#cly writes

[hermesmoly]

okay who the f was Clytemnestra's first husband that was a Lydian king Wikipedia you cannot do this to me

[clyches]

hiiii i hope you’re doing well! i miss u and ur updates, i’ve noticed you’ve been quiet so i thought i’d check in! pls take care of yourself and hopefully we can chat again soon 🥺❤️🫶

hi~ i’m alive ㅋㅋ

SO long story short i got sick for a while so i was dead here... 🤞🤞 my platelet count became low and i became anemic, plus my body was just really weak & i couldn’t even go to school for a week 😞 I’M ALL BETTER NOW (hopefully ㅠㅠ) I’M ALIVE!!! I’M GOINGBTO UPDATE SOON I PROMISE; i just need to catch up on school works and everything and tgylb will be up n running again rahrharah

[sigmundite]

clyhermes go

guess what you get unrepentant sap

Cly’s return is marked by an eager recounting of a phenomena in the far north, where the light dances across the sky of its own volition, painting myriad colors above with no help from magic.

“You’re so eager to tell me about this,” Hermes muses into a blue head of hair, nestled comfortably under his chin.

“Because my love,” Cly replies, “my heart does the same thing when you are near.”

[mxnhoo]

dangerous (l. hs)

✎ lee heeseung x reader genre kissing, blowing vape air into one's mouth, experienced boy x unexperienced girl trope, strawberry flavoued air, first kiss, reader has like 0 experience at all, not poofread cos a girlie just wants to write - get the idea off her head - sleep warnings ALMOST smut, vaping, nicotine (duh), hee wants to corrupt her lowk word count 905 cly's note i think this is different from what i usually write but i saw a tiktok with this idea and i couldn't stop thinking about it even during work. HENCE i am staying up to actually write it so i can get it OUF MY HEAD. i hate the thought of smoking/vaping but isn't this so hot omg. plus i've been so inactive i'm so sorry, so here's a proper fic i've written in a while (though it is short)

now playing heaven and back - chase atlantic

You breathed heavily, your eyelids heavy as you continued to stare at Heeseung, who layed below you. The room was dimly lit, the only light source coming from the lamp on your study table. You can't even explain how you got into this situation with Heeseung, your best friend — how you were sitting on Heeseung's lap, him being shirtless and just vaping in front of you. Though you've always known that he was quite literally the opposite of you, you and him remained as close friends regardless, and today you were seeing him in a different way.

Your chest moved rapidly, a new gush of unfamiliar feelings taking over you as you observed him taking another puff from his vape device. He exhaled and blew the air away from you, hitting the back of his head against the headboard afterwards, staring at you.

A strong strawberry scent took over the room, the sweetness making you want to melt into him. Despite the fact that he was the only one that was shirtless and that you were hovering over him, you still felt vulnerable, feeling unsure as to what to do next and anxious that you might fuck things up somehow.

He smirked seeing the state you were in, clearly enjoying the view of you. He was aware about how you were so naive and pure — you haven't kissed, smoked, vaped, or even fucked — and Heeseung just wanted to be there to open the new world to you. He wanted to check off every single thing off from the list, since he knew best how untouched you were. He wouldn't admit it, but he wanted to corrupt you.

He blew air up to his forehead, lifting the bangs away and he threw his head back, making himself more comfortable and showing his featuers off even more, especially his prominent Adam's apple and collarbone.

You couldn't explain it, but everything about him just felt so.. hot at the moment. You've never felt this way for anyone, but the way he was looking at you with such predator gaze, the way his exposed chest was moving up and down, the way he held his vape with his thumb and middle finger, his collarbone and neck, and even more.

"Say, you haven't fucked around nicotone like at all, right?" Heeseung questioned, his voice raspy after taking a huff of his strawberry-flavoured vape.

You shook your head and bit your lip, almost feeling humiliated that you haven't tried anything at all, and that for your entire life, you've stayed away from these things. You looked down, not wanting to meet his gaze, overthinking that he probably thought you were a loser.

He lifted your chin up with his finger, interlocking eyes with yours once again and he smirked, "Wanna take a step into my world?".

Your heart immediately skipped a beat, feeling thrilled at the thought of doing something you've always strayed away from. You stuttered, "O-okay".

He turned his neck downwards to look at you properly before flicking his middle and ring finger, gesturing for you to lean closer to him. You were already sitting on his lap as he layed down, and the closeness and warmth was driving you wild. You'd never experienced something like this before, only simple hand-holding and cheek kisses.

"I won't bite," he reassured, his voice still sounding dark, but you finally started to lean closer to him. Your hands inevitably rested on his bare chest, his chest muscles and abs feeling hard and the way he hitched his breath when you touched him didn't go unnoticed.

You were finally leaning closer to him, your hair falling forward as he nodded in approval, "Want a taste of my vape? Strawberry flavour, you'll like it". You nodded and he chuckled, bringing the vape to his mouth and taking another huff, making you slightly confused. Was he not going to hand the vape over to you?

You wanted to ask until you confirmed that he wasn't. He grabbed the front of your shirt to pull you even closer, his eyelids halfway open as he started to blow the air into your mouth. You immediately inhaled the air, tasting the sweetness of the air and suddenly feeling hot as your heart rate starts to increase.

You only stared at his lips as he blowed the vape air into your mouth, only wishing it was on yours, and he immediately noticed, immediately closing the gap between both of your mouths and smirking as he could feel you immediately snap back to reality from the sudden kiss.

He immediately pulled back, his thoughts feeling hazy as he is met with your half-fucked up face, chuckling that you were already half-spent when you did practically nothing other than share a huff and kiss for a second. "Did I take your first kiss?" he genuinely questioned, observing as you recovered from the kiss and puff.

"You did," you remained quiet before continuing, "I expect you to take my second, third and more".

"Is that a challenge?" he raised his eyebrows, clearly liking your boldness and the idea of kissing you as many times as he wanted.

"Maybe it is? Maybe it isn't?" you shrugged.

His face immediately darkened, the smirk on his face growing deeper, "I never back down a challenge". He put his hand behind your head to push you closer to him, causing your lips to clash once again.

watch out we pop out~ let's fill up some dopamine~ (if u understand ily)

[kindred-spirit-93]

help me make bad decisions pls

i have a raging headache lol and am too stubborn to take a painkiller (ill give in eventually) and currently struggling to keep up with todays work that is the continuation of yesterdays work which in turn is the unfinished work from two days ago and-

anyway unfortunately for me and my 2 braincells lectures commence first thing tuesday morning (my exam is on monday) so i only have an evening to indulge myself... given i make it out alive lol.

keep in mind i will be yapping about paris and helen from the musical anyway lol but i want to know which first. so its either option 2. pure thoughts and rambling, or 3. i try my hand finally at actually writing. like a fic based on the musical. keyword: *try*

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also the results are in whoo! no i didnt forget about them shush i have 7 aus on my mind atm. also i never said which monday lol

expect emotional damage and more polls i love angst. someones gonna die today and you guys have the final say :3

[absolutelybifurious]

i finally finished the pacrim au and i should prob write like a final chapter post to promote it but that would take sooo much energy and i'm gonna use the last remnants of it tonight to write a little more of this magic realism fic and maybe play in the toxic bucktaylor sandbox that cly's unlocked for me

maybe ill write the post tomorrow tho, as a send-off, she deserves it

[menelaiad]

do you have any Menelaus n Clytemnestra friendship hcs 👀

YEAH.

i think they were supposed to get married. and helen was going to go to aga. but their dynamics didn't work and they had to do the suitor thing to keep people happy anyway so like. just let them choose. and they chose the opposite of what tyndareus originally set up.

they're both very tall. menelaus is taller, but cly is tall for a woman of her time. idk. that's just something they have in common, which is sweet.

they're very. quiet. menelaus is just naturally submissive, cly not so much but sometimes she is just happy to sit. and listen. so honestly? they will escape their noisy and energy-consuming partners with each other. to just sit. in silence. and recharge.

i have a strong HC that menelaus loves birds. is just a bird dude. i like to think cly indulges him. she has strong maternal energy to like to just indulge menelaus' quirks and stuff is something she is happy to do. does she understand anything he's saying? probably not.

cly has a strong 'teacher' personality and menelaus likes to learn. (there is an element of aga that is like 'i know everything already') so considering she is a princess and well educated for the time, i think she teaches menelaus stuff. or at the very least, talks about stuff he doesn't know and he absorbs it.

in the same vein, perhaps she taught him to read or write a little.

clytemnestra finds menelaus very endearing. he's a little too ...... soft for her own personal tastes, but she can see the appeal of him to a potential wife. she notices that he is kinder and quieter and more gentle than most of the men around him.

similarly, cly kind of intimidates menelaus. she has aerope energy and i feel he can see that. he's not scared of her and he doesn't begrudge her having a voice or influence as a woman. she's just very mature and serious (in comparison to helen, at least) and whilst that's not what he wants in a wife, he can see why she's so alluring. she's incredible and very pretty!

menelaus creeps around clytemnestra after helen leaves. he clearly blames himself. and he feels like cly will hate him. for either not loving her sister enough or y'know is she in danger going to troy?! ... but cly doesn't. she's worried, ofc. but she knows menelaus' past and he always struck her as a man to try. when menelaus goes to mycenea to tell aga what's happened, he stays there for a time and she comforts him. eases him. they spend time together and talk.

when menelaus goes to troy he leaves hermione at mycenea. and i feel he does that cause he's seen what a great mother cly is (this is pre-iphi remember) and he trusts her wholeheartedly with his baby. his miracle lil girl. thats huge praise. and i feel like cly is really touched by that.

he's sad when he heard whats happened between cly and his brother. it's an awful situation all round for him and i think he just feels heartbreak. he still blames himself for troy and this all stems from that and he's lost two people that matter to him and i feel he's lost for a while. but i don't think his grief is SOLELY for aga. he even tells orestes that he wanted to come back from egypt and embrace aga AND his wife.

menelaus cares about cly. a lot. because his brother does and off her own merit.

[pikapitou]

for the writing questions: 5, 8, 29, 37!

helloooooo cly. whoaaa this ended up long

5. Share one of your strengths. hmmmmmm I think I'm pretty good at capturing a character's emotional reality in a restrained but effective way. I always try to convey emotion without over-stating anything, either by grounding emotions in physical/physiological reactions or by stating an observation point-blank in the pov and leaving it up to the reader to fill in the blanks of what they're feeling. some of my favourite feedback is when ppl say that they felt exactly what the characters did/had the same physical reaction. once someone said I gave them an actual stomach ache I was soooo honoured lmao.

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“Yeah, um.” Buck’s eyes are stuck on Eddie’s, wide and searching like he might be able to figure out Eddie’s reaction before he says anything. “Chim was telling me that, uh, now that you have—me, you can work more because you trust me to be there for Chris.” Fucking Chim. Eddie opens his mouth but Buck barrels on, “And—and I want that. I want to do that for you. But, I—I also—” He ducks his head and takes a sharp breath, steeling himself. Then he looks up. “I want to help with money,” he says, expression lit with determination.

"I want to help with money" scene from baby birch you will alwaysss be famous. this warm early-morning moment so steeped in love, breakfast on the table and buck offering up everything eddie's ever wanted, and underneath it all is eddie's dread-guilt-anxiety. I also think I captured buck's voice and mannerisms so well that's my guyyyy!! I love writing his heart-on-his-sleeve and his long, stumbling sentences...... 29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose? not exactly a sequel, but when I finished Live and (Don't) Let Die I was like I want to read about them being off-putting and freaky and crazy and sick to the stomach from five minutes apart foreverrrrr. I'd love to write something playing further into everyone around them being uncomfortable and honestly kind of concerned about them, because wow. they are soooo scary codependent. buck and eddie should start doing blood transfusions for fun 37. Talk about your current wips. I haven't been writing much lately but circling around in my mind currently are. 1. working title 'california poppies', this short glance-of-blinding-sunlight vignette of shannon's mother dying and shannon realising that from the very beginning she was never going to go back to eddie and christopher, so it doesn't matter what's left in california or what's left of her. 2. working title 'figures', this non-chronological series of moments eddie remembers where he Didn't/Wouldn't/Couldn't Say Something bc it felt too dangerous or destructive or weighty, while everyone's waiting for buck to wake up in the hospital. I want this one to be. very confusing and vague and floaty. my recent waiting room experiences have truly prepared me....... 3. presumed deaddie buck being basically catatonic with grief yayyyy 4. cattails......... this one will almost certainly never get done. mainly bc I only write it when I'm upset and since I truly believe eddie is getting out I don't think I will be able to tap into that well. but for all of these - we'll see!

[several-breathing-eyes]

Since I am a firm believer in holding the line of how early in the year Christmas can start, I am going to recommend my favorite thanksgiving movie!

Jim Henson's Turkey Hollow!

Turkey Hollow is a movie about a recently divorced father who takes his two kids, teen daughter Annie and young boy Tim, to the town of Turkey hollow to stay with his eccentric eco-conscious aunt Cly for Thanksgiving. While in town Tim becomes enchanted by the local urban legend, the Hideous Howling Hoodoo. However while looking for the Howling Hoodoo in the forest, in the hopes of collecting on a newspaper's cash reward for a photo, Tim accidentally causes trouble with aunt Cly's turkey farmer neighbor and puts the family farm in danger.

Determined to write his wrong and get the $10,000 needed to save the farm, Tim and Annie venture out into the forest, accompanied by some new magical friends, to get a photo of the Hoodoo and save the Day!

Jim Henson's Turkey Hollow is fun for the whole family movie about looking for the magic in the world, the importance of family, and of course, turkeys.

Also it's narrated by Ludacris.

You can watch it on Amazon prime or Disney plus.

[jerthcontrol]

A Pete and Clyde interraction thats been living up in my empty cavern of a head.. This is shitily written but I dont care. Live laugh Lipshitz. (Clyde has a speech impediment, specifically a stutter- so I will be writing with it)

Clyde: I-im Cly-cl... Im Clyde. Its uhh- nice to.. me-meet yyy-you-

Pete: Clyde like- Clyde Kilgore??? No way man-

Clyde: U-u-uhm.. what do you me-mean by thhh-that???

Pete: Oh well my brother- Ted fucking HATES your brother so.. I know you by proxy kinda-

Richie: PeTes brother is just jealous because Andrew sTole his girl. iT is very patheTic.

[fangwhoria]

for your original fiction! 🎀🦉🔥

HIIII CLY!!! sorry you sent this right as i was driving home but thank you so much <3333333

🎀 how do you decide when something is done?

well usually when i can read it and find a satisfying arc in it. i still go back to old projects and make little changes and edits, because i do believe theres always a better way to say something, but yeah when the structure and characters all make satisfying sense and i myself look at it and see the story i was trying to tell is when i will finally put it down

🦉 give yourself a piece of writing advice

waugh.... i suppose the message i need to internalize is to learn how to gloss through portions that i dont presently know how to write and get myself to a place where i do feel like the words are flowing. perfectionism is so sinister in that i will trip myself up by not being able to do it perfectly the first time and then just not continuing.

🔥 what’s something that’s currently going really well?

i think my ideas and motivation are really good right now. like i have a lot of desire to write and a lot of ideas for how things should go! i cant do anything without having another epiphany right now which is lovely because those stretches of time where it just feels like nothing is happening are the worst

link to clys fic writer asks

[thehollowwriter]

Finn Fic Sneak peak!

I'm currently writing anothet story with Finn and figured I'd share a bit. I chose a part that gives you a sense of what the story is but it doesn't reveal too much. It hasn't been edited either so it may change slightly in the final (and also probably full of spelling mistakes 💀)

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"Right." Azul's voice was flat. "I do have just the charm for your... tank. However as payment I'll need-"

His sentence was cut short by the ringing of his phone and he sighed.

"My apologies." Azul said, brow furrowing at the name of the caller. "I have to take this."

He stood up and made his way to stand just outside the door, half listening to the response of "it's all good, I gotta make a cool too!", before answering.

"Jade." Azul's tone was biting. "You know not to call me during work hours. What in Twisted Wonderland do you want?"

"Yeah... making the deal now... yeah he said he's got it.."

Azul shifted slightly, pressing the phone closer to his ear, trying to ignore Clys's own phonecall.

"It's Finn." Jade's voice soft and tinted with worry. "He didn't come to the Art Gallery tonight. He won't answer his phone. No one knows where he is. Is he with you?"

Any disdain drained from Azul and his grip on the phone tightened. "No he's... he's not here."

Jade made an uncharacteristic noise that sounded almost like a whine.

"Oh this is..." A sudden pause and the muffled sound of Jade calling to someone. "I found someone who said they saw him hours ago, please excuse me."

Jade stopped talking but did not hang up. Azul was unable to hear what was he was saying to that someone due to the sound of Clys talking.

"Yeah, give me the update. It's fine, he had to take a call, he ain't here."

"Azul," Jade's voice was louder now, steady but laced with... with panic? "Azul, one of the staff said Finn arrived on time but was redirected to another room by someone who wasn't meant to be there at all. Nobody saw him leave but he's not in the building anymore. Azul, I think he's been..."

TBC~

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A/N: Hope you guys liked this tiny snippet! Idk when the whole fic will be finished by hopefully it's sometime soon!

Tagging: @krenenbaker @distant-velleity @jaylleoo14 @minteasketches @officialdaydreamer00

@the-banana-0verlord

[clyches]

Hii hope ur doing well!!

hii 🥹 i’m sorry, i was just going through a lot recently and i couldn’t find it in me to update :( so for that, i’m apologizing if around the ending the writing seems so half-assed hshajda thank u for the patience everyone, i’m here now!

[sukirichi]

SUKI SUKI SUKI !! good evening, cly’s here, y’know what that means: PART 3 of my rambles <3

disregarding the ending, this chapter made me really happy :(( it made me feel a little spark of hope that maybe all will be alright, you know? it gave me some sort of peace after this incredibly stressful weeks of mine 😭 to be fair, the whole story just gives me sanctuary for an hour or so as i take my time reading it. whether i’m outside or sitting in the comfort of my home, your writing never fails to let me escape a reality i’d rather not face 🥹

ANYWAY regarding the ending tho, i was already thinking that rin was too good to be true omfg 😭😭 it was stressing me out like girl pls look under his bed or something because i cannot be trusting his ass after all the shit he put our girl y/n thru 😒😒😒 i can’t rly complain much about the start and middle tho bcs it all really made me happy </3 i js kept thinking like WHAT IF there was an alternate universe where everything was so peaceful and dtd was js pure fluff 🥰 BUT no suki said no 💔

&& excuse me i initially suspected that the pastries were messed with but ig we’ll never know

i already had a weird feeling that something was up when the housewarming party started bc hello, wdym she’s looking sick and having cravings AND I KNEW I WAS RIGHT!!! IM NEVERRRR WRONG oh god i want to see rin’s face after all this, then i just want to slap him sort of idk ACTUALLY I HAVE A THEORY!! HEAR ME OUT (i’ll sound delusional for this but idc 😞), what if rin and iris actually DID broke up,, ig a little farfetched but what if rin avoiding iris for y/n made him wake up a bit and yk, he fully committed to it,, so what if the father ISN’T rin and maybe it’s iris’ way of trying to stay in the royal family? either pretending that it was rin’s or omi’s 🤔🤔 LIKE THAT’S THE FUTURE HEIR RIGHT THERE!! EITHER ONE’S CHILD ARE VALUABLE OMFG?!? like the obvious conclusion here is that rintarou’s the father, but what if he isn’t and she’s pregnant with another man OR WHAT IF SHE’S PREGNANT AND ANOTHER BROTHER IS THE FATHER OH MY GOD cly galaxy brain frfrfr

i need to see what’s next n i hope y/n can still find peace in that house, i don’t want it to be short lived sigh 😞 anw THANK U FOR THE CHAPTER SUKI I ATEEEE IT UP 🙏🙏🙏

hi hi, always happy to hear your rambles !! and aaww wait that’s so sweet ! ik dtd can be a heavy read because it has angst and lots of drama but to hear you say my writings feel like a sanctuary... i can’t think of a bigger compliment, i’m a little in awe 🥹🫶🏻 ALSO OMG i think about this a lot too like what if in an alternative universe, tobio has become a pro volleyball player and let go of his title to pursue his passion, akaashi has also dropped his titles to live a simple life in the kingdom helping the people, iris never existed LMAO and kiyoomi is happily curled up in the swings on his porch at itachiyama while he reads a book and rinyn were happily married 🥹

YES couldn’t have said it better myself but either one’s child would be just as valuable bcos they’re both princes so if iris really did use her pregnancy as leverage, she’d have secured her future alr 🥲 OH NO ANOTHER BROTHER? i can’t see any of the other princes wanting iris like that but... i think if atsumu had like seven shots and was drunk out his mind, he might give it a go. anyways thank you so much !! i appreciate the time you took to send me this message and am always looking forward to hearing everyone’s theories + thank you SO MUCH for the support and kind words. means the world to me, truly 🥺🌷

[mxnhoo]

to me. (l. hs)

"where's the trophy? he just comes runnin' over to me." ╰➤ athlete!heeseung x fem!reader ft jay, sunghoon, jake, riki (enha) genre. romance, fluff, basketball (majority of the plot LOL), semi-proofread w/c. 3.6k warnings. mentions of injuries/hospital, giving up on dreams, idk if this needs to be mentioned but a lot of praying cly's note. i tried my very best to recall all the basketball terms from when i still played in a team, and with the olympics taking over my tiktok, i just HAD to write something after seeing all those cute edits. hope ya'll enjoy this one! don't forget to like/reblog/comment if you did<3

now playing : the alchemy - taylor swift

Loud cheers reverberate from every corner of the room, each individual having their own team they were cheering for. The basketball court that centred the huge hall consisting of athletes that were running back and forth, bouncing the basketball and making moves that one could easily miss if you blinked. The athletes had serious expressions on their faces, anyone being able to immediately sense the tension as the game continues to progress. However, even with all the chaos that was happening, your gaze was fixated on one player, and one player only. Your boyfriend, Lee Heeseung.

Your eyes followed him as he sprinted from across the court, skillfully dribbling the ball with his hand as he successfully gets pass his opponents, finding himself open and having the opportunity to shoot a shot. He picked up the ball in his hands and took his shot for the hoop, the ball spinning around the hoop before finally falling in. You stood up in excitement and cheered loudly, the audience surrounding you quickly following and filling the area with loud cheers.

Heeseung, with his right hand dangling in the air after his shot, quickly curled his fingers into a fist and shook it in triumph, feeling proud after being able to help his team earn a point. The camera quickly panned to him, his face appearing in the big screen and he took the opportunity to nod his head and flash a pleased expression. He ran back to his court to defend, and while the opponents were still at the opposite end of the court dribbling towards them, Jay, who was Heeseung's teammate, took the opportunity to fistbump him.

As the opponents quickly approached, Heeseung stood in front of the dribbler, his feet never stepping beyond the 3-pointer line as he held his hands up, observing his opponent's every move and as his opponent quickly passed the ball, Heeseung made an attempt to intercept the pass and it succeeded, allowing him to take hold the ball and he wasted no time to dribble across the court again.

The opponents were quick to respond, and with them blocking Heeseung's way, he passed the ball to Jake who dribbled in, picking up the ball to do an lay-up which was quickly interrupted by his opponent's hand, the ball instantly being blocked and it flew behind Jake, the opponents having the ball again.

The match quickly went on and before you realised, it was already the break period before the last quarter. The scoreboard was currently a 1:2, and nervously glancing at the sidelines, you saw the athletes feeling clearly pressured, their realisations setting in that if they don't buckle up the next quarter, they were going to lose. Your eyes fell on Heeseung who was sitting on the bench, speaking to all of them with a serious expression on his face, probably coaching them. His teammates were all standing up, surrounding him and listening to him attentively as they listened his instructions on what to do next and right before they could finish their discussion, the referee blew his whistle to indicate the start of the next quarter. The different teams did their cheers accordingly before setting foot back into the court.

Heeseung prepared for the jump-ball, staring at the ball that the referee was holding between him and his opponent, and with the whistle blowing, the refereee threw the ball in the air and Heeseung jumped upwards, his hands reaching for the ball and flicking it towards him where Jake was. Jake took hold of the ball and dribbled in, managing to earn a point from a lay-up effortlessly despite the amount of tension he was feeling inside. Jake cried out in relief, his faith slowly crawling back to him as he managed to start off the quarter well for his team.

Points have been earned multiple sides from the two different teams, and currently, the opponents were ahead by 6 points. There were only 6 minutes left, and features of worry were taking over your featuresas many 'what-if''s filled your head. What if something goes wrong? What if Heeseung's hand starts to hurt again? What if he gets injured again? What if they don't win this quarter? Will they manage to do it? What if they don't win?

You bit your lip as you carefully watched the match, your fingers fidgeting as you aggressively rubbed the top of your thumbnail. The loud cheering that filled the entire hall slowly start to disappear as your head starts to get filled with the different thoughts. Your eyes that were fixated on Heeseung watched his every move, realising his serious expression as he observed the opponent, and you glanced at his right hand that was slightly shaking.

You recalled the moment when he had badly injured his right hand a few years back, how there were many sleepless nights in the hospital because the boy fractured his hand, leaving everyone worried that he possibly wouldn't be able to ball again for the rest of his life. You prayed every single night, shed so many tears, begged for a miracle to magically happen that he would just be okay again. That he can have the chance to achieve his dreams again.

The best day of your life, other than Heeseung asking you out a little before he got injured, was when the doctor announced that Heeseung would be just fine, but that he needed a year to fully recover, and that he wouldn't be able to play basketball the same way he used to. You remember the grief-striken expression on Heeseung's face when he found out, recalling those nights when he silently cried to himself which shattered your heart, but he never gave up, working hard constantly and earning himself an opportunity to play basketball again on his dream stage.

You recalled the days he had to practically re-learn basketball with his left hand, the journey becoming even more difficult since his left hand wasn't his dominant hand, but he was determined. He always woke up early to go to the gym, working out to achieve his ideal physique and then played basketball afterwards with his mates, using his right hand as minimally as possible.

You recalled one night when you and Heeseung were on a basketball date out, you in his jersey and him in his tank top, both of you just continuously doing bounce passes to each other as you both walked and looked into each other's eyes. The sun has set, the only source of light from the post lights in the court, and it was starting to get chilly. The cold breeze blew onto your faces and your hair lightly flowed in the air, and Heeseung gave you a smile that you'd never get tired of.

You both talked about random topics, whether it was about controversial questions such as "M&M or Skittles", or if it was about serious topics. One thing you'll never forget from that night was the sight of his exasperated look when he asked you, "Do you think I even have a chance?" while doing a hard bounce pass to you, the sound of the ball bouncing being the only thing that could be heard. He never specified what he meant, but you already knew.

He never admitted it, but you could tell that he was so close to giving up, and upon hearing his question, you immediately set the ball to the floor and walked to him, opening your arms and bringing him into a warm embrace.

It was an embrace he never knew he needed so much. An embrace of comfort, an embrace of reassurance. It's honestly pretty heartbreaking when it seems like you can't professionally play a sport you dedicated your entire life to. His whole world was crashing down.

You gently patted his back as you felt him cry out, nuzzling his face into your shoulders as you felt his tears on your skin. You hated to see him like this, you hated to see him so helpless and unfaithful.

"I know you'll make it," you speak up after a moment of silence, still continuing to pat his back slowly. "I'll always be here, Hee, I'm always supporting you."

That was the day you realised that it wasn't just his journey, it was a shared journey between the two of you. You pulled him up from his dark moments, and the bond between the two of you only depeened.

From that day on, Heeseung started to take trainings even more seriously, all while still taking care of his right hand, and you could see him drastically improve, whether it was his faith that he could achieve his dreams, his hand condition, or his skills in basketball in general.

You were so proud of him, and you never once gave up on him. And now you were watching your boy kill it on his dream stage, though you were worried something could happen to him again. Your teeth sunk hard onto your bottom lip until it formed a cut, but the pain didn't even register until you heaved a sigh of relief as your boyfriend scores another lay-up. 4 points gap.

All is good so far. They were closing the gap, and they had a chance to win. Everything is going well.

However, the sense of relief quickly crashed down as you looked at the clock and realised there was only about 4 minutes and 38 seconds left, panic starting to grow in you again. Everything was happening so quickly, you didn't even want to blink and your eyes were starting to dry out. You grabbed the waterbottle that was placed beside you and opened the cap, gulping down on it as you kept your eyes fixated on the ball, your eyes following it as it constantly gets passed from player to player.

Your breathing starts to pace up as you feel the anxiety inside you accumulate. Heeseung dribbles the ball, trying to strive in for a lay-up until the opponent brutally knocks into him onto the ground. You gasped loudly and stood up, your hand flying to your mouth as the crowd let out loud multiple "oooh" and "ahh"'s. The referee instantly blew his whistle and announced that there was a foul, giving Heeseung the opportunity to get 2 free-throws.

At this point, you didn't even care that Heeseung had the opportunity to score extra points to close the gap. You were only worried if he had gotten hurt in any way, watching as his teammates help him up from the ground and how his hand shakes more aggressively than earlier. You slowly sat back down on your seat, biting your lip and even tasting your own blood as you placed the palms of your hand together, almost as if you were praying to God that everything would be okay.

The camera panned to Heeseung who stood behind the free-throw line, bouncing the ball on the spot as he stares at the basketball net intensely, mentally taking his aim. His teammates and opponents all stared at him intensely, this nerve-wrecking moment possibly being a game-changer. The timer stopped, allowing Heeseung to take his own time to score, and as he picked up the ball, he shot his shot, his right hand dangling in the air.

One shot in. 3 points gap.

Everyone around you cheered and you felt the tension inside you ease down, realising that if he could still shoot just fine, he was probably okay and a small smile appeared on your face, praying for the best for his next shot. If he makes this shot, the gap between the two different teams would only be 2 points, and there was a high chance for them to be able to tie this quarter, and maybe even score more points than the other team if all goes well.

The room grew quiet, everyone staring at Heeseung as he bounces the ball once again, his eyes on the hoop as he takes aim once again, bringing the ball to his face just slightly below his eyes, and he takes his shot again, the ball going in and the number on the scoreboard for his team going up. Everyone cheered and you stood up again, bringing your hands to cover your face as you felt emotional. Your boyfriend was going to achieve his dreams of winning, you just know it, and you were going to be there to experience this achievement with him.

2 points to close the gap. 2 points until his dreams could possibly come true.

Heeseung roared out loud, looking at the camera once again, showing a rock hand gesture to the camera which you knew damn well was directed to you. You and him always enjoyed doing the rock hand gesture to tell each other "I love you" in sign language. You could see people in your peripheral vision mirroring Heeseung's hand gesture, and your heart warms up as you eventually do the same.

With the last 4 minutes and few seconds remaining, you can immediately feel the change in atmosphere. If the atmosphere was fierce earlier, you could say this one was suffocatingly intense. In the last few minutes, getting an opportunity to score was getting increasingly impossible and your worry returns once again, all the thoughts washing over you. You knew he could do it, you knew he had the skills to do it, but with the clock running, you'd hate to admit that your brain is starting to have second thoughts.

Since the quarter scoreboard was still a 1:2, if they win this quarter, the game would be tied and the game masters would then look at the total number of points scored. In the first quarter, Hee's team won with 34 points. Second quarter, the opponents won with 42 points, and 23 on the next. So this means the opponents currently have a total of 65 points, and if Hee's team is going to win, they'd need a total of 66 points, which also means 32 points alone in this quarter.

You looked at the current scoreboard, noticing how their current scores were a 30:32. 2 more points to catch up, and 3 more to take the lead and secure their win.

The fourth minute passes by, the ball being aggressively passed across the court and fought for.

The third minute passes by, and up till now none of the teams score. Your hands aggressively fidget against each other, and the audience grew silent, attentively watching as the match progresses.

The second minute, the opponents almost manage to score a lay-up, but Riki managed to block and get the rebound, managing to pass the ball to Sunghoon who dribbed swiftly across the court.

The last minute. The last minute for any magic to happen. Up till now, no teams have scored, and the supporters for the opponent team have basically relaxed in their seats, being sure that their team have secured their win already. You remained silent, along with the other supporters and you felt sweat trickle down your temple. Your breathing slowed down as your eyes flickered from player to player.

It was so evident that all the players were tired, and that they just wanted for everything to be over, and when you looked at Heeseung, the exhausted expression on his face broke your heart. He brushed his damp hair back with his hand, wiping his forehead with his jersey as he observed the opponent approaching him, preparing to make an attack.

30 seconds.

The opponent managed to dribble past him, catching Heeseung off-guard and causing him to fall on his butt. Your face turned sour as you watched the scene unfold in front of your very eyes, watching how the opponent picks up the ball to do a lay-up while Heeseung was still on the ground.

25 seconds.

Jake jumps in front of the opponent, successfully jumping the ball from going in and the ball flew to the air, all the athletes eyeing the ball and finding every opportunity to get the rebound. Sunghoon jumped into the air and took the ball, an opponent running up to him in an attempt to snatch the ball away.

20 seconds.

Sunghoon and the opponent continue to snatch, Sunghoon yelling out that he needed someone to be open, and Jake immediately responded to his call, stepping into an area where there were no defenders. Sunghoon successfully wins the ball, and passes the ball to Jake, and you could see Heeseung standing back up to his feet, his state so obviously weakened.

15 seconds.

Jake now has the ball, and he dribbles across the court. Heeseung was still at the opposite end of the court, at the brink of fainting as his teammates try their damn best to score at least another shot. Jake was frantically blocked by the opponents, not having any opportunities to strive in or shoot, so he tries to find anyone open to pass to.

"Heeseung! C'mon!" Jake calls out, immediately causing Heeseung to snap back and run towards the other court where all the other athletes were.

10 seconds.

Heeseung runs outside the 3-pointer line, holding his hands up for Jake to pass the ball to him, but one of the opponents constantly block the pathway between Jake and Heeseung, making it difficult for Heeseung to be able to receive the ball. However, there was a moment when the opponent let his guard down, allowing Jake to successfully pass the ball to Heeseung.

5 seconds.

Heeseung, standing outside the 3-pointer line, takes his last chance to shoot his shot, praying that this shot makes it.

Everyone remained silent, their eyes watching the ball.

The sounds of the ball perfectly falling in between the hoop echoed through the whole hall, and the ball bouncing on the ground after the shot was the only thing that could be heard.

They did it. They won.

33:32. Quarter scores were a 2:2, but with the points accumulated, they won.

The referee blew his whistle to indicate the end of the quarter, and he announced, "Winning team, ENHA!".

All his teammates cheered, and you couldn't believe it. Your jaw dropped, and you could feel tears forming in your eyes from how elated you felt. You watched Heeseung, observing as he scans the crowd, and as he spots you, his face immediately lighting up with a wide grin. He's now walking towards you.

Walking. Jogging. He's running. Running to you, sprinting, even.

You subconsciously walk towards him on the bleachers, watching him approach you behind the railings and once he was at close proximity, he opened his arms and embraced you. Embraced you so tightly you felt like you were going to explode. You hugged him back with the same amount of tightness, feeling the tears escape your eyes, having no words to explain how jubilant you felt. You both exchanged no words, but he knew how proud you were of him. Multiple reporters surround him, holding their cameras to him to take photos of him and capture the moment between the two of you. He pulled back from the hug to immediately cup your cheeks and pull his lips to yours.

You cried into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer, and he kissed you so passionately. His mouth moved in such a slow rhythm, taking his time to enjoy how perfect your lips were on his, how you complemented him so well. You felt your heart pick up the pace, almost feeling like it was going to explode, and you immediately felt blood rush to your cheeks. Loud cheers could be heard from every corner of the room, but with his lips on yours, the sounds gradually started to fade, the only thing that mattered being you and Heeseung.

Heeseung didn't experience this win alone, he experienced it with you.

He pulled back from the kiss, resting his forehead on yours as he intensely looks into your eyes to form eye contact and he gives you his cheeky smile. "I did it. We did it, love."

"You did it," you look at him as tears continue to flow out of your eyes, caressing his cheek and he laughs at how emotional you were. He used both of his thumbs to wipe your tears, cupping your jaw as he gives you the smile that made you fall in love with him

"We.. did it. I couldn't have done this without you, love," he stares at you, his eyebrows arching upwards as he gives you his cute pout. The way he emphasised 'We' didn't go unnoticed, and you laugh, leaning in closer and your noses touch, closing your eyes as you give him the biggest smile.

"I'm so proud of you baby, hope you know that." "I know that very well." "Anyways, what're you doing with me? You should go celebrate with your teammates," you chuckled, and your chest felt fuzzy at how the first thing he did was run to you. "I don't need to," he retorts. "What about your trophy, baby?" you pouted. "The only trophy I need is already here with me."

You chuckled at how cheesy he sounded, opening your eyes only to be met with his serious gaze.

"I'm being serious, Y/N, you're the only thing I could care about at this moment," he confessed. You felt butterflies fill your stomach as your hands playfully smack his chest. "Thank you Heeseung, for winning." "I love you," he blurts out, which catches you off-guard but you laughed at how genuine he was. "I love you more."

And he pulled you into another kiss to celebrate his victory.

cly's tmi. before this song trended on tiktok and the olympics started, my friend and i had already talked about this song and i've been wanting to write about it for like.. 3 months now. i'm so happy i finally managed to do it, and can i just talk about how SWEET this song is? i don't really listen to taylor swift much but this song hits so hard.

[triplechain]

Tell me about the triple chain? Do you have several equivalents of each hero in one chain or are there three separate ones traveling through time?

Three separate chains traveling through time, all with unique heroes!

The "Main Chain" is just the chain in LinkedUniverse as it stands: Time, Twilight, Warriors, Hyrule, Legend, Four, Wind, Wild, and Sky.

"Chain 2" is really only called a "chain" in the loosest sense considering there's only one person named Link, but it's named the same for consistency. Tri, Tre, Trois, Cly, Apri, Rhythm(the only Link), Skid, Yves, Trill, Horse, and Cent make up the team. Initially the Tri-Force Trio, Cly, and Apri were one team (though Cly was a later addition because he went through a portal and gained sentience, oops), with Rhythm, Skid, Yves, and Trill being another. Cent tagged along with the first group out of interest in Cly, and Horse joined last cause they needed a horse and Tre made friends with her =)

"Chain C" was the original nickname for the last group, cause "c stands for many things; canon(Spirits), cartoon, CDi, cereal--" and it wasn't supposed to be a thing at first. until I made Spoons to spite my friend and then let things expand from there. Shields, Spoons, Koridai, Peter Pancho III, Rus, Holpar, Spirits, Landon, and Riptide are part of the team. Chain C formed in duos: Shields & Spoons, Koridai & Peter Pancho III, Rus & Holpar, and Spirits & Landon. Riptide was already Spirits's companion seagull and probably knows how to drive the train. They all end up meeting in New Hyrule, joining one duo at a time to ride the train, and work together to defend it from an attack.

The closest there are to equivalents of the same hero are the members that are technically based on a Link with a pre-existing counterpart (mostly Rus, Spoons, and Holpar, but also Tre and Spirits to an extent depending on how much you consider TFH and ST canon to Legend and Wind)

Eventually they're all gonna meet up. one of these days. whenever I get around to writing it or drawing it @~@