#i swear i love these boys!

[shade-pup-cub]

I was going to post this tomorrow, but I saw @kikker-oma (hope you don't mind that I tagged you) Day 5: Pin Cushion and I got too excited to not post this. I hadn't seen anyone on Tumblr put "A Link to the Past" and LU together, so yes I couldn't wait! GO LOOK AT THEIR ART! It is always 🤌🤌🤌

This is from Chapter 16: "A Deity's Son"

Content Warning: Slight blood and death

Notes: FD = Dametrius and he has promised Sky in the previous chapter that he would gather all the others as each Link passed, so no hero would die alone.

It had been two more years since Sky’s passing. Each era held their own ceremony in remembrance of him. It hurt, but it was part of life and they honored him by keeping his name alive.

Dametrius did not think he would have to go through another similar situation, but there he was, helping Freya with an apple pie when it happened. He was thankful that he was the one holding the knife and Freya was working the dough. Shadow appeared out of nowhere, startling the two in the kitchen. Dametrius cursed under his breath before saying, “Shadow, how the hell did you get here?”

“Long story, but I remembered the promise you made to Sky all those years ago and-” He choked on his emotions, red eyes brimming with large tears. “-It’s Li-Four. I tried to help him, to save him, but the magic was too strong.”

Shadow sagged, nearly collapsing. “Hey, whoa, sit down first.”

“I’m his shadow. He dies, I die. But he’s split right now and each part of him is in a different room in the temple. He has been corrupted by that place for an unknown amount of year, decades, maybe even centuries.”

Dametrius knelt in front of Shadow as he sat. "How did this happen and where is he?"

"He wanted to return the Four Swords to the temple, hoping that it would turn him back into one mind, one body. It did the opposite and I tried everything to keep the dark magic out of him. There is another hero in the temple and each color of Four is a boss he has to beat. We don't have much time…" Shadow was getting weak, signs of Four dying. "I didn't get a chance to see who it was."

Freya kissed her husband, then Shadow's cheek, shooing them away. They left in a rush.

Dametrius snagged each hero from their era with no issues outside of making them jump eras too quickly. Three of them (Twi, Wind and Hyrule) were sick.

"What exactly are we walking into?" Wars asked, hand on the hilt of his sword that laid on his back.

"You won't need that." Shadow assured. He stumbled and crashed to his knees. "N-no…Link…"

There were running footsteps, making the others duck behind a few pillars to not be seen. Dametrius looked over and caught a glimpse of Legend. He was curled in on himself, white as a sheet. Dametrius kicked himself for not remembering-

The footsteps were now joined by a sniffling sound. A young hero emerged from the Temple of the Four Swords, sword covered in blood. This hero was no older than eleven and it all came crashing down from there once he was out of sight. Everyone nearly stopped breathing, then they all looked at Legend, who was on his hands and knees, ready to vomit.

Legend was the hero that just…

"You bastard!! You knew!!" Shadow went to attack the Vet. "You knew you were the one that killed him this whole time and you didn't say anything! I hate you! I hate you Legend!!"

Before Shadow could get his hands on Legend, Time grabbed a hold of him. "We need to get to Four, everything else can wait." Legend flinched at the words. They weren't meant to be rude or suggest anything, but it didn't change how the hero tensed up.

They hurried through the temple, all doors and gates were wide open, not an enemy in sight. In the last room was the pedestal holding the sword Four always carried. Laying next to it was Four, hardly moving.

Shadow got to him first, placing Four's upper body in his lap. "Four, Link, can you hear me?"

The small hero was holding a stab wound right below his chest. "Shadow? I-I'm sorry. I thought it would work."

"Hey, it's okay. We're okay. Look who's here now."

Four's eyes slowly looked to the heroes. A bloody smile was given. "You all made it."

"Of course we did, we had a promise to keep." Wind grabbed the hand Four stuck out to him, clasping it tightly.

Dametrius watched carefully as Four found Legend in the group. "Legend?" Legend looked up, already having tears slip from his red eyes. "It's okay, this wasn't your fault."

"How can y-you say that Four? I just murdered you, for what, a quest? You should hate me like Shadow does."

"But I don't hate you, I never could. You set me free from my stupid mistake."

"I thought…" Legend started to break. "I thought that somehow our quest would have changed your future, changing my past. I wanted to tell you, so many times I was going to.”

Four reached for the Vet, “Unfortunately that’s not how time works and you telling me would have changed things in a way that may have made things worse for you. Maybe you wouldn't have ever lived past here.” Four with all the strength he had left, yanked Legend down and embraced him. “It’s not your fault, none of this is or was.”

Legend’s shoulders shook with his cries.

A bird chirped, capturing their attention. A Cardinal. “Guy’s look.” Hyrule pointed to the bird as it flew down next to Four and Shadow.

It chirped again, landed on Four’s chest, then nudged his chin. “S-Sky?” The bright red bird opened its wings and gave a flap. “You look good as a bird.” That caused the others to chuckle.

When he started coughing, fluid filling his lungs, Four asked for a request. “Bury me some place warmed by the sun, please. I don’t want to rest here forever.” They all nodded and wiped the tears and snot from their faces. “We will all be together again some day. Until then, go do something stupid and live a little.”

Shadow laughed around a sob. “They are heroes, of course they are going to do something stupid.”

Four intertwined his fingers with Shadow’s. “You r-read-dy?”

“Yeah… yeah I’m ready if you are.” He moved the blond strands out of the other's face.

“I am.”

Shadow laid on his side next to him, Four partly propped up against him, both holding each other close. These two were inseparable, even in death. And death didn’t wait long. Four choked and coughed, blood coating his mouth and falling out of it as his eyes drifted closed. His body, along with Shadow’s, ceased all movement.

Legend was the first to openly grieve, bringing his knees to his chest, rocking back and forth. Hyrule wrapped his arms around him, followed by Wind and Wars.

In the midst of their grieving, laughter bubbled up, but not from the living. Two figures, not fully translucid though not fully formed, stood above the dead. Four, green tunic and cap, was hugging Shadow. They looked to be around fourteen, maybe fifteen. The heroes watched as the Cardinal, Sky, trilled at the two spirits. Without a word spoken the two shrugged, took each other's hands and raced after the bird with laughter still erupting from them.

“Why didn’t we see Sky’s soul?” Wild asked, looking at his father.

“Knowing Sky, he probably went straight to Sun’s side up in the clouds.”

“Love bird.” Twilight rubbed his face dry.

Legend, Wind, Hyrule and Wild cleaned Four and Shadow’s body as best as they could, while Dametrius, Time, Twi and Wars found the place for them to rest. They found a spot on top of a hill, where the sun would always be touching it. The four… the men dug a single grave six feet deep, three feet wide, five feet long. It was more narrow than it probably should have been and longer than needed. The number that matched the hero was avoided as much as they could.

The others emerged from the temple, Wild carrying Shadow as Legend carried Four. Time and Twi dropped back into the hole so the forever loved and missed hero and his best friend could be laid in the ground. They were laid with their arms hooked, heads tilted towards each other and a blanket that Wild had in his slate placed over them. Everyone stood at a different section of dirt and pushed it back in the hole to officially say goodbye to their smallest brother.

Before departing from that era for the last time, Time looked at Dametrius with sorrow filled eyes. He knew, they both knew.

“I’m next.”

[lovetositinsilence]

a moment for themselves

[grezzirossi]

My Bg3 Party with the cutest barbarian and 3 pathetic guys.

[lemeduartes]

Something about Rooster admiring so much his parents relationship and aspiring to have a love so beautiful as theirs, sweet and romantic and truly a fairy tale that would warm his heart forever

And ending up with the asshole who can't be nice to save his own live, that chews on a toothpick 24/7 and makes his life a living hell for the fun of it while looking so smug NARCISSUS HIMSELF would be jealous

He wanted a love like his parents had, and he got it! Unfortunately he had 2 set of parents and the love he ended up having was similar to the WRONG ONE

[inkskinned]

one of the things about being an educator is that you hear what parents want their kids to be able to do a lot. they want their kid to be an astronaut or a ballerina or a politician. they want them to get off that damn phone. be better about socializing. stop spending so much time indoors. learn to control their own temper. to just "fucking listen", which means to be obedient.

one of the things i learned in my pedagogy classes is that it's almost always easier to roleplay how you want someone to act. it's almost always easier to explain why a rule exists, rather than simply setting the rule and demanding adherence.

i want my kids to be kind. i want them to ask me what book they should read next, and i want to read that book with them so we can discuss it. i want my kid to be able to tell me hey that hurt my feelings without worrying i'll punish them. i want my kid to be proud of small things and come running up to me to tell me about them. i want them to say "nah, i get why this rule exists, but i get to hate it" and know that i don't need them to be grateful-for-the-roof-overhead while washing the dishes. i want them to teach me things. i want them to say - this isn't safe. i'm calling my mom and getting out of this. i want them to hear me apologize when i do fuck up; and i want them to want to come home.

the other day a parent was telling me she didn't understand why her kid "just got so angry." this woman had flown off the handle at me.

my dad - traditional catholic that he is - resents my sentiment of "gentle parenting". he says they'll grow up spoiled, horrible, pretentious. granola, he spits.

i am going to be kind to them. i am going to set the example, i think. and whatever they choose become in the meantime - i'm going to love them for it.

[livrere-green]

the fact that charles was so gentle and sincere with his answer to edwin's confession is something I could never forget... because that's what love is about, right?

love is in the way charles could never hurt edwin on purpose, is in the way he protects him, in the way he knows when edwin needs to be seen; love is in the choice of every one of his words, in the way he knows that being honest is the only right answer.

there's still forever waiting for them, there's still forever waiting for charles to figure it out, to discover if he loves edwin in a romantic way too, and it doesn't matter if is not romantic in the end, because that it's just a side of the love they share.

i think is so important not to overlook something like that, not to let that pending romance overshadow the fact that they already love each other in every other way.

because in the end, we are talking about two boys that have experienced excruciating pain, that have seen horrifying things during all their existences, and in spite of it, or maybe because of it, are capable of loving each other in a way that's so pure and strong and relentless...

reducing the importance of it to a reciprocated romantic love seems so simplistic and inconsiderate to me.

[legobiwan]

"First, let's get something out of the way: a human's ability to grasp reality is painfully limited. You don't even have free will! Don't believe me? Okay, rip a dollar in half right now. Didn't do it? Didn't think so!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~

"PS: Look what I just ripped in half! Suck it!"

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I love Stan so, so much for this.

[wolfiesmoon]

Lockscreen background

Malleus x gn!reader

i seem to have a thing for characters who are clueless abt technology hahaha, this takes place before we actually find out his real name btw

(also i apologise if malleus is ooc in any way i'm still in the early books of the game😭)

"Hello." You heard a voice behind you as you exited the classroom. You turned around to find... uh, Hornton, was it? You still can't get over the stupid nickname that Grim picked, but he seems completely okay with you calling him that, so you keep doing it.

What could he possibly want with you?

"Uhh, hi...!" you greeted him back awkwardly.

"I have a somewhat trivial yet important matter I need help with." He opened and you tilted your head slightly. Now your interest is piqued.

"Let's go somewhere more... private." he suggested at your confused expression. You nodded slowly. Though this whole conversation is strange so far, he looks anything but malicious. And knowing him, he never is.

The two of you went to a more secluded part of the school and as soon as you got there, he pulled something out from his pocket, handing it to you. It looked to be a brand new phone.

"Could you help me with this object? I have no idea how to use it and you are the only one I can approach about this." he looked a little worried.

"Sure, what do you need help with?" you offered and his expression softened slightly.

"Turning it on, for starters."

A silence fills the room.

"Ahahahaha, oh jeez... I'm- I'm sorry- hahahaha...!" You couldn't help but laugh. He didn't even know how to turn it on?

Needless to say, he was not amused by your laughter. "If you will laugh at me, I will not be needing your help anymore." He crossed his arms.

"No- No- I'm sorry, I really am." You had to hold back a few giggles. "I'll help- I'll help you, you just shocked me with how little you know about a.. p-phone." He suddenly seemed like a 90 year old grandpa who bought a phone to talk to his grandkids and didn't know the first thing about it. What a funny mental image.

"You're talking strangely." He commented, and you quickly turned the phone in his direction before he could question your attempts at stifling a laugh.

"Here, see this button? You press it and the phone turns on, like this." You demonstrated, and his face lit up.

"I see. But, the salesperson informed me that this phone is unlockable by something called 'Face ID' as well. Do you know what that is by any chance?" The genuine interest in his voice was actually kind of cute.

"Don't worry about all that. Actually, why are you buying a phone only now?" You thought it was strange. If he was this clueless about technology, why buy a modern cellphone all of a sudden?

"During class, some of my classmates were discussing about these so called phones. They talked about something called a 'magicam'. And I... became curious." the little pause at the third sentence made you think that might just not be the full truth. But you have no reason to be suspicious or question him on it, so you just told yourself to forget about it.

"Magicam might be a little too... advanced for you right now. Here, let's start by exchanging contacts." You showed him the 'contacts' app, opening it and inputting your number and your name.

You handed the phone back to him. "Here, now press this green button on the bottom left and you'll call me." he did as you instructed and your phone started vibrating in your pocket. You pulled it out, answering the call.

"Hello!" you said cheerfully.

"I can... hear you twice. Is there magic imbued within a phone?" his eyes were widened slightly, even more so when he heard his own voice from your phone.

"You silly goose, we only hear eachother twice because we're standing right next to eachother. Stay here and place the phone next to your ear, okay?" you smiled at him, walking away.

"I am not silly and I am certainly not a goose. I thought it was obvious enough by taking once glance at me."

"It's not an insult, Hornton. It's like a silly little thing you say to someone when they say something, well, silly." you smile, now completely out of his line of sight and standing in a different room.

After a few moments of silence, he spoke again "I can still hear your voice."

"Yup, that's what a phone is, in essence. Nowadays we use it for a lot of things, but basically, you can call people on it and you'll hear their voice and talk to them, no matter how far away from you they are. Isn't that cool?"

"How very fascinating." you could hear his amusement through the phone.

"Oh, I just have one more thing to do! I'll come back in a moment!" you ended the call, running back to where you were before.

"I got suprised for a moment. The phone made a strange noise and I couldn't hear you anymore." he cleared his throat. He must have panicked a bit when you hung up. How cute. "Calling someone is definitely much more convenient than sending them a letter."

You just realised that he's probably been sending physical, handwritten letters to everyone up until this point which makes him even more charmingly old-timey in your eyes. How funny is that?

"Give the phone here for a moment." you requested and when he did so, you opened the camera app and turned it towards the two of you to take a selfie. You could see him inspect himself through the phone.

"I see, so it functions as a mirror, too. What a marvel."

"Well, do I have news for you. This is the camera app, and we're going to take a photo together. Now smile!" you nudged him slightly and he smiled very awkwardly and unnaturally. Oh well, you'll take it.

You snapped the photo, setting it as his lockscreen.

"Here, now you have a photo of me and you as your background!" he took the phone back, staring at your face on the screen.

"I actually have something I have to be doing right now, so I'll continue teaching you about phones later! Call me if you need anything! Oh, and I'll save your number too, don't worry!" You waved to him, running down the hallway.

"Goodbye." he said back, immediately looking back down at your picture with him. Your face is truly precious in it. He is very glad to be in possession of a photo of you.

He knew you were the right person to ask.

.

The reason he decided to buy a phone was that he felt sad because he couldn't talk to anyone without a disconnect. Ignoring the fact that most of his classmates are afraid of him, they wouldn't be able to find common ground in hobbies and conversation topics regardless.

So he thought that maybe he could start by getting a phone upon hearing students discuss phone cases and the like. Surely, understanding what the masses currently enjoy would make him more approachable.

He is eternally thankful to you for helping him out.

You're very welcoming to him and that makes him indescribably happy. One day he'll repay you with all the things you could ever want. He has the abilities to do that, after all.

Maybe he should give you something as a thank you next time you meet, actually. What did you say you enjoyed again?

That's what he thought about as he looked at his lockscreen on his bed that night. If only you saw the way he smiled at your photo.

[dysfunctional-doodle]

Me: *is very very busy with work*

Also me: my boys must be drawn

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[olympushit]

I just read an article that said Ares was the most pathetic greek god.

Let me get that straight.

Ares was the only male greek god that never raped or sexually assaulted any woman in his immortal life.

Ares was the patron god of the Amazons. A feminist community of female warriors was protected by him. Amazons were his loyal daughters.

Ares slew his daughter's rapist and was tried before all of the other gods for homicide.

Ares was the only male greek god that never viewed Aphrodite as a temporary lover, he respected her and loved her for who she was.

Zeus called Ares a double-faced liar just because he didn't agree with his nature and allowed Athena to hurt him.

Ares forgave Cadmos for slewing his child and married him off to hid daughter Harmonia.

Ares freed Thanatos from the chains Sisyphus put him.

Ares was the first god to protect Olympus from Otus and Ephialtes, but when he was trapped by them no other god went to free him.

According to Nonus in Dionysiaca, Ares allows Deimos and Phobos to help Zeus defeat Typhon.

Ares was the god of masculinity, civil order and a fighter for righteousness, referred as the Ally of Themis.

He always stepped in to help his children. He even went as far to disobey Zeus so that he could save his children from danger.

And Ares is pathetic! Like really?

The only argument of his "pathetic" nature was because he lost to Athena. A war isn't meant to always be won. There are the winners and the defeated. He may have been defeated in war but in his life he was a winner, because he faught for what he loved the most with insane ferocity!

Be for fucking real guys!

[seance]

EDWIN and CHARLES in THE CASE OF THE VERY LONG STAIRWAY

[kagamikoi]

"You are a mystery, Ezio Auditore"

[sweeteastart]

Jack Frost

[they-pevensie-me-rollin]

Edmund Pevensie in the Prince Caspian movie:

Cool, suave, sassy, teenage heartthrob material

Edmund Pevensie in the Prince Caspian book:

Literally eats dirt

[sadisthetic]

melt

[mail-me-a-snail]

tune in next time for more of the game samer im snail reich and that sounds pretty good to me!