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[weepingtalecowboy]

Legend has the bun instincts (that isn’t good)

@livmightlive (sorry but this didn’t fit in the comment lol )

Fanfic prompt: I love the idea of legend and twilight having instincts from their animal forms

The dark form is a literal representation of the person where the twilight curse just happened to make link a wolf because of the triforce and not a spirit as it did with the npcs

But I couldn’t help myself because it made me think just how bad can their instincts get

I think it is mostly just the symbolism of a cannibalistic rabbit

The rabbit is often seen as a symbol of innocence and people find them cute and consider them tiny lil fluffs

But rabbits are genuinely nasty pieces of shit and well known for cannibalism and mutilating each other (eating each other’s kits ,chopping off dicks , or ripping off ears, a rabbit paw has completely different meaning in this one)

And I just want to say… a rabbit is a very dangerous and very scary animal if it was a person with the skills of one)

If we talk instincts it would be more realistic if legend was a crazy violence driven maniac because rabbits instinctively want to hurt each other

As they are very territorial the rabbit will often be aggressive towards the rest of the fluffle (and he is a hylian, so what does it mean for the chain)

(it is an evolutionary trait that presumably evolved because rabbits compete for food often and the aggressive behavior would make the competition more likely to perish)

Rabbit teeth can easily bite off fingers and rip out chunks of meat from your body as they are very sharp in one place like scissors

A stressed rabbit is a danger (and legend is always stressed so there is that) as it increases their chances of survival

Further more canonically legend murdered at least ten of his uncle’s friends (the boss fights are mandatory you need the items)

And probably at least a dozen knights (I once killed over 348 because they keep respawning and I was actively hunting those lil guys)

All of them who were sons and relatives, fathers and loved by someone

While it was a fight for survival he knew they all were just innocent men trying to protect the kingdom being simply cursed not in control of their actions

But as it came to his or their life he choose himself above all others (like the rabbit he is)

Even people he knew since he was little he killed when they posed a threat

If we use blind it gets even scarier because blind is a boss that takes the appearance of the one you love the most

Yet link killed his uncle's appearance while it begged and pleaded that he would stop (that fight in four sword palace is mental)

He killed the owner of the four sword afterwards as well

His wish was to undo the damage that ganon caused …,

But would that wish include the men dead by his hand ?

Or do hundreds of men stayed dead by his hands

I like to think that legend doesn’t regret his own continued existence

Perhaps if he could have the chance to redo his actions he would do so again if necessary

Legend the type of guy who you want to keep fed or risk getting cannibalized (the only and last time that the chain made that mistake)

When he was teasing wars the knight should have been glad that legend wasn’t Pulling out a fucking gun (which he canonically has since the oracle adventures)

Even if it ain’t personal it’s just survival instinct

[greenleaf4stuff]

Of Convenience 6.2

(all previous parts of "Of Convenience")

Adar x Celebrimbor (silverscars) political marriage AU, 6th snippet, part 2. Celebrimbor has an unfortunate run-in with a bigger threat than he expected. Thankfully, Adar arrives in time to take care of it. Celebrimbor is rather intrigued as a result.

Just some competence kink and Adar protecting Celebrimbor, who takes notice. Warning: If you are squeamish about Damrod graphically threatening violence towards Celebrimbor, or show-level violence being described in regards to a hill troll, you might want to skip this one!

Thank you lovely people again for the likes and replies! This has already gone on way longer than I expected thanks to you! <3

The easy conversation between Celebrimbor and Glûg was cut short, however, when he and his guards heard heavy footsteps close in on them and Celebrimbor saw various uruk either slowly back up or run past him and Adar's lieutenants.

As the elf turned in the direction of the commotion, he felt his heart jump into his throat as his eyes rose high, then higher, and finally settled on the misshapen face of a hill troll.

A hill troll, who was slowly but surely moving in the direction of their little group – and all the while, his eyes firmly rested on Celebrimbor.

Next to him, Glûg snarled and threw some words at the other lieutenant, who quickly shouted something urgent in black speech. The smith could hear the call repeated further along the camp, but was far too focused on the threat in front of him to pay any mind to what might have been said.

The troll finally came to stand some paces away from the elf and his guards. He continued to look at Celebrimbor for a long moment before a mean grin broke out across his face.

"Elf meat," he simply stated, tone giddy.

The smith gulped, and contemplated that perhaps, his cursing of Eru might have been a bit of a bad idea, considering that he seemed intent to throw ever more danger Celebrimbor’s way.

Next to him, Glûg made to step forward and raise his spear at the troll. The smith quickly shot out his arm and held him back. Glûg was staring at him in disbelief. "Adar sent me to guard you. Let me do my duty!"

"Don’t be a fool," the elf hissed in response, "You have no way to best him. Your spear would hardly do any damage before tore you apart. Think of your child."

The uruk seemed ready to argue with Celebrimbor, but still let himself be pushed backwards as the smith gave him a light shove. He stared imploringly at the uruk. "Let me try and handle this before you risk your life, at least."

Truth be told, the chances were slim – trolls couldn’t be charmed with clever words and appeals to their better qualities. If they even had any of those. And judging by the fact that the troll saw Celebrimbor as food...well, it was difficult as prey argue with one’s hunter.

Perhaps, he might be able to use his elven strength and speed against the other, if worst came to worst, but it would surely put the camp at risk. And without a proper weapon, Celebrimbor knew he didn’t exactly have an advantage.

"Greetings," the smith tried, deliberately cordial, and still kept himself between the troll and the two uruk guards. He could see that not all of Adar’s children had fled; some were still nearby, standing half-hidden behind the tents and crates. "My name is Celebrimbor. Who might you be?"

The troll didn’t seem to be the least bit surprised at the smith's greeting. Or perhaps he wasn’t sparing much thought to anything but the potential meal in front of him, come to think of it.

"Damrod."

The smith nodded. "Damrod. Pleased to make your aquaintance?"

The troll couldn’t be dissuaded. "It has been a long time since I have eaten an elf. You will do nicely."

"I’d actually think that I am a bit too bony to make for a fulfilling meal, after the recent strain I have been put through, to be quite honest," the smith replied and couldn't quite keep his voice from shaking as he did so.

It was a half-lie – Adar had been feeding him well, after all. It was just that, after the amounts of stress and exhaustion the smith had dealt with, his robes weren’t quite so form-fitting anymore as they had been back in Eregion.

"Hrm. We will see about that," Damrod retorted, and made to take a step forward.

Celebrimbor held up his hands to make the other halt his movements as he tried to search for words, but Glûg beat him to it. "Adar wants this elf alive, troll. Leave your dirty paws off of him!"

The smith silently cursed and motioned for the uruk to stay back, but it only ended up with the two of them glaring at each other for a brief moment before they turned their attention back to the menace in front of them.

"Adar would have told me if that were true. He mentioned no elf."

"I am mentioning it now, Damrod," came a new voice from slightly behind Celebrimbor, who both felt a weight drop off his shoulders and his heart seize at the words – glad he wasn’t facing this danger alone anymore, but worried about yet another person who would be at risk due to the troll. "My lieuntenant is right. That elf is mine, leave him be. You aren’t even supposed to be in the camp proper."

The Lord Father of the uruk walked by the smith without taking his eyes off of Damrod, but Celebrimbor couldn’t help following the other with his gaze. Adar’s presence was commanding as he slowly walked up to the troll, seemingly unafraid.

He did have his hand placed on the handle of his sword, however.

It didn’t escape the smith that Adar was directing his path in such a way that it had him step between Celebrimbor, the lieutenants and their opponent as if by accident. The elf suspected it to be anything but.

"What do you need an elf for?" the troll asked, sounding petulant. He was still focused on the smith as he spoke.

"This elf is from a noble house. I have married him, and he will give me the ability to enter the elven city and drag out Sauron," Adar explained calmly. "So that we, you and I, may kill him."

The troll thought on that for a moment. "Hrmph. So I cannot even kill and eat elves in battle?"

A pause, and then he grinned once more, malicious as his gaze finally settled on Adar. "He can still be that without legs. Can’t he? He can live without those. Also, he won’t be able to run away if I take them."

Celebrimbor felt himself blanch, and looked down his legs before his gaze shot up once more. Ignoring the fact that such an injury could be life-threatening even for an elf – he rather liked his legs?

Damrod took another step towards the elf, and suddenly Adar stepped backwards as well until his back was almost up against Celebrimbor’s chest, arm outstretched as if to shield him. He still didn’t look at the smith, who stretched out a hand and lightly placed it on Adar’s arm – not to clutch, as he wouldn’t want to hinder the uruk’s movements, but because he needed to let the other know where he was.

And also, he was unsettled enough that he needed something to ground himself. Despite the danger, the smith couldn’t help but notice how firm the arm in his hold was. How he could feel Adar’s body heat and smell the metal of his armor due to their closeness.

"Celebrimbor will stay in one piece. That is not up for discussion," Adar replied, and his voice did sound decidedly more strained now.

And then, he drew his sword. "Though you are right about one thing, Damrod – some things can be lived without. And I think my army can live without you being part of it."

Neither Celebrimbor nor the troll had any time to react to the Lord Father’s words before Adar lifted his free hand to the smith’s chest and pushed him backwards roughly – the elf stumbled and almost fell, but found himself caught in Glûg’s hold instead. Who didn’t even let the smith get his bearings before he yanked him further back and away from what was quickly turning into the site of a dangerous fight.

The troll seemed more stunned than anything, and Adar used that advantage to sprint forward and get in the first hit of his sword.

The elf watched, mesmerized, as Adar spun about the troll and quickly slashed the back his heels while avoiding the grasping hands of Damrod. The hill troll bellowed as he dropped to his knees and swiped his arms about as he tried to catch Adar, but he was clearly too slow and too immobile to do so.

The uruk kept his distance and remained in Damrod’s blind spot, adjusting the hold on the sword as he studied the troll’s movements with a drawn expression. Whether it was anger or concentration, Celebrimbor couldn’t tell.

Adar was deliberate in his movements and didn’t waste any of his strength as he let Damrod rage and flail about. The smith wasn’t quite sure what did eventually cause the uruk to spring into action again – it must have been some cue Celebrimbor couldn’t parse as someone who mostly existed as a non-combatant. But eventually, the uruk grasped the handle of his sword with two hands and began to sprint at Damrod’s back.

With a few steps and two jumps up Damrod's arm, he had reached the troll’s shoulders, and drove his sword into the back of the troll’s neck in one quick thrust. It went through like a knife cutting through butter, despite the fact that trolls were quite sturdy creatures.

Celebrimbor couldn’t help but be awed at the uruk’s display of skill and strength. Very few elves could fell a hill troll all on their own, and even fewer could do it in such few attacks as Adar had peformed.

Damrod gurgled and tried to hold the front of his throat, to get a grasp of Adar’s sword, but Adar withdrew it and leapt from the troll’s back before he even got close. Safely out of reach, the uruk began to walk back to where the elf and Glûg were frozen in place.

For a moment, it looked as if the troll would struggle back to his feet, snarling and glaring in the direction of the group, before he toppled over and onto the ground. It did not take long before his body stilled completely.

The elf released a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding, and could feel Glûg do the same behind him. The lieutenant soon began to pull Celebrimbor up and back into a standing position from where he’d been slouched into the uruk’s chest.

Still, the smith couldn’t take his eyes off of Adar, who didn’t even have a scratch or a drop of blood on him. He merely shook his sword to clean off some of the thick, black liquid on it, and then sheated it again as he came to a stop right in front of Celebrimbor.

He reached out, and grasped Celebrimbor’s elbow when the elf’s legs shook precariously for a moment. As he steadied the smith, he asked, "Are you alright?" and let his eyes move over Celebrimbor’s body, undoutably looking for injuries.

Both the concern and the other’s searching gaze made the smith feel strangely warm inside. He lifted the arm Adar had a hold of without shaking his grip, and placed his hand on the inside of the uruk’s elbow. Adar’s head jerked up, and the two locked eyes.

"I am a little shaken, but otherwise unharmed – thanks to you. And your guard," the smith confirmed, and turned a shaky smile at Glûg. Then he turned back to his husband. "How about you? Are you okay?"

Adar stared at him for a breath, expression unreadable, before he nodded. "I am fine. He tried, but he couldn’t reach me."

Neither he nor Celebrimbor had let go of the other, and the smith didn’t feel inclined to bring attention to that fact – or change anything about it. Adar’s hand was a warm, comforting weight through Celebrimbor's robe, and despite the ability for violence he had just displayed, his hold was decidedly light – gentle.

The uruk turned his face to Glûg, then. "How about you, child?"

The lieutenant bowed slightly. "Lord Father. I am unharmed as well."

Adar nodded, and placed his free hand on the uruk’s shoulder in a gesture of support. The uruk seemed to preen under his leader’s attention.

The moment did not last long, and Adar quickly withdrew his hands again – both of them. The feeling of dissappointment was a surprise for the smith, but he chalked it up to how unsettled he still felt due to the unexpected danger.

He was even more surprised when, after that, he felt a hand between his shoulder blades, and caught sight of Adar watching him.

"I hate to cut your exploration short, Celebrimbor. But I think I’d be more at ease if you remained in our tent for the rest of the day," he explained. A pause, a snort, and then he added, "You seem particularly skilled at attracting danger."

The elf would have been indignant, if he hadn’t caught himself wishing to return to the imagined safety of the tent as well. He nodded in assent, but his mind continued to linger on a particular, little piece of Adar’s previous sentence.

‘Our tent,’ the elf thought, and let himself be lead along by his husband, whose hand still remained firmly on his back. Celebrimbor was sure Adar hadn’t even been aware of his choice of words, and yet-

The warmth he had felt before spread across his chest and down to the tips of his fingers. Once he wasn’t quite so much in need of a chair to sit down in and some time to contemplate the day’s events, the smith knew he’d have to try and examine that more closely.

For now, however, Celebrimbor let himself be guided back, Adar walking by his side as he talked to Glûg and the other lieutenant. If there was a small smile spreading across the elf's face for a moment despite what had just happened, well, that was only for Celebrimbor to know.

[incorrectswordcatcherquotes]

Kel: I completed the mission unscathed.

Lin: You are bleeding in so many places.

Kel: I’m a bit scathed.

[c0zmozys]

lil timeline

[dimonds456]

It is not okay to speculate whether or not someone is suicidal. If they claim to be, you should 100% take that shit seriously and give them the benefit of the doubt.

That said, if someone is using their own suicidality as a weapon to gain sympathy, emotionally manipulate someone, or to push other people down, GENUINELY fuck that person. While it's not okay for us to doubt that statement just because they're weaponizing it, that also doesn't mean we need to ALLOW that manipulation to convince us of something.

If you feel the need to use your terrible mental health as a step-stool in a conversation to make your side more heard than the other, you need to take a step back and re-evaluate yourself. And I am saying this as someone who ALSO has shit mental health and has been in the trenches with it before. I get it. I understand. But also STOP.

It's tempting to want to save your own ass over recognizing where you've gone wrong, but just a word of advise: recognizing where you've gone wrong WILL save your ass and give you better mental health and wisdom down the line.

However, emotionally manipulating people absolutely will not.

[phightinghottakes]

Swocket is boring. Reminds me of the times when I would play with a boy as a kid and people would be like “awww is he your BOYFRIEND” like at some point I think we should just let friends be friends

And I kind of don’t see what you mean by “it’s kind of weird soda ships zukaheart and swocket” as if they’re aren’t little alternate stories she’s made where zukaheart isn’t a thing? And vice versa? Like, I’ve met people who shipped both. None of them have brought up the incest thing because usually they’re never shipped at the exact same time.

Personally I’ve started warming up to venomzuka but considering how that has the same incest “issue” I don’t think you guys will like that either.

-yapper anon

Something something, Greek gods.

[starlight-bread-blog]

Listening to songs with alarm-like sounds here is insane. The part comes and I frantically take off my headphones all like "IT'S HAMAS WHERE'S THE NEAREST SHELTER" only to realize it's just the song.

[steveshairychest]

It happened in the blink of an eye.

One minute, Steve is treading carefully through the upside down by Robin's side, the next he's pinned to a tree by something, or rather someone, and it takes Steve a long moment to recognise him; black eyes, scarred skin and blood matted hair making him almost unrecognisedable.

"E-Eddie?!" Steve's voice cracks as he frantically takes in the man in front of him, takes in the large fangs and bloody ripped clothes. But there's not an ounce of recognition on Eddie's face as he drags a sharp nail along Steve's cheekbone.

"Eddie can't help you now." His smile is sharp and blood red as he reaches down and pulls out a sword longer than Steve's own arm.

Everyone starts screaming when Eddie laughs and holds the blade to Steve's throat, Robin's gut-wrenching cries for Eddie to stop are almost as loud as Steve's pulse, which hammers loudly in his ears. Someone, Steve can't see who, steps closer to help him, but Eddie tuts and pushes the blade harder against Steve's throat. "No one moves."

The blade is covered in so much blood and gore, and when Eddie presses closer to Steve, their noses almost brushing, the sharp blade nicks Steve's throat and causes him to hiss in pain. Eddie's eyes track the single droplet of blood that spills from the cut, and with a strained groan, he pushes himself away from Steve.

There's something different about him when he cries out for Steve to run, something more human like, something more like Eddie.

Any trace of that humanity vanishes the second Steve starts to run.

[baileys-writing-desk]

The Afternoon Sun

Four was gravely injured in a monster attack, and it took everything Hyrule had to save him. Two days on, the smithy finally learns of the strange place he’s ended up in: Faron’s basin.

(This is concurrent with The Morning Sun, but it can be read on its own)

AO3

In Four’s brief moments of wakefulness, a strange blue creature towers over him…and there’s water all around…he’s in water. Why?

“Don’t worry, Link. You’re safe…”

He has no choice anyway, the smithy remembers as he floats in and out. He can’t leave…he doesn’t know what’s going on. Briefly he is met with the blurry face of the veteran standing in front of him, but even that doesn’t last long as his eyes slowly slip closed again.

“Four…”

“No- don’t fall asleep…yet…”

The next time he stirs, his body is still overcome with weakness, but he has gained just enough awareness to truly think, of what in Hylia’s name could have happened for him to end up here. He whines as his mind draws a blank.

Then a voice sounds from above.

“Ah! Back again, little Link. You with me, boy?”

Four slowly peels his eyes open. The familiar-looking giant blue creature from earlier- or at least a blurry distortion of it- peers down at him from above. He’s still partially submerged in water, with dark walls curving up over him in a circular shape.

Where…exactly am I?

What is that thing??

He grunts, trying and failing to blink the blurriness out of his vision. His body is still incredibly drained…although he must have been asleep for quite a while. The water drips and ripples slightly around him, as the creature extends her arm forward and dips what looks to be two fingers in. Testing the waters, he presumes. But why? Why is he in water?

Must not be regular water.

“Still warm enough…” it mutters, raising its arm back up. “Boy, please speak if you can hear me, will you? It does no good talking to myself.”

…But what kind of water is this?

Four hesitates. The creature wants him to speak; he must not leave it waiting.

“Wh- who are you…?” he croaks, voice incredibly dry. He tries to clear his throat but simply coughs instead. Damn…All this water around yet his mouth still feels like a desert.

“Ah, I suppose I have yet to introduce myself. Now that you seem coherent enough, I shall.” The creature’s blurry face begins to focus a little, showing dark eyes and purplish lips against the pale blue. Two long string-like antennae wave around the sides of her head. “I am Lady Faron, the Water Dragon and warden of the woods. You, young boy, are in my hall within the lake. Now don’t worry, you’re safe here with me.”

Faron…He’s heard that name before. But where…?

The smithy frowns, raising a hand out of the water to touch his forehead. “…And why am I-“

“In my basin, you ask?” Faron chuckles. “That one’s easy. It’s to heal you. In case you don’t remember, you were gravely injured.”

…Oh.

A faint memory drifts in, of his inability to parry a monster’s sharp blade. I was stabbed.

“I…I do.” Four groans, eyebrow furrowing as he starts to make out more of Faron’s features. “You…saved me?”

“Now, boy, don’t give me all the credit here. Another of your companions used all his magic to close your wounds. That is what saved you. But you were still far too weak….” She pauses. “The water you are lying in is my sacred water, which acts as a healing bath.”

Another of your companions…

Hyrule. It had to be Hyrule.

He drops his hand back into the water, noticing the tingling effects of the dragon’s magical substance.

“So tell me, little Link…how do you feel?”

“I’m…” The questions swim through his head. Where’s Rulie? Why does Faron sound so familiar? “…I’ve been better, just so tired…”

Is Rulie okay?

“Are you in any pain?”

Slowly and gently, he shakes his head, being mindful of the dull ache. “Where’s…Hyrule?”

“Oh, him? He’s resting with the Thunder Dragon in his domain. Don’t worry, he’s in very good hands. Lanayru’s grown quite attached to that boy.”

…Lanayru?

This must be Sky’s era, he realizes.

And something comes to mind about three guardian dragons…Lanayru, Eldin?…and Faron. Of course. Water Dragon. He blames his muddled brain for not putting the pieces together earlier.

“Is…anyone else here?” he manages. “…Legend?” Yes. The vet was here, right?

“I’m sorry, I don’t follow.” Faron frowns, glancing around the rest of the hall which Four cannot see from the basin. “It’s only you and me. Well…and my Kikwis.”

Your- what??

A small splash comes from his right. Slowly the confused smithy turns his head, as far as he can without dipping his face in the water. Something is there next to him. Something like…a very weird-looking- what?? It stares at him with cute eyes and chuckles, opening its bird-like beak slightly.

“Wh-“ Four startles. “-what the hell is that thing??”

Faron only laughs. “Ah, little Link, I assume it’s your first Kikwi encounter. Now don’t worry, he won’t harm you. If he does, boy, tell me and he’s dinner!”

He coughs from the effort of raising his voice, gazing at the little Kikwi playing in the shallow water. What even are those??

And what was that about dinner?

“No…I won’t eat that…whatever it is.” Four mutters, turning his head back to face Faron.

“Oh, you wouldn’t be eating him!” The Water Dragon grins mischievously. “I will.”

Suddenly it all clicks.

It’s her. Faron. That bitchy dragon who eats things smaller than her. And Four is quite a bit smaller—

Oh no.

This can’t be good.

Too weak to sit up fully, he flails his hands and attempts to scamper back, startling the poor Kikwi. “Nonono…” he squeaks out. “Donteatmedonteatmedonteatmedont-“

“Hey, relax!” Faron’s eyes widen. “Did I say I was going to eat you?”

“No, but…I’ve heard things-“

“Of course you have. My Link must have put that idea into your little head.” She scoffs. “Four, I won’t eat you. Take my word.”

The smithy takes a deep breath, laying back down into the water, exhausted from the energy he had just used. Beside him the Kikwi chortles.

“You promise?” he asks, almost in a whisper.

“On my life.”

Wow. She’s serious about this. He still doesn’t quite know if he can trust her…but it’s not like he has much of a choice. The walls of the basin are far too high for him to climb out, and she most likely wouldn’t let him leave in his condition.

He lets out a long sigh. “…Okay.”

I guess I’ll trust you.

“Well! I’m glad we got that sorted out.” The Water Dragon laughs, then pauses to think. “You’ve been in my hands for over a day, it would be a shame if we didn’t get along, now, wouldn’t it?”

Four slowly nods his head, feeling the sacred water continue to gradually lessen the ache. The Kikwi steps closer to him and taps his cheek.

“And me too! I’ve been by your side, kwee!”

Wait. Did that Kikwi just talk?!

He gasps in surprise, wide eyes staring at the small creature. “You…you can talk too??”

“Ah yes, they can.” Faron answers first. “I suppose that’s a detail I should have mentioned before.”

The Kikwi giggles. “Sorry to startle you, little Link. I’m Machi, kwee!”

Machi. What an interesting name.

“H-hi…Machi. It’s nice to meet you, um…” The smithy hesitates. “You can call me Four.”

“Like the number, I know! How peculiar. Where did that name come from, kwee?”

Oh Hylia…Four groans in displeasure. Now is not the best time to explain the whole story of the Four Sword and how he can split into four people, it's…Too much. Far too exhausting.

“Now Machi, don’t overwhelm him.” Faron’s voice, for once, relieves him. “He’s too weak for explaining, that can come later.”

Thank goodness.

“Oh…my apologies, kwee.” Machi’s eyes droop slightly, and Four briefly reaches out to pat its belly.

“It’s okay,” he mutters. The small Kikwi smiles before stepping back to glance up at Faron. Why do they say ‘kwee’ all the time?, he wonders. These little creatures are quite peculiar.

Four takes a deep breath, resting his eyes and letting his body relax once more. Normally he would be able to deal with all these new discoveries; he would be fascinated at Faron and the Kikwis and their ways of life. He would ask Faron why this basin is clearly made for her, and if she’s ever had to use it. He would leave the hall and take a swim for a while, studying the marine life in this unfamiliar region and telling Hyrule excitedly about his findings.

But he is far from strong enough…nowhere near his full self. That will all have to wait, too.

“Little Link, you still look quite drained.” Faron comments. Yep, sounds about right. “Perhaps I shall leave you some space. The more you rest, the quicker you will be healed, boy.”

He blinks his eyes back open, giving the Water Dragon a slight smile. “...Fair enough.”

“I’m sure Lanayru will come by soon. When you’re better, he can pick you up and take you back to your little friend…Hyrule.”

His heart flutters at her mention of the Traveler. Magic exhaustion, he remembers. Rulie has never been out for more than a couple days…he should be waking up soon, right? I hope he’s okay.

“How- how long will this take?” he mumbles. “...To heal, I mean.”

“I’ll be straight with you, Four, the wounds you sustained were severe. Your friend’s healing saved your life, but I estimate several more days before you can be up and around.”

Well, that’s just great. Looks like he won’t be leaving this basin anytime soon.

At least Faron and Machi are decent company. He’s heard scary stories about Faron and her threats to eat almost anything, but at this point she clearly won’t do it to him. The Kikwis, weird as they are, seem quite nice. And he can still hope for visits, from one of his brothers or Lanayru.

“...Okay,” he answers, nodding slowly. He can hear Machi playing in the water, still by his side, while Faron grins.

“You’re a strong hero, little Link,” she assures him. “I have faith in you. Now…I’ll be right back, boy. Please let yourself rest, and don’t go anywhere.”

Four chuckles at her comment. “I won’t, thanks.”

Unless someone comes to take him from the basin, he is most definitely not going anywhere.

He waits for her to disappear out of sight, listening to the sound of her diving underwater, before letting out a long sigh. The lingering tiredness is beginning to win over once again…

You’re safe now. You’re okay.

As he slowly drifts off, he pictures the day when he can finally reunite with Hyrule and the others.

[incorrect-legendborn-quotes]

Erebus: Bree, Bree, Bree. Look, okay? You had a really bad day, your stressed out, seven people died-

Bree: Twelve people!

Erebus: Not the point. Look, they’re dead now. And really? Whose fault is that?

Bree: YOURS!!!

Erebus: That’s right. No one’s.

[linkedspirit-fanartfunart]

Blue Skies and Dark Clouds

Sky's backstory! (Ao3)

(And unfortunately because it's a Backstory I and everyone else must suffer the sense that things aren't Resolved lol)

Summary: Zelda & Link have always been inseparable. Now, Link fights Demise, the creature that separated them, even as he's on the verge of collapse... when the battle is done, Link just can't seem to slot himself back next to Zelda as smoothly as they used to.

Warnings: injury, ignoring injury, spoilers for the end of Skyward Sword but like. So is the comic. Zelda has Hylia Guilt annnd... angst. Ye.

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There was a time before Demons and Goddess reborn. Before endless cycles of battle. When the sky was blue and cloudy. The air crisp. Skyloft had felt much bigger back then. When it was the only place they knew. When the place beneath the clouds was a legend, a fantasy.

The little orphan boy followed the headmasters daughter closely, as he often did when they were young. Small hand in hers. The pair were still equally small, and had recently traded wardrobes. Link's old dress looked much nicer on Zelda, that was for sure. Link also much preferred Zelda's old tunic shirt on himself. It was especially nice because it smelled like her still.

“Hey- er- Zelda!” Groose said, waving excitedly at her. His red hair was tied up in a little ponytail right at the top of his head.

Link leaned over to whisper to Zelda “Umbrella.”

She laughed, “Link, be nice.”

Groose frowned, putting his hands on his hips. “What did he just say?”

“Oh, he's just being silly.” Zelda said with another giggle.

“Hmph. Well, I just learned how to do a loop-d-loop with my loftwing! Do ya wanna watch?”

Link shifted to hide behind Zelda.

“Oh, not right now. Link and I are gonna go looking for butterflies,” Zelda said. She gestured her head at Link behind her.

“...Oh.” Groose mumbled. He frowned, folding his arms, “Well when are you not doing something with Link?”

Zelda considered. She shrugged, “I don't know?”

“Uhg, why do you even hang out with him!? All he does is stare at clouds and catch bugs! How is that any fun? He doesn't even talk!” Groose complained, throwing his hands up.

Link hid further behind Zelda. She frowned, stepping forward, “He's my best friend! He's super sweet and funny and super cool! So maybe you should shut up! I don't think I wanna be your friend if you can't be friends with Link!”

Groose pouted, “Well…n- Nevermind then!” he turned and ran.

Link watched him go, then looked at Zelda. “Thanks,” he whispered.

“I'll always protect you!” Zelda exclaimed, turning to take his hand and raise it to the sky with hers. “We'll be best friends forever and ever and nobody is ever gonna get between us!”

Link smiled and nodded firmly.

-*-

10 years later and nothing would get between him and his best friend. Not even the Demon King.

The sky was dark. Oppressive dark magic filled the endless world of storm. Lightning made of pure rage and malice crashed through the swirling dark clouds.

The Master Sword raised Skyward like a beacon of defiance. The lightning struck down upon him. Ae channeled all the boiling rage of his own and redirected it against the Demon King. Before it could consume him.

Link ignored the pain crashing through his body. Ignored the insistent chime from Fi reminding him he was very close to outright collapsing or even dying. Ae could do this. He would be fast enough, he would be strong enough, he would be smart enough. Nothing. Would. Take Zelda. From him. Again!

He slashed repeatedly into Demise's chest. His blood boiled in his veins. His gaze sharp and focused. Aer breaths made with careful precision.

Demise was strong and firm. His movements sharp and heavy. Link's legs shook with the efforts to remain standing as Demise's blade struck against his shield. Link flipped out of Demise's range, eyes flickering at the demonic skies. There was no holy light here to call. Only electric power and anger.

Link rose his sword Skyward as Demise strode toward him. Stalking aer like prey.

Link grunted and stumbled slightly against the force of pure energy crashing against his blade. Fi captured it, sparks crackling dangerously close to his skin. He panted, swallowing down the fear closing around his throat. He swung his sword toward Demise as he rose his own. The blades cracked together.

Lightning erupted over Link's body, the crash shocking his senses. His body seizing from the God's power. It felt nothing like the electric powers found in the Desert. It was seared into him with pure contempt for his existence.

A buzz in the ozone. Hair standing on end. Demise's electrified blade struck against his chest, pushing Link back into the pool of thin waters. Link could barely feel aer face. He breathed out slowly.

Ae struggled to take another breath in.

The sky was hazy and dark. Get up. Get up. GET. UP. He refused to slow down now.

Link rolled as Demise's blade crashed down against where he would've been. Ae tumbled into a stand, pulling out a half-full bottle of red liquid. He downed all the flower-sweet crimson potion in one gulp. Ae choked on it, feeling it buzz against the fuzz in his brain and the cotton in his mouth.

He dodged another attempt at a blow, flipping backwards. Ae dropped the empty bottle entirely. He grabbed the Master Sword and thrust it to the Sky again. His eyes focused even as his vision seemed to play tricks with him.

Lighting cracked around the blade. Zelda's hair golden and long like a flash of light.

Link yelled and sliced the electric power at the God with breakneck speed. Zelda's smile as she demonstrated an arching motion with a wooden sword.

Zelda. Limp and unconscious, warm brown color drained from her face. Her body draped in Groose's arms. Link hit Demise with a flurry of quick, precise strikes. Aer blood pounded in aer veins. Fi's blade nearly glowed, shining and swift against the shadows of the Demon King.

He pushed Demise onto his back with a splash of ink dark waters. He screamed a yell of rage and lept. Electricity cracked around Fi's blade. The pulsing rage of it almost seemed to follow his whim, now. He drove the sword into Demise's chest. He was strangely still for a flash. The sky rolled with thunder. Link flipped back. Ready.

Demise stumbled back to a stand, wavering. His blade rose, then fell, crashing to the ground. Ghirahim's sword form vanished in a flurry of dark smoke. Link glared intently. There had to be another move. Something the demon had prepared. A beastal form? Like the Imprisoned?

Demise panted, almost laughing, “Extraordinary. You stand as a paragon to your kind, human.”

Link stared, unsettled. He shifted, keeping his sword close and ready. Briefly, he glanced around for a sign that Ghirahim might materialise to attack him from above or behind.

“You fight like no man or demon I have ever known. Though this is not the end.”

They both labored for breath. Link couldn't see any inkling of a transformation. His scales shimmered slightly, but not with dark power. It seemed more like light, crackling and overpowering the dark that created the demon.

“My hate… never perishes. It is born anew in a cycle with no end! I will rise again!” Demise exclaimed to the windless world.

Link's brows furrowed deeper. His breaths felt shallow and difficult. He ignored blistering pain shooting through his arm and hand. He would see this through. Ae had to stay standing. He had to. Just. Stay standing.

Demise raised his hand slowly, pointing, “Those like you… Those who share the blood of the goddess and the spirit of the hero… they are eternally bound to this curse.” Demise heaved a laboured breath. “An Incarnation of my hatred shall ever follow your kind, dooming them to wander a blood-soaked sea of darkness for all time!” The Demon King laughed, maniacal as his form shimmered like a ghost.

Link's heart pounded heavily against his chest. A booming painful cacophony. He held firm. Ready and alert even as Demise vanished into a puff of smoke.

Fi chimed. Link glanced at the glowing sword, his friend, expression softening. Ae shifted to raise the sword Skyward, slower than ae usually would. His arm ached and stung with the effort.

The lingering darkness gathered into the blade. Fi spoke into the endless sky, finally turning a peaceful blue. “I have confirmed the eradication of the Demon King.” Link let out a heaved sigh of relief, looking up to the clouds. He felt the lingering tension in his body fade. His vision swirled and wavered, the blues and whites hazy. Ae felt close to collapse. He stiffened back up again. Ae could pull it together. Ae needed to get to Zelda. Check if she was alright. Prove to Impa and his goddess that he and Fi were successful. Prove to Zelda she was finally safe.

“His residual consciousness has been absorbed into the Master Sword…” Fi said softly. His sword arm shook slightly. He glanced at Fi. “And is now sealed away.” Link closed his eyes, and light returned him to the sealed grounds.

-*-

“Hey, wake up sleepy head.” A soft voice said. Gentle fingers brushing against his forehead. Zelda. His brows pinched and he turned further into the mattress… Which didn't feel quite like a mattress. It was warm and the fabric was wrong. Not to mention the vague sense everything was moving.

“Link? Please wake up,” Zelda said, sounding more frightened, sad. Ae groaned, shifting to open his eyes. Zelda seemed like she was glowing. A blur of pale blonde and a white dress. Just how often did he need reminding she was a reincarnated goddess? So far beyond his reach… Now she had to glow to be beyond his sight even with her next to him?

“Oh, oh good-” She said. She definitely looked like she was walking. Why were they moving if he was asleep-

“He's gonna be fine,” Groose said somewhere above him, “He was moving and grooving just fine for at least 20 minutes, right?” Oh. Groose was carrying aer. They'd said goodbye to Fi, to Impa- twice- and he'd looked back at the Master Sword and… then… then…. The world had lurched upward and everything was bright and blank.

“I'm just worried his injuries are worse than they look… Goodness, his face-” Zelda's hand brushed against aer cheek. It stung. He made a soft whine, pulling away slightly. “Oh, oh! I'm so sorry-” she stammered, sounding a lot more like she used to when she fretted over aer. Ae giggled despite aerself. He missed her so much… He tried to reach for her hand, but his right side felt pinned, tingling with pain and exertion. He shifted and brought his left hand to her hand instead.

“We're going to take you home, okay? It's going to be okay! It's fine, you're fine.” Zelda moved her hand away and became a blur of motion. With the little hiccups Link had to assume she was wiping away more tears…

Link sighed softly. He briefly considered demanding Groose let him walk on his own… but… this felt nice. Ae was exhausted anyway. So instead he pulled on Groose's shirt to get him to move closer to Zelda. Groose didn't quite catch the intentions, and instead he leaned his big dumb head down to obscure all of Link's currently very limited vision.

He glared lightly.

“You look like a pirate with that squinty look you're doing.” Groose commented. Link smacked his chest. “See Zelda, ae's fine! He probably only collapsed because he's been running on no sleep for like a month.”

“Ohhhhh,” She whined, not sounding comforted at all.

Link reached to her again but instead of Zelda's touch, ae felt a billow of wind and heard an unmistakable chime-

“Woah! Ally-up!” Groose exclaimed with a whoop and they were flung upwards into the air. Link completely lost sight of Zelda in the whirlwind. A sense of panic and dread clutched his chest and his throat.

Groose held onto him tightly. Groose whistled. A screech from a loftwing. Link yelped as he got nearly squished between a body of feathers and Groose. “Sorry sorry-” Groose whispered. “That could've been gentler.”

Link struggled to adjust aer self enough to get into a more secure and comfortable position. “Stop squirming, you're gonna knock us off balance. it'll only be a few minutes.” Groose grumbled.

Link snorted a huff. A red blur swooped above them, shrieking.

“WOAH you big red brute, he's fine! I've got him!” Groose exclaimed to Crimson.

Link wanted to clarify just who the big red brute was here, Crimson or Groose, but the joke couldn't make it past a wheeze in his throat.

Link hooked his left arm around Groose's shoulder and pulled himself up closer to a sitting position. Groose and his Loftwing both squawked in protest. The world spun and blurred around him. Something wooshed back and forth in his ears. It didn't feel like the wind. His own heartbeat, maybe. He reached up to his Loftwing's beak, giving him a gentle pat. Crimson churred, satisfied, and backed away, swooping to fly under them.

“Oh. Thanks,” Groose grumbled, “...Dunderhead.”

Link didn't have the energy to argue. Blue. Blue blue blue- why was Zelda's loftwing the color of the sky, why was she so hard to see- “Zelda-” Link rasped. Voice quiet and scratchy. It felt like the first time ae had spoken aloud since Zelda had fallen through the clouds…It might have been.

“Oh. She's just ahead of us. She's speeding like a firecracker too, I think she's gonna grab some people to meet us when we land.”

Link struggled to look into the distance enough to spot her. It was harder to breathe in the sky. The air thin, his breaths shallow and wheezing. The blue skies all blurred back out into darkness. Aer head lulled before ae could stop it.

“Link?!”

Blur. Grainy moments. Their voices were so loud but so distant. His body heavy and light all at once. It was just too hard to wake up…

“OH I think he's waking up!” Zelda shouted over her shoulder. Practically in his ears, but he didn't care. Her face was much closer and thankfully much clearer.

Footsteps thundered into the room. Groose, Link assumed, from the stumbling sound. A slower footfall entered shortly after, Headmaster Gaepora maybe?

Link didn't turn to look. Ae just smiled softly at Zelda. She smiled back, eyes teary. Ae wished she could stop crying… it was over. She said so herself.

Link reached up to wipe her tears. He frowned softly as he noted the bandage wrapped around the entirety of his right hand and arm. It hadn't been that bad… right?

Zelda leaned against his touch, grabbing his left wrist with both her hands. “Stop scaring me, you jerk.”

He slowly pulled his hands from hers, signing, “I'm okay. Tired.”

“Have you really not slept for a month? I know better than to trust Groose at his word but-”

Groose huffed, but didn't interrupt with protest. …Weird, Link decided.

Zelda brushed a thumb under his left eye, where dark circles were very likely to be. He closed his eyes, sighing. “You really look so tired.” She said softly.

Ae couldn't really dignify that with a response. Sleep had become a battle of its own lately. Dreams of the myriad of ways he could've lost Zelda had been near constant any time he'd slept long enough to dream.

She leaned over and hugged him, voice lowering to a whisper. “I'm sorry. I didn't- you're too kind. I would hate me if I was you. So much. I made you do such dangerous and horrible things in my name-”

“No-” Link whispered… Don't say that-

Zelda leaned back so she could look at him.

“I trust-” His signs were cut off without his input. His arm shook, tingling with pain pain pain- How did he ignore it before? Electricity seizing his heart with a slash of a blade. Burns curling against his hand-

“Link?”

The shaking slowed. Ae swallowed heavily, staring at aer hand.

“Zelda, may I?” Gaepora asked softly.

She nodded, making space for Gaepora to sit beside them. Zelda leaned into her father's side, sighing softly. Gaepora smiled at her, kissing the top of her head before turning back to Link.

“Link, what caused these injuries? I haven't seen anything like this before.”

He sighed, forming the words carefully with his hands, far too focused on the motions to feel anything more than monotone. “Lightning. Sword. Demon.” He hesitated, then mimed raising the Master Sword up, and the crackle of lightning traveling through it. Trapped by Fi. Then a strike to his blade, and chaos, lightning jumping from his sword and through his arm.

“Ah. That explains the intensity of the burns on your hand.” Gaepora took his right hand gently to look at, carefully. “Do you feel anything?”

Link snorted, grimacing a bit exaggeratedly, “Yes. O W.”

Gaepora shook his head, very gently squeezing his pinky, one of the least injured fingers, “Can you feel the touch, though?”

He frowned, focusing. Slowly, ae nodded.

Gaepora hummed sceptically, letting go, “I'm taking that as ‘a little’.”

Link sighed, shifting to lay flat, looking up at the ceiling. Ae supposed the scepticism was fair.

“Well. The main thing I'm concerned with is how shallow your breathing sounds and how hard your heart seemed to be working earlier. The burns and cuts should heal, but we have no way to know how that lightning will affect you.” Gaepora said softly, “We'll keep watching you, okay? Just be careful.”

Link nodded, closing his eyes again.

-*-

The woosh and thunk of the ax against the wood was pleasantly familiar, even if Link wasn't the one cutting. He watched Zelda take a final whack at the tree. It crackled and fell neatly. He sighed. She was getting the hang of it very quickly. She didn't even need any advice. With the dangerous section done, he decided he might as well help more than just supervise. The site they'd set up building the house was within shouting distance. He carefully grabbed a finished bundle of wood and started walking.

“Link! What are you doing? Be careful!” Zelda shouted as she rushed toward him.

He groaned loudly. He was going to start screaming every time he heard those words. He continued walking. He was being careful with this batch of wood, thank you very much. He wasn't even using his bandaged hand.

Zelda grabbed the wood from him, “Here, I can do it-” She said with a smile. After she'd already taken the wood. She adjusted her grip, “Do you remember what part of the frame this was for?”

Link frowned, “I had it!” He protested, throwing his hands up.

“I know!” Zelda said, smiling far too wide, “It's fine though, I can do it! It's barely anything compared to what you've done…”

He looked up to the sky, but he knew the Goddess wasn't going to guide him. … She was trying, however. He sighed. “It's for the right wall.”

“Oh perfect!” Zelda started walking, and Link sighed, following.

“So you just want me to find the right woods, and that's it, huh?” ae mumbled.

“You really should be resting, I have it handled by now-” Zelda started. She looked at him, and something about his furrowed expression must have made her smile fall slightly. She turned to look forward, “You helped a lot with the plans, you're really doing more than you need to!”

“I'm a woodworker,” Link said as an explanation. He needed to do something with his hands. Ae couldn't just sit around while everyone else helped build their house.

“And you're fantastic at it, but that doesn't mean we can't help you!” Zelda said, “Please… just let me help you.” She said softly.

Ae sighed. With another glance up at the sky, ae nodded. Silence stretched between them. It felt awkward… When did silence between them start feeling so uncomfortable?

“I love you.” Link mumbled, just to say it. To fill the space. To confirm they were still best friends.

“I know.” Zelda said, voice thick with some sort of sadness. A guilt he couldn't figure out how to stop her from believing. “I love you too.”

He watched her for a moment, carrying the burden he had intended to take. Ae sighed, gripping his bandaged hand. It stung slightly still, sending a tingle through his whole arm. “I know,” he nearly whispered, feeling like he had to force it out... Strange, how he had to grow out of his childhood silence all over again.

“Oh there you two are!” Groose shouted with a wave. “Look!” He gestured to the house's frame, nearly complete already.

Link smiled softly, “You're insane.”

“Oh wow. Impressive work Groose!” Zelda cheered. She laughed, running over to hug Groose. He blinked, face flushing bright red over her shoulder. “It's going to be so beautiful!” Zelda cheered, squeezing him.

Link laughed and meandered around the structure. He smiled, looking it over. Groose was a fantastic engineer. He sat in the grass, closing his eyes to imagine the finished work. He could just picture Zelda's fiber art hanging in the rafters and walls. Groose's little workout space in a corner. His work bench in another- his hand started shaking again. He opened his eyes, feeling a wetness well in the corners. Would he ever get back to whittling? It certainly wasn't particularly safe with a shaky hand. ...A lot of things weren't, it seemed.

A warm body settled next to him, and then another on his other side. Zelda leaned in, “Are you okay? Is it hurting? Do you need something?”

Link swallowed and shook aer head. “I'm fine.” He sucked in a breath, rubbing his eyes gently. “Just got lost in my thoughts.”

Groose nodded softly, “Sounds like you.”

Link laughed, “I guess it does.” Lost. He was always lost, wasn't he?

Zelda nuzzled in and hugged him. “Can we help you through them?” She said softly.

“No,” Link whispered impulsively. Surprising himself. Zelda looked startled, confused. Ae bit aer lip. “It's nothing bad. I was just imagining what it'd look like when it's done.” He pulled a smile on, glancing between the pair of them.

“It'll be fantastic," Zelda said softly.

“It'll be Groozsume!” Groose announced.

“That doesn't sound like what you think it sounds like,” Link laughed.

“Shut up, it totally does.” Groose laughed, ruffling Link's hair.

The trio laughed and snuggled together.

“It'll be beautiful,” Link whispered softly. He sighed, closing his eyes. The breeze tossed his hair. Warmth on either side buffetting any windchill. Zelda's perfume was still calming. But he could feel her nervous energy, her suffocating concern curled against him.

Yet… Ae would always prefer to suffer her nerves and worry over not having her near at all. He just needed her near. They'd figure the rest out. Eventually.

[follower-sword]

An Apology Gone Wrong

TW: Sucidal thoughts. Child abandonment. Implied death. Depression.

He just wanted everything back to normal again. Thankfully that little messager dragon was still asleep in Star's pocket. He didn't even know if Ego got the letter or let alone wanted to come.

He sat in the meadow for a long while, messing with the flowers there...maybe he could bring some back to Star...he was interrupted by footsteps. He swiftly turns around and gets up, seeing Ego there in full armor.

"...I didn't expect-"

"For me to actually come? Yeah I figured."

They stood there for a while, pure silence. The wind blew softly as the birds chirped. Follower broke the silence.

"Look I-...I'm sorry...I just wante-"

"Dont make excuses. I don't forgive you."

The dove's feathers fluffed up in surprise. He was confused...usually Ego would take it as a joke...

"I-"

"That's it? I'm sorry? That's why you brought me out here? For a half ass apology?"

The otter crossed his arms. A huge frown formed on his face as his tail lashed around.

"I know Star is the reason your apologizing. You don't even mean it! Your doing this cause the only person who fucking cares about you told you too! You really like being told what to do huh?! Maybe thats why Star loves you! Because your a good boy right? You listen to anything he says!"

Follower looks down, he didn't know what to say due to his thoughts scattering.

"You know Sword, I tried making friends with you for so long! Only for me to get hate back! I tried so hard so maybe! Just maybe just could have a friend other than Egg! That I felt like I was worth something!"

"Heck! I wouldn't be surprised if you treated Star like shit when you first met him! You definitely did with me! I'm surprised Star even stayed with you this long! What is he going to do when he figures out the REAL reason you were abandoned by Venomshank?"

The dove froze...no no no..

"Yeah! I'm surprised people believed that little sob tale! Your not innocent Sword...you never were...Icedagger was your fault. No wonder your father left you for DEAD!"

Follower whipped out his sword and aimed it at Ego's neck.

"Don't you dare.."

"Hah..see? Everytime. Everytime someone disagrees or someone tries to reveal who you are you try to result to killing. What happeneds when Star finds out you killed me too? That's what you do best Sword, just like Icedagger."

"THAT WASN'T MY FAULT!"

"Where is the proof? Where is the proof bird? Cause all I see is a murderer."

Follower was panting like he just ran a mile, his heart pounded as his mind ran thousands of thoughts, scenarios and flashbacks. Windforce must have told him...there's no other way he could know...but...he couldn't, he never could bring himself to kill anyone who did nothing wrong...

The dove lowered his blade as he turned off his emotions, staring at the ground with no expression. Something he learned while with Illumina.

"That's what I thought. Enjoy your time with Star while you have it. He won't stay for long."

Ego turns away and starts walking back to Playground but he stops for a second.

"By the way, if I see you again...I'm not afraid to tell Star who you really are...I hope your happy to get a taste of your own medicine.."

With that the Captian left. As soon as Ego was gone it was like a switch flipped, causing all of the dove's emotions to flood in like a dam breaking and he collapsed. Sobbing in the flower covered meadow.....

Just let him dissappear....

[blackstarchanx3new]

Four Swords Returns pages 97-101

Content warning for some of the language used by Link here he's heavily implied to be suicidal so if that bothers you, you might wanna skip these ones. (It's a theme in a LOT of my works if you aren't aware)

FSR's main themes are getting over those kinds of feelings/working through them, not succumbing to them. And him pulling the sword is NOT an allusion to him dying, rather a way to cope with said feelings.

Next update will be happy I promise!

It was nice drawing Link happy.

This is why I was drawing a lot of cute fan art of Link while working on these pages.

Speaking of since ya made it to the end of this update here's a bonus doodle of my mans taking a nap in the scared realm.

[starsforeyesandaswordforatail]

"Have you seen Sozo?"

"Yes, yes, I have a body. Feel free to grovel."

ooc under cut

Sozo's creator, the ever-malicious god of chaos and want, the Starlit Spectre. In his world, he cannot appear as anything other than a stationary inn except on blood moons.

He's a manipulative, abusive, asshole, interact with caution

@paintedgrilledcheese

owned by @valentinos-corner

[real-godzekiel]

i'm not going to bothering doing a certain i forgot what it even was. that's how much i hate you all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! hi speeding wall

[shattered-reflections-au]

Fluffvember 23, Self care / “Thank you for believing in me”

--- --- --- tw: past self harm references

Saturdays may be party nights for most college students, but not Red. no. Saturday nights were his nights. they were nights where he gave into the part of him that craved glitter bath bombs and trashy reality tv. the nights where he touched up his roots (if they needed it) and broke out the extra fuzzy socks.

nights where he broke out the fancy hand lotion.

self care nights.

---

Red's wet hair was up in a towel, curlers already set and the helmet of terrycloth just protecting them. Red sat at the end of his bed, applying his body lotion and waiting for his cousin.

Red ran his hands over his arms, making sure to coat his elbows as winter was quickly approaching and his skin's moisture retention was quickly leaving.

Red stopped, something about the motion feeling familiar. his eyes caught the faded scars.

he had almost forgotten. almost.

before he had time to think, Vio appeared in his doorway.

"am i interrupting something?" Vio asked, Red looking up at him the second the door creaked.

"Lotion. Vio. Don't you cis men ever use it?" Red joked, throwing the bottle onto his bedside table.

"yeah, but not for what you're thinking of." Vio explained, coming in and sitting down on the edge of Red's bed.

"gross," Red muttered, Vio laughed.

"but seriously, you okay?" Vio asked, "you looked upset."

Red sighed. "yeah just," he paused, "remembered things." Red explained.

Vio's expression shifted, his eyes finding the old scars. "what is it, like, two years now?" he asked.

Red smiled, pulling on his crochet sweater. "yeah, i think it is."

Vio smiled. "i told you that you could do it."

Red looked up, "do what?" he asked.

"survive." Vio said. "thrive. live."

Red smiled. "i did do it, didn't i?"

Vio smiled. "you did. you are. "

Red laid back on his bed, staring up at the old christmas lights above him. "thank you," he said simply.

"for what?" Vio asked.

"believing in me. being my support." Red explained. "saving me."

Vio smiled softly, laying back with Red.

"anytime."