough to dull the impact of startling blue eyes meeting hers across a room. For a moment, she feels like that fresh-faced intern she used to be, meeting her medical idol for the first time. Except now, Ethan Ramsey has the elegance of time on his side, carved into every fine line on his handsome face. His hair, once dark brown, is a storm of silver now, making the blue of his eyes even more of a shock.

A pleasant sort of shock that makes her body thrum with warmth.

Ethan removes his spectacles and gives her a tired but breathtaking smile. Lilac returns it, moving to settle into her husband's embrace.

“Happy Father's Day, mi viejito,” she murmurs into a kiss. After his hum of thanks, they melt into the kiss, enjoying the rare few moments of blissful companionship.

“Where are the girls?” he asks after a while, as though reading her mind.

“Andy should be here any moment to drop them off.”

“Ah, the calm before the storm,” he muses with exaggerated dread. It doesn't fool anyone, least of all Lilac. Anyone who glances at Ethan Ramsey with his children for more than two seconds knows just how much he adores them. “What about Lori and Jonah?”

“Jonah hasn't texted me back and Lori is on her date.”

“Hrm.”

Lilac laughs. “Hunter's a nice kid. He's taking her on a boat ride at the Common.”

Ethan is not impressed.

“It's a cute date for two seventeen year-olds,” Lilac reasons with little success.

“Pitiful.”

“You took me on one of those when we were engaged.”

“I meant his name. What kind of name is Hunter?”

She laughs at that and places a kiss on his cheek, succeeding in softening his expression by a fraction. “You're just upset your little girl is all grown up.”

Ethan's expression is as impassive as ever but Lilac can see the brief flash of sadness in his eyes. She places a comforting hand at his cheek, sweeping the ridge of his cheekbone with her thumb.

“She'll be back in time for dinner. And I'm sure Jonah will text me back later. He's been swamped with school work these past few days.”

Ethan nods but is unable to elaborate an answer because the sound of approaching voices grows louder outside the door.

The youngest Ramseys arrive then, three times more boisterous than any teenagers their age. Though, to the surprise of exactly no one, the person in the little group arguing the loudest is Jasmine. Andy rolls her eyes, unable to contain a smile at the charming young girl trying to talk her way out of whatever trouble she's gotten into.

“Seriously, it's okay. Our dad owns the hospital.”

“He manages it,” her twin, Violet, corrects.

“Same thing,” Jasmine returns dismissively. “He as good as owns it if the place falls apart without him.”

“That,” Ethan intervenes, placing a kiss of greeting atop each of their heads, “would be your mother. She does the brunt of the work around here.”

Jasmine scoffs. “And yet the man gets all the credit.”

“Typical,” Violet adds.

Ethan and Lilac both laugh proudly. After Andy takes her leave for the day, the girls hug their father.

“Happy Father's day!” They chorus.

“We brought you coffee from that place you and mom are obsessed with.”

They thrust a to-go cup in his hand.

“We remembered,” Jasmine says importantly. “Not like Tweedle dee and Tweedle Ugly.”

“Jazzie,” her mother scolds. “Don't call your brother and sister that.”

“Ingrates,” Violet adds, agreeing with her sister. “Write them out of your will, Dad.”

Ethan is fully laughing now, a sound that is rare and wonderful, easily drawn out of him by his family. The little crevices on his face grow deeper with his mirth and it tugs at Lilac's heartstrings.

“If we're divvying up Dad's stuff then I call Minnie,” Jasmine proclaims.

“You can have that cat now,” Ethan returns intently. “I don't want anything to do with that thing.”

“I call Jenner the Second,” Violet calls out before her sister can.

They dissolve into an impassioned argument about who loves the dog more. Luckily for all of them, they are interrupted by the sound of more approaching footsteps, followed by even more arguing voices.

“... doesn't have his license yet.”

“What good is a license if he doesn't even have a car.”

“You don't need a car in the city. You can get around in the train.”

“Then why did you text me begging for a ride here?”

“You're such a jerk, J.”

The eldest of their children appear in the office, ceasing all bickering when their eyes fall on the father. Dolores, beautiful and bright faced from the sun, the freckles on her cheeks more vivid as she smiles. Jonah, tall, collected, and handsome—reassembling his father more than any of his siblings. Lilac watches fondly as they hug Ethan and wish him a happy father's day. After the brief surprise of their sudden appearance wears off, she can see her husband's eyes shining with emotion.

“We're taking you to lunch,” Lori informs him. “Jonah got us reservations at your favorite place downtown.”

“Nice, that place has the best chocolate cake,” Jasmine says excitedly.

“We said we're taking dad, not you freeloaders,” Jonah returns jokingly, ruffling his younger sister's hair.

“It’s father’s day! We deserve to be celebrated, too!”

“How do you figure that, squirt?”

“Who taught you how to throw a ball, Jonah Naveen Ramsey?” Jasmine demands indignantly.

“Who gave you pointers on how to impress that girl down the street you used to have a crush on?” Violet adds.

“Who Googled 'how to drive a stick shift car' when you borrowed Dad's car without asking him?”

“You what?” Ethan asks, turning to look at his son.

“Who—”

“Alright, alright! You can come with,” Jonah cuts in. “You two are insufferable, I swear.”

“That's no way to speak to your fathers,” Jasmine chastises.

The siblings continue their banter, taking turns predicting what their father will order. The one who knows his order exactly, Lilac observes, is Dolores, though she has no chance to boast to her siblings. Ethan’s pager goes off and he groans when he reads the message.

“There’s a problem with the paperwork in the Sawyer case,” he tells Lilac. With a mournful twist of his mouth, he looks at his children. “I’m sorry but I have to go handle this. Lunch won’t--”

“I’ll stay to take care of it,” Lilac interrupts.

Ethan studies her expression. “Are you sure, love? It’s an awfully complicated case.”

“I’m sure,” she assures him with a nod. “Go enjoy lunch with them.”

Ethan gives her a look so laden with gratitude and affection, her heart skips a beat.

“Geez, you were right, Dad,” Jasmine says. “Mom really does run this place.”

“Or she just prefers dealing with grumpy patients over hearing your awful jokes, Jazzy,” Dolores comments, side bumping her sister affectionately.

“Mom is a pro at dealing with grumpy, though,” Jonah tells them sagely. “She’s dealt with Dad all these years.”

Ethan laughs at that. “You kids won’t cut your old man a break on father’s day?”

“Nope,” Violet returns cheerfully. “Roasting you is our way of telling you we love you.”

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Author’s Note: Happy Fathers Day to everyone who celebrates! Thank you so much for reading this!

For reference, Jonah is around 20, Dolores (aka “Lori”) 17 going on 18, and the twins are 14

A few notes:

Though I am super behind on replies to my previous fics, please know I am so thankful to everyone who interacted! Love you guys so much!

I haven’t been able to work on Ch 2 of the OPH3 re-write, but I hope to do so soon. I think I’ve decided to take it easy with that series and see where it takes me!

Same thing with the Pictagram series! Thank you to everyone for your patience!

If you tagged me in your content while I was away, I apologize for the delay. I have it all saved up, ready to enjoy this upcoming week!

Tagging in a reblog!

#ethan ramsey #open heart #ethan x mc #Playchoices

[kunoichihatake]

Request are open finally!!! can I request parenting hcs for each of the legendary sanin with a adoptive girl?

sure thing! 🥰

He would spoil her so badly

Anything his little princess wants, she gets

He’s pretty strict about training, though

From the day she can walk, his daughter is learning how to be a shinobi as strong as her father

Once she’s able to perform her first jutsus, he takes her to Mount Myoboku to meet the toads, and they adore her

(They don’t even make her eat bugs like her dad)

She learns sage mode pretty early on and perfects it by her mid to late teens, and her dad couldn’t be prouder (:

Jiraiya would try to hide his pervert side from her as long as possible, knowing that she’d find out about it one day

One day, she finds a book with his name on it and buys it to bring home to show her father

Of course she reads the first chapter and her excitement turns to shock and disgust

Jiraiya sits her down and has a talk about how men are gross, how she needs to watch out for them, how she’s not allowed to date until she’s 30, etc.

Though it does break his heart knowing his little girl doesn’t see him as such a great dad anymore

I can see his daughter growing close with Tsunade and bonding over how much of a goof and pervert Jiraiya can be

Jiraiya pretends to hate it, but secretly he loves that his daughter is bonding with the strongest kunoichi he knows

Like Jiraiya, she would start training her daughter as early as possible

She would start with taijutsu -- her daughter would have her mother’s monster strength by the time she started at the Academy

After that, I feel like Tsunade would let her child choose her own specialty

If she decided to take up medical ninjutsu, great! Tsunade would train her to be the finest medical ninja in Konoha, with the hopes that her daughter would surpass her some day

If her daughter decided to pursue another type of jutsu, Tsunade would seek out the top specialist to train her

(Even if she wasn’t Hokage, Tsunade would have no trouble getting someone to do her such a favor)

One specialty she will be sure her daughter knows, though, is how to deal with perverts

Tsunade has had years of experience with Jiraiya and can spot a perv from a mile away

Her daughter will know from a very young age how to deal with creeps

The teachers at the Academy have talked to Tsunade multiple times about how her daughter nearly knocked a boy in her class out again, but each time Tsunade would only beam and tell the teacher that the kid must have been pulling some pervy stunt and that he probably deserved it

Overall, Tsunade would be the proudest mama bear, and her daughter would be as strong (and strong-willed) as her mother

Though he doesn’t show it as outwardly as Jiraiya or Tsunade, he’s certainly in awe of his daughter

From the moment he adopts her, he’s entranced by her

The way she blinks at him as a baby? Absolutely adorable. Even when she fusses, he can’t help but be in awe of how perfect she is

“I couldn’t make an experiment this perfect if I tried”

Orochimaru would definitely be a laid-back type of father, in my opinion

His daughter would be able to pursue her own path without any pushback from him

However, he does keep a close eye on her at all times

Once, a boy at the Academy was picking on her, and he decided to make an appearance

His daughter was embarrassed, but no one ever picked on her again

He’d certainly be invested in the love triangle (real or perceived) between his daughter and her teammates

Would probably ask her about which one she liked better, much to her chagrin

“So, Ryota or Shigeru?”

“Dad, I’ve already told you I don’t like either of them like that.”

“I’m team Ryota, for the record.”

“DAD.”

No matter what type of jutsu she decided to specialize in, Orochimaru would help his daughter train

He would try to learn as much as he could about the jutsu she liked, and might even try to do some experiments to get better at the jutsus so he could teach her more

10/10 supportive dad (even if he creeps his daughter’s teammates out)

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#jiraiya x reader #tsunade x reader #orochimaru x reader #naruto x reader #naruto headcanons #my fics

[violetarks]

hiiii, maybe some angst for Sage?? Like he’s feeling rlly down and pushes his s/o away or something like that??

Selfish

Game: Fictif

Character: Sage Lesath

Summary: A recent run in with an old friend turned enemy makes Sage rethink everything about himself. That includes what he has with Y/N.

Sage was never one to let others decide how his life was. He made that choice himself.

So when he began to leave the bedroom earlier than I could wake up, or when he'd sleep in Felix's study more often, I grew suspicious of what had happened.

At times, we would head to bed together and I'd wrap my arms around him, to which he would get out of later. At the start, he was still cheery and flirty, and would hold me from behind as I fell asleep. And disappear in the morning.

This morning, I woke up to have empty arms. No one nuzzling into my chest and holding onto me tight. No warmth invading the covers. No Sage in my bedroom.

I hated this.

A sigh leaves me as I sit up in bed, noticing how Sage's boots and armour and weapon are gone from my room. Like he woke up early just to leave before I could watch. I continue to get ready for the day.

"Good morning." I spoke, walking into the dining room to see Felix, Anisa and Sage at the table.

"Hello, Barista." Felix calls, not looking up from his book as his eyes scan the pages being his glasses. He sips on his coffee.

"Good morning to you too." Anisa chimes, sending me a friendly smile as she gestures to the spot best her, "Here, I'll go and get the breakfast we made for you."

Before I could react, she's moving out of the room and into the kitchen, where I hear still sizzling of a stove. They must've been cooking while I was sleeping. I manoeuvred around the table and passed Sage, seeing his just focusing on his drink. It was weird; usually he'd be biting off Felix or Anisa's head about something, or even just play-flirting with them. But he was silent.

I don't bring up waking without him.

I place my hand on his shoulder and press a kiss to his cheek, knocking him out of his trance. "Morning, Sage." I speak, sitting down beside him after I scratch behind his ears, "Did you have something planned for today?"

This I assumed because it's the fourth day he's woken up and left without me.

"I'm visiting my sister today." He told me, making both Felix and I stare at him.

Felix is the first to speak, placing his coffee down on its little plate. "Is that so? That seems incredibly unusual." He states, brushing hair behind his ear as Sage turns his gaze to him, "Well, I have some business to attend in that section of town, and I will be prepared in only a moment. I shall accompany you."

Sage shakes his head, finishing his drink. "I'm leaving now, so don't bother." He sighs, walking out of the dining room, "Don't wait for me during dinner, I'll be out."

I go to say something when he just... leaves.

A sigh leaves my lips as Anisa comes back with breakfast on a tray. She places it in front of me and I thank her. "Did Sage take his leave already?" She questions, taking her seat again.

I take the spoon and fork and begin to eat as Felix replies, "Supposedly, he's off to visit his dear sister he neglected for so long." I notice the look he sends to me as I sip my drink. "I don't mean to pry too much, but have you noticed anything that might've changed him?"

I can tell they're as confused as I am.

"He was... fine up until he went into town to talk to one of his old friends." I inform them, looking to the chair he was just in, "I asked him about it when he came back, but he told me it was all fine."

Anisa leans her chin in her palm, closing her eyes. "I see, well, Sage's old friends aren't of the honourable bunch." She tells me as she stands up, pressing out the creases of her outfit, "I'll go investigate. I'm sorry, Y/N, we were supposed to go and finish off some chores."

I wave my hand and smile at her. "No, it's okay. This is much more important." I say to her, holding the warm drink in my palms, "I'll find something else to do."

Felix closes his book and pulls off his glasses. "You're welcome to accompany me, if you'd like." He informs me, tilting his head to the side, "I'll be ready in a few minutes. I'll allow you to finish your meal and meet me at the front of the residence."

I nod my head.

Perhaps I'll bump into Sage and say 'hi' to Tulsi.

Later . . .

"Are you alright, Felix?" I chuckle, seeing him breathless by the walking we've been doing.

He's leaning against the wall, hand bracing his chest as his hair is presented all frazzled. "Please... I ask you hold your comments until after, Y/N." He tells me, glaring a little at my unfazed stance. He couldn't make portals in such a crowded area in the town.

I carried two bags of ingredients and materials that Felix needed. While he held up stacks of thick books he bought from a nearby store. I was doing fine, but Felix was about to crumble to the floor.

"I thought you were used to running errands." I say, falling into slow pace with Felix in the town's shopping district.

Felix grumbles back, fixing the stack of books, "I usually have Anisa or even Sage to assist me. And they don't have the need to explore every inch of the city." I smile at his grimace.

We were only out for about two hours, and I've been keeping my eye out for a certain catboy.

We've visited about five shops and we would have three more until we'll be on our way home. Via portal, of course. Felix is about to die.

We turn the corner, Felix putting on his glasses to read the shop signs. He hums, "Uh, well, our next stop will be down the street, by the bundle of drunkens." He walks in front of me as I look away. "Shall we get going?"

But I'm too busy walking towards the pier.

Felix calls my name to halt me, but followers nevertheless. My eyes are focused on his silky white hair.

"Sage!" I call, handing the bags to Felix before jogging towards him. Sage was sitting on the pier, legs swinging beneath him. He stops, ears flapping and tail raising as I get closer. I ruffle his hair and kiss his cheek softly. "Hey, I was hoping we'd bump into you. Felix and I are just grabbing a few things before we head home."

I sit beside him, watching as the waves crash beneath us. He glances at me for a moment before returning his gaze to the sea. I frown at the fact he scoots away from me.

"Where's Tulsi?" I ask, looking around and trying to spot her, "I wanted to say 'hi', it's been a while since I've last seen her."

Sage keeps quiet. Unusual. And I can tell that Felix knows this by the distance he's keeping.

"Is everything alright, Sage?" I ask, facing the palms on my lap. The question makes Sage's ears flatten and his tail drop to the floor. I play with the fabric of my shirt. "It was pretty obvious you didn't come out here to see Tulsi. She told me that she was going out of town for a business request. She said she warned you about it too."

When I look to Sage, he's facing away from me. I can't tell what expression he has on.

"If you knew, why did you let me go?" He questions me.

I respond, "Because I thought if I gave you some more time, you'd open up to me."

He goes quiet again. His tail wags against the wood. The waves are the only sounds filling the air, other than the chatter of the far away crowd.

"Do you want to talk about what happened with your friend the other day?" I inquire.

"No." He says, voice now forced out.

I stare at him for a moment. "Okay. Well then, is there something we can do to cheer you up?" I inquire, doing my best to not feel intimidated by his harsh glare at the water, "We could head home and I'll comb your hair. We can just lie down. Anything will be fine—"

That's when he grumbles out to me, "I need you to stay the Hell away from me."

I widen my eyes, stopping my movements. "What?" I mumble out.

Sage runs fingers up and down his neck, covering his face from my gaze. "I just... I don't think this is right." He speaks out, voice low and gravelly, "I can't have you at my side like this."

My heart drops as I stare at him. Sage is unmoving, making sure not to look at me. "Did I do something wrong?" I ask, turning my head to face the ocean.

"Crap, I don't mean that you're wrong, Y/N." He groans, leaning back against the wood with his hands behind him. He looks up, so I see his side profile. "Don't you think we're...? Y'know?"

I shake my head. "No. I don't." I say confidently.

He finally glances to me, eyes shining the the sunlight. But the smirk he wears isn't playful, more like he was annoyed or couldn't take it anymore. He hums, "I'm sure you do. Y/N, you're smart. I'm pretty sure this wouldn't fly under your radar."

I can't tell whether I should be offended or confused. But I'm both, right now.

"Sage, you haven't talked to me seriously in ages." I remind him, lifting my shoulders to appear intimidating. He faces me with a raised brow. "This is the first time. So stop trying to be so cryptic and tell me what's wrong, straight-forward. We've let this go long enough."

I notice how his ears flattened down even more. He covers his eyes with his hand, but I see the faint smile on his lips. He mumbles out, "I can't just talk to you like that—"

"Why not? What's so bad about that?" I ask.

"Babe, I don't know what to tell you." He grunts, eyes shutting closed with such frustration, "I don't... You can't be dragged into this mess. Why can't you just let this go?"

I furrow my brows and question, "Do you want me to let you go?"

He goes quiet once again.

My hand lands on the one on his lap. I squeeze his palm and lay my head on his shoulder. He tenses before relaxing for a moment.

I give a small grin. "Tell me what you want to do. Tell me why all of this is coming up." I say quietly, making sure only the two of us heard, "I want to be there for you, Sage. I can only do that if you tell me what happened."

"I need to go." He tells me, shuffling to get away.

"Sage, you can't keep running away from me." I said, standing up and looking to him, "This is ridiculous! Are you seriously just going to ignore me again?"

And he stands up and walks away from me.

"Sage!" I shout, stepping towards him and stopping his movements by grabbing his hand. I tug him back into my arms, wrapping them around his torso. "Stop, please... Just tell me what's wrong. I can help you."

His hands land on my arms, pushing them away with such delicate touch. He huffs out, shoulders shaking against me, "Let go of me, Y/N. I can't do this anymore."

I only hold onto him tighter and shout, "What did I do?"

He turns around, now forcefully pushing my arms away from him. I step back, drawing my hands to myself as he glares at me. Tears are prickling his eyes and he stands with a defensive aura. His tail is upright and unmoving. His ears flicker.

"You're not the problem! How could you be so blind?" He yells back at me, fists at his side, "I—I don't know how else to say this! Y/N, the longer you're with me, the worse it's gonna' get!"

I face him fully, gripping at my jacket. "Well then I'll make it better!" I claim, moving towards him, "Just... talk to me, Sage. You don't have to do this."

His expression softens at my voice. I take the chance to rest a hand on his arm. But he moves away from me.

"I don't want to hurt you."

His voice cracks at the end. His gaze hits the floor and his fingers relax.

"You won't."

Sage looks up to me. And shakes his head.

"You don't know that."

I clench my jaw.

"I'll prove it."

He turns around and stuffs his hands into his pockets.

"I don't need you too."

He passes Felix, who furrows his brows and grabs Sage's arm. The taller man rips out of his grasp and glares at Felix. It's enough to make the necromancer back off. Sage disappears into the crowd.

As I walk towards Felix, he asks, "What happened?"

I lift my hands from my own pockets, grabbing the bags from him.

"Let's go home."

Anisa was passed out in her bedroom when we got home. I wanted to ask about her trip to figure out what happened with Sage, but I don't want to wake her up. I'll just wait until tomorrow.

I put away all the ingredients that we bought today, helping Felix put them away. He sat at his desk and studied his new texts. I placed the last bottle on the shelf and sat down, rubbing my temple slowly.

"Sage is affecting you, in the worst way, I'm afraid." Felix speaks, not glancing up from his book, "Would it be beneficial for you to converse about it?"

I smile at how awkward he sounds.

"Do you think Sage and I should really break up?"

Felix chokes on the coffee he's drinking.

He wipes his mouth and looks at me like I was crazy. And then stands up hastily as he sets down his cup, as if to lecture me.

"What in the Heavens are you talking about?" He asks me, furrowing his brows, "Sage, if anything, appreciates and adores you like the moon to the sun. The opposites you two share are... undeniably perfect for each other! You both compliment the other so well, it's intriguing, really."

He looks down at the desk he's sitting at. A sorrowful stare, like he knows deeply what he's talking about.

"I've never witnessed Sage act in such a way as he does when in your presence." He sighs out, clenching his fists on top of the wood, "It would be... truly idiotic of you to believe that Sage wouldn't indulge in this relationship."

A silence wavers over us before he closes his eyes.

"He loves you. I know that piece of your relationship, as a fact." He tells me, "So do not think for a moment that anyone would allow it to slip away so effortlessly. Nobody... shall be as foolish."

I blink at him.

Felix fixes his composure. He closes his eyes and puts his glasses back on properly. He pulls his vest and runs fingers through his loose hair. "Pardon me for the outburst, if you will." He clears his throat, "Do you have anything else you would like to speak about?"

I smile at him, standing up and brushing off my clothes.

"I'm good. I think I heard all I needed to." I speak out loud, looking to the floor with shaded eyes, "You've helped me, Felix. And all I've asked was one question."

He nods at me as I exit the room.

Moments later, I'm standing in front of my bedroom. I'm sure that Sage is in there. I see his shadow walking about in the room. I just don't know if I could be as well.

I end up hanging around the tea room, laying on the couch with the book Anisa gave me.

It wasn't long until I had fallen asleep.

The Next Day . . .

I wake up with a heavy layer over my body.

It was obvious what it was.

I lift Sage's jacket as I sit up, bringing my knees to my chest as I lean against the armrest. It smelt just like him, like fresh booze. Of course. It was heavy leather that sprawled over my whole entire body. My arms wrapped around the material and hugged it to my chest.

I don't know how he's found me here. It's on the one of the most unused floors, as Anisa and Felix use the first, second, third and fourth the most often. This was the seventh floor. He must've been searching for me when I didn't come to bed.

The door swings open and I look over to see Anisa. She looks relieved.

"Ah, there you are, Y/N." She spoke, closing the door behind her and making her way over to me, "I was looking for you all morning. I went to your bedroom, but you weren't there. I was beginning to worry."

She sat herself in front of me, brushing out the creases in her skirt. But her eyes fall onto the 'blanket' over me. She hums, smile on her lips, "I see Sage has already paid a visit. Did you two talk? Felix tells me that there was some tension between the two of you last night."

I blink at her before placing the coat on my lap. "He must've visited sometime at night. I slept in here." I admit to her, to which Anisa raises her brows, "But... yeah, I haven't talked to him since when we met at the pier yesterday."

Anisa frowns at that. She sighs, placing one leg over the other, "I wanted to tell you about the friend of Sage's I visited yesterday." I widen my eyes at her. "It seems that the two left on a rather... not-so-friendly note. They had an argument, as it would, in a bar in his friend's hometown."

I wouldn't be surprised.

I swing my legs over the side of the couch, Sage's overcoat now laying over my thighs. Anisa goes on, "Word about the two of you has spread fast, I'll mention."

"Word about us?" I hum.

Anisa tilts her head at me with a sly smile. "You didn't know? Sage is pretty popular with the townspeople, so when he stopped hitting on everything that could breathe, everyone was suspicious." She giggled out, covering her mouth with her hand, "Let's just say that time you and Sage made out in the alleyway by the bar didn't go unnoticed."

I feel my face burn before Anisa moves on.

"The friend spoke some selfish words to Sage." She informed me, shaking her head, "Saying that Sage was only going to get you hurt, like he had with all his friends. It was a petty argument, but Sage must've taken it to heart. I won't admit all they said, but it wasn't good for Sage, especially considering how much he cares for you."

I run my fingers up my neck. "I get it." I tell her, closing my eyes for a moment, "Sage really doesn't like hurting me. Whether he does it himself or is the reason behind it."

I thank Anisa for her help and she leaves me to get ready on the day. I walk towards the door and step into the corridor. It's absolutely freezing. Shivering, I pull on Sage's jacket and continue my way to my bedroom.

Despite how much I had slept, it was still the morning. If I had to make a guess, at least 10 AM. The halls were quiet, only the faint footsteps of the workers at this palace echoing off the walls. I passed a few and bid them a good morning, getting a quick one in return as they went off.

My bedroom door swings open with nothing but a slight creak. I peak inside and notice the curtains all drawn down, making the room a shade darker. No candles are lit and the sun just barely escapes through the crack of the silky material.

Stepping inside, I see Sage on the bed. His back is facing me and I notice how he's hugging my pillow into his chest tightly. I don't know of he's still asleep, but his shoulders are rising and falling. His boots are by the side of the bed, along with his armour. Usually, he'd be up and out by 8:00 since we trained from 8:30 to 11:00.

Placing his large jacket on the desk chair, I look around to see everything... pretty tidy. The last time I was in here, I had left a couple of books strewn out around the coffee table, since we left in a hurry to the town. And I knocked my heel on the lovechair by the large window and curtains, pushing it back. Sage must've cleaned around and put everything back to its place.

I slip off my shoes and move the sheets, trying not to stir him awake. I've noticed that he's quite the light sleeper.

Making myself comfortable, I sit up in bed and peer over his shoulder. Sage is digging his nose into my pillow, eyes closed shut as he silently snores. The sheets fall just over the part under his hip, meaning he's been tossing and turning in his sleep. I can't stop my hand reaching out and brushing the stray hairs from his face.

Then, I slip in behind Sage, my heart aching as I slip my arms around his waist and nuzzle into his shoulder. He doesn't shift in his slumber, allowing me to leave a litter of kisses along his neck and exposed shoulder. He never did wear anything under his trenchcoat. The scars painting his skin are presented by kisses from my lips.

After a moment, I close my eyes and hold him tighter.

"I'm here for you, Sage." I whisper out to him, breath waving over his neck, "Always and forever. I'll never leave your side."

He starts to shiver.

I pull away slightly upon the sudden movement, leaning up on one elbow to see that Sage is pushing his face into my pillow. His shoulders are shaking and I watch as his hair falls over his cheeks.

"Sage..." I sigh out, sitting up properly and moving the strands of hair from his face. I place a hand over him and press kisses to his forehead. "Hey, it's okay, Sage. It's fine."

I pull him up, the pillow leaving his face so I can see his teary eyes. His cheeks are reddened and he won't look at me. I smile softly, brushing fingers through his hair and bringing him closer. He leans into my touch, nuzzling his face into my neck, arms around my torso. He holds onto me like a lifeline.

I rub his back as he moves closer, resulting in my laying on my back and Sage on top of me. I dig my nose into his hair and hold my breath. I exhale, "I missed you, Sage."

"I'm sorry..." He mumbles onto me.

I weave my fingers through his hair and kiss his forehead again. "It's fine now, Sage."

"I just don't want to hurt you, Y/N, and that... that's probably going to happen anyway." Sage cries into me, tears staining my shirt. I can feel my eyes stinging at the sound of his sobbing. "Everyone I start caring about gets hurt because of me and I can't stop it. I... I don't want to lose you because of my stupid past."

I widen my eyes at his words before sighing out, hugging him closer to my chest. Sage holds on tighter, crying into me. I allow him to do so, whispering words of affection and never letting him slip away from me.

"Nothing will ever take me away from you, Sage. I swear." My voice speaks only a fraction louder than the silence in the room. But Sage nods to me. "No one would ever blame you for this, even I wouldn't. Your past will not be the reason why I will never see a smile on your face."

He gulps, lifting himself up to look at me, "I just want you to be safe."

"We can protect me, even Anisa and Felix." I say, staring up at the man in from of me, "You don't have to worry so hard about it, Sage. Plus, you're teaching me the ways of Astrae so I can understand this place. You're helping me."

He goes quiet and for a moment I believe I've gotten through to him. But then he wipes his eyes and says, "This is selfish. I... I don't deserve to be loved by you and yet I just—just take it all in like it's nothing. I did nothing to get you. You're giving everything to me and I... I—"

"You love me too, don't you?" I ask.

He moves his hand away and stares at me.

"Do you?"

He nods his head, leaning a bit forward as I place my hand on his cheek.

I grin softly, leaning my forehead against his. "Then that's enough for me."

He blushes red, wiping his eyes one last time. He holds onto my palm, pressing a kiss to it.

Sage hums, looking to the sheets around us, "Won't you get mad at me?"

I sit up and wrap my arms around his chest. "I could never be mad at you, Sage." I say, forehead against his, "You're too cute."

He smiles, chuckling back to me, "Don't you mean 'sexy', Babe?"

"No."

"Aw."

"Okay, yes."

We giggle for a while until I lean forward and press my lips against his. Sage takes a moment to relax, soothing out his nerves. He holds my cheek, tilting my lips further into his. It's not the 'make out' kind of kiss he'd give when in bed like this. But a gentle, 'thank you for taking the time' kiss.

We share a few, long and short, until Sage lays down beside me. I feel him nuzzle into my chest, arms pulling me closer to him. I scratch behind his ears and listen to his purr.

"I missed you." I whisper out, feeling him smile against me.

"I missed you too, Babe."

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[soulscaped]

                                                    𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒆      𝒅𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕     ,     @luneextra​     .

(    victoria  pedretti,  cis  woman,  she/her    )      i  saw  sage  davenport  walking  down  the  streets  of  lune  de  sang  the  other  day  ,  doing  whatever  A  LOUNGE  SINGER  (  MORDRE  )  does  .  don’t  be  fooled  by  their  appearance  ,  even  though  the  25  (  94  )  year  old  seems  quite  GLAMOROUS  ,  they’re  actually  really  VOLATILE  .  whenever  i  see  them  i  just  think  of  long  sparkling  gowns  ,  perfectly  placed  curls  ,  and  the  blinding  of  spotlights  .

001.

current  legal  name  :  sage  marie  davenport  .

age  :  eternally  twenty  five  ,  actually  ninety  four  .

gender  :  cis  woman  .

pronouns  :  she  /  her  .

orientation  :  homosexual  .

occupation  :  lounge  singer  for  mordre  .

virtues  :  glamorous  ,  empathetic  .

vices  :  volatile  ,  materialistic  .

likes  :  singing  ,  spending  exorbitant  amounts  of  money  on  shiny  objects  ,  lack  of  responsibility  ,  fresh  blood  off  the  tap  .

dislikes  :  silence  ,  being  alone  ,  making  messes  /  getting  dirty  ,  humans  .

spoken  languages  :  fluent  in  english  and  french  ,  can  read  a  bit  of  spanish  .

alignment  :  chaotic  neutral  .

002.

faceclaim  :  victoria  pedretti  .

eye  color  :  blue  .

hair  color  :  natural  brunette  ,  occasionally  dyes  her  hair  or  uses  wigs  for  mordre  .

dominant  hand  :  right  .

height  :  5′3″

build  :  slim  .

003.

father  :  doesn’t  remember  his  name  anymore  ,  deceased  .

mother  :  doesn’t  remember  her  name  anymore  ,  deceased  .

siblings  :  brother  (  deceased  )  and  sister  (  vampire  ,  location  unknown  )  .

relationship  status  :  single  .

children  :  none  ,  would  have  had  them  if  not  for  being  a  vampire  .

previous  relations  :  tba  ,  potential  plot  wanted  .

004.

sage  doesn’t  remember  anything  about  her  human  life  .  bits  and  pieces  here  and  there  of  things  that  meant  something  to  her  ,  maybe  ,  but  she’s  purposely  done  her  best  to  block  out  the  past  .  her  parents  were  absent  and  judgmental  ,  that  she  remembers  ,  and  refuses  to  carry  their  memory  into  her  new  life  .  her  brother  died  in  his  old  age  and  sage  would  visit  him  ,  pretending  to  be  a  distant  relative  who  looked  like  his  sister  .  part  of  her  wanted  to  offer  to  turn  him  but  she  couldn’t  imagine  him  wanting  to  be  old  forever  .  so  she  let  him  and  her  parents  go  ,  only  holding  onto  her  sister  for  dear  life  as  much  as  possible  throughout  the  years  ,  still  ending  up  in  present  time  alone  .

the  night  she  turned  was  a  changing  point  .  she  doesn’t  use  her  human  name  anymore  ,  wanting  to  embrace  her  new  life  and  all  the  perks  that  come  with  it  ,  including  to  be  anyone  she  wants  .  there  was  a  snowstorm  and  she’d  found  herself  stranded  ,  accepting  she’d  either  freeze  to  death  or  starve  .  instead  ,  she  was  given  an  opportunity  by  a  kind  stranger  -  a  shot  at  immortal  life  .  at  first  ,  she  didn’t  want  it  ...  the  thought  of  being  alive  forever  made  her  uneasy  .  that  was  until  she  realized  how  much  she’d  be  able  to  learn  ,  how  she’d  be  able  to  watch  the  world  change  in  her  time  still  in  it  and  perhaps  she’d  earn  a  new  freedom  or  two  .  so  sage  said  yes  ,  did  exactly  what  the  stranger  told  her  to  do  and  that  was  it  .

she  likes  being  able  to  hold  onto  fashion  memories  and  sentimental  clothing  within  lune  de  sang  ,  a  town  she  decided  to  settle  down  in  about  ten  years  ago  .  sage  learned  about  it  from  other  vampires  she’d  met  but  with  wanting  to  travel  the  world  and  experience  opportunities  humans  never  could  ,  it  took  her  a  while  to  finally  decide  to  relax  .  when  sage  felt  like  she’d  seen  everything  she  could  for  the  next  few  centuries  ,  she  packed  up  everything  she  had  and  moved  to  lune  de  sang  .  feeling  like  she  belonged  again  was  all  the  motivation  it  took  and  sage  adored  the  town  .

in  her  human  years  she’d  been  on  the  radar  as  an  up  and  coming  singer  ,  which  is  what  attracted  her  to  the  lounge  singer  position  at  mordre  .  she’s  always  loved  singing  but  caught  a  lot  of  judgement  for  it  as  a  human  ,  constantly  being  pressured  to  marry  and  have  children  .  sage  refused  to  do  any  of  those  things  ,  especially  because  she  didn’t  feel  the  same  way  toward  men  as  other  women  did  .  with  her  position  at  mordre  ,  she  likes  to  be  very  glamorous  -  always  in  long  sparkly  gowns  with  her  hair  curled  and  maybe  a  wig  or  contacts  if  it’s  a  special  occasion  .  

as  far  as  the  town  rules  go  ,  sage  loves  them  .  she  doesn’t  like  to  kill  or  get  her  hands  dirty  (  only  because  she  hates  doing  all  the  hard  work  and  ruining  her  outfit  )  ,  which  makes  her  appreciative  that  the  town  is  focused  on  keeping  peace  .  she  doesn’t  have  anywhere  else  she  wants  to  go  so  she’s  happy  to  have  settled  down  in  lune  de  sang  and  have  a  job  she  thoroughly  enjoys  .

personality  wise  ,  she’s  a  little  bonkers  .  she’s  been  through  a  lot  and  has  a  hard  time  trusting  people  around  her  .  sage  likes  to  have  fun  and  always  does  anything  with  an  emphasis  that  she  has  so  much  freedom  that  would  never  have  existed  if  she  stayed  a  human  .  she’s  very  emotional  and  can  snap  if  you  even  attempt  to  raise  your  voice  ...  but  snapping  really  just  means  she’ll  raise  her  voice  back  with  some  tears  .  she’s  pretty  friendly  to  everyone  she  meets  and  can  talk  for  hours  on  end  ,  so  make  sure  you’ve  got  a  free  day  if  she  stops  you  on  the  sidewalk  for  a  chat  .  absolutely  adores  attention  and  the  spotlight  ,  but  only  really  when  it’s  in  mordre  ,  as  she’s  a  bit  reclusive  outside  of  work  .  probably  has  a  betta  fish  because  it’s  a  pet  she  has  zero  desire  to  munch  on  and  doesn’t  like  “holier  than  thou”  vampires  .

i’ll  be  sending  in  a  sister  connection  for  her  at  some  point  but  wanted  plots  include  the  stranger  who  turned  her  ,  friends  / enemies  pre  luna  de  sang  ,  friends  /  enemies  post  moving  to  luna  de  sang  ,  frequent  customers  of  mordre  that  like  her  singing  ,  past  relationships  ,  etc  !

#lune.intro

[trellanyx]

Dark!Stolas AU

I started to send a prompt to @vizowrites​ after reading the latest installment of her Dark!Stolas AU, then realized I wanted to write it instead. lol This is meant to be a direct sequel to Where You Belong. Thanks for letting me play in the sandbox for a bit bb!

Fic Warnings: This is an AU where Blitzo does not want to have sex with Stolas, and only does so in order to have continued access to the grimoire. Stolas has no qualms about using this leverage to keep Blitzo in line, or ignoring Blitzo’s boundaries. Nothing sexual happens in this fic, but if you don’t like reading fics based off this premise, this isn’t for you. Like the title says, Stolas is not a good person here.

“And you,” Stolas said, his gaze flashing back to Striker with a near break-neck speed, flashing in a surge of barely contained power that still seemed to simmer just beneath the surface. “While I admire that terribly forceful nature of yours, I highly suggest that you remember just to whom you are speaking. And just to whom you owe your continued opportunities that keep your schedules oh so busy. Which reminds me, darling Blitzy….bring the book with you to our next meeting.”

“Blitzy! There you are, darling.”

Regrettably, Blitzo thought. He placed the book on its usual place on the nightstand and shucked off his coat. Stolas loved it when his favorite toy showed such ‘enthusiasm’, not noticing, or perhaps not caring, that Blitzo’s only motivation was to get the night over with as quickly as possible.

He didn’t know which option was worse.

“Look, can we skip the roleplay tonight? My back has been bitching at me all day.”

Stolas giggled. “Ah yes. Isn’t that post-coital ache just delightful? I know my best mornings always happen when I can’t walk straight.”

Blitzo rolled his eyes. In the beginning, he’d respond to comments like that with something along the lines of, “I hear a good ass whooping produces the same result”, but Stolas always interpreted those retorts as encouragement, and Blitzo eventually stopped bothering. He nodded to where Stolas was decadently sprawled along a twilight-violet chaise. “That the spot you’ve decided on?”

“As thrilling as it is to be the center of such undivided attention,” purred Stolas, “I’d actually prefer we take things slower tonight. It feels like ages since we’ve had the chance to simply…talk.” Stolas’s eyes gleamed scarlet, all four of them pinned directly on Blitzo. “Given both of our busy schedules, after all.”

Blitzo stiffened, feeling his stomach shrivel with a sudden chill of terror.

“Stolas--”

“Sit, please,” said the prince, waving a hand at a matching armchair Blitzo knew hadn’t been there a moment ago. “I’m as eager to receive your glorious cock as you are to give it to me, but another need must be satisfied first.”

The words tumbled out of Blitzo so quickly they nearly slurred together. “If this is about what happened at the office, I swear--”

“I said sit.”

Blitzo’s jaw snapped shut with an audible click. He power-walked to the chair, unwilling to risk finding out what Stolas might do if he thought Blitzo was taking too long. But Stolas only giggled again, as if seeing Blitzo so flustered was cute.

“Though since you bring it up, I would like to discuss what happened when I last tried to visit you. I fear there may be some…misunderstanding among your employees about just what our relationship is like, Blitzy.”

“We don’t have a relationship, Stolas,” snapped Blitzo. “We have an arrangement. I fuck you, you don’t fuck over my business. Cut and fucking dry.”

Stolas clucked his tongue. “Blitzy, we are lovers. You could at least try to put in a little romantic effort outside the bedroom.”

Blitzo bared his teeth. “I’m plenty romantic,” he said, in a moment of reckless defiance. “Just not with you.”

Stolas blinked, and Blitzo nearly bit through his own tongue. He did not, however, take back the words. He was engaged now, for fuck’s sake. And the memory of his fiancé almost spitting in the eyes of demon royalty was enough to give Blitzo just enough courage to wipe out his remaining fucks.

You wanna talk, bitch? Fine. Let’s talk.

Stolas tapped a claw against his thigh. “Are you now?” he asked, terribly soft. Blitzo opened his mouth to snarl back, but it hung open when Stolas suddenly beamed and said, “Why Blitzy, that’s wonderful!”

“….It is?”

“Of course!” trilled Stolas. “I’m so happy to hear there are other paramours in your life! Not surprised, of course, my dear little imp. Who could possibly resist such a beautiful and wickedly talented creature like yourself?” He laughed gaily. “I wondered why that fiery little fellow seemed so testy last we met. Jealousy, hm?” Stolas gave a sage little hoot. “I understand, Blitzy. Love makes fools of us all.”

Blitzo couldn’t help but laugh incredulously. “Striker, jealous of you? Listen bitch--”

“Blitzy, darling, it’s alright,” Stolas soothed. “I understand.”

Blitzo raised an unimpressed eyebrow. “Do ya now?

“It’s not the first time I’ve been threatened over our little courtship,” said Stolas, still smiling. “At least he didn’t throw something at me! Poor Seymour,” he sighed. “Two centuries of care, gone in a blink and a crash. Fortunately my reflexes are better than my wife’s aim!”

“…Am I on drugs?” Blitzo wondered. “Is Verosika about to pop out with a horse head or somethin’? ‘Cause I’m not gonna lie, that’d actually be a pretty sweet upgrade for her.”

“Silly imp,” giggled Stolas. “Well! Now that that little bit of unpleasantness has been cleared up, I say we move on to more enjoyable activities. How about some refreshments before we start?”

Blitzo withheld a groan. Feeding each other was one of Stolas’s favorite forms of foreplay. He’d constantly nip at or suck on Blitzo’s fingers, to say nothing of how often he’d pretend to feed Blitzo a strawberry or something before replacing it with his mouth at the last second. But if it got Stolas to stop asking questions about his and Striker’s relationship, Blitzo was up for anything.

“Just no strawberries, okay? Last time they made me break out in hives.”

“Alas, tonight I’m simply thirsty.” Stolas pulled a silver bell from his robe and gave it a dainty ring. Then he winked at Blitzo and added, “Of course, that’s always my mood when you’re on my mind.”

A servant imp appeared almost instantaneously, carrying a tray with two shimmering glasses of wine.

“I really do feel much better now,” said Stolas, taking his glass.

“Good for you,” deadpanned Blitzo as the servant turned his way. “Now can we get on with--”

CRASH!

“FUCK!” Blitzo scrambled backward, tripping over the arm of the chair and falling onto the floor. His claws scratched the tile as he scooted backwards on his ass, away from the servant who was now a solid block of stone. Blitzo’s wineglass was shattered on the ground. Why…why did it look like the exact shade of blood?

Stolas took a long, indulgent sip of his own wine. “Wiggles, this is Blitzy. Blitzy, Wiggles.”

“Stolas, what the fuck?!”

“Wiggles hasn’t been with me as long as Seymour was,” Stolas continued, not needing to raise his voice to talk over Blitzo’s panicked yelling. “I daresay Wiggles isn’t even his name, but that’s neither here nor there.”

The prince unfolded his unnaturally long legs and walked around the statue of Wiggles. “He’s a good servant, as far as imps go. Obedient, polite, deferential…he knows his place in the world and is content with it. Like Seymour was.” Stolas placed a hand on the top of Wiggles’s stone head. “And like Seymour…”

Blitzo realized what was coming a split second too late. “DON’T--!”

Stolas lightly pushed, and Wiggles fell forward. There was a sick crack when the statue hit the ground, and Blitzo watched in horror as Wiggles’s now detached head lay face-first in the puddle of wine. Stolas waved his hand, and the rest of the body crumbled into dust and rubble.

“Gone in a blink and a crash,” finished Stolas.

There was no flirting or good-natured silliness to Stolas now. He stared down at Blitzo with cold disappointment. Blitzo barely dared to breathe, let alone move.

“Let’s not forget what our actual roles are, my precious little imp,” murmured Stolas. “You are exceedingly good at what you can do with your body, and because of that, I allow your little family venture to succeed. Every time you rendezvous with the world above, you pay your way with my magic. Your daughter sleeps under a roof built from my generosity. Your lover fucks you in a bed gifted by my mercy. I could rip everything away from you, Blitzo. Everything you’ve ever touched. I wouldn’t even have to leave this room.”

Stolas knelt down, ignoring the way Blitzo flinched back. “But I don’t do that, darling. Because I love you. You’ve brought excitement and joy back into my world the likes of which I haven’t felt since my daughter was born. Of all my collections and all of my toys, you are my favorite.”

A crimson glow slowly bled into existence until it outlined Stolas’s entire body. Blitzo couldn’t look away from him, and wasn’t entirely sure that Stolas wasn’t making that possible. The air seemed to constrict around him, making his temples pound and his nose bleed.

“What you do with your time is your own business, Blitzo. But when I call on you, full moon or not, I expect you to answer,” whispered Stolas. The use of Blitzo’s full name stung him like a brand. “When I ask for privacy, I expect to not be interrupted. Above all, I expect you to make sure your associates know their place around us – and mind it. Do you understand?”

Blitzo jerked his head in as much of a nod as he could manage.

“They may hiss and spit all they like, but they will stay out of our way. Else I will remove them myself, and I will make you watch. Do you understand?”

Another nod.

“Say it, Blitzy.”

“…I understand,” said Blitzo through gritted teeth. The moment he did, the air returned to normal, leaving Blitzo gasping for air like a drowning man. Stolas finished his wine, and looked out the balcony window behind Blitzo.

“Ah! And there’s the moon. What a beautiful sight – not as lovely as you, of course.” Stolas cupped Blitzo’s cheek, looking at him with a familiar expression of lust. “Come darling,” he purred. “The night is still young, after all.”

#helluva boss #blitzo #stolas #helluva boss stolas #helluva boss blitzo #vizowrites #felt like stretching my evil writing muscles lol #thanks for letting me borrow him vizo! #does blitzo try to lay low or does he immediately go home that night like BABE GET YER RIFLE WE'RE GOING OWL HUNTING #it's up to you XD

[zutarasecrettunnel]

For Zutara Week 2021 Day 6: Spirits

Your Face, I See

Synopsis: The war is over for everyone but Katara, who keeps seeing the scarred face of the boy who sacrificed himself for her and for the world, everywhere she looks. When she finds out why she is experiencing these so-called hallucinations, she may be led right into a trap centuries in the making.

Read Chapter 1 here or on AO3:

After the war, scars were everywhere.

The earth lay scorched, trees stood singed, soldiers returned mangled to their homelands. The blemishes of war seemed to stain every surface, no mark more personal than the other, all a collective memory of survival for a world too long drenched in strife. None except for the mark that constantly haunted the waterbender. That mark was familiar. Each surface seemed to contain the same ragged skin, the same aged trauma, the same golden eyes.

It had been three months since she had escaped war into peacetime physically unscathed but obliterated nonetheless. Three months of seeing the scar that marked him, the banished prince of the Fire Nation, in nearly every object and landscape that entered her vision. It started in the Fire Nation palace only a week after the cacophony of flame and lightning that had ended the 100 Years War for good. Flickering flames cast the shadow of ruined layers of flesh, folded in on themselves like the staggering billows of crimson curtains they would appear behind. For months she stifled gasps as cat-like eyes seemed to watch her from around the imposing columns of the nation's grandest hall. Flashes, like the one that had taken him during the blaze of Sozin' comet, nothing but small jolts appearing out of nowhere like the snapping of a campfire during a ghost story.

The first time she saw him she almost believed he was real. His face had appeared in the blackness of the doorway of her borrowed chambers one night as she sat rocking at the edge of her bed, having only just awoken from another nightmare. In the soft candleglow, she had almost believed he had miraculously returned. This face was the one she remembered - taciturn, loyal, fragmented, handsome. It was not the ashen face of suffering he had held before finally succumbing to his family's dynasty of cruelty while his sister shrieked in her chains. This face, the one she had so long ago described as the face of the enemy, was the one she had begged the spirits to let her see ever since the Fire Sages had whisked his lifeless form away from her in the smoky aftermath of the Agni Kai.

But that's all it was. His face, unaccompanied by a body, and fading almost as soon as she had been able to adjust her eyes to the sight - a one-time hallucination brought on by sleeplessness. Just another aspect to the nightmare she was experiencing while awake and asleep, a side effect of watching a boy who had quickly become one of her closest friends die in her arms. As the plain blackness returned, so did Katara's heartbeat, sputtering back to work as if it had forgotten its role in her body and only just now remembered it had to keep her alive. She blinked again and again, feeling wetness on her cheeks. She would not sleep for the rest of the night.

It wasn't until the next time she saw him that she started to become concerned. His face appeared again ten days later, this time emanating from the bark of the willow tree near the royal turtleduck pond, illuminated plainly by the midday rays of the Fire Nation sun.This time it could not be blamed on candlelight and tired eyes. The waterbender gasped, dropping the rice ball she held. It rolled ungracefully into the pond, immediately being devoured by a small family of turtleducks.Her companions stopped their own consumption at the sound of her sharp intake. Sokka stared at his sister with concern. Suki followed her stare to the willow tree, looking back at the younger girl puzzled. Toph was the only one who continued nibbling absentmindedly on her own rice ball as if she hadn't noticed Katara's outburst at all.

"What is it?" Aang's voice broke through Katara's shock. She blinked, and already the second hallucination of the prince was gone.

"N-nothing," she stuttered, trying to recover, "it's nothing. I thought I saw a cave hopper and I-I-I thought they only lived in the caves!" She felt a reassuring touch on her elbow, looking to see Sokka offering a half-smile. He had noticed the deep circles forming under her eyes, the way any upturn of her mouth never reached them. Unsure of what else to do, he offered his presence as some semblance of reassurance to his sister, trying to impart that he was there for her no matter what.

"Oh," was the only response from the Avatar, hesitation clear in the single syllable. He hated seeing Katara like this, jumpy and anxious. None of them had been the same since Zuko had entered the spirit world, despite how they had all tried to move on. They had gotten everything they had worked for, an end to the century-long suffering of the four nations, but the cost seemed as if it was too great to bear. He worried he would never see the carefree Katara he had spent so much time trying to cultivate in the overburdened young girl again. The world was finally better, finally the way she deserved it to be, and yet he still couldn't make her happy.

The already somber mood of the group's lunch only soured more. It was then Katara decided she would work harder at keeping the ghostly image of the fire prince at bay, or at least keeping her hallucinations to herself. Despite her silent commitment, the visions only got worse. As time went on they became more frequent. First it became every day, then what seemed like every hour. Everywhere she went in the palace, in the streets of the capitol marketplaces, and even on the shores where she sought the healing nature of her element. Every inch of this vibrant and troubled nation was haunted for her, from the planned peace festivals to the pop-up protests of the now displaced ruling class. She stayed to help Aang restore order, working to ensure the stability of the nation her friend had so dearly loved, the nation whose honor he had sacrificed everything for.

With the increase in frequency of the hauntings, so increased the abject panic rising in Katara. It was becoming more difficult to hide her affliction from the others. After months of torment, while floating secluded in the star-speckled waves of a small, hidden inlet not far from the crater's edge, she finally asked for help.

The rising tide sent salt water lapping at her skin, while her eyes caused it to flood her face. She would often seek healing in these waters, but had so far been unsuccessful in drowning her grief. Tonight she basked in Yue's light, and finally got the courage to beg her celestial friend for relief.

She wasn't sure it would work, ignorant to the communication abilities of the spirits, but desperation consumed her. She had heard Sokka try talking to the moon shortly after they had left the Northern Water Tribe, sadness laden in his usually upbeat voice. She suddenly wondered if he had also seen visions of the princess after she had left them.

"Please, spirits. Please, Yue," she began her sorrowful overture to the large lunar surface overhead, floating parallel to the enormous heavenly body. "Why do I keep seeing him? Why do I keep seeing Zuko?"

She swallowed hard in the ensuing silence, trying to wait patiently for an answer. She was met only with a quiet, steady glow. Eyes closed tightly in despair, she listlessly started swimming back to the shore. As she neared the empty beach she heard the velvety cadence of the moon spirit speak softly between her ears.

"I know you miss him."

Katara froze in the water, settling upright, her toes sinking into silky sand. The ocean still covered her up to her shoulders. The voice arose in her again.

"Tui and La must circle each other in an eternal dance. One is not complete without the other. This is not what was meant to be," she explained. "Your anguish has pierced even the spirit world, and many have taken note."

Katara let her body sway loosely in the waves as she listened intently, her sand-covered feet her only anchor to this world.

"There are some that might use-" The sweet tones emanating from the pale night sky were sharply interrupted by a graveled voice. The new voice called out loudly, direct and authoritative.

"Katara!"

At the sound of that voice calling her name, she snapped her body toward the beach, searching the dimly lit shore for it's source. She hesitated for only a split second, taking one last glance at the moon, before summoning a grand swell of ocean to deliver her directly to the dry sands. Once ashore, she continued seeking the source of the voice. Her eyes darting from dark cliffs to jagged palm fronds, her heart beating wildly.

Finally she saw it, and immediately crumpled into the sand.

It was his face again, staring back at her from a rocky, moonlit crag. Just as it had been the hundred times before, his expression was serene, tranquil. Except this time it changed. This time the face curled into a twisted smile, an expression more suited for the deposed Phoenix King than his son. She stared, horrified, watching the distorted lips form the syllables of her name over and over. When it turned, revealing a hulking, segmented body like that of an enormous centipede, she finally screamed.

She could hear Zuko's voice continuing to call her name, begging her to help him, as she quickly picked herself off the ground and darted past the monster back toward the palace, heading recklessly into the heavy night.

#zutara #not me writing a whole ass chapter fic for zutara week! #it will not be done before the end of the week #but i will try not to abandon it! #zutara week 2021 #zutara fanfiction #better late than never #zk week 2021 #zutara week day 6 #this is gonna be a short chapter fic #with short chapters #unfortunately i dont have time to write an epic #im still on hiatus from my wip

[silentprincess17]

A Proposal Gone Awry

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | AO3

Summary: Link has been touring the breadth and width of Hyrule to clear out the remaining monster camps, and soon enough, he reaches Zora’s Domain. Mipha asks him to wait before he heads back to the castle, which he was intending on doing... but some mischievous children may have other plans.

Part 3

Mipha had completed her list of assignments for the day, and now she headed out to the Zora River, diving in on her way to Hyrule Castle. As she swam gracefully, swooping and twirling through the air as she breathed, before sinking back down into the water, she reflected on the day’s events. She’d attended the Zora General Council Meeting in the morning, where they discussed new refurbishments to be done around the Domain. Rather embarrassingly they’d decided to create a statue, depicting her, to be placed in the fountain at the centre of the Domain. She couldn’t say no, it would be disrespectful to the likes of Ledo, and Seggin, her Master, ordered the poor man to do it as well. Mipha personally didn’t really like the extravagance- she would much rather use the resources elsewhere. But, her father disagreed, stating she had become one of the Zora Greats, alongside Princess Ruto who was claimed to have been a Sage, in a time long past. It made her feel proud, at least, to be a Princess who had helped prevent such a disaster, and to know she’d helped Link in his endeavours made it all the sweeter.

At the thought of Link, her heart skipped a beat, and a shiver went down her fins. If only her plan that night had worked! She’d set everything up so carefully, so determined was she to profess what had truly driven her motivations to hold up the mantle of the Champion, how she wanted to protect him from any harm that could befall him… Sadly, under the influence of mischievous children he’d gotten hold of the armour she’d painstakingly made, and somehow deduced it was simply a practice run. For the love of the Goddesses, she couldn’t have anticipated such a turn of events.

One positive had come of the entire situation though, she’d found Kodah and it turns out Kodah’s head was truly filled with clouds: she was simply lusting after Link. Whilst Mipha could see the appeal, her feelings ran deeper. She didn’t just like the look of Link, she adored his very soul, and Kodah understood that and promised not to interfere. If anything, she looked sheepish and was ashamed about the whole affair. Mipha was quite glad that little piece of unpleasantness was over.

She sprouted from a gush of water, and she smiled. She always felt most at home in the waves, almost as though she and the river were one. It made her feel empowered, strong, but mostly comfortable. This was where her strength lay, in the powerful currents underneath her and how she wielded control over them.

Soon enough, the Castle came into view. Everything had mostly been fixed, people had settled back into Castle Town after their hurried evacuation, and Mipha was glad to see the people recuperating, already almost back to normal. She wondered, sometimes, what would have happened if Terrako hadn’t summoned the help from the future that they ended up relying so heavily on. What would have happened to her, if Sidon, her grown up, almost of courting-age brother hadn’t shown up to protect her. And Sidon’s presence had allowed enough time for Link to come and help defeat the Waterblight, and she blushed a little at the thought. Truly, he was her Hero. And to think Terrako hadn’t only sent help her way, but to the other three Champions as well… The small egg-shaped guardian had done so much for them, and she didn’t want to dwell on what might have been, had it not been there.

By the time Mipha arrived in the Sanctum, it was close to sunset, and she had spent some time drying herself to make sure she didn’t soak the carpet floors. And okay, she’d also spent some time roaming around the garrison, and the barracks but she hadn’t managed to spot Link.

She sighed, he was probably with the Princess, where he nearly always was.

Revali was the next to arrive, and he fluffed his feathers, brusquely adjusting his neckerchief, “Are the others not on time? How asinine. Although perhaps it’s too much to expect such high standards from them.”

Mipha sighed, much more discreetly this time. He had a rivalry with Link, and that could not be forgiven in her books. “Revali, we are, as of yet, early. Urbosa and Daruk are both travelling from-”

“Afar? Yes, I know, that’s no excuse though, Mipha, have you ever heard of leaving earlier? They also cannot fly to their detriment. Did you see Daruk’s paraglider break after using it a mere five times? Who told a Goron he could sail through the air? It’s just so unnatural!”

Urbosa walked in then, and Mipha left Revali alone for a few minutes. He briefly called to her though, as she turned away, although when she’d waited patiently for him to say something, all he’d done was glance down at her ornamental armour, before brushing off his feathers.

She shrugged, classing as typically strange Revali behaviour before she turned back to Urbosa. She wanted to ask if the Gerudo Champion had seen Princess Zelda, and by default Link. It pricked her a little, that she had to find the Princess first in order to locate Link, but he was her Knight after all.

Sadly, Urbosa hadn’t seen Princess Zelda. Apparently, she was getting ready in her room. Mipha could only assume Link was guarding her door. Shortly after that, Daruk had appeared and then the King had walked in, welcoming them to the Castle. They would have a private dinner, with a few select Sheikah, and Master Kohga to privately congratulate the group on their success and then move across to the Sanctum later on in the evening for the Ball in their honour. Hestu had decided to remain with the forest spirits, and Monk Maz Koshia had re-entered the Shrine of Resurrection, in his deep other-worldly tones saying he’d now wait for the next Hero. Mipha shuddered a little at the memory, wondering what the next Hero’s fate would be…

They walked with the King, who pulled out an apple to snack on whilst they trekked to the Dining room, where they would meet Princess Zelda, and Link. Her heart sped up a little in anticipation.

Impa, Purah, Robbie and Master Kohga were all waiting in the room, a single banana in the middle of the four of them and heated debate was clearly ongoing, but they stopped as soon as the King walked in and knelt. He bid them to rise, and they all sat, waiting for the Hero and the Princess to join.

And her heart rate did spike, as the Princess walked in, hand in Link’s elbow as he escorted her inside. His eyes never met hers, but Mipha didn’t allow that little fact to distract her, because oh, Link was in Royal Guard uniform and –

- Terrako bounded up, jumping up to Link’s waist, and he caught the egg, settling it on its own chair, and it beeped and booped, waving its little guardian legs at them. Mipha waved back, but really, she was trying to stifle her laughter as Impa gave the poor thing a good whack in return and it jostled into the air, pointing its little finger at her. Terrako truly was very cute, but Mipha was distracted again by Link coming closer still.

He looked radiant, polished, a perfect guard, his hair slicked back into that cap, the royal dark blue armour overlaid his muted red undershirt, and Mipha choked a little on the water she was sipping when she looked at his pristine white gloves and boots. Oh Goddesses, the gloves. He looked devastatingly handsome, and- wait. He held the chair for the Princess, as was expected for a guard, Mipha reassured herself, but he… smiled at her. A small smile, a classic Link smile if you will, but he smiled at her, and she smiled back, gently, tucking her hair behind her ear. Not for the first time in their presence, Mipha felt a dash of fear strike her, but it was quickly forgotten as Link sat down, and smiled the same smile, if a little less bright, towards each of them, until he reached Revali and then it was a nod. That made her chuckle a little, and the Rito just shrugged, instead turning to Zelda and inquiring about her health.

But Mipha was watching Link, and she didn’t miss his fingers tightening over his glass. Subtle, but she noticed still. And the fear pricked again. But he was just annoyed over Revali, right?

He turned to Daruk, who started talking about the newest iteration of Rock Roast, and Link sat up, paying earnest attention.

And Mipha let herself breathe. She was really overthinking this whole scenario to be fair.

Soon enough, the King lifted his champagne flute, and they all looked at him.

“Champions, I invited you all today to commemorate your success! Tonight, we feast, and make merry, for the Darkness has been Sealed and the light of Hylia shines upon us all. I would like to personally extend my thanks for your service in the name of Hyrule, and I pray that you all remain in the best of health, and achieve whatever you set your minds too, for those in the room today are amongst the brightest and most capable citizens of what is surely to be, a glorious future.”

Everyone politely clapped, and Mipha felt encouraged, she could do what she set her mind to, she could confess to Link, she could achieve the future she most wanted- to rule her Domain with him by her side.

Dinner passed by any further without incident, Mipha joked a little with Urbosa, who was in the middle of setting up a “girls-night only session” for the five of them. And Urbosa had done something very strange, she mentioned she wanted to host another catwalk, and then she had winked at Link, who had promptly blushed, pulling at his collar. Mipha wasn’t sure she understood the reference, it felt like an inside joke that she wasn’t privy to, but regardless, she was excited. A chance to bond with other girls her age who weren’t Zora was hard to do, enclosed as they were in the Domain. Then there was the whole ageing issue, because by the time everyone in this room had died, Mipha would actually still be in the Hyrulian equivalent of her thirties. But today was about celebrating their success, and she shouldn’t be thinking of something as morbid as death.

As soon as dessert was passed around, which unsurprisingly was fruitcake, Princess Zelda’s favourite, the group made to disband. She remained, thinking perhaps this would be the ideal time to snag Link for a few minutes, out on the walkway just outside the dining room before they headed to the Sanctum.

She walked very slowly to the door, and then remained just outside, intending on asking Link as he walked out with the Princess. She waited for a few seconds, and he hadn’t shown up yet, so she discreetly held her jewellery and poked her head back in, and she almost wished she hadn’t.

Because Link was using those same white gloves, the pair she had so loved on him, to gently wipe some of the frosting on Princess Zelda’s outer lip. And then. Oh. Mipha had to turn away. She hastily walked off, trying to think of an excuse but was unable too.

Why had he licked his finger clean?

Well, to be fair, they had all become friends over the time, some of them, such as Link and Zelda, had spent even more time together and so were likely to be even better friends. Frankly, they were together all the time, and this sort of behaviour was common between friends was it not? As a form of teasing? Yes, that was it.

She felt somewhat reassured once she was back in the Sanctum, she’d wait for her moment and she would seize it. She would do as she planned today.

*

The King made a similar rousing speech, once they were inside the Sanctum, and the ball began in earnest. Link and Princess Zelda appeared some fifteen minutes after Mipha had arrived, and she had taken a total of twelve minutes to walk across to reach the Sanctum so clearly, nothing else untoward had happened.

Or, well, anything that she could forcibly see.

The music started, as a sort of prelude for the first dance, and Terrako jumped up, pulling off a “spinning” dance move set on the floor, twirling and flying upside down as it gracefully pirouetted, and everyone was fawning over the little egg. It responded in kind with a series of beeps and boops, in sync with the music.

She tried to squeeze her way over to Link, to ask if he would like to, perhaps, dance, and then she’d guide him away mid-swirl and clarify the situation that arose last week.

But, lo and behold, there he was, dancing with the Princess. It was the first dance, and etiquette meant that it was almost expected for Princess Zelda to open up the dance with the Hero. Mipha was nothing if not patient, and she smiled graciously at the courtesan who asked for her hand to dance. She acquiesced, anything to keep her mind off how Link was probably holding the Princess a little closer than etiquette required, and how those piercing sapphire eyes never left the Princess’s own. Whilst she was trying to pay attention to what the courtesan was saying, she hadn’t even caught his name, poor fellow, but she couldn’t help but remain focussed on Link.

She gasped when he spun the Princess in a tight circle, and then dipped her, nearly to the floor, and how in sync they seemed to be, how seamless the whole thing was. It made her suspicious. Link was very graceful in a fight; he performed some of the hardest moves as though he was passing a knife through butter, but… dance was a considerably different type of elegance. And the way the Princess was smiling at him, almost encouraging him, made a small stone settle in her stomach as she came to the most likely conclusion.

He’d learnt to dance with her. They had practised together. And she fought down the burn of jealousy that threatened to escape her.

Of course Link would learn to dance with Princess Zelda, he was her Knight! She must have offered because she knew this ball was coming up, and Link likely had no experience, so she offered to teach him!

And they weren’t dancing as lovers!

Mipha excused herself, she was feeling all hot and bothered and it was just so unlike her to feel agitated. She just needed a few seconds of fresh air, ideally to jump in a lake for a few seconds just to cool down and recover her Grace.

She escaped down a corridor and went through the first door that opened out onto a balcony, taking a few deep breaths.

Within seconds she heard girlish giggling, followed by a deeper, richer laugh. She stiffened, moving to hide behind one of the tapestries, for some reason feeling self-conscious even though she had no reason to be. The pair passed by the door without pausing, and although she likely knew who it was, she wanted to verify it with her own eyes.

And yes, as she’d guessed, there was Princess Zelda, holding hands with Link. The laughter that she’d never heard before was from him. She didn’t have the heart to be upset anymore, because she realised something then.

He was happy.

In all the time she’d known him, he had only ever smiled and laughed as a child, as a four-year-old. Never had he laughed once he grew older, only smiling, and that too, small, limited smiles.

Her heart throbbed painfully in her chest; it was all too much. She had just wanted to take a minute's breather, but she could still do that! She could just- she flipped around and saw another winding corridor.

She hurried down it, keen to try to recompose herself a little. Clearly though, she had forgotten that the castle was indeed circular in shape, and the corridor she had started on in her haste, actually ended up being the very same one Link and Zelda were walking down now. Goddesses, her luck had run out today. It was too late to backtrack, in her panicked, and half-unfocused state she had somehow missed their laughter, and now from the sound of their voices, they had nearly reached the entrance. Thankfully, it was dark, and Mipha pressed herself into the shadows, behind what she could vaguely make out to be a column. She would just wait until they had left, and she would continue forwards to end up back at the ballroom.

But no, even then, she was doomed because Princess Zelda stopped, and moved to light a small lamp on the side. She held it up to what Mipha could make out was a portrait.

“This corridor, Link. Have you had a chance to come before?”

He shook his head.

“Well, I’d imagined so, because we never had much time, really. Always heading from one battle to the next… But I’d like to show you something, now that we’re no longer under such duress.”

He smiled, nodding. “Okay.”

Mipha was distracted from her discomfort at being trapped and unable to escape when she realised that Link spoke. Casually, almost. Like this wasn’t a rare thing. Mipha felt the stone in her gut grow a little.

“We call this the Hallway of Remembrance, to commemorate the Heroes and the Princesses of time past, where Ganon, or at least, some form of him, came to terrorise Hyrule.”

She held up the lamp closer to the first portrait, and Mipha, despite her misgivings, edged a little closer in curiosity. It was a painting of what seemed to be a land mass suspended in air, with the back of a boy that looked a lot like Link, and she had to hold in a gasp when she realised he was, in fact, holding the Master Sword. Next to him was a girl with flowing blonde hair, not unlike the Princess actually… and she was holding a harp.

“This one was commissioned by Father actually. No one truly knows what Hyrule was like back then, but apparently, it was all in the clouds… And they used to fly around on animals that are now very much extinct. So, this isn’t really a portrait from then, but it felt right to include, you know?”

Link paused. “I. I remember it, a little.” He glanced up; his brow furrowed. “I think it was called Skyloft, Zelda. And we flew on loftwings… I saved you then too, although I can’t remember much else.” Mipha’s jaw almost dropped to the ground. Wow. So much speech. And… she still didn't quite understand what was going on, but it was dawning on her now that they wouldn’t be moving down from this corridor for a while. From the way things were going, it seemed like a private conversation she shouldn’t be privy to, and she felt guilty for unintentionally overhearing them.

But she was stuck! She couldn’t move in front of them, or they’d know she was here, and she couldn’t move back down the corridor she came from because they’d also see. So, she was trapped behind this white marble column, indefinitely, until they moved past her.

Princess Zelda laughed. “Obviously you did. That is a recurring theme by the way.” She paused. “Wait, yours was a Crimson loftwing wasn’t it? The rare one?”

He nodded, and he looked so excited. “Yours was blue.”

Zelda’s hand glowed, the blood of Hylia running through her veins, although Mipha saw no Calamity, and wondered what exactly was going on. “Sleepyhead?”

Link laughed, and pulled her close, hugging her tightly. “You will always be… my Zelda.”

And the stone grew. And grew. Mipha fisted her fingers into the small crevices of her jewellery, a storm of guilt and embarrassment over illicitly being here, over watching them when they thought they were alone, over how at ease Link was, over what those words meant. She had to keep reciting that it wasn’t her fault she was trapped here, she would just have to hold it together until they hopefully decided to move on. She couldn’t help but gently pass her fingers over the gaping hole in her chest that she’d hidden with her ornamental silver clasp. She tried her hardest to blot it all out and think up a rational explanation. She was just overreading this. Okay, so just because one of their previous… selves (?) had ended up together, didn’t mean all of them followed the same pattern, right? And of course, you’d embrace someone whose soul you knew like this?

Zelda leaned away from him a little. “Come, I have more to show you.” She pulled him along, and he followed, as he always did, the last thought echoed bitterly in her mind. “Although, I’d like to think things were a little different for us, at least, in terms of the whole saving scenario.”

He nodded. “You’re right. It was different this time… We saved each other, Zelda. I wouldn’t have thought to even touch the sword, if it hadn’t responded to me wanting to protect you, because that’s all I wanted at that moment. And your powers…”

She nodded. “Yes. I, I didn’t want to lose you, Link.” Even from here, Mipha could see her blush. And she felt increasingly uncomfortable. She just- it was too much. Link, freely talked to the Princess. Freely laughed with her. Had a deeper bond with her that wasn’t just for this lifetime but for… all?

Zelda coughed, “A-anyway. The next is of the Hero of Time, and this Princess was rumoured to be a sage…”

Mipha shoved all her misgivings aside and perked up- perhaps they’d have a portrait of this Hero with Princess Ruto because she was also a sage right?

Link winced. “That’s when it all got complicated isn’t it?”

“What do you mean?”

He shook his head, “Never mind.”

And Mipha felt her hope dash as they walked past the portrait, no mention of any other sage.

Her heart rate increased, as they walked towards her hiding place, slowly but surely. She was thankfully hidden quite well behind the ornate marble columns that held up the walkway above, which meant she was unlikely to be caught. She held tight onto the thought that it would soon be over, that they would soon move on past this damned corridor, and she could finally leave. But no, instead they covered each and every portrait. Mipha slowly felt her hope dwindle, despair set in, and guilt seep through her scales at her continued encroachment on their privacy. She couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed by what was being said as the duo continued through several iterations of the same Hero and Princess… always together, never far apart. One was in Twilight, another in foreign country called Lorule, one in the sea, yet another in spirits…

At that one, it was a portrait of a train, with the Princess… in corporeal form? She was flying beside the boy that Mipha knew was Link. He looked so much like her Link, when he was younger. She watched as Link laughed, “That was a good journey, I remember that.”

Zelda quite literally pushed him. “HEY! I lost my body in that one!”

“Yeah, but you got to be my sidekick for once.” Link was smirking. Mipha had to rub her eyes once, twice and then three times for her to believe what she was seeing was true.

“YOU- I’ll have you know you were MY sidekick. I recruited you! I was the one to pick you to be my engineer!”

“The phantom armour was the best though, especially when you carried me like the Hero I was.”

“Yeah? Without me carrying you, we would have been stuck at level two in the Tower, because you couldn’t walk through lava, being Hylian and all! And then where would we be? And don’t think I don’t remember how long we spent at the Rabbit Sanctuary. You loved frolicking!”

“Hey, no need to call me out like that Princess.”

And so, it continued. For every single portrait. Mipha felt progressively smaller and smaller. She watched as Link held Princess Zelda’s hand, she watched as he leaned his head on her shoulder, so familiar and comfortable. She watched as they exchanged stories, joked with each other, things Link had remembered from the Master Sword, legends Zelda had learnt in the library and her own memories as Hylia’s chosen. As they progressed, Mipha increasingly felt like she was simply a side character, in a longer, and more detailed history than she ever could have imagined. She remained, frozen in place, as they last reached the penultimate portrait, just by her hiding place.

“Ah. This is a precious one Link. I only really remembered this one after unlocking my sealing power.”

It was Link. Sitting atop what was a weird… Mipha didn’t know how to describe it. It had two wheels, one at the front and another at the back, with a sort of seat in the middle. He was wearing a familiar blue tunic, much like the one made for him by the Princess, and Zelda was sitting in front, his arm wrapped around her, his face half-leaning against hers. They looked very comfortable with each other, and it lacked the seriousness that some of the other portraits had. Behind them, were the Divine Beasts, each with their Champion in the distance.

“This is… the legend we tried to recreate in our world, isn’t it? So, this is the direct predecessor to ours…”

“Yes…”

There was only one portrait left, just by her column. This portrait was the only one with a red cloth over it. Mipha didn’t dare breathe, but Goddesses, she was so thankful it was nearly the end. She would finally be able to leave… Finally able to ignore the gnawing fear that she had completely misunderstood Link which oozed through her skin and clung to her tighter than the armour she had painstakingly made.

“So, this is the special one!” She uncovered it, and Link laughed, clear and loud. Mipha pressed herself tighter into her column, making sure to remain silent, and she realised it was, in fact, two portraits. One was of all of the champions together, Link, Princess Zelda, Terrako, herself, Urbosa, Daruk, Revali, Master Kohga, Maz Koshia, Hestu and the King even, and the second… The second was of Princess Zelda in her royal blue gown, and Link in his Royal Guard uniform.

He gasped, poking her cheek. “So, this is why you wanted me to wear this uncomfortably tight uniform the other day and you took a photo on the slate!”

“Yes, silly. I wanted to commemorate us, too. We’ve also fought against Ganon, and now we will be preserved in history, as will all the other Heroes and Princesses that have come before us.”

He leaned closer, until his forehead rested on hers, his hands cupping her face and Mipha felt her heart stop. It felt like the final nail was hovering over her chest, about to shatter the fragile, tiny bud of hope she had left. “Thank you, Zelda. Not, not only for today, but for saving me, and for letting me live all our lives again.”

She stroked his cheek. “You’re welcome, Link. I’m so very happy to have found you again, sleepyhead.” She laughed, “Although, I’ve decided I don’t quite like this cap. I cannot run my fingers through your hair.” He instantaneously pulled it off, and leaned closer still, and she laughed, before her lips touched his.

And the nail sunk in. Hard and fast.

Mipha’s heart shattered.

She turned and left, and they didn’t notice.

How could they, when they were so lost in each other. Deep down, Mipha knew. She denied it to herself constantly, but she knew. And now, after seeing just how many generations they’ve passed through, tied to each other, she realised something else. They were soulmates. Their souls were forever bound to one another. And she could never compete against that.

But even then, even if she disregarded their history, there was no doubt left in her mind that Link very much liked, if not loved, Princess Zelda. And whilst it burned her like acid down her throat, or as if she’d stepped into the lava that surrounds Death Mountain, right now, she knew that she would be happy seeing him happy. And if his happiness lay with another Princess, then who was she to say otherwise.

But tonight, tonight she allowed herself to wallow in self-pity, for a love lost, for a love, that no matter how hard she might have wished it to be true, was doomed from the start to fail.

#a propsal gone awry #zelink #zelink fanfic #zelink fanfiction #aoc zelink #link #zelda #mipha #onesided mipha x link #silent writes

[bluesdesk]

how abought some time and/or twi heed canons

OOOOK!

Time and Twi are NOT over 100 years apart! Twi is his son and he only pretends to be a distant relative cuz he doesn't want Time and Malon to get worried.

But really his dream is to hug his dad he had never met alive. This contrast between wanting to spill it all out and keep it hidden for their safety makes him anxious and he probably has panic attacks too.

Time and Lullaby have a strong brother-sister like relationship! Time calls her lil' sis and he's big bro! (even though they have the same age). Malon and Lullaby were also really close already, and after the marriage they started calling each other sis too. Also Lullaby is nothing like an elegant princess. Imagine them all on the sofa, with dungarees or sports clothing, eating chips or popcorn, being a crazy trio.

Time still uses catchphrases and quotes used by the Kokiri sometimes, making everyone confused as heck. "You're a Deku Tree" for someone old, or tall, or slow, or wise... (????)

Both Time and Twi have a cowboy accent, thanks to Malon. Farm girl has a heavy cowboy accent.

They both have really long ears. Don't question why, I don't know neither uwu.

Time secretly eats Epona's carrots. He still thinks Malon hasn't noticed it yet.

I have an headcanon I've never really talked about. The heroes all have the same age as their last adventure, except for Time. Even Wind who's 13, he isn't 12 because after WW we have PH. Four isn't a kid anymore in FS, we notice their growth because Dot is clearly older, and so he's a teen in LU. Also Time had both his eyes and no marks in his teens, how did he get them? He must have used the mask another time. Soo...

Time has had another full adventure!

As for the plot... After OoT Ganondorf is accused by the kids and put under surveillance for some time. He does nothing wrong. In the meantime Majora's Mask happens and all the attention goes to the salesman. Ganondorf is free, and starts thinking of a new plan...

Now Time is 30: Ganondorf has aged too, he has the TP appearance. The sword is in the Temple of Time, the stones are in the hands of their rightful owners. One day hordes of enemies attack Hyrule. Time fights them, but everyone knows it's a diversive. He has to get the stones before Ganondorf again, and kill him, now that everyone knows he is indeed a problem. Now the Master Sword won't make timeshift because he's old enough. He has to take that sword away from the Temple of Time and bring it in a more secure place. The sages suggests the forest. The Gerudo who support Ganondorf are defeated, the others create a sort of resistance, hiding in Castle Town or Kakariko or so, a young Telma is with them. After collecting the stones he takes the master sword and fights Ganondorf for the first time but he escapes. He reaches the forest, Ganon has already been there and it's a mess. Memories, fear, desperation. There's no sign of the kokiri. In the entire game, Time goes periodically back home to Malon. Being home restores a quarter of heart per second, also Malon can cook things, and there's cows... WELP. OK SO. Time has to kill Ganondorf, but he's nowhere to be found. The adventure now is all about following Ganon in lots of little boss fights... at the end Time reaches him and is ready to fight, but Gan is so strong! Link decides to use the Fierce Deity mask. Ganondorf has learnt about the twilight world and its powerr in the meantime and even if Time can hurt him badly, he doesn't die! While Time gets his eye injury and his marks. Time falls unconscious for the exhaustion, and the sages send the evil to the dark world. Ruto dies. When Time wakes up, he's at home with Malon, and learns he didn't do what he was asked to and the sages had to take care of everything. Now... the feels. The regrets. His only salvation is Malon. He loves his wife! The game would have a mix of Zelda and HW mechanics owo

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #time #twilight #lu time #lu twilight #ocarina of time #twilight princess #malon #LionessWrites #zelda #the legend of zelda

[taylorxholt]

Taylor Holt has walked on set. they’re a thirty year-old hair stylist who’s been working at Red Line Productions for six months. they’re frivolous, you say? i’d like to think they’re more dependable. either way, catch them watching The Truman Show (1998) — halston sage / she/her / pansexual / cis-female

Hi babes! I’m Lindsey and this is my baby Taylor. I’m AWFUL at intros, so I’m stealing the format you all used, thank you very much!

BASIC INFORMATION

full name: Taylor Jane Holt

nickname(s): Tay, T (give her asmany others as you want)

age: 30

date of birth: December 2nd, 1991

hometown: Atlanta, Georgia

orientation: Pansexual

occupation: Hair Stylist

education: Hollywood Beauty Institute

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

faceclaim: Halston Sage

hair color: dirty blonde

eye color: hazel

height: 5′5

FAMILY

Father (James Holt), Mother (Amelia Holt)

PERSONALITY

likes: Taylor Swift, Star Wars, fresh sheets out of the dryer, coffee, 

dislikes: People who are rude for no reason, being rushed, lying

positive traits: Outgoing, ambitious, loyal

negative traits: Impulsive, stubborn, self-destructive

CHARACTER INSPO

Jessica Day - New Girl "You can't escape destiny! She comes for us all, that relentless bitch"

Rory Gilmore - Gilmore Girls “It’s Avril Lavigne’s world. We’re just living in it.”

Haley Dunphy - Modern Family "There's something about going to work that makes you feel like, I don't know, you're worth something."

BIOGRAPHY

Taylor has dreamt of doing hair since she was a kid. Her mom would buy her countless Barbie dolls with how often she was cutting and styling their hair.

She grew up in a comfortable home, with two loving parents in Georgia.

Her father is a lawyer, and her mom is an elementary school teacher.

She kept to herself a lot while she was growing up until she got to high school.

As she got older, she started to party and go out a lot more; exploring her wild side.

There wasn’t much else to do where she grew up, but being so close to the film studios in Atlanta, she decided she was going to follow her dream and apply for hair schools.

After getting into school in California, she moved out and spent nearly ten years doing hair at studios there.

She finally decided to move over to work for Red Line Studios, and has been there for six months.

She’s a bit of a wild child, but when it comes to work she is completely serious.

She’s gotten used to working with celebrities, but she is a hopeless romantic, so to say she’s had crushes on nearly everyone she’s worked with would be an understatement.

She tends to spend her free time at her apartment, curled up with a book. (If anyone wants to come push her to get out more, please do.)

Taylor is an extremely loyal friend and will drop basically anything to be there for the people she loves.

That’s all I can bear to write right now lol, but if you want to plot, jump in my messages and we can figure something out!!

#finalintro #come love us!

[amortentiaboys]

📻  nothing has to change today  🌵

I present to you, an elaboration on @cibeewastaken‘s brilliant post about middle-aged Draco listening to Billie Eilish like the melodramatic git he is!!! (also pls excuse any plot holes/ spelling errors, I wrote this while waiting for my shower to warm up).

Blaise appears in Draco’s flat with a whoosh of green flames, stumbling to keep his footing on the loose fire grate. He keeps nagging Draco to get it fixed, and yet.

He casts a cursory Scourgify on his clothes and straightens, taking a look around the living room. It’s a far cry from the Manor; although elegantly decorated in leather furniture, sumptuous carpets, creams and verdant hues, the worn hardwood floors and the army of plants that Draco insisted on taking under his wing give the flat a warmth that the Manor never had, even when they were children. It’s quiet, quaint. Peaceful.

The sound of a sharp crack at his elbow and a puff of luminous dust draws his attention to a diminutive house elf, wringing her hands and staring up at him with wide, watery brown eyes.

“Sibney is ever so sorry Sir, Master is losing track of time -”

Blaise raises a hand, smiling. “Don’t worry, Sibney. It’s not your fault that Draco has the memory of a Flobberworm. Where’s he hiding?”

The corner of Sibney’s mouth twitches before the a pained expression crosses her face again. She points up at the ceiling. “Master is listening to the Wireless again,” she says solemnly. Now that she’s mentioned it, he can hear the strains of a song floating down the stairs.

Blaise groans. That bloody enchanted Wireless.

“Thank you, Sibney. I’ll check on him.”

He thinks he catches a flicker of relief on her features before she disappears again. Merlin knows how long Draco’s been blasting the thing for.

He heads upstairs.

***

Blaise says nothing as he stands over Draco, waiting to be noticed. Thirty years has evidently done nothing to dull Draco’s penchant for melodrama. This is not news to Blaise, but it is a sight to behold: the prat is sprawled on the bedroom carpet, one hand flung over his eyes whilst the other lies by his side, twitching every so often to replay the same song over and over.

He can’t take it any longer. ''Merlin's beard. Get up, you're scaring the house elves.''

Draco flaps a vague hand in his direction, not even bothering to open his eyes. ''It's fine, they're used to it.''

Sibney peeks around the doorframe and nods her head sagely. ''Master is having the enchanted Wireless on every day, Sir.''

Blaise pinches the bridge of his nose. ''Circe, give me strength. Fine. Fetch us some Earl Grey will you, Sibney?''

The house elf nods, sparing one last pitying (and slightly concerned) look for Draco before trotting off down the hallway.

Blaise sits down on the carpet next to his friend. “She humors you too much. I would have thrown you out onto the street the moment you turned that blasted thing on.”

Draco lolls his head to the side and stares balefully up at Blaise. The years may have etched a few lines around his mouth and grooves between his eyebrows, but he’s still the same melodramatic git that swanned around the Slytherin dormitory and flung himself on Blaise’s (or Theo’s, or Pansy’s) bed whenever he was in a crisis of the heart. “At least someone’s humoring me, with my condition.” 

Blaise blinks, taken aback. He was expecting, as was customary with Draco’s said crises of the heart, a classic Malfoy-esque quip about how of course Blaise wouldn’t have taste when it came to muggle music. It seems he has caught Draco in a very reflective state indeed.

They sit in silence for a while, listening to the girl singing about flying and darkness and love. It all sounds dreadfully morose, but Blaise doesn’t comment on it. He waits silently because Draco seems to be thinking - Merlin knows the prat doesn't do it nearly enough. 

Sibney returns with a tea service and some scones and Blaise dismisses her with a thank you. He sets about halfing a couple of scones, spreading a small amount of butter of jam on one (for him) and monstrous dollops of jam and clotted cream on the other (for Draco). Finally, he decides that Draco's has more than enough time to wallow. 

'Well, spit it out then. What's got you in such a bother you've resorted to sprawling out on the floor and forcing poor Sibney to humor you?”

Draco sighs, still staring up at the ceiling. ''Life is a vale of tears, Blaise.''

''Why, pray tell?''

Another sigh, this one more real. ''Because I'm in love.''

Now that makes Blaise sit up straighter. ''Ah.''

Draco glances sharply at him, eyes narrowed. ''You don't sound particularly surprised.''

Blaise grins like a Cheshire cat. ''I'm not.''  He stands and helps himself to three more scones, shrinking them and squirreling them away in his pockets. ''Well, I'd best be off then.” 

That makes draco sit up, his mouth open in indignation. ''You don't want to know the object of my affections? It could be you!''

''It's not me. Although I know you like them tall, dark and devilishly handsome,” Blaise drawls as he lazily draws a symbol in the air with his wand, watching with mirth as Draco's face pales. ''But I must be off - I have some very important business to attend to.''

Draco scrambles to his feet and narrows his eyes further in suspicion as Blaise begins to back towards the door. ''If you tell anyone else, on pain of death - no stop, Blaise!''

Blaise is still cackling as he Apparates into Pansy's living room. He shouldn't have drawn the lightning bolt but he couldn't help himself. There’s not much time for fun when one is busy plotting and scheming.

“Pansy!”

“Stop yelling, for goodness sake, Hermione’s still asleep -” Pansy stops grousing as she enters the room and sees the glint in Blaise’s eyes. “What?”

“Operation ‘Find Draco Sickeningly-Wonderful Eternal Happiness’ is go.”

Pansy’s face lights up as Hermione stumbles in. “He’s realised?”

“Yep.”

Hermione yawns. “Who’s realised?”

“Draco,” Pansy and Blaise chorus.

It should be scary, the way Hermione instantly snaps to attention, eyes alert and cogs already turning in her head, but all Blaise feels is palpable excitement of epic proportions. This has been years in the making.

“He’s definitely realised?”

“He was listening to Billie Eilish on his bedroom floor, lamenting his seemingly unrequited love,” Blaise says with a knowing smirk at the girls.

Hermione grins.

“Excellent.”

#eeee this was so fun #cheers cibee for a fabulous post/ prompt! #drarry #drarry fic #harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry squad #harry x draco #draco x harry #harry/draco #draco/harry #my fic #fic: ficlets

[stonesparrow]

For the dr.stone x atla crossover I feel that even if Hyoga is or was a soldier in the fire army he wouldn’t have liked the idea of a nations worth of centuries of knowledge pasted down through generations being wiped of the face of the earth.

I just had a thought Hyoga could be a soldier in the fire army but he could also be a master instructor at his own dojo he inherited from his master kinda like master Piandao. He’s still a fire bender though.

Also I think I would be a cute and funny plot twist if he has a daughter who is still young but old enough to help fight and strong enough to thanks her dad training her. I think he’d be the same tough and cold character he is but he’s surprisingly tender, caring, gental, and kind to her in his own way that would just make the characters in the dr.stone universe jaws hit the floor lol.

Ah, you do have a point with Hyoga likely being disappointed that the knowledge of airbending was lost to genocide - all those ancient techniques would probably be really fascinating to him as a martial artist. Though I can also see him buying into the Fire Nation’s imperialist message of “we are the strongest nation, so we should rule over all the weaker nations.”

I like your idea that Hyoga is a fighting instructor, with his values he’d probably be something like Zuko in skillset - he puts a lot of effort into firebending, but also into spearfighting since he deeply respects the nonbender master who taught it to him. At the same time he has no time for people who either don’t take it seriously or are too weak to make a difference.

(More under the cut because this got long)

Him having a kid is an interesting plot twist and while it’s more twisty than I’d expect, I’m kind of intrigued by the potential it has. Though that also brings up the question of who the kid’s mom is, and when the kid was born (I estimate Hyoga’s age in DCST to be around 20-22). Homura maybe? Like...perhaps Hyoga and Homura were both fairly high class and had an arranged marriage, but while Homura fell in love with him as they grew up together Hyoga only respected her as a friend and fellow fighter.

And then if they had a daughter (maybe pressured by both their parents to produce an heir of some sort) it could make them both more complex characters. If the kid was really strong though I’d lean more towards an Ozai-Azula like dynamic with Hyoga impressing his values of “only the strong and skilled deserve to live,” onto her. Plus if we’re keeping relative canon ages then I’d estimate Homura to be 20, Hyoga to be 22, and their daughter to be 2 by the time Team Avatar shows up in the Fire Nation to do their thing.

However...I can see some potential with the kid turning out physically weak, and that throwing Hyoga’s values into wack.

Let’s say the toddler was born healthy and strong and an assessment by some Fire Sages said that she’d become an extremely powerful bender - this pleases Hyoga, since he can’t imagine having fathered a weak child with him and Homura’s combined firebending ability. And indeed, by the time the kid is two she shows signs of firebending power well beyond her age group, with Hyoga planning to train her into an extraordinarily strong warrior.

Except with such a strong fire at such a young age, the little girl suddenly falls terribly ill, having raging fevers and struggling to breathe. Hyoga’s ideals would tell him that such an ill child will die, and that’s that, the weak and ill perish while the strong survive. But he finds himself insisting that the kid will survive, because she’s strong, she has to survive. She’ll recover and become the strongest firebender this side of the Nation, not die a weakling.

Some time later, the Gaang shows up to Hyoga’s town to resupply. Pre-Zuko joining but maybe somewhere between meeting Piandao and encountering Combustion Man? Aang decides to visit the local firebending dojo (rip Sokka’s nerves) because hey, he wants to see some firebending techniques from actual benders, and he can tooooootally handle staying low key this time, honest! He encounters Hyoga and gets a fair bit intimidated by him, though Hyoga seems to approve of “Kuzon’s” highly adaptive martial arts style.

At some point, a messenger comes and Hyoga slips away. Being nosy, Aang follows them and catches enough of the conversation to determine that there’s a sick kid living in that fancy mansion, and relays his concerns to the Gaang. Katara immediately wants to investigate further - Sokka is again very stressed but understands that he can’t stop his sister once she’s made a decision (plus this is post Painted Lady and Katara is even more determined not to let children suffer if she can do anything about it). But when she tries the front entrance, the guards won’t let her in, even when she says she’s a healer. In fact, they deny that there’s a sick child at all, while Aang insists he didn’t hear wrong.

So Aang and Katara, ever the problem solvers, break into the mansion (airbending is super useful!) and find the kid’s bedroom. Katara assesses the patient - she determines that even with her waterbending, the kid will likely suffer from complications her whole life due to the damage she’s already sustained. Hyoga suddenly appears, asking them how they got into his house (he’s actually very curious, since they seemed to enter silently and without alerting anyone). When Katara excuses herself and says she’s a healer from the colonies (Aang’s explanation for how Katara has “special healing techniques unlike any other”) and just wanted to help, Hyoga says that he doesn’t need a healer, and that the girl will recover soon. Katara starts to argue and Hyoga starts insinuating that he could easily beat her in combat, when Homura shows up, pleading with Katara to save her daughter.

Hyoga and Homura start arguing, with Homura saying this may be their last chance and Hyoga saying that a true daughter of his would be able to fight off the sickness alone. Homura eventually asks if he’d rather have a dead daughter than a weak one, which makes him go quiet (Aang and Katara are standing there awkwardly watching all of this). Hyoga then calmly says that since they seem to be at a standstill, the reasonable course of action is an Agni Kai (Aang goes pale at this, while Katara doesn’t actually know what that is).

In the courtyard the Gaang watches anxiously as Hyoga and Homura begin their duel, which results in quite a few impressive displays of firebending. Homura however seems to be holding back slightly, more on the run than attacking. At one point Homura gets thrown on her back and nearly burnt, but Katara calls out to her, saying she has to win for the kid. She gets back up and starts attacking Hyoga with renewed resolve, and even Hyoga is surprised.

Hyoga realizes that as loyal as Homura is to him, she really is doing her best to win, even coming at him with direct shots of flame now. And since this is still Hyoga, he respects that deeply - she’s doing things “properly,” even though she doesn’t want to. He even respects that Katara was so dedicated to her role as a healer that she broke into his house just on the mere mention that there was a sick child there.

And in the very bottom of his heart, despite all the talk of strength and weakness and who deserves to live, he has a hard time realizing that he doesn’t want his daughter to die, even if it means she’ll be weak and reliant on others her whole life. This might be a little OOC for canon Hyoga, but hey, it’s an au and maybe if canon Hyoga did have something small and weak to protect, he’d be less of an ass to Senku and company.

So at a key moment in the battle, Hyoga pauses for a split second instead of dodging a blast from Homura and allows himself to be grazed on the chin, reminiscent of his revival scars in canon. It’s not a bad burn, and those watching closely realize that he let her win. Hyoga turns to leave, only saying that Katara will be compensated for her healing services and that they truly did things “properly.”

Katara heals the girl, saying that the fever is gone but her lungs are damaged and she’ll have breathing problems from now on. She’s paid a small sack of gold by a servant that she initially refuses, but takes in the end since it’d probably be good to have extra Fire Nation currency on hand. The Gaang leaves the mansion feeling...a little conflicted about the experience, honestly.

Meanwhile as Homura sits by the girl’s bedside Hyoga appears in the doorway, having treated his burn from the duel. An awkwardly long silence passes before Hyoga says he’s been thinking about the skills that "Kuzon” and “Sapphire” displayed, and that he’s considering buying a home in the colonies so he can learn about those types of skills (since Aang claimed they were from the colonies). He turns to leave, but not before offhandedly saying that the seaside air in the colonies he’s looked at might be good for their daughter’s lungs.

#I realize that Homura doesn't have a lot of characterization beyond 'loyal to hyoga' in canon #so I hope this comes across as her having more agency as a person and character #beyond just being a mother and fighter I mean #does atla!hyoga come to actually love his wife? who knows? #whooo cliffhanger for them #filler episode for aang and company #dcst #dr stone #dr. stone #dcst atla au #au #alternate universes #atla au #ask #long post #damn this is long #dcst hyoga #dcst homura #hyoga #homura #in a post episode thing maybe we'd see hyoga and homura with their kid in their new beachside home #and hyoga is playing with the kid gently