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[vagueandominousvibes]

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We've got a couple of hours to wait for the ferry to arrive, so I can finally answer!

I think I mentioned this fanfic idea to you in private, but at this point I highly doubt it's going to get written. The idea is a sequel to the Dad Fic(TM). It's set several years later, when the boys have grown up and flown the nest. The protagonist would he Blue.

Blue is working as a medical doctor at the royal healing ward in Hyrule Castle. After Arn figured himself out and started making an effort, Red and Green were quick to forgive. Vio and Shadow went off to travel the world (more on that later), but do frequently send letters home with odd memorabilia from their adventures.

Green is officially courting Zelda, but has to go through a seven-year trial thing (not fully decided what that is yet), so they're not married yet, though at this point everyone expects them to be very soon and Green attends most royal events as a consort.

Red has married Alina. They've opened a bakery together, have an adorable daughter and a second on the way, and still live at home with Arn, looking after Arn as he ages and keeping the family home and any brothers who might drop in.

Blue tends to come over for dinners most nights and does technically have his own room there, but prefers to stay at his own flat elsewhere in town. He's struggling with the new family dynamic. Before, he was a shoulder to cry on and an arm to throw a punch. He was a wall for the others to hide behind, and someone who would stand up for what was right. Now, though? They don't need him anymore, and he has no idea what to do with himself.

So he works, babysits his niece, has dinner with Red and Alina, and has the occasional lover. And that's another thing: Red has Alina, Green has Zelda, Vio has Shadow, but Blue? Blue doesn't know what it means to "have" someone. He "had" his brothers, but he's sure that's not what it means to "have" someone. So he sees people — men and women alike — and the closest he gets is a merchant who only visits occasionally.

Except now the merchant hasn't visited for a long time and, despite himself, Blue is getting worried. Tensions are increasing on their western border. There are talks of sending healers and field doctors. Blue considers offering his service.

Vio and Shadow have been quiet for a long time too, which is another reason to worry. Are they alright? Are they safe? (Are they alive?)

So he works, babysits his niece, and has dinner with Red and Alina.

Finally the merchant comes by. He's quiet, stays the night, and disappears in the morning. But Blue is relieved. At least "his" person is fine.

That evening Red comes by to chat, and they walk home for dinner when they see smoke and fire. People in the street are yelling and carrying buckets of water.

They run.

The entire house is on fire.

Blue tears his coat off, dumps it on Red, and dashes into the inferno. Behind him, Red shouts his name.

In the fire, Blue finds Alina and his niece. He carries them out, then dives back in for his father.

This is all I've got so far, beyond the ending, which is going to be Red telling Blue the second child has been born, then asking if Blue would like to move back into the family home and be a more permanent part of the children's lives.

At some point I think Vio and Shadow are going to come back, but not sure when. Maybe the fire happens later? No clue! But I do really like this story idea :)

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For the fanfic ask game: 📥📝🍰!

📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on? Ooh this is a hard question. XD I think my answer is incandescently happy, because it seems to make a lot of people happy. Also, Shatterproof, for the same reason.

📝 What is one growth area you have for your writing? I would like to get better at pacing. When I write stories with plot, I think the speed of the writing increases, and there's no time for the reader to breathe. Maybe I'm overthinking it, I don't know!

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn’t have to be your all time fave). I hope you don't mind, Kalh, but I'm calling out yours here. XD I don't always reread fics, but I have gone back to your Knights Lodge story several times to reread the few chapters there. It just has such a comforting atmosphere! (Every Day is Christmas if the Vibes are Right is here for anyone curious)

[rougkou]

I was tagged by @the-sun-the-green

Rules: answer 20 questions and then tag 20 bloggers you want to get to know better

Kanw tag kapoia cause i don't remember much

Name: Stella

Nickname: den exw i guess(sad)

Zodiac sign: ♓

Height: 1,68 (nomizw)

Languages spoken: greek english

Nationality: greek

Favorite season: spring i think

Favorite flower: sunflower kai giasemi

Favorite sent: giasemi, kafes kai vanilla

Favorite colour: purple

Favorite animal: doggos

Favorite fictional character: Rick Sanchez

Coffee, Tea or Hot chocolate: Coffee

Average sleep hours: ..........

Dog or cat person: mostly dog

Number of blankets you sleep with? 1

Dream trip: camping se vouno me potami

@akkeijiss @monaxikos-skantzoxoiros @s--u--n--s-h--i--n--e @heusedtocallmednn @360patates @kalhspera-kai-kalh-vradya @argxro

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Little Devil

warnings: threats of death | mention kidnapping | mind manipulation | canon-typical violence

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Jason sat back in one of the chairs as he cleaned the crowbar in his hands. His eyes tracked the movement of the man in the middle cell. The man had crying and screaming himself hoarse as he and Jamila took out his companions. It had gotten to the point where Jamila walked into the cell and forced him to silence or she’d give him a real reason to scream.

He hasn’t done anything since.

Jamila herself had hosed her body down until it was clean enough for her to venture upstairs. She had showered and now she was resting in Roy’s friend Kyle’s room. The space cop sometimes came over with Roy when he and Connor were on good terms. They descended into Roy’s workshop and more often enough Kyle was bringing back metals from Planet Vegeta to fix whatever they broke in there.

Whatever.

He needed to go check on Talia. He didn’t know how long he had been down here. Jason stood to go change when an alert went off on the computer behind him.

His computer was better in ways that Oracle’s ad Batman’s weren’t. They searched for crimes and put pieces together. His idea came from a movie. Captain America: TWS if he was sure. The algorithm was wonderful and once he told Talia about it and let her watch it herself, she stopped at nothing to find someone who could make her something similar if not better. So yes, Jason has his own Project Insight except it was filtered. Potential targets were filed away by threat level.

People were like chess and Jason found that he liked moving pieces into his corner. Almost two-thirds of the people that pop up either work for Head Industries or the League now.

If only he could convince Talia that Tony Stark was not that suitable to be her superhero crush.

(“Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong Habibi… he is a man with great influence and an incomparable mind. His morals are unbreakable with knowing when to sacrifice them for necessary evils. My only complaint would be this Marvel continuously writing him to be their sacrificial lamb and unorthodox villain for the sake of making Private Rogers look well. [Its Captain America, T?] Have you not watched the movie Jason? Steven Rogers was made captain to sell war bonds and disrespected a chain of order. It was for plot development that he was made into a captain. In a real world, none of his actions would have suffice. Anthony is practical and though his jokes fall short, it is quite easy to see that he makes up for it. And besides, what kind of woman would I be if I didn’t appreciate his appreciation of a strong woman. He clearly sees females as the superior sex.)

Jason shook his head and paid attention to the details crossing his screen. Roy was calling. He rose a brow and answered.

The red head looked frantic. His green eyes were lit with worry and grief. “Jason! Jay, please. I need your help! Connor’s been kidnapped by the League of Shadows!”

Well fuck.

--

Damian was brought out of his musings as his communicator went off. He spared a glance at his mother who was recreating a picture that Todd had hanging on his wall.

The person on the other end didn’t even give Damian time to speak before they began barking orders, “Get to the Batcave. The others will meet you there. I’m bringing a guest.”

Damian only spared a minute to stare at his phone before he was abruptly standing up. His mother looked up at him and was on her feet and in a defensive position before he could even blink. Damian tilted his head to the side and hummed. She was favoring her right side leaving herself vulnerable to attacks to her left and then he saw the knife in her hands (and where the hell did, she get that---Todd was going to kill him).

“Pack a bag. We will be staying at castle for an undetermined amount of time.”

She roamed her eyes around the room three times before nodding her head and walking away to what she showed him to be her room.

Cain walked over to him and tilted her head. She ran a hand through his hair, and she was one of the few people who could do so without risk of being stabbed. Damian sighed through his nose, “We need to leave and return to the Cave. Todd is bringing a guest.”

He could feel her nod before she was following his mother. Damian wondered just who this guest was. He hoped it to be their enemy, so that he may show them what happens when one attacks the Al Ghuls. The demon inside him cried for blood. This dastardly attack on his mother cannot stand and someone will have to pay.

Damian smiled a cruel smile. Yes, whoever Todd’s guest was will pay dearly for causing harm to his mother.

--

All Al Ghuls knew where the Batcave was located. It wasn’t a secret. They knew where it was, how to get in there detected and undetected, hidey-holes, and how to navigate the computer without raising alarms.

Personally, Jamila never bothered with it. She was content to living her life traipsing the globe making a name for herself that would one day rival her parents.

And yet, somehow, here she was standing in the cave with all the bat brats staring at her. Well standing wouldn’t be the right word. She was lounging across their debriefing table cleaning her nails with one of her knives. Her green-blue eyes tracked everyone’s movement and took note of the many exits and passageways she had been forced to learn.

And then-

Her knife fell from her hand.

Jason moved next to her and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. Jamila gave a full body shudder as she saw what her stupidity led to.

“Kalh,” the word dropping from her mouth. She was sure she would’ve sunk to the ground if Jason was not supporting her.

This miniature version of her aunt looked at with something akin to suspicion and recognition.

She drank in the similarities to the woman she knew to the child standing before her. She took deep pleasure in knowing that she looked like her aunt instead of her mother when she was an infant. It wasn’t long before the butler was whisking her away at Jason’s order.

“Who are you to claim relation to the Al Ghul line,” her other cousin demanded. Jamila turned her head to look at him and quite honestly, she found him lacking. Oh, so she can see the potential. She can see where he would’ve been great. But it’s this idiotic way of ignoring his instincts and obviously ignoring his birthright that makes him unworthy of her attention. It’s no wonder that he fell to the end of the line of succession regardless that it was only because of the death of their grandfather.

Jamila only manages to stop herself from sneering. Jason informed her of his infuriating plan. Announcing her as the heir? It was the reason they were in this mess to begin with! And he just goes and saddle her with a title she does not want! That she threw away!

She can feel Jason sigh because he just knows how she’s going to react.

And react she did.

Pulling herself to full height, Jamila looked down her nose at her younger cousin. Honestly, even Anastasia wasn’t this infuriating, and that little spoilt princess made Jamila want to travel back in time and put her knife through her egg.

“I am your superior in all that matters. I am the Demon of Death. The snake cloaked in poisons with more blood on my hands than a blood bank. I am Jamila Al Ghul-Wilson. Daughter of Nyssa Raatko and Slade Wilson. Rightful Heiress to the Demon’s Head.”

“Rightful,” the one Jason fondly calls replacement questioned. She ignored the spluttering from her youngest cousin that she was lying. As if she wanted to be born to either of her parents.

Jamila tilted her head to the side, “Jason has informed me that my half-brother has been kidnapped. It is obvious that my Mother has taken him and with Mistress Talia compromised, Mother has the right to the throne. She doesn’t know about me, so she’d name my brother her heir.”

The blue idiot that had once thrown her cousin-heart in Arkham sneered at her, “Why should we even trust you? We might as well beat you and Nyssa and dismantle the League of Shadows. It’ll save us a lot of trouble.”

Jamila smirked, “You? Beat me? Don’t make me laugh.”

He puffed up and took a step towards her and Jamila’s smirk widen. She could feel interest piquing in her and her fist clenched ready to lay down the truths.

“I’ve beaten your father and Cass beat your mom—”

Jamila snorted, “Irrelevant. I’m a better fighter than both. Lady Shiva has said that I am better fighter than herself. So, you and your Cass- “

“Mila,” Jason groaned. “Do you have to antagonize everybody?”

“It’s a part of my charm,” she shrugged. “We need a plan and we can’t really do anything until the Mistress is back to her rightful age.”

She pulled a jump drive out of her pocket and handed it to Jason. He had already read all the information on there and copied it to his own computer. Jamila smirked. She also knew he made the data unable to copied again to try would upload a virus on the device download so viscous that no data would ever be able to be added.

Her cousin looked at her with amusement in his unmasked eyes as he moved towards the Bat. Her eyes tracked the Batman’s movement and she couldn’t see what her aunt saw in him. He was so plain.

Jamila trailed her eyes around the room before the sound of people entering caught her attention. She glanced over at the newcomers. She quirked a brow when she saw Jason’s friends.

The clone that Jason took after like a father to a son bumbled down happily alongside the Amazon with the eye-catching thighs. Jamila was suddenly glad that she had her own mask covering her face. Those thighs looked completely delicious.

Following behind them were the alien princess that Jason also befriended. Jamila trailed her eyes down her body. Now this was a woman. She didn’t understand how Jason managed to control himself with such beautiful women surrounding him. And honestly, it is no secret between the two cousins that they both have a thing for strong women.

Following behind them was the red head archer. The one Jason told her was the adopted brother of her mother’s son. And from the way the others following behind could only be his family. Her lips curled back in a snarl.

She had no use of compromised agents.

Jamila could feel a heavy stare on her, and her gaze trailed across the room until she could see Lady Shiva’s daughter staring at her. Jamila wondered what she could read through her body language before she shrugged uncaringly and made her way to Jason’s side.

“Remind why I exactly did I allow you drag me here with these imbeciles,” the Farsi language dripped off her tongue like water and she inwardly smiled. She had done her research on all of them, and she knew for a fact that none of them spoke Farsi. But she almost remembered Jason mentioning that the alien had to actually kiss people to learn new languages and well Jamila knew a lot of languages.

“Because we have to stop your mom and we have strength in numbers,” Jason replied absently as he and the Bat looked over the information on the junk drive. Jamila glanced up at it and inwardly snorted. She hoped that they weren’t thinking of leading an attack going by the old structure of the compound.

“But- “

“You can also use them as distractions while you proceed to beat the shit out of your mother and declare yourself the best of the Al Ghul lineage.”

Well it was true. It was she who took down her grandfather for good after all. Though it was also nice to have facts and her mother, and her brother was the one Al Ghul she hadn’t fought. Damian hadn’t counted. He would need help to beat her just like Anastasia. She will fight them when they are older and more experienced. She scowled, “Damn you and my competitive nature.”

“What are the two of you talking about?”

It was the blue idiot again. She whirled around ready to continue her verbal onslaught when Jason placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Its none of your business, Dickhead.”

Jamila inwardly smirked before she turned back towards the computer. She noted the routes that they planned on taking. “Shouldn’t we be focusing on fixing Aunt Talia instead of planning the attack?”

“You know Batman has to be prepared. Uh… you know he has contingency plans for his contingency plans.”

If she didn’t stop now, she was sure her face would be stuck in a permanent scowl. “In other words, he’d rather be an idiot and focus on the problem that Connor has been kidnapped instead of the obvious connection that this is just a ploy.”

“Well when you put it that way… Ouch!”

Jason rubbed the back of his head from where she had slapped it and the two of them stood glaring at each other. His eyes to her mask. She sighed deeply and it felt as if a weight had gathered on her shoulders.

“We need the Mistress to be back to her right age. It’s imperative- “

“Okay enough of this! How can you expect us to work together when we don’t even know what you’re saying!”

She was going to shove that escrima stick so far up his ass.

“Jamila knows what’s at stake and I trust her to have our back.”

“You might trust her, but I don’t,” he exclaimed. His fist clenched and his gaze darkened with every glance he spared the cousins. Jamila was struck with a sudden realization and she laughed aloud.

“By the demon, he’s jealous!”

Honestly, she couldn’t stop her shaking shoulders if she tried. It was just hilarious.

“What,” Jason’s words were followed by an almost immediate denial of, “No I am not,” from the Dickhead?

“Hate to say it ‘Wing, but you totally are,” the blonde and purple one stated. “You’ve been in this weird state of confusion and jealousy since everything started. You’re almost bad as B.”

Jamila perked with interest before turning to look at Batman. He was jealous?

“This family is fucking weird,” Jason grumbled before pointedly turning away. “Can we focus on the mission now? I think we’ve got a good plan to rescue to Connor.”

They all moved to crowd around the screen even Jason’s friends and the Arrows. Jamila stiffened and quickly moved away. She knew none of them well enough for them to be so close in her personal space.

She sniffed disdainfully from her reclaimed spot on their debriefing table returned to cleaning her nails. She paid little attention to the plan they were going over and honestly, it was a shit plan. Going in through the cover of night? Cliché. Taking down the systems? Predictable and inclined to fail by the five multilayered and encrypted security systems. Hit them before they see you takedown? Unlikely to work with the patrol.

“It won’t work.”

It was as if the world stopped. She rose a brow in challenge.

“What?” Roy asked with such heartbreak on his face that she might have felt guilty. But she didn’t know him. Didn’t care for him. Didn’t care about him. So no, she didn’t feel guilty.

“It will not work,” she shrugged. “The compound has changed for one. These plans you are looking at come from Construction 855b. It hasn’t looked like that for six months now. I should know. I was there when the changes began.”

“You didn’t think to let us know before we started planning,” the Dickhead growled. Jamila sighed deeply.

“I do not like you and it is only out of respect for my cousins that I have not beheaded you.”

She took little notice of how the yellow bat took a cautious step away from her and closer to Lady Shiva’s daughter.

“Mila,” Jason groaned and pressed his hands into his face. She shrugged.

“I have already stated that we cannot do anything until Mistress Talia is back to her rightful age.”

“I’m sorry, but who are you again?” She switched her gaze to the person that had spoken. The Green Arrow. Her mother’s second husband.

She smiled sweetly, “I am Jamila. Jason’s cousin.”

The alien flew close to her and Jamila deserve a reward for not stabbing her in the eye. “Ahh, you are cousin in the picture on Jason’s nightstand. It is nice to finally meet you. I am Koriand'r.”

A small smile pulled at her lips. It was not fond. “It’s very nice to meet you.”

But the peacefulness couldn’t last long because the Blue Idiot was back, and he brought a friend. The girl glared at her suspiciously and Jamila stared back blankly. “You’re hiding something,” she accused.

“I am hiding a lot of things,” Jamila stated. “‘Tis not a crime. And it is none of your business.”

“Its my business if it leads to any of them getting hurt,” she shot back, and Jamila smiled sharply. The Blue Idiot narrowed his eyes at her before moving to once again complain to Jason.  Idiot. “And as I have just stated, it isn’t any of your business.”

“I don’t trust you,” she sneered. And Jamila laughed again, “The feeling is quite mutual.”

The girl searched her features before sighing, “Look- “

“No, you look… I care for none of you. I do not like any of you and if you died, I would not shed a tear. The only people on this property that are worth my attention are Jason, Damian, and my aunt. I am only here out of loyalty to them. You all want to rescue Connor and I do not blame you for that but getting my aunt back to her rightful age is the only way. And I care not for your opinion. It hasn’t been worth anything ever since the words ‘You’ll never be Dick Grayson’ tumbled out your mouth. Do not think that I do not know who you are Barbara Gordon. Because I do and I do not care.”

“Why is getting Talia back so important to you,” the blonde asked as she walked over. If she had been trying to be intimidating, then she needed work.

“She is my aunt.”

The blonde (Stephanie, her mind supplied) looked at her in frustration, “Well yeah, I get that. But why is it more important than saving Connor? I mean she’ll still be here if we go after him first.”

Jamila rolled her eyes at the ignorance being presented in front of her. She cast a glance around the room and notice how they seemed to have garnered everyone’s attention, “Look you guys don’t trust me. I get that. Jaycee’s word isn’t enough. But Talia is my aunt and the only person standing in this room besides me and Jason that she cares for is Damian. You don’t want to help her? That’s cool. That’s fine. But if you so much as think you’re going to stop me… ME… from helping her? I will kill all you right now and fix her myself.”

She laughed at the way they all tensed defensively. She rose a brow watching how the archers’ fingers flexed as they controlled themselves. Batman attempted to stare her down, “We don’t have the time to spare- “

“Make it,” she cut him off. “The Mistress is way more important than my brother right now.”

“Brother,” the Green Arrow choked. She sneered, “You are so not my father.”

She turned back towards the back, “Mother will do nothing to Connor now that she has him, but she does want Talia. She will stop at nothing to get her. Right now, she’s protected. None of Nyssa’s operatives can enter Gotham without facing death.”

“We’re not- “

“Tawaquf,” she stated and watched as all the Bats and Jason freeze up. Weapons were pointed at her and she flipped out of the way as the alien princess and amazon headed for her. “I apologize for the distress Jason, but I do not have the patience to play these games with them.”

“Undo whatever it that you have done, and I will not kill you quickly,” the Amazon snarled. Jamila smiled in challenge. Now that would be a good fight. She turned her head in interest ready to apply pressure. She could feel something awakening in her as its power seeped through her pores. It coated the room before wrapping around her in a cocoon.

“I will like to see you try,” she teased. She could see the way Shiva’s daughter attempted flinched away. She could see how Jason and Damian both wanted to move forward and embrace her.

“The Lazarus Demon,” she heard. Her gaze flittered over towards the Green Arrow and Black Canary. She saw the way the Amazon flinched away. “You recognize my friend? How?”

Then she shook her head, “Never mind. That is irrelevant. The code word I used was a trigger into an automated system that my grandfather had injected into the blood of all operatives of the Bat including you, cousin mine. You might not remember but the Mistress has used it on you plenty because of your past with the pits.”

Jamila moved towards the Bat computer and began to search. Jason had told her that the Bat had most of the things needed for the scientific part of the cure. It was the magical part that will be a problem. But like her cousin, she’s had some fun traveling through the multiverse and she met people.

She turned towards the others in the room. The Outlaws and the Arrows. “I will help you that I promise, but Mother will be prepared for retaliation. By kidnapping Connor, she knows that you all will follow. This can either go two ways. She will believe that Jason will follow you out of loyalty and thus leave Mistress Talia vulnerable. She may cannot get any of her operatives in here but that doesn’t mean she cannot pay someone else to.”

“Pay,” Roy cut in. His eyes widened, “Deathstroke?”

“Yes, the League has been a longtime customer to Mr. Wilson. Stealing the daughter of the demon will be child’s play to him. While she might expect you all, she might not expect Batman and his brood. She will think that Jason somehow managed to convince you all to stay back and guard the Mistress. The other part is that she does expect Batman. The compound has undergone construction made to slow you all down. She will employ these added additions.”

The Black Canary nodded her head as she cautiously moved closer. Jamila’s gaze turned to her and she could Lazarus turn its attention on her. “It makes sense. We all have a connection to Connor and using him can be a distraction for her to get Talia and for her to do whatever it is that she wants to Connor simultaneously.”

Jamila nodded, “You will need someone who knows the compound as it is now, and I only know half of it. I do not know all of it and I rather not run in blind. And these new additions are meant to stall. Any second waiting is a second we cannot afford.”

“Call up your magical contacts. I need someone to bless this bottle and bridge a contact with—” Jamila inwardly winced and her hand automatically raised to cover her now bleeding nose.  She ground her teeth together, “Bridge contact with the ancient goddess Manat.” Another hand rose to her ear and she inwardly growled at Lazarus. She didn’t even worship Manat.

“Are you okay,” the Green Arrow questioned with concern on his face. Fatherly concern at that. Jamila never had a father and the only mother figure she had was her aunt.

“Just peachy,” she growled. She could feel a heavy stare on the side of her head, and she turned to see her cousins looking at her. “Harar,” and then regained control of their bodies again. A pity that she will not be able to use it again and a blessing that Mother would not be able to use it at all. “Let’s just get this over with.”

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When you get this, answer with 5 things that make you happy, then send it to the last 10 people in your recent activity :)

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👾 No you cannot use the CD-i games, they don't count we all would like to forget about those

👾 Least Favourite Zelda game?

If I absolutely must restrict myself XD Phantom Hourglass, probably? I don't dislike it, I just found it rather boring.

Worth keeping in mind I've only actually played LoZ I, BotW, and TotK. I've watched walkthroughs of the rest, which I'm aware makes the experience very different.

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🐳💃✨🙊

🐳 If you were a Zelda character, what race would you be?

Realistically? A hylian. But I would love love love to be rito.

💃 Favourite BotW Outfit?

Stealth gear. Always. Makes combat and harvesting so much easier.

✨️ What piece of the Triforce would you wield?

I feel like a lot of people would say Wisdom, and I guess I can sort of see where they're coming from?

🙊 Unpopular Zelda Opinions?

More of a headcanon than and an opinion, but it's certainly not one I've seen much of: BotW and TotK come after Skyward Sword in the timeline, but before Four Swords. When Zelda goes back in time in TotK, she goes back to pre-Demise. No, I'm not taking criticism at this time.

For an actual opinion: I, personally, can't stand Revali's attitude. I'm not hating on anyone who likes him or ships him with any if the other main characters, I just personally Do Not Like Him. I think he's the only LoZ character I've encountered so far who the mere thought of makes pure rage well up inside me.

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[Blue’s fingers curl into the fabric of Green’s tunic and yank. Green tumbles into their arms, still warm, still limp, still bleeding, and Red hears Shadow laugh. Blue is peeling Green’s tunic back, searching for the wound they both know is there — the hole where Vio ran him through — and Red wishes he knew healing magic instead of fire magic.

On the platform, he sees Shadow say something to Vio. Vio smiles gently and replies softly. Shadow nuzzles into his cheek. Vio laughs, ears colouring, and tightens his arm around Shadow. Darkness swirls around them. When it disappears, they’re gone.

Red hopes they’re happy.]

this was one of the first vidow fics i ever read, and it's still SO incredibly effective. especially considering the word count! i would love to know more about your thoughts about the whole thing, this is just my favorite passage :)

I don't often rewrite scenes from canon, but this one in particular must have been such a horrific one for Red and Blue — they've already been tricked into thinking Green is dead once, and now they've seen Vio run him through, and there's nothing they can do to stop it.

We don't really get to see their emotions in the manga, because the scene is about Green and Vio first, Shadow second, and only then Red and Blue, but how must those two have been feeling? Vio betrayed them — again and again — and now Green's dead — for real this time — and what can they do against Vio and Shadow? What can they do, when a person they still love is the one they will have to face?

We don't really see this in the manga, but I think it's a pretty formative moment for Red and Blue. Correction: I can't imagine it NOT being a formative moment for them. If I was to write a follow-up, it would be them discussing it later, while Green is asleep, because yes, Green is alive, but in that moment, they felt the horror of losing him.

It's such a big moment, and you know how Blue later is the one who acts when Green doesn't? I think that reaction comes from — at least partially — seeing Green die and thinking he would have to fill Green's shoes after, and possibly also the horror of realising the full extent of what Green is to all of them and how he can't possibly be all of it, but gods be damned, he'll try.

So yeah! While I wrote it as an exercise to explore Red's character and PoV within the confines of canon (more or less), there's so much more going on there.

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👑 and 🏔️ for the Zelda ask game, please?

👑 Favourite version of Zelda?

Undecided, but a solid candidate is Zelda from Link's Adventure, purely because she's goes through some pretty defining events but is also a bit of a blank slate. It means I can develop her in a number of different ways when writing her, and I just find that rather exciting!

Other string candidates are: Tetra, Sheik, and TotK Zelda.

🏔 If you were in a Zelda game, where would you live? What would you be doing? (aside from being the hero or princess)

If I could live anywhere I wanted and do anything I wanted, I'd be that one weirdo Rito in the Hebra Region of BotW/TotK who got really into fruit trees, arts, and writing. I'd have this big greenhouse endeavour set up below Rito Village to help supply fresh foods.

Alternatively, I could very much see myself as one of the Wind Waker cryptids living on my own little island with a small forest, some wildlife, and a small wooden beach house; occasionally tossing bottled story fragments into the sea and inviting shipwrecked seafarers in for a cup of tea.

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Will the Norse Mythology Modern FS college AU ever continue?

I very much hope so! I've got most of it outlined from when I started it. Life and early Christmas prep (the joys of running an independent bookshop and managing various December events, am I right) has had to take the front seat for a while, and a lot of the FS fanfics demand a large emotional investment that I just don't have available at the moment.

But yeah! I do very much hope to get back to not only the Norse Myths Modern FS AU, but also my various other FS and non-FS projects :)

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💚🩷🩵! :)

💚 Ship you think deserves more love: An older and healthier Red/Blue. I know they're already one of the more prominent Four Swords ships, but I've read all the fanfics on Ao3 and my fields are dying. Please send help.

🩷 Ship that you like, even though it could never work in canon: Blue/Zelda, specifically when they're older and more thoughtful. A part of me really wants to explore it in fanfics, but Green/Zelda and Red/Blue are more prominent for me, so it feels wrong to write Blue/Zelda — almost like I'm personally betraying Green and Red.

Who knows, maybe I'll get over myself and give it a shot one of these days.

🩵 Old ship: Are we talking "old ship" as in a ship consisting of old characters, or as in a ship I've had for a long time?

Because if we go with a ship consisting of old characters, then it's got to be Clearbrook/Treestump in Elfquest. They're just such a wholesome and good couple, and help each other grow out of their individual griefs.

If it's a ship I've had for a long time, I'm afraid to say I've been firmly on the Russingon boat (Silmarillion) since my early teens, which is well over a decade now.

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assumption: you love mythology and nature, and your prose writing is deeply interconnected with the style of your visual art. you might write less often when you’ve find more fulfilling people and activities to do socially, away from the keyboard. maybe writing to you uses many of the same muscles as just being a person experiencing the world and sharing it with others. if so that’s pretty beautiful 🥺

… There might be something to that, actually. I’m aware writing always has been a way for me to share my experiences with other people and communicate the world (or a world) as I experience it. I never connected that with my levels of social interaction, but since moving in with my fiancé I’ve — overall — written less. When I write, I exist in the world and the mindset I write, and sometimes that doesn’t easily coexist with being around other people.

Take Just Close Your Eyes as an example: to write it, I need to place myself in Arn’s shoes and mindset, as well as the boys’, and that’s not a particularly good place to be. They’re all various levels of messed up, which means that I’ve got to be in a state of messed up to write their experiences. I think living with my fiancé and building a social circle that I interact with at least twice every week keeps me in the headspace needed to socialise, but also makes it harder to switch tracks — like I have to rediscover myself a little bit after every writing session.

(Btw showed your assumption to my fiancé, and his response: “Damn, she’s good” xD)

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are you still updating the Link’s Winter AU? I love it sooo much already!!

I very much want to!! Unfortunately I've got a number of metaphorical pans in the metaphorical fire atm - mostly due to my fiance not having a job rn and me needing to take on whatever extra work I can to make ends meet for us. As a result, most of my AUs have had to take a backseat.

But! They're still living in the back of my head and I'd love to get back to them soon :)

(If anyone wants to help free up some of my time for writing, consider supporting me on Ko-Fi!)

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If you're still taking prompts, how about: feather

I lean against the wall and watch Hyrule in silence. There were many things I didn't expect: the laughter, the smiles, the warmth — you ... You, with your gleaming grin and feather-light laugh — with your moonlit hair and dancing steps, as quiet as the darkness creeping over the land — you ... have no idea how difficult you have made this for me, do you?

"Vio?"

I turn to find you there, glass in hand, feet an inch above the floor. Elegant, I can quietly admit to myself. Stunning, my heart whispers, and dreads what I have yet to do.

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What's Untitled 5? 👀

Well, I'm glad you asked!

Untitled 5 is a story — possibly novel — I've been working on on-and-off for a while now. It's progressed slightly more since I started meeting up for a monthly lunch with one of the older ladies in church and swapping texts for feedback.

It's about two girls: a young woman engaged, to be married, who deep down wants to escape the conservative Christian structure of her family; and a little girl who can't see her mum. They're tied together by the girl's dad, who is the young woman's brother.

Here's an excerpt from the first chapter:

Dad’s study was a small room filled with stories. She knew she wasn’t allowed to touch anything without permission, but her fingers itched to explore. Light glowed in the shimmering patterns of tiny glass stones that swirled across the floor, like grass, flowers, and leaves in the middle of summer, and there was the beach, and the ocean washing up pink seashells. Hidden under an outcrop of wobbly piles of books was a big gnarly frog with squared eyes and a severe frown. Clay animals and hand-sown dolls with button eyes had a picnic in the sunset-lamp-light on the window sill, under the cascading leaves of potted plants, white stones on invisible strings, and a slowly turning arrow. In the corner was a mountain pouring red, purple, and golden lava. It pooled like pillows and blankets across the floor, between old drooping candles and many-coloured chalk drawings on grey stones from the beach. Dad’s wooden desk and his ruddy armchair stood like an island of stillness in the middle of everything else. Laura climbed into the armchair. Dad’s grey cardigan hung from the back of it. She put the cardigan on. The sleeves were much too large.

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So since I'm on mobile I'm having a really hard time copy pasting from AO3, but I'd love to hear about Sky's dream from chapter 1 of Out of Time! There were so many details in it!

Oh gosh, yes! Absolutely! Sky's dream is probably my favourite scene in Out of Time (so far, at least), partly because there are so many details in it. It's full of foreshadowing, so I'll do my best to keep spoilers to a minimum.

In the dream you've got several characters:

Sky

The King

The Prince

Zelda/Hylia (from Skyward Sword)

A woman in red

A child who looks like the King and calls the Prince "dad"

Based on illustrations and general info I've already given over on @winterlinksandotherlinks, we can equate this list (in order) to:

Sky

Hyrule

Legend

Sun

Aurora

Mitchi

In the dream, Sky sees Hyrule on the throne with Aurora and Sun on either side of him, and Legend as a spectre above/behind him. Magic flows like rivers of water from Hyrule, making the throne room they're in break open as nature grows and flourishes. All is well.

Then Mitchi comes running towards Legend, and as he approaches the throne, he grows and starts to resemble Hyrule more and more. When he sets foot on the first step up to the throne, Hyrule starts to wither.

Mitchi is hurled back by Sun who, as Hylia, apologises. She traps Mitchi in ice. Legend is enraged. He tries to save Mitchi, but can't, so he throws his rage at Sun/Hylia instead.

Meanwhile, Aurora begs Sky to help.

Somewhere in the timeline, something has gone wrong, and it has something to do with Mitchi. Hylia can't let him grow up, and Legend will wage war against her if she hurts him.

There's more to it, but that would be entering spoiler territory, so I'll stop here :)