#I need to get out of it for SS...

[riisume]

Gonna make some baked mac and cheese for breakfast because fuck it why not.

Then it's back to trying to beat this month+ long art block again. o< <

[magistrex]

mr can't catch a break

[theloveinc]

katsuki is such a deep sleeper but once you move to leave the bed suddenly he’s up

asking slurred questions: “w’s wrong? cant sleep?” while trying to grab you and get you back into bed

you just answer “‘m gettin water katsuki lemme go” all groany trying to get out of his hold

he doesn’t let go easy but once he does he follows you through the house into the kitchen. you get yourself a nice cold water bottle with condensation around it(AGGHHH) and drink. like the creep he is he stares at you but you can’t notice bc he’s wrapped himself around your back. you offer his some water and he downs the rest(greedy loser). then you both go back to bed, which katsuki decides to pull you in close and never let go(even if you die of thirst)

anyway love you caitie❤️❤️

All that intense hero training and a whole. entire. war. just for him to be able to go from dead-to-the-world and Snoring to ... ready to run a mile after you around the house..........

Even if all you gotta do is pee, too... you're coming back to bed all groggy eyed to find his wide open, like he was just sitting there, making sure you were going to the bathroom and Nothing Else. Cuz you're right, if it's water, then he's right there beside you the whole time and drinking the whole thing on the way back upstairs (that is, after you manage to get him to let go of your wrist and stop all the get back in bed-ing...for someone who complains about your whining, he's surprisingly? Unsurprisingly? no better).

Please, please, please, for his sake, just keep a full water cup by the side of your bed and make sure to use the bathroom right before laying down, too (even if he's whining about how long you take then also) just so you can stayed wrapped up with him for the max amount of time possible🥺🥺🥺 Doesn't that seem like the best solution?

(^^ don't tell him I snitched, but bakugo told me to write that last bit, btw)

Love u more, anon!!🩷🩷🩷

[buttercupshands]

had this "what if I add this new one into the silly guys mix" and immediately got "someone will eat him"

and I wanted to sketch that, of course

I accidentally made that a color and line practice too

[avocado62524]

[zarvasace]

@zolanort my Zelda cosplays! I am by no means professional, but I certainly have fun with it :) SS Zelda's apron thingy has pockets on the reverse, and the sailcloth doesn't fit super well but it stays and it's also insulated like a quilt.

(EOW Zelda seems so so easy, do you know how many long white dresses I can find at a thrift store around here? XD)

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Okay, well replaying Skyward Sword reminded me that I wrote this like a year ago buried in a reblog so I'm just gonna air it out and plop it here.

The first time Link had disappeared, it had caused alarm. Zelda had just gone missing, ripped from her loftwing by a treacherous tornado, and suddenly Link was a haggard mess, dressed in a knight’s uniform, and then gone. People feared that he had been hurt too, a search shouldn’t last after sunset; he wasn’t a full knight, after all. However, Headmaster Gaepora had managed to calm the academy students, and the news spread throughout Skyloft.

It took almost a week for Link to return to Skyloft. When people saw his crimson loftwing circling around the town, a collective sigh of relief fell over the sky island. If he’d been gone consistently for so long, then he’d only return when he’d found Zelda, after all. Not to mention it meant they were both safe.

However, that had not been the case. Link had been alone, tired, and filthy. His clothes had tears in them in certain places, he had strange silky threads wrapped around parts of his legs, dry blood stains were disturbingly evident on his tunic, and he practically had bags under the already constantly present bags under his eyes. He had landed just by the goddess statue and had not been seen since. However, another bright light had appeared in the cloud barrier, unnerving the Skyloftians, who chattered about it amongst each other.

The bazaar had been exceptionally busy that day, and the new red light in the sky caused people to gather there to discuss the matter. It meant there were long lines just to get inside, and Link had not seemed keen to stand among the crowds to get the supplies he so desperately needed. Instead, he’d sat on the bench outside, waiting for the townspeople to eventually spread throughout the island once more and give him the space he needed to prepare for his next trip.

The crowds did indeed start to thin, but as people trickled out of the bazaar with hot drinks and hot gossip on their tongues, they paused, finding the boy passed out on the bench. At first it was amusing; Link often fell asleep all over town. But then it was worrisome. He looked haggard. Everyone in town was invested in this boy’s well-being; they’d all welcomed him into their homes at one point or another, the adults all remembered the little orphan wandering the island aimlessly in the days after his father’s unfortunate death, they all remembered bringing him into their homes with promises of warm food and a pillow to lay his head on.

So it had been collectively decided that someone would fetch a pillow from their home and get Link a bit more settled. Wryna brought a blanket as well, but Greba had pointed out worriedly that Link was still a mess (with an emphatic “He stinks!” from Kukiel). Mallara had gotten Commander Eagus, who had promptly swaddled Link in the blanket and carried him to the academy to tend to him.

After that encounter, everyone on Skyloft had decided that they’d keep an extra careful eye out for the boy.

This new pact ended up saving the young knight-in-training’s life. The next time he came back, he had fallen off his loftwing entirely, caught only by Pipit, who had been notified that something was wrong when Orielle noticed the loftwing’s panicked screeches. He’d been unconscious before he fell into his classmate’s strong arms, and even Groose and his stooges had watched in concern as Pipit had rushed Link to the infirmary.

But today was not quite so dire. Link had been missing from Skyloft for two weeks after he’d recovered (his periods of absence continued to grow, much to everyone’s concern), but this morning Jakamar, his wife Wryna, and their daughter Kukiel woke up to a surprise green bundle curled up in their bed. He was on the edge, barely taking any space, but he hogged a majority of that side of the bed’s blanket. At first Jakamar nearly jumped out of his skin until he realized who it had to be, and he pulled the blanket back just enough to see the curved little ears and fluffy dirty blonde hair that everyone on Skyloft knew so well.

Blowing out a sigh, he turned away and held his wife as she peered over his shoulder. “Well, at least we know where he is.”

“He’ll be hungry,” Wryna commented. “I’ll get started on breakfast.”

Jakamar grunted in acknowledgement as his wife crawled to the bottom of the bed to climb over the wooden frame so as to avoid waking Link. Kukiel shot up and started to bounce on the bed in excitement, and Jakamar scooped her into his arms and also climbed out of bed in a similar manner. The house was silent as the family cleaned their faces and prepped for the day (though only because the parents constantly had to remind Kukiel to keep quiet with gentle shushes and fingers over their lips), and then Jakamar took his daughter out for a morning stroll while Wryna busied herself in the kitchen area.

When he got back to the smell of a delicious breakfast, he stretched and smiled, glancing at the bed to find it empty. He looked back to see Wryna’s disappointed face.

“He’s gone!” Kukiel exclaimed in her high voice.

“I didn’t see him step out,” Wryna said guiltily.

Jakamar put a hand on his wife and smiled reassuringly. “Don’t worry about it, hon. At least he got some sleep. Pack it up in a bottle, if we see him we’ll give it to him.”

Jakamar had the luck to find Link later that day as the boy was meandering around the windmills. Although Jakamar was getting ready to offer the now lukewarm food, Link instead started asking him about the windmill’s missing propeller. Jakamar helped him as best he could, and just as Link rushed off to find Gondo at Jakamar’s suggestion (he figured the robot, though broken, might be able to help), the man called out to him, waving the large bottle with food carefully packed inside.

Link stared at him, confused. Jakamar held out the bottle. “Take it, kid. You look like you’re starving.”

It was a bit of a slip up to admit it to his face. Link often would recoil at such remarks, would cover it up with an embarrassed laugh and then actively avoid whoever said it for a while, which then made it even harder to help him. But it was the truth - he did look gaunt and worn thin. Jakamar was usually a pretty easygoing guy, but this seemed like it was starting to get serious. He wished the headmaster would reel the kid in.

Link’s expression shifted, so easily readable on his face, and his confusion clearly became shame. He looked down at the ground, biting his lip. When Jakamar pushed the bottle into his sight again, he took it wordlessly, but as he locked eyes with the man he gave a grateful smile. Before Jakamar could get a word in, Link turned on his heel and headed for the bazaar.

Jakamar blew out a sigh as he watched the boy run. Hylia look out for him.

[fervent-adoration]

SLAMS MY FISTS ONTO TABLETOP. HRGH...

ARRGGHHGHGBGV

Explodes

Trunks. Gestures vaguely into distance. Date with him. Listen guys I have an idea. First paycheck. I had a gift card for a massage, right? Got it for Christmas. I haven't had the funds to use it in a way I wanted to, yet. BUT!! I COULD USE IT... and make it a date with him... I could get a massage, go get a lunch or something, make it special and imagine it's with him. Type shit. You know?? Maybe you guys can give me some ideas for what else I can do to supplement this. F/o date ideas 🙏🙏🙏

[summertimemusician]

WIP Snippet of the First x Prisoner Reader Vision I've Had Recently

It was dark, as it had been for a long time now.

How long has it been, since he was thrown into this dark cell with accusations of treachery and left to rot? 

Days?

Weeks?

Months?

(He didn’t entertain the possibility of years. It slithers and bites cold and cruel like the metal around his wrists, it hisses mockingly in his ears like the demon’s, like snakes twining over his throat.

If he did, he’d think of Orville, of a demon desperately wanting to be granted rest, of deity’s with pale eyes and summer sunlight hair of golden Hylian wheat fields and blue skies. Of a world outside the prison cell.

He can’t afford to falter now, would not give the lord the satisfaction of thinking he’d successfully tamed a lion.)

It was quiet in the dark, if he did not move, nothing but his own breathing and the dizzying, choking dread over what he still saw every time he closed his eyes, over the threat of furious tempest and the burning greed stoking the flames of malice. His perceived betrayal and the injustice of being defanged when his only wish was to protect his people was more agonizing than any wound inflicted on him on the day of his imprisonment, festered like the untreated cuts and bruises, burning through his mind constantly like the tight strain of the chains, digging and pulling into at what was once strong flesh.

The silent isolation could drive any man insane, only stubbornness and determination kept him strong.

…

Suddenly, something changed, enough to make him stir, head hung low but ears twitching with interest. A familiar sound that made him bare his teeth with the most minute of flinches.

Shouting.

Angry yells and outraged howls, the type belonging more to a wild fox’s throat than that of a human’s.

Yelling was never a promising portent.

The metallic screech of an old rusted door being opened reverberated through the dungeon halls, thankfully not his own, a voice’s strangled cry cuts through the silence, more pain than rage, punctuated by the indifferent snapping of cold, twining chains and the slam of the prison cell’s entrance giving it a sense of finality.

‘... Why would someone else…?’

What kind of deeds did his apparent cell neighbor commit to get locked in the most deserted part of this place? He knew there was a cell by the side of his own, from what little he could recall before being imprisoned himself, but it made no measure of sense to chain someone else nearby.

(He knew what the lord was doing, keep him quiet after he'd spoken up about the threat, keep him isolated, drive him mad, slowly but surely chipping away at his will to live-

Even if he was released, who would believe the words of a madman?)

Link thought about his own circumstances, of how he had been branded of ill mind and opportunistic intentions, and ultimately decided it did not matter. 

After all, his motives didn't matter either.

Soon enough there was banging on the metallic doors, then cursing, then yowling, then hoarse cries, and then nothing as the silence returned once more to stifle the atmosphere with its oppressive, suffocating weight. Clamping down like a lynel’s fangs upon his mind again.

Link’s ears twitched as he briefly flinched into consciousness, shuddering from both the deep aching in his bones and the cold of the cell, something whispering beneath the silence of the cell. It was subtle, a quiet little clink, clink, clink against the walls like a bird sharpening their beak on stone, his eyes snapped open, eyes darting about the darkness, squinting and straining his ears, the chains rattled with the suddenness of the movement and he gritted his teeth as each muscle screamed in protest, almost gagging at the metallic sweet smell mixing with the sourness of old sweat and the stale air of the cell. He really didn't want to dislocate one of his shoulders again, once was enough.

Link closes his eyes, and sends a quiet prayer for his fellow wayward soul. 

...

At first, he thought he imagined it. He couldn't hear the firm footfalls of the guards, the main indication of their patrol routes, nor the confident stride and rankling jewelry of the lord, and he was sure his cellblock companion had gone silent after a quite a few possible weeks of putting up one impressive fight, he doubted they would have left anything much for them to work with.

(If his lips curved a little at the blood coating the lord’s fine sleeves after one of his visits, well, that was between him, the darkness and the goddesses, if they were listening at all.)

And still, the sound persisted, clink, clink, clink.

Then-

Clack.

He lifted his head with a wince, it throbbed but Link couldn't care less about it, he had to find the source of the sound. He squinted at the wall, finally hearing something new, the clanking of heavy chains and heavy, strained breathing, a voice growling in aggravation and strain, raspy in a way he was sure his own would match. A scraping against stone.

“Well… Not much of a breeze from there, great.”

He swallowed, throat suddenly dry as lightning lanced through his spine, a tension seizing his frame, the words came out before he could fully process them, “...Apologies to disappoint.”

“Oh goddesses-” There was a faint sound like something being dropped and the clanking of the chains alongside a faint, muffled thud.

“No goddesses to be found, not here. Just me.” He spoke, some amusement creeping into his voice.

A pause, the faint shifting of metal on stone, and then, “... Did you just- no, nevermind that, this is-” A faint, incredulous chuckle, teetering on the cliff of hysterics, still, they had a nice laugh and suddenly, Link briefly wondered what the shape of a smile would look like on their face, “I know this is probably an awful thing to say, stranger, but it’s so, so nice to know there’s someone else in this awful place other than that pretentious jerk.”

“The lord?” He inquired, more of a statement than anything else.

“That’s the one.” They confirmed, no small amount of bitterness coated their voice with the same sharpness found in the thorns of briars, “Barely a full year in the kingdom, and he’s got his people hauling me to the slammer.” They scoffed, their worn down voice carrying quietly through his cell, “And here I thought Hylia’s people subscribed to her ideology that all life is to be preserved and just judgment above all, guess the joke’s on me.”

Link hangs his head in resignation, something like loathing scraping at his throat, trickles of guilt swallowed down like blood, “... As someone once in his servitude, I offer my apologies on behalf of my people.”

“Oh.” The voice exclaimed, shifting in place, before speaking hesitantly, “Hey now, you don’t have to apologize. It’s got nothing to do with you, the idiocy of one man shouldn’t fall on your shoulders”

A part of Link would like to differ, maybe, just maybe, if he was still free then, he could have done something, anything to help. The prisoner’s howls still ring in his ears.

Remembering his own predicament makes him hold his tongue. If he couldn't even convince the lord that what he saw was the truth, he doubted he would actually succeed

“So…” They start, his ears flick at the light, metallic click, from the corner of his eye, he sees a piece of the wall fall away from a very subtle crack, the shattered stone dropping against the ground of the cell, mixing with the dark stains of old blood, “You seem like a decent enough guy, and you don't sound too hot there so I won't ask what you're in for, care to give me something to call you other than stranger? I'll give you my name in return. Doesn't look like we're going anywhere any time soon, may as well get used to one another.”

He blinked slowly, taking a deep, trembling breath.

When was the last time someone had treated him with any shred of sympathy? When was the last time he had someone to talk to?

(The lord didn't count, it was less a conversation and more so being talked at, urged like some sort of reluctant pet, degraded like a feral dog-

“Take it back.” The lord had spoken, his face impassive and eyes cold, as one of the guards held his head in a grip hard enough to rip the hair from his skull, he hisses, both from the concussion, his back open like a blooming flower and from the blood dripping into his eye and down his cheek like a faux tear, “You may have failed me, may have consorted with demons and dared to renounce our golden goddess' mercy. But so long as you agree to say that all you've told me is a lie, I'll let you go. You will live a normal life, all of your blasphemies will be forgiven.”

He gritted his teeth, it would be so, so easy. It was always that easy.

Except he remembered the thing he sealed in that mask, that even it seemed afraid of what was to come. How it shrieked and yowled and screamed and roared and pleaded to either be slain or sent back to where it belonged just so it would avoid getting involved. Of having nightmares of the sky set aflame for as long as he could remember, of a man with pale hair and crimson garments cackling as he tore his comrades limb from limb, of a woman with golden hair and impossibly seating sapphire screaming with the sound of shrieking birds behind her voice as crystalline wings were torn from her back by a man with hair the color of the fires of war, eyes alight with fury and hate-

He spits at the lord’s feet, snarling like the lion he was often compared to.

“Never.”)

What did he have to lose as he was now, defanged and declawed?

“Link.”

(You pause from the other side of the wall, freezing in place. The short, rusty dagger you had nicked from one of the guards scratching violently against stone as your broken hand shakes, an already unsteady grip sustained only through spite and desperation made lax with shock.

Link, says the man on the other side of the wall. The man whose voice is like gravel, like ashes after a forest fire, but still kind, a little awkward but who immediately apologized for something for harm he didn't even inflict upon you.

You had hoped the Hylia and Hyrule thing were coincidence at best , but now-

Mentally screaming into your own mind, you give him your name, the knobs of your spine prickling with a cold other than the metal collar around your neck.)

[sskk-manifesto]

Next time we should just skip over ep 3 and do a chapters 84-87 reread

[kandicon]

*writes the same exact headcannons in slightly different scenarios over and over again*

[charlotterhea]

Thinking about it, it's fascinating how Snamione writers (at least in older stories) so often used the Time-Turner as a reason why Hermione is older than she ought to be, but never take into consideration that she spent quite a while being petrified in her second year, effectively stopping her from ageing...

Let's do some maths: Hermione, compliant with the rules as she is, wouldn't have used the Time-Turner for anything else than what she was allowed to, and she got it to take two more classes than the others. Since those classes were Muggle Studies and Divination, I'd say that didn't amount to more than four hours a week, but let's play it safe and make it six hours a week. She didn't attend Divination for the whole year, though, dropped out of it around April according to this calendar. So, taking four weeks per month, that amounts to roughly 42 weeks with six hours, and 18 weeks with three hours, so a total of 306 hours. Those are 12,75 days. Let's round this up to 13 days Hermione lived more than others.

According to the same calendar, though, she spent roughly 22 days being petrified in her second year.

So, all in all, Hermione is still younger than her date of birth suggests by the time every Snamione story starts, not older. Even less so a whole year!

Really, if your brain wants Snamione, just embrace the age gap instead of making up strange explanations as to why it isn't that bad. ^^

[narsh-poptarts]

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I've been really kind of wanting to go back and redraw an lu thing or two because I have definitely grown SO MUCH as an artist since I made all those (like 4 years ago for some of them!!! CRAZY)

All y'all liking and sharing my stuff is a lot of fun, I see my notifications just tick up and up as one person just goes through liking my entire tag hahahah it's so fun I love it!!!! (Genuinely!!)

[hakases-bones]

FUN FACT:

everytime you fight Ghirahim, he gets more

...

Naked!!

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Breath of the Sky Ch 12 (Skyward Sword meets BotW)

Summary: When Princess Zelda goes to the Spring of Courage to pray, accompanied by her appointed knight, a giant magical cog spitting out a goddess is the last thing she expects, but it is what she gets. Meanwhile, the Spirit Maiden Zelda is trying to figure out what the heck is happening and where her missing chosen hero is.

(AO3 link)

Chapter 11: A Goddess' Promise

The crisp breeze and bright sunlight cut through the air in the outdoor corridor of one of the courtyards as a royal guard passed through it. He was doing his usual morning rounds, patrolling from station to station, checking in on the others and ensuring the safety of the castle. With the ever-growing ominous shadow of the oncoming Calamity, security had steadily grown tighter, but now that such esteemed guests were housed here, it was all the more paramount.

A familiar whirring noise emitted from the courtyard, and the guard glanced outside, squinting against the sunlight. Guardians were twittering, their blue eyes swirling like a whirlpool as they skittered to and fro, testing their legs. Their claws, sharp and heavy, dug into the earth, much to the local gardener’s dismay, who gestured his displeasure towards the Sheikah technicians. The guardian flopped unceremoniously on its large base, legs sprawling out lazily at the Sheikah’s command so it would cause less damage.

Abel marveled at it. Such technology was astounding. To think the Sheikah had made this mechanical creature ten thousand years ago, and they could still revive it. Knowing they would have a veritable army of mobile cannons brought him some peace; he and his men were more than willing to fight the Calamity, but it was foolhardy to not utilize all available resources.

Such as their guests.

Then again, the captain of the royal guard supposed, perhaps Hylia and her Legendary Hero were here for other reasons. Though they did petition for their help. Though…

Honestly, he couldn’t help but wonder. With the way the two had behaved in Castle Town that night… with the questions they had asked… with the way Hylia bounced around the castle hallways with Link in tow…

Abel looked away from the guardians, doubt filling his heart, and he felt unsure over it all. The goddess had always protected and watched over Hyrule, and he knew she had heard his prayers time and again. The fact that his wife hadn’t died all those years ago from that terrible illness had been a testament to Hylia’s grace and love. But the girl whose smile shone like the sun was not quite the picture he’d been painting in his mind, and certainly not the one carved in stones across the country.

He had honestly been tempted to pray about it, but it seemed too strange now. Would the girl hear him? Perhaps he should test the theory.

Of all the prayers he could come up with, though, the only one that truly sank in his mind heavily was for Link’s protection. The image of Hylia dragging him around by the hand was both reassuring and… disconcerting.

After all, she had already claimed a Hero in every way possible. She had created a Hero. Had… what did she want with Link? Yes, he was chosen by her, but…

Abel bit his lip, resuming his walk, nervous energy driving his feet and body to move.

The stories told that Hylia had created a Hero and taken a mortal form, creating the royal bloodline. Perhaps… perhaps this was Hylia from the past, then, rather than the goddess in the current time, and therefore she didn’t know about Hyrule or its sufferings.

Would that mean there were two Hylias right now? One in mortal form and the one Abel had been praying to?

The whole affair was otherworldly and bizarre, and that was far out of the captain’s comfort zone and understanding. He was a simple man, admittedly – he understood his duty, the need to protect Hyrule and its people, the importance and honor of such a task. He’d instilled that into his son as well. Anything beyond that… the matter of the divine, of magic and technological wonders from an ancient past… well, frankly, it consisted of matters that he had little knowledge of. Hylia had heard his prayers in the past, so why could she not hear the princess? Was Her Highness doing something wrong, or did Hylia wish for another path to be taken instead? What of Link and his destiny? Everything had been going according to plan for his son, honestly.

Until all of this had happened, at least.

But perhaps Hylia and her hero’s appearance were a blessing. He was sure they had to be – what else would they indicate?

But the way they behaved… they acted like carefree children running through Hateno while avoiding farming chores.

Was it sacrilegious to think such a thing? He wasn’t being struck down, so he had to assume it wasn’t that bad. Abel found himself wishing he had a better frame of reference to work with, but there was no frame of reference for the divine. He was no sage, no royal advisor, no Sheikah. He was simply a knight who was trying to fulfill his duty.

Logic demanded answers, but duty demanded other obligations. Worry demanded assurances, but rules demanded silence. He could keep an eye on his son and ascertain what he could from a distance, he supposed. His duty did involve protecting the royal family – the king had ordered that obviously it extend to the goddess as well.

Abel did wonder what kind of protection a goddess could possibly need, though. She looked young, but even so, she didn’t look frail. Rumor had it she even drew a sword upon her arrival. And today she wore armor.

He turned the corner and froze.

The courtyard was encased by four outdoor corridors, windowless openings to the outdoors allowing the scent of morning dew to waft into the stony area and hover in the arched ceilings. Ivy grew along the sides sometimes, curling around the framework of the architecture and providing the occasional shade from the morning light.

Apparently, it could also hide a legendary hero fairly well.

While Hylia had been running around with a skip to her step with Link at her side, the Hero of Myth and Legend was seemingly brooding in the shadows. The young man—boy, really, but Abel wasn’t sure if that mattered—watched the guardians tiredly, shifting in a similar fashion to the mechanical beasts as if he were too restless to stand still.

This was not the goddess. Abel didn’t have to kneel before him. But he was a mythical figure nonetheless, was he not? The king’s advisors did not give any information on protocol for this matter. Then again, he had spoken with both of them the night they had run amok in the city.

Yet another example of how nothing quite seemed to fit in place.

Perhaps their godly ways were just beyond his comprehension, but… they just seemed like kids to him. No different than how Link had been before the impending Calamity had molded him into the silent, stoic young man that he was now.

Abel wondered how this Hero could be so different. After all, he was created by Hylia for the sole purpose of eliminating the Calamity, was he not? If Abel recalled the mythology correctly, he had originally defeated it, even before the Ancient Hero of ten thousand years ago. He was the Spirit of the Hero, the legendary figure that imbued the current Hero with his strength and wisdom. Some said that the Spirit would possess the new Hero when the time came for battle. Others said he reincarnated and lived the Hero’s entire life. Abel’s wife had fretted over the matter when the boy had first drawn the sword.

It’s not a possession, Abel had assured her. He is simply guided by the goddess and protected by the Hero of Myth.

Not that he actually knew that for certain, but it made more sense than a possession. Perhaps it was reincarnation, but that thought—the idea of raising a legendary hero who had been created by Hylia—had frankly been too terrifying to contemplate, and so he pushed it aside. Abel said his prayers and honored the goddess, but unless he had some kind of actual proof on the matter, he wasn’t going to accept most of the far-fetched beliefs people spread on the matter. He had tried to look up as much as possible on the Hero once his son had come into his sight wielding a sword from legend, but there unfortunately wasn’t much to research beyond hearsay.

That aside, though, the character of this Hero was a mystery to him. He didn’t particularly care for pondering how everyone’s minds worked, or their hearts on matters – that was his wife’s preference. But he did want to know more about this Hero, this Link, the original Link.

More to the point, he wanted to know why he was here. He wanted to know what his plans were with his son.

The real matter, he supposed, was how he went about figuring that out. Although this person was not the goddess Hylia, he was her creation, an immortal being forged from Light and Sky, born of the clouds and imbued with an unbreakable power to fight an unbeatable foe. Ancient and immovable, such a being should—

Abel bit the inside of his cheek, brow furrowing. Such a being shouldn’t be playing with puppies while sending the entire castle into a frenzy because he busted out of a room through the window. Such a being shouldn’t be bedridden and writhing in pain and delirious with fever, clinging to Abel’s arm for comfort because he didn’t even know what was going on as the healers attended to him.

Honestly… it was… he didn’t know. He should keep his head down and not ask questions.

Let’s see how much I can push my luck.

He really shouldn’t. That wasn’t his duty.

But Link is.

Link was fully grown, though young. He could take care of himself.

He’s still my boy, though.

Abel sighed. Then he walked forward. “Can I assist you with something, Hero?”

The ancient one jumped, startled, and looked at him with wide eyes. Abel tried to ignore the fact that he looked so incredibly young.

He looks like he’s Link’s age.

Were all heroes this young when destiny called them? Abel knew the goddesses would protect them, of course, but… why? Muscle and bone were young and supple and strong, but the mind… Abel recalled his first battle against beasts when he was barely sixteen, and he recalled the absolute terror of it. Perhaps… he supposed it was a frightful affair no matter the age, though by this point he was far more accustomed to it. Bokoblins were hardly a threat to him – about the only beast that made him nervous was a hinox or a lynel.

And those blasted taluses. He’d yet to best one of them, though he’d heard that Link had managed to do so. It made him swell with pride at the thought of it. But that wasn’t being addressed at the moment.

Hylia’s Immortal One watched him a moment longer, seeming to get his bearings, and he looked back outside, shaking his head.

The pair stood in silence for a while, and Abel was painfully reminded of his own son. An unsettling feeling pulled at him, whispering maybe your boy is actually the same as this one, and he shoved it down so hard he felt his body grow cold.

Well, if there was something to be taken from this, it was that he was certainly accustomed to silence. He took another step forward.

“Is something wrong, Hero?”

The ancient one’s eyes looked at him, seeming haunted and exhausted. Abel swallowed, shifting uncomfortably. Perhaps he had grown too bold. His anxiety only increased when the Hero faced him fully and didn’t say a word, eyes piercing into his own.

Abel took a less assertive posture, stepping back a hair and clasping his hands behind his back.

The Hero sighed, eyes tracing to the floor. “I didn’t want this.”

Abel blinked. He… what?

“I’m sorry,” the Hero mumbled. “I’m wasting your time.”

With that, he sighed again and turned back towards the window, hands settling on its rim as he watched the guardians once more. Abel looked between him and the machines uncertainly. Should he pursue the matter, or was this a dismissal? This felt very much like a dismissal. He’d dealt with diplomatic situations enough to know.

Abel opened his mouth to speak and found himself losing his nerve. This went against everything in him, pushing beyond necessary, questioning a superior, conversing with someone so entirely out of his station. He bit his lip and turned to walk away, gaze lingering on the seemingly forlorn legend.

Well, this left him even more bewildered and concerned. Great.

As he reentered the castle proper, he nearly ran into someone else, though he could hardly blame himself for it – Princess Mipha’s small steps were so quiet they were practically silent.

“Your Highness,” he acknowledged with a bow.

“Oh! Sir Abel!” Princess Mipha gasped and then smiled. “How are you? I didn’t get to see you at the festival, but I imagine you must have been busy.”

“Quite busy, Princess,” Abel replied with a small smile in return. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many people gathered in one place.”

“I’m glad it all went smoothly,” the Zora girl said genuinely. Abel relaxed under the kind princess’ gaze – he’d known her since she was a child, and she had one of the kindest hearts he’d ever seen. He almost felt like he could act somewhat naturally around her, but he still recognized he was just a simple knight and she was royalty. For her part, Mipha was used to leading conversations in general, and so she continued, “Have you… have you seen Link? We were sparring and things… well…”

Abel’s smile vanished in an instant, and the princess hastily threw her hands up to deter his worries. “Oh! Oh, no I—nothing went terribly wrong, I assure you, but—well, we ran into the Hero of Myth, and it was quite the ordeal.”

Oh?

Abel waited patiently to see if the princess would privy him to what she meant, and she obliged, explaining, “Well, you see, when we saw him, we of course went over to him, but he suddenly got quite ill. I went to fetch some water for him, but by the time I was back they were both gone. I’ve been looking all over, I wanted to make sure they were alright. Have you seen either of them?”

What a strange morning this was turning out to be.

“Link is with Her Grace,” Abel answered. “The Hero of Legend is outside in an adjacent corridor.”

“They—Link’s with the goddess Hylia?” Princess Mipha gasped. “Oh, my. That’s… that’s quite an honor!”

“Yes,” Abel answered neutrally, his eyes scanning the cavernous hallway.

“Sir Abel…”

The hesitancy in the princess’ voice made him look back at her. She wrung her hands nervously, as she often was wont to do when with people she trusted. It was a testament to their own relationship that she acted this way in front of him – she was the picture-perfect princess in public, usually. Abel felt his heart warm a little, as well as feeling strangely privileged and a little unsettled. The Zora certainly were more casual than Hylian royalty, he supposed. King Rhoam would never act this way around him, despite having known him for years.

Then again, Link and the Zora princess were friends.

“What’s the matter, Princess?” he prompted, his tone softening.

“Do…” Mipha spoke hesitantly, quietly, as if discussing a secret. “Do you really think they’re here to help us? I… I do believe it. But Link… he… he seems so uneasy about it. I don’t understand what’s wrong, but something most certainly is.”

It was honestly hard to tell if anything bothered Link anymore. Abel certainly wasn’t good at reading him these days. The boy used to be very open, but maturity had tempered that. Abel was a little glad for it, honestly, as it would assist him in handling the matters he was thrown into, but…

Well. He supposed it was expected that a parent would be sad to see their child grow up. He just hadn’t expected to feel so utterly useless to the boy once he did.

“What makes you say that?” Abel asked, crossing his arms unknowingly.

“He was so distracted at sparring this morning,” Princess Mipha said. “And at the party… well, he seemed a little happy, but he mostly just seemed overwhelmed. I suppose that’s reasonable; as you said, there were many people there. He was probably as on edge as you were, Sir Abel.”

On edge was one thing. Losing focus in a fight was another matter. Abel would have to find Link, but… that meant he would have to find the goddess as well. And he had a castle to protect.

At least one thing was for certain – if the Hero of Myth and Legend had gotten ill earlier in the day, that meant protecting him was higher on Abel’s priority list. Which meant that keeping an eye on him was on his priority list. And perhaps figuring out what was going on.

“If I see him, I’ll tell him you’re looking for him, Princess,” Abel finally replied with a bow.

XXX

Zelda had to admit, she hadn’t felt this anxious and jittery in a long time.

Sure, her journey in reviving her memories of the past had been a lot, but it had been beautiful and fun as well as overwhelming. The farther along she’d gone, the harder it had gotten, but it had never felt so… out of control? After all, the more memories she got, the more things fit into place rather than made less sense, even if it was…

Well. It had been out of control, in a sense. She’d set all of it up, but had forgotten it, and suddenly she was losing herself to… herself.

It still didn’t make sense. It was still uncomfortable and confusing. But at least it had been planned.

As she wandered the halls with the knight from the future, she found herself getting gnawed away by worries over how to handle this situation. But she also was jittery with excitement, rather like she had been on her journey. New places to explore, new people to meet, a chance to help this Link and the princess, a chance to kick Demise’s ass once and for all… but with absolutely no plan in place.

Well. At least not one she’d made. The king seemed to have a plan.

All Zelda knew of that plan was that the princess was supposed to seal away Demise as she had. Not kill him. Seal him. Was this why he kept coming back? Had no one else tried to kill him? What about the Triforce? Where was it?

She shook her head. Maybe she could just help the princess with sealing Demise away and they could figure out the rest after. The reassurance from the knight beside her earlier had been helpful, had calmed her nerves, had reminded her that despite the difference circumstances, she wasn’t alone.

And it wasn’t like she hadn’t done this before.

So instead, she took a deep, calming breath, and tried to focus on the people around her. She wanted to get to know them, this new hero, her family. Why had Fi chosen another Hero, anyway? Zelda only remembered… choosing Link.

This one was named Link too. That still bothered her; it was like the goddesses were trying Zel—Hylia’s plan, over and over until it could actually work.

She was changing that. These two new people weren’t just—just replacements.

“I guess we’re going to have to make up nicknames since we all have the same names,” Zelda surmised aloud as she and the knight walked. “It’s only fair that we all do it. Not sure what to call myself, though. What about you and my Link?”

The knight shifted uncomfortably.

“Oh come on now,” Zelda prompted with a smile. “You’re not going to upset me.”

“Maybe… Cloud? For your Hero?” he offered quietly.

Zelda felt absolute delight radiate through her. “That’s perfect! He adores the skies, and he’s the reason the cloud barrier’s gone.”

Not to mention he was an airhead, so it worked twofold. Zelda laughed out loud.

“So how about you?” she continued.

“Whatever suits Your Grace,” the knight answered, looking towards his feet as he walked.

Zelda pondered it for a second. If her Link was of the sky and the clouds, then this one was of the soil and the earth. What nickname would work? The idea of Kikwis popped in her head briefly, but she had to stop herself from laughing – this poor boy was insecure enough, she doubted naming him after soft, cute, little creatures would be appropriate.

As she debated the matter further, though, something suddenly snapped in her mind, a cold, shuddering, sinking feeling, like an ice dagger that stabbed into her heart and bled into her stomach, spreading frigid poison throughout. She stopped dead in her tracks, surroundings forgotten, breath stolen away, eyes wide, lost in the pain and panic of the sensation.

The temple was in ruins, the land scorched. She walked over the dead, blood dripping down her arm and off her sword.

He laughed. Cruel, heartless, gleeful. He wasn’t just causing all this destruction; he was enjoying it.

She—he—

It was cold wherever this was. Her body ached, landing barely cushioned by the flora, by her desperate attempts to make a sailcloth out of her now torn dress.

She hadn’t expected the cold. She hadn’t expected any of it. But her bones froze, her heart fluttering with terror, something so innately wrong permeating the air.

She heard footsteps stop beside her, and the quiet knight gently prompted, “Your Grace?”

The knight. Link. Zelda gasped, breathless, and turned to him with a startled twitch in her step. If he had spoken up to get her attention, she must have been zoned out for a while.

But what had—what was—

“I—I’m sorry,” she stammered. “I… we were looking for the princess, right?”

Zelda walked ahead without waiting for acknowledgement, without even really knowing where she was going. That feeling – she hadn’t—she hadn’t felt that since—since the Sealed Grounds.

Surely—Golden Three—

The king had already confirmed it. She’d known it. She’d known.

It didn’t make the sensation any better, it didn’t eliminate the fear, the sheer horror. That monster was not only still alive, but he was breaking the seal. It had to be close if she could sense it – but where? They weren’t at the Sealed Grounds anymore, right? The Gate of Time had led to a place that looked eerily like one of the springs she’d visited.

But the Gate had never been at the springs. So what…? Was the castle built over the Sealed Grounds??

No. No, no, no. They wouldn’t. That seemed… too strange, too wrong. They would make a fortress around the seal, not a city full of innocent people. Zelda blinked the images of bodies away, of fallen men, women, and children, of those slaughtered by Demise’s demons during the war that had nearly destroyed the world.

A sense of urgency filled her, but she didn’t even know where to place it. A plan, a plan, they needed a plan.

“My daughter is destined to seal away the Calamity as you once did.”

What part had gone wrong?! How was he still alive when the Triforce had killed him in the present and Link had done so in the past?! Link had killed him – Zelda’s soul had been freed, which meant that there was no way he was still alive. She hardly remembered the possession, the awful sensation, but…

She’d have to talk to Link to figure out what had truly happened. He’d never spoken of it.

Either way, if the princess was supposed to seal Demise away as Zelda had when she was Hylia…

But she’d… she’d died doing that. She’d been mortally wounded, so she guessed maybe it wouldn’t be that bad, but…

Zelda turned corridor after corridor in a mild frenzy, not looking where she was going, until she nearly ran face first into a colorful chest plate.

Gasping, she stumbled back a little, just as she got a full view of the person. It was that woman from the festival – one of the champions. The woman bowed before her. “Your Grace.”

“H-hi,” Zelda stuttered, regaining her footing. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to—do you—do you know where the princess is?”

“I believe she’s in her quarters,” the champion replied. “I trust Link can show you the way.”

Right. She’d been ignoring the poor knight. She looked at him now, waiting for him to lead. He seemed to take the hint, though his neutral façade was half crumbled as his eyes watched her with worry. She brushed by the champion as the pair moved on.

Champion. Champion.

That Urbosa woman was a champion of her people. The others had been introduced as champions as well, including this Link. They were champions, chosen or proving themselves to be worthy to fight against Demise.

They were preparing for a war. A war Zelda had seen as Hylia, a war she and Link had helped prevent to save Skyloft and everyone on the Surface.

A war repeated over and over.

The poisonous ice that had frozen her before was long gone, but she wished nothing more than to latch on to it and use it as a rope to trace back to its source. She wished nothing more than to walk into that abyss alongside Link and stab Demise in the throat.

“Champion,” she said softly.

The knight paused, glancing at her.

She looked at him, eyes filled with fire. “That’s your nickname. Because that’s what you are. A Champion for Hyrule. We all will be. I promise you that.”

The fire slid out of her easily, though, remorse and fear intermingling in the void created from its loss. She hugged herself. “Come on. Let’s keep going.”

It didn’t take long for them to get to the princess’ quarters again. The cheer and mischief from earlier long forgotten, the room feeling empty and uninviting. The princess was in a pretty blue dress, far less disheveled than before.

“Your Grace,” the princess acknowledged, though there was a touch of a blush to her cheeks as she and the knight—Champion—pointedly ignored each other.

“Where’s Link?” she asked, eyes searching the room. She’d figured the pair would have still been together, and she wanted to talk to him about what she’d sensed.

“He… he left a little bit ago. I thought maybe he was looking for you. He didn’t say where he was going.”

Great. She’d lost him again in this enormous place. Was this how he’d felt when he’d been following her? It was beginning to grow frustrating.

Impa’s voice came to mind, reminding her to focus on her mission and not her heart. She could talk to Link later.

“Y-Your Grace, about earlier,” the princess said awkwardly. “I—the Hero—”

“Don’t worry about it; Link falls asleep everywhere,” Zelda interrupted dismissively. “That wasn’t why I was here anyway.”

She really hadn’t wanted to cut right to the chase. How had Impa introduced herself to her? She’d assured her she was safe first. But safety wasn’t an issue here. The circumstances were so different. This wasn’t Zelda falling into a foreign world, scared and wounded and overwhelmed and hunted. This was a princess in her kingdom, in her seat of power, surrounded by protection and loved ones and subjects. Zelda was still the foreigner in this scenario.

She didn’t even know how to approach this.

“Your father… he talked to me about the Calamity,” she tried to start.

“From long ago?” the princess added on. “I… I do have questions about your fight, about the past, about all of it.”

“I do too,” Zelda muttered. “Listen, I—I…”

Great heavens, she did not want to talk about this right now. She didn’t even know how to start talking about this. She wished so desperately that Impa was here. She would know what to do.

It seemed she didn’t have to say anything at all, though. Some kind of realization seemed to hit the princess, whose hesitant curiosity fell into a crestfallen despair.

“My father,” she said softly. “He talked to you, you said?”

Zelda nodded.

The princess bit her lip, looking at the floor. “I… I understand.”

She did…? “So… about the Calamity, then… what’s the plan?”

“P-plan?” The princess repeated, looking up at her with surprised eyes.

“Yeah… you said you understood?”

“Did my father not talk to you about… about me?”

“He did,” Zelda answered. “He said you needed help sealing the Calamity away.”

The princess swallowed, hands clasped tightly in front of her. She looked… well, for lack of a better word, ashamed.

Why would she look upset like that? Sure, Zelda hadn’t been happy at the realization of her destiny, but… wait, did the princess have to seal herself away alongside Demise? But that would mean she was scared, not embarrassed, right?

Wait. What exactly was entailed with this, anyway?

“What does he mean?” Zelda asked slowly. “Back… where I’m from, I… I sealed him away, and Link helped maintain the seal, but… but the end goal was to kill him, not just keep him imprisoned.”

“K-killed?” the princess repeated. “O-oh. Your Grace, I… I don’t… none of us even considered that a possibility. Calamity Ganon was defeated time and again, but… never killed. It’s… not something mortals can do.”

Link would beg to differ, Zelda huffed internally.

“Okay…” she acknowledged uncertainly. “So the plan isn’t to kill him, then… what’s the plan?”

The princess sighed heavily, hugging herself and looking out the window. She was silent for a long time, so long Zelda almost asked again, but she finally explained, “The guardians will help hold the Calamity at bay from the innocents. The Champions will support Link and I… each with their own divine beast. Link with the Master Sword will fight the Calamity, and I…”

“You…” Zelda continued when the princess grew mute. “…Seal it away?”

The princess bit her lip, closing her eyes. She looked on the verge of tears. Zelda felt like she did and didn’t know where this was coming from, but she was going to get to the bottom of it. She looked to her right to see the knight watching the princess with worried eyes. When he noticed Zelda’s scrutiny, he looked at her abruptly, startled.

“Please leave,” she requested. When she’d had to face this herself, Link had been left in the dark until all the pieces had been in place. She wasn’t sure if the situation was the same here, but she didn’t want to make the princess any more uncomfortable than she already seemed.

The champion nodded, bowing, and departed.

Zelda took a fortifying breath, walking towards the princess. “Hey… it’s… please tell me what’s wrong.”

The princess turned away from her, her body rigid. “I-it’s… I… just… I just wanted to learn. I’m… I’m so sorry, Your Grace, I’m so sorry.”

This was getting even more confusing. “Sorry?”

“I tried,” the princess continued shakily, though the more she spoke, the harsher her voice became. “I tried, I prayed, I begged. I—I don’t understand what I’m doing wrong, I—and you’re here, unaware, from the distant past, and I—I thought maybe—I’m such an idiot.”

Zelda’s brow furrowed as she felt her own frustration pulling at her. She took two swift steps to the princess, grabbing her firmly but carefully by the shoulder to make her face her. “Princess, I have no idea what you’re talking about. All your dad said to me was that you were having trouble with your powers and he wanted me to help you. I don’t get where all this is coming from, but I… when I had to do what I did to maintain the seal… look, I get it. It’s… it’s terrifying. I…”

I didn’t want to do it. But I deserved it. And I had to do it.

She… she couldn’t ask that of anyone else. She couldn’t ask this poor girl to clean up her mess.

The princess’ eyes filled with tears, but her face was flushed with something that was far more passionate than whatever had been there before. “Terrifying? W-what could possibly scare a goddess? At least—at least you have your abilities, I—I don’t understand, you won’t listen, or, well—not you, but—well, maybe you, but—”

The teenager let out a growl of frustration, hands flying to her face to hide it and scrape the tears away. She grew rigid in a heartbeat, seeming to catch herself, and stepped back, eyes wide with horror. “Your Grace, I—I’m so sorry, I—I didn’t mean—I didn���t mean any disrespect—”

“Please stop,” Zelda cut in tiredly. “I don’t even know what’s wrong.”

The answer burst out of the girl. “I’m a failure! A princess to a throne of nothing! The entire country is looking to me to be the final piece, the final warrior, to seal Ganon away, and I can’t access my powers to do it!”

…Oh.

The princess fell to her knees. “I—I didn’t mean to yell, Your Grace, I—I mean no disrepct, you—I know you are benevolent and powerful and—”

“Stop, stop it,” Zelda nearly cried. “Stop talking to me like I—”

Like I’m responsible for this.

Because she was. She was.

The princess had nearly curled into herself so much she was practically on all fours. Zelda’s heart was racing. She wanted nothing more than to leave, but doing so now would destroy whatever trust she could build and she knew it. She tired to regain control of her breathing, and knelt in front of… in front of her descendant.

She tried to remember the joy of that thought from last night. She tried to remember the joy that had happened after. She tried to remember the beauty of what came of their settlement they were building, the wonders of the festival, the magnitude of the country. She tried to remember that this was her daughter by countless generations.

Zelda, ancient and young, old and new, couldn’t entirely wrap her mind around it, but goddesses, she tried. She tried to think of the good while her heart screamed, she tried to get herself together when she wanted nothing more than to curl up as the princess had and cry.

“Please,” she whispered. “I’m… I’m not…”

Not what? Not responsible for this? Wasn’t she, though?

“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” she burst out, her own voice shaking. “This wasn’t supposed to happen. Link and I fought him so you wouldn’t have to, the fact that he’s still here—”

Darn it, get it together! She screamed at herself. This wasn’t helping anything!

Zelda reached forward as the princess began to look at her with hesitant curiosity, and she took her hands in her own, feeling the soft cloth of her white gloves under her own calloused fingers. “Whatever’s going to happen, we’ll figure it out together, okay? I… I don’t know what’s going on, I don’t understand what you mean that you can’t access your powers, but… but I won’t… I won’t let anything happen to this place, or to you. Okay?”

Princess Zelda watched her, frozen in place, eyes wide, filled with wonder, hope, terror, hurt, and Zelda couldn’t even read what else. But a dam finally seemed to break, and she hiccupped once, twice, thrice before next thing Zelda knew the girl was sobbing, hands desperately trying to wiggle out of her own to hide her face.

Zelda watched her for a few moments, lost and scared herself, and she remembered that Champion had just given her the same reassurance outside. She felt her heart warm at it. No matter the generations, Zelda would always have Link to support her. But here she could support her own descendant just fine. She reached forward, pulling the princess into a hug, trembling herself but strong enough to bear the grief and terror they both were drowning in.

I promise, she vowed. I promise I will protect Hyrule. I protected this land before…

I will do it again.

[theloveinc]

do u think deku would invite all-might over under the pretext of just having dinner with the three of u..

and then try to progress the situation into a spit-roast?

or maybe a full-on butt-fucking cock-sucking threesome?

it is six in the morning babe I think you need HELP. But I do too frankly so I have a lot to say on this‼️‼️‼️

I think if Deku were kind of a weirdo… yes. It would absolutely happen like this. And I’m trying to consider, like, if All Might would be in on it, too. It would be a shame if it was sprung on both of you and shit went south from there (cuz realistically, I can imagine AM being the one who freaks out LOL).

But is All Might a huge cuck? For his almost-son’s spouse??? YEAH.

It’s hard not to be aware of the awkward sexual tension that exists when all three of you are together. The way things go from sweet and loving with only Deku to like you’re being watched and preyed upon by these Two Big Men who always act like they know something You Don’t. You’re surprised you even make it halfway through the meal before someone’s hand ends up somewhere and you’re being sat on the other’s lap like a little doll meant to be fondled.

(You could tell the moment was coming, were waiting for it to be sprung, always making sure you were wearing your good panties to no one’s complaint… but you were always just a little too nervous to ask about it out loud.)

That being said, I think the first time it happens it isn’t so wild. Deku definitely maes a show of fucking you with AM simply watching for a long time before letting him even touch. It’s honestly kind of… nice.

This whole thing is also especially more likely if this is an Villain!AU… then it’s occurring every damn weekend👁️👁️