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gloryseized · 6 months
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A hand clapped on the younger hero's shoulder. The former hero had seen just how much the young man before him had grown in so many ways. He had seen his willingness to help others, his courage that always shined through in every situation. He might not have been there every step of the way but he was there when permitted. "You've done well, Link, very well." As he spoke he moved his hand to the others chin lifting it his face. He wanted the other to know he was genuine and that he was proud of him. If the smile didn't give it away the look on his eye would. They had formed a close relationship through their time together sometimes like close brothers other times a mentor to the other. At this very moment Link needed to know this, needed that encouragement and the once hero was all to willing to let him hear those words now. @bravelink
The hand on his shoulder drew his eyes away from the Castle to the older hero's face. The Castle in the distance had been haunting him for months--an ominous presence on the distant horizon, taunting him with what he knew was inside, a promise and a threat of what he would one day have to do. And Link didn't have an excuse any longer to wait. The Four Divine Beasts had been freed of Calamity's touch and he reclaimed the Sword that Seals the Darkness from the base of the Deku Tree. But still he was afraid, breath strangling in his throat when he thought of needing to fight this foe again.
He'd already failed before, what was to say he wouldn't fail again?
But the older Hero spoke, drawing Link out of his thoughts with a gentle touch to his cheek and reassuring words. His knees felt weak, the kind gesture given by someone he trusted meaning more than the words alone. This wasn't just some villager who had faith in him or even Impa or another one of the Sheikah that had been there. This was another Hero, this was his friend who had been with him and guided him.
Leaning his head into the touch, he reached up with his hand, holding the Hero's hand in place over his cheek. And the words themselves weren't so simple despite being so brief. He'd done well! The other Hero thought he did well! Despite everything. Shion's lip wobbled a moment, eyes overfull as a strangled gasp escaped his mouth. He couldn't cry. Not yet. Not when there was still the Calamity to defeat.
He nodded solemnly, giving the other's hand a final squeeze. ( @bravelink )
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suiheisen · 2 months
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my negative rizz loser boy who you’d think was combatting the sirens’ song by completely killing the vibe but was actually just trying to sing along with them because he’s a ✨fanboy✨
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hansoeii · 24 days
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this one's for you, edwin paine
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july-19th-club · 1 year
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seriously have been thinking about this all night long. call me autistic but the fact that 90% of workplaces the point is not to get your work done and then be done doing it but to instead perform an elaborate social dance in which you find something to do even when you're done doing everything you need to do in order to show your fellow workers that you, too, are Working . because you are at Work . disgusting why cant we all agree that if there is no work immediately to be done. we just dont do anything
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brobexx · 4 months
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Sonadow Generations
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randomfandomss · 10 months
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dykealloy · 5 months
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what do you mean jennifer saunder's shrek 2 cover of Holding Out for a Hero didn't play over the entirety of dressrosa arc
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faeriekit · 5 months
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"Okay." Danny slowly laid the already cold body back onto the table, ready to slide back it into the refuge of cold storage. "Okay. Dead guy. Stay there."
The body didn't move.
"Fantastic. Now. Hang out while I pour the embalming fluid into the pump, alright? It should only be a minute."
And it usually did; working in a funeral home wasn't extremely glamorous, but it paid the bills, and Danny had already been used to the rhyme and rhythm of negotiating death with the public by the time he sent in his mortuary school application. It had been a transition that made sense. And in the end, the degree had only cost him a few extra years post-graduation and a little dig into student loans, and now Danny had a stable 12-8 job and health insurance valid in the state of new jersey.
Today, though, the pump had that decided enough was enough. With a bang and a boom, the pump spat out a cloud of smoke and clunked uncomfortably.
The dead body sat up.
Danny scrambled over to push it back down. "No. We talked about this. Dead people don't move. If you want to stay here and have me put you back together all the time, you have to stay put. Got it?"
Whatever the weird gold-eye corpses were on in Gotham, they at least listened to him on occasion. They weren't ghosts, per se— they never pinged on any of the ghost detection devices Mom and Dad had packed in his going-away-to-college bag— but they were, despite being occasionally animate, perfectly deceased.
Weird. Danny had never gotten used to it. Still, they came in droves, too eager to sit on the top of the basement stairwell and lurk in the corners and stare endlessly at them with their weird, avian eyes, and sometimes they heralded the arrival similarly weird-ass bodies that had lost their heads or their arms or their limbs through the more conventional channels.
"I'm losing too much thread to all y'all coming in all the time," Danny complained to the dead body, who, at the moment, was the only person present to blame. "Stop getting your limbs cut off. This stuff is expensive, you know. It's a specialty order."
The body didn't even have the courtesy to blink. Rude.
"At least let them bury you this time. Every time one of you darts off when my back's turned, my boss thinks I'm stealing corpses. My coworkers think I'm building my own Frankenstein or something."
The corpse neither verbalized nor blinked, but Danny hadn't expected it to; with a sigh, he rolled the corpse back into cold storage, locked its little door (not that locking it in had ever stopped it) and called it quits for the night.
It's not like anyone was paying him for the extra hours anyway.
The whole fic on ao3
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FNAF movie Mike is suspicious of Lefty…
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watchyourbuck · 2 months
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There’s something so beautiful about the conversation right after the kiss. In the way that we all know this moment’s huge for Buck, but Tommy takes the lead, doesn’t let him spiral, or overthink, or be nervous about what it means. Tommy keeps him grounded, invites him out, tells him about his shift. He touches him, straightening his shirt, which is such an ‘earth to Buck’ kinda moment. It’s so soft ???
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uinferno · 2 months
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Love Under the Red Hood as a story but this always stood out to me.
Quick doodle to reacquaint myself with drawing.
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thecindercrow · 1 year
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Lackadaisy (Pilot)
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nevesceramics · 29 days
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WIP peek at the hugging werewolves ♥
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just-bee-lieve · 4 months
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a peek into the au where mike works at the pizza plex and he and vanessa are work besties :^}
BONUS
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wildsflag · 10 months
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kiisaes · 6 months
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idk
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