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[coreofgold]

@vcndetta: ♫+48 (aloth and gale)

Song: Super Soaker (feat. Daniela Lalita) by Ashnikko

"Runes in the dirt, blood on the earth. . ." Aloth mused, bending down to get a good look without moving anything. "Not enough to be a sacrifice."

[wolfontheloose]

|| Celine & Ryden ||

They finally had a moment of peace and quiet in the back office at the Den, dust and clutter not nearly bothering Ryden as much as they sometimes did because who the fuck cared about dust and clutter right now. They were in a situation. Who cared how much a room was falling apart when everything else was too. At least at moments it felt like it was to Ryden but perhaps he was being a bit overly dramatic about it. Leaving it to Celine to take a seat at the only good office chair in the room, Ryden found another less comfortable one to perch himself on, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles anyway. Any seat was good right now, since the loss of his werewolf stamina made him feel the very human sense of exhaustion and tiredness which was normal for a non-supernatural but had not been an issue for Ryden for pretty much six years now. That was apparently enough time to unlearn how to be a feeble little human. Not that humans were weak in general - but in comparison to the power Ryden took for granted as a werewolf, it felt like such a drastic level down to him, especially considering he needed to be at his best now more than before. He was being majorly nerfed and at such an inconvenient time too.

“I shoulda seen this comin’.” He said to the she-wolf in the office with him. “That freak that got sacrificed to the green mist back then? He said ‘you will be weak’ er sum shit loike that. That was it. He literally told us. I am so fuckin’ dumb…” Even as he berated himself, Ryden knew that even if he’d realized this before, there was likely nothing he would be able to do about it and question was whether anyone else would too or if they would even believe and go along with what he’d said. In any case, what would Ryden be able to do on his own? He had no magic. He’d spit on magic even if he had it. So no matter how he looked at it, he was useless. And it gnawed at him something bad.

@celinecerberus​

[poisonousquinzel]

they deserved better idc 😐

[weepingtalecowboy]

Phoenix legend… he hates losing his progress

Fanfic prompt:

In cadence of Hyrule you can endlessly respawn and with every respawn you get permanent upgrades

Like people often give him chronic pain so maybe he can just straight up rebirth and be back to normal

Until the chronic pains are back because he never gets a break when goes back on different adventures

Like some messed up Phoenix he turns into dust then just respawns stronger than before

While the chain see legend getting more and more tired over several weeks

And him just fighting despite everything

And during a battle with the Shadow legend just sets everything on fire in close proximity while trying to take out the Shadow

Link to the past canonically gives link the ability to create fire with magic like why can’t he just go become a bomb and nuke the entire forest using literally all his energy he has left

Then dies in someone’s arms and evaporates out of existence like that is the end

Just to respawn better than before

Then just respawns again a bit before he was massively damaged by his adventures (which is why he is tiny lil guy in cadence of Hyrule…he dies to often to have the ability to grow up because that takes years of not dying )

And the chain end up in his hyrule again and see a little pink version of legend running around and that pink version immediately comes up to them and just doesn’t let them leave it behind but because as a lil baby legend couldn’t talk all that well even if he knows the words his body isn’t used to talking

So he tries to tell them that he is back via charade

(He hates getting his progress reset and to go back to baby but baby link is much better than pained grumpy teenager…it takes so long to grow up again )

He hunts down the first link he sees (being warriors for plot reasons) and then just aggressively follows him

Warriors just sees child wearing green (all other clothes don’t fit ..he back to wardrobe of a six year old) and then literally was unable to tell him to leave him alone especially because this is a baby version of legend

And while messing up the timeline by picking up a version of legend who has not yet met them would be bad,…

He is very much used to fucking around with the timeline just to pick up green kids (tune and mask can attest to that)

And it still hurts immensely to met legend again after what happened

Because legend is utterly determined to follow him and it literally goes against everything Captain link is not to pick up pink green wearing child

Meanwhile the chain is freaking out because warriors is currently holding what they think is a past version of legend who is still pink haired and tiny

Warriors be like *holding the baby*: “ I tried to put him down but he kept following me … and also refused to stay where he is”

The chain : “Why would you pick him up…, we just lost legend a month ago”

Warriors: “he wouldn’t stop toddling towards me , and bite me when I tried to leave him behind”

(people put cadence of Hyrule after all other adventures but seeing that link is lil guy in that game I like to believe he just can come back however the heck he wants and just constantly uses the pre adventure version of himself for convenience)

The chain all fail at leaving the kid behind so now pink legend is joining the chain because he just invited himself to the party

And also because he has mastered his own cuteness by accident

Everyone sad that legend is gone : * :(*

Legend happy to see them again and to see that everything worked out : *snuggles up to everyone*

The chain : *:,)* “you evil evil creature you make everything so much more complicated”

And legend cannot convince them he still is his rat self who is as bitter as a slice of lime because he cannot talk well enough to taint their vision of him

He can just look at them with disgust when they coo at him and show them the middle finger

The chain just thinks that legend always was a sassy lost child (wind loves his attitude it’s hilarious even if the chain blames him for teaching lil guy insults��� which he surprisingly didn’t even do , child came preprogrammed with only rudeness and sass )

Legend is better with insults then other words so who can blame the chain to accuse wind of teaching the kid how to say those

His first word was “fuck” and he kept saying it just to piss of the moms of the group (wars, sky , twilight are moms)

The rest where laughing at it and wind got in trouble

[sucredemar]

fatting a sacrificial lamb for winter without realising he may grow into a ram (bitting more than you can chew)

[ringlorn]

That face.

Even if the guy hadn't thrown his fish away, his looks alone would've been enough to grab Nezha's attention. Discarding his fishing pole to the grass below, the lotus prince swings himself back upright, shifting to sit astride the tree limb as he peers pensively down at the stranger.

"That so?"

"Maybe I was fishing for the wrong thing from the start."

He's reminded of the story of Taigong Wang, who cast a straight hook into the water until he caught the attention of King Wen. That man and his son later overthrew the Shang Dynasty for the Zhou, a battle that Nezha himself had fought in on behalf of the gods.

How long ago it all seemed...

"When a sage points at the moon, a fool looks at the finger." Once more he changes positions, this time to face the man fully from the front. "I'm not a fan of being left in the dark, so—" he jerked his chin towards the pond.

"Why not?"

ㅤThe cow's head which had been thrown to the lake in his name fundamentally altered the lentic ecosystem. Previously isolated aquatic life now fed from sacrificial matter, endowing their meat with his ritual's significance and connecting them to him by proxy. Over time, the spiritual impact would dissipate across generations, but he felt the offering's potency continue to nourish unique life in the lake.

Thus did he concern himself with the fishing line strung into the water, his approach startling the angler into performing his work for him. He caught the flailing fish with one hand, unhooked it from the line, then looked up at the man hanging by his legs.

"These fish aren't worth your time." Without averting his gaze, he tossed the fish back into the lake. "You'll find neither the food nor pleasure you seek here."

[serickswrites]

Lonely Place of Longing XIII

Master list here (includes chapter links, summary, and character bio)

Warnings: captivity, restraints, extortion, mention of death, self sacrifice

Dylan didn’t think the team was ready to face Owen. He wasn’t going to be able to keep a team so weak alive against an enemy so strong. Why now? Why throw all these lives away? What does it accomplish? We are walking into certain death. This is a waste of time.

He couldn’t keep doing this. There had to be an end. This wasn’t the way to end it. He didn’t care if his life ended, but he couldn’t let his team, let Halle, die. He just wanted to be free. Just free for an hour, one more time before he faced Owen. Maybe that’s the point. They know I was out last week. They know I’ve had my taste of freedom and they have to put an end to me.

No. They will never let me go. I am too perfect a tool to destroy. I am doomed to this existence. But I am alive. And I felt alive when I was with Halle.

Halle can’t come on this mission. I can’t keep everyone safe, especially Halle, and fight Owen. I won’t win. I can’t lose Halle. Even though she hates me. I have to get her to freedom. To safety. As he slowly made his way back to his quarters accompanied by three teammates that were not exactly overjoyed to be ordered to do so, Dylan realized that there was no way this mission would be successful. I will get out of this. But the rest of them? This is a fool’s errand. I will not lead them like lambs to the slaughter.

Dylan turned on his heel.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” August asked angrily as they started after Dylan.

To the one person who may listen to me. Or condemn us all. “I have another meeting to get to.”

“Like fuck you do.”

But Dylan didn’t stop. He hurried through Tectus until he was just outside the office door of the one person who may be able to put a stop to all of this. He knocked.

“Enter,” Samuel’s stern voice came.

Dylan opened the door and stepped inside, shutting it softly behind him. “Samuel,” he said as he inclined his head before sitting down across from Samuel.

“You have some nerve coming here,” Samuel’s voice was quiet. He only got that way when he was angry. Or wanted something.

“This is a suicide mission, Samuel, I think you know that.” I want out of this dumpster fire of a mission. Of a life. Put a stop to this.

“What of it? You are more than capable of killing Owen.” Samuel’s cold grey eyes watched Dylan. Watched for any reaction.

“I’ve been capable of killing him for many years. Why go after him now?” Why do any of this now? What do you want?

Samuel smiled, though the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “You always were a clever one, weren’t you, Dylan Merrick.”

“That’s not my name anymore. It hasn’t been since I came here. It’s just Dylan now.”

“Is it, though? How do I know you aren’t trying to stop this mission just so that Owen can escape back to your home. To rally what survivors remain of your long forgotten home and rescue you.”

Ah. That’s what you want. You want me to profess my loyalty to Patricanus. To Scutus. To you. “There is nothing to return to. And I have no love for Owen just as he has no love for me.” No, I had to let go of that long ago. Let go of the person I grew up with swimming in the sea. Eating fresh caught fish on the dock. Watching the stars stretch in an endless sky. Owen is no longer my countryman just as I am no longer his.

Samuel smirked. “Of course there’s nothing left. Your land was destroyed and you were brought here. Who knows, perhaps you and Owen are all that is left of your Godforsaken land.”

It would appear so. What does it matter? I can’t return. “I want something for this mission. If you give it me, I will make sure that every single team member returns in one piece.”

Samuel smiled wide, all his yellow-stained teeth showing. “There’s the Dylan I remember from all those years ago. What do you want?”

“Free me.”

Samuel’s smile faltered. “What?”

“Free me. Make this my last mission. Free me of these cuffs.” Dylan shook his wrists so the silver cuffs glinted in the lamplight. “Let me go and I will ensure this is a success and you won’t lose any team members.” Let me go. After Owen is captured, returned back, cuffed and muzzled, you will have the weapon you need. One you can keep on a leash. And you won’t need me.

“Alpha Team will have a change in structure. They may lose their quarters without you.”

“Convert my space into a full med bay. They’re big enough to need two as it is.”

“And what of Halle?”

“What of her?” Please do the one thing I really want you to do. Fire her. Send her as far away from here as possible. She will be safe. She will be free. She will remain soft, tender. She will forever hate me, but she will be safe. I love her. Free her.

“The only reason we hired her was specifically to care for you. If you are no longer here, we have no need of her.”

Exactly. That is exactly what I wanted to hear. “Then reassign her. Better yet, fire her. You let her go into the field, but she doesn’t do anything except wait. Free me and you don’t need her. Send her home.”

Samuel considered a moment. “I will free you.” Dylan breathed a sigh of relief. He knew his face did not betray any of the feelings he had. “I will free you if, and only if, you bring me Owen’s head on a silver platter.”

Of course. Doing so will break me completely. I am a monster you created. You want to be sure I remain monstrous. I am a miserable, wretched creature who does evil things. One last evil act. One more black mark on my already jet black soul. But Halle will be free. Halle will be safe. Anything for her. “I would expect no less.”

“Then we have a deal.”

I will walk into the fire for you, Halle. I will walk through fire to get you out of the fire. You hate me. You will always hate me. But you will be alive. You will be safe. I love you. I love you. I love you.

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[weaverpop]

I would think one possible bad fight would be about MKs sacrifice, and him possibly doing it again.

Mk is reckless with his own life, and he loves friends and family more then he could love himself, it's where his over protectivness stems from. (That and his self sacrificial nature is probably programmed into him by nature, fucking thanks nuwa. The THE ONE mother figure mk has and she had to be the one that fucks up a perfectly good child)

Nezha may be immortal but mk would still actually jump in front of a blade for him without hesitation.

Tw mentions of past and attempted self sacrifice

This works very well, afterall Nezha would do the exact same thing because he shares a similar mentality. You don’t just sacrifice yourself for your family without having some issues.

This would come to a head at a terrible time, mid battle with a demon! Mk and Nezha both struggling early on in their relationship, pre-therapy, wanting to protect the other while also bringing down the big bad. Nezha might take a blow that was meant for Mk, and Mk freaks.

He and Nezha get into it. Nezha isn’t that hurt, mostly bruised, but Mk is absolutely losing his mind over the fact that his beloved just got hurt because of him.

Then you have Nezha who is trying to talk to his bf, but mk won’t listen, and they progressively get louder and louder. Until it reaches a point where Mk and Nezha are screaming at eachother in the middle of the battle field, and the fighting just… stops, because nobody has seen either of them get like this. The demon akwardly apologies to the others and leaves because damn this is awkward.

But the two idiots don’t notice, they just keep up the screaming match. Until Nezha has enough, and tells Mk in no uncertain terms that this shit isn’t going to work. He’s a celestial warrior, he can hold his own, and he doesn’t need to be coddled. Mk tries argues that he just wants to protect Nezha, but Nezha stands firm.

They don’t talk for a month.

Nezha is miserable during that time, and Jing teaches him the wonders of growing your sorrows in (strawberry) ice cream and crying into the pillows.

Mk in the other hand is left to think, and with some encouragement form ye others, decides to seek therapy with Sandy. It’s not easy, and the whole month without Nezha is agonizing, but Mk is determined to improve himself before he asks Nezha out again.

After a month, Nezha’s absence was strong enough to motivate Mk to reach out. Nezha was hesitant, but accepted a simple picnic date “to talk”.

It was by far, the most sweetest thing. Picknic basket full of all of Nezha’s favorites, a pretty strawberry themed blanket, and quiet spot outside the city where no one could see them.

They chatted for a bit, akwardly feeling things out, until Mk comes out and apologizes to Nezha for all the hovering. He akwardly explains that he just didn’t want Nezha to get hurt, and that he never saw the Prince as incompetent. That seeing Nezha hurt, even if a bit, was like lighting a fire. But he also apologies for overstepping boundaries, and acknowledges that he is working on the problem.

Nezha himself apologizes as well, aware that he had similar reactions in the past to Mk taking blows for him. He also apologizes for causing such a big blow out about it in public instead of privately, but Mk insisted it was fine, and that it was the wake up call he needed.

Nezha def cries when Mk asked if he’d still be his precious strawberry, and Mk nearly cried when Nezha agreed.

This isn’t the last time, but it’s def a big step in their relationship.

[linkedspirit-fanartfunart]

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🪶 redwingskies Follow

So who was gonna tell me the Surface is Real, huh? Who.

🎶 ocarina-macarina Follow

Where are you from?? What....what are you??? ....God?

🪶 redwingskies Follow

Nah turns out she's my best friend though.

🪶 redwingskies Follow

Hey btw, If I kill a god does that make me one? Is there like. Rules for this? Asking for a friend. (Like seriously. I don't care. He does.)

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🚋 train-life Follow

Today's Fact: Did you know Trains are the reason New Hyrule has Standardized Time Zones? As citizens needed to know when to get to a train station, the council lobbied for standardized time that could be applied precisely for travel by train! The entire modern perception of time is because of the Train!

⌛️ forestchild Follow

Thanks, I hate it. Lets go back to living by the sun rise and set.

🌸 dont-look-at-me Follow

??? We've always had standard time zones??? What are you talking about. Trains didn't invent that.

🚋 train-life Follow

...they literally did. I re-researched this to double check. What are YOU talking about?

🌸 dont-look-at-me Follow

Time zones? Like. The era of Legend, the Golden era, bullfish like that?

🚋 train-life Follow

... you can swear you know? I'm 12 not a baby.

🌊 kingoftheseagull Follow

you're HOW OLD? I thought you were a Royal Engineer???

🚋 train-life Follow

12? It's in my bio?

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I love you but get the hell off of this website why are you here

🌟 excuuuse-me Follow

Can we go back to the weirdo who thinks Time Zones are HISTORICAL PERIODS?

🌸 dont-look-at-me Follow

Haha yea total weirdo, what, are they like 400 years old or something? Lol

🐴 goatman4life Follow

Actually I wanna get back to why a 12 year old has a job

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Hey anybody willing to lend me bail money? I'm short like 10 rupees and it's really annoying.

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Wait shit wrong account! Wrong account!!

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Why do you have access to a hyper-famous Zora Band's account??

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Their lead guitarist died in front of me and I am very nice. Now get me out of jail goatman.

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#hi #i saw a cool bird today #the camera was left on selfie mode so it only got a picture of me squinting at it #the bird noticed the flash and it pecked me until I fell out of the tree #straight into a malice puddle #the bird was pretty tho #so I say my day went great!

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Hey apparently I need to update people on my boundaries. So. Here is a list of what's okay:

Hugging

Kissing me

Kissing me directly on the lips

👀

Parasocial relationships where you praise me constantly <3

And this is NOT okay

Hunting me for my blood to revive the prince of darkness

Ignoring me

Thank you, that's really all, I'm kinda sad that this has to be said but clarity is wisdom and all.

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Link. This is not what I told you to post.

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Well EXUSe ME if my boundaries look different than yours!!

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Hey pulled the Four Sword again so we need help figuring out who gets to run the blog lol.

Thanks everybody

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Lol this loser doesn't know how to make sideblogs

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The poll says "Who gets to be Link on MAIN" though, so maybe they do? They just wanna have one person in charge of the first blog?

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The path to truth is unity. Many voices can be heard within one "main".

-The Diety

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...ignore him, I've made him a sideblog and he refuses to use it.

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Hey wait no let him come back, he's the only smart person I've ever heard

-Green (?)

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I am going to kill you.

#we have all agreed to not utilize this blog until the poll is complete #so shut up green

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[polling-sonic-fans]

Askers notes that would make the title too long:

For revenge, honor, straight up depression, that kinda stuff. This also includes something like refusing to get themself out of a lethal situation knowing they'll die, even if they didn't directly put themself in said situation. I know a couple of times Knuckles from various medias attempt, and there's the hero semi-hero ending of Shadow the Hedgehog, which is why they're at the top, but I'm curious if other characters got anything too

Thanks for the poll anon!

Polls for the Sonic fandom on just about anything. Share polls you like to get more data. Asks and submissions always open.

[ahllohehn]

Ethubs please?

Maybe something a little angsty?

Unwritten events based off HaTO-When does a man become a monster?

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Etho was dead, or at least, Bdubs believed him to be.

When he saw the demigod of Hades lose control of himself, ignoring all kinds of injuries he was receiving as well as all the last bits of energy he put into his hits, Bdubs genuinely thought; He's dead. Etho is dead.

And despite the confidence he had in that claim, he was terrified of it.

When Etho couldn't scream, Bdubs did. He screamed louder than Kronos had when the Olympian gods had finally returned to finish him off.

That would've been one of the rare times he could meet his mom, but Bdubs didn't even acknowledge her, not even respectfully bow to her, focused on the way he was desperately clawing at Etho's blooded figure and dragging him off to whatever exit is the fastest to camp. He would've considered jumping off the sky to make his trip easier if it weren't for False stopping him.

His first proper meeting with his mother, Demeter had said, "What's with you? He's just a boy."

Bdubs had simply sobbed out, "That's the point!"

Etho was just a boy. He wasn't meant to go up here and play hero. If Bdubs had continued to rudely tell him that instead of being such a softie and instead teaching him to love the world Bdubs lived in so he could selfishly keep Etho, would the ending have been different?

Alas, he had no time to change such things. This was the outcome, and Bdubs was left to cry over it. It was then that the son of Demeter had a dangerous thought; he wouldn't mind the end of the world if it meant Etho could live a little longer.

It's a good thing that the gods had reacted quickly and helped him to the infirmary before that thought would result in anything.

If anyone had seen how Bdubs kept begging to sleep in the infirmary to be able to monitor Etho's pulse, no one spoke.

If anyone had seen how Bdubs suddenly started learning how to grow various healing herbs despite having no use for them, no one spoke.

If Scar noticed anything about his new older sibling figure's tone when he told him bedtime stories of a certain Underworld hero, he spoke of nothing and simply hugged Bdubs to sleep.

Because if anyone were to speak, Bdubs would rather have to die than let Etho be his one weakness to a nth world destruction.

[wellwornworldwalker]

This was supposed to be funny but then it got serious. I'll write more later, or maybe continue with the other thing I've been writing. But for now please enjoy. Also trigger warning for suicide, I guess, Hyrule mentions he would rather die than let the cult resurrect Ganon, but he doesn't want to die.

“So about this blood curse,” Wild asked nonchalantly as he flipped crepes. “Is it an if or when sort of situation?”

“I will never let it happen, I swear to you I will never Ganon rise again.” Hyrule replied, vehemently. Hyrule’s impassioned answer drew the attention of Wind, Legend, and Time.

“Not what I was asking, sorry I’m explaining this badly,” Wild said, still mostly focused on dessert. “I was more asking if it’s a one time curse or if it activates every time some cultists sprinkle your blood on a bit of ashes.”

“Wild I’m serious. I won't give them the chance. No matter what it takes, no matter the cost. My world wouldn’t survive a second rise of Ganon. I would destroy myself before that happens.” Was Hyrule’s response.

Time started to rise out of his seat, reaching for Hyrule. His one eye was blown wide as he understood what Hyrule was truly saying. “You mustn’t—” 

“Because I think we should activate it.” Wild cut across whatever Time was going to say. Three and a half sets of eyes glared at his back. Wild flipped his next crepe. It was one of those impressive, professional flips, where you don’t use a spatula.

“Why would you say that! What are you thinking!” Unsurprisingly, protective Legend was the first to lose his temper. He marched over to the fire and tried to rip the frying pan out of Wild’s hands. Wild held on to his pan. “Is this what brain damage does to you!” Now the others were staring. They had missed the start of the conversation and were now concerned by Legend’s horror and anger.

“Because,” Wild continued. He jerked his pan back and free of Legends fingers. “There are nine of us, and we have the sword that seals the darkness.”

“What’s this about Fi?’ Sky cut in. Desperate to break up the tension and understand what was happening.

Wild set aside his pan and stood up. He placed his hands on his hips and addressed the whole group. 

“I think we should activate Hyrule’s blood curse. While all nine of us are together. While we can help Hyrule fight. While we have the Master Sword and can truly seal Ganon.” Wild said with confidence. Then he turned to face Hyrule specifically. “Even the sword can’t stop him forever but we can buy you a few hundred years. And trust me, a lot can heal with even just one hundred years.”

Silence descended on the group. Nobody moved, they might have even stopped breathing. The brilliance of what Wild was suggesting sinking in.

Warriors hummed thoughtfully and rubbed at his chin. If this was any other time someone would have teased him for trying to look mature and wise.

“A chance to face Ganon on our own terms. We could pick the battleground. Prepare our spells and weapons ahead of time.” Warriors mused aloud. “With nine experienced heroes.”

[allthatglxtters]

@ivycovestarters || Location: Piltover

Andras wasn't sure he'd ever been more disoriented. One minute he was a wolf, dying in the woods and the next he was standing in another world, with memories of a life in yet another different world mingling with his real ones. The fae had no idea how he'd come to be here or how he was alive, but that didn't change the fact that he was.

Wandering around this massive city, he'd found himself in Piltover, studying the machines and architecture with some awe. He'd seen other courts before, tall buildings and impressive magic nothing new, but Piltover and Zaun were both dramatically different from Spring.

Andras found himself standing in a large square just, studying a building on the opposite end and shaking his head. "It's incredible, how vastly different the world can be. If this is even the same world at all. Hard to wrap my head around."

[zeninsama]

rin liking being hurt… go on please 👁️

i mean................ i think he can't even help it, like pain just makes him ridiculously hard... like pulling on his hair, smacking him around, biting him, especially drawing blood... even the little things like pressing on bruises

[fallenwhumpee]

Heyyy so I've got 2 prompts in my head, neither is really whump but like hey.

1. Two friends on opposite sides of a fight. Like born to be friemds forced to be enemies. So like the 'good' friend manages to capture the 'bad' friend and has orders from his higher ups to torture him and he really doesn't want to so like they talk, the captured guy does still get pretty beat up cuz like he gets it, until his team comes in to save him. And they're lile lets catch up soon, k? Like i wanna explore the emotional side of this cuz like forced by duty.

2. Second in command plays into bait willingly but the team doesn't know that and thinks they were being reckless but it was all planned. His leader was down, along with his sister like figure, and their second main fighter was busy protecting them so he buys time by letting the enemy capture him and have their way with him. Anything can work, drugging, sedation, restraints (pretty please), injuries, whatever you heart pleases.

Ps. How have you been? Enjoy your time off <3

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Im well, just looking for ways to be productive here too while slowly getting my works done.

Both are amazing prompts anon! Please have my try for the first one <3

Loyalty

• Masterlist •

Warnings: Mentioned torture, nosebleed, self-sacrifice.

Right Hand was shaking as they walked down the narrow stairs, their boss following right after them. They knew in that they were starting to seem off. They had to prove that they were loyal again. It was also the truth and what they wanted. They needed their team, and they needed to be in this side of the conflict.

But more than that, they loved their former captain, and now it was threatening their loyalty to their team.

What hurt them the most was that Whumpee didn't need to be their enemy. They were playing the necessary evil, and it was the agency's doing. Whumpee was once again paying the price for the flow of things.

Right Hand stumbled, their boss catching them from their collar to prevent them from falling.

"Your mind is somewhere else," Boss commented. "It's not like you. But you should get yourself together before we get to the cell. We wouldn't want a bad impression."

"Yessir," Right Hand answered automatically.

"I can trust you down here, can't I?"

"You can, and you should, sir. I don't think I've ever betrayed to your trust," Right Hand pulled themselves together.

"You did not. But I knew you had an unfortunate history."

Unfortunate, they held back a bitter chuckle. Unfortunate for Whumpee. They were stripped of their rank and team and pit into a position they didn't wish for. Just like Right Hand, only remained one from the former team, thrown into the opposite position. Right Hand could be considered even lucky. At least they weren't shouldering more than they could.

They walked in silence, their steps synchronised as if they had been at each other's side for years. It was wrong because Right Hand's place was Whumpee's side. Being like this was foreign and just... wrong.

Right Hand stopped when Boss put a hand to their shoulder. They slowly raised their gaze and met with Whumpee. They had to hold their breath, not to gasp at the sight of Whumpee's still form hanging from the ceiling by arms, hair damp and sticking to their sweaty pale skin as blood slowly dripped down from their nose.

"Extract as much information as you can before their minions find this place," Boss said to their ear. Right Hand nodded, again a fixed response to orders.

"I will come back to see your progress, but I should report something first. Have fun," Boss chirped before leaving. The tone froze Right Hand, causing their stomach to flip.

"Finally a familiar face," Whumpee whispered. The voice Right Hand once received orders that could make one tremble was now reduced to a weak croak. "The agency must've made a good cleanup."

"How can you be so calm?!" Right Hand snapped. They got into the cell quickly, releasing Whumpee's arms. They had to catch Whumpee from falling like a rag doll, the weight their arms support a lot less than they expected.

"It's good to see you too. But I wish it had been in better circumstances," Whumpee smiled as they held their nose, moving a little to lean back to the wall of the cell. They looked Right Hand with so much affection that Right Hand had to suppress their anger.

"I really don't know how anyone didn't notice yet," Right Hand kneeled next to them, their eyes asking for permission to check Whumpee. "You're not really subtle with your stubbornness to do the bare minimum to look bad or make your minions mess up the plans purposefully."

Whumpee shrugged. "I'm too busy to run a monopoly over the resources to be evil," they said with a fake offended voice. Then they chuckled slightly, trying their best to give an assuring smile.

Right Hand searched for any injuries, but it seemed that no one took a risk by leaving Whumpee to bleed. Right Hand was grateful for it, but the bruises and scars were worrying, along with the thought of what could be under the heavy bandages on Whumpee's torso and legs.

"I can't do what they wish from me," Right Hand confessed without dragging it any further. "I can't... I can't do what they did."

"But you'll have to, sooner or later. Don't feel bad about it. I know you don't... mean it," Whumpee answered, reaching to Right Hand's hand. Both of their hands were hard and calloused, causing the other's to itch a little, but it didn't matter. What mattered was Right Hand had to torture Whumpee.

"Leader," they whispered, their mouth having a bitter taste as they voice the name now buried into classified filed. Right Hand didn't have the strength to ask for forgiveness, and Whumpee's real name between their lips was the only way they could beg for it.

"Don't," Whumpee almsot choked out. "Don't do this to both of us. Don't think me as... as what I am."

As what I am.

Whumpee was still the same person under this disguise, and it was making Right Hand's work impossible. Because Right Hand's loyalty first belonged to Whumpee, and Whumpee truly did nothing to betray that trust.

"One would think we are the bad guys here," they chuckled bitterly, the hypocrisy of the whole situation catching up on them.

"Nothing is inheritly good or inheritly bad. At least what you do has more benefits," Whumpee reminded. Right Hand's shoulders tensed, slowly accepting the inevitable outcome.

"When will you stop sacrificing yourself?" Right Hand asked instead. They heard the distant sound of door opening. Whumpee must have heard, too, because they got to a kneeling position, head down as they pushed their nose harshly, making it bleed again.

It took Right Hand's all will not to react to that.

"I see talking didn't went well," Boss opened the cell door, leaning on the frame. "Please continue with what you were doing."

"Please obey your master little puppet," Whumpee mocked. Right Hand sighed, the tired sound easily could be mistaken as frustration. They caught Whumpee from their collar, slamming them to the wall. Whumpee went limb for a second but collected themselves a little as Right Hand let them stand on their feet, their eyes finding Boss.

Right Hand had never seen Whumpee look this arrogant before.

And Whumpee laughed. Boss pushed Right Hand aside and took Whumpee themselves, throwing the unmoving body to the opposite wall. Right Hand had to hold back a yelp as Whumpee cried with the impact.

"I would make you regret your every action, your betrayal, if so many villains weren't trying to save you or kill you themselves as we speak," Boss snarled. "But I guess I should now settle for your former underling torturing you after you already gone a round by professionals."

"You will be my neighbour in hell," Whumpee smirked.

Right Hand's mind immediately translated, I will see you later.

Boss motioned them to leave, so obeyed. By the time Rught Hand's team got out, a small group of villains were coming towards the hideout.

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A Disguise (a life series poem)

A wolf in sheep's clothing

That's what they call me

I watch from afar

I Blend with the others

I laugh with the others

I make friends

I bite the traitors

I am but a mere traitor myself

But I have to survive

I have to kill

From 3 to 2 to 1 to none

From green to yellow to red to grey

I have to tear them from limb to limb

I have to finish their remains

I'm a wolf in sheep's clothing.

But I do not want to be

I'm a sheep in Wolf's clothing

People fear I might bite

Fire in my hands that burns to the touch

I'm all bite no bark

I'm an ally to the Wolf's

I cherish them all

I love them like family

I Appear strong so I can protect them

But the Wolf's realize I'm a mere sheep

They strike

And I let them as it was planned

As long as they're safe

As long as they're happy

As long as I won't have to live any longer

I let them tear me apart

I'm a sheep in Wolf's clothing.

But it's all I had to be