Yosuke: WE'RE NOT DATING???????????
Teddie: YES U ARE NANAKO TOLD ME!!!!!!!! ISNT THAT TRU SENSEI????
Nanako: ooo h no
Souji: We're not dating. Nanako-
Nanako: i'm so sorry!! i was talking to my classmates about you two and how you're partners! my classmate said that means you're dating!! it clicked in my head! i really thought you two were!!! im so so so sorry i thought everyone already knew too even chie, rise, and kanji thought so!!
Teddie: wait wait wait so ur telling me im not getting yosukes room- i thought you two were sure to be sharing a room by now
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Weird Horsegirl Ganondorf fun fact of today is that in Ocarina of Time Ganondorf rides without a bridle! Even in the concept art his horse lacks any bit or reigns (as does Epona, and every other horse).
What it mainly means is that the N64 didn't have the power to mess with an unnecessary complex item to render -- but what it could be interpreted to mean for the sake of fandom fun is that the horses are raised and trained to be ridden bridleless.
Not to be up my own headcanons about horses being a big thing in Gerudo Valley and Malon's mom being Gerudo and there being a reason that Gan's horse is specified as a pure black Gerudo Stallion because other Gerudo horses don't look like that but -- have you seen the dressings on the other horses?
All of them, even Zelda's horse, have a call to Gerudo patterning. Except for Epona, who was only able to be approached, touched, and ridden by Link and presumably Malon herself.
It's no secret that the Gerudo are more or less pulled from African and Arabic cultures, but fun fact about Arabian horses, they used to be given as prized gifts to royalty and important political figures.
So if they are inspired by Arabian horse history --
Although the specific area of the Arabian Peninsula where the breed originated can’t be pinpointed, it is widely accepted that around 2500 B.C., the Bedouin people were responsible for developing the desert horses that became the ancestors of the Arabian horse. The nomads’ keen horse sense and meticulous attention to proper care and breeding created an animal that could withstand the harsh environment of the desert, surviving extreme heat and cold with little water and the food they shared with their handlers. A life of travel also required horses with great lung capacity, endurance and stamina. (x)
It's very possible that all of the horses in OoT have ancestry in Gerudo Valley!
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I was gonna ask for number 3 for iruma, *briefly, he wonders when this turned into a cinderella story* but iruma was a cinderella story right from the start, lol, so!
How about number 18? I can see it fit very well for when one of Irumas friends learn about his parents, but feel free to take it any way you want!
As the saying goes, you learn something new every day. Today he learned that, apparently, homicide was an act of love.
Sat on the floor of the Magitools battler, Alice worried, shredding paper with his claws so he didn't shred his own hands. Iruma hadn't used his wings when they'd battled the kraken, instead getting into position with a surge of water. That wasn't too strange - he didn't know much about archery - maybe flight wasn't stable enough? But - it was the silliest thing. Iruma had tripped in the sand. Most demons would instinctively flare their wings to stop themselves from falling. Iruma hadn't.
"Azz-azz?" Alice jolted, whipping around to face the door. Clara padded in, looking concerned. "Whats wrong?" Alice shouldn't. If he was right, then it was a massive invasion of privacy to be speculating like this. But, he just couldn't let it go.
"Have you ever seen Iruma's wings?" Clara laughed, sitting down beside him.
"Of course -" she paused, brow furrowing. "I - have I seen Iruma-chi's wings?" her face twisted, hands clutching at her dress. Alice watched as she squirmed, lip bitten and fighting with herself. "Iruma-chi's really close with his grandpa, but never talks about his parents." The words tumbled out of her, almost overlapping. Alice wished she'd never said them.
"No - not their own son - they couldn't have -" But Iruma was so small when he'd started at Babilus - all hollow faced and bird boned. It could have just been how he looked, but he'd filled out quickly, pale skin warming, his hair regaining a luster Alice hadn't known it was missing. Iruma, who hated fighting but who's skin was crisscrossed with scars.
The horror faded rapidly, replaced by a burning, aching rage. He saw his anger mirrored on Clara, her face contorted into a snarl he'd never seen her wear before. He breathed carefully, fighting to keep himself from slipping into his wicked phase on school grounds.
"Azz? Clara?" Iruma's soft voice doused his anger, leaving a clawing sadness in its wake. "Are you guys ok?" Alice couldn't help himself - he threw himself at his friend, wrapping his arms around him like he could shield him from the world. Clara clearly had the same idea, wrapped around his back like an octopus, hands fisted in his uniform jacket.
"If anyone hurts you, I'll kill them." Alice muttered, face pressed into his hair.
"I'll make them wish they were dead!" Clara near yelled into Iruma's shoulder, almost looking like she was trying to merge herself into him in her distress.
Iruma flushed brilliantly, so bright they could feel the warmth radiate from his face. "I don't - what's going on?"
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