#fable answers

[sokka-with-his-hair-down]

You're the latest victim of the Minecraft playthroughs they're gonna come for all of y'all 😭

THEY GOT ME?!?! NOOOO 😭😭

I’m assuming it’s on TikTok or smth? I’m not surprised honestly; I do make the type of posts they’d use for those videos 💀 I appreciate you telling me lol I’m kind of inclined to find it now

#bro😭 that’s kind of funny but like. WHY #no one is safe from the AI narration Minecraft playthroughs😞😞 #fable answers #l’oreal sokka answers #atla #avatar the last airbender

[queerfables]

What makes GO’s version of Sodom and Gomorrah extra heartbreaking is that it’s so clear Sandalphon lied in his report — and that perhaps, for once, Aziraphale was the one trying to do the job properly.

Because in the biblical story, before the angels go down there, God promises Abraham that the city won’t be destroyed if God can find at least 10 righteous men. Just 10.

Do we really think there weren’t even ten?

Did Sandalphon even look?

Or did he just say “we did not find even ten righteous men”, secure in the knowledge that was technically the truth? Like Crowley says, everyone stretches the truth in their reports to head office. A&C do it to be lazy. Sandalphon wants to smite.

I've thought about this too, because like. Okay God promises Abraham that he won't destroy the city if ten righteous men can be found. But also, the crowd that shows up at Lot's door? That's every man in Sodom. That's what the Bible says. Taken literally, maybe there really weren't even ten righteous men? But on the other hand, the story is rather quiet on the subject of righteous women and righteous children. I think it could be literally true and still a case of Sandalphon obeying the letter rather than the spirit of the order.

#good omens #good omens meta #fable talks good omens #anon ask #fable answers

[cannibal-stag]

Is ur username referencing hazbin hotel or hannibal?

hannibal; this is a hannibal blog :)

#fable answers #txt

[strangefable]

tagged by @poetikat, @detectivelokis, @direwombat, @socially-awkward-skeleton, and @thomrainer for this one, thank you all! <3

three ships: not including my own, and also don't want to single out friends/mutuals, (sorry!) instead canon ships i'm into lately: hawk and thrush (hzd/hfw), caitvi (arcane), jacob/joey (fc5)

first ship: i genuinely don't remember, possibly rob and laura petrie, or deanna and riker, or maybe jo and laurie

currently consuming: big red (don't judge me it's my one soda every few months)

currently watching: mostly youtube tbh, but also all of us are dead, daybreak, and derry girls

last movie: the rental, and i'm slowly watching the new del toro pinocchio (i am weird about stop motion, don't ask)

last song: hurt - johnny cash, been listening to my micah playlist today

currently reading: my notifications so i can try to catch up on what all my mutuals have been sharing recently; working on blocking out some fic reading time in the near future. also my own writing so i can answer the roses i got yesterday (i'm crying over the asks, y'all thank you)

currently craving: some self-discipline and focus. or some ice cream

passing tags along (but only if you'd like to): @inafieldofdaisies, @passinoutpieces, @gayafsatan, @kittiofdoom, @roofgeese, @poisonedtruth, @meg-noel-art, @sukoshimikan, @clonesupport, @g0thiclem0nade, @the-halo-of-my-memory, @theartofblossoming, @somethingclich8, and anyone else who'd like to, feel free to say i tagged you <3 <3

#tag game #fable answers #idk what else to tag my brain is cheese tonight

[canisalbus]

Out of the blue, but every so often I remember I started following you shortly after you drew an image with Vasco. I had recently read about Machete and was aware he'd eventually would be murdered. I don't know how, or why but I believed for a pretty short time Vasco was behind that 😭 or would be the one to lay the final blow

This was before it developed into this adorable gay dogs but the thought of Vasco being the one backstabbing Machete has been hunting me ever since

anyways this is to say I'm pretty happy with how Vasco and Machete's relationship is in reality

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#the fabled evil Vasco! #wouldn't that be a twist #do you want him to suffer or do you want him to Suffer™ #people still occasionally have this misconception that one will eventually kill the other #I don't know where that comes from but it's never been in the cards #I don't want them to be responsible for each other's deaths directly or indirectly #I think that would be just cruel in a disappointing way #answered #anonymous

[motheatencrow]

vi bugfable

girl of all time

#bug fables #bug fables fanart #moth answers #Anonymous #moth scribbles .png

[burnt-outtransgender]

What if the wack is Icarus, not Quixis

Hear me out:

When Icarus burned the Ominous banners, it reminded them of Ominous bane, making the banners appear.

When they apologized to Rae, orchids appeared, the symbol of their connection.

Icarus can’t do what Fable does because they don’t have control of their powers.

In Sherb’s CMV “gold”, Quixis takes their hands away from the colorful wall and suddenly Icarus falls out of the sky with their wings changing.

I think Quixis is holding back Icarus’s powers until they figure out how to use them properly and/or so Fable can’t weaponize Icarus or so they don’t hurt themselves. (Maybe because that’s what Quixis wished someone did for them)

#should I be given access to Tumblr late at night? #the answer: no #fable smp #fsmp theory #fsmpblr #icarus morningstar #quixis #this has been floating around my head for SO long

[spid3r-trans]

drabble request u say??? mayhaps a punkflower cuddle sesh??

If it was strange for four people to have the same love language, Miles and his friends were complete anomalies. They’re always touching in some way— secret handshakes, hugs, entwined fingers, or sitting side-by-side like he and Hobie are now. So Miles doesn’t really think much of it when Hobie swings his legs up over his own.

They’re watching some movie, or rather, a movie is playing while Miles tries to beat his high score on subway surfer and Hobie takes intermittent naps. Miles thinks Hobie is just stretching out, that he’ll settle back down into a comfortable position and drift off again like he has many times before— but Hobie isn’t so easily appeased.

Hobie stretches out again, lifting his legs and then dropping them back down on Miles’—waiting for a reaction. When he doesn’t get one he huffs, flipping himself over and reangling his long limbs until his head is in Miles’ lap, watching him tap away at his phone.

Hobie can’t see the amused smile that works its way onto Miles’ face.

After a few more moments of silence, Hobie makes a noise of discontent. He’s bored and tired and tired of being ignored, although he would never beg for attention (no matter how badly he wants it). Instead, he slips his hand up into Miles’, effectively forcing him drop his phone.

“Hey-“ Miles’ starts to protest, although he doesn’t put up much of a fight when Hobie’s fingers interlock with his and he readjusts again. Hobie joins him on the L-sectional, forcing himself between Miles and the arm of the couch, tucking himself in the gap like it was made for him. He’s much more content now that he’s a tangled mess around Miles, letting out an exaggerated sigh as he closes his eyes again.

Miles isn’t one to deny him this, equally content as he relaxes back into the cushions.

Illuminated by the blue light of the TV, the two boys fall asleep in each others arms— lulled to sleep by the soft sound of the other’s heartbeat.

#fens fables #hobie sleeping wherever he wants 🤝🏾 my cat #anyway i hope this is at least kind of what u were hoping for ! #atsv #flowerpunk #punkflower #i don’t know which is right and i refuse to learn #i’m running off of 4 hours of sleep and thoughts and prayers so if this is bad lol?? whoops ig #fen answers #fens fics

[telemna-hyelle]

What the heck, I’m drawing legend and fable? Wow I haven’t done that in a very long time haha /sarc

HEH

this is very funny to me because I say fiddlesticks all the time

#you ask tellie answers #isa my beloved #legend/fable #fable/legend #isa comes to my rescue once again #linked universe #lu legend #lu fable

[connorsnothereeither]

At request of the Cantripped cast: All of my characters but listed as which adaptation of Batman they are akgsksgsksg

Ulysses - Iain Glenn “Titans (2018-2023)”

Virgil - Robert Pattinson “The Batman (2022)”

Dan Thorns - Kevin Conroy “Arkham Series (2009-2015)”

Leopold - Kevin Conroy “Batman: The Animated Series (1992-1995)”

#the real answer is all of them are Robert Pattinson Batman #because he’s the only one who can embody the level of weird loserboy weirdo that apparently all my characters have #cantripped #cantripped podcast #cantripped dan thorns #fablesmp ulysses #bound smp #fable smp #bound smp virgil #skybound smp #terramortis leopold #terramortis smp #terramortis

[sokka-with-his-hair-down]

I just saw one of your posts from here on tik tok. It had one of those AI text-to-speech voiceovers and a Minecraft play through in the background 😭

hiii, sorry i'm seeing this late! haha yeah i heard about that a little while ago and found the tiktok LMAO. never thought i'd see the day where i made it onto one of those accounts.

on one hand, that user never claimed credit and they kept my url in which is good, but on the other hand, i'll admit it does get on my nerves a teensy bit bc it got an obscene number of views/likes/general engagement for that user when. i literally wrote it. but i'm sure that's not an uncommon sentiment amongst other tumblr users who have had their posts taken lol. anyway thank you for the ask!!

#l'oreal sokka answers #fable answers #atla #avatar the last airbender #ask

[queerfables]

I LOVE picking at Christianity (my major is Abrahamic Religions lmao), but in a Good Omens context I always feel the need to point out that Neil and Terry had "no horse in this race" either- the condemning of homosexuality thing is a uniquely Christian interpretation, and Good Omens is a satire of Christianity written by an atheist and a Jewish person. There's another part of the book where Aziraphale criticizes Christianity as a whole for the commercialization of religion. So given the repeated emphasis on Aziraphale's association with queerness, and that GO doesn't shy away from critiquing religion, maybe we are meant to take this one at face Christian value. Especially considering that Sandalphon becomes outright violent with Aziraphale. The scene in the book where Aziraphale brings THIS up as an example of Heaven's cruelty, not Job or the Flood, and they sit in tense, solemn silence for a minute can be reinterpreted in the show as the 1967 scene, where Aziraphale gives Crowley a suicide pill the same year that sodomy became decriminalized in the UK. The constant theme of them being fearful of getting caught and Crowley mentioning having to pretend they're not a couple. You're right about Sodom and Gomorrah- but I think it's intended to be a homophobia thing, here.

Hmm, this is a complicated one because like - I do think that on some level, themes are more important than facts in the way Good Omens approaches Christianity. But also, Neil Gaiman has read the Bible. And I just don't see any way that you can read the story of Sodom and Gomorrah and think that a queer person would identify themselves with the rapists who died there.

There are stories where queer people are villainised but in a queer reading remain sympathetic, and it turns their fate into a tragedy. This really isn't one of them. It isn't even about queer people. The sexual acts threatened are all about cruelty and power.

In my opinion, the right wing Christian understanding of Sodom and Gomorrah is damaging to the queer community precisely because it characterises violent gang rape as a reasonable commentary on queer relationships. I don't know if you can take the story at face Christian value and still effectively satirise Christian homophobia. That said, and probably this is what you mean, I do think you can rewrite the destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah to be about unjust punishment for queer love if you reframe the story that appears in the Bible as outrageous propaganda that's covering up something else.

My favourite version of this is one that totally doubles down on that horror of getting caught that you're talking about. This isn't what I think Neil would do with the story if he ever revisited it in depth, and it's soooo fucking tragic, but it would add so much baggage to Crowley and Aziraphale's dynamic that I can't help spinning it around in my mind like a pinwheel.

Like, ok, I know it's early, so early in their 6000 year situationship, but what if there was something between Crowley and Aziraphale, even then? I mean, what if something happened between them? And what if, that night in Sodom, Sandalphon found out?

It's a nightmare thought. It makes me feel sick to even contemplate. Knowing how the story ends - for Sodom and Gomorrah, for Crowley and Aziraphale - it's impossible not to see the consequences spiralling out from this mistake.

Sandalphon knows. Every interaction with him from then on becomes fraught with the secret he's holding over Aziraphale. Even if Sandalphon likes the prolonged fear and leverage he gets out of keeping this to himself more than the sadistic joy of outing Aziraphale, Aziraphale's fate is still in the hands of someone who despises him. He's never going to feel safe again.

Sodom and Gomorrah are razed to the ground. In the story's telling, the people who died are transformed into monsters, even though their only sin was shielding a demon who dared to know an angel.

(And Crowley tries, for them. He refuses their shelter. He tells them to believe whatever they hear about him. He flees into the night and hopes that when Sandalphon catches up he'll be far enough from the city to make a difference. But they know Crowley, round these parts. They know men like Sandalphon, too. When Sandalphon questions them on where Crowley is, not a single person will talk.

Aziraphale tries, too. Before he ran, Crowley took all the blame onto himself, taunting Sandalphon as though he'd forced himself on Aziraphale, a last desperate bid to protect him. But Aziraphale sees the holy fury in Sandalphon's eyes as he presses the people for answers, and he can't let anyone else suffer for him. He tells Sandalphon the truth. He begs Sandalphon to spare the city. And when Sandalphon looks at him with calm contempt and doesn't say a single word, Aziraphale realises he already knew.

Sodom and Gomorrah are razed to the ground, and Crowley and Aziraphale watch them burn. Crowley is Lot's wife, looking back on the destruction, and to be turned into a pillar of salt would be a kindness. Aziraphale is Lot's son-in-law, unable to get out, unable to believe it's happening until it's raining down around him.

The people of Sodom hold their ground. Sandalphon decides they're beyond saving. If they won't give Crowley up, they can burn for his crimes in his stead.)

It's their transgression but they aren't the ones paying the cost. And the cost is too fucking high. That's the whole story, right there. They are never going to talk about this. There isn't anything to say. For as long as they are an angel and a demon - for as long as they belong to Heaven and Hell - they are never going to touch each other again.

#good omens #good omens meta #good omens fic #ish?? type thing?? #fable talks good omens #fable answers #anon ask

[skyloftian-nutcase]

I think the reason Legend hides his heritage is up to interpretation, anywhere from him simply being illegitimate and not wanting to cause a fuss to having been hidden away for his own protection, to actively hiding from the Knights because of some secret law or soemthing that's says only princesses are allowed to be of Hylia's blood.

New theory, he hides his heritage because law dictates he has a giant party and entourage that has to go everywhere with him and “by the goddesses will you all stop following me with your trumpets and LET ME TRAVEL IN PEACE—”

Fable sends regular patrols to harass him if they can find him 👍🏻 he’s her long lost brother, she’s going to make up for lost time and annoy the heck out of him

#you ask skye answers #lovely anon #lu legend #lu fable

[strangefable]

5, 7, 11, 14, 19, 20, 22 and 23 for FC5! Give us the salt 👀

5. Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?*

hmm, no, but that's mostly because I don't read much beyond my mutual circle in far cry. however, some mutuals have shone some new light on certain things. Shipping with non-Seeds as a viable option (I know that sounds stupid but I blame John for taking a vice grip on my throat from the first time I played) and uh... shipping with Joe as something that's not completely vile. (i'm sorry, please don't hate me Joe lovers)

7. Is there anything you used to like but can’t stand now?*

Erm. New Dawn gave me complicated feelings about Sharky? Some of his ND dialogue is... uh... questionable for a guy who's now in his 50s. Honestly, even that's a stretch. For the most part, participating in the fandom has only widened my appreciation for the game and its characters.

11. Is there an unpopular character you like that the fandom doesn’t? Why?

Faith Seed, Grace Armstrong, Tracey Lader, Kim Rye, and Staci Pratt - fandom seems to throw them all under the bus or ignore them.

Faith seems to get killed off or pushed aside way too much. I think she's as interesting a villain as her 'brothers' and deserves to be seen as more of a threat. She's extremely dangerous and unrepentant about drugging a ton of people against their will until they're entirely lobotomized. I mean, that's some HARDCORE evil.

Grace, Tracey, and Kim... Well, they get ignored and I can take a wild guess at why. It's incredibly unfair because I think they're some of the most interesting Resistance characters.

For a game that's weak on how it treats women, there's several quality female characters that get totally ignored. (Joey, too, but because of one friend's ship, I get a lot of amazing writing for her.)

And Staci... well, that's Skelly's fault.

14. Unpopular opinion about your fandom?

Uhm, I'm not sure tbh. Maybe that I would be cool with not having the Drubman family around? Their quests and characters are... not my favorites.

Also, John's plane jacket is fucking stylish and awesome. Everyone is just jealous.

19. What is the one thing you hate most about your fandom?

that i am so late to the party? that there are so many talented people and I'm intimidated all the time? i... dunno that I actually *hate* anything? But again, I came really late, so I've not been around for any drama or anything.

20. What is the purest ship in the fandom?

Aw, bro, this fandom doesn't really do "pure" lmao. Hope County is a bleak, harsh hellscape. Buuuut, canon ships, I'd say Nick and Kim. (I am a Rye stan, sorry to everyone.) And fanon? 👀 Leah and Joey 👉👈

22. Popular character you hate?

🏃‍♀️💨 Oh geeeeeez, i'm gonna get in trouble for this one. Joseph Seed

23. Unpopular character you love?

I mean see #11 above. All of those definitely qualify. I love them all so much. I'm shoe-horning a bunch of lore and backstory into Lilith so I can play with some of them more. I also love Nick. Which is why he's in Micah's backstory.

#salty asks #fable rants and rambles #fable answers #thank you for asking! <3 #please don't anyone hate me for any of this #i love and respect you all and your opinions #my dislike of joe particularly #please don't hate me for that

[bokettochild]

For the febwhump:

Day 10 with little legend in ALTTP and killing a knight for the first time?

Okay, so Legend wasn't really talking (shock and grief do that, it's okay) so this is Fable's POV. I hope you enjoy it!

Rating: Teen

Wordcount: 4,985

Summary: Death is familiar to the little girl who will one day be queen. To the boy she had to ask to be her champion, not so much.

Zelda has never particularly thought about death before. 

Sure, mother and father were betrayed and killed by a dear friend, and she knows this, but it’s just as much a fact of life to her as the stones of the castle and the swords in the hands of her grandfather’s knights. Death exists and she’s seen it, seen public executions held for terrible criminals and traitors to the crown, but even to her tender years these things are simply part of life. The people who die are always faceless people who don’t matter anymore, and she’d never known her parents anyway, so why should she mourn for them? 

She’s heard the castle staff call her a ‘cold little thing’, but in a world where her destiny is to wait for the next escape of a demon she or her descendants must face, how can they blame her? Especially since most of the staff don’t seem to like her much anyway, or Grandfather. She gets the idea that the king of Hyrule isn’t liked at all by most people, but she doesn’t know why and she’s long since given up asking. The knights only assure her with their loyalty and the servants excuse themselves under the pretext of having chores to attend to. 

It’s alright, she doesn’t really care what they think. She doesn’t really care about them either. 

That is, until suddenly her maid is dead and she’s being hauled down to a dungeon by soldiers who now do not swear their allegiance with charming smiles, but who march, stone-faced, to lock her up, despite her demands to know what’s going on, what they think they’re doing, and what on earth is wrong with them. She can feel it, a heavy magic settled over them, and she doesn’t blame them for their actions, since she knows they aren’t in control, but that doesn’t make it any less terrifying when she’s tossed into the cold stone cell and left there, locked up like one of Grandfather’s prisoners. Calls into the darkness for answers go unheard, and as the night drags on, all she can do is wish, wish, wish for someone to please just answer, to get her out. 

Maybe the servants wouldn’t call her a cold little thing if they could see her curled up in her cell, pretty dress ruined and golden hair dirty, sobbing her eyes out into her skirts, but they aren’t here. She doesn’t even know if they’re alive. She doesn’t mourn them either, although there's some distant idea of sadness that their families might not see them again and that they don’t deserve to die just because of whatever it is that’s happening. Still, death isn’t a very present thought in her mind until at last, she manages to catch wind of what’s going on. 

Aganim, her father’s old friend and counselor, who’s been serving her grandfather for some time now, has betrayed them, has taken control of the minds of their knights, and now intends to re-open the Sacred Realm, which her ancestors sealed, in order to- like so many other foolish, foolish people- try and obtain the Triforce. To do it, he must first gain the power of the seven sages and the princess herself, and based on what little she knows of dark magic, she’s rather sure he’s not just going to ask them all nicely. 

She needs to get out, desperately. She needs to get out before Aganim uses her magic to open the way to the realm where Ganon is sealed! She needs to get out before he kills her, using her like an offering, just like what almost happened to the Spirit Maiden all those thousands of years ago! 

Her wishes and cries to the heavens grow more and more desperate. A call to anyone, just anyone, to please just come and help her! 

“Who's calling to me?” The answering voice startles her, makes her pull her head up and look around, trying to see the person speaking. The voice sounds almost like her own, but tired, so tired, and somewhat confused. 

She feels the same. She hasn’t been able to rest all day, attending to her studies, and now she’s spending the night in a dungeon, away from feathered pillows and heavy blankets and any small semblance of warmth. She wants out, but here, at last, someone’s heard her. 

“My name is Zelda,” she says back, wishes back. She doesn’t think there’s a person here with her, just a voice. 

She’s heard those favored by the Triforce can gain strange power, but being able to send and receive thoughts isn’t something she’d been counting on. Still, she’s not complaining, and she’s not going to question it either, just as long as she can get out of here and back to someplace safe.  

Oh heavens, is grandfather safe? Will Aganim do anything to him? He doesn’t have powers to use and he’s not much of a threat these days, not without anyone to back him up. Will the wizard maybe let her grandfather go? Just lock him up or hide him or not let him do anything? Is he under control of the wizard too, like the knights? 

“I’m Link,” the voice answers, still confused, still tired, still sounding too young to do her any good.  

She’s no adult herself, but everyone else is. Still, maybe he can tell someone? Maybe he can send help? At least someone can hear her, she’s not going to give up just because they sound like they’re her age! “Help! I’m Zelda! I’m trapped in the castle dungeons! Please, send some help!” 

Like a ribbon slipping between her fingers, the presence she could feel answering her; the warmth and light and ray of hope, slips away, no voice answering in return. She slumps down onto the stone again, sobbing. It’s not fair! She hasn’t done anything wrong! She doesn’t understand! Why is this happening? Why would her father’s old friend do this to them? Why isn’t anyone doing anything? Why is the only one to hear her a child? 

Just a boy. Just some kid out there who probably doesn’t know how to get around in a castle or how to deal with a knight or a wizard. Just a kid, and she knows, she knows, kids never get listened to! No one listens to her, and she’s the princess! So why would anyone listen to a random kid? Especially one who tries to say that the princess is in danger, when most people don’t like royals to begin with, and anyway, no one’s going to believe that sort of thing! As far as anyone outside the castle probably thinks, she’s all tucked up in her big bed, just finished with dinner, and drifting off to sleep. Who’d bother to check and see otherwise? Especially if it’s only at the behest of a child! 

Maybe some people think she’s cold, but the sobs that ring through the dungeons sound terribly awful to her, and it’s enough to make her cry harder, because try as she might, the sounds and sights of crying just makes her cry, no matter how much she fights it. Her own tears echo back off the stone, like the wailing of some tortured soul, and her mind flies off to what and who might have been here before her. 

What sorts of people have lived in these dungeons? Died in these dungeons? Where there ever any little girls like her? Did they die down here? Did they escape? Did they have mums and dads to try and get them out, to hold them, or did they get left down here like she is? Just sobbing and crying with no one to hear them until they died and did whatever dead things do. 

The old books say that dead things are monsters that wander around, long and thin with ghastly smiles, and attack heroes and knights when they come too close. What if that sort of a dead-monster is down here? Gibdoes, she thinks they’re called, or is it redeads? Whatever they are, she doesn’t want them to be down here. She’d much rather be alone and forgotten than be found by something so awful.  

Except she won’t be forgotten, her mind whispers, and it’s not such a comforting thought as she wishes it was. Aganim knows she’s here, and he wants to keep her here until he’s ready to sacrifice her, split her open and make her blood spill to give power to his spell.  

She’s seen heads chopped off before, but they were far away and not important. She didn’t care who they were, because it didn’t matter once they were dead and she couldn’t do anything about it anyway. Will other people think about her that way? Will it not matter? Impa will care, and Grandfather too- if he’s still okay, if he finds out, but who else will care? The knights who are nice to her are now mean and cold, and the servants never liked her anyway. The thought of being forgotten is worse than the idea of turning into a dead monster and trying to eat people- or something, but she’s all out of sobs and her eyes hurt from crying. 

It doesn’t matter anyways, no one can hear her either way. 

Or, rather, she thought so, only there’s the sound of feet in the hall. Feet that patter softly and do not thud and thump like the heavy boots that knights wear or swish and shuffle like the wizard in his great heavy robe. No, they creep slowly across the stone, slow and unsure, like a deer coming slowly out of the trees. They move quietly and quickly, but hesitate, and that alone tells her it’s not a rambling, long dead evil that wanders the halls, nor a servant or soldier who knows this castle. It's not feet she knows, but foreign feet are her best chance of getting out, so she pulls herself up, wipes away what’s left of her tears, and moves to peek through the bars of her cell and out into the hall. 

She cannot see anything but stone. Whomever crafted these cells had no intention of allowing the occupants to see what was happening anywhere save just in front of the door.  

She can still hear though. She can hear the quiet, unsure tapping of boots. More importantly though, she can feel, and that delicate, evasive ribbon of hope drifts back into her hands, a light presence making itself know in the darkness around her, like a candle coming alight befgore her tired and puffy eyes. 

The boy. 

Link. 

She isn’t sure why he’s here, alone, but at least someone is trying. It’s more than she supposes some people would do, and at least he listened to her, which is far more than most people have done! His steps are wary, but she calls out, with her mind, like before, rather than her voice, urging him closer, telling him that’s he’s close, almost there. Just a little further and he’ll be here and maybe, just maybe, they can figure out some way to get this prison open, or at least she can tell him what’s going on so he can tell someone else. 

If the Sacred Realm is unsealed, Ganon will be set free, and the people of Hyrule are not prepared for that. They need to send warning- she needs to send warning, needs to tell someone and get the word out, to give something to her people so they know that things aren’t as they seem, that they’re sitting on the edge of a precipice, too close to the fiery hell before them. Her history books talk about a time when Ganon won, when he ruled their kingdom. She doesn’t want that for them, especially because she’s heard grandfather say they’ve only just recovered from that war. They can’t take it again. Hyrule needs peace. She doesn’t think peace is likely, but maybe they can stop too much of the world from being hurt by the evil magic, if they stop Aganim before he can do anything more. 

The feet stop. 

She can hear breathing now, soft and rattling somewhat, like her own does as she tries so hard to look through the bars of her prison. Has he been crying, like she has? Come to think of it, if she, locked up and also away from anything else in here, is scared, how must it be for some common boy who’s probably never been in the castle? Or the dungeons much less? For all she knows, he might have been here before, to visit someone or say goodbye before an execution, but still! He’s got to be at least a little scared too. 

She tries reaching out, listening again. His voice had been tired then, but she’d heard it, heard it from far away (because she knows there aren’t any little boys in the castle; she’s the only one her age). She could hear it then, so he, like her, must have been able to catch ahold of her thoughts, sent out like a wish to the stars she can’t see from in here. That means maybe she can reach out and hear his! 

Except that the sound of a loud clang makes her jump, startle back and fall over, unable to see what it was that made the sound, but well able to hear what’s happening, and tell that it’s very close indeed. There’s a scuffle, a gasp that shudders before there’s panting, feet skidding over stone and another loud clang.  

It sounds like the executioner’s axe on the stone of a courtyard. 

“Shit!”  

It’s him. It's Link. That's his voice, breathing and panting and gasping as she hears another clang, this time the blade screeching off of stone. 

Desperately, she moves along the bars of her cell, trying to see out, trying to catch a glimpse of what’s happening. She’d call out, but Grandfather always told her to keep quiet if she hears things that worry her. Enemies might be close and she should never make it known where she’s hiding, because that puts her and anyone with her in danger, and princesses should not put people in danger if they can help it. So, she keeps her mouth shut, and her ears open. 

Light feet dart, this time without hesitation, a hiss of breath that maybe carries soft words on it sounding, as well as the rasping of a second voice, breathing within something. Breathing within something heavy and thick, making it echo. It sounds like a knight, one with one of those very big and scary helmets that Grandfather makes them take off if she’s around, so she can see their real faces instead of the cold iron ones. 

She hopes it’s not a knight. 

The sound of an axe hitting stone, yet again, says it might be. 

Link’s voice is panting, feet darting. She hears a hiss of steel, a sword drawing, and then there are a series of very loud blows. There’s yelps and shouts from Link, but nothing from the heavy, echoing breather, just the slam of an axe, again and again. 

She can’t do anything. She can’t help or watch and she can only hear the awful sounds, the cry of pain from what she thinks has to be Link, and the clang, clang, clang of blades on stone, on armor, or on each other. She can only sit. Only sit and hope. 

No, she can pray. Grandfather says that her lineage, that mother and grandmother and all of them, that their prayers mean something extra special, because they have power from the heavens. When bad things happen, even if he won’t let her know what, he always tells her to pray. Pray for their people and the kingdom and for him, so he’ll do what he should, or can figure out what to do. She always does. Impa takes her to the little prayer rooms in the castle, or sometimes down to the church, and she offers prayers between her studies and her meals until Grandfather tells her that things are better again. She may not be good at a lot, but she has lots of practice praying, so even though the cell floor is so dirty and the clanging of weapons is nothing like the deep ringing of bells, she still kneels and prays as hard as she can. Prays until she hears a scream and a shout and heavy thud.  

The clanging stops. 

She keeps praying. Please let Link have won. She doesn’t know how (unless maybe he’s a squire? Yes that could work!) but she needs it to be him who won. She needs to know that the only person who can hear her call for help is indeed the one who’s still standing, because she doesn’t know if she can handle having hope stray so close only to be torn away at the very last of seconds. 

Soft, gently scuffing boots creep across the floor again, heavy panting, like a fawn just escaped from a hunter, peeking out to see if it’s safe once more. 

“Link? Is that you?” She doesn’t get up, keeps her hands folded, she’s got to be ready to start praying for help again if it isn’t. 

The voice that answers back is gentle candle-light and warmth, although it shakes and stammers. “M-Miss Zelda?” She doesn’t have time to get up before feet move closer and then there’s a boy standing in front of her. He’s short, maybe her height but probably a bit shorter, with messy pink hair hastily tucked under a green cap. His eyes are wide and blown out in the darkness, but the lantern in his hand makes them dance a bit too, almost red. Red to match the blood that spatters up and across his front, covers his boots and still touches his hands and the cloak wrapped up around him. “Are you okay?” 

She blinks. Is she okay? Why is he asking that? She’s the one who just sat in here, praying, untouched, and he was the one that fought...whatever it is that he just fought. “I’m alright. Are you? You’re covered in blood...” 

He winces, looks away, doesn’t look down and instead his flickering eyes dart all over everything else, as if desperate to not think about the fresh crimson all over him. “I’m okay.” And then, a moment later. “It’s....it’s not mine.” 

His tunic is ripped a bit on one side, and she can see where damage has been done, but she doesn’t challenge him. Boys are funny, Impa says, and if you tell them they’re wrong they pout and throw a fit and won't listen to you anymore. Link’s the first person who’s listened in a long time; she doesn’t want to lose that. Instead, she just nods, doubtful, but doesn’t say anything. It’s not like either of them can do anything about it anyways. She can’t heal and there’s nothing she can offer him either. 

He glances at her, and she recognizes abruptly that his eyes are terribly vacant. He’s there, he sees her, but he doesn’t seem to register anything else, just stare at her dumbly, like he’s not all inside his head. 

“Did you happen to see a key somewhere?” It’s sort of a reach, since she doubts that the wizard would make it that easy, but the flickering crimson eyes turn back again towards the way he’d come from, and she can see him shudder, revulsion briefly marring his otherwise rather pretty features.  

He nods. “Yeah.” There’s no waiting for her to say anything, just the setting down of the lantern in his hand, an old thing but well-tended, and he moves back out of her sight again. There’s some shuddering and catching of breath, rustling and clanking, and a squelch she supposes might be blood. He’s back again a moment or so later, slower than before, but holding the keys. They’re also covered in blood. He’s got more on him too, but his dull eyes are focused on the door, on unlocking it and pushing it open, and she’s quick to stand when he does. 

She will not stay any longer, not now that there’s a way out. She’s not sure which of them took the other’s hand first, but as she tells him where to go, he leading the way with the light and with a still dripping sword on his back, and she following, it doesn’t matter. She follows past the fallen corpse of what she recognizes as the royal executioner, through the halls that run rampant with rats, trudging through sewers and mire and muck. The ground underfoot squelches, making her stomach churn. The quickly cooling blood that smears over her hand from Link’s own only makes it worse, and she fights back the urge to pull away. She has to stay with him though; he’s her only hope and only protector, there’s no other way out and she can’t do this alone. 

They walk and walk, and she’d never realized before how many traps and dangers lay between the castle and the many hidden exits it possesses. The tunnel is cold, is wet, is damp, and once they exit again into the outside world, she finds it’s much the same. Rain beats down, lighting flashing overhead and thunder booming in their ears as they dart across the open spaces of Hyrule Field. Now out of the castle, she’s not sure what they ought to be doing, but she follows him. She’s never allowed outside alone, but he’ll know this land well, he’ll have lived here. He’ll know enough to hopefully know a safe place for them to hide. Still, it’s terrifying. She’s never seen the world flash like this, never slipped and tripped and made herself this muddy before. Link wraps her in his cloak, eyes still blank and distant, hands deft and fumbling, and while it’s warmer, by just a bit, it smells terribly of blood. Still, it’s better than nothing. 

In time, through the rain, she can make out a familiar structure. Almost like a second home for how often she’s been there; the church rises up before them with it’s spires and glittering windows, bells chiming twice and twice only, just as they’re hurrying up towards the doors. She knows they’ll be unlocked. 

They are. 

Link pushes them open with some trouble, more than they require at any rate, but it’s only then that she realizes that he’s shaking. Not from cold, she doesn’t think, otherwise it would have started far earlier, he would have been shaking when he first came to her, because he was soaked then too, wet and spattered in muck from the sewers as well as the blood. No, now he’s shaking so violently that she finds herself reaching to take the lantern from his hand the moment they're inside the dimly lit sanctuary. 

“Princess Zelda?” The familiar voice of the church Father catches her attention, making her turn from her companion to face the man. It’s two in the morning by the ring of the bells, and she can’t fathom why he’s awake, but there’s a candle burning and the smell of incense in the air, familiar and, like Link himself, an assuring presence that makes her heart stop the pounding in her chest, settling instead with a heavy sigh and soft cry she didn’t know was still left in her. 

The Father hurries towards them, and while she’s always been taught to be reverent, she can’t help but throw herself into open arms, shaking and trembling herself as his hand soothes her hair, warm, creaking voice- ancient as the trees she thinks sometimes, sounding in words she doesn’t bother to hear. 

They’re brought in and given warm blankets, and the bell-ringer appears to offer them warm tea, which she drinks slowly while the Father sits between them. Relief is a strange thing, a foreign thing, but she accepts it the same way she’s been taught to accept her other confusing feelings, sitting and listening to her heart and letting her mind spin until it finds itself too tired to keep on spinning. Soft prayers and the sound of rain fill her ears, and when at last she’s got a handle on herself again, she turns to look at her savior. 

Link is still shaking, arms wrapped tightly about himself and eyes vacant. 

She reaches out, not with her hands, but with the thoughts in her head, like before, and this time there’s no sudden noise to disrupt it. Link’s thoughts are far more jumbled and spinning than even her own. 

‘-didn’t mean to, I didn’t! I- oh heavens, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to, I really didn’t! I- he's dead, I killed him he died and I- I- oh heaven help! I didn’t want to! I didn’t-” he’s shaking, teeth gnawing his lip and eyes slipping closed. ‘We’re safe, we’re safe, we’re safe. I got Miss- Princess Zelda is safe and I got her here and I didn’t end up crying and I didn’t let her down. God, she must have been so scared, I know I was, let her be okay? It must have been awful being locked up in there! I- I couldn’t-” he’s shaking his head, hands plucking at is sleeves, at the blanket. Even with the rain, there’s still bits of blood stuck about his nails and the cuffs of his sleeves, and he seems acutely aware of that fact. His mind spins so much she’s dizzy just listening, hearing him worry first for her and then be washed over with regret at killing, only to them have his mind drift to death and watching people die and- 

Zelda is struck with the sudden realization that Link, unlike herself, is not accustomed to death. She’s seen it enough times that seeing a body only brings disgust and discomfort, but sadness does not wash over her to see an enemy laid low. She’d only thought to avoid the pooling blood as passing the slain knight outside of her cell, but Link is actively experiencing regret for ending said knight’s life. 

“Link? 

The Father turns at her words, but the boy does not, instead rocking slowly as too fast breaths escape him. 

“Link, dear boy, can you hear me?” It’s such a relief to release it to the Father and let him try to get the attention of her savior, the man turning fully towards the curled up little boy, one hand settling on his shoulder.  

Link does not respond. 

The father’s hand slips to rub across trembling shoudlers, steady, soothing motions as his voice, warm and soft, continues. “I do not know what brought you here at this hour, but you are safe here, my son. It is alright.” 

“M-Miss-” 

“The princess is alright.” The Father assures. “She is safe here as well, and no one will hurt her.” 

There’s a small sob from her companion and she can hear his thoughts, the raging swell of the becoming less and less an effort to hear, instead pushing back against her, pushing out and demanding release, pouring into her own mind with terrifying clarity. Pain, anguish, regret, fear, guilt, overwhelming sadness. The ever-present thought of “be strong for her, she looks so scared” makes something inside her own heart twist up and her own breath catch. 

“You got me out,” she murmurs, because speaking aloud seems almost wrong in the silence and peace of the otherwise empty church, “thank you.” 

Dull eyes fall, Link burying his face in his arms with a sob that has tears pricking at her own eyes all over again. Shre’s always been weak to tears, a fault that Grandfather has warned her must be controlled, lest it be used against her, but she can’t help but cry along with the boy beside her, even as the Father comforts them. 

Maybe she’s used to death, but he isn’t. More so though, he’s the one who swung the blade. He had killed a man, killed for her and soiled hands that no doubt had never caused harm further than a fight with friends or other such mischief that common children are allowed to get up to. Blood is new to him, terrifying still, not something he was raised watching be spilled, not something he expects. 

His clothes are soaked with it. Even though a potion was given to him, prompted slowly to his lips and choked down dumbly, he’s got his own blood and that of the fallen knights both spattered over him, staining his clothes. It’s not only theirs though, because her peeks into his thoughts grant her visions of a man, in the same dungeons as they had been, wounded and bleeding out, of this same boy, only moments before finding her, finding said man and pleading, fighting against the flow of blood, of tears on his face and hurt in his heart. He’d lost someone just before coming to her. He’d been blank even before killing, forcing himself onwards to help her, guided only by the final words of the dead man in the sewers. He’d wandered and been chased, had faught a foe three times his own size, been forced to thrust a sword that’s too big for him into the heart of a man after just seeing the effects of the same.  

Death is following this boy, biting at his heels tonight, and the more their thoughts bleed together in her head, the more the weight of what has happened hits her. 

He’s killed for her, and with the knights taken over and the only ones on her side being the Father and this boy, she might have to ask him to do it again. 

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I'd love to see your take on Queen Bianca from Bug Fables, if you're willing. Snorlax or Munchlax from Pokemon would be nice too or alternatively. Whatever the case I hope you have a nice time!

drew queen bianca! she should be old, fat, n happy i think

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