#<- he's definitely getting a verse

[herofound]

Show me thorns and I'll show you hands ready to bleed.

// link of the legend of zelda franchise. // indie, sporadic but low activity, semi-selective, extremely head-canon based, sideblog to @quillheel, heralded by captain (they/them, 18).

a study in : the hero's spirit // phantom memories & phantom limbs // being god's chosen champion // being loved, being remembered and being invisible // ghosts in godhood // knowing oneself (and the lackthereof) // your legacy outliving who you were, and living alongside it // arthurian legend (in a sense) // and more

rules // about // memes // studies

currently link's interpretation is a work in progress! he is not one specific link from the legend of zelda series, but rather more based in the hero's spirit itself. things may change, I may go back on decisions I'd made in the past, etc etc. I appreciate your patience!

current artwork & initial concept was based off A Tale Of Two Rulers by FigmentForms, though has since heavily branched. Still! Credit where it is due!

[shootingstarrfish]

DOES MY FAVORITE 33 YEAR OLD BOBBY GRILL (gender neutral) HAVE A JOB???????

yeah his job is being cute <3

[cherrywhite]

He's just like me fr fr

[lavenderprose]

No idea why but 2500 words of a random nanny AU just burst out of me. Rook is a nanny, Emmrich is a medical examiner, Manfred is three and Johanna is a cat (kind of). Is this anything?

[lsunstreakerl]

Is max going to get gloves and climb his tower to show his guards that it is possible to climb it? I see him do that and then everybody else is panicking because what if the prince consort falls and dies???

luckily for willem and joris, max's things aren't at the castle yet.

[plistommy]

pov: you just told them steve doesn’t bottom

[yuwuta]

is this a safe space can we talk about a/b/o aus also can i mention okkofushi and can i say alpha yuuta who was so nervous about the responsibility of being part of and taking care of a pack but he fits so naturally in the role, it’s so easy for all his friends to fall in line and follow him and trust him, so he doesn’t understand why you and megumi are both so difficult. it’s not like he thinks omegas are weak by default, yuuta knows you’re stronger than he’ll ever be; it’s not like he thinks betas need to assume more submissive roles, he knows megumi can take care of himself. separately, you two are fine, but together you’re the brattiest pair and yuuta doesn’t get why nor does he get why it bothers him. he was never the alpha that needed the validation, never the one that needed people to fear to him just from his presence alone, but you and megumi make him desperate, and even worse, yuuta knows he wouldn’t be satisfied with just one of your. he’s trying not to push you both, he’s trying to be a good alpha, a calm alpha, a decent alpha but every time megumi rolls his eyes and does as he pleases, or you giggle at him and ask some other alpha for help, or the two of you tease just to run off together, yuuta is overrun with thoughts of how to tame you two, how to make you listen, how to get you both to just submit for once in your lives.

[dmc-questions-anon]

Manifesting them showing Vergil, Lucia, and Lady all on the 26th

[skyheld]

this is not even related to the memes, and maybe you've already answered this, but would Ameridan have their vallas'lin removed if they were offered the choice?

unprompted | always accepting | @mercysought

"How are you faring?" the priestess of Dirthamen's temple asks as she puts aside her tools and stretches her back.

Ameridan takes the chance to open his eyes and blink away tears. The small room off the temple's main hall is dimly lit, the priestess' eyes reflecting the flames of a single Veilfire torch. He is holding his father's hand, and his mother has leaned forward to wipe the sweat from his brow. "It is not too bad."

It hurts, it hurts worse than he thought it would despite hearing last year's initiates attempts to frighten those of this year with horror stories about the process. But there is pride in the way it hurts. This is both the cost of devotion and the proof of it.

"I am almost done with your forehead", the priestess continues, pushing Little Dread's giant head away before he starts licking at the fresh tattoos. "That and the bridge of your nose should be the most painful areas. We are not quite halfway through. You are doing very well."

His chest swells with pride. His father squeezes his fingers, and his mother kisses his brow before straightening up so the priestess can continue.

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"So you choose lilac, to go with the red of your hair", his commander says, crossing her arms with that wry smile that means she doesn't want to show she approves. "Well, we need not worry about losing you in a crowd; you will be visible."

He laughs. "As if you would worry about losing me in a crowd, vallaslin or not."

"Straighten your back", is all she says to that as the great doors are flung open and the initiates walk into the temple hall, their wolves at their sides, generations of Emerald Knights watching from the benches as the ceremony begins. They enter the hall as squires and will leave as knights themselves.

It is an honour, but the true honour is already written in blood on their faces.

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He sits in front of a mirror, and Telana helps him draw the lines on his body with a brush, to serve as guidance for the priest who will do the next set. She uses the sketch in his journal as a base but adds some modifications of her own where the idea does not work well in practice. When she's done he does the same to her, working freehand to extend the lines of Ghilan'nain's vallaslin across her torso and down her arms and legs.

"The ribs are supposed to be painful", he says when she indicates she wants something resembling halla horns there, just under her breasts.

"If I was worried about pain", Telana replies, "I would not be getting more vallaslin than I already have."

He looks at her, and she is so beautiful in that moment, in the soft firelight reflected by the mirror and with her braids gathered over one shoulder, he has to lean in and kiss the spot she wanted drawn. And then a little lower, and a little lower yet, as she threads her fingers into his hair to guide him.

They have to redraw each other's brush lines after; it is too smudged to see.

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"Clever and foolish", Drakon says when he sees the mask, "as are all good ideas."

It is half green silk, half charcoal on red. The Dales and the Inquisition. Unlike the ciriane's animal heads, elaborate shapes and faces covered in fish scales, it's simple; just a plain mask like what the servants wear, though with richer materials.

Both halves of the mask are covered in lilac lines. His vallaslin, painted on top of the mask to never be hidden. Ameridan knows the real reason some lords and ladies have demanded stricter rules when it comes to the wearing of masks. It isn't common decency. It isn't respecting ciriane tradition. It isn't following established rules of Drakon's court. It is the vallaslin which marks him as a follower of someone other than the Maker.

"I will miss seeing you", Drakon continues, as he threads the ribbons through Ameridan's greying braids and ties them at the back of his head. "The last bare face in a sea of masks."

"But that will make it sweeter when you get to take it off."

"Yes." Through the draconic slits in his scaled mask, Drakon's eyes are sad. "And unlike the others, you will be yourself underneath it. Whatever you wear, whatever it means to someone else."

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The elves of this age have lost their homeland, their temples and their knights, but they still have their vallaslin. It is something.

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Asharen's face is bare. He can see her sorrow from a mile away, reluctant as she is to speak of it, and her face is bare. He wants to ask her why, not why would she do it but why did she feel like she had to.

But he doesn't; instead he offers his shoulder if she needs it.

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Slave markings. He sits in his room in the quarters found for the Inquisition's stay in Halamshiral, staring into the mirror with its gilt frame, at the owl of Dirthamen with its wings spread in flight. He locks the door and pulls the curtains and takes his clothes off one garment at a time, revealing the lines continuing down his throat and across his chest and back, down his arms and legs, fading to nothing at the backs of his hands.

Slave markings.

He remembers his father holding his hand while he lay on the floor of the temple, his mother kissing his brow just above the owl's head.

He remembers he and Telana taking turns to wash each other's newly made vallaslin, work a salve into the tender skin and kiss the places where it hurt the most.

He remembers the pain, hours lying on the temple floor and thinking it was good, it was meant to be like this, the Creators wanted it so and who were they to question it?

He remembers the pride.

Slave markings.

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He looks at Asharen's bare face and it's she who offers her shoulder, though she has only one arm to put around him.

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Some days he's proud to wear it; it's a reminder not of what they lost but what they gained, a new history, new traditions, new memories. They are more than their past; they are present and future too.

Some days he pulls the sleeves down over his hands and avoids reflective surfaces.

The vallaslin remains because he has no means of removing it, and so he never has to decide. So maybe he never makes a decision. Maybe he never comes to a conclusion. Maybe if he was ever presented with the option, he would not know what to say.

But he always remembers his father's hand, his mother's kiss, he always remembers Telana.

You will be yourself. Whatever you wear, whatever it means to someone else.

[noirandchocolate]

Y’know, it’s always frustrating in a fandom when a regular ol’ fan makes a claim or states a theory and couches it in terms of “the creators meant this” or “the creator said this,” providing zero actual evidence of the creator saying or meaning “this,” and then thereafter other fans who’ve read the post or heard about it through the grapevine just assume that yes, this interpretation is canon, because “the creator said so” or “the creator obviously meant it.”

This can of course also happen without the original poster making a definite claim the creator did something; they can even say, “I think the creator meant this,” and if enough people read and think “oh hey that makes sense” about the post, later on there will still be people who act like it’s not just a fan-theory, it’s canon somehow.

Frustrating when you don’t share what is essentially a headcanon that’s risen to prominence. (Especially when the creator has actually, provably said the exact opposite thing.) But really, it’s frustrating regardless, because like…nobody asks for evidence? Not “what is there in canon that supports this theory” but “upon what extrinsic proof are you basing your claim that ‘the creator said/meant’.”

Plenty of neat fan-theories and headcanons have some support in canon. But if you’re gonna say “this IS CANON because THE CREATOR SAID/MEANT,” you’ve got to do more than just say that!

(Except, I guess you don’t. Because people will just learn to parrot you without evidence anyway.)

[demigod-of-the-agni]

Truly mind boggling and yet unsurprising to see people Continue infantilising the One asian character in the ATSV lineup. Y’all think you’re so smart and revolutionary for your head canons about Pavitr but then you’ll meet actual desi people and think we’re fucking stupids and weird because we aren’t how you believe Indians are supposed to be

I just want to know what is going on in your brain. What makes you think applying the words “baby” “dimwitted” “bubbly and sweet” “unconfrontational” exclusively to Pavitr is such a good idea

[lover-of-mine]

Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday!

I was tagged by @disasterbuckdiaz @daffi-990 @wikiangela @try-set-me-on-fire @steadfastsaturnsrings thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I think the Eddie begins missing scene fic is almost at a point where I can stop writing it, but, to be honest, I don't know because they refuse to do what I want, so I'm just typing things out and hoping this thing is gonna end before I end up writing Eddie showing up at his lawyer's office lol I am having a few moments where I'm like "is this too much for the point in time they are?" but then I remember Eddie gave Buck Christopher after this and Buck was clawing at the mud trying to reach Eddie while screaming his name and I am making the executive decision that even if it is, it just means they won't talk about it, and they really don't talk about it so it's fine lol anyway, have a little bit of Eddie's disconnected thoughts after he made Buck get in the bed with him (I'm trying my hardest not to let Eddie think the word love so I keep having to backtrack his train of thought lol) prev snippet.

"It's okay, it's okay," Buck says, adjusting around in the bed for a few seconds, before turning to his side, tugging lightly on Eddie's arm, and he blindly moves again, chasing the warmth of Buck's chest. He half expected to panic, this isn't something they do, but he's too comfortable to worry. Besides, it's Buck.  Everything about him is familiar. Even if this is something they have never done before. It's just warm.  Buck is warmth. But it's not only heat.  This is… safe? Eddie doesn't know.  And he doesn't have the energy to find out. Or the presence of mind.  He's just letting the feeling wash over him as he drifts off.

No pressure tagging 🩷: @eddiebabygirldiaz @bucks118 @honestlyeddie @watchyourbuck @housewifebuck @giddyupbuck @wildlife4life and anyone else that feels like it!!

[truethes]

i have a ton of verses in my 'jupiters head for future reference' but i need everyone to know one of my biggest sv ones is a role au between ku.ro and tsub.aki where instead of killing the count, kur.o realises the true extent behind whats happening if he does this (aka the manipulation from c.3, lil.y and jej.e) and instead maims him and actually runs away, leaving tsub.aki to have to deal the killing blue so the count can continue with his plan and therefore fall victim of the curse and have to take the original role of being found by mah.iru.

[trickstercaptain]

       More often than not as of late, Jack and Billy had found themselves on the late shift together ( he didn't know what Billy had bribed the pool manager with to make that happen, and wasn't sure he wanted to know ), and that involved the inevitable task of closing up after all of the snotty little kids and their leering mothers had gone home for the day. The peace and quiet of that final hour was always a welcome reprieve, and in recent weeks the pool building after close had become the one place other than Billy's camaro where they could... indulge without fear of being caught or seen.

       Tonight they'd changed out of their red lifeguard shorts at least ( after all, Jack was getting picked up by Steve after his shift ended in... well, he didn't know the exact time, but it was at least another half an hour from now. definitely ), but Jack could still feel Billy's hand reaching up and under his t-shirt as he remained pinned against the wall of the shower room. He'd been there long enough that water was soaking through the back of the shirt and into his hair but, when the making out was this good, he really didn't care. Keys still in hand ( from where he really ought to have locked up this part of the pool ten minutes ago ), Jack's arms were wound eagerly around Billy's shoulders, keeping him close, moaning a little into the movement of the other boy's mouth on his own. Any moment now, he'd gently push Billy away and finish up the last few jobs before they left. Just as soon as he stopped doing that thing with his tongue, slow and deliberate and maddening all at the same time...

@hargrovetm & @harringtontm

[maid-of-the-golden-deer]

i understand that there are some people that will just refuse to respect or care about miles morales for Obvious Reasons but ive seen ppl argue that miguel is 100% right even tho the movie is pretty. pretty clear that hes not and its like damn how bad do you want to hate this kid

[silly-bees]

i know we shit on miguel for beating up miles and how it was unnecessary and stuff, and that's totally true. he should not be beating the hell out of children. he definitely should spend time in spider-jail for that. but can we talk about how terrified this man must be?

the loss of his daughter is fresh- possibly within less than a year fresh, and it was all his fault (at least that is what is interpreted by him). an entire UNIVERSE got destroyed because of his actions and now some punk kid who he was been trying to hard to keep out of this operation suddenly appears and starts making the same mistakes miguel did.

miguel sees this kid preaching that he can fix it all and miguel 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴. he can remember thinking those same things. he can remember the naivety of being someone new to multi-dimensional travel; but understanding doesn't change the risks, and this kid threatens everything miguel has seeked to fix.

miles is thinking like miguel did and that terrifies him. it terrifies him that what happened to his world would happen to everyone else's and it would inevitably be 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘭'𝘴 fault. not miles', not anyone else, miguel's (in his mind, anyway).

so, yes. yes he shouldn't have chased miles, but fear does things to the brain. fear leads to desperation and desperation leads to miles' determination and that leads to more fear and it continues in this vicious cycle of pain, danger and pure, guilty terror.

i'm not excusing his actions, but i understand them. i understand them and it hurts so bad in a good way.