#HH..H ...HHHH..

[sailingseals]

Well..

Thats how far im gonna finish this.. Eheh.. I actually completed something!! Gaah.. Hope the edit is oky :3..eheh..

(also.. It is the pride month this year.. So Happy Pride Month to ya'll!! :D 🏳️‍🌈)

[onemanwreckingmachinee]

Cho Sang-woo

That’s it that’s the post

[madhattersez]

I was having an incredibly tense nightmare where I was in a battlefield during a revolution and at one point, this guy tosses me a bag with a tactical nuke in it and says "Take this and run as fast as you can" and I know immediately it's going to detonate and that so many people are going to die in this camp, but I can make the number lower if I run fast enough.

So I run and run and run and I start feeling heat coming from the bag and I know we're fucked.

I throw that fucking bag and scream "I'm sorry" to everyone nearby and then I start booking at as fast as I can in a different direction, towards some heavy concrete overpasses.

And I'm getting as much distance and material between me and that bomb and I run and run and run and run and the bomb goes off and shit start popping, exploding, meeting, and I am running like a god damned dog in an action movie away from the heat.

I am running so hard I know my heart is going to give out, but I'm like "If I stop, I die, I die, go go go!" And I'm running and running and shit behind me, buildings are exploding and crumbling.

I'm running and running and oh my God and I'm running...

And then, in real life, my partner's fucking cat jumps from the headboard of the bed onto my ribs and I let out a scream as it wakes me up, but said partner is cough-laughing her ass off, because apparently the scream sounded like a hyperfeminine orgasm.

[fayendere]

never letting anyone, lucifer or myself forget abt this msg. oh my god…. HE WOULD SEND YOU MESSAGES DURING THE DAY TO LIKE… TEASE U… SIGH…… UGHHH H HHHH….. AND THEN ACT LIKE NOTHING HAPPENED…….UUGUGUGUGHGHHH H HH H HH H HH!!!!!! 😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢

in this msg he was drunk and i MHDHBCBC CDRUNK LUCIFER IS NEVER NOT HILARIOUS TO MEE OMFG og obey me players will remember the msg he sends in swd where he is literally laughing and giggling like a school girl saying how he misses us IT’S GEN CRAZY omfg im getting nostalgic remember the bitter coffee msg where the more bitter the coffee is the more the person who made it for you loves you omfg

part of me misses og obey me and then i go into nightbringer and see how much easier it is to get tickets and.. LMFOAOAO only thing that makes me die inside about nightbringeris #1 THE FACETIME CALLS LFMAKOAAOOAOAOAO OH YM GODDDDD (/hj) and #2 the fucking skill requirements 😭😭 as much as i hate it it’s actually a really good design choice bc previously raising the skill of a card was practically completely ignored and not necessary at all, it was sooo ignored it was gen crazy i remember it sm so at the end of the day as much as it’s a FUCKING PAIN it gives the skill mechanic way more purpose and stuff also it’s pretty rewarding when i finally fucking get my lucifer anniversary ur to skill level 5. 😐 or when i can’t make a card 5 starred because i don’t have skill level 2… or when i can’t get the PREMIUM IMAGE BECAUSE YOU NEED SKILL LEVEL 2 TO GET IT.

thankfully i saved my ur+ skill level up cards and i was able to get both Lucifer’s anniversary premium image, his naked one as well as barbatos’s naked one (yay!!!!! :3) this turned into a complete silly rant pardon my ignorance dear chap 🧐 (satire i promiseHEKPP)

[scribblin-spider]

u will see my they/them wife and u will love them. ill get back to fungry posting again soon but im j u st Hrnt h gg u h g hhrhrgh h h n ng h h hh hhhh g g g g u uugh h h h ghGhhhehnnrg h h h h hhhhhh h g g h H h h

[empresskaze]

Ok it's only been 6 months since I wrote this Ambrose and Cecil drabble based on @mimikusu ask (and who gifted me this amazing fanart!) but I finally completed what will be the 2nd part of at least 3 (maybe 4 depending). Working title is Trouble in Paradise but I don't love it....so it might change. Enjoy!

~~~~

Truthfully, Ambrose wasn't surprised when he woke up well before sunrise to find Cecil no longer by his side. In their time together, they'd only shared the full night together once.

He also was not surprised at how congested he felt, given the sneezing he'd been doing before finally drifting off to sleep.

Looking over, he noticed a stack of pristine handkerchiefs on the bedside table along with a note in Cecil's hand.

Wishing you a swift recovery

Ambrose smiled and then sighed, taking one to rub the growing itch. Not fast enough.

Heh’TCHh! Ih’TSHh!

His lungs not even healed from his last illness squeaked with every exhale. Staying in bed definitely felt like a fine idea, though he worried about Cecil's well-being after all that time spent in the rain. Ambrose didn't have much time to dwell on it as his wavering breath hitched again.

Hhhh...Hh…h-hihh...Heh'eshuhh! Heh'KSHewww! Heh'TxrCHshuh! Ng'TCHht!

"Merciful heavens." He groaned, handkerchief clasped firmly over his poor nose. After blowing his nose forcefully, Ambrose debated on simply dressing and finding Cecil but the cough that broke out decided against that. So after a change into comfortable clothes, Ambrose read in bed, sneezing and coughing into his handkerchiefs until a knock came later in the afternoon.

"Mr. Beaumont," A young gentleman entered pushing a tray, "Master Lockhart ordered your meals to be taken here today." The man smiled as he wheeled the food over to the bedside.

Ambrose nodded with a faint smile, "Please thank Cecil for me." He said, trying not to sniffle, "and ask that he visit at his earliest convenience."

The young footman looked up nervously as he set out the food. "Master Lockhart is currently away at Lord Lockhart's request. They had business to attend to."

"I see." Ambrose said, clutching his handkerchief. "Well, if he returns at a reasonable hour, please tell him to come see me." Though he had a sinking feeling, he'd be alone today.

After setting up the food, the footman left, leaving Ambrose lying in bed. He ate, though not a lot. His thoughts drifted to what Cecil business he was attending to, and why couldn't Clifford have managed instead? "It must deal with antiques." Ambrose muttered to himself before catching another volley of cold sneezes in his handkerchief.

A maid brought him tea, some syrup for his cough which tasted terrible but other than staff checking in on him, per Cecil's request, Ambrose spent a long, boring, lonely day in bed, staring out the window at the meadow beyond the garden, wishing he and Cecil were once again riding through it.

****

The Next Morning

The halls of the main floor were bustling with activity, Ambrose then remembered tonight was the first night of the party Edmund was hosting this weekend, no wonder they'd cleared the tree yesterday. The recipients of invitations would be arriving in the coming hours, some staying at Edmund's estate, others staying at their own only coming to enjoy the party.

Many servants bid good day to him as he meandered down corridors looking for Cecil, stopping only to muffle his cold into a handkerchief, staff blessing him as they passed.

Finally, nearing the entrance to Edmund's personal art gallery, Ambrose spied a familiar figure speaking with Clifford and a few others, whom Ambrose did not recognize.

Hovering in the door, Ambrose didn't wish to interrupt them, but Clifford noticed him, giving a knowing look to Cecil, who turned. Ambrose's heart sank at how tired and uncharacteristically pale the antiques dealer looked.

Excusing himself, Cecil approached Ambrose, taking his arm, ushering him to the side near an alcove. "Why are you out of bed, belle?" He asked, brow knitted with concern.

Ambrose frowned, "Tis a mere cold, Hart, I kept to my room all day yesterday without a word from you. Besides tomorrow is...the..." 

Hp’Ndghx!

Turning away he masked a harsh wet stifle which shot pain through his sinuses. "Art auction is it not? I assumed you'd need my services." He sniffled hard trying to regain some form of control.

Cecil brought a hand up massaging his forehead, it was then Ambrose noticed the subtle sweat beads around his hairline.

"Staff kept me abreast of your condition," Cecil said quietly, "I was needed urgently at my father's request yesterday..."

"Of course you were." Ambrose interrupted.

"...the sale of several items he wanted to procure for auction." Cecil tilted his head, his face softening as he took in Ambrose's state, "My apologies for being away whilst you were bedridden, but you still should rest, your cold does not appear to have subsided plus your lungs sound..."

Ambrose put a hand up, "Where are the items?" He asked, looking around, hoping a distraction would help against the tickle he felt growing again.

Confused, Cecil raised an eyebrow, "Pardon?"

"You purchased items, I assume paintings or sculptures for your father." Ambrose subtly rubbed his nose against his handkerchief, sniffling. "I'd like to assess them, I am your personal appraiser, remember." He smiled hoping it would transfer to Cecil.

However, this was not the case. Ambrose noticed the faintest twitch in Cecil's eye. "What Hart?" He asked, placing a hand on Cecil's arm.

"Ambrosia...please do not be upset..." Cecil, forgetting himself, cupped Ambrose's face as a splash of red flushed across it.

"W-what?"

Cecil's mouth opened to form words, as if whatever was forming took all his power to speak one syllable.

"Lockhart!" A voice called. Cecil immediately cursed, dropping his hand from Ambrose's face, who still had not broken his own eye contact.

"N-no...you...didn’t..." Ambrose's lip quivered, refusing to turn toward the voice which slowly approached them.

"Lockhart, if you're ready, I have the...oh Beaumont, I wasn't anticipating seeing you. Lockhart informed me you were laid up recovering from being ill."

"Did he?" Ambrose said through gritted teeth as he finally turned to the older man who stood before them. "Well, Reginald, you'll be pleased to know I've..." He swallowed in an effort to once again quell the increasing tickly. "Made a swift...recovery." A slight cough escaped him.

Thomas Reginald raised an eyebrow, "Truly excellent news. I trust you'll be at the gala tonight?"

"Mr. Beaumont..." Cecil began.

"Will definitely be in attendance, I wouldn't dream of missing it, especially as Cecil's personal appraiser." The last two words he overly emphasized while looking up at Cecil, who remained rigid.

"Wonderful. I look forward to discussing my acquisitions with you." Reginald nodded his head then pivoted to Cecil, "Your ear when you're finished, please." Though his smile was genuine, it made Ambrose's blood bubble.

"Of course." Cecil said, waiting for the appraiser of Lord Worthington to be out of ear shot.

"Ambrosia, listen..." He started turning back.

"Don't ‘Ambrosia’ me, Cecil. How could you?" Ambrose felt tears stinging the edges of his eyes, "Reginald? Of all the appraisers you asked Worthington's? You know how I despise him!" Ambrose's strained voice broke. He sniffed back tears hoping in some way Cecil could explain this betrayal.

Cecil, looking over his shoulder, pulled Ambrose further into the alcove. "Lord Worthington will not be attending this weekend, hence why he sent his staff." He replied, trying to keep his voice hushed.

"Is that supposed to bring comfort?" Ambrose pulled away his arm, "Don't you dare think for one moment he won't take...pride...in..." His breath staggered, Ambrose fought against the growing pain in his chest along with the tears welling, which in turn caused his congestion to loosen. Sniffling thickly, he pivoted away from Cecil in a vain attempt to hide his growing struggles. The tickle, which had been slumbering, now pricked again as his tears made his nose run. He coughed into his handkerchief before swiftly dabbing at his eyes. Ambrose then glared back at Cecil, his heart tugging seeing those grey eyes distressed. "You know...Worthington will revel in Reginald appraising your fathers acquisitions." He spat the name.

"I wished not to disturb you, belle." Cecil said, his own voice wavering, "After the incident in the rain, the chill you caught..."

"As did you!"

"I am fine, but with your..." Cecil's eyes darted to the room then back, which made Ambrose's temper rise, "Difficulties, I preferred that you rested. Reginald was a mere last-minute decision." He placed his hand on Ambrose's shoulder, squeezing it gently. "You know I trust your eye more than anyones."

"Yet you still let that pompous windbag get the better of me again." Teardrops now fully streaming down Ambrose's cheeks. A sharp intake of breath, another thick sniffle, Ambrose could still see out the corner of his blurred vision; the two men had an audience even if most were pretending not to be listening.

"Well..." Ambrose stepped back from Cecil, swiftly wiping at his eyes, "As my services are not required, please do not let...me keep you, Mr Lockhart. Perhaps you'll make time tonight, though I understand if my time is simply not worth yours."

Before Cecil could reply, Ambrose nodded politely then stormed out of the room, down the hall towards the back staircase away from guests who might be arriving. Tears stained his face, his nose running terribly, he balled his handkerchief over it, blowing it softly. His lungs, anguished from trying to keep up with his stamina, broke as he coughed harshly. Ambrose ducked into a small side room. It was furnished with a few chairs, a fireplace, bookshelves, and a fine layer of dust.

Bending forward, he hacked into his handkerchief, expelling air from his burning lungs. Not even a moment after he regained his breath, his nose twitched as blowing it had done nothing to soften the reignited tickle. Ambrose's congested breath hitched hard as he sneezed forcefully twice.

Heh… heh-TSCH’iew! Hhh’juschew!

Cupping both hands over his now sodden handkerchief, he blew his poor nose again, which had begun to sting from all the attention it received. That only caused more issues, Ambrose distressfully rubbed it, hoping to calm his sinuses, but nothing helped.

Ng'TCHht! Heh'ESHHuh! Es’chHHeheww! Heh’TCHh! Hn’TSHjuh!

Finally the fit passed, Ambrose forcibly blew his nose, firmly rubbing the sides of his inflamed nostrils.

"Well bless you."

Ambrose's head shot up, his vision partly blurry due to remaining tears, but he knew the voice of Ephraim Lockhart.

"You don't sound well." Cecil's brother said, smiling coyly, holding out a handkerchief. "Take it."

Hesitantly, Ambrose took it, as his own was sorely in need of washing. "Thank you, Freddy." He said quietly, dabbing at his eyes and then his nose once more. Sniffling, he turned away, giving another small blow before clearing his throat.

Ephraim, who preferred going by Freddy, gave a flourishing bow. Whereas Cecil always wore monochrome, the middle Lockhart brother loved bold colors and patterns. A fine red satin ascot and brightly embroidered flowered waistcoat adorned him, "I heard you'd been ill again, didn't expect to find you in this state, hiding in...." He quickly did a once over of the room, then waved dismissively, "Whatever father uses this for." He took a step toward Ambrose, who in response backed away. The shortest of the brothers and a bit stockier, Freddy's personality alone made him feel as if he towered over those taller. Ambrose swallowed nervously.

Cocking his head slightly, Freddy's grin widened as he studied Ambrose's face. "Trouble in paradise?"

Ambrose felt his face flush hot, "I-I-I don't know what you could mean by-by-by that...nothing is wrong, I've simply have a cold that..." His words cut with a congested cough.

Freddy laughed, gesturing a hand in the air as he pulled back, "Beaumont, you're a terrible liar."

Not having to worry about being the heir apparent, the notorious playboy circled Ambrose like a shark upon a wounded fish. "My my my, I definitely understand why Cecil fancies you. Those curls and porcelain skin, poor nose the color reminiscent of a setting summer sun. It must be a devil of a cold."

Ambrose looked away, clearing his throat again, "If that's all, Freddy, I'll be...ta..ta..." His face slacked, Ambrose sneezed again into the provided handkerchief.

Heh'ESHHuh!

"Excuse me..." He said rushing past Ephraim, who wiggled his fingers in a mock wave.

"Gods." Ambrose muttered into the cloth as he walked along the corridor back to his room. A growing headache loomed from all the sneezing. As much as he wanted to spend the rest of the day hiding beneath his covers, he needed to get this ailment under control. He would be attending tonight's event and the auction tomorrow.

Back in his room, the tears he wasn't able to shed after Freddy's interruption fell. How could Cecil do this to him? Ambrose went through most of the stack of handkerchiefs that had been left for him as he sobbed. Now he stood looking at his pale, tired red rimmed eyes, chapped nose in the mirror. Maybe he shouldn't go, he looked frightful. Then he remembered Reginald wanting to speak with Cecil and his fist balled angrily.

A knock at the door brought him out of his stupor. "Mr Beaumont, are you in?" Never had Ambrose been happier to hear Molly.

"Yes, please come in." He said, straightening his waistcoat, hoping not to appear as disheveled as he felt.

Molly walked in, giving a curtsy to him, "My apologies, sir, the Master sent for me yesterday, but I could only find passage on this morning's train. He said you'd taken ill?"

Ambrose rolled his eyes at the mention of her employer. "It's nothing terrible, Molly, though I am pleased you're here, I require your care in efforts to rid myself of this infernal congestion so as I might attend...tonight's festivities." A cough escaped him.

"With all due respect, sir, the Master requested you stay in bed tonight." Molly replied hesitantly.

"With all due respect to you, Molly, I do not give a damn what the Master asks of me tonight." Ambrose said, loosening his tie. "Now, please fetch me some medicinal rub for my chest as I might flush out this cold."

"Yes, sir." Molly said, grinning before exiting his chambers.

[goodlucksnez]

First Christmas pt 2

@dr-ground-zero modern Au lives in my head rent free so I made a continuation of first Christmas

It is shorter because no brain cell to write

But enjoy

CW: mess, contagion, snz

“Theo?? Theo?! Where are you?”

Telemachus says, looking at the empty bed. ‘Where could he have gone? He is still nursing the bad cold he had gotten.’ He thinks to himself. Telemachus goes downstairs looking for him.

“Theo, where did you go?” He walks by the front window and sees the unthinkable. Theo is outside playing in the snow! Telemachus almost rips the door off its hinges and runs outside.

“Theoclymenus what are you doing? Get back inside!”

“But I am feeling better, really, and the snow is so fluffy and-” His breath starts to catch.

Seizing this moment, Telemachus grabs the other's arm and pulls him back toward the door. “And you are going to catch pneumonia if you stay out here!” Theo sniffs a wet sound and follows him inside, shivering slightly.

“Okay, you need to warm up now. I’m going to start a warm bath.” Theo nods and follows him to the bathroom. Telemachus turns on the bath to the hottest temperature, and slowly the tub begins to fill.

“This isn’t necessary, I’m not that…Huhh’SCHhhtt’hhuww! Huhh hehh Huhh’SCHhhtt’hhuww!….cold.”

“Bless you! You may not feel cold, but you have a bad one; besides, a warm soak should help your congestion. Now get undressed.”

Blushing, Theo does as he says, the congestion shifting in his head as he bends down and he sniffs urgently. The tub finishes filling up, Telemachus adds a few drops of soap and helps his shivering boyfriend get in. He takes off his shirt but leaves his bottoms on and sits in the tub holding him. The water envelops them like a warm blanket, and Theo soon rests his head on Telemachus' chest. The only sound is Theo labored breathing and sniffles every few seconds.

“Baby, what were you thinking?” He finally asks after a few minutes.His voice as an aura of concern but still comforting. Theo nuzzles into his chest before replying.

“I wanted to see the snow.”

“You can see snow from inside; you don’t need to go touch it.” He says rubbing his back in a comforting way/

“I know, I know, it was stupid, but—h-hh—heh'tSCHHuh!—but it was so pretty and I—I wanted to...” His breathing begins to waver.

Telemachus adjusts his grip, holding onto him tightly. “I got you, hun, come on, let them out.”

“Heeehh…heh… ha’ERRSSHH’IUE! iiiIHH’GGZSSCHOO!..oohhh, uhduther-..AAHHDZZSCHOO!!....HIIH!.. IIHTDZZSSSHHHTT!! .. fuck– snrkk. I don’t wadda be sigg anymore.”

“Goodness, those were so big, weren’t they? You okay? I have never heard you sneeze like that before.” He ignores the mess that was sprayed onto his chest and ops to squeeze his boyfriend tighter.

“Yeah, I’b okay… my dose just… snrrrk… really full. I dink you’re right, I—I don’t dink I have sneezed this buch in my whole life.”

“It's okay, I am here to catch those sneezes and cuddle you and make soup. I am going to make sure you get the TLC you deserve.”

Theo blushed and rubbed his nose. “If you keep kiss—kissi—hhhuhh'NGKTchh!—me, you’re goihg to catch this.”

“Well, the fastest way to get rid of a cold is to give it to someone else.” He said smirking a slight blush creeping on his face.

“think your—snrrrk—your mom would disagree… she is a nurse, after all... hhhUHh—oh no—hehh’GNTCHHHuh!...not agaid…” his body goes stiff, and he grips Telemachus tighter.

“Oh boy, I got you! Come on get that cold out of your head.”

“I—I’b tryihg, it’s… it’s teasi—hh-HHHuhhh…” Telemacus can see theos nose. It is flaring. The poor thing looks so red and itchy. He leans down and kisses his twitching nose. That seemed to do the trick and Theo gasped and sneezed against Telemachus chest.

“h-hh-hh.. HAH-TZSS!sss’uhh…hah!hh.. uHH!h.....tHih-.. HIHBISSSH’YAHhh! IIH’TIZZSCH’iu!!...HHHH!.. EHJZZSSHUE!!’hhhooohh by god.”

Each sneeze, more and more spray and mess land and stick onto his chest. Telemachus has to bite back a moan as the fit continues, but slowly the fit starts to taper off.

“Bless you, goodness, your poor nose!!! He grabs a towel from the rack and holds it to Theo’s nose. “Blow baby, get that cold out of your head.”

He blows into the towel his boyfriend is holding to his nose. That forces the mess that had accumulated in his sinuses out, covering the towel in mess, some dripping into Telemachus hand. As he pulls the towel away he is left with twin trails of clear liquid coating his upper lip.

As soon as he finishes, the rough fabric of the towel causes a new tickle to form, and he tries to warn Telemachus.

“B–baby... the towel is makin’ me... itchy...” He rubs his nose with the back of his hand, then lifts his head with a helpless expression, flaring and dripping onto his chin. “I’m gonna... hhuhh… I’m gonna sn...sneeeze—huhh’tSCHHhhuhh!”

“Oh, okay, I got you, just sneeze, get the messy cold out of your nose.”

haAH’SSCHHhieww!! hsndrff! ….huUH’USSCHhiuu!! sdrff. He pauses but still has a wrinkled look on his face. Telemachus takes the hint. “Aw you got more?”

Theo nods breathlessly, opening one of his eyes as he pleads with him to help. He chuckles and presses another kiss to his nose.

“Oh, come on… It’s right there... I just... wait—hhuhhh… I’m gonna…Hihh…Hhh’kssSHHhh! HhHuuh..Huhh’tCHSHhh! Eiihh…eiihH’tCHSHhhuu!!”

”Bless you!” Telemachus catches the fit in his hands, blushing. Theo slumps against him, exhausted and sniffs pathetically. Finally the fit had subsided for the time being, Telemachus rubbed his shoulder soothingly and kissed the top of his head. Theo panted softly as he curled up into Telemachus’s side with a worn out expression. Telemachus’s eyes softened as he gently coaxed him to sleep.

“Mb’kay I’ll sleep’b” Theo muttered, he’d sure need it after all of that, he was hardly anywhere near getting over that cold

[gridgamesgalore]

really need to make my introduction post but im currently insane right now so I have to go on a tangent

[ note; this will not be professional writing pls bear w/ me i misspell things on purpose unless pointed out by myself so pleek pleeek ( i also refer to xfohv as jnj sometimes for clarification ) + there will be mentions of learningblocks related content just a heads up before any people call me weird for fixating on a " show for toddlers " ]

hello !! lowjay the order the karnage here !! so um ,, im here to talk about the 2 , 763 , OOO JnJ sub special ,, that shit was absolutely phenomenal .. insane even .. it altered my brain chemistry and I HAVE to talk about it ,,

spoilers for the 2 , 763 , OOO special if you haven't seen it ♡♡♡ (please watch it pleek)

I really need to mention this creature's appearance first . ALGEBRALIEN TWENTY-FOUR IS CANON !!! OH MY GOD THIS GUY IS SO RAHHHH !! /VVVVPOS lowjay try not to get attachrd to the most random characters / things ever !! ( impossible) THIS CREATURE IS MAKING ME TWEAK OUT ,, EXPECT A GIJINK OF THEM SOON!! /BALL (fun fact !! one of my closest moots calls them gijinks of algebraliens jnjinkas ♡♡♡ /silly)

( just want to let yall know i crosship them and twenty-four nbs ♡♡ is that oak ,, I love being a multishipper )

NEXT NEXT NEXT NEXT arguably the most important ever piece of lore in jnj / beefydie history has to be the canonical powerful being 2763 ♡♡♡ this creature is so silly :ball:

[ next paragraph will be a somewhat lengthy tangent about a crossover au w/ beefydie + nbs ( numberblocks woah ! ) so pleek listen ]

so w / this information about 2763 being the canonical powerful being of the beefydie , i wonder .. does this mean that if 97104 got figured out they would be one of the powerful beings of nbs ?? ( ahem the others are one , zero , and possibly forty-two because hitchhiker ' s guide to galaxy hh ) THINK ABOUT IT ♡♡♡♡♡ PLES PLEEK (fun fact !! the digits of 97104 added up together equals 21 ! /info !! is this the reason she is curious to find out new explorer ?? spoiler warning ; probably not i just might be mentally ill ) /ball ,, ANYWAYS ,, what i was getting to is that the plot of this au is basically just both nbs 24 and algebralien 24 grouping up w / several other people (will decide that later because I literally just thought this au up an hour after the special) to overcome the dreadful disasterly deeds of 97104 and 2763 ♡♡♡ (captain underpants ahh alliteration) yeah all that hype for nothing ♡♡ sorry i just really need to share this ♡♡♡ trust trust TRUST i will make fanart of this au TRUST ♡♡♡ /SILLY

( THESE TWO ARE CANON TRUST )

this isn't really a big thing but more of an honorable mention ♡ I really liek the zero ' we can do it ! ' poster ♡♡♡ i find propaganda posters interesting in general ♡♡♡ /gen /pos

( i know what you are ,, fifteen simp ,, )

another long yapping session but I NEED to talk about my joyous enthusiasm ,, I'm so happy that in the jnj / xfohv / beefydie verse algebralien tweb is an important piece of lore which makes me hfhdhsjjsjekrghhhGRRRRR ,,,, froth at the mouth ,, because I dont think you guys understand how much the number tweb in general means to me ,, not only is tweb the first ever whole number to have 6 factors [ rectangly number in bluezoo terms ] their debut in nbs most likely highly impacted the learningblocks community in general ,, nbs tweb is so cool and the existence of the peak number system dozenal and the passage of time revolving around tweb and numbers RELATED to tweb [ PLEASE watch the about time special even if you aren't interested in nbs or already know it's very silly trust ] and yeah and did i mention the dozenal system hhhh [ as you can see i am very normal about different number bases / radixes ] /VVVPOS

( silly !! )

ending off w / an honorable mention ,, algebralien 63 !! they are really cool woah ♡♡ I really lobe when jnj introduces new algebraliens ♡♡♡ /vpos

anyway that was my long yap session ,, I realy hope you liek my existence of here ♡♡♡♡ this special changed my life and I am literally feeling ball rn ♡♡♡

[linksthoughtbrambles]

[Things Forgotten. Things Left Behind.]

Part 20 of Adventure Log+ (sequel to Link's Thought Brambles - best to read in order, also on ao3). Warning for strong language. Small edit 5/27/25.

“Two of them?”

“Finn- you’re not gonna believe this.”

“I sure don’t.”

“Enough, Arsden, we know.”

“My- Goddess’ clear skies- where the hell did you find them?”

“Clinging to the canyon wall.”

“Jessrel was right.”

“Kid’s got sharp eyes.”

“Kph. Lucky for him. He’d be out of a job.”

"Ha hahaha!" "Hehuhuh." "Can't fight for s%!^."

"I dunno. The sh!^^iest lookout in Hyrule could've seen that bloody plume."

"Smelled it, too."

"Eventually."

"The boy was paying close attention, to see these two against it."

.

“Fff- ooohh…”

“…It’s bad.”

“I can see that.”

“Think he’ll live?”

“Depends how sick he gets.”

“What about her?”

“She looks better off, but get them out of the cold. Infirmary’s ready.”

“KhHHHhhhhh-hh-khh.”

“…She been doing that in her sleep?”

“Yeah.”

.

“The smoke.”

“…Get them in quick.”

“Khhh-hh. KhhHHHHhh.”

“She bring anything up? …I’ll have a look-“

“Ah- Finn?”

“Yes sir.”

“That’s… Princess Zelda.”

“You’re having me on.”

“I’m not.”

“Then she’s having you on.”

“Doubt it. Look what she had-“

“The guy’s Link.”

“…No.”

“That’s what I said.”

“Do not- don’t joke about that.”

“I’m not.”

“The hell you’re not! You keep that garbage to yourself-“

“Finn-“

“- around the Commander, my Goddess! What the f#$&-“

“Finn.”

“-is wrong with you?!”

“Finn, he’s not joking.”

“It isn’t possible.”

“Maybe it is.”

“A man on his deathbed doesn’t get up and race across the Irch Plain to throw himself into a raging wildfire. Stop f#$*ing with me and get him on the table.”

“B-“

“Hennig, just- leave it.”

“...Yes, Captain.”

“Inappropriate horses#&^.”

.

.

.

“Watch the corner-“

“I’ve got it.”

.

.

“There and there. Shirts off.”

“B- but if she’s the Prin-“

“So what if she is? Shirt off or she dies.”

“Okay… okay OKAY, I’m doing it…”

“Ah-“

“Yeah let’s just- turn around. Allim, tell them to get two of the guest rooms ready.“

“Yes, Captain.”

.

.

“Goddess, it’s like- cheesecloth- stuck in the rind.”

“Just pull.”

“It’s sealed in.”

“Pull it out. It stays, it festers.”

.

“Ff-ffffff-oh-j-ff-“

“He’s out real good.”

“Uch.”

“Be glad he is. Burns hurt. Cleaning them hurts more.”

“Kh-kh-khk-hhhhKHKHkh-

“Cloth.”

“Got it.”

“-hhh-khhHHhhh.”

“…Not as dark as I’dve thought.”

“She might’ve coughed a lot up already.”

“Nostrils?”

“Sooty.”

“Temda, scrub her. Ollik, start on the pants.”

“Oh man.”

“Temda’ll scrub, just get the clothes off.”

“Yeah.”

“Mik, scrub the- boy. Saren, pants.”

“Yessir.”

“Be ready to knock them out if you have to.”

.

.

“Hennig.”

“Captain?”

“Quietly… get Jessrel in here.”

“Wh- what’d he do wrong?”

“Sh- sh. Nothing. He’s seen Link close up, right?”

“Right, right-”

“And tell the stablemaster to saddle Fleet. If that’s Link, I want her on the road with Welsirc in half an hour. With any luck, the snow’ll have slowed the Commander down.”

“It’ll slow Fleet, too.”

“Maybe he cut a nice path for her with that massive horse of his. Go.”

“Yes, Captain.”

.

.

.

“KhHH-m-mGH-hhoOhh!”

“Ether, ether!”

“S-sirs! I… hhhh… hh.”

“That’s it.”

“Hope he doesn’t do that. He’s all muscle.”

“Should I use it on him? Keep him out?”

“No. Only if he stirs.”

----

“Mmm. M-khHHh-h- hh- hh-h. Wh? Oh-hhh. OH-hhh? Link?”

.

.

“Link? … L-…hhh-kh-h-khhhHhh. Mgh-hh. Ghuh. …Hello? I… H-khHHHh-k-hhh.”

.

“Ohh-h. Oh. Godd- essffFFFF! Hhhhh-hhhhh. Hhhhhhh-hhhh. …Persevere. Hhhh-hhhhh.”

.

.

“Khh-h! Hh… hh. GMp-whhh. …Ff-fh.”

.

“KhhHHHh. Mpgh. Keep it- in. Mgh.”

.

.

“-oughing again.”

“Yeah.”

“Finn.”

“Yes?”

“Am I good to go?”

“Yes. Lee’ll take over in a minute.”

“Thanks.”

.

.

"Anyway, there- there've gotta be people thousands of times worse off than them."

"…Well… dead's worse."

"W- well, yeah but- these ones made it here without being dead, so..."

"…Allim. Did anyone dead make it here?"

"No. It's too bad."

"…Why?"

"We- could've helped them."

.

"…I see."

"It'll take so long for the Commander to get there."

"He won't go that way."

"Oh! Oh, right."

.

“D’you think Welsirc’ll catch up?”

“Part of me hopes not. It doesn’t make sense.“

“What doesn't?”

“Them.”

“Oh, that. Y-yeah. …Captain thinks it could be them.”

“He can think what he likes, but I don’t know anything about the royalty’s possessions or- bloody magic. I'm not sure he does, either.”

“…It… would sure be strange. If- if they’re here.”

“Strange isn’t a strong enough word.”

“That sword, though. THAT’S strange.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s the right sword.”

“What sword is it, then?”

“You’ve heard the reports, same as me. How they can make things look wrong.”

“H-”

"What-?"

"O- oh? Oh. OH."

“Ff!“

“GhkhhHHHHHhhh-hh-“

"Woah!"

“Ma’am, back in your room.”

“-hhHHHhhkh-whKH-“

“I have to insist.”

“Wh-ere is- khH-hh-Link?”

.

“…He’s across the hall sleeping.”

“KhHh-h.”

“Like he should be.”

“Hh-hh. We mustn’t be separated.”

“P- ah- Princess, we- we can’t-“

“Then I shall.”

“Prin- cess, you’re- not dressed for- the hall-”

“That is utterly inconsequential.”

“The, uh,  guards can- can see you-”

“They’ll survive the experience, I daresay.”

“Ma’am, with all respect-“

“KhhHHh-hh.”

“-back up and return to your room and the seat you woke on. Right now.”

“I will not.”

“…You need rest.”

“I nkHHh- need to see Link.”

“Nothing to miss. He hasn’t woken.”

“I mustn’t leave him alone.”

“He’s not alone.”

“Five people have attempted to murder us in as many days. I flatly refuse to be apart from him, eKHhe-specially if he is khHhincapahkhcitated.”

.

“I thKhhH- ank you for your assistance, your hospitality, and your attention to ouKHhhr- wounds, but I shall-hh- force my way through you if I must, to be at his side.”

“…There’s no need for that.”

“Then why bar my path?”

“If you insist… we’ll bring him in to you.”

“I am capable of walking ten paces.“

“You need that lounge behind you, and he needs his. Your room’s bigger.”

“Khh. Khh-hh. …I am well enough. If moving him would harm him-“

“That’s the least of his worries.”

.

“Allim- Lee, good. Come on. Please sit, ma’am.”

“Hhf.”

.

.

“KhhHh-hhh. …KhhHHHh.”

.

“You forgot to call her Princess.”

“Fhh. Lee- okay. Got it? …One. Two. Three.”

“Gh.” “Ff.”

“Khh-hh-kh-kh.”

.

“The door-“

“Got it.”

“Ghg.”

.

“Ah!”

“Watch it.”

.

“His arm-“

“It’s fine.”

.

.

“Hh-! Khh-hhKHHhh.”

“Ma’am, I’ll ask you again to please sit down.”

“Hh. Hhh-hh.”

“In, in, watch the- WATCH- the elixirs-“

“Oo- s$%@-.”

“Nothing spilled, just get him in. …Good, good. Down.”

“Hh-h-“

“No- ma’am, stay in your seat.”

“Link.”

“F- ph. Holding his hand won’t heal him any faster.”

“His wounds are not my only concern.”

“He can’t feel you. He’s out.”

.

“Where is the Slate?”

“Thought you were worried about him.”

“I am.”

.

“…It’s in that nook. O- no, ma’am-“

“Do not bar my path.”

“Allim will get it. Just… stay down at least. Stop shifting those bandages.”

.

.

“…Thank you.”

.

.

.

.

“What are you doing?”

.

.

“It is difficult to explain. And… perhaps unwise to do so.”

“Is that so?”

“…It is.”

"You seem disappointed.”

“I do not see what I’d hoped to.”

.

.

“He’s not feverish. …Yet.”

“Then youkhHh-hh… expect he shall be.”

“Both of you. You need rest.”

“I am well enough.”

“You’re not well. You see how he’s laying? That’s how you should be.”

“I quite underst-ha-khHHhh-hh-“

“Mh.”

“-khhh-khkh-khhhHhhh- hhh-hh. Hhh-hh.”

“…Up.”

“I-“

“Up- and back in your seat-”

“I have no wish to be manhandled.”

“Ma’am, I am respectfully insisting you not hinder your own recovery.”

“And you believe forcing me over to that couch to be beneficial?”

“I believe you agonizing over him while you kneel on a cold floor is worse than laying propped like he is and sleeping under a fur.”

“And what is to stop me from returning to the floor when you leave?”

.

“You’d regret it when the fever sets in, faster and higher than it would’ve been.”

“…Hh-h.“

.

“Come on. …Gh.”

.

“…You’re difficult to move, aren’t you?”

“...There is a far more gentlemanly course of action you could take, sir, than your continued pressure on my bicep.”

“Offense is not my intention.”

“Indeed. Nor is it your impact.”

“…I don’t follow.”

“Disapproval, sir. That is the state your behavior has engendered. The man sleeping here would never behave so.”

“He’d let you kill yourself?”

“He would not be so narrow-minded.”

“Pfh. …What will it take to get you to lay down, stay warm, and not ruin your dressings?”

“You cakHHhn- move my couch to there.”

.

“We, uh. Should’ve- thought of that-“

“Shh.”

.

“Fh. Allim, Lee.”

“Yes sir.” “Got it.”

“I thank you, sirs.”

.

“Am I allowed to help you into it or will you disapprove of that, too?”

“I believe I would prefer your associate’s help.”

“…Uh. H-here.”

“Thank you.”

.

“KhhHHHHHHh-hh-KHh-h. Hh.”

“…Izie’ll be in to feed you. Then-"

"Oh-hh-"

"…Ma'am?"

"The plain. The Irch Plain- you must send-!"

"A team's handling it already."

"Oh-hh. They have my thanks, in that case. Those people ahkHhre-hh- khhHHHHHhhh-hh. Gghm. Hh. They- are in most dire need of aid. We've no idea where most of Serenne's inhabitants are, though some of the children fled eastward—and we believe some of the townsfolk traveled belowground. The knights and soldiers accompanying us were scattered in the attack."

"Attack?"

"There were all manner of foul creatures on that plain last night. Or- or prior, I- I'm not sure-"

"The Captain picked you up this afternoon."

"Last night, then. There were creatures whose hands emerged from the ground to grip and strangle in the dark. Bokoblin riders. Moblins. A lynel with a man-"

"Lynel."

"With a rider—a powerful magician. Yes. He appears to have turned some of the plain's inhabitants into monsters."

.

.

"Precisely what manner of look is that, sir?"

.

"You took in a lot of smoke."

"I am in possession of my faculties. Your talk of smoke suggests you did, in fact, see the fire."

"We all saw it."

"It was deliberately set, and many on the Irch Plain had already been killed the day before. Link..."

.

"He… we tried to render aid."

.

.

.

"You need to sleep."

"That… is all you have to say?"

"…Help is on the way already. What I say won't speed them along."

"A warning is more than warranted."

"I'm not at liberty to say more, ma'am."

"At liberty."

"That's right."

.

.

"Khh-h… kHHHhhhhh-hh-k-kh-khhHhh-hh. Mh."

"…You see those?”

“Mm.”

“The pale blue’s for pain. Clear’s for sleep. Red’s for fever. There’s a note under each bottle for dosing. You can read?”

“I beg your pardon?”

.

“I’ll take that as a yes. But if not… better come clean. Too much makes you sick. Way too much kills you.”

“KhhHhh-hh-khHHh. Hh. Nothing for cough?”

“Absolutely not. Better if everything comes out. Drink plenty of water. But don’t touch the pot on the fire. It’s there to make steam, not to drink. And don’t open the window, either. You need something, there’s a cord- there.”

“…I see. Thank you.”

.

“Is there something else you wish to say, sir?”

“…I’m Sir Finn. I’m the head medic. And I want to know the minute he wakes up, whether you disapprove or not. Ma’am.”

.

“I understand.”

“Good. Rest.”

.

.

“KhhHh-hh.”

.

“Y- you keep not calling her Princess.”

“She didn’t argue the point.”

.

.

.

.

.

“Khh-hh. KhhHHhhhh-h. Hh. Can I read, indeed. Link? Now would be a superb time to drop the pretense. That is- if you are conscious and pretending, rather than unconscious and… unwell.”

.

“KhhhHh-h-kh. Slate.”

.

“I would truly prefer you to be playing it some manner of safe. I know you were loathe to trust our rescuers, but surely they’ve earned it despite their presumptuous insinuations of illiteracy. Please- open your eyes.”

.

“Please. Reveal the Slate to be damaged, or for its astonishing mind-reading feature to have somehow turned itself off. I… thought at the least I would see Fi, perhaps also attempting to awaken you, or to convey something of import to me.”

.

.

.

“I- I find it disheartening that the Slate and your most unusual sword were not enough to drive doubt from Sir Finn’s mind, for it is surely well-known that I am a scholar, and scholars, on the whole, tend to be not only literate, but more literate than most. He does not believe me, though his Captain might. The man who led our rescue, perhaps. I’d thought- they were so pleased to have found us. But of course, they’d have no way of knowing we were anything other than two people fleeing the fire.”

.

.

“Please?”

.

“Your hand is cold. Despite my personal wishes, I believe it is better off beneath the fur than in my own hand. …There you are.”

.

.

“Perhaps it is a mercy, with these masses of bandages on you. My own hurt- a-astonishingly. I can only imagine- let me see…”

.

“Your legs, too.”

.

“I shall tuck you in carefully.”

.

.

.

“You protected me from this. Placed yourself to bear the brunt of each of that creature’s deadly breath-weapons. You don’t deserve to pay for it with- with this.”

.

“A part of me feels as though I must learn this strength you have, that I may act as you do for others—for I know you would do this for any of us. It is not only out of love for me. …And yet I know I must survive, for without me, Hyrule cannot. It is the error you… made… in the bailey. …An incongruent error of self-sacrifice. For anyone else, it would be a virtue indeed! But Hyrule needs you, also. There is no replacement.”

.

“No… replacement. How odd, that vile rider’s words. Content to let you live without her. I’d thought, at first, he meant he sought to kill me, and would allow you to go free, as the survival of one of us meant nothing without the other. And yet he asserted I had already died.”

.

.

“Kh. K-khHHHhh-kh…khhHHHHHhhhh-h- kh-khhh-khh. Ggh.”

.

“I… kh-khhHh. Am clouded, Link. Too dulled to pierce the meaning of those w-hkhords. Our undiplomatic caretaker was right. I do need rest, as you do.”

.

. 

.

“Hphmm.”

.

“Hph—your bangs must be tickling you.”

.

“That’s better. Ticklish hair does tend to wake you, as I wish you would… but if I can spare you that small amount of discomfort, I shall do so. I admit some surprise that your bangs are still soft. I’d supposed the- heat- would have changed the texture… and… perhaps it did at the back. I hadn’t the heart to tell you earlier that your hair tie had, essentially, disintigrated. I hope you have a spare. You seem fond of it.”

.

.

.

.

“I see the logic of propping you up, so. One oughtn’t lay flat with a cough. And with your back so injured, to lay on that would be quite painful. It does appear a little ungraceful, hehe. Especially with your mouth open in that manherkHHhh-hh. KhhHHHHHHhhh-hhh. Hh-KHhHh. Hh-hh. Hhhh. I should- hh-h- try to sleep in the same position, though- you haven’t a cough, have you? I’d have thought we would both suffer from that. Your constitution must be more robust than mine.”

.

“Oh!”

.

“There is a deadbolt. I… ought to throw that. Mg-rh-hh. F-f-f-f- oh, sh-sh-f- f-h-h-h-h. It was far warmer beneath that fur.”

.

“Rgh-kh-hhHHhh-h.”

.

“There’s no other way in, apart from the window, correct? That latch is secure. At the very least, anyone attempting entry through it would make noise if they did.”

.

“Water closet.”

.

“Ech. They… have locked this from the outside.”

.

“I believe they must have heard me try it. …Well… no matter. I shall throw the bolt and call it even. And you shall have my words on the slate even if, somehow, I am not here when you wake.”

.

.

“I wish you would wake.”

.

.

“I love you.”

.

“Thank you.”

---

Oh no.

“Mm?”

No, no no, I forgot it I forgot to put it on, the red tunic, Link, not the green one

“Oh!”

what were you THINKING?!you’re going to burn alive BURN so stupid stupid it hurts get outNOW out from under the mountainHURRY ithurtssobad sobadalready how much life is left in me if it burns this bad?!

“L-ink?”

Sheik! Sheik are you THERE?nevertherehwhenIwanthimtobe this cave, this one, this is it, right? I came this way before I was so burnt Goddesses Almighty it’sallpeelingoff Icanfeelitpeeling isitcharred liketheworld?allmyfault, I’m going to dietoFAIL and it’llallbeallmyfaultalloveragain the egg toss, I broke all the eggs, oh no, look at them all cooked on the ground I have to pick them up

“Oh.”

can’t waste eggs like that

“An- ordinary dream?”

someone has to eat them, right?

“I…”

I’ll feel better if I eat them

“shouldn’t wake you, should I?”

food always helps even with the burning but is anyone else around?

“I should… sleep more.”

I could share them. “Anyone? The eggs are ready! If you’re not hungry, maybe you could toss them now. They’ll still break if you mess up.” How can it still be dark with all this LAVA? I can’t see! “If no one wants them, I’ll eat them.”

Okay, Link, no one here, the eggs are all yours. It’ll help the burning- hey.

Hey, you can’t have horses in here. That’s bad for them. They’re eating all the hay and BAD THAT’S BAD IT’S ON FIRE NO NO NO HORSE NO OH NO WHAT DO YOU DO FOR A HORSE WHO ATE FIRE? No where are you going?! Come back back back back my back why is it always hotter behind me? Maybe that’s the cooler cave over there, just go forward, Link, of course, why are you so thick-headed? Ouch.

?

Come on.

Come on, my head’s not THAT thick.

Fit.

Fit fit fit.

There’s plenty of room and your BACK is burning just fit through the hole, head! The KIDS went this way, you can't just leave them!

“You’re lame, Link.”

“Chee! Chee, what am I stuck on?” Oooh look at her folding her arms like that she looks like it’s obvious but it really isn’t, the cavemouth’s plenty wide.

“You’re square like dad.”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes you are.”

What’s she doing?

Water?! “Where’d you get that?”

“I have to keep you cool.”

“No NO CHEE it’ll STEAM, it’ll-!!!” What?! Wet, wet, sweating, hot why does it hurt so much?

“I’m sorry. Phh.”

Chee- no, don’t cry-

“I wanted to help.”

No, no no no what’s- why is she-

“Chee, it’s okay. I’ll read to you.” It’s her favorite book. “See? I put the pages back in.”

Why is she still crying?

I’ll just start.

Huh?

Why can’t I pick up the book?

No fair. I just fixed it!

Open up, book!

Mom? I hear her in the kitchen.

“Mom? Chee’s crying in bed.”

Wow, you’d think she’d stop what she’s doing. Chee doesn’t cry anymore, she’s got a way thicker skin than I do. “Mom?”

Why isn’t she answering me?

Get right in there and lean down, Link, get a good look at her face-

She’s crying, too! “Mom, what’s wrong?”

…She just… keeps scrubbing that dish. It’s foul. What is that on there? Purple? What? WHAT? “Mom, don’t touch it!” Grab that plate and THROW IT OUT THE WINDOW, LINK AND OH S#*% you are in big trouble now because you broke a window holy crap dad is going to be SO MAD.

Go get the plate get the pieces you can put it back together Link before he comes home you have lots of time, right? Lots-

NO.

CHARRED! THE WORLD NOT AGAIN THE CLOUD IT’S CIRCLING DEATH MOUNTAIN WHEN DID IT GET HERE IT SHOULDN’T BE HERE NO NOT AGAIN I FIXED IT I FIXED IT I FIXED IT I FIXED IT I KNOW IT WAS MY FAULT BUT I FIXED IT I SWEAR PLEASE BELIEVE ME DAD PLEASE

“Come here. Now.”

“Please, I fixed it. I don’t understand!”

“Now, Link.”

Oh. Oh right. I forgot.

My hands.

I grew up. Didn’t I?

“It only needed fixing because you broke it.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry’s not acceptable. Look at this mess.”

All the cracks! He’s right. How do I fill them in? They go so deep and Margil and Beraya are down there how could I forget them?!!? But you have to keep going, Link, you can't just let these cracks swallow everyone else up, too, you have to fill them in even if it means dad sees you weeping, all the weeping, all the people you killed

There’s not enough dirt, I’m already burning and “do you have a bigger shovel?”

“You can have this.”

Huh? “A magnifying glass?”

“Look harder.”

Okay, I guess.

All the cracks are still there.

Wait. Why are there two Death Mountains? “Why does it look normal through this?”

“Here.”

ANOTHER magnifying glass? Look at all of them!! “Where’d you get all these?”

“From you.”

“But I only had one!”

“You kept leaving them behind.”

Well that’s just silly. “If my back didn’t hurt so much, I’d bury you in the sand again.”

“You forgot about the twilight.”

“I didn’t forget. But I can only see it through this one.”

“Better look, then, or you’ll miss it.”

Fine, DAD.

Wow. “It’s really beautiful.”

“It is, isn’t it?”

“Link?”

Zelda! “Oh my Goddess, I was worried about you. Have you met my dad?”

“You mean your father?”

Oh. Right. Your hands. Look at them now, Link. You DID grow up. “Yeah. Yes, I did. Father, may I introduce Princess Zelda?”

“What about her?”

Her who? OH. “Yeah, that’s Princess Zelda, too." Oh man that's some stare she's giving me, she thinks I'm so stupid, but it's fair considering how often she has to save my ass.

“Hph. You do keep leaving things behind.”

“You’re not a thing, Sheik.”

“What am I, then?”

“I thought you said she was the Princess.”

“She is," dad "Father, it's just…” wait. Wait, I fixed it. Right?

Right?

Zelda?

“What is it, Link?”

“She’s not real, right?”

“Hph. Typical.”

Shush, Sheik. You’re the not-real one.

“Perhaps you should look harder, my love.”

She looks worried. I should do what she says.

Which is the right glass? Or is it the mirror?

…Let’s try them all.

Aaaaaaand there she is. She's only in this one.

“Well!”

Why’s Zelda so excited?!

“That’s it, then! Come, Link!”

“Where?”

“We must make haste to the stable. They’ll be so pleased to see you!”

Yeah. Yeah, they will, won’t they? “Wait up!”

“You must catch up, Sir Knight!”

“Hey!” Speedy trickster. How’d she get so far ahead so fast?! “Hey, wait. Wait- Zelda-“ ohmyGODDESS what?! “FIRE Zelda NO NO LOOKOUT NO!!!!”

OHMYGODDESSWHEREISSHE NO NO PLEASE NO PLEASE SHE WAS REAL SHE WAS REAL BURNINGBURNINGBURNINGBURNINGBURNING WHOCARESHOWHOTLINK HOW HOT IT IS DOESN’T MATTER YOUR ZELDA SHE’S YOUR ZELDA BURNINGSO HOT hot why am I so hot sweating? Head. Square.

“S…”quare. “H-“ hurts.

“M. Mhh?”

Ohmy

pain

Itburnsitburnsburns it was Death Mountain pillow warm couch, couches? Chaises? Oh boy here we go burning and awkward but hand, I know that hand, praise the Goddess, praise Hylia thank you thank you so much take it, her hand Zelda's (eyesocket throbbing so bad why?)

"L- ink?"

Zelda. Zelda- Oh- OH "We- we're." Alive!

"We're safe."

Her hand squeezing what-? What is THAT? You're sticky. Stuck bandages.

Burning "Fire."

"In- indeed."

"Burns- your wounds-?"

"They've tended us. Well, I think."

Her thinky eyebrows. Her hand's so cold on my forehead.

"You do feel a bit warm."

Not good. Not a surprise, either. "We went a long time." Unclean wounds.

"Yes. They've left us an elixir for kHH- for fkhHH-hh- feverKHh-khkhkhhhh-hHh. Mgh."

Zelda. There. You're bandagy, Link, but you still have fingertips and knuckles and Zelda seems to like them on her cheek and you love her so much.

She's alive.

"Mm."

We're alive.

I wasn't fishing for fingertip kisses but it's amazing that she's doing this. She's doing this because she loves me.

Zelda loves me.

Cut it out, eyes. Why now? Too dry anyway. Water soon. Zelda first.

She's not far. Can I manage- "AHgh-ff-oooh…" wow, that little shift hurts this much?!

"You- appear to have far more bandages than I do."

"Yeah, it-" no, Link! You more and her LESS was the point. "It's worth it."

Another new look on her face. Kind of a smile but it doesn't look happy. And it's sideways.

She's sideways, too. Maybe that's throwing me off.

"I ought to have been more cautious."

"You did what was right."

"I… behaved as a concerned sovereign ought to."

"Sounds right to me."

"I may be a little muddled. My head continues to turn on itself, with no proper course of action emerging with clarity."

"Your father said… yesterday morning- hah- hahah-hh."

"Link?"

"Sorry. I just- fh- can't believe it's only been like a day."

"It may have been longer, depending on the length of our sleep."

"Yeah, that's true."

"…And what of my father?"

"Oh, he just said something like if you only base your choices on whether you might get attacked, you've already let your enemies corral you."

"Mm. He also told your sister she ought not to blame you for choices made with her well-being at heart."

"And that no one could know how their choices would turn out ahead of time. So… please don't blame yourself."

.

She's totally blaming herself. "Please?"

"It isn't self-recrimination, Link, so much as my desire to learn. For next time."

Next time.

There will be one, too. Once that guy figures out we didn't die. We never hit bottom and oh! "You said you saw them under us. Huiru and Reida."

"I did. Goddess help me, I did."

Wow. She never says things like that.

She's shaking. "Hey. Hey, it's alright. They're not here."

"…They… seemed unable to keep up with the wind. I am thankful for that."

Okay… you have to swallow, Link. But try not to make noise when you do it even though it hurts (damn, it DOES, why does my throat hurt so bad?). Try not to let her know you're now wondering if they've been scrabbling their way up that cliff this entire time. Or if they can talk. All they'd have to do is tell the rider we flew off.

"Kh-khhh-hh- khHHHhh."

Your Princess is still shaking, Link. "Hey." Pain be damned. I'll scooch onto her couch or- sort of- half on hers and half on miIIIINEpain if it's the last thing I do, but careful when you hold her, if hers hurt like mine do. "I'm here."

"Ohh-h. I- I fear causing you pain."

Her fingertips, she doesn't know where to touch me- oh my eye, that eyesocket "Ffff-" yeah that really does fricking hurt.

"We shall have to get you a new bow."

"Oh." And now I can't unremember, the string snapped in my face! I'm all mixed up. And… her fingers. My windpipe. So gentle. It was Reida's bones, choking me. StalReida. And… oh no. Pull that fur down a little, Link.

She's making a face.

Shrinking.

Like she think's I'm judging her?

No, no no no, Zelda. Why would she think that? When I should've stopped Huiru before he reached her.

That- f$#*ing- bastard. She's so bruised. There's his thumbprints. His other fingers. Marked on her neck like those potato bruises, the really black ones, and then all those tiny little blood-bursts, she's speckled like a robin egg. Bare bones… must dig deeper, harder than living hands. He didn't even have her long. I ripped him off her.

That- me doing that. I could've done some of this, too.

Maybe I shouldn't be touching her like this. She's not hurting me, but it looks so painful. "Should I stop?"

"Mkh-hh. Please don't."

"Hh." Soft. Stay soft.

I don't dare kiss her neck, not even gently. It'll hurt…

Those things were so strong. She must be like me. Less breakable than normal. Someone else? Crushed windpipe.

Her lips, though? Those I can kiss. Stay very, very, very soft, Link.

"Oh-m."

Her hand curling my hair ohhh that hurts too doesn't it but we're alive and her lips are so chapped and she deserves (she deserves) (I don't) no Link, don't think it. These are Reida's boneprints in your neck.

And there's Zelda's forehead on mine.

"I- wish we were in my bed, heheh."

"Kph. That would be more convenient. I'm kind of on the seam, here."

"Indeed. You-"

Oh, her face is falling, her face is falling

"You ought to return to your propped position against that arm. They placed you that way for a reason."

"Eh. I'm okay here."

"IkhHHh- khh-hh. I am concerned about your temperature- oh."

"Oh?"

"SkhHh. Sir Finn wanted to know the moment you woke."

"Who is he?"

"Our caretaker, it seems."

Ooo-hoo, what is THAT face?

"I shall-"

"Oh woah, woah, Zelda, stay down-"

"In- deed not, Sir Knight. You are far more injured thaKHHn-kh-khhh-hh-"

"But coughing less."

"-hhHHkhh. Mgh. Hh. I haven't a fever."

"Yeah, I've had fevers before, though, and you're my Princess."

"And what of it? You are my knight."

"Pff. Which again means I protect you."

"From the need to pull a simple cord?"

"Double-pff. Now I'm DEFINITELY doing it." Up, Link "OoOOOhffffff-"

"Link!"

"I'm good, it just- hurts." It's fine, Link, and the floor isn't that cold, the fire in the grate's been going a while and oooh, the water pot, that's a good idea.

Don't get distracted, Link, just hurry over here and pull the cord and get back in-

"Oh- the- bolt. I'd thrown it as you slept."

"Got it." Smart. Of course, this means I am absolutely not sleeping until it's bolted again. Just in case.

Reidabones.

…No. If I hear Reidabones I'm going to help them destroy what's left of her, even if I rip my bandages out of my BAaaACKskin which is what it feels like I'm doing right now holy crap get back on that couch and stay still "F-f-f-f-f" wait. Wait, whose underwear am I wearing?

"He- heheheheh, knight."

"What?"

"I'm astonished you have such acrobatics in you at the moment."

Very glad she's not just laughing at this nothing-but-bandages-and-underwear situation. "For me, jumping onto a couch isn't acrobatics. It's just the fast way to get back under the blanket."

"It does seem cold, even with the fire."

I hope that's true, and not that we're both actually feverish, but my fever is higher than hers.

Elixirs?

"Kh-hh-khHh-"

DOORbeready

"-hh-kh-h- oh-"

"Wha-?!"

Hiiiiii, why's he so surprised? It's not like they didn't know I was in here, right?

"You're up?!"

"Uh. Kind of?"

"Lee. Lee! He's up. Yell it down."

"THE GUY'S UP."

Wow.

.

And this guard clearly has no idea what to do next.

.

Be friendly? "Hi. I'm Link."

"Hehehehehehe. Y- yeah."

…What the hell?

"Sir Finn'll probably be- be with you- soon. I'll just."

…Sneak back into the hallway?

"KhhHHh-khh."

"Be. Outside."

Aaand door shut.

Zelda?

"Sir Allim appears to be quite skittish."

"Why?"

Oh. Oh, I don't like that face on her either, and this time she's less sideways.

"Link, I think some of these people suspect us to be Yiga Clan members."

"What?!"

"I heard them say something- something which suggested so to me when I first awakened. I- could of course be mistaken."

That's just. "I." I want to say it's crazy but I can't because it so isn't. Not with what's been happening this week. And with Vayden being in the castle longer than I was, which… is really f$*%ing terrifying now that I think about it that way.

"They've treated us well, regardless."

…Yeah. You know what? "It's… okay."

"Is it?!"

"Yeah. Because it's pretty reasonable for them to be confused by us. And unless I was asleep a really long time, there hasn't been enough time for news to have made it deep along the other side of Tanagar Canyon. They wouldn't've known we were on the plain. Hh. The last thing they heard about might be the festival."

Blinky blinks. Why?

"Link."

"What?"

"…They may think you're dead."

.

"I did not think of that." Crap, crap, CRAP how do I prove it's me OH "The sword! Where's-?"

"I do not know."

Maybe they leaned it up-

"It isn't in this room. But Link, it isn't enough."

"Why not?"

"Their discussion of your sword is, in fact, what tipped me off."

"But it doesn't look even vaguely Sheikah, much less anything like what Vayden and Carok-guy were carrying."

"It has long been said that Yiga magic excels at disguise."

"Yeah…" Thus Jeralt's three-guards plan.

"They spoke of things looking wrong. And I think considering your sword's immense weight-"

"Its what?!"

"Y- yes. They don't appear able to lift it and… I rather understand how someone might wonder whether it is, in fact, some other, far heavier object disguised to appear as your sword."

No way. No way, that's crazy. "It's light!"

"I would agree with you but for the others' attempts to remove it from your person."

"So you agree. It's light."

"It seems so to me."

"Like… lighter than all those rocks you lugged in the yard."

"Heh. Kh-kh. Hh. Yes. Far lighter. Quite easy to manage."

When they tried to remove it… I do remember them tugging on me a lot… "What about the slate?"

"It- oh-"

Boots. Movement.

Okay, Link. Okay, it's fair. Sure. They can suspect you're Yiga. But you KNOW Yiga are after you and the Princess. You can't let them put her at risk. Remember your own advice to yourself. Be suspicious.

No, wait. That wasn't my advice to myself. My advice was 'Don't be so suspicious Link.'

No. No no, wait. It was 'Be suspicious, but not TOO suspicious.'

How much is too suspicious?

Clearly WAY MORE than I was being. I should've had Huiru and Reida sniffed out the minute they seemed not to respect Zelda's orders. Very not-Sheikah. I just assumed my preconception was wrong.

Not useful criteria if people don't even think she IS the Princess, although I can watch for people who seem strangely stupid. Stupidity that consistently messes us up. Other than my own, of course.

Well… I should probably watch for that, too. Me being stupid is not good for us and speaking of stupid before they come in what do I do if they decide we're a threat and try to separate us? Or restrain us.

Those boots are shuffling right outside there.

"Kh khh khHHhhh-hm."

The answer is no.

No separating and no restraining. Period.

And in come those boots.

"Good morning."

Does that mean it's morning or is he saying that because I just woke up? A nod and a small wave, Link. Don't really trust the voice right now.

"Surprised you're awake already."

Zelda?

Yeah, it's not just me. She doesn't think he sounds happy about it either.

"This is Sir Finn. He- is in charge of our recovery."

Her face. She… doesn't know what to do here, does she?

She's usually good with people, but they also pretty much already believe she's the Princess.

She looks deflated.

You know what, Link? This time, it's up to you. After all, I'm not used to people thinking I'm anything in particular. Assuming he's NOT a Yiga, this guy deserves your respect, and he's technically under your command. Just follow your own rule: don't be an asshole.

Get back up, Link. Blanket off, and sitting up "f-f-f-f-ooh."

"I don't recommend that."

Yeah, but how else am I going to get up and shake your hand? Give him a little nod, Link, and oh that's interesting, what did my eyebrows just do? I think it's something father's do sometimes. Up, Link, it hurts and it's cold, but it's important, I think, and I'm real glad my nuts aren't just hanging out.

He is giving you SOME look.

"For the love of- sir, with respect-"

Ohh and in come two more pairs of boots- oh, three.

"-please stay dow-?"

Yeah, that's my hand. For shaking! "Good to meet you, Sir Finn. You have my thanks on behalf of both of us, but especially for tending to the Princess." Let that sink in for a second. "I'm Sir Link."

And there's the stare-down.

Don't let it be a stare-down, though. Let the smile out. Let it just be real. Yeah, I'm thankful we're not dead and you helped us. Yeah, I know you're confused and wary. But I'm also not going to bite.

"KhhHHh-hh."

I am, apparently, going to shiver a little, but keep your mouth closed, Link. Keep a lid on it.

There it is- he's taking my hand. And that's an at least relatively normal handshake. I think.

My smile's a little bigger now. None on him, though. Just looking down at me.

"You're welcome. We're not in the habit of leaving people to die in the snow."

"Glad to hear it."

Checking me out all over. Okay.

Eyes lingering on my neck- and narrowing. Did he not realize what he was looking at before? Or was he so busy with the burns and my eye that he didn't notice?

"Couldn't help but notice your palm is warm."

No 'Sir.' Probably to be expected. "The Princess noticed, too." Ha. That one took him aback a bit. "I couldn't tell if her temperature was elevated."

…And he's nodding at the couch.

"Please have a seat and use the fur. We'll check."

Alright. Cordial. I haven't set off any alarm bells.

"Lee, watch for Temda, Izie and all them."

"Yes, sir."

"Allim."

Yeah, he's trying not to say it, but that was totally 'Allim, if this guy makes a wrong move knock him on his ass.'

But I haven't moved wrong. I'm just… back here with Zelda, under my blanket.

She looks pale.

Dammit. I couldn't help that look, and I know he saw it. That wasn't professional-concern-look. That was emotional-oh-no-please-be-okay-look. Too late now.

She looks worried, too. And like she feels kind of sick. Like when fruitcake got ruined for her, and the sight of it turned her stomach.

Aw. I haven't stuffed her full of fruitcake, yet. Haven't had the chance to tell Plynne she'd eat it again.

One palm on each of our foreheads.

And not mine anymore. Just hers.

Those are thought-wrinkles.

"Did you use the fever elixir?"

Resist the urge to tell him to call her Princess.

"No. I slept."

Now is not the time to insist. Why does her voice sound small?

"KhhhhhHHh. Kh-khh-hhh. Mgh."

"Lee, any sign of Izie?"

"Not yet, sir."

"Yell down the stairs. Hurry her up."

"Yes, sir."

"Allim."

"Y- yes, sir."

"Check her forehead, would you?"

"Sir?"

"See how warm she is."

"Uh. S- ir."

Okay… what's he doing?

…Getting a bag from the hallway.

And that would be a thermometer. Expensive, those.

Cleaning it.

"Well, Allim?"

"What?"

"Does she feel like she has a fever?"

"No, sir."

"How does she feel, then?"

"Ah- er- h- how do you feel, Princess?"

Oh my Goddess I can FEEL Finn's eyeroll in the depths of my soul, WOW-

"Allim. Is she the same temperature as you?"

"KhhkhHHHHhhh."

"No, sir."

"What is she, then?"

"…Not sick?"

…This guy's real lucky Chee's not here to make fun of him. I may genuinely feel bad for Sir Finn with his pinched-shut eyes.

"Does she feel cooler than you?"

"Yes, sir."

He's nodding and clearly used to Allim not being all that smart and NOT ALL THAT SMART? Be suspicious, Link. Though… what tactical advantage there'd be in not saying Zelda's cooler than you, I don't know.

Zelda's not usually cold, is she? She's not one of those people with cold hands and feet. Just… reach out, Link. Slowly so you don't give this guy an excuse to poke you with his long stick. Take her hand again.

And… you are also not all that smart, Link. You have a fever. EVERYONE will seem cold to you. Nice that she squeezed me a little, though, no matter how cold it feels.

And here comes the freshly-cleaned thermometer.

"Under your tongue, please. Hold it there firmly until I say otherwise."

Not her first time.

This should really be an awkward silence, but Finn is clearly keeping some kind of mental track of timing or something for the thermometer, Allim's looking confused enough that it doesn't bug me that I know he's also watching for threatening moves, and Zelda…

There were dark circles under her eyes when I woke up, but I feel like they're getting worse while we're sitting here, and there's something about the way her hand's resting in mine. Like she needs mine to lift hers up.

I could be imagining that.

"KmmMMm-mmh-mmh-hh. Mg. M."

"Just hang on a few more moments."

"Mhh. Kmmhh-mmhh. KmmMMMMMmm-hh-mh."

"Alright-"

"Kmm-mmh-khhHhh khHHHHh-hhh. KhHh. Mgh-hh. Hh."

Thoughtful is definitely the word for that look on his face.

"Your body temperature is low."

"…I do feel cold."

"Stay under that fur. Stay warm. With your wounds- not that we want you to be feverish, but cold tends to let festering set in and take hold. Eating should help warm you, too. And you."

And me.

"You have a clear fever, but not high enough for that elixir. That's in case of dangerous highs."

"Like delirious-high?"

"Yes."

Got it.

"Sleep, warmth, and food are still the answer. Food first. Then we'll get your bandages changed and reapply the salve."

Maybe me having a fever was a good thing. This guy's bedisde manner seems to have kicked in or something.

"Has there been- any word. From the help you spoke of?"

"No, ma'am, and I wouldn't expect there to be. It'd take days to get word back from Serenne."

"I thought, pehKhhr-hh- perhaps someone fleeing the eastern plain-"

"Would more likely find help with the Sheikah near the old temple or one of the snowfield Garrisons."

…Why does he suddenly look freaked out?

"Izie will be in soon."

.

He totally rushed out. "I'm… guessing the help is people from here responding to the fire?"

"Yes."

Glad. Very glad. Maybe they'll run into the others. Margil and Beraya… and Daile. They all kicked serious ass. If we can pick them up for the journey back-

Dear Goddess. The journey back. We'll be heading through the plain again if we ever want to go back to the castle. What if you didn't kill everything? What if it's still infested? What if by the time we get there, it's totally overrun?

"Link? You look…"

"Sorry. Just thinking about- next steps."

Oh. The look on her face. "Sorry again." Forward, Link. Hold her. Gingerly, but…

"Ph. Kh-hh."

Her eyes. Closed against the crook of my neck. Can't feel properly. There's… another new bandage there. Where the ReDead bit me.

I'm a mess. We both are.

.

I can't fight on every front personally. I hope Zelda and I killed most of the true horrors on the plain. And I hope the others kick the serious ass they were kicking when we got separated, and that they're well and we'll see them soon.

But the part of the world I'm meant to protect is right here in front of me, and she's not feeling well. Definitely not up for another trip for a while. Neither am I. My back- weird feeling. Hurts, yeah, but also… full? That's not quite right.

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[pianostarinwonderland]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY AZUL

i have nothing prepared for you except my wet soppy thoughts

maybe i might rush write something bc i do have a few ideas on what to write

fucking breathes

the best. fucking. groovy. ever.

like everyone go home right now.

I have tried to think of every way they could make him look good but it ends up being how they could fuck it up because I’m gonna be honest, a lot of Azul’s recent cards are either decent or not hitting that well 🤡🤡

but this. THIS.

HOLLLLYYYYYYYY FUCK IT’S EVERYTHING

THE LIGHTING . THE THE FUCKING FUCK.

TEH ? VMS LISTEN. HE'S THE CHARACTER FOR EVIL SMIRKS, SO OFC THIS SERIES OF EVIL GROOVIES WAS GONNA BE PERFECT FOR HIM BUT BU T BU T

THIS IS SOOOOOO GOOOD. LIKE??????? DEADASS THE BEST ???? SMIRK??????? HE'S EVER MADE?????????? AND HE LOOKS SOOOO MUCH LIKE HIMSELF

THIS IS ALSO THE BEST ANGLE WE'VE EVER GOTTEN THAT SHOWS HIS 'BALD' SIDE AND THAT'S S OGUFKCKNGJ GOOD

AND AND

🧍‍♀️

h

he hey sir.

your hand looks cold.

m mm mind if i h hh hh hhhh hhol— gunshots are fired

ADN CAN I JUST

CRY ABOUT

PART OF YOUR WORLD BEING THE PAINTING LIKE LEI EK JLGSLKGNLSKDNGOADSNGOAINSAONGOAISNGI0AOHGIOAHGSDHIFGHSDOIGFHNSDINGIDSNJGKVDS

FUCKKKKK THIS WAS WHAT I'VE WANTED FOR THE PAST FWE MONTHS

THE PART OF YOUR WORLD SEGMETJKNJENJKSNGFNDKSJNGKSDKGNSDKLNGLSDGNDSLGS

FUCKGN ISN FCYRING

LISTEN LISTEN.

LISTEN.

I WILL DROP A HOT TAKE RIGHT NOW

THE LITTLE MERMAID SONG THAT DEFINES AZUL IS NOT POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS BUT IT'S PART OF YOUR WORLD

AZUL'S SCHEMING AND CUNNING IS DEFINITELY FROM URSULA AND IS REFLECTED SOOOO MUCH IN POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS

BUT HIS DREAMS

HIS GOALS

HIS AMBITIONS AND DETERMINATION TO MAKE HIS WISHES COME TRUE

PART OF YOUR WORLD REFLECTS THAT.

AZUL WOULD NOT BE AZUL IF IT WASNT FOR PART OF YOUR WORLD

AND THE SPECIFIC PART THEY SHOW OF PART OF YOUR WORLD. IT'S THE PART WHERE ARIEL WAS DETERMINED TO GET TO THE SURFACE

THAT'S LITERALLY AZUL

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

OUGOSHGHSODGHSUGUDSOHGODSGHOSDGDSGOSDHGISDOSDNGDGDSNGNSDOIGNIONAONGNAONSGIOSOGA

ok and can i just

scream about his story

BECAUSE. GOD FUCK THAT STORY LEFT ME DEAD.

loike like AZUL TALKED ABOUT HIS GRANDMA?????

THE SECOND BDAY STORY IN A ROW THAT HE TALKS ABOUT HOW HIS GRANDMA RAISED HIM AND AND HOW SHE'S BEEN SUCH A BIG INFLUENCE IN HIS LIFE

he's a grandma's boy ouhghfohfgf he loves his grandma sm he respects her and cherishes her goddddddddd

i love how he's aware that true compassion comes from not just spoiling someone but also disciplining them and whatnot

it adds to the balanced theme that he has going on

i also just rly love in general that azul loves and respects the maternal figures in his life not only because it makes him more respectable but also because it ties in with the feminism theme that you find in the little mermaid (whether animated or live action)

then then THE WHOLE LIKE,,, PART WHERE AZUL TELLS JAMIL THAT HE WAS SO SURPRISED AT ALL THE NEW SCENTS ON LAND THAT HE WAS SNIFFING AROUND LITERALLY

i first saw that part in an out of context screenshot, where jamil's like "lol haha you were just sniffing around everywhere omg" and i was like HUH?????

@/doom on twt also pointed out that it might be why Azul's into colognes and i think i shuold just be defenestrated at this point from how insane i've been goign

THE BARBEQUE PART THO

IT'S SO CUTE

AZUL, FLOYD, AND JADE DOING A BARBECUE....... WHEN THEY BARELY KNEW ABOUT LAND CULTURE AND PHYSICS................

AND THEY BURNT EVERYTHING LMAOOOO AND THE TWEELS BLEW SMOKE INTO HIS FACE THAT WAS JUST SO CUTE HONESTLY

jamil's like wow that sounds funny haha and honestly same jamil same

AND THEN THE PART WHERE THEY TALK ABOUT THE PR FOR NRC

god typical azul for doing it so that he can boost himself before graduatign

but i also got a lil emotional on that part not gonna lie bc he's Still grabbing opportunities to achieve his goals and he's working hard for them and god honestly that's one of the main reasons why i fell for him and i still love him for it

i also like

fucking died over his voiced line s

wtf

wtf are those lines

azul actually talking about love and crushes in his groovy....... but it's just him saying it's great cause he can exploit it lmaoooo

babe you're gonna be a disaster when you actually like someone i know it

jamil's already bordering on it, but if you actually end up liking Liking someone it's so over

personally what really fucking sent me though was Azul going "I take art as one of my courses so I can explain to you any painting you're interested in" LIKE

CMON.

CMONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN.

lore on NRC courses???

but also the way that's phrased sounds like art is an elective you can opt to take ? ?

and he CHOSE to take art? //? /

hELL O

AHAHFAHSHFOIAHSIOFHIOASHFIAS THE ARTIST IN ME IS GOING AWAOHOAHGOAH

ofc Azul looks at art in a business sense, but i love that he's so wiling to branch out and rly appreciate it

cause how many ppl out there put down art :')) employers in particular are really iffy about this

Azul's also designed mostro lounge so you know he has his own style

also wtf Azul, you have your tentacles in business, in science and maths (science would be chemistry ish because of alchemy and arithmetic is Literally listed as his talent), and now in the arts

just.

just

man

happy birthday ashengrotto. take my tears and my insanity for now until i can writey ou smth better

[virtualgirladvance]

Sorry I blacked out for a sec could you repeat that slower and with more detail for poor... Confused me

Girls. Gunpla. Mecha. Blue-screen.

[zoteboateveryday]

Drawing Zote every day until we get Zoteboat: Day 580

hhhhhhhhhh hhhhh hhh hhhh hhh hh hhhhh hhhh hhh hh h hhhh

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

WEHHHHHH 🥺

ABSHLDHUGSPdPBADFLBAFSBLIA SO MANY ALICE IN WONDERLAND REFERENCES IN THE RABBIT RUNRa cE, I’M SCREAMING 😭 You have no idea how well this content feeds me

The rabbit hopping, the flood that washes Alice away, the hedge maze, the teapots’ steam reminiscent of the caterpillar’s haze, the colorful tea set of the Mad Hatter and March Hare, checking the pocket watch for the time, the talking doorknob, the wonky clocks, growing and shrinking because of eating funky mushrooms… 🫠 A relay race was such a perfect way to showcase all these weird and wacky obstacles in a natural way!!

There were also lots of other traps we didn’t get to see, but even the mention of them are Alice in Wonderland references! Getting trapped in a giant teapot, getting jam on your nose… dshlcbasbyafoyafyfaeoibi aaaaaah, it’s all so cute…

THE GROOVIES TOO OML EPEL CRAWLING THROUGH THE TEENY TINY DOORS LIKE ALICE DID 🤡 ORTHO HOPPING AROUND LIKE THE WHITE RABBIT ON THE RUN AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA HHHHHH  HH H HHHH H HH H H H 

Of course, the star of the show was Deuce!! chdvwidbdkwken NOT THE DELINWUENt TRYING TO CRUsH HIM?????? OTL The cauldron dropping on Deuce is also cjwvejxnskw so funny??? Both when he’s smol and when he’s lorg again… All his time in Track and Field Club paid off when he sprinted past everyone else and raced up the tower to toot his bugle in victory 😭 AnD THE WHiTE RAvbbiT GLASSEs SuIT HIMMMM

[lokimobius]

Seven Sentence Sunday

tagged by @kcscribbler, @loki-is-my-kink-awakening & @silentxsymphony! thank you!!

very nervously working on my first ever nsfw fic!!! 😬 pray 4 me

With a quick kiss to his lips, Loki pulled himself away from Mobius completely, standing back to admire him. “Where do you think you’re going?” Mobius whined, letting his head fall to rest on the cabinet behind him. Loki stared at the way Mobius’ chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, his flushed skin shining from where he’d left wet kisses upon it. He was stunning. “I want to watch you pleasure yourself.” Mobius’ eyes go wide, breath catching in his throat. “Loki, I-” “You said you’d been thinking about this for ages.” He interrupted, voice low, “I want you to show me how you touch yourself when you think of me.”

ah h hh hh h hhhh i'm shy so no tags !!! (also this is only 6 sentences... the next one actually hasn't been written because i don't write in order.)

[themausoleumprisoner]

j. ja j j HA H H. H H A H H A H AH H. HA HH A.H .AH A.H A HDRMT HJRK GEDA IM GONNA CRY. IM GONNA BALL OUT IM GONNA BREAK DOWN. H H A H H HA HAH . HA H H HHHH. H H A HA H A H HA. HH HA H A H A. HA HA H A.H .AH A.H . H. yugure no tori is exactly what is sounding in my mind at this moment

[chaos-proffessa]

Heyyy I wanted to post a little something for zee and Emily! Little ficklet I hope you enjoy! Member Chaos can't spell

Emily smiled at Zee, they sat next to each other on a Picnic blanket. Zee had shown Emily a flier on their way to the markets for a public free movie night in the park!, Zee had been so excited! They lived all the movies showing and was so excited for this to be their third date! Emily on the other hand was less excited by the idea. Her allergies had been affecting her pretty badly recently, she was still getting used to all the new flowers and grasses and trees. Just thinking about it made her nose itch. She descreatly raised her hand pressing a knuckle to her septum. Her nose twitched and scrunched, she turned to the side to quickly stifle away from her date. "H-Gtsh!... 'Txsh!-Hh-hI'Tsh!.. snf" Emily looked over to Zee anxiously. Thankfully they hadn't heard it too focused on the movie. Emily smiled Zee looked so pretty in the light of the projector screen. Zee looked to Emily with a smile "Emily look this is my favourite part!" She exclaimed wrapping her arms around the other and pulling her in towards their chest. Emily chuckled and leant into the embrace as the movies ending played. It was so sweet it was a really nice movie. Shed ended up getting distracted as Zee played with her hair closing her eyes and listening to the music that she didn't even notice Zee quietly putting together a flower crown from the small flowers that surrounded them. Zee giggled placing the crown on-top of Emily head "my queen! I present to you the crown of flowers. They passed through many generations of the enemy caterpillars to get here!" Emily's attention diverted from Zee's speech to the sudden fluttery tickle invading her sinuses. She glanced up to see as Zee jostled her hair that little flakes of pettles and pollen would float down Infront of her face. She hitched and scrunched her nose trying desperately to hold back. "And y'know how bees can be too!, too worried about carrying pollen to their queen to leave my queen bee haha get it and!- oh are you ok?" Zee leant forward over Emily's head to see. "S-sorry hHh! H-honey!" Emily stammered wiggling out of Zee's grip, zee turned to face Emily as she turned away. Cupping her cheeks in their own "Emily are you alright?, honey you look upset what happened, did the movie make you sad?, we can go to mine if you wanna instead I have other movies there that are alot-" "H-HGts!-'GgTSHH!!" Zee was cut off as Emily snapped her head down to avoid spraying her date. Zee let go of her face and stared wide eyed as she gently plucked the flower crown from her head "hHh hIhH'Tgsh! EhH'Shhh! HhhH Hh'gShht!!" Emily stifled inbetween fits she shakily grabbed the top of her bandana from her neck ducking down into it to cover as stifling became harder to accomplish "hhH'Ih H IiH'DshHHYEW!! ihhH HiH'IdSHHYu! Ghh H! Hh H HIh HiH'IDSSHSHYYuUUUW!!!" Emily shuddered pinching her nose shut with the bandana, she blew it Zee would be disgusted and leave and she's have to stumble on home trying to hide the mess shed become and!- "here" Emily looked up through allergic tears to see Zee holding some water, allergy medicine and a pack of tissues while giving a small apologetic smile. "Mb'sorry oh m-m'by god I'm so gr-groHhss hIH'Gxt!!! Ghh ohh" Zee shook her head "your not gross love, I'm sorry. I should've asked before I stuck all those flowers on you. I just got excited is all" Zee explained guiltily "c'mon let's go to my place, there's no flowers there" Zee leant forward and placed a kiss to Emily's cheek. Emily starred her cheeks flushing bright eyes wide. "O-okay".