#anon stories

[luimagines]

IT IS I! THE WIZARD!

I wanna write a story, but it would be weird to write so here it is:

(Warning: swearing)

A reader who can speak to the dead, can see spirits. They chat often with the villains because they hang around them often, and often ask the reader to tell the Links messages.

The reader collects cursed items, having the strange ability to quell the corrupting powers (for example, they can use Majora's Mask with no negative effect). So they have like cursed knives, Majora, a few shards of the mirror of twilight glued together (I know it's impossible but let me dreeeeaaam-), that kind of stuff.

So like, something like this would happen:

»»————-　★　————-««

Reader walks up to Four, listening to thr whispers of their spirit friend, Vaati. He had asked to give a message to Link, 'The short one that looks like a f*cked up kinstone', and Reader was too kind to say no. They always knew that spirits that lingered often suffered in pain. Maybe it would help Vaati pass on?

"Hey, Four." Reader said, and Four turned.

"Oh, hello, Reader. Do you need something?"

"I have a message for you." They said, eyes glowing a dim blue, like a luminous stone. "Vaati said 'You're a loser, no maidens?'"

Four passed, a mix of confusion and horror on his face. "I'm sorry, WHO told me WHAT?!"

»»————-　★　————-««

Reader held Majora in their hands, staring into the great yellow eyes, invested in its whispers. A cough pulled them out of their trance, and Time sat next to it, giving a caughtous glance at the mask. "You seem enamored with that thing."

"I do. . . don't i?" Reader said wistfully. They sighed. "Do you know what it's like. . . seeing the dead? Hearing their woes and being able to do. . . anything? It's painful, watching them suffer."

"Why do you keep it, of you know it's story?" Time asked, frowning. Reader sighed, running a hand on their head.

"You probably wouldn't understand." They explained. "Spirits are more complex than a dungeon clever could be. . . this one has taken a liking to me. . . or. . at least is trying to control me."

Time stiffened. "I've worn it, Majora. He always throws a fit when I do because he cannot invade my mind." Reader explained, turning back to Time and pointing at the marks under their eyes. "These marks are like the ones you have. Proof of my power over it."

Time huffed and Reader suddenly snapped their head back to the mask, eyes glowing blue. Time watched them nod to it, and slowly turn back to Time, eyes still glowing creepily as they slowly asked "He wants to know if you've become a mask salesman too. . ."

»»————-　★　————-««

"You've lost someone important to you. . . haven't you?" Reader asked Legend on night. He was on watch duty, and the others were asleep. He glared at Reader.

"What?" Legend asked, sounding offended.

"I don't mean to insult!" Reader said quickly. "It's just. . ." Their eyes turned blue, as they looked next to him. The familiar humming of a tune oh so forgien yet familiar to their ears clwas heard only by them, sung by the spirit next to Legend in the pretty blue dress and red hair. "I can see her. . . Was she close to you?"

Legend froze. "What the hell are you talking about? Is this some kind of sick joke?!"

Sensing and watching him grow angry, Reader gave a sympathetic smile. "She likes to hum a pretty tune, you know. as if she is trying tell you it's okay. She can't speak, sadly."

He continued to glare, about combust until they began to him the tune. That tune which he missed of so dearly. The tune he'd trade EVERYTHING he own To be around again.

Reader continued to hum the tune, closing their eyes and doing their best to match the woman's tune when she felt Legend shaking next to them. They stopped and opened their eyes to see him shaking, head in his hands.

"D-dont stop" He said, his voice breaking and shaking. Reader nodded and continued, and his shaking voice started to sing the lyrics softly, leaning into Reader. They wrapped their arms around them, providing some warmth, to comfort the tired, broken, hero, that the lady in blue could not anymore. . .

»»————-　★　————-««

Either blunt as a dull butter knife or extremely creepy, or comforting. No inbetween. They've got three looks. And That's IT.

Thats all. Thanks for comeing to my Ted talk

I mean.... this could be a pretty decent story if you chose to write it out.

Thank you for sending this in.

This would be like... every Link's worst nightmare. The idea that the people who taunted them and nearly destroyed everything they held dear is still dissing them from the beyond? Horrendous.

They will never be free.

#pinky replies #anon stories #to be completely honest #from a philosophical stand point #I have to disagree with Reader #If ghosts are people stuck in their ways from before they died #then the person who was alive is more complicated than their ghost #and the villains- while alive- chose to do bad #I can't bring myself to feel sorry for them #because they made their choice when they had the chance to change #and you know #not suck #even if it this is fictional and I'm probably taking this too seriously #it just rubbed me the wrong way #probably not the take away you wanted me to get from this #but now I'm here ^.^*

[noroviruses]

I have a very weak tummy, lots of issues with it, ever since I was young. I don’t really know when it became a kink buttttt it did. Thought I’d share a few things.

1. I’m almost always bloated and gassy with a tummy ache. When I have to shit, my stomach spasms a lot ( I have near constant diarrhea ) so I usually end up burping uncontrollably while I’m pooping.

2. I get sick really frequently, and when I do my belly bloats like CRAZY. I could eat anything snd my belly would decide it didn’t like it. I usually can tell when it’s coming because I start looking literally pregnant before getting sick and burpy.

Honestly today has been a bad belly today, I’m crazy bloated and none of yesterday’s food digested. I actually think I’m about to be sick from both ends so I’ll have to cut this short

anon!!!!! this just makes me wanna rub your belly and make you feel better.

#belly kink #🎺y asks #anon stories #tummy troubles

[windvexer]

I have an inkling that the doll i had as a child was some kind of spirit. They were very chill, but I could genuinely hear them in my mind, i brought them everywhere with me, i fed and washed them for 2 years. i had a spirit relationship when i was like 10 lmao

I can imagine so many spirits wished they got the same treatment these days!

#answered #anon stories

[cafecourage]

(Putting this in here again since I changed my mind at the very end and forgot to remove the reader-insert “label.” Also I’ve just noticed that my formatting didn’t copy over to Tumblr. I’ve fixed that too — it makes a little more sense this way)

Hi Enno! I already sent a happy birthday ask, but since you like to say that you “make friends by learning people’s weaknesses and making them yearn” I figured I’d try my hand at fan fiction as a birthday present! :)

(Yes I’m aware that I’m late, what’re you going to do about it?)

Warning: long ask

It was laundry day. Which of course meant that everyone was wandering around in spare outfits and getting up to mischief while waiting for their clothes to dry. Wolfie had shown up at some point and was playing with Wind and Hyrule. Sky, Warriors, Legend, and Time sat together opposite them — tending to their blades and watching the wolf and youngest(s) fondly. Wild had been cornered by a curious Four who had questions about his slate.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Sky nod and stand up. Sheathing his sword, you tried your damndest not to notice how the white tank top he was wearing was just a little tight, he stood and walked over to where you had been organizing your bag.

He stopped in front of you and you looked up, setting aside the organization for now.

“What’s up, Sky?” You asked you were not going to look anywhere but his eyes, you were not going to start blushing, you were not, you were NOT.

“The Old Man says we need some more firewood, but going by myself is boring.” You were going to go with him you couldn’t deny him most things, so what he did next was completely unnecessary.

Not that he knew that.

Sky bent down, held out his hand, gave you his best puppy eyes, tilted his head that action had NO RIGHT to be so adorable, and asked “keep me company?”

You felt heat rising to your cheeks, you couldn’t ignore it. You tried your hardest to swallow the butterflies in your stomach, and you looked anywhere but at his adorable face. “Sure, Sky. I don’t mind.”

You grabbed your sword and took his hand. And you ignored how he pulled you to your feet with ease. As the two of you walked into the forest.

You’d been chatting amiably for the last fifteen minutes or so, asking about Skyloft and being asked questions about your own home in return, when something grabbed your leg. It happened too fast for you to react, you’d been too absorbed in the conversation more specifically, you’d been too absorbed in listening to Sky talk.

Sky had startled when you’d been snagged, you hadn’t noticed your own shriek, but he had and it had broken his heart. His hand flew to his sword.

You were now being held by a giant moblin, your arms pressed uselessly, and painfully, to your sides. Belatedly, you registered that it’s height meant it had to be from Wild’s era and recalled its silver coloring. You didn’t even try to resist. Sky didn’t know why you weren’t fighting back but it did make him worry even more, but it was because your adrenaline filled state heightened your senses. You saw Sky preparing to fight and knew that you’d only get in his way if you squirmed. You also wanted to watch. You may have been grabbed in the blink of an eye, but the next ten seconds happened in slow motion.

Sky’s eyes darkened, his brows furrowed, and his jaw clenched. Pure, unadulterated rage flooded his system. He was not going to let this monster hurt you. He couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you. Especially on his watch. He drew his sword and charged.

Sky had been poised to slash straight through the moblin’s leg, but it used you as a shield. Sky felt his stomach drop. You knew you only survived due to his lightning fast reflexes. He knew it too and he hated that thought.

Sky’s entire aura shifted as he dodged you. While you’d been able to clearly see his fury before, now he was practically radiating bloodlust. Usually he was a very comforting, gentle presence. Even to some extent while he was fighting. Right now though, his aura was dangerous. The very air around him seemed to have an intense pressure to it.

You’d known all along of course, but the realization hit you like a ton of bricks all at once, that this man was extraordinary. Even by the standards of your little group. This man was a godslayer. And this, very mortal, moblin had taken the person he cared about most one of his dear friends.

And it was going to pay.

Sky’s sword arm shot up in between the moblin’s arm and body, removing the offending limb at the shoulder. There was no black blood. The moblin dropped you and Sky caught you easily. He cradled you to his chest with one arm as he raised his sword to strike again. You tried very hard to ignore how you could feel every muscle in his chest as he fought.

Sky tried very hard to ignore how nice it felt to finally get to hold you, even under these circumstances how tense you were and how you’d grimaced slightly when he’d made contact with your arm. The moblin’s grip had been so tight that Sky was worried you’d been injured.

You still had too much adrenaline in your system to notice the hand-shaped bruises forming on your biceps. You were also far too distracted by the fact that his heartbeat was right under your ear.

Sky killed the thing. You didn’t notice how, you just heard the thump as it’s body hit the ground. Sky sheathed his sword and gently sank to the ground, you were now in his lap.

“Let me see your arms,” his tone was gentle, and the air pressure around him was beginning to lessen, but it was definitely not a request. You couldn’t blame him. You did have a habit of downplaying injuries to avoid having to drink those vile potions. Nevertheless you complied, attempting to roll up your sleeves but stopped with a wince as the abused muscles protested movement.

The remaining anger in Sky’s features dropped, replaced now by worry, as he gently rolled them up for you to get a look. On both arms was a rapidly forming, hand-shaped bruise. Sky’s heart broke. He almost wanted to cry, he hated seeing you his friends in pain.

Sky reached into his pouch and produced a red potion. You tried to resist, insisting it wasn’t that bad, but you were cut off by his expression. It melted your heart and once again you found yourself unable to deny him you didn’t want to worry him, so you took it and drank.

Sky could tell the exact moment the potion did it’s work because you relaxed completely melting into him in a way that neither of you was ready to admit that you enjoyed.

You broke the contact first and stood up “thanks for saving me, Sky.” You offered him a hand as you smiled. If that was even possible, his expression softened further as he took it and let you pull him to his feet. “Anytime, Enno.” He said as he pulled your joined hands up to kiss your knuckles.

Epilogue: eventually the two of you started awkwardly chatting again as you finished gathering firewood and went back to camp. When you returned, both blushing and slightly avoiding each other, Legend prodded Warriors and pointed at the two of you, very clearly still avoiding your feelings for each other. Warriors sighed and handed over 20 rupees.

Happy Birthday! 🥳

- Glitter ✨

SO I FORGOT I HAD THIS AND IM SCREAMING ALL OVER AGAIN.

GLITTER WHY!!!

AND THANK YOU! Sorry for not answering so fast.

#twilight (not lu) speaks #Funfetti Cake #Anon Stories

[ohtobealady]

(5/5) His face has the unmistakable trace of his tears. But the anguish she has seen in him for days is gone from his eyes. His demeanor is now weak, but peaceful. Like a small child, almost - at least for now. She cannot help but mutter his name with exhaustion and fear, taking his hands in her trembling ones. "Maybe everything will look better in the morning" says Robert before leading her back into their room. But Cora is sure everything will remain the same the next day.

“Maybe everything will look better in the morning”

Oh, Anonny. Drop into my inbox any time 🥺

#anon stories #cobert

[endusviolence]

Rowling isn't denying holocaust. She just pointed out that burning of transgender health books is a lie as that form of cosmetic surgery didn't exist. But of course you knew that already, didn't you?

I was thinking I'd probably see one of you! You're wrong :) Let's review the history a bit, shall we?

In this case, what we're talking about is the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or in English, The Institute of Sexology. This Institute was founded and headed by a gay Jewish sexologist named Magnus Hirschfeld. It was founded in July of 1919 as the first sexology research clinic in the world, and was run as a private, non-profit clinic. Hirschfeld and the researchers who worked there would give out consultations, medical advice, and even treatments for free to their poorer clientele, as well as give thousands of lectures and build a unique library full of books on gender, sexuality, and eroticism. Of course, being a gay man, Hirschfeld focused a lot on the gay community and proving that homosexuality was natural and could not be "cured".

Hirschfeld was unique in his time because he believed that nobody's gender was either one or the other. Rather, he contended that everyone is a mixture of both male and female, with every individual having their own unique mix of traits.

This leads into the Institute's work with transgender patients. Hirschfeld was actually the one to coin the term "transsexual" in 1923, though this word didn't become popular phrasing until 30 years later when Harry Benjamin began expanding his research (I'll just be shortening it to trans for this brief overview.) For the Institute, their revolutionary work with gay men eventually began to attract other members of the LGBTA+, including of course trans people.

Contrary to what Anon says, sex reassignment surgery was first tested in 1912. It'd already being used on humans throughout Europe during the 1920's by the time a doctor at the Institute named Ludwig Levy-Lenz began performing it on patients in 1931. Hirschfeld was at first opposed, but he came around quickly because it lowered the rate of suicide among their trans patients. Not only was reassignment performed at the Institute, but both facial feminization and facial masculization surgery were also done.

The Institute employed some of these patients, gave them therapy to help with other issues, even gave some of the mentioned surgeries for free to this who could not afford it! They spoke out on their behalf to the public, even getting Berlin police to help them create "transvestite passes" to allow people to dress however they wanted without the threat of being arrested. They worked together to fight the law, including trying to strike down Paragraph 175, which made it illegal to be homosexual. The picture below is from their holiday party, Magnus Hirschfeld being the gentleman on the right with the fabulous mustache. Many of the other people in this photo are transgender.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of a group of people. Some are smiling at the camera, others have serious expressions. Either way, they all seem to be happy. On the right side, an older gentleman in glasses- Magnus Hirschfeld- is sitting. He has short hair and a bushy mustache. He is resting one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. His other hand is being held by a person to his left. Another person to his right is holding his shoulder.]

There was always push back against the Institute, especially from conservatives who saw all of this as a bad thing. But conservatism can't stop progress without destroying it. They weren't willing to go that far for a good while. It all ended in March of 1933, when a new Chancellor was elected. The Nazis did not like homosexuals for several reasons. Chief among them, we break the boundaries of "normal" society. Shortly after the election, on May 6th, the book burnings began. The Jewish, gay, and obviously liberal Magnus Hirschfeld and his library of boundary-breaking literature was one of the very first targets. Thankfully, Hirschfeld was spared by virtue of being in Paris at the time (he would die in 1935, before the Nazis were able to invade France). His library wasn't so lucky.

This famous picture of the book burnings was taken after the Institute of Sexology had been raided. That's their books. Literature on so much about sexuality, eroticism, and gender, yes including their new work on trans people. This is the trans community's Alexandria. We're incredibly lucky that enough of it survived for Harry Benjamin and everyone who came after him was able to build on the Institute's work.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of the May Nazi book burning of the Institute of Sexology's library. A soldier, back facing the camera, is throwing a stack of books into the fire. In the background of the right side, a crowd is watching.]

As the Holocaust went on, the homosexuals of Germany became a targeted group. This did include transgender people, no matter what you say. To deny this reality is Holocaust denial. JK Rowling and everyone else who tries to pretend like this isn't reality is participating in that evil. You're agreeing with the Nazis.

But of course, you knew that already, didn't you?

Edit: Added image IDs. I apologize to those using screen readers for forgetting them. Please reblog this version instead.

#transgender #trans history #transsexual #transphobia #Magnus Hirschfeld #holocaust #holocaust denial #book burning #j.k. rowling #jk rowling #just in case you missed what i mean by all this: go fuck yourself anon :) #trans people have always existed #and we will always exist #if you really wanna pick a fight with me over well-documented history then you better bring in some sources to back your shit #queer history #queer #lgbt+ #lgbta+ #lgbt #lgbt history #edit: i finally got around to those damn image IDs. i am so very sorry for totally forgetting that's my bimbo moment of the month #also real quick i thought about adding an image of the actual building but the only one i can find has a Nazi parade in front of it #it was taken the day of the book burning raid and honestly if i were to include it then i'd add it to the first few paragraphs #and i think the story's better told when you uphold the hope Magnus Hirschfeld and all the researchers he worked with had #also keeps being brought up: yes Hirschfeld was a eugenicist. it was a popular belief set that was only discredited after WW2 #Hirschfeld died in 1935. he literally didn't live long enough to see science turn against those beliefs and practices #considering how he changed his mind on transitions i like to think he would've changed his mind on eugenics too if he'd lived

[lovelykhaleesiii]

The more I think about that story the more is coming flooding back, I think it was like 7/8 years ago as well 😅

I remember them sitting down and sliding our drinks over so they could sit there stuff down and I yelled “wit you fucking doing?” Like the subway was nearly empty, and there was loads of seats and tables? They could have say anywhere. I told Scott T he was “old enough to be my fucking da” and told Jordan he looks 12 years old and to be quite cause the adults were talking🤣🤣 my friend also told ‘mr Magaluf’ she’d batter him if he kept touching her thigh *we were wearing bikinis as this was next to the beach*

omg this sounds horrific, what asswipes LMAO

#anon asks #anon stories

[glittter-vamp]

Ooh. I actually have a fun spooky story about my basement. So my house is like old old. Like built in 1908 old. And the basement is just where my cats are fed and where they take shits. (Those two things are separated) Anyways, my annoying chonker cat kept stealing my other cats food. So we put a camera down there to get her in action. And it picks up movement and turns on automatically. And on October 31st 2020. There were white dots going all throughout the basement looking like ghosts flying through the ceiling. Like, in every direction for a minute straight. It was creepy and cool as fuck.

That sounds awesome!! 👻

#asks #anon stories

[scurviesdisneyblog]

𝙿𝚒𝚡𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚝Ｉ(1995 - 2009)

#requested by anon #pixar #pixar concept art #pixar animation #toy story #a bug's life #toy story 2 #monsters inc #finding nemo #the incredibles #cars #ratatouille #wall-e #up #concept art #art #animation #animation art #artwork #illustration #disney #disney concept art #disney animation #pixar animation studios #mine

[kedreeva]

uh, okay. i'm very scared to ask but : rabbit that's not really a rabbit...?

yeah, there's, like. a small god, shaped like a rabbit, that lives in my yard. I would say it's a normal rabbit except it's not. It won't move from my driveway if I'm trying to drive out and it was there first. I can walk up within a few feet of it, and it will turn and just look at me like what do you want? It's the only rabbit that freaks the hell out of all my birds, they CANNOT be directed or communicated with when this rabbit comes around, they will do nothing but stand on alert and stare at it making a soft warning call. I've caught it SEVERAL times now standing nose to nose with one of my peacocks, and it just looks at me and walks away when I catch them. hawks and falcons and eagles and owls constantly pass over my yard, and it is full of rabbits that do not hide from them, and I've never seen evidence of one being taken. You know the moment you walk into a very dark room and maybe it's a room you've been in before and maybe you don't believe in ghosts, but also it's still dark and your little leftover lizard hindbrain goes "anything could be inside of here waiting for me" the second before you turn on the light? It's like that feeling, except in the shape of a rabbit. i didn't ask for any of that.

#rabbits #asks #anon asks #horror #it's not like I'm going to kick it out #but that rabbit is absolutely not my business #the studio ghibli effect where your whole body fluffs up in fear #is what i wish I could do when I realize oh It's You again #stories about ked's life

[tia-222]

My void sucess story

HII TIA!!! I can barely contain my excitement as I type this but I got into the void and manifesting my dream life. You @gorgeouslypink and @charmedreincarnation are my absolutely favorite blogs, and I couldn’t have done it without y’all. I think charm and pink are on break so I’m gonna send this to you I hope that’s okay.

Quick backstory: I’ve been in this community since the OGs, angel, Cleo, maya etc. I’ve seen all the dumb drama, the liars, the successful people, the exposing, and etc. I’m just sharing this because people think having bad experiences can hinder you from getting your desires and I’m here to remind you nope that it can’t. Nothing can. I had a phase where I would ugly cry trying to make sure all the success stories are true….I became a cop and started looking for inconsistencies on pages and liars to help me feel better. Which it didnt, It drove me mad, and I lost faith.

Until… I read pink’s doubt post which was God sent. Her entire page is God sent tbh and I recommend it to everyone. After I felt better and realized outside of tumblr people have gotten into the void, I decided I’m gonna be the next success story. So I went on your lovely page because I don’t think there isn’t a method you haven’t talked about.

You’re so educated and conduct amazing research on everything, we truly don’t deserve you Tia. Thank you for all your hard work. Anyways I was feeling good! I had so many methods to choose from, I felt like a fat kid at a candy store. And I decided my logical brain needed a logical method so I went with lucid dreaming.

This is where charm comes in. I read her lucid dreaming guide and it is literally also God sent so thank you so much for that. She had a method I had never heard of called SSILD, and even made a post about that as well… like I felt like the universe was handing me everything on a silver platter. And I saw another post that her and pink talked about using a reclining chair. So I combined SSILD with that method to make an ultimate one. And on the second day of trying I entered a lucid dream, asked a dream character to take me to the void and then manifested my dream life.

What I manifested: my dream house, dream family, dream body and face, dream amount of money, money always coming to my family and I’s bank account out of nowhere (but it’s natural and normal ) socialite Status, 25k insta followers (my lucky number) famous loyal dream athletics boyfriend (I was so scared this wouldn’t work but it did!), master manifesting abilities, dream college acceptance, (future) good self concept, a great fashion taste, never gaining weight, clear glass skin, revising my abusive past, and so much more. My list was like a whole ass essay, I obviously can’t list everything but my life is perfect now.

This was last week and I immediately booked a trip to LA with my family to look at the USC campus because that’s where I want to go and where I will go next fall, (I’m a senior). I was also looking at apartments around my school and I found my dream one so I’m manifesting no one leases it 🤭

Quick note: a lot of my desires were weird or I wanted them to manifest a specific way, or they weren’t realistic to happen immediately so I was afraid it wouldn’t work out the way I envisioned. Not only did everything work out the way I envisioned but it worked out even better and exactly how I would want them to apply to life but in a realistic way. So if that’s something you worry about don’t worry, you are God, and it will work out perfectly.

Anyways, I just wanted to share this because I failed for a while and everyone on this app was so supportive. Tumblr is genuinely like a little magical family so now everyone will see my succeed… though this on anon mode bc people have been attacking success stories lately. And honestly it doesn’t matter bc I just want to live my new spoiled life but I want to express my gratitude because my life was in shambles and you three helped me so much. So thank you again and I hope everyone who read this. No, I know everyone who reads this will get what they deserve.

HII LOVE!! WOW CONGRATULATIONS (⑅˶ᵔ ▿ ᵔ˶) ~♡

I'm very excited for you!!! And yes, void Tumblr has definitely changed rn and I feel there's many blogs on here that's good and no more liars. I'm so glad you gained faith back in the community and now you're living your dream life, love.

Aww pink and charm have the best posts on the void too <3.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Gorgeouslypink doubts post

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Charms lucid dreaming guide, SSILD method

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Gorgeouslypink recliner method

I LOVE YOUR MANIFESTATIONS AND EVERYTHING SOUNDS SO FUN OMGG!! LLYSM <33

#void state #void state success story #void state tips #manifestion #success story #loas tumblr #void success #law of assumption #the void state #neville goddard #lucid dreaming to enter the void state #lucid dreaming tips and methods #void method #void thoughts #ask answered #anon ask #void success stories #manifesting instantly #instant manifestation #manifest instantly

[luimagines]

The kiddo!reader stuff was so cute! Just pummeled me in face with the preciousness. But the one with Wind both gave me plot bunnies and made me want to cry... So I came up with a backstory in my head. Kinda... It's sort of all over the place at the moment but I wanted to share!

So reader had an older brother who was a Link. Clearly he cared about them immensely. I personally see it as he was one to raise them. The two are inseparable. Eventually Link is chosen as the hero though. The two end up adventuring together since reader refuses to be left behind. Everything is going smoothly until one battle where things aren't going well. Reader ends up being nabbed by a villain and Link has to go save them. He succeeds but is killed. The master sword calls out to reader after Link dies. It's now their job to save Hyrule on their own.

IMAGINE THE ANGST! THE PAIN! THE GUILT!!!

I would feel bad when they have that convo once reader isn't pint-sized.

:D

Reader never wanted to fight or be a hero, but they're surprisingly attached to Link even if they don't know why. Then they get turned into a tiny tot and it makes a little more sense now.

When they're back to normal, they want to ask all sorts of questions but they're not sure where to start or if it would be appropriate or not.

Eventually, Wind breaks the ice because he has to. He has to know why they chose him. They have to explain at least a little bit why they thought he was their brother.

And then the truth comes out.

#pinky replies #anon headcanons #anon stories

[beescake]

i am in love with your sollux i think

sollux love party :]

if you’re interested heres some of my personal fondness thoughts on him.. big warning for the mega long read ahead aye

as we alr know sollux's rejection of participation somewhat mirrors dave's rejection of heroism, but even without getting cooked to completion i still find sollux's character v compelling beyond the fourth wall

as someone who doesnt get a pinch of that Protagonist Sparkle to begin with, he can openly say he wants to leave anytime…. and unlike dave, he actually Can leave the scene anytime. but he can never be truly Free from the story via permanent character death like the other trolls.

his irrelevancy is indeed relevant - he’s there so u can point him out.

while his image is intended to be a relic of past internet subculture, his role is not only about hehehaha being a Chad or a 2000s cyberforum 2²chan haxxor ragequit gamebro.

his continued existence also happens to add a Bit to the overarching themes of homestuck! a Bit that gives him longer-lasting thematic relevance compared to the trolls who could’ve had more character potential but didnt get to survive beyond the main story.

the Bit in question:

his defiance contributes to the illusion of agency (treating characters = people with autonomy). he’s “aware” of it, and that recognition is worth noting enough to forcibly keep him alive as both reward and punishment.

considering how his personality & classpect is designed its definitely a very haha thing for hussie to do LOL. he’s made to be op asf so he's resigned to doing dirty work, gradually deteriorating along the way but never truly dying. as fans have mentioned before, him openly rejecting involvement after a while of grim tolerance is like if the sim u were controlling suddenly stopped, looked up and gave u the finger while u were step six into the walkthrough for Every Possible Sim Death Animation.

but since he’s just a sim… the more he hates it, the more you keep him around. if ur sim started complaining abt your whimsical household storyline you’d definitely keep that little fuck.

but yeah i like that sollux is just idling. the significance of his presence being that one dude who's always reliably Somewhere, root core Unchanged, no individual ambitions (possibly due to fear of consequence?), and design-wise: a staple representative product of his time.

compared to dirk's character, who has aged phenomenally well into the present (themes of control + AR + artificial intelligence, clearer exploration around navigating relationships/sexuality, infinite possibilities of self-splinterhood and trait inheritance), sollux's potential is really... contained. bitter. defeatist. limiting and frustrating in the way old tech is.

the world continues moving on to shinier, brighter, more advanced automated things - minimalist and metaverse or whatever but sollux is still here 🧍‍♂️ going woohoo redblue 3d. (tho personally i imagine his vibe similar to what the kids call cassette futurism on pinterest mixed w more grimy grunge insectoid influences eheh)

conceptually-speaking,

at the foundation of it all, the rapid pace of modern development was built off the understanding of ppl like sollux in the past, who were There actively at work while the dough was still beginning to rise

thats one of the cool things abt the idea of trolls preceding humans! the idea that trolls like sollux excelled back when lots of basic shit still needed to be discovered, building structures like networks and codes from scratch, and humans will eventually inherit and reinvent that knowledge in ways that become so optimized it makes the old manual effort seem archaic, slow, and labour-intensive.

but despite information/resources/shortcuts being more accessible now, much of the new highly-anticipated stuff released on trend still end up unfinished, inefficient, or expiring quickly due to cutting corners under severe capitalistic pressures

meanwhile, some of the old stuff frm past generations of thorough, exploratory and perfectionistic development still remains working, complete, and ever so sturdy.

those things continue to exist, just outside our periphery with either:

zero purpose left for modern needs (outdated/obsolete)

or

far too important to replace or destroy, bcs of its surprisingly essential and circumstantial usefulness in one niche specific area.

which are honestly? both points that sum up sollux pree well.

dramatic ending sorry. anw are u still on the fence or are u Sick abt him like me </3

#ask #anon #sollux captor #homestuck #hs2 spoilers #2023 #vioart #hs2 sollux explaining girls and bitches to john: 🗣️🗣️🗣️ #mr foods‚ setting up the visuals: LMAO ok pause. cool story bro theyre all gone its just u n ur sandwich bro. #now that i think abt it sol's kind of a toaster? awkwardly takes up countertop space #lacks the versatility and sociability of an air fryer/pressure cooker. unwashed and littered w crumbs! #but sometimes the clear‚ frank simplicity of the toaster is a temporary lifesaver for ppl who struggle w low appetite / decision fatigue #or ppl who just have a habit of eating toast for breakfast LOL #and eh ¯\ _(ツ)_/¯ even if u dont feel like toasting today thats ok he's still gonna be sitting there 👍👍 #a funnyman..... i curse him in my pan but root for him in my biscuit 🫶

[windvexer]

Oooo I have childhood magic stories!

When I was a kid I was for some reason very connected with spirituality, it was weird because everybody around me was very Catholic so I had no one to talk to about it.

First I had weird prophetic dreams about really silly kid stuff (like getting free ice cream from some random person, a fight at my school, etc). I also could hear and sense entities to some extent.

When I got a little older (pre-teen) one day I just *knew* four words. Like, suddenly I just knew them and knew they did something. They were not in any language I know, I had no idea what they meant and internet at that time in a non-english speaking country didn't help (I wasn't even sure if I was writing them right). I knew they helped me with some minor wishes when I said them thinking about something specific (again, silly kid stuff), but my christian friend at the time said they were demonic and I was going to bring bad things into my life and onto my family.

I stopped saying them in fear I was summoning a demon or something and stopped thinking about it and slowly I lost even my contact with spirits. Now here I am as an adult trying to get my magic back but unable to even do energy work lmao

I still wonder what they meant but my catholic trauma makes me think that searching them would be messing with things I shouldn't.

I'm sorry to hear that you were cut off from things.

Perhaps a new leaf is right around the corner :)

Thank you for sharing.

(This is late, but as context a few days ago we were doing sharing your childhood magical stories)

#answered #anon stories

[oifaaa]

Wait who is Tims assigned youtuber?????

Well

#ask #anon #dc #dc comics #tim drake #jason todd #stephanie brown #batman #matpat #funny story #i already had this comic saved to my phone #like this is from months ago #i think it was a wee gag i put into a discord server

[ohtobealady]

(1/5) Imagine it's the night before Violet's passing. Robert has been odd all dinner: while his conversation is polite and appropriately abundant, his voice is lower than usual and he mostly avoids eye contact. Not long after dinner, he says a brief goodbye and retires for the night. Cora stays a bit longer - postponing the dreary feelings she must face every time lights are out - but eventually follows. She has now changed into her nightclothes and sent Baxter away.

#anon stories