#id have four nickels

[protege-not-protagonist]

Me: *goes to campus*

Elevator: *opens*

Me: *suddenly feels like they're in a cold open of a Matthew Gray Gubler directed episode of criminal minds*

Me: No thanks, I choose life.

[lanternlightss]

sighs

[dailyloopdeloop]

DAY 76: louis wain

[silvrash-797]

Glassbound

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Chapter 6: The Reunion

Four seethed, shouting at their captors and pounding on the glass as he contemplated their predicament.

Trapped in his own bottle, no potions, no bandages, and now his friend and brother lay behind him, barely conscious, broken and bleeding because some selfish soldiers refused to leave them alone.

The Colors had never retained individuality in his mind, but that didn’t stop him associating individual emotions with each Color. Right now, the anger he always associated with Blue was very close to the surface, nearly eclipsing the worry he associated with Red. His tail lashed behind him, and he clenched his fists so hard his sharp nails nearly pierced his palms.

Calm and collected seemed all but impossible to attain right now, but he had to try, for Hyrule's sake.

Four huffed, then breathed deep and held it. He heard his heart pounding in his ears, felt the blood rushing through every part of his body. Mentally, he counted to ten, then slowly blew out the air he’d been holding.

Twice more through the cycle, he finally felt calm enough to think.

He crouched in front of Hyrule, trying to catalog the injuries he saw without disturbing the other Hero.

The bruises around his ankles weren’t bad enough to worry about, and he’d already taken care of the dislocated thumb, though it was bruising pretty badly now, too. He'd somehow managed to obtain another bruise on his left index finger, but a quick, gentle examination of the digit didn’t yield another dislocation, so he left it.

The blood dripping down Hyrule’s face and onto his tunic was concerning. Four followed it to a large lump above his left ear…gentle probing revealed that the bleeding cut wasn’t too wide or deep, thankfully, but Four was unsure if Hyrule had a concussion, and he wasn’t quite ready to rouse him enough to properly check.

Four gently checked under the bandages on Hyrule’s left arm – the slice had stopped bleeding, but there was a large bruise surrounding the wound.

A shadow near Hyrule’s hip caught his attention, and he leaned closer to examine it through the faint glow filling the bottle. Lifting the green tunic, a shallow puncture wound met his gaze. When had Hyrule received that?

The wound bled sluggishly, and in the absence of bandages, Four pulled out Hyrule's brown tunic to place against the cut.

Finally, he turned his attention to the injury he’d been avoiding until all his emotions were balanced. Hyrule's right arm hung limply from its socket – he assumed this had been the cause of all the distressed bells he’d heard as he was trying to escape the soldier. The Traveler’s upper arm was already a mess of purplish bruises from the trauma.

Four took a deep breath, trying to channel as much Vio energy as he could, then gently tapped Hyrule's uninjured cheek. “Rulie, you still with me?” He was glad the Traveler seemed to understand Picori – it was much easier to speak in this form than Hylian was.

The other Hero flinched and groaned, a tiny shimmer of bells following the sound. Hyrule slowly lifted his head, short, sharp breaths escaping as he did.

When Hyrule met his gaze his eyes were unfocused, but to Four's relief his pupils were the same size, and when he leaned subtly side to side, Hyrule's eyes followed smoothly.

“’m here,” the fairy mumbled tiredly. “Don' wanna be…” His eyes fluttered closed.

“Hey, no, Link, stay with me!” Four admonished, slight fear of being left alone in the bottle rising within. “We need to set your shoulder and try to straighten your wings.”

The wind chime effect of Hyrule's sigh would have made Four smile in any other circumstance.

Four settled in front of Hyrule, gently taking his forearm and shoulder into the proper grip. Fortunately, while on their second adventure Vio had read all sorts of useful books, and the knowledge had stuck around when they rejoined as Link again. “It’ll be okay Rulie, just relax,” he said as he carefully pulled down on Hyrule's arm, rotating the forearm as he did.

Hyrule whimpered as the joint dropped into place like a key in a lock, then sighed in relief once Four had checked for full range of motion.

“Thanks, Four.” Hyrule smiled wanly. “My wings don’t feel too bad right now…can I rest, please?”

Four couldn’t tell if it was some sort of Fae magic or imagining Red's puppy dog eyes, but he found himself powerless to refuse. “Sure, buddy. I’ll wake you if anything happens.”

Hyrule immediately curled up on his left side – head cradled in Four's lap due to the limited space inside the bottle – and dropped into slumber faster than anyone Four had ever known, leaving Four alone with his thoughts.

The thick glass and the cork made it nearly impossible to hear what was going on outside. He absently preened his tail and rubbed at the handful of bruises under his fur as he watched the world wobble around them. Eventually, the soldiers joined with their Boss – Rulow, if he’d heard correctly. Voices raised in angry tones reached his ears, but he couldn’t understand the words.

His stomach bottomed out as the bottle was lifted suddenly into the air, and he hissed, curling protectively around Hyrule's still form as a giant eyeball peered at them through the glass. The deep, gravelly tones of the Boss sent vibrations rumbling though the enclosed space, rattling Four's brain.

Suddenly, their bottle was shoved deep inside a pouch on someone's belt; Four did his best to brace Hyrule through the shuddering transfer, until they were rolling smoothly side to side once more.

It was almost pitch dark inside the pouch, the only light coming from Hyrule's faint glow. He hated not being able to see, not knowing what their fate was to be.

Hyrule still slept, peacefully by the look of it, and the rocking gently lulled Four into a doze.

He wasn’t aware of when exactly they stopped, but he was very aware when brazen sunlight pierced their glass prison.

Four winced and hissed as the bottle was withdrawn, curling around Hyrule as they were jostled. A bleary smear of bells that cut off into a pained rattle told him Hyrule was awake.

Their captors set the bottle down onto a hard surface, and Four shook off the disorientation, trying to make sense of where they were.

He saw light brown, concentric arcs under his feet, leading away to what could conceivably be complete circles outside his horizon of vision. Nearby, a solid arc of a darker brown dropped off into nothingness. The edge of a tree stump, maybe?

He looked further out and up, the glass distorting his view.

Tall greens and reds. Trees.

High and wide yellow and blue. Sun and sky.

Nearer, green and red…clothes?

Yellow and blue…hair? And a snake?

No. A scarf.

The Chain! Warriors and Legend, at least.

Quickly, he bent to drag Hyrule further off the bottom of the glass. “I think Warriors and Legend are here!” he hissed excitedly.

“What? Really?”

“Look!!” Four pointed to where a Hylian-shaped smear of red and green was gesticulating wildly, angrily. A nearby smear of green and blue was making calming gestures towards the first.

“That is them! Legend! Warriors!” Hyrule's strident bells nearly deafened Four, but he couldn’t blame him. He was ready to get out of this bottle, too.

Hyrule tried fluttering his wings in his excitement, only to groan and collapse as they seized.

“Oh, Rulie,” Four crouched down next to the fairy. “Let’s get those wings straightened out. We won’t be able to do anything until they work something out with those soldiers.”

“Yeah,” Hyrule panted, “sounds good.”

Four kept one eye on the conversation above them as he painstakingly straightened the delicate membranes of Hyrule's wings, trying not to aggravate the tears. Warriors looked like he was getting upset, too.

The light inside the bottle dimmed suddenly as a large hand wrapped itself around their prison. That was all the warning they received as the bottle was lifted swiftly into the air, pinning Four and Hyrule to each other at the bottom of the glass. Whoever was holding them stopped moving with a jerk; Four found himself weightless for a short eternity before gravity reclaimed its hold, slamming him back down onto the unforgiving floor.

Coughing breathlessly, Four picked himself up, checking himself and Hyrule for any new injuries. He scrambled to the side of the bottle, trying to see what was going on.

The only opening left him a good view of Boss Rulow's smug, malicious grin. Shouting finally echoed through the bottle, but he still couldn’t understand what was being said.

The sunlight returned as the hand disappeared; Four had one brief moment to appreciate the extra light before he processed what it meant.

Freefall.

No matter how many times he’d fallen or jumped from a high place, the weightlessness that tugged at his stomach never got more comfortable, and that was when he had a way to catch himself. Now, terror filled his tiny body as he fell – five and a half feet at Minish size might as well be miles – trapped and utterly helpless, unable to do anything to stop their descent.

He found his terror reflected back from Hyrule's eyes, and the two tiny heroes clasped hands, bracing for the impact that would almost certainly kill them.

The impact came. But it wasn’t hard, shattering, deadly. It was gentle, cushioned, safe.

Heart thrumming in his chest, Four looked around, wondering who had saved them. Callused hands cradled the bottle, hands covered in glittering gold bands. Legend.

A sob tore from Four’s chest, fueled by Red-induced fear and relief. He clung to Hyrule, whose wordless chimes cycled through fear, relief, concern and excitement so fast it was dizzying.

Or maybe you should breathe, his mind helpfully supplied.

Oh.

Four sucked in a deep gulp of air as the cork was gently wiggled free, stumbling to the lip of the bottle as Legend slowly tipped it over.

Four and Hyrule collapsed in the Vet's palm, the forest sounds loud after the oppressive silence inside the bottle.

“Those Din-blasted thugs better hope Wars doesn’t catch them,” Legend was muttering to himself as he looked around the forest. “I cannot believe they had the nerve to just drop you.” His attention turned to Four and Hyrule. “Are you two okay??”

Four simply nodded, still trying to regulate his breathing.

Hyrule chimed agreement as well, but Four had finally gathered himself enough to shove an elbow into the other hero's ribs. “Uhh…” Hyrule amended, “I could use a potion, if you have one.” He gently fanned his wings for emphasis.

“For more than just your wings, by the look of it.” Legend always tried to hide it, but Four knew he cared deeply for all the heroes, and had a special soft spot for his successor. “What did they do to you?”

“Nothing much.” Four spoke in Hylian for Legend's benefit. “They weren’t particularly happy we kept escaping, is all.”

“Oh, is that all?” Legend snarked, teasing heat behind the words. He shook his head as he helped Hyrule with a red potion. “Lucky idiots, both of you.”

Four couldn’t refute that.

Once Hyrule's wings and injuries were healed, Legend helped Four find a Minish portal. With a few words and a trip through a nearby stump, both heroes regained their normal forms.

In a rare show of affection Legend pulled both Four and Hyrule into a hug. “Don’t,” he warned, “do that again, you hear me?”

“We’ll try,” Four said.

“No promises,” Hyrule teased, relief at being reunited shining from his eyes.

Legend growled playfully before releasing them. “Did you at least get some names?”

Four and Hyrule exchanged a look before matching grins spread across their faces. “We did,” Four confirmed.

“Good.” Legend snatched their hands, taking point as he led them out of the forest. The anger in his voice promised pain for anyone who got in his way. “Let’s go grab everyone else. We have a castle call to make.”

[butch-chastity]

I know we joke a lot about how x major property is a homestuck fanfic or y major property is a star wars fanfic but I think people underestimate how many properties are sailor moon fanfics

[u5an5]

A: Can you tell me what’s written on this paper? B: Uh... It’s a guy. A: No, see... that’s the picture. I asked you SPECIFICALLY to tell me what was written on it. B: I don’t speak corn. ... A: Oh, so now you're a funny guy, huh?

⁽ᵖⁱᶜᵗᵘʳᵉ ⁱⁿ ᑫᵘᵉˢᵗⁱᵒⁿ⁾

[jadeyharls]

if i had a nickel for every time i forgot i could use space powers to do basic tasks i would have a lot of nickels

they also wouldnt really be worth anything because we dont have a actual system for currency on my planet

[sexcromancy]

my tolerance for discussing my own crushes on others is essentially non-existent, I truly would not even know where to start, but it is one of my favorite things in the world to be the recipient of crush news bulletins and updates from friends with crushes. I specifically love when my friend has a crush on someone else we are both friends with, so that when we are all hanging out, I get to have secret knowledge about the little strange idiosyncrasies of the crushee that are driving the crusher wild, and I can do a little eyebrow waggle, or similar. such delight.

[spacephobos]

:3n nya

[genderqueer-karma]

MY MORHER KEEPS TEXTING ME WHILE IM WATCHING WEIRD SHIT

[dihalect]

when a fictional character gets brain damage

[betweenlands]

why you should vote herobrine in every single Tumblr Sexyman poll

he's one of the originals: look, a lot of these upstarts are new to the party. they may be sexy and they may be men, but they lack legacy. not so with herobrine. herobrine's been around. he's been around before sans. he's been around before bill cipher. he's one of the original originals alongside the onceler himself. know your herstory etc etc

he fits more of the criteria: look. i love benrey, i love reigen arataka, i love raymond animalcrossing. but look me in the eyes and tell me: is there a significant portion of people who ship them with themselves? once upon a time that used to be a requirement. and guess who does fit that requirement? that's right. herobrine. i mean, yeah, there's also herosteve i guess, but i was there back in the mid-2010s! i know what i saw! even to this day people will make new herobrine variant ocs! and guess what! sometimes they smooch!

he's a trailblazer: i think quite possibly one of the few more influential video game creepypastas you could cite would be BEN Drowned, but with all my respects -- he does not have the advantage of being in one of the longest-living games of the decade. herobrine, meanwhile? herobrine comes from the same time as first-era MCYT, and no matter how you feel about the phrase "MCYT" as a whole, you should know that interpretive roleplay and storytelling in the confines of video games is very, very cool and very, very important. and the first villain of every 13-year-old's minecraft roleplay? if it wasn't herobrine, he almost certainly made an impact elsewhere.

he's been through a lot: if i had a nickel for every time i saw whitewashed herobrine i would probably be a millionaire. despite being blocks he gets drawn as a stereotypical muscleman (twig herobrines get a pass they have a je ne sais quoi about them). his alive half-brother is a total asshole. people hate him on instinct because some famous jackass or another happens to play the game he's originated from. he's gotten banned from minecraft at least 10 separate times. he doesn't deserve this. he's just really been through the ringer and he really deserves this win.

i love your other guys. i do. except one or two of them but i don't want those guys anywhere near my blog so i'm not naming those fuckers. but for the most part i love like 90% of them and if it were up to me they'd all be given titles for their individual contributions to sexymandom.

but c'mon, y'all, it's herobrine minecraft. someone changed four pixels on the original steve skin and made a complete and utter legend and we can't just let that go unaccoladed forever.

[ID: an image of Herobrine's skin at a 3/4ths angle facing right. /End ID.]

the universe loves you very much, be gay do minecraft and vote herobrine.

[ty-bayonet-betteridge]

if i had a nickel for every character who saw himself as an inherently destructive force in the lives of others whose first name was a four-letter monosyllable and whose last name was seven letters two syllables whose character was defined by his relationship to other time-displaced versions of himself as a result of his participation in an unexpectedly violent game and who constantly riffs to bring levity to situations that dont call for it then BROTHER id have two nickels etc.

[gremlin-1021]

If I had a nickel for everytime I simped for a blonde haired boy...id have four nickels! Which isn't a lot but it's weird it's happened that many times

[lord-shitbox]

dont repost || if i had a nickel for every time I randomly wrote a standup comedy bit for a character I like i would have 2 nickels

the voice in his head is Ocudeus. he wants more vulnerable people to exploit into the hivemind

so yeah I doodled this like FOUR months ago & thought id get around to properly digitizing and redrawing it but i won't. so just take it

[gringolet]

hello why is arthur the less such a minor character who only appears in the post-vulgate or whatever nobody talks about him i'm going insane

if i had a nickel for ever b tier son of arthur that only exists in one texts id have like four nickels and honestly thats too many to care about all of them. im glad he makes you happy but frankly i can get a b tier arthur bastard without having to slog through the post vulgate the risk reward is simply not tempting