Embrace
Zelda woke to am embrace.
It was... lukewarm. Cold initially, and soaking wet, but with hot breath on her shoulder, with shivering muscles and a foggy mind and desperate strength holding her close.
What was...? The last thing she remembered was...
Blinking to get water out of her eyes (water? Why was there water?), Zelda turned her head to see dirty blonde hair plastered to wet skin and clothes, she recognized the light blue immediately, the sword on his back.
"Link...?" she breathed.
When--how did she get home? She'd swallowed the secret stone, and--
Link held her tightly, and Zelda's eyes stung with tears as she laughed.
I'm home.
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Question to a fanfic writer: do you think that, in Marcille’s research ways *And* her love for romance novels… would result in her writing some in-universe fanfics of her own? Like, maybe she hypes herself up on something and get disappointed, or maybe she finds some character decision isn’t as ideal as she thinks it could be? Or it’s as simple as she wants to play around with the characters and see what happens?
I can’t help but imagine a scenario where she’s struggling with some romantic trouble irl and she’s struggling with deciding on what to do, but then the answer slaps itself upside her head when she rediscovers her fanfics and how she LITERALLY made a character or two do the exact romantic decision she needs to do? It would so silly but yet I can’t help but find it so charming. Hell, just the imagery of her writing romance fanfics of her own At All is just… delightful to me hehehe.
you know I've been rotating this in my head since I saw it this morning and. I went through a wild journey of opinions before I realized... Marcille wouldn't think about fanfiction like we think about it. In the modern age, yeah, she'd be a complete tumblrina -- but we're talking about a 17th century-ish fantasy setting.
Writing before the digital age was a physical commitment to investing ink and paper into your thoughts -- and this is even before mass production can make pens and notebooks kind of whatever to buy and use on a regular basis. I'm sure the situation wasn't dire, but I really can't see Marcille, perfect honor student, using her allotted supply of stationery at the academy on super frivolous things.
Fanfiction has been normalized incredibly fast in the past few decades. Think about now normal and popular D&D is nowadays compared to how much people looked down on it 20-30 years ago. Fanfiction was a freakass nerd thing to do until relatively recent history, something that was even considered offensive to the original creators.
Remember, we've already seen Marcille react to adaptations with disgust. She's kind of a hater and an elitist fan. She also considers herself a Reputable Academic. In a setting where a digitized culture hasn't reframed fanfiction as an act of appreciation and creativity, she would absoluuuuuuuutely think that fanfiction was complete loser shit.
If she did write anything about her favourite books... She'd. She'd be one of those assholes who writes huge scathing reviews of Dal Clan translations into Common. She'd be the fantasy equivalent of those Weebs/Japanese elitists on twitter tearing through every single localization choice in anime and JRPGs and being so so annoying about it.
If we're being charitable, we could say she'd be able to appreciate non-faithful translation choices that still do a good job of carrying over the original spirit of what was said. But I think we also have to acknowledge the possibility that, at her worst, she'd really really be like those guys who were malding about the Unicorn Overlord localizations so hard the (correction: Final Fantasy Tactics Creator, not the Unicorn Overlord devs) had to step forward and ratio them. (The silver lining is that she'd never get published in the arts review newspapers/journals that she submits her essays to. those poor editors just have to deal with her being persistent.)
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Sparrow, please tell us about your most embarrassing situation in the bedroom.
OH MY GOD SPHINX LMAO
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Sparrow chokes, her face twitching. "Excuse me? I--" She buries her face in her hands. After several seconds, her voice emerges, muffled, from her hands. "It wasn't in the bedroom."
It takes another few moments for her to regain her composure, hands on her lap, shoulders back. Only the scalding red on her face reveals her actual thoughts on discussing the matter. "This was. Several years ago. We were in Nerosyan, to help push through a bill that would solidify the number of years an individual is required to reside within the country borders before being considered a proper citizen and given related rights. There was pushback, mainly from the Royal Council, and many of the lords who were there to vote were undecided on the matter. The matter was at a standstill, we were on day thirteen. It was exhausting, no real progress in sight. If Lord Bravas would bother to take a side, the rest would follow like lemmings. He liked our proposal but disliked us, or me specifically, and dragged his feet on the matter."
There is a pause, but Sparrow clearly cannot talk around the answer any longer. "During recess Daeran suggested we...find a way to de-stress. Blow off steam. I don't...usually, outside of a bedroom...definitely never outside of our home...but the recess was not long enough to return to our chambers--no one used that parlor, it was so out of the way, it should have been--"
She abruptly cuts off straightens again, her hands folded tightly in her lap. "Apparently, Lord Bravas wanted a book to occupy his time. We were. Already. We couldn't really hide what we were doing.
"And the worst part was that it ended up helping us." Sparrow pinches the bridge of her nose. "Lord Bravas wasn't offended, he was amused. Friendlier than before. Apparently catching us in flagrante delicto gave him a sense of...kinship? Or perhaps he really was just happy to learn I was 'actually a person underneath it all.' Either way, he supported my bid and we finally pushed through the proposal.
"Now, whenever any council meeting takes longer than a day to conclude, Daeran always has the same recommendation of how to move things along. I'm going to hear about that escapade until the day I retire."
Intrusiveness level: 100000000/10
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Prompt #8: Shed
"...Rhilea."
Cimarra's tone was foreboding as she called her chocobo's name while fishing a midnight blue feather from the stew pot. She leveled a stare at Rhilea, which the bird returned back, head tilted innocently. Broth dripped from the soaked feather.
"If you are going to shed feathers, do it somewhere away from my food. I don't go leaving my ear fur in your food."
The chocobo gave an indignant "Kweh!" while Hadrian fell over, giggling.
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My sweetest Foreseer, you think so less of yourself that it pains me. You think a flower won't enjoy your company? I wanna bite you for even thinking that. My dearest everyone, literally everyone will enjoy your company. But, they will have to face me when fighting for your company. Also, stop indulging me into making you feel loved or else I'll kiss you until you are sick of it.
I am simply stating something that I believe to be true. You do not need to threaten me with such a feral punishment.
However, I do not think you need worry about anyone else stealing me away from your side. Did you wake up with a craving for violence this morning? You seem more intense than other days.
I hope you can follow up with that last promise.
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Hey guess what it’s another out of context WIP
“Oh, and what do we have here?” the man drawled, pulling out an unfortunately familiar mask.
Link swallowed. Debated. And then decided to hell with it. The end result would be interesting enough, and he didn’t have many other options. “D-don’t put that on!”
“Oh? Don’t put it on?” the man continued, his jowels wiggling as he cackled. “It’s a silly children’s mask, you think I’m going to play with it?”
Link chewed the inside of his cheek, trying to word this correctly. “Well, that’s good, because that children’s mask has immeasurable power and grants the wearer any wish, but it’s at a terrible price.”
Here the large man paused, and his guards took a few greedy steps forward, listening. The noble noticed the movement and turned on his guards quickly, yelling at them to leave. When Link was left with only the man dressed in his rich attire, the noble leaned over as if they were conspiring together. “Any wish, you say? What sort of magic is this?”
Link looked down, avoiding an answer.
The nobleman huffed. “If you think you can stop me from finding out, you’re more foolish than I thought!”
Link’s smile was hidden as he saw the man’s shadow put the mask to his face. A bright light filled the room, making him flinch and look away, squeezing his eyes shut.
When the song of magic and the scream of the nobleman diminished, Link looked back to see... quite the sight.
Before him was still the mystical deity he’d grown accustomed to, but since he had a different wearer there were a few... modifications. The noble’s girth was now more toned with muscle, but the fat remained. His beard, mustache, and thinning hair were styled exactly as before, though now brilliant white. The Fierce Deity’s usual armor was barely fitted over the enormous noble’s stomach.
Link busted out laughing.
The Fierce Deity looked down at himself, having already noticed something was amiss, before glaring at Link. “What the hell.”
Link was laughing far too hard to explain.
“Honestly, the indignities I suffer because of this cursed mask,” the Fierce Deity muttered as he attempted to walk towards Link, hissing when his armor snagged on himself.
Link fell off the stool, dizzy and crying. He really should try to stop cackling hysterically, someone will likely hear, but by the goddesses--
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Omg I love your headcanons so much. Like. They’re written the way I discuss my visions of the characters with my friends yknow?? But they’re also so well thought out??? It’s beautiful
!! GAH!!! THANK U FRIEND!!! i imagine i'm talking to somebody so it's fun to know it's read that way! and vry relieving to hear it seems thought out LOL. like i Do think a Lot, but sometimes it feels like i'm just typing to type & i can't tell if i seem silly 😭😭🫶
didn't think beautiful was a word someone might use 4 my stuff btw. especially not my hcs LOL. kicks a pebble and pushes hair behind my ear and looks around bashfully... i will keep trying to write even better! 🙆🏻♀️🫂
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