#WHEW this is finally done!
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Introducing the Detective Duo of Sabriel Sycamore and Dio Blair, two detectives that requested to be dispatched to Kanai Ward.
Sabriel Sycamore - His Forte is Botanical Communication. Sabriel is described as having a sunny disposition and a sense of unwavering optimism, he’s easy to talk to and even easier to make friends with. Sabriel specialises in investigating crime scenes, no piece of evidence, no matter how small, will ever be overlooked during his investigation.
Botanical Communication: Sabriel can always hear whispers and snippets of information from the local flora, but by concentrating on a specific plant, they can be used to gather information just as effectively as a human witness.
Dio Blair - His Forte is Hypnosis. Dio is described as having a remarkably short temper, his reputation of hurling insults at anyone and everyone follows him wherever he goes. Miraculously, Dio specialises in interrogating witnesses and gathering testimonies. Dio seems to have a nack for discovering hidden truths in people’s words, no matter how good of a liar they think they are.
Hypnosis: With help of a metronome, Dio can hypnotise anyone and mould them into a reliable witness. However, it seems to be less effective when someone is aware of his forte beforehand. As such, any information regarding it is highly classified.
#WHEW this is finally done!#I might adjust their designs a little but here’s the gist#I definitely want to draw them more in the future#left is Sabriel and right is Dio btw#mda: rc#master detective archives: rain code#mdarc oc#rain code oc#Rosen art
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💫🌟 There Flowed Forth (Consecration of the Self) ☀️✨
[Cycle of the Stars au]
#zelda#legend of zelda#zelda au#loz au#ganondorf#au ganondorf#zelda fanart#daeyumi art#cycle of the stars#cycle of the stars au#cycle of the stars ganondorf#whew i FINALLY finished this one#feels like it took forever lol but i’m pretty happy with how it turned out#one last piece to finish up this series (it’s impa) but it might be a little bit before i get around to it tho#but hey at least i got the 3 triforce holders done#one of these days i will draw ganondorf with a different expression lol i can’t help it if he’s perpetually pissed off
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And I'm just a little messed up I'm a little out of my head
[Song link] [YouTube link]
#detective conan#case closed#amv#my amvs#video#eye strain#shinichi kudo#conan edogawa#ran mori#funimation english dub script#bang zoom! entertainment english dub script#whew finally got this done!#thank you everyone for all the support on the wip 🥺#i hope the final version is good too!#sources used are eps 1 2 3 5 10 11 38 43 48-49 54 57 76 78 85 88 91 128 129 139 174 192-193 239 270 286 310-311 361 371 387 465 942 1001#films 1 3 4 6 7 9 13 15 20 and tv special 6 (episode one: the great detective turned small)#ova 9 and ops 11 16 27 37 and 56 and eds 3 4 9 and 10#voice clips are (in order) m1 ep 5 ep 78 ep 43 preview ep 11 m3 ep 54 ep 1 m6 ep 57 ep 57 tv special 6 m3 ep 2 ep 38 ep 91 m4 m4 ep 76 ep 2#song is#messed up#by lizzy land#nicopop. poolside remix
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10.19.24 (SEA vs CGY): JOEY DACCORD wins second star of the night and yeets the fish with camera glasses on have you seen him with glasses on are you seeing this he's wearing glasses can you believe this he's wearing glasses—
#kraken lb#joey daccord#seattle kraken#krakenblr#krakenedit#nhl#nhledit#hockeyblr#hockeyedit#ice hockey#my stuff#my gifs#my hockey gifs#the lighting for the fish yeets is always so rough WHEW#but there's my weekend backlog done finally :)
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I know what it looks like when you’re in love with someone.
BILLY DUNNE & DAISY JONES Daisy Jones & the Six | “Looks Like We Made It” 1.08 (2023)
#djatsedit#djats#filmtvcentral#daisy jones and the six#userneptune#userannalise#userelliee#usermandie#djats spoilers#tusersadie#userlaur#gownegirl#tv#myedit#daisybilly#daisybillyedit#ok i'm finally done whew#overdose tw
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Medic!Reader × Poly!141
Part I | Part II | Part III
[Tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, a love confession if you squint]
Taglist: @rainlovesyou12 @nijiru
When you're back at the base, the first thing that you get from your team is collective stares
"What happened to your cheek?" Price asked, visibly concerned
"Got punched by an asshole." You replied, still holding the ice pack against your face
"How did it happen?" He then glares at Graves, "You let this happen on your watch?"
He throws both of his hands in the air, while maintaining his smug face, "Easy there, soldiers." He said, "Sorry that I got your princess harmed, but it's necessary for the mission."
"Necessary?" Price growls, "Watch your mouth when you speak, Graves."
"Alright, alright. I'll leave." He then pats on Gaz's shoulder before turning around
The group immediately approaches you after he leaves, trying to look at your wound
"Whoa, he really gave you a nasty punch." Soap commented, "He wore rings?"
"All over his fingers."
"It'll take long before the bruise heals." Ghost interjected, "Since you're the medic here, I'm sure you know what's best for you."
Price nods before he looks at you, "You don't have to work today, you can rest after a mission."
"No, I'll come to work." You said, "Don't worry about me, captain."
He seems reluctant, but lets you do it anyway
Thankfully, your job requires you to use a mask, so most of your bruises are concealed.
At dinner, Graves brings quite a lot of alcohol to celebrate their mission. (The team had retrieved the important documents, as well as eliminating the target, so It's pretty much a success)
You usually skipped alcohol, but tonight you feel like you need it, so you join in
The table that you're in is pretty big, so three other soldiers are sitting with you and you team
Surprisingly, your team can handle their alcohol very well, but Soap is a lively drunkard, he talks a lot, and keeps the alcohol flows
Meanwhile, you're a chatty drunk. You can't keep a secret when you're drunk
"He touched me with his filthy hand, so of course I'd slap him." You confessed, "But then he dared to punch me in the face. The audacity."
"That's rough." Gaz winced
"But y'know, sometimes our job comes with those kinds of things." One of the men shrugged, "I didn't ask for it when I got shot or tortured, but then again, that's the consequences of my job."
"I didn't ask to be a surveillance." You hissed, "I'm just a medic, for God's sake."
"You could've ask him—"
"I did! I even tried to reason with him but nooo, he did care." You grit your teeth, "Even after roping me into this, he never once gave me any info for the mission and told me to be pretty and meek. At least I could've prepared if he told me things I could be dealing with during the mission."
"Cut it out, boy." Price stopped him before he could reply, "Y'know Graves was in the wrong here. We always brief our soldiers before missions."
"I'm not defending him."
The other man, who's silent for the whole interaction, finally speaks, "Maybe he did it because you've been using his name for unnecessary things."
You snort, "Somehow borrowing his name equals me almost getting raped?"
He shrugs, "Sometimes mentioning a certain name equals death."
"Yeah, okay, I get it." You immediately got up from your seat, "I'm just a spoiled bastard who can't handle the slightest discomfort aren't I?"
"Where are ye goin'?" Soap called when you're walking away
"My room. I'm tired of this shit."
Once you get into your room, you don’t bother to change your clothes as you go straight to bed
Of course, after getting angry and all, you can't immediately fall asleep. It takes about 15 minutes, before you're free from your anger
Then, you hear a knock on the door, before you hear a voice calls your name softly from outside
"Are you still awake?" You heard Price spoke
You contemplate whether you should answer or not, and decide to pick the first one
"Can I come in?" He asked, and you said yes
He steps inside, and pulls a chair by your bed. You turn around to see him, not hiding the tears streak on your face
"I'm sorry for what happened earlier, I hope you know he didn't mean that."
"I know." You frown while looking away, "I know all of those soldiers didn't mean to yell, or use hurtful words, I understand that, but I always try to comfort them, not telling them to grin and bear it."
He nods understandingly, "The constant threat in the field does make people numb to other's needs."
"Why are you here? Are you apologizing on their behalf?"
"No, I just got a feeling that you'd change division if I didn't clear it up."
You let out an amused snort, "I was just thinking about leaving. I hate Graves anyway."
"I won't force you to stay but I'll be very sad if you don't, you know how much I love your food." You roll your eyes at him, he chuckles, "Please hold on for one more month, then we'll go back home, to our base."
"Well, I can't disobey you if you say that, Captain."
"You better be."
You chuckle at him, and he gives you his usual (and sweet) smile. "Thank you, Price. I really do."
"No prob." He pats your arm, "You can talk to me whenever you want."
"I'll keep it in mind."
The next morning, when you're preparing your medical equipments, a patient comes into the room, and catches you by surprise as you recognize his face
"Johnny? Oh—" You hurriedly come to his side, "What happened to your face?"
"Got into a fight last nite." He grins, "Y'should've seen the other guy tho."
"My God, why did you do that? Who was it?" He looked away when you asked him, "... Don't tell me,"
"Ye don't 've ta worry 'bout it, bonnie."
"You can't make me not worry about you." You retorted, "They could've given a penalty!"
"Nah, they won't. 'M too valuable for that."
"Still," You let out a sigh, "You didn't have to do that."
"Yer angry at 'em."
"But it's only for a moment. I'm… used to that."
He looks at you for a moment, before pulling your hand into his. "Bonnie, ye kno' when you asked me to be a fake boyfie, ye told me that no one in the group'd be willin' ta help ya?" You furrow your brows at him as he continues, "Well, t'was a lie. They won't hesitate ta help ya, bonnie. But I didn't tell ya because I don't want 'em to."
You open your mouth to speak, but no word comes out of your mouth.
He chuckles at your silence, before giving your shoulder a pat." Make of that wha' yer will."
With that, he left the room. Leaving you there, dumbfounded, before you realize you haven't even treated him yet
You thought about him for half of a day, until lunch came and you sat down on the table without looking around. You didn't hear when the chair beside you was pulled, before someone took a seat
"Man, I miss your cooking." You snapped out of your thoughts, as you turned to see Gaz. "Everything tastes bland here, I can't even tell the difference between one dish and the other."
You chuckle when he pokes out his tongue in dismay, "I miss cooking too," You stare down at your plate, "... Helped me clear my mind."
"What's on your mind?" He asked, "Care to share?"
"Not sure if you'd wanna hear it though."
"What are you saying?" He retorted softly as he gave your shoulder a squeeze, "You know I'd listen to you."
"You're sweet, Gaz." You chuckled, "But really, I just wanna go back to our base. But at the same time, I feel like I'm just retreating back to my shell. I know that I can't be choosy for this job, but I wish I could be with you guys for a long time."
His gaze stays on you for a while, before he speaks in a hushed tone, "Don't tell anyone that I say this to you, but last night, me and Price were discussing about your contract, and," He leans closer, "It's possible to do a rescission for the contract. Since you've been put in harm's way."
"Really?"
He nods, "He might pull some strings to get you back, but the higher ups would dismiss it since you're not an operator. We're confident that this'll work, since Laswell herself has approved it."
You look at him for a moment, before pulling him into your arms. "Thank you." You said to him, "I don't know what I'd do without you guys."
You feel him smile before he pats your back, "People said that you're a spoiled princess," He grinned, "But we certainly don't mind spoiling you."
"You'll regret it someday."
"You're worth the regret."
His words stuck with you for the rest of the day, and somehow it lifted up your spirit as you took care of the wounded with ease. At night, when you're walking back to your room, you spot the masked man in the hallway. His head turns when you call his name, and you wave at him.
"Hi."
"Hey."
"Are you done for the day?"
"Mostly." He replied, "Just need to fill some paperwork."
"Alright then."
The two of you would bid goodbye, if you both didn't hear the angry stomp echoing in the corridor. You turn your head towards the sound, and your blood runs cold as you recognize the face
"I need to talk to you." Graves said with an unmistakable rage in his voice, "My office. Now."
You're about to open your mouth before you feel yourself pulled, until your body bumps against a hard muscle. It takes a second before you realize that Simon has his arm wrapped around you.
"Get outta the way, boy." He warned with a glare, "It's none of your business."
"No." He stated, as he kept you by his side
He snorts when he hears it. "No?" He sneered
"If it's about the revocation of the contract, she's not the one who filed it." He glared, "I did."
"Oh." He raised his brow in a mocking manner, "So you're the one who wrote those things?"
"Affirmative." He responded, "I was the one who saw her during the assault, so I'm eligible to give the account as a witness."
You see his muscles harden under his neck, as he hisses to the masked man, "I hope you're ready for Russia because that's where I'm sending you."
"Go ahead and try."
Just like that, the storm has passed by.
You don't know how long you stand there, before he reluctantly lets you go from his arm. You clear your throat as you step aside to face him.
"Um… Thank you." You told him while looking down
You feel his eyes on you, before his hand reaches up to pat your head. "It's nothing."
He bids you goodnight as he tells you to return to your room. You obey as you walk to your door, but when you look back to see him, you still find him standing on the same spot
The next morning, when you deliver your report to the Captain's office, you notice a familiar figure by his desk
The two men were talking, before they lifted their head when you walked in
"Hi." You greeted them, "Hope I'm not interrupting?"
"Not at all." Price reassured, "We were just discussing over something."
"Somethin' ta help fo' yer case, bonnie." His captain nudged him when he said it, "Wot? 'M sho she a'ready knew."
"Is it about Graves?"
"Well," He sighs, "It is. We were just talking about the things that he submitted as evidence."
You shot him a puzzled look, before you turn to Soap.
"The letters, bonnie." He grinned, "I gave him the letters tha' bastard wrote."
"You still had those with you?"
"'Course!" He chuckled, "Ah wanted to use it to rile him up, turns out they're useful for yer case."
"While they won't be included as real evidence, they're enough to convince Laswell to give her approval."
You look at him, while hugging the file close to your chest. "Price, I don't know if I could even repay you back—"
"Don't worry about it, (Name)." He dismissed it by a flick of his hand, "It's my job to ensure your safety."
"And out job ta keep the valuable member o' the team by our side." Soap added with a pat on your back, "Graves can bugger off with his shite."
"Oh…" You cover your mouth, trying to contain your emotions. "Thank you, I—"
"Stop it, bonnie." He said as he pulled you against his chest, "You owe us nothin'."
You didn't cry joyless tears, but they didn't know since you couldn't speak through your sob. You feel bad for causing them to panic, since you cry not out of distress, rather, you're touched by their kindness. When you feel Soap's embrace tightens, and your Captain's hand on your back, you can't help but indulge for a little while
#cod#call of duty#cod mw2#price x reader#soap x reader#gaz x reader#ghost x reader#price cod#soap cod#gaz cod#ghost cod#whew. it's finally done. thank you for reading <3#fixed the last part
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in the aftermath of the first conflict with calamity ganon, the royal family made an order of the sheikah;
"seal away every guardian, every divine beast, every trace of advancement. return to living simple, peaceful lives."
it was the princess who, even with the power of the full triforce, feared the inevitable return of ganon.
she did not wish for history to repeat.
a prediction comic for tears of the kingdom. the story of what really happened 10,000 years ago - it's not quite as simple as the tapestries make it out to be.
see you in may!
(note: this comic was drafted and partway done before the artbook leak. for the sake of keeping things spoiler-free, i did not change anything after the leak. so don't worry about any of that.)
#the legend of zelda#loz#tears of the kingdom#totk#breath of the wild#botw#princess zelda#ganondorf#link#whew feels good to finally have this done!#i never want to do another comic again 👍👍👍👍👍#art tag
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Horrible new theory about Runaan's shirt today.
-no, not the new one, the one he lost-
He's still got his green assassin shirt here on the balcony, and vest too:
But by the time Gren is thrown into the dungeon a couple days later, it's missing.
Runaan's also sporting bags under his eyes because he'd been kept awake all night, enjoying Viren's frustrations about losing Harrow and also getting denied the crown of Katolis.
So. About that missing shirt.
I can't think of too many things worse for a guy who wears four shirts at once than to have them all taken off while he's badly hurt and manacled to the wall, and then be tickled half to death all night long, on his birthday.
#tdp theory#tdp angst#runaan#tw torture#tdp spoilers#i thought i was done getting horrible details about the dungeon torture but nooOOOoo#claudia looks guilty in the second pic too#she knows#imagining her chopping up a leaflynx and setting its ear fluff on a tray for her dad to use on his prisoner alongside other fun ingredients#okay gnight dad have fun torturing the elf. he deserves it!#and now she has to remember what she's done and she's not enjoying those memories#tbh i can see why she is drawn to aaravos#he tells her everything she's done was right and correct and she shouldn't feel guilty for any of it#WHEW what a relief huh terry it's all okay i've done nothing wrong ever in my life i'm golden#terry: babe i do love you but maybe let's try this one again#final thought: if runaan stays awake all night on his birthday it should be for sexier reasons than dungeon tickle torture okay#runaan was already broody but the man may never laugh again now
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Little rant about Sukuna’s backstories and some theories lol.
So we all know that Sukuna was cursed and unwanted child. His translation roughly means ‘child who shouldn’t have been born.’ But despite being shunned on in society- especially in an era with specific standards, he still managed to become a king and even had the Shogun shivering his boots ( I think..)
Sukuna’s mother was ill and starving when he and his twin was in the womb- which led to them being malnourished and Sukuna eating his twin brother.
BUT in the Yorozu fight- Sukuna mocks and corrects Yorozu’s haiku. It’s obvious he has a good knowledge in reading and writing to the point where he can enjoy and understand the arts during the Heian Era. The Heian Era was historically the golden age of Japan and was known for literature and poems such as ‘The Tale of Genji’ and etc. This education and art was only available to the upper class of society and the nobles.
It was clear Sukuna and his family were NOT nobles or an aristocratic family. If his mother was- she wouldn’t be starving and ill. It makes it clear that Sukuna learnt this along the way- and he wasn’t born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He definitely grew up in poverty and it made it even worse that he was born disabled and practiced cannibalism. This made him even more shunned upon aside the fact that he was poor- Sukuna must’ve learn this along the way of climbing up the social status.
In the Heian Era, it was actually easier for women (mostly noble women) to climb up the social status ladder- by being married off to a high ranking family was easy. But men on the other hand, were forced to work harder. Sukuna has a great knowledge of Jujutsu- but with such a refined technique and it might be from all the years of experience he had. BUT learning by yourself only takes you so far- I always thought that Sukuna must’ve learnt ( or maybe spied) on other sorcerers and learned how to fight. From a person who came from a poverty stricken background- you obviously need a high education and maybe he didn’t do it all by himself. Maybe that’s where the aspect of him already knowing what ‘true love’ is.
If my theories are correct please hmu 🔥
#Whew#finally done#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#sukuna#ryoumen sukuna#ryomen sukuna#sukuna ryomen#sukuna jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu sukuna#jjk ryomen#uraume#jujutsu kaisen ryomen#heian era sukuna#heian sukuna#heian era#heian period#sukuna true form#true form sukuna
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We are one and the same
#swan lake#chainsaw man#asa mitaka#yoru csm#finally done!!!!#hehehehehe#1:48 am. whew#if i could post it on twitter people would go crazy
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The Loud and Proud!
Featuring @maxphilippa's Mic gijinka!
#been cooking this idea for a while#i knew i wanted to put her in a big pride dress ever since they changed her title so i'm happy to finally get this out ^_^#inanimate insanity#inanimate insanity microphone#ii#ii microphone#microphone ii#osc#pride month#brewing some art#whew this is the biggest piece i've done in a bit. worth it though!#have a lovely pride everybody :D
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new sketch zine launching soon… 😳
(digital versions will go on sale friday! physical copies will be available in january)
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“how about a game?”
#hsr#aventurine#honkai star rail#hsr aventurine#my art#this took forever but it’s finally done whew#might make into a print? 🤨
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and now: the ultimate wof fan + coiner blast. Long post ahead!
BATCH 1 // BATCH 2 // BATCH 3
Desirsandwing — When one desires/yearns/wants to be a SandWing from Wings of Fire, in any or multiple ways.
Desiricewing — When one desires/yearns/wants to be an IceWing from Wings of Fire, in any or multiple ways.
Desirseawing — When one desires/yearns/wants to be a SeaWing from Wings of Fire, in any or multiple ways.
Desirrainwing — When one desires/yearns/wants to be a RainWing from Wings of Fire, in any or multiple ways.
Desirmudwing — When one desires/yearns/wants to be a MudWing from Wings of Fire, in any or multiple ways.
All of these terms are pro-nonharmful transitioning. These can be due to being an alter in a system, nonhumanity, delusions, etc.
[ Self Indulgent; No spoons for ID // @desirdae-archive @sharksnwaves ]
#> loop | she/any#lux coins#desirdae#mogai coining#mogai term#liom coining#liom term#pro endo mogai#pemogai#long post#tw long post#cw long post#needs id#oh my stars this is finally fucking DONE. WHEW#now i just gotta do… 6 more tribes + hybrid!!! yaaaay…#lux being a stupid fuck over wof: the movie#<- sure. sure it gets the wof tag
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Whumptober Day 1: Swooning, “How many fingers am I holding up?”
Welcome back to whumptober yet again >:D I’m going to try and do all 31 days again, we’ll see if I can manage it!
Anyways, this got longer then I meant it to, but I had to corral the ending into something that made sense XD Enjoy!
Read it on ao3
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“You find that key yet, Rancher?” a voice called from way off in the distance.
Twilight barked back a negative, and continued to sniff around for the key to the exit of the room the others were in. There’d been a spot only his wolf form could easily get to, and so he’d climbed up to it and crawled through, moving soft dirt with his paws until he’d entered into the more spacious area he was in now.
The room appeared to be circular, but there were several high walls he couldn’t see over so he couldn’t tell for sure. They were somewhat maze-like, and confusing in their layout, so Twilight was forced to rely on scent, searching for the metallic, and no-doubt rusty-smelling key.
He turned several corners, following a faint metallic smell he hoped was his objective. There wasn’t much in the maze apart from a few rats and the concerning remains of a skeleton, and Twilight padded cautiously on, perking up the moment the glint of a treasure chest finally caught his eye. He ran up to it, and transformed back into a Hylian, eagerly opening the chest.
A dark, shining key sat inside, just what he’d been looking for.
Twilight reached inside with a warm feeling of satisfaction, then heard a faint click as he lifted the key. A cloud of dark particles shot up from the chest, blowing right in Twilight’s face, and he gasped involuntarily, inhaling a good portion of it.
He began coughing as the dust coated his throat, the dust making him choke as he stumbled backwards. The cloud settled after a moment, but Twilight kept coughing out whatever he could, blinking tears from his eyes and wiping dust off his face.
He patted himself down, and looked around for any threat or danger to his person, but the room was as silent as it had been, and apart from the dryness of his throat, Twilight felt no ill effects.
Must have been an old boobytrap, he thought to himself, coughing a bit more as he pocketed the key and headed back the way he came. Arrows or something were probably supposed to fly out at my face... Whatever it was probably disintegrated because they were so old.
Twilight coughed again, and shook more dust out of his hair.
It’s a good thing I wasn’t here a few decades sooner.
Twilight made it back out of the maze and into the other room without further incident, though the skeleton tried to grab him as he walked by. He easily fought it off, and told the others about it with a laugh as they continued through the dungeon, and the strange black dust entirely fled his mind.
The dungeon was large, obviously some kind of fort once upon a time, but it had been long abandoned apart from the monsters who’d taken up residence inside. The heroes ran into a large group of them shortly, and they set to work, room echoing with shouts and screeches alike.
Twilight went for a troublesome-looking gibdo (one of Legend’s fortunately, apparently his didn’t scream), and began attacking, slicing at the strangely thick bandages.
Sky was fighting another one nearby, and a little further away Legend was yelling something as Wild shot several fire arrows. A group of the gibdos burst into flames, but Twilight tried to focus on his own battle, even as Legend yelled at Wild again.
The gibdo wasn’t fast, but it was sturdy, and it took a lot of time for Twilight to make any headway in hurting it. He jumped around to the back of it more than once, slicing in the same spot, and the gibdo finally seemed like it was flagging after several of the attacks.
It made a move for him, swiping at his middle, but Twilight took the opportunity to roll around and run it through with his sword, the monster letting out an odd moan before collapsing into dust.
Twilight glanced at where the gibdo had swiped at him, but his tunic wasn’t even ripped. Satisfied that he was fine, he jumped back into the fray, avoiding a stalfos that jumped at him and nearly sliced off his arm. Twilight immediately went on the attack, blocking another swipe with his shield, and lunging forward to swipe at the monster.
But the moment he stepped forward, a strange wave of something swept over him, making him stumble. He blinked dizzily, head lightly spinning, and looked around in confusion.
His head felt light, the battle around him fading at the edges, and he put a hand to his head, wondering what on earth was going on.
He felt almost as if he was suffering the effects of an injury, a knock to the head, blood loss or something similar, but that gibdo had barely touched him, why was he..?
Twilight stumbled as he avoided a swipe from the stalfos’s blade, clumsily blocking it with his shield. The crash of the weapon hitting it made him wince, and he desperately tried to gather his wits about him so he could fight back.
What was going on here?
Twilight tried to go on the offensive, swinging his sword, but somehow he missed the stalfos entirely. The lack of resistance made him stumble, and the stalfos let out a strange clattering cackle as it swung at him again, red eyes blurring in Twilight’s vision.
A glowing blade suddenly entered his sight, and Twilight watched as Sky swiped straight through the stalfos that had been hedging him, the bones falling to pieces. The room was suddenly a lot quieter, and Twilight distantly realized that that must have been the last monster.
“Twilight, are you okay? That thing nearly got you!” Sky said with a smile, his voice only mildly worried as he sheathed his sword.
Twilight gave him a nod, blinking as he tried to make the room quit swimming around him. It refused to stop though, and Sky’s expression turned more truly concerned.
“Twilight? Are you all right?”
“Fine, I’m... I’m fine,” he said a little shakily, resting a hand on his head. “Think I... just...”
He coughed, black flecks falling on his hand, and his mind abruptly flashed back to the dust in the treasure chest.
...perhaps the boobytrap hadn’t been as ruined as he’d thought.
Sky’s eyes went wide, and the room suddenly lurched, shaking and wavering all around. Twilight heard a shout, but it was muffled and strange, and didn’t make any sense to his ears.
He couldn’t hold his weight any longer, and he felt his eyes roll back in his head as his legs gave out.
(...)
Something shook him, a bit frantically, and Twilight sluggishly came back to awareness.
He blinked his eyes open, and bit back a groan as he closed them again, his vision swirling and rolling around. Something was shaking him again, but Twilight didn’t reopen his eyes, afraid he would throw up if he did.
“Rancher, open your eyes, come on.”
Twilight reluctantly cracked them open, several things moving above him in dizzying color.
“How many fingers am I holding up?” the same voice asked him, and Twilight blinked, trying to focus on the things in his vision that kept blurring in and out of focus.
“Quit movin’ th’m,” he mumbled, and more voices echoed above him, making him only feel more dizzy as he tried to listen to them.
“Concussion you think?”
“He didn’t hit his head, there’s no injuries there I can find.”
“Well what’s wrong with him then?!”
“Has he had anything to eat today?”
“Probably needs a bath, he’s filthy.”
“Don’t be stupid, that wouldn’t make him faint!”
Twilight’s breath caught funny in his chest, and he coughed again, a sharp wave of vertigo hitting as someone sat him up. A groan escaped his lips, and a hand gently turned his head.
“Twilight, what’s wrong? What happened?”
Twilight blinked hazily, trying to focus on whoever was talking to him, but his vision refused to do what he wanted it to, and his dizziness grew to an excruciating degree.
He let out a whimper, uncertain of what was going on, and felt a sudden sharp pain in his chest, intense and painful. It spread through his body like liquid fire, and he cried out, moving suddenly agonizing.
“Twilight!”
The hand was back and frantically patting his cheek, and something moved in front of him again, but all Twilight could do was focus on the dizziness and pain that was demanding all of his attention.
“Twilight, please, focus, do you know what happened?”
Twilight breathed in shakily, tensing as another wave of pain ripped through him. He had to tell them what was wrong, he had to warn them in case there was more of the dust, in case it hurt one of them— but all he could do was try not to scream.
“Twilight?”
Twilight squeezed his eyes shut, then reopened them, trying to meet whoever was in front of him’s eyes.
“Th... dust...” he moaned, voice barely more then a whisper, “brea... thed...”
His breath caught with pain, and Twilight heard someone shout as the dizziness overcame him again, darkness washing over his vision.
(...)
When Twilight woke back up, he was being held between two people, arms over their shoulders.
He blinked dizzily, and saw stone under his feet, moving slowly as he was carried forward. We must still be in the dungeon.
Another wave of that strange fiery pain ripped through him, and Twilight gasped, making whoever was holding him startle.
“He’s awake!”
Footsteps clattered on the stone, and hands poked at him, lightly holding up his chin.
“Rancher? How are you feeling?”
Twilight couldn’t manage anything more then a groan, and something gently ran through his hair.
“Okay, that’s alright, you’re going to be fine. Can you drink something for us? Warriors thinks a potion will help.”
Twilight mumbled something he hoped was a good enough reply, and something cool was pressed to his lips. Sweetness hit his tongue as it was tilted back, and Twilight drank, waiting for the potion to kick in.
The very beginnings of warmth began to settle in his chest, but then his stomach lurched, and he jerked forward, coughing up the healing draught and gagging at the taste of it coming back up. It felt weirdly dry as well, nearly making him choke, and Twilight felt the arms come up to prop him into a slightly different position.
“Easy Rancher...”
“Should we give him another?”
“He won’t be able to keep it down, not with the way he’s acting.”
“Well now what?!”
“...Guys? He’s... not just throwing up potion.”
The room went oddly quiet, apart from Twilight’s harsh breathing, his stomach and head now swirling with nausea. He’d finished throwing up, but now his tongue and throat felt like sandpaper in his mouth. He coughed something out, and there was a hand on his cheek again, holding him steady.
“Four said he mentioned breathing in dust earlier... do you think that’s what he meant?”
“I don’t see what else he could have meant.”
“So the dust is making him like this... we just gotta get it out somehow!”
Twilight moaned as his head swirled, and something touched him, gently rubbing his shoulder as his awareness started to fade again.
“Don’t worry Twi, we’ll fix this. Just hold on.”
(...)
Twilight came to with a jolt the next time, something forcing his mouth open, air being pulled through his lips.
He heaved in a gasp, and hands moved to hold him down, voices talking far above his head and the ground rolling up and down under his back. He tried to struggle, but the hands were firm, and something brushed through his hair as he tried to drag in another gasp.
“I’m so sorry Twilight, but this’ll help, try and stay still.”
The wind increased in its intensity, and Twilight felt like every bit of air was being sucked from inside him, leaving him unable to breath, unable to fight, to get away they were holding him down—
A sob choked from his throat, but he couldn’t move, couldn’t resist, couldn’t stop them from doing whatever it was they were doing and it made him feel sick. What felt like sand fell down his cheeks, and he let out a breathless scream as the air continued to be pulled from him, the fire in his limbs blazing, his head swirling.
There was more talking but Twilight couldn’t focus on any of it, his world narrowed down to pain and wind and a scratchy feeling in his throat and lungs and all over inside of him.
It hurt.
He still couldn’t breathe, no matter how he thrashed or cried out and the pain was so intense and thick that the darkness soon dragged him under yet again.
(...)
A hand was brushing through his hair, teasing out knots, gentle in its motions.
Twilight didn’t do anything but focus on it for a minute, the touch soothing and calm. Then he realized just how dry his throat felt, his insides hollow, and he let out a breathy moan, trying to open his eyes.
“Whoa, easy,” someone said, and Twilight finally dragged his eyes open, pleasantly surprised when his vision didn’t smear. He was able to look to the side and meet who turned out to be Four’s eyes without any swirling spots or fire in his chest, and he felt a spark of equal relief and confusion.
“...’thy?” he rasped, and Four nodded, looking pleased.
“Hey, he’s awake!” another voice said, and Sky leaned over into Twilight’s vision. He looked tired, but there was a smile on his face. “Good to see you up, Rancher.”
“Oh thank Hylia,” another voice gasped, and Wild appeared in his vision as well, looking utterly relieved. “We weren’t sure if that was going to work or not.”
“If what w...work..?” Twilight croaked, and Sky, Four, and Wild all looked at each other.
“We had to get the dust out somehow,” Four said quietly, guilt thick in his voice. “I figured since you inhaled it... sucking it out would be our best bet.”
“Four has an item that worked rather well,” Sky said, though his smile had grown tight. “We weren’t sure at first if it had helped, but... well, we’re glad you’re all right, Rancher.”
Twilight blinked, and looked between the three. He was having some trouble following exactly what was being said, he felt sore and tired, and a bit like a paper straw someone had sucked air through a few too many times, but even he could tell that Four felt awful.
And sure, he didn’t quite know why, or remember exactly what had happened, but Four had helped him, and that was enough for Twilight.
“Thank you,” he said sincerely, and worked past the bit of dizziness still in his head to reach over and pat Four’s hand. “Thank you.”
He couldn’t manage anything further, but it seemed like it was enough. Four took his hand in his and gave it a squeeze, and Twilight dredged up a smile.
“Screw dungeons,” Wild muttered fiercely, and went back to playing with Twilight’s hair. “They’re stupid and they suck.”
Twilight barked out a laugh, wheezy and uncomfortable, but it was worth it seeing the relieved looks that were exchanged above him.
“Agree. Screw ‘em,” he croaked.
#linkeduniverse#linked universe#lu twilight#lu Sky#lu four#lu Wild#whumptober 2023#day 1#swooning#how many fingers am i holding up?#writing from the floor#ask to tag#more specific warnings on ao3 if you need that#anyway WHEW#I stayed up late trying to finish this#I finally wrangled an ending that’s... well it’s okay I guess XD#at least it’s done
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Final batch of blogtember prompts! Once again, prompts provided by @jazzy-art-time / @mod-jazzy!! Thank you for giving me a buncha stuff to do this month!
Elaborations under the cut:
Day 21: I decided the funniest thing to do for this was to swap the shiny status of my Eevee twins. Cream and Cheese who did this to you! Uncanny!
Day 22: Ok genuinely one of the scenes I'm most interested in writing. These three characters are super old conceptually and near and dear to my heart. Once I get to doing stuff with them I'm going to be so!!! Excited!!!!
Day 23: I checked and it turns out I don't have like any nature photography on my phone? So I looked up cave pictures on google and picked one to put my rats in. Hello Remulus and Atticus nice to see you
Day 24: Hmm....important Apricorn. Wonder what that's about hmmmm
Day 25: This one!! Vexed me!! Because a lot of the ships in my blogs feel like plot spoilers to talk about? Or at least the ones I like the most. So I picked Anneva and Reginald! Because I've mentioned Anneva on inquiries and I've drawn them both on here in the past. They're a comfort duo.
Day 26: If Paleo and Tide have one fan its me bro!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Initially I tried to draw him awkwardly giving her flowers but I couldn't get the pose right so instead they're going on a park date! Hi again Jazzy I love your slug and so does Paleo!!!! Their dynamic is fun and cute and I like them!!!!!!
Day 28: I think I mentioned it once or twice? These four on fugamsemidei are based on slugcats in Rain World. In fact the first time I drew them at all was in a big batch of Poke-RW doodles. I just decided I liked them enough to make them characters on the blog. And they fit with the rest of the cast well enough so I don't have any shame lmao
Day 29: Anyone remember this gem??? I do. I rediscovered it recently and went "oh. Oh this is a Gravity song woaw"
Day 29 again: So uh I tried really hard to figure out something for day 27's prompt but I genuinely could not find anything within the time frame. So instead I just did day 29 twice. Neura with this song. Because a lot of people are really unhappy because of her actions. She's to blame for so much strife and grief. Deep down and also not that deep at all she's overcome with guilt but she's not gonna change anything rip.
Day 30: The first ever blog post I made was a poorly-drawn Aspen on phantumpdaily. But that's not particularly interesting to look at, and also I've drawn Aspen just floating there on many occasions so that post isn't super unique. So, instead, I drew the first post on the rebooted version of that blog: the intro to asklucyphantump. That was more directly an askblog than phantumpdaily anyway so this isn't cheese I swear skdfjashdf
#Pokemon#Eevee#Buneary#Drifloon#Rhyhorn#Riolu#Arceus#Pokemon Fusion#Rattata#Alolan Rattata#Mewtwo#Mew#Silvally#Gastrodon#Goodra#Magcargo#Musharna#Phantump#Doodles#Finally done whew#Anyway!!!!!!!!! Most art I've done in ages feels like#Now I'm tired and such bye y'all
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