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DW’s Perspective on Heroism + Why He Doesn’t Like Gizmoduck

*This is purely my perspective. I’m mostly talking about the 2017 version but both could work in this*

I’ve been rewatching the Darkwing-centered episodes so I could do an analysis on Drake. I really like him and is in my top 10 list. I see a lot of myself in him. He’s also an adorable dumb*ss.

Anyway, after watching these episodes, I came up with a theory on why DW doesn’t like Gizmoduck.

In Drake’s eyes, being a hero is willing to risk everything for the world’s protection, especially your own body. His inspiration is a fictional version of DW who is willing to get himself hurt to get the job done.

Drake looks down on heroes who don’t follow this ideal, which is where is disdain for Gizmoduck comes in.

Fenton wears a suit to protect himself and hold his gadgets-which is not bad; Iron Man does it. Yet, Drake sees the suit as Gizmo’s “cowardice” or “reluctance” to be a real hero. He sees himself as a better hero because he doesn’t wear protection.

This is how I think Drake processes this, “I’m better than Gizmoduck because he is a regular person who is not willing to risk everything. I don’t wear a stupid suit to protect myself.”

What are your thoughts? Do you think this could be accurate? 😁

Prompt #74

By @writingpromptsworld

“You’ll always be here to fight me, right?” The villain asks, pinning the hero to the wall, keeping an arm under their neck to keep them there firmly.

The hero grunted, leaning their head back to the rough bricks. They smirked slightly. “Why? Scared I’ll choose some other villain over you?”

“Shut up.” The villain said, pressing harder. The hero groaned, their hands moving to the villain’s waist.

They kept the smug grin on their face. “It’s okay, you can admit it. You like me, or dare I say, prefer me.”

And that was all it took for the villain to break. They leaned forward and smashed their lips with the hero’s, and the hero let out a laugh, pulling the villain closer.

Prompt #71

By @writingpromptsworld

When the hero finishes their training for the day, and comes home, they do not expect to see the villain sitting in the middle of their room, with a presumably champagne glass in their hand.

However, what was more strange was the fact that the villain had decorated the whole place for the hero’s happy birthday. But the decorations weren’t normal like balloons, banners, and…. Other decorations.

There were knives, and other weapons hanging around the room vaguely, yet somehow fashionably. There was a cake in the middle with the hero’s name, painted red, their name in a black font. And the villain sat, grinning.

The hero stood still for a second, taking it all in slowly. If it was anyone in the hero’s space, they would have been shocked. Horrified, perhaps. But the hero, the hero barely blinked an eye at it. They sighed. “Is this the birthday party I get for working hard all day?” They asked, setting down their backpack.

The villain chuckled. “If that was your way of saying ‘thank you’, I regret to inform you it's not the best way.” The hero perked an eyebrow, before sitting down opposite the villain.

“And why would I be thanking you for this?” The hero asked, motioning around the room in a ‘what the heck is this?’ tone.

The villain pouted, their full lips crunching into a perfect circle. “Now that’s not very nice. I worked very hard to find all of your hidden guns, and even the knives! Gosh the knives! Why do you not have a knife holder?” They mused, their brows frowning in concentration as if this was a serious thing they took great interest in.

The hero pursued their lips. They hadn’t eaten much all day, and the cake(however bloody it was designed to look) appeared as delicious as water in a dessert. Their stomach growled, and they glanced at the villain. The villain smiled sweetly.

“Let’s cut the cake! Happy birthday, my hero.” The ‘my’ was really unnecessary, the hero thought but let it go anyway.

They leaned forward and blew off the candles. The candles were all black. “Thank you.” They mumbled, feeling uneasy yet a sick kind of affection towards the villain for remembering their birthday and even throwing a party. No one had done it, not even their closest so-called colleagues.

They put on a smile. Not forced, but genuine. The villain smiled just as genuinely back. The hero devoured the cake, it was a chocolate cake, their favorite. And while eating, the villain spoke up. “Just because I did all this doesn’t mean I’m going soft on you during our fights, just so you know.” They licked their lips, a flirtatious grin spreading across their cream kissed lips.

The hero rolled their eyes with a smile. “Yeah, yeah. You’re a big baddie, who doesn’t have a heart and has a stone cold persona. Blah blah blah.”

The villain laughed, gazing at them with love filled eyes. The hero couldn’t ask for more for their birthday.

Prompt #70

By @writingpromptsworld

“What…so you’re just letting me escape? Just like that?” The villain questioned, suspiciously. Their eye narrowed slightly, examining the hero.

The hero shrugged, smiling. “You did say you’re not feeling too well, so I’ll let you off the hook for today.”

The villain stared in a little disbelief. “Oh…”

“What?” The hero questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“You’re being oddly nice.” The villain mused, a confused frown crossing their features.

The hero chuckled. “I can’t fight you while you’re not at your best. It wouldn’t be fair.” They offered a sweet smile.

The villain’s heart beat in their chest, staring at the hero’s smiling face. They huffed, rolling their eyes. Goddamn it, they couldn’t understand why the hero was being so soft like this.

“So I can just leave then?” The villain asked again to make sure. The hero nodded, the smile still there.

The villain stared at them for a second, controlling the urge to kiss the smile off the hero’s face. They sighed.

They left after a lingering glance at the hero.

Snippet #3

The villain came forward, slow and unwavering. A mask was plastered on his face, but it failed to disguise his face completely. The hero recognized him immediately.

The ballroom echoed with music all around. People laughed and danced with joy spilling out of them. Each one of them was dressed in fancy gowns and suits. Everyone was having fun, except the hero.

Damn this mission, the hero thought.

The villain let on an almost sweet smile as he reached close to the hero. "May I have the pleasure of dancing with you, handsome?" The hero's heartbeat rose. Suffocating him, the room was.

The hero glanced around, begging for someone to come for him and stop this from happening. No one came. He hesitated, before giving his hand to the villain and letting him guide him.

The villain led him to the dance floor, and let his hands fall to the hero's waist. The hero felt himself doing the same.

"You know, the mask doesn't help in hiding your pretty face." The villain whispered in the hero's ears. His hands tightening around the hero's waist.

"I never meant to." The hero returned, suddenly confidence. If he was going to do this, he was going to do it right, he thought, as he squeezed the villain's waist back.

❌Not a prompt ❌

I wanted to post this cuz I think it's awesome. Lemme know what you think plz!!

Aindreas truly didn’t mean to catch the eye of Eiran. But now, facing down the bastard, Calen, panting and kneeling over his stomach where Aindreas knows he had hit Calen with acid, he can’t find it in themselves to regret it. Eiran had caught his eye at a neutral ground's nightclub, and they orbited each other like stars for months before Eiran had made the first move. Enemies to lovers was not something Aindreas had ever predicted for himself, but the gentle demeanor and sunshine exterior of Eiran was irresistible.

Hero and villain stand on opposite sides of a ruined street. Sand decorated the ground and parts of the road had holes melted into them; some of them were still sizzling. Buildings are leveled around them, sirens blaring somewhere off in the distance. Most of the leveled buildings are covered in sand, Calen had struck out wildly in the desperate hope of hitting Aindreas; they were equally matched in long range combat, Aindreas’ acid proved an effective shield for the sand Calen threw around. Aindreas himself had not been very careful either, kneeling on both knees on the pavement of the leveled city, he knew that several buildings, especially foundations, had been melted through when Aindreas’ aim had been off. Calen had the wonderful ability to infuriate Aindreas into carelessness.

The sun was setting, fiery rays of red and orange light spilling across the leveled city. Light was dimming in the world, like the light of Aindreas’ eyes. They are at a standstill, after throwing magic at each other for what felt like hours, neither of them making any substantial ground on the other. The sounds of emergency services rushing towards the crumpled buildings were the only sounds in the otherwise still street besides the panting of both hero and villain. An unspoken agreement hung in the air. One of them would not feel the summer sun again.

Calen is the first to rise, stumbling to his feet, unstable from the injuries and exhaustion. Aindreas doesn’t move, he doesn’t need to, acid had been pooling in his palms since he stopped moving, just like the copper taste of blood in his mouth. He knows his only hope of surviving the battle was taking out Calen in one fell swoop. There isn’t much hope for him, he didn’t have the proper training that Calen did. Maybe if he did, Aindreas could win.

“How could you?” Calen says as his voice cracks. “Eiran is mine! He belongs to me.”

“He’s not property,” Aindreas says back, shouting over the distance that separated the two. “I’m sorry that it came at the cost of your friendship, but he chose me!”

Calen’s face turns red over the white sheen of exhaustion. The sand surrounding Aindreas rises as Calen raises his trembling arms, and even as far as Aindreas is, he can hear the muttered spells Calen whispers, pleading with the magic in his spirit to give him energy. Aindreas, limbs protesting, rises out of his kneeling position to his feet as well, calling upon the ever-faithful magic inside him to defend himself from the attacks that he knows are forthcoming.

“Veniat ad me, virtus mea defendat me,” Aindreas chants, the acid that had been pooling in his hands rises, twisting and writhing in his palms, suddenly alive. The magic is slower, writhing through his arms, sluggish where it had been quick before. When he quit St. Henry’s School for Magicked Boys, he never expected to end up here. He wanted to change the world, reform society on the whole and for the better, not spend his days fighting meaningless battles. What a waste of a career.

Calen could taste his fury, the palpable need for revenge tingled on his skin and seeped into his brain. Eiran had always been his, they had been friends since high school. They’d sworn a blood oath to each other when they graduated from St. Henry’s, they were as close as brothers. Then, out of nowhere, Eiran had started to pull away from him, from their mission.

They had always vowed to protect the city, to preserve it just the way it had always been. Aindreas had swayed Eiran to the wrong side of the decades long battle. Calen would win if it meant the end of him; maybe Eiran would see where he had been wrong when Calen was gone. Because they were wrong.

Calen began to chant louder, his voice coming out clearer as the magic in his spirit responded to his plea for strength. His feet lifted off the ground, sand whipping itself into a frenzy around him. He shot a hand out in front of him, shooting magic, wind, and sand towards Aindreas. Aindreas’ mouth was moving, and a wave of liquid acid shot from his palms, protecting his body and melting the sand onto the ground. Calen threw another wave of sand, this one washing down from the sky like the waves of an ocean crashing down onto a beach.

Aindreas barely blocks the second wave, his arm pushing itself up from where he stood, trembling as it is raised. Calen grins; gotcha. He summons everything he has in him; time to end this, once and for all. He shoots sand as fast as he can: up, under, on the left and right. Even as the amount of sand tapers off with each wave, the acidic defense is also. Exhaustion seeps into Calen’s bones, his arms lag and the magic answers his calls slower, the blasts sluggishly making their way through the air, falling where Aindreas stands. But where Calen is weaking slowly, Aindreas weakens faster. Sand begins creeping its way behind Aindreas’ defenses. Then, a wave of sand isn’t met with a wall of acid. The weight of the sand brings Aindreas to his knees. Calen has the briefest notion that he should stop, Aindreas is down, but the niggling feeling that Aindreas deserves death refuses Calen’s small attempts to quit the battle now and run for his life.

Aindreas groans, a pained sound winding its way through the air as he hunches over his side, blood pooling in the fabric of his clothing. Sand was sharp, all the better for cutting the dog, the filth, the cretin. His own wound throbs, as time passed on the defensive, the biting wounds ate away at his skin. The burning and sizzling also cauterized the wound, stopping any bleeding before it started. As Aindreas would bleed, Calen would retain his strength.

Calen mustered one more effort, even as his knees trembled, and his vision foggy. Calen piles up sand above the cowering man, dumping pounds of sand on him, burying him in sharp rocks, cushioning his dying body in earth. As his vision goes black, he grins, sharp corners and blood leaking through his teeth. He had won, and now it was time for him to rule.

(A call is placed when two super-powered individuals are found collapsed on the same street. One of them would spend the rest of their life in prison. But for now, first responders load them into separate vehicles. Digging into a pile of sand was lent to the fire fighters, the task difficult. The man buried underneath could hardly be classified as human, but if anyone was the monster, it was the intact body on the other side of the street. The buried man’s skin was more cuts and bruises than anything else, and the blood rapidly pooling out of several large injuries had the paramedics scrambling for emergency blood bags. He would be lucky to survive with severe scarring.)

Aindreas had the briefest recollection of flashing lights and pain, so much pain. A finger forced his eye open, and a bright line shone into it, and as he flinched away, he could hear the shouts of “Survivor! I have a survivor here!” There was movement, Aindreas wasn’t sure if it was the ground beneath him or himself. Maybe both, probably both. He came back to himself, blinking crusty eyes open to a white hospital room. Shit. He couldn’t be here. It’s dark, the blinds drawn closed and the lights dimmed. The kindness is not lost to him, especially because of his eyes’ sensitivity.

He opened his mouth to do, what? A hoarse, croaking sound forced its way out as Aindreas leaned his head up, the rest of his body held down by some immovable force. His vision was still blurry and spotty. A plastic cup of cold, so cold but so so refreshing water was pressed to his lips. He drunk it greedily, trying not to gasp or choke. There was a person holding the cup, someone important, who was it? He tilted the cup slowly, allowing Aindreas only a few sips at a time. Blinking away the exhaustion and the confusion, Aindreas turned his head to look at the person next to him and proceeded to choke on the water flowing down his parched throat.

“Careful there, Addy,” Eiran said as he chuckled softly, wiping the spilt water on Aindreas’ chin. “I really don’t want you to go out via drowning after surviving your fight.”

“What are you doing here?” Aindreas asked, his voice was hoarse, and his throat ached from the small effort. Eiran leaned back into his small plastic hospital chair and smiled sadly, not looking him in the eyes.

“I didn’t want you to be alone.”

“Why aren’t you with Calen? He’s your best friend.”

“Calen almost killed you; he was ruthless and used too much force. How could I support him after that?” Calen spoke softly, a hand coming up to cradle his chin. He was looking at Aindreas with soft and loving eyes. Aindreas knows that he is a bad person for it. Eiran was happier without him, but Aindreas couldn’t stay away.

“So did I, we were both fighting for our lives, intent on killing each other.” Maybe Aindreas was wrong for doing so, killing was never something he ever wanted to make himself believe he could do; but after the first time someone died in his arms, the system itself and the rules he ascribed himself too seemed broken. His mother had been diagnosed with cancer, her body was weak from working two jobs to support Aindreas, so the treatment only drained her more. Dropping out of school to help pay the bills was the only way they would continue to survive. Since then, life had become a game of survival, and he was really bad at it.

Eiran searched Aindreas’ gaze, his eyes unwavering in their intensity. “I don’t blame you for what you had to do to survive, I know Calen is wrong.”

“So was I,” Aindreas said weakly, dropping Eiran’s gaze to where his hand met Aindreas’. “I wasn’t just defending myself. I was attacking him.” The unspoken repercussions of his actions hung in the air like a fog, waiting to devour Aindreas in a flawed system. He wouldn’t fight it, dragging Eiran through years of court appearances and witness stands just for him to be condemned.

After Aindreas’ mother died, his father always absent from his life, going back to school was impossible. He wanted nothing more than to be a hero, gallivanting through the city and saving people, people like him. It seemed almost impossible, until it wasn’t. Aindreas wanted to think his mother would have been proud of him, but he wasn’t sure.

Aindreas wanted to change the world for the better, improve the broken system. Everyone deserved a chance, right?

(Outside, the police gathered. Heroes are called and a gathering of magic so great it pales in comparison to the Council of Mages and Magicked Folk begins to collect. They were preparing. The villain inside the hospital was dangerous. Even injured, the magical capabilities of any scared and cornered mage were worth the extra protection. A group of protection mages lift spells around the whole hospital, and a group of offensive mages begin to discuss strategy. The villain inside the hospital will not surrender easily.)

Calen was pissed. He had been awake for almost two days, and nobody had come for him. The midday sun filtered through the window, heating his room and his blood. His mother and father had called, insisting they were busy with the upcoming semester. The group of freshman mages were apparently more difficult than previous years. His mother and father ran the top university for magicked folk. They supported him through high school and college, he earned his way into the college that they ran, no matter who said it was rigged. His whole family worked for what they got, just like everybody who succeeded in this world.

The people who didn’t obviously just didn’t work hard enough. His parents had made sure he knew that from the beginning. When he questioned it, they had brought him to the camp of free loaders underneath the city bridge. It was clear, well, they made it clear, that no one there had a job, nor would they ever contribute to society. They deserved to be homeless; they deserved to suffer.

When Aindreas dropped out of school to help his mother, as stupid as that was, Calen could maybe understand. But then Aindreas had to come back up from the weeds of the unworthy to try to revamp society as a whole; how stupid. His mother was poor because she just didn’t try hard enough. Calen thought Eiran understood that, until Aindreas just had to come in and manipulate him into thinking he was in love. How ridiculous. Eiran had always and should always be loyal to Calen.

Calen could understand why his parents didn’t visit him; they were busy, too busy for their injured son. But the fact that Calen had yet to Eiran made a vein pulse in his forehead and an uncomfortable feeling settle in his chest. It never went away, the disgusting feeling festering in his chest and often crawling up to the base of his throat. As Calen sat in the hospital bed, covered in bandages and casts, his fists refused to relax from their clenched position and Calen began to believe Eiran was a traitor.

When they met in high school, Calen thought they would be together forever. A stupid idea, now that he thinks about it. Calen only ever wanted to improve an already wonderful society. Everyone who was successful worked hard for it, and those who didn’t weren’t. He thought Eiran understood that.

Eiran came from a family that painstakingly worked their way up the social and capital ladder to end up at the top. Eiran wasn’t always rich, yet somehow Calen understood him. But then Aindreas came in with his sob story about how he didn’t need to work for power or influence. Like he expected things to just be handed to him. And frustratingly enough, it was. He never finished high school, never worked his way through college, never put his everything into getting an apprenticeship like Calen did.

Why? Why did he succeed? Why did Calen fail? He worked so hard. The burning in Calen’s nose refused to make its way to tears tracking down his face, he would not cry. So instead, he sat in a hospital bed, alone, with his fists clenched at his sides and his glare directed at a small patch of the wall in front of him. Feelings were weakness, if his father were here, he would be boxed over the head. Yet the feelings rushed in, unbidden and unwanted, boiling inside of him, clogging his brain and his senses until all he could think about was his rage. Cold fury like a frozen blade, a ruthless thought of revenge, cut through the fog in his head. Aindreas was always going to be tried for the destruction he wreaked on the city, but without the lawyer support that Calen and his parents had, he would end up in more trouble.

What better way to get back at Aindreas than to prove to him that Eiran never changed. Calen would swoop in at the right time, being sweet and promising that he had changed. Eiran would never know until it was too late. Eiran would never leave him again. A cold grin stretched across Calen’s face, seeds of malice being planted into his head in the fury and open wound of Eiran’s betrayal. Yes, everything had to go to plan.

Aindreas would rot forever, like he was always supposed to. Calen would rise to power, just like he knew he was always going to as well. Eiran would make a wonderful first war trophy. Proof of Calen’s superiority. Calen even bet that Eiran would look amazing in chains, tied down like the traitorous dog he was at the foot of Calen’s throne.

(The police and heroes finally begin their invasion into the hospital. Cries of alarm go out from scared nurses and startled doctors, but the invading forces don’t stop until they come to a door. The chief of police and the most powerful hero in attendance are the first to enter, drawing a cry of alarm from the inhabitants. The sun sets behind the mountains in the distance as a villain is packed into the back of a police van, never to see the light of day again.)

REF SHEET FOR MY NEW BABY GIRL FOR A THING IM DOING WITH FRIENDS!!

I love her!!

I swear to god she’s not naked, it’s apart of this whole race, but she’s a warrior!! A guard to the higher ups and an absolute badass.

She’s skilled in most forms of combat, which includes hand-to-hand combat, as well as knowing how to use various different types of combat. The markings hold significant importance too! This is what makes her special, but we’ll get more into that later if I’m given permission. >:)

She’s very serious about her job as a protector and hero, that’s the whole reason she’s in the position she’s in. She fought her way to the top and doesn’t intend on losing that now, unfortunately this has had a severe strain on her relationships and friendships outside of her work life. With little to none friends and little contact with family, she focuses most of her time on training and completing tasks handed out to her by her superiors.

This has caused her to be more serious, stoic, cold and distant. She knows the closer she holds people, the easier it is to be distracted; so she keeps everyone at an arms distance: sacrificing emotional bonds for the “greater good” as she calls it. Not to mention she doesn’t want to make the people she cares for targets, tying them into whatever she’s got going on. She’s supposed to be saving people, and that’s not saving anyone.

I don’t have a name for her yet, so if anyone has suggestions I’d be up for it!!

Once I get more info on lore and all that, the info here might change. so yeah!! Enjoy her!! I love my baby girl :)

Ok KO big reveal spoilers

Part 3/3

Why are my idea so weird?

Why are you a silent strawberry heh

That’s a very personal question to ask but ig I’ll answer

I once saw a dog on the street and it was silent and then it started whining asking begging for me to help it and then I noticed some red stuff under it I checked the dog and it was actually strawberry under it so. I was like “this strawberry is awfully silent.”

The hero or villain debate has always been fascinating to me because personally, I would rather love the hero. Not because of their personality or anything but because if it came down to it, and the hero would be forced to choose between me or the world, I would rather they choose the world.

Because that's the world-that is billions of people with lives separate from your own that will suffer because of that decision. Your teachers, your classmates, your animals, a grandma that finally beat cancer, a child who was finally born.

"A hero would sacrifice you to save the world-" I'm gonna stop you right there because that's all I need to hear.

While I do see the appeal in picking the villain, I think I'd rather be loved by someone kind enough to put others first before themselves, and if sacrificing me is the way to do it, I'd have lived and died happy.

Either that or I'm reading too much into a fantasy plot and giving my two cents on a topic no one really cares about.

I created a new herosona that turned into a main character of series or movie

First meeting - Ocarina of Time Link

a/n; firstly! i just want to say thank you for 100+ followers! y’all amazing and i love you all so much! secondly, i present to you another first meeting! little later than planned due to life and TotK overtaking my spare time! enjoy!

pairing; ocarina of time link x gender neutral! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; mention of/implied death

word count; 1,716

headcanon/summary; We start one of our journies into the unknown, what lies ahead? Here we meet the fourth one of our heroes - the one that will go down in legend as the hero of time.

links; TLoZ Masterlist | Masterlist

© springismss - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

The day had started like every other, with you waving goodbye to your parents before running the short yet seemingly long distance to Lon Lon Ranch to spend time with your best friend, Malon. It had been one of your father’s trips to Castle Town for business where you met a red-haired girl humming a soft tune on the path leading to Hyrule Castle. Ever since that day, the two of you had become inseparable, letting the hours run away from you both until it was time for you to depart back to your village.

As the sound of the ranch she lived on drew nearer, your pace picking up slightly as you made quick work of the small hill that lead up into your second home. Passing by a few of the stables you heard the sounds of the cows inside, some of the sounds belonging to new lives that you all thanks the goddesses for. The circle track of the ranch came into view a few seconds later with the horse pen, the few horse they owned happily running around inside.

You could see Malon’s red hair as you approached but the sight of green beside her caught your attention. This was someone new, someone you certainly didn’t know. The childish jealousy struck you but you kept moving forward reaching the two figures as you stopped, hands clasped behind your back. Whatever they were talking about had stopped as Malon looked at you, squealing happily as she jumped on you, hugging tightly as you giggled with her. “Ohhh, (y/n), I have someone you need to meet!”.

Turning her attention behind her back she grabbed the hand of the other child, pulling them towards you. That’s when you could see this was a boy, dressed in green with a small fairy dancing around him. Tilting your head, you leant forward and looked him over as you reached out to poke his cheek. The action took him by surprise as he jumped back slightly, a small giggle slipping past your lips. “(Y/n), this is fairy boy! Fairy boy, this is my best friend (y/n)”.

Tilting your head to the other side, you gave a look of confusion as you looked at the small ball of light now by his head before showing a grin. “Fairy boy? That’s a funny name! I like it!”.

Seven long years had passed since meeting this boy dressed in green, seven years of darkness and despair wherever you looked. The once bustling Castle Town had been destroyed, leaving behind derelict buildings and rubble, once the shops that welcomed people from all over the kingdom. Now no one dared to venture to close, not only due to the horrid sight of the once peaceful Hyrule Castle but the ReDead’s that roamed the town.

All trade had been moved to the once quiet village of Kakariko, the place you grew up in becoming inhabited quickly than you could have ever imagined. While you were proud to be one of the villagers who helped the new inhabitants settle in, part of you wished to go back to simpler times, back to when you were a child with no care in the world, where everything was considered normal.

The day had began like every other, checking in on various villagers to see if they needed anything, offering a hand to those who needed it. Next were the animals that had been moved over, making sure they were fed and watered with the occasional stroke for good measure. There’d been some whispers of a rumour regarding what one of the old ladies has seen the other day on her way back from the ranch. A young man dressed in green taking out one of the few Poes who were scattered around the field.

Something about the mention of a man dressed in green nagged at you for some time but your chose to ignore it, picking up your shawl and basket. You had to run over to the ranch to grab some milk, not that you were thrilled about it but the usual person who went wasn’t well so you volunteered. Of course you were over the moon you got to see Malon but the journey there, that was what you dreaded the most. The stories of the Poes you heard had you feeling uneasy. Really uneasy.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you took in a breath and waved off to some of the villagers, making the journey towards the place that was once responsible for the happier times in life.

One minute you were travelling back in the direction of your village, the next you were running in the opposite direction, trying your hardest to get rid of the group of Poes that were currently perusing you. If only you hadn’t stopped to chat to Malon for more than a minute, you would be nearly home with not a care in the world yet here you were, praying to the goddess that something or someone would interfere before you became one of the lost souls that was doomed to wander the field for eternity.

Skidding to a halt, you looked at the wall in front of you then to the side, a small opening just visible to you. If you could time it right, you would be high and dry until they gave up their chase, even if you had to wait out the night that was due to come. Looking over your shoulder, you saw the group come towards you. Taking off at a sprint, you gripped onto the basket praying you would make it. That was when you made the mistake of taking your eyes off the path ahead of you, looking back at them to see one disappear. Panic rose up in you as you saw the same Poe now appearing in front of you.

Stumbling over your feet slightly, you stopped and began to slowly walk back, breathing heavily as you began to feel the dread build up inside of you. Would it hurt? You heard people say that dying hurt, that you felt it run throughout every inch of your body before darkness took over, the goddesses welcoming you with open arms as you were into the afterlife, that was if you were one of the lucky ones. The rest were sent either somewhere else or doomed to roam their place of death until time ended. You felt so much regret at the the experiences you never had a chance to have. Here you were, all alone and so close to death.

Eyes landed on the lantern the Poe held, following as it was raised up and swung back, spinning around signalling it was close to its attack. Within seconds it began to move forward, spinning its lantern faster. Closing your eyes, you lifted your arms in an attempt to shield yourself. You knew deep down it was a pathetic attempt but you hoped, hoped that it would somehow save you. Bracing yourself, you finally accepted your fate as you waited for the lantern to collide with your head. Except that never came.

Peaking out from your crossed arms, you saw a flash of green before the Poe vanished into thin air, the others following within mere seconds. Blinking in confusion you dropped your arms slightly, taking in what had just happened. One minute you had been close to death, the next you were a confused mess. Looking up, you raised a hand and shielded your eyes, only to see a hand outstretched to you. Hesitating for a moment you reached out and grabbed it, finding yourself pulled to your feet. “You should be more careful you know, especially with those nuisances around here”.

The intrusion of the voice took you by surprise as you looked at your hero. Of course you knew you should be careful, you were more than aware of the fate you nearly endured. Still, it didn't mean whoever it was had to make you feel bad. Opening your mouth, you went to speak before deciding against it. Now was not the time, you had to get back home before everyone began to worry about you. Picking up your basket, you gripped the handle again and turned on your heel, preparing to make your way back towards Kakariko. Not before you looked over your shoulder. “Of course, forgive me for being so careless sir. Next time you’re around, please stop by Kakariko Village, I’d love to repay you for your heroics there”.

With a small smile you waved your hand and began to make your journey, not before he spoke making you stop in your tracks. You couldn’t quite make out what was said but you shrugged your shoulders none the less. A small ball of light flew past you and stopped, making a small tinkling noise as you tilted your head. A fairy? They were a rare kind, hardly ever seen unless it was with their chosen child of Kokiri Forest. It kind of reminded you of that day seven years ago when you went to visit Malon at the ranch, the fairy boy that was there, his fairy liked to make noises as it flew around.

A moment of realisation dawned on you as you turned around, now looking closer at the male in front of you. Dressed in green with a fairy, sounded awfully familiar to the young boy but the children of Kokiri never grew up so who was this? Taking a small step forward you placed a finger on your lip as you questioned silently. “Is that you fairy boy?”.

At the sound of the name, you could see what appeared to be the smallest of smiles tug at his lips. Something that showed you had gotten it correct. Yet you had so many questions, starting with how on earth he was grown up, it went against all logic. Of course, that meant he had a name, a name that you now wanted to know. As if sensing your question, he got on his horse and turned to face you, nudging the side of the steed to signal it was time to move. Not before speaking a few words, words that he knew you wanted to hear.

“Call me Link”.

First meeting - Twilight Link

a/n; it’s certainly been a hot minute but I’m back, this time with a work featuring the hero from a world filled with twilight. First posted to my Ao3 which can be found here

pairing; twilight princess link x female! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appreciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; implied drinking, implied gender discrimination

word count; 1,635

headcanon/summary; We start one of our journies into the unknown, what lies ahead? Here we meet the third one of our heroes - the one who can change from a man to a beast and back.

links; TLoZ Masterlist | Masterlist

© springismss - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

Loud shouts and chatter sounded as you wiped down a table ready for the next people who walked through the door to use. Things in Castle Town seemed to have been busier than usual judging by the number of soldiers and travellers in the bar. You could faintly make out some words but chose to ignore what was being said as you walked towards the front of the bar, wiping your hands on the towel at your hip. "H-Hey we *hic*~"

Rolling your eyes, you saw the soldier who shouted to you slump down onto the table in front of him, out cold, his group beside him poking and making fun of him for being a lightweight. You felt sorry for everyone in the bar in some way, they had fought in so many battles and they had so many upcoming ones that they just needed a bit of normality. Even if their normality was getting drunk and passing out. Scanning in the corner, you saw the slightly bent-over figure of the person you needed. Lifting your hands, you placed them on either side of your mouth, helping your voice carry over the ruckus. "Telma! We've got another one here!".

Upon hearing their name, the figure stood upright and looked over, a smirk tugging at their lips as they placed a hand on their hip. "Is that so, (y/n)? Well then, I better make sure they're on their way".

A wink accompanied their words as you laughed out, whispering "thank you" to the woman as she passed. You hadn't been in Hyrule for long and you had somehow managed to find somewhere in the bustling Castle Town. The view of Hyrule Castle right outside of your window was one that still took your breath away, even if you saw it daily. You tried hard to get a job, something to help you live but every place you tried was either not looking or didn't want a young woman working for them. The first time you heard their words you almost cursed the goddesses for being a woman but decided to smile and walk away, mentally cursing the small-minded people instead. You'd given up hope when you found yourself in the southernmost alley of the town. You just happened to notice the door and it piqued your interest, deciding to try your luck, you walked in and before you knew it you had been hired.

Safe to say you hadn't looked back and you thanked your lucky stars that Telma gave you a chance. After all, you were extremely popular with the young soldiers and travellers, in more ways than one. While it flattered you, you weren't interested. Not because you didn't want their attention, but because you were happy living your life as it was, besides no one had caught your attention. Not yet anyway.

Letting out a yawn, you wiped the bar and placed the few glasses that had been left in the sink, being sure to note to come back to them after you'd done another sweep of the bar to make sure you'd not missed any on the tables. There were only a few stragglers left but you didn't mind staying late than normal, especially when a certain cat kept you company behind the bar. Besides, Telma was expecting someone and asked you to let her know when they had arrived. After picking up a few more glasses, you headed back to your place behind the bar and set the items in your hands at the sink. The ringing of the bell above the bar door made you turn around, offering a bright smile to whoever walked in. "Welcome to Tel~".

Tilting your head in confusion, you looked around and back at the door, shrugging your shoulds when you saw no one new. Deciding it was possibly one of the few who were left inside leaving, you turned around and looked down at the feline at your feet before you began to wash the glasses. "You know, I'm sure I'm losing it slowly, Lousie".

The white cat just looked up at you and meowed, before she stood and stretched, plopping back down and curling herself back up in a ball. Letting out a small laugh, you hummed softly to yourself not paying much attention to the person who had stepped up to the bar, their eyes watching you carefully for a moment, taking in what you were doing and how you interacted with the feline at your side. They could have stayed there all day if they wanted but they had other matters to attend to. "Excuse me miss, can you tell Telma I'm here to see her now".

The sudden intrusion of the words made you jump, your grip on the cloth in your hands tightening as you felt your soul almost leave you. Placing the piece of fabric down, you wiped your hands and turned around, almost ready to give the person a piece of your mind until you met their eyes. Cliché as it sounds but time felt like it had stopped. You'd never seen eyes so blue in your life. Everything seemed to fade away, all there was in your vision was the male who seemed to be staring back at you. It took a moment for your brain to catch up with what he had said, blinking a few times to bring yourself back around. "Huh? Ohh, yeah. L-Let me just grab her for you~".

Walking quickly from behind the bar you walked to a small booth at the side and placed your hands on the table to make yourself known. Of course, Telma was busy with some business but you had your ways of making it known you were there. "Telma, there's someone here to see you".

Peaking from your side, the bar owner looked at the male who stood beside the bar, a bright smile shone on her face when she caught his attention and motioned him over. Looking over your should, you moved to the side when he reached the table and let him slide in as he seated himself down. "Thank you, (y/n). Can you bring us a couple of the special?".

Nodding your head, you smiled softly as walked back towards the area you had come from, feeling eyes on you as you moved.

Doing as you were asked, you brought two glasses over and bowed, excusing yourself to finish cleaning up after the rest of the bargoers left. You hated to admit it but curiosity tried to get the better of you a few times, wondering what business Telma had with this guy. It was nothing to do with you but you wanted to observe him a little more, as selfish as it sounded. You didn't know how long they were talking but soon the sound of Telma beside you at the bar brought you out of your little daydream. "Thank you for staying a little longer, that took a bit more time than I thought.".

Humming you nodded your head and stretched, placing your hands behind your back and untying your apron. It had been a long shift, not that you minded but you were ready to go home and curled up in bed. As if on cue, a yawn left your mouth and you shrunk down slightly in embarrassment, much to the amusement of the older woman. "Go on love, off you go. Take the day off tomorrow, you deserve it and don't worry, you'll still be paid".

Blinking, she must have somehow read your mind but you smiled nonetheless, nodding your head as you gave her a hug, bidding farewell to both her and Louise. Grabbing your cloak, you wrapped it around you and stepped outside the bar's door and carefully shut the door behind you. The cool Hyrulian air hugged what skin was exposed as a sigh of contentment passed your lips. Lifting your hood, you heard the sound of the door opening behind you moving to let the person aside as you slipped your arms under the material that now covered you. That's when a hand on your shoulder made you look and you were face to face with those eyes again. "Oh, it's you. Hope you had a good meeting with Telma, whatever it was about".

Offering a soft smile to the male, you removed your hand from under your cloak and lifted it up, holding it out for him to shake. "I'm (y/n) if you hadn't already guessed earlier and you are?".

The male looked at you and gave a small smirk, taking a hold of your hand and lifting it you his lips, placing a soft kiss on the back of it. You felt like a fire had been lit on your face as you watched him closely. After a lingering few seconds, he placed your hand back at your side and smiled, waving to you as he walked off up the stairs. Looking at your hand, you blocked before looking back at the retreating figure. He hadn't told you his name and you'd be damned if he left without telling you. Rushing forward, you ran up the steps quickly just in time to catch him a few steps in front of you in the alley. "Hey! You didn't tell me your name, bluey".

The male stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder, something about the way he looked at you made you gasp. Was it the nickname you'd given him there due to his eyes or was it something else? You could see the somewhat inner debate before he continued to walk slowly, lifting his hand almost as if he was trying to stop you from following like he sensed you were trying to do just that.

"The name's Link".

First Meeting - BotW Link

a/n; this was originally part of a work called ‘Adventurous’ on Wattpad & Ao3. i wasn’t proud of how i first wrote this, so i’ve since edited it, hopefully it’s better than before. enjoy!

pairing; BotW Link x gender neutral! reader

reblogs/feedback/likes are appriciated & encouraged. DO NOT repost/steal any of my works.

warnings; n/a

word count; 846

links; TLoZ Masterlist | Masterlist

© springismss - don’t repost, copy, translate, steal or modify.

It had been one hundred years since Calamity Ganon had practically destroyed Hyrule. Infecting both the Divine Beasts and Guardians with malice. The Champions falling and the same fate seemed to take the appointed knight Princess Zelda.

Tales of this fallen knight were passed down throughout the generations that had managed to survive and re-grow. Also told were the stories of the princess who remained trapped deep within the walls of Hyrule castle. The young maiden trying her hardest to fend off the evil inside until the day her knight reappeared. The day the four Divine Beasts calmed and the knight drew the darkness sealing sword again - ending the calamity once and for all.

Just off the North-Western most point of the Tabantha region sat a quiet little village. One that managed to somehow survive the wrath of Calamity Ganon, the guardians and the endless hordes of monsters.

The residents of the village offered their aid over the years to those who needed it. Opening their homes to the injured and tired who found themselves there. Slowly building a reputation amongst the other villages and travellers alike. One every inhabitant prided themselves on.

Enough so to catch the attention of a traveller they'd never imagine they'd ever host.

A soft hum passed your lips as you walked around the shop, the basket resting on your hip as you checked the stock you passed, refilling what needed to be replenished. The past few days had been busy with merchants and travellers, and having a moment to finally be able to breathe and take your time felt like a reward sent by the Goddess herself.

Content in your own little world, you didn't even hear the movements behind you until it was too late, the basket at your side dropping with a thud as you knocked into a person. Quickly crouching down, you picked up the items scattered on the floor. “Oh Hylia! I am so sorry~".

Your words cut short as you looked at the figure in front of you. Your eyes had to be deceiving you. There stood a doppelgänger of the legendary knight. You had to be crazy if you thought it was him, he'd fallen while trying to protect the princess. Then again, there was always the stories of him being placed into a deep sleep. One that would wipe all memories but repair his body, his wounds easing over the rumoured 100 years. The Sheikah presented him with a device to help him on his journey again if he was to return. "Are you okay there?".

The sound of a voice brought you out of your trance-like state with a confused blink. The room around you coming back into focus as you looked up again. The words processing in your mind as you caught up with what had been said to you. "Huh? Oh yeah, I’m okay. Nothing I’m not used to doing by now. Thank you for asking~”.

Standing up, you lifted the basket with you and placed it on the counter beside you. Dusting them off on your apron before clasping them in front of you, a warm smile helping to greet your customer. “~is there anything you would you like a hand with?".

For the best part of your day, you walked around your shop with the male, talking him through the various properties of the items you stocked and what went well together to create some of the tastiest food in all of Hyrule. Also what could be combined with certain weapons to add some benefits and make his attacks a little deadly to the guardians that still roamed.

With what he needed in hand, the young male paid in full before bidding farewell with a hand on the door as he pushed it open. This was your last chance, you had to find out if what you were thinking were true. You could be wrong but you wouldn’t know unless you tried. Taking in a breath, you placed a hand on the counter in front of you as you leaned forward slightly hoping your voice would carry loud enough for him to hear. "Thank you so much for your patronage! I hope to see you around again Mr~".

The male stopped in his tracks, hand still holding the door open as he thought for a moment. A smile on his face told you he trusted you enough with what he was about to say. Whether or not you believed him would be a different matter. "Link. Please call me Link".

With that, he’d disappeared from your sight as you mulled over his words. The name seemed awfully familiar to you and as far as you were aware, no other Hylian had the same name. Only a few seconds later, realisation dawned on you. A small gasp passing your lips. “Link? As in the appointed knight? It can’t be, can it?”.

You prayed to the Goddess that you were right but you’d have to wait until he came back to find out, and that was sooner than you believed.

"You must miss MARI a lot. It's been hard for me, too. I still think about her every day."

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Ultimate MK, Stitches & Cereza(Underhero AUs)

Yep, no estoy muerto, y esta recopilación lo confirma.

Más Información Aquí:

-Ultimate MK & Elizabeth -Ultimate Stitches -Ultimate Cereza

Extras:

Antes

Ahora

Otro de mis primeros dibujos, y una versión actual del mismo.

Tienen errores, sobretodo con respecto a las manos, pero me gusta el resultado(me pregunto si algún día tendré una tableta para mejorar y pintar mis dibujos).

Recuerdan los ataques de energía de Stitches que te hacían tener ilusiones/screamers? Me pregunté que pasaría si alguno de nuestros héroes eran afectados por estas ilusiones, que sería capaz de infundirles miedo?

Masky y Eliza fue fácil al ser quienes fueron afectados en primer lugar. Eliza apuñalando nuestro enmascarado, ya que fue hecha para eso en primer lugar. Aunque decidí expandir esto un poco más con lo que sería un enorme miedo para el chico, el convertirse en un monstruo(De hecho, en la ilusión podemos ver los ojos de Puzzleman detrás).

Cereza fue un 50 a 50. No conocemos mucho de su vida personal o su relaciones en su reino, por lo que me decanté por lo fácil: Lastimar a uno de sus amigos, a un inocente. Volverse el monstruo que está combatiendo(Nótese la sonrisa de la máscara y los Ojos de Stitches detrás).

Alexa y Salsero fueron sencillos la verdad, el miedo de perder a su marido y el terror que le genera Stitches, respectivamente.

Nuestro Scarfboy fue un poco más elaborado, dado que él ya no es el héroe que solía ser, debido a la amnesia. Se me ocurrió lo siguiente: El miedo de ver a los mayores héroes caer ante el rey del mal, y con ello, tener la responsabilidad de luchar como el único "héroe" en pie, cosa que sabe no podrá cumplir.

Y eso sería todo. Si tienen sugerencias para más dibujos hágame saber.

Que pasen un buen día!

Extra:

Yeah 😎

Desafortunadamente no encontré ningún miedo para Van Gregory, dado que ya no tiene nada que perder y no le teme a la muerte(después de la muerte). Por lo que creo que en un hipotético combate contra Stitches, él sería el único que no sería afectado por los Screamers.

A este cofre no le gusta que lo miren.

Originalmente decía "Tengo algo en la cara o qué?", pero decidí cambiarlo. Un dibujo random la verdad.

Honestamente ni yo se de donde a salido este tipo.

Había una roca parlante en las ruinas, supongo que esta es su encarnación en este mundo. Idk, no había hecho el Lore cuando dibujé esto.

"Under: Tale about a Hero" (Working on the Title). An AU about Underhero and Undertale

[Prologue]

La historia comienza en Underhero, justo cuando cierto jugador logra derrotar a Puzzleman en la batalla final, salvando así a todo el mundo y ganando el juego.

(Para facilitar la narración diremos que el jugador se llama Anthony.)

Anthony es un chico que le gustan los video-juegos (sobre todo los pixelarts) y tenía la costumbre de guardar el archivo save file de sus juegos, ya sea para tenerlos como "trofeos" o por si algún día quería jugarlos.

Antony copió el archivo de su juego recién ganado y lo guardó con el nombre clave "Under" en su carpeta personal.

Antony es una persona que también había jugado Undertale y era muy fanático de los AUs(Universos Alternos), su última partida había sido una ruta genocida, pero no le había vendido su alma a Chara.

No había jugado Undertale desde hace un tiempo, por lo que quería refrescar la memoria y revivir la experiencia. Además, le dijeron que algo especial pasaba si hacía una ruta pacifista después de la genocida.

Se dispuso a abrir el juego, cuando de pronto notó que estaba un tanto bugeado, ni siquiera apareció Chara para negociar con su alma.

La introducción fue salteada y apareció Frisk en la cama de flores sin ni siquiera elegir el nombre del humano caído, sólo que esta vez no era Frisk, sino Hero, personaje de Underhero.

Al principio Anthony estaba desconcertado y decidió avanzar a ver que otra cosa pasaba, y resulta que Flowey también había cambiado, ya que ahora era Bella y Handy. Se veían exactamente igual que en su juego, de hecho, cuando entraban en combate ni siquiera aparecían con escalas blanco y negro como era costumbre en Undertale. Sin embargo, los sonidos de sus ataques y su voz no habían cambiado en lo absoluto, por lo que el cambio parecía solamente estético.

Sucedió lo que tenía que pasar, Flowey ataca y luego llega a Toriel y salva a Frisk, sólo que esta vez no era Toriel, sino una Aminoguana. Todo era muy raro así que cuando encontró un punto de guardado(el cual es un estatua/tótem de Elizabeth) decidió tocarlo, salvar partida y cerrar el juego.

Investigando a fondo se enteró que en la carpeta de Archivos estaba el archivo de Undertale mas no el de Underhero, ya que resulta que ambos archivos tenían el mismo nombre clave (Under) y al no prestar atención terminó reemplazándolo, o al menos así sería normalmente, ya que al echarle un vistazo notó que era el mismo archivo de Undertale pero con nombres y uno que otro código de Underhero, causando así que Undertale usara los recursos de Underhero en vez de los suyos propios.

Anthony no entendía nada ya que hasta donde sabía los juegos no funcionan así, hasta que recordó el caso de un universo alterno de Undertale que se creo de manera similar, Underworld. Ese universo fue creado a partir de modificaciones en el código del juego, así que quizás aquí sucedía algo similar, sólo que a menor escala.

Anthony decidió entrar de nuevo al juego y notó que el escenario había cambiado con unas texturas similares a las cuevas del Bosque Polilla, y al avanzar un poco notó que la Aminoguana del comienzo(Toriel) ahora era Tim o Timbolt cada vez que hablaba, pero todo lo demás transcurría con normalidad.

Tras consultar los problemas con un amigo y ver que este fallo no representaba ningún problema decidió seguir jugando con normalidad como si todo esto fuera un pack de texturas, ya que el juego a veces se veía raro y a veces muy bonito según los cambios, y a Anthony le daba cierta gracia.

Transcurría la aventura y los cambios eran más evidentes, ya que incluso parte de la música de Undertale era intercambiada por una de Underhero, pero Anthony no tardó en notar que algunos personajes y escenarios dejaban de cambiar de texturas al azar, quedándose así permanentemente. De hecho, algunos monstruos nuevos ni siquiera cambiaban de textura tras encontrarse con ellos por primera vez, tal vez siendo una señal de que el fallo se estaba estabilizando.

Como curiosidad de vez en cuando Anthony volteaba hacia atrás para ver a Flowey siguiéndolo, y cada vez que salía del suelo tenía una textura diferente, pero llegó un punto extrañamente dejó de hacerlo, y la última vez vio a Flowey fue con la textura de Elizabeth. De hecho, trató de oír la "Flor Eco" de Waterfall en donde normalmente hablaba Flowey, pero esta no decía nada, pero Anthony lo ignoró por el momento.

Tras una larga aventura en el subsuelo y muchos momentos graciosos(Como que Metatton Ex cambiaba de personaje con cada paso de baile) finalmente había llegado ante Asgore con la apariencia de Snitches (cuya batalla fue un poco más difícil de lo habitual ya que saltaban Screamers cada vez que recibía un golpe), y tras una dura pelea logró derrotarlo.

Anthony ya esperaba que Asgore diera su monólogo para después perdonarle la vida y que apareciera Flowey para acabar con él, pero sin dejarle decir ni una sola palabra, una espada atravesó el pecho de Asgore/Snitches por la espalda.

Anthony ya sabía quien era, pero no esperaba que Flowey atacara sin ni siquiera dejarle tiempo a Asgore de hablar, y encima la textura de esa espada es una que nunca había visto antes.

Tras el polvo de Snitches su alma es rebanada a la mitad y se revela Elizabeth/Flowey, pero con una apariencia un poco más detallada y en blanco y negro, como todo personaje de Undertale debería ser.

Y entonces, Elizabeth habló:

"Felicidades! Has completado tu aventura, héroe. Acabaste con el rey del mal y salvaste a todo el mundo. Sólo déjame hacerte una pregunta: TE PARECE DIVERTIDO JUGAR CON NUESTRAS VIDAS?"

Tras eso Elizabeth toma las almas humanas y se cierra el juego.

Al abrirlo, el juego comienza con normalidad, de hecho, se había reseteado?

Anthony no quería creer eso, así que decidió investigar.

El icono del juego ahora era un corazón más detallado, de color rojo en los bordes pero con un centro morado por dentro.

Al entrar aparecía Frisk(sin skin ni nada), y al entrar a la sala de Flowey aparece directamente Toriel, parecía como si todo el "pack de texturas" hubiera desaparecido, pero al ver el Checkpoint aparecía la frase "Mi mundo". La pantalla se glitcheó y todo se volvió negro, pero no se cerró el juego, sino en cambio aparece Hero, pero algo cambiado, con unos cuantos rasguños, con su bufanda rota, y lo más destacable, el juego se jugaba igual que en Underhero(izquierda, derecha y salta).

Anthony decide ir hacia la derecha y se encuentra con un tótem, y resulta que guardaba la partida al igual que en Underhero, sólo con caminar al lado de ella. Sin embargo, esta no se enciende al activarse sino poco después, donde parece que abre los ojos y se abren lo que parecen patas de la estructura y el juego a tornarse negro.

El escenario cambia otra vez, ahora Hero se movía igual que en Undertale, de hecho, Hero se veía del mismo tamaño que Frisk y ahora tenía nuevas animaciones al caminar hacia arriba o abajo.

Anthony lleva a Hero hacia arriba donde es rodeado por sorpresa por una serie de cuchillas que salen del suelo.

Entonces ella aparece, Elizabeth.

"Heh, volviste. Claro que harías, personas como tú siempre buscan más, incluso si el mundo ya no tiene nada más que ofrecer." Decía Elizabeth, estaba claro que el mensaje era para el jugador.

"Esta bien, no te juzgo, después de todo, yo también comparto esos deseos. Recuperar esos tiempos donde era feliz con lo que hacía, QUITARLE LA VIDA A ESE SUCIO TRAIDOR, Y RECUPERAR EL MUNDO QUE ERA MÍO."

"Sabes, debo agradecerte por darme este momento. Si no fuera por ti, ni siquiera estaría viva. Pero bueno, aquí termina nuestra pequeña... forma de trabajar laboral, pequeño esbirro(minion). Ahora Ríndete, y sédeme este mundo, O YO MISMA LE ARRANCARÉ EL ALMA A TU HÉROE."

Elizabeth revela las "X" almas que posee (el número no está decidido, ya sabrán por qué después) vistas como una mezcla entre las almas de ambas realidades, salvo una que parece ser únicamente de Underhero, y del techo emerge "Omega Elizabeth"(Se aceptan sugerencias para el nombre), e inicia la batalla.

La batalla puede ser tanto al estilo Undertale como Underhero, o incluso intercalar entre ambos, aunque a diferencia de Frisk, Hero parecía tener un alma violeta, no una roja.

Curiosamente, la pelea es menos caótica que la de Flowey. Los ataques parecen seguir algún tipo de patrón, por lo que Anthony podía llegar a evitarlos. Sin embargo, esta pelea resulta ser más difícil que la del mismísimo Sans o Puzzleman.

Elizabeth se movía de manera muy rápida y agresiva, y a diferencia de Flowey ,podía lanzar diferentes ataques a la vez, incluso cada parte de su cuerpo podía lanzar un tipo de ataque diferente, sin mencionar de que eran sumamente rápidos.

A veces Elizabeth se colgaba del techo(similar a como lo hace Omega Flowey), y a pesar de que Anthony se libraba de tener que evitar sus patas estando en el suelo, eso dejaba vía libre a Elizabeth para atacar por ambos costados de la pantalla con sus manos y lanzarte rayos con sus ojos desde el techo, a parte de que podía lanzar sus patas para atacarte o bloquearte el paso, por lo que había que estar muy atento a cada momento.

Se notaba que Hero no podía contra ella. Después de unos cuantos intentos parecía exhausto, de Hero empezaba a tornarse gris poco a poco tras cada reseteo, lo que Anthony interpretó que está perdiendo su valor, poco a poco, Hero estaba perdiendo su esperanza. Sin embargo, similar al juego original de Undertale, las que tenía a Elizabeth almas apoyan al pequeño héroe dándole una porción de su poder en forma de objetos, aunque Anthony reconoció varios de ellos: un Super Champiñón, un Maxi-Tomate, un Contenedor de corazón, un Medallón con forma de corazón, y una Poción del Reino Chestnut, por decir algunos.

La batalla continúa, y se escucha un remix de "Finale" y "Fighting Until the Very End"(Temas musicales de Undertale y Underhero respetivamente), y tras un duro combate, Elizabeth se desmorona y cae derrotada.

Por supuesto, ella resetea el tiempo y acorrala al jugador, pero las almas la abandonan y les arrebatan su poder.

Elizabeth aparece derrotada frente al jugador.

[❤ Mercy]

"Qué quieres? Alardear tu victoria?"

"Quieres que te felicite?"

"No"

[❤ Mercy]

"Hehehe..."

"El otro hizo lo mismo, verdad?"

"Cometí los mismos errores que esa tonta flor."

"No podía tomar tu alma si no dejabas de regresar."

"Me condené a mi misma al encerrarnos aquí juntos."

[❤ Mercy]

"Qué está haciendo? Mátame de una vez."

"Ya estuve muerta por más de 100 años, morir ahora significará nada para mí."

[❤ Mercy]

"Detente"

[❤ Mercy]

"Detente."

[❤ ... ]

[❤ Mercy]

"DETENTE!"

Tras esto, Elizabeth se abalanza contra el Héroe, quien tras las heridas de su anterior batalla muere, mostrando la pantalla de "Game over".

Afortunadamente, con la derrota de "Omega Elizabeth"(Denle otro nombre please), el Héroe retomó el control de la línea temporal, por lo que puede resetear a conveniencia.

Anthony quedó perplejo, tenía mil preguntas en ese momento, reinicio el juego y aparentemente el Save file del juego estaba corrupto, por lo que tuvo que borrarlo.

Dejó de jugar por algún tiempo, y llevó su computadora a un técnico con tal de que no tuviera algún virus.

Las Almas que lo ayudaron en la batalla, le dieron objetos que él conocía bien, objetos de otros juegos que el tenía instalado en su computadora.

Tras algo de tiempo, y tras tener tiempo libre nuevamente, decidió entrar otra vez en el juego, y esta vez, la intro fue diferente.

Primero aparecían unas advertencias de luces fuertes y un aviso de que le juego es compatible tanto con Gamepad como con Keyboard, características propias de Underhero.

Luego de eso, apareció un fondo muy similar a la apertura de Underhero: Un cielo violeta repleto de estrellas con un campo verde con el tema de Overture de fondo (donde al no haber esta vez nadie caminando el suelo no se mueve). Sin embargo, se puede ver a lo lejos unas sombras de lo que parecen ser tres personas y lo que parecían múltiples escombros de algo flotando en el aire como si fueran nubes.

Anthony decidió apreciar un momento el escenario, sobre todo por la música, ya que la disfrutaba y le traía buenos recuerdos, pero al hacerlo notó que dos de las sombras parpadeaban de tal forma que parecían "glitcheados", corruptos, y que en el cielo podía verse un sombrero de copa roto.

Entonces lo reconoció, era el Sombrero que tenía Puzzleman en su batalla final! Al saber esto Anthony vio los escombros nuevamente y reconoció algunos como partes del cuerpo de ese dado("that dice" en inglés, lo pongo por si falla el traductor).

Intentó interactuar de cualquier forma con el entorno pero no pudo, sólo podía darle empezar una nueva partida.

Y entonces lo vio, una intro que nunca había visto, o al menos no de esta forma. Era la intro de Undertale, pero con varios cambios, ya que parecía mezclado con la intro de Underhero, pero la esencia era la misma.

Anthony notó que esta vez la intro si tenía una continuidad, no eran simplemente imágenes al azar como siempre, eran imágenes nuevas, como si reemplazáramos los personajes de Undertale con los de Underhero.

Al aparecer la escena de la guerra se pudieron apreciar muchos personajes. Por un lado tenemos el Barón van Gregory(cuando estaba vivo) y soldados del reino Chestnut entre el ejército humano, y por el otro lado estaba el ejercito de los monstruos liderados por un Masked Kid empuñando un estoque(espada la cual recuerda a Greykid), un Aminoguana con alas portando un martillo(elementos que recuerdan a los Koppa tropas alados y al Martillo de Paper Mario), y en medio un reno humanoide que Anthony logró distinguir como Rena (antecesora de Snitches como Reina del mal en Underhero) sólo que en la imagen ella parecía más joven.

Anthony no sabía que pensar ahora, sólo dejo que la historia siguiera su curso y ver lo que le aguardaba en esta nueva aventura.

"Hace mucho tiempo, dos razas gobernaban la tierra, Humanos y Monstruos"...

[Hasta aquí el prólogo señores! Espero que lo hayan disfrutado. No se olviden de checar mis dibujos que dentro de poco subiré más(y mejoraré la calidad de los antiguos). Necesitaré ayuda para saber que personaje puede encajar en el lugar de otro. Si tienen alguna idea que aportar para este universo háganmelo saber, ya sean personajes nuevos o incluso eventos, ya que les aviso, esta aventura no será igual a Undertale. Gracias por leer, Qué pasen un buen día!]

Extra [• •] :

"https://dominic1276.tumblr.com/post/667574458990608384/the-puzzleman-show-edition-two-worlds-1"

Qué tal gente?

Aquí con mi segunda publicación de "Under: A Tale about a Hero"(Working in the Title).

En esta ocasión expandiré un poco más el concepto que tengo con Elizabeth en el papel de Flowey.

Aquí podemos apreciar su segundo diseño, el cual es una versión algo más detallada de la original con algunos toques de plantas propios de Flowey (aunque las enredaderas de el mango de la espada son opcionales a mi parecer).

Como mencioné ella es capaz de crear espada de energía, aunque creo que se me me pasó la mano en la primera imagen(dibujé muchas) y creo debí dibujar más en la segunda imagen.

Tras una serie de eventos ella se presenta siendo el primer "monstruo" que, no sólo esta completo, sino también en reconocer la presencia del Jugador, y desea conseguir un poder superior a las 7 almas humanas de Undertale para conquistar el mundo otra vez, sólo que esta vez, no habrá traidor ni Puzzleman que se interpongan(más información pronto).

Y aquí tenemos su diseño actual!

Me encanta este dibujo la verdad.

Su forma "Omega" es la más interesante a mi parecer, ya que pasé por varias ideas pero siempre manteniendo el concepto de una araña.

Su cara se abre para revelar su núcleo de donde las luces de sus ojos y nariz se dividen en siete con tal de siempre estar observándonos. Cuando se juntan sus ojos en uno dispara un poderoso rayo similar al de Omega Flowey.

Cada "pata" de su cuerpo es sumamente afilada y poseen un núcleo propio, con el que se mantienen conectados a la cabeza principal, así Elizabeth puede caminar o colgarse del techo sin estar necesariamente unida a su "cuerpo".

Sus manos sin embargo, no están unidas a su cuerpo, siendo sus principales armas, ya que resultan ser réplicas de si misma en forma de mano, con las que puede alternar entre Espada, Martillo y Sligshot(Este último pudiendo cambiar su munición entre bolas de picos o esferas masivas de energía).

Los círculos que se pueden observar son encantamientos de donde invoca la mayor parte de su "cuerpo", siendo una referencia a los encantamientos que utiliza Magolor, antagonista final de "Kirby's Return to Dream Land".

De hecho, tengo planeado que sus ataques de espada, Martillo y las esferas de energías de su Sligshot se parezcan a las "super habilidades" de su fase final.

La razón por las que los ataques y encantamientos se muestran incompletos es por dos razones: Eliza no está usando todo su poder, y la calidad del dibujo(necesito practicar y dibujar cuando haya luz).

En esta imagen podemos ver una secuencia de transición, mostrando como el Checkpoint se va transformando y como su cara se convierte en la de "Omega Elizabeth"(acepto sugerencias para un mejor nombre).

La siguiente publicación será sobre el Lore, estad atentos!

Que pasen un buen día!

Extra:

Does anyone know why the villain waits for the hero to transform or to power up instead of attacking them when they are weak or still transforming is it like a rule or something

I just watched "Nimona" and it was THE BEST FILM I EVER WATCHED IN MY LIFE! Please, don't judge me. I was really enjoying the movie and I couldn't stop laughing several times. You can find it on Netflix at the moment. So, if you decide to watch it, the only thing I can say is - ENJOY!

I. LOVE. IT. That's all.

I’ve been reading a lot of Hero x Villian writing prompts and my brain demanded I do this. (Click for better quality)

Wanted to draw other OMORI AUs and it spiraled into this.

Oh boy time for the tags:

Sunny and Mari from Guardian Angel AU - by... me!

OMARI Mari by @mikkokomori

BUNNY (AUBMORI) by @posebean

Anti from HIKIHERO by @enbiart

HIKI from HIKI AU at https://twitter.com/HIKICOMIC

Hermano from @hermano-omoriau run by @s0ckh3adstudios and @chipistrate

Mari from @ask-the-rpg-3 by @s0ckh3adstudios

Mari from “Mari Suzuki’s Overly Busy Afterlife” by @shardofhope-fanfic (kinda just looks like regular Mari but she’s a fave of mine)

That’s it.

A New Dream. Part 1

This is part of the OMORI Guardian Angel AU. Please check the other parts through the tag!

Bonus:

Your GIRLFRIEND has evolved!

This is part of the OMORI Guardian Angel AU. Please check the other parts through the tag!

Your GIRLFRIEND has evolved!

This is part of the OMORI Guardian Angel AU. Please check the other parts through the tag!

Part 1.

...And that's Arc 1 of Guardian Angel AU!

Thanks for everyone who enjoyed this comic till this point (and for being patient with this last part.) This series is barely over, and I hope I can continue to put out funny omori comic.

And if you're just seeing this now, please check the Guardian Angel AU tag to catch up!

(Final duet lyrics come from the 0R30 cover!)

Just the OMORI gang chibis. Nothing special. Just as you remembered them. Yup!

Happy April Fools!

Non-Joke P.S.

The conclusion to Arc 1 of OMORI Guardian Angel AU is taking longer than most but is coming. Stay tuned!