#also i tried to make his armor look like. less fancy/royal a little

[computerboyboobs]

👉👈 for the drawing requests, perhaps gabriel's first day as an angel?? i think there's something there you could definitely encapsulate with your art and ideas!

its his first day existing be nice to him </3

#my pictures #asks #ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #my personal hc is that angels are just like. spawned in as teenagers or at least fully formed #they would just be created as fully fledged adults but they still have to learn how to fly properly/navigate heaven/etc #and its easier to memorize and learn all that stuff while youre younger yk #anyways he still has the Whimsy (tm) so he is just. fascinated every time he sees something remotely unfamiliar #bugs? new colors? the rain? other angels? he is so confused!!!!! #also i tried to make his armor look like. less fancy/royal a little

[capsironunderoos]

December

DINCEMBER - December 2 - December (Ariana Grande Version)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) X Female!Reader

Summary: A little thievery, a little marketplace, a little mysterious allusions to past lives, and a little green baby.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: None that I can think of! (Possibly my writing because this one is... something else)

Author’s Note: Ah okay so I know this is a day or so late, but I still wanted to keep up with @dindjarindiaries​ Dincember! This prompt was December by Ariana Grande and I can’t lie I’d never heard the song before! It’s really good though (and I definitely added it to my “baking Christmas cookies with matthew gray gubler” playlist). I was inspired by the lines “I’m just tryna keep my baby warm through the wintertime” and “whatever is on your list I’ll do it,” but probably not in the way you’d expect... Anyways! I hope you guys enjoy this one, I have a love hate relationship with how it turned out... Also, I do make some allusions to the readers past, but you can fill those in however you like! Was she an Imperial spy? A Rebel spy? Maybe she flew alongside Luke Skywalker, or learned how to beat Lando at sabacc! Who knows! That’s completely up to you. Anywho, this was a really long author’s note sheesh... Enjoy! 

Here’s the previous prompt:

DINCEMBER - November 30 - Snow

And the link to my masterlist: capsironunderoos masterlist

It’s almost cold today, you find yourself thinking as a slight breeze picks up the fabric sitting on your sale table. 

You’re carefully folding your newest line of fabrics onto the table before you, making sure they’re arranged in a way that will draw people in, and will get you enough credits to at least try out the new caf they’re selling at the cantina. 

You smile at the thought and smooth out a wrinkle in the bright red fabric before turning to look around you. 

The marketplace seems almost empty. Normally you have to elbow a few Jawa to get through the crowd and set up your table, but today was unnaturally easy. 

It’s almost unsettling how quiet the town is, normally on market days patrons all the way from Mos Eisley find their way to the multi-colored booths. Your booth tends to be pretty popular, as it’s rare to find a seamstress on a dust ball like Tatooine. 

It doesn’t hurt that you’re easy on the eyes either, and that you know how to work an unsuspecting husband into buying something new for his wife, or a new mother into buying a cloth sling to carry her crying baby in. 

It also doesn’t hurt that there don’t seem to be enough rumors about you. 

Some point and whisper as they walk by, saying you once sewed the robes worn by Jedi and Sith alike. Others stare in the cantina as they place bets on which royal you sewed for and if you ever got to live on a core planet. 

Of course none of them are true, and most of them were started by you to thrum up good business. 

What can you say? The caf at the cantina is really good. 

It’s been a few minutes now, well past the opening hour of the market, and the number of booths is still few and far between. 

You hum in disappointment, accepting that you won’t be making many, if any sales today. You begin to sit down on the stool you bring along for days like this when you see a scrap of your best-selling silver cloth suspiciously fly off of the table. 

It takes a second, but you note that there’s no wind blowing, so there’s no way it was carried off by a sudden strong breeze. 

You grab the small stun gun you keep tucked away in your belt, slowly moving around the table, already knowing you’re about to have another run in with a Jawa. 

Your footsteps are measured, and if anyone were to pay enough attention, they’d notice that a seamstress wouldn’t know how to move the way you are. 

As you creep around the table, you notice that another scrap of fabric, this time green, is swept away as if by an invisible being. 

Your steps pick up then, and you round the table just in time to see a small creature waddling away from your booth, fabric dragging the ground as it struggles to carry a stolen bounty almost as large as the creature is. 

“Hey! Not so fast, little one!” You call out, and the creature turns to look at you. 

He squeaks in alarm and begins… running? 

You think it’s possibly running, or trying to at least. 

You note how large its clothes are, and how they seem to be tripping it up as it tries to escape. 

If it hadn’t been stealing from you, you’d almost have felt bad for it. 

Three more lunging steps later and you’ve managed to put your stun gun away and scoop the small being into your arms. It wails in disapproval and struggles against you in a feeble attempt to get away, but your grip is tight enough to keep it tucked into the crook of your arm. 

“Now where do you think you’re going with that?” You ask as you grab the fabric from its hands. 

As cute as you suddenly realize it is, it’s hard to miss how stubbornly it holds onto the fabric. 

You begin to walk back to your booth, scanning the area for anyone who might be searching for it. 

It’s calmed down now, and you turn to see it’s big brown eyes staring up at you. 

“Oh don’t give me that look. Doesn’t matter how cute you are, you still gotta pay like everyone else.” 

The little one coos in response, as if understanding and responding to your statement. 

“Uh huh,” you nonchalantly agree to its babbling as you do your best to fold the fabrics back into their places with one hand, your left arm currently supporting the child in it. 

“Is there someone you’re supposed to be with right now? A leash you broke off or, um, maybe a cage you got out of? Or are you somebody’s kid?” You question, and it looks up at you, blinking quietly and deciding that now it’ll be quiet.

“Well, I doubt you’re anybody’s kid, ‘cause I’ve never seen anything like you around here. But I also doubt that you’re anybody’s pet, ‘cause I know good and well no one would be able to keep you on a leash, especially not in a cage. You’re too cute for all that. Besides, I think you might be able to escape too easily anyways.” 

The child laughs at that, and you find yourself smiling in response. 

“Hey I’m still trying to figure out how you managed to pull that fabric off of my table. You’re not exactly the same height.” You wonder aloud, and the child moves to sit up as best it can in your arms. 

You apologize to it before sitting it on the table and pulling your stool up. 

It doesn’t really matter if it tries to run off, you already know you could catch the poor thing in two steps. 

The creature watches you intently, tilting its head as if inspecting you, or searching you for something. 

You furrow your eyebrows at its actions, leaning up to get a little bit closer to it. 

You notice movement out of the corner of your eye and sit back again, watching as the little one begins to raise one of his hands. 

You can feel your heart rate pick up as your mind races to put together what the child is trying to show you, but before the connection can be made a set of quick and heavy footsteps are striding up to your table. 

“There you are,” you hear through the crackle of a modulator, which cues you to turn and see a Mandalorian taking long strides to your booth. 

Dread instantly fills your chest, and you quickly stand up, glancing down at your stun gun sticking out of your boot and back to the Mandalorian. 

Was he talking to you or the kid? Regardless of whichever one he was talking to, you have a feeling you’re both about to be in some trouble. 

Last you knew you didn’t have an active bounty on your head, but that had been too many rotations ago to remember. Surely the small child beside you wouldn’t have an active bounty, it hardly knew how to speak, much less commit a serious crime against the New Republic, or the remaining Imps for that matter. 

Your wandering thoughts are quickly answered as the Mandalorian scoops the little green being in its arms. 

“I told you to stay put kid,” his tone is meant to come off as scolding, but you can hear the worry in his voice. 

The child is grinning from ear to ear, obviously happy to see the man before you. 

“You know,” you start, and the Mandalorian turns to you as if noticing you for the first time. 

“I can sew you something to wear that he can ride in. Can match the color to that fancy beskar and everything.” 

At the mention of his armor, you notice the Mandalorian stand a bit straighter. 

“No, thank you. I hope that he wasn’t too much of a bother.” 

The child laughs at the mention of himself, and you find yourself fighting a grin. 

“Well, other than trying to make off with two of my best-selling fabrics,” you shrug and the Mandalorian returns his gaze to the kid, who has gone suspiciously silent. 

“Did you give them back?” He chastises the child again, but before it has a chance to answer you step in. 

“I got them back. He tried to make a run for it, but he’s not very fast.” 

A beat of silence passes between the three of you before you continue. 

“I could fix that too. Those clothes are obviously too big for him.” 

The Mandalorian sighs, but it comes out as a crackle. How had you managed to finally meet the first customer you’d ever had that was able to resist your persuading? 

“I said no thank you earlier, and the same applies now.” 

You raise your hands in defense, feigning innocence. 

“Alright Mando, alright,” you taunt him and he shifts his weight from one foot to the other. 

“I’m just trying to keep that baby warm through the winter time.” 

At the reference to him, the kid squirms in the Mandalorians arms, turning to look at you with big eyes, full of want. 

“Whatever’s on your list, I’ll do it. I’m the best around. Actually, I’m the only around.” 

You decide to try one last time, and even if he doesn’t respond or buy, at least you’ll know what to work on when the next Mandalorian shows up at your table. 

He’s quiet for too long, and you turn your attention back to the kid. 

“I see why you wanted that silver, little one. It’d match ole tin can man perfectly.” 

You taunt him again, and the Mandalorian continues to stand still. 

After another beat of silence, you hear the scramble of feet behind him, and you move to glance over his shoulder. 

“Peli!” You exclaim, and she smiles as she sees you, but you notice her smile growing even bigger when she sees the kid peeking through the Mandalorians arms to see her. 

“Hey kiddo! And… kiddo,” she jokes as she moves to stand beside Mando. 

The kid makes grabby-arms towards her and she laughs, accepting him into her arms. 

“This that Mando you were telling me about over caf the other week?” You question and she nods. 

“As he lives and breathes. At least, I think he’s living and breathing.” 

You nod in agreement. 

“Come on Mando,” she prompts, gesturing for him to follow her. 

“Your ship has some… problems, to say the least, and I need an opinion that isn't a pit droids.” 

You wave to the child as Peli retreats back in the direction she came before turning to face the Mandalorian once more. 

“Offer still stands,” you start, and his helmet moves ever so slightly to look at you. 

“Response is still the same,” he combats, and you laugh.

---

Three days later and Din is ready to get off of this sand pit. 

He normally doesn’t mind coming and visiting Peli, having the Crest regularly serviced while taking a few days to visit old friends or to simply sit with the feisty mechanic and his kid. 

But he’s got stuff to do now, and Life Day is just around the corner. 

He didn’t remember too much of his childhood, but he remembered celebrating Life Day with his parents when they were still alive. Therefore, he wants to give the kid a good Life Day this year, as Din was almost certain he’d never experienced one before. 

This meant gathering gifts specifically for the little creature, and that meant trekking across the galaxy before settling onto Nevarro to celebrate Life Day with Cara and Greef. 

He watches from afar as the pit droids finish up their final touches, making sure the Crest has a full tank before he’s cleared to go. 

“Hey Mando!” 

He hears from behind him, and he turns to see Peli marching towards him. 

“Looks like you made an impression a few days ago. I’ve never known her to do anything for free, much less as a gift.” 

Din immediately knows that Peli is talking about you, and he wishes that he didn’t. 

You’ve been all he can think about, and he hates himself for literally just standing there as you tried to talk to him. 

Peli pulls him from his thoughts as she extends her hands to him, offering a gift wrapped in dark brown paper. 

Din takes it from her and mutters a thank you. 

“You’re welcome,” Peli replies dramatically before stomping off to find the kid. 

Din can read the basic scrawled on top that reads “For the tin can man and his green kid,” and he feels himself smiling at the scrawl of your handwriting. 

He quickly opens the box, not surprised to see a small dark brown robe, almost the color of the fabric he wears, sitting atop a silver pile of fabric. 

He pulls the robe out first, noticing how well it has been sewn together, already knowing that the child’s going to never want to wear anything else now. 

He then pulls out the silver fabric, noticing that it looks to be something for him. 

“Oh yeah new moms put their kids in that at the market! You just strap ‘em right to your chest and they never cry again,” Peli calls from her spot beside the ship where she’s been holding the kid and watching Din. 

Din finds his smile growing even more, and he’s almost surprised to see another note in the box, written on what looks like handmade paper. 

The basic is even more scrawled in this note, as if you’d decided to put it in at the last minute. 

Din pulls it from the box and can't help but to smile from ear to ear as he reads it. 

Just trying to keep that baby warm through the wintertime. Anything else on your list I can do, but you’re gonna have to actually pay this time. Happy Life Day.  

Here’s the next prompt for Dincember:

DINCEMBER - December 4 - Hot Chocolate

#underooswrites #din djarin #din djarin x reader #the child #grogu #baby yoda #peli motto #peli #ah yes Star Wars coffee #star wars #star wars x reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian x y/n #din djarin x y/n #dincember

[one-leaf-grimoire]

Medieval AU

Hi I decided to write a little something based off that knight x king au I came up with for JuLisa!

Some background: the Clover Kingdom is mostly the same, but no one has magic. It is ruled by the double monarchy as well. In a less technologically progressive society, members of all classes are able to join the Knights Squads, which are the same as in canon. However, nobles are automatically given higher ranks while commoners and peasants are seen as pawns that are often sent into battle to die. However, there is a new King who is trying to change all that, but he doesn’t expect to meet someone interesting at the annual jousting tournament...

"LISA! I DEMAND YOU STOP THIS FOOLISHNESS AT ONCE!"

The young woman looked up in surprise, her hands still running through the mane of a large horse she was preparing to climb onto. The source of the anger directed her way was none other than her captain, Fuegoleon Vermillion. The knight was almost as red in the face as his flaming locks, and he looked like he was about to pop a vein in his temple. Uh oh- she thought, already steeling herself for what was about to happen. "H-Hi, Captain. What brings you to the stables-"

"You know bloody well why I'm here!" Fuegoleon stormed over before stopping before her. He huffed through his nose, not unlike the steed Lisa was grooming. "I cannot allow you to do this."

"Do what? Participate? Sir, it'll be fine." Lisa smiled happily to herself, unfazed, before turning back to her horse to check the armor on its head. "Randall got sick, and asked for a volunteer to take his place in the joust! So, here I am."

This answer did not satisfy Fuegoleon. "Lisa... you're one of our newest members. The jousting tournament is meant for only the most experienced knights." His anger faded slightly, his voice softening with concern. "There's a real chance that... well... y-you-"

"I could die?" Lisa finished, her hands stalling for just a moment as they adjusted the straps.

"... yes. You're far too young to die," Fuegoleon agreed, pursing his lips together for a moment.

"... I disagree. Many people in this country die far younger than I am now." Despite the grim thought, Lisa smiled brightly up at her captain. "Plus, I'm not gonna die!"

Her blind enthusiasm was refreshing but still worrying to the older knight. Fuegoleon prided his squad, the Crimson Lions, and cared immensely for even the newest members like Lisa. "You've never even jousted before."

Lisa shrugged. "So? The Lance is just a bigger version of my Rapier! You poke with both of them after all." To punctuate her point, Lisa poked at the air with an invisible sword. "I'll be fine! Promise."

Fuegoleon still wasn't satisfied, but he didn't get a chance to object again.

"Fuego! Leave her alone and come over here."

Fuegoleon turned to see Sei, his vice-captain and husband, walking over. He looked a bit annoyed, as if he had been searching the whole venue for a while. "They're selling big turkey legs out there, come buy me one."

"Oh? That sounds good!" Fuegoleon was distracted enough for Sei to grab his hand and start dragging him away.

Sei glanced back at Lisa as they left. "Good luck out there. Don't die."

"You knew?!" Fuegoleon asked, having no choice but to leave Lisa to her fate at this point.

"Of course I did." Sei let out a long sigh as they stepped out of the stables and walked towards the loud stadium. Many people were already gathered there, excited for the spectacle to come. "I think she'll be fine. She won't die, anyway."

Fuegoleon wanted to believe Sei's words, so he just nodded and pushed the thought out of his mind, but he was not looking forward for the tournament to begin.

Not long after, Lisa slipped her helmet on over her head, the edge resting just below her brow. I wish they gave me a set that actually fit, she thought, trying to ignore the fact that her hands were shaking quite a bit. Despite her confident words, she couldn't help but take some of Fuegoleon's warnings to heart. People did die often at these things, especially younger knights just like her. But, if I win, I'll be rewarded money and status, she reminded herself, taking a deep breath as she fidgeted in the saddle, waiting for one of the stable hands to give her the go-ahead. And if I die... well, at least I got to experience everything.

“Do I have to stay the whole time? I want to leave-”

“No! You are absolutely not going to leave early.”

Marx Francois, the royal advisor/babysitter, was already stressed out enough. But to his ire, the King himself, Julius Novachrono, was growing bored of the spectacle. Julius was strange for a monarch, having spent most of his life as a knight before becoming the head of one of the monarchy’s two ruling houses. He was eccentric, to put it simply. “I thought you’d like getting away from work for some fun, anyway.”

“Fun? This isn’t fun,” Julius grumbled. The tall man was slumped in his comfortable chair, the crown he hated wearing tilted upon his blonde hair. “It’s borderline barbaric.” He eyed the jousting strip as medics dragged off the last bout’s loser on a stretcher. “Honestly, I don’t understand why Kira has us continue this tradition… I’d rather be doing work.”

Marx sighed, not sure what to make of the man. “Well, you’re the one who hands out the awards at the end, so you have to stick around.”

Their conversation was cut short as the crowd cheered and the next two participants emerged from the stables. One was a member of the esteemed Silver Eagles, sitting proudly upon his horse in his fancy armor. And the other…

“Isn’t Randall supposed to be riding for the Crimson Lions?” Julius asked before Marx could. “That’s… definitely not Randall.”

He was right, the rider wearing the red cape was much smaller than Randall. Their face and figure was obscured by their armor, hiding their identity. “They must have substituted him… is that Seiros…” Marx’s voice trailed off as he looked to the stands beside them, immediately spotting Sei sitting next to Fuegoleon. “Never mind. Huh.” 

He turned back to the strip right as the referee started to yell.

“READY! SET! CHARGE!!!!”

The two riders raced at each other. In a moment, it was over. The Silver knight’s lance hit squarely in the middle of the small knight with a dangerous CRACK. But somehow, the Lion knight managed to stay upright as the opponents came to a stop at the ends of the strip.

“Yikes! I’m surprised they made it though,” Marx commented. “That wasn’t a light tap at all.”

The opponents were already gearing up to go again. Julius found himself holding his breath as they charged. The smaller knight was faster this time, and thrust their lance forward before they were in range. The feint caught their opponent off guard, planting in the middle of their shield. With a yell, the Silver Eagles knight slipped off the back of their horse and slammed into the sandy ground with a resounding clang.

The crowd erupted into cheers as the Crimson Lion knight did a victory lap before heading off into the stables again. Marx looked down, surprised to see Julius clapping more enthusiastically than he had before. “Oh? I see you like the underdog.”

“I wouldn’t call them an underdog, Marx.” Julius smiled to himself before letting his hands fall back to the arms of his chair. “It’s obvious to me… that knight is very, very strong.”

A couple matches later, it was time for the finals. Fuegoleon stormed back into the stables, his heart pounding. She made it to the finals! I didn’t expect this outcome, but now she has to face one more opponent… and I’m afraid it will be the last thing she does.

Lisa, already mounted on her horse again, grinned triumphantly as she spotted Fuegoleon. “Captain! What did I tell you?”

“I’m glad you’re doing well, but listen.” Fuegoleon came to a stop next to her horse. “Your final opponent… is Xerx Lugner of the Purple Orcas. Last year, he won the tournament, but he also-”

“He killed his opponent by accident, right?” Lisa finished. “I told you, don’t worry so much about that! I’m not going to die. And even if I do-” Her smile faded for just a moment, making Fuegoleon’s stomach lurch. Even SHE’s nervous… “I’ve already come in second place. Isn’t that good for the squad?”

Fuegoleon didn’t answer right away. He didn’t really understand what was beyond Lisa’s seemingly blind enthusiasm… no, her fatalistic enthusiasm. This was a girl who had something to prove, and she would go down in flames if it meant she could do that. 

“... no. Second place isn’t good enough.”

Fuegoleon smiled for the first time, catching Lisa off guard.

“Stay alive… because you have to win. Get first place, that’s an order!”

After a moment, Lisa matched his smile, and saluted. “Yes, sir!”

With that, she closed her helmet, and turned to enter the bright sunlight once again.

The crowd was cheering loudly, but she couldn’t hear it over the sound of her heart beating. It echoes around her armor. She glanced at the crowd, astounded that all of them were looking at her right now.

Before she knew it, the call to charge rung out, and she shot towards Xerx with her lance ahead of her.

She didn’t think about the crowd in that moment. Nor her squad. Nor her family. All Lisa could see was her opponent, above the tip of his lance.

With the same determination as earlier, Lisa thrust her lance forward. But unlike her last opponents, Xerx anticipated the move. He swung his lance around hers with perfect accuracy. Lisa’s eyes widened when she realized what was about to happen.

SHIT! NO-

CRACK

The lance slammed into Lisa’s upper arm, the one holding her own weapon, and the horses raced past each other.

Lisa’s vision spun, but somehow she remained on her horse. She skidded to a stop, and was immediately swarmed by medics.

“Are you alright?! Here-” one of them reached up and tried to take the lance out of her limp hand. 

However, Lisa suddenly straightened up, her grasp tightening. “No! I’m fine. Get out of the way, I’m about to go again!” she gave them a confident smile, and the medics scattered.

“Yikes… that looked nasty, but they’re not hurt!” Marx said, relieved as he watched with baited breath. He didn’t expect to get so attached, but here he was. “I’m surprised, Xerx must be losing his touch.”

Marx didn’t notice, but Julius’s smile had dropped.

No, Marx… that’s not what happened at all…

Lisa clenched her teeth so hard she thought they might shatter. Her arm was on fire, and it took everything in her to keep her lance up. This… this is nothing…

Julius’s grip tightened on the edge of his chair. This knight… she…

A broken arm is nothing! 

Lisa turned her horse towards Xerx once again. 

For some reason, Julius found himself smiling.

I don’t know why… I don’t know how… but…

“CHARGE!”

LIsa kicked her steed.

For my squad… and for me, I have to win!

Julius held his breath along with the rest of the audience.

Somehow…

Lisa thrust her lance once again with a cry of adrenaline.

I’ve been waiting for this moment all my life!!!!

Lisa was faster this time, and knew what Xerx would do. She countered his parry, leaving his chest wide open. With one last burst of speed, the lance planted right in the middle of his armor. With a strangled, frustrated yell, Xerx went flying off his horse and fell to the ground below.

The crowd burst into applause as Lisa slowed to a stop, but her mind wasn’t on her win. It was hot inside her armor, and her broken arm finally gave out. Her lance slipped to the ground as she reached up to take off her helmet.

Julius rose to his feet as he clapped, grinning. “You chose a good one to root for!” Marx told him happily.

“Of course I did! I’d like to think I have good taste!” Julius looked back out at the knight as they fumbled with their helmet. How exciting! I hope their arm is ok… I can’t wait to congratulate them person… personally…

Julius’s mind blanked on that last word, because the knight finally lifted off their helmet before dropping it to the ground. Short hair popped out from its confine, fluffing up to its usual shape. The knight reached up to smooth it back out of their face, revealing their identity to be a woman… 

She…

Julius was frozen in place, his mouth halfway open, as she opened her eyes, and gave a triumphant smile to the crowd.

She’s… so… beautiful.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of her. Marx was saying something, but his voice was just a faint wah wah wah in Julius’s ears. 

It wasn’t just her face… it was the strength that radiated from her whole body. Despite being tired and injured, the knight continued to smile, the adrenaline of victory shining from every pore. She was stunning and terrifying at the same time, and it wasn’t until she rode off the strip again that Juilus came back to his senses.

“JULIUS! Wake up!”

Julius looked down at Marx, who was pulling at his sleeve. “Huh?”

“Don’t huh me!” Marx glared up at him. “Come on, we have to go get the awards ready.”

Julius quickly hurried off to prepare, even though his mind was spinning like a helicopter. 

Who knew… the knight I was rooting for this whole time… was such a cute girl!!!

Ten minutes later, she was in his presence again, this time standing alongside Xerx and Alecdora, the third place winner, on the podium. Her arm was in a sling, confirming Julius’s suspicion that she had broken it in the last bout. Amazing… I’ve never seen someone pull through that kind of thing before. Julius stepped up, and the three knights kneeled down before him. 

Julius quickly gave Xerx and Alecdora their medals before turning to the woman, his heart racing. Trying to keep a straight face, he smiled regally and held up her medal. “Congratulations… Sir Petalon.”

Lisa Petalon…

Lisa smiled up at him before bowing her head. Julius slipped the medal around her neck, his hand brushing against her hair for just a moment.

...s-soft…

Once it was in place, Julius stepped back, but left one of his hands outstretched, a purple ring shining upon it. It was traditional for the winner to kiss the monarch’s ring out of respect, especially after being honored in this way. Lisa reached up to take his hand, pulling the ring towards her face. But to Julius’s surprise, she missed the ring, her lips meeting the skin of his knuckle. 

...S-SOFT-

Julius felt his whole face heat up, and his smile faltered just a bit, shocked by the bold gesture. He didn’t know if it was on purpose or not, but Lisa’s gaze was meeting him from below her lashes. Then… she smiled at him, almost knowingly.

“Thank you… your majesty.”

He knew, in that very moment… he would never think of anything but her eyes again.

She was going to drive him mad.

Julius’s smile strengthened again, despite how hard his heart was pounding. Regretfully, his hand slipped out of her grasp, and he turned back to the crowd. The applause strengthened, many rising to their feet along with the winners.

Lisa grinned and waved at Fuegoleon and Sei in the crowd. Fuegoleon was clapping louder than anyone, tears almost forming in his eyes. She did so well! Who would have thought- But she still got her arm broken-

Julius didn’t dare look back as he walked off with Marx towards his carriage. He was ready for this hot, sweaty day to be over, but at the same time…

I’m glad I met someone interesting...

#yes I know this is corny ajfkls #should I turn this into a little series? #julius novachrono x reader #julius novachrono x oc #oc: lisa #black clover #julisa #knight x king au

[thesaltysocialworker]

The Mistress

I just noticed I hit over 100 followers while I’ve been taking a bit of a short break to work on some of my original stuff. Thank you to all of you wonderful people who’ve followed me. I hope I can continue to grow as a writer and you continue to enjoy my work. <3

The Mistress

Word Count: 5,226

Synopsis: You’d gone from a simple “farm girl” to the mistress of the youngest prince of Asgard. Despite being deeply in love with one another, there’s one problem-- you’re married, and your husband is tired of being second to your very public relationship with your lover. (Set before the first Thor movie.)

Warnings: Mentions of Sex. Domestic Violence. Character death. 

Asgard had won a great victory, and as their soldier’s returned from battle women and children lined the streets to cheer for them. You had raced out of the Gardens where you’d been sitting with the other notable ladies of court. You’d heard the commotion, and like the other women, you too were awaiting a loved one returning home. All of you moved through the halls of the Palace like a herd of animals, moving around people in your paths and giggling as you did so. It gave you the feeling of giddiness, of utter excitement as you moved to the steps of the Palace. You all stopped quickly, keeping a respectful distance behind Queen Frigga. She heard the teasing from all of you, the giggling but she looked back at your group with amusement, not disdain. It was perfect day, it was hard to ruin the mood.

King Odin entered the gates first, both of his sons riding a respectful distance behind him clad in their armor. “Norns, look at Thor! What I wouldn’t give to be that horse-“ One of your friends whispered, and you nudged her.

You tilted your head towards the Queen. It was one thing to giggle about those things to each other, but not around the Queen; their mother. One of the guards that had remained behind with the Queen took the reins of the Kings horse as he slid off the saddle and moved up the stairs to Frigga. In a romantic moment, Frigga moved quickly down the stairs to embrace her husband tightly. You found yourself oddly jealous; to be in such a marriage that time and distance did not alter ones feelings was a gift. A gift you were not so blessed to have received.

“Tonight, we feast and we celebrate our victory!” Odin announced as he spun around on the steps to face his men, and the men of the army cried out in response. The Princes slid off their horses, removing their helmets and climbed up the steps. Thor stopped to acknowledge the lot of you. “Ladies.” He grinned, his eyes dancing over all of you. He was deciding which one of you he would spend the Feast and then the evening with. Your group of friends giggled, congratulating Thor on his victory—as though he himself had won the battle. You rolled your eyes, and then you were toe-to-toe with Loki. 

“My Prince.” You whispered, your breath catching in your throat as you stared into his brilliant blue-green eyes. “My Love, I’ve missed you.” He brought a hand to your waist, his lips falling to yours. It was like eternities had passed, and yet no time had passed at all. His armor was cold against your body, the two of forgetting you were being watched by the others entering the Palace. Some of the men entering the hall whistled and cat-called. Loki was in too good of a mood to care, he actually laughed as he pulled away from you and rest his forehead against yours.

“Come to the Feast, and then we’ll make up for lost time.” He whispered so only you could hear it. You nodded, Loki twirled a strand of your soft locks around his fingers before leaving for his rooms to ready himself for the feast. You cleared your throat, watching his retreating frame with sharp eyes. Your friends behind you had been giggling at Loki’s affection for you. But then another man approached and they fell silent, bowing their heads. It was always awkward when you had to greet your husband after your lover. “Davyn.” You were respectful and kind, bowing your head. “Y/n, my sweetheart.” He pressed his lips to your forehead. Despite his sweet words, his voice precieved anything but love. He offered you a hand, which you accepted as the two of you moved through the halls towards your rooms. Davyn’s hand gripped you too tightly, as if trying to maintain some sense of control where he felt he had none.

You didn’t love Davyn, you loved Loki. Davyn was an arranged marriage, a marriage above your station as he had high rank in the Kings guard and you were a craftsman’s daughter. Once you were married you were forced to move with Davyn to the Palace of Asgard, away from your family. Initially you were exceptionally lonely, you didn’t know anyone there well, including your exceptionally distant husband. But you cleaned up well, and you had caught the eye of the youngest Prince. He had asked you to dance one evening at a Feast, and the rest was history.

One dance turned to love notes, turned to dinners and kisses stolen in the darkest hallways of the Palace. You had tried to resist, but you found Loki charming and easy to talk too when you had no one. You were terrified of your husband finding out, of being shamed and shunned as a harlot. But you also didn’t understand the workings of court. Loki had simply staked his claim on you as his mistress. No one was allowed to question it, as he was the Prince. Even your husband did not question it, he was forced to watch and hold his tongue. He was forced to smile in the face of the man taking you to his bed every evening. You could only imagine his embarrassment; especially when you hung on Loki’s arms at parties and feasts and diplomatic events, proudly sporting his colors. You knew it was only a matter of time until he could no longer smile in the face of his enemy.

As the two of you entered your modest quarters, you closed the door and awaited the rage you knew would come. Davyn tossed his helmet across your rooms, it slammed against the wall hit the floor with a loud clang. “Must you allow him to shove his tongue down your throat for all to see?! It was bad enough when there were just whispers that you were his whore, now no one questions it.” You felt your face turning red, both from embarrassment and rage. “His generosity pays for your spending habits, Davyn.” You sneered. More than once you had to sneak out of the Palace at an ungodly hour and sell a piece of jewelry or a fancy gown to pay off his gambling debts and then drag your drunken idiot of a husband back to the Palace. For some time you felt guilty, as if your circumstances had caused him some level of suffering that made him drink. But then you remembered he’d been doing this long before Loki had made it public that you were his mistress. Except Davyn would just take the beatings of the men he owed money too then, because you had no power to rescue him.

“You’ve become quite an outspoken little whore.” He snapped, closing the distance between you and gripping your face in one hand. You regarded each other with nothing short of loathing. Before you could even retort, he left you alone in the room. You knew exactly where he was going, he was going to celebrate with the other members of the guard. You tried to pretend it didn’t bother you, but it did. You felt torn between two men. This was something you had never imagined could happen to you and you could’ve never prepared for it. You moved to sit at your dressing table, trying to put on a pleasant face on for the evening. At least you wouldn’t have to return here tonight to face Davyn’s drunken temper tantrums. If he got into any trouble, he could fend for himself.

 You felt like a Queen whenever you were on Loki’s arm. Not just because he spoiled you with designer gowns and jewels, but because he treated you like you were special to him. He made you feel important, and it was part of the reason you loved him. You approached him outside the hall, realizing you were a few moments late. “I’m sorry, my Prince-“ You panted. You had run here, losing track of time. The emerald green gown whipped around your ankles. He caught your chin, bringing it your lips. “You look beautiful. It was worth the wait.” The two of you linked arms, walking into the hall as people danced and drank, music floating through the candle lit hall. The royal family sat at the head table, and you joined them for dinner frequently. At first, it had caused whispers and strange looks; now when you and Loki entered a room no one paid you any mind unless they were new to court.

“Lady y/l/n.” Odin greeted you fondly, and you curtsied. You and Loki moved to your seats, Frigga greeted you warmly with a hand falling on your knee as she leaned forward to kiss your cheeks. “You look lovely in green.” She added kindly. You liked to believe that she favored you, and that if the Queen had a choice in daughter-in-laws, you would be it. “Thank you, your Majesty.” You bowed your head before reaching for the spiced cider in your glass. You and Frigga listened to Thor and Loki speak of their magnificent victory and glory on the battlefields, the two adding details onto each other’s descriptions in case one forgot something of value. You could only smile, knowing it was likely less grand than they were describing, but you were just happy to have the two of them back without harm.

Frigga and Odin often left the feasts early, citing age and the need to rest as their reason. Thor had moved to drink with the warriors three and Sif. You and Loki were finally alone. “Do you wish to stay and socialize under the harsh glares of your husband or would you prefer time alone?” Loki asked, his hand falling atop yours and your fingers threading together. “We should try to be somewhat social. One dance and we’ll sneak off?” You smiled, and he nodded. He stood, bowing and offering you a hand which you accepted. He led you to the dance floor, the two of you spinning around together in the crowds in a flurry of green, gold and black. You could feel your husbands eyes burning into your back, and you decided to press the boundaries of decency. Why not? You were already a mistress.

You broke decorum, your body flesh against Loki’s during the dance when there was meant to be some formal distance between the two of you. You could feel his body respond, his beautiful eyes churning like the sea and lust blown from weeks away from you. The ladies of court had whispered that he would tire of you, that he would be unfaithful; but he had not. He desired you, only you. Part of the dance came where the men lifted their partners at the waist too twirl them; and when Loki lifted you, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he twirled you. Your soft hands caressed the sharp lines of his beautiful pale face. “Norns, y/n—“ Loki’s voice was low, husky. It was the growl of a man who was gradually losing control. When he set you back on your feet, the two of you moved around each other like a predator and prey as the music finished; your eyes locked on each other’s.

People clapped before another song started, and Loki caught your hand. He began pulling you out of the hall and towards his rooms. “You’re angry, I was out of line-“ You started, he said nothing as the two of you moved. Normally you behaved like any young maiden would; respectfully. What you just did was wanton, and surely people would talk. You would go back to being ‘Loki’s whore’ again, instead of your name. “Let them. It bothers me not, they know whom you truly belong too.” You entered Loki’s rooms, and he somehow managed to light what felt like thousands of candles. Rose petals were scattered across the floor, the bed and into the bathroom where a candlelit bath was waiting for the two of you. You were touched by these small gestures, glancing at the Prince. “You treat me like a Queen when I’m only a mistress.”

“You’re my Queen, y/n. You’re not only my mistress, you are my everything. I would lay awake at night thinking of you while I was away, I waited for your letters just to catch a hint of your scent, your sense of humor to brighten my day.” You melted, your eyes brimming with tears. “How I wish I could be truly yours, Loki. Just yours.” You whispered, pressing your lips to his. He pulled back, his eyes studying yours. “There are ways, my Dear.” His hand fell to your stomach. For a moment you thought he was going to cast the contraceptive spell he used when the two of you were together. But his hand just lingered there, his eyes meeting yours. “If you were to become pregnant with my child, Davyn would be forced to relinquish his claim on you. You would be the mother of an heir of Asgard.”

“It’d be more of a scandal then when you chose a married woman as your mistress. Your father is just now accepting your relationship with me. I don’t dare push the issue further.” I tried to force him to see reason. “Odin was forgiving though he didn’t like our relationship, I doubt he’d be forgiving about an heir conceived out of wedlock.”  Loki sighed, you could tell he was equally as frustrated by this arrangement. “Then I kill him. I challenge him to a duel and the winner gets you. There hasn’t been such a duel in ages but the law still stand.” You shook your head. “I don’t like him but I don’t want him dead.” Loki was frustrated. “What do you want, y/n?! I’m running out of options and I am desperate to have you without that man’s interference. Every moment apart of you feels like a thousand years. Every time I see him touch you it takes every ounce of strength to not drive my dagger through his heart. He knows he owns the one thing I want, I would kill for.”

You pressed your lips to his, stopping the ranting as you gently caressed his face again. “There’s nothing we can do about this tonight, Loki. Perhaps I can reason with him. Would your father allowed our marriage to be annulled? Could you try to convince him to do so?” I asked, and Loki nodded. “I’ll do my best, Father has grown fond of you over these few months. I’ll speak with him tomorrow.” He caught your hand, leading you to the bathroom. “For now, let’s turn to more pleasant things.” He brought his hand gently over your body, your gown falling from your frame and pooling at your feet on the floor.

 Anytime with Loki was never enough.

He slept comfortably at your side in his bed in the early hours of the morning. But you always woke early on these days, fearing the return to your chambers and your husband. Knowing you weren’t going to get anymore sleep, you slid out of bed and slipped back into last evening’s gown. Before leaving, you put one knee on the bed and leaned over to press a kiss gently to Loki’s lips. “I love you.” You whispered to the sleeping man, knowing he didn’t hear you. You always expressed your love when he was sleeping, even knowing he wished to claim you as his own. It felt wrong to say the words to him when you were bound to another.

 You collected your shoes and jewelry, walking barefoot down the near silent halls to your room. You expected Davyn to be asleep by the time you arrived, but he was awake. He must’ve had another rage, as you noticed he’d broken furniture through the room. “What you did last night with him at the feast was lewd, disgusting. I am the laughing stock of my unit. They whisper about how I must be incapable of satisfying you if you’d sleep with Loki, the Prince of lies.” Davyn whispered, his rage was controlled and that startled you more than if he screamed at you. You were used to the screaming. “I apologize for my actions and the embarrassment they caused you. But you should know I love him, Davyn. It’s more than just sex. Please let me go, let’s end this farce of a marriage.” That was what tossed your husband right over the precipice of reason.

He moved from the bed. “You’d still be some stupid farm girl if it weren’t for me!” Davyn raged. He approached you quickly, and you tried to run towards the door but he caught your wrist and dragged you back into the room. He placed himself between you and the door, and you tried to rush around him again in an attempt to escape, but he lifted you and tossed you back onto the floor over his shoulder. You fell onto the floor, the wind leaving your lungs and your head starting to throb where it hit. You could feel your hair becoming damp and warm from blood. He climbed onto you, tugging your skirts up. “I should lock you in here, refuse to let you go to him. You are my wife, and whether he likes it you are my property. Maybe you need to be reminded of that!”

“Stop, Davyn! Please stop!” You begged. You had resented him, you had even felt sympathy for him for some time, you had feared him, but now you had truly started to hate him. His hands went from your skirts to your face, slapping you harshly to stop your screaming and shrieking for help from anyone who could hear. Then he wrapped his hands around your throat and squeezed. You tried to scratch at his face, his hands and wrists to get him to stop. But you realized he wouldn’t; whether it be the alcohol or the rage he would kill you right there if you didn’t fight back somehow. Your brain whirled and you thought of the only way to save yourself; play dead. You stopped fighting and pretended to pass out. He stopped. “Norns, y/n…” He muttered, he climbed off you and started muttering under his breath. “My Gods, what have I done?” Then he left the room, flying out of it and slamming the door.

“Loki-“  You choked out, your voice hoarse. You were hoping he’d hear you, but he didn’t respond. You needed to get out of there, if Davyn came back he may really end your life this time. You managed to pull yourself to your feet, leaning against the wall as you rose. It took every ounce of strength you had left to move out into the hallway, zig-zagging through it like you were drunk. The light burned your eyes. Not many were awake yet. You were almost there when you fell to the floor, sobbing as the pain began to overwhelm you. What you didn’t realize was that you had landed near the elder Prince’s rooms. A few minutes later, Thor opened the door and glanced both ways as he escorted one of your friends from his room, the two of them giggling about their night spent together. But as she tried to make her way back to her rooms, she tripped over your legs. She shrieked when she saw you; black and blue and bloody. Thor rushed to your side, guards appearing at the same time.

 “Y/n, what happened?!” Thor asked, bending down to lift you in his arms. “Davyn.” You choked out. “Someone fetch Loki and send him to the healing room, I’ll meet him there.” Thor told one of the guards. Your friend came with you and Thor. “Why would he do that?” She asked Thor, as if you weren’t there or couldn’t hear her. “Jealousy. But it’s never an excuse for a man to put his hands on a woman. He needs to be punished.” Thor was angry, and that surprised you. You couldn’t remember a time you didn’t see him with a smile on his face.

 As you entered the healing room, the young healer there was shocked by your condition. “What happened, my Prince?” She was mortified by your broken body on her table. “Her husband.” The healer shook her head, beginning her work on you. You were in and out of consciousness, but she tried to speak with you and keep you calm, letting you know what she was doing so she didn’t frighten you with her rapid movements. Your friends sat by your side, holding your hand.

You knew when Loki made his arrival. You could hear the door slam open, you could hear Thor trying to speak with Loki and warn him about what he was about to witness. You could hear him move past Thor and he moved to your bedside. “Oh, my love.” He whispered, reaching out a hand delicately to trace over the hand print that was forming on your face. “Loki, I tried but he won’t let me go. He won’t ever let me go.” You sobbed. He didn’t know how to comfort you, because he feared you were right. You could see his fear in his eyes. “He won’t be a problem for us if he’s dead.” Loki sneered, leaving your side. You tried to scream out to stop him, still trying to protect Davyn even after what he’d done to you.

“Let him settle it, y/n. This is out of your hands now.” Your friend added, squeezing your hand again. You knew she was right, but you were terrified that Loki was going for vengeance, not justice.

 When the Healer released you, you couldn’t go back to your rooms. You were too terrified to be anywhere near Davyn. Your friend was going to allow you to stay in her rooms with her but as you left the healing rooms you were met by two guards. “Ms. Y/n, we were asked to escort you to Prince Loki’s rooms and not to leave your side until you’re safely inside.” Despite their words, you could sense their resentment. They had fought alongside Davyn, these men were his friends. You didn’t fight them, you stayed silent and your friend stayed with you until you were in Loki’s rooms. The last person you expected to see there was the Queen, relaxing in one of the green arm chairs near the fire.

The two of you were alone, you moved to curtsey but she stopped you. “No, not after what you’ve been through. Sit, y/n. Please.” You moved to sit across from her, folding your hands in your lap and staring through her. “Where is Loki?” You asked, almost afraid to know the answer to that question. “I imagine preparing for the duel against Davyn.” That made you focus, drew you out of your haze. “What?!” You practically shouted. You raced across the floor to the door, trying to open it to stop him but it was locked. “He can’t!” You weren’t sure whom you were more worried about; Loki or Davyn. Both were fierce warriors. “He did. As soon as he saw what Davyn did to you he found him and challenged him for your hand. It’s all the talk, there hasn’t been a duel like this in at least five hundred years.”

“He’s your son, you can talk him out! Tell him to stop!” Frigga met your eyes, and she stood. “I won’t. Not just because I believe in my son as a warrior, but because what happened to you was wrong. I’m not just speaking about last night. You’ve endured years of his abuse, most were too blind too see it. But I see things that most miss, or choose to ignore.” You didn’t argue, you wrapped your arms around yourself as if trying to shield yourself from the reality and the truth of her words. “You’re not the first woman at court to be forced into an arranged marriage, but I’m hoping you’re the last. My hope is that at the very least, other abusive men will see what happens to Davyn today and rethink their actions.”

“You wish to use my marriage as an example at court.” You were embarrassed, but maybe if it saved someone from this fate it would be worth it. “Partially. Mostly I wish to see my son happy, and you make him very happy.” You felt giddy at those words, because he made you happy. Because he made the darkest moments of your life bearable. “I love him.” Frigga smiled. “I know, dear.” She offered you a hand.  You accepted and she sandwiched her hands over yours. “We will be hopeful that fate falls in our favor today. Come, we have a duel to attend.” Frigga could sense your terror, both at the thought of this duel but also at seeing Davyn again. You stepped outside, overlooking the training grounds.

Thor stood beside Loki, speaking softly with him on the training grounds. You glanced to the other side and saw Davyn speaking with a few members of the guard who were cheering him on. Then you noticed that every eye was on you and it seemed like half the population of Asgard was there. No matter how this ended this evening blood would be on your hands. “May I go to him?” you asked Frigga. “I don’t see why not. I’ll come with you.” You were so thankful for this strong, powerful woman. You weren’t sure you would’ve had the guts to come here alone. You moved over the dirt towards Loki and Thor, they didn’t see you approaching because they were so involved in what they were doing. But when Loki saw you, he closed the distance between the two of you. You leapt into his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. You don’t have to do this.” You sobbed, burying your face in the space where his neck met his shoulder. One of your favorite places to kiss him because it caused shivers to run up and down his body. You tried to remember the feel of his body against yours, his smell, everything—in case the worst happened. When you thought of that possibility it only made you sob harder. Loki set you back on your feet, his fingers catching your chin. “This was bound to happen eventually, my love. Neither of us are willing to let you go. Though I expect in his case it’s more that he wishes to embarrass me.” You shook your head. “I don’t want anyone to die for me.” Thor and One of Davyn’s friends had met in the center of the training grounds, and after a few moments of heated debate they parted to their respective sides. “It’s time.” Thor announced rather grimly as he approached. Loki pressed his lips to yours. “I love you, y/n. Mother-“ Loki called, and Frigga put a hand on your shoulder. Loki and Frigga exchanged a solemn glance, and you knew they were communicating without words.

Loki turned and strode towards where Davyn waited, pulling on his helmet. Frigga led you off the battleground with Thor on your other side. Words were exchanged, and as soon as you the three of you were off the grounds the fight began. Davyn threw the first blow, trying to stab Loki with his sword as Loki side-stepped and managed to avoid the blow. Davyn moved around him at a jog, but Loki kept his eyes on him; his sword drawn as he watched him carefully. Davyn leapt into the air and tried to drive his sword down into Loki, but Loki brought a shield to the blow and stumbled backwards. You were shaking, feeling like you were going to retch. Thor set a hand on your shoulder, giving you a reassuring squeeze.

It was like an intricate dance, when Davyn swung Loki would step back and bring his shield forward then Loki would swing his sword at Davyn. “Why isn’t he using his magic?” you asked Thor, he could’ve killed Davyn a thousand times by now simply using an illusion. “It was agreed that the weapon would be swords, and that Loki would not use his magic.” Your stomach turned again, but despite Loki using a sword you could see the glint of Loki’s daggers on his side as he moved in the setting sun. Davyn brought his shield to his chest, trying to stab Loki over his shield. Loki brought his sword down across one of Davyn’s arms over the shield when he crouched down to move and Davyn cried out in pain but didn’t stop his low, quick movements or jabs at the younger Prince. You feel fell Thor tensing beside you, muttering ‘come on, Loki’ under his breath.

You could hear the clang of the metal as the blows became faster and faster; shields hitting sword as Loki backed Davyn into a corner. You closed your eyes and prayed to whatever God was listening to spare Loki’s life and give him the grace to spare Davyn and banish him, demote him. Anything bit death. Loki let out a howl, bringing his foot behind Davyn’s ankle as the man stumbled and Loki brought his sword to Davyn’s throat. “Let her go, release her to me. I’ll let you walk out this Palace banished and alive.” Loki pressed his sword tighter to Davyn’s throat. “I yield.” Davyn uttered, his face red from embarrassment and the struggle of the battle. Loki sheathed his sword and began walking away from Davyn, you broke away from Thor and moved to Loki.

As you walked over the battlefield towards Loki, you saw Davyn’s friends helping him up onto his feet. You were going to thank Loki for being benevolent, when it had likely taken everything in him not to kill Davyn for what he did to you. But you froze, you saw Davyn lift his sword and race towards Loki. You couldn’t even open your mouth to scream. Loki saw the terror on your face and spun around on his heels, bringing his sword right into Davyn’s stomach with a huge thrust. His blood fell into the dirt at Loki’s feet, and Loki pulled out his sword as Davyn fell lifeless to the ground. You couldn’t move, frozen to the spot as you stared at your husband’s lifeless body.

Loki handed off his sword to Thor, and then caught you by the shoulders and spun you around so you couldn’t watch anymore. He brought you with him back into the Palace, away from the stunned crowds. “I’m sorry, my love. I tried to spare his life-“ Loki had turned to face you once you were far enough away from the door, away from the horror of that moment. “He died a coward’s death. You tried to spare his life, and he refused to have any humility.” You offered him a hand, and he accepted. “I owe you my life, Loki. You’ve granted me my freedom, for the first time in years I don’t feel afraid anymore.”

Loki wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against his body. He rest his head on top of yours. “You’ll never have to live in fear again as long as you’re mine. I’d give my life to protect you.” Then, there was peace.

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Robstar Week Day 6: The Start of Forever (Prompt: Wedding Bells)

I love weddings. They’re just these big, happy, fun parties! So for this prompt I ended up going full self-indulgent mess and just sort of jumped in with very little plan... and I think what little plan I had didn’t even make it into the fic, whoops. The end result is less a single cohesive story than it is a series of events meant to evoke a sort of snapshot of these dorks’ wedding, and I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it.

(Note: You’re going to see a certain character here whose presence would make the Royal Family Verse go very differently, as I’ve had pointed out to me. Rest assured that I have not forgotten him in that ‘verse, and simply have different plans for him there than I do here.)

The Start of Forever

Penguin was really not having a good day.

It should have been an easy heist, or at least a relatively low-risk one. The Bat’s brat was getting married halfway across the country, which meant the whole posse was out for a couple days. And, sure, he’d made the mistake of getting cocky while Batman was away before, but this thing was a big deal – something about alien royalty, he hadn’t been keeping track of the specifics – and the way he figured, the only buddies of the big guy who wouldn’t also be there were the small-fry or the newbies of the Justice League. Still formidable to common criminals, of course, but to veterans who’d been dealing with the Bat himself for years? His gang could handle it.

But now here he was, his thugs already captured, his trick umbrella wrecked, and fleeing for what was beginning to feel uncomfortably like his very life. He could hear footsteps behind him, and he knew it was only a matter of time before –

There was the lasso. Before he could even try to dodge it, he was bound up tight and thrown flat on his face.

Penguin glared at his captor as she stepped into view, calmly looping up the other end of the rope bound to him. “Aren’t you supposed to be at a wedding?” he grumbled.

Wonder Woman gave him a flat look. “This was the only way to convince my colleague it was safe to go. I was watching the ceremony live, and I’d like to get back to that, so let’s get this over with.”

With one hand, she pulled him up by the loop of rope around his torso and glared deeply into his eyes. “Where are you hiding the loot?”

********

“Yeah, I really can’t help but feel sorry for anyone who tries to mess with Gotham right now,” Wonder Girl said, pausing to take a drink from her glass. “Di might be tough in the field, but she loves a good wedding. I’m kind of surprised she even volunteered to city-sit.”

Batwoman chuckled and leaned back in her chair. “Part of me kind of hopes a supervillain shows up there, if one hasn’t already. Not only would it make a great story, but it would prove the old man right about not leaving the city vulnerable and Wonder Woman won’t have to be mad at him.”

The two women shared a good laugh at that, before settling in to watch events around them. The wedding was a very… unique affair, which was inevitable when one considered the couple in question. Starfire was still technically Tamaranean royalty, after all; her marriage to a prominent hero (or rather, another prominent hero) meant too much for relations between her home planet and Earth to host it under the privacy of civilian identities.

Not that most of the Titans Network weren’t used to going around in uniform off-duty, but it made things interesting when fancy tuxedos and dresses were paired with the masks. The resulting “badass masquerade” feel of the party was oddly suited to both the many superheroes and the handful of boisterous Tamaranean dignitaries that had managed to attend.

Across one very active dance floor, over at the head table, Beast Boy and Cyborg were starting up a chant. They’d already had all their silverware taken away after one too many rounds of “tapping the glass to make the bride and groom kiss,” but this had only slowed them down for about twenty seconds.

Amidst an increasingly disruptive chorus of “Do it, do it, do it,” Raven leaned over to Starfire’s side. “They’re going to keep doing that until you give in,” she muttered.

Nightwing looked over from her other side and pointed out, “If we do, it’ll only encourage them.”

Raven shrugged. “Your call.”

Starfire just smiled and turned toward her husband. (Her husband! X’hal, that sounded good.) “I believe it all depends on whether we want to,” she declared, right before leaning forward to give him a quick peck on the mouth. His half of the table promptly erupted into cheers.

“Mmm.” Nightwing gave her that goofy little smile that never got old, and then stood up and held out a hand to her.

“Come on, let’s head back to the dance floor before they start up again.” His smile widened as he added, “As much as I enjoy kissing you, I’d rather do it on our own terms.”

Starfire laughed a little as she accepted his offer, and together they made their way into the throng.

As befitting its hosts, the wedding reception was a mixed bag of American and Tamaranean traditions. In a general sense, there was plenty of overlap – good food, energetic music, and a whole lot of dancing. But it was still worth noting when the couple made their way past several tables of casually chatting guests only to come across a traditional Feasting table sprawled over with several Tamaraneans (and one specially-invited reporter who’d wanted to sample the local flavor of the royal half of the wedding).

The free-for-all had died down significantly by now, but one youth had planted himself cross-legged in the middle of the table and was munching happily – and completely in leu of a fork – on a slice of wedding cake. He perked up upon seeing Starfire, and promptly flew over to her.

“Sister!” he chirped, still clutching his cake. “This Earth dessert is very good! Do you think I can bring some back home after this?”

Starfire smiled good-naturedly and shared a knowing look with her husband. “You might have a hard time getting a wedding cake, but a normal one shouldn’t be a problem,” she said. “I can even give you a recipe Cyborg and I came up with that uses Tamaranean ingredients, if you would like.”

“Why don’t you join us when you’re done?” Nighwing offered. “Star says you’re pretty impressive on the dance floor, and I don’t think you two have had much family time yet.”

Wildfire grinned and nodded, but as he returned to the table, Starfire lifted a few inches off the ground and swung around to face Nightwing. That was another Tamaranean tradition – for the happy couple to fully embrace their rapturous joy by spending as much time in the air as possible – and one she was all too happy to indulge. A little impish smile crossed her face as she pulled him out to the center of the reception hall.

Oh, but he did look fetching. They had opted to dress in the wedding wear of each other’s cultures, and as much as she loved her lacy wedding gown, she loved even more how well it paired with the long, loose white sleeves and classic armored accents of his suit. Even his mask had been altered for the occasion – narrower and sleeker than normal, with a dark silver replacing the usual black edges and tiny flared accents at the corners.

“I must admit, I do not at all mind you having to wear such a handsome mask on a day like today,” she thought out loud, pulling close to him as the two began to move in beat with the music. Then, leaning in and speaking in a voice too low for anyone but him to hear, she added, “I wouldn’t mind if you continue to wear it tonight, either.”

Nightwing smirked at that, resting a hand on the back of her neck and pressing his forehead against hers as he twirled her around the dance floor. “Sorry Your Highness, but I fully intend to see you properly for our wedding night.” He considered that train of thought for a moment. “Although we might be able to bring it on the honeymoon.”

Starfire held back a snort of laughter, instead schooling her face into a mock pout. “It is less fun when you refuse to be flustered.”

A little smile crept into the edge of her expression. “And this is a poor time to start calling me ‘Highness.’ You’re technically a prince now.”

Nightwing’s smile broadened. “I still can’t quite get over the thought of that. Please feel free to remind me whenever you like.”

Now Starfire did laugh. Rising a little higher from the floor, she wrapped both arms around his waist and looked to him with a silent question.

Her husband (and thinking that was still absolutely delightful) knew her well – he just smiled again and secured both arms behind her shoulders in answer, allowing her to lift him off the ground with her. Together, they joined the flighted guests that twirled whimsically high above the rest of the party, sharing in the joy of their union for both their worlds to see.

#Teen Titans #Robin #Starfire #robstar #robstarweek #Beast Boy #Raven #Cyborg #Wildfire #I'm not gonna tag everyone with one or two lines we'd be here all day #The intrepid reporter may or may not be one Clark Kent #His coworkers still don't know how he and Lois managed to get an invite #Probably because she's all buddy buddy with Superman #lucky

[shirokh]

Ch 2 Compromises & more compromises.

Next Council meeting came up different than expected. They would simply not abandon the idea of the princess Zelda’s marriage as soon as possible. During a week, all they discussed was about:

“Your father last words and last breath was hoping you took care of the kingdom! Your majesty, we are hoping you have not forgotten. Besides, your nephew Zaphire is still too young”

“Think about the benefits of a marriage, having turned seventeen and Six month old, we could confirm the union with Altea to assure the wedding, for Hyrule’s prosperity, that political business would guarantee the improvement of the city”

“Princess... think about what your father would have wanted” instigated Vaati, one of the youngest members of the council.

She was cornered. If she said no, she would be denoting weakness and denying prosperity and benefits for the economy of her people. But she could not hide, deep in her heart how much she hated the idea of marrying a complete stranger.

“Our people can prosper here, and now... wise man, you may send the messenger if you please, but you can not expect a wedding in less than six months. I still grieve for my father, the King. He is now in a sacred place, so I demand you do not make assumptions of what he would have wanted.”

The council had enough with that for an answer, but that jus gave her time before they forced her on what seemed inevitable.

Her gazed crossed with Link’s, to her surprise he had accepted the charge of chief commander with a usual inexpressible face. At least that would keep him near, with the meetings, now that his role as her appointed knight was over. Maybe it was something forbidden and risky, to finally accept herself how she felt about him, but the proof was solid... every moment she thought about the warm feeling of love he made her have, the power of the triforce resonated in her, her hand would shine with light. Was there any possibility she confessed how she felt? What would be the consequence? Would she be left with unrequited love? Only imagining it made her stomach feel empty, made her feel she was falling from a cliff.

She was expecting to see Link on Monday, she dressed with a beautiful blue gown, and she even had perfume of roses on her, she would invite him to have dinner, just like the old times in the wild. But she found Link was gone. Later they informed her that he had requested to visit the Zora’s kingdom. So that reminded her of ... princess Mipha.

She felt her heart heavy, painful sensation she tried to avoid all day long. Little they knew that a dark force was infiltrating, moving their own game to separate them in this moments of felt victory.

“So... here I am... princess Miphy”

Said his friend knight with a big smile. Zora’s kingdom was sunny in that precise moment. Link had requested permission to be absent from the army and the council a couple of days. It seemed that the princess had something she wanted to show him.

“I... please come with me, there is something I must give you please!” She said with a reverence, repeating “please” with every sentence” he could far tell she was really nervous.

“It’s just me, there’s no need of such formality” he said scratching his head.

“But now you reminded me, with all this responsibility in Hyrule’s castle, I’m beginning to feel as an important person” he said bluffing as a joke to his childhood friend, even though she seemed distracted, something rare, as she always payed close attention to whatever he said.

She led him into a road near the waterfalls around the village. At first she intended to take him to Vah Ruta, but she remembered that the place would be crowded because they installed a big marketplace near the dam, where Vah Ruta was resting, she didn’t wanted to lose more time, so she lead him behind one of the tallest waterfall of clear water, they went through a fancy zora door, reaching a big chamber. There rested a closed treasure chest in the center of the room, lightened by a ray of sunlight filtered from above,

Link was half naked now, he took off his champion tunic, his pants and his boots before crossing under the waterfall. He was used to it since he visited the kingdom as a kid, occasionally he would even play in the cliff jumping to the water for hours. He had a close relationship with king Dorphan too.

Mipha blushed slightly watching his naked torso, she began stuttering even more.

“Link... I have made this for you”...

Link, curious and impatient, went right to the chest she was pointing. He didn’t wait a second to hear what was inside, something he would regret later. He went right to it, and opened the treasure, asking if he could have it now at the same time.

Inside, he found a zora armor, a helmet and zora grieves.

With a serious expression, he observed slowly the beautiful design in the armor set. Mipha kept silent then, maybe he knew the meaning of that gesture.

“This... is a zora armor set...” he said, touching it softly to get a feel of the texture, his eyes were bright with excitement .

“Link... humm.., I must tell you that...”

“This is the coolest thing ever!!!! Mipha, does this make me a faster swimmer?..”

“Yes, you’ll swim faster, and you can ascend big waterfalls going versus water current... but... listen... Link...”

While he was trying to listen, Link was already putting on the armor set. It was a perfect fit, something unexpected, because if it was made with a zora pattern, he expected it to be a little big for him, because all Zora were taller than him.

When Mipha got his attention back, Link was already putting the helmet on.

“So... It’s a very special... item.. because..”

“Of course it’s special! It’s perfect! How did you know it would fit me?” He said, stretching his arms and jumping a little while mumbling that the color was so cool and the liberty of movements, he just didn’t let the Zora princess finish any of her sentences.

“Link!... listen!... that armor set... is for my future husband!”

It was just then that he kept silence and turned to face her, analyzing her words.

“I... I handcrafted it carefully, and I... made it for you... with all my love... Link... do you remember the day you killed the Linel?... it ...it all started that day... I fell in love with you”

He stared at the princess, the young zora was bowing in front of him, as a sign of respect. If she could be more red, her blushing face would have been noted on her delicate features. Her eyes were closed tightly, she seemed about to cry.

“Mipha...” he said, walking towards her slowly, his eyes wide open, he felt now like he was in a sort of unreal dream, expecting to wake up any moment. Her love confession was truly an unexpected surprise for the hylian.

“Mipha... I care for you deeply” he said, raising her chin with his hand, so she would look back at him, putting his other hand on her head.

“I know... this may sound unfair... but... I have always thought of you as my family... and I really would like to offer something so precious like you are feeling right now about me... it doesn’t matter if we are Hylian or Zora...” and making a pause he continued

“I know... you will find the most special person for you... I am sure you will!... I’m really sorry Mipha...”

And making a deeper bow in front of her, he continued on a more formal way. He didn’t want to loose her long time friend, into his mind appeared images of his childhood : them investigating dangerous mistery of the lost silver rupee, how they played and he defended her of river otoroks, or when she showed him exited his new baby brother Sidon along with many other memories, as much as he didn’t want to hurt her, he couldn’t offer what she expected of him.

-“I... had the impression... it was unrequited” she answered. A silent tear running down her cheek and a forced smile placed on her lips.

-“Is it... that you have someone special already Link?” She asked quickly cleansing the tear away from her face

-“I promise, the moment I find her, you’ll be the first one to know” he answered offering his small finger to lace it with hers

-“It’s a promise”

And joining pinkys, they were distracted by a young zora who came in walking hand in hand with little Sidon, who came kicking water playfully.

-“My Mipha!” He ran to her when he saw her. The princess stoop down and carried him on her shoulders with a smile.

-“Link! I want Link’s outfit! My Mipha is going to make me clothes like Link’s!” He said convincingly, pointing at Link’s armor.

The young Zora who came behind was Sidon caretaker. She apologized

-“I’m sorry, Princess Mipha, lord Sidon insisted so much we should look for you, I supposed you would be here”

Link bécame Awareness he was still wearing Zora’s armor set, with such a significance he began undressing it.

“I... would like you to keep it” Mipha said timidly, “After all... it is made only for you”.

-“I can’t accept such honor”... said doubtfully the blue eyed hylian.

“Please! Take it as a gift, for the heroe of the evil vanishing sword”.

“I want it! My-Mi, make one for me, would you?” Said the little princess brother, bouncing on her shoulders, without knowing real significance of the matter.

“Yes, yes. I will, but you’ll see, a prettier Zora girl It’s going to make a better one for you one day” Mipha told his little brother, tickiling his feet, so he inocently laughed.

“No! My-Mi is the preeeeetiest Zora of all” he answered, opening his arms to the air.

“Of course she is” Link claimed, and so they all began walking to the waterfall exit..

It’s not that Link didn’t wanted to try the zora armor, or that he wouldn’t like to have said hello to the king of the Zora, it was just that uncomfortable silence, he didn’t know if he had to explain if having the armor, people might think he was in fact now the princess fiancé, and it would be all missunderstood as next royal - son in law.

He also didn’t want to take it off, so he wouldn’t hurt Mipha more than he already felt he had, so he decided to return to Hyrule as soon as possible, so he parted, with formal goodbye to the siblings. As expected, Mipha didn’t insist on him staying, most likely she would not fancy seeing him for a while, action he perfectly understood.

“-See you in a month on Hyrule!” He said, taking the road to Hyrule.

Once he was out of sight, Mipha took Sidon off her shoulders, and sat on the ground near the water. Silent tears came flowing non stop.

“My Mipha? Are you I’ll?” Sidon came near, touching her face.

“Does it hurt?l he asked with big child eyes, about to start crying too.

“Yes... it hurts. I will be ok, little one” She said, taking her face to her knees.

-“ Sidon, let us find some wild flowers to cure your sister, I need your help” Her nany said, Sidon, eager to help took her hand and they left the princess alone, after all, it was going to be hard to cure a broken heart.

Mind blank, that was the journey back Hyrule, So much have happened in so little time.

Many matters were required at his return, and what he imagined it would be short vacation with the Zora, came as a sad situation.

-“Sometimes I feel really stupid” he talked with his horse, reprimanding himself for not realizing Mipha’s feelings towards him. How long would she felt that way? Would it have been different having known them? It was frustrating not to find a solution, not to be able to help all of those who were important to him.

In the meantime on Hyrule.

Once morning meeting was finished, Zelda went personally to supervise contstruction site in the outskirts. She felt heaviness on her soul since early morning. On her mind, it only occured that, without the duty of being her appointed knight, Link didn’t have to be after her all the time. A year had being enough to pass from despise to longing.

Impa walked towards her, accompanied by two man of a peculiar aspect, one of them was red head like fire, without hylian ears, wich was considered flamboyant for the villagers, and people around. He was being followed by a taller man, with a black cloak covering his hair, and part of the face... or was it a tall woman? For the fine features of it’s face, and the slim body, it was hard to tell.

“Princess Zelda, ... they...uhh” that was all Impa was able to murmur, referring to the red haired man.

“It’s such an honor, to meet you at last your majesty, a lot has been spoken about your beauty on the literature, on the land that we are from! But it does not make justice to the real muse, who inspires all those wisdom poems, sang on realm festivities” He said theatrically, reaching her and taking her hand to make a greeting and giving Zelda a quick kiss on her cheek, that was a real surprise.

“Impa, I trust you are going to tell me what is this about”. As shocked as she was, she wasn’t sure if she should be laughing or upset.

“They come from Altea..” the Sheikah answered unceremoniously, that erased the little smile from her face.

“I imagine you are here for the answer to your future King, prince Marth” she asked directly. “Well, Incan go ahead and tell you that I’m sorry you travelled this far, but princess Zelda in unwilling to have a marriage...”

“Princess, you are mistaken, please hear this humble peasants, my name is Raphael, I’m a land worker, who achieved a degree on architecture, so I was sent as a help to rehabilitate your beautiful kingdom, as help from a neighbor kingdom.

“And your servant I presume, is...”

“He is my bodyguard, Ling, a pawn who was sent to protect me from the roads, even squire, if you would excuse him, he is not instructed on reading and writing” . He stood silent to such statements, raising his head a little.

“So, were you both farmers?” She asked, uncertain of his words, their hands, even covered in half gloves, didn’t seem of a man who had worked tilling the ground

“Yes! We were, your real majesty, we hope not to be a bother, so made clear our only objective is to help with the reconstruction and devastation your kingdom suffered.

“In that case, you are welcome, I trust my most trusted guardian Impa wil, find you a acomodation, shall you follow me please, I was just heading to talk to architect headmasters to deal with house construction”

Both look themselves for a second before following her.

On purpose, she took the road near vegetable plot, many hylians were working there, hylian whom dedicated all their lives to farm and grow plants.

-“Good morning Mr Talem, I see that carrots are going well”

The old man, seeing it was the Princess herself, made a bow in one knee, rising after her signal to come closer.

-“Yes, it is, we are hoping fertile lands this years your majesty” he politely answered with a smile.

-“This lords here, will be more than happy to give you some advice, how long is the harvest period for carrots in Altea? Lord Raphael?

The red head stood still, looking from Zelda, to the farmer and then Zelda again.

-“Well, your majesty, carrots on Altea have a 15 day period to harvest”

Both, Zelda and Mr Talem made a surprised face, and Zelda raised an eyebrow incredulous

-“That’s really fast sir, you have to tell me the way to achieve that in or lands” Talem said, taking off his hat in front of Raphael.

“And the big hearted radish, so abundant in Altea, we also grow it here, how long does it take you to harvest? Sir Raphael? She inquired again.

-“Oh... of course! Only two weeks of a good irrigation of fresh spring water, and you’ll have it ready for a salad! “ he answered without a doubt.

Talem looked at him with bright eyes, and bowed several times, asking him to teach Altea’s harvesting tips

-“Some other day, Talem now I have to take them with the architects”

Impa followed a steps behind Zelda, who went ahead inside a tent installed for construction workers, going inside with both characters.

-“So, foreigners, maybe in Altea there is some magic to fertilize your vegetables so much so they grow twice as fast, or maybe you are just mot aware that the big heart turnip is exclusive of the Lands of Hyrule, but I’d like to know your real purpose here, Are you spies? Because is now clear to me that you were not farmers. I knew prince Marth was unorthodox, but sending spies to Hyrule?” She told them, on a more upset tone, walking around the tent.

Raphael got a bit nervous.

-“Well, you see.. what really happens is...”

The young man on dark cloak,who had been silent until now, with one movement revealed himself under the fabric, unveiling his blue hair and white skin, and blue eyes like his hair, he was really good looking at first sight.

-“It’s ok, Roy” he told the red headed, touching his shoulder. “Princess Zelda, it has been imprudent of me to put ourselves on this situation” he told to the blond girl, his voice was deep and manly for his complexion.

-“Allow me to introduce myself, my name is Marth Lowell, heir prince of Altea”

Zelda couldn’t believe her ears, the prince himself on Hyrule? And it was quite not what she imagined, among her calculation, he should have at least twice her age.

-“Is it not that Marth was born on 52e after the first cataclysm?...”

-“I’m sorry for that confusión, here it is, Falchion sword to prove myself, I know that whomever wrote my birth date, in a couple of copies of Altea’s genealogical tree, changed mine with my cousin, Ike, but my year of birth is bear, meaning I’m nineteen years old, this year I’ll be twenty your highness” he said, while unfolding a package revealing a beautiful sword, with golden handle, embedded with a beautiful ruby on center and an emerald at the left, covered with a blue fine sheath. Impa, who was límete IMG from outside, went inside the tent, side with the Princess.

-“The moment news arrived to my father of the proceeding of our engagement, I wanted to personally come without pretending to mean any offense, to meet you at least once before allowing others to make a choice in my place, so that is why I made our presences so discreet

“Didn’t succeed at all” she thought to hersel, instead of making themselves familiar, they made themselves more noticeable among hylians.

-“So... now that you know me, and my kingdom, I suppose your interests on the engaging has decreased, as you see, we are recovering with many projects” she stated on a diplomatic way, as she never thought she would have to reject the prince personally, but it was easier if he rejected the union first.

-“On the contrary. Knowing Hyrule, and meeting you... has only increased my longing to concrete a possible alliance between our kingdom”

#zelink #fanart #legend of zelda #zelda botw #fanfic #zelmarth #marth fire emblem #ooc #breath of the wild #zelda #mipha botw #champion mipha #loz mipha #lady mipha #miphalink #link x mipha

[mrneighbourlove]

The Rising Sun: Ch 7. Hail the King

Donoma did not know who was worse for presentation; her brother or her father. Both of them had a flare for the dramatics. With a huge sigh, Donoma asked again, "Dad, I'm telling you, you look fine, can we go now?"

“I have to look absolutely flawless.” Malik took the cucumber off his face, moving over to his selection of robes and armour. “Which one do you concur?”

"You're as bad as Ganondorf and he's the one who has to look pretty all the time. Even more so than Zelda did." Donoma rolled her eyes and then she gestured to the golden armor her mother had made all those years ago. "I know this one is your favorite. Mom made it for you. I'd say either wear that one or just walk out in nothing but underwear. That'd make a statement. You know, like Revan did when he got drunk for the first time."

“I just want this to go right.”

"It's going to go fine, I mean, all you got to do is strut out there, say some fancy stuff, and they'll cheer, and be happy." Donoma held up a black robe for him to wear underneath the armor. "I mean, unless you fart really loud, I doubt it could go wrong."

“Donoma...” Malik gave her a look as he got dressed.

"What? Just trying to lighten the mood." Donoma shrugged her shoulders. "You look and sound so serious. Everything you've helped with concerning the town, the people already love you, so just... chill."

“You sure you aren’t deflecting your own feelings on becoming a middle child?”

"Nah, more so worried about you and Mom becoming like... parents again when you should be grandparents in a few years." Donoma admitted. "Though it will work out for the best."

“Oh?” Malik jumped on that immediately. “Found someone have you?”

"Not me, but Mom swears that Nakeso and Revan will get hitched soon."

“Really now? That seems...” Malik decided not to finish that thought. “Well, you’re right. We should be going.” To complete his set, Malik placed a royal helmet atop his head. “No more distractions. Let us be off.”

"That's what she said, I have no idea where she developed the ability to see the future." Donoma stood from the chair. "All right, let's go."

The whole Town was in celebration, watching in anticipation for Malik to enter the spiritual grounds of the temple. The statue of the Sand Goddess smiled down upon them all as Malik made his way through the crowd. They didn’t cheer out of respect for the grounds, but smiled in happiness for the event at hand.

An older shaman stood at the end as Malik stood on a sun carpet. “Lord Malik. You have dedicated your entire life to the restoration of the Gerudo people. You have lived, died, and lived again for all of us. No other man is worthy of the title of King of the Gerudo. Do you, the people, accept Malik as our King?”

The entire chamber echoed. “We do. With all our hearts.”

“And do you, Malik, promise to put the Gerudo people first.”

“I do.”

“Then take off your helmet so I may place upon you the crown jewel.”

Malik did so, taking his head gear off. The shaman then carefully took off his Gerudo jewel, placing it in her pocket for safe keeping. Walking to a box, she took out a perfect diamond. Placing it on Malik’s head, she nodded. “This diamond was taken from the heart of a Kryat Dragon native to the desert, an apex predator long ago. It is a symbol of might and mastery. With this, I dub you King Malik!”

Asakonigei wanted to attend the celebration, but now, both Doctor Boveir and some of the midwives had agreed that she be on strict bedrest. So, she patiently waited for her husband to come visit after his grand moment. She was still miffed about his apparent decision without her. As much as she tried, the Kovina could not imagine life out here in the desert. Her relatives were not here. Her friends were not here. There was hardly any metal for her to morph. It seemed insane to Asakonigei, to move away from all they had built as a family in Hyrule. Yet, she also wanted her husband to be happy. It was a nuisance, all this planning. He said he wanted more time with her. Now, as a 'ruler' of these Gerudo women, he'd have less time than he thought he would. It still did not make sense to her.

Though she had little time to think of sense. Her sheets were wet. Lifting up the blanket, she saw that her water had broke. Taking a nervous breath, she informed her attendant. "Please... go get my husband. Tell him his child is about to be born."

As if fate got its jollies out of cruelty, a wave of pain filled Asa’s being. This baby would be anything but easy.

Asakonigei knew she could not panic, but she was afraid. Though, it would not do her any good here. She managed to slide off the bed, 'sitting' on her knees. Holding the sheets, she gripped the fabric tightly as contractions came with a vengeance. Removing her decorative leather tie, she bit on the material and groaned loudly, her eyes watering. It was hard to breathe through such pain.

As she struggled, the baby struggled, stretching and hurting their mother in its journey to escape. Meanwhile, as Malik was ready to address the townsfolk, Gali pushed her way through the crowd to make her way to the King. “King Malik. It’s your wife!” Malik’s eyes expanded with a golden ferocity at the interruption. He knew Gali wouldn’t alert him unless the baby was coming.

Shouting an order in Gerudo, every woman scattered at his command. They would not celebrate until his wife was safe and sound with his child healthy in her arms.

Donoma had rushed to help her mother. She fetched warm water, blankets, anything necessary that the women told her to obtain. Even a few of the midwives were already there, trying to coach Asakonigei into breathing properly and making her as comfortable as possible. The women had heard her cries of pain and knew what was happening. As soon as Malik entered the tent, a few of the women tried to get him to wait outside.

“No. I’m not abandoning her now.” Malik made his way beside Asa, holding her hand. When he looked down, his stomach churned. “She’s bleeding.”

Gali had her hands rolled up, scrambling with the other nurse maids. “I know.”

Asakonigei was half-dazed with pain, but she recognized Gali. Grabbing the woman's hand with a crunching grip, she managed to pant, "Remember... what I asked... of you."

“I know. I’ll keep it.”

Malik looked at Asa, watching the colour slowly drain from her face. “No. You can’t give up.”

"I won't..." Asakonigei closed her eyes and tried to choke back a whimper. Blood was freely flowing now. Dear spirits, it was agony, but she managed to steel her nerves but gripping the sheets, nearly ripping the fabric. "... let my baby die..."

“No. I will not allow it.”

“King Malik, there are some things-!”

Malik didn’t let Gali defy his will. Slowly, he put one hand on Asakonigei’s womb. The other he raised to the heavens. If he held the power of a god, then he was fit to wield it as he saw fit. And he would not lose a second wife. The Triforce of Power glowed, and taking from the cosmos Malik willed life into Asa. This baby would survive, and she would live to see it. Although the energy was warm, the Gerudo were astonished and fearful to see the light flow through Malik and into his wife.

Zarazu was in the process of packing a care bag for her friend. Hearing that Asakonigei was pregnant again certainly was shocking at their age, but nonetheless, every woman would appreciate some fresh diapers and blankets. The queen was checking their closet for the missing breast sling when she heard her husband suddenly yell. Rushing back to the sleeping chamber, she found Covarog on his side, grasping at his chest. His face looked ashen and he was struggling to breath. "I... m-my..." The king gasped, tears rolling down his cheeks from the sudden pain. "M-My heart..."

"COVAROG!!!" Zarazu flung herself down beside her husband and held his face. She was barely holding onto common sense. "What's... what's going on?! Is your chest tight? Can you not breathe?! Tell me!"

"Mom!" Luimaya poked her head into tent and her eyes went wide at the sight of her father on the ground. "Dad?!?! What's going on?!"

"Your father suddenly fell, I don't know what could be causing---...!!!!!" Zarazu had a horrible realization. What if... the Tri-Force was connected to Ganondorf's blood... including her husband? His siblings? If Malik would use the magic, spend it all... "Go get Malik!"

"But Asa is---!!!"

"NOW!!!"

Revan watched in horror at the King collapsing. Snapping out of it enough, he looked around and shouted to the staff. “King Covarog needs medical attention! Go!!!”

While Zarazu was trying to calm her husband, Asakonigei was still in discomfort but at least now, it was manageable. She felt light-headed, but tried her hardest to focus. Was it the blood loss? The voices were drowning in and out of her ears, like an echo. Gali was demanding that she push with all she had. Malik was... glowing. That was odd. Maybe she really was starting to see things. The Kovina did not even realize she was screaming so loud, but finally, the baby was born... a baby boy.

Gali caught the baby, and the Gerudo quickly and surgically cut the cords connecting the two. Malik looked down at the baby, stunned by the gender of the baby. A boy? Did will a son into existence? “Asa. Are you alright?”

Asakonigei was half-conscious. While the magic saved her, she still experienced blood loss and excruciating pain. She could barely understand what was going on around her. Still, she managed to formulate a response. "I th-think... I'm going to f-faint..."

“Our son Asa. We have a son.” Malik looked to Donoma, his hand still glowing as he kept his hand on Asa with a smile. “You have a baby brother now.”

Donoma was keeping a rag on her mother's head, trying to help her stay conscious. She was not expecting a baby brother, that was for sure. Usually Gerudos were predominantly female. "He is... anogite..." Asakonigei was having a hard time remembering Hylian for a moment. "Gifted to us... by the spirits, with love..."

Yet, before the moment could be cherished, Luimaya busted into the tent. "Malik!!! M-My dad... my dad collapsed!!! Mom's trying to help him, he can't breathe!!! H-H-He keeps saying his-" She had to take an inhale through the tears. "His heart!!!"

“Princess, calm yourself around my wife and baby! What are you talking about? How did you even get here?” With a snap of his finger, he pointed Donoma to the princess. “Donoma, help her.” Malik walked over to his son, carefully cradling him. A name. He needed to think of a name.

"It all started just a few minutes ago!" Luimaya was rambling, her emotions high and she was clearly afraid for her father. "I heard Dad yell, and then I saw him on the floor with Mom! She screamed at me to get you and to tell you to 'stop using it'!"

"Stop using what?" Donoma took over her friend's care as soon as Gali had her mother situated.

"I don't know!"

Gali was slowly feeding Asa water to regain her strength. “Minutes ago? Princess, that’s so far away.”

"I don't give a shit how far away it was, it seemed like minutes maybe it was seconds, I don't know, my father is in trouble, please, please, please my mother needs you!!!" Luimaya was a sobbing mess.

Malik noticed his son start to grow distraught as Luimaya’s emotions flared. Good. He was already connected with the emotions of others. Still, he should not be sad on his first day of life. “Luimaya. I will join you, but you have to give me time here first. You came at a closed window of opportunity.”

"Go with her." Asakonigei finally managed to regain some of her rational thought. Thanks to Gali and the water in her body, the Kovina felt slightly better. She was sore, but very worried at Luimaya's obvious distress. "Our queen needs you. I'm all right. Your son is all right. Gali will take care of me."

“Your Queen.” Malik looked down at his son, watching the light glisten off his red hair. He had his hair. Everyone watched in anticipation at what Malik would do next. Carefully brushing his hair, looked to Luimaya. Her tears were still falling down her face as he decided on his next course of action. “Asa... look after… Takunova. I won’t be long.”

"I'll tell her she said that, and... she'll kick your butt." Asakonigei said in her old sense of dry humor. "Takunova will be fine with me and Gali. I trust these women to help me. Go. Our family needs you."

"Th-Thank you..." Luimaya managed to speak shakily, her nerves shot. She didn't want to lose her father.

Malik held her shoulders gently, massaging them to calm her nerves. “Now. How do we get to him quickly?”

"H-He's with M-Mom in their tent." Luimaya swallowed hard. "Carca'sec flew me here. He n-never leaves my side."

“Then we’ll fly back to Hyrule. Calm your emotions, and hope Carca’sec can complete the greatest sprint of his life. Let us be off.”

~

Revan never got a chance to accompany Luimaya back to Hyrule. She left too quickly as he was helping Castle staff help Zarazu and Covarog with the crisis. Worried out of his mind, all Revan could do was pace outside the king’s room.

Covarog was sweating profusely while lying in bed. Doctor Boveir along with several Dusas were in the room, trying their best to keep the king stable. Not even the magic of the healing Dusas was working. Zarazu had never seen anything like it. The Dusas were known for being able to fix several ailments, even heart attacks, but nothing was working.

"Revan!!!" Luimaya ran down the hallway, nearly colliding with her friend as she awaited his news. "What's going on? Is Dad okay?! Where's Mom?!"

“They’re both here! Luimaya, where did-” When he saw his father stroll in, he stopped in his tracks. He had dried blood on his hands and the most serious look on his face. “Father?”

“Where is King Covarog?”

"I went to fetch your father on Carsa'sec." Luimaya hurriedly explained to Revan. "Mom ordered me to get him."

Malik paused before the door, taking one last look at Revan before entering. “You have a baby brother now and your mother is still alive.” With that revelation hanging, Malik entered the chamber of Hyrule’s royalty, where Covarog was resting bedside.

Zarazu looked stricken with worry. It was evident she had been crying at one point, but was trying to hold it together for the sake of her children. There, she sat in a chair beside of Covarog's bed. He was unconscious, wheezing with each breath. As soon as Malik entered the room, the Lorleidian queen looked slightly relieved.

“What happened you...” Malik watched Covarog wheeze and gasp for air. Repeating the question, he looked to his wife. “What happened to him?”

"This happened... as soon as one of the Gerudo women, Gali, I believe, used the Water Mirror I lent her to message me about Asa's labor." Zarazu spoke softly, trying not to start her tears again. "I believe... the curse that has haunted Ganondorf, Zelda, and Rinku for ages is now trying to harm my husband. It is tied to Ganondorf's blood..." She took a breath and shakily said, "His bloodline."

“Cosmic fate can be cruel Zarazu.” Malik carefully walked over to Covarog’s bedside, looking down at the man he considered a nephew. Carefully, he whispered into his ear. “Covarog. Can you hear me?”

There was no response from the king. He was heavily medicated by Doctor Boveir and the healers trying to keep his discomfort to a minimum. His skin was paling and there were dark circles forming under his eyes. It was so unusual to see the mighty king brought to this state. "Cosmic fate be damned, he doesn't deserve this." Zarazu held her husband's hand tightly. "He hasn't done anything to deserve this."

“Cosmic fate?” Malik slowly trailed his hand over Covarog’s heart, the Triforce of Power glowing. He wanted to desperately heal the man, but something knocked at him not to try, least he cause more damage. “Is he stable?”

"For now." Zarazu nodded. "I'm just... trying to figure out how these pieces work." She looked at her hand, seeing the Wisdom triangle glowing at her. "Now I'm afraid to even use my piece. What if I hurt Kanisa? Or Orana? One of their children? Ralnor?"

“Why would you hurt them? That’s a choice on your part.”

"Not intentionally, but Zelda is... was..." Zarazu corrected her words. "Linked to the Wisdom piece of the Tri-Force. What if... when I use it, it has a negative impact on Kanisa or Orana? If they were supposed to get the piece and not me?"

“Where are you going with this? The goddesses... I’m certain they don’t act like that. If you weren’t worthy of the piece, I doubt it’d stay with you for long.”

"That's exactly my point, Malik." Zarazu turned to look at her friend, taking her eyes of her husband only for a moment. "What if the goddesses are still trying to find a way to punish Ganondorf, Zelda, and Rinku after all this time? If the piece falls into someone's hands that is not them, what will it do? What if it still haunts their descendants even after all this time of peace?"

“There have been others in our history who have wielded the Triforce with peace and prosperity. King Daphnes of Hyrule, The Fabled Time Witches, the Sages. I’m certain we are chosen for this. We are the keepers of the Triforce until Ganondorf and Zelda rise again. I know we can only do good with them; we can save lives.”

"... what if... Ganondorf and Zelda are not going to rise again?" Zarazu questioned Malik. "The same for Rinku. That is why the Tri-Force could be doing this."

“That’s paranoia. I thought the same once. Waiting for Ganondorf for so long made me question my views.” Malik looked down to Covarog, sighing. “I can’t help him more than the doctors here or you can.”

"Paranoia... or intuition." Zarazu squeezed Covarog's hand, kissing his knuckles. "Doctor Boveir told me there's nothing else he can do. My Dusas', their magic isn't working upon him. It has to be part of the curse. The only way to stop a curse is... a sacrifice."

Malik looked up to the glass stain sealing, taking a deep breath of regret. Ganondorf often got what he wanted with the Triforce of Power by sacrificing others. The sacrifice of the self could work, but was rare. “You’re right... there is a way, but your family would hate me for it.”

"... not you, Malik." Zarazu carefully summoned the piece of Wisdom and... set it on the nightstand. She was not going to take a chance of the Tri-Force piece influencing the magic she was born with from birth. "Long ago, people came to Lorleidi to seek help with curses. Even though a lot of the spells have been lost to history, there are a few still known."

“Zarazu... I could do it for you. I could cipher the life you have into Covarog. You don’t need to do that for-!!!” The moment Malik saw Zarazu separated her piece from herself and put it on the nightstand, his hand burn with light. There was a hunger to become whole. Grasping his hand, he hid it behind his cape. “I saved Asa, I could save Covarog. Don’t take the risk yourself.”

"I... I think what you did to save Asa somehow hurt Covarog. I... I can't risk using my piece. I don't want you to use your piece either unless it is necessary." Zarazu stood from her seat and asked Malik. "Please... leave me with him."

“No. How can you say that of me?” That stunned Malik that Zarazu could even think of accusing him of hurting the King. “You didn’t bring me all this way to throw accusations at me. You called me to help him. If you are willing to part some of your life energy, I can do that.”

"I am not accusing you, Malik. I know you would never, ever do such a thing intentionally to hurt Covarog." Zarazu said softly. "He is your family. Yet, I can't shake the feeling that these Tri-Force pieces... something is wrong." She then said. "Life energy will not fix this. The Dusas already tried." She started summoning the ancient runes from her wrists. "Yet tying his life to mine... just might."

“If you will not let me help, then you’ve wasted my time. My wife needs me. My baby needs me.”

"Damn it, Malik, I did not summon you here to waste your time!" Zarazu lost her composure for a moment and snapped. "I asked you here for your support! To warn you of using the pieces of the Tri-Force, to show you what happened. Something is wrong and I know it! I don't want anyone else getting hurt. I don't want you getting hurt either!"

“I know that overly using the Triforce is dangerous! I’m practically a historian on the subject! But these are tools that we can’t be afraid of using, because if we are, they will use us. Or worse, we will lose them to those who have more malicious intents in their hearts.” Malik pointed to the Triforce of Wisdom on the table. “Are you afraid of the responsibility? Because I will carry it if you can’t.” Malik then aggressively pointed at himself. “A mortal gets consumed by the power and you think that of me? I am the power. I am the one who saves innocents and destroys enemies.”

The Gerudo King paused, taking a moment to choose his words. “If I did this to Covarog... I’m so sorry. But... I did it to save my wife and child. A wife who I barely managed to save. Now you want my support? Then let me save him.”

“Luimaya needs her mother to guide her for her destiny. I can’t allow you take what time you have left with her away.” Malik clenched his fist, ready to take action if need be. “Make the wise choice on your own and have me ciphen life into him. Ba’Puu. Myself. I can always restore my own life. But if you can’t make that choice for yourself, I’ll make it for you. It’ll be quicker, easier.”

"... you said yourself once that power was addictive. Like a drug. Once, you even said you feared if you had another dose of such power, you would revert to your old self. The 'Blade of the Gerudo'. Klinge." Zarazu froze the runes in midair. "I gave you your new life. I won't be responsible for you risking yourself."

“... Don’t you dare disturb me again.” Malik released his grip and turned to walk out the door. He could feel the near future; see the path that lied before him. Zarazu wasn’t the face of Hyrule anymore. “I can’t change your mind. It seems you’ve replaced wisdom with foolishness on this matter. But I have nothing more to say. As King of the Gerudo, I’ll have to work directly with your successor.”

"... still so angry after all this time, my old friend. When will you learn?" Zarazu sounded... sad. "Maybe one day, you too, will be able to find peace." Activating the runes, the Lorleidian queen said, "This spell will not kill me. It will only give half of my remaining years to my husband. When he dies... I will die too."

“I’m past angry. I’m just tired. Now. I have a child to see.” Malik opened the door, not looking back as he shut it closed behind him. Waste of his time. Coming out of his thoughts and back into reality, he didn’t realize the rest of the family had gathered to wait on them. “Luimaya. Your mother is going to cut her life in half to save your father. I’m sorry, but I couldn’t convince her to see another path.”

"....?!?!?! It's... it's that bad?" Luimaya looked grief stricken. She was squeezing Revan's hand so hard for comfortable. Biting her lip, the princess took a moment to collect her thoughts. The princess did not want to lose either of her parents. Though, she knew that her mother would not live long without her father either. Dying of heartbreak was real. "Mom loves Dad. She'd do anything for him. I... understand why she's doing this."

Malik sighed deeply, reflecting on his thoughts. “I’d have done the same. I’ll have to teach you when she’s gone....”

“Dad?”

“Nothing. Care for those you love. Tell them how you feel. You might never get the chance again. I’m going to go home now.”

"... you shouldn't have yelled at her." Turagor was there with his sister. He had been listening in on the conversation between Malik and his mother. Something was going on that the heirs to the crown did not know about, and he did not like it. It seemed Luimaya's twin had picked up some sneaky habits from his dear old uncle. "You wouldn't try to stop Mom from doing this unless there was a good reason. What aren't you telling us?"

"...? Turagor?" Luimaya looked at her brother, confused. "What do you mean?"

"They're hiding something." Turagor stated simply to his sister, wanting an answer from the old friend of the family. "Malik and Mom spoke of 'your destiny'. I've heard rumors from Uncle Ralnor's office and Leere talking to something in the walls about a prophecy concerning you."

"Me?"

"Yes, you, and from what little I know, I don't like it." Turagor gave Malik a hard look. "Ganonpa giving the Tri-Force piece to you and not Dad. Grandmama giving the Tri-Force piece to Mom and not Orana or Kanisa. Rinku not having any big and bad foe to fight in all these years. Something isn't right and I want to know what's going on, especially if it concerns our family."

"Turagor, now isn't the time---"

"It is the time!" He insisted. "Dad's dying! Mom's trying to save him! She's insisting something is wrong with the Tri-Force pieces! Said she feels it with her own magic. Like... like the Tri-Force is decaying! There's an unbalance. That's what she said!"

“Boy. Sit. Down.” Every word that left Malik escalated into more powerful, cold shade that commanded Turagor to be silent. “I am the keeper of Power because I am more worthy of it then anyone else. Your mother is the keeper of Wisdom because she makes the hardest choices no one else will... and you do not speak of destiny unless you wish to provoke the gods into granting us all a terrible threat. It is not the time because I say it’s not the time.”

“Dad, we-”

Revan grew quiet when Malik raised a hand to silence the room. After a few moments, he continued. “If the Triforce is “decaying” then that is an illusion. The Triforce itself acts as a beacon of life, holding our world together. And there has been imbalance since the dawn of time. It’s how the world is. Now, you will compose yourselves. You will all take a deep breath. And in ten minutes, when your mother is done her work, you will go see your father. Now answer me, do I make myself clear? Do you understand? Can I get a yes from you?”

Turagor continued to glare at Malik. He was not afraid of the man. The young prince was angry about the whole situation. If his fearful grandfather was so worried of the past repeating itself, then he should have given the Tri-Force of Power to another family member besides Covarog to keep it within Hyrule walls. Knowing of Malik's past, Klinge's past, he thought the decision was a bad one. He agreed with his Aunt Rinku and his mother. The magic felt different. There was discord in the world. Why did no one else seem to sense it?

"You're the keeper of power because my grandfather is daft in his age. I believe my mother. Something is wrong with the Tri-Force. If you're trying to get me to believe it's an illusion, then tough luck." Turagor stated with gritted teeth. "And if you try to use it again, something worse will happen. Don't speak to me like I'm a child."

"Turagor! Please!" Luimaya was not in the right frame of mind for arguing. "Whatever secret is being held can be discussed another time. We need to support Mom."

"I'm done." Turagor threw up his hands and tromped in the direction of the medical bay. "I'm going to get Doctor Boveir in case some other shit is stirred up by those damnable relics. If anything, the man can at least restart a heart."

"Turagor, come back---"

"I need a minute, Luimaya. I'll be back." Down the hallway, Turagor was gone.

"... Malik... I know you don't believe Mom, but... what if she is right..." Luimaya had no energy to argue, but simply speculated. "The ruler of the Lorleidians is magic incarnate. If she says something is wrong, maybe... it's best to exercise caution. Not only for you, but Rinku and Mom as well. If..." She swallowed, not wanting to make Malik upset, but had to state her honest thoughts. "If the magic is unstable... it could end up hurting not only you, but those around you. The Tri-Force of power is not only magic, but a weapon. Please... be careful."

Malik looked at her with almost dead eyes, yet still had a light smile. Turning to an open area free of people, Malik reached a hand out. With the Triforce of Power, he created a portal back to the desert. Everyone could feel the heat as the hot wind blew his cap back. "Luimaya. The Triforce of Power is a part of me. If it is a weapon, so am I. But know that when you become Queen, I will watch over you in your time of need." Reaching down, he pulled her in for a hug. Letting go, he patted his stunned son on the shoulder and walked through back into his home.

Revan couldn't move. He didn't know what to say.

When Malik opened the portal, Covarog released a piercing scream. Zarazu was working hard with her magic, but the entire process was fighting her. Battling a curse was a difficult feat that few could master. Luimaya nearly jumped out of her skin and felt her heart sink. Was her mother... correct? As Malik said his goodbyes, the princess stood there in shock. There were so many unanswered questions. She was upset, she was afraid, but most of all... she was furious. "Revan..." Luimaya had a stoic expression upon her visage. "We need to talk to Uncle Ralnor."

"I- I don't-" Revan couldn't find the words to express his emotion he was feeling as his stomach churned inside. Quickly, though, he found himself sitting back down.

"Your father says he will watch over me... but he's not giving me the answers I require. I am tired of my own family hiding whatever this secret is from me." Luimaya knew in her heart that her parents were not returning to the throne after this incident. Her father would be weakened. Her mother would have few remaining years. It was her time. The coronation would have to take place firstly, but for now, she had to handle issues while her parents were occupied. "My first order as your queen-in-waiting," She commanded. "Find out what they are hiding from me. Whether it be my own family, friends... even your father. Then take your dragon, As'wana, to the desert to check on your mother."

"I... as you command." Revan got up, taking a deep breath. "I think your first bet is to seek out the sages. They aren't necessarily bounded to the crown, but to the greater good of Hyrule."

"... do you think my Aunt Zizi would have answers?"

"Perhaps. Or Lady Leere or Rinku." Revan finished gathering his spirit, and stood tall. "I will gather what I can. But I think you should see your father first."

"I'll wait until Mom is finished." Luimaya looked at the closed doors. "I can sense her working still. The curse is strong."

“The Triforce is holy in nature. And the curse of Demise shouldn’t affect your father. I fear something far more sinister and twisted is at work here...”

"Even holy objects can still cause death. Holy magic causes the death of darkness. But this... this is something else." Luimaya did not know how else to say it. "While the curse of Demise is not with my father, perhaps there is another one upon the Tri-Force. To drain the life of those connected to Ganondorf and Zelda. If I have a destiny, and this destiny is so important that I cannot know it," She stated her conclusion, "Then if my father was gone, the next person to be affected would be me. If I was gone, then this destiny of mine could not be fulfilled. I believe... something or someone... is going to come after me for a reason. And I need to know why."

~

Malik stepped through the portal and back onto Gerudo land. It appears he didn’t startle anyone with his appearance. Immediately, he looked at the Golden Triforce on his arm. Was he responsible for Covarog’s pain? No. He couldn’t be. There was something else at work trying to divide the keepers of the Triforce. And, in time, he’d find out what. When his people saw them, they were all worried and confused as to why he left, and how he returned so quickly. “My people. King Covarog suffered a heart attack. I wish to inform you he is stable though. Despite this, today is a day of celebration. But keep the King of Hyrule in your hearts.”

With that announcement, Malik marched his way to see his wife, daughter, and now newborn son.

"This is quite a new look for you, Mom." Donoma had stayed with her mother, trying to help with Takunova. "To tell you the truth, I didn't really expect... well, this." The young woman held up a strand of her mothers formerly black hair. There was one, long streak of gold there now. Solid gold. "Do you think it's the influence of the magic?"

"Either way, I'm not digging the blonde." Asakonigei was resting in bed, holding Takunova against her breast. The little boy was suckling, content to be warm and fed. "I might cut it off."

"What if grows back blonde?"

"... then I suppose I'll dye it."

Malik entered the bedroom, patting Gali on the back for a job well done looking after them. “Asa... blonde isn’t a bad look you know.”

"I look like I'm trying to be a teenager again. You do remember when your own son had the brilliant idea to dye his hair red and it turned purple?"

"Oh spirits, that was hilarious." Donoma giggled. "He sulked for days."

“Indeed.” Malik pulled a chair close, looking at his son fondly. “Is he safe? Are you both alright?”

"Takunova is doing fine." Asakonigei patted her newborn's back gently as he fed. "He hasn't cried. It's a little odd to me, both Revan and Donoma cried. But he's been really quiet and seems to just look at everyone and everything with his beautiful blue eyes. I think he at least got that from me." She chuckled. "Taku, say hello to your father."

"And Mom is fine as well." Donoma added. "So far, she's just a little sore."

“That’s good. Can I hold him?”

"Support his head." Asakonigei reminded her husband as she carefully handed Taku to him. "Isn't he a handsome boy?"

“He is. He has my look.” Malik looked to his daughter, smiling. “Yours too.”

"You mean the red hair?" Donoma asked with a grin. "Revan's going to be jealous."

"Hey now, there's nothing wrong with black hair."

"And blonde now."

"Oh hush."

“I’m just happy you are all fine and well.”

"He's healthy, I'm fine, we're all good." Asakonigei assured her husband. "Is our queen all right? Her husband?"

“Covarog... Covarog has suffered a heart attack.”

"....?!?! What?!" Asakonigei sat up straighter in bed. "Is he all right? How did this happen?! What about Zarazu?!"

“He is alive. That’s what matters. As for Zarazu and her family, of course they are distraught.”

"What did our queen say? She summoned you for a reason."

“She wanted to see if I could save him. I couldn’t.”

"Covarog has always been in great health. This could not have happened randomly..."

“No. Zarazu believes that by me saving your life, I took from his unknowingly.” Malik let Takunova play with his finger, telling himself that he’d have done it again.

"... because... of the Tri-Force?"

“That’s what she believes. I think it’s only made to appear so... which is far more frightening to me.”

"It's possible." Asakonigei stated. "You told me a long time ago that the curse from the Golden Goddesses has haunted Gnaondorf, Zelda, and Rinku for centuries. What if now, some sort of curse is being passed to their children? It's the first time this has happened."

“No. Absolutely not. The Golden Goddesses have never cursed the Gerudo. That has always been from Ganon- no, Demise. And any dark being before or after.” Malik was very adamant on that fact. “As much as I cursed the Gods for favouring the Hylians, that... that came from my own hate of feeling the Gerudo have always struggled. No thanks to Ganon over the millennias.”

"... what if they did curse them now?" Asakonigei felt horrible for her queen. She had to be absolutely terrified of losing Covarog. "The Seven Siblings, our spirits, warned the first queen of our people long ago not to let the Sacred Relics fall into evil's hand. Ganondorf took them. You saw what happened to Lorleidi."

“The Spirits of Hyrule added us during the battle against Vul’kar. They liberated the Hasai to align with Hyrule. The Gods are not angry with us.” Malik almost hissed. “We’ve been nothing but loyal to them.” Malik gently rocked his newborn son gently to ease his own stress. “We have enemies Asa. Enemies that’d love to see our faith shaken.”

"You once cursed the goddesses. Sometimes, even deities have their reasoning... if it's not the deities, then who?"

“We have plenty of devils lying in the shadows.”

"If you're referring to that snake, I highly doubt he's an enemy."

“No. No I’m not.” Malik held his child close. He had his suspicions, but he dared not speak any names.

"Keeping me in the dark is not going to make me feel any better, Malik." Asakonigei stated and then gave him a look. "You've done that before and you know I don't like it. If you have a gut feeling, you best share it now. This enemy could be influencing the Tri-Force for all we know."

“I won’t say names... but it could be what the snake refers to as a Destroyer... or the being that nearly killed us before any of our children were born Asakonigei.”

"Destroyer... why does that sound so familiar?" Asakonigei thought long and hard. "There was a tell that my grandfather used to say. Aguguq the Maker and Malsumis the Destroyer. Together, they served... the Mother Goddess; Amotkena."

"Lorleidians have always believed in several deities. The Seven Siblings. The Goddess of Death and God of Life. The Golden Goddesses. Yet, we never spoke much of the Mother Goddess and the Two Brothers." Asakonigei almost gave a shudder. "Usually because... where Mother Goddess is concerned, I remember my grandfather said there was always discord which hid in her shadow."

“As long as you all stay by my side, I promise death won’t reach you before your time.”

"I know, Malik, I trust you, I'm simply just... a little concerned for the future." Asakonigei carefully brushed Takunova's cheek. "More now than ever. Even I can sense there is something amiss in the world. Our magic, Lorleidian magic... is aware."

“Just have faith in the right people.” He looked to his family, smiling. “Can you stand Asa?”

"My legs are still a little wobbly." Asakonigei admitted to her husband. "I feel fine, just... tired, if that makes sense. It's an odd feeling for me. Before, I was exhausted for weeks." She slowly swung her legs to the side and tested her strength. Her knees were shaky but she said, "I'll try. I might need some help."

“Donoma, can you hold your mother up?”

"Of course." Donoma allowed her mother to lean on her, supporting her weight.

"Don't hurt yourself, I know I'm heavy."

"Psh, no heavier than my brother.”

“Tell me Donoma, are you excited to be an older sibling?”, Malik asked his daughter.

"Yes, he's a cute little brother." Donoma nodded her head. "I uh... don't really know what to think of the age gap though."

“Be a guide. Someone he can feel that understands him.”

"That I can do."

“Good. I wish your older brother could be here, but his place is at Luimaya’s side.”

"Oh, he'll come visit. I'm sure. Mom will give him hell if he doesn't."

"That's for sure."

That wasn’t what Malik meant. But for now, he felt no reason to burden them with the strife of the Castle. It didn’t take long when he saw Gali and asked her to gather the townsfolk that his request was addressed. Taking his family to a balcony overlooking the centre of town, he lifted a hand to the sun. “Gerudo! I know that there is concern about the well being of Covarog of Hyrule. I wish to confirm that he still breaths! And while he breaths, we cannot fall into despair. As your new King, I wish to inspire nothing but hope to you. The first steps towards that is building the future. On that not, I wish to introduce you to my newborn son. Takunova!!!”

The people cheered, and despite the horror of Covarog’s heart attack on his mind, Malik felt his soul at ease. Today would be a day of celebration, not strife. And as King of the Gerudo, he would lead them all into a brighter future. Even if that meant burning out darker days.

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Previous Ch. https://mrneighbourlove.tumblr.com/post/622772431507062784/the-rising-sun-ch-6-like-father-like-son

Crossover with the wonderful @ridersoftheapocalypse. Great story to tell. 

#crossover #ridersoftheapocalypse #love your comments #Klinge/Malik #Asakonigei #Covaorg #Zarazu #Triforce #Gerudo

[yv-sketches]

Hello! I was wondering if you could describe 'The Wizards of Once' characters physical appearances with details.

Eyyyy another question! 😱 These make me so happy 

This question is kind of hard though. Cressida is sparse with physical descriptions, most of them say something about the nature of the character. Her illustrations do most of the work. The httyd books often had half accurate colours, (Shadow is nor red!) so I’ll believe the text and illustrations over the cover art.

I reread both books and collected the following mentions:

Sit down, because this will be a LOOOONG answer.

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Unironically, most comments about Xar’s physical appearance are about his hair. When Xar is sad or in distress, his hair droops.

“He was a cheerful scruff of a boy, with a tremendous quiff of hair shooting upward from his forehead as if it had accidentally come into contact with some invisible vertical hurricane.” (Once, Ch. 1)

Xar is five foot tall, or 152,4 cm.

“Xar had been caught because there was no such thing as a five-foot-tall Bigfoot with a bright blue beard.” (Twice, Ch. 1)

A green X shaped witchstain on his right palm.

“There, right in the middle of the palm, was the bright green stain. He tried to wipe it off on his cloak, but it did not move.” (Once, Ch. 11)

In book 2, it becomes worse, and Xar wears a black glove to conceal it.

“The green of the Witch-stain had moved beyond Xar’s hand and up his wrist, and looked as if it was spreading farther, like a creeping bruise, or ivy slowly growing around and strangling a tender young tree.” (Twice, Ch. 1)

Xar also wears a cloak. Most illustrations show him with his long fur coat only, but Cressida doesn’t draw EVERY detail in EVERY illustration. (Unless it’s an important detail.)

Xar is heavier than Wish. (Once, Ch. 8)

Xar wears a waistcoat with pockets and he has at least one breast pocket. (Once, Ch. 13)

Bodkin is described as skinny, but Xar is small too.

“But you’re just one small boy!” (Twice, Ch. 7)

~

Wish’s descriptions are mostly about how she is not a great warrior. She wears an eyepatch, a red cloak and armour. Her hair, like Xar’s, is a mess.

“A skinny little Warrior princess and her Assistant Bodyguard, Bodkin. They were wearing red cloaks over their armor, which made them shine out like stars in the dark green forest.” (Once, Ch. 2)

“Warrior princesses, of course, ought to be impressively tall and absolutely terrifying, like Wish’s mother, Queen Sychorax. Wish was neither scary nor large. She had a curious little face that was rather too interested in the world around her and hair that stuck out too wispily, as if she’d accidentally hit some unnoticed bit of static electricity. A black patch covered her left eye.” (Once, Ch. 2)

“Wish was small and sweet-natured and determined, with an eyepatch over one eye, and hair so disobediently flyaway that it looked as if it were being blown about by some personal independent wind.” (Twice, Ch. 3)

“She didn’t look remotely special, a small, skinny little child with an eyepatch and hair sticking out in all directions.” (Twice, Ch. 14)

She also has a limp.

“The queen had hoped to have a daughter who was tall and golden like herself, not someone small and scruffy and weird with hair that wouldn’t lie flat and an eyepatch and a limp.” (Once, Ch. 14)

Xar wonders:

“How could this tiny matchstick of a girl be scary Queen Sychorax’s daughter?” (Once, Ch. 5)

~

There are very little descriptions of Bodkin, but he wears a helmet on every single illustration. At the beginning if book 2, Bodkin wears a lot of armour.

“Bodkin was the taller one, and Wish was the little one with the sword.” (Once, Ch. 4)

“Bodkin was an anxious, skinny boy about the same age as Wish.” (Twice, Ch. 3)

“CLANG! That was the sound of Bodkin’s helmeted head hitting the floor.” (Twice, Ch. 6)

Bodkin is taller than Wish, and he’s described as skinny multiple times. (Maybe because he is a servant. In book 1 he mentioned that royalty ate fancy food.)

“Two Warriors, one tall, skinny one and one little, limpy one.” (Once, Ch. 15)

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Queen Sychorax might be the character with the most physical descriptions available. A lot of times, she is described as beautiful, but in a scary, chilling way.

“Queen Sychorax was a legend in the forest, known for her cruelty and height and her pitiless Warrior strength. (Once, Ch. 5)

She is six feet tall, or 189 cm, slim and muscular and has long golden hair.

“Sychorax was scary. She was lovely, all right—if by “lovely” you mean pretty. Hair like a golden waterfall, slim as a candle, six feet tall and most of it muscle. She was dressed in white, with a single black pearl hanging from one ear.” (Once, Ch. 13)

She wears a long white dress, one black and one white earring and a belt to keep keys. She also has a sword with a rather grumpy face on it.

“And just as Queen Sychorax was sailing off, in a rustle of long, gracious white skirts, a certain knot that attached a little iron key to the belt she wore around her waist undid itself.” (Once, Ch. 14)

As queen, Sychorax has very fancy armour. She is described as ‘golden’ a few times. Her shoes are gold too.

“She was dressed in elaborately regal armor, with one black earring and one white.” (Twice, Ch. 3)

“The queen had hoped to have a daughter who was tall and golden like herself.” (Once, Ch. 14)

“She glided out of her throne in a graceful golden flash,” (Twice, Ch. 5)

“Queen Sychorax was not in a good mood as she stepped disdainfully across the broken rubble in her golden slippers.” (Twice, Ch.13)

She wears a royal ermine cloak.

“Queen Sychorax handed him her keys to all the cells and her very distinctive bright red cloak, lined snugly with royal black-and-white fur.” (Once, Ch. 16)

She has a large nose. Both Encanzo and Xar comment on it. There were even more nose comments in book 1, but they did not make it to the final version.

“Queen Sychorax did have, as it happened, a rather large nose. It was a splendidly, royally, beautifully large nose, but a trifle on the enormous side of medium nonetheless.” (Twice, Ch. 13.)

As a great warrior, Sychorax probably has a neat haircut, manicure and very pointy weapons.

“And a Warrior should always be well put together,” said Queen Sychorax. “Every hair in place. Every weapon sharpened. Every fingernail shining.” (Once, Ch. 25)

This one is a bit less obvious:

“Inconceivable,” echoed Encanzo bitterly, in a voice hard as a diamond. “A queen like Sychorax was always going to marry some idiot Warrior with a thick neck and a big sword, so she could enjoy all these knickknacks, these golden plates, this Warrior jewelry trash around her neck…” (Twice, Ch. 18)

Encanzo is mad at her, but it says a lot about what warriors look like. They wear neck rings on most illustrations, and apparently they use gold for their jewelry and maybe even for their plate armour.

It also shows that wizards are not very fond of jewelry.

~

Encanzo is a bit difficult, because his shape changes due to his magic. He has one black fingernail, and since it’s visible on all his illustrations, it must be important.

“The King Enchanter was a tall man, and Magic had made him taller still. It was curiously difficult to look at him, for he always seemed to be very slightly changing shape, blurring in and out at the edges. He had one black fingernail on his right hand, and there was a story of how the fingernail had turned that color, but no one dared ask the Enchanter what the story was.” (Once, Ch. 9)

He is described as tall, but we do not know his exact height. People in the iron age were shorter than they are now, so he is probably not httyd-viking-tall.

“Encanzo, was a tall, immensely powerful Wizard, of such Magic strength that it was curiously difficult to look at him. His outline was blurred by Magic, shifting, moving, and great steaming clouds of enchantment drifted off his head as he spoke.” (Twice, Ch. 1)

Magic clouds drift from his head, depending on his mood.

“And Encanzo was prowling in the shadows, his face bleak as a midwinter cliff, great storm clouds billowing from his head” (Twice, Ch.17)

Encanzo can shapeshift. Both times he turns into a bird.

“Encanzo had been up all night, in the form of a peregrine falcon.” (Once, Ch. 26)

“Xar’s father was looking for him, searching the countryside in the form of a great golden eagle.” (Twice, Ch. 8)

He wears a cloak as well.

“And off the Enchanter swept, with a rather unnerving thunderclap sweep of his cloak, to join in the merrymaking.” (Once, Ch. 26)

Encanzo has a bronze sword. Droods use bronze swords as well as wizard staffs, so it’s likely that Encanzo owns Bronze weapons. Sychorax comments:

“Your bronze sword is no match for my iron.” (Twice, Ch. 14)

When he was a young man, he was kind if handsome.

“The Wizard, now that she could see his face up close in the moonlight, was a very silly, tricky young man, but undeniably a little bit handsome…” (Twice, Ch. 10)

~

Encanzo’s eyes are grey, Sychorax’s are blue. Both parents are aging, and their skin starts to wrinkle.

“Fine lines had traced their way across their faces. But their eyes were the same eyes that had gazed out on the world a couple of decades before. One pair a fierce blue. The other a wild gray.” (Twice, Ch. 19)

~

Now for the less-certain parts.

Cressida does not draw pupils, so Wish, Xar and Bodkin’s eye colours are a mystery.

Xar’s hair is very dark. When I compare him to Caliburn the raven, it is black or near black.

Encanzo is bald so we can skip him. (Looter has the same hair colour as Xar, so if he ever had hair, it was probably dark too.)

We can also skip Bodkin, because we have never seen him without helmet.

Sychorax is blonde and pale and ripped (look at that biceps)

(Cressida’s illustrations vary A LOT, so this is just speculation, but Encanzo’s skin is often shaded while everyone else’s is not. Either he has a bit if a tan, it’s the magic coming out of his head, or everyone else is pale. Not unlikely, considering it’s Britain.)

The most difficult case is definitely Wish.

In most of her illustrations, her hair is obviously darker than her mother’s, but not as dark as Xar’s. On every coloured cover art, she is blonde. She might be blonde, and the dark lines are meant to show the dirt and mess? Her hair might be dark blonde? Or blonde-brown-ish?

We’ll have to wait for further books to tell us the details. ♥️

#i reread the books and took notes #some of cressida’s descriptions are hilarious and i’ve never noticed #ask #the wizards of once

[taptroupe]

chapter 10 of the evergrace novel the one where darius wakes up on a nice bed for once and then everything goes TO THE SHITS!!!!!!

so after all that wild stuff from last chapter... the fucked up shadow tower hell, the sharline who wanted to kill darius, and then the moonlight greatsword...................

he sees a white ceiling at first. 

darius wakes up to the sounds of birds chirping. he’s in a large bed with white sheets, feeling quite light and comfortable. a light breeze and light touches his face. it comes from the small window fluttering with beige curtains. there’s even a fancy (fit for an aristocrat) yellow chair, embroidered and made for one person to sit on. a polished mirror and lamp completes the room, painted with a thin red colour. 

how cozy! even the grave injuries of the last chapter and before then (you know the huge axe that sunk into his side) seem to have all healed. that’s great. a faint medicinal smell hits his nose. this bed and pillow is stuff with wool. damn.... bro.... it’s so cozy. “the fluffiness seemed to swallow darius up” or something like that. but he has to get out regardless.

“Where... am I?”

darius looks out the window. there’s bluish rocky mountains and a cape overseeing a truly blue ocean. a blurry wall (hmm *is thinking*) seems to be at the horizon, and then a green sky above. he scans the rocky mountains a bit, and notices the royal shrine. enduring a bit of pain, he looked up to the sky - a tower seeming to reach the beyond the clouds and green skies, and into the heavens

no doubt about it

It’s THE TOWER BABEY!!!!

(shameless self plug. piercing the heavens my favourite song :) i uploaded it on youtube because the other video with the song has a audio hiccup. also check it out i made a better analysis of kota hoshino’s indigenous inspirations of the OST as a whole)

“ah you’ve woken up? how’s your injuries?”

hey oldbshdhsbb! he’s alive and just opened the door a bit for darius. he motions him to come out of the room and into... another nice room! embroidery and desks and chairs and all that. even a window where a birdcage sits! yeah! there’s a bird and cats here. how nice.

everyone’s armor is laid out cleanly on a table.

“the master of this house mended it for you.” oldbdjdhdbbd mentions as he plays with a cat. he gives a light knock on the nearby door.

“medina, he’s up. what should we do?”

here’s a good place to put a read more just because i don’t wanna bother the dashboard TOO MUCH LOL. enjoy the rest of it, this bit goes up until medina finishes her conversation with darius and they figure out what 2 do next.

Now we introduce... Medina!!!! Compared to the game she’s a lot more talkative and has a great helpful role. legit super power up here and i’m happy she got a big role in the novel. also i just drank a radler anyways here wawe go

so they go into the room and it’s pretty colourful. medina is there. she wears a brown dress and has blonde hair. i’ll paste an image of her from the twikia

we love you WAIT THAT’S GREY!? anywaywws

“this woman saved us. so don’t be rude zo” orlfkjdsl tells darius who  is right behind him. medina gives an easygoing smile :)

“sorry about the mess. i have something to tell you all, but i know you’re short on time so i’ll get it all out quickly”

“you saved us?” Darius asks.

“Mhm. Oh, so you’re Darius... You’re the boy that Sharline talked about...”

“You know Sharline? Who are you?”

“I’m Medina... Morpheus’ grandaughter.” “WHAT”

“I’m... I have to give you an apology. To stop any more suffering of innocent lives at the hands of my grandfather (she uses ojiisama btw), I told Sharline how to reach his secret laboratory.” medina’s eyes look down

“Sharline said that she had to save the woman named Sienna no matter what. Along with her, she also had a desire to save Trandin.”

“What did Morpheus want to do with the Crest?”

“...My grandfather, he did such horrible things.... Because of my sake.” 

Medina rolled up the sleeves of her dress. iiiii think there’s an alcrest symbol on both of her arms bascailly.

“The reason I am alive before you two is because of the Alcrest. Without it, my body would quickly grow weak and die.

My grandfather sought out the Billiana trees for their power to make its surroundings flourish or suffer. That ‘Power to manipulate life’ must’ve been connected to that. Taking the sap of the tree to make Palmira to study, then seeing how the Crest manipulated Palmira, then from there...The Alcrest was born. With that Alcrest, it was like my body was reborn again.”

Medina took a small breath, and continued.

“...How happy it would be if that was the end of the story. But, because of this Alcrest, Trandin and his mother, Sienna, had to suffer so deeply...”

“Ahh, because Trandin has the Crest, that’s why he...”

“Ah, no. He doesn’t have a Crest...” (this is untrue btw but no one knows right now lol) “For a while, he lived here with me. He was just... A perfectly normal and good child. He was so cheerful, he often chased my cats around, getting scratched in the process.”

okay i stop here for a moment because this is so cute. imagining medina owning these cute cats and then trandin playing with them, is very sweet. you don’t see this in the game because of a typo, but she treats him like a little brother. here’s her proper bio from the prima guide kindly shared to me by my friend:

“Medina is like an older sister to Trandin. She takes care of him when Morpheus isn’t around, but currently she and Trandin are kept separate. She doesn’t like the fact that Morpheus treats Trandin as a mere laboratory rat. She desperately wants to help free Trandin and stop Morpheus’ experiments, which bring great sorrow to others.”

they’re bros basically <:’) cute cute, must draw art of that one day. trandin being fussed over by his mom and sister (s?) anyways i’ve sobered up now:

Medina’s faced brightened up for a moment, but that smile quickly disappeared.

“But, in less than a month, my grandfather took him away. He said that “it was necessary, in order to bring out the Crest-branded Parent Bird...”“

Hmm..... what a weird phrase. the crest-branded parent bird..... hmmmmm *is thinking*

“So you couldn’t stop him?” darius asks kinda meanly. of course not bro. great. Medina’s body seems to shrink as she puts her face in her hands. 

“I couldn’t do anything against my grandfather. If this Alcrest ceased to function, I would die just like that.

My grandfather, back then, he wouldn’t have done these things, and I would’ve trusted in him, you know? But now, he’s... with a snap of his fingers, I could be gone, just like that. It frightens me...”

“So that’s why you sent Sharline up there.”

“Yes. At first, I tried to stop her. It would be ridiculous for someone to scale the tower alone. But, she told me how she felt - how in her own village, there was a child with the Crest on his right hand. How because of that Crest, he had suffered things that he didn’t deserve, and she was powerless to protect him.

She told me how upon seeing Trandin and the Alcrest on his right hand... Those painful thoughts of not being able to protect Darius rose up again. She had to save Sienna and Trandin, that was her one desire.”

“I couldn’t stop her. As the days pass with no change, my mind can’t help but think that I led her to her death... Maybe if I’d tried harder, I could have stopped her... I regret it so much now...”

...

“You don’t have to regret it.”

“No matter how many times you tried to stop her, Sharline would have gone ahead anyways.”

Medina raised her head, jolted back to reality with Darius’ words. The silver-haired youth looked at her with a gentle gaze.

“That’s just the kind of person she is.”

“...Thank you.” Medina’s face softened ever so slightly.

OH MY GOD THIS IS ALREADY A LOT?!? OKAY TO BE CONTINUED, IN THE NEXT POST........

DARIUS ORLDFJDLFJI AND MEDINA FIGURE OUT WHAT TO DO NEXT

#evergrace novel funtime

[erandir]

Fic: Ad Meliora Vertamur - 6

Tainan lives AU of Semper ad Meliora

This Chapter: The Winter Palace Pairing: Idhren/Tainan/Dorian established

Tainan gets fancied up for the Winter Palace and hates every second of it, Dorian tries to figure out where he fits in this new unconventional relationship.

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Idhren unwound Tainan’s hair from the braids and knots and bits of string that held the mass of red strands off their face, washed it, brushed and brushed and brushed until it shone like liquid fire. Let down for the first time in weeks it hung past Tainan’s shoulder blades. Then he presented them to Vivienne and Josephine for input.

Josephine actually gasped softly when she set eyes on Tainan, freshly bathed and groomed and dressed in something that was not armor for once, hair tumbling in loose waves down their back.

“Darling, you’ve been holding out on us,” Vivienne scolded with a smile. “I had no idea there was such a handsome man under all that mess. Though I suppose I never should have doubted your tastes, Inquisitor.”

“Not a man,” Tainan grumbled quietly, but the commented went ignored by Vivienne. Idhren squeezed their shoulder comfortingly.

“Can I trust you to find them something suitable to wear to the Winter Palace?” Idhren asked. “You will, of course, never be able to get them into shoes, but I’m certain you can find some compromise.”

On cue, both women’s eyes glanced down to Tainan’s feet, which were bare as always. Vivienne’s lips twisted distastefully, but Josephine only looked mildly concerned. “Well, I’m certain we can work something out.”

And work something out they did. Ever since they first hired a tailor to Skyhold Tainan had avoided the woman like the plague. Harrit made armor, and that was all Tainan needed. But now with Josephine latched onto one arm and Vivienne’s heels clicking on the stone floor behind them there was no escape. Poked and prodded, measured and draped for well over an hour, Tainan was beginning to regret letting Idhren talk them into attending this royal ball. Not that they would ever make Idhren face human nobility alone.

But Tainan was certain the whole affair would be miserable, even as they dressed the afternoon before and let Josephine fuss with their hair until she was satisfied with the way it shone and the way the braids sat. The hunter was miserable all the way up until Idhren walked into the room, dressed up in his own uniform, blue and gold, lines accentuating the slimness of his waist and soft leather boots climbing up the length of his legs. And the way his eyes lit up when he saw Tainan.

“You look amazing,” Idhren gushed, eyes running up and down the length of Tainan’s body as he crossed the room. “And shoes!” he exclaimed, gaze landing on Tainan’s feet. “You got them into shoes.”

“It was no small effort,” Josephine said, a little pride in her voice.

“They’re uncomfortable,” Tainan complained.

Idhren laughed softly. “But they look fantastic on you,” he assured, stopping in front of Tainan and looking them up and down once more. “It all looks fantastic on you. Thank you for agreeing,” he looked up again and met Tainan’s eyes as Josephine made a covert exit to finish readying herself. “I know you don’t like this, but I’ll feel much better with you there.”

“The only reason I’m wearing shoes is because Josephine said people would talk badly about you if I didn’t,” Tainan told him.

“That’s probably true,” Idhren was forced to admit. He offered Tainan an apologetic smile, “They’ll say bad things anyway, though. About both of us.”

“Knife-ear,” Tainan frowned. Idhren nodded in confirmation. “Will it be… Like it was for you in Tevinter?” That was the real reason Tainan had agreed to all this. They knew how much he hated nobility, and worried that this would bring back bad memories. They would never make Idhren face that alone.

“Maybe,” Idhren shrugged. “I think people will pay more attention to me this time,” he added with a wry smile. “But that’s why I’m glad you’ll be there.” He rose up onto his toes, hands on Tainan’s strong shoulders, and brushed their lips together softly in the barest hint of a kiss. “Thank you.”

“I’d do anything for you,” Tainan murmured, leaning down to give him a proper kiss this time.

“You’re too good for me,” Idhren sighed when they parted again. “After tonight we can burn those boots if you want.”

“I like the way you think,” Tainan laughed.

Idhren beamed up at them and that was the entire reason Tainan had agreed to this.

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Tainan had never seen anything like the Winter Palace. They had been to Val Royeaux, of course, trailed after Idhren to a handful of nobles’ estates, including the one they were staying at here in Halamshiral, but the Winter Palace was on another level.

“Try not to stare too much,” Idhren advised in an undertone as they passed through the main gates and into the palace courtyard. It must have been the hundredth piece of advice Tainan had heard so far that day, and it was becoming difficult to remember it all. Don’t stare, don’t look uncomfortable in this uniform, don’t answer any questions, don’t let people treat you like a servant, but also don’t insult them if they do.

Well, Tainan didn’t actually have to talk to anyone outside the Inquisition. They could find somewhere out of the way to wait for Idhren’s instructions. Try not to be noticed.

That sounded exactly like Idhren’s stories about Tevinter.

“Are you ready to go in?” Idhren’s soft voice pulled Tainan out of their thoughts – and away from their staring. “We’ll be announced in the ballroom, in front of the empress and the court. You don’t have to say anything unless the empress greets you, and if she does just say that it’s a pleasure and you’re honored to be here.”

Idhren didn’t look nearly as uncomfortable as Tainan felt, but his shoulders were tense and his encouraging smile somewhat strained. Tainan tried to return that smile. “I understand.”

“Good,” Idhren replied, though none of the tension left his posture. “After that I’ll have to talk to people, but you can go off if you want.”

“You don’t want me to stay with you?” Tainan asked, confused.

“There’s no reason both of us need to suffer,” Idhren tried to joke. “It’s up to you. And I won’t be offended, either. I know you’re uncomfortable here. If it gets to be too much go find Dorian, he’ll take care of you.”

Even when he was so obviously tense and uncomfortable himself, Idhren was trying to reassure Tainan and make sure they were not overwhelmed. Because of that, as they finally entered the palace Tainan resolved to stay by Idhren’s side as often as they were able tonight. Until they were announced to the court.

“Lord Inquisitor Idhren Lavellan, and his husband Lord Tainan Lavellan.”

“Did you know they were going to introduce me that way?” Tainan asked when they stepped to the side of the ballroom after the introductions were done.

“No,” Idhren admitted. “Maybe Josephine thought ‘husband’ sounded more impressive than ‘fiance’.”

That wasn’t the part that bothered Tainan, but they just nodded and let the subject drop. It was a small matter, really, compared to their purpose here. It should have been a small matter, at least. But it continued. Lord. Sir. He. The shemlen didn’t know or care, Tainan had expected that to some extent, but they had not expected the sting of it to build up quite so painfully.

Idhren noticed. Of course he did. Noticed how his pointed emphasis on the correct terms went ignored, noticed how Tainan began to flinch and fidget at each infraction. But Tainan didn’t dare try and correct anyone because they didn’t know the polite way to do it.

“Go,” Idhren urged when they finally had a quiet moment to step out of the ballroom. “Get something to drink, find Dorian. You don’t have to put up with this.”

“And leave you alone?” Tainan asked, concerned despite their discomfort.

“I’ll be fine,” Idhren assured, “I’m used to this. And right now I’m worrying more about you than about assassins. Go take a moment to relax. If I need anything I’ll come find you.”

“If you’re sure,” Tainan murmured.

“I’m sure,” Idhren insisted. “Go.”

Tainan wanted to kiss him, but didn’t know if that was allowed at the moment, so they merely nodded and slipped out of the ballroom. They had not had a chance to see much of the rest of the palace – what was open to the guests, anyway - and had no idea where to begin looking for Dorian, or anyone else for that matter. So they wandered, allowing themselves to stare a little bit while passing through less crowded halls, and eventually found a door leading to a small courtyard. Fresh air would be a blessing. The ballroom had been stuffy, air thick with too much perfume, and even the other halls Tainan passed through were stagnant.

The night air was chill by comparison, but it was a welcome difference. There were still several nobles milling about here, but it felt less crowded with the evening breeze in their hair and the open sky above.

And across the courtyard a familiar face that instantly improved Tainan’s mood.

“I didn’t expect to see you parted from the Inquisitor’s side,” Dorian commented as Tainan came up to stand next to him.

“I didn’t want to be,” Tainan replied “He sent me to get drinks.”

“You’ve wandered a bit farther than the hors d’oeuvres table,” Dorian observed.

“And to get some air,” Tainan admitted begrudgingly. The whole point in coming along was to be able to support Idhren, but so far it had been rather the opposite.

“Ah,” Dorian sighed in understanding. “Courtly politics can be a bit much if you aren’t used to them, I completely understand.”

Politics Tainan was learning to handle, if it had been only that they might not have felt quite so uncomfortable at Idhren’s side. “It’s not just that,” they murmured. It was embarrassing to admit, and they wondered whether Dorian would even understand. This seemed like the sort of place Dorian would feel right at home, Idhren had already said how much he was reminded of Tevinter.

“Oh?” Dorian turned curious as he watched Tainan slump back against a decorative statue at the edge of the courtyard. “What else has put you in such an uncharacteristic mood, then?”

“They introduced me as his husband,” Tainan muttered.

“Yes, I noticed that. Not strictly correct, I’ll grant,” Dorian commented, “But I’d have thought that particular slip up would please you.”

“I didn’t mind, but…” Tainan hesitated. Dorian didn’t slip up anymore, most people in Skyhold didn’t anymore, but he didn’t truly understand, either. He knew it made Tainan uncomfortable to be gendered, the same way it distressed Idhren to be called anything remotely feminine. But he couldn’t understand what it felt like. “Everyone is calling me ‘lord’ and ‘messere’ and… And I’m not a man. And I don’t know how to correct anyone without starting a war on accident.”

“Wars have certainly been started over less,” Dorian quipped. That wasn’t particularly comforting, however, and as Tainan cringed Dorian quickly tried to recover. “I’m certain if Josephine had realized it would cause you such distress she would have ensured you were announced correctly.”

“I know,” Tainan said. But it was too late now. They would simply have to bear the entirety of the Orlesian court addressing them incorrectly. Hopefully the evening would pass quickly.

----------

The evening did not pass quickly. It was long and tiring, and Tainan was glad when it was over. Well, it wasn’t strictly over, but the politics and the assassination attempts were done. And Tainan was eager to be free of the Winter Palace. And free of this uncomfortable uniform.

“I guess it’s rude to leave right after saving the empress’ life?” Tainan asked. They had retreated with Idhren to a balcony adjacent to the ballroom; fresh air and quiet privacy for the first time that night.

Idhren quirked an amused smile and leaned his elbows against the railing. “I imagine it would be,” he said. “But we could actually enjoy the party now, if you’d like.”

“Well, you could,” Tainan replied. There was little here than was of any interest to them. “Dorian said the drinks are good.”

“Passable, I should think,” Dorian’s voice interrupted from the doorway leading back to the ballroom. “You know I would never call anything Orlesian ‘good’.”

Idhren huffed a breathy laugh as he turned slightly to face the man, “You always find something to complain about, don’t you?”

“One must have some way to make these events bearable,” Dorian said. “I see yours is still impersonating the architecture. And when the party is for you, even.”

“The party’s not for me,” Idhren said.

“Not at the start, but it certainly is now,” Dorian replied. “You saved the day. Literally, the day is saved. You should be celebrating.”

“I think we’re both perfectly fine out here,” Idhren replied.

Dorian glanced back and forth between the two elves. This thing between the three of them was still new, and he wasn’t entirely certain where he fit in yet. Times like this he couldn’t help wondering if he was intruding, if the two of them didn’t actually want him around outside of their bed.

“I’m fine out here,” Tainan said. “My feet hurt. But you should go have fun.” They nudged Idhren lightly with a shoulder and gave him a pointed look.

“I’m not going to leave you out here to mope all by yourself,” Idhren protested.

“I’m not moping,” Tainan argued, “I’m just tired.” Then they turned their gaze up toward Dorian and said, “You should ask him to dance. He likes dancing.”

“Do you?” Dorian asked in surprise. He had never seen Idhren dance – the earlier instance with the Grand Duchess aside. “I would never have guessed. You were always so antisocial at parties.”

“I didn’t exactly have a wealth of interested partners, you’ll recall,” Idhren grumbled.

Dorian hesitated for only a moment, because the offer was clear, the opportunity presented to him on a silver platter. “Well then,” he proffered a hand and a shallow bow, “Shall we?”

Idhren took in his pose and the hint of a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, one he seemed almost afraid to let out. “Are you serious?”

Tainan was grinning now, from behind Idhren’s shoulder, and that was all the further encouragement Dorian needed. “Dreadfully serious.”

Idhren case a glance over at Tainan, as though asking permission, and the redhead merely rolled their eyes. “Go on,” they urged, shoving Idhren lightly. “Go dance with your magister,” they teased, “I’ll be here.”

The smile broke free across Idhren’s face. Leaning up on his toes he placed a soft kiss on Tainan’s cheek, murmuring a quick “love you” before finally accepting Dorian’s hand.

#idhren lavellan #tainan lavellan #dorian pavus #pavellan #dragon age inquisition #dragon age #dragon age fanfic #fic: semper ad meliora #ot3 #polyship

[cursewoodrecap]

Session 2: Academics and Debates

Due to DnD being scheduling hell, Clem the fighter is Definitely Standing Just Offscreen this session. Meanwhile, the DM introduces two mechanics he has been dying to try out: Corruption, and the Deck. 

There will be a full post about Corruption later (when DM tells us how the rest of it works, lol) but the point is this: the longer you stay in the cursed forest, the deeper you go, the more you experience there - the more cursed you become. It corrupts you. You can earn corruptions in various ways - cosmetic (looking more monstrous and less humanoid); psychological (e.g. feeling a compulsion for bloodlust or gaining a terrible phobia); or others I have forgotten about right now, at 9:50pm, while eating lasagna. 

Certain things that happen when in the woods give you points toward a score called Taint. (Heh heh heh.) We, uh, lost our Taint virginity this session. (No, DM, we will not stop. You brought this upon yourself.)

The Deck is a deck of cards used to determine encounters. Again, full post later, but it has such cards as “The Hunt,” “The Crown,” “The Wanderer,” etc. Each one can symbolize multiple things. For example, “The Crown” represents authority and government, so it could mean help from Duke Shieldeater’s forces - or it could mean a dangerous clash with enemy soldiers. 

ANYWAY, STUFF HAPPENED:

We woke in the Temple of Rack in the village of Ovruch, early in the grey dawn hours. There was brief scramblin’ around as the players did math to figure out how much starting wealth we all had and how much spare change those bandits had left lying around for us. Valeria spent some of the money overnight to make some Holy Water.

We scooted on out of the town without really saying much to anyone - the few people awake and the guards on patrol were definitely giving us Looks, but we didn’t really stop to chat.

Shoshana leads the way towards the ravine she had directed Sir Balderich to. Even in the 8 months since she’s been out in this direction, the woods have gotten darker and more foreboding, alarmingly tangled and twisted. A decent Survival check does right by us, and DM directs Shoshana, as the one rolling it, to draw a card from the Deck. She draws The Crown.

The Crown: Authority, government. A bit of good luck (and perhaps DM guilt?) leads us to a fortuitous find: an abandoned cart bearing the seal of the Royal House of Valdia, smashed and overgrown. There’s a strongbox off to the side, nestled in a hard-to-see place, miraculously untouched by bandits. Gral examines it, wondering if he might be able to coax open the lock...when the pommel of a shining sword just slams down and smashes the lock mechanism to smithereens. Thanks for the crit, Valeria.

We find: 100gp, 4 jewelry items of 25gp value each (1 mirror, 1 bracelet, and 2 rings), a silver dagger (given to Gral), and a bladeless sword hilt carved in runes. Gral and Shoshana determine that the sword hilt is not evil and probably magic, but hell if we know what it does.

We travel onward, and Valeria draws the next card: The Wanderer. The DM cannot suppress his glee, because he has an NPC he really really likes and it’s time to use him!

We hear shouting in a strange language - Draco-Aquilian, which only Valeria knows. Also generally crashing mayhem noises. We hustle on closer, and Valeria understands that the person is shouting “OH GOD! LIGHTNING DOESN’T WORK! LIGHTNING DOESN’T WOOOORK!”

There is a cart, drawn by two lizardlike beasts of burden. There is a Shambling Mound trying to engulf the cart and its inhabitants. Two Goliaths, a male and a female, are all tangled up in the thing, and there is a skinny, fancily-dressed blue Dragonborn generally panicking atop the cart. Being PCs, we attempt to kick butt. It eats Valeria (a helpful Goliath pulls her out), Shoshana sprays it with weedkiller, and we all go “???!?! WE ARE LEVEL 2″ but we don’t die. Valeria uses a Smite of some sort that looks like glowing vines snake through its plant form and burst into roses!!! It’s very Sailor Moon. Valeria gains 3 Taint for dropping to 0 HP while in a Cursed area.

The fancy Dragonborn hops down from the damaged cart and addresses Valeria in Draco-Aquilian, which nobody else speaks. “Greetings! I certainly must say, I did not expect to be rescued by a Knight of the Rose! I am Lucinius Galvan, Professor of Archaeology of the University of Aurentium!” He and Valeria chat a moment - “Argent? Oh I’m sure I’ve heard that name-” “Daughter of Renata and Bastion of the Silver Steppes.” “Oh, of course! The princess who became a knight! I’m merely an Earl myself-”

a) Yes, I wrote down your lore, feel free to correct my spelling; b) They’re speaking Fancy Dragon Words so the other characters don’t know any of this.

We also meet his Goliath bodyguards, Bjorn and Ingborg, who speak...not that much Valdian. They are Vangarians - part of a highly professional force of mercenaries rented out by the Draco-Aquilian Emperor. Extremely practical in the face of nonsense. Lucinius, meanwhile, requests them to bring out Tea! and Fancy Teacups! and Breakfast! and little stools to sit on! Bjorn complies, long-sufferingly. Shoshana is Awkward Turtle about fancy rich people things, and Gral is pretty suspicious but definitely has some jam and toast.

“I say! Are you local to this area, madam?” he inquires. Turns out he’s searching for some Aquilian ruins in the area, and Shoshana is able to give him decent directions to the spot she used to play in as a child. He describes his research - there’s a presentation, with visual aids. Bjorn tries to save us from having to sit through it, but academia cannot be stopped. Why did the Aquilian Empire never conquer the Greatwood? We must DO ARCHAEOLOGY about it!!!

Also, he identifies the mysterious sword hilt as, functionally, a scroll of Flame Blade. Neat! Due to a conversational mix up between etymology and entomology, he gives us a magic beetle that acts as a floating lamp. We love our Rune Beetle. (He pulls it out of “one of his many pockets,” and is immediately declared to be wearing the world’s fanciest Tacky Fisherman Vest.)

He’s ready to cheerfully forge on into the forest! Gral and Shoshana quietly pull Bjorn aside and warn him that the Cursewood is, like, super cursed? Did you guys not notice??? Bjorn and Ingborg thank us for the information, and continue on their way, almost certainly figuring out how to put a child leash on the adorable fancylizard.

Gral draws the third and final card of the night: The Outlaw. We come across a small camp: the bandits who attacked Ovruch the night before. Gral overhears them - their leader, the largest and most imposing, is threatening the others into compliance. They are uneasy - the wolves ran away last night after the werewolf was killed; can they trust the freaks in the ravine not to betray them? Doesn’t matter! The freaks in the ravine will eat them if they don’t cooperate, and they’ll get better loot by working with ‘em. 

Shoshana is like “welp,” and rolls up her sleeves, but Valeria very nobly goes “NO, there must be Another Way.”

“Uh, you do realize those are the guys who KILLED INNOCENT PEOPLE yesterday, right?”

“And we just heard they’re being coerced! We don’t have to just kill them.”

Valeria strides into the bandit camp in a Nonthreatening Pose, weapons down. The bandits all jump to alertness, because Large Dragonperson In Armor, Oh No. She begins to offer them another option - we don’t know if she’s thought of one yet, but dang does she roll well on her Persuasion check to get them to listen. The bandits are going “...hmm, IS there another way?” but their leader, the madness of the Curse in his eyes, orders them to attack.

We kick their butts; Valeria deliberately nonlethals the bandit leader into unconsciousness. Gral offers the other bandits a harsh but fair option out: “Travel south, to where Duke Shieldeater’s forces are clear-cutting forest in order to hold back the Curse. Volunteer yourself for manual labor there. You will be treated fairly, if you work. In your spare time you will learn Orcish, for we have need of translators.”

The bandits, who have all gained Brooklyn accents, say, “Okay, deal, but...your friend there ain’t gonna kill us as we leave, is she?”

Because as they spoke, Shoshana had definitively Chill Touched their leader to death.

She agrees she’s not going to kill the bandits, but they better get the fuck out of here.

We also grill the bandits for information on The Hunt, which is what the “freaks in the ravine” call themselves. We learn that they sleep with wolves around them, and those that disagree with them are hunted for sport. There are traps set up around the perimeter of their territory - that’s how they captured the knight, who they are now keeping in some kind of cage. The bandits are unsure of the identity of the main leader - there was Lupo, the werewolf we killed last night, but they mostly listen to this Weird Guy In A Hood. Also, there is a huntress-woman, an archer girl. Shoshana freezes, and carefully asks who the huntress is, and what she looks like. They say she’s spooky; the shadows cling to her.

The knight is caged in the ravine, the part where it gets supernaturally dark. Most of the camp is outside The Darkness, but there’s a cave down there where the Huntress and the Weird Hooded Guy and Lupo lived. They bring the bandit leaders down there sometimes, to show them who’s in charge.

Also there’s this war-boar running around, with a dead Demish knight still strapped to its back?

We let the bandits (whose accents have swapped to Southern) escape, and then Valeria and Shoshana have what some folks call a “spirited ethical debate,” which in layman’s terms means they are PISSED at each other.

Valeria is shocked and appalled that Shoshana would kill an unconscious man. Especially when the bandits were surrendering and cooperating! Monstrous and brutal behavior. How could you?

Shoshana angrily stands by her decision. “How many people did those men kill last night?” she asks. “People I grew up with. And you think letting these bandits go free is worth letting them do that to innocent people again? Their leader was already Curse-mad. Too far gone.” (To be fair, she is too pissed off in the moment, and her player too awkward, to articulate her position this eloquently.)

Valeria erases 3 Taint for doing something so noble and heroic against the will of the Curse. Shoshana gains 3 Taint for acting in a way encouraged by the Curse.

With nothing to do but simmer at each other, and Gral diplomatically not choosing a side out loud, there is nothing to do but move on.

DM agrees that we could take a long rest now and reach the ravine by 4 or 5 pm. We jump at the chance to get our spell slots back, but each take 3 Taint for spending so long out here in the cursed lands.

All characters are now level 3.

#session recap #shoshana bat chaya #gral omokk'duu #valeria argent #ovruch #the ravine #the hunt

[ladysqueakinpip]

All the OC questions with the selkie fam, which includes the 3 bros, Irena, and Anneliese, and also the boys mom if she's developed enough

HECK Y’ALL KNOW HOW TO DELIVER

*these asks are from this post in case anyone wants to either send more or reblog the original 

unfortunately i’m going to skip their mom for now just because she’s not developed enough :’c

1. Do any of your OCs have a speech impediment?

elian: nope! but megan suggested he sound congested all the time because of the ridiculous sounds weddell seals make

abbe: none

roland: none

irena: none

anneliese: none

2. Do any of your OCs have a physical disability?

elian: already answered! 

abbe: none

roland: none; im suddenly considering giving him bad eyesight though #glasses_roland2017

irena: none

anneliese: none

3. What is your OCs favorite band if they have one? (i’m answering this assuming they have access to the broad variety of music we have) 

elian: i feel like he would like the sound of bands like fall out boy, daft punk, imagine dragons etc. but he would like the lyrics of twenty one pilots more because he relates to them the most 

abbe: bryan adams?? phil collins?? elton john?? someone like that. 

roland: i’m torn because i want roland to be an edgelord but i also want him to be a quiet shy baby so why not both? i think he would like Gorillaz. sometimes laid back and chill and other times a little edgier. also in with the type of kids i feel like he would hang out with. 

irena: something a little older from when she was a teenager. probably a female artist. why are gwen stefani or celine dion sticking out to me?

anneliese: SHE’S THE 12 YEAR OLD GIRL WHOS OBSESSED WITH BOYBANDS like one direction and 5 seconds of summer. i feel like she would also love softer female artists like regina spektor

4. Does your OC have anything they take pride in? (like an award or collection?)

elian: *vibrates excitedly* spoilers

abbe: mostly how he’s been given the ability to… move on? his mom is still trapped in their family’s past tragedies and roland and elian are dragged down with that as well, but abbe’s been the one to grow and rebuild the house and get married and now he’s gonna be a dad soon. he’s proud he’s been able to continue the legacy. 

roland: he’s really proud of the things relating to his equestrian hobbies. he’s just starting out in the horse-breeding business but he has one or two really nice mares and im sure he has another one he’s training for the royal guard. he’s also the best rider in his family because its like all he does lol. 

irena: she was able to get out from under the shadow of her mother. irena and her mom don’t really like each other and her mom was always disappointed that she decided to become a knight instead of trying to climb the social ladder. they kind of stopped talking. ironically enough, irena ended up basically being adopted into a Duke’s family and though it’s super petty and very vengeful i think irena’s also proud of how she became everything her mother wanted in her own way and without her mom’s help. she likes to think of her mom being salty and jealous. 

anneliese: her reputation! she had to essentially rebuild it from the ground up after her dad did naughty scandalous things but she’s proven herself to the people who serve her. 

5. Does your OC have a favorite film? (answering like they live in modern times)

elian: he likes superhero movies, like the marvel movies. i haven’t actually seen a lot of these so i can’t pick the one that’s his favorite but i have a feeling it’s like captain america or spiderman. he wont stop making jokes about how roland is emo peter parker. 

abbe: already answered!

roland: black beauty he strikes me as the type who would like psychological thrillers like the shining or inception. movies that have lots of deep layers and summaries you stay up late reading until you’re too scared to go to bed. 

irena: she would like things with very traditional elaborate fight scenes and dynamic relationships and cool props and swords and armor and epic battles so basically she’s a lord of the rings fan. 

anneliese: literally the only thing coming to my mind are the twilight movies. the fault in our stars. ya’know stuff like that. i think she would be a big sucker for the princess bride. 

6. How tall is your OC?

elian: 5′1″

abbe: 5′7″

roland: 5′6″

irena: 5′2″

anneliese: 5′0″

7. Does your OC have any celebrity crushes? (answering like they live in modern times) 

elian: i don’t think he really follows celebrities he cares more about the quality of the movies they make. 

abbe: maybe he had one when he was younger but now that he’s married and has a kid on the way he doesn’t have time for these kinds of trivial things he has to focus on the #wife. 

roland: the actresses who are a little older but very #classic. julie andrews. judy garland. he might also like modern stars like anne hathaway or emma stone. one of those two. 

irena: what if she was a david bowie fan i feel bad not immediately saying her husband dwayne the rock johnson

anneliese: nick jonas. justin timberlake. orlando bloom. every boy from one direction. you get my drift. 

8. Do you ship any 2 of your OCs?

elian: ANNELIESE

abbe: his beautiful loving delicate sensitive understanding wife rosalie k thanks bye

roland: his super big crush on lady jeannine harpers kills me everyday

irena: dwayne the rock johnson

anneliese: ELIAN

9. How would you describe your OCs fashion taste?

elian: bold. he likes things that make him feel adventurous like big hats with feathers or sturdy boots. he’s upper class so he’s still gotta look nice but he goes for that “i’m a rich guy who’s never been camping in my life but i went out and bought all this super nice fancy camping gear so people will think i’m professional when i’m not” look. 

abbe: very presentable, always On Point™. he’s gotta dress to impress, so all his clothes are neatly pressed and he tries not to wrinkle them up too much or get them dirty. he tends to trade in neutral colors like white and black for things a little brighter to liven up the house a bit. he’s still young. let abbe be Free™.

roland: he’s a big emo hot topic baby and the only thing he’ll wear is black.

irena: sleek shiny new armor that’s hand-crafted with details carved into the breastplate and shoulder pieces. regal deep colors and clean polished boots. 

anneliese: PINK. big poofy dresses. less of a focus on patterns and more of a focus on teeny cutesy details. 

10. Does your OC have any special talents?

elian: lmao i’ve never talk about this before but i sort of headcanon he’s alright at. fishing. it’s dangerous for him to swim and when his dad was around he was in the same situation. as selkies they still had a strong draw towards the water so instead of fishing as seals they would bond with each other by going to the shore or out on a boat and just have some quiet fishing time. :’) but anyway because of all that elian is much better at using a fishing rod than other selkies are. 

abbe: he seems like a really average family-man kinda guy so i want him to have some talent that’s just so obscure and ridiculous and totally unexpected. he can juggle with his knees. he has this 6th sense that tells him when it’s going to rain. i’m confirming all this for canon immediately. 

roland: he sort of gives me the “intellectual” kind of vibes in a good way and in a bad way. he was probably very good at school/his studies and for some reason history is really sticking out to me the most! while roland and elian don’t really get along i kinda headcanon roland had to tutor elian a lot when they were working through their school books together. 

irena: she can play an instrument, i know that much! i haven’t decided what she plays, but i’m thinking some type of fictional string instrument. she teaches elian how to play some instruments, too, because we all know that poor child is bored out of his mind. 

anneliese: she loves the whole wide world and reads a lot as a weird form of escapism? reading is her way of connecting to all the people and all the places in the world and it exercises her imagination. she’s probably a SUPER FAST reader and i bet she has a scary-big vocabulary for a girl as young as herself haha. 

11. Is your OC really bad at something?

elian: already answered!

abbe: SELF CARE abbe will work himself to the bone and push down all of his personal feelings and hurt to put his family first. i don’t think he wants to be that way but he was kind of forced into that mindset after he had to immediately step up to his dad’s position and then get married on top of that like he had so many big life-altering changes thrown at him within a years time poor boy didn’t even have time to grieve or adequately manage his emotional state. 

roland: being an individual haha. more like being openly opinionated and voicing those opinions. he “aaron burr”s the heck outta life with his “don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for” attitude. he doesn’t want to give anyone a reason to start drama with him. 

irena: already answered! 

anneliese: already answered! 

12. Does your OC have both of their parents?

abbe, roland, and elian lost their dad 3 years before the story starts. for a good time after that their mom was not…. entirely there emotionally either so abbe is basically New Dad™. 

irena: yes

anneliese: her dad is… kind of in prison?? so like he’s there but not there ya know. and who knows about her mom i’ll talk about that in the next question. anyway her aunt and uncle took her into the family and are basically her new mom and dad congrats anneliese. 

13. Does your OC know their parents?

elian: yes

abbe: yes

roland: yes

irena: yes, but she lost contact with her mother years before the story starts and she’s totally uninterested in rekindling the relationship

anneliese: she knows her dad but i haven’t fully decided who her mother is or what happened to her so for now??? my answer is who knows. 

14. Does your OC have any siblings?

abbe, roland and elian are all brothers! they don’t have any other siblings haha. 

irena: none

anneliese: none but she did have a cousin! they were really close when they were little, almost like siblings. the cousin was the old heiress to the estate but she got a bad illness or disease or something like people did back in the good ol’ days and died. now anneliese is the heiress. 

15. Do any of your OCs have pets?

elian: already answered!

abbe: none

roland: already answered!

irena: she might have a nice riding horse but other than that i doubt she has time for her own pet. 

anneliese: i haven’t thought about it but she does seem like an animal kind of girl. if she does i can see her having a super fluffy kitty. 

16. Do you have any nonhuman OCs?

17. Do you have any OCs you haven’t posted about?

18. How would you describe your OCs nature in one word?

elian: righteous 

abbe: altruistic

roland: distant

irena: meticulous

anneliese: dreamy

19. Who is your youngest OC? (i’m combining this question with the other one and just saying their ages) 

elian: 13 yrs

abbe: 21 yrs

roland: 16 yrs

irena: 33 yrs

anneliese: 12 yrs

20. Who is your oldest OC?

21. What race is your OC?

they’re all selkies!

22. Would your OC like you?

elian: he would like some things about me, then find other things completely infuriating. 

abbe: he’d probably think i was a little too casual and maybe a bit weird, but he wouldn’t hate me either! 

roland: i think we’d be cool. 

irena: we could have a couple really nice conversations. 

anneliese: she would! 

#rosemem #oc stuff #lets T-A-L-K-A-B-O-U-T about ocs #efrens gift #its been like..... 2 weeks and i finally filled this whole thing out #IS ANYONE EVEN ONLINE ANYMORE haha #rip me up!!!

[askmyboys]

Kenneth J Pennington and Charles Pennington

Name: Kenneth J Pennington | Nicknames: Ken, Kenny, Penny, Pen | Age: 37 | Species/Race: Human | Gender: Male | Height: 6'0 | Occupation: Soldier | Eye Color: Green | Hair Color: Light Brown | Appearance: He wears armor most of the time considering his job is to guard the king, his normal clothing isn't really all that fancy actually, its raggedy and gross looking but the king won't pay him as much as his brother, the king won't even let him lay down on a proper bed because of his "filthyness", he also has an eyepatch over his eye, he doesn't like it when people see his scar. | Personality: He's not exactly the most friendly of soldiers, he's cold, has a short temper and goes off easily, he knows the king hates him and honestly? He hates the king tenfold but, god forbid he tried to do anything to the man, they'd all have his head on a silver platter and the king DOES pay him, not much, but its at least enough to put some food on the table. He doesn't talk to any of the other soldiers, guards, etc- he ESPECIALLY tries to avoid his brother at all costs, his brother is like the king's little lap dog, gets whatever his little greedy heart desires, and the king loves his older brother almost like a son (basically he's not talkative, he's cold, hot-headed, hates both the king and his older brother and honestly? He just- isn't a very cheery fellow in general) | Side Facts: He likes to go out and drink when he's not on duty, he can down two whole bottles of whiskey if you'd let him, after all the shit he puts up with, he DEFINITELY needs a drink or something, anything to forget about those two nuisances for awhile, he goes down to a pub after he gets a break or on his way home, the alcohol also helps him deal with his brother when he finally gets home, all his brother does is yell at him, or annoy him or w o r s e... Point out all his flaws, everything he's done wrong, etc. He's punched his brother plenty of times before, he always gets scolded by the king for it however, for punching that poor man in the face! He's lucky he hasn't gotten fired or worse by the king for assaulting one of his "best men" which is bullshit to him, Kenneth does more than his no good brother does, he takes care of the king's every whim and protects him from the danger the most, Charles merely sits around and when things get scary he runs like the coward he is, if Kenneth could, he'd just let his brother die right then and there. Name: Charles Pennington | Nickname: Charley (he doesn't like it but Kenneth a l w a y s calls him that for spite) | Species/Race: Human | Age: 39 | Height: 5'0 | Occupation: Soldier? (he barely does any work, being the king's favorite and all) | Eye Color: Blue | Hair Color: Blonde | Appearance: He wears the fanciest clothes, he hardly ever wears the armor he's supposed to, he has no use for the filth, after all only the fanciest and finest things will do for him! He hates the disgusting things his brother wears but its not like he'd EVER give him any money for anything fancier, why should he? His brother has never done any good for him! Or at least that's what he thinks anyways, he even carries around very expensive fancy looking canes when he doesn't even need them! | Personality: He's just uncaring about the peasants out there in the world, so what if a few people go hungry? At least he and the king still has their money! He doesn't care for the non-rich folk and don't even think they should be allowed into society, their disgusting and filthy, they have no place here where the rich-folk stay, but he does understand... A King is nothing without subjects to rule over, he loves the king and stays on his good side 24/7, him and the King have "similar" personalities and interests, so they get along amazingly well, even for them to have no blood ties, he gets to stick around the king most of the time, even in the royal bedroom, he's got his own bed in that room now! The King has grown that close to him, he just can't understand why his brother doesn't try harder to get along with the king, to him, his brother is a stupid money-less idiot who can't do anything right! He can't even make the King happy! If he even t r i e d, he could definitely make some money ....But of course, its painfully obvious Charles wants to see his brother fail. (he's a greedy, snobby, stuck up piece of shit) | Side Facts: Him and his brother has always hated each other, he's always wanted to see or make his brother fail himself if he has too, his brother was always pathetic to him, he gave money to the poor disgusting rats that plagued the streets! They didn't deserve that money, after all, he coulda bought so many fancy suits and canes with that money! His brother has always took too much pity on the street rats and he d e s p i s e s that, he also despises the fact his brother drinks as much as he does, at this point, he just despises his brother in general. But, the feeling between the both of them is DEFINITELY mutual at this point, Charles knows.... If Kenneth could, he'd kill him the first chance he got more than likely, that... doesn't bother him however, he knows the King would protect him! Keep him safe from everything! Nobody can touch him, not while The King is around!

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So. I play the game a little differently than everyone else (it seems). I LOVE the artistic design of the game, especially with the outfits, clothing options, dye options, and all the various combinations. Rather than going efficiency though, I always equip myself with whatever I think looks great and change my playstyle around that. I've have spent more hours than I care to admit dyeing different variations and options.As a result, I've put together my top 19 combinations (and some extras); click on the names for an Imgur gallery. And if you'd like to submit your own ideas please include screenshots and pictures.Here we go :)The PaladinThe Hoods color matches the armour's trimming and hopefully brings it all together. Paired with a Knight's Shield and Red pommel of the Knight's Sword (to match the crest on your armour) and you're good to go. Good for some classic righteous Knight-ing. Also, dye the armour crimson red and swap out the Hood for a Diamond Circlet for royal, princely look.Head: Hylian Hood (Light Yellow)Body: Soldier's Armor (Blue)Legs: Soldier's Greaves (Blue)Equipment: Knight's Sword + Knight's Shield[Alternative: The Royal Knight with a Diamond Circlet and Crimson Armor and Greaves)RoninA wandering Samurai of sorts, I love the look of this but remember: no shields. Samurai didn't have shields. The Eightfold Longblade's special charging strike really makes this one come alive.Head: Desert Voe Headband (Black)Body: Stealth Chest Guard (Black)Legs: Sand Boots (Black)Equipment: Eightfold Blade / Eightfold LongbladeHighlanderInterestingly enough, the brown Snow Boots' light blue trimmings match the Light Blue Armour perfectly. Coupled with a Ruby Circlet gives this a Conan the Barbarian-esque look. Grab a two hander and off you go with this all-or-nothing, battle-in-your-face, who-needs-a-plan class that practical speaks for itself.Head: Ruby CircletBody: Barbarian Armor (Light Blue)Legs: Snow Boots (Brown)Equipment: Claymore / Double Axe / Traveller's Sword + ShieldRangerProbably my longest used outfit (hence all the pictures). I love how this looks worn and practical but still very cool. No fancy bows, though - Rangers are hunters, survivalists and scavengers; their weapons are often of their own making and more often than not wood. They favour Quick Draw bows and use them even in close range combat. No metal, no shields or sword. They stay light, move quietly and fight from a distance with planning and strategy.Head: Hylian Hood (Brown)Body: Hylian Tunic (Brown)Legs: Hylian Trousers (Navy Blue)Equipment: Deku Bow, Wooden BowEx. KnightMy favourite outfit in the game; a retired, veteran knight. The white and blacks might seem pretty simple at first but with the bright blues of the Knight's Sword's scabbard and the Hylian Shield, it all comes together (along with the red highlights in the shield and on his vest). Very cool look, and high defensive rating as well. Tiny climbing boost to boot. An all rounder gear of a last knight in a world without knights. (Threw in some other color variations as well!)Head: Amber EarringsBody: Climbing Gear (White)Legs: Soldier's Greaves (Black)Equipment: Knight's Sword + Hylian ShieldDragoonInspired by the famous Final Fantasy series' class, Dragoons are elite soldiers with very distinct armour sets and who specialize in spears, lances and polearms and a piercing style of combat. Dragoons also benefit from slight lightning resistances and increased swimming speed, though they don't wield bows/arrows. The various colors represent the various brigades who each favour a particular kind of pole arm that (wouldn't you know) matches their outfit...Head: Rubber Helm (Light Blue)Body: Zora Armor (Light Blue)Legs: Soldier's Greaves (Black)Equipment: Spears, PolearmsGhibli HeroOne part a reference to Prince Ashitaka (from Princess Mononoke, one of the game's inspirations and references), one part civilian clothes. The blue in the shirt matches Link's eyes and offsets his hair nicely; it just oozes Ghibli. This has always been my go-to town-wear and the quiet white, blue and blonde seems to come right out of the hands of Miyazaki and his 3-color approach to simple, memorable character designs.Head: NothingBody: Old Shirt (Blue)Legs: Hylian Trousers (White)Equipment: None, Wooden BowOnion KnightA stoic (if somewhat bumbling) knight who's heart is in the right place but trouble seems to find him as often as adventure. He's not shy about using his patented retreat strategy (sprinting and screaming) but when he stands to fight, it's often for a noble cause. Unfortunately, we can't change the color of the Flamebreaker Helm's main components so I went with brown to draw everything together. An alternate version with a Brown Soldier's Armor also works, although it tends to slim him up a bit when I look him more Seignmeyer and...oniony.Head: Flamebreaker Helm (Brown)Body: Flamebreaker Armor (Brown)Legs: Trousers of the Wild (Brown)Equipment: Cobble Crusher, Boulder Breaker, Spring Loaded HammerBokoblin EnthusiastHead: Bokoblin MaskBody: Climbing Gear (Red)Legs: Trousers of the Wild (Red)Equipment: Bokoblin weaponsUndercover LizalfosHead: Lizalfos MaskBody: Radiant Shirt (Green)Legs: Radiant Tights (Green)Equipment: Lizalfos weaponsMoblitHead: Moblin MaskBody: Climbing Gear (Blue)Legs: Barbarian Leggings (Light Blue)Equipment: Moblin weaponsKing of the WildHead: Lynel MaskBody: Barbarian Armor (Purple)Legs: Snow Boots (White)Equipment: Lynel Weapons, FiercenessTime TravellerA lost time jumper who looks like he's straight out of an 80's movie and I wouldn't have it any other way.Head: Topaz EarringsBody: Rubber Amor (White)Legs: Rubber Tights (Blue)Equipment: Ancient Weapons, Guardian WeaponsBlue Tunic (Link to the Past)You know it. I didn't expect it to work so well but, surprisingly, these colors work together really nicely (though the red tunic colors don't translate quite so well.) Once I decided to give this a try, I haven't really gone back: I love the look. No Hylian Shield here; the Gerudo Shield (instead) looks closest to the kind of art design in the shields of that game and the Feathered Edge is short, wide and squat enough to make the outfit really feel like it should.Head: Cap of the Wild (Light Yellow)Body: Tunic of the Wild (Blue)Legs: Trousers of the Wild (Light Yellow)Equipment: Feathered Edge, Gerudo ShieldShinobiOne of my favourite looks; the Demon Carver rims the Soldier's Shield near perfectly and all the colors match a deep midnight and gray look that I just love. I never tire of unsheathing these weapons; the way Link just pulls apart what looks like a contraception into distinct weapons is just so cool. Plus, it's a Ninja in modern sneakers with a Tron vibe; what's not to love?Head: Stealth Mask (Navy Blue)Body: Rubber Armor (Navy Blue)Legs: Rubber Tights (Navy Blue)Equipment: Demon Carver, Soldier's ShieldThe Night's WatchRight out of Game of Thrones (warning: heavy GoT spoilers). And, like the men of the Night's Watch, they are underfunded, under equipped and overwhelmed. Weak bows, no shields, and very low defence on the outfit. Even the Warm Doublet isn't enough to stand the colds North of North. Luckily, our Hero here is Azor Ahai reborn, and his great flaming sword not only fells most cold enemies in one blow, but helps to warm him when things get really bad. This is a risky outfit that makes the world dangerous (your weapon is also what's stopping the cold from consuming you) and as the white walkers close in around you, all you've left to fend them off is a burning sword and the knowledge that you are the shield that guards the realm of men...Head: Hylian Hood (Black)Body: Warm Doublet (Black)Legs: Snow Boots (Black)Equipment: Flamesblade, Wooden Bow/Soldier's BowOne Punch HeroI don't think I need to explain this one. You either get it completely or you don't at all. And yes, the Stealth Mask could have also worked but it just doesn't feel as Saitama with his face covered...Head: Hylian Hood (White)Body: Radiant Shirt (Yellow)Legs: Radiant Tights (Yellow)Equipment: Spring Loaded HammerPostmanThe classic sprinting hero of Hyrule messaging. A red Zora Helm probably works better as a cap but the Ancient helm just feels more official. I tried a variety of spears to try and get that flag look and, in the end, decided the stem of the Guardian Axe just worked. Plus it matched the helm. I love this outfit because it gives me the urge to just start hand people anything and everything. And sprint. Lots of sprinting.Head: Ancient Helm (Red)Body: Climbing Gear (White)Legs: Trousers of the Wild (White)Equipment: Guardian Axe ++IcarusOr Hermes, if you like; you'll get the look I was going for when you see it. There's no other weapon to go for other than the Falcon Bow and the Lightning Rod (though the Thunderblade and Radiant Shield make sense too); you're a demi god after all. Just equipping this outfit makes the game feel different; like you're lighter, can move faster, shoot further, jump higher. I've experimented with a bunch of colors and felt these worked the best and I really like how it came out in the end.Head: Snowquill Headdress (White)Body: Desert Voe Spaulder (White)Legs: Barbarian Leggings (Light Blue)Equipment: Great Falcon Bow, Lightning RodBonus - ExtrasHyrule Warriors Link (Green Hylian Hood, Green Hylian Tunic, Standard Hylian Trousers) - meant to resemble Hyrule Warriors' version of LinkLinkson (Light Yellow Climbing Bandana, Standard Climbing Gear, Pink Hylian Trousers) - inspired by the lovely Dodson and Co. You can go Light Yellow Trousers and Pink Bandana if you like but it feels less prominent that way :PEl Capitano (Light Blue Radiant Mask, Light Blue Trousers of the Wild) - for when the only weapon you need against Calamity Ganon is a flying elbow.Researcher/Scientist (Thunder Helm OR Brown Flamebreaker's Helm, White Hylian Tunic, Navy Blue Flamebreaker Boots) - for when you need to study animal patterns, collect samples or fill out the Compendium.Classic (Updated) - (Green Cap of the Wild, Green Hylian Tunic, Standard Hylian Trousers) - for an updated, adult version of the classic look.Punk - (Standard Climber's Bandana, Standard Climbing Gear, White Hylian Trousers) - maybe not the most creative outfit but one I loved wearing; the colors work wonderfully and if you're going to equip a mop or go snowboarding/sand surfing, this is the outfit to do it with.Bonus 2 - The Stoic Guardian of HatenoEdit: Bonus 3! - /u/RafaSnows adds his own additions to the list! via /r/zelda

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So. I play the game a little differently than everyone else (it seems). I LOVE the artistic design of the game, especially with the outfits, clothing options, dye options, and all the various combinations. Rather than going efficiency though, I always equip myself with whatever I think looks great and change my playstyle around that. I've have spent more hours than I care to admit dyeing different variations and options.As a result, I've put together my top 19 combinations (and some extras); click on the names for an Imgur gallery. And if you'd like to submit your own ideas please include screenshots and pictures.Here we go :)The PaladinThe Hoods color matches the armour's trimming and hopefully brings it all together. Paired with a Knight's Shield and Red pommel of the Knight's Sword (to match the crest on your armour) and you're good to go. Good for some classic righteous Knight-ing. Also, dye the armour crimson red and swap out the Hood for a Diamond Circlet for royal, princely look.Head: Hylian Hood (Light Yellow)Body: Soldier's Armor (Blue)Legs: Soldier's Greaves (Blue)Equipment: Knight's Sword + Knight's Shield[Alternative: The Royal Knight with a Diamond Circlet and Crimson Armor and Greaves)RoninA wandering Samurai of sorts, I love the look of this but remember: no shields. Samurai didn't have shields. The Eightfold Longblade's special charging strike really makes this one come alive.Head: Desert Voe Headband (Black)Body: Stealth Chest Guard (Black)Legs: Sand Boots (Black)Equipment: Eightfold Blade / Eightfold LongbladeHighlanderInterestingly enough, the brown Snow Boots' light blue trimmings match the Light Blue Armour perfectly. Coupled with a Ruby Circlet gives this a Conan the Barbarian-esque look. Grab a two hander and off you go with this all-or-nothing, battle-in-your-face, who-needs-a-plan class that practical speaks for itself.Head: Ruby CircletBody: Barbarian Armor (Light Blue)Legs: Snow Boots (Brown)Equipment: Claymore / Double Axe / Traveller's Sword + ShieldRangerProbably my longest used outfit (hence all the pictures). I love how this looks worn and practical but still very cool. No fancy bows, though - Rangers are hunters, survivalists and scavengers; their weapons are often of their own making and more often than not wood. They favour Quick Draw bows and use them even in close range combat. No metal, no shields or sword. They stay light, move quietly and fight from a distance with planning and strategy.Head: Hylian Hood (Brown)Body: Hylian Tunic (Brown)Legs: Hylian Trousers (Navy Blue)Equipment: Deku Bow, Wooden BowEx. KnightMy favourite outfit in the game; a retired, veteran knight. The white and blacks might seem pretty simple at first but with the bright blues of the Knight's Sword's scabbard and the Hylian Shield, it all comes together (along with the red highlights in the shield and on his vest). Very cool look, and high defensive rating as well. Tiny climbing boost to boot. An all rounder gear of a last knight in a world without knights. (Threw in some other color variations as well!)Head: Amber EarringsBody: Climbing Gear (White)Legs: Soldier's Greaves (Black)Equipment: Knight's Sword + Hylian ShieldDragoonInspired by the famous Final Fantasy series' class, Dragoons are elite soldiers with very distinct armour sets and who specialize in spears, lances and polearms and a piercing style of combat. Dragoons also benefit from slight lightning resistances and increased swimming speed, though they don't wield bows/arrows. The various colors represent the various brigades who each favour a particular kind of pole arm that (wouldn't you know) matches their outfit...Head: Rubber Helm (Light Blue)Body: Zora Armor (Light Blue)Legs: Soldier's Greaves (Black)Equipment: Spears, PolearmsGhibli HeroOne part a reference to Prince Ashitaka (from Princess Mononoke, one of the game's inspirations and references), one part civilian clothes. The blue in the shirt matches Link's eyes and offsets his hair nicely; it just oozes Ghibli. This has always been my go-to town-wear and the quiet white, blue and blonde seems to come right out of the hands of Miyazaki and his 3-color approach to simple, memorable character designs.Head: NothingBody: Old Shirt (Blue)Legs: Hylian Trousers (White)Equipment: None, Wooden BowOnion KnightA stoic (if somewhat bumbling) knight who's heart is in the right place but trouble seems to find him as often as adventure. He's not shy about using his patented retreat strategy (sprinting and screaming) but when he stands to fight, it's often for a noble cause. Unfortunately, we can't change the color of the Flamebreaker Helm's main components so I went with brown to draw everything together. An alternate version with a Brown Soldier's Armor also works, although it tends to slim him up a bit when I look him more Seignmeyer and...oniony.Head: Flamebreaker Helm (Brown)Body: Flamebreaker Armor (Brown)Legs: Trousers of the Wild (Brown)Equipment: Cobble Crusher, Boulder Breaker, Spring Loaded HammerBokoblin EnthusiastHead: Bokoblin MaskBody: Climbing Gear (Red)Legs: Trousers of the Wild (Red)Equipment: Bokoblin weaponsUndercover LizalfosHead: Lizalfos MaskBody: Radiant Shirt (Green)Legs: Radiant Tights (Green)Equipment: Lizalfos weaponsMoblitHead: Moblin MaskBody: Climbing Gear (Blue)Legs: Barbarian Leggings (Light Blue)Equipment: Moblin weaponsKing of the WildHead: Lynel MaskBody: Barbarian Armor (Purple)Legs: Snow Boots (White)Equipment: Lynel Weapons, FiercenessTime TravellerA lost time jumper who looks like he's straight out of an 80's movie and I wouldn't have it any other way.Head: Topaz EarringsBody: Rubber Amor (White)Legs: Rubber Tights (Blue)Equipment: Ancient Weapons, Guardian WeaponsBlue Tunic (Link to the Past)You know it. I didn't expect it to work so well but, surprisingly, these colors work together really nicely (though the red tunic colors don't translate quite so well.) Once I decided to give this a try, I haven't really gone back: I love the look. No Hylian Shield here; the Gerudo Shield (instead) looks closest to the kind of art design in the shields of that game and the Feathered Edge is short, wide and squat enough to make the outfit really feel like it should.Head: Cap of the Wild (Light Yellow)Body: Tunic of the Wild (Blue)Legs: Trousers of the Wild (Light Yellow)Equipment: Feathered Edge, Gerudo ShieldShinobiOne of my favourite looks; the Demon Carver rims the Soldier's Shield near perfectly and all the colors match a deep midnight and gray look that I just love. I never tire of unsheathing these weapons; the way Link just pulls apart what looks like a contraception into distinct weapons is just so cool. Plus, it's a Ninja in modern sneakers with a Tron vibe; what's not to love?Head: Stealth Mask (Navy Blue)Body: Rubber Armor (Navy Blue)Legs: Rubber Tights (Navy Blue)Equipment: Demon Carver, Soldier's ShieldThe Night's WatchRight out of Game of Thrones (warning: heavy GoT spoilers). And, like the men of the Night's Watch, they are underfunded, under equipped and overwhelmed. Weak bows, no shields, and very low defence on the outfit. Even the Warm Doublet isn't enough to stand the colds North of North. Luckily, our Hero here is Azor Ahai reborn, and his great flaming sword not only fells most cold enemies in one blow, but helps to warm him when things get really bad. This is a risky outfit that makes the world dangerous (your weapon is also what's stopping the cold from consuming you) and as the white walkers close in around you, all you've left to fend them off is a burning sword and the knowledge that you are the shield that guards the realm of men...Head: Hylian Hood (Black)Body: Warm Doublet (Black)Legs: Snow Boots (Black)Equipment: Flamesblade, Wooden Bow/Soldier's BowOne Punch HeroI don't think I need to explain this one. You either get it completely or you don't at all. And yes, the Stealth Mask could have also worked but it just doesn't feel as Saitama with his face covered...Head: Hylian Hood (White)Body: Radiant Shirt (Yellow)Legs: Radiant Tights (Yellow)Equipment: Spring Loaded HammerPostmanThe classic sprinting hero of Hyrule messaging. A red Zora Helm probably works better as a cap but the Ancient helm just feels more official. I tried a variety of spears to try and get that flag look and, in the end, decided the stem of the Guardian Axe just worked. Plus it matched the helm. I love this outfit because it gives me the urge to just start hand people anything and everything. And sprint. Lots of sprinting.Head: Ancient Helm (Red)Body: Climbing Gear (White)Legs: Trousers of the Wild (White)Equipment: Guardian Axe ++IcarusOr Hermes, if you like; you'll get the look I was going for when you see it. There's no other weapon to go for other than the Falcon Bow and the Lightning Rod (though the Thunderblade and Radiant Shield make sense too); you're a demi god after all. Just equipping this outfit makes the game feel different; like you're lighter, can move faster, shoot further, jump higher. I've experimented with a bunch of colors and felt these worked the best and I really like how it came out in the end.Head: Snowquill Headdress (White)Body: Desert Voe Spaulder (White)Legs: Barbarian Leggings (Light Blue)Equipment: Great Falcon Bow, Lightning RodBonus - ExtrasHyrule Warriors Link (Green Hylian Hood, Green Hylian Tunic, Standard Hylian Trousers) - meant to resemble Hyrule Warriors' version of LinkLinkson (Light Yellow Climbing Bandana, Standard Climbing Gear, Pink Hylian Trousers) - inspired by the lovely Dodson and Co. You can go Light Yellow Trousers and Pink Bandana if you like but it feels less prominent that way :PEl Capitano (Light Blue Radiant Mask, Light Blue Trousers of the Wild) - for when the only weapon you need against Calamity Ganon is a flying elbow.Researcher/Scientist (Thunder Helm OR Brown Flamebreaker's Helm, White Hylian Tunic, Navy Blue Flamebreaker Boots) - for when you need to study animal patterns, collect samples or fill out the Compendium.Classic (Updated) - (Green Cap of the Wild, Green Hylian Tunic, Standard Hylian Trousers) - for an updated, adult version of the classic look.Punk - (Standard Climber's Bandana, Standard Climbing Gear, White Hylian Trousers) - maybe not the most creative outfit but one I loved wearing; the colors work wonderfully and if you're going to equip a mop or go snowboarding/sand surfing, this is the outfit to do it with.Bonus 2 - The Stoic Guardian of Hateno via /r/NintendoSwitch

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