Lmao Link: **exists On A Bridge**

Okay. Another ROTG thought that just attacked me.

Pitch and Sandy are opposites.

Sandy brings dreams, Pitch brings nightmares. Sandy is gold (bright), Pitch is grey/black (dark). Sandy has dark eyes, Pitch has light eyes. Sandy is good, Pitch is bad.

Sandy is narcoleptic, Pitch is a raging insomniac.

At least, that’s what I think.

Besides, in order to spread bad dreams, AND fear, it would be resonable to assume the job takes up all the time you have for sleep.

so the lu discord server has weekly prompts, and the one for last week was "run", so I came up with this.

Doodled in like, an hour.

This made me overcome my "it needs to be perfect if I'm drawing on my computer or I will die" mentality, which was great, so expect a lot more hyper-fixation doodles in the future (hopefully)

I had a dream last night about a little pale demon-looking boy who had a faint glow about him that made him sparkle in sunlight and made him easy to see at night. He helped out on my mom's permaculture farm by taking care of the ducks (irl there are only 6 at the moment, but in the dream there were 20 or 25), taking them down to the river and back up to do their job acting as a environmentally-safe pesticide for the crops.

He was so assiduous about his job that at one point- when a big truck was driving through and didn't seem to notice/care about the ducks in the road and was gonna run them all over -the kid rammed a car like a fucking goat to protect them, and gently explained (through writing because he was mute), to "please watch out for the ducks and sorry about your car I'll fix the dent in it."

People put a "ducks crossing" signs along the side of the road to mark where on the road between the river and driveway to the permaculture farm he would travel almost daily with the ducks. To prevent future accidents.

He was the cutest little duck shepherd he even had a little spiraly crooked staff that he used to give the ducks a boost if they needed one while walking up the hill and would use to to heard them in the right direction. He even had a whistle that would call them over to him and a whistle that he used to say "danger, don't walk further!" and he didn't even work for money, just head pats and homemade bread. He lived in the little play-shack we have on the hill and helped mom with farm-chores but was scared of the dogs because they were big and he was worried they would thing his tail was a play-thing and bite it.

... I'm gonna draw him. I need more people to see this cute little pale moonlit baby that took on a car just fine but is scared to take on a dog.

The five types of protagonist as I see them:

hero; the morally sound, loyal, good hearted characters who are normally cinnamon rolls or sunshine children. Normally depicted in media as the goodest of good golden retriever wonderful human being, or sass machine that survives off of spite but is genuinely kind anyways even if they have a rough exterior. Yes, there is an in between.

anti-hero: A person with good intentions/goals/ideals who goes about defending justice in a way that is not socially acceptable. AKA the person who goes "murder is okay with probable cause" or responds to someone kicking puppies by chopping off the leg the person used to kick those puppies. There is a vast set of characterizations for these guys.

Villain: The bastard. Their self awareness is either akin to that of a sponge, or they are extremely self aware and don't really give a shit. They have bad morals, horrid ideals, and achieve their goals commonly through murder. The "I'm doing this for the betterment of humanity!" (they're ending the world because they had a bad childhood) or "I know exactly what I'm doing is wrong and by God I am going to do it in the most fashionably melodramatic way possible."

Anti-villain: Bad ideals, bad morals, hurts/gaslights people often, but does it in a way that actually paints them in a heroic light. These are the people whom you either don't know they're evil until it's too late, or whom can convince you of absolutely anything even if you know the opposite to be true.

Lester/Apollo from toa: I think you know what I'm talking about if you've read the books, this man is in a category of his own.

sweet!

wound up turning it off because she got bored. It was fun while it lasted lmao

my little sister is playing wind waker and I might just live-blog her considering I have to read what everything is saying for her anyways.

fours words pico park au

CRAU chapter 6: intruder

enjoy :)

Shadow was used to staying up at miscellaneous parts of the day and night, even before becoming a cat. He vaguely remembered that cats have more sporadic sleeping habits, and are equally nocturnal and diurnal… was that the word? So all of this wasn’t really knew to him.

Anyways. He was used to staying up. Tonight was no exception.

He padded through the house, looking for something to do. He didn’t really wanna wake anyone, so most of his cat toys were out of the question. 

He had spent most of the night up to this point just laying with one of the four Links in their beds, and then climbing up to a high shelf and watching them sleep. Keeping an eye out for possible threats. 

But that got boring after nothing happened for too long. Besides that, nothing really ever happened. These guys were heroes, they had to have enemies. You mean to tell him that none of their possible enemies think of just offing one or more of them in the middle of the night? Really?

Sure it’d be hard because Vio goes to bed late and Blue wakes up early, so there wouldn’t be much time to. But still!

He found himself bored and bouncing around the halls trying to practice using what of his magic he had left while in cat form.

It wasn’t much, and- like every other time he had attempted in the nights before -the most he could do was cause the shadows around him to writhe a little.

Nowhere near enough magic power to become a hylian again.

But would he even want to at this point? Being a cat rocked, and was way easier than being hylian. Less expectations, less hate. It was nice.

He missed being able to pick things up, and missed being able to make fun of the four Links relentlessly, among other things that he can never really get used to not having anymore. But all around being a cat was nice.

He was still thinking hard on the pros and cons of just, never becoming hylian shaped again, when he heard a sound somewhere downstairs.

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Of course I went to investigate.

I quietly made my way down the stairs. Pausing right at the bottom and looking around.

There was someone making their way through the house. A mask over their face making it hard to tell what they looked like, and a bag over their shoulder.

I watched them grab anything that looked valuable. Movements quick, precise, and quiet. 

They set the full bag by the window they had crawled in from, and grabbed out a knife while looking towards the stairs.

Oh ho ho. Not fucking happening.

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Red woke up to the sound of a crash. Hissing and yelling filling the night air as he bolted upright in bed.

What’s happening???? He ran from his room, heart beating frantically.

Blue bolted past him and leapt down the stairs, hammer in hand already. Green hot on his heals. Vio looked like he was still trying to wake up as he stumbled out of his room with his bow in hand.

Red followed his brothers down the stairs. More carefully than the other two had been considering it was awfully dark in the until house and the stairwell was drenched in blackness, and he didn’t want to run into his brothers and trip them up.

The sound of another crash echoed through the house. Sounds of feline vs hylian violence suddenly and quickly stopping all together. Nothing but the low growl of a cat remained.

Clearly someone had someone broken in! Had Shadow tried to fight them? Was the intruder hurting their cat!?

Red was stopped dead in his tracks as he ran into something just beyond the bottom of the stairs. A light following him down as Vio- seeming to have grabbed a lantern from his room -made his way down behind him.

Green had stopped dead in his tracks, looking over at something beyond the counter. Blue having already rounded it, and looking at the same thing with wide and confused eyes, an expression of rage still hidden underneath.

Red peered over Green’s shoulder, trying to figure out what was happening.

Shadow Sandwich Thief Floof Wizard Destroyer of Egos sat licking his paw on top of a heap of bloodied hylian. A man with a mask over his face who had been knocked out (by the crash?) and was now crumpled on the floor in what looked like a very uncomfortable position.

“Shadow!” Red sprung forward past Green, ignoring Blue’s hand to stop him. He lifted the cat into his arms and checked him for injuries.

Shadow shifted to get comfortable in his grip, a look of surprise melting into a very smug one. He didn’t appear to be bleeding, and didn’t act like he had been bruised at all as Red felt along his body.

“Oh thank goodness, you’re okay!” He gave the cat a light hug, relief flooding his veins. 

At least until realization struck, and he pulled the cat away from him a little.

“How are you okay????” He asked, as though the cat could answer.

Shadow looked up at him, wide eyed, and then looked around as if searching for an answer. 

“Red.” Blue was crouched beside him, hand on his shoulder.

“Yeah?”

“I think our cat is Shadow.” Blue stated, a seriousness in his face that had Red believing him instantly. Even if he didn’t entirely get what he meant.

“Well yeah, that’s his name-.” Green tried, warily. 

“No. I mean. Our cat is Shadow Link.” Blue corrected.

There was a pause, and then came three voices at once (and a meow):

“WHAT?!?”

I wish to do battle, you know, with haikus, challenge if you dare.

rise of the guardians thoughts

Because we needed more of those from me right lol

Anyway-

The timing of Jack being selected to be a Guardian is really interesting.

Because in movie canon, the other Guardians came together during the dark ages, right? And they needed to protect things that were being lost to children of that era due to fear and despair: wonder, hope, dreams, important memories.

But Jack. Jack becomes a Guardian in the modern era.

The implication is that modern kids are losing their grip on fun. There's fear and despair inflicted on the young generations of today, by school, mental illness, and the constant barrage of information and guilt on the Internet putting the weight to save the world on them while they're still powerless to do anything about it. Even when people try to aim that guilt exclusively at adults (which a lot of media doesn't!), kids tend to try to feel in control of bad things happening around them by assuming they're their own fault. If they can blame themselves for divorce and abuse, why not world disasters?

And when hope isn't enough anymore, when good memories are formed less and less, when the wonder and magic are stripped from a child's world, where do they have left to escape fear and despair?

Fun.

And I think that's why Jack was chosen when he was.

And it could be so easy to make that connection and let your hope for the world slip, but that's not the point of Rise of the Guardians.

The point is that actually, taking fear and despair too seriously, even when you're the one/ones fighting it- letting it consume your thoughts and time... doesn't do anyone any good.

Sometimes you need to fight it by being lighthearted in spite of the world.

I think that's why it's remained such a comfort movie for the generation it was made in. We see ourselves in these more or less helpless kids, struggling against a constant storm of fear and darkness, and this movie finds a way to pull that innocence and lightheartedness out of us again. It's comforting to feel like there's defenses and barriers against despair that will never truly go away, even just for a moment.