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okayto · 6 months

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I'm in a reference class right now and I just get so irrationally angry about the requirements.

Like, obviously, the purpose of the class is to make sure all the theoretically-future (or sometimes current) librarians know how to actually look things up AND verify sources AND in a wide variety of subjects and topics. Yes, good, valuable, important.

BUT I hate it so much. I hate questions that sound like they came from an alien whose best human impression comes from old chatbots: "Who is Zora Neale Hurston? What is she known for? Does Sparkle Library have any of her books?" why are you asking the first two questions if you clearly know them enough to ask the third "What's this geologic feature I saw in town? What's its history? Where is it?" can I point you to Google Maps please "What is the meaning of the word fandom?" why am I required to find you four verified resources on a dictionary definition "Can you help me find articles about this topic" yes but our professor hasn't actually given us examples of how they'd 'verify' articles so IDK if this will work even though it's literally exactly how I'd do this in my actual library job where I provide reference services to college students.

#maybe it's that the prof wants things formatted in what feels like an unnatural way to me #like sorry if I cite Best Ref Websites 2003 to someone IRL I think that'd sound Dubious even if the site is still good 21 yrs later y'know?#I don't even know if I think there's a better way to teach this--I just hate the formality of it all #it feels so unnatural even though it's a valuable skill/knowledge #I'm currently signed up for the advanced reference class next and I think I'm gonna get my advisor to change my plan #because I will explode with another semester of this #library school #grad school #I am trying very hard not to assume I know things just because I already provide reference services #(especially since my job usually keeps to a fairly narrow type of reference)#but it's difficult when it feels like the alternative is 'Reference Provided by Exactly Zero Real Life People Ever'

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skyward-floored · 2 years

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Whumptober day 21 — “you’re safe now”

Continuation to day 10!

*clears throat nervously* Fierce Dadity anyone..?

The whole Fierce Dadity thing is such a fun concept, and trying to write it at least somewhat well was a bit of a challenge for me I’ll admit. I’m usually more for the “angsty possession” view rather than “all powerful deity who is actually a dad”, so I really hope I did it justice...

@skyloftian-nutcase you wanted to be tagged for this :)

Warnings: non-graphic descriptions of injuries, blood and a small bit of vomiting

Ao3 link

Day 10

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The Yiga didn’t stand a chance.

Six foot soldiers and a blademaster were nothing to the might of the Fierce Deity, who let out a roar as soon as he took Sky’s place. Time was only barely lucid, but even he flinched a bit at the war cry. The Yiga holding him seemed to have similar reactions, and they fled mere seconds later.

Time fell to the ground after they dropped him, too dazed to catch himself, and drew in a sharp gasp as the raw skin on his chest and back was jarred. He felt like one big scrape, his skin like fire, and he focused intently on not passing out despite how tempting it was.

Sky needed him.

He heard more sounds of fighting, but focused on trying to breath through the pain he was in so he could actually move, and managed to get a shaking hand under himself. Bracing himself, he pushed up, then cried out as the motion jarred his back.

He fell back to the ground with a hiss, and took several quick, steadying breaths, desperately clinging to awareness. He needed to stay awake, the Yiga were still here, they could attack him again, and he was the only one who knew what the deity was capable of, what he inflicted on his wielder—

Heavy footsteps sounded in the grass, and Time suddenly realized it had gone very quiet.

He managed to raise his head, and met the glowing white gaze of the Fierce Deity, staring down at him in silence.

He flinched in spite of himself.

“I have eliminated the threat.” the Deity spoke, threads of Sky’s voice overlaid in his deep, powerful voice. Time swallowed and tried to speak, but let out a pained cough instead.

He sucked in a sharp breath at the pain the action caused, and heard armor clink as the Deity kneeled next to him. A hand ghosted along his back, and Time flinched again, but as he did so, the Deity let out a... concerned murmur?

“You’re safe now,” the deity gently rumbled, and Time coughed again.

“R-release Sky,” he managed to get out, and the Deity cocked his head, not unlike one of the dogs that frequented the stables in Wild’s era.

“He is perfectly safe. And you are in need of attention he cannot give at this time,” the Deity spoke, and carefully peered at the injuries on Time’s chest. “This shirt has to go.”

“Wha—“

The Deity abruptly drew his impressive blade, and Time startled, gritting his teeth as pain sliced up his back.

“Calm yourself little one.”

Time swallowed, then watched in utter bafflement as the Fierce Deity very carefully used the tip of his huge double-helix blade to cut what was left of Time’s shirt off and away from his injuries.

The torn fabric stuck to him a bit, blood making it cling to his skin, but the Fierce Deity was oddly gentle in peeling it away, gloves hands barely even touching him. Once his shirt was off, the Deity ran another hand over Time’s back, not touching him anywhere the whip had ripped open his skin.

“They were thorough...” he rumbled, anger rising in his voice. “This needs immediate attention.”

Everything was moving a bit too fast for Time, who’s pain-addled brain was just very, very confused at all of this.

“Why..?” he breathed, “what a-are... ngh...”

Time pressed his forehead to the grass below him, trying to breath steadily. He’d been in pain countless times before, but this was definitely some of the worst he’d experienced, streaks of agony lashed all over him.

The Deity next to him shifted slightly, and Time didn’t have the energy to look up at him again.

“You need to rest. I apologize for the discomfort.”

And before Time could do anything, the Fierce Deity had swept him up into his arms.

He would have resisted the motion, but even with how carefully the deity was, the act of being picked up sent agony across Time’s back and chest, and he breathed in a choked breath as searing flames seemed to lick up his skin.

“I’m sorry little one, please stay awake.”

A hand comfortingly carded through his hair, and Time was in too much pain and confusion to try to resist the motion. It was oddly soothing, despite knowing a literal unfathomably powerful deity was doing it, and Time felt some of the tension in his shoulders ease.

But just a little.

“P-Put me down,” he rasped, weakly pushing at the deity’s arms.

“I am taking you back to your bedroll where you can rest,” the Deity said smoothly, not moved in the least. “Struggling will only increase your pain. Please desist.”

Time frowned. He did not appreciate being spoken to like a child, he’d already had plenty enough of that in his life, thank you.

“Do you have any potions?” the Fierce Deity asked before he could voice his annoyance, and Time sighed again.

“In my... bag,” he managed to get out, and the Deity nodded as he kneeled down again, gently sliding Time out of his arms and depositing him onto his bedroll.

Time winced at the motion, but the deity had been careful, and he wasn’t jarred too much as he was laid down. The position of the injuries he’d received made finding a comfortable position a bit of a task, but he managed to lay on his side, and that didn’t hurt him too much.

The Fierce Deity wandered over to Time’s bag, carefully rifling through the contents before pulling out a red potion bottle. He made his way back to Time, and the man looked up at him in disbelief.

“Why are... you d-doing this?” he asked, and the Deity raised an eyebrow.

“It is not often I get to speak to you from the other side of the mask,” he began, sitting down and pulling the cork out of the bottle. ”Is it so wrong of me to want to help my wielder in a different manner than just in battle?”

“I thought you were a war god,” Time rasped, and the Deity chuckled. Chuckled.

“Some have called me that. Is it really so surprising that a “war god” would care for the one who chose not to merely use him as a tool for personal gain?” the Fierce Deity asked. “Who actually treated him as a person rather than an object?”

Time stared at him, and the Deity let out a small sigh.

“Drink. You are in need of healing.”

Time felt an arm on his side that eased him upwards, and the bottle of red potion was pressed into his hands. He slowly sipped at it, and felt the fire in his back immediately go down, and he quickly drained the rest with a relieved sigh.

His injuries still hurt, but he could think much straighter now, and actually move without nearly screaming. Time looked up at the Deity again, still silently watching him as Sky’s bangs brushed over his forehead.

Time closed his eyes.

“Sky isn’t used to your power,” he said quietly. “I fear for his health the longer you hold him.”

The Deity sighed.

“This is true,” he rumbled, and rested his hands on his legs. “The Chosen will not fare well once I release him.”

He leveled Time with a searching look.

“Are you healed enough to assist him?”

Time experimentally rolled his shoulder, a sort of aching pain rolling through it instead of the agony that had plagued him earlier. The red potion hadn’t fully healed him, but he could now sit up without almost passing out.

“Yes,” he said firmly, meeting the deity’s gaze. “Release him.”

The Fierce Deity nodded, and gave Time an expression that was almost a smile.

“It was good to see you in person, Link.”

Then he raised his hand to his chin, and gently pulled his face off, Sky falling forwards in his place.

Time had to lunge to catch him, and Sky collapsed in his arms, pale with half-lidded eyes. He shivered as Time studied him, and the older man startled a bit at the streak of white in his hair. He stared at it blankly before Sky let out a low moan.

“Sky?” he asked, and the skyloftian grimaced, his face scrunching up.

“N-need to—“

Sky made a choking noise, and Time quickly turned him over, carefully holding his hair out of his face as he abruptly vomited into the grass. Once he was finished he fell limp in Time’s arms, and the older man sighed, wiping his face.

“That... was a lot,” Sky croaked, and Time shook his head.

“You shouldn’t have put it on,” he said quietly, and Sky hummed.

“Don’t care. Was... only way out,” he whispered. “And besides... he care... cares for you...”

“He’s unpredictable,” Time said sternly. “And his power is not to be used lightly. He could have completely overwhelmed you Sky, and I... I don’t want anyone else to have to burden themselves with the mask’s power.”

He sighed again.

“...but I’m glad you did it,” he said quietly. “All things considered, you prevented a much more severe outcome, for the both of us. Thank you,” he finished, and Sky smiled just a bit.

“Sorry for ri... rifling in your... bag,” he murmured, and Time huffed out a small laugh.

“You’re forgiven,” he said with a small smile, and Sky closed his eyes. His breathing fell even, and Time leaned back, watching him sleep. He yawned, feeling a wave of exhaustion go over himself, but someone had to stay awake in case of trouble.

He carefully leaned over and picked up the Deity mask from where it had fallen to the ground, and before placing it inside his bag, gave it a thoughtful look.

“...thank you,” he said quietly.

The mask almost seemed to warm in response.

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu time #lu Sky #lu fierce deity #fierce dadity #lu fic #whumptober2022 #day 21 #you’re safe now #writing from the floor #sort of rushed but I am sick!#good endings take brainpower I do not currently possess #yeah two continuations in a row I know #tomorrow is something new don’t worry #wars whump heheh

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