#writing for me?!

[majorproblems77]

It’s still the weekend in my timezone. So sliding in to the end of the celebration with a cuddle pile for Sky… I don’t have good context to give other than “I read a fic where it was implied that the reason Sky wasn’t a part of Hyrule Warriors is because Ghirahim got his hands on a certain Sky-child and he was gone for the majority of the Skyloft campaign.” And then played with the idea of the chain being sent to rescue the poor kid.

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The thing haunting him, like the chimes of the Clock Town tower, was the horror of losing Sky’s heartbeat under his hands. He needed... wanted to assure himself that it was still Sky, that the heartbeat was still there, that it was over and Sky was... alive to tell the tale. He didn't think he could believe Sky as ‘ok’ —not after that—but he could settle for alive. Sky scooped up his hands as he remembered the burns, cuts, lightning that had been on shoulders and neck and didn't dare make contact. Sky set one of Time’s palms on his chest, where he could feel as the Chosen Hero took a slow, deliberate breath before guiding Time’s other hand to the pulse point in his neck.

“I'm alive.” He assured. Time hung his head, focusing on the pulse under his fingers, on the steady breath under his palm. He was ashamed he needed that assurance but also couldn't convince himself to pull away until he'd committed the sensations to memory.

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They'd eventually settled in camp for the night. Sky had accepted the hugs, the fussing, the clinging. Eventually, he'd ended up in the middle of a pile of the heroes who'd been in the dungeon. His head lay in Time’s lap, while Warriors and Twilight crowded him on either side, and lay each with one ear pressed to shoulder and chest where they could hear that proof he was alive. It left hands free for Legend and Hyrule to cling to while Wild unabashedly clung to his front, wrapped around his torso like a long-limbed octorock.

“Are you comfortable like that?” Four asked quietly.

Sky thought about it for a moment.

“Strangely enough, I really am...” The weight of the others piled on him was grounding and the warmth from the contact chased away all of the strange cold that had been clinging to him for... for so long he couldn't remember when it had started. But his gaze tracked up to the Eldest hero. Time had fallen asleep braced against the wall.

“But is there any way we can get him to lay down or something? He can't be comfortable like that.” Four followed Sky’s gaze and nodded before frowning in concentration.

“Yeah, we'll figure something out.” The ones not in the pile were the youngest and the smallest. But somehow, and with a lot of sleepy grumbling, they replaced Time’s leg under his head with a pillow and got the Eldest hero to lay down, still curled up next to his head, where a very short reach put him in contact with Sky.

So I've been holding onto this because i love it sm. So thank you very much friend!

Cuddle pile vibes are wonderful and we love them

[lesbinewren]

we need to make using chatgpt embarrassing bc sorry it really is. what do you mean you can’t write an email

[blueboxbeagle]

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[spider-artdump]

[faeriekit]

"This fic was ai generated—" Cool, so lemme block you real quick

[inkskinned]

please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!

do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!

[so-many-ocs]

[on the verge of having a complete breakdown] i need to make some kind of list or perhaps sort things into categories

[evidently-endless]

i think we should remind musicians they can absolutely make up little stories for their songs btw. it doesn’t have to be about them at all. you can invent a guy and put him in situations to music. time honoured tradition in fact.

[fipindustries]

>be me, massive egg

>kind of a 6/10, mid looking, glasses, nerdy clothes, scruffy beard, baggy eyes

>have a type that i have to hots for

>gothy wth bangs, slightly chubby

>egg cracks, transition, dye my hair, change my fashion style, gain weight do to eating healthier

>mfw i became my type

>always was a little bi but now with hormones i start developing more of an attraction for men

>find out i like nerdy, scruffy guys with glasses and baggy eyes

>mfw past me is now my type

>wtf

[almondpiglet]

ppl were drawing mikus from all over so heres habesha miku and her lil twin sibs rin and len!!

[majorproblems77]

ITS YOUR BIRTHDAY?!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY<3333 HAVE A LITTLE GIFT:

Taking up the blade was essential for most of them. For Sky himself, he had gotten quick lessons even before his adventure, his quest that changed his entire life. He would find his Loftwing no matter if he liked sword-fighting or not. Thankfully, though his lessons were short, he knew enough to cut through rope and save Crimson before the Wing Ceremony.

Part of Sky had always wondered what would’ve happened if he didn’t graduate, or if he declined going in the clouds with Zelda. Would she have still gotten whisked away by that black tornado, or would she have never had to face the truth? Or if it was inevitable, would the Academy still allow him to go after her, down where dangers awaited? Would they have sent another, or made him lose precious time to earn the graduation before sending him?

He had always wondered, if he could’ve stopped all the suffering that he and Zelda went through. He always knew that Demise shouldn’t have been able to utter the curse that doomed all of Sky and Zelda’s descendants, that somehow through all of his wounds and exhaustion, he should’ve been able to stop the curse. It was always his fault.

The reason why the others had to take up whatever sacred sword was bestowed to them was because of the hardship they were facing, because Sky was always too late.

But it was remarkable to see their growth, how they handled monsters with ease and how they handled everything with the Courage of a Hero. How Time used his Courage to swing that giant sword and get everyone into a sense of order. How Wild used his Courage to face dangers with a broad grin and didn’t let his guilt get in the way of nocking his bow and firing arrows at his targets.

Sky imagined that he used his Courage to rescue those in need, whether that was from a threat, or a nightmare, or simply a moment of fear. He wondered what the others thought, if they had the same idea or if it was something entirely different.

However, it was always a constant reminder that the only reason they needed this was because of him, because though he defeated a God, he couldn’t stop words from being spoken into the threshold of a future Kingdom. Every time he looked into the glowing eyes of enemies, he was reminded of that moment, being too exhausted and injured to drag himself up.

Even with a powerful, intelligent blade, it was up to him.

And he failed.

“Hey, chosen, come join us!” Wild yelled from across camp, smile stretching his burn scars back.

The heroes sat around, waiting patiently as Sky hurried to join them, no longer wanting to stew in deep thoughts. He smiled back at the champion who sat down as well. The sun peeked through light clouds, bathing them in a warm light. Dew dripped from healthy, green blades of grass, brushing the bedrolls and logs. It was a beautiful day.

His smile became more genuine because even after all the blood and battle, even after all the loss and hardship, the sun still shone, the birds still chirped, and the heroes still grinned and laughed. Maybe he could also look past his failure, and look upon the future with a new perspective. Maybe he could just enjoy the present while it lasted.

I've been holding this because i love it sm, thank you so much!

My precious boy i love he

[butchfalin]

the funniest meltdown ive ever had was in college when i got so overstimulated that i could Not speak, including over text. one of my friends was trying to talk me through it but i was solely using emojis because they were easier than trying to come up with words so he started using primarily emojis as well just to make things feel balanced. this was not the Most effective strategy... until. he tried to ask me "you okay?" but the way he chose to do that was by sending "👉🏼👌🏼❓" and i was so shocked by suddenly being asked if i was dtf that i was like WHAT???? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME?????????? and thus was verbal again

[ursulaklegay]

its so scary to put yourself out there but a SINGLE message saying "hi i loved what you made it touched me in some way" makes it all worth it 10000%

[sam-glade]

My favourite trope has to be:

I sacrificed myself to save you. I didn't plan to survive. I burnt all the bridges. I intended to break your heart with my death, but that would be all right, because I wouldn't be around to see you. I pretended that you'll mourn me for a while and move on. I convinced myself I was going down in the blaze of glory. That my deed was appreciated. That everything was going to be all right afterwards, and I didn't need to be there to see it.

But I survived. And now I have to look you in the eye. I have to pick up the pieces of the life I shattered and figure out how to put it back together. If it can be done at all.

[mournfulroses]

Trista Mateer, from "Aphrodite Made Me Do It," originally published in 2019

[bluejay757]