LU March Madness Silly Headcanons: Item(s) Used Incorrectly
-Wild avoids using flint to start campfires when possible. He’d much rather use a flameblade, fire arrow, Legend’s fire rod, Warriors’s (borrowed) fire rod, Four/Red’s fire rod, Wind’s fire arrows, Time’s fire spell, Hyrule’s fire spell, a fire wizzrobe (not the wizzrobe’s rod, the wizzrobe itself), a piece of glass and the sun, a bomb, several bombs at once, a lynel hoof, or Time’s Disappointed Look. How did Time’s Disappointed Look start a fire? No one knows, but Wild is determined to make it happen again. For science.
-Wind, Sky, Four, Twilight, and Wild hold “air sumo” contests—last person to stay in the circle wins, no contact, only wind items/abilities. Wind is the reigning champion.
-Warriors once teased Legend a little too much at the beach. Legend responded by taking out his sand rod and burying Warriors up to the neck. The rest of the Heroes—Time included—took the opportunity to turn Warriors into a merman sand sculpture. Legend plopped a heap of kelp on Warriors’s head to “complete the look”.
-Warriors figured out he can make patterns and art using his fire rod. His favorite thing to create is a fire dragon, he has it fly around camp to entertain everyone. As a joke, Legend whipped out his ice rod one night and made a frost dragon fight Warriors’s. The resulting show was so spectacular, the others ask for the duo to repeat the performance every once in a while. Both Heroes enjoy it and work together to make their show even better, but they’d never admit it to the others.
-It feels like the Master Door should be included on this list, but there’s no possible way to use it incorrectly. But Fi has become a bit jealous of the Master Door.
-Hyrule’s socks are classified as items of mass destruction. To prove it, Wild took a picture of the socks and showed Hyrule the Compendium entry for them. The socks do 170 damage, plus poison. Cannot be used for elixirs; they break the pot itself.
-Separated from the others and all their items except for Hyrule’s dolls, the Downfall Duo once had to put on a puppet show to distract monsters while they escaped. It worked a little too well, and now friendly monsters in Hyrule’s era will request an encore. The Downfalls act just as confused as the rest of the Chain whenever this happens—they will take that secret to their graves.
pre incident owen tended to curt a lot. metaphorically and physically. bandaging his wounds and sewing him up, Curt hates the sight of his own blood after all. offering soft words of comfort after a particularly nasty reprimand from Cynthia, pressing kisses to his knuckles when they barely make it out. of course, Curt reciprocates where he can. he has his faults, not so best at the comforting words, pushing plans past the breaking point, getting caught up in what he thinks is right.
can you blame him? Curt is dedicated to his cause. Owen is dedicated to him
Owen tries to dedicate himself to chimera, trying to adapt himself to the new environment. he has nobody left to dedicate himself too, and as time goes on, he despises how he used to care so gently for a man who abandoned him. he flips between hating him, and hating himself for it. if his death was avoided, his would have reigned true.
ill write another post on reconciliation and how i think it would go some other time. the point is, Curt would be at a loss. this isn't the same man who he knew, who he loved. he wants to love him despite it, but it requires serious changes to himself. while Owen would be guarded at first, over time he would lash out more, expressing his feelings in a harsh way. Curt will have to get his act together to care for the man he no longer knows, and it's an uphill battle. nothing they're not used to, though. the gradual changes as Curt is no longer distracted by his work, and instead can focus on Owen. all of him. learning the way he works, his signs, his tells. how to hold him without holding him, and how to love him the way he is now. Owen has to open back up, but it may take years, if ever. he still loves Curt, but he has to learn how to love him in his own way now.
Spencer strikes a match. Bronze and pink, fog suffuses the nascent morning light over Junction, darkening the broken asphalt, the distant metal pillars gleaming with lustre. Four and a half long hours have gone, left with the last Goldie to slip under the waves. Nobody has spoken in half as long. She sits, slouched matte white and gray-blue, on the lip of the withdrawn basket; hisses as the flame leaps to attention at the end of her glove.
Sharp light glitters off her fractured glasses and reflects in her eyes, narrowed, focused, reverent, as she presses the match to tinder. Ungrateful, idle idiots, the lot of them. At her ankle, their impending breakfast slouches, eyes lolled and unseeing, out of a stinger's pot. There are eyes on her. Fire catches, and she glances up, orange dancing and spitting under her chin.
Shiloh's watching, silently. She thins her lips, then lifts an eyebrow, invisible under the cut of her bangs. He grins anyway.
more than you could ever imagine. but I won’t or won’t in full whether, intentionally or non intentionally because, you’ll get tired of me always feeling like shit. because you’ll eventually get tired of having to be concerned and on edge all the time. you’ll regret telling me that I can come to you any time because I’ll keep abusing it. you’ll wish you never knew me because I can’t seem to get better and I just can’t hurry up and heal and follow your advice to the T. you’ll ask yourself why were you cursed with loving this one. just like others have,,,,
because how dare I make your life harder and miserable by giving you a piece of my hard life and my misery.
“no its ok. maybe later. I’ll be fine. don’t worry <3.”
Warnings: nyctophobia, arachnophobia (discussion of both and anx//ty)
Word Count: 900+
A/N: Doing this for a haikyuu creators collab! I haven't written a seven minutes in heaven fic before so I hope this is good >.< A big thanks to @tamcitrus for being my beta reader! I also want to say that if you do struggle with an/iety that the tips and tricks in this may not be for you and you may have more severe bouts. By no means am I trying to make this seem a certain way, and it isn’t 100% accurate.
Adrenaline is pumping through your veins as the bottle slows and lands on your crush, Ennoshita Chikara.
It has always been hard to approach him with how busy he is between practice and school. In fact, you’ve only had the chance to have a full conversation with him once. Even then, the interaction was less than five minutes in length. When he sees you in the hallway, he always makes an effort to at least wave and flash his award winning smile.
Glancing up, your eyes meet his and your cheeks flush beet red. You stand up and shuffle your feet as you make your way to the closet. As your hand connects with the door knob, you let out a tiny yelp from the shock. Your face goes at least ten shades darker.
“Um, you okay?” Ennoshita asks. You quickly nod in response and open the door, wanting to hide until you calm down.
The light fades away until it peeks through the bottom of the door frame as Ennoshita closes the door behind him. Your heart begins to race, and the thumping is so loud in your ears; you swear he can hear the drumming as if the two of you were sitting in a circle beating on various percussion instruments.
From a young age, the dark has been terrifying to you. You don’t know what caused it; the stories of monsters going ‘bump’ in the night, or the feeling of warmth leaving and being replaced by your blood running cold as the ill-lit room engulfs your shape, forcing your body into the jet-black abyss.
As the darkness takes over, you instinctively crouch down and find the back corner of the closet. You begin to hyperventilate as the sleeve of a fuzzy coat brushes across your nose.
“Hey… Y/N… What’s wrong?” he asks. As he speaks, you feel a cool gust of air on your side that is quickly replaced by body heat. A chill runs down your spine from the rapid change in temperature, so you force your back into the corner.
Your head is becoming fuzzy, and you barely manage to say, “Afraid…of..dark,” between pants. Ennoshita quickly takes action, slipping off his leather jacket and pushing it up against the door frame. Then, he fumbles around for his phone, turning on the built-in flashlight.
As light fills the room, you take several deep breaths, and your vision goes from fuzzy back to normal. You wipe the tears from under your eyes and say, “Well that’s embarrassing. I’m sorry.”
“No, it isn’t. Everyone is afraid of something whether we want to admit it or not. After all, we’re only human,” he gently responds.
You give Ennoshita a small smile and ask, “Oh yeah? What are you afraid of?”
“I have arachnophobia and I’m scared of rejection. I woke up with a spider dangling above my face when I was a child, and I never was told no as a kid, so that’s probably where my fears stem from,” he replies, softly looking into your eyes.
“Oh. I don’t know why I’m scared of the dark. I’m probably more afraid of the monsters that lie within the depths of darkness more than the dark itself,” you explain.
“Here, it always helps me to suck on hard candy when I need to ground myself,” he says, holding out a handful of jolly ranchers for you to choose from.
You take your favorite flavor and pop it into your mouth, savoring the fruity flavor as it spreads over every taste bud. You then look at him with confusion spread across your face.
“Do you always keep these with you?” you ask.
“I have pretty bad panic attacks. One of the ways I calm down is grounding. I focus on the flavor and it brings me back to the present. Plus, these taste pretty good,” as he says this, Ennoshita unwraps a blue raspberry jolly rancher and places it in his mouth.
The two of you sit in silence for a couple of minutes, simply enjoying each other’s company until you remember how he said he is afraid of rejection.
“Hey, Ennoshita?” you ask.
He turns to the side just enough so you know he is giving you his full attention before you continue, “I just want to thank you for helping me out earlier. I also thought about how you can’t be rejected if you never try, but since I’m not scared of rejection, I thought I would see if you maybe wanted to get some tea?”
He smiles and you note the blue tint on his teeth from the candy, “Of course! I know this hole-in-the-wall cafe that makes the best tea!”
Just then, the door opens and everyone’s face falls when they realize you just talked for seven minutes, but you don’t care because you have a feeling you will have an infinite amount of time to hang out with him, which tends to always feel like heaven.
