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luna-lovegreat · 2 months
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Currently obsessed with the idea that the boys go to Time for love advice, since "he's married so he knows this stuff right?"
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I mean they couldn't recognize a wedding ring??? And neither did he???
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And time was saying this in his youth I mean cmon
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Twilight: So ancestor. What would you do if like. Malon left to another world and never came back
Time: ... bro Malon called me fairy boy and then we were married like what
Hyrule: So uhh old man. How does one. Meet a girl.
Time: By speaking to her I guess? Or not, Malon did the talking for me
Hyrule: riiiiight...
Wild *no tact*: Hey so like... what if your redheaded wife who's name started with M died.
Time: what?!?!
Wild, undeterred: but like before she proposed.
Time: ...
Wild: and you don't remember if you would have said yes. What's your advice for dealing with that?
Time: ... vent to a fairy?
Warriors: hey old man
Time: no no no not this one asking me please
Warriors: how do I get women to stop coming after me. So I can ya know. Choose without war trying to force me into relationships
Time: I can safely say I've never had that problem captain
Wars: of course not *smirks*
Wars: ok but seriously how do I make them go away
Time: ... wear a wedding ring so they think you're taken, I've got a shiny extra
Time: no no why- they won't stop, I don't know how to do love!
Time: ok well at least I have legend. That kid would never ask for advice, I'll sit by him.
Legend: so old man.
Time, looking forward to a normal conversation: yeah?
Legend: hypothetically, what would you do if you found out Malon didn't exist.
Legend: And her whole world didn't, but it did, and now it doesn't
Time: ...Excuse me for a minute.
Time, writing a letter as fast as he can: MALON HOW DO I GIVE LOVE ADVICE THEY THINK IM WISE
Malon: lol
Happy Valentine's Day guys, have a headcanon :P
The boys go to Time for love advice and Time spouts whatever wise-sounding bs he can, before shoving them all on Malon for therapy when they visit the ranch
Art and comic by Jojo @linkeduniverse! :D
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mewmewdoppio · 11 months
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When the two fish are in love
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factual-fantasy · 2 years
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(Part 1) 😈 I should have never been given the power to draw.
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tomorobo-illust · 2 years
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See hi-res version here: patreon.com/posts/65890031
Here is Britty Schuy's patreon reward! Warden Ingo smiling at a baby Sneasel as he rocks them to sleep~ I also got a bit inspired and doodled and cleaned up something extra (sorry it’s of course based off my Lone Emmet and Cub AU because that is my life now). 
Sometimes Ingo has Emmet tag along to help with Lady Sneasler and her kittens' care. The train bros failing at singing a lullaby to the sleepy babies XD They just chose one of the many songs that makes them shout sing at the end.
I also got nostalgic for Oda's hilarious beaten up faces he does for characters so I had a lot of fun showing the boys post Lady Sneasler’s disappointment slap >w<
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onefey · 11 months
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i don't know what you could possibly mean by that
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joemerl · 2 months
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Medieval sources on Lancelot's backstory: His parents were the rulers of a French province called Benoic, and the family were the only survivors when their castle was attacked by the evil King Claudas. His father died of grief, and baby Lancelot was spirited away by the Lady of the Lake, who is either a fairy or a powerful sorceress. He was raised in her underwater kingdom with two of his cousins and a bunch of other magical ladies. He grew up in only three years, then went out to discover his true identity and join King Arthur's court. The Lady of the Lake gave him a bunch of magical weapons, and she or her damsels occasionally show up to help him on his quests.
Modern stories on Lancelot's backstory: He's French. We'll explore this by making French jokes.
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invinciblerodent · 4 months
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brb, i have to go and. make strangled noises at nothing real quick; it just hit me over the head how Wyll's use of the metaphor of dancing as a stand-in for romance and intimacy really just. accompanies him all throughout his story, and how perfect it is
I guess I should have expected a character like him, that's both deeply poetic in his speech and courtly in his upbringing, would come to idealize a chivalric romance a bit, and translate his feelings on/of love to an element of courting that's as ritualistic and processional as ballroom dancing, but sometimes just realizing the obvious can really knock you off your feet for a second
like. just like how there is almost a blueprint to a perfect storybook romance in both stories and -consequently- in his head (I think romance might even be one of the literary genres with the highest number of unwritten rules that need to be fulfilled for a work to count as a romance), there is also a fairly strict method to a court dance. There is a series of well-known and practiced steps that was laid out in advance, and one is to perform them in succession, and in sync with one's partner. If one of the parties doesn't know or doesn't want to follow the rules/steps, it gets... tangled, messy, and you both stumble. The dance and the relationship both fall apart. The happy ending of a tale is not reached without all the steps in-between being followed, and he so dearly wants his fairytale ending, his happy, fulfilled love, I just---
it's such a perfect metaphor, and what makes it even more perfect is that Wyll is ostensibly aware of it, and he chose it, purposefully, and i don't want to watch the Act 3 commitment scene because I've not yet done it myself and don't want to spoil it, but I would be so surprised if he a.) made no mention of storybook romances, or b.) didn't just straight up propose y'know
i'm (metaphorically) crying, if it were possible to play this game on six different characters simultaneously without getting bored or confused I fucking would
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skyloftian-nutcase · 2 years
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Paradox (Linked Universe Sickfic)
Summary: When Sky suddenly falls deathly ill with strange markings, Time has to piece together the cause and save him.
(Click here to read on AO3)
No one was entirely sure when it had happened, but Sky’s hair had been whitening. Once it became apparent, he’d been teased mercilessly for it by some, but other members of the team watched nervously, unsure if something was wrong.
The teasing had quickly stopped when Sky’s energy had started to deplete more easily. He’d be exhausted after a couple hours of walking. He could barely get through a meal without almost falling asleep in his food.
And then the coughing and fever had started.
By the time the boy’s hair had finally stained entirely white, he was a shivering mess. One morning, Time saw him by the river and walked over to him, surprised he was already awake, and realized with an icy jolt that he was crying.
“Sky,” he said, rushing to the younger hero and kneeling beside him. “Sky, what’s wrong?”
Sky had his face buried in his hands, shuddering and sobbing quietly. Time put a hand on his shoulder as the boy spiraled into a coughing fit.
“Sky,” he tried again as Warriors ran to join them alongside Legend.
The young knight eventually pulled his hands away, hiccupping, and looked at Time with pure terror in his eyes. His right cheek bore two parallel slashes beneath his eye, thick and bruised in color, and so, so, eerily familiar.
Time’s heart skipped a beat.
Warriors immediately looked at Time for guidance while Legend said, “What the hell happened to his face?”
“Sky, what did you do?” Time whispered, tracing the marking and wiping away multiple trails of tears as he did so.
He could never quite get an answer out of the boy. His condition only worsened after that. Twilight had come over quickly after Sky got so worked up he was vomiting, and the rancher carried him back to his bedroll after helping him clean up at the river. Sky had settled into an uneasy sleep and there he had remained for the rest of the day.
Time and Warriors had immediately searched his pouch for any sign of the cursed mask, but it wasn’t in the Skyloftian’s possession. Time found it innocently resting in his own pouch, and the captain looked at him in confusion.
“What could have happened?” he asked quietly. “He had to have worn it, right?”
“I don’t know,” Time answered, shaking his head. “It would be the only logical conclusion, but I’ve never seen him with it.”
A twig snapped behind them, and they turned to see Legend standing over their hunched forms, his arms crossed.
“All right, I want an explanation,” Legend demanded. “Sky’s only getting worse, and it’s scaring everyone. You clearly have some idea of what’s going on, so tell me.”
Time sighed. “We really don’t know, Veteran. His markings match an artifact of mine, but to our knowledge he hasn’t been in contact with it.”
“What artifact?” Legend questioned, his brow furrowing, refusing to end his interrogation.
Warriors looked at Time hesitantly, but the eldest only shrugged. There was no sense in keeping the existence of the mask itself a secret, just its use. The captain pulled the mask out for the veteran to see, holding it carefully out of the teenager’s reach.
“Hey! I know that mask!”
Turning, they saw Wild approaching them with a bowl of broth in his hands. “I didn’t realize you guys had the Fierce Deity mask as well.”
Time and Warriors eyed each other warily before looking back at the boys. “What do you know of it?”
“It can give you a little power boost, especially if you have the armor too,” Wild explained.
Maybe he loses his power over time, the eldest Hero wondered. The mask he had been using was not just a power boost, it was a game of risk, an adrenaline rush and a drug that could overpower the user if they weren’t careful.
“I see,” was all Time said.
The sound of retching caught their attention, and everyone hurried to Sky, who was being tended to by Twilight. The rancher looked up at Time, his face clouded with worry.
Sky had markings on both his cheeks now.
Moaning, the Skyloftian shriveled in Twilight’s arms, miserable and clearly in severe pain. His entire body was soaked in sweat. Wild wordlessly took the soiled bedroll from beside the rancher and walked away to clean it, carrying it with a white knuckled grip. Legend crouched down beside Sky and started to talk to him, trying to ask him what was wrong and where it hurt. Everyone else had gathered around, and Wind was asking question after question until Warriors eventually guided the worried boy away.
Four hugged himself, looking at Time. “Is he going to be okay?”
Time tried to give him a reassuring smile, but he didn’t really have an answer. He didn’t know what was wrong. He glanced at Hyrule, who shook his head.
“I’ve gone through every elixir and herb I can think of,” Hyrule muttered, worried. “Whatever it is, it’s not a normal sickness.”
Sky started to cry again, helpless and hurting, and Time had to walk away to compose himself.
That night no one slept. Sky was inconsolable, so the boys simply took shifts to try and be there for him. Twilight stayed with him through first watch, and then Legend sat beside him, worriedly knitting at a blanket he’d been working on for the knight since he’d first gotten ill. Time took the third watch, letting Sky rest in his lap, his moans and sniffles occasionally subsiding until he started to cry in pain again, leaving the eldest Link to hold him helplessly.
By the time the horizon started to bleed pink, Time was at his wit’s end. He despised this feeling, this utter uselessness. He couldn’t even make his boy comfortable at this point. He looked around the area to see if there was anything, anything that he could use to ease Sky’s suffering, and his eyes settled on an item in Sky’s belongings.
The Master Sword.
Time stared at it, his mind blank for a moment as dread filled him. The mystical blade was supposed to protect its wielder, wasn’t it? It was already obvious that Sky’s illness was unnatural, so shouldn’t the sword have prevented it?
Could it protect him now? Sky hadn’t touched it since he’d first fallen ill. Time distinctly remembered when it pulled Twilight from his wolf form a month ago.
Time felt his blood freeze. Slowly, he reached out, trembling fingers a hair’s breadth from the hilt.
Terror made him pause, but Sky whimpered again, taking a shuddering breath, tears trailing down tracks that they’d already made from earlier in the night, and the Hero of Time refused to let his fear lead to more suffering on Sky’s part.
His hand closed around the hilt, his heart racing, and he drew the blade.
For a moment nothing happened. For a moment nothing moved. Time held his breath to the point that he started to grow dizzy, feeling like a terrified child waiting for something awful to happen.
And then the blade pulsed. Sky shivered in Time’s arm. The blade pulsed again.
Time looked worriedly between the Master Sword and Sky, and he saw the boy’s eyes slowly opening. “…Fi…?”
Time brought the blade closer, unsure what he was supposed to do, trembling from head to toe. Sky glanced to his left to see the sacred blade, and he tried to reach for it with shaking fingers. Time let it rest in his grip, holding it with him so he wouldn’t drop it, and Sky smiled weakly.
Time breathed an immense sigh of relief.
“Fi…” Sky mumbled, his soft smile breaking through his worn, bone tired face. “I’m… sorry…”
His eyes welled with tears again, alarming Time. “Sky, it’s okay, everything’s going to be okay, you have nothing to be sorry for.”
Sky’s hand slipped off the hilt of his sword, and the blade pulsed again, faster, almost as if the blade were panicking. Time felt dread fill him. This… wasn’t a good sign.
“Sky,” he said, ignoring the frantic tone his voice had taken. He shook the boy, unceremoniously dropping the sword beside him. The teenager had grown limp, his eyes gazing off blankly, but he was still breathing, albeit shakily. “Link.”
Warriors had hastened over by this point, being the third person on watch and hearing Time’s voice rise in distress. Twilight was there in the heartbeat after, probably either just waking up or never having fallen asleep.
“What’s happening?” Twilight asked, his tone pitched up in fear despite his efforts to keep quiet.
“He’s getting worse,” Time answered, not taking his eyes off the boy.
Warriors hissed. “Worse? He can’t get much worse.”
Shaking the boy, Warriors tapped his cheek and tried to get his attention. Sky seemed to come back to awareness a little before his lips started to tremble and he whimpered, shriveling into Time’s chest.
“Sky, where does it hurt?” Warriors asked with a hand on the boy’s shoulder.
“E-everywh-where…” Sky hiccupped, his knuckles white as he clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
“This doesn’t make sense, I don’t—I don’t know what’s wrong with him!” Twilight shook his head, eyes wide.
Time’s thoughts drifted back to his conversation from earlier as his eyes settled on the markings again, and to Sky’s apologies, and he looked Sky in the eye. “Sky… what did you do?”
Warriors looked at the elder disbelievingly. “What are you talking about, this isn’t his fault!”
“I’m not saying it is,” Time replied, shaking his head. “But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t know what happened. Traveler said it himself, this isn’t a normal illness. The Master Sword tried to react to something within him but it didn’t work. It must be more complicated than that.”
“The Master Sword…?” Twilight muttered, glancing around and seeing it on the grass.
“D… D-Demise…”
The three snapped their attention back to Sky. “Demise?”
“Sky, don’t talk like that,” Twilight said, his voice trembling. “Don’t even start. Nobody’s demise is happening today.”
Sky took a shaky, deep, fortifying breath. “Demise…”
“What demise? Who?” Time asked hurriedly.
“He… h-he… enemy…”
“Demise is a person,” Warriors surmised, brushing sweaty white bangs out of Sky’s face. “Okay, Sky, what about him?”
The three hunched over the young knight as he struggled to breathe. Time felt his insides grow even colder. He knew that rattling sound, that specific, gasping, agonal pattern of breathing, and he saw Warriors’ face pale as he recognized it too.
This was it. Sky was dying. He was dying.
“Sky,” Time pressed urgently. “What about Demise?”
“H-he… ‘s… a g-god…”
“A god?” Twilight questioned. “I’ve never heard of him. Do you mean a spirit? Can he heal you? Is that it? How do we find him, Sky?”
Sky huffed, a rueful smile cutting across his sunken cheek. “Dead… I… k-killed… him.”
The world went silent.
He… he what?
A god. Sky killed a god. A timeless being, a creature with immense power far beyond what Time could even fathom. The closest Time had gotten was Majora, who was likely only a fraction of his power while sealed in the mask, and even then Time had needed a magical item and the powers of a god to even hope to accomplish the task, alongside the help of multiple magical beings.
Perhaps he had used the Fierce Deity mask to defeat this Demise? But Time couldn’t think of a single instance where Sky would have been gone long enough to steal his mask, fight a god, and return without anyone noticing.
No… no, Sky had done this on his own, before he’d ever met them.
Such an act couldn’t be without consequence.
A god. He’d killed a god. A deity.
A deity.
By the goddesses. Could it be…?
“I’m… s-sorry…” Sky suddenly said, his voice cracking, his body shivering. He started to sob uncontrollably now, and Twilight hastily snatched him out of Time’s loosening hold, cradling him as Warriors hovered over him and whispered softly.
Time rose unsteadily, his mind coming to an unsettling conclusion. His feet drew him away unbidden, and he was only broken from his trance by Legend, who was standing in front of the rest of the group; they were all awake and staying together in a tight group, watching the scene from a distance with fear in their eyes.
“Old Man…?” Legend asked, his face white, his own eyes glistening. He looked terrified.
Time couldn’t say anything. He shook his head and kept walking. His response stirred something in the younger boys, and they all ran to be with Sky.
The eldest Link stopped in front of his supplies, and he hunched over, grabbing the small, oval shaped ethereal object.
Could it really be…?
Sky was dying. There was no time left. It was now or never.
Gripping the Ocarina of Time firmly, the eldest Link marched back to his boys, who were all huddled together. The group parted for him when they saw him approach, their expressions holding appeals for him to do something.
Time knelt in front of the skyfallen knight and watched him a moment, gathering his courage. Sky was barely breathing.
He put the ocarina to his lips and played. The notes came to mind immediately, well-practiced, peaceful, somber, calming.
Healing.
There was a bright, warm glow. Everyone winced, looking away for a moment, and when Time looked back, Sky was coughing, harsh and unpleasant but filled with energy and life.
His hair was dirty blonde. His markings were gone.
And on the grass sat a wooden mask.
“Sky?!” Everyone rushed to him again, frantic and confused. The young knight took a few steadying breaths and then looked at Time, shocked.
Time grabbed the mask and tossed it aside so he could get to the boy. He didn’t even want to think of the ramifications of what had just happened.
“Damn time travel,” he muttered as he wrapped Sky into a relieved hug, and everyone else followed suit.
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yona-protection-squad · 5 months
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Here's your Daily Yona! Look at her! She's so precious!
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sylphy · 11 months
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like let's be real here yona exists to clarify that that's more out there than the map of hyrule and co. you get to explore like yes in fact it is the kingdom of hyrule only, isn't it. I'm all here for it, I'm here for "yeah every now and then this one continent just has to save the world from a calamity it also has to incubate? we don't know."
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bureauen · 5 months
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google how to be normal about women
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fluffypotatey · 1 year
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You know what I wish we'd seen?
More positive actively involved magic users.
Like, we know the Druids support Emrys, though they seem more like a pacifist, non-combatant party (aside from some outliers like Kara, Mordred, Alvarr), and other magic users/beings like Anhora, Grettir, Mab, they all seem to be neutral. They acknowledge Emrys as a superior power, but they don't seem to actively participate for better or worse. And all other sorcerers are usually antagonistic. But why can't we have the other side? I'm sure there has to be some who decide to take Merlin's side. Maybe they don't entirely trust Arthur, maybe they aren't too certain of a Pendragon, but dude, it's fucking Emrys. If Emrys is supporting him, there's gotta be something to him, right?
Let Merlin have people helping him, other sorcerers who slip him spells that are too powerful for them, maybe he can do something with it, passing him information about plots they've heard through the sorcerers' grapevine, even helping him thwart some of the ambushes and traps. Maybe they aren't brave enough to live in Camelot 24/7 like Merlin, but they take turns bringing him messages and supplies, and to get their "marching orders," such as they are.
Also, imagine the look on Arthur's face when he finds out he has a magic Praetorian Guard that answers to his manservant.
yeah see, that's one of the big issues that's always bothered me. like we (the audience) are told that magic is not evil but rather is something as integral as nature. but more often than not, a lot of the antagonist we meet are magic users and most of the time they are power hungry people. i mean, i totally understand the sorcerers who seek out revenge for Uther and by proxy Camelot, but we only either get these types of sorcerers or the sorcerers whom the show portrays as only evil.
it is, frankly, impossible for the magic community to be full of only evil and vengeful sorcerers. there's got to be more diversity than that, bbc 🙄 you're telling me that there are no somewhat powerful magic users living in Albion helping others anyway they can and don't seek to help aid Merlin in anyway. and i mean aid him since s1. by s5 it looked like he was actually getting some help, but they were still sorcerers who fell a little bit in the gray area or just never interacted with anyone other than Merlin.
maybe have Lancelot befriend another sorcerer while he was away from Camelot and sort of sneak him in to help save the kingdom from Morgana and Morgause in s3. maybe Elyan, who had left Camelot pre-s1, have some magic friends that we meet in s4.
tbh, my big issue is that with how much the show tells us, the audience, that magic does have positive impacts and isn't evil, none of the characters besides Gaius, Merlin, and Lancelot actually know that (as far as i'm aware). literally any time Arthur considers that maybe magic isn't what his father claimed it to be, he ends up going back to those prejudices and ideas Uther propagated because "magic killed my father," "magic killed my mother" (still super salty), "magic corrupted morgana," "magic wants me dead." when in reality, that's far from the truth, and Merlin then has to continue to hide a part of himself from people he cares for and loves dearly because all they've ever known and seen is "evil magic people."
just....bbc, explain to me how Arthur was supposed to bring the so-called "Golden Age" to Albion where there's peace between magic users and non-magic users alike if he, himself, believed magic was inherently evil???? how is Arthur the Once and Future King if he never repealed the ban on magic or began working with sorcerers? and i'm saying this as someone who loves the character, but why did we, the audience, not get a chance to really see Arthur break away from his father's prejudices on magic until the series finale?
it just bugs me. there are so many moments where it looks like maybe Merlin has an ally that's pro-magic and pro-unity and wants to help fulfill the prophecy, but then they either become one-time side characters or fucking die. never seen or heard from again. maybe i just want a character or two to stick and maybe give Merlin the support group he needs?
por favor, bbc
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socksoinabox · 2 years
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ariassong · 1 year
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Other Critters: prepare for LOVM by rewatching the chroma arc or key episodes that line up with the episode guide.
Me: watches the Perc'ahlia supercut on repeat
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frozenpizza1 · 10 months
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Every month I do a tier list of all the media I've consumed in the last month (within reason). It never gets much engagement but I have fun doing them. It honestly helps with my memory of this media as my memory is not very good at all. (I blame the ADHD). Who knows maybe it'll find a small audience here. I plan on doing a year in review at the end of the year which I imagine will be a very hefty task lol
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