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starshipdecay · 5 days

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Toon Zelda redesigns! I've never been fond of the Toon Zelda design, and these girls deserve some individuality. Design notes and rambles below the cut :D

(time to turn the proper grammar off i aint capitalizing all this. warning: i am verbose)

first up, tmc zelda!

shes the one most like toon zelda, since i felt like the vibes fit the *most* (though not a lot). also, with her place on the timeline, i could justify a lot of bits, like the wings and the cape

the cape! obvs it comes from the toon zelda base design, but also it involves skyloftian fashion! i take the timeline as a challenge, and i once saw a take somewhere that the skyloftians all wear their family crests (most often birds lol) on their person. zelda here (and link too) do just that, wearing their family crests on little caplets. on the back is, of course the royal crest

i went very cutesy princess for her. tmc has such a *whimsical* vibe that i feel is very. muted? by the fact its stuck with the toon style. so i wanted to put in that vibe here. also her sprites make it look like her skirt is super poofy, so how could i not?

curly hair: i wanted something interesting, and most zeldas have straight hair. so! adds to the cuteness

i didnt draw it so well but she (and link) both have very sleepy expressions. zelda especially just has a sleepy expression in her sprite, its quite adorable.

shes not as decked out as other princesses, cuz i see tmc taking place before the royal family really starts to get *royal* as we see it. shes still of course got a tiara and some embroidery tho.

Tetra! her base design isnt all that changed from the original. her name is a fun hc of mine tho. i think "von Hyrule" sounds better as a surname than just "hyrule". shes not zelda, but shes still a descendant.

(WW) princess z (as i call her)

I went more oot zelda vibes for her, since she would be closer, temporally, to oot. i also went very warm, since ive never seen the flood as a *warm* endeavor.

shes got the shoulder danglies, as most zeldas have shoulder armor of some kind. the danglies instead of actual armor are supposed to kind of evoke a royal sea captain kind of vibe.

shes ghostly, with a fish-eyed stare. shes been dead and gone for a long time. shes also a bit taller and a few years older than tetra (as of ww). shes just some spectre the king saw in tetra, not at all a close match

tetra, being smaller than princess z, doesnt fit into the clothes. the dress is too big for her (as is in canon gd that skirt is WAY too long for her), the coat is baggy. the role of a princess *literally* does not fit her.

the ribbons! theyre my replacement for the wings, and they represent the wind in the game! since its represented by white lines, the ribbons are a perfect symbolic match. (also, a note, tetras hair is shorter and coarser than princess z's)

i mostly bullshitted the blue panel but the vague idea i gave it was 'a hope for the triforce to give good fortunes to the people' (pictured as dots, mostly behind her arms)

Pirate Queen Tetra

ph! about a year has passed, and tetra has really grown into her own! as well as literally grown!

shes still tetra, pirate and captain, but shes incorporated that royal heritage into her identity: quite literally! she made piecemeal of the original outfit (what was left of it anyway after the fight), and added bits and pieces to her new life.

she also takes full advantage of said heritage to call herself pirate queen. its great for branding. whos gonna say she CANT go by pirate queen?

the seagull feather is from Aryll. only crew member tetra wears a trinket from (who can say no to that ball of sunshine! certainly not tetra)

not many notes. yall can see whats there. (also she still wears her hair in a bun, its just in a low bun (you can almost see it) when she wears her hat)

st zelda!

first note is: shes not a princess! shes an heiress of the company tetra had made and left behind. hence her title of Lady zelda. ("new hyrule" rly just like-- the ending of ww was *literally* that hyrule is dead and thats okay. how did they miss that :sob emoji:) also calling her Lady Zelda fits with the train vibes

shes in a 1880s style bustle dress because 1) i am OBSESSED with bustle dresses. i love them. so much. 2) the more historical vibe works really well with trains! also a lot of the other outfits in the game have late victorian vibes, so shes certainly not out of place.

her hat (and gloves): any proper lady has a hat on when going about town, however, when she gets body snatched, she pulled out her hatpin to use (ineffectively) as a weapon (she IS tetras great-great-granddaughter), causing her to lose her hat *and* hairdo.

shes still got the hatpin in her ghost form, too. she uses it to threaten people for funsies

Ribbons! on the topic of hairdo, her ribbons! visually tying her to tetras design, the ribbons here instead take on the image of train tracks, with her pin (on the left side) evoking a train engine. the pin also makes her look rich and girly. when her hair comes undone, this makes the ribbons all loose, like how the train tracks disappear in game. (the hat also kinda connects her to tetra)

thanks for reading :D i hope you liked reading this as much as i liked typing it

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jinkicake · 1 year

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Brainrot yet again 😔and this time it’s aether but because nobody on this site can write for him, they don’t know him like I do!!😤like not EVERY aether fic and hc can be super uwu subby crybaby boy SOME OF YALL ARE LYING!! I fully stress myself out by going back and back to the aether tag😭 like I have a handful of artists who draw him normal even Venti isn’t that elusive😭 like aether is a fully grown man with a 9-5! he will not start blushing from me holding his hand!! Like I had an epiphany the other day this man is LITERALLY-like Giorno just longer hair and minus all the trauma; like hear me out!! Blonde pretty boy who looks too pretty to be real,unreasonably strong,showing skin for no reason!!(gio got his chest out for what? Aether wearing a crop top why🤨) have powers that people can’t comprehend,mysterious origins, and they’re both very playful and mischievous; they’re literally like cousins😭(see how my problem is falling for any giorno adjacent characters?💀)you’re traveling w aether getting into all kinds of shenanigans bc trouble follows him like a magnet 🙄and he’s quietly thinking “I am going to absolutely destroy you” like he’s the type so oh so subtly use anemo to blow your clothes,Geo to trip over rocks that were not there before, shocking you w electro 😭 he’s literally a menace bc who’s gone beat his ass?? He’s the honorary knight what would they even say if they caught him Fucking your throat on the roof of the favonious HQ? He’s saved Liyue from Osial and his wife! What they don do if they see him balls deep in you in some tucked away some corner of the Jade palace, LITERALLY FOUGHT GOD AND WON IF THEY KNEW WHATS FOOD FOR THEM THEY WOULD MIND THEIR BUSINESS IF THEY HEARD HIM BLOWING YOUR BACK OUT IN THE TEAHOUSE!! Ayato is a messy ass bitch he would recommend a bathhouse that’s on the outskirts of Inazuma city that has wonderful acoustics just in case he wanted to hear you moans echo🥰 like aether isn’t from this world so his dick would be out if this world as well. Literally the 😏 emoji like he gets up early to finish his daily commissions and get paimon breakfast so he can come back and sweet talk you into letting him cum inside you at like 9am he’s nothing if not clever! Pissing him off to get him to use that god destroying >>> using electro on his dick to overstimulate you, seeing you get a little too friendly with childe or zhongli (bc me too lmao) so he has to remind you he’s better than them🥰 bc he has a cute face but he can be mean asf when he wants to be; sitting and looking at you with a blank face save for the glare burning holes into your head as he makes you bounce on his cock and does absolutely no work as punishment 😔 watching your legs tire out and thrusting up when you stop for even a second rolling his eyes LIKE ITS SOME KIND OF INCONVENIENCE TO HIM “You know, I could always get you off right here,shame you don’t know how to behave” and lazily rubs your clit w his thumb. He loves edging bc he’s a little shit😒 will wait until you admit defeat and put you in a mating press bc he will make sure you can’t move an inch and that you take everything he’s giving you💕 is willing to be tied up and used like the good boy he is🥰

ive never been able to get behind the subby uwu characterization of aether like even when he's shipped w childe and others... idk to me he's strong and puts UP a fight regardles of who he is with!!! so i get you i really do

HAHAHAHA no hes a grown ass man who is over 500 years old... he's seen shit and has been with people before! affection and intimacy is not something new to him!! so why do people act like he's never dealt w romance before in his life!

now..... comparing him with giorno,,,, you do understand you're setting aether up my dear? like this is DON GIORNO we are talking about but with your reasoning i can say that i now understand. and its not your fault for falling for giorno or giorno substitutes like he's the best yandere there is, you cant be blamed!

i love aethers crop top he's so cute i just have to say that

WAHHHHHHHH THE PERV HEADCANNONS W AETHER ARE GONNA MAKE MY MIND EXPLODE... that is TOO good, how do you come up w this stuff im literally in shock like that got me good. also... to add... he could use dendro to create an aphrodisiac right? like a natural dust- idk!

no bc aether can get away w anything on the planet now and no one can stop him like he has four nations under his belt backing him up- no one stands a chance! (except my ice wifey archon!!!)

now see aether getting jealous would lose me bc bae,,, why don't we all just share! like he's mad over childe and alhaitham... BRING THEM IN THE ROOM TOO! there's enough room in his teapot for all of us and we all got enough holes too!

we need more abyss prince!aether i like when they have no life in their eyes... thinking abt that! he wants to get rid of the archons i say DO IT (raiden and venti hide under my bed),,, i'll advocate w him!

#sarahandoikawatalkshit #xiaos spicy almond tofu

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zoran-royalty · 4 years

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Just Once IV: Distant Friends

Rutara wasn’t fond of parties, if she was really being honest. She found most court parties to be stuffy, stifling affairs, and if she could have left without making some kind of political slight, she probably would have. Most of the time, anyway. Zelda was her best friend besides her brother, so she would make exceptions for her. After all, misery loves company.

At the moment, she was wearing a dress that was some sort of bizarre hybrid of Hylian high fashion and the distinct lack conventional clothing of the Zora. A fitted bodice and an open-front, sheer skirt. Its only positive point was that it accented her deep purple scales. She hated it, and made a great show of complaining about it while lying sprawled on Zelda’s gigantic bed.

Zelda had laughter in her voice when she said “Why don’t you just leave it here then and wear your sash?”

Rutara rolled over and rested on her elbows as she faced her friend. Thank goodness whoever designed this crazy garment at least had enough sense to cut the sleeves short enough to let her fins free. “Some suitor or other commissioned it for me. Father said I had to at least wear it once. Apparently it’s supposed to be wearable on land and in the water,” she gave a sharp smile, “We’ll see how it holds up hunting tomorrow.”

Zelda turned from her jewelry box, holding up two pairs of earrings and grinning. “I can already see you ‘accidentally’ ripping it on coral. Now, green or blue?”

Rutara looked Zelda up and down, contemplating. “Blue. They make your eyes look brighter.” She rolled onto her back again, reached out, and plucked a small chocolate off of the tray sitting on Zelda’s bed. “So,” she said around the candy in her mouth, “Who all is comin’ to this shindig?”

Zelda slumped forward and groaned. “The usual. Labrynnian delegates, the Holodrum royals, representatives from the major tribes of Hyrule—“

“Oh yeah, is the red-head coming?”

Zelda’s spine went rigid as her eyes widened. Rutara hadn’t meant to put her on edge with that question, but she had. “I… haven’t heard from him since his last letter, just before his coronation.”

“You didn’t go?” Rutara asked holding her arm up and inspecting her nails.

“Did you pay attention when we had to learn about the other Hyrulean cultures?” Zelda said with a hand on her hip, “Gerudo ceremonies are sacred and closed to outsiders.”

The Zora on her bed squinted and dropped her arm back to the bed. “Lame.”

Zelda sighed a bit, and turned back to her vanity. “Besides,” she spat bitterly, “I’m still not allowed to enter the desert. Even after Impa agreed to go with me, Father won’t let me go.”

Rutara hummed as she sat up and moved to get off the bed. She glanced towards Zelda’s balcony as she heard the telltale sound of hooves meeting the cobblestone of the road outside. “Fun topic time,” she said as she grabbed the tray of candy and then walked over to place a hand on Zelda’s shoulder. “Let’s watch the attendees come so we can make fun of their outfits while they can’t hear us.”

The Hylian princess allowed herself to relax as she laughed a bit, snatching one of the chocolates from the tray. “Deal.”

—

Ganondorf had honestly meant to write sooner, to tell his friend about everything that had happened since his coronation. However, there was a lot to cover, and he simply hadn’t had the time to devote to letters that he had in his youth. Suddenly being completely and utterly in charge of trade, guard schedules, diplomatic relations, training guidelines, and problem solving for his tribe had taken some getting used to, but he believed he was falling into stride. And, praise Din, the dark whispers from his childhood were less frequent when he threw himself into his work for his people.

Riding in his carriage, he held the formal invitation to Zelda’s party that was enclosed with her last letter. It had been about three months since she had written to him. Hopefully she would understand. Hopefully he wouldn’t cause too much of a stir at the party.

It had been ten years since he last set foot in Hyrule castle, and he and Aela hadn’t stayed long enough for Ganondorf to remember much of it. He and Aela both remembered being cold in the summer, so she had taken great lengths to have warmer clothing tailored for a winter celebration. He had been miserable when he first set out from the desert, but now he was thankful for the layers and furs his caretaker had procured. He would have to apologize for his whining later.

As he stepped out of the carriage, he marveled at the light dusting of snow in the courtyard. Everything glittered slightly in the light of the obscene number of torches lit throughout the castle grounds. He took a deep breath and did his best to look relaxed and non-threateneing.

Still, the guards stiffened a bit as he approached. Ganondorf did his best to ignore the dark, indignant voice in the back of his mind as he showed his invitation.

—

“Oh! Oh! Ten o’clock!” Rutara exclaimed, elbowing Zelda, “Councilman Idris is wearing that dreadful hat from last year!”

The two girls descended into laughter as they gawked at the feathery monstrosity said councilman paraded around in. Zelda leaned forward a bit before pointing sharply at an approaching carriage. “Ten rupees says the Holodrum prince is wearing pink and green again,”

Rutela snorted. “He wore that at Rilan’s coming-of-age in summer,” she said, remembering her brother’s own party. “I say it’s purple and orange this time.”

As Zelda kept an eye on the Holodrum carriage, Rutara noticed another just entering the castle’s outer gate. As it rolled into the main grounds, She could just barely make out a seal she wasn’t as familiar with. She knew she had seen it before, and she mentally cycled through the tribes of Hyrule before it finally clicked in her mind.

“Called it!” Zelda exclaimed beside her, causing the Zora to jump. Indeed, the prince of Holodrum appeared to be in costume as a moldy wildberry, however Rutara had something else on her mind.

“C’mon!” Rutara said, grabbing Zelda’s wrist and half-dragging the Hylian princess off the balcony. Zelda stumbled as her friend pulled her, offering some— but not much—resistance.

“Where? Why—“ Zelda tried to form a proper question, but it was a bit hard with an energetic Zora weaving around her furniture and out to the hall.

“Trust me!”

—

The main hall of the castle was definitely the focal point of the party that night. The pillars, staircases, and railing of the balcony were bedecked in evergreen. Hundreds of lanterns had been strung throughout the space, and chandeliers blazed brightly. Everything was cast with a golden glow. This, coupled with a small group of court musicians playing cheery tunes, gave the hall a warm, comfortable atmosphere. Between two large staircases, space had been designated as a dance floor. The remainder of the space was filled with people, some sitting at tables and others walking around and mingling. Soft music from a string quartet filled the space above the idle chatter of guests.

Ganondorf tried to ignore the gawking stares as he made his way into the main hall. This was complicated by the fact that he was intently looking around for Zelda, despite having no idea how she had changed in the ten years since they last saw each other. A handful of the other guests would attempt to be friendly with the Gerudo king, however it was easy to see the fear in their eyes.

From the balcony above, Ganondorf just barely caught a flash of royal purple followed by blue and gold. He tried to focus on said flash, but it quickly wove through the crowds both on the upper floor and the staircase, so he made his way closer to where the flash was headed, hoping to see it better.

—

Rutara, it seemed, was as adept at swimming through crowds as she was through water. At least thrice, Zelda would’ve lost the Zora had either of them not maintained an iron grip on the other.

Despite some indignation at being dragged around like this at her own birthday ball, Zelda couldn’t help but smile as her friend led her through small breaks in the crowds. It almost seemed like a complicated dance as they read the movements of the people around them to find gaps in the throng.

As soon as they reached the bottom of the stairs, Rutara suddenly stopped. Once Zelda’s momentum carried her passed her friend, the Zora shoved her even farther forward. Zelda laughed and turned back towards her friend. “Ruta—!” she called in mock-indignation.

Rutara simply smirked, pointed ahead of where she had shoved Zelda, and dashed off again.

Oh.

—

Oh.

It had been about ten years since he had seen her. Whenever Ganondorf had pictured Zelda, she had started that sweet six-year-old. As they wrote to each other and grew, he started envisioning how he thought she looked. He pictured her closer to the height of his cousins, but maybe a bit more delicate. Still, how he thought of her still tended to skew younger. But the young woman in front of him?

She’s beautiful.

She was a picture of grace. A goddess given mortal form.

He heard a dark chuckle. You’re not entirely wrong.

Just for tonight, the young king thought, let me be.

—

He had grown taller than she expected. His fiery red hair was pulled back by the traditional Gerudo headpiece. Even through the finery he wore, Zelda could see he had grown strong as well. However not everything had changed, his eyes were still that soft gold, even if they looked a bit harder than they had when they were children.

She had changed too. Ganondorf saw she held herself with a grace that hadn’t existed in their childhood. Delicate, but wise. She held a power different than his, but just as strong.

For a moment, they just stared at each other, content in seeing each other again. When the musicians struck up a new tune, the trance was broken, and Ganondorf and Zelda broke into wide smiles.

“Would you care to dance, Princess?” Ganondorf said softly.

“It would be my pleasure.

#ZelGan #The Writing Hour #Y'all it's been so long #but we got an OC I love in here

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foul-humors · 4 years

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Ad Interim IV

Not long after the so-called “Warrior of Light” triumphed in the First....

At the southwestern ends of Ilsabard, in the last village before the Ghimlyt, there was a rundown old bar. That bar boasted few patrons, but those few it had were regulars. So when a smartly dressed Viera walked in, sat at the bar, and ordered a hard apple cider, the other patrons took notice. She settled for rum when her requested drink wasn’t available, then opened a notebook and started looking over the contents.

When a patron - a hyur by the look of him - abandoned his seat to sit next to her, she quickly snapped it shut.

"Evenin', miss," he spoke with a mild slur. She didn't respond. "Oi, now. Don't tell me yer one of them strong, silent types. You look like you have a story ta tell."

A stoic face framed by white hair turned towards him. Her soft, brown eyes had teal markings beneath them that roughly resembled tear trails. Then her lips - painted with a darker shade of teal - betrayed her agitation with a sneer.

The man laughed. "Going to judge a man so harshly so quickly? C'mon, now. Give him a chance!" the man said, referring to himself. She glanced about the bar, noting curious eyes on them, then huffed and...at least stopped frowning at him, moving her gaze to her bottle of cider, and taking another swig.

"There's not much to tell," she replied, her accent indicating that she’d at least grown up in Ilsabard.

"Come now, luv! In this humble town, even the most mundane traveler's story is something new!" He laughed again. She shook her head. "Tell ya what. If I can guess some things about you, will you open up?"

"That'll depend on what you guess," she murmured.

"Excellent! Now...I'm thinkin' you're a soldier," he started, looking her over. "Ya got the bearing of one. Oh, and y’were born in Othard."

"Those are too easy," she responded, staring at the drinks lined up on the other side of the bar as she nursed her cider.

"Okay, okay. Yoooou...haven't been sleeping well." He gave a cheesy grin.

"I must have circles under my eyes," she murmured.

"Nah, luv. Yer beautiful." He rubbed his hands and grinned a little darkly. On the opposite side of her from him, a Roegadyn sat down. Though he seemed to ignore the pair as he ordered his drink - simple beer - his presence made her feel a little trapped. The man that was bothering her continued.

"You favor a bow," he suggested. When she gave him another bewildered look, she pointed at her fingers. "The way they're calloused."

Now she turned on her stool to face him properly, curious as to how far his powers of observation could take him. "Go on."

"I'm thinking you're on medical leave." He said. She tilted her head in response, and he explained, "Well, if I'm right about you having sleep problems, and ya really do use a bow, then it’s gotta be affecting your aim. Gotta rest to recover from whatever's wrong with ya."

"High marks," she said, studying him. He was pretty nondescript, wearing plain clothes expected from a remote village. He was a middle-aged man, probably not much older than herself, but just handsome enough that he'd be disarming to most. He gave her a toothy grin.

"Ah, but it's all a bit of mummery, isn't it, luv?" he said. "Ya sleep fine, and yer just malingering." A chill went down her spine as he continued. "But it can't just be that. You'd go someplace sunnier, eh? Not to this place. Not unless..."

She stood and turned to head for the door, only for that large Roegadyn to arm bar her, knocking her to the ground. The other patrons watched passively, having seen this sort of thing before. Once more, she gritted her teeth and muttered, "Frumentarii." The hyur grinned down at her.

"...Not unless you were trying to defect to Eorzea, but found the Ghimlyt harder to cross than you thought. Do you have any sense of how many defectors we've caught trying to pass through here? You were easy...we even got a heads-up."

"I wasn't defecting," she growled out. The Roegadyn reached down and gripped her jacket to pick her up. She didn't struggle, knowing full well that it was likely to cause more trouble for herself, whether they had hidden backup or not.

"We've heard that one before," the Roegadyn replied. The Hyur snatched the notepad from her pocket, and started flipping through the pages.

"Ah. Maps, potential routes, names. Contacts, no doubt," The Hyur said. He nodded to his partner. "Come on. Let's leave these lawful citizens to their drink." At that, the Roegadyn gripped her upper arm, and led her out while the Hyur bowed to the rest of the bar. “Enjoy your drinks, citizens.”

Her mind raced, now. She wasn’t the best soldier, but she was loyal. Though she felt it was the right thing to do, she knew she was violating orders to be where she was. She knew she should go with the men, and take her due punishment...but she wasn’t so eager to abandon her personal mission.

.....

Outside the bar, she looked about, and her ears turned and she looked and listened for any of their potential cohorts. "You know, normally I wonder why so many of you try to defect to Eorzea. Your homelands I get, but what is it about those savages that's so alluring?" the hyur commented as she was practically dragged down the empty, dark street.

"I told you, I'm not defecting,” she replied, getting annoyed by the accusation. “I'm a loyal soldier, and have been since I voluntarily joined twenty years ago!"

"A full score and still merely 'oen Lepus'," he replied. "Promoted only to be demoted. Good scout, but poor leadership skills, and has trouble getting along with others. Still got a bit of savage in you, hmm?" He held his hand up for them to stop, then turned and faced her, arms folded. "But I'll humor you. If you're not defecting, what are you doing here?"

She huffed and muttered something. The Roegadyn gave a short laugh, hearing her, and the Hyur arched his brow. "Sorry, what was that?"

"Trying to get to Eorzea," she replied more clearly. "But I swear I'm not defecting!"

"Then what are you doing? What-" He held up her notepad, waving it about. “-are the names in this book?”

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me."

"I wasn’t malingering. I have been having nightmares, but not just that!" She rubbed her forehead, eyes closed for a moment before she opened them and looked to him again. "I see things when I'm awake, too, so I started taking down words and names when I’d come out of it. After doing the research, I've found they're all places and people in Eorzea. Places and people I’ve never heard of.”

She hung her head. “Don’t you see? I have to know why! I have to know if they did something to me!" She balled a fist, and gritted her teeth at him. “And I’d never join those bloody savages! I never would! Especially not after the insults and betrayals they’ve paid us for trying to help them!”

Though the Hyur didn't seem moved by her words, the Roegadyn commented, "Don’ know, Sir. Seems too weird to be made up, and me homeland is pretty strange like that."

The Hyur shushed him. "Quiet." He looked to her again, tapping his foot. "Okay, Let's say I believe you that you’re not a defector. Your orders were still not to leave the place you were stationed in. You’re absent against orders at best, and a deserter at worst." To this, she had no contest.

"Fine. As long as you don't think I'm fool enough to defect, I'll take my licks for going out of bounds."

"Heh. Like you have a choice." He turned and they started on again. In that moment, a strange sound caught her ears, and her long ears turned towards it.

"Do you hear that?" The Roegadyn soon commented.

The hyur slowed his steps, then stopped. He searched the skies, squinting. "Yeah...sounds like thunder, but...." He didn’t need to finish the thought: It was a clear night.

The Viera suddenly grabbed her head again, groaning and squeezing her eyes shut. "Argh!" She went weak in the knees, but instead of pulling away from the Roegadyn - who assumed she was acting - she gripped his arm tightly for support.

“Oi! What’s wrong with you?” the Roegadyn grumbled.

The Hyur would have turned back to deal with the matter, but the noise continued to hold his attention. He focused on the sky, "Shut her up, w- Wait...what in the hells is that?" A dark shape was moving through the sky above them, the thundering coming from its direction.

Then it shifted course, and seemed to be heading towards them. Upon realizing this, the hyur shouted, "Take cover!" and ran for an alley. The Roegadyn punched his charge in the shoulder so she’d let go, and then followed his superior. They watched as the dark cloud slammed into the Viera like a freight train, throwing her back. It swarmed around her before flowing into her.

She convulsed violently while the two men watched, jaws agape. Then she went still. "She dead?" came the Roegadyn's query.

As if to answer him, she groaned and sat up, rubbing her forehead. "...Artillery?" she asked to no one in particular. The two men looked at each other, then to her, staring, stunned. She looked to them, and then stood up quickly. They made no move to approach, and their expressions suggested that, while they weren't quite afraid, they were now filled with an abundance of caution.

She doubled over, suddenly, and vomited up a dark, sticky fluid. She groaned as she finished, then her eyes - and those of the men - went wide. The dark fluid writhed on the ground, twisting and coiling like some sort of malformed creature. She ran around it to them, but they didn't seem interested in being too close to her, edging away, taking their eyes off the fluid just long enough to do so.

It stopped moving, then seeped into the pavement. For a moment, there was silence as she stared at where it had been, and they stared at her. "I...I think I need a medicus," she muttered before growing nauseous again. She reached out to grab the Hyur's arm for support. As soon as her hand touched his bare arm, he started screaming. Starting where she touched, and spreading from there, his arm began to wither. When she saw this, she withdrew her hand quickly and backed away from the pair. The Roegadyn pulled the axe off his back and readied it against her.

She backed out of the ally, taking the hint. "I'm...I'm sorry!" she offered, then turn and ran. As she passed a shop, she caught her reflection in the window. What she saw unsettled her, but she didn't have time to question it now. She had to focus on grabbing her things from her inn room, leaving this town, and finding another way to Eorzea.

She'd deal with her suddenly amber eyes later.

#short #miss morn #needs image #very late

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everyonesfavoritegoldenboy · 5 years

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Boys of Summer...

But I can see you Your brown skin shining in the sun You got your hair combed back and your Sunglasses on baby I can tell you my love for you will still be strong

Everyone had pretty much left me alone in the small room for the time being. @nursejoylove had made sure that I was comfortable and sitting in the hospital bed with the covers up to my chest. She ran a gentle hand over the bandage on my forehead and looked at me with kind eyes. I knew she didn’t fully understand the reason I was there...and hell I couldn’t tell her much more anyway. I knew I had started out with a purpose. I took her hand with my good one. I had an IV stuck deep in my hand and it was beginning to piss me off. Every time I moved it gave a little pull...and a little tug on my skin. I stared at it for a moment...and looked back at her. She smiled and pat my shoulder and left the room without saying a word.

I was still wearing the hospital gown and I have never felt more like a grown man reduced to a child. I struggled to get up out of the bed with the needle tugging at my hand and the annoying beep of the machines when I moved. I frowned. I held on to the pole of the IV and walked over to the window.

It was beginning to grow dark outside. Dusk was settling over the valley. I looked over to the corner of the room and someone had laid out my clothes on the tiny table that served as a dresser. I looked at them. I went over to the clothes and made sure that my wallet and my keys and my pocket knife was still all there and that no one had decided to remove anything via the “five-finger discount” It’s so damn hard to trust anyone.

I love the colors of the sunset. Especially in California. This was God’s country...and no one could convince me otherwise. Back at the window, things were starting to take shape in the shadows. I shook my head. I didn’t know if I was having another reaction to the drugs or to the knock to my skull. I saw...I saw the beach. This wasn’t possible. We were miles away from the beach that I was seeing in my mind.

A boy...a boy with brown skin...someone familiar yet strange to me...as if I saw him only in my dreams. He was handing something to a girl...a girl that I knew somewhere. I watched them in the reflection of the window. I traced their faces with my index finger and wished they would turn to look at me. If I could have only told them then...at that moment.

Their happy scene...interrupted....sand...blurring into a tornado of anger and betrayal. A blond....red jacket....no reasoning. I frowned at the new arrival. He was arrogant and cocky. He knew she would only go back with him if she wasn’t so damn stubborn. What was wrong with her anyway? He had never done anything to hurt her. He never hit her....I shook my head at that. I knew that he had. I knew that he always made promises never to do it again. I knew he was wrong. He had been wrong so many times.

The dark haired boy....smiling...holding out a hand. He wanted to be friends. All he wanted was to play even and fair. To talk things out. I hit the glass with the palm of my hand. The blond looked at me for a brief moment. His eyes were filled with hurt...embarrassment...stubborn male pride....I wouldn’t reach him then.

The scene I remember played out before me the way it always did. There was nothing I could do to change it.

Flash forward twenty or so years later. I’m in a delivery room. She’s on the table. Screaming my name. Calling me a bastard. I supposed I deserved that. I told her I’d stay with her through the birth. That I wanted to see my son. That I wanted to make sure he had a father. Her sharp witted tongue spewed liquid lava at me from the time of her first contraction until I saw his head and went outside to pass out. I needed a drink then like I needed one now. Memories compiled themselves one on top of the other.

Being denied visitation. Being denied birthday parties. Being denied memories and moments that should have had me in them. Little League. Hospital visits. PTA meetings. Everything I should have been as a father...her face in front of me now. Arms folded. Mouth Grim. Robby behind her...disappointment on his face. Shaking his head. “You were never there for me.” I know...I tried. I figured with at least my money there would be some form of me that showed him that I was at least there in a sense...and when things started escalating this past year and we grew closer...I was never more happy. I had the son that I wanted. I had Robby back....a Robby I had never known. It took losing another son that I had grown to love as my own in the process...I hated myself for what I had done to Diaz. We grew apart so that I could try with my flesh and blood. They both had to know how much I loved and cared for them both...I am just too weak to show it.

I gave in for something that I wanted. SomeONE that I thought would bring me happiness...even if it meant the destruction of a marriage and a home. Everything I touch turns to shit. He had to be mine. I couldn’t let 30 years of my life in hell not give me some form of redemption to see if he could ever love me the same as I had learned was an obsessive pipe dream to begin with. I risked it all and bet on black and lost my soul in the process...of course I never really owned it...it belonged to Kreese...and he has yet to relinquish that hold. The price is too steep.

I fiddle with my IV tube again and think of how easy it would be. I look down in my other hand and see that my Swiss army knife had found its way to my grip. I look at it confused...It’s already open.

I go back over to my clothes and wallet and neatly arrange everything. I open my wallet and see that I still had my black headband tucked away inside. I had kept it there for hope... @dr-ali-mills had faith in me. She believes in me. I look up and see her...young again....standing in the doorway. I knew I should have been with her. I knew I should have let them be. Maybe things would have worked out between us. But again...wishful thinking...just like the faith she has in me now. I go to the mirror and haltingly put my headband around my head and tie it tight. I remember me as a boy. Young and handsome...life gives you no do-overs. I think about my friends...I think about @bobbylovesalex. He was my best friend. I know he can make something out of @robby-l-keene. He can be the father to him that I never was and that I wanted to be. I know he will never speak to me again without contempt. Without the same look his mother still gives to me knowing that I will always be a joke to her. I just want to tell him that I love him and that I never...ever gave up on him. He means the world to me...and I would die for him. I put my shoes at the end of the bed...I read somewhere that they did that. Why were they always found barefoot?

I hope @mamabearlarusso finds happiness....even if it is just with her own children for now...they are his kids. They have the LaRusso blood flowing through them. I hope they can take the teachings of their father’s Sensei and grow up balanced and wise and that they are good to their mother. I really admire her strength through all of this. In another life... I think to myself.

I go over to my bed and sit down on the edge of it. I’m tired. I’m not a pussy...I won’t give up or die trying. But a peace is settling over me now. I look at the drip of the IV bag...the liquid flowing down the tube and I’m mesmerized. I lay down. How easy it would be just to....just to....I close my eyes.

The alarms go off down the hall. “Code Blue!” Someone shouts.

A little voice inside my head said: "Don't look back, you can never look back"

#cobra kai rp #johnny #reflections #I hope it's not too late #and she whispered...sometimes love is only sleeping

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