Okay, but Bull admires tough folks who can kick ass.
And he has a thing for redheads.
So basically I want him to meet Aveline Vallen and basically think she is the coolest fucking person ever.
Not even in a shippy context or anything.
Like he sees Aveline bash some dude with a shield, decked out in her badass armor with all her ferocity and her fantastic freckles and her red hair and his jaw just drops and then he asks her to autograph something for him, cause she is THE MOST BADASS PERSON EVER HOLY FUCK.
Greenie, give me your rant about why nintendo never goes for the explicit zelink ending (explicit as them holding hands or kissing, not something nsfw)
Alrighty then. HERE I GO! THIS is going to be LONG. LOL
I believe it’s because Nintendo (and by Nintendo I mean Miyamoto and Aonuma, after all they kinda have the last say in the LoZ games LOL) are fully convinced that it’s us, the players, that join the dots, which is why they don’t feel the need to go all the way.
Not to mention, that they’re old conservative japanese men and like to keep romance… more like in the background/shadows (???) and focus more on the gameplay and stuff. I mean, after all, the games are not romance oriented specifically.
BUT! they have included moments between this two.
We know something happened at the end of Link’s Adventure behind that curtain
And Zelda (at the end of oracle of ages) gave Link a kiss. A kiss that both of them quite enjoyed.
*with hearts and all hahaha so cute!*
With recent games, for example skyward sword, Aonuma expressed his doubts in regards of this scene:
At first he wasn’t so sure, but after some talks, he decided that it was ok to include it. I remember him saying something along the lines “are we really taking this lovey-dovey route for this game”? and at the end, he was truly happy that they included this scene in the game (and I’m sure zelink fans around the world also felt the same way).
We all know how this game ends. Zelda asking Link what he wants to do and he just smiles at her. I think it’s obvious which was his answer hehe… After all, he fought with his life, in order to be with her again. My take is that Nintendo felt they’ve done enough for us to understand, that they went from best friends to lovers.
Also, in other games such a Spirit Tracks and Phantom Hourglass, their interactions are quite adorable. Personally, I LOVE Spirit Tracks. You can be with Zelda for almost 99% of the game…. and you really get to know her. You can also control her (and she’s a badass with that Phantom armor!)
But, what I love the most is how innocent and pure their bond is. Once Zelda regains her body, she hugs Link and his reaction is so adorable ;A;
He blushes hehe (he also blushed when he first met her btw).
And once they defeated the baddies., they hold hands while watching Anjean go to heaven. In fact, the camera makes a close up of their hands:
A part of me, feels that Nintendo’s intention is to keep it fresh. Like, the implications that there’s something going on between them are there. They exist. Link and Zelda are not a crack pairing. Nintendo has provided enough canon material in the games for us, like I mentioned earlier, to join the dots.
For example, in Skyward Sword and if you explore Link’s room and check his desk you’ll notice that he sculpts wooden statures. He has one unfinished bird on his desk with a hammer and chisel and a couple statues on his furniture. And also, if you go to Zelda’s room you’ll notice that SHE’S the only character he has given his work to, because she has a statue of a loftwing in her room. There are no other characters in the game that have this statues. I even visited everyone is Skyloft to be sure.
That’s Nintendo’s subtle way of telling us that there’s something special going on between them.
Do I want to see them kiss? HEL YEAH I DO!!!, but I would lie if I said that I do not appreciate details such as this one, that strengthen their relationship.
t’s just like Zelda’s diary in breath of the wild. To be honest, at first I felt dissapointed that Link was so serious all the time. But after reading her diary and watching all the memories in order… I felt that I finally was able to understand his character a bit more, thanks to what she said about him.
He isn’t a guy whose gonna blush over something. He’s pretty good at hidding his emotions because, people always had high expectations of him… So, the only way he found to keep people happy, was by keeping all his fears to himself. In fact, it’s pretty interesting what the stupid guy whose wandering outside Gerudo town tells you (after you get the sand and snow boots from him). He says that Link is a cold and calcuating person and he adds, that he’s also actually quite strong. I couldn’t agree more with that guy.
I mean, being LIKE THAT is pretty much what saved both him and Zelda from Calamity Ganon first attack. He didn’t let the sorrow of the death of his friend (Daruk, Mipha, Urbosa and Revali) get the best of him…. Or to watch Hyrule’s Kingdom get destroyed in a blink of an eye.
His main focus was to protect what’s important for him to the point of giving his life… And he did. He died protecting her.
And what truly touches my heart is that, he always believed in her. Even when they were running away from all those guardians, his top priority was to keep her safe. He never saw her just as a “weapon” to seal Ganon away (kinda like the King did)… He always saw her as what she was. Even Impa tells us that, Link became Zelda’s comfort during the times she wasn’t capable of using her power.
So… In conclusion. Even if I’m dying to see a kiss between them… A wedding and for them to give me granchildren (LOL)… I’m happy with what we have of them. They’re not the typical ship and for me, that’s what makes them so special.
Hopefully we’ll see them kiss again ;A; Nintendo plz understand
Undyne, the captain of the Royal Guard - A heart that burns for justice!
Some Undertale fan art I started last year but never posted properly. I’ve always loved the introduction of Undyne in this game. She looks so badass in her armor :O I screamed often while running away from her spears lol
Note: This is shorter than usual and I had to tweak the line a bit to fit the character. I hope it makes you happy anyway!
Title: Words Unwritten, Words Unsaid
“Are you hurt?” Her thick accent floated pleasantly and unexpectedly through the air. They had just fought off some stronger-than-usual demons while the Inquisitor closed a particularly difficult rift, and though her guard was strong and she was fine, she always checked on the others to make sure they were alright. She would never admit it was because she liked them. Especially not to the dwarf.
“I’ll be fine, Seeker. I’ve been hit by arrows before.” Varric was busy applying pressure to a large cut that parted the thick hairs across his sizeable forarm with a stream of red. It ripped through the leather of his jacket which was now tossed in the grass next to him.
Cassandra raised an eyebrow, but her face was very bad at showing her concern. It didn’t bother Varric much.
“I enjoyed your last chapter,” she said timidly after a moment.
Varric kept his eyes on the still weeping wound. “Glad to hear it.”
“I was wondering how you plan to resolve the fight between lovers. They cannot simply give up on each other. They must not.” Her voice took on the girlishly high tone it tended to get when she spoke in the realm of romantic fantasy.
“They’re just too different. She’s too stubborn and headstrong. He’s more laid back. Goes along with whatever comes.”
“That should not matter. People’s differences can often bring them together. Just look at us…I mean the Inquisition.”
Varric stopped wrapping his arm and brought his eyes up at the sturdy woman. She was standing with her hands behind her back, shifting her weight on her feet, avoiding his gaze entirely. “What should I have them do. Fall into a garden of flowers and have wild, ravenous sex to make-up? That’s the problem with fans. They always think sex solves everything. It doesn’t.”
“Blasphemy! Sex does solve everything!” The seeker shouted, her lips curling into something that looked like a smile.
“A joke,” he chuckeld, “from the sword weilding, shield bashing badass. Anymore jokes hiding under that armor.”
Her face became serious and red appeared on the skin of her cheeks just under her eyes. “Do not suggest at what is under my armor.”
Varric gave a mocking gasp. “Me, talk about you naked? I wouldn’t dream of it.”
“I hope it gets infected,” she sneered pointing her eyes at his wound. She turned and sauntered back in the direction of camp in the distance.
everyone had horrible iron man-esque armor redesigns in the 90s. Captain America, Spider-Man, Batman had Azbat, Booster Gold for some reason even though his armor is force field based, even Superman got a gaudy armored outfit when mr mxyzptlk took away his powers with red kryptonite. Weird time. I guess you could say Wonder Woman got 90s armor, but in a good way, with kingdom come she got her badass eagle god armor
shoutout to the Grey Wardens of Ferelden mod for making DAO less fucking ugly lmfao
i see so many people talking about how u gotta appreciate the muddiness of DAO because it sets a mood like
i love DAO and it’s probably my favorite game but it already feels like a SLOG trying to get through it, why do I have to be devoid of color and LIFE as well
“Gritty” doesn’t have to mean “ugly”
and also??? everyone in the notes of that post saying “ummmm, ur supposed to be incognito?”
sure, but like? my warden? doesn’t give a fuck. She’s huge and strong and is raring for a fight. Put her in huge, badass looking armor that literally is only significant to ONE order, an order which is synonymous with not giving a flying FUCK? and she’s terrifying, people can come at her all they want she doesn’t give a fuck
So, I happen to believe Alex is a top and Maggie is a bottom. BUT, not until Alex got confident in being intimate with Maggie. But when she gets comfortable, she legit pounces and Maggie is all hot and bothered and confused. (fic request)
YES. Firm belief that they’re both switches, that Maggie loves topping Alex and Alex loves being topped but Maggie has never gotten enough attention/devotion from her past lovers to be able to really bottom before, and when Alex gets confident oh my god Maggie loves it because she’s never felt cared for like this and I live for that headcanon because women of color are not doted on enough and Alex would dote on her so much and she deserves it so much and JUST.
She loves the way Alex whimpers underneath her and she loves the way this badass, full body-armor, take-no-prisoners DEO agent comes completely undone in her hands, under her tongue, in her arms, under her body.
She loves it, and she couldn’t ask for anything more, because loving Alex Danvers, making love to Alex Danvers? Loving Alex, making love to her, is like nothing she’s ever done before.
And she can’t imagine anything better.
Until Alex comes home and Maggie glances over her shoulder with a grin, calling “hey babe!” over the sound of sizzling quesadillas and bubbling rice.
She forgets, momentarily, that she’s wearing nothing but a black bra, one of Alex’s old flannels – slightly too big for her, and tied up at her waist because of it – and black boy shorts.
She forgets, that is, until Alex freezes, until Alex rips off her jacket, tosses down her gun, crosses to the kitchen in a single stride, and pounces.
Maggie gasps and Maggie splutters and Maggie melts into Alex’s kiss, into Alex’s hands, which wrap around her desperately, which reach around her body to turn off the burners, which pause, which freeze, as Alex pulls back, lips already swollen, hair already mussed from Maggie throwing her arms over Alex’s shoulders, already tangling her hands in her hair.
“This okay?” Alex asks raggedly, chest heaving and something almost feral in her gaze that makes Maggie’s knees weak, that makes Maggie feel surrounded, and feeling surrounded has never felt so… safe.
“More than okay,” Maggie rasps, and Alex swallows her next whine with her lips as her hands run under Maggie’s ass, brace on Maggie’s thighs, scoop her up like she weighs nothing.
She carries her away from the stove, away from the kitchen, into the bedroom, Maggie’s elbows over Alex’s shoulders, legs wrapped around her waist, as Maggie kisses her to replace the oxygen she’s losing, she kisses her to keep something on the ground, her fingers woven into Alex’s short hair and her lungs screaming for oxygen but her lips screaming for more first.
More of this, more of Alex, and Alex obliges, laying her down gently on the bed, cushioning her head with her hand, cushioning her heart with her eyes and her nerves with her smile.
“You’re beautiful, Maggie. You are so, so beautiful.”
Maggie swallows tears and she swallows confusion, because Alex is the beautiful one, mussed hair hanging down from her face like that, lips swollen like that, eyes burning like that; because Alex is the beautiful one, and no one’s ever… Maggie doesn’t get to be cared for like this, Maggie doesn’t get to be topped.
But Alex is asking, now, to top her, asking her “You okay, babe? Is this too much? Is this… not something you want? Or not right now, or – “ and Maggie is pulling Alex’s face down to hers to answer her questions, but Alex pulls back again because she has more.
“Maggie, I wanna make love to you, I want… I wanna fuck you, I… I wanna make you feel so good, babe, I… can I? Do you want me… to?”
Maggie swallows tears again because there will be time for them later, and she bites her lip, and she nods, but it’s not enough assurance for Alex, because god she must look scared, but she’s not, she’s just overwhelmed because can someone – can Alex – really want her this much, love her this much?
So she lets out a shaky breath and she gives Alex all the affirmations she’s looking for. “Alex, yeah. Yes, I want… I want you, I want… fuck me, Alex. Please.”
She gasps and she trembles as Alex takes off her clothes, as Alex kisses every birth mark and every scar, as Alex takes a moment to tickle that spot on her side that always makes her writhe, that always makes her laugh.
She screams when Alex slips inside her and she breathes out an affectionate laugh when Alex freezes with wide eyes, terrified that she’d hurt her, but no, no, she’d done the opposite; she scratches at Alex’s back with her nails and when Alex groans, when Alex rasps “that’s right, babe, you enjoy yourself” in her ear, when Alex fucks her harder the louder she begs, tears sting Maggie’s eyes and Alex waits again, but Maggie grabs her closer, Maggie shakes her head, and as Alex kisses the tear that leaks out of her eye, Maggie whispers “Good tears, Al. Please don’t stop. Unless you want to. Please?”
So Alex doesn’t stop.
Alex doesn’t stop biting her lip and growling slightly, doesn’t stop watching Maggie’s face as she fucks her, as Maggie unravels and Maggie cums because Maggie is wrecked and Alex watches her like she’s the most beautiful thing she’s ever seen, because she is, she is, she is.
And when Alex gathers her into her arms and presses soft kisses to her temples, to her hair, to her tear tracks, Maggie feels more home than she ever has before.
I LOVE the idea of Knight!Raven.Just imagine her being badass and being Apple’s knight and shinning armor. I heard similar headcanons, like Daring and Raven switching destinies (Daring being the evil king (queen) and Raven being Apple’s “prince”) and another one (actually an fanfic) where everyone at EAH thinks that Raven is Apple’s prince because she woke her up from her deep slumber (she gives her CPR). Raven denies it while Apple starts to believe it. I wish Knight!Raven had more supporters and fan art. If I could draw for shit, I would do it myself XD But what about you guys? Does anyone else like this headcanon? Even if you don’t ship Rapple, do you still like Knight!Raven?
I have deliberately held off on writing a review for Bloodborne for several different reasons, but in case you weren’t sure though, aye I bloody love it and I could jabber on like a little monkey, but I won’t. Instead I thought I’d try and write something a bit more interesting. Today we’re going to talk about the character, Eileen the Crow.
To preface this, I’ve always loved the art direction of From Software’s Souls games and the character design in particular has always been exceptional. The artists have a great flair for the dark fantasy style, taking designs of traditional medieval armour and twisting them with ornate or bizarre flourishes. Playing through the games for the first time I’d often bump into a character and think to myself, wow that’s a snazzy piece of clothing you’ve got on there, mate. I hope I can pick that up in a shop somewhere otherwise I might have to knick it! (Disclaimer: I don’t encourage this behavior in real life, of course.)
Before I even got my hands on the game, I remember looking at some of Bloodborne’s promotional materials and concept art. There was a particular screenshot of a character wearing one of those horrid, beaked plague doctor masks and a cape made of jet-black feathers. Like I said before I was thinking to myself, I want that outfit and I want to play as that character because they look awesome. It was such an arresting image, cutting a beautifully creepy silhouette. The reason I love it is because it’s an obvious pairing of ideas (beak mask and feathers) but it’s rendered by From Software’s artists in such an elegant way that I could never personally create with my imagination.