#the fact i drew these is so wild and yet here we are

[shierak-inavva]

au where celebrimbor has a crush and annatar decides it’s free real estate

[sarathrwizard]

I wrote a 9 part story that tells you exactly how my camping trip went!

I don't normally write novels, but I thought I'd give it a try!

For context, I went camping for a week and I wrote how my day went from beginning to the end. Every. Single. Day!

And of course I used tmnt characters. The story focuses on Donnies perspective, (aka me) and all the good and bad things that happened.

Oh how I wish I could have made some of this stuff up, but it is actually the PAINFUL truth.

So under the cut, you can read the first part titled, 'Arrival'

I don't know, I guess I'll call the series '7 Day Camp Stay' (it's the first thing I came up with.)

Hope you enjoy!

7 Day Camp Stay

Arrival:

'You spend too much time on technology!' They said.'

'You should go camping!' They said.'

'It'll be fun!' They said!'

'Well, here we are! Pitching tents at 10-o-clock at night at 41 degrees Fahrenheit, which is 5 degrees Celsius!'

Donnie internally screamed. knocked his knees together and folded in his fingers under his arms.

'I'm cold, I forgot to eat lunch, so I'm hungry as well!'

Donnie's stomach growled as a shiver ran up his spine. Leo saw Donnie hug his stomach.

"Uhh, guys? I think we should get those sandwiches made!"

Mikey raised an arm and saluted. He ran past Donnie and handed him a mallet. Mikey and Raphs tent was up. Now all they had to do was set up Leo and Donnie's tent. Donnie sighed and started putting up the tent. It wasn't too hard... except for the fact he drove the steaks through the wrong holes. Donnie groaned and drew the steaks out to be pounded through the correct loop.

Next step was feeding the fiberglass poll through the sleeve. He raised it up till both ends of the poll were set in place. Then the second poll... oh. you have to put both polls in while it's flat... of course.

Now Donnie was grumbling, like his stomach which did NOT have to remind him yet again how hungry he was.

Finally, he finished putting the tent up. He crawled inside and laid down. Looking up, he could see all the stars glittering the night sky. He felt so very tired. Donnie honestly just wanted to go to sleep in his nice, warm bed. But no. He was out in the cold in a thin fabric tent, and a stomach that was still screaming for food. Donnie groaned.

"Donnie! The sandwiches are done!"

Mikey called out. Donnie sat up and crawled out of the tent. Making sure to zip it up tight. The last thing he would want is a giant garden spider in his sleeping bag.

Donnie slowly walked over to the picnic table. The only light illuminating the area was from a small led lantern over head, hung on a pretty precarious nail. Donnie took his plate and sat away from under the swinging lantern.

Donnie looked at the food with a raised eyebrow. Between those two slices of bread was a funny little sandwich with turkey and avocado. It was... okay. To say the least. Donnie looked around to see everyone else smiling. But why wasn't he happy? Why did he not find joy from being in the outdoors? Why wasn't he excited to sleep In a tent like everyone else? Why couldn't he be happy? The thoughts and emotions were making it hard to swallow down his food. He quickly finished it though before anyone could notice.

"I-I'm heading to the restrooms."

"Okay, do you know where they are? do you need help finding them?"

"No! No... Raph. I know where they are. Thank you."

He grabbing the blue bar of soap in it's blue plastic travel container and rushed off to the nearest restroom. They weren't that far away. But in the dark, and with the wild dogs barking in the distance, it suddenly felt much farther than it actually was.

He rushed over to the men's side of the restrooms and opened the door, quickly slipping inside. The lights automatically turned on due to movements. It was clean, to say the least. The door slammed behind him, making him jump slightly. He rubbed his hands together, either from the cold, or his anxiety picking up a bit, he wasn't sure. He went into a stall and locked it shut. He crawled into a corner of the stall and curled into a ball, wrapping his arms around himself.

"I don't want to be here!"

Donnie whispered to himself. A small whimper escaped his throat.

"I don't want to be here!"

The whimpers soon turned into quite sobs. Tears started falling down his cheeks. He normally didn't cry, but everything felt wrong at that moment. Suddenly the restroom door opened with a loud creek. Donnie's breath hitched. He covered his mouth with his hands, hoping to stop any sound from escaping.

"Donnie? You in here?"

Raph called out in a calm tone. Donnie quietly took a breath in, in hopes it would steady his voice.

"Yeah, just... using the bathroom!"

Donnie's nose started to drip. Out of habit, he sniffled. This raised Raphs big brother tingles.

"You doing okay?"

"Yeah, yeah! I'm doing fine! Just... just give me a minute."

"Okay."

Raph slowly closed the door, gently latching it shut. Donnie took a deep breath in and rubbed his knees with his cold hands. He wiped the tears away with his coat sleeves and washed his hands.

Slowly he exited the restroom. Raph was there waiting for him. Donnie shifted his eyes to the ground.

"I'm fine."

Donnie confirmed. Raph lifted one of his arms out from his hoodie pocket and reached out towards him. Donnie slowly walked into his offered hug and excepted the brief touch. Raph wrapped his arm around Donnie and gave him a gentle shoulder rub. Raph wasn't going to ask questions if Donnie wasn't willing to talk about it. They walked back to the campsite. No words were exchanged.

Okay! Phew! That was a bit! But I hope you enjoyed it!

Stay tooned for the first actual full day at camp!

Lord bless you, and have a wonderful day!

Next

[popponn]

something about headaches. [floyd leech x reader]

note: i miss twst. and this eel. so i make a quick thing in one sitting without much thought. i just miss floyd and kind of want to write something healing for myself. also: prefect!gn!reader and concussion is there.

“Sensei!” Floyd Leech exclaimed with cheer in his voice, meanwhile you hung limply in his arms like a dying mandrake. “Shrimpy hit their head again! I’m taking them to the nurse, ‘kay?”

From the distance, Coach Vargas answered him with something you couldn’t understand. Your head throbbed and you groaned. The possibility of someone putting a curse on your face to attract wild, fast flying things suddenly became something more than Deuce’s random musings.

You began to consider actually asking Crowley for check up—but not before you had your whole body shaken up with a loud “Yay!” resounding from above you.

As Floyd started running and turned you into a sack of flour on his shoulder, you started praying to whichever astral beings still had pity left to spare for you. Faintly, you could hear your upperclassmen chirping happily about getting to run around with you and such. Your head was buzzing loudly, but you managed to catch some of them.

“How lucky! Where should we go, Shrimpy?” Floyd said and you wished you could laughed like always whilst ushering him into the nurse office.

“This is fun!” Floyd said and you wished you could agree. Perhaps, on another time, without concussion slowly draining on you.

“Senpai, I will die. For real. Slow down. Please,” you, finally feeling like you might die for real, chocked out as you hit Floyd’s back lightly.

Then, the eel suddenly drew to a stop. The loose, strong hand he had around your waist grew firmer and you wondered if you will get squeezed or thrown out of the second floor balcony there and then. “Eh, why?” Floyd’s voice took a dip in the exact manner whenever he started losing interest.

At this point, best case scenario would be him putting you down and leaving.

Nonetheless, you tried to answer him. “’M head hurts. A lot,” you worded out choppily. Breathing was getting harder. Perhaps you really were dying. Good Seven—overblots and monsters and what got you was a fucking flying disk—

“Head hurts, huh…?” Floyd parroted and maybe you spoke to fast and it would be an eel that got you, actually. “What did Jade said again…? Oh!”

“…hu—uuh!?”

Within a second, suddenly you got manhandled for the second time to the point of getting a bit of your spirit returning again. It took you another three seconds, however, to realize that your position had changed into being carried like a bride in your senior’s hands, who opted to walk slowly at that moment.

“That’s a funny sound, Shrimpy. Make more of it later,” Floyd commented, a wide smile hovering right above you along with his voice that had turned into a whisper. “Is this better? Jade said loud voice and getting hanged upside down make your head hurt lots. And I don’t like walking fast when my head hurts too. Feels better now, right?”

You blinked, trying to register the fact that instead of getting thrown away like a nosy mangy cat, Floyd acted like a straight out sweetheart. Your heart made a weird beat that you couldn’t process yet, but you managed a weak nod for him.

“He he,” Floyd’s smile grew wider. This was stupid, however you did felt that being hit in the head was not that bad, maybe.

“Can I pat your head?” you blurted out, your head growing heavier with each second. Along with it, perhaps, your logic was also drowning.

Without your blurry eyes catching them, Floyd’s expression wrote his amusement clear in his face. “Eh, Shrimpy sure asks a lot for a patient,” he chided childishly. Then, he lowered his head slightly to you without stopping his steps, “Here you go. Pat it, pat it.”

You chuckled breathlessly and softly as your fingers touched his head, “Thank you, Floyd-senpai. I will treat you to something later.”

“Aha—treats from Shrimpy?” Floyd cheered in a tone that hid something behind it. You should have paid more attention to it, but as you leaned your head against his chest, you decided you would just do it later. “Lucky! Get well soon then, ‘kay, Shrimpy?”

[idontknowreallywhy]

Shine

This little scene arose out of a discussion with @edutainer2022 about a headcanon we share re the boys’ Mom and this lovely fic.

Fluff, with the tiniest glimmer of sad (only just because I love her but she’s no longer with them).

Featuring tiny feral toddler Scotty and a very much besotted husband 💙🤍💕

☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️

The speaker paused, her eyes twinkling as they always did when she knew the punchline and couldn’t wait to tell it. She completed the joke to an appreciative roar of laughter, a smattering of applause and one enthusiastic whoop.

Jeff wasn’t convinced that more than 50% of the room could actually have entirely got it… niche was an understatement. She’d had to explain several recent controversies from the world of experimental astrophysics to him last night before he appreciated that that particular part of the twelfth rewrite of her speech was actually funny on three different levels… but it didn’t matter.

You didn’t have to be married to this woman to know she could read out a grocery list and carry the adoring audience along with her. There was a reason it was the keynote after all.

She’d been so nervous. Same as she was before every paper she’d presented in all the time he’d known her. She’d agonised over the content of every class she’d given, no matter how small. He’d watched her pace the floor for a fortnight, glaring at her tablet in between bouts of frantic typing and clutching at her increasingly wild hair as she growled “WHY ME?” at the ceiling.

“Because you’re brilliant and they love you.”

This had become Jeff’s habitual refrain as he multitasked to perfection - simultaneously reassuring his wife while retrieving their tiny son from the top of the bookcase, the window ledge or, on one notable occasion which thankfully she still knew nothing of - inside the fridge.

She’d huff, never believing him. And yet, as he presumed was the case every time, as soon as she started speaking she relaxed.

And she shone.

Dr Lucille Tracy hadn’t taken the guest lectureship with much thought to the actual ‘lecturing’ part of it at all. That was just the quid pro quo. The offer of a close collaboration with those at the cutting edge of her field, the unparalleled opportunity to continue her research with the help of the brightest young minds - it should have been a no-brainer.

In the ordinary circumstances of their life, however, it would have been far too much alongside the remote but demanding day job at NASA, the all-day-and-most-of-the-night job raising a toddler whirlwind and the exhausting 24/7 secret mission of growing his sibling.

Jeff melted a little more as the love of his life shifted her stance behind the lecturn and ran a hand absently over the rapidly increasing bump. Alright, so they were probably long past the covert stage of that one now… she complained she was heavy and slow but was overtly glowing with life.

Again, Jeff thanked the stars she loved so much (and which she absolutely refused to countenance having any impact on their luck whatsoever don’t be ridiculous, Jefferson) that he’d had a well-timed hiatus in missions necessitated by the development and testing of the longer range craft that would hopefully carry him on the next one. He’d taken some rather belated paternity leave and insisted she take up the offer. And here they were.

And she was good at it. Very good.

Jeff had done public speaking training both at college and for work and he knew every trick in the book. But there were things that couldn’t be taught. Some things weren’t tricks after all.

He got the respect, sometimes a little awe from the younger ones. People followed Jeff because they respected him, because he spoke persuasively and, well, because he told them to. They hung on Lucy’s every word because her natural warmth and playfulness drew them in and the fact she seemed somehow to care deeply for each of them meant they stayed. That what she said was brilliant was almost secondary. The fact they happened to be learning from the best was a by-product. People just wanted to be near her.

It was the very reason he’d walked straight past his usual table in the NASA cafeteria that day, and found himself sat amongst a group of strangers listening to her tell some story about a cat in the observatory… or possibly it was a raccoon… he forgot the details but it didn’t matter. He was caught in her orbit and hadn’t regretted it for a second.

Despite the fact this wasn’t even a lecture, only a welcoming speech and that frankly they’d listen to and love any old thing she could come up with - Lucy redrafted and redrafted right up to the last minute, searching for the perfection she felt she owed them. Jeff, more of a rock up and wing it kind of guy, was occasionally exasperated but couldn’t ever convince her it was good enough to leave well alone.

He’d finally persuaded her to grab a couple of hours sleep when Scott had scaled his patently falsely marketed ‘unclimbable toddler gate’ and leaped into bed between the two of them. The kid even wriggled in his sleep. Jeff supposed they should be thankful the tiny flailing elbow hadn’t given her a black eye for her big day.

Their son squealed and bounced excitedly in his Dada’s arms and pointed up at Mommy’s face smiling down at them from the enormous screen and then at the smaller 3D figure on the stage. Jeff knew he shouldn’t really have brought him, but both sets of grandparents had been unavailable and Lee had looked frankly terrified at the prospect of solo responsibility for preventing young ‘Steve’ from leaping off high objects. There were some things you just didn’t inflict on your wingman. He redirected the little guy’s kicking feet from the poor chap in the next seat and helped them find the ground but kept a firm grip on his shoulders

“I know, Scotty, she’s wonderful isn’t she?” He murmured. “But we have to be quiet so everyone can hear her ok?”

The little boy nodded seriously and stood, jiggling quietly between Jeff’s knees, his rapt attention on the screen, his little fists opening and closing by his sides.

Jeff had lost the thread of the speech for a moment, he already knew it so well he hadn’t really been listening to the words as much as the cadence of her voice.

Clearly everyone else had though, as a sudden swell of chattering indicated they were following her instruction to spend five minutes discussing some particular point with their neighbour. It was a cunning ploy to give her chance to take a breath, a swig of water and to check through her mostly abandoned notes to ensure she hadn’t missed anything important.

Jeff bent to help Scott retrieve the multitude of brightly coloured plastic aircraft scattered across the floor in front of them before they became a trip hazard. At least their seats at the far end of the front row meant there was plenty of room for a little chaos.

An elderly gentleman tapped him on the shoulder, a look of expectation on his face and Jeff raced to remember what the prompt had actually been about. He failed, but scrabbled to introduce himself anyway, basking a little in the spark of recognition at the surname and the fact that in this crowd it was his connection to Her that merited it, rather than the minor NASA-specific fame that was attached to anyone who’d spent serious time on Alfie.

He smiled encouragingly as his neighbour launched into an excitable tirade about gamma ray bursts and wondered how far through the five minute break they were. Maybe he should take the opportunity to sneak one of Scotty’s snacks out of the small bag stashed under his chair. As soon as there was a decent gap in this chap’s monologue he’d apologise and…

The atmosphere suddenly changed as the hundreds of conversations shifted in tone from academic to amused with a heavy smattering of “awwwww!” The garrulous gamma enthusiast stopped and looked up and Jeff seized his moment, grabbing a cereal bar with his left hand and reaching for his son with the other.

The right hand closed on air.

Oh.

Oh no.

Oh he had messed up so very, very badly.

Reluctantly lifting his eyes to the only raised object in the room he was just in time to see the curly-haired Houdini complete his speed-toddle across the huge stage and leap into the arms of his crouching Mommy, who looked up and raised a mildly exasperated eyebrow in the direction of his guilt-ridden but helpless father.

He went to stand and approach the front of stage to retrieve his wayward offspring but she shook her head ever so slightly and stood up, hefting Scott a little higher so that his little legs straddled her swollen belly and turned back to the podium.

“I’d like to introduce you all, in person, to my most devoted research assistant. Some of you may remember him from such video conferences as “the one where the laptop learned to fly”, or “the one with the high pitched screaming” and not forgetting my personal favourite “the one with the minor explosion”… say hello to the nice astrophysicists, Scotty.”

There was more laughter, applause and a few more enthusiastic whoops. One of those might have been Jeff.

Scott, who had been making a grab for the microphone looked up at the sudden cacophony and blinked rapidly in the lights. He caught sight of his Dada and waved manically and Jeff couldn’t do anything other than wave back. His wife, free hand resting on the top of the podium, caught his eye and the soft little crinkles at the corners reassured him she wasn’t at all cross and the subtle little three-finger wave in his direction told him how glad she was he was there.

Lucy lifted her gaze to the rest of the audience and cleared her throat.

“Anyway… back to pulsars.”

The captivated crowd immediately silenced as she leapt again into the detail of the research group’s recent discoveries. She showed the way, they followed.

She carried them all with her.

Filled with pride, Jeff drifted to the sound of her voice and luxuriated in the invisible warmth she radiated, strong enough to bathe every soul in the room.

***

The assembled delegates laughed again and applauded and the speaker grinned. The noise died down slowly and he waited for absolute silence, eyes twinkling in the way they always had when he knew the punchline and couldn’t wait to share it. Of course, half the audience were TI employees and knew precisely what the CEO was unveiling - many of them had been working on it for months after all. And yet there wasn’t a metaphorical buttock in the auditorium that wasn’t perched on the edge of its metaphorical seat. It was just the way of things - he showed the way, they followed.

He carried them all with him.

“Anyway… back to that little announcement I promised you.”

There were a few whoops (one might have been Jeff).

The keynote speaker looked up and caught his father’s eye, the soft little crinkles at the corners revealing how delighted he was to see him there. Scott raised three fingers from the edge of the lectern in a subtle salute before continuing.

Filled with pride, Jeff drifted to the sound of his voice and luxuriated in the invisible warmth his son radiated, strong enough to bathe every soul in the room.

And she shone.

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[bluishfrog]

HAPPY 1-YEAR OF DRAWING ANNIVERSARY TO ME!

(Warning: slightly longer post incoming cause sometimes I gotta be a sentimental bitch ok? So let's go on a little trip down memory lane.)

This day, a year ago, I made my very first fanart. It was dnf (if that surprises you, then welcome to being on my blog for the very first time). I drew a little frog face too so I could use it as a watermark (fun fact: I still use that very same first one).

I immediately put my drawing up on twt because I told myself that I wasn't gonna be afraid of having people see that I was at the very beginning of this journey and had no clue what I was doing. That instead of being bad at art, I was gonna be awesome at being a beginner who doesn't know shit.

I started with little doodles and silly comics and then I laughed way too long when the first drawing of mine that gained some attention was a dnf butt joke. At the time I was trying to balance shipping and non-shipping art so I didn't even draw dnf that much but in hindsight it's probably the only possible way this could have gone.

At the very end of August I woke up to @honelle56 caps-locking at me in my messages - I was very confused and tired (I am no morning person and I will never be, fuck off with your mornings) because Dranart liked my drawing of singing Dream. Dranart was my 17th follower on twt which is a useless yet extremely funny fact about my time on that hellsite.

I also drew human!patches because a) patches was and will always be my favorite dteam member and b) it was a really cute trend and while I do love drawing dream, george and sapnap, I was also quite happy to try drawing anything but a white man for once. And I really liked how the drawing turned out.

Much, much later, I tried to draw my first slightly more realistic looking drawing. I was extremely confused on how to draw anything like this. Especially their hair gave me tons of trouble but given my experience, I think it's not a bad attempt.

When hijacked smp started I obviously wanted to participate, and I drew c!blu who doesn't associate with any side in particular but instead serves soup to everyone who visits her tavern 'The Soup House'. She also wants to be paid in stories from all around the map.

One of the events I was most excited about was dnf week. I even collaborated with two talented writers and I drew the corresponding art for two fics.

(Fun or not so fun fact: when twt had like three hundred collaborative aneurysms about the situation at that moment, that was when I created this tumblr account. I didn't use it super actively (I guess I needed another situation to fully make the switch) but I at least started the account that now developed quite a bit since then.)

I didn't really draw at all through January and February and I actually kinda thought I would move on from that hobby and fandom (not because of negative feelings, just because I didn't really have the urge to create anything within this fandom) and then situations happened and now I am here; and for some reason that is beyond any logic and my understanding I am now even more insane about dteam.

Wild to me but we are rolling with it now, I guess.

Since I got here, I drew more than ever (I actually think I might have made more drawings in the month since I got here than I made the whole rest of the year). There's just such an active and funny community here that cares about fan works for the sake of creating and not just because a CC might see it.

Unfortunately, Tumblr won't let me add more than 10 images in one post (maybe fortunately for everyone who has this monstrosity of a post on their dash). So if you want to see all the progress I made since I got here, you can look at everything in my art tag. For now, I will close this post with one of the art works from the past month that I like the most:

Can't wait to see what the next year might bring :)

Love, blu

[webhead3345]

This was born from two prompts I saw around the same time that seemed to go well together. This one and this one. (@candy8448, I don’t know if you’re interested but here’s this in case you are XD)

Tags: Hurt/comfort (I think?), Legend (LU), the Chain (LU), Ravio (even though I’ve never played a game with him), fires,

Words: 4,025

Legend’s House (fic beneath the cut)

Legend was babbling. He knew he was. But still, when they came across a mushroom alongside the road he found himself informing all the others that he only usually found those mushrooms in the forest and that the old potion witch could turn it into a handy magic dust.

The others listened with varying levels of interest, but no one tried to interrupt. Maybe that was only fair due to the rapt attention Legend always paid in the other Hyrules, or maybe they were actually interested in the little tidbits that he came across to talk about.

He didn’t really care either way. His chest was buzzing with excitement to finally be home again and for a chance to show his own Hyrule to the others. Of course, it wasn’t so sparkly and pristine as some of them, but just wait until they got to try his apples.

He knew it was harvest time by now and he hasn’t told them yet that he lived on an orchard, but once they got a taste of his uncle’s apples—

“How much farther?” Wind asked, practically jumping with excitement. Maybe Legend was putting it on too thick. If he got them to expect too much they would be disappointed in his humble abode. “Are we almost to your house?”

“Almost,” Legend shaded his eyes and looked up at the tree line. The fact that they were in a familiar area he’d avoided during his first adventure because it used to be crawling with brainwashed knights was swept from his mind at the sight in the sky. “Oh no.”

That drew all the Links’ attention and gazes turned up to look at the dark plume of smoke billowing up above the highest branches.

Legend’s buzzing excitement turned to worry in half a second, just before Wild voiced his fears. “That’s a fire.”

Legend didn’t wait for more confirmation. He kicked his heels, pegasus boots activating, and dashed toward his house.

He hardly heard the others shouting for him to wait or be careful, and barely registered that Four was right at his elbow keeping up, or the sound of Epona’s hooves behind.

The others would catch up, but they couldn’t wait a second. He skidded to a stop, then turned and took a sharp corner, Four following deftly just behind.

Then his legs froze up so fast he nearly rolled through the grass with all the momentum.

His orchard. His house. All of it was burning.

“No,” the gasp strangled out between his lips, but he didn’t have a second to waste. Ravio could still be inside. He could be in danger. And if that fire spread…

Legend steeled his nerves, shoving down all the emotions and words that wanted to rise up inside of him and he dashed in quiet with resolve.

The fire roared and crackled, but now he could hear voices shouting over the sound. Soot stained villagers from Kakariko were casting buckets of water at the hungry blaze, and some were running back to refill them at the river.

A purple tunic and hood caught Legend’s attention and all his intention to dart into the burning building faded with the sight.

Ravio was coughing into a hand and a woman—one who always shouted for the guards when Legend’s wanted poster had been everywhere—sat beside him, patting his back and bandaging his other hand.

Safe. Ravio was the only other person in the house. Legend didn’t really have many visitors. He turned his attention to the blaze instead.

It was a deadly threat, to everyone here and to the rest of Hyrule, especially Kakariko. If they didn’t stop the fire, it could spread who knew how far.

Legend dug his ice rod out of his pouch and rushed in to help with dousing the flames. He didn’t think of anything else the whole time he worked. Didn’t have time to talk when he passed villagers or when he noticed the other links had arrived at some point and were also aiding in the effort.

It didn’t seem like long at all before he had to drink one of his green potions, but he did so without a second thought and set to work again.

With the additional aid the villagers and heroes were actually managing to get the flames in check.

As the sun was setting that evening, Legend slumped to the ground in exhaustion. His ice rod tapped the dirt beside him and he nearly just dropped it, staring out at the vast expanse of broken remains of charred trees.

His charred trees. Withered and burnt fruits littered the black stained earth, disgusting and destroyed. Not sweet and bright red as they once had been.

His uncle had always boasted about Legend’s careful tending of the orchard. His watchful and meticulous eye over every bit of it, even at a young age. His praise had made the job three times the worth of doing, and quickly shooed away all the wild ideas he’d ever had of being a knight.

Now Legend stared at his orchard. His home. And the pounding of his heart didn’t quite slow as he took it in and finally the calm collected mask of a hero began to drop as he saw the ruins of the last remaining normalcy in his life.

“Legend?” Time’s voice resounded with that same deep-throated command. That calm collection he always wore.

“How did this happen?” Legend couldn’t bring himself to say more than that, staring out at his trees. His uncles trees. His livelihood and life beyond adventures.

A strong hand dropped on his shoulder. “Sometimes accidents happen. We’re lucky the fire didn’t spread further than this one farm.” Time gave him a slight tug. “We’d best be moving on, if we’re going to get to your place before nightfall.”

Legend’s eyes stung and his ears burned. All his boasting before seemed idiotic now. His hands trembled as he looked over the lands, but a new thought struck him before he had a chance to say much else.

No.

Legend spun around, dropping the ice rod completely and scrambled to his feet away from Time’s firm presence and back through the charred stumps of once healthy trees.

He passed villagers having burns tended, some by Hyrule and Warriors, and some by other members of the village. He passed Wind and Wild throwing balls of soot at each other and laughing at how blackened they already were.

He passed Four, Sky, and Twilight gathering newly arrived children together for an effort of bringing water to all the adults.

None of that seemed to matter at all. It didn’t take him long to make his way over the familiar path to the old shack he’d spent the majority of his life in.

His home. His uncle’s home before him. Everything that he had left of him. His hands were trembling again as he moved to the door—half off its hinges—and pushed against it, the wood still warm.

The door gave way and dropped into a mound of rubble just behind with a puff of ash. Legend stared at the remains of his small home.

Everything he’d had he’d saved within these walls. Thousands of collections. So many different items, both helpful and totally worthless strewn about in meticulously organized chests.

Legend stepped in, surveying the damage and hardly even noticing the dangerous way the ceiling creaked above him. Though he did see places where it had already caved in, bringing some of the walls with it.

They had to be here. If nothing else, Legend had to find his uncle’s sword and shield. The first weapons Legend had ever taken up and the last thing his caretaker had ever given him. They had to be here somewhere.

“Mr. Hero.” The voice was a nervous squeak.

Legend’s trembling fists tightened into balls and he hunched his shoulders up toward his ears. “Not now, Ravio.” He started in, digging through the ashy piles of ruin and searching for anything that might still be intact.

“But Mr. Hero…”

“What happened?” Legend demanded, shoving through another useless pile of rubble.

“I-I don’t know,” the merchant stuttered. “Everything was quiet and I was looking through my wares and I smelled smoke and I thought maybe the oven, but no, and then I checked outside but I didn’t see any signs and then there was a blaze inside and I didn’t know what to do and I-“

“My stuff,” Legend grunted as he pushed a beam out of the way. “Did you take out any of my stuff?”

Ravio’s silence was answer enough.

Legend kept digging.

===

They didn’t know what Legend was looking for, but whatever it was it was clear it was important to him.

The chain gathered at the fallen door of the old farmhouse and gazed in at the wreckage, and Sky couldn’t help but wonder who the unfortunately soul to lose their house so suddenly might be.

Did they go back with the townspeople when they’d left earlier? Did they have family to stay with until they could rebuild?

Legend was digging through the soot in a serious silence, already stained ashy black and gray from fighting the fire, his efforts were only making it worse.

Similarly, the boy dressed in purple sat near the door with a bunny hood pulled over his face and his head hanging. He didn’t even seem to notice them when they tried to speak to him and that made Sky wonder if this was his house.

Was Legend looking for something for the man?

Four was the first one to move, rolling up his sleeves and screwing his face with determination. “Well, this is gonna take forever if we make him do it alone.”

And then they all filtered into the house after Legend and started sifting through the wreckage for anything they might be able to salvage.

It was dark, the area lit with a few lanterns and candles now. They’d found various odd items in different conditions. A few dented pots that could be salvaged, a chest that was only half charred full of outfits that were a little worse off but not ruined.

They had a small collection near the doorway now, and the man in purple had since joined the search in a sullen silence, and he didn’t lift his hood.

Sky let out a little gasp when he lifted a beam to find a mutilated sword and shield beneath, dented and half melted, and twisted in so many ways it shouldn’t be, he nearly left it there.

But his expression of surprise drew Legend’s gaze momentarily as it always did when they found something new.

Only this time the Veteran didn’t turn straight back to his work. He let out a strangled gasp and climbed over a hill of rubble between them before dropping to his knees in the ash and reaching a hesitant hand toward the sword and shield.

His fingers were trembling.

“Is this what we’ve been looking for, Legend?” Sky’s quiet question drew more gazes, but Legend still didn’t answer.

He didn’t touch the sword either. He pulled his hand back and hugged it to his chest as though he’d been burned and he didn’t move.

“Legend?” Sky lowered himself to a knee next to him, but the hero still didn’t look at him.

He’d been getting the idea for a while now that this meant more to Legend than some request from the owner. This was more personal than just some orchard in his Hyrule.

Sky set a gentle hand on his arm and the younger teen didn’t even seem to notice. “Legend. Is this your home?”

His shoulders hiked higher and his ears pinned against his head. And then it struck the Veteran at once and his shoulders started to shake.

Sky’s hold on his arm tightened and carefully he pulled himself closer and wrapped his arms around the tiny hero, who curled up and crumpled only seemed smaller.

Legend didn’t move to return the hug or seem to notice it at all. He still faced toward the sword, curled inward, and cried silent tears.

Sky waved the others off. He didn’t know if they realized what was going on by the sight of Sky hugging Legend, or if they were just ready to listen to any guidance given, but they backed away and gave the Veteran some space.

After another few minutes, the quiet hiccuping breathes choked off and Legend’s body stiffened, as if noticing the arms around him for the first time.

“I’m fine,” he said in a hoarse voice, gently pushing Sky’s arms off him and still not looking his direction as he scrubbed at his face. “I’m fine.”

By the reverent, almost scared, way he picked up the shattered and melted blade and shield and carried them out of the house with a hanging head, Sky didn’t really believe him.

===

“Ah, the comforts of an inn,” Warriors said sarcastically as he dropped onto one of the beds. “I guess we can’t blame the Veteran for failing to calculate a fire into his schedule, but I’d certainly hoped we were closer to his house than this.”

“Warriors!” Sky’s snap was enough to draw everyone’s attention in the room. “Didn’t you put it together?”

Their whispers floated over Legend’s ears like distant waves. He squeezed the sheet in front of him where he faced the wall, but he didn’t move more than that.

“That house was Legend’s.”

Sky’s simple words brought a silence to the others. Legend hated that even more. The pitying looks he knew—could feel—were being pointed in his direction. Not least of those coming from Sky who’d seen the way he lost it by his uncle’s old sword.

It was broken, beyond repair. It would never be used again.

Legend closed his eyes and tried to push the thoughts away. Tried to drown them in the idea that this was just another adventure and someday he would go back and find his home waiting for him.

It didn’t work. Even as each of his companions dropped off one by one, Legend couldn’t sleep.

Ravio had burned his hands trying to put out the fires. Knowing that made Legend feel a little guilty for blaming him for the whole thing, even if he’d never voiced any blame for the merchant to hear.

He knew the others wanted to talk without him by the not-so-covert glances they kept sending at him, so he took Ravio for a walk to get his hands rebandaged so they could have the chance.

He felt sick the whole way, half because of what he knew had happened, and half because he knew exactly what they had to talk about. He didn’t know if he could take any pitying looks. If he could take that constant reminder and that shame.

He could use more Red Potion. He considered for more than just a minute sneaking out the back of town and making his way to the witch’s to buy more.

But time wouldn’t really gain him anything. In the end, he would have to face them again, and when that time came, it wouldn’t be different than it was going to be now. There was no point in prolonging the inevitable, so together he and Ravio made their way back toward the inn and the ring of heroes gathered before it.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Hero,” Ravio said quietly, fiddling with his sleeves over his newly bandages hands. “I-“

“It’s not your fault.” Legend’s words came out harsher than he intended, but Ravio didn’t try to take the blame again.

That was the last thing Legend wanted to be talking about when they re-entered the ring of heroes. Not to mention it wasn’t Ravio’s fault for all he could tell. He had to keep reminding himself of that.

The Chain was serious and quiet when they stepped up to the circle. It was a stiff silence that made Legend feel awkward.

He was about to break into it with an ill-tempered comment, but Ravio was faster.

“I suppose now would be a bad time to bring up the new flame-proof merchandise I have in store?” He chuckled a little beneath the bunny hood he hadn’t removed since the fire. “But the again, I’d hate to see the same happen to any of you and I’d be willing to part with a sample for only thirty-one odd rupees.”

Wind spluttered his shock, but Legend pushed Ravio’s words aside. “Well, I don’t have anywhere to take us to stay better than this. We might as well get down to business sooner than later. No sense sitting around doing nothing.”

“Legend…” Sky’s voice was soft and all too full of pity. Legend glared at him. It wouldn’t surprise him if the Skyloftian had spilled all the juicy details of Legend’s breakdown while he was away. Sky snapped his mouth shut at the look, but he lifted his chin and firmed his expression.

“We’re not leaving just yet,” Time said, crossing his arms.

“Yeah? Why not?”

Four hefted a hammer over his shoulder and gave a crooked smile. “Because we’ve got work to do.”

Legend blinked at him.

“We can’t replace everything you’ve lost,” Sky said softly, “but we’d like to help with what we can.”

Legend’s eyes burned again and his face grew hot. He pinned his ears and forced a half-hearted sneer. “Do what you want. I won’t stop you.”

Most of them grinned at that. They turned to start the trek toward where there was still a smoldering smoke in the air above his old house, and Legend felt off balance.

They took his comment with none of their own, their easy smiles and their willingness to help.

All his years on the road and adventuring, of course he’d had people help him, but…

Not like this. He’d never once experienced what it felt like to be on the other end of all those insistent quest, only he didn’t even have anything to offer to them in return.

He folded his arms in front of him and ducked his head as the reality sank in of how much he lost and how much their words meant to him. “Guys?”

The heroes ahead of him stopped at his tone, glancing over shoulders and casting him inquisitive looks.

Legend tightened his fingers in his sleeves and forced himself to meet each of their gazes, even if only for a second. “Thanks.”

Warrior’s grin broadens. “Don’t thank us yet. Who knows what this house is gonna turn out like.”

“Yeah! I don’t expect us to do all the work, either,” Wild said, waving for Legend to follow them. “C’mon! We never even saw the house when it was whole.”

Legend rolled his eyes and threw his hands into the air. “That’s not how side-quests are supposed to work and you know it!” But he was smirking too when he followed after them, Ravio dogging his heels.

The heroes made fast work, and even some of the villagers came to help. At least now that they considered Legend and hero and not a fugitive they were more than happy to lend a hand here and there.

He was especially glad for the presence of an actual builder to make sure his new house was sturdy and not just a pile of wood slapped together.

Legend went out to survey his trees, and some actually managed to survive on the outer edge, though a lot of them were saplings he only planted recently.

Legend tended to the endangered remains of his apple trees in a reverent silence, and once he sat back on his heels, wiping his face with dirt covered hands and looking at one of the small trees, he felt his throat tighten.

It wasn’t all gone. He hadn’t lost everything. He smiled and ran his fingers down one of the branches. “The next batch is sure to be the best one yet, Uncle. Just you wait and see.”

The heroes worked hard on the small cottage until they had it completed. They all cheered as Legend stepped into his newly built home and looked around.

The charred remains of salvaged goods sat in one corner, and in the other was a pile of new furniture the chain had either built or bought—he wasn’t sure because he hadn’t seen any of it until this moment—precariously wobbling as if it was ready to fall any second.

It was small and cozy, and so similar to what he grew up in, even if the differences were glaring and obvious. They were beautiful too.

Sky had carved some extra designs into the mantle when Legend mentioned the old one had engravings, but Sky’s were clearly from a practiced Skyloftian, depictions of loftwings, the Triforce, and pumpkins for some reason.

Wild somehow had a picture of the Chain framed on the wall, and Wind had hung hooks and shelves all over one side of the house for Legend’s various instruments.

Time and Warriors had worked together on his endlessly creaky door and actually got it to stop being the way it always was, and Hyrule and Twilight cleaned the whole place so it was more spotless than ever.

Legend stared at it, but his eyes caught on the empty hooks above the fireplace. The hooks that should’ve had something of great family importance hanging on them.

His heart twinged, but this moment was honestly too happy to let something like that bother him. He’d just have to find one of the weapons from his adventures to display there when this was all over.

“Ledge?” Four stopped just behind him and Legend turned to find him holding the shattered blade and shield in front of him.

His uncle’s weapons had been mended as well as their mangled frames would allow. They were still bent and melted and in no way sturdy, but they were certainly more suit for display now.

Legend took them gently and he couldn’t even bring himself to meet the smithy’s eyes. He just stared at that blade and his reflection in it. His dumbfounded and awestruck reflection.

All this. For him?

“Well? You gonna hang it up or stand there staring all day? Trust me, a real mirror would work a lot better than a battered blade.”

Legend snorted and raised his eyebrows at Warriors. “I haven’t a doubt that you would know.”

He turned and lifted them above the fireplace, and he paused after he’d set them on display, looking at the weapons that started this all. A small smile pulled at the corners of his lips. “I think we’ll be okay, Uncle.”

He turned and found all the heroes watching him with satisfied smiles, and even Ravio had his hood down in the corner where he was setting up a tiny shop.

He met Four’s eyes and gave him a single nod of thanks, then he stepped away from the fireplace. “I’ve got good friends watching my back,” he murmured.

“What?” Warrior’s grinned as he raised a hand to his ear. “I didn’t quite catch that.”

Legend rolled his eyes and shoved past him playfully. “None of your business, fancy pants.” He paused in the doorway and breathed in the fresh air of a northern wind, already blowing away the smoky scent. “Thank you all. You have no idea how much this means to me.”

Quiet murmured ascent drifted through the room after his statement. Then Wind broke through it all. “Does that mean we can stay here for free?”

Ravio opened his mouth and Legend had to rush to get the words out first. “Of course you can!”

Ravio hunched his shoulders and Legend smirked at him.

At least in this house he knew, even when this was all over, he would have a home and at least one friend to come back to.

He turned to look it over again and his chest warmed. And with all these reminders, he would remember each and every one of them.

[livythewriter]

Can't Stop Calling You (Vision x Reader)

Word count: 843

Warnings: Excessive fluff, angst if you squint, talk of fatal diseases.

I couldn’t go a day without calling him. I just couldn’t. It was something about his voice, about the deep, yet slightly cracking voice of the red synthezoid that made my heart go wild. I just needed to hear his voice at least once a day, the voice of The Vision.

Today was no different. My phone buzzed as I rang Vision’s number up on it.

Finally, the android’s voice rang through the phone. “Hello?”

“Heyyyy, it is so nice to call you! How are you?” I asked, kicking my feet in the air on my bed.

“I am alright, though I do not understand why you are calling me right now. We just spoke earlier today.” Vision said, chuckling.

“Just wanted to hear your voice!” I drew out the last word.

“You humans are certainly… interesting in your likes and dislikes.” Vision said, hesitating as if he didn’t know what to say.

Something about the way he said that made me start to wonder if he was even enjoying these phone calls. I mean, I did call him every single day, it had to have gotten annoying after a while. I sighed, “I’m sorry, am I calling you too much? I can stop calling as much if you’d like.” 

Vision must have heard the insecurity in my voice because he immediately spoke, his voice calm and reassuring. “No, no, it’s alright. I mean, I do not really understand the point of phone calls, perhaps because it makes my phone lag a bit,” it was true, Tony had given him quite a rundown phone, something I cursed him for every day when Vision would struggle with the phone, “but I do quite enjoy calling with you for some reason. I’m just… I guess I’m just not exactly sure why you like the sound of my voice in particular? Is there anything special about it or something? I do not believe there is anything special about my voice.”

“I don’t know, I just like hearing your voice, especially through this phone. Something about the idea that even if you aren’t here with me physically, you’re still here in spirit, is kind of comforting. And I like the way your voice sounds, just something about it relaxes me.” I realized I had spilled too much, and immediately shut up, worried he would think I was too clingy and hang up.

After a few moments of silence, Vision finally spoke up, “I see. For some reason, hearing you say this makes me very happy. I am deeply appreciative of your sentiment, and will think about it if I ever feel downbeat. I would like to also say, I enjoy your voice, too. The way it sounds to my ears is… pleasing, in a way that none of the other Avengers’ voices are, even Wanda’s voice.”

Everything he said made my cheeks heat up, especially the part about him thinking about what I said to cheer him up.

I stayed in a stunned silence for a few seconds, before Vision said, “I am deeply sorry if I have caused you any discomfort with what I just said. I was hoping that with what you said, you would be alright with me being a bit honest as well. But I understand if I have made you uncomfortable, and sincerely apologize.”

I immediately rushed to reassure him, “No no no, it’s fine, I was just… flattered. Thank you. No one has said that about my voice before.” I said sheepishly.

“I am genuinely surprised at that. I would have assumed that more people had pointed out just how therapeutic your voice is, and I am quite frankly disappointed that no one else has noticed this fact.” Vision said matter-of-factly.

I blushed, “Well, it’s not exactly a fact, moreso an opinion. But I appreciate it, genuinely.”

“I know that it is just my humble opinion, but for some reason, despite that, to me it feels like a simple fact. One that everyone should know.”

“Stoooop, you’re making me blush.” I said, giggling.

“I am sorry if I caused you any discomfort-”

“No, it’s just something that people say when they’re flustered. It doesn’t mean they actually want you to stop. I know, I struggle with that a bit too.”

“Oh, alright. Is there anything else you would like to talk about, or do you need to depart now?” Vision asked.

“Actually, do you think you could tell me more about infectious diseases?” I told Vision that diseases were a special interest of mine,

“Have I told you about the bubonic plague already?”

“Yeah. But you can talk about it again.”

“Nonsense. I want you to hear about as many new diseases as your heart desires. Now, I’ve learned about this one, called the pneumonic plague, which can be fatal within 18 to 24 hours if left untreated-” Vision continued to talk about this plague, and I listened intently, being practically lulled to sleep by his relaxing voice, despite the tragic details about the disease being relayed to me by him.

[beacedocrime]

Welcome to

Artemis reads:

I could hear a lot of words often repeated, queer words, for there were many nationalities in the crowd; so I quietly got my polyglot dictionary from my bag and looked them out. I must say they were not cheering to me, for amongst them were "Ordog"—Satan, "pokol"—hell, "stregoica"—witch, "vrolok" and "vlkoslak"—both of which mean the same thing, one being Slovak and the other Servian for something that is either were-wolf or vampire. (Mem., I must ask the Count about these superstitions)

Imagine being like "hmmm I wonder what these people are talking about, let me look through my dictionary" and this is what you find, geez.

Also "I must ask the Count about these superstitions". No actually. You mustn't.

When we started, the crowd round the inn door, which had by this time swelled to a considerable size, all made the sign of the cross and pointed two fingers towards me. With some difficulty I got a fellow-passenger to tell me what they meant; [...] he explained that it was a charm or guard against the evil eye. This was not very pleasant for me, just starting for an unknown place to meet an unknown man;

Yeah, definitely not terrifying. At all. Don't worry though I'm sure he'll be perfectly safe guys.

but I noticed that goitre was painfully prevalent.

Someone else has pointed this out, but I figured I'd also mention it just in case. People with goitre would often wear bandages around their neck, either to heal from the removal or to hide the symptoms, as back then the only known way to heal from it was to remove the thyroid. (Please tell me if I got smth wrong here so I can correct it)

However, we as the reader are well aware of Dracula's nature, and the fact that so many people were wearing bandages around their neck makes one wonder.

The road was rugged, but still we seemed to fly over it with a feverish haste. I could not understand then what the haste meant, but the driver was evidently bent on losing no time in reaching Borgo Prund. [...]

and they kept speaking to him, one after the other, as though urging him to further speed. He lashed the horses unmercifully with his long whip, and with wild cries of encouragement urged them on to further exertions. [...]

The excitement of the passengers grew greater; the crazy coach rocked on its great leather springs, and swayed like a boat tossed on a stormy sea. I had to hold on. [...]

One by one several of the passengers offered me gifts, which they pressed upon me with an earnestness which would take no denial; these were certainly of an odd and varied kind, but each was given in simple good faith, with a kindly word, and a blessing, and that strange mixture of fear-meaning movements which I had seen outside the hotel at Bistritz—the sign of the cross and the guard against the evil eye. [...]

We could see now the sandy road lying white before us, but there was on it no sign of a vehicle. The passengers drew back with a sigh of gladness, which seemed to mock my own disappointment. [...]

said to the others something which I could hardly hear, it was spoken so quietly and in so low a tone; I thought it was "An hour less than the time." [...]

"There is no carriage here. The Herr is not expected after all. He will now come on to Bukovina, and return to-morrow or the next day; better the next day."

Just... all of this. Them trying so hard to save Jonathan, to stall, to get him not to go there. All that anxiety built up over the sheer speed of the carriage, how everyone seemed to urge the driver on, only to find out that it was all for some hope that maybe it would save him. The passengers giving him all sorts of gifts (protection), things that they had to protect themselves.

It's just so... they don't know him, and yet here they are, doing all this.

Then, amongst a chorus of screams from the peasants and a universal crossing of themselves, a calèche, with four horses, drove up behind us, overtook us, and drew up beside the coach.

And then this happens, and all their hope, all their efforts, for nothing.

It seemed to me that we were simply going over and over the same ground again; and so I took note of some salient point, and found that this was so. [...]

By-and-by, however, as I was curious to know how time was passing, I struck a match, and by its flame looked at my watch; it was within a few minutes of midnight. This gave me a sort of shock, for I suppose the general superstition about midnight was increased by my recent experiences.

I figure that them going in circles is just Dracula biding time for whatever is to happen once midnight strikes, with the added benefit of maybe disorienting Jonathan too.

I must have been asleep, for certainly if I had been fully awake I must have noticed the approach of such a remarkable place.

Now, I'm aware that Dracula has the ability to lull people into a sleep-like trance (or smth like that) and I am wholly convinced that this is what happened here. Who knows how much of the road Jonathan lost before becoming aware once again?

What sort of place had I come to, and among what kind of people? What sort of grim adventure was it on which I had embarked?

Oh Jonny boy you have no idea

Solicitor's clerk! Mina would not like that. Solicitor—for just before leaving London I got word that my examination was successful; and I am now a full-blown solicitor!

And more mentions of Mina! I can't wait to actually meet her. What I know of her and her and Jonathan's relationship is really fun, and smth very exciting to look to.

"Welcome to my house! Enter freely and of your own will!" [...]

"Welcome to my house. Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring!" [...]

"I am Dracula; and I bid you welcome, Mr. Harker, to my house. Come in; the night air is chill, and you must need to eat and rest."

Ah, yes, totally normal welcomes. And three of them too. Nothing that stands out at all, no siree (though "and leave something of the happiness you bring" is actually a very good way to welcome someone. I'd love to hear those words when entering someone's home)

The strength of the handshake was so much akin to that which I had noticed in the driver, whose face I had not seen, that for a moment I doubted if it were not the same person to whom I was speaking;

No, Jonathan, whatever could you mean? The carriage rider and the Count being the same person? Preposterous!

"Nay, sir, you are my guest. It is late, and my people are not available. Let me see to your comfort myself."

Ah, yes. Your people. Your staff. The staff that definitely exist. That staff. Of course.

I am all in a sea of wonders. I doubt; I fear; I think strange things, which I dare not confess to my own soul. God keep me, if only for the sake of those dear to me!

This poor man just wants to do a good job in his business trip. But the HORRORS. THE HORRORS WONT LET HIM

May 4 / May 7

[chatter-crow]

2000 words of a lu x aoc fic that i wrote at midnight

ignore any editing stuff i just wanted to put this out there.

word count: 2125

tw for gore and wilds general trauma (tell me if i missed anything)

Fuck!” Wild shouted, stumbling out of the portal directly into mud that covered their freshly cleaned boots. 

A chorus of ‘language!’ followed their exclamation, along with a few more… colorful curses, presumably from Legend and Wind, who Wild knew plotted together to come up with weird ways to get away with their swears. 

Looking around, this Hyrule was… a wreck. It wouldn’t be the first time they had been thrown directly into a battlefield, but this seemed more wide-scale than before, more than just a black-blooded monster camp. 

“Anyone know this place?” Time called from where he was drawing his blade. 

….it seemed familiar to Wild, but they couldn’t quite put their finger on why. 

Oh. 

Oh. 

Was that Vah fucking Naboris? 

At Fort Hateno, which they had just realized it was-

-Where, when, how they had died, guardians swarming the walls and breaking down the albeit flimsy barricades, monsters and soldiers alike dripping blood and falling, glitching, a tear of black blood that shouldn’t exist in a universe that shouldn’t exist. 

“I know where we are,” Wild called, eliciting murmurs from their companions. 

“This was, is a hundred years before my current era. It’s where I got all this,” they said, vaguely gesturing to the scars marring their left side. “But… things are different, I think. Vah Naboris, the giant camel thing, isn’t supposed to be here, it wasn’t here, less soldiers, less monsters.” 

A mutter of ‘oh shit, cub,’ from Twilight. 

“Well, we know alternate timelines are possible, considering the fact that Twilight and Wind both come after Time, maybe it could be like that? Although, I don’t know what could have caused the split, you didn’t really do much time travel…” Four said, his eyes flashing purple. Vio, then. 

That would mean… the champions made it, considering the blue glow of Vah Naboris above them. Wild must have lived in this timeline, but how? What could have altered the course of history so much that the very basis, catalyst of Wild’s adventure hadn’t yet happened-

“You alright?” Hyrule had his hand on Wild’s shoulder, making them startle from their thoughts. 

Wild nodded, and began mapping out their plan. This world’s version of them would be with Flora, Zelda, by the fort’s wall, fighting for their- his life. They laid out the plan to their comrades and they set off to change the past, and maybe the future. 

When they arrived at the walls of the fort, it was all wrong, a girl who looked suspiciously like Paya but significantly less nervous, gripping the hand of a long-haired Flora and running, but there were- Blights, glowing green and neon amber and blazing bright shining blue-white-purple-pink-red-black twisting malice and now Wild, Link, Wild, Lin, Link, the other, the better, the one who didn’t fail, who couldn’t fail, was surrounded, the abominations, how were they out of the Divine Beasts, shuddering and spasming when the blade of ThunderBlight connected with his own and the electricity wracked his scarless body, it had to stay that way, Wild wouldn’t let it become twisted, puckered red scars up and down making it hard to move or even exist- 

They had to change it.

They wouldn’t let another child, not even eighteen, be ruined by the malice that had destroyed them a thousand times over and hopefully never would again. 

Wild drew their blade, sturdy iron they hadn’t managed to break (yet) forged by Green, Red, Blue, Vio, who were one and yet all their own, and pushed their already burning legs, forcing themself to sprint past the tearful form of Flora, Zelda, and slammed into Thunderblight, reaching into the dripping malice that twisted in a broken human musculature, twisting around itself and into itself and it was so painfully human but it was a glitching, flawed creation of the one thing that had sworn to destroy Wild in an endless cycle of hatred and violence and would never end until the universe collapsed in on itself and even then the loathing would still exist, just like Wild would never be able to truly die, their consciousness passing into void like it should have so long ago-

Wild ripped, pulling at the orange-yellow-pink-blue-white of the wires and gears and screws and delicate engineering that must have taken years to design and build and put together and later be rebuilt by Ganon and twisted into something unholy but could be destroyed in an instant by one teen out for vengeance and blood. 

Wild pulled, and ripped and tore, ignoring the pain tearing through their remaining arm, it didn’t matter as long as the other them made it out, ignoring the way the sticky, almost slimy texture of the false hair made them want to revolt away and scream and rock back and forth and jump and scream and shake their hands until they couldn’t feel anything except the click click click of their bones. 

The eye, flickering red-pink and blue and orange and gone and back again and their friends, comrades, family, their siblings were there right alongside them, tearing into the Blights with the rage of a thousand fires, the ones that had consumed Wild’s home and the creatures they’d connected with when they’d had no memory other than the name Link, the Age of Burning Fields elders had spoken of and they knew they'd been there but couldn’t remember, why couldn’t they remember, the flames and everything gone-

-Flames, Time was taking on Windblight with a blade engulfed in flames, Four scrambling up and digging their hands into its mask, face,  and Wild could tell how much it hurt her to destroy the delicate machinery that he would love to spend hours taking apart and figuring out the inner workings, but was ripping it apart nonetheless, the tufts of malice-born hair seemingly harmless to the short hero unlike the way it made Wild need to hit and scream and shake and flap their hands and never talk again-

Hyrule and Wind were assaulting Fireblight, using their small frames to escape the slow and heavy hits of its flame-engulfed hair before darting in with quick hits to steadily chip away at the beast’s stamina while Legend shouted something, most likely a spell or charm of some sort and a burst of silvery ice enveloped Fireblight, cracking away as the aforementioned pair of heroes stabbed and sliced like fully trained warriors despite teaching themselves-

-warriors, Warriors and Sky, fighting Waterblight, who had killed and murdered and broken the frail little body of Mipha, the graceful Zora who Wild was sure they had once loved and had sobbed into the shattered body of when their first battle had ended and wished more than anything she was still here, would she still love them with how they’d changed? Would she love their lack of memory? The scars that marred every inch of them, even if they weren’t physical? Warriors and Sky knew about Mipha, and were unleashing hell onto Waterblight for the pain it has caused Wild, their little sibling who couldn’t remember but still loved anyways from all they’d been told.  Sky had that odd whiplike item in his hand, snagging it around the icy-cryonis mace-flail (since when did it have a mace?) and twisting it around the spindly limbs of the monster, pulling back for Warriors to live up to his namesake and use all the training he’d ever been given and avenge someone he’d never even met and Wild would hug him tighter than they’d ever hugged anyone, even Flora after she and Wild had fallen from the sky, no longer a dragon but not fully Hylian anymore, but still Wild’s one, their only, not love but something different, but still perfect in their eyes and the best person in their life and the now evening had given way to twilight but it didn’t matter because Wild could just hold her forever because it had been forever, for Flora, the twilight made her-

-Twilight was beside Wild, grinning in the wolfish way that showed teeth that were just a bit too sharp to be human, slicing Thunderblight with the sword Wild’s own had been modeled after and laughing at the high shrieks it let out as more of the almost white pinkish liquid goop that made up its insides spilled into the mud with each attack, by Wild’s side like they had always been since they were just a Satori-blessed kid wandering the Great Plateau with no memories other than the name ‘Link’, and remained by their side now during their fight for the life they were never able to see because of the monsters surrounding them that were being slaughtered by the people Wild cared about most and it would have been almost poetic if not for the carnage surrounding them and the terrified princess and knight who they would massacre the world for them and give their life and-

The monsters were gone. 

The Blights, shattered into nothing but chunks of the broken technology and a mess of gloom and malice and the world seemed to hold its breath for a moment as the people inside it caught up with what they’d done in a flash of rage. All that was left was a pale man wrapped in the blacks and reds and gold of a Yiga, keening in pain and looking more scared than anyone Wild had ever seen. 

“NO! No, no, no, everything I’ve worked for, my Lord, no, how?” He collapsed to his knees. “I did everything you told me, Lord Ganon, don’t, it’s not me, I didn’t do anything, I’ve been working for this my-argh-entire life, you- you can’t! I dedicated-fucking hell, aughgmmh-my life to following you, only you, my lord, I gave my blood for you-, you said I would be your new vessel and that I would be able-augh-to fix it all and they would return and I would see- I would see-aughmphh-Amelie, and she wouldn’t be-” 

 The core floating above his hand pulsed with malice, and the man began to groan and cry out in apparent agony as gloom similar to what had taken Wild’s arm began to make its way up his arms, a black starburst on his jaw, spreading to his mouth nose eyes, consuming his body, turning his hands arms legs face red black pink wrong stringy bad and his eyes dark except the bright amber yellow too bright too bad of malice-infected pupils and those too, began to dissolve with a sickening pop pop pop and rolled in the loosening skin of his eyelids and the gloom infected body crackled crackled crackled and the red black pink took his body up up up, why was it doing that, until there all that remained was the thud of the infected core falling to the ground and flecks of malice slowly raining down down down like a blood moon. 

“...what the actual fuck.” said Wind to the agreement of their companions.

Is that what would have happened if Rauru didn’t give me his arm? Wild wondered.

The teens who the chain had been protecting (even if they didn’t know) began to approach

Other-Flora tapped Time on the shoulder from behind, startling at the sight of his eye-or lack thereof-and tattoos. “politely saying who the fuck are you and why are you here.”

“Hello, Princess. You can call me Time. We’re… a militia of sorts,” he rumbled, looking at Zelda with faint amusement in his gaze. 

Legend interjected, saying “We are not a fucking militia, fuck the government.” 

“Ledge, hate to break it to you but you’re literally talking to the government right now. Also language, there are children here,” Warriors butted in. 

“I-princesses don’t count, they don’t have duties and shit yet,” Legend snorted back. “Also, if you’re talking about Wind, I can assure you he’s been thoroughly corrupted.” 

“What about Fable, hm? And I was talking about Hyrule. ” 

“Fair enough, but Fable’s my sister, I only act like I hate her because it’s funny.”

“Like what you do with us?”

“No, I hate all of you, except maybe Hyrule-Oh, stop giving me that look, I don’t hate you Wild. You and Hyrule are the only decent ones.” 

“Sap.”

“Shut up.” 

The pair dissolved into bickering with Time stepping past them to speak with Zelda. 

“Sorry about them, they’re temperamental idiots who take any chance to argue while the adults are speaking,” he said through gritted teeth, earning a ‘fuck off!’ from Legend and a mutter of ‘I will not tell them you dug a pit trap, I will not tell them you dug a pit trap j, I will not tell them you dug a pit trap, I will not…’ from Warriors. 

[pernesophe]

Therapy

by Persephone

“You’re so self aware!” my third therapist says to me before ghosting me.

Thanks, but I didn’t even finish a third of my trauma in this 50 minute session.

I actually only got through my childhood trauma - thank you again for not taking the family chart I so carefully drew out to help you keep track of my family dynamics which led to the trauma. 

If you took me seriously from the start, then you wouldn’t be staring at me with such an overwhelmed look on your face. You are the professional here, right?

I still have middle and high school, my assault at 16, my best friend moving away a year later and my friend group falling apart as a result - hello loneliness, my old friend - to get through. 

Oh yeah, and for whatever reason my assault seemed to jumpstart my parent’s divorce - so much for staying together “for the kids” - my siblings got them through graduation at the very least. Just not me.

Oh, and that divorce by the by? Nobody told me that we were moving - I just came home from school one day to all of my things packed up and my mom directed me to take apart their 4 post bed. The renters showed up an hour later - I had no idea what was going on. I cried, and nobody in my family comforted me - only the strangers across the driveway who were moving into my home said “it’ll be okay.”

What would? I had no idea where I was going until my mom dropped me off at my dad’s house with his girlfriend and her son - hello blended family. Goodbye nuclear family as my mom drove the hour and a half to my grandma’s house with my brother and sister to live there.

I, of course, threw myself into school, work and friends. I dated three brothers in a row and nobody had the sense to come say, “Hey are you doing okay?” but the boys’ mom did ask me to get her eldest son a therapist when I was 17 and he was 23, so at least someone was looking out for somebody, I guess.

Oh where was I again? Right, blended family. Good, at first - they really tried - but I slept on the couch for the first month because my room was filled with boxes and I didn’t have a bed yet. Maybe that’s why I still sleep on the couch today? 

That’s also when my dad started treating me like my sister - like I was rebelling against everything, when still, months after that fact no one explained to me what the fuck was going on. I was expected to jump in line - just be normal.

So, because every adult around me wanted to act childish while I was hauling schoolwork out the ass and working like crazy - I moved in with my boyfriend in the city at 18 secretly without telling my dad - my mom and sister had to tell him at work one day. 

That’s correct - the 23 year old who I did not find a therapist for. 

My dad and I still aren’t the same all these years later. We’re kind and polite to each other - we love each other - but we just don’t talk about what happened. I felt really angry at first, but now I just feel guilty about it all of the time, so we only talk every few months now.

It was a whirlwind from there - my memory is real shit for these next few years to be honest - I remember IB exams, working, running wild with friends, so many drugs, and then graduation followed by the start of fall semester at VCU.

For everything I had kept running for so long - it was just a facade - because I crashed and burned after that, hard. I don’t remember how it happened, from living at my boyfriend’s, and then breaking up and still hanging with his group of friends, to that casual relationship with DC that was so toxic. I spent one, maybe two thanksgivings with DC and his family - all kind people, but a little broken, like all of us. Before I started dating the third brother - love was something I so desperately wanted to attain - I ended it with DC who said he was going to tell me he loved me. I told him I didn’t feel the same way, and then the middle brother told me he didn’t love me back - a little ironic wouldn’t you agree? But it only took a week for him to tell me that he actually did love me. Boys, amiright? 

At that time his mom kicked him out, DC didn’t want anything to do with me, and I still couldn’t be around my family - so we lived in between my car and his brother’s for a summer. When the cold months hit I swallowed my pride and asked my mom if we could move in with her, and she said yes. Even though I never used the word “homeless” my mom made sure to drill in the fact that I chose to do that. Of course I did, but at the same time, when home isn’t safe enough to want to return to - is it really a home? 

Anyway, back to the point, we dated for two years - the whole time he asked me ‘why are we even dating’ whenever we would fight - before I ever broke up with him. I ended it after I cheated on him with one of my best friend’s roommates when I went to visit her, and still the only explanation for why I cheated is because I just wanted to feel wanted. 

I never told the middle brother - it seemed like it would just add insult to injury. Of course, when I did finally end it, he asked me why, and all I could say was ‘I’m not really sure why we’re even dating’. He was heartbroken that I said that, but my heart had already been broken and decayed for a long time by then.

Finally - finally - I was free of all of that mess. My family seemed healthier now - both my mom and sister were in therapy and making real changes in their lives. I started to feel safer. I thought I’d take a break from dating, until I met my current partner.

Life and exuberance incarnate walked into my life at 5'4 and a hundred-something pounds - I have never clicked, nor do I think I’ll ever click with someone like I have with him. 

The only unfortunate piece is the tension among his friend group when I entered. I think it was run of the mill, and I think I perceived it to be worse than it was, but it was enough to trigger all of my previous baggage. I am glad that I stuck through the discomfort for where I am now and the fact that he is still very much in my life, but it was difficult. 

I think for many in that house, it felt like walking on eggshells - which I was used to with my upbringing - but the main difference is that I knew my family dynamics but I didn’t know his friends’. Add in the perceived tension and the fear of abandonment from ‘messing this up’ and I suddenly became the most anxious version of myself. 

For me, everything was so intense. I thought so excruciatingly long and hard about my breathing, how much I was blinking, eye contact - too much or too little, my facial expression, how I held my body, how I sat in a chair, if standing by this wall or in this corner or sitting in this seat was okay, or if I was opening myself up to ridicule by doing the wrong thing. Because I was new I didn’t want to ask what was wrong or right and be deemed weird, and unfortunately nobody was just telling me if I did something wrong or if it was connected to something else entirely. 

In that year and a half I became the least authentic version of myself, because I so badly wanted this relationship, and at the same time I think I desperately wanted to feel accepted. 

I think underneath it all I understood that this was a me issue in a lot of ways. Still, it was hard and I was triggered and got my feelings hurt a lot. When everyone coupled up and moved into their own homes - they kept hanging out, but I just stopped going and I made a lot of excuses for why when my partner and his friends told me that I was wanted. That I was missed. That people did crave my presence. Really, I think in my heart of hearts I knew I just wasn’t ready. I tried for so long to just be, but I never felt comfortable being. I needed to take the time to figure that out without anyone else. I needed to make myself really believe what they were saying before I reintegrated. 

Reintroducing: loneliness. 

It was different this time though, because I kept seeing everyone else around me doing well and having fun, but for some reason I was being left behind. Every person I talked to just said “it’s hard for everyone, just keep your chin up,” and while I understand everyone struggles - I still couldn’t piece together why I am. Why everyone else around me can hold down a job, and pay their bills, and keep up with friends and family, and also do things they enjoy. I didn’t understand how my coworkers stayed in the same position or company for 10+ years without completely burning out. I didn’t understand why I could get hired anywhere and be deemed a phenomenal employee and be given more and more responsibility, just for me to fizzle out a year in and throw up my hands saying “I can’t do this anymore!” 

I started to wonder if I was broken, but this time, as I said before, was different. Instead of chastising myself and saying ‘you need to do better’ - I sat down with myself and really started asking myself ‘what’s going on with us’, ‘where are we struggling’, ‘what coping skills do we have right now that we can use for this’, ‘in what areas do we have no coping skills’. I started looking into a slew of mental health disorders and started researching symptoms and searching for an answer. As it turns out, I’m autistic.

It took me years of researching on my own to get there - I cross examined the list of symptoms and feelings I had drawn up for myself versus the list of disorders I was looking into. Narrowing it down wasn’t hard, but when you get down to BPD or autistic, unfortunately the general stereotype around autism kind of pushed me towards looking at BPD (which isn’t out of the ordinary). The most obvious evidence why it wasn’t BPD is because I can control my emotions and haven’t been hospitalized. Which led me to looking into autism. 

By the way, if someone is going through this and you are deemed safe enough for them to explain it to (especially if they’ve already self-diagnosed), please don’t tell them that they obviously don’t have BPD. It’s not helpful, or even necessary, when the autistic person has already done every piece of leg work by themselves, and was literally so far in the trenches they were basically touring hell through their self-diagnosis process - they are already so completely aware that they don’t have BPD. Just listen to all of the work they had to do on their own to create a singular foundation to navigate their life as they are. That is what is helpful.

This poem was written by me and belongs to me - please don't share or repost it.

SP's Poem Collection

[skyloftian-nutcase]

For anyone who wants to check in on the Healthcare Boys, here's what they're up to :)

As soon as he stepped outside, a smile immediately lit up his face. The day was a beautiful one, air crisp, wind prevalent but not overwhelming, and the sun was just hidden enough in the sparse clouds to offer reprieve from the heat without losing daylight. His red motorcycle was waiting for him, and Sky eagerly hopped on. At first he gently guided his bike through the gravel driveway, enjoying the way the breeze blew across his face as he hadn't put his helmet on yet. Once he reached the main road on the mountain, he got himself situated, settled his helmet over his head, and gunned the engine.

The air was so loud he couldn't hear anything but the sky's constant push. The world whirled around him, his worries and heaviness and exhaustion left behind in a whirl of adrenaline and speed and air. He laughed, leaning into a turn before straightening out and nearly spreading his arms out like he was flying.

Heavens above, it felt so good to go out and ride. He couldn't wait to get to the skydiving site.

XXX

Four glared intensely as he moved his hand slowly. Legend watched him scrutinously.

With the utmost concentration, Four slowly drew a circle. Then he slashed a line through three circles, smirking. "Three in a row."

Legend did a double take. "Wait, wha--"

Three in a row. Three in a row! How had he gotten through his defenses so easily?! This wouldn't stand!

Crossing his arms defiantly, Legend huffed. "Rematch!"

Four laughed. "If you say so. I've beaten you twice already."

"Yeah, and I beat you three times before that! I'm a king at tic-tac-toe."

"We'll see about that," Four said with a challenging smirk as he drew out a new board for them to play on.

XXX

The day was perfect for swimming.

Not that Warriors was a particularly good swimmer, but Wind was, and the boy was so excited to go to the water park.

So excited, in fact, that he kidnapped Warriors for all the attractions.

The nurse had to admit, though swimming wasn't exactly his favorite pastime, seeing Wind giggle in delight as he dragged him up the stairs of the next water slide was worth it.

XXX

It was a slow, comfortably warm afternoon as Time traced over Malon's temple with a finger. He slipped his hand into her hair, brushing it out of her face and onto the pillow as she smiled up at him. He dipped in for another kiss, feeling her rise up to meet him, and the world slipped back into ecstasy for the lovers.

XXX

"I still can't believe this ratty motel actually has a hose we can use," Wild muttered as he watched Twilight set up the little pool.

"Miracles never cease," Twilight commented before saying in a higher pitched tone, "You ready buddy?"

Little Wolfie stared between the two, his head cocking to the side as Twilight talked to him. Wild swore he heard his friend squeal in delight at the sight of it, especially since one of Wolfie's ears was halfway perked up.

Wild himself still wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea of the puppy, but... by heaven, even he had to admit it was being unbelievably adorable right now.

That didn't mean he was going to help with this, though.

Twilight turned on the hose to a gentle trickle, easing his fingers through the puppy's thick fur as he soaked the little one. Wolfie, to his credit, took it, seeming to enjoy the cool water, though he trembled a little. Wild felt bad for the little guy. He was probably scared.

"You mind gettin' the shampoo?" Twilight asked.

Wild grabbed the item and held it out.

Twilight took the item, releasing the puppy for a moment, and chaos immediatly ensued.

Wolfie decided now was the time to not only dig and pounce around in the water, but try to escape the pool and eat the hose. Twilight yelped, catching the pup before he could get far, and Wild laughed.

"So, you still think this is a good idea?" Wild asked.

"You could help, you know!"

"Nah, I'm not getting bitten. Nor am I getting fleas. No thanks."

Twilight huffed, an annoyed pout crossing his face, and Wild had to laugh again. His mirth didn't last long, though, when Twilight grabbed the hose, cranked up to full throttle, and sprayed him in the face.

Yelping, the amnesiac tackled Twilight, and both young men fell into the pool alongside the puppy.

XXX

It was damp and chilly, a nice reprieve from the daylight as Hyrule held his flashlight carefully. He stepped gingerly over rocks and tried not to touch the stalagmites and stalactites all around him, as delicate and old as they were. The cave practically sparkled as he shone the light around, moisture glistening in reflective delight.

Hyrule's lips pulled into an enormous, excitable grin. He'd mapped out the locations of six different caves in this area, and he was going to explore them all.

He loved spalunking so much.

[vees-strangeworld-omniverse]

ARGONUS FAUNA: treehounds, domestic gray foxes + breeds

(NOTE: descriptions copy-pasted from DA where i normally/originally post my works. any context that is missing here on tumblr can be found on my DA [linked here and on pinned post] )

[this image is actually a recent addition to the roster of fauna, having been posted in july 2023.]

a collection of treehound breeds that i sketched whilst i was out in south carolina visiting family. my god, i have never been surrounded by SO MANY DOGS (four of them total, not including our own dog that we brought with us), which may or may not have been the real inspo for this piece.

so, anyways, i've already drew these guys a long while ago [tumblr post about them is here], but i'll gladly talk about it again.

    these guys are treehounds, a domesticated variant (subspecies?) of the planet's gray fox , the smallest amerigian canid (though to us it's the size of a lion). they were one of many attempts by humans to get a dog analog back into their society, and of all the attempts these were (strangely), the most successful. they were one of only a handful of wild animals to have been tamed and domesticated exclusively by human, though their origins on their actual domestication had been lost to time. what is known, however, is that the first domesticated treehound originated from Western Coast Province, and that there were several environmental factors that could've played a role in the taming/domestication. there also exist a sort of local folk tale that explains their origin (but i'll leave that till the end).

    anyway, fast forward to modern day, and there exist several breeds of treehounds, all having been bred with specific usages. let's just get into it.

AKIYOTE     one of the least derived breed, yet simultaneously the most widely used by humans. the akiyote is considered the german shepherd of the treehounds; an intelligent and cunning breed, it's a jack-of-all-trades when it comes to the jobs it has.     the akyote originally was created to be a guard fox. but, like the german shepherd, it is often most associated with human law enforcement; search-and-rescue, narcotic detection, tracking, pursuing criminals, etc.. it also is a widely used service animal, and especially with the physically and visually impaired.     the akiyote is a relatively modest-sized breed; they come in varying hues of the typical gray & red colors their wild ancestors have, however they all consistently have a darker-colored head, back and tail tip. usually these dark spots are black in color, though in lighter-colored individuals it could present itself as a darker gray/silver. although a typically friendly and moderately active breed, the akyote needs to be well-socialized and well-train, as they're known to be aggressive towards strangers. however, once properly trained, they're considered an amazing and loyal breed.

SPECKLED RETRIEVER      were the akiyote is a vulpine german shepherd, the speckled retriever is a labrador in a fox's body. much like the lab, they're a "gun-fox", having been initially bred to flush out, find and retrieve game (mainly birds and rabbits). however, like the akiyote, they're a VERY versatile breed; arguable much more than the akiyote.     the speckled retriever had long been used in search-and-rescue, water rescues, and are popular as service animals. as a matter of fact, because of their relatively large size yet very calm and smart temperament, in the human world they are the poster child for service foxes; mobility assistance, guiding, seizure alerting, therapy, autism support, ect. sometimes they're often preferred over other treehound breeds when it comes to service animals.     the speckled retriever is easily recognized for it's floppy ears, short fur, and a near-solid colored coat with a white underside and it's namesake "speckles" that run down it's back. they come in an assortment of colors; red (most popular), gray, silver, tan, chocolate, etc. like said, they are an intelligent yet very calm breed. in spite of their seemingly lithe frame, they're strong swimmers and love to swim just as much as they love to climb. their temperament and easy care makes them popular as family pets, as well as a good beginner breed for those who wish to own treehounds themselves.

RABBIT COLLIE     a strange breed that is popular with freerunners who own ranches/farms, the rabbit collie is an unusual breed with an unusual history to it.     you see, during the initial breed development, they weren't bred by humans, but rather initially bred by the elkinets who wanted to see how effective they were at pest control. this included breeding in wild gray fox DNA into them (similar to how the australian cattle dog is part-dingo), to add extra energy for hunting. however, once a few freerunners got their hands on them, they were then bred further to become not just pest control, but also effective herding foxes. they'd herd typical freerunner livestock like poultry, guinea pigs and rabbits; however, they also were great at flushing (and killing) pest like rats, mice and occasionally house sparrows.     the rabbit collie gets its's name partly because of it's long, wiry hair which makes it's ears look longer than they really are. they're commonly very light in color; silver and light tan being the two main variations. they're one of the smartest breeds of treehound, however they are also a very active breed that needs lots of space and enrichment; not to mention the long fur, which sheds alot and requires quite the upkeep. this makes them the least beginner friendly, though in the correct hands/paws they can be just as good pets.

PANTHER PINSCHER     the panther pinscher initially doesnt even look like a treehound or any known canine; as a matter of fact, it look more like a cat than anything else. but even still, this breed is not one to be messed with.     the panther pinscher is a large breed that was used to fill the role of all the big, heavy working dogs. it's was bred to be used mainly as a guard/watch fox, protecting it's homes from intruders and trespassers. however, it's large size also allows it to do heavy lifting, by pull carts and carrying supplies in specialized harnesses. it's a symbol of strength and intimidation, which makes it a common mascot in many human schools. and one could not forget the controversial (and often illegal) practice of "fox-fighting", where much like pitbulls these guys were the forerunners of.     this breed is well known for it's panther-like appearance (of which they're still debate as to whether this was intentional or not). it's size is more closer to the planet's red foxes (or to us more closer to a liger's size), making it the largest breed of treehound. it's short fur, short face and small ears give it that feline-like look, and only seems to come in solid colors (black, blue and white being common), sometimes having white spots on their legs, chest and tail tip. yet in spite of it's intimidating appearances and initial usages, it has became popular with many families. how? well, as it turns out its a surprisingly well-rounded breed in temperament and care; they're easy to train and easy to socialize, and are rather friendly animals towards children and other pets. if size and local laws on certain breeds isn't your problem when looking for great family pets, then a panther pinscher might just be for you.

TEACUP FOX     the teacup fox is what one would consider the lovechild between a jack russel and a chihuahua in fox form; in direct contrary to the panther pischer, it's the smallest breed out there.     the teacup fox was initially bred to be a kind of pest control; it's tiny sizes allow them to reach spaces that other vermin-hunting breeds couldn't. however, whilst it was effective at it's job, it's small size quickly made them a popular companion animal to those who do not have the space for any other breeds of treehounds. these breeds would later be classified as "minifoxes" of which the teacup fox would be the posterchild for.     the teacup fox comes in many colors and coat lengths, however the main defining trait is it's size; it is no bigger than the planet's chihuahua or pomeranian (closer to a lab/golden retreiver), and it almost looks like a treehound kit itself. although considered an "apartment friendly" breed, it is still an active breed that needs proper exercise and enrichment. it is also a skittish breed, and while quick to bond with it's owner and other house members, they can be rather aloof with strangers. thus, whilst not a bad option, it's still a breed that needs some consideration.

BOBPUG     the bobpug is also a minifox breed, just a little bit bigger than the teacup fox. of all the breed listed here, the bobpug had perhaps the simplest usage.     this fox was bred purely for companionship. more specifically, it was bred to be as smart, calm and friendly as some of the larger treehound breeds, yet be small enough to fit in most homes. bassically, a miniature version of all the big guys listed above, minus size. this wasn't the first breed to have been bred for such reasons, but it's by far the most popular and well-known. they are often the second or third most popular breed to be used as service animals.     the bobpug gets its name from it's short face and naturally short tail (believed to have been unintentional by the breeders). like the teacup fox, it comes in a wide variety of colors and coat lengths; some varieties also have floppy ears like the speckled retriever. however, it is slightly bigger than the teacup fox, and unlike the teacup fox is is a rather calm, smart, easily-trained, and overall a very well-rounded breed. although they get along great with most owners, they're popular with elderly people and families with young kids due to being smaller and more patient.

[tumblr note: this was going to contain a short story attached to the original deviantart post, but this one is already long enough so i'm gonna make a seperate post about that]

[steve0discusses]

Ep 45 Part 1: Wife Gone, Miss Wife

Hey y’all, been a while! I fully blame this last unexpected haitus on Tears of the Kingdom. Also a billion other life things I won’t go into because 👏 I 👏 Want 👏 To 👏 Talk 👏 About 👏 Dead 👏 Wife 👏 !

Like damn, we’re coming back for just...a wild episode. Remember how a few episodes ago we finally united Seto with his long lost wife card? (and I had to check my notes and um...it was actually last episode if you count Kaiba, and only Ep 39 if you count Egyptian Seto. So uh...6 episodes.)

Remember that moment? Anyway, she dies this episode.

Yeah. Like. Damn. That quick huh? Knowing Yugioh’s track record with wifeys we’re pretty lucky she’s been on screen even that long before she went the Valon route and just full on died from one brush of cards with Joey.

Speaking of Joey, we last left the gang fumbling through a series of puzzles to unlock the pharaoh’s name. Bakura, disguised as Tristan, ran head first in there and threw off any semblance of a disguise and y’all, lets see how long it takes the guys to realize this isn’t Tristan.

Inside of this glowing door is a room with absolutely no light in it, which, don’t worry about it. That’s just a thing we do in art when we don’t want to draw a background--blow it out with light.

(Read more under the cut)

MAN I have questions about the support bricks on the wall, but for now we’ll ignore that and look at the even more confounding giant bricks on the ground.

faced with a wall of Egyptian text on this pair of ancient Egyptian sunglasses they drew on the floor, it is lucky that Bakura cursed Tristan’s bean or else they would have never gotten past this room.

They’re zooming right by the fact that their friend is reading ancient Egyptian. A friend who is best known for 1.) Being a student janitor because he failed to become class president, 2.) being head of a “melons” club, and 3.) punching god-strengthed villains in the face when he should know better. A god which definitely didn’t get pissed as hell and immediately possess his bean earlier today.

So he levels with Yugi, using the biggest most simple baby words that Bakura knows, and they still talk right completely round each other.

Hey remember in Season Zero when that effed up thing happened and we all assumed it would never show up in this remake? (and by we I mean me)

It freakin showed up. My audible gasp when this show remembered that Yugi cursed um ALL of his friends. Like and he just straight up told them? Just like this?

Like at the start of this arc he and Pharaoh did have a chat about how Yugi didn’t have friends before he came along, but I thought they were gonna glaze over it! But nah, he just laid it out there that the past few years were all because Yugi got bored between class and wanted a buddy.

The implications of “hey we would not be friends if I didn’t curse your ass” is already pretty deep. But doing it within a brain puzzle that you followed your friend into, despite the fact you could literally die doing this, and realizing...the only reason you’re in this puzzle to begin with is because you were cursed 2-3 years ago...

...this is the Yugioh I never thought would come back. This season, man! This season goes so freakin fast and so freakin hard through things that like...this could be a whole episode in another show.

But, this is Yugioh, so we’re gonna put a pin in that.

Because it’s time to go back to Seto Kaiba’s past life and his nearly dead stranger friend that we have collectively decided is his wife, and by “we” I mean literally everyone on this show but Aknadin.

Aknadin sure doesn’t know what a “wife” is, but he sure as hell knows what it ain’t.

Kissara runs towards Seto in this huge, empty boss arena that I would avoid like the plague in any video game.

And speaking of based, Seto Kaiba shows up. Because this episode wasn’t unhinged enough yet. Seto Kaiba is here to be the greek chorus of his own wife’s death.

He’s noticed. He’s noticed this is weird.

It’s a different storyboarder this season, but this storyboarder is still dropping some great frames. Look at this Seto they gave us, just snooping behind a pillar. New PFP just dropped (that is if anyone was even still using twitter which like, my life has been extremely blessed ever since I left it, we should all leave it together.)

So anyway she farts out a Blue Eyes on turn one, and Seto just kind of seethes from behind a pillar while trying to parse just anything that is going on.

Aknadin decides to shove her (well, her dragon...spirit...thing) into the rock tablet during the card shenanigans that followed. I, at first thought it was with an Orichalcos, and I got very excited about how complicated this season was going to get before I realized it wasn’t lime green.

I do not fully understand the card shenanigans at play here, it was not covered in my education playing through Yugioh Duel Masters (Master Duel) but it doesn’t matter because of the power of...love? or whatever the hell vibes are going on between these two goobers. They, with their vague as hell energy, will stand together against whatever life throws at them.

And by that, I mean literally dying 5 seconds afterwards

Seto Kaiba behind a pillar watched this go down, confused by whether he should feel anything at all by this random series of events between a girl he had half a conversation with, and a guy who looks like him except with guns the size of barrels.

Seto, filled with the pure anger of his wifey’s revenge, also immediately biffed it in solidarity.

Seto still remained behind the pillar, because why interrupt this? I mean yeah he looks like yourself and that girl absolutely died but eh...he’s gonna stay behind the pillar. Maybe if he had a duel disk he’d have thrown a couple cards and done some property damage. but as you can see, there are not helicopters or cranes to do property damage with.

So instead he remains behind the pillar, which they didn’t draw here in this next frame.

And on the back of a horse, in gallops Pharaoh.

I live for these popcorn moments in TV, where we’re like “hey, what if we just threw these characters in a weird blender and see how they reacted?” and this episode is just--everyone ends up in this one random spot and they all collectively are like like “what? The hell is happening?”

And we will see more of that next update.

As usual, here is the link to read these in chrono order:

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

Next post will go up like tomorrow probably, but, may my post after that not take 2 months to make, lmao, I swear guys we are going to finish Season 5!

[vacantgodling]

please feel free to share anything you'd like about hyacinthus - don't know much about him but I'm kinda obsessed with him

(also I'm sorry if things have been rough)

oh thank you for coming to my talk about my favorite terrible man talk :) he’s one of if not the most favorite oc i’ve ever made and the main character in my first book of the fall of galeré quad (or quintet? perhaps? the fifth book is still up in the air of whether or not i’ll make it exist) and my magnum opus paramour which you can read more about here -> teehee

so dis him

prettiest man in the world 😌💅🏽 (i drew all of these btw lmao)

he’s the bastard son of a businessman who ends up getting married to an eldrich entity, cheats on said entity with his butler and learns how to Care About People which is something he did not know how to do LMAO

he’s an asshole. by like. a lot. he’s crass (esp bc paramour is set in a fantastical 1890s-1900s adjacent steampunk world), he’s rude, he’s vain, he doesn’t care about other people as far as he can throw him (and he can throw them pretty far), and he’s so fucking emotionally constipated. He’s SOOOOO emotionally constipated. much of his character and behavior has been influenced by the circumstances of his upbringing—first neglected by both his father and his servants and never allowed to leave the estate he was cooped up in for fear of bringing shame to the family name by merely existing (and suffering many abuses within), then under the thumb of his conniving elder sibling tagetes who’s like a secondary antagonist and subject of the fourth book in the quad empire. he doesn’t trust people because he’s always been used and shit on. so he treats others in kind and never lets anyone close.

this backfires somewhat when he meets his butler amon who’s got so many issues and one of them being INTO hya’s asshole attitude and they start a sexual relationship which is wild bc why talk about feelings when you can call me my lord and choke on my dick ya feel.

hya’s also gnc (he only uses he/him and he doesn’t identify as being feminine or womanly but he does love to and does wear dresses and fashion that we would consider feminine). this is bc in galeré there’s 3 gender categories basically. there’s male, female, and a third one that i have yet to name. but it’s basically for all those we’d consider trans/nb/gnc/cross dressers/the like. hya falls into this category as well as other characters like tagetes, erecia (who’s butch basically) and rumex, etc.

aside from shopping his favorite hobbies are being left alone and reading. he’s very good with money and math and can balance a budget like no one’s business. he doesn’t care for religion at all (only sparing slight interest for his younger half brother aloe who’s deeply religious) and is generally pessimistic. his favorite drink is coffee specifically a fantasy blend in his world called misted ivory geisha. he only wears white and gold clothing as personal preference but he looks good in all colors (his wedding dress was red actually) and speaking of — he didn’t know his mother but he looks EXACTLY like her. (i’m overly fond of his mother but she won’t appear in canon; only in aus and in the series set in this same universe, alizath lol)

oh he’s also a taurus sun with a leo rising (cuz i like astrology and shit lol). he doesn’t like celebrating his birthday so he never shares the date but it’s also because his birthday takes place in the middle of the largest religious festival in galeré and that’s even more annoying to deal with lmao.

why he’s my favorite is for a variety of reasons but it also has to do with the fact that i want to be him and i want to fuck him lmao he’s the best of both worlds :)

[stiffyck]

Hello there sir (gender neutral) I heard you are the scar angst guy (again, gender neutral) so uh here have some concepts that've been living in my head rent free for like a day or two.

Aight so uh the song Circus by Lindsay Mendez and Drew Gasparini kinda smacked me over the head with ~ideas~ and I have two that decided to hang around. (Also uh I may write them if you or anyone else happens to care, so please no stealy steals, folks) (also also uh yeah this is kinda shipping w grain and scar so uhh yeah be warned folks)

First off, this slightly older au idea where Cuteguy isn't initially Hotguy's sidekick. In fact, Hotguy doesn't even know who he is. At first, they don't really even realize this man exists. Then, the fun begins. People start dying, murdered by a mysterious person under the alias of "Cuteguy", known due to the notes left at the assorted crimescenes. These murders and crimes steadily get more extravagant and extreme, and soon reports of this "Cuteguy" guy's appearance come in--he is making a spectacle of himself and his crimes after all. This, as the song itself follows, is an attempt to get Hotguy's attention. A convoluted, highly irrational and terrible attempt, but an attempt nonetheless. There's more plot but uh, can't go revealing everything just yet. This is the one I want to write more, so like if anyone cares I probably will.

And uh the newer option. In this one, we lean more heavily into the bois are Creatures™ and shit, so like Grain is your friendly neighborhood watcher (hehe not all that friendly tbh but whatever) and Scar is a vexling (probs also a half-elf cause I adore that headcannon (Def not cause I'm making him a DND character totally not)) and uh yeah. Anyway, your local many eyed being kinda thrives on chaos and any form of entertainment (cough cough violence cough cough trafficsmp) and, in a very No Eyed Girl fashion (ironic seeing how many eyes this man has) your friendly neighborhood vexling kinda likes him. But how to get this being's attention, you ask? Murder, of course! Scar proceeds to use Scarland to lure in tourists and locals and uh, kills them. Yeah, he lets the vex side go out and have fun. Of course, this kinda freaks out everyone in the nearby town, and draws the attention of Mr many eyes, who finds this very interesting. This one follows the song a bit more (also the theming! The parallels! It's about a metaphorical Circus! This man has a theme park! I adore this so much omg-) and uh I might write it too. Haven't peeked at Villain Scar too much recently so like it would be fun.

Sorry for the long ass ask, I needed to share and others seem to dump their beautiful concepts onto you so I decided to shove it into the world here. (Also go listen to Circus and also No Eyed Girl (by Lemon Demon) both great songs I swear.)

(I don't mind gendered terms so feel free to go wild)

And OOOH!! BOTH IDEAS ARE COOL!!!

I'll listen to the songs when I wake up, but the ideas ARE GREAT

[hunting-songs]

BAD SITUATIONS: STARTERS

💡 for our muses to wait out a power outage together

BAD SITUATIONS: STARTERS - a collection of prompts for bad situations that two muses might find themselves in together, ranging from minor inconveniences to life-or-death scenarios. change & alter as needed. "Mhmmm..the last time I had traveled with a train, had been when I had met Kurapika for the first time." Senritsu looked over the cards in her small hands at Basho and Kurapika sitting opposite of her- Basho holding gamecards himself and the younger man hiding behind a opned book. The light from the traincompartment dyed everything in a yellow, warm hue as if they were playing cards on a late autumnafternoon and not in the middle of the night with the world past the warm electric lights of the train deep black and cold and endlessly long. There was a permanent humming in the air from the train beenath them moving, but over that were Bashos heartbeat singing her a content song, Kurapikas heartbeat that was calm and almost relaxed, and the noises of the other passengers in the compartments of the train that were either deep asleep in the late hour or tiered and slow. "Now that sounds like exciting company. Must have been a long trainride full of the most friendliest frowns, the kindest deathstares whenever you dare to breath in his direction, and the most sweetest 'don't talk to me, I am reading'. Not that I have ever expierenced that myself for the past two hours. Nohohohohoho." The burly man shot Kurapika a dramatic wriggle of his thick eyebrows that was more playful than actually meanspirited. Senritsu used the fact that he was looking to his seatneighbour and pulled a card out of her sleeve, adding it to her hand nimbly before humming truthfully like others would humm the sweetest melody: "He was the kindest company who even helped me put my suitcase out of the way." "Ha! Of course he did, little gentleman he is. Wonder why I had to put my own suitcase away today when he was around." There was a short moment in which Basho looked confused at the "take 2" - card Senritsu had just placed on the table between them, because he swore the woman had had before only four cards on her hand and that number had not changed. Yet the smile on the womans round face was sweet, so eventually he simply took two more cards up on his hand. "Then we were attacked by armed men who tried to rob Kurapika of his Hunter- licence, because he had used it as a trainticket.", Senritsu added and Basho almost choked on his laughter. Three cards disappeard in the womans sleeve. Grinning so wildly it seemed a miracle that grin did not circled around his whole head Basho looked to the side, friendly nudging his heavy elbow against the younger Hunters side: "Bwaha! Really? What a rookie-mistake!" Senritsu lay down another card that had not been on her hand before and the big man swallowed his laughter with a painful sound when he had to again take up more cards. The woman chuckled knowingly, although gently: "As if you have never done that when you came fresh out of the Hunter-exam, Mr. I-got-my-licence-with-twenthy-and-went-wild. I know I did, before learning my lesson." "I should have never played never-have-I-ever with you, you are like gundog for embarassing secrets. Yes, I did that- " the man rose a thick finger like a teacher teaching an important lesson: "-but that was a decade ago and I was alone when I got rounded up. So in contrast to this rookie here," it seemed as if Basho wanted to pat Kurapikas head, but changed his mind in the last moment as he only laughed: "- my mistake is long forgotten and noone will ever remember it." "Except me now.", Senritsu sang those words in the most sweetest tune, laying down her last card and fluttering her short eyelashes up at the other as innocently as she was definitive not. A confused frown drew a long line deep like a scar between Bashos bushy eyebrows: "...except you now. Huh, the gundog strikes again. I should really stop playing games with you."

The woman just took the cards back from him and started to shuffle them with small, nimble hands: "You wouldn´t be so cruel to me, Basho." "Never, but-" The next second a thick, heavy wave of blackness splashed down on them and filled the compartment when the lamps above their heads suddenly went out. From one moment to another the train stoppd and Senritsu would have landed on the floor, if it would not have been for one of Bashos big hands grabbing promptly for her shoulder to press her uncerimonically back into the bench as if she was a child sitting in the sidecar seat and her parent had hit the brakes too hard with one hand instinctively on their childs shoulder to keep them in place despite the seatbelt. A poltering sound like thunder stabbed into the womans ears when the sudden stop threw their baggage out of the nets over the seat´s and landed loud on the floor, joining the much too loud cacophony of the other passengers baggage in the other compartments hitting the floor accompanied with suprised yells and loud cussing. The blackness was far from quiet. And between this orchestra of confused voices, cursing, rapid breathing, startled heartbeats and the echo of screeching metal when the train had hit the brakes, something else reached the Musicians ears. Something like a whisper.

"Are you two alright?" Senritsu hastily asked in the blackness surrounding them, only to answer her own question in the same breath and a assuring nod to herself: "Good to hear that." Tiltining her head to the side like a attentove bird, Senritsu listened into the waves of noises around her- she heard the corridor on the other side of their compartmentdoor flooded with the nervosue footsteps of passangers stepping outside to ask what had happned, she heard scraps of conversations consisting of 'Dark', 'blackout', 'stop'; she heard children crying who had woken up from the sudden stop, she heard the tiered moaning of electronics that had a second before still worked but couldn't start now, she heard the doors of the train opening and the footsteps of the trainconductor stepping on the grass outside. "The whole train is dark. It seems to be a blackout-", the woman stood up, her head still tilted to the side as she listened more swiftly through the wild swirl of voices until she could hear the hasty, nervouse conversation of two trainguards with one of the voices belonging to the trainguards who had an hour before controlled their tickets and had chuckled at seeing how Senritsu nimbly had taken a card out of her sleeve that Basho had not noticed: "-yes, a blackout, the staff says." There was rustling of cloth when the Music-Hunter took Bashos hand from her shoulder, squeezed it thankfully in her small hands, and then hopped off the bench. It was deep black around her, but the noises reflected from the walls of the train and the luggage on the floor, so she knew perfectly where people and things were located and her steps were sure and without any hestiation: "Stay here. I heard the trainoperator step outside and will ask him what is wrong." Not even looking back- after all only blackness would look back- the woman opned the door to their compartment and stepped outside on the corridor. Silver moonlight fell through the windows in thin threads on the corridor,dyeing everything around her grey and colourless. Nimbly the short woman stepped around other passangers until she reached one of the trains doors- the one with the hightuned creaking hinges through which she had heard the trainoperator walk outside- and stepped outside. Past the trains metalwalls the traintracks lead through a valley surrounded by high grass that spanned the world past the trainracks like an ocean. And like an ocean the tall grass, taller than Senritsu, taller than the passengers stepping outside behind the woman, the grass swayed in the icy nightbreeze. In the little light of the moon and the stars the grass looked as if drawn with dark ink. Its shadows scampered over the valley of black, grassless earth the traintracks had been build on. The Blackness was far from quiet. Between the voices, different breaths and heartbeats inside the train, between the rustling of the clothes of the other passangers who had left the train and now went along the tracks curiously, between the conductors quiet muttering, between the rustling of the tall grass moving in a barely feelable breeze, there was something else reaching her ears. Something like a whisper. "What is that? Did you fled from Bashos jokes, Kurapika?", the woman looked over her shoulder up to her colleague who had joined her outside. An amused smile that was far from beeing suprised about him follwing her, curled around her stark frontteeth as she winked friendly up to him and hummed: "You should give him a chance. He has a great sense of humor." [ @skarletchains ]