#runningtoredemption

@runningtoredemption​ requested. what is your character afraid of?

               while mipha has normal fears of losing her family to the calamity, death, etc. she has a greater fear: lightning. though the zora keep away from any shock arrows and lightning rods since they are deadly, this fear is much more serious within the heir. thunderstorms are not common in zora’s domain, so she never gets used to the noise or light. (the way her mother died only makes the fear grow.) 

              storms rattle her. she shakes violently, and will go quiet, even more than normal. though the usage of bomb arrows are more common by the rito, mipha has requested he not use shock arrows in her presence. (her train of thought is, accidents could happen and she would rather not be in the wrong place when his arrow flies. THOUGH SHE IS WELL AWARE THAT REVALI WOULD NEVER DO SUCH A THING SO CARELESSLY.) 

             URBOSA’S FURY TERRIFIES HER. she knows that urbosa has the ability to control where the lightning lands, but the loud noise still stalls mipha, causing her to freeze up, even in battle.(it has caused issues in the past.) 

@runningtoredemption​​​    :     "Oh? How about a little self-loving to go with all the secret self-loathing? Gimme a kiss." ~Laserblast

【𝐁𝐌】— One of the rarities that came with a situation like this was serenity. The small blips between their lives as both a hero and villain where they could simply share time together calmly, without having to feign battles and hatred for the ruse given to the public. Being as large as it was, Boxmore’s roof was both spacious and out of sight. For once in their hectic lives, it was just them, the gentle hums of generators, and the stars.>

“ Hmm? What made me decide? ”

Boxman could have easily answered with a curt ‘ I like it ’, but part of him was also curious as if there was a detailed answer. Eyes rolled skyward, studying the clouds slowly moving across the inky blackness, barely illuminated by the moon. It was an interesting sight ; despite the stark contrast of the black sky and the white moon, there were still the grey hues of clouds and muted stars.

Despite this, Boxman’s world was only seen in blacks and whites. All or nothing. This or that Good or evil.

“ Heeeeroes fight for freedom they don’t actually have. They’re stuck in this teensy weensy hole, expected to act and be a certain way or they’re not truly good. Is that really a life that someone wants to live? Walking on eggshells, always having to try to please the general public instead of themselves? Living selflessly? ”

Yet he was.

Laserblast had continued to egg him on, push his buttons, and finally he just couldn’t take it anymore. If he was dying, he was going to drag someone with him.

He might not have had powers to fight, but he had experience Laser didn’t. He knew how the man fought since hez WAS the man — or had been, at one point. Knew all his moves, all his tactics. In a way, even thought the same way.

Either way, Venomous found himself pulling out all the stops. He didn’t care anymore, he just wanted to see the bastard dead.

“STAND STILL—!”

she just had to clean up before anyone saw!

though that was easier said than done; laserblast always seemed to show up when she least expected (usually a blessing, though this time, less so).

“oh! h-hey,” act casual, turn sideways. don’t let him see. “how--how’s it goin’?” ✧･ﾟ:*