Meeting One's Match - A Yan!Ganon x Sheikah Fem!OC fic idea.
Not a request, just wanna hear your thoughts & critique.
We love a bad bitch! More under cut since this got pretty long-
I'm not really an OC blog but I do love making and seeing others OCs. I think you have all of your ducks in a line with her.
I think this part: "She's also very hands-on & has a philosophy of 'why ask someone to do something that you can do yourself, but the right way?'" would strike the most friction between her and Ganondorf. I could be misinterpreting this but it sounds like Nemma would be the type to go off and do her own thing. Like while everyone is around planning the best way to go forward she would just go ahead and do it her own way. While this may be be the most efficient way to do things, I feel like there will be this need for control with Ganon as well as a "what if something happened to her?" in the back of his mind. I feel like he'd see her as not only his wife but also his strongest warrior so losing her would be not only emotionally crappy but also tactically crappy as well. This coupled with her backstory sounds like Nemma doesn't like to rely on people and might be prone to trying to take on everything and everyone on her own. Maybe part of her character arc could be learning how to work in a group?
It also sounds like Nemma might be slightly inspired by Miyamoto Musashi (thank you Puppet History). If not I think it'd be really helpful for you to look into him.
As for her design, I think you should maybe add a hat if she travels often. She can still have a top knot with her daggers if her hat has a hole at the top for it. I'm a sucker for historical fashion so I think you should do research on what time period(s) Sheikah dress is inspired by in TOTK and go from there. I would also recommend thinking about what kind of lifestyle she lives when designing her. However, don't think too hard because honestly making OCs is about having fun!
I don't really know too much about weaponry and it seems like you put a lot of thought into Nemma's weapon. This is not a critique on your weapon choice personally, but I kind of roll my eyes a bit when I see a katana. Again! YOU PROVIDE EXCELLENT REASONING FOR HER CHOICE OF WEAPON AND THIS ISN"T A DISS ON YOU! Maybe you could look into other types of Japanese weaponry for Nemma just a way to explore some options? Or don't if you really want her to have a sword! Everybody has their own attachments to weapons and fighting styles (polearms and crossbows my beloveds). There are also other Japanese style swords you could look into if you want! I'd keep in mind her lifestyle and which would be more practical for her to have. If she is traveling alone it might be more practical for her to have a one handed weapon and a shield since a two handed weapon would leave her open to attacks. I know more about European medieval junk than Japanese military history so idk? I also tend to look to a lot of history when creating OCs since humans have had very common ideas and have been in similar situations since forever. I also only bring up Japanese history because that's what I'm assuming the Sheikah people are inspired by seeing that Nintendo is a Japanese company. I could be wrong since pretty much all of my art history knowledge and fashion history knowledge is based on Europe.
The story sounds interesting and I'd love to read it! Reading through it and before getting to the end I was thinking "oh this is not going to be a healthy relationship." I think that Ganon would want Nemma primarily for her strength and abilities over her as a person. I think Ganon's character arc within the story could be him getting out of his war mentality, or Demon King mentality like you said, and seeing Nemma as a person and not as a weapon. While I see Nemma's character arc being her finally being able to let loose so to say. Being able to rely on another person and not have to carry the weight of the world all on your own.
You mentioned a size kink so I only bring this up because I assume there's going to be some NSFW details in the story. I see sparring being a sort of foreplay for these two. Maybe a wrestling kink? I also get some vibes of Ganon being willing to let Nemma dom him. I also just love seeing a big scary man get dommed by his wife.
Also don't worry about your art style not matching the universe you're trying to fit your OC into. You're not story boarding for a company so just have fun! Unless you want to experiment with different styles then go ham!
All in all, thank you for choosing me to critique your work! You've put so much thought into this it's pretty amazing! ahsdjgsdfgsdjfgdhf I just write about peepees and boobies so I feel really honored that you'd ask me to do this. And while I don't post my own art on here nor do I post my own OCs, character design and development is something I go feral over. xoxoxo
Author’s Note/Summary: Basically loves, this is not an x reader piece. This is a piece of fiction that uses Jaehyun as the main character, based on Cobi’s song Don’t You Cry for Me- and I’m a sucker for philosophy ever since I took philosophy of religion last semester. So it’s also based on one of my favorite arguments and objections of Mackie. This concept kept coming to my mind with Jaehyun but I seriously think I did not do a good job at writing this, because it’s based on such serious things and I honestly stopped trying to make sense in philosophy after my single spaced 4 pages long final paper! Hope you still like it though!
Warnings: Deals with very existential topics. Much emphasis on evil things. Dialogue heavy, and I’m not pushing any views on anyone! There’s no right or wrong in philosophy. Plus, English is my second language so there might be errors.
Word Count: 1.288 bite-sized existential crisis
Genre: Fantasy, Angst? Who knows? Weird AU I don’t know how to name.
Hope you all enjoy loves!
Hope got my hands tied 'round my back
And time put a rope around my head
Jaehyun was on his knees— wherever he was. He had not the slightest of ideas why or how he was where he was, or why there was a force so powerful he could feel even though it is incredibly dark around him. Darker than he had ever seen darkness be. Yet somehow he felt like he could touch it if he could move his fingers, not even his hand.
But he could not. He was held back with a sleep paralysis-type feeling, where his whole body seemed to be locked in place.
“Jaehyun, how nice of you to be here,” The voice calls out to him soon enough. Unfortunately for him, Jaehyun knows the voice. Knows who it belongs to— what it belongs to. “Again.”
The force shifts to stand in front of him. The very same force that is the owner of the voice Jaehyun would never, ever want to hear. He would not wish it on his worst enemy. “Excuse the darkness. It’s how I work with space.” Jaehyun knew.
“Why am I here?” Because if he knows one thing about his whole existence, he would rather not be here ever again. Never be brought here to this unforgiving courtyard just to be sent back forgetting everything that had ever left his mouth, before coming back here— without his own will— to go through a wormhole of a recollection of everything he has said and done.
And hung from the rafters of my fear
Dark in the eyes
“I think you know why.” Time tells him, and immediately Jaehyun’s blood starts running cold in his body. He is seeing everything in this unexplainable darkness; he is being shown everything and there is nothing for him to do except for see it. See it because nobody else ever has the chance to, he did not think at least.
Try and face the world I can't bear to
My knees hit the ground and my hands start shakin’
He hated this responsibility, especially since he does not have a single idea if anything he says and does has any affect on anything.
Old feelings from new faces
A rope on the floor and a poor man hangin'
Jaehyun saw pain. He saw pain, and unhappiness— different levels of them in different people. That always messes him up. To be fair, it would mess anybody up to see such burdening feelings in every single soul, from the ones that will soon rejoice with space to the ones that have just embraced the surface of the world. They all breathe the same air as him, one of the most basic necessities to survive on.
Though there is happiness and pleasure, too. Feelings that are, much like pain and unhappiness, present in everyone. One way or another. The types of feelings that give Jaehyun momentary peace before the other wave hits him.
And the other wave is always stronger. Selfishness, cowardice, ugliness, regress, hatred. These feelings that not everyone has in them, therefore mathematically lesser feelings, but yet the ones that are fueled with a different type of fire. Like Greek fire, strengthened by a thing that is supposed to put it out. Love. Love that holds acceptance, compassion, heroism, bravery, loyalty, beauty, progress. Yet when it is added to the mix it feels like it only backfires and is belittled by the bearers of the ugly bunch. And Jaehyun cannot understand why. Even though he is sure he has asked several times before.
“If I ask you the question again, will you give the same answer?” Time is slow yet still somehow carefree, because it continues flowing much like water. “I don’t remember the question, so you’d have to ask.”
It is funny to him, how he can talk to Time as if they were friends. The biggest human construct there ever was, and him, in a heart-to-what conversation. “But you remember your answers.”
“Does it matter if I don’t know what I’m answering?” There was an annoyed strain to his voice that Time seemed to enjoy.
“If you could eliminate anything from the universe, what would it be?”
Please help me chop this tree down
Hold me from underneath
“Hatred.” His answer is immediate, short and sharp.
And it seems to humor Time. “Why?”
“Because I keep seeing it everywhere and there’s nothing good that comes from it.” Utter silence upon his heated words.
But Time always speaks before too long. “You think so? Don’t you hate hatred, and doesn’t that push you to put your best effort into fighting everything evil yourself?”
If there is anything Jaehyun hates other than hatred, it is Time. Time always finds a way to defeat him, break him, and humiliate him. So it is only natural for him to feel like he is on the verge of tears because he knows he has given these answers before and nothing is of surprise to the construct before him, but he feels incredibly cornered because Jaehyun does not know the questions that await him. “Yeah, but how good of a thing is that when people are dying and suffering because of it? I’m not enough by myself. Everything would be resolved if hatred wasn’t what it was.”
“So you want to eliminate hatred because it brings evil, but do tell me Jaehyun, what will ‘good’ be if there isn’t an evil to cause it, or compare it to?”
That presses something in Jaehyun. “I want to eliminate hatred because it brings unnecessary evil. Why do you have to press us against each other? Isn’t the universe dependent on cooperation and coexistence?”
“And for that matter, why do you need an evil for there to be good?” The anger Jaehyun feels is through the roof, because he sees it still— the evil that is presented to him. The evil in all the universe cramped into one small dust particle of a world. “Why can’t there be good and better? Why can’t our base value just be pure good?”
“I’m not the universe, Jaehyun.” Time reminds him. “My job is to run the universe. I don’t need evil or good, because I have always been, and always will be.”
For the first time ever, Time goes gentle on him. “But I am old. I have seen everything, and everything started as pure good. Until something went wrong and brought evil. And that evil brought a new type of good, and that new type of good brought an evil when something went wrong; this is the way things have always been.”
“Then you must understand when I say I want to eliminate hatred,” Jaehyun pleads, partly because he wants this to be over and forget about everything again. “Hatred only brings more of itself. This is the order of evil where goods stop coming in. And unlike the first evils, the unhappiness and pain you can fight off with charity or progress or the like— when you try to fight off hate with its counterpart it only gets worse. For whatever reason the good, love, either gets sucked into it or it pisses the evil part off even more.”
“Does it occur to you that maybe you should fight off hatred with itself?” Time asks. “It should be obvious for someone like you that hates hatred, why not hate on hatred to the point the evil is evil on itself and nothing or no one else?”
And, for the first time, Jaehyun does not have a recollection of answers in his mind.
This is purely new.
Words never once cut me down
Oh, don't you cry for me
