#myrah and link

[legendofmorons]

To build a family (1/?)

Hi, this is about 7k words where Myrah comes in and reminds her boys what safety is. Time gets a hug, Warriors gets some sympathy, and Wind gets some encouragement.

Rating: T

Summary: Wild brings the chain to meet his best friend, but oddly enough, he isn't the only one who knows Myrah.

Warnings: Hylia salt, cursing

Other: If I missed anything, let me know. While I'll definitely post more, don't expect frequent updates.

"You seem excited to see whoever is here." Warriors smirks at Wild.

Wild just grins. "She's the best.

The group stands behind Wild, assembled before a two story house painted pastel orange.

The door is dark wood, the gerudo symbol carved into the door with flowers around it.

There's flower beds by the door and a little fenced off garden to the side. The flowers that grow are daffodils, violets, and poppies.

"Oh really?" Wind grins, "I think Tetra might be better.

Wild laughs, "Whatever you say."

The champion knocks on the door heavily, as if the wood has inconvenienced him personally. He's practically bouncing on his toes.

Shuffling can be heard inside.

There's the sound of someone muttering, too.

The door opens to a gerudo woman of a little more than seven feet. She has her hair tied back in a bandanna that's the same cornflower blue of Wild's shirt.

Warriors, Wind, and Time all choke on a gasp. The trio can't look away from the woman.

"Myr!" Wild grins up at her as he opens his arms up for her.

The woman gasps, scooping Wild into a hug, pressing their foreheads together.

She stands there a moment, just holding the champion.

"Link, you're back." She breathes out revrently. She sounds so relieved.

She holds the man in her arms like he's precious, supporting him easily as she soaks in his presence. Her shoulders loosen as she breathes.

"I'm back." Wild agrees as he melts into her hold.

He presses his forehead against hers a little harder for a moment.

She smiles softly, pulling away from him to press a kiss to his forehead. "You're such an asshole, I was so worried!"

Wild laughs. "I'm sorry!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm sure you are." Myrah says as she sets him down. She flicks his forehead playfully, "If you don't stop scaring me, I'm going to have to hide all your goron spice, Trouble."

Wild laughs as the nickname sinks into his heart and proves he's home. Then he smiles, grabbing her hand when it flicks him. He's beaming up at her. "I brought friends."

"Well, if they're friends of yours, I'm sure -" Myrah starts, raising her gaze to look at the group of men but falling silent as her eyes widen.

Her mouth opens, and then closes. She looks at a genuine loss for words.

Wild frowns, following her gaze to see Warriors and Wind. The two heroes look equally shocked.

Time stands behind the two, both of his eyes open for once.

She makes a punched out sound somewhere between shock and grief.

Wild turns back to Myrah. He frowns, tugging at her hand, "Myrah?"

Myrah blinks, then looks at him. She swallows. "I- Link, do you know who they are?"

"Yes. . . Do - you?" Wild asks with flitting eyes.

"I- yes. Yes, of course I know them." Myrah says softly, looking back to Warriors and Wind.

"You do?"

"Yes." Myrah says. She smiles softer as she wipes her hands on her trousers.

"You cut your hair." Wind says finally, voice breaking whatever spell is on Myrah.

"You got taller." She laughs wetly, "You've been eating vegetables then?"

Wind laughs carelessly, running forwards and jumping at her with his arms out. "Enough with the vegetables!"

Myrah catches the teen in a hug as if she's done this before many times. She's laughing again as she holds the youngest close. Her hand rubs the teens back a little, brushing up and down lazily.

"How's your family, sea pup?"

"They're okay. Granny loved that bass skewer you taught me, and Aryll will be so jealous." Wind declares as he hugs her.

She grins at him, eyes warm. "I'll have to let you raid my collection, won't I?"

The teen gasps, legs kicking in excitement. "Yes!"

She sets him down before ruffling his curls. "It's good to see you again, sailor."

"It's good to see you, princess." He shoots back easily.

She snorts, flicking his nose lightly. "Not a princess."

"Whatever you say." Wind grins up at her.

The teen can't help the way he bounces. He's missed her, and now she's here!

She gives a soft, indulgent smile to the boy, something like smore's when the campfire sings.

She looks to Warriors next, cataloging the eye bags and the too pale skin. She gives a smile to him, opening her arms, "You aren't going to say hello, Cap?"

Warriors scoffs, but he does walk over. He stands with his shoulders set and his chin high until he steps into her arms.

Myrah pulls the captain into a hug, bending down to one knee. She sets a hand on his back, rubbing it as the other cradles the back of his head.

"Hello, captain."

"Myrah." Warriors says as he wraps his arms around her. "You look- good."

She snorts, "Thanks."

He clutches her tighter, melting into her as he shakes. "It's good to see you."

She returns the tighter hold, a steady presence as she lets the captain rest. She holds him up, just as he knows she will.

She still smells like cloves and sun, just like she always has. The smell of his friend settles something in his heart that he hasn't recognize as out of place until now.

"It's good to see you, Cap. You don't know how long I've spent wondering what you've been up to."

Her voice sounds wistful in ways someone who looks twenty-one at most shouldn't.

The captain laughs as he blinks away tears. "I've been a hero, princess."

"Hero." She says softer, bitter really. "And when will you get rest?"

"When it's deemed."

"Wrong." Myrah says as she leans back, letting him go. She sets him with a look she perfected decades ago, "You will get rest tonight."

"Myrah-" Warriors says with wide eyes.

"Ah, none of that. You're all staying with me tonight. I'll feed you, and you'll sleep." She informs in a tone that makes it clear she won't tolerate his lack of rest.

Warriors laughs, letting his head fall against her collar bone. "Bossy."

"So I've heard." She smiles, rubbing his back again in little circles. Her hand is a familiar weight on him, a reassurance he's sorely missed.

Warriors snorts as he steps back, straightening up again. "Seriously, it's good to see you."

"It's good to see you too."

"Wait- how do you know them?" Wild asks as he looks between the three.

Myrah looks to him, fondness all but dripping off her. "I fought in the war of eras with them. It's- not something I talk about often... It's been a very long time for me."

"You look the same, though?" Wind frowns.

"That's the magic." Myrah says with awkward finger guns that she only pulls out when she's glossing over things. "I'll tell you about it later if you like, Link. But basically, I got pulled into a different time to help out."

"Okay." Wild says, looking a little confused.

But really, Myrah has done so much. Why wouldn't she have met past heroes?

Either way, Wild knows her. He trusts her even if she isn't saying everything just yet.

Myrah stands back up, looking over the group.

She notes the man with the pelt, the pink haired man, the man with the master sword, the shortest, and the man with brown curls.

Her gaze stops on the tall, bulky, armored man with the firece deity markings on half his face and only one eye open. She can't place him, but she knows the markings.

She feels a deep empathy at the markings. How many times would you have to use the mask to be marked so?

Who is he?

She remembers wearing the mask herself, how overwhelming it gets. How terrifying coming back is.

She remembers watching the boys with it, too...

The man shifts a little, side to side just barely. Were she not used to watching for such things, she would have missed it.

She knows that slight shift, though. A nervous tick from the boy with the too big sword and a mask.

That's her boy right there under all the armor and age. That's the boy she bundled up in her cloak on cold nights while she sang.

That's the boy with too many years in his eyes but a smile like the moon.

"Seedling?" Myrah croaks in a shaking voice.

The man - the boy she once called Mask and Seedling - nods weakly.

He stands older than she remembers, taller and bulkier with the new face markings. He has one less eye he uses.

He's - alive though.

He's here now, against all odds he is here.

His gaze is haunted in ways she recognizes and ways she dosen’t.

Myrah walks past the others and right to him. She moves with a far away kind of purpose.

She stops before him, searching his form for injury.

She sets both hands on his shoulders, looking at him with the same soft look she always gives him. "You're so big now, kiventa."

"You- you're here." The man croaks with a voice that dosen’t match his build. He sounds small again.

He feels small again, having to look up at someone is- uncommon these days.

Looking up at her is familiar though, a pillar of his second childhood stands here near unchanged. (And yet changed irrevocably in ways he can only guess.)

She smiles soft and cracking. "I am so, so, so proud of you, Link."

The man swallows hard, blinking back tears. He shouldn't be so affected by this

But her eyes echo his, older than she looks.

"Thank you."

Myrah pulls him into a tight hug, resting her chin atop his hair. She presses him in close, wrapping him up in her arms and presence.

She tucks his form into her own, enveloping him effortlessly.

Oh.

Time- Time has missed the feeling of being held by someone bigger than him. The sense of security that comes from being held by someone bigger and stronger than you but kind to you anyway.

"I missed you, Seedling."

"I don't think you can call me that anymore."

"Hm, no, you're too tall." She agrees.

"I'm older, too."

"I'm sure I'm still older than you, Sapling."

"Really?" He laughs, hugging her tighter.

"Would you prefer menace? Holy terror? Perhaps I could call you little rascal." Her voice is still weak but there is affection dripping from her words.

Time laughs again, stepping out of her hold and looking up at her. "It's been a long time, Myrah."

"It really has been. You'll have to catch me up. All three of you will."

"I think we can do that." Time says.

Myrah nods softly. "Good."

"You said you're going to feed us?"

"Yes, of course. Do you have a request?"

"Can you make that radish stew?" Time asks with a hopeful shine in his eye.

"Of course I can." Myrah says, ruffling the man's hair as if he were still as he once was. As if he dosen’t look old enough to possibly have a child the age he was physically when they met.

She ruffles his hair as if no time has passed.

"Thank you." He says, leaning into the touch.

She nods, "Any time."

Myrah makes her way back to Wild before she sinks to stand on her knees and gather the champion into a hug. She holds him close and presses their foreheads together again. "I'm so glad you're safe. I'm glad you're traveling with th. They're good boys."

"I- know." Wild says. "I know they are."

She hums once. "Thank you, for bringing my boys back to me."

"I- you're welcome?"

She smiles softly, pressing a kiss to Wild's forehead. "I'm so glad you're safe, Link."

"I am too."

"Why don't you take your friends to Cotera? I'll start dinner."

"Okay." Wild says, hesitating.

He looks between Myrah and the others. The idea of leaving her side so soon is... not his favorite, but they could all use some healing

"I could help." Warriors offers quickly.

"If you like." Myrah says. "When you're done at the fountain you come on back . You can bathe. Or rest."

Wild nods. "Okay."

Myrah hums, sending Wild and the group off before leading Warriorrs inside.

Warrior looks around the hou, e finding dark wood floors and furniture with sunshine yellow walls.

There's a wall of portraits and pictures, some of which Wild is in some of which are people he dosen’t recognize and some of which are just landscapes.

The home smells like cloves, citrus, and campfires.

The couch and love seat are dark wood with olive upholstery.

"Your house is lovely." Warriors says as he follows her in.

"Thank you, I built it." She says, going to the left towards the kitchen.

"You did?"

"Yes." She says easily, pulling radishes from a cupboard with other root vegetables. "Callie, Astra, Ben, and Arie finally convinced me about fifty years ago."

"Fifty- Myrah you're only nineteen. Twenty tops."

Myrah turns, smiling. "I'm a hundred twenty-two next month."

"You haven't aged a day since I last saw you." He says as he raises ome brow.

"I haven't aged a day since I magically tied my ag Linnk."

"Your Link was... dead."

"He was. Then he woke up and kicked ass last year."

"Last year- watt Wild is your Link?"

"You call him Wild?" She asks with a smile, "That's amazing."

"You- I have so many questions."

"Wash vegetables, and I'll answer."

"Wild was dead?"

"Yes. He dosen’t like to talk about it."

"You're really a hundred twenty-two?"

"Next month."

"How?"

"I was... not okay after... everything that happened. In my grief, I tied my age to Wild's. They said he'd come back, and I was so scared I'd be forty, and my best friend would still be seventeen."

"Oh... Myrah- That's - "

"It wasn't the smartest move. But... I got to watch the people I love have families, and I got to watch out for my nieces, nephews, and cousins."

"I'm sorry. Living that long..." He trails off. The very idea of it seems foreign and cruel.

"I'm not. I was able to be here to help Wild. I was able to be his friend, I never expected him to be the hero before being himself."

"I know. You were the same with us." Warriors breathes out with a warmth he hasn't felt in a while.

The weight if his title never feels as heavy when he's beside her.

"I promised myself I'd make sure you three lived through the war, you know." She says with a far away look.

"I- I'm not surprised." Warriors admits trying to ignore the bittersweet ache of his heart.

"Mask is so big." Shs breathes out after a moment. Some sort of pride in her tone.

"He's still evil."

She laughs, throwing her head back with the sound. "I bet he is. Little shit hid my shoelaces every morning for a week!"

"Oh my Goddess, and then he went and got Proxi to help him move all the tables an inch to the left!" Warriors commiserate.

"Remember when you had to bathe him in the fiuntain?"

"Ugh, don't remind me." Warriors groans.

"You know I had to dunk him in a river a few times after one battle. Where did Sailor even get all those birds?"

"I don't know." Warriors sighs.

Myrah shrugs, "Not the most birds I've seen set on the enemy bur strange."

"Not the most - explain."

"Hm- oh well, Link, Callie, Arie, and I were protesting our bedtime, and we set all the neighborhood birds on the adults. Needless to say... we weren't successful." Myrah laughs.

Warriors groans, setting down the washed vegetables. "Oh Golden Three... You and Wild are a nightmare on the battlefield, aren't you?"

Myrah gives a sharp smile. "Deadly."

"You're a nightmare, you know that?"

"I know." She smiles.

They cook, catching up a little and reminiscing some too. They move around each other easily.

Myrah tells him about Riju, Teba, and Tulin while Warriors tells her about Linkle and the chain.

By the time Wild brings the others back in the soup in on the fire.

Wild sides up to her easily, leaning into her side. "Hey, Myr."

"Hello, Trouble." She smiles, pulling him close.

"The radish stew?"

"Sapling asked so nicely."

"It's good." Wild smiles up at her. "I miss your food. It's never the same when I make it."

She sighs fondly, "Well then it's good I'm cooking tonight, hm?"

"Very."

"Go on, I'll be there in a minute and you can introduce me to the others."

Wild goes off to the living room.

"You're close." Warriors says.

Myrah smiles soft and warm. "We are."

"You deserve someone like him, who makes you happy."

"You deserve that too, if you want it." She says, eyes warm and honey gold as she speaks. "You're one of the best men I know, Captain."

"Sap." He accuses.

She smiles, shaking her head before she goes to her living room.

Introductions are easy, Myrah knows about half of them anyway. She's just happy to meet the people taking care of Link... and her boys.

Oh, it's strange to think her boys are all here.

It's nice.

She's missed them.

Myrah is easily dragged into letting Wind point at things on the picture wall to demand stories. She's got so many stories.

She tells them about Urbosa and how her avanta used to braid her hair.

She tells them about the story behind Wild and a crash while shield surfing.

"Who's this?" Wind asks, pointing to a faded picture of Revali.

"That is my ex fiance." Myrah says, "Revali, the rito champion and pilot of Vah Medoh."

"Oh, that's Revali?" Wind asks.

The teen knows a little about the rito champion. He knows he was an archer of sorts.

"Yes. He was quite the personality." She says fondly.

Wild snorts and rolls his eyes. "He was a jerk."

"He was my jerk." Myrah shrugs easily, nudging her friend.

Wild just sticks his tounge out at her earning a gentle flick to the ear.

"Who's that?" Wind asks as he points to a picture with a young hylian couple.

"Those are Lucy and Ben, my niece and nephew. They're much older now." Myrah waves off playfully, "We can't all age like Purah."

Wild laughs, leaning against Twilight.

Wind gasps as he comes to an old picture, one faded with age and kept in a corner.

"You still have this?" The teen asks.

Myrah furrows her brows, standing to come look.

The picture is one Wind took, during the war of eras.

In it Myrah has Wind and a much younger Time on her shoulders while Warriors is in front of her. They all smile up at the pictobox Wind is using to take the picture.

That day had been one of the better days, a major victory with dew injuries to their little group.

"Of course I do." Myrah smiles softer.

She traces the photo with her finger gently.

"It looks - so old. Myrah... what happened?"

"Time passed." She shrugs half heartedly. "Decades. I've always been a bit sentimental, though... How could I get rid of that picture? It's my boys, happy and safe."

"Your boys?" Wind asks.

She smiles softer, saffer, "Of course. I always thought of you as family. I've missed you everyday, sailor."

"Sap!" Wind laughs, as if he dosen’t have misty eyes.

He ignores the way he wants to preen.

"You just saw my picture wall, I think everyone knows I'm a sap." Myrah laughs as she ruffles the boy's hair.

"You really are, princess." Warriors calls from the floor where he eats the stew.

"Again, not a princess." She sighs, sounding as if she knows it won't make a difference but that it is still part of some script.

"Sure." Time says. "Just the chief to be."

"No, I- please don't remind me." Myrah groans.

"Aw, Myr, it's okay." Wild grins, "You're always going to be my giant gremlin."

"Thank you." Myrah says as she flashes him a smile.

"Wait." Warriors says, "Wait just a second!"

"What?" Hyrule asks.

"You!" Warriors snaps as he points to Wild with a glare.

A realization has crept up on the captain's and he now has quite the bone to pick.

"Me?"

"You!" Wind gasps, pointing to the champion in realization.

"What?"

"You're Myrah's Link! You broke her heart! Do you know how broken her heart was when we met?!" Warriors demands.

The captain pushes to his feet, glaring. He crosses his arms darklym

"Woah- Hey, Wars, it's not important." Myrah cuts in.

"Yes it is!" Wind protests.

"Boys." Myrah warns in the same voice she uses for Riju.

"No, Myrah stop." Wind huffs. "Wild broke your heart!"

"That's not his fault. No one is responsible for my heart bur me." She says.

"She has a point." Time says, as if he didn't spend hours planning revenge for whoever upset his small family back then.

"I- Myrah when did you meet them?" Wild asks finally. The real question is only obvious to her.

It's not when, but at what age.

At what point in her grief did she find herself torn from home?

How old was she when she met the boys with the too big destiny?

"I was twenty... about a year after - everything." She says while she looks at the floor, then she gives a soft laugh. "I found another boy turned soilder with a too big destiny and too many critics. What was I supposed to do, leave?"

"Myrah..." Warriors swallows.

"Then Mask showed up, and Sailor. They were terrors in battle." She sounds so fond it hurts.

"You say that like you weren't a terror yoursel. Two swords and a vicious laugh." Time says fondly.

"Two?" Wild echoes.

"I wasn't doing well. Stopped carrying shields and started dual wielding." Myrah shrugs. "You wouldn't believe how many eyes I draw with two scimitars and a grudge."

"Hylia." Wild breathes out, awe in his voice.

The image that comes to mind is quite the sight. He's seen her tear through enemies with nothing but her spite and a broom.

"Ha! If I drew her eyes, she'd have stepped up and helped." Myrah scoffs bitterly. "Hylia- how many days did I spend begged her for help?"

"Hylia isn't cruel." Sky cuts in.

Myrah turns her gaze to him, a startling coldness in her eyes. She's got no love lost on the goddess. "She has favorites, and I have never seen her aid them. You didn't watch the sword ruin lives."

"You leave the sword-"

"Fi is not the problem. Hylia is fickle and she tore my family piece by piece until I was left putting two girls back together in my own grief."

"That's not-..." Sky starts but he falls silent.

"I watched Zelda beg and cry and bleed for her blessing. I watched children fight her wars. Ask Fi how she feels about things today. Not the sword on your back, the one in the ground."

"You speak as if you know her."

"Don't I?" Myrah challenges.

Wild sighs, "Myr please. Hylia is a touchy subject-"

"Din's tits, Wild, you aren't defending her, are you?"

The expletive has a good majority of the room choking on their spit

Wind and Legend are amused though, the firmer laughing while the latter snorts.

"I- you can't talk that way." Four croaks.

"I can talk how I please." Myrah crosses her arms. "This is my house, and if one of the goddesses had a problem with me, I'd be dead."

"Oh, for the love of- We are not getting into this." Warriors sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

Myrah let's our a slow sigh, forcing tension from her shoulder. "Fine. I'm going to check on Impa. Wild, why don't you show your friends around the house and figure out sleeping?"

"I'll come." Time says. "If you don't mind."

Myrah softens and warms again quickly. All the ice around Hylia melts. "Of course you can, sapling."

"I'm older than you." Time huffs.

"No, you aren't." Warriors calls.

"She's twenty!"

"Hundred and twenty-two next month, try again sapling."

"You're going to call me that forever." He bemoans.

"No. One day, I will call you Little Oak." Myrah says fondly.

Time follows Myrah out, and he can't help but watch her. She looks unchanged, but her eyes carry the same, knowing weight his own bear.

Why did she have to end up like him? Older than her body?

They go to see Impa, and Time is left wondering if Myrah is older still than she said. How has she counted?

Instead, Myrah asks about his life and his marriage. She congratulates him

She steps seamlessly back into her old role despite the years.

When Time asks her about things, she answers, but she's just as quick to tease him about Malon.

"So... Wild?" Time asks. "Really?"

She smiles softly. "He's my best friend."

"I just... if I'd known you were waiting for him... we'd have come here last time we were in his world."

"There's no rush. You all have your duty."

"If I recall, you don't like our duty.

"Like it or not, it exists." Myrah says. "My outrage at all the children forced to bear it dosen’t change things."

"How... many heroes have you known, Myrah?"

"Fated heroes? Four. Each of them with a too big destiny and growing pains."

"Oh."

"We should go to the lost woods." Myrah says. "I think you deserve to -"

"The lost woods?"

"Yes. The Great Deku tree is there... You deserve to see him again."

"You- know where he is?"

"Of course. He watches over the master sword. He's a wise being. Tired."

"Oh. Myhrah... what do you know? How much do you carry?"

"That's not for you to worry over, Sapling." She says easily, the deflection nothing but reflex.

"You know too much... don't you?"

"I... know more than many and less than some." She answers softer.

She looks up at the sky then, "I have buried too many, learned too much... but you understand that, don't you?"

"I... do."

"You all walk a path that no one can follow. Try as I have - stubborn as I am... Having walked more of this path than any non hero... I still can't save any of you."

"That you would try is more than enough." He says, setting a hand on her shoulder.

Myrah laughs, wet and shaking. She turns to him with haunted eyes. "How could I not?"

"You... Oh Myrah..."

"Don't mourn me, Sapling. I am still alive." She chides. "Let's get you back. I still need to chat with Cotera. Did you speak to her?"

"Yes. She's nice. Lively."

"She's been a Goddess send." Myrah says softer. "She's a friend these days."

"So she said." Time smiles.

"You grew up so well, little one."

"Must be all the vegetables." Time snickers.

She laughs again, shaking her head. "Maybe it's Malon. There's a lot to be said for being loved and how it can nourish."

"You'd love her."

"I already do." Myrah promises gently, hip checking the man playfully.

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Morning comes with the smell of cooking breakfast.

Warriors wakes up to the sound of a voice singing. He hasn't her the voice in a good two years, but it's nice.

He wanders out of the guest room he shares with Wind and Time to go find Myrah.

He finds her in the kitchen, singing a song he taught her.

Her voice is the same warmth of home it has always been. How she can feel like home the moment they met and be so vicious in battle he dosen’t know.

He's grateful though.

"Morning." The captain says as he steps into the kitchen.

She turns. "Morning, Cap."

"No Wild?"

"Hes still sleeping. He needs it."

"He does. How'd you get him to sleep?"

"I stayed with him. He knows he's safe here."

"With you."

"Both. My home is rather difficult to find if you don't know where to look."

"Wild dies."

"You do too now." Myrah says.

"I'm sorry we have to take him again. . . Our fight isn't over." Warriors says.

He hates it.

He hates the idea of her losing her Link again. For... the umpteenth time.

He hates the idea of leaving her behind. Again.

He hates leaving the only person who seems to truly understand everything he's done.

"I know it isn't." Myrah says. "Don't apologize."

"But-"

"Oh! You think I'm not going to follow you." Myrah laughs as she wipes he dhands on a towel.

"You- what?"

"I'm coming with when you leave."

"Time said you could?"

"I didn't ask. I'm just coming with. Where my boys go, I'm following."

"Myrah it's dangerous!"

"Exactly! I'm not letting any of you go alone."

Warriors crosses his arms, staring the woman down as if he isn't much smaller. He stares her down like she isn't able to scruff him.

"Myrah, what do you think we're hunting? Do you think we can just take anyone with us?"

"I don't care what you're hunting, Wars. I don't care if you can take just any person. I'm coming with you."

"If you're only coming for Wild-"

"I am not." She cuts sharp and cold. "I am going because my boys are going. If it were only you, I would go. If it were only Time, I would go. I woukd follow just Wind."

"Wild is your-"

"Best friend, yes. But you are my brother, Warriors, wether you feel the same or not. You and Wind and Mask."

"Myrah-"

"I'm not done." Myrah says firmly. "You, Link, are my family and I am going to follow you as far as I can. Hero or destiny or whatever else be damned."

"You-" Warriors chokes.

His eyes tear up and he feels ridiculous.

The fact that Myrah is insistently on going because he's going- because any of them are is not surprising.

Warriors just... he's missed having someone so stubborn in caring for him as a person and not a hero.

Sure, the others care fir him but they don't- they aren't Myrah.

They aren't the woman who stayed up with him at the bar on bad nights.

They aren't the woman who supported his more vicious battle plans.

They aren't Myrah.

"I'm going, Warriors. And I'm going to sucker punch whatever you're chasing."

"Goddesses." Warriors laughs wetly.

The worst part is that he believes her. He knows she would absolutely sucker punch the shadow if given half a chance

Myrah softens immediately, pulling the man into a hug.

She's warm as she holds him. "I'll always come if you call, Wars. And I do mean you. I'll come for the others too, but if you call I'm there."

"You don't know how many times on this adventure I've wished to have you at our side. I got so used to having your aid back then..." Warriors laughs.

"Well, I'm here. You called, didn't you?"

"I wished."

"Same things."

"Sap."

"No, that's Sapling."

"Bossy."

She laughs, letting him go. "And a nag."

"A hag, maybe."

"I suppose." She smiles.

Warriors rolls his eyes. "What are ypu cooking?"

"Eggs. I'll make sure Wild stocks up on spice too. Oh- and that man is going to drink tea."

"Your mint tea?"

"Yes."

"It's a good tea."

"I'd tell Thea you say so but she's not around."

"Thea?"

"Alethea... My- aunt of sorts."

"Of sorts?"

"Later." Myrah waves off.

"Okay." Warriors says.

Myrah hums, "Sleep well?"

"I did."

"Good. You all need it."

"You're still a mother hen."

"Yes well... I-" She breaks into a sigh. "I'm good at it."

"Did you ever have children?" Warriors asks. "You're good with kids."

"Fuck no." Myrah snorts. "When would I have time?"

"Well... It'll be good to have you on our side."

"It'll be good to fight at your side. I've missed it." She says with a crooked grin.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I have. I missed softer moments with you guys more, but... I think you understand what it is to be raised for war."

"Don't I just."

Myrah smiles in that cracked way she's had as long as Warriors has known. Some sort of kinship weaves between them, both for the time they've spent together and the past they don't share.

Childhoods spent learning the art of war.

"Tea?" She offers.

"Only if it's that orange clove blend."

"Is there any other option for mornings we aren't hungover?"

"Only wrong ones."

She laughs again, far lighter than he remembers her being.

He supposes that makes sense. When they met it was during a war and she was still fresh in grief. She's had a long time to heal.

She sets about making tea for them both, pulling down mugs that have little engravings.

"Did you make these?"

Myrah smiles, shaking her head. "No. My nephew did. He had a way with clay."

"He did?"

"He made such beautiful pots. Unfortunately his daughter took after her grandmother and had some sort of grudge against pots."

"Oh?"

Myrah smiles. "It's a family trait."

"Do you hate pots?"

"No," she laughs, "At least not the way Arie and Lucy did."

"You should see Legend."

She laughs, setting the water to boil.

"Tell me, is a distaste for cucoos a triat if all heroes?"

"All but Twilight, Time, and Sky."

"Hm. I still think Wind setting all those birds lose was one if my favorite battle strategies."

Warriors breaks into laughter, shaking his head. "You always did encourage his chaos."

"Chaos is good sometimes." She shrugs.

"You're why Wild does weird shit, aren't you?"

"Actually that's all him."

"Of course."

Myrah sets about gathering more plates and mugs.

Warriors just watches.

"You still carry that flask?" Myrah asks.

Warriors groans. "I do want to hear about my problem-"

"I'm not judging you." Myrah cuts in, "I'm just asking because if you do I have something you might actually enjoy instead of that bitter rum."

"Oh."

"I'm not the person to chide you for that stuff, Wars. I'll watch out for you, back you up in bar fights, make you drink water too, bit I'm not going to lecture."

"I know." He says.

He does know. He knows because she's been at his side on his bad nights. He knows because when she tells him he's had enough there's no lecture.

He knows because when he gets hurt from it, she just picks him back up.

"Good."

"I... still have the flask."

"Well then, you'll have to try my nephew apple cinnamon moon shine." She offers.

"Is it good?"

"Yes. Safe enough too, won't make you blind."

"Good. Last think I need is a lecture cause I went blind."

"They worry."

"It doesn't make lectures fun."

"No. Bitter they care about you."

"Why can't they just accept it?!"

Myrah turns her gaze to him, the same look of hauning knowledge that Time has sits in her eyes. "Because it's hard to watch. Problems always seem easier to solve from the outside."

Warranty sighs heavily, leaning back against the counter. "When did you get so wise?"

"When I was suddenly the only one left truly fighting for hope and not survival."

"Damn."

She laughs, genuine amusement lacing the sound.

When the tea is ready Warriors takes it and finds it's just the way he likes, the perfect amount of sugar and cream.

"You remember how I take my tea?"

She just grins at him.

He smiles softly, something warm weaves through his ribs.

Myrah sips her own tea, turning back to making breakfast.

She starts on pancakes next, humming the same song Wild hums.

"Do you miss it?" Warriors asks.

She turns. "Miss what?"

"Fighting. You have a much calmer life here."

She laughs again. "Remind ne to tell you about my adventures later."

"Okay."

She moves around to grab some fruit too.

By the time breakfast is made and more tea has been steeped, the others are waking up.

Warriors sips his tea, watching as Legend stumbles in.

Myrah just passes the vet a mug and directs him to grab some food.

The others trickle in, Wind and Time both receiving an affectionate nickname and hair ruffle.

Wild comes in and is handed a pre-made plate and a mug of tea. He receives a soft look and extra fruit.

"So, ya know Time?" Twilight asks.

"I would hope so." Myrah says. "After everything, it'd be weird if I didn't."

"You love us." Wind says as he flicks a blueberry at the woman.

Myrah catches it before popping it in her mouth. "I'd about have to otherwise I'd have let you deal with Impa's lectures alone."

Warriors snorts. "You always bail them out."

"How could I ever leave my boys to get scolded?" Myrah gasps indignantly, "They were just babies!"

"I was not!" Wind protests.

"You still are, if I have a hundred years on you you're a baby."

"That makes everyone here a baby." Time says.

"Not me!" Wild grins as he holds his fork halfway up to his mouth.

"Not you." Myrah agrees, "But everyone else including Sapling."

Wind huffs, but he can't really be mad if Myrah is calling everyone babies including Time.

"Aw, chin up sailor, you're still a better fighter than most people I know."

"Of course I am!" The teen preens.

Warriors and Time share a look.

"I'm going to miss your food when we leave." Wild sighs, leaning against Myrah.

Warriors laughs, having already had this situation on his own end.

"You won't share cooking duties with me?" Myrah asks.

"Share- you aren't coming with us. Why would he need to ahare?" Hyrule frowns.

Time sighs heavily, something thick in his heart. "Myrah-"

"You're coming with us?!" Wind demands with a gasp.

Myrah just nods, taking another bite of food as if she just commented on the weather instead of signing up for yet another super dangerous adventure.

Time would like to shake her and her stubborn loyalty. She dosen’t have to get wrapped up in this!

"No." Wild says. "No you aren't."

"I am." Myrah says simply.

"You have people here, a life, you don't have to come." Wild says, setting aside his plate to fully turn.

"You have a life and people here too."

"Myrah!" Wild hisses, jabbing her arm. "You can't seriously think this is a good plan."

Myrah just stares down at him. "Do you actually think I would let any of you go alone?"

"Yes! It's not your job to save us!" Wild snaps. "Time tell her she isn't coming."

"Myrah," Time starts only to fall silent when her gaze is leveled at him.

She stares the old man down with the look all good oarents have, a silent dare to continue. Her gaze holds no anger, only disappointment and challenge.

"Time!" Wild groans.

"I'm coming with you, Wild. You know I'm not letting any of my boys go on some quest like this alone." She says.

"Fuck yeah!" Wind grins, giving a fist pump. "You're going to let me jump off you right?"

Warriors groans, "We don't use teammates like equipment."

Myrah opens her mouth but falls silent at the look Warriors sends her.

"We don't throw teammates like Frisbees." The captain says with a soul deep exhaustion.

"You, my good sir, are no fun." Myrah huffs with an eye roll.

"Yeah, Wars, lighten up." Wind says.

"If I knew your full name, I'd full name you right now, Myrah. Don't encourage them." Warriors hisses.

"Yeah, Myrah Audrey Kanashva, don't encourage us." Wild croons with a grin.

"Wow, just giving my name out, are we? I see how it is Link Fletcher Ward." She shoots back immediately.

"Your middle name is Fletcher?" Sky asks.

Wild shrugs, "Apparently."

"You say that like you aren't sure." Four frowns.

"Myrah probably knows my full name."

"That's- not something we're unpacking now." Time says.

"No, back up, how do you not know your name?" Wind blinks.

"It- didn't come up?" Wild offers.

Warranty just sighs.

"What do you mean it didn't come up?" Four gapes.

"When you're saving the world there's not time for that." Myrah waves off.

"Why do you know Myrah's full name but not your own?" Hyrule asks.

Wild shrugs.

"This just means I can full name your ass." Warriors says.

"I can scruff everyone here." Myrah fires back.

"Really? This again?" Time sighs.

"What can I say, it's the cat in me." Myrah grins sharply.

"Got that deer in me." Wild says.

"I don't like those implications." Twilight glares.

"Can we please just eat our breakfast?" Warriors gripes.

Hyrule, Wind, and Wild all laugh.

It's nice.

Things are looking up.

[s-wave-entertainment]

WHAM

HI. So like. Apparently GLITCH is unlisting some of the old promotional material for MD to declutter the channel, which is fair since I imagine the same must have happened to Meta Runner and Sunset Paradise once they concluded (not to mention the two new shows that are on the way alongside their ongoing one), but I was unreasonably distraught by this because something something neurodivergent queen. The trailer for Home is unironically my favorite because of how Genuinely Terrifying it is, and I was sad to see it go. Except, the channel who broke the news to me (unhelpfulcommentaryt, I believe is the name) also linked an archive of all of the old material that someone so lovingly put together. Massive W, I still have access to the trailer! So for old time's sake I decide to give it another watch, and-

Wait a second. Wait a goddamn second.

THE PICTURE IS RIPPED RIGHT BETWEEN N AND V.

THE PICTURE IS RIPPED. RIGHT BETWEEN N AND V.

"Ohhh but Myrah you're looking too far into iiiit that's just the middle of the picture calm doooowwnnn"

SHUT THE HELL YOUR MOUTH,

THE NIGHT OF THE MASSACRE WAS EXACTLY THE NIGHT WHEN THEIR RELATIONSHIP BEGAN TO EXPERIENCE STRAIN. THAT WAS EXACTLY WHERE THE RIFT BETWEEN THEM BEGAN AND EXACTLY THE NIGHT WHERE THEY STARTED TO GROW APART. And sure, maybe I am looking too far into it, but EVEN IF I AM, YOU CANNOT DENY THE FACT THAT I AM R I G H T -

[haydenigmatic]

Hanniel (HAYN-yell) Amlinger (Connell)

Meet Hanniel, acknowledged but illegitimate, his lineage bears both the prestige of a Duke's blood and the stigma of a bastard's birth. His journey weaves through the courtly dances of power and prejudice, guided by the shadows of his parentage.

His face and voice claim are none other than Henry Cavill of course.

Family Dynamics:

Duke Gerard- The Father

Hanniel holds a strong physical resemblance to him, for which he is favoured over his other half-siblings. However, the favouritism has strained the Duke's relationship with his legitimate children, especially Roderick, the heir.

Lady Myrah- The Loving Mother

His primary source of love and support. Lady Myrah shielded him from the harsh realities of courtly life, fostering a deep bond until her untimely demise.

Baron Matous - The Strict Grandfather

Strongly disapproves of Gerard for dishonouring his daughter. Initially distant from Hanniel due to the circumstances of his birth, but later provides support when his mother passes away.

Lord Rigel- The Understanding Uncle

Served as a mediator between Hanniel and his grandfather, providing a link to his maternal side.

Duchess Naraina - The Hostile Stepmother

Hanniel's stepmother, adds to the family tension. She holds animosity towards him and contributes to the hostile environment within the Connells.

Half-Siblings:

Roderick (Half-Brother, Older): Gerard's heir and the half-brother who feels the weight of his father's expectations. He harbours resentment toward Hanniel for being favoured and sees him as a possible threat to his inheritance.

Dreana (Half-Sister, Younger): The younger half-sister who, influenced by the family dynamics, shares the resentment towards him. Their relationship is strained, and she struggles to understand her father's preference.

Ulric (Half-Brother, Youngest): The youngest half-brother, caught in the tension between the older siblings and the family dynamics. Ulric is still impressionable, and his feelings toward Hanniel are influenced by the prevalent animosity.

Some details about him:

He possesses an exceptionally keen sense of smell. This heightened olfactory perception, though not widely known, allows him to discern subtle scents and detect changes in his surroundings, making him unusually aware of his environment.

Is renowned not only for his exceptional swordsmanship but also for his courtly manners, a juxtaposition to his internal struggle with the shame of his bastard status.

Despite his prowess in combat, often avoids bloodshed when possible, having a distaste for unnecessary violence.

Apart from his pet hawk, is an expert falconer, having trained various birds of prey.

Struggles with confidence issues, especially when interacting with those of higher social standing or women he finds attractive.

Takes meticulous care of his sword, meticulously polishing and maintaining it. The blade, a symbol of his prowess as a knight, holds sentimental value beyond its practical use.

is more active during the night. Whether it's training, reading, or reflecting, he finds a sense of peace and solitude in the quiet hours after sunset.

In childhood, struggled with a stutter, especially when overwhelmed or anxious. Though he overcame it with time, the occasional stutter reappears in moments of extreme emotion or when he's at a loss for words.

His deep connection with his mother shaped his values and ideals. Her death served as a catalyst for his determination to prove his worth.

Despite the familial discord, his father continues to provide for him through his uncle, ensuring Hanniel's well-being without his grandfather's knowledge.

Firmly believes in redemption and second chances, an ethos he carries both on the battlefield and in matters of the heart.

Shares a deep bond with Damon, considering him a close friend. Unlike the societal prejudices that often accompany bastards, Damon sees him as a true companion, transcending the labels imposed by noble birth.

[dulcewrites]

List of OCs

I was recently asked to list out all the ocs that I have so far. Some of them have been flesh out to written pieces, others are just ideas that I’ve mentioned briefly (and hope to maybe write fics about but that is up in the air). I will try to link to the pieces, as well as the asks tags. I will add to this as things go along.

I like doing little oc games with them so be on the look out for when I reblog the prompts. It’s the best way I can expland on these ocs, especially the ones I haven’t fully written for.

First I want to start with the ocs that I get asked the most about bc there is just more material on them or I plan on writing full length things for their character in the recent future:

Myrah Everlane: main of Finding Common Cause. Lower nobleborn woman from the Vale. Set in an au where Aegon becomes king and everyone lives. Myrah and Aemond do eventually get married and have children. Use tags: oc inspo: myrah, and fcc asks for her. I also have answered asks about a modern fcc universe. Use tags: modern fcc asks, oc inspo: modern Myrah, and modern fcc inspo

Cassandra Devereux: based off my finished fool me once fic (an Aemond x reader fic). This is an au where their family lives after the dance, making Aemond king, and Cassandra queen with their kids as princesses and princes. It’s their journey post losing everyone, and navigating running the realm. I write mainly short blurbs and such for them. Use tags: fmo k&q au, and oc inspo: Cassandra

Next are ocs that I have written one part for or they are just eventual ideas that I would like to expand on

Elysa: she is from Drowned in Love. My alys x oc x Aemond fic. She is a bastard born Tully. This happens towards the end of the dance. Both alys and Elysa have Aemond’s children. It is has three parts already but is paused at the moment. There is a drowned in love inspo tag and a dil asks tag

Edith: She is from Acquired Taste. An Aegon centric fic. I don’t have much on her, other than these fashion post I like making for my ocs. I planned on making a part 2 for this story but as of now, it is paused. There is a few posts that can be found in the acquired taste asks tag

Nina: my modern Royal oc. This is more an idea that would like to flesh out eventually. Also an oc with little info bc I haven’t said much about her. All I have is that she is an Epidemiologist that meets Aemond when he is visiting labs (post pandemic) for funding. Very much ‘commoner’ becomes a princess type of story. I also have a modern royalty inspo tag

Clarisse: greek life au. This was an idea I had for an oc x Aemond x daeron idea. Basically daeron likes clarisse who Aemond. Greek life au and inspo tag is where you can find stuff but is it sparse

Now this character technically isn’t an oc yet. She if my first Aegon x reader fic, set in the modern universe - one step forward two steps back. It is also paused, much like my other Aegon fic but if I ever were to continue it, I’d want to make her an oc named Ivy. You can look through osftsf asks

I’m gonna group Jocelyn Velaryon (formerly known as Laenora) and Wylla in the same one. These are two ocs I had around the same time. Jocelyn is the youngest daughter of corlys and rhaenys. Wylla is a northerner/warg. I really want to write a northerner oc eventually.

[digitalvishalsharma]

Top 5 Spa in Bandra

Introduction: Finding Stillness in Mumbai’s Most Vibrant Suburb

In a city that rarely sleeps, the need for wellness spaces that allow you to pause, breathe, and recharge has never been greater. Bandra, known for its cultural charm and fashionable energy, has also become a quiet leader in Mumbai’s wellness scene. Nestled between cafes, boutiques, and seafront promenades, some of the most tranquil spa experiences await. If you’re searching for a quality spa in Bandra, you’re in the right place.

This guide covers the top 5 spa in Bandra that go beyond surface-level pampering. These wellness spaces are known for delivering consistent, therapeutic, and results-driven spa treatments. Whether you’re a working professional, a fitness enthusiast, a parent juggling routines, or someone simply in need of peace, these spas offer a sanctuary within the chaos.

What Makes a Spa in Bandra West Truly Worth Visiting?

Before we explore the top 5, let’s understand what defines the best spa in Bandra West. A premium wellness space should combine ambiance, service, expertise, and attention to detail. Here are the essentials:

Clean, peaceful interiors that help the mind relax instantly

Skilled therapists who understand body dynamics and wellness goals

A range of therapies suited to modern stress—from deep tissue and aromatherapy to reflexology and Ayurvedic treatments

Personalized services for solo sessions, couples, and long-term wellness plans

Genuine reviews, return clients, and a consistent reputation

The spas featured in this list tick all these boxes and more.

Top 5 Spa in Bandra for a Transformative Experience

1. Moksham Spa – Authentic Healing in the Heart of Bandra

Moksham Spa has become a trusted destination for those seeking results, not just rituals. With a calming, well-balanced space and a focus on traditional Indian and Southeast Asian therapies, Moksham offers everything from back and shoulder relief to full-body restoration.

Why It’s #1:

Offers Ayurvedic therapies, Balinese massage, deep tissue, and more

Peaceful, spiritually inspired setting that immediately soothes your senses

Therapists are not just trained—they're attentive to individual needs

Frequently rated as the best spa in Bandra West for those looking for authentic, body-centered care

Best for: Professionals recovering from burnout, individuals with tension-related pain, and couples seeking serene rituals

Moksham Spa - Best Spa in Bandra West 2nd Floor, Santh Kutir, 18, Linking Rd, next to Vijay Sales, Bandra West, Mumbai, Maharashtra 400052 Get Direction: https://maps.app.goo.gl/kXqSzBvdoe51yNQF7

2. Myrah Spa – A Premium Experience Tailored to You

Myrah Spa stands apart for its luxury appeal and highly personalized approach to wellness. It is more than a spa—it is a private sanctuary. Every element of the experience, from the initial consultation to the selection of oils and techniques, is built around your personal goals.

What Makes It Unique:

Elite-level customization with advanced massage methods

Soundproof, private rooms for uninterrupted relaxation

Services include lymphatic detox, anti-anxiety rituals, and skin-enhancing treatments

Known as a top-tier choice for those searching for the best spa in Bandra

Best for: High-end wellness seekers, celebrities, and those looking to completely disconnect in a private, peaceful setting

3. Yuan Thai Spa – Rooted in Tradition, Focused on Results

If you want a true Thai massage that restores balance and improves flexibility, Yuan Thai Spa is the place to go. Their therapists are trained in traditional Thai methods, combining deep acupressure with assisted stretching.

Why It’s Ranked Among the Top:

Therapists specialize in pain relief, posture correction, and energy balancing

The minimalist Thai-inspired interiors provide a quiet, focused space

Offers traditional dry Thai massage, Thai oil massage, herbal compress therapies, and more

Known as one of the most consistent spa in Bandra West for therapeutic outcomes

Best for: Athletes, fitness enthusiasts, or anyone with chronic neck, back, or leg tension

4. Sea Salt Thai Spa – A Modern Space with Coastal Calm

This spa is perfect for those who want effective therapy without the distractions of unnecessary luxury. Sea Salt Thai Spa offers precise, results-oriented Thai and Balinese treatments in a fresh, ocean-themed environment.

Key Highlights:

Simple, functional, and deeply relaxing

Focuses on full-body circulation and muscle healing

Great for quick weekday sessions or post-gym recovery

Frequently shows up in local lists of best spa in Bandra for affordability and quality

Best for: Busy professionals, students, and those looking for accessible, clean, and skilled care

5. Eviana Spa – Where Stillness and Touch Create Magic

Eviana is for those who want to reconnect with stillness. Unlike louder, commercial spas, Eviana offers a quiet environment where each session is gentle, healing, and meditative. Therapists use essential oils, slow rhythms, and tailored pressure to address not only the body—but the emotional weight many of us carry.

Why It Deserves a Spot in the Top 5:

Deeply calming environment with a strong focus on relaxation therapy

Swedish massage, aromatherapy, reflexology, and detox plans available

Consistently praised for emotional release and quality of touch

Recognized as a rising star among spa in Bandra West for women and wellness-focused clients

Best for: First-timers, those recovering from stress or emotional fatigue, and anyone needing to slow down

Choosing the Right Spa for Your Needs

Every spa on this list offers something special. If you’re not sure where to begin, consider the following:

Moksham Spa is ideal for traditional therapies with long-term health benefits

Myrah Spa is where you go for indulgent, top-tier experiences

Yuan Thai Spa is your go-to for deep tissue and mobility-focused therapy

Sea Salt Thai Spa fits when time is short but healing is needed

Eviana Spa suits those who want to gently reconnect with peace and calm

No matter your goal—relaxation, recovery, connection, or detoxification—these names represent the best spa in Bandra West by delivering consistent quality, deep expertise, and peaceful environments.

Final Thoughts: Your Peace Is One Session Away

Living in Mumbai can be exhilarating—but it can also take a toll. Your body holds tension, your mind rarely slows down, and your energy is scattered. A visit to the right spa in Bandra can help you reset more than just your muscles—it can help you return to yourself.

In 2025, self-care isn’t a buzzword. It’s a necessity. These top 5 spa in Bandra are proof that wellness doesn’t need to be complicated—it just needs to be intentional.

[ash-soka]

oc asks - 33 and 44 ☕

33. Your shyest OC?

my ocs tend to run kind of... bold and obnoxious. a lot of them are from dnd or video games so they end up inheriting traits that i find fun to play. so, my shyest oc might not actually be considered that shy by other people? i've also shoved him into so many different settings over time, and each one obviously requires him to change somewhat, so he gets more or less shy depending on that too, but it's this guy:

(picrew by kaz, minor colour edits by me)

You can call him Jay, he's the red-head cousin of Myrah from the previous ask. he's not from anything or for anything, one of my few genuinely original characters, not for any sort of game.

Don't get me wrong, he can definitely be annoying (affectionate), just like the majority of my ocs, but i'm defining him as shyest because of how flustered he can get with his love interest, Rose. in almost every scenario i put him in he has trouble confessing his feelings to her, and will drop his theatrics to short circuit if she shows even a hint of interest in him.

he's a sweetie. before they're together he'd have an easier time putting his life on the line for Rose, than admitting he has a crush. i'm counting that as shyness because... that's the closest i have. i love him.

44. Something you like about your OCs in general?

i'm not sure if this counts as an answer but i like how much joy they bring into my life? i have so much fun talking about ocs with my friends, drawing my ocs, playing table top and video games as my ocs, making new ocs, making oc playlists, finding fashion references for my ocs, making my ocs in sims, etc, etc. i have such a great time doing all of that, i think that's what i love most about having so many ocs!

thank you for asking!!!! 💖💞💘💝

link to the oc questions, in case anyone else wants to send them!

i have 1, 2, and 24 sitting in my inbox though! i will get to them asap <3

[theevocatorsgild]

🪲 CHAPTER 5 🪲

I’ve been drawing those broody bois for so long that my poor ladies have been super neglected. Here’s my grunge queen Kris. She’s also here to announce that Chapter 5 of Edgar and Myrah’s short story is finally, finally up on Wattpad.

Please give it a read if you haven’t, every little interaction is greatly appreciated! You can find the link in my bio 📖

[starshineandbooks]

This Is part of the sidlink exchange ( @sidlinkgiftexchange ) and is for @naobara He seems awesome and I'm excited to give this to him!

Link paces, impatient as always, if better healed, he’s so close to getting to see Sidon again, but what if he doesn't like him anymore? What if he found someone else? What if the prince realizes Mipha’s death is all Link’s fault?

    “Are you done pacing?” Myrah asks, looking up from her scimitar she is cleaning, “I promise, he still loves you, the royal zora siblings have a very specific type, you.”

    Link turns to look at his friend, one of the few left from the before calamity times, she was frozen in time by magic, neither of them is too sure how, but their ages seem to be tied together with eachother’s and Zelda’s, and the trio seems to age more like Zora than hylians now.

    She raises a brow, gold eyes appraising him, different from the usually playful gaze she has.

    “I- what?”

    She snorts, “Come on, Link, you need to get ready, you need to finish collecting the stones.”

    “I guess.” He shifts, arms crossing as he blows hair out of his face to avoid making eye contact.

    “I’ll be with you, we’ll make a day of it, who gets more shiny rocks vs lizards oir something.”

    Myrah sets the blade down, standing up to her half hylian half gerudo glorious height of much taller than Link as she strides to him, hand settling on the hero’s shoulder with a comforting little tune she hums.

    He narrows his eyes at her.

    “Oh alright, we’ll spar too.”

    He smiles, “Good.”

    She shakes her head, then, “Come on, I have a surprise for you.”

    “You do?”

    “Yeah, I do.”

    Myrah stands her hair falling over her shoulder, he can see her gerudo half prominent in her face and hair.  She leads him through her house, and into a room he’s seen a few times but rarely is in.

    She stops then, “It’s okay if you don’t like it, or think it’s too much… I just- Here.”

    Myrah moves a sheet out of the way and Link stares, awed.

    Several things are there, a set of matching swords, one made for Link and the other for Sidon, obvious in the size. A set of voice and vai clothes, both for link. A painting, Sidon and Link dancing at a ball, both draped in fancy jewels. Several pieces of jewelry. And oddly enough, a small box wrapped in silk.

    “Go on,” Myrah smiles gently.

    Link steps forwards, finding the swords first, silver, with gold decorative vines on the hilt, pretty but functional. He tests the edge, sharp, dangerous. He tries the smaller sword, and finds it balanced perfectly for him, a one handed sword, the light glints off of it.

    “Where did you get all of this?” He asks.

    Myrah smiles softly, “The painting is Kaori and Zelda’s gift. I had Ashley in gerudo craft the jewelry, I enchanted them myself. The box is my own doing, and the clothes are things- My mother made them for you years ago. Likely before you remember.”

    Link gasps, “Your mother?”

    “We grew up close as siblings,” Myrah says, “She cared for you like her own.”

    “Oh.”

    “The zoran black smith made the swords, I designed them and enchanted the metal.”

    “You can enchant weapons and jewelry?”

    She laughs, gentle, and nods, “Of course, it was my aunt’s craft, and useful.”

    “Wow.”

    Link opens the box, and stares at the keys, identical, “What is this?”

    “I made you your own hidden, private home in the domain, for you and Sidon.”

    “You did?”

    She nods, “Of course.”

    “Myrah-”

    She smiles, “There’s- one more thing.”

    “What?”

    Myrah turns, grabbing something before handing it to Link, “Sidon asked me to give you this the day before you are reunited and married.”

    Link stares at the rolled up scroll, eyes a little wide.

    ‘My dear sapphire,

                    Without you I am miserable, even when you are only gone a week, I cannot imagine how this year has affected me, yet I doubt it has been easy for you either. You are truly my most prized companion, and should you for any reason wish to not be married, I hold no ill will.

    However, I am excited, because I know if you are reading this we’re almost guaranteed a marriage. I have missed you greatly, even if I have yet to separate this fatal year at the date of writing this, I know I ache for your embrace.

    I hope you are well, I know the princess will take care of you, your friends have never been too patient with your moods that l;ead to taking ill care of yourself. And if I know you, you are either staying near Zelda, or Myrah, likely both, and I know neither will hesitate to make you take care.

    Anyways, I am likely at my wits end, I find you make me better and without you I get- irritable. So, if when we reunite I seem off, I assure you I am fine.

    I know you are busy, just as you know I am. I love you more than all the stars in the sky, the fish in the sea, and the blades of grass you love.

    -Sidon’

    Link doesn't realize he’s crying until he feels the tears hit his hand.

    “Get dressed,” Myrah says, “We’re going on a trip.”

    -------

    It isn’t until Zelda is walking him down the aisle that Link finally breathes again, and the worst this is he has to keep in the proper role, he can’t just rush Sidon and tackle him into a hug, no, that would be ‘improper’, and ‘rude’, and ‘uncivilised’.

    Myrah gives him a little snap followed by a wave that he tunes back in.

    But Sidon’s blinding smile is enough to keep Link anchored, and he’s standing opposite his beloved prince quickly and yet not soon enough.

    And the ceremony is long, and boring, and Link really isn’t sure what’s said, too focused on Sidon.

    Sidon’s usual regal parephnelia is gone, instead it is still silver but it is all sapphire, and he wears his father’s headdress, with silk tied about his ankles, wrists, and wasit.

    Myrah elbows him sharply, “Link,” SHe hisses.

    “What- Oh, yes, I do.”

    Sidon laughs, and then he’s being picked up by SIdon, their foreheads pressed together, and then Myrah is breaking costumes by cheering scandalous things. Zelda smacks her.

    But Link doesn't care, not when he gets to kiss Sidon’s nose and be carried away gently by his prince, his husband now. 

    Husband! They’re married!

    Sidon holds him close, walking through the hidden halls, and he breathes deeply, saltwater and fish, but it smells good, home like even.

    “You’re here.” Sidon says.

    “Of course I am.” Link says, and it’s sincere, just like it should be, just what Sidon needs.

    “I love you. I was- well surely there were other things, people who caught your interest over the years.”

    “Never.”

    “I- Really?”

    “Never, Sidon. I missed you.”

    “I missed you too,” The prince whispers, nuzzling against Link’s face, smooth scales offering solace that had previously seemed miles away.

    “I can’t wait for a forever with you,” Link says, and he means it, he’s finally home. The Calamity is beaten, Zelda and Myrah are happy together, everyone is safe, the champion’s spirits are freed, and he’s in his husband’s arms.

    Everything is well.

    -------

    Link’s used to ridiculous things, okay? The wars of the goddess do that. And so does the fact that he married a shark puppy that’s ten foot tall and more muscled than anything or anyone else Link knows, and he’s best friends with several gerudo soldiers.

    But really, this, this has to take the cake.

    “You what?” Link asks, and it’s tiring.

    “I found this in the spring of courage.” Sidon says, holding up a golden sphere that is clearly a large zora egg.

    “Oh,” Link nods, because really, what else did he expect?

    “I think it’s for us!”

    Link just nods, and turns, leading Sidon to their chambers, and they are easy, setting the orb into a pool.

    “I wonder what they look like?”

    Link nods, of course Sidon wonders, he himself does too.

    So, they sit down, and really, what’s the worst that getting a child could do? They just, will lose sleep, and time. At least the child will be a Zoran, Link reasons, after all, they live longer.

   

    “What do we name them?” Sidon asks.

    Link tilts his head, unsure then, “Lymphina?”

    Sidon hums then, “Maybe.”

    And whatever made the strange egg see fit that it should hatch, as a small Zoran child begins shrieking, a guppy like shape.

    They both turn, and there is a guppy with golden scales to match Link’s hair, red fins like Sidon’s coloration, and striking blue eyes that almost seem to glow. A nurse shark then. Like Mipha had been, gorgeous.

    Sidon gasps, “Oh my goodness, Link!”

    Link nods, “She’s a beauty.”

    “She’s perfect!”

    “What about- Mipha?” Link asks quietly.

    Sidon chokes, “You- really?”

    Link nods, of course he is.

    “I love it. Mipha, she’s going to be as wonderful as her aunt!”

    Link laughs warmly, nodding, because this is wonderful. His beloved husband, and a daughter, his bestfriends ruling hyrule, everything is well. He is safe and so is his family.

    And the little golden guppy with her aunt’s name is going to grow up so loved.

[jabbajambler]

33

Human

The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x f!OC

Word Count: 2,623

*GIF by @the-swift-tricker​*

         Several more shots were fired through the glass at random. We all dove to find a safe hiding spot away from the blasts. We were all safe, but the client and the stormtroopers all laid dead on the ground.

         This certainly couldn't be the work of the Mandalorians, they would have relocated by now. No, this was someone else out to get us. But why their own cohorts?

         Once the firing slowed down to a stop, we snuck our way closer to the gaping hole in the wall to get a better view. The smoke cleared and standing in a straight line in front of the building were a series of stormtroopers, only these ones were covered in a black armor.

         Something I had yet to see before.

         "Four stormtroopers?" Cara ridiculed as a flurry of troopers unloaded and swarmed around the building. "This is bad."

         "Kuiil?" Din asked into the small com. "Are you back to the ship yet? Are you there? Do you copy?"

         "Yes." He confirmed through the link.

         "Are you back to the ship yet." Din asked again.

         "Not yet."

         "Get back to the ship and bail. Get the kid out of here. We're pinned down."

         I moved closer to Din, desperately grasping at his arm. "What if he doesn't-"

         "Don't talk like that."

         "But, if-"

          A large TIE fighter landed beside the building, the air rushing through the now open window as it settled on the ground. A sick feeling grew in my stomach once the hatch released and out climbed a man clad in black armor and a cape.

         It resembled the late Darth Vader, but not quite as intimidating. Nonetheless, his presence alone activated a fight or flight response in me. Somehow, I chose the secret third option: freeze.  I couldn't seem to move even if I tried.

         "You have something I want." He declared.

         Cara looked over at us, eyes wide and full of confusion. "Who's this guy?"

         "You may think you have some idea of what you are in possession of, but you do not." He resumed his dramatic speech.

         I snatched the com from Din, my hands shaking as I spoke into it. "Kuiil, are you back yet? They know we're here and it's only a matter of time before they know where you are." There was nothing. "Kuiil?"

         "In a few moments, they will be mine." His voice was low and menacing.

         "Kuiil? Kuiil, please!" I practically begged.

         "They mean more to me than you will ever know."

         "Are you there? Do you copy? You have to be there, please, Kuiil." My voice broke as I received no response.

         I glanced up to finally get a good look at the man before us, my eyes glazing over with tears. He grinned, a sick and twisted smile.

         No.

         It couldn't be. It can't be. He was dead, he was supposed to be, at least. The final shreds of the Empire were supposed to be obliterated yet here he stood; tall and proud like he knew what I was thinking.

         Cara looked around in a panic. "Is there another way out?"

         "No, that's it." Greef's tone was full of disappointment and sorrow as we hid.

         "Wait." I paused. "The sewers. Are there any entrances in here?"

         Greef's face scrunched up in disgust. "Sewers?"

         Din nodded. "The Mandalorians have a covert down in the sewers. If we can get down there, they can help us escape."

         "Yeah," Cara spoke breathlessly, "sewers are good."

         "Checking for access points." He scanned the area carefully through his visor.

         "What the hell are they waiting for?" Cara's anticipation was growing with every second. Honestly, mine was too.

         "Probably some big gun to intimidate us." I shrugged.

         Apparently I had spoken just a few seconds too soon.

         Just as I opened my mouth, they began carrying in the pieces to a large, mounted gun. It was familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.

         "Hold up." Her eyes widened and her voice became distant as she slumped against the wall. "They're setting up an E-Web."

         That's when it clicked. For all of us, I assume, but there was something else. I was overwhelmed with a sense of déjà vu. I had been in this situation before, I had felt this fear before. It was a dream - or, a vision, I guess.

         I didn't think it was possible, I didn't think it was real. This was all one big nightmare and soon, I would wake back up in Coruscant with no other worries but what I would show Din next.

         "It's over." Greef sighed.

         "I found the sewer vent." Din spoke up with a few words of hope.

         Cara's chest rose and fell faster than before, all of our anxiousness was out in the open. "Let's get the hell out of here."      

         We rushed over and pulled the cushion away from the wall. The vent was bolted tightly to the wall. We couldn't loosen it no matter what we tried.

         "It's assembled!" Greef warned. "How long until that thing's cleared?"

         "Let's blow it up." I breathed out with a shrug.

         Din shook his head. "I'm out of charges."

         "Get out of the way!" Cara urged and fired the large gun at the vent in attempt to destroy its integrity.

         Not even that could weaken it.

         "Your astute panic suggests that you understand your situation."

         The air had grown shallow. I couldn't breathe or think or-

         "I would prefer to avoid any further violence, and encourage a moment of consideration. Members of my escort have completed assembly of an E-Web heavy repeating blaster."

         I was going to be sick, I was sure of it. We were dead. Or, at least we were about to be.

         "If you are unfamiliar with this weapon, I am sure that Republican Shock Trooper Carasynthia Dune of Alderaan will advise you that she has witnessed many of her ranks vaporize mid-descent facing the predecessor of this particular model."

         And he was just going to keep going, taunting our death with his words.

         "Or perhaps the decommissioned Mandalorian hunter, Din Djarin, has heard the songs of the Siege of Mandalore, when gunships outfitted with similar ordnance laid waste to fields of Mandalorian recruits in The Night of a Thousand Tears."

         We were facing our end and yet we were stuck, unmoving and unwilling to do anything to fight it. There had to be something we could do. We can't just stand here and do nothing.

         "I'm sure the young Jedi, Myrah Koor, could also help you in knowing the fields of soldiers that have been eliminated during the Galactic Civil War. A war that she sat by and watched while her friends were eradicated without a strong enough defense that she could have provided."

         There was a sharp stinging pain in my eyes that I tried desperately to hold back. All of our secrets were laid out in front of us on display.

         "I advise disgraced Magistrate Greef Karge to search the wisdom of his years and urge you to law down your arms and come outside. The structure you are trapped in will be razed in short order and your storied lives will come to an unceremonious end."

         We sat in momentary silence as the words weighed down on us. Our lives, our secrets that we kept hidden away were out in the open and no one dared to speak up about it.

         Finally, Greef shouted back to the man. "What do you propose?"

         He grinned. "Reasonable negotiation."

         "What assurance do you offer?"

         "If you're asking if you can trust me, you cannot. Just as you betrayed our business arrangement, I would gladly break any promise and watch you die at my hand." He practically hissed through his teeth.

         "The assurance I give it this: I will act in my own self-interest, which at this time, involves your cooperation and benefit. I will give you until nightfall, and then I will have the E-Web cannon open fire." He spun with the flip of his cape and left for his fighter.

         I slumped against the wall, falling to the ground. Moff Gideon would pay for his crimes. I swore to that once and I will swear to it again. I would no longer live in fear of him or the Empire.

         Now I just had to figure out how to deal with the whole 'Jedi' thing.

         "I say we hear him out." Greef suggested, turning to look back at us.

         Cara moved back to hide behind the bar where the stormtroopers had fallen. "The minute we open that door, we're dead."

         "We're dead if we don't. At least out there, we've got a shot."

         Din crouched next to me, his shadow covering my body and blocking the light that hit my face from the window. Greef and Cara continued to argue while we simply sat in a heavy, somewhat awkward silence.

         "I'm sorry." I barely managed to whisper, wanting more than anything to wrap my arms around him and hold him tight. I wanted to tell him that I was wrong for keeping a secret but that everything would be alright.

         But I couldn't lie to him.

         I only hoped that he wasn't aware of what a Jedi was.

         "What about you, Mando?" Greef interrupted us, well, I guess there wasn't much to interrupt.

         "I know who he is." He sighed and rose to his feet. "It's Moff Gideon."

         "No." Cara refused. "Moff Gideon was executed for war crimes."

         "It's him. He knew my name."

         "So?" Greef shrugged as though it was something so simple. To us, it was, but not to him. "What does that prove?"

         "Only one person has spoken that name since I was a child." His helmet shifted back to my spot on the ground as I watched them talk.

         "On Mandalore?"

         "I was not born on Mandalore."

         "But you're a Mandalorian." For someone so wise, I was a bit surprised that he didn't know about the secrets to the group.

         Cara spoke up, surprisingly calm. "Mandalorian isn't a race."

         "It's a creed." I mumbled and pulled myself up from the ground. "More of a religion or group. You don't have to be born into it, you just have to respect their ways."

         "I was a foundling." Din carried on. "They raised me in the Fighting Corps. I was treated as one of their own. When I came of age, I was sworn to the Creed. The only record of my family name was in the registers of Mandalore. Moff Gideon was an ISB Officer during the purge. That's how I know it's him."

         "That's how he knows who we all are." Cara scoffed as she stood.

         "He says he needs us, which means the child got away safely. I was worried when the Ugnaught didn't respond, but if they'd captured the kid, we'd already be dead."

         "I wouldn't be so sure." I fiddled with the com in my hand, receiving nothing but silence. "Kuiil?" I asked into the mic. There was still nothing.

        Cara hid and held her gun close to her body. "They might have jammed the link."

         The com broke through with a static-y giggle, a happy, baby giggle, followed by a familiar robotic voice.

         "Kuiil has been terminated."

          Din ripped the com link from my hand, his voice harsh as he spoke. "What did you do?"

         "I am fulfilling my base function."

         "Which is?"

         "To nurse and protect."

         He grumbled and stuffed the communicator in his belt, replacing it for his blaster in his hand.

         "Din-" I tried.

         "Not now." He snapped. I felt a bit broken at the tone of his voice, but held my head high.

         Blaster fire filled the city, I could hear its sound echo off the walls as it slowly approached. A speeder bike flew by, carrying IG-11 and the child along with it.

         It jumped from the bike and began firing freely at the surrounding stormtroopers while protecting the child. Din looked over to Cara, holding his blaster high as he prepared himself.

         "Cover us."

         She threw herself onto the bar while we moved towards the door. Din stood still for a moment, just waiting to press the button to open the door.

         "Be careful." He whispered. "Please."

         He didn't give me even a moment to respond before the door slid open.  Without casting them a glance, he pushed down the barrel of the trooper's gun and fired a shot to his head. His foot landed firmly against another's chest and knocked him back while he shot down another.

         Greef pushed past me while I stood still for another second, taking it all in before diving head first like some people. The corners of my mouth twitched into a small grin despite my force against it. I would never get over watching him fight. He moved with grace and expertise in every battle.

         In a way, I envied him. In another way, I knew it was much more than that. An appreciation, I suppose.

         I stepped in and helped with the fight, using the staff at my hip to whack the troopers that gathered around the three of us. I managed to land a solid hit on one with my hand held out towards another. It dropped its weapon to the ground and choked on the air that was squeezed from its throat before I dropped its lifeless body back to the ground.

         Now that it was out in the open, I saw no harm in using a bit of the Force to help if needed. That's what it was there for, right?

         In the midst of tossing one of them against the stone wall, I heard the rapid fire of the E-Web behind me. Instantly, I ducked, fully expecting to feel its powerful blast, but once I saw Din standing behind the gun, I knew it would never come.

         I continued to assist in the fight, taking down any leftover wanderers that I could find. It still felt like there were far too many. We were severely outnumbered, but of course, we didn't know unless we fought. Besides, it never deterred us before.

         A shot echoed off of the beskar armor, my eyes quickly darting to its origin where Moff Gideon stood. He spun around and aimed the large machine towards him, but it seemed like Gideon's mind was elsewhere.

         "Din!" I shouted. "Look out!"

��        It was too late. I already felt the tension in my head as the ringing of the explosion filled my ears. He was tossed back from the blast, receiving a nasty blow to the head on his way towards the ground.

         "NO!" I screamed and ran to him as fast as I could, struggling to even lift his upper body off the ground. "Cara! Greef! Please!" I cried out.

          Cara rushed over and hauled him inside while we all slowly entered after her, making sure the door would lock behind us.  

         "Stay with me, buddy." She grunted as she set him down, hiding him behind the knocked over tables. "We're gonna get you out of here."

         I collapsed next to him, my fingers pushing past the fabric that surrounded him to search for his pulse. My heart was racing, all of my thoughts were clouded by him.

         He had to be safe, he had to be fine. We have been through worse, he would make it through this. My chest rose and fell rapidly as I struggled to keep my breathing steady. It felt like my lungs were collapsing in on themselves.

         Please.

                   Please be okay.

[skye-blacke]

1, 4, 7, 8, 9, 17

1. Do your Guardians have back stories? So I have like Nine Guardians due to burner accounts. But yes. My Primary three are: Hunter - Aedric Corvos- Awoken. Aedirc found himself risen in a nook under a cliffs edge. Opposite him where five dead bodies, all around a campfire. He doesnt remember what happened, maybe they were a group and they all died of starvation and the cold, or maybe he gunned them down and was gunned down in turn. It haunts him to this day. Travelling to the Tower he found people both welcoming and scornfall. And his journey was distracted by a mission of vengance. But thats a story for another day.

( I.D. A blue skinned man with orange eyes and black hair, obscured mostly by shadow bar the red tints of his armour) Titan-Aila-Human. The first thing Aila saw was a beautiful horrizion. The sun breaking over the sprawling glens, and bouncing off the water. From that day on she knew exactly what she was trying to protect. Her arrival at the tower was intersting, as she showed up during the Battle of the Twilight Gap. She fought her way to the city, trusty shotgun in her hand (The Heart of Olden Glory). From that point on she was frequently found wherever nature and people were.

( I.D. A young woman with a long side swept pixie cut, black eyeliner and lipstick. She’s clad in big thick blue and white armour with a fur collar, to her left floats her Ghost,a small red and white diamond with a purple eye.) Warlock-Jarek-Exo. Not his first name, not even his second. Jarek rejected the principles of numbering himself, and instead chose to change his name on each reboot. Although he doesnt know it, this is his 12th. The oldest of the three, he’s seen more and grown jaded as times gone on.

( I.D. A black and yellow Robot in a smart coat sits in a ship, his white eyes staring off camera, besides him is his Ghost, who is also black and yellow, shaped like a much larger diamond) (The rest will have shorter desciptions) Titan-Diva 5- Exo A kind soul who was found wandering after being newly ressurected by an equally kind man. Diva was taken in and this traveller helped him reach the city, though he himself never did. Diva wears a mark to remember him by.

( I.D. A wide eyed, white robot, with blue eyes and internal lightings and a red mark over his right eye like a splatter) Warlock-Madre 9- Exo. Ressurected in the city, she has never seen the outside of it. Instead she shuts herself away, helping others like Jarek learn what they can.

( I.D . A female robot, orange eyes and yellow internals. Her brown metal looks like its in a constant frown, with tightly bound lips. She has a silver line of paint down the centre of her face. ) Hunter-Myrah-Awoken. Reef born in Nature, Myrah is the youngest of my Guardians. A pathological flirt who prefers the bow to the gun. She’s bouncy and energetic, and a bit naive.

( I.D. A strong cheeked, young woman with purple side swept hair, blue skin and eyes, black lipstick, eyeline and two markings near her eyebrows. ) Warlock-Syril-Awoken. Syril was found by Myrah and the two formed a strong sibling bond. Much more reserved than his “Sister”, Syril likes to plot out every plan of attack and every action he can.

( I.D. A fairly square faced blue skinned man, with long black hair thats been styled up and to the left. He has cold white eyes.)  Finally we have Janus-8. An Exo who seems to have patched himself back together with parts from other Exos. A strange and eccentric man who spend more time in a cave than in the tower. Stories say his Ghost found him half eaten in an abandoned ship, revived him and he was forced to swim to shore, before patching himself together with another Exo.

( I.D. A robot who is mostly orange, including his right eye and internals, bar from a pair of closely linked grey lines down the middle of his face, and a patch of blue from his left eye to his chin. His left eye is also blue) 4. What is your favourite class? HUNTER BABY 7. Favourite armour?

(I.D A man with a pistol, in what looks like black boots and cargo jeans, with a birds feather tied to the belt. His chest is armoured with two red bolts on either side of his torso. His arms are played with bones, and his helmet is mostly plating bar from a single strip of blue around his eyes. Over it all he wears a black cloak with a red trim.) 8. Favourite weapon? Finally a short answer. I don’t have one. The weapons are catered to my individuals. So no favourites. 9. Favourite Exotic? Sealed Ahamkara grasps. They add so much mystery to Aedrics design. 17. What NPC is your favourite in the game?  As said before, Eris and Petra.

[legendofmorons]

Fierce Deity Myrah: *exsists*

Time, Wars, Wind: Oh not again- this always goes bad

Wild:... I'm conflicted.

Time: Why? It could kill her! She could become comatose or go mad!

Wild:.....

[noncanonlove]

Hey.! I want to be in the discord fic club..! I asked earlier.! please add me or send an invite, however it works. I am also a writer on ffnet BtW. Here my discord id.. myrah#1314

I’ve added you as a Discord friend, anon, but in case you see this first, here’s the link: https://discord.gg/wPm9VH

[choicesjulychallenge]

Choices July Challenge

This masterlist has been created for Day One of the Choices July Challenge...

Day One prompt: Home

Thank you all once again for taking part in this challenge! Please do let me know if any of the links are wrong or stop working. 

A Courtesan of Rome

Home (Antony x MC) written by @omgjasminesimone (Light NSFW)

America’s Most Eligible 

Home I’ll Never Be (Vince x Myrah) written by @lizeboredom

Big Sky Country

Home (Moodboard) created by @goldenxchoices 

Bloodbound

Anything Goes (Adrian x MC) written by @adrianadmirer

You are my Home (Adrian x MC) written by @kinda-iconic (part I)

You are my Home (Adrian x MC) written by @kinda-iconic (part II)

It Lives Beneath

Things said in the Aftermath (Parker x M!MC) written by @bubblygothzombie

Nightbound 

Unfamiliar Road (Katherine x M!MC) written by @rocket-scientist07

Open Heart 

Another Step: Chapter 1 (Rafael x MC) written by @maria-lahela (M Rating)

Home for the Holidays? (Bryce x MC) written by @argylemnwrites

Perfect Match

Home (Alana x F!MC) written by @strangerofbraidwood

Ride or Die

Home (Colt x MC) written by @coltsforeverdriver

The Elementalists

Character Icons (Edits) created by @itsbrindleybinch

The Royal Romance

Home (Drake x MC) written by @thefirstcourtesan

Home (Liam x MC) written by @darley1101

Wishful Thinking

Finding Home (Jaime x MC) written by @ladykateofhousebeaumont

[dulcewrites]

Do you think you’d be able to make a mini post on all ur oc’s and put it in your master list, if you have the time? I’m not sure if that makes sense… you have quite a few, so it would just be to quickly remember who each one is.

e.g

Myrah- fcc (finding common cause) in which Aemond falls in love with lowborn lady Myrah

Cassandra- Based off of fmo (fool me once) and whatever other info you think is important :)

Nina- …

Hope you are having a nice day!

I hope you have a nice day or night as well 🫶🏽

And yes, I can try and do that. Try to link the ask hashtags with them. It should be up today or tomorrow

[monster-or-man]

Monster or Man (working title) -Chapter 1

Hi all. So I’ve decided to post the first chapter of the first draft of my book that I’ve been working on for a long time. This is the first draft so it’s mostly just to get my ideas down, but I am looking for some feedback. If you enjoy it, please let me know. If you think there are improvements that need to be done, also let me know. Thanks!

She kept looking over her shoulder out of fear of being caught. What she was about to do would be considered treason, not only to the facility she was currently studying in but to the whole country. Dr Myrah Liang, in this place, her name wasn’t important, she was just one of many genetic scientists that were forced to work within these walls, however, soon she will be known all around the world. Thankfully, her outfit allowed her to blend in, the white long buttoned lab coat with the brown pants. It was the standard uniform for the genetic scientists, no one really batted an eye when   they witnessed her standing at one of the various metal doors in the long hall. Reaching into her front pocket, an ID card was presented and pressed against the security keypad, little whispers slipped through her bright red lips.              “Please, please, please.”               Genetic scientists only had level one access, which only really opened up most of the labs and research quarters. To her surprise, the little red light on the keypad turned green and a small click notified her that the door unlocked. The lights flickered to life as she entered the room, revealing cabinets as tall as the walls themselves. Jackpot. Closing the door slowly behind her, Dr Liang’s eyes stared in amazement before rushing over to one of the shelves. Her fingers flipped through the folders, she had to find something, something that could expose this whole operation. Each file was labelled;             December 17th 2001 – Afghanistan             December 18th 2011 – Iraq            March 16th 2004 -  Pakistan            April 27th 2018 – North Korea

          Grabbing each file folder, Dr Liang thought that this might be enough evidence to get the media to pounce onto the people running this hellhole. However, she grabbed one more file as as a precaution. It had no date and the folder itself was completely blank. The scientist was so engrossed in looking at the files, she failed to realize that a security camera had been recording the whole time. Her head poked up from the stacks of papers and she began shuffling out. The plan to look as normal as possible was completely chucked out of the window, she just wanted to get out of there quickly before anyone noticed what she was doing.

           Alarms echoed through the pearly white halls as the scientist bolted towards one of the many doors surrounding her. In her grasp were a stack grey coloured file folders, some of which had fallen out of her hands and onto the ground below. She didn’t bother stop and pick them up as the sound of heavy boots grew ever closer. With panicked breaths, the scientist slammed her body against the two large metal doors that separated her from her freedom. Her fist punched the enlarged elevator buttons but a voice stopped her dead in her tracks.

         “And what exactly do yae plan on doing with those?”

        That familiar Scottish accented, cold toned voice. She couldn’t help but swallow the lump of fear that built up in the back of her throat realising just exactly who was standing behind her. Much akin to a scared puppy, the woman’s head slowly turned, eyes widened and her body quaking. It was her boss, Dr Achim Lankanotvitch, dressed in a long black lab coat that was buttoned on his chest. His black short hair held was held together with enough wax that it looked like it could stab ones fingers if they were to touch it. The most eye catching feature which separated him from the rest of the scientists in the facility was the large metal arm that had completely replaced his normal limb. Large round glasses with reflective lenses covered his eyes, which made it difficult to read what emotion his face was portraying. However, judging by his straight posture and authoritative stance, he was not happy that this situation was occurring.           “Your operation has to end. Too many innocent people are dying!” She shouted with the files hugged to her chest.            “A shame really, I had such high hopes for yae.” Achim brushed off her statement, it meant nothing to him. “Leak those files and the whole world will spiral into a panic, wars will be started and a lot more lives will be lost.” He held out his blue gloved hand while his fingers twitched, demanding that she hand over the stack of papers.  A ding from the elevator rang through both of their ears causing both of their heads to twitch. The rouge scientist moved to the opening doors, hunched over the files so no more would fall.           “I’m going to put a stop to this, it’s time the world discovers your crime against humanity.” As soon as she said that, Achim almost leapt forward, attempting to grab her arm as she shuffled through the doors. He barely missed, but that didn’t stop the woman from hyperventilating in panic. She knew what would have happened if she got caught, a punishment so severe that she wouldn’t want to wish it upon anyone. Thankfully, getting to the elevator was the hardest part.              Achim remained in his spot as the elevator went up. His left eye was twitching from the sudden stress that washed over him. Behind, several heavily armed security came to a halt.                “Sir… someone is escaping with some sensitive material.” The scientist’s head turned slowly to face the soldier who spoke, his glare only darkened. “I KNOW!” That sudden outburst caused the entire facility around them to fall silent even the chatter from down the hall stopped. “Yae there… put him in the feeder… I need a drink.”             “No! No!” The other soldiers were quick to listen to their boss’s demand, wrapping their arms around him as they dragged him away. Achim on the other hand made his way back down the hall. Luckily his private office wasn’t too far away.

               As the boss walked down the hallway, his hands were linked behind his back. The Test Centre of Classified Somatology, usually known as the TCCS amongst the employees. Thirty years of blood, sweat and tears went into this place, sadly, for it’s creator, it had to remain hidden to the rest of the world. He approached his office slowly, nodding to the two soldiers who always stood guard at the door. They saluted back in a sign of respect as Achim entered. The room itself was large, but the office only took up a quarter of the space while the rest was used as living quarters for himself. In the right hand corner laid a messy double bed with the covers thrown over the side. Making his way to a large wooden cabinet, his metal fingers brushed against glass bottles, most of which were unopened bottles of whisky and wine, while others appeared to be almost empty.

             “Hitting the drink already? It’s not even five o’clock.” A woman spoke from the door, Achim didn’t even hear her come in. She was dressed similar to him, a black long lab coat, but unlike her boss, she kept hers unbuttoned.. Her striking white long hair bounced as she walked before she slapped another batch of files on his desk. Being a much much older woman, she had been apart of the facility for many years, almost the same amount of time as Achim. There was no surprise that she would soon find herself second in command.           “Leave me alone, I’ve had a rough day.” Achim snarked back at her comment while he poured himself a nice tall glass of Malt Scotch Whisky, the events from earlier today called for one of the more expensive drinks in his collection. “What’s this?”           “Paperwork for that soldier you sentenced to death. Come on, you know the drill.” Her nail pressed against the file folder, tapping it.           “Do you really need this right this second Karolinne?”          “Yes, and don’t call me that while we’re on the job… I don’t want the rest of the employees to start…” She retorted with a small huff, still standing her ground in front of his desk. “I heard about the rouge scientist… What are you going to do about her?”              Upon that question being asked, Achim stood up, whisky cup in hand as he made his way to the large window that was one of his walls. Behind the glass were fake trees, which rustled slightly as if something was moving. “It depends on how she plays her cards, if she goes to the media, we can shut it down before anybody gets a chance to see them. Head into parliament, she’d get shot on the spot. I’ll put out a nation wide warrant for her arrest.” Karolinne followed him, her eyes peering down to the area below. “I think you are being way to relaxed about this.” She looked at him before returning her gaze. “You under estimate her, don’t you?”

              “I’m surprised, you more than anybody should know how many people have tried to put a stop to my operation, what is it now? Five? Six?” Achim took another sip of his expensive whisky, not giving her the time of day. She had nothing but respect for him, so when he gave her the cold shoulder, she went silent on the subject.             “The president is going to get wind of this sooner or later.” Only then did the scientist react, shuffling in his spot ever so slightly but it was noticeable to her. On that note, Karolinne made her way to the door. “Get that paperwork done as soon as possible.”             No response. Achim had become lost in his own thoughts. The TCCS had so much potential, however layers of red tape had constricted his ideas and expanding his operation was not possible anymore. Trees rustled below him once more, snapping him out of his thoughts. He slowly walked back to his desk and basically flopped into his chair, starting his paperwork.

          Days had passed since the files were stolen, nothing had really come from it which was rather surprising to Achim. He half expected half of the world to be furious with him but it was all radio silence. The scientist was in his office, observing some of the security footage from that day, when his desk lit up. On the screen below his files, the face of the President himself showed up on the incoming call button.           Great.            He tapped the green answer square as if he was using a normal cell phone. Shortly after a holographic screen appeared in front of him with live feed from the Oval Office. “So nice to see yae mister President.” Achim attempted to clean his desk by just shoving papers back into the file folder, he’ll sort it later. The President of the United States, a man that held tremendous power over many countries around the globe. Personally, Achim felt like he was wasting it. There were so many missed opportunities that would have benefited the country greatly.             “Achim! Why are you killing your own men again!?” He didn’t flinch despite the fact that his boss was yelling at the top of his lungs, clearly furious at him. “First of all, don’t yell at me like that… secondly, that man was incompetent, if you would assign me some people that could in fact do their job, then I’d be more than happy not to send them to the pit.”                  That didn’t stop the president from still screaming his head off. “That’s no excuse! We have people asking questions!”                 Achim held his tongue. As much as he wanted to scream back at the top of his lungs about how that soldier decided to make the smart ass remark, he knew that it would only lead to more arguing. The president continued.                   “We have an investor interested in helping you fund your operations, she will be arriving in the next forty-eight hours, get your act together and make sure you’re ready to show her your best work.”                   That new piece of information really put Achim on edge. His stance shifted while his arms were suddenly crossed at the chest, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “An investor? I told yae… we were getting more orders coming in, people have been paying.”                    “We’re running out of money, even with their contributions. You and I both know that we cannot turn down any interested parties at this point.”

              The scientist rubbed his chin, disapproving by this sudden turn of events. “Fine, we will show her around.”                “Good, now don’t mess this up.” On that note, the screen shut off with a faint clicking sound. Achim moved from rubbing his chin to rubbing his temple.                 Karolinne stood on the side of his desk, she looked rather amused with her wide grin. “On days like this I’m kind of glad you’re the one that has to deal with him and not me.”                  “It’s not like I had a choice in the matter.” He sighed deeply, expelling the pent up rage that had been slowly boiling up to the surface. “Either way, I want this place in pristine condition, a little extra funding would go a long way.”                    “Yes sir.”

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