#Saria Writes

[mokadevs]

you've given me nothing to miss

[kurozu501]

do you ever just remember how one of the most effective things parvis said to get silence to lose faith in saria was essentially "do you really think she would ever choose YOU over everything?" and silence with her low self esteem really didn't believe saria would.

Then in the end saria really did choose them over everything, left her defense director job and her whole life up to that point behind for the sake of silence and ifrit. and silence still doesnt even know. do you ever think about that and lose your mind a little bit.

[arkiwii]

ok I'm about to pass out from exhaustion after pulling an all nighter and reading this ~140 000 words long event so allow me to scream a little bit before

AHEM SPOILERS BELOW FOR THE ENTIRETY OF THE EVENT

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEARAAAA

WUEUERUEYTEEEEUEEE????GHHJGHHHGGGGXJJJhjhjwff,,

FUCKING EVAPORATES AND DIES. EXPLODES. IMPLODES. PERISHES ON THE SPOT. DIES A MILLION TIME.

ok good night this event made me cry so much im not alright anymore

[lykieu]

You wonder if you've ever taken the time to watch the sky: white and wanton brushstrokes, colouring the curve of the earth, green sinking into blue.

(Sink you will, into this familiar shape, bowed, curl of her smile, crescent of each embrace. You think of softer thoughts and it shocks you like static, that flinch in the pit of your smouldering heart. You didn't believe in making peace with it. Now you can't remember the war.)

Sink you will, into the soft grassy knolls of the isle, the cliff you find yourself standing on, surrounded by dandelions sprinkled like the land reflecting the stars. You had believed that once, stalwart in your stance, that something so dull could appear so bright in the right company, with the right promise. And you had thought it would last. But as with the dirt beneath your feet, everything returns to dust, and only the ocean could ever come close to mirroring the sky. Deep in your mind, you know you shouldn't have tried to become anything other than what you are: a boulder to step on, stone pillar of regret.

The nature of the isle is blustery and remote. Sanctuary claimed in the aftermath of loss: a cottage by the ocean, she had insisted, for reasons you may never fully understand.

Gusts of wind whip through your hair and your clothes, embedding you in seasalt and the sounds of gulls high above. They soar so freely as you watch, dipping and hovering just out of reach, wings expanded like parachutes to carry them away at a moment's notice. How you've never envied that more.

Hours pass by and you come to lay down entirely. It's simply you and billowing grass tickling at your sides. You and the greying horizon, the incoming storm from across the sea. You and your thoughts and your grief and your newfound joy. Concentrate on what you've held onto with bleeding fists. Concentrate on the present, not the absent; on the catch, not the fall.

Heavy eyelids close to the first raindrops against your skin. They slip down your cheeks, icy beads to join a single crystal tear.

“I knew I'd find you here.”

Ah. The gulls dissipate. The waves pause. Your heart freezes in distant panic.

Above you appears a bright yellow umbrella. And peering down—is Muelsyse. Your pulse settles at the scent of autumn flowers, settles like a great descent, a coming home.

“Hey.��� Your voice is hoarse but you smile faintly at her. You don't move.

She crouches down, spinning the umbrella absently in her grip like a watery halo, angel of your heavy heart. She speaks casually, even if you both know the moment is not. “What are you doing out in the rain?”

You allow her to brush your damp cheek, and you know she can tell from just a touch that one particular droplet did not originate from the sky. Her expression stirs, then softens. She runs her thumb beneath your eye, then raises it to her lips.

“I was resting,” you say, watching each motion, content to keep your whole weight upon the earth, where the only view is her and beyond.

“I hope so,” Muelsyse replies. She slides her tongue over her thumb before bending down to kiss you.

It's salty.

“You've needed this for a long time,” she says, tender in your ear. She combs through your hair with one hand as the other releases its grip on the umbrella. It falls to the ground and the sky opens up. Pouring, pelting, soaking. She joins you, drops into your arms, into the green of steady bounds, and buries deep into your shoulder. Still, you don't move other than to pull her close.

Soon, the storm becomes a soothing rhythm, an icy thrum against your skin. You allow another droplet to escape the corner of your eye, then another, and another, until they run rapids down your face, merging into rivers that you hope will drown your sorrow.

You remain as still as you can, as quiet as you can. The only disturbances come from the shuddering of your lungs, and even these sounds are swept away by the wind.

Muelsyse doesn't speak, only holds onto your shirt for dear life. It seems like you would both fall from some unknown precipice should she let go. So she doesn't. Couldn't. And she whispers just above the storm, something that makes the planet halt its spinning.

“I miss her, too.”

You know now that this ache inside may never truly leave.

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[dlartistanon]

Tried to write again. This week's art is actually a fic

[the-delta-42]

No Longer You

No Longer You

Link stumbled over the rocks, he’d heard of a prophet from the Skullkid. They said that he could see the future, he could tell Link the way back to Hyrule. He had to get back to Hyrule, he had to get back to Zelda, and Darunia, Ruto, Nabooru, Impa, Saria. He had to get home.

He dislodged some rocks, knocking them into a deep, endless pit. Swallowing, Link continued onwards, before coming to a large circle, with someone sitting on the ground, facing away from him.

Link opened his mouth, before the man spoke.

“I am the prophet,

with the answers you seek.

Time, I’ve unlocked it,

I see past and future running free.”

The Prophets voice was almost melodical.

“There is a world,

Where I help you get home.

But, that’s not a world I know.”

“What?” Rasped Link, ice filling his veins.

“I see a song of past romance,

The sacrifice of man.

I see portrayals of betrayals,

And a warriors final stand.

I see you on the brink of death!

I see you draw your final breath!

I see a man who gets to make it home alive,

But it’s no longer you.”

Link staggered back, “No. No, this can be,” He panted, “I’ve suffered and sailed through the toughest of hells and now you tell me, my effort’s for nothing?!”

“I see your kingdom,

Coated in red.

Faces of friends,

Who had long believed you’re dead!

I see the Princess,

with a man who is haunting.

A man with a trail of bodies.”

“WHO?!” Bellowed Link, grabbing his sword, Zelda was going to be in danger.

“I see a song of past romance,

The sacrifice of man,

Portrayals of betrayal

And a warrior’s final stand.

I see you on the brink of dead,

I see you draw your final breath!

I see a man who makes it home alive.

But, it’s no longer you.”

With that last word, the prophet vanished, leaving Link along in the cave.

[prettycottonmouthlamia]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 明日方舟 | Arknights (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Saria (Arknights), Ifrit (Arknights) Summary:

Saria gets a birthday present for the first time, and it helps her begin to confront her feelings on the past.

[sleepyy-27]

*insert crappy rushed art here* I decided to write a small fic to go with the day one art so here it is :P

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Whumptober

Alt prompt forgotten

Warning: mention of death but it has a nice end to make up for some of the sadness ig :P

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He woke up no idea where he was, actually he didn’t know who he was, was he even a he? And why were his hands transparent? Everything around this strange place he found himself in had been dark except a ball of light.

Has that always been there?

It seemed the ball of light noticed him and floated towards the boy, it glowed blue, he could see it had beautiful wings? Was that what those called? He recalled multiple words but didn’t know the meaning to them except one, forgotten.

Maybe that’s where he is a place called "Forgotten", maybe he didn’t do anything so he was left behind here? He has so many thoughts and he had finally noticed the little ball of light saying something.

“Hey!”

“Look!”

“Listen!”

“Watch out!”

“Hey!”

He recognized her immediately her name was Navi, and for some reason wet stuff rolled down his face.

“Link!”

Was that his name? He didn’t know but she said it again while trying to wipe the tears that rolled down his face.

So that’s his name, Link.

He looked down at his hand, there was a strange shaped rock, no rock wouldn’t be the right word he knew that much at least, cause it was hollow with man made holes in it, there was a point that stuck out and it was a little long. Gold had wrapped that bit and three triangles had been engraved, he noticed that same mark on his own had the bottom right one being darker than the rest.

What was that called again?

“Link, do you not remember me?” The ball of light, no, Navi asked, floating in front of his face.

Remember. Why did he recognize her and that word?

Everything came back slowly but too fast, his vision blurred due to the amount of liquid, no, tears that had came out of his eyes, he expected to be alone in this moment but there was something small and tiny but comforting wrapping its tiny arms around his cheek.

“N-Navi?” He, no that’s not right, Link shakily said he noticed his hands weren’t transparent and instead he had been wearing armor now, he noticed he was much taller and this dark place wasn’t dark anymore.

His legs crumbled under himself as Navi whispered “I knew you would find me again, let’s go home now forest boy.” And all of a sudden he was back as a child in his green tunic, Saria was sitting on her usual stump, playing her tune on her ocarina, he felt a hand on his shoulder, he looked up to see a young red haired girl wearing clothes that gave her away as Malon, the girl from Lon Lon ranch. “C’mon fairy boy let’s go!” Malon spoke voice gentle as she helped stand up.

He knows he wasn’t forgotten in the end and he took his own ocarina and started playing with Saria as Malon sat right beside him, Navi floating around the three glowing brightly.

He may have died and been forgotten physically but he would never be forgotten here.

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(Sorry if there’s any grammar mistakes I wrote this in the span of like idk almost 40 minutes sorry it’s short ;-;)

[coconi]

Summary:

There are tales of a mortal who was once taken in by the Kokiri: a young boy, orphaned and fairyless, who would one day save Hyrule from a terrible evil. Hero of Time, some call him — at least, those who still remember his journey. Before we knew him as such, however, he was simply a boy called Link. And though he would face much sorrow and hardship later in life, the story behind his name is one filled with wonder, a little chaos, and a generous pinch of cooking.

Or: The Kokiri are given an infant to care for, and he needs a proper name and nourishment. A cooking competition ensues.

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We were given permission to post our Homemade in Hyrule Volume 2 pieces, so here's mine 😊 A light-hearted (and very food-centric!) take on how OoT Link got his name and his place among the Kokiri 🍃🌿Featuring beautiful spot art pieces by @koobiie 🩷

(If you'd like to snatch a copy of the zine, leftover sales are open right now!)

[leithanienwnt]

I fucking love hearing why people love their favourite characters. People can post huge multi paragraph essays on how they got that character and why they connected with them and I will read that shit every time

[mokadevs]

“The more time passes, the more I'm sorry about it. We shouldn't have done it… We did not learn enough from this mission to justify the death of the dog.”

- Oleg Gazenko on Laika, the first dog sent to space.

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Saria justifies a world post-Kristen.

[kurozu501]

THEY WERE SO CUTE AND IN LOVE AND I AM SO SAD AUGH

[arkiwii]

hey who wants to cry! i have a new fic who just came out of the oven

It's one I had in mind for a long time, because I realized that both Ifrit's and Ptilopsis's operator records had the same conclusion: they're both dying, they both know, but regardless, they both want the ones they love to be happy. And I really really wanted to write something with both bounding over this

prepare some tissues because i cried writing this

[laikaflash]

which soulcalibur ships do you want to see explored more or become endgame? are there any that you want to be canon that arent necessarily so? are there any you have that most people havent really considered before?

(Sorry for the extra long wait. This was partly done back in March, but the rest is on me for forgetting to check my drafts. OTL)

Off the top of my head, here are the ones I'd like to see explored more:

Hwang/Mi-na: This one grew on me after Hwang's Soul Chronicle. (See the end of Chapter 8 where Mi-na tells him "I just... want you to let me help you for once...") I consider it potentially endgame, so I'm hoping they get more time together in-story to build to something.

Z.W.E.I./Viola: Seems to be farther off in the grand scheme of things but I'm hoping to see where the new timeline is going with these two. Especially with Iska Zwei (I assume).

Siegfried/Salia: At full risk of sounding like a broken record... She's been holding their group together since he snapped and dammit, I hope she follows him to Ostrheinsburg. （ ＴДＴ）This sort of bleeds into to the next questions because I don't see this pairing a lot (and I've looked). Again, I'm glad Salia finally got some screentime (aside from Quick Match in Broken Destiny); it just sucks that she was relatively obscure for so long.

are there any that you want to be canon that arent necessarily so? are there any you have that most people havent really considered before?

I'm putting these together because I don't think I'm all that adventurous with shipping. I tend to have a few pairings that I gravitate to; for just about anything else: sometimes I get it, sometimes I don't. I don't have any that wouldn't come off as a stretch in canon (which is one reason my Mitsurugi/Taki WIP is an AU).

A recurring curse that seems to have followed me from other fandoms is that I glom onto a pairing of side characters, which leaves me with a sparse selection of fanwork to check out if I'm lucky. So chances are I'm going to be the one person on Ao3 who posts anything Shugen/Anju (whenever I get around to that), but if I'm the first, so be it.

[digitalsatyr23]

Ocarina of Time Fanfic (Ch11)

It's taken a long time, but we're finally at the halfway point. Impa tries to escape with Princess Zelda while Saria fights her way into Castle Town, slaying monsters and saving townsfolk. Then, in the Temple of Time, our heroes finally confront Ganondorf, learning of the Gerudo's true intentions. Is it possible to break free from one's destiny, or are we but slaves to the machinations of fate?

[smithalspersonal]

"I've written enough on Rhine Lab, surely I can focus on other things." I say to myself. *nearly 6k words written in one day later* Anyway, a very self-indulgent what-if about a certain manga was left on Silence's home desk.