Gridania wasn't...quite his favorite place to be. However, short of the jungle he'd originally been raised and trained within, it would certainly be second best.
A jungle it was not, but it offered both familiar and new experiences that kept Valmir active. Focused. After his time away from the practices he once knew like the back of his hand, he trained back up in his bow and arrow skills. Reveling in the whispers of the wind, the leaves... Perhaps even the elementals, should he take a moment among the towering boughs.
...He often did. Not because he liked to listen, but because the elementals were fickle beings. They had a way of life that his jungle home did not match in; their rules were his to follow and uphold, now. His home's Word of the Wood was gone of him...for now. A foolish part of him (yes...he could admit it was) still hoped for redemption. To return home, to his people.
Gridania, Twelveswood included... Wasn't bad, however. A bandage to cover the wound. Herbs that he'd never had before. New flavors on his tongue. Occasionally, he'd meet other Viera adventurers here. They, too, seeking temporary aid for their homesickness before braving the outside world in full.
...Was it really alright, that? To allow them to lose their way?
Suppose it didn't matter to him. Valmir was greedy enough as is, delighting in the sight of other Viera, despite it being an endless showing of how their homelands struggled under the weight of a force they were struggling to contend with...but things would turn out fine. Eventually.
Until that day, perhaps a day that even he would step out of the wood and see the world beyond it with clear, focused eyes... He was content in Gridania. Another day hand-working his arrows, attending to his bow, and daydreaming wistfully of when he would be at camp again. When he would see the village again...
Nemi what are your fave things about Bruce don't think about it too much just tell us please and thank you have a wonderful day ❤️
1.) how caring he his despite fucking everything. mans been abused growing up, hes so scared of hurting people due to hulk, been chased by the army and everything. yet hes just. still so caring to people.
2.) his eyes, they're a gorgeous brown and he expresses with them so well. not to mention when they turn green when hes pissed
3.) how smart he is. the mans got 7 fucking phds, hes a huge nerd??? and its fantastic.
4.) how strong he is despite fucking everything. sure. hes attempted un-alive a few times. but hes so mentally strong to still be going through shit and not attempt again. not to mention holding hulk back.
5.) the fact that despite being a mostly timid, kept-to-himself kinda guy, theres still times where he sasses people back like tony, or wont take any shit from anyone, or even cracks jokes sometimes that people dont always get.
ill leave it there cuz tbh i love everything bout bruce but theres my top 5 things
I really really love the dynamic you have with your current self ship with Wheatley! He's been a fave of mine for forever (not an FO) and like you two are perfect for each other.
aa thank you! he's v much a longtime mainstay when it comes to some of my favorite characters too and honestly im really glad i started to ship with him again 😊
Oh man DL, let me tell you my heart got slamdunked when he was released in Fate/Grand Order the other day.
God he's so my type it's hurts
He big.... Like hot damn those tiddies and thighs please hold me in your big strong arms and let me sit in your lap.......
But also, he's also the hugest himbo ever and this just absolutely applies to him
Even in old tales about him he is just so dumb sometimes, and god I love him for it. These two posts on twitter explain it so well just how much of a himbo he is hghhhhhh: ONE // TWO
GOD HES ALSO BASICALLY A DISNEY PRINCESS TOO LOOK THESE LIL BIRDS LOVE HIM
and that smile oh my god that cute smile.....
Basically, I've only known Percival for 2 days but Sir Percival please
Not going to lie, but seeing all the caps and all the stories just makes me that much excited to play 14 even more. I hope you know that lol. 🤣💕
But that's the point of this blog!!! And for those who are following me and didn't know the behind-the-scenes backstory for this sideblog:
I literally was so excited to play 14, I started doing...storytimes! Taking pictures so I could show my friends after the fact, more or less blogging about the day's adventures to my friends on Discord. (I would post them in gaming chat, but this later would lead into a whole separate channel being made!)
They liked seeing what I posted- even getting tempted to try it for themselves- so I realized... Why stop? This is my first time playing an MMO! I would love to see for myself, too, where I go in the future! And if my friends end up playing with me because of the hype I'm generating... Isn't that even better?
So now I take pictures of my gaming moments. Still post each one to Discord, still trying to keep posting them here!!!
And I'm still super excited to see how my friends' journeys go; you'll always have a healer at your backs! Promise you that!
3 for the Kissed meme for you and Wrench because I love you both and you're one if not THE self ship otp in my eyes ❤️
KISSED
morning/wake up call
After the success of the whole...birthday thing, Wrench kinda saw the appeal behind animals. And maybe where he'd understood where old traumas came from better. Animals in his past never really liked him; hissing and growling and biting... Angry little shits. It scared him as much as it made him angry, creating a...now admittedly misplaced anger.
Nothing made him happier than watching Kat croon over Princess Leia. The smile on their face over the simplest thing the kitten did, making videos of her, Wrench, or the both of them. All three, on especially energetic days. On mornings where nobody looked their best and the kitten was eating Kat's hair out of energetic zoomies. (He loved the zoomies. And giving her "cat drugs.")
It really put his life in a...content perspective. Judging animals so harshly, that life threw at him the hottest babe who loved them...and then made him actually want to unlearn his hatred? Towards the beasts?? What the hell. Life is so damn weird.
...Kinda nice, though. Like... It was really nice, actually. To be married and have a silly, dumb cat who viciously attacked his shoes for no goddamn reason. Funnier than he thought.
He was smitten with this new life. Honestly speaking. As embarrassing as it was...
But hey, it made mornings all that much sweeter.
Wrench would never have imagined waking up early. Early mornings were for pricks that had time, coffee to pick up on their way to a lucrative business that made big money, and then to laugh from their lordy, cushy chairs while the poor ants beneath them worked far below minimum wage. (And other such horrible things Wrench could go on a three hour rant about.)
But... If one woke up early, then the kitten might still be asleep. Kat still knocked the fuck out from the previous night's chaos. Sleeping in positions that rarely made sense from where they started. (It's impressive how they could go to bed, curled up on their side in his arms, and then he wakes up the next day and they're...like, on their stomach, out of his arms, and their legs are kicked up?? How do they do it...?)
It's the perfect kinda scene that makes waking up a little earlier than his usual worth it. Plus... Getting coffee ain't that bad. Especially when you spike it!
...Although that's all...the silly stuff. Trying to hide away from the real sappy reason: having that short moment of watching Kat sleep. Peaceful and squishy-cheeked. Hair all over the place, but somehow kept just so out of their face. An adorable sight that was worth waking up early for.
It brought a small smile to his face- a rare moment of softness for the anarchist- looking over them, reaching out to brush the back of his fingers against their cheek. Brows momentarily furrowed, but they soon relaxed. Too tired to wake up quite yet. He's thankful for that; quiet moments are rare and...they've got him soaking up these moments more and more these days. Treasuring them. Wanting more of them and even keeping them in his mind throughout the day.
"So cute," he muttered, leaning down to start pressing kisses to their upturned cheek. Chuckling when Kat whined sleepily, trying to stay asleep through the attention. (They could really be a light sleeper sometimes...) But nah. Even though they wanted sleep... No more sleep!
Just lots of kisses! And them waking up, ASAP!
"Wake uuuupppp, Rachie... Wakie, wakie..." He couldn't help but keep laughing at their stubborn whines, that furrowed brow as they tried so hard to sleep a little longer...and finally, the groan of waking up he'd already become accustomed to, grinning as their eyes started opening.
First one... Then a long blink. Open that one eye again... Attempt to open both eyes. Like clockwork. Little things he memorized about them.
"Reg...?"
"Morning, kitten," he hummed, kissing them gently on the lips.
"Why are you up so early...? It feels...too early to be awake..." Wrench looked back to the clock and... Mm. Arguable.
"It's 9:48, babe. It's a decent enough time to be awake."
"Sounds like bullshit," they snorted, and he grinned in delight all over again. Messing with Kat was so much fun, but...again, these moments made all the bullshit worth it. Just...being here. Dorks with the best person ever?
Hell yeah.
"Well, you can still be lazy. I gotta make sure the Princess gets breakfast~!" Another smooch- this one big, over-the-top, and silly- before rolling out of bed to get a head start on walking to the kitchen. All smiles as he heard them call out behind him,
"Waaaaaiiiiittt, can you make waffles, too...?! Baaaaabbbeee, I want waffles...!!!"
YEZ, THANK YOU!!!! It’ll mostly be self-insert things....maybe some OC mentions at the end? We will see...
I continuously think about Ethel in BotW. What’s it like to lose the world you once knew? Your parents are gone, and you weren’t there. For the longest time, you thought your friends were gone, too; one of them shows up. He doesn’t remember you. You feel your heart break.
“What happened to your eyes?” He asks quietly. “I don’t know what you mean,” Ethel responds, just as quiet. “They used to be green. They look...purple now.” They know. They know, and it scares them. Their heart stutters in their chest, uncertain and worried. “...I’ll cook food tonight,” they mutter, avoiding answers. Link lets them.
Memories of meeting the Gerudo still haunt them. “It’s said that purple eyes show a most passionate lover~!” It’s only haunting because they sometimes dream of a big man. Of the desert. Of feeling loved and cherished...and of looking into the mirror, into brilliant purple eyes.
Purple eyes with gold flecks... What does it even mean? What happened to their green eyes? It scares them sometimes. Link, to his credit, just assures them that they’re pretty. Ethel just wishes it’d chase the anxiety away, though.
Or maybe we could look at the tragic tale of Evadne? The deity who stood on the same grounds with the likes of Majora and Fierce Deity. A ruling set...and the ones who would later abandon them. Even as Majora would be summoned permanently into a mask. Fierce Deity accepting his own role to become a mask...so that were Majora to appear again, so might he. To stop this evil that plagued the land.
But he left behind a lover...and their heart broke at being the last one of the trio to continue to live in their own body.
Of course, Evadne still persists. Even when the land turned on them, instead supporting the Giants... They remain. Quiet and waiting. Remembering.
I still think about this fic snippet every day. (It’s at the bottom of the linked post, heyo.)
Love does not always triumph over all. Sometimes, love must be sacrificed. They know it, ohh... Do they know it. But a greedy, lonely part of them just wants to see him again. To hold him. To hear his voice...one last time.
(Actually... I wonder about the sick woman, too. The woman that started the legacy of Ethel, Aquaria, etc. Left behind while the land that became Skyloft ascended... In retrospect, I wonder what her connection to the Hero even was? What did she mean to him, if anything? What was their story, before it became a twisted tangle of vines? Of hope and loss, all at once?)
.....But perhaps the most tragic thing of all? Is that goddesses don’t care. And the cycle will continue.
But what if there was a way to stop it...?
Honestly- depending on how BotW 2 goes- the ship with Ganondorf could be completely self indulgent....but my, doesn’t he always look so, so handsome~? :3c
And Zora’s Domain has always felt like home...so what’s a Zoraen hand to hold, at the end of it? Whether it’s enemies to lovers (Princess Ruto) or friends to lovers (Prince Sidon), there’s no doubt that the love of a Hylian and a Zoraen shines like no other.
And, in some timelines, you might talk with a chipper captain of the guard, who is said to have been one of the few to love a Hylian so openly since Mipha... By how they look at each other, you know it to be true. They couldn’t hide their affections if they tried.
In another world- oh, these timelines are so plentiful, aren’t they?- they pine for someone half-focused. Not on the task at hand, oh no. He’s dedicated in full to that...but to them. But they cannot help yet to fall for him anyways. And he cannot resist them...and the glimmer of something in dark green eyes. (Oh, Astor, you will be taken care of in these gentle, consuming arms...even if the world takes you away, she will remember. And she will forgive.)
“You’re going to be okay. Everything is going to be fine.” for your self ship with G'RAHA TIA
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It wasn’t unusual for Rhela to be scatterbrained or lost for a few days at a time. In fact, it was typically expected for the Miqo’te healer to get distracted with flowers or something for an unknowable period of time. The idea behind it was to typically wait out their disappearance...or wait for the linkshell call that signaled that they were very, very lost and needed some help. Even in areas very familiar to them, one could not assume that Rhela’s directions would be perfect; even in their homeland of the Twelveswood, one could still watch Rhela get turned around when going places!
It was something of a talent, many joked.
G’raha had not time enough to learn of these quirks his partner had, but even after a few short weeks, well... He learned quickly enough. Although Alphinaud and Alisaie waited patiently, Y’shtola and Thancred prone to make jokes, Urianger...typically silent, but otherwise patient... G’raha couldn’t keep himself still. Constantly pacing and fussing whenever Rhela disappeared for some reason or the other. Worse yet if Ah’dan wasn’t in tow... Were they okay alone? Did they get hurt?! Maybe he should’ve walked with them...!
He, truly, was a worrywart that none of the other Scions could control, so they also ended up leaving him to his worried fussing until the healer inevitably showed up again, likely with new stories from a previously-traveled land. In funnier cases, one again getting lost... Some things never changed, after all, and it was a relief to have them safely within eyeshot again!
...Shame it never lasted for long, however.
On a trip to Gridania (much to G’raha’s thrill; a place he hadn’t been to in a long time? Rhela’s home?? IT WAS JUST THEM?!?) one day, however... Rhela was silent. Opening the journey with joy and their chatterbox nature coming out in full, G’raha originally thought they just wore themself out. Maybe after a break- a camp for the night (or an inn room stay, if they were lucky)- would bring up the spirits again.
But when they didn’t perk up after that, a few days passing by in complete silence save for the sound of chocobo feet on dirt, something had to be said. In fact, he considered piping up right then and there to talk about it, but hesitated. Well, he reasoned to himself mentally, perhaps trying to talk over the walking of our chocobos will be too difficult. I’ll just wait until we break.
Except break came and went. Still in silence, though G’raha tried to talk about some things. Anything that came to mind and a few things he thought Rhela could get into. Yet there was little response aside from “mmhm” and “yeah.” It was...kind of a downer, but worse was the fact that he so desperately wanted to help, but didn’t know what to do. How can you help someone when you don’t know what ails them? When they won’t speak of their problems to begin with?
For a lack of something, anything else to do...he forced the proceeds to stop. Instead, decidedly causing trouble by turning his chocobo and darting off when they were about to leave Bentbranch Meadows for Gridania.
“Wh- G’RAHA!! G’raha, where are you going?!? G’RAHA!!!!” Yet he would not turn back, instead riding for the docks. A place that Rhela often fondly spoke of as their most favored spot in all of the Shroud...and so where he’d bring them to open up. His heart leaping for burst of joy when his ears picked up additional footsteps behind him, eyes blown wide and hopeful.
This could be his only chance...
It didn’t take Rhela long to catch up, confusion in their eyes as their frazzled chocobo was given a rest, storming over in a mix of confusion and a bit of hurt. “Wh-What in the world was that about?! Running off like that...! We’re almost to Gri-”
“You’re not speaking with me!” G’raha snapped back, his worries finally free and flowing, catching the other Miqo’te off guard. Their eyes widening and stepping back slightly at his outburst. “I...I can tell something’s bothering you. Something’s been bothering you this whole trip, and you haven’t been talking to me about it... I want to help you, Rhela. I really do. Yet I cannot help someone who won’t tell me...what’s wrong.”
...The silence that followed worried him, leaning back as he watched the expression on their face. The subtle shifts from hurt, to awareness, to more pain...and tears bubbling up behind their glasses. Sniffles sounding as their head dipped down.
“Rhela, I...”
“Don’t be sorry,” they choked out, a hand raising up to wipe away their growing tears. “I... You’re not wrong. And I’m sorry; it’s just...really hard to talk about...”
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t-”
“Don’t be sorry!” They reprimanded with a shaky laugh. “You can’t be sorry for something you didn’t know about... Here, let’s sit down. I’ll... I’ll try my best to explain everything.”
It was most certainly a lengthy explanation, most of which centered around their own perceived failures, shortcomings, and an insecurity over things that G’raha had fallen for in the first place. (So it was silly to him, but... He could understand their hesitations, not always certain in everything they did. It was so humanizing and refreshing... G’raha always could get carried away in his hero worship; he loved Rhela for the Miqo’te they were- are, even- but sometimes he was still that older Mystel in another realm, pining for what he thought was beyond his reach...)
Rhela was curled into his side by this point, on and off in tears as they let it all out. His arm was protectively around them, ears keeping tabs on any new adventurers passing by... Now would not be a good time for them to be overheard, after all. They needed all the space they could to vent safely; he’d do anything to ensure that.
“You’ve been carrying this...for all this time?” Rhela nodded and he sighed, head turning to nuzzle his nose against their hair. A faint scent of flowers still there... “Oh, Rhela... I’m so sorry to hear that. Please know...that if anything like this ever comes to mind again, you can speak of it to me? Right?”
“I know,” they murmured. “I just... Worry about being perceived as a bother for being so...negative. Everyone expects so much of me; I don’t want to show too much weakness-”
“But that’s what makes you wonderful. What makes you a hero above the rest,” G’raha assured, pulling away to look down at them. “It’s in my opinion that all too many heroes put on the brave face for the populace. I cannot say that it’s wise to spread fear...so while I sadly can see where some of this comes from... I think it’s important to consider that your weaknesses are what make you even stronger. A reassurance to the people that you are still so very much raw and down-to-earth. Close to them. Does that make sense?”
Rhela nodded with a sigh, leaning back into G’raha. He squeezed them close, just for a moment, so they might soak up his comfort. An ear brushing against the side of his head, making him smile a little at the feeling. So, so cute...
“To put it one way... We’ll figure it out eventually,” he said, shrugging. “The world’s greatest hero- once again, in my opinion- shouldn’t be suffering for the greater good of others. I’m certain we can find a...happier balance.”
“If you say so...” Rhela sighed softly, eyes closing. “It’s ideal for sure, but is it truly possible?” G’raha blinked, looking down at them a moment. For a split second, he didn’t know how to respond to that...but with a soft smile, he slipped a finger under their chin, gently tilting their head up. Rhela’s eyes fluttered open, nearly stealing his breath away as he stared into them, that small, affectionate smile never fading from his lips.
“You’re going to be okay. Everything is going to be fine,” he insisted gently, pressing a kiss to their temple. “I promise it.” A kiss to their nose, that had a return smile growing. “We’ll do this...together.” A kiss to their lips, soft and sweet. The soft inhale had him dizzy with delight, still far too in love with Rhela to not swoon at their every little action and movement.
And when he pulled away, the shine of love in their eyes had him melting into a puddle as his heart squeezed tenderly. Positively overwhelmed with love as they bumped heads gently, tails slowly twining together behind them.
“Thank you,” they said, breathless and quiet. “I...I love you so, so much, Raha.” (His heart beat like a drum all over again, hearing those words anew.)
“I love you, too, darling. Now... Shall we finish our trip? I’m sure a cozy inn room is waiting for us...”
“Hmm.... Nah, not yet! You dragged me out to my favorite spot, so... We’re gonna take pictures first! Then we can go to Gridania~” G’raha could only laugh in delight, their twined tails swishing in conjoined delight.
