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who up edgin they sleep 🫣🫣
#GO WATCH THE EDGE OF SLEEP RN ITS ON AMAZON PRIME RN GO WATCH IT ITS GOOD GO WA#dave torres#teos#the edge of sleep#markiplier#im like 2 eps in rn because my brain hates sitting down n binging shows without anyone else to binge with#but its GOOD go WATCH IT RN!!!!!!
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Do you guys ever have fandoms-in-law??? Like I'm not a part of the fandom, I've never read it/watched it, but it's so closely associated with some of my fave fandoms that when it's trending it's all over my dash even though I don't even follow the tag???
#like this is me with good omens rn#i love ofmd and wwdits but i never got round to watching good omens and now its literally everywhere and i cannot escape#im pretty sure its infiltrated my tik tok as well#does this mean i should go watch good omens???#good omens#what we do in the shadows#wwdits#our flag means death#ofmd#fandom#fandom culture#1k+#cntp
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guess who’s sick
n not the cool sick i mean actually sick
i am NOT doing good LETS SEE IF I END UP IN THE HOSPITAL AGAIN YEAHHHH💪💪💪💪 they love me
ANYWAYYYYY jokes uhhh here’s bill n my billsona
next part of roomie cipher should be coming out maybe tomorrow btw
also like don’t listen to me i’m like running on 0 hours of sleep i’m LOSINGGG ITTTT
#but likeeee my billsona is so fun to draw i thinks YIPPE#lmao srry my body hates me#I AM GODS WEAKEST WARRIOR PDHSKFVDSG#i’m being like so fr actually i’ve had pneumonia like 3 times already#GOING FOR NUMBER 4 LETS SEE IF I SURVIVE#JOKING BTW sowwy#mental health n physical health r NOTTTT DOING GOOD RN LMAOO#OH MY GODDDDD SHUT UPPPPP ME 🙄🙄🙄#i’m only kinda losing it#ANYWAY WATCH THE MOVIE THREE MEN AND A BABY ITS SO GOOD ITS SO CUTE#gravity falls#bill cipher#billsona#the book of bill#squidflavoredsoup
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iT's ThE CuP, GirL
#i am...ery hungover rn but I'm pretty sure I came up w this graphic while I was still drunk and its been stuck in my head so I had to make i#it was a fucking struggle to think this is honestly just made on fuckn instinct so ... ok going to uh....space out as I watch the race now#also ive been thinking of this quote since I first heard it...so good. so good of him. queer ally fr#nhl#florida panthers#matthew tkachuk#kyle.graphics#nhledit#matthewtkachukedit
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a redraw of a rwrb scene but its james and reggie!!!
#i like this a lot but idk something feels off to me??#theres literally no distinguishing characteristics for either james or reg but its them trust me bro#ALSO I DONT CARE ABOUT THE DISCOURSE RWRB IS SUCH A GOOD MOVIE#IF YOU HAVENT SEEN IT GO WATCH IT RN#red white and royal blue#rwrb#rwrb fanart#idk if this counts as rwrb fanart since its mostly marauders but wtv#regulus black#james potter#regulus black fanart#james potter fanart#marauders fanart#jegulus#jegulus fanart#marauders#my art#if you saw me post this before no you didnt#i forgot to add my little watermark
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#iirc the datv embargo lifts in a few hours time#its exciting for sure!! ◕‿◕#(theres some good info out there about what u can expect etc)#everyones level of comfort/preference for spoilers or what they consider/dont consider spoilers or do/dont want to see beforehand#is different and thats valid#for me rn my pref is not seeing much more of the game than i have so far so i will probably not be watching/reading most of those bits of#coverage which are described as 'spoilery' due to this#im just at a stage personally where in the main the last thing I'd like to see now is just a good look at the CC and the CC options#and then just any of the more 'generic' stuff like any new official screenshots that get tweeted or if theres one more trailer or something#(know what i mean? maybe generic is the wrong word but like vague or general or something). and thats about it#so if i'm quieter on here or not postin about sth new that you've seen or focusing more on less-new stuff like V&V eps i didnt get a chance#to listen to yet or i dont know the answer to something etc thats why ^^#i've turned off asks and submit as well jic#sry for any inconvenience caused by that and for not following/posting everything in the coming weeks hh!!#its like a push and pull between wanting to be hyped with everyone/overanalyze every new crumb/wanting my blog to be useful and#not wanting to know much more about the game besides CC than i do atm hh#ultimately we will only get to go into this game and play this game for for the first time once so yea :D#(and in case it helps to know for your own curation purposes my datv spoilers tag is 'dragon age the veilguard spoilers'!!)#mj and the world
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pillowbook thoughts because ive been thinking about them all day!
#pillowbook#bfdi#i havent rewatched tpot in a long time i have like 0 memories of the earliest episodes#for all intents and purposes these are my ocs#im prob gonna end up watching tpot again soon tho#just ymmm not rn okay?#pillow is a good character because you never kno what shes thinking#you cant know. figuring out her thought process takes away her charm#its like dissecting a frog#u understand it but it dies in the process#book is going insane over here#bc the 1 thing shes trying desperately to do rn#is fit in with new friends#but shes surrounded by a bunch of fucking freaks#who if were put in a well adjusted society would be outcast#but book is a newbie in this stuff#she doesnt have room to talk rn#so shes just trying her hardest to gauge what is a new normal#but its hard when pillow is glued to your side for some reason#and even by these guys standards shes weird!#mixed signals :/#talk
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Y’ALL THE MARKETING TEAM DID PIXAR’S ELEMENTAL SO DIRTY
#knox rambles#Elemental#ITS SO GOOD???????#ITS GOT SOME FIRE (pun intended) LINES#AND THE TRAILER IS LITERALLY NOTHING LIKE THE MOVIE Y'ALL DONT' UNDERSTAND#I'M FLIPPING TABLES#I SWEAR DISNEY IS JUST TRYING TO OFF PIXAR RN WITH HOW BAD THEIR MARKETING HAS BEEN LATELY#actually i notice marketing in general has just dropped in quality lately but what'eve's#my bro wanted to take me to see it so badly and i couldn't understand why until i watched it like#trust me dudes it's GORGEOUS#AND its got amazing story#like#UGH I'M FISTFIGHTING THE TRAILER#IT LEADS YOU TO BELIEVE THE MOVIE IS ABOUT SOMETHING TOTALLY DIFFERENT#LIKE ITS SO BAD#THE MOVIE ITSELF IS TOP TIER QUALITY#I would say i'm overhyping but then i remember some of the lines and the way the characters and relationship are written and just#no i'm really not overhyping it's actually really good#there's so much mroe going on in that movie than just romance my dude
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SPREADING THE SAIKI K AGENDA
EVERYONE GO WATCH SAIKI K RN
#ranboo#ranboo fanart#ranboofanart#ranboo art#ranboolive#saiki k#the disastrous life of saiki k#everyone go watch it rn#its so good#especially the dub#its so funny#i cooked i fear
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The new spooky month episode left me in shambles thanks pelo
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just something really quick before gomens season 2 !!!
#good omens#aziraphale#crowley#ineffable husbands#good omens fanart#pn.art#IM SOSOOO EXCITEDDDDDD AAHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#IDC ABOUT TH E ANATOMY I DID THIS IN LIKE 2-3 HOURS ITS 4AM RN IM SOSOSO EXCITED#im going to go to bed now though so ill be a little late to watching it BUH BYE GOODNIGHT HAPPY GOOD OMENS DAY!!!!!!
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sheesh speaking of psychic damage, bro is trying to kill himself with his mind here
#14: i get you alone without witnesses and its fuckign over#15: youre making me look SO bad rn#'as if i would ever do that! hugs <3'#14 knowing all his own tricks: i dont trust you as far as i can throw you#theres a lot of fun to be had here actually wrt like. who knows/thinks/believes what right?#like for 15 the bigeneration was Bad. for 14 we dont know#they might be doing a double act! theyve got the same dog in the fight right?#its a really good shot you should go watch this oh my goddddddd obsessed#so much to be read into this#like dont get fooled by the hugging they know Exactly who they are and they Do Not fucking like that person#15 kicks them out Immediately!#hes like okay this was fun :) get the fuck out of my house#its very ruth doctor 'i'd like it if you got off my ship now'#its very very that#14 knows its that#they know themselves well enough i dont think hes fooled by 15#i'll rewatch the whole thing to see the rest of it. in context of these thoughts. bc i havent thought abt this before#but i dont think 14 is fooled at all#he knows who he is. he knows what hes like. he knows what hes to be trusted on and what Not#'im fine bc you fix yourself' 14 is like yeah Right#'idk what the fuck is gonna happen but youre FineTM. FineTM is the best we do'
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I HAVE IDEAS OMG
Lemme cook lemme cook i have such fun ideas rn i do suck at like actually rendering and finishing art ideas BUT I WILL CHANGE THAT IM GETTING BETTER I SWEAR JUST WATCH IMMA BE THE BEST
its obviously joel smallishbeans bean fanart and its obvious when it is in hermitcraft ten I drew thumbnail sketch ideas and i'll try to pick an render one tmr >:DDDDDDDD
#hermitcraft 10#hc s10#Boom boom go explode joel smallishbeans explode#joel smallishbeans#smallishbeans#joel smallishbeans bean#smallishbeans hermitcraft#its not smallishbeans fanart without him telling you to subscribe#smallishbeans fanart#subscribe to joel smallishbeans bean#Im cooking pls hear me out or watch me out idk#I dont render art much its gonna change im gonna be so good at rendering art guys i swear i swear#my motivation rn is joel smallishbeans bean and i am not letting it Go#watch me become so amazing i'll be so awesome and famous and this is the start i swear sakdfjalkdj#I think you can see how joel smallishbeans bean influenced me#sorry not sorry#(SORRY IM YAPPING TOO MUCH)#why are you reading all these tags#like there are so many tags#thanks but your obsession is showing#SORRY THAT WAS A BIT MEAN IT WAS A REFERNCE TO JOEL AND ETHO#Alr im done now you can go#I lied i wasnt done#anyhow how are you??
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Memento
Whumptober Day 22: Glass Shard
Characters: Four, Sky, everyone else is there
Trigger warnings: Self-harm, it’s unintentional but it’s there, minor nudity, panic attacks, a special kind of unreliable narrator, many bad decisions are made
Read on Ao3!
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The portal looks like any other. It’s only as he steps through that Four registers something – off – as his awareness stretches and spirals and f r a y s
They’re scattered in the void between stars, drowning and endless, flecks of insignificance against a being so much greater that the scale of it is lost to them.
OUTSIDE EQUIPMENT IS FORBIDDEN.
Their body doesn’t exist right now. It’s so easy for the entity to strip them down to their essentials, their skin and their blood and their bones, leaving everything else behind in the void. Peeling away everything that isn’t them, their sword, their tunics, the cord at their throat –
No!
In this moment-between-moments they’re barely a spark of thoughts, a soul in potentia, and every fibre of their being curls tight and defensive against the gentle tug. Over their heart, they wrap threads of lightning and fire around a faint and faded glimmer. They resist.
The entity tugs again.
No no no don’t take it please don’t take it I can’t lose it I can’t lose him I can’t –
The entity… pauses.
They cling tighter. I won’t let you take it.
ALL OUTSIDE EQUIPMENT IS FORBIDDEN.
They keen in soundless protest. Mine-his-only-thing-left-grief-and-horror-and-mourning–
…ALL OUTSIDE EQUIPMENT IS FORBIDDEN. BUT A TRINKET THAT GRANTS NO ADVANTAGE… THAT, I CAN ALLOW.
And they’re flooded with relief a split second before they’re flooded with sound and light and ow.
Everything always tingles for a few seconds, after teleportation. All his pieces realising they’re still alive, registering protests about the sand beneath him, the chill of the air, the ache in his tightly-clenched hand –
“What the fuck –”
“Who took my rings –”
“WHERE IN DIN’S NAME ARE MY PANTS?!”
Everyone else is discovering they’ve been stripped of their equipment and are reacting accordingly. Four sits up slowly, flexes his throbbing fingers just enough to check –
A thin cord tugs at his neck; razor edges bite into his palm. The necklace is safe. He didn’t lose it. It’s safe.
He shudders out a sigh, hot and cold playing over his bare skin. After the panic attack, all of them slammed together in united desperation, everything feels kind of muffled. There, but unimportant. Even everyone’s noisy agitation isn’t worth responding to – no one is missing, no one is hurt, they’re just upset. They don’t need him for that.
“Four – shit, Four, you’re bleeding–!”
He realises what they’re reaching for almost too late. “No!” he yelps. “No don’t touch it it’s mine don’t take it no no no–” The sand is cool and slippery under their feet as they scrabble back. There’s a wall, there’s a corner, there’s nowhere to run so they huddle instead, curled protectively around the hand holding his necklace and keening high and panicked.
“Don’t take it,” he gasps, “please don’t.”
“It’s okay,” someone soothes, “it’s okay. I won’t take it. I’m just worried about your hand. It’s bleeding; are you hurt? I’m not going to take anything from you. I just want to see your hand. Do you think you can do that?”
Panting, Four peeks out of his defensive ball. Sky is there, not too close, crouched far enough away to give him some space. His tentative smile widens when he sees Four looking back at him.
“I promise I won’t take it,” he repeats. “Can you take a deep breath for me? Please?”
Aware he’s being handled and annoyed by it, Four obeys only out of spite. Breathing the full depth of his lungs hurts. It takes a few gasping starts to get all the way down, and by then the green-grey panic has faded from the edges of his vision.
“I hate that this shit works,” he says in a sapphire-tinted growl.
Sky is infuriatingly patient. “If it didn’t work, we wouldn’t ask you to do it. Do you think I’d be able to take a look at your hand now? Please?”
As the adrenaline fades it is starting to hurt. And… it’s Sky. He… they trust Sky.
Mostly, indigo murmurs.
Slowly he uncurls his fingers, wincing crimson as the pain flares. Blood runs down his bare arm. It’s still a struggle to let go enough to switch the blood-streaked pendant to his other hand. His heart drops into freefall for the instant it takes his fingers to close, only steadies when the edges bite just enough to register. Only then does he let Sky take him by the wrist.
Welling up from the ragged cuts, blood drips to the sand; Sky frowns in concern. “Some of these look deep… does anyone have a potion? Bandages, even? I seem to have misplaced my kit…”
“No,” says Wild, grimacing. “It’s… I’ve only ever seen one of these before, but the shrine keeper takes everything as you come in. Weapons, equipment, armour.”
“Fucking clothes,” Legend mutters.
“You don’t even wear pants to start with, Legend,” says Twilight.
“That doesn’t mean I want to go naked!”
“Magic’s probably still on the table, if you have the strength for it.” Wild shoots Hyrule a hopeful look.
Without meaning to Four tenses when Hyrule gets close.
“I’m not going to take it from you,” Hyrule says, repeating Sky’s words from earlier.
Four flushes with dull embarrassment. “Sorry.”
“No, I’m sorry for scaring you.” Moving more slowly, Hyrule carefully lays his fingertips on Four’s bleeding hand. They start to glow, a gentle spring green, and Four watches the self-inflicted cuts fade away, leaving smears of blood behind.
“Thanks,” he says. Then, to avoid the inevitable questions, he forces himself to stand, looks straight at Wild, and ploughs onwards: “So, how do we get out of here?”
“Well, assuming this is some kind of shrine, it could vary. Sometimes they’re… moving puzzles. Like, you have to move a ball down a path, but there are lasers in the way that will knock you into a pit if you don’t block them somehow. Or you have to reach a high area but there’s no ladder, but there are things that you can pile up into like a really lopsided set of stairs. Other times they’re combat trials – you have to defeat a certain monster, or a group of monsters, to make the final door open.”
Wind makes a noise of understanding. “Oh, so it’s just a dungeon then. Cool.”
Wild frowns. “I… dunno? You guys always made dungeons sound, like, super drawn out. These are like. Two, maybe three tasks, and you’re done. The steals-all-your-shit shrine was the worst for that alone but it was also a combined combat-puzzle thing. I guess you didn’t have to fight the monsters to get the balls, but it was a lot easier carrying them around if you didn’t also have to dodge arrow fire.”
“And you did this without armour or a sword?” says Warriors, somewhere between aghast and impressed.
“I broke a lot of sticks,” Wild agrees. “I would have given so much for even the crappiest sword, but I’ve never been able to get anything past the shrine keeper.”
“Thought you said you’d only seen one of these?” Legend runs his fingers over his knuckles again. It’s an unconscious motion, missing his rings.
“Well I ran the first time, didn’t I?” says Wild reasonably. “Panicked and ran for it. When I got far enough away the monk gave me all my shit back. I tried a couple times to sneak stuff in, throw it from the raft or whatever, but no dice. How’d you do it, Four?”
Four’s hand tightens. Hot blood starts to seep into the spaces between his fingers, something sharp like panic coiling around his heart.
“Steady, Four,” says Sky. “Deep breaths. Shit, you’re bleeding again – Wild!”
“I’m sorry! I was just curious!”
Four wants this over with. Why can’t they just leave them alone, fuck, they’re always asking and poking and so goddamn nosy, they never let things go, he can see their burning curiosity and knows what they want, he can feel it pressing in on his heart –
If he doesn’t think about it too hard, the words can stumble out. “I felt it – and – I fought it.”
Legend frowns. “You fought it for your necklace? Why not your sword – hell, your shirt?”
“How did you even feel it?” Wind demands. “One second we were walking into a portal and the next we’re stripped to our skivvies! There was no time!”
“Time’s more flexible than you think,” they say absently. Their fingers shift, making glass cut twilight-sharp, and their heart steadies.
“When the portal – when we entered the shrine – there was a moment where – Wild called it the shrine keeper – I – felt it. Taking everything away. Bag. Sword. Clothing. But –” his hand twitches again. Sky hisses as more blood hits the sand. “I couldn’t let them take this. It’s the only thing I have of my best friend.”
The words fall from his lips in blood red and bruise purple and he meant to say them but he didn’t and he regrets them but he doesn’t. The pendant is important, they can’t lose it, they need the others to understand that –
Their mind turns inward. What if they hadn’t – convinced them? What if the shrine keeper had taken the fragile shard of glass –
Give it back! It’s like an echo of a memory, too-sharp and too-clear. Please give it back, please!
Their fingers tighten. Pain swells, drowns out the almost-memories, and stays a constant drumming throb even when they relax.
Unease runs viridian.
“–our, I need you to take a breath for me, can you do that? C’mon, head up, you can do it –”
Calm and steady, Sky’s voice draws them from the almost-flashback. It’s harder this time – they hurt, and they’re tired, and the grief isn’t lurking so much as clawing up their spine. The world presses in on them. They hurt, Green-Red-Blue-Vio all caught up in we-miss-him-we-miss-him-we-miss-him. It makes everything harder, when all they want to do is fall deep and curl up in mirror-shard memories that hurt the same way they do. (The pain is comforting.) (They know it shouldn’t be.)
When they’re like this, when they can’t find the balance that lets them be Four instead of four, when they don’t even want to – someone has to take the reins. Someone who’s capable of at least pretending to be a person, for a while – and this time, that’s Red. Red, who feels things so intensely he circles right back around to ‘functional’. Who manages to take a full breath of air even through the tears, making Sky smile encouragement.
“Good! Good job, just keep it up, you’re alright.”
Red wants the smile, wants the comfort just as much as he hates it. It’s wrong. Too big, the wrong shape, smells of feathers and sunlight instead of smoke and steel. Another stuttering breath rips through his chest. He misses them so much – misses them all, even when they’re right there with him because it’s not the same. And there’s nothing he can do about it except breathe, and cry, and wait for the storm to pass.
Hyrule inches closer. “Four, you’re bleeding again. Can I see your hand?”
Red breathes through the avalanche of fear and hurt and no. Checks – the bleeding isn’t bad – before shaking his head. “S’fine.”
“I don’t want to leave you in pain. Please?”
“No.” It comes out harsher than he intends.
“Okay, not right now. Can you let me know when you’re ready?”
Red hums agreement. Presses the hand against his sternum, feels the way it makes glass shift in his fingers.
“Just make sure you get it treated, little one,” Time says from nearby, deep and slow. “That’s your sword hand.” He’s – closer than Red had realised. They all are, actually.
“You gotta look after yourself!” Wild adds.
That is possibly the most hypocritical thing he’s ever heard Wild say, and for a moment he just stares. Then he gets distracted by Wind, bouncing and clearly relieved Four is looking more stable.
“It’s okay, Four! Wild says these don’t take long, so we’ll be out of here and back to normal in no time!” His eyes catch on Four’s hand – still clenched tight, still bleeding – and flicker uncertainly. Then he squeaks and flails in protest as Warriors scrubs a hand through his hair.
“Sailor’s right, it’ll be okay. Maybe talk to your friend next time you’re home? See about getting a spare – or somewhere safer to keep it?”
Twilight makes a noise of agreement. “Your friend must be real important to ya,” he says, “but you haven’t mentioned ‘em before. Can you tell us about them?”
Embers spark.
“He killed himself,” Four says boldly, “to save my life.”
There’s a brief, horrified silence.
Then everyone bursts out talking at once, Twilight’s frantic apologies mixing with Wind telling him off, Hyrule pleading to let him help, Warriors protesting something that gets lost in the commotion. They’re guilty, apologetic, desperately trying to help.
Red doesn’t care.
“I can’t just – get a new one, because it was his, and now he’s gone. He saved me – he saved all of fucking Hyrule – and people call me a hero when I couldn’t – I couldn’t even save him.” Under a layer of numb his skin is burning, with hurt, with anger, with the grief he holds close. He still feels so cold. It isn’t fair.
Time interrupts before he can dig his heels too deep. “How old were you?” His voice is gentle, almost distant.
“We were – we were both thirteen.” His voice cracks and he has to use his free hand to dash away angry tears. This is why he doesn’t talk about it, dammit.
Sky hugs him.
It’s more awkward than usual, without all their layers in the way – why does skin have to be so warm, and slightly sticky, ugh – but Sky is determined, and Four – doesn’t have it in him to protest, right now. Leaning into Sky’s chest, he lets himself relax – lets his fingers loosen, just a little, on the shard of mirror-glass.
They just want this to be over.
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When Four doesn’t fight him, just lets himself be held, Sky fixes the rest of the group with a sharp eye. “Wild, how fast can you get us through this?”
Wild’s back goes straight. “Depends on the tasks, usually doesn’t take more than an hour or two.”
“How do we get out afterwards?”
Wild glances around, grimacing. “Well, usually there’s a – a platform that carries you up and down, but I don’t see one here – this looks really different to what I’m used to, but it – it feels the same, I guess?”
Sky stays focused on problem solving. “Any other ways out?”
“The shrine keeper. When you approach them, the shrine keeper teleports you out.”
“Can we bypass the dungeon and go straight for the exit that way?”
“No, they – they’re always blocked off, you have to – the shrine wants you to do something, and you have to figure it out and – and actually do it, before the path opens – sometimes the problem is the path –”
“Okay, so it is like a dungeon,” says Legend. He’s tense, keeps flicking quick looks at Four and the way he’s standing unprotestingly in Sky’s hold. “How fast d’you think we can get through with multiple people helping?”
“Only one way to find out!” says Sky with false cheer.
Quickly they get themselves organised. There’s no equipment to outfit themselves with, no armour to check; all they can do is split into smaller groups to hopefully cover all corners as fast as possible. Legend makes a point of putting Warriors in the only group of three. Warriors complains, but’s mostly a front. He’s never experienced a dungeon before and is rightly wary, so putting him with two other people who have only makes sense.
Sky they leave to babysit Four, whose empty expression and slow reflexes are not convincing anyone that he’s capable of a dungeon run. Some traps have genuinely murderous timing. He’s also still refusing to let go of his necklace, which cuts him deep enough to bleed every time something makes him startle.
Once they’re gone, and the sandy hallway has gone still, Sky gently rocks on his feet, moving Four with him. “Hey, Four? You with me at all?”
Four gives a displeased grunt.
“Yeah, I know.” Sky’s heart hurts. “C’mon, let’s sit down again. The others will come get us later.”
Four goes with him when he tugs, crouching and then tumbling into a clumsy sit. His knees draw close to his face, seemingly without thought, going back to the defensive huddle with his bloodied hand at the centre. Stormy grey is alert, if sullen. Mostly Four just looks tired.
Sky sits beside him, not wanting to overwhelm him further. “It’s okay. They’re a lot sometimes, but they mean well.”
Four’s response is too muffled to translate.
“Sorry, Four, I didn’t catch that.”
“I’m tired of them asking!” he bursts out. “I’m tired of them asking about – about friends, and family, and do you have someone special waiting for you at home, and – it hurts, and I’m tired of it, and they won’t stop!”
And of course that was the danger in Red fronting when they were this emotional – what came out was what they felt, no deflecting or sugar coating, no way to hide after.
“I’m sorry,” Sky says. “I didn’t realise it was bothering you so much. I can talk to the others about it and make sure everyone stops.”
If they haven’t sworn off it already. Blue, sardonic, even through the grey haze cloaking their mind.
I feel bad, Green murmurs, they were just trying to help.
After such an outburst? Doubtless they feel worse than you do, says Vio.
“They should feel guilty,” Red mutters, and it’s shot through with indigo venom. “Maybe now they’ll shut up.”
Sky tightens the arm across his shoulders. “It’ll be okay.”
He feels helpless. Four isn’t usually – vindictive, like this. Nor prone to outbursts and fits of temper. Being stripped mostly naked would knock anyone off-balance, to say nothing of the desperate way Four is protecting his necklace, but – Sky just doesn’t know what to do. Four’s a lot more functional than he would be, after three panic attacks back-to-back, but how much of that is just a mask? How much is he really struggling to hold it together?
(Would Sky even be able to tell, when Four’s been hiding this for so long?)
He runs a hand through his hair, absent-minded, and catches on the lack of catching at his ears. “Aw, man. It even took my earrings. Wild did say it would give them back after, right?”
“…yeah.”
His sigh of relief is only slightly exaggerated. “That’s good. Those weren’t easy to get, you know.”
Four’s tired blink isn’t the most rousing expression of interest, but Sky launches into the story anyway. He has to let go of Four to make the gestures his hands want to, and – it’s fine. Four doesn’t collapse in on himself at the loss of contact. All he does is turn his head to watch Sky talk, eyes still a little too sharp.
Sky hopes the distraction helps. Involving Four hadn’t worked, but something completely outside of himself, something new to hold onto? Maybe it will help him calm down from the edge of panic he’s been riding since they first stumbled out of the portal.
It’s as he’s describing Scrapper and the Mogmas that Wind’s shout draws them both to look up. “Hey, guys! Legend cracked it!” He waves enthusiastically, like maybe they hadn’t yet noticed him standing in his skivvies at the end of the hall. “There’s a big statue but Wild doesn’t wanna mess with it ‘til everyone’s there! C’mon!”
Four refuses Sky’s hand to get up, though he’s a little shaky on his feet. Sky tries not to hover. He knows how annoying it is, having people looming close just waiting for you to fail, and at the same time, he doesn’t want Four to hurt himself if he stumbles and falls.
Wild was right: this isn’t nearly as long and complex as a dungeon. According to Wind, who chatters on as they make their way up the spiralling collection of ramps, they’d had to do a fair bit of work pulling things apart to make it traversable for anyone who wasn’t Wild. “It took him and Twilight and Legend with his power bracelets to move that block,” he waves at the massive piece of stone they’re walking over to the next bridge-like panel. “And then Wild used his slate for these metal pieces, except he kept dropping them, and his aim is shit, so Wars nearly fell in that pool getting out of the way.”
Sky snorts at the mental image.
When they make it to the top, they find the others loosely gathered around some kind of blocky statue. It looks like a cross between an owl, a fox, and a rabbit. What even needs ears that long?
Wild flashes them a strained grin over his shoulder. “So! Usually I find a ten-thousand-year-old Sheikah monk at the end of these things, but it’s got kinda the same feel to it, so we’re gonna try anyway. Just in case, everyone grab hold of me.”
That isn’t easy. Eight different people have to crowd around Wild’s back and sides to make sure everyone has a hand on him. Sky spots Four’s hand in the crush, still streaked with drying blood, and his stomach rolls.
“Okay, everyone ready? Here goes nothing.” Wild reaches out towards the statue.
For a long moment, nothing happens.
Then the world twists like a Time Gate, several things happening at once. A panel goes red – lights up green – a glimmering box of blue light shatters, flinging threads of glass before they freeze in midair – an angry buzzing noise – chiming fairy bells –
The statue smiles.
WELL DONE.
And as suddenly as it started, it all stops.
Sky fumbles a bit at the added weight, his sailcloth dragging at his shoulders and his earrings suddenly heavy in his ears. Time’s armour makes a crashing noise like it had been dropped from a height; Time grunts.
They’re outside, grass under their feet and a weird teardrop-shaped stone building behind them. Sky doesn’t know where they are – it’s all hills and fields and low-hanging trees – but there’s no monsters in eyeshot so he uses the opportunity to double check all his belongings were returned. Earrings, sailcloth, clothes – check. Bag – check, and it looks like the contents are intact. Master Sword and scabbard, fucking goddessdamned check. He did not appreciate losing her, even for a couple of hours.
Around him the others are doing much the same, adjusting clothes and checking packs. Legend’s running his fingers over his rings like he’s counting them, while Warriors struggles to get his mail to sit right over his bad shoulder.
And Four –
All Sky catches a glimpse of is black and glossy and strangely clean of blood before Four is shoving the pendant down the neck of his tunic, out of sight.
The difference is immense. All the tension drops out of his shoulders, he stops standing hunched in on himself, even his face relaxes from its hard, suspicious lines. There’s still creases around his too-red eyes – he’s still feeling the effects of the panic and stress of the day – but he looks more himself.
He even smiles at Wind’s little dance of happiness at getting his pants back. “Aren’t you the first one to strip every time we find a lake?”
Brightening at the sound of his voice, Wind spins to face him and beams. “Yeah, but that’s different! Lakes are fun! This was just annoying.”
“You shoulda heard him whine when we asked him to scale that rope,” says Legend.
Wind makes an outraged noise. “You try climbing coarse hemp with no pants! I ain’t a fan of splinters in me privates!”
The laughter and bickering is slightly strained. Even as Hyrule creeps up and is finally, finally allowed to heal his torn-up hand and wipe away the blood, everyone’s giving Four his space. Not pushing, not demanding things of him, just letting him exist with them.
Good. Sky will still catch them up individually, make sure everyone knows Four’s had enough of personal questions, but for now at least, everything is okay.
Wild finishes what he was doing – taking photographs of the weird building? – and waves his Slate at everyone. “Definitely my Hyrule! If we head north, we should make it to Castle Town by nightfall.”
“Isn’t your Castle Town still mostly construction site?” Legend says, and Wild shrugs.
“If you wanna spend two days walking to Kakariko, be my guest, but there’s at least a temporary stable and inn at Castle Town.”
“I vote beds,” says Wind immediately.
Sky agrees – from the look of the sun, they’re mid-afternoon, so being just a couple of hours away from safety is very appealing. It only takes a little debate for Legend to give in, since he doesn’t want to sleep on the ground if he doesn’t have to, either. As they set off through the grass, Sky scans the group one last time.
Twilight’s up the front with Wild, Hyrule looking on in fascination as Wild waves at a herd of horses and threatens to catch one. Warriors is close enough to intervene if necessary, while Legend is deliberately ignoring them in favour of studying the landscape – in the opposite direction of Wild’s horses. Wind has dragged Time into a conversation about his armour, with Four – steady and reserved once more – chiming in here and there about plate maintenance.
Sky takes a deep breath, and lets the tension run out of him as he exhales.
For now, everything’s okay.
#whumptober 2023#linked universe#lu fic#skies writes#lu four#lu sky#lu wind#lu wild#lu twilight#lu legend#lu hyrule#lu warriors#don't @ me if your fave did a dumb#they are all stressed and dumb rn#i debated having this like a ‘you can keep ONE THING’ but decided the incidental nudity would probably not be conducive to good angst#regarding four and who’s speaking at any one time: if it’s not clear it's not meant to be clear#:)#I know there are ways to get equipment onto eventide#but i like imagining the monk sitting there watching link’s attempts to bypass it rolling its eyes and going ‘i can’t let you do that dave'
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i.am normal in both thoughts and feelings
#anyway go watch mythbusters its very good#(s4 e30 if anyone is curious)#its their one hundredth episode!!#its on prime (at least in canada) and.on the website on your compuper :)#im high rn and this whole post took.a tremendous amount of effort#i hope you can feel all the love i have in my heart#truly <3#mythbusters#molly speaks
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i saw a post saying boom was good bc it feels like it could be done with any doctor/companion duo and honestly that was one of the things i felt was wrong with it
#in a show with a title character that could be Literally Anyone and a companion sharing the lead that could be Literally Anyone#i value the little moments that set this duo apart from the rest. ESPECIALLY when it comes to returning writers like rtd/moff#fifteen and ruby felt a little too eleven/twelve and clara adjacent in boom. in both their dialogue and characterization#space babies also landed a little weird at first bc it lifted a bit from end of the world BUT the scenes that fifteen and ruby#had to themselves. like ruby getting covered in snot and fifteen laughing. or fifteen and ruby looking after the Space Babies#or fifteen going out of his way to save the monster bc that monster is the only one of its kind Just Like Him Fr#that stuff is so good and its also something we haven't seen from another nuwho doctor. the vulnerable bleeding-heart empathy#and a dynamic w a companion that is basically 'two troublemakers that just deeply love fun and adventure and getting into trouble together'#oh yeah and also the devil's chord was peak fiction because it touches on fifteen's renewed connection and love for humanity#and marries it to ruby being a musician and how music like any art is the expression of the human soul etc etc#WHAT MAKES A DOCTOR WHO STORY GOOD TO ME IS PARTLY HOW THE PREMISE TIES INTO THE DOCTOR AND COMPANION'S CHARACTERS#IT HAS TO FEEL LIKE IT WAS TAILOR MADE TO THEM. ELSE IT WONT LAND RIGHT TO ME#i hate the take that they should've saved wild blue yonder for a fifteen episode bc#the tension is hinged on how well the doctor/companion know each other. u have a level of it that u can ONLY get#with fourteen and donna who are two halves of a whole soul but have also spent much more time missing the other than knowing them#im not rewatching fifteen's eps rn until a week later when i can watch it w my qpp but#rn i still feel a stronger sense of fifteen and ruby's characters from all the rtd-written eps rather moffat#which like. i get that a lot of that is my personal dislike of moffat's writing style but still#dr who#15 era#dw spoilers
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