#19 seconds... heh

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✦　ノ　PINK YUMESHIPPER STAMPS　― 　✸﹔for @panzer--faust's 100 followers event 　✸﹔prompt: edit one of my favorite characters or edit a gift for one of your friends 　✸﹔f2u, credit appreciated but not required. recolors + slight edits OK! 　✸﹔notes: this is technically me softlaunching my yume edit blog (ahem @/dreamygirli i still need to promo) i can do whatever i want. ANYWAYY these are for discord oomf that requested i make yume stamps! and everyone in that discord server actually i lovee my yume friends... i thought i was so smart for the middle one ngl

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[the-soliloquies-of-sadists]

#392

“Well Lucas, I had pretty much given up on you.  But here you are.  And for some reason, you are in my home wearing clothing.  This is not the way to beg me to allow you to service and serve me once again….  That’s better.  You will need to be disciplined for that.  Remind me before you leave to punish you properly….

“I see the envelope.  Hand it to me. 

“What the fuck are you doing.  Get back there and crawl to me.  It may have been only a few months since I dismissed you, I can’t believe you are forgetting the basics.  Don’t make me regret offering you a second chance.

“Atta boy.  I was surprised when I got the call from Dyson at his leather shop telling me that you were in and wanted to be fitted for that cock cage.  Get back on your knees and present your pecker to me….  Eyes down.

“Dyson did a good job.  Most cages aren’t fit well.  Faggots can easily pull their shaft out and give it a tug.  This one is nearly impossible.  And after I pierce that dickhead of yours, the cage will work even better with the lock, as the jewelry secures you inside.  Your useless pecker won’t be coming outside to play for a long, a very long time.

“This envelope doesn’t look tampered with.  That’s good.  It contains a pair of keys, each in its own smaller envelope.  On the back, Dyson signed his name across the seal….  Here you go.  Add this envelope to your pile of clothes.  That’s his way of telling me the key is secure.

“That envelope, or one that I markup, is to be always with you.  If there is an emergency, a real emergency, you may open it up and remove the cage.  If that should happen, I am to be notified immediately.  If you can contact me prior, do so.  You got that?

“Good boy.  Come with me down to the work and playroom.  You may walk. 

“…This is my key here.  Come over to my worktable.  See all the keys I have?  There’s 18 here.  Yours will be number 19.  Each are screwed down.  That’s why I have this drill here. 

“…There.  Yours is now just like the other slaves’ keys.  None of them are marked.  And if you notice, none have been unscrewed.  The reason for that is that all screws are stripped so they can’t be easily removed.

“I said there are 19.  Sixteen of them are the keys to slaves that have walked away from serving me.  That option is always available to you.  Number 8 is on the other side of the country.  You’ll meet number 15 next weekend.

“Now that’s done.  It’s blumpkin time.  Come with me into the shitter….  And don’t worry, I’m not going to shit in your mouth.

“Help me take my pants off….  You better be ready to do this.  You back out now, you better just go away,… permanently.

“…Kneel there….  Here, get that mouth over here.  I see you are weary.  To take your mind away from the idea of blowing me while I take a dump, let me give you something you can focus on.  I need to piss real bad.

“Get your mouth on it.  Man, you have a very talented tongue.  Now hold still.  There!  That feels so good.  Going forward, I want to have all my piss go through you first. 

“You’ve been drinking me on every visit.  It only makes sense.

“You hear that?  You smell that?  You get to smell my rank farts before I do.  Heh heh.

“I can tell you are squirming on the inside.  I know you are repulsed with the idea.  Good.  You knew this moment was going to be happening from day one. 

“I’m done pissing.  Go ahead and suck.  …To the root.  You know how I like to be blown.  Do it. 

“When I first brought you home from the bar, I fucked you the entire weekend.  Your answer to two questions led us to today.  I asked you what your favorite part of your time here was, and you said that you liked the non-stop fucking of your ass with my gigantic dick. 

“Every time you came by afterwards, I could tell you wanted me to fuck you long and hard.  I purposely haven’t.  I told you that I don’t fuck after the first time, unless you agree to give me something in return.

“It’s all about balance.  You want something from me, you have to offer a sacrifice.  I told you I demand a form of monogamy from you.  That would be monogamy of your dick or monogamy of your cunt.  You could have any man I allow have access to your dick, even yourself, and that your cunt would only be used by me.  A lockable butt plug would be installed.  Or, you could have your cunt available to any man I allow, and your pecker would be unavailable and locked up to all, again even yourself. 

“Seeing you in that cage tells me that you made up your mind.  Going forward, you’ll service men who will give you their loads.  Next weekend you and I will be going on a fishing trip with slave number 15, where both of you will serve and service me and a few of my buds.

“The second question I asked you that night, was what your limits were.  You remember what the only thing you listed?...

“No. No.  Keep up with the blowjob.  Don’t start easing up.  Give it the attention I deserve.  Yes, there you go. 

“You only gave one limit.  It wasn’t animals or kids or women or even something really gross like dead people.  Those would be an immediate no for me too.  No, you just said ‘poop’. 

“No, I’m not going to make you eat out of the toilet bowl, so you can relax.  In fact, let me flush that down.

“Sit back.  Keep your eyes down.  I need to finish up here….  Oh fuck.  I’m out of toilet paper.  I forgot to get some when I was out.  Damn.

“Come with me back into the playroom….  I said, ‘Come with me.’  Lay on the fuck table.  I need to plow that hole.

“Well, that got you smiling.  Yeah, I just hate to see an erection go to waste.  Especially considering the amount of throat slime you put on it. 

“Reach up and hold your legs….  There’s the cunt.  And here’s a little gob of my spit.

“Right to the root!  Goddamn!  Like I told you on that first weekend, your cunt was made to be fucked.  It takes the long dicking of my eight inches with just enough struggle.  That look of ecstasy on your face tells me you are enjoying this…. 

“I should be pissed off.  But I’m not.  A bitch like you should have some moments of heavenly pleasures.  These moments come from my dick taking care of your hole.  You can expect my dick in your ass two or three times a day.  Yeah, I can go multiple times.  You get this intense pleasure.  But it can stop at any time.  All I have to do is… pull out.

“Damn!  After six or seven thrusts, there’s just the beginnings of a gape.  It’s hungry for more!  It needs to be fucked.  Doesn’t it boy?...  Don’t worry, my dick will take care of your ass. 

“That’s what it will be doing day in and day out.  But that requires balance.  It can’t be all me taking care of the needs of your ass.  It has to be balanced with you taking care of the needs of mine.

“Bring your legs down.  Get off the bench and get under the rim seat.  You have some work to do.

“Don’t fucking say a word.  You do NOT want to disobey me on this.

“I see the heavenly bliss on your face went to terrifying fear in only a few seconds….  Good.

“No, lay behind me on that four-inch riser.  I don’t want your torso between my legs.  And I don’t have to worry about you beating off, not that I expect you to be remotely hard doing this.

“Your head goes between those two padded pieces of wood.  That’s to keep your head from moving side to side.  That four-inch platform is designed to elevate the seat so that it fits my legs.  This will allow me to sit on your face for a good long time.  The other thing about this platform are the two holes on both sides of your neck.  That’s where this neck lock gets secured… like that.

“You cannot pull out.  I don’t expect that to be an issue now, but later once we get to the end of your full toilet training, that’s a different situation.

“Get that tongue ready.  Stick it out.  I better feel it go to work….  Now bitch!  Lick!

“Remember, you are the one who decided this on our first time together.  You said this was your limit.  It’s all about balance.  You take care of my ass, and I’ll take care of yours. 

“You can knock off the gagging.  You are going to be down there for a while.  Reach around and stroke my cock.  Feel how rock hard I am.  Think about the fucking you are going to get once I am cleaned up.  Oh yeah.  After we are done here, I am so going to destroy that ass, just like I did that first time.  It’s all about balance.  You are gagging from disgust, and I am rock hard aroused.

“…You know, I thought you were going to say something different about what your favorite part of the weekend.  I thought it was waking up next to me both mornings, with you in my arms and my cock either in your cunt or snuggled up next to it.

“Did you like that?  Flick your tongue twice across my asshole for yes or once for no….  Thought so.  I enjoyed that too. 

“After you clean my ass, we’ll go up to my bedroom and I’ll fuck you there, just like that first weekend.  And afterwards we’ll just stay in bed for the rest of the night.  Yeah, that’s what we’ll do.  Normally slaves should be locked up, and I use that cage over there for those slaves.  But you are going to get your first night in my bed to wake up in my arms.

“You can look forward to that too.  But we need to balance out the tender caresses you will receive from me….  Keep licking….  It’s decided then.  Tenderness from your loving daddy will be balanced against the cruel beatings from your sadistic master.  And I have just the belt to do that with.  Yeah, we’ll get you welted up and bleeding before I fuck you again. “Mmmm, I like that idea.  A lot.  Let go of my cock.  I don’t want to cum too early.”

[stargirlrchive]

p0rn links coming!!

https://twitter.com/helIishporn/status/1681626468558700551?t=G45zMW3mY7EkoHm7VJG_3w&s=19

https://twitter.com/PurePxrn/status/1552383676691857408?t=EkVdzpi7sDdMbhDRwy8yig&s=19

https://twitter.com/PurePxrn/status/1746254414854394126?t=WJ34CQdskbrAPqXBB-hQrA&s=19

the last two are giving me soap vibes heh and first one is my favorite 🫠

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

p link masterlist

first one omg

p link

so gives off simon vibes to me :( playing with your clit like it was his own lil fidget toy

p link - two , three

THESE ARE SO JOHNNY CODED

first one; he just keeps slipping out of you cause he’s got you so wet :c maybe he’s just gotten back from a long mission and you’re both so eager and desperate everything is uncoordinated and messy :((

second one; this this this! will always make me crazy ?? for whatever reason he can fuck you properly but he just needs to feel something warm wrapped around his cock, your slick and arousal coating the top of your thighs so he ask if he can fuck them! and ofc u say yes! and you’re just so soft and warm, the squishy fat of your thighs keeps his cock so snug.

[blueishspace]

Hero, Villain God 19

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*Grian's pov*

The final interview ends up being really boring and long, even more then the literal test, you might have lived for billions of years but you have not felt such levels of unfun ever before... You have to give it to them, this is definitely impressive.

All about law and respectability and rules, things you understand are important for an hero to know but are so uninteresting to you...

... In contrast the questions created by Hotguy are a shift in tone that's for you, you don't even need the interviewer to tell you Hotguy wrote these because It's so blatantly obvious to you... They are also somehow much more thought invoking then the previous ones... Less...cut and dry...they are also phrased in a way that's not just prose and proper nouns and all that stuff.

You can tell that Hotguy really cares about this, you suppose he has every reason to... Then is another complete vibe chance as the last question comes, this one has Hero Association written all over it so much that it might as well count as an autograph.

"Do you believe you can fit in with the Hotguy brand?"

You know the god of heroes, you have talked once or twice or maybe a few hundred times, he would absolutely cringe at the thought of the profession being considered a brand. From what you have seen of HotGuy he probably does the same.

"Yes."

"How?"

You would make a joke about being very hpr but that would be equivalent to shooting yourself in the foot...Well, you have planned the perfect twist for this.

"Hotguy is the first hero with two powers."

"Indeed"

The interviewer is clearly not getting what you are trying to say, good. Surprises are always welcome.

You generate an arrow in your hand while spreading your wings.

"Hopefully, I'll be the second"

The interviewer is shocked, you tend to have that effect on people it seems... You silently say goodbye, now you just need to wait for an answer.

*Scar's pov*

You are called by the council, you don't really know why. You are sure you sent your questions, were they bad or something?

"We have found the perfect candidate."

Oh!...Wait, what?

"A-Already? It's been less then-"

"Yes, this one is special"

That's uh... Usually not good when they are the one to say it. Who did they pick?

"Special...? How?"

"He's like you."

Like... You...??

"... Uh?"

"Two powers. Wings like that of Sheriff and an ability to summon weapons at will... Has a fascination with arrows much like you."

"Oh...oh! . . . Oh I didn't expect that to ever happen... heh"

... You aren't the only one anymore...if he's better will you be replaced? ... No, no! They wouldn't...they wouldn't.

You should meet him then, if he's going to work with you then you are going to have to get along.

Well, if he answered your question at least mostly correctly then you are sure you are going to get along well... You'll have to ask Cub for his score.

"HE GOT ALL MY QUESTIONS WRONG!?!"

"Don't shout in my lab Scar"

"... Sorry Cub... I just... I just can't believe he got all my questions wrong and still got a 98% in the interview."

"I can, your questions were the last ten out of five hundred made by the association. You should have really written more."

"Oh...well maybe they should have written less... five hundred questions for an interview is insane."

"Can't argue with that"

Ok, so maybe you and the sidekick think nothing alike, that's fine, you can still be friendly... You are sure you can trust the association... It's not like they have ever...well, not too often... not always.

You open the door and-

"Coffee guy???"

[the-barn-rat]

Do you have any thoughts on the Kentucky Derby contenders to share with us

oh boy do i

ok it's time to brush off my horse racing literacy. everybody bear with me

so the two most interesting angles on the field this year as far as i see it are 1. track condition and 2. pace analysis, because the odd character of this race is going to come from the fact that the 1. the track is likely to be slop and 2. with Rodriguez scratched, we have no idea who is going to press Citizen Bull for the lead

tl;dr Journalism really is that good

nerding out below the cut

so TRACK CONDITION. it's cool and raining in louisville and it is likely to continue raining right up to and past post time (6:57pm). yesterday's Kentucky Oaks was run on a sloppy track (after beautiful conditions earlier in the day contributed to Fierceness taking half a fuckin second off the 8.5 furlong track record in the Alysheba), and the Derby looks to be just as wet.

of the 19 horses expected in the starting gate this evening, only six have ever run on an off track: Neoequos (post 2, morning line 30-1), American Promise (5, 30-1), Admire Daytona (6, 30-1), Luxor Cafe (7, 15-1), Publisher (13, 30-1), and Coal Battle (16, 30-1).

Of those, Neoequos, American Promise, Luxor Cafe, and Coal Battle have won at least once on off tracks; however, Luxor Cafe's three wins on tracks rated anything but fast all came on tracks rated "good." This afternoon's Derby is not likely to be on a track rated "good." That baby's gonna be sealed all day and sloppy by post time.

Coal Battle is an interesting horse here because he's won both his off starts, once rated sloppy, once rated muddy (the difference being that a sloppy track has more water in it and tends to run faster, while a muddy track has begun to dry out and has more of a sticky, tiring quality to it. Churchill Downs will seal its track and prevent drainage to maintain a sloppy track rather than allow the Kentucky Derby to be run in sucking mud). HOWEVER, Coal Battle's two off track wins came before he made his significant class step up onto the Oakland derby trail. He may have simply smoked his opponents at [checks notes] Evangeline and Delta Downs because he was a big fish in a small pond, and track condition had nothing to do with it.

It's also worth noting that although Publisher hasn't won on slop, he also hasn't won on anything. If you like America's classiest maiden, the off track won't be a reason to dislike him. He's got a third and a second on mud, once at Churchill and once at Oaklawn.

Neoequos has a win (in an allowance race) and a SNAFU (dumped his rider in his debut) on sloppy tracks. American Promise broke his maiden on a muddy track, but his other off track start was an 8th place finish on a sloppy track. And Admire Daytona lost both his off track starts, though that does include a second place finish to Luxor Cafe, the superior Japanese entry. lmao

Obviously none of this is to say that only horses that have already seen mud before the Kentucky Derby can win the Kentucky Derby on mud. But the mud will be a factor, and we don't know how it will affect most of the field. Big favorite Journalism, for example, has every right to love an off track, given what his sire Curlin did on mud. Burnham Square's pedigree actually rates slightly higher for off tracks than for fast tracks, as does Tiztastic's. Other big horses like Sandman and Sovereignty also have the breeding to handle mud just fine. But breeding is theoretical; we won't know how these individual horses will handle the track until they run on it.

SECOND THING. PACE ANALYSIS

WHO THE FUCK IS GONNA GO WITH CITIZEN BULL

Everybody knows Citizen Bull is going for the lead. He essentially has no choice, coming out of the 1st post position, because if he doesn't gun it, he will get swallowed by 18 other horses collapsing onto the rail and jockeying (heh) for position. And he's a gate to wire speed horse anyway; he has never won from anywhere but the lead. Is a mile and a quarter too long for him? Probably. Could he be dangerous if left loose on the lead anyway? You bet your ass. And everybody else in the race knows it.

So, someone has to press this horse's pace to tire him out. Someone has to challenge him. It would have been Rodriguez, but Rodriguez has been scratched. So who's it gonna be? The other horses with good early speed and their post positions are:

(2) Neoequos (5) American Promise (7) Journalism (12) East Avenue (20) Owen Almighty (21) Baeza

Journalism won't go for the lead. Of the rest, the speediest are Neoequos, Owen Almighty, and Baeza. Because of their superior strategic positions in the middle of the gate and the fact that the others are simply faster early runners, I think American Promise and East Avenue are most likely to try to take back and tuck in behind the pacesetters. That leaves Neoequos, right beside Citizen Bull in the 2, and Owen Almighty and Baeza on the far outside (their blankets will say 20 and 21, but they will be breaking from the 18th and 19th gates).

If Neoequos breaks fast and guns it, then he and Citizen Bull are liable to hook up and take off, and they may well clear the rest of the field and make Owen Almighty and Baeza's jocks' decisions for them. However, Owen Almighty and Baeza will still need to use their early speed to get ahead of the bulk of the field before the first turn, or they will be forced to run extremely wide. Just as Citizen Bull must use his speed from the 1st post to avoid being swallowed by the field, Owen Almighty and Baeza must use theirs to avoid running a significantly longer race than anybody else.

The most likely scenario, to me? Citizen Bull on the lead with Neoequos and Owen Almighty pressing; American Promise, East Avenue, and Baeza filling out the first flight, with Journalism in waiting behind them.

Of course, it's the Kentucky Derby, so something fucky is going to happen to prevent exactly that from playing out. Maybe Citizen Bull trips out of the gate and doesn't make the pace. Maybe Brian Lynch tells Javier Castellano to get Owen Almighty onto the lead, and he and Citizen Bull cook each other.

I have no idea how fast the pace is going to be this year. Could be everybody lets Citizen Bull get away with murder, and somebody like Baeza snipes him on the turn and puts enough distance on the rest of the field that he can't be caught. Could be two or more of the above have instructions to stay with him, and we get a 22 and change opener that sets up perfectly for the big gun closers like Sovereignty and Sandman. Who knows?? Not anybody. That's why the race is run.

EMOTIONALLY, I really like Journalism, because my boy Curlin deserves a Derby winner in his own right and not just through his son Good Magic (sire of sires curlin yayyyyy). I also like Luxor Cafe, because I enjoy when Japanese horses run stateside, and this one looks like he could be extraordinary (I mean, Admire Daytona got out of his shadow for one second and won the UAE Derby). I also like Coal Battle because the small time blue collar Lonnie Briley never trained a big horse like this story got me good.

RATIONALLY, I still really like Journalism, because I have eyes and a mostly functional brain. That horse won the Santa Anita Derby after getting put in a very deliberate box on the rail and checking hard--twice. After all that trouble, it would have been extremely understandable for his speed figures to have backed off a bit from his San Felipe career high, but no. They got better. shrug emoji whatever i really do think he's that good. Shoutout Sandman and Sovereignty hope you guys can get through the crush I would love for class to hold true in this Derby.

Also I hope the track vet scratches Render Judgment.

[ionmaidesprite]

Hello! I saw your requests were open, can I ask for a oneshot of Gigi and toon!reader going to the arcade and secretly wanting to get each other the biggest prize possible? Platonic or romantic, it's up to you!

💭 Gigi x Toon!Reader Oneshot

Platonic

It happened one day when Gigi asked (Reader) to hangout. "Heeey, (reader)! Wanna hang out? I know a cool arcade place."

You agreed to come, it would be a great opportunity to as you step foot inside the arcade where you were met with bright neon lights from the games. Gigi bought some tokens as you strolled around the place.

There were a lot to choose from- PacMan, Street Fighter, Space Invaders, there surely must be one that suits you! But she was going somewhere else.

"Pst.." Gigi called you, pointing with her oversized sleeves to a claw machine.

You followed her to the claw machines, plushies galore, games, figurines.. you found them all awesome, until you walked by and something had caught your eye. A giant plushie of your favorite animal. Gigi had caught this, and had a plan. "Heh." She giggled under her breath.

"Hey, what if we had a contest? The one with the most prizes win!" Gigi said with a smirk, raising her sleeves in the air. Your eyes brightened.

"I'm in!" You ambitiously replied with a grin.

"We'll meet here at sunrise. 1, 2, 3, go!"

You ran off and saw Gigi was already on a machine. She entered a token and wiggled the joystick. The crane managed to hold the huge cat plushie.. until the last second.

She frowned, trying multiple times, but she was out of luck on this. "Aw man.." You thought of a plan.

You were focused on your own machine, you jiggled the joystick, your brows were lowered with a nervous grin.. you pressed the button and got the little plush in the first try. You cheered, and got into the next claw machines..

After a few machines, you noticed Gigi already had 10 prizes, while you had 7. It was time to lock in. You ran by the giant cat claw crane Gigi struggled to get.

You inserted the coin.. the usual, joystick jiggle and the button pressing. You weren't on this machine either- first try.. no prize.. second try.. no prize.. third try.. still no prize. OH SHOOT! It's already sunrise. Your nervous hands shook the joystick quickly, the claw got a hold of it, you held your breath as the claw got closer to the hole. Clink.

The giant cat plush was now yours. You cheered, almost forgetting that it was time. You ran as fast as you could go, and stopping with a pant when you saw her.

Gigi leaned onto the neon colored walls, jumping as she saw you exhausted. "Woah, did a zombie chase you or something?" She chuckled. Behind her was a paper bag filled with plushies, small, medium, big she had every size. 19 in total. She hid something behind with her giant sleeves.

The smug gachapon revealed, giving it to you.

You gasp in awe, "Is that for me?"

"Of course, I've already got a truck load of plushies.. no worries. Heh." Your cheeks turn light red as you hug the giant (animal) plush.

"Well, here's something for you too!" You gave her a gigantic cat plush, the same plush she couldn't get her hands on.- "Oh, woah! You actually managed to get that? This. is. AWESOME!!"

You chuckle as her eyes brightened at the sight of it. The both of you left the arcade with joy on your face, laughter and smiles burst from you as both of you stepped out.

(1/5) Requests (Another one in progress)

I hope you guys like this at least a little bit,, me is feeling sorta sick :sob:

[teleit]

Questions I would like to ask Rhaenyra, part 2

These questions are still not the result of long and careful thought, but rather spontaneous nonsense that came to my mind, but someone has to ask, why not me?

11) Aegon's Prophecy - by what criteria did Viserys determine that the promised prince would be born through YOUR line? The only fundamental difference between Targtowers and you is Aemma Arryn. So the Arryns are the cornerstone of the promised prince's birth?

12) The prophecy again. Why did Viserys decide that HE had any relation to the promised prince? If there was no gender inequality in Old Valyria, then Rhaenys and Laena are the true heirs, so either Baela or Rhaena bears the burden of being the progenitor of the promised prince. Viserys was not chosen for any merit, but for having a penis.

13) And again - the prophecy. If this is a Targaryen prophecy, isn't it undermined by the dilution of blood? The Arryns, Strongs, and Velaryons all dilute the blood of true dragonriders (Velaryons are questionable, but still). If the blood is strong (heh), then with each generation, if Jace becomes king, not only the distinctive appearance but also the special magic of Valyria is lost, replaced by the magic of the Andals and the First Men? Appoint your Aegon as your heir, in that case.

14) Prophecy, fuck. Why do you think the prophecy will only come true if you are crowned? If the promised prince is born from your blood, just betroth your child/grandchild to the child/grandchild of King Aegon II, and there will be no need for war, bloodshed, and dragon slaying. Or do you care not about the fate of the world, but about power?

15) Are you sure, absolutely sure, that Aegon and Viserys won't grow up jealous of your three eldest children, who will get more than them, despite being bastards? Yes, the little ones idolize Jace as children, but is there any guarantee that Aegon will never feel bitter that as the first legitimate son of Queen Rhaenyra, he gets crumbs compared to a bastard? Daemon is their father, if there's one thing that man has in abundance, it's stupidity, impudence, and arrogance.

16) What makes YOU a special woman? Why should your rights be the only ones respected, and your ambitions respected? Why can't the daughters of House Stokeworth and House Rosby become heirs? If it's about your Varilian heritage and dragon ownership, why can't Baela, the eldest daughter of the eldest daughter of Corlys and Rhaenys, rule Driftmark?

17) What the hell is up with your inept wartime leadership? Why are you as unprepared to rule as your younger brother, who is only 21 and has never been trained to be a king? You've been an heir for 20+ years, why are you wringing your hands and acting like a fool during a crisis?

18) Why did Vermithor listen to you (I already know the answer - a pathetic jump over the shark, but I want to hear Rhaenyra's version)? It makes no sense, contradicts the lore, has no plot importance, and just looks forced and stupid.

19) Why, with THREE dragons at your disposal, didn't you go after Aemond? He killed your son, and you stand there grinning like an idiot!

20) What kind of mental gymnastics did you need to do to "son for son"? If we follow your reasoning, then for the death of your second son, Aemond should die as the second son, for the death of Jaeherys, Jacaerys or his and Baela's firstborn should be killed, if you want Aegon to die, then you can kill your Aegon as a namesake, or your firstborn. If you also want "a daughter for a daughter", then who should be killed for Visenya - Helaena or Jaehaera? What parameters should be entered into these calculations?

21) Speaking of Visenya. Why the fuck do you blame the greens for the death of your unviable child? The girl had a hole in her chest, it's not something that can be fixed by simply carrying her to term.

I was promised protection, so I'm not afraid to ask these questions =) Maybe there will be a third part, if I still delve into this topic, and not catch what is on the surface.

[rabiessnail]

Headcanon Mycroft and Greg meeting in training for the M16 squad try-outs as 19-20 year olds and NOT LIKING EACH OTHER ONE BIT

Always a competition, even when getting ready for bed in the dorms.

When people see them together, they're always like 'aww, you guys are dating yea?' and Myc and Greg are like NOOO *red faces red faces*

uhuh yep. Then one of the younger recruits find them snogging in the changing rooms, Mycrofts hair tousled and one of Gregs shoes is still lying patiently on the floor, ready to be put on.

--

Sargeant: Hey! Nice job today, Lestrade-- that junior commander position is really looking in your direction!

Mycroft: *must be better must be better* *shoots eight targets in the heart in a span of five seconds* heh hehh

Greg: *glares* *omg hes so hot the fuck*

Sargeant: Damn these to horny bitches I just need some decent snipers

[junosartz]

things im drawing instead of getting ready for exams or sleeping

translations:

first page

A: stop throwing things into our cart.

L: you sound like a grumpy old man. plus, apples are much healthier than whatever youre eating.

A: heh, fair enough. wait a second. im not an old man. im just 19.

L: he-he

second page

ON THE SERMON

A: fuck i want him so much. what am i even thinking about ON THE FUCKING SERMON. keep yourself together.

[hylianworrier]

20 questions for fic writers

Thanks @nivasichakano I've had a stressful day and it was nice to think about something I love!!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Lucky number 13

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

193,641

3. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Loyal Companion - Twilight x Breath of the Wild meet-cute. My second ever fic!

At The Water's Edge - Link x Sidon smut. I woke up one night wanting a fic about Link banging his big fish boyfriend et voilà I started writing fic!

Your Honour, please strike from the record the witness’ statement that I am “so hot it’s hurting his feelings” (Expert Witness Part 1) - first Bloodweave fic! Modern AU of professor Gale and Lawyer Astarion.

Violets and Vetiver - Twilight x Wild smut heh heh

Rise And Fall - my first big fic! Bloodweave Bakery AU

4. What fandoms do you write for?

Legend of Zelda (Twilight and BOTW mainly) and BG3 (preeetty much just Bloodweave or at least heavily Gale centric)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes!

I used to think that people didn't actually comment on my Instagram posts because they were actually interested and were doing it for other reasons... I dunno wtf I thought was happening, I guess I thought they were just spamming? But the first time I got a comment on a fic I was ECSTATIC. I respond to all comments it literally means the world to me.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I haven't posted it 💀

Currently published I'd say Memento Vivere and really that's bittersweet

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Everything because I love happy endings

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No! Everyone has been unbelievably kind and wonderful

9. Do you write smut?

Abso-fucking-lutely

10. Do you write crossovers?

I've never thought about it!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I have no idea. I doubt it.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nein

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I've contributed to a fic train but not done a collaboration before. I fear people would be horrified by my "process"

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Well... My early ships are deeply ingrained... Eruri from Attack on Titan. My beloveds!!! But probably Bloodweave. My obsession is DEEP.

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I have a kinda personal one of Gale as a University professor which I feverishly wrote and started typing up aaaages ago. It's a long one and I feel like it might be too "self-indulgent". Like, should I be using fic as therapy???

16. What are your writing strengths?

I have no idea :/

I'm enthusiastic at least. I feel like I can get a lot out in a short time. But then I take ages to type it up and am scared to post...

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I can't help but be soft. I like emotions and happy endings 😭

I'm not very brave

I want everything finished and perfect before I post it

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I would absolutely not do this without a native or highly competent speaker writing it for me! I don't know SHIT

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Legend of Zelda - Breath of the Wild

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Gosh. I quite like Overwinter. That was my first attempt at a longer fic. I 💜 gay cowboys

No pressure tags for @parkouringrabbit @koalamatcha and @claireinsorcia 🫰

[savemeafruitjuice]

Tickletober Day 19- Secret

This is a 2012 fic!

Lee: Raph

Ler: Splinter

TW!: STRUGGLES WITH ANGER ISSUES! SOME ANGST!

"Just shut up, Leo! I don't care!"

Raphael twisted out of the grasp of his brother, fuming as he took off down the hall. The leader watched in concern as the younger had yet another argument with him today.

"Raph-"

"No. Screw off."

And that was that. The red-themed turtle stomped to his room, kicking the door shut. He paused, sighing, before sliding down the door and curling up. It just wasn't fair. He couldn't control how he felt, and no one would understand him if he tried explaining it. Everyone sucked. His family sucked.

Tears welled up in his eyes, because he was lying. No, his family didn't suck, he sucked. He didn't deserve to have brothers like this, or his father. Raph pressed his head into his knees.

His father.

He needed help, and Master Splinter could be the only one who would help him.

-----

"Uhm.. Excuse me, Sensei. Could I.. ask you something?"

Splinter looked up from his spot on the ground, and patted the spot next to him. "Come, sit with me." He hesitated for a second, but eventually, the turtle sat down.

"What is it that you wanted to ask?"

Raph sighed, pulling his knees to his chest. "Just.. Why isn't anything working? The things you've taught me.. about anger, I mean." He scrunched his face up, picking at his kneepad. "All the techniques about ignoring it, or having other outlets.. they don't help for very long. I keep.. blowing up."

The elder moved his hands from where they were at his lap, holding them out for Raph to take. The red-themed turtle reached and let his hands rest in those of his father's, a dejected look on his face.

"My son. It is true that you face the struggle of anger. I am aware that you cannot control this at times.." The rat man clasped his fingers around his son's much larger ones, rubbing the back of his hand soothingly. "But it does not have to be wholly who you are."

Raph looked up, confusion evident on his face. "You have many outlets related to aggression, such as using punching bags, or battling during missions- even training. All of those are parts of what makes you who you are, but you are forgetting that not everything has to revolve around such an intense emotion." The turtle didn't seem to know how to respond, mouth opening, before shutting again when nothing came out.

When words came to him, the shorter spoke, quietly and unsure. "Then.. what am I supposed to do about anger? I don't feel like I can beat it.."

"And you don't have to. Anger is not something you can move past with ease. A lot of the time, it will always be a part of you, and all you can do is make peace with it and continue on." Raph closed his eyes, face pinched as he tried to wrap his head around the concept of just.. accepting his anger.

"But.. Sensei, what do I do when I'm out of control? Or- when I'm overwhelmed?"

"Hm.. While your current methods can help calm some of the energy you feel, perhaps taking your mind off of aggravation could give you better results." The teen looked up, perplexed. "Like what?"

Splinter smiled slightly. "Things like having fun, and enjoying the present moment. Come, and I will let you in on a secret." He leaned forwards, pulling Raph into a hug. Though a bit confused, the turtle scooted closer, hugging back.

"The saying is true.."

Raph looked up at the following silence, face pressed against his father's yukata. "What saying?"

"That laughter is the best medicine."

There was barely any time to react before being thrown into a fit of high-pitched cackles. "WhaHA! Fahather, noho- Heh!" He squirmed, hands gripping onto the clothing. Yoshi only chuckled, continuing to scritch his nails along his son's sides.

"Raphael, you must release the tension in your body." The younger shook his head, pressing into the other's side. "Ihi cahan't! Yohou're tihickling mehe! Stohop!" He wiggled to the side, but it didn't go unnoticed that there was very little effort to get away.

Raph flinched as the fingers came into contact with his ribs, elbows pressing down as much as they could with his arms lifted. There wasn't much reason to be as passive with being tickled as he was, but the red-themed mutant's hands never came to push the other's away.

"Hmm, you seem to be more tense than before.. Perhaps I should try a different spot. How about here?" The turtle shrieked, scrunching up his shoulders to his head when claws dragged down the back of his neck, then going to slip into the crook of the area. "NOHO! PleheHEASE! Ihihit tiHIcklehes!"

"I don't think this is any better.. How about here? Possibly here?"

Raph was in stitches, curling up against the elder as best he could as each ticklish spot was prodded at, sending him into quiet bouts of laughter. "Pffeheh- Nohot thehere! Fahather, plehease- IHI- Ihi can't!"

"It appears I'll have to keep trying to get you to relax, my son.."

"HAH! FahaHAtheher, noho!"

[sgiandubh]

Cooking by moonlight: Teresa's Kahlúa liver pâté and Anonymous' No-Knead Honey Beer Bread

After a very long and rather rainy spring, with days looking more like November than May, we're just in the middle of a heatwave. For obvious reasons, cooking becomes something almost accidental - it would better be quick and effective.

This is one of the best appetizer/snack recipes I have even been able to steal. It comes from our dearly departed Chilean friend I have already written at length about, and it takes the beloved coffee liqueur totally out of its comfort zone.

Best thing? It is easy and even cheap, if you already have this bottle loitering in your cupboard and you want to try something else than pouring some of it over ice cream:

[Credits given to the Wikipedia contributor who uploaded this pic]

For a batch of liver pâté, you will need (adjust quantities accordingly if serving it for a buffet): 9 ounces (250 grams) raw chicken liver; 1 stick (110 grams) of good quality butter (always, always use Irish); 6 cloves of garlic, sliced; 1 tsp (a pinch of) fresh thyme (I skip that and I find it doesn't change much); 1 whole small red onion (I insist!), chopped (you can replace and I often do, with 2 shallots, finely chopped); 1/4 cup (60 ml) Kahlúa liqueur (adjust to own taste, I personally like to keep it on the lighter side), salt and pepper (obviously - dash of...).

Place everything, spare the alcohol, in a pan (a deeper dish, wok-style is recommended). Gently fry, low heat, until the liver is cooked - about 15 to 20 minutes. Cooking at low heat will keep the butter properly browned and the liver properly moist, which is crucial for this dish - resist temptation to get it done quicker. You'll know it's done when all the pink is gone, and even a wooden spoon will easily split the livers. Don't overcook.

Reserve some of the melted butter aside (more about this, in a second). Place in a glass, china or plastic bowl - no metal, lest you want the lovely (not) oxydizing taste. Add the liqueur. I prefer to use this Medieval contraption, because I want to be able to better control the texture - a humble potato masher, heh:

Mash it vigurously or just use a blender (no bowl required, obviously). You are done!

3. While still warm, you can put it in reusable jars, for storage (up to a week), in the fridge. In this case, pour some of the melted butter over the pâté, to seal it properly, keeping the oxydizing away. It should look like this:

Serve with toasted honey beer bread or any other fresh bread available.

Onwards to the honey beer bread. This comes from the web, I think these effortless recipes were all the craze during COVID-19. Once I made it, I never looked back.

You will need: 2 3/4 cups (350 grams) regular (no self-raising!) flour; 1 Tsp (15 grams) baking powder (no baking soda!); 1 tsp (5 grams) salt; 1/3 cup (90 ml) honey (I prefer orange blossom, but any type will do); 1 12-ounce (330 ml) can of beer (blonde/pale ale, I often use Moretti with sea salt, but that is personal taste); half a stick (60 grams) melted butter (Irish!).

Preheat oven at 350 F(180 Celsius).

In a big plastic bowl, roughly mix the dry ingredients, using a fork.

Slowly pour the beer, then the honey (in this order) over the dry mix. Do not forget to incorporate after each one of them. You will get a very soft, but not runny dough and this is exactly what should happen.

Melt the butter slowly on low heat. Use about half of it to grease a loaf tin. Alternatively and perhaps more conveniently/elegantly, use a muffin tin (tip: use some crumpled paper towel to grease tin, it's stress & mess free and covers superbly).

Pour #3 in loaf tin. Use the other half of the butter to gently brush the top of your bread.

Bake for about 40 to 50 minutes, until the proverbial inserted toothpick remains dry. Take bread immediately out of the tin, let cool for at least 10 minutes. Devour. Keeps well for about three days (if only...) and can be, of course, toasted (see above)

Final result - older pic, from my Athens kitchen. Immediately after, Baby the Lab made a mess out of it and I had to bake it all over again, LOL:

You can add grated cheddar to it (step #1), or even garlic, if you want. I prefer it as is. But I often add more than a dash of Basque smoked paprika - makes for very interesting results.

You're welcome.

[grahamcarmen]

The train scene is really just Carmen choosing gray over the family who raised her if you think about it. Carmen really thought "I'm gonna stop VILE and the singular person I want on my side from that organization is the guy I knew for a year and not the woman I'm 99.9% sure is the one who found me and raised me for nearly 20 years"

Coach brunt must have felt so betrayed knowing that Carmen didn't even consider her worthy of asking to be on her side, and chose the guy friend she knew for a year, the betrayal.- forgetfulnots

i would have wanted to see Brunts reaction to that [even if i'm scared for gray a little considering how she takes betrayal from shadowsan and even dipped her toes in trying to play mind games to tear that bond down before going BOOO BOOO SHOULDVE JUST DONE IT MY WAY WORTHLESSA-...grays so squishy ...] but considering the scenes we do get are still more focused on how carmen should come back to her "loving" embrace i think she's too self absorbed to have clocked it since their partnership in the dark! era would have been to her eyes just a return to the natural*. why shouldn't she find kindred spirites at VILE?

Brunt very rarely has a chance on screen to deviate to tearing things that are keeping carmen away from VILE which leaves carmen bearing the brunt [heh] of her anger and obsesssion

the fact that carmen was choosing gray is something that isn't in VILE's view because gray didn't tell them that the deeper desire for reconciliation is mutual and not just some loyalty ploy lol

->didn't tell them about the train offer and presumably any other things that betray the affection from her

-> could take the Himalayan rescue as for the crown and while maelstrom put forward that hes primed to being used by carmen he doesn't put personal attachment on carmens part to it

but seriously it IS so wild

carmen was gonna leave them before she had the revelation that they sucked on a deeper level that she couldn't ignore

she patiently bided her time to escape the second time

she digs here heels at even returning physically to the isle for new caper info to keep doing good and rejects them at every turn however she can

17 -19? years on that isle and she can't stand it

... she never really truly does this to gray.

reject his moral compass being out of wack? yes

fight him? yes.

leave him? yes

reject his memory or possibility of return into her own life? no. not out of the gate and mostly under duress and never completely as evidenced by her willingness to keep trying

she sits for the train, and asks him to come back. she slows down her mission to take him in at the opera and flies down to meet him when its over. she prioritizes his safety and new future as much as she can and after she leaves him in the himalayas she still obviously has that soft spot for him that player picks up on. the greatest rejection she could have given him [a murder attempt] was under brainwashing which immediately is followed with tears and wanting to take it back

if he doesn't need to be a memory she doesn't want him to be

and that was 1 year of friendship....

brunt...

the fish caper is one of my favorites and a part of it is the brunt scene since it solidifies that carmen wanted/wants that maternal love in her life and she DID used to find some of that in Brunt when she was at VILE. but she's also ok with leaving the good bits of that bond in the past because she wants to find her real mom and its clear that carmen just isn't the type to be VILE and can't really say much to someone so entrenched in it that she's faculty

an old friend. we parted ways <- paraphrase cause i don't have the ep on hand but this is how she describes her in that ep

not dismissive of the affection that used to be there [if sometimes saccharine suffocating like the hug after the escape like brunt: ugh i blame myself for this little outburst] but also not really in a rush to pick it back up and instead looking forward to the future like visiting her actual birthplace and meeting her real parents even if shes a bit busy atm

and with the hallucination carmen was absolutely willing to have Brunt be the one who had saved her and loved her in her memory

all those years sucked in many ways but there was bright spots right?

but she's not going back. she's not choosing Brunt. not explaining why she left and not inviting her back into her life. not even gonna try.

and after all they did for her, brunt thinks.

how. ungrateful. [cue brunt obsessively falling into the need to drag her back]

and while she rejects the VILE offer from Gray on the train that's her rejecting VILE...not her rejecting Gray in her life. that's HER counteroffer. she wants HIM. she hates VILE and it can rot but she wants HIM. and she makes an effort to make a space for him

1 year and the affection lingers and spills out and causes her to do some WILD things to keep even a thread of it and it survives and in the present tense and real

she's on a reinvention revolution path and even in the midst of that it still means

gray >vile [including brunt]

and if Brunt ever heard and understood THAT??...ohhhhhhhhhhhhh

[sonicranger1]

Ship ask game for kanjigar and blinky!

1, 11, 14, 22, and uhhhh pick another random one

Ask game

1. Who is the better cook?

Blinky. I can see that man knowing how to make atleast some things but Kanjigar? He's burning the kitchen down, he can't even operate a toaster

11. Who leaves notes in the others lunch? (Bonus: what do they say?)

Blinky again. although what would be said would highly depend on where on the timeline with these two we're talking about (me trying to hide behind a smart answer instead of saying idfk)

14. Who falls asleep during a movie

Okay 1. They're both old little shits this is unfair 2. It would probably depend on the movie but like I'm leaning towards Kanjigar more likely being the one to

22. Love language? How do they get around differences, if any?

Blinkys is pretty obviously Words of Affirmation, I mean in the show this guy takes every living opportunity to sing Kanjigar praises. There's also this whole thing where- you know Blinkys iconic speech to Jim? Yeah okay so that's a Frankenstein amalgamation that includes things Kanjigar said throughout their journey to Heartstone Trollmarket

(Cough notice how these lines were said at completely different times but Blinky still remembered and kept them)

And notice how Blinky first really uses it when defending Kanjigar and going to his aid 👁👁 not to mention that the second part “that to strive and triumph in the face of fear is what it means to be a hero” is completely original on Blinkys part iirc and once again, this is all mostly in the context of Kanjigar so hm how very very interesting (I had someone- you know who you are- point out this fits with this thing called communication accommodation theory so heh, rotating that in my head constantly now)

Moving on though, Kanjigar has always leaned more heavily towards Acts of Service being his main thing to me. Which yknow is probably super obvious and a “duh” moment but whatever 

I don't think they'd have that much of an issue getting around those differences in affection tho (they have bigger things to worry about <.<)

Bonus: 19. What do they fight about most often? (Alternative: what was their biggest fight?)

When Kanjigar started distancing himself from Draal and the others. I don't think Blinky would've just idly sat by as Kanjigar pulled that shit but stubborn mule meeting stubborn mule doesn't usually equal a productive conversation if you know what I mean 

[linksthoughtbrambles]

Analytical theology

Part 19 of Adventure Log+ (sequel to Link's Thought Brambles - best to read in order, also on ao3). Warning for strong language.

Thank you to @newtsnaturethings for sharing their immense climbing knowledge!

How the hell did you end up here, Link?

With your fingertips dug into a cliffside and your Princess’ legs wrapped around your middle?

This has to be my fault. Younger, naïver-Link’s fault. The Goddess is having a little laugh at my expense. ‘Fly with the wind, Hero!’ She didn’t mention the purgatory part where I cling to a sheer rock over a thousand-foot-drop while getting exactly what I wished for for MONTHS.

Well. Not exactly. If it was EXACTLY what I wanted, it would be even harder to climb. Still- Princess’ legs around my hips? Check.

Burns- everywhere she’s touching?

“Mm-kh-h.”

“Ffff.” That, too.

Be realistic, Link. You… started exhausted and- wounded- with a ten-foot slide… and a Goddess-knows-how-high… climb… and if either of you nod off you are so screwed. How… bad is it…?

OHMY-

DON’T. Never mind looking down, Link, don’t- even- look to the SIDE, not even way over there, not unless you want your bowels to twist their way right out of you “Mgh-hh.”

“M-mm?”

That’s WAY more than a thousand feet, has to be, and every inch up happens slower. Slower each. Stop- trailing off, Link. Let that fear WAKE YOU UP. The only thing that can kill you here is how tired you are, so you are NOT ALLOWED to be tired. Right? Right. Shake out your stupid left calf. Don’t let your joints lock.

…DON’T let your joints lock.

I said don’t.

Come on.

When- how long since I last moved?

Oh? When did I- lean my head… against… the stone? Feels good that way. Better. I… should be worried about that. About how cold it is. How hard to pull away. The dragon was warm. Long gone, now.

Zelda’s been so quiet. Just… breathing.

And shaking.

“KhhHH-hh-“

AH!andcoughing

“S-KHh… hhh. I’m- sorry, Link.”

"D- on't be. Alert and coughing is- better."

“L- ink?”

Why’d that- make me smile? Doubt she sees. Wind. Snowflakes. Hair in my face. “Don’t- worry, Princess.”

“H- heh- khHHh.”

AH- h- urts when she does that. Sticky. What’s left of your clothes? Ruined. Threads. Stuck in your back. It’ll fester for sure. It’s been too long BUT- you’re not sick- yet. You- have to- get your Princess- to the topWITHOUT trailing off to a stop again, Link FOCUS- focus, you can rest at the top! Just roll over into the snow and close- your- eyes…

And… fricking die of hypothermia and idiocy.

No. No, you can’t do that.

Once you’re up there, you need to find a sheltered spot and build a fire. THEN you can pass out.

Oh?

No no no NO “N-o. Zelda-“ she’sNEVER- “please.”

“H- ave to. Try- and help.”

“I-“ know you should but holy Hylia you slip we both go down, down, down and never ever get back up “I’ll move- soon. Really.” Shake it out, Link, wake up, you can do it. Lean in real close to the mountain. You can let go for a second to find a new grip, right? So you can let go for a second to shake that arm out a little, too. Just- just a little.

“O- oh-“

“It’s okay.” Better. Can I- do the other…? Better not. Wait for a different grip.

“It’s been… Link, we…”

.

She… doesn’t want to say it.

We’ll pass out. Eventually. If we just stay here. Or I’ll slip. But her legs were- jelly- before we took off. Gripping me constantly isn’t resting. Can’t recover. Her legs… could buckle if she climbs and ohno- come on, Link. Don’t feel bad. Don’t. You’re just- being realistic. Your super-strong- Princess… is also super-not-used to this.

Even I’M not used to this. But she’s not used to survival-mode at all. “Heh.”

“Mm?”

Maybe I made a mistake working so hard so she didn’t have to rough it too much outside the castle. Or maybe I’m making a mistake now because what am I regretting, exactly? NOT being a patronizing ass? OooOOOH, Link, you’d better teach your princess wilderness survival because you’re sooOOOooo good at it and she’s, what, not? Clearly she IS, dumbass! Because she’s HERE and not dead.

She has horseback-riding muscles. Spent? Yes. But so are yoursLinkNOPE. Not. Not not allowed.

Can’t let them be.

One… more.

Just one more- step.

Worry about the next afterward.

RIght there. Less than a foot. Finger... finger-crawl your way up, Link. Hard on other hand though HARD fingersFINGERS

“Hh!”

Got- it. “Hhh-hh.”

“That- is the one I meant to hold.”

“G- ood instincts.”

“Hmh. Oughtn’t- I help, then, S- ir Knight?”

“Heh- hehe-” get a hold “heh-” of yourself, she’ll think you’re laughing at her.

if- If I’m going to slip- do I have time… to tell her to unbuckle?

Maybe she should hold the paraglider.

…Wind.

Bad idea.

“Link… please. Khh- lhh- let me.”

“S-orry, Zelda. Just.” Stopshakingyourhead, Link “I know you’ve- never…”

“Yet- you… need help. And I- Link, I- I fear I shkHh-all… fall asleep and… pull you off the rockface.”

Yeah. Me… too.

Same deal if she slips, though. Even once.

Maybe there’s a comprimise. “…One hand. No- legs. And- keep- that other arm around me.”

“So stringent.”

“Thaaat’s-hh- me.”

“Quite the-rk-“

Ohhhhh getting lighter

“-taskmaster.”

that IS better, it is, can I- oh no NO Link no, relief NOT ALOWED stay focused- sharp- aWAKE

“Link?”

TREMOR, Link, sudden, forearm, not that I wasn’t already shaking but that was like someone plucked me like the world’s meatiest lute-

What the hell Link, meaty lutes? What’s wrong with-

No. No, actually. Meaty- lutes. Bokoblins would make instruments out of people. Other animals, too. But people. Like their f#$*ing braziers. Bastards bastards bastards

“Link- are you-?”

“I’m okay.” Just shaking with rage, now. Maybe that’s better. One more surge of red in my blood. Awake.

How much further?

Handhold, Link.

There’s another one.

Foothold?

Yeah, that- thing that was a- handhold fifteen minutes ago. You feel it.

Link? You’re going way- too- slow.

Do it, Link.

Step- h-hurts- hurtsup. Up. Up. UP. UP- firm- and REACH!PAIN

“Hh!”

I’ve got it I’ve got it oh

Oh oh

Meat-strings.

Bad, this- bad. “Z- h- el-!”

“Link- hold on!”

Her weight shiftingSHIFTINGSHE’S-!

She’s- got a handhold. A higher one.

She didn’t listen. No- no arms around my shoulders “Zelda- no, you-“

“Link, you- must rest-“

“Can’t.” Need a decent ledge, not these- tiny- little finger and… toe-spaces, and no no no no Link don’t do this to yourself, remember, you heard… her voice. HER voice- she told you to fly and she was right and why bother if there was no hope-

Hope?

The next part of the prayer. Make of us a temple of hope.

What does it mean… to be a temple? “Zelda?”

“Y- yes?”

“What- does it- mean- gh-hhh. To be a temple?”

“W- I beg your pardon?”

“Heh- hehehe-“ noNO Link hold on stop- stop shaking. “The- prayer. In these- lofty- skies… hhh-hh… make of us…” air, Link “a…”

“…A temple of hope.”

Just nod. More- breathing- that way.

“LinkkH- this is- hardly the time for analytical theology.”

“Ha- haha hahaha!” Oh GODDESS Link

“L- Link-!”

keep a lid on it, it would be the STUPIDEST way to die, wouldn’t it “hh-hh-“ to laugh yourself right off the mountain?! “Sorry. Hhh-heh- I just- that was the calmest you’ve sounded- kph-h“ and now you’re sniggering, Link. She must think you’ve lost your mind.

Bet she does, actually. Extra-lost in the head. She didn’t know I was praying back there- in the burning field. Doesn’t know I heard… the voice. Doesn’t know- I followed- prayer- to here. Didn’t even see… dragon. I wonder… did she feel… its warmth? “So… you know the prayer… right?”

“Of kHH-“

“FFF-“don’tFEELit

“-course.”

managethepain manageit!

Breathe.

…Prayer. Right- “I sort of… followed it here.”

“…What?”

Deep breath, Link. Forehead… rest JUSTforehead, Link. Just that.

…Can’t tell her- not about the voice. She’d feel like- s$!^. “…Hylia… preserve us. Lift us from these- sands. Keep us with the dawn.”

“…Link, you- cannot be serious.”

“I’m so serious.”

“Those words- they are… intentionally vague, and widely regarded- to refer to ascension- to the afterlife.”

“I know.”

“W- wh?”

“I think it’s- like -a double-meaning.”

“What- makes you believe this?”

“The… updraft. Zelda- you felt it, right? How warm?”

“…Yes…”

“It was-“ …what do I say? An invisible dragon? “…Magic.”

“Whose magic?!”

How- the hell do I say this- without upsetting her?

Speak its name, Master.

RG!

“Hh-h!”

Fi, what the S#!^, I’m hanging off a CLIFF, here!

Forgive me for startling you, Master. I’d intended to offer advice only when solicited.

…Thanks.

I surmised interruptions may be unwelcome under the present circumstances.

THEY ARE.

As expected. Your concentration, however, may be secondary to securing the Princess’ understanding of this matter.

Secondary to NOT FALLING?!

Ascension is preferable to the mere absence of free-fall.

…Alright, fine, that actually- really does make a weird sort of sense but no, no no no it’s ALSO the kind of sense a dog has when he drops his bone in the damn water, and for me the dropping bone would be bones, and MY bones, and Zelda’s, so sorry, no, not falling IS, actually, more important than climbing up right this second though I’ll admit you woke me up again. Bright-eyed Link is back for at least a few- more- seconds-

The longer you remain immobile, the higher your probability of falling.

You know I know that, so- why distract me?!

To recommend you reveal Dinraal’s presence to the Princess.

…It’ll… she- Fi, she’ll know something’s wrong.

She will also understand your leap of faith.

So?!

Make of us a temple of hope.

I know the prayer, Fi. I was just talking about it.

Make of US, master. Not only you.

“…Oh.”

“Link? You- haven’t answered.”

…Damn. “…Dinraal.”

“D- Dinraal?”

“Yeah.”

“Din…RAAL?”

“That’s- what Fi said.”

“Fi?!”

“I saw it. In the distance. Fi told me what it was.”

“You SAW Dinraal?!”

“…Wait, do you know the name?!”

“It is- a legend! Writings are few, yet- a myriad of astonishing creatures are discussed in one of the Sheikah- tomes. Dinraal… is meant to be a great dragon- associated with the Spring of Power.”

“Yeah. It… definitely is a dragon.”

“…And you… saw…”

.

Oh no- Link. Her head is so- going- a mile a minute.

“Why… did I not see?”

 …Fi?

You cannot tell her.

Which of the things I don’t really understand should I not say?

Avoid saying that which you do not understand.

But I don’t understand any of it.

.

Oh.

The prayer, Master.

Right. Right... “Zelda?”

“…Yes?”

“It helped us.”

“I- Link, I believe what you saw, and that it- facilitated our escape, but- the prayer hardly seems relevant.“

“But I was praying. The words- I- Zelda, I was so afraid to go north. I thought it was a death trap.”

“Yes… I agreed with you.”

“But the words- in my head- I prayed and suddenly there's the dragon. And- I just knew- we were going to make it.”

…She thinks I’m nuts, doesn’t she? Not because I saw the dragon, but because I’m slapping the prayer on there like it’s why Dinraal happened to be passing. It GOT us here, though. Not because it made the dragon be there, at least I don't think so, but because it made me really believe we could make it and I ran my ass off and made sure she did, too, and I didn’t hesitate with the glider-

Goddess. If I HAD hesitated – “Zelda- the prayer- stopped me from hesitating. Huiru and Reida- a few more seconds and they’d have caught us before we jumped, or we’d’ve jumped to get away from them before we were ready.”

“You- are saying the prayer guided your behavior.”

“…Yeah. Guess I am.” Sped my indecisive ass the hell up.

.

So quiet.

Except it’s not. It’s… really loud up here- with the wind. Not a ton of snow… just some flakes- but they’re whipping around. Little cold-speckles on my face. My- fingers.

“In-hKHh- these… lofty skies… make of us a temple… of hope.”

“If… if you- if you believe it- that it means here, and now, and… us… then what does it mean?”

“…A temple is a place of faith… of worship. Of prayer.”

We should be- a place of worship?

A place of prayer?

“I… am not sure I do believe it, Link, but…”

Her nuzzling me, please let that not be the last one ever, please let’s make it.

“…I believe in you.”

Warmnow. “I believe in you, too.”

“Hmm.”

AHhumming on what’s left

“Perhaps- that shall suffice.”

of the skin on my neck. Love it. Hurts. Love anyway.

Wh?! She’s- moving up again no way no WAY “Z- stay with me, don’t-“

“I-hh- am with you. Stay with me, also, Sir Knight.”

“I am, I just- Zelda, I’m-“ shakingshakingmorenowsomuchmore “I’m so afraid you’ll slip, you’ve never, ever done- ANYthing like this, have you?”

Her lips. My hair.

“No. Yet- I choose to believe in you. If you choose to believe in the prayer, then… I suppse you must also believe in me.”

“I-“ Huh? “I just- said I did!”

“Hm. To say is not enough. You must have faith in me, Sir Knight.”

“Wh-? I do-“

“Faith that I shall not fall.”

…Is that-

Is that what it means?

Shaking. Could hardly move. Bearing her weight. It’s easier if she takes it off, but… I have to- let her.

Yeah I’m not sure I can do that I’m shaking a thousand times harder now that I HEARD that foot she just took off me SCRABBLE for purchase to my right holy s#!^ holy s#!^ holy s#!^ HOLY S#!^ “My-y Goddess-s, Ze-elda, y-ou’re s-o-o spent, I kn-ow you are-h-h, I-h-h felt-t how-“

“As are you.”

Hylia “F-h-h.”

“Link…”

Preserve us

“We were- unable to progress-“

Lift us from these sands

“-while you- continued to bear- my full weight.”

Keep us “I-h- I know.”

“Believe in me.”

“I- h-h- do.” Look up, Link.

“And… haveKHh- hh-“

FFFholdit

“-hope… that we shall reach the top.”

���What was that, Link? That feeling in your chest.

Realistic.

Having realistic expectations.

Right?

That deep, dead- sinking- feeling. It’s not fear. It’s just truth.

Your body- says you’re not going to make it.

That’s just realistic.

But… hope doesn’t have to be realistic.

Her FOOT scrabbling again left this time and she’s going to start pulling me up if I don’t do it myself soon- somehow-

Breathe, Link. Deep in, stream out. Deep in, stream out. Awake. You see it- the next handhold. Just- do it. Just do it. Just- “Hylia- preserve us. L- lift-“

“Us from these- sands.”

Her too, keep up “Keep us- with the dawn.”

“In these- l- ofty- skies… hk-“

Shehasitshehasit “Make of us a-“ OH! ohshe- has- it- “a- temple of hope…”

“That when we descend… we may-“

“Breathe… new- LIFE-“ YES

“Into the surface’s green fields…”

Up “It’s- f-lowered meadows-“

“And its- vast- w- aters.”

“Th-at we may- scale its- mountains!” Like this! “Ha!”

“And seek out the wonders of its caverns!”

I like… cavern-wonders. “That we- hh- may- treat all life… with-reverence.” Like hers.

“K-KHh-h-“

“Ffff-“ controlcontrolstayfocused

“Hh- cherishing- not only its preservation- hh- h-“

UPLink helpher “…But its- freedom… for all things… must balance.” Like us.

“What you- raise- will one day fall.”

 Do NOT think ‘Like us’ Link cut it the HELL out head shutupshutup aWAKE wakeup “W- What- what we- cultivate will one day wither…” maybe this isn’t the best part to be thinking about right now maybe go back to the beginning it’s more happy and less relevent, less falling and withering and-

BIG liftCAREFULZelda!

“…And all that lives will one day… die.”

Up, UPLink, catch up don’t drag- drag- her down, you’re- clipped together! “And… mgh-hh… and-“

“…On that day…”

Expectant, Link, listen. She- wants you to say it- “We- rise once more… though- though-“ next line not next not

“…Our body… sinks.”

Sinking, falling- why, Hylia? “H-Hylia, preserve us.”

“Lift us from these sands.”

“When the bonds of flesh release us…” …today?

“May your light illuminate our path.”

UP another, Link. Another. Shake that arm out aWAKE. Better. Now- left leg. Nevermind the prayer then- starts with- the falling and the sinking, the dying… and the… withering like your headstate, it’s not that, is it? Is it? Is this… the day we lose? Is- the hope- for something else? SomeONE else? Maybe we… die- someone else… picks up my sword and- goes on. Our hope, maybe some- kid in the canyon, far below. Maybe Hylia just… didn’t want us to die on that- field… didn’t want whoever that- guy was- to be able to turn us into those- those things, those- stals… or ReDeads.

“…Link.”

Her breath… warm-

“A temple of hope. Remember?”

Y-yeah-

“What you raise. What the Goddess raises- here- and now- through the strength we have left. And- we still- have some.”

…A little.

“Today-kh-h- we rise, Sir Knight.”

“Heh- hehe. Mgh.” Today.

Some day we fall.

“Hylia, preserve us.”

Again?

“Faith and prayer, Link. A temple of hope.”

Right. Faith, Link. In Zelda, even if nothing else, awake, aWAKE, shakeitout, though frankly if you decided not to believe in Hylia after what just happened, you’d be at least a little crazy, and considering Fi says she’s actually talked to Hylia and you HEARD her not all that long ago, you’d be even MORE- crazy (unless of course you ARE- just crazy, and- hearing- voices- in general including Fi in which case you just got lucky with the updraft thing and oh… wow AM I crazy? Dinraal was real… right? Has to be, Zelda hears Fi- NO NO she doesn’t! She reads what I hear on the slate…)

(Zelda’s real, right? I’m not imagining this? Because drop-dead-gorgeous-genius-magical Princess of the realm falling totally in love with you and pinning you down on her exquisite embroidery sounds kind of crazy now that I think about it).

Why do I do this to myself?

“Link?”

AHff- yeah. Shut up, Link. Give- one more- good shake. Right leg. Shake it – ward cramping the hell off. Then climb.

There.

Prayer? Climbing rhythm. “H-ylia, preserve us. Lift us- from these-“ UP “-sands.”

“Hehh-hh. Keep us… hh-khHh-“

It’sokayOKAY, up “…with the dawn.”

“Hh-hh- In thKhh-ese- l- lofty… skies…”

“Make- of us- a TEMple-“ careful! “of hope.”

“That- whHh-en we descend-“

“We may… breathe- new- LIFE” gripYES

“Into the surface’s green- fields!”

Shesoundsgood thatwasgoodsound “Its- flowered- meadows!”

“Hhh-hh. And its vast- waters!”

“That we- may- SCALE- its- mountains!”

“H-hehe. Link.”

“What?” She is- so smiling. “Too- hh- over-the-top?”

“Hmhmm. And- seek out- the wonders- of its KH-hh- caverns.”

“That we may treat- all- life- with reverence.”

“Cherishing… not only its- khH- preser- vation…hh-hh…”

“…But its freedom.” Because without that, there’s no point.

“For all things- must balance.”

It’s not- your- life, otherwise. “Hh. What you raise… will… one day…”

“Fall.”

But not- today. NOT today, Link. “What we cultivate- will- one day…”

“Wither.”

But NOT today, Link. Not if you- can just- keep- moving. “And all that lives will one- day…”

“Hhh-hh. Die.”

But not today. Today… we climb.

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“May- your- LIGHT- rrk-“

“Illuminate- our PATHGr-“ lift lift PULL Link oh

“Link?”

oh sh-ff-PAIN “Hhh-hh… hh-hhh- mgh-hhh…” No, no no no you can’t do this, not now-

“Link, what is it?”

“C- cramp.”

“Oh-hh- L- Link- try to relax-“

“Heh.” She would say that. Shake it shake it shake it OUT and DON’T slip holy f-“Ffff-fFFF! Mg- ghh-hh” got it kind of but my fingers my nose my feet already numb, cold,  time is so running out, how far, how much further? “Z- elda?”

“Yes?”

“Can you- tell? How far?”

Shifting, don’t slip, Link she’s trying to see ohG-! Please don’t lean back!!! “ZEL!”

“O-oh…”

“Hhh-HH-“ HEART “hh-hH-“ your “hh-” heart, Link THUMPING thumping “N-never mind-” stop heart please

“Link- I- I don’t think it’s very far. Certainly not as far as we’ve come.”

Not as far as we’ve come could still be so far, it’s been so long already what- time- is it?

There it is- again. Your forehead on the stone. Frozen- stone. Getting icy. There’s- word for this- Link. Bad. Ice rock. Slippery. Fancy word?

Treacherous.

You… can do it- Link. One- handhold- at- a- time. One more. The next- one. Just- reach- justREACH”G-HHH!”

“Link?!”

NononoNONO no no no no slipping AND cramping shake it, SHAKE IT OUT!

“Link, what happened?!”

“Gh- ice. Cramp.”

.

Oh no, no- she’s gone quiet

“Link- just-hh- hhh. Just breathe. Try- try to relax-“

Can’t

“Where-?“

relax, can’t

“Is it- your forearm?”

will fall nod just nod and calf about to go too about to breathe she said breathe and she was right, that- maybe try- to catch a little more snow on your tongue, Link, everything’s wrong, you need water, salt, warmth, and food, and you can’t manage any of that right now except a few sprinkles of snow and even if you could once you start cramping you’re going to KEEP cramping what do I do I can’t even feel my FINGERS and there hasn’t been anywhere, nowhere to rest.

The clips.

I’m-

I’m going to fall.

She has to unclip.

Faith.

In her.

I have that.

Right?

She’s been doing- so well- except-

“KHhH-hh.”

still coughing

and- the ice

slippery

she needs me but

faith

have to have that

in her

maybe that’s what it means

really

I have to understand

It’s time to let her go? “Z-z- elda.”

“You c-can do it. F-ff- One more t-try.”

“Heh-h-h. The- c-clips.”

“…What?”

“Clips.”

“W-hat of them?”

“Take- them off.”

“…No.”

“P-please.”

“I shall h-f-f- not!”

Oh Goddess, the cold, too. She can’t stay still here with me, she CAN’T, she needs to move! “I-f-f- have- faith in you.”

“And I have faith- in YOU, Link. You sh-h-all- make it!”

Nononono. “Z-elda. I’m c-ramping. F-f-numb and- s-lipping. I’m- I’m-f-f-h- stuck.”

“I refuse- f-f-f- to- believe th-at.”

“I w-on’t be- a-ble. Not- h- unless- it’s just- f-fh-h… t-ten- f-h- eet?”

“Go the-h- ten, then. Don’t- g-ive up-h-h- now. F-f- g-o the t-en-h-h. Th-en- fifteen! Then-h-“

“Zel.”

.

The way she’s- “F-f-f-h-” breathing.

Upset.

“F-ff-f-hh-“

Sorry. “Please. If I- f-f-“ stopshivering comeon “-fall. If-f- you’re- c-h-lipped-“

“I c-ompre-h-hend p-herf-f-ect-ly. And I- h-h- shall n-ot un-nclip.”

“Z-h-h?! Zelda- p-h-lease!”

“I shall- f-h- not!”

Goddess.

“F-f-ff-h-h-ff.”

Goddess. “H-f-f-h-h.”

Reach. Link, reachreachREACH”RRRgK-h!” OHf “Zelda-h-h, I’m- ff-ff- so s-orry, I a-hm- s-SO sorry-f-f-h- my- LIMBS-s-h- just f-f- h-won’t- do it-h!”

“Then ph-f-ff- we shall-h-h- re-main-n h- here. Together!”

Stubbornstubborn! “No-“

“To-h-h-GETHER, Link!”

Just- breathe “F-f-“ Link. Breathe and think.

Breathe “f-h-“ in. Breathe out “h-f-f.“ Get a “f-h-h-“ rhythm. Maybe- maybe then you can“F-f-f-h-“

“F-h-hh-h-f-h-f-“

manage something. Breathe in. “F-f-f-fh-“ breathe “f-h-h-“ out. Breathe in. Breathe “Fph-hh-“out. Don’t slip. “H-f-h-“Keep grip. Breathe out. “Hah-h-f-h-“Keep grip. Breathe out. Hold “f-f-f-“ on. “F-f-h-“ Breathe out. Breathe in “h-gh-f-h-“ breathe out. “F-f-f-h-“Fingers. “F-h-f-“ Breathe out hurts SO?!!?! “H-h-f-“ Who cares “f-f-F-F-f-“ if you hurt, your “f-h-f-“ Princess“f-h-“ is STUCK TO YOU!

What if- you’re “f-F-h-“ almost there? Imagine how- “f-hh-h“ stupid “S-TU-h-h-h- PID!”

“L-h-h-ink?”

you’d be- to die now-

“H-h-h-please h-h.”

what if you’re only fifteen, or “f-f-F-F-F-h-“ twenty, or thirty or forty “h-h-“ feet from the top or “f-f-“ fifty, even?  How “f-f-“ stupid “RRR-f-h!” How stupid after coming so “f-f-h-“ far. “RrrRRR-f-f-rrRRR!!”

“L-h-ink-h“

Breathe IN “f-f-f-h.“ Breathe out. “F-F-F-F-H-“shakeOUT. Breathe in. Breathe “f-h-h-“out. Still “f-h-“ stuck. “F-h-“ muscles. Breathe in. Breathe out. The Goddess “f-f-h-F-h-h-“ SHE said. “F-h-“ temple. Of Hope. Chip “h-h-f-“ at ice?

“-K- hhkh-h.”

“FFFf”HURTS in. Breathe out.

“Lin-h-h-k.”

Breathe “f-H-h-h-“ in. Breathe out. Air “f-f.“ Why do I “F-H-“ need more? Breathe out.

“…Let-f-h- me.”

Let you “f-h-“ what?

“I c-an khhHH-h-h-h- hook-f-h you.”

What?

“My-h-h- legs.”

“No way.” Crazy that’s crazy, so much “f-f-h-“ more weight on her hands, she’s “f-H-h-f-“desperate, she “f-H-“ doesn’t know what “f-h-f-“ to do any more than “h-h-hoh-“ you do, Link, other than to just let me fall, “f-F-f-“ stuck, you’re “F-hh-f-“ stuck, you’ll fall eventually and you “f-h-h-h-h-“ CAN’T take your Princess “f-HF-h-“ with you, can you reach behind, reach the “h-f-f-h-“clips, undo them?

“L-ink-?“

Cease, Master!

“LINK-H-h!”

No no no NO “NO, Z-elda, d-h-on’t stop-h- m-e-h-H-H! “

“LINK, I WOULD DIE BE-H-FORE I S-EE YOU GIVE UP-h-HH!”

“I’m-H-h- not- GIVING-h- up, h- I’m- h- letting- h- you f-f-go!”

“I shall-h-h- not let-h-h-h- YOU go! Desist at once!”

“Hhg- mm-h-h. Zel- da. F-f-f-h-” I can’t even look in her eyes, she “f-f-h-“can’t see “Please. H-p-lease-h-h. I don’t f-f-f- want to- pull you f-h-h- with me!”

“P-h-recisely, h-h-Knight!”

“Wh-h-f-f?!”

“You-h- sh-all-f-f-f- not p-ull me f-h-with you.”

“I-“

“For you shall-h- NOT-h-h- fall.”

“G-Goddess, Z-e-elda, I’m-f-f-f-h stuck!”

“A t-emple of-f-h- h-ope, Link-“

“You-h- ARE my-h- hope! Please- f-f-let me let-h-h- YOU-h-h- LIVE!”

“The INSTANT we h- h- are-h- separated your f-f-f- life is-h- in far g-reater j-h-h-eopardy, for I h-h-know how you f-f-f-value mine!”

“Zelda, I- WON’T F-  give up f-F-f, I j-ust f-f-want you-h- SAFE h-H!”

“And- I f-f- want YOU KH-kh-s-h-afe, and khHHHh-h-f-f- you are-h- s-afest with-h-h- my life b-ound to f-h-yours!”

Breathe. “F-f-f-f.” Breathe, Link. “F-h-“ hang on.

“I won’t be able to live with my”F-f-f-“ self if I kill you” doesn’t matter much, does it, if I’m dead a few seconds after it happens, how do I argue with her on this?

Breathe in “f-f-F-f-h.”

“KhHHh-h-h.”

Breathe out “h-h-hh-h.”

How long before our “f-f-F-f-h” fingers slip?

out “h-h-h-” breathe

Oh?

Her “f-h-”cheek on my ear, she moved down “f-f-h-” down a little, wasting her “f-f-h-h-”energy

“My-h- love. If- either of us f-falls h-h-h- Hyrule is h-h- lost.”

Breathe “f-h-“ Link. “… I-h- know-h.” Breathe. “I- h-f-f-f… Zel-d-h-a, I-h- n-eed a- l-h-ledge. Even if-f- h- it’s s-small-h-, I h-h- just-“

“OOOOYYYYYY!”

WHAT?!

“Oh-hh! F-f-h-”

“IF YOU’RE DOWN THERE MAKE NOISE!”

“OH-h!”

WAITWAIT “Z-el-f-f-f- wait, Yiga, what-h-h- if-f-?”

“If we h-h-h-h-h- s-tart h- thi-h-inking like th-at we sh-shall h- never have-f-f-f- an ally, e-h-h-ver a-gai-n. HEH-H-LLO! HELL-H-LO-h-h, WE’RE h- HERE!”

…Yell or “f-f-“ fall, Link, it’s ”h-h-h-“ an easy choice “f-h-“ really “H- HERE-f-f-f! D-h- OWN-h HERE!”

“GOT THEEEEEEM!”

“F-f-h-“Hylia-

“Oh-h- KH- L-ink-f-h-h-!”

“I’VE GOT THEEEEEM!!”

HYLIA “f-f-“ thank “h-h-“ you THANK YOU “f-h-“

“I c-an’t-“

“HERE! HEEEEEEEEEEEERE!”

“KH-hh-f-f-f-f-f-h- can’t-h- quite f-f-f-f- h- see. J-h- ust-“

“HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERE!”

“-a- head-h-h- just-t-h b-arely-h.”

“O-k-h-ay.” Link “f-f-f-“ Link. Relieved “f-f-“ great but DON’T “f-h-“ RELAX stay- stay alert- “f-f-f-f-f-“ grip-

“HANG ON!! WE’LL LOWER A ROPE!”

“Z-el-f-f-f-“

“Kh-hh- hold- ff-f- on, Link.”

“F-f-f-F-f-f-f-“Shivering “f-f-h-f-“ more again so many “f-h-“ ups and downs once we’re “f-h-f-h-“up there we’re “f-h-h-“ going to pass “f-f-h-“out, aren’t we? “F-h-h-F-F-F-h-h-“ as soon as that “f-h-h-“ relief really “f-h-“ hits, can’t “f-f-“ let “h-h-h-“ yourself “f-h-“ Link, just in case “f-f-“  assess, assess first “f-h-h-“ assess who it is “f-f-h-“ how many “f-h-“ really safe?

Then again “f-f-f-f-f-“ if not “f-f-“ safe, they “f-h-“ lower rope then “f-h-h-h-“ we grab it they just let it “f-h-“ go- “Z-el-h-”

“Y-es?”

Quiet, Link. “I’ll-h-h- grab. H-h. Rope. F-irst. Keep-h-h- climb-h-ing-h. With me. F-f-f-f-f-h- h-h- at first?”

“You-h- don’t trust them.”

“I’m-h- f-f-f- h- less-h trusting-h-h- these-h-h- days.“

“I… “

…Please listen.

“F-f-f-f-f-f-h… un-dersta-h-nd.”

Good. “F-f-f-f-h-h-h-“ good. “F-h-hh. Unclip.”

“F-f-f-f-h-h-h-h- h- h- don’t- you- dare- f-f-  let go!”

Wish she could “f-f-“ see me “f-h-“ smile at her. “Yes, Prin-c-cess-s-h-h.”

Good “f-f-f-h-h.”

And.

She’s- not attached. So f$&*ing “f-f-h-h-“ terrifying please “f-f-f-“ for the love of “h-h-“ Hylia please “f-f-“ don’t “f-f-“ slip for all the love “f-h-h-h-f.”

“ARSDEN!!”

“HEERE!”

“HURRY THE ANCHOR, LET’S GO, LET’S GO!”

That “f-h-h-h-“ sounds- good. “F-h-h-h-“ genuine or sincere or “f-h-“ whatever. Tone right. Huiru and Reida “f-h-h-“ always- a little off.

A temple of “f-f-f-f-“ hope, Link. Not- dread. “F-h-h-h-f-h.”

Maybe I’m “f-f-h-“ reading too much “f-h-“ into it.

…She “f-f-f-“ slips, Link? You “f-f-“ing catch her and “f-h-h-“ if you “f-f-“ can’t, you “f-h-“ leap right after her, grab her and whip that “f-h-h-“ paraglider back “f-h-“ out, you’ll probably “f-h-h-“ still “f-h-“ die, but “f-f-h-h-h-“ better chance with “f-f-f-“ than without.

“IT’S IIIIIIIIIIN!”

“GET READY DOWN THERE!”

Here it comes. “F-f-f-f-h-h. I- I’ll h- hold your- f-f-f-f- h-arness.”

.

No “f-f-f-f-“ answer?

She “f-f-h-“ understands. “F-h-h-“ I’ll let go if they “f-f-h-“ drop me.

And- “f-h-f-h-“ here it is. “F-f-f-f-f-“ Here’s ho-OPINGHylia- stupid- ARM! “F-f-f-h-“ grab it!

“L-ink?”

“T-h-ry-ing.” Come on Link “f-f-h-h-“ BAD time to have a “f-h-h-h-“ hard time “f-h-“ letting go! Come on, arm. Just a “f-h-h-h-“ second with “h-f-h-“ more weight just do it, DO IT, Link “Gh-hh!” got it the foot now the FOOT “f-f-gh-h- f-gh-“ loop yes got it “got it- f-f-f-h-h- GOT IIIIIT!” SWITCH, Link, bad arm on “f-h-h-“ rope good arm on harness, just in case OH and goingup “Zel!”

“I- know-h-h!”

She’s moving, good, the “f-h-“ SECOND something goes “f-f-f-“ wrong with Zelda you be ready- you “f-f-f-f-h-” Concentrate. “F-h-h.“ Of course! Do the Thing.

Can I “ff-f-h-“ do the Thing in this “f-h-h-“ condition?

You know what, yes “f-F-h-h-“ yes I can, because MELEE. “F-h-h-h-f.” You can do it, Link. The instant “ff-h-h-“ anything goes wrong. Just “f-hh-h-“ stay frosty. “F-h-h-ff-hh-ffh-hh-hhh-f-f-f-f.” Frosty.

“Hh-Khh-h-f-f-h.”

No nono she’stooslow “Zel-h-“

”No- no good, Link!”

And HERE SHE IS, “f-f-“ goodbye “h-f-f-“ safety plan-

“OOOYYYY IS THAT ALL OF YOU NOW?!”

“H-h-h-ohh-hh…”

Maybe… don’t answer? “F-f. Hh-h-h.”

“…IT IS! H-h-khh.”

Good, Zelda, still “f-f-f-“ finding grips-

“NEXT TIME YOU’RE DANGLING FROM A CLIFF-

calm “f-f-“ down Link, hope, remember?

“-WAIT TIL YOU’VE ALL GOT THE ROPE TO SAY YOU’VE GOT IT, YOU HEAR?!!”

Yeah we’re “f-f-f-“ hearing and praying too

“HEAVE!”

“Link. KhH-ff-f-f.”

“Yeah-h-h-h.”

“They- ‘ve- f-f- not h- let us- go-h-h.”

“HEAVE!”

“H-h-heh-h.” Be ready anyway. You’re “f-f-h-“ going to be seeing Yiga everywhere for “f-h-h-h-“ the next month. “F-F-h.” Year?…Til the Calamity comes.

“KhhHHhh-h-h-f-f-hh.”

She-

“HEAVE!”

“F-f-f-f-khHh.”

I really hope she “f-f-eh-h-h-” stops coughing quick. With some rest.

“THAT’S IT!”

And wow- “f-f-f-“ wow we are- actually getting pulled up, aren’t we? “F-f-h-h-h.” It wasn’t even- wow. “Ff-h-f-h-h-“ it really WOULD’ve been “f-hh-h-“

“KhHh-h-ehh-h-h- f-f.”

stupid for you to stop there “f-f-h-fhh-h-h-“ Link.

“THAT’S IT! Arsden, keep that thing steady.“

“We’ve got it, sir!”

“Hennig.”

“Ready.”

“That’s it. That’s it- a little more. Ma’am, I’ll grab your free arm first.”

“Y-h-h-f-f- es.”

“That’s- it, good, I’ve got you, stay on the rope, though! Hennig!”

“Almost- your arm, man, here!”

It’s okay, okay, Link lethergo she’s got the rope, too-

“Gh- got- you, HEAVE!”

“Oh-hh-h-th- ank-h-“

SNOWface”F-h-h-ah-h-h-hf-“ ground ground

“Th-h-h-ank-“

ground solid

“Our pleasure, believe me, ma’am!”

“Goddess Almighty- captain, his!!?”

“Dear-Godd-!”

“Ha- hahaha-“ that’s about my back “f-f-f-F-f-f-“

“Oh- ff-! THE STRETCHERS, NOW!”

isn’t it?

“Sir, her too-“

“I see, I- Hennig. Water.”

“Wh-? Oh sh- yes- sir!”

Link. Don’t go- twilight-

“Here, here-“

-yet- Link. NECK “Ah-hh!”

“Sorry, man, but you’re parched.”

Oh- waterWATER”mGH-gh -GH-ghkHh-h- hh- hhh-“ Zelda “her! H-h-she needs…”

“The captain’s got her.”

“Gmpg. Gmpg-hKHHhh-hh.”

Good.

“Khh-HHh. Hh-h. Gmpg-h.”

Good.

“Hh-hh. Th- ank you, sirs.”

“Here, here- sir, ma’am, we’re going to pull you, alright?”

Sir and ma’am. We should…

“Strap you on the stretchers.”

probably....introduce ourselves....

“Captain- his back-“

“Face him down.”

Zelda hasn’t.

“Uh. Uh.”

Maybe- would sound crazy?

“Just keep his head off the ground.”

“Y-yes sir. Yeah, okay, um.”

f-ing hurts

“Skies, he’s heavier than he looks.”

Must be that I’m such- dead… weight…

“Could be the sword.”

“Gotta take that off, anyway.”

“Gh.” Can’t… “can’t lose… that.”

“We won’t, we’ll strap it up-?”

“Come on, Hennig, move!”

“It’s- I- I don’t-“

It’s not… THAT heavy…

Wait… wait… not heavy at ALL. Real light… for a longsword…

“Skies above. How- how do you lift this?!”

…huh? “’S…not heavy” betternow

“Hennig- Hennig we need to move him, get the damn sword off him!”

“I can’t!”

“You’ve gotta be- r-kh. Huh?”

Stoptugging aWAKEwake swordfine justleaveit

“…I don’t-?”

Got so warm.

“How the hell did this thing not pull him right off the cliff?””

Better.

“L-Link? Fff-h-hh.”

Zelda? Whoshakingshoulder? Off, hurts.

“Link f-fh-h- can you- still hear me?”

“…Did she say Link?”

‘Course.

“She did.”

“It’s- just f-f-f- me. I’ll take the- sword off. A-lright?”

Mightaswell it’syourswordanywayright?

“…There.”

“Ma’am- you can LIFT that?!”

“M-ight I- f-f-f-h- request, good sirs, that we discuss it later? My kn-i-ght-h-h-f-f-f- is in- d-esperate need of- f-f-f-f-h- care.”

“Your…”

“Elixirs, captain?”

“F-f-f-h.”

“…knight? Eh- yes, go on, strap him in, use the salve-”

“All of it from the looks of it.”

“Maybe. So… your knight… named Link?”

“Yes. F-f-f-f-h-h. H-h-kHh-h. I- am f-f-f- Princess Zelda.”

“What?” “That… can’t be true.” “The Princess?!”

“Sh!”

“Link and I- khHh-hh- were f-f-h beset on the Irch Plain. We are- h- fortunate to have made it h-here.”

.

“F-hh-f-kh-khHh. H-here.”

“What-“ “Is that…?”

“This is- h-h-h-h- the Sheikah Slate.”

.

“Move, men. Go on, finish up with him! Ma’- Princess…"

“F-fh-khHHHhh.”

"...Let’s get you strapped in. We'll get you to the garisson as fast as possible.”

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[kalied0skull]

Grease Au lore dump sorry if this is annoying 😨😨😱😱

So like the parent au you want to know about….kicks feet and giggles and sits pretty…..

Ponyboy and Cathy sorta just kept dating after TWTTIN, Cathy and him got married at 19!!! (Ponyboy REALLY took Soda wanting to marry at heart.), and they had theorist, and only kid a year later at 20, Pony did still go to college by that time, it was his last year for a bachelors since he started at 17, due to skipping a grade, he’d got a decent amount writing for Newspapers and journalism and all that jazz, Cathy was in her second year getting a degree in education. Pony spend a big chunk of time taking care of their daughter so did Cathy, both wanted to do it with minimal help, they did end using Darry’s offers quiet alot in the end until Pony finsihed his last year. Their daughter’s name was Clementine. And god, she looked EXACTLY like Ponyboy, Cathy had joked about how she was jealous since she was like a mini-me of him.

And then….JINGLE JANGLE STEVEPOP!!! OOOOO YOU’RE FAV!!!!

Steve had cowboy with Evie at 20, things had gotten decently rough by then in their relationship and they broke it off. A year later Sodapop most recent short-term girlfriend had a baby, ACTUALLY his this time, Chevrolet. They’d broken it off, right after though. Evie did see Cowboy sometimes, Sodas girlfriend kinda just didn’t care. They’d sorta decided to raise them together as brothers, give them sorta two parents in a way “just as friends!!” Sure guys…(they both did not feel like just friends.), obviously it was a trick explains what it TOTALLY wasn’t gay to all the teachers or daycare workers. Mostly it was to convince themselves. Anyways, Urgh they were actually babies, Chevrolet was a PURE daddy’s girl to Soda, and Soda LOVED it. He loved her more the the world. Same with Cowboy, but it was though cus Steve didn’t have a good relationship with his own father. Darry visited sometimes.

Darry didn’t have any kids, he didn’t want any. Not after taking care of Pony and even if only for four years, four years was too much for him to want to do it all again willingly. He didn’t mind watching the others kids though. He still had even if still just a brother, the parental almost, overwhelming worry out of Ponyboy. And his undying love for both him and Soda.

Twobit and Marcia got married at 22, and had their kid, Minnie. It was good, happy, Twobit had stopped drinking as much due to Marcia and his daughter now. They did end up having a kid a few years later called Mikey, Twobit had watched them while Marcie worked. He was the happiest ever….

Heh…..I also have lots of angst for some of them but….heh……I’m jingling that over you’re head

i kept forgetting to reply to this because i just kept reading it over and wailing and sobbing and losing it but here i am looking at my inbox and emptying it

grabs at the jingles and jangles GRGAGRGRHHH

this is such good food grease I'm absolutely eating everything also CATHY MENTION ?!!

steve & soda both having kids and raising them together is the most yuricoded thing I've ever seen a yaoi ship do /vpos

absolutely obsessed with this au already and i NEED that angst right NEOW 💥

(take ur time to cook of course mootie)