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heliads · 10 months

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i've got my eye on you

Nico Rosberg has moved on from 2016; the silver war; all of it. So he thought, at least. Lewis is still here, though, and that makes the forgetting so much more difficult.

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Nico Rosberg is not lonely, most of the time. He’s a busy man; he meets a lot of people, takes them out to drinks or dinner parties, and exchanges LinkedIns as often as phone numbers. It’s a good life. Keeps him sane.

Sometimes, though. Sometimes, Nico finds himself waiting for something else, something better, something real. That’s when he crosses the line he swears he’ll never touch again and thinks about someone specific. There is a man living in his very same complex, someone who knows Nico better than the scores of environmental activists and Sky Sports reporters, and Nico doubts they’ll ever be the same again.

They were good in the beginning. Better than good, they were the best and everyone knew it. The silver arrows, finest of the fine. They had identical white race suits and the same exact drive to win. That’s where they ran into problems, of course, because the podium only has space for one king to have a crown. The other has to be left in the shadow, the cursed second place. No one could live like that forever. They certainly didn’t.

Still, they were the same in almost every aspect. Nico swapped up their hats once, towards the end. He had wanted to throttle whoever had the idea to make their merch so similar. They may be on the same damn team, but that doesn’t mean they have to match in everything else as well. Same logo, same colors, and then Nico had taken off his cap to fidget with it and saw Lewis’ name there instead of his own, embroidered into the black fabric with the precision of a machine stitch.

Funny how Nico can literally walk around wearing Lewis’ name against his skull, and they still have no more claim to each other than complete strangers. Worse than strangers, actually. They had once been everything.

Some days, he thinks about it all the time. Other days, he forces it out of his mind until he can almost delude himself into thinking it’ll never show up again. And, on other, worse days, such as this one, Nico walks into the lobby of his home building in Monaco, both of his daughters holding his hands, and he spots Lewis across the room, pulling a suitcase behind him. Must have been a race weekend. Nico knows it is, of course, fixates over every score like he’s still in it, but. It’s easier to pretend that he could forget.

Usually, Nico’s good at brushing off encounters like this, but they’re just too close for that tactic to work. Nico wasn’t expecting it; last night ended up being late, plus he’s been out with the girls all morning. That’s why he doesn’t just keep walking, why he actually stops and stares. Lewis comes to a standstill around the same time. Must be the jetlag getting to him. That, and the fact that they haven’t been face to face outside of a race or work setting in months.

Nico should keep moving. He doesn’t, even as his girls tug at his hands in confusion. They know of Lewis, certainly, they’ve seen pictures up on the fridge and online, but they didn’t know Lewis like Nico did. No one could.

“It’s good to see you,” Nico says uncertainly. Pleasantries never fail.

Lewis shudders slightly and nods. “Yeah, you too. Hope the girls are doing well,” he adds, as if he can’t see both blonde daughters right by Nico’s side. They’re still holding onto his hands, one apiece, and eyeing Lewis with wide, curious stares. They’ve inherited that from him already, it seems, the inability to look away.

“Do you two want some sweets?” Lewis asks suddenly. “I keep a bag in my luggage.”

Nico frowns, asks something asinine about drivers and nutritionists and fitness goals. Lewis just chuckles and says that he never actually opens the thing, just keeps it in the bag so he can practice self discipline or something else insane like that. God, he always tried to be the best of them.

His girls don’t know any of that sort of life, though, and won’t so long as Nico can help it, so they just clap their hands and plead for a treat or two. Nico gives the appropriate nod when it’s clear that Lewis is serious.

Lewis kneels down to the ground, unzips the top of his suitcase and pulls out a bag. Crisp, unopened, just as promised. Lewis’ resolve held all this time, then broken just now. The plastic tears easily. It doesn’t take much.

Lewis considers the bag. “I’ve always been fond of those. They remind me of some stuff I used to love a while back. They were from some small town, I don’t remember where.”

“Hoddesdon,” Nico says. He states the place aloud like he’s rattling off one of a thousand countries or capital cities, some bright child with a knack for memory games who will grow up into a man who knows too many languages but not enough people with whom to practice. “You’re talking about the candy from Hoddesdon.” Town near the place they used to kart together. Close enough to walk or bike from any hotel or flat. Two boys could do it easily if they were inclined to stay out all day and night, and they usually were.

Lewis’ head snaps up, and the brief look of shock and wonder reminds Nico of when they were kids. It’s the exact same expression Lewis would wear when Nico agreed to buy him some sweets. Even though Lewis would beg and plead with him all day long, the moment Nico said yes Lewis always looked surprised, as if he never truly expected that Nico would go along with it. That Nico would go along with him. Maybe that’s why Nico always caved. It meant he got to see that look again.

Painfully, it also reminds Nico of how Lewis had looked when he found out Nico was retiring in 2016. They were in the midst of a massive crowd with too many overlapping voices and faces, but somehow Nico had still been able to look out across the crowded room and sight Lewis the moment Nico opened his mouth and announced his retirement.

It had been the same expression then as now. The brief drop of his stomach like a roller coaster, the smooth spread of a poker face to cover up any emotional slips or wide eyes. All of it. Lewis had never told Nico any of this, of course, but Nico has known Lewis long enough to read his body, his mind, his entire life. It’s why he likes pointing out Lewis’ flaws on Sky Sports; just another way of proving that he’s still got it, that no matter how much Lewis changes, Nico Rosberg still knows exactly what makes him tick.

More often than not back then, it was Nico. It’s still Nico now whenever they awkwardly run into each other in their complex or Nico analyzes him a little too well on live TV.

Right now, though, Lewis is not angry at him, just caught off guard. Something in the back of Nico’s brain says that he likes that more. Nico scowls to himself and wonders why he hadn’t shut that voice up years ago.

“Yeah,” Lewis says at last, after a weighty pause that Nico isn’t entirely sure doesn’t solely happen in the confines of his own head, “Yeah, it was.”

To distract himself, Lewis remembers what he’s promised and hands some individually wrapped candies to the two blonde girls clustering in front of him. Nico remains where he is, watching as Lewis replaces the bag in his luggage again, closes the top, stands up and mumbles something about how he’d better get going. Crazy travel like always. You know how it is.

Nico does know. He nods, giving Lewis the reprieve he needs to head to the lift. Nico thinks that he might actually lose his mind if he was in the same small box rattling up to their floor, looking anywhere but at Lewis, so he diverts his girls to throw their trash away first and Lewis gets away. Another lift comes in a short time. Everything is just as it was before, but– not at all.

His daughters cheer over their new sweets, giggling down the hallway about how they were able to convince Mr. Hamilton to give up his secret stash. Nico is plagued by the sudden thought that if he had married Lewis like he’d wondered about all those years ago, if they had adopted these girls instead of them being Nico’s by bloodline, that he might laugh about their reaction being inherited from Lewis instead of, you know, from him. It makes Nico think about just how much of Lewis is left in him. It makes him question if any of Nico is trapped inside Lewis, waiting to be let free.

Even after he gets back to his place and locks the door carefully to guard against any unwholesome influences, Nico’s entire train of thought is rattled for the rest of the day. Nico has been trying his damndest to avoid Lewis every time they catch the lift or leave the building around the same time, and he knows full well Lewis has been doing the same. He’s all but admitted to it a few instances before.

This is why they play this elaborate game of hide and never seek, then. Nico lies awake at night, remembering paths he hasn’t gone over in a long time. The start. The glorious first act. How it had all broken to pieces. Nico had said before that he doesn’t regret the rivalry, that it only pushed them to greater heights, and he stands by that now. Still. That doesn’t mean his blood doesn’t run dark with grief to think of everything they once had that is gone forever now.

Nico can remember talking with his communications handler about it one time. He and Lewis had been fracturing for a while by then, but they’d only started showing it publicly for a few weeks. The guy had told Nico that this was good, actually, that people liked the slow burn death of it all. It was like watching a railway crash in slow motion, the guy had said. You know it’ll hurt and you know it’ll end badly but you just can’t look away for the life of you.

It had made Nico’s veins thrum with the unhappy sickness of needing to prove the truth to be a lie. He’d wanted to spit in the guy’s face; swear at him until he ran out of breath; go drag Lewis in front of a live camera and make out with him until their gums bled, just to prove that they were still totally fine.

Look where all that pent up self-justification got him, though. Nico and Lewis are hiding from each other in the same complex, too convinced that the other needs to change to ever leave. The comms handler must be laughing at them still, gleeful and victorious after Nico made him rich.

There was a lot that even the viewers didn’t see. It’s not like either of them really tried to hide it, how they broke apart, but even so. People only saw the same few photos of sun bleached hair and gap toothed grins and unicycles, they didn’t know all of it. Nico thinks that’s for the best. The thought that anyone could know even half of what they had is intrusive and wrong.

When he closes his eyes, he can see all of it at once, overlapped like a thousand magazine clippings. Sleeping over and staying out late and making the same stupid jokes every time. Trying each other’s food and loudly arguing irrelevant details and racing and racing and racing. Small nothings that only serve to make him smile. More important stuff. Secrets Nico has only kept to himself.

Nico has only kissed Lewis once. That’s not counting stupid things like kisses on cheeks, everyone knows those don’t actually matter. That’s why you can get away with doing them in the background of televised interviews, in large crowds, even next to your father. People wouldn’t care, anyway. They’d laugh and say that he and Lewis were European, that’s what they did. It wasn’t real. It could never be real. When you count up how many times Nico wanted to kiss Lewis and didn’t, though— well, that would be like damn near every day.

The one kiss was different. That was on purpose. He’s thinking about it now. It was late at night. 2015. Abu Dhabi. Nico had wanted to win that championship more than he’d wanted anything in his life. Maybe he’d fucked himself over in Austin, maybe even earlier, but it was still Lewis with the security of that title once the final race was over. He’d driven beneath the waving flag, he’d smiled and cheered in all the photographs, and Nico had felt this terrible sort of rage simmering beneath his bones.

The kiss had been later, at one in a successive chain of afterparties for both Mercedes drivers, technically, but mainly for Lewis. Lewis was the one who got it done. Lewis was the one who made them all proud. Lewis was also the one who pulled Nico aside when everyone else was busy getting shitfaced or screaming their heads off.

It had been dark. No one had seen. Lewis had grinned at him, asked Nico if he was really going to sulk the whole night. Nico had said something stupid like why shouldn’t I and give me a reason to stop and, well, Lewis had. Nico can still feel that night burned into him, taste it like all those times he drank champagne on a podium straight from Lewis’ hands. Salt and sweet and shameless.

Lewis had pulled away just a little, enough to smell the alcohol on his breath, and asked if he was better. Nico lied, said yes, and swore to himself that he would win the next championship just so the next time this happened, he would not be the one to suffer. Betrayed with a kiss. Nico had made a proper Judas after all. He can still see the faces of everyone at Mercedes after he walked out of that contract, how even Vivian had cautiously asked him if he was really sure this was what he wanted. No one knew Nico Rosberg at all, and that was exactly how he wanted it.

Still, though. Thinking about the past makes him think about the kiss. They may have been somewhere between tipsy and wasted when it happened, but Nico swears that it had been a long time coming since before the fights even started. It just took the ache of resentment to let them cross that bridge and leave it burning.

He shouldn’t think about it anymore. He definitely shouldn’t think about how he’s still in the same building as Lewis, so close. Viv is out with the girls at the moment. No one would know. If Lewis rejects him here and now, well, Nico can always go back to his green energy fanboys and YouTube subscribers to soothe his ego.

This is a bad idea, and Nico can’t help it. He paces back and forth on the hallway he thinks might be Lewis’, dragging his heels like Lewis might be able to sense his hesitation somewhere, wherever he is, and come out at last. At the start of it, Nico has about a thousand different things he wants to say, accusations and apologies and mundane pleasantries all.

At the end, when Lewis does come out of his room, Nico doesn’t say anything. Can’t say anything. Instead, he just sort of nods, raises a hand halfway like he’s doing that weird half-jog at the start of a crosswalk.

Lewis waits, silhouetted against the threshold of his door, and when it’s clear that Nico won’t be doing or saying a whole lot at the moment, smiles and asks, “What, come here often?”

It’s a stupid joke. Nico laughs anyway. “We both live here,” he says somewhat impetuously.

Lewis tilts his head to the side, considering this. “Not right here, I think.”

Nico narrows his eyes, debating whether he truly has to explain the abstractions of flat rooms versus buildings, but Lewis breaks into that light chuckle of his and Nico lets go of his irritation, he lets go.

“I’m kidding, man,” Lewis tells him, still unable to hide a laugh, “Just trying to mess with you. Can I ask why you’re here, though?”

It’s a fair question. Nico is, in fact, loitering outside of his former friend turned rival turned something’s door like he’s got nowhere better to be. He doesn’t, but that’s beside the point. Truth be told, Nico himself doesn’t entirely know why he’s here. It just seemed like the place he needed to be.

“I was thinking,” he begins, “About a lot, actually. It’s been a while.”

Lewis stares at him for a moment, eyes wide, and then all of a sudden his entire being relaxes and he opens the door a little more. Good of him for finally recognizing an olive branch when Nico offers it. God knows he’s been practically screaming it every interview they’ve shared, every time they’ve met each other’s eyes in the paddock when he was there with Sky Sports.

“Wow,” Lewis mumbles, “Yeah. That sounds– that sounds good.”

This time Nico can’t hide his derisive snort. “That’s terrible. We’ve been avoiding this for ages. I run into you, we act nice, then run off. We have to face this.”

A brief spark of anger flashes through Lewis’ eyes– good, that’s something Nico can handle, something familiar that they can both feel better about than this strange nothingness– but even that’s gone soon enough. Lewis doesn’t have to put up with him like a teammate, Nico supposes. Whatever they do from here on out is their own undoing, the red purely on their ledgers. He wants to drown in it.

Lewis knows this too, Nico can taste it like blood on a bitten tongue. They stand there for a moment longer, daring each other to take it further. It’s a familiar game, one they’ve played since kids. I’ll go faster if you do. You’ll jump off the bridge so long as I go first.

The heavy pause ends with the gasp of a caught breath. Lewis hesitates a bit, wobbling on the heels of his feet, then rocks back down to earth at last. “You can come in, you know. If you want to.”

The sentence sort of makes Nico sick. There was a time when he wouldn’t have had to offer such a thing at all. The invitation would have gone without question. Nico thinks he lived half of his childhood at Lewis’ place instead of his, in hotel rooms and bedrooms and streets behind houses. The other half Lewis was at Nico’s. The thought that at some point they would be grown and staring at each other, having to wait for a formal question to share each other’s space, is nothing short of horrific.

Still, it’s better than they’ve been for a long time. Nico can still feel Lewis’ gaze washing over him again and again, taking in the details. They’re older, both of them, but not beyond the urge to stare. He can feel the weight of it on his throat, heavy like a chain, and it robs him a little of his faux confidence.

Nico nods once, the movement jerky and unsteady. “Alright,” he says, smiles, loosens his collar, and follows Lewis in.

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amethystfairy1 · 29 days

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Hi there, new anon here bc I don’t use tumblr like, almost ever. apologies for the rambling about how I love ur AU’s that’s incoming. Or if I did this wrong. Idk how to use tumblr.

Ok SO, I’ve been following your AUs on AO3 for the past few months and first of all, love it, I love your continuity with metaphors or specific descriptors that span across works, like Grian’s banded wings, glamor as heat haze on tarmac, scott having hair like spun sugar, just AUGHHHH so good I love. Little details like that make me as a writer and ofc fanfic enjoyed foam at the mouth. It’s so vivid I can picture it in my mind, I love the eclectic feel of the undercity, the mechanical lore things like wagons in Traveling thieves or rail carts and labs in TTSBC! Don’t even get me started on the peice about Doc and Etho in the depths, that one is so so good.

And your phenomenal foreshadowing? Like first read through never guessed that avian at Fremeere’s was skizz, but I went back after your recent upload and wow it totally is! Or how first read of TTSBC I never thought the two directors were the same because I hopped around in the reading order, but now it’s wayyy too similar! And now I get why a past and long dead antagonist would have such a specific and recognizable speech pattern… eerie. I love it. Can’t wait to learn more about that storyline!! I wonder how much Tango knows about Doc’s history with the labs and if he realizes the connection after talking with Zedaph. Zedango my beloved! Or just tango content/lore in general hehe. (Also, I find it humorous that Grian and Tango’s boyfriends have almost the same trauma as their dad, lol) Also, love how close the characters are to being reunited in Traveling Thieves!! They’re so close!

Anywhoo, just stopped by to say that Cub is litterally providing scar/Hot Guy with weapons in Scar’s new episode, only to see that you already saw that ofc. I was litterally kicking my feet and squeaking about it bc it’s just like TTSBC and your AU makes me so genuinely happy to read and has me in a chokehold. But the rocket arrows?? That are Hot Guy brand color coded! And expensive and I can see character!Cub being exasperated about scar’s trigger happy use of the rockets in the same way he doesn’t call the lab the Hot Cave, hehe. Or Scar showing off to Grian that he’s not the only one who can shoot sparkly projectiles!

so yeah, ik you already saw that, but i wanted to share that it’s so perfect for TTSBC or else my brain would not leave me alone lmao

DON'T APOLOGIZE FOR THE RAMBLES

I LOVE RAMBLES!!!!

I'm so glad you love my little tells for the characters! Heat haze on tarmac, hair like spun sugar, stuff like that just feels like it helps make a certain trait pop and so I try to make sure every character has at least one of them! I'm so glad you enjoy the mechanical ascept of the AUs! Both TTSBC and TT have their own little things, moving parts that keep the worlds going!

I love trying to layer in foreshadowing when I can! Skizz appearing, but I purposefully didn't tag him as a character because, thanks to avian culture, he doesn't use his name, and so it's not until we get to see from his POV that we actually get confirmation that's him!

I have no idea what you're talking about with the director, tho, because she's totally dead! She died 24 years ago during the Anarchy! Any odd vocal ticks and specific dislikes for hypothesis is completely coincidental and should be, should be, should be disregarded. 😑

They do, don't they? Whoops. I guess Doc has a lot to relate to when it comes to his future sons-in-law, huh?

CUB IS THE GUY-IN-THE-CHAIR CONFIRMED!!!! AGGGH!

Thank you so much for your rambles I absolutely loved reading them!!!! 💖

#fanfic #ao3 fanfic #through the sky blue cracks #traveling thieves au #worldbuilding

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redhoodinternaldialectical · 5 days

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5 and 8 for Jason, and 19 and 21 for Tim?

Hello laufire :D I've seen you around in my notes a fair few times, thank you for the ask!

Jason first bc I am predictable 😌

5. First song that comes to mind for this character?

Dana Dan by Bloodywood! I had it as his theme song long before I started headcanoning him as religiously Hindu and the music video feels all the more appropriate now that I do!

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There are a LOT of runners up, sixteen in specific I could name off the top of my head bc I made a whole character playlist for him and I listen to it every time I drive (burned CD in my car :3)

8. What's something the fandom does when it comes to this character that you despise?

Hoo boy, that competition is FIERCE lol I try my best not to talk about it in terms of complaints though. That's just not the energy I wanna have most of the time. That being said, since you asked for some salt ye shall receive hehehe!

I think the through line of the most annoying stuff is that people will point at something Jason did in his villain era and twist it wildly out of proportion into something unequivocally EVIL and then everyone else will (incorrectly imo!!!) claim that it's out of character and due to writers that hated him and we should throw it out.

The worst example of this by far is his fight with Mia Dearden

First of all, it was written by JUDD FUCKING WINICK so yeah this was not a matter of an unfavorable writer!! Second of all, I think it's a goddamned masterpiece of a comic, and THE successor to UtRH

So like you have the second Robin, born into grinding poverty, having to commit crime to survive, joining up with a vigilante mentor, and killing someone for the greater good, and then being utterly destroyed... and then you have the second Speedy, born into grinding poverty, having to commit crime to survive, joining up with a vigilante mentor, and killing someone for the greater good, and then growing from that to become a fully fledged hero in her own right! So similar and yet their paths have been so different with Mia healing and becoming even stronger and Jason having been isolated and pushed to villainous extremes.

Then during that confrontation each of them know about the other through hearsay and research, but have never met before. Each make their own assumptions and then prove that they are more than what was assumed of them! Jason makes a deeply flawed but earnest attempt to try and connect with Mia and she rejects it because she has the support he never did and therefore has already long ago grown passed what has destroyed and consumed him!!

And some people REDUCE their fight to just "evil scawy Jason trying to hurt poor widdwe Mia"???????????????????????????? Might I challenge those responsible to a duel of paintball rifles at dawn?!?!?!?

Kinda the entire fucking point of an antagonist is to let the complexities and nuances of the characters shine, and that's doubly true of antagonists that used to be protagonists! Mia and Jason are such amazing narrative foils for each other, and tbh, Jason himself is an extremely good foil in general! On top of that the Arrows have long been foils of the Bats, so Bruce and Ollie also foil each other in the background brilliantly as Jason runs rings around them both!!!!

I would need to start pulling up pictures of comic pages and write a full length essay to get into proper depth with it (And I do intend to eventually!!) but the way they each interact with that fight and with their own histories going into it is great for both characters and it's just... gah... basically my favorite comic ever and it's stuck in this meaningless tug of war over "characterization" from two sides who both mostly haven't read the damned thing, let alone properly dug into the analysis of why Jason did any of that or what it might mean to Mia beyond just being unpleasant...

I would KILL to get DC to let me write a Mia and Jason comic. There's so much fun shit that they could do together, no matter if they were allied or enemies, I'm gonna have to write it as fanfiction tbh, but the fact that Green Arrow (2001) #69 - #72 is completely ignored until someone wants to use it as flat proof of 'Jason bad and ur bad for liking him' is just...

Le sigh...

Anyway what the fuck was I doing? Answering an ask lol??

Okay here we go: Timmy Time!

19. A relationship in canon that you don't like?

Its gotta be Steph simply due to how badly it was mishandled. As usual with female characters, I feel like Steph's nuance and strength as a character was in direct conflict with how the authors implemented her narrative role as a love interest. The fact that Tim was flat out casually misogynistic to her for her whole introduction and it wasn't treated properly as a flaw is a deal-breaker for me. The amount of Steph's Wikipedia biography that's Tim's love life makes me want to commit arson. The ship itself in isolation from much of the canon may have potential, and the canon material itself isn't all bad by any means, but to me the relationship still feels like a net loss.

21. I do indeed write, uh, a considerable amount of fanfiction about this dude, so: What's your favorite thing to do in fics when it comes to this character? Something that you don't like?

I like making him more unhinged. Or rather, I interpret his early actions as having been spectacularly unhinged, and like to imagine he kept that energy up into later years. I'm so not interested in Tim being a well adjusted person tbh I want him in my wonderful little Freak 4 Freak ship being spectacularly messed up and incredibly weird with nonsensical ideas about how boundaries work

For what I don't like... Hmmmm, this one's a little hard to answer because most of that falls into the neutral category of stuff I have no interest in writing at all, and so I just don't lol

I suppose I don't like to do apologies, though I have written one. I like to get down into the messy depths of sympathy and resentment by having him talk about those conflicts with the allies that have hurt him. However, I think the direct contrition and simplicity of apologies has less and less appeal to me the more I develop as a writer. Apologies retroactively cement an idea of fault and blame. I think there's more room for exploration in having the characters talk through all of the components of the issue without ever having that particular kind of confrontation.

Thank you very much again for the ask!!! I hope this was a fun read :3

#jason todd #tim drake #damian's tomfoolery

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tobitofunction · 1 year

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Sweet Child of Mine Part 2

kinda will be linked to tears of a kingdom

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Link was about mount Epona when he heard someone call his name, to be more specific it was his boys,” Master Link, where are you going?” Alec asked,” I need to go to your Village, they need my help,” he said rubbing Alec’s head,” Can I come as well?” he said looking up at him with big eyes, Link sighed and smiled softly before kneeling down to his level,” I’m sorry but it’s not safe, someone got hurt and we don’t know the extent of it,” he said not revealing everything just enough to make him know it’s serious,” Is it Dad?” he asked, Link, licked his lip and nodded sadly,” Your….your Father will be fine-“,” You just said you don’t the extent of it”, Link chuckled slightly,” You reminded me of your mother so much, she notices all the small details. Yes, I don’t know the extent of this, but I know that your father is a strong man. He won’t leave you” Jace nodded sadly making Link’s heart clench,” Do me a favour? Look out for your brothers and your Mom. She is still weak from giving birth, your a Sheikah and a champion son” Link began, cupping his son’s cheek and gently rubbing the fats of his cheek with his thumb,” So I know you to be perfect for the job, or?”,” I won’t let you down Master Link” Alec said before hugging the hero of Hyrule. Link closed his eyes and buried his nose into Jace's shoulder, he didn’t want to let go. A piece of him ever so slightly wants the Sheikah to be gone, he wants Jace to call him Dad, to have you in his arms every night but he knew why it can’t be like that, if Ganon's followers find out about you and the boys, you all be dead, so with a heavy heart he pulled away from the young boy and mounted Epona,” Goodbye Master Link” Alec said waving after Link as he rode off.

You watched Link ride off from the balcony, Jace was asleep in your arms,” He be fine” Zelda said from behind you,” It’s not Link, I’m worried about” you answered,” Priven will be fine as well, we have the technology to safe him” Zelda said rubbing your shoulder,” Have the champions been alerted?”,”Sidon is on his way to the village the others will be coming here again” Zelda said making you nod.

Much to Link’s surprise, he got to Karaiko village without a hitch, he tight Epona to a tree close to Imp’s house before quickly running up the stairs and into the house,” Master Link, good that you are here” Impa said gratefully,” How’s Proven doing?”, Impa sighed and looked at Paya whose fiddling with a wet towel,” He's in a coma, he lost to much blood and he has a concussion” she said quietly,” Can I see him?” Paya nodded and guided him to her brother, Link scanned the Sheikah male, parts of his silver hair turned into a light pink, due to the blood most likely, he was pale, his chest raised in an unsteady manner, his face was bruised and still has evidence of dried of blood on it in parts,” How did you find him?”,”He fell from his horse in the attack, hence the concussion, we think he might have been hit by an arrow. His horse in the attack ran off close to the village. He was still awake when we got to him, he was bloodied, talking nonsense the only thing we got was Yiga before he fell unconscious” she said placing the wet towel on his forehead,” How’s the baby? Is he okay? Is Y/N okay?”,”Yeah, it’s not her first baby, she did well. Alec wanted to join, but I tasked him with protecting his family” he smiled softly sitting down next to Paya,” That’s good” she slightly nervous,” Still nervous around me?” he teased making her blush,” Emmm, I.... you...I...I need to get more water” she said quickly getting up leaving the room, Link smiled after her but once she was away Link looked sadly at the man in front of him,” Priven if you can hear me. Please fight, you need to live, you have a family do it for them, do for....the boys.... they're too young to lose their father” he said.

“So what do you have in mind, my Queen?” Teba asked at the meeting, you were sitting beside Zelda, staring at the table mindlessly,” Unfortunately until we know why the attack happened we can’t do anything, but we need to be more careful from now on. Don’t travel alone, and send a message once you arrived at the destination” Zelda said making everyone nod,” Fine, we can do that”,” But for the time being I want you to stay in the castle, at least until Link is back with whatever news he can get” everyone nodded again.

Link was riding back home when he heard a familiar cackling, he looked to his left and saw multiple Yiga clan members appearing, some have their bows drawn at him while others sprinted at him with an inhuman speed with their swords, Link jumped of Epona and pulled out his trusty Master Sword and his Shield before meeting them halfway.

“Why did you attack Priven?” Link asked one of the still conscious Yiga, Link was holding by the shirt, his boot pressed against his arm so he can’t use his sword to attack him, the Yiga smirk was seen from between his unbroken mask, blood seeping from his mouth,” Say something” Link hissed now pressing his other boot into his stomach making him cough up blood,” Ganon is awaking, his true form, all of us have seen him within our dreams, he’s awaking” he said making Link’s eyes widen, he stepped away from the Yiga,” And not even you Hero of Hyrule can stop him. That Sheikah boy was just a way of getting a message out of there” he continued but Link slowly backed away towards Epona, the Yiga was to injured to follow him, but something the Yiga said next made his blood run cold.

Meanwhile, you were watching the kids Laenor was happily playing with the egg Sheikah egg they have built meanwhile Alec was standing beside the door with his wooden training sword,” My sweet boy, nothing will happen to us. The Palace is filled with trained guards”, you said walking towards him, you ruffled his hair before cupping his warm cheek,” Master Link told me to take of you, so I will do it” he said pushing your hand away gently,” You do know I am a champion and can protect myself” you smiled,” I know but you just a baby mom, until your fit again and Dad or Master Link is back I will protect you” he said making your heart melt,” I want to protect you to Mommy” Laenor said abandoning the egg and grabbing his own training sword but Alec shook his head,” No, your too young just play with your egg” Alec said pushing his brother away from him making him pout,”Okay enough protecting, let’s get something to eat, go the kitchen and I will get your brother” At the mention of food both boys faces light up, simountasly dropping their swords and rushing out the room towards the kitchen, you smiled after them, they truly did get their love of food from Link. You then walked towards the crib and saw that Jace was awake, he looked at you with curious eyes as you lifted him into your arms,”Good morning my love” you whispered against his cheek. Jace yawned at the gesture, his eyes opening slightly revealing blue eyes, the same eye colour as Link.

Link meanwhile arrived back at the castle a stable boy appearing beside him,” Master Link” he said bowing his head, grabbing Epona’s rains,” Where is Lady Y/N and her children?” he said, usually he gives the Stable boy and nod and a thank you but what the Yiga clan soldier said made his morals go out the window. The young boy blinked,” I don’t know Sir,but I assume she’s in their room” Link nodded and walked towards the castle leaving the boy with his horse.

You were feeding your son when Link bursts into the room, thankfully your body didn’t jump otherwise it would interrupt Jace’s meal.” Where are the boys?” he asked looking around,” I send them into the kitchen.Link what’s wrong? What happened to Priven?”,” I tell you with time but I need to check on the boys, stay here”. Link left leaving you perplexed behind.

Alec and Laenor were eating peacefully in the kitchen when Link walked in, a weight fell off his soul when he saw the boys eating away on the mushroom soup, a receipt which he taught them himself,” Master Link” Laenor said, climbing of his stool and ran towards Link, hugging my by the waist,” How were you adventure” Laenor asked looking up at him, his arms still wrapped around his waist,”Good, I’m glad nothing happened to you two” he said making Alec furrow his brows,”Let’s go to your mother” he said gently pulling Laenor off him.

“Your father, he’s in a coma” Link began as you all have settled down in your room, you gasped softly, your boys cocked their head not really understanding what that means,” He’s sleeping and we don’t know when he will wake up” Link said seeing the confusion on the boys face,”But he will wake up, right Master Link?” Laenor asked, Link sighed and rubbed the back of his neck,” Only the Goddess Hylia will know” you said caressing his head,”Y/N, I called for a meeting with the Queen, it will start once Sidon arrives”Link said after awhile, you looked at him, his was didn’t show anything but his eyes held worry, maybe even fear, something you only saw once in his eyes, the time where he was about face Calamity Ganon,”Stay here in your rooms, I get a maid to look after you” you said.

“How’s Priven condition?” Zelda asked Sidon,” Better, still not awake but his breathing is better, his wounds I was able to heal but the rest is up to him, it’s up to his will to live now” Sidon said, Zelda nodded and than turned to Link,”Link, you called this meeting because of other matters, do like to speak on them” Link looked up at the Queen before looking at you,”I was attacked by the Yiga clan on my way back to the Castle. The attack on Priven was to get a message across.... Ganon is awakening, his true form that is” he said,”But, he was destroyed ages ago?” you said making the other champions nod,”He has, but his remains have been buried deep underneath the castle, there was always a small possibilty for Ganon’s true form to come back” Zelda said trying to stay calm,”What can we do?”,” We go down to see, strike him with we have.... and I mean you and I” Link said,”We are champions we can help” Riju said standing up,” If anything happened down there I want to make sure people are there to defend Hyrule, you are those people” Link said looking around the table,” Zelda and I wield parts of the Triforce, we need to go down” he added,” So be it. We be leaving at dawn” Zelda said making Link nod his head.

“Y/N, can I talk to you” Link said grabbing your arm,”Of course” Link pulled you to an empty corridor,” The Yiga member, knew that the boys weren’t Priven’s” your blood went cold,” I feared this will happen” you said picking at your skin,” I will protect this family, no matter the cause, don’t let the boys leave the castle. Have a weapon on you-” he stops mid sentence and pulled an ancient knife out of his back pocket, the glowing blue light illuminated his feature,”Take this. I’m so sorry” he whispered pulling you into his embrace,” Why are apologising, we both wanted to be together in a way” you said,” This situation happened because I was scared of you being targeted and yet here you targets which the enemy knows about” he said pulling away from you, he pressed his lips against your forehead and cupped your cheek while staring into your eyes,”I love you and the children with everything I have”

Link held the rains of the animal which Zelda was riding on with one hand and with the other the torch which helped illuminate the way. His mind was only half their,”Link?” Zelda called out but only got a hmmm in response,” LINK?” she tried again but nothing, she huffed and grabbed a bred roll and aimed it for her friends head,”LINK” she shouted as the bread roll made contact with his head making him stop in his tracks,”What was that for?” he asked as Zelda jumped off the animal,”Your mind is not fully here? What’s worrying you” Link licked his lips,”The Yiga clan knows that I’m the father of Y/N kids, and if the have some sort connection to Ganon he knows too, if he wakes up-” Zelda cuts him off with a hug,” I won’t let that happen Link, the children will be safe. We make sure of it” she smiled letting go of him, Link smiled back weakly,”How far still?”,” We walked-”,”We?” Linked teased,” We’re nearly there, tie it up here, won’t have much space for it” Zelda said before sticking her tongue out and grabbing the torch out of Link’s hand to walk ahead.

Soon red energy started to appear as they walked closer to where Ganon was buried,”I don’t like the look of those” Zelda said eyeing the energy which stretched into darkness,” It looks like Malice”,” Don’t touch it” Zelda hissed seeing Link reach for it. The deeper the walked into the more of them appeared, a distance green glow was also seen, stepping closer and closer until they find themselves in a large room, the streaks of malice which floated in the air all pointed to a slumber muified body in the middle, above his head was spiral of glowing green energy in form of words,” Ganon true form” Zelda whispered as Link stepped closer to her. Link looked closer and saw what seemed to be hand pressing onto the chest, it also seemed to be the source of the green light,”See that hand? It seems to hold the body in place” Link said,” Yeah, he’s sealed a way still. Look at the Jewellery, the Gerudo symbol” she added at the end she wanted to step closer but Link grabbed her wrist and shook his head,” The hand is sealing him away Link and has for thousand of years, we’re safe. The Yiga clan just wanted to scare us” Zelda said and stepped closer anyway, Link had an uneasy feeling build in stomach as he watched Zelda get closer to the corpse. Just as Zelda was only couple of feet away the body began to rumble, the malice surrounding did also, everything actually began to move,”Zelda get away from there” Link said and she did stumbling into Link’s just as the cracking of his body became more intesnse, Link pulled out his sword when he felt a burning sensation on his arm,”Link your arm” Zelda gasped making him look down, the Malice has found it self on his arm burning away on the cloth and his flesh, he placed the sword back when he heard the sound of stones crumbling behind him,” Zelda stay close” he said when everything began shaking intensely, the floor became unstable making Zelda stagger backwards, Link wanted to reach for her but the pain in arm was to intense and in just matter of seconds he saw Zelda slip and fall into Darkness,”NO!” he screamed and dived after hear, ignoring the pain in his arms.

Link found him self back where he started, the animal which he tied up was looking at him curiously, he looked at the entrance and saw that it was blocked offf by stone, he looked down at his arm, black with blood seeping through the torn skin, he pulled his sword out with his other arm and his eyes widened the blade was melted off,”This is not good” he said.

“Mom, Master Link is back” Alec said pulling at your sleeve and pulled out on the balcony, there he was cradling his arm close to his body rushing into the castle,”Stay here, don’t leave the room under any circumstances, the same goes for the balcony” you said closing the balcony doors making your son frown,”Why?”,”Cause I said so” you kissed Laenors head who was playing withe Sheikah egg.

“Link what happened? Where is Zelda?” you asked after finding him in his room, Sidon by side healing his arm,” Ganon awoke, everything went so quick. One second his body was being sealed by this weird green arm with enegry coming out if it and the next Zelda falls into the darkness, my arm....is burned, and the Master Sword-”he said said pulling out the sword making Sidon stop what he was doing,”How is that possible?” you gasped,” Tell everyone to pack their bags, we be evacuating the whole castle and surrounding area” he said making Sidon nod and leave the room,”That goes for you too, pack your bags we heading for Kakariko” he said,” You be leaving? To find Zelda and defeat Ganon”,”I said I will protect you and the children” he said cupping your cheeks, he caressed the skin wit his thump, you pressed your lips against his, the kiss was something you only shared so rarely, the only time you kissed like this was when you made love. “Please be careful Link, I’m begging you” you said against his lips,” I love you so much” he said. Unbeknownst to the two of you Alec was peeping through the crack in the door, a small gasp left his lips seeing the two of you, he softly moved away from the door. Questions flowing through his head which he never thought about before.

Laenor was sitting in front of you while Jace was strapped onto your chest, Alec was holding onto Link’s waist. The ride was silent,”Mom, do we have to leave? I like the Castle more than Kakariko” Laenor said,”Yes, my sweet boy. You have family in Kakariko. Your brother will be the leader soon as well, so it’s good to spend some time there” you said looking down at him. Link gave you a soft look, Jace narrowed his eyes at him,” What does my mom mean to you Master Link?”,Link was taken back at the question,” She’s my friend, a fellow champion, an amazing warrior, someone I’m glad I have in my life” Link said making Jace nod.

Purah greeted you all,”Hey Linky- what happened to your arm?” she gasped seeing Link’s burned arm,”Let’s talk inside” you said, Paya volunteered to look after the children while you and Linked talked to the rest,” So he’s truly awake and he took Zelda? That’s not good, not in the slightest. That explains the more frequent attacks of Bokblins and others on everyone” Impa said,”How’s Priven?” you asked,”Better, all thanks to Sidon, he woke up for a couple of minutes until he fell back asleep” you smiled at Impa,”Linky, your arm looks awful, nothing much we can do about it but we can replace it maybe?”,”Replace?” Link asked,”The glowing hand gave me an idea? You have the Sheikah slate with you right? Let’s travel to my lab and we get started” she said,”Before we go there is another thing” Link said, he pulled out the sword,” The Master Sword” Purah said,” The sword is special yes but so are you Link, go with Purah. Once your fixed we discuss everything further”.

Priven was awake again, he was sitting up and looking out the window when you walked in,”Priven, your awake” you gasped running over to him,”Yeah, everything hurts like hell, but at least I’m alive....I heard everything from up here, it doesn’t look good for Hyrule” he said squeezing your hand,”Link will fix it, he’s the chosen one, he will do it” Priven nodded,”Are the children okay?”,”They’re with your sister. I’m glad your okay....the Yiga clan, did they tell you-”,”That they know I’m not the father, yes, I love our boys, I’m slapping myself for not being able to protect you” he said getting angry with himself,”Don’t, you need to heal. I’m of no use either, that doesn’t make feel great either but we can’t change that, we just need to make sure the boys don’t find out much about what’s happening. They’re to young for all of this” you said making Priven nod.

Link came back late the next day,”That was quick” you smiled bouncing Jace in your arms,”Yes” he held up his arm, it was covered in a dark metal decorated with gold,”Very handsome” you smiled,”It’s linked to the Sheikah slate, so I don’t need to use it physically anymore”,”Wow, Purah did all of that in such a small time” you nodded impressed,”I need to go now” he said making frown and sigh, Link looked at Laenor and Alec who where playing with the other Sheikah children,”Boys, say goodbye to Master Link” you called out,”Where you going Master Link?” Laenor asked giving him a quick hug,” I’m going on another adventure, I would love to take you with me but it’s a dangerous one, I need the two of you take care of each other and your...parents, they’re currently not at full health” Link said ruffling Laenors hair,”Yes sir” he said before running back to his friends. Alec was standing beside you, his head hung low,”Alec, what’s wrong?” Link asked using his index finger to push Jace’s head up,”I will return, I promise” he said softly, Alec nodded softl. Link turned to the sleeping baby in your arms, he gave you a soft look before focusing back on the baby who was slowly waking up. Link pressed his lips gently against the boy’s forehead,” When we meet again, I be a. stranger” he said breaking your heart, you held back tears, not looking into Link’s eyes when his focus was back on you. Alec observed your interaction, even at his young age he could the pain building inside the both of you.

He than mounted Epona, just than Priven walked outside the house with the help of his sister. Link gave him a nod before riding off. Alec looked after his as he vanished between the mountains. You tucked a piece of hair behind his ear,”We be in contact” you smiled rubbing his shoulder,”Is Master Link my father?”Alec asked quietly,” Am I a bastard?” he asked turning to you, your eyes widened and your heartbeat picked up, you looked around to see if anyone heard his question,” Your loved by your family, that’s all that matters” you said rubbing his head gently. You could see he wasn’t happy with that answer but he didn’t dig further,”Let’s go inside, dinner is ready soon”

#legend of zelda link #botw link #loz link x reader #loz link #link x reader #botw link x reader #botw link x fem!reader #breath of the wild #tears of the kingdom

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naesarangyunho · 1 year

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As You Are- Jeong Yunho

Synopsis: Dating an idol was never easy, at least not at first, but after over two years of her and Yunho dating, things had calmed almost completely and atiny just accepted her as a constant in Yunho's life. Y/n has a run in with an anti for the first time in a long time and her words have her hurt and doubting herself a little. Yunho wastes no time in dropping everything to go and comfort her.

Contains: emotional hurt/comfort, established relationship, idol/non-idol relationship, fluff, people are mean, Yunho is best boy and so in love. Yunho curses like once.

[Word count: 1.3k]

A/N: I'm trying to clear out my drafts and found this in there, complete already. I have no recollection of writing it but apparently I did.

Yunho was ripped from his messy daytime dream by the sound of his phone ringing loudly by his ear on the bed.

He would've just silenced it and continued his nap if it wasn't for the fact that it was the ringtone he specifically set for his girlfriend. So, he forced his eyes open and sluggishly reached for the device, accepting the call and holding the phone to his ear as he lay in bed.

"Hello?" He mumbled drowsily, his eyes closing of their own accord.

"Yunho?"

Her voice was tiny and suddenly he was very awake, jolting upright and holding the phone firmly to his ear, "What's wrong, my love?"

He heard a sniffle on the other side of the line and the sound broke his heart.

"It's nothing I just…" She cut herself off with a little sob and Yunho was jumping out of bed and pulling on a jacket without a second thought.

"Are you home?"

"Yes-"

"I'm on my way."

"But Yunho don't you have schedules or-"

"Even if I did, I wouldn't care. You need me so I'm coming."

"Yunho-"

"See you in ten, love." and he cut the call before she could protest anymore.

He shoved a cap over his bedhead, tugged a mask on and he rushed across the dorm to the front door. He quickly shuffled his feet into some sneakers before leaving the building, not bothering to call his manager for a ride, settling on an Uber instead.

***

Y/n replayed the interaction from earlier that had turned her into this pathetic, sniffling mess in her mind as she waited for Yunho to reach her flat.

"What can I get you?" The barista asked when Y/n stepped up to the counter. Being in a good mood but also feeling a little chilly courtesy of the late autumn weather she decided to deviate from her usual latte.

"Spiced pumpkin chai latte, please." She ordered and the barista nodded and scribbled it down on her pad before looking up at her again.

"What name should I write down?"

"Y/n."

A flicker of recognition flashed through the barista's eyes and she took a closer look at Y/n, studying her features carefully.

"As in, L/n Y/n?"

Oh, shit.

Y/n smiled awkwardly, "Yeah."

The barista stared a moment longer before she scoffed, "Those articles were just glowing reviews, weren't they? Did they edit those photos?"

Y/n frowned, "What?"

"They made you seem so amazing, and the way he speaks about you as well…" The employee sneered.

"Pardon?" Y/n's heart dropped into the pit of her stomach. It had been so long since she'd been recognised in public, the hype over her and Yunho's relationship dying down after over two years and it had been a long time since she'd been insulted in public.

"There's nothing special about you. Average. Maybe below average. To think Yunho actually settled for someone like you…"

She knew she shouldn't let the words get to her but even after having heard worse than that, the words were still like arrows in her heart because despite the reassurance and love from Yunho she'd always had that nagging voice in her mind that believed everything antis said. She knew that she wasn't exactly a bombshell beauty. She wasn't an idol. She wasn't an actress. She wasn't a model. She didn't work in the entertainment industry in any capacity. She wasn't talented. She wasn't-

"Would have thought by the way he talks about you in lives that you would be extraordinary but you're just…ordinary. Not even that attractive." She continued, eyes still burning into Y/n.

The barista wasn't even creative with her insults, Y/n had heard worse, but her words hurt nevertheless. She felt tears well up in her eyes and the barista noticed.

"Are you going to cry? Fucking pathetic." The woman snorted.

Y/n had run out the store, completely forgetting about her order or the chill sinking into her bones from the weather.

There was a sharp rapping on her door and when she didn't respond, Yunho let himself in with his spare key.

"Sweetheart?" Yunho called out as he entered her flat and shuffled out of his shoes, eyes scanning the place for his girlfriend.

Eventually he found her in her bedroom, sitting up against her headboard with her legs brought in against her chest as she leaned her head down on her knees.

She looked up as she heard her bedroom door creak open and tears finally spilled down her cheeks as she lay eyes on Yunho, concern painting his features and his nose and cheeks flushed pink from the cold air outside.

"Oh, sweetheart," He exhaled when he saw her streaked cheeks and he instantly made his way over to her, joining her against the headboard and pulling her into his arms.

She sobbed into his chest and he kissed her hair, "What happened, my love?"

She just shook her head, fingers clinging to the fabric of his sweatshirt as she cried into his chest.

He stroked her back in soft circles, "It's okay, let it all out. I'm right here."

He kissed her hair, "I love you so much."

A little sob escaped her and she looked up at him, cringing at the fact that she was probably all snotty and puffy but he just smiled gently at her and cupped her face in his warm hands.

"I'm here, love." His eyes were full of concern and she felt-

"Pathetic. I'm pathetic." She bit out, so upset with herself for reacting like this.

He shook his head and his thumbs stroked her wet cheeks, "You are not."

"I am. I'm letting her stupid words get to me."

He frowned, "Whose words?"

"This girl at the coffee shop. She recognised me."

Anger settled in his gaze, "What did she say to you?"

Y/n felt tears well up in her eyes again, "Sh-She said you could do better. She said I'm below average, not even that attractive and called me pathetic. She implied that you were lying with the way you describe me."

Yunho's jaw tensed, "I thought that these people were past this. It's been over two years. Our relationship is none of their business."

"Don't you think she's right, at least a little? I'm not a model, I'm not-"

"Don't you dare. Don't you dare let some dumb bitch's words get to you. Not for a second have I ever thought those things about you. You don't need to be a model or an idol or all that crap. You're gorgeous and perfect enough. I love you exactly as you are…even though you're a boring accountant."

A little huff of a laugh left her at that last comment and she sniffed, cringing at the noise as she wiped her face with her sleeves. Yunho leaned over, snatched some tissues from the box on her bedside table and handed them to her. He didn't even blink when she blew her nose with a wet sound. He didn't care about whether she was put together or messy. After the over two years in which he'd held her hair back as she puked or looked after when she got food poisoning that one time from dodgy take out sushi and so much more, stuff like that didn't matter to him. He loved her at her best and at her worst and he always would.

#kpop #ateez #kpop fanfic #y/n #jeong yunho #ateez yunho #ateez fluff #hurt/comfort #established relationship #yunho fluff

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hydrate-or-diedrate · 7 months

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I don't even know what day it is

(It's day 20)

(Specifically of reading homestuck)

Point and click with John wahoo

What are we just going to the crashed car and moving on?

Oh it just wouldn't let me click the arrow for a bit I see

Hi Roxy!

Elevatorstuck, with Meows

sup

I so very badly want to know what their options actually were 👀👀👀

So "something something loss" was the other option great to know x)

Not to be a filthy little Legend of zelda fan in the honestuck live react but this is such "fanon idea Link of link's awakening waking up from the dream and having to battle with himself over whether it was even real" vibes

Off we go, into the blank ass yonder x)

"Rumble royal with mangaka dudebro, lord of the shitwanks" gotta love roxy

John this is very much not the right place or time

WOAH PASSWORD STUFF?

I also can't believe that worked

Vriska and Meenah's friendship is very cute

Slowly rotating horse cylinder

SGDJHDGDJ TEREZI DRAWING HER OWN CHALK OUTLINE LMAOOO

Hi dead Jane!

YES MORE TROLLSONAS

Making OCs at the drop of a hat is self care you can't change my mind because I'm right

Oh fuck you Terezi, I do have to remember the numbers in the passwords >:/

"Ooh, look! Another space tragedy."

Popped into a girl's bedroom, stole a stuffed dragon, nbd

snif

"you don't need him." Well that's vague

Oho? This Jane's story is different than I remember

Oh yeah this is way different

Oh damn funeral time

That I'd such a shallow grave, Rox

The witness has been deployed

HMM THATS A VERY SUSPICIOUS SHADOW

John your extra notes are worrying me

HONK

Uh oh the girlies tripped off a cliff

They rollin

I swear if they do the cheesy "whu oh we fell on top of eachother guess we gotta kiss" thing

GODDAMIT

CUEBALL GO AWAY FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

HELL YEAH JOHN FUCK HER UP

Oh gosh Terezi stop trying to grab the scarf

Karkat is here

Everything is falling apart again aw beans

Ah how I miss when Karkat could be angry about stupid things instead of life threatening things 😌

Awww John and Roxy are holding hands

Aw fuck, bye bye everything I guess

shes8ack, whatever that means

Dang we got the monument valley music and everything

NO JADE I WANT TO KNOW THE WHO DAMMIT

Oh they're not dead?

Vriska!

Okay I guess it has been a while since Caliborn's Fuck Around and Find Out Hour

Homosuck Swan Song

I don't appreciate that Caliborn has apparently drawn pictures of Callies supposed safe space

STOP MOTION?

Shit, this is actually good stop motion! Congrats on developing your style Caliborn (but also fuck u)

"IT LOOKED LIKE I COULD USE MY RAINBOW SEIZURE FIELD TO OVERPOWER HIS MASSIVE GAY HOPE BUBBLE. ALAS."

Yogurtboner

SFJSGDKDJJDKDH CAL CONSPIRACY SEQUENCE

Vriskagram

Okay fine Vriska you're off my shitlist since you've been being a good girl

Help this is too cute

I find it funny how Vriska was so important to shit not going sideways but I still do not appreciate her self-centeredness lol

Them

Lalonde reunionnnn

I just want to mention that we have yet to see Dave bleat like a goat unless I'm stupid and missed it

Piss

#breadstuck

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mauesartetc · 2 years

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High Guardian Spice Redesigns: Mermaid Edition

I just couldn’t stay away. Let’s dive back in (pun very much intended) to some High Guardian seas.

Part 1 and Part 2 of this series covered the show’s general issues and the thought process behind my redesigns in depth, but as a quick recap:

I’ve styled the new art direction after 17th-century woodcuts depicting witchcraft (what with the magic in the story and all)

The master palette is reduced to six base colors, all taken from spices

Everyone’s pupils are now drawn like Snapdragon’s for the sake of consistency and making the art style look more unique

Now let’s look at the results of the mermaid transformation sequence and see what needs improvement:

(Screenshot from this video, and I must say the music and sound effects add some much-needed excitement to the scene, even with the sluggish pacing that holds the animation back.)

For starters, the tail colors seem a bit random. They don’t echo the girls’ hair, skin, eyes, or the clothes they wore on land - with one exception. Parsley’s tail matches her hair, giving me an idea as to how to make the tails more consistent across the board.

Also, the tailfins look pretty generic, like the first thing someone would doodle when they were bored without doing any research. What if the tails were inspired by fish that match each girl’s personality?

Plus, the weight of Parsley’s hammer would make it difficult for her to swim upward, while the water would significantly slow down Thyme’s arrows. And yet they get to keep their weapons while Caraway takes Rosemary’s sword? Yeah, it’d make more sense for them to leave all their usual weapons on land (except maybe Sage’s terrasphere-?) and take light, water-friendly knives for self defense during their mission.

Bit of a nitpick, BUT: I get why Rosemary and Sage’s hair is loose now, since the free-flowing look jives better with the whole mermaid aesthetic. Okay, cool. But if their hair had already been held in pigtails and braids for hours that day, you’d think it’d have more waves in it rather than coming out perfectly straight in the transformation sequence.

(And this is more of a continuity error on the animation side than a design thing, but holy shit I just realized how much longer Rose’s tail is in the final shot compared to seconds earlier in the transformation.)

Enough yammerin’. Let’s get to the redesigns.

In the end I decided to merge the mermaid tails with the skin on their upper bodies, making them the same color. The first three girls’ skin color matches their eyes, though Sage was trickier. Her reddish eye color just made her skin look sunburnt, so I went with a green similar to the one used for the leaf design on her dress. Everyone has the same hair color they did on land (keeping them recognizable despite the major appearance changes), and the transformation now includes gills. Leaning into the fish elements helped me move away from the overdone Disney princess mold.

Speaking of fish, each character’s tailfin is now inspired by specific species.

Parsley- Pufferfish Small and unassuming at first glance, but not one to be trifled with.

Thyme- Barracuda This arrow-shaped fish reminded me of Thyme’s weapon of choice.

Rosemary- Great White Shark Based more on general vibes, really. I think Rose would freak out with glee if she had a tail inspired by one of these badass chonkers.

Sage- Swordfish An allusion to the sharpness of Sage’s mind. (Alleged sharpness, anyway; apparently some of the choices she makes in the show aren’t consistent with this characterization.)

Also, each girl now sports a pair of gloves with gems on them. These are terraspheres customized specifically to make blades appear in the user’s hands (and store themselves again) when she concentrates and performs the proper motions (shown below).

This way, the crew will always have access to weapons when they need them, but said weapons will be much more portable and useful for underwater fights.

As for the original accessories like decorative shells, earrings, tiaras and such... Ehh. They seemed superfluous to me, as they served no purpose other than looking pretty. The whole point of turning into mermaids was to help the undersea folk deal with a dangerous creature, not play dress-up. If a character design element is only present because “it looks cool” rather than serving the story or the character, toss it.

That’s all for now, though in the last High Guardian Spice post, I did mention possibly redesigning the dragons... Hmm.

#high guardian spice #character design #redesign #mermaid #mermaids #magical girl transformation #critique #criticism #anime #art direction #hgs

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thoughtsonhurtandcomfort · 2 years

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Notes: In theory this is the start of a story I’ve been carving out in my mind for a little while. I have a lot in my head but how much of it will make it into writing is up in the air and I’m going to try not to pressure myself about it. If it happens, it happens. :) This is a little rough around the edges but it’s what I’ve got, first time writing in...a couple months probably?

Oh also, while this is going to have references to things like heaven, hell, god(s), the devil, angels, demons, etc, it’s all intended as generic fictionalized versions of these things (a la Supernatural, Good Omens, etc.) . I’m borrowing what I want and making up the rest. I’m definitely not trying to invoke or get into specifics about religion or whatever.

Some picrews of ‘phina here, here, and here

Content warnings: lady whumpee, angel whumpee, fallen angel, vague religious undertones, captivity, attempted? torture, shot with an arrow

"God is dead and the Devil, too. Demons spill out onto the earth, some wreaking havoc, others seeking freedom. Human civilization falls and those who remain do what they must to survive. Meanwhile, the angels lock themselves away in heaven, indifferent to the suffering below.”

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Seraphina has hardly ever peered down on the world, let alone hovered this low above its surface. In her lifetime - a handful of centuries compared to other angels’ millenia - she never had reason to, her duties keeping her relegated to the safe, incorporeal existence that is the celestial realm.

It is the first time Seraphina has seen her own physical form. Or, at least, a glimpse of it - bare feet beneath her and hands held up before her face.

So...human.

Seraphina feels over the shape of her body, its hills and valleys, the softness of unmarred skin. She lifts a strand of hair to feel its silkiness and take in its color; she reaches out her arms and runs her fingers across the immaculate feathers of her wings. Loosely draped fabric billows around her in the wind.

She smiles.

She could change this form if she wanted to, but she decides she likes it. Besides, there’s no need. Seraphina is only taking a look, and will be back to her truest form soon enough.

Or so she believes. If she knew what would come next, perhaps she never would have left.

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Though the chains are wrapped tight around her arms, legs, and wings, they don’t hurt. Try as the humans might, nothing hurts, and Seraphina isn’t afraid.

Still, she occasionally shifts and twists in the bonds, seeking freedom. She should be able to break them with a mere thought. Effortlessly. But it seems that the humans have not only found a way to trap an angel, but to bind one.

So bound she is, her back to the concrete wall of a building that toppled decades ago. It’s one of many like it, while around the remains of the past a makeshift settlement of small wooden buildings and tents has cropped up.

She isn’t used to hearing sound, only communicating through thought and will. And still she hasn’t heard her own voice, only spat insults and curses and the arguing of human voices.

“This isn’t working.”

“Then we keep trying. Look at it, it has a body. Something will work.”

“Yeah, except we’ve been at it for hours and nothing has worked. Even the chains aren’t leaving a mark.”

“Then we. Keep. Trying. Look how close we are. If it can be caught, it can be hurt. And if it can be hurt, it can be killed!”

Seraphina is more curious than afraid as she takes in the small group of humans with a calm, unblinking stare. If these are an average example of humankind, she isn’t impressed. They’re crude, dirty, and uninteresting.

Also, they keep trying to hit her with things.

Blunt wood beams and metal bars, knives and swords, a chain flicked like a whip. Rocks flung and arrows fired. All with brute force intended to cause harm, and all deflected off of the shimmering boundary of grace around her form. Nothing can pierce it. Soon enough they’ll grow bored of trying and set her free, she’s sure of it.

After a few more tries they do frustratedly give up, but only for the time being. The chains remain firmly in place.

Time passes quickly for Seraphina. She takes in the bustle of the humans as they go about their day. Most won’t come close. They cast her glances that range from fearful to disgusted. Some hurl hateful words but these bounce off her as easily as the rocks they throw.

Day passes into night. Seraphina takes in the shifting of clouds, a sunset that glows an eerie pink, and then the sprinkling of scars across a blue-black sky. The moon is no more than a sliver.

Seraphina doesn’t tire or hunger. She doesn’t grow cold from the night air or sore from long hours spent like this. Her desire to return home is more an instinctive pull to where she belongs than any sort of discomfort or yearning.

But in the morning there is the subtlest change. Seraphina only even notices it in contrast with the serene nothingness she has felt until now.

It’s the chains. She can feel their press around her just the slightest bit. For once she doesn’t feel completely weightless. But she doesn’t know what the feeling means and it allows her the peace of not worrying - even though a day has passed and she hasn’t been freed. Even though no one has come for her. And even though, again, the small group of humans who brought her here approach with their weapons.

Another onslaught. Several more hours pass. One by one the humans give up again, until only one remains. He’s a young human who seems more interested in shirking his other chores than in whatever it is they’re trying to accomplish, so he nobly volunteers to stick around. He pulls out a quiver of arrows and goes about sharpening the arrowheads one by one.

The subtle heaviness Seraphina is experiencing continues to grow as the time passes. Worry begins to creep in, an unsettling flutter deep inside Seraphina that she has never felt before and cannot name. And when her grace begins to flicker uncertainly around her the unpleasant feeling only grows.

“I need to practice my aim,” the young man says aloud to himself. He stands, slings the quiver over his shoulder, picks a bow, then turns to face her. “Might as well make you useful.”

He nocks an arrow and aims it at the bound angel.

The first shot hits the stone just inches from Seraphina’s face with a sharp crack that startles her - another all new sensation.

She locks her eyes on the man, willing him to continue missing though it makes no sense. Human weapons can’t harm her, why should it matter?

His next few shots glance off her like a breeze, like every other attempt the humans have made. This time, though, the barrier flickers with every hit. Seraphina notices her own breaths for the first time. She didn’t even know angels could breathe.

An arrow deflects off of her ankle and although it still doesn’t pierce the barrier, Seraphina feels it. The slightest tap, yet startling and new enough to make her leg twitch in response. From afar the human notices the reaction and suddenly there is renewed interest in his eyes.

He gathers his arrows and starts again, firing one after the other in rapid succession. Seraphina trembles, at a loss for what to do. She cannot move, she has no power, each hit she can feel a little more than the last, each seems to come faster and faster and - - -

Blinding agony erupts all at once from a point low on her stomach, just above her right hip. It engulfs her, consumes her like a fire that must be from hell itself because never, not once has she ever felt anything like this oh heaven make it stop make it stop make it -

Seraphina throws her head sharply back against the wall. She lifts her pain-stricken face to the sky.

The first time she hears her own voice, it is a scream.

#angel whump #lady whump #fallen angel #captured #captivity #torture #shot #arrows #injury #whump writing #my writing #my ocs #introducing!#seraphina

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Totally want that last bit of over it re: mouse please!

[ song: Over It by Arrows In Action ] [ verse 1 - September 2011 ] [ verse 2 - October 2011 ]

Absolutely!

The bridge is fairly short, comparatively, so this won't be as long as the other two posts, but I will still be putting it under a read more. Mind the warnings on this one, folks, because this is what we've been building up to, the big angst.

Warnings: Mouse's mommy issues, homophobia + forced outing, depression, drug use and addiction, suicide attempt

Look at the warnings again. Read all of them. Read them twice. Okay? Okay, strap in.

September and October were the beginning of the bad stuff, and Mouse's mental health getting steadily worse. And then November happened, and there was the one time he took Jay along to brunch and was outed to his best friend and an entire café of people, and for obvious reasons his relationship with his parents really was done after that.

His mother still called every other day at minimum, not that he ever answered the calls after that, and the messages she left usually boiled down to telling him to stop throwing a tantrum and to call her back. He didn't, of course, but that didn't stop the calls from coming. She still tried to make it about her without ever actually apologizing for what happened, or even trying, and it definitely didn't help the fact that his addiction was steadily getting worse with less access to relatively safer and "cleaner" pills from a pharmacy, because his money was going toward just staying alive, not being safe while he fed into his bad habits.

And that's when he hits his rock bottom.

Rock bottom just happens to be taking too many pills, and being extremely lucky that Jay picked that night to swing by and offer dinner, and waking up in the emergency room with only one person by his side. Because Jay absolutely got the number out of Mouse's phone and called Thelma and Gregory to tell them where he was, but showing up after their son tried to kill himself would probably be seen as admitting some level of guilt in how he got to that point I hate them and I will one day best them in physical combat.

But after that night? And after the three day psych hold where he also happened to be going through the worst of the withdrawals while in a psychiatric ward (I cannot imagine any of that week was fun for him in any way, shape or form)? That's a new beginning, a completely fresh start. Mouse hit rock bottom and the only place to go from there is up, which brings us to the bridge:

I'm so scared I'll end up back home Everybody says that I'm close At the bottom of a hill Nowhere to go but over it

After all of that, even years later when he's part of Intelligence and things are going well, there's still some fear there. A part of him is always afraid that he'll end up in the same kind of situation - he'll spiral back into the drugs and his depression, or he'll end up in a situation where someone else is making all of the choices for him and controlling his life the way his mother did. And, honestly, the Over it bridge in that context reminds me of 4x05, too, when he voices that fear to Jay.

And the key change in the last chorus adds to that energy, for me. It adds to that vibe of something has changed, while somehow staying very much the same. Mouse is still very separate from the life he'd been living for two and a half decades, still cut off from his parents, still mostly alone in all of it except for Jay. But the outlook is different. There's a sense of "this is the same situation I've been in for a while, but it doesn't have to stay that way forever."

Got my rent to pay, but I'm broke All my shoes are down to the soles Yeah, my bed is still on the floor And I'm so over it, over it Everybody's falling in love While I'm stumbling home, still drunk Twenty-something, down on my luck And I'm so over it, over it

Over It captures the energy of that very specific era from start to finish - from getting kicked out, to rock bottom, and the beginning of the upswing after that - and I love the song so much already. I've only had this full song for 24 hours but I'm basing like 85% of my happiness on it and this rollercoaster of emotions it's been causing me today.

#answered #shae tag #lovelymysticmoon #alex says things #greg gerwitz #mouse gerwitz #greg mouse gerwitz #cpd #chicago pd #one chicago #mouse backstory*#november 2011*#alex is a menace about aia always

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systemdump · 2 years

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Ghost of Tshushima review

now i’ve got platinum on the base game i’m gonna share my thoughts. i know some of you have been following my commentary as i play so here’s a final thoughts kinda thing

i went into ghost of tsushima completely blind with a 5/5 IGN score in mind and a before you buy gameranx video. i hadn’t seen the trailer nor knew anything about the plot. i’ve never played a sword combat game before but the fact i love open world and story-driven games, i decided to give it a go. as someone who is naturally interested in history regardless, the concept of a badass samurai game intrigued me.

my initial thoughts when booting up the game was wow, okay. straight into battle because that opening sequence is nothing short of fantastic. you’re thrown onto the beach of komoda with a charging army of samurai, slashing invaders with your katana like a fucking badass. they give you what you came for straightaway — an awesome combat slasher game.

i don’t want this review to be too long so i’m going to talk about the open world aspect as a whole. as a natural fan of huge open world games (the horizon and tes franchises come to mind) as far as GOT goes, the world feels incredibly linear. there’s something so charming about all the characters you encounter and even jin himself, the protagonist. even without jin, the world seems to exist when he isn’t there. it’s common for open world games to fall into the trap of ‘everything evolves around the player’ and GOT does an excellent job of subverting this. an example that really cemented this was a specific quest when a peasant tells jin a group of bandits stole her food and she asks him to retrieve it. when jin does, she confesses that the food was never hers and that she is desperate and starving. i thought nothing more of this and moved on. later in the game i stumbled across her cabin again and found it infested with bandits, her dead body on the floor. it shocked me because very few games manage such subtle details as this that make the world breathe, even when you aren’t there.

i can’t talk about this game without mentioning the visuals. i mean, cmon. this game is beautiful. i’ve taken so many photos because wow, the photomode is probably the best i’ve seen, like, ever. you customise to the point that it’s ridiculous. there’s so much variation that i didn’t get to use it all.

regarding the story — it’s completely unassuming. there’s obviously an inclination of a winding tale because there’s three parts of the island that define the story’s three acts. but i did not for a moment expect it to take such a dark turn. there were moments where i feared that i, the player, was doing the wrong thing. a LOT of moments made me gasp and shout at my TV, some where i laughed or cheered. saying this, i am easily immersed in media so take this as a grain of salt… i’m not gonna talk about the ending cos i want this to be relatively spoiler free but man, what a somber conclusion.

combat in this game is satisfying. enemy ai is relatively stupid which you can exploit to your advantage. the skill trees and stances you learn along your journey are very useful. i usually don’t tend to indulge in combo moves when it comes to games because i’m boring like that but with GOT i found that i was actually using them. which is rare. i loved the ghost rampage mode but i always got SO pissed when an enemy drained it when you were so close to filling it. stealth in this game is also pretty cool. the bow is op as fuck. upgrade that shit and you can wipe out hoards of enemies like no problem. i lean towards the half bow generally because the draw speed is less of a pain in the ass, where as the long bow, whilst has explosive arrows, just doesn’t feel as accurate?

overall feelings — yeah, i loved this game. one of the best open world experiences i’ve had yet. if you’re having doubts about it, this is your sign. GO PLAY IT.

#i’m buying the dlc island soon #ghost of tsushima #cloversation #chloe reviews

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🌈 + 💘 for sylvia, mira, qiana, and magnus?

AAAAAAA ALL OF THEM THANK YOU :3

💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

🌈 RAINBOW — what is your oc's sexual orientation/gender identity? what pronouns do they use?

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We're doing this backwards because I SAID SO

Magnus

💘 - OK so Magnus is kind of simple. He enjoys baking and loves his girlfriend. He's been baking since forever and it's a very important part of his life (and one of the very few things he's had his whole entire life, and didn't have to give up.) He also likes Qiana because uh she's smart and she's pretty and she's nice and she's amazing and she's wonderful and she's beautiful and shes-

🌈 - Magnus is very rare case among my oc's due to the fact he's completely cishet lol. He's just a straight dude. He uses he/him most of the time, but it's VERY canon he's used to responding to it/its, but he literally hates it.

Qiana

💘 - Qiana holds the field of biology almost strangely close to her, she's very devoted to it and almost revolves her life around it. She cares about her friends, and she's absolutely horrible and showing it but she really cares about Magnus too (She doesn't really mind being called his girlfriend, but Magnus being called her boyfriend literally makes her really embarrassed about being perceived.)

🌈 - Qiana's bi. Her romantic life hadn't really gone much of anywhere more than 1st dates before she met Magnus. She uses she/they most of the time and likes that bit of androgyny she keeps when she just calls herself Dr. Roosevelt. It's a VERY SPECIFIC feeling (hmm I wonder where I got this from) but yeah she doesn't really present too feminine, they look pretty androgynous but yeah she's a girl.

Mira

💘 - Mira holds lots of things and people close to her. She really loves her family and her totally-not-her-girlfriend, and she likes magic too! She's a witch too, so she has all the typical items, the broom, and the wand, which she cherishes also. (It doesn't matter that Sylvia makes fun of how gaudy they are. Life without sparkles is no life at all.)

🌈 - GIRLKISSER. Yeah, Mira is completely sapphic and she comes to realize that throughout the story. She uses she/her, presents feminine and stuff but yeah she's gay. :p

Sylvia

💘 - Sylvia likes books, magic, and Mira close. She's afraid to let much more in. She has hobbies, but she's not really attached to any of them. Sylvia will not admit it but she is a literal NERD who is almost concerningly magically inclined.

🌈 - GIRLKISSER NUMBER TWO. She is well aware she is gay in a very conservative and backward society and she wears it directly on her chest and she knows no one's gonna do shit about it. She uses she/her personally but like it's not really defined as well? She doesn't really care that people mistake her for a guy? She finds it funny when people come to her expecting a man, she usually just doesn't even bother actually correcting them. She doesn't mind when people who don't know her use he/him for her? If I *try* to put it in modern terms I guess I'd call her a chapstick lesbian bc she doesn't really care all too much??? idk man

OK THATS IT THANKS FOR LISTENING!! :)

#g/t #g/t community #sfw g/t #g/t concept #giant/tiny #g/t stuff #oc: mira #g/t fluff #oc: sylvia #oc: qiana #oc: magnus

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ꕥ — WELCOME TO EXO COSMIA, ROY HARPER. 🌑

ꕥ — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: lyss age: 27 pronouns: he/him ooc contact: phantomthieves on twit other characters in xc: Tim Drake

ꕥ — IC INFORMATION;

name: Roy Harper age: 29 pronouns: he/him series: DC Comics canon point: Post Titans Convergence

app triggers: hard drug addiction, underage substance abuse, death by fire, (violent) amputation, child death, paternal death, general violence

personality:

“Roy never was one for using proper code names. Maybe because his was Speedy. Too much insecurity and self-doubt. He tries to cover it up with flippant remarks, but it’s not enough.”

“Roy wants to be Dick’s equal, but doesn’t have a prayer. Not that that’s a sin, but Harper’s a reactionary, always competing with someone… Ollie, Dick, even himself… and coming up short.”

“Roy Harper was a scared, lonely boy. Speedy was an over-anxious sidekick. I’m Arsenal, human weapon, super-hero, father, and my own man.”

“Speedy. Red Arrow. Arsenal. What does it @#$%ing matter? They're just different masks covering the same lying face. They're not who I am. Neither was the other name they used to call me. “Hero.” That was the biggest lie of all.”

Roy is a bundle of nerves. Even if his laissez-faire attitude may lead those who don’t know him very well to think otherwise, it’s not hard to see once you’ve been around him long enough. This isn’t to say he’s shy or anxious in the typical sense—though, sure, he has his days—but that he’s constantly on edge in some way, shape, or form. He combats this well enough by being… well, Roy (see: a jokester, womanizer, etc), and that works for him most of the time.

He knows how to be the comedy relief—the leader—the father—the asshole—the love interest. He’s a social chameleon, taking on the role that’s best suited for the current scenario.

At his core, beyond those roles, Roy is a good person who wants the world to be good, even if he’s exhausted by the process.

something your muse struggles with:

Roy can be extremely headstrong. He has good intentions most of the time, but once he has his mind set on doing something—whether that means saving someone else or sabotaging himself—it’s hard to distract him from that goal. He’s also insecure and full of self-hatred. Fun!

your muse’s greatest strength:

He’s caring, occasionally to the point of detriment, but even still, that’s a good thing. He knows how to put others before himself.

history / background:

Roy’s father was a forest ranger. His mother—who knows? Roy certainly doesn’t. He always wondered, yeah, but wondering never brought him any answers, and, though he sometimes gave his father shit about her absence, the death of his father—in a forest fire while saving a local man—cut that short quickly.

The man—a member of the Navajo Nation—he saved ended up taking Roy in, raising him on the reservation. He learned many things from him and the members of the tribe, including archery, which he was extremely good at. When Roy got older, Green Arrow, a hero known for his renowned archery, was visiting nearby the reservation, and after many, many attempts at getting his attention, Green Arrow—Oliver Queen—ended up taking him in as his ward.

He moved to the City with Oliver, learning much more about the world at large as he did so. Unfortunately, though Oliver was his mentor and guardian, he often wasn’t around, leaving Roy to his own devices. During this time, Roy became a member of the original Teen Titans along with Robin, Kid Flash, Aqualad, and Wonder Girl. He was a later addition to the team, initially rejecting the offer during the team’s creation, but became just as close to the rest despite his occasionally standoffish attitude. They grew up together.

As Roy entered his teenage years, without anyone there to guide him, he ended up getting involved in the darker side of the city, taking up drug usage—specifically, Roy became addicted to heroin. When Oliver found out, he didn’t support Roy on his path to recovery. No, instead, disappointed in his ward, he kicked Roy out onto the streets. Luckily, Hal Jordan—Oliver’s best friend—and Dinah Lance—Oliver’s future wife—ended up taking him in. It was rough, but eventually Roy was able to overcome his addiction.

The Teen Titans had started go lead separate lives by then and Roy was no exception. He was invited to join the Central Bureau of Investigations and accepted, becoming a drug enforcement agent for them. There, he often went undercover. During one undercover mission, he met Cheshire—an assassin—and fell in love with her. Knowing they were never meant to be, what with her being a villain and him a hero, Roy ended up ghosting her… which meant he never found out that Cheshire had actually gotten pregnant with their daughter until later.

Through a series of trials and tribulations, their daughter, Lian, eventually came under Roy’s custody. He did his best to raise her as a new father, bouncing around cities and jobs to do so. He ended up joining an extension of the CBI, Checkmate, though his relationship with them ended up rocky at best. Still, because of his connections with them, when he began working with the Titans again, the government eventually coerced him into forcibly becoming the leader of the Titans, much to his dismay.

His new life with the Titans lasted a long time, rotating through its existence and new members often. Eventually, Dick Grayson would return, becoming the leader of the Titans once more after a long talk with the original Titans, but this didn’t last, either.

Roy ended up forming the Outsiders with outside influence, forming a group of vigilantes who operated “outside the law.” He almost died during his missions with them, but this didn’t stop him from continuing, and he…

oh my goodness. He eventually stopped being a part of the Outsiders, too, because he wasn’t meant for their line of work. He instead became a member of the new JLA, taking on the name “Red Arrow” instead of “Arsenal,” but after a series of events that led to the loss of his arm and the loss of his daughter, he would return to the “Arsenal” name, leave the JLA, and relapse.

During this time of grief in his life, he made many bad decisions. He joined up with a new “Titans” team by Cheshire’s suggestion, one led by Deathstroke that was poopoo peepee. He became more cruel in enacting justice on others, not caring who died in the process. Eventually, though, he came to his senses (IRT his new attitude) and once again overcame his addiction, agreeing with an old friend to reform the Titans naturally and as they remembered it.

His daughter, Lian, has since been brought back to life.

powers / abilities: n/a

inherent abilities:

He can pretty much turn anything at his disposal into a weapon. He’s the best marksman in-universe (or up there). His specialty is archery, but he’s just as good with firearms. He can fight hand-to-hand if he needs to. HE CAN PLAY DRUMS!

items / weapons:

Arsenal costume

Roy collects weaponry, so I’ve bunched them below.

Bow & quiver collection—Roy has a favored bow above the rest, but he keeps all of them in a good state. He has normal arrows in his quiver, but he also keeps a variety of trick arrows. Please check here for the trick arrows… there’s too many to list.

Gun collection

Knife collection

Miscellaneous weapons—blunt objects, kunai, polearms, nunchaku

starting ability: n/a starting item: Bow & quiver collection

extra:

He’s ¼ Navajo (specifically Táchii'nii clan) because I like that better than the canon. I also gave him brown eyes instead of green or blue (DC can’t decide anyway).

Roy has a prosthetic arm in the form of a cybernetic enhancement.

His birthday’s November 1st… He’s the baby of the original Titans yay…

discord id: roywazhere passcode: GRRRRRRR

#xc application #exo cosmia #mun: lyss

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