#he holds those two souls and takes the sword and tells them that he's going to continue to fight evil and injustice

[day-drawn-blog]

Part III: I meant to say, that I love you, or maybe, fear like a flame, what's happening to me.

- The Power.

Part III : Just tonight, maybe I'll rest in peace

Tags: angst, fluff, sadness, angst, fluff, then maybe eventually smut because I do love that

Part I. Crowned light moon of mine - I found you too soon

Part II : Lace your heart with mine Let your sleeping soul take flight

Part IV : There is much to do and I still want to live

Part V: our futures bound, our bodies known

Part VI : these ain't my sins, I broke my chains

Part VII: You are not mine and am I truly yours

Part VIII: your blood like wine, invites me in

Part IX: I'll welcome my sentence and give you my penance

Part X : I can't go yet...don't let me die

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Another day, another battle. You shut out Shadowheart's physical closeness and familiarity with Astarion out of your peripheral vision. Because you like her. And this wasn't her fault. You don't want to hate her. But something strange would happen every now and again. Walking along with everyone, during the day, you trying to keep your distance from the two, trailing behind a bit... Astarion would turn back and look at you a few times. Catching you off guard. He would smile if he caught you looking at him sometimes.

What is he playing at.

It's not like we are friends. Not like that....I help him... And we fight together. And then you almost slipped on a cliff trying to go down a cragged rock, he stayed behind a bit, and held his hand out for you. You had to hold it or you would have fallen on your face. Embarrassing. And awkward.

He was happy. Smiling.

Dealing a lot of damage. Energized. His happiness energized you too. You were glad. If being his friend meant such warmth, you would take it. Remember what you want to be. You want to serve and protect. Even those that are too proud to ask for it. Or too lost to hope.

That night at camp was a celebration. You cannot remember why. But a bard was singing. Everyone sat around the fire. Laughing, singing. Drinking. Halsin was throwing someone in the air. Laezel was lecturing Gale on the merits of working out your body as much as the mind.

Once again you were lonely in a crowd.

It's not that you were'nt surrounded by people you loved who loved you back. But, that you sat opposite him. Across the fire. Him next to shadowheart. You between wyll and karlach. Shadowheart was telling him something pouring wine for him. He was laughing at what she said, happy. What a smile. He should smile more. Though he might accidentally show his fangs. You didn't realize you were inadvertently staring at his face. He locked eyes with you. You jolted and looked away.

Dammit.

It's embarrassing as it is, you keep his secret and let him drink you. This ...this is crossing the line even for you. While you looked away from him, your face solemn, between two happy people, Astarion couldn't help but notice. He felt sad. For you. You had helped him so much. Yet you were so sad yourself. He felt powerless. He resolved to come talk to you when he could tear himself away.

You didn't want to linger.

You got up. Took your sword. A bottle. And sulked into the darkness. Away from the merriment. Guilty of leaving those having fun. But you needed to channel your energy. You swing your weapon at a tree a few times, then practiced some moves by yourself. The noise fades away. Your mind quietened. You stopped to catch your breath. To take in the view.

It was breathtaking.

As you were lost taking in the river gleaning in the moonlight in the valley down the cliff, you heard someone approach.

"I saw you leave. I got you some wine". Astarion's smiling face appeared from the shadows. He handed you the bottle. You gratefully accepted. "it's beautiful out here".

Yes it was.

"shall we? :) Everyone is happy back at camp. Come join them" he beckoned. As if he had sought you out just to escort you back. You obliged. Walking back, he expressed his gratitude, and asked if he could come visit you again. That familiar feeling of being used...

But you couldn't say no.

After the merriment of the night, you went back to your tent. Dreading the encounter. Your heart was beating so fast in anticipation of this secret rendezvous. Why did it feel so wrong, yet so exciting. Images of his eyes, his face close to you, bent on your hand, flashed across. The alcohol must be getting to you. You paced around the tent. Shortly after, you heard him approach.

Your heart almost stopped.

He stumbled in. Had he been drinking so much? Shadowheart did make him drink a lot, but still. He ran his fingers through his hair. Smiled his charming smile and came inside. "Are you ready, darling? I can't wait, I'm positively famished" he said reeking of alcohol.

Ugh. Whatever. He is not even in his senses.

What was I expecting. You went to him, half expecting having to support him, but he just plopped down on your pillows. On his back. He beckoned you to come near him. Clearly lacking any energy to sit up. So you sat next to him. Extending your left arm to him. He held it, then smelled your arm. Taking you in.

Weird. You thought.

He then playfully licked your hand, while looking at you. Entwined his fingers with yours, and kissed them again. You could sense your heat rising in you. Your heart pounding, feeling warm down there. What a tease. Just get on with it and be done.

He did something very unusual.

He continued to kiss the back of your hand, trailing up ever so slightly, then licked your hands up and then slowly down a bit back to your fingertips. He then turned your hand over and kissed your palm. He was on his back the whole time.

Does he think you are her?

What is he doing? You were getting flustered, humiliated...but you didn't want him to stop. You were greedy. Just when you were about to ask him, he bit you. The sharp pang was surprising this time. He wasn't being gentle, you let out a little moan, looking away, then dropping down next to him. You felt drained. The feelings were too much to handle.

Principles be damned.

You want to savor the moment. The man you yearn for, right next to you. Your shoulders touching. Lying on your back, next to each other, hearing each other's breath. His face so close to you, with your hand on his lips. His thighs next to yours. You want to touch him...

But can you?

You shouldn't. Must not. Maintain your dignity. You urged yourself. Please. You don't want to stoop so low. He let go... With another kiss on your hand, he licked the droplets, then turned to look at you. You could smell the alcohol again. His eyes were happy, he was smiling. He looked nothing like the deceptive manipulative rogue you think he is, at that time. Just someone, very happy, very safe, very content.

Isn't shadowheart waiting?

You wanted to ask. But it wasn't your place. So you let him be. He held your hand in his. Entwined your fingers. And he showed no signs of getting up. Much to your panic. Is he going to be here all night? He can't be planning to? You propped yourself up on your elbows. To get a look at his face. But he was already asleep!

This....son of a gun!! He was passed right out.

Part IV : There is much to do and I still want to live

#astarion x tav #astarion romance #astarion bg3 #astarion x reader #astarion fluff #vampire

[michpat6]

mipha’s happy ending is her death.

had she managed to survive waterblight ganon, she would have been the last champion standing. there would only be one divine beast firing at calamity ganon, but without link there with the master sword to do any real damage she’s just making it easier for zelda to snatch him up and put him on a divine leash, and who’s to say the other three beasts wouldn’t turn on Ruta in an attempt to snuff out the one that got away?

but if she does make it out, leaving Ruta on standby or whatever makes sense, link is dead. zelda is trapped in the castle. the other three champions are ghosts bound to cold, mechanical tombs that do nothing but wait for new victims. she can’t kill three blights if she barely survived her own. she can’t possibly kill the calamity.

so mipha goes back to Zora’s domain, hugs her father and Sidon, and hears from the Sheikah scientists that the Hero has been placed in that cave they found on the Great Plateau, that it’s going to heal him better than her Grace ever could, and that he’s going to wake up soon and retrieve his sword and save all of Hyrule.

mipha holds sidon closer and mipha waits, because she knows link, she loves link, and he always comes back. he never leaves a quest unfinished.

the fields burn, more people die from the Guardian attacks, lynels armed with shock arrows take over most of the woods near Zora’s Domain, and mipha waits.

and waits.

and waits.

a hundred years pass. sidon has grown so tall, even taller than her, and she wonders if the sheikah scientists were lying. that woman, Purah, hasn’t contacted her in ages, and the last she heard of Impa, she could barely walk a few feet without needing her cane.

a lynel has made its home atop shatterback point. mipha would feel more confident in taking it down if her Grace wasn’t waning after a century of use healing anyone that comes to her, and if she didn’t still feel the phantom pains of Waterblight’s spear as it pierced her torso. she’s too afraid to pick up a trident, now, because all she can hear is her own screams echoing off of Vah Ruta’s walls.

then link walks right into the throne room and asks after Divine Beast Vah Ruta. why doesn’t he have to worry about this one? why isn’t it infected like the others?

mipha runs up and engulfs him in a hug, tears streaming down her face, and when she pulls back to look at him there’s no recognition in his eyes.

he doesn’t remember her. he doesn’t remember anything. all he knows is that he has to save his princess.

mipha has known that the two of them were meant to be together since she was born. she grew up hearing the legends of hyrule’s royal family, she knows how intertwined their souls are, but still she held out hope that maybe once, just this once, a different princess would catch his eye, maybe one that wields a trident instead of a Sheikah Slate.

but now he doesn’t know anything about that. he doesn’t know anything about anyone, and still the only thing on his mind is zelda. mipha’s happy for her friend, she’s happy that zelda is the one who gets to have him if it isn’t her, that zelda has found someone so devoted, but it doesn’t stop the ugly, jealous part of her from rearing it’s head just a little bit.

she points link in the direction of shatterback point, and watches his back disappear around the corner. he comes back thirty minutes later with twenty shock arrows and a new sword and shield.

he’s going to gerudo town next, he tells sidon, because boys will be boys and the two of them have bonded over the week he’s spent in the Domain. he wants to learn more about Urbosa, and more about Zelda by extension. Those two were close, weren’t they?

mipha wishes him luck. he leaves. so she waits.

and waits.

and waits.

a month later, a message from the Chief of Gerudo Town reaches Zora’s Domain. the Hero of Hyrule went inside of Divine Beast Vah Naboris two weeks ago, and he hasn’t come out. their scouts can confirm that Naboris is back on the prowl, kicking up a sandstorm as it searches for its next challenger.

without mipha’s power to give, without her Grace to guide him, without her to save him, link has died again. they can’t afford to put him back in the shrine of resurrection, who knows how long he’ll sleep this time, and Zelda’s power is growing weaker by the day-

if only she hadn’t survived, mipha thinks. if only she were a ghost, too, and if only she could offer him her Grace so he would survive Thunderblight Ganon. At least he would be alive. At least she would be happy to stitch his skin back together and shove the life back into his body for as long as he needs her to, it would be her pleasure.

mipha’s death is her happy ending, because at least in death she gets to stay by link’s side.

#i wrote this in a fit of madness #mipha ily #Mipha’s unrequited love is actually way more powerful than if it were requited #breath of the wild #mipha #legend of zelda #link #zelda #botw #zelink #miphlink #unrequited miphlink #zelda fic #i woke up and chose violence #michpatfics

[twirlyeyebrows]

Hiiiiii 🤗 I hope your doing well I was thinking about some ideas for one piece and maybe headcanons for the straw hats (mainly luffy) with a child/teenage cremate who is shy and fearful but loves the crew

They will stutter hide behind them l

Go on adventures with them

And we could see the strawhats fight over them occasionally

they don’t talk about their past but they were scared of people before due to issues but they have hope in humans but are kind and help out with things like strategies I just think it would a wholesome yet fun idea to work with

Also if you want it to be more interesting you can make them overprotective or maybe yanderish the possibilities are endless!

Feel free to ignore!

this is such a cute request omg !! tysm <3 i had a ton of fun writing these and i hope you enjoy { sorry i just chose a few of the straw hats, if you want the rest shoot me another request and i can do the whole crew :) }

✶ Shy Crewmate w/ Straw Hat Pirates Headcanons ✶

♡ Content Warnings: N/A

♡ GN Reader

♡ Word Count: 1.3k

♡ Luffy ♡

✶ Luffy has always been your favorite member of the crew, but you'd never tell the others that.

✶ You find yourself clinging to him the most. His carefree way of life amazes you and you wonder what it feels like to have no fears. This wonder draws you to him more than anyone else.

✶ When enemies (or anyone, really) get too close, you find yourself getting angry and jealous. You try to suppress the feelings but they always cause your blood to boil until you lash out at the opposer. Sometimes it ends well, sometimes it doesn't, but Luffy always gives you a pat on the back that makes it feel worth it.

✶ You see him as the hilarious older brother you never had growing up. He helps calm you down in times of need and he tries his best to be patient with you, even if he often fails. It's the thought that counts.

✶ During heated battles you (very reluctantly) stay away from him. He’s always facing the danger head on and you know you can't let yourself get too involved with the fighting… Though sometimes if there's not enough time for you to make a safe escape, you'll end up with your arms wrapped around his neck holding on for dear life as he punches his way to victory. These are secretly some of your favorite moments. It gives you the sense of adventure you crave but are too fearful to seek out on your own.

✶ Luffy always saves a spot right next to him for you at the dining table. More often than not he'll unintentionally eat a good portion of your meal, but you're too timid to point it out to him. Plus, you're more than happy with what Sanji provides anyways!

✶ It may take a while (a long while) for you to come out of your shell a little bit, but once you do it's non stop goofy duets between you and the rubber man.

✶ He’ll never leave you out of the crowd. Even if you're trying to cower behind him, he'll pull you into the group huddle and make sure your voice is heard. It can be overwhelming at times, but you know it'll be helpful in the long run.

♡ Zoro ♡

✶ You don't talk to Zoro all the much. He's a muscular, straight-faced, sword wielding “pirate hunter” and all of those traits mixed together scares the hell out of you. Despite this, every interaction you've had with him as been nice, so you know deep down he's a kind soul (even if appearances make that hard to believe).

✶ Most of your interactions with him include trying not to trip over him while he's sleeping on the deck in the middle of the day.

✶ The other times mostly consist of his insanely quick reflexes saving you from falling off of high buildings or into the water.

✶ You can recall one time early on in your induction to the crew where he was on night watch and you sleepily stumbled onto the deck, still trying to get the hang of being on the ship. He bluntly invited you up and with a little bit of hesitation, you agreed. The two of you mostly sat in silence and simply looked at the stars in the night sky, but you remember feeling an odd sense of comfort from the man. Since this time, you often think about asking to do the night watch with him again, though your nerves get the best of you and you can never seem to spit out the words you want to. Maybe one day you'll have another nice night in the crow’s nest…

♡ Sanji ♡

✶ Sanji always makes it a point to make sure you're feeling as comfortable as you possibly can.

✶ He’ll bring you special snacks when you don't ask for them, he'll cook you extra servings since he knows Luffy always takes yours and you won't tell him to stop, and he’ll always makes sure you're full before you leave the table after every meal.

✶ You feel as though you can confide in Sanji a little more than the others. You don't know much of his past and he doesn't know yours, but you can tell you both have something in common, even if it's unspoken.

✶ His presence is calming and you never feel pressured to change while you're around him. He doesn't mind your stuttering or fumbling over words- he's always patient and caring.

✶ You'll never understand his crazy obsession with women and quite frankly, you never want to. It's something you've learned to block out and you try your best to avoid him when he's making a fool of himself.

✶ He’s always the first to rush to try to help you out of a sticky situation, he'd never be able to live with himself if something bad happened to you. He feels almost a parental sense of responsibility for you. Because he was cheated out of his childhood, he doesn't want you to be cheated out of yours.

✶ You view Sanji as your more responsible “older brother” or maybe even a little bit of a father figure. You've never had someone care for you so much and it makes you feel so welcomed.

♡ Usopp ♡

✶ You and Usopp are kindred spirits. You two always try to stay out of trouble and are probably the two most conscious people on the crew.

✶ You both notice the tiniest details in everything that's going on. An enemy mysteriously moved from one place to another? Both you and Usopp are keenly aware of it. The group split off into smaller groups to divide and conquer? This chills you and him to your bones. Everything that goes unnoticed by the rest of the crew in battle, is spotted out immediately by the both of you.

✶ You find comfort in Usopp’s nearly irrational fear of everything. Him making up fake illness names to try to explain these fears never fails to make you crack a small smile even when you're terrified. Him being scared of everything makes you feel less alone.

✶ In your free time he'd try to teach you how to draw if you wanted. You accept the offer every once in a while and even though it can be stressful learning to do something new. Luckily, he’s extremely understanding and doesn't mind going over one step multiple times until you've got it down. Many of these drawings end up being pinned up in the kitchen or in various Straw Hat’s rooms.

✶ During most adventures and fights, you try to stick with Usopp as much as possible. Though he may not be the most reliable in combat, you know his intelligence and slingshot can get him far. As a bonus, you know he's always going to try to stay away from trouble as much as you are. And it never hurts to have a like minded rational person around!

♡ Robin ♡

✶ Robin has essentially adopted you as her own child.

✶ Much like how she thinks of Chopper, she thinks you're absolutely adorable and will go to any length necessary to protect you at any cost.

✶ She has a talent for getting you to a place of serenity when things get extra overwhelming and she'll always take the time to work things out with you.

✶ She’s extremely analytical in her ways which can be frustrating at times when her points clash with your emotions, but the majority of her advice is extremely valuable to you. You never take her help for granted even if sometimes it's unwanted.

✶ After Usopp, you try to stay glued to Robin the most. You know she can and will protect you with her life, though the danger that comes with her name scares you a little too much for comfort. You know that following her will lead to trouble, but sometimes it's worth it.

✶ You love sitting on the deck and watching sunsets with her as she reads you a book or lists off random facts about whatever it is she wants to teach you. Before joining the Straw Hats, you hadn't learned much about the world and Robin has become your personal teacher.

✶ Most of your survival skills (excluding the ones you learned on your own before joining the crew) come from Robin and her well rounded knowledge. Her intelligence amazes you and you often ask her for help with common practices, to which she cheerfully provides.

#one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece imagine #luffy headcanons #zoro headcanons #sanji headcanons #usopp headcanons #nico robin headcanons #twirlyeyebrows

[karingu]

giving proper thought to the timeskip in inuyasha (part 2/2)

In Part 1, I wrote about what Kagome must've gone through during the three years she and Inuyasha were apart, and why it might've had to take three years for the Well to open up for Kagome.

I emphasized a lot in Part 1 and emphasize again, three years is a loooong time that the story just sorta breezed through... so I wanna slow it down. How were things going for Inuyasha? In this part, I want to give attention to his actions and specifically the things he says (comparing English/Japanese) after the timeskip, which showed me how much his ability to love Kagome had evolved.

part 1: kagome part 2: inuyasha

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First, to get this out of the way, I'm really touched that his feelings for Kagome never wavered. Maybe it's sort of "obvious," but it was still such a pleasant thing to see how much she's on his mind, even when she's not there.

Thanks to Shippo being an endearing lil' shit, the most important thing we learn is how Inuyasha goes into the well every three days. Even Kaede is like "wow, this guy" (and feels really sorry for him bc she suspects Kagome cannot come back).

You know how they say (in the US) you can deduce a lot about a person based on what they do with the shopping cart? It's like one of those things.

Basically, how do you act when (you think) no one is watching?

Anyways, you can tell Kagome's absence is really hard on him.

In the timeskip panels/brief scenes in the Sengoku era, I noticed that Inuyasha seems a bit down. He's not depressed, but his voice/face is just not as energetic, sort of low mood-ish. His body is here but his mind is somewhere else. He has a couple panels/frames where he's just looking at the sky.

But what he said to Kaede really stood out to me.

When he found Kagome's family weeping for her when he saw her home, in the official Eng translation he says: "I realized I wasn't the only one who treasured her." In the Japanese anime/manga, the nuance is closer to "I realized it's not just me who thinks Kagome is precious," or "It's not just me who holds Kagome dearly." (Those are my own translations)

(One thing to note, the English manga said he says, "It was meant to be," but he doesn't say that in Japanese.)

This is SO!!! special for me to hear/read because it shows me Inuyasha has acquired the healthiest form of the "love" skill.

Congratulations, young grasshopper.

No matter how much he loves Kagome, Kagome is also just as loved by her family. By recognizing that and acknowledging his place, he shows that he loves Kagome for all that she is, beyond the scope of just their relationship with each other. He is acknowledging that Kagome has a life without him, and to love her means to accept it, even if it comes at a cost detrimental to him.

To love someone is to let them go.

This is a stark contrast to the beginning, where he's literally throwing trees, boulders and tantrums over Kagome going home. This time, he had no choice, but he is calm and resigned since the start.

So, he goes about his days. That's all he can do. He has this awesome sword that can literally cut a portal to the Netherworld, yet no power to go to the other side of the well, where he wants to be. All he can do is hope that one day, Kagome will come for him, just like how he came for her all those times before.

Trust in tomorrow. (“Tomorrow” or 「明日」 is the name of the chapter/episode.)

He appears semi-resigned to his fate, but it is implied he never lost that hope. One, because he always goes to the well. And two, his nose is always looking out for her scent. When she does return, the second his nose twitches by the scent of her, he drops EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE, B*TCH, KAGOME IS BACK, MAKES A BEELINE TO THE WELL, and oh man, when I saw this page, I almost gasped at his face, which I don't think the anime did justice:

Eyes are the window to the soul, people. And iono. Those eyes said LOVE to me in a way no words can. TAKAHASHI KNEW THIS PAGE WAS IMPORTANT. He is practically kissing her with those damn eyes.

What he said after this is also pretty sweet. In the English manga he says to her: "You fool… what took you so long?" I think that’s a clever interpretation, bc it implies he’s trying to play off how long he waited, which is on brand lol. He might've had doubts that she could come back, but he's pretending he didn't doubt (bc he's a Cool Guy).

I have a soft spot for what he said in Japanese in anime/manga tho:

「バカ野郎…今までなにしてたんだ。」 -> "You fool... what've you been doing 'til now?"

HAHA. (Um, finishing her education, you dumdum.)

Even after three years, he's not saying "I thought you'd never come back," or something along those lines. He just sort of ~whines~ in his gruff manly man way.

The nuance comes across to me like, "What have you been doooingg, Kagome?? :(( I missed you."

Aw shucks just get a room you two.

(And then they did. And then they had Moroha eeeeeee!!!)

-> To read my Part 1 about Kagome, click here!

#now... i rest #dreamy sigh #inuyasha #kagome #kagome higurashi #inukag #inuyasha x kagome #kagome x inuyasha #inuyasha anime #inuyasha manga #my:posts #my:inumeta

[thevoidscreams]

Hi if you're still taking primarch request could you do something with the lion he gets so few fics

The Lioness and The Lion

Short but sweet, this was the first thing to come to mind. I hope it's okay.

Rated E for 'eeew they're in love'

Just fluff and kisses, mentions of emotions and stuff. The L word too.

The rock had been so quiet without your love. You'd waited patiently every day for his awakening. And the Watchers had taken you down, everyday, to see him. He looked so peaceful in his sleep. But you missed him terribly.

The years passed by, and you watched him change. It was nearly imperceptible. Even as your own perpetually youthful body stayed the same, you aged in mind and spirit. Growing sharper and honing those razor-sharp skills that the Lion had bestowed upon you. Now, even human, you were as deadly as the best of them.

Still, you waited. Suddenly, the watchers did not allow you entry anymore. For days you tried and were rebuffed, sent off to sulk and train.

'The Lion has returned' you were the last to hear it, and it infuriated and frustrated you.

You were his spouse for crying out loud.

You tried to find out his location, but it seemed like every time it was somewhere else. So you stayed on the rock. Sat on your hands and your anger and just trained. Day in and day out, till your body was sweat slicked and you were exhausted. What little time spent away from training was only essentials. Food, shower, sleep, awaken, and train the rest of the time.

It felt pointless. Even before you could at least go down there and see him. Rest your head on his chest and tell him you loved him in person.

Your sword slacked its thirst with the blood of a very unfortunate combat servitor. It didn't matter.

Tears dripped from your cheek as the edge of your blade touched the floor. It was something Lion would have chastised you for in the past. Now, even his chastisement would have been preferable.

"You know you aren't supposed to let it touch the floor. You'll dull its edge."

Your eyes went wide, and you turned with all the speed and excitement of a child. Almost clumsy as you dropped the blade, seeing the form of your most beloved in the doors of the training hall.

You don't even remember clearing the space between the two of you as you collided with his armored chest where he caught you.

"Lion! Oh, Lion, it is you!" The tears cam faster and harder now. Your body wrecked with sobs as he held and comforted you.

"Yes, my little Lioness. It is." He too felt close to tears. He'd wondered from the moment he was fully lucid again if you'd still be here if you'd have held out for him. The prideful side of him had hoped you would, that the vows you both made really would bind you both forever. Another small part of him felt sorrow that you'd endured all those years alone without him. And yet another, the part that loved you with all his heart, body, and soul was overflowing with happiness at seeing you again.

"Please forgive my tardiness, my Lioness. I did not intend for that to yake so long."

"All is forgiven, my love. All of it. Just please don't leave me like that again."

You kissed him, really kissed him for the first time in ten millenia, and it felt like heaven.

"There is much still to be done. I will need you by my side for it."

"Of course." You smiled despite the tears you attempted to scrub away. "You say that as if I'll ever leave your side again."

He laughed as his own tears began to flow, and he just held you.

"I would expect nothing else from my Lioness."

You both held each other till the tears stopped. And he swept you up from the floor, holding you tight to his chest.

"I love you, Lion."

"I love you too, my Lioness."

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #40k #fanfiction #primarchs #primarch x reader #my writing #primarch #lion el'jonson #lion el'jonson x reader #wh40crack.

[leahnardo-da-veggie]

For want of a flower

Iz came upon the spirit-vale to find it destroyed. The wooden tree houses were burned to a crisp, and ectoplasm, flesh of the twice-dead, soaked the soft grass. The reek of war, death and fire made her sick. 

It was obvious, she realised, that the Godhuntress had no plans to enslave the spirits. She wanted them all dead. Their corpses, translucent and childlike, piled up in corners, lovers clutching each other as they were massacred, warriors standing guard over the weak and innocent.

She stood in the clearing, the only soul save for a lone squirrel. The smouldering ruins seemed to mock her, laughing at her incompetence. What if she had come a week earlier? What if she had not dallied, had not gotten lost in the dense woods where the spirits made their home?

The spirits were a secretive group, lurking within the trees of the Celitane Forest. They had no love of humans, but neither did they care for the Gods. Yet Iz knew, deep in her bones, that the Godhuntress would come for them next.

And she has been right. Too right. Iz's fingers hunted for the thrill of magic amongst the masses of wrecked souls, the tell of a surviving spirit. "Damn it all," she muttered angrily. "Is anyone out there?

"Leave us be!" The shout was a boy's, defiant and terrified. Iz turned, ready to yell a reassurance, but a thought struck her.

What if the child was not yelling at her? The corpses were so fresh — Was the Godhuntress still there?

The notion struck fear in her heart. Her mot- mortal enemy, lurking just inches away from her. Iz crept towards the voice, pulling out her fateful arrow and slotting it into the shelf of her bow. 

She rounded a corner to find two children clutching each other, a boy and a girl, skin as translucent as frosted glass. The girl was a ghost, doomed as a child to never grow to adulthood. The boy, she suspected, was a spirit. 

He certainly was spirited, holding himself to the fore to protect his friend. His pale eyes held the same ferocity that possessed trapped rodents, and his lips were pulled back to reveal sharp canines. They were caught in a cage of fire, unable to flee without being burnt to a crisp. "Back off! Do you not know who I am? I am the ruler of this clan, and you have intruded upon my territory," he yelled in futile rage.

"I am not here for you, fool boy," the Godhuntress laughed. She loomed over them, blood-red braids whipping in the air, wings spread like a harpy death-bringer. "Surrender the girl, and I shall let you live."

"She is my vassal, and I am soul-sworn to defend her! You will have to kill me before I allow you to take her," he snapped back.

"She is the Goddess of Dreams, boy, and a being infinitely more powerful than you. Did you know that, when you took her in? She lied to you and used you," The Godhuntress told him mockingly. "Did you know that you were nothing more than a scrap compared to her glory? A wingless fly to her eagle?"

From the look of anguish on his face, the spirit boy did not know. He looked at the girl in betrayal. She shook her head frantically, hissing something to him, trying to pull herself away from his desperate clinging. Iz drew her now back, aiming carefully at the Godhuntress.

His face hardened. "I did not know, and I do not care. She is my vassal. I am sworn to protect her, in sickness or in health, in power or in weakness, in life or in death! You will have to claw my cold, dead, broken body from hers!" His voice cracked at that last sentence. He took a deep breath and steadied himself. "I, too, am a god. Will you not take me instead?"

"Stupid, stupid weakling of a boy. You're not even worth the blade I would kill you with. I might let you live, as an example of what happens to those who disobey me. Step aside now, and live. Or die like the rat you are," the Godhuntress warned, raising her sword.

"Hans! Let me go! Listen, it's okay," the girl murmured. "It'll be okay. You helped me all those years, Hans-el. You took me in, a strange ghost arriving on your doorstep one day. You gave me a life worth living. Consider this the repayment of my fealty." She hugged him tightly, and pulled herself away.

"Don't you dare!" The boy clawed at her desperately. "Berry, as your liege, I demand you stay here! You saved my life all those years ago. 'Tis I who owe you the world, and I will repay my debts, no matter the cost." Iz took a deep breath, steadying her aim. She only had one chance at it.

"She will kill you," the girl said with grim certainty. "And then she will take me and kill me too. And I will not allow that to happen, because I-"

Iz loosed her arrow, and it slammed into the Godhuntress' head. Blood blossomed from the wound, and she fell to her knees. For a moment, Iz could almost believe that she had felled the Godhuntress. 

Then she turned around. "You," she snarled, the word filled with ire. "You have challenged time and time again. You truly think yourself capable of stopping me with a mere arrow? You are a fool, then, as well as a traitor." Her eyes, red like glowing ash, gleamed with bloodlust. 

"Mother," Iz said, spitting the words out like a curse, "It is you who are the fool, and the traitor. Look at what you are doing. Our people were made to protect others. They are children, Mother. Children. Does that word not mean anything to you?"

The Godhuntress regarded her with cold fury. "They are a goddess and her servant," she replied, ignoring the boy's yelp of indignance. "And they are standing in the way of our liberation. For millennia, our people have been enslaved by these _gods_, and the other immortals have turned a blind eye. They sang songs in our praise, pretending that we were selfless philanthropists, rather than tormented slaves. Angels, they called us, and feigned ignorance to our agony. Is it not fair that we get revenge, daughter?"

Iz looked away, unable to respond. "They tore your wings away for befriending a Fae, daughter. They corrupted your soul and threw you down to mortality. How could you still support these monsters that style themselves deities? Is it not fair for our people to be free, and for them to be subjugated?" 

That Iz had an answer to. "No, Mother. The blood of innocents will not heal the wounds we have been dealt. Massacre will not return me my wings. Revenge will not bring peace to those who have suffered." 

"They treated us like animals! They ripped every hope and dream out of our people and played with us like toys! I will not rest— I will never rest until my people are restored to their former glory. I will never rest until I have made them pay for every indignity we suffered. I will never rest until every being that has wronged us has felt our pain," she said, daring Iz to defy her.

Iz stared at her with pity. "Mother, the gods are all dead. The Fae have fallen. The Spirits are shattered and scattered. Everyone who has harmed our people is long gone. Let Vengeance leave you. You have achieved your goal, and none will ever seek to harm our people again." She reached out with one hand.

"No! My work is not done. I must build a Haven for the Angels, and then I must secure it," the Godhuntress said, wenching herself away from Iz.

"Mother," Iz said, patience seeping out of her body, leaving sick, pained sadness in its wake. "You will build Heaven for our people out of the blood of others. You will secure it in the screams and deaths of the innocent, Mother. And they will remember you as a monster. Does it not concern you that they call you the Godhuntress, rather than the Guardian Angel?"

The Godhuntress paused, and Iz knew she had found a weak point. "They see your reign as drenched in blood, a mere continuation of the evils the gods perpetrated. The only way to stop this cycle is to find peace. You need to stop," Iz said. " 'Tis not too late, Mother. Take my hand, and we can make this better."

They looked into each other's eyes, and for a heartbeat Iz believed that it would all work out. Then the Godhuntress turned away. "My name is Ina. Do not call me your mother again, Isobel, for no daughter of mine would stand between me and a better world for mine."

Iz's breath caught in her throat. "Mo- Ina, please, do not do this. Your hands are already steeped in blood. Do not steel your heart in ice."

The Godhuntress laughed. "My heart? Ice? I have no heart, girl. You ripped it out of my chest when you turned on me. Now, put that bow down and leave, and pray I do not hunt you."

Iz did not move. "I will not move, Godhuntress," she said, though her heart ached. "I have a duty to fulfil."

"A duty to who? It certainly was not to the one who birthed you," Ina scoffed.

"Indeed, it was to my mother," Iz said. "To the woman who defended the innocent, who did not blame children for the cruelty of their predecessors. To the hero of the Celestials. I swore to her that if she ever lost sight of her path, I would bring her back to the light, and uphold her wish to protect the innocent." She took a deep breath and pulled out a sword from her belt. "And if my words will not sway you, perhaps my blade will." 

The weapon was a falchion, crafted from the metal of the Void, sharp enough to carve through steel and immune to magic. It was Iz's last hope of dissuading the Godhuntress, obtained at great cost. 

"So you show your true colours," the Godhuntress snarled. "Brute." Her sword was out of its sheath in a heartbeat, and the duel was on.

Behind them, completely unnoticed, the girl said, "I love thee, Hans. And that is why I cannot let you sacrifice yourself for naught." Gently, she pressed two fingers to his forehead. "Sleep, my liege. Let at least one of us live happily ever after." As the boy slumped, she planted a kiss on his cheek. "May you come to rule the world someday."

She got to her feet unsteadily, watching the duel in front of her. Iz was fast, faster than she thought possible, but the Godhuntress had parried every attack and then some. It was going to come down to who was willing to kill the other, she realised sadly. And the Godhuntress would kill anyone.

"Godhuntress! Let us settle our dispute like warriors. Face me in single combat!" The words escaped her lips in a yell.

The Godhuntress spun around, deflecting a final blow from Iz, then disengaging. Her lips spread into a grim smile. "So, you will die honourably, little goddess? Very well, then." With a flick of her wrist, the flames were dispelled, and the girl stepped through. 

She was small, and scared, but she knew what she had to do. Berry fetched a stick, just big enough for her to wield. She shook so much she could barely stand. "Ready," she said, though she was not.

The Godhuntress grinned. "Then it is time for you to die," she told the girl. 

This was less of a battle and more of a massacre. Iz could not stand by and watch the girl's painful attempts to ward off the Godhuntress' attacks. She was playing with the girl, Iz thought. She was distracted, overconfident. Iz had a shot at it. This time, she could not hesitate. This time, she could not pull her punch.

Iz gripped her falchion with white knuckles, waiting for the Godhuntress to turn her back to her. Then she charged. Her feet hit the floor silently, the world holding its breath as time tiptoed around that fateful moment. 

Quick as a flash, the Godhuntress' blade embedded itself in Iz's chest. "Fool girl," she said. "You thought I did not know you would try this?" Iz let out a choking rattle and spat out a thick clot of blood. "Any last words for me?"

Iz met her mother's gaze, held it with impenetrable emotion. "Forgive me, mother, for failing in my duty," she croaked, not bothering to push her guts back into her body. Blood pooled around her body. With her last breath, wracked with incredible agony, she said, "I wish I could have saved you."

The Godhuntress watched the lifeblood seep out of her dispassionately. As Iz let out a final sigh, she leaned down and retrieved her sword. Turning to the girl, she said, "Shall we continue?"

The girl stared at her in horror. "She was your daughter. Why would you kill her?" Her voice quavered.

"I killed her because she stood in my way," the Godhuntress said. "Just as I will kill you."

"And that's it? You will kill me simply because I was born into power? Though I have harmed none?" The girl clenched her twig-staff to her chest. "You're scum, Godhuntress. Worse than the beings you hunt."

"I have given you exactly what you gave me: the smallest of mercies. I will let your little boy live, and I will grant you a quick death, for you have not harmed me or mine," the Godhuntress said coldly. She raised her sword.

The girl turned to the boy, who slept peacefully. "You promise not to hurt him?"

"Yes."

"Alright then," she said, not turning around. "Can you do it without telling me? I- I do not think I can…" She trailed off, unsure. "I am scared. I have died once, when I thought the world would never be kind or warm. Then I was proven wrong. I… I love, loved, will always love this life. I do not wish to lose it. I am not ready to die." 

She began to turn around, then stopped herself. "Are you still there? Are you listening? Will it hurt?"

The Godhuntress said nothing, only sweeped her sword in a powerful arc.

#Really proud of this one's ending #Kinda angsty tho #And def one of the more dense things I've written #my writing #writeblr #writing #creative writing #writerscommunity #spilled ink #writing community #fantasy #short story #wrestling #angst

[libid1ne]

capable.

peter ballard/001/henry creel x reader

✰ summary: the man you fell in love with is no more, and you begin to question if he was ever capable of loving you in the first place.

manipulation ; fighting ; lying ; blood ; gore ; being in denial ; pet names

enjoy!

you had been in love. with a man so seemingly perfect, you believed him to be sculpted from marble. he was always sweet, a gentleman right down to his core.

however, you doubt any of it was real. you cant believe it’s real, you’d go insane if you did. that he loved you at all, that he, who had created this slaughter was even able to feel, to love, to care.

you don’t want to think that after all he has done, that he had touched you with those hands once.

cupped your face, grabbed your hips, touched you, loved you, played with you. and that you had been so willing to give it all, down to the last drop of your being, to him.

the room lacked the quiet happiness it once had. the smell of iron filling your nose, and breaking your already sore heart. the headache you had only intensified by the tears streaming down your face.

how could any of this possibly be real? it was only last night he had kissed you, held you in his arms and rocked you to sleep while telling you sweet nothings. how he’d protect you, and love you, and how he’d never leave your side even if he died.

it had sounded like a dream at the time, now it sounds like a nightmare. a promise turned threat, and it makes your stomach churn as you two stare at each other.

this man—no, this monster had been your everything then, and even now you still feel that craving, that part of you that loves him. wants him, needs him.

it disgusts you, and like a double edged sword there is no good ending here. you are fated to die either way. he steps closer, reaching out to you, and you flinch away from his touch.

when he tries again, you only take a sharp intake of breath and let his crimson coated hands take hold of your cheeks. the tacky feeling of dried blood makes you frown and peter smiles. was he always this wicked? had you just never seen it? been aware of the hatred carved into his soul, into his heart, into his ways?

he presses his lips to your forehead and holds them there. the contact repulses you, and you’d like to blame it on muscle memory when you lean further into his touch.

you know it’s not. but deep down you feel as if this whole entire time, all the months you spent wrapped up in this devils embrace and told i love you, was false. a faux happiness. that it was a lie.

and as you stare deep into the blue of his eyes, you drown in them. and despite the burning in your heart, the ache that stands prominent. you come to the conclusion that no.

peter ballard, a devil disguised as an angel, cannot possibly be capable of love. just like you, are not capable of falling out of love with him.

#peter ballard x y/n #peter ballard x reader #peter ballard #001 x reader #001 #001 x you #vecna x reader #st vecna #vecna stranger things #st s4 #henry creel x reader #henry creel #stranger things s4 #stranger things #stranger things spoilers #x reader #st season 4 #st 001 #dark fic

[catierambles]

Summoned Ch.2

Pairing: Demon!Syverson x Bethany Stewart (OFC)

Warnings: mentions of sexual content? Minors DNI 18+ ONLY

WC: 962

@brattymum96 , @ouroboros113 , @peaches1958 , @summersong69 , @eldarwen333 , @omgkatinka , @identity2212 , @lucypaulette , @km-ffluv , @kebabgirl67 , @squeezyvalkyrie , @rebelangel1102 , @geralts-yenn

Bethany poked her head out of the kitchen, looking at the demon sitting on her couch watching late night infomercials. The ritual site had been quickly cleaned up at his suggestion, just in case anything else decided it wanted to hop through uninvited while the door was open. Metaphorically speaking. The sword had vanished who knows where and she would definitely not be getting her security deposit back after the damage it did to the floor.

"So I better get to bed." Darla, her roommate and chief instigator said, "My flight is early tomorrow."

"Um, excuse me?" Bethany asked, looking at her quickly. "You're still leaving?"

"Yeah, the ticket is non-refundable." Darla said.

"Darla, we summoned a damn demon."

"No, technically, you summoned it."

"It was your idea!"

"Please, he already said he can't hurt you." Darla said, rolling her eyes. "Being bound to you and everything."

"He keeps looking at me like he wants to eat me."

"Eat you out, maybe." Darla said with a snort. "It'd do you some good. Lord knows David isn't."

"Oh goodness, what am I going to tell David?" Bethany said.

"Who's David?" They heard and looked over at him standing there.

"Her boyfriend." Darla said quickly.

"Ah." The demon said.

"Well, Sy, Mr. Demon Sir, I'm flying out early tomorrow to visit my parents for the holidays so it's just going to be the two of you for the next few weeks." Darla said and he cocked a brow at her.

"Really."

"Really." Darla said and he looked over at Bethany, who was refusing to look at him.

"Just you and me then, doll." He said, "Which suits me just fine. Easier to figure out what I'm doin' here if there ain't distractions." She didn't say anything and Darla left the kitchen with a word, heading to her bedroom and leaving them alone. "This boyfriend of yours. He treat you good?"

"For the most part."

"Explain."

"I mean, we fight, but what couple doesn't." Bethany said and he nodded. She looked at him suddenly as he moved towards her, backing up as he advanced until her back hit the fridge.

"And he takes care of you?" He asked, looking down at her and her eyes moved over his still bare chest briefly before they met his. "Doll?"

"Y-yeah." She stammered and his head tilted to the side slowly.

"I think you're lyin'." He said, "I don't think he takes good care of you at all."

"W-what's it matter?" She asked, "W-why do you care?"

"Because it's a damn shame if a pretty witch like you ain't havin' her needs met." He said and she swallowed heavily. "Don't worry, doll, I ain't gonna do anything you don't want me to." He leaned into her, bracing himself against the fridge, and she pressed her hands to his chest to keep some space between them, his skin warm under her palms and the hair covering his chest coarse.

“I’m not--I’m not a witch.”

“Me bein’ here says otherwise.” Syverson said, “But don’t think that just because you summoned a demon means your soul is gonna burn, witches can tap into the infernal and the divine.”

“You mean I could summon an angel if I wanted to.”

“If you had a reason for it, yeah, but they don’t like to make those rituals common knowledge. My kind, on the other hand, we planted the seeds to see what would grow.” He said, “Now, while I ain’t some incubus, I wouldn’t mind spendin’ time with you, darlin’. Power calls to power and you’re powerful. I'd be even more damned if I said your hands don’t feel good on me.” He laid his hands over hers, holding them to his chest and she could feel his heartbeat. “You want me to take care of you, little witch? I could. Make you forget all about that boyfriend that don’t take care of you.”

"I think--"

"Yeah?"

"I think I should go to bed. Alone." She pulled her hands out from under his and moved around him, leaving the kitchen and he heard a door close a few moments later.

Bethany lay in bed, going through her phone, hesitating a moment before she selected the contact, putting the phone to her ear. It rang a few times, but was picked up before it went to voicemail.

"Hullo?"

"Hey, babe, sorry I--"

"What the fuck, Bethany? It's three o'clock in the morning."

"I know, I just--"

"It couldn't have waited until the goddamn morning? Fuck."

"David, I--" The line went dead, her phone beeping at her to let her know the call had ended and she sighed, tucking her phone under her pillow. As always, her eyes started burning and she blinked rapidly to keep the tears from forming and spilling over. It was stupid, she knew she shouldn't have called him so late, she knew he didn't like being woken up. She just…she didn't know. She just wanted to hear his voice, and she had, but laced with anger and annoyance. She shouldn't have bothered him, she would only hear about it in the morning. Bethany hadn't realized she had been crying until she heard her room door open slowly, a weight dipping the bed behind her and strong arms coming around her to hold her back against a solid chest.

"Let it out, doll." He said gently, "I can feel you hurtin', side effect of bein' bound to ya. Let it out, it'll only hurt more the longer you keep it locked away." Soon she was sobbing in his arms, feeling foolish about getting so emotional about it. "I ain't gonna ask, you can tell me if ya want." She didn't say anything, just cried quietly until she drifted off to sleep.

#henry cavill #captain syverson #summoned

[angelsdean]

thinking abt this post and how apocalypse world SUCKED and someone in the replies said it’s coz they focused on the wrong characters and thinking ok so this is a world where dean and sam never existed right?? so it would be More Interesting to have like a full season arc where THEY are stuck in this world and how it changes because of them. also would make for interesting dynamics. having them form new relationships with “old faces” who never knew them. instead of the weird dynamic of acting like the old faces are the og characters 2.0 like, show them making new and different relationships with these characters. 

this is all taking place in s13 btw. so like, cas just died and instead of mary getting stuck there, it’s dean and sam. Mary then is left behind with all the bodies and with BABY jack (he can pull a twilight renesmee and rapidly age in a few eps) but i think, mary who lost her babies, mary who struggled so hard when she first came back, would benefit from having a little baby to take care of for a while. anyways, so mary’s plot will revolve around working through her grief and mother feelings and also enlisting help from others (maybe crowley didn’t die this time) to help get the boys back. 

meanwhile, dean is losing his mind with grief because cas just DIED in front of him and now he can’t even properly burn his body and put him to rest AND he’s stuck in this alternate world where michael the arc angel is gunning for his ass AND lucifer is there AND everything sucks. but okay, he’s hopped up on adrenaline and they’ve got work to do so he manages to stow his shit for a bit. then, they cross paths with AU!cas and he’s NOT like the weirdo one from canon ok. he’s more, numb. like when cas was under naomi’s control. he’s following orders. he’s obedient. this is a cas who never met dean, never rebelled. never was changed by dean. and dean is SO desperate to have cas back, any version of cas, so, he focuses on getting through to this cas. maybe he taken prisoner or something and cas is tasked to guard “the michael sword” and during that time....dean talks. he talks to cas and tells him about humanity and tells him why humanity matters, why it’s worth saving. he tells him about his cas and everything they went through together. and slowly, cas thaws and he starts to listen and he becomes captivated by this bright soul. and when michael comes for his sword, cas rebels for dean once more. he helps dean escape, the two of them on the run from angels. they meet back up with sam and the others and cas fights on their side. michael and lucifer are coming. sam and the others say a portal’s opened up not too far from camp but they gotta get moving. 

by this point, jack has aged up AND gotten OG cas out of the empty AND opened a portal to apocalypse world and so when dean, AU!cas, sam and the others get to the portal there’s mary, crowley, gabriel, jack and......cas. dean is weak in the knees and they collapse into each other, holding on for so long, but then michael and lucifer are there. The others scramble to get through the portal, rowena helping them from the other side. dean is torn, he looks back (ohh the look back!) and tells AU!cas to come with them and AU!cas looks back sadly, looks at where dean and cas’s hands are clasped together and shakes his head, tells him there’s no place for him back in that world and to go. but before they can get through the portal, michael is there and he’s NOT going to lose his sword again. so AU!cas does the only thing he can to buy them those last few moments they need to get away, he steps in front of michael and takes his blade to the chest. and dean’s screaming, because another cas just died for him and then he’s being pulled through the portal by his cas and falling to his knees, burying his face in cas’s stomach as cas cards through his hair, just crying and mourning and also feeling so damn grateful that his cas is alive. anyways this is how the s13 apocalypse world plot could’ve been good 

#this got so long but. i'm right and i should say it #vic.txt #the good spn that lives in my mind

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

@the-lonely-human

🫂 Comforting hugs

🥶 Cold

✊🏽 Protecting

💀 Near-death experience

Decided on which characters to use for this one and decided on Casey Jr and Future Leo.

This was going to be a drabble....but I should know better by now that it usually doesn't happen that way when I get a sudden urge to write :p

Writing prompts

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The poor kid was shaking like a leaf. Even with the amount of jogging he was doing, he could still feel him trembling dangerously.

Leo pulled him closer to his chest and pulled his scarf off his neck, tucking it around around the boy's neck and face. He already had on two jackets already and was still shivering like crazy so that thin old scarf wouldn't have made much of a difference, but it didn't hurt to try.

He adjusted his hold on the teen as he rounded the corner, paused and scoping out the landscape. Those damn Kraang had their cursed hunting hounds out all over the area, an obstacle they already had knowledge of before making the plan for the weapon retrieval from a neighboring base.

It was supposed to be a quick and easy mission, find the base, exchange information, gather up the weapons, and meet back at the rendezvous point before they were spotted. Simple, easy process.

Well, some unfortunate soul got noticed right as they were about to get their stockhold, and it all went wrong so quickly. Everyone was scattered and running in different directions, laser blasts where firing in the air and those mutts were on them in seconds.

All he could do was grab Casey and drag him to cover which, due to him being a giant turtle carrying a sword, didn't help much in terms of sneaking off. They only managed to get a few feet away before a stray blast flew past his leg. It didn’t hit its aimed target, but it certainly hit a target, a much smaller one.

Leo could tell the moment he felt Casey scream out, and his legs gave out from under him, slowing their pace down as he nearly fell face first on the ground, narrowly managing to catch him. he couldn't even tell where the wound had hit. All he could do was hope that the wound wasn't too severe and their backup would close in on their location soon.

That was an hour ago.

A full hour had passed, and still no word on anyone, not even from the other soldiers they were with. It turned out Casey's wound didn't go too deep, but he was going to need some help soon if a fever breaks out

He mentally cursed at the damn device Donnie had made before they went out that was supposed to be "used in emergencies" and will "save your asses quicker than you can get a one night stand".

That last part was unnecessarily aimed at him, but he was going to have a serious discussion about some updates if it's taking them THIS long to find them.

"S-sensei?" He heard the small voice croak out through the thin fabric as he saw tired, glassy eyes looking up at him. It looked like he was seconds away from passing out, not that he could blame the kid. It was an intense day for both of them.

He gave a small, weary crooked grin back at him. "Hey Hard-Case, try to not to talk, alright? You gotta save up your strength, that blast caught you a little too good."

"B-...but-" Casey let out a sharp gasp as he attempted to move, curling his body and falling back into the arms of his teacher. He grasped at his side and panted sharply.

"See, now what did I just tell you?" Leo scolded lightly, sitting down on the ground, minding not making any fast movements. He gently moved his hand away, readjusting the loose wrapping of his bandages.

That managed to get a strained snicker out as a reaction, better than nothing, but nothing could be better than to hear any updates, something, anything.

"Y-you told me n-ot to t-talk!" Casey argued, letting out a harsh cough. Leo lightly patted his back and raised an eyebrow.

"I did, so I would have figured that you would get it through that noggin of yours that you should limit moving around either, but we both know that you're stubborn as hell so I'm not surprised."

"Master Leo?"

"Hmm?"

"Where is everyone?"

Leo let out a slow breath. No doubt, he was expecting this question. That was the hard part. The hard part of trying to tell him in a different way each time he would ask. He would have thought it would be easier as time went on, but oh, how wrong he was on that.

"I don't know."

It was only half the truth, he definitely saw some of them get struck down as he was running with Casey, hearing the sounds of their voices cut off the moment those mutant hounds pounced on them. Though there could be some survivors hiding away just like they were.

He felt Casey lean back closer to him, knowing it was due to realization since the kid didn't ask any follow-up questions.

"But It's okay, alright?" He gently brushed a thumb across his cheek and face, moving the stands of loose hair sticking to his damp face. He gently pulled him closer and cradled his head with his free hand, leaning his cheek against his hair.

"We'll be alright."

#death tw #rottmnt future leo #rottmnt future leonardo #rottmnt casey junior #casey jones jr #future leo #peepaw leo #rottmnt #ask game

[mysteriouslyspookyandcooky]

Kilug the Orc (f/m)

female protagonist has moderate stutter

warnings: violence, language, sexual themes, mature themes

words: 4442

Being born into such a high family has, I admit, given me some problems. Unlike the rest of the clan, I refuse to follow in their footsteps.

That sounds stupid and selfish. But in this day and age, as the world progresses and the different empires rise from the ground, I realize there's no need to murder our way through.

Death is necessary. I, too, have fallen into the desire to paint people red, but in youth, anyone can be an idiot. My mother, bless her soul, has tried her hardest to make sure I never turn into my father. As terrible as it is, I thank the gods he's dead. Even though I was meant to love him, his ways are worse than any tyrant could make up.

As an orc, we were destined to be hated. Yes, we rule a part of the North, but it wasn't taken without decent bloodshed. Now I'm left with the parts my father destroyed. Left with string and hope to try and pull the kingdom back together.

Coming into the crown was terrifying at first. To think I had to try and win the hearts of a nation over from the fear my father planted within them.

It was a slow start, but in two years' time, I made Aidrinyar into a prosperous nation that didn't need to kill people to show its dominance. Trade with neighboring kingdoms opened once more with some negotiation. Seems people are more trusting of my mother. A saint she is.

Along the corridor, Kilug hears a small cry. Not one of pain as it sounds. Opening the door to his right, a woman looks over frantically. It's one of the maids. Kilug takes in her disheveled figure and gasps, "Is everything alright?"

She shakes her head as she sits on the edge of the bed, "My mother. And sister. They're oh gods-"

Kilug looks around then approaches her, "Come along. My mother will help you."

His mother sits in the mess hall playing with some yarn as her son approaches her. The woman gasps and sets her needles down, "Dear, what's wrong?"

The woman falls to her knees. Kilug manages to catch her as she falls to help her into a nearby chair. She sobs slightly, "Tell me what's wrong."

She takes a moment to collect herself, "My mother and sister are at the edge of town. I just got word that someone raided that end and I-" 

The maid breaks into sobs again, "Kilug. Take Ornis and the others to go check it out. What do your mother and sister look like?"

Gulping, she squeaks out a simple response. "My mother is older but my- my sister has bright red hair. It's long too. Answers to Ivor."

Kilug nods to his mother and heads out of the room. Ornis is his head knight. His sword shield as well. Just as he tells the darker orc the news, he's grabbing his axe off the wall with a curt nod.

It doesn't take long to reach the edge of town. The maid was right. At least five homes are destroyed. Kilug curses but a person comes flying out of one of the houses. It's a man. Human man. He groans from the floor as someone appears out of the door he got thrown from.

Red hair flashes in the wind as a sword is held in their grasp. It's a woman. The man scrambles to get up but she steps on his hand as he reaches for his sword. He begs for a moment before her sword goes into his chest.

Kilug frowns slightly but he gets what he deserves. The woman turns to them quickly, terrified. Kilug gets off of his steed first and smiles.

Her sword goes up, ready to attack him as well. Seems she has a wild spirit. Her clothes are dirty and ripped in some places. Those places are from slices to her limbs. Bloody scratches seep through the fabric as she stares him down.

This must be the sister. Her hair is long down by her hips. She wears pants much like a soldier would. Her legs stand apart as she breathes in heavily. Her eyes are a dull blue as they stare into his own brown ones.

He approached her carefully, "Ivor?"

Her head tilts, "Your sister. She sent for us to come and find you."

Her head shakes as she holds her sword, "She works as a maid in the castle."

That makes her drop her sword slightly. Then she points to the house. Kilug motions for Ornis to check. They stare at one another as the knight heads in. He comes back out, "Her mother. She's sick but doesn't look injured."

"We'll grab your mother and take her back to the castle, okay?" Kilug watches as she goes to retort but when her mother starts a coughing fit she frowns. Ivor nods his way. She watches as they load her mother into the wagon. Ivor looks at the thing before pulling herself up.

Ornis takes hold of the reins as the king moves back to watch the two. Ivor holds her mother's hand. She's going to be fine, that he's sure of, "Did you know those people?"

The redhead looks his way and only shakes her head. Kilug nods and it goes silent the rest of the way back to the castle.

Her mother is automatically taken in by the medics as Ivor follows the king and his tall knight suspiciously into a large room. Kilug's mother looks over and then stands. 

The maid gasps, "Ivor!"

The redhead smiles for the first time as she runs toward her sister. The smaller one collides with Ivor as she wraps her arms around her frame. The maid sobs into her chest as her sister holds her there.

She pulls away, "Are you okay?"

Ivor nods. Her sister sighs, "You look terrible..."

Kilug approaches, "Go get some rest. I will have to ask you about what you knew of those men. I'll also send one of the guards to tell you news of your mother."

Ivor still stares at him as her sister smiles, "Thank you. Thank you so much. What could I ever do for you?"

The precious queen shakes her head, "Nonsense, my dear. Go rest."

Ivor holds her sister's arm as they walk out of the room. The redhead looks around as her sister speaks to her.

"Good job, my son."

Kilug smiles down as his moth, "Her sister is odd."

His mother raises an eyebrow, "Idi, the maid, mentioned she doesn't speak much. And tends to be the most standoffish of them both."

"I could tell. She raised her sword at me."

His mother, Amaria, chuckles. They both leave the room. Sometime later, Idi heads off to sit with her mother as the king calls for her sister. They have a small conversation before splitting ways.

Ivor looks much cleaner now as she comes into the main area. Kilug sits there waiting for her. He smiles when she enters, "Please come sit."

She looks at the chair before sitting in it. Her clothes seem new and there's no blood left so he assumes her wounds were also dressed.

"Ivor."

The woman looks up at him, a plain expression on her face. The orc smiles, "Do you remember anything about the raid?"

She says nothing for a moment before settling on a simple nod, "What do you remember?"

The woman makes a motion with her hands and points to her ears. She symbolizes a loud noise with her fingers extending, "Loud noise?"

Ivor nods then points to her mouth then makes another move to show screaming. The orc feels odd watching her act this out but he doesn't question it. But he can't help but wonder as to why.

Kilug nods, "Could you tell me what you heard or if you knew anyone's faces?"

She frowns before pointing to the quill on his desk. He frowns, "I'm afraid it's empty at the moment."

Ivor groans and crosses her arms in front of her, "Can you not speak to me?"

The woman flinches. The king watches her as she opens her mouth, "P- p- people do- don't like th- the way I- I talk."

Kilug sighs. She has a stutter. That must be why she doesn't talk. Her speech sounds lovely though considering.

"I don't see anything wrong with it," he tells her. She looks up at him and sighs. Then she starts the story.

The king leans back into the chair as he nods, "And that's what happened before?"

The woman nods, "Y- yes. Is th- that al- all you n- ne- need me f- for?"

"Unless it's for personal business, I will no longer need to ask you questions."

"P- personal b- b- business?"

Kilug smiles and shakes his head, "I just meant if we could talk."

Ivor looks at him and laughs, "Why?"

"Am I not allowed to want to speak with you?"

She sighs, "You c- can. B- but wh- why wo- wou- would you wa- want t- too?"

The king smiles her way, "It may surprise you but I rather enjoy your voice."

She states at him then laughs. He rolls his eyes, "I'm not kidding. Besides, I have time to talk to you as you'll be staying here for some time."

The redhead nods her head and offers him a hand, "I- I'm n- no e- eas- easy t- t- target."

Kilug smirks, "Doesn't that give me more of a challenge?"

Ivor opens her mouth to speak but closes it again. A small smile comes to her lips, "D- do- don't get y- your h- hopes up."

The king smiles, "I'm sure you'd humble me real quick if I did, my dear."

He watches as a small blush comes to her cheeks. She smirks and nods her head, knowing he to be true.

A week goes by. Their mother heals splendidly as Ivor acclimates to the castle life. Her time is spent in the library or in the training field. Her work as a warrior is worth talking about.

Every day, given the chance, Kilug will show up by her side. He watches her fight and looks at a distance as she reads.

One day, he moves into the library and notices her sitting by the window. He smiles as she tucks her hair behind her ear, "H- how m- m- many times wi- will you j- ju- just stand th- there?"

Kilug flinches but ends up chuckling. This time he approaches her, "You've noticed?"

The woman nods her head, "Ev- ev- every time."

A blush comes to his face and she chuckles. Her hand comes forward and pats his shoulder. She leans back and looks back to the pages before her, "You read a lot."

Ivor smiles, "I do."

"Why?"

The woman frowns. He tilts his head her way. She smiles at his ways, "I can- cannot spe- speak well."

"You sound lovely," he admits. The woman stutters, but not from speaking. She shakes her head, "I re- read be- be- better than I- I ta- talk."

He thinks for a moment and nods his head, "It makes you feel better?"

Ivor nods a little sheepishly. Kilug smiles and takes the book from her hands, "May I?"

The woman nods slowly, not sure what he's about to do. He looks at the page and starts from the top. Then he starts to read. It surprised her but soon she was leaning against the cushions and watching him. She studies his movements. Everything. It only makes her smile. At some point, she's not even listening. 

After the chapter, he turns towards her. He blushed from the look on her face, "Did I read okay?"

She nods. The woman moves towards him and brings him into a hug. He freezes for a moment before wrapping his arms around her, "Th- thank you."

Kilug smiles and squeezes her a little, "I'll do it for as long as you'll have me."

Ivor shakes her head, "Idiot."

"That I am."

After that interaction, Kilug doesn't shy away from walking up to her. For months they talk and become closer. Sometimes he even spars with her. It makes her happy and he could always use the practice.

Approaching the field, he notices she's not there. Frowning, he enters the castle. Ornis comes running up to him, "Kilug?"

"What?"

His friend seems frantic, "It's Ivor."

He runs alongside his friend as he takes him toward the medical ward. Idi stands outside the door with his mother. She sighs, "She's in there."

"What happened to her?"

Kilug's hands won't stop shaking as he speaks to them. They notice.

Idi let a few years fall down her face, "Some orc had asked to spar. She thought nothing of it. But he wasn't even playing fair! He almost chopped her arm off!"

Kilug turns to Ornis. He nods, "We have him already."

He says nothing more as he walks past his friends and into the room. The medics now at his presence, "She should be fine, your highness."

"What's wrong?"

"Her arm is in bad shape. The gash was so deep we're surprised it didn't fall off," the king grimaces, "But she's a tough one."

Another medic cuts in, "She may not have all the feeling back on the lower end of her left arm though."

They bow once more before leaving the room. With a shaky sigh, he moved towards the bed. Her hair lays on the white pillow. It's a stark contrast that makes him smile.

Sitting next to her wakes her. Ivor looks up at him through blurry eyes, "Kilug?"

"I'm here, my love. I'm here."

She barely registers the endearment as she sits up some. Then she hisses, her arm hurting, "Th- that fu- fu- fucking hurts."

He chuckles. At least she had her humor still. He pulls her to his chest, "Are you alright?"

"I'm a- alive."

Kilug sighs and pulls back. The man reaches into his trousers and pulls something out. It's a necklace. Small green beans are the main focus but a rin hangs in the middle, "Wh- what's th- th- this?"

"I won't lie to you, Ivor. These past three moons you've changed my life. I couldn't bear the fact that you were injured. I may kill that orc with my bare hands..."

The woman chuckles, "But that made me realize how I can't live without. You may say you hate your voice but I want to listen to it for the rest of my days."

He moves to kneel on the floor beside her. He takes her hands in his own, "Marry me. Be my queen."

Ivor notices how he says my instead of our. The woman feels tears in her eyes. They fall but she makes no sound for some time. Her good hand cradles his cheek in her palm, "I love you."

The orc smiles and crashes up against her to meet her lips. Her hand tangles I'm his hair. He pulls away, "I wou- would l- l- love to m- marry y- you."

Kilug smiles, a tear falling down his face, "My lovely bride."

The redhead laughs and kisses him over more just before he places the necklace over her head.

As she heals, he barely leaves her side. Rehab becomes something she has to do towards the end. Her arm is still attached and still works but she had to train it back to what it once was. She can't feel much of anything below the elbow, but it still can be used.

Moving around the library, someone comes up and picks Ivor off of the floor in a sudden burst of energy.

The woman yells, but a welcoming and rememberable smell hits her nose. She turns to look down at her king and smiles, "H- hello."

Kilug lets her down some and places a kiss on her lips, "Hello, darling."

She still blushes at the nicknames but it only makes her happier. Much like the rest of the family was to the news of the engagement.

Her fingers tangle into his hair and push it out of his face. He nips st her fingers making her pop his cheek, "Stop."

"You know I can't help it."

He sets her down and she smiles, "Now wh- why are yo- you here?"

He smiles and winks, "You're arm feeling better?"

"Yes?"

"Good enough to get married in an hour?"

Her mouth hangs open wide, "Hey, close that mouth of yours."

He pushes her bottom jaw up and smirks as she rolls her eyes, "R- r- really?"

He nods, "Just us, Idi, my mother, your mother, and Ornis."

Ivor only smiles, "I d- don't ha- have an- any- anything to- to we- wear."

"Coming as you is good enough for me."

The woman smiles up at the orc and nods, "I- I'll me- meet you in a- an hour."

The king smirks wide and kisses her again, "Good. I plan to enjoy you tonight."

He leaves her with those words. The woman almost drops the book in her hand. She looks at it. It's a romance. She laughs as she puts it back on the shelf.

Idi grabs her within minutes, refusing to let her go in without something nice. Her mother stands there and chuckles as the two bicker, "Now, dear sister, we both know Kilug is rather large so-"

Ivor makes a loud noise and shushes her sister, "Th- that's not im- im- important!"

Their mother rolls her eyes, "Idi."

Idi shrugs, "You're my sister. My tall and strong sister. But Kilug is two feet taller than you! Be careful."

Ivor grumbles as her sister winks at her. The wedding is simple. Neither of them wanted anything grand anyway. In the end, they all serve themselves food and ale. They all realized Ornis rather enjoyed it a little too much.

Kilug, being his friend, helped him to his room before heading back to his own. Ivor was already there, sitting at the vanity in the room. Her knees were up to her chest as she wrote something.

He enters the room. She smiles his way before turning back to the letter, "What are you writing?"

She blocks his vision, "Yo- you can see l- l- later. It's n- not d- do- done."

Kilug smiles and nods, "Of course, dear. Now come to bed."

She shakes her head but is soon picked up from the vanity and taken toward the bathroom. He, with her still in his arms, starts the flowing water from the river. The bath fills with water as he sets his wife on the sink.

Ivor frowns but smiles regardless. Kilug moves between her legs. The redhead kisses his nose with a small chuckle. He growls and kisses her lips in retaliation.

Their lips move against one another before he leaves to stop the water. The woman hops off the sink and starts to discard her clothing. The orc turns and is met with tanned skin. She shakes her head to ruffle her hair.

His eyes trail along her naked body in awe. She turns to him and notices his staring. Ivor frowns and points to his own clothes. He laughs and starts to discard his own.

Her eyes widen when his pants drop but she only smiles at him. He approached her and pulls her up. He settled into the tub with her in his lap. Ivor frowns and pushes his face away playfully.

Her thighs lay on his own. It's plushy, he notices. And soft to the touch. His hands land on her hips, somewhere he usually settled then but this time it's different.

Her hips are wide to accommodate her larger thighs. Her waist is straight from her work. Muscle lays in her abdomen and arms. Her breasts lay against his chest. They're bigger than he thought but she also liked to layer her clothing.

He lays on her chest. The woman sighs and drags her fingers through his hair. 

The two of them wash each other in the quiet. Then his wife settled back into his lap and kisses him softly. The notion makes the orc moan into the kiss. She smirks and he notices.

"I love you," she mutters.

"And I, you, my love."

Her hands fall down to his stomach as they kiss. One stays at his chest while the other reaches down to his cock.

He flinches and bucks his hips, "Hey...you don't need to do that."

Ivor rolls her eyes, "I- I wa- want to- too."

Her hand barely wraps around it. But the weird angle is worth it when he moans out. Her fingers drag along it, bringing him closer.

His head falls back and she kisses his jaw. He makes a small groaning noise before grabbing her hand, "Wa- was th- that not oh- okay?"

"No," he states, "I didn't want to cum like that."

Ivor smiles and kisses him once again. One hand of his holds her neck while the other moves down her chest. She gasps as he drags over her nipple but his trail doesn't end. His fingers turn oddly as he searched for her clit. 

Her body jolts when he finds it. The woman whimpers and pushes away some but he holds her there. His thumb makes small but precise circles. Her body then starts to move on its own, humping into his hand. Kilug smiles and kisses her forehead.

He keeps going and her moans only increase. Such beautiful sounds, he thinks. "K- kilug."

He nods and holds her in his arms, "Please," he begs, "Cum for me."

His thumb pushes harder and she yelps. It both hurt and felt so nice at the same time. Ivor falls slack against his chest. He runs her back as she catches her breath.

She shivers from the cold water, "P- pick me u- up?"

The man smiles and takes her with him as they wander back to the bed. He lays her down on top of the furs and smiles as she does.

Her hands reach out for him and he willingly falls into her embrace. One of her hands moves down and grabs his cock in her hand. He shivers, "Hey..."

Her hand pulls him towards her slightly and aligns it with her entrance. Kilug smiles, "Are you sure?"

"M- more than a- ah- anything."

The king smiles and moves his arms around. He helps align with her entrance and pushes in. The first initial thrust makes her back arch. He groans as her chest collides with his own. She already feels full.

He pushes forward more and a wanton moan comes from her lips, "Please."

The man smiles and kisses her softly, "You okay?"

"Yes. Pl- please."

"Please what?" He teases.

She groans aloud and slaps him playfully. It makes him shiver and twitch inside of her. The woman smirks and wraps her legs around his middle, "M- my love, pl- pl- please."

Kilug smiles and pushes into her. Soon enough his thigh is touching her backside. She whines and holds onto him. Her sister was right. Ivor lets out a small chuckle and kisses his lips.

"Want me to move?"

"Please."

He does. The first thrust tests the waters and she moans lightly. That's not enough. He pulls out and pounds forward. A loud moan exits her lips. He smirks and moves to her neck. He lays his neck in the crook of her shoulder as he pounds into her.

Her voice heightens as she mutters words. Small jumbles of words come out of her mouth. He does hear a few "I love you"s and "harder". The man smirks and takes her legs and pulls them over his shoulders.

Her back arches as she moans into his mouth. Her hands reach his back and hold onto him. He smiles as her nails drag painful lines down his back. He'd be proud to wear those for the rest of his life.

Ivor whimpers and holds onto him, "Love?"

"Hm?"

She grabs his head and keeps him close, "I- l- love yo- you s- s- so mu- much. You- you're the- the be- best th- th- thing t- to hap- happen to m- me."

It takes her a minute to get it all out, but it only makes tears form in his eyes. Kilug wraps one arm under her and keeps her to his chest. He kneels up, holding her upright in his arms. 

She moans and holds onto his face. They kiss with a fever as he bucks up into her. She grinds into him as they go. Her head falls back as she feels her climax approaching. His head falls forward and kisses along her collarbones, "I love you."

"I love y- you too," she whispers back.

One more thrust and a thumb to her clit has her screaming into thin air. She convulses a little as he thrusts into her, helping her high and reaching his. She can feel him cum. It's warm and it makes her smile. Her hands hold her body against his as they both breathe heavily.

Kilug falls forward slowly and lets her lay back on the covers. He rolls onto his side and watches her breathe. Her breasts move up and down with her movements.

Ivor turns to him and smiles. Her bad hand cradles his face and rubs small circles over his cheek with her thumb.

He kisses her hand before pulling her towards him. She lays on top of him completely as they bathe in the afterglow.

Her hand lays on his chest, drawing patterns, "Darling?"

"Hm?"

"Don't you want to clean up?"

Ivor shrugs, "W- wait. I wa- want to feel you."

He smiles and pulls her up to his face. The redhead smiles and kisses him, "A- are y- you pre- pre- prepared for- for the con- conse- consequences?"

It dawns on him and he chuckles. She joins in and shakes her head, "I am as long as you are."

Ivor smiles, "If it d- deals wit- with you, I- I don't m- m- mind."

The king smiles and pulls his queen down to lay beside her. Within the next year, however, two babies are born on a stormy night.

Then came Isiaha and Lynoi: the heirs to the throne. One temperamental princess and a powerful prince.

On that stormy night, the woman spoke a verse. Something they would share for years: "I love you."

The orc then repeated the same verse, yet only with a bigger smile and a baby in his arms: "And I love you, my dear."

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Thieves and Beggers

In the sea, there’s a small gang of pirates always on the hunt for treasure. After finding a loot that holds powerful weapons/jewelry they refuse to let them go. Sometimes the treasures they find get them into circumstances and whoever offers the best price has them on their side. If they fall back on the promise to the crew or do something that doesn’t agree with them, they switch sides. After all, there’s no honor among thieves.

They are aware of the magic of the Seven, Chernabog, the Princesses, and many others and had no intention of taking them but do so when the right price is offered. At first they’re bent on stealing the Maiden’s powers but then become their allies once they find out the true intentions. They still loot and steal, what do you expect, but they will come whenever they’re needed.

Captain: Natalie Doveenstien

The only woman aboard the ship and it’s captain. She’s the daughter of an influential man back home but her heart yearned for adventure. She would often stare out at the sea as a young girl and dreamed of what a life of thrills would be like instead of the stuffy life her future would be. She did meet a boy who washed ashore of her island home and they became friends. As they grew older they drifted apart due to social classes. It broke her heart to be separated from her friend but there was no choice. One night, the island is under attack by pirates and she’s one of the two people taken hostage. She spends some time aboard the ship, learning about piracy and becoming talented with a sword. She then stages a mutiny with the hostage from her home, and other captives and becomes the new captain.

When the other captives wanted to leave the ship afterwards, she stops at a nearby island and lets them go. Only one person stays behind and she builds a new crew from people wanting to leave old lives behind or looking for adventure.

Magical Object: The Swifty Blade

A cutlass sword that can cut through any material. It’s said that the sword was used by a Pirate King to free lost souls from the Locker. The sword chooses who wields it and its owner won’t get harmed by its razor sharp blade.

Quartermaster: Dylan Southwest

A man who doesn’t remember much of his past. The earliest memory he can recall is washing ashore on an island with pieces of a shipwreck. He becomes friends with Natalie but they drift apart as years went on. During his childhood, he was adopted by the blacksmith and learns how to make weapons. He becomes quite good at making weapons and people would pay him handsomely for customized weapons. When no one was around, he would practice using them. When pirates attacked his home, he’s the only other person, besides Natalie who becomes hostage. He quickly makes himself useful and crafts/fixes blades for the crew. They treated him a bit nicer than other hostages, since his father was once captain. He overhears the pirates telling stories of his father and realizes that piracy runs through his blood. He builds Natalie’s first sword and teaches her how to use it.

He’s the only one to stay behind after the mutiny was done. Whenever someone needs their weapon fixed, they turn to him. He even makes new ones if it’s beyond repair.

Magical Object: The Obsidian Dagger

A dagger with the blade made purely of obsidian. It’s said that it was wielded by a legendary pirate captain. Those who wield this dagger can either create a new blade from a single slash or kill anyone with a single stab. It’s only up to the user to decide what the fate is.

Medic/Boatswain: Asher Caspian

He spent a good portion of his life on the sea. His father was a pirate while his mother was a woman he met for a one night stand. When Asher was born, his mother gave him the choice to see their son. Throughout his early childhood, he lived with his mom, only seeing his dad every once in a while. Whenever he did visit, he told him stories of his adventures. When he was ten, she died of an illness and he came to live with his dad on the ship. He becomes interested in medicine in his early teens and starts practicing it. It wasn’t long until he became the medic on board. However, a magical being attacked the ship one night. Rumor is that the captain hadn’t pulled his end of the bargain, and a lot of people lost their lives. He was one of the only people to survive the attack.

He was picked up by another crew and began traveling from crew to crew, captain to captain. When he crosses paths with Natalie and Dylan, he ends up liking their company and decides to stay. For good

Magical Object: The Skeleton’s Medallion

A golden medallion with a skull on it. Whoever wears the medallion will turn into a skeleton in the moonlight. They will go beyond human limits as long as they stay in the moonlight. They’ll be very difficult to kill as long as the moon shines.

Master Gunner: Silas Ager

A man who lived through many struggles. His parents died when he was a baby and when he was little, he captured and sold off into slavery. He bounced from noble house to noble house until he’s captured by pirates. He earned respect from the crew for fighting a crewman and becomes Cabin Boy. As time goes on, he climbs the ranks, becoming captain of a crew of his own. He lived on the terror he struck into many of people, including his very own crew. Whenever anyone saw his ship, they knew it was too late. It wasn’t long before his blade pierced the captain’s chest. However it all would change, when another pirate crew snuck aboard his ship and killed a majority of the crew, leaving him alive. He felt fear for the first time in years. He spent time drifting on his boat, trying to forget the eyes of his crew’s killer. He is snapped out of his daze by his ship crashing into rocks.

He is rescued by Asher and joins Natalie’s crew. He wants to be captain again but he’ll wait until he can mentally recover from the effects of seeing his own crew die.

Magical Object: The Sea’s Heart

A heart shaped necklace that can give the wearer abilities of the sea. They can change their appearance to survive the salty waters and control its creatures. If you blow into the top of the necklace, you summon the Kraken to do your bidding.

Navigator/Helmsman: Lo Hawks

Another man who grew up on the seas. He spent his childhood as Cabin Boy before getting promoted. One night during a storm, the ship is struck by lightning and everyone abandons ship. They all wash ashore of a desert island. A lot of the crew didn’t like Lo, and the ones that did died in the sunken ship. Without his knowledge, they crafted an escape raft and left Lo behind with a pistol with a single shot left. Lo spent three days on the island on his own, surviving on the local game, and alcohol, with rum becoming his favorite. He spots a couple of sea creatures and uses them to escape. Some say he used sharks, others say dolphins, while some claim it was the Kraken itself— when in reality it was sea turtles.

He quickly becomes a laughing stock among the pirates and joins Natalie’s crew, wanting to be at sea again. His nature makes everyone question the choice to have him stay aboard but it all goes away when he sails them to safety.

Magical Object: The Compass of the Lost

A compass that points to the direction of the user’s wants. Most people see this as the most useless thing ever but those who can accurately read the directions can see where they want to go.

Sailing Master/Carpenter: Sam Robinson

A man that wants more in life. He spent his childhood with his mother, helping out in the family’s inn. His father abandoned his family when he was little so he has no memories of him. When he was a child, pirates rampaged through his home one night, taking him hostage and killing his mother in front of his names. He quickly learns that for his survival, he must become a pirate. He’s made Cabin Boy but must be watched as he will fight anyone who he feels is threatening him. He spends a lot of time studying the stars and starts navigating through the stars. When this skill is discovered he becomes the Sailing Master. He received a lot of abuse, and almost died from the crew. One day, when the boat was docked at a port for supplies, he escapes.

He meets Natalie and offers up his services. He’s very tense at first about being around them but he sees the difference between this crew and the last; respect.

Magical Object: The Freedom Earring

When one wears this earring, the can manipulate gravity around them or on them. They can even create a portal to another location by simply whispering the coordinates or the name of the place

@writing-heiress @mangacupcake @adrianasunderworld @marrondrawsalot

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland ocs #black pearl collage #natalie doveenstiee #dylan southwest #asher caspian #silas ager #lo hawks #sam robinson #twst magical girl au

[gethoce]

Xandos used to be a dragon OC of mine in around 2010. Now he's a Halcandran who just really really likes dragons. He and my other Halcandran OC, Melem, are siblings.

With him I should be done with doing OC refs for a while. That is unless past versions of canon characters count as OCs, like Chiro and Lor Serjo… Oh, and technically Heiadoze's other kids should count but I don't have many plans for them yet… 

More info about Xandos under the cut.

Xandos is a halcandran battlemage who trained with the GSA of ancient Halcandra and specialised in zap magic and hand-to-hand combat. Much like his sister he dabbled into the arts of enchanting from a young age, yet he focused on armor enchantments instead of weapons. Thanks to his skills he was asked to work on Project Master Crown and immediately accepted since he knew his sister was working on the Master Sword and feared her accomplishments would overshadow his own.

His best friend, Jecra, a fellow GSA warrior, was allowed to help Xandos with his project. The Master Crown was supposed to become an artefact powerful enough to bend reality itself and was given to the leader of Halcandra's Magical Faction, Hal Photron Lor Serjo. While working with Soul Magic Jecra's soul corrupted and he went missing. Xandos still misses him dearly and had trouble living his life without him for a while.

When asked about Jecra's whereabouts Xandos would simply claim he didn't know where he was, which is technically true, yet he would never mention the soul corruption. He deeply regretted working on the Master Crown ever since and part of him wished he would have had the courage to do something about its corruptive nature like Melem did with the Master Sword and bind his consciousness to it to protect it.

After Galacta Knight was sealed away Xandos not only feared those he used to work for, but also that they'd wish to obtain the Master Sword. He was certain the situation on Halcandra was about to escalate, so he went to the GSA and suggested a plan to evacuate Halcandra, which was seemingly widely rejected.

Xandos then decided to leave on his own, but not without the sword that is his sister. He snuck into the place it was located in at night and attempted to silently steal it away from its new owner, the little puffball Chiro. Much to Xandos' surprise Chiro was not only holding onto the sword in their sleep but wouldn't let go of it no matter how hard he tried once awake. Fearing that their ruckus would wake up the people who looked after the puffball he decided to silently take the sword along with Chiro.

With his soul magic Xandos opened a portal through time to escape any potential pursuers indefinitely. Once he arrived in the future he discovered that Halcandra was in ruins. Promptly he left the planet to hide away far from home. He moved to a planet known as Silverstar which is famous for its thick fog, a perfect place for mysterious misfits to hide away from society.

He raised Chiro without ever telling them about their past. They've had their ups and downs but ultimately care for one another. Xandos created a Dimensional Cape for Chiro's comfort using his enchanting skills once their wings grew in. At first they hated it, but they soon began to appreciate everything it does and represents.

Xandos agreed to give up on the Master Sword once Chiro became a skilled enough sword fighter. They separated ways and Chiro began to go by a different name and pronouns. Sometimes the two still meet, yet the instances become more and more infrequent over time.

#kirby oc #xandos #halcandran oc #gethoce kirby art #I have so many Meta Knight headcanons that only make sense if you know about Xandos

[spoofymcgee]

on alec lightwood and queerness

Alec Lightwood is twelve the first time he stares into his sister’s eyes and feels his heart try to beat its way up out of his throat.

They’re drunk on the late hour, no parents home to supervise and Hodge called away on urgent business. There are rings of cocoa powder around the rims of the mugs to their left and Isabelle has a smear of it under one of her liquid, dark eyes. It mirrors the cut Alec had given her in training the other day.

His hands go numb in hers. It feels like every word out of her mouth drains the blood out of them, like her newly drawn Voyance rune is letting her cut into his soul with her gaze.

It feels like he spends an eternity with his breath locked up in his chest, her question reverberating around his skull.

In reality, it’s maybe a few seconds before he jerks away from her, standing and snarling down at her not to ask him that.

She recoils, shrinking in on herself, and he wants to take it back, to tell her that he’s not angry, that he didn’t mean to scare her.

Alec has never been brave enough, though.

This is a continuing trend through the years. Jace is the blazing sun barging in where he will and swanning out without a hair out of place, and Alec is satisfied being his shadow, putting his body between anything that might harm either him or Isabelle.

Of course, this means that no one gets close enough to protect them from Alec, but by the time he realizes that, life has taught him that love without pain doesn’t exist and he’s grown used to pricking the people he cares about with the bramble he’s grown around his heart.

It’s a double-edged sword, of course, and with every tight-lipped silence from Jace and poorly concealed sigh from Isabelle, Alec can feel his secrets biting deeper into the flesh of his lungs. He welcomes them, because the other option is to risk pulling apart his ribcage and allowing the world to see the ugly, snarled mess that is his beating heart, and in that case he might as well hand a rouge vampire a fang-sharpener and unbutton his collar.

So Alec contents himself with drawing himself inwards, with bandaging up the wounds Jace insists on hiding until they’re out of sight, with wiping away Isabelle’s smeared makeup.

Years later, laying in on the sort of lazy Sunday morning Alec wouldn’t have ever dreamt of allowing himself, Magnus will trace nonsense patterns over Alec’s shoulder blades and tell him that he is Patroclus.

Alec will laugh and roll over to ask if that makes Magnus Achilles. He’ll watch the rising sun stipple Magnus’s skin with gold leaf through the rising blinds and feel the quiet rumble in his chest through the palm pressed to Magnus’s heart more than he hears it.

“No,” Magnus will say, closing his eyes as he explains. “Patroclus was–brilliant. If you read the Iliad, you see that. He was smart and talented and an incredible warrior. Beyond that, even, he was caring and kind and couldn’t bare to watch others get hurt. But the society of the time didn’t care about those other things, and next to Achilles, nobody could measure up.

“You have the biggest heart I’ve ever known, Alec,” Magnus says, letting his eyes drift open. In the shadow of the blinds, his pupils are still blown wide, nearly eclipsing the amber of his irises. He trails two fingers down Alec’s sternum, pausing right above his heart. “And I know you were raised to think that doesn’t matter, but whoever taught you that was wrong.”

Alec has never been good with words. He buries his face in the juncture of Magnus’s shoulder and grabs hold of Magnus’s hand, pressing the it into the concave of his chest and wondering when he’d stopped seeing the mess of vines in his ribcage as a monster and started looking for the flowers.

Of course, this morning is a long way off from twelve-year-old Alec, scrubbing furiously at the crusted rim of the mugs and trying to ignore the tears dripping down his cheeks.

It’s a long way off from Alec at fourteen, watching Jace toss his head back and laugh in the sunlight, surrounded by their peers and delighted by it. Alec, lurking in a nearby shadow, wonders whether how wrong he is for noticing the way Jace’s hair glitters in the sunlight is what makes him so alien to everyone else, and if not, how many ways a person can be broken before someone does something about it.

At sixteen, Alec polishes weapons on the floor of the training room next to his mother and discovers that secrets taste like ash and ichor. She sits there calmly, methodically wiping down blade after blade, and Alec can’t help but think that she looks like a stained glass window, and there’s a stone gathering momentum at the base of his throat, just waiting for him to spit it out.

At nineteen, Alec spends his birthday trying to ignore the secrets piled like pebbles in his lungs, rattling with every breath. His mother hugs him and Isabelle gives him a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes and his father pulls him aside to have a discussion Alec doesn’t remember a word of, having been too busy wondering how many words made up the precipice their relationship sat on. Was is ten? Five? Or maybe just two would do it, would shove the hopes and dreams his father had had for him since the moment he’d first held him off a sheer cliff.

In the end, he goes to find Magnus, to lose himself in being cared for by someone who knew all his secrets and loved him anyway. It’s a short respite, but Alec finds that it’s so much easier to breathe through the weight of snarling shadows in his chest when he can leave them at the door for a night.

Equally, though, it awakens a horrible, desperate desire to empty his ribcage of stones, to break the windows and shove away the choking dreams others see when they look at him. He shoves it away, spends more time with the archery targets and goes out patrolling on his own and doesn’t say anything to anyone about the impulsive, stupid animal lying in wait for him to get tired enough.

It turns out that three words are all it takes to steal his breath away enough for the creature to slink in.

Magnus says ‘Be my partner?’ and Alec takes his hand and says ‘Can I kiss you?’

And he does, in the middle of the Accords Hall, and then he pulls out his stele and presses it into Magnus’s fingers, wrapping them around it when he just stands there and stares at Alec like he’s the sun or the moon or possibly, maybe, just himself and for once, that’s enough. Alec can’t seem to meet his eyes, but he shucks the right arm of his jacket and pulls his undershirt collar down enough for Magnus to lean in, close enough that his breath is warm on the shell of Alec’s ear.

After, standing in the quiet, ichor-soaked fields, the hilt of a seraph blade biting into his palm, comes the panic. He drops to his knees, head ringing, and Isabelle is by his side in what feels like an instant, hands pressed like burning brands to his side.

“–hurt? Alec! Can you hear me? I need you to breathe,” she says, tinny and far-away.

He doesn’t remember how, is the thing. Maybe his lungs are so crushed that he doesn’t remember how to breathe without the weight on them. Maybe they were right, and he really was broken and cursed and now he’s going to die because everyone knows–

“Alec,” Isabelle says, right next to his ear. “Count with me.”

One. Two. Three.

“Four. Five. Six,” he says hoarsely, and they keep going until he can feel the burning on his forearm where ichor’s eaten away at his sleeve and his head feels light and stuffed with cotton rather than clamped in iron.

“It’s okay,” Isabelle says quietly, pressing her forehead to his. Her eyes are just as big and dark as they were when she was ten.

“I’m–I can’t,” Alec says, voice cracking. “I’m not brave enough. And–god, Max–”

Isabelle’s face crumples at that, and she pulls back so she can press herself to his chest and bury her face in his neck. Alec holds her, grief filling the cavern in his chest until his heart feels like it’s barely beating. Isabelle shakes in his arms, and by the time their parents find them there, kneeling in the blood and muck, she’s half asleep, cried out and dropping off the other end of two sleepless days and an adrenaline jump on top of the crushing weight of grief.

Shadowhunters do not get the chance to mourn. Nor do they have the time to be scared; a scared Shadowhunter is a dead one, and so Alec saves his grief for the punching bags and his fear for sleepless, dark nights curled up alone and says he’s handling it whenever anyone asks him.

It takes two months for Magnus to get him to crack, and when he does it comes in a silent flood. He shakes apart in Magnus’s arms, tears streaming down his face and not a sound in the small apartment but his occasional hiccuping breath and the wind banging the window against the frame.

When he’s coherent enough to talk, he keeps his eyes on the opposite wall and tastes bitterness and guilt as he whispers out a confession of resentment that he wasn’t given a chance to be afraid, that he hasn’t found the time to grieve, that it’s so unfair, Magnus, why couldn’t the world be a kinder place?

Magnus holds him tight and smooths his hair away from his face and doesn’t try to answer any of the questions. Alec cries until he can’t anymore, and wakes up to the morning sun in his face and a blanket tucked around his shoulders.

#alec lightwood #isabelle lightwood #magnus bane #malec #queer #queerness #tmi #the mortal instruments #tmi fanfic #tw internalized homophobia #i have so many emotions about alec and his relationship to his queerness #because he didn't grow up the way most characters w/ internalized homophobia in media did #his world and family are far enough removed from modern day homophobia that he never had to reall worry about it #and i think that's why i relate to him so much #becayse he's got much more of a 'dress in black and go to another city' situation #and that's what i was told queerness was when i was younger #something to be ashamed of and avoided at all costs #a selfish indulgenc #a tragedy #a terrible secret i couldn't share with anyone #anyway. here's to giving in to the screaming impulsive voice trying to convince you to just get it over with. #and here;s to not having time to grieve the person you used to be or a chance to come to terms with coming out #here's to the first explicitly canonically openly gay character i read about #here's to every single one of you standing on the precipice with someone. #my writing

[sonicasura]

Like with the Fierce Deity Characterization Poll, I'll be providing some context for First's Residual Reincarnation Poll. This is long hence the cut.

For those who haven't read the Skyward Sword prequel, First is the Link where the Hero's Spirit originally came from. He was considered a traitor to his people for something he didn't do, a 'Will By the Gods' to strengthen his spirit. And his heroic spirit was 'blessed' to constant reincarnation by Hylia so double whammy when Demise threw his curse in.

This sudden reincarnation is spurred from his spirit being split in twain, everything that can be seen as heroic was torn away which left everything else behind. Wrath, loneliness, hatred, rebellion and such can become quite volatile without their missing half. These remains seek the stolen parts of First's soul thus follow each incarnation.

Reason? Companionship, let the truth of their origins come to light. I Am Thou and Thou Art I. The connection between First to his Hero's Spirit incarnations are linked to their very core. He knows where his missing half is at all times and seeks them out.

Those that follow Hylia or tries to enforce Destin will always attempt to repel First in whatever way they can. Most detrimental is telling the current incarnation of Link to view their missing half as a threat. Once they first meet is when the connection begins to solidify. First and his reincarnations shall start to feel each other's physical pain, if one gets hurt so does the missing half.

Their feelings soon follow, then memories, power, the opposite's visage and finally spiritual unity. It is how First's remaining soul can recover from the damage done to being split. To reclaim every lost piece as the two can never become one again unless the Goddess's spell is broken.

Now each residual incarnation has a key issue that needs help from their missing half to fully rectify. Something which can only be done as the form and deepen this lost bond. Link must take the role of First's moral guide.

Lamortmon, Loss of Control

The owl rabbit beast, Lamortmon, is a berserker whose primal instincts are in the forefront. Any negative view(not from Link) on this First iteration is a death sentence as he won't stop until the offender is dead or his missing half holds him back. (Fitting since Lamort means Death in French) He completely despises this because his restraint has been taken.

First is very protective of the Hero's Spirit akin to a mother bear. Absolutely ferocious if his Link shall be harmed by others. He can only focus on the Hero's Spirit wellbeing and has to be to taught to take others into account.

The current Link has to reteach the reincarnation control, that First can ignore how people view him as a monster. Show them he is more than a vicious beast and is a person like everyone else. Doing this grants the current Hero's Spirit incarnation the power of First's Storm Beast, wind element swords fueled by the user's emotions.

Scar of Vendread, Lack of Reasoning

Vengeful remains given life, Scar of Vendread, is First's original body twisted by wrath. He bears no reasoning as he will mercilessly torn apart or even DEVOUR any potential threat. First mainly feeds on the undead to repair any damage done to his body and even go after living creation if no corpse is available to him.

First acts like a servant to his current incarnation. Whatever Link wants him to do, he'll do it with no issue. However if something is detrimental to his incarnation's wellbeing, First won't follow any command and instead care for the Hero's Spirit. A quite awkward caretaker who doesn't remember how to care for others.

Link has to help First reclaim his morality. That there are ways to solve a problem without hurting others. He always has an option even in the worse moral situation possible. Doing this grants Link First's immense regeneration, to reclaim life and lost magic when on his last legs. A second chance.

Chien Pao, Lack of Concern

Broken blades engulfed in snow, Chien Pao, is First's hatred imbue to his broken original sword. A spirit driven by hatred that does what he wants without care for anyone else but his incarnation's wellbeing. His forceful aura makes everyone either retreat or face him with their defenses weakened.

First is a playful snowy feline who is quick to anger if outsiders interrupt him. He likes to frolick in snowfall or avalanches he creates for him and the current Link to merrily enjoy. First will begrudgingly behave himself for the sake of his missing half.

Link must teach him how his actions can affect others. To be responsible with such fearsome powers and when to use them. If Link accomplishes this then First's ice imbued blade is his alongside the ability to devastate opponents through the power of wrath.

Magnamalo, Loss of Morality

The barbarous beast that breathes hellfire, Magnamalo, is First's malice taken form. He voraciously feeds on the life force of others from animals, monsters, to even people if the latter garner his rage. First's hellfire can burn someone down to their souls and cut down them mercilessly.

He acts like a ferocious protector to his current incarnation. Only Link is given the beast's compassion from First while any 'companions' are ignored or threatened if they get too close. He shall be the Hero's Spirit blade to strike, rage to burn and shield to protect.

Link must teach First that he can trust others. To show their people out there who sees him as more than just a tool or monster. Doing so grants Link First's mastery of hellfire and wield as an extension of his being.

Myotismon, Lack of Compassion

The vampire king, Myotismon, an entity born from cruelty and hate First endured. He will inflict or brutal torture against those that get in his way. Draining blood and life force of those the vampire sees are below him.

Link is considered First's personal treasure. The only person who deserves his kindness, love and care. If Link doesn't want him to harm someone, then First will back down with little issue.

The Hero's Spirit must teach his missing half compassion once more. How everyone should be treated as an living being unless given the proper reason not to. Doing so grants Link First's vampiric power, to weave darkness and command the beasts of night such as bats, wolves, etc.

When delving into Linked Universe territory, First will accompany one of the Links as the Chain come together. His actions are much different around the group than with other people. First will equally share any compassion and care amongst them.

If one Link has an issue or there's a problem that drives a wedge in the group, First will immediately address it. Any turmoil to his fractured spirit isn't something he'll tolerate if he can do something about it. Just like with the Link he came, the residual reincarnation will form a connection amongst the rest of the Chain.

First's pain is equally divided amongst the group that it feels more like an itch. He can share one Link's feelings, emotions or even memories to the other if it can solve an issue amongst the group. But once the bond between the Chain and First is strong enough, the hero can finally retake his true form.

The hero's original personality returns as his spirit has fully recovered from the split. First will seek to break Hylia's spell and Demise's curse so this endless reincarnation of suffering can come to an end. That they can live in peace should their spirit naturally reincarnate as the hero's responsibility wouldn't thrust onto them if trouble emerges. An escape from a terrible fate.

That's all I have for now! Until next time folks, I'll see you later!

#sonicasura #legend of zelda #loz #linked universe #loz link #legend of zelda link #linked universe related #lu first #mentioned fandoms #digimon #digimon digital monsters #monster hunter rise #monster hunter #pokemon #yugioh #yu gi oh

[hooves-of-hyrule]

Hey, Zelda - ...Another You?

“Hey, Zelda” is a documentation of my personal Tears of the Kingdom playthrough, told through the eyes of Link in a series of monologues.

In the brief intermission between Breath of the Wild and Tears of the Kingdom, Link and Zelda spent a lot of time together - and by that I mean, they lived together. They shared a house, shared meals, even shared a bed (though if you asked them, they would’ve told you it was for comfort and safety, and yes, they’d really believe what they were saying). Link, however, also shared stories. Old habits die hard, and after Zelda disappears, he talks as if she's there listening to him just to keep some semblance of normalcy in his life.

Note that these are incredibly self-indulgent and I fully expect no one but myself to actually care about any of these lmao.

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Hey, Zelda? You’d come and find me as soon as you were able, wouldn’t you? I mean, I would do the same for you, you know. If I’m being honest, that was my reason for checking Lookout Landing first, then coming here to the house, and then going to all the skyview towers in the first place. If you were going to be anywhere, I would’ve thought it would be there, or here, or if I got up high enough in each region maybe I’d catch a glimpse of you. Even going back to Thundra Plateau to check on the herd, I thought maybe you’d go there to find me. But you weren’t in any of those places, and you aren’t here, so wherever you are, I have to believe you’re gone because you can’t come back for some reason, and not just that you’re… running away. If you’re out there and you are running away from everything that’s happening, I can’t blame you. It’s just that… maybe it’s selfish, but I’d hope that you’d ask me if I wanted to run away with you too. Because I do. Not that I’d tell anyone else that, but if I was given the choice, I wouldn’t be here saving the world. …You’re not actually here, so I can say this, but… I lost everything again. Not just the sword, you already know that’s gone. But my strength, my stamina, my capacity to handle just about anything… I’m back to where I started seven years ago. Back to being knocked out by a single pebble thrown by a blue bokoblin. I don’t think I can do it again. I don’t think I can go through all of the training and literally back breaking work just to be the hero I’m supposed to be again. I’m still so tired from the Calamity, Zelda. You kept telling me that the soul of the hero I once was still lives inside me but… does it? And if it does, then why am I back to being no stronger than a common Hylian? Is this why no one remembers me? Even the people from the village act like they’ve never seen me before… Maybe I never will be the hero of Hyrule again.

…Sorry, that was a lot. I found the gold horse. She was at the snowfield stable, exactly where the other stable owner said she would be. Or at least, she was at the stable. She wasn’t when I got there. One of the stablehands had grown very fond of her and was apparently personally looking over her care, so I imagine she was being taken care of well, but apparently she also kept escaping her stall and trying to run away. On the topic of being forgettable, I swear people must already be forgetting what you look like. She said that apparently she saw someone who looked like you trying to take the horse, and that the mare freaked out and bolted away as fast as she could. That couldn’t have been you, then. Between the two of us I know you were always her favorite, so I’d think she’d be running toward you rather than so far away from you. Which means it couldn’t have been you. And that means you must still be out there looking for a way to get back, and that means you couldn’t be out there looking for me yet, which means that you’re not not looking for me, which means my entire rant was for nothing. …great. Again, one of the few times I’m glad that you’re not actually here. Anyways, I got a hold of the mare for you. The stablehand seemed shocked that she seemed so fond of me. I wasn’t about to argue - it’s not like we frequent this stable anyways so I guess I can forgive her for not knowing that I was the one helping you train the horse. She’s officially registered with me now, though. I named her after your favorite historical figure - Tetra. I hope you like that name. 

Oh, and remember that tack set I had that we both hated? …backing up for a moment - So the stable took away all my tack sets. Apparently now people are only allowed to have special tack for their horses if they have a certain amount of pony points. Again, not going to argue with them, but come on. Those tack sets were already mine. Why would they take them away just because I was gone for maybe a month and then force me into this “pony point” system just so I can get it all back?! Apparently they got rid of the ancient set I had because “the teleportation system was just too dangerous for horses.” Which is so incredibly ridiculous. If anything the teleportation system was a lifesaver in case they got stuck somewhere. …but oh well. Thankfully I got all the rest of my tack back because it’s harder to keep me away from all the stables in Hyrule than it is to find me at one of them at any given time. Anyways, back to the tack we hated. The “extravagant” tack? Turns out Tetra looks even better in that saddle than the royal gear you originally had her in. You’ll have to see when you get back but I think you’ll really like it too.

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Author's Note:

Yay the tiniest bit of "angst." We'll call that angst I guess.

I wasn't sure what to name the golden horse, but when I was thinking of what Zelda would name a horse, I thought she'd probably name it something from Hyrule's history. I imagine she must be very fond of stories about Tetra, even though Tetra is technically just another version of her. And also for some reason the name just kinda... fit.

For real though I have a hatred of the extravagant set but for some reason the saddle looks so nice on her.

#legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #fanfic #zelink #hey zelda