#Post-MM AU

[musical-chan]

Father of Time Chapter 66: Clock Town Vacation

They were an hour outside of Hyrule when Link finally told Malon where they were going. 

She blinked at him. "Another what?" 

"Another universe. Uh, another realm. It's technically not the same place that Hyrule is." 

They made a strange procession that morning. Nocturne had bought a cart days earlier that Luna pulled with no effort at all and he sat on the driver's bench, barely needing to steer.  There were a small number of supplies aboard, as well as Kafei, Saria and Skull Kid, while the two fairies fluttered overhead.   Link was on Epona, as usual, and Malon had chosen one of their mares who was most comfortable with long travel.  Behind them, the large elk that was Link's uncle tred calmly in the early morning fog. 

The talk of other realms in the dark woods with such strange company gave Malon the shivers that she immediately tried to suppress.  She had to be brave! Prove that she could take these sorts of trips without being a hindrance.  Maybe Link wouldn't want her to come along in the future if she only caused problems.  So she bit her lip and nervously brushed a hand down her skirt.

"Okay, so, um. How do we get there?" 

(Read the rest on AO3)

WHADDA YA MEAN I CAN'T KEEP SENDING LINK BACK TO TERMINA? THAT SOUNDS LIKE FAKE NEWS.

I'm gonna keep doing it. You can't stop me.

[edgy-senju]

More of MM!Mondo being a menace :D

[civetside]

funny fandom AU compilation cuz i LOVE funny fandom AUs they are the BEST, no matter how serious or intense a piece of media is there will always be fanfics where the characters are cowboys or ghost hunters or something and they only have one bed and they kiss a lot and i think that's wonderful

[the-peak-tmnt]

Oh no, the jig is up! This person has discovered my dark secret! I'm totally paying people to read my silly ninja turtle fanfic because it's just too unbelievable that people would read a long fic or leave long comments because of...

[checks comment again] ...high gas prices???

[eggsandramem]

on top of the Nadine doodle, i also come to present more selkie!frin art <33

first? me projecting my body shape onto them cutely

next? jus a silly lil meme redraw

and finally we just have some lil sprite edits i did a while back!! we got siffrin_blep and siffrin_despair_3 respectively :]

[amanitacurses]

[jazzzzzzhands]

~To be as an Ocean, as a River

Changing, adding, losing and leaving marks in one's wake~

oooh ooh So i'm really very very normal about Deity Wally

He is sooo Gentle looking to me..

I just wanted to play with him..

He got a little Buoy as a tiny HAT!!

(I dont think he noticed)

Deity Wally @cloudysunflowr

[chaoswithcausation]

How Donnie found out he’s trans

[galaxiesovertrees]

you’re out fishing and you see this, wyd

more birds

[heros-shade-fanclub]

actually i'm not done talking about termina. do you think that even years after majora's mask link wakes up to rain and instinctively thinks "2 days left"

[moossings]

drawn in

the f1 mafia au that no one asked for and won't leave my brain at all. mainly charlos, but featuring most of the grid and ex drivers. i've been worldbuilding with @5ainz (bless for bearing with me) and in between drawings and character sheets, i ventured to write this tiny snippet to hype myself (and be less scared of writing). if you read this, thank you and enjoy! ✨

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“You shouldn't be here.”

Carlos’ eyes don’t move from the painting. The Death of the Virgin, by Caravaggio. He smiles to himself, shaking his head. He wouldn’t expect less from the Rosso Corsa, always proud and ready to show off their legacy. Come to think about it, everything in his life was linked to red somehow. And at the same time, inevitably, to the wounds it left.

“Are you going to kick me out, altezza reale? Like a bad behaved dog?” He does turn his head then. His tone is supposed to be mocking, but the moment brown eyes meet green, his resolution falters.

Charles Leclerc, composed as ever, stands on the door, as if he had just closed it. Carlos swears he hears the lock turn as well, but his mind is rather busy tracking every single hair out of place, from the top of his head to the strands scattering on his forehead. His gun feels heavy where it rests in its holster under his jacket.

“And aren’t you the most loyal one? Fernando must be proud.” Charles leaves the door to stand next to Carlos, shoulders almost brushing but not close enough. It’s their thing, throw knives and dodge, push and pull. The Inspector’s little prince and the right hand of the Spanish Samurai.

The silence between them is not awkward, but it feels tense in the same way the air is charged right before a storm. They look at the painting, but the details they recollect are not the brushstrokes or perspective of the piece. It’s the subtle hints of cologne coming off Charles’ skin when he tilts his head, following the lines of the old wood on the frame instead of the ones of Carlos’ perfectly tailored suit. It’s the flex on Carlos’ clenched fists as his mind repeats over and over how very not good it would be to reach and find out how Charles’ hands feel with their fingers laced.

“Did you know,” Carlos says, his voice almost a whisper. “This painting was rejected by the patron who commissioned it. No one had ever painted the actual death of the Virgin, it was a dogma, and Caravaggio depicted her as mortal: pale, bloated and devoid of spirit.” He sighs and looks sideways at Charles, from under his lashes. “It is also said that Caravggio painted her after a prostitute, so maybe that was the real reason.”

Charles tries to school his features, to stop the smile from being evident, but those sweet dimples betray him. Time to stop pretending, it seems. “I didn’t know you were interested in art.” He turns to face Carlos fully, carefully studying the strong features he usually only catches in glimpses. He is setting the ground for truce, building the bridge.

Carlos chuckles, and it sounds tired. “Really? Don’t tell me Sebastian didn’t include it in my file. He used to be more thorough with his research, he is starting to slip.” But he still faces Charles, willing to meet him halfway. “There is a lot more that you couldn’t possibly know.”

“What if I wanted to find out? What would it take?” Charles takes a step forward. Carlos lets him.

“Stupidity. Recklessness. Naivety.” He counts with his fingers, brows furrowed but playful smirk. Charles can’t really tell which one he actually means. “Trust.”

“That sounds like a challenge, Sainz.” And Charles has never backed up from one. Today is not the day he’ll start.

He extends his hand and, in seconds, a warm bigger one takes it in a firm but soft grip.

“It’s Carlos.” A smirk draws up the corners of his full lips. “You are in for a ride, cariño.”

[musical-chan]

Father of Time Chapter 63: A Day Without Rain

That night's sleep was not restful.  It wasn't a premonition, just purely memory, but Link hated dreaming about being seventeen and everything that he had gone through in that future.  Hated it almost as much as he hated dreaming of the moon.  He found himself staggering through the desert, blinded by sand as the wind whipped around him.  Ganondorf laughed at him as he always did, and then the sound pitched up and up until it was the poe laughing, leading him around in circles, his feet being dragged lower and lower into the cloying granules of sand.  It felt like he had the iron boots on, his feet were so heavy, and he struggled to lift his legs, clawed at the desert that pulled him down and down and down–

Link jerked awake, fought against the blanket that was wrapped tightly around him, and had a moment of panic when he felt a heavy weight on his feet and ankles. He sat up suddenly and stared, wide-eyed, at a strange blue creature that almost-but-not-quite looked like a rabbit but did very much look like Satori.

(Read the rest on AO3)

[rosiespokemontwitterau]

I love eating out! (●´ϖ`●)

[thefourgiants]

I’m so beyond happy to see deku scrubs return to Zelda games again so I had to draw Dewpi with a fruity cocktail

[misiahasahardname]

me? play favourites? why i would never!

[not-poignant]

Fae Tales - The Nascent Diplomat FINAL (Gwyn/Augus)

Pairing: Augus Each Uisge/Gwyn ap Nudd

Tags: Fae politics, past child abuse, past sexual abuse, developing relationship, slow burn, mind games, Unseelie Court (See fic for more tags)

Summary: Augus is summoned by the Unseelie King of the fae to test out his hand at being a diplomat with a secretive, cave-dwelling race of fae known as the vench. He is sent to the remote region of Aethelwaters to strike up a trade deal, with the King’s Mage and executioner - Gwyn ap Nudd - as his bodyguard.

They come face to face with a closed culture largely unreceptive to newcomers, initiations to test their merit, an unusual way of feeding, and pitfalls and traps at every turn. Will it drive the shaky foundation between Gwyn and Augus further apart? Or bring them together?

Fae Tales - 44 - The Nascent Diplomat - Gwyn/Augus on AO3!

In which Gwyn and Augus leave Aethelwaters and go back to their respective realities. Gwyn is terrified that everything will go back to normal, but sees increasing hints and signs that everything might be changing for the better.

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