Reach Revenge And Alcohol

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I was able to get the Nimona graphic novel from the library and read it the other day! And it was INCREDIBLE. And I also have Thoughts. (More like delayed live-reactions.)

Under a cut because there are lots of photos!

The Agency sent me

Right off the bat, this reminded me of Starkid haha. That's when I knew this was gonna be good.

Can toss

I love when this happens. It's so satisfying, even when you're watching another person make the throw.

D o e s i t K I L L P E O P L E

Nimona's got her PRIORITIES straight!

Wait and see

Us: Are we there yet?

Neil: Wait and see and/or We'll get there when we get there

Evil mad scientist

Mad scientist = crazy crazy sexy. No wonder Ambrosius fell head over heels. Mad scientists my beloved 🥰🥰

Sir Goldenloin's codpiece

I don't even know what to say about this lmao. I almost cackled out loud in a cemetery, that's how funny this was xD (Don't question why I was in a cemetery--I was reading with my late grandma.)

Also please tell me Nimona was the reporter because that would be hilarious. I know it's heavily implied, but I am having trouble figuring out if it's actually her lol.

Science nerd 2.0: Anatomy nerd

I became so obsessed with anatomy after taking a dual credit course my junior year of high school. My teacher was fabulous and made the class so fun.

Anyway yeah, I am 100% Ballister here hahaha.

Robbing a bank

I adore this little chaos gremlin, her chaos reminds me so much of my own xD

World Domination

This was such a fun scene to watch, I'm so glad it was just as fun in the novel! I love this scene.

Fuck the Director

Does what it says on the tin. Fuck the Director.

And poor Ambrosius' lil blush 🥺🥺 Someone get him out of there.

Homoerotic swordfight

HOMOEROTIC SWORDFIGHT

Communication

Finally they're COMMUNICATING. Thank fuck, I was about ready to slap them both haha. Communication is severely underrated.

If I don't make it

The-- the classic-- The "I love you" before a big battle-- Because you know one or both of you might not make it-- ARRRGGHHH I ADORE THESE TWO. WHO GAVE ND STEVENSON THE RIGHT.

Baby shark (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)

She's not a girl, she's a SHARK *chomp chomp*. The shark drawing made me so fucking happy.

EARRING

Men in earrings. MEN IN EARRINGS. Need I say more?

Someone please give me more art of Ambrosius in earrings, please and thank you.

Awww this was so sweet. I love this shot of the two of them.

This was such a good fucking book. Go read it if you have the ability to!

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Muddlebud

Since everyone voted for Muddelbud, here it is! Just an idea I wanted to play with. The effects of the Muddlebud is brutal!

Warnings for drugging, implied…. I don’t want to say torture but not good stuff…. And some racism. Rip Rusl he turns out fine.

After a long day of traveling the harsh terrain, the men searching for heroes of Hyrule were relieved to find a town on the way to their destination. It had an inn attached to a tavern, and Leon suggested that they stayed there for rest. None of the others argued—they were absolutely exhausted.

The men gathered around a table large enough to hold seven, and they excitedly ordered food, having eaten nothing but berries and nuts for days. Though much to some of their dismay (mostly Linebeck’s), Leon encouraged them to avoid alcohol.

“We have a long day of traveling tomorrow. Trust me, you don’t want to be hung over,” he said when the sailor complained.

“Oh come on, I won’t drink that much,” Linebeck argued. “I just need a little bit to recover from today!”

“That’s a horrible way to recover,” Leon said flatly. “But I suppose I can’t stop you. Though I promise I will make your life a living hell if you’re hungover tomorrow.”

Linebeck glared at him and stopped pressing the issue. The barmaid came by with water for everyone, and Leon began to talk about what they were going to do next. Despite being a pain to deal with, he was a natural born leader and took charge when no one else would. The men had to give him some respect (though it didn’t stop Benji from teasing him relentlessly). Though the chatter around the table melted into mundane conversations, and it was overall relaxing from the long trek they had to go through before. Throughout the night, however, one of the men began acting strange. They had all eaten their food, drank their waters, and they were simply sitting around the table chatting. But Ammon picked up on Rusl acting fidgety and anxious out of nowhere.

“Rusl, are you ok?” He asked as the man rubbed his eyes aggressively for the hundredth time. He shrugged and let out a breath, sweat dripping down his face.

“I-I don’t know… Something ain’t right,” he said softly, occasionally glancing over his shoulder.

Ammon looked at Leon who was frowning. Even though the men have been pursued by the puppeteer, he didn’t feel like they were in any immediate danger. But Rusl’s anxiety was starting to rub off on him, and the others picked up on it as well.

“Maybe it’s just one of those days?” Benji suggested when Rusl got out of his chair to pace around. Leon got up as well and began to move to the barmaid.

“I’m going to get us a room so we can rest up,” he said before he left, and the group watched Rusl as he picked at his nails. Leon returned and led the men to a room, which was surprisingly small for a bigger group like theirs; it only had one bedroom, and a small common area with nothing except a tub of water.

“Are you kidding me?” Leon yelled, marching to the room with the bed. “I said there were six of us! How will we sleep with only one bed?”

“Uh, together, duh,” Benji teased, and Leon shot a glare at him.

“You better shut your mouth before I do it for you,” he threatened, but Benji only laughed mockingly at him. The two were interrupted by a yelp from Rusl, and the group spun around to see him pressed up against the wall, away from Ammon who looked confused.

“Is everything ok?” Leon asked, walking up to the two, Rusl swallowed and ran a hand through his hair, taking off his headband.

“Y-yeah. Sorry, I was just startled.”

Ammon glanced up at Leon. “I don’t think this is nerves. I think he was drugged.” Rusl would get anxious from time to time, but this was too abnormal for him. Having been drugged before, Ammon could tell that it was some outside force.

“With what?”

“I don’t know.”

Leon looked at Rusl concerned and frowned. “Alright, I’ll find out if they did, and with what. I pray it wasn’t something lethal. Rusl, stay in that room and try to get some rest. We’ll take care of you.”

Rusl nodded and wobbled into the other room with Talon following close by, shutting the door. Leon looked at the others and nodded.

“If something happens, don’t wait for me. Get help.”

“Yes sir,” Linebeck said, and the first knight left, leaving the group of men alone in the small room.

~~~~~~~~~~

Ammon was fidgeting with his prosthetic as the time passed. They had Talon watch over Rusl in case anything happened, and fortunately nothing happened yet. But Leon wasn’t back either. Ammon almost wished he went with Leon to find out who drugged Rusl; if he was attacked because of it, no one would know. The others were anxious as well, with Linebeck occasionally pacing the room. The door to the bedroom opened, and the men shot to their feet, startling Talon.

“Is Rusl ok?” Ammon asked, and Talon nodded.

“He’s tryna sleep right now, I’m just grabbin’ him some water. He’s sweatin’ pretty bad,” he explained, walking to the tub of water with a bowl in his hand. The others simply watched as he did this, staying silent when he returned to the room. Linebeck groaned and got up again, pacing the room.

“Where is Leon?”

“Maybe he got kidnapped again,” Benji muttered, picking at his guitar strings, and Linebeck gave him a look.

“Don’t say that.”

“Why?”

“Because that would mean that we would have to go looking for him! Again. And we’re too busy looking after Rusl!”

“Why don’t you go look for Leon then?” Benji asked, looking rather annoyed. Linebeck huffed and looked away, his arms crossed.

“It’s dark out.”

“Ha! Coward.”

Linebeck frowned. “Ok, fine! I’ll go out and look for him! But you’re coming with me!”

“Heck no I’m not looking for Leon!” Benji fired back, and Linebeck rose an eyebrow.

“Coward.”

“I’m not a coward,” Benji defended, pulling out his guitar. “I’m just lazy. There’s a difference.”

Ammon rolled his eyes and Kass sighed.

“I’ll go looking for him with you, Linebeck,” Kass suggested, and Linebeck opened his mouth to say something, but there was a loud yell followed by a crash from within the bedroom. Ammon shot up and threw the door open, gasping at the sight of Talon on the floor with Rusl on the bed, his hands up defensively.

“Get away from me!” He shouted, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at Talon.

“Rusl!” Ammon ran up to him, jumping in front of Talon. “Rusl calm down! It’s us!”

Rusl’s eyes landed on him, but there was no sign of familiarity. Just fear and hostility. Ammon’s eyes widened as he jumped off the bed and charged at him, barely giving him time to react. Ammon rolled out of the way, but Rusl grabbed onto his leg, pulling him closer to him.

“W-wait, Rusl, it’s me! It’s Ammon!” He pleaded, but he was already on top of him, his hand on his throat. Ammon struggled underneath him; despite only being a human, he was strong, and Ammon found himself unable to throw him off. Black spots started to appear in his vision, but Talon appeared, grabbing Rusl and tearing him off of Ammon. He let in a gasp and started coughing, rubbing his sore throat. He looked up to see Talon with his arms wrapped around Rusl, holding him in place as he struggled against him. Talon’s eye was swollen shut, but he had a determined look as he helped Rusl against him.

“Rusl, it’s us,” Talon started, his voice strained yet gentle. “Calm down!”

“LET GO OF ME!” Rusl yelled, continuing to struggle, but he wasn’t able to move in Talon’s grip, and the farmer was avoiding his thrashing head. He went limp for a moment, panting as if he were about to cry.

“Rusl? We’re not gonna hurt you,” Talon tried again, but he started thrashing again. Ammon walked up to him, his brows pinched together as he watched Rusl. Whatever he was drugged with, he couldn’t tell apart friend from foe. He probably thought he was being held captive or something.

Someone walked up behind Ammon, and he flinched away, only relaxing when he realized it was Leon, who had an intense look in his eyes.

“Leon!” He rasped, rubbing his throat. “What did you find out?”

Leon gave him an angry look, then he looked back down at Rusl. “The barmaid drugged him with something called a muddlebud. It won’t kill him, but he’ll be thinking he’s in danger for a few hours. Considering he’s a human, it might be longer.”

“Why would anyone do such a thing?” Talon asked, his grip remaining tight around Rusl.

“Because he’s a human!” Leon spat. “They wanted to prove that humans are wild and dangerous so they drugged him with it!”

Ammon looked down, anger boiling within him as well. He didn’t know why this Hyrule hated humans, but it was getting harder and harder to see Rusl being treated in such a way. Rusl was a good man—kind, selfless, and strong. He’s taken all the scorn and hatred with grace despite it clearly affecting him, and it was hard to watch. But this was too much.

“What do we do to help him?” Ammon asked, and Leon shrugged.

“All we can do is to let it go through his system. At least that’s what the barmaid told me.”

“Was she lying?”

“She knows better than to lie to me,” Leon growled.

“How did you find all this out?” Talon asked.

“...Persuasion,” Leon answered darkly.

“Well, Talon can’t hold him forever,” Ammon mentioned, and Leon sighed.

“Can we keep him locked in this room until this passes through?” Talon suggested, but Leon shook his head.

“He’ll probably try to escape through the window,” he said, and the group grew silent.

“I have rope,” he heard Linebeck say from behind them. “We can just… tie him up or something.”

“What? We can’t do that!” Talon protested, but Leon gave him a sad look.

“There’s nothing we can do. We can’t leave him in here or else he’ll hurt himself or escape. You can't hold him forever, and we certainly aren’t strong enough to hold him down. We’ll… we’ll have to tie him to the chair.”

Talon looked sad but he nodded. It hurt Ammon as well, tying his friend to a chair, but there was no other option. Rusl had grown exhausted and was limp in Talon’s hold, but he squirmed as he was set on the chair, starting to panic as rope was tied around him.

“No… please…” he begged, occasionally thrashing against the ropes. “Please let me go… please!”

“I’m so sorry, Rusl,” Talon muttered, finally stepping away from him as he was tied down. “I’m so sorry.”

Leon rested his hand on Talon’s shoulder. “He’ll be ok. We just need to let it go through his system.”

Talon nodded glumly and sighed as Rusl started crying, exhaustion starting to get a hold of him.

“I’ll keep an eye on him,” Leon said, “the rest of you should get some rest.”

“I’m fine—“ Talon started, but Leon shook his head.

“No you’re not fine. I’m not sure if you know this, but your eye is swollen shut.”

“Oh please. It’s not a big deal. I’ve been kicked by horses several times! It’s nothin’.”

Leon shook his head again. “No. You and Ammon get some rest, I’ll stay here.” Talon was reluctant, but Leon nudged him towards the door. “He’ll be fine. I promise.”

The farmer sighed and finally left the room. Ammon followed before looking back at the sobbing Rusl, his heart twisting at the sight of his strong friend like that.

“Uli…. Uli please…” he sobbed, and Ammon finally left, shutting the door behind him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ammon didn’t sleep that night. The group occasionally heard Rusl screaming before he melted into bumbling sobs. It happened for hours, as if on a schedule, and everyone was exhausted from the lack of sleep. Finally, the screams stopped, and it was silent for a long while. The others fell asleep during the silence, but Ammon remained awake, staring intently at the door. He glanced at the clock in the room and noted that it was 5 in the morning, and he sighed. It had been seven hours since they went into the room, and he didn’t know if Rusl was finally normal or not. Talon woke up and he looked around, his one good eye landing on Ammon’s.

“Is Rusl…?”

“I don’t know.”

Talon sighed and stared at the door as well. “I’m worried about him.”

“Me too.”

Talon hummed, a contemplative look in his eye. “Muddlebud… That’s what the barmaid drugged him with… have you ever heard of a muddlebud?”

Ammon frowned. He’s never heard of such a thing, but clearly it was dangerous to anyone who came into contact with it. It could turn any gentle and kind man violent and fearful.

“You think the maid worked alone?” Talon continued to ask, and Ammon shrugged.

“I doubt it. But she was definitely the one who did it,” Ammon looked around, his eyes landing on the window. It was dark out, and nothing could be seen, but he couldn’t help but feel unsafe in the town. Leon cryptically said that he used “persuasion” to get the information, but what type of information? What did he do? And why was he gone for so long? Leon was always a goody-two-shoes who followed the rules. Ammon wondered how far he was willing to go for their protection.

It was both a comforting and unsettling thought.

The door suddenly opened, and Ammon jumped to his feet. Leon walked out, staring at Ammon and Talon, and Rusl came up behind him.

“Rusl!” Ammon exclaimed. His friend looked terrible. His eyes were blood-shot with heavy bags underneath them. His hair was sweaty and matted as it stuck to his forehead, and his arms had red lines circling around them, which made Ammon wince. But his eyes held familiarity in them, and Ammon knew he was back to normal. “Are you alri—“

Rusl buried him in a hug before he was able to say anything. He was shaking as he hugged Ammon, clearly crying.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” he said over and over again, and Ammon patted his back.

“It’s alright, you weren’t yourself.”

Rusl pulled back, looking more of a mess now that his face was soaked. He started fidgeting with his hands, looking like he was about to start pacing again.

“I… still don’t feel like myself,” he mumbled, and Leon rested a hand on his shoulder.

“That’s alright, they told me it would take a few hours for the muddlebud to leave your system. It may be longer since you’re a human. You’re probably feeling the after-effects of it.”

Rusl let out a breath and nodded, looking utterly defeated. Ammon went to say something but Rusl glanced up at Talon, his eyes widening at the sight of his swollen face.

“Oh—”

“It’s ok!” Talon quickly said before Rusl could get a word out. “It’s ok! I’m ok!”

“No… no no no…” Rusl started to stagger backwards as Talon stepped closer, his hand covering his eyes.

“I’m ok, Rus’, I’ve been through much worse,” Talon tried to reassure, but Rusl was a sobbing mess again.

“I—I can’t… Spirits I—I hurt you—” He cried, his back up against the wall. Talon got close to him and quickly pulled him into a hug, rubbing his back until he relaxed again.

“I’m ok, I ain’t fragile,” he said more sternly, and Rusl sniffed.

“I-I can’t stop hurtin’ the people I care about,” he whimpered. Leon and Ammon glanced at each other, but didn’t comment.

“It’s ok, like Ammon said, you weren’t yourself,” Leon pressed, his voice soft and gentle.

Movement picked up in Ammon’s peripherals, and he saw the others watching them.

“Rusl’s back to normal,” Linebeck announced, and Kass shot to his feet.

“Oh thank Hylia! I was so worried about you!” He proclaimed, wrapping his wings around Rusl and Talon.

“Yeah, remind me not to get on your bad side,” Linebeck chuckled as he walked up to the group, and Leon hit his ribs with his elbow.

“Not now!” He hissed, and Linebeck gave him a glare. Ammon rolled his eyes and smirked at the two, walking up to Rusl.

“I’m happy you’re back to normal, Rusl. But you should get proper rest now.”

Rusl pulled away and rubbed his wet eyes. “Y-yeah… ok… I’m sorry I can’t stop cryin’ right now.”

“It’s alright,” Leon said with a soft chuckle. “You can’t help it. Get some rest, ok? We won’t be traveling anywhere tomorrow.”

There were sighs of relief from everyone, and Rusl finally smiled genuinely. “Thanks Leon.”

The first knight nodded and led Rusl back into the room. He looked back nervously and Talon walked up to him.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep ya company.”

Rusl looked relieved and Leon volunteered himself as well. The three entered the room, leaving the rest out in the common area, where it grew uncomfortably silent. Ammon, Kass, and Linebeck all glanced at each other, and before either of them were able to say anything, a loud snore came from Benji, who was still asleep on the couch with his guitar hugged to his chest. Linebeck turned away from the man and rolled his eyes while Kass chuckled.

“That man…”

Ammon snorted and sat down on the floor, leaning against the wall. “We should follow his lead and get some rest, I’m pretty tired myself.”

Kass and Linebeck nodded, both sitting on the ground, and Ammon finally allowed his eyes to fall shut after the intense night.

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He could hear the crowd’s roaring swell as he stepped out of the shadows and next to the guard. He shoved down the emotion as he saw the kid in custody. A literal kid. He couldn’t have been any older than fifteen. 

Artemis began some sort of speech. He couldn’t hear it. Not over the pounding in his ears as he looked at the kid.

“Begin,” Artemis ordered lazily. His heart stopped. 

No.

“NO!” He shouted, and surged forward, catching the whip. It stung his hand, wrapping around and around his gauntlets.

But it didn’t hit the kid. 

The crowd went deathly still. He could hear his own breathing against every other little sound. The rustle of clothes in the wind. Wood creaking. Artemis standing.

Oh.

She was furious. Her face was nearly wine red with fury.

“You dare betray your Queen?” She shouted.

“This is wrong and you know it, Zelda!” He shouted back, unsure where this new courage came from. The kid trembled behind him.

Artemis’s face went such a deep shade of red that Warriors hadn’t even known it was humanly possible. 

“Fine then,” She forced out, trembling with rage, “If you want to act the traitor’s part, you can take the Traitor’s punishment. Guards! Strip him!”

“ Get back to your family, kid,” he whispered, knowing what was coming. The kid scrambled up and off into the crowd as the guards descended on him. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hyrule slammed into Time’s arms, trembling.

“It’s alright, son, I’ve got you,” Time said, feelings of relief and foreboding filling him. 

“T-Time. They-They were going to-”

“I know. I know.”

“A-and he- and now-”

“I know, son, I know.” Time forced out. He’d saved… the stranger had saved his son. 

The crowd went quiet as the Queen stepped forward.

“Today you stand here to witness the punishment of this man for acts of treason against Hyrule!”

Hyrule began to sob, and buried himself further in Time’s chest. 

“For the worst act of all!”

Sky held Wind close and put a hand over his eyes. 

“Don’t look,” he whispered. 

“Today, Captain Link has been caught in the aiding and abetting of a traitor to the throne!”

Time gasped as the Queen brought done the first lash herself. He wasn’t…

The boy was one of them.

He cried out at the severity of it, hunched over the whipping post. The crowd ignited, but not in protest. The guard took over, hitting hard and fast. Link’s cries could barely be heard over the roaring crowd.

The crowd grew louder as blood began to flow, the boy’s cries drowned out. Four hid his face in Twilight’s pelt. But Time’s focus was on the Queen.

The Queen who looked extremely, cruelly happy. 

Time promised himself then and there that he would take her off of her throne himself.

“Time,” Twilight whispered shakily, “They’re long past twenty five.”

“What?” Time whispered back.

“Rule was supposed to get twenty-five lashes,” Twi flinched as the whip hit again, “That last one made forty-five.”

Time snapped his gaze to the boy in the square’s center. 

“He’s not going to be able to take much more,” he said under his breath. He didn’t mean for Hyrule to hear him, but he did, and his sobbing began again. 

Around the fifty-second lash, the crowd began to quiet with anticipation.

At fifty-three, Link’s cries became shrill and weak.

At fifty-four, they stopped.

At fifty-eight, he sagged, unconscious.

“Take him to the dungeons!” Artemis ordered.

Time looked at his boys.

“Get to the inn. We need to make a plan.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“So Wind and Four will be outside with medical supplies and the horses. Sky will be with them. Legend, you’re job-” “Is to figure out where he is. We’ve been over the plan three times, Old Man,” Legend said, but his voice held no hint of malice. 

“We know, Time. We’re worried too,” Sky said, rubbing Wind’s arms. He hadn’t said much since the whipping.

“I don’t know that any of us will make it to nightfall,” Twilight whispered.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

They had one cell left to check. Time was getting very, very worried. There wasn’t any guards, other than the ones at the front gate. And no captain.

“It’s empty!” Legend hissed. 

“Where is he?” Wind asked, eyes widening.

“I don’t, I don’t-” Legend popped back into the wall, slipping into the cell. Time began to run through backup plans in his head. Had he been taken out of town? Had he bee-

“I found him!” Legend whisper-shouted suddenly, the cell door flying open.

“There’s a secret cell, I just found it, Time it’s bad-”

Time was already pushing past. Legend hit the catch, and the hidden door opened with the sound of grinding stone.

They were immediately faced with a troop of Sheikah.

“And here I thought no one would be coming,” Impa sneered, almost bored.

“It doesn’t have to be like this,” Time said evenly.

“And disappoint my Queen?” Impa asked, and stuck forward. 

Minutes, maybe hours, were lost in the fight. Time was strange, measured in opponents rather than any standard measurement. After who knows how long, Sky suddenly shouted,

“Down!”

Time hit the deck, feeling a wave of blue energy wash over him. The remaining Sheikah were knocked to the edges of the room, unconscious.

Time finally got a chance to look over at their newest member. It… wasn’t good. Blood covered nearly all of his skin. Smoot locks that had been blonde that morning were now choppy and nearly pink with blood. A wound on his chest oozed some sort of green liquid.

“Rancher, help me get him down,” He ordered. Twilight nodded, looking worried.

“Is he alright?” Hyrule asked, voice shaking.

“He will be,” Time answered.

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