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somelokivariant · 11 months

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from this post, @sebbianas

November 1st 1981

Remus woke up in Grimmauld place, the pillow next to him cold, his world broken. He was too late. James. Dead. Lilly. Dead. Peter. Dead. And Sirius. Sirius…

There was still a war to be fought, but Remus couldn't see the point of getting out of bed. Voldemort could take him right there. James. Dead. Protecting them as he always did. Lilly. Dead. For the love of her son. Peter. Dead. Poor collateral damage, wrong place wrong time. Sirius. Poor Harry who Dumbledore whisked away to who knows where. James. Dead. Lily. Dead. Pe- He was interrupted by an owl coming through his window. It brought a note from Dumbledore. Asking him away on a task for the order. Fuck that. Fuck Dumbledore. Wanting me to- to… I already did this. It was the same note from yesterday. Remus thought this was some joke. Who would-

He got up to find out. The place was clean, save for the maps and papers and order shit strewn everywhere. There was no pile of empty bottles he left on the kitchen floor last night. He was in clean clothes. And there were children tp-ing houses for halloween outside.

He couldn't help the small bit of hope he felt. It was already mid-day but. If this was really October 31st all over again. He could… He grabbed his wand, some floo powder, and headed straight to Godric's Hollow. He could stop Sirius.

“Oh! Remus! We weren't expecting you, how nice!” Lilly was holding a startled Harry when Remus stepped out of their fireplace. James was out of the room. Answering the front door he thought. “He’s here.” Lily's face dropped at his grave tone. “What?” “Look, Yesterday was Halloween and- and- but then today I woke up, and it was still halloween again, so-” “Remus please, slow down I’m not sure I understand?” “I guess how I got here isn’t as important, the thing is-” He couldn't bring himself to say it. “It's Sirius. He’s, he’s working for Voldemort. And tonight, you died.” Lily looked taken aback. “Sirius? Are you sure? He would never do that to James. He would never do that.”

They were interrupted by an explosion from outside. That was Sirius’ voice. That was Peter. A loud knock sounded at the front door. Lily looked up at Remus. Then down, to James' wand on the couch beside her. A flash of green, and a thud. There was nothing left but to grab Lilys hand and run upstairs. It was basically pointless, there wasn't anywhere for them to go. He stood blocking the door to Harry's nursery, watching Voldemort's figure saunter slowly towards them. A silent spell knocked Remus to the other side of the room. “I only want the boy.” “Not my son. Please. Take me.” She pleaded. She fell limp. Voldemort stepped over her body, to Harry and Remus. “You-” The world went black.

October 31st 1981 for the third time

Remus woke up in Grimmauld place again.

Empty bed. Clean apartment. Owl at the window. Let's do this again.

He took the floo network back to James place. He didn't have time to explain. He saw James' wand on the couch. I’m so sorry Prongs. But it's what you would have done. Remus grabbed Lilly and Harry and apparated a couple houses down. They could see a flash and then smoke from where they were. “Remus! What-” “Lilly, listen, it's Sirius and Voldemort they-'' Another green flash. “I need to get you and Harry out of here.” He told her to apparate to Grimmauld place, and he’d follow. He watched her disappear, and turned to look back at where Peter and James would be lying lifeless. Instead he came face to face with Voldemort. He perked his nose as if smelling him. “The werewolf. Tell me, where is the child?” Remus just turned his chin up and stared. “Tell. me?” Remus felt a bubbling sensation in his throat. His mind went numb, and he heard his address fall senselessly out of his mouth. He fell to the ground, and the world went black.

October 31st 1981 take four

Remus woke up, and immediately thought: James. He ran out of their fireplace, grabbing James wand and towards the front door. Oh how comforting it was just to see James standing there, bright and slightly disheveled as he always was. Remus pushed him over before he could open the door. “Moony! Wh-” The explosion outside. “It’s him.” He pushed James' wand into his hand. “Him- Wha- Take Lilly and go.” “Tried that, we need to fight him. Right here.” James looked a little confused, but he never turned down a fight. He gave a firm nod, and the two of them stepped outside.

The block was a ruin, fires, broken buildings, people… And Voldemort, standing there. Remus and James started firing curses, but he just deflected them as if they were nothing. They were yelling, taking a step closer with each arm wave and spell. “Make this easier for yourselves. Just let me see the boy.” James would rather die. And Remus would do whatever to stand by his side. Eventually Voldemort got tired of them pestering him, and Remus watched James fall beside him. Then he too crumpled to the ground as everything went black.

October 31st 1981 part 74

It's been too long. Remus has watched James, and Lily die too many times. He has died too many times. He didn’t want to do it again. But he was getting a second chance (again) and he would use it. He figured his last option was what he's been avoiding this whole time. He would go to the source. And he would face Sirius.

He dragged himself out of bed, took one last look at the empty pillow next to him and headed to Godric's hollow. He marched straight through the Potter’s house, intending to confront Sirius before his first attack. He kept a steady pace, but inside he was panicking at the thought of fighting Pads. He spotted him around the corner of someone's house. “Mr. Black!” Sirius looked up startled, and made to pull Remus into the alley with him. “Moons! I’ve made a terrible mistake.” “Don’t “moons” me! And yes you have. How could you?” Remus pulled into a dueling pose. It hurt too much and he couldn't scold Sirius anymore. “You betrayed us “loyal” Black.” He wanted to hurt him. No hex was bad enough. He could've used an illegal curse. But at the same time he couldn't. Not a bone in his broken body would allow him to hurt Padfoot. “Moony. It wasn’t me. We switched. Peter was the secret keeper. The little rat is working for them.” They both stood there, splotchy vision and voices thick from tears. Remus with his wand raised, cornering Sirius looking like a puppy against the wall. “Look.”

They both peeked around the corner to watch Peter knocking on the door to James and Lily's house. James opened the door, a smile on his face at his friend. Till Voldemort appeared. James reached for his wand, but Remus knew it was back on the couch with Lily and Harry. It wouldn't stop their headstrong friend. He prepared to fight but fell to the ground with a flash of green. Voldemort stepped inside and not long afterwards they could hear Lily's scream with another green flash.

Sirius stepped forward and the block exploded. Through the fire Remus watched Peter cut his hand and transform into a rat, leaving Sirius in the middle of the block looking like a mad man.

James and Lily were dead. Baby Harry was upstairs alone and wailing. Peter would be declared dead. And Sirius would be held responsible. Remus watched it all happen, and now he understood. He couldn't stop Sirius because he didn't have to. He turned his wand on himself.

October 31st 1981 for the 75th time

Remus woke up in Grimmauld place like he’d intended. He only had to save one person tonight.

He made it to the Potters' place. He said hi to Lily and James. Told them he was leaving for an Order task and just needed to pass through. It broke his heart, but he hugged them goodbye knowing it would be their last. Their fate was sealed. Holding back tears he made it outside and hid out where he saw Peter last night. He waited there till the block exploded. He watched Peter back away from the Potters door. But before he could transform, Remus stepped forward and called him out. He looked over with that stupid scared expression of his. “Petrificus totalus!” Peter fell over and Remus stepped above his head, looking down his nose simply disappointed. He didn't say anything, just stepped over him and walked defeated to where Padfoot was. “C’mon Pads. Aurors will be here soon.” He grabbed Sirius hand and the two of them started their way back home.

Their world was broken. His best friends were dead. Peter would be convicted, and they would testify against him. Remus stared at Sirius’ black hair on the pillow beside him. The war was not quite over, but he had his Padfoot, and they were safe.

and they adopted Harry and lived happily ever after the end 🥰

hope this is what you were thinking op <3

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bokettochild · 1 year

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To Wield The Master Sword

Okie, so, TP manga has me thinking and thrumming, so here we go, a fic about the boys discussing the Master Sword!

The manga showed me some parallels between warriors and Twilight and their relationships with the sword, and I wanted to write about it, but also include the contrast of Legend's relationship with the blade, because his is more like Sky's than most of the others'. There is some obligatory Wild angst and bitter Time, of course, but also a fun littol theory I've recently had that I threw in on the side :)

Hope you enjoy!

Ao3 Version

"Vet, are you okay?”

It’s quiet, the camp usually is after dinner. Sometimes someone decides they want to tell a story, like Four with his octorocks or Wild’s many, many, many shenanigans, but tonight they don’t. Tonight, most of the camp sits about, watching the fire and enjoying the peace. They’re tired, all of the heroes are. It’s been a long day and the battle they’d fought against a monster camp had left some nasty injuries. Nothing fairies and potions couldn’t fix, but it still leaves the heroes exhausted; too exhausted to chatter or fuss much.

Except Four, because Four’s mind must be spinning right now, so of course he’s looking for a distraction. Of all the distractions to choose though, Legend has no clue why the smithy chooses him.

“Vet?” Time repeats from across camp, concern in the old man’s face that so rarely appears for anyone outside The Trio, “something the matter?”

It’s probably the way he stares silently across camp, eyes fixed on the Master Sword, that has them worried, and when one points it out, the others look as well until Legend sits back, dragging a hand over his face and shaking himself slightly.

“Legend?” Hyrule asks, quiet and soft, voice tinkling like a bell.

The veteran hero sighs, dragging a hand through his hair, eyes falling shut for a moment to recover from having stared, unconsciously, for so long without blinking. “Just thinking.”

“About?” Warriors challenges as he adds a bit of kindling to the crackling fire they gather around, casting strange shadows dancing across his face the closer he stands to it. His scarf is so going to catch fire if he doesn’t step back soon.

“The Master Sword,” Legend answers, words immediately drawing the attention of the Chosen Hero, who looks up from the carving he’d been working over to glance at the sword laid carefully beside him.

“What about her?” Sky asks.

The vet blinks, eyes taking a moment to focus, but when they do they rest on the sword again, a frown furrowing his brows and pushing them low over snapping violet, nearly the same shade as the blade’s very hilt. “Our relationships with her,” he answers, hand dropping from his hair as he leans forward, arms resting over his knees and hands left hanging as he continues to stare at the sacred weapon. “None of us seem to think the same way about her, do we?”

Gazes are exchanged while others avoid the eyes of their brothers, but Sky in particular trails sapphire eyes over each and every one of them, curious but guarded; they've all heard Time’s opinion about the sword after all.

“I suppose we do,” the old man in question hums, one brow arching as he regards the young veteran curiously. “What about it?”

“I just...” the vet shakes his head. He doesn’t need to expand on how much he knows, just wave it off like he does with most things he really shouldn’t know, “it’s just a thought.”

“You’re right though,” Four muses, tapping at his chin. He's probably latching hold of the subject matter to get the voices in his head to still, or at least to focus on the same thing all at once rather than trying to balance their different trains of thought and opinions all at once. “I've never wielded it, and Hyrule’s only held it once, but I suppose all the rest of you have used the same sword, haven’t you?”

“Not the whole time,” Twilight corrects, leaning back into his seat, his protégé resting beside him and watching him closely, curiously, “I carried the Ordon Sword for a good portion of my journey.” His callused hand closes around the hilt of the afore mentioned sword like it’s a habit, warmth in his voice when speaking of the blade. “’s a trusty thing, forged by the best smith in the kingdom.”

Twilight’s adoptive father, Legend’s mind supplies despite himself.

“I carried a borrowed sword to start mine off,” Wind offers, “but I got the Master Sword towards the end of things. I didn’t get to keep it long though.”

It’s telling who calls the sword ‘it’ and who uses ‘she’ or ‘her’.

“Sky must’ve had her all along,” Warriors observes, shooting one of his best smiles at the gently smiling god-slayer, “after all, she likes him best.”

The sword can’t talk, not to normal Hylian ears anyway, but she does chime softly at the words. Sky’s eyes soften at the sound, ears twitching slightly as he lays one hand on the hilt of the blade, familiar and fond, but bittersweet for reasons Legend knows well.

“Doesn’t care much for you, it seems,” Twilight remarks, smirking over at the captain in the way he only ever shows Warriors. Legend himself gets something a bit more disapproving, but fond, something warning and yet amused, like Twi is used to dealing with someone like him and knows that egging them on only asks for more trouble than otherwise. With the captain though, he eggs away, and Warriors always responds.

“We got along alright,” the captain shrugs, trying to seem unbothered and failing horribly. Legend knows he isn’t the only one who can sense the unease to the man as he stands before the fire, watching it rather than stepping back to his seat, shoulders tight. “I mean, once we understood each other.”

“How long did that take?” Hyrule asks, genuinely curious.

Legend doesn’t miss the slight flinch, or the way the captain’s jaw stiffens. “Too long, in my opinion. Like I said before,” and there’s his charming smile again, directed at the traveler and sneaking past Hyrule’s defenses, appealing to the younger’s childhood fantasies of knights in shining armor with charm and wit to spare (that Legend is spoken of as one of those knights will never not make him question the sanity of the generations to follow his own), “I wasn’t the wisest about wielding her. The Master Sword grants you power when you hold it in your hands, as you felt-”

The other heroes shift. Four is curious, listening with his head tipping ever so slightly on one side. Hyrule is most certainly intrigued, but Time’s eyes flit down, lips and brows twitching into a scowl. Unlike their mentor though, guilt lines the faces of both the rancher and champion, Wild’s eyes heavy on the captain’s shoulders as the man turns to better face Hyrule, thus missing the laden stare of their newest. Twilight’s different though; Twilight winces, hands squeezing the grass as he bites his lip, gaze fixes on something Legend can’t see, pain in his eyes that he’d question if Ravio hadn’t already passed on everything he knows of the heroes of past and future.

That had been a conversation, the merchant throwing his feet up into his lap and ignoring Legend’s scowl of disgust in favor of blathering on about some woman named Midna and her wolf companion, or the scarfed captain who pushed himself too hard, or the kid hero with eyes like an old man’s and a mask affixed at his hip, or the boy who could control the wind, or numerous other people he’d met and befriended (Legend had, quite correctly, read that as “scammed”). It had been a subject they’d discussed at length in the weeks following Raio’s return. Whenever chores became too tedious or Ravio got tired of the quiet or Legend’s voice cut off, declaring that his word limit for the day was well surpassed, Ravio would launch into one or another of his stories and Legend would listen, soap-suds up to his shoulders and tickling his nose, or grime streaked across his cheeks and caught under his nails as he worked the pathetic remains of the cottage garden.

He hasn’t shared what he knows, be it from the books of heroes he’d read as a child, the Palace he'd discovered in the dark world, holding four shattered heroes as captive, or the stories of his housemate, but it nags at him every so often.

Like now.

“-it’s an amazing thing,” Warriors continues, entirely unaware of the thoughts assaulting the veteran’s mind. “The problem is,” the man goes on, smile cracking slightly and then falling, eyes gaining a stern look to them and brows furrowing, gaze dropping from Hyrule to rest on the fire again, much like Twilight’s own, “it’s a power that’s easy to abuse. I found that out the hard way; relied too much on myself and my strength and became too lost in my own power, and so I lost sight of what I was supposed to be fighting for.”

Twilight's eyes flicker up at that, recognition, shock and pain written clear across his face, and this time not going unacknowledged by the rest of camp.

“Twilight?” Wild asks, watching his mentor warily, worry and curiosity both clear in cornflower blue. The single word earns the captain turning, eyes meeting with the rancher’s with small start and holding, a wry smile touching the man's face.

“You too?”

“Word for word,” Twilight rasps, “nearly got me killed.”

The captain nods, wary smile still in place. “Took my own shadow kicking my ass for-”

A strangled sound escapes the rancher as he starts as if to rise, brows furrowing, “Ordonia, no way-”

The captain arches one perfect brow so high it disappears behind his coiffed hair. “Same hat?”

“Down to the stitching,” Twilight blinks, looking more shaken than he does on the few occasions when Time has turned on him with that disapproving stare they all know the rancher dreads, “a ghost have to kick your ass too, or...?”

“A kid,” Warriors scoffs, and Legend knows which. The little boy with the masks; Mask, apparently, because soldiers aren't the brightest people and apparently that extends to naming techniques. According to Ravio though, the kid went by another name as well, though less used and only spoken once, in a complaint while wrapped up in the merchant’s arms, sullen and frustrated with those who seemed older than himself; the Hero of Time. “Little tyke handed it to me and slapped me back to myself,” fondness touches his eyes, warmth and longing both, “don’t know where I’d be without that little shit-stain.”

Time, sitting not far from his pup, looks away, eyes catching with the twinkling ocean blue-green of the sailor as the younger smirks up at him. The man says nothing though, only rolls his eyes and makes a halting motion to keep quiet.

Legend smirks. They really think they’re so clever, don’t they? Well, it’s Warriors’ own fault for being blind if he misses that.

“What about you, Sailor?” Sky asks, tearing his gaze away from the exchange between the two brothers whose relationship in past has been most heated and fraught with fuss and jibes to instead watch their bright and sunshine filled youngest, “what was the sword like for you?” It’s hopeful, but with a hint of worry as the hero’s fingers follow the patterns set in the hilt of the sword in question, guilt warring with hope on his face as he waits for his answer.

Wind frowns, smiling apologetically. “I only had the sword so long,” he answers. “Honestly, I’m surprised she even let me wield her at all, but when she did,” he smiles, eyes clouding slightly as he thinks back, “she was a good sword. Lighter than I thought-” and he doesn’t- none of them miss the flinch of the two older heroes “-but strong,” Wind settles on. The sailor smiles at Sky, bright and warm. He’s apparently chosen to neglect the part about letting the Master Sword sink beneath the waves, still set in the skull of his enemy. Not that it’s the kid’s fault, Ravio had assured him back then, helping him clean up shattered porcelain from when he’d dropped a plate at haring the words because- the master sword? Left beneath water and land by a hero who’d lived and won? He’d always put it back at the end of the quest himself, each time hoping it was the last time but also regretting the goodbye as his hands had lingered, fondness still stirring for the spirit that sang to his own when he held her blade, ears trying to tune her out as he’d walk away once more, only to come stumbling back a year or so later in need of her again.

Honestly, the way Warriors goes on about his exes has too many similarities to Legend’s relationship with that sword, and he’s not sure if he thinks that humorous or disturbing.

Not that he has a love life of his own to compare it too, or anything else really.

Sky is smiling though at Wind’s words, hand’s motions stilling to something more fond than it is worrisome as he answers. “I’m glad she could help you, Wind.”

“Me too.”

No one asks Time. They all know how Time feels about the blade; how he sees it as a curse, a curse that Legend knows is more blessing than the man will understand. He’s listened to Fi explaining why their world is the way that it is, how the hero fell and how she’d flickered back to seal him as a child, but how it hadn’t been enough, how time was split and how saving him from seven years of suffering still resulted in their world where death haunted the hero’s title and left Hyrule in ruins. He’d listened and taken it to heart, but knows Time doesn’t know, and can’t. Hearing that time split at all, that Wind’s world was drowned, seemed to be enough for the man, and childhood resentments aside, even Legend doesn’t want the guilt of a fallen Hyrule resting on Time’s shoulders.

“How about you, Wild?” the sailor passes, and attention shifts to the champion, “what was the Master Sword like for you?”

The hero in question doesn’t look at them, the self-hating look on his face again. “Cold. I- I almost wasn’t even worthy of her,” and that startles them, because they all know Wild's a skillful hero, and his heart is as big as the world he’s set to protect; how did Fi not consider him worthy?

“She’s weaker in my time too,” Wild adds, fidgeting with his hands. “I- I had to take trials to repair her, but-” they aren’t enough, the heroes hear, though it isn’t spoken.

“Oh,” Sky murmurs softly.

“Sorry,” Wild breathes, gaze lifting to meet sapphire before falling again nervously. “She’s a great blade, when her power is there, but...” there’s a hint of a smile now, playing over the champion’s face and pulling at his scars as his gaze trails to the subject of their discussion, “she was a magnificent thing before,” he offers, “I only lasted as long as I did against Ganon’s armies because of her.”

But it wasn’t enough, they all know about Wild’s “Nap” and the state of his kingdom.

Sky nods, slow and solemn. “She must have trusted you a lot,” the Chosen Hero says.

Wild flinches,

“I can see why she’d want to wait until her power was restored before trying to fight with you again,” and there’s so much pride and adoration in the skyloftian’s eyes as they catch Wild’s, so much so that the champion’s breath catches in his throat, “she wanted to give her best for you, just like you did for her.”

Well, that seems to have Wild malfunctioning, likely calling into doubt whatever hatred he’s had for himself or self-doubt from not being able to draw the sword the first time. Good, kid needs a swift kick to the ass to jolt him back to the reality where he’s a capable and admirable hero and not a pathetic idiot who’d failed everyone.

Beside the vet, Hyrule shifts, big golden-brown eyes turning on him with the same sort of wonder as he’d held while listening to the captain, but stronger, somehow. Legend is his personal hero, his favorite, the one he’d begged for stories about as a child and then had to admit to, later, months ago, that he’d done as much. “What about you?”

He can feel the eyes of the others, waiting and expectant. He's the most experienced hero here after all, the one with the most adventures and the most monsters to boast at defeating. They all know he’s been through hell six times over, so it’s no surprise that sympathy and resignation emanate from them, Time watching him like he thinks Legend will speak in a similar manner to himself, and Twilight and Warriors both offering something consoling like they’re certain he’d been forced by the blade to face his greatest demons to be worthy of it.

It’s heavy, their expectation, but he shoulders it like he’s shouldered everything that brought him to them and made him worthy to stand beside them, breathing softly as he fingers the blade laid at his own side. No one’s made the connection, not even Sky; the metal has been tempered and the hilt repainted after four hundred years of rot and decay. It’s heavier, now, than it was before, but sharper too; brighter, bolder, more at home in his hands then any weapon he’s found and collected before or since finding her.

She fits. Fits in his hand like she was made for him, always has. Even at eight years old when the sword was as big as he was himself, she’d been perfect, and he smiles as he fondles her cross guard’s feathered design and traces the crisscross ribbons of her hilt. “She’s amazing.”

He doesn’t see it, but the faces of the other heroes crease with confusion, shock even, at the reverence and adoration in his voice, even as Sky’s eyes shine again with brightness and hope at the words.

“She’s...” she’s the perfect fit, the perfect size, the perfect companion. Her singing had set him at ease when he was too tired to rest easy, had assured him he wasn’t losing his mind when the world crumbled around him. She’s heavy in his hands, assuring that she’s there, making him strain just enough to assure that it’s not a dream where nothing bears weight and nothing holds him down, but light enough to fly with him through battle and be wielded with one hand or two, though her length would suggest he need the latter.

Expectation rings in his ears in the silence that falls over the camp, but all he can do is smile and worship the blade with hands that had forged her back to full strength and restored her from a crumbling artefact of a fallen hope and back to a shining symbol of strength to those that see it.

There aren’t words for that though, not in Hylian or Labrynnian, of Holodrumese or Subrosian or Lorulian or Hytopian. Not even the flowery and soul-touching expression of Koholint’s twisting tongue can encapsulate the feelings that blossom in his soul when the blade is in his hands.

“She’s a decent Old Girl,” he says at last, knowing it isn’t enough, but tone carrying every bit of love he’s gained for the sword’s spirit as it guided him through a trouble ridden and tumultuous childhood and forwards into manhood. “Best sword a fellow could ask for.”

As if in response, both the blade in his hands and the one at Sky’s side chime softly in return.

The Chosen Hero’s eyes are shining like stars when they catch his own, and bright constellations reflect back in shades the same as the hilt of blade itself.

#ketto writes #linked universe fanfic #linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu legend #lu sky #lu twilight #lu warriors #lu wind #lu wild #lu time #lu hyrule #lu four #lu fi #the master sword #let me love fi!!!!!!

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andillneverbethesame · 2 years

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we'll never have sex again - s.b.

summary; after having sex with sirius countless times, you decide it's time to come out.

warnings; asexual y/n, talking about sex, angst ig

a/n; months ago, i had my first sexual interraction and i wasn't completely ready to do something. unfortunately, i was too scared to say "no". i was scared they would break up with me. i'm telling you this because it's important to know that if your partner would be mad at you for not wanting to do anything sexual, they are not worth it. look after yourself, i love you all!

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it's not that it didn't feel good, it felt really good. but you just. . . didn't want to do it, to the point you ft yourself being at the edge of tears when sirius was making love to you.

you were tired of lying to him, making excuses whenever he starts kissing your neck and his hands moves in between your legs. it was hard, but you would rather suffer than experience a heartbreak.

sirius was someone who made you feel safe and loved (excluding the sex part). but a part of you thought and believed he would break up with you if you came out to him as asexual. or maybe he wouldn't, but, as your past boyfriends, he would ask if he can sleep with other girls when not with you. that's something you wouldn't want to.

mary knew about everything. and as always, after you came down to the common room with a sad face as you bit the inside of your cheek to hold back tears.

you sat down next to her on the couch and leaned your head against her shoulder, letting the tears fall.

"i don't know if i can continue," you whispered.

she shook her head and answered honestly, "you can't."

you laughed through tears. "geez, thanks."

"that's not what i meant," she lifted your head, took it in her hands and wiped your tears. "you need to tell him. it's ruining you, we can't have that."

you sighed. "but i love him."

"and he loves you," mary assured you. "he won't break up with you because of that and if he will, i swear to merlin he will suffer."

you smiled, knowing she will keep her promise. "thank you. i don't what i would do without you."

she gave you a warm embrace. "i'm always here for you," she paused. "will you talk to him, then?"

"tommorow," you nodded. "he's sleeping now."

you were ready.

***

when you arrived to the boys' dormitory, sirius was already there, alone, waiting for you.

"oh, hello!" he smiled brightly. "how is my best girl doing?"

"good," you sat down next to him on his bed and kissed his cheek.

sirius kissed your lips. you liked that. his kisses were always full of passion and love. and lust, but you tried to ignore that part.

his hands moved to your waist as he placed his hot lips on your jawline and then neck. your heart began beating faster because of how nervous you were. when he tugged at the white shirt of yours, you stood up, deciding it is the time tp say something.

"i can't."

he raised an eyebrow. "you can't what?"

"i can't have sex." you shook your head. "i mean, i can, but i don't want to, okay? i don't want to have sex. now and never."

"okay."

you furrowed your eyebrows. "what do you mean by 'okay'? haven't you been listening to me? i don't feel sexually attracted to you or to anyone. therefore, i don't want to have sex. i'm asexual, okay?"

he stood up and nodded. "okay."

you inhaled and exhaled deeply. "so if you want to break up with me, better do it now."

his eyes widened. "what? no, i don't want to break up."

"you don't?"

he shook his head. "no. i'm very proud of you that you decided to tell me and i'm very sorry we had sex before when you didn't feel comfortable with it."

"oh, no that's not your fault."

"i know, but still," he kisses your forehead and hugged you tightly. "so, do you want to sneak out to the kitchens and eat everything until we feel like vomiting?"

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #marauders #marauders imagine #moony wormtail padfoot and prongs #harry potter x reader #sirius black #sirius black fluff #sirius black imagine #sirius black angst #sirius black x you #sirius black x reader

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candy8448 · 8 months

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Rambles Masterlist

(Theories and such)

#i do a little ramble

Big Rambles:

Flora and the chain

Sky and Sun headcanons

Music in loz and BotW (TotK continuation)

Botw cutscenes: 3 7

Legend on kohilint (lucid dreaming)

Portals in LU

Random details in LU

Hyrule castle tablet speculation (totk)

Sage themes ranked

Pre-Totk speculation/discussion

Dawn part 4 part 5 rambles

Sammer's kingdom piano cover

I finished totk!!

Warriors stance

Bigender

Ask answers: -2 -1 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

Stakes in tears of the kingdom

-tober posts and appreciation

Revisiting my 11yr old self's wattpad account

Smaller Rambles:

Lu age headcanons

Hinox fish

The LU chain as benders (ATLA)

Skyward sword manga

Shiny boys (LU)

Dark world forms sky wild

Girlfriend? Ceased to exist

Purple korok forest

Dawn part 3 rambles

Scrapper THAT LITTLE-

Zom 100 animation

Legend fighting

Imprisoning war cutscene

Skyward sword screenshots

Sealed grounds in totk (not really)

Mermays

Totk school quest reward

Legend and Ravio (lookalikes)

Dawn 4 names list

Twilight is squishy, squishy Twilight

My favorite types of stories

No totk DLC

Oot manga Link related to Zelda?

Song of the hero

Paper Mario: The Thousand Year Door reveal

Lu ships

Oot and Tp manga parallels

Link's awakening manga

Tag chain questions

Houseplants and flowers

Fic recs

Legend and the master sword

Divine dark reflections

Favorite lu boy (leg)

Art style preference

Whumptober fluff challenge idea

Light dragon bookmark

Me, an avid skyward sword fan

Sky and other various fuzzy creatures

Same photo of sksw link

Legend violet eyes

Surface birds

Look at him!!!

Absolutely Tiny Rambles:

Piano rambles 1 2 3

Imprisoned plushie

Champion's ballad (homework ramble)

Official sksw fancams

Watching reviews

Homework music playlist

Legend fics (more legend fic rambles)

An assortment of video game rambles 1 2

Link's awakening manga

GCSE stress rant

Legend in a dress

Legend art gib

Ganty

Posting (+goofy little man warriors)

Twilight princess be like:

HIMB!!! (TOON LINK)

#i do a little ramble #the legend of zelda #loz #linked universe #lu #botw #totk #breath of the wild #tears of the kingdom #super paper mario #paper mario #skyward sword #sksw #link's awakening

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madrone33 · 1 year

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RotT ranting ‘cause I need to express my unhappiness.

JIM YOU COMPLETE FUCKING IDIOT!

There is a whole ass 20 min long ep in Trollhunters called ‘Unbecoming’ exploring the question/insecurity of “What if Jim wasn’t the Trollhunter?” The answer clearly shown in the episode is “The whole world will go to shit, and in the end Jim is the Trollhunter, Amulet or not.”

Ya hear that Jim? AMULET or NOT.

So why is it that the 1st thing young Jimmy does when the Amulet breaks is go, “Oh no but can i be a hero without the Amulet?😱” Bitch EXCUSE ME??

Where did all that character development go huh? Up Gunmar’s fat asshole? ‘Cause no way are the writers doing this arc again that they already did very well in a series explicitly dedicated to Jim alone, without the time limit of a movie and the need to include sixty million other main characters from the other shows and all their separate arcs.

But apparently, the writers collectively decided to have selective amnesia that day and completely forgot about the episode dedicated to Jim’s insecurities and doubts. Nice going writers.

And then. And THEN. They have the audacity to take Toby - ma boi TP - and make it so the only thing he can do to help is sacrifice himself for the cause, and then die. Yes, you heard that right. They kill off Toby for shock value.

What. The. Fuck.

Toby is so much more than just the support guy who dies to give the movie a dark edgy “deep” ending. He’s Jim’s best friend, the steady accepting rock that Jim is lost without. It’s not a happy ending if Toby’s not in it. Jim would be broken. But I guess that was probably the point, huh. “Oh no, one of the main chs died, this movie really does have consequences!”

Except it actually doesn’t, because they almost immediately scrap that. See, after Toby’s tragic death - which btw I legit didn’t see coming and was completely confused by. And this wasn’t shock or denial from grief, this was just plain scepticism and confusion. Huh? Ok so did Toby just… die? It’s not a fake-out for drama?

I just sat there for a few minutes waiting for the film to clarify. And then when I realised yes, they did actually kill Toby, I waited a bit more for the film to pull something out of its ass to retcon this. Which it did. And boy was it some retcon.

Time travel. Yep. You heard right, but I’m going to write it again anyway: They used time travel.

Now time travel on its own isn’t a show breaker. Hell, it’s used quite effectively in many stories and movies. Harry Potter PoA case in point. So time travel as a concept isn’t bad. It’s when the time travel breaks the timeline, already existing lore, character development, character integrity, stakes, suspension of disbelief, and makes you feel like nothing you watched mattered, that it becomes bad. Which RotT does. And it’s a dumpster fire.

Jim travels back in time, not to the moment before Toby’s sacrifice, which would have invalidated that sacrifice but might have been bearable. Not to the beginning of the movie, which would have been a bit weird but bearable. No. Go big or go home right? He goes all the way back to Trollhunters Season 1 Episode 1 ‘Becoming’. The beginning of the fucking series.

In case you don’t realise what a colossal screw up this is, let me lay out the situation for you.

So, y’know all those characters you know and love? Y’know how you love them because you’ve seen them grow from idealistic normal kids to responsible and dependable badasses? Y’know how you put your time into watching 88 episodes and 1 movie? Y’know how you witnessed 34 hours of these characters learning and growing and interacting together? Y’know all the highs and lows, the tears and the smiles, the laughs and the cringes, the heartbreak and wholesome? The journey these characters, and this world, has taken? The moments and episodes and people and places you know and have grown to care about?

Well. Take all that, wrap it up really nicely with a bow on top, sign ‘My Childhood’ on it, and then just kinda… throw it in the trash. And then crush it under a trash compactor. And then light the resulting piece of shit on fire.

According to the writers and world and lore and canon, those 88 episodes? They don’t exist. None of that has happened, except in Jim’s head. It’s kinda like the ‘it was all a dream’ stories, but almost worse because that dream is going to happen again.

We know what’s going to happen. Doing it again will feel cheap and boring and flat. Those characters we like ‘cause of character development? Not there anymore. We’re stuck with the simple boring normal versions of them again. And we’ll have to watch them go through the same things as if for the first time just to get to the characters we like. Only it won’t be for the first time. And we’ll know that.

Why would we want this? Writers? Hello? Someone answer me, because I don’t know the reason myself! Why in the everloving shit would we ever want to retcon 32 hours of viewing experience, just to do it all. Over. Again. There is no reason. Because we don’t want to.

Hell, even Jim probably doesn’t want to! The writers made it so he still remembers everything, so do you know how much trauma this guy probably has by now? Let’s see:

Bular trying to kill him, Draal trying to kill him, Goblins trying to kill him, Nomura trying to kill him, Gladys trying to kill him, the Stalkling trying to kill him, lightning trying to kill him, Strickler trying to kill him, lying to his Mom, Golems trying to kill him, Gato trying to kill him, Angor Rot trying to kill him, Pixies being pixies, his Mom almost being killed, Aaarrrgghh being killed.

The Darklands trying to kill him, Nyarlagroths trying to kill him, Gumm Gumms trying to kill him, Dictatious trying to kill him, Gunmar trying to kill him, the Gruesome trying to kill him, Usurna trying to kill him, the Deep trying to kill him, Vendal being killed, Otto trying to kill him, Trollmarket’s citizens being killed, Claire almost killing herself. Claire getting possessed and trying to kill him, Draal being killed, Merlin trying to kill him, Jim killing his humanity, the sun trying to kill him, Morgana trying to kill him.

The Green Knight trying to kill him, Arthur trying to kill him, Guards trying to kill him, Aaarrrgghh trying to kill him, the Arcane Order trying to kill him, Jim trying to kill his friends, Merlin being killed, Jim being killed. Nari trying to kill him, Numora being killed, Strickler being killed, Archie and Charlemagne being killed, the world being killed, Toby being killed.

Yeahhh. He’s got trauma. He’s got trauma for days. Hey, you know what’s great for someone who has trauma? Putting them back into the traumatic situation and doing it again! I’m sure their mental health won’t completely crumble under the stress. This is going to go great! Not.

And that’s not even the worst part. Haha ohhh no!

The worst part - by FAR - is that this stupid garbage excuse for a movie not only forgets about ‘Unbecoming’ once, but twice.

During the bulk of the movie, Jim struggles with feeling like he can’t be a hero without the Amulet. During the end of the movie though, after Jim’s successfully time travelled to the writers’ heart’s content, Jim forgets the other major lesson of Unbecoming, the part about what happens if Jim isn’t the Trollhunter. Don’t remember? Here’s a friendly reminder from before:

“The whole world will go to shit, and in the end Jim is the Trollhunter, Amulet or not.”

Did you catch that first part? Ahem.

“THE WHOLE WORLD WILL GO TO SHIT.”

If Jim is not the Trollhunter, if he does not pick up the Amulet and stop the Bridge from forming, and kill Bular and Gunmar and Angor Rot, the whole world goes to complete, absolute, no holds barred, shit. And what does Jim do at the end of the movie, having seen in terrifying detail exactly what that kind of future is? Why, he makes Toby the Trollhunter of course!

I- I can’t. I just can’t with this movie. How-? Why-? Just why. Why do this? Jim, you remember what happened last time you refused the call, right? You- you do remember, right??

Killahead opens. Bular is still alive. Gunmar and the whole Gumm Gumm army is free. Arcadia’s population of humans is eaten alive. Trollmarket is overrun. There are Changelings and Goblins and all kinds of Darklands creatures everywhere. No-one can kill Gunmar because the Amulet is broken, which means no Eclipse Armor.

Merlin’s staff is most likely taken by the bad guys, since the Amulet can’t lead any GGs to it first. Merlin is crushed to death without waking. Morgana is freed. The Eternal Night is upon us. Humanity is eaten. The Arcane Order turns everything back to the Stone Age with no one to stop them. The Arkiridians land on Earth and are probably killed. There goes Arkiridian-5’s royal family. General Morando becomes Gaylen and battles the Arcane Order for ultimate supremacy over the Universe.

This is the Bad Timeline. Everything sucks.

Jim. Jim buddy. Buddy ol’ pal. Jimbo. Why in the everloving fuck would you do this? It’s official, I think the writers have amnesia. They forgot that whole episode, apparently it wasn’t there.

And wait a minute- who ever said Jim could give the Amulet to Toby in the first place? It’s not, like, really his choice? Sure he rejected it in ‘Unbecoming,’ but that was mainly Merlin’s choice to make Draal the Trollhunter instead of Jim to teach Jim a lesson. Key word: Merlin’s choice. Because it’s Merlin’s Amulet, and he chooses who the next Trollhunter is.

Why would Merlin choose Toby just because he sacrificed himself in the future? Toby is, no offence Toby, not a logical choice to be Trollhunter. At this point in the story he’s not very fit, doesn’t seem to want the kind of adventure Jim does in the first episode, and he doesn’t have any fighting skills.

It’s only Jim’s expertise in cooking that lets him live in that first battle with Bular. Toby doesn’t have cooking skills. He will die on the first night, and then the Amulet will choose Jim again, but this time he’ll have even more added trauma.

And let's put aside the plot relevance of how much of a horrifying choice anyone who’s not Jim having the Amulet is for a sec. Plot aside, Jim as a character would never in his LIFE give Toby the Amulet. Because it’s not just a glowing amulet with cool armour and a sword for someone who’s worthy.

It’s a burden.

It’s a burden and a responsibility. It’s a lifelong commitment to putting others first. To making hard choices and having to live with the consequences of them in the aftermath. To giving every part of yourself, to sacrificing everything you are, so that someone else can be saved. Two worlds on the Trollhunter’s shoulders. Human and Troll.

That weight is something Jim has not wanted so many times. He’s admitted or complained or sighed or yelled that sometimes he wants to get to be a normal kid, live longer than high school, not worry about someone trying to kill him or someone else all the time.

The Trollhunter doesn’t get that luxury. Rule number one: Always be afraid. The Trollhunter can never stop being afraid. Their whole life from this point until DEATH is dedicated to this destiny of fear and hunting and protection.

Jim, who cares for and loves his best friend as a brother, would never ever push that kind of life and responsibility onto Toby and call it something good. The sole reason Jim went back in time at all was to save Toby. There is NO universe in which Jim willingly and happily then takes Toby’s life and shoves him into the path of Bular, and Strickler, and Angor Rot, and Gunmar.

And the icing on the fucked up cake is that the only way Jim managed to kill Gunmar was by turning into a troll. By giving up his life as a human teenager with a human family. By becoming a species with a lot of instincts and traits most others would label as monster. By giving up his life in the sun. By giving up part of his humanity.

Jim would NEVER force Toby into having to make that kind of choice. And I am ashamed of the writers who thought that he would.

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megamindsecretlair · 3 months

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I know you’ve seen Mea Culpa👀

You know I did 🫠

It was good! It wasnt AS bad as I was thinking. It definitely couldve been better. Idk why Tyler Perry thinks its a flex to write, direct, and produce these movies in 20 days but he clearly has no real friends. No one's telling him to fn quit. And he needs some real therapy.

Its becoming abundantly clear how he really feels/thinks about Black women and men, specifically dark skinned Black people.

Either he wanted to fuck Trevante or wanted to be that character, maybe some combination of the two, but lawdt. I have more questions at the end of this than answers. But I'll take more Trevante. 🥵 baby, the way I want to rewrite that entire movie 🫠🫠🫠

Like forgive my ego, but it couldve been handled so much better! Spoilers under the cut!!!

See, me personally, I feel like Kelly played it entirely too cold. She was cleary bitter about her aint shit husband and I dont condone cheating, but if there was ever a good reason for it 😪

The mom was entirely too fuckin nasty towards her and Charlise. Entirely too much venom. Especially considering that you don't find out why until the last 30mins of the movie. And it comes off like emotional incest, because why is she that invested her in sons' lives???

I still dont know what happened with the blood and bone fragments found in the paintings. Sure you can say it was planted by the brother in law, but I needed that explicitly stated. Why were there paintings in the brother in laws house? Why did Zyair paint all over that lady's portrait?

Were they together? Chuz he said they werent and then referred to her as a gf? And why was Hydie hiding out in the DR, scared out of her mind if Zyair posed no threat to her?

I also dont know why TP loves hitting on Black women. Like that part of it was sooo unnecessary. Her WEAK ass husband didnt have to hit her in the end. And TP petty as hell for the bill scene. You KNOW that was in response to his BS commentary on how Black women need to be happy with the bare minimum.

Zyair could have been more interesting. He came off so pushy? More worried about getting her in bed than the seduction. The corruption. Slowly driving her insane with lust. I didnt like that she hopped on him after fucking the snow patrol, and in response to her weak ass husband. Like he shouldnt have been a factor. Fuck him 🤷🏽‍♀️

Plot holes aside, I genuinely did like it. I juss wish there was more than one sex scene between them. Because fuhhh that was hot 🥵🥵 Ill be honest, I wanted a court drama 😪🤣🤣

I do like that she didnt stay with him in the end and he continued bout his fuck boy activites. Hes so disrespectful. Jeebus, I need him 🥵🥵🥵

#megaminds asks #mea culpa #this a tyler perry hate account #fuck him and his tired ass movies #i dont blame him though #id wanna fuck trevante rhodes too #megamind be watching #netflix mea culpa #the writer in me wanna redo it all #but do i have the time and energy?

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cutecherrygirl · 11 months

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3# you sneak love Notes into his luggage

Soft 🤍🖤

Bang Chan

"Chan wait!" You exclaimed in excitement while running down the stairs, the hoodie in your arms baerly hanging hanging on your arms any longer by your fast movements. You almost had to slow down the steps to make sure you wouldn't collapse by the end of it. Chan looked up confused from checking his bag for stuff, wanting to make sure everything was in order. It would be ridiculous he had forgotten something important like his boarding pass or his passport for the matter. "What is going on?" He grinned at question and took a look at your breathless state the second you stood in front of him and almost threw the hoodie in his arms. "What is this?" He questioned confused. "You forgot this one!" You exclaimed. "Thank you I guess " he answered confused and threw it into his back with a curious expression on his face. He hadn't planned bromging it with him. "No dont you want to check the pockets!" He quivered an eyebrow at your request but did as told anyways, his hand finding the pocket and taking a notr from it. "Y/N what is this?" He asked confused and read the note " Out of all places I could be, I only want to be with you." "Its not the only one." You admitted, trying to hold back a smile. " Wait, you've filled up my luggage with love Notes?" The smile on his face grew even bigger when you nodded your head agreeing. " Now that I can't join you because of school I wanted to do something different instead. And I know you love letters rather than electronic stuff. So I really hope you enjoy it and find them all of course." "You are Honesty the most amazing person ever." He breathed and pressed his lips against your forehead caring, his stomach bobbling up with butterflies by your sweet gesture.

Lee know

A frustrated groan left Minho's lips as he leaned his head against the seat of his chair, his legs crowded against the seat in front of him and his lips partening as he tried to stay calm. The noise from the airplane was getting so annoying he could barely take it anymore. He was so used to this sound, hearing it at least ten time a month but this was horrible and it was far too much now. The earbuds that he always used for his Iphone clearly weren't helping like they always would. He could barely hear the music over the engines and even on the highest volume it couldn't block it out. Decididing to switch them out with another in his bag he leaned down go grab it by his feet and zipped it open. Roaming through the huge pile of stuff he had brought along curiosity hit his mind the second he touched something unfamiliar. Lifting up the paper he furrowed his eyebrows confused and took a look. "You grew on me the way Yersinia enterocolitica grows on spoiled bacon. " "What in the serious fuck, Y/N ?" He questioned to himself but with a huge smile on his lips. Moving his bag up tp his lap, he roamed through it, his eyes widening when he noticed the whole bottom of it filled with notes. "She didn't." He almost giggled to himself and shook his head but smiled brightly. Taking out a few ones to read them all inside his head but stopped when Hyunjin nudged his shoulder. "What's that? " He questioned confused but interested. "Just something to keep me going the next few months." Minho sighed with a huge smile embracing his face and placed one of them in his pocket, the noise from the airplane completely fainting out now.

Changbin

The spund of short stack was loud in the small bunk area of the bus (im assuming they have bunks, idrk srry) while the boys were hurrying around to pack out their stuff from their luggage, Felix standing in his bunk while making weird dance moves in excitement. "Shouldn't you be packing out?" Changbin questioned while folding out his pants, looking over his shoulder to see the bleached haired boy shake his head head in disagreement. "This is the first day of our tour! Its gonna be a fucking blast!" "Whatever you say." Changbin chuckled whike shaking his head by Felix's excitement. Of course he was exited too. But it had been a rough morning. Saying goodbye was never something Binnie was found of. Reaching his hand down to grab clothes of the left side of his suitcase he lifted his eyebrow in confusion when he touched something harsh. Digging into the middle of it he pulled out a small jar of jam but it was empty and filled with different notes instead. " What's that?" Han chirped in interest. "I have no idea." Binnie mumbled and opened one of them. Attached to the jar was direction to the colors. Pink included memories, red included reasons to love and lilac was future dates. " Y/N must have put it into my suitcase when I was peeing or something." He mumbled and decided to take out a red one. "I want yoy to be happy and naked." "Well isn't that just...cute... And maybe a little bit erotic?" Han commented with a smile while reading over Changbin's shoulder. Rolling his eyes by the comment he hurried towards the back if the bus, wanting to read the rest of the notes. "Dont read the all at once Bin you need to keep them up for 5 months!"

Hyunjin

Walking around the hotel room with exhausted limbs and tired face. Hyunjin trued his utter best to stay awake and not pass out on top of his bed. Silence was coulding over the room besides his tired hums and cars driving outside the roads from his hotel room, the lamp by his nightstand being the only one turned on to not disturb his weak eyes. His suitcase was placed on top of his bed with clothes scattered literally everywhere his purpose with trying to keep oraginzation not really keeping up. It had been a long day, too long according to Hyunjin but flying from Seoul to LA wasn't always as pleasent as it sounded. Grabbing the last two shirts in his suitcase he furrowed confused when a light pink note caught his attention. " Bet you didn't expect this one here :-)" he quivered an eyebrow confused and moved the T-shirt to see another one. " But I've left these all around your clothes. You probably didn't noticed because I hid them inside shirts and pants." He let go of the note to find the T-shirt scattered on the bed lifted it up to his eyes. "You are the best thing that happened to me." A hug smile broke on his face the second he relized what you had been doing while he headed to the studio yesterday morning. It made a warn feeling of butterflies erupt in his stomach and for once the feeling of home didnt seem that far away any longer. He literally had to hold in not to check every single piece of clothing for notes because in the end he knew that getting a suprise every single day was almost like having you here by his side.

I hope you like it 🤍

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echogekkos-writes · 1 month

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💚 🤍 💔 🏳️‍🌈 💀

(Sorry im sending so many 😭 i just really want to hear your opinion on a lot of things)

Long answers so putting them under 'keep reading' for the sake of yall's dashboards.

💚: What does everyone else get wrong about your favorite character?

Mmmmm. I'm gonna pick two and cheat cause I have feelings on how both are written.

First, Mipha. Like you and other mutuals, when it comes to Mipha, we all are on the same page of just how bland and weak she is written or seen by others in the fandom.

That her crush on Link gets in the way (it doesn't. Yes she loves him, but her love of him never overtakes her duties). That she only cares about Link (no she cares for all the people in the Domain and Link and is selfless to a fault, one of her intended flaws). That she is not partially adept (her spearmanship is described being a league of her own). It just culminates into all of these weird mix of Mipha becoming a bland side character when she really is not. Yes is some of her canon writing a bit shallow? Absolutely. But that's true for all of the Champions. And yet Urbosa and Revali get more love and deserved writing in the fandom, leaving Mipha and Daruk in the dust.

As for the other character? Garrus Vakarian. I love my boy. I love me one space dino. but PLEASE fandom you all need to course correct how you write him. Garrus is Shepard's best friend, no matter if they are in a relationship or not. Also, Garrus is protective of Shepard, but not overprotective to the point of smothering. Yeah the party shenanigans with him and Zaeed talking about defensive parameters for Shepard is great and funny, but some have him way overprotective of Shepard to the point of getting in her way. Shepard can take care of herself. Garrus knows this. And he steps in only when he knows he should. Also....Garrus isn't as suave as you think he is. All that bravado is to hide his self-depreciation and yall gotta remember that. Temper that badassery with some good old depression and PTSD cause that's Garrus for you.

🤍: Which character is not as morally bad as everyone else seems to think?

That's a hard one. Rhoam? Yeah he's a shit father and yeah could he have treated Zelda better? Absolutely. Pretentious to think all the races will drop everything to give their best people, or in the case of Urbosa and Mipha, ruler/heir? No doubt. There's no if and or buts there.

But keep in mind. Hyrule's fate was residing on him. On Zelda's sealing powers. On him excavating the entire regions, finding the divine beasts, organizing the Sheikah with the Guardians, raising an army, diplomatically asking for help from the other races...all while trying to run a kingdom. The stress got to him, and he did what he did because partly he thought he was right, but mostly he was, I feel, nervous and scared. Everything was riding on his and his daughter's success, and he took his frustration out on his failure. Does that make him morally bad? Yeah. But it doesn't make him an outright villain or asshole as everyone likes to dunk on him for.

Rhoam to me is more of an anti-hero. His ultimate end goal is the salvation of Hyrule, but his methods to get there, while noble, are questionable when dealing with people themselves.

💔: If you had to remove one major character from the series, who would you choose?

Ganondorf. I'm sorry, I love him, but I actually think his repeated presence in Legend of Zelda severely limits the creativity and storytelling behind the LoZ franchise. I could even throw in the argument of Link and Zelda as well. The one thing I will never forgive SS for was the Curse of Demise. That shit right there? Ruined the series to come. We can no longer get a new BBEG without Ganondorf either being directly or indirectly involved in the story. Like look, I love games that took either a different take on Ganon before the whole Demise curse, or after by distancing it in some way. Look at TP, BoTW, and MM. Zant being controlled by Ganondorf, a Calamity born of his hatred, and no Ganon involved.

Now granted, WW is probably one of my favorite takes on Ganondorf, but that's because he was given a little bit more humanity alongside his evilness. That he is a 'person' and despite that, still evil.

And even still, I would argue, by having Gandondorf as the same villain over and over you are just re-hashing the same story with the same characters, the same old Good vs Evil plot of Hylia vs Demise just in a different era. And while the gameplay may be great for future games,. at some point, there will be a breaking point for the story. ToTk a prime example.

🏳️‍🌈: Which character who is commonly headcanoned as queer doesn't seem queer to you?

Sidon? And yeah I'm gonna toss in Revali there too. I just don't see them as queer. And that's not cause I'm straight either.

I just..I don't know I don't even see Sidon as being romantically involved with anyone (I am still choosing to completely ignore any and all ToTK Canon). And if he is? I don't know who I'd ship him with or who his partner would be? Am I currently in the middle of writing a Sidbazz wip as part of my miphlink modern AU? Yeah. Still, I don't really headcanon him myself as queer. It's a fluid concept for me...whatever fits the story I'm writing best.

As for Revali, I ship him with his own ego.

💀: If you had to choose one major character to die, who would you choose?

BoTW Zelda. She should have died at the end of BoTW. Here's my reasoning.

She should have died alongside the other Champions. The last relics of the past, leaving an amnesiac Link with barely any memories to make a new life in a land he has come to slowly recognize as the world he lives in now, and not the past. It's how I initially hoped BoTW was going to do. That we encounter Zelda's spirit at the end of the story, her last act to hold the Calamity back in enough time for Link to finish the job.

Now I know Nintendo would never even fathom something like this. Can't kill off your precious Zelda and piss off all the Zelda/Zelink fans. but narratively I think it would have made for a great bittersweet ending. And would have made for a better sequel as well.

#thanks for the asks!#long answers

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