#chained spirits oracle

[chained-spirits]

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Quick edit - can we pretend reaper don't have a sword and sheild in this, this is a RETCON ;)

[thenmichael]

This might be my only contribution to Mermay cus I have exams for the next few months

[dearchose]

Oracle and Tag from @chained-spirits in pony form

I may or may not have an obsession with mlp XDD

[rockattitudegr]

Οι Harmonize Oracle δημοσιεύουν το νέο τους single Chained Spirit με ένα μήνυμα προς τους ακόλουθους τους!

[zarvasace]

Pathfinder Chain 2.0

Masterpost

In which the LU boys are interpreted as having lived their lives and adventures in Golarion, as seen in Pathfinder 2e. Post/Mid-Godsrain. Will include art (mostly for character designs) and fic (specifically Febuwhump 2025.)

For some context in case you are unaware: Pathfinder is similar to Dungeons & Dragons, in which characters have numbers and you roll dice. It is generally played with a group of people each with their own character, but here I'm giving them all the numbers and using them as a basis for fic. It is a high-magic setting built on a foundation of Tolkien-inspired fantasy.

First appearance: Jan 8, 2025

Tag: #pathfinder chain (old designs use this tag, as well)

Previous Pathfinder Chain post, with old art.

My previous Pathfinder Chain was made attempting to model the existing characters in the game as closely as possible, so we saw a lot of rangers and fighters and really only the one spellcaster (two, if we're counting Shadow.) These new character sheets have a different philosophy in mind, one that attempts to put the characters in the existing Pathfinder world and mesh their stories and gods with the lore. By that logic, there are more spellcasters, and I'm attempting to indulge the high-magic kitchen-sink god-bothered fantasy feel with these designs and stories. I'm very happy with them so far!! I'm planning to talk about the designs here, mostly, and reveal story details in fics.

In the update from 1.0 to 2.0, some of my decisions about ancestry and class changed, but plenty stayed the same. I've actually created character sheets this time, however, so I'm very excited to talk at length about those. :) For anyone interested in learning more about my choices, asks are open, and so is 2e.aonprd.com, the free, licensed online database of Pathfinder rules. I’m using Free Archetype and they’re all level 5.

Without further ado, may I happily present my second-version Pathfinder Chain, to be updated as I complete details and show you all the art that I'm working on!—

Four - halfling aiuvarin, artisan, thief rogue, ancestors oracle

Hyrule - sprite ganzi, nomad, phoenix bloodline sorceror, living vessel

Legend - elf beastkin, free spirit, thaumaturge (wand/weapon), sleepwalker

Sky - songbird strix, chosen one, exemplar, fighter

Time - human changeling, feybound, warrior muse bard, chronoskimmer

Twilight - awakened wolf, farmhand, untamed order druid, curse maelstrom

Warriors - keen-venom vishkanya, guard, commander, medic

Wild - human duskwalker, amnesiac, dragon instinct barbarian, wandering chef

Wind - azarketi sylph, sailor, rascal swashbuckler, air kineticist

All intro posts complete as of 1/15/25

[lullabyalikpoptarot]

Jungkook's Career Reading

Now time for the last member for BTS' career reading. I would leave it to Jungkook to give me some intensity here, so some promising cards, but there is some darkness here too.

So, we start with the Pluto energy. I was surprised to get this, but I really shouldn't be though. This card usually just gives me that there is some old stuck, murky energy that needs to be released. The color is very murky, can't think of anything else. So, he may need to remove some dark energy or toxicity out of his life regarding his career. There is a lot of dark shadows around him when it comes to his career. I am hearing Come Clean by Hilary Duff. He's got to work on clearing this energy.

Now, we got to the 5 of Pentacles, the first word that I noticed was the Darkside of money. I feel this may relate to him somehow and if you read his perspective reading. You may know what I am referring to, because I am being pulled to that reading. He may also feel neglected, left out, not sure he feels he has much support when it comes to his career or maybe this is how he feels right now that he is in the Military. He might be in a doom and gloom energy right now. But the 5 of Pentacles isn't about emotions. It is about maybe not feeling safe and comfortable at the moment, and he may now feel that way regarding his career as well.

Now, with this Angel card. I can see this as he does have a lot of angelic support and guidance around him. I also see this as him being a gentle soul and very caring towards others and wanting to support and protect others, maybe this is others in the industry.

With this Addict card, the imagery here speaks to me. He wants to push away any negativity that may come from the industry and try to fight and resist temptation, not sure what that is, but that popped up. I am not sure if he has any addictions, but he tries not to fall prey to it, or any patterns this industry tries to cultivate in him.

Now, I see promising things for him with the Tarot cards. I can see the world card as he does have global appeal, and he can impact the world with his art and music. I can still see him doing that once he is out. I feel there is a lot of music he wants to create. He wants to explore and try new things and expand himself. I see an adventurous and rebellious nature to him as well. I see that in his music already, so there will be more of that. I see him trying to visualize what he plans to do.

I do see a lot of stress, worries and sleepless nights with him. I wonder if there is some sort of bullying with him. There is a sense he could be taunted by others or just taunted by the past. I am not sure if this is the Miliary or the industry, but I am asking about his career, but current energy sometimes seeps through my readings.

Now, it is interesting that the devil card was exactly behind this 6 of Wands when I pulled the card out, which gives me there is something darker and more sinister to his success and rise to fame that is hiding behind all the glitz and glam, not liking that, but this goes along with my perspective reading. There are chains that comes with success for him. It isn't all that it seems.

I am not really understanding this false assumption card here. This card is urging him to let go of a need to be right and making false assumptions. Now, maybe he is prone to do that and maybe he is making things worse than what it is, but I don't get that impression from the cards or his energy. I was looking at the cards for some answer to this and the keyword on one of the cards says, "a sense of lack in life." I think that could be it. He may feel he has nothing in life, but he actually has an abundance of things. If he starts to look at what he has rather than what he doesn't have. He may start to feel better about himself and his situation. He may just focus on the downsides, which can lead him into misery.

Now, to the final cards, Peacock spirit, one of my favorite cards in this oracle. It is time to let himself shine and show his true colors. To allow his talents to flourish. To use the spotlight in a beneficial way, that can help him and others. Once he gets out of the Military. I feel this is something he may or should do. He also has the ability of communicating to the masses and shedding light on some things as well, not sure what that is exactly, just go with the messages I get.

So, yeah, I do see some downsides here, but I can also see some positive things happening for him as well. Once he is able to transform all that negative energy to something far greater and more positive in his life. It is time for him to leave that negative energy behind him. I am wishing him all the best. Another interesting reading from him. Now time to get to their love readings after this. It was a fun journey regarding all their career readings.

I also find it interesting that I don't feel anything with his energy, like no blockers/protections or anything with the type of messaging he gives me, but for others I do, and I don't see their readings as dark as his. That confuses me sometimes, like why some and not others, not sure how that works. Anyway, always enjoy getting to know more of his story from my interpretation. No facts. I find his story interesting.

[aliciavance4228]

Never really got this part about the myth of Perseus and Andromeda, so if you know more about the historical/cultural context of that scene I will be glad.

So we know that after the Oracle told Cepheus that Andromeda must be sacrificed to Cetus she was chained to a rock, right? The thing is, she was also stripped naked, for reasons ancient poets didn't care to explain. At first you would be like: "Well, maybe this was a religious/cultural thing when it came to human sacrifices, right?" I haven't managed to find any source that states that, and we never really see any other human sacrifices from Greek Mythology (Iphigenia, the Coronides etc.) being stripped naked. Not to mention that Andromeda was embarrassed at first when Perseus saw her like that.

Why was she naked in the first place? So that Cetus won't choke himself with her clothes? Because her mother claimed that she's more beautiful than the nereids and by beauty she ment her body as well and it's some sort of an association?

I know that this is rather a modern idea, but removing someone's clothes can be perceived as a form of humiliation, since you're putting someone in a posture of vulnerability. Even in the previous century there were a lot of cases of people being stripped naked during interrogations for this reason. Men were asked to take off their clothes in order to break their spirit by not being in control, whereas women usually had their clothes cut or torn off.

Honestly, at this point I'm wondering why were Andromeda's parents surprised by the fact that she wanted to go with the guy who saved her rather than remain with them in Aethiopia in the first place.

[adrift-in-thyme]

hello, sorry to bother you but i am very new to legand of zelda and i'm new to this whole link univeres thing. if you don't mind me asking, which link is which, as in which one is time or wind, i've been getting confused. also in order, who is older and who is younger. sorry to bother you.

Hi there! And welcome to the fandom! The Zelda games are just about my favorite thing ever and LU is so so much fun

Also no need to apologize! You’re not bothering me at all! I’m always happy to talk loz hehe.

I’m gonna put the rest of the post under the cut cause it’s gonna be long. Also I don’t know they’re exact ages so I’m just gonna go off of general vibes

(All image credits to @/linkeduniverse)

Time

Games: Ocarina of Time, Majora’s Mask

Description: The oldest in the Chain (no one knows his true age save for himself and Malon and neither are telling), this time traveling hero saved both Hyrule and the parallel world of Termina in his youth. In the process, he accidentally split the timeline into three. He carries a lot of baggage as a result of the many losses he has experienced, though he has found peace in his love for his wife Malon.

Warriors

Games: Hyrule Warriors (the first one)

Description: The only Link in the Chain who’s from a non-canon game (it’s canon to us), Warriors faced the horrors the battlefield when the evil sorceress Cia invaded his Hyrule. He may not have ever stepped inside of a true dungeon, but he’s an expert strategist. Though it’s not canon in LU, a lot of us hc that he knows Time from the war (Time was a playable character in the Definitive Edition of the game).

He is likely close to Twilight in age. These two are the second oldest in the group

Twilight

Games: Twilight Princess

Description: A ranch hand and descendant of the Hero of Time, Twilight faced the Twilight Invasion with Midna. With the shadow crystal he wears on a band around his neck he can transform into a fierce wolf. Really, he’s a big softy though. He adores his adoptive family in Ordon Village and is a big brother to the kids.

In LU Wild knows him because of the Wolf Link amiibo companion in Breath of the Wild.

Sky

Games: Skyward Sword

Description: As very first hero, Sky became a self-fulfilling prophecy when he dove from Skyloft to the Surface to save his best friend Zelda. Don’t let his penchant for napping fool you. As kind and empathetic as he is fierce and relentless, Sky is a trained knight and a master swordsman. He knew the spirit within the Master Sword and honed the weapon into the brilliant blade the heroes after him wielded against Ganondorf.

Wild

Games: Breath of the Wild, Tears of the Kingdom

Description: Once a stalwart knight with the weight of the world upon his shoulders, Wild perished during the fall of his Hyrule and awoke 100 years later without any memory of his previous life. (I take it back, Wild’s the oldest in the Chain not Time XD). A survivalist with a knack for cooking and a penchant for chaos (and feats of engineering), Wild is every bit as competent as his companions. However, he faults himself for the destruction of Hyrule and suffers insecurity because of it.

Legend

Games: A Link to the Past, Oracle of Ages, Oracle of Seasons, A Link Between Worlds, and Link’s Awakening

Description: He’s called the veteran for a reason. The last in the line of knights who serve the royal family, Legend’s done it all and more. He collects all manner of items and is ready for just about any situation. He has a passion for adventuring and takes pride in his station as hero. But his last adventure to the island of Koholint left him with a broken heart and regrets. He can come off as sarcastic and even rude, but he has a soft heart.

Though young, he is extremely capable.

Hyrule

Games: Legend of Zelda ‘86, Adventure of Link

Description: Born into a world ravaged by evil, Hyrule’s resourcefulness, courage, and stubborn resolve have taken him far. He is experienced with both combat and magic and can transform into a fairy via a spell. Humble and caring, he tends of underestimate himself despite his immense skill.

Four

Games: Four Swords, Minish Cap

Description: Collected and level-headed, Four excels at teamwork. This comes from ample experience during his adventure wielding the Four Sword which divides him into four. He is a smith like his grandfather. He possesses the ability to see the Minish, magical beings that can usually only be detected by children. Though still in his teen years, he displays maturity in his interactions with his companions.

Wind

Games: Wind Waker (maybe Phantom Hourglass and/or Spirit Tracks, as well??)

Description: He may the youngest of the heroes but he is nothing if not competent. Spirited, compassionate, and brave , Wind isn’t afraid to kick butt. The kidnapping of his beloved sister Aryll set him on a journey across the seas covering what once was the Hero of Time’s Hyrule. With the pirate princess Tetra, he defeated Ganondorf and saved not only his home, Outset Island, but the world.

[writermich18]

FFXV Writing Prompt

"Our magic was never supposed to be bound to the Draconian."

That comment from the spirit who haunts this room causes Prince Regis to pause. He has been able to see spirits since he was a kid. This spirit, an old ancestor, has been chained to this room since he was killed in this room. The place where the Crystal used to rest back in the Healer King's time. This spirit hasn't spoken in all the time he's known him, Regis has been keeping him company anyways, until now. (No, he doesn't use this ancient abandoned room to hide from everyone and everything.)

Regis blinks, slowly putting down his sandwich, "What?"

"We weren't supposed to be bound to the Draconian," the spirit repeats softly, body pinned by a trident to a nonexistent Crystal. Trapped to repeat the events of his death over and over again. Regis hates that he can't do anything about it.

The spirit continues, as he flickers to be standing again in the center of the room, defensively and protectively standing in front of someone whose no longer there, "We once belonged to Eos, our patron and progenitor. But the Draconian grew greedy when Eos went to sleep and angry when Ifrit was betrayed."

Another flicker. This time, the spirit in blue with forever sad eyes stands before Regis, chains appearing around him trying to drag him back to where the Crystal once hanged. His death wounds covering his body, slowly dripping to the floor.

"Obsessed with his prophecies, right?" Regis asks.

The spirit nods. "He would sooner see us all die than deviate from the single possible future he Sees, instead of considering the possibilities which is the reality of futures near and far. The exact opposite of what we are supposed to represent and be."

Regis doesn't comment about the the spirit's sudden talkativeness nor his silent anger hidden behind his sorrow filled eyes. For Regis feels the burning indignation, injustice, rage, and grief that has lasted for generations since Oracle betrayed the Healer and Mystic, the need for justice and wish for freedom clawing at the back of his mind even as he hides it behind steel walls as trained to him by his father.

"What do I need to do to stop it?" Is all Regis asks, staring down the spirit.

A smile, cold and angry, slides on the Mystic's face.

[sukunaslilgurl]

Now we are free - Epilogue

Long ago, in the heart of Rome, a city of grandeur and cruelty, where gladiators fought to the death for the entertainment of the higher class, a legend was born. Among the countless slaves forced into the arena, one name stood above all others: Sukuna, the King of Demons.

Towering over his enemies, Sukuna was a man of unparalleled strength and skill. His body was a tapestry of black tattoos, mysterious and ancient, etched deep into his muscular frame. They glowed faintly under the blazing sun, a testament to the curse—or gift—that made him more than mortal. He was unstoppable, feared by men, admired by women, and hated by the elite who could not control him.

Hundreds of battles passed, and Sukuna remained undefeated. His sword was an extension of his will, his hands capable of snapping necks and breaking shields with ease. The arena was his kingdom, the blood-soaked sands his throne. But despite his fame, Sukuna was not free. He was a slave, bound in chains both physical and metaphysical.

Yet, deep in his crimson eyes burned a fire of defiance. He was not just a man, but a demon, a fallen being who had once ruled with malice and power. Rome thought they had tamed him, made him their weapon, but Sukuna was biding his time.

In the shadows of the Colosseum, amid the whispers of rebellion and hope, there was another presence—a woman. Irene, a healer and oracle, known for her unparalleled beauty and unmatched wisdom. She was not of Roman blood but a captive from the East, taken for her mystical abilities. Irene was different from the others. She saw Sukuna not as a beast or a weapon but as a man—a man burdened with a dark past and an unyielding will.

Their paths crossed when Sukuna was gravely wounded in a battle against ten of the fiercest gladiators Rome had ever seen. Left for dead in the dungeons beneath the arena, it was Irene who tended to him. Her touch was gentle yet firm, her presence soothing yet commanding.

“You are not meant to die here, Sukuna,” she whispered, her voice like a balm to his restless soul. “The chains that bind you are not eternal. Rise, and claim your destiny.”

Sukuna’s eyes met hers, and for the first time in centuries, he felt something other than anger—he felt hope.

As days turned into weeks, their bond grew. Irene’s wisdom tempered Sukuna’s rage, and Sukuna’s strength gave Irene the courage to defy the empire that enslaved them both. Together, they plotted not just their escape but the downfall of those who had taken their freedom.

The legend of Sukuna and Irene began in blood and fire, but their story would transcend the sands of the arena and echo through the ages—a tale of rebellion, love, and the indomitable spirit of two souls who refused to be broken.

Rome had forged a monster, but in Irene, Sukuna found his humanity. Together, they would become unstoppable.

[a-d-nox]

yuletide gift game [ status: closed ]

the receipt

the review log

hello, my friends/followers! we are nearly done with the year - why not celebrate one of the most magical times of the year, so here i am hosting another ask game. i truly appreciate each and everyone of you - i hope all are having a lovely holiday season! i also appreciate everyone who has purchased a reading from me this year and thus paying for my green glyphs collection (so let's use them some more this game) AND all my presents for others this season!

please follow the rules (listed below) to participate →

i. you must be following me.

ii. reblog or like this post.

iii. only one ask per account! secondary asks regarding the game will be deleted.

iv. send the emoji that corresponds with the deck you want and your initials.

v. ask your question - look at reading types for limitations. THE LIMITS THAT APPLY ACROSS ALL READING TYPES: no legal, no pregnancy, and no illness.

vi. let me know what you look forward to seeing or hope to see on my blog next year, what you yourself are excited for next year, what you are hoping to receive as a gift this holiday season, OR what you are excited to give someone else this holiday season!

vii. asks that are missing the above requirements will receive a response of "game request denied".

viii. please be patient! i'm working full time, so i don't have a lot of time to sit down and do back to back readings (you can dm me and ask if yours ask sent or where you are in my queue - but please don't spam me as it won't make the process go faster, it will actually slow me down because i am answering you instead of answering asks). i will leave the game open until the end of yule (january 1, 2024) or until i reach 50 asks!

ix. feedback is greatly appreciated, but not required - it's always good to know if my intuition and interpretation of the cards was accurate (especially since i these are still relatively new decks and i am not sure if they vibe with me yet).

game options →

🌲TREE🌲

wryd web. ask me about any of your orbs or a section you don't understand (either on a personal web or compatibility web) BUT not the full web (limit 3 orbs - so you can do the karmic tail, your romance chain, your money chain, a chakra (the physics, the energy, and the emotions), etc.). BIRTHDATE IS REQUIRED IN ASK OR TO BE PROVIDED IN A DM.

⛸️ICE SKATES⛸️

runes. good for warning words or words of inspiration, past/present/future, advice, or general vibe checks.

🎁PRESENT🎁

lenormand. functions similarly to tarot - can be questioned like tarot EXCEPT NO "yes or no" questions. open interpretations given the line of cards - i will give you the meanings (so you can also see some answers or phases i may not think of because it is open to interpretation - you are the expert of your situation) and what i believe is the answer.

🕊️TURTLE DOVE🕊️

animal spirit. could be used to tell you what your present animal spirit is, the animal in your way and what animal energy you need to encompass to overcome them, and/or the animal you were / animal you are / animal you could become. NO "yes or no" questions.

🕯️CANDLE🕯️

oracle. great for advice! NO "yes or no" questions.

❄️SNOWFLAKE❄️

tarot. no explanation needed - everyone knows how tarot works. for yes or no questions, i generally pull three cards and do majority rule with explanation (i.e., "yes because...", "no, but...", etc.").

[chained-spirits]

Has feathers ever seen any Zonai or Lomei before?

Short answer no, long answer he has seen carvings and structures built by them, but by the time he finds it, it’s already from a bygone era

Ty for the ask !!

[thenmichael]

Some Oracle dark world doodles from school

I never ac try in sketchbooks, and I'm ac pleased with how this turned out !

Close ups ⤵️

[freakystrashdump]

🔮The Oracle Bakery🔮

Emperor Belos|Phillip Wittebane/OC

Slow burn, enemies to lovers, Belos is a content warning by himself

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Chapter 17: Respite

Magnus Fortuna was a man who prided himself on his endless amounts of self-control.

Described as a ticking time bomb by those who fear him, he perfected the art of keeping it in. It was a skill he forced himself to learn once he took a step back and saw how actions he performed in anger caused harm. Back when he was younger, that is. Impulsive. Lacking control.

A simmering fire, always burning in their chest, too strong and too stubborn to be put out by anything or anyone. It was a Fortuna trait, seemingly passed down by generations. 

For some, it showed in their passion, for others in their dedication, in their beliefs.

For Magnus, the fire burned in fury red.

It was why he chose to guide it, to divert it. It became fuel, a driving force moving him forward instead of holding him back. Pushing him through any task at hand, not letting it blind him. Anger as a motivator became a force that propelled him onwards, instead of the chains which held him back.

And it took all of this carefully trained, perfected self control not to commit regicide once he heard the news of his youngest niece being near death, the woman apparently rushing in like a fury from hell to protect the Emperor from an attempted assassination.

“Near Death” was putting it mildly, that is. Magnus, whose chosen form of divination was sciomancy, which valued work with spirits, shades and the afterlife above all else, swore he could feel Selena fade from the realm of the living before something - or someone - led her spirit back.

The feeling forced him into a state of panic he had not felt before, overtaking his very being, like heavy darkness filling his mind.

But, Magnus prided himself on his self control. He did not let this push him off the edge, even if he tethered so dangerously close.

It all felt like a blur.

Waiting in front of the royal chambers, faces and voices blending together - he had vague memories of the Emperor himself telling him to go and rest, but he refused to move from his spot. He also remembered the young prince pacing near him, anxious and worried. Seeing the boy so close to a panic attack helped sober him up.

Magnus didn’t know how to comfort him, it’s not something that he was good at. But, at the very least, he did stop scowling, taking deeper breaths in order to anchor himself, his body becoming less tense, and he resembled a caged rabid beast less - which seemed to have helped enough. The Golden Guard had visibly calmed himself as soon as Magnus did so.

It wasn’t the boy’s fault, he reasoned. He was just a child.

Before midnight came, the young prince was finally chased away by the Emperor, forced to go and rest for the night. Which, yes, Emperor Belos did have a point - there wasn’t anything either of them could do to help. But Magnus wasn’t about to admit that. Which is why he had declined the Emperor’s suggestion to leave yet again. Magnus could feel him grow more irritated with his failure to comply.

Not that he cared. Not really. The old man could stomp his feet in anger as much as he wanted.

Magnus had not known a moment of peace the entire night. He was not calm even when he was allowed into the Emperor’s chamber as morning came, finally given access to Selena who had awoken and was recovering at an amazing pace. Nor was he calm while they spoke, the woman smiling at him through pale lips, face drained of colour which only served to accentuate the dark rings under her eyes further, 

The first moment he felt calm, when his anxieties finally lifted and were instead replaced by complete peace of mind, was when Selena stood by his side, his arm safely wrapped around her to offer support and comfort, saying her goodbyes to the Emperor who stood before them.

She was safe. She was alive. And most importantly: back in his care. Out from under the Emperor’s cloak, which felt like it would engulf her whole.

Temporary as this solace was. Magnus knew Selena well, and he was well aware that as soon as she was given the opportunity, she would continue on as normal. Going back to business, to the palace, to him.

Damned be the stubbornness of the Fortuna’s.

“Take all the time you need to recuperate.” Belos spoke softly to the younger oracle “I want to let you rest fully from these events, so do take advantage of it, Selena.”

Magnus didn’t let his expression falter. His hold on Selena, however, did tighten.

“Thank you, Emperor.” Selena sounded off, kind and chipper, from his side “Though I’ll probably just spend the free time thinking of what to prepare for you next.”

Belos let out a fond tsk through his teeth “You spoil me.”

“Are you ready to leave?” Magnus interrupted, the hurry in his voice more than hinting at it being intentional.

He felt Selena stiffen under his grip, eyes trained on the Emperor as she carefully observed him, looking for any sort of adverse reaction he may have to Magnus’ hostility “Yup, you know I am!” she answered hastily, eyes fleeting momentarily to their corners to glance up at him, but quickly returned back to Belos.

“Naturally, you must be anxious to get her home.” Belos didn’t seem riled up. “Don’t let me keep you waiting, hurry along now.” he lowered his chin slightly “And take good care of our Selena.”

“Of course, Emperor.” Magnus bowed his head slightly “It’s been a very long night.”

Belos nodded “I look forward to seeing you again soon.” He regarded the woman fondly “Stay safe, Selena.”

“I will!” Selena let out in full confidence “I’ll see you soon, Emperor!”

And as she spoke, shadows spilled like silk down from the ceiling and from the walls, gathering under the feet of the two Fortuna’s. They swirled and spun, growing darker and darker, and with a flick of Magnus’ wrist, they rose into a pillar, engulfing both oracles with ease. And when the shadows broke up, there was no one left behind in their wake.

Belos watched as the little fragments of shadows fell to the floor, dispersing like mist.

“I know you will.” He muttered gleefully, under his breath.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Black shadows raced at breakneck speed, through streets, over walls and under the feet of witches and demons, until they reached the front of the Oracle Bakery. This time forming into two pillars one by one, the shadows morphed and shifted before first taking the form of Selena, followed closely by Magnus.

“Why did you stop?” Magnus questioned, stepping closer to Selena who rose from the shadows first. She gave him a pointed look, hand raising to her face with one finger extended out, pressing it to her lips to let him know she wanted him to keep quiet. Once she was satisfied with his silence (and ignoring his very obvious annoyance), Selena held out her right hand. The ring she always wore started to glow, magic erupting mere moments later as she summoned her bonded spirit 

“Raksha, I have another thing I need to keep with you.” She told the ever-grinning spirit “You’ll take care of it for me, right?”

The spirit, once hearing her plea, let out inhuman, haunting noises. Very much sounding like some sort of disagreement, but it was hard to tell; some oracle-bonded spirits knew how to speak, this was true, but alas hers did not. Raksha spoke instead in the sounds of winds and creaks, in distorted whines and whispers. Sounds of nightmares to most, but Selena could understand every groan and moan without trouble, and welcomed it like comfort.

“I know, I know, but it’s important!” she pressed her palms together as she begged “Please? I know I keep a lot of junk in there and that it’s crowded, but-” she fished around inside the pocket of her skirt, pulling out a velvet jewellery box which instantly made Magnus raise an eyebrow in judgement “-for me? Please?”

The spirit seemed to pout, crossing their arms over their chest and grumbling. There was annoyance present on their face as they turned away from Selena momentarily. And yet, even with them being as grumpy as they were, Raksha extended their clawed hand towards her, picking the box up with two sharp talons. They turned it over in their delicate grasp, inspecting it for a moment, then they let out one final hiss before retreating into Selena’s ring with haste.

“Thank you, Raksha!” Selena cooed lovingly, bringing up the ring to her cheek, as if cuddling the spirit themself “You’re the best! “ she giggled, spinning on one foot in excitement.

“Were you gifted jewellery by the Emperor?” she heard the annoyed voice of her uncle.

“It isn’t what you think!” she was quick to shoot back “It’s merely a… safety measure, to help identify me.” Selena answered back “Or so he says at least.” she turned to him, arms crossed “But I do not trust that is all it does.”

Magnus let out a low hum, raising one hand to his chin in thought “So you gave it to Raksha to keep inside the gem on your ring.”

“Nothing comes in nor out without me knowing.” Selena wiggled her eyebrows smugly “Including any hidden enchantment I don’t know about.”

“Hm, smart.” Magnus smirked back proudly, chuckling under his breath

Smart indeed. When she held it in her hands earlier, Selena could feel the magic from the brooch, seeping out in a steady stream. It felt like soft, fine sand, spilling from the box and through her fingers, constant and ever present. 

Whatever spells were embedded in the brooch, they were well hidden - she already tried to identify them to no avail, it was like hitting a wall. The Oracle coven was known for “seeing through the curtains”, so to speak, which is why they made exquisite trackers and seekers. However, that innate talent did little when faced with the Emperor and his coven. She didn't know if it was sending signals back to the palace, if it scanned its surroundings, if it listened in on conversations.

Selena was not taking any chances with it, whatsoever.

And now, placed safe and sound into the little pocket dimension inside of the crystal on her ring, the magic embedded in the brooch finally went quiet. It was where Rakhsa, her bonded spirit, resided in, and spent most of their time resting. Selena tended to use it too often as storage, much to the spirits annoyance. It is also the safest place to keep the Midnight mask as well.

Nothing comes in or out of the ring without her knowing.

“Now that I know for sure no wandering eyes will be invading my house, we can safely go inside.” the younger witch let out a sigh of relief and headed towards the door of the bakery “I can’t wait to just relax in my own home after everything!”

Magnus watched her as she headed towards the entrance, as if waiting for something. “Oh.” he started when he saw her hand turn the knob “About that.” he deadpanned just as she started opening the door, giving Selena no time to react when the doors flew open instead. Awaiting hands grabbed and pulled at the woman, dragging her inside. Magnus let a smile tug at his lips, and let himself in “The family decided to visit.” he spoke casually, passing his sister and her children, cooing lovingly over their youngest in worry. Selena had no chance to pull herself out of the bone crushing hug she was enveloped in. 

He heard Selena let out a breathless whine as all the air got (lovingly) squeezed out of her lungs. Serves her right, he thought, after putting everyone through the emotional wringer.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Selena loved her family dearly, to the point she would not hesitate to commit the most heinous crimes known to witches just to make sure they were safe and sound, but man. Were they all a panicky sort.

Not to say she wasn’t. Thinking up worst case scenarios was a favourite pastime of hers, so to speak. Except it wasn’t her favourite pastime at all, more a “forced upon her” one.

Either way, she should have expected she’d be (lovingly) ambushed by her mother and siblings as soon as she returned home. She had no one but herself to blame for not foreseeing this future, but then again, she was pretty sure she almost died the day before, so maybe giving herself some slack was understandable. So much for her big plans of relaxing and taking it easy, there was no way to do so now that the bakery was filled with family. 

Oh, the misery.

The Bakery was small, never meant to hold too many guests, instead mostly a place to buy your treats and eat on the go, so having this many people in it was crowded to say the least. And all that attention was on Selena, the mood shifting between being worried for her at one moment, then grateful she was okay in the next, to being angry - whether at her for being reckless or at the Emperor in general for even forcing her into this position at all. It was emotional whiplash, that much was certain.

“You have to stop, sweetie.” Her mother whispered, the way her voice strained tugging at Selena's heart, filling it with guilt “It's dangerous.”

“Mom, you know I can't.”

There was resignation in Ursula’s face, knowing her daughter was right. But it didn’t mean it worried her any less, that it hurt any less. Gently, she took Selena’s face into her hands, leaning in to press their foreheads together.

“I keep searching the looking glass.” Ursula spoke, barely above a whisper “Looking for you, trying to find where your path leads. And there’s nothing but static there. Obscuring the roads, making me unable to see.”

Selena paused, panic fleeting through her face “Am I-?” her mother instantly pulled away, as if burned, and started shaking her head.

“No! Goodness, no.” she was fast to assure her “Not like that. I know what the end of one's road looks like. This isn’t it.” Ursula said “The paths before you are so uncertain, so… out of the realm of possibility. It is as if you’ve taken one you never should have, that I can not see them. As if it’s unwritten.”

At the memory, Selena felt her brows furrow in confusion “That’s impossible. Every path is written, whether we take it or not.” she muttered to herself.

Sure, some ways were possible to obscure the vision ahead. They varied from impossible to highly improbable. There were stories of powerful witches, for one, who are able to conceal the paths ahead one might thread. Something like that was so rare that one could doubt its existence in the first place. 

Messing with time magic was another, which, again, was so rare it’s thought of as either forgotten or made up completely, and Selena was not one to delve into that, anyway. Too many paradoxes, she grimaced at the thought.

If there was one thing any oracle abhorred with a passion, it was paradoxes.

Bare feet on wooden floors made no sound as Selena made her way to the kitchen, intent on grabbing a glass of water. Gran brought some top-of-the-shelf potions to help her regain her strength, but Titan knows they tasted vile. So some water to wash it down before she headed to bed would have to do. Perhaps taking it with a spoonful of sugar could help, as well?

Her family had left just under an hour ago, once it hit them that it was already pretty late and that Selena would want to get some rest. And once they left, the oracle had the privilege of enjoying the complete silence that being alone provided, as well as finally having time to actually think about what had transpired. 

Truth be told, she preferred the distraction that company offered her, but she knew she had to face the truth sooner or later.

“If I did die, that could explain why mom can’t see ahead.” she muttered, holding the full glass in her hand, leaning against the counter with one hip. “Near death experiences are something that would mess with readings.” she took a sip, forgetting that it was meant to wash down gran’s potions, and continued talking to herself - hearing her thoughts out loud helped her format them better “I mean, yeah, it messes with them temporarily, while the soul re-aligns to the paths before it. It should be back to normal in a few weeks, a couple of months at most.” she stood there, in silence, frowning at the glass of water in her hands.

“Is that…” despite having just taken a sip, her throat felt dry as she swallowed “...what death is like?”

It was like nothing from the books. Nothing like the stories she heard from the spirits, from her teachers and elders. Being in the black, feeling it press on her as she sank lower and lower, that felt like entering eternity. Going to sleep. Forgetting. 

The place she was in when the moths pulled her out of the waters out didn’t. Impossible scenery, bathed in dark, saturated colours, shifting and changing before her very eyes. It was constantly buzzing, as if everything was flowing through it.

It felt more like a terminal, a place you pass through. 

Like a place in-between.

Selena felt a shudder crawl through her entire body. She had been feeling the cold still, even with the assurance of Hettie and the Emperor she was fully healed. It seemed the effects of the mist still lingered deep inside her blood. Finally remembering the potion from her grandmother, Selena downed it fast, eyes watering at the unpleasant taste as she did, then proceeded to wash out the aftertaste with the water she prepped before. Letting out a plethora of unpleasant, disgusted sounds, the witch filled her glass back up with water and made her way back to her bed, placing the glass on the nightstand and crawling under the covers. In a way, - she reasoned in an attempt to stay positive - it could be almost a blessing; Selena was not a fan of the scorching weather of the Isles. She would find any excuse to vacation in the Knee she could, so having a tiny part of the Knee’s magic inside her, keeping her cool, felt almost poetic.

What doesn’t kill you and all that.

As soon as she got comfy, Pip jumped from his nest on the other nightstand and snuggled close to her. Selena let out a deep sigh, pulling the palisman close and letting herself relax. “It could just be someone obscuring my future.” she continued with her earlier train of thoughts “Though that would take some extremely powerful magic. And I don’t know why anyone would even bother to do that in the first place.” she looked down at Pip “What do you think? Did the mean old Emperor put a spell on me?”

The palisman let out sounds almost resembling a purr, a soft little creek accompanied by little clacks of his beak, enjoying the pets he was receiving. Selena let out a huff of air through her nose, too tired to laugh “No, I suppose not.”

She laid her head back down on the soft pillows, still petting her palisman as she stared ahead into the dark. It was nice and quiet, the streetlights grew dimmer as it became late, and the windows of her neighbours bore no light as well, most witches retiring for the night. The dark was comforting, the dim slivers of light coming into her room through the painted window and making the entire room even more dreamlike.

And yet, despite the calm, her mind was fully awake, running a thousand miles in mere moments.

“...He was nice.” there was hesitation in her words “Very much so.” When she didn’t say anything else, Pip looked up at her, trying to parse her emotions in the darkness. He moved closer to her face, laying his beak against her cheek, his neck fitting perfectly over her jaw as he did. Selena sighed and moved her hand up with him, pushing him closer into a cuddle with her.

“I wish he wasn’t.” 

~*~*~*~*~*~

The next few days, Selena took it easy, as per the Emperor’s request healer's orders. She closed down the bakery to do so, staying mostly inside and moving from the bed to the couch and occasionally to even lying on the floor. She hasn't lazed around this much since she was a teen, but if anything, she had time to chip away at the collection of human books she had acquired over the years, which was a positive. This, frankly slothful, routine was interrupted by visits from family, usually Ursula, but often accompanied by either one of her siblings, for at least an hour daily. Magnus came once as well, him and grandpa Waine together, but he mostly checked in via crystal ball - which was the preferred method of gran Isabella as well.

It wasn't all just rest and relaxation. Twice she sent her magic double to fly around Boonesborough in full Midnight attire, just to be seen. She wasn't taking any chances. Midnight could not be out of commission while Selena Fortuna was taking a sabbatical. 

And, when switching from one lying position to another proved to be a killer on her back, Selena was back in the kitchen again. Not the downstairs one, she felt like it would feel too much like work if she used that one. Instead, she pulled out one of the more contemporary human cookbooks from her collection and got to work in her own kitchen, wanting to test out brand new recipes that she had left to gather dust due to her hoarding tendencies and then never giving them a second look.

Human cupcakes, she discovered, were incredibly similar to screamcakes. However, without the screaming as you bite into them. Which does make for a somewhat more boring dining experience, but the taste was just as good. And without the pastry opening its doughy maw to screech, it left a lot more room for intricate decorating. Not to mention, they had a longer shelf life, because one would not be forced to either throw them out or eat them because they were prone to screaming at random intervals for whatever reason. And they didn't try to hop away, either.

“Since the cake was a bust, these could be great for next time.” Selena took another bite from the cupcake in her hands, fingers gingerly peeling away at the paper liner. “And I can make multiple flavours from one batter.”

Pip let out a sound of annoyance from where he sat, making Selena roll her eyes “I’m not constantly talking about Belos.” she huffed, and Pip shot back with another caw “I do not always think about him either!” When the palisman continued chastising her, she opened the nearest cupboard, taking out a particularly large mixing bowl and, without hesitation, put it over the bird that was on the counter. 

“Go to baby jail.” the woman nodded her head decisively, watching as the upside-down bowl jerked around on the counter, muffled outraged caws coming out of it. It was, in fact, quite a humorous sight, and she couldn’t help the giggles that were bubbling in her throat.

She burst into a full laugh when the bowl and Pip fell off the counter all together.

One more day passed, the bakery still closed, and Selena using the free time to experiment with baking some more. She was just finishing up a batch of human muffins, when she heard the bell chime from downstairs.

“They're hot, don't touch them.” Selena warned Pip as she took off the purple oven mitts, rushing down the ladder to see who was at the front door. She smiled widely when she saw a visitor waiting patiently behind the heavy wood and glass doors of the bakery. 

“Darius, hello!” she greeted as soon as she opened the doors for him.

The man looked bored, examining his cuticles with little interest “I am using the front door like you asked, Lena. I hope you appreciate that.”

“Truly, I am grateful.” Selena shot back smuggly, letting him inside “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

As the two walked in, Selena went for the ladder to climb back into the apartment. However, Darius was faster. He dissolved into abomination goop and raced past Selena, rushing up the hatch and into the apartment, where he reforming back into himself again and peered down at her over the edge “Why, I came here to shake the hand of the hero who so selflessly threw herself into harm's way to protect our beloved Emperor.”

Selena grimaced at that and started climbing up “Ugh, is the palace still on that?”

Darius smirked, her annoyance feeling like soul food “It’s the hottest topic among the scouts.” He teased cheerfully “And the rest of the Coven head's, too, my word Selena, you do know how to leave an impression. Hettie has been waxing poetic about you non stop.”

“Uuuugh, come on!” She whined, accepting Darius’ hand which he offered to help her with the last ladder rung. It took no effort on his part to lift her completely up, helping her stand on firm ground “It's already been a couple of days, does nothing interesting happen in the palace to still be talking about that?!”

“Alas.” He let out a chuckle, giving a small bow whilst still holding her hand “You have bewitched the minds of all, Fortuna.” He gave her a wink “The Emperor, in particular, has been in a low mood ever since your enchanting presence has left his side.”

“Darius, please.” Selena scoffed loudly, snatching her hand back “You're the worst.”

“Oh, you wound my heart, hero.” Darius laughed, putting his hand over his chest where his heart would be, in faux hurt.

“You’ll get over it.” She huffed and went behind the counter to put the kettle on “Tea?”

Following after her, the man took a turn once she entered the kitchen to sit at the table instead, watching her over the bar that separates the kitchen area from the rest of the studio apartment. “That would be lovely, thank you.”

Selena nodded, muttering something about “poisoned tea” as she prepared the ingredients and mugs for them both “So how is the mood at the palace?” She asked “Magnus refuses to talk about it, frankly he avoids the topic of his work even more than usual.”

“Well the Emperor is sulking, probably because he misses his favourite little baker being by his side.”

“Very funny.”

Darius chuckled

“It's very much the same as it ever was.” He continued “Speaking of a security breach of such a magnitude would give away an impression of weakness, so no one is allowed to speak of it outside of the palace halls.” He wiggles his eyebrows at her “And even then, most are afraid of talking about the incident in anything more than hushed whispers.”

“And yet they have enough gusto to discuss me?”

“But of course.”

A loud groan escaped the oracle, muffled by the sound of the teakettle starting to whistle. Selena took it off the burner and on autopilot proceeded with preparing the hot drink for them both. She didn’t feel like drinking tea, not really, but since she was already there, she reasoned.

“And Le- the attacker?” she asked after a bit of hesitating, eyes trained on the mugs as she poured the water. At this, the humour in Darius’ demeanour dropped. “Any news of her?”

“Kept tightly under wraps from most everyone.” he answered, smirking slightly when he saw the woman's face scrunch up in a pout “But I am not just anyone, of course.” perking up at this, Selena rounded the counter with two mugs in hand, taking a seat at the table and placing them down “The girl is kept in solitary confinement in the deepest parts of the conformatorium.”

Selena frowned in confusion “Only the conformatorium?” she asked “I would have thought that after trying to murder the Emperor, she would be immediately dealt with.”

“It is unexpected, that much is certain.” Darius hummed, deep in thought “However, there is zero talk of her being sentenced to petrification.”

Despite everything, Selena felt a stone fall from her chest at the news. Because, after all, she saw a sliver of logic in the girls' thinking, and she was so young. While she may not ever forgive her for her stupid actions, Leila was still someone undeserving of a faith like petrification. She was Asra’s little mentee, and she dreaded having to face her school friend after everything that went down.

But the little moment of respite was broken by Darius finishing his strain of thought “For now.”

Ah yes. For now. 

But at least, for now, she wasn’t under immediate threat of death. That gave Selena more time to- 

Frankly, she didn’t know what she could do, but she was thinking about it.

“Did you know her, Lena?” Darius asked, fingers gently pressing on the top of his mug as he turned it.

“In a way.” Selena licked her lips, suddenly they felt very dry “She is mentored by a friend of mine from school. I met her exactly once before this.”

The conjurer regarded her with a raised eyebrow, making the woman nervous. “Mhm. I see.” he tapped the edge of the mug “Don’t do anything… stupid.”

“Pfft, stupid, come now, I don’t do stupid!” Selena laughed it off quickly.

“I mean it.” Darius continued to push “Lay low and don’t make waves. I’d advise you against mentioning her to the Emperor once you return.” he waved his hand in the air “If you are truly pressed about getting updates about her, then I’ll provide them to you. Don’t go sticking your nose in things that don't concern you.”

Selena guffawed “Don’t concern me?! How can you say that, don’t concern me, if anything this absolutely does concern-”

She was cut off “In the eyes of the Emperor, this does not concern you.” he raised his voice in order to overpower her “It’s clear he does not wish to involve you in this matter any further. If he deems it does not concern someone, then it will be so.” he huffed “He does the same to Hunter. As well as-” he shook his head “Which is why I will keep you informed.”

Huffing, as she had started to get riled up just moments before, Selena crossed her arms and slumped back in her chair. “...thank you.” she muttered after a longer silence “I mean it, Darius.”

Despite her grumpy exterior, Darius appreciated her words, a smile tugging at his lips “I told you before, didn’t I?” he brought the mug to his lips 

“You have allies in the palace, little Lena.”

[loz-cah]

Welcome to the world(s) of Chains Across Hyrule!

In the cycle keeping the Hero’s Spirit alive, there are 10 heroes now, each with their own abilities and experiences. From the first of the heroes to the most recent, they all share a name and destiny.

These heroes call each other by their titles, as none seem fit to hold the name when they’re together.

They all now travel together, brought together by ties of blood and spirit.

These are their stories.

Come around the campfire, and meet the cast!

Sky (Skyward Sword): The former leader of the Links, and one who’s a bit distant due to his role as the first Link

Time (Ocarina of Time/Majora’s Mask): The leader of the Links, and one who prefers his privacy. The others know essentially nothing about his personal life.

Wind (Wind Waker/Phantom Hourglass): The best ocean navigator and the most sarcastic one of the bunch.

Wild (Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom): The resident prankster of the group and the designated chef.

Twilight (Twilight Princess): Eager friend and eager companion — nicknamed “Wolfy” by Wild.

Warriors (Hyrule Warriors): The bodyguard of the group. He’s quiet most of the time.

Legend (A Link to the Past/A Link Between Worlds/Oracle of Seasons/Oracle of Ages/Link’s Awakening): The most experienced and the most insufferable member.

Mind (Destiny of Mind — @loz-destiny-of-mind ): The youngest Link, and a master lie detector.

Four (Minish Cap/Four Swords [Adventure]): The blacksmith and the leader of his other three selves — Blue, Vio and Red.

Spirit (Spirit Tracks): Excellent navigator on land and can speak with ghosts.

Boundary List:

Please do not tag any posts as “Linked Universe”. While Mod holds immense respect for @/linked-universe and while they see the resemblance between LU and CAH, Mod made this au much earlier before they found out about Linked Universe. These characters are separate and have their own lore — and this world has its own lore that’s even detached from the original Legend of Zelda universe! Mod spent a lot of time working out things in this world; please don’t reduce it to “just a copy”.

Thank you and Mod hopes you enjoy! (And just for good measure, Destiny of Mind is Mod’s own au — it already has a blog about it, though there’s not a lot in there admittedly..)

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Restitutionism: Praying For and with the Spirits.

Love Elemental-astrological Talismans

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