Bard-in-blue - Bard In Blue

１３か所の思い出の地を巡りゼルダ姫の想いを受け取った。 (I have visited and taken in all 13 places where Zelda’s memories were.) 思い出の中のゼルダ姫はいつも一所懸命だった。。。 (Within all those memories, Zelda was always working forwards with all her might.) 一刻も早くゼルダ姫を救い出して彼女の笑顔をもう一度この目で見たい。 (I need to save Zelda as quickly as I can, for I wish to see her smiling once more.)

After recovering Master Sword: I finally recovered the legendary Sword of Evil’s Bane, The Master Sword. It might be just my imagination, but I feel the Sword is also happy about this. Zelda still keeps her hope up that one day I will rescue her by continuing her struggle against the Calamity in Hyrule Castle But…do I have enough strength to save her as now?

Finally I have overcome the difficult Trial of the Sword. I have gained the strength, both physically and mentally to wield the Master Sword to the fullest. I believe that Zelda will also be happy and gives blessing to my growth.

OMG THIS IS CANON! THE JAPANESE JOURNAL IS WRITTEN IN FIRST PERSON. SO IT’S LINK WHO WRITES THE MEMORIES! LINK CARES SO MUCH FOR HER! ❤❤❤❤

I’ve been waiting all year to post this.

having good & true friends will literally save and protect you in a million unfathomable ways. like okay we have written so many times about lovers. but the way a platonic friend laughs and cries with you. the way they hold your hand at 14 years old and at 34. the way they keep a little silver tie to you, touching base over and over and over. how you can go years without talking, only to re-meet and discover: oh shit! you're still cool!

there are people who have been in my life for more than half of it, and i have loved every version of them. do you know how fucking beautiful that is. yeah love will save the world. but the way friends love you is gonna save the you.

You know those anime meta posts along the lines of “I was born with pink hair. The doctors told my parents I was a Main Character and ever since my life has not known peace from demons/spirits/sports competitions/harems who find me”

Well I see that, and I raise you this:

An anime boy whose appearance is, by absolutely anyone’s account, completely and utterly average. Mundane hair. Mundane eyes. Not even glasses to set him the tiniest bit apart. A simple, unmemorable, unrecognizable civilian among a backdrop of millions.

And he has a lot of passions, and a lot of ambitions, which he hones every chance he gets. He’s dabbled in sports and archery and cooking and just about anything you could wrap a competition around. And he’s competed in many of these. Every chance he gets. With all of his passion and all of his might.

He’s crushed by the competition every single time.

Until one day–one day something clicks for him. Something that should have seemed obvious from the start and yet never was–as though everyone, including himself, was unwittingly blind to it. It clicks, when he realizes every kid who’s beaten him in competition, every kid who’s gone on to fame and glory and acclaim, has been some candy-haired gel-spiked ridiculously-dressed fucker. 

There’s some trend there that this Main Character boy can’t explain and can’t understand but he decides, this one time, fuck it. He’ll play along too. He’s got a model train competition in four days, and he’s got nothing more to lose. He hits up the department store, buys the pinkest, noxious-est, fruitiest hair dye he can find, the spikiest hair gel available, and the gaudiest clothes on the thrift rack. He enters the model train competition looking like a bubble gum gijinka.

And he wins.

Suddenly, the other candy-haired contestants notice him. They talk to him. They pledge rivalries. Girls notice him. Judges applaud him. Acclaimed model train aficionados offer him internships across the world. He’s hit on something. 

The main cast expands to cover just about every candy-hair cliche in the book: from the mostly-normal-looking demure school girl with the blue hair to the Naruto-est, yelling-est boy with the red-and-green spiked hair. The cool megane senpais, the purple haired tsunderes, suddenly everyone is interested in him. They’re prodigies and upstarts and underdogs and they truly believe that this main character boy is one of them.

So the main character boy maintains his ruse. He touches up his roots at dawn every morning and carefully attends to his gelled spikes and tells absolutely no one about this great, uncanny, unfathomable secret he’s stumbled upon. He wins his competitions left and right. He racks up the acclaim. He’s hailed as a prodigy of all trades, just now bursting onto the scene, and boils to the top of all his candy-haired peers.

He’s rising up, his every dream within his grasp. Until one day he gets a note under his door, taped to an old picture of his Normal Boring self from middle school, that says “You don’t belong”

Gonna start posting back here again since 2018 (sheesh). While I work on another bigger piece of Hazbin Hotel fanart, have this Niffty I drew recently!

This make me sad cause most probably his scars were made by Belos of thinking Hunter is disobeying or just cause the emperor is a abuser and Hunter is really strong and could protect himself but he is just scared and waiting in fear for the damage of A SCYTHE that Darius made.

Like... GIVE HIM A HUG, THERAPY AND A HOME PLS!!!

I am mentally ill.

i was rewatching the recent sanders sides video and

this part hits harder when you remember that this is exactly how Janus had been manipulating Roman all this time.

Janus, I love you but you absolutely deserved that bitch slap.