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tokuteasings · 1 year

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Kiss Headcanons - Ohsama Sentai Kingohger

IF I GOTTA FUCKING MAKE CONTENT FOR KINGOHGER, I FUCKING WILL. TALE ONEECHAN WILL NOT LET MY FELLOW KINGOHGER SIMPS GO HUNGRY-

so yeah ive been on a kingohger train ever since the first episode so here i am. im not sorry. now take it.

Warnings: Some is a biiiit nsfw kinda but other than that? Not much. Probably some OOC a bit but oh well. We’re all here to have fun anyway.

@lunalove25 babe im so sorry fhdusihbugfh

Gira

Kisses with Gira are these sweet affairs that are accented by starlight nights, hand-in-hand, promises kept between the two of you that are these sweet little whispers within the wee hours of the night. It’s these waltzes that are sugary sweet and gets you addicted to him. He’s always holding you whenever he kisses you, never letting you go because he loves you oh so much! He’s princely, adoring, everything and anything you could want. He’s the boy next door, these summer kisses on the trail ends of a wonderland vacation and you kiss him like it's your last and you’ll never see him again. Gira always smiles into each and every kiss you two share because…he just does. He does it because these emotions make his heart flutter and he cannot help but smile!

It’s different when he puts on the image of the “evil king” however. These are passionate, secret trysts between lovers. It doesn’t mean he isn’t adorable during this, smiling into his kiss as well but it’s more so of a smirk. He’s also still clinging on to you while doing this, but it’s more so of an emotion of “I don’t want to let you go.” versus his normal emotion of “I want to be with you.” Sure the kids get all grossed out by the kisses but as dramatic as Gira is, he loves dipping you whenever he kisses you in this persona. Or spinning you around and then dipping you! Just to make the kids roll their eyes.

Hand kisses are different for each of the Kingohgers; but for Gira sure it’s this reverent thing but he adores hand kisses in general. Sure it’s a sign of royalty but Gira loves it when you kiss his knuckles since he’s such a tactile person first and foremost. He isn’t royalty but a king of evil and sometimes during roleplays he will dramatically kiss your hand and send you a wink. This leads him to spinning you around and dipping you as said earlier but honestly, these hand kisses almost make him shy if you give them back to him. He does preen inside at them but it’s different now that he’s actually an “evil king” and a part of him feels…almost unworthy? He’ll brush it off if you ask him about it but it’ll take some time for him to get used to you kissing his hand. Giving your hand kisses is merely a gesture that is something that simply happens! He doesn’t give hand kisses as much as like cheek or lip kisses but these are nice.

Gira also is a spontaneous kisser! Whenever he sees you, he has this energy to him that makes him want to run to you, catch you into his arms, and kiss your breath away. He’s pretty open to PDA but tones it down around children. He’s merely happy with simple cheek kisses, pecks on the lips, but forehead kisses make him melt the most, especially once he puts on his evil king persona. You get this small little giggle out of him, that breaks character before he’s blushing and clearing his throat to regain his composure. But Gira adores giving you forehead kisses too! Those are, perhaps, his favorite. He preens and purrs in this adoring little way. But forehead kisses in the lull of calm are also lovely. He can let his heart run wild, loosen his burdens and drop his shoulders. He’s safe here, he doesn’t have to fight, pretend, or run for his life. He can just think of you and you alone.

How often he needs kisses is another story. Gira is secretly pretty clingy and he isn’t super vocal about his wants and needs. He’s happy to exist in the same space as you but while sometimes he can speak that he wants a kiss, there are moments when he can’t. It’s not that he’s shy, it’s just this silence because he gets tongue tied for a moment or just generally misses you. You see this in his angsty little posture, nervously shifting from side to side and glancing up at you and to your lips. He wants to say something but he can’t. It’s best just to ask him what he wants and he’ll say it, but sometimes it’s best to tease him and slam your lips together! It’s fucking amazing just to see him flush and stutter before he does the same to you.

Yanma Gust

It’s electric. It’s a shock to your systems. You always get this jolt of dopamine from him or literal static electricity depending on the situation. Yanma is not the most affectionate person in public, but the kisses he gives you are something that are meant to jumpstart your systems and bring you back to earth instead of riding high on the love you two have for each other - although he does tend to do the same…not that he would admit it. But these kisses are firing off so many neurons within your head, giving you the most lovely of rushes as he grips on to you. He doesn’t want to let you go, not when this addicting feeling that defies all logic and returns him to his base emotions exists. He’s going to keep it here for as long as he can. Keep you by his side, as long as you are willing to fly with him.

Public kisses are not too often due to how busy he is and he has people watching him constantly. Many people adore him and honestly, they fucking ship you two to hell and back. It’s hilarious to see especially Shiokara who lets out small little, “Kya~!” or dramatic gasps whenever he sees you two show affection to each other in public. He would cover his eyes but peek through his fingers and Yanma would berate him and tell him to leave with the most red-ass face. But honestly, even though Yanma tends to brush off your kisses during public moments, “Save them for later. I’m busy,” would be his excuse, he secretly enjoys them. He’s almost…pouty in a way, that he has to “share” your visage with others. He reserves these kisses for his office, quick little pecks here and there on the lips and cheeks and if you’re lucky…sometimes he will pin you to the wall and show you how much he missed your lips against his…

Hand kisses, to Yanma, are a blessing. He works with his hands so often that he forgets to take care of them, and thus, himself. Hand kisses, thus, are like these moments that force him to relax and think of something else other than his work for once. He does flush whenever you do it to him (especially in public) but there’s this small smile to his lips whenever you do it and he inwardly preens at the gesture. Yanma giving hand kisses on the other hand, is a way for him to say “thank you” to you. He is more than able to do it verbally, but there’s times when he is a man of action and not of words. So he tends to kiss the pads of your fingers first, then the tip of your finger, then your finger joints, then knuckles, and then the back of your hand. He’s a lot more sappy whenever he does this, smiling into each and every gesture he gives you.

In private, Yanma is passionate. It’s all of the affection he can’t show in public towards you just building up and bubbling over until it snaps within him. You’re pinned against the wall, to the door, to the floor, whatever surface this man can reach...you are not escaping from him. He is the top of your world, he is your king, and he demands that you pay attention to him. Perhaps it is full blown make out sessions, with him cupping your chin and forcing you to look at him. He just...can’t hold it in anymore. Intelligent as he is, sometimes he needs to turn off his brain and let his emotions rule him, as they always did, perhaps.

Yanma...leaves you wanting these kisses. He knows how to make you yearn for more but honestly, so does he. He doesn’t need kisses too often, so he claims, but in fact he does need them. It’s a sort of game of cat-and-mouse between you. How long can you two keep apart from one another? How long can you two go without kissing one another? How long can you two go without being in each other’s arms? It depends on Yanma’s workload but sometimes he can’t do it anymore and just beckons you to his office to just kiss you. Sometimes he can get jealous as well, and sometimes he likes making you jealous. Honestly, it’s a toss up...but he’s a calculative man...he knows how to play you like a damn fiddle - to kiss your breath away and knows every single little spot to make you keel...

Himeno Ran

It’s sugar, it’s spice, it’s everything nice. Kissing Himeno is this delicacy of high class dining, of a woman who knows what she wants and how to get it. You will not deny her, to defy her is a sin against the will of a goddess. She demands to be worshiped, to be loved, to steal away your breath and heart and let her worship you in turn as well. Despite her haughty attitude and her ego, Himeno adores love for the sake of love. Her kingdom is a thing of beauty and to her, you are the most beautiful thing in the world (next to herself). She always tastes of honey and sweet wine, like she came fresh out of a garden and always smells of the most lavish of roses. Each kiss you two share is like a romp through the gardens, like you two have been together forever and will bloom together for an eternity.

Hand kisses for her are a power trip for her. She preens and purrs every time you kiss the back of her hand. Everyone does it, as she is a royal, but yours are just special to her. She tends to giggle and coyly twirl a lock of her blonde hair around her gloved finger, “Oh, for me? Dearest heart, you shouldn’t have. But please continue.” but despite this, kissing the tips of her fingers is different. She’s used to being kissed on the back of the hand, but the kisses you share with her on her fingers are much more intimate and actually make her flush just a bit. She only tends to take her gloves off around you, and only you. You are the only one that has the pleasure to kiss the most intimate parts of her. And she is proud of it. But kissing your hands is different. She’s spontaneous about it and sure she does it because it’s royal decorum and all but it’s these...butterfly kisses that dust against your knuckles that pour out every single part of her love for you.

Public kisses are found aplenty. She will make her kisses upon you known to the entire world and the servants tend to roll their eyes and nod their heads whenever she does this. But to her, because you two are in love with one another why else wouldn’t she want to showcase it all to the world?! Whenever she can, she will happily kiss you and demand to be kissed! As your queen and your queen alone, Himeno Ran deserves all of your kisses and attention. Also is kind of dramatic and will fucking dip you and be dipped for kisses in return after doing a little spin~!

Himeno needs kisses now and often. She is clingy as all get out and will demand them whenever she sees you. They are her rewards for her beauty, for her existence. But here’s the thing, the kisses she gives to you whenever she’s in a romantic mood (which is often) are greedy but they’re softer. Flower petals against your lips like you two are slow dancing to some sort of beat only you two know. In fact, kisses while you two are dancing together are possibly some of her favorite. She would rest your head against her shoulder if you’re shorter than her or hers on yours if you’re taller - sometimes you two can turn your heads to the side to press a kiss to the neck or the cheek but other times it’s these slow lazy kisses that cause her heart to utterly skip a beat and a cute little flush to her cheeks.

Himeno has a bit of a jealous streak so expect her to leave her lipstick marks all over you. It gets smeared on your lips all the time, on to your cheeks, or literally everywhere she can reach. Even the places only you two would know. If you wipe it off, Himeno will only press more upon you. She claims it only adds into your beauty, and she loves having her lipstick marks decorating your skin like some sort of necklace. If you do the same to her (like hickies or whatnot) she will wear them with pride though doll them up with a hint of make up to make them stand out a bit more. Expect jealous kisses often as well, she is a possessive young lady and uh...the entire kingdom knows it.

Rita Kanisuka

Kissing Rita is cold at first, stepping out into a winter day but the gesture of love between you is more than enough to warm you both up from the inside out. It’s this equilibrium of hot and cold, sharing each other’s heat and chill till it reaches a pitch and you two are forced to break apart. They’re awkward in expressing affection but they will let you know in the most simple of ways. Whenever you two finish kissing, you two always end up pressing your foreheads together to further bask in that warmth that is meant to be shared. Because Rita is bad at expressing things vocally, they prefer these sweeter and passionate kisses even if they freeze up sometimes. But trust me when I say that Rita desires warmth from you, tangling a hand into your hair to pull you close to their form and never letting you go until you both are out of breath. If you kiss them both with this same amount of passion, there is a possibility they will melt...

Rita secretly adores finger kisses and nose kisses. Because of how cold Gokkan is, those types of kisses warm them up oh so quickly. Sometimes you can’t tell if they’re just cold or if they’re just blushing brightly. But while it is a power trip, Rita prefers these kisses because it’s intimate and a form of affection between you. In private, they take off their gloves and touch you is this...new sensation for them. To Rita, it’s almost like only you are allowed to feel their actual touch and to be blessed with the butterfly kisses of a monarch so shrouded in mystery that you have solved it and will keep this secret to yourself until you die. Similarly, despite their timidness, Rita will also give you the same finger and nose kisses in order to warm you up as well! The cold is a dangerous thing and they would hate it if you got frostbitten! Himeno likes to joke that it’s a “good luck charm” to get rid of frostbite and Rita told her to shove it but would still keep doing it anyway, lol.

Rita in public will never give you kisses in any capacity. In fact, they probably keep this relationship a secret from everyone around them, even their own attendant Morphonia. They will find out one way or another because Rita has never shown such tenderness to other people before but...yeah, you’re going to be starved for affection in public. If you are starved for it though, Rita will brush your hands together and a brief squeeze of the hand before letting you go - perhaps an apology or a promise for more. It doesn’t mean Rita won’t sneak kisses to you from time to time - reserved for only office visits and the briefest of kisses that almost seem like they never existed in the first place. Sometimes you need to take the plunge and pull them by their stupid collar into a kiss during these private moments and make them fucking die on the inside. It’s so cute to see their pale cheeks burn red because of this and you gotta burn this image into your head for all eternity.

Rita secretly does enjoy these kisses you two share but truth be told, sometimes it is overwhelming. They’re not used to these sorts of affections and the first kisses you two shared were rather awkward. Sometimes these awkward moments remain because they cannot properly vocalize their wants and needs to kiss you. Sometimes it’s like complete radio silence, other times they simply just stand by you and glance towards your lips in this silent plea for some sort of affection. Further into the relationship, they’re better at vocalizing and even portraying these affections with gently caresses of the hand or pulling you towards them. Still, it is best to help them ease into this with gentle kisses and taking the lead half of the time.

There are days when you think Rita just...doesn’t care for you. They’re so cold most of the time and cool headed, thinking of work and the kingdom that sometimes you feel like you’re alone. So when Rita is made aware of this, their kisses become much more passionate. It’s this apology for not being there for you, yes, but Rita...wants to be out there. In reality, they’re working on their confidence to properly approach you with the affection that you deserve. Rita promises, internally, that they will one day be able to properly kiss you and sweep you off of your feet. But until then, they are fine with these secret kisses and sweet, saccharine forehead kisses that melt their heart and forever etch yourself into their mind. Perhaps because of those forehead kisses, Rita finds them to be their favorite. They’re simple, quick, adoring, and tell you many things at once.

Kaguragi Dybowski

It’s sake against your tongue. It’s this honeyed wine that drowns you deeper and deeper into this drunken stupor that you never want to get out of. In fact, why would you even want to? Not when he’s tilting your chin to meet him (upwards or downwards depending on the height diff) and using his silvery tongue to lure you into this dance that allows you two to get lost into the movements. Where will it lead you two? No one knows, least of all Kaguragi. But these kisses leave you breathless every time, perhaps flushed and he only chuckles and loudly laughs before asking, “Do you wish to kiss again?” with a silly little wiggle of his brows and maybe letting your noses “kiss” before going on to the main event. But whenever he smiles into the kiss...it’s a smirk. It’s a plan of how to make you keel and keen, or just him enjoying the sensation.

Loves hiding his kisses behind his fan, for a dramatic flair. Just a bit. But there is this underlying possessiveness to each time he does this. Especially in public, where he’s robbing everyone of your beautiful visage that only he himself can see. Though, Kaguragi doesn’t mind cheek kisses in public and will show you off to the people around him. But lip kisses are sacred for him, and perhaps this is a show of how much he is truly into this relationship. He double-deals and triple-deals and sometimes it’s hard to figure out what Kaguragi is going to do next but if he’s keeping you this close to him, hiding you from the world and being utterly selfish when he’s normally so selfless...

Kaguragi actually doesn’t kiss your hand in public, cheek kisses are the only thing you are getting in public. Though, actually, you give him the finger and hand kisses more often than not. Kaguragi will kiss your hand but he tends to blush and inwardly smile whenever you kiss his hand. His hands are a bit rough and while they are cared for, something like these small intimate gestures between you two makes him inwardly...feel at ease. There’s no need to lie, to cheat, to steal, and he can just be himself around you. He protects his kingdom, he protects you, and you protect his heart. Him giving hand kisses can lead to sexy times but more so it’s along the lines of: “Believe me when words fail me, believe me when my tongue has done to harm, believe me when this gesture is only a part of how much I truly do love you and treasure you.”

Kisses are a game and a reward at the same time. To someone like Kaguragi, he may pepper you with affection for one minute and then leave you high and dry the next. Sometimes if you two are doing something together and something positive happens between the two of you, he’ll plant a kiss upon your lips or your cheek. It’s not that he’s competitive but sometimes he just likes teasing you to the fullest. This is more evident in private, when Kaguragi will be doing paperwork and turn to turn, “My dearest, will you perchance give me a kiss once I finished this page?” and if you’re doing something, “Ah! You are almost done with your work? Well then, this calls for a celebration!” but if he’s in a playful mood, he’ll sneakily try to kiss your lips but then misdirect his lips and kiss somewhere else! He’ll be like “Ah! I missed, I apologize.” he’s doing this on purpose. Make him flustered by slamming your lips together. It’s the fucking best.

Actually, it’s difficult to make him loose his cool. But truth be told, the best way to do this with Kaguragi is to simply show him much softer kisses. It’s not that he can’t do them, it’s more so a gentle surprise each them you two do so. He’s been desired before, he knows what that is. But to be loved in this capacity? Of holding his face in your hands and running thumbs over his cheekbones, to tilt your head to the side sweetly and let these gestures runaway with you both...so take his face into your hands and watch him melt. Watch him worship you as the sun who warms the lands of his home and blesses them with life. Kiss his forehead and his nose during these times, to let him know that Kaguragi can simply be Kaguragi. Not the damiyo of his home, but himself.

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ankhisms · 4 months

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ok ive finished both eps 42 and 43 of kingoh now so heres my messy thoughts on things

as a disclaimer!!! this is not at all me saying that i dont like kingohger or that i think its a bad sentai show or anything like that! i really have loved kingohger and have had a lot of fun watching it!! i really love the characters and im going to miss them when its over. this is all just my personal opinion and relates to my own tastes in writing and such and im not at all trying to ruin peoples fun or stop people from enjoying the aspects that i dont really like. im not wanting to be mean or anything like that.

ok that out of the way. you would probably expect that as someone who really loves the different sibling relationships in toku shows and is really deeply moved by them to be more emotional about racles and gira but i just... have not. very early on in the show i was hoping so badly that we would get some parallels on the brothers and how they differ and that we could also have some parallels to the other sibling relationships in the show, gira with his little sister and brother and suzume and kaguragi vs gira and racles relationships. i had thought that exploring those parallels could be really interesting and good, and i still think that if they had chosen to explore that early on it wouldve been interesting and couldve also been used to have the reveal later on have more impact.

ive never really been a racles stan, although i do absolutely admire and enjoy his actors performance hes fantastic and has always done a great job in his role- but i dont like the sudden redemption happening. when the twist first happened i thought it was interesting and was thinking maybe it wouldve been motivated by racles being selfish, but i felt like episode 42 was very... idk the word. hollow maybe. we hadnt gotten any kind of hints that racles was actually a double agent or that he was doing things for giras or the peoples sake (so i dont really get people who say they knew it all along im sorry gnmgh) and its like. this again could have worked out better if there was some foreshadowing and hints to what was going on or at least some kind of build up. episode 43 kind of vaguely touches on how many people racles has gotten killed and how he says he wants to go down in history as the worst ruler ever and its like.... idk it feels like a retcon in a way to be like oh yeah btw all these horrible atrocities and war crimes he committed were actually for the good of the people! maybe im just being too much of a bleeding heart commie gmgmy but i do think there would have been more impact if racles actually HADNT been a double agent this whole time and if he actually had to face his actions and have some kind of change of heart while also not being totally 100% nice all of the sudden.

again i really did early on want more development on the brothers and wanted exploration of the contrasts between them as people, and i think both gira and racles actors are wonderful and did a great job in their roles. it makes me sad that i didnt.. really feel emotionally moved seeing the brothers scenes in these last two episodes and i think it just comes down to lack of build up and feeling like things are coming out of nowhere and rushed and like no actions have any real weight or consequences

like for example ive mentioned this before but the whole deal with yanma destroying the laptop and watching it youre going oh shit the whole kingdom is fucked he made this huge sacrifice. and then its totally fine a few episodes later. or how they kill the pink jester and in the moment its presented as this huge deal. and then shes fine. it feels like that just kind of continues to happen and its something that frustrates me because kingohger is really fun and has great concepts but then nothing holds any weight, the stakes you set up are meaningless when nothing actually has any consequences

and to just say it again. i AM enjoying kingohger. im having a lot of fun with it! i like this show and its characters a lot! which is part of why my brain notices these things and why i want to analyse it because i can see how i wish it could be better in certain aspects. i really like this show but i dont really agree when i see people saying that its a masterpiece of sentai writing

also i really wish suzume hadnt become another victim to genre typical misogyny where it feels like her character just revolves around racles and liking him and it feels like we lost so much potential with her character i still love her and her actress but early on i was so excited for her having some kind of depth but well.

and another thing i was thinking of as i was watching ep 43 was... why have all of the kings of shugodom thru history be secretly against dugded. it again feels like something that would have more weight and impact to it if there were some kings who really were on dugdeds side and then giras dad decides that hes not going to fall in line and is going to actually do something to try and save his people.

idk as i finish typing this i kind of feel like im being nitpicky and i really dont want to be a downer or ruin peoples fun 😭 i really do like this show i promise thats why i think about this stuff. thanks if u read this mwah

#kingohger lb

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gompereatsall · 2 years

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Also if you wanna, juza hyodo and yuki rurikawa for the ask game too!!

(i'll be real, it's been a while since I've consumed canon a3 content, so,,, some stuff might be inaccurate my bad)

it's the guy i share a bday with, juza!!

favorite thing about them: his whole deal about being self conscious about who you are?? like. like his whole portrait episode. my god. that alone made him one of my favorite characters. his character growth about being more confident not only on stage but in other stuff like life?? im in love

least favorite thing about them: I? I literally can't think of anything?? i guess just how much sugar he eats, i mean yeah it's hilarious but also guy please. please no (i mean this light heatedly dw)

favorite line: I'll be honest, I'll be skipping these ones because I cannot remember any quotes for the life of my lmao (I JUST SAW YOUR POST IT'S "Uh... what sounds so bears make again? Beeeaaar!")

brOTP: muku and kumon,,,,, I love when the family hangs out, those three are my faves <33 ALSO O High Boys are so good,, those three make the PERFECT asobi asobase au ever

OTP: juza x banri 100%, the rivals to friends to lovers,,, so good,,,

nOTP: other than the obvious kumon and muku, no one in particular? also no weird age stuff, like anyone in high school when he's in college

random headcanon: has acne bc of all the sugar he eats. also he has lots of energy bc of the sugar he eats. he has to bounce his legs or tap his fingers or SOMETHING, he also just lays awake at night because he can't resist eating something sweet before going to bed...

unpopular opinion: fandom makes him a big himbo and, in juban fics, only cares about banri and i?? I don't like that?? please expand on his family and his whole self esteem issues. I want fics about his self esteem issues please

song i associate with them: UHH AGAIN I DON'T HAVE A LOT OF SONGS... I'm also so bad at assigning songs to characters that aren't my OCs... ig Sweet Magic by Junky PURELY for all the sweets and desserts and not the actual meaning lmao. Also maybe Ado's Gira Gira?? About his scary demeanor and all. (Also just figured out that the songs don't have to fit them, just remind me of them. These two may not fit but I always think of Juza when I listen to them.) Also Akatsuki Arrival!! Makes me think of Juza and Banri everytime :)

favorite picture of them: This card is the good shit. I have no idea why, I just like his outfit lmaoo

YUKI TIME

favorite thing about them: he's so sassy, and i LOVE his quips

least favorite thing about them: uhhh idk, let people in more?? talk out your problems man idk

favorite line: skip, sorry

brOTP: UGH friendship with muku, first of all. I love those two so much <33 also I love his friendship with Azami and then bonding over their dislike of Sakyo working with like fashion and make up (idk, i've always related those two things closely together). Obviously he's very close to the summer troupe, but i love him hanging out with misumi, kazunari, and kumon just to be their sole braincell

OTP: actually no one?? because i headcanon him as aroace, I don't ship him with anyone. Platonically however, him and muku are very cute <33

nOTP: nothing really, just no weird age stuff (so no one from the winter troupe, and no one in college)

random headcanon: his arm has small, tiny injuries from missing the pincushion, and the pins just stabbing his arm. This only happens when he's REALLY focused and is 'in the zone,' so he doesn't really feel it when it happens.

unpopular opinion: idk, i can't really think of anything? yeah he enjoys wearing skirts and dresses, but only because women's clothing are more fashionable and prettier than men's clothing. He also really enjoys wearing guy stuff if it's really cool or fashionable. he also doesn't really like wearing make up; doesn't like the feeling of it on his face

song i associate with them: Jitterbug I feel fits Yuki really well! Surii's Telecaster B-Boy also fits i think!

favorite picture of them: UGH THIS CARD OF HIM HAS ALWAYS BEEN ONE OF MY FAVORITES, I JUST LOVE HIS CLOTHES i am,,, very weak for traditional clothing,,,

#thanks for the ask!!#ask game #mxddyhero

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gardenofgods-a · 4 years

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im just sayin rn if i get anymore weird anons on my other blog im gonna fucking lose my goddamn fuckin mind!

#yes you love harassing gira i know you love harassing her so much she's like a mommy to you you love being gross to her so much #you just love bothering her i KNOW you love being gross you fucking love being annoying to her ok i know i get it #YOU LOVE HARASSING GIRA. I GET IT.#im like 99% sure i know who it is and i dont wanna post this on her blog bc we're mutuals but GOD IM JUST SO!!!!!!!!!!!! AAA #u kno i had the same shit happen on her blog 5ish years ago with weird ass fucking anons being nasty and making me hella uncomf #and then the person i was sure doing it left the rpc and stuff and HUH WHAT DO U KNO THE ANONS STOPPED #AND NOW THE PERSON IS BACK AND THEY STARTED UP AGAIN! WEIRD #me: ill give a second chance 5 years is a lot!#me now: i regret my decision #negative tw #vent tw #im just so. fuckin. UGH #it'd be one thing if it was ic bc u kno. mun=/=muse but this is ooc so im like HUH #im sorry this has been weighing on me and now it's starting again and im just ughhhhhhhhhhhHHHHH #me: oh cool an ask i never get these!#me when i see it's just a gross nasty anon being obsessive: :)

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paladin-andric · 5 years

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Blackheart, Chapter 31: A Final Respite

It had been quite some time. Deep in the heart of the Citadel, things had changed considerably.

A while ago, the survivors had evacuated to the countryside. Before they did so, Basilrin was sent to bring word of the situation to the surrounding lands, in hopes of summoning the forces needed to push to the Blackheart.

The portal was said to be in the very center of the city. To get there, all they needed to do was take the main road. Only problem was the demons. Their corrupted thralls swarmed the main streets en-masse. It was why they had spent their time creeping down alleyways and side streets.

Soon...soon, the time for skulking would come to an end. Soon, the army would begin their assault.

Alexander ran the blade of his sword over a whetstone, looking it over carefully. He had forgone wearing his armor, seeing as it had been a few days since Basilrin’s return.

It was quite the wonder, seeing not only his return, but the arrival of the Lady Protector herself, Gira. The Black Dragon, as she was called, arguably the most important figure in all of Geralthin. She had been there for the entirety of its history, after all.

She and Basilrin had assured them that the army was indeed on its way. Already a few of those towns and villages nearby had arrived, a few guards and citizens armed with the bare essentials now joining them in the Citadel.

It was a good start, but they had to await the mass of royal forces before they could dare start their push.

Gira was another one. Now they had three dragons. That was three beasts of legend to rain destruction on their foes. Alexander could only imagine how marvelous that kind of support would be for the army.

All in all, things were looking quite hopeful. With a force like this assembled, pushing through the city really seemed more than a mere pipe dream.

All they had to do was cause a gap, if only for a moment, in the demons’ defenses. Then Alexander could slip through, enter the Blackheart, and destroy whatever artifact was anchoring the portal to their world.

“Hey.”

The knight turned to see Wurie walking up to him. The wolfman took a seat on the ground beside the knight, flashing him a nervous smile.

“Hey captain. What’s the matter?”

Wurie looked off into the distance as Alexander continued sharpening his blade. “I just...can hardly believe it, you know? That we’re so close.”

“It won’t be long now,” the knight answered.

“It’s been quite the journey.”

Alexander smiled. “Yeah. I think we’ve all learned things from this.”

“Really? I feel like you’ve been the one teaching ME here, sir knight!”

The man shook his head and sighed. “You should know better than that, Wurie.”

The wolfman frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“Captain, when I first came here...I must admit that I didn’t feel the same way about you and the others then I do now.”

“What’s that mean?”

“Well...I was raised surrounded by other humans. Not once had I even laid eyes upon another species, aside from Stilich, the doctor.”

“Stilich?”

“One of the shellbacks,” Alexander admitted, “Father hired him to take care of us...but that was the extent of my knowledge. He was one of a kind as far as I was concerned. When I joined the army, I was deployed at the northern border. There, was my first experience with the wolves...with your people, Wurie.”

The captain grimaced. “Not, uh...not a good impression,” he whispered, his voice reflecting pain.

“That’s an understatement. I thought your people were animals, barbarians, monsters...I had a similar view for many of the peoples of Geralthin. In truth, the edict didn’t rattle me as much as it probably should have...it meeting Sigvin to change my mind about a “universal evil”. Even then I thought he was the exception, but now...I see I was quite mistaken.”

“Sigvin?” Wurie’s brows furrowed. “Alexander, you said...Sigvin?”

“Yeah. We commissioned him as pathfinder, during one of our expeditions into tribal territory. We chatted at the camp. Told me all sorts of stories about him and his people. Really helped me understand the wolfmen more than I did.”

Wurie’s eyes were a near sliver now.

“What? What’s with that funny look?”

“Alexander...was...was Sigvin a bard?”

The knight was caught off guard by that one. “He...mentioned he wanted to become one...how on earth did you know that? Wurie, have you met him?”

The captain gave Alexander a serious look. “...follow me.”

He paused only to put his whetstone away and sheathe his sword before he hurried after Wurie. The implications behind this left only one possibility…

Turning past another group of tents, Wurie called out to a figure facing a firepit. “Sigvin!”

The person turned around, sitting on a small wooden stump. In a rather puffy, fanciful striped and dyed suit, was a familiar face. Sure, the clothes, quilled hat, and lute was a far cry to the rags he was wearing all those years ago, but Alexander recognized him all the same.

“Sigvin...you’ve got a friend here.”

The unarmored knight stepped forward, eyes widening. It wasn’t just a shared name. It was him. It was really him.

“Sigvin…?”

The wolfman bard frowned. “Err, I’m sorry. You might be…?”

“It’s me, remember?! It’s Alexander! From the war up north? The Pureclaws!”

The bard’s face scrunched up as he tried to recall those memories. In a moment, his eyes shot open. “A-Alexander?!”

“Yeah! It’s me!”

The wolfman jumped up excitedly and put his lute down. “Hoo boy...Alexander! How have you been, friend?!”

The knight laughed as Sigvin grabbed and shook his hand wildly. “Ah, you know! Pretty busy. How the hell did you end up all the way down here?!”

“I TOLD you I was gonna move to Geralthin! I even went to college! All was going according to plan when, uh...this all happened.”

“Right...you were kicked off with the rest of the exiled.”

“Mmhm. I must say, I saw you here before, but I never imagined the man under the armor would be you!”

Alexander shrugged. “Well, here I am regardless! God I can’t believe we’ve been so close all this time!”

“I’ve been...unable to be of much help,” Sigvin admitted with a sheepish smile. “I, uh...I’ve been hiding back here. Thinking, mostly.”

“Well, why didn’t you leave with the other citizens?”

“Because he wants to help!” Wurie said with a grin, “Isn’t that right, Sigvin?”

“Yessir!”

The knight tapped his foot, looking worried. “Ah, but...what are you planning on doing, than? Not joining the front line, I’d hope!”

“Oh goodness no. I’ve never been a warrior, you know that! I AM a bard, though. My music does more than you might expect. I hope to rally and inspire the real warriors when we attack!”

“You really have become what you’ve always wanted, huh?”

“That’s right!” Sigvin said with a grin, “My dreams are...well, they WERE coming true...but hopefully! Hopefully, after all this, I can finally get back on track!”

Wurie nodded. “You will. We’ll see to that, won’t we, Alexander!”

“Yes...we will. I must say Wurie, it’s good to see you looking up like this. You, uh...weren’t in high spirits, the last few times we spoke.”

“What can you do?” the captain asked with a shrug. “I’ve been seeing and hearing some awful things. It takes its toll, but...it’s almost over. We’re so close. If there’s a time to believe, it’s right now.”

Alexander smiled. Despite everything, even the most mournful seemed full of hope now.

“Hope is a powerful thing to have. We’ll see this through Wurie, I swear.”

The trio sat around the firepit, Alexander looking back at Sigvin. “So...got any songs planned for all of this?”

The bard smiled. “Ah, well I’ve got a few popular tunes, but generally I let the music take me where it goes.” His smile quickly turned into a frown. “I do have...one song in the works though. An...ode to your friend, Alexander. The red dragon. Hopefully, my song will travel across the land once this is over, and all will sing of his sacrifice. I figured such an individual deserves nothing less.”

Alexander’s face scrunched up. “Ah. I see...I’m sure he’d be proud.”

Sigvin nodded sadly. “Yeah. I think he would.”

…

“Hey…”

The holy man didn’t look up as he continued reflecting over the words of the scripture. “Yes?”

“I, uh...I’m going to go with them, you know!”

Andric frowned. The paladin opened his eyes and turned his gaze to Senci, visage firm.

“I would strongly advise against that.”

The kobold looked hurt by that. “Oh, come on, master! They’re counting on me to help them!”

“And I’m counting on you to make it through this in one piece.”

“I’ll make it through just fine! I can do it, you know I can! I was trained by the best, after all.”

“Senci…”

“I’ve make it this far, haven’t I?!”

Andric turned around, shifting from kneeling into a sitting position. The pair were inside a tent, taking stock of their inventory and preparing for the final battle.

“I just don’t want anything to happen. I heard about your little stint in the medical tent, you know.”

“But master-”

“What if that happens again?”

“Master Andric…”

“You nearly died, Senci! I cannot abide by this! If I were to let you leave my sight, you could-”

Something snapped inside of Senci, if only for a moment. For the first time since he could remember, he snapped at his mentor.

“I’m not a damned child anymore!”

Andric’s brows raised at the kobold’s shrill yell. He couldn’t remember the man ever being stricken silent like this, but these were exceptional circumstances.

The young warrior felt immense shame and regret almost immediately. He could feel the heat well up in his face and fear creep over him as he looked at his stunned father figure.

“I...I’m sorry…”

The paladin grimaced as he looked the other warrior over. The small lizard shifted uncomfortably, head lowered and eyes full of guilt. Like he was about to be lectured.

Andric sighed. “It’s...fine. I understand. I know this is important to you. I just...I came all this way to make sure you were alright, you know? If something happened, I…”

The man’s lips pursed. “...I don’t know what I’d do. Over a decade, Senci. For twelve years, I’ve been making sure you were okay. For twelve years, schooling and training you...”

“I...I know,” Senci said quietly, “B-but, master...you...you have to let me try! I’m a grown up now!”

Andric shot the kobold a guilty grin and scratched his beard. “Well, actually, you’re still a year away from being an adult at the moment…”

“T-that’s close enough!” Senci insisted. “Listen...I...I’m thankful for everything, really, I am. I’m so lucky I have you to train me...but eventually, you have to put that training to the test! Master...you must let me loose on our enemies! You’ve prepared me for this moment, and I must follow through now! I can’t be useless in this battle, I can’t let everyone down! I HAVE to help!”

Andric frowned and closed his eyes, reflecting on the kobold’s words. Eventually, he opened his eyes and moved forward, wrapping his arms around the young warrior.

“Senci...I know. I know I can’t stop you from doing this...and I understand how much this means to you. You can go.”

Smiling with wide eyes, Senci returned the hug, Andric patting him on the shoulder.

“I won’t let you down. I promise.”

“The only way you could do that, Senci, is if you didn’t come back...so make sure you do, alright?”

Senci grinned wide. “Yes sir!”

…

Razorwing pulled back on his bow, getting a feel for the tension. He sat on the ground beside the tent he had been staying in, his supplies laid out around him.

After this brief test of his bowstring, it seemed like all was in order. He had brought a few extra with him just in case it snapped, but there didn’t seem to be many issues. He’d been using this one for about a year, but he was very fussy about maintenance, so everything still worked as intended.

“Is that the great hero Razorwing, playing around with an unloaded bow?”

The bird turned his head towards the source. Of course, there was no mistaking that voice, despite the additional cheer it seemed to be carrying today.

“You work with crossbows. You know full well the need to test and maintain.”

The human sat down beside him. Despite the mask, his eyes made his amusement clear.

“Obviously. I’m messing with you, dope.”

The koutu shot him a cocky grin. “You sure? You know, if you don’t know about weapon upkeep, I could teach you.”

“Yeah yeah, alright, ya dumb bird.” A light punch to the shoulder made the hero chuckle.

Paul took out one of his own crossbows and looked it over. It was a fair bit smaller than the ones the armies used, seeing as this was made with the ability to hold and fire with one hand. Still, it had enough force behind it, and the bolts were large enough to still be deadly. The downside was that without the heft of the larger models, punching through armor proved...problematic.

Not that this was generally a problem for Paul. As a bounty hunter, he generally worked to end combat before it began. He’d become a good enough shot and a quiet enough sneak to hit targets in their weak spots, while they were unexpecting.

“Hard to believe it’s almost over huh?” the human mused.

“Yes...quite remarkable. We’ve come quite a far way, we have.” Razorwing put his bow down and grabbed his quiver, beginning to examine his arrows.

“It’s been rough. The close scrapes, the demons...listening to you blabber on about nonsense,” Paul said with a laugh.

“Oh? You got pretty mad when I stopped ‘blabbering’ though, didn’t you?”

The bounty hunter looked away as the koutu grinned like mad. “Well...you know how it is...the silence in this hellhole is maddening. Any voice is a relief...no matter how dumb what they’re saying is.”

The archer raised a brow. “Oh ho! I see! So what you’re saying is I’m just a voice to you, huh? Just a distraction? Just something any other person could have been?”

“T-that’s not what I meant!”

The hero put a winged arm around the human’s shoulders. Shooting him a grin, he leaned in. “Don’t worry! I’m just...what was it you said? ‘Messing with you, dope’?”

Paul groaned, which drew another laugh from Razorwing.

“Seriously, though. You and I, friend...we’ll go far, don’t you think?”

“What do you mean by that?” with the birdman’s wing still wrapped around him, he looked over questioningly.

“You remember how well we worked in the streets. How long we spent without the luxury of a team, or any support. Just the two of us, against the demons. The scouting we did for each other...we make a perfect duo, don’t you think?”

Paul looked away, sighing. “We, uh...you’re right, but...I don’t know.”

“Aw, come on, pal! No one can beat a team like us!”

“I know,” Paul admitted, “We make an excellent team. Still...I don’t know if I’ll...be doing this in the future.”

Razorwing frowned. “Huh? What’s...what’s that mean?”

“Look. You’re a famous hero. You fight monsters, and lead parades, and have songs sung of you...and I’m a shadow. No one besides you knows my identity. I stalk the shadows. I slit the throats of thieves and killers. I hide from the fame that comes with the work I do. I’ve built a reputation as an ender of lives...despite no one knowing who I am.”

The hero gave him a funny look. “You’re saying we’re incompatible?”

“Well, that’s one part of it-”

He was cut short by Razorwing squeezing him, tightening his arm’s grip around the man.

“Come on, Crux! We’ve been through enough to know that’s nonsense!”

Paul’s eyes narrowed. “Argh. You wanna let me breathe, bird?”

“Very well.” Razorwing let go of him, the pair sitting beside one another once more.

“Hah. Well, besides that...I have an identity to keep concealed. We were able to do that AND work together because, well...we’re in a fog-covered city cut off from the outside world. If we started working together once this is over...I fear your renown, and the attention you draw would...make my secret impossible to keep.”

It seemed to finally dawn on the hero, now. His gaze softened, turning into a saddened, wincing visage.

“Ah. I...I see. You...we can’t...be friends anymore.”

There was a lengthy, uncomfortable pause. Both of them had their heads down, unable to look the other in the eye.

Paul’s voice caught Razorwing off guard.

“You know...you’re the only friend I’ve ever had.”

The archer blinked, eye widening. “Paul…?”

“I, uh...I made an effort to keep my distance from everyone...just so something like this wouldn’t happen.”

The human looked over at Razorwing. The koutu’s head hung low, looking defeated.

“I...there must be something we can do…”

Paul crossed his arms, his weapons checking long forgotten. “Is there...some place you go to all the time? I don’t know if I could leave a paper trail to keep in touch, but if we happened to be around the same places…”

Razorwing smirked. “I’m all over the place. The parades and plays and, well, you know.”

“Of course.”

“Well, my estate’s always open to you. Hey, maybe you could come over sometime and meet Eignach!” “Eignach…?”

The koutu looked surprised. “Oh, I didn’t tell you? We’re...together.” There was a short pause before Razorwing continued hurriedly. “Err, that’s uh, why I wanted to tell you, by the way, that I’m spoken for. I didn’t mean to...hit on you. I-I don’t drink, so, uhh...I wasn’t thinking clearly. My apologies.”

“Don’t worry about it...lightweight.” Paul was grinning. The way the fabric around his mouth was stretching gave it away.

“Well EXCUSE me for practicing a bit of clean living!” the hero laughed and shook his head. “Well, at any rate, we’ve been together for...not too long. We were just friends at first. Poor fellow was expelled from the kingdom during the exile. He grew up in Geralthin. He may be one of my people in body, but culturally, he was a human. Our homeland was alien and frightening to him. I took him in, seeing as he lost his home and...the rest is history.”

“A bird frightened of his own flock…” Paul pulled out his dagger and inspected it for any nicks and scratches.

“I suppose! He’s adapted well, though. You know he was a fan of mine? He was absolutely starstruck when we met. Even fainted and everything!”

“Everyone has a hero to look up to, I guess. You happened to be his.”

“That’s right.”

Razorwing turned to look at the human, still running his hand along his dagger.

“Hey, Paul?”

“Yeah?”

There was a brief moment of hesitation. “Whatever happens out there...we’re a team, alright? I’ve got your back.”

Paul lowered his dagger, turning to look at the archer. His eyes ran over the other man, taking him in.

“And I’ve got yours.” He held a gloved hand out to the koutu, who took it without hesitation. The pair shook.

“Domnall...it’s been a pleasure. Let’s cast these beasts back to the deepest pits of hell.”

Razorwing radiated confidence as he sat up straight. “Hah! The armies of hell themselves will learn to fear our names!”

Paul nodded, a smirk etched in his mask. “That’s what I like to hear. Let’s you and I give em’ something to call hell...bird.”

…

“Looks like everything’s ready.”

“Just about.”

The man and woman were sitting inside a small tent, just the two of them and their supplies. The man was sitting idle, while the woman was chewing on a piece of jerky. He looked at her with a near unreadable expression.

“Hungry?” she asked in between bites. He shook his head.

“Not a fan of jerky?”

He shook his head again. “I don’t care what I eat, Leianna. I’m just not hungry right now.”

The cleric shrugged, still chewing. “Suit yourself.” Taking another bite, she looked off to the side in thought. “Man, all they’ve got left around here is cheese and jerky.”

“Not much else can last months without spoiling,” Lexius noted.

“Hey, I’m not complaining. Food’s food, and cheese and jerky are damn fine.”

Lexius sighed. The priest looked sullen and out of it. Leianna noticed this, and gave him a questioning look.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m just...I wish I could have...been of more use.”

“How so?”

The man held his hands out. “I...I was poor support on the field. I’m an awful combatant. I spent half my time here bedridden. I failed to come prepared. I...I even...Leianna, if I had been with you when we split into two groups...perhaps Basilrin’s brother and Tourthun would be-”

“Hey. Monk boy.” Leianna gave him a firm glare, as if chastising him. “Listen to me, you fool. You came here of your own volition. You waltzed into a hellhole full of the darkest beings the world can offer with scrappy armor, a chipped iron blade and a tiny wooden shield. You never trained for combat. You healed a goddamned DRAGON, Lexius.”

He was about to respond, but Leianna put a hand on his shoulder and smiled. “You kicked ass out here. No one expected some guy from a church to make it this far, but here you are.”

The priest lowered his head and laughed. Leianna raised a brow. “Err...Lexius?”

“Heh...yeah, I guess you’re right. No use in feeling sorry for myself. I did what I could. That’s...all you can really do.”

“Hey, that’s the spirit!” Leianna grinned and patted him on the shoulder. “Look, I’ve got plenty of things I wish I’d done differently too, but there’s no turning back the clock. You live with what you do, and you do the best you can.”

Lexius looked up at the cleric hopefully. “Sister Leianna...could you join me in prayer?”

The woman shrugged. “I don’t see why not.” She shoved the rest of the jerky in her mouth, chewing loudly as she rushed to finish her meal.

Lexius took out his cross, from under his armor. The small, wooden symbol appeared hand-carved by him, if its quality was any indication.

Leianna wiped her mouth and took out her own, pulling it from a pouch. The handheld crosses were more good luck charms than anything, not blessed or magical in any way. It was a simple reminder of God, carried on each church member’s person to serve as a constant source of hope and faith.

Lexius bowed his head, cross clutched underneath his hand and held onto by both hands. Leianna followed the gesture.

“Through God and the intercession of Saint Martin, we stand firm against the work of the enemy,” Lexius said, his voice low and clear.

“We thought we may have died and been sent to the underworld for our transgressions, for we are surrounded by grinning faces of demons,” Leianna continued. The pair continued to alternate between each line.

“Even in death, even in the underworld, despite our true odds, we will never waver. Such is the burden of the faithful.”

Lexius’ eyes were squeezed tight as he brought the prayer to a close. “Guide us now, for we do the bidding of the Lord, our God. Allow us to fulfill our duty, no matter the cost. No matter the cost…”

“Amen.”

Despite having reached the end, Lexius did not rise as Leianna had.

“No matter the cost…”

The cleric looked at the priest with a notable degree of concern. “Lexius…?”

“No matter the cost…”

…

“This catastrophe was man-made! I’ve seen it for myself!” Charles stood among a group of humans, the first few militiamen who had answered the call. Several of them, in their light uniforms of cloth and wielding simple weapons, leered at him in disdain.

Though Alexander and the others had been through enough with the magician to trust him, but as he had always been told, the common folk saw him as little more than a monstrous chimera.

“What the hell do you know?!” one of the levies shouted, eliciting cries of agreement throughout the crowd.

“I recovered documents from the college! One of the wizards said himself that he did it!”

“Oh yeah?! Where’s your proof?”

Charles frowned. “I gave them to my friend, the professor. He left with the rest of the citizens in the evacuation.”

“How awfully convenient,” one of the men mused. A few voice called out in agreement once more.

“Whatever!” the dragonoid cried, throwing his hands up, “I don’t care if you believe me or not! The truth will come out on its own!”

“Yeah right. I bet YOU did it!”

“M-me?!” Charles reeled back, “Why would I do that?!”

“It’s in your blood!” Cheers erupted through the crowd at those words, the magician clutching at his shoulders defensively.

“T-that’s not true. I make my own path...my origins do not determine my future…”

“Yeah, right! Say, if you’re one of them...I wonder if you’ve got any secrets you’re hiding…?”

A few men stepped forward, their stances clearly hostile. Their eyes glinted with malicious intent, and their grin were anything but friendly.

“W-what’s this?!” Charles shouted, shaken. He backed up, nervous about where this was going.

“Why are you wearing that?” one of the men asked, reaching out for his wizard hat. Though he grabbed it, Charles threw his arm away, clutching onto the hat possessively.

“Don’t touch me! Don’t touch my things! They aren’t yours!”

The man smirked. “Are you hiding something under there, beast?”

Their approach quickened, even as the dragonoid began backpedaling.

“L-leave me alone! Stop it!”

“Show us what you’re hiding!” Several shouts rang out through the Citadel. Some from the mob of soldiers, some from citizens around the camp that saw what was happening.

Charles, focused on the approaching men, failed to notice a rock behind him. His foot slipped as he tripped over it, falling to the ground on his back. He sat up, and just as it looked like the mob was about to descend on him…

“That’s ENOUGH!”

Blinking, the fallen dragonoid looked over to the source of the bellowing voice. Sure enough, the knight was stomping over, though not in his armor. Still, he had his sword on his hip, and looked suitably authoritative enough anyway. Behind him, a few others followed, most notably Wurie.

“Causing trouble, are we?”

The knight’s demeanor seemed to shake the mob of levies out of it, many quickly backing away from Charles.

“W-we were just-”

“Harassing the people you were sent to help? Yeah, I noticed. What’s next? Gonna mug a few of the wolves? Attack the birds?”

“No,” a single voice answered meekly. The knight scowled at the group.

“Which one of you imbeciles is in command here?” He demanded. A lone soldier answered.

“Captain Howard, sir. He’s outside.”

Alexander stepped forward and grabbed the man by the neck, pulling him close. The others gasped, but didn’t interfere.

“Tell your captain to get his men under control,” he growled, voice dripping with venomous hostility, “NOW.”

“Y-yessir,” he squeaked, stumbling backwards as Alexander released him.

“Crawl on out of here, all of you. You’re not welcome.”

As the group turned to leave back through the sewers, the knight called out one last time.

“If I catch you attacking any more citizens, you’ll be hanging from his majesty’s gallows for treason!”

As the group fled, Alexander turned to Charles, still sitting on the ground. He quickly extended a hand. “You all right?”

“I-I think so.” the magician grabbed the man’s hand, letting himself be pulled to his feet with a grunt.

“Ah...thank you, Alexander.”

“Don’t worry about it. The nerve…!”

Charles smiled as he dusted himself off. “I’m thankful to have friends in such affluent stations…”

The knight grimaced. “I don’t like throwing my weight around, but in these situations I hardly have a choice.”

“What in the world was that?” Wurie asked, “They were like...common rabble! Like the thugs whose fights I had to break up back in the day!”

“That’s what happens with the army,” Alexander noted. He frowned as he looked over to the exit, hands on his hips.

“These aren’t elite soldiers of the king. These aren’t contractors or professionals. These are levies, militia and common folk. They don’t have the discipline a lifer has. Force them to stay on duty without an enemy to fight, and eventually they’ll starting picking their own fights.”

Wurie tilted his head. “Sounds like you’ve dealt with this before.”

“Comes with the territory. Command enough armies and you know the best and worst of it inside and out.”

“Still...unacceptable,” muttered Wurie. He looked deeply wounded by the proceedings.

“Captain? You okay?”

The wolfman shook his head. “It’s...nothing. Just remembering the exile.”

“Similar treatment?”

“Very.”

Alexander crossed his arms. “Things are going to change around here. I don’t know how, but they will.”

Wurie smiled despite himself. “I...appreciate the optimism. I would say I don’t believe it but...I already said that about you saving our people. I fear I’d be eating my words yet again if I said such a thing!”

The knight shrugged, a small smile at the corner of his lips. “Guess we’ll just have to see, huh? So how about…”

A shadow taking up the entire middle of the camp cause him to trail off. While the twilight wasn’t much, it was noticeable now that it was gone.

He barely had a moment to look up before a green dragon dropped down the hole and into the Citadel. Basilrin.

“They are here! The king’s men are here!”

There was a lengthy silence as the crowd looked at one another. A few citizens walked over at the dragon’s call, including the others that had been journeying together with Alexander all this time.

Looking back, the knight gave them a nod. At last, the end was here. Alexander closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“It’s time.”

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By Unpopular Demand: The World Building / HC post on Links.

the word count on this got wild and im so sorry

Important things to keep in mind: This is with LEGENDARY POKEMON ONLY. Not with your average Pokemon. This has very little to do with regular Pokemon. Legendary Pokemon can do things outside the realm of human comprehension- let alone pokemon comprehension. This is solely about them, not any other Pokemon.

Furthermore, there’s a huge difference in a Chosen Hero and a Hero of Prophecy. A Chosen Hero is one the Legend chooses because of interference, while a Prophetic Hero falls under the “fate/destiny” clause. On one hand, it’s not fate or destiny’s standards in which the hero is chosen, but purely on a whim by the Legend. Touya/Hilbert and Touko/Hilda, as PRIME examples, fall under the Prophetic clause where there was a prophecy and a DESTINY for the two dragons to re-emerge and choose their hero. Kyogre, Yveltal, Giratina- those Pokemon didn’t emerge on their own. There was INTERFERENCE that caused it to happen.

Alright, the rest of this will be under a Read More- because of length.

When thinking of Links, I know of 7 total Links, which each range in danger, drawbacks, etc. These are: the Parasitic Link, the Host Link, the Body Link, the Mind Link, the Heart Link, the Soul Link and finally the Perfect Link. The Mind Link is pretty neutral, the Perfect Link having little no no drawbacks while the Parasitic Link is dangerous. So, we’ll talk about them in that order. Furthermore, I’ll be using a Legend and a Protag as example to make understanding the links easier. The Protag chosen and the Legend Chosen will be random and have nothing to do with any blog other than- for instance- my own... Y’know, since I’ve been building on this for a hot second.

The Parasitic Link : This is basically?? A link where one party mooches off the other. Lets throw Red and MewTwo out there for shits and giggles. (I'll use a different example for everything) Red uses MewTwo's abilities to telepathically speak with others, meaning he's gaining goodness-- he doesn't HAVE to talk. But, MewTwo is being harmed every time it happens. Not necessarily HARMED but like... Probably drained of energy for a while. Red is the Parasite in this Link.

This Parasitic Nature can be from either party, like if MewTwo was using Red as a puppet for its own gain and Red goes through massive headaches, memory loss, and so forth with it. To think a little harder, think of Mistletoe: a parasite that lives by sucking nutrients and stuff from the host tree.

The Host Link : Similar to the Parasitic Link, severe danger and horrible things can- and will- befall one of the two parties. UNLIKE THE PARASITE LINK, The Host has no problem with these changes- no matter how negative they may be. They've either deluded themselves or they just genuinely do not care. The Host will also not be in grave danger of losing their life, but instead be in danger of losing their body. We’ll use Dawn and Giratina for this.

Dawn, in possession of the Orb, makes a connection with Giratina after Cyrus summons it. Giratina latches onto Dawn, who doesn’t seem to mind or care because she’s helping Gira, and comes through to use Dawn’s body to further it’s agenda. Now, this is a Host Link because Dawn physically can change to the satanpede form. The reason this is the second link is because it has negative effects of the Host's body. Dawn may go through changes like new bones forming, new growths, hell, maybe even things falling away or falling off because Gira doesn’t need them.

The Body Link : We'll use Silver and Raikou. Raikou chooses Silver as his chosen champion, but because Raikou protects and serves the """lesser""" electric types, there are some things he cannot help. But Silver, as a human, can. The only negative effect of this Link is the exhaustion and possibly reverting to a Host Link if the trust is not there or if they're exposed for too long.

Raikou can essentially take over Silver's body- with Silver's permission. Silver can take over Raikou's, with Rai's permission. Being in one another's body for too long can cause the Link to revert to a Host Link because of the changes that will begin occuring. Timing is impeccable for this Link, as too much time could be detrimental but not enough time will cause the Trust and Bond to possibly lessen.

The Mind Link : For the next three, we’re talking about Legends choosing their Hero. The fourth is a Mind Link. Serena and Yveltal are PRIME examples of this. Where one of the two reaches out to the other to share memories, what they're currently seeing, what they're thinking, etc. Yveltal reached out to Serena, showed Sere why he SHOULDN'T be there and why he doesn't WANT to be there... But it had lasting effects. The full information on that is FOUND HERE.

Because of how FAST Yve had to break the connection without precision, she now has an affinity with Dark Types. This doesn't normally happen.* During a mind link, the bodies are briefly linked. Where one is hurt, the other will be hurt, too. And once a Mind Link has been performed, it can be accessed at any time, so long as they know how to. This is the first of the Links that have no really severe drawbacks save for a headache or migraine on occasion.

The Heart Link : IN NORMAL, EVERYDAY POKEMON, THIS KIND OF CONNECTION CAN BE USED TO HELP WITH MEGA EVOLUTION. However, it's not complete- not even close. The Heart Link connects you and the Pokemon on an emotional level. A Heart Link is typically used to share feelings, show feelings, and further trust and bonds with said Pokemon. However, if Barry and Palkia were to use the Heart Link, neither can move until after the link has been severed. With a Heart Link, no matter how far away the two are from each other, they'll be able to feel the other's presence and emotions and what they're trying to hide.

Meaning even if Palkia goes to Ultra Space and is THAT far away from Barry, if Palkia gets scared, Barry will feel scared. But he'll be able to tell that its not HIS fear, it's Palkia's. This kind of connection can help understand regular Pokemon of the same typing, as well, just not to extreme levels. No where near the level PokeSpe Yellow is, but along those same lines. In this example, Barry would be able to understand when a Water or Dragon type is happy, sad, etc. Akin to Yellow, but no where near her level. Drawbacks include things like emotional confusion, feeling like true bonds (love, friendship, etc) with other humans (or Pokemon in Dialga’s case) are near impossible, etc.

The Soul Link : Because May has this with Kyogre we'll use those two. A Soul Link is one step away from being the Ultimate Connection. When a Legend chooses its hero, not fate but the Legend itself, this is the highest achievable connection. A soul connection is essentially removing a part of one's soul to shove in the other's body. May SHOULD HAVE DIED to Kyogre's hands. Fins? Whatever. But Kyogre wasn't going to have that. Kyogre, in that moment, made her choice and she chose May. To prevent May from dying, to prevent the soul leaving her body to completely leave, Kyogre would place enough of her own soul into May to speed healing, help regenerate, and connect the two souls for a long, long time. However, once May is healed, most of Kyogre's soul would return to the whale. 50% of May's soul, while healing, is actually Kyogre's. Yet, after she's done healing, 85% of May's soul is her own. 15% is Kyogres. And Kyogre, in turn, has 15% of May's soul.

They're entwined and can use each other's "powers" (to put it lightly) at the most basic level. For instance. Kyogre can now enter and leave Gijinka form at will, as May is human and it helps take LESS of Kyogre's power to transform. Before it would take, say, 10% of power to transform. Now it would take like 5%. While, on the other hand, May can swim faster than you but isn't exactly super human with it. She can hold her breath underwater longer than humans, but isn't super human with it. If humans have been known to hold their breath underwater for 60 seconds, May can probably go 100 seconds. It's nothing huge, but its there, if that makes sense. In kind, May can understand Water Types better- not like Serena's failed proper disconnect caused but a very slight bit more than the Heart Link. And Kyogre can understand and speak with Humans at an easier pace. Drawbacks are typically unseen in this connection, however they CAN arise if one of the two parties sees it as a burden or regrets it.

This is the easiest connection to do when one of the two are dying, however it’s also the easiest (in that situation) to regret. Outside of near-death, this is the hardest achievable Link as it DOES tamper with the two’s souls.

The Perfect Link : This is Reshiram and Touya. It's stronger than the ones previous to it, yet combines them all the same with very little to no drawbacks. Meaning like the Host and Body links, they can enter one another constantly with little to no effects. They can constantly connect mentally like with the Mind Link, feel each other's emotions like the Heart Link, and gains from one another like the Soul Link-- just without actually splitting the souls. Instead, the souls are almost entwined at this point. Fully dependent on one another like Yin and Yang, but still independent of one another UNLIKE Yin and Yang.

There is only one drawback of the Perfect Link, yet it’s unsure if it’s true or not. All Heroes of Prophecy, in the past, have died from unnatural means. A war, a traitor, etc. It’s unsure if the human lives as long as the Legend to be it’s hero or if they age and die normally. It’s ASSUMED, but as Heroes of Prophecy aren’t exactly common, it’s still unknown.

* - Because of how FAST Yve had to break the connection without precision, she now has an affinity with Dark Types. This doesn't normally happen. : In cases (namely all of them save for the Parasitic and Perfect Links) where an ABRUPT DISCONNECTION happens, a negative (or, very rarely, a positive) effect happens to the Human as Humans are much weaker than the Legends they’re Linked with. Serena has an affinity for Dark Types, but in turn, can no longer form bonds with Pokemon who are not “dark” in nature. (Dark, Poison, and Ghost fall under this “dark” nature as they’re seen as the “evil” ones.)

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