#withevileyes

[koopabrat]

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 The crowd went crazy!! Jammed packed full of people and creatures that came from all different dimensions, everyone was on the edge of their seat if not on their feet cheering and jumping with pure excitement. In the mix of booming voice and craziness was none other than a contestant of the tournament, Bowser jr! Being a contender, the young prince was given a box seat where other smasher were allowed to go and watch current fight, which  worked out perfectly with his short temper. Had he been shoulder to shoulders with the commoners, he might have gotten over into a fight with someone just bumping his shoulder by accident. 

.....It also didn’t help that he was so small..... “YEAH!        YEAH!!!      GO  FOR  T H E  FACE!!” There was no way his singular voice reached the pair fighting. It was drowned out by the roaring cries of the stadium , but it proably did reach the people that were sitting around him. To his left ,Luigi, watching with baited breath, probably too nervous about the outcome to give any type of commentary. And to the right was the big brute, Ganon. Why did his massive size have to rival Jr’s own father? It made him a little uncomfortable at first glance, but the lad had to keep in mind that he would have to go against him in the very ring they both watched, someday. And since, Luigi, is basically in a state of shock and panic, Jr didn’t mind nudging the Dark King with a fatty elbow to carry on a conversation.  It was better than no one after. “OUCH! DID YOU SEE THAT!”

[forestsomnus]

cracks knuckles. :^)

he’s unable to tear his gaze from the golden one that seemingly pierces flesh, the cracking of the demon king’s knuckles echoing like thunder in the vast, empty hall. power. once, he was cold with fear, overwhelmed by both stature and intimidating laughter only fit for a king. courage bloomed nonetheless within the grasp of his sword between trembling and childish fingers. now, he is shielded with strength of heart. the proof is in a glare framing cold, unyielding eyes. 

link reminds himself that it is not a matter of vengeance——not to quell the fury aching from a youth’s broken pride, but to answer the burden he willingly carries upon himself since his rebirth as the hero of time. ( you mustn’t waver, brave youth of the woods. ) he couldn’t steady his heart then, the heavens weeping at the boy’s pleas. he was weak, deemed useless, all battered and bruised—— simply something to be toyed with, then forgotten; not even worth to be put down by the demon king’s sword. he should’ve ran home, fear the darkness, but the yearning for retribution made him crawl through the mud in quiet defiance. to be spared by such cruel man  .  .  .  the irony is laughable.

despite it all, he is aware of a familiarity that is not supposed to be his. both blood and sword sing along in recognition at the sight of an enemy scripted by some predestined fate. it is something beyond his comprehension and link does not question the goddesses. ( should he? ) ❛ not hiding behind a phantom, i see, ❜ his breath is carried away by the breeze flowing at his back, the master sword idle at his side yet glistening with an unnatural light; a silent prayer to use the blade to finally banish evil. if this man is darkness, then he shall be light. / @withevileyes!

[fatesgoddess]

        There is a man -- no, a monster -- that sits on the throne that once belonged to her family. Anger burns hot in her veins; a fire raging inside that can no longer be controlled. Vengeance is the driving force that keeps her feet moving, urging her closer and closer to her goal of reclaiming what rightfully belongs to her. It has been years since the idea first came to her -- dangerous, ill-conceived, foolish -- but she knows that she can no longer lie in wait. Action needs to be taken if the world is to change. In the shadows she remains, distant as she eavesdrops on his minions, desperate for anything that could help her cause. ( @withevileyes ! )