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mtg-cards-hourly · 1 year
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Jungle Shrine
On Naya, ambition and treachery are scarce, hunted nearly to extinction by the awe owed to terrestrial gods.
Artist: Wayne Reynolds TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link
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Mother Eārth .:. by @earthjournalbyawildrose
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touhoutunes · 2 months
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Title: Forgotten Paradise
Arrangement: GCHM
Vocals: みぃ & ランコ
Album: "Activity" Case:05 -Forgotten Paradise-
Circle: GET IN THE RING
Original: Satellite TORIFUNE, Trojan Asteroid Jungle, Ame-no-Torifune Shrine, The Barrier of Ame-No-Torifune Shrine
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oldschoolfrp · 1 year
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Arriving in lost Tamoachan with the original pregenerated tournament characters:  “There are three: Cair, a magic-user and thief by trade, with a price on his head; Myrrha, a banished cleric who seeks escape from her former colleagues; and Rhialle, a barbarian fighter, outcast of his people.”  (Erol Otus, from the back cover of AD&D module C1: The Hidden Shrine of Tamoachan, TSR, 1980)
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dndsettingsinfo · 6 months
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Ruined Temple Fey Portal [24×46] by Stained Karbon Maps + Czepeku
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rosieshipper · 5 months
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So here’s an idea for Rose
What if she was the embodiment of Mother Nature herself? What if she was more then just the violet beast, a former avenger?
What if she traveled to the heart of the earth and truly discovered herself as the protector of all natural life?
Hmm what if indeed
Tags: @astralshipper @arickaandherfictionalothers
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bunglepaws · 1 year
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I made/put up a Mewtwo shrine (a webgl world) on my site because now it's Mewtwo's birthday in my timezone. but I need to add waaay more to it, right now it's just this
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anthonyspage · 2 years
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🏞🌿🌸⛩🏯🦊
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arkiliastuff · 26 days
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Prologue - In a Concrete Jungle
Noah Sebastian x OFC (Aurey)
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(pictures edited by me. Originals url linked on the pictures.)
A/N : I thought about this one for a while and, even though I have a lot of other fanfics that are waiting to be finished/written, I wanted to share this one in particular with you :D It's been on my mind for months, the lore maturing in my head. It's going to be a LOT different from what I usually write but I'm trying things and despite the dark mood in this story I hope you'll enjoy it as well ! :D
Warnings/Tags : Strangers/Enemies to Lovers trope, violence, blood, post-apocalyptical universe, "no god, no religion" vibe (I don't mean any form of disrespect in any religion), mention of trauma, death, loss, drugs, mental and physical abuse, trust and abandonment issues. (Just in case MDNI please).
Disclaimer : I haven’t read the comic book “Concrete Jungle” written by Noah Sebastian and illustrated by many cover artists such as Nicola Izzo, Jeremy Wilson and many more, so I don’t know much about the lore and the universe. I just got inspired by the song and the few panels of the comic book that I saw about it. The rest is a pure work of my imagination and it’s not related to anything official. Nothing is canonically official. This is totally fanfiction. And so this is how I pictured the world in the song “Concrete Jungle”.
~The little bean taglist : @valiantroeagleangel @talialovesmiw -> ask me if you want to be tagged :D
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She walked there, in this desolate landscape, with a strong determination. Two girls who seemed to look like her friends were following her, looking behind them briefly. Probably afraid of someone or something that will come after them. After all, they went out without authorization. They went out in this no man’s land, caused by gangs and mafias. Many civilians had perished. The survivors were hiding underground, in the subway. The reason why they went outside was because one of them, a girl with glasses and blue eyes, forgot her necklace at the church where she always went to pray. So after complaining to her friends about her precious loss, the strong-willed brunette who was among them decided to go and get the necklace back. The two other friends eventually followed her even though they were feeling nervous about disobeying.
“If we hurry, we will be back in no time” She said, trying to reassure her anxious friends.
And so, just like the bold brown-haired girl said, they arrived at the place. The church had been bombed. The two girls felt sad about the destruction, but the leader didn't seem to be moved by it. Instead, she was more focused on her mission, looking for the necklace, while making sure nobody would come to arrest them. She was in hypervigilance, almost looking paranoid. She looked everywhere under the seats and chairs that were still there until she saw something shiny. She reached for it and then wiped the dust on it. It was a crux with a silver chain. 
“I found it, Faith.” She stated, calling for her friend.
The latter one walked towards her, analyzing what she found before realizing what it was.
“It's my necklace ! Thank you so much, Audy !” Faith replied happily, using the usual friendly nickname for her friend.
The latter one just nodded in silence, her focus back on her group and looking for their second friend.
“Where is Daisy ?”
The two of them looked around the ruined church before they saw the red-haired girl who was near some candles next to a shrine of prayer. She lit up a candle and prayed in silence for their sake. Faith joined Daisy, lighting up a candle as well while Audy was watching them, starting to get annoyed.
“Come on guys, we cannot stay here too long.”
“Just a few more minutes.” Daisy replied.
A few seconds later a breeze came through, extinguishing the timid flames on the two candles. From this moment, Faith and Daisy stood up and stopped praying, turning on their heels at the same time towards Audy.
“We’re done.” The first one said.
“The Lord has heard our prayers.” The second added.
“What ? Already ? But you just lit the candles a few minutes ago” Audy replied, confusion in her eyes.
“It is the way it is. It’s probably a good omen” Faith said.
“Wait.. Let me just light the candles again.” The brunette said sheepishly.
As she was going slowly to the shrine, about to light the candles with another one, both of her friends widened their eyes in shock, attempting to stop her.
“DON’T !” Daisy yelled.
“DON’T DO IT, AUDREY ! You’re disrespecting His words !”
The long browned-haired one stopped her movement in the air, the spark just above the candle’s wick reaching it slowly but surely. Then, she looked at Faith and Daisy, an angry and dead gaze in her dark eyes.
“Even if I lit up those candles again, do you think it would change a fucking thing for what happened to our city ? To our families ? To our friends ?” She replied, clenching her teeth together as she spat her words like venom, anger getting the best of her, before she continued.
“No, it wouldn’t. Don’t take that fucking breeze as a sign from your Lord, ‘cause you two know better that, if He wanted to help us, He would have done it already. We are responsible for our own downfall. For our own misery. And no Gods will ever help us. Only the demons that you’re afraid of will answer us because they're close to what we are.”
After that, she saw the shock on her friends' faces, trying to reach out to her and yelling at her that she was irreverent by saying those words. It was the shock before the sound of something falling as fast as lightning just dropped on the ruined church. And then everything exploded. Bricks of the building were thrown away at Daisy and Faith’s head, knocking them out immediately. Audrey got hit as well, feeling her blood flowing from her face before blurring her vision. The last thing she saw was her two friends on the ground, blood running from their heads. Then, it went completely white.
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Aurey woke up, sweating all over her body as she was panting, trying to gain some air. She put a hand on her forehead, trying to wipe the sweat away and checking it. There wasn’t any blood. She sighed in relief but not too long. She knew it couldn’t be just a dream.
“This wasn’t just a nightmare” She whispered to herself, knowing too well this situation.
She stood up, got her gear on her and packed her stuff together before leaving the spot where she slept. She knew she shouldn’t have slept there. 
It was a small cave of collapsed buildings parted together which were composed of cables, metal pieces of broken engines everywhere. 
It could crumble any minute. But she took the risk anyway, as she felt this one was more safe. She didn’t know how long she slept but she was aware it was late. Once she got out, she covered her nose as she smelled an heavy and toxic smoke. It was the smell of somewhat burned vehicles and trash cans not that far away. It was, probably, another threat from a gang who were arguing again in the city.
She put her customized respirator on, breathing again. Then, she started to climb up the ruins, reaching for a higher spot to get a better view. She climbed a few minutes after finding a window, which gave a great opening view from below. She took her binoculars out of her pocket and started to look around. 
Through it, Aurey saw a usual wildfire in the city, on her right. She could barely hear the sound of gunshots. A lot was happening and she hoped her teammates could handle it while she went patrolling on her own. Suddenly she saw something blinking, in the corner of her left lens. She turned a bit more to her left and saw a black car entering the Nameless City. She had never seen a car like this before. This was the first time that she had witnessed new people arriving. Who could they be ? And why were they coming into this hell hole ? She made a mental note to herself to keep an eye on this vehicle and the people who were in it.
Meanwhile, Noah was lost in his thoughts as they were passing through the barbed wire gate of the city. He was just getting bored of the trip, having no idea why they got a call to come here. His partners and best friends in the car told him it was a well-paid mission, but he wasn’t really convinced by it. They had to do some cleanup as they were told. And given the sight of the city it seemed this town needed it. What was left of the police authorities were just broken cars, with no more tire or windows. They probably run away from all the chaos, just to survive somewhere else. Just being out of this mess. Noah kept staring through the window, his chin in the palm of his tattooed hand, just looking at all the clutter those crumbled buildings had made.
“A real concrete jungle…” He muttered.
Then he heard a howl. He was taken by surprise, not expecting to hear such a sound in this kind of city. He listened again, opening his window just to hear it more clearly. Another howling. It wasn’t human. It sounded more like an animal.
“ What was that ? Did you guys heard that ?” He said, his eyes widened as he couldn’t believe his ears.
"Heard what ?" Folio asked, not really paying too much attention to their surroundings.
"A howl. It sounded like a coyote. Or was it a wolf ?" Noah continued, his ears attentive to any other sound.
But the howling animal had stop. He still had no idea what his friends and him were getting into but he promised himself to investigate this strange city.
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bloingy-land · 5 months
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dawg I just had to move all my shit to a brand new world because calamity loves me and decided to do its worldgen weird.
i am going to share this tale with you for the haha funnies. i am not complaining. in fact this made me so incredibly joyous and i thought it was HILARIOUS
ryder is currently pre-skeletron. so i decide that now is the time so i can go into the dungeon and get some nice and tasty weapon upgrades. with that as well comes the time for me to get some sea prisms. i think "huh, i've been neglecting going to the sunken sea. perhaps now is the time!" i say, having no idea of what would unfold for the the next hour
i find my prisms. i start exploring. i find some honey and realize "oh hey, i'm right next to the jungle." a jungle shrine is to the left under the sunken sea and i think "oh hey! nice!" so cool! my sunken sea's next to the underground jungle!
HOWEVER. and i mean HOWEVER. this. this is where it begins. the tomfuckery begins here
as i'm exploring the place, luiafk does me its nice little favor of bringing nearby items towards me. it is great for collecting blocks from dynamite holes while i'm busy actually mining. BUT.
i suddenly collect the Mother Fucking Lihzard Altar
as in The Thing you use to fight golem later in hardmode.
my brain COMBUSTS. it lights on fire immediately and alarm bells start ringing as a single, one (1) thought is imprinted in my mind:
what the fuck
so i go to the side, thinking, did my world come out weird?? did something merge??
and to no one's surprise
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BITCH.
basically my sunken sea collided with my jungle temple which yeah is bad on its own but i feel like where it went the most incredulously wrong is that the sunken sea ate THE ENTIRE BOSS ROOM FOR BREAKFAST.
i leave and reenter the world with victor to check out the temple because it's post scal and can handle it compared to ryder's small little prehardmode body
i think "huh. do i have some weird mod that puts the boss room at the top?" NOPE. no you do not. You wanna know what you do have?!?!
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a Significant lack of GOLEM'S ROOM
i immediately realize this means i cannot naturally fight golem. you see that fucking clam down there? that's my prime suspect for this CRIME. this THEFT. why would Amidias be enough for the clam. why eat that seahorse looking ass guy when it could just turn at my jungle temple and HHHERMRMPGHHHHGGHBNMN NNNABMANN ÑAM ÑAM ÑAM ÑAM yknow. Just *roblox mm cheeseburger sound effect*. for what reason? perhaps the funnies? perhaps it wasn't satisfied with its already plentiful meal? god knows? it despawned before i could ask it!
moral of the story worldgen does very funny things and i was laughing my ass off and thought perhaps this would be a little funny enough to talk about. i love modded terraria
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miamaimania · 22 days
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Inflatable Sanctuary: A Fuschia Shrine Amidst the Urban Jungle
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chaoxfix · 1 year
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Prompt knuckles learns sonic is more competent at living ina jungle than he first imagined
edited the crap out of this one today lol itll look different now
When Knuckles wakes up, he feels one degree away from being boiled alive. 
It’s an exaggeration, but only barely. The only reason he knows he’s not in a pot being boiled echidna stew is the amount of fluff around him. It can only mean that he’s being cuddled by something soft, with an awful lot of poofy fur. Ugh. Did feral animals find the Master Emerald shrine again? Just because he’s warm does not mean he’s free real estate-! 
Knuckles is about to get up and shoo the animals off when he finally blinks his eyes open and finds his vision full of yellow ears, the color only muted by the darkness around him. 
And realizes, suddenly, that he recognizes this kid. Kid as in kit, kit as in fox kit. What the hell is Tails doing out here, and why are they cuddling, and most importantly, how is Tails so heavy? 
Knuckles clumsily reaches up to shake the kid awake, but his hand gets snatched away before it can connect. 
That only makes him more confused – but less so, when tired green eyes blink down at him, half glowing in the dark.
Sonic holds tightly to Knuckles’s wrist, keeping him from shaking Tails awake. “Whoa, where's the fire, pal? No need to wake him. What's wrong?"
Knuckles wants to reply that it's hot enough to be a fire in here, but his tongue feels oddly heavy. He scrunches his face up; all he wants is to know where he is and what's going on.
Sonic gives him an odd look. "Chatty. Alright, Knucklehead. We’re sleeping in shifts, and it’s Tails’s turn to sleep, so don't wake him, 'kay?” he says, and Knuckles just stares. “Welcome back, by the way. You were knocked out so hard I thought you'd never wake up.” 
Knuckles squints at him. 
“Why’s it so hot?” Knuckles finally asks, and it comes out wrong from his mouth, clumsy and dry. 
Sonic frowns at him, brows angling oddly. He reaches for Knuckles’s head, where it feels strangely tender. “Well,” he says, saying nothing about Knuckles’s injury, “We’re cuddling for warmth, so I’d argue that’s a good thing.” 
“Says you. You’re on the top – meanwhile I’m echidna flambee.” 
“Hi, echidna flambee, I’m Sonic the Hedgehog,” Sonic says. Knuckles groans, even though it hurts his throat. “And FYI, it’s actually pretty chilly up here, you just got lucky to be so insulated with the ground.” 
Knuckles blinks slowly. “Insulated?”
“We made most of a burrow. It’s a little too airy for my tastes, but there’s three of us, so it had to be pretty big, and I couldn’t totally curl up, so-” 
Knuckles realizes that his head is actually killing him, now that Sonic’s talking. He decides once and for all that he actually hates his friend’s voice and every single pitch he reaches, even at this quiet, nighttime hush. Knuckles squeezes his eyes shut, but it doesn’t block out the sound. He suddenly misses when Sonic wasn't so chatty, back when they were kids.
“Uh,” Sonic says, oblivious. “You okay? Something hurt?” 
Knuckles grunts. Pretends his head doesn’t feel like it’s about to split open. “You two are lying on top of me, and Tails’s elbow is digging into my ribs. I wouldn’t call myself hurt, but you’re not exactly comfortable.” 
“Oh, good, I thought something was actually wrong-” 
“I want out from under here.”
Sonic huffs. “In a bit, okay? Tails is still asleep, and I’m on guard. We’ve got to stay warm, but I can try to add another air channel for you to get a bit more of a breeze-”
“Trust me, staying warm is not the issue here. Just switch with me if you’re so cold,” Knuckles snaps. “I can be on guard instead.” 
“Uh, no,” Sonic says. “No way.”
“No-?”
“No.” Sonic, grudgingly, takes on a more honest tone. “Listen, okay? You got hurt. You haven’t stayed awake and aware for long. And if you move much more, you’re going to wake Tails. I’m doing a good job protecting you guys right now, and I don’t need to sleep yet. So close your eyes, think cool, breezy thoughts, and go back to sleep. Unless something’s bleeding again, you’re just gonna have to deal.” 
Knuckles growls. But Sonic puts a finger over his mouth, then pulls it away and tsks.
“Come off it. Be mad at me, whatever, but do it quieter. It’s not Tails’s fault, so don't wake him up over this." When Knuckles looks unmoved, Sonic rolls his eyes. "Don’t tell me there’s never been a way-too-hot day in Angel Island that you didn’t just choose to sleep through in the shade,” Sonic says. “So just do that. The dangerous stuff will be gone soon, and then we can try to move again.” 
Knuckles narrows his eyes. Then, reluctantly asks, “...What dangerous stuff?”
“We’re in the jungle,” Sonic says. “All the nocturnal stuff out here wants a snack. So the best way we can stay safe is burrowing, and making sure the only airflow is coming from the top.” 
“...And what’s stopping them from finding us and digging us out-?”
“Spikes.” Sonic grins. “Why do you think I’m on top, knucklehead?” 
Knuckles clicks his tongue at the nickname. “Jerk.” 
“Bigger jerk,”  Sonic says. He grins down at Knuckles, meeting purple eyes in the dark. Both sets glow just a little in the limited reflected light, both originating from nocturnal species – though the shine on their eyes is nothing to Tails. Then, finally, Sonic relents. “...If you’re really that hot, you might just be thirsty. There’s some water in the bag by Tails’s hip.” 
Knuckles nods his head, just a little. Then, awkwardly roots around for it, finally finding a small satchel with some water bottles. 
“Might take some teamwork,” Sonic says. “You up for a challenge? I can help-” 
“Go to hell,” Knuckles says. But when he can’t quite get the cap off with one hand, Sonic holds it steady, and doesn’t even tease him that much – not until Knuckles needs help waterfalling it into his mouth. They manage to avoid Tails’s head, but not much else. 
“Save some for Tails,” Sonic says, when Knuckles doesn’t stop halfway. “We’ll find more fresh water as soon as dawn hits and we can get outta here, but he might get thirsty before that.” 
“And you?” 
“Can’t really drink from this angle,” Sonic says – the only one of them facing downward. He smiles like it’s no big thing. “Relax. I’ve gone wayyy longer without water. I won’t be thirsty for a long while.” 
Knuckles finds that hard to believe – but upon further review, not as hard as he thinks. Sonic very rarely has to drink much water, even after lengthy runs. Huh. The only exceptions are after exploring hot places for too long, but even then, Sonic only looks annoyed – not panting as bad as Tails does, or fanning himself like Amy. Sonic probably makes up for not carrying around water by always having some at meals, Knuckles thinks. 
(And never drinking dehydrants, like coffee – though that’s probably more that Sonic would vibrate out of this plane of existence if he had caffeine.)
“Take it easy on the wilderness-explorer stuff,” Knuckles finally says. “You’ve got nothing to prove. It’s not like you’re feral.” 
“What, a guy’s gotta be feral to know how to survive out in the elements?" He smirks. "What does that make you, up in your island?” 
Knuckles glowers. “An actual wilderness explorer expert. Unlike you.” 
“Unlike me?” 
“Yeah. You’re such a city boy,” Knuckles says. “A million billboards have your face on them down in Station Square.” 
“I don’t even have a house. And you think I’m a city boy?” There’s actual offense in his tone – surprised offense, like Knuckles has said something truly off-the-wall. “Good to know. What'd you think, I was just some kid who ran away from home to fight Eggman?” 
Knuckles, admittedly, had never thought about it much. 
“Yeah,” he says. “Sure. Why not. Why wouldn’t you be?” 
Sonic stares at him, expression totally blank. “So I’m just- some guy?” 
“Yeah?” Knuckles shrugs. “Duh. Of course you’re just some guy.” 
For some reason, that phrase seems to break Sonic. He blinks at Knuckles for a very long time – clearly surprised, and a little put off. Then, out of nowhere, he laughs. Then, he punches Knuckles’s shoulder. “Yeah, alright. You got me. I’m just some guy. Ran away from home and never looked back, that’s me.” 
Knuckles gets the feeling that this is somehow untrue. Sonic’s grin tells him enough.
But it also tells him that Sonic doesn’t mind him getting it wrong. 
Knuckles punches his arm right back. “Don’t think you’re special, city boy. The only one with a magical destiny is me. Anything you know about surviving in the wild-”
“Yup. Learned it in a book,” Sonic chirps. 
Knuckles huffs. “You read wilderness survival books?” Because the image of Sonic curled up somewhere with a book is… Not entirely unbelievable, Knuckles realizes. But not one he would’ve immediately associated with Sonic. Which he thinks – maybe that’s the point? 
“Audio books,” Sonic says, not allowing him to confirm that little mental picture. Instead of a stationary, still Sonic – one that no one has ever been able to reconcile with the real deal – it lets him paint a picture of Sonic racing through the world with a story keeping pace with him.  “You know. For when I’m running.” 
Whatever fiction Sonic is building – or not building, because maybe there are grains of truth here, since he’s certainly seen Sonic with headphones in while running – Knuckles decides to feed into it. To believe it until there’s a reason not to. 
Because if there is something bigger at play with Sonic’s history– 
Well. If Sonic wanted anyone to know, he’d have told them. And that’s enough for Knuckles to decide not to pry. 
For the same reason, Knuckles thinks, that Sonic isn’t prying about where Knuckles learned all his wilderness survival skills. Maybe for Sonic, the answer isn’t ‘parents who died when he was young, but still old enough to learn how to keep himself safe.’ But Knuckles doesn’t really need to know the answer. Doesn’t think Sonic wants to share something that might change how others look at him. 
“Like you listen to anything but rock,” Knuckles says. 
Sonic grins. “Sure, sure – but you haven’t lived until you’ve listened to the Chaotix try a podcast.” 
“...What’s a podcast?” 
“Oh, buddy. When we get outta this burrow, just you wait.” Sonic laughs again, then punches his shoulder. “You should go back to sleep though, dawn’s not for another few hours – and if I have to describe the last episode and how Vector tried to explain NFTs to Mighty and Ray, who’ve been off the grid for the last four years–” 
“NFTs?” 
Sonic chokes on a laugh. “–Like I was saying. If I had to explain it, I’d laugh too hard and wake Tails.” 
Tails, for his part, grumpily elbows Sonic in the stomach. 
“Heh. Whoops. Sorry, buddy,” Sonic says, and lightly rubs the little fox’s ears, right in that sweet spot all canines have. “Go back to sleep.” 
“Great, you’re putting him back to sleep,” Knuckles gripes, though not quietly enough to force Tails to wake. “Stop that. We were supposed to switch places if he woke up.”  
“Nope, I told you not to wake him and that I had things handled up here.”
"I never agreed to that. And after all that fuss, your laughter was what woke him anyway. If we switch places I'll be a much more responsible guard, if you're so worried about him sleeping.” 
“Nah, he's fine,” Sonic says, and there’s an unabashedly fond look on his face as he continues putting the little fox back to sleep. “Now seriously, close your eyes and take a nap. We’re fine here, it’s just another few hours til dawn.” 
Knuckles grumbles under his breath. But his head still hurts, and it’s hot, but not so unpleasantly hot now that he’s had some cool water – and fine, he’ll admit it. It feels strangely safe to sleep here, underground, with a friend watching over him. He wonders if the Master Emerald feels this safe when he watches over it. 
Wonders for a second how common this was for Sonic and Tails on their adventures. Wonders, just for a moment, if the little fox might have more insight on where Sonic came from, if he’s not a city boy. 
Then he falls asleep, and doesn’t bother with that line of thinking when he wakes up. 
His friends are his friends – what matters more than refilling their water in the morning and finishing their adventure? What matters more than trashing Eggman’s base and high-fiving at the end? 
(Knuckles thinks he might be hanging around Sonic too much with that last one, but he minds a surprisingly little amount.)
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It’s been almost two years since Kotone spoke with Shinjiro that night, together at the Naganaki Shrine.
Yet she still remembers it vividly.
“Shinjiro-senpai... Why do you fight?”
He looked over at her in surprise, eyebrows raised and disappeared under the brim of his beanie.
Kotone swung her feet, looking down at the ground. They were perched on top of the jungle gym, the moon high in the sky.
When Shinjiro didn’t respond, Kotone continued. “I’ve been thinking. A while ago, you asked me why I fight. I didn’t have an answer then, but... I think I do now.”
“And why do you?” Shinjiro asked, voice soft and curious.
“I fight for my brother. He deserves happiness, and if it takes fighting Shadows for that to happen, then I’ll do it. We’ve been through so much together... I can’t let him down.”
Shinjiro didn’t reply for a moment or two. But when he did, his voice trembled slightly. “I fight to right a wrong. I ran from my mistake... And I plan to fix it.”
Kotone hadn’t known what he meant then. So she had simply smiled, placed her hand on his. “I believe in you. It takes strength to admit when you’re wrong.”
Now here they were, fighting together once again, yet Shinjiro seemed.... Different.
He was taller, no longer wearing that heavy peacoat. The beanie stayed, but his hair seemed healthier, less dull. His skin was no longer ashen, and his trademark scowl had now been reserved especially for Shadows.
He seemed to have a new reason for fighting, too.
After an oddly gruelling fight near the entrance, Kotone walked over to her senpai.
“You’ve changed since I last saw you, Shinjiro-senpai,” she said, and Shinjiro laughed quietly.
“You don’t have to use honorifics anymore, Kotone,” he said, leaning against the wall and closing his eyes.
“Remember when I asked you why you fight? Something tells me that’s changed,” Kotone said softly, leaning against her naginata.
“Yeah. It has. Has yours changed any?”
Shinjiro opened an eye to look at her, and she nodded.
“I fight for everyone now. Not just my brother,” Kotone replied, standing up straighter. “I will bring justice to those that died. They deserve at least that much.”
Shinjiro laughed quietly, eyes fully open now. “Justice, huh? Thought you were the Fool or whatever.”
Kotone gasped. “You do remember what I told you about everyone’s Arcanas!”
Shinjiro shrugged nonchalantly, then fell silent for a moment.
“...I fight for my family. For Aki n’ the boys... All of you, too. As much as you all drove me crazy when we lived in the dorms... I can’t let anything bad happen to ya.”
Kotone smiled, reaching forward and gently holding Shinjiro’s hand. “I fight for you, too.”
Shinjiro pulled her into a hug, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. A gesture entirely Shinjiro’s. Forehead touches were Akihiko’s thing, but head kisses were all Shinjiro’s.
When she stepped away, Shinjiro grabbed his axe, held it comfortably in his hand.
Yeah, Kotone thought. Shinjiro had changed.
But a funny feeling told her it was for the better.
shinjiro growing up... its so theraputic to see shinji grown up instead of him dying. i would have killed to see him in p4au or something. taking actual care of himself, actually happy... i love that kotone and shinji have changed so much over the years. shinji used to fight because of his guilt, and now he fights to protect his friends and family. he cares about people now. not that he didn't before, he just values them so much more now and i love that for him
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phoenixcatch7 · 5 months
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A comprehensive and detailed timeline about the ancient past of totk
Okay I was going to append this to someone else's theory post but it got out of hand size wise and that's a tad rude so I'm making my own.
(Part 1) (long post)
Totk ancient history, let's go!
So! What do we know about the botw timeline, first?
Ancient sheikah! They've existed since the beginning of hyrule, but these lot were scifi. They supposedly took inspiration partly from the zonai before they (the zonai) died out. They built all the tech to fight calamity ganon. (and presumably improve their quality of life, but we don't see much of that)
Calamity ganon. First appearance 10k years ago. Second appearance in botw (technically 100 years ago? Not important, he didn't leave and come back). Zelda (or rhoam or impa) say it gave up its mortal from to be a giant goo pig. Both attacks were foreseen by sheikah seers.
Rito and zora existing together! This is very important! Rito originally evolved from zora in wind waker, so they've never existed together.
Them existing together, along with basically everything else about botw lol, proves we're working with a merged timeline. Gang's all here!
A divine beast (probably) took that chunk out of hebra peak. Lol. Lmao, even. Most likely to be ruta or medoh.
The duelling peaks are split in their artwork (the observatory and sword trial chamber). Rumour (npc gossip) has it a dragon flew through and split them in two.
The sheikah knew about the master sword. Somehow installed... Whatever the sword trials are. Also the master cycle, which, heck yeah, wish totk had that, hand built stuff isn't a fraction as good or cheap.
The sheikah built the shrine of resurrection. Even in botw, it's said it was built over a spring of healing water.
Now, let's briefly cover what we learned in totk.
The zonai! Of course! We learn a lot from the tear flashbacks. They descended from the sky to earth to 'found hyrule' (lmao) with their secret stones that boost powers. Already a dying race at that point. Rauru and mineru are the only ones we ever see. They're guarded and served solely by hylians.
Sonia, a priestess (of at least the triforce if not hylia), blood of hylia. She was one of the people first greeting the zonai, which tells us they descended in that generation.
The rito and zora are already there! The timelines are already merged! We see the ghost of what the sheikah took inspo from with the zonai animal masks.
A gerudo sage! Despite the gerudo still being led by ganondorf... That must have been fun. Likely the ruler of the gerudo after ganon is defeated, which must have been a Trial and a Half in THAT political landscape.
The duelling peaks are... intact. This lends a lot of credence to the dragon theory!
There are no floating islands in zeldas time. This implies either the cloud barrier is intact and zonai still lived up there for a while, or the whole zonai race went to earth and brought their islands with them.
The great plateau walls are already there. Hylian design.
The hero's aspect. A half hylian, half zonai hero. This confirms that the hero can be reborn into bodies that aren't purely hylian (or, well.... We'll get back to that). It also could not be more clear that it's the hero from the calamity tapestry! Even has a pointy face where zelda has flat. Booty shorts/skirt. The red hair is important.
Ganon has been reborn, zelda arrived via time travel, but there's no hero? Rather, the only one to defeat him named link is our totk boy 10k years later.
The zonai temple of time is on the plateau. Where the landmass under it comes from I DO not know.
The zonai temple of time is currently not really very close to the plateau. This implies islands can drift. This isn't relevant but is cool.
We get no explanation for the zonai ruins in the jungle. Which is a crying shame. Rauru never ever goes to the jungle. The best we get is the dragons head quest. Or the labyrinths! Well... I'll get back to that as well.
The depths, the zonai mines, zonaite. Despite being from the clouds, the zonai get their powerful metal, the one named after them, the stuff they make everything out of, from the deepest, darkest depths of hyrule (literally lol). The only other place zonaite can be found is some caves in the sky.
The distinctive swirl of zonai magic above shrines perfectly matches rauru's final spell. The shrines were constructed by/for rauru and Sonia, said to help 'seal the darkness and prevent it encroaching on hyrule'. Underneath each one is an inactive light root, which, when activated, becomes surrounded by the only hylian flora in the depths. Hilariously, you can pick up the actual shrines in pebble form and cart them around.
Unfortunately, one can only install a single read more, so I'm going to make it a new post.
Topics I intend to cover:
How the timelines fused and the state of it currently
Possible origins of the zonai and how long they stuck around
The ancient hero and what it means for the timeline
The relation between the sheikah, the zonai, and the hylian king
The state of hyrule 10k years ago, politically
The original sages being the blood ancestors of every new sage, but using the champion voice actors. Also population statistics
Ganondorf v calamity ganon v phantom ganon v the blights v the depths (there's a lot of ganon)!
What this means for age of calamity...
My best attempt at covering everything from the fusion of the timelines to the events that start breath of the wild, sticking as close to canon and as far from headcanon as possible.
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Do you think that Terry has kept anything from his military days? A uniform, weapon, any kind of trinket? Or would he want to get rid of it all? Does it change over time across the KK3/CK Terry eras?
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Think he kept it all.
I mean, look at this guy. Really look at him.☝️
Does this seem like a guy who wouldn't? C'mon, now.
Uniform, the weapon he used in his service, whatever medals he won, if he won any; the very combat boots he wore, if at all possible. Photographs, trinkets, dogtags, newspaper clippings, souvenirs, memories of exclusively sentimental value. He preserved it all. Because, contrary to popular belief, I don't think Terry Silver ever felt ashamed of his military service, in fact, in the 80's, man seems downright proud of it, saluting in public and he doing it with all the gusto in the whole wide world: man's as patriotic as they come (possibly to worrying and maybe even toxic degrees, because I doubt there's anything Terry can do mildly). I simply think that in his older age he was wise enough to know not everyone would react favorably to him saying he served, least of all, in Vietnam of all places, one of the more controversial wars the US ever fought to date. No pats on the back would be given for that and Terry is clever enough to be able to read the figurative room and the sensibilities of the era, as he goes ahead and adapts to them, flying under the radar, keeping the nitty-gritty aspects of himself neatly tucked away because I feel he understands only a fool goes around being wholly transparent. He is a shrewd businessman, after all. He knows what to reveal and what not to reveal, or at least, what not to highlight and what not to. It was a subject so personal and hidden in plain sight one almost gets the impression it's publicly known he served, but outside of John Kreese and ironically, while manipulating Mr. Miyagi, another veteran, it is never really mentioned, discussed, brought up or talked of by Terry to anyone else in too many details because he possibly didn't want the most important, formative, meaningful and traumatizing years of his life even talked of by unworthy mouths who wouldn't understand what the heck he's talking about and it's inherent gravitas, and if they did, doubt he could guarantee containing himself.
After all, who would?
Would anyone talk about such a meaningful event casually?
Can it be talked about casually?
Like, do we really think Terry Silver would be here talking about his years in the war in front of, oh, I don't know, Emile and Cheyenne over brunch at a garden party, for example? His time as POW and everything that went down out there in the jungle? Lets be real for a moment. Of course Terry would be deliberately vague and brush it off like 'there's not much to say' because these aren't the type of people you can talk about anything more serious and impactful than the next round of Mimosas. Know your audience. Know the audience's limits. Naturally, whatever keepsakes he brought back from the war were and remained hidden too --- his and exclusively for him. All throughout the many decades. His own personal museum.
But, I do believe he's brought back a ton of things; and not just his own.
I'm prone to imagine Terry Silver owns a whole shrine, in fact.
If it was at all conceivable for him to retrieve anything of Ponytail's, trust and believe he's in possession of that too, because if he could take the man's hair and the man's mannerisms, usurping them like a virtual facestealer, he could collect his posthumous belongings as well --- uniform, personal items, letters from home, journals, records, magazines and whatever else his friend had with him seeing as how he fashioned himself into his friend's mirror image, a walking doppelganger, a walking, talking grave, so why not have his things too? His stuff? It's only right he should have them. Be their keeper, guardian and owner. Halfway usurping him and his very personhood, halfway paying homage to him.
Stolen valor galore.
A stolen life too.
What if he owns something of Captain Turner's too? Now, there's a freaky thought.
Or enemy personnel he's encountered and terminated out on the field or in combat, because, regardless how boyish, skinny and doe eyed he was while he was Twig, I have no doubt in mind he killed, at least someone. Is it even possible to survive the Vietnam war as a soldier without taking lives? Don't doubt he collected trophies too. Someone's molar, for all we know, because the rabbit hole, oh, it can go very deep and it can go very dark indeed. I like to think that's exactly why Terry was giving such a gleeful, near enviously hateful glare when faced with Mr. Miyagi's medal, almost as if he was thinking 'Why not me?' right before he pocketed that too and added it to his excessive collection of army memorabilia.
Perhaps, indulging in some hero worship and giving it to John instead.
Feeling John deserves it more. That John deserves all the accolades in the world.
Regardless, I am convinced Terry Silver owns a virtual treasure trove of army stuff and has for decades --- both his own and those pertaining to other people, because it simply makes sense for his character to be in possession of such a thing. This is a hill I'll die on; this is a stash so private and concealed it might as well not exist, shrouded like the ultimate vulnerability, perhaps even from himself at times. For all anyone could be concerned, he did dispose of everything a long time ago, but I don't think he's a man who ever disposes of anything meaningful to him in any way --- a man who can't let go of grudges, creeds, rivalries, promises, oaths and friendships for half a century isn't likely to let go of a uniform he fought in either.
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dndsettingsinfo · 6 months
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Metzloc Temple [45×60] by Kos Maps
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