#thread: link

[sassa-fiske]

who: @ironlvngs when: sometime after link was released from the hospital where: link's room

Sassa was fine. She had been one of the first people out of the Commons, she hadn't had so much a cough, she had been immediately released. She was lucky - she knew that. She was inclined to put herself first, so that was what really mattered. And yet...for some reason, when she heard that Link had been in the hospital she felt...worried. It was unlike her, and yet she couldn't stop thinking about if they were okay.

When she heard he had been released, she found herself going towards his room, despite the fact that there were probably other people - people who actually liked him, because she did not, beyond a grudging respect for his manipulation and double-crossing techniques - who would be checking on him. She just needed to...see that he was okay, and then she could stop going in circles about the whole thing.

She knocked on the door, swallowing deeply while she waited for someone to answer it, surprised when she was it was Link themselves. "Are you okay?" she asked, eyes scanning over him, looking for the reason he had been kept in the hospital.

#thread: link #link12 #event: commencement

[mari-zuko]

who: @ironlvngs when: after finding the texts where: top floor of the commons

Mari glanced at one of the print outs, having quickly realized they were all of the same thing - a text from Greer, no indication of who she had sent it to, of her with a blatant...thread, in a way. Holding the paper tightly in one hand (doing her best to steady the shaking), she looked around, noticing Link with one in his hand as well. Trying not to draw attention to herself, she slowly, quietly made her way to his side. "What the fuck is going on?" she asked them in a low voice, glancing out the paper he held too - yup, another one of the same message.

#thread: link #link08 #event: commencement

[n8-shaw]

who: @ironlvngs​ when: sometime during the day of the afterparty/storm where: somewhere central to the partying ofc

Nate wasn’t sure how people were still going, but they didn’t have much of a choice, stuck in the chalet - people had been sleeping off and on, but for the most part, the partying had been continuous. He was actually making his way  to the kitchen to get a drink refill, through the crowded living room, when he felt a slightly shorter figure’s shoulder bumping into his. He glanced over, seeing it was Link trying to get by, having barely noticed him. “Watch it,” Nate said threw his teeth, not in the mood for dealing with Link’s shit that day.

#event: winter break #event: snowstorm #thread: link #link03

[ash-morse]

who: @ironlvngs when: shortly after they got there where: the warehouse rave

It was safe to say Coco was not having a good night. He didn't even want to go to this rave, which was off for him - usually he was down for any type of large social gathering, any sort of party. Even more so when it involved dancing.

And drinking.

And more so recently, drugs.

But anyways.

He had gotten away from Ollie as quickly as he could after G's ill fated attempt at match making, mirrored sunglasses still over his face, though his hat had been spun around backwards at some point, weaving through the crowd as he looked for someone. Anyone, really. That would at least make him feel better than the interaction with Ollie had. Sucked when one of the reliable dealers on campus hated you. Sucked even more when the other one was the first one's fucking boyfriend.

Court nearly had to do a double take when he saw Link, not expecting them to be at the rave, but his mood immediately brightened across his face when he saw them. At least they were, like...on good terms again? He thought? It seemed like they were at least. He reached out, grabbing Link's upper arm and tugging him towards him, so they were standing chest to chest. Easier to hear each other over their raving compatriots that way. "Hi," Court said, a smile playing across his lips. "Wanna get high with me?" he asked, leaning in to murmur the question into Link's ear.

#a jelly gif for u <3 #gag but bc ily #thread: link #link09 #event: g's rave

[lucia-olivo]

who: @ironlvngs when: sometime during the day of the afterparty/storm where: lucia's room in chalet c

Sometimes Lucia was fairly certain she was blessed - the party continuing in her chalet, as a storm raged and light came and went…well, this was one of those times. She had long since changed into something more comfortable, though not everyone had that luxury - and yes, the something more comfortable still involved someone else’s discarded dress shirt. It was chic, okay? “Poor Link,” she purred from where she was stretched out on her bed, listening to her ex complain about their lack of clothing change. “I could probably find something for you,” she said, a wicked gleam coming into her eye, a surely unsavory idea starting to take form.

#event: winter break #event: snowstorm #thread: link #link02

[jacqui-velazquez]

who: @ironlvngs when: mid-day, jacqui's birthday where: inked in red

The bell on the door tinkled as Jacqui swung it open, the sight of Link behind the counter causing a smile to spread across their face as they slide their sunglasses from their nose to the top of their head. "Hi!" they greeted with a bright wave, approaching him as their smile only widened. "If I remember correctly, I think I saw some sort of advertisement for a birthday tattoo deal." Had they? Absolutely not. But Link had said they wanted to tattoo them some point last year, and what better occasion?

#thread: link #link09

[aslyran]

Visions

#i have so much love for botw link #he remembers nothing but the weight of the sword #he is willing to take in incredible amounts of pain and responsibility just to understand himself and his previous life a bit better #its not as if he’s not responsible and courageous #but this iteration of link has lost so much-even before the game it seems taking his destiny has made him quiet #dunno remember who was it who wrote #‘the sword became a needle snd with the thread of destiny; it sew his lips’ #but apart from the desesperation of looking for a trace of himself in all things #he is also guilty and scared of what his past holds #anyways i should write a fanfic not pour this into tags #botw #breath of the wild #link #legend of zelda #master sword #animation #procreate dreams #link botw

[feluka]

Rasha Ezb leads a pro-Palestine chant in front of the Journalists' Syndicate in Cairo, Egypt.

غزة جعانة، غزة جعانة مين حينسينا الخيانة؟ يا حكومات عربية جبانة طفلة ف غزة نايمة جعانة عيش، حرية، الأرض فلسطينية

Translation:

Gaza is hungry, Gaza is hungry Who can make us forget this betrayal? O cowardly Arab governments A Gazan child sleeps hungry Bread, freedom, and a Palestinian land

#the link leads to a thread of other chants too #another one is lead (again!) by mahienour elmasry #and a third one lead by a woman i don't recognize #free palestine

[tinartss]

something something two guys walk into a garden

#don't perceive this too hard LOL i am just doodling while thinking abt them (specifically haitham’s teaser) #but!! stumbled upon this rlly beautifully written thread that perfectly articulates this particular flavor of them omg #https://twitter.com/lanwanggia/status/1741372268888867308 #do links hyperlink in the tags #idk i guess we will find out #haikaveh #kavetham #genshin impact

[densitywell]

spent like an hour trying to find a post abt the disparity of origin companion's content in bg3 and couldn't so, hey, this fucking sucks

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #the fact that the astarion favoritism is baked into the game itself is so darksided oh my god #bc what do you mean wyll has TWO THIRDS THE AMOUNT OF DIALOGUE??? #anyways this thread was also how i found out that astarion is the only one with durge specific scenes #and bc the writer was being forced into crunch and writing for both of them. lol #ETA I know abt Wyll being recast/rewritten and Karlach being added last. the post I linked goes into all of that in detail #as well as linking to another post that goes into even more detail and explains where these numbers came from. #you do not have to tell me. or accuse me of making shit up to make people mad. i know and i'm still mad lol #game design is very complicated yes but there's many ways they could've avoided giving the one black character the least amount of content

[sassa-fiske]

who: @ironlvngs when/where: homecoming, after the crowning

Of course Sassa couldn't even enjoy the fact that she was named to homecoming court, the entire experience tainted by the presence of one of the other winners.

Lincoln Crawford.

They hadn't spoken since the end of last year, when Sassa had clearly been suffering some sort of head injury or severe post-traumatic stress disorder after the fire that manifested in concern for him. No way would she have been worried about their fate otherwise. Several unanswered text messages, a busy summer, and Sassa found herself back on campus, content to ignore Link. Until she learned he had gone and found himself a boyfriend - then her indifference accelerated straight past apathy to straight outrage.

And yet people were voting him to homecoming court. They would never if they saw the truth of he was, like Sassa did. It soured the entire evening, her smile fading away in a petulant frown as she left the stage, hoping to grab Leaky for the dance of the homecoming court, ignoring any potential rules about them supposedly dancing together. Or at least intending to, the plan halted when she came face to face with Link beckoning her into the dance with him. "Do you actually think I'm going to dance with you?" Sassa said through her teeth, not bothering with any greetings or pleasantries after the months of silence between them.

#thread: link #link13 #event: homecoming

[mari-zuko]

who: @ironlvngs​ when: december 3rd, mid-afternoon where: coffee shop on campus

Mari had been sitting on the letter for a few days, going through the motions of classes and school and everything with an air of detachment, distracted the entire time. It being from Greer was equal parts terrifying and frustrating, and yet Mari kept thinking about the possibility that Milo had something to do with it as well. She hadn’t spoken to anyone about its contents, too terrified about what it may mean, petrified about what she may have to admit. And it was making her feel like she was going to fall off the edge.  

Genuinely, Mari felt like there was no one she could tell. No one she could talk to about this. It’s not like anyone knew the full scope of her and Greer’s relationship. But...there was someone who knew a lot of it. Which was how she found herself texting Link, asking him to meet her for coffee. 

“I found a letter,” Mari said quietly once they were sitting at a table opposite each other, her eyes on Link’s for a beat before breaking the eye contact as she held up the letter, the distinctive writing of Greer visible on the outside, who it was from not needing to be further stated. “I was...given a letter,” she corrected. It certainly didn’t count as finding it when it had been left on her pillow.” I’m losing it, Link.” 

#thread: link #link04

[will-bonna]

spearmaster + violet sea slug !

the gills can be molded and pulled from their tail to create needles… it makes a gross sound

here’s the slug reference:3

#my art #rain world #rainworld #slugcat #sea slug #rw scug #rw slugcat #spearmaster #rw spearmaster #violet sea slug #this was super fun to design and draw :3 #again i’m designing these based on a twitter thread!! #will probably attach a link to it when i’m done all the designs and put them into one post but until then feel free to ask me for the link #GOODNIGHT STAYED UP WAY TOO LATE FOR THIS

[ash-morse]

who: @ironlvngs​ when/where: during the carnival, evening

How long had it been since he and Link had spoken? Court couldn’t even think of the answer when their eyes landed on him, longing spearing through him. There was no easy way to broach the gap that had widened between them since winter break, Coco having long since wanted to check in on them, see if Link was okay, but not knowing how - and even if he did know how, he was so unsure of if Link would even want him to. And every time he thought of the reaction, how Link had stormed off....it made him too nervous to even think about trying to attempt it. 

But something about the way that Link was skulking around at the carnival made the endearment overpower the anxiety, Court slipping through the crowd to appear at his side, a smile painted on, blue eyes sparkling, forcefully pretending that nothing had gone wrong - if he acted normal, maybe Link would forgive them, forget it. “You look awfully out of place,” he said, head cocked to one shoulder. “If I win you a prize, will it make you look happier to be here?” 

#event: spring carnival #thread: link #link08

[spriteofmushrooms]

The first time Jin Guangyao held Jin Ling did not go as he'd expected. Jiang Wanyin, half-mad and barely functional, for some reason had been allowed into the nursery by Jin-furen. The moment whispers of this reached Jin Guangyao, of course he went to intercede; and it was fortunate he had. He could hear wailing halfway down the corridor.

"Why is he crying?" Jiang Wanyin demanded of the wetnurse as he held the baby incorrectly.

"This one is sure Sandu Shengshou knows better than her," she replied, eyes wide. Jin Guangyao made note of this, but he had few hopes of improvement. Jin servants knew to be meek.

"Obviously, I don't," Jiang Wanyin snapped, brows furrowed as he stared down at Jin Ling. Jin Guangyao purposefully brushed the silk of his robe, and like a dog Jiang Wanyin raised his head at the sound. "Lianfang-zun, what am I doing wrong?"

With a smile, Jin Guangyao moved between the shaking wetnurse and the mad dog of Lotus Pier. "Jiang-zongzhu, babies require support. Adjust your hand--yes, ah, slightly to the side--"

"Please just show me," Jiang Wanyin said, sounding tired as he held out Jin Ling.

The moment stilled. If his cultivation were better, Jin Guangyao believed he would hear the wetnurse's breath stop. She was, after all, expressly forbidden from allowing his whoreson hands to touch his nephew; yet neither of them could deny a sect leader.

A-Ling was warm and soft, sweetly heavy as all babies should be. His embroidered, daffodil-colored swaddling still burned with the heat of Jiang-zongzhu's high cultivation. Automatically, Jin Guangyao checked the boy for a fever; but of course no illness was allowed to fester in this child.

His chubby cheeks were red from crying, but as Jin Guangyao settled him in his arms, Jin Ling slowly quieted.

"As expected of Lianfang-zun," Jiang Wanyin said, slightly mocking.

When Jin Guangyao gauged his expression from under his eyelashes, however, Jiang Wanyin seemed wistful. He looked as young as he was.

(For a moment, Wen Ruohan's laughter filled his mind. "Xiao-zongzhu" had been a common target of derision, in the beginning. Wen Chao's account of the rape of Lotus Pier had been unusually thorough, and its contents were well-known amongst Wen Ruohan's inner circle. Jin Guangyao had not included the details in his reports to either his father or Lan Xichen. He doubted that this discretion would matter at all to Jiang Wanyin, who had tortured Wen Chao at the side of Wei Wuxian. What would he do to Jin Guangyao for being the last to know?)

Choosing to ignore the self-deprecation and memories both, Jin Guangyao instructed Zidian's master on the handling of human children. Jiang Wanyin made an attentive student, but he did not reach to take Jin Ling even once Jin Guangyao finished. "Would you like to hold him?"

Frowning with concentration, Jiang Wanyin nodded and sidled closer. He held his arms as Jin Guangyao had shown him, and then he checked Jin Guangyao's face, seeking approval.

"Good," Jin Guangyao said. Jiang Wanyin didn't smile, but some tension eased. Careful not to touch hands, Jin Guangyao returned Jin Ling to his jiujiu.

The wetnurse's gentle "oh" described the scene well.

Against the black and violet, Jin Ling looked like a ray of sunshine piercing clouds. Jiang Wanyin's face cleared until he looked as delicately beautiful as gossip painted him to be; while Jin Guangyao generally considered him fragile, it was more in the sense of an arrow point designed to break once it pierced flesh. Now, though, he could understand why Jiang Wanyin was so often painted as a mourning lover spurned by the Yiling Laozu.

Then Jin Ling fell asleep, and Jiang Wanyin's eyes watered. He slowly settled onto the couch, careful not to jostle their nephew.

"How long can I stay?"

Ideally, half an incense stick. Jin Guangyao turned to the wetnurse. "Could you please ask Jin-furen to advise us?"

She bowed her head and left.

After a few moments, Jiang Wanyin said, "She needs guards in the room with her. If she can't even tell me I've fucked up, how will she fare against assassins?"

"Gold Scale Tower has many guards," Jin Guangyao began, but Jiang Wanyin snorted.

"Where do you think we are? If some pompous Jin cousin demands Jin Ling, would she say no? Much less someone with weapons drawn."

"As a servant--"

"Jiang servants can and would."

Jin Guangyao smiled. "Is it not true that Jiang servants are entirely comprised of disciples, disciple candidates, and those who failed to cultivate but chose to stay?"

"It's a sect," Jiang Wanyin answered. "Typically, they are operated like sects, yes."

"Gold Scale Tower must run in accordance with its scale," Jin Guangyao said. "The servants are often merely servants."

Jiang Wanyin, whose face displayed his opinion of that, said nothing for a moment, allowing Jin Guangyao to notice his headache. "She needs guards for herself, not just outside of the room," he repeated.

"Perhaps this is something you can address with Jin-furen?"

Looking up from Jin Ling, Jiang Wanyin studied him. "Alright. Is there anything else you want me to say?"

Jin Guangyao's fingers twitched with the desire to straighten his gold robes. "Between Jin-furen and Jiang-zongzhu, I am sure that all concerns have been considered."

"Please, you notice everything and didn't accept one single item I suggested for a-jie's wedding," Jiang Wanyin said. "Do you expect me to believe you don't have opinions on Jin Ling?"

Jin Guangyao inclined his head, and then he tentatively offered an observation and a suggestion. When Jiang Wanyin merely looked thoughtful, Jin Guangyao continued; while Jiang Wanyin occasionally asked clarifying questions, he never reacted emotionally.

It was... strange, to be in a room with this man, discussing the care of a child he wasn't allowed to do anything for. He wondered what he must look like to Jiang Wanyin to be accepted so easily as an expert on Jin Ling, on anything. Unsettling.

Yet unlike Nie Mingjue, being seen didn't seem dangerous; unlike Wen Ruohan, being noticed didn't accompany invitations to violence.

No, Jiang Wanyin observed him, and his conclusion was that Jin Guangyao could teach him how to hold his one treasure.

For the first time, it seemed like sharing a nephew with this man might be interesting, not simply alarming. Jin Guangyao looked forward to observing him further.

#pallas.rtf #mdzs #chengyao #my writing #i've never written from jgy's pov before 🙈 hopefully it's not too wrong #i wanted to show that jgy is the kind of person who is always thinking; always remembering; always connecting threads #you know. the kind of person who won't get dementia because his neural links are too vast and sexy #and also that he's afraid All The Time #anyway. #chengyao real #also that he plays with jiang cheng like a very stupid but cute puppy #this is deeply important to me and my chengyao feelings

[aryabrier]

Qiao Ling

#i love her so much #i can tell you abt red threads #but i don't speak english well lol #link click qiao ling #qiao ling #digital art #link click fanart #link click #时光代理人 #sgdlr #sgdlr fanart #shi guang dai li ren #shiguang daili ren #my art #art #artists on tumblr