#Awwwwright.

[carsonian]

FIRST LINES ROUND-UP

Tagged by @fohatic--thank you for my life. Also WHAT is going on in Rich Man's Feast...that opening line has me both curious and scared.

Rules: List the first line(s) of your last 10 (or however many you have) posted fics and see if there’s a pattern!

Like Pavlov's Dog: This was where they were at.

Water to a Pig Slaughter-Day Morning: He'd just watched his dream get massacred.

Vorspiel: Steve was out of the mansion and in his Brooklyn nest for only one night before Tony Stark came poundin' at his door.

A Thousand Rainy Days Since We First Met: The best minutes of Steve's day are an imprecise scatter between 7:15 and 7:30am.

Darling, Darling, Stand By Me: The first time it happens, Tony's not even really aware of himself.

Since We've No Place to Go: Credit where credit's due—Steve doesn't hold a grudge during a crisis.

I'm Jealous of Your Neck (It Gets to Hold Your Head): Steve's burning to bits when Tony opens the door to his room.

Hyperballad: Tony walks up to him, plops down on the stool, and begins: (AN: I don't know if that counts as a sentence, exactly, but uh. Let's go with it!)

The More They Stay the Same: Bucky was meant to take Tony back to the station twenty-five minutes back.

The More Things Seem to Change: The guards had told him as much but something in Bucky still clenches with surprise at the sight of it.

What we've learned is that (a) my first lines are generally short, (b) I'm two-timing past and present tense, and (c) most of the time, my first line is the thought and/or context that precedes an action. Call this game hall of mirrors the way it's got me seeing myself all wonked out.

I'm tagging: @soliloquent-stark, @snoozingcat, @lazywriter7, @no-gorms, and literally anyone else who wants to give this a go. Just say I tagged you, I won't tell x

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[hanayori89]

Boundless

*Lake Hylia*

"Link, tell me about the Lakebed Temple." You watched the crackling of the flames as Link kindled them with more firewood. He had managed to turn the most disastrous day into such an unforgettable one. You sat cozily nestled in Lake Hylia Cavern. Link had first taken you to a whimsical looking place known as "Falbi's."

It had drawn your attention when you first entered. But with Aryn at your side, you didn't feel comfortable enough to explore. You couldn't contain your excitement when Link mentioned it being the first stop on your Lake Hylia tour.

It was a kaleidoscope of absurdly bright colors. You never saw such a decoupage of ridiculousness. At the same time, it held your eyes captive. It made you want to walk toward it. With the serene backdrop of Lake Hylia's azure waters, Falbi's was a vista of peculiarity. The owner was just as obscene.

"Link." You whispered with an apparent start in your voice. "He's missing half his shirt."

You could hear Link inhale beside you. You glanced sideways to see he was holding back a laugh. Once he composed himself, he responded," Falbi is a good person. He used to work in a circus. Now he and his partner Fyer manage the Water Top Land of Fantastication." Link caught the confusion sketched upon your features. He quickly added," A circus is a type of entertainment venue. You can see all kinds of animals. Clowns, such as Falbi, as well as other performances. " 

"We have something similar in the twilight."

Link gave you a cautious glance. You couldn't help but light up with a wide grin. "We have people dress up in costume like Zant, and then we perform his demise. And yes, someone dresses up as you."

Link started to laugh. "I think that's not quite the same as a circus. Though knowing your realm, it's probably more of a circus than we have here. Just out of curiosity, who's the actor that plays me?"

"Her name is Fisa. She has your build and hair. Minus the red eyes and pale skin."

Link stopped abruptly. "She?"

You linked your arm around his and tugged him along. "I think you need to come see it sometime to understand." Link looked at your arm intertwined with his. You immediately realized your proximity and freed your arm from his. You tried to contain the threatening onslaught of heat about to hit your cheeks. "I'm sorry." You said coolly.

What had come over you? And why had you said Link should come to your realm? As if he could. "I feel I am being very touchy today. Forgive me. This is all so new to me."

Link gave your back a supportive rub. "It was a hard day for you. It's ok. If I could come to your realm, I would." He seemed to take notice of something on your back, wincing as he observed it. "Your dress was ripped. I know someone in Kakariko who can fix it."

The mood between you both quickly grew somber. The realization that you both weren't just divided by something as simple as an ocean. No, you were both divided by realms. You thought of Midna's lamentable voice echoing in the back of your mind. "We can never belong in their realm."

I seem to be doing a good job of assimilating.

Link gleefully chirped. "This is going to lift your spirits. I promise. Not to mention you won't get a better view of Lake Hylia than Falbi's."

"Partner! What brings you to Falbi's today?" A raucous voice greeted you as you made your way inside the whacky building.

Link took out 20 rupees and placed them in Falbi's palm. "This young lady is visiting Lake Hylia for the first time. Can we count on you to give us the grand flight-by-fowl?"

"Awwwwright! I'll lead the way! May I say, you snagged a beauty, partner!" Falbi gave a curtsy in your direction before nudging you to follow along.

He even had a peculiar gait to match his incomplete outfit. Link seemed to regard you carefully. His stare made you slightly uneasy, coaxing you to speak up. "What?"

"Y/N... you draw a lot of attention wherever you go. I don't want to impede your freedom. But I would feel better if you tried not to travel alone." Link shuffled beside you, looking at his feet. He was clearly uncomfortable by the conversation you were having.

"I'm not saying you have to just stay with me. Though I'd prefer to be the one by your side. But someone like Fado or Rusl. I can count on them. You can too."

You wanted to counter with some sort of defense. You realized that Link was right. Look at what the whole Aryn debacle caused. You also wondered how today's incident would impact Link and Ilia's relationship. Why would she be friends with someone so squalid? As you arrived at the summit of Falbi's, you walked toward the edge to take in the view. Instead of gasping at the scenic view of Lake Hylia's waters encompassing you, you gasped at something else.

Had Ilia sent Aryn? Had Ilia planned this whole horrid event? How could you even broach something so reproachful?

The altitude at which you stood made the cold air sting your lungs. Though it didn't sting as much as the undesirable thoughts looming over you.

"Y/N?"

You stared ahead, brushing Link off. Did he know who he was marrying? You did not come to the light for this. Do not focus anymore on this. You inhaled and followed it with a calming exhale. Link must have heard the staggered, deep breath that spilled out of you.  He snuck up behind you.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" Link questioned you sweetly. His voice always dripped out like the syrup he drenched your bread and apples in. This is the Hero of Twilight. He would never be part of such a devious farce. You thought of the way his eyes always regarded you with tenderness. Your intuitive radar told you without a shadow of a doubt that Link was not part of Ilia's plan.

Without a shadow of a doubt. The answers are always hiding in the shadows. You thought of Midna's question. You wondered if someone in the light could make sense of the answer better than you could.

"Link." You kept your gaze cast upon the sparkling ripples in the lake. "Did you know before I left, Midna gave me a homework assignment?"

Link snickered in amusement. "Sounds like Midna. What was the assignment?"

"Where does the truth lie? Within the shadows of the dark or the illumination of the light?" You surreptitiously looked Link's way to read his expression. His face was pensive as he looked out at Lake Hylia.

Instead of formulating an answer, he posed a question. "You've been in the light a few days now. Some part of me thinks you know the answer to Midna's assignment." He raised an eyebrow in your direction quizzically.

You took a moment before you proceeded with a response. " When the sun is out, I can faintly make out your Triforce. But under the light of the moon..." you paused, meeting Link's eyes. " Only under the light of the moon am I able to see it clearly."

A subtle smile lifted from the corners of Link's lips. "Not everything is as it appears in the light. We may be able to feel, but as you have witnessed, many of us don't show those feelings. They lie guarded within." Link used his hand to thud against where his heart would anatomically be located.

"Especially yours." You don't know what made you say it. Whenever you were near Link, it was like your lips had a mind of their own.

The beauty of Lake Hylia was long lost between you both. For the first time, you were becoming attuned to the beauty of something grander.

The beauty of being vulnerable.

*

Link could feel the warmth of the embers from the freshly kindled fire. Now that he had stoked the fire to his content, he took a seat across from Y/N. He was worried by Y/N's demeanor when they were at the top of Falbi's. He couldn't shake the way she had looked at him. The way in which she masterfully blurted, "Especially yours," in response to his guarded feelings. For someone who wasn't familiar with emotions, nobody had ever been so in tune with his.

After a moment of speculation in regard to Midna's assignment, it was time to take the plunge. He walked Y/N through what the flight-by-fowl really was. Her eyes shot open with panic. "We are flying with the cuccos?"

Link delivered her the most trustworthy smile he could. "Y/N... trust me. I would never let anything happen to you."

Her shoulders slumped as she became more subdued. Link grabbed a cucco by the feet, demonstrating what to do. As she selected a cucco worthy of the task, she gripped its' feet. "The important thing is to hold on securely but not crush the cucco's feet. On the count of three, we jump."

Link slightly bent his knees, the cucco flapping wildly above his head. He began to countdown. "One...Two..."

Y/N yelled, "Three!" Eagerly leaping off the ledge with her cucco.

"Y/N!" Link screamed. He plummeted below with his cucco. The endless lapping waves threatened to absorb them into its blue oblivion. The first part of the fall was always the scariest. Link couldn't lie; he was quite afraid his first time doing the flight-by-fowl. As the wind crushed against the weight of his body, he slammed his eyes shut so that he couldn't see his impending doom.

But doom never came. Instead, the cucco's ferocious flapping paid off. Before long, he began to soar. The cruel hand of the wind that was slapping against his body became the same hand that would carry him gracefully to his landing. Link opened his eyes to see Y/N. Her hair whipped savagely around her face. Finally, the wind permitted him to take a peek at her. She was laughing. Like he'd never seen her laugh. Engrossed in the way the blue of the sky bled into the blue of the lake. This is the light he wished for her to witness. The sheer feeling of anything being possible. Being boundless. Not burdened by the heaviness of emotions.

It was in the sky that Link realized he'd also lost sight of what the light was about. In fact, he never even knew. That was until he became a hero. When he began to explore and see the world. As he descended, his thoughts crashed back to reality along with his feet. He thought of Rusl.

He thought about the choice. The answer was always right there. He couldn't marry Ilia. He couldn't settle down in Ordon. He wasn't sure what the rest of his destiny entailed. But whatever it was, he felt he was closer to it when he roamed the expansive fields of Hyrule. He made a silent pact with himself then. He'd find a way to remove himself from this situation. He would find a solution that was just for everyone.

Y/N's bright e/c eyes peered at him through the crackling flames. "Link, tell me about the lakebed temple."

Now, as he sat, telling tales of his journey by the fire, it only confirmed what he already knew.

He vowed he would help Y/N find her place in this realm. For he too was looking for his own place to belong.

Was it wrong that he hoped the place they belonged to be the same?

That maybe they belonged together.

A/N: Edited 12/08/22

The water has a way of reflecting one's deepest emotions. As you wonder about the light and its' populace, someone else is doing some wondering of his own. Will both of your separate missions lead to the same ending?

Check out my other completed OOT Zelda work- No Woman Beyond

[wagayaiba]

awwwwright

Fighting Street (1987)

[moonrisecalamityretreat]

The Next Era Dawns

As promised, Angeline and Diabelle leave you alone for the night; even the Captain can’t be found in his normal post at the shop. The only thing you can do is be left to your own devices, desperately trying to cope in whatever way you can. It comes in many forms, after all.

But, the silence can’t last forever. The morning after Haku and Reimi’s deaths, your tablets ping, calling you all to the observation deck. You know better than to think saying no is an option, so you all make your way there. Angeline and Diabelle are already there, waving eagerly to you all.

“Hi, everyone! Did you rest well? Yesterday was so exciting, I fell asleep right away~...”

“Yeah, I could tell from all your snoring. Hehe...”

The rabbits are teasing one another as usual. Two people have died, and they haven’t changed a bit. If anything, they seem to be in a better mood than usual. It’s annoying.

Lots of you have questions for them, but they give you no time, continuing with whatever they have planned.

“Awwwwright, guys, let’s not fuck around too much. Captain’ll get mad if we aren’t ready. Everyone, go sit down, and if there’s no room, find something to hold onto.”

It’s not until Diabelle says that, that you realize the view out the window is changing; slowly, but ever so surely, the clouds beneath you...

“Yes, yes! It’ll be a rough landing!”

... are getting closer.

[dunwichdawdles]

“I want to present feminine today, but I also want to go out and I can’t pass for shit. Hm...”

-wear entire feminine outfit underneath generic dude clothes-

[hxgure]

Don’t move, you’re losing blood!

INJURIES // accepting! [ x ]

Despite the warning, Nicolas couldn’t help but move. Blood seeped with every little movement. While he could still breath, while he could still move, the fight wasn’t over. Their numbers dwindled down drastically, just by the mere force of two people: the policewoman and the Tagged. 

··ᴀ LɪTᴛLᴇ TᴏO LᴀTᴇ.··

Labored and gravelly, the deep baritone of his voice, though low, would reach the woman’s ears. Here he thought she would be more than happy to see him suffer a little bit after that little chase he led her on their first encounter. Remembering the look on her face back then caused a bit of a smirk to cradle on his lips before a pained yet soundless groan came from Nicolas. The fact that he was feeling pain meant the dosage hadn’t been nearly enough.

Shaking the remaining pills of celebre in the container, the Twilight downed them like no one’s business. Always overdosing, always pushing his body to shit but least it got the job done– no matter the cost. His body being the cost. He was built for this and was meant to die doing what he was best at. 

The fact that the policewoman wound up in this mess was unforeseen but not entirely too surprising. The cops had to have some control over what happened on the streets of Ergastulum and here he was, creating a ruckus all over again. This time, though, he didn’t start it. It seemed that she even knew that too– seeing as she didn’t hesitate to lend him a hand, probably.

No longer did he feel anymore pain, ignoring the wounds and blood that kept trickling, he cast the woman a look before quickly lunging forward– almost like he was about to elbow her. However, one of the grunts was about to take advantage of how she was distracted and was about to penetrate a broken bottle into her side until he took care of him. He elbowed the goon so hard he came crashing hard into a wall, not a single movement from him was made.

··ᴘAʏ AᴛᴛEɴTɪOɴ.··

The last thing he uttered before he went back to business, finally feeling the drug kicking in. The familiar sensation, one that he would never grow tired of feeling, spread across his entire being. A deadly grin danced on his lips as he stared right into his target, the largest one among the rest, with a soundless chuckle.

He was his for the taking. Nicolas wasn’t about to let the policewoman have him.

[suffcring]

"--Romantic pervert?" There's a laugh in Aether's throat, but his head tilts to the side with genuine confusion, careful not to bump his horns against the side of the couch. Aether is well aware of his reputation; flirting with interest in most people capable of showing interest in him, too -- and, beyond that, he has always been the type to court, even for a fun little fling.

Aether's kindness to the siblings had just been the start of his interactions with them; though he has not been around very long having just recently been summon by Papa Emeritus III, he is well known and well-liked among the human population of the Abbey. And that did not account for the other Ghouls, whom he got along with easily.

More easily than some of them, anyways.

"Careful, or I might take offense. Or maybe think you're jealous."

A gentle elbow in Ifrit's side before the quintessence Ghoul rolled to his feet, stretching his arms over his head in a lazy gesture.

"Awwwwright, fine, sheesh. Don't get your knickers in a twist, Iffie. I'll go on a date to the attic with you."

He, too, is curious by nature; and the forbidden description of the attic was tempting to Aether, as well. There were few places the ghouls were explicitly forbidden from, unlike the lower ranking siblings who had many areas inaccessible to them-- it rankled even Aether, the most obedient amongst the ghouls to be barred from any space within the Abbey.

"Go on, then. Lead the way, if you're so eager."

“Meh,” he said and waved his hand dismissively. It didn’t matter that he forgot. What was important was that he remembered it. It wasn’t for the lack of trying. When he’d first come topside he’d been very curious and keen about the new world in front of him but pretty fast, it would seem, his preferences had formed and now here he was, with a big fat label stamped on his forehead that he hadn’t even known to be a thing when he’d first arrived. Whatever, the women still flirted with him and he tended to flirt back because he liked it, but they quickly figured out that they couldn’t tempt or change him, and he had seen many disappointed faces walk away.

But now Ifrit was the one being disappointed, knowing he would not be put into the history books as the inventor of the greatest drinking game of man and ghoul kind. Were people put into history books for such things? He remembered hearing something about a great tea party at one point and if you can be put in the history books for that then… “Now that’s not fair now, is it,” he huffed and crossed his arms over his broad chest. Maybe he was pouting a little bit too.

“Hah!” Ifrit’s laugh joined Aether’s and he pushed himself up enough so he could twist his upper body around to face him. “No, you romantic pervert, that’s not what I’m doing. But if you’re up for it,” he glanced over him and winked. He wouldn’t say no. A filthy dusty attic wouldn’t be the strangest or worst place he’d found himself doing that in.

“I actually do mean to go up there and at least have a small look around. If it’s locked up that well, there must be something good up there,” he was clearly excited about the possible treasures he might find up there. "So please, please, please, please, come along! If it sucks I'll make up for your time however you want," he smiled widely and grabbed onto Aether's arm. His tail flicked against the couch still in excitement, not worried at all about whether it would be worth it or not. They weren't supposed to be in there, that was the whole point.

[tacitusauxilium]

"Miss Yamagishi! You've grown since we last met. How long has it been I wonder?"

   “Theodore! You startled me a bit–but it has been a bit since we’ve last saw each other. How have you been yourself?”

[thcsculsandsculless]

@coolmusesquad || x

✧ Kris blinked in confusion when the other had asked to hear their heartbeat. But they weren’t going to deny their friend a listen. Although that meant they’d have to take off their chest plate otherwise the other wouldn’t be able to hear it. So that’s what they did before picking the other up in a hug so that they could hear their heartbeat. It was steady and faint.

BADUMP        BADUMP

[clangoring]

Awwwwright. LISTEN!

[seancekitsch]

awwwwright gonna do a sleepover night tonight, the klaus fic will 95% probably be out tonight, and i’m gonna try to get a shit ton of requests tonight

[croix-meridies]

Awwwwright which one of you gave Annette a gun

[hinatabocco]

虚構推理 07 A sexy cousin? It’s awwwwright

[hyumjim]

Caspar: Alright! We’re off to the kingdom capital!... Huh. Have I said that before?

Byleth: ....... We’re off to the kingdom capital!

Caspar: 🤩🤩🤩 AWWWWRIGHT! THE KINGDOM CAPITAL!

[leviathan-supersystem]

what was the fake gamer girl/polandball assault stats/un pedo ring guy even trying to say? i feel like i can pretty accurately imagine this person's opinion on any given culture war thing but i'll be damned if there's a specific thing i can "put together" through these

he’s trying to say, as plainly as possible, that he’s a fucking simpleton.

all joking aside tho i have no fucking idea of what he was saying in relation to this particular woman’s murder.

there is a thing recently where the UN is about to pass a thing restricting drawn child pornography, and a bunch of lolicon creeps are being like “::fedora tip:: aha, but you see, this is hypocritical, because the UN is embroiled in child trafficking scandals themselves! therefore, if you don’t support my right to jerk off to baby fuck awwwwright, you support UN child trafficking. intellectual checkmate, gentlemen.” and i guess he decided this woman’s horrific murder was the perfect place to bring up this argument.

which is moronic because while the UN is obviously hypocritical and repugnant, that…… doesn’t make drawn child porn good…….. you can- and should- be both against UN child trafficking and against drawn child porn……. 

i have no idea why he brought up video game tiddies tho