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[lu-twilights-pup]

“Do I Have to Avoid Dark Chocolate Now?

A short Twilight fic

Disclaimers:

Mentions of vomit, mentions of dog sickness, general fluff though

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It had been about 6 weeks since he had revealed his secret to his friends and brothers

He could somehow not hear his own thoughts, only his stomach. It refused to acknowledge anything his head had to say.

It had been 2 weeks since everyone began to become completely comfortable with him again, in spite and because of his secret. Relaxing and no longer on edge once it fully clicked that he was still just him.

His stomach lurched again, determined to empty whatever foreign intrusion it thought was left in his body. He didn't think even his stomach was left in his body after heaving for what felt like hours.

It had been 4 hours since he had eaten Wild’s new cherry pie recipe–having never had cherries.

And right now, any anxiety Twilight had been going through about his brothers finding out he was essentially a werewolf—a divine beast, a monster of myth, a thing to be feared in stories told to children—was tossed out the window. Replaced with a new fear of possibly throwing up his skeleton, and a newfound disdain for small red fruits, caked in sugar and pastry.

Warriors held back his hair as a single strand of his bangs stuck to his forehead.

“Are you alright there, rancher?” He winced a bit as he took a peak at the bush he had, at this point , defiled. He scrunched his nose at the smell.

“Yeah.” Twilight sighed shakily. “I think m’ good for now.” He sat back, allowing his body to unclench, and muscles to relax for a moment, hoping to be done.

The sun peeked through the trees of the clearing they had made their camping spot. It dusted the area with light, particles of dust and pollen drift through the air through the sun beams. The gentle breeze shows the foliage around them, cooling the spot and adding to the life of the forest. Any other day, Twilight would have sat for hours admiring the area. Smoking in its peacefulness and simply breathing in the life and magic that pulsed through the forest floor, through his feet and into his heart. But right now, he was simply irritated.

He huffed. “This sucks.” His foolish response earned a chuckle from some of his brothers. Warriors clapped him gently on the back, with a weak smile before getting up, probably to wash his hand in the nearby steam.

“Well at least we know not to buy any more cherries.” Four tried to lighten the mood a bit. Wind sat next to him, nodding along, still focused on his extra portion of pie. “You had no idea you were allergic?” He glanced at the plate in Wind’s hands, then back to Twilight.

“No,” He followed his gaze to the plate, glaring, “Not at’ all. I had neve’ even hearda’ cherries ‘fore now. Little fuckers.” He mumbled.

“Language.” A soft jab, with little bite behind it came from Time.

Wild had managed to hobble over with some bread and water, signing once he put it down. “I’m still really sorry.” it spelled out. His shoulders drooped as he refused to look at Twilight in the face. He softened a little, at least as little as he could with out just completely slumping over.

“S’ alright cub, I didn’ know, s’ no way you coulda.” Wild fussed at this, perking up and furrowing his brows deeply.

“Yes I should have, I mean dogs can’t eat cherries! I would have never given them to Wolfie, I shouldn't have given them to you!” The image of the dark gray wolf came to mind, he too would have probably avoided such things. And perhaps there had been a time when Wild kept the hound away form certain ingredients. But he had though it was simply Becasue he had none to spare.

“I ain’t a dog though!” Twilight debated, “at least, not completely.” He placed his head in his hands as he groaned.

“I mean you technically are. Dog, werewolf, same thing. At least biologically speaking. It makes sense you should be able to eat that stuff! I mean you’re a bit more wolf than man by now.” Legend argue, shrugging a bit.

“Am not!” He snapped, a low grumble sounding in his chest.

“I watched you chew on a stick!”

Twilight’s face flushed. “Was pickin’ my teeth.” He grit out through a clenched jaw.

“Uhuh, riiiight.” Legend smirked.

“Boys!” Time barked out, clearing the chaos. “Whatever the case may be, let just avoid non-dog-safe foods for now. We don't want to take the risk, and there's no telling how toxic they will or won't be. This time might be vomiting, let's not ponder what comes next.”

They all could seem to agree on that. There was only so much they could do, especially on the road to help him if he at something poisonous.

Hyrule pulled out a pen and paper and slowly they began checking off what was and was not safe to be consumed, going through provisions and marking off anything with such ingredients. Away went garlic and onions. As well as grapes a some other smaller fruits. He was rather happy that he didnt have to give up peppers or pumpkin. It was lucky enough that most foods he couldn’t eat, he generally didn’t as they just rarely crossed his path, and he want too bothered by most of the restrictions. Until it wasn’t.

“Wait, you mean t’ tell me I need t’ avoid chocolate!?” Twilight all but squawked, sitting up much too quickly for his still nauseous body. Of all of them, he himself did not have too much of a sweet tooth, but that wasn’t to say he didn't like sweets at all. If there was one guilty pleasure he allowed himself, it was the occasional dark chocolate. Every year Uli made a batch of it for holidays, and an second one came out around his birthday. It was something he hasn't had in quite a while now that he thinks about it—not since his adventure.

He hadn’t been home for his birthday, and Uli had been a sick around the holidays. And as much as he wanted to he had no time to stop by the fancier chocolate shop that was in castle town whenever Zelda had summoned him.

“Absolutely.” Wild stiffened from his spot, sending a pointed look at him. “Chocolate is borderline deadly to dogs. Even a little can make you horridly sick!” Wild hissed as his hands moved.

“But…” Twilight couldn't quite gather his words, face morphing between emotions. “But...it's chocolate!!” He whined like a child. He sounded more like the youngest of the group instead of one of the oldest. His ears drooped to his shoulders, framing his unconscious look of puppy-dog eyes. “How m’ I supposed t’ avoid chocolate?”

“With a steel resolve and our help.” Sky laughed, “I mean it’s just chocolate. How hard can it be? I didn't even know you liked it that much.”

“Easy fer ya to say! Who doesn’ like chocolate?” Twilight furrowed his brows before rubbing his face with his hands. Two hands went up at his question, but he merely glared at them from under his brow until they fell back to their respective sides.

“I can leave cherries be, and I don' care much else for tha’ other stuff, but this?” Twilight made a rapid gesture with his hands.

“Pup , I think you’ll be fine. I’m sure there is something just as good you can have.” Time glazed at Wild as he spoke, the resident chef, hoping he could come up with something–anything.

“Yeah!” Wild was quick to his feet. “There has got to be something that you like more than chocolate, right?”

Twilight stared up at him with a pitied look in his eye. It was almost comical how the man seemed so distraught over such a sweet, half of them didn’t even know he enjoyed.

“Dark chocolate.”

The other heroes erupted into varying fits of laughter at this. Some like Time simply chuckled, while others, like Warriors or Four, attempted to hide their titters behind a hand or clenched jaw.

“Come on Twilight. We’ll find something….eventually.” Warriors patted his back, but he simply depressed into the man’s side, coming to terms with his turmoil with a sigh.

“Fine. But it better be jus’ as good.”

“It’ll be my greatest feat yet, and my best creation yet, you’ll see! It’ll be better than dark chocolate!” He signed, almost too mast for Twilight to read.

“I doubt that.”

“This one won't kill you so it’s proven to be better.”

Twilight just sighed, stifling his own snicker at the whole ordeal. A feat this surely would be.

[breadandblankets]

there's a lot of Jason as a fanfic writer headcanons (which I love) but we're sleeping on the bat that is canonically not just a huge nerd but also a great writer: duke

where's he's at now he doesn't do hobbies he barely does humaning, he's The Signal practically full time, all his fics are on permanent hiatus

theres a better future where he learns to take breaks and has a note on his mega fic like "life ya know?" like No duke we Don't know

[kastheory]

steve did not bully eddie in "the past" steve was a grade below him for 3 out of 4 years of his high school career freshman steve heard this weird loudass sophomore talking w his friends at 100 decibels in the hallway about fighting elves in the woods or something (steve did not know what larping was nor care to find out) and then he went to class bc are you insane hes not fucking w a sophomore you dont normally fuck w people ahead of your grade especially if they yell at people and wear chains and get into fights in the woods (with elves?) and you dont even have classes w them. you dont even care much about them in the first place beyond passing gossip like HAVE YOU GUYS EVER BEEN IN HIGH SCHOOL. sorry. anyway.

then steve keeps catching this guy in his periphery over the next two years shouting about board games and controversial food opinions and metal bands that steve likes a few songs from but could not ever imagine giving that much of a shit about. like at all. and by (steve's) year 3 the motherfucker is bouncing off the walls giving speeches about what the hell ever and saying he cant fucking WAIT to get out of this FUCKED UP PLACE!!!! YEP ITS TRUE IN LESS THAN ONE MEASLY YEAR ILL BE SAYING MY SWEET SWEET GOODBYES TO THIS BRAINLESS CONFORMIST PRISON!!!! and hardly anyone reacts beyond rolling their eyes or snickering to their friends about it and this includes steve because who cares literally who cares. this guys been causing a ruckus since the beginning of time and hes weird and unpredictable and not worth trying to shove in a locker he would probably evade the attack anyway like a nimble mouse or squirrel he might even try to bite you. and steve didnt shove anybody in lockers in the first place so who cares and yeah he has pretty eyes and a funny way of talking and moving around but WHO CARES

and then steve goes through the first round of nightmarish shit that would become a yearly ordeal and then wraps up junior year in a perfectly normal not haunted whatsoever fashion. and then hes a senior and in his subtly cringefail era (ongoing) and that freak guy is STILL HERE for some reason and kinda pissed off and possibly a bit devastated about it so okay great now steve has a few classes with this angry weirdo loudguy but. crucially. he has had a lot of OTHER SHIT to deal with lately (MONSTERS ARE REAL) (GIRL DIED IN HIS POOL) (GF RESENTS HIM) (HAS NO FRIENDS) (COLLEGE APPS) so the only effect eddie's constantly loudmouthed & often unwarranted input during class ever has is that it adds a little flavor to the constant metaphorical and literal headache of steves life.

and then he goes through round 2 of shit and finishes his senior year with little hope for a satisfying future ahead of him and never once thinks about that guy again except when his fellow grads whisper about oh my godd did you hear that the freak flunked out again hahaha and yep sure enough eddie's not there at the graduation ceremony. and he thinks huh i wonder what his fucking problem is and then he MOVES ON. the end. thats the extent of """their past""" at least in terms of any actual interactions btwn the two of them i promise okay listen to me. i was there

[chirpsythismorning]

[loxare]

So I was rewatching the hbomb plagiarism video to get some chill morning embroidery time in and I got to the bit about Radclyff Hall and her book, The Well of Loneliness, about lesbian WW1 ambulance drivers, and the video says all of her books were ordered burned, but I was curious and fam. At least one person hid their copy. It's on Project Gutenberg Australia. So if you want to read about lesbian ambulance drivers in the first world war...

[nocreativityfornames]

I'll just go ahead and say this, since now we're apparently back to our timeline: if any of the brothers dare insult Solomon from here on, my MC will be throwing hands.

[rexwrendraws]

thoughts that make sense to noone but me... if morpheus was kinda inspired by peter murphy,, i see no reason why my daniel facecanon cant be semi-inspired by trent reznor

[where-the-water-flows]

hey like shout out to Jiao Liqiao, I guess, for setting up two? separate?? bases???

like on the one hand, I guess if you are planning to uhhh attic-wife your leader, even as a 'ok so plan z, none of the Seduction™ works, it's misery time', you don't want that set up in the base he is. living in.

(not that Di Feisheng actually spends a fuck of a lot of time in Jinyuan Alliance base 2: Saintess edition, given he gets out of the Jianghu ICU cave and immediately fucks off on a series of insane mid-life crisis errands, then gets amnesia'd and fucks off again with the same mid-life crisis errands But More)

and also, if you are going to set up a creepy sex dungeon trap house with Extra Torture Basement™ to attic wife said boss in, you might as well commit to the bit (which she clearly did per @bbcphile's excellent and also very upsetting meta, the dragging the bed out for display is Incredibly Distressing)

but on the other hand, like, damn girl, I know the real estate market in Xi is apparently great if you're buying cursed manors at least, but also, what the hell, you already have a base you don't need a second base, possibly you could just do a quick reno on that shit given you have literally weeks and Xi's builders apparently work at the speed of light anyway.

[owlsie-hoot]

"Nobody will judge you, Mrs Hall. And if they do, so bloody what!"

[arithechair]

Okay i dont normally plug my youtube channel but i made this tallyhall tribute a few months ago and i worked rlly hard on it but only 41 people even saw it so I'm putting it here in hopes it reaches the target audience this time.....

I never did end up making an actual thumbnail for it

[fideidefenswhore]

the tudors (2007-2010) / wolf hall (2009) / henry viii & the king's men (2020) / eustace chapuys to the emperor (june 1535) / the other boleyn girl (2008) / the downfall and execution of a tudor queen (2023) / eustace chapuys to the emperor (april 1536) / henry viii, stratford festival production (2019) / wolf hall (2009) / elizabeth i & her enemies (2017) / the mirror & the light (2020) / becoming elizabeth (2022) / the mirror & the light (2020) / the tudors (2007-2010) / the mirror & the light (2020) / the tudors (2007-2010)

[lu-twilights-pup]

Yan Time Hc? 👉👈

Ooooo yes-

DISCLAIMERS

Obsessive behavior, obsessive thoughts, Yandere, unhealthy mindset, violence, stalking, suggestive content

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YANDERE! TIME

The first time the two of you met was nothing special, at first, it was an accident

You had bumped into him on the street and he grabbed you before you fell.

You offered a smile and quick ‘thank you’ before continuing

But Time just stood and stared after you, your smile having stitched itself into his mind

The second time was not on acccident

He had to see more of that smile and made it a point to figure out your daily route in hopes of seeing it again, but you didn’t know this yet

Watching from a far, listening and helping as needed

Fixing windows that locked, which was very unsafe,

keeping your spare key because under a rock isnt a very clever hiding spot, its safer with him

But one night he lost track of his watch.

He had heard a cry and scream in the distance, and found a figure being chased by stall children through the night

Killing the things, and saving the figure, he froze as you sat on the ground, tear pouring form your face

And oh no no no no no no

The second he saw that smile peak through the glass tears it was all over

What else was he to do? How could he not keep help this absolute darling of a little lamb

There isnt a single way that that smile was for anyone other than him

You had never looked at anyone like that other than him, and you shouldn’t

His little lamb, such a precious little thing still learning how to walk in the world

A precious little thing you were

You would see more of him after that

You would actually see mainly him after that

He wouldnt let you stray too far from his side

He would tell you anything you asked of him, of his adventures, and quests and magic items and such

You would wish to go with him to see some of these places

After finding out how often you are to travel, especially during the night, no no no you aren’t going anywhere

And he would use that a little bit, after all he knows much more about the cryptic things of Hyrule

A small white lie is worth keeping you all to him self, where you are meant to be

Something about stall children coming back until who ever they chase is dead

A bit morbid, but the look of fear on your face that gripped his heart paled in comparison to the look of hope and need you gave him when he offered to escort you where ever you needed to go

He would drag himself half dead through the lengths of the sacred realm to see it again

You would plead with him that ‘as a hero he must have more important tasks’

But he would reassure you that you were the most important thing to him

You are the only thing that matters to him

The more you traveled, the more he was with you, and soon it wasn’t just in the night

Any chance he gets, he will be by your side, to protect you

To shelter you from those horrible things of the world he told you of

To take in that smile and keep it all to himself

You were all his after all, why would you need to see anyone else?

He would use his imposing size to ensure that

Almost always standing just a bit behind you, giving his best glare to those who interacted with you

He has no issue showing just how much he adores you to others when they are present

A demanding innocent hand on the lower back, a heavy arm around the waist, a dip down to whisper something to you to make sure your attention quickly returned to him.

If he was feeling especially threatened, which he would never be because you were undeniably his and his alone, a small kiss was in order, eyes trained completely on the intruder.

It was a whole different story for those who were less kind and goddesses help anyone who made you cry

He had no issue showing someone out or away from your sight and ‘reminding’ them personally where they stand in reference to you

And never would you see a drop of blood on him, you had no need to worry about such things, you just simply had to be

And if you ever ask him if he had ever killed someone, he would simply chuckle

You would get no answer but a kiss on your head, and silently he would smile, and think ‘for you my lamb, anyone’

He wouldnt let you leave him. Not ever.

If you tried to it would not be very fun sadly.

For a man encased in armor, he was fast and silent.

You wouldnt make it very far into the woods, his woods, before you became lost.

Even the trees knew you to be his, and would guide you back to him, and him back to you.

He would ask of the woods its most heinous creatures, its biggest howls and darkest corners.

And soon, oh so soon, you would come running into his arms.

Glass tears in eyes, look of hope and need plastered across your features

The forest is dangerous little lamb, but dont worry, he is here for you.

He will keep you safe from all of those scary shadows and gangly beasts.

You need nothing more than him. He will keep you to himself, its better that way, its where he knows you belong, lamb.

[anxiouslowercase]

sas rh: let eoin survive the fall au » a tale of two lieutenants (part two)

[dykeseinfeld]

a ransom who looks across the hall at the separate bedroom that his best friend who he's in love with sleeps in and is terrified he's lost his chance and that he's made the wrong decision dragging the past along with him for no reason

[hellafluff]

Currently obsessively thinking about a silent hill from Mary's perspective. Starting in the hospital, the nurses replaced with doctors, faces blacked out except for white shiny gnashing teeth. She only has in her pockets a note written on hotel stationary that says I'm Sorry.

Escaping and meeting a young man, cute and a lil awkward, who says you look a lot like his girlfriend Maria, and shes missing too? Can we look for her together?

Hes... sweet, a bit quiet. He gets very close to Mary often, pushes her boundaries, but this is all weird and strange and maybe hes just scared. When she mentions it, however, he makes a rude remark abt Just Wanting To Help Her but backs off.

They get seperated when the Red Pyramid Thing, unchanged in this version, comes and attacks them both, but chooses to persue him.

Laura is still there, and when Mary and her meet they cling together. She talks about an awful, ugly man she met earlier, and to watch out for him. She helps guide Mary through a maze like area before the Other World sets in and separates them.

The monsters in Mary's Silent Hill are almost all larger then her, and many masculine in appearance. They attack her head, try and choke her. Certain ones cough and gasp, arms thrashing wildly and thrashing on the floor when knocked down. Some seems to have exposed, black lungs that stutter to breathe. If Angela and Eddie are the same in this version, then their boss fights remain the same. The Abstract Daddy just as horrifying to Mary as it is to Angela.

Every reunion with the man, hes different. Less nice, more haunted looking. He starts to call her Maria, and barely acknowledges her if she corrects him. Following his advice leads to darker and more dangerous areas. The Red Pyramid keeps coming and chasing him away, but shes always collateral damage when that happens.

Eventually, she makes it to the hotel. Hes waiting for her in the hotel room, haggard, almost unrecognizable from the man he was when they first met. He has a monologue about how she's been sick, and hes been trying his best to be there for her. She doesnt understand, she doesnt know him, shes NOT Maria! She never will be. She starts coughing.

He makes to leave but at the last second turns, and hes a monster now. Large, fleshy, imposing, always trying to suffocate her under thick hands. Upon his defeat, two Red Pyramids arrive and stab at the dying thing over and over until finally impaling themselves.

There are different endings still. She remembers her disease, and her murder, in most of them. In the best ending she leaves the town with Laura, likely still ill, but alive again. In one of the worst, she wakes up in the trunk of a car, as water begins seeping in.

[wataksampingan]

Episode 13, My In-Laws Are Obsessed With Me