#Twelve Legends

[aintgonnatellyouwhy]

Gu Jiacheng (谷嘉誠)

[knight-of-aether]

"He sits there for another two hours, with Legend cradled tightly in his arms, the lantern glowing in his grasp, a small island of warmth and light in the cold darkness. With nothing but his memories, and the slow, quiet draw of Legend’s breath, to keep him company."

First time sharing my Linked Universe fanart here, after lurking in the fandom for years - I was emboldened to do so by @kikker-oma 's lovely Fan Joy July event. This illustration is for Clearing the Air, a story by Sinnatious which has embedded itself deep into my psyche and refuses to leave. It's genuinely great writing - go read it if you haven't and enjoy heavy angst, wilderness survival, and old men being absolutely, perfectly, 100% fine, thank you very much.

[nuclearbleu]

Hello, Do-gooders!

[backwards-blackbird]

Can you draw Lin and Amon fighting?

At your service. Hope a good ol' fashioned fist fight will scratch the itch, anon!

(Lin doesn't wrap her hands because she's a bad bitch. Any questions)

[asocial-lobster]

Peaceful Magic

Day 03: Nature walk and "I'm sorry, when did we step into paradise?"

“It’s just a little further up ahead!”

“Wild, you said that an hour ago,” Warriors protested. “I’m starting to think you’re just leading us in circles.”

The teen grinned down at him from a ledge, his blond hair snapping behind him in the wind. The champion always looked the most at ease far from civilization, but sometimes he could pass for a mischievous forest spirit with the crooked grin and the way his feet and hands could find purchase on even the steepest hills. Warriors had long ago stopped worrying – okay, worrying too much – that the teen was going to fall. The kid must be half mountain goat.

Twilight, on the other hand, was shooting Wild worried looks from his place in the group. He hadn’t said anything against it when Wild scuttled off, unwilling to take away something the younger kid clearly found joy in. He just wasn’t as good at hiding his unease as Warriors, and Four had valiantly thrown himself into the task of keeping Twilight distracted. Right now the smithy had claimed half his attention by telling some story about the forge in Four’s home.

“Where are we even going?” Hyrule asked. He was eyeing the cliff like he desperately wanted to take a shot at climbing himself, which had Warriors feeling much more alarmed. The traveler was a great adventurer and liked running off with Wild whenever they got the chance, but he wasn’t much of a climber. Luckily, Legend was keeping a keen eye on his brother’s back. Warriors had no doubt the veteran would intervene before anything happened.

“You’ll see!” Wild yelled mysteriously back and turned back to face the cliff. In the blink of an eye, he had scaled another twenty feet and was out of yelling distance.

“Well, that’s not ominous at all,” Legend remarked dryly.

“Don’t be so grumpy, Vet,” Wind complained. “Come on!”

He grabbed Legend and Hyrule around the wrists and dragged them with him. Warriors shared an exasperated look with Time. Some of the younger heroes had so much energy. They’d been forced to deal with one of Wild’s lynels just earlier today, and it was getting late. And yet Wind and Wild’s excessive energy still had them running circles around the group.

“You don’t get to complain,” Warriors told him. “You were just as bad when you were a kid.”

Time just chuckled.

Wild suddenly appeared from behind a boulder and nearly scared poor Sky to death.

“Wild! What’s going-”

“We’re here!” Wild exclaimed cheerily. He sprang down in front of them and spread out his arms.

“Welcome to-” he walked backwards under an arch of stone and gestured to the place behind him, “Mount Satori!”

The Chain scuttled closer to see what he was pointing to. When Warriors caught sight of it, his jaw dropped.

It was a small plateau at the heart of the mountain. A shallow lake filled most of it, the still water a perfect mirror of the starry sky. A tree with pink blossoms stood on the far bank, the moonlight filtering through the leaves like silvery magic. Fairies fluttered around the flowers, and small, blue creatures with golden antennae cuddled beneath the tree canopy. Blupees.

“I’m sorry, when did we step into paradise?” Legend asked quietly, awe shining through his voice. “What is this place?”

A nearby blupee cracked open an eye, and for a moment Warriors thought they might have ruined the peaceful scene. But the rabbit-like creature didn’t turn to run, instead just staring warily at them from its cuddle pile.

“It’s home to the Lord of the Mountain,” Wild said. His eyes had always been eerily blue, but right now more so than ever. They shone like the blupees’ fur, bioluminescent in the dark. He looked back at them with a gentle smile.

“Wait here for a moment.”

Wild took a few steps forward while the rest of the Chain held their breath. He reached the shore of the lake and stepped into it. Everyone was watching him now, even the blupees.

“Lord of the Mountain,” Wild said. “We come to your home in peace. Please grant us sanctuary for the night.”

Suddenly, the lake lit up with blue light. Wild stood as a silhouette against it, in Warriors’ eyes more akin to a spirit than ever. Then the light pooled together in the middle of the lake, slowly rising and taking the form of a four-legged creature.

It had shining, blue fur and golden antennae that looked like a wreath of laurel leaves. Its face was flat with a white mane and four burning eyes. Perhaps strangest of all, its hooves didn’t touch the ground. Instead, it stood on the surface of the water.

The spirit – because even Warriors, who didn’t have a lot of experience with such things, could recognize this creature as a spirit – bowed its head towards Wild. The young boy seemed to have anticipated this and opened his cupped hands to reveal a wildberry within them. He offered it to the spirit, which nimbly plucked it from his fingers and swallowed it. It looked at the Chain, and Warriors could almost feel a physical weight from its intense stare.

“These are my brothers,” Wild explained. “They mean your family no harm.”

The spirit turned back to Wild and blinked slowly.

“Thank you,” Wild said and bowed to it. The spirit lightly trotted away – making no sound as it walked – and laid down to rest under the tree. A gaggle of blupees immediately settled down in a pile next to it. One of them climbed up its neck and laid down on top of its head between the antennae.

Wild walked back to the rest of the group, grin wide on his face.

“We can stay here tonight,” he said. “And we won’t have to set a watch. The Lord of the Mountain will look out for us.”

“This is a sacred place,” Sky stated the obvious, eyes still locked on the Lord of the Mountain. “Are you sure we won’t disturb it?”

“Maybe no yelling, pranks, or wrestling tonight,” Wild answered. “But other than that, we’re welcome to stay.”

Warriors glanced at Time. The Old Man had already attracted the attention of two fairies, and they were currently circling his head. He had that odd, wistful look on his face, which meant he was thinking about Kokiri Forest. Time had healed a lot since Warriors first met him during the War of Eras, but the older man still longed to return home sometimes.

“Well, someone’s popular,” Legend remarked. Warriors turned to see Hyrule being mobbed by fairies, several of which were already using his hair as a nest. Hyrule blushed.

“They can sense that I’m part fairy, I think.”

A few of the less magically attuned Links stood awkwardly to the side, unsure of how to approach the situation. Wild smiled gently.

“Come on! Sit down and relax. They’ll come to you if they want to.”

They followed his advice. Warriors sat cross-legged and watched as his brothers slowly settled down. It was a nice evening. The mountainsides shielded them from the wind, and a summerly warmth coated the place.

A blupee waddled over to Legend and sniffed at his clothes. Apparently pleased with what it found, it wiggled onto his lap and laid down. Legend cautiously lowered a hand to scratch it behind the ears, and it purred. Warriors didn’t even know a blupee could purr.

Another blupee came to join it.

“Do you want to borrow the crystal?” Twilight asked and held a hand to his neck. Legend frowned.

“Why?”

“Because I think your new friends would enjoy getting some cuddle time,” he smiled and nodded towards the piles of cuddling blupees. “And I’m not using it right now anyway.”

Legend and Twilight kept eye contact for a solid moment before the veteran relented and held out his hand. He transformed when the crystal touched his fingers, leaving behind only a small, pink bunny in a vest. Just as Twilight had predicted, the blupees stockpiled on top of him the moment he changed forms. Soon, Warriors could only see a single pink ear through the pile of purring blupees.

Click.

“That better not be Wild or Wind taking pictures,” Legend grumbled from somewhere beneath the blue fur. Wind ignored him and took another picture.

Warriors laid down on the grass and relaxed. Ever since the war, he’d hadn’t felt safe, but a night like this one was about as close as it got. The idea of anything bad happening at a place like this felt almost absurd.

He didn’t notice the blupee until it was right by his face.

“Oh, hello there,” he whispered. “Did you come to say hi?”

It hopped closer and nuzzled against his neck. Normally, something like that would have been enough to induce a panic attack, but Warriors felt strangely calm, like the water of the lake had made itself home in his mind, too. The blupee’s fur felt so different from human skin, and that made it much easier to bear.

The blupee crawled onto his chest. It looked down on him from up there, big orange eyes staring into his blue ones.

Click.

Warriors sighed happily and ignored the clicking of Wind’s Picto Box. It had been a long day, and he was finally allowed to rest. He was safe and warm, a blupee with soft fluffy fur purring on his chest.

A night like this had to be cherished. Warriors closed his eyes and let himself enjoy it.

[seaweedstarshine]

Listen is so great you don't understand. It's an episode about mental illness. And some people point out that some of the things that happen (the kid under the blanket, the airlock mechanism triggering) are on the surface unlikely, but that's the exact point. The Doctor is not an objective narrator, I mean this is the episode that starts with him sitting on top of the TARDIS in space speechifying, we see it in the way he frames it, so we see these ordinary things (a mischievous child, a dead ship breaking down) in the uncanny way he sees them—

—and because he is the Doctor, because he is the person who bad guys pause their plans to listen when he talks, because he is charismatic and impressive and the Oncoming Storm—

—because he's the Doctor, Clara (and baby Danny and Orson) start to believe him, until they arrive on Gallifrey, until Clara sees the root of his trauma, and she understands.

And it doesn't matter if this creature is a delusion or not, it only matters that it scares him, because fear is a superpower, and the way he responds to the reality he experiences is why he's the Doctor.

What. an. icon.

[irunoart]

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[melmedarda]

Can't stop thinking about the thoughts Mel must have had after waking up to an empty bed. She had just laid her heart bare, given her body to Jayce and to wake up the next morning alone?

When he returns to her, she tells him there's a lot he doesn't know about her. She'd shared such an intimate part of her the night before, but she doesn't want Jayce to feel like he knows her. Because if he thinks he knows her, he must have not considered her worthy of staying for. She likely thought that he had gotten what he wanted from her and cast her off.

And why should Mel think this? A woman who is so wealthy, so beautiful, so accomplished and powerful? Because her mother had seen her and cast her off. Her family had disowned her because she was not good enough in their estimation. So all those twelve years that she's been in exile, and her mother has not visited her or called her back to her side, Mel likely thought she was not good enough. All those twelve years, she was just a girl trying hard enough to be.

And then Jayce comes, bares his heart to her as well. Lets her see him in his weakness, in his uncertainty. Shows her how much he values her, wants her around, how highly he holds her opinion. Even when he knows. Perhaps, because he knows her heart. Values it and the compassion she holds within her. And she finally feels good enough.

Only for her mother to come, and tell her it's time to come back home, to be at her side. Only after her brother is dead. When there is no other choice. So yes, of course Mel chooses Jayce, Piltover, and the legacy of peace they've begun to forge. Her family disowned her. Now, she disowns them too.

[lacunacoil-moved]

Arcane Gifs (3/?)

Jinx • 1x05: Everybody Wants to Be My Enemy

[zionistsinfilm]

When you buy or stream Chicago, The Mask of Zorro, Ocean’s Twelve, Prodigal Sun, Wednesday, Queen America, you’re giving money to zionists. Catherine Zeta-Jones supports the Zionist entity.

[captainritsuu]

"botw/totk link is so hot!!!"

literally his stinky ass:

[onefey]

frye as various zeldas 🦑 (namely the blue ones)

[itsguysnightitsironic]

Fur coats and pumpkin labyrinths.

What would be Crete if Theseus, dagger in hand, enter the maze and the Minotaur exited, using the front door, wearing the hero's head and wearing it better? What would be Theseus then? A scapegoat? A body for something divine to use and scream, as an oracle trapped between the hands of her gods?No mind or self, just, skin and fur.

I would like to say that this started as just a pumpkin labyrinth idea and I lost my mind, and I blame all the hot johns and I'm glad they are dea--

More ramblings under the cut:

----- ready for some nerd things? (in broken English, sorry)

1- The yarn it's a reference to the three Moirai, who control faith and human lives. (spinning the yarn, forming the thread and cutting the thread. Birth, life and death.)

Frost carries his life around his back, keeping control. (He carries his own faith. / Also, also, also references the threat that Ariadna gifts Theseus to not get lost in the labyrinth, he's able to control his life and mind.)

2- The cup and the laurel leaves are references to the religious practice of the Oracles of Delfos.

Where the oracle drank water from the fountain of Castalian and chewed laurel to purify herself to be able to be the voice of the gods, in Frost's case to think clearly. (Clear thought.)

3- The red yarn getting cut represents Frost getting lost in his own mind, overthinking, and losing control over his life. (Also his tail, which might link to the "having the tiger by the tail" saying.)

The labyrinth, who seems logical at first it's intended to have no exit (it's mirrored), it's Frost's emotions that keep him trapped behind his own logic.

4- Torbek being covered in blood and bones represents the goat sacrifices made to the oracles for enlightenment. Scapegoat, get it?

(You would also make a case linking him with Hercules "losing his mind by a divine power" wearing a lion skin with the whole "being punished by his crimes and gaining his identity back by getting a new identity by becoming a god", but it wasn't intentional.)

All the smoke that moves and represented the party that dances around Torbek, are references to the belief of some historians that oracles sat in a tripod on top of a rock that emanated gases causing them to get high and get hallucinations. Though it's not proven.

Also, it is a very poor reference to "Vuelo de Brujas" 1797 by Goya, which lives in my head rent-free. (You would say Frost is blinded by them since he's "witched", look at me making connections.)

5- The sad cat in the pumpkin it's a reference to EP. 4 Lose your illusion from the whole scarecrow situation where Frost falls in deep sadness while carving a sad kitty face.

Scarecrow's usually symbology shadows, a version of oneself that it's usually more linked with "darkness".

By being a scarecrow, Frost considers himself a shadow of what he used to be and now Torbek is. (Well, Torbek only has the skin.)

7- The pumpkin falling it's a very "losing your head" situation.

8/9- Frost by throwing away the laurel and the cup, which would give him the ability to see the future (to be able to see the situation logically and analyze it) he's refusing to believe there are other options than his friends abandoning him. He's jumping to conclusions.

And by it, it makes him distressed. (his fur falls and grows leaves, doubt.)

This makes the phrase "leaves no room for doubt" pretty ironic.

-----

thank you for reading all that, have a cupcake. 🧁

[tiger-in-the-flightdeck]

Prison Break- Final Season

[asocial-lobster]

Fever Dreams

Sky gently carded through Legend's hair and tried not to mind how sweaty it was. The younger hero shifted in his hold and whimpered, blindly reaching for something. He settled for Sky's sailcloth, cradling it in his hands like his life depended on it.

"Hold on, Legend," Sky said, though he knew the other wasn't awake to hear it. "Four will be back with help any minute now."

Sky hoped so, at least. The smithy had left hours ago in search of medicine and help, splitting into the Colors to cover more ground. They hadn't seen the rest of the Chain since a portal split them up more than a day ago. Back then, Legend's illness had been little more than a common cold, but it had progressed with a frightening speed during the night. It was risky to split their group even further, especially when Legend was incapacitated, but Four and Sky had agreed it was worth it. They couldn't afford to let Legend's condition get any worse.

Legend let out a high-pitched whine, and Sky stroked his hair again, wishing he could do more to help. It was agonizing to see his brother like this, and he knew Legend would hate being this vulnerable if he was awake. Unconscious, he had no control over it, and it made Sky's heart ache to see him so agonized.

Legend's eyelids fluttered, and Sky bent forward, trying to get a good look at him. His brother hadn't been awake at all since before Four left, and even then, he'd barely been aware of his surroundings.

"Legend?" Sky asked gently. Legend groaned and turned away from the sound, burrowing his head in the sailcloth.

"Legend, it would be really good if you could wake up for a little. You need to drink some water."

"Don' wanna."

The words were muffles by the cloth and more fit for a grumpy kid than an adult, but they put a smile to Sky's face anyway. It was beyond relieving to hear Legend's voice.

"C'mon. It'll be good for you," Sky insisted.

"I don' wanna wake up," Legend pouted. "I wanna keep dreamin'."

He turned his head to look up at Sky. His eyes were bloodshot and cloudy, and his cheeks were flushed with heat. Still, there was an intensity to his stare that Sky couldn't explain.

"Why d'you wanna wake up so badly? Being a seagull can't be that great anyways."

Sky found himself at a loss for words, his worry spiking as he realized Legend was significantly worse than last time he'd woken up.

"You can go back to sleep as soon as you've had some water," Sky said.

Legend mumbled something incoherent, and Sky decided to take matters into his own hands. Gently, he raised his sick brother into a sitting position and found his waterskin. He tapped Legend's cheek. It was way hotter than it had any right to be.

"Link, I need you to drink something."

Legend opened his eyes again, looking confusedly at the waterskin right in front of him. Sky brought it to his mouth and slowly poured a little, careful to make sure he didn't choke on it. When Legend had drunk a few mouthfuls, he lowered him back to the ground. That would have to do for now. Hylia, he hoped Four would be back soon.

"Sing for me?"

Sky looked at Legend in surprise. He knew the veteran owned a bunch of instruments himself, but he rarely played them. Sky had no idea he was an enjoyer of music, in fact. 

Sky pulled his harp out of his bag and started playing, accompanying the music with his voice. He was only a few beats into a popular hymn from Skyloft when Legend interrupted him.

"No, the one you usually sing," he requested. He croaked out a series of notes from a song Sky hadn't heard before.

Sky experimented with the notes for a few minutes before he managed to get it right. When he did, the music filled their little camp, melancholic notes fluttering through the air like birds on a summer's morning. It was an intriguing melody, one which spoke of wispy clouds on a blue sky and brilliant sunlight which cast deep and ominous shadows. 

Legend hummed along, his raspy voice breaking at the high notes. He opened his eyes when Sky briefly stopped to catch his breath.

"This is a nice dream," he said. "I wish it didn't have to end."

He fell asleep shortly after, looking almost peaceful. The notes of the music wove into the afternoon like the gentle brush of waves.