#mute!cross

[zu-is-here]

Did Night and the rest of the band forgive the killer and listen to him? Kross!

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[andr0nap-wf]

doggoframe 1999: the protopuppers

[kimdokjas]

If you're not here, then how are you always with me? If I'm not here, then how am I not there with you? — One of Us, Paruyr Sevak (tr. metamorphesque)

happy belated birthday, tay ♡ @misakarose [insp.]

[nordsea-horizons]

all islands can be halloween islands with the right amount of fog🎃☁️☁️

[royalarchivist]

After completing the Nether minigame, a short video plays showing some of the last things the Eggs did before they disappeared.

[Muted the irrelevant cross-talk because it was loud and distracting.]

[tinfoil-jones]

Gravity Falls: For Your Own Good, Ch. 3

Summary: A few years after moving to Gravity Falls and having his lab built, Stanford Pines happens upon his estranged twin brother, Stanley. He mentally prepared himself to be suffocated by his brothers neediness all over again - what he wasn't prepared for was Stanley walking right past him like he didn't even notice him.

Rating: M for language, violence, and adult implications

Preface: Dialogue only, but some actions will be annotated for clarity. Cross-Posted on AO3 Here

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CH.3

RING 

RING

CLICK

“Hello, Fiddleford Hadron McGucket speaking-”

“Fiddleford you did your minor in Neuropsychology, didn't you? As in, the psychology branch that specializes in memory?”

"....Why hello to you too, Stanford Pines. How are you? Fine? I’m also doing fine. I’m pleased as punch that you finally learned some social etiquette in the two years since we've spoken to each other.”

“My apologies, Fiddleford. There’s an urgent matter at hand, and it’s out of my depth.”

“Well butter me up and call me a biscuit; you, admitting something is out of your depth? You’ve got my attention. Yes, I minor’d in Neuropsych, whatever would you need that for?”

“I need your help with a memory crisis in Gravity Falls... I can't explain it over the phone, I need to show this to you.”

“You're killing me Stanford... But I'll be down in a day or two.”

“I’m going to warn you in advance; this is going to be an... odd case I'm going to show you.”

“I may not be in the field of cryptozoology, but I’ve seen some things, Stanford. Whatever it is I'm sure I'll understand.

---

"There's nothing about this that I understand nor condone."

"Hey PhD, who's the white coat? Didn't think you could be friends with such a babe."

*Ford presses the mute button on the cell*

“Mighty forward, that one. Is this another shifter?”

"He isn't a shapeshifter or a clone; this is my twin brother, Stanley."

“You never mentioned-.”

“We had a falling out, but that's not important right now. What is important is that he doesn't remember his past- he doesn't remember me, our family, none of it. It's like his slate has been wiped clean, and all he knows is how to be a grifting malefactor.”

"So you... convinced him to go into a containment cell in your lab?"

“Convince is… certainly a word.”

“What did you do?”

"He needed treatment and evaluation, but he was being difficult; I did what I had to do."

"Stanford, brother or not you are holding this man here against his will. This is illegal and unethical. What if he reports you to the authorities for kidnapping?"

"My brother would sooner chew up and swallow a gold chain before he went to the authorities for anything. Once I find a way to jog his memory, he won't have a reason to report me."

“And you want me to be an accessory to your crimes?”

“Think of it as a project. You can study the psyche of someone with amnesia in real time.”

“Stanford. I majored in engineering.”

“Don’t you want your Neuropsychology minor to become another major? It’s about time you got your double-doctorate.”

“...I will help you.”

“Than-.”

“On the condition that you treat your… brother, as humanely as possible given the circumstances” 

“Fiddleford, what do you take me for? Some kind of monster?”

“You are holding someone captive in your basement.”

To be continued...

[pnfc]

somethin about doof respecting/prioritizing perry's eminent masculinity when he makes him a servant vs doof himself by his admission/preference being more of a feminine maid type with the aprons and the whathaveyou. uh its cute

[yasmimmingodub]

Dublagem/Dubbing

I'm br, yes, I speak Portuguese soon I'll bring video speaking English because I'm still learning to speak, my English is very bad, but I dubbed zu's comic, thank you very much for giving me permission to dub this comic and I put your @ in the disgreasing of the video

Eu sou br, sim, eu falo portugues em breve vou trazer video falando ingles pois eu ainda to aprendendo a falar, meu ingles ta bem ruim, mais eu dublei a comic da zu, muito obrigado por ter me dado permissão pra dublar essa comic e coloquei seu @ na desgrição do vidéo

Comic Belongs to @zu-is-here

[orange-artblog]

i played with colouring backgrounds a little bittle

cross by jakei / dream by joku

[fangomango]

They're in love (you don't know the lore like I do (I also don't know the lore))

[zu-is-here]

in rock band, dust do I accept the killer's apology?

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[a-sin-to-be-rin]

When Shadow Meets Light

Midna knows very little about the Light world. She knows that it’s warm, almost insufferably so. She knows her eyes hurt if she stays there for too long. And she knows that any attack from a being of the Twilight would be devastating to a being of the Light. But she’s never known much more than that. She never needed to.

Until today. The Twilight is indeed devastating to her human, and she has no idea how to fix it.

---

Midna hates the Light world. She hates, hates, hates it with a passion. The Light is too bright, too hot, too intolerable on her skin. She’s relegated to shadows, restricted by the position of the sun.

So Midna knows how difficult - perhaps impossible - it is for a creature of the Twilight to live in the Light. She certainly can’t.

So it really can’t be her fault when she assumes that the monster that bites Link is simply a Deku Baba.

The monster jumps out from behind, catching Link off-guard. It clamps its jaws around Link’s sword arm. Gasping, Link grabs the sword in his right hand and slashes the demon plant’s stem. He pries it off and runs it through once more, just to be safe, but the damage has been done.

“Careful,” Midna warns. “Remember what happened last time?”

Link gives her a flat look, clearly uninterested in discussing the last time he was bitten by a Deku Baba.

“I told you it was venomous,” Midna says anyway. “But nooo. We aren’t going to waste a potion on that.”

Link sighs. Twists his lips. Glares at Midna for a minute. Then, resigned, Link digs a potion from his belt. He locks eyes with Midna while slowly, pointedly popping the cork from the bottle and downing the whole thing.

“Yes, very good,” Midna snipes. “You learned how to follow directions. Amazing.”

Rather than give her attitude, Link drops the bottle back in his pouch and brushes the monster plant goop from his arm.

And then they carry on. Link fights his way through the rest of the Forest Temple. Midna provides helpful hints and hilarious commentary. (Link seems to ignore her, but Midna tries not to take it personally. The guy clearly doesn’t understand comedy at all.)

Truly, nothing out of the ordinary happens until Link is saddled on Epona and headed for Hyrule Field. It’s subtle, the difference, but Midna notices it immediately.

“Link, what-?”

But Link must notice it too. He pulls on the reins, and Epona slows to a trot. He blinks a few times, but it does nothing to fix the paleness of his skin or the sweat running down his temples.

“Why are we slowing down?”

Link shakes his head. Reaches over to massage his left arm. He’s confused, and honestly? Midna is too.

“Did that giant plant guy get you? Or… Or did the monkey give you fleas or something?”

Another head shake, though Link brings Epona to a stop. Then he removes his left bracer and rolls up his sleeve.

And then Midna sees it. If she had a particularly strong bond to Link, she might feel scared. As it is, she’s just left curious.

Link’s arm reeks of death. Spiderwebs of darkness bloom in a crescent shape, lining up exactly with where the Deku Baba’s bite mark would have been.

“What is that?” Though Midna is pretty sure she already knows.

Link looks over at her. One eyebrow is arched in confusion. His eyes flick to his arm and then back to her again. He’s asking her.

“It’s not Twilight.” She’s certain of that. “But it’s obviously from the Deku Baba. Maybe it was actually a Shadow Baba? I don’t know how a Twilight creature could survive like that, but I’m not sure what else it could be.”

There’s a nod in agreement, though it’s not particularly enthusiastic. Midna doesn’t have to ask to know his next question.

“I’m not sure what could fix it, though. I’ve never seen a Light creature survive an attack from the Twilight.”

Link sniffs, turning away and grunting, digging his heels into Epona’s sides. The horse continues its easy trot forward.

“What, so you’re just going to leave it?”

He shakes his head. Points to the west.

“What is that? Your village?”

A sharp nod. But instead of raising his head at the end of the nod, like anyone else would, Link’s chin drops to his chest. He slumps in the saddle and topples over the side. There’s the stupendous crash of sword against shield as Link slams into the ground. Startled, the horse whinnies, taking off in a gallop. With its shadow gone, Midna has to rush to Link’s significantly smaller shadow.

“Wake up!” she yells. How is she supposed to find the fused shadows if her ride there is sleeping on the ground? “C’mon, you stupid, stupid wolf!”

She has no hands to shake him. No feet to walk herself away. She’s stuck in Link’s crumpled shadow.

“Link!” she shouts, thinking his name might rouse him. But his eyes are screwed shut, breathing halting and uneven. He’s paler than before, and it doesn’t look like he’s waking up any time soon.

Bold of Midna to assume anything about the guy, though. He’s dragging his eyelids open with his next breath, eyes hazy and confused.

“Ugh, don’t do that, you idiot,” Midna grouses. Because this really is Link’s fault. He shouldn’t have been distracted. That Shadow Baba shouldn’t have even gotten close enough to bite. “C’mon, use a potion or a fairy or something.”

Link’s good arm pats his belt, but all he finds are a few empty bottles.

“Well, I don’t know, can’t you just lick the inside of an old potion bottle? There’ve gotta be a few drops left in there.” Midna really is grasping at straws here.

Link appears to consider it. He turns a bottle in his hand before it slips from his grasp, his eyelids fluttering shut.

“Oh no you don’t.” Midna should be worried. But she doesn’t even know Link. No, she’s not concerned. She’s livid. “You wake up right now, you useless wolf! I am not going to just sit here and watch you die, do you hear me? If someone else comes along, I will abandon you!”

And then there’s a far-off shout. “Link!”

Midna freezes. Disappears completely within his shadow. With luck, whoever is looking for Link will find him. With extra luck, they’ll be able to fix him, and he’ll be back to finding fused shadows in an hour.

It takes a long time for the owner of the voice to finally stumble upon the glade. Midna had no idea voices could travel so far. That, or she had no idea humans could move so slowly.

“Link!” A man in strange, layered clothing hops off of Epona, rushes up, and kneels beside Link. “Hey! Wake up!”

Good luck, Midna thinks bitterly. He obviously doesn’t know what that means.

But apparently, Link does, in fact, know what “wake up” means. Because he’s groaning and reaching out for the stranger.

“It’s alright,” the man soothes, noticing Link’s injured arm and studying it with a thoughtful frown. “It’s alright. Can you stand?” Cautiously, he sits Link up and pulls Link’s good arm over his shoulders. They stand with a grunt from the man and a whine from Link. “Attaboy,” the man encourages. “Just to Epona, okay?” They hobble along, with the man doing far more legwork than Link, and Midna is forced to creep along at their excruciating pace.

“There you go. You’ve got it. Nearly there.” The man’s reassurances are endless and gentle. Part of Midna hates Link for getting himself into this mess. A bigger part of her hates him for having someone to get him out of the mess. Someone who seems to truly, genuinely care.

Midna hasn’t felt something like that. Not in a very, very long time.

“Okay, real easy now,” the man says upon arriving at the horse’s side. “One foot in the stirrup. And… There we go. Think you can stay awake ‘til we get to the village?”

Link’s response is to nearly fall from the saddle once more. The man hurriedly grabs Link’s shoulder, steps into the stirrup, and swings his leg over the horse’s back. He wraps one arm around Link’s middle, keeping him upright, and grabs the reins with his other hand. “C’mon,” he urges, nudging the horse forward. He doesn’t let her move any faster than a walk.

Once again, Midna is irritated by the fragility and speed (or lack thereof) of humans. Why is she trapped in this monotonous trudge forward? Would it kill them to go a little faster? Midna kind of has some very time-sensitive tasks on the agenda.

But whatever. Midna endures because she has no other option. They eventually make it to the village. A few women stand near the entrance, anxiously shifting from foot to foot and fiddling with their hair. The moment they spot Epona, they rush up, escorting the horse into the village.

“Rusl, what happened?”

“Is he… Is he alive?”

“Yes,” the man - Rusl - confirms. But there’s no comfort in his voice. It’s all tension and gritted teeth. “We need to move quickly.”

They wind down the path, passing a few small homes and shops. They stop at one of the last cottages, and Rusl slides off the saddle, quickly pulling Link down with him.

Link still hasn’t awoken, and though Midna has told herself she doesn’t care, the concern of the villagers makes her tense.

“Uli!” Rusl calls, dragging Link’s limp form into the house. “Get water and bandages!”

Suddenly, the tiny home is full of people, all bustling about. The women prepare supplies, while a large man helps Rusl carry Link to the bed.

“Should’ve told me,” the large man says. “You’re still hurt. I could’ve gone after him.”

“Not now, Bo, okay?”

Bo seems to respect this. “What do you need?”

“For now? Space.”

Two women set the supplies on the bedside table, and Rusl nods, dismissing them and Bo. Only the pregnant woman stays, hovering beside Rusl.

“Help me get his shirt off,” he asks.

The woman begins to cut the shirt off with a knife, but she pauses when she finds the chainmail underneath. “Rusl…”

Rusl doesn’t slow for a moment, wrenching Link’s uncooperative arms free and ripping the mail off. It looks uncomfortable, but Midna supposes Rusl understands just how severe an injury like this is.

Once the last of Link’s many layers are removed, Rusl wipes down Link’s arm. The decay seems to have grown, its tendrils branching up to nearly his shoulder and down past his elbow. “Looks like… The skin looks dead, Uli.” He looks up at the woman, fear shining in his eyes.

Uli looks herself, setting a lantern on the table to see better. But she seems to come to the same conclusion, grimacing. Then she places a hand on his forehead. “It’s killing him, Rusl. I… I don’t know if we should… if we can save his arm.”

Rusl swallows hard. Begins to wash the decaying area more thoroughly. “Tell Bo to go to the spring. Send Sera and Pergie too. We… I’ll hold off as long as I can, but until then, the best thing they can do is pray.”

They’re so serious about the whole thing. But humans die so quickly… die so easily. Why are they so bothered about losing this one? It’s bound to happen eventually.

It occurs to Midna that she knows nothing about humans and their sickly sweet sentiment. Truly, they’re bigger fools than she ever realized if they worry about something so trivial as another human’s death.

Uli disappears. Rusl tends to the wound, pouring different liquids and salves on it, which usually results in Link yelling or groaning or kicking Rusl in the gut. (Okay, so he only kicks Rusl once, but Midna still thinks it’s pretty funny.)

By the time Uli has returned, Link is stirring again.

“I’m here,” Rusl assures him. “Uli’s here too. You’re safe.”

Link’s eyes flit around the room. He winces, hand shaking as he reaches for his injured arm.

“No, no, don’t look at that,” Uli scolds, taking his free hand in hers. “We’re taking care of it, okay?”

Link looks up at them with something Midna has never seen in his eyes before:

Complete and utter trust.

“Just rest, Link. We’re not going anywhere.”

Oh. Midna feels… something. She’s not sure what exactly it is. “Jealous rage” comes to mind, but “grief” might be the more accurate descriptor.

“Think you can drink a potion?” Rusl holds up a canteen. “Might help.”

They had a potion? All this time, lamenting and worrying and whining, and they had a damn potion this whole time?? Midna nearly flies out of Link’s shadow. She can’t handle the incompetence much longer.

Link doesn’t seem to process the pair’s words anymore, but he’s compliant as Rusl helps him sit up and presses the canteen to his lips.

But it’s the strangest thing. After drinking the potion and settling back, Link doesn’t look any better. He’s still sickly and confused and gross. Did Rusl know the potion wouldn’t do anything? Midna supposes he’s right, because after Link was bitten, the potion only stopped the bleeding. But she really had hoped the potion would do something.

Because it would be inconvenient if her traveling companion died. That’s the only reason. She doesn’t care about him at all.

(She doesn’t care about him at all. She does not care, and maybe if she keeps telling herself that, she’ll actually believe it.)

Link’s eyes close, and Uli brushes the hair from his forehead. “You’re safe,” she repeats, over and over. All the while, Rusl watches Link’s arm. Midna wonders when he’ll give up and cut it off. It has to be soon, right? The deadened area must be close to his shoulder by now. What are they waiting for? A miracle?

“Rusl!” The door slams open, and Rusl is on his feet, sword in hand and standing protectively in front of Uli. Midna has never seen a human move so quickly. Not even Link.

But then Rusl realizes who it is. That big man from before. Bo or something.

“What?”

Bo is in a frenzy, shoving a glowing bottle into Rusl’s hands. “There was a… a fairy at the… spring.” He’s panting hard.

Rusl moves with purpose, striding back to Link’s side and opening the bottle above Link’s arm. All the while, he murmurs prayers under his breath. “Goddess, protect him. Goddess, heal him. Goddess, save him.”

The fairy - a ball of Light that makes Midna cringe as it approaches - circles around the wound. It takes a long, long moment, whizzing about like it has somewhere else to be. Midna wonders if this really will work. Finds herself wishing that it will, though the likelihood that a fairy can reverse decay is… low at best.

Finally, the fairy zips out the window, forever lost. Rusl leans over to check the wound, and Midna finds herself doing the same.

“It’s gone,” Rusl says, and he’s right. The dead skin is gone, once again healthy and unmarred.

“He’s still warm,” Uli notes, patting Link’s cheek in an attempt to rouse him.

Link is far quicker to wake up this time. His eyes still have a feverish shine to them, and he falls asleep shortly after, but the pallor of his skin is gone.

Midna is relieved. Because she doesn’t need to find a new adventurer, not because he’s looking healthier.

“The infection must still be in his system,” Uli suggests. “I guess even fairies have their limits.”

“How did you find the fairy?” Rusl’s expression is still grim, but his eyes belie his relief. “I’ve never seen one at the spring.”

Bo shakes his head. “I’m not… It must have…” He sighs. “The goddesses must have something big planned for him. Sera and Pergie and I went to the spring to pray, and all of a sudden, there was this fairy in my face. Just-” He holds a hand close to his face. “-like that. I never seen a fairy do that before. It was just…” He shakes his head again. “Link is favored by the goddesses.”

Rusl must know this already, and Midna wonders just how important this guy really is to the goddesses. He’s not all that special, really.

“We’ll watch him tonight,” Uli offers. “I imagine he can recover, but in case he gets worse…” She doesn’t finish the sentence. It must be unthinkable. 

“Good idea,” Rusl says softly, squeezing Uli’s hand.

---

The night passes uneventfully. Midna is bored the whole time, though she does listen to the humans occasionally.

“If Link is here, do you think Colin is…”

“I’m not sure. We can ask him when he wakes.”

It sounds miserable, this little village. The humans speak of missing children - Colin and Beth and some other names Midna doesn’t care to remember - and attacks from dangerous, boar-riding monsters. They talk about the fear of never seeing their son again. They cry and whine and…

They comfort each other.

Midna stops listening.

---

Link wakes the next morning. He looks better than the night before, though that’s a poor standard, because before, he looked dead.

“Link, you’re up!” Uli sounds surprised, and she looks like she desperately wants to say something. But whatever it is, she doesn’t say right away. “Are you feeling okay?” She presses her hand to Link’s cheek. “Your fever must have broken.”

Link smiles. Gives a thumbs-up. It makes Uli laugh, though it’s a sorry, broken little laugh.

“Link, I’m sorry to ask so soon, but I need to know. Colin, the others, did you… Where are they?”

There’s a heavy pause. Link looks at her with regretful ignorance. Sorry, I’ve got no clue, Midna bets he’s thinking.

“Oh. Weren’t you taken with them?”

Link shakes his head.

Uli swallows hard, nodding slightly. “Oh. Okay. So I… I guess you haven’t seen them.”

His expression is mournful. Earlier, Midna had been surprised at how much the villagers cared about Link. And now she’s realizing that Link cares about them just as much. She’d assumed that Link was… no one, really. Someone who was a convenient solution to her problem and nothing more.

Apparently not.

---

Link is fully healed and ready to leave the next day. Rusl and Uli help him pack, talking about missing children, important quests, dangerous monsters. At one point, Uli suggests Link stay in the village, so they don’t lose him again.

Thankfully, Link doesn’t seem to agree with this plan, though there are promises made to find said missing children. Midna hopes he doesn’t plan on looking for them before they’ve found all the fused shadows.

Link leaves the village on foot, unhitching Epona on his way out. It’s not until they’ve reached the bridge that Midna makes her presence known.

“Ugh, finally,” she groans, because she doesn’t want Link to think she was worried about him. (She was not worried, thank you very much.) “I thought you were gonna sleep all day.”

The slightest of smirks curls his lips. He shakes his head and puts a foot in one stirrup. But Midna speaks before he can hoist himself up.

“Hey, um… Back there… Those people really cared about you. I mean, I don’t know what’s to care about, really,” Midna adds quickly, folding her arms. “You’re a stupid wolf who got himself hurt and delayed us getting the fused shadows.” And then she hesitates, voice softer than before. “But… maybe there’s a reason they like you so much. Guess I’ll find out?”

Link tips his head. Considers her for a moment. Then shrugs.

“Yeah,” Midna hums. “Guess I’ll find out.” She disappears in Link’s shadow, and he mounts Epona, setting a course for Hyrule Field.

[wat-zu]

bada bing bada boom hits you with a broom aka your ocs

thx for letting me borrowing them grabs them in my pocket and gives them back to u

Pinkie by @mary-games-and-arts

Avion by @thedancingartist

Cross by @nzn43

Emerald blue by @applesaucify

Dorado by @toon-melody

Alvia by @flairya

[magentakat]

Made these silly lil’ Mammet bois for the Voidsent!AU I’ve got chilling on a back burner—dunno if they’d have these outfits in it but they’re cute so it’s fiiiiine. :P

[boycritter]

how did that post become my most popular post in 3 days im gonna blow something up

[stellar-jay]

it'll be really funny if fitz brings up the reason for their falling out to chade and chades just like. "you mean you didn't already know???"