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astradreaming · 2 months

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So a luke castellan x Apollo!reader

Idek how this would work but I had this idea after I read your ‘My Sweetheart’ blurb-

So tlt and Luke’s betrayal has occurred and the reader was in a relationship with Luke, pretty much exactly like ‘My Sweetheart’.

So ofc she’s still really offended and traumatised from that debacle. But she still loves him deep down. Anyway (at any point during the series, you decide) they’re going to use her as bait for Luke to come here. She agrees bc she doubts he’ll come, if he betrayed her surely he didn’t love her that much. But he does.

Anyway the campers give them some privacy and they have a really deep conversation, and she accepts that she still loves him. And then they all jump out and attack him and he realises she betrayed him, and he gets grievously injured.

But somehow, before they can realise she isn’t back yet, she goes back and heals him, bc she can’t leave him for dead, and she leaves him healed but hurting.

If you wanted to be evil you could even end it with ‘if you’d only been there to heal him that night in Manhattan.’ Feel free to change anything this is just a very long thought, xxx

house on a hill

this is a part two but it can be read separately :)

a/n: so sorry this took so long love, exams have been kicking my ass but i hope you enjoy this anyways ♡

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Luke Castellan admitted it.

He admitted it all, betraying camp to help rise Kronos, poisoning Thalia's tree, stealing the lightning bolt... Everything they said he did. He openly admitted.

He proudly admitted.

When you'd followed Annabeth into the woods after hearing Percy yelling for help, you didn't expect it to end you up at a Miami beach on Clarisse's quest.

After dealing with pirates and sirens, fighting a cyclops and a hydra you'd had your fair share of scares during this quest. But your biggest horror stood with a sword pointed at Percy.

Luke Castellan.

You'd thought long and hard about what you'd say to him, if you'd ever got the chance. Something along the lines of why? how dare you. why would you ever do this? or at the very least, was everything a lie?

But all your heartache and rage got stuck in your throat like a bad cough. All you could do was stand frozen and hope that it was all a bad dream.

He had the audacity to meet your eye. He stepped forward in your direction.

"Y/n I-" His voice broke as he quietly spoke.

Every single bit of shock in your body vaporized in a second, being replaced by lover's rage.

"Y/n? Y/n what? What do you possibly have to say to me" Your voice laced with venom.

He staggered froward, eyes shining with guilt. He tried to say something but you cut him off again.

"Do you know how long I defended you? Do you have any idea how stupid- no pathetic i felt when i got your letter telling me I was wrong about you. Do you know what it was like having everyone in camp thinking I'm a traitor too. Do you even care?" Your lip quivered as you leaning into yourself.

No matter how much you willed yourself not to, you felt the tears fall down your face. You were too blinded by emotion to notice the others regrouping behind you both.

"Of course I care y/n. I'm doing all of this because I care!" With each step he took towards you, you took stepping back.

"No! You're doing this because your spiteful!"

"I have every reason to be and you know it" He yelled his face contorted with fury. Flinching back you find what's left of your voice.

"You're being manipulated to start a war! And you're too hurt to see that. Luke, please. You've broken my heart but I still love you, don't play into the Titan's hand, come back to camp and right your wrongs. Together." Your voice a broken whisper, only to be heard by him and the Fates.

You swore to the Fates you saw a flicker in his eyes, a break in his warpath.

"All I want is the house we talked about, the one on the hill. With the trees out the front. With as many animals as you want, with the stupidest names we can come up with." His eyes fixated to the floor. He cleared his throat and looked so deeply at you it was like he was speaking to your soul.

"To get that life, a life with you. The gods must die. Their way is broken and wrong. It's just our turn, and only then will we be able to have peace y/n. Together.

While you stand frozen, appalled at the man in front of you, gone was the version on Luke you made those plans with, instead stood a pawn of a Titan.

Unbeknownst to you both Percy had finished summoning an Iris message to camp.

Luke finally noticed, ordered the monsters his army to attack in retaliation. You and your friends outnumbered when suddenly The Party Ponies narrowly come to the rescue. However you'd stayed stunned throughout it all.

Centaurs, half bloods, Cyclops' all fought one another. The loud sound of battle didn't render, instead silence ringing through your head.

You wanted to believe the old Luke was still in there somewhere, but as your focus zeroed in on him. Watching him fight without mercy. You saw no resemblance of the boy you love.

Perhaps if you kept hope, kept faith in him. You could have helped him long before Manhattan. Maybe there was another universe where Annabeth wasn't the only one who could see the old Luke buried down below. And maybe in that universe you both got that house on the hill...

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #pjo #pjo fandom #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo x reader #percy jackson fanfiction

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ghouljams · 7 months

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Oh excellent, we’re talking about darlings we’ve fallen deeply in love with. Anyway, please please please Liebling give me a chance I’ll work at the shop and clean and do whatever you need please please please—

You want Liebling??? Huh??? For real???

Ok this got a little long and sweet sorry about that. Liebling can't be flirty like Goose and Threat, she's gotta be a freak. You gotta woo her.

You answer the help wanted ad more because the pay is good, and the owner is cute, than because you have any real interest in flower arranging. You have enough retail experience that you're not surprised when you get an interview. You are surprised by the strange series of questions the woman interviewing you asks.

Have you ever lost time during a full moon? Do you find yourself uneasy around rivers? When's the last time you walked through the forest? Do you ever see things you can't explain to other people? Has anyone ever given you a gift that wasn't a gift?

By the end of it you have more questions than you've ever had for an interviewer, and she takes a long time staring at you. Not that you mind, like you said she's cute and having her stare at you is a great opportunity for you to stare back.

"Alright," she finally relents, "you can start Monday." You've never been hired straight out of an interview before. She stops you before you can thank her, you're reminded people in this city are weird about what you consider normal pleasantries.

There are a lot of weird rules to this job, but the owner is kind. You'd say nice, but honestly she's prickly and blunt in a way you want to call mean, but can't. Somehow the word doesn't fit right. Guarded, maybe. Terribly kind though.

"What's this?" You ask, turning over a new box of tea as she sets the electric kettle one morning.

"Strawberry tea," she tells you, "you said you liked it, and I saw it at the store, so-" she waves a hand, dismissing her own kindness.

"Oh, thanks," you tug the top open to pull a bag free for yourself.

"Don't mention it," she grumbles. It makes you smile to know she was thinking about you, that she remembered something you'd mentioned in passing.

She does that all the time, remembers things. You mention you're planning something with friends after work and she lets you go early. You say you want to try something from the new bakery that opened and the next day there are extra sweets in the back. It's strange you never see her extending the same kindness to anyone else, but with you it's like she can't be kind enough. Still prickly though.

You can't ask her about it, and she hardly lets you thank her. If you mention she's being nice she seems to go out of her way to be difficult the rest of the day. You've noticed she doesn't smile at the customers, or make jokes. She hardly seems to enjoy her work except the rare occasions you've seen her working on an arrangement. The way she smiles at a bundle of camellias makes your heart skip a beat, it's so painfully soft you feel like you've intruded on a private moment. You wish she'd smile at you like that.

The most you get are tight apologetic smiles. She presses a heavy ring into your hand after work one night --one of hers-- with a slip of paper through the middle that just reads "be safe." She looks sorry when you laugh and slip it on your finger, but somehow you do feel safer walking home. She pulls you away from a customer that's making your head spin, and sets you in the back with a tight smile and a short apology.

All that kindness compounds. Every huff when you tell a bad joke, every small compliment, every gift, every thing she remembers, it all piles and piles until you can't help but wonder if she feels something for you. It's care, she cares for you in a thousand small ways. You can't even point all of them out, and she'd hate it if you did. But there's this... thing about her that makes you want to keep quiet about it. That makes you think mentioning it will make it stop somehow.

You work with her for months. Months of your heart fluttering when she brushes your hand. Months of being cared for by someone that seems to think they have a heart made of ice. Months of being in love with this woman who is desperately trying to convince the world that she doesn't need that sort of thing.

When she rings you on your phone one morning you pick up before it can buzz twice. You know she prefers texting, so it must be important. And you want to hear her voice. You always want to hear her voice.

"Hey, don't worry about coming in today, I'm taking the day off." She tells you over the phone. You switch your phone to your other ear to get a better grip on the bag you'd been packing.

"No problem, everything alright?" You ask, switching your work lunch from the bag back to the fridge.

"Yeah, yeah, um," She hesitates and you pause, "it's my birthday, so..." She trails off, like she doesn't want to talk about it. You chew your lip, debating whether or not to wish her a happy one when she sounds like that.

"Ok," You tell her with faux brightness, you'd sort of been hoping to see her today. It finally feels like you've worked up enough courage to tell her, well to tell her something.

"I'll see you tomorrow," She finishes, hanging up before you can say good-bye.

Ok, you think maybe this is where your friends would call you obsessed, or insane. You really can't leave well enough alone, and it really won't take you long. It's maybe 15 minutes to her favorite bakery, another 10 to her flat, that leaves you at least a half hour to panic over your hasty decision making. With any luck she won't think you're a stalker that happened to check the return address on some mail she was sending out.

You spend a good ten minutes on her doorstep debating if this was the worst idea of your life before knocking. When she finally yanks the door open it's sort of comforting the way her annoyance melts to confusion on seeing you. Your eyes dart over her, taking in the haphazardly buttoned flannel and bunny slippers, you don't think you've ever seen her in anything but work clothes. Ah dammit, how are you supposed to start this?

She leans against the door frame and crosses her arms over her chest. "I thought I told you to take the day off." She reminds you. As if you showed up at the store and not her house. You hold up the patisserie box. She squints at it, "What's that?"

"Cake."

"Cake." She parrots, like she hadn't heard you right.

"It's the one with raspberry, I know that's your favorite," You tell her quickly, "figured you should have cake on your birthday, or whatever. This is-" You cut yourself off before you start digging your hole too deep, and because she's looking at you with that impossible softness. Her lips ever so slightly curved and her eyes earnest.

"Thank you," She replies quietly. Something warm and heavy settles in your chest. You don't think you've ever heard her say that before.

"Any time," You breathe, and you mean it. If she looks at you like that, you'd do anything for her.

#ghoul speaks #I love her but why???#x reader #oc x reader #oc: liebling #you are insane and I respect that but like why this one???#Liebling is a person whose love language is acts of service and gift giving #doomed to live in a world of fae and strings attached #reader x oc #liebling x reader

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the-oracles-maw · 6 days

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don't you beg for love

kinda a vent fic to console myself. Anyway, it's been a hot minute and I'm sorry about that. Finals are coming up. Also also if anyone wants to see a different dbd killer feel free to request who!

Cowboy grandpa Caleb gives you some cowboy grandpa advice.

The Grave of Glenvale had become more of a home to you than the Entity's twisted copy of your own. You've never been to Arizona, you would reason. What young folk like yourself haven't fantasized about being a mysterious cowboy looming into a Saloon? Big, hot iron strapped to your hip, ready to clean house of bandits?

You kept telling yourself that as you made your way into the Saloon, or what was left of it. Some of the letters reading "DEAD DAWG" had been shot off, making it read more like the "D D DA G SALOON"

You were fine, you told yourself. You were curious about what the whiskey was like in the late 1800's. You were into the cowboy aesthetic.

A grumble and a cough rings out. An uncharacteristically chipper voice that did not suit whom it belonged to.

"Why, ain't you a sight for sore eyes."

You weren't fine.

If you were fine, you wouldn't have totally just perked up hearing the mangled voice of the undead bounty hunter that all but took you in when you found yourself in this warped, new world.

Caleb's genuine smile was comically lopsided, one side of his face completely, grotesquely smooshed thanks to the bullet that shattered and ripped through his jaw. If one knew any better, they'd turn tail and run from the sight.

The outlaw ran his thick fingers over the rim of the glass of fresh neat whiskey, which somehow looked drinkable. The Entity was good to her killers, that was for sure, apparently.

"What're standing there for, mo chuisle? Have a seat. Make yourself comfortable. I don't bite."

Trying not to drag your feet, you settle on the barstool across from Caleb, looking away from him. Already, you felt a little bit better. The sound of glass dragging across old wood makes your eyes snap up at him, Caleb holds a new glass of whiskey for you. Where it came from, you haven't a clue. The Entity had her ways, perhaps. And you didn't dare question it.

"Have some," He drawled. "Yer lookin' rough."

You paused, and look at the honey colored liquid, already anticipating the bitter, burning sting down your throat.

"Well? Go on." Caleb insisted, nudging the glass towards you.

You take the glass, and slam it back. "It ain't like them fancy rich folk pops yer used to back home. You're not meant to taste it," you remember Caleb telling you. You cough loudly as you down the drink in one gulp, still not used to the bitter burn, causing the man to laugh.

"Bah, you'l get use to it, eventually. Now, talk to me dotey," Caleb stretched, you could hear the creaking of the metal brace on his bad leg. "What's eating at you now?"

What wasn't eating at you? Compared to Caleb, and most, if not all of your cohorts, you hadn't been here very long. But, if one was keeping track the best they could, it was likely you'd been trapped here for a little over three months. You did the Entity's bidding well. You gave her fresh sacrifices. She was please and kept you healthy and strong. But still...

You felt out of place.

You struggled to connect with your fellow killers. Even the band known as the Legion, who seemed just about your age, seemed... off-put by you. The outgoing and charismatic Danny Johnson wouldn't give you a second glance. When the killers mingled about the campfire before retreating to their respective realms, you were forced to stay far away, or awkwardly follow Caleb on the rare occasion he made an appearance.

"So, I..." You began, trying to find the words. "I went out with Frank and his friends."

"Did you now?" Caleb took a swig of the whiskey. "How was that? You have fun?"

You sigh sadly. "It was... I don't know, kind of like I wasn't there. I mean, I had a good time, it was bowling but..."

"Now, lemme ask you something, mo chuisle..." Caleb's voice was uncharacteristically soft. Gentle, even as he leaned in. "Why do you even stick around Frank, huh? You ain't into 'em, and they ain't into you."

You don't have an answer to that, you just look down at the empty glass guiltily. Caleb shakes his head. On your slouched shoulder, a rough hand finds purchase.

"Hey now, you don't mind if you lend me an ear, do ya?"

Not at all.

"Look," Caleb clears his throat, scooching the barstool a little closer to you. "I know it hurts, trust me, I know. But, there's just gonna be folks out there who, for whatever God damned reason, just don't like ya. Doesn't necessarily have to be something you did."

You could tell by the tone of Caleb's voice that this was something he himself's also struggled with: Feeling out of place. An Irish immigrant, undesirable by white employers and pioneers on the western front. "And sometimes, dotey? You gotta know when to give it up."

You sigh sadly. Deep down, you know Caleb is right. Frank and the Legion will probably never see you as a friend. "I know... I... I guess I just want people to like me."

"Why, I like ya!" Caleb playfully nudges you on the shoulder, making you laugh. "But... yeah. I get it. You're still a young lil' thing. You wanna run wild with people your age."

You nod.

"Listen here now, mo chuisle, I know yer crushed," Caleb continued, "It might take a while to, 'find your people,' so to speak. Took me my whole damn life. Took me 'till my last few years to find my people." His lips rose as you both knew he was referring to the Hellshire Gang.

Caleb gently caressed your shoulder, patting it every now and then, his eyes softening. "Ya can't beg for folks to like ya, mo chuisle. It'll only hurt you in the end." A soft smile returns to his face. "And when you find your people, you won't have to beg. You know why?"

You blink, and Caleb grins. "Because the best folk'll see you the way I do, grá mo chroí."

Your eyes don't feel as stingy anymore as you smile back at him. You think you're going to leave the Legion alone for a little while, and stick by Caleb. Sure, your friendship was... unconventional, but you never had to beg for Caleb's attention. And best of all? He was delighted to have you around.

Perhaps your people, age gap be damned, was right in front of you, sharing a whiskey with you.

You wouldn't ever have to beg.

"mo chuisle": literally "my pulse" my darling, my love

"grá mo chroí": literally "love of my heart"

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reinedeslys-central · 2 months

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tbh I keep seeing the takes of ppl (and ballister) about ambrosius thinking he would kill the queen but not play freestyle jazz - and it totally makes sense and all with all the context -

BUT. I just wanna point out.

the look of indecision and shock/surprise on his face every time he sees bal after the incident, and even during the incident? the split second where he considers the other knights about to turn on him for knowing his partner best and steps up to lead the search saying 'before anyone gets hurt'? like say all you will (and I agree), but that scene to me reads exactly like someone trying to get to their lover first and protect them and prove their innocence before others can convict them sans trial (looking at you wangxian) OR, also, the realisation that you have to play it safe because the community has found out your lover is queer and the pitchforks are high, but you've always been the golden child / carrying a legacy, and you make the instinctive decision to stay safe for a multitude of reasons (after all, you can't shelter them by losing your rep too, can you? or so you think. same thing in the 'prom' teen-movie btw which is a whole thing to unpack on another day but this same theme is there!).

the first time he looks like he's against bal is after the director proclaims him leader of the search - and compared to his expressions all before then, it feels so much like a mask (mask-esque. not fake, just.. if you get what I mean? I don't really have the words this is just a brain vomit anyway, insert long discussion abt masks and conflicting emotions here ig) and it cracks immediately when he sees him breaking out of jail with nimona in the hallway. and honestly I'm down to give him a little slack after that because, comedically, he totally walked in RIGHT after ballister talked about murdering everyone, and then our boi didn't even manage to blurt out that he was innocent they just got caught up angstily staring at each other. which. :)

even in all the scenes that come after - yeah, definitely can see the totally-thought-he-was-the-killer-ambrosius-why-are-you-like-this angle. and i agree. bad moves all around, dude. but! my man lowering his crossbow in the market? I don't know about you but that doesn't look like a someone who's only holding back because he loves the target. that's a guy that looks unsure about the process the whole way through the scene. (bit of a stretch I know) and the thing that ties it together is the conversation with the director in the car. when he talks about feeling unsure of his legacy? the moment with the crowd and autograph? feeling like a traitor to his personal beliefs and the institution he was raised for? the hope, trying to discreetly make it to the car? it's all there, man. he's isolated from the only person that thinks differently, still outwardly pretending he's 100% with the institute's actions and lashing out with the things that still make sense and overlap with both mindsets.

yeah, ambrosius definitely messed up (ex. 1: arm-chopping as a love language of brainwashing omg pure gold) but? every step makes sense. i'd cut anyone a bit of slack for the doubt and wanting to reconcile their life when everything's turned on its head, especially after hearing bf in question saying he wants to murder everyone ^v^

and also i just. this movie is SO COOL for somehow touching on so many themes so core to so many peoples' experiences. TT y'all please go watch it it's free on yt until feb 26 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i4CFWTYFRlw

definitely going to read the comic as soon as I can - I know it's supposed to be way darker, more subtle, with an ambiguous ending but that's it, so excited to see the original spin on this story :))

#nimona #nimona 2023 #ballister boldheart #ambrosius goldenloin #meta #thoughts #ballister x ambrosius #movies

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onceonafullmoon · 2 months

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Could we please get some general romantic relationship headcanons for Ann, Makoto, Futaba, and Haru?

Relationship HCs of Ann, Makoto, Futaba and Haru

No warnings just fluff!

Ann

She’s the type to remember everything, literally, everything, but only when it comes to you.

Anniversaries and your birthday are a given of course, but it extends to events you have to attend, hobbies and every little thing about you.

Like… Ann, you can’t remember any date in history class, but somehow you know your s/o’s least favorite type of skittle?

That being said she can be a bit… scatterbrained when it comes to her own things, so most of your time will double as her personal calendar.

Shopping dates? Shopping dates.

She will drag you (or not depending on how much you like shopping) to the nearest shop and make you try on a ridiculous amount of clothes.

All of it will suit you, she pays close attention to your personal sense of style, much to the point where you wouldn’t be sure if you picked something out yourself.

The Queen of PDA, let me tell you.

Contantly holding your hand, having her arm around you, playing with your hair, sitting in your lap... all of that

Definitely wouldn't just straight up make out with you in public though lmao

Its just enough so that everyone else knows that you're taken

Not because she's the jealous type though (she is, don't believe her)

All in all, a very sweet and caring girlfriend, who might at times be a bit too head over heels in love

Makoto

She's an acts of service girl for sure, like if she can do anything for you, she. will.

No buts, ifs or ands she will do almost anything

Oh, you're hungry? Already made you a snack. You need help with homework? She'll walk you through the lesson again. Need to hide a body? Well, she probably won't do that, but then again who knows?

She's more shy about showing verbal and physical affection comparatively

Not that she won't try if that's your love language!

She just needs time to grow more accustomed to it, but she'll do anything to make you feel cherished

Of course, this is a two way street

Make sure to tell her how much she means to you and how proud of her you are, gods know she needs it

Ideal dates for the both of you would be somewhere quiet and lowkey where you can talk

Read: where she can hear you talk

She really likes to hear you talk about things you're passionate about, just something about the way your eyes sparkle makes her fall even harder for you

If you're the shy type she has no problem ordering for you in public/ standing up for you should you need it

Can actually be quite overprotective at times, not to the point where it's stiffling though

In all, a strong girlfriend who needs to be cherished in private

Haru

Don't let the princess vibe fool you, in this relationship she's doing all the pampering

Not to an extreme extent of course

Just, if you happen to spot something that catches your eye in a store, you might magically find it hidden away in your room as a surprise

You can try to stop her from doing this, but you will not be sucessful

Anyways, she's a really good listener and she especially enjoys whenever you take the time to rant about something or tell her something interesting that happened to you.

Her guilty pleasure is listening to your gossip

Not that you spread any malicious rumors, just harmless things like "I think so and so has a crush on him"

Very very easy to make flustered

Just tell her how pretty she looks or how smart you think she is and she's instantly beet red

Feel free to tease her for this, but don't take it too far or she'll shut you up with a kiss

(yeah she doesn't really offer much incentive to stop)

Her second guilty pleasure is romance novels and you both frequently have book dates where you both discuss the novel you've read.

Its kind of amusing to watch her get so passionate about it.

Feel free to tell her that and you'll be rewarded with another blush

Basically, she's a sweetheart who should be treasured and will treasure you.

Futaba

First of all, be prepared for a lot of being glared at by Sojiro if you're male presenting.

I'm so sorry but it just comes with the territory

Anyways, shes the type of girl who prefers quality time above all else, so you'll find that most of your down time will be spent with her.

Not to an unhealthy extent of course, just more so than the usual couple.

Of course, you can't be with eachother all the time, so she periodically texts you throught the day, mostly just sharing memes and mini updates about her day.

Gaming dates

Even if you aren't very good at video games she'll still want to play with you, in fact, if you aren't good its better for her so that she can show off to you

If you are good then she'll be proud that you can keep up with her

Anyways not all of your dates will take place within the confines of a house.

Once in a while you'll manage to drag her out to go to Akihabara to look around the shops

She's still working through her social anxiety, so do your best to encourage her and support her

She'll frequently get you to watch all her favorite shows and then will rant excitedly to you about them

You'll just smile and nod as she does so, not quite understanding all the intricacies of her headcannons and character analyses

Basically, she can be kind of clingy, but she's fun to be around and makes you happy.

#persona 5 #persona 5 x reader #ann takamaki #ann takamaki x reader #makoto niijima #makoto niijima x reader #futaba sakura #futaba sakura x reader #haru okumura #haru okamura x reader #p5 #i told you all I would get to these

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adrift-in-thyme · 7 months

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Whumptober Day 15: "I'm fine"

This one's for the anon who suggested some post-totk Wild hurt/comfort for day 15. I hope you enjoy!!

Read it on Ao3

- Wild & Time

- Summary: When Wild just barely manages to save Twilight, the wounds from his second adventure resurface

CW for blood and injury and a panic attack

Disclaimer: this fic has very minor spoilers for Tears of the Kingdom. Basically, if you've watched the trailers, you already know about the stuff I talk about here. But just be aware if you want to go in completely spoiler-free!

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He’s fine.

That’s what Wild tells them. And himself. He repeats it like a mantra in the days following his return to the group of heroes he calls his brothers. It’s his reply to the endless queries about his welfare. His internal chant that keeps the demons at bay.

(Perhaps, if he says it enough times it will feel true. Perhaps, it will make the fear disappear, dissipate the nightmares.

(Somewhere, deep within though, he knows it won’t. It never did before. Why would it now?)

But he tries anyway. What else can he do?

His brothers are worried about him. He can see it in their eyes, hear it in their voices. And it’s not fair. He didn’t return to have them shoulder this burden.

They already carry enough.

So, he maintains the lie and convinces himself it’s the truth. Even when the dreams come, forcing him to relive the memories he runs from during the day. Even when his arm aches with the phantom pain of the ravenous evil that once ran through his veins.

And he keeps it together well enough. At least, he thinks he does. He shows off his new abilities, lets everyone inspect his arm, laughs and jokes and tells the most exciting tales from his adventure.

Sometimes, it’s easy. After all, not every part of his adventure was bad. Most of it, he realizes as he shares more and more with his brothers, was not.

But those bits that were…it is all too easy to allow them to override all the rest.

Especially when memories decide to repeat themselves.

Especially today. Because Twilight is falling.

They had been fighting a group of monsters. Hefty beings, though nothing they couldn’t handle. And with all the heroes there it should have been easy.

But nothing is ever easy. Wild should know that by now.

He sees it happen at a slothful pace, as though time itself has slowed. But he doesn’t remember using stasis. He doesn’t even have the ability anymore.

Though he desperately wishes that he did. Because, then, maybe, he could bring it all to a halt the moment Twilight stumbles. Maybe then he would have time to reach him.

It all falls down in a matter of seconds, racing into each other at breakneck speed despite their immeasurable slowness. One moment the rancher is beside him, trading quips and fighting back a moblin (just like before and somehow that had made breathing a bit easier). And the next the very ground crumbles beneath their feet.

Wild doesn’t know what causes it — spell, wayward bomb, it doesn’t matter. All he can see now are Twilight’s eyes going wide as he loses his balance and plummets. All he can hear now is his own scream as he lunges forward to grab him.

“Twilight!”

He lands flat on his stomach, ignoring the way the fall rattles his ribcage. Desperately, he reaches out. The turquoise of his new arm glows.

He can see it — crimson wrapping around it in wispy strings of clawing, greedy evil. He can see her terrified face as she reaches for his grasping hand.

Twilight stretches out his arm. His fingertips brush Wild’s. The feeling in his arm is not as good as it would be in a natural one….one that belonged to him, that his body didn’t sometimes decide to violently reject. But he can feel it anyway — the familiar touch of his brother’s hand, calloused and strong.

He grabs for him. And misses.

Twilight falls.

“No.” Tears prick at his eyes, burning as they spill down his cheeks. “No!”

Not again. Please, not again.

His world narrows, his breath grows short. But he fights to push past the panic, he fights not to fail again.

“Wild!” Wind appears beside him, eyes wide with worry. “What happened? Where’s Twilight?”

Wild doesn’t have time to respond (what would he say anyway to explain this?). Again, he reaches out, choking on his sorrow as he does so. Magic is at his fingertips, its golden glow warm and welcome. He directs it at the spot where the rancher once was.

His surroundings go grayish and dull. A ticking sound fills the air, like a clock rewinding. Wild draws in a breath and steels himself. This has to work, it has to. If it doesn’t…

He won’t entertain that thought. He won’t imagine the rancher lying broken and bleeding on a bed of jagged rock.

Suddenly, there is the sound of wind rushing past his ears and a cry of a monster. Something falls with a thump beside him. The smell of blood drifts to Wild’s nose.

“Nice catch, sailor!” Hyrule cries.

Wild grits his teeth, struggling to keep himself from turning to look. He can’t afford to break his concentration, even for a second. Any moment now, Twilight will appear. Any moment now, he will have to grab him before the spell can break, plunging him back down.

He makes a mental note to thank Wind when this is all over.

Twilight’s head appears just over the edge of the pit, then his shoulders. Wild doesn’t allow himself to take in the blood running down his forehead and splotched on his tunic, or the unnatural bend of his arm, or the pallor of his skin, the way he hangs limply like a puppet on a string. He digs the toes of his boots into the ground and leans forward.

The ticking stops. The spell breaks. Twilight slumps into his hands.

The weight of him nearly drags them both back down. Eyes blown wide with panic, Wild struggles against the inescapable pull of gravity. But then someone grasps his legs and begins to pull him back toward the safety of firm earth.

“Don’t worry, champion,” comes Time’s voice, sharp with worry and firm with resolve. “We’ve got you.”

Still, Wild doesn’t allow himself to breathe until they are firmly on land. And even when they are, he scrambles up, pulling Twilight further from the edge.

The others rush forward to help him. They’re talking, he thinks, reassuring him that Twilight is alright. But he can’t hear them over the rushing in his ears.

His shaking hands loosen their grip on Twilight, falling limp beside him into the damp grass. His breath comes in raspy, trembling gasps. The air he manages to drag in burns his constricted throat.

He can see him even through the blurriness clouding his vision. The rancher is still unconscious, still deathly pale. Blood dribbles in a slow stream from his mouth and nose, bruising has begun to purple his face and neck.

Wild clenches his hands into fists.

I was too late. I missed…again.

“…fine. He’s fine, champion.”

Wild raises his eyes to Sky’s face, blinking away tears he hadn’t registered coming. The knight offers him a small smile.

“He’s just a little banged up. That’s all. And our captain’s going to take good care of him.”

“That’s right,” Hyrule pipes up, as he hands Warriors a potion. “He’s got some broken bones, but he’s endured far worse. Some potion and a bit of rest and he’ll be alright.”

He should respond in some way. A thank you or a nod, at the very least. But the atmosphere itself seems to be pressing down on him. And it’s all Wild can do to stand.

He manages anyway, rising on trembling legs.

“Wild?” Wind looks up at him. “Are you okay?”

Wild shakes his head. Tears continue to fall unbidden down his cheeks. He can’t breathe.

Casting one, last look at the fallen rancher, he turns and runs. ------------------

He ends up in the depths of the nearby woods, back against a tree, curled in on himself with his head resting upon his knees. Wild isn’t certain how long he sits there, trying to banish the horrific images that flash before his eyes, trying to breathe. But somewhere along the way, he hears footsteps.

He doesn’t bother to raise his head. The steps are familiar, after all. No monster could walk so lightly, treading in rhythm with the crunch of fallen leaves and the sound of the wind rustling the branches. No one else sounds as though they are a part of the forest. Almost like the blupees do and the Lord of the Mountain. Sometimes, he gets the strangest feeling that if he looks away for too long, their leader will vanish amongst the shadows of the furs.

Time lowers himself down beside him, now, just close enough that their shoulders brush. Wild fights not to lean into him. He hadn’t realized how cold he had become.

“Twilight is awake.”

Wild lifts his head slightly, blinking. The tears have stopped now but his eyes feel like someone rubbed dirt in them.

“Is…is he okay?”

“He will need to rest for a few days. But yes, he is alright.” A large hand comes to rest on his shoulder. “You rescued him just in time, champion. Who knows how far down he would have fallen without your quick thinking.”

Quick thinking.

Wild can’t hold back a bitter chuckle. It hardly feels as though it was quick thinking. Panicked, more like it, a desperateness born of the need to not lose another loved one. Even temporarily.

Time is quiet for a long moment. Wild slumps further into his protective, little ball, battling between wanting to run again and wanting to sob into Time’s arms. In the end, he can bring himself to do neither.

“A second adventure is never easy,” the older hero says, at last, when Wild is certain he is going to either explode or dissolve into the dirt beneath their feet. “Honestly, I cannot imagine going on as many as our veteran has. Two was more than enough for me.”

With a jolt of surprise, Wild raises his head. He turns to frown at Time, who merely smiles.

“I didn’t want to talk about it either, you know. I kept what had happened on my journey a secret for many years. Telling anyone seemed more difficult than anything else I had endured. Sometimes, even impossible.”

Wild swallows, hard. He is almost certain the tears are returning.

“I couldn’t let it happen again,” he admits, quietly, voice hoarse. “I couldn’t lose him like I lost her. Like…like I lost everyone.”

Time nods. “But you didn’t. Twilight is safe, cub. Allow yourself to believe that to be true.”

Wild drags in a shaky breath. The words he hardly dares to speak rise in his throat, screaming for release.

“And what…what happens if one day that’s no longer true? What happens if I fail him next time?”

What happens if I fail all of you? What if I fail her again?

Time sighs. “I wish I had the answer to that. Believe me, it would do much to put my own mind at rest. All I can tell you, is to live for today. Allow yourself this victory. Allow it to strengthen you to face further challenges. That is all that you can do.”

Wild ducks his head, biting his lip to keep the tears at bay. But they come out anyway, spilling down his cheeks in cascading rivulets. He chokes on a mouthful of salt water.

Time shifts. The warmth of his hand leaves, only to be replaced by the warmth of his arms, enveloping Wild as he holds him close. Wild collapses into him, heedless of the tears and snot he is undoubtedly sullying Time’s tunic with. Sobbing into the Hero of Time’s chest is not something he ever imagined that he would do. Now that the great ball of agony has begun to unwind, however, he cannot drag it back into submission.

He has kept it for this long, held it inside until it almost became a part of him. He has fought it down through months of chasing fleeting clues across Hyrule, fighting beasts that haunt his nightmares. Smothered it at night when sleep refused to come. It refuses to be held down any longer.

It rushes out like a wave of water upon the collapse of a dam. And Time holds him while it does.

When, at last, the sobs do subside, the tightness in his chest and stomach is still there, as it always has been. But it has lessened somewhat and for that, at least he is grateful. Slowly, he pushes himself up, swiping at his eyes and nose, self-consciously.

“S-sorry about your tu-tunic,” he hiccups, eyeing Time sheepishly.

The hero gives him a small, kind smile. In that moment, it is hard to believe that this is the same hero who can make grown men tremble and take down the largest of monsters without breaking a sweat.

“Don’t concern yourself with it. It can be washed out.” He rises, dusting himself off, then holds out a hand. “Now, are you ready to go? I believe Twilight wants to see you.”

Wild takes a deep breath. His gaze flits to his arm, softly glowing where it rests on his lap.

All I can tell you, is to live for today. Allow yourself this victory. Allow it to strengthen you to face further challenges.

Slowly, he folds his fingers into a fist. The glow strengthens in answer to his own resolve.

“Yeah.” He takes Time’s hand and stands. “I’m ready.”

#whumptober 2023 #no.15 #“i'm fine”#linkeduniverse #fic #panic attack tw #blood tw #injury tw #trin writes #lu wild #lu twilight #lu time #hurt/comfort #angst #whump #sorry the resolution is a bit rushed #i couldn't figure out how to draw it out further lol #well time to go work on today's fic now

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altraviolet · 4 months

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so im neck deep in reading echo garden - hi, hope ur doing well, holy hell what is this beautiful piece of writing and worldbuilding omg? i originally wanted to ask you something like; 'what's your inspiration for your worldbuilding, what ideas did you come up with, pull/build from etc'

..but instead i wanna try and ask you a different question/for advice, if that's okay? (your writing went and gave me a mild crisis, congrats you've reached peak 'make-ppl-feel-things-thru-writing' skillz. :}) how do you even 'do' worldbuilding? because i'm doubting myself, reading your story lol. i know the whole.. 'we get inspiration from literally everything around us', 'there's no such thing as a truly original idea' etc,

but i'm just now breaking free of the thought that i have to.. produce something big and unique and grandiose? (for others? it's a weird attention-y 'ey look what i made' thing.) like, honestly, i fell in love with your worldbuilding but feel.. envious? like, 'oh, damn, i wish i was this good.' which, yeah, I KNOW is silly.

I don't know.. how to worldbuild/craft (whatever term) something that feels like mine? I keep comparing to others, and keep feeling like whatever bits and pieces come to me isn't good enough. Isn't unique/cool/giant/'oh-so-new-&-different' enough. like I have to somehow reach that impossible 'true original idea', without using any inspiration at all (otherwise it's not 'mine') - when everything's already been thought of before by countless people.

I'm sitting here in a really weird, silly, downright stupid at this point, circular loop and I don't know how to get out of it. I think not understanding what worldbuilding is, or how it works or even how having ideas works, might be why I've screwed myself here? And the internet's weird.. impossible standard for idea-having.

I have tiny pieces, the barest little foundations, I just don't know how to grow them into.. something, anything. (is maybe the thought that I ought to grow them in the first place one of the reasons I'm having trouble? and it's.. okay to not? that just because they're tiny, or simple, or mundane, doesn't mean they're worth less than 'bigger & better' chunks of ideas/worldbuilding?)

Hi! I'm doing okay, thanks. Vacation could be structured more to my liking, but family & obligation something something.

Anyway. Thanks! I'm glad you're enjoying Echo Garden. Especially the worldbuilding, which is one of my favorite things to do. It seems like you're feeling a lot of mixed and heavy things about it. I don't know if I'm any authority to help you with that, but I'll give it a shot. Let's go through what you've sent me, albeit out of order. I'mma put this behind a cut, because it got very long.

>what is this beautiful piece of writing and worldbuilding omg? Thank you! I appreciate that. Here I would like to stress that this writing has taken me almost 4 years and hundreds and hundreds of hours, and hundreds of thousands of words to accomplish. If you think it is beautiful, I am happy to hear that! I will be honest: I am very proud of what I've done. But what I'm stressing here is that it was not effortless. It is beautiful, but it has taken a lot of work.

>i fell in love with your worldbuilding but feel.. envious? like, 'oh, damn, i wish i was this good.' which, yeah, I KNOW is silly. No, that's not silly. That's legit. Envy or jealousy are totally normal things to feel in any given situation. If the situations were reversed, I'd feel the same way. When I see people who have things or skills I wish I had, I feel it. This might be a good time to drop a little story about when I first thought about writing TF fic. Please do me a favor and go read this ask, you can skip down to the bold words that say NOTE THE WARNINGS AND TAGS BEFORE READING. Here I talk about how I didn't write for a year because I read a fic so good I knew I could never be that good.

tl;dr and/or moral: it's ok and natural to feel envious. Don't let it stop you from writing, though. If I had let TGWP stop me from writing, you'd never have Echo Garden. That'd be a shame, I think. I'm glad I decided to try writing, even though I knew I couldn't do something as good as what I admired. I did something else.

>how do you even 'do' worldbuilding? because i'm doubting myself, reading your story lol. i know the whole.. 'we get inspiration from literally everything around us', 'there's no such thing as a truly original idea' etc, I'll come back to your first question eventually, but I wanna address the latter statements: "We get inspiration from everything around us," yes, this is true. Being a sponge, being observant of the world, will help you build a 'library' of ideas. Artists have a term for this that escapes me at the moment, but the idea is, if an artist draws 1000 trees, and within those, 50 different kinds of trees, they now have an excellent mental tree 'library' to reference when they need to draw a tree. And since it's super easy to find irl references of trees, one might ask, what's the use of the mental library? It gives the artist the basics and a ton of variations on The Concept of a Tree. In a similar way, observing the world, reading stories, listening to music, absorbing creative works, etc will also add to your mental library. You can call on these things when worldbuilding later. Quick example: if you know the ins and outs of a hospital, because you're a nurse, you'll have a fantastic basis for a realistically operating sci fi hospital on another world. Take a concept relating to the hospital, as we know it on Earth, and change it. What if patients can regrow internal organs but not limbs? See what that does to the organization of the hospital. The staff, the pharmacy, the stock, the medical supplies. What changes? Organ donors aren't needed anymore. Would this mean an actual reduction in the species's understanding of how those organs work? An irl nurse won't have to do a ton of research to get the basics which are drawn upon to answer those questions.

This line of questioning took me to something I want to expand upon later, but for now: What kind of cultural issues could arise from this species's healing ability? Is someone who was forced to grow a new liver due to an accident "less than" someone who has their original liver? Hold onto the fact that we just went from hospital -> biology -> culture. "There's no such thing as a truly original idea," I disagree with this statement, though I know it is a very, very popular one. I think it is true that plots and archetypes are commonly used over and over again. I think there are still original ideas out there, though. I pride myself on it, to be honest. Some of the worldbuilding you like so much comes from ideas that I've not seen in either TF canon or fanon. They tend to be smaller details that feed into bigger systems, once you take them to their logical endpoints. More on that later.

>I keep comparing to others, and keep feeling like whatever bits and pieces come to me isn't good enough. Isn't unique/cool/giant/'oh-so-new-&-different' enough.

All I can say here is that comparison is the thief of joy. If we're talking strictly fanfic, it shouldn't be this stressful on you. People love tropes for a reason. Don't be afraid to use them. Echo Garden itself has a few. "Enemies to lovers" never quite felt like the correct term, but it is recognizable and there are tons of fans of it. Remember the thing about me not writing for a year cuz I thought I wasn't good enough. Don't do that. Comparison is the thief of joy! >like I have to somehow reach that impossible 'true original idea', without using any inspiration at all (otherwise it's not 'mine') - when everything's already been thought of before by countless people.

Again, I do think there are truly original ideas still out there. You have a unique view of the world. Writing is one way to share it. All your experiences, your education, your hardships and your victories shape who you are. No one else will be looking out the same eyeballs. With practice, you can find ideas. I'll explain how I do it. Maybe that will help you, too. Though you do have, by your own words, little pieces: I have tiny pieces, the barest little foundations, I just don't know how to grow them into.. something, anything. Little pieces are a good place to start. And if they stay little, that's fine. Having a ton of little pieces layered on top of each other is what contributes richness to your world.

My goal with all the above was to address the emotional aspect of your ask. I haven't gone through everything, but I'd like to get to your core question. I am going to answer it literally, in a way that might not help you, then try to break it down into something that might be helpful.

how do you even 'do' worldbuilding?

I think. All the time. I am one of those people who has a laser focus and is able to make connections between unrelated ideas. I am always, always thinking. It's not really daydreaming. It's thinking about a single idea and then taking it for a ride down a million "what if?" paths. Put it this way: I think watching astronomy lectures is fun and I loathe parties. Fun for me is world building: building literal worlds. Playing with ideas. So how do I 'do' worldbuilding? Mostly in my head. Once I get some ideas that make sense, I write them down so I don't forget them. If I'm lucky, I'm at home at my computer and can type them fast. If I'm not, I'm at work, and I scribble them on pieces of paper. It can be anything, from a huge plot point to a teeny tiny detail.

How do I think? If I'm world building from nothing (as opposed to solving a problem or building on top of previously thought of stuff), I just... think of things that fascinate me. For Transformers, that's their biology and how it links to culture. It's their alienness. The possible geology of their world. I freaking love just thinking about that!

Once you have a fascinating idea, you push it. What does that mean? Do you recall, in the nurse/hospital example above, I noted that, while we started with 'hospital setting,' it moved to how that healing factor could be interpreted in the culture of that species? That was what I mean: taking the idea of 'alien hospital' to 'what does this mean about their biology?' to 'what does this mean about their culture?' And to be honest, this is how I do a lot of world building. Culture comes from biology and geology. This is a personal theory I have, I'm sure anthropologists have a better definition of culture. But that's the one I use for worldbuilding. What is the consequence of your fascinating idea? That is the key for me. That is how I worldbuild.

If I'm worldbuilding on top of previous stuff, it's sometimes a bit harder or easier, depending on how the previous stuff narrows your possibilities. But in that case, I usually try to be as logical as possible. Here's an example for Echo Garden:

canon facts: the Lost Light has a fuel furnace and an engine room and a bridge

me: hmm, okay, the LL has utilities and facilities, kind of like a small town. someone has to tend to those things. I'm sure some mechs have specialized knowledge that makes them a better fit for maintaining/upkeeping certain things than others. We saw Blaster on the bridge acting as a communications officer of sorts. Hmm, he's probably the best bet for keeping comm-related stuff clean and running. Hmm, that fuel furnace... I bet it's really hot in there, lol. I bet it's complicated in there. They probably have to color code the pathways to the different furnaces. I bet most mechs wouldn't like being in there because it's so hot. I wonder who'd get stuck with that chore. Well... Rodimus is fireproof, basically, and Trailbreaker could protect himself with his shield. So they can do that chore.

It feels rambly when I write it out. I suppose it could be. I do this very quickly in my mind, though. I pull from everything I know: canon, fanon, things I know from my own life experiences. This 'pulling' happens all at the same time. So, going back to that 'mental library,' as you can see, that's a powerful thing for me to have for my worldbuilding method.

Okay okay, so how can I make all that into something actionable by you? Good question. I suppose I will answer it with more questions!

Precisely define what it is you want to worldbuild. Is it cultural (language, food, clothing, music, etc)? Is it biological (bodies, adaptations, appearance, etc)? Is it environmental (geology of the world, or the inside of a space ship)? What exactly do you want to accomplish?

Once you have selected your Topic, think about all the things related to that Topic. What are the usual characteristics of Topic? Which of those characteristics can you change to fit your world? Example: food in TF. Food is often energon or engex. Food in real life is a huge part of culture. If your goal is to showcase a character making a special dish, maybe pick an irl dish you like, and see how its preparation would change if it was made out of a pretty, glowy energon-y substance instead of whatever it's made of on Earth.

If you haven't worldbuilt to your satisfaction, try another avenue. What else about Topic can you think of? What are your personal experiences regarding Topic? Maybe go do some research on Topic- you might find a neat little tidbit to incorporate into your writing.

Once you've worldbuilt Topic to your satisfaction, link it to the rest of your world! What does Topic existing do to your environment? To your characters? It's okay if Topic isn't a huge deal. That's totally fine! It's lovely to just have little worldbuilding details hanging around in the background. Remember- layering lots of tiny details really helps make a world feel rich and lived in. In the event that Topic is a big deal, repeat step 2 to discover how it affects your world.

Once Topic is happily integrated into your world, repeat the process! Take breaks, listen to music. Zone out. See if your brain can make some weird connections while you're not even really thinking about it. Be open to something that sounds kinda nuts at first. Maybe there's a way to pull it off! Or maybe not.

Side note: if you think of a really cool idea but it doesn't fit into the story you're writing right now, stick it in a file for later. Mmm, delicious ideas file, ready to be cannibalized for your next story.

So... yeah! That's how I worldbuild. Thinking a LOT and connecting ideas together and then pushing them to logical extremes/conclusions.

If you have any specific questions about anything I've written, feel free to ask. I don't think my method will work for everyone, but hopefully you can put your own spin on it and find a method that works for you.

Best of luck and happy worldbuilding :)

#ask #long post #worldbuilding #world building #nyctocryptid

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amiharana · 1 year

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Okay, so I've read a couple of Revalink soulmate AU fics but I can never get through them because honestly I've never really liked the concept. And honestly, I feel like there's a decent chance Link would feel the same.

I mean, you've got a guy who didn't really get to choose almost anything about his life - he's a knight because his father was, he's Zelda's guard because he was selected by the King, he's the chosen hero because he's destined for it - and then he doesn't even get to choose who he falls in love with? And in most soulmate AUs probably has a literal physical mark on his body constantly reminding him of that fact? That's not romantic, that's existentially horrifying!

This idea might already be a thing but I've never really read fanfic before about a month ago when I got the Revalink brainrot so I don't know, but here's an idea I call the anti-soulmate AU.

Basically Revali doesn't have whatever soulmate-identifying mark exists in this story, and Link does, which is part of why Revali resents Link while Link is in some ways envious of Revali for the opposite reason. Somehow they end up actually talking to each other and grow close, and eventually Link basically decides "fuck it, I don't care that there's some destined perfect partner for me, I'm choosing to be with this guy." And even though they provably aren't soulmates and their relationship maybe isn't perfect, they still love each other and are happy together.

There can be some angst about Revali feeling insecure since there is someone out there who objectively would be a better partner for Link even though Link doesn't actually want to be with them, and about how this is basically depriving Link's soulmate of their perfect partner. Who that person is doesn't really matter, but making it Mipha would add even more to her whole "tragic one-sided pining" thing. Or it could just be some random person, like I said it's kinda unimportant.

Anyway the Calamity happens, and since Link kinda-sorta-dies whatever soulmate mark he has goes too and he's finally totally free from it. I have no idea if that's a thing that happens in these AUs, like I said I don't really read them much, but it kinda makes sense and fits this story so whatever. Maybe have Revali be revived after Ganon's defeated so there can be a happy ending.

Revalink as a concept is always just a little bit contrived. You have to mess with the timeline of the backstory if you want them to be a thing pre-calamity, you need to change how the Champion ghosts work to have them be a thing mid-game, or you need to have all the champions come back from the dead in order to have them be a thing post-canon, and you almost always need to mess with their personalities to have it be even slightly plausible. It's always kinda messy and doesn't totally make sense, and in this story that would basically be true in-universe and that's exactly why Link wants to be with him. He's pretty much the exact opposite of a perfect, destined partner who fits together with Link flawlessly.

Sorry for basically writing the entire synopsis of a fic that doesn't exist and probably isn't even that good of an idea, but as I mentioned I have the Revalink brainrot and I have no friends who I can send ideas like this to and I need to tell them to somebody.

so first of all, NEVER apologize to me for writing a whole fic synopsis in my askbox. my friend, are you familiar with my blog? all i do is write the longest fic rambles in the world here instead of writing full-fledged fic to upload to ao3 ☝️😭 so please do not even worry!!! i like ur fic idea a lot and it's good!!! and if you'd like, we can be friends and u can do what crow cryiling (affectionate) does and spam my inbox or messages w your ideas whenever you want 🤍 i luv to hear about revalink always

i honestly really love soulmate aus because i'm a hopeless romantic 😭🤍 SORRY but i do agree that to write a really good soulmate au for revalink, you can't just put any soulmate au template on them. like revali himself will actively break the fourth wall to fight against it because it just doesn't fit their dynamic; their whole relationship is built off of defying fate, re:your second-to-last paragraph. canon botw doesn't outline a clear path for revalink to ever be together in the way it might for zelda, mipha, or sidon even, so we'll always have to bend or break the rules of their universe for even a glimpse of future where they can be happy together 🥹 but it's the best part of their dynamic: they weren't supposed to be together, but goddamn it do they look good together.

i remember reading a fic where link and revali did have soulmate-identifying marks (i forgot what it was called but link's soul mark was revali's entire monologue in the revali's flap memory, and link hated him for it LMAO), but the idea that link would despise seeing the mark is so 🥺💔 i'm imagining maybe link was so excited to have one as a child, but after pulling the master sword and becoming a knight of hyrule, he now sees how he's doomed his soulmate to being tied to him and how he's responsible for their future or whatever. link has gotta develop some sort of altruistic complex about how he has to serve the people even at the cost of himself, i can't articulate it well right now, but i hope you get what i mean??? but that influences his resentment at the existence of the soulmark — not that he resents the person who is his actual soulmate, just the fact that he has one because he views himself as a burden on his soulmate as a result of his current position in life.

revali being born without a soul mark makes me so sad 😭 mixing this with my hc about him being orphaned, but revali getting bullied for not only not having parents but also not having a soulmate 💔💔 some of these rito kids are dickheads talking about "the goddesses wouldn't grant you even one person who would love you, haha!" and it definitely influences his workaholic tendencies training to become to most powerful warrior ever. he copes by saying he thinks soulmates are ridiculous and that there was no way there was another person in the world who could be perfect for you, that you should be given the ability to choose who you wanted to be with (but deep down, revali wants to know who the goddess would have chosen for him, if he did have a soulmate ㅠㅠ)

what do you think the conversation between link and revali would be like when they decide they want to be together, soulmates or not? what about the moment they fall for each other? who falls first? would it be mutual pining and trying to resist at first, because revali knows link has a soulmate who he deserves more than revali and link holding back because he knows what revali feels about the whole soulmate thing? or do they fall in love without holding back anyway, with link not caring for his soulmate at all like you mentioned? making mipha link's soulmate........ so tragic i feel bad for her fr if link resented her for being his soulmate kJDFKJD 😭 i lowkey wanna write these scenes tho idk HAHAHAH

the soul mark disappearing after link "dies" and is put in the shrine of resurrection is a really interesting idea though! like what's the mechanics behind that? i feel you'd have to go back and decide how the soulmate system works; is it a mysterious magic that no one can figure out? is it decided by some god of fate or love, hyrule's counterpart to aphrodite/eros? how did the magic decide that because link was "dead", he can't have a soulmate anymore/disconnected him from his soulmate? or what if link's soulmate died during the calamity before he was put in the shrine and soulmate-logic was like 'if your soulmate is dead, the mark disappears' so link's mark fades mid-battle and he doesn't realize it? and furthermore, link waking up in the shrine a century later and looks at his hand or some shit where the mark used to be and either (1) feeling a strange sense of melancholy at the empty spot on his skin or (2) looking at it but feeling nothing at all, and continuing with getting out of the shrine.

you could also explore how soulmate dynamics change throughout the hundred years he's gone. i'm sure plenty of people died during the calamity and lost their soulmates, so how does that alter the whole societal norms and culture surrounding soulmates? are people still born with soulmates after the calamity? do you think it becomes a taboo, that it's dangerous to meet your soulmate because what if you lose them? or do they see it as a mark of fortune, that love still prevails even in this near godless world after an era of tragedy? and then how does link interact with the world following his awakening, to find out that people have soulmates and look back at the empty, unmarred part of his skin and wonder, did he have one too? who were they? did he love them, and did they love him too?

AND ANOTHER THING, if mipha was his soulmate back then, does she still have her soul mark on her ghost?????? what if she did because well. it's her spirit and not her actual body, so when link meets her again post-waterblight, she's saddened by not only link's lack of memory of her but also the fact he's lost his soul mark. and also remembering that link would still probably resent her if he had his memory.

furthermore, there's two scenarios that instantly come to mind when i think about post-calamity revalink here. (1) revali seeing link post-windblight but link doesn't remember and revali having a similar reaction/feeling to mipha, but is having an internal conflict about whether or not he should be happy that link no longer has a soulmate he's bound to or sad that because of that, he'll never have another chance with link again because he's dead </3 or (2) champions are revived but link still doesn't remember his time with revali pre-calamity so revali is trying to give link an out and let him go to be given the chance to love someone else in his new life, but for whatever reason link is still drawn to him, moving to rito village and practically living in revali's shadow. it's another slow-burn of them falling in love all over again and maybe link gets his memories back?

if you ever plan on writing this, my friend....... feel free to send it to me because i'd Love to read it. like fr. there's so much potential for this one

#revalink #ask #exceedinglygayotter #anti-soulmate au #i'm still a shooter for a revalink soulmate au KJDHSKDF but it really does have to be well written for me to enjoy it #but the messing around with revalink is one of my favorite parts ab their dynamic i think #nothing is truly concrete about their characters in botw so there's a lot of creative liberty that can be taken #link can be whatever you want bc technically Us at the Players Are Link #and someone in my ao3 comments mentioned this but #because there's not a lot of revali's character to really draw from canonically there's not really an “OOC” version of revali?#like you can't prove that he's always a dickhead like that because he kinda has a one-dimensional personality in botw LOL #so as long as you stay near that facet and expand on it #you have free reign over both of their characters and the only limitation is the world you put them in #i'm just rambling now sorry i'm sleepy #but anyways i Do like this au and i would really love to see more of it <3 #sorry it was so late btw LMFAOKDJFH

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etherealbelphie · 2 years

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Until You're Ready (Ft. Beelzebub and GN!MC)

Warnings: Season one spoilers, mentions of death and murder, panic attacks, implied romantic relationship.

Length: 1.4k words

Genre: Angst, hurt, comfort.

Summary: You've been avoiding Beel ever since Belphie's return. He wants to know why.

This fic is part 3 of an ongoing series of oneshots, here are the links to the other parts:

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 (You are here) |

Hey, look who's still active! (It's me :D) So...this is actually my 100th post on this blog! So I figured it was only right to continue the series of one-shots regarding lesson 16. If you were one of my early followers, you'll know that 'Selfish' was the first post I ever made on this blog. (Except maybe those ones I made trying to figure out how to use Tumblr I don't remember if that was before or after. They're deleted now. I'm sorry if you had to see those-)

Anyways, I tried to tag the right warnings, but if I missed one, please feel free to let me know! I hope you enjoy the story!

-Ethereal (✿◡‿◡)

Story below, please don't claim as your own!

The week Belphie came back, everything was off.

Lucifer would always brush against you before you left the house.

Mammon somehow managed to be even more protective, keeping an arm around your waist at all times and growling whenever someone got too close. Including his brothers.

Levi hated leaving the house, but he would always go with you if no one else could.

Satan cut his reading time in half and spent more of it with you.

Asmo would spend less time out, and more time in your room, gossiping and having spa days.

You were a lot quieter than usual, and when you were home, you never left your room. You also spent a lot more time out with the members of Purgatory Hall, the residents of the castle, or with your other friends from RAD.

All of that was unusual, but things were especially off for the twins. You were avoiding Belphegor, which was disappointing, but not surprising.

You avoiding Beel was both.

He could definitely understand why Belphie wasn’t at the top of your hang-out list, but why were you shutting him out too?

Had he done something wrong too?

He wanted to find out.

Nothing in his recent memory seemed bad enough for this level of tension between you two. He accidentally ate your yogurt the other day, but you assured him over and over again that it really wasn’t that big of a deal.

And now that he was thinking about it, that whole yogurt thing didn’t happen until after you were already acting strange.

Well, it doesn’t really matter what caused it, does it? The fact is, you were avoiding him, and he wanted to find out why so he can could go back to spending time with you.

Finally outside your door, he faintly heard Lucifer’s voice. Sounded like he was assisting you with one of your latest homework assignments.

Hopefully you wouldn’t mind his interruption.

He knocked a few times.

“Who is it?” You called tentatively.

“It’s Beel.”

“Alright,” you answered, prompting him to come in.

As expected, you and Lucifer were seated at the large wooden desk in your room.

“We need to talk,” he informed you. He glanced at his older brother for a split second, then back to you. “Alone.”

Lucifer looked to you, a silent question. You rolled your eyes, waving your hand as if you were literally trying to brush off his concern.

Lucifer scoffed, gathering his papers. “Very well. I’ll be on my way. I’ll be in my study if you need me,” though that last comment was more directed towards you than Beel.

You realized Beel hadn’t moved from his position, so you moved from your desk to his bed. You scooted to one side, then patted the space next to you.

Beel sat down, though he was cautious not to sit too close to you. Not till he figured out what was wrong.

“So…what’s up?” You asked, giving him a slightly-off smile.

He figured it would be easiest to just come out and ask the question that’s been bothering him the past week. “Have you been avoiding me?”

There was a beat of silence, and your gaze fell to the floor.

“It’s…been a really weird week.” That much was true. Your circumstances were pretty much one of a kind. “There’s been…a lot happening.”

You fell into thought for a moment, then shook yourself out of it. You can’t dwell on…that for very long or you would fall apart it.

“Ahaha.” You let out the most unconvincing laugh, shaking your head. “Anyways, I’m sorry if I’ve been weird.”

“That’s the thing. It’s just me and Belphie-“ you visibly flinch at his name “-who…you’re acting weird with…is this about Belphie?”

The second he asked that, he felt stupid. Of course it was.

The look on your face shows that he hit the nail on the head. “It…it’s complicated,” you answered. Your smile was becoming faker by the second.

“Could you try?” he prompted.

You opened your mouth, then just a quickly closed it. You shook your head, the smile dropping off your face completely .

He didn’t know if this was better or worse.

He waited a moment as you tried to gather your thoughts.

“I know you’re happy Belphegor is back.” That wasn’t a question, that was a fact that both of you knew.

He nodded, encouraging you to continue.

“Which makes sense. He’s your brother, and…I don’t blame you for being excited about his return.” You paused. “But like…I just…can’t with him right now,” you said, unable to phrase it any better. “Honestly, I kind of wish I just left-“ You cut yourself off, cringing.

“Left him up there?” He finished your sentence, though there was no judgement. Just understanding.

You looked..almost ashamed. “Yeah.” Your voice broke, but you continued. “And I know you’re excited he’s back, but I don’t want to…think about him, like, at all right now.”

Beel scooted closer to you, throwing an arm around your shoulder and pulling you towards him. “That’s fair.”

“You think so?” You sounded surprised.

He smiled sadly, though you couldn’t see it. “I love Belphie, but I love you too. And it makes me mad when people hurt people I love. Even if I love them too. If you’re mad at Belphie, that’s okay.”

“Mad doesn’t quite cover it,” You mumbled.

“How do you feel?” He asked.

“…honestly?” You asked.

He nodded. “Always.”

“Okay.” You paused. “I’m mad at him because he hurt me. I’m mad at myself because I was stupid enough to trust him. I’m… scared, because…I’m scared it’ll happen again. You’d think with the amount of times I’ve almost been killed would’ve gotten me used to it, but…nope,” you exhaled hard, a weak laugh at something that really wasn’t funny. “…I think the worst part is that I miss him.”

“You do?” Beel asked. “I know where he is, if you want to see him.”

Your response was instant, freezing up and clutching him tightly. “No, no, no, I don’t want to,” you repeated insistently.

This wasn’t what he was trying to do.

He immediately settled back on the bed. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” He pulled you with him so you two were cuddling against the pillows. “Maybe I misunderstood what you meant.”

You nodded, trying to slow your breathing. You hadn’t quite crossed the line to a full-on panic attack, so it wasn’t as hard as it could’ve been.

He rubbed your arm soothingly, and eventually your iron grip on his shirt ceased.

“I’m not making you see him if you don’t want to.”

“I don’t want,” you managed to gasp out after a second.

“Message received.” He flashed a thumbs up as double confirmation.

“Okay.”

There was another pause before you spoke again.

“What I meant was, I miss the version of him that I knew. I don’t even know how much of it was actually him, and how much of it was a façade.”

“I do,” Beel said, causing you to shoot him a questioning glance. “You know Belphie and I share a telepathy link, right?”

You nodded.

“That means I can tell when he’s lying.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. Is there anything you want to know?”

“Is he sorry?” Your reply was instant.

“He is,” he answered. “He’s…so sorry.” Beel could’ve told you for certain that the guilt ate his brother alive, but he didn’t want to guilt-trip you either. “He wants to apologize, but he’s not sure how he would even start. He’s not sure you’d even want him to.”

“Honestly, I don’t know either,” you admit.

“That’s okay,” Beel said. “He’s the one who’s in the wrong here. He can wait for an answer until you’re ready to give one.”

You nodded, grateful for his acceptance. “Thank you.”

Beel hesitated before he spoke again. “And honestly, if you ever do decide to talk to him, I’ll be there to support you. And only you. I’m on your side with this.” He tugged you closer, gently kissing your forehead.

“That…that means a lot,” you said. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He kissed the top of your head. “Now…I hate to ruin the moment, but I’m starting to get a little hungry…” his stomach growled.

You giggled, wiping away the tears you didn't know had fallen. “Okay. Let’s go grab something to eat.”

“You’re okay with leaving your room?” He asked.

You looked a little unsure, but nodded anyways. “Promise to stay with me, though?”

“Of course.” Gently pushing you up, he sat up as well. “I’ll always stay with you. Now, come on. I want to eat some food with you.”

#obey me #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me mc #obey me lesson 16 #obey me angst #obey me comfort #obey me hurt/comfort #obey me beelzebub x mc #obey me beel x mc #Lucifer has a walk on role so he ain't getting tagged

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diningwiththeasquiths · 4 months

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Jaccard - Part Two

Ended up writing more for this fic. Part One can be read here. 660 words of Carmy dealing with the fact he hired down-on-his-luck NYC Chef to come work for him at The Bear in a moment of madness. Still genfic at the moment, but feel free to squint and imagine whatever ship you like. :)

Instead of sleeping, Carmen fends off panic attack after panic attack throughout the night. Somewhere around 4 AM he starts wondering if his mind made it all up somehow, and Chef Frederick is still a safe 712 miles away from him in New York City.

At least he doesn’t throw up when he gets up in the morning, that’s something right?

He blinks when Frederick actually shows up, right on time and dour as ever. Okay, so not a figment of his imagination. Especially since everyone else can see him too. He introduces Frederick as the freshly hired Chef de Partie and tries not to cringe when offhandedly mentioning they’ve worked together before, but nobody asks any questions. In fact, everyone seems relieved the position got filled, and after saying hi to Frederick they move on to the order of the day.

He’s giving Frederick a quick tour of the place—fighting the urge to wipe the nervous sweat from his forehead—when Sydney asks if they can talk. Nodding, he wraps up the tour and asks Marcus if he can grab Frederick his uniform, distracted by the dread in his stomach about what exactly it is Sydney wants to talk to him about. It sounded serious.

“Hey,” she greets him, when he finds her in the pantry. “So, congrats on the new hire. Really cool that you came to me first, to discuss that, that was really nice of you.”

Shit. Another fuck-up in a long line of fuck-ups when it comes to being a good business partner to Syd.

“Sorry, I’m sorry.”

He means it, but damn if it doesn’t feel like a weak apology. He absolutely owes her the whole explanation. Even if he’s actually not that sure what the fuck happened.

“Look, he was Head Chef at the restaurant I worked at back in New York. I don’t know why I hired him yesterday, the guy made my life a living hell. I mean he really pushed me, but I think he definitely went too far, you know. But now he’s like, financially ruined or something. Something to do with coke, I don’t know. He says he’s clean now, so. Anyway, do you need me to fire him?”

Syd’s been staring at him during his rambling account of why certain things happened the way they did, looking increasingly less pissed and more concerned.

“We don’t have to get rid of him, I don't think we should, not without good reason. We really need a new Chef. But, a heads-up would’ve been nice, that’s all I’m saying. You've gotta include me in things like that, please. Even if it’s just calling to say you panicked and hired some asshole because you’re too good for this world, okay?”

His mouth twitches into a grateful smile. “Heard, Chef.”

When he steps back into the kitchen, Frederick is getting acquainted with his responsibilities while Tina keeps a watchful eye. Carmen’s obviously not worried about Frederick’s abilities, except for his ability to follow orders instead of barking them at others. The queasy feeling in his stomach returns.

Richie and Fak walking past is a nice distraction, their loud arguing so nice and normal that it’s soothing to Carmen. He isn’t even hearing the words of their argument, just lets the heated dispute wash over him while he goes over the preparations for tonight.

They’re so invested in their petty disagreement that they aren’t paying attention to where they’re going; Richie especially seems to have forgotten all kitchen etiquette. Carmen watches them from the corner of his eye and catches Richie almost bumping into Frederick.

“Watch it, Beanstalk,” Richie says. He doesn’t miss a beat, barely glancing at the new hire as he continues argueing with Fak, the two of them making their way to the backdoor.

Tina shakes her head, muttering something to herself in Spanish. Only Carmen sees the way Frederick’s eyes narrow behind his glasses.

Fuck. That better not become yet another problem.

Part Three can be found here.

#dining writes #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto #NYC chef #new york chef #sydney adamu #syd adamu #tina marrero #richard jerimovich #richie jerimovich

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chen-chen-chen-again-chen · 1 year

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Hi, hello, hola, and happy Stab Caesar Day! Tumblr ate my original draft because, um, I guess its hunger is horrible and insatiable? But here I am for take two. Thank you to @artsyunderstudy, @larkral, and @forabeatofadrum, who tagged me today and who continue to craft delightful things.

Updates on My Good Egg (Good morning, good night, good morning): My plan of posting Chapter 4 today ain't gonna happen. I updated the author's notes, but the next posting date is TBD. I need to focus on my health right now, and then I'll be travelling for a bit (March 24-April 7). But hey, if you've been meaning to read this one, now's a great time to catch up? 🤣

In the meanwhile, I'll share a snippet featuring several of my OCs, Baz's queer, chaotic uni friends. Behind the cut for mild spice. 🌶️

Bunce goes off with Simon so that she can pump the American bartender for information, and as soon as they’re out of earshot, Emma leans forward, her eyes glittering. “Well?”

“Well what.”

“I told Liu and Ramesh you got kidnapped,” Emma says, waving her hand dismissively, “and of course we’re all very worried and hope you’re doing okay and acclimating to regular life again, but have. You. Ridden. That.”

Baz regrets downing a few rats before they left for the pub, because it means he has enough blood in him to blush. “We’ve been figuring out this kidnapping situation,” he says coolly. “It hasn’t left much time for carnal pursuits.”

“Baz,” Liu says, aghast. “Why haven’t you fucked that nice himbo? He’s clearly gagging for it - he couldn’t stop staring at your arse in those jeans.”

“Is he a himbo?” Ramesh says. He pulls out a pen and starts to doodle a triple Venn diagram on a napkin. “He seemed like more of a twunk to me. And he’s got a great bear belly.”

“Ladies,” Emma says, her hands fluttering in mock-distress, “please don’t objectify that sweet boy before Baz gets to objectify him. Baz will eat his fill of the man-meat and then give us a report.”

(Please put in the comments/tags if you think Simon Snow is a twunk, a himbo, or something else delightful. 🤣)

Hello tags and tagbacks: @whogaveyoupermission, @cutestkilla, @facewithoutheart, @captain-aralias, @fatalfangirl, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @whogaveyoupermission (THE EDGING CONTINUES), @raenestee, @ileadacharmedlife, @shrekgogurt, @hushed-chorus, @shemakesmeforget, @theimpossibledemon, @imagineacoolusername

More about the hiatus for My Good Egg:

(Warning for some hard stuff, Big Feelings, trauma recovery. Feel free to skip and just bask in Ides of March posts instead!)

Okay, so introspective life/writing blather here... I keep meaning to write a post, at some point, about some of the best practices that I follow when I am writing about material that is heavy, like in Baker boxer teacher grief or the Rosethorn girl universe.

A lot of stuff that works for me is probably self-evident: go slow, be gentle, ground yourself, talk to safe people, have a release valve, be able to walk away, offer yourself a lot of self-care and self-compassion, take care of the soft animal of your body. And don't feel like you have to put everything in - some of what you can write can just be for you, and it can be enough to have written it, and not include it in the finished product.

I honestly didn't expect Good morning, good night, good morning to get me where I live. It is, as I've always maintained, a dumb horny rom com (that somehow developed a plot and backstory and plot TWISTS and OCs but ANYWAY). But there was a line in Chapter 3 that kept rattling around in me:

“You were a kid,” Simon says, his voice low and angry. “You were just a kid.”

This is not the first time I've been triggered by own fic (and probably won't be the last, LOL!), but this one did me a doozy. I've had to take a few steps back, and just focus on recovering from trauma that's been reactivated in my body. It is wild what the body remembers, and how it holds onto pain.

(There is, at the same time, other stuff happening with my family with grief and estrangement and just a whole mischegoss of hard feelings, so that adds another element into the mix.)

To circle back round to My Good Egg: I'm putting it to the side for now while I tend to my health and just recovering from the past few weeks. It's funny - I don't think it's a particularly angsty story or one that does a super deep dive into trauma, but I need to take some pieces off my plate right now, and this fic is one of them.

I will always keep writing - the WIP game has been a delightful brain refresher, and I have a very fun Six Sentence Sunday post that I'm already excited to share. But for now, My Good Egg is gonna have a li'l nap. When I come back to it, I think I'll switch over to writing the second draft in its entirety, and then posting the chapters weekly, whenever that happens. I'm not putting a timeline on it right now.

Anyway, thanks for coming to my TED talk making your way through this personal essay, if you've gotten this far. I am continually blown away and delighted by everyone who engages with the fic, and I am so excited to serve you up some treats in the future.

To end on a lighter note, here is an exchange with my spouse, the inestimable EarlobeGreyTea who continues to offer thoughtful and nuanced feedback on this fic, Exhibit A:

EarlobeGreyTea: Did they fuck in this chapter?

Me: No Me: And they didn't fuck in the previous chapter Me: It's the EROTIC Grope Fest. It doesn't have to have explicit sex (yet) EarlobeGreyTea: Yeah, I guess it isn't the Sloppy Fuck Fest

Love you all. ❤️❤️❤️

#WIP Wednesday #My Good Egg #good morning good night good morning #life and writing #long boi #big mood #my fic tag

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mareenavee · 1 year

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Congratulations! You've been given the opportunity to create a brand new NPC for vanilla Skyrim, completely with vanilla bugs.

Who would this person be? How did they get to Skyrim? What are some funny things they might say in passing? Would they be a follower -- and if so, how would they fight? If not, why? and are they safe? Feel free to elaborate and answer unasked questions about this critter. (: This can be related to your fic(s) and/or existing OCs or completely separate just for fun.

Tagged by the most esteemed @paraparadigm except not really, it was an Ask I sent her for funsies (read her amazing answer here!) and she turned it into a tag game lol

So without further ado, I am pleased to introduce you to...

Oft-Forgotten, Argonian sneak thief. Or, would be, really, if he was any good at sneaking or thieving. He uses a two-handed war hammer, which, in hindsight, is the perfect weapon for sneak attacks, come to think of it.

He's a nice green lizard man. Generally cool and collected. Tries to befriend everyone around him, but bless his heart, when he tries to talk to others he accidentally steals things off their counters every single time. In full view. He can't really help it. In this way, every Hold has bounties in the books for him for petty theft and/or destruction of property. The guards kind of recognize him, but can't be too sure. They say "Hey, I know you?" and then when Oft tries to pay his fines, they just say "Hmm? Need something?" and so, the crimes just kind of linger, unresolved.

He'll follow you, too, if you ask, but has a tendency to wander off. Sometimes he complains about how gross caves and/or Nordic ruins are in broad daylight in the middle of the street. Maybe he has unresolved trauma regarding things like this -- it's hard to say. When you ask him, he's often prone to get caught up in your hit box, fall over and drag unceremoniously behind you by some kind of odd force you can't quite explain. Almost as if stuck to your shoe. He recovers upon fast travel.

Oh and don't get me started on Giants. He's prone to trying to befriend them, too, but considering he sort of always brandishes his war hammer no matter where he's walking, they...take him as a bit of a threat. How he's survived blows from Giants that launch him so far up in the sky it's hard to say when he'll be back down is beyond you, but he gets up, brushes it off, and rushes off to continue adventuring, no harm done. He must have the favor of some Gods, or is exceedingly well preserved by the Hist. You're not exactly sure how that works, anyway.

He's not one for walking off the beaten path, though. You once climbed to the Throat of the World, assuming your friend was behind you the whole way, only to find he'd disappeared at some unknown point. Choosing not to reload your save to when you last remembered him being there -- for some strange reason, you can't remember how long ago that was, really -- you trek all the way back down to Ivarstead and find him under the bridge in the river, face crushed to the bricks. You try to talk to him, but somehow he warps through the solid structure until you can only see some nostrils and the edge of a horn. This, too, resolves with fast travel.

Regardless of his...weirdness, at least you can rely on him for good conversation. You think. You're not really sure. Every time you try and recall a detail he's said, the only thing you can remember is battle cries, and those comments about caves and ruins. You turn around, recalling this and find he's gone again. Maybe he actually is a good sneak thief and you've just forgotten.

~*~

Since Para made this a tag game, let's tag @changelingsandothernonsense again (: And @friend-of-giants as well! And for some writing practice, why not @thattalviel, and @orfeoarte? I'd love to hear from @airiat, @saltymaplesyrup, @elfinismsarts, @goddess-of-sorrow and @thequeenofthewinter too! And as always, if you're up for it, @the-storytellers-seer!

Also honorary tagging anyone else who wants to try this!

Feel free to make these NPCs as serious or as silly as you want! Para and I are just, apparently, in a mood today lol

#Bug or Feature? Yes #this is based on my sibling's most recent play through of Skyrim #Skyrim Shenanigans #AskMareena #Tag Game #MareenaWrites #Skyrim #Elder Scrolls #tesblr

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leviachansbaka · 2 years

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Brothers react to a sedentary reader wanting to change

Please, don't think I'm calling someone out on this. I wrote this mainly for myself.

↬ Lucifer

• Lucifer doesn't say much once you tell him you've been interested in working out and because of that, it's easy to think he doesn't care... He does care though, it's just gonna take a while to notice.

• Somehow, you frequently run into him when going for a walk. He always says he's busy working on some projects for the student council or running errands, slowing down his pace to talk to you.

• Once he finds some free time, he invites you to go jogging with him. Lucifer calmly explains how to keep your breath and posture while running if you ask for help. And if you behave well, maybe he'll also invite you to take a bath with him after running so much...

• If you're into dancing to sensual songs, Lucifer will surprise you when suggesting to dance tango with him. He holds you close, whispering instructions and other sweet things into your ears. When asked why he dances so well, he blames it all on Diavolo.

↬ Mammon

• Mammon is excited to hear that, now he finally has an excuse to buy cute sportswear for you! At first, he thought it was a great idea until he realizes his brothers might see you wearing it as well... So he makes you promise to only wear it when you're working out with him and only him! Not that he's jealous though.

• He convinces you to dance to energetic songs with him, trying to act like an excited instructor and showing off his body or some cool dance moves every time he has the chance. He wants to make you fall hard for him!

• If you ask him to help you with a certain dance or workout, Mammon will use this as an opportunity to get touchy with you. But he'll easily let you go if someone enters the room, saying that nothing is going on between you two.

• He finds your sweating/blushing self beautiful so there's no need to feel self-conscious about that... And it doesn't matter if you're going for a walk or hitting the gym, Mammon is coming with you anyways. He will act like your guard dog if anyone tries to hit on you.

↬ Leviathan

• What are you? Some normie?! Levi is shocked to hear that coming from your lips! Now he can't stop imaging you and Beel working out every day, leaving him all alone. "Oh no, what if they're into strong guys?!", Leviathan's mind is running with worries... He's afraid that if he doesn't step up his game, he'll be forgotten.

• Levi invites you to work out with him. Maybe you guys can dance to some of his favorite songs, play Wii Sports, or even try doing some indoor activities. You can help keep each other motivated!

• When it comes to dancing, Levi is obsessed with getting the choreographies right. He's inside his own world and he's happy to share it with you! He goes crazy when you rock a specific choreography but if you fail, he may go a little bit hard on you...

• Levi's stamina is not the best when it comes to doing exercises. He sweats a lot and if you're both running, he's always out of breath. He asks for kisses as a reward after completing activities that are out of his comfort zone. And when asking him for help with a certain workout or dance, he'll turn into a blushing mess if it's necessary to touch your body.

↬ Satan

• Satan is happy to see you're interested in pursuing a healthier lifestyle after reading about how health is important for humans in a book. So he'll try to be a supportive boyfriend in the best way he can!

• He invites you to go on dates that include small outdoor activities. Such as going on a short hike to take a look at beautiful landscapes, walking around town in the search for cats, running a bit through the park, and holding a small picnic afterward, and the list goes on...

• If you're interested in working out, he does help you through. He's just not very used to exercising and would rather read some books instead... So you'll have to be clear with whatever you need help with since he's lost when it comes to certain activities. And if you ever want him to do some intense workouts with you, you'll need to get yourself some cat ears first...

• Satan may be a good partner to dance with at a ball, but if you're into dancing to energetic songs, he will struggle a little when trying to follow your steps. So please, be patient with him.

↬ Asmodeus

• Asmo believes you both need to look your best while sweating, so he goes window shopping with you to get some (sexy) sportswear! If you're not into that, you can just be honest with him. Asmo thinks you look beautiful wearing anything, he just wants to buy pretty clothes and spoil you a little.

• Asmo is not interested in building muscles at all and because of that, he'll suggest doing exercises that help tone up the body, and also some stretching and yoga sessions. He's looking forward to doing yoga with you since he plans to use it as an excuse to get closer... But he's quite sedentary, and none of you know what you're doing. You both spend a long time on Deviltube watching tutorials...

• After getting a good grasp of the exercises, you and Asmo manage to follow through, helping each other when needed. He does try to put his hands on you as much as possible though, even if it's not necessary.

• Asmo is great at dancing so if you're into that, he'll be happy to dance with you! And after exercising, he always asks if you want a massage or begs you to massage and caress him. He has worked hard and wants a reward!

↬ Beelzebub

• After telling Beel you've been interested in becoming more active, he invites you to work out with him. He's very happy to have you as his partner! At first, everything seems great, until you notice Beel can go a little bit too overboard with his routine...

• He wakes you up early every day to go jogging with him. He's very caring though, helping you with stretching before running and stopping every time you've run for a certain amount of time, but he wants to see you pushing yourself to your limits and becoming strong with him.

• When exercising, he gives you advice on areas where you seem to need to work on, if there's a certain exercise you're not doing right because of things such as posture and suggests activities you both can do together.

• After exercising so much, he always invites you to go eat something with him and tries bringing you to his favorite places, or just new places in general. Beel loves having you as his company even if you're not that great with sports and such... He also loves sharing food with you and seeing you smile as you eat, even if it's his favorite dish, thinking you always look great.

↬ Belphergor

• Exercising? With Belphie? I'm sorry, but if you ever invite him to work out with you, his first reaction is to laugh. You gotta be joking with him!

• Belphie stops laughing once he realizes you're serious. But he's the Avatar of Sloth, there's no way you'll manage to make him abandon his sedentary lifestyle, not even Beel was able to do that... He tries to make you give up on the idea. Why bother exercising when you can cuddle and take naps with him? Doesn't that seem way better?

• Seeing you determined to be more active makes Belphie feel challenged, he's gonna try tempting you into giving up... Or at least he was gonna try doing that since he's a demon and that's supposed to be his job... But he's so in love with you (and also too lazy to do it), that he wants to see you happy and achieving your goals.

• He's not gonna work out with you, but he's always gonna offer you a massage, invite you to cuddle or take a nap with him after your exercises. And he's always looking forward to it...

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me beelzebub #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me headcanons #my writing

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One last time

Summary: Life gives you a lot, but you should never forget that it can take back everything in a second.

Warnings: This is very angsty. It mentions accidents, and suicide. These are not subjects to be taken lightly, and if it triggers you please do not read.

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: Somehow, I disappear during two years and come back with angst. If this doesn't show how the last two years have been for me, I don't know what will. But I am glad to say that I finally feel good again, and that's how I was able to write this. I must say, it is definitely not my best work but I kind of like it anyway. I am always open to criticism and comments so please feel free if there is anything wrong with this. Anyways, enough chit chat, thank you if you've read all that!

“Jimin, catch me!” you yelled as you jumped from the swing you were sitting on.

As always, Jimin caught you mid-air, always the strong, reliable pair of arms you needed and felt comfortable in. You laughed loudly, happy and in love. He kissed your face, showing you the love he had for you. Life had never been better.

But things never last. One day, you are happy and in love. The next, everything is taken from you.

The call came when you were playing piano. The soft music coming from the cords of the instrument interrupted by the shrill ringing of your cellphone. You could never have expected the reason of the call.

“There was an accident,” the doctor said. “We did everything we could, but Park Jimin was gone before he even arrived here. I am deeply sorry.”

The next steps passed in a blur. Living so far away from Jimin’s family, you were the one who took care of everything. Went and recognized him. Organized the funerals. His parents were there the next day, but they were devastated. You never expect your child to be gone before you. You put on a strong face and did all the administrative papers you had to.

Within a week, Jimin was buried in the nearest cemetery and gone for good.

You kept your strong face. It was holding you together. You didn’t cry in front of anyone, kept smiling, went to work. You didn’t want anyone to see how you were truly crumbling to pieces. Didn’t want to admit your sadness because then you would have to admit that it was it. Jimin was dead.

So, you kept going on. Got up in the morning, put on one of Jimin’s sweaters, used his perfume, talked to the shape of him during breakfast, went to work, came back, and bundled on the coach with his blanket. The one he used because you were never good at sharing a blanket, unless you were lying directly on top of him. Ate diner, then went to bed. Your eyes always avoided your ex-dear piano, the sight of it giving you instant nausea now, and that was the only thing you allowed to change in your life. You just tried to install a routine which you kept to religiously. Play and repeat. It wasn’t that hard once you let autopilot drive your life.

“Are you okay?” Jisoo, your best friend once asked. You scoffed.

“Yeah sure, why wouldn’t I be?” you answered as if her question had been absurd. She didn’t answer, because you made her feel like yeah, her question was stupid.

She dropped the subject, and no one asked you if you were fine again. You were glad because you didn’t know how many times you could lie on the subject.

One day, getting home from work, Jimin was sitting at the table waiting for you. You couldn’t believe your eyes, so you ran over to him, but you couldn’t touch him. When he saw your desperate expression, he told you that he was here by heart to support you, but you couldn’t touch each other anymore.

“That’ll be enough for me, just having you here,” you told him, and he gave you a soft smile, those that feel like a caress to the soul. You instantly felt better.

After this first time, you saw him all the time. He never came to work with you, but he was there when you woke up in the morning, when you came back from work, and when you fell asleep.

He talked to you like he had always done, cracking up jokes because he had always been such a funny man, it was part of the reason you fell in love with him all those years ago, in high school. And so you laughed together. You told him about your worries, and he listened as always, only giving his opinion when you asked for it.

One Sunday, you were telling him about this funny thing which happened recently at work when Jisoo came by. Jimin didn’t leave immediately when the doorbell rang, but when you came back from opening the front door, he wasn’t at the kitchen table where you had left him seconds ago.

“Who were you talking to?,” your friend asked. “I heard you laughing from outside. Thought I might have been interrupting something?”

“Oh, no you weren’t hmm,” you contemplated whether you should tell her about Jimin’s presence. He appeared behind Jisoo, shaking his head. You looked at him intently and nodded.

“What-“ Jisoo said, looking behind her shoulder to the imaginary point you were staring at. “What are you looking at?” she wondered, turning around to look at you.

You refocused on her. “Nothing,” you answered, but you couldn’t help looking at Jimin. He told you how unconvincing you sounded and made a face. You giggled at his mimics.

“Clearly there is something, Y/N,” she said, her tone growing increasingly worried. Jimin made a joke about Jisoo always believing she was Sherlock Holmes, and you laughed. “You are worrying me,” Jisoo looked over her shoulder once more, just in case she missed something, but there was absolutely nothing.

“It’s just Jimin and his jokes you know,” the sentence was out before you could think better of it.

“Jimin?,” Jisoo sounded surprised, and she frowned. “Are you- Do you see Jimin right now, Y/N?,” she asked, and now the worry was deep, it sounded too serious. You didn’t like the sound of it.

“It’s just- I think you should go, Jisoo. I am tired, it’s been a long week.”

“Y/N, Jimin’s been gone for five months now,” you definitely didn’t need the reminder. You clenched your fists and frowned. “We don’t see you anymore, all you do is work and sleep. We should go out to the movies or something, like we used to on Sundays!”

“Look Jisoo,” you started, gritting your teeth. “I appreciate the effort, but I really am tired. You should go. We will do this some other time.”

You knew how hostile you sounded and looked, if only by the intimidated look your best friend sported in her eyes. Never had you scared her before.

She left, but you knew that it was far from the end of it. And you were right, because only a few days later she came back. She came with the excuse of wanting teatime together, but you knew the real reason. She told you how she thought you should seek professional help. How you should not see or hear Jimin. How Jimin was dead, and life had to keep going on without him.

But she was wrong. Jimin was right there, and there were no reasons to change life as it was. Sure, not being able to touch him wasn’t ideal. But he was right there and it was enough. You told her so, but apparently it was the wrong thing to say. Instead of appeasing her the way it did for you, it made her concern grow stronger and stronger.

Until one day, you ended up in front of a psychiatrist. “These pills should help the hallucinations disappear,” the doctor said.

“But I don’t want them to,” you fought not to cry. “I want him to stay.”

“I understand the strong attachment you felt to your partner, Miss Y/L/N, but it is time to come to terms with his death and accept your grief.”

When you got home, you told Jimin everything about your doctor appointment, and how they wanted to separate you once again. He told you to not let them, and you agreed of course.

Half of your night was spent thinking over your different options to stay with Jimin. It was around 4 AM that the most obvious one stroke you.

You got up from bed, put on the first clothes lying around, and went to work.

Living in a bustling city like Seoul, you had the luck to work in a 45 stories skyscraper. The good thing about a city that never sleeps, is that you can come to work at any time. Going to your desk, you wrote a letter, that you left there before going to the rooftop.

The chilly wind that met you once you opened the door to the outside slapped your cheeks, and while you had never been too fond of the cold, you find you appreciate the sensation, for once. Like a sweet encouragement from nature. You don’t feel cold, you feel alive. The walk over to the edge of the roof seems unending, your feet getting heavier each step that brings you closer to your goal. Once you reach it, you can’t help but snort at the fact that you had always had a fear of heights, but not this time. No, this time you enjoy the beauty of the city spread at your feet, enjoy how light you suddenly are.

Back to the void, you softly say “Jimin, catch me,” before letting go.

“Mom, Dad, Jisoo,

There are no easy ways to write such a letter. I wish I could say that I am sorry, but I am not. Life here was just not worth a shot without Jimin around. That is not to say that you guys were not enough, I am so grateful to have been part of your lives, to have been someone you cared for so dearly.

But without him next to me, I just can’t do it.

I tried so hard to keep going, to pretend like nothing was wrong. But it was too hard, in the end.

I write this letter to tell you guys how much I love you. You were so good to me in this life. Let’s meet in the next one too, and live more adventures together.

Thank you for everything. Please, don’t be sad. I will be in peace, with the love of my life.

See you, but not too soon. I love you so much.

Y/N”

#bts #fanfic #bts fanfic #park jimin #jimin fanfic #angst fanfic #park jimin fanfic #jimin fanfic angst #bts fanfic angst #bts one shot #bts jimin #bts jimin fanfic #unbetaed sorry

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hi apparently i have a lot to say to you here goes yolo

i have watched chair car adventure like ngl 8 times in the past 2 days since i found it. it is absolutely one of the best videos i've watched in my life and i wish i had more people to send it to. your captions amplify the experience tenfold.

i read the attendant's wiki the day after i discovered chair car adventure cuz they were in my head (naturally) and as i was reading the appearance section i was like "i bet one million dollars the person who captioned that video rewrote this whole wiki page" and i was right (you've done a great thing).

also actually thanks for all your au stuff cuz i have a pretty ambitious au tucked right into my brain that i'm still sorting out and it's a struggle sometimes but seeing your stuff legit inspires me like Yeah i can do this. i think making aus of media you like is one of the bestest funnest things so thanks for making your stuff cuz 1 it's really cool i love seeing what people make 2 it helps me make stuff i also love

ok thanks for reading (?) sorry if this is strange

hhii.. hii hi i read this half asleep and teared up and i dreamt that i answered it but halfway through the day i realized i dindt so i have to go sob over my keyboard again. TAKE TWO !!!!

PLEASE !! PLEASE SAY SO MANNY THINGS theres not a lot of talking here i have to do ALL OF IT !!! <- naturally won’t shut up I LOVED READING IT I LOVED ALL OF IT it’s not strange i’d literally do the same thing 🤝🤝🤝💥💥💥 im soso happy i bagged TWO people into watching cca yeah whoo yeah WAHOO two more chair car adventurers i feel so fuzzy you say you watched it that many times

AND THE WIKI !!! i feel a bit dumb i spent a whole night editing it and another three days gathering images and annoying the admins editing it every three seconds because i made 10000000 typos . all this because of mega neurodivergency im a whole package . you should’ve gotten it from the image previews im proud of my selection ALSO REMINDED ME I HAVE TO UPDATE IT TO ADD BAPESTA IN THE TRIVIA 💥💥💥💥 ive had a handful of people saying nice things about my edits on their wiki page im so happy it looks like a lot of love and care was put into it because it’s TRUE !!!

and LET ME SEE !!! i wannt to see too your au i mean ohh i don’t know how im inspiration all i can say is youre so mad of your living environment you turn the soil over yourself and dig a lake from a puddle and a mineshaft from a hole in the dirt ALL BY YOURSELF !! because of all that love that lasted /looks at calendar/ two years and going <- yeah no im not motivated entirely by spite it gets incredibly tiring most of the time so don’t forget to convert it to love in the process of making use of said energy it’s soso much better that way. I HOPE YOUR AU REALLY DOES GO WELL no matter how ambitious <- is making another needlessly detailed and complicated au but will always ultimately go back to gsa sl au because there’s so much nooks and crannies to polish and new things to add and go back to the conspiracy board to pin another polaroid and newspaper clipping and tie red string to it which is basically me formatting my spreadsheets and making a spreadsheet of spreadsheets and

it’s really all about love and a squirrel piloting your brain (neurodivergency) i hope it doesn’t eat you up inside that you don’t accidentally put a black stain on it somehow and if you do just wipe it off gently with bleach free detergent or you’ll burn right through it <- making more bullshit analogies but they’re genuine about it if it even makes sense at all

ANND andd thank you again it’s really not strange at all in fact i think im a bit more strange <- I WIN !!! ‘there’s no competition go to bed’ aauugghh anyway i hope you have a nice day anon and things go well for you and thank you again again

#assk #anon #💌#// UNDER THE CUT because i WONT shut up #// i get stuff like this and then i wish we could hold hands and go out and get ice cream together for real thank you again anon #// it helps to have a few friends in on your shenanigans and enable you to make the dumbest shit it's just so vital you know

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