my work has gone all out decorating for Christmas for some inane reason and BY FAR the worst part of this is that they've hung about twenty grapefruit-sized brightly-colored spherical ornaments from the ceiling in the lobby, and EVERY SINGLE TIME I PASS THEM it takes every once of effort in my little body not to give in to my darkest desires and start whacking them like baseballs
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Revali desperately wants some kind of reaction from link. Everything he tries fails miserably. After a particular comment about links family, he finally got one! In the form of a punch to the beak
okay I'm combining this one with a very similar prompt: wild gets mad and punches someone in the face hard enough to break their jaw
Link was the very pinnacle of self-control. Even against pricks like Revali. He was an expert in bottling up his petty anger until he was in front of a monster and using it to slice the poor creature into purple dust. He rarely even flinched when confronted with jealous warriors who believed they deserved the sword on his back more than he did.
As if he hadn't spent his whole life with a blade in his hand and an easily verified history of undefeated victory under his belt ever since he was a child. It was that idea that kept him from getting upset when warriors with massive egos tried to taunt him into a fight. He knew his ability and it wasn't his fault that they were threatened by him.
But he wasn't as untouchable as people seemed to think. He wasn't a statue or an idol to be looked upon and prayed to for their salvation, he wasn't a figure from the legends, although, maybe he was. He didn't really feel like one. Behind his well-crafted mask of stone, he was still a person, a teenager.
No matter how perfect he tried to be, he was still just a mortal boy. And he was really dreading the week-long excursion to Rito village to attempt the divine beast's first flight. A whole week spent within earshot of Revali and his constant infuriating squawking.
Unfortunately, the Rito champion had made it his mission to get a reaction out of him, and after hours and hours of endless mocking and fluffing up his feathers, he succeeded.
The princess was off inspecting Vah Medoe for some last-minute checks and had left her personal knight and the divine beasts pilot behind, as neither of them were well-versed in ancient mechanics. Link stayed on his guard while Revali came up with more and more things he could say to bother his fellow champion.
"At this point, I can't even tell if you're simply too stupid to speak or if you have some kind of mental affliction damaging that puny head of yours. I suppose that's what too many moblin clubs to the cranium will get you..." Revali rambled while Link focused on taking even measured breaths.
"Is that why they got rid of you so fast? All those stories about your impossible feats as a toddler were all made up so your parents had a reason to get you out of their sight? I mean, are we supposed to believe that a scrawny four-year-old hylian could even pick up a sword? It's just... too asinine to even consider!" The rito laughed, within the hidden confines of his mouth, the hero clenched his teeth together.
"Well, if that's the case, I don't blame them! Perhaps they were fools for not simply leaving a runt like you to succumb to the elements! I've seen you, you won't even speak to them! I wonder if they regret not leaving you to the beasts as a babe..."
It was then that Link snapped. Before he could break his teeth or let his nails cut into the skin of his palms. After years and years of relentlessly focused control, that was the thing that tossed all his training out the window.
With a swift yank to the bird's champion blue scarf and a satisfying crunch, Link's fist made contact with the side of Revali's beak, sending the rito to the ground causing a heavy thud and a distressed squawk.
"If you wanted me to grace you with my voice so badly you could've just asked, now shut the fuck up for once in your self-obsessed life you overgrown cucco," The hero growled as the rito champion cradled his jaw in his feathery hand and looked up at him with a certain kind of indignant horror.
For the next six days and surely beyond, the mouthy bird had his beak bound by bandages, unable to open it for even the simplest mention of gloating.
The silence was just as sweet as he hoped it would be, and though it was impossible for a single punch to keep Revali's ego at bay, from then on, his insults tended to remain far away from the line he had crossed that day.
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I cannot. BELIEVE. That I meet this little chess coat ass slicker boy who shot me in the head. In the HEAD. I talk. I decide, for no remotely deserved reason, to forgive him.
He’s all like “Awww thank you.” Leaves. Sends in FOUR HITMEN immediately to kill UNARMED me!!!
I kill them. Walk to the intercom and he’s, no emotion, “Sending the cleaners in to cover up the body. Make sure they’re thorough.”
I’m like “I’m going to destroy you.”
His punk ass bitch self goes “what the fuck?!?” and flees
Benny you dead motherfucker
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for the character ask: anatoly, 3 and/or 20!
character ask game
3. A song that reminds me of them
swan lake, op. 20: act II, no. 10: scene: moderato followed very closely by valse sentimentale, op. 51, no. 6 arr. for cello and piano
20. A weird headcanon
i personally think it would be very funny if anatoly was REALLY into russian hardbass and other similarly related music like cha cha cha by käärijä. this probably only really happens when he's drunk (and probably only after his marriage continues to deteriorate) but i think it's a way for him to let off some incredibly pent up steam from years and years of self discipline by knocking back a few shots and just going fucking bonkers
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