#mini novel

[taikatoridreams]

Miss Daisy Bell is ready for Christmas

[mrneighbourlove]

A King to a God: Chapter 1. Change in the Wind (Preview for Ganzine)

Preview and first chapter for my full entry for the @ganzine2020. What would happen to Ganondorf if he had won outright against Zelda and Link at the end of Ocarina of Time? How would the events and antagonist of Majora’s Mask effect him? Find out in “A King to a God”. I hope that you enjoy this first chapter and consider contributing towards the Zine and its charity to have early access to the full story. My favourite and best work yet I feel. 

Lightning snapped against the blackened sky, illuminating the landscape in bursts of flashes. Fire crackled and spat wildly, shuddering with each step the mighty figure took. A roar thundered out, and clash of metal echoed far. Amidst this battlefield stood a man in green, battered and bloody. His courage was faltering. A princess stood not too far. Her wisdom unable to help her. And towering above the man, a monster with a red mane snarled down at him. His power burned and he felt victory beat like a drum. With one last swing, the beast threw his sword at the man in green. A sickening slice grated against the ground, the man falling to his hands and knees. A mighty roar filled the air, overtaking the scream of the princess. This day, Ganon, King of Darkness, had won.

His hand glowed with the Triforce of Power as he reached down to the boy known as Link. He could feel the boy’s life drain as he pulled the light from him. It was like a toggle being brought down when Ganon took the Triforce of Courage from Link. The Hylian’s heart stopped as soon as the Triforce transferred to the mighty King. Ganon felt a surge of strength flow through him. It appeared as if fate favoured him this day, as a beam of light struck him from behind. It burned his flesh, but due to the mighty magic of the Triforce of Courage, Ganon persevered against the magical attack. Raising an open hand, the King of Darkness opened fire a beam of malice at his attacker, entrapping Princess Zelda in a wave of pain.

The Princess’ body bled from the attack, as the darkness attacked her physically and mentally. She fought with all her will, but it was too late. Her body succumbed, and she felt the Triforce of Wisdom leave her. The King of Evil merely had to will the last of his treasure to him in her weakened state. Clenching his fist, Ganon felt the last piece of the Triforce enter his being. Waves of energy rippled through his body, and the King of Darkness felt a state of nirvana. After all his sacrifices, he finally felt true, unlimited power.

Zelda screamed in fury, using every fiber in her being to stand. Both hers and Link’s efforts couldn’t end like this. She’d drain her own lifeforce if it meant killing Ganon. Channeling all her spirit, she unleashed all the holy magic of the gods she could.

To Ganon, her effort was useless. He countered with his blast of darkness. His own newly acquired power was overwhelming, a surprise to even him, and his attack devastated Zelda, overcoming her final assault and erasing her from the world.

All that remained was the broken body of the boy in green, the seared scar lines in the earth of where the princess had once stood and standing in the middle of the battle field was Ganon, Master of the World.

The sages looked onward, but knew they could do nothing. They would need to evacuate before Ganon sent his minions into the sacred realm. Nabooru looked to what was once the man known as Ganondorf. Even if he took human form again, and took the title of Ganondorf, she knew that the darkness that was in Ganondorf’s soul had forever changed him. Gathering with the others, she and the rest of the sages decided to formulate a plan of resistance in order to give the world sanctuary from Ganon’s evil. With Zelda gone, they had lost their leader and the power needed to seal Ganon away.

Looking around, the mighty Ganon felt the air change. The only bloodlust he felt came from within him, but it was slowly dying down.

In his mind, the man and the beast conversed. The Beast promised unlimited power, so long as it remained in control. It’s malice and terrifying might could bring the world to its knees faster, in the name of Ganon. The man, still in control, gave it a thought, yet ultimately, decided against it. He would be the face of the world, and not this beast.

Squeezing his fist, the dark beast used the power of the Triforce and his body glowed with a powerful light. The silhouette of his form shrunk and, out from the blinding light, Ganondorf emerged anew.

He was surprised to still have his scars from previous battles, despite acquiring his complete power. With a clenched fist, Ganondorf took a deep breath and, following an exhale, his body relaxed. The King of the Gerudo looked to where Zelda stood her final ground. “A shame Zelda. You could have been my queen for this world had you shared my vision. You were formidable, but not wise enough in your scheming to defeat me.”

The man turned to the body of Link and judged his formidable adversary. “And you… well boy, you did well. I can relinquish a little pride to admit that you almost had me. But in the end, you fell. You were nothing but a kid after all, playing with toys too much for you. It was inevitable that you would die at my hands. My struggles far surpassed yours after all. And you lacked the vision to ever kill me.”

Ganondorf glanced back and forth between Link and where Zelda once was. “You had strength, and the princess held vision. But I was the one to have both. I was the one to be perfectly balanced… No.” The King looked down at his hand, watching the glow of the Triforce with a twinkle of pride in his eyes. “I wasn’t before. My mind was clouded with power. Now that I hold the last two pieces, I know what I must do. This world will find peace and prosperity under my singular rule.”

Ganondorf walked by the ruins of his destroyed tower. Perhaps a palace could be constructed to replace it. “First, I bring a final order to Hyrule. Then, I will march onto the world. They might call me King of Evil, but I am the King they will deserve.”

The King of Darkness lifted his hand and commanded the Triforce to enhance his magical might. With this new power he could raise entire armies of monsters to follow his command. From the shadows, Ganondorf willed into creation artificial Moblins and undead Stalfos. In time, he’d train legions of Darknuts and Iron Knuckles as his vanguard. Monsters and dragons would spread fear to his enemies. However, for now, these simple monsters would do.

“All of you, get to work on raising my palace anew. A king such as I will need a throne.” For now, Ganondorf lifted a stone slab from the earth to sit down upon. As his minions immediately set out to collect and carve away stone slabs, Ganondorf thought about what he wanted and why he had set out to acquire his power in the first place.

His people, the Gerudo, toiled in the desert. They had to steal just to survive the heat of the land in the day, and the blistering cold of the night. So why did a land like Hyrule, full of ungrateful slobs, have such comfort? It maddened Ganondorf, filling him with greed and envy. His enemies called him the King of Thieves, but he justified his actions well enough. He needed power, the kind of power that would raise him and his people to prosperity. And as he began his quest, he came to the most logical conclusion. The world needed a singular will, a being who would be willing to make others sacrifice to bring everyone together. By becoming King, he could make a world united under his protection. As King, he’d bring peace and security to people like the Gerudo. If any resisted, then they’d be wiped away, making room for only those who would accept his utopia.

The Goron, the Zora, and the Great Deku Tree had resisted seven years ago, what with them being blinded by their loyalty to the royal family. Had they simply given the spiritual stones to him, he’d have spared them. But instead they spat in the face of the Great Ganondorf. That was the last mistake they’d ever made. Feeding the Goron to a dragon had amused Ganondorf, similar to how he had fed crickets to the desert scorpions as a child. The Zora would remain frozen now that he had defeated the Princess and her little ‘hero’. As for the Kokiri, Ganondorf considered sending a horde of monsters to wipe them out. He carefully thought over the option, finally deciding the wiser course of action might be to give them one more chance as citizens of his new empire. The surviving Goron tribe, if they hadn’t grown a back bone, would become slaves. Every empire needs strong labour after all.

But his own people … Ganondorf winced just thinking about what to do with them. Nabooru, his second in command, was supposed to lead the Gerudo in his absence. Yet, she had stabbed him behind his back. He had caught her treachery over seven years ago, but her freedom at the hands of the hero had set her loose in the world and free to plot against him. How many of the other Gerudo could be wishing to see him fall? The king squeezed his hands on the cloth above his knees. Taking a deep breath, he shook his paranoia away. Even neglected, his people still adored him. Any negative feelings they’d have toward him would be erased once he moved them out of the desert. Nabooru was simply a virus, an isolated incident. A mistake of putting too much trust in one person, one that he’d never fall for again.

“I’m so tired…” Ganondorf gave a light chuckle. In the seven years looking for the Triforce, he had barely slept. Now, he felt like he could take a moment to breathe. Pulling himself slowly upright, Ganondorf decided his first course of action would be to raid the lost woods to secure wood for building supplies. He could at least build himself a new bed. For the time being, he’d settle his eyes on Kakariko Village. His minions would clear out the inhabitants so he could have a safe night’s sleep.

As Ganondorf slowly walked out of the ruins of his crumbled tower, he took note of the environment around him. The winds of Hyrule that he coveted were still. Why did the wind not blow in his direction this day, on the finality of his victory? Was fate not satisfied with him just yet?

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The Sacred Grove was devastated. A group of Hylians made their last stand in defending the Kokiri and evacuating the defenseless. From all sides, monsters and spirits of evil intent swept through the undergrowth, overtaking all who fought against the enemies of the Great Ganondorf. They killed everyone from soldiers to civilians who came to aid the evacuation and bring comfort to the forest children.

One of those who escaped the carnage was a single Imp. The Skull Kid, the last of the Skull Children, rose from a pile of shrubbery. His head was aching like nothing he felt before. His feet shook as he tried to pick himself up. Why did everything hurt? How had he gotten here? What had happened to him? How could he -

Slowly, Skull Kid started to recall the events of the previous two weeks. He remembered finding Link’s body floating down a moat towards Zora river; the fairy boy who showed him kindness when only one other would. The Hylian kid had even gave him a new face to wear in the form of that cool skull mask. When Ganondorf first appeared and declared himself as King of Hyrule, no more fairies came from the Great Deku Tree. Skull Kid hadn’t seen any fairies nor Link for seven years. Link said he was going to put a stop to Ganondorf, that he was going to make up for the loss of those seven years. But now Link was dead.

With Link gone, Skull Kid remembered Saria telling him to keep an eye out for monsters. He didn’t want to, as a happy looking man was giving out masks to the Kokiri. It looked like fun and he wanted to join in. It was then that Skull Kid had been suddenly attacked by a Poe, which smashed its lantern against his head. If it wasn’t for the mask he wore taking the brunt of the force, his head would have cracked open instead. The Skull Kid heard the sounds of screaming in the distance before he lost his vision.

Skull Kid didn’t know what to do. His head wouldn’t stop hurting, and every time he reached with his hand to touch it, he felt a stickiness on his forehead. Why did his head feel wet and sticky? The imp stumbled past the hacked-up pieces of other Skull Children when he stopped in his tracks. Among the bodies was the still image of a girl with green hair. “S-saria? Saria, are you-!”

She only had one wound, a small red circle that stained her green sweater. A single spear thrust was what fate had dealt her for her ending on this earth. Her eyes were like a glass doll’s, looking longingly into the distance. Immediate guilt hit Skull Kid. He couldn’t protect the last good thing in this world that mattered to him. His friends were dead.

“Oh……… I guess you’re gone now.” Skull Kid reached out to feel her face. Cold. Someone as kind as her shouldn’t be so cold. His body started to shake as he felt emotion leak from his shattered heart. What was the point of living in a world like this? Ganondorf was going to take everything for himself. Make a world of cruelty. The world had shown him cruelty before Ganondorf had come along, so Skull Kid assumed it was only fitting.

A gust of wind from the north caught Skull Kid’s fragile attention. Feeling the cool air hurt his head wound. He needed a new ‘face’ now that the one Link had given him was gone. Stumbling away from Saria, he came across another body. The Happy Man who was giving away masks to the children laid dead on the forest floor. He had his giant backpack still on him, with masks thrown about everywhere around him. One of Skull Kid’s eyes grew dark as the liquid from his forehead dripped down over it.

Skull Kid wanted the perfect face. He wanted to put all his worries behind him. Going through the bag, he felt a pull towards something. Discarding the faces useless to him one after the other, the Skull Kid eventually found the perfect mask. Wiping away his eye to see, he looked into the eyes of a heart shaped mask. This was it. This was what he wanted. What’s more, he felt he needed it.

He carefully turned it around, and placed it on his head. The mask was a perfect fit. As soon as he put it on, Skull Kid giggled to himself. This giggle turned into a laugh. His mind was clear, and he knew exactly what he wanted. This cruel world took the things that mattered to him, and it wanted to give a monster like Ganondorf everything in return. Such a world didn’t deserve to exist, and Ganondorf deserved the suffering tenfold that Skull Kid had faced. The Mask’s eyes gave an eerie glow, and with the last of Skull Kid’s laughter, it vowed to give the King of Evil a new taste of terror.

[wwy009]

So finally I did it !!  I just wanted to draw the Yuuri remembering Wolf and looking out of Window part. But, then I added the extra part of Mini Novel Cross heart (pls don’t mind the paper fold in Wolfie’s image, I didn’t wanted to crop it ). I hope the texts are readable XD !! @marumafan this is what I wanted to draw. I have tagged the image for Ma event but I am not sure it should be for Wolfie’s month because Yuuri is remembering. Oh well : P.  The transition to “I won’t cry” is sudden but I couldn’t do anything other than adding effects : (.

[astrognossienne]

Thank you so much. So to start, I'm a Capricorn female and I think my problem is what someone could rather call Highschool drama, but in all honesty it's so much more difficult, painful and complex than that, and being a immensely emotional and intense person doesn't help either. There are two boys (or men whatever you call a 21 and a 23 years old) who somehow managed to fuck me up mentally and emotionally. Both of them are Virgos, and both of them equally stubborn and persistent. (1)

(cont. “(2) It all had started like, what? 3, 4 years ago? When I met Virgo number one (A). I fell so deeply and almost instantly in love with him. We had known each other 2 years prior my crush (and crash). I think it was because I found many similarities, and seeing that I’m not the easiest person to understand, it was so refreshing and pure and just…fascinating to have someone with as much equality and sameness as yourself. He never knew about my feelings. I never told, nor, showed him.(3) Anyways, years went by, and I started to accept the fact that I was just to scared (downright frightened) to lose the strong bond and friendship we managed to build up over the time. It would be a lie to say that there wasn’t a…equal attraction between us? Whether physically or platonically or romantically. There was something, but I could never get a grip or hold of ‘what’ it was. It hurt and crashed to see him with girls (though they came and went like seasons) with time and I just…(5 I’m so sorry for the drama) That was almost 9 months ago, and in that short amount of time we two grew unbelievably close together and as shamed as I am, I distanced myself further and furher away from A., simply because B. helped me to get over the childish heartache, and seeing A., just drowned me. A. noticed, of course, and he didn’t understand why or what I was doing. He had a girlfriend at that time, and he seemed really happy with her and as his best friend I just couldn’t (….)(8) We had sex, and it was beautiful, and I felt like just for a moment my worries were nothing, y'know? But after it happened, I don’t know whether I regret it or not, he told me he loved me. He said he was sorry for actually using me and for doing this to me in ‘such a way’ when I was not myself and drunk on top of it all. We just sat there and hushed for God knows how long. He felt so guilty but he kept repeating he “didn’t regret it, especially not confessing”.(10) A. literally ignored me since. I tried calling him but he’s never picking up? Nor is he at home and I’m so confused and exhausted. Y'know, A.’ action literally said everything that night. If at all, and B. literally apologizes again and again, whether via text or call. I don’t even know what I feel anymore. Who I’m feelin what for. What to do, what to say? This shit’s literally so greesy and dramatic it deerves an Oscar lmao. I’m done. I just can’t lose any of them Anaïs. What would you do?”)

I would’ve told “ Virgo A” how I felt in the first place; then all would be well and good. Even if he didn’t return my feelings/see me in the same way, it’d be less unnecessary bullshit down the road. Playing around and dating casually is one thing, but when you catch feelings, it’s time to either shit or get off the pot.

“There are two boys (or men whatever you call a 21 and a 23 years old) who somehow managed to fuck me up mentally and emotionally.”

No, you’ve fucked yourself up mentally and emotionally because of your pride/shyness/whatever, so as an adult who takes responsibility for themselves, the blame rests totally on your shoulders for this. But at any rate, you’re gonna have to come to terms with the possibility that you’re gonna lose someone, or at the very least, one of your relationships won’t be the same as it was; you can’t have your cake and eat it too (especially not with such a fault-finding, perfectionist sign as Virgo), so what you need to do is think critically about this. Sex notwithstanding, the real question you need to ask yourself is: who makes you feel the most secure in his feelings for you? This is very important for any sign, not least of all an earth sign like yourself. Caps thrive on security, so if one man (either A or B) comes out on top, then there’s your answer. If neither man comes out ahead, then there’s your answer as well. And when you make your choice, don’t bother with a detailed explanation of your every move or thought process, just say to the one you haven’t chosen that you’d really like to remain friends. Then the ball’s in his court. If he agrees to being friends, then it’s all good. If he doesn’t wanna be friends with you, then it’s still all good, just live and learn and move on. And don’t make the same mistake twice.

[wwy009]

Thoughts on Dual at MA Noon

Recently I was going through random old posts and that post made me realize the purpose of Dual at Ma Noon. I think the engagement started as a comic stuff, a relationship with a title but no actual depth but this story gives it more meaning. In my understanding the purpose of the story was to point out regardless of the title “the engagement” the special bond that they share is important. The depth of the story can be thought of with the fact that some people say the engagement is forced and hence a forced relationship . Everything gets invalidated by the last few paragraphs:

In tomorrow's newspaper, there might be a big image with the title "The engagement is off" in big letters.

We, who were prepared for it, avoided the topic until the end of the day, and without mentioning the engagement, we had dinner together, and spent the remaining free time until bedtime in a very relaxed way. Actually, it was a very nice night.

When the next day come, our positions might be different but titles don't matter. A title is just a title. At most, it's only a few characters that disappear and it doesn't change the relationship that we had until yesterday.

You can call the relationship whatever you want to but the fact that there is an actual “relationship” doesn’t change. I think the author was trying to pinpoint even if  there wasn’t any engagement to begin with still they can(Wolf and Yuu) have something they share. The accidental engagement was just a way for  things to begin for them but that’s not something that describes or bonds them but the time they are together is what defines them!(Whatever you call them friends, lover, acquaintance, enemy(?lol)). Ultimately the author would have made up something else if not the engagement cause author does what she wants :). 

[taikatoridreams]

A Christmas mini Novel Part 1…tbc

A Daisy Bell Christmas

Snow always arrived in Daisy Bell’s world, as if it knew it was welcome. Somewhere above the rooftops, Miss Holly, the snow fairy, leaned back on her crescent moon and scattered quiet magic across the night, turning December into something bright and sparkling

[innervoyagesthroughart]

5 Steps to Rule You... The Authoritarian Greeting Card

Not your grandma’s greeting card. 5 Steps to Rule You is part card, part mini-graphic manifesto — exposing the playbook every would-be tyrant follows. Each fold reveals a step in the authoritarian script: scapegoat the vulnerable, rig the system, flood with lies, crush the guardrails, silence the critics. It’s bold. It’s provocative. It’s a pocket-sized wake-up call. Send it, share it, or display…

[thewordypumpkin]

killers part 1.5: interlude

CONCEPT: My best friends and I are sadistic witches who feed off the energy of death and we murder the people in our lives who have hurt us. Life is simpler like this.

BREAKFAST: THE APARTMENT: THE NEXT MORNING

"Oh," Lara hums softly from the couch, she's in her pajamas still and idly eating a bowl of cereal.

"Hmm?" I prod from the kitchen where I'm making pancakes.

"They've found the body already," she says, putting the bowl down and leaning back against the cushions.

I stop for a moment, "Is it that bad?" I ask, already planning our next move.

She stills, then laughs, "No, no I'm sorry I worried you—I was just surprised by how quickly they found it. His parents aren't supposed to be home for, like, another day or two."

"He's rich," Annika says from the doorway of her bedroom, which I didn't even notice had opened, "they get away with everything."

I snort, "Not this time," I mutter, placing the plate on the counter, "come get breakfast."

She smiles thankfully at me and I place a syrup bottle on the table for her.

"Turn the news up," I say, and then Julienne comes stumbling out of her bedroom, bleary-eyed and sleepy still, "good morning."

"Why are we watching the news?" She asks, nose scrunching up with disdain, "are we that bored today?"

"They found Ortega's body already," Annika says through a mouthful of pancake.

"Does that mean we can't kill again tonight?" Julienne asks, looking annoyed already.

I shrug, "We don't know yet," I say, and then the TV interrupts conversation.

It seems that the suspects are five large men who have organised crime ties.

"Well," I say, in the silence that suddenly engulfed us, "they couldn't be farther from the truth."

"So," Lara chimes in, "Janro?"

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