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Hiiiiiiii! Is it alright to have a fic of th LU boys in a modern setting?

Hi anon! Thank you for the request! I’m so sorry... this turned out SO LONG

Anyway

What’s this? Me doing a request after I have completely dropped the ball on everything? I’m so sorry as I stated if I haven’t directly/publicly announced I am not comfortable doing a request then I HAVE gotten all your requests and I am working on them. There’s just a lot going on right now. I love reading through all of your requests/messages, and I love writing them. Just a reminder: For now requests are closed until I can honor my commitment and catch up, but they’ll open back up eventually.

Thank you for the request anon, I had a blast writing it! I hope it didn’t turn out too crack for your tastes.

Here’s the link for this story on Ao3

TW: Implied child abuse and themes of death. Not very explicit, but the warning is there

When Time laid eyes on his child for the first time, he knew he would do anything to protect him. Bundled in Malon’s arms, huge blue eyes looking up at him curiously, little fingers reached up to grab at him. Truthfully Time was worried that the one eye would scare his son. Malon told him that was ridiculous, he was the boy's father and the boy would know. It turns out she was right, the little boy looked at his father happily and reached up towards the man’s face, not bothered by the scars, marks, or lack of a right eye. Malon would later tease him for crying, but that was okay.

It’s interesting how children don’t always match up with your imagination. His son was shy, to the point where it was becoming worrying for Time and Malon. They took him to see a counselor, after another fight with the boy’s teacher at how he wouldn’t participate in class. Social Anxiety, a severe case according to the counselor. His son would only talk at home, becoming silent anywhere else. After multiple sessions, Time had a plethora of information to help his son through it. This is not what he expected for his son’s childhood, but that didn’t matter. Life was full of surprises and his son was one of the brightest lights Time had ever met, and he would love him no matter what.

“Dad?” The six year old in his lap drawing Time’s attention away from his book.

“Yes?” Time brought his full attention to his son.

“Is your name really Time?”

“Why are you asking, little wolf?” Time asked in amusement.

“Your name sounds weird compared to other names.” His son told him matter of factly, feeling the vibrations of his dad’s laugh against his back.

“No, pup. Time is a nickname that I got and it just kind of stuck.” Time told his son. He hadn’t even considered he would question his father’s name, it was just normal to Time at this point.

“So it’s a nickname? Can I have one? Where’d you get it from?” Twilight bounced on his lap. Time paused. Had he really never shown his son his old game console?

“Well, I was absolutely obsessed with a game: Ocarina of Time.” Time waved his hands with flourish, causing his son to giggle.

“Ocarina? Like the instrument you play?”

“That’s the one.” Time confirmed, mind jumping back to the lullabies he would play to get his son to sleep. “These games helped me…” Time trailed off, not exactly wanting to talk about his not-so-great childhood to his six year old. “They helped me through some tough times.” Time said gently. “I could go on an adventure, be a hero, explore, anything.” Time was brought out of his musings by his son’s large and curious eyes.

“Can I play?” His son asked shyly, and Time couldn’t help but grin at his son wanting to share that with him.

“Of course, pup! Although I have to warn you.” His son perked up at Time’s serious expression. “If you find one you like, there may be no going back from the nickname.” Time warned, thinking back to the point in his life where everyone simply called him ‘Time’ instead of his real name. “Are you sure you’re ready?” Time asked seriously, struggling to hold back his laugh when his son nodded back just as serious.

“I’m ready.” Twilight confirmed.

The rest of the day was spent with Time teaching his son how to play his old games, until it eventually came time where his son wanted to pick one. His son stared ahead at his collection, eyes lighting up when he saw one in particular. Oh, Time should have known how this would go.

“Wolf!” His son shouted excitedly as he looked at the cover of the game.

“That’s a good one!” Time smiled at the worn game, the gold letters ‘Twilight Princess’ stood out against the wolf of the cover. His son was obsessed with animals, wolves in particular. They spent some time playing in the basement, his son instantly fell in love with the game, spending most of his time shapeshifting in and out of wolf form and babbling excitedly about how cool it was. Him and Time were so immersed they didn’t even hear Malon come home. Twilight jumped up when he heard footsteps coming down the stairs.

“Mom! Mom!” Twilight yelled, running up to hug his mother’s legs. “I have a nickname just like Dad! Twilight! Look what I can do!” Twilight ran back to the controller and shapeshifted into a wolf, mesmerized as the character howled again. Time looked back with a sheepish look as Malon raised an amused eyebrow. Of course she couldn’t be mad when the now nicknamed Twilight dragged her over and showed her all the things he could do in the game. She hadn’t seen her son this outgoing and happy in a long time. Besides, Twilight certainly wasn’t a bad name to have.

Time sighed in relief as he made it to his son’s school just in time for pickup. His shift had run a little overtime and he had to take a shortcut just to make it. Time beamed as his seven year old ran up to him. He still struggled to talk in the classroom, but he was just as energetic as ever.

“Dad!” Time scooped up Twilight just as the boy launched at him. “Guess what!” Twilight said excitedly. “What?” Time asked. “I made a friend!” Twilight beamed. Now that surprised Time. His boy always had trouble making friends, everyone in class tended to avoid him as much as Time hated to even think about that.

“That’s amazing, Twi! What’s their name?” Time asked, carrying Twilight to his car. Twilight got a little embarrassed, peaking Time’s interest.

“Well… it turns out he likes the same games we do!” Twilight said, surprising Time once again. “So we made up a nickname for him too. I’m sorry, I hope that’s okay.” Twilight looked up sadly at Time’s face.

“Of course that’s fine, bud.” Time reassured, and Twilight lit up once again. “Now, what’s his favorite game? His answer depends on if you can be friends with him or not.” Time joked, making Twilight giggle from the backseat.

“He likes A Tale of Warriors.” Twilight said. “So Warrors.” Time was silent for a moment.

“That game was okay. Ocarina of Time is still the best.” Time smirked as Twilight once again went into his argument about how, no, Twilight Princess was the best.

The first time Warriors was over for dinner, he continued to surprise Time. He was the opposite of their son, not a shy bone in his body, but he was a sweet kid and was obviously raised with manners. Time was even more surprised he was friends with Twilight when he met the kid in person. According to what he heard from Twilight, Warriors was quite popular among his class, and kids tended to not have patience for those very far outside their social circle, and Twilight was as quiet as they came in class. But the two had become as thick as thieves, Warriors apparently didn’t care at all how quiet Twilight was, he tossed everything aside to befriend Time’s son no matter what was said behind their back, and Time couldn’t help but feel grateful that his son had such a loyal friend.

Malon and Time were planning on using the boy’s given name, whatever it was, but Twilight proudly introduced his friend as ‘Warriors’ and said boy seemed very happy to have that nickname. So Warriors it was.

Dinner was louder than usual with their son’s friend, but it didn’t seem to stress their son out at all. It was obvious the two boys were close despite their obvious differences, and both parents were happy their boy was smiling and laughing around another child. By the time Warriors’ mother came to pick him up, the family had grown close with Twilight’s friend. When Time met Warriors’ mother it was obvious where the little boy got his manners from. The woman was sweet and polite, but obviously protective of her son. Time saw her scan the environment and her son’s happiness the way Malon always did with Twilight.

Warriors raced into his mother’s arms and chatted away about his evening, and it was obvious how close their bond was. Time would find out later from the woman part of the reason why. It was only her and Warriors, with her becoming an expert at balancing her career, son, and making sure her ex husband kept away from them. The woman wouldn’t tell them what happened with Warriors’ father and why they split, but by the dark, protective look on her face it became obvious to Time what had happened.

That’s why the night Time and Malon had rushed to the hospital after a panicked call from Warriors, and they saw him sitting alone in the waiting room wrapped in his mother’s blue scarf and sobbing, Malon instantly swept the boy into her warm arms. Time knew from that moment on, he had another son.

The next friend Twilight made was at eight years old. Both he and Warriors had accepted the new student into their circle as soon as they talked to him. It was an instant click, from what Time heard. The little boy was one of the sweetest kids Time had ever met, and also pretty quiet. Twilight knew the struggle of being quiet in a new and scary classroom, and had gone and tried to befriend him. Time couldn’t be more proud of him.

“I’m proud of you.” Time told his son as they were on their way to pick up Warriors from fencing practice. Warriors was still in grief, of course he was, but fencing had really struck a chord with the boy. According to him, feeling the sabre in his hand was one of the best feelings in the world. Time could tell that having something he was passionate about was helping him heal, no matter how slow the process was. Plus, according to his teacher, Warriors was a natural.

“It was just talking to him.” Twilight replied, a little confused.

“But most won’t do that. It’s hard being a new student. I’m proud of you for reaching out, I know how scary that is.” Especially for you. Time didn’t say the thought out loud. Twilight had been getting better at coping with his social anxiety, and Time and Malon did everything they could to give him the tools he needed, but the boy still struggled immensely.

“...do you know about any parents missing a child?” Twilight asked hesitantly. Time almost slammed on the brakes in shock.

“Do I what?” Time asked.

“Well… the new kid said that he lives home to home and he doesn’t know where his parents are. I just thought since you help find people you might know. I want to help him.” Twilight told his dad nervously. Time went cold. That sounded a lot like foster care to him.

“I’m sorry, pup, I don’t know of anything.” Time confirmed sadly, not knowing what else to say. It was painfully obvious the parents weren’t missing, but most likely left their child to the system. Time tried so hard not to be mad, he knew not every parent had the opportunities to provide for a child. He just hoped that child had better experiences than he did.

The boys had been in the basement for a while, Time figured he should go and check on the troublesome trio and make sure they didn’t find any trouble. He walked down the stairs, only to hear the sound of a battle.

“Which one are you boys playing now?” Time asked in amusement, only to be completely ignored. “Twilight, Warriors-” before Time could say the third boy's name, Warriors interrupted him. “It’s Sky now!” Warriors hit the third boy, now deemed Sky, playfully on the shoulder.

“Awe, Skyward Sword. Good choice.” Time laughed at the fact that now both of his sons, and their friend, all had nicknames from the same game series.

Later that night, Sky got his backpack and was prepared to open the door.

“Oh! Is your guardian here dear?” Malon asked, looking out the window.

“No Ms. Malon.” Sky said shyly. “I’m walking home.”

“Just Malon is fine sweetie. It’s getting awfully late to walk…” Malon frowned in concern. “I’ll drive you home.” Malon offered brightly.

“Oh that’s okay Ms- Malon.” Sky stammered nervously. “I don’t want to cause any trouble.

“No trouble at all, dear.” Malon smiled, grabbing her keys.

“Thank you.” Sky smiled at her gratefully, and she could melt just looking at the small boy’s smile. Sky was quiet the entire ride over, only answering small questions when Malon asked. She didn’t put too much pressure on the boy, him and her son seemed very similar in how they handled social situations.

“Is this it?” Malon double checked, approaching a suburban looking house.

“Yes.” Sky chipped. “Thank you again!” Sky said.

“Anytime sweetheart! Here, I’ll walk you up.” Malon turned off her car, glancing at Sky’s nervous expression as they approached the door. She would have to pay close attention to what awaited them at the top of the porch. Sure, Sky could just be a nervous kid, but Malon felt something else was going on, and her instincts were rarely wrong. She knocked politely on the door, noticing how Sky shied away from the door ever so slightly.

“Oh hello.” A tall man answered the door. Everything in the home just seemed normal, perhaps a little too neat. The man who she assumed was the foster father had brown hair and hazel eyes, in the background he saw a woman playing with children that looked exactly like them. Everything seemed to be fine, but Malon knew better than to write off Sky’s behavior. Many awful things could happen behind closed doors. “Oh! There you are.” The man looked at Sky, but didn’t seem particularly happy to see him, nor was he angry. Simply neutral. “I hope he wasn’t too much trouble.” The man said to Malon, making Sky shrink down even more, as he slowly walked past the man and into the house. The woman playing with her children didn’t even acknowledge him, all of her attention on the kids in front of her.

“Not at all, he was a delight.” Malon smiled despite the disturbing implications in front of her. “He’s such a sweetheart, you’re very lucky to have a kid like him.” There, she had dropped the bait, now to see how he responded. “Oh. He’s not ours. We have kids of our own.” The man said casually, and Malon felt her blood boil at the tone of voice the man had. As if blood was everything, as if she didn’t already have a son at home that wasn’t her blood. It changed nothing, she loved both her boys more than anything. “Anyway, it’s been a pleasure, have a good night.” An insincere tone spoke up before there was a door in her face. She understood now what was going on, she understood perfectly.

Malon marched to her car, fuming as she drove home. How dare they! How dare they! There wasn’t a mark on Sky, not physically, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t ignored and neglected in that home. Why would those people even volunteer to foster if that’s how they felt? For the pats on the back? For the praises?

By the time she got home, her husband and the boys were all in bed. She quickly hid her anger enough to wish each of her boys a goodnight and make sure they were settled in their rooms, before gently shutting their doors and marching to her and her husband’s room.

“Hey, love. How we-” Time trailed off as he saw the thunderous look his wife held. Oh no.

“How would you feel about getting a foster license?”

Malon and Time, of course always asked their current children if adopting and fostering was alright with them. Twilight was very eager when he found out Warriors and him were going to be brothers, even if the situation itself was tragic. And both him and Warriors were ecstatic at the implication that Sky might be their brother too.

“Don’t get too excited.” Time chided when he saw the looks on his boys’ faces. “This doesn’t mean we can adopt him. It may not be what he wants, and he’s been in the foster system for some time now so it’s different than it was with Warriors.” Time explained.

“Is it because my mom…” Warriors trailed off. Warriors’ child psychologist told them that Warriors had a hard time saying the word ‘death’, which was not out of the ordinary for children who were grieving.

“We were your mother’s emergency contact, love.” Malon explained gently. “So it was easier for us to adopt you. Sky has been in the foster care system for a while now, and they have a lot of precautions to make sure he’s safe. I know this all is very confusing. Do you understand, at least a little bit?” Malon checked, and Warriors nodded slowly.

“I think so. Well, I hope Sky says yes!” Warriors exclaimed.

“Me too, sweetheart. But don’t push him.” Malon reminded. Overall she was very pleased with how the boys seemed to understand the situation. Then Twilight piped up.

“So… are we going to adopt every friend I make?” Okay maybe Malon would need to explain this one more time.

A week into fostering and Sky was still quiet, but Warriors and Twilight had a habit of making him laugh and bringing him out of his shell. He seemed fascinated whenever Time and Malon gave him even an ounce of attention, and that made their hearts twist painfully. Time, who had similar experiences, had gently explained to Sky that ignoring a child is absolutely not normal, and that he deserved better. The child had not seemed to believe Time completely, but he was slowly getting used to their home life. He enjoyed helping Malon in the garden, asking Time about his job, and playing games with Warriors and Twilight. After two months, Malon and Time thought it was finally the right moment to ask.

“Sky… would you like to be a permanent member of the family? The option is up to you, but we would love to adopt you if you’ll be happy here.” Through many tears, all Sky could do was nod.

Time sighed and cracked his back. A week of desk work made his back make all sorts of fun pops. He wanted to be out in the field again, but life as a detective had been slow so far. Well, he should have been careful what he wished for.

“Detective! I need you to go with Officer Watson.” His captain called out urgently.

“What happened?” Time got up, already grabbing his jacket.

“Two kids. They found them on the streets. They need you to talk to them and calm them down, the EMTs can’t get close without them lashing out.” Well… that wasn’t exactly what Time was expecting.

“Wait what?” Time halted. “Why me? I’m a detective not an officer.”

“We have no available social services to go into the field, they’re refusing to come with the patrol officers, you have three kids, and a background in negotiation. Now go!” His captain ordered. Time resisted rolling his eyes at the captain’s demanding tone and walked briskly with Officer Watson to a patrol car. What did he mean by kids? If this was the streets of around here, that most likely meant late teens who had run away from home.

They were absolutely not in their late teens. By kids, they meant children. They looked younger than his boys, sitting in a dingy alley with torn and dirty clothes. The cops around them were obviously giving them space, but surrounded them loosely to ensure they didn’t run off and get themselves hurt. Well, more hurt.

The one that looked older was curled protectively around the younger, who had an obviously broken leg with a very worrying amount of blood. It looked like the EMTs couldn’t get close with the older ordering them to get away and shoving the younger’s head deeper into his collarbone.

“Hey, give them a little more space.” Time ordered the officers, who complied once they saw who had spoken. Time kneeled down, giving the boys plenty of space. The oldest looked no older than eight, and had stark, icy blue eyes that peered at Time with distrust and harshness. He had bright blonde hair with an odd pink streak, and Time wondered if the boy had gotten a hold of some hair dye. The younger was in the older boy’s lap, and some of the biggest brown eyes Time had ever seen peered out from behind brunette fringe.

“Hi. My name is Time.” Time introduced himself, still kneeling a bit away. “What are your names?”

“Like we’d tell you that.” The older one snapped.

“I understand this is scary, but you two aren’t in trouble. We just want to get you two looked over. That leg looks really bad.” Time reassured, looking at the younger’s mangled leg in concern. Time didn’t have long before the EMTs would have no choice but to rush in and Time really didn’t want to get to that point.

“You don’t understand! You’ll separate us!” The older spoke fiercely, but Time heard the way his voice wavered underneath.

“Are you two brothers?” Time questioned.

“W-we don’t have the same parents.” The younger’s timid and pained voice spoke up.

“That doesn’t matter. Not really.” Time assured. “You two seem close.” The younger nodded shyly from against the older’s chest.

“If we go with you, they’ll separate us.” It seemed the older had knowledge and bad experiences with social workers.

“I have an Emergency Foster License.” Time breathed out, suddenly remembering his decision. After him and Malon were powerless to help Sky until after a multitude of paperwork and negotiations were made, Time and Malon got both a normal license and an EFC, so that if a similar situation happened a child could be placed with them and hopefully stay with them for longer than a few days.

“What does that mean?” The younger asked, apparently having heard Time’s whisper of realization.

“If you come with us, you can stay with me until we figure something out. Both of you.” Time offered. These boys were obviously close, Time assumed they met after they had been exiled to the streets. He didn’t want to see them separated either. The older boy looked like he was about to protest, but in drawing the younger boy closer, he agitated his leg, causing the younger boy to cry out in pain. The older snapped his head to look at him, his face softening as he tried to sooth him.

“I know you want to protect him.” Time addressed the blonde haired one. “I’m sure you’ve done a great job so far. But he needs medical attention. That leg will only get worse, and it’s already not healing properly.” Time didn’t want to scare them, but they needed to know how serious the younger’s leg was. Time could tell it had been a problem for some time, and any longer would mean infection. The older one bit his lip, Time could tell the older was thinking hard about this and he felt his heart squeeze. Someone this young shouldn’t have to make such a huge decision.

“We’ll stay together?” The older asked.

“I’ll make sure of it.” And Time meant that. He wouldn’t let these two be permanently separated.

“Will you come with us?” The older asked. Time agreed instantly, although he was a little surprised that the blonde haired boy trusted him enough to ask that. Although, perhaps he was the only one who had shown any interest in keeping the two together, and both boys seemed determined to make sure that happened.

“I’ll stay with you the entire time if that’s what you want.” Time confirmed, and he kept his promise, even as the younger was loaded into the ambulance.

“Let me go!” The blonde haired boy yelled, thrashing in Time’s hold. The younger boy was being taken away into surgery, and the older boy was not happy. In fact, he was absolutely furious.

“You can’t go into the operating room with him, little one.” Time patiently tried to explain.

“You promised we’d be together!” The older one protested, not ceasing his struggle.

“We’ll see him as soon as he’s awake.” Time reassured. “But you can’t go with him for now.”

“Why?” The child demanded. Time considered how to explain this, Whenever one of his son’s asked a question about the world, Malon or Time tried to explain it in ways that would make sense to a young mind, instead of getting annoyed at all their questions.

“Well… when someone is in surgery, they need to be in a very clean environment. Doctors take a lot of special steps to make sure the room is clean, or else germs can get in during the surgery and hurt the person more. Does that make sense?” Time tried his best to explain. The little boy bit his lip, before nodding slowly and relaxing slightly in Time’s grip.

“How about we sit down, and as soon as it's okay we can see him. Okay?” Time coaxed.

“Okay.” The boy agreed quietly, ceasing his struggle and pulling away from Time. Together they sat, while Time texted Malon to let her know the situation and the promise he had made. He didn’t want to leave the child beside him to make the call, but he needed to let his wife know that he was going to be late… with two extra children along with him. He apologized as many times as he could in his text, but Malon assured him that she knew what she was getting into when they got their licenses.

‘I’ll fill out the paperwork and fax it.’ Malon offered. Bless that woman.

Three hours later, Time sat in a small hospital room as two boys slept in the bed. One with a few bandages here and there, and one with a casted leg. The nurses had tried to scold the blonde boy for crowding the younger, but the icy blue glare could apparently scare off even full grown adults. Just then, a nurse entered the room.

“Are you the one who filled out the EFC paperwork?” The young woman asked.

“My wife did. Please, call me Time. A nickname.” Time got up to shake the brunette woman’s hand.

“Nice to meet you! I’m Lydia. I just wanted to inform you that we’re keeping them overnight for observation, especially for the leg.” She explained, gesturing to the smaller boy’s green casted leg. Since the younger wasn’t conscious for choosing the color, they asked the older child if the younger had a favorite color. Apparently it was grass green. “It’s good that we took care of it when we did, but he should be fine with a few weeks of bedrest and the medicine we prescribed. I’ll make sure he has crutches by tomorrow but I recommend at least a week of very minimal movement. He’ll most likely need physical therapy. The other boy’s injuries were mostly superficial.” Time nodded, bringing out his phone.

“Excuse me, I need to text my wife.” he began telling Malon that he would be here overnight, and what to expect. There was no way he was breaking his promise, He would stay until they both got released.

“Of course, no problem at all. Um… I noticed you left their names blank on the paperwork...” The nurse started.

“They didn’t even give me fake names.” Time replied. “Will that be a problem?”

“It’s certainly not ideal, but it's not the first time that’s happened.” The nurse replied sadly. “Since it’s an EFC, I can submit it and explain the situation. But if you could find out their names eventually, that would be a big help.”

“Thank you so much.” Time was grateful the nurse was being so helpful. This could have gone a lot worse.

“Of course. Please let me know if you need anything.” The young lady smiled and left to give them some privacy. Time settled in and checked the clock, seeing it was only 11 pm, and countless questions raced through his head. If they were put in the foster system, would anyone want them both? Would anyone be willing to keep up with the younger’s physical therapy? There were good people in the world, but everyone had their limitations. This was going to be a long night.

Both boys seemed genuinely surprised Time was still there in the morning.

“How are you boys feeling?” Time asked gently.

“I’m okay.” The older replied, looking down at the small brunette curled up next to him.

“I’m good.” The brunette replied groggily, flinching at the gentle pull of his ear by the older. “I’m tired and I feel numb and dizzy.” The brunette corrected. It seemed the older was used to the younger lying about how he felt.

“That’s normal.” Time assured. “You’re on a lot of medicine, but it will help you, I promise. And you can rest plenty when we get home. Are you boys okay with staying on the couch? It’s plenty big for both of you. I have three sons at home, but they’re all very nice.” There weren't many options in their home, their last guest room had been converted into Sky’s room months ago. But if their guests weren’t comfortable with that, then he and Malon would figure it out. The littlest one gasped and tugged on the older’s shirt.

“I’ve never been on a couch before.” The brunette whispered excitedly. Time’s heart stopped completely. Based on the boy’s level of excitement, it seemed that any comfort at all eluded him. Had he ever even had a family? A bed? A room? Anything at all? Based on what he had heard from their conversations, he guessed that the older had run away from a home he was placed in, and the younger seemed to have been on the streets for as long as he could remember. Time had no idea how he had survived on his own so young, but he wasn’t going to question what he was grateful for.

The oldest seemed to notice the look on Time’s face, and quickly replied, trying to take the attention off of the two boys’ situation.

“That’s fine.” He stopped, before whispering “Thank you.” With so much sincerity that Time didn’t even realize it came from the older boy at first.

“It’s no problem.” Time smiled.

After a lot of paperwork, a few calls home, and one wheelchair ride, Time was on his way home with two very tired boys in his backseat. He couldn’t lie, he was nervous bringing the boys home when he knew almost nothing about them. The doctors had told him they estimated their ages to be 7 and 8, so he hoped they would get along with his 8 and 9 year olds.

“Can I ask for your names?” Time asked, looking in his rearview mirror. The youngest opened his mouth, but the older stopped him.

“No.” The blonde snapped. Time sighed.

“Okay, fair enough. But we need to figure out what to call you boys.” Time hummed thoughtfully, before an idea struck him. “My family has a tradition, we choose our nicknames based on our favorite video game series. Mine is Time, my sons’ are Twilight, Warriors and Sky. If you boys are interested we can do the same for you.” Time offered. The older one looked like he was going to reject the offer, but the younger excitedly tugged on his sleeve.

“Okay.” The older conceded.

Their two guests sat on their upstairs couch, as Time set up the old game console. His sons were doing their best to keep their distance, as Malon had warned them to do, but Time could tell they were excited to see which games the two would pick. After several hours of fascinated playing, the younger had decided he enjoyed ‘Hero of Hyrule’ the most, while the oldest couldn’t decide which one he liked the most.

“Why don’t you just combine them? The ones you seem to like most were part of the Legend of Oracle series. How about Oracle?” Warriors offered. Over the course of playing, his sons had eased their way to sitting in front of the couch, all excitedly calling out moves with their two guests. Time was grateful they all seemed to get along. Warriors and the older child had taken on a rivalry, but it seemed mostly playful as far as Time could tell. The child wrinkled his nose at Warriors’ ‘Oracle’ suggestion. “Okay… Legend?” Warriors offered, and the boy’s eyes seemed to light up, before he quickly tried to hide his excitement. “Legend is fine. Hyrule fine with you, kid?” The older asked the younger, and the brunette beamed and nodded.

“Legend and Hyrule it is.” Time confirmed, At this point he should make a knighting ceremony.

One month later, their foster time was up, and Malon and Time knew they couldn’t give those two up so easily. After talking to their boys, who agreed full heartedly that they didn't want Legend and Hyrule to go, they arranged their bedroom so Twilight and Warriors would share, since Sky thrived on having his own space sometimes, and Hyrule and Legend could share Sky’s old room. Malon and Time felt guilty their children had to share, and they didn’t want them to feel jealous two more boys were moving in. But their boys made it very adamant that they wanted Hyrule and Legend to be a part of their family if that’s what the two boys wanted.

A few days, one question, many joyous tears, and one surprise bedroom later, Time had two more sons.

Word got around quickly that Time had five children. Twilight and Warriors had turned ten, their birthdays only two months apart. Sky was almost ten, and Legend had just recently turned nine according to his old birth certificate they managed to scrounge up. They had no idea when Hyrule’s birthday was, so they went off of the guess that the boy was seven, and they let Hyrule choose his new birthday. Legally that was very rare, but nop one had any idea what to do with a little boy that hadn’t officially existed in official records until his first trip to the hospital. The little boy had chosen the day he first went home with Time as his birthday, which Time absolutely did not find adorable. Nope, not at all.

But word of his five children quickly got around his job, and he was called in for many cases where interviewing children was involved.

“Time!” His captain yelled across the precinct. Time instantly stood at attention and walked to the captain’s office.

“Yes, sir?” Time replied dutifully. As much as his bossy tone annoyed Time sometimes, the man was a good captain, and he had a good heart.

“I need you in Interrogation Room 2. Four kids were caught stealing from the convenience store on 34th.” The captain passed Time a case folder.

“Children as in…”

“We think they’re about eight, they appear to be quadruplets, all identical.” The captain replied, and Time almost dropped the case file.

“They’re eight?” Time asked incredulously. “Why the hell are they in an interrogation room?” Time’s voice was on the verge of yelling.

“We don’t know what else to do!” His captain snapped. “Quadruplets are rre, and yet we can’t find any recent records of any, so we don’t think they have parents. They won’t even tell us their first names.” The captain sighed, obviously having his fill with the mysterious case.

“Okay. But I’m not interrogating them.” Time said firmly.

“We don’t want you too. They’re not under arrest, they’re children. But we can’t just let them go without a parent or guardian.”

“Okay… I’ll see if I can find out anything from them.” Time stood and began walking out.

“Oh, and Time?” His captain called out, making Time pause in the doorway.

“Yes?” Time asked, not liking his captain’s smirk.

“Try to restrain from adopting these ones.”

“Ha ha.”

When his captain said identical, he really meant identical. The main difference was they each had a different colored shirt on, but each was dirty and torn. And when looking closely, Time could see a few slight differences in their faces. Time sat down in front of them quietly.

“Hi there. My name is Time. Could you tell me your names?” Time asked, and unsurprisingly, he was met with silence. “I know this room looks a little scary,” Time began, and the one in purple scoffed,”but”, Time continued,”You guys aren’t under arrest or anything. We just can’t let you go without a parent or guardian.”

“But… we don’t have one.” The one in red said hesitantly, going quiet again when the one in blue nudged him under the table.

“There’s no one talking care of you?” Time asked gently. “Is that why you needed to steal from the store?”

“We’re just trying to survive.” The one in green spoke up for his brothers. He was obviously protective over them.

“I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I understand.” Time began. “I wasn’t always in the best living situations when I was little-”

“Don’t try that.” The one in blue piped up, his brown eyes identical to his brothers’. “Don’t try to relate to us. No one can, no one can even tell us apart. If we switch clothes right now you wouldn’t know who was who. Just let us leave.” Time raised an eyebrow. These boys were all certainly intelligent.

“The one in red has two freckles to the left of his left eye. The one in green has a sharper jawline. The one in blue has a light freckle on his chin, and the one in purple has a thinner nose.” Time rambled off perfectly, only to be met with stunned silence.

“No one’s ever…” The one one started before trailing off. All four brother’s looked stunned that Time had even bothered to tell them apart.

“I can help you more if you tell me your names?” Time asked once again.

“We don’t have any.” The one in green finally answered in a hushed voice.

“What?” Time asked, surely he hadn’t heard correctly.

“We don’t have any.” The one in violet said again. “Everyone just calls us Four. We’re just one person to them… no one bothered to name us.” Time felt his world shatter. No names… their entire identity reliant on the fact that they were four.

“We don;t have anywhere to go.” The one in red whispered. “Please, just let us go.” Oh no. Not again. He was never going to live this down…

“You could come with me.”

After a sheepish call to his wife, and uproarious laughter from his captain and fellow officers, Time had a car loaded with identical children. Three in back and one in front.

“Um…” Time filled the awkward silence. “Just so you boys know, my wife and five kids are waiting for us, but they won’t bombard you or anything. I just thought you ought to know.” Time warned.

“I’m sorry, did you say five?” The blue one asked, stunned. Honestly all the boys seemed stunned the entire way home, like they couldn’t believe this was happening. Time had similar feelings. Bless his wife for being so understanding and loving, and his sons for being so accepting.

“Yeah.” Time rubbed his neck sheepishly, keeping on hand on the wheel. “They’re around your age actually.”

“Oh! Are they… twins or anything?” The one in violet asked, a slight hope to his voice, and Time felt guilty about shooting that hope down.

“Oh, no I’m sorry. Four of them are technically adopted.” Time corrected. It sometimes took the stunned looks to remind him that having five kids around the same age wasn’t ‘normal’. They were his sons and that was all that mattered.

“Oh… wow.” The one in violet said, not knowing what to say. Time didn’t either.

“Will we… finally get names?” The one in red asked with a quiet hope.

“Hmm. Funny you should mention that. You see, my family has a tradition…”

The newly dubbed Red, Green, Blue and Vio, were all having a blast playing Four Swords. The boys were amazing at working together to solve puzzles, which made sense when Time reviewed the security footage of the theft they pulled off before they were caught. Vio and Blue had a hard time getting along with his sons at first, but they all eventually settled in and got closer. His sons were watching the four work in perfect harmony in awe, while Malon and Time were in the kitchen talking in hushed voices.

“Malon, I’m so sorry. But they were all alone and-” Time panicked, and Malon quietly shushed him.

“Time, they’re wonderful.” Malon assured, that bright and sincere smile he fell in love with on her gentle face. “But they get along with our kids so well. I think you and I both know where this is going.” Time leaned down and buried his head in her shoulder.

“I love them already. So much, and I barely even know them. But Malon… four? We don't have the space. Sure I’m in for a promotion, but we don’t have the room. And what about our sons? What will they think?” Malon stroked his back and shushed him, and Time felt bad she had to comfort him like this.

“I’m worried about our sons too.” Malon sighed. “I think we should talk to them one by one, ask them truthfully and make sure they don’t think we’re replacing them. Twilight especially.” Time nodded into Malon’s shoulder.

“As for moving…” Malon started mischievously. He should have already known she had a plan.

“Well, you’ve always wanted to raise horses, and my father is moving away, he wants to travel and be on the road again. And he really wants that ranch to stay in the family…”

After talking to each of their boys individually, Malon and Time were reassured that no, no one thought they were being replaced, and yes, everyone wanted Red, Blue Green, and Vio in the family. In fact, the more the family grew the more excited each boy got. And when they received the news of the potential move to a ranch that was big, near town, and had the potential to have animals, the boys absolutely lost their minds in excitement, Twilight especially. Now all that was left was to ask the quadruplets if they wanted this.

“Boys…” Malon started. They had sat Red, Green, Blue and Red on their bed within time and Malon’s bedroom, the door sealed shut to give them some privacy. All of the boys looked nervous, fidgeting and holding onto each other.

“I know this is a big decision, and just know that there is no pressure either way.” After three conversations similar to this one, Malon and Time were pros at this.

“We would love for you to be permanent members of the family. We would love to adopt you all if you want.” Time finished to stunned silence. Red promptly burst into tears.

“We thought you were getting rid of us!” Red cried out.

“Oh sweetie, no.” Malon cooed. “I’m so sorry for scaring you all.” She pulled red into a hug and opened her arms for the rest to join in. Time surrounded them all in his arms.

“I think I can speak for us all.” Green joked, ever mature for his age. “We would love that, if you’ll have us.” The rest of his brothers nodded. Time heard a voice outside their door that sounded suspiciously like Warriors calling out ‘yes!’ behind the thick wood, followed by a frantic hush that sounded like Legend. Time put a finger to his lips, before sneaking over to the door. The boys on the bed covered their mouths to hush their laughter. Time yanked the door open quickly, five boys comically tumbling over into the bedroom.

“Boys!” Time scolded over the groaning pile of limbs. Hyrule had thankfully landed on top, his leg was healing but it was still quite weak. Time tried to be mad, he really did, but hearing the giggling of his wife and new sons made it extremely hard to be angry. Five pairs of eyes all peered up at him, and Time simply sighed. “Go on, then.” Time jerked his head towards the bed, and five boys rushed over (Hyrule being helped by Sky), and tackled their new brothers in hugs.

“Four!” Twilight called excitedly. “That’s a new record!”

Hectic months had passed by. It turns out Lon Lon Ranch was the perfect home for their family. Time had never seen Malon so happy, to have all this room to farm once again. Time himself wasn’t half bad, he was finally able to move Epona out of the stables he paid to keep her in and could spend far more time with her, spoiling her with apples and attention. Twilight was certainly happy to spend more time with the sweet horse as well. Each boy had their own job on the ranch, so work was done quickly and often within an hour. Twilight, now eleven, absolutely adored the goats Malon’s father left behind, and took extra good care of them. Warriors, on the cusp of eleven, liked painting making sure everything looked nice. Sky, now ten, took care of the cuccos because, for some reason, he got along with the little devil spawn extremely well. Legend, now 9 on the cusp of 10, would fill in wherever he was needed. He didn’t like or dislike any chores on the farm, but Malon and Time could tell he was happy here. Hyrule, who just turned 8, loved taking care of the animals with Twilight, and his leg had been getting much stronger with months of physical therapy. Red, Green, Blue, and Vio, who had, like Hyrule, chosen their own birthday and believed themselves to be about 9, loved crafting anything they could get their hands on. Malon had to teach them extra safety measures since they were so young, but they made anything from horseshoes, to little inventions around the farm. Overall, even though his life was hectic, Time was happier than he had ever been.

That’s why, on a rainy day, a little boy crashing onto his doorstep was the last thing he expected. But really, Time should expect the unexpected at this point.

“What was that?” Little Warriors called once he was down the stairs.

“Warriors, you’re supposed to be in bed.” Time scolded half heartedly as he too went to see what caused the crash on his porch. Time wandered out, his heart stopping as he realized it was a tiny boy with bleach blonde hair. Warriors gasped and ran over. “Warriors, careful.” Time chided and he went to check the boy. He was absolutely soaked, and had seemed to succumb to exhaustion. Time checked him over, and picked the tiny boy up upon seeing no injuries.

“War, go tell your mom to grab towels and bring them up to the guest room, and grab his bag.” Warriors did as he was told without complaint. Time brought the little boy up to their guest room, waiting to set him down so as to not soak the blankets. With how many children they had, Time was surprised they even had a guest room. But the ranch was much larger than their old home, and the quadruplets refused to even consider not sharing a room. Legend and Hyrule also wanted to share a room, and so did Twilight and Warriors. Sky was the only one who had his own room. Time checked, as usual, with a counselor and she told him it was normal that after what his sons had been through, they would want to share spaces. She did say that as they got older they would most likely want their own spaces, so Time and Malon had been saving up for an extension to the ranch. But for now, they had a spare room.

Malon rushed in with multiple towels, not asking any questions as she began to dry the boy off. Time appreciated that, since he had no answers. They got the boy settled. It was frustrating that all they could do was wait, but the boy wouldn’t wake up. So they waited.

An hour later, the boy finally began to stir. Both Time and Malon had waited so the child wouldn’t panic at waking alone in a strange room. Warriors had also refused to go to bed, and had stayed with them. Something about the smaller boy had struck a chord with him. Deep blue eyes opened, saw the three sitting near him, and panicked.

“Dear, it’s alright.” Malon shushed. “We found you on our porch and we dried you off. We’re not going to hurt you.” The boy calmed slightly, but still curled into himself.

“I’m sorry.” The boy mumbled, looking down in shame.

“Sweetheart it’s alright.” Malon reassured. “It’s no problem.”

“I stole.” The boy whispered, ashamed. “I stole some food and Grandma said never to steal but I was so hungry.” The little boy rambled on, pointing to his bag. Time gently picked up the sea themed bag and peeked inside.

“These don’t look like our crops.” Time showed Malon. It didn’t matter if they were his or not, a hungry little boy had taken some food and Time didn’t care if some of his crops got lost if it meant this boy was fed.

“The scary man at the other house chased me and I ran. I’m sorry I stole, I was just so hungry.” The boy sobbed, and Warriors had apparently deemed that enough. The older boy got up and pulled the younger into a hug, gentle enough that the little boy could escape if he wanted, but he burrowed into Warriors’ chest. The scary man next door… oh, probably Ingo. Time didn’t really interact with the man that much, but he did seem quite rude.

“It’s okay.” Time reassured once the boy’s sobs had calmed down. “How about we make you some stew.” Time offered, and the boy peered up hopefully. “How old are you?” Time asked. He had to know, but he knew the answer would crush him.

“Six.” The boy replied, unknowing of Time’s heart rate increasing. Hell… six years old.

“I’ll go make the stew.” Malon stated gently, but her message was clear. I’ll go make the food, you get information.

“What’s your name, little one?” Time asked. The younger just shook his head, and Time resisted a sigh. What was it with him and running into little boys who didn’t like giving away their names?

“Do you have any parents?” Time asked his next question, but he had already guessed the answer. The little boy shook his head, still clinging onto Warriors, his little hand gripping the older boy’s scarf he always wore.

“I had my grandma but…” The boy's lip quivered. “She got sick. And Aryll and I got taken away.” The boy finished, fresh tears leaking out.

“Aryll?” Warriors questioned.

“My little sister.” Wind answered. “They took us away. I found out she was ‘dopted.” The little boy bit his lip, thinking of the word. “But they said I wouldn’t be. I’m too old and she was young. They told me she was happy. I just want her to be happy, but they told me I wouldn’t be ‘dopted because I was too old.” Wind cried out. “So I ran away.” Wind finished, and Time was stunned. He didn’t even think he could relay that awful story to Malon.

“You can stay with us for as long as you want.” Time offered. “And we can try and find your sister.” The little boy whispered a quiet ‘thank you’, before succumbing to sleep once again in Warriors arms. Time offered to tuck the boy in.

“No… I’m okay here.” Warriors rejected, shuffling to lean against the pillows with the small boy in his arms. Time smiled sadly at how close they seemed already.

“Okay, I’ll be right back kiddo.” Time told Warriors. He really needed to talk to Malon.

“Sweetheart?” Malon prodded gently at the boy sleeping in Warriors’ arms. “We have some stew for you.” Thankfully the little boy woke up this time. As much as Malon wanted to spoil the boy with food, she knew that anything heavier than stew could do more harm than good. The boy’s groggy eyes opened and lit up at the smell of food.

“Really?” The boy asked shyly.

“Really.” Malon handed the boy his bowl while Warriors ensured he didn’t spill any.

“Thank you.” The boy smiled, and Malon felt her heart melt.

“Anytime. Now my husband said you had a little sister.” Malon brought up gently. To her surprise the boy lit up once more. “Mhm! Her name is Aryll. I’m a big brother!” The boy said excitedly, before becoming sad once more. “She got ‘dopted. But she’s happy.” The boy had a bittersweet smile that Malon never wanted to see on such a young face.

“So… you know where she is?” Malon pressed gently. The boy hesitated, then nodded.

“I snuck up and looked in the window. I don’t remember where though.” The boy murmured, voice filled with guilt. “She was giggling and laughing. The mean lady told me that ‘dopted meant she had new parents.” Malon wondered who ‘the mean lady was’, but it sounded like whoever it was had no tact whatsoever.

“Do they know she has a big brother?” Time questioned, watching the child shake his head.

“She got taken away from me.” The little boy teared up again. Time doubted that Aryll simply forgot about her brother, even if she was younger. Perhaps her new family simply didn’t know where to look since the boy had run away.

“If you want, you can stay here and we can help figure it all out.” Time offered after sharing a look with his wife. Warriors’ eyes grew in excitement as he looked at the little boy in his arms.

“...Thank you.” The boy peered up at them shyly.

“Do you want to tell us your name?” Malon prodded, but the boy bit his lip. His name didn’t feel the same without Aryll to call out for him excitedly.

“Family Tradition?” Warriors asked his parents, eyes full of mischief.

“Is there any other way at this point?” Time asked in a dry voice. Warriors laughed and explained the tradition to the little boy still tucked in his arms. After some contemplation, the little boy spoke up.

“Do you have one about pirates?”

Warriors and his new friend played Wind Waker until dawn. The newly named ‘Wind’ was too immersed to sleep, and Warriors claimed he wasn’t tired. Time and Malon decided to let them have their fun for tonight.

In the morning, Time and Malon went into each of their son’s rooms a little early and explained the situation. Most were excited, but they knew not to bombard their guest. It turned out, however, that Wind was an absolute chatterbox once he was comfortable in his environment. He talked Warriors’ ear off about pirates all night, and greeted all of the other boys in the house when they awoke.

Time went to the next door plot of land and paid Ingo back for the crops WInd had taken so the man wouldn’t see the boy and do anything like call the police. The man wasn’t happy, but Time didn’t exactly care.

Soon a month had passed having a happy six year old on the ranch, before they managed to track down Wind’s sister. Time and Malon were planning to go over the next afternoon and explain the situation to the little girl’s new parents. Wind was excited, of course he was, but everyone could tell something was eating at him.

“Wind, honey.” Malon kneeled down in the kitchen as her sons busied themselves elsewhere. “What’s wrong?”

“I… I need to be a good big brother. But…” Wind trailed off. “I really like it here.” The boy sniffled. Malon hadn’t even thought of that…

“Wind, maybe you could stay with us. You and Aryll could see each other whenever possible. I’m sorry honey, I know it's such a big choice to make, but no one will be mad no matter what you want to do. We just want you to be happy.” The little boy’s looked up at Malon with big eyes.

“Can… Can I talk to Wars?” Malon nodded and called Warriors from outside. The boys loved playing flashlight tag all around the ranch, and WInd would usually join them with a beaming smile. Tonight however, he just sat solemnly in the kitchen. Warriors came in from the backdoor, and Malon left to go talk to her husband in their bedroom.

“Wind? What’s wrong?” Warriors took Wind’s small hand and led them to the living room, sitting them both down on the couch.

“What if they don’t want me?” Wind asked with another sniffle, and Wars figured he meant Aryll’s parents.

“Then they’re stupid.” Wars stated.

“What if… what if I don’t want them. Wars, I don’t want to go.” Wind cried out, burying his head in his hands. Warriors pulled him into a hug. “Malon said I could stay, and I could see Aryll, but what if she hates me? What if Grandma would hate me for replacing her? What if-” Warriors shushed Wind gently.

“When I was seven…” Warriors started, taking a big breath. “When I was seven my mom and I got into a really bad crash.” Wind peered up at Warriors. “I was okay, but my mom- my mom didn’t make it out.” Wars whispered, trying to keep his tears at bay. “Malon and Time took me in without a second thought. And at first, I had a hard time being around Malon. She… reminded me too much of my mom. But then I realized that Malon would never replace my mom, just like she won’t replace your grandma. She would never try to, and neither would Time. They’re my mom and my dad, but that doesn’t change the fact that I still love my mom.” Warriors finished, and Wind just looked up at him with big eyes. “I don’t know your sister, but I think we all just want you to be happy, little pirate.” Wind threw himself at Warriors’ chest once again. A few minutes later, Time and Malon emerged from upstairs.

“Can I… Can I really stay?” Wind asked hopefully.

“Of course.” Time confirmed without hesitation.

“And I can still see Aryll?”

“Anytime you want.” Malon promised. “She is always welcome here, and she doesn’t live that far away from what we’ve seen.

Wind spent the rest of the night playing flashlight tag with his brothers, and chattering excitedly about how he would get to see his sister the next day.

Time truly thought he was done adopting children. What a fool he was.

Except this round, it wasn’t even his fault! It was his oldest son’s fault!

Time stared at his sheepish 12 year old from the doorway of his and Warriors’ room. More specifically, he was staring at the small body hiding behind his 12 year old son.

“Son…” Time started, already exasperated by the situation.

“...Yes Dad?” twilight asked with an innocent smile, as if he wasn’t very obviously hiding an entire child behind his back.

“Who’s behind you?” Time raised an eyebrow.

“Uhhh…” Twilight trailed off, looking behind him. “You can come out, cub. He won’t hurt you.” Twilight assured the body behind him.

“Cub?” Time questioned.

“I found him in an abandoned fox den!” Twilight defended. Time pinched the bridge of his nose. This entire situation was ridiculous.

“And why, pray tell, did you hide him in your room?” Time asked his eldest. Did Warriors even know there was a child hidden in his room?

“Well.” Twilight began, as if Time was the one who was being ridiculous. “I was going to hide him in here for a bit until you and Mom got home and sneak him some food. I was going to tell you, but you got home early. Dad…” Time perked up at his son’s serious tone. “He’s terrified of people. From what I can tell he has no one, and I worked for an hour to build up enough trust for him to come with me. He doesn’t talk and he was all alone! I couldn’t just leave him there!” Twilight defended, gently coaxing out the little boy behind him. The first thing Time noticed was the scars. Burn marks all over the boy’s face and exposed torso, down to his legs. The boy was only wearing a pair of shorts, and Time wondered how he hadn’t frozen out there. He had to be only seven or eight. Time sighed once again.

“Twi… I’m not mad, I’m not. But where will he stay?” Twilight perked up with a hope in his eyes.

“He can stay with me!” Twilight gestured to where the little one was practically attached to the older boy’s leg. It seemed once the little boy trusted someone, he absolutely was not going to let go. Time kneeled down to be more level with the little boy, who buried his face further into Twilight’s leg.

“Hello there.” Time said gently. “My name is Time. I’m Twilight’s dad. Do you want some food?” The little one’s eyes lit up in excitement, peering up to look at Twilight, as if asking permission.

“Does food sound good, Cub?” The little boy nodded slightly, and it was the most Time knew he would get out of the little boy.

“I’ll go make some stew and warn the others. You’re telling your mother this time.”

By the time Malon had arrived back to the ranch from her trip to the city, the Cub had been washed and fed, and Twilight had managed to wiggle the boy into some old clothes. The little boy looked quite happy about all of these, and Twilight even heard a little giggle. Malon had managed to introduce herself gently without the little boy panicking, but he was still attached to Twilight. The older boy didn’t seem to mind very much.

Time decided the best approach to introducing the little boy to the family would be to take it one member at a time, except for the quadruplets who would all be introduced at the same time to avoid later confusion at their similar appearances. Twilight took to the normal naming ceremony, the little boy excitedly picked out the cover with a vast field of wildlife, including a fox.

Wild spent the rest of the evening on Twilight’s lap being taught how to work the controller and gasping in delight at all the things he could do. Specifically all the things he could light on fire. Time would worry about that another day.

In between playing, Wild was introduced to the rest of the family. There were some bumps, such as confused sobbing when he saw four identical boys, but other than that it went as well as expected. The introduction with Hyrule probably went the best, since the boys had similar backstories. Time saw those two becoming partners in crime. Twilight promised he would figure out if Wild could talk or not, and if he couldn’t, Twilight promised he would find another way to communicate.

Overall, Wild was the most fast and unexpected acquisition of a child, but Time couldn’t say he was overly upset.

“So, another one then.” Malon teased after all their boys were tucked in.

“It appears so.” Time replied gruffly.

“Hm. Like father, like son.”

Time promptly banged his head on the table.

Idk I might upload an epilogue if y’all are interested.

Is this fic accurate to how the real world works? Nah. But this is an AU based on fiction, I did my best.

I’m going to specify that the video games the boys are named after aren’t the Legend of Zelda, they’re just random old games. This isn’t insanely meta or anything I just thought it would be a funny little easter egg haha.

Have an amazing week everyone!

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #wild #twilight #warriors #time #malon #wind #four #legend #hyrule #sky #queenof-literature story #QoL Story

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Nightmares

Summary: Zuko is suffering from nightmares and it’s affecting his duty as Firelord. You finally do something about it.

Author’s Notes: This is part of my Kyoshi Warror! Reader X Firelord!Zuko drabble series) Hope you guys are having a great weekend.

The air was particularly chilly tonight, the wind whipping all around you as it howled and played with the tendrils of your hair. As the tassels of your Kyoshi headband whip at your face for the hundredth time that evening, you sighed in annoyance blowing it out of your face one more time. You leaned against the palace wall, the stone digging into your back as you glanced around the perimeter briefly before allowing yourself to relax completely. There was no starts out tonight - just the dark inky night sky while the moon hid behind some clouds. The palace grounds was unusually quiet that evening only adding to the tension that's been building for the past few days.

You quickly glanced over your shoulder and through the balcony doorway where Firelord Zuko slept in his bed. There had a few more break-ins this week and, unfortunately, it had been happening outside of your nightly shifts. Frowning as you recall back to the other Kyoshi Warrior's reports you read this afternoon, they all reported similar things - Zuko was being unusually short-tempered with them, he was falling asleep in meetings, and he was constantly not paying attention. You chewed on the inside of your cheek deep in thought, wondering what could be causing his moodiness - more than usual, that is.

Pushing yourself against the wall, you turned to patrol the rest of the balcony that wrapped around the wall. As you were about to spin on your heel to turn around, you hear it. It’s a hushed sound, almost like a whisper. You paused mid-step and waited to hear the sound again.

Silence.

'Probably just the wind,' you thought. Even so, you kept your senses on alert in case you heard the sound again as you continued to pace around the balcony. As you were about to walk away from the balcony, you hear it again.

A whimper, followed by a stuttering breath. The sound came from the bedroom and your eyes trail to the bed and the faint online of Zuko's body. Even from where you stood, you could see him toss and turn, the sheets tangling around him.

You hung your head, cringing when it suddenly dawns on you. Zuko was suffering from a nightmare - and he had been every night for the past few days when he would go to sleep. You deduced that these nightmares were probably fueled by the recent break-ins. It would explain his recent behavior - his lack of sleep led to feeling more tired and stressed more than usual. That would also explain why he's been falling asleep during meetings with various subjects and definitely his increased in moodiness.

You sigh and untie your cloth belt, placing your sword and Kyoshi fans against the balcony door as you entered Zuko’s bedroom. As you walked around Zuko's bed to his side, you watched his features, illuminated the by single candle by his bedside table. He looked peaceful while he slept, but the crease between his brow and the light perspiration on his forehead told you all you need to know that he was far from peace.

Kneeling by the edge of the bed, you placed your crossed arms on the mattress as you watched the Firelord sleep. You frowned when you felt the slight tug of guilt blooming in your chest. Tonight was the third night in the row you've observed Zuko suffering from nightmares. You haven’t brought it up to Suki yet, figuring that maybe Zuko could handle it on his own. After all, nightmares were personal matters.

But after piecing the things together, you felt guilty for not bringing it earlier. Some strands of hair had slipped over his face and covered part of his face, almost like a half-hidden mystery for you to discover. Gingerly, you lift your one of your hands to brush some of the strands away, a small smile tugging at the corner of your lips. You then let your hand trace his features delicately - over his brows, down his nose, across his jaw.

You stared at him for a moment longer, your cheeks flushing at the sudden realization of how close you were to him as your hand hovered over his face. Spirits, you thought, he was so handsome.

Zuko looked so peaceful while he slept, his face unmarred by the stresses of the day. You often forgot he was young for a Firelord. You couldn't imagine the weight he carried on his shoulders let alone try show the world that the Fire Nation has changed. If there was anything you could to lessen that weight, you would do so in a heartbeat.

Since starting your new position as a nightly guard to the Firelord, your relationship with him bloomed rather rapidly but deeply. He was very quick to open up to you, some nights he would spend sitting out in the balcony with you as he talked about his day or vent about things that were bothering him. You would sit next to him quietly as you listened to the timber of his voice and offered advice when he asked.

But there was always some kind of tension though. Your friendship teetered on a fine line between friends and being more than friends. Jokes that were a little too suggestive, eyes that lingered longer than should have, touches that seemed more intimate...Not to mention, every time he was near, you felt the flip in your stomach and when he catches your eyes, your mind was sent reeling. You weren’t sure if the feeling was mutual, but you certainly knew how you felt about the Firelord.

What you felt for him was definitely more than what a friend should have, but you refrained from ever taking it any step beyond that. After all, he was your superior and the Firelord. It was precisely for that reason you didn't know how to deal with see his nightmares. It seemed like a very personal matter and you didn't want to overstep your boundaries, fearing that it might ruin what you two had. Simply put, it wasn't your business.

“No…please.”

Zuko’s mumbling pulls you out of your thoughts and you watch Zuko as he continues to toss and turn around the bed. Under normal circumstances, you wouldn't have gotten involved, but his nightmares was impeding on his ability to be an effective Firelord so you have no other choice. You stood up from your kneeling position and leaned over to gently shake him awake when he suddenly whispered before swinging up his arms as if getting ready to send a fireball.

“No, please! Don’t…don’t hurt her."

Your eyes widened at the sudden realization that Zuko was about to firebend so you quickly forced his arms down to his sides and put your weight on him. Awkwardly maneuvering so that you can face him, you reached to cup his cheek as you whisper softly, “Zuko...shhh...hey, it’s ok. Wake up, Zuko.”

Zuko slowly blinks his eyes open, his golden eyes connecting with yours, dazed. His eyes were heavy with sleep, but when he suddenly realizes the position you're in his eyes widen as he asks lowly, “(YN) - what’s wrong?”

He sits up and you let him after making sure he was fully awake. He tilts his head at your frown and brings to brush his thumb on your jaw when you don't reply right away. You blink up to him and you give him a reassuring smile as you slip your hand onto his, noting that his hand was still shaking.

“Zuko, you were having a nightmare…Is everything ok?”

Zuko's eyes widen briefly as he stares down where your hand was brushing his knuckles before reluctantly pulling his hands away to rub his eyes out of sleep. He knows he should tell the truth and tell you he's been having nightmares. But he wasn't ready to share the contents of his nightmare with you yet. It ranged from his father breaking out prison and reclaiming the throne, to Azula escaping the asylum and hurting everyone he loved and cared about - including you. Tonight, he had dreamt he saw Azula take you as a prisoner and use you against him. Azula was about to use her signature lightning to hurt you when you had woken him up. He remember feeling so shaken at the thought of not reaching you in time.

Zuko had woken up to your worried face, your hand stroking his cheek softly. He had to force himself not to pull you into him and press those worries away, but he instead sat up against his headboard. He didn’t want to make you more worried or make your job harder as it is; so he simply just pats your hand and reassures, "It was nothing. I'm fine now."

You sigh as you hang your head with a shake. It was now or never. Whispering lowly, you looked up back at him with a raised brow, "Excuse me, my lord, if step out of line. But I know you've been having nightmares. After all, I'm supposed to look after you. Not to mention, I keep hearing complaints about your irritable mood from Suki and the rest of the warriors.”

Zuko shakes his head with a smile on his face, laughing through his nose, “Nothing ever escapes you, huh?”

You laugh easily before squeezing his hand again. “No, it doesn’t, Zuko.”

The easy way his name rolls out your tongue makes him inhale sharply. It was always “sir”, or “my lord”, or “my king.” So anytime his own name came out of your mouth, it made him crave it just a bit more. Zuko briefly trails his eyes over your face noting how the candle on his nightstand made your features glow - from your striking eyes to the curve of your soft lips that looked so tempting.

“I did have a nightmare, but I’m fine now. I’m actually wide awake now,” Zuko sighs as he brushes his hair with his fingers as his sigh turns into a yawn. He blushes as he covered his mouth with the back of his hand.

You smirk at him and Zuko feels his stomach twist at the sight of your painted lips. He wondered how soft it would feel under his own? Zuko inwardly shook his head at his thought.

He was awake right? Right.

Snorting at him, you reply “And I’m a platypus bear. You need sleep, my king. Suki mentioned that you will be meeting with the Earth King today so you need all of your energy.”

As you move to stand from the bed, however, Zuko’s hands shot out and tugs at it, making you tilt your head at him. “Did you need anything?” You ask.

Zuko shook his head. “I...I just feel wide awake. I don't think I can go back to sleep at this point.”

You put a finger on your chin as you wrack your head with ideas to help the Firelord sleep, before a blush spreads across your face. When you were younger, you often had problems going to sleep. Anytime that would happen, your mother would read out lout to you and, as if magic, you would fall right asleep. Her gentle, soothing voice would always lull you back to sleep. You meet Zuko’s eyes expectantly and you sigh with defeat.

“Alright, I have an idea." You rose from the bed as one of Zuko's brows raise in curiosity.

Zuko crosses his arms, an amused smirk spreading across his lips. "An idea? That's a first..."

You turn sharply at him to glare playfully, "Oh shut it. Anyways, when I was younger, my mother would always read to me whenever I had troubles going to sleep. Wanna give it a try?”

Zuko hums in thought and says, “Doubt it’ll work for me, but how can I pass up such a great opportunity. It’s not everyday the Firelord gets to have someone read them to bed.".”

You laugh through your nose, shaking your head as you walk up to the bookcases that adored the wall. Zuko watches as you look through his bookcase with a lazy smile. He almost felt delirious from the lack of sleep and wondered if he was truly still sleeping. As you continued to look through the books, Zuko let his mind wander back to his nightmare.

He still felt some of the traces of anxiety from his dream lay heavy in his chest and he clutched at the sheets when a flash of your face in pain hits him. A slight wave of protectiveness washed over him. He understand that in your line of work, you could get hurt anytime. Even worse is that he knew you would put your life on the line for him.

And that frightened him.

You would do anything to protect the Fire Lord. He felt the fine line of their relationship, always teetering to something more. But the fear of you getting hurt because of him was the only thing preventing him from pursuing the relationship even further. No matter how much he wanted to.

Oh, how he thought about being with you. Zuko would wake up every morning with you in his bed, instead of by his balcony as you guarded him all night. He wanted to eat dinner with you, instead of watching taking a bite from his plate before giving the plate to him. He wanted to take you to the Jasmine Dragon and have tea with his uncle instead of you reading over his itinerary and checking the tea shop's perimeter. He wanted more.

But for now, Zuko decided to just admire you from afar and hoped that you would stay by his side until he was ready to tell you his true feelings. He watched fondly as you turn and cock your head at him, brows raised, “I didn’t know you liked fairy tales, my king…”

Zuko rubs the back of his neck with embarrassment before sharing, “Actually, I found it among my mother’s things. I wanted to keep everything that was here in tact.”

Your heart tugs at hearing Zuko talk about his mother and you smile tenderly. “Lets read it then."

As you make your way to his bed again, Zuko scoots over a bit and makes room beside him on the bed. Warmth spreads across your cheeks when Zuko pats the space next to him. You were about to refuse when you finally gave in to that part of you that so desperately wanted to throw caution to the wind and just openly express your feelings for him. It took a lot of willpower to keep your composure as you kick off your boots and remove the Kyoshi armor, leaving you to your green dress uniform. You sit next to him shly, before Zuko sighs with exasperation and wraps his arms around your shoulders to pull you in closer. He puts the blankets over both your laps and looks at you expectantly.

You breathe through your nose with amusement before clearing your throat, “Comfy?”

Zuko looks at you with a tired, lopsided smile. “Yes. Well, come on, let’s get on with it.”

Shaking your head, you flip to the first page and start reading.

“Once upon a time…" ------

Zuko was fighting to stay awake as your soothing voice lulled him to sleep as you continued to read out loud from the pages. He had somehow scooted so that his head laid on your lap as you stroke some of his hairs away. You would occasionally stop to flip the page before going back to your ministrations. You were so warm that it made him feel safe. He finally surrendered and let his eyes, that were heavy with sleep, drop.

You stop the mid-sentence as you hear a slight snore coming from Zuko, his eyes closed with sleep. Brushing your hands through his scalp, you hear a slight groan and your cheeks flush at the deep sound. You shook your head out of stupor and leaned over to whisper in his ear, “You need to sleep, m’lord.”

Zuko just hums as he cuddles more to your side. “Mmhm, you’re comfy.”

You laugh quietly, as you slowly pull yourself out of his grip, Zuko curling into your previous spot. Your heart tugs at his peaceful expression, glad that his nightmare seems to no longer plaguing his mind - at least that’s what you hoped. Carefully marking your place in the book, you place it on his bedside table before pulling the blanket under Zuko’s chin and tucking it around him, before staring at the Fire Lord with a soft smile.

You smile as you brush some of his hair away as Zuko mumbles something incoherent under his breath as you lean over.

Zuko was on the brink of sleep when he feels the brush of your fingers through his hair and a smile tugs at his lips. He sighs when he feels your soft lips on his forehead, your lips brushing against his skin as you whisper, “Goodnight, my lord. May you sleep well tonight.”

And Zuko falls into a dreamless, peaceful sleep.

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The next morning, Zuko finds himself alone in his bed. He swore you were with him last night but shook his head and concluded that it must have just been a dream. He looks over at the balcony door where he sees you standing up straight as if you haven’t moved all night. He yawns as his arms stretch upwards, finally feeling rested for the first time in days. The nightmares that he had been having were truly taking toll with his sleep. Zuko stretched his arms up high as he let out of satisfied groan when he felt some of bones crack. He wondered how he was able to get such good sleep until he sees a familiar book on his bedside table, and the memories of last night comes rushing back.

Zuko remembered you waking him up from his nightmare and then reading to him. He must've fallen asleep after that. He glances over at you again and notices that you’ve shifted your weight a bit. He knows that you know that he’s awake. Grabbing a robe by his bed, he put it on as he walks out of the chilly air of his balcony.

He stands beside you as he looks over the palace grounds and then up at the sky. Feeling the energy from the morning sun waking him up. He glanced over to you and greets, “Good morning.”

You glance over at him and give him a small smile. “Good morning, my lord. Should I get the maids to get your breakfast now?”

Zuko ponders briefly before smiling over you. "That would be great, (YN)."

You politely nod to him, glad to see he looked more rested than the previous day. As you were about to turn on your heel to go back to the main hall to find a maid, Zuko's hand on your arm stops you. Glancing down at his hand, a blush reaches your cheeks. With a questioning brow, you ask, "Is there something wrong?"

The Firelord looked sheepish, bringing a hand behind his neck and rubbing it nervously. He wanted to take that firs step and this was his chance. It was now or never. A pink tint rises up to his cheeks as he Zuko shyly suggests, "Actually, I was hoping you can come and join me for breakfast."

Your cheeks redden even more as your insides rush with excitement. Biting your lip, you look up at his through your lashes before replying, "I would love that."

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When We First Met

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galvus · 3 years

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prompt: thunderous • words: 1266 • era: stormblood patch content • [ masterpost ] relating to or giving warning of thunder / very powerful or intense.

Gyr Abanian storms were unlike anything Bianca had ever experienced while traversing both Eorzea and Ilsabard.

In Gridania, the ground was wet more than it was dry, with drowned out afternoons and skies full of fat-bellied clouds that were dark as night. Rivers flooded over onto trails and brought a great deal of aquatic life with them.

Springtime welcomed in the worst of it. Their rainy season was comprised of torrential downpours and blistering winds that oftentimes conjured up whip-like spouts over the water.

She heard stories of the hurricanes that battered Vylbrand during the late summers, of the dangerous rains in unprotected and unprepared Thanalan, of the rains in Coerthas that turned into feet of immovable now or piercing sleet or massive, fist-sized balls of hail.

There was snow in Garlemald, too, but the streets were paved clean of it as it fell by hulking vehicles with plows at their fronts. It was the air that posed more danger than the snow itself; going out without the necessary layers was a risk most weren't willing to take when the capitol was at its coldest.

Halvar warned her about the storms in Gyr Abania long before she arrived, but words couldn't acclimate her to them without the added life experience.

They were on their way to Castellum Velodyna when one such storm arrived seemingly out of nowhere.

“Touch down over there!” Halvar cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted over the deafening sound of the working airship. He repeated himself once more to relay the message to the pilot, who tugged down the muffs he wore over his ears to better hear him. “We've got a storm incoming!”

“A bloody storm!?” the pilot cried back, his hands steady on the wheel as he whipped around to take a look at the sky with his own eyes. “Oh, gods be good!”

Bianca leaned closer to the ship's railing to see around Halvar's broad shoulder.

Out the back of the ship, she could see the storm approaching on the horizon. Or, rather, she could see what she assumed was the storm on what she could only imagine was the horizon. Beneath sickly gray-blue clouds, there was nothing but a blur from the sky to the ground, like a bedsheet stretched across the whole of the area.

Soon after they noticed the incoming storm, she saw it – a crack of light across the sky, piercing through the miasma of rain and crashing into a column of rock. And then, moments later, a roll of thunder overwhelmed even the airship's impossibly loud engine.

They were a ways out from the docks, but the pilot didn't speed up in hopes of arriving there in time. Instead, he barked out a, “Steady for landing!” and tipped the airship's nose down sharply.

Bianca's heels slid on the deck as the angle of her world shifted.

She floundered for only a moment before gripping even more tightly on the railing in front of her, but that wasn't the only thing she found stabilizing her.

An arm curled around her waist and pulled her closer to the safety of the edge. Halvar stared down at her with soft eyes, lit up with concern for all of them. “Steady,” he murmured in the same voice he always used with her – a quiet, supportive rumble, ready to reassure or encourage her at a moment's notice. “It'll be over soon.”

Bianca leaned easily into his chest. She shut her eyes and gripped even more tightly onto the railing as the dipping airship caused her stomach to follow suit.

Another bolt of lightning forced a tense shiver up her spine, her shoulders pinching upwards in anticipation for the harrowing roll of thunder that she knew would follow. Storms didn't usually scare her, but the suddenness of this one, the ferocity of the lightning and the drowning rains...

Fear rose in her blood.

“Right over there!” The volume of the approaching storm forced the Warrior of Light to scream in order for the pilot to hear. “There's an outcropping of stone for us to hide in!”

Wind howled around them, soaking the first few droplets of inclement rain into the light fabric of her dress. The airship lurched to the right. Their bodies hugged against the railing, and Bianca buried her face against the layers of worn leather and sunshine yellow cotton that Halvar wore. He stood firm, hugging her closer to his chest.

He rarely talked about his life in Gyr Abania. There were secrets even she didn't know. But if his past could save them or at least prepare them at any junction, he was always willing to share.

Even if it meant surviving a storm.

The moment the airship landed in the packed sand of the Fringes, everyone on board moved to dismount. Bianca spared one glance out of the back of the ship as the others rushed in the direction of the cave Halvar had pointed out. The forbidding sheet of rainfall was closer than before. Much closer.

In moments, the storm would be on top of them, with all its lightning and its thunder and its treacherous rains.

“Bee!”

Bianca's head swiveled in the direction of the voice. Halvar stood below the ship, holding his arms up while the others sprinted towards what they hoped would be safety. Sucking in a deep breath, she reached for the railing and climbed up one metal run, then another. She balanced on the very top for the length of a hurried breath before launching herself off of it.

A crash of lightning lit up the sky as she fell, shattering a nearby pillar of stone from top to bottom and sending a spray of white and cream-colored rock into the sky.

The impact of her body landing against his chest stole her breath away. She gasped for new air only to gulp down mouthfuls of something that smelled keenly of ozone. Her arms wound around his neck as his tucked under her thighs.

Halvar pivoted, and he ran, unwilling to put her down, knowing that doing so would waste their precious few moments remaining before the storm would be upon them.

Only when they were beneath the canopy of stone did he slow to a stop and even consider letting her down onto her own two feet. Panting, he let go of her only to use those same hands to smooth a mess of tousled locks of hair away from her face.

“Are you alright, love?”

Bianca took a deep breath and shut her eyes to steady herself, fingers curling at the warm skin of his forearms. Just as she did, the sky above them tore open, and the flood of warm, summertime rain seeped into the sands. Had she been left to her own devices, she would have been caught between the airship and the haven they'd discovered.

“I am,” she said, twisting around to peer out into the Fringes.

What had been a beautiful stretch of desert had become nothing but a sheet of white in an instant. Lightning struck. Thunder rocked through the walls of the cave.

“I thought you might have been lying about the storms,” Bianca said, a frightened chuckle weaving its way into her words. “This is... impressive.”

“Less impressive when you're out there,” Halvar teased.

The pilot let out a sharp, uncomfortable laugh from where he stood at the very back. The sound pulled a hearty laugh out of the Warror of Light, one that shook the walls around them as surely as any roll of thunder could.

#ffxivwrite2021 #type: ffxivwrite #oc: bianca #oc: halvar #ship: halvar x bianca #mine: writing

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dalekofchaos · 3 years

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So um I saw the A&E Macho Man biography. What the fucking shit was that? This was a goddamn burial and a fucking hit piece if I ever saw one.

The first sign I KNEW this was gonna suck is that the first face we see is not Randy, it’s Hogan. Hulk Hogan is a lying sack of fucking shit. His appearance only proved to me why Randy Savage NEVER really saw Hulk Hogan as a “Friend” Hulk Hogan is, was, and always has been, a garbage human being and a garbage wrestler whose only real skills were self promotion at the expense of others. Fuck Hogan and everything about him, his career, and everything he has ever done.

I was also miffed at the “7 year run” comment. That "7 year run" comment drove me insane. Between WWE and WCW, Savage was working on top or close to it from 85-99. He had a role in Spider Man in 2002 and to this day his likeness is used to sell Slim Jims. Hardly a 7 year run. What a moronic comment.

What was with the people being interviewed? Bubba the love sponge? WHat is that repulsive piece of shit doing talking about Macho Man Randy Savage? Bubba has never IN HIS LIFE taken the option to be anything other than a reprehensible fat pile of shit. He lives in the ultimate glass house. Set his best friend Hogan up. The shit he did to Kong. The psychological terrorism he did to Heather that caused her to leave him...and the way he terrorized her and got his hangers on to terrorize her when she finally got away from him. He has no room to speak on anyone.

Peter Rosenburg? Dan Soder? Gorgeous George’s sister(who couldn't even show her face to make the accusations she did)? WHAT ARE ANY OF THESE FUCKING PEOPLE DOING TO TALK ABOUT RANDY SAVAGE?

Other than Bischoff’s wife, Ricky Steamboat and Lanny Poffo himself...this totally went above and beyond to paint Savage in unnecessarily negative lights. They couldn’t even get DDP to talk about their feud in WCW.

This is like the Self-Destruction Of the Ultimate Warror levels of burial. But speaking of the Ultimate Warrior, I bet you ANYTHING they will do nothing but gush what a great person he was....

Before anyone comes at me and tells me he was not a perfect man, that’s not what I’m getting at. This was completely different from the Austin and Piper biographies. They were done beautifully. Why is it they brought up how Randy mistreated Elizabeth and Gorgeous George, but they did not bring up Austin beating up Debra? What kind of fucking double standard is that?

How is it that Dark Side Of The RIng painted Randy Savage in a better light, but WWE’s official biography is a glorified burial?

Randy is dead and cannot tell his side of the story, hell he couldn’t even come back after WCW closed down, he was blacklisted and never came back. WWE is controlling the narrative. History is written by the victims.

This just makes me think there’s more to the Stephanie story than meets the eye. There’s no way or reason Vince would carry this big of a grudge, forever, when he’s forgiven everyone else.

The first two were happy happy joy joy, but this one? It’s a glorified burial. It’s sad because he was arguably as big of a star as Hogan and Piper. Randy deserved better.

#WWE #Macho Man Randy Savage #Randy Savage #Macho Man

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spaceshipkat · 4 years

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Not sure if you're an anime fan, but eons ago, sjm mentioned that Utena, Reyearth, Gundam Wing, Fushigi Yuugi, and Ronin Warriors were her favourite animes growing up during some interview. I never watched Ronin Warrors and dropped a few of them. (Gundam Wing is known for being the "pretty boy" entry of the franchise along with Seed. Make of that as you will.) p1

p2 But the I have watched Sailor Moon and Utena. These two stuck out to me. Sailor Moon is probably one of the first magical girl series that took off in the west, and the characters have strong friendships with each other. Utena is along the same lines, but it's also famous for being progressive for LGBT people. A lot of western LGBT content creators were inspired by it like the She Ra reboot. (Sailor Moon had LGBT content in it, but it was censored out of the US release, so understandable.) p2

The strange thing is that you'd think that she would be more aware and write LGBT/ female protagonists better. But, eh, guess she just writes whatever she wants. (Also, go watch Utena. It's actually a pretty cool anime and has a pretty good LGBT couple at the centre of it. As a warning, it can be weird and dark at times.)

i’m not a big anime person, but yeah, consuming progressive and inclusive content is only one step of the process, though sj///m doesn’t seem to realize that. the content she supposedly consumes doesn’t seem to make a fucking dent in her perception of marginalized people. for instance, she posted on insta that she read and loved All Boys Aren’t Blue:

but i doubt it’s really going to make an impact on how she views queer POC, POC in general, and queer people in general, bc she reads stuff but it definitely doesn’t translate to what she writes. we have more than enough proof she doesn’t care about anyone marginalized, such as how half-assed her supposed “diversity” is in CCity. people like to claim she’s really improved from k0a to CCity, but i emphatically disagree. sure, you can argue she includes more marginalized rep in CCity, but it’s 1) vague enough as to be confusing for the reader (i keep seeing fanart of Hunt as a tan white dude, which tells me that his description in the book as a potential MOC isn’t as clear as it should be), 2) problematic (bc, for instance, we have Juniper, a black woman, be part fawn and be fetishized for her skin tone), 3) unimportant to the plot (do Fury and Juniper matter to the plot at all? nope. sj///m just includes them for “points”), and 4) it’s shallow as fucking shit (the way Juniper and Fury are introduced as a couple can easily be perceived as simply a deep friendship, which is not representation. make it explicit or get tf out). and all of that’s just from one book, and definitely not exhaustive.

so sure, we have sj///m consuming inclusive content, but consuming it is only one step of the process. you have to internalize it, learn from it, do outside research, and make those marginalized identities as important to you as privileged identities. you have to actively challenge the notions you’re raised to believe as a privileged person. only then will someone make changes that prove we matter to them.

#ask #anonymous #anti sjm #anti ccity #queer tw

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freewilllife · 3 years

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I am following Yona by your blog because I like your opinions and explanations,and I lost interest in Yona from Xing act. After i read your last update about it and I am still very disappoint. It make me reminding a fic that I wanted to write,but i give up because it was too dark and fantasy and I like to know your opinion. After Xing act ,Yona and company end up in a city that celebrate the Dark dragon,Hiryuu and phoenix like kouka founders. Kiya fights with them saying Dark dragon is evil and citizens say only hiryuu and dark dragon care about humans,for other gods humans are toys, the citizens are really proud of their religion and happy they are again free to celebrate without perserccution from king Il. In the end the group decide to stay and seeing the festival that explain the legends by dance, after an injury Yona substitutes Hiryuu'darcer and met the dancer of Dark dragon,I don’t remember the name but it mean ombra d'argento. Yona got very well with him and dance like they know each other. The citizens explain the legend, Hiryuu met the drak dragon,who is the god of deads,crossroads,magic and keep evil spirits away from the world and heaven. Hiryuu is curious about humans and so they became friends,bit other dragons doesn’t like dark dragon because he is near to mortal world so less pure. Hiryuu decided to live like human and asked to dark dragon to send him on earth like he does, dark dragon explain because he is god of crossroad he can travel and change his form without losing his power,but hiryuu ’d be human. Hiryuu conviced him and we got the first hiryuu mess up;after DD send his friend other gods tried to kill him and he fall on earth for salving himself,he is deeply injiured he cannot come back. DD met a woman,who will became the first general of sky tribu and called phoenix . They fall in love and getting married. same things about hiryuu ,until he met his friend again during a negotiation between his kingdom and the sky tribe. Hiryuu was sorry for what happened to Dd who didn’t blame him,but he is happy because he met phoenix,got a family and don’t be treat like shit,but he said sky tribe ’d stay indipendend and he will fight for it. Hiryuudecide to leave because he felt guilty about his friend,and also aware he and gis warror cannot beat a dragon god. But other dragons contact Hiryuu and saying they need DD come back because hell’s gate is becoming weak and they don’t want evil spirits free. Hiryuu spoke with DD who said he alreasy knew but they don’t need to worry,his dark dragon warriors can handle, he is awake of his responsability but he just want to leave like human ultil his wife die,but other dragons didn’t trust him so they conviced Hiryuu to betrayed and kill him,so it must come back. Sky tribe don’t get well and DD is pissed on ,so much other dragons think maybe we made a mistake. DD in past has swear to other dragons he will never hurt Hiryuu,not directly, he opens the gate of hell and let evil spirits ruin the world,he also send his most wicked dragon warrior,only safe place is sky tribe. DD knew Hiryuu is empatic so seeing all that suffer it hurt him deeply,also because the gods didn’t care about humans,so they don’t stop him. Also because DD was always been the strongest but know he is not passive pushback anymore,so they are afraid of him.

Phoenix stopped that armaggedon by killing herself,so she can speak with DD,she could conviced him but now she is going in hell for her sin. Hiryuu tried to fix that by donation of godlike to her,so she became a godness.

Hiryuu won the war with sky tribe and married the first daught of DD and phoenix,who hates so much hiryuu for all pain he caused her family and her tribe,she treathed their children like enemy’s children,hiryuu’s gift created the crimison illness.

After all explaination,group is really shocked by the story,they don’t believe ultil Zeno confirmed it, the group understand also the misterious dancer is DD,who is warning her of big enemy,but everytimes he tried to speak he is pain like is in controll of big force,and he dissappered.

During the festival Yona met a maskered man to sacred weeping willow,that legends said is connect with dead world so you can pay homage to your loved ones,they got a deeply corvetion of regret and redention. HE seems familiar but Yona doesn’t know why.

Next part actions has got conseguences, Yona got contact by lady yon-hi who said she gotimportant news on her mother and Soo won.

Lady yon-hi is a weak woman scared by her son and his husband,she said Yona’s uncle killed kashi and she is afraind of kouka, she said what Yona’s company wants to heard,only one suspicion is Yun who sneak inside in Sw old room and find his diary hiding in the book gift from his father,the story of first general. The diary said SW thought his mother is poisoning his father with something make him violent,she beat him and when he told to kaishi she died,yun fined also a prodtion of nadai. The true information are to late, yon-hi has already poisoned all them,only one can do something is Zeno but he got kock out by hooden person. Yon hi explained what is going on; she a principess of kai and diffent from a little usurless bird like yona she was training all her life to be a spy and influence the decition of her husband for Kai. She is passionate about science so she used nadai for weakeer kouka and Yu hon,who alrealy suffer of PTSD so the nadai was really bad. Unlucky yu hon was worried about his mind so he left his thorone on his bother,the person he trusted more. Yon-hi didn’t give up so she killed kashi,who didn’t trust her and noticing the abuse sign on Soo won, framing Yu hon but conviced Il ,not going by process. After that she became his confident than lover,but Il,maybe showing a little brain ,never married her. Yona didn’t get killed only because hooden person said not do it. The hooden person is the true high prist: few people can really speak with Gods,most of them are just preteding, the priests saw in temple are just facades.That stupid facade abused their power so they were kicked out, Powerful priest like them could also own the touch of heaven,a power can controlthe free will of person forover,not diffently from your dragons they say sarcatly . Ik-su is one of their victim,when he got attacked by they and they enslave.

Touch’s heaven cannot control the dragon warriors ,but it is painful, the group got divised,Zeno and Yun are enslaved by Yo.hi,who wants to fnd a cure for crimisson illness, other dragons send away from kouka,Hak is selling,because the hight priest and yon hin thinks he is userless.

Most important thing Yona find out why she is here,the high priest has enslave the dark dragon,steeling his pearl(chinese dragons born from them and is power font),so hiryuu wants salve his friend,because other dragon don’t think it is aproblem phoenix can handle the job and high priest will die. nobidy know how much the hight priest is dangerous.

After this act is all about Soo won and Lili,who get closed so much,lili seeing most pact Lili accept to marry him despite the relanship is platonic, Lili shows to be a good queen but she is worried about Yona ,she disappered by one year,Soo won send people to find her.During that time Soo won and Lili meet the ambassadors of nomads ,one is the same man Yona met during the festival,nomads are different tribe by ruled by the queen they wants to destroy Kai tha enslaved them. During that time Hiryuu’s cult became stronger,until Kai declare war to Kouka,because their empress Yona is true rules, started a succesion war but kouka lost,and soo won send to death. Him and Il confessed their love and passed a night together,Soo won is hanged the next day. We passed againto Yona ’s point view she forced to got married to emperator of kai and becaming a puppet. After hearing the death of Soo won she could escape but got lost in desert,she is salved by normads ,and she met the festival man again,he isn’t not only ambassator,the high general of normads,but his uncle. Yu hon has got a little patience with yona, he explained when he is born were cursed/blessed by DD ,he will die only during a big battle,because Il made him fall from waterfall,he didn’t die but lost his eye and memory. He became a slave gladiotor,maybe he didn’t know who wasn’t but he is still a general,so he could organanizze a escape. He ended up with nomards,who cure hise nadai dipendence,his memories and broken heart. He decided to come to Kouka for knowing why Il did,but he arrived in famous night,he could only save Yona shooting the arrow. He doesn’t care about Kouka anymore after they took SW. Yonawith her powerful charasmatic power … cannot convince YH or nomards to help her to find the dragons. and go in war with kai In particol she got umilate by the counsil of nomads,who refused her proposal,she got mad with his uncle didn’t help her. their relationships got better when YH is less asshole and Yona judmetal. He taught her to be a real general.

She met again nomads’ boss and they let her go with yu hon to find the dragons.

Hak is with Lili and making and indipedence revolotion, and caring about lili and soo won son. The priesthood and kai are making atrocities in name of hiryuu/YONa,they wonder it is something they are making on purposed

Soo won isn’t dead,his mother used him like cavie for crimisson illness when she finished sending him with hight priest. High priest explain to Soo won in red castle there is a way to arrived in heaven,but only Hiryuu and DD’s descendets can open it. Soo won asked why they wanted that,high priest explain they hates the gods and they wants them dead. The first people who could speak with gods are born because the gods punished humans who didn’t know what was wrong,the DD gave his blod and tauch to comunicate with them. Being an oracles sucked, when the temple was gone with that power was a cursed,so they capyured the black dragon and stole his pearl for a wish, they asked for all priests losing the power,but dd couldn’t because other dragons wouldn’t give up. High priest got mad to be a puuppet of that asshole so he decide to kill them. They forced SW to work with them,saying they could using his son. Yona freed her friend,Shi ha from blind priests, Zeno from Soo won mom who get logomized by yun. Yona met Lili hk and they started to organizze the battle. Oh wella lot epic ballte with a lot of dead also yu hon,who could met his son,ultil high priest opened the gate,and using the DD as weeapon agaist the gods,yona free her friend sacrification her godhood but died. After battle DD bring her to life hiryuu/yona is a god anymore but it was her human determination to salve the world. All dragons warrior lost their power, a grim reaper appers near to zeno … it is kaya,coming to take him in heaven.

Yona give up the throne, Sw and lili rules. About the trio hak,yona and Sw they forgive each other but they cannot forget. Sorry it is very long,what do you think?

That is an interesting story that will unfortunately never be written...But I guess maybe you do want to read at least the summary...

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emerald-eyes-8917 · 4 years

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The Fire and the Rose (Critical Role oneshot)

Just a little Critical Role oneshot that’s been kicking around my head for a while, featuring an OFC who encounters the group in an upmarket hotel establishment.

Might post a snippet and develop it further soon. Not quite sure where it will go, but for the record, I’ve such a crush on Caleb Widogast and just want him to be happy.

Trigger warning for some sexual harassment and brief violence.

Thanks and enjoy!

Working in an upmarket establishment serving drinks and hot meals while keeping patrons company was never how she imagined her life turning out. Yet here she was, making what coin she could while still keeping her virtue intact.

At least Madame knew her charm could sparkle and enchant the visitors to the Elysian Grande, a swanky inn and spa in Zadash that catered to the modest and extravagantly wealthy.

Her gift was often complimented after people left the establishment, and she would be offered jewels, flowers and proposals at any stage, but she always politely refused the final offer.

So it was a unique opportunity when a group of seven weary travelers ambled in the front door, all unique and colourful with a range of voices raised in conversation as they requested rooms for the night.

As she finishes clearing the tables in the adjoining dining room, she chances a glance outside the door, and casts her eye across the new guests, each interesting and striking in their own way.

A younger girl, Angelique, sidles up and begins marking the male guests out of ten and she shushes her in a firm, good-natured way, "If Madame Dubonnet hears you, you will be peeling potatoes until the next full moon."

Angie tosses her head in a posh huff, but takes her friend's advice. One of the party present glances in their direction, a warm brown skinned woman dressed in navy blue robes with dark hair in a ponytail, and Angie puts a hand on her collarbones, glancing around to ensure she was truly the one intended, before waving towards her with her fingers.

The woman's lips quirk up in a confident smirk and she winks towards them, causing Angie to run away in a fit of giggles.

Turning back towards the foyer, she notices the woman lean towards one of the man and whisper to him with a chuckle. He is reading a book with his head bowed low, long auburn locks obscuring his features, and the moment he glances up to acknowledge her, their eyes meet for a moment.

Sapphires...

Momentarily flustered, she gives him the warmest smile one could give to a stranger and he immediately looks away back to his companion, appearing quite embarrassed.

Feeling her cheeks grow warm, she ducks back into the dining room and makes her way towards the back kitchen area, internally rebuking herself for almost pulling an Angelique stunt just now.

She grabs an apple from the kitchen and hides it in her skirt pocket, which was quite voluminous and trimmed with red lace along with a cream-coloured bodice and a matching lace wrap shawl. Nothing overtly fancy but she sewed her clothes and kept them in good repair, not having enough gold for new shoes let alone buying food for her table. She prided herself on keeping her skin from becoming mottled or her hair becoming tangled, and she was often the one who gave styling tips to the younger girls, such as curling rags and pinching their cheeks instead of applying expensive rouge.

Some of the other servants remark on the new guests appearing to be quite flush with money and would surely go on spending sprees during their stay, but the opportunity to even attempt to score an evening for some gold did not cross her mind. It had been a busy week of entertaining some upper middle class nobles who had almost drained their wine and beer supplies as well as her patience when they did their best to drag her onto their laps.

Yet that group was some of the most ragtag bunch she had ever seen, that it was almost the opening ambit of a comical joke: a green skinned half orc, a blue tiefling, a gray and pink furred firbolg, a seven foot tall warror woman with facial tattoos and leather armour, a dark haired monk figure, a tiny green goblin and a red haired dusty robed gentleman walk into a hotel.

The punchline would almost write itself.

Reaching for the large pot on the stove, Bettina squawks in warning that it was too hot, but she picks it up with ease and setting it on the large worktable in the centre of the room, tilting her head at the cook with a smile, "The soup's been simmering to perfection. I can serve it in a moment."

The older woman nods, glancing at her hands gripping the metal handle and back to her face again, "You young women are made of sterner stuff, it seems. Or else you'll have blisters in the morning. Either way, go on out of here before I have the vapours, young lady!"

The rebuke is sharp but not unkind and she hurries away, not bothered by the hot steam rising from the thick soup ladled into eight bowls that the carried on a tray upstairs into the dining room, breathing in the many aromas that the guests would soon enjoy. Perhaps she could sneak a cup of the dredges before supper.

The next few days passed in an almost ordinary fashion, and as the new group made use of the facilities and luxuries, she would observe them quietly and always offer a warm smile and a curtsy. All were equally intriguing with varying personalities and manners, treating the servants with politeness and flirtation in some cases.

One night culminated in a raucous party where the ale flowed, many songs were sung and dances performed all through the night, and she had been roped into an impromptu waltzing circle with several of the gentlemen including two members of the travelling group, who each led her with differing levels of confidence and experience.

Meanwhile, the blue tiefling girl is darting among the dancers, her laugh tinkling like a bell as she taps people on the shoulder, nudges people towards the dance floor and twirls like a ballerina, causing a great deal of mischief.

The half orc, who she had discovered from the many conversations through the days was named Fjord, spun her round quite quickly, his teeth bared in an uncomfortable but charming smile, and she hears a loud female voice heckling him, high pitched and lilting, "Lift her on your shoulders, Fjord! Show us your strength!!"

Fjord grumbles a few curses under his breath as he gives her one final twirl and she ends up in the arms of a younger man who is extremely clumsy and prone to drool on her shoulder rather than actually dance with her. As the Fjord gentleman is staggering towards the rest of the group, reaching for a stool, the tiefling called Jester hooks her arm in his and drags him back onto the dance floor, his groan of exasperation cut off by the music.

Fortunately, she is rescued by the towering firbolg who was called 'Clay', who politely interjects and takes her across the room in a very humble foxtrot as the previous man falls like a plank of wood onto the floor.

"You're very gallant for cutting in just now," she says in a gentle whisper.

"I'm sure you could have handled it," he replies, and his fur begins to darken around his cheeks as he hiccups slightly and confesses to her, "I'm not the best dancer... been in the woods for a while."

All she can muster is a nod and sparkling eyes as he takes her around the room amid the more enthusiastic solo dancers, before he departs with a bow and a light kiss to the back of her hand as the music comes to a brief pause.

There is applause and a few enthusiastic cheers as the musicians take a quick break.

She was pleasantly tired but not quite dropping from exhaustion just yet as she notices the third man from the group leaning by the wall, drinking a large goblet by himself.

As he looks across the room at her, she gives a friendly wave and he immediately turns away, blushing quite red.

She twirls a lock of her hair, not quite sure what to make of this shy, reluctant figure. He appeared uncomfortable in this setting, even isolated, but before she could think to approach him, she looks over her shoulder to see that Angelique is giving a signal to her that one of the other girls was in a spot of bother in the far right corner.

Nodding, she gathers her skirts, puts on a determined expression and walks stridently to the corner where three men have surrounded Charlotte, a younger girl with ebony hair in long ringlets, who is clearly uncomfortable at the attention as one man takes a piece of her hair towards his nose and another tugs her skirt.

She bats their hands away with a measure of courage and each time she breaks away, the tallest man would reach for her waist, drunkenly bellowing, "Come on, darling, you've been such a delight. Come back to my room for the night, I've got some ideas on what to do with you."

Bracing herself, she inserts herself right in the centre of the group after swiftly ducking beneath the legs of one of the other men, interposing herself between the lecherous man and her friend, taking hold of his meaty hand and dragging it away from Charlotte's waist with no hint of misunderstanding, "She's not going anywhere. The girl clearly said no."

Immediately, the circle breaks as two of the men take a few steps back, thinking better on being brutes, but the ringleader who had propositioned roars in laughter, clearly much more inebriated than the others, "Two for the price of one. Come on, love, give us a kiss."

He begins to raise his hand towards her bodice, more than likely about to grope her, and time appears to slow down, down, down.

Not even blinking, she shifts on her back foot as her hand moves quite quickly, balled into a fist, it makes sharp, swift contact with his throat and he staggers back, clutching his neck, dropping like a sack of potatoes, falling heavily onto a table and upending it, sending goblets and plates flying and smashing to the floor.

He lays on his back, chest heaving and eyes glazed over, spittle drooling from his mouth as he groans in pain.

Silence descends on the room as people take in the scene, some murmurs beginning and the atmosphere simmering with tension.

She breathes out slowly, shaking her hand which is tingling from the punch. Charlotte is trembling behind her and she reaches back to take her hand, squeezing lightly, "You're alright now. No one's going to hurt you."

The other two back up, nearly stumbling over their own feet, hands raised in surrender, stammering about not wanting any trouble, giving second looks to their comrade who still has not moved.

Her voice is steady and carries through the entire room, "Look to your friend. Bring him to the apothecary at the west end of the thoroughfare. Something to do for his hangover, as well. Nothing we can do about wounded pride, though. If he tries anything like that again, he will deal with the Madame and will not get off so lightly. Understood?"

The men whimper and scurry to assist their friend, lifting him up and dragging him from the room, tails firmly between their legs.

Turning to Charlotte, she tilts her chin up and looks her over, seeing only flushed cheeks and bloodshot eyes, smiling gently, "Come on, let's get you some milk and honey. I'll have Bettina find some candied fruits in the larder..."

With a nod from the younger woman and a whispered word of gratitude, she links Charlotte's arm, keeping her hand on top of hers and walks through the room, giving pleasant nods to all in attendance, becoming the gracious lady once again.

As she passes by the adventuring party, feeling their eyes on her all the while, the little goblin girl hops up and begins to applaud, "Woo!! Woo hoo!! What a shot! What a punch! You showed him, yeah!!"

The rest of the gathering begin to clap as well. some banging on the table, hooting and hollering, joined soon by the rest of the guests and the musicians strike up a triumphant fanfare.

Turning back, she allows herself a bemused smile at all the attention. Charlotte releases her arm and claps as well.

Feeling overwhelmed at the attention, she chooses to remain outwardly calm and composed as she gives a low curtsy, her hand on her heart, drinking in the celebratory atmosphere.

As she stands, she looks towards the man with auburn hair and blue eyes, who is tapping one hand against his glass in an appreciative but much more understated manner, and gives her a nod with the faint hint of an impressed smile.

Overcome with showmanship, she closes her eyes and plucks the red rose that had been nestled in her bosom and throws it in a deft arc into the crowd, the amusement and cheering growing louder still, and she winks at Charlotte before they make their exit.

The tale was told throughout the establishment all night and for the rest of the week, her actions always justified as defending a woman from three hulking brutes, though her manner of dispatching the man became more and more elaborate and the injuries he suffered varying between his throat, his losing an eye or having been kicked in the nether regions.

Through it all, she demurred to any compliments and neither confirmed or denied the details, only smiling to herself in a secret, enigmatic manner.

A few moments after the two women of the house had left, the rose still lays on the floor off in a corner away from the music and the partying crowd, not being trampled on or disturbed, simply forgotten.

A pair of dusty boots approaches and stops a few inches away from the flower, as Caleb kneels down and picks the bloom up, holding it carefully in his hands.

All he does is tilt his head, deep in thought, names and faces rushing through his head as he inhales the scent of the petals, the stem having its thorns removed.

Glancing towards the group of his companions, his eyes falling on Jester who is giggling with Nott at a joke just imparted, thinking as well of the woman in red who just showed great courage, he places the rose in the inner pocket of his coat, not quite sure what he would do with it just yet.

Carrying the flower like a secret, he returns to the group, offering smiles and dry banter to the ones he now called friends.

#critical role #fanfiction #caleb widogast #caduceus clay #fjord stone #nott the brave #jester lavorre #beauregard lionnett #yasha nydoorin #original female character #the fire and the rose

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msetseh · 5 years

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‘Short’ ShB Rant

More than anything I think ShadowBringers brought a lot of deep emotion and well written plot to the series, it went above and beyond. I love it to death and it’s certainly the best expansion in my mind.

That said, I think the way they played up the concept of being the “Warror of Darkness” and the actual execution of it wildly differs.

My biggest disappointment with ShB is that they didn’t use the “Warrior of Darkness” title to its full ability. “Become what you must” has no meaning if you’re doing the same thing you did before. Being the “Warrior of Darkness” is as much the same title as is being the “Warror of Light”. You get the First and you continue to do WoL things. The people know that the Light is bad, they want Darkness It’s not even Darkness in a traditional sense, they just don’t want the everlasting Light and Sineaters and congratulations you get to deliver that to them.

The only major person you have problems with is Vauthry, but that makes sense. From the start they make it painfully clear that he has little to no normal morals, views himself as literally a god and is willing to kill to meet his ends. He’s the big bad for you to take down.

I think what I would have liked to see is a bigger take on “Warrior of Darkness”. Maybe instead of the people of the First showing clear dislike for everything “Light”, it would be more compelling to have the people still praise it.

Getting eaten by a sin eater would be a “Blessing” and the Church of the First Light is in full power with Vauthry at the head of it.

Think of the story if you new exactly what you needed to do as the Warrior of Darkness but everyone absolutely hated you for it. You’re destroying their precious Light and you are, for all intensive purposes The Villain. The public and those in power hate you and want to see you and your friends burn but you know that what your doing is “good”.

“Become what you must” would make a lot more sense in this aspect. You don’t WANT to fight against the people of the First, but you know you HAVE to in order to save them and the Source.

#final fantasy xiv #spoilers #ffxiv #shadowbringers

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project-black-seraph · 5 years

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✮ : ━ PEOPLE I’D LIKE TO KNOW BETTER / MUN MEME. ! ❫

( Please be mature)

– one / name / alias.

Pent, or Penty

– two / birthday.

Feb 6th

– three / zodiac sign.

Aquarius

– four / height.

5′-03″

– five / hobbies.

Art

viddy games

writing

reading

sewing

– six / favourite colors.

Black, Purple, Blue, red, green

– seven / favourite books.

Anything out of Harry potter, or the Warrors series, the sonic comics (be it archie or IDW) if that counts? I dont read as much i used to..

– eight / last song listened to.

Bad Guy and Bury a friend by Billie Eilish

– nine / last film watched.

it was either Into the Spiderverse, or a rewatch of Kungfu Panda

– ten / inspiration for muse.

I like eclipse, and i like makin ocs. Like, i will watch a movie and immediately wanna make an oc. I just happened to be rereading the black arms arc of the archie comics and got the idea/urge to make a black arms oc.

I also kinda did it so i have an excuse to ship with an eclipse buuuuut

– eleven / dream job.

Animator, Tattoo Artist, maybe work on the IDW comics.

– twelve / meaning behind your url.

just a nod to his backstory. Made by GUN in an attempt to reproduce Project Shadow with a slightly different goal. Project Shadow---->Project Black Seraph.

since all the black arm species are variations black or dark, and he was meant to be guardian/body guard, i went i with Black Seraph

Tagged by @two-evil-tails

Tagging whomst ever wanna do this

#about the mun

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riajade01 · 5 years

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Don’t Tempt The Wrath

This sprang fully-formed from my head thanks to @wrathetc posting the video from The West Wing’s episode, “Election Day”, where the White House staff engage in some election day superstition. Being the Sith Warror-obsessed hack that I am, I couldn’t hear the repeated phrase “don’t tempt the wrath” without coming back to SWTOR. And this happened. I have no idea whose POV it is, to be honest. Go with it.

Quinn is in his later years. He's seventy, but through a combination of fistidious self care, Imperial medicine - and, those who know his spouse whisper, Sith alchemy - he acts like he's fifteen years younger than he is. He's teaching conterintelligence methods at the main Military Academy on Dromund Kaas. He's a bit of a curmudgeon and still a stickler for regulation - though less than someone like Pierce would expect - and his students, with very few exceptions, can never distinguish his jokes from his usual, serious mien. So they just obey. They grumble, but they obey.

1000 hours, the class is analyzing a subset of Republic data looking for patterns. One student pulls up a holonet site that is definitely a front for the black market.

They joke about importing ill-gotten Republic weapons tech.

"Please don't say that...." Quinn says from across the room. At the stunned silence, he looks up, hard gaze finding each of his students in turn. "I'm not kidding; you don't know who's listening."

"The clearance flimsiwork is filed," one cheekier student, Torres - a dark haired woman of an age with Quinn's eldest, Stasze - points out.

"Clearance for this mission is filed," Quinn acknowledges. "No one has cleared you for any sort of weapons acquisition, let alone illegal weapons trade."

"You really think they’ll take this seriously?"

"I don't know. Do you really want to tempt the Wrath?" he asks, raising a dark brow.

"Is she the Empire's Wrath still?" someone jokes. "Or the Wrath of the... whatever?"

"Keep talking like that, Mr. Tieg, and you will definitely tempt the Wrath of the whatever, from-" he sputters, and no one knows if it's with laughter or outrage, "from high atop the- the thing. Is that what you want?"

"No," says Tieg hesitantly.

"Then go outside, turn around three times, and spit. What in blazes is the matter with you?"

"It's pouring outside," Tieg replies with a laugh, turning back to his monitor.

Ovech takes that moment to stride into the room, catching the end of the argument. "What's going on?"

"General Quinn is warning us against abusing our clearance for this assignment, sir," Torres replies.

"Of course he is; you know this room is monitored, right?"

"By the Wrath from high atop the thing?" Tieg quips.

Quinn gestures toward the student, rolling his eyes. The cadets these days is unspoken but keenly understood by everyone in the room.

"You have to go outside, turn around three times, and curse in Ancient Sith," Ovech orders, face utterly serious.

"Spit," Quinn corrects.

"Spit and curse."

"Go!" Quinn barks, pointing toward the door. "Do everything. Go!"

Tieg hesitates a heartbeat longer.

"Go!" echoes Ovech.

Caught between two nigh-legendary officers barking at him, Tieg goes.

Later that evening, Quinn lies on their bed, recounting the story to his wife as she readies herself for bed, grinning impudently at her delighted laughter.

#swtor #the west wing #sith warrior #malavai quinn #quinn and mara are trolls

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ffxivpathoflight · 5 years

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【basics】

Name: Yansa Ru’shi (Yansa of the Ru’shi). Epithet: The Shadow. Age: 22 Race: Xaela Au Ra Gender: Female. Sexuality: Though her only relationship so far has been with a male, she is not yet completely sure herself. Nameday: the 14th Sun of the 6th Umbral Moon. Guardian Deity: Althyk the Keeper, god of time and surveyor of change. Elemental Crystal: Wind. Marital Status: In a relationship with Mikhel Shir’valah. Voice: Eden Riegel.

【appearance】

Hair: Yansa has straight, lustrous dark purple hair in a medium cut that frames her face; a few bangs partially hide her left eye. Given her discipline, it has been sometimes compared to a hood. Eyes: As it is said to happen to children born with an exceptional strong Echo, she has odd eyes: her left eye is bright red, while the right one is light blue. Both of her eyes’ irises have a deep black limbal ring that make her gaze appear unusually intense. Height & Build: Yansa is petite even by Auri standards at 1′46m, yet this lithe, apparenly frail frame actually works to her benefit, giving her extraordinary agility and helping her to go unnoticed by others. Her skin is a pale blue, which contrasts with the darkest tones of her hair and scales. Distinguishing Marks: Her elegantly curved horns and wiry, spiky tail. Of course, being a Xaela, they are covered in midnight-color scale. Common Accessories: Yansa is seldom seen without her ninja mask. It is not because she follows the shinobi dressing code, which she does, but because it also helps her deal with her shyness. She only takes it off when she is with people she truly trusts.

【personal】

Profession: Scion of the Seventh Dawn, formerly Guardian of Light and currently Guardian of Darkness. She began training in the ways of the arcanist, but she soon took on the way of the ninja, and excelled at it. Hobbies: Because of the ways of her tribe, Yansa enjoys reading. Her favorite topics are history and mythology. Languages: Common [fluent], old Xaelan [fluent]. Birthplace: Ru’shi Iloh, the village of her tribe in the Dalvalan Grath, the rugged montain range north of the Azim Steppe. Current Residence: She has no residence in Eorzea, so she tends to stay in inns. Religious Beliefs: Though Yansa is not a devout believer, like many Xaela she reveres Nhaama, the Dusk Mother. Her tribe focuses a lot more in science and knowledge than religion, hence her rather loose faith in the divine. Fears: She suffers a bit of agoraphobia (fear of crowds).

【relationship】

Spouse: N/A Children: N/A Parents: Aaruq Dazkar, father, alive. Nikhbei Borlaaq, mother, alive. Her parents met after Aaruq got separated from his tribe due to a battle against the Dotharl, and Nikhbei chanced to find him and nursed him back to health. Since Nikhbei could not take Aaruq back due to the Borlaaq law of only allowing women in the tribe, they sought the secretive Ru’shi tribe, said to welcome refugees and exiles from other tribes, and joined it. Siblings: Midkah Ru’shi, older sister and proficient spearwoman; Chelun Ru’shi, younger sister and talented arcanist. Yansa has always felt inferior in talent to both of her sisters. Other Relatives: Probably in both of her parents’ former tribes, though she knows nothing about any of them. Pets: Shono, the female yol she tamed in Bardam’s Mettle as the rite of passage young Xaela have to go through to become full-fledged warriors of the Steppe. The tradition, while not as high-regarded as in other tribes, has not been lost to the Ru’shi.

【traits】

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted Disorganized / In Between / Organized Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded Calm / In Between / Anxious Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable Cautious / In Between / Reckless Patient / In Between / Impatient Outspoken / In Between / Reserved Leader / In Between / Follower Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic Traditional / In Between / Modern Hard-working / In Between / Lazy Cultured / In Between / Uncultured Loyal / In Between / Disloyal Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

【additional info】

Smoking Habit: Never. Drugs: Never. Alcohol: Aside from the ocasional kumis back in the Azim Steppe, Yansa does not like alcoholic drinks or whatever that might befuddle her senses.

【biography】

Middle of Three: Yansa’s parents met under uniquely complicated circumstances, and yet they managed to stay together and form a family. Aaruq of the Dazkar tribe was back then a young Auri man who lived according the ways of his tribe: men were to stay in the tribe’s yurts unless on the move, while women hunted and brought food and goods home. His rather peaceful life was turned upside down when the Dazkar were attacked by the Dotharl, and in the middle of the confusion, Aaruq fled and got separated from the rest of his tribe. As a Dazkar male, he was not used to be outside, and so he struggled to survive on his own. He wandered the Azim Steppe for days, and he would have died of hunger and exhaustion if someone had not found him while hunting. She was a young woman, Nikhbei of the Borlaaq.

The Borlaaq are a female-only tribe, so Nikhbei could not bring Aaruq back home with her. She found him about to pass out on the shores of the river closest to Bardam’s Mettle, and she took pity on him and helped him heal and took care of him. During the time they spent together, Aaruq and Nikhbei fell in love, but since the Borlaaq would not accept a male amongst them and there was no trace of the Dazkar, the couple had to roam the Steppe on their own in search for a place to settle down. It was then when they heard rumours about a tribe in the Dalvalan Grath that welcomed anyone who searched knowledge, no matter the tribe of their birth. Intrigued and wanting to find a place to call home, Aaruq and Nikhbei crossed the mountains and found the hidden village of Ru’shi Iloh, where the Ru’shi tribe had been founded around twenty sumers ago by its khan, Igvar Ru’shi, a wise and elderly shaman and the only member of the tribe who, besides children born within the tribe, had the privilege of claiming to be of the Ru’shi. Despite this rule, Khan Igvar warmly welcomed Aaruq and Nikhbei to the tribe if they agreed to live by the tribe’s rules, which they did. And so the couple became part of the Ru’shi, and months later they got married. A year later their first daughter, Midkah, was born, and since she had been conceived amongst the tribe she would be formally known as Midkah of the Ru’shi.

Midkah was more suited for using a bow than casting spells, but even so the Ru’shi tribe still needed hunters and warrors to protect themselves, and that did not keep her from being taught by the wisest amongst the Ru’shi. However, three years after Midkah’s birth, her mother got pregnant again, and her second daughter was born. She had astounding odd eyes, one ice-blue and other deep red, with black limbal rings. Aaruq and Nikhbei named her Yansa, and Khan Igvar claimed she was destined to do great things.

Two years after Yansa’s birth came her parents’ third daughter, Chelun, who soon would demonstrate great aptitude for magicks. And though Midkah was a great warrior, Yansa did not show any special abilities that would support the claims that she had a great fate to fulfill.

Life in Ru’shi Iloh: In stark difference to both her sisters, Yansa was shy, clumsy and introverted. She held her own with both magic and traditional Xaelan weapons, but it could not be said she excelled at any. She felt great expectatives on her, believed she was but a failure to her family, even when her parents reassured her that they loved her no matter what. Living under her sisters’ shadow made Yansa largely unnoticeable for the rest of the people, no one pausing to look at her twice when her more talented sisters were at the spotlight.

Yansa spent most of her time in her house with her father Aaruq, mainly trying to avoid other people. As she grew up, this isolation began worrying her parents, since their middle daughter hardly got any attention from others while Midkah and Chelun were largely admired and even courted. Yansa did not seem to care about those things as she tried to learn arcanima, the most valued discipline amongst the Ru’shi, so Khan Igvar and her family could have something to be proud of her. She rarely talked, and her father Aaruq feared his daughter’s obsession ended up in a depression, so he asked Khan Igvar for advice to help Yansa. The elderly shaman told him that if she wanted so, he could guide her towards her fated purpose. Yansa agreed to meet the khan, and after a ritual meditation, Igvar told her that if she wanted to find her true calling she should travel westward, to the realm of Eorzea, in the island continent of Vylbrand. When Yansa asked what she had to look for there, Igvar replied that she should search for the Arcanists’ Guild in Limsa Lominsa, where he studied arcanima many years ago, and then her purpose would come to her.

For the first time in a long time, Yansa felt excited at the idea of making her family and tribe proud. She decided to follow Khan Igvar’s prediction and travel to Eorzea. The journey was long and arduous, and she was still young and not particularly talented, and that is why her parents were reluctant at first to let her go. But, in the end, they finally accepted, thinking it might toughen up her shy, insecure middle daughter and gain some self-esteem. At nineteen summers old, Yansa left the Azim Steppe, a long road that would take her to Limsa Lominsa and the Arcanists’ Guild, where she believed she would find her purpose.

Shadow Walker: Yansa was allowed to join the Arcanists’ Guild, and there she spent around three months in which she learned some arcanima, though nothing would point towards her supposed calling. She was an average student at best, but it was during a joint exercise that she caught the eye of the Lominsan shadows when Yansa’s ability to go unnoticed allowed her to infiltrate a pirate vessel while other arcanists with the Yellowjackets distracted the brigands on board.

A few days later, Yansa got a mysterious letter that invited her to meet the Dutiful Sisters of the Edelweiss, a supposed convent in Fisherman’s Bottom closed to everyone except for a few. Intrigued, Yansa followed the instructions, and then she found herself in the very Rogues’ Guild, the headquarters of Limsa Lominsa’s most feared individuals. She had taken the interest of their leader, Jacke Swallow, and he offered her a chance to test her rogue skills with a pair of daggers. Surprisingly, even for herself, she took these weapons with incredible ease, and her petite build and natural ability to not draw attention made her an excepcional recruit. Yansa left the Arcanists’ Guild in pursuit of mastering this new discipline, and she came to be one of Limsa Lominsa’s rogues.

However, this only lasted for some months, during which she easily became the best amongst the rogues’ ranks. She took part on a mission to follow the tracks of a couple of suspicious individuals and ended up meeting Oboro Toiroi and his companion Tsubame, two Doman ninjas who had come to Eorzea in search of a traitor. Oboro quickly noticed Yansa’s innate talent for the art of the shinobi, and so offered to train her in its secrets. She had heard about these shadow walkers back in the Far East, and wanting to test her limits, she took Oboro’s offer. And so, Yansa started training as a ninja, and as her mentor suspected, she exceeded all expectations. She had found her true calling at last, and for the next two years she trained to the point of widely surpassing Oboro’s skill.

As Yansa kept honing her skills, word came that the Eorzean Alliance was assembling for taking back Ala Mhigo, and that the Scions of the Seventh Dawn were searching the realm for adventurers gifted with the Echo to join their ranks in the war effort. Yansa possessed the gift, and so she decided to answer the call. She traveled to Gyr Abania, where she learned the chosen adventurers would form a special unit under the command of the Warrior of Light herself. She met her and her comrades-to-be in Rhalgr’s Reach, and one of her companions caught her attention: Mikhel Shir’valah, a Miqo’te black mage who had joined the Guardians of Light alongside his sister. Yansa and Mikhel bonded quickly, given their introvert and shy nature which made them connect with each other, and over the course of the campaign their relationship turned romantic. By her partner and companions’ side, Yansa fought alongside the Warrior of Light in both Doma and Ala Mhigo, and in the following crisis that followed their liberation.

Shadows in the Light: After the Call to the First in order to restore Darkness in the shard, Yansa became one of the Guardians of Darkness. She would follow X’wyhn Lehn, now the Warrior of Darkness, in their new purpose. Though she knows not where this new path leads, at least she feels she will be able to pull through whatever happens if she stays by Mikhel’s side.

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