#this ones got a little kick to it

[pmpknsoup]

dont...dont do this to me man

[cutthroatcarnival]

Febuwhump Alt Prompt 2: “I Love You” (AKA Day 16)

Tags/Warnings: None!

The Chain never gets to properly say goodbye to Malon before their adventure ends. Time brings home letters and gifts.

Aftermath of Day 12!

Read it on AO3!

Dear Malon

Malon sang as she led Epona out of her stall, smiling as the mare nosed and nudged at her, lipping at the pocket of her dress. Laughter broke her song as she gently nudged the horse’s head away, scratching behind her ear as she pulled the carrot out of her pocket.

She offered it to the gentle-tempered mare, starting her song back up as she took the carrot. Not bothering to grab the mare’s halter, Malon walked into the paddock and over to the fence where a brush box rested. Epona followed nosing at her hair and dress, stopping at the fence and nickering.

“My, what a sweet girl you are!” The mare snorted, nickering again as Malon picked up the curry comb, falling into the rhythm of brushing Epona’s chestnut coat. Her singing picked up again, and she swayed slightly to an invisible beat. Malon smiled as she realized the tune- a song she had heard Sky strumming that last time her husband and their boys were around.

It wasn’t unusual for them to be gone; hopping through time meant that time would be different, but they were never gone for more than two weeks. It had been four, and Malon feared that something had happened to them. Her singing petered out, an almost pensive air around her. With a sigh, she swapped the curry for the dandy brush, accompanying the strokes with pets.

Epona nuzzled into her shoulder, smacking their heads together, causing Malon to laugh. She brought a hand up to the mare’s face, scratching at her jaw. When she ripped her face out of her hands, Malon stepped back. Epona’s eyes were wide, and her tail was swishing rapidly, every muscle of her body was tense, focused on something on the horizon. What had she heard? Or seen?

The mare took off, startling Malon slightly. She placed the brush back in the box, turning back in time to watch Epona jump the fence and race off. With a sigh, Malon brought the brush box back into the stable; the chestnut mare would be fine, even in her older age.

Brushing Epona had been the last thing on her list until later in the day. Malon hummed as she waltzed to the farmhouse, directing herself to her favorite armchair and snatching the book she was reading. As she settled into the chair, her attempt at reading failed. Malon had the overwhelming feeling of something being wrong, she could almost equate it to a horse having a shoe that was just a little too loose, and it had grown ever since Epona had galloped away.

So absorbed in her thoughts, she didn’t hear the door open, nor the sound of boots and armor entering the room, “Malon?” Her head snapped up at the sound of her husband’s voice. Time stood in front of her, still clad in his armor. Malon rushed out the armchair to hug him, feeling him sink into her as soon as she had her arms around her. They pulled back, Malon cupping his cheek, finally getting a good look at him; his left ear was a little more torn than before, but the rest of his face appeared undamaged. His red eyes made her heart clench, swiping a thumb over a tear-tacky cheek.

“Where are the boys?” Time pulled his face away, looking away from Malon, “Link?” He was trembling, so she set a careful hand on his arm, moving to see his face. A hand rested on top of her’s, fingers brushing over her knuckles.

“They’re gone, they,” He swallowed, shiny tears forming in his eye, “It was time to go home.” Malon covered her mouth with her hand, eyes wide as she felt her own tears prick at them. A sob tore out of her throat- she never got to say goodbye to them. She was pulled into a hug, burying her head into his shoulder; crying for the loss of eight heroes she had come to see as sons.

A gentle hand rubbed up and down her back, “They left some things with me, to give to you,” Time’s voice was thick with emotion, “It seemed they knew it was the end, and they wanted to say goodbye one last time.” Malon pulled away, swiping at her face to brush the tears away.

“Everything they wanted to give to you is in that bag,” He gestured to the one sitting under the archway to the kitchen, “I need to clean up and get out of this armor. Will you be okay?” She nodded, leaning up to peck his cheek, before letting him go. On her way into the kitchen, she picked up the bag, carefully setting it down on the table. With a deep breath, Malon opened the bag, and reached in.

She pulled out a small box, stuck to the top was a letter that read ‘Twilight’. Malon slowly peeled the letter away, fearing damaging both the box and letter, and opened the box. Inside rested some sort of garment in the same color of her scarf. Gently, she pulled it out and unfolded it, taking the note that was wrapped in it.

‘This sash is part of traditional Ordon Village attire.’ Malon picked up the sash, feeling tears well in her eyes as she held up the garment; it looked exactly like the sash Twilight wore wrapped around his waist, albeit in a different color. She set it on the table with care, reaching over to the letter to read it.

Tears overflowed at every word scrawled in Twilight’s handwriting. Retelling his most memorable moments of the journey, accompanied by small doodles. She set the letter down and wiped at her tears, a small smile on her face. Malon gave a wet laugh- she’d be crying at all of the letters and gifts, wouldn’t she?

And she was right. Gifted to her were an intricate dagger, a detailed carving of the Lon Lon Dairy logo, a butterfly-shaped pendant, a Lon Lon Ranch snowglobe, a small wreath of flowers that seemed to not wilt, a scarf clip in the shape of Epona’s head, and what was undoubtedly an incredibly soft sweater interwoven with spells. After each gift, she had opened the letters, crying at the fondness the rowdy heroes she saw as sons had for her and the others.

Malon felt a hand rest on her shoulder and she leaned back, looking up at her husband, who wore a soft smile, “There’s one last gift for you.” She sniffled and smiled at him as he set a book down on the table in front of her. The cover read ‘Malon’ in swooping gold. She pulled it closer to her and opened it.

‘Dear Malon,

Thank you for everything you’ve done for us. You so readily invited us into your home, and treated us like your sons. We feel horrible about not being able to give you a proper good-bye, but we hope the gifts and letters suffice. Again, thank you, not only for your kindness and hospitality, but for being a mother figure.

We love you.’

Following the message were everyone’s signatures. Malon covered her mouth and sobbed, her heart was filled with both great happiness and sadness; she had become a massive figure in the lives of those boys, but now she would never see them again. Through her tears, she thumbed through the book, smiling at the pictures and captions, the margins were filled with notes from all nine of the heroes, making her heart fill with incredible fondness. Everything gifted would be cherished forever; Malon was incredibly proud of each and every one of them, and that pride would not waver.

[egophiliac]

he did it! 🐍 and it only took...uhhh...well, there probably could've been less punches, but why hold back!

PUNCHES FOR EVERYONE

[kosmogrl]

[venusmages]

I GOT TO SHOW ONE OF MY FAVORITE CHARACTER DESIGNS FINALLYYYYYYYY LETS GO

look at this stupid chicken

[arabellas]

back before you lost the one real thing you've ever known

[soliloquent-stark]

steve rogers' first and last time with the captain america shield

alternatively titled: endings, beginnings

avengers: endgame was released five years ago today.

marvel parallels 26/?

chris evans and anthony mackie in captain america: the first avenger (2011) and avengers: endgame (2019)

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Get Souped!

[sun-snatcher]

[ SLUMBER ] FROM YOUR PROMPT WITH ANOMALY!READER & CHAMBIT I BEG YOU

♧ ⎯ IN-BETWEENER'S ILIAD

summ.  You slip into a dream. Remy is reminded he’s not yours. Not in a way. pairing. Void!Gambit x f!Anomaly!reader , (established in #WELUCKYFEW) a/n.  A quick blurb! A spot of world-build, angst, and soft Gambit.

YOU TAKE UP THAT OFFER in Professor Xavier’s school.

Nothing crazy, Laura had told you. The Professor’s just looking for substitutes. Tutor on the side, maybe, for those who need a little help.

Your BioMed PhD serves you well. ( Though you didn’t quite have the proof of documents— Charles had only needed a second of a venture through your memories for the truth. “Welcome home,” is all he’d said, after. His gaze was kind. “And I am so sorry.” ) 

Falling into stride doesn’t take long. The Academy grounds are as memorable to you as the back of your hands. It’s mostly your mutant students and the nostalgia of meeting the X-Men— some familiar faces, some startlingly different— that tuckers you out.

The Professor introduces you as an alumni, funnily enough. You cover Biology; spend your days tutoring for other subjects when it calls for it— Science, Chemistry, Mathematics. School nurse in a pinch, too.

It’s no wonder Remy catches you dozing off on the chaise sofa, red pen clumsily lost on the carpet floor underneath a coffee table of scattered assignments and half-marked paperwork, household vinyl player humming by the corner.

Not an uncommon sight, lately. He usually sees you burning the midnight oil when he’s off to the pub downtown. (“Night-shifts as a Croupier. The locals love me an’ it’s honest work— jus’ a lagniappe that Gambit be enjoyin’ it, too.”)  *

He shifts to a crouch to meet your shut eyes.

“Chèr,” he whispers, trying not to startle you. “Can’t be makin’ dodo here.”  *

No answer. Your soft lips are parted. Susurrus, butterfly-wing breaths.

The jaundiced lamplight left switched on by the TV pours over you like a chiaroscuro. Sleep has you boneless with relaxation— hackles not raised and prepared for a fight; not throwing cursory glances at the shadows over your shoulders.

(War changes people. You’re still trying to get better at dismantling that habitual weariness. Logan gets it.) 

Against his better judgement, Remy tucks a strand behind your ear. 

A hum. You stir. Eyes lift heavily with sleep. 

…Gambit?

“Oui, chèr.”

Mission success? you mumble. S’everybody okay?

It takes Remy a moment to realise. 

You’re not… here. You’re lost somewhere in-between the waking world and dreaming. Unmoored between different branches of timelines; adrift in pelagic-vast realities. You’re talking to phantoms. Haunted by a Remy long gone.

Something pangs in his heart.

He can’t quite decipher it. A blur of compassion, contrition. 

…Quiet disappointment. 

“Mais oui,” he breathes. (You can feel the timbre of his hushed voice in your head. Accented. Gentle. You’re lulled, further and further.) It wouldn’t do to confuse you now, afterall.

He dips forward.

Winds an arm under your knees and your shoulders, then lifts you with gliding ease. Careful, even in his footfalls as he makes his way down the hall and to your bedroom, cradling you like glass against his chest— Safe; Secure; Impossibly tender coming from a man monikered after the Devil himself. 

Exhaustion drags you under once you sink into your pillows, feel the ghost of his warm touch linger at your nape.

G’night, Remy.

He doesn’t know who you’re speaking to, this time.

“...Sweet dreams, chèr.”

*Cajun footnotes:

Lagniappe — extra Make dodo — to go to sleep

[joejhang]

my life is split into a before and after. before i read this exchange and after i read this exchange.

[royaltea000]

Pose practice! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

[st4rstudent]

Winn + Mac fusion idea. lalala.

[quirinah]

ummmmmmm guys this dungeons looking a little dark here..........................ummmm..... hello??? guys??

[kosmogrl]

[prettyymafia]

It's all good, baby.

[densewentz]

Made silly little lemon cakepops for my grandpa who LOVES lemon 🍋 (couldn't be bothered to mold them into more of a lemon shape but they were still fun)

The leaves are white chocolate and SO good