Welcome To An Episode Of "Another Oc Out Of The 20 Pound Binder Pandora Has". Today Featuring A Relatively

Welcome to an episode of "Another oc out of the 20 pound binder Pandora has". Today featuring a relatively new addition: Huntress!

She's very neat in the sense that she's half wyverian, and in my headcanon took the place of the mc in Monster Hunter Stories 2: Wings of Ruin. She also named Razewing Rathalos "Piyo" because it was better than just calling him Ratha. You gotta be able to tell apart your special Rathalos.

I may elaborate on her more later when I post another doodle of her.

This is something I wrote a while ago and was previously posted in a private server. The gist of it is if Player was basically a Lucario. That's it. That's the story. It's also written in the second person because my brain said to.

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In Which You Have Four Different Panic Attacks For The Same Reason

A search and maybe rescue mission, that's all this was. If only you knew how much more difficult it would be.

Four had headed into a dungeon alone some time ago, since it was his Hyrule and it would be best if he went in to check it out. You weren't sure why Time agreed to let him go on his own, but you supposed you shouldn't be too worried. As small as he was, he packed quite the punch.

But he had been gone for over six hours, dungeons took maybe two at most depending at what pace you set yourself at. But even then, it shouldn't take this long. So you were tasked to go look for him along with Wild.

You see, though your time with the Chain was short, you've proven yourself to be invaluable with your innate ability to track down any person or object. The Chain wasn't quite sure how you accomplished such a thing, but if they were to ask you where something or someone was, you'd almost be guaranteed to find it faster than any of them. You were a living compass, a pathfinder, the guiding North star. It definitely influenced the nickname they gave you, which was Compass.

They weren't wrong, but if only they knew how you truly achieved such a skill. Aura wasn't a power known to this world. It existed, yes, but the populace wasn't aware of the power it held and the concept that it could be used. It's a secret that you would rather keep to yourself, for the greed of men has killed many for power like this. Though perhaps you would one day tell it to your new friends. You knew they were good people at heart, despite what some might tell you.

Their auras were so unique, so distinct that it was no wonder that you were able to keep track of them so easily. Hell, you even managed to track down Wind who found himself on the other side of the Hebra Mountains. It was a good thing you did too, or else the poor boy would have likely froze to death. Time gave him a good scolding for it that day.

So that's why you were here. They figured if anyone could find Four, it would be you. You wouldn't lie, you were touched at how much faith they put in you for this. Though they were good natured, the world hadn't been as kind. It taught them not many could be trusted as that trust they gave had only hurt them in the end. So you swore you would do everything in your power to make their jobs and lives a little bit easier in whatever way you can.

You stepped into the dungeon, torch in hand and raised it high to give you some semblance of what you were looking at. Well, you could see fine, the torchlight was more for Wild, not that he knew that. Or anyone, for that matter.

The room was large, and the remnants of monsters hung in the air. Four had definitely been here, you could feel the lingering trails he left behind. You were wandering in, signaling Wild to follow. He nodded and trailed close, keeping watch for any leftover monsters or traps Four might have avoided or missed.

But then you stopped, staring blankly into space with your mouth slightly ajar.

You… you were feeling that, right?

You weren't crazy?

Because you swear that you could sense Four… in four different places.

Have you finally lost it? After all the adventure and becoming the fabled Guardian of Aura, is this really where you were going to dive off the deep end?

"-mpass. Compass! Hey!"

You snapped back into reality, blinking rapidly before locking eyes with Wild. He seemed worried, looking over you for any other problems.

"You zoned out worse than I do. Are you okay? Do we need to go back?" Wild had asked, glancing over you worriedly.

You shook your head. "No, it's just… I don't know how to put it into words."

Wild seemed to look in understanding. "Don't try too hard, it won't do you any good."

You nudge his arm with your elbow as a friendly gesture, smiling awkwardly. "Thanks, I appreciate the concern, but um… there is something wrong."

"What is it?"

"I don't know where he is."

Wild blinked. You didn't know where Four was? And you were quick to add.

"I mean, I know he's in here, I can feel it in my gut. But I can't tell where, my mind just gets fuzzy and it feels like I have a-" you groan and raise up your hands to rub your temples, "-headache."

Oh, great, you have a headache. That's definitely helping you and Wild right now. You groaned and buried your face in your hands, shaking your head.

"I'm sorry, I'm not being helpful," you said, looking over apologetically. "I don't know what's wrong…"

Wild shakes his head, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Don't be sorry, it might be the dungeon messing with you. I've seen it happen with the others sometimes."

You nodded and kept trekking on, determined to find Four despite the initial problems, so to speak. Wild didn't argue or protest, and simply stuck close to you as you walked the path deeper in. There weren't many traps, or monsters, it was a quiet journey to the end.

You perked up when you felt someone approach, turning to see the multi-colored tunic of a certain blacksmith. Sighing in relief, you and Wild jogged over to him, calling his name as he turned his attention toward the two of you.

"Wild? Compass? What are you two doing here?" Four had asked.

"You were gone for longer than expected, we got worried and came to look for you," you explained, nodding at him.

Wild hummed in agreement. "We got concerned when we entered and Compass couldn't seem to pick up on where you were."

Four's eyes widened a bit at that, looking over at you, who was rubbing your neck sheepishly. "Really? You couldn't find me?"

"It was really weird, I couldn't tell where you were," you admitted, "It's almost like… you were in multiple places at once? Oh, that sounds dumb, doesn't it?"

Unbeknownst to you, Four had paled just the slightest amount at the phrase, his eyes shifting through a specific set of colors before fading back to a soft honey brown. Though he was quick to shake it off at a moment's notice to avoid suspicion.

"That's odd, are you sure you're okay?" He asked, gingerly moving his hand up to adjust the green band on his forehead.

"I think I would be better if we left this dungeon. I'd like for this headache to not become a migraine," you answered, rolling the joints in your shoulders and neck. "I'm also guessing you made it to the end of the dungeon? Did you find anything worth your while?"

Four shrugged. "Just some rupees and an item or two. Nothing great but still useful."

Wild seemed content sitting back and letting you and Four speak, since he had other things on his mind. But decided to speak out, "We should head back, before the old man sends someone after us next."

You and Four nodded, motioning to head out of the dungeon from whence you came. Leaving you to think about what exactly happened, and you weren't going to let it go for a while.

Perhaps you could ask Wolfie for cuddles to get your mind off of it.

Just saw many good Pokémon things on @/endivinity's blog to include Pokémon Mystery Dungeon ocs. The urge to draw my own grows and I'm in the process of doing so. My Pokémon phase is coming back full force. I blame Scarlet for being such a good game and my friends for dragging me back in by the ankles.

@delomaniaofficial This is in fact all your fault /hj

Posting another fic, same concept with the Lucario but a human and they're gonna rescue First because I said so. This is kinda more of an oc insert type of deal because writing X Readers is much harder than it looks. Either way, I hope you all enjoy!

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See This Link Right Here? Yeah This Is Mine Now

Frail. Weak. Despondent.

An energy unbefitting of one who should be free.

That's what you thought.

You were chased by the enemy into yet another portal, confused by sudden screams and shouts, the blur of different auras zooming across your vision. Before you knew it, you had been launched to a different place via the mystic swirl of crimson and ebony. And now you stand before a castle, so tall did its walls of stone loom over you, casting a long and dark shadow as the sun moves slowly across the sky.

You never truly liked castles, you didn't like how cold they felt. How it restrained the free, repressed the wild, ridiculed the wayward. It was just a prison, to you. Harsh and unforgiving.

So when you felt such a helpless aura from beneath the icy stone, you couldn't help but follow it. The closer you drew towards it, the more familiar it felt. It was as if you knew this soul yet didn't, a sense of deja vu in some sense. Buried underneath the despair and weakness, this soul burned with courage, armed with a mettle not seen in many.

That's when it registered in your mind. It felt like your friends, the heroes that have guarded Hyrule for centuries to millennia. Knowing this, it only fueled you to want to find the hero faster. You must.

So quietly did you sneak through the cracks in the castle's walls, so swiftly did you pass the guards who were none the wiser to the intruder that slipped past their defenses. Silent and agile, hiding in the shades of the privileged and the foolish. It didn't take long to find what you were looking for.

A thin and fragile body, wrists held up by shackles of steel as the man hung limp. One would think him dead if not for the shallow and slow breaths he took. His ankles were shackled as well, bare feet standing amongst a cobblestone floor soaked in water and mildew. He wore a green tunic that had seen better days, the fabric ripped in various places, exposing parts of his belly and ribs, skin a sickly pale as his bones showed through thin flesh. His pants fared no better, one leg half torn and the other ripped partially at the hem.

The poor soul had been here a while, the scent of emaciation becoming abundantly clear. You didn't hesitate to pull the hairpin out of your hair, placing the end of it into the cell door lock and twisting it. The mechanism clicked, and you pushed the door open, the hinges nearly screeching in outrage as metal scraped against metal.

The man didn't look up, but did seem noticeably more exhausted, if that were even possible. You slowly approached, equally bare feet stepping across the damp floor. A set of feathers and charms adorned your left ankle, held by a string of leather, the edges dragging across the ground where you walked. You peered below the man's downcast face, blonde bangs obscuring his face from your sight.

You raised your hand up, placing it on the man's cheek. He raised his head, feeling a warmth he hasn't experienced before and the coolness of the silver rings on your fingers. Cold blue eyes met a mask of white, depicting a jackal with lavender and rose gold.

Your mouth hung open slightly in shock, and you wasted no time moving your hands down to the shackles around his ankles and channeled a substantial amount of power into the metal. The metal gleamed with blue cracks before it burst in a flash of light and fell away, the shards ringing as they hit the ground. You did this to the ones around his wrists as well, preparing for when he inevitably fell forward and into your awaiting arms.

You readjusted his body so that his back leaned against one of your arms, moving down to hook your other arm underneath his knees and lifted him up into your embrace. You could feel his bones through his tattered clothing, finding you were both furious and alarmed at how light the man was. You were quick to leave the moldy cell, quietly padding through the hallowed halls of the dungeon as you secure your escape route.

Nobody knew you had taken the prisoner, and they wouldn't until the next guard rotation to feed him. You internally smiled at how outraged they would be when they would find their prisoner gone. But right now you were focused on something else. You were focused on him.

The man hadn't moved much since you took him out of the cell, though that was to be expected. You had no idea how long they kept him locked up, but he was very weak, hence why you needed to carry him.

But once did you notice him blearily open his eyes to look up at the sky, the passing trees, and then you. An assuring smile found its way on your lips, as you looked down at him through the white jackal mask you had on.

"It's okay, you're safe now. I'll take care of you."

And his eyes closed once more, leaning his head on your chest as he was lulled into a dreamless sleep.

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Link woke up to fresh air and soft bedding.

He could hardly move without feeling some sort of pain, his body was too sore to do so. It didn't stop him however, from sitting up to try and examine his surroundings. That's when he felt it, the bandages wrapped around his limbs and body, the subtle scent of a medicinal salve rubbed into his wounds and the tender scarring around his wrists and ankles.

When he finally got the chance to look around, he could see that the sun had begun its descent below the horizon, painting the sky in beautiful shades of tangerine and heliotrope. He was hidden in a small grotto of sorts, if the stone hanging over his head was anything to go by. The ground was covered in moss and grass alike, though he himself sat among a soft fur pelt. Draped over his shoulders was a large coat, white in color whilst the inside was lined with velvety fur.

A fire crackled and burned some feet away from him, close enough to keep him warm but far enough so the embers wouldn't sear his already fragile skin. In a wooden bowl before him was a small loaf of bread and warm food, the scent of cooked beef and potatoes flooding his nose and making his mouth water. He wanted to reach out to take it, but hesitated.

No, this was another dream again, wasn't it? Link would get those every once in a while. He'd dream that he was finally out of that dingy cell below the castle and could wander the world once more.

Link shook his head, and gingerly wrapped his trembling hands around the bowl, savoring the warmth that emanated from the wood. He plucked out the loaf and took a slow bite, tearing a chunk off and started chewing. Sweet, the bread was sweet. It's been so long since he's tasted anything even remotely sweet.

He bit into the beef next, soaking his tongue in the flavor it had. The potatoes had the same amount of taste to it, and Link swore he could almost cry. If this was truly a dream, then he wanted it to last for as long as he could manage it. The feeling was too nice to let go of so quickly.

"Sweet astrals, if I didn't make that myself I would've thought that you were eating Wild's cooking."

Link's head snapped toward the origin of the mysterious, smooth voice. He was met with bicolored eyes of silver and umber, gazing at him in amusement. Snowy curls bellowed around the newcomer's head, spilling over their shoulders and back like clouds rolling across the sky. A few braids here, some feathers and charms there, but what caught Link's eye was the white jackal mask that hung from the side of the belt on their hip.

"It's you…!"

He flinched at the sound of his own voice, hoarse from years without use. The stranger's smile never faltered though, they tilted their head at him.

"Hello there, my name is Compass," they introduced, before adding. "Well, it's not actually, but it's what my friends of the minute have taken to calling me."

They continued to speak. "And if you hadn't already guessed, I'm the one who got you out of that moonblasted cell they had you in."

So you were the one who rescued him. The soothing voice assuring him he was safe, the tranquil energy that made him feel so very warm. You saved him.

"Your name is Link, right?"

He slowly nodded his head, not really questioning how this stranger knew his name. He moved to sit up more as the coat over his shoulders shifted forward and covered his thin frame.

Compass hummed and pressed their forefinger and thumb against their chin thoughtfully, propping their elbow against their other arm tucked underneath their chest. They looked like they were trying to decide something, their eyes closed in contemplation. They seemed somewhat troubled, over what he didn't know.

"Well, I know we just met and all, but I don't really like the idea of leaving you alone, especially in your current state," Compass said. "It also doesn't help that the situation I'm about to explain to you is going to make me sound like I've gone off the deep end. So, please, if I'm ever going to ask something of you, it's going to be that you bear with me?"

And he didn't see any reason why he shouldn't.

I'm really tired and my brain is very much lost in the sauce. As a result I am prone to making poorly thought out decisions, so I'm going to proceed to semi consciously make this bad decision with an absurd amount of confidence.

My Ask Box is Open

I might regret this later, I might not. We'll cross or burn that bridge when we get there.

Edit: I should probably specify that I mean requests and stuff. Yeah.

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