#this is no sword in particular

[chelfaust]

✦Flower Sword✦

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[canisalbus]

Imagine if Machete was Muslim instead of Catholic. His name would be something like Saif سيف, and Vasco would probably be something like Dhahabi ذَهَبِيّ

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[mantisgodsdomain]

He has canonically been boiled in oil before.

[aq2003]

#1 killer of toxic masculinities

[ivyithink]

what a little shit, honestly… good thing he’s pretty

another one for cringetober 2023! (some info under the cut here)

the prompt: day 15 — song lyrics! I have literally no idea why this is even on a list of “cringy” stuff??? do ya’ll hate fun and/or pain of combining characters you love with the songs you love??? anyway. the song!!

english translation:

lyrics being sung (ukrainian): “Hey I had me once a horse / Oh that horse was so rambunctious / Had me a sabre and a rifle / And a girl enchantress too…”

the reply (polish): “have you gone mad? what kind of girl am I?”

I don’t actually speak polish, so PLEASE do correct me if the translation is wrong!!! I tried my best with good old online translators, but again, not a native speaker, can’t be sure!!! I just really wanted to include the whole bilingual aspect of the film, because I love it a lot!))

[moonmacabre01]

The goo

[lilyharvord]

RQ Week 2 Flash Fic Friday

... a scene taken from a series of scenes for a fic I wil probably never write.... Bonswa my loves, I have returned (: @nortaeventcouncil. For RQ flash fic fridays (prompt 1 secrets)

“Would you have given them to me?”

            Mare glanced up at him with wary eyes, hearing the way his voice betrayed the nonchalance with which he asked his question. Somehow, she knew he would ask her at some point. It had really just been a matter of when for weeks now. Being at the cabin always seemed to loosen lips, and now was no different. The last thing she wants to do was open this can with him though. She had already suffered his presence from the moment it arrived, and all she wanted to do was stay in the tranquility of this moment for as long as she could.

            “Given you what?”

            His cheek twitched at her avoidance, but his eyes softened at the edges. Glancing away, he stared out the frosted window at the viciously falling snow. On the back of the plush chair, his fingers curled into claws on the blanket draped there. The storm had come violently midday and had stayed well into the night. Travel was impossible, leaving was impossible. She felt like a fish trapped in a tank with a shark.

            “Would you have… given me children?”

            Mare’s hand stilled on Coriane’s curls, and she had to forcibly keep herself from possessively wrapping an arm around her to pull her closer. The question wasn’t directed at Coriane at all, but something about the idea of it made Mare’s hackles rise. He hadn’t made any overt threats toward Coriane yet, at least none that Mare knew of. Maybe her threat had worked that first night, or maybe he had been telling the truth when he told he that he had nothing against her daughter. Given the past, the former had to be true.

            Slowly she returned to stroking Coriane’s damp hair, and considered her as she did so. Fresh from a warm bath, she dozed peacefully. The firelight bathed her in orange and red; the perfect colors for her palette. For half a second, she imagined her with different features, the more angular ones that used to haunt every one of Mare’s nightmares. She imagined her with blue eyes instead of mellow amber. Something in her stomach clenched tightly at the fact that she could not picture her daughter laughing with those blue eyes. She swallowed subtly before saying the only thing she could.

            “They never would have been ours. They would have been your mother’s.”

            His exhales whistles through his teeth, telling her she hit the nerve that has always made him curl in on himself.

            “That’s not true.”

            “Look at me and say that. Look at me and tell me that you really think I would have been allowed to raise them, that she would have let me.” She stared him down across the space, her hand stilling on Coraine’s head again before slowly guiding her closer. She wouldn’t be able to fit in her lap much longer, but it was the only way Mare felt like she could keep her close right this second.  

            He raised his chin at her, those icy blue eyes practically glowing in the low light of the dying fire. His cheek twitched again, and he curled his fingers into a tighter ball on the blanket.

            “I would have made her stay away from them.”

            Mare couldn’t help but laugh. The movement and sound made Coriane shift, and curl tighter against her. Cutting the sound off harshly to avoid waking her, Mare shook her head in exasperation. The least he could have done was say something believable. “You would have tried,” she admitted quietly, when Coriane had sighed and relaxed again. “And you would have failed.”

            His entire being went still as stone, and Mare felt the undulating waves of heat he tried to contain wash over her as softly as the waves on the lake shore. She watched him tear his eyes away from her, and gnaw on the inside of his cheek for a moment. The odd kinetic stillness she remembered settled over him as he began to tap a finger against his knee. Slowly he molded himself back into the blasé image he had been maintaining up until this conversation.

“You think I wouldn’t have loved them.”

            There wasn’t a hint of a question in his words, and Mare pursed her lips at the accusation. A part of her wanted to keep twisting the knife deeper, to inflict the pain she had always been able to with him. The other part, the one that had grown out of the bitter, resentful girl she had been stayed the blow, and ultimately won out.

            “I think, she wouldn’t have let you love them. Or me.” She added the last part quietly, but it still struck home like a blow.

            His finger started tapping again, and even in the low light she could see the nail was bit to the quick. The others were probably no better, so she didn’t bother looking at them. Before it had been easy to just remember the man who had been on the other side of cell bars taunting her and pulling at old wounds. It had been easy to remember the manic energy in his eyes when she had chased him down in Whitefire. Potentially facing the young man he had been underneath all that made her shiver. Her eyes slowly fell, and she dropped her voice to a whisper as she said, “There are no more secrets, not anymore.”

            “No more secrets.” He echoed the words mockingly under his breath before rising and slipping back into the shadows of the house. The fire popped loudly in the grate, the only residue of his emotions, while the wind howled outside and thunder rumbled faintly.

[alphagirl404]

For the zelda asks: 💣 🐳 👊?

💣 Favorite Zelda Item/Weapon?

I don't think this counts but I did like using the Bomb Rune alot in BotW. And Bomb Flowers in TotK (I guess I just like blowing things up).

SkSw on the other hand I think it be the Beetle cause I recall using that one the most in my playthroughs

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

I think maybe a Rito. I really their designs in BotW/TotK. Plus flying sounds more fun & convenient to me.

👊 Favorite Zelda Villain/Boss?

If we're talking about design wise, I say TP Ganondorf is peak to me.

But in terms of character, I think we know who...

[linkvcr]

I like to think that bc preening a birds head is a sign of friendship, which I think skyloftians do with their loftwings, I think that skyloftians also play with/braid/fix eachothers hair to signify how close they are to someone.

[thefirstknife]

"My court is love, and you will find me there"

I know it's kinda late to speculate this aspect in particular, but wouldn't be wonderful if Xivu Arath could be summoned by an unmatched act of unconditional love?

That would be really good. I guess it would also require it to be the Hive definition of love, so in a way, that remains to be true since it would require unimaginable violence, which is love.

Much to think about in the context of Caiatl and Umun'arath and how Caiatl's mercy killing of her former mentor was the final nail in the ritual to open Xivu's portal over Torobatl. And how this whole ritual was set up by Savathun, as a gift for Xivu, an act of love between the sisters. It can definitely be interpreted as exactly that.

[lucky-clover-gazette]

CORRUPTION BUT IT'S SUPER UNCHILL AU NEW CHAPTER NOT CLICKBAIT!!!

Chapter 4 of 5 (or 6. sorry) | 8217 words | Rated T but like, a high T

Darkness and light meet in the center of Lon Lon Ranch. “Hi, love,” Shadow Link greets the purple hero, circling around him appraisingly. The maneuver separates him from his allies, which Malon assumes is the point. “Shadow,” Vio says. Even now, he seems unable to summon contempt for his… whatever those two are to each other. The demon’s voice is both fondly condescending and condescendingly fond. “Look at that—you betrayed me after all.”

[bi-octavius]

me: uhh yeah, i guess sword/shield were kinda terrible i dunno it’s whatever ahahaha *dozens of sword/shield themed spotify playlists fall out of my pockets* oh shit wait hang on, let me just *bends down* *thousands of chairman rose photos scatter everywhere* wait fuck dammit FUCK *more rose photos fall out and a tidal wave of giovanni/rose aus and fanart *panicking* GOD WAIT FUCK—

[skyward-floored]

Me hearing any song about a guy and a girl being apart: wow this is just like skyward sword fr

[hirazuki]

I was just going through some art and fic of her, and got curious as to what everyone's thoughts are!

[rotisseries]

trying to find a new phone case everyone say boooooo ai art

[greatrunner]

1.10 - Fiend Alastor / "Devil Alastor"

"The final shape was decided upon. Mr. Kondo (modelling) arranged it for me, and when I actually put it on the screen, it was thin and poor. We called it, "a well designed, but slim image without any fancy things." We called it "Airmo", a mode of entry that flew around with great movement. Quick."

Hideki Kamiya, Devil May Cry Graphic Edition (pg. 14, Imagining Others) - Translated by DeepL (translation errors likely)

Alastor with a devil form makes me wonder if this was a cut element, or just an idea that ultimately never made it into the game.