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batrogers · 2 months
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Febuwhump Day 07: Suffering in Silence
Sore hands, sore legs, and sorely losing the war.
A version of the First Hero, only loosely based off the Zelda comic about him. Friend's challenged me to use my markers again, which worked out pretty decent given I mostly have sharpies. Other details in pencil.
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For requests: how do you think the boys would react to a fem!dom reader asking to peg them?
Ooooo good question! I'm adding First and Fierce as a Treat lol
Fierce
Stunned
You're probably the first to ask him
He's a literal god
But he also loves you and is willing to try things with you
So of course he agrees to try it
He's not nervous but a little confused when you guys start out mostly because you haven't done this with him before
He likes it, though!
Fierce ends up loving pegging
He'll ask you himself if you go too long without filling him
First
Turns as red as possible and sputters
"What?!"
He probably needs reassurance first.
Tell him you love him no matter what
But he will absolutely try it he's just worried he'll do bad, and you'll hate him (he's wrong, of course)
He adjusts after a minute or two and decides he really likes pegging
He won't brag about it, but if he were the bragging type... well.
He definitely wants to do it again
Four
He dosen’t feel particularly strong either way until you ask him.
The idea of YOU pegging him? Sign him the fuck up.
IF applicable He'll look into getting you a custom harness to peg him more comfortably
He adores being pegged.
He definitely asks you about incorporating this more often
Hyrule
He gets blushy and also probably has to ask for clarification on what pegging is
He's a little hesitant, mostly because he doesn't want to disappoint you.
But once you try it, he's Hooked. Capital H and all.
Definitely gets whiney for you
Legend
He's a brat and I love him
He agrees and teases you. "What, you need more control?"
Don't let him fool you, he's VERY on board
All it takes is one thrust to break his bratty attitude. It just flips him into full on subspace.
He'll probably ask you for more than one round too
Sky
He just smiles as he agrees
He went to Knight Academy, he definitely has a good knowledge of sex, kinks, and positions. Locker room talk took its toll.
He takes to pegging like a champ, but he gets squirmy because he just can't stay still
Sky 100% asks for this to happen again and again
IF you're okay with him bragging about you he tells people how good you are to him.
Time
He was probably trying to figure out how to ask you to be honest
He agrees readily and is ready to try it as soon as possible.
He's so good for you, tell him he's pretty and takes you so well
He'll happily bottom for you anytime
Twilight
He goes red but asks what you expect of him when you do peg him
He just wants to please
He doesn't think he'll enjoy it too much
He is WRONG
Twilight likes it more than he expected and even tells you so
Warriors
He was probably going to ask you
He just wants to be taken care of
He agrees happily and asks if you'd be willing to do this more often
He's so pretty for you
Wild
He hadn't considered it really but he'll try most things once
He's anxious but most because he hasn't been pegged before
Wild likes it, though, and definitely wants to add it to the rotation
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snarky-art · 2 years
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“Lambs for the Slaughter”
Wips. Don’t know if I’m ever gonna finish them tbh so I figured I’d post what I got just in case this is all I do.
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pencil-for-a-dog · 4 months
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Sketches of Seeo in "The first hero" by QuillWrighter pre-time travel lol
I love him so much
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sparrowsworkshop · 9 months
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“All I Am” by OneWingedSparrow, for Zelink Week 2023; Chapter 1: Deceptive Appearances
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Next Chapter >>> (Coming Soon) Fic Summary: The captain of the Knights of Hylia has been tasked with holding back the demon king’s forces. Aware that he is out of his league, Link struggles with coming to terms with the gravity of this command. Fortunately, Hylia is watching out for him. Main Tags: Link / Hylia, Hylia & The First Hero, Hylia & Link vs Demise, Worth, Purpose, Romance, Skyward Sword I Love You But We Ignore SkSw Canon for the Sake of Creative Liberty, I suppose that fact makes this an AU, it’s supposed to be set way before the events of Skyward Sword anyway, Additional Tags to Be Added Warning Tags: Alcohol Use, Conversations about Death, Struggling with Feeling Unworthy, Addtional Tags to be Added
Author’s Note: This fic will be rated M on AO3, but will stay SFW throughout. Before you choose to read, please be mindful that this story will touch upon heavier themes. Angst with a Good Ending: As of now, I cannot promise that this story will have a Happy ending; but I am certain that it will be Good. Read on AO3 @zelinkcommunity​ Here is my fic for Day 2 of Zelink Week 2023! “Forbidden.” The rest of this fic will not be posted for Zelink Week (I have other fics to share for the remaining days), but I intend to return to it at a later date! I hope you will keep it on your radar! ✨ Reblogs are appreciated!
~ He was going to die. He knew better than to believe in mercy from a demon king. That’s why Link didn’t bat an eye at the inflated price of Tabantha’s homemade whiskey, but simply tossed the bag of rupees over the counter at her and started drinking straight from the bottle. If anyone had been seated on the empty stool to his right, they might have noted the haggard lines carved into the man’s forehead—that is, if those were even visible under the low-hanging hood of his tattered black cloak. If such a person had a keen eye, they might even have recognized the blood red scarf tucked inside the hood, a noose that never left his neck; and they would well have wondered, perhaps aloud, “What is the captain of Hylia’s army doing at this bar at this hour, drinking his life away?” Not that the captain himself would have answered. Link’s eyes were distant, staring into a realm no mortal could wander. He downed the whiskey with the same practice and precision as he might have driven a blade into the heart of a foe. How long he sat there, whiling away what little remained of his life, Link neither knew nor cared. Though Tabantha’s bar was filled with its usual number of patrons, and a steady hubbub rollicked the room, silence was the captain’s only companion. Until someone took the stool to his right, and swung it towards him, long skirt swishing over the worn, oak floor. Removed though he was, the motion caught his eye. Link glanced over the bottle to see a woman beside him, leaning one elbow over the bar. The light from the sconces on the wall seemed to make her hair sparkle; golden, it was, and long like a tapestry, with purple beads braided into a few choice sections. If he was in his right mind, he might have thought her beautiful. But hearts blinded by dread so rarely acknowledge the beauty set before them, prominent though it may be. “No man thirsts so without reason,” his companion said. Her voice was soft, and seemed to float through the air like a feather. “What is it that you seek to forget?” Link tugged at his scarf, freeing just enough to wipe his mouth. A burp came out before his reply, but he was too drunk for his lack of table etiquette to bother him. “All of it,” he said, raising the bottle in a solitary toast. “Take it...take it away.” “That is much to ask for, my friend. Is that truly what you wish?” “Why not?” He laughed, hard and long, but there was no humor in the sound. “No point in holding on. You get it, yeah? You—you unnerstand.” Even the hearty din of the room could not drown out her silence. She was quiet for a time, though he wasn’t sure how long that time was. He shouldn’t have cared—why was this woman even bothering to talk to him, anyway?—and yet, when he tipped the bottle back again, it froze before the rim even touched his lips. She...she was looking straight at him, and for some reason, he startled. Her face...those eyes. Did he know her? Huh. How strangely...familiar. This unplanned staring contest could have gone on forever, had the woman not looked away first. Despite this, Link knew she was not turning away from him, not writing him off as some drunken fool blabbering on. No, she was still listening; he was convinced she was listening. For some reason, words started to dribble out of his mouth, freely as the whiskey on his chin. “We’re gonna die,” Link said bluntly. “We’re all gonna die. They think we can fight the Demon King. Ha!” His voice cracked. “Th’ last line of defense, they call us, an’ they’re right, they’re right. They’re right, y’know. We can’t hold him off for long. Not alone, without divine aid.” He spread his arms wide for dramatic effect, and then let them fall, limply, to his sides. Her long, pointed ears inclined towards him, her countenance somber. “Your wisdom is sound,” she said softly. “Facing him alone is ill-advised.” The bottle was slick in his grasp. He tipped it on accident, spilling a considerable amount of booze on his cloak. Link growled at the treachery, and tried unsuccessfully to wipe it away. “You need not face him alone, Link. I vow, I shall be with you.” This news was surprising enough to divert his attention. He looked her up and down. Round face, white dress, bare feet. Her hands looked too soft to have held any weapons. Her face seemed too peaceful to have seen much battle. If she believed herself a warrior, where was the proof? “You?” he said hoarsely, now too tired to laugh. “I,” she said, with a smile that rivaled the glitter of her beads. “You,” he repeated, frowning. Such confidence, such poise...it all seemed so familiar. Was she an acquaintance? An old friend? Did he know her after all? He couldn’t recall. “Wha’s—” Link hiccuped. “Your name, by the by?” “Hylia,” she replied. “I am Hylia.” Link stared at her through bleary eyes. “Like the—the, the goddess?” “Precisely like the goddess,” said the woman named Hylia, feathery voice embellished with a certain fondness. “You are correct.” Well, he didn’t know anyone named Hylia. Clearly, his gut was mistaken. She must have reminded him of someone he once knew. “Tha’s funny,” Link mused. “You don’...look like a Hy...lia.” With that proclamation, he tipped off the stool. The whiskey slipped from his fingers; but Hylia caught the bottle before it could crash to the floorboards alongside his crumpled form. The liquid sloshed lackadaisically within; the bottle was nearly empty. “And you do not look like a Hero, Captain,” Hylia said, peering down at the floor where he lay, hood and scarf both fallen askew. She set the whiskey upon the counter, and the brown glass dimly reflected the faint glow of her long, golden hair. “But appearance oft belies the deeper truth within.” *        *        * A ruthless hangover thrashed him into waking. Hmm. Tent poles. He was in his tent, back at the warcamp. Birds twittered outside, gossiping behind his back. He sat up and groaned, shooing a fly away from his face. How...did he get here? He had no memory of the night before. “Well, that’s mighty fine,” Link said aloud, with a snort. There was much he wished he could forget; the escapades of last night were certainly the least of his troubles. Summoned by his voice, the flap of the tent lifted. The army cook poked his head in, immediately wrinkling his nose. “Captain. I see you’re awake.” “Yeah? I see it too,” Link muttered dryly. Stretching, he reached for his nearby daypack, and began rummaging through its pockets. “Do you have anything truly useful to report, Dovos?” “The soldiers grow antsy,” Dovos said. “You are not usually absent for the morning drills. Pipit wanted to wake you earlier, but left to run the drills instead.” His fingers danced between several smooth, cold objects. There was a catch. There was always a catch. “How kindhearted of Pipit to let me sleep in,” Link said, distractedly. “I sent him away from your tent.” The cook cleared his throat. “Captain, I...I never thought you to be a drinking man.” There it was. “I am not,” Link replied, and tossed a gift through the air. A single rupee landed in Dovos’ open palms. When he saw the color, the cook’s tanned face turned darker than ever. “Silver? You play a dangerous game, Captain. The Knights of Hylia must abstain from alcohol. You know this.” “And a man on his deathbed is gifted spirits to drown the pain,” Link snapped. “If Hylia so desires, she may strike me down. Frankly, it would be a mercy.” So saying, he threw another rupee at the man. This time, it was gold. Dovos’ eyes went wide. “I appreciate your concern,” Link said, voice hardening, “but my business is my own. Consider this my token of thanks for carrying me back, and mind that you do not follow me on my private outings again.” “I did not carry you back, sir,” Dovos stammered, fumbling with the rupees. Link scowled. “Un—understood, Captain.” The cook ducked, and the flap closed after him. Blasted headache. Link rubbed his eyes, while his dry, dirty hair fell over his face like a veil. What had become of him the evening before? Had he stumbled back here alone? In the dark? Miles from camp? No...someone had to have been with him. Hiding his intoxicated state from the soldiers. Ensuring no one took advantage of him on the way. Keeping him from getting lost. With a sigh, Link loosened the scarf on his neck, and then threw the soiled fabric to the corner of the tent. As if that would happen. No one ever cared that much. ~ Next Chapter >>> (Coming Soon)
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baileyboo2016 · 11 months
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i made first lol 😙✌️
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he’s so freakin tall for some reason what 😭 i thought i made him the same height as time
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alasse-earfalas · 4 months
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Short ficlet based on the Skyward Sword manga. First Link is a lettol guy and makes a wish on the Triforce.
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roofcatfanart · 2 years
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A more detailed version of The First Hero, and a little bit of lore for my au.
So the idea of this au is that there was a time before Hyrule, long before skyward sword and based on how we have two gods for the Tri-force of power and wisdom held by Demise and Hylia respectively it would make sense that there was a third for Courage.
Primarily this au is focused on Linked Universe and First being rightfully pissed at Hylia and Demise for cursing the links, Zeldas and Gorons into a reincarnated cycle of child heroes. As some really should be.  
But I though it would be intresting if First knew Hylia and Demise before so the three of them were in a poly and married before Hylia and Demise got First killed (Unintentional consequence) then it dessovled their relationship as they were separated and feed gossip and speculation from other gods in the realms they were trapped in and then the hyrule lore happened with Demises motivation to take the tri fore being to resurrect First.
The world before hyrule was extremely populated with gods, with several major gods that would have the equivalent power of Hylia and Demise as the major current detitys and several that were just shy of the Power of the golden goddesses.
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Anyway, the ancestors of all “modern” races in hyrule are related to different types of “cursed”, people who defied or irradiated gods. These curses had large ranges from annoying inconvenience to deadly to the cursed and the people around them. Curses can be passed down from child to parent and cursed can change overtime if two people with different curses have children.
The cursed can be put into catagories but idk what they are currently so i’ll make a master post or sm idk.
Most cursed families have either small families of 3 to 5 members at any given time or 24 to 35.
First category (heh) is curse of Fae, the ancestor of what would be known as hylians, fairies and most spirits like the korok, the Deku tree, minish and Wizzrobe.
The fae typically were the average height of “modern” gerudo women (6″6 feet to 8 feet tall), curent korok and fairies (3 feet to 6 inches) or minish (1 inch to 4 cm)  and have higher amounts of muscle and strength. With a higher propensity for magics and senses, they quickly pioneered most areas of magic with the exceptions of elemental magics which the rito, gerudo, goron and Zora excelled at.
Curse of fae typically has three sub categorizes, changeling, fair folk and nymph.
Changeling fae are typically the dominant ancestor of korok, deku trees and minish as they were cursed to change forms with little or some effect on their personalities or mental state with the biggest changes being phyical. Often times these people are cursed due to helpful deeds or by nature and spirit gods. The curses range from growing animal parts to full changes into servants of the god. The physical changes can not be reversed if the curse is broken but the mental changes will be fixed.
Fair folk fae often have mild physical and mental changes, and are the dominant ancestors of fairies and wizzrobe. The curse often gives the barer the ability to wield magic often at the cost of memories or core personality traits as well as physical changes to the body. This often results from people pranking or tricking gods into giving them boons or treasure. Typically wealth or trickster gods cast these curses. Curses ranged from chan9into a physical reflection of the person to personally growth by physical changes .
Nymph fae have little or some physical changes with large mental effects as these cursed can only be made by powerful gods. Typically having elongated ears and heighten hearing, nymphs are made from curses made to isolated the cursed person. Ranging to people falling in love at first sight or gradual out-casting after a period of time, these larger powered curses have few individuals and family lines that bare them as few gods are powerful enough to cast and/or sustain such curses. Most have mental effects due to prolong time being cursed rather than an actual effect of the curse which differentiates them from Fair folk while having little or some physical changes differentiating them from Changelings as well as having higher magic powers and much more difficult cursed braking requirements as they are often tailored to the cursed person. These fae are the dominant ancestor of Hylians and sheika with mixing of Fair Folk and Changeling, as most nymphs are made from people who purposely reject the desitions gods make either because they personally find the decition morally wrong (outcasting curse) or turn down the god romantically/ sexually (loving curse).
The First Hero comes from a large cursed family, the original curse being that the grandfather would be cast out of any community, regardless if made by the grandfather as the curse breaking requirement is to be selfish to the destruction of others as the grandfather saved refuges who refused to worship the dominant god in the country.  The grandfather found the grandmother a changeling who turned into a swallow and had five children. The curse changed from his father where the father could temporarily uses the boons provided by curses such as high levels of magic or curse specific abilities. When his father married his mother who could break curses at the cost of adding years to her curse of exile it created The First Hero's curse of being able to take on other curses temporarily and finish the breaking condition for the cursed person as well as permanently having that person's curse boon if they give permission.
I'm going to do Firsts clothes later but a major characteristic of cursed people is that all curses leave a physical mark on the person with a design the glows white. As a way to mark cursed out from the general population and to condemn them, cursed people have their clothes bleached white over time according to how powerful the curse is and what color they are wearing with lighter colors bleaching fast while darker colors bleach slowly.
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Some sketches of First's ears :3
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Of the 19 hijackers who carried out the Sept 11 attacks:
15 were from Saudi Arabia (a powerful/oil-rich country the U.S. works hard to maintain diplomatic relations with)
2 were from the United Arab Emirates (also a powerful/oil-rich country the U.S. works hard to maintain diplomatic relations with)
1 was from Egypt, 1 from Lebanon.
None of the hijackers were from Iraq.
None of the Sept 11 hijackers were Iraqi.
None of the 9/11 hijackers were from Iraq.
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lilislegacy · 1 month
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Percy at ease
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Percy calm, but a little on edge
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Percy when mildly angry
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Friendly reminder that Percy jackson - our beloved silly adorable seaweed brain - is absolutely terrifying. When he’s angry, when he’s scared, when he’s on edge - he’s not warm and fuzzy.
No other character gets that reaction from people. Jason (the sweetie) is perceived as calm and in control, nico (our favorite self-outcasted outcast) is perceived as solemn and creepy, reyna (girlboss queen slay) is perceived as confident and assertive, and annabeth (our girl) is perceived as fierce, clever, and formidable. They are all intimidating to an extent.
But not like Percy. No. Becasue even when he’s at ease, he’s described as wild and disobedient. And when he’s not at ease, even if just little bit, he’s perceived as powerful, dangerous, and scary. Someone who NOBODY wants to mess with. Nobody even questions his power. One look from him has literal gangs running the other way. One look from him has Leo so scared that he’s literally shaking, and feeling the same innate fright and alarm that he does when jason summons an ear-piercing, earth-shaking, deadly bolt of lighting.
like… HELLO??? can we all just sit on that for a moment?? good lord
One angry look from percy has people thinking one thing: Run.
Percy is, canonically, the character that people find the most frightening and intimidating.
And unless he’s in a good mood - which you better hope he is - the reality is that most of us would be completely terrified of him if we met him.
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Can you draw Percy in a shark onesie and Annabeth in an owl onesie? I need it for a fanfic. Happy birthday by the way, I love your art.
They dance 🎶
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nerdpoe · 2 months
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Constantine has found an, as the colloquial term would be, easy mark.
He's just found out that the High Prince of the Infinite Realms is a freshly dead fourteen year old. And like, yeah, sucks that the kid died, he feels for him.
But also; the kid has a problem that's ridiculously easy to solve.
The American Government is trying to declare war on the realm that holds all universes together, and Constantine knows a few people who can bring that to light and get that shit shut down real fucking quick.
So he goes to Amity Park, to the little Prince's haunt so he can pin him down, help him out for "free", and work out a deal to call the American Government off.
Except the kid just wants him to do his stitches. Because the American Government wasn't bluffing, and has developed weapons that can and will harm the fabric of reality.
John does the kids stitches. They aren't very good, but they're the best he can do.
He sticks around.
He patches the little Prince up.
He...he gets attached.
He watches the GIW actually hurt the kid, seriously, to the extent that he actively steps in and gets himself labeled a terrorist by taking them out.
Now he's got an angry Big Three on the line, demanding to know what is going on, and he's realizing that he's a little past tricking a deal out of a kid that has too much power.
It's personal.
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pencil-for-a-dog · 10 months
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Uhhh... I know I haven't draw in a while, and that might have affected the qulity of this drawing, but I really wanted to do it and post it as fast as I could because "The first hero" by QuillWrigther is freaking amazing and I think you all might give it a try, especially if you like all the time travel thing alongside with the first hero from an era where the quirks werent quite common.
P.S: I don't know if they have a tumblr, there's an account by their name but it hasn't updated since 2020
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haliaiii · 2 months
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Juno’s champion
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medievalatkinson · 2 months
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shut up seaweed brain jst hold me for a while ☹❤
poor frank when he found them 😭😭
this is the other version w more light HEHE
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