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[moss-in-my-shoes]

Working at a gas station

with Tim Wright

⭐️ headcanons ⭐️

✨X male reader✨

MDNI

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Pt 1 - the beginning

- When you met Tim, he was a very closed off man. You barely ever heard him speak, like he could only communicate through grunts and mumbled nonsense.

- Always glaring. It was a bit unsettling when you first started working at the gas station, but you got used to it fairly quickly. You learnt how to read him without using his expression, small ways he moved, gestured, etc.

- Tim is your favorite coworker. He does his job, doesn’t cause any unnecessary drama or trouble, and helps you when you ask for it.

- Starts having conversations with you about a month into you having the job.

- “Y’know Kyle?” “Yeah?” “Got Shelly pregnant and skipped town” “No fucking way.”

- It’s a 24 hour gas station and the both of you always stayed overnight together.

- He never lets you work counter, mainly because he’s older than you and knows how to deal with creeps/crazies.

- He also keeps an eye on where you are and where customers are, to make sure no one is harassing you.

- Makes lists for you to follow so you know exactly what’s expected of you that night.

- Let’s you play music over the speakers, but only after he approved your playlist.

- Flicks you in the back of the head if he ever catches you slacking off.

- You get into dumb fights with him over dumb shit. You had an entire 12 hour on and off fight about music and what made you a fan of certain bands and it was just a mess.

- You traded numbers with him the day he started talking to you. His name in your phone is “Big man” and your’s in his is “Little man” very cute matchy matchy.

- Tim always texts you if you’re late/dont show/call out. He’s a big worrier at heart and grows attached to you, so he’s going to make sure you’re alive and kicking.

- You get sick and come into work? He’s immediately sending you home. You refuse because you need the money? Well shit you’re in charge of sleeping in the back, very important job.

- Tim develops a crush on you first, you fall harder than he does.

- “Darlin’” “babe” “Hun” ya’ll aren’t even dating yet and he’s making you sputter and flush.

- “Big guy” “cutie” the only pet names you could think of, but it makes him blush all the same.

- Puts his hand on the small of your back whenever he stands next to you, especially as a comfort if you’re dealing with a rowdy customer.

- You and him eat the leftover food from the hot cases on your lunch breaks and talk shit about your other coworkers.

- Tim gets disappointed when he looks at the schedule and sees him scheduled without you.

- You have a whole moment about it because he makes working there bearable.

- You’re always touching each other, even before you start dating. Casual brushes in tight aisles, pats on the back after a long night, hands lightly touching while passing over the last cigarette of the night. Yknow.

- Tim always feels like his skin is on fire when he touches you, but in a good way he’s unfamiliar with. He just wants to keep touching you, but he’s got it solidified in his mind that’ll never happen.

- You’re both incredibly touch starved, but while he leans away because he’s insecure, you lean in because it feels good.

- Tim 100% has grabbed your hips and moved you manually. Left you a blushing and sputtering mess for at least a week.

- You lean over his shoulder when he’s sitting at the counter and read what he’s looking at on his phone. Then promptly get flicked in the nose.

- The first time he smiled at you, with the corner of his mouth turned up slightly, cigarette pinched between his teeth, eyes lighting up and crinkling for just a second. JESUS YOU COULD DIE HAPPY RIGHT THEN AND THERE.

- Your first kiss was a tragic accident.

- It was a horrific night, with a pipe in the kitchen area busting out of nowhere, so the two of you were rushing to get all of the stuff out of there so it didn’t get damaged. You were both soaked head to toe as you ran through the spray of water, dumping damp boxes into a pile in the middle of the store.

- You both turned a corner, you coming out and him coming in, crashing right into each other. You dropped what you’d been holding and he slipped on the water soaking the floor, falling right on top of you as one foot left the floor and the other tripped over the box you dropped.

- Tim’s mouth didn’t meld against your’s more than it crashed into your face. Noses bumping, teeth clacking, your head hit the floor, his knees cracked into the tile.

- Hands immediately flew to his nose and your’s flew to the back of your head, both of you groaning in pain.

- Reality hit and he immediately scrambled to get off you and help you up, red faced and wide-eyed.

- It took you a minute to realize what was happening with the ringing in your ears, but your face matched his when you got your head on right.

- The plumber showed up and you both sat outside on the curb, soaked, embarrassed, and aching.

“Yknow, I really wanted our first kiss to be more romantic.” Tim pulled a cigarette from his jeans, getting redder by the second.

“Me too.” You offered your lighter.

- You two shared a very proper kiss after that revelation. A lot less pain and a lot more actual lips on lips.

- His warm hand cupped your chin, pulling you closer as you scooted to be right next to him, gently rubbing his sore knee.

- He shut his eyes and pressed his mouth to your’s as you copied his motions, eyes shut and mouth molding into his.

- He broke away first to mumble against your lips, barely an inch apart, “Could I..take you out for dinner sometime?” You chuckled, “I’d love that.” And his mouth was immediately back on your’s.

- He made due on his proposition, taking you to a casual dinner at the local Italian place. It was nice to laugh over a shared medium sized pizza and breadsticks, dressed in semi-nice clothes for your date.

- Tim took you back to his place to watch a movie, then had to introduce you to his roommates.

- Brian embarrassed him almost immediately by going on about “oh! So you’re the cute new hire he’s been raving about!” While Jay and Alex chuckled in the background.

- They seemed very nice, but Tim didn’t let you guys linger past initial introductions, locking you and him in his bedroom with a heavy sigh, “please ignore everything he just said.”

- “Cute new hire huh?” Cue Tim’s pained groan.

- You won’t ever let him live that down haha.

- You guys date for about a year before shit hits the fan for you financially.

- Your dumbass roommate decided to ditch without any warning, so now you couldn’t afford rent.

- You confided in Tim like one does with their boyfriend and he offered to let you move in with him and his roommates. They’d been looking for someone to take Alex‘s place since he’d moved in with his girlfriend, Amy.

- You immediately said yes and started moving. You mixed in your things with their’s. Furniture was sold if you didn’t need it, your trinkets mixed with their’s on shelves, kitchenware placed in the same drawers, your laundry detergent making its home next to what they used.

- It was a nice, cute lil transition in your life.

- Jay was a bit awkward, but he was super nice and funny once you got to know him.

- Brian was a tease and a flirt, but never took it too far. He always knew how to make you feel good about yourself and smile.

- Tim and you finally got to share a bed and he requested that you two work the same shifts since you live together now.

- You’d both sleep all day, black out curtains drawn, then get up for work when the sun started to set.

- Whoever got up first would snooze the alarm clock and gently shake the other awake, you’d share a kiss, then go get ready.

- Saving on gas money by only taking one car to work.

- Never wondering if the other is okay if they called out.

- Talking about casual domestic things like needing to buy milk and reminding the other that it’s their turn to vacuum when you got home.

- Sharing chaste kisses during lunch and smoke breaks.

- Who knew getting a shitty gas station job wouldn’t be the end of your life, but the start of it?

Hope you enjoyed! Have a nice day and stay safe!

- Mossin dude

[moss-in-my-shoes]

-Linked Universe Headcanons-

When reader is injured

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Caution: mentions of injury/blood/broken bones DO NOT interact if you would be triggered by these topics. Thank you.

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⌛️Time⏳

Light injury - Time isn’t going to freak out if you’re a bit scraped up. He used to jump off buildings and fall off bridges as a child, so if you skin your knee or get a small bruise, he’s more or less neutral. He’ll hand you a bandaid if the injury is bleeding enough for it, but most of the time will tell you to just “rub some dirt on it.”

Medium injury - While Time won’t freak out if you get a bad cut or a decent sized bruise, he will worry about infection or underlying issues. Anything bleeding enough to drip is immediately getting disinfected and bruises are prodded at and inspected. He cares quite a bit and isn’t above banning you from helping Wild prep dinner if you accidentally slice your hand.

Deep injury - Time is good in high-stress situations, able to keep a calm and clear mind. If you’ve been stabbed, have a broken bone, or are actively writhing in agony, he’s quick to aid you. Once you’re stable and alright, he doesn’t give you a choice but to rest and sleep. He has the chain do rounds of checking up on you, giving you potions, rewrapping your wounds, etc. Although, this man can’t help but press two of his fingers to the pulse behind your ear when you sleep, just to be sure.

🌙Twilight💫

Light injury - Akin to Time, doesn’t see it as a big deal. He’s a farm boy, scrapes is his middle name. He does ask if you’re okay if something does happen, no matter how small, and unconsciously breaths a sigh of relief if you can brush yourself off and give him a thumbs up.

Medium injury - A bit more worried. He doesn’t freak out in battle, but you slice your finger open cutting raw chicken and then go to put your finger in your mouth? You’re getting grabbed immediately. Twilight is rushing to disinfect and bandage your cut while ranting about why what you almost did was stupid. He doesn’t pay too much mind to big bruises, but will check to make sure that nothing is broken.

Deep Injury - AAAAAH. This is where the guy panics. A stab wound, broken bone, writhing in agony, this man is PANICKING. Although, he’s silent panicking, stitching you up and shoving a healing potion down your throat. He becomes overprotective for at least a week, until Time tells him to calm down.

☁️Sky🌤️

Light injury - A bit worried, gets all soft with you for a moment to ask if you’re okay. You find it silly that he takes such little things so seriously, but you appreciate his concern. He always checks the injury, no matter if there’s blood or bruising.

Medium injury - Tell me why this man made you sit down?? Dude won’t let you do anything until he’s sure you aren’t going to keel over- you only got hit by a club! You’re fine! It wasn’t a sword! Sky isn’t budging, he’s firm about you holding something cold to your bruising flesh until the swelling goes down.

Deep Injury - A mess to be honest. He’s quick to aid you and help, but he’s shaking as he tries to wrap up your wound. If the injury is bad enough and his shaking is too much, someone is going to have to take over. He’s just so scared of losing you, but he’ll make sure to nurse you back to health.

🗡️Warriors🏹

Light injury - He cares yeah, but honestly does not gaf. He fought in a goddamn war, you’ll be okay if you get a little bruise or scratch.

Medium injury - You’re getting praise out of this guy for taking a decent hit and being okay. He’ll take a moment to ask if you’re fine, but won’t freak out or be honestly too worried. Injury is a sign of hard work to him, which isn’t necessarily the healthiest way of seeing it.

Deep injury - Calm and collected. He’s quickly pulling you from whatever caused the injury and laying you down, barking orders to the others to grab what he needs to help you. He’s nimble and fast with his hands, able to patch you up well and quick. He’s snapping bones back into place, putting in stitches, etc. Warriors isn’t afraid. He’ll check up on you later with more emotion in his words, glad he didn’t lose you.

🏰Hyrule🏘️

Light injury - Any injury in his Hyrule could be life or death, so he’s always quick to make sure you’re okay. He may do it nonchalantly, but he always has this air of deep concern around him. A scrape or bruise gets a bit of healing potion in your system whether you want it or not.

Medium injury - Freaks out like you’d been stabbed, when in reality you just bruised your leg pretty bad. More health potion, he’s carrying you back to camp regardless if your legs work or not, scolding you to be more careful. He cares a lot and for good reason.

Deep injury - A lot of emotions. Hyrule feels unadulterated rage if you were attacked, so whatever hurt you isn’t going to have a heartbeat for much longer. Others may have to take care of you because Hyrule is too busy enacting revenge. If he’s taking care of you himself, his ways of doing so may seem rough, but you’ll be okay. (It’s the trauma)

🔥Wild🥘

Light injury - Wild finds it pretty funny in a charming way. He thinks you slipping and tumbling is cute and fun and may just throw himself down after you. He’s quick to pull you close and laugh, quietly asking through chuckles if you’re okay.

Medium injury - Claps you on the back first, laughs a little second, asks if you’re okay third. He’ll make you something nice to eat that night if he thought the injury was bad enough to warrant it. Double checks with Time/Twilight to make sure you’re okay.

Deep injury - OH SHIT OH FUCK OH GOD. He doesn’t really know what to do! Healing potion?? Stitches?? He’s not a medic for Hylia’s sake! He probably goes and gets the nearest in the chain to help, but if left by himself to help you, he’ll do his best. It’s not perfect, but it’ll keep you alive.

🌺Legend🐳

Light injury - Makes fun of you for at least three days minimum if it was something stupid. Ruffles your hair and tells you to suck it up because it’s really not that big of a deal. He cares enough to get you a bandaid though, he’s just a bit of a prick about it.

Medium injury - Immediately asks if you’re okay, but then shakes it off and starts poking fun. He’s embarrassed that he was that scared of you being hurt and tends to overshadow his concern with teasing and making fun of you. He does make sure you’re okay though.

Deep injury - Can’t hide his worry as well as he think he can and may even start crying afterwards. He’s a really anxious guy and doesn’t want to see anyone he cares about hurt, so big injuries make him very emotional. He’s a big “holding it together in the moment” person, but he’s all tears and regret after. Big self blamer too.

💰Ravio🐰

Light injury - He’ll sell you a bandaid for five rupees- OW! Okay- fine. Just take the stupid thing! Is a bit pouty that you punched him in the shoulder, but is glad to see you’re fine.

Medium injury - Quite freaked out. If you can just get up and keep going like nothing happened, cool. He thinks you’re a bit weird for it because he’d take the excuse to lay down for a bit. Always lays a cautious hand on your shoulder and anxiously asks if you’re okay.

Deep injury - Faints at the sight of large amounts of blood or broken bones, so he may not be as much help as he could be. He’ll aid you afterwards while you’re on bed rest- but don’t underestimate him, you’re staying in that bed whether you want to or not. He’s not above pushing you back down or lying on top of you. Ravio will try to charge you a fee after, but one look and he’ll stop.

⚒️Four🐁

Light injury - Will ask if you’re okay, and if you are, teases you that he’ll kiss it better. Will chase you around yelling, “just let me kiss it! Cmoooon!” While you scream for help.

Medium injury - The Minish in him and all four of his voices are worriers at heart. Minish are kind creatures who wish to help humans where they can and see them safe. The four voices are all protective in their own right, so he’ll immediately ask in the most serious tone if you’re okay and it’s like- a bad bruise or something.

Deep injury - Immediately splitting apart to have multiple sets of hands to help. If you’d been stabbed, a set of hands has a cloth to catch the blood, another is stitching you up, one has your head in their lap and another is standing guard. You’ll sleepily ask later what that was all about and Four will just shrug and blame your blood loss. There weren’t four of him! What??

🌊Wind🏴‍☠️

Light injury - Laughs like Wild does, but is a lil worrier and asks quietly if you’re okay. Pats your back and distracts you from what happened with a story or going to do something else.

Medium injury - Kind. Very kind. He’ll ask what happened while he helps bandage you up or put an ice pack to a bad bruise. He’ll try to cheer you up by telling his own story of getting hurt, to maybe distract you also.

Deep injury - Wind is a child, he’s a lil baby man. He’s tough, sure, but he’s also a kid. He cries his eyes out as he tries to help as best he can, calling for Time or Twilight as he keeps you conscious. You’ll have to hug him tight and let him bury his face in your shoulder so he’ll believe that you’re alive and safe.

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Hope you enjoyed! This is a pretty simple concept, but I thought it was fun to do!

Have a nice day and stay safe!

- Moss Man :3

[moss-in-my-shoes]

Viktor x Trans Male Reader Professor au

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⭐️Omg the list⭐️

Reader is a father

FTM reader

sfw

romance and shit woo!

Reader is 22, Viktor is 27, so a lil bit of an age gap.

MDNI

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Viktor first noticed your odd behavior in the summertime, the first year he had you in his class.

You’d made a staple for yourself in the classroom, a young adult with a bright mind and a strong sense of direction.

Viktor enjoyed your company more than most people he spent his days with, feeling a warm buzzing in his chest whenever you’d walk into class with a smile turned his way.

Your sudden odd behavior worried him. You seemed exhausted and spent, struggling to sit and stand, out of breath from things even he could do with ease on a bad pain day.

Even though the sun fried the sidewalks, you came to class bundled up firmly in thick sweaters and jackets, refusing to remove them.

Viktor inquired about your behavior, but you insisted that you were fine.

The seasons came and went, you were fine by next spring, back to your normal self. Viktor found it odd, but let it be.

Then you and Viktor started dating.

He had no idea how it really happened. A normal conversation in his empty classroom turning into a late-night heart to heart in the courtyard. You’d kissed him under the stars, confessing to him with the expectation of rejection.

Now you had a boyfriend! Yay!

And a daughter he didn’t know you had.

Fuck.

Wisteria was a bubbly girl you had in late winter, only a few months old, but already bursting with personality and wonder for the world around her.

She was the product of a hook up you weren’t extremely proud of, so you told anyone who asked that you’d gotten a surrogate (which wasn’t a complete lie?)

Introducing her to Viktor was a sight to behold.

Wisteria stared into Viktor’s golden eyes with the same curiosity she greeted any new person with, observing him as he observed her, cradled gently in his arms and resting on his legs as he sat beside you.

His large and work-tattered hands held your baby like she’d shatter if even looked at wrong, seeing every feature in her that he saw in you.

She was a carbon copy, with some of your hair slowly growing in on her little head and eyes the same shade and color as your’s.

Viktor watched her little hand flex open and closed, slowly reaching over to hold onto one of his fingers. His heart soared as he watched her, a type of love he’d never experienced before, simply because he never thought he’d live to see the day he became a father.

“This is why you were so tired and sick before, because you were carrying this little bundle of joy around?” You nodded your head, sheepish.

“I didn’t want anyone to know, you know how people act when they see someone young have a baby.” You weren’t wrong, Viktor knew that all too well, he’d seen many students fall out of education because of similar circumstances.

Viktor immediately became the best father around.

You taught him how to make a baby sling from a blanket so he could carry her comfortably without risk of injuring his back/leg.

He carries Wisteria all over, but doesn’t let her into the lab, it’s no place for his precious baby girl. Too many explosive substances and sharp tools.

Wisteria develops an odd mix of Viktor and your accent, Czech sounding in the vowels, she also says “no?” After many of her sentences like Viktor does.

Viktor introduces her to Jayce and Mel and they fall in love immediately, they’re her uncle and aunty now!

Free babysitters and many, many healthy male role models and powerful female role models. Especially when she’s introduced to Ekko/Jinx/Vi/Caitlyn.

Has had many class sessions where he’s holding Wisteria as he writes on the chalk board and she naps while you sit and work, you still have a degree to get after all!

All the students are so curious to know who Viktor’s partner is, but no one has linked you as a suspect just yet.

Viktor is a huge worrier, always making sure you and Wisteria are happy and healthy. He personally made sure you both have proper clothing for any weather, a baby bag full of anything that could ever be needed, that your school bag has a first aid kit, and that you both always have anything you’d need.

Wisteria ends up being a little artist! Viktor hangs up her recent drawings and stores all the old ones in a filing cabinet, sectioned by year and month.

The moment Wisteria calls him dad/daddy/dada is the day that man sobs his eyes out.

He’s a dad! He’s a dad to a beautiful little girl! And you’re his beautiful partner who gave him such a gift! He’s the luckiest man alive!

Intends to have more children with you if you’d want.

He doesn’t care if they’re boys or girls or anything in between, he just wants a big family with you.

Marries you quickly, he’s bagging that shit NOW.

He wears his ring as a necklace he can easily tuck under his shirt to 1) keep his marriage to you under wraps for now and 2) keep it safe from the many dangerous experiments he, Mel, and Jayce perform.

It wouldn’t matter what gender Wisteria is, no dating until college.

A very strict but loving father, never yells/breaks things.

Definitely would say “I’m just disappointed” which makes Wisteria wish he’d just yell at her instead.

Helps Wisteria study and doesn’t make her cry. Wisteria is not getting the “crying at the dining room table as your dad tries to help you with math homework” experience. Viktor is a teacher and a genius, he’ll help Wisteria without causing a meltdown.

On bad pain days where he can’t get out of bed, Wisteria and you always make him “get well soon” cards. He keeps all of them with Wisteria’s drawings.

Wisteria doesn’t entirely understand the extent of what’s happening until she’s much older, but she knows her dad is hurting and wants to make him feel better.

Is her tutor, he’s a genius, you don’t have to pay a stranger to potentially teach his daughter wrong.

You guys go on date nights and leave Wisteria with Jayce and Mel, or in order if they’re not available; Vi/Caitlyn, then Jinx/Ekko.

You don’t get handouts on grades despite how much he loves you, he still expects you to earn those yourself.

You get more help though.

After you get your degree and get a job alongside Viktor, everyone knows Wisteria is your and Viktor’s kid, but don’t say anything.

If Wisteria’s biological dad shows up? Viktor is immediately protective and wants him to leave. He doesn’t care what he has to say, you and Wisteria are his family now.

Is likely to threaten the guy with violence.

Or using his power as a respected scientist and professor to get him as far away as possible, he isn’t above it.

All and all, he’s very sweet, protective, and loves you both to death.

Hope you liked these! Have a nice day!

- Moss Man

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✨Introduction Post!✨

Welcome to the Moss Man’s Grove! I am the Moss Man, pleasure to have ya! Surprisingly, took me forever to realize that I should make an introduction post of some kind so whoever looks at my blog can get a slight idea of what’s happening, even though I’ve barely got a clue.

I am multi-fandom and post all kinds of stuff, so I thought I’d just make two lists! One for fandoms I’m in and one for types of content I post.

I have a few rules here!! So please read!!

🌸 I am 18+, but I DO NOT make NSFW content (as in sexual) but a lot of my content can skew towards violence/gore. I have a few posts that aren’t 18+, but I’d honestly prefer minors stay away from my blog for safety purposes. If you decide to stay despite this, always read the warnings and stay away from any content labeled 18+, as it will likely have violence/gore.

🌺 I DO NOT support bigotry, maps, proshipping, racism, transphobia, homophobia, Nazi’s, or anything illegal. If you support any of these things, get off my blog. This is a safe space.

🌷 If you see any art, please do not repost or reblog unless you are the receiver of the art, (such as fanart) I’m not comfortable with my art being on other people’s blogs if the art wasn’t intended for them. Text posts are fine to reblog! Encouraged actually! Thank you!

🌻 I am multifandom, but please do not make a habit of bugging me to post one thing in particular, I am here to post whatever fun stuff comes to mind and being pressured to post what I don’t want to makes it a chore and can make the content lackluster.

I will add more rules if I think of any! Please abide by these while being on my blog, it’s greatly appreciated.

Okay! So now that’s out of the way, here are the lists!

✨Fandoms✨

⭐️ Creepypasta

⭐️ Marble Hornets

⭐️ EveryManHybrid

⭐️ Eddsworld

⭐️ Linked Universe

⭐️ fanart for other creators, some who are 18+ so be aware.

⭐️ Legend of Zelda

⭐️ Sally Face

⭐️ PastaMonsters

⭐️ Osomatsu (purely fandom, never seen the show lmao)

⭐️ Arcane (also purely fandom)

⭐️ Lego Monkie kid

⭐️ Ninjago

⭐️ Cookie Run Kingdom

⭐️ Welcome Home

⭐️ Homestuck (stuck since I was a kid smh)

⭐️ Friendsim

⭐️ Stardew Valley

⭐️ Undertale (Sans Au’s included!)

⭐️ Superjail

⭐️ Gorillaz

⭐️ Homicipher

I’ll add more if I think of any! Now for the content list!

✨Types of content✨

⭐️ Headcanons

⭐️ Fanfiction (oneshots and multi-parts)

⭐️ Imagines

⭐️ Art

⭐️ Rambles

And that’s about it! I’ll update from time to time if things change. Remember to stay safe, be kind, and take care of yourself!

- Moss Man :3

Current fav song:

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Avi is one hell of a rambler, it’s more word vomit than actual info dumping, but why does he only really do it around Satin? Who knows! This is a fun sleepover though!

Avi makes his own horn paint and while it’s easy to scrub out of hair and off horns, he’ll make sure to keep Satin’s neat and pretty.

Satin (purple silly) belongs to @dervampireprince and Avi (rambling nerd) belongs to me! Please don’t repost my art or use my oc’s, the only one who can repost is Prince because Satin is his character.

Thank you! Have a nice day!

[moss-in-my-shoes]

Avi and Ollie incorrect quotes!

These are taken from the internet from when I saw them and some were made from me and my friends saying dumb shit. I will not elaborate on which are which lmao.

Uuuuuuh the sillies being silly!

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Ollie: that’s a child!

Avi’s youngest sister: and that’s an ugly pickly bitch!

Ollie: :0

Avi’s youngest sister: yup, I’m thirteen, thank you.

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Avi: I should’ve burnt this place down when I had the chance.

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Ollie (on the phone): well tell him to call me asap as possible!

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Ollie: sometimes I’ll start a sentence and I won’t even know where it’s going.

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Avi: better learn the rules, or you’ll be eaten in your sleep.

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Ollie: I am Beyoncé. Always.

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Avi: people should be terrified of me.

Ollie: I’m terrified of you in general dude.

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Stranger: hey, what’s your number?

Avi: my number is shut the fuck up.

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Avi: did you just refer to a knife as a people opener?

Ollie: should I not have?

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Ollie: bang it up insiiiiiide!

Avi: I’m in love with the shape of you!

Ollie: what????

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Ollie: *reading*

Avi: *casually on fire*

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Avi: I am absolutely Mc’lovin it.

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Avi: you’re in one inch of water!!

Ollie: I feel like I’m drowning already!!

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Ollie: when did you gain consciousness?

Avi: I dunno, like three hours ago.

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Ollie: okay eight dollar pound of salt.

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Avi: wow. Okay. The bare minimum is impressing me.

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Ollie: *falls*

Avi: that’s what you get, now go sit down somewhere.

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Stranger: my body reacts so well to you.

Ollie: sir this is a clothing store.

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Ollie: man, I’ve been feeling really nauseous lately.

Avi: could you be pregnant?

Ollie (cis man): I don’t know what’s dumber, you suggesting that, or me almost having a heart attack over it.

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Avi: my best friend is mad at me.

Avi: I hope I die.

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Avi: I’m so, SO tired of this life. I want to be a ROOMBA. I want KNIVES taped to me. And I want to be set LOOSE.

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Avi: oops! I hate myself!

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Ollie: I am. Doing my best.

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Ollie: I will swear word at you.

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Avi: Avi says give up on your dreams! Why’re you even trying at this point??

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Ollie: I can explain.

Avi: can you?

Ollie: if you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie.

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Avi: I love when cats are talkative like yeah bro meow meow you’re so real.

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Avi: I’m very uncomfortable with the energy we’ve created in the studio today.

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Ollie: GOD FORBID I TRY TO OFFER YOU A LITTLE TREAT.

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Okay that’s it byyyyye! :3

[moss-in-my-shoes]

Here’s the art without all the funny text lmao.

Satin belongs to @dervampireprince and was not designed or made by me at all, the only two that are mine are Avi and Ollie.

Please do not repost unless you’re Prince, I’m not comfortable with my art being on other people’s pages and Satin is Prince’s character, thank you.

[moss-in-my-shoes]

AAAAAH I FINALLY DID IT WOOHOO

+18 plus on this post only!!

Very slight gore warning (nothing insane just a mention of past injury but still be cautious)

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I’ve really gotten into @dervampireprince ‘s content recently, which inspired me to make some original characters based on this world he’s been creating! I really love the small tidbits of lore that you can get from listening to an audio, the characters are well-rounded and amazingly written, and I really love learning about his silly lil guys! So I made my own sillies!

I have two so far, but keep in mind that Satin in the first photo below belongs and was designed by Prince, not me. I don’t claim to have created them in any way shape or form and HIGHLY advise for you to go listen to Prince’s audios and look at all his cool art!

So ima show the art and then do crazy long lists of lore/facts/silly things and ideas, enjoy me being a dork! >:3

This first one is Avi (pronounced Aye-Vee), he’s a 21 year old…creature? No one actually knows what he is, not even himself. He speculates that he’s probably got some werewolf and demon heritage, but without a DNA test or some evidence from his grandparents, he won’t ever know. He honestly doesn’t care though and just tells everyone he’s a demon of some kind.

Avi is chaotic-good and a bit of a hot head, getting himself into more trouble than you’d expect from someone who doesn’t meet the average height standards in his area. This has caused him getting into verbal/physical fights, but he’ll always claim that he only did it because the other person had it coming. Besides that, he’s a pretty sweet and fun guy to be around, very talkative, remembers everything (so birthdays, favorite foods, dislikes and likes, etc) and loves gifting things to people.

He’s a huge craft nerd and has more hobbies than he can count on both of his hands. He sews, paints, owns like three hot glue guns, makes jewelry, just literally anything that involves crafts.

Some of his more negative qualities are being judgy, jumping to conclusions, and his anger problems. He’s still unlearning all his judgmental behavior, so it has gotten better, but he can still be mean from time to time and have to back track and apologize. He grew up in a very strict and straightforward household where anything different was treated as something..contagious? Like being gay for example, which caused some major internalized and external homophobia. He was homophobic for a very long time before discovering that he was-

1. A trans man.

2. Gay.

3. Polyamorous.

This caused a lot of self-hatred issues that he’s in therapy for, but he’s looked back on his behavior, realized it was wrong, apologized to who he could apologize to, and moved on with the promise to be a better person and be who he is.

His jumping to conclusions and anger problems kind of go hand in hand with one another, where he sees something at face value and immediately feels strongly about it and needs a lot of convincing to be moved from his opinion. Sometimes he’s right, but often he’s not. He lets these feelings and emotions get the best of him and becomes snappy or argumentative. Once again, he’s working on this in therapy.

His anger issues make him feel like his skin is buzzing, like his head is being crushed, and like he can’t breathe. He sees them almost like panic attacks, but instead of fear, he feels unadulterated rage. He combats these episodes with quiet time, where he sits by himself in a dark room and listens to soft music until he calms down. Once again, therapy is helping with this, but it’s an incredibly taxing ordeal for him and he feels terrible if he said anything hurtful out of anger to anyone. He always makes an effort to be better and apologize.

Some of his better qualities are his protectiveness, loving personality, and silly demeanor.

Avi is protective in general, he’ll defend anyone at the drop of a hat. Are you a stranger being made fun of? Avi will call them out in front of everyone. Are you his best friend, being stared at by a creepy person? He’s preparing to fight the person. Are you someone he doesn’t really like, being berated by someone rude? He’s screaming back at that person until they leave. He’s got a strong sense of justice flowing through him and even if he doesn’t really like you or know you, he’s ready to make sure you’re safe and comfortable.

This man feels strongly about anyone he forms a friendship or relationship with, putting that person above himself, which isn’t a healthy thing to do, but he’s doing it out of love and not self-hatred. He loves seeing his loved ones succeed, get better if they haven’t been doing well, and cheers them on at any moment. He’s always ready to sit and yap, listen, give advice, or be a shoulder to cry on. He does it all happily, because he loves people unconditionally.

Bro is a silly goose, a silly guy. Avi loves to laugh and smile! He loves messing around, getting lost, pulling dumb stunts, and connecting with others. Y’know those people at pride parades that get in the middle of the dance circle? That’s Avi, busting a move even though he can’t dance and laughing at how bad his moves are. He doesn’t mind looking stupid or dumb, as long as everyone is comfortable, safe, and having fun, who cares?

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How did Avi meet Satin?

Like in the audio, he accidentally summons Satin, but not because he was looking to summon a demon, but because this stupid idiot found a ritual circle in a book and was like “haha wouldn’t it be funny if I tried this?” And didn’t read ANYTHING ELSE. Satin just shows up in his bedroom and then Avi’s screaming and then they’re both screaming.

Then they’re sitting on Avi’s couch and Satin is just like “why…would you do that?” And all Avi can do is shrug like “I dunno..thought it wouldn’t work and wanted an excuse to draw on my floor.” Remnants of the circle still remain on his bedroom floor to this day.

Avi has a stupid big crush on Satin after they become friends and doesn’t tell him because Avi sees it as “ew feelings” because he’s emotionally stunted and -s c a r e d- of - f e e l i n g s-

I’m not gonna write anything else and instead draw more of their dynamic because that’s easier lmao, so more coming soon! In art form! Woo!

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Fun facts!

- Avi has six sisters and is the only brother, but is the middle child.

- Shaved his head and then let it grow back out without ever cutting it, so it’s layered differently and is uneven in a lot of places.

- undiagnosed OCD and autism, is not aware of either.

- a trans man! He hasn’t gotten any surgeries done because he can’t afford them and is also a bit scared, but he is on testosterone and has been for a while!

- Gay and poly, so only dates men.

- doesn’t trust deer/owls/goldfish, no one knows why.

- is a sleepy and giggly drunk.

- hasn’t eaten a vegetable in months.

- being deaf or partially deaf runs in his family, he’s partially deaf in his right ear and uses a hearing aid off and on. He’s fluent in sign language.

- was cursed as a child so now he knows like five dead, ancient languages that no one else knows and is cursed to never be able to teach it to people so he’s the only one that knows them.

- yknow those old fanfics where bilingual people just start randomly speaking their language and it’s completely inaccurate to how bilingual people struggle to speak another language? Yeah he does that unwillingly so one minute he’s speaking English perfectly normal and then the next he’s speaking in a language no one has ever heard of and all he can do is pout and stay silent until it stops.

- Decorates his horns! Horn paint, flowers, jewelry, he loves putting stuff on them!

- speaking of horns, they’re super sensitive and he doesn’t like when people touch them. They’re also super sharp and have caused many problems with sheets and pillows being ruined.

- Loves customizing his own outfits with thick stitchings, beads, patches, etc.

- fucking loves animal crackers, is always eating animal crackers, where do they keep coming from??? Why does he always have animal crackers??? … you want an animal cracker?

- bonks people when he’s sad, just leans on people or gently knocks his head against their shoulder, it’s just a sign he wants physical comfort.

- wears compression clothes under his normal clothes, it makes him feel safe.

- Binds unhealthy and is fully aware that it is, but isn’t willing to do anything else because he’s afraid he won’t get the same results he wants. (Sad fact, not really fun :( )

- sunburns easy, it’s why he has so many freckles.

- owns a billion stuffed animals.

- eats and bites on his hoodie strings, they’re frayed and all fucked up now lmao.

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This second guy is Ollie! (Pronounced All-ee) he’s a 22 year old human with some slight magic heritage. His specialty is protection spells and charming items to be protective for those who wear them. He’s put spells on every piece of jewelry him and Avi own.

Ollie is a strange guy, but in a fun way. He always has some random fun fact or a strange story to tell. Just as he is strange and brilliant, he seems to attract the strange and brilliant. Working in his clothing store full of bright colors and oddities, he meets all kinds of people, that be humans or not, he welcomes all inside. He is a true-neutral and a bit floaty, always having his head in the clouds, daydreaming about this and that. He’s definitely a listener, but isn’t a great rememberer, but he tries! He cares! Just needs to be reminded a few times before it sticks. (Relatable lmao)

Some of his bad qualities are shutting down, impulsive decisions, and ghosting people.

Ollie has trouble processing his emotions, too many at once makes him overwhelmed, especially in intense or stressful situations. He describes the feeling of shutting down as “switching his brain off” and he starts actively ignoring the situation and dissociating. Now this isn’t necessarily a bad trait, but it’s the fact he does it consciously and purposefully to escape situations he deems too stressful. This can cause tension if the situation isn’t resolved or he starts ignoring the person. He’s working on it, but it’s one of those things he doesn’t really want to change? He feels bad, but it’s something that makes him feel safe, but he’s working on finding something to help better and feel less guilty about.

Ollie makes impulsive decisions, buying things without thinking, makes last minute decisions that can set him back in many things, cancels plans last second for no discernible reason, he doesn’t mean to hurt people or himself when he does these things, but it can and has happened. He makes an effort to not do these things and is getting better, but it’s impossible for him to not grab a piece of funky clothing at the thrift or maybe....bring………six puppies into his and Avi’s apartment. WHAT? WHAT. WHO SAID THAT.

Ollie will and has ghosted people, some for good reason, some not. Ollie gets scared of people when he can’t figure out what they’re thinking, which makes him think they don’t have his best interests in mind. He will block people or just stop responding, which has ended many situationships and friendships. Ollie regrets it a lot of the time unless it’s for good reason and always talks it through with Avi before ghosting people now. (Even though he should really stop ghosting people unless they’re like dangerous or actively making him uncomfortable but y’know it’s progress).

Some good qualities about Ollie is his loyalty, creativity, and hard working nature.

Ollie is fiercely loyal, especially when he gets close to someone. He’s always willing to take care of the people he loves and stand up for them in any instance. He’ll call people out if they try to talk bad about his friends to him, hate’s people his friends hate, and never does the “but they didn’t do anything to me” shit. You hurt his friend? He’s not associated with you anymore. He loves unconditionally and will be on his friend’s side until the end.

Ollie is incredibly creative, it’s something he and Avi really bond over. Ollie is amazing when it comes to clothing, designing pieces mainly for alternative fashion for his store. He sews and makes everything himself, a talent he picked up when he was young. He makes all sorts of things, including items for a very tall purple guy that comes into his store from time to time. He thinks his name was..Silk? He can’t really remember. He always remembers him by his outfits, they stand out to Ollie in a way he loves.

Ollie is a self-made man. He grew up incredibly poor, below the poverty line. His family lived off food stamps, donations, even living out of a car at one point, so he worked incredibly hard to support himself and his family. His store and what he sells online makes enough for him to pay half the rent on his and Avi’s apartment and send a good chunk to his mother and younger brother. He doesn’t have a ton left over, but somehow always makes do, being smart on how to get the best deals and save the most money (apart from when he impulse buys but shhhhhhh).

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Fun facts!

- Has a younger brother and his mom, that being the entire extent of his family.

- Pansexual and a cis man.

- takes better care of his hair than most.

- those puppies I mentioned? They end up keeping all of them.

1: Slim Shady

2: BooBa

3: Christmas Tree

4: Lil guy

5: Crusty

6: Stinky

- Avi and Ollie adore them and post them with Ollie’s clothes to boost sales.

- Lost his eye and most of his ear to an accident from his childhood.

- everyone always thinks it was some horrible accident that traumatized him deeply- and Ollie doesn’t help because he lies to customers when they ask to mess with them, telling dramatic and horrifying stories on how he got half his face mangled.

- in reality he and his younger brother got ahold of fireworks and his brother shot one at him, it exploded in his face and they had to remove his eye and what was left of his ear.

- his brother still feels awful, but Ollie thinks it’s hilarious. He even has photos!

- is half blind and deaf obviously, but doesn’t feel like he needs any aids.

- has deep scars around his missing eye and covers up his missing ear with his curly hair.

- owns a billion hair clips, like the big ones that look like mouths.

- owns three stuffed animals and they were all gifts from Avi.

- hates puzzles.

- doesn’t know his multiplication tables.

- listens to true crime podcasts while he sews.

- ADHD, is aware and diagnosed.

- bad sensory issues, specifically with touch. You wouldn’t catch him dead touching car cloths.

- Drives a beat up truck he parks in the alleyway next to their apartments, it’s covered in stupid bumper stickers and the inside is decorated to hell and back.

- Has met Silk and helps make accessories for him, but he hasn’t really thought about what they’re for, he wouldn’t mind though, just hasn’t put the pieces together.

- Has met Satin and thinks he’s nice. (Teases Avi relentlessly for having a crush on him and WILL NOT STOP.)

- Drinks an unhealthy amount of apple juice, someone stop him.

- is a stupid drunk, once broke a coffee table by trying to elbow drop it.

- would kill for a chocolate bar.

- sweets enthusiast, give this man his sweet treat.

- gets flustered easily and gets even more so when he realizes his entire face is red, all the way up to his ear.

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That’s it for now! I know it was more me rambling on and not very much fanart, but I promise I’m just getting my bearings and will draw more of @dervampireprince ‘s characters with my silly guys! I really need to figure out how to draw Silk especially because I want to get all the lil details right and I love this man.

Yknow the family guy fall thing where they’re all bent up? Yeah I look like that when I think about Silk.

Please do not use my characters in any way and do not repost my art unless you’re Prince, I’m not comfortable with my art being on someone else’s page unless it’s his because Satin is his character and NOT MINE. Thank you.

Have a nice day! Hope you enjoyed reading!

- Mossy dude

[moss-in-my-shoes]

Riddle me this

I don’t know how to use that phrase but I think it’s silly.

So there’s a fantasy world and there’s a large town that’s specifically for monster kind, (vampires, orcs, witches, etc, etc) and there’s a tavern that’s specifically built to host all kinds of creatures.

Like there’d be a sort of hydrating station for shape shifting mer folk.

They have different blood from different animals on the menu for the vampires (almost like wine? Like the rarer animal blood is more expensive than like- if you drank pig or cow blood). No human blood though, go get that yourself.

All the doorways are extra large for any giant kin or trolls, just to make sure they don’t bonk their heads walking in.

There are shorter tables and chairs for any folk who have trouble getting into average sized chairs and an even harder time properly using the average sized tables.

I saw a post once about a tavern owner having an encyclopedia for all the monster ages and how old they have to be to drink so the tavern owner would definitely have one of those.

“Dude. In here it says you have to be at least eight hundred, not 756…no I do not take sacrifices as bribes, please leave.”

I think it would just be a really cute way for people to see all sorts of monsters in one place, all interacting and having a good time.

There would also be different kinds of rooms! So like vampire rooms wouldn’t have windows, giant kin/trolls get extra large beds and blankets, water baths for mer folk.

There’s a strict “no magic unless there’s an emergency” rule because the tavern owner is sick of having to put out fires.

The witches are a bit sad, but understand once the tavern owner shows them a scrap book labeled “every time my tavern has been set on fire with magic” and it’s..it’s concerningly full.

They can use fire if it comes from MATCHES and if it isn’t for a ritual and just for prayer of some kind.

Everyone is super protective of the tavern and its owner because of how kind they are. The owner is always a shoulder to cry on, gives good advice, and offers quests and lil errands so people can make a little bit of extra cash.

They celebrate all the different holidays for different kinds of monsters and the owner’s calendar is FULL of holidays, notes of what foods to serve, what decorations to put up, etc.

Favorite customers and people who visit often get put on the birthday calendar, which comes with a free dessert of their choice! (Or meal if they don’t like sweets)

The funny thing is I can imagine the tavern owner being 101% human. No magical abilities, no horns, weird eyes, claws, weirdly sharp teeth, just an average human person.

Maybe the only human in the entire town.

IF SOMEONE STARTED BEING MEAN TO THEM BECAUSE THEY’RE HUMAN???????

Bro that tavern owner probably has Satan himself ordering a steak on Friday nights after a long week of punishing the sinful.

Dude’s probably got holy angels sitting at one of their tables having a drink.

Powerful sorcerers they hug on a daily basis because they’re absolutely best friends.

AND YOU WANT TO BULLY THEM???

Dude- my guy- home slice- buddy ol’ pal- YOU ARE ASKING FOR NOTHING BUT PAIN

The tavern owner is unbothered, BUT THE MONSTERS WILL NOT BE. Most monsters are territorial, especially when it comes to people they consider friends and family, and the owner 100% fits into those categories for many of the monsters that come by.

I could imagine the owner also being younger, maybe around 21-25? It would be cute if they were older also, but I’d just find it so funny that this random human was like- at the age of 21- “I’m gonna open a tavern for monsters because none of these folk are getting quality service.”

Then they’ve got all these old ass monsters, like 1000 year old vampires coming in and politely asking for a sip of sheep blood and a slice of apple blood pie.

Big ass, old ass, half shifted werewolf, tired from the full moon and all scratched up sitting down for some basic first aid and some ear scratches, maybe a lil smooch on the snout.

Mer folk that were around before their family lineage was even a concept who playfully splash the owner and laugh mischievously as they playfully feign innocence.

Just honestly a wholesome time.

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Lmao I got super inspired by @dervampireprince just because they do some really cool audios and was like “Tavern where all these silly guys hang out” I really really had to stop myself from rambling about vampires someone help me.

I might make more posts like these but we’ll see how deep the “fantasy tavern monsters and such” infection goes.

Hope you had fun reading! Have a nice day! <3

[moss-in-my-shoes]

-Linked Universe-

-The One Who Couldn’t Stay Dead-

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WARNING

This fanfic contains heavy topics and imagery not suitable for anyone under the age of EIGHTEEN. MDNI.

There are mentions of suicide/suicidal ideation/self harm, death, torture/methods of torture, drowning, blood, injury, etc. If any of these topics disturb or trigger you, I urge you to skip this fanfic. There will be other fanfics and stories out there and you shouldn’t put yourself in harms way to read whatever nerd shit I came up with.

Keep yourself safe and have a nice day. <3

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Legend and Ravio sat by a river’s edge, taking in a fleeting moment of peaceful silence. The water sloshed gently as fish swam by and the wind sprayed flecks of water against Legend’s freckling skin. The bunny merchant sighed, pulling his hood from his face to take in the warmth of the setting sun, “they’re not the same person. You know that, right?”

“Mhm..” Ravio watched as Legend brought his legs up, placing his chin against his scarred knees, the silence deafening. The whole chain had been in a stalemate with themselves over their newest arrival, a stalemate on how to feel, how to process. Their newest travel buddy hadn’t done anything wrong; being what seemed helpful and kind while wearing the Triforce of courage with a gleaming pride and wide smile.

They fought valiantly and skillfully, obviously self trained like many in the chain were, but they could carry themselves with relative ease. They carried many weapons, tons of arrows, potions, a hand-carved shield. They were a protector of Hyrule, just not the Hyrule any of the chain were familiar with.

You weren’t a Link. You were (Y/N).

And you’re supposed to be dead.

Legend and Ravio remembered your death with frightening vividness, tending to shove those memories away. The pain of losing a friend forever was one thing, but seeing your doppelgänger? Heart wrenchingly cruel. You acted basically the same, but hardened by something much greater than what you’d been through in their worlds. You weren’t just the town herbalist anymore, you were given the Triforce of courage, trusted by Hylia herself to protect Hyrule in times of need.

The implications were terrifying and confusing.

Ravio gently took Legend’s hand in his, intertwining his soft hand with Legend’s calloused one. The two made eye contact as Ravio’s hand was squeezed, “They..they’re not the same person.” Legend started, “but they’re still..them. In one way or another.”

“Yeah. They’re (Y/N), just not ours.”

“Yeah.”

Legend had seen you die once. You’d obtained a magical item from deep inside an ancient mining system in Death Mountain. The necklace had been stunningly crafted, intricately carved from the delicate stones found deep within the caverns below. You’d taken it without much as a second thought, thinking you’d wear it for a bit and then sell it for a nice price so you could afford to buy Ravio’s fire rod.

What you’d hadn’t known was just how powerful the necklace was, imbedded with magic beyond his or your own comprehension. As you wore the necklace, it started draining away your magic and life force, like it was eating you. The necklace took everything from you, then when it was too much to obtain, it shot every last bit of magic back into you all at once. The necklace fried you from the inside out and all Legend could do was watch in horror as the tips of your fingers turned black and your eyes rolled back into your head. He couldn’t save you, no matter how many fairies worked at your injuries or how many potions he shoved down your throat. You were gone. Ravio had to pull Legend away, screaming and crying.

Ravio had seen you die twice. The first time was in Lorule. You both lived below the poverty line, together in a world that was never made for you. The two of you planned to run away together, to escape the grasps of your world, but you hadn’t gotten that far. You’d gone into the lost woods in a desperate need for food, hoping to find something that you and Ravio both could eat, just to survive a few more days. The only thing you found was yourself lost, then stumbling out of the forest with a wound decorating your side. Ravio didn’t have anything to help you, neither did Hilda, and he had to hold you as you bled out in his arms. Begging you not to go.

The second time was when the necklace had taken you away from him again. Ravio was so happy to have you back, even if you weren’t the same, then he had to watch you die all over again. He dragged Legend from your smoking corpse, and held him tight as he sobbed and screamed. All Ravio could do was stare as he lost you. Again.

Legend sighed, “we’ve been sitting too long, Wars will pitch a fit if we don’t help set up camp.” Ravio laughed, standing to his feet and brushing off his coat, “he’s not that bad, you just have a weird personal competition going on with him.”

“Ugh. Do not.”

“Do too.” The men walked back to camp, nestled into the woods far away enough from the river to not be spotted by monsters or travelers. The place was bustling as everyone set up where to sleep, a fire pit, and a place for Epona to rest. Sky and Wild were digging the fire pit, Time and wind were laying out their sleeping bags, Twilight was nowhere to be seen, Wolfy was napping next to a tired Epona, Four and you were sitting near the makeshift fire pit, laughing about something unheard, and Hyrule and Warriors were off to the side, speaking in hushed tones.

“I’m telling you. They’ll be fine.” Hyrule was exasperated, pinching the bridge of his nose,

“How can you be so sure?” Warriors whisper-yelled, “I’ve seen them die a gruesome death, one that was completely preventable, and you just want me to sit around and wait for it to happen again?”

“What?- of course not! No! Just don’t go overboard. You’ve been following them around like a kicked puppy, they’ll think something is up.”

“Something is up! The fact that they’ve-“ Hyrule slammed his palm to Warrior’s mouth, shushing him loud enough to turn a few heads, including your’s. Your eyebrow quirked in a familiar way that made Hyrule’s heart ache, giving him a thumbs up as if asking if everything was okay, which he returned with a subtle nod. You didn’t look like you believed him, but turned back to Four regardless.

“Shut up.” Hyrule let Warrior swat his palm from him mouth, sneering the slightest bit as he lowered his voice, “the fact they’ve shown up, alive and well, after every one of us has experienced their death- it’s awful.”

“I know..” Hyrule deflated, “this has to be some- some divine test.”

“Why would Hylia do this after taking them away from us?”

“I..I don’t have an answer.” The two men stood there, a tense silence overtaking the space between them. Warriors hesitantly placed a hand on Hyrule’s shoulder, “if you need anything, I’m here.”

“Thanks Wars.” The captain turned, leaving Hyrule to stare at you from a distance.

All he found of you was ash. The ritualistic circle that had been scrawled in what he could only assume was your blood was still glowing, smoke twirling in the air like your final dance. He could smell burnt flesh, pieces of your torn clothing scattered across the stones of a darkened labyrinth. He’d thrown up not a second after putting the pieces together, hands braced up against the stone walls as he sobbed. When you’d been taken by a secret following of Ganon, he thought he’d have more time to save you, but now you were nothing. Ganon hadn’t even returned, you had died for nothing.

No longer would he wake to your calm face in the extra space on his bed, or watch your face light up when you successfully grew a plant uncommon to the area, or hear you angrily rant about rude townsfolk. He’d kill to hear your voice one more time, so his last memory of the voice that had said “I love you.” Before most wouldn’t be you begging for him to save you.

Link had failed.

Hyrule sighed, looking away from burning holes in the back of your head. His calloused fingers gently rolled around an old ring, one that no one knew was engraved inside with your initials.

The rest of the night went off without a hitch, Wild and Sky collaborating on a dish that any grandma would’ve been proud of. You scarfed down your food fast enough to almost choke, coughing as Four gently slapped you on the back. You hadn’t noticed the many eyes that watched, worry and fear etched into each pair. You all said your goodnights afterwards, letting yourself nestle in your sleeping bag that sat between Hyrule and Sky, strangely close compared to the space between everyone else’s.

You were always spoken to in your dreams.

A lady in white, long and sunny hair flowing in the wind of your headspace. You and her stood in a field you were all too familiar with, a painful memory you’d forever be forced to relive in your dreams.

A young teenager, no older than fifteen is when you were declared the chosen hero of Hylia. Everywhere you went, the people begged for your help, so you helped them. Monsters ravaged through towns, so you slayed every single one. Dungeons were crawling with an infestation of dangerous creatures, so you traversed every one to keep them there forever with a quick slash of your blade. You grew cold, hopeless, seeing your destiny as no more than an obligation. The light in your eyes dimmed, the enthusiasm dwindled, and no one had seen you smile in years. The townsfolk worried for you, mothers who saw your parentless self as their own encouraged you to slow down, fathers accompanied you on patrols to lessen your work. Nothing truly helped.

Then Sarren showed up.

You never had a Ganon or Demise in your world, you had Sarren. An entity born without a heart and whose life mission was to destroy all life. He’d caught everyone by surprise under the guise of darkness, wreaking havoc faster than you could stop him. You were only nineteen with self-taught sword fighting skills when he emerged. You were no match for the powerful magic Sarren possessed, but despite this and the protests of the townsfolk, you had faced off against Sarren as soon as you could. You fought through his hoards of monsters and landed a few good hits with your arrows, but he was faster.

And he aimed to kill.

His black, spiked arm pierced straight through your side, hitting vital organs, slicing through muscle, bone, and skin. It lodged into the ground behind you with a sickening sound of blood splattering before being tugged from your body just as quick. Blood dribbled from your mouth like a waterfall as you clutched your side, stumbling only a few feet before collapsing completely. The darkness came to you before death did, and you imagined her for the first time.

The woman with the flowing hair and white dress, sun hair and ocean eyes. She sat beside you in the field, placing a cold and lifeless hand on your shoulder, “hello (Y/N).”

“Are you death?” Was your first question, “or are you Hylia?” Was your second. She simply smiled, bringing her hand up to cup your jaw and swipe bubbling blood from your chin, “neither. I am Zelda.”

“Zelda? That’s quite the unusual name.” She laughed, a wispy sound that carried on the wind, “yes, but believe it or not, I am one of many.”

“I’ve never met a Zelda before.” Well, you guessed you had now. Zelda didn’t respond, taking her hand from your face and folding them over her side-folded legs. The two of you sat there for a while, staring out at the sun that slowly began to set, “I’m dying, aren’t I?”

“Yes. Once that sun sets, your life will be stripped from you.” You made a “hm” sound, surprised when panic didn’t seize you, how far gone had you skewed? Zelda hummed, “sadly, it is not your time.”

“What?”

“The fairies have made it quite apparent, you are not destined to die on this day. Time to head back.”

“Wait- I don’t-“

“You don’t have a choice.” She beamed at you, “Link would have my head if I let you die now.” She took her pointer and middle finger, tapping the middle of your forehead with a surprising amount of force, sending you flying back into the grass. You never met the ground, falling through an unending sky until the darkness overtook you once again.

Everything after that had been a blur, but you’d won the fight in the end, trapping Sarren away in a necklace you now wore around your neck.

You stood with Zelda once again, but while you had visibly aged and grown, she had stayed the same. You now both looked to be about the same age, two young adults looking perfectly normal in a vast field of green and a sun that never sets. Tonight, Zelda did not speak, but instead hummed a melancholy tune you’d heard before, familiar, but not enough to remember. You didn’t speak either, calm in her goddess-like glow. These nights were the ones where you’d simply watch from a distance, the agony you’d endured, playing out in front of you again and again. You watched yourself run the same path through the grass, front of your tunic splattered with monster and your own blood alike, a feral look in your dulled eyes. Sarren always looked the same, always came down the same, always struck in the same place. The place where a scar now decorated your side, stinging in an instance of phantom pain from the memory. He was an ugly thing now that you could study him from a bystanders point of view; skin gnarly and disfigured as if his bones were all jumbled, crazy, soul crushing eyes with multiple colors flashing in and out in rings of terrifying harmony, and arms and legs that were nothing more but points, pulled taunt and excruciating.

You fiddled with the necklace around your neck as you studied him for the millionth time, waiting for morning to come, for Zelda to send you back.

“You’ve met all the Links, but not mine.” You were surprised to hear her speak, responding quicker than intended, “You..have mentioned him before, a few times.”

“Yes. He’s around somewhere.” Zelda shook her head, “he likes to wander. Collect.”

“What is he collecting?”

“The dead from our world, he brings them to Hylia.” Oh. That wasn’t something you knew about, “is- is your Link, Death??”

“No, he’s simply a guide. After we both perished due to the plague, he and I were given new destiny’s by Hylia and her family, just as you were.”

“The Triforce of courage..”

“Yes. That used to belong to Link, a noble hero, for all eternity.”

“What was your’s? Who has it now?”

“The Triforce of Wisdom was given to a Minish, she’s met you, but you have not met her.” What..what was a Minish? Zelda wasn’t good at answering follow up questions, especially since she was humming again. You felt her fingers tap your forehead, shutting your eyes, you prepared to wake up.

Sky was sitting up in his sleeping bag early in the morning, watching your chest rise and fall with every slow breath you took. He’d woken up before anyone else, which was fairly early since Twilight always seemed to be up and running first thing in the morning and dragging Wind with him. Hesitantly, Sky ran his strong hand through your sleep-tussled hair, careful to not wake you. He studied the way you shifted, the way your hair was cut, every detail and blemish that decorated the skin of your face. You were almost identical to his (Y/N), but different enough to give him an unsettling feeling.

Ghiriham was an awful, awful man. He was fueled by hatred and a sadistic sense of loyalty, a sense that would ultimately result in Sky losing you for good. The both of you had studied together, gotten your Loftwings together, and grown up side by side with Zelda. You were so proud of him when he’d retrieved the master sword, sending him off to explore Hyrule below with a hug and a kind wish of luck. What Sky hadn’t known, was that you had gotten worried for him when it’d been many moons since he’d returned, and headed down to the ground to search for him and aid him in his quest to save Zelda. You’d entered the first dungeon he’d faced and was captured by Ghiriham. The details of what happened to you were fuzzy at best and completely muddled in Sky’s brain at worst, but he knew Ghiriham spared you no mercy. Your body was found a week after the incident, almost completely unrecognizable. Bloody stone coated in your handprints and a mocking message written in your blood, urging Sky to give up and run away to never return.

Sky didn’t give up, but he lost you.

Sky shuddered in disgust at the unpleasant memory, removing his hand from your hair in favor of holding his sail cloth to his nose, breathing in the perfume of his beloved. The scent calmed him in his times of high anxiety, which was something he desperately needed at that moment. The image of your body, blood soaked, bruised, and lifeless was enough to make him vomit. Your eyes had been slashed through and gouged, hair messily chopped off, the tips of your pointed ears had been missing, hands and feet shredded, it was all too much to think about so early in the morning. Sky stood once he got his heartbeat back under control, deciding a walk would be best, where he couldn’t see your awfully familiar face.

The chain woke one by one, you being the fifth. You excused yourself to the river to take care of some personal hygiene, surprised when Wind insisted on coming with you. The anxious look in his eyes that he hid behind a cheerful smile worried you, so you let him tag along. Wind stayed close by you as you brushed your teeth and wiped your face down, making small talk about whatever came to mind. Wind worriedly kept himself in a position to catch you if you’d somehow fallen in, hands tense and shoulders drawn upwards. The water was his home, but he didn’t know if you could swim.

He wasn’t keen on finding out.

Wind found it so weird how different you were now, not used to how tall and muscular you’d become. He remembered you as the kid a year younger than him, missing a few teeth and dressed in a long tunic you’d gotten from your sailor father. It was much too big for you, but you wore it on top of every outfit. Big, bright eyes, stared him down from atop the outpost, and he recalled how the two of you would run about the island, causing good-natured trouble. You had cried when he left and his sister had been kidnapped, but you stayed with his grandma to help around the home like you’d promised. Unfortunately, in his absence, you’d decided to follow in his footsteps and head off into the Great Sea, becoming caught in a whirlpool caused by a Big Octos. You and your small vessel were thrown into the ocean, becoming washed up on Dragon Roost Island.

You’d drowned in the Great Sea, causing Wind regret for every day he hadn’t been there for you. He was a pirate for Hylia’s sake- and his best friend drowned. What irony.

“So. I was thinking about how Time is like- an old man, right?” Wind snapped out of his memories at your words, “right?” His face broke into a small smile, all attention now directed at you. Your eyes were the same, if not just a tad hardened. He’d missed his best friend.

“So. We know that he’s married to Malon, y’know, Mother Time.”

“Mother Time??” Wind snickered at your words, “are you sure your head is screwed on right?”

“Just hear me out! So- Time is an old man, Malon is “Mother Time” so does that make Time “Father Time?” Wind sat there next to you, contemplating your early morning rambling.

“Pfft-“ he busted out laughing a second later, “Father Time?! He isn’t even a dad yet!!”

“But he becomes one!! Twilight is evidence of that!!”

“But he isn’t yet!!”

“But he WILL be!!” The two of you went back and forth, giggling about your fake arguing all the way back to camp. Wild met you both at the forest’s edge, tapping at something on that odd slate he wore on his hip. The eye on the back freaked you out, but most eyes did nowadays.

“Hey Wild one.” You let your shoulder gently brush against his, smiling with your eyes before wandering over to Time. Wild stared at you for a moment, Wind pausing by his side with a very animated face.

“What’s with that face Sailor?”

“You look like how Twi looks when he’s having a “sunset moment” the same face and everything!”

“Wha- I do not!” Wild flustered, the space under his eyes turning red, confirming Wind’s suspicions, “they’re familiar to you now, aren’t they?” Wild let his eyes drift back to you, “maybe..”

“hey Father Time.” You sat yourself down next to the older man, not being spared a glance, but graced with a small, fatherly smile,

“Father Time? That’s a new one.”

“I’ll have more by the end of the day.” He huffed, armor and protective gear set aside in favor of a plain, tan shirt. You watched him construct arrows, a comfortable silence resting upon the both of you. Time was a kind man, but strict and set in his ways more often than not. The man had seen more on his travels than anyone else, (maybe Legend got close, but not close enough). Yet, he was still kind, he laughed, he cared.

“You’ve got something on your mind.” Time broke the silence first, an uncommon thing,

“Yes, but I always do.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not yet, I don’t have the words for it.” He nodded his head as you took another bite of your apple, not pushing you further. You looked out as Ravio and Warriors started bickering near the fire pit and Wind climbed onto Sky’s shoulders to grab a large branch from a tree above. These moments felt warm, like a festering feeling in your chest was silenced as you watched this gaggle of hero’s be strangely domestic. You still didn’t notice the eyes that looked when you couldn’t, full of melancholy, grief, and a sense of relief.

Like how, with Time’s good eye catching glimpses of you in his peripherals.

You’d been younger in his timeline, eighteen, losing your parents before you and him ever met, when he was still with the Kokiri and the Deku tree. You’d been orphaned so young and dealt with more hardship than a child should, melding your young mind into something cynical and angry. You worked at the palace as the royal herbalist when he met you, but you were already a concern. You were dissociative, slight in your words, and showed a blatant disregard for your own safety. There were many times you’d wandered into monster territory or scarred your hands with the careless slip of a herbalist’s knife. In the hands of war and the concern for Hyrule’s safety, you slipped through the cracks, convincing yourself that no one would care if you were gone.

Time was the one that found you.

Slumped against a wall, blood soaked into the arms of your shawl, blood covered knife fallen to the ground not two feet away. He hadn’t screamed so loud in years, sending staff and royals alike to come running. He cradled you in his arms, trying to stop the bleeding, begging people to help him, but you’d already gone cold. Maybe you and him hadn’t been awfully close, but he still considered you a friend and a trusted voice of reason, creating a longing for a friendship he’d accepted as gone.

Then you fell through the portal, the same person, but not his (Y/N).

Hylia could be unbelievably cruel, but Time was well aware of that. You showed vague signs Time could catch, but nothing concerning enough for him to think you were a danger to yourself. Sometimes though, if he looked at you from a slight distance and you had a furrowed brow, he couldn’t deny just how uncannily similar you looked to someone he knew was dead.

“You look like you have a lot on your mind.” You eyed the man beside you. Time hummed, sitting a finished arrow aside,

“I’m alright.”

“Are you?”

“Yes.” You didn’t push any further, laughing with a squawk as Wind brandished a huge branch like a sword. He wobbled a little as he swung it around; almost hitting Legend.

“Watch it Sailor!!”

“Then don’t get in my way!!” Hyrule and Wild laughed and you joined in, showing off a missing tooth or two. Hyrule’s face lit up at your smile, while Wild deflated, blue eyes growing unfocused and droopy, breaths slowing. Wolfy sauntered up beside the hero, whining concerningly as the hustle and bustle quickly died down. You turned to look at Time, worry etched into your eyes,

“He’s alright. Give him a moment.”

“Are you sure?” Wild was staring right at you, but not able to meet your gaze, truly out of it.

“Yes.”

A forest’s edge, a mountain’s side, a great bridge, many locations flashing inside his memory. Wild felt like he was falling, but he could see himself standing perfectly upright and still. The flashing stopped in a room he was only slightly familiar with, decorated with elegant furniture and intricate rugs. Zelda’s room was one he’d never seen in perfect condition, only ruins in a castle surrounded by death. He stood on the inside of the door, watching Zelda and someone who..looked like you, speak. A cute smile decorated your face, wide with a tooth gap and missing a bottom canine. Zelda’s face mirrored your’s, giggling behind her gloved hand at something you’d said.

Link was brought into the conversation when you looked to him, asking for his opinion on a trivial topic, but you and Zelda were his friends. He gave an honest, slightly flustered answer, sending you and Zelda both back into fits of giggles. Was this an ancestor of your’s? Was it you? Your hair was the same, eyes, face. The most striking difference was the prosthetic arm in place of your real, left one. It was made of a deep colored wood and sectioned into four separate pieces. Shoulder, forearm, wrist, hand, all connected with the same metal they used to make swords.

You could move it like it was your actual, flesh and blood hand, but how? Link continued to watch the two of you talk as the memory started to shift into another vision he wished he could push away. Another memory of the calamity cursed his eyes, but it was vague and brief, cradling a prosthetic arm.

Wild snapped back into reality with a gasp, feeling a gentle, yet firm hand on his back, caressing up and down to try and make his descent back into reality a peaceful one. The captain looked down at him with a concerned look, “Are you alright?” Wild nodded, his long, blonde hair falling into his face. Warrior gently pushed it back, catching the end of a mumbled sentence, “what was that?”

“The calamity…it’s what took them in my world..” Warrior frowned, a deep motion in his facial features that didn’t suit him. Continuing to go up and down Wild’s back, making sure you weren’t in ear shot, “I’m sorry Wild.” The two looked up in surprise when you quickly approached, worry written all over your face, “Wild! Are you okay? You got all-“ surprised when Wild’s arms quickly wrapped around you, pulling you in for a tight and comforting hug, you froze up for a moment before returning it. “Spacey?” One hand pressed to the back of his head and the other slung across his back, “hey..it’s okay. Whatever you saw, it can’t hurt you now.”

Wild could’ve cried at how sweet you were, but resisted in favor of squeezing you tighter and burying his face into your shoulder. Warrior and you shared a concerned look as you ran your fingers through Wild’s hair, “pfft..you need to brush your hair. There’s more knots than a sail boat.” Wild chuckled into your shoulder, “maybe.”

“No maybes! You do! When’s the last time you actually brushed it? With a brush?”

“Uh-“ he pulled away, just an inch, still holding you, “a few..daaays ago?”

“A few days or a few weeks?”

“Uh-“

“Wild!!”

“I’m sorry! It slipped my mind!”

“Go sit down so I can brush it out! Hylia above!” You let go to grab your brush from your bag, not seeing how Warrior and Wild looked at you with what could be described as lovesick eyes. Wolfy, who’d been quietly observing the interaction, walked over to nose through your bag. He pulled the brush from the fabric and leather, handing it to you, “aw, good boy Wolfy!” You kissed his feral furred head and walked to where Wild had made himself comfortable in your sleeping area.

You sat behind him on your knees and pulled his hair tie from his head, letting it hang loosely around your wrist as you gently dragged the brush from his roots all the way to his ends. Wolfy sat with the two of you, resting his head in Wild’s lap and letting himself indulge in some ear scratches. You’d all recoup today and then head off tomorrow, so some light fun and relaxation wasn’t a big deal. Wolfy watched out of the corner of his eye as you worked away at Wild’s unruly hair, a subtle weight in his chest taking up space.

Dinner and night came just like the evening before, fast and bustling. Twilight had finally arrived back, sitting down with you as dinner went on. He was almost shoulder to shoulder with you, eating the salmon Time had caught. Not minding the contact, you sunk into Twilight’s side until he wrapped a strong arm around you, part of his pelt draping across your back.

His strong arm squeezed your forearm, rubbing up and down as you started to doze. The familiarity was an ache he was all too familiar with, he shared it with his feelings about Midna.

He’d lost you just like everyone in the chain had, an event he felt was completely preventable. You were a kind, younger adult in his village. He and you had a sibling bond, caring for one another and growing up side by side, watching each other achieve goals, and rooting for each other in every instance. You helped wrangle up the children, tend to farms and gardens, and took care of the older folk. It also didn’t hurt that your foraging skills and keen sense of direction made you a vital part of the community, a part that was brutally stripped from them.

You were one of the first to die at the hands of Zant, caught in the crossfire of battle. Twilight hadn’t even seen it happen, but more the aftermath. Zant removing his scimitar from your chest, your airless begging for help, clawing at the ground below you before the life left your eyes.

Twilight held your cold body in his arms, shakily reaching up to slip your eyes shut.

Twilight watched as your eyes slipped shut, finally falling into sleep beside him. His eyes downcast to the dirt floor of the forest, holding you securely, like you’d somehow dissipate into nothing.

Your dream was the same as it always had been, staring out at the field you’d die in again and again, forever in a limbo that started and ended with death. Zelda sat with you like she always did, but tonight was a night she spoke, “you seem very attached to the many Links you’ve met.” You couldn’t stop the embarrassed sound that left you,

“It’s hard not to be.”

“Oh? How so?”

“They’re all so kind to me, strength and courage run through them, they..they understand.”

“They do not know what has happened to you, but that’s fair when you don’t know what’s happened to them.”

“What do you mean?”

“Every one of you has secrets, I have secrets, my Link still holds many.” She looked up at the sky, “let me give you a piece of advice, look at their eyes, look when they think you aren’t, notice what you’ve been missing.”

“What am I-“ she didn’t let you respond, tapping your forehead and sending you back to the waking world, you hated how that’s how she had to do it.

You awoke in Twilight’s pelt, wrapped securely to make sure none of the morning cold could pass through you, snuggled up with the rancher himself. You took a sharp intake of breath, red creeping up to your ears and hands clenching the warm animal fur. When had you fallen asleep? Did he move you here? It had to have been early if not even Twilight was up yet, was the sun up? You looked around, watching as the sky was slowly turning to day. Would it be bad to just- enjoy this? The teasing may be catastrophic, but the warmth and the love? This wasn’t something you received often, a hug, being held, care from someone other than Zelda. Twilight’s muscular arm shifted, squeezing you tighter as his cheek nuzzled into the top of your head.

You decided that you’d endure some teasing for another moment of contentment.

“Guuuuys! Get up!!” Wind jumped on Twilight, shaking both of you as his knees dug into Twilight’s back. The rancher groaned and rolled to knock Wind off of him, making you giggle as you let your eyes open again. You hadn’t gone back to sleep, Zelda wouldn’t let you, so you’d dozed for a few more hours until the others around started to stir. Wind laughed and rolled onto his back, pushing himself up and scampering over to grab your hand and pull you to your sleepy feet, “ugggh! You two have been asleep forever!”

“Wind-“ you snorted, “it’s only early morning.”

“How would you know? Didn’t you just wake up?” Four and his two-sense were going to cause violent acts from you one of these days, even if you did love the rat man,

“I’ve been dozing more than sleeping, I was warm. Sue me.” Four quirked an eyebrow at you as he tied his bandanna around his head, then glanced over at Twilight, then you again. Crossing your arms, you quirked your own back, “got a problem?”

“Hm. Nothing. Nothing at all.” What? What was that about? You looked away, but watched through your peripherals as Four smiled something soft and kind. That wasn’t a look you’d seen on his face before, weird. Time and Sky started clearing up their sleeping bags as you helped Wild gather his cooking supplies, enduring the teasing you knew was inevitable. Wind leant over the two of you as you worked, talking about whatever came to his mind. He was like a little brother to you, so you listened with a smile.

Warriors helped you with your own belongings as Hyrule watched from a distance, Four joining him not a moment later, “So. They’re kind, like you said.”

“Tell me about it..” Hyrule slumped a little, he missed you so dearly, but you weren’t the same. Four watched Hyrule’s expression before turning his own back to you as you slung your satchel over your shoulder.

He knew you’d been familiar, but not in the way he thought of. You were an elusive person in his Hyrule, someone people mumbled about, but would never approach. You’d been the same age as him, but that’s all he ever really knew about you. Common knowledge however is that you lived in the Lost Woods and that you possessed unparalleled magical abilities, passed down through generations by ways of word and practice. Your grandmother had been a kind soul, a witch, rare for the time. What was even more rare was how you never perished in those woods, having moved there once your grandmother had passed on. You walked to and from without issue or injury, baffling himself and the town.

Not a soul knew how you did it, but between kidnapped friends and danger around every corner, Four never really took the time to know you. He felt a bit bad, but now his grief wasn’t as burdening like everyone else in the chain. You had…disappeared without a trace. A few people searched for you, but when efforts were not immediately successful, they’d given up.

Four had found your bones.

Buried deep in the dirt, your bones were oddly bent and shaped, warped and corroded like a sword left outside for a decade. Magic laced your entire being, like you’d burnt out.

Had you?

Four took a deep breath, hearing the voices he shared a body with whisper about you. They all had their opinions about you now, but all Four could think was how happy you looked. Before, your brow was always furrowed, hands clenched, snarl on the verge of your lips, but not here. Not now.

Hyrule looked down at Four with a questioning expression before watching you again, unaware you were watching them back. Had they been staring at you for long? Hyrule looked so sad and Four looked curious, maybe a bit puzzled? You averted your gaze before they could catch it, making sure you had all your belongings as Time gathered everyone’s attention,

“We’re heading North, keep close by, we don’t know where we are just yet.” Everyone started walking by the river, close enough to see it through the trees, but not be seen by anyone outside of the forest. Warriors walked with you, hand resting on the hilt of his sword, “do you have any arrows?”

“Hm?” You looked up at him, “uh- a few fire arrows and a bunch of normal ones, why?”

“Just wondering, I saw Time making some, maybe you could spare a few?”

“Oh- I could! I have plenty.” Warriors couldn’t help the cold shiver that ran down his spine when he saw you handle a few normal arrows, gently sliding them into Time’s quiver, along with the few he’d bought and the small amount he’d crafted. The old man had noticed, but made no comment.

Warriors looked away, biting his bottom lip until he tasted copper in his mouth, red and oozing just like old wounds of a past incident bled.

“I told you to stay out of the line of fire!! Why must you insist on disobeying me at every turn?!”

“I know what I’m doing Link! You have no idea how to handle your archers!”

“Excuse me? You question my authority, disobey direct orders, almost get three of my men killed, and have the gall to tell me I don’t know how to handle my archers?!” Warrior’s hands slammed down on the table in front of him, urging you to stand and punch some sense into him. A snarl left you, feet planted firmly on the ground as you pushed yourself upright; chair falling to the ground with a loud thump, “I do!! I hold no respect for a captain that does not use every ounce of man power he has! We are long-range fighters and you refuse to utilize that in battle!”

“You are not needed in this particular fight! You are ordered to stay down and be backup if things go south! I do not need you shooting into crowds where you may not hit the right target!”

“Are you questioning my ability with a bow??”

“I’m questioning your intelligence.” The two of you stared at each other, faces red, panting angrily.

“We’ll see where that gets you.” Your boots made loud sounds as you stomped out of the tent, angry mumbling and the sound of twigs snapping following close behind. Warriors sighed as he sunk back into his chair, gloved hand raising to rub at his temple. You were so infuriating.

Warrior was avoiding you.

You pouted next to the fire pit that Wild had set up, elbows rested on your crossed knees. The chain had walked for hours, revealing that you were in your own Hyrule, which excited you. A chance to sit in your own home, sleep in your own bed, and see your friend Beedle were making your heart buzz and hands shake. Your excitement was stunted just a bit when you’d realized that Warrior was basically refusing to come near you, always having something else to do when you came near for a conversation. Everything and anything you could’ve ever done wrong raced through your thoughts, but even though your anxiety screamed you’d done something unforgivable, you honestly came up with no discernible reason for his sudden reluctance to come near you.

Warriors watched you from where he’d set up his sleeping bag, your Hyrule was beautiful and flourishing with plant life, an unfamiliar sight for many in the chain. He picked a flower he’d never seen before, picking the petals off one by one while staring off into space.

“Once again you disobey me! Is your life mission to make my job harder than it has to be?! We are in the middle of a war and you’re acting like a spoilt child!” Warriors was looming above you, eyes full of nothing but rage, teeth clenched as he growled through them, “You may be the most incapable soldier I’ve ever had the displeasure of having fight by my side!”

You stared up at Link, you couldn’t argue with him now. The light in your eyes, the fire that urged you to argue and yell, it had fallen downward as your gaze did. The mistakes you made had come with unforeseen consequences, thankfully only to yourself. An enemy arrow had to be removed from your side and you were on permanent bed rest until the wound at least scabbed over. Link continued to rant and rave, nothing he said was incorrect.

“I have half a mind to send you home!” Link growled when he saw you staring at your lap, reaching down to grab your face in his gloved hand, “listen to me!” You made a muffled sound behind his hand, but he made no effort to let you go, “You are to stay in bed and heal, then we will have a conversation on where you will be put next. Trust it won’t be anywhere pleasant.” You mustered up your best glare, which made his harden, “you are smarter than this. Act like it.” He tossed your face aside and stormed out, blue scarf billowing behind him.

Could this get any worse?

Your eyes moved to look at Warrior, all spaced out and picking at a common rose, maybe you had to corner him to find out what this was all about? Standing up, you walked straight up to him, but even standing in front of him didn’t catch his attention. Sighing, you gently nudged him with your boot, snapping him back into reality, “Wars..”

“Oh! Uh- (Y/N)! I didn’t see you-“

“I know. Can we please talk??”

“What?” He looked shocked, maybe afraid, why?

“Something is going on and I want answers. Please..just talk to me.” Warrior couldn’t help how his face reddened from embarrassment, he was acting like a child who’d gotten in trouble, how humiliating, “fine..but not here.”

“Okay?” He stood to his full height and gently took your hand in his, squeezing before leading you away from everyone else. Multiple pairs of eyes stared into your backs.

“(Y/N)!!” Was that..was that Link? Blood spat from your mouth as your eyes started to roll back, ugh. He was going to yell at you again- you’d messed up again, hadn’t you?

The captain cradled your body, using his scarf to press down on your wounds, “stay awake for me- no! Don’t close your eyes!! Open them! Open them dammit!!” Why couldn’t you ever listen to him? Why did you always fuck up so badly? Your mind raced as your heartbeat slowed, you were a brilliant archer, but you could never follow directions.

Link hyperventilated as he saw the life slip away from you, arrows protruding from your weak and blood-soaked body, “Ugh! Someone! Anyone!! Get the medic!! Now!-“ he felt a hand cradle the side of his wet face, when had he started crying? Link’s blue eyes shifted down to your’s, watching the tears that pooled in them, “hey..captain?” Your voice had never sounded so weak,

“Yes?..” Link hadn’t meant to whisper it, but any louder and he feared he’d start sobbing,

“I’m..sorry about your scarf..” you coughed one more time, blood coating your chin and all the way down the front of your tunic. Link had never screamed so loud, cradling your lifeless body as your bow slipped from your hands.

You stared at Warrior with wide, horrified eyes. The tale he’d just told you could shatter even the bravest of men, but now you sat there, taking in everything he’d just said. A different version of you, someone who held your name and face, had died in his timeline, a gruesome death at that.

Warrior watched your expression shift, almost like you were experiencing the stages of grief.

“I..I’m not them, but I’m close enough to remind you-“

“Remind everyone actually.”

“What?”

“Everyone in the chain had a version of you, someone with your name and face. You could’ve been older, younger, dressed differently, acted off from now, but you were still you.”

“Did..did I- they-“

“Yes. Every one of us has experienced your death in different ways, no one wanted to bring it up, a hard topic to talk about. It was also just really hard to explain.” You brought a hand to your mouth, “I can’t..that isn’t possible. It can’t be.”

“I’m sorry (Y/N), but it’s true.” You were going to throw up. You felt the bile and morning breakfast quickly ascend to leave your body, shooting to your feet to not get it all over you and Warrior. You rushed to the nearest tree to lean on before everything spilt out of you, holding back any hair you had in the line of fire. Oh Hylia. This had so many disturbing implications of your existence, especially since you’d died in your own timeline, you were just lucky enough to come back.

The vomiting only stopped once you were empty, Warrior rubbing your back as you panted and cried. This was awful.

Warrior carried you back to camp on his back, despite your protests of still being able to walk, but he deemed you too shaky. He laid you down in your sleeping bag and tucked you in, silently telling everyone to shut up and leave you alone with a hardened glare. Everyone gathered around the fire once you’d fallen sleep,

“They know.”

“What?!” Wind was shushed by Warrior not a second later, “yes- they know now. I told them. I told them everything.”

“Why would you do that??” Hyrule blinked owlishly at the captain, “we could’ve never told them, it wouldn’t have hurt anything!”

“But it already was! It was hurting us! I did what I felt was right; which was telling them the truth.” Time nodded in agreement with Warrior, “It was the right thing to do.”

“How can you say that?? They now know every other timeline results in their death at some point! That cannot be an easy thing to handle!” Hyrule looked just as furious as he did worried, fiddling with his ring faster, “they were my- my everything. They were everything I had. They cannot possibly be told that I loved them- or a version of them, and for fucks sake- lost them!”

“Rule, please.” Time placed a heavy hand on the panicking hero’s shoulder, causing him to fall into his palms. Hyrule sniffled as his hands covered his face, “they were everything to me.”

“They were something to all of us.” Legend frowned, “and it’s best they know that.” Ravio nodded along, “they’re not the same person, but they’re them in someway to each of us. I think it’s just nice to see them happy.”

“Tell me about it.” Time frowned, “it is nice to see them in a better place, we should cherish these moments, tell them what they should know.” Hyrule reluctantly nodded, face still in his hands,

“Doesn’t mean I’ll like it.”

“No one will.” Time gave Hyrule a reassuring pat.

Once again you sat in your headspace, the fields around you billowing in the face of strong and unrelenting winds. You’d screamed, cried, stomped around, but now all you could do was sit. Were you a mistake? Were you not worthy of Hylia’s love? Why did you die in every timeline, Including your own?

What was your purpose?

A gentle hand rested against your shoulder like it had so many times, but another joined it on your opposite shoulder. You sniffled with watery eyes, looking up to come face to face with a man you’d only heard vague stories of. His blonde hair was wild and long, black shawl draped over his shoulders and pooling at the ground by his feet, and eyes such a striking blue you could assume for a moment you were staring at the ocean. An involuntary sob was wretched from your throat, falling into Zelda and Link’s arms as you sunk back into your knees, “I wish I’d stayed dead!” You wailed, “I’m not supposed to be alive!” Link’s strong hand tangled into your hair, pulling you close to his chest as Zelda ran her perfectly cut nails down your back.

“You belong where you are, no matter what has befallen any version of you. Life is precious, you are living what you’ve been given.” Link’s voice was smoother than honey, a deep tune you’d never heard before,

“I’ve died before! But- but I didn’t stay dead! Why??”

“The fairies.” Zelda answered, “they wanted you alive. Link wouldn’t take your soul, we all believed it wasn’t your time.”

“When will my time be??” Zelda and Link looked to each other, eyes worried and hearts heavy, “not now. Not soon.” They both spoke in unison, continuing to hold you. Hours went by before Zelda sent you back to reality, letting your eyes open as the sun started to set. Sitting up, you looked over to the chain, sitting around the fire.

Wild noticed you first as you trudged over, sitting yourself rather ungracefully onto the ground, “tell me.”

“What?..” Wild blinked and you almost sunk under all their eyes, “tell me how I died. All of you.” The men sputtered or looked away, shame radiating throughout the group.

The answers started coming.

Magic necklace that cooked you alive.

Bled out after escaping the Lost Woods.

Ritualistically sacrificed.

Tortured to death.

Drowned.

Suicide.

The Calamity.

Murdered by a great enemy.

Magically burnt out in the Lost Woods.

Shot to death by enemy arrows.

“I’ve died in my timeline as well.” Standing to your feet, you lifted your tunic to reveal the scar that littered your side, horrified eyes were all that stared back.

“Stabbed to death by a monster you’ve never met. I wear him around my neck, forever encased.” Hyrule had a hand clutching over his mouth, tears building in his eyes, nails digging into his skin, “(Y/N)..” you continued, cutting him off,

“I..I understand why you guys didn’t tell me. I wouldn’t have told me either if I was in your shoes, but I’m glad you did. I needed to know, it was important.” You sighed, heavy and burdened, “let’s get to my village, I want to sleep in my own bed for once. Then we will discuss more.” The bustle started back up again, and you all headed for your village, not a few miles North.

Hyrule’s hand interlocked with your’s.

Once again, life goes on.

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AAAAH THIS TOOK ME DAYS!

Sorry it was so long, I just had so many ideas.

Keep in mind that (besides Time, Sky, and Wind for obvious reasons) these interactions could be seen as romantic, it’s very much implied with Hyrule, but if you wanted to see some of these other interactions as romantic (besides the three listed) then that’s totally fine.

I had so much fun with this and I hope you enjoyed reading! I may make a part two but that’s a total maybe and def a distant future escapade. Have a nice day and stay safe! <3

[moss-in-my-shoes]

-Linked Universe Headcanons!-

I am in LOVE with Linked Universe by @linkeduniverse literally so creative and fun! And the art is amazing! So ima do a little series (among all my creepypasta, marble hornets, and pastamonsters content lmao) of the sillies!

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If the Links (including Ravio) were an indie/cozy video game, which would they be?

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Time: House Flipper

Time would love House Flipper hands down! It’s a chill game with only a few hints at lore, not story driven, or heavily goal driven, he can do what he wants at his own pace. He enjoys the slow feeling of putting details into a freshly refurbished house, the satisfaction of matching together floors and walls (while ignoring what the buyers actually want), and seeing trashed houses he gets to fix! (You will not catch him playing haunted mode, it messes with his tranquility and it always glitches out and makes him rage quit lol).

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Twilight: Night In The Woods

Night In The Woods is the definition of story driven gaming, but it isn’t completely linear. You always end up at the same ending, (generally? There are different endings, but it’s only really based on dialogue I’m pretty sure?), but you cannot see everything the game has to offer through one play-through, and Twilight loves that he can replay a few times and still find something new. Twilight loves the vibes of the game, the spooky feelings, the mini games, the jokes. He just loves the art style and how every character’s dialogue sounds real, like something he could imagine a real person actually saying. (Greg is also his favorite).

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Warriors: Hollow Knight

Warriors would love the challenge of Hollow Knight, it’s a difficult game where you have to find out a lot of things on your own, and he feels even smarter when he figures out a hard puzzle or beats a particularly hard boss. He loves the art and how dark and gloomy everything is, learning the lore, and gets unreasonably attached to all the bugs in the old town as they take refuge. He would totally be one of those people who thinks he’s better than you because he beat the game and you didn’t, but it’s all in good fun.

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Wild: Untitled Goose Game

This one is basically self explanatory. Wild doesn’t want to solve problems and make people happy while playing video games, he wants to cause CHAOS. No one can stop him from stealing, destroying, inconveniencing, and he loves everything he can do and get away with. He loves putting the goose in little outfits, but also loves when the goose is holding the knife in their beak! This game is basically letting Wild get all of this out of his system so he doesn’t act like the goose in real life.

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Legend: Stardew Valley

Legend acts like a hard ass and tells people he plays impossibly hard games with terrifying graphics and horrible boss fights. Then you look over his shoulder and he’s playing Stardew Valley. He loves the methodical systems you can set up; get up, pet his cat Peewee, put water in his bowl, feed and pet the chickens, grab eggs, etc. He likes making it repetitive and keeping order, earning money and growing his farm slowly over time. He ends up living with Krobus, but dates Sebastian. (Reminds him of someone he knows.) He also hoards everything.

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Sky: Miitopia

Sky really wanted Tomadachi Life 2, but settled for Miitopia. He really likes the customization and story line, and also made the entire chain into Mii’s to fill out the characters in the story. Sky made his Zelda to be the princess, but would deny it if anyone asked. He purposefully moves the roles around if someone in the chain makes him angry or does something stupid. Thinks the fighting mechanics are repetitive, but loves the developing relationship aspect and the little outings the characters can go on.

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Hyrule: What Remains of Edith Finch

To me, Hyrule seems like a pretty melancholy guy. He’s more serious and has this sense of sadness radiating around him, not saying he’s 100% sad all the time! More like he’s experienced a lot. What Remains of Edith Finch is a story driven walking game where you explore the old home of the last member of the Finch family, Edith. Hyrule loves the time consuming process and the slow build to the climax of the game. He loves to learn about everything he can, taking the time to experience the game in its entirety, and figuring out the deeper meanings and lore behind everything.

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Four: Unpacking

Four takes himself very seriously, but the Minish in him cannot pass up on a game about organization and putting together a personalized space. (More headcanons about the Minish in a different post!) Four plays the game in less than twelve hours, gets all the secret stickers, and cries at the end of the game and its ending credits song. My guy literally sobs his eyes out and you cannot convince me otherwise. Four really loves all the little details, like when the purple cup becomes a tooth brush holder after being broken, and all the traveling souvenirs that show up every time there’s a new level. The game is bright, colorful, and a chill experience he can take at his own pace.

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Wind: Wandersong

Wind is here for long ass games with tons of people to talk to, quests, and things to unlock and see. Wind loves music and puzzle games, so this is the perfect fit for him! He never messes up a note and always picks the nicest conversation option, he also learns all the dances and uses them constantly. After the game was finished (after crying like Four did at the ending sequence) he made the mask of the guy who teaches you all the dances! He also learns a bunch of the songs to play in the wind, confusing the locals.

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​Ravio: Minecraft

My precious merchant man. He uses Minecraft as a trade and selling kind of game, after he gets basics and decent tools and food. My man sets up farms. Iron farms, villager farms, water, lava, wheat, literally everything. He grinds in the caves for hours, collecting all the resources he needs to live a comfortable Minecraft life and build his own kingdom. He makes everyone in the chain a home, including himself (the biggest one ofc). Builds a beautiful village, a magical pond, downloads a million mods, he makes Minecraft a whole different experience.

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That’s it for now! I hope you liked my opinions on the sillies!

[moss-in-my-shoes]

-Tim Wright Headcanons-

Tw: horror and self harm imagery!!!! 18+ ONLY.

The most normal out of the three men.

He’s probably had about fifty jobs at this point, every gas station in a twenty mile radius has probably hired Tim.

He can’t ever keep it though, not when he’s disappearing for weeks at a time and ghosting them whenever he, Jay, and Brian have to run away from Alex/The Operator.

Bro just wants to live a normal, mundane life.

Feel like he’s unlabeled when it comes to sexuality, he’ll date any gender as long as they’re not a bad person, but prefers men.

Thinks Hoodie is annoying and Jay is reckless.

Is also super intimidated by Hoodie and that messes with his head, gay panics about it a lot.

Is neutral about Masky and his existence, but when Masky is in control, it’s like blacking out for Tim.

He wakes up disoriented, sore, and feels like he needs to smoke seventeen cigarettes.

Masky is slowly becoming more and more Tim and Tim is slowly becoming more and more Masky.

It’s starting to scare him.

Met Brian when he was very young, before he started going to the hospital, but they rekindled their friendship in high school and college.

Definitely smokes a pack a day.

Actually liked Alex up until Marble Hornets happened, but was more obvious about not liking him with his mannerisms and attitude later on.

Hangs onto Jay when they’re investigating to make sure he doesn’t get himself killed.

Unaware that Brian also does that to him.

Wanted to be an astronaut as a kid.

Definitely over-diagnosed and under-diagnosed at the same time.

Is still getting all the pills they need because of it.

Loves orange only because Jay likes it.

Honestly hates alcohol, it tastes like piss to him, he makes that “this shit nasty” scrunched face- but this dude literally smokes the cheapest and most disgusting cigarettes on the planet.

Resting bitch face all the time. He has it when he’s happy, when he’s angry, when he’s sleeping, mf gets tan lines in his eyebrow creases because he’s always got attitude.

Ocarina of Time fan, has beat it a few times and has a keychain of Epona.

Masky fucks up his tough guy persona by acting like a rodent.

Had a puppy when he was little, he doesn’t know what happened to him though.

Moths follow him everywhere, even in the daytime, or if there’s no light around him, there’s still moths.

Is a bit of a pretentious asshole when it comes to music, like he thinks he’s slightly better than you if you don’t listen to a certain selection of artists.

“Name five of their songs” lookin ass bitch. He doesn’t mean to be mean though? (Maybe).

Helps Jay take his T shots, he’s desensitized to needles, but can see how nervous it still makes Jay. Alex used to help Jay, but Tim took over when Alex went insane.

Is the only person who can actually touch the Operator when being attacked. Hoodie and Jay collapse, (Jay first, Hoodie second), but Tim can actually stay upright for long enough to actually touch it.

Tim describes it as what a dead channel on a Tv sounds like, vibrating under his skin, and what it would feel like if maggots ate his bones.

Jay and Brian made him stay in bed a lil longer after that particular incident.

Hasn’t cried in five years.

Wants to be a farmer now. Just taking care of animals, chasing after ducks and chickens, shoveling hay into a barn, driving a tractor. It’s all very appealing to him. (And if Jay and Brian were there, he wouldn’t complain).

Wraps an arm around Jay whenever they’re in public and keeps an eye out for Brian.

He’s obviously very gay for them I’m sorry, how am I supposed to not headcanon him being hella gay for those two???

Has a bunch of self harm scars, mostly from breakdowns where he couldn’t calm down unless he tore up his arms.

He thinks they’re ugly, but Hoodie always wants to run his hands over them, he only lets him if he’s Masky.

That’s it for now! Bye!

[moss-in-my-shoes]

-Old Legends- pt 3

18+ ONLY

When you were a child, maybe five or so, your grandad had taken you to this forest. It was midday, a little cloudy, but no rain. He’d helped you slip on your Minecraft jacket and held your hand so you wouldn’t slip and fall from the slick, muddied ground. It was the first time you’d ever been in the woods around the town, it was pleasant.

Grandad had scooped you off your feet, cradling you in his strong arms as you grew tired from all the walking. His heavy boots splashed through the muck with ease as he talked to you in his southern drawl, one you didn’t inherit as thick as his was, “Remember what I say love bug. The forest can be kind and safe, but it can also be cruel and dangerous. Stay on the main paths, steer clear of strangers, and never go to the water alone.” You’d already fallen asleep, unaware of his cautionary warnings.

Now you were twenty-five and your grandad was probably rolling in his grave at how many standard survival rules you were breaking. Not being aware was the main issue, especially as the main path dissipated in the white of the forest the further away you trudged- and you were actively heading towards open water.

The forest was quiet, which was actually something you knew was a very, very bad sign. Speeding up, your soaked sneakers squelched in protest. They screamed at you to go home and put on some proper gear, but you were too deep now, not when you felt like you may have a chance of getting somewhere.

Your feet moved faster when an unreasonable panic seeped into your skin, tracing a shiver up your spine when it felt like you were being watched.

Oh fuck. Was it the creature again? Were you about to become its next victim?? Oh fuck- oh shit!!

Your speed walking turned into all-out sprinting down the trail you’d been following. You took a moment to look behind yourself before your leg came in contact with something hard, making you and whatever it was skid into the snow. You coughed and sputtered as you flew a couple feet, shoes coming off the ground. You pulled your cold face from the ice with a sharp whine in the back of your throat.

A small groan echoed your whine, causing you to gasp and flip around, leaning back against your hands. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!

A creature of some kind, not quite bird, but close enough to be unsettling, was face-up in the snow just a few feet away. It had brown feathers and hair, a yellow beak, and small wings sticking out the sides of its head. Cringing, you scrambled back onto your feet and continued running, knife clutched tight in your palm. You truly weren’t stupid enough to stick around.

“W-wait!! Come back!”

“Go away!!” The thing was scampering after you, surprisingly fast for such a small thing- it couldn’t be any bigger than a toddler! You rushed around the bend of the path when clawed hands grabbed your ankle, taking you down once again, “son of a bitch!”

“Just wait a second! Please! I’ll be quick! I promise!” Gods- this thing sounded desperate! You kicked out at it and scrambled backwards in the snow, “what the fuck do you want from me?!” The thing let go, stepping back with his hands out, “j-just a salesman!”

“Salesman??”

“Yes! Salesman! I am Mr.Widemouth! Forest guide extraordinaire!”

“Forest guide..extraordinaire?”

“I guide those in the forest! Humans, monsters, animals, everyone! Just sign right here-“ he pulled out a red piece of paper from a small suitcase you hadn’t seen him pull from anywhere, “and you’ll be able to traverse this forest unscathed!” Suspicious, you cautiously took the red paper from him, reading the fine print while swiping snow from your face again, “This says “whoever signs this must be Mr.Widemouth’s friend forever.” He stood there, staring at you, “soooo..how about it??”

“No! I am not signing a demon contract with you!”

“Demon contract?! It is not a demon contract!

“Sure as hell seems like it!”

“I’m not a demon!”

“Yeah right!” He groaned as you stood up, pulling your knife from where you’d had it hidden. Fear lit up in his dark and yellow eyes, “okay! Okay! I’m not a forest guide! I’m just an exile from Lord Zalgo’s pit!” He started to weep into his claws, fuck. You did not sign up for this. Standing there for a few moments felt like a century of awkward tension.

“Okay..okay.” You slowly tucked your knife back in your pants pocket, he was..harmless looking, what could he really do? Maybe this was stupid, but you had to get going, by any means necessary. You crouched down to be closer to his height, “how about..I be your friend? No contract.”

“Really??” He lit up and it took everything in you to stay calm, this was so weird.

“Yes. Just no more scaring me, no contracts, and tell me where the boat runner is, what you are, and what..”Lord Zalgo’s pit” is.”

“Deal!” He started walking, “I can lead you to the boat runner! He’s a nice fellow! Doesn’t really talk much!”

“Okay?..” you cautiously followed as he started to ramble.

Wait- did he say his name was Mr.Widemouth?

LIKE THE STORY YOUR GRANDAD TOLD YOU?!

Sorry for any character interactions that seem ooc, I tried my best! Pastamonsters and this version of Mr.Widemouth belong to @oakmoviez who gave me permission to use their art in the collage I made! Make sure to check them out and all their cool art and stories! Especially the comic! Also keep in mind some of the text and interactions you and Mr.Widemouth have are taken from the early comic when Grinny and Mr.Widemouth meet! I didn’t come up with that myself!

[moss-in-my-shoes]

-find the Ark- pt 7

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WARNING: heavy mentions of abuse, injury, and slight gore. 18+ ONLY.

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You clamber your way rather ungracefully onto your knees, heaving forward into the wet leaves in front of you. All that comes up is water and stomach acid until you’re empty, panting hot breaths into the cold air. The temperature difference making wafts of white mist, but your blurry eyes are having trouble making it out.

You swiped the back of your gloved hand across the underside of your nose, staring at the blood that stained the cotton, thinking you couldn’t catch a break. Your hands grabbed the side of an old tree and tugged hard enough to get you upright.

Whole body aching, bleeding in more places than one, you trudged through the dark, horrifyingly familiar forest. The path was the same, but claws didn’t reach for you. Water didn’t envelope everything you could feel and see. There was no dead language built upon static and dead memories of past victims.

You’d be a dead ass liar if you said you didn’t cry.

Tears, wailing, coughing on air, snot, you cried your eyes out. Surviving an eldritch nightmare of what felt like days upon days of torture was nothing to scoff at.

You were allowed to cry. Fuck it.

It was so dark, it had to be the middle of the night, maybe four or five. The wind was cold, water drenching you down to your frigid bones. All you could do was walk deeper into the forest, afraid of every shadow, anything that moved, but the forest seemed to be empty. You made it to a small clearing after about a ten minute walk, but it felt like hours to you.

There was an old, dilapidated house standing off to the side. The door had been kicked in, holes in the wood of the front porch, windows shattered and broken, tagged with old and new spray paint.

Refuge.

You collapsed the moment you broke the threshold, hitting the floor with a loud thud, glass digging into where your palms tried to catch you. Your breathing was uneven, still crying slightly, disoriented. Were those hands? Who was touching you?

Gloved hands cradled your soaked face, swiping away blood with their thumbs. They turned you over to lay on your back, your vision too blurry to make out anything but colors.

Yellow. Black.

Oh gods, were you dead? You couldn’t be. Everything still hurt, nothing would hurt if you were dead.

Tissues were dabbed under your eyes, nose, where blood ran down your ears. You coughed up blood and felt like ambrosia touched your tongue when it was really just water. Another set of hands raised your head onto their lap, gently wiping hair from your face. You couldn’t open your eyes anymore, exhaustion was taking you away.

Thank god.

Masky sighed heavily through his mask when you visibly went unconscious, putting two warm fingers to the pulse behind your ear to make sure you were still alive. He felt your slow, exhausted heartbeat as Hoodie pulled your soaked sweater aside to access the wound decorating your left hip. Deep, bloody claw marks were embedded into your left hip, painful and pulsing. The three men in the room knew that more than anyone else that it was agonizing, covered in their own gifts from the Operator. Memories of fiery, hot pain were not lost on them.

Skully pulled out the first aid from Hoodie’s backpack, using his lighter to sterilize the needle Hoodie would be sewing you together with. Hoodie was precise, his hands didn’t shake, he didn’t get distracted. Hoodie was the only one Hoodie trusted with a needle.

Even though Skully told him over and over he could do it just fine, there was no swaying his decision.

Hoodie finished and Skully bandaged you everywhere else, apart from your face. That would have to stop on its own. Masky picked you up, tossing you over his shoulder like a rag-doll, ‘let’s go.’ He signed to the others, receiving two nods and the sounds of heavy boots on wood exiting the home. You’d wake up eventually, but none of them would want it to be in the woods.

COME BACK

[moss-in-my-shoes]

-Brian Thomas Headcanons-

TW: mentions of self harm and a bit of creepy/horror imagery? 18+ ONLY

Is he really Brian anymore? Is he still Hoodie? Where do the differences and the similarities end and start? Who is he now?

Brian is still Brian, but he’s also Hoodie. He was always Hoodie.

He’s strong. Smart. Skilled. Athletic. Why would he ever want to be anything else?

He and Masky are the twins, but they are nothing alike. Masky follows. Hoodie leads.

When he was Brian, he was sweet and kind, a golden hearted church boy with a love for football and his best friend Timothy Wright.

Now he carries a gun wherever he goes, balaclava covering his face, operator branded on his chest, right between his collarbones like some kind of cattle.

He’s angry. He’s observant. He’s got a plan and the tools to do it.

He’s protecting Jay from himself.

He thinks Jay is too nosy for his own good, gotta stop the mole from digging further and getting eaten alive by the snake’s nest hidden beneath the dirt.

If it’s by force? So be it.

Lock him in the motel room and sit in front of the door so he can’t leave.

Force feed him the pills he refuses to take to fight the operator sickness. They don’t need another Alex running around, a puppet taking doses of operator sickness every second of every day.

He’d force Tim to do the same, but Tim and him are pretty equal in weight and height, he’s harder to get down and even harder to keep down.

At least Tim willingly takes the pills.

Jay and him get along pretty well despite this.

Sitting together on the motel bed and watching MTV reruns, cuddled up at the sides while Jay leans his head on his shoulder and Brian’s gloved fingers trace patterns in Jay’s arm.

Brian senses a distance, but he doesn’t care.

Tim is hesitant. Tim is bothered. Tim is reluctant and scared.

Masky is just as clingy as Jay is, he’s woken up more than once with the two shoved into each of his sides.

He doesn’t like Skully as much as Jay.

Skully gets them into trouble, situations he’d need the ability to talk to get out of.

He can’t talk like he used to, it’s staticky, unfamiliar, it hurts. Not a lot hurts him anymore, but that does.

He’s always hated Alex, even before they started changing. He hated how Alex spoke to Jay, like an angry parent scolding a child. He hated how Alex screamed at them during rehearsals- who cares that the dog is there?? Leave Seth alone.

Jessica was his favorite. He still thinks about her when it’s late and the clock strikes three in the morning. He feels bad. He feels like he failed.

Amy was kind, she liked to talk to Brian about anything that could take her mind off of Alex. Brian wished he could’ve helped them both.

The operator takes things too fast. They didn’t deserve to die.

He keeps photos of both of them in his wallet, memorials of some kind. To show he remembers.

It’s hard to remember.

Could see himself living a happy life with Jay and Tim somewhere far away, in the woods. He feels connected to the woods. Like he was born and raised there. He wasn’t.

Unhealthily attached to the two men, but it’s hard not to be when they could be torn away at any moment.

Bruised and scarred knuckles and hands.

Takes an ungodly amount of pills to fight the operator sickness, which in turn makes him more into hoodie and less into Brian.

Will and has killed. Don’t ask who.

Misses what little memory he has left of his mom. He knows she’s alive, but she thinks he’s missing and dead.

Brian was the first.

It only followed Tim, Tim is immune to fully contracting the sickness. Brian is not.

Hates blankets. Too constricting. Too easy to get tangled. Sleeps on top of everything on a bed.

Strangely warm, always.

Eyes are crazed and dark. He used to have pretty green eyes with sparkles of hazel in the lines. Now they were black, pupils almost completely succumbed to dark color fading in. He looked strange. Scarred face, crooked nose from being broken, blackening eyes.

Medic. He has a first aid in his backpack.

Has stitched up Jay and Tim more than once.

Has a knife in his combat boots.

Likes to trace the scars on Tim’s arms, but he can only do it when Tim is Masky.

Loves Jay and Tim, but he’ll never say it.

That’s all for now! Bye!

[moss-in-my-shoes]

-Jay Merrick Headcanons-

Bro has a CHRONIC anxiety disorder, it can be so debilitating that he can’t get out of bed, loses everything in his system, or just stands there like- shaking and dissociating.

He’s taken tons of different medications for it, but those become basically obsolete once the events of Marble Hornets happens.

Then it gets even worse! Yippee!

Was friends with Alex first before anyone else in the Marble Hornets group, they met when Jay was an emo thirteen year old and Alex was a scene fourteen year old.

The two were really good and close friends before MH went down, Alex losing his mind due to the operator in the early stages is what initially made Jay distance himself.

Jay has a really, really bad coffee addiction. It doesn’t help his anxiety. No. He doesn’t care.

Insomniac to hell and back, man does not sleep a wink until his body physically forces him to crash for fifteen hours straight.

I can see him really liking the color orange, calls it an “unappreciated color.”

Undiagnosed autism, but he never got a chance to get tested. (Or enough money, that stuff expensive)

Worked at a comic book store before MH happened, which he actually thrived at.

Knows Skully exists. Chooses to ignore that part of himself unlike the others.

While Brian and hoodie are basically intertwined and Tim has a neutral outlook when it comes to Masky, Jay HATES Skully.

That isn’t him! At all! Skully is rude, obnoxious, steals things, loves getting reactions out of people! That’s not him!

Is it?

He doesn’t want to know.

Tim and Jay are very close, having this strange trauma bond due to the operator targeting them 99% of the time.

Jay talks nonstop and Tim listens, a very sweet and Classic dynamic.

Scrawny and skinny, bro could be brushed away by the slightest gust of wind.

It’s mainly due to malnourishment caused by his anxiety, but also the lack of money he and Tim had during MH to buy filling (and protein having) meals.

Dude has had that same jacket and hat for five years and you just know he barely washes either. The only reason they don’t absolutely STANK is because he’s a fairly clean person.

Talks about rats a lot, like all the different breeds, nesting habits, pet store vs wild, rats may be his special interest.

Dungeons and Dragons fan! Loves being the DM, but will play a Dragonborn bard if not.

Alex and Jay have ran many campaigns with different groups of people, even had a small campaign in college with the local DND club.

Jay had asthma as a kid and keeps his inhaler on him in case he suddenly gets an asthma attack again or something.

Meanwhile that shit expired six years ago.

Has a journal full of information he and Tim have found out about the operator/Skully/Masky/Hoodie.

He and Brian are very awkward. Jay had always admired him during filming, but now that Brian is also half Hoodie, he doesn’t see him as the same person anymore.

Will talk your ear off about anything and everything that slightly interests him.

Has a switchblade in his shoe he got from his dad.

Has three older brothers and four younger sisters.

He doesn’t talk to any of them, or any of his family for that matter.

Used to own a pair of heelies.

The wheels broke and he got sent flying, never used them again.

Has the operator mark (the circle with an x through it) on the back of his calf on his left leg. He doesn’t know it’s there.

Draws and writes on himself to remember things.

Knows how to play basic songs on the piano.

Also trumpet for some reason?? (Middle school band class)

If he was a song, I think he’d be “Spring and a Storm” by Tally hall.

Idk why, just strikes a cord with me that it’s Jay.

Also yes, he is a trans man 100%, been on T for three years.

That’s it for now! <3

[moss-in-my-shoes]

-Old Legends- pt 2

18+ ONLY

The trudge through the forest was a grueling one. Snow had piled up at least six inches since you’d been outside, your poor sneakers soaked through after a few minutes of walking. Where could you start in a paranormal investigation with no leads?

The creepy forest of course! Because that was so smart! The smartest decision! Most certainly not really, really fucking stupid! Going to the place where your grandad was murdered in front of your eyes!

Were you convincing anyone here?

The sharp hunting knife clutched in your hand dug its leather handle into the soft part of your palm, a grounding feeling that helped you keep your thoughts in order. All you could do was keep walking.

Passing by where your grandad had bled out three weeks prior was the hardest part. It was a small clearing by a man-made trail, where he’d been dragged by sharp claws and off-looking eyes. Holding up the photograph you’d taken, just far enough away to line up the trees on the sides with the ones in the daylight was an eerie sight. Your grandad reaching for you, the creature, your reflection in a nearby blood puddle.

Was that vomit or fear crawling up your spine?

Turning away, sneakers crunching wetly in the snow, continuing down the trail was really the only option you agreed with.

The trail looped about four miles around, but hitting the two mile mark granted you with a small rest-stop at the “mysterious tea party” or just some garden chairs and table abandoned there like- fifty years ago. People left offerings as a sign of good fortune, so you dug around in your pockets for a sense of normalcy. Two bottle caps came from your efforts, which were placed on the garden table as you slumped into one of the chairs you swept the snow off.

Cold wind blew against your face, birds flew above you, flakes of snow fell from the rustle of trees. Too bad there were unfiltered feelings of hatred, sorrow, and fear in your bones, maybe you would’ve enjoyed the sight otherwise.

Ringing. Was there a phone ringing??

Standing to your feet, you followed the sound of the ringing phone off the main trail. It echoed against trees, hit you in the face, it was almost screeching. Breaking through a small wall of fallen over branches greeted you with maybe the strangest sight you’d ever seen.

There was a landline phone attached to a thick oak tree, ringing out of control above a green set of drawers. Like in a trance, you approached the phone with a weary glare. Grandad had told you many stories about the forest, but not one about a mystery phone. There weren’t any wires connected to the box, none around the tree, none poking out of the ground, what the hell??

Like a dumbass, but one searching for answers, you picked up the phone when it reached it’s loudest, “hello?”

“Hello. You are now connected with the under realm operator service. How may I help you today?” Dumbfounded, your response took a bit longer than socially acceptable, “The..under realm operator service?” The voice hummed, “Yes. Do you know the purpose of your call?”

“I..I want answers.”

“Many people do sweetheart. I don’t have any answers for you. If you’d so kindly take the ticket once it dispenses from the machine, I will instruct you on where to go next.” You “mhm’d” into the phone and watched as the box part printed out a tiny, blue piece of thick paper, “do not lose your ticket, I’d suggest putting it somewhere safe.” And in your pocket it went.

“Take the trail until you reach the lake, the boat runner will take you where you need to be. Have a nice day.”

“You too?” The phone beeped as the woman hung up and an automated voice talked to you instead,

“Have a nice day and be sure to tip your operator.”

Reaching into your other pocket, you sighed as the only cash you had on you was a 20, but you were not about to be cursed or hunted down for not leaving anything. The money was left on the drawers under a small rock to prevent it from blowing away, and you walked off. Unaware of yellow eyes watching you from the branches above.

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