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whoreocookiesnmilk · 7 months
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Happy Wednesday 🖤
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cloned-eyes · 11 months
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no comment - @burningfieldof-clover this is your fault
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katherine-mcnamara · 2 years
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Jamie Campbell Bower as Peter Ballard Stranger Things 4x05: The Nina Project
As I asked in the tags do NOT spoil anything in replies/comments/tags
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watchyourbuck · 6 months
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Inspiration Saturday | Prince AU
"I do not belong to you, and I never will. We have a sacred duty to fulfill" exclaimed the Prince, maintaining his ditance. They were being watched.
"You could" stated Edmundo, his voice barely above a whisper. "You are the heir to the throne, Evan. You could do whatever you pleased."
"I could never abandon my Kingdom."
The words were harsh, said with determination. He sighed, fixing his cape with ease, regaining the decorum he had lost. Edmundo blinked, taking a step forward, his shoulders falling as he saw the other man recoil. "How dare you?"
The royal opened and closed his mouth, unsure of how to respond. "How dare I?" he repeated, confused.
"How dare you run from my touch when I have watched you reach heaven from it?"
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This is my current main wip, and im living for it, so so excited to show you all a piece. i hope you love it as much as i do <3
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joyuntold · 2 months
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I'm so not normal about this btw...
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"Hey, do you know where Tallest Zim went?" "Yeah, he's in his 'memorabilia' room." "Again???" "Shhh!"
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w0lfie-drawz · 5 months
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Pulling out the Bojack Horseman quote for this stream
"It takes a long time to realize how truly miserable you are, and even longer to see that it doesn't have to be that way. Only after you give up everything can you begin to find a way to be happy."
That's the Cellbit quote now. I don't know what to tell you. He realized how empty and miserable he was. He realized it didn't have to be that way. Now he knows what he wants to be happy.
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tsintotwo · 1 year
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Tom Sturridge x Eyeliner
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rockybloo · 4 months
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🌱Beanstalked Double Update🌱
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zoyasribbon · 1 year
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me explaining all the reasons why I would die for zoyalai
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minecraftnewsnetwork · 11 months
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MCNN's Limited Life Week 7 Recap is live!
The team here at MCNN returns for the drama of Week 7, just before Week 8 goes up!
[And if you're behind, you can catch up using our past videos: ]
Week 1 | Week 2 | Week 3 | Week 4 | Week 5 | Week 6
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luimagines · 2 years
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FD! Chain but separately, if thats too much then pick three and have fun with it!!!! :D
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I'M EXCITED TO DO THIS ONE!!! Violence happens, in the typical battle way.
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Boys under the cut! Immediate Reader!
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It was bad. You don’t know how you all let it get so bad. 
Monsters surrounded the area left and right. The more you struck down, three times that amount came to replace them.
You were tired.
You thought you saw some of the boys go down and you didn’t think your numbers could hold the line as it was.
You were bleeding.
Was it possible to call for back up? Were you all on your own for this battle? Is this where the heroes meet their end? Is this where you meet your end? You never did say your final goodbyes. There was so much you wanted to do.
You were giving up.
Is there anyway for you to come back from this? An arrow hits your leg and you vaguely feel more of them impale themselves in your back.
You were falling.
Your whole body was sore. Could really accept this? No. Were going to try and fight it? Could you? No.
You were face down in the dirt and incapable of getting up again.
Vaguely, you hear some yelling on the battle field and the monsters seem to scatter before whatever has joined the field. But you don’t want to hold your breath. It’s hard to breath without eating the dirt anyway.
A white flash passes your vision, quickly followed by a green and blue blur. You’re turned over and the light momentarily hurts your eyes. When they finally clear and you look ahead, the face is almost nye-recognizable. Your heart plummets to your stomach. The white hair, the red and blue war paint, the double helix sword, the soulless eyes... Link’s face.
You try to push yourself away but you can’t get very far.
You stare at him incredulously. Your breath leaves you in an instant and you can only say one thing. “The Fierce Deity.”
Wind
Your heart drops to your stomach and your blood turns to ice. “Wind...What did you do?”
The boy in question looks at you in question and his face turns a bit soft. “I panicked.”
His voice is wrong. It’s too deep. It vibrates. It sounds like there multiple people at once. His eyes close and he winces. He takes a deep breath then, as if he had been holding back a scream .”...It’s so loud. He’s so loud.”
Another monster horn sounds and Wind’s face snaps back into stoic determination. All previous semblance of the little boy gone as he stands once more with the sword in his hand.
He rushes the group of monsters. 
You scream and try to stand again but your injuries make it difficult to find decent purchase on the ground. Wind uses a spin attack as he dives into the middle of the hoard.
Someone comes to grab a hold of you then. You scream again and try to fight them off. 
“It’s me!” Warrior cries. “We need to get you checked out.”
You stop fighting instantly but you snap your eyes back to Wind. He’s eliminated nearly the entire hoard by himself. Warrior looks to where you’ve glued your eyes too.
“I couldn’t get to him in time.” He admits quietly. “He put on the mask before I could tell him to drop it.”
“You know-?” You move to question the man but you begin to feel dizzy and you lose your balance.
Warrior curses next to you as he takes your full weight against him. Wind appears in your vision suddenly and you can feel yourself begin to cry. The world goes hazy and you don’t know how you start moving.
Wind hovers over the two of you until Warrior manages to place you with some of the other wounded.
“Will they be ok?” Wind asks in a voice that’s not his. 
Warrior flinches and sigh. “Once we get the arrows out of them, I think they’ll pull through just fine. That’s what the armor’s for.”
Wind winces again. “...He’s yelling at me.”
“He has a job to do.” Warrior says quietly, sympathizing with the younger. It’s a scene all too familiar to him. “He won’t stop until he finishes it.”
Wind whines and turns again. The sounds of battle call him and the body has him running toward another batch of monsters. Wind can’t control it. He has no clue how Mask managed to stay himself despite the chaos that it raging in his head.
“Wind..” You call before he can run off completely. “Don’t Wind. Take it off. You can take the mask off...”
Wind doesn’t pause in this chase. He keeps going even though there are tears going down his face.
You start to fade in and out of consciousness and you no longer know who’s around you. You can vaguely feel your injuries being treated and you can hear people talking around you.
Wind comes back a few more times- each just as concerned for your well being and health- speaking in that voice that doesn’t belong to him. You reach out to him each time in the direction you think he’s in. Someone grabs your hand.
You wake up- tired and sore and with Wind curled up by your side.
It’s quiet.
You sit up and look around. They’ve set up camp and the injured are resting and being tended to. You look back down to Wind as he sleeps. There’s red and blue war paint on his face still but you can see Time hold and meditating over the mask that had inadvertently saved you all
You slowly put yourself back down to rest. No one saw you sit up anyway. Everyone is way too tired.
You bring Wind closer into your arms and sleep.
Hyrule
“I don’t know what I’m doing.” He blurts after the words leave your mouth.
His white hair falls over his eyes and it’s the first time you’ve genuinely seen Hyrule afraid.
“Hey... Hey... It’s ok.” You reach out but you realize you have limited movement in your arm. It’s drops like dead weight.
Hyrule takes a deep breath and ruffles his hair violently. “Ok... ok... I can do this.”
“You can.” You say softly. “I believe in you.”
Hyrule shakes his head and goes to pick you up. “Let’s get you taken care of.”
You hiss and arch your back at the unwanted pressure. You hang off of Hyrule and hold him tightly. The pressure lessens the longer you’re in his arms. You don’t want to open your eyes and look, especially when you can feel yourself getting dizzier by the moment.
You pull yourself closer to him to relieve the last of the pressure and sigh. You can feel yourself begin to get tired. You don’t want to fall asleep. You need to stay awake. You’re still injured. 
You stop moving.
Something hits the ground before you’re placed gently in the grass. You manage to look over and notice that there’s three bloodied arrows by your side. 
Somehow Hyrule had managed to pull them out as he traveled with you in his arms and he healed you at the same time. You look up to him and his hands are still glowing. Your eyes begin to get heavier and you get the distinct impression that he’s the one that’s putting you to sleep.
You begin to panic.
“No.” You begin to plead. “Don’t. Hyrule... Link... Please. I don’t want to.”
“I know.” He replies and his voice no longer wounds like him. “Your care for him extends beyond. You will rest. He will survive. Your friends will be safe.”
“You...” Your stare hardens but you can’t keep it. Your vision goes black before you can get your full sentence out.
You wake up with someone on top of you. 
It’s Legend with Wind curled up by your other side. You slowly come into consciousness and begin to look around. Hyrule is still tending to the fallen boys as he wears the mask.
Your breath catches. 
The energy he’s giving out is enough to make all the hairs at the back of your neck stand up as beads of sweat begin to bead up on your forehead.
He looks your way.
Your eyes widen. You blink and he’s in front of you.
“Be still.” The Fierce Deity speaks. “You are all safe.”
“Give him back.” You whisper and reach. Your arm follows your commands this time and you cup his cheek. “It’s time to rest for you, Sweetheart. You’ve done your part. You did good.”
His face twists and a tear leaks out. Hyrule turns into your touch and sighs. There’s a pause where you don’t think he’ll do as you ask and you rub your thumb against his cheek. You’re about to plead some more to the deity, wanting to give Hyrule a break before he extends his magic too far. The mask falls without issue and Hyrule collapses onto your lap.
Legend
“Hey.” He nods toward you.
You blink and gulp. Your heart continues to beat irradicably as you look at him.
Legend seems to sigh and hiss when he looks at your back. “Let’s get you out of here. You’re benched.”
“What?” You squeak. He leans over you and effortlessly picks you up. You scramble to find purchase on his shoulders as he begins running to a safer place, away from the on going battle.
“Legend...” You breath as he sets you down. “The mask... Your face...”
“Not the worse thing to happen to me.” He smirks. “Wait here. I’ll take care of it.”
Your heart drops again and you reach out to him. “Legend-! Legend wait! Link-!”
He runs off before you can grab him, taking the sword and eliminating any enemy that stands in his path.
You scramble to stand up after him but you injuries have left you weak. With the added shock of the deity on the battle field as well as your waning adrenaline, you start to shake and you fall back onto the forest floor.
You haven’t gone through as much as you have to simply sit down and stay on the side lies however. You try to push through it.
You manage to get to your feet once more but you’re light headed and you can feel yourself swaying. You might not have a clue to where your weapon is, nor do you know the full damage the arrows have left on your back, but you feel the need to keep going. You have to keep fighting. you have to protect the boys. You have to defeat the evil. Or else.
You vision goes black before you can even think to catch yourself.
Something is shaking you.
You blink your eyes open and slowing turn your head from side to side. It’s night time. There’s a fire to your right and there’s someone on top of you to your left. You try to focus on them instead and sit up. They don’t let you and instead push you back down.
“Don’t.” He says. “I just needed to see you awake. I couldn’t... I didn’t even patch you up. Someone else did.”
Your eyebrows furrow. “Legend...”
“I’m here.” He grabs your hand. His hair is white still and there’s still some war paint on him but his eyes.... those soft periwinkle eyes. You’d think they were purple in the right light. What a lovely color. It sends relief into your system and you begin to feel tears pool in your eyes.
“Hey there Hero.” You say softly. “Did you save the day again?”
“I did.” His hand moves to cup your cheek. “You were worse off than I originally thought. I’m sorry. I left you.”
You reach up and brush his bangs out of his face. Somehow- there’s still pink tinted into it. The thought seems so inconsequential but it brings a small giggle to your lips.
“What?” Legend frowns. “What’s so funny?
“You’re still pink.” You flick the lock of hair in question. “I like it. I’m glad it stayed.”
Legend deflates somewhat and hang in head in shame. “After everything, that’s that you’re focusing on? Not the rest of me? Not yourself? You lost a lot of blood.”
“It’s probably why it’s so funny.” You laugh a little harder. “Never change, Link.”
His look softens. “For you? I think I can mange that.” 
Warrior
He says nothing as he fights of the monsters that start to surround you in your weakened state.
You try to stand as you reach for one of your one handed weapons but you only end up collapsing onto your knee. Warrior, as the deity, snaps to you and moves to take your weapon away. “Done.”
“Warrior.” You plead and try to push yourself up. “Don’t do this. You know.... You know what it does to you.”
He says nothing, only taking a deep breath. He hoists you up single handedly, making sure to rest your good side against him so that he doesn’t agitate your injuries any further.
He starts to move through the forest but it seems that the monsters begin to single him out.
You look up at him as much as your tired and sore body would allow. Warrior looks pissed- even more so than the typical war paint accentuates. 
With one hand, he raises the double helix sword and slashes at the approaching monsters. They begin to fall like flies.
It garners the attention of the other monsters in the area and the begin to swarm the two of you.
It’s unfortunate that you seem to be caught the middle of it. There’s no where for you to go. Warrior as the Fierce Deity refuses to let you go and the monsters have realized that the strongest player has entered the field.
Warrior seems to come to the conclusion that he can’t hold onto you forever and that you’re still rapidly losing blood.
He’s forced to put you down and one beast gets a lucky shot, shooting you a forth time.
Warrior then makes a sound you hadn’t known possible. It is neither human nor beastly and you begin to shake. 
Perhaps it is the blood loss as well but you’re breath becomes labored it’s hard to focus on anything other than the Soldier turned War God as he vicarates any all threats on the field. His attention is now solely on ridding the plane of your enemies.
You can take out the forth arrow easily enough. The pain is no longer registering to your body and your back is warm and wet. Somewhere in the back of your mind, there’s a small voice that tells you that you shouldn’t have done that. But your black out before you can really find it in your to do something about it.
You wake up to someone violently shaking you and calling your name. “WAKE UP! YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP!”
You gulp down a breath and try to sit up. It’s not long before they try to force your back down but you’re ready to get up and fight again. “I’m alive. What year is it?”
“We can’t answer that.” You vaguely understand that Wind is speaking. “But it’s Warrior. He won’t listen to us.”
You start trying to get up again. “Where?” You croak out. “Where is he?”
A twig snaps behind you. A warning. It was deliberate. Wind shifts next to you and you blink your bleary eyes just as Legend moves to cover you with his own body. Empty potion bottle lay by your feet.
Warrior moves and crouches next to you. Legend refuses to move and starts the God in the face determinedly. Wind starts to shake slightly.
Warrior tilts his head and moves your hair out of your face.
You gasp. “Oh honey, what did you do?”
Warrior sighs and shakes his head but says nothing still. You reach your hand out and he’s quick to intercept it. You can roll over at least and you push yourself up to try and meet him in the eye. “Warrior.... Link.... You knew.”
“I did.” He says in a voice that does not belong to him.
“Let him go.” You whisper. “We’re going to be ok.”
Warrior doesn’t move. He only looks at you passively.
Desperate, your hands come up to cradle his cheeks and he lets you. Slowly, you try to get the mask off. It’s a gross feeling. It’s sticky and a part of your mind wonders if it’s painful.
Warrior’s face meets you on the other side and he starts swaying somewhat. “...Did.... did we win?”
“You idiot.” You keep your voice low. ”You saved us. Thank you.”
Legend scoff behind you and you toss the mask to him. You don’t even want to think about how Warrior got a hold of it to begin with. You don’t know where the others are. You don’t know the extent of the damage but you’re content to hold Warrior instead as he collapses against you.
“We’re going to be ok.” You say. “I promise.”
Sky
The blade soars beyond you, blasting away any enemy that may have been coming to hurt you more than before.
Sky takes a breath and slowly picks you up. “Come Beloved. Let’s get you taken care of.”
His voice is low and it vibrates through your body as he talks. The clouds above thunder gently with his tone and he takes off to place you near other injured ones.
Your breath leaves you and you’re placed onto a patch of soft grass and fallen leaves.
“I will return.” He says quietly, tucking a bit of your hair behind your head.
All you can do is nod. He takes off faster than you would have ever seen from the man otherwise and you wait.
Hyrule comes into the clearing and he sits by you. “I have something for you.”
“Oh?” You tilts your head, trying to ignore the pain and blood on your back.
Hyrule nods and takes out what looks to be like dust. He blows it on your face and the world goes black.
When you wake, there is a strong yet gentle touch by your neck and shoulders, slowly working out the stress and knots that would have been collected there with time. It’s nice. Relaxing. 
You freeze. Who’s touching you?
Slowly, you turn your head and look up. Sky looks down on you, still wearing the mask and smiles a little. “Apologies. You looked troubled even in your sleep.”
“Ah.” You blush. “Well...”
“I wish you no pain or ill will.” He says.
“I know Sky. Thank you. You saved me.” You try to sit up.
“No, no, Beloved.” He pushes you back down. “Rest. It is not good for you to move too much in your injured state.”
The words touch you and your compelled to do what he wants.
”But...” You blurt. “The mask...”
His face drops. “I don’t know if now is a good time-”
“Link...” You reach up. He grabs your hand and holds it to his cheek. 
“No, my sweet.” He says.
“Is the threat still around?”
“Well-”
“Is there no other way?”
“I don’t think.”
“Is it stuck?”
“This power...” He says and you wait this time. “Is... familiar.”
You freeze once more. “Sky?... Link? Is it bad?”
The being looks at you and he takes the mask off no more questions asked. “I have a story for you. If you’re willing to listen. And if you’re willing to keep an open mind about it.”
Who are you to say no?
Four
He tilts his head at you.
You’re heart jumps into your throat, instantly distracting you from the pain in your back.
“Smithy?” You reach out hesitantly. 
He smiles and takes your hand. He kisses your knuckles tenderly before he moves to pick you up.
He’s gentle with you and avoids the worst spots on your back. He’s quick to move through the forest and place you down in a safe spot.
“Stay here, Darling.” He brushes your hair aside and tucks it behind your ear. With a small bow, he stands and moves to be behind you. “Before I go...”
He doesn’t expand on that before you feel something numb your pain and something tug on your clothes. He drops an arrow, and then another and then another and you can feel yourself begin to heal.
You breathe in relief and sag once the tension leaves you. You are suddenly very tired.
Four comes back into your vision, white hair and war paint bright against his dulled clothing. He smirks as if he’s proud of himself before he takes off running faster than you’ve ever seen. 
“Wait-” You croak and drop your hand. The tiredness that had befallen you earlier strengthens and you can no longer lift your arm. You leans back against a tree and fight to keep your eyes open.
“Four..” You say. “Smithy... Link, don’t do it...”
No one replies to you since no one can hear you. You can hear the sounds of battle continue around you, each one more vicious than the last. Monsters begin to sound bigger and fiercer than before and with your lowering numbers you don't’ know if there’s anyway for you guys to come out of this. Even if you did enlist of the Fierce Deity’s help.
You want to cry.
The weight of eyelids is too much for you to keep above the needed threshold and they fall. You try to stay conscious and you try to be aware still of what’s happening. Time slips through your finger’s anyway. You don’t know how long it’s been or how long the battle continues to last for.
“Right where I left you.” You hear Four say.
You want to wake up completely. You want to see him. Not the deity. Him. 
No one else passes through your barely conscious state. You don’t know where they are. You don’t know if they’re ok. Do they know that you’re ok? Are you ok?
“Link..” You manage to say. You doubt it’s very loud.
“Oh thank the three, they’re alive.” You hear Warrior say.
Your eyebrows furrow. That’s not the Link you were asking for. Where’s your Link?
“Link?” You try again, a bit stronger. Your eyes still fight you and you can’t open them.
“Oh my god, who do they want?” Legend huffs. “There’s only so many of us.”
“Is it a nightmare?” Hyrule pipes up. “It could be any of us.”
“The mask...” You whisper. “Don’t wear the mask...”
“It’s Four.” They all say in unison.
“I’m here.” the boy in question appears by your side and finally you can open your eyes.
He looks the same. No marks. No scars. Just Link.
“Good.” You pat his cheek and smile. “Right as you should be.”
Time
Your heart leaps into your throat when he makes eye contact despite not having irises. You try to move backwards but the arrow snags on something and digs deeper into your back.
A scream rips out of you before you can even think about the powerful being in front of you.
Instantly you’re scooped up and the world begins to blur around you. Its too fast. The world seems to be spinning. Your lunch begins to crawl up your throat before it all comes to a disorienting halt.
You swallow it back down successfully.
He lays you down onto the forest floor gently and brushes aside any foliage that would agitate your injuries further. He says nothing, with is awkward enough on its own.
You’re too freaked out to even try to fight him. You can feel the energy of his power radiating off of him and it’s not comforting. You begin to shake.
Somewhere in the distance one of the boys yells in distress and he takes off before you can even register who screamed. Wild runs up to you from the left and Hyrule appears from your right.
They both look horrible.
“This is going to have to be fast.” Hyrule says.
“I know.” Wild replies. He takes out a creams and suddenly your back feels very cold. He applies it and the pain goes away almost instantly.
You’re still reeling from being up and personal with  the Fierce Deity that you forget how to be a person and interact with other people. It’s only when both boys kneel next to you that you realize you should probably acknowledge them. “Guys, what’s going on-”
Something is torn from your back. The sensation is strange. You expected pain.
Wild moves to your other side and applies more of the cream. Numbly, you realize that it’s an anesthetic. You need to ask him where he got that.
Another is pulled out.
Despite there being a lack of pain it’s still nauseating. There’s too much variety in the magic at play here. Somewhere in this, you can feel yourself nodding off.
You wake up multiple times to different faces. Once, you saw Hyrule asleep next to you, a mild line of red on the side of his head. Another was Wind, curled up to your side.
The final time was the Fierce Deity in front of you again. It’s startles you to full consciousness. It’s night time. All the other boys are asleep.... or simple unconscious. You banish the thought before it can manifest into something else.
Time notices that you wake up and he pulls the mask off of his face. It’s weird to see. His markings stay the same on the one side of his face and his only one of his eyes change back to the cool blue your remember. His hair seems to fade into his blond in the back first as the white hair in the front falls, revealing more blond.
He looks tired.
You grin tightly. “Hey there Hero.”
He coughs. “...Hi.”
“You did good today.” You say and cup his jaw. “You saved us.”
He says nothing.
“Thank you.” You kiss two of your fingers and place them on his lips. He takes your hand and says something quietly and you try to make out the words but you’re not fast enough. Your world goes black once more.
Twilight
A ferocious growl thunders all around you.
Your heart starts beating faster from the adrenaline spike along. You somehow find it in yourself to sit up and you try to push yourself out of the way.
The wolf pelt has rigid bone like structures that comes over Twilights face like a mask but the lower jaw is missing- exposing his hylian skin beneath. He has fangs that peak from his lips and are revealed as he stands over with with a snarl.
It’s positively inhumane.
Another monster comes close, too close and you can see the deity take a swing of the sword and cut it in half before it even has a chance to do any more damage.
He turns to you and his growling softens. The nose of the mask comes close and it occurs to you that there’s a breath there. It pokes your forehead and it’s wet.
A whimper rips through your throat and he moves.
He picks you up with more tenderness than you were expecting. Suddenly, you’re on his back and he gets on all fours. The wind starts rushing through your hair and your face and it’s hard to breathe with the speed your suddenly traveling at. You hold on for dear life. Your fingers dig into white marked fur and it smells of smoke and earth. When he slows, you find it in your to open your eyes.
Fierce Deity Wolfie has carried you to where the injured are. The boys look worse for wear and have clearly seen better days. Time is surprising unconscious and it occurs to you that Twilight have might... or rather, would have had to steal the mask from him in order to even put it on.
Wolfie, even with his massive size, is gentle with you. He morphs again and lays you with the others to be taken care of or at least to be taken out of the battle.
You black out.
Waking up, you can feel the skin on your back being stretched but there’s a significant lack of arrows impaled there.
It’s uncomfortable but the lack of pain makes up for it.
A growl rips away the security you felt when you woke up and you’re on high alert again.
Others seem to be awake before you and after a quick mental headcount, you see that everyone is accounted for. Even Twilight, who still dons the mask and stands guard over the group.
You stare at him for a moment and after a second or two he feels the weight of your gaze. He turns to you and it’s just as frightening as the first. He’s stopped growling and instead makes his way over to you now that you’re awake.
You can’t help but to stare slack jawed and wide eyed at his impressive stature. You gulp when he kneels next to you. He sniffs all around you and the force of the air behind his breath pushes some of your hair out of your face.
“Twilight.” You say quietly. “We’re ok now.”
He growls again and moves a hand to maneuver you into a more comfortable position. You try to fight him but it’s only when you try to push away his hands do you realize how hurt you really are, and how tired you are. You never stood a chance.
He lays you down and brushes your hair away and makes sure the blanket it secure around you.
“Link.” You call softly and he stills. “Come back to us, Link. Come back to me.”
The Fierce Deity pauses. He looks down at you. You may not be able to see his eyes but you can tell he’s looking directly at you. You reach your hand up and his comes to stop you. Your heart is still pounding in your chest. “Please.”
He comes down low and nuzzles the side of your head with the fur of the pelt. It’s soft and warm. Alive.
Your other hand comes up to cup his jaw. You can feel the unnatural groove where the mask truly lays and you dig your fingers there. He makes no move to show pain or to stop you.
With another gulp you take your other hand out of his grasp and place it in the mirroring spot. 
There’s no fight. The mask slides right off. Twilight kneels before you as you know him to be. He takes a breath like he hasn’t been breathing the entire time. Blearily, he blinks his eyes open and they make contact with yours.
“Y’u’re ok...” He slurs and even on his knees, he starts to sway back and forth. You pull him forward. 
“Y’u’re safe.” He continues. “Y’u’re all ok...”
“Yes, Link. We are.” You cradle him despite your protesting injuries. “Rest now. You did good.”
Wild
“This is horrible.” He mutters and speeds off with you in his arms.
“Wild-” You speak.
“Shhhhh.” He says. The world blurs around you, making you nauseous. “I’ll take care of it.”
“Fierce Deity.” You spit and the creature stops. He lays you down gently on the grass, something you want to think Wild was in control of. 
His face goes entirely blank of emotion as he stares at you. You know you have his attention now. “You better leave him unharmed and unmarked. You have to give him back to me.”
He says nothing as you assumed he would but he gives you a single nod. And that would have to be enough for you.
Your back aches and you have to arch it to even lay down properly on the grass. You can feel your injuries slowly ooze out and spread through your clothes. It’s warm and sticky.
You sigh and try to dig through your bag for a potion. You know it would be a bad idea to try and heal while the arrows are still very much imbedding into your flesh but you’ve been left with little options otherwise. You were really looking for way to combat the pain.
Distantly, you can hear explosions and the cut off screams of monster kind. It’s like a strange and destructive symphony to your ears.
It brings a sense of relief over your body and you sag against yourself. It’s the sound of backup. The cavalry has arrived. You are saved. You can rest. Help is here.
You gulp and try to reach the arrows with your good hand. 
You are unsuccessful.
With a groan and cut off scream you throw yourself back onto the forest floor. It’s getting to be too much and your limited movement is annoying enough as it is. the last thing you want is to bleed out.
Wild returns with Time in his arms, unconscious and bleeding from the head. You gasp and try to keep your voice to a normal and acceptable level. “Oh my god...”
Wild frowns and clicks his tongue. He places Time on the forest floor next to you and turns to you. “Turn around.”
You don’t bother with a rebuttal. You do as he says. 
He’s quick to take the arrows. You only see white ad your breath leaves for a moment before you come clashing back down with reality.
You curse when you can breathe again. The arrows lay by your side.
Another white light- this time not from your own eyes, takes over the area and your pain dissipates.
Wild stands and he sways slightly before his hand comes to rest by his head. “I have to help the others. There’s still too many.”
Your heart sinks even if you feel better. You feel tired. “I’ll watch over Time. Go. Be safe.”
Wild looks at you- his face returning to a neutral state. The deity is back at the for front.
You glare. “Take care of my boys.”
Another nod.
And he runs off.
With a deep breath you position yourself next to Time and try to keep an eye out for any monster that come nearby. There are more explosions in the distance.
“Come back to me, Link.” You whisper. “Don’t lose yourself to the power.”
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julianalvarez9 · 10 months
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he makes me soooo happy
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cerealforkart · 1 year
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I drew this while waiting for the arrival of my most recent Financial Decision, my favourite besties with my big beast
(The real life Financial Decision under the cut)
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Pictures don’t do him justice. He’s so big. He owns that entire couch now
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puppygirllaika · 4 months
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god i am so fucking huggable.
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verfound · 3 months
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FIC: Of Goodnight Kisses, Late Night I Love Yous, and Karaoke Meet Cutes (MLB; Lukanette; LBSC Secret Sprinty Santa)
Characters/Pairings: Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng; Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng
Rating: Teen
Summary: It’s three in the morning, and Luka just wanted to kiss Marinette goodnight.  Marinette has an important meeting in three hours, and she just wants to sleep.  (He’s lucky she loves him.  He’s even luckier she didn’t realize she just told him so.)
Author’s Notes/Warnings: There is a much longer note on the Archive that can be summed up as: merry Christmas @nerdypanda3126 I'm your Secret Santa 😁 For the Secret Sprinty Santa over at @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers. In an attempt at tackling two of her prompts, I sprinted two fics and glued them together with love 🖤
“Of Goodnight Kisses, Late Night I Love Yous, and Karaoke Meet Cutes”
“…if that clock says anything before six thirty, Couffaine, I am dumping your ass,” Marinette grumbled, batting at Luka and scrunching her face up as the scratchy hairs of his not-quite-really-a-beard-yet tickled against her cheek. He smiled and caught her hand, squeezing her fingers as he pressed a kiss against her cheek anyway. “If it’s three, I’m fucking murdering you.”
…he had to admit: he did have a bad habit of that.  Waking her up at three AM.
God, he loved her. She was usually more...refined, leaving the grumpy swearing for the Boat Kid he was, but when she was tired and cranky and he was waking her up at…he winced when he glanced at the phone on the bedside charger and saw that it was, in fact, three o’clock in the morning.
Ah well. Death by Marinette would be a hell of a way to go.
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