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d3m0nicdream · 6 months

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Prom Night: Colby Brock (Part 1)

**Colby Brock Prom AU Poll Winner**

Colby Brock x fem!reader - a budding story about two people believed to be very unavailable to anyone, until they set their sights on eachother.

Part 2 is now up:

Part 2

tags: Slowish-burn, multi-parts, POVs will change in each part, I'll put tags on each part as they get posted. (there will be smut in later parts)

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There is a difference between being well known and being popular. Y/N was both but Colby Brock was well known.

Y/N was a popular girl in high school. She wasn’t mean to people, she talked to pretty much everyone and she had pretty good grades all in all. Everyone knew her and everyone liked her. Especially the boys, but she would never accept anyone's proposal for dates or hang outs. It frustrated the majority of the male population but they weren't mad per say. They saw it as more of a competition against each other. If you could bag Y/N for just a hangout session, you would be a legend. So of course, Y/N had a lot of the male attention.

Colby Brock. He was a funny guy, he was also known throughout the school. He was nice to everyone, talked to everybody like they were friends, no matter who you were. His stunning dark hair and blue eye combo had all the girls fiendish over him and he would hear them out but politely decline.

While sitting and watching the football players practice, an event she was invited to by the entire football team. Y/N and her best friend Kat sit on the bleachers and witness the calamity that is their football team. Truthfully she felt more like a distraction than anything so with that she yells to the team.

“Hey, I going to head to study hall guys, good luck!” She waves and they all wave back, telling her to drop by again sometime which would not be happening unbeknownst to them. Her and Kat walk down the track but her eyes wander to the marching band, setting up for a football game performance.

"Hey Kat? Is that Colby Brock?" She points to the dark haired boy setting up his clarinet, him oblivious to her presence.

"Yeah, he's a band nerd haha. What a loser." Kat scoffs and rolls her eyes.

"What's wrong with being in the marching band?" Y/N quizzes as she stares at the group and their instruments, she had always wanted to learn how to play an instrument but never had time for it.

"Uh. Only nerds are in band, Y/N. Come on. Haven't you seen like any high school movie ever? Why are we staring at them. We need to go to study hall." She glares at the group and then walks away. Y/N jogs to catch up. She doesn't go unnoticed because there were two boys watching her, one being Colby Brock.

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"I don't know dude. it definitely looked like she was staring at you. Could you imagine?" Sam pipes up smacking Colby in the arm.

"My best friend bagging the legendary Y/N. That would be crazy!" Sam beams.

"Yeah, hence I'm not doing it." Colby goes back to packing up his instrument. He thought it was so ridiculous. Sure she was pretty but every dude was fawning over her. He would probably be murdered by someone to get to her, he believed people were that crazy.

"Hey, you think her friend Kat would go out with me?"

"Doubt it. She seems bitchy. I don't get how they are friends." Colby heads to his dreaded 4th period class where he's forced to watch people make fools of themselves for Y/N. It was quite painful to witness if he was being honest. As he's walking, he overhears what sounds like a threat by someone to his left. He sees Y/N being pressed up against a wall by some football douche with no escape.

"Sam, follow me." Colby walks up behind the guy, grabbing his shoulder.

"Damn, out here trying to bag Y/N?" Colby smirks.

"I wouldn't hold my breath buddy." Colby whispers in the kids ear while patting his back.

"Back the fuck off. She was just about to tell me she was going to see later. Right, Doll?" He smirks at Y/N like shes a meal and it doesn't sit well with Colby at all. He looks at Sam and he nods over to her. Sam understands him without a word being spoken. Colby grabs the dudes shoulders and yanks him around, pushing him out into the hall where he stumbles and falls to the ground. Colby towering over him while Sam slides by and grabs Y/N to move her out of the way.

"You better get going, class starts soon and you probably shouldn't miss it." Colby winks.

"This is not how you play the game, Colby."

"Oh buddy, I'm not even playing." He waves the guy off. He gets up and mumbles a 'fuck you' to Colby before heading down the hall. He turns and heads to Sam.

"Hey, uh. Thanks for that. Usually I can handle them but he was... persistent." Y/N speaks up immediately as Colby walks up. He waves at her.

"It's all good. We need to get to class though." All three walk to their class together and make it just before the bell. The rest of class, the room is buzzing about them all showing up together.

After class, Colby and Sam leave to meet up with Jake and Corey but they end up finding them first.

"Dude. You seriously got into a fight with Brent Snider? That's ballsy." Corey grabs Colby by the shoulders, playfully shaking him. Colby smiles at his friends actions.

"It wasn't that big of a deal. I was just helping someone."

"That someone being Y/N!" Jake flashes his screen at Corey and the boys. Corey's jaw drops.

"Dude. What the fuck. I thought you weren't in the game?" Corey stares at him wide eyed.

"I'm NOT. Look, he had her pinned to a wall, what was I supposed to do? Leave her there?" Colby rolls his eyes.

"I'm going home. I'll see you guys later." Colby pushes through everyone and they look at each other.

"COLBY! WAIT FOR US, DUDE!" Jake yells and runs after him, the others in tow. On the other side of the school, another conversation was being had between Y/N and Kat.

"Seriously! If Colby wasn't there, Brent would have done something to me, dude." Y/N shudders as she goes on about what happened to her to Kat. That was one thing she was afraid of when it came to the guys and this 'game' as they call it. She almost wishes she had someone like Colby around to ward them off. They walk towards the parking lot to their cars.

"Well, I'm glad you are safe. that sounds really scary. Hey.. Was Sam there with him?" Kat asks nonchalantly, avoiding eye contact with her friend who is clearly staring daggers into her.

"Sam Golbach? Yeah, he pulled me out of the corner while Colby was doing his thing. Why?" Y/N could read Kat like a book.

"Oh, uh. no reason. Let's go."

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:)))) thanks for the love <3

Part 2

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blueskittlesart · 9 months

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i've been occasionally watching critiques of totk just to hear differing opinions and a lot of them feel really nitpicky but the one that stuck out to me the most was the guy who wholeheartedly believed that the stories in these games could be improved by. removing link as the main protagonist. it should be pretty obvious that this take sucks ass but i wanted to see if you'd share your thoughts since you're good at putting your thoughts into words with this kind of stuff ^_^

ok this one is. strange to me. I'm not sure i'm equipped to critique it without getting the full argument from its source, because i assume that if the argument is that link SHOULDN'T be the protagonist, then they're arguing someone else SHOULD be instead, and not knowing who that is makes this a little harder to dissect. for the sake of this post i'm going to assume we're arguing for protag zelda, because she's the character who is the vessel for most of the story in botw/totk so i think she's the only character that makes sense. I'm also curious if they're advocating for removing link as a character from the story entirely or if they're just advocating for a change in framing from one character to another.

in any case, If i'm right about the above assumptions this seems to be another case of someone missing the central themes of the games. Because I concede that, at a glance, link kind of doesn't have that much presence in the story of either game. both games very heavily focus on zelda, with botw's primary story being about her struggle pre-calamity with her agency and her powers, and totk's primary story being about her journey in the past with sonia and rauru. arguably, the protagonist of these games in the traditional sense, i.e. the character who primarily experiences the highs and lows of the story and goes through an arc of growth, is ZELDA. link is, for all intents and purposes, the framing device through which we as players are witnessing ZELDA's story.

(full disclosure this turns into an essay on the way link is used as a character and a plot device bc i have no self control lol)

so why is link necessary, then? what is the point of the player experiencing the plot through a framing character like him instead of through zelda herself, the active protagonist? I think there are several layers to what makes link's presence in these games both necessary and irreplaceable.

the first and one of the most important reasons to have link in the active role is interactivity. I'm incredibly interested in video games as a modern art form and storytelling method, and imo the thing that sets video games apart from other methods of storytelling is their interactivity. In order to tell a story, an rpg drops the player into the middle of it. the player is an active participant in the story as it unfolds, and the player gets to experience and potentially alter the events in real time. from a consumer standpoint this may seem obvious and uncomplicated to execute--just take a prewritten story and put the player in control of one of the characters, right? but from a writing standpoint, it becomes really complicated really fast.

most stories are written linearly in a sort of cause-and-effect model, meaning events and actions will build on each other throughout the progression of the story. e.g: a monster attacks a village > because of the monster attack the villagers lose their homes > because they are now homeless, one of the villagers decides to slay the monster to take their village back > the villager slays the monster and the village is saved. each event builds upon the one before it, and if any of the events in the sequence were altered, the events after it would also be altered as well. if the villager decided to leave the village instead of fighting the monster, the event after that one would be altered and the village wouldn't be saved. What this means for interactive storytelling is that, if you want to have a single set course of events and ending (the standard model for zelda games) you can't allow the player to alter any events in that sequence. whatever character you give the player control of has to be able to experience the story WITHOUT substantially altering it. this becomes a dilemma because you as a writer need to toe the line between giving the player too much choice and altering the story/creating plot holes and giving the player too little choice and limiting the interactivity of your story. this is where the silent protagonist comes in handy.

the silent protagonist is a term for a player character which takes no action outside of what the player specifically orders them to. Link is one of the more famous silent protagonists, but other well-known ones include frisk from undertale and joker from persona 5 (worth noting that SPs don't have to be PHYSICALLY silent to be SPs, they just can't take any story-altering action without player input. joker actually has voice lines & is still considered an SP!) the silent protagonist is a popular model for RPG player characters because it basically solves the interactivity dilemma. A character with no personality is incredibly easy for players to project themselves onto, making them FEEL very in-control and immersed in the story even if they're not REALLY making any story-altering decisions. As long as your protagonist never breaks from player control and makes decisions on their own, the player feels like they ARE that character and will be much more susceptible to being thrown around by the story. A character with no personality or backstory is also conveniently lacking in outside motivations, meaning they're unlikely to need to substantially alter the story in any way that they aren't directly prompted to. for example, if we go back to that monster & villager story, if we turn our heroic villager into a silent protagonist, it puts a layer of distance between the hero and the villagers. the hero CAN choose to save the village, but they likely WON'T if the game doesn't prompt them to. this opens up several possibilities to us as writers--we can prompt the player to save the village, if that's the way we want the story to end, but we could ALSO prompt the player to side with the monster, or to ignore the village altogether, depending on what the story requires. when the hero has a backstory connecting them to the village, it's difficult to rationalize any response other than them attacking the monster, but removing that backstory gives us as writers more control AND keeps the player more engaged with the story at the same time.

so why does this matter for link? as previously mentioned, link is arguably the most famous silent protagonist of all time. this is something that's VERY important to the developers of these games--throughout the entire franchise, you will NEVER hear link say a word, and you'll also never see him take any action without the express confirmation of the player. link isn't a character through which the player is experiencing the story, link IS the player. thus, link is silent and takes no action outside of the player's control. relative to the story of botw/totk, link feels like he lacks presence in the story because HIS story takes somewhat of a backseat to zelda's. link's story in botw/totk is a relatively straightforward one--he wakes up, regains his memories, and saves the princess. that's his arc, and that's the arc that we as players are physically experiencing through him, but it's NOT the primary story arc of the games. the primary arc is ZELDA'S. at a glance, then, it almost would make more sense to make zelda the playable protagonist of the games. why are we required to witness her story as an outside observer in a medium which allows players to experience a story firsthand? why not drop us into HER body instead of link's?

because zelda isn't a silent protagonist.

Nearly all of zelda's story in both botw and totk is driven by her backstory and her internal struggle. she makes the decisions that she makes in botw because of her history having her agency denied by her father and being scorned by the goddess, and because of her passion for ancient technology and science. the plot of totk is similarly driven by choices she makes based on her emotions--most notably, her choice to become a dragon requires her to have complete faith in link and the courage to take a step that means losing herself. Because of the way these choices rely on zelda's internal emotional state and the context and backstory of her character, a player dropped into her body can't be expected to make them. We actually saw it a lot with criticisms of the way she acted in botw--people claiming that if THEY were in her shoes they wouldn't have been so emotional, they would have been nicer to link, etc. And it's true that a player who hasn't experienced the things that zelda as a character has gone through may have been able to have more rational or logical reactions to the situation she was in, but it's crucial to the plot that zelda COULDN'T set aside her emotions or the way that her past colored her perception of events. zelda is essentially the anti-silent-protagonist. she is the VOCAL protagonist, whose backstory and voice and autonomous choices are so crucial to the plot that removing them becomes nearly impossible. in order to tell her story in an interactive medium, she requires another character who CAN be controlled and whose decisions can be altered somewhat without derailing the plot entirely, hence why link becomes the vessel through which we see her story.

no less important a point is the fact that link is thematically important to these games as well. As previously mentioned, zelda's story serves as the primary narrative to both games. Link's story is still present, however, and it serves to reinforce and expand upon the themes present in zelda's.

in botw, zelda's story centers around her lack of agency. she is expected to inherit her familial power from the goddess hylia, a power which is required to stop the calamity. she spends her entire life training for this purpose despite the fact that she resents the pressure and wants no part in the war against the calamity, and when her powers don't manifest she is treated like a failure for it. she ends up believing she is worth nothing if she can't contribute by awakening her power and develops a harsh internal conflict between her desire to be accepted and needed and her desire to break free from the oppressive role she's been forced into. Initially, both she and the player believe link to be the polar opposite to her--the golden child to her black sheep. he's her age, but he's already mastered HIS power and is more than ready to take on any challenge, including the calamity. he's constantly receiving praise, he's well-known and well-liked, he's everything zelda isn't. however, as the story progresses, it's revealed to both the player and zelda that link is actually essentially in the exact same situation as zelda. He finds the role he is playing just as oppressive as zelda finds hers, despite being able to play it so well, to the point where he goes mute due to the pressure to perform. he functions in this story as a foil to zelda, the character who she plays off of. In learning about him we learn about zelda, and vice versa, and both characters undergo growth when they work off each other. much of botw's theming centers around growth, healing, and change, and link serves as a vessel to propel zelda's change by giving both her and the player a different view of their situation. He is confirmation that even if she DID perform correctly, zelda STILL wouldn't find the happiness and validation she's seeking, which in turn forces her to stop seeking validation from her father and hylia.

this same utlization of link is present in totk, though in a slightly different way. in some ways, totk link is more of his own character than a foil to zelda a la botw. Totk has two main central themes: the first being that hope is not lost due to one mistake, and the second being teamwork and community as an essential tool for survival and happiness. rather than playing off each other in totk, since link and zelda spend so much of the story so far removed from each other, they both play off these themes in their own ways, with both of their narratives coming together to reinforce the theming. zelda finds friends and community in the sages in the past, and her trust in her friends and community in the future is what allows her to send the master sword through time via draconification. In the future, link repairs communities that have been fractured by ganondorf and forges bonds with his own sages that will become his greatest assets in the final battle. Zelda works tirelessly to prevent the first rise of ganondorf, and even when she fails, link is there in the future to fix it. zelda loses her humanity in order to bring the master sword to link, but link manages to bring her back in the end. link loses his arm when he fails to save zelda under the castle, but when he DOES save her in the end, he gets his arm back, too. each of their stories play off each other and reinforce each other thematically.

I'm ngl this did get away from me the second i started talking about silent protagonists as a narrative device (i am crazy <3) but anyway. I do sincerely think that link is an irreplaceable part of these stories and I also don't think it's feasible to tell the story from any other angle. I think using him as both a framing character and as a narrative foil to the active protagonist was a really smart way to tell zelda's story while still keeping the player active within it. tldr link is the specialest amazingest most important boy in the world if you don't cheer and clap for him i'll fucking blow this whole building up

#asks #zelda analysis #this one is. long. lol #totk spoilers #<< under cut but still

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savage-rhi · 1 year

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Your latest ask about Prom and Gladio reminded me of a prompt I wanted to throw at you!

I’d love to see a written take on Noctis going through Pitioss. The player got to experience all the bullshit with a few lines from Noct, but I want to see what he was REALLY feeling while doing that dungeon. You can decide if he wins or says fuck it and gives up 😂😂

@seradyn OH LORD HAVE MERCY 😂😂😂 this was the ONE mission in the game I never completed. I spent 2 days at it and rage quit. NEVER AGAIN. Anyway, Noctis questioning his life choices coming right up!

The black hood shook in Noctis's grasp while he trembled. Even through the commotion of cheers and concern from his friends, Noctis didn't register a sound. A faint buzzing was all he could latch onto, followed by how the sun both felt welcoming and like an enemy at once.

Three days. He had spent Three days in what could only be described as the perfect hell. An endless menagerie of puzzles and traps at every corner and sight. Noctis lost count how many times a giant sphere almost ran him over. How on the second night he cried himself to sleep, wondering what sort of closure his friends would get if they could never find his corpse. How Eos would be doomed to calamity because he decided to screw off and perform a dangerous feat; all for some damned piece of cloth.

Noctis didn't know what he was expecting when he got to the end of the dungeon. There was no hidden knowledge acquired, no interesting artifacts, no treasure; just a rag of a hood and a window leading right back to where he started. The lackluster experience further added to his irritability while he clutched the hood and felt a strong temptation to rip it in half. He almost died for this thing, and the thought pissed Noctis off to no end.

"What did you see down there?" Ignis couldn't help but ask with excitement. His growing fascination with Ancient Solheim showed through his tone.

"What Ignis said!" Prompto chimed.

"By the ass of the Astrals, you look pale! Holy crap...you good, Noct?" Gladio raised a brow.

Noctis went neutral, his gaze poised on the Regalia straight ahead. He marched over to the car without a second thought, ignoring the confused glances his friends gave.

As soon as Noctis opened the door and slammed it behind him, be broke down. Crying hard into the black hood while the boys watched on from afar.

"Whatever he witnessed, it must've overwhelmed him with awe." Ignis murmured.

"I uh, don't think it's quite that..." Prompto chuckled nervously. "Um, should we go and check up on him?"

"No," Gladio shook his head and made a face. "That right there, is a man who has been broken down to where he's having an existential crisis. Let's give him some space."

"Considering the end game for Noct, that's messed up..." Prompto winced.

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chiakery · 2 years

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Some thoughts on Exandria Unlimited: Calamity, Part 1. Spoilers under the thingy!

- Brennan really isn't fucking around. But the exchange between gods was so curious to me: "if you look down and see the stars, what will you see if you look up?" The "Who did we betray"? I'm sorry, are you implying that the Betrayers aren't completely evil and we should rethink the fundamental believes we hold about this world??

- I already have one grieving husband who rules my heart, I won't survive having two of them, mister Carazo sir

- the sheer audacity of Sam naming his character, a changeling Seelie. I'm glad to see Sam playing bard again but the warlock part is throwing me off. Warlock of whom?? And why did Brennan alluded two or three times to Sam's character not being entirely mortal? What the fuck is up with that? And is it just me, or did his accent change multiple times during the episode?

- I watched it expecting Aabria's character to be some shade of evil and I stand by it even though Laerryn is so precious and I wish her nothing but long and prosperous life. (But what's up with that secret something you need a piece of heavenly gold for, love?)

- also, once again: I love Aabria and Sam so much for giving us an ex-married characters. I've seen people wish for this sort of dynamic pre C3 but with all the hubris and apocalypse hanging in the air? It's even sweeter and more tragic.

- Zerxus, just know I'd die for you. Also, your gryphon is amazing and I wish (despite logic telling me otherwise) that you'll see your son again. Also, did I get it right that he's filling the spot of the First Knight, the title that his husband used to have? Cause that'll be a fucking low blow.

- Purvon being an emo teenager amongst the political-savy adults is something I didn't know I needed.

- Marisha is amazing and intelligent and I can't wait to see the chaos she creates with Patia.

- regarding Marisha's bit on the Instagram about Laudna: I feel now like she was referring not to the Undead itself but the Necromancy used to bring Laudna back. With the Frankenstein monster/zombie whatever it was, I feel like the Necromancer person (can't remember their name, Hola? Holo?) will be somehow associated with the BBEG of this campaign and we're about to witness the shift from Necromancy being a normal type of magic to an illegal art.

- Nydas has such a Gilmore vibe but with more prominent business side (since we're watching him with important people instead of from the perspective of the adventuring party) and I'm all for it. Lou is incredible and I get it why everyone was prising his so much. Also, dragon sorcerer?? What is up with that?

- Travis bird detective? He'll yeah, let's put the CSI opening music! And it looks like he grew to like playing rogues (fun thing to watch after his playfully strained relationship with rogues of VM and MN). He's just so cool in embracing the mechanics of moving and body language of the bird person. And I want to meet his family so bad??

- Overall, an amazing start, can't wait for more! All the name drops of characters mentioned in prev campaigns were so rewarding and the new lore is Intriguing.

#critical role #exandria unlimited #exu calamity #exu: calamity ep1

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grigori77 · 2 years

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Critical Role Campaign 3 Episode 36

Malibu Barbie? Interesting thing to call Matt ... MANCHESTER UNITED?!!! Hmmm ... oh no ... please no more singing ... fuck, Matt looks SOOOO uncomfortable doing THIS skit, doesn't he? Oh ... MOTHRA??? Really? No ... Sam, please stop skatting ...

Wait ... WHAT?!!! Who the fuck came up with THAT theory? What were you thinking? Was it just an excuse for Sam yo humiliate himself further?

LEGEND OF VOX MACHINA SEASON 3 GREENLIT!!!!! OM-FUCKING-G!!!!! THAT makes EVERYTHING we just had to witness worth it ...

Everybody's gushing over a t-shirt while Laura fumbles badly, that's so cute. :3

Wow, Laura how are you SO BAD at this all of a sudden? XD

"It's Thursday Night! There is magic and mystery, through darkness our friendship will rise ..." Once again I am helpless to stop myself singing along ...

Matt: "The Tal'doreian City of Whitestone." Travis: "What?" Laura: " Aaaaaaaaaaaahh!" Me: "Meep!"

Matt has trouble working out what time of day it's supposed to be ...

Chetney did Spring Break in Whitestone a long time ago, apparently ...

So much wood ... Chetney's going a little nuts right now ...

Whoa ... Grass grows wherever Keyleth walks ...

Fearne, do not try to steal Keyleth's antlers. SERIOUSLY.

FCG starts jabbering at Keyleth and talks about being an ancient murderbot. Everybody else cracks up ...

The clock tower!!! Yay!!

Oh gods, yeah ... Bertrand WAS buried there, I forgot about that ... :(

Oh man ... LAST TIME? Like with Will? Shit ... is this not gonna work? Like doomed ALREADY?

Phew ... oh thank the gods for that ...

Keyleth recognises what Laudna came back as ... wait ... IS LAUDNA LIKE RESURRECTED VAX?!!!

Fuck ... RETURN TO WHITESTONE ... I never thought Crit Role could really make me geek out again THIS MUCH!!! XD

"The Lord is in." Oh shit ... are we really gonna get to see PERCY AGAIN?!!! Is Vex gonna be here too?

Orym notices they're being followed by someone small ... Laura, what do you know?

Ah ... complications ... hmmm ...

Fuck, that's a lot of money ...

They're right, there's so much they still havd to tell her. Orym: "It's a lot." NO SHIT, wee man! Yeah, definitely, write it all down!

Chetney: "Tempest! You got this." XD

Horizon Temple sounds good, do that later.

Keyleth, to FCG: "Good luck with the ... not murdering people."

Taliesin: "This town needs a giant robot." Liam: "And I'll form the head."

Bird mask! BIRD MASK!!!

OMG it's Percy ...

Orym watches Keyleth go snd suddenly he's taller ...

Little girl ... A TIEFLING? Oooooh ... Gwendoline? Awwwwww ... she's so cute.

Laudna of Whitestone has come home ... ooooh ... this is poignant and painful together, isn't it?

Nice ... Orym really got a way with words when it counts. Roll for persuasion with advantage ... shit ... ELEVEN?!!! Hmmm ...

Oh man ... is this not going well? Oh ... wait, what ... PIKE?!!! SQUEEEEEE!!!!

Oh, that look Percy gives Chetney when he asks who did the clock tower ... I love that. XD

Chetney having trouble saying "mechanisms" ... oh dear, no don't mention metal! Fuck ... Chetney's gonna have an aneurysm over this.

Snort ... "plant lady"?

Imogen's indignation that Chetney's still not finished her order yet ...

Awesome! Percy and Vex's older kids ... oh shit ... VEX!!!!

Oh the wedding ... FCG: "It must have been quite the ceremony." Percy and Vex BOTH: "You have no idea."

Oh yeah ... get Vex to twist Percy round her little finger, that'll DEFINITELY work.

Yeah, the resemblance ... oooh ... THAT'S gotta be awkward ...

I gotta admit, hearing all this about the Briarwood calamity after seeing season 1 of TLOVM just hits different ...

PIKE!!! YAY!!! LITTLE MONSTAH!!!

I love they're getting hung up on her being a BAKER ...

Ashton's starting to get pissy about having to keep unwrapping Laudna all the time ... XD

Fearne being clueless about Pike's powers and stuff is adorably meta ...

Oh shit ... Vex makes the connection to Laudna on the Sun Tree ... Vex: "Darling, we have to help them." OH MY GODS, that's it! Vex is ON BOARD ALL THE WAY!!!

Diamonds ... hahaha, Liam suggesting Vex just starts turning out her pockets is SO on point.

Oh ... here we go ... come on Pike ...

Pike fudges the incantation ... yeah, that's just cute.

Okay! It's working! It IS working, right?

Fuck ... Delilah? SERIOUSLY?!!! COME ON!!!

Two souls ... fuck ... Pike: "And one of them's Delilah Briarwood."

Matt: "And we're gonna go to our break!" Travis starts screaming, as he should ...

Damn it ... this is another bloody roadblock isn't it? And Percy's not interested at all now. Not at all surprising really.

Imogen: "Can you talk to Delilah?" Pike: "I'M NOT GONNA TALK TO DELILAH!!!"

Persuasion check ... Liam man, roll good! Shit ...

And Percy is OUT.

Fuck ... this really isn't gonna work, is it?

Wow ... Vex is REALLY invested in this now ... oh ... wait ... okay, Percy MIGHT STILL BE in after all. Nice one, Vex!

Ashton, about Percy: "Do we need this guy? Do we need this old fucker?" Bloody he'll ... and now he's having a fucking ARGUMENT with Percy. This is UNBELIEVABLY meta all of a sudden.

Wow, Percy is TOTALLY prepared to SHOOT ASHTON IN THE FACE while he's getting up in his, isn't he?

This is some of the most bile I've EVER seen Ashton spew at someone. He is PISSED.

Interesting ... I'm starting to think Percy actually LIKES Ashton a little bit now.

Percy: "You're a small fish in a BIG pond." Ashton: "Have great fun in your castle!" Percy: "There's nothing you could possibly offer me that I want."

Yup ... looks like I may have been mistaken there ...

Ashton decides to punch a statue and Taliesin rolls a 1 ... breaks a knuckle ... oh ... wait ... IS THAT TRINKET?!!!

Matt: "This is an ancient bear." Laura: "Awwww, ancient."

Liam: "What are their names? What ARE their names?" Yes, Liam is right because the fandom WILL WANT TO KNOW!!!

Matt asking ASHLEY what they see in Pike's home is so sweet ...

Imogen thinking Vex for how accomodating she's being is chef's kiss, it really is.

Man, Vex is just HAUNTED by Laudna right now.

Spirit journey ... oh yeah, THERE'S NOTHING THAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG WITH THIS, IS THERE?!!!

Oof ... right, Pike is TOTALLY winging THIS, ain't she?

Seriously Pickle, you really need to learn the rules here.

So how did you beat Delilah last time? Oh, here we go ...

Wow ... did Fearne just INSULT PIKE'S BAKING?!!! O.O

Does FCG have a spirit? Apparently this will put THAT ONE to bed once and for all ...

Wait ... is Vex gonna get Orym A MAGIC SWORD?

Laura: "Pike Trickfoot drinks WATER?" Ashley: "No, she's having a nippy-nip!"

Pike checks FCG for a spirit. FCG: "You can do that? As a baker?" Pike, sarcastic: "Yes, that's one of my abilities as a BAKER."

Everybody taking bets on whether he has a soul or not ...

Pike's really not gonna let them live that baker crack down, is she?

FCG and Pike in the spirit realm ... oh, this is really beautiful ...

FCG: "What does it mean?" Pike: "It means you're alive." OOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!

Whoa ... so, like ... Holy shit that means ... is FCG a cleric of the Changebringer, then?

Ooh, magic shortsword ... wait, is this basically STING?!!! XD

Ashton informing Vex that Orym is geeking out like mad right now ... Vex: "I must admit I'm used to blowing minds."

The gnarl rock ... hmmm ...

Pike asking Vex if she can cover for of 6K gold's worth of magic ... wow, I'm amazed Vex is being so chill about SPENDING MONEY.

OMG ... Vex going along with Ashton talking shit about Percy ... "He can be quite prickly ... usually up his own arse."

Pike's issuing instructions and Ashley fumbles her dice ... Pike: "Whatever that was ..."

Oh, okay ... off we go ...

Those spiritual head tethers sound AWFULLY FRAGILE to me ...

Nuts ... even in the sprit realm FCG doesn't have feet ... cue jokes about the Deadpool mini-legs scene ... ah, the tongue! Matt: "No! It's not canon! IT'S NEVER BEEN CANON!!!!"

Wow ... Chetney's LITERALLY just shouting for Laudna right now, isn't he? Like an idiot.

Fog of war ...

There is NOTHING BELOW.

Mister is a FLAME here. But Matt's STILL making the cute monkey noises. That's kinda surreal.

Chetney can SMELL STUFF HERE!!! That is freaky.

Sam, struggling with his stats: "Goddamn clerics!" Taliesin: "Haha ... revenge!"

Things are getting CREEPY ... okay, is it just me or is this weird soundtrack just SO disorienting right now?

Weird spooky cabin ... yeah, that can't be good ...

Those creepy whispers ... oh man, are those memories from when Laudna was on her own and kept getting driven away everywhere she went? :(

Body of a rat ... Pate? Oh ... Laura's reaction breaks my heart ...

Shit ... this is all just the shitty memories of when Laudna used to get hunted as a witch, right?

Sam: "This combat is SCARY, and it's brought to you by Wizkids miniatures ..."

Oooh ... another sweet map ...

Orym pills a Bait and Switch with Imogen to protect her ... sweet move!

So these things are like shadowy wraiths ... Travis is scared AND excited.

Laura's rolling balls right now ... 6 damage ... oh wait, SIXTEEN damage on the other one. MUCH better.

Chetney gets himself burned IN THE SPIRIT REALM!!!

Rage dice ... Taliesin: "HEY!!! First time ever!" Disco Ashton? Beautifully bizarre.

Tormenting Shadow? Eek!

Life Drain? DOUBLE eek!

Fearne, fending off an attack: "Eww!"

Sam does cleric stuff, and everyone EXCEPT Chetney has zdvzntage on saving throws. Travis gives Sam a look as if to say: "Hey man, what gives?"

Scorching ray ... oh crap, Fearne gets disadvantage. Ashley immediately starts trying to work out a way to weazle out of this. Liam: "I would like to win."

Wait ... DID Fearne steal Percy's plague-mask?

Flaming spectral poop!

I love how whenever Liam has to do battle math it's ALWAYS because Orym is KICKING ARSE.

Imogen gets advantage through Luck because she's within 10 feet of Ashton. Laura, chuffed: "EYYYYY!!!"

Chetney: "What's up, tiny dancer?"

Freaky bloodworm lamprey mouth ... lovely.

Ashton pulls a Thor cracking Mjolnir on Cap's shield with Orym against one of the wraith things and GETS THE HOW DO YOU WANNA DO THIS!!!

Fuck ... Chetney just got SHREDDED and it's NOT GOOD!!! This just got serious.

Sam: "Can't they just be bad at D&D like we are?" Liam: "No, they've been playing for TOO LONG."

Ooh, Spritual Weapon ... Sam: "It's the thing that black material hates the most. It's a bottle of bleach." Matt, exasperated: "You asshole."

Matt: "Okay, so top of the round--" Ashley, in Fearne's voice: "Wait, I haven't gone yet."

Ashton: "Anybody got anything for fire?" Fearne: "Actually, I have something." Ashton: "Not to START one."

Oh man ... the weird-ass mechanics of Barbarian class means if Ashton doesn't hit anything he loses rage? Oh wait, no he's fine. Never mind, then ...

Sam starts singing along to the super tense atmospheric battle music.

Orym makes a Goading Attack. Cue several goat noises from the others.

Oh yeah, 27 DEFINITELY hits ...

They're suckling on some Werther's Originals? Damn it, now I got a craving.

No! Not the Life Drain again!

The Wraith disappears and FCG screams in frustration because he can't attack it.

Oh, mechanics ... Matt remembers Ashley WOULD HAVE made her attack earlier so we're doing some timey wimey combat stuff ... it's all very complicated and Ashley gets flustered.

Mister's turn. Fearne: "Mister! Go throw some flaming shit at THAT guy!"

Now Fearne's doing ANOTHER Ice Knife attack ... HOW DO YOU WANT TO DO THIS!!! Nice.

The shattered ice extinguishes some if the fire! Sweet!

Top of the round. Sam, doing a terrible Itish accent: "Top o' the--" Matt: "Shhhhh!"

Taliesin can't keep the rage up. They discuss if Chetney slapping him would do it, apparently it has to be a hostile creature. Sam: "Well technically Chetney can be pretty hostile."

"How does the GROUND want to do this?" No.

Ashton kicks it's arse, finally gets the HDYWTDT.

Fearne summons a tidal wave to finally put out the fire. The water still looks like flame. A blue flame ... Travis, hushed: "Fire water!"

Secret tunnel ... well that's not ominous or anything ...

Chetney looks ROUGH. FCG: "You look a little dim." Chetney: "A LITTLE?!!!"

They're worrying about Pike missing appointments. Buns to come out of ovens? Really? Ashley: "I think she's been baking with Old Toby."

Taliesin finds all the attempted healer shenanigans terribly amusing. I love how he clearly picked a Barbarian this time around so he wouldn't have to faff about this time.

Stealth rolls while Laura's gone to the bathroom. They start talking about having to roll for her in her absence. Taliesin: "She's shitting right now, so she's going to be a little while yet."

Laura comes back and is immediately indignant about them touching her dice.

Stepping out of the tunnel into some weird dark enchanted forest ... oh wait ... shit, it's a ghostly manifestation of Whitestone under the rule of the Briarwoods ...

Matt: "And THAT'S where we're going to end the episode."

The usual frustration ensues. Matt: "Well there's a lot still to come." Laura, clearly desperate: "Well let's do it now!"

Gaaaaaaah ... ANOTHER bloody cliffhanger, and another week Marisha's still not back for actual gameplay ... this is getting BAD ...

#critical role #critical role spoilers #campaign 3 episode 36 #crit role campaign 3 #matt mercer #marisha ray #laudna #travis willingham #chetney pock o'pea #laura bailey #imogen temult #liam o'brien #orym of the air ashari #ashley johnson #fearne calloway #taliesin jaffe #ashton greymoore #sam riegel #fresh cut grass

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sisyphuslnabyss · 2 years

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Hua cheng make brain go brrrrr

People who say Hua Cheng has no depth just don’t get it. Do I wish more than anything that mxtx kept his backstory? Yes. But his narrative function is to be a mysterious bad boy love interest and as a fellow writer and lazy person I somewhat under why she didn’t. Part of what makes him interesting is just how much we don’t know, and the significance of all that we do.

Yes, he is inextricably tied to Xie Lian, as a person and a character. But Xie Lian didn’t ask him to tear his eye out to protect humans. Xie Lian didn’t ask him to found Ghost City or take in persecuted ghosts. Xie Lian certainly didn’t ask him to befriend/ally himself with He Xuan.

And he flat out fucking lies to Xie Lian on several occasions, for the benefit of not only Xie Lian but He Xuan as well. If he could, he could easily kill He Xuan; it’s almost shocking that he doesn’t just tell Xie Lian what his plans are to begin with. He could easily have told Xie Lian to keep Shi Qingxuan away from ‘Ming Yi.’ He could have done the usual protective bad boy thing and forbidden Xie Lian from helping his friend. But he doesn’t. Because on one level, he understands that He Xuan is useful to him as an ally, possibly friend, and narrative foil (who knows how genre aware he is; he’s practically omniscient as is).

What I mean is that Hua Cheng, born from love, understands that He Xuan, born from hate, is who he could have been without Xie Lian. So yes, it’s about Xie Lian, but it’s not only about Xie Lian. It extends beyond the bounds of who Xie Lian is, and into who Hua Cheng is because of Xie Lian.

He also realizes and respects that He Xuan is the only other calamity and one of the few gods who hasn’t directly or indirectly hurt Xie Lian; until the black water arc, when he realizes just how self-sacrificial Xie Lian is and just how stubborn and vindictive He Xuan is. And he beats his ass several times for it.

But returning to Xie Lian, as we must do when discussing Hua Cheng (by his own volition), he understands that for Xie Lian’s mental and emotional well being and for his trauma response, he HAS to help his friend. (There’s quite likely some guilt about Wu Ming driving Xie Lian as well, whether Hua Cheng realizes this or not. If he does, he’s certainly upset with himself for retroactively hurting him. Much to think about.)

He loves Xie Lian for his kindness and his selflessness, but he hates his self harm. And these two things can exist in tandem. He doesn’t ask Xie Lian to stop being kind or to stop being selfless, he doesn’t forbid him from helping Shi Qingxuan, but he does gently beg him not to hurt himself and not to act like his pain doesn’t matter or is funny. He encourages Xie Lian, who at this point has no face left to spare and sees himself as a laughingstock and failure, not to mention morally reprehensible, to continue doing what he wants to do, that what he wants to do is the right thing — as long as it isn’t self harm. So he tells Xie Lian that his benefit matters too, that his pain matters and that he doesn’t deserve it and shouldn’t prolong it (ie, continue running with a nail in his foot or stab himself to perform pseudo mpreg ghost abortion on himself).

Bear in mind that Hua Cheng has witnessed Xie Lian being stabbed for others’ benefit well over one hundred times, two of which by his own hand. So it’s traumatic for him too. He’d much rather be stabbed himself. “To see with your own eyes your beloved be trampled and ridiculed, yet unable to do anything, is the worst pain in the world.”

Ironically, while Xie Lian’s blithe attitude towards his pain is agony for Hua Cheng, he’s particularly ignorant of his own (he downgrades ripping his eye out and acts nonchalant about using all of his spiritual energy for Xie Lian). For him, the emotional pain of watching Xie Lian suffer is worse than any physical pain. “If your dream is to save the common people, then my dream is only you.” From this quote and most of his actions, one gets the sense that while Xie Lian’s savior complex is utilitarian*, Hua Cheng’s is fixated solely on Xie Lian. Yet he saved the humans in Mount Tonglu, and he takes in stray ghosts. So his savior complex is rather more of a categorical imperative*; that is, if Xie Lian would save these people, I must save these people. But there’s still a Wu Ming inside of him who knows the Xie Lian who would not save someone undeserving, so it isn’t utilitarian but conditional of them not harming Xie Lian.

So who is Hua Cheng? He’s his most devoted believer. But with any religious fervor comes sacraments. Kindness, in his case conditional to his god’s. Self sacrifice, to honor his god’s. A quick wit, a formidable opponent with the saber. Hua Cheng is anything that can be useful to Xie Lian.

“Flower City,” he names himself. Flower, for Xie Lian’s pseudonym given for his kindness. City, a fortress for protection, a place of humanity and a place of worship. Yet, to Xie Lian he becomes San Lang. All others must bear witness to his heathen worship, but Xie Lian knows him the way a god is said to know the devout; wholly, lovingly, benevolently, unconditionally.

*utilitarian - in ethical philosophy, a system of ethics that aims for the least harm/greatest quantity/quality of benefit

*categorical imperitave - in kantian ethics, a maxim that must be followed universally on principle

#fuck it. reposting my magnum opus on my new account.#meta

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the-hero-of-jk-its-len · 2 years

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A Flower by Any other name. - Chapter Seven: To the dark, I said pour and forgot to say when.

A.N: At long last I bring forth the final chapter of this small but thoroughly loved series, to those who stuck around, thank you, and to those who came recently, Hi!

Reminder: Aster uses he/him pronouns!! You can exchange his name if you want and i won’t mind, and also Unbeta'd but only because I forgot to ask my one friend in the LOZ fandom to do it.

Disclaimer: I don’t own The legend of zelda (gods I wish), the linked universe au or any of the franchises and works I may reference in this fic, this is a work for fans by fans and all credits go to the respective owners.

Summary: The fall, the aftermath, and the fated Darkness.

Word Count: 2239

Warnings: Mentions of Death, Corpses, Sleeping potions, Alcohol and a lot of depressive thoughts.

There is something about battles that brings bells to mind, perhaps it’s the dead, or the memory of funerals ringing in my ears, there had been bells after all in my mother’s funeral, ringing to let the kingdom know The Queen was dead.

Somehow I doubt that’s quite it. While Link drags me through the battlegrounds, there is mud under our feet, red and murky not entirely wet from water, and there is sound, metal clashing against each other and beams being shot.

I see the fallen under me, around me, there’s too many to count or register, the emblem of Hyrule branded in their chests, and for every living knight and soldier the red mud has claimed another ten, we are losing, but I already knew that.

I knew from the second I saw the first beast fall.

I knew from the second we climbed up Lanaryu.

I knew all along, we never stood a chance.

Even now, I know that I couldn’t have changed it, nothing could, this was the fate of Hyrule, and I’m just the witness for it,

That doesn’t stop Link from taking a hit, and then a few more in my stead, from kneeling in the ground before passing out in my arms, the wretched machine glaring at us with a glowing eye.

Yet, when people speak of this battle, a year, a decade, or a century in the future, it is not the light of a guardian’s beam they tell tales about, but rather about the sudden flash of light that lit through the grounds, taking away the powers of the guardians and making the calamity recede if only by little, just enough that it clears the sky.

In the end, looking for the wounded to heal, and the killed for pyre, They find us again, the prince curled over a wounded knight, and the marks on their hands shining gold as we are separated.

Link is placed in the shrine that night, Purrah by my side and the Master Sword on my back.

Hope is buried, and we leave.

It takes little time after that, for proper arrangements to be made, with the calamity’s strength growing the choices to be made are few but heavy, yet, I have a last request to make before my knowing fate is decided.

I ask, and the forest answers, a path into the depths of it’s hold were even the calamity can’t enter, a path to the only place the sword could possibly be safe with no escorts by my side, no chatty scientists or silent knights, the only beside me are the koroks hiding in the trees, playing like the children they are as I walk through their home.

Putting the sword down is harder, I can touch it easily enough but it doesn’t feel right to do it, she seems reluctant even, had I been anyone else perhaps I would have thought that’s just my emotions playing with me, but I know better.

“I’m sorry” I murmur to the blade, hidden only by trees, yet being watched by one as we come closer to her place in the pedestal “he will come back one day, wait for him until then Fi, he might be a bit different but, it will still be him alright?” I buried her with no answer, I wasn’t expecting any, not really.

Looking up greets me only with the Deku Tree, not the one from the older games of course, but it’s still a comforting figure, one that looks at me with knowing sorrow in their eyes, perhaps it knows too much as well, because it reassures me with a nod before the Koroks come to guide me out.

If there was any doubt before there is none now, the sword will be safe here, and the koroks will watch out for it in my absence, in Link’s absence.

Days somehow, have become slower after my venture into the forest, less than a week from Link’s fall and already I can see myself falling apart by the seams.

I should be used to his absence already, yet I find myself looking behind me every so often expecting him to be there and it just isn’t.

Purrah has noticed, she and Impa are by my side more often than not nowadays, but it’s not the same, and they are not as close to me as they think they are, as close as they would have been to Zelda certainly, yet their comforting faces regardless.

In truth, I’m terrified, I’ve lost Link, and the castle, I’ve lost my garden and… Well, I’ve lost my life once already right? Once I would have wondered just how much I could lose after that, but I have an answer now don’t I?

It haunts me still, the thought of going into the castle, I can see it in my nightmares each night, the silence, the loneliness, the darkness, It’ll help the rest of the continent but I still find myself mourning by myself at night, others are too I’m sure but, they’ll be dead in a hundred years, it is no case to mourn them now.

Perhaps later, when I watch over the calamity and realize slowly just how long I’ve been there, until then, I’m content to just cry in my tent, surrounded by the smell of drying cherry blooms and ink.

I’ve made letters, written them out so that Link may have a bit more support, I can only hope the right people keep them safe until then.

In the meantime, I rest, and sleep, aware that my life sentence is only another night away from me.

“You seem distracted, your highness” a voice breaks me away from my thoughts, though I do not recognize them too well, “Is there anything we might be able to do to help?”

“No,” I find myself replying to the knight, wondering who exactly they were. I'd never learned their name, yet I saw their face every day for this whole month, how shameful “though I appreciate the concern sir…”

“Rozel, your highness” the young man answers, unconcerned by my previous lack of knowledge, just as cordial as he’d been before, still smiling as he eats supper.

“Sir Rozel then.” I nod at my words, he’d been kind, perhaps I’d visit his grave someday, morbid as those thoughts were.

And he looks happy enough at the recognition, leaving me with a half eaten bowl of stew on my own in front of the bonfire as if knowing I needed more time lost in myself.

In all honesty perhaps that’s the last I need, but it does make me look around, knights and map makers and readers are around us, the horses are grazing and I can even briefly see people joke around each other, but nerves are high, for every joke there is two sighs and soon the only way for this people to cope is to drink what few reserves we still had of ale, the night picks up in spirits like it’s all of these people’s last hurrah!

For some it’ll undoubtedly be, there monsters after all, stronger than any other and more bloodthirsty, but they dont drink to that, they drink to the fallen friends and family left behind in the castle and its surrounding town, after all, any and all soldiers here are willing ones, not chosen but rather left to the decision of whether or not to escort me to the castle.

But for now, they cheer and they drink and they sing, knowing tonight might just be the last of their lives and hoping Hylia may have enough mercy in her to let them go back, and I let them.

In time I leave them behind, a hooded figure behind me, she’s a messenger, and she’ll carry my words where I may not reach them, in the meantime she walks with me to my tent, waiting patiently as letters are retrieved and tied down in small parcels.

“Do they know?” she asks, settling the parcels in a bag, she’s looking at the knights, the light of the fire reflected in their faces.

I have no need to answer, but I do, knowing at least someone has to, “no, may their dreams be blessed by Hylia the sleeping potion will keep them at peace until I’m too far for them to follow.”

And she nods, pleased at the answer even as she looks sadly towards me, “I shall be back for them then? To… guide them back.” to take them home goes unsaid, home doesn’t exist for them anymore, but her meaning stays back.

“Thank you.” I tell her in answer, I feel guilty in full truth, because, come morning, these soldiers will have failed their mission thoroughly as I walk into the castle alone, my horse ready to go at any second now as I see some of the more drunken knights fall asleep in their friend’s arms.

She leaves then, a specter of darkness in the night only lit by the light of the moon, and though she is Sheikah we are unlikely to meet again.

And in the night, long after everyone else has gone to be I sit by the fire, a still unfinished bowl of stew by my side that is poured into the fire to turn it’s flame down as I fall into step with my horse.

And there, about to walk forwards into fate I can’t help to say into the air.

“Link’s was a lot better…”

For the first time in days, there is silence, but only here, and only now as I stare at the entrance of the castle.

There is light around me, I did not call it to me but it does it’s job either way keeping me safe as I take my first step inside, I am alone now, my horse was sent back to camp almost an hour ago and It’s just me left.

And it’s strange, to walk around halls once so full of people and cheer, now silent, there are no corpses, which I find myself thankful for and horridly sad about, but there are no ghosts either, other than that of my father which I can feel the gaze of in my back, as if begging me to turn back and run.

We both know I won’t as I walk further in, the call of the darkness pulling me step by step to its core, it reminds me a bit in a way of a funeral, or a wedding, walking down a bright red carpet to the center of the castle and then up, up, up.

Stairs feel eternal, the ache burning into my legs, and the halls extend beyond my sight even as I walk them from memory.

But even this doesn’t last long enough to feel forever, my path ends here, in the doors of the highest room of the castle, with only the shine of divine power to set me apart from the darkness of the place as I walk down, a burning white triforce mark on the back of my hand to hold against the emerging beast before me, trying to fight me as I reach against it, him.

It can’t touch me it realizes, but I can touch it, as it runs away from the divine power in my hands and screeches in pain as both of our forms disappear amongst a flash of divine light that dwarfs the one seen in the battle scene.

And there I feel it more than see it, the last sunrise before my eyes are taken by darkness, great and mighty and lonely.

Cold where the sun would have been warm, but contained, my hold on it great even as my hands have become nonexistent, the calamity is here with me too, a barely humanoid ghost of what was once a man chained up by my side, slack as the chains of light that hold him there fail to illuminate anything else.

And outside, beyond the castle doors and waking to the light of the sun a camp wakes, to notice the prince is gone, and the light in the distance of Hyrule castle tells them why even as they sorrowfully pick each other up and pack back, a messenger in the Prince’s horse guiding them back to worried scholars and researchers.

But Hyrule is safe, the words of the people say, “Hyrule is safe” echoes through Hylian children and then spreads to Zora and Rito, from them it expands, travelers tell the Gerudo and miners pat the backs of Goron.

And there is peace, there is joy and there are parties around the continent, there is mourning and celebration, words of praise told to the sky and statues built as fast as they can to honor Hylia and her last living descendant, because at last, and for another hundred years people can freely look to their neighbors and are able to say,

“Hyrule is free”.

And somewhere in a castle, deep amongst darkness a prince sighs feeling the light of Link’s soul burst back to life even as he sleeps, “well then, I suppose we’ll have to wait.” he mutters into the darkness, seeing his enemy stir in his chains as his power extends to make it lie back down in it’s hold. “Just a few hundred years now, not long at all.”

#🖋️ the len writes #a flower by any other name #isekai #breath of the wild au #eventual linked universe #link x ftm reader #link x reader #link x transmasc reader #loz fic

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ambiguouspuzuma · 6 months

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Scrambled eggs

There was smoke on the horizon, to the east, where Batáun lay astride the river. Armand watched it rise and writhe into the morning light, a silver snake that spun its way onto a cloudless sky. The town had gathered for the spectacle, witnesses to their neighbours' tragedy, seeking a distant glimpse of the culprit. On the horizon, to the east. Upon the river. Where Batáun used to be.

They all knew what such portents meant. The smoke formed the shape of a serpent, a worm, like the casts left behind in the coastal sands. The air hung heavy with the scent of brimstone, the wake that followed dragonfire, as salt air follows the waves - like the petrichor after a storm, but its reverse - an acrid, suffocating perfume of the damned. Burnt bodies. Withered lives. The taste of ashes on his tongue.

Armand had always wanted to be a Dragonslayer, long before he learnt the terror of the beasts themselves. They had always seemed so perfectly gallant: riding out in times of such calamity, scenes of devastation he was far too young to comprehend, but capturing his childhood daydreams nonetheless - for how could they not? He'd watched them passing from the Eastern Gate, facing the end of the world with fortitude and flowing cloaks, and curving silver blades, which seemed to shine with their own inner fire upon their sun-soaked flanks, and been instantly smitten with the shape of his own destiny.

He'd visited their Temple, and seen the relics on display: a skull thrice the size of a man's, its two vicious sets of teeth, impossible white and sharp, as if they had never met the slightest resistance. He'd learnt their history, their book of legends - and, when he reached sufficient height and age, he'd passed their physical exam, and been fitted for a cloak and sword of his own. Now Batáun had burned, and Armand was riding out east just like the heroes of his youth - just like the legends of their history.

"Where are you going?" He called his horse to halt, just beyond the city gates - now closed upon the crowd who'd cheered their passage on - and gestured to the smoke which still rose with great fervour to the east, lacing the distant Lascané mountains with a further shroud of mist. "This path leads south. The fire was that way."

"Exactly," the leader of their troupe replied, not slowing down, and forcing Armand to catch up to hear the rest of her response. She was Nasda, a Dragonslayer of thirty years or more, and the closest thing their order had to a queen. "The dragon will be over there. Now hurry along, we won't have forever. She won't want to leave her nest unguarded for long."

"The nest?"

"It'll be on the shore, to the south. They bury their eggs in sand. Supposedly many reptiles do, but I always think of it as natural fire prevention."

"But... that's our target? Eggs?"

At this another of their group, Jaconde, spurred her own horse forward to join them. "What's the matter, Armand? Not enough glory for you? You thought we were going to take on the biggest dragon in the world?"

"No, I know the big ones aren't a threat," Armand replied, ashamed that she had otherwise been correct: he had built up an image of a hero in his mind, and it hadn't involved scrambling a few eggs. "The Cyverns, right? They're herbivores. They don't come down this far, and even if they did they wouldn't trouble us."

"I've never seen one eat any herbs," Nasda chuckled. They were well south now, heading off the track and onto clear white sand. "Lithovore, I think you mean."

His face must have looked as empty as his mind felt, because Jaconde joined in, also gesturing eastward. "They eat stone. That's why you always find them in caves. What, you thought those mountains came with all these chunks already missing?"

"It's the smaller ones, the Amphipteres, you want to worry about. Although they sometimes more into the caves, too, when a Cyvern has departed, for shelter. Like a hermit."

"...crab?" Armand offered, wanting to contribute some proof of knowledge.

"Try to keep focused," Nasda chided him, thinking he had seen one in the sands. "But look out for that nest. It shouldn't be too difficult to spot."

Armand sat back, humiliated. This wasn't what he'd expected at all. He pictured the beast that had come for Batáun, and tried again to reconcile that terror to the Temple's dusty skeletons, that skull a mere three times the size of his. An infant, he realised now. A child. The bones wouldn't have shown the roundness of its shape, the puppy fat, the stunted nose and blinking eyes. He'd projected lean muscle onto those angular frames, and only filled their mouths with dragonfire.

Jaconde spied the nest across the sands, and the other horses followed her lead; Armand holding on without a thought to the reins in his hand, watching without focus, absent in his saddle. His mind was back home with those fearsome jaws: impossibly sharp, impossibly white, made possible through lack of use. Had they ever cut flesh, before theirs was dashed apart by shining swords? Had they ever even emerged, or died embedded in their gums?

"Look around for other clutches," Nasda called. "We need to make sure that we get them all. Each egg could mean another dragon, and more chance that our homes are next."

"They're a lot harder to crush when they've hatched," Jaconde joked, helping him down to the sands. Armand hadn't even realised that he'd arrived. Two sets of teeth, he remembered. Would a human child, their milk teeth not yet shed, have had the same? "This is our best bet to stem that river at its source. Population control, you see?"

Armand nodded, and set about combing the beach for other eggs, echoing the movements of those around him. He hadn't expected to find one. The shock was so absolute, his disassociation so progressed, that he forgot to react to it at all, and kept walking for a few paces before he doubled back. He looked up, checking to see if anybody else had noticed, but they were all focused on their own patches of sand.

The egg felt light in his hand. Fragile, as if he could crush it with a small squeeze of his fingers. Not a monster, not by any means: in fact, he felt the terror by contrast, their troupe looming over the shattered nest, a family destroyed. He held the egg up to the light, trying to visual the embryonic dragon just within the shell, squirming at his gentle touch. Smaller than his palm. Condemned to death, for crimes that it might one day commit.

It settled lightly in his pocket. Population control might work, Armand considered, but he wouldn't be a part of it. An adult dragon might deserve its death sentence, but that didn't justify the execution of a child. Their order had enough crushing boots, enough unnecessary blades. In defying them, he was exercising his own form of balance: not wanting the river to be entirely stemmed, or the blood of extinction on his hands. This was his form of population control, he thought. Perhaps the world had too many Dragonslayers.

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Bad Hair Day

Whumptober Day 12 - Torture/Made to Watch/Begging

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Wild was breathing evenly, in and out.

In.

His eyes were shut. It probably didn’t help him all that much, as it just made him focus on his other senses more. But he couldn’t help it. What would he even look at if he opened his eyes? Wind, who was shamelessly sniffling? Time or Warriors, whose face had turned to stone when they had realized what was going to happen? Goddess forbid, Twilight, whose look of agony would have been enough to nearly make Wild himself cry at the best of times? The wall? No, he’ll keep his eyes shut, thank you very much.

Out.

He was cold. His tunic was in shreds on the floor around him, he was sure. He vaguely hoped that when they got out of here, (When, not if. He was sure Legend was already halfway through a plan to get them all out of this horrible place. Or at least Wild hoped so.) they would be able to stitch it back together, or Zelda was going to kill him.

In.

He was sure he looked like a mess. Honestly, he was sort of glad he was the one they had taken, just so he didn’t have to witness any of the others in the same state. It was probably selfish of him to think that, but given the circumstance, Wild figured he deserved to be a little selfish.

Out.

His arms were stiff, and honestly, his muscles were starting to hurt. In the grand scheme of things, he would probably say that was the least of his worries. A little arm pain never killed anyone, after all. But it was easier to focus on than any other pain he was in.

In.

He wasn’t really listening to the talking going on around him. Not the sadistic, unfamiliar voices, nor the more familiar ones, raised in anger. He could hear what they were saying, but chose to not really register the words. “he’s obviously not going to give you the information you want you’re not going to get anything from him shut up do you want us to switch him out for one of you what about the kid there that’s what I thought now shut your mouth or I’ll make it worse for him”

Out.

Pain. It radiated from his shoulders, and he couldn’t ignore it. He sucked in a sharp breath, interrupting his steady breathing. “Well at least we know he’s not dead I was getting worried we’d broken the little bitch”

In. In. Slowly. Now, Ou-

Another sharp sting of pain. On his scalp this time. His hair had been yanked, his head pulled back. His entire body twitched reflexively at the feeling. He hated people touching his hair without permission. He loved his hair. He loved that it was so long. It was a point of pride for him, and it was something that physically reminded him that he wasn’t the man he was from before the Calamity, if he ever needed that reminder. He was very picky about who he let touch his hair. Really, only Zelda and his brothers were allowed to touch. The spark of anger he felt at someone who wasn't them touching his hair made him tense. He knew it couldn't be his brothers. They never tugged. Not like that. Not even when they had to pull sticks and leaves out of his hair.

His anger forced him back into his body, which he immediately regretted. Son of a bitch, he was in a lot of pain.

Out. Out. Don’t panic, don’t thrash. That’ll make it worse.

He didn’t like them touching his hair. He hated it. He wanted it to stop. Stop, stop, please stop it. He didn’t even realize he was breathing the words aloud until he was interrupted by a loud voice right by his ear.

In.

“Well, that certainly got a reaction out of him! Haha! He’s not going to be of any use. But you know, you could stop this at any time! All you have to do is give me the information I want.” The voice wasn’t addressing him, he was sure. He couldn’t muster up the mental energy to figure out what information it wanted. It must be talking to the others. Silence was the only answer the voice got.

Out.

“Oh, well, I guess I’ll just go back to making the little bitch beg, then. Maybe I can even get him to ask you for the information! Let's see… He sure did react when I pulled his hair! Why does he keep it so long anyways? How about a haircut?” There was an insane little giggle from the voice.

“No!” Wild startled even himself with the force and volume of his plea. Tears were welling up in the corners of his eyes now. He felt like he could handle the pain, and he could. He knew how to forget his pain, how to ignore his injuries and keep going on regardless of them. Injuries could be healed, wounds could be stitched up. But hair took so long to grow back.

“Well, I guess I figured out a way to make you talk, then!”

Shit. There would be no wriggling out of this one. He had laid his cards down on the table for his opponent to see, hadn’t he? His head was pulled back further, unfamiliar hands feeling up his scalp. He shuddered, making his body swing in his chains. His concentration on his breathing was well and truly ruined, and he was breathing too heavily and too fast.

There was still only silence.

A thought flickered across his mind. Were they even still there at all? Had they left him? He didn’t know if he could handle this if his brothers weren’t there. He needed them. Against his better judgment, he opened his eyes.

They were still there. Wild wanted to cry in relief. He wanted to hug each one of his brothers, and never let go. He wanted to sleep for a hundred years. He wanted to leave this place.

His glazed-over eyes flickered from one face to another. Twilight’s face had shifted from anguish to a deep-rooted, snarling anger. Warriors’ face was just as stoney as before, with Legend sporting a similar look. Time had let his face fall to the ground, as if he couldn’t bear to look at Wild. Four was the same, face twisted away, so he wouldn’t have to look, but the pair's ears twitched at every ragged breath, every whimper, every wheeze. Hyrule’s eyes were desperately flickering over Wild’s form, no doubt cataloging all of Wild’s injuries. Wind was still crying, openly now, face now a mess of tears. The rest looked on with horrified expressions on their faces, expressions that were no doubt reflected back at them from Wild.

The man was carding his fingers through Wild’s hair now, mocking him, Wild was sure. If Wild shut his eyes, he could almost imagine that it was one of his brothers fussing over his messy hair. Almost, but he couldn’t. He didn’t want to.

“It’s strange that you're so attached to your hair. I honestly wouldn’t take you to be the vain type, especially not with those scars. Not exactly pretty, are you?” The man mocked, dragging a knife (where had that come from?) across the back of his neck. He could see several of the others tense from across the room at the close proximity of the weapon to Wild’s vulnerable throat.

The man just laughed, and grabbed a fist full of Wild’s hair, taking the knife to it with great prejudice. Wild couldn’t contain his whimper when he felt the first chunk come out.

In contrast to the hand’s gentle movements carding through his hair moments before, the sawing of a knife through his hair was harsh. It yanked on his head, and then stopped when the knife finally cut through each chunk. Wild could tell that when the man finished, his hair would barely fall past his ears. As each section of hair was cut, it scattered across the floor, creating a pool of the long golden locks around him.

The man was purposefully cutting the chunks to different lengths, so the resulting product would be choppy and uneven. It would probably have to be cut even more to make it look presentable.

If he was in his right mind, Wild probably wouldn’t be taking it this hard.

But it was so much easier to focus on the emotional pain of losing his hair than the physical pain that the hours of torture had brought him.

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I have been pondering quite a bit about the trajectory of the overall story and the significance of some small details that have been shown throughout the episodes that we have seen so far. I will admit now that I have not seen any of the episodes of season 3, since I am upholding a sincere promise to watch these with a dear friend. I think we can all agree that the show is riddled with events and little abstractions that do indeed indicate major components of the plot and story. I absolutely enjoy studying small details; I think I have a rather cohesive collection of hypotheses and observations to provide here which combine some ideas about the entire show and what season 3 may reveal. Also, I would like to shed some light on a particular salamander: Valeriana- whose name might even have some hints (look up the flower Valeriana)! I also would like to highlight some symbolism with potential olms- a new major concept that I saw was introduced in season 3 from a screenshot I stumbled across. I have some hypothesis sections dedicated to specific subjects below:

(Also, apologies in advance if any of this has been written elsewhere. I haven’t seen anything other than posts here on Tumblr, so if someone has stated these exact things on another platform, I want to give them rightful credit for thinking of it before me).

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Significance of Calamity Objects - Barrel’s Warhammer, Valeriana’s Staff, and the Missing Green Calamity Object

I found it rather interesting that we have not seen an object associated with the green calamity jewel, although we have seen Valeriana’s staff and Barrel’s warhammer which are both covered in Amphibian runes.

I think it is intentional that we have not seen the object associated with wit yet. If King Andrias was indeed the holder of wit, perhaps this calamity object was taken by the pink frog that is posited to have escaped Amphibia to leave the Calamity Box on Earth. Perhaps she did this as a precautionary measure to make sure that Andrias would not have an additional means of siphoning power from the green calamity jewel to aid in his evil schemes. This means that the green calamity object may be on Earth somewhere, whatever it happens to be.

It may be possible that this green calamity object may be the key to Anne returning to Amphibia if it is somewhere on Earth. I think that we have seen some previous foreshadowing on such an idea, as the green calamity jewel guides Anne and Marcy to the second temple, similarly to how the last calamity object associated with wit may be able to lead Anne back to Amphibia.

Now, this begs the question: “What might the green Calamity object even be?” This is certainly what I am still wondering at the moment. It would make sense for the Calamity objects to be reflective of the qualities associated with the holders. Barrel’s warhammer seems to display the brute strength and power associated with the pink gem; the shepherd-like staff that Valeriana keeps seems to have connotations of being an object used to protect and guide- like guiding a flock of sheep- which resonates with the blue gem; the object associated with the green gem is likely going to be connected to intellect and may possibly be a book or a tablet that has further instructions about the box- possibly ancient legends connecting to the olms that have been mentioned so far and guidance about how to return to Amphibia from Earth. This is just my far-fetched hypothesis about the plotline so far, and I have not seen season 3 yet; I could be extremely off.

(Also as a side note, we see that the drawn runes slightly change in the green temple, which could indicate that Anne will be the one who needs to save Marcy or that, indeed, the power associated with the green calamity gem will be crucial in Anne’s return to Amphibia. I show these two screenshots below).

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A Possibility for Two Olms - Light and Dark

It seems possible that there could be two different olms in the context of Amphibia: one that is possibly associated with good and the corresponding one associated with evil. I think the mural in the first temple is particularly revealing since it shows two olms speaking to the inscribed amphibian, as if to influence the holder of wit to use intelligence for good or for evil. This is shown above.

We also see two fish in the Newtopian library’s stained glass- seemingly King Andrias’ personal library- which could also be reflective of this duality of the olms in being the guardian of light or harbinger of darkness. I think it is especially important that the first temple, associated with the green calamity jewel, depicts the amphibian having an exchange with two olms, as this could show that wit is influenced by good or evil and that the holder may use their intellect for either purpose.

There has also been some speculation as to whether The Core may itself be one of the olms. If this happens to be the case, I would postulate that this is the “olm of darkness” and Andrias, possibly the previous holder of wit, has chosen to ally himself with darkness in order to put an end to the supposed prophecy that the girls are going to bring to fruition. This would make sense thematically and also could be a reference to shows like The Legend of Korra in the presence of Raava and Vaatu as the spirits of light and darkness respectively.

We also can remember that in Legend of Korra, the dark avatar spirit, Vaatu, converges with Unalaq similarly to how The Core uses Marcy as a host.

I think the similarities are a bit too strong for the connection between these two cartoons to be dismissed quickly.

In this way, I think that the holder of heart may have the most direct ties to the olm that is associated with light. This is not only because of the color scheme, with blue being a commonality, but also because Anne seems to have a much greater connection to her calamity powers than the other two. It also seems that Anne is able to use these powers when she is away from Amphibia, which suggests that this connection may transcend space and time and be associated with this direct connection to an “olm of light." This would also correlate with Legend of Korra, since the avatar has the most direct connection to Raava.

This also may mean that season 3 will end with a battle between light and darkness in order for the trio to return to Earth. This may definitely not happen, but it would be pretty neat. (It might even hint at a fight between The Core (Marcy) and Anne once she returns- if she is even able to return).

Also, I think we have already seen the symbolism for the “light and dark olm.” Here’s what my guesses are:

Light Olm (The Symbol Formed by Stained Glass)

Dark Olm (The Markings on the Flag Behind Yunan)

If there are not two olms, perhaps there are three- one for each calamity jewel- or perhaps there is only one. It may be that depending on what the calamity trio does, the olm can either be a beacon of light or a nightmare of darkness. Now, it seems that the olm- if there is only one- is cloaked in evil and possessing Marcy. This would also explain why King Andrias refers to The Night/The Core as “my lord.”

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Mind-meld of The Core: Possible Implications that Members of the Order Guarding the Calamity Box were Forcefully Fused with “Dark Olm”

I think it is possible that the members of the salamander order who were entrusted with learning about and protecting the calamity box were perhaps forcefully fused with the dark olm or even sacrificed and/or killed by King Andrias in his attempt to gain universe-conquering power; this is what creates “The Core” or “The Night.” This might explain why The Core is described as a combination of many of the brightest minds and may additionally explain why Valeriana, a supposed member of this order, is missing her arm. It could be possible that, in her confrontation with Andrias or The Core, she was able to barely escape and in the process lost her arm. This would support why she is still alive and why Andrias may still be lacking sufficient ability for The Core to attain more power- which is why it was seeking a host and the host needed to be the carrier of wit in order to substitute for the intelligence associated with one of the members of the order guarding or learning about the calamity box.

Now the question is: “Since The Core has nine eyes and these supposedly represent individual minds, how many salamanders might be fused into The Core?” It could be possible that there were eight members of the order who were protecting the box, in a way representing the full nine eyes when including the central eye as the “dark olm.” Since we know Valeriana survived, it could be possible that only seven of the members of the order are contained in The Core and being commandeered by the dark olm for the purposes of evil. Perhaps the toad shown in the photo with Andrias was trying to stop his evil plans and sacrificed himself in order to do so. If this toad was associated with the pink calamity gem, this idea has some merit since Sasha makes a comment about self-sacrifice as well. The words “now look what you made me do,” would be familiar to Andrias if this indeed happened before; perhaps the toad allows Valeriana to escape and is assimilated into The Core, becoming the replacement.

This is probably the most lofty part of my hypotheses presented here, but I think it could be a tiny tad accurate. Now the question is whether there were separate orders dedicated to serving the dark or the light olm (or darkness and light in general), since there are two salamanders shown (above) to have different garments: one representative of The Core as we know it and the other more representative of an amphibian logogram seen throughout the show.

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Indication of Power of Olms- Potentially Serving as the Guardians or Bridges between Worlds

I would also like to draw your attention to some of the “runes” that form when Valeriana uses the calamity staff to recharge Anne’s jewel. The section highlighted in particular seems to reinforce the idea that an olm, possibly associated with light, may be intrinsically connected to the carrier of heart, since this is literally depicted in the runes. I also think that there may be some major significance with this pillar if the trio is going to be able to leave Amphibia.

The imagery here in the runes is further supported by the architecture of the tower, which includes a spiraling and ascending olm-like carving. Notice the correlation between the olm spiraling up the tower and the markings that are formed from Valeriana’s staff. Also, please note that the motif of the frog shown on the Calamity Box is also depicted on the top of this tower, holding what seems to be the center of a portal- or at least the center of portal imagery as we have seen throughout the show.

If this depicts the “Olm of Light,” I think that all three calamity holders will be needed to summon the olm and form the portal here, if that is indeed what is going to happen. The reasoning for this is not only shown in the Calamity box, but also in physics, since the combination of red/pink, green, and blue light will create white light- which could be associated with the power of the light olm. The physics also reinforces a presence of a “light and dark olm,” as additive combination of light will create white light and subtractive combination of light will create an absence of light, or darkness- the dark olm!

Frog with Portal Emblem

Frog with Three Stones

Production of White Light from Red-Green-Blue Light (Additive)

Production of Darkness from Blending Red-Green-Blue Pigments (Subtractive)

Both Compared

Also, notice how the stand that King Andrias places the Calamity Box on looks suspiciously similar to the pillar that was the location of recharging Anne’s stone.

I think the trio will need to have the powers in themselves, rather than in the stones and the box, and participate in some sort of ceremony in order to open a portal at the pillar, allowing all of them to return home safely and not requiring anyone to input codes to operate the music box. This is hinted at by Andrias’ small stand with the traces of the calamity energy trailing up the miniature pillar. The stones would then be analogous to each of the girls charged with their calamity powers.

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Significance of Valeriana as Potential Surviving Member of Ancient Order who Protected Calamity Box

I also think that there is MAJOR SIGNIFICANCE in a small event that we all mostly looked over: when Anne is at the pillar with Valeriana and rescues the mysterious salamander from falling, there is a transformation of color scheme that takes place. This could further indicate at the duality of a dark and light olm, as conjectured previously, and also may indicate that Valeriana will be crucial in communicating with or finding these olms since she may be the only one with the knowledge of their existence and location.

She may also be the only surviving member of the order, as I postulate that the others have been fused into the Core with the “dark olm.” Her missing arm may be a testament to her escape and she now remains elusive in order to avoid being tracked by The Core and Andrias. King Andrias now serves the evil intentions of the “Dark Olm” and does not want the prophecy to transpire in order to ensure that the “Dark Olm/The Core” retains or gains immense power. The plan of King Andrias and the “Dark Olm/The Core” seems to be to conquer other worlds, so by preventing the prophecy from occurring, they may gain more power or ability to accomplish this. Valeriana may be the key to preventing King Andrias’ plan and also the vital source of guidance that the trio needs in order to return home.

It is rather relevant that Valeriana transforms from the dark to the light color scheme after being saved by Anne; this may indicate that Marcy, being controlled by the supposed “Dark Olm,” will need to be saved by Anne (and Sasha) in order to be freed. It could also indicate that there is only one olm and that this olm can be good or evil. If Anne saves Marcy from the “Dark Olm/The Core," it may end up transforming into the Light Olm, catalyzing the plot and also giving Anne a direct reason to save Marcy without killing or harming The Night and Marcy in the process. Perhaps, in saving Marcy and the “Dark Olm” the ancient order of salamanders who were tasked with guarding and learning about the Calamity Box will be freed from The Core and will be able to assist in some sort of ceremony that opens a portal to allow the trio to return home.

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Well, this is all I have to share for now. I am not sure if anyone has already commented on these exact details of the show or if everything I elaborate upon here has already been mentioned by others. I apologize if this is the case, but I was rather excited to share this since it may have some significance in the show. I also want to apologize if I am stating all of the new obvious pieces of information that we have received in season three. I have not seen season three quite yet, so I am unfamiliar with any new information that has been introduced.

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Thank you for reading this post. I hope that you enjoyed taking a glance at my wild postulates and conjectures. :)

Bye for now!

#amphibia #amphibia theory #marcy wu #anne boonchuy #sasha waybright

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Patroclus (1)

Prologue to Achilles (2) and Menestheus (3)

Pair ¦ Technoblade x Reader

Count ¦ 1,221 words

Warning ¦ Blood and war, deaths

Summary ¦ Before Menestheus and Protesilaus, there were just strangers that met in the middle of a long-gone war. History is made in a place where it was meant to be destroyed.

The warmth of the devastation in front of him rivals the nether that he came through. Gunpowder air and rising smoke from destruction that had long passed gives a sense of heaviness in his stomach despite the familiarity of the situation.

The only difference from the usual is the fact that he wasn’t there to witness history, that he wasn’t the culprit of the cataclysm that has befallen to this land.

Technoblade’s grip tightens when he noticed the trembling stop. And when he looks down to his side, he finds your terrified eyes still distant, but a weak grasp clinging to his cape.

You, the only survivor in this war.

He’s heard of a distant land without order, without power. Where freewill and freedom is taken to extremities yet none to counter.

A land filled with anarchy, codenamed Berry.

It was pure irony how a land of daily catastrophe was named so innocently. And whatever history it had regarding its namesake was something that was forgotten in history, something he couldn’t find out even if he cared or tried. How sad for his obvious knack in history.

So Technoblade, with the title of Blood God feared across lands and continents, thought it was an environment befitting of his tendencies. Or at least something that would satiate the recent surge of obsession for violence in his head. It was on the way anyways, nothing wrong with stopping by, passing through just to see and maybe participate in some ‘encounters’ here and there.

However, it appears the battle was done for before it even began for him.

Red hellfire, ashen rain, and smell of violence and defeat invades his senses before he saw the calamity of it all. The vantage point that's smack dab in the middle of the battlefield held up a lone, stained flag, and a living, breathing human.

Dead men tell no tales and there's only one person he can get information about what had happened, so naturally his best course of action was to approach the kneeled figure. Nonchalantly yet undercover cautious if ever they were to strike. "Hello there - "

Thankfully he made his presence known at the perfect distance, as the sound of a sword slashing through air made him stop. A sword's distance away with his hands up, the bearer of the weapon held eyes filled with fear and unhinged adrenaline to fight - despite the obvious fatigue coming from the tremble of the weapon, Technoblade raised his empty hands in a sign of peace. He didn't miss the quick sweep over of their glance all over his person - from his hands, chest, waist, cape, back - before meeting his eyes again.

"Anyways, hello there! You don't happen to know what went down here, would you?"

Oh, but he already knew the answer. So obvious from the way you held on to the pole of the lone flag - white base, three ridged pillars in the middle of orange-blue gradient, and of course the specks of blood - and just how rigid you went from the question. Both parties were able to decipher truths about each other from that small bit of interaction:

You realized he's not from around here and most likely not about to engage in a strife.

And he realized you're not just some bystander to this war, you're very much involved.

"This place is done for," your voice came out more hoarse than he expected, which is nothing at all. "The war killed everyone, anyone else died from the fire."

"Which side won then?" The anarchist watched as you turned around towards the carnage once more - turning your back towards a stranger usually means that they've gained the right amount of trust, or they want to die, he took his chances and made his way next to you - as your hand pulled down at the flagpole to dig it deeper, sturdier to the ground.

"We did," your frustrated expression turned cold and faraway, "I guess, I alone did."

The silence afterwards stretched on at the company of a stranger until the smoke-covered sky turned ever darker. When it felt like it was time to go, Technoblade watched you try to wipe off whatever blood you can off the messy flag before kneeling down and laying 30 cornflowers.

At that time he didn't understand the significance of that amount, but it was important enough for him to count.

And on top of that was a worn book wrapped to fight against rain.

Leaving the once riot of a place to finally rest, Technoblade started his journey with an echo in his footsteps. But for the first time, he didn't mind the stowaway in the rare moment of silence, nor the tension at the grip on his cape.

No bother at all.

The next days coming were peaceful and albeit a bit tense in his opinion, mostly induced by the weird quips and commentary of the voices in his head now that there’s a new companion to appease them. Many questions, many taunts, many compliments - although to be fair, the last one are quite true and well-deserved at the short time he’s gotten to know you.

You can definitely hold yourself well, something he’s easily assumed from your background, but Technoblade’s assumptions can only go so far. As he watched you pull up a bunch of supplies to set up for camp for the night, somehow he didn’t expect your survivalist skills to go past combat mechanics. Which became very obvious in the whole of your journey.

“During the arena days, people usually don’t use thorns in their armor,” you mumbled out of nowhere as he was tending to the campfire across you, voice still low as if minding the lurking shadows in the woods like you were revealing a huge secret. Respectfully, your company turned his full attention to you, urging you to keep going. “Arena takes hours on end, and thorns deplete the durability of the armor faster.”

Technoblade knew combat more than anybody, but the facts (or the facts that he could only take your word for it) you’ve spoken about arena combat taking hours? He couldn’t imagine fighting the same opponent for hours when the ones he usually encountered are dealt in just minutes, even mere seconds!

That ‘stories by the campfire’ became the bridge between you two. What with how he’s so enticed by facts about history and tips about combat that let him ask question after question paired with your sudden confidence to speak up and indulge his company, the night bleed away without the need for rest, only the company of baked potatoes and a brightly lit campfire.

The voices in his head cheered him on for his triumphant success in interaction.

“What type of food do people use in your world?”

“Golden carrots,” your answer came naturally, but you took a second to let out a light giggle with a faraway look in your eyes, “Sometimes cake.”

“How about potatoes?” He thought he was being smooth, it was the perfect transition to his own tenure and he felt the imaginary pats on his back by the voices in his head. But his hope died down when your gaze became downtrodden, hardened, closed-off once again.

There’s still a long way to go.

Still lacking the motivation and time to make write chapters so here's a draft that's been sitting in the dust for a loooong time.

#technoblade x reader #dream smp x reader #mcyt x reader #dsmp x reader #mine:emerald #mine:diamond #gender neutral reader

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no--envies · 3 years

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The destruction of the Tiger Seal and Wei Wuxian’s death

A really popular theory in the fandom is that WWX died destroying the Tiger Seal, either because of an explosion of all the energy it had accumulated or because trying to destroy it affected him to the point that he couldn’t control the resentful energies anymore. This theory often implies the destruction of the Tiger Seal was a relatively fast process and that WWX started to destroy it when the sects besieged the Burial Mounds, because he didn’t want it to fall into the wrong hands.

However, the novel explicitly contradicts this theory:

It wasn’t as though Wei Wuxian, after forging such calamity, had refused to destroy it. However, creating the thing had been difficult enough; destroying it was every bit as difficult, and demanded an incredible amount of his time and energy. Moreover, by then, he already vaguely sensed that his own situation was precarious, and sooner or later, everyone would turn on him. The immense power of the Yin Tiger Tally meant that no one dared touch him while he was wielding it—thus, Wei Wuxian kept it, for the time being. He only split the tally into two, so that anyone attempting to use it would first have to put both pieces together. Furthermore, he decided never to use it without thinking carefully through the consequences.

In all, he only ever used it two times, and both times, it shed rivers of blood. The first was during the Sunshot Campaign, and after the second time, he finally found the determination to destroy it. One half, he completely obliterated. But before he was able to finish disposing of the other, the Siege of the Burial Mounds descended upon him. He had no control over the events that followed.

(Chapter 30, Fan Yiyi translation)

This passage is very clear: WWX had completely destroyed the first half of the Tiger Seal before the siege happened. At the time, he was in the process of destroying the second half, but then he died and couldn’t do anything about it anymore. It’s also stated that destroying the Tiger Seal required an incredible amount of time and energy, which was one of the reasons he hadn’t decided to destroy it earlier.

Given the amount of resentful energy the Tiger Seal contained, it’s not surprising that both creating it and destroying it were such difficult processes. Even a much less powerful object like the bell WWX had made for JL took a long time to create:

Wen Ning, “Young Master, is this what you’ve been making for the past month or so, when you were shutting yourself in the Cave on days upon end?”

Wei WuXian, “That’s right. As long as that nephew of mine carries this bell around, not a single creature whose level is just a bit too low can even think about getting close to him. You can’t touch it. It’ll probably leave you affected for some time as well if you do.”

(Chapter 76, ExR translation)

If a bell that could only protect a person from the weakest creatures took a whole month to create (I assume because a lot of energy needed to be stored in it), how much longer would it take to destroy an immensely powerful artifact like the Tiger Seal, which could even surpass the power of its creator and didn’t recognize a master? We’re talking about something that was forged from a piece of metal that had accumulated resentful energies for centuries and WWX himself admits making it into a usable tool was a long and difficult process. Even destroying just a half probably required a lot of time to gradually dissipate all the resentful energy that was stored in it. Since we know the siege happened three months after the bloodbath of Nightless City - and considering WWX probably had other things to do in the meantime, like strengthening the defenses of the Burial Mounds for the attack he knew would come sooner or later - he had enough time to successfully obliterate one half of the Seal and start destroying the other one. Before he could completely destroy the second half, the sects arrived to besiege him and he had to focus on protecting himself and the Wen remnants.

Moreover, the process of destroying the Tiger Seal didn’t only require a lot of time, but an incredible amount of energy as well. By the time the siege happened, he was probably already exhausted. This would explain why he received a backlash and lost control of his army of corpses, since we know demonic cultivation is affected by the mental state of the one practicing it. Besides, seeing JC - the person who was once like a brother to him - lead the siege meant to kill him and destroy everything he was fighting for didn’t help his mental state at all. All of WWX’s guilt and grief at the time were already a lot to bear, but knowing that his former shidi hated him so much that he took part in the siege as the leader must have shaken him quite a bit. We don't see him sad often, but one of the few times we do is when he gets reminded of JC's role in his death while he's watching a group of kids impersonating them in a game based on the Sunshot Campaign (chapter 32).

I think WWX did what he could to protect the Wen remnants, but his exhaustion combined with his unstable mental state made him lose control of his demonic cultivation and receive a backlash, which led to him being torn to pieces by his own ghost army and dying in a really gruesome way.

The fact that he died because his cultivation method backfired and he was torn to pieces by the corpses he could no longer control is stated in the novel multiple times:

“Rejoice, rejoice! Say, which hero dealt the finishing blow to the Yiling Laozu?”

“Who else could it be? His disciple-brother, Chief Jiang Cheng of the Yunmeng Jiang Sect! [...] Sect Chief Jiang killed his own disciple-brother and destroyed his lair for the good of us all. The Burial Mounds are gone!”

[...]

“But that’s not what I heard. I thought one of his evil tricks backfired and he was shredded to pieces by those ghosts of his. Some say that they bit and tore at him so viciously that by the end of it, his body was no more than a slurry of flesh and bone dust.”

(Chapter 1, Fan Yiyi translation)

After a moment of silence, Wei Wuxian said, “What else have you heard?”

“Jiang Cheng, Clan Chief Jiang, brought people to encircle and besiege the Burial Mounds. He killed you, sir.”

“I have to clarify this. He didn’t kill me. I died because one of my techniques backfired.”

Wen Ning finally lifted his eyes and looked at him directly. “But, Clan Chief Jiang, he clearly—“

“It’s impossible for someone to walk on a lonely, single-log bridge safely and soundly for an entire lifetime. It couldn’t be helped.”

(Chapter 43, Fan Yiyi translation)

Jin GuangYao, “It is true that body sacrifice cannot be proven, but whether or not he is the YiLing Patriarch can. Ever since the YiLing Patriarch had received the cultivation backlash and been torn to dust by his ghouls on the top of the Burial Mounds, his sword was collected by the LanlingJin Sect. But, not long afterwards, the sword sealed itself.”

(Chapter 50, ExR translation)

Some of the things that were said about the first siege - like that JC had dealt the fatal blow to WWX - were untrue, but since the backlash is something WWX himself confirms we can safely take it as a fact. Also, a lot of people were present during WWX’s death and witnessed it with their own eyes, so they knew how he died. JGY, who described WWX’s death as him being “torn to dust by his ghouls”, was probably one of them since the Jin Sect was on the frontline as one of the main forces.

In my opinion, WWX started destroying the Tiger Seal not long after returning to the Burial Mounds. What finally made him decide to eliminate such a dangerous artifact from the world was the bloodbath it had caused at Nightless City. He had originally resolved not to use it unless it was really necessary, but he ended up activating it when he wasn’t clear-headed at all, in a moment of extreme desperation and grief after his whole world had crumbled, his beloved shijie had died and everyone condemned him and blamed him for everything that had happened. He wasn’t proud of all the people he had killed and didn’t want something like that to happen ever again, so he finally resolved to destroy the most powerful weapon he had, which until then he had kept as a deterrent to discourage others from attacking him, since he sensed that sooner or later the cultivation world would turn against him.

He knew perfectly well that destroying the Tiger Seal would leave him in a more vulnerable position (though he still had his demonic cultivation to protect himself and the Wen remnants), but he chose to do it anyway because he knew it was the right thing to do. Such a terrible artifact couldn’t be allowed to fall into the wrong hands under any circumstances, and he knew his own fate was sealed since the sects had already labeled him as the scourge of the cultivation world and sooner or later they would come to besiege him. Instead of perpetuating the cycle of violence, WWX chose to willingly put himself in a more precarious position, but it wasn’t the destruction of the Tiger Seal itself that killed him. It was a series of circumstances that his decision partially contributed to.

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Summary: Wild tells of the gifts the past Champions have given him. All that's left is for the others to witness these gifts.

Warnings: Descriptions of injury, temporary character death.

Notes: Finally got a prompt done. Y'all proud of me? If you are, then know I wrote this instead of Chapter 2 of Succumb because I'm an awful creature who has a solid idea for the entire fic except Chapter 2 and I'm avoiding it. Stop being proud of me now.

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“How about you, Champ?”

Wild blinks from the daze he's fallen into and looks up to see eight pairs of eyes all looking right at him. The moon hangs lazily above them, nothing more than a C-shape tied to the stars to watch them all talk themselves to sleep. Wild’s zoned out of this one, for reasons he can’t really explain why. It’s not that what they’re talking about tonight is particularly dull or offensive. It’s just… well… they’re talking about magic and discussing the common theme that seems most sources of magic that they know has been given to them.

Time and Great Fairies. Hyrule and wise men in caves. Wild’s sure the others all have similar stories, he’s just decided to not listen to them tonight.

“About me?” He asks hopefully. Maybe they have changed topics while he was trying to decide what the woodchip by his boot resembles.

Four leans forward on his knees, wiggling his eyebrows. “Any magical gifts that you’ve been holding out on us?”

Wild tries not to let his disappointment show on his face. “Ah.” He curls his fingers around the hem of his tunic before they could nervously knit with each other on his lap. “Nothing that’s important.”

Besides him, Twilight scoffs. “Nothing that’s important? Cub, either you really are holding out on us or you’re being humble.”

“Wild? Humble?” Warriors snorts. “Perish the thought.”

Wild sighs. “Really, I don’t have any cool stories to tell tonight. I’d much rather listen to you all.”

“Listen, huh?” Four challenges, grinning like an imp. “Who taught Hyrule how to shoot fire from his sword?”

Wild rolls his eyes. “Some old guy in a cave.”

“Actually,” Hyrule says with a soft, apologetic smile, “it was an old man in a basement.”

“What is up with you and old men?”

“Anyway,” Twilight says, giving Wild a hard look, “you’re obviously not listening. Is something wrong? You’re usually more talkative.”

Does Twilight have to be a doting old mother in front of everyone? Wild can feel himself bristling. “Maybe I just don’t feel like talking tonight. Vet isn’t talking and you’re not pestering him.”

“That’s because Vet never talks about himself,” Warriors says, foiling Wild’s entire argument. Legend has a smug look on his face. “Not unless he’s trying to heighten his own ego.” Legend’s smug look falls into a glare.

“Fine,” Legend says. “I’ll tell one. Then Champ can tell one, so that you all will get off both of our backs.”

“It has to be serious, Leg,” Wind butts in, completely oblivious to Wild’s dying hope of getting out of this conversation. “No ‘I got my magic from being super cooler than everyone else’ bull.”

“I wasn’t going to,” Legend snaps. “Besides, I don’t have magic. I have magical items. Which is just as useful.”

“Then what’s that one?” Sky points at the small clay ocarina in Legend’s hands. “You’ve been holding it all night.”

Legend stills and his face softens, and immediately the whole group can tell that whatever that ocarina is, Legend has feelings attached to it. He takes a deep breath. “It’s not very magic,” he says, his fingers rubbing over the holes reverently. “It used to be able to summon a gust of wind to take me wherever I needed to go. It could also awaken the dead under specific circumstances… now it’s nothing but clay. It doesn’t work anymore.”

“Where’d you get it?” Wind asked, and not unkindly. He, like the rest of the group, knows that Legend wouldn’t be holding an item so tenderly if it only didn’t work anymore.

Legend stays silent for a moment, allowing the crickets in the forests to sing uninterrupted. Then, his shoulders fall. “The most beautiful woman I ever met gave it to me. She had the most lovely voice. This… after… after I lost her, I woke up stranded at sea. It was around my neck on a string… it’s all the proof I have that she ever existed.”

Silence hangs over the group like a heavy blanket. Wild can’t help but feel a lob of guilt get stuck in his chest. All he can do is sit and watch Sky lean over and place a hand on Legend’s knee.

“Love is one of the most powerful magics an item can hold, even if it’s just a good memory.”

Legend brings a sleeve to his eye, holding the ocarina tightly with his other hand. “Oh shut it, you sap,” he says through a smile. Sky smiles back, and Wild curls his arms across his chest.

Besides him, Twilight looks at him. Not expectantly, though, but with understanding. Perhaps he knows now why sometimes someone would wish to stay silent during these kinds of nights. Not everyone got magical gifts from old men in caves. Or basements.

But the guilt sits, and no one is saying it’s Wild’s turn to spill some beans. Not even Legend. But how could he stay silent after Legend told something so personal and sad? It’s not fair, even if he’s the only one who thinks so.

He bites the arrow and takes a breath.

“I don’t have magic. I have… blessings. From friends I had before the Calamity.”

For the second time that night, eight pairs of eyes fall onto him.

“I don’t use them much anymore,” Wild continues; somehow his hands have made it to his lap anyways, knitting his fingers together like string on needles, “they gave me everything they had so I could defeat Calamity Ganon. Now that he’s gone, I don’t want to abuse their gifts any longer.”

“I don’t mean to pry…” Four says, “but maybe they gave you everything they had to help you. Maybe they didn’t consider it abuse.”

And somehow, Wild doesn’t feel like Four is prying at all. In fact, it startles a chuckle out of him. “Maybe. But not Revali, that’s for sure. He and I got along worse than Vet and Cap.”

“Not an easy feat,” Warriors says to the others while nudging Legend with his elbow. Legend rolls his eyes. “I’m impressed.”

“What blessing did he give you?” Wild asks. There’s stars in his eyes that always get there when he gets too interested in a story. Though, Wild supposes any story involving a rival-ship greater than their very own Legend and Warriors is something to be interested in.

“It was the power to call upon the gusts of wind he used to command with his powerful wings. He was a Rito, the best there ever was. He could fly into the air without having to jump off of ledges. The wind would carry him up itself, like it belonged to him.”

-o-o-o-o-

Agony is a poison pulsing through Hyrule’s leg. The fall had been great, and it’s a miracle Wild had been there to dive down and at least try to lesson the fall with his paraglider. The ground was weak in these desert-y canyons, and maybe Hyrule shouldn’t have gotten so close to the ledge to warrant his boot’s slipping, but at least Wild was there.

Hyrule’s ankle is broken, or at least badly sprained. Either way, it’s painful enough that he can’t even stand up as Wild paces the bottom of the crevasse they have found themselves in like a pair of cornered animals. The others… they’re close to an hour’s worth of time away. He and Wild were exploring and gathering whatever they could find that might be used as firewood as the sun began to set. It’s been a terribly awful day of traveling in the desert heat, and he and Wild were excited to experience the sunset’s breeze while the others set up camp.

They got too excited. Too far away. There’s no way anyone will hear them if they call. No one will come looking until the sky is black.

And who knows, maybe they won't consider that maybe they fell. Maybe, if they come looking, they won't look down the right scar in the land, and they will burn to death in tomorrow's sun.

“What do we do?” Hyrule asks through an embarrassingly choked voice. He’s been fighting tears since the moment his ankle bent wrongly in their crash landing. He knows Wild will not judge him for sobs, but it doesn’t make it any easier for him to allow any to escape.

Wild sighs and glares up at the lip of the cliff they’ve fallen from. “Any trinkets?” he asks back.

Hyrule bites his lip. He wishes he were like the others and had a trinket for every situation. Legend had promised to give him an old grappling hook he had hoarded away the next time they end up at his and Ravio’s place. “No.”

“Okay,” Wild says. Not angrily. “Okay.”

Determined?

“Champ?”

Wild takes a deep breath and looks down at Hyrule with… fire in his eyes. “I won’t be long. Will you be okay while I fetch the others?”

Hyrule licks his lips and looks down at his leg, already braced with brush twigs and the wrappings that usually decorate Wild’s arms. A cold breeze blows suddenly, making Hyrule shiver and remember the desert only takes what it’s given when it comes to heat. When the sun’s up, it thrives, and when it’s gone…

“Don’t take long,” he replies, even though he doesn’t really know what Wild’s about to do.

Wild nods, shrugging off the cloak he usually always wears and gives it to Hyrule. Hyrule nods his thanks and takes the warm accessory, placing it over his head and wrapping the caped section around his shoulders.

He watches as Wild walks towards the edge of the cliff facing where the others are with camp. Hyrule wonders what he’s about to do as he clings to the edge of the cloak. Wild unfolds his paraglider from his back, baffling Hyrule even more, and widens his stance.

A moment passes. Then another.

Then a gust of wind appears seemingly out from the floor, powerful enough to blow dust back and almost get in Hyrule’s eye if he hadn’t instinctively covered his eyes. There’s a flash of teal through his fingers… then an unfamiliar voice snorts.

“About time, runt.”

By the time Hyrule deems it safe enough to uncover his eyes without getting dust in them, Wild is already high in the air. The miracle gust of wind cyclones in the spot his friend used to be, growing weaker and weaker by the second before it’s gone completely. There’s no sign of whoever made that flash of teal… nor who spoke, but Hyrule doesn’t think too into it as Wild drops his paraglider and grabs onto the upper ledge of the cliff.

Far above him, Wild climbs to safety and looks over the edge. He waves, and Hyrule cannot help the giggle that climbs through his throat as he waves back.

Pain in his ankle be damned, whatever Wild just did was cool, and as Wild turns and runs towards the others he knows he won't be in pain for long.

Not much longer than an hour passes before the others come with their ropes and grappling hooks and worried voices. Wild glides down to him to help carry him up. There’s something about the way he stands that gives Hyrule the feeling that he… realized something today. He gives Hyrule a bottle of health, then helps tie a rope around his waist as his ankle begins to hurt a little less.

As he’s lifted off the ground towards the top of the cliff by his friends, he looks at Wild who is clinging tight to Hyrule’s body like a stronger lifeline than any rope or chain.

“Was that Revali?” He asks, without really thinking.

Wild looks at him with wide eyes, and then a wider smile. “Yeah.”

Hyrule smiles back. “He sounded like an asshole.”

A startled laugh bursts from Wild’s mouth as he throws his head back. “He is an asshole,” he agrees in good nature.

They reach the top. They reach the others. Twilight scolds their ears off the entire way back towards camp, and Hyrule can't stop grinning for his own safety… and for whatever mended in Wild’s heart tonight.

-o-o-o-o-

“What about the others?”

“Well… ah… there’s Daruk. He was one of my oldest friends. The strongest Goron there ever was, though he was a little fearful of dogs.” Wild laughs, as do the others politely; probably imagining the biggest Goron they could be scared of a small fluffy animal. “He had the strength to block anything, and he was always ready to take a blow for the team. Even after… even after… he still protected me. He gave me the ability to call upon even a fraction of that power, that way nothing could hurt me in case my own shield failed. Without him… I would not be here, I’m confident in that.”

-o-o-o-o-

They honestly should have expected an ambush before Warriors was the one to call it out. Four likes to consider himself lucky for coming from a comparatively peaceful time, relatively speaking, but even he should have expected the top of the hill to be lined with determined monsters with big rocks.

The first few moments of watching the boulders come down feels almost like Four is stuck in time. There’s nowhere to run, the expanse of the monsters at the top is too great. Left or right would bring more chances of being hit. They can’t run back down the hill and outrun the danger either. Their only option is to dodge through the rocks until they can get to the top and take out the danger.

Distantly, as time spreads up, Four is aware of Time and Wild each releasing arrows towards the top of the hill, igniting various monsters on fire, but soon it becomes pure chaos. He can only focus on himself as he does his best to jump out of the way of rocks that are much bigger than him. The colors in his brain scream as he tries to remain calm and collected. No Blue, he can’t just jump over the boulders because it will look cool. Red please calm down you’re screaming too loudly. He knows to go left, Green!

It’s a miracle he’s managed to last this long with the confusion. Which is why he’s not surprised when something finally hits its mark. He’s just glad that when the agony of a shattered bone shoots through his body, it’s only his right shoulder that took the brunt of the hit.

Not that he has time to be thankful for that. After the boulder hits into his side, his balance is knocked right out of him. He ends up crashing to the tilted floor in a jumble of limbs and dust. There’s tears in his eyes, and he can barely focus enough to lift himself back up. His entire arm feels like he’s stuck it into the mouth of a dragon—teeth and all. His chest feels tight and his hip all bruised. He wouldn’t be surprised if he’s broken a few ribs as well.

He barely has enough time to look ahead of him from where he lies on the ground. There’s another boulder bouncing right towards him. If… if he doesn’t move now… he will surely die.

But he cannot move. He cannot move because his entire side hurts too badly for him to go at a speed that matters. He closes his eyes and tries to make himself smaller. Maybe, if the goddess decides she likes him today, she will allow the boulder to bounce over him… or something as unlikely.

Either way, he accepts whatever fate he’s about to meet, even as he hears Sky scream his name.

And maybe it’s because he’s a coward and he’s scared, but he opens his eyes to look at his approaching doom. Only… that’s not all that he sees. What he sees is Wild jump out right in front of him with a ball of orange energy surrounding his entire body. A surge of horror swells inside of his belly the moment he sees this. Is Wild serious?!

Then, a heartbeat passes, and the boulder rams right into Wild. What happens next, though, Four would never have guessed. The orange energy explodes in shatters around him. Standing over Wild, however, is a ghostly Goron that’s bigger than anything Four’s ever seen. He shouts as the boulder stops in its tracks, crumbling before his mighty fists.

“I got you, little buddy,” Daruk’s spirit says. Then, the teal spirit disappears with the orange energy, leaving Wild standing there with the shattered remains of the boulder at his feet. Up the hill, Warriors, Legend, Time, and Sky take out the remaining monsters before they can release any more rocks.

Wild turns towards Four with a crazed, adrenaline fueled gaze. There’s a grin on his face though, one that Four finds himself matching.

Next thing he knows, Twilight, Hyrule, and Wild are rushing to his form and shoving various medicine bottles into his face; of which he takes gratefully.

“Thank you, Wild,” Four makes sure to say once he’s finally back on his feet with a makeshift sling over his only slightly aching arm. Wild turns towards him to give a blushing smile. He rubs the back of his neck with his hand.

“I couldn’t just watch you die. It’s the least I could do.”

Four hums. “I’m still thankful. Though… your Goron friend looked big enough to squish me between his fingers.”

Wild grins. “Daruk wouldn’t do that. It’s his hugs you have to watch out for.”

Four’s sure that if Daruk’s hugs are anything like Wild’s, then those hugs would be very tight indeed.

“I will take your word for it, then.”

-o-o-o-o-

“And then there’s Urbosa. She… if you think you’ve met a scary Gerudo, then you haven’t met her.” Wild waves his hands in the air, only slightly aware that he’s getting too invested in this story now. He didn't mean to spill his guts on his past friends tonight, but here he is, living their memory. Passing on their stories to his new friends. He finds he doesn’t mind it as much as he did several minutes ago. He doesn’t know why he was afraid. “She was the leader of her people, and she could summon lightning onto anyone who's ever defied her. She fought armies of Yiga all on her own and came out without a scratch. She’s blessed me with the ability to summon lighting as well. It’s my most powerful attack, and it’s saved my ass more times than I can count.”

-o-o-o-o-

This is bad. Very bad. Time can’t even properly express how bad this is.

An ambush of monsters? That’s manageable. He has confidence in himself and his companions to be able to handle a meager ambush. However, this? This is a whole army of monsters. Lizalfos, apparently, like to group up in camps when they’re not scrambling around in ancient dungeons and temples.

There’s enough to outnumber the heroes five-to-one. It’s not impossible to take them down if they had stuck to the outer edges of the camp and took a good portion of them out with long ranged attacks… however what happened was much less graceful. They walked into the forest, intending to make a camp for the night, just to wander right into a community of Lizalfos armed to the tails.

So now? They’re running; the monsters in an excited chase. Like Time said: This. Is. Bad.

“We lead them to the river,” Warriors suggests, ever thinking of solutions. “We can push them in and weaken their numbers.”

“I say we turn and fight!” Wind shouts. He looks too excited. He pulls a bomb out from his satchel and before Time can say anything, the boy turns around and throws it at their pursuers. There’s a blast, a few screeches, but nothing significant happens. The numbers are too great. Wind is pulling out another bomb.

“The river,” Time says, nodding at Warriors. Wind cheers as another explosion erupts. He leaves the boy to it. As long as he keeps up. “It’s the best bet.”

Time turns his head to tell the others about the makeshift plan, but before he can say a thing Wild looks him straight in the eye. “Have everyone get as far as you can away, I know what to do.”

“What?” Time asks, baffled.

Wild doesn’t explain. He just turns heel and runs the other way towards the enemy.

“Cub?!” Twilight shouts, turning around as well to grab his wayward protégé, but Time grabs his shoulder and keeps him running in the opposite direction. Twilight gives him a panicked look.

“I don’t know what he plans,” Time explains, “but he seems confident. Trust him.”

Twilight swallows and nods. Time shouts at the others to pick up the pace.

Behind him, the Lizalfos screech in delight, a sign they and Wild have now met face-to-face.

Whatever you’re about to do, wild one, do it now.

He doesn’t have to wait long. The smell of ozone becomes intoxicating all within a heartbeat. The hairs at the back of his neck rise as the sky goes impossibly dark for the time of dusk that it is. Then, light flashes all around him in thunderous claps. He can barely hear the sound of screaming monsters over the bolts. Time can’t help but stop in his tracks and turn, lifting a hand above his brow to see green lighting like he’s never seen before attacking the earth through the trees.

As soon as it begins, it ends, and the sky brightens with silence.

Time doesn’t waste time running forward. What he finds when he runs towards the small clearing Wild had met the monsters in is something he will never forget. Static energy seems to curl around his hand, raised into the air and on the end of a snap. Beside him stands a tall Gerudo woman, cloaked in a ghostly aura, her back towards the others and her hand on Wild’s shoulder in triumph and fierce protection. There’s nothing but black, charred corpses of monsters around them.

Time watches, as do the others, transfixed as Urbosa looks down at Wild and smirks.

“You should have called earlier, my desert flower.”

-o-o-o-o-

Everyone looks so transfixed, that Wild almost moves on without really thinking about it. Only… the words catch in his throat. He finishes telling of Urbosa, and just… freezes. His hands are back in his lap, wringing each other out.

He was so engrossed with his own stories that he’s forgotten that while he loves each of his past friends equally… not all are so easy to talk about.

The others must sense his inner struggle, as none of them call out his sudden silence. He knows that if he decided to stop now and not tell them of his last blessing… they would not argue. They must know this pause is similar to when Twilight stops talking about his adventure when he reaches the point where he meets a mysterious companion. Similar to when Time pauses in his magical tales of his childhood. Similar to when Sky looks off in the distance with his voice trailing off as he tells of special places in the sky.

It’s a pause of loss. A pause of something cherished. A pause of something that you fought so hard for, but will never come back.

A hand falls on top of his own. He recognizes the shape of Twilight’s calluses without having to look up at him. “You do not have to force yourself to continue,” he says.

Wild shakes his head. “I’m alright. I can continue…”

A beat of silence. Wild takes a breath.

“Last is… Mipha. Not only was she the most beautiful Zora I’ve ever met, but also the most beautiful soul. She… would always be there for me… whenever I got hurt. She could heal my wounds better than any potion. I…” his throat bobs, the words are no longer coming. “I cannot bring myself to tell of her gift. It’s too special. I pray I never have to use it again, nor must any of you witness it.”

-o-o-o-o-

Twilight didn’t know what to think when the attack had begun. It didn’t start with a shout. It didn’t start with the enemy running screaming out from the shadows of the trees with swords raised. It didn’t start like any kind of monster attack that Twilight had grown so used to.

It’s probably why they were unprepared for an attack by something smarter than monsters. Something that has no problem sitting quietly in the trees, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. He’s heard that there’s a group of former Sheikah in Wild’s world who have it in for the hero’s life, he just never really expected to meet them.

That’s probably why the arrow met it’s mark too. They’ve all grown accustomed to the sloppy ambushes put together by monsters. It’s the only thing Twilight can think of to justify how none of them saw it coming until there was a thwip of a feathered arrow flying through the air… and landing with a thunk in Wild’s stomach.

Wild fell to the ground, and with a flash of cards and light appeared several Yiga Clan members. Nobody stopped to stare. It was pure rage from the heroes at that point, and as soon as it began the Clan members all put their hands together and retreated into seemingly thin air. It all ended about as soon as it began.

And the only thing he could think about now is Wild laying there on the ground in a growing pool of his own blood. The arrow still sticks out of his midsection, undoubtedly having hit something important judging by the trail of red going down the corners of his mouth.

Twilight is the first to run up to his side, but thanks to the quick thinking of Warriors, he’s not the first to offer a way of healing.

However, by the time the bottle of the red potion reaches his life stained lips… it’s too late. Twilight can only stare in horror as the light leaves Wild’s eyes.

The Yiga Clan… they’ve succeeded… and everyone knows it when Warriors falls backwards in defeat to sit on his heels, looking down at the full bottle of healing in his hands. Sky falls to his knees. Hyrule chokes a cry. Twilight's sure the rest of them are feeling their own reactions of grief, but he can no longer pay attention to anything but his own.

He’s… he’s failed. The one person he swore he would protect… pass on his ways… his stories… his teachings… it’s all for nothing. All it is now is a gaping hole in his heart. His cheeks are wet with tears that came too quickly.

Suddenly, something happens. There’s a flash of teal, and somewhere behind him someone gasps. Twilight can only watch with wide, tear-drowned eyes, as the teal swirls around into the glowing form of a beautiful Zora.

All eyes are on her, but hers are on Wild. There’s a fondness to her face that could be mistaken for sadness. Her hand brushes his cheek, and to Twilight's surprise Wild blinks and breathes in a soft breath. The hole in his stomach glows bright blue… and the arrow dissipates in shining bubbles.

“I will always heal you when you need me, my love.”

Then, she’s gone before anyone, including Wild, can respond.

Wild slowly raises himself to his elbows, blinking and smiling sheepishly like he’s never gotten even a scratch.

“I’m sorry you all had to-” he begins, but Twilight cuts him off by launching himself forward and wrapping the idiot in his arms. Mipha’s gift, the one he wouldn’t tell them about because it was too special, the one he never wanted them to witness…

He’s such an idiot.

“Shut up,” Twilight says through a tight breath. “Thank the spirits… just let me hold you.”

Wild doesn’t say anything, he just returns the embrace and the hold just as tightly.

Thank Hylia and all of the goddesses for this miracle. Wild clearly has friends that care so much about him that they would protect him fiercely even after their deaths. Twilight knows that from now on, he will spend his nights praying thankfulness to them. Wild is a formidable hero, one of the best in fact, yet Twilight can only imagine where he would be without these gifts. Imagining it makes his gut twist, however, so he squeezes his hold just once before letting go.

He smiles at the younger boy, and Wild smiles back, everything that needs to be said being translated there alone. You scared me. I’m sorry. Don’t apologize, just be more careful. No promises… but I will try.

The wordless conversation passes between them in a moment, and the moment is broken by Wind pouncing onto Wild. Wild, the poor boy, is shoved straight onto his back from the force of the tackle, yet he’s laughing as Wind calls him an idiot over and over. Everyone else gathers as well, to tell him they’re glad he’s alive in their own ways. Time places a hand on Twilight’s shoulder and shares a knowing look.

“Let’s set up camp early tonight,” he says, and Twilight cannot help but agree.

As Time announces the plan to the others, separating the others and telling them to give Wild some space, Twilight lets his heart calm. Wild always says he was alone in his adventures, but now he knows that that wasn’t all true. He also knows now why Wild doesn’t abuse the abilities his friends gave him.

With a silent vow, he promises Revali, Daruk, Urbosa, and Mipha that he will work harder to protect their boy. For now, Wild has been barred from making dinner tonight, and Twilight has to be sure that Hyrule gets nowhere near the cooking pot.

#linked universe #hero of the wild #jin writes #fanfiction #violence tw #temporary character death #ficlet #blood tw

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shadyteacup · 3 years

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Helloooo, can you do headcanons on Dazai having a strong S/O (ability wise) like nearly as strong as Chuuya? Cause isn't he a literal God lol. Thank you :]

Hewo! I had a lot of fun writing this...it almost turned out to be a oneshot :p , but dw, I managed to turn it into hcs :D

Here u go~

Thunderstruck⚡

Dazai x gn!reader

Reader has a strong ability...like, rlly cool 😎 it's my dream ability

This man is head over heels.

He loves how you scream over a cockroach but can rip people to shreds at the same time.

Since you didn’t mention any specific ability, I have gone ahead and given you a lightning ability.

Arahabaki is the god of calamity, that combined with Chuuya.

Raijin is the God of lightening. Your ability is pretty similar to His powers.

You can control the place, time and method of a lightning strike. You can also produce it on the spot and shoot it from your hands...kinda like Palpatine.

Your eyes turn arctic blue, with your hair flowing around you. You look like a literal Goddess/God.

He was mesmerised when he witnessed it in action for the first time.

You and Dazai were walking through Yokohama, observing the internal beauty of the city via small lanes and random alleyways.

Hand-in-hand, you two were chatting about how Dazai hadn’t tried the Napolitana pasta yet, despite living in a city that was rumoured to have invented the dish.

That’s when Dazai pulled you around a random corner and shielded you from the view of the road you two were originally walking on.

You knew better than to speak at such a moment and decided to observe and try to pick any signs of being followed.

Sure enough, you could hear faint footsteps come to a stop right at the corner, you two still being shielded by the corner. You both waited with bated breath, and after a while, the person went away.

Relieved, you were about to walk out of your hiding place, when a barrel placed itself on your head from behind. Your eyes widened and you froze in place. Dazai noticed the unknown presence and looked behind only to find you being held a hostage.

“Long time, Mr. Executive!”, the man holding you hostage said as he grinned at Dazai.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in prison, Ito san?”, Dazai said, offering him his own smile.

You could easily read through his façade. The smile was only a mask, covering his panic and fear. You had no experience in fighting, and Dazai was no match for this man. He had fought him earlier, but that was when he had Chuuya by his side. Dazai can come up with a spectacular and manipulative plan, and Chuuya, or his current ada partner, Kunikida, can execute it, considering their brawn. He was the brains, and his partners had always been the brawn. He can fight the occasional criminal, but Ito was a feared enemy of the mafia, who was both mentally and physically strong. He had always assumed that the mafia had caught him, and sent him to jail, thanks to the mafias feared double black, but apparently, he had gotten away, or had found a way to break out of prison.

“prison isn’t a place for a man like me; you of all people know that. So, I left! Decided to say hello to an old friend, now that I’m back.”

He moved his gun from your head, dragging it down to your chin.

“Turns out, my visit might actually kill two birds with one stone.”

Understanding the hidden meaning behind his words, Dazai tensed up. He couldn’t let him hurt you. He had to get you out f here. But how is he going to do that? There is no way out of this without either of you getting hurt. He must protect you, but what must he do?

You chuckled.

“Something funny, pretty thing?”

“Actually, yes.”, you say, “Do you know who you’re threatening?”, you smirk, your tone dangerously low and intimidating.

“You’re playing a dangerous game; Ito-san, wasn’t it?”

The man grabbed your chin, turning you to face him.

“I was going to let you go, but I suppose your naivety deserves a bullet to the head!”

You smiled, activating your ability.

A sudden jolt of electricity travelled into his body. Yelping, he let go of you. Using this window of opportunity, you kicked the gun out of his hand and pushed yourself away from him. Dazai quickly grabbed your arm, pulling you away from the man, and out of the alley. His main intention was to get you away from here. Away from danger. He hadn’t understood what had just happened, but he decided that right now, running was the best course of action.

You two turned multiple corners, crossed many junctions, and ended up at an open field. Beyond the field, a few blocks away, was a metro station. You two could head to safety from there. All you had to do was cross this abandoned field and get in the metro.

Multiple men, clad in a uniform of sorts, emerged from the shadows, circling you both.

“Thought you could run away, did you?”, Ito stepped into the circle, a proud smirk on his face.

“You will face the consequences for destroying my gang. We never broke apart, you see. All of us are back. And we will take over the mafia, defeat the ada, and control this city.”

“Good luck with that.”, you say as you let go of Dazai’s hand, ignoring his warnings to stay back. Kinda like that scene with odasaku :')

You spread your arms wide, activating your ability. Bolts of lightning shot out from your fingers, hitting a few of the men, dropping them to the ground.

The men had no time to react as you swiftly raised yourself off the ground, hovering over them, and unleashed your signature move, striking them with a large bolt of lightning from the sky.

The head of the group, Ito, activated his own ability, the ability to control metal. Multiple guns aimed themselves at you and began shooting.

You created a shield around yourself, effectively blocking the hundreds of bullets.

Meanwhile, Dazai sneaked behind the others, incapacitating them.

You continued to fight Ito, blocking his attacks, and sending a couple bolts his way, while simultaneously attacking the others. The field was a mix of bullets, sharp scraps of metal, and bolts of electricity.

At the end, Dazai sneaked up behind Ito, nullifying his ability, and knocking him out.

To say that he was surprised would be an understatement.

He had heard of an ability that controlled lightning, but this was his first time witnessing it in action.

'Heaven's Fury' was the name of your dangerous ability.

He thought it suited you very well..

You are calm and composed, but when angered, you can unleash madness upon your enemies.

You were always so elegant, and seeing you like this, using your powers and fighting atleast 20 people at once, he couldn't help but admire your majestic beauty.

Your ability gives me 'They tell me I'm a God, I'm lost in the façade, Six feet off the ground' vibes.

Dazai agrees with my opinion.

You look like a deity.

He liked the idea of protecting you, yes, but he found it so hot that you could protect yourself.

Hell, he now knows that you can not only protect yourself, but also take out an entire city on your own.

He would be much at peace now, knowing that he doesn’t quite have to worry so much about any past enemy of his taking revenge. You were stronger than almost all his enemies.

Will praise you, 24/7. He wouldn’t stop talking about it.

He wonders why you didn’t tell him, and you merely shrugged saying that he never asked.

He would brag about you to all his friends(ada members)

He would never tell anyone other than the ada members, though, as he doesn’t want anybody to do some research and find out a way to defeat you.

He prefers it to be an element of surprise and catch the enemies off-guard.

Loves watching the shocked and scared faces of those that decide to wrong you, leading to you using your formidable ability on them.

If you aren’t a part of the ada, he would definitely think that you’d be a great addition to the organization.

He would never ask you join, though. He wants you to be as safe as possible. It doesn’t matter whether or not you have a strong ability, he just wants you out of harm’s way.

Besides, using your ability can take a toll on your health too.

He just wants to see you happy and safe.

If you decide to join the ada, he will try to talk you out of it.

If you’re absolutely sure of your decision, he wouldn’t stop you.

Instead, he will accompany you on all your missions, and will ask Atsushi to come along too.

He is aware that you are extremely strong and don’t need anyone, but he will constantly worry about you, which is why he accompanies you.

Don’t get him wrong, he really loves you and trusts you, but he is just so worried.

So, don’t oppose him when he joins you, please. Poor baby is just really concerned for your health.

Will call up Chuuya and brag about you to him.

“My Belladonna is much stronger than you, chibi-kun ;p”

If you’re taller than Chuuya, Dazai will tease the hell out of poor hat man.

He'll be like,"LOL shorty XD. My s/o is both taller and stronger than you!!"

If you're not taller, it will still be hell for poor wine boy.

"I can't believe that you're weaker than my s/o! They're so much better than you, LOL"

"Shut up, bastard!"

"Pathetic chuuya.. You literally have a God inside you, and you're still weaker! LMAO"

I feel bad for chu chu :(

But, oh well, that's just them, ig :)

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star-ocean-peahen · 2 years

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okay I know I said I would write that meta post about age of calamity later but FUCK IT IM DOING IT NOW FOR SOME REASON

Uh so I said in the last post that the places where Age of Calamity shines are the ones where it’s different, not the same. And I think that that would not be the case if Age of Calamity was a true prequel, but since its story hinges on diverging from the Breath of the Wild timeline, it fits perfectly.

What do I mean by this? Well, the obvious. The Champions live, Zelda kicks ass (!!! this will be important later !!!), Link pulls the Master Sword during the game instead of before, new characters, THE ENTIRE GAME IS A HACK’N’SLASH (duh Lassie) but also in more subtle ways.

The colors are more saturated. The camera is faster. Link is less prominent and has a far different story. There is a stress on unity and change.

And all these things point towards a divergence from Breath of the Wild.

Now this one is more of an opinion, but the places where it takes directly from Breath of the Wild feel weaker to me. Zelda awakens her powers out of ‘love’ (will talk about this later but she’s literally screaming Link’s name it’s supposed to call to mind the other time she awoke her powers). We get reminded that Zelda is Smart™ and a Scientist™ even though it is largely irrelevant. As they appear, the characters seem not to have changed between the games.

Oh yeah and they literally grabbed the new champions from the BOTW timeline which I actually forgot about since it didn’t really change anything.

So then, if Age of Calamity is better when it does its own thing, how does that affect my ideas of how it should have been? Well take a look-

Age of Calamity should revolve around doing your own thing.

By which I mean, causing change. Doing something, taking your destiny into your own hands, defying destiny, defying expectations, defying the unfair roles which you have been forced into.

In Age of Calamity, you always feel like you’re doing something, be it killing monsters, rescuing friends, learning new techniques, helping people in need.

In contrast, Breath of the Wild is quiet. It’s wild and open and free. It’s about learning what you’ve lost after the world has moved on, and helping it do that.

Breath of the Wild is about loss and the acceptance of that loss. Age of Calamity should be about loss and the rejection of that loss (I don’t think anyone will recognize that but in case you do yes I was that anon.).

And how better to show off this divergence than embodying it in Zelda? (warning: massive Zelda tangent coming up)

In the beginning of the game, in the Breach of Demise stage, Zelda enters combat though she’s unarmed and never been trained to do so. She takes the Sheikah Slate, the symbol of her autonomy and ability, and uses its power to fight very unconventionally because she can’t stand to sit passively and watch. It wasn’t designed for battle, but with her ingenuity and wits she twists its purpose and uses it for that.

Now, I may be biased, but I’d like Zelda’s arc in Age of Calamity to be centered around combat rather than innovation like in Breath of the Wild. It’s still something she chooses for herself that others (*cough* Rhoam *cough*) would rather not she pursue and something that can allow her to grow independently.

And the moment she gets her powers, right before she dramatically screams “LIIIIIIIINK!”, she cries to herself “I must act!”. I’d choose to think that it’s Zelda’s choice to act, to do something, to not allow anyone else she loves to die for her, that ultimately unlocks her powers.

But let’s take it a step further, shall we? What if, instead of running and POOF MAGIC POWERS, she takes her stand alongside her hero? She turns on her Sheikah Slate, hikes her dress up, and battles the blights with only her wits and courage?

What, if this act of wisdom and courage, unlocks the power she needed?

oh boy i have another post to make about how this all ties into the triforce metaphor don’t i

ANYway, Zelda gets her powers because of her own choice to act. And this is where I would really start shaking things up, because this is where Age of Calamity decided to stick to the status quo.

Remember when Zelda stood on the battlements of Fort Hateno and commanded the army (and stole my heart)? When she decimated armies with the pure, weaponized energy of the Triforce? When she summoned a missile of pure light so powerful it vaporized anything it touched?

When I was so sure we were going to get a Zelda who leads and defends her country like the queen she was born to be?

But then Rhoam was alive and Zelda didn’t even get a chance to admit he neglected and hurt her before she forgave him. But then her official princess dress that she is encouraged to wear for the rest of the game is that ill-fitting, impractical, downright ugly prayer dress. When it wasn’t her powers or her choices that saved the day, but her tears.

So let’s fix that, shall we?

Rhoam died. He died when he did and when Zelda believed he did and when we all believed he did and when we hoped he did.

Zelda gets something else to wear. Not her practical research clothes, those belong to the freedom and curiosity of her counterpart in the other timeline. Ideally it would be some light armor, but since it would almost be guaranteed to have a boob plate or something we can make do with her royal regalia dress that we almost never see (and I know it’s also impractical but her ancestors did the same and it’s par for the course).

AND-and bear with me, Breath of the Wild Zelda cut her hair to symbolize letting go of the broken expectations and burdens on her. Age of Calamity Zelda should braid or tie or ornament her hair to symbolize rebelling and rising above the broken expectations and burdens on her.

Breath of the Wild Zelda lost her powers to symbolize letting go of her burden. Age of Calamity Zelda should master her powers to symbolize taking control of her burden.

And duh AOC Zelda beats the shit out of Ganon with Link at her side.

Idk there’s more changes I would make but I can’t think of them right now. WARRIOR QUEEN ZELDA LET’S GOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

#uh so obviously I didn't think this out #before I wrote it #but I wrote it din damn it and so im posting it #these are only some of my thoughts #oh yeah and i fucking love age of calamity #botw #breath of the wild #loz #legend of zelda #aoc #age of calamity #why yes i am purposefully tagging this with the acronym that happens #to be the initials of a hot-issue politician #let's spread some confusion shall we #meta #who gave the peacock a pen

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