#I'll actually perish

[neverevan]

EVAN BUCKLEY + kisses 9/?

#once again let me just say if we get something half this hot with tommy i'll perish on the spot #also i know i know the last two has no actual kisses but LOOK AT HIM #evan buckley #taylor kelly #911 #911 abc #911 5x01 #my gif #buckkisses

[summertimemusician]

Linktober (Shadow) 2023

Spirit

Welp turns out my exam season throughly steam rolled through my general Linktober plans, so you get this VERY late thing for now folks who find this, at least until I decide whether to continue this until I finish it even though it's no longer Linktober or if I'll make whatever other stories come later their own thing after exam season is over (mostly because the original for this one is my preferred draft, and that I feel the one for the Link/Dark Link prompt would be kind of wasted if it just sat there collecting dust cause I worked hard on the tension and horror there lord darn it, along with a few others mainly involving Fae Hyrule, Twilight, Time, First, among other Links like Legend, Sky, Warriors, just all of the boys, I wanted to give them all proper spotlight and still want to do that in any way I can). Welp. *Downs coffee like a shot* Also really need to find out how to make a Masterlist on mobile, figure out how AO3 works and answer asks.

Anyway, not really any warnings this time besides Reader Not Being Okay (par the course really) and angst.

As always can be read as either romantic or platonic, Reader is gender neutral on purpose, technically is meant to be read as either Hero's Shade Time x Reader or First x Reader mainly, but you can interpret it as any Link really lol

Good reading!

This corner of Faron Woods was quiet this time of year.

The woods were solemn in this Hyrule, the sliver of moonlight barely enough of a guide through the mist, it was silent but for the soft padding of animals through the underbrush and the howl of a wolf in the distance (not Wolfie's, not musical enough). The stars were your only company as you were separated from the group, the air was cold agaisnt your skin as you attempted to find your way.

Being alone in the forests of Hyrule never spelled anything good for anyone, but as you felt the brush of a hand tenderly twined in yours, the ghost of leather and the faint clinking of steel, and a faint glow of pale gold and ivory cutting through the veil of the night, mindful of roots you may trip onto and never flickering too far out of sight you couldn't feel safer, even  if instead something like melancholy threatened to lock your throat with the chains of silence, you felt as warm as the soft twilight glow and as frigid as ice, frostburned with the bitter cold of your own warring emotions.

You can't help but chuckle a bit whille holding a old scabbard close to your heart, it's a wry sound, "It's been a while, hasn't it?"

There is no answer, of course there isn't, but you don't mind, you know he'll listen, thorns wrap around your heart and crawl up your throat, the smell of lilies and steel coats and sticks in your throat like honey, or maybe blood, "... I didn't think you'd show up, you know? I always considered the possibility but..." You trail off, you feel something brush your side, you can only see him in the corner of your eyes or with a passing glance, there but not, existing but gone, so you keep your eyes on the road and in the flicker of light, so you carefully don't look to your side, you don't think you could contain the shaking in your heart otherwise, to stare at inevitability and prophecy, "... I know, I know you're fine. At least for now, I apologize for all the trouble I gave you."

'It's alright. It could never be a hardship aiding you.', the voice echoes in your ears, and you swallow thickly, breath hitching, the warmth of the sun in the fields of Hyrule, the wind caressing your hair, the song of the animals in Faron Woods, someone holding you carefully, fondly. The warmth of your hand in his. Not really here, but not gone either, more feeling than true echo.

You chuckle, and try to pretend it's not a bit breathless, something like a wounded keen, "... You're too kind. Too, too kind, thank you."

Spirits in Hyrule never spell anything good, in this wild land of light and shadow in a gestalt of divinity. There are some exceptions though, even if it hurts to witness then. So you follow him through the dark, certain that as you've guided his way once, he'll lead you now to where you need to go.

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... The clearing he leads you to is open, but by no means truly quiet among the trees, there is no peace to be found for the armored skeleton here. You choke on sorrow, on unfinished business, on the cruelty of being brought to ruin and being denied peace, and you stumble towards the familiar figure, almost in a trance as your vision blurs, roots and thorny vines wrap over rusted armor and a thorn cape, the skeleton's void sockets piercing through your soul, illuminated by the solemn gaze of the wretched moon and it's uncaring maids of honor in the stars.

You fall to your knees near the decaying skeleton, biting back against the wounded sound that attempts to leave your throat with enough strenght to bleed, you lay the scabbard by his side with a bouquet of lilies and shiver at the gentle, phantom touch, so soft, so loving it almost leads you to ruin all over again.

'... It's foolish to grieve for someone who isn't gone yet.' the thought comes to you, yet you can't help it. You still hurt for him, you still hold onto the fury at the heavens themselves for denying them quietus. For denying them rest over and over and over again. To watch this cycle and be helpless to stop it all due to the will of uncaring gods.

Alive. Dead. Alive. Dead. Denied full rest over and over again, to watch the chance at rest to the kindest of souls found in this world you found yourself in.

You barely register the touch to your cheek, ephemeral as it is, as you can't help but shed tears, can't help but grieve. Because if you don't, who will?

You know by now that some wounds can never heal, some rifts can never be mended. Even with the guarantee of cyclic, eternal rebirth, some things never return to how they were. And reminding yourself of this inevitability to them will never not hurt, even if you know it's futile to blame anyone but the one god who started this, and maybe the goddess who stood complacent to it. It leaves a bitter taste in your mouth that it'll one day come to this, that the frost of death and the sharpness of pain will leave a mark the sands of time can't scar over.

You reach a trembling hand towards the one in your cheek, try to find catharsis in the remains of decayed, dead yet ever eternal, ever growing love. And you breathe.

'We'll meet again. So do not mourn for me, please.'

You don't think you could deny him if you tried. Not when you know he's trying to soothe you, to thaw your sorrow. To allow your heart's healing to fallow.

"We will, I know. I'm sorry for making you worry." You chuckle, leaning into the cold, trying to brand the memory of the shadowed, but not gone love given to you so you can return it in kind. Just until you meet again, just until you can give all you can to his not yet decomposing self, grasping onto what remains of him, "I love you."

'I love you too. Until we meet again.'

The cold is gone, the echo of love leaves. And you breathe, and pretend you don't feel empty.

(When you see Link again, reuniting with the Chain on the next day's twilight. You hug him as tight as you can, and hope you he doesn't notice the tears in your eyes. And that you don't feel the lingering traces of a frigid embrace.

When no one is looking, you wave goodbye to the shade. And pray he dreams of warmer days until he finds quietus.)

#linked universe x reader #hero's shade x reader #linked universe time x reader #first x reader #hylia's chosen hero x reader #first link x reader #also know as What Happens When Summer Watches Corpse Bride after Playing MJM #I'll never not be emotional about the Hero's Shade and how it's an inevitability that Time will always die relatively young #how First died alone in the surface and likely never got a proper burial #And the fact we never learn what happens to the heroes after the task is done and THE ONE INSTANCE #we do is to learn they died young in some manner (ex Time. The Link before Hyrule. First. #Probably Twilight if we go by the theory Wolfie in BOTW is a spirit sent to help Wild #Technically pre calamity Wild because losing your memories is technically death of identity although that's for another story #and related to Lost #Most of the more effective LoZ games present themselves as either dark fairy tales and I'm running with that concept #Plus it's literally LEGEND of Zelda. Hardly do things end well for protagonists in actual legends and mythology involving gods #I think I have a right to worry #Anyway I'll probably elaborate more later because I'm tired lol #gotta perish to tackle studying and THEN be free to start on the pages long LU/LoZ essays /jk #unless? #we'll see #summer writes linktober 2023 #summer writes linktober shadow 2023 #summer writes #this short fic was also brought to you by the death holiday we have here in my country because it always makes me sad #and thinking of the Hero's Shade and what happens to First basically made it Depression times 100 lol

[kissporsche]

the thing is that. y'know. at the end of the day. what i mean to say is. if u really think about it. if you take my meaning. if you're picking up what i'm putting down. if you're hip to my jive.

vegaspete.

#kpts #vp #vegaspete #the brainworms are tearing me apart actually #i NEED to find time for at least a vp rewatch soon or i'll Perish #the thing is they set expectations and then met the expectations and then SURPASSED the expectations #that is MAGIC that is UNTHINKABLE #they did it all AND got the happiest ending as they deserve #god they are Everything

[wheelersblue]

what if i crawled inside a barrel and jumped off the top of Niagara Falls what then

#i actually don't know if there is a 'top' of niagara falls i have never been #i need them to be happy or i'll actually perish #LET THEM HUG #byler #mike wheeler lock your doors #will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things

[dredshirtroberts]

yeah guys idk I'm just thinking maybe the lightheadedness and desire to sit down about halfway through putting away groceries my whole life might not have just been a reaction to the way my parents were when i was a kid and the accompanying anxiety and sudden flurry of movement, but also possibly maybe i have a Health Thing about this...

#thank god i finally scheduled that doctor's appointment #Jan 15 cannot come quickly enough tbh #like i've streamlined getting shit put away and i hurry as soon as the wooziness starts hitting because i know i'm on borrowed time #and that's when the trauma reaction kicks in of ''i can't stop halfway through i'll be in trouble'' anxiety #because i *enjoy* putting away groceries and organizing the kitchen #i just also can't without a lot of assistance and plenty of spoons and time to prepare myself physically and mentally beforehand #this post brought to you by i had this realization doing the groceries and now i'm having like a lot of thoughts about it #i can't do it all in one go ever and i have never been able to without someone else handling about half of it #no matter how much i get or of what i can only get about half put away before time's up and i gotta sit down #it's why so much of my food was non-perishable when i was on my own #cause i'd get the cold things put away because they *had* to be #and then i couldn't physically do any more - especially if the groceries that week were more cold than non-perishable #but like yeah if i had to stop or take a break in putting away the groceries (despite also having gone to the grocery store #and walked around the whole store and grabbed items AND carried the heavy things into the house because i was the heavy lifter #AND i was in sports and had probably either just done a lot of exercise or was still in recovery from the day before/earlier that day) #i got fussed at for not helping out #so that's fucked up and fuck my mom actually she sucks #ugh

[charmre]

When you message the chat, asking important things about your film shoot for class tomorrow and it's crickets 🙃🙃🙃🙃

#personal #and then with my other 2 groups rn it's more or less the same and I just 🙃🙃🙃 #sorry for wanting clarification and wanting to get stuff actually done I guess #guess I'll perish instead when we all struggle to get it done at the last minute instead 🙃🙃🙃🙃

[troublewithvampires]

@troublcmakcrs said: Craig tugs on Salvatore's sleeve. "Hey… I wanna go to McDonald's." (//having the "we have food at home" discussion with myself rn so here you go)

“I’m not takin’ you to fuckin’ McDonald’s,” Salvatore says without looking up from his book. "Doesn't your ma have something at home you can eat?" He glances at Craig out of the corner of his eye, gauging the kid's expression. "Or are you just tryin' to be a little mooch?"

He knows Laura Tucker well enough by now to know that she isn't just going to let her kids go hungry, and she's not in a position where she has no choice in the matter. Craig isn't going to starve if Salvatore doesn't take him to McDonald's--and regardless, it's not his fucking responsibility to do so.

After a moment, however, he remembers that saying no isn't exactly going to deter Craig. When the little shit wants something, he isn't going to back down so easily. And, as much as he may grumble and complain, it isn't really an issue for Salvatore to indulge him now and then. On some level, it's nice, knowing that he's someone Craig is comfortable turning to if he needs something.

That doesn't mean he's not gonna keep being a bitch, though.

"Y'know what?" he says, more a loud sigh than anything as he snaps his book shut. "Fine. But if your ma gets mad that you spoiled your dinner, that ain't my problem."

#❝ take it from old sally two shoes‚ kid ❞ 「 in character 」 #❝ i'll talk your ear off‚ kid ❞ 「 answered 」 #troublcmakcrs #//craig: can you get me mcdonald's #//sal: absolutely not #//sal: [remembers how hot craig's mom is] actually #❝ send in the big guns next time ! don't fuck around ❞ 「 vampire fight club verse 」 #//billy: hehe you care about the kid don't you sally- #//sal: choke. i hope you perish. i hope you die horribly and it hurts the whole time

[soratsuart]

I am seriously considering staying away from social media until Bobby's grieving time is over because I get genuinely sad every time I see a comic or fanart about him, Quackity what the heck did you do to me???

#qsmp #probably won't actually do it because im chronically online #but man do i feel horrible about his death #and i didnt even see him much at all #if Chayanne or Tallulah die i guess I'll just perish #Quackity pay for my therapy #soratsu speaks

[miabrown007]

me, at a creative writers meeting: so yeah, I write fanfic! :D

me, two hours later, staring at my ceiling: oh no, oh god, oh god, now all those people think I write smut! I'm nearly not skilled enough to write smut!!!

#I put on my big boy pants and went to the meeting today! #and everyone has been so nice and it didn't even occured to me that saying you write fic is not nearly as informative or self-explanatory #as I had thought #anyway I can explain next time that it's actually rom com #and maybe take a snippet for critic? that's a big decision we'll see #but I just don't know what's like a max 1.5k thing that I could take and it makes sense in itself #says the person writing 1.5k one-shots left and right but. #it's different if you don't have to introduce the character because everyone knows them #and if you just don't introduce them because we don't do that here #and if I have to read out loud in English to 6 guys a kissing scene I'll perish on the spot #so the choice has to be very deliberate and careful here #miaing #touching grass

[autistic-shaiapouf]

Mystery bugs in my home and I don't recognize them! I've seen a few around at this point and might make a more formal post about it tomorrow but, mystery bugs below the cut if anyone wants to take a shot at helping me ID them:

Not the best pics but it's got an abdomen with clear markings that make me think either roach or earwig, but photos of the nymphs of either don't seem to be matching up; granted I only looked for maybe 5 minutes and mightve missed something obvious but this guy's not ringing any bells for me

#I'm about to head to bed and have quarantined the perpetrator; i feel a little bad but i dont know what he is yet #I'd feel comfortable letting an earwig or smthn like that hang out but. i have reasonable suspicion hanging around this man #bc the apartment is a little messy and. if he is a roach i may bail and look for another room U_U full respect to them #ive seen lots of pet roaches and they make me quite happy to see but idk if I want them free roaming my house... #especially knowing i can't kill them; last time i killed bugs it was a bunch of ants in the pantry and it took an emotional toll on me 😭 #I'd go the long and intensive route if it means i can keep them all alive but i know a lot of people don't swing that way #in that particular case i figured my roommates would prefer the ants to not be able to come back + the way to the backyard #door I would have taken them out of wasn't easily accessible so. massacre it was U_U #if you wanted to know ANYTHING about the type of person i am know that i physically cannot kill a bug or else I'll start crying #they're literally just little guys they're just existing!!! i can't punish them for just hanging out!!!! anyways #unfortunately small photogenic man may perish in captivity but that may afford better photo ops hmmmmm #i just need the knowledge base before i make any other judgements #you know what. let's put this in some tags actually; i was gonna formally rewrite this but may as well tag while I'm here #bugs #bugblr #insect identification #hoatm rants #I'm not overly concerned but ive seen a number of these inside now and this is the first one that's made its way to my room

[nolivingdudeami]

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#i currently cannot read or watch anything romantic without physically aching #it's actually awful #i'm kind of sick of it tbh #like.... i know i'm not ready for a relationship right now and i do want to be single to pursue my goals #but also i have to stay away from any sort of media containing romance #and most importantly the very soft kind that has gentle caresses and forehead kisses and warm embraces #it makes me want to vomit #and i feel like if i don't get it soon then i'll perish. absolutely waste away. #oh the horrifying ordeal of craving love and affection #the absolute ache to be held gently.... to be cradled in someone's arms #it's all too much... i have to leave. #also every time i consume something romantic it just makes me think about [redacted] #because yes certain people are still very much on my mind and it's absolutely wretched #anyway. my apologies to anyone who read all these tags. #but also thank you for being here

[dobythealpaca]

I'll hop on the compliment Doby train.

You are an amazing artist! Your use of shading, shapes and colors are always top notch. I love seeing your artwork and you seem to be a very nice and friendly person! Plus, the way you draw alpacas is super cute!

🥺🥺🥺🥺 STOP U CANT U LITERALLY CANNTTTT I AM RUNNING OUT OF THREEATS I'M JSUT GOING TO START BITING WITHOUT WARNING UR TOO NICE WHHAHDHDHDH BITE BITE-

#I literally don't deserve this much kindness guys I am literally biting you #NOM NOM BITE #Literally u got r soo nice and I am literally I just keep thinking about how nice you alla te #I actually can't deal with teh kindness like thi will probably be the last on I answer #You guys are just overwhelmingly nice #And I'll start getting wayy to emotional #SO TYSM AND GOOD BITE NOM #Ily all too much I'd perish for u all just so u know <3

[shadow0-1]

ayo what if I ship jax with graves

#immmmmmm hmmmm :^) honk honk #I thought about it for a whole two seconds #i also actually considered making jax's nickname graves KJSGDBJDBSG #cause I'm ✨edgy✨ #I still do like kamarov but I also don't wanna 100% commit to it because I wanna be able to make content with them :') #and there's a higher chance that I'd be able to get Graves' model #(unless kamarov is in the campaign and not just in a cutscene but then if that's the case I'll just go perish then kjbsdgk) #idk what to doooooo #cambles

[pridewon]

@devilbreaker​ said:  MEAL :  for both muses to prepare and share a meal together.  the twins but osamu trying so hard to teach atsumu how to cook like, (scenarios)

Atsumu has been in his new apartment for six months. His very first apartment; his very first place all of his own, all by himself. Needless to say, it had been one hell of a struggle. Adjusting to Osamu’s absence in the family house when his twin had moved into his college dorm had been a whole process already; living completely alone, without twin, or grandmother, to make sure he stays alive and functions on a day-to-day basis? 

Yeah. One hell of a struggle.

But Atsumu Miya is nothing if not stubborn, and competitive. And nobody knows it better than his other half; no one else in the whole wide world knows how to wind him up, what strings to pulls to play him like a (rebellious, but predictable) puppet... and trick him into learning how to adult properly. Apparently.

Atsumu has been making efforts, lately. Because Osamu came over to deliver some food once, and had been appalled by 1. the empty fridge, 2. the moving cardboard boxes still left unopened months later, 3. a lack of essential furnitures, like drawers, with Atsumu arguing that a suitcase works just fine to keep his clothes ‘organised’, and 4. the overall mess of the place like a hurricane had shaken the whole building. And Osamu had unleashed one of his (rare, but legendary) brotherly furies, and Osamu had yelled at him and pointed out what a fucking idiot he was, and Atsumu had not appreciated being called an idiot, and Osamu had said Atsumu was unable to function as an adult and should move back in with their grandma... And Atsumu had interpreted it as a challenge.

In hindsight, he is wondering if Osamu hadn’t done it on purpose.

So, Atsumu has been making efforts. Before Osamu’s arrival tonight, he has cleaned and tidied up the entire place; he’s still missing some elements of furniture, but he has the receipts from orders he has placed to address the issue. Only the fridge has been left empty: but only because Osamu had told him they’d go food shopping together, ‘and I’ll show you a few things before you starve, you dumbass’. 

“Ugh, this is takin’ forever.” Atsumu grumbles, as he carefully peels off and slices another carrot; yes shifting to his twin every now and then to look at his gestures (grumble as he may, he is paying attention, correcting course, learning, sheepishly eager) and imitating as best he can. “I know ye’re a total nutcase when it comes to a good grub, but I’ll never understand how y’can spend so much time chopping up vegetables and handlin’ raw meat an’ fish an’ call it fun. Hey, how’s that look?” Switching subjects in the blink of an eye, he shows Osamu his handiwork, looking for feedback, approval; more engaged in cooking right now than he’s ever been in his entire life. Okay. Maybe - just maybe - it’s a little bit fun when there’s someone else to cook with. (like hell he’s ever gonna tell his evil twin)

#devilbreaker #(miya a; interactions) #another too long reply from meeee someone pretend to be surprised please #atsumu vc: oh actually this isnt so bad #also atsumu: but i'll perish before i tell him #one day he'll surprise osamu by cooking/baking something decent for him and neither of them will recover from that plot twist

[manyothermusingsofmine]

Gale: Yay I'm revived! And how did you like the whole plot I set up for my revival?

Salix, holding a scroll of revivify: .... If I say it was great will that help you sleep at night?

Gale: Yes.

Salix: It was great.

#one day I'll actually bother to see what his whole revival thing is when he perishes #but it is not today

[beautifulmorningstar]

Ladies I feel super bad today in a weird subtle way. The serotonin or whatever is not hitting

#forget serotonin actually... the normal daily life hormones is not hitting #guess I'll perish #text #personal