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afterartist · 3 years

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Have a headcannon dump of a LU!centaur Au that’s been cycling in my brain for a week, I’m quite possibly going to write a fic/do more art,

You’re free to leave ideas or suggestions for this Au as well

(Wild doodle to go with at the end)

•–•Au Basics:

-this is heavily based off the @linkeduniverse Au by @jojo56830

Basically it’s the same but every character (even side characters but they’re not important) are Centaurian, this is finicky and involves things like Cervitaurs, mermaids and whatnot,

This is hevily based on living conditions and most races are born with natural legs, ie; hylians are born with two hylian legs, and their secondary legs will grow in around the age of four depending on the food and lifestyle they’ve had until then, the secondary traits are usually set in by the age of six where they will no longer have their original legs.

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Now the headcannons (this is just the links cause idk much about the Zelda’s so I have to do more research)

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•–Time•

- The old man is a Stag, no I will not take criticism on this

Time started off his journey a young deer cervitaur, barely grown into his fawn limbs before coming into contact with Fi,

Deer are often seen as prey animals and weak, but we all know Time is seen as the leader for a reason,

My man got mad strong horns and has kicked, impaled and stomped on more Moblins then any sane person should, while deers are often seen as weak you would have to be blind, deaf, three years old and an idiot to think Time any less then the powerful stag that would lay his life down for his family

•–Sky•

-Loftwing… kind of a no brainer for this one

Oh yeah, our sleepy king has butt wings and you can’t stop me,

Sky was literally found in a Loftwing nest and the majority of Skyloft secretly think he’s a Hylian Centaur instead of the other way around,

Learning to fly was the literal worst, his wings took a few more years to fully develop so he got to flying later then most, the fact that his wings sit at an awkward place on the base between his hylian torso and his Skywing back doesn’t help that fact

Yes he’s still perfected the art of flying while asleep, not even other Loftwing hybrids know how he does it

•–Twilight •

-He’s… hes a Wolf… it’s… it’s twilight… literally what else would he be?

He was actually a wolf hybrid before his adventure started and is honestly not sure how it took so long for the chain to even start to theorise his connections with Wolfie,

Wind guessed they were long lost brothers,

Fun fact, Twi is allergic to fur, it took him embracingly long to realise, ‘Oh, I thought the air was just meant to hurt’

Legend likes to call him a husky and watch as Twi goes on a rant about how they are completely different, this went on for months before time brought a stop to it

•-Legend•

-Pegasus… is this because I love the Pegasus boots? You’ll never know

The only reason sky knows how to preen his wings is because legend literally sat on him one day and showed him

In the ‘Not quite horse centaurs’ club with Wild

His tail was unfortunately docked in his third adventure, Wind used his ‘ Customary Pirate Rope tying skills’ to fashion him a fake tail out of foe hair (yes it’s pink) and braided him a new tail,

Legend won’t admit but that was the day he started trusting the rest of the chain

Likes to cuff Wars over the head with his wings, he quickly found out Wars’ wings hurt a lot more to get hit by then his

•–Warriors•

-DragonDragonDRAGONDRA-

His scales are literally brighter then the chains future (admittedly not hard to be)

Learned the hard way that his claws are sharp and for completely non related reasons has a wooden backscratcher he won’t tell anyone about

Runs hotter then the others Links, thus why he always wears his scarf, Legend jokes he’s as cold blooded as his blood,

legend regrets.

Has an unhealthy obsession with shiny things, his time in the army has helped him restrain from stealing freshly polished swords and amour but four swears they had a freshly cleaned dagger right next to them and now it’s gone-

•–Four•

-Minish?? More like biggish (that was bad I’ll see myself out-)

Still Has four legs like a mouse instead of the two that minish usually have, but has the fluffiest tail in existence

Actually wasn’t sure what Minish were before meeting them so was super confused for the first few years after developing

When Wind was confused on how to use their pronouns (they/them) correctly they told him to just picture four mice in a Trenchcoat (it helped Wind a lot)

Paints their claws/nails, each foot is one of the four colours, the blue nails are for some reason always somehow chipped, Warriors ends up lending them some of his nail Polish which is sturdier

•–Hyrule•

-obsessing over the idea that Rules’ Hyrule is basically Australia so Rule is a kangaroo

Kangaroos are evil deer, Rule is the exception

Kangaroos are terrifying and could be hit by a truck and walk it off, lest to say Time had a mini breakdown after watching Hyrule get punched into a tree by a Hinox, stand up, then carry on with his life without so much as a scratch

They still suck at cooking

If you say ‘shrimp on a campfire’ he will ring your throat until you meet Nayru face to face,

‘I may not know how to cook but I know they’re called prawns.’

•–Wind•

-Salt water croc for my salty pirate

Changed from lobster because I personally hate lobsters

Has claws and knows how to use them, preferably on the back of legend’s legs but has learned hooves hurt to take to the face

Has 3rd eyelid to be able to see underwater, so he likes to sleep like that sometimes and creep out whoever is on watch

Wild has attempted to eat him at least twice, both times Twi had to stop the because Wind was also curious

Sky only has two legs? Boo loser, Wind has 4 and a big tail that could snap your spine (it took wind several years to learn how not to trip over and he still can’t walk for long periods of time)

•–Wild-

-Lynel… Time is not surprised

In the ‘Not quite horse centaurs’ club with Legend

Honestly thought he was a horse until Flora mentioned ‘no Link, horse’s don’t grow horns out of their head’

Isn’t sure if he’s a gold Lynel or just blond (they’re just blond)

Also has a hint of orange in his blue eyes, eyes that glow red on bloodmoons

Unlike their hair they actually like to style their tail a lot, went they went to Gerudo town he was taught how to braid and bun it but can’t do it on his own so let’s Wind do it when he’s bored

Has small horns that Time had to teach him how to take care of, cause who knew horns need maintenance

Literally no one knows how his glider is able to hold him up… or how he climbs literally anything with ease even with his equestrian limbs

Was also one of the first to use Four’s pronouns correctly as they themselves use all pronouns (likes he/they the most tho)

—- Quick sketch of Wild cause I love them with all my heart

Anyway, it’s just a poorly thought out Au and I’ll probably work on it more but have this info dump for a second as I try to figure out what I’m doing with my life,

If y’all have any suggestions have at it,

I just hope my ideas aren’t as jumbled as I think they are

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tdystmr · 4 years

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au where Sky God! Jinyoung meets college student!jaebeom and finds out about a feeling called love 💘

b a c k g r o u n d i n f o 🍓

inspired by weathering with you ✨

jy is a sky god who descended onto earth to live as a mortal for a year in order to find out more about humans

he has no idea about human emotions such as ‘happiness’ ‘sadness’ ‘anger’ ‘love’ etc. but he manages to fit in well as a college student because people just think he’s joking around + popular for good looks and being the new kid

he majors in history ( to find out more about the past and humans ) and minors in literature where he learns about feelings through poetry

jb is a struggling film major who decided to do a project capturing human emotions and the different forms of them for his final year. he doesn’t like to stand out and has a tight-knit group of friends

but he’s also mildly known for his skills as a photographer and also as the cold, handsome senior in the Arts department

both of them live on campus and bunk with their respective besties, four to a dorm.

p l o t 🍓

they meet in the school garden one day when jaebeom is there to do some shooting while jinyoung likes to spend some time sitting and observing the students

jb almost gets the perfect shot until jy pops his giant head up into the frame as he clicks the camera. jb ends up with his last frame being wasted and jy is confused why this strange human is shouting at him for walking

jb decides not to waste his time any longer talking to a clueless history major and walks off, huffing

jy feels inclined to follow him and he does, still confused but curious

he secretly follows jb all the way to the Arts block of the school and into the development room. jy is amazed by the glowing red bulbs and the dozens of pictures hanging from strings in the wall. he almost touches one when jb notices him

jb ends up getting even more frustrated and tries to chase jy out, but the poor, innocent man doesn’t even know why he’s so upset

jy decides to turn up at the development room the next day again, to the dismay of jb

a n e x t r a c t o f t h e i r f i r s t m e e t i n g 🍓

“Why the hell are you here? I thought I made myself clear yesterday that I have no interest in seeing you again. Ever,” Jaebeom snaps at the pretty boy’s face. He still frowns the same, confused frown as yesterday and Jaebeom wants to strangle him.

“Why are you so...” he gestures wildly, imitating Jaebeom’s angry actions. Jaebeom rolls his eyes, feeling even more insulted.

“Angry? Upset? Frustrated? You ruined the only shot I had left by popping your gigantic head into the frame and tailed me to the development room. If you had touched any one of those pictures, you would’ve ruined a week of hard work in a second. Of course, I’m angry,” Jaebeom grits out, trying not to raise his voice in the middle of the hallway.

The man blinks at him, before he asks the dumbest question he’s ever heard a college student ask. “What is ‘angry’? Could you define it for me?”

Jaebeom really wants to slap the shit out of this man.

Calmly as he can, he replies, “It’s like when someone steals something from you and you feel like kicking them in the balls. Or, when you spend the whole night working on an essay and accidentally click ‘delete’. Do I really need to be explaining this right now? I have to develop a new roll of film,”

“Oh. My apologies. I haven’t fully grasped the definitions of human emotions yet so it’s hard for me to understand how you feel. Could I repay you somehow so you don’t kick me in the balls?” the man asks, completely straight-faced and serious.

Jaebeom lets out a half-scoff, half-laugh sound. “You say that as if you’re not human. You can pay me back with a-”

“I’m not,”

“What?” Jaebeom asks, unsure if this man is borderline crazy or actually serious. Considering the fact that he’s a twenty-plus year old and doesn’t comprehend the concept of feelings, he could be telling the truth, Jaebeom thinks.

“I’m not human. I’m from the sky. A Sky God, to be exact,” the man says cheerfully, as if he’s proud of himself. Jaebeom is awfully skeptical by now, but he can’t seem to think of any other reason why this stranger wouldn’t be able to grasp the concept of feelings. He’s read about a condition called Alexithymia, but that should only apply to his own feelings, not Jaebeom’s.

“That’s a pretty bold claim. How can I believe you?” Jaebeom asks, curious. If this stranger really was a Sky God who had no understanding of feelings, he would probably be useful as a model for Jaebeom’s project.

“Meet me at the rooftop of the dorms at midnight?” he asks, genuine. Jaebeom is still wary but his interest has been piqued, hence he agrees.

“I’ll see you then.” He lowers into a perfect, ninety degree bow and almost head butts Jaebeom’s crotch. Jaebeom is surprised and jumps back, clitching his camera close to his chest. The man happily walks off, unaware of Jaebeom’s confusion.

“See...you...?” Jaebeom mumbles to himself, shaking his head. He wonders just what he had gotten himself into.

t a g s 🍓

friends to lovers

angst / fluff / smut

sky god! jinyoung

college student au

supernatural / fantasy

slow burn

heartbreaks

angst with happy-ish ending

would also like to mention that i’m starting commissions for writing! able to write any of the au ideas that i’ve posted here before or any prompts that you give me :) also, feel free to hit me up on ko-fi!

https://ko-fi.com/tdystmr

https://twitter.com/tdystmr/status/1282929187058118659?s=20

#got7 jjp #jjp #fantasy #friends to lovers #slow burn #writing #aus #got7 aus

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startswithhope · 5 years

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leave your troubles outside...

Patrick has a less than stellar Cabaret rehearsal and all he needs is David. And kissing. But mainly, David. (because I had a really annoying day and writing kissing fics makes me feel better)

p.s. thanks to @wild-aloof-rebel for posting that Patrick had that photo of David on his mantle, as it made its way into this fic. :)

Trying his best to untighten his smile, Patrick says his goodbyes to the gathered theatre troupe and begins his walk home. It’s been a long night. He’d been prepared to work through his Act I songs, anxious and excited to finally work with the musical director Mrs. Rose had flown in from New York. Instead, they’d all sat on uncomfortable chairs for almost three hours, listening as Mrs. Rose sang her way through Act I and II, explaining it was just her process to hear the songs from her own voice first before she could “gift them to the rest of the cast”.

It was exhausting. And as much as he usually enjoys her antics, tonight just felt like she’d gone a bit too far. He’d been through similar moments with David in the past, but he’s in love with David, so forgiving his occasional bouts of selfishness is a much easier task.

Thankful for the half mile walk home, he lets some tension out of his limbs. The slow pace stretching his aching legs and butt from too long sitting and the cool air chilling some of his anger away. Pulling his phone from his back pocket, he sends David a quick text.

On my way home

Oh good, you’re not dead. I was about to start a search party.

Really?

No. But I was about to text Stevie and ask her to organize something.

I love you

I know

love you, too

That’s all it takes to get a real smile back on his face. A stupid few sentence conversation with David Rose. God, he’s such a goner for that man. That ridiculous, beautiful, complicated...well, beautifully complicated man.

His apartment is dark as he steps in, save the glowing light from David’s laptop on the coffee table in front of the couch and a smattering of candles around the room.

“Honey, I’m home,” he jokes, knowing David pretends to be annoyed whenever he says that, but secretly loves it. He knows he does because he’s caught him smiling before quickly turning away to try and hide it a few times.

“You really need to get a TV,” David whines from the couch, ignoring Patrick’s endearment altogether, “Antiques Roadshow is meant to be viewed on a bigger screen.”

“I don’t watch much TV, except sports, which I know you don’t care about...so…”

“But I like TV, and you like me, so, therefore...a TV would fit right up there on that mantle.”

Patrick drops his bag by the door and toes off his shoes, mentally deciding if he needs food or David more, deciding quickly that food will have to wait. Crossing over to the couch, he looks down at his boyfriend to find him stretched out in his softest black sweatpants (the ones he knows are more expensive than any item Patrick owns) and one of Patrick’s white t-shirts. It’s too small, but Patrick isn’t complaining. Not with the fabric stretched deliciously tight across David’s chest. Nope, no complaints here.

“You do realize that you are suggesting I move a photo of you and replace it with a TV, right? I thought you loved having yourself as the “central piece of art” in the entire room.”

David takes a moment to think about that, which makes Patrick chuckle.

“Whatever,” David relents, more annoyance in his voice than on his face as he smiles up at Patrick in an overdue hello.

“Can I join you?” Patrick asks, needing desperately to snuggle into the warmth of David’s arms for an hour of so to fully shake of this day.

“Mmm hmm..”, David mutters, his body shifting further into the back of the couch so Patrick has enough room to stretch out beside him. Normally he’d put his back against David’s chest, but tonight he just needs more, so he faces him, tucking his nose against David’s neck and his knees between David’s legs. Patrick’s arms don’t really have anywhere to go, so he tucks one between them and works the other around David’s waist.

Long, strong arms encircle him and Patrick sighs into the embrace. This, this is what he needs.

“Everything okay?” David questions, voice soft and timid, raising a tiny alarm in Patrick that he’s felt before.

“Totally fine, just a long rehearsal,” he answers quickly, voice light and reassuring.

“Ah, my Mom I assume?”

“Yessss.” The word comes out on a long breath and Patrick feels David’s chest rumble against his with a small laugh.

“Been there, done that,” David muses, his arms tightening just a fraction.

Ready to not talk talk about Mrs. Rose anymore, Patrick presses a soft kiss to David’s neck, loving the scratch of day old stubble abrading his lips.

“I missed you,” Patrick whispers, kissing David again, this time letting his lips linger a bit longer just to feel the goosebumps begin to form along David’s skin.

David doesn’t reply, but his legs shift, one hooking around Patrick’s to bring their lower bodies closer. The rings on his hand are cold as his palm slides beneath the back of Patrick’s shirt, big palm and fingers soft as they move up and down his back. David’s hands are always so soft thanks to the products he’s always testing and it’s just another of the many, many things that Patrick loves about him.

There’s a murmur of British voices coming from the laptop behind him, an interesting soundtrack, but not distracting enough to deter Patrick as his kisses move up to right below David’s ear. Knowing that will get a reaction, David lets out a sigh, chin lifting in invitation for another. Patrick obliges, shifting slightly to get his arm back from around David’s waist to he can cup the back of David’s head, fingers splaying wide into the thick of his hair.

It’s a somewhat clumsy little dance, but soon enough David’s lips are on his and they are finally kissing, lips warm and lazy as they both take long sips of each other, neither leading, both following. It’s the kind of kissing he always imagined he’d do in high school, the kind where you both end up with clothes somewhat twisted, sweaty and tingly in all the right places. He’s more than happy to finally be experiencing this now, with this man, in this place and time in his life when he knows he’s ready. Ready for all the big stuff that will eventually follow.

For now though, he’s going to just keep kissing. Hands work more diligently beneath clothes, David’s pushing Patrick’s shirt up enough to let him feel the light scratch of David’s happy trail from where his shirt has rucked up pressing into his skin. It’s a thing he was not surprised, but relieved to learn he loves, the manly bits of David’s body, having only been with women in the past. But love it he does.

His own hands far from idle, he grabs David’s thigh, urging it over his leg, both of them groaning into their kiss as everything aligns and this makeout finds a new journey. It’s silly really, two grown men rutting against one another on a too small couch when there’s a perfectly usable bed less than ten feet away. But he needs this and David doesn’t seem to be complaining, so they just keep kissing. And groping. Patrick’s pants somehow ending up halfway down his thighs and David’s on the ground (because they are entirely too expensive to mess up) as hands bring eventual release. By the end of it all, they’re both sweaty and cramped, messy and out of breath, but Patrick doesn’t care.

In fact, he’s fucking elated.

Humming a few notes, he begins to sing right into David’s ear, “Willkommen! And bienvenue! Welcome! Fremder, étranger, stranger, Glücklich zu sehen, Je suis enchanté…”

“Are you having a seizure?” David asks, feigning ignorance to the fact that he absolutely knows the words to this song.

Voice louder, Patrick really gets into it, turning so he’s pinning David to the couch with his hands on David’s chest.

“Happy to see you, Bleibe, reste, stay...Willkommen! And bienvenue! Welcome!”

Using his size to his advantage, David wrestles Patrick off, failing miserably to hide his smile as he stands and points to bathroom.

“Alright Joel Grey, if you want me to give you notes, we’re going to have to get cleaned up first.”

Forgetting his pants are in a precarious position, Patrick almost falls on his ass as he stands up. Recovering as gracefully as possible, he holds his pants together with one hand and grabs David’s still outstretched finger with the other, dragging them both to the shower as he continues to sing.

“I'm cabaret, au cabaret, to cabaret!”

“Patrick, I love you, but I’m going to need you to find the right key.”

#patvid #david x patrick #david rose #patrick brewer #schitt's creek #my writing #leave your troubles outside #I really thought I was done with fic writing #but these little tidbits keep happening #so I'm just gonna go with it #:)#sorry cs fandom #I still love you #just trying something new here

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