#Master Malice

[basicallysalad]

designs erm..

i made some for the other doom lords but they aren't finalized yet so heres this first.

[tomnice2001]

They discovered his darkest secret...

My first time drawing the doomlords other than Master Frown and Master Doom!

[unikittybigbrightworldau]

[Image Description: Icons of supporting characters in the Big Bright World AU. They are lineless, simplified versions of the characters’ heads, and they don’t have their faces on them. In Row One, there’s Ellie, Timidity, Ivy, and Master Doom. Row Two features Master Pain, Master Fear, Master Hazard, Master Plague, and Master Malice. In Row Three, there’s Master Misery and Master Papercuts. /End ID.]

I cooked up some more character icons, including my Wattpad friend Char’s OCs, Ellie and Timidity!

You can learn more about them here:

[doomlordsbutfunni]

rahhhh about time I make my own fankid

Meet Jade! My Halice Fankid :DD (She doesn’t have a doomlord name yet)

Still thinking of stuff for her, but her flame basically comes out of her horns, like hazard she can control it but it can change based on her emotions. I don’t rly know why I made her say take it back, I pictured somebody insulted something to do with her and she got mad. She was also a lil attention seeker as a child lol.

Also she won’t be apart of my au, since it involves the doomlords still doing their work and stuff. I just wanted to make a fanchild 😀 Maybe I’ll do something with her in the future but I really don’t know 🤷‍♀️

Anyway take a Halice edit cause I don’t have anything else to show 😄😄😄

(sorry if I have the lyrics wrong 😭😭)

[phoenixcatch7]

WAIT wilds weapons break in botw so quickly for the EXACT SAME REASON they do in totk but malice is more dilute than gloom!!

[t-4-twissy]

Chat. IS THAT WHY SPY MASTER IS LIKE THAT?????

CHAT IM. IM GONNA LISTEN TO THIS STORY BUT HOLY SHIT

SHE WANTED TO IMPRESS HIM? EVEN IF IT MEANT REMOVING THINGS FROM HERSELF??? LEAVING ONLY THE KINDNESS????

Is. Is spymaster so angry and so evil because of MISSY????????? CHAT AM I READING THIS RIGHT

IM GONNA GO LISTEN TO THAT STORY BRB🏃‍♂️

[zelda-of-hyrule-tloz]

Echoes of Wisdom Headcanon Countdown

༺ Day 96▪︎ 5 Left

When Princess Zelda approached the castle to seal Calamity Ganon, a part of the monster recognized the soul that contained it; Zelda's Sealing power was like Rauru's, which kept Ganondorf's body in place, but was far more powerful overall (in the way that Ganondorf could escape the seal temporarily as the Calamity and Rauru had to die for his to even work). At first, he merely recognized it as the power of the princess before her who sealed the Calamity the first time around, but over the course of 100 years he came to recognize also the Sage of Time herself. Somehow, what was left of the human consciousness within the Calamity began to fear - had she followed him all this way to take revenge? In a similar way, Zelda feared the reverse when she traveled to the ancient past and met Ganondorf. Ultimately, the battle was a closed loop. They were doomed to face each other in an infinite cycle, until eventually the Demon Dragon faced its end. In a way, it parallels Hylia and Demise. I wonder if Zelda ever had dreams of the events at the beginning of time during the Imprisoning War? If perhaps the Calamity continued the same constant struggle to escape like the Imprisoned?

sealing power zelda is crazy and if at any point her powers come back at the same time as her time power, hyrule will never be in danger again she will be so op

[iniziare]

∗ o2﹕ sender  offers  receiver  a  bite  from  their  fork . how fitting, but does the general dare take the bait from lady jade ? it's just a rice cake, general , risk it 😌

It is offered with the grace of a woman who knows exactly what she is doing, void of a coaxing lilt, and no demand dipped in gaiety. No, simply the poised extension of her hand, the curve of silver balanced between two manicured fingers— poised, practiced, and entirely deliberate. That he knew. It glinted ever faintly under the lantern light, catching not only its shine, but the moment along with it, like a thread drawn taut between two steady hands. A bite of rice cake: softly pressed, and surely lightly sweet, and harmless, innocuous. In another context, it might have been nothing at all. But this was Lady Jade, and this General, for all of his fondness of appearing slow to stir, was anything but a fool, or a blind man.

Though there was no rush, and that seemed to be the lure, the ease with which she waited for him. And so he did not move to take it— not at first. No, instead, his gaze lifted, eyes ever so golden beneath that soft fringe of white hair that shadowed and veiled his brow— as though even his expressions had long since been tempered by long years of restraint. But he watched her like one would regard a flame: measured, remiss of all sense of rush, and quietly aware that to come too close is to court heat. And so while no smile could yet be spotted on his countenance, the shape of one hovered ever so warmly at the corners of his lips, tickling, and aching to surface. Ah, had she not always done this to him? Present him with a dare that would surely beckon any man's curiosity, or at the very least: his own, with an almost certain guarantee. But still he waited, as if to play a game of pretense where he might not give into her this time. But she knew better, and he knew better. "Mm," came in hum, as if weighing the merits of the moment like an indulgence not yet earned. And so his tone proved one almost amused— light, but hardly unguarded. "You do know how to bait a man, Lady Jade."

There was no jest in them, only the truth as he'd learned it in both present and in times long ago, albeit it very different times. And so the words landed gently between them where they dare not disturb the air, and instead settled into something akin to acknowledgment that the distance across the table had, perhaps, narrowed. Distance measured not in inches, but in implications. For a moment, one elbow remained draped over his chair, a slow breathed filtering through parted lips. The air that surrounded them stirred, ever familiar, and it smelled of pressed tea leaves, the faint trace of an earthy incense, and something warmer still— her, perhaps.

At last, there was a twitch that claimed his fingers, and he moved, but not to claim the morsel that she presented him with. No, instead his hand raised, palm upwards, so his fingers could reach for her. The tips of them brushed against the skin of her wrist, just as to connect, but there was no urgency found in him, merely this quiet, and deliberate touch he offered her with in turn. It rested there, steady, the pad of his thumb acting almost of its own accord, as it drew a slow circle across the pulse that should echo beneath the surface. And for a moment, he lingered— as though he were but a simple man reacquainting himself with something forgotten, or perhaps, more accurately: something newly discovered.

And then, with the same measured ease that defines all of his person, the only Dozing General leaned in to claim that which lay promised to him on that curve of silver— and as the coolness of the metal met his lips ever briefly, there was a quiet, and almost imperceptible pause, just enough for a gaze of gold to peer into one of blue, the flicker of a half-smile tugging once more at the corner of his lips, as a breath ghosted across her fingers before his retreat.

—— It was warm, slightly sweet. Not the rice cake.

And when he eased into a recline once more, it was not far— it was not a full retreat, and for a moment longer (an action of greed by a man instead of a General), his hand remained on hers, a thumb pressing ever lightly, intentionally or otherwise, to the skin of her wrist. "You’re not the first to offer me something disguised as harmless," came in a murmur, voice low and warm with amusement, the kind that did not reach the smile that was still slow to form on his lips, but lived instead, behind and within the depth of his eyes. "But you may be the first that I've accepted it from without hesitation." And then, came one more slow pass across that wrist, just as deliberate, before the repose that her hand had been offered by his own was foregone entirely, letting the gesture then pass into memory— though done as unhurried as the rest of him. It was a quiet release, almost as if it had meant nothing at all.

It had been slow, but at least, the faintest curve of a smile found him. It was a subtle one, almost imperceptible to all who knew him but little, but it was there— ever undeniable amidst the features of a tired, old, and yet curious man. "You should be careful, Lady Jade." Was that a chuckle, General? "This could become a habit."

Prompt: Non-verbal prompts. / @avaere

[muchmossymess]

you guys have no idea how much i think about the malice champions (the game calls them "hollows" and thats quite frankly terrifying)

[doomlordsbutfunni]

So another silly headcanon :D, Actually this turned into more of something for my au with the doomlords

These bishes related

idk lol, ever since I saw the ��super love” song and saw that guy, I’ve always thought they looked somewhat similar to Master Malice. I thinks it’s mainly the horns that are just pulling me in but the eyes and the teeth are also kind of similar(?)

I’m still making backstories and stuff for my au with the doomlords but I’ll just say people in this Lego world can live for a long time. But the main reason Malice’s great grandfather is alive is because they are a demon (like said in the song), so they’re kind of magical and stuff 🤷‍♀️ so technically malice is part demon- IDK I will make a family chart or something but I don’t wanna make all these characters and stuff rn 😭😭😭

I’m going to call the great grandfather “Gigi” (FOR NOW) because gg can be short for great grandfather and it sounds like Gigi, idk. Anyway Gigi was around a lot when Malice was a kid so they have a close bond.

I also headcanon that Gigi can change their size to how they would like, they usually are tall to come off as scary, but can shrink down to make tasks easier for them (like straight up having a normal eye to eye conversation)

Lol

[fisheito]

welcome to elysium part 2: trial time...

Kuya asks question 1: I'm. I'm stressed for olivine. I can feel my chest tighte ning. I ma sweat.ib

Kuya asks question 2: YIKES😬. AND a HaLf i. I have to leave

(minimises the app and lies on the floor for a solid minute)

ok. Ok let's keept his goin. It's ok It's ok olivine confronting his truths is ok he will be better after airing it all out IT WILL BE FINE deepbreathsdeepbreaths

*coughschokes and falls flat back onto the floor*

(....)

(Regains consciousness a few moments later)

Phew, ok,,, we're safe, olivine is facing it head-on and kuya is-

What THE EVERLIVING FR$* ISTHA*passes out again*

[gunkbaby]

i think you'd like Chrissy Chlapecka (I may have spelt that wrong) and her music

hi gay peoplEleh !!!!!!

I ADORE chrissy chlapecka! She’s like. The embodiment of what I adore in pop music - she gives me Britney Spears blackout/circus era. Her fashion, her style - it’s everything. I adore her voice - that baby voice vocal fry my British ass could never hope to achieve.

I think she’s underrated atm, like in that musical space where you give it like. Two years and she’ll realise like. The underground album of the year. Very exciting artist to me. Slayyter occupies sort of the same space, but she’s on the come-up i think. I’m guessing u know slayyter tho - not rly similar to Chrissy but in the3 same vague area. I have two wolves inside of me - one listens to Chrissy Chlapecka and charli xcx and Dorian Electra, the other listens to Pulp and The Smiths. Lmao. (I guess I listen to like. Everything tho. I’m full of musical wolves.)

Also this is is like. Horribly unrelated to Chrissy Chlapecka but my two recommendations that I now feel I absolutely must mention whenever talking abt anything remotely music related even when literally no one asked - pls pls pls listen to like. Mother Earth’s Plantasia. It’s an album for plants and it is so beautiful. You can feel the love Mort Garson had for his plants through it. Very special to me, dream vinyl tbh. And Master Peace - such a wonderful new upcoming British artist. I feel like I’m always mentioning him bc his music is just SO good. Like if you like music in general - those two recommendations are my musts. Sorry, super unrelated but I just. I have tooo..

[historiavn]

          @misfittcd      said;        “ If you can’t beat ‘em, yeet ‘em. ” (Luke to Abe)

╰► SOURCE:      even more unhinged comedic relief

ABRAHAM GLANCED UP from the dispatch in his hand, BEMUSEMENT dominating his visage.

     “Yeet?” The former JEDI MASTER — now PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES — repeated, raising an eyebrow whilst he spoke. “What do you mean by yeet, young man? I have never heard such a word before.”

[nyxire]

i got back into totk and although i firmly stand by my 'it could've been better' thta most definitely doesn't make it a boring game

[riddlemearose]

There were a couple of things for me.

The first was realising the plot, especially the opening tutorial area, was a copy-paste from BOTW. Ghost King, area secluded from the rest of the map where you have to complete four shrines to leave, etc etc. It didn't have any of the importance that I felt the Great Plateau did. Hearing Zelda's voice, watching the Calamity awaken and envelop the castle, and finally having Rhoam himself be the one to ask you to save Zelda and the rest of the Kingdom hit hard, and I didn't get any of that w/ Rauru and the sky islands.

The next thing was the loss of the Sheikah tech like everywhere - and finding out that the devs were like "yeah it just vanished". Umm what? The Sheikah and the ancient technology is one of the two cores of BOTW's whole narrative, with the other core being nature. Number 1 how do you just strip that away, especially when it's so key to Hyrule's history? And number 2, what's replaced the Sheikah tech then? The answer is nothing. The Zonai were introduced to be a replacement, but the writers never went in depth with anything about the Zonai. They lived, they died, we get to use their stuff for free.

The Secret Stones. Wtf is up with them? It feels weird that Ganondorf is causing the regional phenomena to stop people from finding the Stones or something, when literally no one knows wtf a Secret Stone is, nor would be able to or have any reason to go access the temples where they're kept. Ganondorf causing the regional phenomena is the direct reason anyone gets a Secret Stone. If he didn't do anything (like he does w/ the rest of the plot), then Link wouldn't have a single Sage?????

The biggest thing for me is the plot. For an open-world game, TOTK has an extremely linear and extremely shallow storyline. The thing about BOTW is it literally doesn't matter what order you do anything in; the story is the same and, better yet, it's wholly unaffected by your choices (in a good way obviously).

Totk does not have that. For example the devs don't want you to get the Master Sword before you find all the other Dragon Tears, Mineru and clear the Great Deku Tree, despite giving you the technology to get to the Light Dragon.

So if your story is reliant on people following it in a linear way otherwise they either get massive spoilers about important plot points, then it shouldn't be in an open-world game.

And finally Ganondorf. Oh my god, Ganondorf. This might get catch some shit but I dunno how they managed to make him more bland. His entire character is literally summarised perfectly by Yunobo in-game as "we don't know anything about the Demon King other than the fact that he's bad news and super strong".

Writers that is your main antagonist! We should know stuff about him? We should know his motivations and they should be more complex than "wants to destroy everything bc Power"?? What are you doing???

I was done w/ the game by the time I got to Ganondorf. Walked into the boss fight w/ several rocket shields, at least two 5-shot Lynel Bows and about 800 bomb flowers from exploring the depths to hide from the plot. Whole thing was over Very Quickly.

To summarise, here are my thoughts on TOTK Cons: the entire plot Pros: Glide Armour

wont have time to work on anything for a few days probably, so uh, since i love reading comments/tags of people sharing their experiences- as part of the preparation for the totk rant script i got another question to ask :3

if you dont like tears of the kingdom, was there a moment that "broke" you, as in, the moment you knew this game is worse than you thought/hoped, and if so what was it?

personally, while i was suspicious after seeing its last trailer, i told myself its just me again and i kept up my hopes for a long time into my playthrough- its hard to point to a specific point since it was a growing feeling of something being off, things didnt make sense and i ever so more wondered how they would pull this all together (they didnt)- i do think the moment i stopped being in denial about it was when i found the shrine of life, the beginning of botw, and found .. nothing, a dingy cave practically licked clean of any traces of the shiekah tech like it never existed, instead of the medical bed a pathetic puddle of water that healed you, no one caring at all, like it actually never happened- i felt like the game pointed and laughed at me for caring about botw, pretty sure i was struggeling to keep it together on stream bc it forced me to realize this game truly is everything i hoped it wouldnt be, even if that sounds a little weird, at that time zelda and especially botw was so much more important to me, a passion for the franchise this game really did end up killing.

[iniziare]

"Do you really want me to leave, General, or are you just saying that?" ( lingsha for jing yuan! )

The hour had stretched long past the hum of evening, sinking into that peculiar stillness where even the air seemed to hold its breath. Qingzu and the other attendants had long since excused themselves, their absence leaving only the dim flicker of lantern light and the muted rustle of leaves beyond the open terrace. A passing storm had carved its presence into the night, its memory lingering in the cool scent of rain, in the way the courtyard stones glistened beneath the hush of retreating clouds. Tea clung to the air as it had for hours past, fragrant and familiar, though the cup before him sat untouched— his fingers, instead, tracing its rim in idle repetition. Reports lay scattered across the table, ink long dried where his brush had hesitated hours ago, but any pretense of returning to them had long since faded into the real of impossibilities. His thoughts had drifted elsewhere, anchored only loosely to the present, until— ah.

The question had been simple, and unassuming. Its nature could have been a playful one, an idle remark to fill space between them, if not.for the weight that it carried within the hush of the room. If not for he way it... lingered. His fingers stilled. At least, until a gaze of such gold that only the sun itself could rival it, lifted, and amusement flickered within their depths, though tempered by something quieter. It was true, she seemed to have remained long after duty had ceased to require her presence, long after any true reason to linger had slipped into the night. And he? Ah, well, he had let her, it seemed.

"I suppose the answer depends." A soft chuckle escaped him then, rich and unhurried, leaving behind the ghost of a smile that it had borne, before he spoke again: slow, almost deliberately so. "Would you take me at my word, no matter my answer?" He could have left it at those words, and let this moment, pass like all that had come before it, veiled in their half-answers and lingering silences. It would have been simple, if not surely expected. And yet, he didn't.

A hand had drifted from the cup then, settling tightly against the curve of one of his chair's armrests, the gesture, and he, deceptively lazy. "But," came uttered from his lips, his voice quieter now, almost as if were caught in something akin to contemplation, "if you do choose to leave, Lady Lingsha, I would ask you to take the quiet with you." The flicker within his eyes strayed towards her, something rather unintelligible caught shifting behind gold. "I find I've grown used to the sound of your voice." The words were spoken as if they meant nothing at all— as if they had been carefully, and deliberately weightless. But the warmth behind them was a thing most unmistakable, slipping amidst the edges of the tone of his voice, much like the slow glow of embers beneath ash. The light of lanterns caught a soft sheen across the polished floor, which captured the curve of her silhouette, and outside, the night stretched on— endless as it always proved it had been, and would always be. And for reasons he could not quite name as of yet, he found that he might not wish for her company within it to end just yet.

Prompt: One General, coming up. // @immobiliter