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breannasfluff · 2 years ago
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Mother Malon
The fact that Hylia doesn’t care about Wild’s well-being is proven as soon as they step through the portal from his world to another.
Time groans—half pain, half happiness, as the Lon Lon Ranch arch appears whole and intact. “Home,” and the word encompasses a wealth of memory Wild doesn’t have.
What is home, now? The house he bought in Hateno? It’s comfortable, but home means family and memories, two things he lacks. Bolson checks in on him, but it doesn't feel the same. The Champions might have grown into his home, once. Mipha might have helped create a new home. 
Any chance he had at those is lost, though.
Wild’s been to Time’s era before—met Malon. He hovered at the back of the group, helping as needed and skirting conversation outside of the first greeting. Now, with the ranch ruins fresh in his mind, the original ranch is a kick in the gut.
“Who—Fairy Boy!” Malon is running from the house, the front door swinging open behind her. Time goes to meet her and scoops her into his arms for a kiss.
“My love, I missed you!” Their heads bend together and for a moment it’s just the two of them, alone but for each other’s love.
Looking away, Wild finds Legend glaring at the ground. He must feel the Champion’s gaze because he glances up, his glare softening into something like regret. Marin’s name bumps into Mipha’s in his mind; Time’s present could have been his future, once. Maybe. Someone to love and hold. Someone to come home to.
Time’s already putting Malon down and calling for the boys to join him, still holding tight to her hand. He’s lighter and more open in his home, and Wild catches him tracing the familiar shape of the ranch.
The guilt in his chest sinks into his stomach and he slinks behind the rest of them to the house.
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hyrulianphotography · 1 year ago
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sisterdanielmilf · 4 months ago
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you think you're finally mentally stable and then you cry over RANCH
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patchodraws · 2 months ago
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so do we know why Sammy’s family has cut ties with her in Chaos Theory? like… have they given a reason that i missed or are we still speculating? and if so, what are your speculations about it 👀
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pinkysberg · 6 months ago
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sumn i half resent is this idea that sadie's husband dying is "90% of her motivation" or whatever. because while yes, being a vengeful widow is definitely a huge aspect of sadie's character, she lost a lot more than her husband. she lost her entire life. she lost her home, her security, her very way of life. she is more than just a wife and she makes that very clear. i understand that her grief and vengeance on behalf of jake is very real and integral to what motivates sadie. but she isn't just grieving jake.
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artemistorm · 1 year ago
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Headcanon that the Ranch (Ruins) in BotW/TotK is where Wild and his family used to live before the Calamity and before Wild pulled the Master Sword and became a knight for the crown because Wild is a descendant of Time and Malon and the ranch has been kept in the family and passed down through generations.
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honeymoonsimmer · 1 year ago
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milan just met her new (and extremely cute) neighbour myrna and they hit it off pretty good. in the middle of it jacques villareal called us and scammed us out of §600!???!!!? she had to rant to her new friend immediately, of course!
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angelsdean · 3 months ago
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suspenseful police chase but on horse....thrilling. dean could do this
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josephslittledeputy · 1 year ago
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I should wait till wednesday to post but I can't refrain, so, posting a small snippet of what I've been doing this past month (been reworking chapter 3 of willa's dark fic.... why does writing have to take so damn long)
“You haven’t touched your food.”
“That’s because I’m tied to a fuckin’ chair, John.”
“Ah, right.” His chin juts up, signaling one of his men over.
“What?” She snorts when the peggie lifts a fork full of mashed potatoes to her mouth. “Not gonna make airplane noises too?” Begrudgingly, she leans forward, knowing that she needed the food and to continue playing this role. “Gotta say, it’s better than that other godawful concoction the other night. Are you sure you made this?” This time she directs the question at John, smiling when his fork stops halfway to his mouth.
“You should be grateful I’m doing this at all, Deputy. I could have left you down there with the others.”
“Oh, yes! I am sooo grateful John. Thank you for taking me out of your metal prison and putting me into a wooden one.” Taking another, more forceful bite, she cringes when her teeth scrape against the fork, wanting nothing more than to feed herself for once. But she had yet to earn that privilege. God forbid she stab a fork into someone, as if she wouldn’t just use her teeth if she really wanted to. "So what, are we trauma bonding now or something?"
"What?"
"Well, you shared your trauma then pried mine out too. So what's that make us, hm?"
John stabs the fork into his steak and lifts it to his mouth, chewing thoughtfully after. "I'm trying to help you, Deputy. Don't you see that?"
She leans forward, taking a bite when the peggie lifts the fork to her mouth. Now it's her turn to chew thoughtfully. "What about your parents, John?” Silence. Not even the peggie guards make a noise, though they do exchange nervous glances. "Let's talk about that. About how you broke up your own family… landed yourself in an even worse situation." She tilts her head, satisfied when his jaw clenches with anger. "Alone."
"Enough!" He slams a fist on the table, causing his plate to jump and drawing a few eyes from the guards outside. "We're done here." The chair scrapes against the floor and the thump of his aggravated footsteps slowly fade away.
"Was it somethin' I said?" She flashes the peggie at her side a shit eating grin.
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chrissendump · 7 months ago
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listen yall. good honey is so good. i finally got some from my local farmers market because ooh pretty jar but oh my god. its so tasty. im putting this shit on toast. im putting this shit on cornbread. I'm eating this shit by the spoon (dont do this). i didn't know honey could taste like this. holy fuck i can never go back
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breannasfluff · 2 years ago
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Ranch Ruins
“We’re almost to the turn for the stable,” Wild calls back to the group. He’s calmer in his era and words come easier in familiar territory. Soon, he’ll have them at a stable and they can gather information, rest in a real bed—
“What’s that?” Legend’s sharp voice interrupts his thoughts. He follows the pointing finger, as does the rest of the group.
Shit. “C-come on.” The ease of speech vanishes and he gestures sharply, anxious. The turn is right there and if he thought about it, he wouldn’t have taken this way; they could have climbed the mountain path and gone around—
“Champion.” Time’s voice is less of a question and more of a statement. “Link. What’s this place called?”
The turn is right there, but instead, the Chain is crowding to the opposite side of the road, some in confusion and some in growing horror.
Wind takes a few steps down the small side path. “Just…just some farm ruins, right Wild?” He turns back to look, eyes wide. “Right?”
The Champion doesn’t answer, just stares at the broken fence before them. They were ruins—just another spot on the map that fell to the Calamity. But now…
Time makes a noise of pain and steps further down the path. His body says disbelief, pain, and below it, barely contained, rage.
Wild’s feet are rooted in place because it’s his fault, isn’t it? That Time has to see this, has to realize that someday in the future, his legacy is destroyed.
“Wild.” The Old Man’s voice is hard as stone, hiding any emotion.
Right, he’d asked a question, one Wild was avoiding. There’s no use denying it, though, so he finally spits the answers from grit teeth. “Ranch Ruins.”
The ranch, Time’s home with Malon, lays before them in silent judgment.
He can’t stay here, can’t watch Time’s shoulders shake with suppressed sobs. It’s his fault, but Wild can’t face the consequences of his failures. Turning on his heel, he bolts for the trees across the road. Voices call out behind him, but he pays no attention.
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socialtownie · 1 year ago
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arthur morgan actual redemption arc coming soon to the sims
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adelaidedrubman · 1 year ago
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AND I’M GLAD SOMEONE BROUGHT UP THE DAMN SCALES TOO.
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iwatcheditbegin · 1 year ago
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I hope the annoying men in the nfl comments are crying
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leavemetoplaythesims · 1 year ago
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fuck it i'm giving florence a goddamn horse tomorrow
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deityarmor · 1 year ago
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new totk verse concept:
link as one of those damned soldier dudes down in the depths, gripping onto a weapon. you take the weapon, and suddenly instead of the soldier vanishing off into the ether until the next blood moon, you have a disgruntled old soldier of hyrule attached to you. so long has he been forgotten by the kingdom that no one can recognize him as a hero of long ago, only noting the striking similarities between his single blue eye and bright blond hair to the heroic swordsman of their era.
he's tired all of the time, rarely speaks, and all the animals gravitate to him like a disney princess. oh, and you don't even get to actually keep the weapon you take from him--it'll always teleport back to his person, and seems to be an eerie replica of a certain darkness-slaying sword...
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