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[partypoisonenthusiast]

frank ieros Diet Coke obsession should be studied

[factory-of-bullshit]

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[milkncookiesmoon]

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[skyward-floored]

Turning point

Swamp Link & the cult again. We’re getting to the real exciting stuff...

Putting a tw on this one for some non-consensual touching— you all know I have lines I don’t cross so it’s nothing extreme, but it does occur.

Previous | Masterlist

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Link was really hungry.

It was the next afternoon, his third day of imprisonment, and more than a whole day since he’d been given his punishment. Already he felt shaky from the lack of food— his stomach wasn’t even growling much anymore since it had been so long since he’d eaten a real meal, just an occasional hunger pang running through it.

Link had half-heartedly attempted some escapes, but he hadn’t gotten very far with any. Eventually he’d given up for the time being, and spent most of the day either kicking uselessly at the window or door, or flopped miserably on his pile of pillows. He’d even ignored Linkle when she came to give him water that morning. He didn’t want water.

He wanted food.

He groaned, pressing his face into a pillow. It felt like there was a pit in his stomach, gnawing at him relentlessly. His head was fuzzy and his hands shook, and Link couldn’t even try and see if the one plant in the corner of his room was edible or not because of the horrible cloth over his mouth.

He pulled irritably at it again, frustrated when it didn’t budge. He’d tried everything he could think of to get it off, but nothing had worked, and the more time that went on the more uncomfortable it got. Between that, the hunger, and the oppressive sense of helplessness that was starting to fall over him, he had to admit he was feeling pretty bleak.

At least Linkle was the one who gave him water. She still annoyed him, but she didn’t laugh at him when he struggled with it, and even though she went along with his punishment, she’d seemed a little more sympathetic ever since the cloth had been put over his mouth.

Maybe that was just because he couldn’t talk back.

The door rattled, and Link tiredly stood up, barely thinking about it. Probably more water. It was early for it, but he wouldn’t complain. He couldn’t complain. And since he’d only drank enough to make Linkle leave that morning, he was feeling pretty parched.

The door swung open, and a tall woman came in with a basket, her gaze immediately zeroing in on him. Link lifted his head, then tilted it in question, not recognizing her. She didn’t have any water with her, and he didn’t just get random visitors.

She closed the door behind her and set down her basket, then stared at him, her gaze awed. “It’s amazing to see you, Hero... ever since the ceremony I’ve wanted a closer look, but barely anyone’s been allowed up here. But I told the guards I had more clothes for you. That made good cover.”

Cover? Link thought, and squinted at her. She smiled.

“You’re every bit the texts said you’d be,” she said, stepping closer. “Sunshine hair and bright eyes. I thought they’d be bluer, but these aren’t bad. You’re quite striking.”

Her smile grew, and a sudden sharp unease rose in Link’s chest. He didn’t like the look in her eyes.

He stepped back, but the woman only took another step forward.

“I wonder...” she said as she advanced, her pale eyes fixed on him. “...Are you really as courageous as the texts say? I hope so.”

That same smile was fixed on her face, and Link began looking around for a weapon, still backing away. But there was nothing within reach, and they’d taken everything he might’ve been able to use out of here. He couldn’t even shout for help.

“I can’t wait for the next ceremony. It’ll be such a blessing,” she said mildly, and Link swallowed as his back hit the wall. The woman kept coming closer. “In the meantime... I’m sure you’re pretty lonely, locked away in here all by yourself. You know I didn’t exactly tell you why I came up here, truth be told.”

Link made the only sound he could through the cloth, growling as she kept moving closer, his heart thudding in his chest. She’d gotten him in the corner where he didn’t have room to run, and Link felt frozen as she blocked him in. Her face was only inches from his own suddenly, and despite how he knew he should do something, Link couldn’t make himself move as she grabbed his wrists, pinning them to the wall.

“You’re a smart boy, you figure it out,” she whispered, then smashed her lips to his despite the cloth on his mouth.

Link recoiled, the action partially snapping him out of his frozen state, and tried to push her away. But her grip was so tight on his wrists it hurt, and she was so close to him he couldn’t use his legs to kick out at all. Not to mention how weak he was from the lack of food, it made fighting difficult.

The woman pressed herself closer to him, and panic went over Link as her hair brushed his chest.

He pretended to go limp, then abruptly twisted around, managing to free one of his hands and push her back with it. She growled in frustration and grabbed his face again, but then Link heard a shout.

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing?!”

The woman who’d been about to kiss him again froze, and to Link’s great relief, Linkle came rushing inside with the guards at her heels, her face furious.

“Get away from him Felene, you defile yourself,” she snapped, and shoved her back. “I should report you to Mistress for daring to touch him in such a way!”

“But Linkle, he’s so handsome,” Felene said, and Link couldn’t help but flinch back from the hungry gaze she flicked towards him. “I still haven’t been Matched, and he’s better then any of the consorts I’ve looked at! I have needs you know.”

“He’s the Hero!”

“But someone has to have him, it might as well be me,” Felene whined.

“Oh yeah? Well bring it up with Mistress then,” Linkle snapped. “Get out. You’re not allowed in here.”

“But I was just delivering some—”

“Out!”

The woman pouted, but finally did as Linkle said, slinking away as the guards escorted her out and closed the door behind them.

Linkle glared after her, ears red, then looked at Link, her anger turning to what looked like actual concern on her face. “Are you okay?”

Link could only give a weak shrug, and sank down to the floor, his legs suddenly shaking too hard to hold him up. He held his wrists close to his chest, and tried to steady his frantic breathing, heart pounding. He felt like he couldn’t get in enough air.

Linkle breathed out, and rubbed her forehead.

“You should drink something,” she said quietly, then knelt down next to him, letting him see her hands as she raised them. Link didn’t flinch away still despite the lingering fear, knowing Linkle wouldn’t hurt him. She may have been annoying, but she’d never done anything...

Link violently shivered.

He’d assumed Linkle would do what she always did when she gave him water, but to his surprise, he felt her fingers messing with the clasp behind his head. He heard a click, and then the cloth fell off from over his mouth, allowing him to take a deep breath for the first time in what felt like forever.

He took in several, and wiped his hand over his mouth like it would banish the feeling of foreign lips against his. Even though they’d been separated by fabric, he could still feel them.

“Thank you,” he rasped quietly, and Linkle nodded as she handed him a cup.

“She had no right to do that to you,” Linkle muttered, and sat beside him as he drank.

Things stayed quiet between them, Link’s hand shaking as he drank from the cup. The whole time he’d been here he’d felt powerless against what these people had been trying to do and done to him, but that...

Link exhaled, cup empty, and closed his eyes.

That had been terrifying.

“She really didn’t... hurt you, right?” Linkle asked after a bit, and Link shook his head.

”Nothing bad. She was only in here for a minute,” he rasped, then cleared his throat. “Ugh. I hate that cloth.”

Linkle looked away from him. “...It does seem a little extreme.”

Link exhaled a little more shakily this time.

“I just want to go home,” he admitted in a whisper.

He wanted to be free to go wherever he wanted again. He wanted to see his family, and make sure they were all okay, and curl up in his mom’s arms. And most of all he wanted to get out of here and away from these terrible people and go back to saving Zelda.

“I’m sorry,” Linkle said quietly, and didn’t add on any empty platitudes about how ‘this was actually better’ for once. Which Link appreciated. “What... what’s your home like?”

Link looked at the ceiling, hesitating a moment.

Then he told her.

He hadn’t planned to explain much, but once he started talking he didn’t want to stop. He told Linkle the story about being found by his mother, and then being raised by the Zora. About growing up in the swamp, and what it was like, learning to swim practically before he could walk, and about his siblings and parents and village.

Linkle listened quietly for once, not interjecting with any snippy comments. Link actually felt himself calm down the longer he spoke about his family, the terror of being cornered and touched fading from his mind. Just being able to talk felt amazing, and he hoped Linkle wouldn’t put the cloth back over his mouth.

He really hated that thing.

...He hated this place.

Link began to explain about the day Zelda came to the swamp and his journey afterwards, and Linkle listened in rapt attention as he told her about the castle, and the temples he’d gone through, and finally, about Ganon being freed.

“...and then I ended up here,” Link finally finished, throat sore. “I’m trying to save my home. And my friend. And me being here is getting in the way of that.” He looked over at where she was sitting. “Now do you understand why I don’t want to be here? Why I keep running?”

Linkle slowly nodded, the long edges of her dress pooling over her feet. “I think I do.”

A glimmer of hope rose in Link’s chest, but then a knock at the door startled them both. Linkle quickly stood, smoothing out her dress as one of the guards entered the room, and Link noticed she situated herself so the guard couldn’t see his uncovered mouth.

“Linkle, Mistress wants to speak with you,” she said, and Linkle nodded.

“Very well,” she sighed. “I’ll be there in just a moment.”

The guard nodded, closing the door again, and Linkle looked down at Link, worry still on her face.

“I... will you be all right?”

Link gave her a weak smile. “Yeah. Be careful. Your boss is scary.”

Link saw her hide a smile at that, and she turned, walking towards the door. She was halfway there when she paused, and her face twisted with a brief emotion, and then she suddenly turned and came back over to him, her expression suddenly fearful.

“Don’t tell anyone,” she said in a whisper, then pressed something into his hand.

Then she put the cloth back over his face, and left.

Link blinked, a bit thrown at her abruptness, and looked down at his palm. There was a pear in his hands, one of the purplish-red kinds, and his breath caught at the sight of it. Why would she give him food and then put the cloth back over his face? She knew he couldn’t eat it like this, that was just... cruel.

Anger rose in him, and Link wound his arm back to throw the useless fruit at the wall, when the cloth at his mouth shifted.

Link froze, then felt at it, realizing suddenly that Linkle hadn’t fastened the cloth with the magical clasp. She’d just loosely tied it.

He could take it off.

Link practically threw it off again, relieved beyond belief, and then devoured the pear in his hands. His stomach protested, and Link forced himself to slow, but he still ate quickly, afraid of someone coming in and seeing him. He wasn’t supposed to get food until sometime tomorrow.

Yet Linkle had given him some now.

...Why?

Link licked his fingers of every drop of juice as he finished, then wiped them off, leaning back against the wall. His shoulders slumped as the events of the afternoon hit him again, and he pulled his knees up to his chest, running a trembling hand through his hair.

He was okay.

He was... okay.

Link breathed in, then out, trying to stay calm by thinking about the puzzle of Linkle. He just didn’t know about her. He felt like he couldn’t quite figure her out, and yet... she’d gone against her leader’s orders. For him.

Maybe she was finally having a change of heart?

Link sighed, rubbing his face. He didn’t know. All he did know was that he had to get out of here as soon as possible.

And it looked like Linkle might be his only chance.

...

Out in the hallway, Linkle clenched her hands into fists as they shook with the weight of her disobedience.

[docsbestkissedoperative]

ramble because i'm thinking of mpn arena mode. more under the cut lol

thinkin about how the player character might feel about doc and how that could change from loop to loop

logically, they know doc is doing what's best for nevada, and that maybe they should be more upset with the maker and the machine and everything else, but these are beings they rarely get to see and reach.

sometimes it feels like the best they have is to project their rage at the closest person they could find who has even an ounce of understanding and knowledge of what's going on, seems unopposed to letting it happen, and is being vague to the point of being unhelpful at times

an unknown amount of loops later, the player and doc are sitting in that damned bus again, in a new body again, and they can't look doc in the eye. doc tells them to spit it out. all the player can do is break down into tears and beg for his forgiveness and doc is shocked and can't understand why

they remember the last loop, and maybe the one before that and the one before that. they remember how they turned cold and cruel to doc, sharp and bitter, maybe once to the point of almost killing him right then and there. the combined strength of all their recruits, hirelings, and employees couldn't rip them off of the guy. they remember the confusion, the fear, the betrayal

but why does doc get to feel that and not them? how many times have they done this now? how many times did doc recognize that they were aware of what was going on?

isn't it so cruel to let it happen anyway? isn't it cruel to force them to go through the same missions a million times over just so they could get to the end of it and sacrifice themself? doc doesn't just give them an endpoint, he made them build the entire path for it too

they know doc is in many ways just as powerless, but it feels good to have someone they can blame

but here in the bus where everything can start anew, the realization of what they've done hits so hard that they refuse to be near him at all for a long time

but then that loop passes and the next one passes and the one after that passes, and that rage is back.

then more loops, and it vanishes. again and again and again just like everything else

they're sure one day it'll be the end of them

[theesteppenwolf]

More Lorant and Jasper to brighten your day 💛

Jasper belongs to the super awesome @marvelous-goose

they're so in love they make me sick im throwing up rn

[i-need-a-user]

very quick introduction!!

i am a minor (streaming season 14 of my life right now)

pronouns: she/her

sexuality: pansexual (sadly internalized homophobia has gotten to me, but i am fighting it off with a sword.)

if you are: transphobic/racist/homophobic/ableist/xenophobic/discriminatory in any way shape or form i will not hesitate to block you :D

but if you are not any of those then ask, vent, ramble, and overshare your heart away!!

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fandoms/media i've consumed (very little list, will add more later): BBC Merlin, Marauders, She- Ra, Percy Jackson, House MD, Grishaverse, Arcane, Brooklyn 99 (NINE NINE!),Heartstopper, Young Royals, Dead Boy Detectives, Lockwood and Co, Julie and the Phantoms, Dead Poets Society, The Half Of It!!!

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i also like musicals!! for example: hamilton, heathers, epic, hadestown! (i am a very basic person, trust me i know!)

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some musical artists that i like to listen to (my song taste is erratic)

Hozier

Gigi Perez

Noah Kahan

MICO

Fish In A Birdcage

Adrianne Lenker

Chloe Ament

One Direction

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i adore and love books!! I read mostly fantasy & romance (yes, fanfiction is included)

my fav books include:

Legendborn (Tracy Deonn)

Six Of Crows (Leigh Bardugo)

The Song of Achilles (Madeline Miller)

(i've read many it's just i seem to have forgotten them)

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(i read @idontexist734's intro post and thought of more things to say cause as of right now this thing is looking blander than a sad potato salad. so thank you to them!!)

random facts ~!!

I would love to pursue psychology, medicine, history, philosophy all that stuff if i ever get the chance to!!

my personality type is an infp-t and my enneagram is 5w4

sometimes i write poetry >:)

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thanks for listening!! have a cookie

[tagarilaghost]

hi :3 there’s now a part two of this!

He cooked a full on meal over the magma, your honor.

Inspired by this post from @wowitsmetaylor I seriously can’t stop drawing PMD stuff what is this😭

[clevercrumbish]

You're at a house viewing. You're being shown around by the agent. The property is good: spacious, well-built. Technically within your budget, though perhaps a little bit of a stretch. The agent takes you into a small, close room off the ground floor hall.

"So this was an office, but I think with the furnishings available it could also be a small media room or something like that, it'd really be up to you. There's a lot you can do with it given all the sockets and such, you see."

You look around. The wall of this small room is lined with brackets for articulated monitors or tv screens. Above them, you can see pins in the wall for hanging paintings or photos. A lot of pins, enough that the entire wall could have been covered in paintings, or photos... or posters.

"It's wired for a sound system, you see." The agent points at an audio jack socket in the wall. "And the walls are thick, so noise wouldn't be an issue."

You look at the doorjamb. The agent is right, the walls of this room are twice as thick as in the rest of the house.

"The one downside, just so you're aware." She says, bending down to gesture with her pen at something on the floor. "There's a bit of an odd stain here, just a wear and tear thing, you could definitely sand that off if you were inclined to have the floor refinished and it's pretty minor, but just for full transparency, you know."

You look directly at the agent. Her head snaps up to make eye contact and stares back at you. Her piercing gaze is a challenge, a powerful weapon drilling into the back of your skull. Neither of you speak, you can feel the power of your own expression beaming out from your face like a laser before breaking harmlessly as if a shallow wave against the bulwark of her stony countenance. She knows. She knows you know. She's not even daring you to say anything, she knows you won't. The entire battle between you is being decided in tiny faciomuscular twitches, never to reach to the cruder, more barbaric arena of the spoken word.

"An office." You say plainly, fighting for your life to keep your tone steady.

"Or a media room." She replies in expertly practised kind.

[imidori-ya]

My married friends are having a fight over whether or not this pillow looks like a butt

The gc agreed it did indeed look like booty. This was my contribution to the topic:

And just for fun…

[yikesb3rg]

ah. my blorg.

[johnnyvalance]

sometimes i forget that EVERYTHING has a fandom. i was recently informed by my friend that there’s a lord of the flies fandom. whats next. yeah im the the jungle fandom. jurgis and that meat grinder defo had SOMETHING going on

[nesssy]

winnie t. pooh design i doodled when thinking of the wizard of oz rpg for the ds…..hello world

[tomhardysurinal]

I know, I KNOW this is a gay porn blog but...

[maeofthedead]

Ok yeah you're 'haunting the narrative', but are you doing it in a 'peaceful spirit' kind of way or in a 'poltergeist' way?

[unubinary]

A room only lit by candles arranged in a Star of Dave’s. Dark lines cunet that might be red but it’s too dark to tell. A door creaks open as two figures walk in.

@meepmoopmaap