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[mohabeauty]

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[sporeclan]

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All grown up <3

[caluupin]

Finished TGAAC around 2 1/2 weeks ago but only finished the doodles today. but still, here ya go!

[summertimemusician]

Linktober 2024, Day 1, Mirror (Self)

Alright here we go again.

Technically a sneak peak of a bigger thing to come in the future that I'm repurposing, and the result of my final playthrough and readthrough before EoW dropped being Four Swords Adventures and that made me sad about Shadow Link again.

Note that this is for the Four Swords Adventures iteration of Shadow Link that might evolve into an LU Shadow, not Dark Link in either LOZ or LU, I have other plans for him.

This one shot was brought to you by Scars by The Crane Wives, Ribs by The Crane Wives, Ruin by The Amazing Devil and Two Minutes by The Amazing Devil because the author's playlist decided to be incredibly cheeky when they blacked out to write this like an ancient seers being cursed with visions and then called mad and hearing they've been put up for execution.

As always the nature of the relationship can be romantic or platonic, mostly due to the author's time constraints and further plans.

Anyway enjoy the reading!

It was cold.

The sort of cold after a wildfire, when everything's turned back to ash, the sort that left burned your vision white after the flames licked through your veins and left an ache in your bones. He shuddered, coughed black onto the stone floor, shaking with a muffled whimper.

It never got any easier, being dragged from the Dark World and into the Realm of Light, the goddesses' world itself revolting against an intruder, wanting the wound torn asunder into their oh so precious realm cauterized. To purge the intrusion and smite it where it stands.

Too bad for them (and for him), his master didn't particularly care about what the world wanted. Didn't particularly care that he hadn't grow accustomed to the pain or the cold, he had to stand up. There was work to be done.

(Shadow gritted his teeth, willed himself not to think about the prophecy of a golden haired princess- because whether he liked it or not, it was prophecy. As those with divinity running through their veins are wont to spill from their throats so carelessly- of violet eyes and a smile a third moonlight and hands holding a hammer.

It always hurt more, after one of the heroes liberated one of the maidens, or the jewels, the pain lingering for days afterwards and carving a home in his metaphorical bones. But just this once he'd take the cold bite of the Four Swords over the pain in the hole in his chest that Vio's betrayal had left, something that felt so much worse than every other time before.

Just this once he wished that maybe, just maybe, the hurt would be too much to bear, that he wouldn't wake up again-

Why? Why does it hurt so much but he's still here? He already knew the Light was uncompromising and unforgiving, but he thought them at least above curses.)

His ears twitched as soft, almost silent footsteps came up to his side. Someone crouching by his fallen form, setting a cautious hand over his own that Shadow couldn't help but draw away from with a hiss, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the world again, to your face, carefully blank as you guided him to lean against your side, a silver choker with a crimson gem winked mockingly at him, the shade closing his eyes and going boneless against your side.

Shadow was so, so tired.

He heard you quietly sigh, plucking his cap from his head and running your fingers through dark amethyst, smoke and mist made hair. "I told you so."

"Shut up." He grumbled, nuzzling further into the crook of your neck. One clawed hand curling against your free wrist, digging into the skin. Absentmindedly noting there were new scratches just above the metal.

It was routine by now, the warmth of your existence against his own a welcome balm, not quite of the Realm of Light where it's unpleasant, not too close to the Dark World where he felt like melting back into the embrace of the darkness, only to howl in agony at being dragged out.

Memories not quite his own bled into his mind all the time. How you'd shape ice into flowers for the princess in winter with nary a though, of blinking and from one second to the next you'd have whatever sword he had hostage if you though it was time for a break with a smile brighter than the sun.

His master had changed that though. It took months for you to stop trying to claw the collar out and to stop trying to fight Vaati.

(Funny how holding a mage's dragon as a bargaining chip is just as effective as kidnapping a ruler.)

Your gaze flicked to the polished obsidian of the Dark Mirror, to the gold, ornate frame. "The offer is still open, you know. Let me take the suffering from you."

"No." He scowled, leaning back to glare into your eyes, a hint of fangs poking out from a maw struggling to keep the shape of a human jaw, "You helped him. Helped them." Shadow spat, there is that hurt again.

You shrugged, a movement that's just slightly awkward as you flinch, "That I did." You confirmed simply, it almost made Shadow see red as he leaned away, knocking your hand from his head in the process, but if there's anything him and the heroes shared, was a lack of a desire to hurt you. It was a little grating to be honest, "Vio even offered to take me with him, to be honest."

"Then why didn't you leave?" He demanded.

Why did you stick around?

Your eyes shuttered, a hint of conflict in your pursed lips. Before you found your words, they come out softly, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you why. You'll just have to find out yourself."

You tug your wrist from his grasp, and Shadow lets you go.

(Stubbornly pushing down on memories and emotions that arearen'tarenotanymore quite his.)

You stand and turn away, pushing the curtains away from your sight, you turn your tired eyes to Shadow with an emotion he can't put a name to. "Just keep it in mind that there's more than one way to end this. Nothing is truly inevitable."

Shadow watches you go. 'There's nothing that can be done. He tells himself, hand hesitating above the Dark Mirror, briefly, it curls into a fist. The hero's original self stares back at him.

'… Does he really believe that?'

He shakes his head, and focuses on willing the Dark Mirror to show him his counterpart.

His chest still hurts.

[13reasonstoeatthatcake]

I really want to know how Lilith Sorrengail feels about trying her best to get her youngest daughter away from whatever it was that her dad supposedly found in the Archives after Brennan 'died', just to get said daughter even more involved with the tyrrish rebellion two: electric boogaloo.

[kickbutts-singsongs]

Okay but why did they never have any holiday themed POI episodes?

More specifically, how come they never had a Halloween episode and played “Somebody’s Watching Me” by Rockwell in the background?

[sea-buns]

Holy fuck, man. What a trip Fearne has been on, huh?

You tell her how grateful you are to have her in your life, you flatter her, you tell her you need her, that you have to do this together. You have her make a promise that has this woman, born of chaos and fey, agreeing through shaking hands and a trembling voice.

You make her deceive your friends; you make her follow where they cannot know; you make her help you into this contraption; you make her feed this thing into you despite the fact that you both have been warned extensively of the risks. You make her watch you crumble and splinter and shatter and fracture and burst and implode. You make her watch you die, over and over and over and over, for a minute in agonizing bullet time.

You make her do all these things, because when she tries to back out, when she tries to not be the one who let you do this—how could you do this—

you tell her, "YOU PROMISED."

Because if there's one thing you know, it's that the fey do not break a promise.

[skunkes]

really truly genuinely in top 5 of favorite character designs of all time

[bestanimatedmovie]

Classification poll 4

Go vote in the other polls!

[crush3dmary]

I love my job and I love that I get to work only 3 days a week and be considered full time but man the 10 hour overnight shifts can be straight up rough. This stuff is very hard on your body and I feel like a corpse by the time I get off work.

[lizzerswillpoststuffmethinks]

Spoiler: I didn't go to sleep. But I will shortly after this post

[dnprenaissance]

saving $10/month by unsubscribing tmg what the fuck cody

[sanestkanadefan]

Arlebina royalty AU, they're in love but gotta be secret

Arlecchino had just arrived from yet another long, yet successful, mission. After writing a quick report on her mission, she tiredly made her way down the halls, night checks were still needed and was always slumped onto her.

She was head knight for a reason, many men and women would gladly take the knight's hand in marriage, but she would always decline. In her eyes miniscule things like romance were unnecessary, foolish even.

Some would say she had a stone cold heart, calling her heartless when she would accept their proposals. None of those comments ever bothered her, but one thing always stood out to her, hiding in the back of her mind as if it were a lost player in a maze.

' Do you love anybody?'

She couldn't answer that question, ever, because Arlecchino herself didn't know the answer. Before she could ponder any longer a melody broke her thoughts.

It was the same thing every night, a low humming followed along an alluring tune. The sound was addictive, the melody was comparable to a siren's song, never failing to lure the knight into it's trap.

As the knight followed the tune she was led out into the garden, she was a mouth following a flame, but instead of a flame it was the sweet voice of the princess who instantly made eye contact with the Knight when she came into her line of sight.

The princess was simply ethereal in the knight's eyes, how she wish the princess would sing to her every night. But their meetings must be kept secret, it would truly be scandalous if a princess were to marry a knight, the mere thought of the backlash Columbina would receive put Arlecchino's urges to a stop.

The moonlight only highlighted the princess's features, drawing the knight in only more. How she wished Columbina were her's and her's only, no pesky suitors in there way.

' My knave ' Arlecchino felt as if her heart were a butterfly, it's wings fluttering whenever Columbina called her that.

It was special, between the two secret lovers. ' Yes princess?' Arlecchino knew what Columbina was wanting when she patted her hand on the space beside her on the bench.

The two sat together, an odd sense of peace between the two as Columbina untied Arlecchino's well kept pony tail, running her hands through the knight's hair, it was oddly soft.

' I'd prefer if you had short hair.' Columbina muttered as she smoothed out Arlecchino's hair with her hands. ' Is that so?' Arlecchino slyly replied, looking back at the princess.

' It looks like a rat's tail' The ongoing joke between the two, that Columbina started when the two's midnight meetings took place. Silence fell between the two, only too be softly interrupted by the familiar humming from Columbina as she continued to use her fingers to brush through her mistress's hair.

When the two separated, Columbina leaving the garden first, Arlecchino watched the princess walk off, presumably to her room. The question broke it's way back into her mind, but this time she did have an answer.

Columbina was the one she loved.

[ropes3amthoughts]

I am having the most normal day ever. Not normal as in normal for me, but normal as in for the average person. Ok so I was allowed to skip school today because school is short because of the election and there was no homework or anything, so I slept in, I ate breakfast, I took a shower, I cleaned my room, and did other productive stuff like that and like this all feels so normal? Like usually I don’t sleep well on school days and I don’t have time to shower in the mornings or eat breakfast and I’m usually very lazy and stuff but I’ve done all those things and this feels like an average guy day? Like the type of day that would happen in like a movie or like the type of day you’re supposed to have if that makes any sense? Idk I just feel so jarringly different today and it’s like wow I’m living like a normal guy should? This is so weird to me but it feels like a normal thing and idk how to explain it very well but like this is so strange I’m going to eat lunch and get ahead on my homework all productive-like and just wow I’m having an eerily normal person day???

[britcision]

Well I started writing Mithrun’s POV and I mean I was having a fantastic time writing him from everyone else’s POV but let’s just say I Learned Things About Myself writing Cole Dragon Age and..

I’m having a fucking fantastic time gang

He nearly bit Kabru and even I’m not sure why it made sense at the time

He’s just a weird fucking little guy who is personally offended that his eyes keep betraying him by having tears in them when he doesn’t feel shit

Ugh he’s just so much fun this one’s officially coming out of the After Dinner Mints it’s 10k this is no longer short and getting less and less sweet Mithrun is fucking feral

Just

Kabru: no you gotta wipe the tears and boogers off your face you were crying *grabs face to correct wiping*

Mithrun: … (Lycion does this to Fleki sometimes what does she do back….) *contemplates CHOMP*

Kabru: …………….. *putting hankie down slowly*

[mossy-covered-bones]

I am not immune to going batshit over barely-there symbolism in a minecraft series