#Ether Medallion

[silentsenior09]

Making our way to the final dungeon in Legend of Zelda A Link To The Past. Today, we take care of the bottom floors for this massive tower of deaths, traps and sadness.

[vintewera]

a moon-shaped necklace and forget-me-nots embedded in resin

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[is-this-even-relatable]

Misfortune Teller

tldr: An older Danny, apprentice to Clockwork, does a lot of field work across dimensions, resetting the timeline, queuing future events, and who knows what else. Occasionally, he warns people about such upcoming possibilities, to set them on the right path. How, you might ask? Well in this case... as a wandering fortune teller.

Crack-fic (oh god, it's getting long and my logic brain won't let it remain as crack) where Danny becomes Clockwork's apprentice after getting his GED. Living his infinite afterlife to the fullest. Inspired by this tumblr post.

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Working for Clockwork had been... interesting so far. At first, Danny got frustrated by how vague and cryptic Clockwork was. He'd just shunt Danny off to some ancient time with a few words, his own time medallion (Danny carried it everywhere with him now), and then pop back into the portal, leaving Danny with only the faintest idea of where to go.

Eventually, after enough time (ha!) spent around Clockwork, Danny figured out that it just basically meant that he had free reign and to do whatever he wanted. Because if he went on the wrong path, (like that one time in Pompeii when he had almost caused the volcano to explode a few years too early), Clockwork would just pop on by, say another few cryptic words, and then it'd all be fine and dandy, or as he liked to say, "All is as it should be... Now stop practicing your wail by an active volcano."

After telling Jazz about that (it was supposed to be funny, not concerning), she just sighed and shook her head, with a forlorn "think before you act, Danny!" but hey, it'd turned out fine so far, so who cares how he does what Clockwork asks him to do, as long as it gets done, right? Even if it's with a liiiiitle more mischief than strictly required.

Besides. Danny was the one who had been doing time shenanigans across millennia, not Jazz. And he thought he'd been getting pretty good at it too! He'd actually started giving himself a different made-up background for each universe he visited. Sam and Tucker were helping him keep up with the identities on a spreadsheet, so if he had to go back to one he'd already visited, he'd remember who he'd said he was supposed to be.

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He was on a call with them one evening while haunting Jazz's apartment, doing just that, when he felt a familiar tingle in the back of his throat, as well as a heightened awareness of the seconds passing by, that always accompanied his mentor's appearance.

Sam was talking about his past stint posing as a god of death when he cut in. "Hey- sorry to interrupt, Sam- Clocky's here, guys, I gotta dip."

"Aw, come on! We hardly talked any this past week since you passed your certifications, man," Tucker complained.

Danny rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Yeah, yeah. Partly on you too though, you've been caught up outside of class, and Sam's schedule is nearly the opposite of yours."

Sam hummed in agreement despiter Tucker's scoff.

Danny missed hanging out with them as much as they had in high school, but hey, life goes on. Or at least, theirs did, to college. After finally flunking out of Casper High, he'd taken some time to get used to his responsibilities in the ghost zone, and when he had, he realized that he didn't really have much enthusiasm or timeleft for his human life.

And he didn't really want to go back home either.

But Jazz had made him tie up any loose ends before he noped-off to god knows where, which frankly, he had to thank her for. Getting his GED took a few years, but it was an accomplishment that could be attributed to Danny Fenton, no ghostliness required. Then he was able to let that tether go free.

Pulled out of his musings by a few more grumbles from Tucker, Danny said his goodbyes, promising to call the next time they were all available.

After hanging up, Danny swiveled around, anticipation already lighting up his eyes an ethereal green.

Clockwork, for his part, had been waiting patiently through Danny's lengthy goodbyes. Although he supposed that it tracked for the watcher of time to be patient. With his job, it'd be a nightmare if he wasn't.

"Phantom," Clockwork spoke, calm as always. "I have some tasks I need you to complete as my apprentice."

And Danny, always ready for adventure, didn't need him to explain any further. "Sure! When do you need me to be?"

Clockwork smiled at that. "I am fortunate you are eager. Follow me."

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Danny popped into existence in this universe with a burst of cold air and static electricity. He found himself hovering by a clocktower above a sprawling, gothic city. Smog and light pollution obscured the stars above him, to his disappointment. He comforted himself with the fact that he'd probably have all the time he wanted to fly someplace less populated to see them later.

He started off by familiarizing himself with the city. As he flew, he followed the trail of power and met the resident city-spirit, a spooky- but kind underneath- woman draped in black lace, who told him her name was Gotham. He spoke in length with her about this universe, its heroes, and her knights. On that, she was very enthusiastic... or at least Danny thought she was, her projected emotions belaying much more than her gloomy exterior. She told him how her knights had been through a lot and would need some guidance fighting the darkness that pooled in her deepest corners, smiling with too much glee, filling lungs with fear, and terrorizing with cold hard bullets.

Danny could sense that the dangers she spoke of were growing in power, ever slowly. The longer they shadowed people's minds and hearts, an intangible thing grew that lent them more otherworldly pull than their physical forms had right to hold.

That must be what he was sent here for.

But... they were weak, pitifully so for him, infinite king as he was. And besides, he wasn't here in that sense. He was a messenger, a simple apprentice. And he could do this however he wanted.

Cue his talk with Lady Gotham, and subsequent idea to arm her knights. With what? Well, he figured knowledge would be a start. Flying high above the city invisibly, Danny noticed a sea of colors and lights by what appeared to be the city's pier. He flew down, noting that it appeared to be the setup spot for a travelling circus or carnival of some kind.

He considered what to do. One of Lady Gotham's troubles was a madman clown, right? Well maybe he'd be attracted to his ilk here... and with the danger came the knights. Maybe he could catch one of them here?

Danny was floating around at the entrance and beginning to formulate a plan when a flyer caught his eye. Looking for a mystic to read fortunes. URGENT!

Hadn't Clockwork said something about fortunes? And he hadn't made an identity in this universe yet...

A mischievous smile crept across Danny's face, splitting it in two with far too many teeth.

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Half a city away, a man in all black, perched on the very same clocktower that Phantom had Appeared by, shivered as he felt an ominous premonition about his sanity in the near future...

Said man quickly opened his comms to check in with his many, many kids. Yet even after hearing back from each, he still felt apprehensive.

Somewhere even further, Clockwork laughed.

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And that's how Danny found himself seated at a fortune teller's booth at a pier in Gotham, two days later, for the Tricksy Traveling Circus's grand opening.

[ohdragonflyohdragonburnthemdown]

Bloom's coronation gown.

I wanted something simple, but also something that makes Bloom look regal. So here we are.

The blue grown itself is a bit of a nod to the ballgown from the end of the first movie, but also just me wanting to see Bloom in a deep blue. Besides…royal blue. (Ignore that joke please) The bottom of the underdress is a nod to Blooms bright blue fairy outfit and her golden accents in that form.

The sleeves and the over skirt are more of a nod towards Daphne and her ethereal flowing clothing it's also me trying to make it look as if Bloom is dressed in golden magic.

She get's a dragon belt, because she is the Dragon queen now. She is the head of Domino the queen of the Dragonborn, her connection to Domino is why I added the medallion.

For her hair. I wanted to have the flowers in there, because of the heavy symbolism I gave them in the last chapter. Would have been a waste to not have them in the outfit.

As for the crown…let's just say I have no clue and tried to draw something that close somewhat like dragon wings.

You also get a first look at Bloom's marriage mark, which I have a more detailed drawing for, for later.

If you have any questions, my inbox is open!

[ask-the-nine-links]

Hey Legend, do you still use the Bombis, Quake anf Ether Medallions?

Legend: Not as much anymore. The big group makes it hard to use safely.

Legend: ...not that I care if they're dumb enough to run into the crossfire! At that point it's their fault.

Hyrule: *whispering* He definitely cares.

Twilight: *Nods in agreement*

[twilightlux]

A Link To The Past Link in an au I have, I made a whole list for all the magic items and design details

1: Moon Pearl isn’t visible but is kept in his hat

2: Roc’s feather coming out of the hat

3: Marin’s flower in his hair

4: Cane of Somaria and Byrna on back

5: Koholint Sword on his back

6: Isnt visable but now is in the center of his back

7: Visable eyebags from lack of sleep

8: Scars on face and neck, neck from not healing in a dungeon and the face is burns from lightning

9: Pendents of courage, wisdom, and power on back back belt

10: bomb bag next to his left arm

11: power bracelet on his right arm

12: magic and normal boomerangs in belt

13: The ether, quake, and bombos medallions and a hand stitched holder connected to his belt

14: the fire, ice, and seasons rod along with the hook shot are on a holder on his left

15: a quiver of arrows under the rods

16: the harp of ages is on his right

17: the magic mirror is under the harp of ages

18: the magic cape is being held up by his belt

19: he has the Pegasus boots on

20: in his left boot he has a bag of magic powder

21: his backpack to carry the other dozens of items I didn’t have room for as well as practicality

22: in the bag he has 3 bottles of fairy’s in case he enters battle and 4 bottles of magic restoring potions he chugs as fast as a gamer with Mountain Dew

[unicorncornflakes]

Little One - Story AU! | Chapter 8

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Paring: Reader x Aemond Targaryen.

Summary: You are the only daughter of Jacaerys Velaryon, future lord of the tides. After the victory of Aegon and his side in the war, your family suffers the rejection in Driftmark. There you must always give an account to the king's new hand, Aemond Targaryen. However, when the time comes, Aegon and his court claim you as Queen Helaena's lady-in-waiting. As a new piece of the Greens' strategy to coerce your father, you are taken to King's Landing to begin your life in high society. Aemond will be, much to his pleasure, in charge of guiding you in this new stage.

Tags: Alternate Universe/ Enemies to Lovers/ Emotional Hurt/Comfort Drama & Romance/ Eventual Smut.

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence, death, forced marriage, and inc3st, at some points.

Tag-List (If you wanna be tagged in thi series or all of my work, let me know):  @thedamewithabook @bluevxnus @tempt-ress @bellameshipper @qyburnsghost @croatianprincess @hopeless-addiction-love @unnisumi

Author´s note:  Pls, enjoy! Feedback, shares and comments are always welcome!

Acknowledgment: To @ammo23 for the brilliant corrections and the wonderull work as beta reader, for all the patience and the love that always shows for my writing and for all the time that dedicates to this series. Thank you so much :D

Word Count: 3.5K

"You can choose any of the two sets. Think carefully about which one you're going to wear today." Corlys smiled at you as he returned his attention to his breakfast. You were hesitantly admiring the two sets of jewels that Mistra had opened before you. An austere and discreet set in grey quartz, earrings and necklace. Another showy and exuberant amber: a necklace with a huge medallion, long and ethereal earrings, a ring and even a bracelet. Lord Gargalen must have pawned half of his little fief to buy such jewellery. He must have wanted with all his might that you would choose his son. Rickon Stark had handwritten a note to accompany his jewellery, saying that you didn't need much more to show off your beauty. Both were the current candidates for your hand, and that was just the beginning of a war of entertainment that both young men intended to maintain without rest until you made up your mind.

"Can I choose it after I have breakfast?" you asked without much force. Actually, you were tired. You had spent well into the morning reading that old book to Aemond. He had remained silent, admiring and contemplating you while occasionally raising his glass of wine to his lips. Finally, he had accompanied you to your chambers late at night and as you both were wrapped in the cloaks that he always used to leave the palace. He had made it through the passages of the Red Keep and had shown you the shortest way to his rooms through them.

He had told you that you had a very beautiful diction and had raised his hand to your face as he opened the secret door behind one of the looms in your room,the one that had been painted of a tired old dragon resting on a placid hill. Your skin crawled as you remembered how Aemond had waited patiently for you to close it. And, although you did not know it, the alcohol had managed to make him believe that you would let him enter your rooms that very night. He had come the same way back with a terrible erection that had used to come in between his sister's legs. At least that heat would serve to try to make a new heir.

"Of course, choose after breakfast," your grandfather ordered Mistra to leave with a quick movement of his hand, and the old maid obeyed, closing both cases and leaving the room. Corlys knew she would go straight to inform Aemond.

Both suitors began to play hard, and that was exactly the information that the sea serpent wanted to get to the hand of the king. Without Mistra in the room, your grandfather took out a small bottle that he placed in front of you on the table. You looked at it without really knowing what you had before you. You looked at him again, confused, and the old sailor sighed.

"It's moon tea. I wouldn't want him to get you pregnant," he commented as he began to eat in silence, and you blushed and looked elsewhere. Your grandfather knew. You knew where you had been the night before, but you had imagined too much. Corlys knew where you'd been. That white cloak who had accompanied you, still loyal to the blacks, had informed him as he had left you in Aemond's chambers. It had been a brazen move on the one-eyed man's part, but Corlys wasn't going to reveal his cards so quickly. For that very reason, he had made Mistra retire with new information that would arrive calculated at the king's hand. He knew that Aemond would be dying of jealousy when he found out about the jewelry that both suitors had given you.

"We didn't make love," you whispered, embarrassed, holding the skirt of your dress tightly, and Corlys was surprised by the words you had used to refer to such an act with that monster. Did Aemond know what love was? No, definitely not. Corlys was sure that the prince was not capable of making love to anyone because he was not capable of loving anyone else. "We only read together until late," you replied, not daring to look at your grandfather. You remembered how Aemond had read the High Valyrian parts of the book. You had watched him with fascination while he gloated at seeing how your eyes contemplated him in silence. Brilliant and precious.

"I find it hard to believe you only read," Corlys replied. He didn't doubt you. He doubted Aemond. Taking such a young girl to his chambers just to… read? That had no place in your grandfather's mind. At the end of the day, you were still enemies. "If he did something to you, you can tell me. I'm not going to judge you," he said, trying to reassure you. He knew what one could think of a raped woman, but you only answered incredulously at his words.

"We only read. I swear," you reiterated. It had been a reality check. Anyone who knew that you had visited so late would think the same thing as your grandfather: you had slept together. You felt ashamed. At the end of the day, you knew the weight of the judgment that was on women who slept with a man outside of marriage. "He didn't touch me." you whispered. And a quick thought crossed your mind; You wouldn't have minded if he touched you. You punished yourself again for such a thought. "He asked me to go and read to him every night, that I would assist him like this," you confessed to your grandfather.

"He's a strange man, even when he was young," your grandfather commented as he leaned back in his chair and looked out at the sea. This new turn benefited him in part for his plans. Aemond brought you closer to him without knowing that Corlys was planning to make you one of his main pieces on that board that he had also started playing on. As if it were chess, you were one more pawn for your grandfather. To Aemond, you were the queen, even if he refused to see it.

"Don't wear either of the two pieces of jewellery. I want him to think that you cared about your meeting with him," he ordered as he stood up with difficulty. "It's a pity you don't have sapphire jewellery. If you had dressed with that today…" he mused aloud while you partly breathed in relief.

You didn't want to wear Rickon's outfit any more than you wanted to wear Trystane Gargalen's. The first one, you had not even noticed his presence, while the second one always strutted around like a peacock in your presence. You believed the words Aemond had spoken to you the night before. None of them were worthy of you. It would never be. You needed a different man.

"I could... wear the first dress that Aemond gave me, the green one he gave me in Driftmark," you offered your grandfather as a solution to what you didn't quite know what he was thinking. You looked at him with your eyes wide and awake, more than ever, while he raised an eyebrow inquisitively. You had called the king's hand by his name without further ado, without reference or any title. Your subconscious was betraying you, and the words you used were proof of it. That worried him, but the sea serpent wanted to believe that you would not forget your loyalty to your family. That was impossible.

"No. That would be too cheeky, and you would lose interest from both Stark and Gargalen," your grandfather answered, and you bit your inner cheek. You felt useless. Corlys' thought, you would always continue being something too innocent and without evil that would not serve todevise the strategies, only to be one more piece.

His final reward for you would be to marry either of those two boys. After all, they both seemed crazy about you. Any choice would be the right one, although your grandfather preferred the northerner. His influence would be greater if a war broke out and he married you. Gargalen thus became a simple puppet on which Aemond vented all his jealousy in the tournament. You would end up controlling the prince. The sea serpent was sure of it. You would control it and deliver the final blow. "Today is the final tournament. I want you to sit by his side again and laugh, say thank you, caress his hand, give him your best sidelong glance..." You blushed at your grandfather's audacity. "…but, be discreet."

"I don't know how to do those things," you whispered. You wanted to do each and every one of those things, but you knew it wasn't right. Aemond was the murderer of half your family, and you didn't understand why your grandfather asked you to do those things. It was something indecent, prohibited and dishonest.

"Of course, you know how to do them. You are already a woman." Corlys was relentless in his words and brought you back to a reality that your father had tried to hide from you out of fear; you were already a woman, and you could awaken both the good and the bad in any man.

"My ass is starting to hurt from sitting here," Aegon complained bitterly as he sat down to watch the last of the tournament days in his honour. Beside him, Helaena, holding Aemond's hand, stood beside him in worrying silence. With each passing day, the queen's weakness and self-absorption began to show more, and the king's hand was glad that this was the last day. He didn't think the queen could last another day like this without breaking.

"At least the views are beautiful," the king commented sarcastically as he looked straight ahead and watched you and, Jaehaera and Mariam leaning against the balustrade of the box and waiting for the tournament to begin. "You could bring her to my chambers tonight. As a reward for how well I've behaved these days," Aegon smiled macabrely just as Aemond passed by. The king watched in amusement as his brother tried to ignore him as he made his way to his seat below the king. He clenched his fist as his brother listened. Aegon would always know what key to play, even if Aemond considered himself such an extremely cold being.

You were still supported watching the participants of that day when you noticed Aemond's presence. You only told Jaehaera that you would watch the tournament from your seat that day and elegantly went to your place next to Aemond. That day your grandfather had sat a few seats away talking to the coin counselor, pretending he was interested in what he owed and trying to give you and Aemond more privacy.

You smiled at him with a slight nod and sat down next to him. You saw a small smile of triumph at the corner of the lip of the king's hand. You knew it was because you weren't wearing any of the jewellery they had sent you that morning, and the one-eyed man raised his glass to his lips before speaking to you. His only eye fixed on you while you sat by his side under the watchful eye of the princess. Jaehaera wasn't stupid, at least not as stupid as her uncle. He narrowed his eyes and sat back in his seat. He wanted to find out what you were talking about.

"You look very beautiful this morning, Lady Velaryon," Aemond fawned as you chuckled sweetly, looking straight ahead. A smile that could have been faked, as your grandfather thought it was from the side of his eye, but it wasn't. You liked that he had told you that "Iksā sīr gevie " he whispered to you in High Valyrian. He himself had seen how your eyes lit up when you heard him speak it the night before. You blushed without knowing what he had said.

"I envy you, my prince," you whispered back, and he leaned back so he could better hear your whispers. Seen from the outside, you almost looked like a couple in love,and you were surprised at the game that you had started almost unconsciously. You saw Aemond cross his legs and clear his throat. Little did you know of masculine nature, but Aemond had only crossed his legs to avoid showing something going on in his body every time you complimented him or just stared at him. "I wish I knew as much as you." You saw how the prince smiled, satisfied at such a compliment, and although you didn't see it, Jaehaera sighed and rolled her eyes. This was a very simple flirtation, but the princess did not think that either you or Aemond knew much about flirting.

"Today I have selected a legend from Ancient Valyria for our reading tonight," he whispered in your ear without giving any reaction, although he had spent a good part of his breakfast looking for that book that he remembered only having read once before. The night before, you had read about dragons. Tonight, he would indulge you, and you would read a love story.

Women liked those things, and after all, it was reading. That was what Aemond said to himself as he took the book that morning and left it in his chambers. You wouldn't sleep together that night, but you'd like that book. He was sure of it. Those days without your presence had helped him realize how much he wanted you. He wanted to treat you, at least for the moment, to show himself as the gentleman he had never been to any lady, although his mind repeated over and over again how ridiculous he looked. He was older than you, and he was playing distraction when it was more than obvious that he wanted much more than for you to just read to him at night. For now, he would settle for just that.

"I'm only counting the moments until tonight arrives," you told him sincerely, with shining eyes, as if that moment in which you were reading together was the only safe moment of the day where you didn't feel defenseless or insecure. Aemond liked what he had seen in your face, and he only looked ahead satisfied and proud, as if his grand strategy of having taken you for a simple night to read with him had worked. You looked ahead and, following your grandfather's orders, timidly brushed your hand with his as you placed them on your lap. You saw him smirk even more.

"Me too," he said again, pursing his lips, completely absorbed in the triumph that he himself was taking over you. At that moment, the last day of the tournament began, and the king, as always, wished the participants luck. Aemond tensed again when he heard his older brother's voice, and you looked at your grandfather again with a serious face. Corlys nodded in satisfaction and again saw Jaehaera watching you intently as you looked straight ahead.

The tournament began without any apparent surprise. Daeron won every joust he entered that day. He dedicated each victory to the princess, who accepted them with graceful and subtle nods. Trystane Gargalan had also managed to qualify for that last day, and you saw him always appear on his small and light steed, rearing up as he charged his opponents. He had also dedicated every victory of that day to you. Aemond had tensed each time you had risen to thank him, and if things could still get better for the prince, a young man in northern garb stood before you.

Hands in front of you and clasped together, Rickon Stark stood before you. At least you assumed it was him. You looked at your grandfather quickly, but the old man was now with who you assumed to be Cregan Stark. They both laughed, and you saw Aemond clench his jaw as the young northerner, always short on words, continued in front of you.

"My lady. I was wondering if I could sit next to you," You heard him say with his thick northern accent, and you saw how Aemond tensed even more. You swallowed hard. At one point, your mouth was dry, and you didn't know what to say to such an offer. You were just about to say something when your grandfather appeared on the scene.

"I hope the hand of the king will excuse the intrusion of such a young boy." Corlys laughed as Aemond ignored him, almost ignoring you again. He got up again and disappeared like the day your grandfather had praised young Gargalen at length. You only seemed disappointed to see how Aemond left, and the young Stark only noticed your disappointment and discomfort.

He, too, began to feel uncomfortable. Undoubtedly, he did not expect that reaction from the woman that his father himself had told him would be his wife. Cregan Stark introduced himself and his son, and you smiled warmly and politely. Your grandfather suggested that you be left alone, and Cregan Stark sat next to your grandfather and the councilors while Rickon took the place next to you, but not Aemond's place. The king's hand would have to return at some point, wouldn't it? You consoled yourself by telling yourself that he would show up. You realized at that moment that Rickon had bruised knuckles and a black eye. Little did you know of the confrontation he had had the night before, but Rickon Stark hoped to crush Trystane's hopes when he saw the two of you sitting next to each other. It wasn't just about you anymore; it was about how the southerner had nearly knocked him out in front of all his men the night before.

"You didn't like the jewelry?" he asked seriously, in a tone very similar to the one the princess always used. They were the boys who had seen the war. Rickon was very similar in age to Jaehaera and was not given to partying or having fun. His tone of voice was the sign of a maturity reached too soon. "I thought you would wear it today," he answered honestly. He had watched you every day of the tournament from a distance. He had seen you laugh with your friends. Deal with the queen and chat with your grandfather. He had been your fiancé from the day you were born until the victory of the greens, and he thought you knew of his existence, although nothing could be further from the truth. "It was a simple set, but…"

"It was very nice, thank you very much, my lord," you replied with a smile, and Rickon smiled back or at least with an attempt at being as cheerful as he could be.

"It is very strange that grey quartz crystallizes," he began by saying, explaining the process of those stones that he had selected for you. He was a nice, simple and humble man. It wasn't like Gargalen, but it wasn't like Aemond either. He was a boy raised harshly in the north, where he explained to you during the tournament that it wasn't that bad either. He told you about the many benefits of his home, and he assured you that you would feel more than comfortable. You kept watching the tournament between each of the things Rickon told you about Winterfell.

You continued to watch the tournament, and all you thought about was how much you missed Aemond. The young Gargalen appeared in one of the final matches. His smile faltered at that moment when he saw you next to Rickon. Hadn't he hit the northerner hard enough the night before to explain who you were from? The young southerner spurred his horse hard and determined that he would win this tournament. He would name you the queen of love and beauty. How could you not marry the man who gave you such a title? You weren't wearing his jelwellery, but you weren't wearing anything to indicate that you'd accepted Rickon's betrothal, either.

However, Trystane was young and perhaps too impulsive. He wanted to impress you. He was sure he had been doing it all morning, but at that moment, he wanted it even more. Forcing his horse to the limit, he charged at his opponent, exploding his wooden spear against that Tyrell's shield. You looked at him in amazement, annoying Rickon with your attitude, but it was just as always because of the technical display of that young boy. For a moment, you imagined that it was Aemond himself who was duelling to name you the beauty queen of that tournament. But all the fantasy disappeared when his opponent dismounted him. A huge roar was heard in that arena while the young man fell to the ground with all his weight. His armor creaked. And even you got up from your seat to see if he was okay. You heard the king's laughter right behind you. Even Rickon got up from his seat to see that the young southerner was okay.

Ser Gargalen, the young man who had dreamed of winning in your name, struggled to his feet, ashamed and dejected. The only thing that gave him hope was seeing your worried face as he left the lists helped by his squire. Seeing your face, he only thought of a plan for the two of you that night. He couldn't name you a beauty queen, but you would be one with his heart if everything went well. Trystane Gargalen was a fool who thought too much about fairy tales, just   another side of the same thing that Rickon Stark was, even if he boasted that he wasn't.

That night, you would find out why.

[occasionallyprosie]

A Thousand Ways

Chapter 10: "Granting Mercy To Those Who Never Offered Any"

The Chain ends up in Legend's Hyrule again, and Legend does his best to not have a total breakdown while dragging the Chain to retrieve the Ether, Bombos, and Quake Medallions as well as his Pegasus Boots from the knights who arrested him.

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Read On AO3 Warnings: Torture aftermath

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The next era was a pleasant surprise. Time's Lon Lon Ranch was there the moment they stepped through the portal.

He decided not to think about the connotations of that and just pulled his hand from Hyrule's. He stayed quiet as he stuck with them. He was looking around the ranch, noting that it was, in fact, the same layout as his grandparents' farm, if one put a few gardens and crop fields around, it was the same. But Lon Lon was a ranch, while his grandparents' place was a farm.

Legend wanted to go home. He wanted his attic bed, the starlight window; he wanted to wake up just before the warm colors of dawn and do the morning chores before his grandparents even woke up. He hadn't been home properly in... since just after Lorule and that whole chaos.

He wanted some time to breathe, relax, and come to terms with what had happened--which was apparently months ago--enough that the mere thought of confronting those shoved-back memories didn't fill him with fear and panic.

They stayed at the ranch, but Legend found himself never quite alone, much to his increasing annoyance. He'd understood it before, but Lon Lon was a confirmed safe place and it's not like they hadn't made it through multiple portals unseparated.

He understood, really, he did. But honestly it was getting infuriating with how closely they clung to him.

It was only through sheer willpower he didn't snap by the time the next portal came.

They arrived on the other side and he knew exactly where they were the moment he inhaled. The familiar magic filled his lungs and the forests around them murmured its welcome.

"Ugh, where--"

"Mine."

Heads turned toward him. Legend turned his gaze to the eastern, darkening sky, eyes narrowing. 

"My era. Keep up."

"Whoa, it's almost dark," Warriors protested. "This place doesn't seem too bad to camp--"

"It's been roughly three months since we were last here, assuming time has progressed at the same rate, that is three months' worth of black market activity at best and actual usage at worst."

"What do you mean?" Wild asked, keeping pace with him.

"I have these medallions and I had them on me when I got arrested," he explained. "With enough magic, you could completely remap Hyrule via earthquakes, bomb Hyrule castle, or freeze the entire region with any one of those medallions. Very simply, I cannot waste any time with those missing. Make camp if you want, I've survived this long on my own."

Twilight picked Four up, he was struggling to try and keep up. Warriors did the same with Wind, while the rest just seemed to steel themselves and followed.

Legend appreciated that.

He tied his Pegasus bracelet around his wrist, praying to Farore to give him courage and not let him break down if he had to search anyplace remotely prison-looking.

The town was only a couple kilometers to the east. Legend all but stormed his way in, several townsfolk startled and when they saw Legend he heard some rather sharp inhales.

"Oh Lady Farore," one of them hissed. "Link's pissed. Git!" They ushered the others away fast.

In any other situation, if Legend wasn't quickly trying to weave a net of perceived safety around his fraying emotions, he would've found their reactions amusing and a bit concerning. However, he was too preoccupied this time around.

Din's Fire laced up his hand, causing a couple of his companions to yelp as he threw it at the guard station door.

It exploded open.

His power bracelets activating, Legend entered first and grabbed a guard scrambling to draw their blade by the throat and threw them at the next nearest. He pointed his sword at them.

"Very simply," he began, the smoke beginning to clear and the other heroes filing in, "give me my stuff back and I'll spare your lives."

The fear in their eyes was gratifying, but they clearly had too much of it as their words were scrambled and incoherent and eventually just became begging.

"We'll look around," Wild told him. "I think the commander's office might be your best bet for now."

Legend nodded his agreement. "Alright--Don’t bother with the cell block. It won't be worth it."

Sky followed him as he made his way to the office.

He found more knights who saw him and did one of two things: attacked him and were promptly beaten by him or Sky, or they spluttered and ran. The latter ones would get caught by Sky's whip and dragged back, but they never had information.

Legend tested the door to find that it was locked. Before he burned it, Sky stopped him and kicked it open.

Legend was a bit surprised. Sky never struck him as particularly strong, but in comparison to Twilight and Four he figured none of them were "particularly strong."

"So," Legend said as the commander whom Legend remembered vividly scrambled for his blade only to freeze when Legend's own was held to his neck, "last time I was here you took something of mine. A couple necklaces." He pressed his blade against Commander Mason's throat. "I want them back. And I'm not scared of showing you exactly how I have been able to kill Ganon four times over to do so."

The commander looked terrified. "A-Anything we took is in the prisoner's belongings down at the back of their holding cell block! B-Block C! I swear we haven't sold any of it yet!"

Legend wanted to kill him. The fear and pain that bubbled beneath his skin, the slightest tremble of his stance and arm that showed his fear, even if it was near imperceptible. This commander had been there every time, had laughed at him, had taunted him, had hurt him...

Legend forced out a shaky breath and he lowered his sword, glaring at the commander. "Do not take my mercy for weakness, Commander. I have killed far more dangerous beings than you."

He turned his back.

"Let's go, Chosen."

Sky followed him. Legend felt increasingly unsteady. Things were crawling under his skin, ice and fire fought for territory between the bugs that squirmed through his veins. Every new scar, every phantom pain, every last memory of those days were resurfacing fast and he was struggling to keep his breathing steady or even deep enough that he wouldn't pass out.

The cell block wasn't empty, Block C's door was open and Legend felt the pit in his stomach grow. He could smell something wretched even from here.

"Oh, what is that smell," Sky groaned.

He had an awful feeling. Down the hall, he could see Warriors standing in front of one of the last cells.

Oh goddesses, please no.

"Captain!" Sky called. "What're you staring at there?"

Warriors looked over, his face pale and expression stricken.

"Veteran..."

Legend swallowed back everything bubbling up as he marched past. "I told you to leave the cell blocks alone," he managed, voice strained. He reached the back cabinet.

"There's so much blood," another voice croaked. Twilight's voice.

Legend closed his eyes, squeezing them shut. He heard Sky make a strangled noise.

"Oh sweet Lady Hylia," Sky breathed. "Oh, golden three--Vet please tell me it's not--"

"Found them." He interrupted, taking the medallions from a box and his Pegasus Boots from a lower shelf. He put the latter on and shoved the former into his pouch, fully intending to walk past them and just move on.

Warriors caught his arm. "Link," he began, and Legend honest to goddesses flinched.

It was his voice, it was this place, it was the fact that Warriors was a knight and Legend knew that. It was the wretched stench of burnt and rotted flesh, vomit, and various other human excesses. It was the table with a thousand different torture devices sitting on top of it that Legend remembered intimately.

Warriors' voice faded briefly, his grip loosening and Legend jerked his arm from him.

"I said leave it, Captain," he said, ripping the emotions from his voice just to hide them, keeping his head down and his chopped hair blocking their view of his face. "It doesn't matter."

He moved fast enough that they couldn't stop him, calling out for him to wait and to just tell them what had happened.

Legend kept going.

Out in the hallway, the three other heroes following after, he saw another soldier--he knew that face, not their name but that face--who drew their weapon upon seeing him. 

Legend acted on instinct, the final straw holding him together snapping.

Farore's Wind took him outside and he was running. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't see, all he knew was that he wasn't going back.

He was in the forest. It was dark and he was in a forest. Guards wouldn't find him, it was too late, they didn't keep moving this late at night. They made camp and as long as he avoided the light he was safe.

He stumbled, leaning against a tree and trying not to vomit, trying not to scream. He slumped down, curling into a ball in the cradling roots of the trees, and choked out a shaky sob.

Images burned through his mind like wildfire. The cat o' nine tails, the welding metal, the waterboarding, the poison, that jagged, three-sided knife, all of it.

He had been helpless, completely and utterly helpless.

A branch snapped and Legend froze up, going completely silent.

Farore's child?

A fawn stepped toward him, its mother just behind it.

You’re hurt, the mother nuzzled his head gently. Fearful. Are you being hunted, Hero?

Legend swallowed the lump in his throat and shook his head. "No, no--Sorry, I-I'm just--Some people hurt me and I'm not okay in my head because of it."

The fawn nudged his arm and then settled against his side. That's okay. We can help.

The mother seemed to agree. We have missed you, Hero. More will come, your presence is safe.

He nodded shakily. He was fine with that. Honestly, he was tempted to call one of his animal friends, but he didn't want to bother them this late at night.

In time, his sobs grew quiet and calm and by then, a bear had joined them, as well as several squirrels and chipmunks and a fox adolescent.

He heard the padding of more paws and when he looked up he saw a wolf.

No. No no no--

The mother bear growled, drawing to her feet. The fox yipped and snarled too, jumping up between the wolf and Legend.

Stay away! The fox snarled. The Lady's Child doesn't like hounds!

Keep your distance, canine, rumbled the bear.

The wolf made a growling noise, no actual response, and Legend bolted. The deer kept pace with him, and at the mother deer's urging he jumped onto her back.

The forest rushed beside him until the doe came to a stop and he was stumbling to lean against another tree, gasping.

Gnashing white teeth, loud snarling, howls, sniffing--

He hated dogs.

Legend shuddered, letting out shaky gasps and digging the heels of his palms into his eyes.

Link? He raised his head and he recognized the squirrel that prodded him. Connie, a sweet squirrel that had ridden on his shoulder during a whole trek from one village to another. What do you need from us?

He shook his head. "Nothing, I'm sorry to bother you all, I just--I need some time away from other people. I need to breathe for a bit."

Okay. We'll keep the people away! Connie promised him.

Legend smiled softly and he dropped his head to his knees. The deer crowded against him again, now joined by a bobcat in his lap and a bird in his hair.

He let himself relax, finally breathing steadily.

He was fine. He was fine. He had escaped a while ago, and he was fine. Yes, he had been tortured, yes he should have been killed, it wasn't the first time. He was fine.

He was fine.

Dawn came and with it, Legend saw something approaching.

The wolf was back, but it transformed and he realized it wasn't a wolf.

It was Wolfie.

Twilight, now Hylian, knelt on the edge of the small area Legend and his forest friends had occupied. He met Legend's eyes but said nothing, didn't make a move.

The animals murmured, but none moved either.

Legend nudged the bobcat that looked ready to pounce Twilight.

"It's alright," he said, his voice worn and hoarse. "He's okay... Thank you."

The animals were reluctant, but they cleared away and Twilight took that as approval to approach. He didn't come much closer though.

"Vet?" He prompted. "Can I get closer t'you?"

Legend stared at him, the words felt wrong and just unnatural, but he felt far too fragile to not appreciate them. He gave a small nod and Twilight finally moved into his space.

"Can I touch you?" The rancher asked next.

Legend immediately shook his head, probably a bit too quickly and frantically.

"That's okay," Twilight assured softly. "Are you okay?"

He was about to say yes, except his voice caught in his throat and he ended up slumping into himself, letting out a strained whine, and hiding his face against his knees.

Twilight made a shushing sound, soft and soothing. "Hey, hey that's alright. Yer safe now, alright? The forest is protectin' you."

The Lady protects what's hers, the bobcat rumbled, staying stubbornly pressed against Legend's side.

"Everyone's worried," he added. "The Cap'n nearly killed one of them guards there, but Chosen stopped him, said somethin' 'bout you choosin' to spare someone and that we wouldn't'a the right ta kill 'em if you chose ta spare their lives."

He did choose to spare them. He had sworn a long time ago that he wouldn't kill those who were misguided or forced to act the way they did, Octavo had been the origin of that decision and Hilda had been the final straw for it. He would kill those who were those who misguided others, like Agahnim and Yuga.

"They're cursed," he managed to force out. "It's a spell--They don’t--We can't reverse mind-altering spells, we can limit the effects, but... They're only not themselves when I'm around. It's fine."

"S'not fine," Twilight insisted. "Veteran, I saw that cell, I saw those tools. They tortured you, didn't they?"

His throat closed up and Legend couldn't answer. He made another strangled noise and curled in on himself.

"I knew it," Twilight muttered to himself. Then spoke a bit clearer, "Hey, vet--"

Legend threw himself forward. Twilight startled and slipped back a bit, but he caught Legend as he trembled and hid against his chest.

Twilight didn't move or react, he just froze and Legend almost jerked back as if he'd touched flame as a result except Twilight finally moved. His arms wrapped around him and he shifted his body to block and hide as much of Legend's as he could.

Safe, the wolf rumbled, his arms wrapping around Legend's form and he tried desperately not to cry. It was a vain effort frankly, his body trembling and shaking and tears just flowed freely, but Twilight was right there and against all odds he felt safe. Somehow, in the light of day and slightly more clearheaded, the wolf didn't set off the prey instincts that were an integral part of him, instead a deep-rooted familiarity was there and it had him breaking.

"I gotcha," Twilight whispered. It was only a couple of words, a platitude, an assurance, a promise, and goddesses above, Legend believed him. "Yer safe now, nothings gonna touch ya, not so long as I'm here."

He believed him. He believed the rumbling warmth that encompassed him, the tight arms that held him close, the quiet whispers that brushed his hair. He believed him.

"It's going to be alright. Link--Hey, hey kid." His hands moved to cup his face and Legend choked, a strangled, wounded noise escaping him. "You have t'breathe. It's alright, just take a big breath f'r me, okay?"

He tried. He tried to inhale but it was ripped back out of him as more tears fell. He couldn't breathe. He couldn't--

"Hey, hey it's alright, jus' keep breathin' you’re doin' jus' fine."

He couldn't though. He couldn't--Twilight pulled him back against his chest and he could feel the other's breathing. He tried to match it, but each shuddering inhale was punched out by a sob.

When he finally stopped crying, he felt exhausted. His eyes fluttered shut and he was close to falling asleep, even if the sun only just broke over the horizon.

"Hey, you gotta stay awake," Twilight said softly. "Unless you'll let me carry you."

He hummed softly. "Don't... I don't want to go. Safe here."

Twilight made some odd noise, his arms wrapping tighter around Legend. "I know," he rasped, "but we have a quest, remember? An' everyone's prob'bly worried outta their minds for you."

"You’re too clingy," Legend grumbled, tucking himself closer to the goat herd. "All'a ya. I get it an' all, but you don't have to be so clingy."

Twilight sighed and he felt it. "It's probably insufferable, but we thought you'da died, vet. Now you’re back an' I don’t think ya realize how close to death you look."

Legend snorted. He pulled away and Twilight let him go a little. The older hero still held onto him but now he was holding his face and wiping away tear streaks.

"Then we saw that..." Twilight trailed off, eyes searching Legend's face. "You’re not okay, Apple. Don’t lie to me."

Legend gave a wobbly, weak smile. "I haven't been okay since the first time we met, Forest. But it's fine," he pulled Twilight's hands down from his face, "I can handle it. I just need time to do so."

"You shouldn't have to. You’re just a kid."

"I'm as old as you were last time."

"I hadn't been doin' this my whole life. Jus'... let us help you, vet. Please."

He sighed, closing his eyes and letting Twilight just hold him up and keep him from collapsing. A shaky breath escaped him before he nodded.

"Okay, alright."

"Thank you," Twilight murmured, brushing his thumb against one of Legend's new scars. "Thank you for trusting me and for letting me."

He snorted, grinning lazily at him. "Don't thank me, you have to deal with me now."

"I'm pretty sure that's what I was aiming for," Twilight drawled, catching onto the change in tone. "Come on."

Legend yelped as Twilight scooped him up.

"Hey! Put me down!"

"Nope. We're meeting back up with the others an' you’re gonna like it," Twilight decided and it was almost threatening.

"Noooo," he groaned mostly out of dramatics, but he didn't have the energy to try and escape the rancher's hold. He could, easily, in various ways, but he didn't have the motivation to muster the energy required to do so. So instead he just nestled in his arms and turned his face into his chest.

 "Callin' us clingy," Twilight teased. "You’re as bad as m'... my nephew."

Legend grumbled, not verbalizing his immediate thought of: yeah, well, same person different timelines.

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[charmwitch]

I beat Path of Radiance again in Hard Mode tonight and I have to tell you all the stupid thing I had to do in the final battle. I was like, ok, Ike and Soren are A-Ranked. It gives them avoid. I'm going to uh.

Use that against Ashnard.

First off, here's their final stats. I know you're looking at his Tornado and Ike's inventory and going "what" but hear me out. Ike is Soren's packmule and I needed him to carry so many staffs. Anyway.

The Tornados. You're probably wondering about them.

Uhm. Okay, here. Let me, show you what happened.

Hey uh, Ashnard.

My friend Belle who helps me play these games, "You know he's going to oneshot Soren right. You need to get everyone out of there."

"But he's there to give Ike more avoid-"

Belle: ?????????? Well lets see what happens

Uh oh.

Goodbye, Tornado.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN HE IS SURVIVING. (I genuinely believe it is only because I gave him two HP Up items in my playthrough. For funsies.)

THIS WENT ON FOR TEN TURNS AT LEAST? IKE WOULD JUST NOT, AETHER. I had to use Ethers on Soren, physic him with Mist, and then have him heal Ike while giving him the avoid buff. Soren dodged about 70% of the hits, but one hit brought him down to 4 or 5 hp, sometimes 2 hp if he wasn't fully healed.

I've never played Path of Radiance in Hard mode, so the medallion scene caught me off guard. He gets an EVIL PROMOTION?

Uhm, it's at this point I realized Soren needed to leave so I had to do some fancy maneuvering to get him to safety, but he was still able to physic Ike from a distance.

Anyway I beat the game a 2nd time!!! Always glad to see Soren's line here:

here's my top three little guys. Ike went ham near the end of the game. I just let him loose. Soren became a healer for the last five maps.

Incredible run of the game for me. It was just so funny. I might replay RD again soon too, but I wanna spend some time drawing some things these coming weeks (and work on Solstoria)

[triforce-of-mischief]

hi so you said you are open you Legend headcanons and stuff so in your opinion, what's Legend's strongest item (in a battle scenario, sorry Harp of Ages and the millions of instruments he owns)? i haven't played any of his games so i am kinda walking around in the dark rn okay thank you and i hope im not annoying ok bye

hello! sooo im also behind on legend’s games but! in alttp you get these fun medallions:

X

bombos makes an explosion that kills all enemies on screen

ether makes lightning that kills all enemies on screen

quake makes an earthquake that turns all enemies into slime

so i would say bombos medallion! it does use magic tho so he can probably only use it one time without a recharge.

[vintewera]

Epoxy resin necklace

For more please visit my Facebook page VinteWera ❤️ and instagram wercix014

[blueberrychill]

Some of us are trying to bask in moonglow! 🌙🦊

for Insomniasaurus1 on twitter

[ID: A digital painting portrait of a violet tiefling woman, standing in front of a crescent moon in a starless night sky. The artwork has a cold feeling to it and around the moon dance ethereal Arctic foxes. In the background are the roofs of a village and in the foreground are baby's breath flowers. The woman has dark purple hair in a long braid and is smiling looking off to her upper right. She has grey thick horns that curve back around her head and pointed ears. She has grey eyes with black scleras, a medallion around her neck and she's holding a purple cloak over her shoulders. /END ID]

[ultrathinkart]

Here some new entry in my new Pixel Art collection on medallions👾✨️

the background is also made by me🙏

canonical in my universe⚒️💪♥️

1)NFT: Extradimensional energy medallion 💥🧪

2) Imperishable rose of the Ethereal Realm🌹🌬️

3) Magic medallion of the eight weapons⚔️⚔️⚔️⚔️

4) Anun Heart medallion🌋🫀

[soft-persephone]

One Lazy Morning: Doug Renetti x Tina Lewis

Step By Step Ch. 2 

// WC .95k // Warning: Almost nude character. Watching someone sleep // Masterlist

Tina did her best to ignore him. 

She had things she needed to do around her house anyway. She was definitely behind on laundry, she should probably go through her fridge and make sure nothings spoiled, and maybe finally set aside those dresses and skirt sets she needed to take to the dry cleaners. 

But there was something about the way he was spread on the bed in her guest room. 

She had opened the blinds in an effort to wake him up, but that did little to stir him from his slumber. His hair shined in the sunlight, making it look even softer and glossier than it normally would. 

He was so tired last night that he fell asleep as soon as his body touched the bed. 

She remembers easing his medallion off his neck and taking his shirt off his shoulders which was not hard since he barely used any of the buttons. 

However, she did not remember going anywhere near his belt or his pants.

But there he was, laying in the sunlight. His hair formed a raven halo around his face. His cheeks a soft red that matched the color of his chest as it unassumingly rose and fell. The sheet was still intact, only keeping him barely modest as his legs lazed behind him, sparsely less hairy than his chest. 

She was encroaching on a private moment witnessed fewer than one hand could count. 

Perhaps rarer than that. 

She turned to go do her laundry. 

Two loads done, she walked by the door once more to find him still soundly asleep. He had moved from his side onto his stomach. His arm supporting his head underneath the pillow at his head, showing off his broad shoulders and expansive back. The new position led his hair to fawn over his face. The stray curls that laid over his nose moved back and forth with each exhale. 

Now was a good time to go through all her clothes and give away what she hasn’t worn in three years. Why just pull aside the dry cleaning? She could multitask. 

It took her surprisingly two hours. It used to at least take up four, and if it wasn’t done by then, she would usually leave everything where it was and just handle it later when she felt like it. 

Today was not her day. 

She mentally pinched herself. 

She had to wake him up. 

He was usually an early riser, and if she let him sleep this much, he might get upset. Since she was the only other person around, he would take it out on her, and she did not feel like getting fussed at. Not after yesterday.

It was the hottest day of the year, and it might have actually broken a record. 

On top of that, their new distributors were trying to fuck them over because of how new their company was. On a normal day when it wasn’t so hot, Tina would have convinced him to cut their losses and just move onto someone else, but he wanted to take things to a different level, so they ‘would learn not to fuck with us’. Which ultimately led to the worst case of fighting fire with fire in an actual fire that was yesterday's heatwave. 

They were running around all day in the sun blackmailing, threatening, and bartering other people to leave or fight this one trucking company.

It may or not have been a mob, and the mob may or may not be their new distributors. 

She sat on the corner of the bed. He was back on his side. The afternoon sun left him in an equally ethereal glow as the morning. One of his arms dangled lazily over the edge of the bed, the other cuddled into his side.

She brushed her hand up and down his chest in slow motions. A groan rumbled in his chest, making the hair on his skin tickle her fingers, but he didn't rise.

She brushed her hand through his hair, surprisingly dry after the day that was yesterday, and softer than it usually was and equally as fluffy. She fanned his hair out of her face with one hand, moving to draw a finger faintly over his lips with the other. Slightly chapped, but otherwise soft. She moved her hand across his cheek, lightly brushing at his eyebrows. 

They furrowed in response, but otherwise, he did not move. 

Going back to running her hand on the expanse of his chest. She eventually resulted in drawing circular movements along his back. 

He was so warm. She mused to herself. 

There were no lines of worry or anger on his forehead. His brows relaxed and even. 

Tina longed to see him like this more. One day when their hard work pays off, he'd look like this forever. The money would flow in constantly and easily. They wouldn't have to worry about appeasing or mob or anybody fuck them over just because they can.

“Tina.” Low and horse. He moved to sit up, keeping a hand at his waist so not to expose himself.

With one movement of his arm, he grabbed her with one large hand and pulled at her shirt. His other hand grabbed her leg, and pulled it around his, so she could straddle his lap. 

Once he had her where he wanted, he buried his face in the crook of her neck. 

The warmth from his skin radiated off of him. Filling every pore and sense she had. His smell, his touch. . . he was overwhelming her senses.

“How long was I asleep?’

“Long enough.” she huffed softly. “Get the fuck of me so I can finish my chores.”

“Fuck chores.” He laughed lowly in her ear.

[sandimexicola]

Create a surreal portrait that merges elements from multiple images into a cohesive fantasy theme. In the center, a woman with stylized curly hair and intense gaze, wearing intricate armor with winged shoulder plates and circular medallion. Flanking her, a dragon-like creature with horns on one side and a feathered, griffin-like creature on the other. Integrate ethereal blue flora from another world, wrapping around the scene, with the creatures interacting subtly with them. The backdrop features a gothic castle under a moonlit sky, with swirling clouds. Maintain a monochromatic scheme with greyscale tones (#808080), from deep black (#000000) to bright white (#FFFFFF), accented by the striking blue of the flora (#ADD8E6). The mood is majestic and mystical, the quality high and cinematic, with no visual aberrations, filling the entire image with these combined details.