#don't steal warriors scarf

[starrclown]

!SHADOWPEACH HEADCANNONS!

Exept it's easy to tell who my favorite is.

Pure silly addition! No angst here!

It's pride month yall so it's gay monkie time.

Showing his BF a new crayon color:

Wukong doesn't like thunderstorms. They scare the monkies and the unpredictably and sound make him uncomfortable. He's also not that big of a fan of water. Macaque doesn't mind storms, he doesn't like how loud they are but he's fine with them. Macaque uses his hearing to let Wukong know when thunder is coming so he can cover his ears.

Wukong hides most parts about him using glamors. He hides his eyes, his head scar, his height, and other things he sees as imperfections. Macaque would kill to see Wukong's features again cause he always loved those parts about him and he doesn't want Wukong to hide them.

Macaque just stays in Wukongs house. Like he just lives there and let's himself be know sometimes.

They have drawing sessions together.

Macaque HATES having his hair long. It's inconvenient, it gets stuck in his shadows, it makes him hotter because it warms his neck along with his scarf. If it gets even a INCH past his neck he has Wukong cut it immediately.

Wukong is a little spoon. Sometimes he's a big spoon but Macaque likes to hold him in his sleep so he just stays the little spoon.

They do that thing where one of them has one headphone in their ear and the other headphone is in the others ear. They love listening to music together.

They buy each other presents all the time. Wukong makes homemade presents with his art skills while Macaque steals from stores and malls to get Wukong expensive presents.

Macaque knows the basics of cooking and could make a decent meal but he pretends to be stupid so Wukong will make him his cooking.

Macaque has SO many pet names for Wukong while Wukong has like two. (Refrencing my art don't worry about that.)

Macaque loves the cold while Wukong can't STAND it.

Wukong is really good with kids and is a amazing babysitter. Macaque isn't bad with kids but when he tries to play with them he ends up scaring them.

If Macaque makes Wukong mad Wukong forces him to sleep on the couch.

Wukong hates scary movies because of the jump scares and the stupid decisions the characters make. Macaque LOVES scary movies but won't watch them if Wukong is in the room.

Macaque is super clingy and has at least one hand on Wukong at all times. It started as a nervous habit but then Macaque started doing it more when he started taking being Wukongs warrior seriously.

Their favorite shared food is fruit salad. They make them together alot.

Wukong has a walk in closet filled with clothes that he has either been gifted or he bought or made himself. Macaque owns like 4 shirts and 2 pairs of pants.

Macaque has a very dead tone so it sounds like he's being serious when he's joking. Wukong used to think Macaque didn't like him because he would say things in such a depressing tone it made Wukong think he was dead serious.

Macaque bought a blender specifically to make Wukong peach smoothies.

Wukong really likes to wear gold so Macaque will wear silver to match him.

Wukong has two pairs of moon earrings. A blue pair for Chang'e and a purple pair for Macaque.

Macaque hates his naturally white hair because he thinks it makes him look less scary. Wukong lives it cause it reminds him of clouds and snow.

Macaque loves when Wukong is blonde cause it means he's super happy.

Macaque has counted the freckles on Wukong's face so many time he can tell you the exact number he has.

Wukong steals Macaques scarf when it gets too cold out. He often forgets to give it back resulting in Macaque having tos each hours for it.

Wukong has A BUNCH of pillows and random covers. Macaque has to FIGHT to find a cheap space on their bed because of how many pillows and blankets their is.

Macaque loves grooming and running his hands through Wukongs hair cause he loves the cloud like texture.

Macaque doesn't like doing his makeup but if Wukong wants him to match with him he'll try his best to do it and make it look good.

Macaque intentionally makes himself look more unapproching and scary when he's out in public with Wukong so that people won't want to talk to him or Wukong.

They aren't legally married but Macaque gave Wukong a ring so long ago and he always wears it so he just calls Macaque his husband.

It is 1 am where I am and I should really stop defying sleep (I will be defying sleep).

Feel free to drop your SILLY headcannons cause I cannot be dealing with angst headcannons right now. Only sillyness.

- ⭐️StarClown⭐️

[desires-of-chain]

Sleepy and Divine

Finally back with the promised chronic pain/fatigue smut with Warriors! This has been my favourite to write so far - it turned out a lot softer and more tender than I had originally planned, and I'm super happy with it. Also very heavy on the worship kink which I will NOT apologise for. Who's gonna say no to receiving devoted love and attention from a handsome captain? Not me! I will slightly apologise for my blatant favouritism of the petname 'darling', which I only realised was a common thread through all of my fics about three quarters of the way through this one. It's just.... so good.

As with the other chronic pain fic, small psa for those not in the know: reader is aware of their own limits and both them and Warriors know how to handle anything changing - the sexytimes is informed. You do what you can with what you've been given, and sometimes that means having fun then sleeping the entire next day away lmao. Again, this is mentioned in its own way in the fic but I wanted to clarify. I also wrote this reader to be afab, but only the genitalia is described with any sort of gendered language, chest and pronouns left neutral.

With that all out of the way, onto the tender love making <;3

Content: AFAB reader, eating out, fingering, vaginal sex, Warriors' raging worship kink. Reader has chronic pain in their knees, chronic fatigue, and uses a cane.

Word count: 2776

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The bright lights are starting to get too much. The ball has been at full swing all night, dancing and joyous conversation in celebration of a recent military victory that your group had a hand in. Drinks are aplenty, food abundant, everyone in finery to honour the heroes of the land. But after hours of polite conversation, congratulations, and quite a bit of dancing with Warriors, you're approaching the end of your rope.

You try to follow along with the conversation you're currently having despite the fogginess coming over your brain. The women had approached you a few minutes ago to congratulate, praising your ability to keep up with the famed Heroes of Hyrule all on your lonesome, raving about your rumoured unique form of magic never before seen, and generally cooing over your relationship with the Captain. They’re quite lovely, all things considered, eager to know your talents and happy that you make the Link of this time happy - who in their eyes is a savior that deserves everything good in the world.

Speaking of…

Warriors sidles up beside you with a gentle hand against your lower back and a charming “Sorry to interrupt, everyone.” He’s wearing a gorgeous military jacket in his signature green, cropped at the waist and paired with tight cream trousers. His scarf is around his shoulders like always, but it’s been cleaned and repaired with the utmost care - you wouldn’t be able to tell it was the same one he's worn into battle countless times. He's also wearing eyeliner.

You make eye contact, and his brilliant smile momentarily wipes all exhaustion away. The ladies coo again.

“The man of the hour, so wonderful of you to join us! Your darling here has been great company, telling us about all the things you've seen on your travels together. Lake Hylia sounds like a great date spot, if you ever return, I'd say.”

“That sounds like a great idea. Unfortunately though, as much as I'd like to stay and chat, I came here to steal my darling away for a spell, if you don't mind?” He hits the ladies with his award winning smile, the one you can tell is slightly fake but very convincing, and it works immediately. They shoo you off together with a teasing “Have fun, lovebirds!” and just like that, you're being led away from the crowds and into the surrounding corridors of the ballroom.

Finally out of the sight of everyone, you deflate, leaning more heavily on your cane and closing your eyes. Warriors pulls you into his side, arm wrapping properly around your waist to comfort instead of guide. When you look back up, Warriors is already looking at you.

“Let's find someplace more comfortable, yeah?”

With a nod, a gloved hand intertwines with your own, and Warriors leads you down the halls. You assume you're headed in the direction of the room you were both given, but you don't pay that much attention to the twists and turns. You let yourself drift, losing all focus on everything but the feeling of Warriors’ hand in yours. You trust him to lead you.

You do, actually, arrive at the bedroom you were given as esteemed guests of the Queen, and you leave your cane by the door to head for the bed immediately. Oh, ever since you saw it this morning, you'd been longingly thinking to it all day, unable to wait to sink into the clean sheets and soft pillows and sleep for twenty hours. You flop face first onto the bed, doing the littlest hop to ensure you get the most of your body onto the high mattress. Warriors laughs at you from the doorway. You ignore him in favour of sinking further in. The sheets smell so good…

There's a dip in the bed where Warriors takes a seat by your thighs dangling off the bed. You twist just enough to peer up at him and meet a look of contemplation.

“Y’know, the plan was to steal you away from the party so we could have a different type of fun, but you look rather exhausted.” He tucks a stray hair behind your ear. “We can just cuddle and go to sleep if that's more your speed right now. I'm happy either way.”

You think about it. You are very very tired, but it's been weeks since you and Warriors have had the opportunity to be intimate. And he'll inevitably be dragged off early tomorrow for a meeting or some other bullshit, even if you're allowed a lay in. You wiggle a bit, take stock of your body, roll onto your back. You're already passed your limit - the extra half hour of sleep you'd get now isn’t going to be the cure to your fatigue tomorrow.

“You’ll have to do all the work.” You mumble, watching his face light up like a puppy being given a treat. He leans over and cups your cheek, his face inches from yours.

“I don't mind that at all. You sure you're up for it?”

You nod.

Lips meet tenderly. He's slow, gentle and caring, taking his time. You've done this song and dance before, of Warriors slowly building you up, taking the lead, and it always begins with being kissed like you're the most sacred thing in the world. Hands soon find their way into your hair, gloves soft against your scalp and thumbs at your temple soothing. If it weren’t for the heat against your mouth and the gradual stirring in your lower stomach, you'd be convinced he's trying to coax you to sleep instead.

You reach up and tug his scarf, urging him to hurry up at least slightly, lest you actually fall asleep, and he pulls away from your lips hesitantly.

“What do you need?” He asks, tone almost reverent. You whine. “Relax, darling, I’m right here. What do you need?”

“If I relax any more I will start snoring.” You grumble, and he chuckles.

“Message received, loud and clear. Let's get you out of this stunning outfit.”

He urges you to sit up by the shoulders, and gets to work undressing you immediately. The horniness ramps up three levels when, after fumbling one too many times with a fastening, he decides to pull his gloves off with his teeth to get them out of the way. You stare dumbly as he pulls your garment off your shoulders, watching him take in the details of your bare chest.

“I'm gonna worship you tonight, I think.” He runs his fingers down the length of your torso, the first skin to skin contact all night, just to make you shiver. With the gentlest push to fall onto your back again, Warriors leans over you, and with that same reverence as earlier, “I want to place my touch on every inch of your body, either with my hands or my mouth - alight every part of you with my love. Will you let me?”

You stare up at him wide eyed. You're speechless, fogginess stealing every thought away, only the feeling of awe and love spreading throughout your entire body. Your shoulders involuntarily scrunch up to your ears. You manage a nod.

Warriors leans down and nuzzles his nose against yours. “You're so cute when you're sleepy.” His lips meet yours again, just as gentle as before, but his hands whisper against your arms and chest this time, tracing invisible shapes and cataloguing every angle, every curve. You can't help but shiver again. When his mouth moves down to your neck, you gasp and close your eyes.

Drifting in the bliss of it all is incredibly easy with your eyes closed. You feel like you're on a cloud, each point of contact sending you further and further into it. All focus goes to breathing while your senses are overwhelmed with how Warriors navigates your body, kissing from your shoulders down each arm, holding and massaging your palms before placing a kiss on those too. The whispered compliments against your chest a series of prayers, gentle and profound and so sincere.

He eventually arrives at your hips, other half of your clothes still yet to be taken off. He kneels on the ground and gets to work taking those off you too, nudging you to lift your hips, and soon enough you are completely bare in front of him.

He gives your legs the same treatment as your arms, slowly and tenderly moving up with his lips. When he gets to your knees, he takes even more care, ever so carefully holding each leg to relieve the most pressure and pain, murmuring against them something your ears can’t catch, but you feel all the same. Your thighs sufficiently caressed, Warriors finally arrives at where you need him the most.

You're already wet, and when he parts your folds with his fingers you squirm at his hot breath hitting your cunt. Warriors simply stares for a moment…

And with a whispered “thank you…” places his mouth on you.

The whole night had been building up to this - Warriors’ tongue swirling your clit, gently lapping up your slick as he continues caressing your thighs with his spare hand. You can't think at all, completely lost in the pleasure of his touch, moaning openly as his tongue pokes your entrance. His movements are maddeningly attentive, slow and gentle and pushing you higher and higher. He continues to mouth thanks and prayers into your cunt, like your orgasm will be a divine blessing upon him, and gods, it feels divine. You're close. When his free hand moves to push into you and open you up with deft fingers, you're closer.

You know once you orgasm now you’ll be done for the night, though, so you weave your hand into his hair and try to pull him away from you. He simply moans against your clit instead, vibrations shocking another wave of pleasure through you, bringing you dangerously close to the edge. You try again.

Warriors looks up at you with hooded eyes and a love drunk smile on his face. You can't help but cup his cheek, thumbing some of your own wetness off his bottom lip. You have his full undivided attention, kneeled on the floor at your feet, and it drives you mad with lust. You have no clue what to say, but the realisation that he's somehow still fully dressed sinks in, so instead of speaking, you unwrap his scarf from his shoulders and drape it over your own like a blanket. Then, your hands move to pull his jacket off, and he chuckles and begins helping.

“Sorry, I got so caught up in your body I forgot you probably want to see mine, too.” Heavy fabric slides off Warriors’ shoulders as he stands to take off his boots and trousers, all garments being discarded to the floor without a care. You keep your eyes trained on every revealed inch of skin, admiring each scar and line and curve. Especially the slope of his waist, which you pull him towards you via when he's finally as bare as you are.

Scooting back up the bed so he can properly kneel on it and truly cage you in, you pull him on top of you and into another kiss. The scarf pools around your body, bathing you in royal blue that feels like a hug, and when Warriors reaches down to push his fingers back into your hole, you clench at it with your fists desperately.

“You're so beautiful…” Warriors gazes down at you with nothing but adoration. You look up at him and think the exact same thing. Words are not working for you right now, but you vow to say everything back to him tenfold as soon as you can. For now, you run your hands across his chest and hope he understands.

Three fingers full and getting close once more, you squirm and buck your hips into Warriors’ hand. When he pulls them out and leans over to fetch something from the bedside table, you whine.

“Just a few more moments, darling, then I'll give you what you need.”

He returns with a jar of lube, and begins prepping himself. He's been untouched this entire time, head red and dripping precum, and when he finally touches himself his face scrunches up in pleasure. The shaky exhale of his breath lights fireworks in your brain.

Sufficiently prepped, Warriors lines his cock up with your entrance. Your legs gently encircle his hips and you look up at him with pleading, desperate eyes.

He pushes in, and you see stars.

He's just as tender and gentle as he has been this entire time, curling around you and pushing slowly in, filling you up with his cock like he's afraid to hurt you. One hand is on your knee - the one that tends to give you the most trouble - and is holding it against his waist gently to make sure it isn't jostled. Compliment after compliment is falling out of his lips, praise like a prayer, a keen for your happiness. Gorgeous, stunning, beautiful, light of my life, they coat you in a blanket of love, simultaneously spreading from his lips, and where your bodies connect.

When he's finally filled you to the brim, his forehead meets the sheets next to your head. He groans as you clench around him.

“My god, I love you.” Warriors murmurs into your ear, and your brain cannot tell if it was simply an expression of gratitude and feeling, or if he was calling you his god.

“I love you too…” you whisper back, awestruck.

Warriors picks himself back up to make eye contact when he starts moving. The thrusts are slow, deep, intent on making you feel every drag and sensation inside you. His forearms bracket your head, hands weaved through your hair while you clench his scarf and tremble as waves of ecstasy spread through your body. The contact is overwhelming, the attentiveness of his hands and hips and mouth as he kisses your lips and jaw - you're so close.

He reaches down and rubs your clit.

“Cum for me, my love. Bless me with it. I want to feel you.”

What feels like divine heat and pleasure shock through your entire body as you orgasm. Warriors speeds up his thrusts slightly, caught up in you clenching around him and losing himself to it too, before pushing all the way in and truly filling you up. You twitch and fidget beneath him, trying to extend the feeling as long as possible. Pure love through your veins.

His head comes back down to rest next to yours, panting heavy in your ear as you come down from the high. You shakily bring your arms up - hands still gripped in the scarf - and encircle him in a hug.

In the wake of the high, fatigue returns. As does the ache of your body. With Warriors’ comforting weight on top of you, drifting into sleep is tantilisingly easy. Even when he picks himself up, knocking your arms to the bed, and begins cleaning you both up, that fog remains, pulling you down to dreamland.

You move at Warriors’ prompting just enough to crawl into bed with him properly, then you're out like a light in his arms.

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You wake to an empty bed and shuffling. Groggily opening your eyes, you see the slightest peek of early morning light through the gap in the curtains, as well as Warriors getting dressed in his usual tunic. You can tell it’s early, too early, and just like you predicted your love is being stolen away by duty. When he spots you awake, he smiles and sits on the edge of the bed next to you.

“Morning, sunshine. How are you feeling?”

You take a moment to assess. Still just as tired as last night, a bit achy and stiff all over. So, not the best.

“Bad.” You mumble. Warriors cards his fingers through your hair sympathetically.

“I have to go do boring work, but you can sleep all you want. I’ll get you some food sent up?”

“That sounds nice. Thank you.”

“Of course.”

Warriors leans down and kisses you on the forehead, before finishing up with getting ready. You watch him from the bed, slowly stretching yourself out and getting comfortable for a great pre-breakfast nap. Just as he reaches the door, you call out to him.

“Link?”

He turns to look back at you.

“Please let me return the favour for last night sometime soon. You deserve all that you gave me, tenfold.”

“There’s no favour owed, but I would love that. For now though, just rest. Dream of me?” Warriors winks playfully. You laugh.

“Always.”

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*bangs on a pot with a spoon* COME GET Y'ALL'S MEAL

🧙 anon strikes once more!

[luimagines]

IT IS I- THE WIZARD!

HEAR ME OUT

i know a lot of people are sick of the '____ but highschool' troupe but I don't care! So-

Heres the roster!:

Time: The cool History teacher everyone likes

Twilight: Part of 4H, the history teacher's son, was on the wrestling team before ut was shut down.

Warriors: Head of the drama club, fabulous hair, always wears a scarf no matter what.

Four: He works at a blacksmith's, and is head of the gardening club. Talks to himself a lot.

Wild: Head of the cooking club, always seen with a plate of food, even during exams. Is the reason the school can't go on feild trips anymore (You can geuss why) and will climb the building if you dare him too.

Hyrule: Couldn't find his classes even after Christmas break. He is a sweetheart though and would ask you to go on a hike with him on the weekends.

Legend: Grumpy, usually glaring. Helps Ravio run a secret candy and soda shop. The coolest drip, is able to tell you where the best stuff is at goodwill/thrift shops. Owns every pokemon card.

Sky: Sleeps through class, and can never run a full lap, but will run about 1 ¼ if he's feeling really good. It's known as 'Bird boy' because he always has a bird near or on him when he is outside.

Wind: The middleschooler who is to be a freshman next year. Basically lives on his Grandma's boat, no matter what season. Is notorious for pranking the teachers. Will steal test answers for you (If you pay him enough)

Reader: the transfer student who watches the chaos from every angle. Records the fights.

...what's 4H?

Good for Malon and Time couples goals.

Any one else wanna jump in on this one?

[shylighthi]

Storm Warning

The change from Hyrule's era to Wild's era was more shocking than it normally was. The drier climate of Hyrule's era was immediately off set as Time stepped into fierce winds and rain. Legend, who had walked through with Time, shot his hands up to block the rain from getting into his eyes. “Shit, this must be Wild's era!” He chuckled.

Wild, who had come in before them with the rest of the chain, walked up and gave Legend a friendly shove. “Why? Cause it's storming? I'm sure there's storms like this in your Hyrule!”

Legend frowned and rolled his eyes. “So you admit that this is your era?”

Wild took out his slate and showed Legend and Time the screen. “We are but the storm is making it hard to connect to the towers.” Normally, when entering new eras, the map function on Wilds slate gave a blank screen. Right now the screen was constantly moving with gray and white specks, sometimes the outlines of a map would appear but not for a long enough time to show anything useful.

“Do you know where we are?” Warriors had come up beside the group, holding onto his scarf so it wouldn't unravel and blow away.

Wild started to look around. Time would as well but the entire area was hard to see with the rain being as heavy as it was. “Hard to tell but I feel like we're near the Gerudo Highlands, somewhere in Hebra.” He gestured to a nearby rock wall. Time had no idea how Wild could just look at a rock and know where he was.

Wild tapped his slate a bit more. “We should take all of our metal off. It's only raining now but I think I saw lightning in the distance. I'll store everything in the slate.”

The chain was quick to start putting away shields and swords or to help other members, like Time, to take off armor pieces. It wouldn't be long after warriors got his chainmail off that lightning would strike nearby.

Wild had started to get antsy just before the chain finished putting everything away. The moment everything was settled he started to move. “We should find some shelter. I don't trust this weather.” The chain began to follow him. “If I'm right there should be a cave just east of here.”

Everyone stuck close to one another. The rain and wind threatened to steal them away into the dark. It was actually quite hard to tell if it was day or night, though, Time would have to assume that since they can even see a few feet in front of them that it must be day.

Something was off, of course everyone would be tense because of the storm but something rested deep in Time. Something was wrong. He looked at the chain. Wind was antsy, looking around into the dense rain. Legend and Hyrule stuck close to Twilight and Warriors. Sky was plastered to Wild's side. Wild himself kept looking around, not like he was lost but like he was searching for something. Four stuck close to Wind, making sure neither of them could.

Lightning struck a tree nearby. Most of the chain jumped or covered their ears, Time's own rang for a few moments afterwards. Not even ten seconds afterward lightning would strike again a little further away. The storms in Wild's era were always terrifying.

Time is focusing on making sure he doesn't trip or lose the chain when the next lightning bolt hits. Wild stops in his tracks and looks off to their left. His ears facing forward and listening intently for something.

“Wild, what is-” Time was cut off.

Wild lifted a hand and shushed him. Lightning struck after a few tense seconds waiting and listening. For a moment, as the sky was lit up they could see a dark funnel stretching from the clouds above them and touching the ground. A tornado.

Wild moves first. “We need to hurry!” Wilf doesn't wait for the chain before he begins to run. Luckily they are not slow to follow. Time falls behind, ensuring no one gets separated from the group.

The rain and wind starts to become harsher. A strong gust blows past them, sending Legend to the ground. Time doesn't waste a moment to grab the back of his shirt and heave him up onto his feet. The wind only seems to get louder the longer they run.

Wild makes a sharp turn straight at the nearby rock wall. He disappears into a crevice. Everyone follows suit, diving into the mouth of the cave. Time is practically shoved into the cave by the winds.

Wild falls to the cave floor and throws his hands above his head. Legend does the same and tries to yell at the rest of the chain but nothing gets past the raging winds. Everyone follows by Wild and Legends example, getting down onto the floor and protecting their heads.

Time's ears pop. There's a sudden jerk as the wind begins to be sucked out of the mouth of the cave. Four gets dragged by the wind. Time is slow to go after him but Sky isn't. Sky leapt over Time and landed onto Four, stopping him in his tracks. Time grabs Sky's leg and pulls them next to himself and further from the mouth of the cave.

Time tried to watch his other boys but the clouds and rain darkened the area so much that the world had gone black in only a few seconds. Every so often Time can hear things hitting the stone around him. Something hits his side, then his head and soon he is being pelted by things he can't see. He doesn't want to imagine what Sky and Four must be getting hit by at the moment if he was being hit as hard as he was.

The tornado seems to take hours to leave but in reality, it couldn't have stayed over them for longer than a minute at most. The rumbling begins to lower and Time can finally hear his heart beating again. The winds slow and the air pressure begins to go back to normal. His ears pop again as everything begins to even out.

Time could feel himself shaking like a leaf in the storm outside. Time barely trusts his own voice but he has to worry about his boys. “Where is everyone? Call out now!”

Wild is the first. “One! Over here, Time!” The darkest part of the storm had begun to pass, letting a dim light into their cave. Wild is dragging himself away from the wall he plastered himself to earlier.

Legend and Hyrule are curled around one another. Legend is sobbing and holding onto Hyrule like a lifeline. Hyrule calls out for them. “We're alright, not hurt at least, Um, two and three.”

Warriors is still on the ground, head tucked under his arms. “Four…” His voice is shaky but at least he's responding.

Wind is trying to stand up. “I'm in one piece.” He then starts to laugh as his legs wobble so hard that he needs to sit back down. Time counts five for him.

Twilight is almost beside Time. “Six. Goddesses that was horrible.”

Sky is still holding onto Four when they both sit up. Four calls out for them both. “Seven and eight!”

Time sighs with relief, everyone is safe. He slowly sits up and leans against Twilight. “Nine. Is anyone injured?” He looks at Sky and Four, both are dirty but neither seem injured.

There's a chorus of no's and ‘I'm fine’.

Wind is still against the wall when he speaks up. There is still a smile on his face but his eyes show that he's terrified. “What even was that? I've never seen anything like that from the Great Sea.” He must have been scared shitless if he couldn't find it in his to cuss.

Wild seems to gather himself up quicker than the rest, though Time can easily see the way his hands are shaking. “Tornado. I don't think I've ever had one creep up on me that fast. That was scary..” A few members of the group hum or nod in agreement. Legend let out a particularly loud sob in response.

They were okay, at least Time's boys were all okay. Though, there was going to be a lot of work to get Legend to be comfortable enough to ‘talk about his emotions’ after this whole ordeal.

Wind had nodded at what Wild had said but wasn't chatty like he usually is. Time reaches over and drags Sky and Four closer to him so he could hug them both. “I think we all agree to stay here until the storm passes.”

Sky's voice is quiet when he replies to that. “Yeah… I don't think I can go out there.” He coughs to try hiding a choked cry. Sky hugged Time back. Meanwhile, Time was planning on how he can kill whichever god is responsible for so many of his boy's crying today.

The weather would die down just before sunset. The sky was bright orange up until the last moment it could be, night fell and it was still brighter then it was earlier in the day. Legend and Sky would bond over their fear of the storm, or at least that is what Time was thinking when the two cuddled up to one another to sleep. When Time laid down himself, Twilight and Wild would plant themselves to his sides soon followed by Wind he wrapped around an arm that he was keeping out of the blankets to keep cool.

Time was so thankful for these boys and how much they loved one another. He just hoped that the goddesses didn't think they needed to be thrown into another storm to be reminded of what they had.

This was originally posted onto Ao3! Feel free to leave a judos or comment there if you enjoyed!

[marblecarved]

your muse's aesthetics as the firmament meme: guardians and the serpent.

bold what applies to your muse and italicize what sometimes applies to them. please repost, don't reblog !

the warrior, last seed, august: amber fields of wheat. hardened metal. the noonday sun. organized shelves. boiling water. stone barracks. carrying wooden crates. washing down a muddy steed. blood across the forehead. a rare cool breeze. the smell of sweat and leather. stubborn anger. honesty and trustworthiness. cracked earth. guiding a knife through a tender cut of meat. black coffee in the afternoon. stepping up when no one else will. lime green. a lounging lioness. perseverance despite all odds.

the mage, rain’s hand, april: forgetting something mid-sentence. stacks of open books. hot tea on a rainy day. frosted bluegrass. blackened fingertips. loosely tied-up hair. staying up all night to master a new spell. pencil sketches and loose-leaf observations. runed circles on the floor. quick learner. looking up to the stars. obsessive. the smell of ozone, ash, and dew. sprouting saplings. red-throated hummingbirds. curiosity. walking through a misty valley in the morning. untapped potential. creativity. the spark of innovation. forgotten leftovers. always hungry for more.

the thief, evening star, december: light hair under a dark hood. best at hide-and-seek. coy smiles. icy stares. indecisive. high expectations of others. blacks and grays. dancing by yourself. seeing your breath on a frigid night. knee-high leather boots. brass buckles and deep pockets. wearing a scarf in any season. the sound of rolling dice. sparkling gemstones. the ace of spades. whiskey with orange and cinnamon. always knows a way out. opportunist. honey on your lips and on your fingers. the jingle of keys.

the serpent, wandering, month varies: murky water in the rain. undergrowth. nicely folded sheets. the fey. glowing eyes on the water. polyglot. sitting in the warm sun on the hard earth. fated for great terror or terrible greatness. clever. knows their way around. superstitious. a rebellious child. climbing trees. the scamper of rats’ feet. vials of multi-colored liquids. shedding the past to become a new person. sensitive. insightful. able to adapt. born to make a difference.

tagging: you ! if you see this on your dash and you'd like to do it for your muse, feel free to steal this !

[masquerain-with-a-mask]

Making a new pinned in just a few seconds cause i hate my old one careful it's gonna be fast

Hi, call me Sasha, Donnie or Masquerain

My pronouns are he/they/moss/ey/dew/rain

I do art and am currently obsessed with tmnt and dmc tho warrior cats is always lurking in the back of my brain

I have a carrd, where you can find all the links to my other socials, but i'm also putting the link to my ao3 here

Listing tags under here

AU tags :

Antpelt lives AU (for my antpelt lives au)

Starstorm (fic about ashfur getting reincarnated in ThunderClan after tbc)

Smokefur AU (silly au, ashfur is double dead and causes trouble, bristlefrost is also double dead and is not having a good time)

Runaway Charlie AU (charlie steals their scissors back from eugene at the beginning of charlie in underworld and they run away, they're really confused and eugene is really worried)

Murphy's Law AU (rottmnt foot donnie au)

Iatstia/Panic Room AU (unwilling dimensional traveler leo au, the iatstia tag is specifically for the fic about this au, the panic room au tag is about the au's extended lore)

Lost in the storm AU (separated 2012 au, you get feral leo, foot donnie, medic mikey and default eldest brother raph with a scarf that looks suspiciously like candy corn)

The Pulverizer Project (donnie is the only one left in the bad future and he adopts timothy and chloe)

Mutant may cry (my best friend and i came up with a crossover/fusion between dmc and tmnt because of a joke and now it's an actual thing)

Warriors may cry (devil may cry but they're warrior cats)

Other tags

Rambles : i'm rambling

The inbox is getting louder : i answer asks with this one :)

I can cook apparently : i bake stuff and sometimes i post it here

French posting : i'm french, whenever i post something in french or that contains french it's with this tag

I'm keeping this one : stuff that i don't wanna lose

The owen tag : my irl best friend is named owen, i talk about him so much i ended up making him his own tag

[fabric-shaver-23]

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[randominternetartist]

Cuddle Pile

Co-written with Borf. Go check them out on AO3

After a heist gone wrong, Wind and Spirit find themselves trapped by a slumbering beast

Read it on AO3

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It had been a long week. They had been wandering an unknown era for Hylia knows how long, before getting sucked into a portal and ending up here, where they walked around for five days until finally reaching a town.

So Wind thinks he speaks for everyone when they say they’re so glad to have found an inn.

Wind shucks off his boots, the last item of clothing he needs to get rid of before he’s off to bed, and Spirit follows closely behind him. As voids generous predecessor, Wind lets Spirit shuffle in before him. They settle in for the night with blankets tucked up over their heads.

Spirit turns under the blankets, then settles.

Then they turn again.

And again.

And again...

“What are you doing?” Wind whispers.

“Can’t sleep,” Spirit replies.

Wind thinks for a moment before speaking up, “Warriors’ scarf is comfy. It makes a good pillow.”

They look at each other for a moment.

“Okay.”

And they get up.

They take some time to plan the perfect heist so there’s no way for it to go wrong. Not that it would be very difficult; after all, stealing something from a sleeping person is as easy as taking candy from a baby; but less morally wrong!

They tiptoe into Warriors’ room, careful not to make any noise. They open the door so slowly it doesn’t even creek. Spirit lifts up Warriors’ head; not a lot, just a little; and holds it there. Wind begins to unwind Warriors’ scarf from around the captain's neck.

Their work is painfully slow, but it’ll be worth it in the end.

When the scarf is unwrapped, Wind slips their hand under it so it doesn’t slide across Warriors’ skin.

The young heroes are already tasting victory, but the moment that Wind lifts the last of Warriors’ scarf, his arm shoots out and grabs them both, and before they know it, the two are being pulled into a bear hug from their resident guardsman, unable to escape.

Something heavy, a body?, falls on top of Warriors. He tries to scramble to see what it is but finds that his own body is being trapped by the weight on top of it.

He cracks open his eyes, finding himself face-to-hair with not one, not two, not three, but four devils all lounging on top of him. He sighs loudly through his nose, biting back a scream. At least he can’t blame Sky. “Wild,” he growls, “I know that this is your fault somehow.”

All he gets in response is laughter. “Surprisingly, no,” comes after a while, “this is actually not my doing!” The click of the Sheikah Slate sounds out and surprise, surprise, Warriors doesn’t believe them.

Then the door opens without a sound, and in comes Wolfy, equally as silent. It lowers itself to the ground, eyes trained on the unsuspecting champion.

It waits, then pounces, leading both it and Wild to fall into the pile.

Several shouts ring out, full of confusion.

Something hits the inn wall from Four and Twilight’s shared room.

Wind kicks the wall back.

Angry but soft footsteps sound from the hall, and Four’s head pokes into the room with an angry expression that quickly fades into surprise and then mischievousness.

Wars grows more concerned by the second. “Four,” she calls, “what are you going to do?” Their colorful member immediately darts out of the room, rushing over to Hylia knows where.

The seconds tick by, and tension grows the longer they are away.

Suddenly, Four’s footsteps sound again, approaching the room but are accompanied by a heavier set.

Four walks in and jumps on the foot of the bed. Time follows right behind, carrying a protesting Legend.

Fae throws kit in and lays on top of em, ensuring Legend will enjoy the (Now) Mandatory Cuddle Time.

Legend fights back, pushing at Time, Sky, and Four (who have now moved to lay on top of kit as well). However, kits attempts prove futile when none of them budge.

Then, Legend gives up, resigning kitself to kits fate.

Soon, Wars closes eir eyes and resigns himself to sleep.

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In the morning, the innkeepers are surprised to find the diverse group in only one of the rented rooms while the other two show no signs of use.

[kaythegayest]

Linked Universe headcannons while we wait for the new update

I like the idea that hyrule is really bad at swimming. Like he can do it, but not well.

I don't know if this is canon or not, but I can definitely see wild staisis launching both himself and warriors to reign fire on a Boko camp.

Wind steals everyones stuff. Warriors scarf, twilights pelt, etc.

Sky apologizes for things that arnt his fault. Like he apologizes so much that the others had to tell him to stop saying sorry to which he apologized FOR APOLOGIZING (they gave up)

Time can turn into the hero's shade at will. Twilight knows this. So when the two were feeling like little shits they decided to prank the chain. Time snuck out of camp on the end of twilights watch and transformed into shade then stood at the perimeter of the camp all ominously. Twilight wakes up someone else to watch and... It went about as well as it can with a demonic looking skeleton staring at you

Warriors can make bread. That's all he knows how to make. Just bread.

Sky makes this face a lot 🫤. He doesn't know he does it and everyone else finds it hilarious

Time and wild both have trauma with full moons. Wild because of blood moons and time because of... The entire plot of majoras mask. So the two can never sleep during full moons so they just stay up and chat. Not trauma dumping. Just sitting and talking about anything that comes to mind.

[fireworksanon]

You seem to be a fan of Venti- Could we get some Venti headcanons? OvO

OKAYOKAY HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE FIDBEMSJSB EXCITED

♡ Would definitely be a size shifter, staying one size is simply too boring!

♡ Would somehow convince you to help him steal wine from the winery, don't ask just go with it-

♡ Would pick you up by the bqck of your shirt and lift you up to eye level, only for you to see his scheming expression-

♡ If he gets drunk enough, you have to DRAG HIM put of the Tavern so that he A) Doesn't accidentally reveal that he's an archon and B) so that he doesnt accidentally destroy it-

♡ Gentle/Calm giant, chaotic tiny, convince me otherwise 🔫

♡ If he's busy and you're cold he just. Puts you under his hat, and continues doing what he was doing-

♡ But if you two were just relaxing he'd tease you about it, "Aww, is the little warrior cold? Well, we can't allow that now can we?" and then he lets you sit by his neck, you know there where the little scarf of the cape is? Yeah there-

I RAN TO MY INBOX AHAH-

[cloudninetonine]

oh i forgot some stuff for Ring!!

he first encounters the chain when he steals twilights pelt and warriors scarf, thinking they were monsters. they were not monsters and give chase

when Ring talks it sounds like bells rather than actual words

he actually comes from a traveling circus rather than growing up in hyrule castle as a jester

i haven’t figured out the logistics but somehow everyone in hyrule castle disappeared? similar to when in four sword they turned to stone but more so invisible to keep up with the mime theme

his whole battle with ganon or whatever is inside hyrule castle and Ring has to go about solving puzzles and fighting monsters in order to get the master sword and find ganon

one of the mini bosses he has to fight is a giant roach/rat in the kitchens (haven’t decided the others)

OKAY BUT I LOVE WHAT YOU HAVE SO FAR!!!

Oh! I know- as you said Ring's timeline is after Wild's maybe the Yiga have something to do with the disappearance?? Possible, them disgusting themself as normal Sheikah and sacrificing the many in the castle to build Ganon's power??

You don't have to use my idea but hope it helps you find a better one!

[emo-floof-child-writes]

The Sword of the Solstice

Chapter 1: Dragon Duel!

There are two forces in the world of Theskyx; the Shining Light, and the All-Consuming Dark. The Light is controlled by a Being of Pure Light; known as Lathander the Holy Cat. The Dark is controlled by a Being of Pure Darkness; known as Dendar the Night Serpent.  

Long ago, a great warrior of Lathander, a paladin, fought a great battle, against a force so dark that many said he wouldn't ever be defeated. A Dark Mage, seduced by Dendar's power, gathered all evil to him to join into his dark regiment, as he planned to seal the world in darkness. 

But the great hero would not let him. He used his magic sword to seal The Dark Mage into an inescapable prison. But sadly, he could not keep it sealed unless he too were trapped inside it. The sword that sealed them disappeared, it whereabouts unknown.

Many adventures, mages, and creatures of all sorts, sought after it. They hoped to wield its power, for good or for ill. The sword, however could not be found. Although other legends say that the sword wasn't lost, and the Warrior and Mage are still fighting to this day.

Whichever is true, another adventure was sparked by this Sword of Legend and that is the story that I shall be telling you today. This is the story of how a small group of elves, humans and a Draconic shapeshifter, saved the world from a power that no one foresaw...

We begin our adventure in a damp cave, said by locals to hold a dragon! And it can be expected that with a dragon comes a large fortune! Our adventurers have come in search of treasure, and fame. Their party includes their rather plain looking human rogue, who is the leader, only just turning 26. He wears brown pants, knee high boots and a green tunic to match his messy green hair. Izuku Midoriya, he goes by. 

Then there was their quiet, elven paladin, of the Bright Dawn; Shoto Todoroki. He is 25. He has a long blue coat, which has frilly collar, a pair of leather pants, and gold lined boots. He has a scar on his left side, from a dragon attack years ago. He once a was a Prince, before the attack. His hair has two colors, (perhaps as a result of his service as a paladin), on his right, it is ghostly white, on the other, it is blood red. 

Their other travel companion, a rather angry human barbarian; Katsuki Bakugo. He too is only 26. He wears nothing but a fur cape, and leather trousers, with sandals that spiral up to his knees. He has awfully pale blond hair, that spikes up every which way. He's also known for smashing heads in, and starting fights in taverns! He's a character, to be sure!

The three of them look around the cave, Shoto (using his god's power that flows through him) makes a torch to light up the damp, dreary cave. Izuku slips into the shadows, becoming invisible to the naked eye. Katsuki sulks behind them, arms crossed. “You sure we came to the right place this time?” Katsuki asks, they had been searching for a good while now, and Katsuki was getting sick of searching. Shoto turns to face him. “The map said to go up Myki Pass, and follow along the pass to Dekuuna Road. This is the last cave that isn't on the East-West Road!”

Katsuki growls. “It better be, or I'm striking off on my own." As He says this, a loud roar echoes through the cave. Shoto pulls out his sword, and Izuku grabs one of his throwing daggers. Katsuki laughs, holding up his Warhammer, excited at the thought of a fight. “Be on guard,” Izuku warns, “we have no idea what type of dragon this is.” Dragons aren't always the fire-breathing ones. Some have ice breath, and are blue. Others still are water dragons. There are even some that are said to be shapeshifters, though they have yet to have been proven.

Shoto steps through the door, closely followed by Katsuki, and Izuku takes up the rear. They walk into a room lit by torches. Another roar resounds through the corridors. “I smell something!” A booming voice says. “Has someone entered this Domain?” Shoto looks up to see that the dragon is perched above them. He holds his arms out, making Katsuki and Izuku stop. He points up towards the dragon, and they both nod, walking back into the room they came from.

“What's the plan?" Katsuki asks. “We didn't anticipate that the dragon would be standing right above the entrance.” Izuku scratches his chin. “I should go first, as reconnaissance. If (most likely when) the dragon sees me, charge it from behind, taking as many attacks as you can while it is distracted.” Shoto bows his head. “With all due respect, Midoriya, what happens if he's a fire breather?” He touches his scar, frowning. The last thing Shoto wanted was his reckless friend to receive the same horrible fate he had, or worse.

Izuku places his hand on his friend's shoulder. “Fear not, my friend. I will be as quiet as a fox.” Katsuki sighs. “We're doomed." He says, with a groan. Shoto bows his head. “I will trust your judgment, then." He says, and Izuku nods. Katsuki growls. “Just get this dumb plan over with." he mutters. It may seem that Katsuki doesn't respect his companion, but it's quite the opposite, he is worried that this plan will fail. He knows that even though it is his profession, Izuku can be unreliable when stealthing.

Izuku sighs, and keeping to the wall of the corridor, he sneaks out into plain view of the dragon. He looks up, to see that in place of a dragon, is a young man approximately the same age as Izuku. He has red spikey hair, and is sitting shirtless on the overhang, and he wears a red scarf around his neck. “What's happened?" The red haired boy asks, most likely talking to himself. Izuku looks around for the dragon. All he can see is the entrance to another room. He frowns. Where did the dragon go? Izuku wonders. He scoots along the wall back to where Shoto and Katsuki were standing.

“Hey." Izuku whispers. “The dragon disappeared. There's a boy sitting where the dragon was!” Katsuki gasps, and Shoto clutches his sword. “That is not a boy." Shoto says. “That's a Draconic.” Shoto's village was attacked by dragons, but one was a Draconic, a man-dragon. That particular one was a fire-breather, and caused years and years of damage to his once proud kingdom. It's what made him pledge to be a paladin. He has sought after this dragon for years, to deliver the Evil One into the Divine Light.

"What are we going to do?" Katsuki asks. “I mean, can he turn back into a dragon?” Izuku taps his chin. “It seems that he was unaware of what happened." Izuku says, and Shoto nods. “From what I have learned, it seems Draconics are like Werewolves. Unaware in their human state.” Shoto frowns. “This does pose a moral problem. Is it right to attack something that is unaware of what it has done? I need time in prayer.” Katsuki growls. “We don’t have time!” Izuku places his hand on Katsuki's arm. “The Draconic is unaware of our whereabouts. We can take a moment.”

Katsuki stomps his foot, sitting down. He pouts, because he thought he was about to fight a dragon. Izuku sits down next to him. “I understand that you want to fight a dragon, but Shoto brings up a good point. How do we know that he is aware of this?” Katsuki groans. “For someone who steals for a living, you have a high standard for moral choices.” Izuku scoffs. “I prefer the term, ‘treasure hunter.’ I don't steal from other people.” Izuku had a rough childhood, full of awful hunger on the streets.

Shoto sighs. He kneels, and closes his eyes. Lathander, He prays in his head. What should I do? I can't kill an innocent man, Draconic or not. I don't want to be an oath-breaking paladin. The Draconic that destroyed my village, what if he wasn't aware? Please guide me to the Divine Light. Let me make the right decision, ease my conscience. May Dawn be yours, your faithful servant, Shoto Todoroki. A calmness settles over him, a golden glow from his Aura of Light shines around him.

Katsuki sighs. “Have you come to a decision, Light-Bringer?" He asks, standing up. Shoto folds his hands. “I believe so. You won't appreciate my decision. I want to see if we can convince the Draconic to see the Light of The Morning Lord.” Katsuki fake gags. “You're right, I hate it." Katsuki grumbles. Izuku sighs. “How about we try it Shoto's way, and if that falls, we'll kill it, um, him?” Katsuki sighs. “Fine, let's get this over with.” The three of them walked into the corridor, to see that the red haired young man was standing in the hall now.

“Oh, I have guests?" He says, frowning. Shoto walks forward, and bows. “Pardon me, my companions and I were told that a dragon resides here. The villagers said that it was destroying their crops.” The Draconic gasps. “Oh no! It's happening again!” He curls up into a ball, whimpering. “No, no, no, no, no, no, no!" He repeats, over and over again. Shoto kneels down next to him. “What is happening again?" He asks, trying to coax him to talk. The Draconic whimpers again. “The voice..." The Draconic says, grabbing Shoto's coat.

Katsuki groans. “Shoto, this person loopy. I think he's a lost cause.” Shoto places his hand on the Draconic's shoulder. “What voice?" Shoto asks. The Draconic look around the corridor. “I've been trapped here for a long time. A mage put a spell on me. I'm Draconic, you see.” He looks at Katsuki. “I'm not loopy. The mage can see in here. His voice is in my head. I can't control my changing anymore. He sends me out to destroy people that cross him. I shall never be free of him.”

Izuku walks over to the Draconic. “What is your name?" The Draconic frowns. “You need to leave, he is coming.” Katsuki growls, holding up his greatclub. “Let him! I've been waiting for a fight all day!” The Draconic winces. “Please, his presence is close. Leave while you still can.” Izuku pulls out his shortsword, Shoto flips his greatsword in his hands. The Draconic sighs. “You've signed your death sentence." Says a different voice. And from around the corner, appears a cloaked figure.

The cloak looks burned, but it appears to be a dark blue color. He pulls up the hood of his cloak, revealing his face. He has red hair, it's shape is reminisce of fire. Shoto freezes. He looks just like Father! He helped the Draconic that burned my kingdom! How is that possible? The Mage chuckles. “You seemed to have seen a ghost, child!” Shoto hands tremor. “Shoto! What's wrong?" Izuku asks. Shoto takes a shaky breath. “He's the man who helped burn my kingdom down!" Shoto says, backing up.

Izuku gasps, and rushes the Mage. The Mage chuckles. “Hello, son.” Shoto whimpers. “‘Son’?!” Izuku says, looking at Shoto. Shoto sighs. “King of Fiery Endeavors.” Shoto says. “If you have come to finish the job, spare my companions.” Katsuki swings his greatclub at the Mage. He connects with his face, sending him backwards. “Katsuki!” Izuku scolds, looking at Shoto. His hands are still shaking, his lip quivers. Lathander, guide me. How can I fight my father? He should be brought into the Light, but must I bring him into the Everlasting Light of Eternity?

Katsuki sighs. “Shoto, take the dragon boy and get yourself out of here. Whatever or wherever the spell or magical object caused this is, we’ll deal with it.” Shoto scoffs. “As a Paladin of the Morning Lord Lathander, I cannot, in good conscience, leave you behind!” The mage, King Endeavor,  laughs. “Paladin of the Morning Lord! How you have changed, my son.” Izuku points his sword at King Endeavor.

“You do not get to speak to him! Shoto, I agree with Katsuki. You need to get him away.” Shoto gasps. Izuku swings his sword at King Endeavor, and it grazes his shoulder. “Very well, Izuku. Come with me." He says, grabbing the scarf of the Draconic boy. The boy whimpers. “But!" the Draconic says, looking at King Endeavor. “He controls me! What if I destroy a village?” Shoto sighs. Katsuki takes another swing at King Endeavor, but his swing is too wild.

King Endeavor smirks, and takes out a glowing, glass ball. Shoto gasps. He had that when my village was destroyed! He convinced the Draconic not to kill me with it, perhaps it controls Draconics? Shoto pushes past Izuku and the Draconic, and casts Command on King Endeavor. “Drop." Shoto says, and King Endeavor grabs his head. Shoto’s voice whispers in King Endeavor’s head, compelling him to release the Magic Orb.

His hand shakes, and he releases the Magic Orb. He gasps, as it falls from his fingers. Shoto reaches his hand out, and catches it. He turns to face the Draconic, and throws the Magic Orb passed him. The Draconic yelps, and King Endeavor gasps. It flies across the room, and smashes against the wall. Shoto turns to King Endeavor, who is whimpering. Shoto chuckles. “That’s what controls the Draconic, right?" Shoto asks, casting his spell, Zone of Truth.

He feels that Lathander’s truthful influence takes hold of King Endeavor. “Y-yes..." King Endeavor says, and his eyes widen. “I didn’t want to say that! Why did I say that?” Katsuki, who has seen Shoto use this spell before, smiles. He knows that if you speak while this spell is in effect, you have to answer honestly. You can get out of it if you make a motion, but he figured that King Endeavor didn’t know that. 

“The power of a Paladin of Light flows through me.” Shoto says, folding his hands. “Now, did that end the effect?” King Endeavor clears his throat. “Yes, it did...” He says, frowning. Izuku sheaths his sword. “Huzzah, we stopped the dragon.” He says, laughing. Katsuki shakes his head. “We may have freed the Draconic, but we don’t know if he’s not gonna murder us.” The Trio of Heroes turn to the Draconic, who frowns.

“I’m not going to murder anyone!” He protests. Shoto can sense that the spell has affected the Draconic as well. “He’s telling the truth.” Shoto says, and Katsuki sighs. “What about Mage of Evil over here?” He asks, pointing at King Endeavor. The Draconic turns to King Endeavor and changes into his dragon-form. “You have destroyed enough lives!” the Draconic’s voice booming. King Endeavor whimpers.

The Draconic breaths fire, and King Endeavor tries to dodge the blast, but he gets consumed in the flames. “Long live Dendar!” King Endeavor wheezes. Whether he intended to or not, our Trio of Heroes get caught in the blast. Shoto and Katsuki whether it, but Izuku is close to death. Once the Draconic realizes it hurt the people that were trying to free him, he turns back into a normal person, and uses a spell on Izuku, who recognizes it as Cure Wounds.

Izuku feels a lot better, thanks to the magic healing, but he still has some pain. Shoto sighs, and also uses Cure Wounds on Katsuki, making him close to fully healed. He then casts Lay On Hands on himself, making himself healed. “S-sorry!” The Draconic sutters, backing up. Katsuki laughs. “I am aware that Dragon Breath is hard to aim... I would have been more mad if you killed my companions.”

The Draconic nods, and bows. “Apologies, um, I’m Eijiro Kirishima.” He rubs his neck, looking away. Shoto walks over to King Endeavor’s ashes. “Sorry about that too.” Eijiro says, biting his lip. Shoto tilts his head and scoffs. “He needed to go to the Eternal Light, I thank Lathander that I didn’t have to smite him myself.” Shoto bows his head, holding his father's ashes in his hand. “May the Light of Lathander shine in your spirit."

He blows the ashes away, and stands up. “I suppose we’re done here, right?” He looks at Izuku, who shrugs. “We should go... best to not be connected to this. Remember what happened last time?” Katsuki groans. “Yeah, no, I do not want to repeat that.” He starts to head towards the door. Izuku follows and Shoto takes up the rear. Eijiro starts to head back to his treasure horde, but now that he is free of that Mage’s power, he has little interest in gold.

He turns around. “Wait.” He says, and they stop, Shoto turns his head. “Yes?” Izuku asks. Eijiro clears his throat. “Is there room for one more?” He asks, tugging at his scarf. Izuku looks at Shoto and Katsuki. Shoto shrugs, and Katsuki smiles. “He can turn into a dragon!” Katsuki says. “He’d be a nice addition.” Izuku nods, and smiles at Eijiro.

“Alright, I think we can be a party of four from now on.” Izuku says, and Eijiro grins, his teeth pointed. He walks over to them, and they walk out of this deary cave, and into the quiet outdoors. The sun is setting, and the road was empty. “Let’s move out, everyone." Izuku says, walking out to the road edge. Shoto follows, and then Katsuki and Eijiro, respectively.

[i-see-7-cats]

Episode 26 thoughts

okay so i'm assuming this is going to deal with the fallout of ned stealing shade tree

and we're gonna learn if sheriff owens is going to reveal the existence of the abomination(s?)

also a lot of people pointed out that ned could be accused of killing boyd so that's gonna be fun

also where is the laptop? did agent stern take it?

"farts" is the best curse word

so.. the telescope. hopefully we'll get a few answers now because i am very curious

national very quiet zone

national absolute silence zone

wait how is he going to get in? there has to be some sort of security

duck,, please

"bear-abouts"

i also can't believe that worked

greenpeace girl? :D

random broken machinery is suspicious

collapsed 1988? isn't that 30 years ago, when the abominations started appearing in kepler? this is probably going to be important

"the very big telescope" is the best name ever

isn't checking out the secure building a good way to get caught?

what do you mean he gets a headache from approaching it

that's ominous as heck

an energizing headache? is this somehow connected to minerva?

the thing is though.. this lie is kinda very easy to verify so that's not great

who is this

why did she think duck died??

well yeah it's called high-school

see what i did there

nevermind she's fine with this

hi aubrey!

embedded moonlight? :D

"resort-road"

w o o d p a n e l i n g

griffin reading out possible side effects like that immediately makes me dread the Power of the DM

i guess we're lucky that the hotel actually is in kepler

the what hotel

the dude who was kidnapped by aliens?

now travis is just repeating advice from shmanners :D

bye eugene

i did not remember the dog and i'm very impressed

damn, aubrey is really good at magic

that music is ominous

ned gets his stuff back! i wonder if the abomination took the pendant

i do not like this

i assume the abomination did take the pendant?

another middle name! yay

how to: turn a key

oh fuck off! that was very rude! i cannot believe you

yeah! where did it go!

convincing npcs to do something "because i rolled well" is always great :D

someone accusing ned of potential burglary? :o why on earth would he think that??

and another middle name!

shit i don't remember why the scarf is important

did boyd wear one?

oh! happy birthday griffin!!

i stop listening for a few seconds and suddenly i hear "it's like a cool holster for your tooth-gun"

huh i thought we were like halfway through amnesty

though i couldn't really imagine what could be more challenging than the current bom-bom

a potential war between sylvain and the humans is kind of the nightmare scenario already

hearing that sarah is kind of the only person there (?) makes me very concerned for her

"space gunk"

1990 is also around 30 years ago

so this is connected to minerva!

what happened??

damn cliffhangers

i wonder if minerva could live on earth

ooh another one of these orbs! i think

f

what do mean it beeps

is it an alarm?

ouch

it's been so long since someone was hurt

not counting npcs obviously

f

what's up with people being pushed/falling into coffee tables

ouch

level up!

heck yeah lightning!

why are there random pieces of paper

floating

is this something that was there before and i just forgot about it?

i don't like this

agent stern?? has dossiers on them??

he didn't do anything basically the whole time and i didn't expect him to actually have done some work

i feel like this episode is going to end on a cliffhanger again

w

what why

what could be so important in there

like it already has all of ned's stuff

including, i assume, the pendant

what else does it want

this almost feels like it's going to return the stuff

but that doesn't make any sense

why take it in the first place?

oh wait

does this have to do with shade tree

is it going to frame ned? well it wouldn't really be framing but

if not, i'm very concerned for kirby

oh yeah i forgot about billy

but there are no knifes in warriors, it's about cats

i probably misheard something didn't i

so it did return ned's stuff

is it going to frame ned for stealing the laptop?? but there's no way it could have known mama would ask ned to get it and there would be no reason to turn it on

it could just read through the files in boyd's hotel room

but this means it was in amnesty lodge

so.. dani or agent stern?

aubrey still didn't tell anyone about dani did she

even though everyone knows it's a shapeshifter now

fuck? i still don't get how putting everything in the back room would be good for framing ned though.. why not put it out in the open?

oh

oh shit

oh no

oh no this is bad

fuck

why did i not consider this

oh wait it's because i thought it wanted the pendant for itself

you know, i still don't get what the plan here was

steal/take a bunch of stuff just to give it back?? it's very suspicious

oh so we're back with ned now

doesn't he still have one unasked question from the "read a bad situation" earlier?

whatever

oh so that's the deal with the scarf

:/

everyone was talking about how ned was going to suspected of killing boyd and can i just say: yikes that's an uncomfortable situation right now

this is going to look bad

the accent!! it's great!!

yeah everyone wants to know how ned is dealing with this

especially mochicane shippers

"galaxy-braining" is not a term i ever expected griffin to use

"you are just kinda zoned out and looking at the body" was also not something i was expecting to hear

how ironic would it be if saturday night dead was on right now

community insights?

wait is this the bom bom

oh no no no no no no

fuck!!

don't say it don't say it don't say it

fuck

perhaps this can still be played off as an advertising thing?

oh fuck!!!!!!!!!!

does this mean everyone can see the arch now

also fuck

fuck fuck fuck fuck

fuck no

shit

i mean we all suspected that this was the abomination's goal but fuck

well fucking hell

fuck

...okay now that i've calmed down somewhat i have a few questions

why bother with the unnecessary stuff?

sure it attacked people and that makes sense

and i think it took the laptop because it couldn't figure out why no one could see the gate

but like.. why bother with boyd?

why bother returning everything? there's no way it was planning for aubrey to find it

also i'm surprised it didn't try to paint the pine guard as the bad guys for keeping the truth from everyone and allying with the sylvans

since it doesn't seem to differentiate between regular sylvans and abominations

does it think it's doing what's best for everyone?

it doesn't really seem to view the pine guard as enemies

there were plenty of opportunities to hurt them

and it did give ned's stuff back.. was it trying to be nice?

and it could be justifying the killings by saying that a few sacrifices had to be made for the greater good or something along those lines

does it think killing the sylvans will stop the abominations from appearing?

but why would it want that, it's an abomination itself

or is it

we still don't know where the abominations are coming from exactly

maybe this is something different

also mama did say the abominations were appearing more frequently and were more dangerous

and we still don't know why

thacker wanted to find out but now he's possessed by the quell

what does the quell have to do with the abominations?

also we still don't know anything about the whole going feral thing

shit i just realized that's what's going to happen to people who are going to try to fight

they aren't protected from going feral or whatever

also i just realized the hornets are probably going to be at the gate that night

that means they could confirm what "ned" said

so could sheriff owens

he's not going to be happy about this is he

and neither will anyone in amnesty lodge

though i'm interested in what agent stern's reaction will be

are people going to assume ned is dead? because i don't think we've yet seen the abomination transform into anyone without killing them first

except dani

which is a whole other thing

why didn't it kill her? what's the deal with the book? the whole sacrifice thing was really ominous too

god it's too late for speculations i'm going to sleep

[marblecarved]

your muse's aesthetics as the firmament meme: guardians and the serpent.

bold what applies to your muse and italicize what sometimes applies to them. please repost, don't relog !

the warrior, last seed, august: amber fields of wheat. hardened metal. the noonday sun. organized shelves. boiling water. stone barracks. carrying wooden crates. washing down a muddy steed. blood across the forehead. a rare cool breeze. the smell of sweat and leather. stubborn anger. honesty and trustworthiness. cracked earth. guiding a knife through a tender cut of meat. black coffee in the afternoon. stepping up when no one else will. lime green. a lounging lioness. perseverance despite all odds.

the mage, rain’s hand, april: forgetting something mid-sentence. stacks of open books. hot tea on a rainy day. frosted bluegrass. blackened fingertips. loosely tied-up hair. staying up all night to master a new spell. pencil sketches and loose-leaf observations. runed circles on the floor. quick learner. looking up to the stars. obsessive. the smell of ozone, ash, and dew. sprouting saplings. red-throated hummingbirds. curiosity. walking through a misty valley in the morning. untapped potential. creativity. the spark of innovation. forgotten leftovers. always hungry for more.

the thief, evening star, december: light hair under a dark hood. best at hide-and-seek. coy smiles. icy stares. indecisive. high expectations of others. blacks and grays. dancing by yourself. seeing your breath on a frigid night. knee-high leather boots. brass buckles and deep pockets. wearing a scarf in any season. the sound of rolling dice. sparkling gemstones. the ace of spades. whiskey with orange and cinnamon. always knows a way out. opportunist. honey on your lips and on your fingers. the jingle of keys.

the serpent, wandering, month varies: murky water in the rain. undergrowth. nicely folded sheets. the fey. glowing eyes on the water. polyglot. sitting in the warm sun on the hard earth. fated for great terror or terrible greatness. clever. knows their way around. superstitious. a rebellious child. climbing trees. the scamper of rats’ feet. vials of multi-colored liquids. shedding the past to become a new person. sensitive. insightful. able to adapt. born to make a difference.

tagging: you ! if you see this on your dash and you'd like to do it for your muse, feel free to steal this from me ! ♡