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@gallowmerehero
palethorn at the end of medievil 2: it would seem that you bitches have come to a standstill at cathedral spires. you have thirteen seconds before the castle fucking explodes you hot topic wannabe and you blue gumball son of a bitch. you have done nothing but destroy my life i hope you both die
(26/11/19)
the medievil grand prix!
The Guardians of the Graveyard before the fight
💎 A guard on his toes, huh? A smirk formed as he hadn’t had trouble with security in a long while. The clattering of the statue must have gotten Bentley’s attention as the turtle chimed in. “Everything is good on my end.“ The thief twirled his cane to his side while crouching to the tile. He had some time to spare before having to bolt. His grin widen as the other man emerged, sword drawn. His cane rose, hook clanging against steel while pushing against the force. In the minimal light, he did make out the odd features, skeletal in appearance but, the man had seen stranger beings in his work force. “You’re not a guard are you?”
The glint of the dressed mannequin reminded the bandit he had a job to finish. “Hate to cut this short.” He quickly shifted the weight to one side, leaping towards the item, grabbing it and dashing away.
Sly is probably the slipperiest fellow Dan has ever crossed blades with, bar the sibilant salamander from 1886, and his quick exit leaves the knight befuddled. He lurches forward with the weight of an empty swing, hunching halfway to the ground and sticking there a moment -- probably trying to process why the world is suddenly off-kilter.
Raising his head, he looks left to right, and glowers as the raccoon tries to slink away.
He’s not faster than Sly, but he has a fairly good sprint. Darting after the thief, Dan swipes out his hand in an attempt to grab at his tail and tug him back into the hall.
( Give the suit to me! )
Daniel has absolutely no personal stake in this situation. He’s not even sure what Sly is trying to steal -- diamond-studded pyjamas? -- or why, since it doesn’t look his size. All he knows is that this place is a museum: a collection of history’s dandiest souvenirs, not a street-corner haberdasher.
“Oh,” Spinel squeaks, bouncing in place a bit. “Well then - What are we WAITING for?!” She gets excited again, probably just from Sir Arrowface’s simple grin, and backs away from him a couple of steps to give herself room to do a flip.
She goes end over end to one side, towards what she’s pretty sure is supposed to be the proper exit and entrance. “Let’s go see,” she says once she’s stopped, looking at her new friend upside down.
“…I mean, if y'want to right now, that is.”
( Please, go on! ) Dan replies, gesturing up the stairwell encouragingly.
He’s decided that he likes Spinel. After all this time, a court jester is sight for sore eye, and her exuberant manner is something he hasn’t seen for a long and weary age.
Of course, the Hall of Heroes is always alight with laughter and lazy forgetfulness, but Dan tends to find himself skulking around the edges of merriment. It’s not that he’s a miserable person, just that making merry isn’t as big of a production when you’ve been doing it for half a millennium.
Depositing something small and amber into a cleft by the gateway, it creaks open and lets them pass into the graveyard without a fuss.
{🔥}—; Spyro stretched his forelegs, even though the guy was telling him he might have to slay him despite what he was saying didn’t sit well with him but at the same time, the little dragon thought he could defend himself if he made another move on him which luckily didn’t seem likely for now.
Glancing up as Sparx, he could see his little companion flitted right beside him tiny little arms crossed as he listened but wasn’t too happy with how the villagers pretty much were super quick to assume Spyro was a threat, then clamoring to have him slain.
So far it looked like he was trying to come up with some way of helping him out, but this realm sounded like quite the place if they were willing to push the guy into slaying anything they got scared of…no exceptions apparently.
Once he heard him start speaking up again he listened closely, to make sure he took in what he was saying. “Sure, maybe I’ll pay ‘em a visit and hopefully they can lend me a hand. In the meantime though I gotta ask, how come the folks ‘round here are so keen on seein’ ya take me out? Is there seriously not another way to show ‘em I’m not here to cause trouble?”
Dan’s voice is hoarse, a groan like buckling metal as he weighs his choice of words.
( They’re stupid, ) he says, stoutly, before attempting to correct himself with more of a knightly suave. ( Well, simple. They seek things to kill, I kill them. They’re happy, I’m happy, and I daresay everyone in earshot is happy because they don’t half make a noise. )
Nobody likes to see a well-mannered witch or a jabberwocky out grazing the plains. Gallowmere runs on more of a “out of sight, out of mind” mentality, and trying to reason with its people otherwise is comparable in success to nailing beef goulash to the ceiling.
Perhaps if Spyro saved their lives, they’d be a bit more keen on keeping him around. But what are the chances of some larger, more fearsome threat jumping out now?
0vershadowed said: 3 and 6 for the portrayal meme? 8 as well if you're feelin spicy
Do you portray your muse differently to the general fandom?
yeah i’m pretty sure. from what i’ve seen lots of people like to write dan as a more friendly and chivalrous character where i’ve always thought of him as kind of a rudeass? he’s nice at heart, but he’s got literally no patience for people that tick him off and i like to write him both ways
Is your muse canon-divergent? How? Why?
kinda? he’s based in the original canon, that is the lore we were given back in 1998. i’m not a fan of either of the ME3 concept pitches and the fate’s arrow comic was hysterical, so i trashed all that stuff mentally like an angry god
plus i take a lot of inspiration from resurrection. it might not be the definitive kinda version, but it has SO much character building especially for dan and all the heroes in the hall. so i guess i have a mixed canon of the stuff i like best?
also i rewrote kiya
Do you use narrative text differently between muses, or does your writing stay the same style for everybody?
i totally channel muse through descriptive text and not just dialogue. it might have something to do with writing a lot of muses who are mute or have speech impediments but it’s mostly just because it’s hilarious. dan’s writing is overly british and it gives me a chuckle
Put ANY PAIRING involving my muse into my inbox and I’ll write something about it!
This could be my opinion, some headcanons regarding the topic, or even a drabble!
*walking down main street sweeping my scythe back and forth in front of me* watch out bitch! watch out bitch!
{🔥}—; Spyro leaned back on his haunches, since it looked like telling him he wasn’t here to cause trouble seemed to have the knight lighten up a bit on him. The young dragon knew that he was a dragon and depending on what realm he is in, people might not have the best reactions to him despite the smaller stature.
“All that, and you’re still sayin’ you’re gonna have to slay me? Psh, well I would head home but the portal I came through somethin’ is going on with it.” As in it was like it intercepted him and took him here, instead of where he was trying to go. “Not sure what happened, but if I can get a way back that isn’t gonna send me somewhere else that’d be great.”
( Sorry. )
It’s becoming a clear to Daniel that Spyro is no run-of-the-mill reptile, lacking in all the snobbishness and septic stink. He might be honour-bound to kill the little bugger, but sending him off back where he came with a few white lies should settle the villagers fine enough.
Drumming his fingers along the length of his sword’s grip, Dan is now content not to make much use of it. The magic within seems to wane and die with time.
( I know some folks who might do you some good, ) he suggests. ( Witches. Men who prefer more of a pansy wand effort; might be able to make you a better portal. )
Loarre Castle, Spain (by Chris Dingsdale)
Anonymous said: What’s the last thing you remember before death?
One’s own death is a bit of a hefty thing to recall. Sir Dan had thought he was prepared for it, long since over the ordeal, but the memories come to him all in fragments: out of order and underscored with the same chilling fear he’d felt so long ago. He clenches and unclenches his fists.
The last thing he can remember...
The uproar of an army at war. The weight of a sword in his hand, the dig of muck beneath his boots and the maroon bitterness of copper on his tongue. A strikingly red sky, and the silhouette of a wizard hoisted up against it like a harbinger of death atop his hordes.
One last bluff.
The sound of blood, water and humor splattering to the ground beneath his head.
( A blinding pain in the peeper, then near nothing at all. )
Portrayal Meme for the Muns
Do you like how you portray your muse?
Do you think you do your muse justice?
Do you portray your muse differently to the general fandom?
What aspects of your muse do you most want to explore?
Are you looking to write any particular relationships with your muse?
Is your muse canon-divergent? How? Why?
Is there a controversy or fandom disagreement revolving around your muse that has changed how you portray them?
Do you use narrative text differently between muses, or does your writing stay the same style for everybody?
What thread types (e.g. angst, fluff) do you think portrays your character at their most genuine?
Are there any crossovers you’d be especially interested in writing?
Do you write drabbles/headcanons for your character? Do you discuss them OOC, away from Tumblr?
Do you think your muse would act differently if they had interacted with different characters in the past?
Do you have any plans for the future of your muse? Would you like to see them grow a certain way?
Do you wish you had a better grasp on a certain aspect of your muse?
If you could start your blog again with a clean slate, what would you do differently with your muse? Would you change any of their base principles?
of-ice-and-shadows:
Well, when you’re forced to bottle everything up for three hundred years, and have nobody to talk to when you do finally want to let it all out, you just end up with… bursts of venting?
Talking to people is hard.
“A pleasure, Sir Daniel. I am Queen Vanessa, but… you can call me Vanessa! Or Van, a few people have called me that. Maybe Nessa? Wh- y’know what, just… call me whatever sounds best. Just… not ‘your highness’.“
If it’s informality she’s after, Vanessa has met the right skeleton. Daniel had ignobly called his own high ruler ‘Kingy P’ back in the day, and to absolutely no punishment.
Clearing his throat, Sir Dan lets out three honks of varying length, testing out each variant on his metaphorical tongue. One needs to apply some careful consideration when they’re down a mandible, and it turns out that shorter names get the wrong end of the stick.
( Miss Vanessa, methinks, ) he decides, finding it most distinct sounding. ( A pleasure to meet you properly! )
oroanillado said: [[ 10. Did you return for a reason? ]]
That’s a good question.
( Must’ve! ) he figures, ( I keep on waking up with all the other undead chappies, difference being I get to hold on to my wits. Can’t say for certain the reason why, but it gives me a chance at thwarting whatever so-and-so’s got their casting hands in necromancy. )
Frankenstein enters into a body building competition and finds he has seriously misunderstood the objective
