#lovely bumblebeekitten

[adrift-in-thyme]

I know it's more of a captain thing but Wars also just throwing Wild RIGHT under the bus in front of his mentor and leaving him to scramble to try and change the subject is definitely a big brother mood

It SO IS

And it’s not the first time he’s done it either

#someone’s still a bit irritated about what happened #it’s understandable #wars is used to working with a team #in the war it was life or death #not working with your fellow soldiers and neglecting to follow orders would spell out your doom #plus he nearly died from his own cockiness #he knows where recklessness get you #and he doesn’t want that fate for wild #still I kinda hope he gives wild a break soon #linkeduniverse #lu warriors #lu wild #lu update spoilers #lovely bumblebeekitten #trin answers #also I hope HE gets a break soon #poor man’s been holding down the fort #I haven’t seen him allow himself a moment to rest #he’s just running around making sure everyone’s ok

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Less wanting a specific dad and more wanting how each dad felt when they first held their baby links

Awwww <3 I'll try not to repeat myself too much as I imagine some emotions are pretty universal across the dads, but here you go:

Rusl met his Link when he was a little older... I haven't figured out exactly when for my own headcanon, but I'd say Link was somewhere between 3-6 years old when Rusl found him. So his first feelings would've been surprise, worry, and love for this poor lost little boy. But the first time Link fell asleep in his arms and was at peace, it felt like home, and Rusl didn't know how to even express it. It was overwhelming - he and Uli hadn't been expecting to adopt a child out of the blue, but it had felt right too.

Abel's reaction is written here, actually! :D not the very first time he held him, but close to it, within the first weeks of his birth.

Fierce's first reaction to his first time ever holding a baby at all because nobody ever dared give a war god their infant

The Hero of Time's first reaction to holding his new baby girl was absolute terror - he had to protect this child, provide for her, teach her about the world, shield her from the world oh my goddesses what have I gotten myself into I can't do this--but he also fell in love with her immediately <3

#you ask skye answers #lovely bumblebeekitten #fierce dadity #rusl #abel #hero of time #dads and babies <3

[trombonedesya]

Another Legend cosplay post, now with improved props, and a friend!

And, um... I may have proposed because that's who I am. And she said yes!

My lovely, beautiful backpack korok is @bumblebeekitten

#cosplay #lu legend #link #linked universe #linked universe legend #hero of legend #legend of zelda #oracle of seasons #rod of seasons #engagement #engagement photoshoot #linked universe cosplay #backpack korok #korok #totk korok #loz totk #totk

[arecaceae175]

Heroes Helping Heroes

Me and @bumblebeekitten were discussing this crazy amazing animatic by lordlorenz on youtube and we had a lot of thoughts and I must share! (@bumblebeekitten came up with the original concept and most of these ideas!!!!!! I've added minor details)

Imagine if the ghosts of the past incarnations of the hero's spirit are always drawn to the birth of the next incarnation. The spirits huddled over whatever cradle or bassinet newborn Link, Wild. They whisper hopes to the little one; that his childhood is long and happy, that he is loved by his parents, that the sword never calls for him. They know it's unlikely, else he wouldn't have been born otherwise, but they can hope.

Once his journey begins, they offer any aid they can to help Wild through his journey:

Hyrule using the chime of a fairy to guide an injured Wild to one of the fairy fountains, and letting a little extra healing magic flow through the fairies and into the food Wild makes. Hyrule giving Wild a gentle mental nudge away from a plant that'd be poisonous to eat and towards safe shelter.

Warriors a subtle ticking metronome that helps Wild time parries to guardian blasts or a subtle nudge to his foot that strengthens his stance to be able to handle the charge of a lynel. Helping cement sword forms and battle techniques into Wild's memory so he can be as prepared as possible to make it through his battles. Warriors also wrapping his scarf around Wild on cold or teary nights, giving Wild a sense of comfort and protection.

Wind being a bracing hand against a raging thunderstorm or guiding the winds beneath his parasail to get Wild further than he might have on his own. Encouraging Wild to play and explore and learn with childlike glee.

Legend guiding Wild's eye to the weak points of the monsters he faces and giving Wild and innate sense of which clothing pieces are best for the situation. Legend also gives him that subtle beat of kindness in his heart that makes him strive to try and help everyone he meets, be it the Koko who just wants to make dinner for her sister to the Gerudo needing molduga parts to save her husband.

Time standing vigil whenever wild goes into a memory, nudging and guiding wild in subtle ways to shelter when they inevitably overwhelm him. He has a constant watch over the different phases of the moon and helps bolster the feeling of anxiety that pushes Wild to be at a stable or village whenever a blood moon is due to rise. Time being horrified when Wild draws the sword at 12, trying to give him strength and hope and amplifying his moments of childlike joy.

Twilight. Ever present and faithful Twilight, the only physical companion of the chain. His fur soaks up the tears from pain and anguish alike, his ears and eyes stay alert whenever the exhaustion is too great for Wild to bear when sitting by a fire for the night. The extra fang and fury needed when courage falters. A companion, a friend, a playmate, a reminder Wild isn't alone and there is life and joy outside his duties.

Sky being the exhilaration Wild feels leaping from the tallest points he can or the feeling of wonder at the lush life of his world, his Hyrule. Sky filling Wild with hope at his lowest moments, helping him find his strength to carry on. Sky trying to reconnect Wild's spirit to Fi, and being completely heartbroken and confused when Wild can't pull the sword on his first try

Four making hidden weapons or shields gleam just a bit brighter in the light so that wild notices them or placing that extra arrow or rupies in the various crates, barrels, and pots he breaks. And Four putting as much of his energy and magic as he can in Wild's weapons to keep them going just a little bit longer in the heat of battle.

#ace's lu analysis #lu analysis #linked universe #the lu boyos #lu wild #lu twilight #lu sky #lu hyrule #lu wind #lu four #lu time #lu legend #lu warriors

[depressedhatakekakashi]

@bumblebeekitten ohhh fun question

Houki was born when Kakashi spent a week in the forest without leaving, causing the ground to flood over and the plants to look like they’re growing out of the water itself. There was no romantic passione between Kakashi and Yamato, but a strong bond of friendship that mixed into a being that had life breathed into it, resulting in Houki.

bee and Yamato’s daughter (i need to look up names for her) was born from passione. From Yamato trying to get a break from Kakashi after a week of trying to comfort him, and Bee trying to help his lover relax and unwind. Their daughter bloomed from that love and the world echoed with the sound of chirping birds to greet her

#YamaBee #Gos Au #God of storms au

[hazbincalifornia]

Soo question did you ever come up with lore for your moxxmilitzø babies or is what you had on your Tumblr all that. Haha sorry if it's weird I really love the ship, next to stolitz ofc

Some of this is repeating that in case people didn't look but they were made in a roleplay with @bumblebeekitten! Under cut for length.

Long story short, they were created in an au off Truth Seekers where the 'bitch juice' was used instead of the 'truth bomb', which were aphrodisiacs that created a heat situation and Moxxie ended up getting pregnant with twins. It took much longer for Loona and Millie to find them this time, and both they dealt with experimentation, although it got focused more on Moxxie when they realized he was pregnant. Eventually they got out, but Moxxie got kicked in the stomach in the process of the escape and Stolas had to save both his life and that of the kids.

When they were born, Ash (the boy) had a large scar on his head due to the kick and needed to go to the NICU, and Moxxie barely made it through labor with the other, the girl Beauregard/Beau. Ash ended up having to deal with pretty bad headaches for most of his life after that, although they do have a tonic that can help.

Because of the infusion of magic when they were in utero and having a succubus for a grandmother, both of them have magical abilities relating to music! Beau can infuse her voice with magic and can slightly influence people/their emotions, while Ash uses instruments. (Her magic is stronger, though.)

They meet Stellaluna when she accidentally opens a portal across dimensions, although time is incongruent so she's already an adult when they're little, and they consider each other siblings. Alastor takes a bit of a shine to Beau in particular, and his powers actually help to enhance hers when they work together.

There's a pretty rough spot when the kids performed at a recital and Beau's horn was broken by a stuffy goetia woman who thinks that their magic is trying to 'trick' people when they're just fuzzy about controlling it- especially as Stella missed it due to a miscommunication and they thought she didn't care anymore.

When they're a bit older, through an incident with Agents One and Two after they died, Beau ends up pregnant through further experimentation, which is... rough, but she makes it through in the end, even though Ash was also pregnant at the same time, but his was via his boyfriend at the time. They actually ended up going into labor at the same time.

Ash is the more outspoken of the two, enjoying more physical combat and playing instruments, while Beau is more of a shooter who’s shy. Both of them are musicians, but he's in a band while she's more of a solo act. (Beau also ends up with Pippi, the Fizz/Ozzie kid.)

#asks #anonymous #ash #beau

[asofterfan]

It’s been a bit so forgive me if I ask repeat questions! Aside from Roman who is super careful with his wings, have any of them ever broken a wing before? Has there ever been a scenario where Virgil had to protect Roman via shielding with his wings or the opposite where Roman steps in to protect/help Virgil? I think we know how Patton would react but what would ro and lo do if they saw Virgil with dirty/bloodied wings thanks to the dark sides?

They’ve all hurt their wings in various ways- Patton tends to get little nicks and burns on his wings because he a) has poor spacial awareness (”I have enough room!” *several crashes later* “I did not have enough room.”) and b) tends to emote with his wings (which leads to knocking all sorts of things over. This is mostly fine except when it happens while he’s cooking, which is where he tends to get hurt the most). Virgil of course has his troubles with his wings, but I don’t think they’ve every been broken before. Logan broke a wing once when he forgot to eat and passed out on his way down the stairs.

After he’s accepted, Virgil will shield the others (including Roman) juts kind of instinctively. Like if a loud noise startled him he’ll just suddenly be in front of Roman with his wings blocking him. After that, Roman starts to reciprocate- If a dark side tries to start trouble Roman is front and center running them off. He also starts shielding Virgil with his wings when Virgil has panic attacks. He wants Virgil to know that he’s protected too.

If Roman sees Virgil with his messed up wings, he’s mostly just sort of be in shock. Before finding out about what Virgil used to go through, he never really thought of Virgil’s wings as fragile. So it’s kind of this moment of realization that even if Roman’s wings are physically the most fragile, it doesn’t mean Virgil can’t still be hurt, physically and beyond. He’d definitely cry at least a little, and would probably be the most inclined to grab one of the others to help, but he’d be glued to Virgil’s side for like, at least a week. 

Logan would initially shoot straight into first-aid mode, flitting about like a blur to clean and bandage anything and everything (He maybe overdoes it a little. By the end Virgil looks a little like a mummy even though he wasn’t injured that much, but it actually helps Virgil feel better to see Lo trying so hard to make everything better and make sure he’s okay). Then, once Virgil is bundled up in blankets and drinking tea, he’d pull a full sized white board out of fucking nowhere and start game planning how to make sure nothing like this happens again.

#I love these boyos #<3 <3 <3 #bumblebeekitten #wing au

[teacupfulofstarshine]

appreciation station

buckle up my little galaxy, it’s time for STARSHINE GETS SAPPY ABOUT NEW YEAR’S AND RAMBLES LIKE A LOON

so, i just wanna start by saying how much i love this community? like, as a whole? this was the first online fandom i became so invested in! i did write fic before this, primarily for vld (this was back when we had, like, 2 seasons and there was still hope). but i was never a PART of that community - the discourse was just too much and the fandom was too big for me to truly get invested, y’know? 

this is the first real online community i’ve become a part of and BOY do i love it. you all made me feel SO LOVED and SO WELCOME and honestly sometimes you go through some shit in your life and you just need people to be sunshiney and oh my lord do you people have it in SPADES. every time i’ve needed a pick me up, you have all been so loving and wonderful and supportive and incredibly patient when fic takes forever (i’m working on that, i promise). so basically, thank you all. you’re all incredible.

there are, of course, a few people who deserve to be recognized by name and i’m sticking THAT nonsense below the cut, so if this is where you stop reading, please know that i love and appreciate every single one of you, and we are going to GET this BREAD in 2019 BITCHES. it’s the year of the bisexual, and i’m gonna make it my (bi)tch. <3 

OKAY SAPPY TIME HERE WE GO

@accio-hufflepuff-power1 NICKY!!! you were one of the very first people to ask to be tagged in my writing! (i think you were the first one, actually). i think you’re amazing, and i know i’m shitty at answering messages but i love you so much you’re such a gr8 friend 

@the-frosty-doctor WE BECAME MUTUALS BACK WHEN YOU WERE STILL GOING BY romaning-daydreams DO YOU REMEMBER? you were my very first sanders sides mutual and you were the very first person to hear about lovely dark and deep! that fic would never exist without you, and i’ll be grateful forever. 

@ironwoman359 HEY TAAAAAAYLOOOOOR so you reblogged every single pattonella piece with commentary and honestly that commentary is one of the things that inspired me to keep writing it. i would sit there and refresh the notes and wait for you to see it and rb it and now we’re BUDS and it’s GREAT you’re such a gr8 writer i rlly look up to you i’m still amazed that you follow lil’ ol’ me you’re great i love you <3 

@ethospathoslogan PETTY! BITCH! WIFE! i was so incredibly fucking nervous to talk to you bc i had read and fangirled over your fic for like, three weeks before i ever messaged you. (also i thought you were like 24, but that’s more down to my inability to read roman numerals than anything). but i was SO HAPPY that we started talking bc i think you’re AMAZING and you’re the loml babe i’m so happy to be your wife. i love your work and i love you and you were my first internet wife i stan you so hard. 

@breloomings DANIEL!!! i was so nervous to talk to you bc your art is SO GOOD and it makes me SO HAPPY and i really hope you’re doing okay! i know we haven’t talked in a few months bc we’re both so busy but i really, truly hope that you’re doing okay and i hope we get to talk a lot more soon! 

@backatthebein RILEY you were one of the very first people i befriended! you were a huge supporter of pattonella just like taylor was and you always encouraged me even when i didn’t have any confidence in myself. i have had plenty of anxiety crises with you in earshot, and you’ve always been there for me. i love you so much, riley, you’ve always been in my corner and i hope you know i’m always in yours. plus, you send me great posts all the time! they’re either analogical or bisexual memes or memes in general or positivity support and honestly you’re amazing i love you sm 

@notveryglittery DAAAAANIIIII do you remember when you sent me an ask like OMG YOU FOLLOWED ME I’M SO HONORED and i realized that i hadn’t and i was like “THAT IS A CRIMINAL MISTAKE!” so i followed you on the SPOT. (tbh i thought i was following you already, i think tumblr unfollowed you for me bc tumblr.) you’re the royality stan to my analogical stand and i absolutely adore that we hardcore ship along an axis bc it makes writing fic SO MUCH FUN! usually if i have analogical i also have royality and vice versa with your writing and it’s just. mmm. yes. iconic. i love you so much, you’re so creative and inventive and supportive and you’re beautiful. 

@shesavampirequeen AAAARIIIIIIEEEEELL! we first met bc you popped into my inbox to say “hey” once and you just kept coming back! i actively looked for you in my inbox bc seeing you always made my day, and i always looked forward to your comments! and then i learned you were ALSO an analogical stan and my heart was SOLD! you’re sweet and funny and so, so kind and i am SO happy that i reached out to get to know you better bc it was one of the best decisions of my life. you’re absolutely amazing in every way, ari, and i love you <3

@bumblebeekitten BEEEEEE BEE BEE BEE BEE BEE! i first met YOU because i asked for questions about ldad lore to take my mind off my computer being broken. you YEETed yourself into my askbox and you asked like twelve thousand questions and they were all about things i hadn’t even thought about before! and that was GREAT because while i was busy answering your questions, i completely forgot the panic attack i’d been having about my computer! and now we’re BFFS and we’re WIVES and we’re RP PARTNERS and i honestly love all of the above! you’re so creative and talented and beautiful and i love you so, so much. i’m so happy we’re friends now <3 

@fangirltothefullest T A S H I! we first met because you reblogged one of my sneak previews of lovely dark and deep and said “i would love to do fanart of this!” and then i YEETED MY PHONE ACROSS THE ROOM and screamed for five minutes. i STILL can’t believe that we’re friends, you’re so amazing and sweet and awesome! i love our rp, i love that i took one look at your fusions and was like ALL OF THESE ARE MINE NOW ALLOW ME TO WRITE ALL YOUR FUCKING LORE and you were like THAT SOUNDS N E A T I’M TOTALLY DOWN TO LET YOU DO THAT! and now i co-mod the blog and just. halk;fas;dlkfj alskdf .asf ad. i am so INCREDIBLY LUCKY to have met you and i’m so grateful that you let me do this and i’m so happy that we’re bffs bc i love you so much, honey. you’re amazing <3 

#starshinerambles #sappy nonsense #I JUST LOVE ALL MY FRIENDS SO MUCH #AND IT'S 20BITEEN BITCHES #I AM L I V I N G FOR THIS #I'M SO EXCITED AND HAPPY FOR THIS #accio-hufflepuff-power1 #the-frosty-doctor #ironwoman359 #breloomings #ethospathoslogan #notveryglittery #fangirltothefullest #shesavampirequeen #bumblebeekitten #backatthebein

[thelostguardianau]

The Lost Guardian- Chapter Eight

“Heed the Silenced”

(Authors note: aha.. yknow I should probably stop making promises for this fic. Months later, w/ a chapter that doesn’t have Thomas in it, three different outlines down and i’m really just at the mercy of this fic at this point xD considering midway through writing this chapter I had to cut and rewrite an entire scene i’d spent a month on bc I’d decided that Dee had a chance at redemtion that added an actual direction and a tangable end goal to this story. So. Yeah. And!! A loud Thank You!! to @bumblebeekitten for helping me bounce ideas back & forth for this au and being my beta for this chapter!!)

Character Info & Art:

Patton | Logan | Roman | Virgil | Remy | Deceit | ??? | ???

Chapter Seven | Chapter Nine

Fandom: Thomas Sanders Sides

Pairings: Eventual Polyamsanders (LAMPR/CALMR-a.k.a LAMP/CALM + Remy ‘Sleep’ Sanders)

Warnings: THIS CHAPTER IS KINDA DIALOG HEAVY!(sorry) Currently depicted as morally grey Deceit(subject to change in future chapters), though the side of Deceit from his first appearance doesnt make an appearance in this chapter and it is explained why, mentions of past betrayal and dark descriptions of bodily concepts, curses, limitations, and changes only really explained as possible through the lore of this au. Deceit speaks in riddles because he has to, ominous warnings. Virgil still isn’t okay mentally. Mentions of indifference to death, lack of selfworth or self preservation. (Let me know if I need to add anything!)

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Brown eyes flutter open at the chilly breeze of a fan, and the ravenette’s mind comes to realize that he’s been moved from resting on his stomach to laying on his back. Groggy from his much too short nap, it takes a few moments to realize there are no warm bodies near him or under him, no breathing or chatter of familiar voices to sooth him.

The room, he realizes, is empty.

The room itself is, in fact, not Remy’s bedroom at all.

Shooting straight up, Virgil’s first clear thought is that he’s back at home. At his apartment, this time in his hoodie yet still roughed up from his latest ‘adventure’. The scene is eerily familiar, and yet he knows this time that work is not where he needs to be. It’s already daylight and his mind now knows this familiar scene, he should feel alone. Yet, this time he can hear the sound of honking cars and people, his loud neighbor from upstairs stomping around.

It doesn’t make sense as he walks to his window and peers out to see vague cars and people, he can’t even seem to make out any individual faces. It’s grey and raining outside, but there is no pattering sound against the foggy window. ‘What’s happening?’ Virgil wonders.

“Life seemed so simple a week ago, even months ago, did it not..?” A familiar voice drifts from behind him. Ice cold fear shoots down the ravenette’s spine as he recognizes the voice.

“I can hardly believe you were able to leave it, your routine. It was your everything, back when you came to terms with what you had left. Am I wrong, Virgil?” Whirling around to face the voice, Virgil finds the terrifying ex-Guardian sitting on his couch looking quite at home, if a little sheepish.

“What do you care?” He spat back, stepping back against his window.

“I am only looking out for you, you know. I have been protecting you all your life. Of all people I think I would know what is best for you, don't you think? We are connected after all, you and I.” The man sighed, making a surrendering motion with his hands.

“Why would I trust you?! You tried to kill me yesterday!” Virgil growled. “Why--h-how are you even here!?”

“False, my dear Virgil. I tried to warn you. Sure,” The guardian rolled his hand as he spoke, “I am forced to have a round-about way of speaking my truths, it is just part of my consequences it seems. But how else was I going to get you to listen to me after the others fed you lies about me? I do sincerely apologize for my other half being rough, though. I cannot quite.. Control.. Him.” The guardian tilted his bowler hat down to guiltily hide his eyes, regret briefly twisting his expression.

Finally the Guardian stood, dusting himself off as if his immaculate attire had acquired dust from just existing in his apartment. “I needed my physical body to reach yours and make our soul connection strong again, so that my soul could reach yours. However.. The pain I caused you was far from my intention. I am deeply regretful that it came down to.. That awful encounter.

“To answer your question though, Virgil, I am here because I created ‘here’. A realm made to form this illusion of being home, sweet home, just on the corner of the little street you had come to live on for the past year. It is all my doing. Where you stand is simply an illusion only you and I can access, a manipulation of your dreams and memories. The only place where the real me can talk to you mostly unhindered.” The guardian gestured to his surroundings.

“It takes only one person to flip your life on it’s head, a matter of hours to make the decision of a lifetime, and a matter of days to have completely changed your life’s direction,” He turned to Virgil, and looked him straight in the eyes, feeling distant and lost.

“And only a matter of years to succumb to the depression of the lonely consequences..”

Virgil blinked at that. The sad, longing tone had him thrown for a loop; it almost felt like the Guardian wasn't even quite talking to Virgil. “I-What..? I.. I don’t understand.”

The Guardian shook his head, snapping out of it and refocusing himself. "Nevermind that. It is time I talked to you for real, if you will have me?" The Guardian held out a hand politely, though there was no real expectation for Virgil to take it.

After a pause, Virgil gave a slight nod, still suspicious of the other's intent. The Guardian returned the nod, and his hand fell to his side.

“I am limited to the time that you rest and for now I will not be able to explain myself thoroughly, so, I ask you to understand that I do not expect you to trust me when I am done. I honestly do not expect you to ever trust me. With the mistakes I have made, I firmly believe I would not deserve it.”

Virgil blinked in surprise, not having expected his captor to admit to his faults straight off the bat.

“Okay.. Well, we’re here, might as well hear your side of the story. So.. Shoot.” Virgil said lightly, distrust and suspicion still evident in his tone and stance.

“I would assume at this point you are well aware of how the story you have been told paints me as the villain, a mastermind seeking power, immortality, and revenge? At least, that is what I am led to believe is still the story, it has been many years since I have heard the tale first hand… And... Well. Would that not be so lovely?” Virgil made a face, eyes narrowing in confusion.

“I am serious. Life would be so much easier if it was all black and white, true or false, good and bad, would it not? If those who meant well knew everything and those malicious few could not corrupt anything?” The Guardian frowned a bit, frustrated with his words that couldn’t seem to cooperate with him.

“Would it not be lovely if I could talk to you without fighting to keep from turning every honest thought into a question or theoretical statement just to let it be said? That my words could hold a meaning not forcibly disguised in the forms of fables and riddles?” The Guardian looked down lamely, his words tapering off in agitation. For a moment, Virgil waited as the Guardian was silent, contemplative. Then, the next moment the Guardian’s face scrunched up in sadness and his words were soft as he placed a hand over his golden wrist markings.

“My story is complicated, and twisted with shades of grey. One could say what I did was an attempt to keep you safe, another could say that what I did was outlandish and impulsive, and stupid. But no one will be able to tell you that what I did went according to the plan I had... at first. No one will tell you that my intention was to save you, to keep your fate safe. No one will tell you that my plan was ruined. Because there is no longer anyone who remembers what happened that night except for me,”

The Guardian’s eyes flicked up to meet the ravenette’s, a hurt look passing over his face as he continued. His steady voice now just barely trembled with uncertainty as he continued.

“No one but me and the soul who wants so desperately for everyone to forget. The soul who ripped my own in two to bury the secret, and ruin you and I both.”

“My final warning is this: Beware of the man who carries the world on his shoulders unflinchingly, he will be watching you closely. You have immunity to his power thanks to our connection, you might use this knowledge well to find the truth that lies in plain sight. However, your fate lies in the decisions you chose to make with this knowledge, I can only warn you of what might come.” The Guardian nodded solemnly, choosing to finish his cryptic warning there.

Virgil stood there, reeling with the information. Sure, he definitely wasn’t completely convinced he could trust this cryptic stranger, Guardian? Foe? Friend? Virgil wasn’t really sure what to call him anymore. But damn, his life was already so fucking crazy, this was all just fucking crazy! He could just be dreaming for all he knew.

But… Deep inside, he was hoping he wasn’t.

This was, well. This wasn’t what he’d been expecting to hear when facing the man whose, er, body? Had originally tried to strangle him? Now he’d heard his sob story and, well, Virgil wasn’t that easy to fool, but he’d also been told that it wasn’t expected that he’d trust the guy even in the end and he didn’t really want to.

He’d been on the path to death for so long, and then just two days ago everything had changed. So much was happening, it was frankly exhausting. What the fuck was he, some book protagonist? Couldn’t he get a little time to think about all this before he went crazy?

Still, something under all his incredulity begged to hear the guardian out. He vaguely wondered how Stockholm Syndrome worked before he gave in a little. What difference did a little more crazy make in his life at this point?

“Fine, I’ll heed your warning, or whatever the fuck. But only if you can tell me what you mean when you said that this guy ripped your, uh, soul? In two.” Virgil huffed, partially relaxing. It was odd how comforting he found it to be, floating in this weird feeling imaginary world, where he could interact with objects that weren’t real. It felt like he was really standing in his home, and yet it was just built from memory.

The guardian’s solemn expression formed into a grim smile, eyes distant once more before nodding. “I will do the best that my words will allow.” Virgil nodded, and waited for the now very familiar stranger to gather his words and take a breath. Then he began, his markings lightly flashing gold.

“You find yourself whole one day, as you have always been. To be whole of body, whole of mind, both human and guardian in nature. To have conscious thought and control over your whole physical being and soul..

“You find that yourself and others of the winged variety are capable of separating your soul from your being, though only the most Elite can do it well. You find out the family you made would soon be in danger. You then find yourself lost and alone when you once had a home to call your own.

“You find yourself knowing a truth, a perilous truth. Your home is in shambles now that you are gone, yet they do not know it. This truth is at fault, but the blame is not fully your own in a world built on lies.

“The source of truth tucks itself into blankets of grey, drawing itself further from discovery with each passing day. Now only you know the truth. The source of the truth finds you, it seeks to hide you too.

“You find yourself split one day, as you have never been before. Forced apart from the body, trapped within the mind. Guardian in nature, to have conscious thought and your dying soul trapped within, a false mind piloting the puppeteered confines of a broken body with a blind goal.”

“You find you cannot control what you used to, you are a prisoner to a body that is no longer your own, mostly unconscious to the world around it. Crazed by the false emotions that fuel it.”

“The you that used to be is no longer, and has not been for over a hundred years. The world that knew you knows not of what you’ve become. Knows not of the shackles that bind you.

“The you that used to be is no longer, and will never be again.” The Guardian finished, hesitant yellow eyes meeting Virgil’s carefully. Phantom goosebumps trail down Virgil's arms as the final sentence strikes a cord in him.

Virgil found he really wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that, the rawness in the other’s tone spoke volumes of the sore spot they’d reached.

“Your body rests, but your mind also needs time to process today. I shall see you when you next rest, though only if you wish to seek me. Rest well knowing that you will not be scooped from your safety once more, as I hope I’m never to do so again. And...” The guardian paused, considering their next words very carefully.

“I know it is selfish to ask... but, I hope and wish that Thomas is alright, after all this time... Do take care of him, would you?”

Virgil paused and stared, finding only concern and longing in the guardian’s expression. And, well, fuck. What a way to pull at a guy’s heartstrings.

“Er, yes. Yeah. I’ll try my best.” Virgil gave his signature mock salute, the Guardian tipping his hat in return.

“Trying is all I could ever ask of you, Virgil. Rest well, you will need it.” And with that final sentence, the world around Virgil gently grew dark, and he sunk into the comforting arms of sleep.

Despite it all, Virgil still found his mind vaguely conscious. Sluggish at best, but awake nonetheless.

He figured it was likely some lingering effect from the Guardian’s dream realm, but didn’t dwell on it. His life had way too much else going on to be debating the side effects gained from Guardian powers.

First, he’d been pretty damn convinced two days ago that he was going to be a goner by the end of the month. Completely resigned to die believing that his very existence was scorned by the world he’d been unwillingly born into.

Then Patton had stumbled onto his shitty apartment’s roof, found him in all of his resigned and depressed glory, and changed his life forever.

They’d mostly skipped the whole ‘Human nature is a series of life, death, and rebirth’ spiel that guardians were known to give in these situations because... Well, It wasn’t like they’d really had time to address it before the truth about his soul had come out. That he wasn’t exactly human to begin with.

Virgil didn’t think that Guardians had ever had a situation like his before. There wasn’t a protocol for comforting a kidnapped guardian soul. It’d never been a possibility before!

So it wasn’t surprising then, that Virgil didn’t have any better of a time processing it.

His whole life, all that he’d known to be true, all that he’d believed in? Everything had been uprooted and turned on its head. He’d apparently been living a life that was not supposed to be.

Perhaps for the first time in two days, Virgil realized that the thought of his death at the end of the month had not been consistently worming into his brain. It had once been something he could never seem to stop thinking about.

The death indicated by his soul timer was now perhaps the farthest thing from his mind.

Perhaps the strangest thing so far was that he wasn’t alone anymore. He’d possibly had more physical contact with other people in the short two(three?) days since this adventure started then he’d had in the past 16 years.

And wasn’t it just the cherry on top that he’d also gotten nearly choked out by the very guardian accused of kidnapping his soul in the first place? And now he was considering trusting the damn guy.

Virgil hollowly wondered why he even cared.

Why did he care about staying alive now when he’s spent his whole life believing he never would? Up until two days ago, that belief had still been true. But now? Avoiding death was the goal, Logan had stated as much.

Really, would Virgil lose anything by trusting the banished guardian? Even if the guardian was trying to trick Virgil and got him killed, what difference would it make? That’d always been the goal before. What did he, Virgil, really have to lose?

If it happened that Virgil lived past his twentieth birthday, if he became a guardian like he was supposed to be in the first place. Would he want that? Did he want that?

He wasn’t sure. Didn’t know if he ever had been.

His life had been built on resignation to the inevitable. Nothing seemed to motivate him towards liking or hating that possibility. He was just that.

Indifferent.

And wasn’t that just the greatest revelation of the night? Finding out that you’re indifferent to living or dying.

Once this was all over, if Virgil lived that long, he would make a note to see a therapist. He knew very well that this kind of mindset was unhealthy to keep. It just couldn’t be helped that the nineteen years he’d lived with this particular affliction couldn’t be fixed by a few extra hugs and comforting words.

Even if he didn’t like the fact that death sounded like the more peaceful option.

His thoughts paused, mentally sighing at the downward spiral he’d caught himself in. It was tiring, and going nowhere.

‘For now,’ he decided, ‘I’m just going to see how this plays out. The Guardian said that none of the others remember the truth, or whatever. So, It’s a ‘he said-they said’ situation right now...’

‘I’ll have to keep an eye out for the guy that he warned me about, then. Who knows if he's as dangerous as The Guardian made him out to be. It’s hard to tell with the weird way he has to talk..’

Virgil paused again, a realization striking him. If he could have groaned, he would have. Not once had he been given or even remembered to ask for the name of said Guardian. What was he supposed to call the rogue Guardian now? He couldn’t just keep calling him The Guardian!

Amidst the disbelief of such a slip up, a foreign yet familiar feeling prodded questioningly at his conscious mind. Adding confusion into the mix of emotions, he returned the feeling with a questioning thought of his own.

He briefly heard the Guardian’s whispy voice once more, now acting with permission.

“You may call me Janus”

Then all at once, Virgil woke up.

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Chapter Nine

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #deceit sanders #lamp/calm #LAMPR/CALMR #LAMP/CALM + remy ‘sleep’ sanders #tw angst #tw long post #long fic #thelostguardianau #morally grey deceit #for the time being #the aim is that he reach sympathetic but trust aint that easy

[ask-fantasy-sanders-sides]

(Blocking the dragon witch if that even works anymore) Roman... Virgil's resisting sleep! It's literally to the point where he can DIE if he doesn't sleep (I'm not exaggerating)! Isn't it your knightly duty to make sure no one dies on your watch?

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Virgil is getting some rest!

Roman is falling really hard

You fools, have you forgotten Patton’s warning so quickly??? “Virgil is very cuddly and talks in his sleep!”

Song is ‘Love’, from Robin Hood!

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[adrift-in-thyme]

What is a thing First could do with each Chain member to bond with them individually?

Sky: flying with their loftwings. First enjoys nothing more than flying with Crimson and Sky shares that love. They feel alive up there. And Sky loves how First’s face lights up when they climb higher or pull a daring trick.

(Everyone else is suffering minor heart attacks lol. These two are daredevils when it comes to heights.)

Time: First likes listening to Time play his ocarina. It soothes him. And it almost feels like he’s being offered a glimpse into Time’s soul. The hero is opening up to him by sharing his songs and that’s very special to First (and Time too. He appreciates that First realizes what he’s doing and what a big deal it is. His songs are extremely personal to him.)

Sometimes First will join in with his violin. He doesn’t play as much after his imprisonment, but it always feels good to do it again.

Wild: shield surfing! Wild teaches First how and he LOVES it. Once he gets the hang of it, he’s insanely good too. The two love competing for who can go the fastest. The rest of the heroes can’t help wondering how this serious, angsty knight can be so chaotic lol

Legend: First gets a kick out of learning about and trying Legend’s different weapons and tools. When Legend trusts him enough to show him his collection First is like a kid in a candy shop lol. He tries to play it cool but inside he’s like “aaahhh COOL GADGETS” XD He’s never had this many tools at his disposal before.

And Legend tries to act annoyed but everyone knows he’s very proud of his vast collection and quite enjoys showing it off

Twilight: riding horses. First rode in his Hyrule, since loftwings weren’t their primary mode of travel. But flying always came more naturally to him and he’s pretty rusty on it. Twilight helps him get comfortable again and pretty soon they’re racing each other around Lon Lon Ranch (Time and Malon join in too sometimes. Malon beats them all lol.)

Warriors: comparing battle strategies/teasing each other. Once they get comfortable with one another, two are very much brothers. They could tease one another all day long. But they deeply respect each other too. And sharing tried and true battle strategies is something they do a lot

Hyrule: exploring. First is more cautious than Rulie is on this kind of thing (I imagine if he had a game, you’d gain a map of each area as you go. Kinda like you do in Skyward Sword and Majora’s Mask). And he absolutely HATES caves. But Hyrule is so brave and passionate about seeing new places that sometimes he can’t resist going off with him. He usually ends up learning about some new monster (and even that not all monsters are as bad as they look) or survival skill from the traveler. And that only adds to his admiration for him

Four: discussing magic and how the Four Sword works. First is naturally curious about how magical things work and so is Four. The two of them can have long, in-depth conversations about it and never get bored. And once First knows what the Four Sword does he wants to know everything about it. He’s fascinated.

Wind: sharing adventure stories. Wind thinks First is awesome and he wants to hear all about his past experiences. First shares as much as he’s comfortable with (he appreciates Wind’s interest even if he thinks his admiration is misplaced) and in turn, asks about Wind’s adventures. The sailor is all too eager to share his own tales of heroism.

#thanks for the ask!! #this was fun to think about #trin answers #lovely bumblebeekitten #asks #first meets the chain au #linkeduniverse #lu chain #lu first

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Ooo how about the word elation?

Link cried out in elation as his arrow hit the target dead center. "Papa, look, did you see?"

Abel smiled, patting his little boy on the back. "Excellent job, son. You're almost as good a shot as me."

#ehhh close enough to three sentences LOL #you ask skye answers #lovely bumblebeekitten #breath of the wild link #botw link #breath of the wild #abel #legend of zelda #writing #ask game

[ethospathoslogan]

there will come a poet: chapter seven (a vampire sanders sides fanfiction)

A/N: story of my life, this chapter was supposed to be longer!! but, not only was i getting antsy to post a chapter, but what you’re about to read became a lot more narratively important than originally planned and, because what’s coming next is fairly dramatic, i wanted each moment to stand alone!!!

ALSO this is something i should've been doing from the prologue, but i have to give a huuuuuuge thank you to my friend bee ( @bumblebeekitten )!! she has been beta-reading this fic for me from the start, and has been the one hearing out my ideas, helping me piece together the plot, and giving me ideas as well!!! this fic would literally not be what it is now without her and, for that, i must give her all my thanks and love <3

summary: Virgil finally looked back down at him. “Why do you like the rain?”

ships: moxiety stans come get ur slowburn juice (also eventual logince)

WC: 1,976

content: light death mention

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On Patton’s fifth morning in the Anguine Kingdom, it was raining.

It took a moment for him to realize it as he drowsily looked out the window in his room but, as he watched the rain drops drip from the canopy above and could just catch the sight of grey clouds through the gaps in the leaves, his heart surged.

He loved the rain.

Grabbing his cloak, he quietly made his way out of the guest corridor and through where the brothers rested. As he was walking down the stairs, he only faltered momentarily when he found Virgil already sitting on one of the cushioned benches in the parlor, his dark eyes trained on the rainy skies as well.

And then, Patton smiled and continued down the stairs.

“Morning, Virgil,” he said, his voice soft as he came up beside him.

Virgil, looking up at him, gave him a small smile. “Oh, hey Patton.”

Patton sat on the other end of the bench. “I didn’t expect to see you down here,” he said. “Thought you’d be sleeping.”

Virgil chuckled. “I could say the same to you.”

“I’m just an early riser!”

“And I barely sleep.”

“I can see that!” When Virgil gave a shrug, Patton giggled. “But are you enjoying the weather, too?”

“Oh-” Virgil looked back out the window “-Uh, just thinking, really.”

“About what?”

A hesitation. “Nothing important.”

As Virgil kept his eyes on the rain droplets tapping against the window, Patton took it as a sign to not push the subject.

So, instead, Patton looked out the window as well.

“I love the rain.” He put a finger to the window and followed a raindrop as it travelled downwards.

Virgil moved his gaze to Patton. “You do?”

“Always have.” He smiled. “Back home, I always liked to go outside when it rained. Well, more like sneak out because, you know, princely duties, but Logan always covered for me!”

Virgil laughed slightly. “Didn’t take him for the renegade type.”

“He has a little rebellion in him!” Patton laughed, too. “Just don’t tell him I told you.”

“Secret’s safe with me,” Virgil said with a smirk.

Patton beamed.

Virgil then cleared his throat, looking back out the window. “Do you want to? Go outside, I mean.”

“Oh! I- I was planning to, but if I can’t or-”

“You can if you want. You’re not trapped.” Virgil hesitated before adding, “I mean, if you’re uncomfortable or anything, I can go with you…”

Patton smiled. “I’m not uncomfortable,” he said, “But you can still join me. If you want.”

“Oh-” Virgil scratched the back of his neck “-Uh, yeah.”

“Great!” He then stood and offered his hand out to Virgil. “Shall we?”

Virgil eyed his hand. “You haven’t seen much of the capital city, right?”

Patton shook his head. “Other than the Wall? Not really.”

“Well-” Virgil took Patton’s hand and pulled himself up. The sudden flush to Patton’s cheeks distracted him enough from the coldness of Virgil’s hand. “-I can show you around. Won’t be as nice as it once was, but...”

“I don’t mind,” Patton said with a smile before remembering to take his hand away.

As Virgil opened the large castle doors, Patton relished in the cool morning breeze that blew in. The summer air was tempered by the gentle rain and Patton, equally calm, stepped out onto the stone steps.

“It’s beautiful out,” he said softly, looking out at the capital city down below before back at Virgil, who still lingered in the doorway. “Don’t you think?”

Virgil stared up at the canopy, still shrouding the kingdom in shadows but occasionally breaking through to grey clouds. “I guess.”

As Virgil stepped up beside him, Patton looked back out at the kingdom. “I think the trees are giving us some shelter,” he said. “You can hear how hard the rain’s hitting the leaves.” He breathed in deep. “It’s… calming.” 

Still, though, he gave an exaggerated frown as the raindrops blurred his glasses. Pushing them up on his head, holding back his curls from sticking to his forehead, he turned to Virgil and smiled. 

“You ready?”

Virgil’s eyes passed over his face before he sharply looked forward again. “Try not to trip,” he mumbled.

“I’ll do my best!” 

As Virgil led him down the spiralling steps (with Patton being extra careful to not slip on the stone), he said, “I don’t- I don’t have an actual tour or anything like that. If Roman was here, he’d probably have more to say. Might surprise you, but he was our, uh, socialite.”

Patton giggled. “Never would have guessed,” he joked. “But were you super busy? You know, back then?”

“Not really,” Virgil said, shrugging. “Just… didn’t go out a lot. Still know the kingdom, though.”

Patton nodded. “I don’t need a tour anyway,” he said. “I’m just happy out here!”

Virgil chuckled. “I can tell.”

When they reached the courtyard, Patton pointed down one of the side paths to the right that lead to the Vine Wall. “I’ve been there, and that’s about it!”

“Then let’s try to make things interesting,” Virgil said, and led Patton to the left.

The main thing Patton noted about the kingdom was that it was quiet. Always quiet, and always still. It was a small kingdom already—mainly consisting of a large capital city—and, after all this time, it seemed more like the brothers had come second to the foliage. Ivy clawed up the walls of the dilapidated buildings, and those closer to the Wall had been taken over by the vines as well. Most of the paths and stonework had become overcome by roots and weeds, and Patton had to watch his footing to make sure his feet didn’t snag.

“What was it like?” He asked after a couple minutes of walking. “Growing up in the middle of the forest.”

“Quiet. Isolated,” Virgil answered. “The Anguine Kingdom has been here for almost three centuries, but-” and he vaguely gestured to the city around them “-we don’t really have a lot to work with. I guess we could’ve tried to make villages farther out but, I don’t know, we did just fine with our capital city. For the most part.”

Patton worried his bottom lip, nodding. Before the climactic battle and the fall of the Anguine Kingdom, they had been a source of trade and commerce for the Hartt Kingdom. Even for a smaller kingdom, almost miniscule compared to the Hartt capital and all its attached villages, the Anguine Kingdom was once pivotal.

And then things changed, and the Hartt Kingdom adapted.

Patton kept his mouth shut about that, though.

“Did you like living out here?”

Virgil shrugged. “It was fine,” he said. “Again, didn’t really go out much.”

Patton nodded. He hesitated before saying, “Can I ask why?”

The Hartt legend said that the fourth son—that Virgil —hid away inside the castle because of the prophecy surrounding his birth, that the Queen’s death and the darkness that followed were only omens for worse things to come.

Patton found himself wanting to know Virgil’s side of it.

“It was just better for everyone if I… stayed away.” Virgil looked down, his steps slowing to a halt. “I’m not really… good company to have.”

Patton stopped in front of him. “I think you’re doing just fine.”

Virgil huffed out a dry laugh. “What about your legends? What do they think?”

Patton frowned. “That’s the past.”

“Is it?” Virgil arched an eyebrow. “You don’t know me like everyone else did.”

He took a step closer. “Well, what if I want to know who you are now?”

“There’s no difference,” Virgil said, crossing his arms.

“But… I think there is,” Patton pushed, his tone gentle. “I can’t… change things, what you think or- or what the past says but… I know what’s in front of me.” A pause. “I know you’re not as bad as you think.”

Virgil scoffed, sharply looking away. “Figured all that out so quickly, huh?”

Patton bristled. “I’m just telling you what I see!”

“Well I don’t see it!” Virgil, exasperated, dragged a hand through his hair. “Don’t think I don’t appreciate you trying but- but this has been my life for a hundred years! I…” He trailed off, shaking his head. His dark bangs clung to his forehead and, once again, he shoved them out of the way. “I’m sorry, it’s just…”

Patton bit his bottom lip. “Just what?”

A hesitation.

“I want to believe you,” Virgil finally said, quiet. “That there’s something-” He gestured to himself “-Here but… people get hurt when they’re around me, and that’s a pretty fucking hard thing to just forget about. If you stick around, and something happens...”

Patton frowned, tugging at the edges of his cloak. “But can we just make decisions on… what-if’s?”

“Patton,” Virgil warned, “You don’t know what you’re getting into.”

“What if I want to?”

The air in between them was suddenly still.

Whatever Patton was getting into, the way his heart hammered against his chest made it feel like he was falling.

Virgil’s voice was low as he asked, “You don’t give up easily, do you?”

“Sorry,” Patton whispered.

“Don’t be.”

Patton’s eyes widened as Virgil looked up at the sky, shutting his eyes as the rain dripped onto his forehead. 

For a moment, the silence between them felt like it would last an eternity.

“I hated the rain when I was a kid,” Virgil finally said. “My mother died the day I was born, and it stormed so badly for the next month that everything—farming, trade, commerce—plummeted.” He paused, his hands clenching. “A bad omen, you know? Cursed, even. And, after, it’s not like things were suddenly fine. I can’t just… ignore the signs.” 

“You said you used to hate the rain,” Patton said quietly. “What changed?”

Virgil shrugged. “I grew up, maybe. Got used to it.”

Patton’s heart cinched.

Virgil finally looked back down at him. “Why do you like the rain?”

“Virgil, if you’re uncomfortable or- or sad, we don’t have to talk about this...”

“No,” Virgil said, shaking his head. “I- I want to know.”

Patton studied him for a moment longer. “Well,” he began, and couldn’t help but smile, “Because our gardens always looked best after the rain. Because it was the best time to try and catch frogs out by the pond. Because we had this huge weeping willow tree that was just so peaceful to sit under. It always felt like the world just paused. The rain makes it easy to… breathe, and just be. I think the rain refreshes us… takes the weight off the world’s shoulders for a little while.”

Virgil stared at him for a long time.

And then, finally, his lips turned up into a small smile.

“Not what I expected,” he said.

Patton laughed sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. “I just really love the rain.”

“It’s… different.”

His smile fell. “Is that bad?”

Virgil quickly shook his head. “I- No, it isn’t. I… I like it. It’s new.”

“Well,” Patton said, his smile returning, “New can be fun. Good.”

Virgil nodded, glancing away before meeting Patton’s eyes again. “I guess I’ll try to take your word on it.”

When the pair were finally walking back to the castle, the rain starting to come down a little harder, Patton instinctively gasped as his foot snagged a root and, even with his glasses on top of his head, he could see that the forest floor was coming in fast, and-

And Virgil immediately caught him on the forearm, his grip cold yet secure.

“Thanks,” Patton said, blushing as he looked up at Virgil.

Virgil raised an eyebrow. “Told you to be careful.”

He grinned. “Well, it’s good that you were here, then!”

Virgil faintly smiled, too, as Patton righted himself, before both continuing on their way.

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #moxiety #virgil sanders #patton sanders #stuff i write #vampire au 2.0 #we're officially in it for the long haul my dudes

[delimeful]

Hiya! Don’t know if I’m doing this right at all and someone’s probably asked this already so sorry I’m advance. But if you feel so inclined can you just imagine Virgil explaining roller coasters bc my dumb brain is just like?! Anyways love your work and just wanted to say thanks for being so freaking awesome. Sorry for taking up your time ^~^

here we are again with the asks that inspired or prompted certain parts of Cultural Differences! thank you all so much for your asks! :D

@kaytikitty​ said:

Virgil and Logan discussing the planet Earth and Virgil explaining how things work

Anonymous said:

Why Virgil was in space, how was he captured, what happened when they took him out of the cell, and his perspectives of first meeting Patton - Winbar requests prompt Choose any of them I just thought I would give you a variety to choose from.

Anonymous said:

For WIBAR prompts, could you do Virgil and Logan bonding? It could be either due to a threat or just them talking about space and stuff

@bumblebeekitten​ said:

Does Virgil ever talk about his family to the others? Was he abducted from earth or maybe born on a space station/colony?

Anonymous said:

U should know that my mind starts singing Hozier very time I read CCFTD :D which btw I LOVE how u write loving idiot protective Roman, and if u still would like a prompt for WIBAR I would love some Virge n Logan interactions. Imagine Lo would have many questions for a deathworlder... 💜 ur writing :)

@battleblaze​ said:

WIBAR Virgil starts to think of tall places as safe even once they get it sorted out. He sits on the fridge sometimes. Others: “Is this normal behavior for humans?” Virgil: “Look, it’s normal enough for me, and that’s all you’re getting” *Logan off to the side going “primate instincts-high places=safe???”

@enby-phoenix​ said:

It would be good to see the boys work through their trauma. Virgil learns that Logan is Not Like those other scientists, and Roman learns that Virgil is Not Like those other humans. Bonding happens. Roman and Virgil stop feeling like the other is going to try to kill them at any moment.

Also, we've had chapters from each of the other three bois perspectives, and I'd love to see one from Logan's.

Anonymous said:

For WIBAR, maybe some stuff with Logan helping Virgil out with figuring out what happened to him when he was captive and maybe some bonding????

@justanotherpurplebutterfly said:

WIBAR: does Logan teach Virgil more Common? Does Virgil also start to learn Roman's and Logan's languages?

#asks #wibar #wibar int: cd #queue

[adrift-in-thyme]

Something I noticed is that when Twi is getting snappy and upset at the poking, wild is quick to back off but also points out subtly that he wasn't TRYING to poke to upset him, just to be teasing and light hearted. Com👏mu👏ni👏ca👏tion!

Yay for communication!

Honestly, it shows how much better Wild’s doing. Not long ago we saw him disobey orders, nearly get himself killed, and blow up at Four. But now that Twilight is out of the woods (at least, for the moment) and they’ve been able to wind down a little, he’s more himself again. And though his platonic love language is poking the proverbial bear (or…I guess wolf), he doesn’t want to take it too far.

He also doesn’t want Twilight ruminating on the terror and darkness he just endured either, which I think is why he teases him about “trying to be serious.” He’s trying to find a balance between being just flat out annoying and “lifting spirits.”

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Is anyone gonna else point out how casually Wild talked about his own death and getting back up again? I thought it was hilarious.

But now we know just a bit more on how much he's told the chain, they know he died. But he didn't go into the very specific details given Legend didn't know who Mipha was when he started to tease Wild about having her diary.

I love that too! Our boy’s really over there just like, “yup I died and came back to life. I’m pretty darn cool.” XD

His whole energy in the update is great. He’s so happy that Twi’s alive again that he’s practically bouncing off the walls. And his teasing little brother attitude is more prominent than I think we’ve ever seen. It feels like I’m playing botw again, cracking up at whatever snarky remarks Wild answers the npcs with lol

And that’s so true! I guess now we know he was telling the truth in this panel

Makes me wonder if one of the Chain asked him about his scars. I can’t imagine them prying much, given their own experiences, but maybe one of them pulled him aside and asked gently? Or maybe Wild just alluded to it early on. From his behavior in botw it seems he doesn’t put much energy into hiding things (looking at you Mr. “Yeah random npc I’m the Hero, the Chosen One, the Bearer of the Master Sword. Any more questions?”). So it doesn’t surprise me that he’d let it slip that he’s already had a run in with death.

(He probably joked about it lol)

Mipha, however, is much more personal than his own death. He basically faced death and conquered it. But the ghosts of his past, the fractured memories of people he once knew (and maybe even loved)? They inflict too much pain for him to face just yet.

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