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pokeberry5 · 3 months
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boy hostage (spiritual successor to this)
big brother to the rescue:
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topspin-the-fuzzy · 1 year
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Oops https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z1y2AIMZpMU&ab_channel=TopSpinTheFuzzy Now with sound and such
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saltpepperbeard · 6 months
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What he says: You weren't a dick. Life's a dick.
What he means: I know there's way more beneath the surface. I know our unique trials and tribulations have scarred us so deep. Our trauma wants us to hurt. Life wants us to hurt. But I know in my heart that we don't want to hurt each other. I know we're both here.
I also know you struggle—as do I. I understand. I see you. And I love you, too.
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disco-tea · 7 months
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“Everyone leaves him in the end.”
Lockwood & Co (2023)
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tordlepower · 2 years
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idiot
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gallifreyanhotfive · 7 months
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beepboopappreciation · 5 months
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My hand slipped
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interstellartooru · 6 months
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Baldur's Gate 3 Companions: Gale Dekarios
Mystra would consider...forgiveness?
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skyward-floored · 2 months
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(Comes directly after this)
“Link!”
He looks up at the shout, and watches distantly as Tune and Mask both run out from camp to meet him, relief on their faces.
“Captain, the battle ended hours ago, we couldn’t find you anywhere!” Tune says with a worried note to his voice, clasping Link’s arm, “Impa and Lana are both going nuts, we must have searched camp three times. We thought something had happened to you!”
Link feels a flicker of guilt.
“Sorry,” he murmurs, lowering his head. “I was... held up.”
He knew he should have gone back to camp immediately after getting away from Cia, but he’d found himself dragging his feet. The battle had already ended by the time she was gone, and Link had slowly wandered back to camp, running over Cia’s words, studying every bit, trying to find any hint that they were just lies meant to unsteady him.
The dragon knight Volga is your father, Link.
The words still sent a sick feeling shooting through his stomach.
“Well... where were you all this time?” Tune asks, and Mask narrows his eyes.
“You’re not hurt, are you?” he asks sharply, and Link shakes his head, meeting Mask’s eyes to try and reassure him he’s not lying. “Oh good. That means I can do this.”
Mask whips a leg out and kicks him in the shin, making Link yelp in pain as he nearly doubles over.
“Mask! Why did you do that?!” he asks, clutching at his leg that will no doubt soon be a lovely shade of purple. How does such a small kid have so much leg strength?!
“He was worried, captain, we all were,” Tune says more sympathetically, though he’s wearing an amused grin. It fades after a minute though, and he studies Link with a calculating look, eyes darting across his face. “So what actually happened?”
Link looks between the two of them, and swallows as he releases his leg.
“Cia. She had me alone.”
Tune and Mask both freeze, any amusement on their faces turned immediately to a mix of concern and fear.
“Did she do anything?” Mask asks urgently, grabbing at his arm.
Link hesitates, and Mask’s grip tightens.
“Captain. What did she do?” Mask demands as Tune looks at him in worry, and Link closes his eyes. There’s no harm in telling them, he supposes.
“She... said she knew who my parents were,” he whispers.
Tune breathes out a quiet oh, and Mask looks at Link with a strange expression on his face, something flashing in his eyes. Tune’s hand slips down to hold Link’s hand instead of his arm, and Link finds the contact bracing.
“Did she tell you?” Tune asks in a quiet voice. “Do you know—”
“—We should have this conversation inside,” Mask says, cutting Tune off, and Link doesn’t protest when he grabs his and Tune’s hands, tugging them into camp.
Relieved voices meet them when the men catch sight of Link, obviously glad he’s alive. Someone claps him on the back so hard he nearly falls over, and Link plasters a smile on his face whenever someone calls out to him, ignoring the rock in his stomach.
All he really wants to do is curl up in his cot and be left alone.
“Captain!” a new voice calls, and Link sees a flurry of activity as both Lana and Impa run up. There’s varying levels of relief on each of their faces, and Link feels another wave of guilt hit his stomach as Sheik joins them as well.
“Are you alright?” Lana asks, out of breath as she runs up. “I thought I had sensed Cia’s magic, we’d begun to think the worst, Link! Was she here? Did you fight her?”
“Are you injured?” Impa asks, and Link gives a small shake of his head.
“...Link? Is something wrong?” Sheik asks next, studying his face with a concerned look in her eyes. Link swallows, knowing his emotions are probably all over his face and giving him away, but he’s unable to dredge up the energy to school his expression.
“He’s fine, just lost track of time coming back,” Mask quickly speaks up, and gives Link’s arm a tug. “But he’s very tired now and could use some rest, so if you’ll excuse us.”
Mask begins to tug him away, though Tune falls back and talks to the three women behind them for a minute. Link only catches a glimpse of their expressions, but Tune must have said Cia was involved if the alarm on their faces is any indication.
Tune rejoins them shortly, and they make the rest of the trek to their tent in silence. Once Link is seated on his cot and the flap is safely closed, Mask whirls on him with his hands on his hips.
“Alright. What did she say?” he demands, and Link closes his eyes.
“Don’t push him Mask, if he doesn’t want to say then he doesn’t have to,” Tune says pointedly, then looks back at Link. “...Captain?”
Link breaths out, and wearily reopens his eyes.
“It’s okay. You two can know.”
He sighs, and runs a hand down his scarf, thumbing along the embroidery along the edge. His fingers skirt the symbol in the middle, and it’s a few moments before he speaks.
“Cia... she said a lot of things. You know how she is. But before she left, she said that m-my father... he’s Volga,” he gets out, and Mask and Tune’s eyes both go huge.
There’s a beat of silence.
“The... the dragon knight?” Mask says in disbelief, and Link swallows, nodding.
Mask looks like he’s two seconds from exploding, but Tune merely sits down, looking thoughtful.
“That... actually sort of makes sense,” he says, and Mask whirls towards him.
“What?” he screeches. “What makes sense about his dad being a dragon? How does that even work?! He isn’t even human all the time, how did that— does that mean you’re like, part-dragon?!”
“Mask, stop, listen,” Tune says, giving him a light punch. “Look, the Captain never gets tired when it’s hot, and when it’s cold we can barely get him to do anything. He’s insanely good at that fire rod, and I think he and Volga have almost the same hair color, now that I think about it. Plus... he always burns our food,” he tacks on with a smile. “It’s not that crazy.”
“No I’m pretty sure it is,” Mask says flatly.
“Your dad was a tree, you have no ground to stand on in regards to craziness,” Tune says pointedly.
Mask glares. “Well your dad was a boat-king-ghost thing. And the other guy is a treasure-obsessed weirdo.”
“I’m not actually related to either of them though,” Tune points out, and Mask scoffs.
“You think I was actually related to the Deku tree? Not the point, Sailor.”
Tune rolls his eyes but doesn’t argue, and Mask looks over at where Link has been quietly sitting while they talk.
His face softens a little, worry once again shimmering in his gaze. Link realizes he and Tune are both staring at him, and he breaths out again.
“Are you, uh... doing okay?” Tune asks, and Link lets out a dry chuckle.
“I don’t know. How are you even supposed to react to the news that your father is a dragon?”
“Uh... I mean I think it’s pretty neat?” Tune admits, then scratches awkwardly at his neck. “Apart from him being... evil, and having nearly killed you a few times now, of course. I know a good dragon back home who’s pretty cool.”
“Do you think you could breathe fire?” Mask asks, and Link shrugs.
“I don’t even know how I would go about doing that.”
“Maybe Volga would have some tips,” Tune says, then looks a little awkward. “Uh... I mean... when he isn’t trying to kill us all.” He puts a hand over his eyes. “...Ah geez. I’m sorry, Captain. This can’t be easy for you.”
Link looks down at his hands, idly studying his skin and all the random little scars that adorn them. There are several from various nicks in training, small grazes from weapons in battle, the odd accident as a child. None are due to burns though, except for a small patch on his left arm, right by his wrist.
Where some of Volga’s flame broke through before the Triforce of Courage shielded Link.
He breathes out again.
“Yeah,” he admits quietly. “I guess so.”
Tune and Mask go silent, and nobody says anything for a moment.
Then a hand places itself in Link’s, small, but just as scarred as his own. Another joins it, tanned and rough from salty air, and Link looks at the two of them, both giving him encouraging looks.
“This doesn’t change anything,” Tune says firmly, giving Link’s hand a squeeze. “Your father’s actions and identity don’t define yours. You’re still a hero, Captain, and our friend. Half dragon or not.”
Mask nods, and Link dredges up a smile for them, even though his mind is racing with the implications of this, and his chest aches with the weight of the information, even as Tune gives his shoulder a warm squeeze.
He’s half dragon.
And his father is on the same side of the war as Cia.
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shopwitchvamp · 1 year
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More of my favorite clothing designs, in response to some common sentiments on my last post: “I love your designs but I don’t wear skirts  :[ ”      -Don’t worry!! I also make awesome joggers!!! “These skater skirts are beautiful but I hate showing my legs..”      -No problem! I have ankle-length maxi skirts too!! And finally, in response to: “Please don’t put this on my dash again. Thanks”      -Ok!! Here’s a new post blazed in your honor! With any luck I've now put something different on your dash :D Thank you all again for looking! If you want to see more, you can do that -here-!
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chodoyodes · 1 year
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localpizza-bot · 2 years
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You’ll never guess what I did again
again again again I’m sorry my camera is terrible
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brightbrutality · 1 month
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I thought that it wouldn't phase me, but I'm running like a child
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minimallyminnie · 3 months
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Reading Ieyasu’s bday story and hurrah, momyoshi and fatherbunaga are back at it again
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draagu · 5 months
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Monk x Saint snugs n kissies?
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sure
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lookinghalfacorpse · 2 years
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veteri-mycosis
READ HERE on ao3
“I’m not kidding.”  Sam said, “If you set off a shrieker without giving me a head’s up first, I’ll assume you’re breaking in and I will come to kill you.  This prison has two main benefits.  The first is that no one knows its exact coordinates.  The second is the nature of who I am.  If a shrieker anywhere in the city goes off, I’m summoned to that spot to eliminate the threat, so I have a system in place to make sure I don’t kill visitors.”
(pandora’s vault is in the center of an ancient city, guarded by a warden hybrid.)
SO FAR:  4 chapters, 7k words.  more coming soon!
TRIGGER WARNINGS:   mentions of torture, descriptions of torture, descriptions of violence, descriptions of injury, panic attacks, ptsd, mentions of bones breaking (fingers), mentions of limb loss (fingers and legs), fungal infection, lung infection, overall gross things
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