World of Warcraft is a wonderful game, full of undead elves & dragons, mages that shoot fire from their fingers and can blink entire cities, talking bear men who live on a giant turtle and train in martial arts, gnomes that have build helicopters & subways, a guy that literally resurrected himself, plus many MANY other crazy ridiculous characters & lore and people still will shit their pants if you RP anything other than a town guard, or pally-grandpa from lordaeron™.
And GOD FORBID you have any differing eye colors because of magic or whatever.
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader Word Count: 34.8k (ooops someone’s got a bit carried away hehe) Genre: PrinceJungkookAU, Angst, Fluff & Smut.
A/N: This is the first story of the five “short” (if you can call them short lmao) stories about Greyria that I’ll be posting during summer. Probably I won’t be posting the next one until a couple of weeks from today, because I have the idea of them all, but none is completely written yet. I hope you enjoy it! Let me know what you think of it! Because It’s really long, I fear you won’t be able to read it from your phone or tablet, sorry :(
Summary:After all, he was her red rose, while she was just
another one of the many blue roses that grew in the dying gardens of Greyria.
“The best stories - those that speak about past lovers, about untold
stories and broken hearts, about beautiful promises of future and happiness
that got lost in the wind; those that make you feel happiness, loss, hurt,
love, hate, fear and sadness all at once; those that live in your heart for the
rest of your days - always have sad endings, my love,” her grandma had always told her
when she was just a little girl in a baby pink dress.
Had an hour to blow before bed and after the drawing earlier this morning I really wanted to draw Riju with her hair down. Decided to throw her into Ivee’s outfit from Hateno Village for shits and giggles~
With the abs thing, I like to think since it’s one of the reasons the Gerudo town guard gives that Link’s not a gerudo, physical strength is probably so ingrained into their culture that to be weak is to not be a true gerudo, and being freaking shredded is womanly as hell.
Like they wouldn’t understand boobs and ass at all - you wanna get a man you flaunt that six pack girl!
(Riju’s still working on hers though~ tiny flat bellied little duckling~)
@chemistreat asked: “How does one kinda figure out when they need side characters? I have a main plot but I want to add characters like friends, or guards or towns people but I don’t know how to make sure they fit well. Any tips?”
Secondary characters are so often undervalued or overlooked by writers. This is a great thing to be asking. You want to make sure that you aren’t throwing characters in who will distract from the plot but will be able to further provide insight into your character’s life. Secondary characters also will give your reader some breathing room. While your book can be incredibly close to the protagonist, dialogue and scenes with secondary characters will lighten up a heavy point of view.
So, how do you go about creating these characters? How I see it, there are a few different types of secondary characters- there are characters who exist to show who support your protagonist’s identity (ie: parents, siblings, pets), confidants (best friends, hair stylists, I don’t know), and characters who serve to advance the plot (that woman who goes to the detective and says, “I need your help!”) I’ll go into detail on who those characters are.
So a friend of mine decided he wanted to DM for the usual group including our typical DM. In his campaign, theres my half orc warlock, a half orc fighter named Garrok, and a drow rogue; a small party. Garrok (lacking in nonphysical traits) follows my warlock (lacking in physical traits due to deformity) in a good duo that we’ve found very fun. Garrok is the powerhouse of the party and is often charging into battle with his warcry “YOU LOOK WEAK!”
After clearing a dungeon, Garrok, with his 8 intelligence, decided to touch at this strange contraption a couple times (each time he did, the device pricked his finger). Upon entering an arena, 2 Garroks appeared, screaming “YOU LOOK WEAK!” And “I’M DA REAL GARROK” They then began to fight each other for the claim of being “da real Garrok” Naturally, the party stepped back so that whichever Garrok survived would be our nee companion.
When the original Garrok killed the other two, he began collecting there teeth and shouting “Im the strongest person I know…and I’ve killed me twice!” I began to exclaim an idea (that was already clearly a shared concept between us) that we should clone Garrok and have my character shepherd the now 20 new Garroks to guard the town that I had claimed mayorship over, as well as raid other towns for gold. And Garrok became “Garrok Flametusk, King of Garroks.
Finally…FINISHED!! This took waaaay longer than I thought it would…fun, but kinda tedious really; didn’t mean to make it so big. But I will say I’m pretty proud of the BG for someone that kinda despises BGs…I’m gettin’ better! So all-in-all, mmyeah I’m pretty happy with this…~ :p …I’ll be honest though, can’t wait to move on to somethin’ else.
Context: Our party had come across a partially destroyed town. After looting the town, attempting to steal a skull in a mausoleum (and then attempting to seduce the ghost of the skull’s owner. Bards, man, idek), and artistically shaving our dwarf fighter’s eyebrows as he slept, we made our way to the keep. After having a stealthy look about, we discovered 4 guards residing in the building. It was determined that our rouge and bard, being the characters with the highest charisma, would go knock on the door and attempt to talk to the guards while the druid and the fighter would hide around the corner as opposed to entering into combat.
Bard: *knocks on door*
Guard 1: Who are you and what do you want?
Bard: I am a missionary of The Lady Avon, goddess of makeup, fragrances, and all things beauty product related.
Rogue, who has not been informed that this was to be the direction of conversation: Uh…yeah, we both are. We’ve come to assist you in your time of need. We saw the destroyed town when we arrived and came to find survivors. Can we help in any way? Do you need prayers to the Lady Avon?
DM: Roll a persuasion check.
Bard: *passes persuasion check*
So, the guards believe us and we start getting the story of what happened to the town. One of the guards mentions that the Lord of the keep died a few years back and had we noticed the lovely mausoleum in the town cemetery where he’s kept?
Bard: Yes, actually, we had.
Fighter (from around the corner where he’s been listening in): THAT WAS THE GHOST YOU TRIED TO SEDUCE!!!
Guards: *immediately stand up and run around the corner to find the hiding fighter. The druid had since run away.*
Guards: Who the hell are YOU?
Fighter: *stands up straight* I…am The Lady Avon…come to answer your prayers.
Rogue: I hear you can tell it’s her by her oddly shaved eyebrows.
DM: I had dreams and aspirations for this campaign, you know. And not one of them involved THIS. Roll deception.
the elders observe your every move as you stumble along the cobble stone. You never know if they are benevolent or not. You just know they are watching.
the way to town is uphill. The way home is also uphill. You are left to wonder how is that possible.
The city elects the new Mayor. You didn’t vote for the new mayor. You’re pretty sure nobody you know voted for the new mayor. You have a haunting feeling nobody actually voted for the new Mayor. As you see questionable local enterprise bigshots grinning, anxiety creeps into you.
In any given place, as you walk, you’re walking on ancient ruins. Wherever you’ll dig, you’ll find ancient ruins. Ancient ruins resurface on their own. They are around you. They are beneath you. You can’t escape.
Beautiful churches lurking behind every corner. You enter one and are greeted by sublime ancient frescos depicting suffering, torture and martyrdom. The Priest tells you that suffering is the only pathway to Heaven. The townspeople nod and chant along him. You realize that the beliefs of these people influence the policies of the Country. You are scared.
The old towns are guarded by the dead gaze of the statues of our forefathers. Some of these statues are headless, or damaged by past wars. Everything around you is older than you can possibly imagine. You wonder if the headless statues are luckier, for their eyes haven’t survived to witness, powerlessly, the misery of human history.
Regardless of where you are, there are abandoned homes. Dusty and dark houses lurking on the dark alleys, too old to be destroyed, too damaged to be restored.
The streets are lit by candles. Like every year, it starts with an ominous chanting getting near. Shortly after, the horde floods your street, slowly dragging their feet, lead by a Priest droning into a microphone. Some are holding holy objects. You are filled with dread as you watch your family join the horde, smiling.
You are to turn in some paperwork. You discover that you need more paperwork and that you are supposed to deliver it to another office. The paperwork grows as you continue the process. The red tape overwhelms you. You drown in paperwork. It is all you see. A deadline looms over you. You feel no hope. Then, if the Bureaucrats will allow it, your paperwork will get through. Then, your request will sit in a dark room, ignored for a decade.
There seems to be some commotion in a coastal town the PCs are passing through - it’s just become public knowledge that the mayor of the town’s former site was an infamous pirate. An infamous pirate with a famous, though as of yet undiscovered, treasure hoard. The problem being that the town’s former site is now underwater. Enterprising people are trying to set up expeditions for a treasure hunt.
In responding to a bounty or job board, the PCs discover that they have apparently already accepted the gig - or at least some other group using their monikers has.
A young sphinx has taken shop at the local library, refusing to let anyone enter unless they can answer its riddle. After a few days, most of the townsfolk have become jaded to its presence, but the librarian and a few scholars are rather miffed at their inability to return to their work/studies.
A small lifelike statuette of a person has mysteriously appeared in the center of town. Nobody knows where it came from or who it represents. Each day it seems to be getting a little larger.
A courier carrying an important package never reached their destination. The town guard are looking for any information that could lead to locating the missing person, while the intended recipient of the package would happily pay a handsome some to have it brought to them.
Two lovers from rival houses are being wed, and though the leaders of their families are trying to make the alliance work, not everyone approves. They’re looking to hire extra security for the wedding, to prevent any embarrassing (or worse) incidents.
The PCs find a lost dog in the wilderness. He is clearly tame, with a collar and everything, but dirty and hungry. Also he’s the size of a minivan.
Some bandits have managed to tame a herd of griffins, and are extorting several settlements with the threat of sudden armed attacks from above.
A scientist, upon hearing where the PCs are going, begs to be allowed to accompany them so they can study the local flora and fauna.
A restaurant owner is seeking the most rare and exotic ingredients to put their new establishment on the map.
yeah, without a doubt nintendo is awful about lgbt characters and gay men are the biggest target
for context if you havent played the game: at one point in the game you have to get into gerudo town, which only accepts women within their walls.
You have to find this character who is a man-in-a-dress joke, who gives link the gerudo vai outfit. After you dress up as a girl you can enter the town.
They have a long history of gaycoding their villains (ghirahim and yuga are the main ones, but theres other villains who are coded to lesser degrees)
and like it doesnt end with villains? For example theres a joke character in hateno village in botw who is heavily coded as a gay man and its meant to be humorous.
And then as you said the whole gerudo quest is , Really Bad like theres the transphobic jokes about both the person you get the gerudo vai outfit from but also the various comments link gets while wearing the outfit.
if you take the outfit off in the town the guard will also say something along the lines ‘you do realise you are a voe right’ lmao lmao fuck off
also, not only that but the gerudo are still steeped in awful arabic stereotypes and i frankly expected that part of the game to be Bad News when i saw the gerudo were back cause i simply dont trust nintendo :/
At the very least they’re not a villainous race anymore so thats. a minor plus, but theyre still sexualised and now all Obsessed With Finding A Husband lmao. yikes.
it would be Real Great if those big game websites that make those criticisms that lead to things like nintendo making twilight princess in response to criticisms about how wind waker looks, and the whole skyward sword vs botw, would criticise these major issues in the series so they’ll be forced to address these too lmao.
botw is so open world because people criticised how enclosed and linear skyward sword was, which is great and all! but there should also have been more criticisms of ghirahim’s violent gay coding!
again for context if you havent played that game, ghirahim is the main antagonist in skyward sword and he is a very flamboyant heavily gay coded character who also plays into the homophobic stereotype that gay men are predatory, amongst other things.
nintendo has gotten barely any backlash for this, they proceeded to do this again in ALBW with yuga and now BoTW is no better.
anyway im not really going anywhere with this other than i love zelda and all but god is it flawed and i wish it wasn’t so shitty in this area. i talk about this a lot on my personal & twitter tbh :/