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random-dot · 1 month

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I'm not up to date about what Jensen is up to these days.

But I saw that he is or was in good old Vancouver. And that he seems to visit old working buddies/friends.

He visited Brad Creasser

Who was surprised.

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But he also went out with other peeps.

FYI: On his left (your right) that's Jason Checcini (he was a Stuntman and Stand-In on SPN Set, but also became Buddy with J2).

He uploaded over the years pics with them.

On the other side is Justin Hartley (former co-actor from Smallville. Justin played Green Arrow).

The woman is Sofia Pernas his wife and also actress.

Jason seems to working on the set of his show "Tracker", because he also is buddy with Justin.

But I think they also know each other back from Smallville, where he also worked.

The pics are from Jason's FB Account. I won't share the link because it's on private anyway.

The new pics with Jensen also saw some other old SPN related person.

Who commented on it:

Of course I was wondering what he is doing up there. Working? Just visiting some people?

But that's not Jensen.....so working...maybe a chameo on Hartleys Show?

Or......contacting old connections for maybe another shot on a SPN Reunion.

And we know Jensen by now, he wants to call the shots....maybe Jared will get "lucky" this time and gets informed 😏

Should anybody know the real reason, feel free to share.

#jensen critical #jensen ackles #spn #supernatural #j2 #dot rants

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demonsandpieohmy · 3 days

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Maybe the real destiel was the werepire couples we made along the way

#I did not expect to see this when I logged onto tumblr dot com today #supernatural #spn #werepire #garthbenny #ty olsson #dj qualls #lilly rants

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lippmannssplatteredblood · 8 months

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Was it ever confirmed Lippmann was based on Walter Lippmann?

No.

But wait, there's enough evidence! (Ty anon im using this ask as an excuse to ramble and getting these off my chest)

As we all already know, most of the characters in BSD, especially ability users, are based on real life authors. Stormbringer explicitly stated that bsd!Lippmann was "an extremely powerful skill user" so he must be based on someone. And guess what? There happens to be a writer with the exact name as his.

Walter Lippmann was an American journalist, politician, and writer. He was deemed as "the most gifted and influential American political journalist of the twentieth century". His works mostly took the theme of public relations and stuff. Sounds familiar?

I'd like to add this part from the etymology section of his(bsd) wiki btw, just in case you didn't know.

Does it end there? No, not quite.

Let's take a look at his most popular work; Public Opinion.

"...The pictures inside the heads of these human beings, the pictures of themselves, of others, of their needs, purposes, and relationship, are their public opinions. Those pictures which are acted upon by groups of people, or by individuals acting in the name of groups, are Public Opinion with capital letters."

"The pictures in our heads", page 29

People, generally, have some sort of "persona" of themselves that they would try to plant on other people's minds. Kinda like the Japanese "three faces" proverb, you may say. And how do they achieve it? By only presenting that persona; by masking; by acting.

"Royal personages are, of course, constructed personalities. Whether they themselves believe in their public character, or whether they merely permit the chamberlain to stage-manage it, there are at least two distinct selves, the public and regal self, the private and human."

"The pictures in our heads", page 7

Simply said, him being an actor might be a reference to (or a representation of) that human nature which P.O. talks of. An actor acts—they dive into the role of another character that's not them. (Which, when you think about it, is just what us humans do on a daily basis, except they do it professionally and for a living, which when you think about it again—)

Mr. Lippmann also published books titled "A Preface to Politics" and "A Preface to Morals" which is....interesting.

Okay, "preface" and "face" technically are different. Though they still share somewhat a similar meaning.

But hear me out. Let's go back to the persona thing. Generally, what people would want to be perceived as is as the perfect, ideal versions of themselves. To make that happen, they would have to put on a good first impression. And what's usually the first thing that people notice about a person? Correct—their appearance; their face.

Lippmann(bsd) was multiple times described as "perfect" (like okay asagiri, he's pretty, we get it), especially regarding his looks (and capabilities). See what I'm saying?

Lippmann was the stage face, the public image of the Port Mafia. He was the preface to the Port Mafia. He created the pictures in people's head of the Port Mafia.

As a verb, however, "face" has another meaning:

He negotiated with front companies, met and talked with political figures, and even dealt with the press if push came to shove.

I feel like this might be merely a coincidence or a pun, though. But the fact that his field of work in the Port Mafia was specifically negotiating with the "real world" is definitely not something Asagiri just pulled out of thin air—or so I believe to be the case, at least, having read this paragraph.

"This is the underlying reason for the existence of the press agent. The enormous discretion as to what facts and what impressions shall be reported is steadily convincing every organized group of people that whether it wishes to secure publicity or to avoid it, the exercise of discretion cannot be left to the reporter. It is safe to hire a press agent who stands between the group and the newspapers. Having hired him, the temptation to exploit his strategic position is very great."

"The nature of news", page 344

Oh, by the way, remember this scene?

It's just a silly, filler interaction that seemed not to reference anything, but just you wait.

"Men cannot long act in a way that they know is a contradiction of the environment as they conceive it. If they are bent on acting in a certain way they have to reconceive the environment, they have to censor out, to rationalize. But if in their presence, there is an insistent fact which is so obstrusive that they cannot explain it away, one of three courses is open. They can perversely ignore it, though they would cripple themselves in the process, will overact their part and come to grief. They can take it into account but refuse to act. They pay in internal discomfort and frustration. Or, and I believe this is to be the most frequent case, they adjust their whole behavior to the large environment."

"Intelligence work", page 383

Then again, these are but my interpretations and/or speculations which I'd like you to take with a grain of salt, as I could very well still be wrong (because Asagiri loves to trick us, apparently).

I could go on and on and on and on and on but I'm afraid I'd just be blabbering nonsense at some point. Thank you for reading my (hopefully coherent) ramblings.

#its their birthday btw!!!#(23 september)#i hope im making sense and if not just hit me with a mallet.#i feel like that one meme of a guy going on conspirational rants. i am connecting the dots!!! i swear!!!!#tried to read his other works but never got the time to really finish them. if you have something to add please do!#bungou stray dogs #bsd stormbringer #bsd lippmann #ask #this ask is like three weeks old im sorry anon

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fluffydancer618 · 4 months

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Seeing a piece of art online that you like is so stressful nowadays.

Just a few years ago, if you saw a detailed realistic artwork, you would be so fucking hyped. You would be amazed by artist's skill and dedication. Inspired from seeing how someone put so much love in something they're clearly enjoy.

These days, if you see an artwork like that, you sigh heavily preparing to find out it is AI-generated.

You check artist's social media not to found more things you might like, but to make sure they don't post art like that every second, putting the same prompt in online generator again and again until they get bored and move out to the next one.

You zoom in closely not to see "care in every detail" put in there by the artist, but, quite the oppositely, to find the errors left by a machine, user of which is so far from being an artist that they can't even open any graphic software to fix them. Or just that indifferent to what they're doing, to be more precise.

And I'm so sick of it. I'm sick of not being hyped by art as I used to be. I'm tired from the need of making sure if something actually deserves the praises or not. And most of all, I am fucking pissed that my relationship with art can be influenced by people who don't care about art at all.

TL;DR: Fuck AI "art".

#the man saw ai-gen pic on their pinterest dash and got so pissed they went ranting on tumblr dot com more at 6 /hj /it was just a last straw #i need a tag for rambling

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katsona-the-katsequel · 1 month

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I imagine all the protags being friends tbh, like all of them, give me two and i can make a way i can see them interacting, but i really think Makoto and Yu would get along so so well, same with Kotone and Akira

Give them some time and they'll be some of the closest friends you'll see. Really helps that four of them made it their mission to befriend at least 19 people in a year. Naoya, Tatsuya, and Maya never stood a chance against their combined Max Charm. Naoya got that next-door, cheeky, pretty boy aura going on for him. He clicked with Akira right away, though surprisingly he found himself playing the straight man in Akira's jokes.

Naoya saw Yu taking charge once (1) and happily delegated all the leader duties to him. Minato followed suit. Yu offered the leadership duties to Maya (because oldest in the group should know best, right?) but she said "No, thank you :)". Yu glanced at Tatsuya, who just shook his head. Akira made a playful grab for the leadership position, but Yu believed he was joking and took it back (they didn't trust each other yet). Kotone ended up leading and ran everyone ragged. Naoya is scared. Maya is dead again. Tatsuya is reevaluating his initial impression of the little girl with the red bow. Minato seems barely phased, but if looks could kill... Yu and Akira are mentally taking notes for their respective teams.

Kotone and Akira are the type of people Tatsuya would be attracted to (Platonic! I mean, romantically too if you want to). They're the most vocal about their ideals and beliefs. If Naoya, Minato and Yu opened up more to talk about more personal stuff, he would like them as well.

Maya thinks they're all cute. Especially Minato. The kind to cover him with a blanket whenever he falls asleep. Akira is also on permanent coffee duty for Maya now. Yu discovered he had Mommy IssuesTM when Maya began to look after him. Aside from those uncovered feelings that he still needs to process, Yu found himself connecting the best with Minato and Akira. They relate to each other and don't find the occasional long silences nor the unprompted strange commentaries as offputting as other people. Those three are in the same wavelength, with Kotone occasionally joining them.

If someone asked Kotone, she would say Yu is her favorite because he feeds her. But honestly? Its Minato. They just get each other. True, that might lead to some frustrated arguments you can only have with someone who's too much like you, but its good to do or say something without having to explain herself. Minato thinks Maya, Kotone and Akira are a bit too much sometimes (where do they get all that energy from?), but he really likes them. Good luck making him admit it, tho.

Now that I think about it, Akira might be the most charismatic of the group. Huh.

#persona 1 #persona 2 #persona 3 #persona 4 #persona 5 #ranted again #oh well #naoya toudou #tatsuya suou #maya amano #minato arisato #makoto yuki #yu narukami #souji seta #akira kurusu #ren amamiya #welcome to chili's #i have connected the dots

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random-dot · 2 years

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Are fans, JIB staff and besties mad that Jared canceled JIB 12?!

Looks like it 😬

There are small teaes, like this one:

But behold.....looks like Jensen isn't also to happy:

And to be honest, I get it.

Jared is the one, who is canceling the most. Ore the one that needs changed shedules....bc he has to run a Marathon 😉 Sure there were always reasons...but seemingly he reached a point this time, were not everybody is taking it well.

The way and reason behind it, this time is debatable. And how it went down.

So because of COVID, Walker Shooting is behind schedule.

Then, something went wrong and Daniela from JIB learned about it via Twitter from another fan^^

Jared also didn't write a tweet up until now in any ways, regarding him missing the Con.

And then we have Jensen:

Some will say those are side blows against Jared.

I say, those are facts...that some people are having a grip on their shit and pull through.

I'm still more than bitter about Jensen and the whole prequel....but he has a point here 🤷🏻‍♀️

Is there even an info that Jared is shooting over the weekend?! Who can remember how often they did it in the past....

Jared fans are again paying a high price....after 3 years of waiting and 150 bucks for 1 single photo....they are being left empty handed.

But at least they get busy Daddy content.....makes everything better.....right....

Edit:

Jared joined the panels via Zoom.

Which is really nice ☺️ Hey better than nothing.

But I'm still a bit confused about Jensens "humor".

#jared critical #jared jib12 #anti genevieve #busy jared #easy way out #dot rants

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quietsphere · 11 months

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Again, if you're new to tumblr and you're an artist of any sort, please make a pinned post and bio saying that.

In my experience, it's harder to ascertain here whether or not you're an artist or just a regular blogger since there's no separate tab for the shit you've posted vs reblogged and searching in tags tends to fuck up the chronology. Make it easier for ppl to follow you.

#re: shitstorm on twitter dot com #organiser #kaw rant

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musicthatyoucandanceto · 19 days

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✨ ⚡️ HAPPY 50TH BIRTHDAY KIMONO MY HOUSE!!! ⚡️ ✨

this album changed my life, watered my crops, taught me how to swim, saved the city of metropolis while I was in it, created me out of a handful of clay, poisoned me to death, held a beautiful funeral for me, raised me from the dead, stole my girl, stole YOUR girl, stole everyone’s girls… THAT’S HOW GOOD IT IS!!!

#sparks #kimono my house #ranting and raving on tumblr dot com is what life is all about

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skyward-floored · 7 months

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Whumptober Day 27: “Let me see”

Can you tell I needed a little break from just Links... anyway Dot = Four’s Zelda. I subscribe to the theory that Four called her Dot even before lu cause she has freckles, cause it’s cute mostly. Seems like something he’d do.

Warnings: off-screen torture, injury, blood, a little violence

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Dot usually considered herself calm in a crisis.

She’d dealt with three separate kidnappings/kingdom takeovers now after all, along with all sorts of other smaller problems, and was good at rolling with the the punches of life.

Whether they were at the level of demon bats that took over the kingdom and turned her to stone, or just knights having trouble keeping their swords sharp, she kept a level head and cheerful attitude.

But it was hard to stay composed when she could hear Link’s screams from somewhere outside her cell.

Dot hit her hand against the bars for the dozenth time as she heard another cry, ignoring the ache in her fists as her throat tightened.

She and Link had both been captured, by enemies Dot didn’t recognize, but that Link— or Four she supposed, did. He had finally ended up back in his proper time again, and Dot had been ecstatic to see her best friend after so long. The other heroes Link was traveling with had left them alone, but they’d barely even gotten away from the castle by themselves before they were surrounded by soldiers in red.

They’d been horribly outnumbered, and before either of them could do anything, they’d had scythes put to their throats, and been taken away in a flash of smoke and red tickets.

The enemy soldiers had left her almost entirely alone, though Dot knew Link was purposefully making sure their attention was on him. She hadn’t even heard what they’d wanted from them, but before she knew what was happening, Link was dragged away and she’d been tossed into a cell.

And she’d been here ever since, listening to Link scream with an increasing desperation.

She crossed her arms tightly over her middle as she heard another scream, wishing desperately she could help Link. Nothing she’d tried to get out so far had worked, but if she had to listen to him being hurt any longer while she just sat here and listened, she’d scream herself.

There must be a way out of here!

She aimed a kick at the bars, listening to them rattle with fear pulsing through her chest. Link’s screams had stopped for the moment, and she hoped desperately it was because they were done with him, and not because he couldn’t scream any more.

How she wished she could use her magic. But there was some kind of dark spell suppressing it, all around her cell, and she couldn’t so much as light up her pinky finger.

Another scream rang out in the distance, and she rested her head on the bars, feeling her eyes water. How could she get out of here? How could she help Link?

...Would he even still be alive once she figured something out?

The same noise of smoke and tickets reached her ears, and Dot startled, looking up. Two of the soldiers appeared outside of her cell, and one raised his weapon threateningly while the other unlocked the door.

“No funny business, your highness,” he said as they let her out.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” she said coolly, already looking around and wondering what the best way to slip away from the two was.

The two soldiers tied her arms behind her back, and marched her along the hallway, Zelda’s eyes darting around what she knew was an abandoned soldier’s outpost a fair distance from the castle.

But it wasn’t too far.

“Where are you taking me?” she asked innocently, and one of the soldiers chuckled a little.

“Your friend has been rather uncooperative. We’re hoping some... additional persuasion, will be helpful,” he sneered.

Fear tightened in Dot’s throat, for both herself and Link, but she swallowed it back, and tried to access her power again, even though she knew it would be fruitless.

But then she felt a familiar warmth at her fingertips, and blinked in surprise.

The spell suppressing her powers had only been placed over her cell.

Dot smiled just a little, and carefully burned away her ropes so when the moment came she’d have her hands free. She didn’t know exactly where Link was, so she’d have to bide her time for a bit until the soldiers took her to him.

Fortunately it wasn’t much longer before they stopped outside of a door, one without any way to see through it. The one soldier moved to open it, but then Dot moved, jumping backwards and letting the light in her hands burst towards the soldiers.

They both went tumbling backwards as the light hit, knocking into the wall and sliding to the floor. Neither moved to get up, and Dot smiled, glad she’d been practicing. Her powers were still a difficult skill to handle, but she’d been getting better.

The door opened then, and three more soldiers came out, immediately leaping at her as they noticed their comrades on the ground.

Dot used the same light to knock them all backwards, but one of them leapt out of the way, raising his weapon to strike at her. She gasped and scrambled backwards, and quickly thrust her hands out again as his weapon swung down.

Light burst in the hallway, and Dot heard a cry as the soldier fell back against the wall, landing in a pile with the others.

Dot exhaled, then ran into the room with her hands up in case of any more soldiers. Nobody was inside though, and she sighed in relief, looking around.

Then she gasped, and ran to the other side of the room where Link lay curled on the ground.

It couldn’t have been more then a few hours since she’d seen him last, but he was a mess, tunic torn to shreds, blood staining what was left. Dot slid to her knees beside him, her horror growing as she took in all of the injuries that had been slashed or hit into his skin, and Link cracked open an eye, the other swollen and bloodied.

“H-hey,” he rasped, then his words broke into a thick cough, red speckling his lips.

“What did they do to you Link?” she gasped, and he closed his eye again, another cough escaping his lips.

“Wanted info... didn’t know half ‘ve what they were... asking. Didn’t tell ‘m,” he breathed.

He curled a little tighter around his middle, face screwed up in pain as the chains holding him clanked, and Dot tried to get a better look at what exactly had been done to him. His arms blocked off her sight though, and she gently nudged him.

“Let me see, Link,” she asked, and he shook his head, face still pale and drawn.

“Don’t need to,” he whispered, and Dot felt her worry grow to a nearly frantic degree as he broke into another coughing fit, a trail of blood dripping from his mouth. “‘M not...”

“Link, please,” she said, taking his hand. “I’m not going to hurt you, but we need to move quickly to get out of here, and I need to see how badly you’re hurt. Now let me see,” she begged, and he finally uncurled, shaking slightly.

Dot squeezed his hand, then gently pulled up his torn and bloodied tunic, breathing in sharply at the lines slashed into his skin, and the bruises beginning to form around them. It looked like they’d gone at him with all sorts of things, and she felt her stomach roll as she saw whip marks on his back.

“Oh Link,” she whispered.

He let out another thick cough, and Dot shook herself, getting to work on tearing strips from her skirt to use as bandages. She wasn’t the most knowledgeable in first aid, but she knew enough to at least stop the bleeding.

...she didn’t know what to do about the blood he was coughing up though.

Link stilled under her touch as she began, his hair falling in his face. The bandana he’d taken to wearing recently was gone, spots of blood on his forehead, and Dot tried not to think about it as she wrapped him up.

“Dot...” he whispered as she finished with the worst of it, and she looked at him, his face pale. He shakily raised a hand, and when she took it, he squeezed it. “You’ll be... faster, ’f you go without me.”

“I didn’t get this far to just leave you here Link,” she said firmly, and Link breathed out on a shudder as she quickly got to her feet, her considerably shorter skirt rustling a bit below her knees. “Don’t be silly.”

She ran over to the table by the wall, nausea twisting in her stomach as she searched through too many blood-stained instruments for the keys to unlock the chains. She finally located them by a pile of bloody knives, and quickly went back to Link, unlocking his cuffs.

He didn’t move much while she freed him, but he gave her a grateful look as she helped him sit up a bit more, holding tightly to her hands. They both sat there for a moment with their hands clasped, and Dot felt Link’s shake a bit in hers.

“Okay. Now we just have to find our way out,” Dot said reassuringly, and Link breathed out.

“Mm. Easy,” he murmured, head resting on her shoulder for a moment. He seemed to steel himself, then raised it again, looking determinedly out at the hallway. “‘Kay.”

Dot began to help him up, and Link‘s breath stuttered, but he managed to get upright with her arm under his shoulder. He had to stand still for a moment with his eyes closed, but once he reopened his good one, they slowly walked out of the room, and Dot relaxed slightly as they left.

The whole room had smelled like blood.

She mostly remembered the path they’d taken when the soldiers had brought them inside, and so Dot retraced their steps as quickly as she could with Link’s condition. He moved along with her as fast as he could, but he put more and more of his weight on her as they went, and soon Dot was doing most of the walking.

“Hold on Link, we’re close,” she whispered, and Link made a quiet noise in reply.

He wasn’t replying verbally to her questions any more, but Dot pushed away the fear and kept going.

Usually she was fairly removed from the more grisly parts of Link’s adventures. She knew they happened of course, she’d seen his scars and heard his stories, but it was so much different hearing your friend tell you with a smile and a laugh how he could barely walk, and actually having to help him walk while he coughed up blood.

The door outside came into view, two guards at attention, and Dot exhaled, stopping at the corner before it.

“I’m going to have to knock them away, hold on a moment,” she whispered, and Link faintly tightened his grip.

Dot quickly moved out of the shelter of the corner, and shot more light at the two guards. One was flung backward and hit the wall with a solid thud, but the other took one look at her and Link and disappeared.

A sharp wave of fear crashed over Dot, and she supported Link quickly to the door, sure that the other guard would be gathering reinforcements.

I don’t know how many more of them I can fight off like this, she thought frantically. She could feel herself growing tired from the repeated use of her magic along with supporting Link, and she didn’t know how many more beams of light she had left in her.

As if he’d heard her thoughts, Link let out a low groan, and coughed harshly, more blood trickling from his lip.

Dot gave his hand a tight squeeze, and pushed open the door, looking around in surprise at the fact that it was almost dark out. They’d been in there longer then she’d thought.

They hobbled outside, and Dot looked up at the pale orange sky, relief beginning to settle over her.

“Look Link, we’re out,” she said softly, and he gave her a very faint smile.

“You’re... ‘mazing Dot...” he murmured, a proud note to his voice, and he let his head flop onto her shoulder. “Love...”

A pop of smoke interrupted whatever it was he was going to say, and Dot gasped as no less then a dozen soldiers appeared and surrounded her and Link. Some were bigger then the others, holding large katanas, and Dot held more tightly to Link as one stepped forward.

“Did you truly think you could escape?” he asked in a low voice, and Dot took a step back.

“Well, I was sort of hoping, yes,” she said in a voice that was much calmer then she felt. “Why do you want us anyway? Link obviously didn’t know what you were talking about, so why don’t you just let us go?”

“Oh we’d barely started on him,” the soldier chuckled. “He has secrets we want, and we will get them. Though... perhaps he would be more willing to tell us what he knows if you switched places with him.”

Dot took another step back, and Link raised his head, his face furious as he glared at the soldiers.

“Don’t... dare touch her,” he growled, and most of them laughed.

“You’re in no state to stop us,” the large one said, doubtlessly grinning behind the mask he wore. “I’m thinking we start with those pretty freckles of hers, what do you think?”

Link let out a hoarse shout of outrage and tried to throw himself forward, but Dot stopped him as he broke into another series of thick coughs, nearly falling over.

She held more tightly to him as the circle around them shrank, the soldiers raising their weapons. Dot gritted her teeth, and dug deep into her chest, gathering every bit of strength she hadn’t used yet. Her hands began to glow, and Link’s grip on her shoulder tightened as she felt herself begin to shake.

The soldier who’d been speaking ran forward, and Dot shouted as she let all of her power burst out of her in a bright wave, throwing almost all of the soldiers back.

She felt her head swim, and despite how hard she tried to stay on her feet, Dot dropped to a knee, Link falling beside her.

Several of the larger soldiers began to get to their feet, and the one who’d been speaking grabbed his weapon from where it had dropped, standing with a menacing tilt to his shoulders.

“Valiant effort, highness,” he said in an amused, and slightly breathless voice. “But it will take more then that to stop the Yiga—”

He moved suddenly, just in time to receive an arrow to the shoulder instead of through his neck.

More arrows swiftly followed, and several of the soldiers disappeared into puffs of smoke, someone shouting that they were under attack. Dot watched all of this, feeling dizzy as she held on to Link, and tried to work up the energy to get back to her feet.

Come on Zelda, you’ve got to get Link out of here!

A shadow fell over her, and Dot had only enough time to look up and recognize it was a soldier, before he swung his weapon towards her and Link.

Dot cried out and immediately moved to cover Link, but instead of a sword hitting her, she heard a pained shout.

She looked over in surprise, and felt a relieved smile pull at her lips as she saw one of Link’s fellow heroes standing in front of her, sword blocking the attack. With one swift movement he forced the soldier backwards, and when he moved to strike again, the soldier disappeared to smoke.

He turned back to look at her, and she felt overwhelming relief roll over her as she recognized him as the one they called Sky, his face kind as he kneeled beside her.

“Are you all right?” he asked quickly, and she nodded, firmly shaking away her dizziness.

“I’m fine, but Link...”

“Oh Four,” Sky breathed, and Link raised his head, looking at him blearily.

He opened his mouth to speak, but broke into a coughing fit instead, more blood spattering his lips. Sky’s face turned more frantic, and he shouted behind him, two more of the heroes running over. They both wore blue, and Dot took a minute to parse them out as Wild and Wind.

Link’s head fell on her shoulder again, and Sky helped them both to their feet while Wild kept his bow out, keeping an eye on the battle around them. Wind pulled Link’s other arm around his shoulder since he was closer to his height, and they quickly moved away from the fight.

The sounds of shouting and swords began to fall away, and before Dot knew it, the other heroes were pulling to a stop, Wind carefully setting Link on the grass.

“Is he okay?” he asked worriedly, and Dot saw Sky swallow as Wild rifled in his pouch, finally lifting out a fairy.

“He will be,” Wild answered, and Dot took Link’s hand in hers as the fairy zipped forward, swirling around his chest and face.

The swelling at his eye went down, though it was still a bit off-color, and Link took a deeper breath as the fairy finished, blinking both eyes open. Dot leaned over him as he looked tiredly around, and a smile pulled at his cheeks as he saw the heroes, the expression only growing as he saw her.

“Hey,” he said, voice still a little raspy from his earlier screams, and Dot met him halfway as he tried to sit up, pulling him into a hug.

She set her head on his shoulder, and he did the same, Dot catching sight of the other heroes smiling nearby. She didn’t pay any attention to them though, and continued to hug Link, utterly relieved that it didn’t sound like he was going to suddenly stop breathing anymore.

He was okay.

“Thank you Dot,” he said into her shoulder, and she squeezed him. “Goddesses, I don’t know what I’d do without you. You saved my life.”

“Don’t worry about it Link,” she whispered back. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

“You too,” he murmured.

He squeezed her hand, and she squeezed it back, and they didn’t say anything further.