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three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat · 1 year

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Being in the Shrine of Resurrection for one hundred years, Link hasn't had much of a chance to touch anyone

(It's just 5+1 hug edition)

Link… isn’t sure when the last time he had touched anyone was.

Monsters didn’t count, and throwing a Yiga over his shoulder definitely didn’t. Brushing hands while exchanging rupees or items only lasted for a second… and no matter how many times they try, he simply couldn't touch any of the champions.

Only two of his recovered memories had him touching anyone outside of a combat situation, so clearly he was used to it… so why does it hurt so much when he sees others exchange casual touch? Why can’t it be him on the receiving end of a hug or a hair ruffle?

Maybe this is normal. He only has a month’s worth of memories to his name, and he’s traveled very little of Hyrule. Maybe it’s normal to only touch those close to you.

(But… he doesn’t have anyone. He’s alone with only four spirits for company.)

“We are close to Zora’s Domain.” Mipha says one evening, folding her hands in her lap. She looks at the gray storm clouds in the distance. “I know we promised not to push you… but the reservoir is close to full, now. It will be dangerous for not only my people, but those downriver as well.”

“It’s fine.” He says. It’s been long enough; he needs to do something. “I was going there anyway.”

“Oh.” She says, some of the ever present stiffness leaving her. “Thank you, Link.” She brushes a hand against his arm in thanks, but he feels nothing but a cool breeze.

“Say, hey there!” A voice calls from above, cutting through the sound of rain.

He looks up, catching sight of a figure waving at him. Upon noticing Link’s attention, he leaps down, landing on the ground with surprising lightness.

“Pardon the entrance, but you are a Hylian, aren’t you?” He nods. “I was hoping perhaps you’d have a moment to talk.”

He tilts his head to the side slightly, curious about what could possibly have been important enough for such a dramatic entrance. “Okay.”

“Splendid! Ah, but I’m forgetting myself. I am Sidon, Prince of the Zora! If I may ask, what is your name?”

“Link.”

“What a fantastic name! Although I can’t shake the feeling I’ve heard it somewhere before…” He muses. “I can tell by the way you carry yourself that you are a proud warrior. You must have quite some skill among your people.”

“I guess.” He’s never really thought of himself like that.

“Right now, Zora’s Domain is in grave danger because of the massive rainfall coming from the Divine Beast Vah Ruta! The only way to appease it is with shock arrows, but I’m afraid we Zora cannot touch them. Will you please accompany me to Zora’s Domain and help us?”

He glances at Mipha, but she’s frozen in shock, staring at Sidon.

“Sure.”

Sidon grabs his hand, shaking it enthusiastically. He grins broadly, showing off sharp teeth. “Thank you, Link, thank you!”

He stares down at his hand, only distantly acknowledging Sidon’s words of warning and the elixir handed to him. The place where skin met scales tingles, and it’s with a still clouded mind that he heads to Zora’s Domain.

“Thank you.” Sidon says, tears at the corners of his eyes. “For letting my sister’s spirit rest.”

He nods, Grace sitting warmly in his chest, and pointedly doesn’t look in Mipha’s direction. She’s free to move on, and he doesn’t understand why she decided to stay with him.

“Oh, Sidon.” She says softly. "Have you blamed yourself all this time?"

Sidon drops to one knee, and wraps him into a hug. It’s too much all at once, almost overwhelming, but he melts into the warmth, hugging him back just as tightly.

“Ah.” Sidon says when he pulls back, all too soon. He clears his throat. “That was a bit sudden; perhaps I should not have done that.”

“No!” He says, face hot, and waves his hands frantically. “I didn’t mind, not at all!”

“Very well.” A smile once more appears on Sidon’s face, and he pats Link’s shoulder. “Let me treat you to a meal, yes? I imagine that fight was quite taxing.”

Across the continent, the Gerudo Desert is the opposite of Zora’s Domain.

“It’s been a while since I’ve seen my home like this.” Urbosa says, as if Link isn’t getting scammed out of all of his rupees right in front of her. “The sunset is beautiful, no?”

“Not as nice as one on the snowy peaks of Hebra, but it has its appeals.” Revali agrees, obvious glee in his voice as he watches Link hand over six hundred rupees. (Honestly, it’s not worth it.)

He rolls his eyes, hurrying back down the ladder with a bundle of clothes in his arms.

Before they enter Gerudo Town once more, Riju turns to him, and hugs him. “Thank you for helping my people.” She says, muffled by his armor, and releases him quickly, dashing across the sand with Patricia following her.

He stares down at the empty space, confused, before a warm feeling unfurls in his chest. Not even Revali’s laughter at his stunned expression is enough to shake it away.

Riju waves to the side of the throne where a pair of chests lie, still a little flustered from her surprise hug earlier. “These were Chief Urbosa’s weapons, the Scimitar of the Seven and Daybreaker. I think she would have liked for you to have them.”

He opens the chests, and Urbosa comes to stand at his side, inspecting the weapons.

“I don’t know how they were retrieved, but I hope they will serve you well.” She says as he slings the shield over his shoulder.

“Hey.” Buliara says gruffly before he can leave. He turns back, and she reaches out and ruffles his hair. “You did good, kid.”

Link freezes, not moving until the weight leaves his head.

“Take good care of Chief Urbosa’s weapons. If you ever need them repaired, come to me.”

“Thank you.” He says, and rushes out of the throne room, the touch still lingering on his head.

Rito Village is cold. He isn’t sure why he expected otherwise, given the warnings he received on the journey there, but the biting wind seems at odds with the warm atmosphere there.

The Flight Range is even colder, and as he puts away his bow, shivering, he’s grateful he decided to spend the rest of his rupees on the snowquill armor.

“Good job, kid.” Teba pats his head. “You might even be as good as Master Revali.”

“I think not!” Revali says, scandalized.

It’s only the sheer absurdity of Revali’s outrage that keeps him from freezing up again, and he ducks his head, hoping it wasn’t obvious. Is this what it should be like? Casual touches, even between strangers? He wouldn’t really call Teba a friend yet, so that couldn’t possibly be it.

“Link!” Tulin says, barreling into his legs for a hug. He pats his head, smiling down at him. “Did you see it?”

“He was quite excited when Vah Medoh settled above the village.” Teba says, gesturing to the seat next to him.

“How are you doing?”

“My injuries were not as bad as I feared. I should be asking how you are doing; the battle was visible even down here.”

Link winces, hoping Revali won’t be too upset when he eventually notices the destroyed pillars. “I’m fine. It only got in a few hits.”

Teba hums, and pats him on the head again. “You’ll have to tell the tale another time. It’s getting late; you should rest here for the night.”

Why does he keep doing that? A part of Link screams, even as he wishes the contact had lasted longer.

“I can’t do that.” He says instead.

“Of course you can. Harth, Saki and I have more than enough room.”

If Hebra is going outside during a blizzard, soaking wet, then Death Mountain is running into a fire covered in oil. While fireproof elixirs keep him from dying or spontaneously bursting into flame, it doesn’t stop him from sweating buckets.

It’s with those thoughts that he scales the mountain, Yunobo following him. Hiding from the Skywatchers, having to constantly catch his breath for reasons unrelated to the heat, he almost wishes for the spontaneous combustion instead. The only reason his clothes aren’t soaked through with sweat is because the heat dries them too quickly, so it could be possible.

“I’m awfully sorry about this, little guy.” Daruk says when he stops to down his third fireproof elixir. “Rudania would never usually do something like this.”

“Not your fault.” He signs, just out of Yunobo’s sight.

He chuckles, rubbing the back of his head. “Yeah, you’re right, but I still wish there was something I could do to help you here.”

“Link!” Yunobo cries when he staggers back down the mountain. “I can’t believe you jumped into the volcano like that!”

He gives him a weak thumbs up, keeping the cryonis summoned block of ice pressed to his forehead. He'd run out of elixirs a few minutes before reaching the city, and it was already taking a toll. “‘M fine.”

Yunobo obviously doesn't think so, because he picks him up and starts rushing through Goron City. It's probably a good thing; he felt like he was going to collapse any second.

“He’s dying!” Yunobo says frantically to the healer.

“I’m fine.” Link insists. “It’s just a few burns.”

The healer, a Hylian for some reason, looks him over. “You can set him down over there.”

“What– no–” He protests.

The healer shoves a bottle of fireproof elixir and one of water into his hands. “Drink these while I grab some bandages.”

He drinks them, and feels mildly better, enough to attempt to leave the bed. “I’ve got to–”

“Whatever you can do can wait, young man.” The healer says sternly, already pulling away the ruined shreds of Link’s shirt. “These burns are quite severe.”

“What’s a Hylian doing here anyway?” He asks, resigning himself to his fate even if it’s just to relieve Yunobo’s hand wringing.

“My partner and I run this place together. He handles any injuries the Gorons might have, and I handle the rest.”

“Is his skin supposed to look like that?” Yunobo asks worriedly.

“Hm.” The healer says. “No. The scarring underneath the burns is quite intensive. Quite old, too…”

“It’s nothing.” Link says. “Can’t you just treat the burns?”

“No. You’ll be on bedrest for the next few days I’m afraid. By Hylia, you must have fallen into lava.” He mumbles the last part to himself. That’s… probably concerning.

“Well, he did jump into the volcano.” Yunobo says.

“He jum–” The healer sighs, and lifts his glasses, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “Yes, with those burns, I can believe it.”

“I’m so glad you’re alright.” Yunobo says a few days later, scooping him up into a hug.

He pats his arm, and hugs him back, the stress of the last week leaving him; the warmth he feels isn’t from Death Mountain’s heat.

Standing in the ruins of Hyrule Field, he helps Zelda to her feet, and wordlessly pulls a tunic from his slate.

“Thank you.” She says, letting go of his hand after a long moment. She pulls it on, and rolls up the oversized sleeves.

It dawns on him after a moment– this is the first contact with anything she’s had in one hundred years, of course she would be reluctant to let go. He offers his arm to lean on, and tries not to show that the contact means as much to him as it obviously does to her.

Halfway across the field, the Champions’ gifts rip out of his chest; he staggers, falling to one knee and clutching the space above his heart.

Zelda drops down to his side and rests one hand on his shoulder, peering into his face with concern. “Link? Are you okay?”

The warmth of her hand does nothing to replace the hole left by his gifts’ presence. Tears trace down his cheeks, and it takes everything he has just to remember to breathe.

“Gone.” He whispers hoarsely, the word broken.

“Oh.” She says, realization dawning, and pulls him into an awkward hug. “Oh, Link. I’m so sorry.”

He buries his face into her shoulder, tears soaking through her borrowed shirt instantly, and weeps for what’s lost.

He runs away to Hebra. Rito Village has always been the place he’s most comfortable, and he can’t face Sidon, who looks so much like Mipha, or Riju, Thunder Helm hanging awkwardly on her head. They’ll ask no questions there, and he knows Teba will let him stay at the Flight Range for however long it will take for the hole in his chest to close.

“I saw the Malice disappear from the castle.” Teba says one afternoon, when Link is staring at the fire, lost in his thoughts. He reaches over, patting Link on the head just as awkwardly as the first time he’d done so. It doesn’t fill him with the warmth it usually does. “You did well, kid.”

“Not enough.” He signs. “They’re gone.”

Teba frowns. “The Champions? They died one hundred years ago.”

“Their spirits. They left after I killed the Calamity.”

“You mean to say– Master Revali has been here as a spirit this whole time?”

“You don’t have to call him Master. He was barely older than me.”

“I… see.”

“I don’t know why I expected them to stay.” He says, signs jumbled together as the words come out faster and faster. “They were ghosts for a hundred years, they deserved to rest. But– it hurts. They didn’t even say goodbye.”

“Hey.” Teba says. “It’s okay to hurt. To us, their deaths happened a long time ago, but it was just a week ago for you."

"It doesn't feel okay. I'm supposed to be a hero, why does it– why does it feel so– why do I feel so weak?!" He curls his hands into his hair in frustration, dislodging the feathers.

"Heroes are people too, kid. You don't have to be strong all the time."

"I miss them." His voice cracks painfully. "I miss him."

"I know." Teba sighs. "My father died a few years back. One day you’ll wake up and the pain won’t be so unbearable.”

“It doesn’t feel like that will ever happen.”

“You’ll just have to trust me, then.”

There’s a commotion outside the Flight Range. Link doesn’t pay any mind to it, focused solely on the targets; up here, it’s almost possible to believe the rushing winds are from Revali’s Gale.

“Yes, I know I’m impressive, but please, I must speak with Link.”

A voice drifts through the air, strikingly clear despite the wind, and Link snaps his attention towards it. It… can’t be.

“Well, well.” Revali says, folding his arms behind his back. A strange blue liquid drips from some of his feathers. “Not as good as me, but it’s passable, I suppose.”

Link drops his bow, not caring where it lands, and snaps his paraglider open. He falls to the snow ungracefully, and rushes to Revali, catching him in a hug that makes him stumble.

He ignores the cold liquid, focusing on the warmth seeping through his feathers, the heartbeat thumping rapidly through his chest. Alive alive alive.

“How.” He says.

Revali hugs him back, and he seems almost as desperate as Link does. “There was some sort of chamber in the Divine Beast, like the Shrine of Resurrection. I think it only activated after the Calamity was gone.” He paused. “We were… never really dead.”

That explains the liquid, then. He remembers it dripping from his hair for hours after leaving the shrine.

“Glad you’re okay.” He says, muffled by his feathers.

“Yes.” Revali says, his voice unusually soft. “I’m glad you’re okay as well.”

#febuwhumpday1 #loz #botw #botw fic #botw link #febuwhump #mb's writing #eesh what do i even tag this with #i had to log into desktop just to fix my goddamn italics

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moonshadovv · 1 year

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I was saving these to post when I finish the whole group, but I figured I might as well post them now. Companion to this Mason piece.

[ID in Alt, RB to Support an Artist :)]

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saixpuppy · 10 months

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blog is getting to be overdue for an update because we have had. system changes.

#fuckin lmao we still don't have a proper text post tag.#eesh.#this is a shirou post.#but also a reminder for later. (maybe a heads-up?)

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lunapwrites · 1 year

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First version of chapter: full of soft that didn't fit.

Second version of chapter: full of chaos that kind of also didn't fit.

Third version of chapter: e x t r e m e v i o l e n c e

A...Alrighty then.

#sorry millie #i think you're getting pushed back again #i do not use the term violence lightly #this is... oof.#hp #lp writes #gonna have to edit my tags probably if i go with this #eesh

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banyanas · 11 months

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The Horrors tomorrow

#my condolences but the mood to write the horrors strikes regardless of current fandom #looking at the tag list and going. eesh. sorry frogshow the mood to write horror hit this year

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frodo-with-glasses · 2 years

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Those of you who are subscribed to this story probably know about this already, but just in case, ANECDOTES HAS FINALLY BEEN UPDATED!

A selection of the mini-fics (and not-so-mini fics LOL) from the friendship ask game are now available in one convenient place, without having to deal with tumblr's navigation system :-3 Enjoy!

#ask game #my writing #been meaning to do this for a while and never got around to it LOL #30 new chapters in one day.........eesh #the tags look like a warzone #i'm not likely to stop anytime soon tho LOL

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mayoiayasep · 2 years

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ough i forgot i wrote h.p self insert fanfic in 5th grade

#eesh. that was hard to see #nyx yells #ask to tag

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izzyspussy · 1 year

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@fullyfunctionalminiaturebeehive said: I do not have the brains for specific questions, but please tell us more about these awful people! (lmk if you want me to remove this tag so it's not in your notifs, or even if you want me to anonymize you, because this shit is Rough)

[BODY HORROR, STALKING, PEDOPHILIA, TRANSPHOBIA, LESBOPHOBIA, FATPHOBIA, ABLEISM, RAPE. ACTUALLY I'M GOING TO PUT THIS BEHIND A CUT EVEN THO IT'S LIKE NOT EVEN 500 WORDS LONG BECAUSE HOLY FUCKING SHIT LOL. DEAD DOVE ETC ETC.]

Lily takes requests from Evan for the body she's going to come home to him in before she chooses her next victim (after which she will stalk them for a little while before deciding on the most reliable approach to get them to follow her somewhere or catch them alone, and preferably as close by Evan's house as she can manage).

I think I might have already posted VERY vaguely about this before (or maybe I drafted and then deleted it because I was Scared lol), but. Most of the time Evan makes requests that he actually just wants, that are to his taste or whatever. Like, oh I want this cup size, or maybe she could have green eyes this time, etc. Simple things that would be, like, fine to be into if it weren't for the fact that Lily is going to go out and murder someone so that Evan can fuck them lol.

But! Evan also occasionally will request things just because he wants to be extra evil for a few months, or because it's something he knows Lily won't like having or won't like having to find out is a quality the person she's going to kill for it has.

For example of the former: Evan might tell Lily to steal a minor's body, or a trans man's or butch lesbian's body (though Lily frequently does this anyway, that's kind of her Thing), or a faithful married woman's body, or the body of someone who is very pious and sexually conservative, or the body of a rape survivor. All of these for the purpose of it being a particularly severe violation that he and Lily are going to hyper-sexualize - and specifically sexualize for Evan, a man and a stranger, to partake of sexually - and hyper-feminize their body once Lily takes it from them.

For example of the latter: Evan might tell Lily to steal a fat person's body, or someone's body who has an obvious physical disability or deformity, or - heaven forbid - a brunette. Or he might tell her he wants a bodily quality that Lily could only know her potential victim has if she has sexual contact with them (she's straight) like idk they have a WAP or they're anorgasmic or whatever. Or I guess I suppose Lily could learn that kind of detail if she manages to get close enough to the person that they're comfortable just telling her that, but she doesn't have the patience and also she's really bad at not being an absolute freak that scares most even halfway decent people away from being her friend in very short order.

#jack facts #jack chats #writing process #witch noir #evan wn #lily wn #evlily wn #rape/#it's honestly too much to tag esp given it's all in the body of the post so i'm calling it there #but anyway #can you tell what the Themes are given that THESE particular motherfuckers are the villains #MIGHT DELETE even #i don't think any of this specifically will Come Up in the book (gilded verdict in this case)#but maybe if i'm not too Scared i'll do some deleted scenes ft. it #BEHIND A PAYWALL of course lololol eesh #anyway i'm going to stop stalling now and hit post #catch me possibly deleting this in 20 mins #body horror #paranoia trigger

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cannibalisticskittles · 2 years

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sad wet beast saturday

which is to say, i bathed the cats and they did not like it

#bon bon clawed me GOOD trying to get out #he ripped my shirt too #eesh #poor baby #i got new bath tools that made the bath even quicker than usual #but it doesnt make them like it any better #cat tag

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stuttering-jellyfish · 2 years

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Man idk what the fuck is goin on TikTok rn but ppl really like their “lesbians are mean n scary 🥺” rhetoric huh?

#being butch does NOT equate yo being predatory please touch grass #the amour of shit that ppl have said to me before is INSANE #just bc YOU think butch lesbians cant like typically feminine/soft things doesn’t make it true #lemme live man #eesh gives me a headache #I talk #vent tag

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queeranesearch · 2 years

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jas omg :0 ur in my book bestie and ig u have a visitor

WHO IS IT?

WHO?

#asks #eesha tag #help not the mc's stomach coiling at me. what did i do #BUT PLEASE THIS MADE ME SMILE ILY EESH

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sysig · 2 years

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I didn't know abt the tumblr detox you're doing until now, but I hugely respect it. I was experiencing similar stuff, and actually wound up deleting my tumblr bc of it, for better or worse. You talking about how tumblr is temporary made me think though, i would be so sad if one day i wasn't able to see all your beautiful art. Your Vargas stuff especially has been a huge and much needed source of joy for me since i found it last year. Do you put all of your art anywhere more permanent online?

I can only guess this is about my blog cleaning? Although I’m not deleting any of the original stuff I’ve posted, so maybe my existentialism? All of them feel far away now lol, sorry I'm not Entirely sure what you're referring to haha

I am glad to have been able to provide some comfort and joy with my art, that makes me happy to hear ♥ I hope it continues to!

For better or worse, as you said, tumblr is my main social media at the moment - even the little bits of Vargas and other art that I’ve uploaded to DA have been cherry-picked out from the main sets, so not everything gets crossposted. Also, I’m sure you’ve noticed but I have a kind of daunting backlog, so every time I try to catch up I just feel like I’ve fallen further and further behind haha

The sad reality is, the internet is impermanent. Putting my faith into any one site is just asking for trouble *cough* because who’s to say it’ll be there tomorrow? And crossposting to other websites to try and diversify my odds feels like an uphill battle that only gets worse the longer I go without it and I just end up spiralling lol

Make no mistake, I don’t plan on leaving this hellsite anytime soon! I have no intentions of deleting any of my blogs, and I keep backups should the worst happen - I’m not going anywhere fast lol

All that said, the most reliable places that I’ve been uploading to/looking into have been my Patreon, where allllll my doodles from the last couple years are hosted, unedited, even the ones I scrapped haha, though without my usual commentary. I’ve made plans to add more to my backlog, should there be an interest for it. I’ve also been looking into neocities which has very much withstood the test of time, although I’m still extremely new to it, so don’t expect anything there for a while. I’m always open to suggestions too!

So yes, I’ve got other sites that I frequent, but none to the level of completeness that I’ve got over here. It’s been on my mind, believe you me, to start making a more comprehensive list of “Also find me here!”, I just get easily distracted and disheartened by how much work it’s going to be haha

#Anonymous #Got a little heavy there sorry ouq #It's just been on my mind like - constantly lol #Legacy is shockingly important to me when I step back and look at it for like .2 seconds haha #Anyway anyway anyway #I really am grateful that my art brings you happiness ♥ That's wonderful #And I do very much want to protect it - and all my long-winded musings about it! Lol #It's mostly a matter of finding the time energy and brainspace for it - and taking it in small digestible chunks ugh #I am the most impatient person when it comes to making things - spending multiple ''sessions'' working on something Kills The Man #Part of why I've gotten so little headway on my blog cleaning my last tag was from forever ago eesh #Time is a cruel cruel cruel cruel cruel mistress lol #Anyway!!! To bring a bit of cheer in here!!#If there's ever any art of mine that you Simply Must Save because losing it would be a sad - believe me I've been there so many times #Please feel free to keep a private collection lol - not like you need my permission to download jpgs off the internet #But you do have it - keep a backup folder of faves if it brings you comfort #I know it does for me haha ♪#And in the meantime I'll try and get my brain into a slightly more reasonable condition to work on stuff lol

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