Love the idea of each previous hero's journey being mostly lost to time, such that each time the cycle starts again absolutely no one picks up the very obvious clues that might lead them to the hero.
Oh, you've named your blond haired blue eyed child Link, have you? That's a good name!
Oh, he's found a strange red and white maned horse he's named epona who has utterly bonded with him? How unusual!
Yes, the princess Zelda is the same age, isn't she? What a good omen for the family!
We know he doesn't talk much, but he's the sweetest lad, don't worry!
Don't fret, dearie, his wanderlust will abate when he grows up, I'm sure it won't get him in too much trouble before then.
Prodigious little swordsman, isn't he? He would make a great knight if he wanted to when he's older!
Oh? Rumours about a long forgotten temple in the woods? How strange! Are you sure it's not just the children telling stories?
Look at him in his armoured green outfit! That hat looks lovely on him - where did you find it?
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I just gotta say, sub!pornstar!bucky
I have simply passed away.
I have been thinking about this for days, I need to write about it so my head will let it go
Just the thought of coming home to Bucky filming a scene with a dildo that's stuck to the wall by a suction cup. You didn't think he'd still be filming when you got home so you know he must really be enjoying himself if he's still going.
You hear his whimpers before you've even crossed the threshold. He's moaning like he does when he's beautifully overstimulated and he's quickly on his way to those broken sobs you love so much.
A hot throb settles in the pit of your stomach. You're not sure how you're supposed to just sit here and wait for him to finish, not when he sounds like that. But then you remember it's web-cam day. He'll be live-streaming and that gives him a little more wiggle room with his scenes.
"Bucky, sweetheart?" You call into the apartment, knowing that if he wants you to join him he'll respond.
You can imagine the look on his pretty, blissed out face just from the groan that resounds from the bedroom.
"F-Fuck, mommy?" Oh, he's in that headspace today. A pleasant tingle runs up your spine at the realisation all those people on the livestream heard him admit to being yours. They know he's owned. They might be getting off on whatever delightful display of submission he's letting them see but ultimately, he's yours and he wants to be.
You pad down the hallway quickly, discarding your jacket on the way. The bedroom door wasn't fully closed, swinging open with a gentle press and the sight in front of you is just breathtaking.
Bucky is on his hands and knees, with the camera at a 45 degree angle to his face . He's letting his viewers see the way he works himself on that cock but they still get to see the fucked out look in those pretty eyes. Better still, he gets to read the comments. All those strangers degrading him, calling him a filthy slut, taunting him that he'll be in trouble if he doesn't cum in the next few minutes.
He loves this. Clearly. If the pool of cum splattered across the wooden floor is anything to judge by.
"M-mommy?" His voice is weak and feeble, his cheeks are flushed, his dick looks achingly hard, bobbing as he continues to fuck himself on the toy.
"Oh baby, are you being slutty for all these nice people?" You coo, stepping into the focus of the camera, knowing that it will only see your legs, given the angle.
The chat floods with messages faster than ever. Some tell you your Bucky has been a little whore, some tell you he hasn't been slutty enough, some tell you they want to watch you punish him. Each message only seems to send your sweet boy a little more stupid and it's delightful.
"You've cum everywhere. Did all these people get to watch you fuck yourself stupid? I bet you didn't even touch your dick, did you? I know you just fucked your own ass until you came all over yourself. That's pathetic, baby."
This is Heaven for him. His head lolls forward onto his forearms, pleasure making him almost boneless but you can't have that. Absolutely not.
Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling his face back up and making him look right down the camera. "Good boy, that's it. Let them see you. Show them that pretty face." His dick twitches, threatening to blow another load over the floor and he knows it.
"I'm gonna cum. Holy shit, I'm s-so close." His eyes roll back in his head and fuck, he's perfect like this. He's breathtaking and it's going to be great for views.
"Don't you dare. You cum when we tell you to." You remind him, dragging his attention back to the rolling chat. Half are keen to watch him cum right then and there and the other half want you to draw it out a little longer. Unfortunately for Bucky, you're leaning towards the latter.
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I'm just over here thinking about the fact that Niel and Terry created a universe where two agender supernatural creatures save the universe because of a little (well rather big) human magic called Love. like they love eachother so much that they defied the one being they were created to love (Her) and spent 6000 years falling for eachother but also falling for this silly little planet we call home
like this show has really made me re-evaluate how I see the world, how I view the little things that tend to get brushed over in the grand scheme of chaos that is my life (things like walks in the park and cups of hot chocolate and a comfortable chair)
I just think that if aziraphale and crowley can still find time for these things during the end of times then maybe we can also take time to enjoy everything we love in the here and now because nothing for us mortals is infinite but each of our lives is precious and worthwhile and beautiful! 💞💞
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i just think that wanessa deserves somewhere nice and relaxing to hang out and where better than a lovely cottage by a lake with the most lovely lady sylmenar. offering kindness in unglovéd hands and hoping for kindness in return.
cause they can have a cozy fireplace and walks by the lake. austen-esque moments of contemplation surrounded by beautiful views. just. lady syl and wanessa cottage-core girlfriends with their roomate suntar (who showed up one day, grumbling about her brother.) and in fact i simply think suntar would move in to rest and recuperate and becomes enamoured with the cottage and the lake and the tiny cozy fireplace (something something, sparks and flames, something the unseelie royalty have never truly had,) and meet a human perspective in wanessa who ultimately forgives and suntar just doesn’t get it, “why are you being so nice to me?” and maybe she cries and maybe syl and wanessa hold her and I just think they’re neat.
and just. all suntar wanted was to be separate. be independent from her mother. she learns that she can still have that, here in the cottage, in front of the fire or dozing peacefully at the bottom of the lake. she can exist in the light if she wants to, if she wants it enough. she can choose her own people, she can be more than an heir of darkness. she can look at wanessa, this human, and think “I am not worthy of you, but you choose to love me anyway.” and she may not understand it but god she wants to. i just think that wanessa and her cottage-core fey girlfriends is something that can be so personal -
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