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Spider Meet Fly/Fly Meet Spider - Chapter Thirteen: Sonia is Caught By Treachery

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Link fidgeted in front of the floor length mirror, pulling on the jewelry braided into his hair. Sonia slapped his hand away.

“I’m not finished.”

“I look fine.” He signed, the whine clear in the movement of his hands, and Sonia swatted him again.

“You’ve said so yourself, the Celebration of the Heroines is the most important holiday in the Gerudo calendar. We’re going to show our respect.”

“Through fancy clothes?” Link signed, pouting, and Sonia laughed.

“Oh, trust me, I could put you in fancy clothes. This is far from that.”

The headdress she’d presented an hour ago sat proudly on Link’s head. Luga had offered to install it herself, but Sonia had insisted, saying she regretted how little time alone she and Link had had since little Zelda’s birth. At only a few days old, she was beyond tiny, and had taken more of a liking to her father than Sonia, which had Rauru over the moon. Sonia insisted that Zelda was too young to have a favorite, but she always smiled when she said that, not truly minding that her daughter seemed to prefer pulling on Rauru’s ears than she did playing with her mother’s curls. Link reached up and ran a hand down the horn standing proudly on his forehead. He’d be lying if he said the charged headdress didn’t remind him distinctly of Farosh. The glittering horn resembled the dragon’s own horn down to the last detail, and the beaded topaz throughout glowed like lightning in a heavy storm, even without light illuminating it. They crackled under his fingers when he touched them, a jolt of static that set his hair on end. Gold hung from it in delicate chains, and the earrings Sonia had provided reminded him of dragon scales—if he didn’t know any better, he’d suspect they were made from the holy material.

“Face me more,” Sonia said, gripping his chin. “I want your face paint to be perfect.”

The electric yellow paint was cold on his skin as she painted three teardrops below each eye. She frowned before licking her thumb and wiping the tears away. She tilted his head this way and that, squinting down at him, and Link went cross eyed watching her hover so close to him.

“Hm… three or one? What do you think—no, wait, don’t move! I think… I think four. Then we’ll match!” She smiled brightly, tapping under her eye on her own white tattoo teardrops. The tattoos were mesmerizing to look at, bright and stark against her dark skin, and Link thought they carried an otherworldly light to them, almost glowing when under the sun and seeming to shimmer even in the dark. He wouldn’t be surprised if they were magic.

His eyes lingered on the Triforces tattooed on her skin; they were the only references to the Triforce he’d seen at all since he’d arrived, and it piqued his curiosity each time he saw it, thought now more than ever. While Ganondorf was grumbling over festivals, Link had been researching dragons, the Depths, and the Master Sword, both in history and myth. Sonia had recommended a collection of biographies of great Hylians who had led her people far before a unified continent and Hyrulian kingdom was even an idea on the wind, and it was in that book that the Golden Power was first mentioned by name. Link devoured the book before turning back to others he’d previously read on the Chosen Hero, trying to slot the Triforce into those stories. It had proven to be a serious challenge; he was never the best with his letters, not after his childhood education had been neglected in exchange for learning the art of the blade, his father removing him from the school house as a pre-teen and never sending him back, and while he could have asked Soia or Rauru or even Mineru for help, the thought of mentioning his difficulties with reading were mortifying. So, instead, with Ganonodrf already nearby writing his play, Link leaned on him for help, praying all the while that the man didn’t notice that Link was doing it.

Link thought he’d pulled it off rather well, all things considered, and now all that was left was to put together the confusing swirl of knowledge he now had surrounding the Chosen Hero, Fi, and Triforce into a solidified plan that could heal Fi and get him home. He planned to ask Rauru at first, but the Zonai really did know very little of Hylian history, leaving Link to instead ask Sonia for help.

Sonia hummed as she brushed the paintbrush across his skin, first under the left eye, then the right, before washing the brush and dipping it in the paint again. She pursed her lips as she leaned closer and painted a stripe down the middle of Link’s lips, swiping away a droplet of paint before it could drip on his chin.

“There,” she said. “So handsome.”

Link turned to the mirror and ran a hand through his hair. He had been meaning to cut it back before all of this happened, and now, with the charged headdress proudly braided into his hair, its length and thickness was even more clear. He curled a strand around his index finger. It was even longer than Zelda’s now, wasn’t it?

He took in the person reflected in the floor length looking glass before him. Luga had scrubbed him clean earlier, anointing him with sweet smelling oils and perfumes. He’d lost muscle mass here in the past, the gloom sickness still not quite gone, and it unnerved him. He was used to being strong, even with his lean physique, and weakness did not look good on him. The charged shirt and trousers had been dressed up, more jewelry hanging off the fabric than before, topaz and diamonds catching the light and twinkling beautifully with each movement. Link felt… otherworldly. He could remember being almost, though not quite, as dressed up before when accompanying Zelda to a ball. He had traded the Champion’s tunic for the uniform of the royal guard that he technically belonged to, the white leather buckles tight around his thighs and cap balanced delicately on his head. He’d felt like a fool, and Zelda had doubled over laughing at the sight of him, much to his embarrassment. Now though, looking in the mirror, he felt larger than life. He felt magical, invincible despite the delicate jewelry and fabric. He felt as grand as Farosh herself.

The thought suddenly stopped him. He’d spoken to Rauru after his discovery of the location of the three dragons, and the Zonai king had agreed about the importance of tracking them down deep in the Depths.

“That sword—it is a matter of life and death for your people,” He had said, “and could be your key home. I understand that reforging it is vital, and I shall offer all the resources I can spare to make that happen.”

Link had thought for one mortifying moment that he might cry, and Rauru had smiled. “It is what friends are for, after all,” he said, and Link had blinked away the wetness furiously.

It was the baby. Little Zelda was rubbing off on him. He’d been debating what to use for her name. He didn’t think, despite their fluency, that Sonia and Rauru quite understood the importance of sign names, but he knew he wanted to gift one to the baby before he left.

Because he could be leaving soon. With the Master Sword reforged, who knew what could come next? The thought bubbled excitedly in his chest more often than not for the past two days as Ganondorf finished his ceremonial play. Which he would not let Link read, much to his annoyance.

“You’ll see it performed soon,” Ganondorf would grunt as Link pestered until finally Link had given up on getting to see it. Ganondorf was right—the party would start soon, and Link could see all of it in its awkward splendor.

“Are we done?” Link signed as Sonia stepped back. She looked breathtaking in her gown. Silks of green and gold enveloped her, the usual geometric designs from the tabard of her day dress even more intricate as they spiraled across her many skirts and flowing, draped fabrics. They told a story, each design a collection of glyphs showing a different part of the continent’s history, from the Chosen Hero and the Spirit Maiden, to the arrival of the Zonai from the sky, to the union of the Rito, Zora, and Gorons, to the story of her and Rauru’s wedding. Two figures carved from Zonaite-- clearly her and Rauru-- embraced on the cloth across her breast. In between the lovers, right where their chests met, hung her secret stone, serving as the heart of the marriage. Sundelions had been braided into her hair, and her tiara gleamed in the light, diamonds and Zonite woven together in an intricate geometric design. If Link didn’t know any better, he would have called her Hylia incarnate.

“Yes,” She said, bumping his shoulder, “but if you mess up your face paint I’ll never forgive you.”

Link rolled his eyes. “Of course, your Majesty.”

There came a knock on the door, and Sonia called for them to come in. Luga poked her head in, eyes covered.

“You can look, Luga.” Sonia said, a chuckle in her voice, and Luga shook her head.

“Nope! Not till you and his Majesty are together. I want to first look at you both together!”

Sonia laughed properly. “You put too much faith in my husband’s fashion ability.”

“Nonsense! I’m sure he’ll be breath taking.”

Sonia offered an arm to the servant. “Shall we go find that husband of mine then?”

Luga groped blindly for the arm until Sonia gently guided her hand to her elbow and pulled the girl close.

“What about you, Sir Link? Are you ready for the party?” Luga asked, and Sonia smiled, patting her hand.

“He looks just lovely.”

“I can imagine! I can smell the ozone from here.”

Link tried to subtly sniff his shirt and Sonia snorted. “You smell fine,” she said, and Link flushed.

Slowly, taking care to keep Luga, with her excited babbling and bouncy steps, from walking into a wall, Sonia led her and Link down the halls from Link’s guest suite to the royal suite.

“You know, Link, it’s amazing to think that a few weeks ago, the idea of seeing a Gerudo ceremony in person would be laughable,” Sonia said, turning a corner. “The Gerudo have always been isolationists, even at their own detriment, and to have them here, the continent unified and their people welcomed across all borders within it, from the cold of Hebra to the scorching heat of Eldin, or the rains of Lanayru... it is breathtaking to think about. You know, I offered to show Twinrova to the main meeting hall to see the murals there that show locations all across Hyrule—they seemed to be the type to enjoy traveling. They refused my offer, unfortunately.”

Link hmmed. “I think they and Gan had a fight. They have been avoiding him, and he them.”

Sonia raised an eyebrow. “Gan?”

“Only in jest. And if you tell him I called him that—well, I’m afraid my next actions would be treason.”

“Woe is me, slain before I had the chance to see Naboris’ drunk dancing.”

“You’d deserve it.” Link signed with a grin, and Sonia laughed.

“You think so?”

“What would my lovely wife deserve?”

Link and Sonia came to a stop, Luga almost falling, as Rauru stepped from the suite before them, shutting the door with a soft click. Sonia let out a soft sigh. Link could understand why—Link had seen Rauru in regal robes, in sparring gear, in simple, but elegant, shawls, but never showing so much… well, so much skin. The Zonai’s chest was covered only by a sheer, gossamer shawl, biceps and toned stomach easily visible through it, and geometric paint designs covered every inch of skin below his neck. Elegant chains of diamond and Zonaite spiraled up and down his arms. He matched his wife perfectly, and Link was, for the first time, aware of just how attractive Rauru might be to the right person.

Sonia reached forward and cupped his furry cheek, and the Zonai man smiled softly.

“You look divine.” He murmured, “A goddess among men.”

“Am I allowed to be jealous that the world gets to see you like that?” Sonia almost purred, and Link flushed, quickly looking away. Rauru laughed, leaning down and whispering something in his wife’s ear, who threw her head back and let out a boisterous laugh.

“You flirt!”

“The flirt is going to be Naboris once she sees you in that dress.”

Sonia ran her fingers through Rauru’s beard. “Let her relax some and it may be more than flirting.”

“Oh?”

Rauru caught her hand and brought her palm to his lips, raising an eyebrow. Sonia had to stand on her tippy toes, and it couldn’t have been comfortable, but Sonia giggled as Rauru released her hand, taking his instead and lacing their fingers together.

“Shall we?”

“Wait!” Luga said, finally opening her eyes. “Wait, wait, stand still let me take you in—oh Gods, you look lovely Queen Sonia. Like a dream. And your Majesty, oh my goodness! Did you do the paint yourself? It looks so symmetrical. I am truly impressed. You are truly two halves of a whole. You’ll blow them all away.”

Sonia patted Luga’s cheek, who flushed bright red. “You’re too kind to us, Miss Luga. Now, go, find some friends, have fun at the party.”

“But there’s so much to do! I need to refill the oils at the baths, and clean the linens, and—”

“Relax. Be merry. That’s an order.”

Luga snapped to attention. “Y—yes ma’am!” She squeaked out, bouncing on her toes, and Sonia waved her off, leaning her head on her husband’s arm as the servant girl bounded down the hall.

Sonia turned to Link, and Rauru nodded.

“The headdress suites him," He said. "I knew it would. The Lightning Dragon and her Goddess… I’ve felt for some time that there is a connection here with you, Link, to the divine—the electricity of your sword, the power of light in your lungs; it speaks of great things.”

Link rose his hands, then stopped, rose them again, then held them still. Rauru frowned.

“Is everything alright?”

Link took a deep breath. It was now or never.

“May we move out of the hallway?” He signed, hands soft, and Rauru gave a confused nod, pulling them back into the suite. The myths and history surrounding light powers and the Triforce he'd found in the library had been surprisingly unspecific, and the details were fuzzy with time. It was funny, that somehow his Zelda had a greater knowledge of the divine than the people far closer to the time period that the creation of the Hylian race occurred in. The story of the Chosen Hero was both complex and simple: Hylia, a war, a man chosen by the divine who used his own internal light and the powers around him to forge a sword and strike down the demon king, sealing him away in the very sword that destroyed him. Link, supposedly, if the beliefs of the royal family in his time were to be believed, carried that same hero’s spirit, same hero’s courage, and drive. But Link wasn’t that Chosen Hero. He wasn’t divine. He wasn’t like Zelda, didn’t have Hylia flowing through his bones. He had no connection to light or light power. It didn’t make sense for him to have light power, except through… Well, through Farore and her piece of the Triforce, something he had long given up on and made peace with never having.

“What,” he started slowly, “do you know of the Triforce?”

“Honestly?” Rauru replied, “Little. The Zonai never concerned themselves much with Hylian stories.”

“The Chosen Hero bore it,” Sonia said, “… the hero whose sword you bare. It was gift from the Golden Goddesses, protected by Hylia and the Chosen Hero.”

“I don’t—I don’t know if I have it. Zelda—my Zelda—bares a third of it: the Triforce of Wisdom. Supposedly, the Hero bears the Triforce of Courage, but I have proven to be an unfortunate choice of hero,”

Sonia opened her mouth to protest, but Link raised a hand.

“Let me finish. I always assumed that my failure, my death, meant that I was unworthy. I never felt holy or divine. But if this stone is reacting to power within me, light within me…”

“You think the light is from this Triforce?” Rauru asked gently, letting go of his wife’s hand to run his fingers through his beard. Link was beginning to think it was a nervous habit.

“I don’t know. I don’t—I’m just thinking out loud. But if the Triforce is the source of my power, and the stone is channeling my power from the Triforce…”

“It would explain how your stone was strong enough to carry you through time despite your lack of experience or control. The explosion you caused in the garden—that spoke of great power, one I wouldn’t expect from a new magic user.”

“Then maybe it was the Triforce who sent me here. The Chosen Hero forged the Master Sword with the breath of the three elemental dragons, yes, but also with his own Golden Power. The Triforce knew that I wouldn’t be able to safely fix Fi in the future. With the mummy loose, it would be too dangerous. But here, in the past, there is nothing stopping me from focusing on fixing her. With the secret stone, I can channel my power and, with the dragons, heal the Master Sword. Then maybe… I don’t know, the Triforce sends me back, somehow? I haven’t exactly figured that part out.”

Rauru was silent for a long time, face guarded. “I think… I think this is something you should discuss with Mineru as well. She knows the most about stones. And, beloved, you know more about Hylian myth than anyone in this palace. All of you together… you might be able to puzzle this out. I think you might be onto something, Link, but I’m afraid that I only know so much of Hylian religion. Mineru has never put much stock in it either. There is little knowledge between us, but with Sonia… our knowledge of the stones, and her knowledge of your history could lead to a well balanced team.”

“I wish my Zelda was here…” Link signed. The headdress suddenly felt impossibly heavy. “She knows so much about everything, especially the Gods. Unfortunately.” The last word was bitter, heavy with the years Zelda spent on her knees, begging in freezing spring waters, praying and praying until she could recite every prayer in her sleep, could describe every god or goddess or spirit so long as they were somehow connected to Hylia and her Golden Power.

Rauru cocked his head at the last comment but said nothing. Somewhere deeper in the castle, a horn blew and Rauru huffed.

“The play is starting. Ganondorf will be livid if we miss it after all this planning of his.” He said. He reached forwards and squeezed Link’s hand. “We’ll figure this out. I promise. Together, we can do it. I know we can.”

Link gave him a soft smile, squeezing Rauru’s hand back.

Rauru straightened, cleared his throat, and offered an elbow to each Hylian. “Then let us be off.”

Link tried to be excited as they moved forwards, but it was hard to be with the thoughts of the Triforce still lingering in his mind. He didn’t know how to channel light through a fucking stone, let alone the goddessdamned Triforce. So, he got to the dragons and used their fire to reforge Fi. Then what? He utilized the Triforce to finish fixing her—if he even had it, and that was a big if—but how? With the stone? With some emotionally delivered power, like Zelda?

The need to have her here, that yearning and desperate desire, was back, and Link struggled to swallow the lump in his throat. It was okay; they’d figure this out. Mineru, Rauru and Sonia. Between Mineru’s knowledge of the stones, Rauru’s experience with light power, and Sonia’s knowledge of Hylian history, they would be ready. The mummy wouldn’t know what hit it, and he would be home with Zelda sooner than later.

Rauru hustled them into the main hall, where a massive group of people, from the Rito to the Zora to the Goron to the Gerudo, sat on the floor, as was tradition, that they might feel the vibrations of the drums through their feet. Rauru took the seat reserved for the three of them in the back, Ruta, Medoh, Rudania, and Naboris all already present, with Twinrova skulking by their aunt. It was the first Link had seen of them in ages, and they vibrated with negative energy. What was their problem? The Celebration of the Heroines was a time of honor, of festivity! It was a joyous occasion! Beside them, back stiff and face dark, sat Ganondorf.

Link turned his attention to the center of the great hall, where eight women in black, red, and green began to sing. Link realized with pleasant surprise that the harmony was in two languages: Gerudo and Hylian, overlapping into a beautiful chorus of sound. A sign of cultural exchange and unity, Link thought with a smile. A few seats down, Ganondorf looked into the crowd but didn’t seem to be seeing it, and Link frowned. He gave a little wave close to his chest, and Ganondorf noticed from the corner of his eye.

“Okay?” Link signed, and Ganondorf didn’t reply, turning back to the women in the center of the hall. Beside him, Twinrova snickered, and Link’s frown deepened.

“At first—” One Gerudo sang, the woman behind her echoing her words in Hylian.

“At first—”

“There was only Din, the Great Sand Goddess whose breath contained the beginnings of everything to come—”

“There was only Din, the Great Sand Goddess whose breath contained the beginnings of everything to come—"

“He’s done a wonderful job,” Sonia whispered in Link’s ear, and he nodded. Ganondorf had done a phenomenal one, and it would surely be remembered from years to come as a vital day in Hylian history. A Gerudo celebration in Hylian halls, Gerudo and Zonai sitting knee to knee and shoulder to shoulder—it would not be soon forgotten.

The blue sister of Twinrova leaned over to her brother and whispered something in his ear, her eyes flashing to Link for a moment, bright and leering, and Naboris swatted her on the shoulder.

“Focus. Gossip later,” she said, and Twinrova rolled their eyes. Ganondorf glared at them, and the glee in their eyes only grew. It unsettled Link, and he found his hand drifting to Fi and the secret stone at his side.

I’ll reforge you soon, he promised her, and she fluttered under his fingertips, warm and comforting, heartbeat weak but still alive. I’ll find the dragons and channel the stone or Triforce or whatever and get you home. Get both of us home.

Zelda would be so jealous she was missing the first Celebration of the Heroines to be celebrated on Hylian soil. Link could already picture her pout and crossed arms, nose turned up as he described the world he saw back at Hyrule’s creation. He wished he had the Sheikah slate or Purah pad so that he could take photos to show her, especially ones of Sonia and Rauru. The first king and queen of Hyrule—she would be ecstatic to meet them, drilling into them with a million and one questions. And getting to meet the leaders of the other races, with their names as the source of her beloved Sheikah Beasts, would surely have her heart leaping over the moon in excitement. For the millionth time, he wished she was here, that she could see this all with her own eyes instead of his words.

He missed her. He wondered what she would think of the Celebration play. She was never good at sitting still for too long, but she’d be honored to hear words written by a male Gerudo king himself, instead of one of Riju’s advisors like last year.

The drums rose in speed and volume, signifying the battle between the light creature and Din, and Link watched with awe at the spinning linens and colors as the women danced in a mock battle, clapping when the light creature fell with a dramatic cry and boom of drums. Naboris clapped loudest of them all, dark face lit up with pride. She was mesmerizing in her glittering gold jewelry, the normal white of her clothes lined in gold and topaz, her green lip replaced with sparkling, electric yellow paint, her eyes lined in white kohl. Twinrova had not dressed up, much to Link’s surprise, their casual clothing almost insulting considering the sheer importance of the festival.

Naboris didn’t hold a candle to Ganondorf. His face paint was immaculate, his hair in elegant, scarlet braids, the diadem on his forehead sparkling in the light. At his side was his magatama blade, the first Link had seen of it since he returned it to the Gerudo chief. The Gerudo’s hand rested on the hilt, fingers glittering with rings, and watched the play with dark eyes. He looked… disquieted. Uneasy. Something was wrong. Link wanted to slip down the line of guests and prod him, ask what had him so gloomy, but the drums were picking up again, a special trill of wood on stretched sandseal skin as each dancer wished ‘Din’ goodbye and took up their place a Heroine, pantomiming each of the Eight’s mighty adventures. Twinrova glanced his way and caught his eye.

Their eyes crinkled, the only visible part of their face, yet Link could feel their grin, predatory and vicious. He wrapped his hand on Fi’s hilt, which had grown hot. She chimed, warning of danger, and began to glow, softly at first, then burningly bright, shining even through the scabbard, and the smell of ozone and crackle of electricity began to fill the room.

Danger

Danger—

Link jumped to his feet, signing a quick apology in response to Ganondorf’s raised brow before walking as quickly as he could from the room without stampeding over everyone. He hurried to the first empty corridor he could find, being sure to shut the door to the main hall behind him—Fi just grew hotter, nearly screaming now at his hip, and Link winced at her heat as he drew the sword.

“What the fuck, Fi?” He whispered, but his sword simply continued to chime and flash wildly. Electricity crackled up and down the blade, the hilt vibrating in his hand, and he shushed her softly, trying wildly to think of some way to calm her. She’d never acted like this before, even when facing the Calamity.

Behind them, the main hall roared with applause. The play was over. He’d missed the ending. Well, damn. Ganondorf would never let him live that down, would he?

“Come on, Fi…” He whispered, running a soothing hand over the blade. He was suddenly very grateful for Mineru’s thought to add lightning resistance to his arm as lightning shot up his prosthetic where he touched the blade, from his fingertips to his teeth, leaving his mouth tasting burnt and coppery. He yelped, dropping her with a clatter, pressing his prosthetic to his chest. How could something that wasn’t his to begin with hurt? It wasn’t like he could even feel shit with this arm, just pressure, not the warmth of a soft touch or the cool of a breeze, just the pressure and textures around him.

If he wouldn’t be able to feel the heat of Zelda’s hand then he shouldn’t be able to feel the burning power of Fi, damn it!

He could hear the start of music, of laughter, smell rich foods even through the door—so the party had officially started. He was missing it. Thanks, Fi. He thought with a bitter scowl, before leaning down to prod her with a prosthetic finger. She crackled, a jolt going up his hand and he swore, shaking out his arm. He pulled the scabbard from his belt and slowly slid Fi in with his boot.

“Link?” A soft voice came from the doorway. The door shut with a heavy sound as Sonia stepped into the hall. “Are you alright?”

“F-I-N-E” He signed over his shoulder, and reached for Fi, careful only to touch the scabbard. He could still feel her humming through the metal, and she glowed brightly, once, twice, three time, so bright it burned to look at her, before fading out. Spots flickered across his vision, and Fi let out one last, mournful chime before going dark.

“… Oh my.” Sonia breathed, kneeling beside him. Fi had scorched the stone around her, leaving cracks across the marble, dust fluttering up at her gentle breath. Link snorted.

“Oh my. Yeah.” He signed, rocking back on his heels and burying his face in his hands.

“It’s alright, darling,” Sonia said softly, reaching out and rubbing his back in soft, gentle circles. “We’ll fix this. After everything settles, we’ll go underground and find the dragon spirits and all will be well.”

Link snorted. “You make it sound so simple,” he whispered, and Sonia bumped his shoulder.

“Even the hardest of tasks can be made simple with friends.” She said, and Link finally looked up.

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

Sonia stood and cleared her throat.

“Actually, Link, I’ve been meaning to show you something.”

“Really? Well, after the party—”

“Link… we should go now. I’ve been preparing it for so long, and I don’t know long the party will go, and heavens’ knows how long Zelda will stay asleep afterwards. It will take but a moment.”

Link frowned. “Then let me tell Ganondorf. He’ll be peeved if I miss any more—”

Sonia cupped his face. “He’s a chief, Link, a king. He’s a big boy.”

Link snorted. “Sometimes I’m not so sure.”

Link slid his shawl off, wrapping it around Fi and her scabbard to be able to safely hold her, then stood. Sonia’s smile was small, soft, but bright, and she offered Link an elbow. He took it.

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They walked in silence. Link enjoyed the respite from words, signed or otherwise, listening instead to Sonia’s gentle breaths and the thump of muted music from downstairs. He hoped this wouldn’t take too long; as much as he loved spending time with Sonia, he had been looking forward to the celebration ever since Ganondorf agreed to it and he would hate to miss any more of it.

Sonia moved with less of her usual grace, her gait sluggish and back stiff. Zelda, as adorable as the baby was, must have the queen beyond weary. Link debated offering her the chance to sit and take a break, but Sonia seemed determined to get them to their destination quickly.

They moved up, scaling a spiraling staircase with wide windows that opened to the gardens below, but the view from the windows was nothing compared to that from the roof. Link gasped as Sonia held open the door.

He could no longer hear music. The party was far, far behind them, but the party was quickly forgotten as Link took in the view. There seemed to be more stars in the past than there was in his Hyrule, though how he did not know. Sonia gestured for him to move to the edge, and Link did so, resting his palms on the stone railing and looking down. The drop stretched and stretched and stretched, and Link suddenly found himself yearning for his paraglider that he might be able to jump and take flight, becoming one with the wind and clouds and stars.

“Alright, Sonia. I’ll admit the view is beautiful, but what is it you needed to show me so badly?” Link said, his voice hanging near silently in the air, even in the quiet of the night.

Behind him, Sonia was still.

“…Sonia?”

“You know,” Sonia said, voice cold. “You are far too trusting.”

Link spun, just in time to see the Gerudo scimitar be flung his direction with deadly, pin point aim. Yet, before he even had time to dive out of the way, it froze. The blade hung perfectly still in the air, glowing a bright gold. Behind Sonia, arm outstretched, stone aglow at her breast, was another Sonia. Now that Link could see the two side by side, the flaws and cracks in the first was clear. Whatever she—whatever it—was, it was not Sonia.

“Oh, my. I must say, it’s a bit strange to hear myself say such a thing. I would like to think it is quite out of character. But then, you aren’t me, aren’t you, puppet?”

Puppet Sonia snarled and Sonia’s laugh was unaffected, unafraid. “Did you really think I hadn’t realized your deceit, Ganondorf? What a coward, sending magic to do what he himself cannot.” Sonia flicked her wrist and the blade dropped, though the light in her stone did not fade. Puppet Sonia’s beautiful, imperfect face twisted into a sneer and she laughed, going limp as a marionette whose stings had been cut, hanging there grotesquely before melting away into red goo.

Gloom.

“Stay back,” Link said as Sonia stepped closer to the red remanence, “that stuff is dangerous.”

“Are you alright?” Sonia asked, cupping Link’s face and tilting it this way and that. Link nodded.

“Fine. I’m fine. But you said—surely, he couldn’t—do really think that Ganondorf—?”

“Positive.” Sonia said darkly, pulling Link into a tight hug.

Link opened his mouth to tell her to let go, that they didn’t have the time for affection, when he was stopped by the sound of clapping. Link shoved Sonia behind him, hand going to Fi’s hilt. Blocking the door to back downstairs, stood two plainly dressed figures of blue and red, their faces hidden in gold, one’s arms crossed lazily while the other stood with her hip cocked, clapping, her movements slow and mocking. Twinrova.

“Her royal idiot and the sand rat finally figure it out.” They said in chorus, and Link could feel their smiles under their masks. Sonia straightened, holding out a glowing hand.

“Let us pass.”

“’Fraid we can’t do that, your Majesty.”

Sonia lifted her chin. “Fine. Then I shall make you.”

Sonia surged forward, and before the woman could even move, Fi was in Link’s hand, singing at the chance to be held, to be brandished, to draw blood. The blue Twinrova ran to meet him, her Gerudo longsword’s massive reach proving to be a problem against the Master Sword’s unfortunate new length. Link spun, dipping around her swings, tuning out Twinrova’s taunting voice as she whispered vicious, cruel words.

“Don’t worry. We’ll be merciful. We’ll take you out first so you don’t have to see your king follow. It’s a pity you didn’t get a knife in the back from the puppet—that’d be much, much kinder than what we’re going to do to you.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Link could see Sonia doing… something with her stone, jerking the other Twinrova’s arms this way and that, forcing her to hold positions and rewind, spinning her around via the manipulation of time itself. Link didn’t understand at all how she was doing it, but she was doing it well.

Link could hear footsteps, heavy and steady, and knew any minute now Rauru would be here, ready to put an end to the insurrection before it started. The thundering footfall grew louder and Link turned to see Rauru—

It was not the Zonai.

His jeweled fingers glittered, the green, black, and red robes fluttering softly in the slight breeze, not a red braid out of place. On his forehead, Ganondorf’s diadem was perfectly center, but the diamond that had once sat in its center was gone, leaving a gaping, open hole, ripe for the filling.

Ganondorf.

“Ganondorf, what the fuck is going—”

Ganondorf drew his blade, but he did not point it at his sisters, and Link’s gut filled with bitter cold as he realized Sonia had been right.

Link turned, abandoning Twinrova, and charged, Fi raised, ignoring the pain as her electricity rippled through his prosthetic. His blade met Ganondorf’s chest, only for it to slice through gloom. One Ganondorf, then two, then five, suddenly melted into existence, circling Sonia and Link tighter and tighter.

“How could you?” Link screamed, voice catching. The Phantom Ganons said nothing. “I trusted you! I vouched for you! I gave you chance after chance!”

He swung, Fi cutting through a limb here, a gut there, finding nothing but gloom and red. Was Ganondorf even fucking here? Behind him, Twinrova had drawn out Sonia, taking up all her attention, but the woman seemed capable of holding her own. A Phantom charged, and Link barely made it out of the way. He flipped back, but with so many opponents, it was near impossible to get the timing right for a flurry rush.

“You really think,” the Phantoms echoed, “that I would let this kingdom steamroll my people? Abuse the continent?”

A jab, a dodge, a slice that cut through gloom and nothing else, a lunge and roll under a blade, again, again, again, till sweat poured down Link’s face into his eyes. He couldn’t keep doing this. There was too many, too much.

“You’re a traitor!” Link spat, and the Phantoms laughed.

“Your king will bring nothing but destruction to this land. I am a savior.”

Link grit his teeth through the pain of Fi’s unstable magic racing up his arms, giving up on form and structure and lashing out blindly instead. Finally, finally, his sword met flesh.

Before him, Ganondorf looked down at the thin line of blood through the slash across his chest. His face darkened as he laughed, wiping it away. He raised his blade.

“I see now,” he rumbled, “why you failed against your Calamity. You are weak. You were then, and you are now.”

Link grimaced. He tried to move his blade, but with Fi screaming in his hand, pain searing up the prosthetic into flesh and bone as it met his shoulder, his movements were sporadic and sloppy, and the anger that had fueled him was quickly being replaced by exhaustion.

There were just too many. There was just too much. He—he wasn’t getting out of this, was he?

“Link—!”

Link didn’t process it at first. He almost swung at Sonia, not realizing the hands on him were from a friend and not a foe, but it wouldn’t have mattered if he had. Not with Ganondorf’s speed, not with Sonia throwing him back as he failed to raise Fi in time to block the man, prosthetic spluttering and sparking—not as Ganondorf’s blade cut from navel to breast, letting out a spray out red and heat. The lovers carved at Sonia’s chest were split clean in two, the secret stone between them clattering to the floor. Link lay on the ground where Sonia had thrown him, frozen as Ganondorf leaned down. He picked up the stone.

It was so small in his massive hands.

“SONIA!”

Link hauled himself to his feet and scrambled to her. Her dress had been split from stomach to neckline—as had her skin, cut from her belly all the way up her neck, red, hot, and slick, blood gushing forth. Link pressed down on her chest, but he wasn’t stupid. There was no saving this, no going back from that. Her eyes found his as she gripped his hands.

“You’re gonna be okay, I swear it, I—”

“Link…” She took one of his hands and slid it away from the wound, from the fat that still lingered on her stomach from pregnancy. He could feel something slimy and hot, and shuddered as he tried to pretend he didn’t know he was touching intestines. Instead, Sonia pulled Link’s hand towards Fi’s electrified hilt, eyes wide with pain, but not fear. “You must… protect…”

“Hylians have always been weak.” Twinrova said from behind him, and Link searched desperately for the earlier rage, but found nothing but numbness. He needed to get up. He needed to get up. He needed—

Something sharp pressed to the back on his neck from where he sat curled over Sonia’s wheezing body. If the sound was coming from her mouth or from her punctured lungs, Link wasn’t sure.

“You’ve done your best.” Ganondorf’s voice was surprisingly soft. “And I shall grant you a swift warrior’s death. It is simply the nature of the world. I shall save this continent, and your sacrifice will not be forgotten.”

Link needed to move. He needed to get out of here, take Sonia and run but… but he was tired. And he’d been fighting for so long, ever since he was old enough to hold that damn sword.

What would Zelda think, never getting to see him again? Zelda, Sidon, Teba, Riju, Paya… would they miss him?

Master…

Master!

Fi’s voice echoed in Link’s head. Sonia’s face was crimson below him.

Your job here is unfinished.

There are things you must yet do.

Get up!

Fi’s voice pounded behind his eyes, her usual metallic chime melding with a soft, rich, feminine voice that Link knew to well.

You are the light—our light—that must shine on Hyrule. Zelda whispered, her voice somehow far away and perfectly close. You cannot fail! Courage need not be remembered for it is never—

Link rolled, just as the sword came down. There was a horrible squelch as Ganondorf’s blade hit Sonia’s body instead of where Link had just been laying over it, and Sonia gave out a horrific screech before going still.

The door to the roof flew open, Rauru and Naboris emerging.

“What—” Naboris spat, eyes wide with horror as she took in the bloody sight, “the fuck have you done?”

Ganondorf’s gaze narrowed.

“What you were too cowardly to do.” He said, though if Link didn’t know any better, he’d say the man’s gaze softened with something pained as his eyes lingered on his aunt. Naboris unsheathed her twin swords.

“Can we kill her?” Twinrova shouted to their brother as they circled their aunt. Ganondorf grit his teeth.

He raised the stone, and Rauru’s breath caught at the sight of it, eyes finally finding his wife. The Zonai screamed, a horrible, bleeding sound that ripped through Link as he rushed to his wife’s side. Ganondorf paid him no mind. The stone seemed to beat in Ganondorf’s hand, some grotesque heartbeat as he placed it to the empty diadem.

All way quiet for a nanosecond, no sound but Link’s heartbeat, before the dark sky reddened and sound exploded around him—screaming wails pouring from the very skies like vile rain, along with red filth. Link’s eyes widened. He’d never seen so much gloom in his life, his skin burning as it rained down on the roof. Gloom seeped from the ground, pooling around them, sloshing across the ground like waves before a storm and hovering in the air as the sky became scarlet.

The moon swelled, bloody and red.

Ganondorf screamed. He doubled over, and Link couldn’t help the split second of an urge he felt to go to him, to make sure his friend wasn’t in pain. Ganondorf panted, curling around himself as the gloom thickened, and let out a horrible, gut wrenching, inhuman sound.

When Ganondorf straightened, Link almost didn’t recognize him. His warm brown skin was grey, his forehead sprouting still-growing horns, his hair slithering behind him like fiery snakes. Suddenly, it clicked. The flaming hair, the elegant, gloom covered clothes, and bastardized Gerudo diadem on his head— Link’s stomach dropped as he put together the pieces.

The mummy.

Link thought he might vomit, then and there.

Gloom poured down on them. Link could feel it sap at his strength as Rauru cradled Sonia beside him. Ganondorf alone was untouched by the filth, seeming almost to feed on it.

That wasn’t Ganondorf. Not anymore. Link wasn’t sure what the fuck it was, but that creature was something utterly inhuman.

“You’re too late, your Majesty” Ganondorf rumbled, his voice ringing in Link’s ears despite how far away he stood. His smile was chilling, triumphant and proud as he addressed Rauru. “You took for granted the godlike powers in your hands—do you now see the potential you squandered? As for her—” Ganondorf gestured flippantly to Sonia, as if he hadn’t been eating elbow to elbow with her that morning, as if he hadn’t held her child. “She is merely the first victim of your arrogance. I had planned to take the boy from you, but she did well enough. You tried to control me, Rauru, to control all the continent, and you shall die knowing you have failed!”

Link struggled to his feet. Exhaustion pulled on him, but his grip on Fi’s hilt had never felt stronger. Ganondorf chuckled.

“Really, Link?”

Link spat at his feet.

“Very well. Fight me, and loose pitifully, but do not look away when I strike you down, sand rat. You must witness the arrival of a King, and the birth of his new world.”

Link grit his teeth.

Eyes on your enemy, Zelda, Fi, and someone distinctly holy he didn’t recognize, spoke into his very brain, their voices overlapping into a brilliantly divine song. You must not fail.

Link raised Fi. He no longer felt her spasm in his grasp, and if it did, it would not have mattered anyways.

He would not fail.

#spider/fly #my writing

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THE MAIN PROTAGONIST IS AMONG US!!! It’s time for Scarlet post!!!

[EVERYTHING HERE WAS WRITTEN BY THE OWNER OF THE CHARACTER]

Scarlet is the main character of this story. She is a Dhampir meaning she is half Human and half Vampire. She has all the powers of a Vampire but none of the weaknesses. She has the best of both worlds when it comes to Humans and Vampires. She dreams of being a Hunter one day. Her Swords is named Blut. It's the ancient sword of the Vampire Royal Family. It's said to be always bloodthirsty, using the blood of enemies to heal its wielder and to strengthen them the more victims the blade makes. Scarlet sometimes hunts animals for food but that's more of a hobby.

Personality: Scarlet is an ambitious and brave young Dhampir. She tends to be the leader of her friend group despite her arguments with Mara. She's a positive person who tries to look on the bright side but can and will fight back if she feels like she or her friends are being mistreated. Like all Vampires, she tends to hiss at anyone being hostile towards her or her friends to intimidate them.

Backstory: Scarlet is the daughter of the Vampire Queen Camilla and a Famous Hunter. Her father had a plan to seduce Camilla and kill her in her sleep. This half worked as they ended up sleeping together but she caught him in the act. After a struggle, Scarlet's father barely managed to escape. Nine Months later Camilla appeared at the Hunter Organisation headquarters looking for Scarlet's father. She murdered any Hunter who got in her way. When she found him she introduced Scarlet to him and said she was his child. She gave her to him and vanished. Scarlet's father didn't care for her and put her up for adoption. Scarlet was later adopted by a woman named Cassy in Hunter City, with whom she has lived almost her entire life. Abilities: While all her abilities are weaker than a Vampire's, she can still do all the things a Vampire can do:

-Can drink blood or eat food;

-Increased straight;

-Increased Speed;

-Can use some mild blood magic;

-Increased agility;

-Increased stamina;

-Increased senses;

-Increased reflexes;

-Increased endurance;

-Healing Factor; Weaknesses:

-She is slightly affected by the weaknesses but they don't do much more than cause mild discomfort for her.

-She can go out in the sun, she does get sunburned more easily but she won't be killed by the sun.

-She can eat garlic, though she does have a mild allergic reaction to it, it's nothing on the level of what a Vampire gets.

-She can tough silver with little issues. Most Vampires get a burning sensation when they touch Sliver but Scarlet doesn't.

-She is not affected by Holy Water as much. She gets nothing more than some mild discomfort. Relationships:

Cassy: She is her adoptive mother. Scarlet is fully aware that she is Cassy's by adoption they just don't make a big deal out of it. Scarlet refers to Cassy by her name rather than the title mom. Scarlet knows that Cassy isn't a good role model but doesn't mind. She knows Cassy loves her deeply and she loves Cassy as well. Cassy respects Scarlet's privacy and lets her do her own thing.

Mara: She is Scarlet's second best friend and frienemy. Scarlet often gets annoyed with Mara's pride and arrogance. They often argue and compete against each other but, deep down, they do care about each other and stand by each other. Scarlet thinks they probably wouldn't be friends without Toby. She sees Mara's magic as a valuable asset. Scarlet knows that Mara originally only became friends with her to spite Delara but has grown to see her as a real "friend."

Toby: He is Scarlet's best friend. He's one of the only people she gets along with and likes. They both bone over being Cryptids and being social outcasts. She thinks Toby is a sweet kind boy who enjoys how friendly he is. She wants to help Toby get out of his shell and help him master his wolf form. Scarlet is ok with Toby having 2 best friends. Delara: She is the school bully who picks on Scarlet and her friends. Scarlet gets picked on her the most and they often fight. Delara calls Scarlet a Leech since she's half Vampire. She hates Scarlet on a very personal level as she blames her for her father's death, which Scarlet is unaware of. She thinks that Delara is just a bully.

Camilla: Scarlet has had some contact with Camilla but nothing more than a birthday card or sometimes a gift. Scarlet's sword was actually a birthday gift from Camilla. Scarlet has never written Camilla back as she's afraid of her and sees her as a monster (which she is). Getting a birthday card from her is something she dreads every year.

Scarlet's Father: Scarlet has never even met her father. She knows who he is but she has never met or heard from him in any way, shape or form. Scarlet has no real interest in meeting her father. As far as she cares he might as well not even exist.

#Diary of The Dhampir #DOTD #original character #original story #Scarlet #dhampir #commission #open commissions #commissions open #exjr commissions

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Buffy Summers,

Full Name: Buffy Anne Summers Nicknames: Anne, Belinda, Joan, Buffster, B, Bunny, Goldilocks, Slayaaa. Date Of Birth: January 19th, 1981 Times she died: June 2, 1997 ( bitten & drowned by The Master, revived by Xander ). May 22, 2001 ( resurrected by magic & pulled out of heaven by her friends - October 9, 2001 ) Place Of Birth: Los Angeles, California. Current residence: Los Angeles, California. Past residence: Sunnydale | Chicago | London Gender: Female Species: Human, Slayer. Orientation: Pansexual greyromantic

Face claim: Olivia Taylor Dudley Cursed immortality au: Emily Rose

Past relationships: Angel, Riley Finn, Malika ( first girlfriend, 2001 - 2003 - deceased, died when the crater imploded Sunnydale. ) Height & Weight: 5'3", 122 pounds. Hair & Eyes: brown ( dyed golden dirty / bronze creamy or cool ash blonde ) & blue. Measurements: 38-26-36 inches body type: voluptuous, athletic. sizes: 10 ( dress ) | 8.5 ( shoes ) favorite colors: mauve, lilac. Piercings: two in each ear. Tattoo(s): claddagh ring ( upper back, on the left side with a crack in the heart ), a series of purple outlined fleur de lis ( all the way down her right arm in a spiral to her wrist ). Occupation: Part time consulting detective for LAPD's supernatural investigations unit. Part time security for The Magic Box #2.

Parents: Hank ( father, estranged ) & Joyce ( mother, deceased. ) Education: Hemery High School ( kicked out ), Sunnydale High School ( graduated ), UC Sunnydale ( dropped out junior year ). languages: English ( native ), French ( fluent ), Latin. Religion: Kemetism practitioner, specifically Kemetic Orthodoxy. ( link one, link two. ) Affiliations: Scooby Gang, Summers family, Watchers Council, UC Sunnydale, Angel Investigations, Slayer Organization, Magic Council. fighting style: kickboxing, boxing and street-fighting. hobbies: ice skating, journaling. Vehicle: 2018 Harley-Davidson Sportster 883 SuperLow. Weapons of choice: single shot bolt action crossbow ( complete with wrist gauntlets to hold the tetrodotoxin dipped arrow heads ), mʔ ( scythe ), stakes, holy water, short sword, sacramental bread / wafers, crucifixes. ( stored in an refurbished steamer trunk that has a removable organizer drawer on the top to hide the contents. )

about buffy's glasses: They're not like regular eyeglasses, although in appearance they certainly seem to be. They're actually Schufftein glasses ( hellboy reference! ), making it easier for her to see the true form of things that are otherwise hidden to the naked eye / mere mortals. faeries, wesen ( when woged ), hellhounds, Shadowhunters ( when using the glamor rune ). ( added fact: Buffy does not wear the glasses 24/7, nor are they always with her when she's out and about. Due to being a rare and highly valued item, they're protected by magic and will only appear to her should she need them. If stolen ? They will immediately return to her or to where they're hidden. )

POWERS/ABILITIES,

Physical combat: As with every Slayer, Buffy possessed a natural proficiency with virtually all forms of weaponry and unarmed combat styles, and in addition to this she had years of combat training to hone in her skills using various martial arts (particularly jiu jitsu and aikido). Buffy tended towards a more improvisational approach to fighting, utilizing her emotions and anything in her environment that could help best her enemy. Her insistence to "go with the flow" during fights was sometimes looked down upon by others who considered her technique too "sloppy," but Buffy believed this gave her the upper hand. Even without her Slayer powers, Buffy retained her fighting skills and years of training; when temporarily stripped of her powers in the Supernatural Crisis Act, she was able to take on a human MMA fighter and defeat him.

Senses: Slayers possessed a heightened awareness of their surroundings, allowing them, with experience, to know the position of an attacker and fight them blindfolded or in the dark. As example of this, Buffy was able to pinpoint the position of invisible Marcie Ross by standing silently for a few seconds before landing a perfect punch; throw a ball at Giles after being spun while blindfolded; and sensed a trio of invisible demons quietly entering the room, alerted just in time to turn around and block an attack. However, Buffy never fully developed the Slayer power to sense supernatural activity, not knowing Angel and Willow were vampires until they revealed their demonic visage. Buffy normally relying on her wits to discern demons and vampires from humans, such as dated clothing indicating an immortal creature.

Psychic link: This link collected the memories of all past Slayers, experiences helped hone their skills and aid them in future battles. It allowed communication between coexisting Slayers through dreams, as Buffy and Faith shared several dreams when Faith was in a coma, providing the first cryptic reference to Dawn's arrival and Buffy's own death. Prophetic dreams: This ability allowed Buffy to foresee events such as various of her foes for her first year in Sunnydale, Angel losing his soul, Jenny Calendar's deception, the arrival of the Gentlemen, and the deaths of the Potentials Slayers by the Harbingers of Death.

Intellect: Although she was sometimes considered a dumb blonde by herself and others, Buffy frequently showed herself to be quite intelligent, possessing strong leadership skills and having a natural flair for tactical planning. Prominent examples of Buffy's intelligence included her near-perfect S.A.T. score, her defeat of Zachary Kralik by using his dependency on anti-psychotic medication against him, her quick deduction of the Buffybot's true nature, her rapid deduction of Riley's affiliation to the Initiative based on weeks of evidence, and her immediate realization of Katrina Silber's true murderer upon hearing her name at the police station. Mystical protection: After becoming the leader to the activated Slayers, Xander commented that Buffy had some degree of mystical protection over her then, at least while she slept. To that end, her protection meant even daggers split apart so as not to pierce her skin.

Mystical link with Willow: After years in their friendship and alliance, Buffy was able to initiate a telepathic conversation with Willow. Their connection was strong to the point that even when unconscious, Willow could channel an amount of her power at will through Buffy, allowing her to conjure up a shield and a fist-enhancing gauntlet made out of green magical energy.

HEADCANONS,

!!: Canon Divergent #01 - Dawn is not acknowledged as her sister. When she arrived in season five it was solely as something to be protected by the Scooby Gang in the guise of a human. !!: Canon Divergent #02 - When Sunnydale got swallowed by the crater, those remaining got on the bus and headed to Los Angeles to help out Angel Investigations in their final battle against the legion of hell.

still has the cross necklace that angel gave her, however she no longer wears it ( keeps it in a little sealed baggy for safe keeping ). before leaving sunnydale, she got herself another one along with a ring that bears a cross too ( as an added measure when fighting vampires ). - after “bad eggs”; buffy no longer will eat eggs – scrambled, fried, as an omelet, etc etc, — she also has an aversion to scorpions as well. ( just eggs by their lonesome where she has to visibly see them, otherwise? she’s fine. ) the eggs make her physically sick and she will stomp the hell out of any scorpion, should she encounter it. ( alas that leaves her out of ever having pho. ) - after the incident with having to work at the Doublemeat Palace, buffy also no longer will eat hamburgers, cheeseburgers or even plant based impossible burgers. all of it ( just like eggs ! ) makes her physically sick. ( she can eat sausage patties and vegetables on their own. ) - buffy sold the house six months after joyce passed away in 2001, for a while she lived in the back room at the magic shop before getting an apartment with dawn and willow near UC Sunnydale. ( the potential slayers were trained in the back room of the magic shop, some would sleep there on the training mats as well until giles had the storage space above the magic shop refurbished into a living space for the remaining potential slayers to call home. ) - buffy still has nightmares about what happened with Adam & The Initiative ( along with her trauma from having to crawl out of her own grave ). - remember when angel gave buffy the claddagh ring? well, she gave it back after that visit to los angeles because they weren’t together anymore & she CLAIMED to not want any further past attachments. well, she was hiding a secret from him. buffy has a claddagh ring tattoo on her upper back, on the left side with a crack in the heart. - buffy still has trauma from having to crawl out of her coffin, she no longer sleeps under blankets or with the door closed as a result of it. as a matter of fact, for many years after coming back ? she’s attended group meetings at the nearest church for those who have ptsd from traumatic events in their life. - giles opened up a second magic box in downtown los angeles months after the final battle. willow some of the new slayers work there, as does buffy who is part time security. willow and dawn also teach magic classes to witches who show actual potential with mentoring from giles. - willow & giles are also in the long haul hunt to locate & train descendants of the Svear priestesses in order to reform the powerful cult and hope to make them allies. - as of 2018, buffy has been taking several life skills classes – whether it’s online through skill share or in person at the local high school. ( she did consider going back to college but since sunnydale was swallowed into a crater, she’d never be able to get her transcripts. )

- added February 8th 2023 - With Giles restarting the Watcher's Council, and there being a smaller ( but slowly growing in allies / local assistance ) on Oahu? slayers will begin to get a daily allowance/per diem when the funding is large enough. the council will also be paying for plane tickets, rental vehicles, hospital bills, room/board and clothing *again* once the funding is big enough. ( on oahu they're trying to renovate a home big enough to potentially house a few slayers who decide to visit or stay, probably put bunk beds in each room depending. )

— buffy wasn't ever really IN LOVE with riley, there was chemistry yes but the connection wasn't the same. the events with The Initiative also made her less and less inclined to want to be intimate / vulnerable with him so when they broke up? she was far from upset, more indifferent about it. — never won fiesta queen ( which is similar to may queen at Sunnydale high ) — spike was the last victim to the scythe while the Slayers were down in the depths, fighting off the hellmouth legion. ( to eradicate any remaining evil – chemical bombs had been set off as they were driving out of town to get to safety. so, her sunnydale is an irradiated zone and sealed off by the government. the crater still happened. ) — after angel left sunnydale & buffy saw him / came to los angeles that one time ? ( where he became human because of that demon & time got reversed so he could stop it. ) their connection hasn't been the same since, even less so after he helped faith out ( and they fought about it ). she no longer has any romantic feelings / a deep seeded connection to him, however she doesn't hate him either. she's grown a lot in their time apart, learned to love herself and realized that wishing she could've changed the past was holding her back. – she is a Kemetism practitioner, specifically Kemetic Orthodoxy. ( link one, link two. )

added November 2nd 2022: buffy loves foreign films. this stems from that one time where her, will and xander were watching that old hindi/Bollywood movie ( episode reference - reptile boy ). much to the annoyance of dawn, buffy will also change the language ( dubbing it ) of any movie they own on DVD ( made in english first ) if she can. or she mutes the movie and changes the subtitles to another language.

added November 3rd 2022: since about her brief stint in college, buffy takes vitamins. women's dailies, d3, tumeric and ginger, b12, vitamin a, calcium, and iron. despite the fact that a slayer's genetics are different than others ( her healing fast after angel fed from her in graduation part i ), she's not as young as she used to be and it's still important to maintain her best physical condition.

( added December 16th 2022 ): After Joyce passed away, Buffy definitely withdrew / became a little more hesitant when hugging ANYONE. Even her friends. It wasn't something any of them did, and they know that ... it was just - there's a hole that was left after losing her mom and she was someone that Buffy could always run to for comfort. And then one day, she couldn’t anymore. So, it's been a challenge for her.

( added December 19th 2022 ): buffy enjoys spicy asian food. specifically korean, thai, and vietnamese food. if something is not spicy enough for her, she adds two teaspoons of thai chili oil.

— Buffy has a collection of bath bombs, bath salts, various essential oils, & face masks she keeps on a shelf in a basket in her bathroom. — There's also a diffuser in her bedroom along with diffuser sticks. Seated on the bureau / chest of dresser drawers in the corner. — her foot massager tub is kept under the sink, or sometimes on a little stool in the bathroom. she will use mainly Epsom salt or sometimes bath salts, depends on her mood. – Speaking of mood ! Buffy has another shelf in the bathroom that houses candles or an incense burner, which she uses also depends on her mood. – Several playlists are used for when she's needing to calm down after having a hard day / night. — Journaling always happens for about an hour or two post feel better bath, usually with a cup of chai tea that Willow will make for her. — Buffy also meditates / still does Tai Chi in the very early mornings ( in her bedroom or in the living room with incense burning — in the living room if Dawn & Willow aren't home but neither girl minds truthfully ).

added, september 4th: Buffy will often go walking after a really bad fight ( vs. the supernatural ) or if she can't sleep while it's raining out. She tends to get looked at a little funny because she'll wear rain boots to keep her feet dry, but still get soaked in the process. There's been a few times where she's had cuts and bruises forming or fully visible and people stop her to ask if she's okay. Her response? "I'm breathing, this will all heal soon." And keeps walking.

added, september 5th: the reformed Watchers Council has two headquarters now. One in Los Angeles which is the chapter that Giles is in charge of and in one Hawaii, specifically on the island of Oahu. Every three to four months, Giles leaves LA for a couple of weeks to discuss in person with the head of the council ( currently unnamed ) there what paranormal occurrences are happening. Giles has mentioned a few times before that they're also looking to add two more new council chapters. One in Europe and one in Russia. Buffy's eyeglasses - They're not like regular eyeglasses, although in appearance they certainly seem to be. They're actually Schufftein glasses ( hellboy reference! ), making it easier for her to see the true form of things that are otherwise hidden to the naked eye / mere mortals. faeries, wesen ( when woged ), hellhounds, Shadowhunters ( when using the glamor rune ). ( added fact: Buffy does not wear the glasses 24/7, nor are they always with her when she's out and about. Due to being a rare and highly valued item, they're protected by magic and will only appear to her should she need them. If stolen ? They will immediately return to her or to where they're hidden. )

added, April 5th 2033: buffy has a minimalist cuff forged out of cold iron. giles had it made for her and gave it to her when she came back from london. ( since 2013. ) ( disclaimer: cold iron is deadly towards fae folk. at least when used as a forged weapon. in this instance, buffy wearing it means she cannot be influenced by faerie magic. )

CURSED IMMORTALITY RELATED,

Name: Engelfrid ( “The angel of peace,” from the Anglo-Saxon engel (angel) and the Germanic fridu (peace). ) Designation: Buffy's assigned Envoy for The Powers That Be. Species: Seraphim Gender: Male Face claim: Neil Brown Jr. ( secondary face claim: Zeeko Zaki - 10/02/2023 ) Location: Nomad, goes wherever Buffy ends up. important headcanon: Engelfrid is Buffy's direct contact with TPTB. He's how she ends up with all the background information/resources needed ( references, new identity, clean background, etc ). link 001: × link 002: × link 003: ×

In the spring of 2001, Buffy Summers leapt to her death to once again save the world from dark devastation when the portal had been opened with Dawn's blood. Her friends mourned the loss, buried her and when things started to get utterly confusing with the "buffybot"? Willow decided it was time to bring her back from the dead – the problem was, the infinite POWERS THAT BE had chosen that first. Without Buffy needing to crawl out of her own grave. She just — well, her consciousness anyway — had to pick a new body. She also had to agree to ONE NEW TERM: that every twenty-seven years she would sequester herself in a small town so that anyone with prior knowledge of her existence outside the town would be too old or have forgotten her. It has to be the SAME town every single time too, an envoy from the PTB will show up a week ahead of time ( May 22nd being her death day ) to make sure she gets to the small town - Leavenworth, Washington. ( June 2023 update! ) originally the terms of the agreement with TPTB was to never to return to California, however six years ago ( 2017 ) they changed their minds. Buffy is no longer in her previous body so her old friends would never recognize her to begin with.

Because of her continued sacrifice to always save the world, the powers that be granted Buffy the curse of immortality. Stuck forever to watch anyone she starts to remotely care about to age and eventually pass away. Despite being immortal now, she is still THE SLAYER from the original line – potentials spread out across the world, either being found by a watcher or learning to fight on their own against the forces of darkness.

Buffy's whereabouts after rising from the dead ( so to speak ) are currently unknown. Just that she's alive and working for the local police department as a freelance consultant about "strange and unusual cases". That envoy provides her with fake references, work backgrounds, whatever else she might need while helping to purge the forces of evil from the world once more. Presently, she goes by the name of Olivia Rose and speaks with a faint Irish accent, telling people she was born in Cork.

( future plot plans, 12/27/2023 ) —- while either in town or out of town, Buffy's home in Leavenworth will implode on itself and create a mystic portal, leaving only a tailsman behind that she can find. Said portal will siphon energy from those who pass by, not a lot — just enough to make a person tired ( a whole group of people however wouldn’t feel anything ). Building up power over time and EVENTUALLY rooting itself deeply into the spot, so that monsters could start to come through from anywhere ( from any lore imaginable. )

Additional information: Absolute Immortality: Cannot age. Immune to all diseases, toxins and drugs and anything related to life and death. All wounds and injuries heal instantly. Immortality applies to not only the body but mind and soul as well, rendering the user truly "absolute". Power is absolute, so it can never be removed, nor can the user's existence from timelines. Only Omnipotent Beings can truly kill or even Affect users of this Type of immortality. face claim: Emily Rose

#( about the character; buffy summers. )

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tragcdysewn · 2 months

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was that gong jun? oh no no, that was just shen qingqiu, a canon character from scum villain’s self saving system. they are twenty four years old, use he/him, and are aware that they are not actually from washington dc. too bad they can’t stray from this city for long.

how long has your character been here:

about two years now, he's still not entirely convinced this isn't a bonus chapter of the book he lives in, but his physical age is about twenty six

what is your character’s job:

peak lord money transferred over, so he doesn't really need to work, but he teaches young students at the salvatore school

where has your character been pulled from in their fandom:

initially, he was pulled from the battle at cang qiong mountain, but now is pulled from the extras, where he's happily married

has any magic affected your character:

like i said, he was temporarily missing memories, and the system is pretty much completely silent, not that he trusts that at all

and any other information you might find useful for us and the other members to know:

originally born as shen yuan in modern day beijing, he was the third son of a rich, affluent family, who got away with lazing about on his father's dime while his brothers took over the family business. he attended beijing university, but bounced between majors because he was entirely unsure what he wanted out of life

most of his time was spent reading trashy web novels and blowing too much money on extras and merch for them, despite constantly trashing them. his favorite most hated, was a novel called proud immortal demon way, about a half demon cultivator named luo binghe

he was obsessed with this book, and commented on every chapter to flame it and the author, and finally finished all ten million words of it just before his death. while it's unknown how proud immortal demon way ended, it enraged him, and he died of food poisoning, his final words being 'dumbfuck author, dumbfuck novel!'

his dying curse activated an entity known only as the system, which transmigrated him into the main villain of proud immortal demon way, luo binghe's abusive former master, shen qingqiu, who was fated to be torn limb from limb and left barely alive by the protagonist

he takes this remarkably well, mostly just freaking out about his fated death, and decides he simply won't abuse binghe, and he'll be fine. he has to work to unlock the ability to act ooc, but he does, and begins to treat binghe much better, until an unavoidable plot event forces him to push binghe into the endless abyss, seemingly undoing all his efforts

knowing binghe will return in five years, he takes precautions to be able to escape. during these plans, he learns that a martial brother of his is not only a fellow transmigrator, but the author of the novel itself, also planted in a character fated to a brutal death. they ally, and even become friends while attempting to escape their fates

unfortunately, binghe returns early, and qingqiu panics, thinking he intends to murder him. he does end up framed for some horrific crimes, and assumes that it's binghe's doing. he escapes, and commits suicide in front of binghe to save him from the corruption of his cursed sword, knowing he'll wake up in the backup body he'd planted years earlier

he does wake, but it takes five years, and he discovers that, in that time, binghe has kept his body, attempting to resurrect him using the holy mausoleum. another of qingqiu's martial brothers, however, manages to steal his body back, leading binghe to seige the sect, which results in qingqiu revealing himself and going with binghe, who he's begun to realize has romantic feelings for him, to stop the carnage

he is then kidnapped by binghe's father, tianlang-jun, in an attempt to get to his son. binghe and qingqiu manage to escape, and honestly so much more miscommunication happens after this, they take every opportunity to clear up their shit and spit on it, but it ends with binghe being fully corrupted by his sword, and working with his father to merge the human and demon realms

qingqiu makes some really questionable choices that i refuse to get into on here, feel free to google it or ask me in dms, but it basically boils down to him realizing he loves binghe and choosing to die to save him. the system then gives him a second life due to changing the story for the better, and he runs off with binghe to get married immediately

they have a happy married life, and work through their issues... kind of. qingqiu does still regularly claim he's heterosexual in spite of being a man married to a man, but that is irrelevant. binghe doesn't seem to mind, so who cares?

in dc, he's struggling with the system not controlling his every move. he can't help but wonder if there's going to eventually be consequences, because there's no way, in his mind, he could be free for good from the system

he also always carries a hand fan, because it's a great way to conceal your emotions when you are the most emotive dude to ever exist, and he does not want to be perceived

#hw: intro #suicide mention tw #death mention tw

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hxnarii · 2 years

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So heres me talking about the fate stay night protaganist

His parents were killed at the end of the 3rd(iirc) holy grail war because of some fire, kiritsugu saved him and with just that. He was happy.

In the hospital kiritsugu asked shirou if he wanted to come to the church with kotomine or come with him. Of course he'd choose his savior

He taught shirou magecraft enough to save him, but also enough to not kill him, he told him that if he wanted to save people then he wouldn't be like the other mages— but shirou didn't admire mages he admired his old man kiritsugu

Living on his own with taiga as his caretaker, but let's be real shirou does most of the caretaking himself, he's been working part time jobs training his magecraft everyday

Shirou reality marble is like a machine, but he has the freedom to do everything he wants. The sword were more like how many times he had too kill himself to save another

Even if he saw what was set in stone in the future for him, HE STILL CHOOSED TO BELIEVE HIS BELIEFS and accepted every thing that fate brings

In the ubw route

Rin was consulting him for his self destructive behaviour and tells him that he should really focus on himself more.

In school Rin was horrified how shirou showed no attachment at seeing several dead bodies , making a indication that his emotionally disconnected

In the HF route he disbands his alliance with Rin for sakura, in a psychological level sakura is also as traumatized as shirou she tried to keep those traumatic events for all herself which maybe why out of all the routes he decided to throw this ideals in this route away

Even kirei told him that "If u let her alive, she will kill a lot people you know that? "

"Yep"

"You ok with that?"

"Yep"

He was OKAY with that aslong he could keep sakura happy

When he got archers arm , Rin also realised that he was messed up in the head he denied it but he can't really keep running forever

If he had to go to the past he would be stuck in the endless nightmare like saber

When he realised that kotomine wished for the fire to happen again from 10 years ago

kotomine wasone of the main contributer to the way shirou is

But kotomine and shirou didn't hold a grudge against each other. As seen in the kirei vs shirou fight we SEE that shirou actually liked kirei, compared to the kotomime vs kiritsugu

When shirou was willing to give up his life illya came to transfer his soul to a puppet

By using the 3rd magic

This puppet was made by toko aozaki from Kara no kyokai the most skilled puppet master

If illya completed the 3rd magic he would be a God, technically. And he would have unlimited mana because it would ALWAYS be flowinv to him

Anyway that's all for today thank u for listening to my shirou emiya rambles

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ashitakaxsan · 3 years

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It gets my Interest,it looks like “My next Life As A Villainess:All Roades Lead To Doom”,but it’s not a copy.It’s really original plot:

“ Leonis, the Undead King, is being attacked by the six heroes after allying with the Goddess of Rebellion. Seeing his imminent defeat, he seals himself away for a thousand years. However, when he awakens he is no longer the undead king but instead a ten-year-old boy! To make things more complicated, the young girl who rescues him – Riselia Ray Crystalia – thinks he is a refugee from the Voids, evil monsters that have wiped out three quarters of humanity and take on the aspects of mythological creatures. When they are attacked, Leonis discovers his powers are reduced, and Riselia takes a mortal blow meant for him. After dispatching the creatures he uses his necromancy to bring her back to life. With their fates entwined, she takes him back to one of humanity's last bastions where she is enrolled as a Holy Sword to defend humanity against the Voids. Leonis must learn about the circumstances of this new world without revealing his own true nature in the process”.

#Demon sword master of excalibur academy #yu shimizu #seirei tsukai no blade dance #asagi tosaka #girly air force #leonis the undead king #riselia ray crystalia #fantasy world #sword and sorcery #school of magic #the hero is stuck in a child's body #leonis x riselia #boy and girl interesting dynamics #holy sword #humanity's last bastion #humans vs voids #dark lord #light novel #elfine phillet platoon operator

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absolutepokemontrash · 3 years

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The Brothers and Side Characters Play the Sims

I don’t know what possessed me to make this but WHATEVER. I’ve been playing the Sims since I was a wee little girl, and I’ve seen my fair share of weird Sims stuff that I feel would fit these bozos perfectly.

My Sims have a Functional Family Life Because I Don’t (Lucifer)

God dammit Levi’s obsessed with another game... ugh.

Spends 5 minutes in Create-a-Sim and hops into a starter home.

Lucifer’s the type to start with all the average stuff and then build their stuff up as his sim gets promotions.

It’s just... so peaceful...

...he’s adopting a dog.

Look at his new little virtual family... his sim-kids are self sufficient and getting A’s in school, his Sim spouse MC or Diavolo take your pick loves his Sim-self, his sim-dog-

WAIT NO- THE DOG’S AN ELDER?!

AAAAAAAAAAAAA-

...

He’s fine. It was just a virtual dog. *sniffle*

He’s now spending his free time drinking Demonus and playing the Sims.

What’s a mod? Levi why does your sim have gun?

Behold, My Gorgeous Home... It’s a Box (Mammon)

Mammon, like the rest of the HOL, is mooching off of Levi’s Origin account.

“AW SHIT! This house looks awesome! I’m gonna build it for Sim-me to live in!”

Mammon proceeds to build a box with rooms. Yay...

He just picks the funnest sounding job if he picks any job at all for his Sim. That’s how he ended up making 9 dollars an hour in the criminal career.

Didn’t stop Mammon from buying that solid gold bathroom set from Get Famous... a box with solid gold bathrooms.

His Sim is broke send help-

“Leviiiiiii my sim needs money... the people my sim kidnapped and is forcing to paint aren’t making enough money...” “Ugh... press control shift C and type ‘motherlode’.”

...Levi made a mistake.

“FUCK YEAH! MOTHERLODE!”

His sim’s life is so chaotic, he has a piranha pool that his sim has almost died in twice, the sim is carrying on several torrid love affairs, his sim got struck by lightning, his sim has nearly died in a grilled cheese making accident twice... in the same day.

At least once Sim-Mammon and Sim-MC get married things calm down a little.

Mammon finds out what custom content is and proceeds to download EVERYTHING HE CAN FIND.

And now he’s asking Levi why his computer is running so slow.

Expansion Pack King (Leviathan)

He got into it back when the Sims 2 was new, he’s a veteran fan.

“Bro remember when Agnes Crumplebottom would show up and whack the shit out of your sims if they were flirting?”

“Remember when that witch would show up randomly on the lot you were on if you had Makin’ Magic?”

“Remember when Bella Goth was abducted by aliens and we just... didn’t question it?”

He whines about the Sims4 and how crappy it is but still buys every expansion pack, game pack, and stuff pack.

This boy watches like 40 hours of built tutorials and ends up sobbing over his weird roofs.

“WHY DOESN’T IT LOOK AS NICE AS THE ONE I’M LOOKING AT?! THIS ISN’T FAIR!”

The mod folder is so full istg-

Levi gets custom content for the sole purpose of making his favourite fictional characters.

This is why Henry and the Lord of Shadows are married and Ruri-chan and Sim-Levi are roommates.

Oh my god they were roommates-

Levi also added his brothers to the world and uh... Sim-Mammon died in a tragic pool accident F.

Levi then proceeded to befriend the Grim Reaper.

He’s anxiously awaiting the release of Paralives.

Wait Gameplay? In This Build Simulator? (Satan)

Satan’s here to build and leave. Gameplay who?

Our favourite bundle of rage is a master architect and the amount of followers on the Gallery he has shows it.

He takes up those build shell challenges and always ends up making them look positively perfect.

Asmo’s always using his houses, and Satan often takes requests when he gets bored.

No Mammon, he reserves the right to refuse to build a golden castle for you- YOUR SIM HAS 40 SIMOLEONS-

No mods, no CC, he’s building with what EA gave him.

...and EA gave him debug objects, and he’s not going to explain how to get them.

The one time he did actually play with a family... it was one sim and seven cats.

He tries to play without cheats... and ends up getting frustrated and turns on cheats.

All hail the Pets Expansion Pack.

Custom Content Soap Opera (Asmodeus)

Asmo spends 5 hours in Create a Sim then just... clicks out of the game.

That’s how it goes most of the time, buuuuuut when he gets super invested in a family he’s made, boy howdy is he INVESTED.

Sim A is carrying on an affair with Sim C who’s in love with Sim B who’s married to Sim A but Sim D wants to kill Sim A and C even though they’re the illegitimate child of Sim C-

When Asmo realizes that in the Sims 4 he needs to manufacture all the drama himself and he can’t just sit back with a glass of wine and watch the fireworks, he switches to the Sims 2 and 3.

“...why is this old lady beating up my Sim..?”

He immediately recoils in horror upon seeing how ugly the Sims are pre Sims4.

HE NEEDS TO FIX THIS-

Ah, there we go, perfect. Custom Content to the rescue!

He ends up remaking the entire world just so he doesn’t have to look at weird looking Sims.

Asmo is the only one to have finished a proper Legacy Challenge, but it gets crazy chaotic after gen 3.

“My sim just got abducted by aliens and now he’s pregnant- WHAT?!”

He has about 40 saves and only two he actually plays.

Just a Big Ol’ Happy Family (Beelzebub)

Beel found the game, proceeded to make everyone in create-a-sim to the best of his abilities, and made everyone get along.

That’s why Sim-Lucifer and Sim-Belphie are on a swing set together, they’re friends :D

“Hey Luke do you think you can make this?” “I-is that a cake shaped like a hamburger?” “Yes. Please make.”

He took one look at the cooking options and decided to max out his Sim’s cooking skill to unlock all the options.

Beel proceeded to drool all over his keyboard. Gross...

Boy howdy did he have some crazy dinner suggestions!

Overall, very wholesome Sim-life, except for the time Sim-Levi died because the toilet caught fire, don’t worry, Sim-Beel knows how to make ambrosia.

All is good in the Sim save...

...until Sim-Beel ate pufferfish nigiri and fuckin died-

Wait Did I Not Pause- (Belphie)

Huh, this game looks fine... I’ll play for a little- *SNORE*

Belphie makes some sims, plops them into a starter home, plays for an hour, then falls asleep.

He wakes up five hours later to absolute carnage.

Three sims have died because someone decided to make Mac and Cheese and the oven caught fire, the kids were taken away by social services, and the dog ran away.

“...heheh, holy shit everyone look.”

He doesn’t play often, but when he does, death occurs. He has found out every death method for every game from Sims 2 to 4.

And that INCLUDES the Sims Medieval! You guys remember that game?

Sometimes it’s not intentional, but Belphie got bored with the totally normal life his sims were living and decided to spice it up.

“Why are the ghosts breaking my showers..?”

Help There’s a Bug- (Diavolo)

The Crown Prince started playing when he noticed Lucifer was playing it.

He was immediately obsessed.

Dia mostly plays the Sims Medieval because he likes the feeling of achievement after completing a quest!

“Barbatos... why isn’t my Sim completing their task? The icon won’t show up.” “My lord it appears the game is bugged.” “:(“

No one thought to tell Diavolo that EA doesn’t plan on offering bug support to a game made in like... 2009

This doesn’t matter! Look at how great his kingdom is doing- oh no his hero has the plague-

He plays through the Pirates and Nobles expansion and manages to get the peaceful ending, he’s so proud of himself.

“MC! Look! My Monarch’s sword is permanently on fire and I’m fighting an evil wizard!”

When he does play the other Sims games he’s pretty basic, though, he does a great job at furnishing!

Dia gets crazy sad when his Sims die... he turns off aging.

Builder no. 2 (Barbatos)

Barbie doesn’t have time for this... but when he does, he builds.

No create a sim.

No playing the game as intended.

Just builds.

It’s relaxing, okay? A nice little suburban house he’s never going to play in, maybe a treehouse, maybe a big Hollywood Mansion...

The only time he actually plays the game outside of build mode is when someone needs his help to fix something in-game.

He does download custom content build items if he feels bored by the current selection.

Oh Crap What Am I Doing?! (Simeon)

Help him. Please.

He’s so confused.

“Luke, why is my sim upset?” “He’s hungry, Simeon.” “Oh, how do I fix that?” “...Simeon-”

There’s a toilet in the middle of the living room.

The fridge is facing the wall.

There’s no bathtub or shower.

The house is on fire- there is no god- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

Okay, once he gets the hang of it he’s sitting pretty. His sims have good jobs, the kids are getting good grades, everything’s fine.

...

But Simeon won’t forget the nightmares.

What Even is This Save? (Solomon)

Solomon’s save is the definition of chaos.

One sim’s a vampire, the other is a spellcaster that really wants to fight the Callientes for some reason, there’s one normal sim that’s always sick for some reason,

It gets weird, confusing, and horrible.

Just how Solomon likes it.

His house makes no sense, like, what even is architecture?

Money cheats are needed because Solomon‘a goal of chaos and confusion is proving to be kind of expensive.

Square up Mortimer Goth, Solomon’s sims are here to steal your weird knight statue that’s worth a shit ton of simoleons for NO REASON.

He joined the scientist career for the sole purpose of getting to the alien planet and kidnapping adding an alien to the household via cheats.

The vampire ended up dying on their wedding day because Solomon forgot that he gave them the sun weakness.

Oh well, the ghost got added to the household! VAMPIRE GHOST!

The Child (Luke)

Before you say Luke’s too young to play the Sims, you should know that I was nine when I first started playing, and I turned out fiiiiiiiiiine.

He’s just happy to be playing.

Look, his sims are gardening :D

Look, two of them are getting married :D

Look, they had a baby :D

Look, his sims are building a rocket ship :D

Look, his sims’s rocket just crashed-

The concept of death hit the little angel right in the face that day.

“*sniffle*... my sims...”

Don’t worry, with tears in his eyes, Luke quit without saving and everything was fine!

Speaking of My Sims, Luke played MySims Sky Heroes and that was when Luke had his first bout of gamer rage.

MC came over to hang out with Solomon and Simeon, and in the distance they could just hear:

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY TIME WASN’T FAST ENOUGH TO CONTINUE THE STORY!? I’LL SHOW YOU FAST ENOUGH TIME!”

Okay, maybe Simeon should take the game away... just for a bit... he should take heed not to be bitten by the incredibly angry chihuahua.

Bonus:

MC: Why are our Sims married?

*Insert Boy Here*: Uh... that’s weird... I have no clue why they’re doing that...

#Obey me #obey me headcanons #Obey me!#obey me! shall we date?#obey me! headcanons #obey me shall we date #Obey me Lucifer #Obey me Mammon #obey me leviathan #Obey me Satan #Obey me Asmodeus #Obey me Beelzebub #Obey me Belphegor #Obey me Diavolo #Obey me MC #obey me barbatos #Obey me Simeon #Obey me Luke #Obey me Solomon

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deiliamedlini · 3 years

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WIP Wednesday

I have been mentally down and writing poorly for a few weeks now, and even my friend was like “oof, yeah don’t post this yet. It needs work” and thankfully has been stopping me from making rash decisions like randomly posting fics to AO3 on a whim.

The WIP below (even though it needs more editing) is the beginning of the new fic I’m going to post next. I’m finally back to the pirates too, which is making progress, but is just slow going because I’m making sure I’m not forgetting plots (which I already have so I am not rushing the chapter but it is in progress finally!).

It’s a Pre-Calamity AU with heavy emphasis on the AU. It’s basically Zelda being forced to train with Link for her safety. Antagonistic-but-not-enemies, to friends, to lovers trope. I want to call it Dance With Me because it’s not really about dancing (I like the other meanings of the phrase), but my friend says it sucks as a title and now I’m rethinking 😂 I’m doing so well!

When Princess Zelda was seventeen years old, she’d been fully prepared to die.

Ancient prophecies had foretold a Great Calamity that would sweep the land of Hyrule into a great blight and destroy it all unless those chosen by destiny could stop it.

Zelda had been one of those who’d been blessed by the Goddess’s alleged favor: Hylia’s spirit and magic coursed within her.

But the wielder of the Master Sword hadn’t been found in time.

Four champions stayed by the Divine Beasts: Urbosa, Revali, Daruk, and Mipha. And for a year, the five of them waited while King Rhoam of Hyrule went on a mad search for the Chosen Hero and for the location of the Master Sword itself.

Zelda had spent that time relentlessly pursuing the Goddess’ power; she passed out in the holy springs, prostrated herself before Goddess statues for hours at a time, devoted every waking second she had to prayer. But despite her greatest efforts, her attempts were fruitless.

But perhaps the Goddess were showing their favor after all, because despite every prophecy, despite every prediction, wall carving, and palm reading, the Calamity never came, and Zelda was spared a horrific death at the hands of darkness incarnate.

One year after the predicted date, the Champions felt like they could finally move away from the Beasts, ever watchful, but able to maintain some of their daily lives. Zelda stopped spending day and night in freezing water and instead moved to the Temple of Time where the weather was bearable, and the distance was well within reach of the Castle while still spending most of her time in holy grounds.

Two years after the predicted date, the Champions began to lead normal lives again, freely leaving their domains, though they were still ready to return at a moment’s notice. Zelda began to spend more time in the library, sifting through ancient tombs and personal diaries of past monarchs, hoping her answer lied in pages rather than prayer.

Three years after the predicted date, the Champions were harder to find on a day-to-day basis. But Zelda remained steadfast and relentless with her nose in books and her knees in the spring’s water. The Sheikah had to pull her out several times. They had to force her into recovery.

But by the fourth year, the Beasts had gathered dust, and Zelda had utterly given up, instead helping Purah and Robbie with their ancient tech and Guardian research, which—despite the lack of the Calamity—still had other practical applications.

It seemed that everything had been built up for no reason, that there was no Calamity after all.

So, it was only when they’d all gotten comfortable that the Yiga Clan, a cult devoted to the demon lord Ganon, began their relentless assault on Princess Zelda, heir to the Goddess’ devastating sealing powers.

The entirety of that year had been spent with Zelda running from attack after attack, losing her guards, losing Sheikah. She was sent back to the castle where Purah set up protective wards around her room that ran off ancient tech, and she continued working on them so they might be able to encompass the entire castle.

King Rhoam’s royal command had been that Zelda could not touch any Sheikah tech. She couldn’t look at Guardians, or ask about runes and wards. So, Zelda returned to her studies once more until her eyes burned from sitting over tombs in the candlelight.

She had to admit, she’d become proficient in her royal duties, following her father to almost everything she was permitted in. What she wasn’t, he’d fill her in on after.

At this point, a vast majority of Hyrule believed the peace was a sign that the Calamity was never going to arrive. The other school of thought, which Zelda subscribed to, was that the Calamity should be feared far more than ever, its unpredictability keeping the other half of the kingdom in a deeply rooted state of caution and suspense ever since.

Though Zelda had asked her father to let her leave the protection of the Castle more often for experiences outside of prayer, his answer was always the same: “I lost your mother to those cultists; I will not lose you as well.”

“I just want to swim in Lake Hylia,” she’d tried once. “The days have gotten unbearable. Please, father? I’ll take an entire company of guards with me.”

“I’m sorry, Zelda. No. You may go to a spring of your choice. The waters there will likely be a cool temperature. Perhaps try the Spring of Wisdom.”

Zelda was 21, though she felt as though one hundred years had passed. She was tired, bone weary with an exhaustion that had set in so deep, she spent a decent amount of her days simply sleeping. When she was awake, she stared at her hand, waiting for magic to miraculously hit her in the face. Perhaps if she stared long enough, the Goddess would take pity on her patheticness.

The days when she’d been sent out to pray were now her favorites. She’d found ways to coerce her guards into taking longer routes, stopping for longer breaks.

That’s what happened on the day her father had reached his breaking point regarding the attacks on her life.

She returned to the castle shaken and sore, but his tight arms held her as his body shook with relief. He sank to his knees and held her in his arms the way he’d done the day her mother died, and he realized he needed nothing more than to hold his child in his arms to remember that the world was still spinning as long as she was alive.

He’d told her that when he’d said goodnight to her, standing in the doorway of her room with poorly concealed heartache written all over his sagging body.

“I’m really fine,” Zelda said for the fourth time that hour. She sat on top of her long, blue satin sheets, sliding a bit as she tried to adjust her leg. Something about being curled into herself in some way helped make her feel comfortable as she smiled to ease her father’s mind.

“Okay. Well, I’m going to stop by in the morning, if that’s alright.”

“Sure,” she said, shrugging as if she were entirely unaffected by everything she’d been through. She was good at that façade after five years of stares and whispers.

“Okay. Goodnight. May the Goddess watch over you.”

That was how Zelda found herself in the library before the crack of dawn, perched on a ladder in the top shelves of the restricted section. She had access, of course, but she was reading an untranslated a Sheikah tomb from a former handmaiden of the Princess of Hyrule before her ascent to the throne. That Princess had practically bled power, and Zelda hoped her handmaid noted something of interest.

She tucked the book under her arm and climbed down, crossing the library that was filled with several lifetimes worth of books, and stopped in the government documents. Her eyes trailed the spines for a familiar one with territories clearly outlined. She went to the language section to grab a reference book for Ancient Sheikah. Though she was mostly fluent in that, among several other languages, the ancient variations on words occasionally tripped her up. So she set back up to her room with her pile of books, ready to be confined by her father for her safety once again.

Zelda nodded to several of the guards she passed as they stood at their post. Despite the castle being one of the safest places in Hyrule thanks to all the tech, guards were still positioned in the most well-traveled places on their patrols, while two guards stood at her door and her father’s.

Biting her lip, Zelda craned her neck around her pile to try to find the doorknob, fumbling her hand around blindly, just barely able to turn the handle. And because the Goddess never wanted to cooperate with her, she dropped two of the books, though she managed to cling to the relic with tight fingers. The other two fell right onto her guard’s foot.

“I’m so sorry!” Zelda muttered, bending to pick them up.

The guard was beside her, nearly banging heads with her as he grabbed the heavy translation tomb. Thankfully for her, he flinched away in time; he was wearing a helmet that covered most of his head, and she didn’t want to be on the receiving end of that metal. “Don’t apologize,” the guard said softly, picking up the other book for her. “Would you like me to…” He gestured vaguely to her room.

“Oh, no thank you. Just stack them on top of this one.” He did, and she took a step inside before backing up. “Actually, would you mind getting the antechamber door for me, please?”

He stepped inside and pushed the second door open before backing up respectfully.

“Thank you so much,” she said, about to use her foot to close the door when she looked back. “And again, I am sorry I dropped a heavy book on your foot.”

He bowed his head and stepped back out, so she closed the door and set her books down.

Her father came into her room early, as promised.

“Zelda,” he said with a strained greeting. The corner of his lip twitched, like his muscles had become tired under the strain of holding it up for so long, and his eyes held no joy, no spark. It was forced chipperness, and Zelda picked up on it immediately. “May I sit?”

“Of course.”

She sat on a chest at the foot of her bed, and he pulled the chair away from the desk to face her. “Well, let’s not beat around the bush. There have been many attempts on your life, but I have felt none so potently as yesterday’s. When they told me you’d been attacked, all I could remember was the news of your mother. And then when you were brought in…” he ran a hand along a bruise on her cheek that she didn’t realize she had until she felt a flare of pain cause her to flinch. “You are my precious daughter, and I love you. I never want to see you harmed. That said, others do. It’s becoming impossible for you to safely leave the castle.”

Zelda braced herself. This was where he confined her to her room or to the palace grounds for the foreseeable future. She folded her hands over her lap so he couldn’t see the shaking grow more visible.

“You’ve been unable to protect yourself with your powers, so we must resort to other means. You’re to learn to defend yourself, starting immediately. We still need you at the springs, so I cannot command you to stay here. You still are a priestess of Hylia. So, given your setbacks, you’ll need to learn.”

Zelda’s mouth dropped open as she let the words process through her mind. “I’m sorry, what?”

“We’ll hopefully have a sword in your hand soon enough, but you’ll be able to defend yourself from these cultists.”

“A sword?”

“It’s too dangerous. We’ve lost too many guards. And you can’t fight as it is. This is the best option.”

“No!” she said, much louder than intended. “Fight the Yiga?” She shuddered just at the word.

“Zelda, we need you to live. Hyrule needs you to succeed, and to succeed, you must survive.”

Standing up didn’t make it any easier to breathe, as Zelda had hoped. “You think I haven’t tried?” Tears threatened her eyes as her voice cracked on her last word. As if years of her life sacrificed to unreturned devotion wasn’t enough for her. For him. For all of Hyrule. She’d tried, she’d bargained, she’d offered up her comfort, her breath, her mind, her years, her time. She was one person. What was left for her to do?

“Do you think I just stand there and watch my knights get murdered? Do I just drop to my knees and pray? Is that what you think I do?”

“Zelda…”

“No! You’re right, father. I’ll lead the Yiga right to the Goddess Spring that you need me to go to again just so I can brandish a sword and strike one down with my prowess! Because, Goddess knows that my Knights have an easy enough time with the Yiga, so it should be a cinch for me!” The sarcasm oozed from her in an unintentional venom drip.

“You’re telling me that I’ve failed! You’re telling me to give up and grab a stupid sword! Give me some armor next time I go to the Temple of Time! I don’t need my priestess garb. I have my sword! Because it will absolutely save me!”

“Zelda, please.”

“Please,” she scoffed, finally feeling a hot tear on her cheek. “You’re telling me I’m going to die! Five years ago, I was ready. I knew I’d failed, but I stood vigil waiting for the Calamity to give my life in the final hope that it might stop Ganon! But now, I was blessed with time, and still I can’t do it! I can’t access her powers. So you want me to fail one more time by using a sword to defend myself? This is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard, and I was there when Lady Styla proposed that sham of a fashion show to lift spirits.”

“That’s irrelevant, Zelda.”

From the look on his face, she could tell he was not budging. She tried another tactic. “I-I shouldn’t be near a sword anyway! What if I stabbed myself by accident? Then there’s no way I’ll ever unlock mother’s power. I’ll be dead with or without the Yiga! I already dropped a book on my guard today! That could have been my foot with a knife! And before you tell me that there have been warrior queens and princesses throughout the history of Hyrule, that’s because they never met me. I’m not a fighter! I read books all day! I take notes. I can bore the Calamity to death with a detailed review of the territory lines in Northern Akkala! That might be more effective than a sword, at least.”

“Zelda, you’re not thinking of the big picture…”

“But if I don’t unlock the power because of some silly distraction like learning how to fight, then the world will fall to the Calamity. My time will now need to be spent in that wretched training area with all kinds of sweaty men. Do you want your precious daughter exposed to such a sight? Worse yet, what if I like it and decide to spend all my days there with… shirtless men!” She grimaced and blushed all at once.

“This is the most absurd argument I’ve ever heard. You leave me no choice but to make that a command from your king rather than a request from your father. Because as much as I love you, I also am obligated to keep you safe.”

“Obligated?” her voice cracked again, losing some of her rambling thunder. “I’m an obligation? Is that how you see your daughter?”

She gasped when he let the silence answer for him.

“You start your training now. Your instructor has already been informed and will be ready for you.”

“Who?” she asked, glancing at the four guards at her door. Two hers, two her father’s. They were all hearing her shame. How long until everyone knew?

“He’s the most renowned swordsman in all of Hyrule, one of our best fighters, and he’s about your age, so he should be someone you can get along with.”

“The best fighter in all of Hyrule is only 22? No wonder the Yiga are everywhere, if those are our standards.”

“Be kind, Zelda.”

“Is that another order, My King?”

He sighed and crossed the room, stopping at her door. “One more thing. While you’re there, I’ve given him permission to overrule you if you command him not to train you. You will learn to stay safe, whether you want to or not. Now change and go. He’s expecting you now.” He turned his head to her guards. “Make sure she goes to the training yard, and if she refuses, come fetch me.”

As soon as he was gone, she slammed her door and sagged into the wood.

She did consider hiding out, but she knew her father would simply bring the soldier into her room to train if he had to. At this point, with the number of times the Yiga had come after her, she wouldn’t have really blamed her father if he’d locked her in a door-less room and dropped this instructor in through a hole in the ceiling until she learned to protect herself. Truthfully, the idea itself—in theory—wasn’t the worst. Except for the fact that the Yiga were deadly warriors who trained to kill for most of their lives and slaughtered companies of trained Hylian knights.

Grabbing her most comfortable pants to train in, Zelda slowed as she remembered the event that had started this all.

The Great Tabanthan Bridge crossed the long expanse of the Tanagar Canyon, and she was always careful of the crossing. The fall alone would not only kill someone, but it’d likely flatten them clean out from a drop of that height. So, crossing it was not something that was taken lightly on a good day.

Being that far out there was entirely her fault to begin with.

She’d desired to visit the Temple to Hylia that was at the edge of the gorge, but she’d opted to lead everyone along the scenic route to enjoy some of her free time outside of the castle. The guards had protested briefly, but Zelda was adamant about a scenic detour.

What she hadn’t been able to predict or expect, no matter how much research she did, was that the Yiga were there, lying in wait for her and her guards.

She’d been bucked clean off her stubborn horse, and she’d been left on the great bridge as three Yiga ran for her. Though she’d gone to run, she was caught by one who appeared in front of her in a puff of smoke.

Trying to fight them off of her had been like the great struggle of praying for the Goddess’ powers: utterly futile, and a waste of time.

Half of her attempts to shake them had been by holding the rope handle of the bridge and throwing herself precariously close so they’d have to follow.

The soldiers eventually reached her and fended the Yiga off, but they’d also recounted the entire incident to her father in horrific detail: how she was winded by the time she’d run halfway across the bridge, how she nearly fell off the great, how she couldn’t fight any of them off and had been overwhelmed, and how her weak strength had caused two large wounds in her palms from where she’d tried to push a blade away from her at one point.

Glancing down at her now-healed hands—thanks to the castle medics—Zelda pulled on her boots and tugged up the laces tight. She wasn’t weak. She just wasn’t… physically domineering. But put any puzzle, any riddle, any impossibility in front of her and she’d find the solution. That’s not weakness. That’s strength. She is strong… just not traditionally.

Her shirt was loose, and she tied up her hair before looking at herself in the mirror for a long time, finally noticing the bruise she’d sustained. She was going to hate this almost as much, if not more, than she hated horseback riding.

Resigned to her fate, Zelda trudged slowly toward the training yard, hoping to be late enough to at least remind everyone that she didn’t want to be there.

Glancing at the sun, she’d determined that she managed to be at least fifteen minutes late. Not bad. She could do worse next time.

The yard was empty of the usual hustle and bustle that went on, and she imagined that her father must have ordered it be kept clear for her private sessions. But it was also clear of an instructor.

She stood in the middle of the training yard and fisted her hands tightly as she looked around. No one. Her eyes narrowed at the empty space, searching for some sign of trickery. But the only others there were the two guards she had brought with her.

“Is this some sort of a joke?” Zelda asked, placing her hands on her hips. “Hello?”

There was no answer.

Shrugging happily to herself, she was ready to leave, but one look at her guards standing near the entrance reminded her of her father’s orders to fetch him if she didn’t go; either she stayed here long enough to prove that she made the attempt, or she’d be embarrassingly dragged back down by her father’s guards, humiliated as they would keep hold of her arms to ensure she followed them right back here. Her father would make sure she was here, no matter what.

Crossing her arms, Zelda walked around. She rarely went to the training yards unless she was up in the parapets, so being down in the dirt and grass felt like she was in an entirely new world. One she didn’t belong in.

There were training dummies lined up against a wall and a worn dirt track in a wide circle around the outskirts of the otherwise square area. There was a bench. There were weapons on a rack.

And that was it.

She looked at the footprints etched in the dirt, kneeling down to read the story told by the shoe treads. There was a large step forward, and then several overlapping smaller ones as the wearer clearly stumbled back. Then a single skid mark as they were forced back. And then the imprint of a body where they’d fallen.

If Zelda were here under any other circumstances, she’d have smiled and tried to find all the stories in the dirt, but instead, she stood back up and sighed, craning her neck towards the barracks just past the archway. No one was outside, and no one was coming.

“Okay,” she muttered to herself, prepared to leave. But her eye caught on a weapon rack, and she glanced one more time at the barracks before heading to the largest spear. She held it, pretending she was one of her knights. Goddess, if a Yiga came at her, she’d die. Fear first, and then clumsiness, because who could control this glorified stick well enough to kill a Yiga?

She shuddered and put it back.

“You can get there eventually,” someone said.

She spun around to see one of her two guards walking towards her. He removed his helmet, shaking out his blonde hair. Zelda watched in confusion as he set the helmet down on a post and pulled a blue band off his wrist to tie his long hair back.

“But only if you’re not fifteen minutes late on purpose,” he said, not looking up at her. “Princess,” he added with a bow of his head.

Her mouth dropped slightly and her cheeks warmed at the light scolding. “I beg your pardon?” she asked, almost doubting if she’d heard him correctly.

She scoffed at his audacity, recognizing the bright blue eyes of the guard she’d dropped her book on. Did he think that a conversation with her this morning gave a guard the right to chastise her?

He held out his hand, and she instinctively handed the spear back, though in hindsight she wished that she’d hit him with it instead. She’d been too stunned. He returned it to it’s place, and walked across the entirety of the training yard without so much as looking at her.

Her feet tumbled after him as she mentally and physically struggled to keep up. What was happening? Why wasn’t he answering her? Why was he even talking to her? Who was this man?

“Hey!” she finally called. He stopped and turned.

That’s when he looked up for the first time, his downcast blue eyes lifting off the dirt and settling on her green ones.

Pride swelled in her when she saw them waver, because clearly her voice had rattled him in some way. He clearly didn’t like looking her in the eye either. His eyes kept darting off of hers, and he had to keep forcing them back. Her own eyes narrowed, trying to understand this guard. “Who are you?”

“Your instructor.”

#wip wednesday #legend of zelda #botw au #pre-calamity au #link #zelda #zelink #writing #still needs another round of editing to not make it boring #You don't know how bad I wanted Link to say Your dancing master like syrio forel or something hahaha!!#and now you know half the reason why I want this title

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