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doctorcanon · 5 months
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Alternate Fighting Styles for Links Part 1
Ronin (LOZ/LA): Kendo, technically self taught. Think Mugen from Samurai Champloo. Unrefined, sloppy but pretty deadly especially in a crowd. Travels light, wears loose clothes but binds the bottoms of his pants to his tabi to protect from bugs and other things because of this he rarely carries a shield anymore. He's pretty fast now so they only weigh him down. He managed to condense several of his magic items to tokens or innate abilities including getting his Life spell to cast automatically. Guile and speed is the name of the game.
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Nowhere (Alttp/OS/LA): While recovery from a life altering injury, he worked to combined all his Magic Rod items into one to make a modified Rod of Seasons. Summer is Fire, Winter is Ice but he had some trouble with Fall and Spring. So Spring is Lightning (he invented that one), and Fall is Earth (Sand Rod). Has a bonus ability that can create blocks to weigh down switches in dungeons (Cane of Somaria). He's still a competent swordsman, but the staff itself is quite durable and really, really heavy when swung so he doesn't normally need one.
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Smithy (MC, TH, FS): Was forced to reforge the Four Sword after losing a battle he couldn't beat by himself. It's now a slightly longer Scimitar that fits someone of his jumping power and flexibility more. His shields are typically smaller and used just as much attack as defend. The most flexible fighter. Often underestimated because of his whimsical, nonthreatening appearance but is surprisingly cold blooded in a fight. Hateno theorizes that he may have been the inventor of the Gerudo fighting style.
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jedimordsith · 1 year
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Blurb from a future Oracle ‘verse one-shot
“You don’t have to be armed, it’s perfectly safe. Besides, you know the Noghri will be there.”
Luke followed the sound of Lando’s voice toward the comm suite.
“They have an entire exhibit of bogwings. Do you know what those eat? Lizards.”
“All right, come armed if it makes you feel better then. Just keep it discrete, huh? I’ll see you at 1000.”
The  comm  flickered off as Luke stepped into the suite and Minion cheeped happily in greeting.
“You’re going to the circus?”
“Tomorrow.” Mara moved into his embrace. “The Corusca one in the Old District with Han and the kids.” She pulled back a little. “I’ve never been.”
“Me either.” Luke grinned. “Got room for  one more?”
“What about your meetings?”
“Well, I was going to go, but some urgent Jedi business just came up.”
“Jedi business.” Mara managed a mock frown despite the way her heart squeezed at Luke’s infectious enthusiasm. Minion made the effort useless, giving her away with a wriggling coo.
“You’re not the only one who can predict the future. I foresee Han needing all the help he can get once the twins discover yyeger sugar.”
“What’s that?”
Luke let his arms slide lower around her hips. “Let me come tomorrow and I’ll buy you some.”
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bookstattoosandtea · 2 years
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Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway: The Oracle's Flame By Mell Eight
Release Blitz, Excerpt & Giveaway: The Oracle’s Flame By Mell Eight
Title: The Oracle’s Flame Series: Oracle, Book One Author: Mell Eight Publisher: NineStar Press Release Date: 08/02/2022 Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex Pairing: Male/Male, Male/Male Menage Length: 19100 Genre: Paranormal, LGBTQIA+, romance, menage, dragons, sailors/pirates, royalty, psychic, action/adventure Add to Goodreads Description The Kingdom of Altnoia is on the cusp of civil war. The king and…
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mo-mode · 3 months
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I don’t think anybody’s made this comparison yet but someone just DM’d me about how riptides are known for sweeping up, grabbing someone, and pulling them underneath the current by surprise, and then there’s Percy holding up riptide to grab Annabeth and pull her down into the stairwell by surprise. Hello???? The parallels are PARALLELING
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puppetwoman17 · 1 month
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Headcanon that the bats are the only people in Gotham who don’t know about Joker Junior.
The only people who know JJ’s identity are Bruce, Barbara, Jim Gordon, Joker himself, and Harley Quinn. Tim made Bruce promise not to tell Dick, and that continued when Jason came back, with him not wanting to be one of the older man’s triggers. The trend followed with Duke, Cass, Steph, and Damian, with him being more and more certain that if he told them, they would hate him.
Nothing lasts forever, though, and the batkids soon notice how differently Gotham treats Red Robin.
Rogues like Riddler, Harley, and Poison Ivy refrain from hurting him too much. Seasoned thugs quickly take away any electrocution devices from the newer ones, stating that “we don’t electrocute Red Robin”. When it comes to RR, Gotham’s citizens can get very peeved with the Bat.
The kids also notice the odd closeness between Jim, Babs, and Tim. Hell, there are times where they invite the older man to dinner and he goes off to whisper with Tim. The one time someone tried to subtly follow them, Babs stopped them in their tracks.
Everything comes to ahead when Dick goes deep into the bat computer archives for a case he assumes is tied to another. And lo and behold, he finds something titled Junior. He assumes that this is about a child villain and is curious, as the date tells him this happened while he was off in Bludhaven so many years ago.
It’s not.
He calls in the other bats(Tim is somewhere else) and they read through the files and watch the videos. God, the videos.
Dick is angry. Him and his siblings are fuming. Everything comes together and makes so much sense.
How some Gotham citizens treat RR differently. How Jim Gordon always makes sure RR is okay. How Babs knows how to calm Tim down better than anyone else. How Bruce always looks so guilty when he looks at Tim, a scarily similar look as the one he gives to Jason.
Their brother had been keepinh this secret for years, probably because he didn’t want them to hate them(Jason shakes his head furiously. “Stupid kid”.)
When Tim comes home, lo and behold with Babs, he immediately clocks onto their thoughts and makes a break for it. Babs blocks the door for everyone else. She says nothing.
Thats as far as I got.
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artsy-moonwalker · 1 year
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link series pt 4
A Link to the Past
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cutielando · 3 months
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always ~ max verstappen
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Summary: When Max can't deal with the hate he gets from his fans, you are there to help him through it and give his fans a piece of your mind.
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Max got hate.
It was a known fact, but one you vehemently despised. It broke your heart seeing the comments on posts, hearing what people thought of your boyfriend and what things they had to say about him. 
Everyone hated people when they were at their best, they loved dragging them through the mud. Max had started getting a lot of hate after winning his second World Champion title. Due to the fact that he always stated that he didn't care about anyone's opinion of him, it only added to the fuel of hate already coming in.
The biggest amount of hate came swirling in after he had won his third World Championship. Max had absolutely dominated the 2023 season, rendering it obvious that he would be the one ending up winning the Championship once again. 
As amazing as that was, the fans didn't seem to share the same thoughts. They started spreading hate that Max was taking all the fun out of the sport, that the races had become predictable and a lot of fans had given up watching because they had got sick of seeing Max win all the time. It broke your heart when you would see the toll it would have on your boyfriend.
The night after you guys celebrated in style in the clubs of Qatar, the mood dropped when you guys made it back to the hotel and Max finally opened his phone.
You had been taking your make-up off, starting on your night skincare routine, while Max settled on changing out of his clothes and getting into bed.
"Max?" you called out, the silence coming from the room being unusual for your boyfriend. He was always one to talk about everything and anything while you did your skincare, knowing you would get bored otherwise.
No response.
It made you slightly suspicious, but you let it go for the moment, figuring he had just fallen asleep.
Finishing up, you dried your hands and tied your hair in a loose ponytail before exiting the bathroom. You, however, were not prepared for the sight that met your eyes.
Max was sitting at the edge of the bed, silently sobbing in his hands, his phone discarded on the floor by his feet. You immediately sat down next to him, enveloping him in your arms.
"Shh, it's okay. I'm here, you're okay" you cooed in his ear, rubbing soothing circles on his back and whispering sweet nothings in his ear.
His sobs were wrecking his body, his tears soaking up your shirt. He was holding onto you tightly, afraid that you would just vanish in thin air if he let go of you for even a second. You didn't know what had brought this on, Max had never been one to cry or let what others said about him affect him. 
His sobs slowly started dissipating and turning into little sniffles after a while, his body now void of any tension, slumped against your own tiredly.
"Do you want to talk about it?" your voice was soft, your hands still caressing his soft hair and his back. 
He was silent for a moment, so you didn't press any further. You didn't want to make him feel obligated to talk about what was bothering him if he didn't want to.
"They all hate me" he spoke up, making your eyebrows furrow.
"Who hates you?" you questioned, still keeping up your soothing motions.
"The fans. They all hate me because I've come first this season. They're all saying they hate the sport because of me and that I never give anyone else a chance and it-s getting boring. It's not my fault that I win, I just do it because I like it" he confessed, sniffling before straightening up and pulling away from you.
You shook your head, watching him as he picked up his phone from off the ground. He unlocked it and glanced at it for a second before handing it to you.
"He's taking all the fun out of the sport, I gave up watching it because of him"
"He should honestly just give up and make some room for other people. Nobody likes him winning all the time"
"He's definitely cheating, there is no way someone is that dominant compared to all the other drivers. Does Red Bull honestly want us to believe he's winning on pure talent and with a good car? Not buying it"
"Max should go and kill himself, nobody wants him in this sport anymore. It was fun at first, but now it's making me hate even hearing about Formula 1"
The comments made your heart break little by little. You couldn't understand how people could be so cruel, how they could hate on someone so dedicated and talented, judging him for anything he did.
"Oh, baby. None of those things are true, Max" you said to him while cupping his face, but he shook his head and looked down.
"It is, they're right. Maybe I should just retire and stop racing, that way everything could go back to normal" he shrugged, but the idea sounded ridiculous to you.
"Baby, listen to me. Those people have no idea what they're talking about. They have no idea how much work you put in during the whole year to be able to drive the car. Nobody knows how much pressure you're under, they have no idea. Baby, you've worked so hard to get here and it's finally paying off. You're so talented, so driven and so dedicated to this sport, your wins and titles are just the fruit of your labor. Don't let people tear you down just because they're frustrated and have no idea what they're talking about" a new wave of tears started falling from his eyes and down his cheek, but he was smiling at you this time.
"I don't deserve you" he whispered, hugging you and burying his head into the crook of your neck. 
"You deserve me and everything that you have achieved. I love you, and I am proud of you. Next time you're feeling like this, please come to me. I hate seeing you cry over this" you felt him nod, which brought small relief to your heart.
"I love you too. Thank you for always being here for me, I don't know how I would be able to cope with everything if it wasn't for you" he replied, leaving small kisses on your neck.
"You're never going to have to know what it's like without me. I never plan to leave" you reassured him, giving him a squeeze.
You couldn't even begin to thank your lucky stars for giving you such a perfect boyfriend, someone you were sure you were going to love for the rest of your life.
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renaissanceousia · 4 months
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"careful, i think you're abt to call me a friend" and percy fell to his knees boy get UP omg
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bookwormofmanyfandoms · 4 months
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the oracle when percy and annabeth were finally bonding
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And the fact that percy dropped directly after was crazy
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criticalspell · 9 months
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oracle games 🎶☀️❄️🕰️🌳
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peachssodapop · 10 months
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some LU doodles based on lately the HW Link and Young Link relationship has been taking up all my brain functions, Jojo's Wild design, and I was thinking about the mermaid tail from Oracle of Ages I think it's really cute he's like a fish
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guardianspirits13 · 4 months
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Ok, everyone who was upset about Gabe delivering the prophecy and just completely forgot the original text, raise your hand 🖐️
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pickafilm · 3 months
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It’s so crazy to think how Percy could have ended up like Luke - their situations are so eerily similar, only a few years seperate them and it makes you wonder. What if Sally had been the one in May’s place?
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melanthaeunomia · 23 days
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Helloo!! This is 💫 anon! (Since you said we could give ourselves emoji names if we choose to stay anonymous) I saw that your requests are open!! (Btw, I loved your latest fic!) Would you write a Jason Grace x reader, where Jason has like a horrible day, he just feels super insecure, and he just breaks down into the reader's arms, and the reader comforts him and makes him feel better? It could be fluffy and angsty mixed if you want!
Unseen Leader, Seen by You🏹
A/N: hello dear!! Thank you so much for requesting this 💫, and yes you can have emoji names if you want to stay anon. I tried my best to write this, but angst does not come naturally to Me, for I am a sucker for fluff, so hopefully I did good! Thank you again and I hope I did not disappoint! Fair warning English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar and spelling mistakes, still I hope you enjoy! (not proofread) sorry if this is a bit short! I’m not sure if this is what you meant but jshghj
Content: Jason grace x Reader (Reverse comfort), established relationship
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, comfort (not book accurate? Or maybe idk)
Word count: 1.3k
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It had been a busy week at camp. Jason felt more vulnerable than ever, With all the pressure of being and trying to be a good leader and be a good example, plus the added stress from the disruptive campers getting into pointless fights, his patience and temper had started to alarm you, he always seemed so distressed, fidgeting his hand whenever he appeared to be anxious, you understood why.
He had always been a nice guy, helping campers with what ever they needed, it is his duty after all, the problem was that he could never say no to their requests, feeling obligated to assist them in their journey. You’re not saying that helping is a bad thing, you just thought he needed time to relax, it would help him not be so tense all the time, You tried to talk to him about it, but he quickly shrugged it off, acting like it wasn’t a big deal, and that he can handle it no worries. What's worse is that You were the only one who could see he was struggling, even his own friends didn’t think anything of it, which just made him dismiss the subject because he thought it wasn't important. Suppressing his feelings till he is unable to. And eventually gave in and went to speak with the person he felt most at comfortable with.
He let out a deep breath, wondering if this was a mistake. He didn't want to bother you, what if you were doing something important, and he interrupted then you get mad at him?, what if he’s just making a big deal about this, but it’s all nonsense, and he’s just acting selfish and, sensitive?, what if you dismissed him saying that it’s not that big of a deal?. His overthinking, got worse slowing down his steps as he reached your cabin. He lifted his hand near the door, hesitating before finally knocking.
You had just gotten out of the shower, wearing an old shirt you stole from Jason a long time ago, You gently patted your damp hair with a dry towel trying to get the remainders of the water off, You were about to do your skin care, but then you heard gentle knocks on your door. You twisted the door knob open, a loud screeching can be heard from the floor board beneath as the door glided through. Furthermore, you saw Jason, fidgeting with the rings on his finger, looking down on the ground, refusing to look at you. “Hey…” He finally spoke glancing up at you with misty eyes, and you couldn’t help but frown, seeing the state he is in hurts your soul. You placed a hand up his cheek lightly stroking it “Hi” you whispered back, His cold hands gently squeezing your wrist as you caressed his cheek. Calloused hand wrapped around your waist as he pulled you into a tight hug. He Really needed this. For a moment there was a comfortable silence, you could hear faint whimpers from him, You stroked his hair kissing the top of his head. In your arms, He felt safe, wanted, free from his duties and obligations. “You want to go inside Love?” You suggested, as it was getting colder outside, you received a subtle nod from him before pulling him in your cabin and shutting the door behind you
“Are you okay?” you sat on your bed patting the empty space next to you, He reluctantly walked over, before sitting beside you, a deep sigh leaving him “I-I’m not sure…” he sobbed resting his head on your chest as he listened to the gentle beating of your heart, that made it difficult to resist the urge to take a nap, but he didn’t want to trouble you further. He felt so miserable, and you hated the fact you can’t do anything to help him. You wrapped your arm around him, kissing the top of his head “wanna talk about it?” you suggested, though you already know the reason why he acted like this, Jason let out a sniff, and hesitated, he felt like he was bothering you with his problems, he didn't want to burden you. You caressed his hair, not wanting to press more on the issue if he didn't feel comfortable opening up. “I-...” he stuttered not knowing how to phrase his emotions, he sighed and finally spoke “It’s nothing… i-its just things have been off lately, I don't know why but—” Tears started creeping up his eyes, slowly falling down your shirt, as your hold of him gently tightened “—I’m feeling so much pressure, even though I know there's nothing to worry about. I-i’m just feeling lost...” Jason wept feeling a hand underneath his chin making him look up at you as you wiped the tears in his cheeks away “shh... It's okay, You’re okay…”, he felt so pathetic, crying like this feeling himself be so vulnerable. But he also knew you were the one person that wouldn’t judge him.
Jason felt relieved, in your arms. He let out a small sob as he buried his face on your chest, His breathing and yours in sync, almost therapeutic. “None of my efforts are good enough… I try, I really do. To be a good leader, helping everyone… But it feels like I’m just letting everyone down...” He forced the words out, It was hard for him to open up, bottled up emotions finally spilling out. You frowned hearing what he said “Listen…” He looked up at you with moist eyes, “You are a good leader. You’re not letting anyone down okay?, You may not be perfect, but almost everyone in camp looks up at you, they admire you with or without your mistakes.” He froze at your words, a faint smile in his face, the tears lingered in his eyes despite your attempts on removing them. Still, he didn’t –couldn’t– fully believe you, he felt weak… could you blame him? “I just want everything to be perfect for everyone…” He tried to push negative thoughts away, although they kept taunting him. “No one expects you to be perfect love, You’re already the best leader there is, You’re allowed to make mistakes.” you kissed the top of his head softly humming “I’m average at best” he forced a laugh, Trying to brighten up the mood, but you knew all too well when he started fidgeting on his fingers again, You softly intertwined his hand with yours, stroking it gently, “Average?, You give and help everyone around you, even if you aren't obligated to. You have no right to call yourself average when you work 24/7 just to help people.” You were so fed up with everyone that took advantage of him.
He softly smiled, bringing your hand up to his face a drop of tear fell down and brushed your hand, as he placed a soft kiss on it, a blush on your cheeks appeared, Your words felt like magic to him, he felt so grateful to have you by his side “Do you really think so?..” His breath hitched, still uncertain of your words, but he knew it was all genuine “I know so” You were so confident on your reply, and his lips curled up into a smile, It had been a while since someone praised him for his ability to lead, it felt as if a burden has been lifted off his shoulders, he kept an eye contact, wiping his own tears away. He wrapped an arm around your waist while and rested his head at the crook of your neck “Thank you…” he let out an exhale as his head rested against you, He felt himself grow tired, yet he didn’t wanna fall asleep just yet, not when he has the company of someone like you that appreciate him for more than his worth, someone whom he loves more than himself...
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kastalani123 · 5 months
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This might be a ✨ wild take ✨ but, annoying as he was about it and understandable as the demigods reactions to it were, Apollo being dysphoric about being a mortal was perfectly reasonable; he went from being able to take whatever shape he wanted whenever he wanted to being stuck in a body he didn't choose and wasn't up to any standards he or his environment accepted, and that body failed him time and time again. Same goes for the archery and music thing; he came out of the womb being an expert on those things, they define him to a significant degree, especially since those (+ medicine) are probably his most notable domains, so it's really not that surprising he's more than upset about those abilities being taken from him. Think about suddenly having to relearn something you don't even remember having to learn. That's bound to mess someone up.
Again, the demigods' annoyance with his whining is also perfectly reasonable and understandable and I'd probably act similarly, but from a reader perspective I think we can cut him some slack in that regard.
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