#gently at twilight

[adrift-in-thyme]

Twilight had so many good panels this update

I mean lookit him

Precious

Baby

Bean

Credit to @linkeduniverse

[spaciebabie]

this picture isnt real its all happening in twilights head and she's listening ta this as she's having her bi horse fantasies

un blurred below the cut as well as the lineart with flats cuz i want ta show it off sue me

edit: ignore that the images changed slightly i noticed a shading error i missed and it was bothering me 💀

[skyward-floored]

.... I'd love to see Hyrule's perspective on that whole scene, if you ever want to write it 👀 (absolutely ZERO pressure tho!!!!)

- hero-of-the-wolf

I didn’t want to fight my way through an action scene, so I actually skipped to a bit later, while their parents are being yelled at interrogated for their version of events. So it’s not the exact moment. It’s technically not even in the movie. But I think it’s good anyway.

For people who haven’t seen the second movie in a while, this is right bear the beginning, when the family tried to stop the Underminer and kind of failed, then get sort of arrested because they’re supers and that’s still illegal.

(tw for discussion of guns, and implied past child abuse)

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Hyrule chewed on his thumb nail, pressed into a corner of the small room in the police station they’d been herded into. There was a single table and two chairs in here, no windows, and what was obviously a one-way mirror on the wall. Four and Legend had already claimed the chairs, so everyone else was on the floor, or leaning on the table.

The rest of his siblings were mostly milling around the small space, though Wind and Wild had started a rock paper scissors tournament. They were trying to drag Legend and Four into it, with limited success.

Hyrule maybe would have joined them, but his thoughts were too loud, his hands too shaky for the game. Mom and Dad hadn’t come with them in here, they’d been pulled away to some other room while they’d all kept going. And while Hyrule hadn’t been able to see much, he’d seen Impa around, and the man in the suit who’d followed his parents into the room had looked extremely annoyed.

Were they okay? Were they just getting yelled at, or worse?

Were they going to be put in jail?

Hyrule bit down harder, rubbing his tooth along the pad of his thumb. He used to just suck on it when he was smaller, but he’d had the habit more or less beaten out of him. He knew his family wouldn’t care now, but it still felt safer just nibbling on the tip.

“Hyrule?”

Hyrule jumped at the hand on his shoulder, and looked up at Twilight, who was sitting next to him with a concerned look.

“Are you okay? You weren’t hurt in the fight, right?” he asked, and Hyrule shook his head.

“No. Just some little bruises,” he replied quietly, and went back to chewing on his thumb. “Are... do you know what’s gonna happen?”

Twilight breathed out, and leaned against the wall, watching Wind pump his fist as he beat Legend in a match. “Not exactly, no. But Mom and Dad will be okay. And us too. There’s a reason the whole superhero protection thing exists.”

Hyrule swallowed, and looked away as one of his worries came to the forefront of his mind. “Is there... an adopted super protection thing?”

Twilight blinked, then looked at him, understanding crossing his face. “Oh, Hyrule, is that what you’re worried about?”

Hyrule gave a tiny nod, and Twilight scooted over, putting an arm around his shoulders.

“They can’t take you away from us,” Twilight said reassured, eyes sharp. “They won’t. I remember Dad reading all kinds of laws about it, they can’t do that. And even if they tried, we wouldn’t let them. I’m sure the protection program covers that too, don’t worry.“

Hyrule nodded, relieved at the assurance, but still feeling unsettled. This room was oppressive, and the concrete was starting to dig into his spine. Not to mention... other stuff.

“...Something else bothering you?” Twilight asked after a minute, and Hyrule shrugged.

“I just haven’t had a gun pulled on me in a while,” he murmured, remembering just how many weapons had been pointed at them earlier today. He’d completely frozen at the clicks he’d heard. “I mean, at the island yeah, but that was kinda different. I guess I just forgot how sc—...startling it could be.”

Twilight went very still.

A few feet away, Wild crowed in victory as he destroyed Wind’s rock with his paper.

“Hyrule,” Twilight said in a voice quiet enough that only he could hear it, “how often have you had a gun pulled on you?”

Hyrule went back to his thumb again. He had a feeling Twilight didn’t actually want to know the answer to that question. Especially since Hyrule didn’t really... know the exact number. So he kept his mouth shut, and merely gave him a little shrug.

That was obviously the wrong answer though, since Twilight’s face screwed up, and his jaw tightened.

“Twi, it didn’t happen that often, it’s just bad memories, don’t worry about it,” Hyrule begged, suddenly nervous Twilight would do something. He wouldn’t yell at a police officer, would he?

“It’s not just— you—” Twilight struggled for a second to speak, face tight. He pressed a hand to the bridge of his nose, looking a lot like their father as he took a deep breath and slowly let it out. “...you know how messed up that is, right? That you’ve had guns pulled on you by people who were supposed to take care of you?”

“I do. It’s just not a huge deal, Twilight,” Hyrule sighed, going back to nibbling at his thumb. “It is what it is. Or was. Whatever.”

“It’s still messed up,” Twilight muttered, and squeezed Hyrule a little tighter. “...All of this is.”

Neither of them said much after that, and Hyrule set his head on Twilight’s shoulder, relieved at something other than concrete for a cushion. The rest of their brothers continued with rock paper scissors, and Twilight and Hyrule watched in near-silence, Twilight lightly rubbing his shoulder.

The worry for their parents and the situation at a whole sat over the room like a shroud, dampening even Wind’s smiles.

But I’m not alone, Hyrule thought, a brief wave of relief sweeping over him. He leaned a little more against Twilight, and his brother squeezed him in return.

At least we’ve got that.

[ask-dawnanddusk]

(@asktheoger) Aya @ Dusk and Twilight “AWWWWWW!! Hi hi!!” The young Ogerpon runs up to the Suicune and the little Yveltal. “You’re so cute and small!! I’m Aya! What’s your name???”

Dusk chuckled at the child's enthusiasm, lowering his head to allow Aya and Twilight to better see one another, "She's too young to talk, but this here is Twilight, my daughter. My name is Dusk. It's a pleasure to meet you Aya!"

Twilight blinked at the young ogerpon for a moment before shuffling forward slightly, more on her fathers head and exiting his soft fur. She stretched her neck forward and inspected Aya, snuffing softly as she did. Twilight picked up on the scent of sand and salt, along with a lot of earthy scents. Letting out a soft, pleased chirp, Twilight gently bonked her head against Aya's hand in greeting.

[link-is-a-dork]

Midna: "Hey! The horse is running in circles... Looks lke it's startled by the bombs! Look at your map and do something before they drop another bomb!"

[twilight-zoned-out]

The Dirk Gently bridge scene blows me away because there is so much setup that had to be done to fully appreciate what everybody doesn’t understand, and the fact that things have believably escalated to this point in only 2 episodes still boggles my mind. It’s a good scene out of context but in context it’s even more impressively effective.

[panncakes]

the 'mee didn't realize that stepping outside of her dark room into the sunlight could gradually make her fading body become tangible again' cut over mhok and day having fun and laughing their genuine big smiles on their practice date... excuse me i need to chew on some glass

[volterran-wine]

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ @itskelaufeyson: “Hey, hc and one shots are open again.and I hope you’ve relaxed on your break.  I promised that I would request something happy with time so here is it;Felix had an eye for a beautiful girl back when he was human. He was turned and over time forgot about her. Than on a mission he runs into her again, and feels the pull. They obvious understand each other with being from the same century and having been waiting on a mate all there life.You can make it as cute as you want, this time I don’t want you to suffer ☺️ as always love you work and this little corner you created on this website.”

Greetings friend, I feel I owe it to you to to finally reply to this request; after all it has been some time. Fun fact; in Felix’s official backstory... there is a young woman he very much loved... more on that in an upcoming fanfic.

!𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! Some angst, because it is me. 

𝐀𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰.

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

—  𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐗

Felix never enjoyed letting his thoughts linger on the past, for nothing could be found there except bloodshed, shame and a broken heart he would carry into eternity itself. He had put down his gladiatorial sword, and in turn put on a cloak deep as night in order to repay a debt tenfold.

However, there would always be shrouded memories, a sense of longing that would tug at heartstrings he had no use for. His fellow guards would notice, though Felix was gentle and kind towards them; the joy never quite reached his eyes. That was the life he chose, and those around him could do nothing more but shoulder his burdens if they were fortunate enough to get close. They would always break under the pressure.

Two hundred years would pass before he would understand the sorrowful sentation in his heart. Time had not been kind on him, nor her. It was but a whisp of a memory, a face he had once held dear - that much he knew. Corin had been with him that day, shouting that they had to move faster across the fields of wheat in order to find shelter during the day. On the horizon stood another of their kind however, and for the first time in a century Felix felt fear. 

The second his eyes met hers an unbearbale pain took root in his chest, the gentle tugs at his heartstrings now felt like an unbearable pull. As if the woman on the horizon would stop at nothing until his heart was in her hands, crystallised and coated in sweet venom.

As the world fell away around him Felix marched forward, Corin’s shouts of exasperation did not reach his ears: for his focus had shifted entirely. The woman began her approach, although it was slower and more weary once she saw the cloaks they bore proudly across their shoulders.

The memories did not all return, but now seeing her up close brought to mind the most beautiful laugh he had ever heard, pomegranates cracked open and shared, the merry tunes played on the lute as he watched her dance until the break of day. Memories of a promise he never thought he could fulfil also came to mind, and Felix smiled.

It all brought him back to the brief conversation they had shared before he was thrown to the pits, as venom pooled into his eyes he could not contain the chortled laugh that escaped him. With trembling hands he reached out to grasp one of hers for the first time in what felt like an eternity. He would miss her warmth, but he soon found it again in eyes that burned bright as the fires of home. 

“Felix...” “I found it.” “What did you find?” “Elysium.”

[hirmienworld]

"Wasn't it ripped already?" " It could be ripped but it could be fixed too"

[lookitsaworm]

Edward to Bella for the entire of Eclipse:

"Bonk. Go to horny jail."

[leechblades]

okay, little interaction call? like this post if you'd like a one liner starter from shade !

[aro-attorneys]

the Nintendo modding/hacking community is keeping me afloat

[them-bo-dacious]

i want to do a ship bingo... someone will ask me please? 😭

[aworldofyou]

Alright. I’m done being nice about it I’m adding a thing to my rules and my pinned post that I won’t tolerate hate on the TWILIGHT INDIGENOUS canon.

[stormyoceans]

UTTERLY OBSESSED with the image of Mork burying his face into Day's neck and rubbing his little stache all over Day's neck and it making Day feel things so he just asks Mork to do more of it and Mork moving lower to his chest and using his teeth a little because he can't help himself and then moving lower to Day's stomach and hips and even lower... Monica to horny jail we go

I'D BE HONORED TO BE YOUR CELLMATE ANON WHEN I TELL YOU I'VE BEEN OBSESSED WITH THIS SINCE THE VERY FIRST PICTURE WE GOT OF MORK'S UNSHAVED LOOK

LIKE!!!!!!!! i just know day loves the feeling of mork's facial hair against his skin because it makes everything so much more intense, not to mention that the slightly stinging sensation that it leaves behind can stay with him for days and he likes how it always reminds him of mork even when they're not together

it probably starts as something playful: one early morning, while they're just lazing around in bed, mork nuzzles against day's neck and much to his delight day starts giggling. that's how he finds out that day is really ticklish and what started as a cuddling session soon turns into a small battle as day tries to fend off mork's attempts to rub his face on any part of day's body he can reach. there's nothing in the world mork loves more than the sound of day's joyful laugh, but he has to admit that the sudden choked out moan that leaves day's lips when mork drags his chin across the tender spot where day's neck meets his shoulder is a revelation. for a moment neither of them move, then mork leans down again and starts mouthing at that very same spot, making sure that day feels the slight prickle of his mustache against the sensitive skin there. he is rewarded with another moan, day pulling him closer. then, like you said, mork can't resist scraping his teeth and beard down day's chest, laving at day’s nipples only to rub his stubble over them a second later, enjoying the way day arches his back and trembles under him

NOW IMAGINE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN MORK MOVES TO DAY'S THIGHS AND THEN EATS HIM OUT OKAY BYE

[suparhythm]

Up Close with a Crow (Villanelle)

Check out my new poetry. #suparhythm

The sun, a bleeding ember in the bruised violet sky,Cast long, skeletal shadows, painting peace on weary eyes.A sigh escapes, a melody of burdens gently set aside.The air, crisp with the tang of woodsmoke, murmurs secrets on the tide.Pigeons coo, a lullaby in fading light, serenely multiplied.The sun, a bleeding ember in the bruised violet sky.A flicker of coal black cuts the canvas, a crow dips…