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Going absolutely ballistic that I didn’t think of this fracking Seal pun back in my BotW comicing days. Absolutely no excuse! I mean I did kinda with Zelda’s magic which is also referred to with “sealing” but c’mon, past me!

ANYWHO, new Riju is top tier, even if i still liked drawing her hair shorter here than it is in the actual game~

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It’s nearly here!!!!

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Theory that Ganondorf was long time ago Zelda’s champion.

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FINALLY THEY GET A BREAK I LOVE THIS

Dawn

Here's my first story everyone! I hope you enjoy <3

Faron Woods was always a spectacular sight, no matter which Hyrule you and the Chain landed in. The portal had dropped you off in Twilight’s Hyrule a day ago, and the relief felt by everyone in the group was palpable. His home was a bit safer than the others’, and the idea of cozying up in the treehouse next to the fireplace was sublime, especially with Wild’s cooking. And so that’s where you were, the sun’s dwindling rays painting everything inside the house in a beautiful golden glow, and you couldn’t help but watch your boys and their shenanigans from the comfort of your chair.

While the Champion was instructing Hyrule and Legend on how to prepare the ingredients for supper, Four and Time were busy playing a card game from Four’s time (Honeymoon Whist, you recall) by the fireplace. The rest of the Chain was outside, taking turns on the training dummies as Warriors taught them various combat maneuvers. All in all, it was a beautiful day, and you wouldn’t trade it for the world. You glanced back up at the dying sunlight and thought of the conversation you and Twilight had once. 

“Most people in Ordon think that dusk is a time for melancholy,” he patted Epona’s back as you brushed out her mane, attentive to your task and his words both. He continued, eyes turned skyward as if he was seeing something that you weren’t, “And I have to agree with them.”

Sitting in his home, listening to the comforting chatter and laughter of the group with no worries of death or injury, you found you were of the same mind. You exhaled softly, turning your gaze back into the kitchen where Wild was very carefully explaining the art of making rice to his brothers. This… this was a gorgeous sight, one you wish could last forever, but you knew that would never be the case. Never would there be a time of continued relaxation as long as the Shadow continued to haunt everyone’s days, never would this laughter go uninterrupted as long as portals continued to spawn across time and space. And not for the first time, you wished you were able to stop this all by yourself, to carry the weight on their shoulders and watch as their adventures ended once and for all. But that was wishful thinking, and the universe was never kind enough to grant such a wish.  The door to the treehouse was almost busted open, the sound of Wind’s laughter as he tried to run away from Warriors like wind chimes ringing in the air. He dove behind Time, sticking his tongue out as he wordlessly proclaimed victory. He did so much too soon, crying out in betrayal when Time suddenly scooped him up in his arms and stood from his chair, a sly smirk on his lips as he handed off the struggling pirate to Warriors. You giggled; he was just as bad as the rest of them, and you glanced to his left to see Four very sneakily peeking at the cards he left on the table. You were half a mind to call him out on it, but where was the fun in that? The door was shut behind Sky and Twilight, the both of them ignoring the rather hilarious scene in front of them to go straight for the kitchen, only to be promptly chased out by a grumpy looking Legend who knew exactly what they were about to do. He huffed and turned around just in time to see Hyrule stealing a bite of dinner, his eyes wide and rice grains coating his fingers as he quickly pretended absolutely nothing was wrong. Sneaky sneaky, you thought to yourself. And as much as Legend had a soft spot for the Traveler, he was not going to let this slide. He very quickly pushed Hyrule out of the kitchen, a pout evident on his lips as he sulked and made his way over to the chair next to you. Wild’s voice carried throughout the house: “No dinner privileges for a week, you hear?”

The Traveler somehow pouted even more, and everyone shared looks with each other, a silent challenge to see who would give in and laugh first. It was no surprise when you did, and everyone else followed suit as Time went back to his game with the Smithy, a single eyebrow raised as they started the game again. Oh, he knew Four was looking at his cards and Four definitely noticed, but they continued playing as if nothing had happened. Twilight walked over and gently pat Hyrule’s shoulder, a pitiful smile on his face as Wind came bouncing over to try and hide from Warriors, again. You weren’t surprised he escaped from the Captain’s hold. He dove behind your chair, knowing well that Warriors wouldn't make you move to get to him. The Chosen Hero watched all of this with a tired smile, and you knew he was going to fall asleep before dinner was done.

Chatter and chaos filled the air once more, and you smiled to yourself. These were your boys, and even though you knew this wouldn’t last forever, you were determined to make the most of what moments you did have.

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UPTOWN GIRL ⏤SHINICHIRO S. 

SUM. : when a rich girl meets a mechanic after her new motorbike breaks down, a match made in heaven commences 

LENGTH : 10.7K

G. : mechanic shinichiro x rich girl reader, ; uptown girl inspired fic ; princess and pauper type vibes ; fluff ; some angst ; nobody dies ; modern social status ; yn is rich af ; shinichiro is a humble bike mechanic ; it’s a match made in heaven ; fight me if you dare ; sano siblings want yn as an older sister ; the parents aren’t shit for once 

A/N : this has been in the works for quite a while and is the full version of my shinichiro x rich girl reader timestamp  04:40. it’s quite a long fic i’m sorry, if you need to take a break in between, feel free XD, i did go a little bit overboard here. it took me a while to find the perfect title for this fic and when i realised it resembled a scenario from a particular music video, i just had to title it similarly. for those who know, you know ;)  

You’re no stranger to the privilege you had being born into such an affluent family; you didn’t need to worry about anything because you had everything you could ever want and more. However, that didn’t mean that you grew up entirely content; the difference in your status compared to many of your school mates was apparent and you easily became ostracised. No one wanted to befriend you as they were too afraid of offending you and getting in trouble whereas those that did befriend you made their greedy intentions very clear. 

Understanding your struggle and supporting your decision to live a normal life, your family drew you away from the public eye but still kept you in the circle of luxury and comfort their high social status permitted. You tried to lead an ordinary life but no matter your efforts, because of the blood in your veins, you were naturally gifted and still stood out. 

Incredibly studious (your father’s influence), talented in sports and martial arts (your brother’s shared hobby with you) and ethereally beautiful with a heart of gold (your mother’s teachings). It wasn’t just the social divide that excluded you, it was also the positive influence of your family that nurtured your talents and demeanour, it’s by their virtues that you shone despite your desire for an ordinary life. 

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Oh how I desperately need a firm and loving hug from sky 💔 and a stern but sweet scolding from legend 💕 this seriously warms my heart

Oh-Em-Goodness! I love your writing! It's so calming and soft that it makes me happy stim when I read it!

Can I ask for protective Legend and/or Hugs from Sky?

A/N: hiya doll! Ya sure can! Happy to know that you love my writing and that it makes you happy. Hope you enjoy this!💚 also finally, i’ve broken free from the curse we call writers block!

Legend

"Legend!"

Your sudden shriek of his name made him bound up from his spot, his heart pounding a mile minute when his sight couldn't spot you. Not wanting to waste another minute, he quickly grabbed the fire rod and bolted, following in the direction of where he heard your voice. Your yelps made him push himself forward; faster till the trees went by like a blur.

Legend bursts through the shrubbery to see you up a tree, holding a stick menacingly out to a small chuchu. He lowered the fire rod; eyes flickered back to your form and the small chuchu in disbelief.

"Well?! Don't just stand there! Help me out here!" You whined.

"You've got to be kidding me," Legend huffs, "you're that afraid of a chuchu, especially at that size?!"

"Yeah, yeah, we can talk about this later; just please, help me legend!"

"Fine, fine," aiming the fire rod at the small chuchu and ending its life made you relax into the tree with a heavy sigh.

"Now, come down from there before you hurt yourself."

Sky

There was always something about the way Sky hugged people. Maybe it's the way he opens his arms wide with a soft, warm smile on his lips, gesturing to whoever with a nod of his head. Possibly the way he holds them firm and close to him for a bit before giving one last squeeze and letting them go. You know that Sky grew up in a village of people; who were not afraid to hold hands, giving hugs as if they were all a part of the family. They were loud about their affection, unlike in your world, where said affection is only between close friends and relatives.

You were surprised when Sky opened his arms to you one day when the group was settling down. He gestures lightly with a twiddle of his fingers at you, giving you that sweet smile that causes your heart to sing at the sight of it.

"What are you uh," gesturing to him, "What're you doing?"

The smile on his lips faltered; he cocked his head to the side, staring perplexed at your hesitation.

"Sorry, I thought you might want a hug," Sky said sheepishly.

Oh.

OH!

This wonderful sweetheart; trying to give you a hug, and you questioned it. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just-" you rambled nervously in front of him, not noticing him creeping forward til you felt the weight of his arms going around your waist. Warm. Loving. Firm and gentle was the way to describe his hug. 

"Oh," you softly exhaled, melting into his arms and feeling the slight tremble of his chest when he chuckled.

"Good?"

"Absolutely."

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What Do You Mean I'm The New Grand Sage?!

Alhaitham, Cyno, Tighnari, Kaveh x Grand Sage! Reader; separate, gender neutral

In some twisted turn of events, Lesser Lord Kusanali herself thought you are the best candidate for the position of the Akademiya's Grand Sage. From a Haravatat Researcher to soon running a whole region, how do you deal with this? And do the prodigal scholars approve of you?

'It's been weeks now and there's still no proper Grand Sage.'

'If it were me, I would have fired the two remaining sages, they might scheme as revenge.'

'How can we trust the choices of the next Grand Sage anyways? What if history repeats itself?'

Despite the House of Daena being respectfully quiet with only murmurs and mumbles from the surrounding entourage, these unspoken words taunt and occupy the mind of the Dendro Archon as she takes into account all the thoughts of her people regarding the matter.

All the candidates for the Grand Sage and other sage positions, as well as the exceptional figures of each darshan (some of which are familiar to her) crowd around the table where the Lesser Lord situated herself.

Unfortunately, based on Nahida's standards, none of them qualify for the position.

"Lesser Lord Kusanali?" Opening her eyes, Nahida tilts her head to the Scribe situated on a seat next to her, a quill unused in his hand. "Is something the matter?"

"Just deep in thought." Crossing her arms, the god of wisdom would hum to herself as she tapped her chin. "For example, what would the new Grand Sage do once they get appointed?" And with that, she closed her eyes again.

As expected, more thoughts filtered through her mind as the audience took the bait and began pondering on the provoking question in their minds.

'Just do what the past Grand Sage did? Minus the evil? This is easy.'

'As a Grand Sage, I would probably fire all the personnel, they can't be trusted.'

'Cultivate wisdom and govern Sumeru as best as possible, right?'

'With the Lesser Lord in power, probably just answer to what she wants.'

'Hm, to what extent did Azar mess up the system anyways? It would definitely be good to fix the things that he deliberately abused as soon as possible, right? The unnecessary laws, look into the international affair decisions he's done too, he might have signed contracts that would be damaging to Sumeru in the long run -'

A hit! But an unfamiliar voice. Opening her eyes, the god of wisdom looked around the area to look for the voice to match a face.

"Are you looking for something, Lord Kusanali?" Cyno straightened up on his stance by her side as he watched the archon stand on her seat. The action urged him to scan the area too, albeit for different reasons.

'Why am I thinking about this right now? I should really hurry home -'

"Over there!" The crowd parts like the sea as everyone in the area turned towards someone in researcher garb. Which looks to be... drenched in water. Looking up from wringing the sleeves of your robe, you finally notice all the attention on you.

"Ah! Sorry about the mess, I fell in the fountain in front of -"

"You shall be the new Grand Sage, (Y/N)."

The whole Akademiya seemed to have quieted down to the point that you could hear the individual droplets of water splatter from your hair on to the marble flooring of the House of Daena.

"Huh?"

And like catharsis, everyone exploded in exclamations of disbelief. Including you.

"With their determination alone, their steadfast effort is enough to shape them to the right person to hold the title of Grand Sage."

With the absence of the Akasha Terminal and the person that holds records of documentations and research, Alhaitham was reasonably the person that people flocked towards for information about you. Despite the inconvenience, there are a lucky few that the Scribe entertained.

The male personally knows you as a Haravatat graduate who researched about the current civilization and quality of life of Sumeru in great detail, something that honored your name for being their darshan's most cited thesis. And when asked about your eligibility to be the next Grand Sage, he repeats those words, even when the archon herself asked.

After all, he himself had been privy to that determination. Your dedication to graduate and use your knowledge to create something worthwhile, beneficial, purposeful. A kind of vigor for knowledge so pure and immense that not even he remembers having the same amount of passion.

Even now as he pretends to be occupied with his book, he watches as you practically lay on the huge table for Azar the Grand Sage in exhaustion, Alhaitham was confident that your sighs results from your worry of finding the best solution.

He lowers his eyes back to the pages just in time with you finally lifting your head. "Alhaitham?" He pretends the small smile was out of politeness, not because you have yet to get accustomed to being entirely formal with him.

"Yes, Future Grand Sage?" Alhaitham masks his voiceless laugh with the book in his hand at the sight of you huffing, sputtering at the foreign title.

"Azar had you draft the gazette when he makes up a new law or order, right?" He nods, you grip your head as if you were having a headache, which is quite likely at this point. "If you don't mind, do you think you can give me a copy of all of the laws he created? And the meeting transcripts too?"

"That is certainly doable. However," you straightened up when Alhaitham stood across the table to stare you eye to eye, placing his book on your table. "That would be hundreds of documents to go through, are you sure you're able to utilize that amount for your perusing?"

The expression on your face showed that you haven't exactly accounted that part. But there it was, that flicker in your eyes that captures you so perfectly, the perseverance that had always kept you afloat. Now he can bare witness to it. "I'm sure."

Even if he didn't have to, Alhaitham stayed by your side the whole time, assisting you about certain laws and contexts if you ever needed it.

And when you fell asleep on the table after hours of reading, he immediately placed his cape on your shoulders, because you needed it.

Surprisingly enough, Alhaitham is the one who puts in a good word about your designation out of all of them.

What they're unaware of is that he's quite fond of you and your prestige, being in the same darshan had him subtly defending you from the rumors other darshans/candidates spread.

You should be grateful that you have Alhaitham as your Scribe. Not only is he meticulous and dedicated to his work, but he acts as your assistant with how closely related your positions are.

Perhaps his usefulness and help also stems with the fact that he was the most recommended candidate before he declined, and the knowledge he had honestly makes him look like your master and you his apprentice.

A lot of times, you end up comparing yourself to him when you feel like you're lacking.

Thankfully, Alhaitham's perceptive made him aware of your tells, and knows when you're having such thoughts. He would try to derail that train of thought immediately, subtly remind you of your progress, or straight up tell you you're wrong.

For such an emotionless co-worker, he sure does well with being your hypeman.

"A lack of harmonious relationship with the archon, even with the people of Sumeru, became the downfall of Azar, . That level of respect is crucial in ensuring that history would not repeat itself."

As Lesser Lord Kusanali's main guardian, it was only logical that his beliefs about what the new grand sage should embody reflects that. And perhaps there were also some details that influenced his opinion, details that he would never elaborate on.

This isn't the first time he had been less receptive to the decisions of the archon (the first being the punishment of the Sages, if you can even call it that) but this one has more potential to go awry than any other.

His cold stare only grew colder, sharper, now that you've been assigned the highest seat in the Akademiya. You can tell his prejudices without him having to spell it out.

The harshest of glares usually happen when you request an audience with the god of wisdom, him always standing by her side in case you become hostile. Which is honestly quite a hilarious take - you? Harming a god? But with the history of the previous Grand Sage's you can't exactly call his fault.

In your case however, despite the stories of Cyno's job as the General Mahamatra, you never once feared the possibility of his judgment on you as an academic. After all, if you had done nothing bad, then you're out of his case, right? So as far as you know, this is your first time knowing about each other's presence.

Although, being nominated after you fell in the Akademiya's fountain and made a mess everywhere you walked certainly isn't the best first impression.

However, after one too many times you feel a chill up your spine yet see no one when you look around the area for a possible cause, you're starting to suspect that he may know you more than you know him.

"She's currently resting in the Sanctuary of Surasthana, don't -"

"Ah, no, I'm not here to ask about Lesser Lord Kusanali today." At your sheepish demeanor, Cyno opted to close his mouth and wait for your reason to approach him. So you continued. "I was actually hoping if you could accompany me to Aaru Village."

"The desert?" Why him?

"I've heard that you've been closely working with Lesser Lord Kusanali to rebuild the relations with the desert side of Sumeru." Your fidgeting made him notice the thick notebook tucked under your arm. "I wanted to ask questions about the details, as well as see for myself what else could be done."

There was a long pause of silence that passed by with you mostly avoiding looking into his eyes directly. Humbled but respectful. Cyno sighs. "You're not in proper attire to journey to the desert, nor do you have the proper equipment." Your gaze followed his retreating form until he stopped and looked over his shoulder to you. "Are you coming or what? Standing around does not count as preparing."

"Right! I'm on it!"

It was a long process, but you managed to convince Cyno of your worth, especially when it comes to your efforts to help the desert. He had seen it all himself and at this point he couldn't deny it any further.

Cyno would find his tailing to be out of security instead of suspicion, often times finding himself walking by your side as your protector whenever you had to go out. After all, you're still an important figure, your safety is high priority.

Soon, it would be you who he would go to concerning updates about the desert, hearing out your efforts for rehabilitation. Your desert internship program to help Setaria with her education efforts is by far his favorite.

Despite being the General Mahamatra, he found a bit of his job description changing: being the protector of the Dendro Archon and the new Grand Sage.

Whenever you have to cross to the desert to either talk with the village chief or negotiate with the Eremites, he would always find time in his schedule to be your escort.

Perhaps it was his mistake to doubt Alhaitham's judgment on this one. At the very least, Cyno became your ever reliable check-and-balance.

"At the end of the day, well intentions are enough of a factor to understand the path one would trek no matter the adversaries."

Tighnari was positive that he wouldn't have to deal with the Akademiya anymore after Lesser Lord Kusanali, maybe even enjoy a more peaceful life in the forest now that the Withering had stopped spawning together with Eleazar disappearing.

But of course, the exiled sages just had to be dropped into his forest for their 'tap on the wrist' punishment. Perhaps that would be the end of the Akademiya pestering him now that there's no need to exploit him for some evil scheme.

Well, the world had never been to kind to the forest watcher, what would make this any different? The hybrid would sigh as he watched a group donning Akademiya robes approach Ghandarva Ville, none of which he's familiar with.

This is a larger group compared to the ones the previous sages trying to coerce him back to the city brought - now that he squints, there seem to be Corps of Thirsty members tailing the group, too. This doesn't bode well at all.

At least Cyno's there. "And what business do you have in Ghandarva Ville to cause such a ruckus so early in the day?" Straight to the point, Tighnari stares dryly at the person that seems to be in charge of the group.

However, at the sight of Cyno freezing up in his peripheral, the forest watcher immediately realized that this is unlike any other encounters he had dealt with. Unlike the arrogance of the other scholars and sages, he could see how you looked conflicted from speaking.

"Seeing as you don't look to be well-informed," ah there's the Akademiya scholar he expected. The researcher gestures to you. "The Future Grand Sage is here to see the exiled former sages in hopes to interview them about their previous positions."

He wants to bite back, he really does - why was he not informed beforehand? Why are there so many personnel with you? How sure are they that you are not trying to conspire with Azar? Why are YOU the next grand sage?

"Alright." And he will never admit the relief he felt when your despondent look immediately lifted at his response. "It's a bit of a walk from here. And being the person assigned to oversee their training, I would like to be there during the exchange too."

"Thank you." You cut-off the arrogant spokesperson before he even uttered a single word of protest, presenting a bulky journal in your hand to the forest watcher. "I actually prepared a set of questions to ask that you could verify -"

Old habits die hard, and admittedly, Tighnari didn't want to treat you more than the people he works with everyday, the people around you can easily do that for him. But he refrained from letting any past prejudice cloud his judgment on your character: there is undoubtedly something different about you in comparison to the old sages, and he didn't want his attitude to change that.

One day during one of your many visits however, Tighnari may have spilled a bit about his discontent about the attention your entourage brings to his forest. Even with you next in charge, he still dislikes bringing the affairs of the Akademiya to the forest rangers' territory.

He thought his words was out of pocket when letters of notice regarding your arrival ceased. Did you get all the information you needed from the sages? Or was what he said finally drove you away? That wasn't at all his intentions.

One random encounter brought him answer when the suspicious cloaked figure waving at him from behind a tree turned out to be you. "You said you didn't want my personnel to come so I decided to visit discreetly from now on."

At least you were... considerate. Conversation came easy without multiple glares constantly stabbing him in the back, talking about your progress as well as the conditions of Ghandarva Ville on the way to the training area of the sages.

While he was wary and skeptical about your appointment despite his utmost trust in the dendro archon's judgment, Tighnari soon came to accept your honesty and determination.

That transparency and good-intended perseverance are what Azar lacked, but under your rule, perhaps Sumeru would really be in good hands now.

Tighnari leaned against the tree as he watched your passionate discussion with the previous Haravatat sage. Undeniably, you as you are now without the title, greatly reminds him of someone dear.

"We've long realized that wisdom alone begets arrogance. Perhaps fixing the prejudices against the pursuit of art and whatever this and that Azar has gotten his grubby hands on should be first priority."

"Let me through! I must speak with them, this is important matter, too! If the new grand sage is really -"

Turning your head towards the commotion, your conversation with Alhaitham ended shortly as a tuft of blonde became visible from the sea of Mahamata's trying to keep him away from you.

Patting the imaginary dust off his sleeves, Kaveh would look into your baffled gaze with unyielding resolve. "I've heard you had been meticulously gathering the opinions of Sumeru and thought I could be of help."

"Exercise some tact, Kaveh, we're in the presence of the appointed Grand Sage here."

"I don't need your sass today, Scribe -"

"No, it's fine, Alhaitham. I was actually planning on talking to Kaveh at some point, anyways." Wait, you are? Kaveh dumbfoundedly asked as he watched you move a few books around to get to a worn out journal under the pile. "I assume you're here to represent the arts."

Besides the conversation, Kaveh insists he takes you out to the Bazaar and his magnum opus to properly showcase the culture. Alhaitham, who looked positively displeased of the impromptu outing, had to stay back to focus on documenting a new batch of submitted thesis.

It was endearing to see someone as passionate about change in Sumeru as you talk about the harmful acts Azar published against the Bazaar and the pursuit of arts. Well, what else can you expect from the Light of the Kshahrewar?

Talking to him about anything and everything felt like you were conversing with friends, a very vocal and expressive friend. Especially when you're introduced to the Palace of Alcazarzaray, something he looks at with both pride and regret.

"I am simply making sure that Alhaitham had not brainwashed you with his sense of morality. Knowing him, you won't gather such thoughts about the importance of arts from him."

"Thank you for bringing this to my attention." You really were, after running around from here to both ends of Sumeru, you're very grateful that your source of info decided to come to you instead. "It's not an easy feat trying to undo 500 years worth of corruption."

"I can already see how Sumeru would be under your care." He flashes a genuine smile. "Thank you for hearing me out as well, future Grand Sage, I'm rooting for you. You're already doing much better than the previous Grand Sage."

It was a simple reassuring squeeze on the shoulder, but when he finally sobered up from the feeling of elation, Kaveh can't help but scream to his pillow about how buddy-buddy he acted to THE FUTURE GRAND SAGE!

Kaveh offers a fresh perspective and a lighter, reassuring encouragement in comparison. Perhaps being the person who knows less of the details helped form a positive judgment.

Like Tighnari, he keeps a level-headed approach when it comes to your position, but less about respect and more on shared beliefs.

When it comes to efforts to rehabilitate certain areas, Kaveh is always quick to offer his guidance and opinion. He knows you trust him due to his honesty and genuine want for a better future for Sumeru.

He's also the type to casually waltz in to your office when he has a brilliant idea or important information to share. At this point, he's talked to you more than the new Kshahrewar sage - if he's so adamant to be heard, why didn't he accept the nomination?

His intentions recently are hard to read, but he really does believe in you, and he's not shy to voice that fact.

Whenever he stumbles upon you when you're outside or he sees you pondering the giant orb™ in your office, he's quick to voice his concern and urge you to take a break.

You just find yourself missing the quietness of your office before Alhaitham and Kaveh's banter in front of your table became commonplace.

"The Akademiya and Sumeru as a whole would surely flourish under this new samsara if I were to lead it with you by my side."

Lesser Lord Kusanali gives a knowing look at the sight of you standing straight in the presence of the archon, opting to offer your seat (which she declined) and refusing to sit down as a sign of respect.

She didn't need to read your mind to know. "How have you been? I've heard from the others that you've been working really hard to prepare for your inauguration."

Conscious, you pulled at the grey sleeve signifying your position as the current sage of Haravatat. Admittedly, it was a little stiff and stuffy for you, thicker and more uncomfortable than your uniforms in the Akademiya as a scholar and researcher. You missed those times.

"I've gathered a lot of opinions and information about operating as a sage as well as the current matters of Sumeru." Nahida smiles widely at this, before her expression faltered when you still had a bothered look on your face.

As far as she knows, you've gathered all the resources you need, more than you need even. So why do you seem troubled still despite your meticulous preparation? "Is there something in your mind?"

"I don't - I respect your wisdom, I really do and I'm honored that you think of me this way. But I'm - is this really the right decision? Am I really fit for this?"

Oh, so it's about that! You looked up from your journal laying on the table at the sound of the dendro archon's giggles, not at all expecting that reaction. Was your question that laughable?

"Not at all, I'm just amazed that you haven't noticed." Floating over to where you stood, her tiny hands reached up to give you - head pats? Embarrassed but too scared to deny, you took the gesture. "Since that day, I was certain that there would be no other puzzle piece that would fit the position of Grand Sage other than you."

You part your lips to interject, but she was quicker.

"And besides, there are many who share my view. I'm not the only one who believes in you, and you will see it for yourself when the time comes."

"When the time comes?" Holding on to your hand, Nahida starts pulling you towards the elevator and out of the House of Daena. Only when you reached the double doors of the Akademiya did she finally let go.

"You have these doubts because you are a good person, (Y/N). And even then, your own thoughts cloud your mind from seeing that the only person that doubts you now," Nahida would gesture towards the door. "Is you."

Looking back and forth between the entrance and Nahida's encouraging smile, you took a deep breath before pushing open the door -

Only to be met by a roar of cheers and explosion of applause.

Your fellow Sages, Alhaitham, Cyno, Kaveh, even Tighnari (with his ears pressed down) stood near the entrance with smiles of their own. But looking past the Akademiya staff and scholars, a crowd made up of Sumeru citizens from Port Ormos, the Bazaar, Ghandarva Ville, and even Aaru Village occupy the platform and every inch of the paths going up and down the Divine Tree.

Their collective chants mixed together to convey their utmost respect and belief in you.

"Every single one of them are here to root for you," turning to your side, Nahida stood next to you with a gray hat cradled on her palms. "Grand Sage."

Biting your lip to stop a big wobbly grin, you finally let out a relieved sigh as you kneeled in front of the god of wisdom, closing your eyes as she walked forward to place the hat of the Grand Sage on your head.

"People of Sumeru, may I present to you the new Grand Sage, (Y/N)."

The overwhelming amount of support from everyone made you take off your monocle to rub at your eyes.

And when your biggest supporters stepped forward to congratulate you, everything felt just right.

You got this.

Can't believe my random idea got written first lmaao alright we're in the good feels arc now

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Linktober: Bird

(A/N: I wanted to do something for this month because it's the spooky month, but also inktober, such and such so I was like I should do something special! Then I remembered it's also Linktober so you know how this goes, people. I know I'm late so I'm posting 2 today!)

“He seems to love you.”

“Well I love him too and I hope this handsome man knows it!”

Sky’s Loftwing, Red, chittered happily at your words, cuddling you into his side happily as you laughed with an excited glee. You made sure to stroke him with careful hands, despite his big stature you wouldn’t dare hurt the great beast and ruin the moment the two of you seemed to share, after all this was a meaningful experience, and you would never live it again once you returned back home. So, with the most delicate touch, you brought the bird’s beak towards you when he playfully nipped at your hair, resting your head against his own- making sure to scratch under his bill the way you knew he liked, tail feathers shaking similar to how a dog would wag their tail.

“You have to be the most handsome man on the Isle.”

Sky’s face soured mockingly at your words, wandering up to your side as Red tilted his head at you curiously. “Should I take offence to such words?”

“I didn’t say you should, why, do you think you should? What does your heart tell you?” You teased, yelping when he pinched your side before sliding his arm around your waist “Bastard move, elf.”

His laugh was sweet against your ears. “What? It’s what my heart told me to do.”

Red’s movement cut off your reply, the space around you shrinking as the huge bird’s body began to shift around the both of you, his head moving from your hands to dip lower and push against Sky’s back until you were pressed against one another, nose to nose with eyes meeting.

After a few surprised blinks, you snorted. “Heh, what a wingman am I right?”

His returning snort was more tired than anything. “Sometimes, I ask myself why I decided to court you.”

You lowered your eyelids, bit your lip and rested your chin upon your finger similar to a stance of a fuck boy. “Because I’m just too sexy not to court, ahaha.”

“No.” Your bout of laughter was interrupted by his lips on yours, his arm still around your waist tightening to bring your even closer with his free hand holding your cheek with a delicate love, your body willingly falling into him and the moment until he finally pulled away, resting his forehead against your own. “But I would say it isn’t too far from the truth.”

With a softer smile, you moved your hands to hold his face in return before placing a kiss against his nose, then pecking his mouth. “Ditto, handsome-”

The both of you yelped when Red’s face barged between the both of you before following with giggles, making sure to share the level with the pouting loftwing as it purred and squawked.

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Linktober: Bones

The fear on your face was evident, but no, not of the great being standing before you but instead from the possible circumstances that lead you here, which you so poetically questioned as you looked the man straight in his eyes.

“Am I fucking dead!?”

Hero’s Shade’s chuckle was teasing as he held out his hand. “No, you are not.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

“Positive-”

“(Name).” The familiar tension that settled over you when the old man used his authoritative voice still held very true, your shoulders squaring and body freezing only to relax at a sudden realisation, your hand gently resting in his, skeleton fingers gently encasing it. 

“Wait, you remember my name?”

“You think I could forget the name of the light that lead me through darkness?”

You couldn’t help your tease, even with the way your heart fluttered at his words. “Oh, a poet- would have thought of the Captain above you in such regards, Link.”

If the Hero’s Shade had had any eyes you knew he would be rolling them but that didn’t matter at that moment, what mattered is that you were here with him and you were going to make sure for however long you would last in this strange snowy like void you would make sure he would enjoy every last moment with you because you wanted to enjoy every last moment with him.

So you laid with him- sure, it wasn’t the most comfortable, only skeleton remained, coupled with his very chunky and rusted armour, decorated in plant life but you didn’t care about that, you cared about him about being with him because you knew he was craving it- your touch, your presence it was so obvious and you weren’t really the most observant person. He held you close, you professed his love with words even poets couldn’t compare to, stroked your hands and intertwined your fingers- he missed you and you questioned what happened for him to crave you at this moment so bad until after what felt like hours your eyes felt heavy, body losing its strength as darkness began to surround the edges of your vision.

You tried to fight it at first, but his hand on your cheek was enough. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back”

When you woke up the eyes of the Captain’s Hat were staring right into your soul, hovering just a few inches away from your face as you lay in your bed within the Inn you had all settled in just a day before, a small chuckle escaping your scarer followed a soft “boo” that made your lips lift into a smile.

You pulled the mask away to look at Time’s face, his smile just as sweet as the look in his eye when you whispered. “Kiss me, you old fool.”

Watching his smile grow made you giddy and your heart fluttered once again as he did what you wished.

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DAMN I REALLY POPPED OFF TODAY

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nanami can’t remember when his life got so.. domestic.

he remembers clearly telling himself that no, he would not get involved anyone until he was no longer a jujutsu sorcerer. he didn’t want to even fathom the possibility that he wouldn’t come home, leaving his partner alone, without him.

despite having faced countless cursed spirits, there wasn’t much that scared him more than that nagging thought.

it was a surprise to him that this was where he was in life. that this is where he’d ended up:

dancing in the kitchen, classical music playing softly in the background as he twirled you in his arms.

you both were wearing matching aprons (when you brought them home he gave you an odd look, now he doesn’t think twice about wearing it) as you had decided, rather spontaneously, that you wanted cookies.

who was he to say no, especially when you told him that this family recipe of yours was the best cookie recipe ever? in fact, he was quick to insist on helping you bake them.

not long after they were put in the oven did he turn on the radio. and as soon as the melody hit your ears, you were pulling him into the middle of the kitchen to dance.

who was he to deny? especially when that was his plan all along.

the song that was currently playing was dying out, turning into light hums and faint tunes from instruments. but the next song started soon after. a slower song.

naturally, he pulled you in closer. one hand still in yours and the other tightly holding you around the waist. it was comforting, soothing. he’d swear that he was dreaming if you weren’t so real. so potent, overpowering all his senses in the best way imaginable.

“kento, the cookies are almost done,” you whispered. he gripped you tighter as if letting you go meant that it would all be over.

“hm, i know my love, just one more second.”

he can’t remember when his life got so domestic. he didn’t dare of caring, no. it was nights like these that made kento realize that he was so irrevocably in love that he couldn’t fathom being without you.

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• Polaroid <3

A/n - if you can't tell I'm having Kazuha brainrot.

Photographer Kazuha , who's first camera ever was a polaroid his parents gifted him , and has been hus favorite ever since

Photographer Kazuha , who moved into your studio apartment as your roommate because the view was wonderful .

Photographer Kazuha , who's phone gallery is what you'd describe as ' pure aesthetic ' .

Photographer Kazuha , who could be a celebrity , because so many people follow him on Instagram and social media in general.

Photographer Kazuha, who's usually gone around the city doing photo shoots , and treats you to a snack with his payment .

Photographer Kazuha, who takes you to weddings and small gigs as his date when booked because ' No one ever goes to a wedding alone . '

Photographer Kazuha, who generally drags you to midnight walks and early morning coffee .

Photographer Kazuha, who insists he takes a picture of every meal before you can eat .

Photographer Kazuha , who wakes up every morning and takes a picture of the sky , which he then carefully hangs up onto the on-going garland hung above his bed .

Photographer Kazuha , who finds his heart skips a beat when you ask him about his interests .

Photographer Kazuha , who has an eye for detail and keeps getting lost in your eyes .

Photographer Kazuha, who finds himself sneakily taking pictures of you doing chores , or just laying on the couch . You smile because the click of his camera always gives him away , and eventually he does show you the picture . No matter how ridiculous you might have been , you're always beautiful and photogenic in his photos and heart.

Photographer Kazuha , who daydreams about you and wishes he could take photos of couple things the two of you might do together .

Photographer Kazuha, who asks you out by writing a cheesy , short poem on the back of one of his photos .

Photographer Kazuha , who after you start dating has a gallery and photo album full of pictures of you .

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• Polaroid <3

A/n - if you can't tell I'm having Kazuha brainrot.

Photographer Kazuha , who's first camera ever was a polaroid his parents gifted him , and has been hus favorite ever since

Photographer Kazuha , who moved into your studio apartment as your roommate because the view was wonderful .

Photographer Kazuha , who's phone gallery is what you'd describe as ' pure aesthetic ' .

Photographer Kazuha , who could be a celebrity , because so many people follow him on Instagram and social media in general.

Photographer Kazuha, who's usually gone around the city doing photo shoots , and treats you to a snack with his payment .

Photographer Kazuha, who takes you to weddings and small gigs as his date when booked because ' No one ever goes to a wedding alone . '

Photographer Kazuha, who generally drags you to midnight walks and early morning coffee .

Photographer Kazuha, who insists he takes a picture of every meal before you can eat .

Photographer Kazuha , who wakes up every morning and takes a picture of the sky , which he then carefully hangs up onto the on-going garland hung above his bed .

Photographer Kazuha , who finds his heart skips a beat when you ask him about his interests .

Photographer Kazuha , who has an eye for detail and keeps getting lost in your eyes .

Photographer Kazuha, who finds himself sneakily taking pictures of you doing chores , or just laying on the couch . You smile because the click of his camera always gives him away , and eventually he does show you the picture . No matter how ridiculous you might have been , you're always beautiful and photogenic in his photos and heart.

Photographer Kazuha , who daydreams about you and wishes he could take photos of couple things the two of you might do together .

Photographer Kazuha, who asks you out by writing a cheesy , short poem on the back of one of his photos .

Photographer Kazuha , who after you start dating has a gallery and photo album full of pictures of you .

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Sketch

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Gouache Painting Study: Silver Spoon anime

Another painting study of an anime background, this time from Silver Spoon. Learned a lot, but still a long way to go.

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my mom used our old spice rack like it was a roulette wheel. she'd spin the rack, grab a jar, give a sniff, and if it appeased her, she'd start sprinkling until i can only assume god or ancestors made her stop. she would repeat the process until she got bored.

i know this was her method bc whenever we'd compliment dinner, she'd go, "yeah, i wish i knew what i put in it this time!"