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transskywardsword · 1 year

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Hue, or Blacksmith, the Hero of Lorule and Hytopia

Age: 18, 2 years since adventure

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: Gay

Nickname: The Blacksmith

About:

Hue is a cheerful, tad shallow, and a little high-strung, young man. He carries himself with an elegant air and while he is terrible at telling jokes, he is quick to laugh at ones told by others. He loves his sleep, but he is far from lazy and is the first to wake up in the morning and always sleeps through is watch. He is prone to dreams that his Zelda believes are prophetic, which deeply unnerves him. He is the most put-together of the group, with a solid nightly routine and a well-balanced diet.

He is a moderately good cook and often is the one asked to cook when Wilds is too tired, sick, or injured to do so. Despite his rather bland cooking, he is a fantastic baker, and has taught Wilds many of his recipes, though the group agrees his best recipe is his chocolate and hazelnut souffle; they mourn that he cannot make them without access to an oven, meaning they can only have it when stopped in a town. He has a major sweet tooth and is beloved by the children in his community for the treats and candies he brings, and often slips Gulley extra special homemade sweets, much to his mother’s chagrin.

Hue is an avid item collector. It started with Ravio’s constant pushing for him to buy items during his adventures, which then grew into a genuine appreciation for magical artifacts and weapons over his travels. He has no innate magical ability but has managed to master these items. He is as skilled with a sand rod as he is a sword—that is to say, fantastically skilled at using both. After his adventures in Hyrule/Lorule and Hytopia, Hue ‘retired’, preferring now to search for new items deep in dungeons and temples as he travels the world. He has all his items upgraded by Mother Maiamai, whom he has a close friendship with. After rescuing her children, Mother Maiamai came to see Hue as one of her own and dotes on him. The two often have tea parties in her cave, surrounded by her hundreds of children, whom Hue brings gifts for, usually in the form of pretty seashells, interestingly shaped rocks, or other small trinkets. The little ones have decorated his items for him, meaning they all look a bit strange; Hue loves each and every brushstroke and smear of glitter. They play games often, like tag or twenty questions, but the maiamai’s favorite game is hide and seek, and the games can go on for hours, sometimes even days. Ravio finds the creatures creepy but sucks it up every time that Hue drags him to Mother Maiamai’s cave—which is far too often for the merchant’s liking.

Hue is incredibly friendly and makes friends in an instant, especially with children and animals. He wants to have several pets once he finally settles down from his traveling, particularly large rescue dogs, and is best friends with all of the cucuus in Kakariko village. Children love him, and it is part of the reason why Bramble, who is notoriously shy, took such a shining to him. He is a seasoned traveler, having left heroing behind to see the world after his adventures in Hyrule, Lorule, and Hytopia. He stayed in Hyrule after his adventures to finish his blacksmithing apprenticeship, but as soon as it was done, moved on to bigger places. He still keeps up his skills in the forge and is the one the group goes to in case of metal mishaps. He loves writing letters and has numerous pen pals across several countries—that was how he and Ravio finally reconnected. Ravio assumed that Hue wouldn’t want anything to do with Lorule after the Yuga fiasco, but after finding a spell from deep in the Eastern Palace, Hue was able to slip letters into Lorule and the two began a correspondence from there. Over time, the letters turned into a strong friendship, and finally into a romantic relationship. Hue also keeps up correspondence with the friends he met in Hytopia, Akka (the red Link) and Oah (blue Link), Princess Styla, and the most delicate of his relationships, Princess Hilda. Hue is determined to befriend her, but Hilda feels extremely guilty for the events with Yuga and rarely replies back with anything other than painful politeness.

Hue is a jack of all trades and a master of all of them; he’s recently finished his blacksmithing apprenticeship, is a skilled puzzle solver, is obviously good at figuring out how items tick, and is a natural fashionista. His parents died when he was young and left Hue living alone in his family home, and living unsupervised was something he hid well. When Gulley finally found out 13-year-old Hue was living alone he tried to move in with Hue, much to Hue’s glee. Obviously, the blacksmith and his wife put an end to this playful fantasy and took Hue under their wing. Hue is fiercely independent and refused to move in with the blacksmith, insisting he would remain in his family home. The blacksmith’s wife allowed it as long as he came over for dinner multiple times a week and babysat Gulley—who was reporting back everything he saw to his mother. Hue was aware of this and while he found it annoying at 13, now at 18 he is grateful for how much the family cared about him and all they did for him.

After saving Hyrule and Lorule, Hue began traveling the continent and more in search of magical items and artifacts. Now that he wasn’t forced to battle monsters and roam the country, he found he missed the adrenaline and experiences and jumped at the chance to travel. This was how he found himself in Hytopia and why he was so okay with being thrown into another adventure, especially one where he would be working with new people. Hue had always enjoyed embroidery, and his time in Hytopia ignited a love of fashion he didn’t know he had. With the help of Styla, Akka, and Oah he learned to sew and became much more comfortable with his gender noncomformity. Hue is transgender and has always been self-conscious of his femininity because of that, worried it would invalidate his gender. But his time in Hytopia helped build his confidence and he began dressing more in ways that he enjoyed instead of just the green adventuring tunic he wore for so long. As a welcoming back present when he returned from Hytopia and as a way to congratulate him on his new self-discovery, Ravio made Hue a knit scarf, which is Hue’s most prized possession. He tries meticulously to keep it clean and any time it is damaged becomes quite distraught, working tirelessly to fix it.

Hue has helped the other heroes embrace their own gender expression, especially Wilds. While the two aren’t particularly close, Hue has helped the teen become more comfortable in his gender and Wilds is extremely grateful. Hue is beloved by the group, especially Legend and Bramble, who are family. Hue is Legend’s half-first cousin three times removed, and many of Hue’s belongings are actually heirlooms of Legend’s passed down through the years. Legend was intrigued by Hue due to the family connection, but the two quickly grew beyond that to a true brotherhood, though it took Legend a long, long time to acknowledge this. Hue is also fairly certain he is related to Bramble (he is). While Hue has no proof, he has a feeling in his gut that he associates with magic and takes that as likely proof that Bramble is related to him. Unlike Legend, Hue doesn’t feel guilty about Ganon returning. He acknowledges that he did the best he could and that Ganon returned for all the heroes—it was only a matter of time that he did in his time too. It was no one’s fault but the royal family of Bramble’s Hyrule that so much destruction was caused, and he tries hard to convince Legend of this when Bramble is out of earshot. Hue loves the two heroes deeply and while he would prefer not to die, would definitely fight as long as he could for the two of them. Hue is not a very self-sacrificial person, but when it comes to family he turns vicious. He is known to quip and joke around during battle, and when he is quiet while fighting you know things have gotten bad and the monsters are about to be obliterated.

Relationships:

Zelda: A dear friend. While Hue considers himself retired, he is always willing to do a favor for the princess when asked. He serves as her bodyguard when she leaves on ‘royal business’, partially because of his skill with the sword but mostly because she considers him good company with fantastic storytelling skills. He distracts her with stories of his hijinks in Hytopia and when she finds herself overwhelmed with the memories of her time as a painting, he is always the first one she goes to to calm down. The two of them take great joy in goofing off together, distracting Zelda from her royal duties and Hue from his blacksmithing apprenticeship. They bring out the childishness in each other, a great relief from the stress of royalty and heroism. Zelda was the one who suggested Hue retire and has even been pushing for him to leave behind blacksmithing in exchange for sewing, one of Hue’s new greatest joys. She wants to see her friend happy and knows he has been struggling post-adventure and is trying to find a way to help. Hue is appreciative but a little annoyed—he sees himself as fully capable of dealing with his problems and not needing Zelda’s help ‘fixing’ him. Still, he knows she means well and chooses to ignore how it really makes him feel.

Zelda believes the reoccurring dreams that Hue has are prophetic. After his dreams of Ganon before his adventure, Zelda has come to believe Hue is blessed with the gift of Sight, even if Hue insists he has no innate magical abilities. Zelda has repeatedly offered to coach him on how to cope with gifts of prophecy, but frankly, Hue is terrified to accept. He doesn’t know what it would mean about him if he was able to do this? Would he have to stop traveling? Would he have to give up his dreams of blacksmithing and sewing? Would he have to waste his time away with scholars and royals? Zelda has tried to comfort him but to no avail. When she brings it up, he tends to adventure more, disappearing at the drop of a hat and leaving Hyrule for more time than usual. Zelda has asked Ravio to help her talk to him, but the man doesn’t handle conflict well and is worried about upsetting his partner, leaving Zelda deeply, deeply frustrated.

Ravio: Hue’s partner of almost one year. Hue found Ravio exceedingly frustrating when they first met but felt bad for the obviously struggling young man. He let Ravio stay more out of pity than genuine want to help, but the more time he spent with Ravio the more he felt something was genuinely wrong with Ravio. Hue had dark dreams including a figure he soon came to believe was Ravio and was confused as Ravio seemed to be the most normal person he’d ever met, outside of his pushy businessman persona. Hue quickly learned the persona was just a farce after the first time he was critically injured. Sheero found him and, somehow, was able to get him back to his home. Ravio was in hysterics and proved to have an alarming knowledge of first aid and spent ages by Hue’s side even when he didn’t have to be, nursing the young man back to health. The first time that Hue woke truly lucid after the event Ravio clung to him, sobbing, and Hue realized that the pushy salesman was an act to help Ravio prepare Hue for his adventure the best he could. After that Hue became determined to get to know the man better and spent more and more time at home in between dungeons. Slowly, he coaxed stories out of Ravio of his home and his family, all of which were obviously embellished, leaving Hue positive that Ravio came from a dark, dangerous place, and he became completely convinced Ravio was hiding something. Still, despite the lying by omission and constant secrets, Hue came to deeply care for Ravio and trust him fully.

After finding out Ravio was his Lorulian counterpart, Hue’s dark dreams, the secrets, and the need to see Hue succeed, all made sense. Ravio was worried that Hue would feel tricked or lied to, but mostly Hue just felt touched that Ravio would do so much for him and Hyrule, a world and a person he didn’t even know. After the end of their adventure, Ravio assumed that Hue would want nothing to do with him, and that even if he did they would have no way to communicate. Ravio was very wrong. Hue worked tirelessly to find a way to reconnect to Lorule, and found it through ancient magic scrolls deep in the Eastern Palace that spoke of a ‘Dark World’ and dimensional travel. With it, he was able to send messages through magical cracks in space-time, which he used to reconnect with Ravio. Ravio was shocked, and flattered, and a little infatuated, and over the months their correspondence turned from platonic, to flirting, to genuine affection. Hue confessed first, and Ravio folded like a deck of cards. Spurred on by a need to see Ravio again, Hue continued researching into the Dark World and found magical glass, often made into mirrors, used to move back and forth. With some help from Zelda, he was able to alter the magic glass into a magic mirror of his own that allowed him to move back and forth between Loruule once again. Ravio was ecstatic, and the two often jump between dimensions to see each other.

Hilda: Hue wants to make amends with Hilda very, very badly and has made this known to her. Still, she resists any kind of friendship, feeling ashamed of her actions during Hue’s first adventure. He sends her letters once a week and believes that she throws them away—Hilda actually keeps each one and reads them over and over, desperately imagining a world where her, Zelda, Ravio, and Hue could put the past behind them and live as friends. The first time Hue showed up at her door she panicked and sent him away; after that Hue made a point to give the princess her personal space. He just wants them to be friends.

Legend: Legend is one of the people Hue is closest to out of Lana’s chosen and is his literal family—Hue is Legend’s half-first cousin three times removed! That makes Legend his great-great-great first cousin. Despite being so far separated, to Hue, Legend is an older sibling to Hue and Hue loves her very, very much. He knows Legend struggles with guilt and self-worth and does everything in his power to help with that without seeming overbearing or making Legend uncomfortable—a very hard thing to do. Hue lost his parents at an early age and never had any siblings of his own. Even Gulley, as sweet and loving as he is, isn’t a brother, and the blacksmith and his wife aren’t family. Growing up, Hue never had a family and so having Legend as an older sibling and mentor has been life changing and something he will never not be thankful for. Hue knows that Legend sees him as her responsibility and it bothers her somewhat, never wanting to be a burden on the older person’s shoulders. He sees the two of them as equals and is never quite sure if Legend does too, especially since Legend stresses that Hue is the younger of the two quite often. Still, between Legend and Bramble, Hue has a family again that he is so thankful for. He calls them the ‘downfall trio’ after piecing together enough of their shared history to figure out their shared hero died to Ganon, leaving their Hyrule in the state it is. Mask is surprisingly okay with this.

A sore spot between Legend and Hue is actually their connection on the timeline. Legend sees Ganon being revived in Hue’s adventure as proof of her failure, while Hue stresses that it was Yuga and Hilda that led to Ganon’s resurrection. This had led to multiple fights, many of which leave Bramble in the middle and have made Bramble cry, something that quickly shuts the other two heroes up and leaves them rushing to apologize. Hue is fairly sure that Legend does not see Hue as a brother like Hue sees Legend as a sibling, and instead more of a child figure. Hue is a wonderful student to Legend and greatly honored to be taught by the Hero of Legend, though he often pretends to only be humoring his cousin in hopes of keeping Legend’s head from getting too inflated. Legend is very protective of her items, especially her rings and jewelry, but is happy to share them with Hue, something that amazes the others and Hue accepts with great respect. Hue has expansive plans to take Legend to Hytopia and show her a kingdom filled with more magical clothes and jewelry than the hero could ever hope to buy.

Legend does not get along well with Ravio, who they see as not good enough for Hue, and openly dislikes Hilda for what she did to Hue, something that greatly upsets Hue.

Bramble: Hue views Bramble like a little sibling and utterly adores them. They are deeply saddened by the strength Bramble has had to learn to survive in their Hyrule, but is also deeply, deeply proud of them. The fact that they managed to teach themselves to read and write and to do basic arithmetic never fails to blow Hue away, and he cherishes every poem Bramble has written for him. He thinks Bramble is a fantastic writer and brags about them to everyone from his Zelda to a random street merchant, which Bramble finds sweet but incredibly embarrassing. Hue just wants Bramble to know that someone is proud of them.

Hue loves watching Legend and Bramble’s magic lessons and is content to sit and watch the two heroes conjure for hours. Hue’s Zelda is fascinated by Bramble and their magic, and keeps trying to get Hue to introduce them, but Bramble is too shy to and Hue is sure to respect that, even if he wouldn’t for another person. Still, he tells Zelda about Bramble constantly, to the point where the princess feels she knows Bramble as a friend even without ever speaking. Bramble is unsure of their gender identity and Hue takes great joy in dressing them up in his clothes and jewelry and showing them different ways to express themselves. Hue is the first person Bramble felt comfortable using he/him pronouns with, and the reason Bramble is increasingly comfortable in both skirts and pants. Hue is so, so proud of them and can’t wait to take them to Hytpoia and introduce Bramble to all his fashionista friends. He’s been teaching Bramble how to embroider instead of just utilitarian sewing, and the younger hero deeply enjoys it. Hue knows Bramble is somehow related to him and Legend and just isn’t sure how. Still, blood or no blood, Bramble is family and Hue would give anything in the world to keep them smiling and safe.

Items: Mother Maiamai’s children have created a (rather ugly and covered in glitter) magical bag for Hue to carry his truly copious amount of magical items. If you can imagine it, he is carrying it, and it includes everything from massive bombs, sand rods, three-shot bows, ice and fire rods, and more. His most precious possessions are Ravio’s bracelet and the scarf Ravio knit for him, and he keeps them on him at all times. He is also very protective of his magic mirror that he and Zelda made to enter Lorule—he doesn’t know that Legend used a similar one or that the magical artifact unnerves his friend, and Legend works hard to keep it that way. Hue has forged the sword and shield he uses, and sewn the clothes that he wears adventuring.

Positives: Hue is an upbeat and positive young man who is quick to laugh and give any support that his friends and family may need. He is skilled at understanding magical artifacts and is happy to pick them apart to see how they tick. He loves children and animals and is quick to befriend them without even trying. He is skilled with a needle and thread and gender nonconforming and hopes to someday settle down and integrate his love of sewing and his blacksmithing abilities to create a line of something new and wonderful to better the lives of the people of Hyurle. He is deeply forgiving, as seen by his deep wish to have a friendly relationship with Hilda, and isn’t one to hold a grudge. He is good at putting himself in others’ shoes and one of the most empathetic of the Links. He has boundless energy and is all around a charming person to be around.

Negative: Hue is quick to avoid interpersonal conflict—while he may be a thrill seeker when it comes to self-reflection and discovery he is terrified and actively avoids it, just like he avoids looking into his likely prophetic dreams. His constant need to forgive can lead to not holding others accountable and giving a ‘free pass’ to people who don’t deserve it, potentially putting his loved ones in danger. He refuses to acknowledge that this is a bad thing; after all, he isn’t great at self-reflection. He can be very defensive of his actions and the actions of his loved ones, leading to excusing actual mistakes.

#heroes gate #hg hue

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futureghost97 · 10 months

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oooooh currently crying because it’s now officially my childhood best friend’s birthday! I’m alone in bed and staring out the window which is nothing unusual for me these days but like… tonight it feels wrong because we should be suntired and drinking around the firepit at my parents’ old house, eating cake I baked and trying to be the funnier person and sticky with sand up to our shins and laughing with our friends well past midnight, and we should be exchanging our Christmas gifts on the patio even though it’s the middle of summer because we’re always half a year late with any gifts we give each other. but we have an entire country between us now and our friends don’t talk anymore and our mothers don’t know what happened and I miss being known and loved that well. Evan should be in charge of the fire (but I don’t even know where he is or who he talks to anymore) and Allison should be panicked about coyotes in the woods and gulley (but I can’t call her because I’m about to drop out of grad school for the third time) and Kyle and Katie should be huddled up for warmth (but they’re in separate cities and separate relationships and the last time I saw Kyle was November and the last time I saw Katie was two years ago). and Caleb should be hating that it’s his birthday and that everyone is celebrating it and paying attention to him, and I should be making him smile and wondering how I got so lucky and hating that he’ll have to go home to his house down the street instead of just staying forever (but he’s in LA now and I have no idea where he goes home to or who he goes home to and I only see him when he can afford a flight home). I shouldn’t be spinning and burning out in a cold city on my own, I hate this so so much.

#and maybe I loved him and maybe I’ve always loved him and probably I’ll always miss him when he isn’t here #and even when he is here it makes my heart hurt because it isn’t the same and I’m becoming someone he wouldn’t want to be friends with #and I had a migraine last month when he was in town and I canceled on him and now I won’t see him until the holidays at the earliest #and there’s too many difficult things I have to do between now and then and I need him here #ugh!#ugh ugh ugh #I’m getting weed this weekend this is getting to be too much goodnight #my stuff

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transmascnaotoshirogane · 2 years

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us? forcing gulley and legend being brothers onto everyone's dash? yes

“Hey, Link!” “Not now, Gull.”Legend sighed gently, waving his little brother off. “Were the kingdom people mean to you again?”Gulley pouted, huffing. “I can fight ‘em! I’ve learned a lot!” “Why are twelve year olds so desperate to fight people? No, Gull. And don’t let your mother know I’ve been teaching you to fight—she’d have my head.” “What does that mean?” “She’d kill me.” “...oh.”Gulley blinked. “...but what’s wrong? You look upset.” “It’s…complicated adult stuff.” Gulley pouted. “Does that mean you’re not telling me?” Legend nodded with a chuckle. “It means I’m not telling you.”

#the rainbow twinks #rainbow wips #⭐📚🌈🍓#lu legend

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branwendaughterofllyr · 9 days

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Would love to hear more about Sybelle!

This is a wild idea I had vaguely ages ago but I’ve been reading this fic and it’s been bringing it back. Uh, basically before I started on a poison tree, I was running through a lot of possible character ideas (including a Maris fic I know I’ve mentioned before. Rip Maris, maybe one day I will get back to you) and a widowed northern lady. At the time I was thinking maybe a Bolton? But now I think a Ryswell, mainly bc of their fiery horse sigil and producing Barbrey Dustin. The current thought is that Sybelle was married to a currently unnamed Umber (I kind of want to name him Ned?) who died leaving her a widow with one young child. At the urging of her family, she remarries to Cregan Stark, who has recently lost his wife Arra in childbirth, and they have a cordial and respectful relationship even if it’s not a love match. My general idea is that she winds up having an affair with Aemond that winds up in complete and utter disaster.

I have like. A little written now.

When she had been a girl, she had ridden through the wild hills of her home, over gulleys and through streams, faster and faster, thinking that this was the day she became the wind.

In the long summer of her childhood, she had wandered through tall grass turned gold by the sun and smelt the good smells of warm earth and horse.

“Winter is Coming,” went the words of her husband’s house. And now the ground had begun to turn to stone and there was no more free swinging girlish braids for her, but warm caps and hats and veils as befitted a married lady as fall came on around them.

I was toying with her mother either being a Moss or a Bolton (very different vibes, I KNOW)

#branwen answers #just a wild idea I do now have time for lolololol

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news-wtf · 9 days

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The owner of Phoenix Mystery Castle wants to demolish it

Located in the foothills of South Mountain Park, it was built in the 1930s by Boyce Luther Gulley who, like a whole lot of other people, moved to Phoenix about 100 years ago to recover from tuberculosis. Once he had, he set about building a castle for his young daughter, Mary Lou.

Gulley built the sprawling 18-room residence from stone, adobe, and a huge pile of found objects. Its façade is studded with pieces of old automobiles and telephone poles that jut from below its roofline. There’s a fence made from rail tracks salvaged from a shuttered coal mine. The castle has its own chapel and, like any good castle, a dungeon. All these years later, it’s a work in progress: Plumbing and electricity were added in the early 1990s, and some of the castle’s rooms remain unfinished.

In spite of that, Mary Lou and her mother moved into the castle after Boyce Gulley died in 1945. The women began offering tours. A LIFE Magazine article of the time referred to the building as a “fairy tale dream house.”

But no dream house is safe in Maricopa County, where prestigious and interesting buildings are routinely targeted for destruction. This time, the call is coming from inside the castle: In November 2023, a full demolition permit was requested by Rita Spears, the president of the Mystery Castle Foundation, a 501(c)(3) nonprofit organization that has maintained the castle since Mary Lou’s death in 2010. The permit was reportedly denied for one year by the Phoenix Historic Preservation Office. Which means Mystery Castle could be demolished as early as this coming November — unless someone does something to stop it.

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feymyth · 3 months

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The Day the Sun Died

Feysin dashed, faster than he had ever run in his life, barely feeling the exertion of knee high snow. He slid and ducked up and over gulleys, abandoning his post, his regiment of men behind. The sound was deafening…the roar of a dragon. His heart felt like it would beat from his chest as he approached the battle scene. What was left of Myth’s unit surrounded the large dragon. They were back against an outpost tower. A flash of a red cape gave Fey’s body relief. His own blue cape whipped in the wind as he joined the fight, pushing his way through the terrified men to the front. “Halone’s ass, why are you fighting the damned thing?” Feysin growled, knocking into Myth roughly. “Couldn’t leave the boy’s behind. Besides this is our job. We can’t let it get to the holy see.” Myth replied, bumping Feysin fondly. “Although the scenery has improved.” Feysin couldn’t help an emotional scoff inside his helm. “Let’s rid the countryside of this ilk so we can get some breakfast.” “Mm, one of those big spreads. Like we get at father’s house, mother does love to spoil us.” Myth chimed in agreement. There was a clamor of orders given and the attack was on. —------------------------------------------

Chaos…that’s all Feysin could see and hear. The screams of men, the crackling of fire, even the dying bellows of the dragon they had managed to fell. But that seemed dull compared to the sound of his heart as it beat, he was running again, towards the half fallen tower. The last place he saw Myth’s red cape. Damn Halone, damn the world. Why did he have to be a dragoon? Where were the winds now when he needed them. A gust of wind and he sailed quicker across the packed snow, his feet a blur until the smoke cleared. And he caught a glimpse of what he feared most. He collapsed to his knee, sliding to a stop at the side of Myth, flinging his helm away, tearing off Myth’s and beginning to check for wounds. “Myth…Myth!” Feysin asked, trying to get the man to wake up. A groan and Myth opened his eyes, blinking slowly, a fond smile warming his face, “About time you got here. Getting rusty, Sina.” “Shut up and conserve your strength.” Feysin snapped, his eyes going to Myth’s. Myth grabbed Feysin, pulling him closer, “I’m done for. Lost the feeling in my legs. I heard the bones crunch. Getting slammed by a dragon tail tends to do that.” Feysin shook his head, “that can be healed, that’s why we have medics.” “Sina...” He put Feysin’s hand on a large missing section of his side, “not sure I can live without my waist.” “No. You’ll be fine.” Fey nearly snarled through clenched teeth, he tore his cape from his back and set to mending the wound. So much blood. It soaked through, and that’s when he noticed the red snow surrounding Myth. “I love you, Sina. Think I always have, even when you were first brought home. I’ll never forget your tangled hair and dirty face.” He laughed softly, gripping Feysin’s chin and pulling him into a light kiss. Feysin tasted the blood and salt on his lover's lips, “I love you Myth. You and your stupid face and hair. Always drowning me in it. Even when we were kids.” Myth snickered, “my stupid handsome face.” Feysin nodded, “your stupid handsome face.” He echoed, voice cracking, tears finally dripping down his face.

“Have breakfast for me when you get back to the city. Order everything on the menu. Eat and for fuck’s sake get out of this godsdamned life.” Myth instructed, pushing a coin purse into Fey’s hands. Feysin shook his head, he wasn’t going to accept this, they were knights, the strongest, the ones that saved others, even each other. He sank against Myth, setting his forehead against his. “If you go I go.” That was what he promised when they took their oaths all those turns ago. Myth shook his head, gripping Fey’s neck tilting his gaze to him, “No. I said you’ll go have breakfast. Listen to me for once, and stop being so fucking stubborn. You never could listen worth a damn.” Feysin sniffled, smiling, “only because I know it drives you up the wall.” “Brat.” He smirked, then continued, “Live for me. For us. No more hiding.” He pulled Fey closer to plant various kisses on his face, concluding with a deep one to his lips. “You’ll hear my voice in the wind. I’m always here.” His hand pressed into Feysin’s chest, gripping tightly. “And next time when I see you again we’ll dance at that stuffy party, stun them all..” Feysin nodded, barely able to see past the blur of his tears, “I promise, for us.” “Good. Now come here. I want you close.” Myth pulled Fey forward, wrapping his arms around him. Closing his eyes. Feysin sobbed silently, and when Myth was gone he remained unable to move. Numb with grief—The sun had died.

#oc rp #writing #fantasy rp #ffxiv rp

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isasan347 · 9 months

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@ladye-zelda @cal-the-duende @link-or-sherlock

In case you’re interested.

So. I hc that legend and gulley are very close, and legends kinda like a big brother to him etc. and I thought that fable might also be close to gulley because she’s friends with his mom. Legend is too obv. Because of my theory that gulleys mother is one of the maidens blablabla.

I just liked the thought that aurora and gulley are close since they kinda have the same energy in my hc. They both look up to legend and/or fable and are very talkative and energetic and stuff

#that’s it #linked universe #legend linked universe #lu legend #loz #fable linked universe #lu fable #legend/fable #gulley albw #aurora Lu #isa rambles #Isabella’s silly headcanons

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lenixsocial · 3 months

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Well, it's been a year...

My dad died a year ago on the 21st of January. It's been a solid year's worth of existing in a world without him. That's less stress, less judgment, less anxiety, and less of family.

I spent most of my adult life wondering what it would be like.

My dad was a dichotomy: he both loved his kids, and would do most anything for them. This is in contrast to being a right bastard and emotionally (and physically) abusive throughout his life when he didn't get his way, or when others were doing things that he thought should go another way. He was manipulative, and cruel. I never bore that out as a youth, but both my half brothers did. I only experienced it later in my life.

To the outside world he was a saint. Everyone loved him where he worked, his friends would tell you about how he'd help the homeless out or any number of charitable deeds. I honestly do believe in the fact that he'd give the coat off his back for someone in need. It's just that this stands in such contrast to the absolute and utter chaos of his home life.

I could list a litany of things I put up with as a kid, which were treated as 'a funny story' which now would be considered 'abuse'. And my half brother Kevin and I have spent the better part of this year digging deep and coming to terms with events and kind of recategorizing them for what they are and healing from that.

Last Night I had a very lucid dream where I was walking through the neighborhood he grew up in. I stopped in at an old diner he used to frequent and ordered some cheese coneys and couldn't get the words out. I had to excuse myself and went outside and saw a procession carrying a casket with him in it. I got a call from my other half brother Gene who said he couldn't make it to the procession but wanted me to lead it.

I declined. He got mad at me and I said that I was done and began to walk away when the casket opened and he strolled across the street to me.

He said he missed everyone and didn't want it to be like this (pretty much the moment he died the family split). Those who back his ex-wife and those who don't. He said he didn't want the separation. I looked at this figment directly in his eyes and said "too fucking bad...you did this. This is your legacy. This is what you left behind". I then said "I still talk to my brothers. That's all I need. I was never close to any other family, they all back her and I don't really need to have heart to hearts with people I don't know, people who insult the memory of my mother, and insult my niece and her kids. No. The family is fragmented. In time it'll heal, this will all be memories but you've left it with her. This is not what you wanted, but it's your comeuppance." He then uttered "take care of each other at least". To which I said that I would. He then sat down and said he failed. I looked down at him sitting in a gutter and said "Tabetha told me that I had to stop the martyr complex years ago. You looked like a fool. You acted like one too. People aren't your puppets. They're gonna do what they're gonna do. You didn't drive them to this. They chose it. You can't control everything. And you sure as hell can't get everything you want".

He sighed and looked up and me and said "I'll see you around son. Tell Tabetha I love her too. I love Kevin and Gene. Tell them." I was about to say "they know". And he was gone.

I then spent another fifteen or so minutes this morning reflecting on things before coming to this conclusion: He's gone. You will recall the good times, forget the bad, learn from the mistakes, and go forth. All you can do is what you are capable of doing. You can only control yourself.

I remain in a gulley where I'm even keeled on his legacy of help, and wanting to forget the anguish he's caused.

The only solace is that there's peace now.

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jimaparks · 4 months

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The Gulley Bumpkin

When I was a little kid, my parents used to scare me with stories of the Gulley Bumpkin. If you didn’t behave, he would come to your house and take you away. The story was common in the neighborhood I grew up in.

One night, after everyone in my family had gone to bed, I was awakened by noises in the alley behind our house. The alley was actually an arroyo - or a gulley as my neighbors called it. I learned later that it was Arroyo Chico. I looked over at my brother’s bed and he was gone. I ran to my parents’ bedroom and they had also disappeared.

I saw my sister walking through the house to the back door. It was like she was sleepwalking. I followed her to the open backyard gate, and she walked down into the arroyo, where there was a procession of people following a man dressed in an outlandish manner. I saw my parents and my brother. I called out to them but it was like they couldn’t hear me. I recognized other neighbors in the shuffling procession.

The man they were following looked over at me - he gave me a strange smile and beckoned to me. I knew from stories I had heard that he was the Gully Bumpkin. He was dressed in overalls and wore a straw hat. He was unkempt and his clothes were in tatters. He seemed to float rather than walk. I screamed and ran back into the house. Mac from across the street was there. He had always been a good friend of my family. He and his wife Em had no children.

“Quick, come with me,” he whispered.

He held my hand and led me to his house across the street. We climbed down into the fallout shelter that he had built in his backyard years before - much to the amusement of the neighbors. I was glad that at least someone wasn’t in the thrall of the Gulley Bumpkin.

“Where’s Em?” I asked.

“She’s one of them now,” he said, his voice choking up.

For the rest of the night I heard clawing outside the shelter, as if people were trying to get in.

“I think we’ll be okay if we can make it through the night,” Mac said, his voice shaking.

We prayed together and he brought out a well thumbed Bible. He read Ephesians 6 to me, the part about putting on the whole armor of God to fight against Principalities and Powers. I had heard that Mac was a hero in World War Two. I asked him if he had ever been scared.

“Every day,” he said. I must have looked surprised. He smiled and said, “Anyone who tells you they weren’t scared are liars.”

Morning finally came and Mac left the fallout shelter, telling me to stay behind. He was going to check things out. He came back and said he thought things were back to normal, but he had a worried look on his face.

We went into his house and there was Em sitting on the living room couch, knitting. She smiled at sweetly - so me thing about her creeped me out.

Mac took me across the street to my house, and my family was waiting for me. “Thank you for looking after our son,” they told Mac. They didn’t say anything else. I noticed that the tips of my parents’ fingers were raw and bloody.

After the incident, Mom and Dad seemed distant from me. Sometimes they would notice me with surprised expressions, as if they had suddenly remembered my existence. My brother and sister became nice to me, which was unusual. But my mother started to become ill. Her health deteriorated and a few years later when she died, she looked like she had already been rotting in the grave. She would lie in bed and ring a bell for me to get stuff for her. Sometimes she broke into loud peals of laughter. She terrified me. My father took to playing golf all the time, and I rarely saw him. I don’t know if that was related to the Gully Bumpkin incident, but I’ve always thought that golf was a strange game.

Mac and I would meet at the park down the street, where we would talk about the strange and horrible world we now lived in. He had started sleeping in a separate bedroom from Em because one night he woke to find her standing by the bed staring at him - she was eating a mouse. He always emphasized that no matter how bad things got, we should never report our experiences to the authorities. We couldn’t know if they were in league with the Gully Bumpkin. I was glad that at least I had Mac to talk to. He became my only real family.

One night years later, when I was a teenager, Mac was found hanging from one of the swings at the park, the chains wrapped around his neck. They said he had committed suicide, but I knew better.

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