#the shnck

[edgecallskating]

Lest we forget, Yuma also had a great night and this quad sal is superb. The crisp shnck of that landing edge and the commanding check out are so satisfying. You know the landing is good when the edge sounds like biting into a fresh apple.

[milkyplier]

Iiiiit's WIP Wednesday!!

Do you have an art piece or fic you wanna share?

! Oh! Well, I guess I do have a little snippet for my LU pjato AU! This is very much in the works and while this scene is completed, I’m not sure if it will make it to the “canon” for this particular AU.

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Look, Link never asked to be a half-blood.

And he wasn’t, actually, the gods seemed to have just decided he deserved the life of one anyways. Link didn’t consider it an honor. In fact, as he sprinted furiously up a hill for his life, he was inclined to think it was an insult. His parents must have pissed off the gods and they were taking it out on him. Apparently, the aforementioned parents dying after he was born was not enough.

Link slipped on the grass and went sprawling onto his stomach, knocking the air out of his lungs. Goosebumps erupted over his skin and he rolled to the left, just in time to avoid a rusty sword meant to stab through his back. He scrambles to his feet, the ugly shnck of the sword sinking into sod ringing in his ears.

On his feet, he pulls his sword from his sheath, intending to finally take out these monsters, but two kids sprint past him, war cries splitting the air as they engage the monsters without a single hesitation. The battle, which would have lasted ten minutes with Link on his own, takes them mere seconds.

Silence retakes the hill as the monster dust is blown away in the wind, and then the two kids are sheathing their swords and turning to address Link.

“Hey, kid,” the first, a taller blond, greets him gently. “Are you hurt?”

Link shakes his head, and then stops. He remembers the weeks he’s been out here, all the monsters he ran into. Some of his wounds have started to heal, but there’s a long cut on his right arm that refuses to stay closed.

“Yeah,” he rasps, “a little.”

He doesn’t really think it’s a little, but he thinks to say he’s hurt badly would be exaggerating.

“Come on, it’s safer in the camp.” The older boy says, ushered him back up the hill.

Safer. Er. As in, not completely safe. His chest aches for his Uncle’s apartment in Brooklyn and the safe feeling it harbored. He thinks be might never feel that way again.

They take him to a blue farmhouse with a wrap-around porch.

“Should we wake them up?” The shorter of Link’s two rescuers asks nervously. “I mean…the last time campers did that—“

“It’ll be fine. Chiron made him change them back, remember? And they told us to wake them in the future.” Taller says confidently.

“Yeah, I guess.” Shorty pouts, and then leans over to whisper in Link’s ear. “Brace yourself. You might get turned into a dolphin.”

“Bottlenose,” Taller says.

“Heavy,” Shorty agrees.

Link knows he should be surprised, but in the last three weeks, he’s gotten to the point where he thinks he’ll be more surprised if he *doesn’t* get turned into a Bottlenose dolphin.

Taller knocks on the door, and for a moment there’s tense silence.

“This is the warning ignore-ment. If we knock again, we’ll be seafood.” Short groans.

“Or they could be asleep, still,” Taller offers optimistically. He sighs, murmurs a prayer in what Link thinks is ancient Greek, and then balls his hand into a fist and pounds on the door.

Link flinches back, Shorty turns and leaps down the stairs as agilely as a deer and disappears into the darkness.

Coward, Link thinks.

The door opens, after a few minutes, and to Link’s utter shock, a centaur is standing there. He blinks, gaze switching between gray horse legs and the perfectly normal man on top of them, who was wearing a red satin robe with cartoony Santa Clauses printed on it.

“Link, my boy, good…morning, I suppose. New camper?”

Taller nods. “Yep.”

“Has he been claimed?”

Horse-Man and Taller both look at Link.

His skin suddenly feels very warm. His stomach stirs nervously. He feels that the answer is important enough to deserve he say something cool.

“Uh…I’m mortal?”

Horse-Man and Taller exchange glances.

“Pardon?” Horse-Man says.

“I am a mortal.” Link repeats, more confidently. “The one in the prophecy.”

He lifts his left hand, the triforce mark just visible on the back of it.

“I am Farore’s chosen.”

[overwatchfics]

heyo, I hope you are doing okay.

So a kiriko oneshot with an assassin/katana user reader(whatever helps you) where they save the little girl from the hashimoto (from the cinematic, idk her name sorry)and bring her to kiriko.

don't push yourself to write this,feel free to delete/ignore.

Also I love your blogs they always make my day.

Have a good one and stay hydrated.

Thanks for your time

Hero | Kiriko w/Katana Using S/o

A/N: God, this is so late. This was difficult to write for me it was a little vague but still writable

Shnck!

The pitiful life of another agent of the Hashimoto was snuffed at the edge of your blade, as you yanked it out of the corpse. The only sounds permeating the air was the rush of panicked breath and the rustling of clothing in another room. Readying your katana you walk into the room and see a young teen boy dressed in Hashimoto regalia looking damn near close to pissing himself. He held up his hands in surrender, his hands shaking, eyes watering, and libs trembling too hard to form a sentence. Rolling your eyes, you drag him by the collar and bend him over. Your grip on your katana tightens as you lift it over your head. The flat of the blade met his rear end repeatedly in the matter of an angry parent "Quit fucking around with the Hashimoto and GO HOME TO YOUR MOTHER!"

The trembling excuse of an agent is sent down the hallways sniveling as a child would. Speaking of such, you can hear light giggling under the table in the room, you walk over and crouch, a young girl trying to calm herself down. She signs to you You aren't one of the Hashimoto are you? Ah deaf, you weren't great at sign language, but you're lucky your girlfriend was, however you needed to get this child to her as a probable safe place until you find her caretaker. You signed back No, I'm not Hashimoto, but my lover and I fight them, I will take you to her, she is better at signing than I. Stick close I will keep you safe, keep your eyes away from the blood, you dont need to see this. The girl nods and sticks close.

Exiting the room, you walk towards the path you came, but a scream echoed behind you, turning around, an agent charged at you katana aimed high. You managed to shove the girl out of the way, but were too slow to save yourself. The blade caught you in the chest and pinned you to the wall, luckily the right side, not immediately fatal. You reached out into your pocket and lashed out with a kunai at the agent's neck ending him immediately. You pull yourself from the wall, blade still in your chest. You can't risk pulling it out unless you want to worsen the internal and external bleeding. You bring her ti the elevolator before stepping inside with her. The girl holds your hand and looks at you with worry plastered on her expression. You sign briefly don't worry both of us will be in good hands soon eventually the two of you reach kirikos floor where your vision begins to blur. You're barely five steps from her door before you collapse on your side, you point to kirikos door, too weak to actually sign to her.

The girl seems to get the message and bangs both of her fists of the door until it opens, and a mess of green hair steps out. The world around you starts to spin and she looks to the girl then to you and immediately panics, dropping her her knees and pulling you into her chest. Looking you at her, you smile, before going limp in her arms, all senses fading to black.

The sensation of indescribable warmth is the first thing you feel when you come to your senses. You crack open your eyes, and you're laying on a towel on her futon, topless, upper half wrapped in linen. Beside you is Kiriko, fast asleep with the girl from earlier curled up next to her. The sight of both of them in a relatively peaceful state creates a feeling of warmth and relief in your chest. You attempt to lean forward to get back up, but a sharp pain surges through your chest, and you fall back on the mattress choked and gasping. This startles Kiriko awake who is immediately at your side, resting a hand over your chest to ease the immediate pain. She looks to you and her voice is low and slightly hoarse. "You had me scared half to death you know, showing up on my doorstep as you did, but I'm grateful you saved her, her grandfather will also be grateful." She walks over and bundles the kid in her arms with a soft blanket and takes her out your front door. You take a moment to breathe before slowly trying to lean up enough to half prop yourself on a pillow before hissing in pain, clutching slightly at your bandages. In a matter of minutes you manage to get a little more comfortable in your awkward position, before you hear Kiriko teleport into the house. Soft laughter echoes into the room before you feel her hands gently, but firmly hook themselves under you, and lift you into her arms. It jostled you a little, releasing a choked breath of air out between clenched teeth. Kiriko looks sympathetic "I know, it hurts, but I'm getting you somewhere a little more comfortable." She nudges the bedroom door open with her foot and lays you down on the bed, resting you on her usual fox den pile of pillows. You look to your digital clock and it looks back at you, the bright yellow neon letters displaying 3:09 AM. You feel the blanket pull up and Kiriko starts to pull away but you grasp onto her hand "Stay. Please." A soft smile graced Kirikos features and she nodded, before pulling off her leggings and jacket and slipping on the covers with you.

You feel her breath hot on your neck and the warmth off her hands adjusting you to lie down on your uninjured side. Kiriko loosely wraps an arms around your waist and props herself on one arm to look down at you. "Please, call me before you do something so reckless again" before she dips down capturing your lips with hers in a gentle kiss. She smiles down at you before returning to her position behind you, pulling herself closer and pressing herself against your back. As sleep began to claim you, the last thing you hear with her breath against your ear is "I love you, I don't know what I'd do with you."

[wastrelwoods]

sheetz at 11:30 pm really is the purest appalachian gothic experience there is like, one in every three shelves were stocked, i purchased and consumed a MTO item called a 'shnck wrap' (spelled exactly like that. i dont know why. id never seen it before in my life.) which was just a burger wrapped in a flour tortilla, there were no less than three signs pointing to a drinks fridge called the 'walk-in Soda Cave', and when i remarked that i found the phrase 'soda cave' highly suspect the only other customer in the store, a police officer, chimed in 'did someone say suspect???' i dont know if she was joking or not tl;dr sheetz after dark is a shared hallucination directed by david lynch