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[leenfiend]

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[mrows-fan-works]

Chapter 46

Words: 2084

Rating: teen and Up

Tags: Can Wind get away in time? Also there is some cussing here be warned.

Also, the text was funny and made my OG text black? Im in dark mode so i changed the color to yellow so it can be seen. Im sorry in advance for how ugly she is.

EDIT: OKay. so i changed the text color but when she posted it changed it back to black and i dont have the energy to re-color every individual paragraph. Im sorry fam.

PSA- I had an annoucement last week on Ao3 and now the chapter numbers are off so don't worry!

Chapter 45 and Chapter 47

A03

Fire crackled. Steps walked around, squishing and plopping in the mushy earth. Wind felt mud seeping into his clothes, hair, and skin. It left him feeling chilled despite the sweat coating his brow. His mouth felt puffy and swollen. Swallowing was difficult, breathing more so. The Phantom Sword rested heavy in his hand, weighing his hand down and making it impossible to move. At least he was armed. That is, if he could manage to lift his sword enough to fight. 

Wind felt a presence settle next to him. Water sloshed onto his arms, staining his shirt. Goosebumps riddled his skin, making him feel nauseous at the sudden temperature change. The water made him aware of the burning in his chest. Injuries flared to life as the person next to him started poking his arm to grab his attention. 

“Geez, you sure the shrimp didn’t die out there Tez? He hasn’t moved since you put him here.” 

An exasperated sigh, “I swear to Hylia, leave the kid alone. If he wakes up we help him,” 

“But what if-”

“But he’s not going to get better if you keep messing with him, you daft idiot. I’m going to join the patrol, just watch him, got it?” 

Mud splattered onto him as the person stood and walked away, “Well fine. Forgive me for worrying…” a much quieter addition, “asshole.” 

Wind tensed. There were so many red flags in that conversation alone. He was wounded, tired, and surrounded. There was no way he wasn’t getting out of this without confrontation. It didn’t help that he wasn’t a smooth talker like Wars or just plain charming like Sky. Wind felt his hand creak and pop as he tightened his grip on his sword. Wind gritted his teeth and struggled to sit up through the pain. 

“Oh shit the shrimp is alive.” Rude. He couldn’t look that bad. Wind leaned against his hand for leverage to steady himself. Quickly toweling the crust off his eye he made sure to glare at the voice the second he was able to see their face. 

It took everything in him not to react. 

A perplexed Yiga stared back at him.

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The horror stories that Wild had warned them with flashed through his mind with unexpected clarity. They had all laughed at Wild’s over-exaggerated poses and acting as he told how he out-smarted the assassins time and time again on his journey. Wind hadn’t thought it concerning before, but now? After the whole experience with the thieves and monsters, Wind didn’t think Wild was exaggerating. They were wearing red leotards and Wind spotted some bananas off to the side, currently untouched. 

Wind was certain that in better circumstances, he would have no problem out-witting them or fighting these two off, but Twilight’s voice in the back of his mind chided him for things like overworking himself and being reckless. (He was a Hero of Courage, didn’t being reckless come with the territory?) Unfortunately, Wind groaned internally, he was going to have to think his way through this. Wind barely managed to not flinch as his hand spasmed when he tried to grip his sword better. Why was it burning? He wanted to check it out but he didn’t trust the Yiga not to try something if he showed any more weakness. Well… any more than passing out and having to be saved from getting his head cut off but a stupid lizaflos. Hylia, how embarrassing. 

“Kid, yo kid!” Wind jerked back into the present.The Yiga's face was closer to him than he thought. He subtly shifted backwards as the man began to talk, “Dude, I thought you died. Damn, I lost the bet. I’m gonna have to pay up after they get back from patrol.” 

Patrol? Wind filtered the information for later while trying to swallow his growing anxiety. Wind was strong but he knew his limits. He had a feeling fighting a group of Yiga was far more difficult than being chased by lizaflos after a rough night. 

It left only one path for him to take. One that brought a smirk to his mind’s eye. He could already see Tetra cackling. 

Time to bullshit his way out of this, like a true pirate. 

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 Fortunately, Wild had given Wind plenty of source material to work with. Although he didn’t have a handy, dandy tablet with magic he did know their weakness and it was sitting right behind the babbling Yiga who was still sitting too close for comfort. 

To think bananas would be his saving grace. 

Wind let the Yiga talk to himself, slowly forging a plan in his mind. It was stupid. Reckless was only the tip of the iceberg. It depended completely on how gullible these Yiga were. If everything worked out then Wind would be gone before the rest returned from patrol.

Step One: Bring attention to the bananas. 

Wind forced a grin as he was forced to pay attention to the guy rambling about tactics, slippers, and his favorite banana desserts. Wind managed to grab his attention when the Yiga paused to take a breath between subjects. 

“Actually, some bananas sound great right now. I’m a bit hungry after almost dying.” He made a big show of glancing around the campsite, “Ah! What about those bananas?” He smiled his best “I’m totally innocent, you can trust me” smile, “They’re your favorite right?”

The Yiga scratched the back of its head, “About that,” they looked down, “those are the boss’s bananas, we can’t eat those. Patrol was supposed to bring something back but….they’re taking longer than expected…” They trailed off, looking away from Wind.

Wind let the silence sit for a moment, “Well!” The Yiga jumped. “Does anyone else have something to eat?” 

“Um….no?” Well shit that was a problem. He really was hungry. This guy seemed like a nice person except for the glaring fact that they served in a cult bent on serving Ganon. Never mind, he’d have to skip the “snack” part of his plan. 

Sad,  but the show must go on.

Step Two: Stand up

Easier said than done. But Wind had done so in worse conditions (maybe). Wind slowly stretched out, wincing at the popping joints. Hylia, he was stiff. His battered body screamed in protest making Wind’s eyes water. Regardless, he smiled brightly at the Yiga. If he could see his face they’d probably look incredulous. But he couldn’t. All he could see was their dumb mask.  “Better get something then. Don’t want to starve out here right?” Wind gathered his things slowly, careful not to pull the wounds on his chest too much as he slung the -now suspiciously lighter- bag over his good shoulder before finally strapping his sword to his waist and walking away. 

Step Three: Make them underestimate you. 

The Yiga seemed to finally snap out of his stupor. They scrambled to catch him. “Hold on kid!” Wind stopped for a second, sparing the staggering Yiga a glance. “You can’t just leave!”

Wind blinked, “Why not?”

The Yiga sputtered, “Because!” They stood next to Wind, still too close in Wind’s opinion. “I gotta watch you before Tez and the others get back. You leave and I get my ass handed to me!” 

That sounded like a personal issue, but Wind kept up the charade, “Sorry man but I just wanna stretch my legs and maybe find a snack. I won’t go far I promise.” They looked at him for a second before sighing. 

“Fine, but stay close. The others should be back any minute.” 

Wind gave a mock salute, “Of course!”

Step Four: Lose the chump.

The plan was moving along without a hitch but WInd wasn’t out of the woods yet. Now the hardest part would be to sneak away from camp, avoid the patrol and  monsters, and somehow find Elenor who was probably losing her mind. A vivid image of Elenor running round swinging her ax at anything that got too close filled his mind. Wind shivered. He’d better get out of here as fast as possible and find her before she traumatizes the local wildlife. 

Wind walked at a leisurely pace away from the campsite.The Yiga watched him from the fire. Seems like he was serious about making sure Wind didn’t leave. Wind gave a bright smile and walked towards the abandoned village, making sure to look thoroughly at trees and the ground as he went. He periodically checked to see if the ninja was still watching. When their eyes were averted, Wind quickly dashed into an abandoned house. It stank of rotten wood and mold. The floor had sunk into the swamp long ago, forcing Wind to carefully walk through debris, mud, and stagnant water until he reached the doorway. 

Wind wasted no time in picking a direction. The house opened onto what remained of the village pathway. It was overrun with weeds and scattered pieces of houses that had been destroyed in the Calamity. The village was silent, there were no signs of life. Wind strained his ears to hear for anything approaching as he darted from house to house in what he hoped was the correct direction. The faster he got out of here and back on the road the safer he would be. The Yiga wouldn’t attack him on neutral ground right? It was a longshot. A longshot that depended on the Yiga adhering to the rules of common decency but it was all Wind could think of to do. After all, stables were right off the roads and the last stable seemed downright hostile to the thought of any Yiga breaching the perimeter. If he waited, maybe Elenor could find him there. Wind didn’t want to entertain the thought of traveling the rest of the way alone.It pulled at his heart just thinking about it. 

Shaking his head, Wind refocused on the moment. He’d have to worry about finding Elenor after getting out of this situation. Wind had moved through several houses now and that the one Yiga had most likely started looking for him. He had to keep moving if he wanted to escape. Water overtook the path ahead. The houses up ahead looked to be in a worse state than the ones before as well leaving Wind hardly any cover to hide against. It was suspicious that he hadn’t seen anything, or any-ninja, since ditching that one back at camp. Lukewarm water touched his calves as Wind crouched in the reeds in an attempt to camouflage himself. Fireflies lit up the grasses as their nightly dances began. The sun was rapidly approaching sunset as Wind darted through the rubble. No monsters had shown themselves. Wind was starting to think there weren’t any here. Perhaps the patrol had gotten rid of them all? The possibility didn’t sit well with him. That would mean these Yiga were stronger than he thought.

Well, it wouldn’t matter if he got away. Wind spotted another raised area that was dry. Several houses lay crumbling on top of it. Some cover was better than being exposed out in the middle of the field like a lost pig waiting for their shepherd. He banked towards it, hoping to find a clear path to the exit. Wind risked standing at his full height to alleviate his cramping legs. The first house was impassable. The roof lay in chunks on the ground, forcing Wind to go around the outside. He crouched behind a barrel for a moment’s reprieve when muffled footsteps shuffled nearby. Heart in his throat, Wind forced himself to keep breathing slowly as they stopped for a moment and continued getting louder as they got closer to his position. Standing slowly, Wind silently cursed the sealed top of the barrel. He couldn’t pry it off without revealing his location. He walked slowly backwards, ears trained on the sound ahead of him. He’d have to retreat to the field and find another route. Wind kept walking, crouched slightly in case he had to run. The steps were getting louder, the crunching gravel like fireworks in the night as Wind began speedily retreating towards the other side of the house. The footsteps, thank Hylia, retreated, Wind waited until he couldn’t hear anything before turning back the way he came. 

He had just made it to the edge of the field when a hand gripped his shoulder in an iron grip. Wind looked back. A tall imposing ninja jeered, “Well, what do we have here?”

[swordsmans]

absolutely incredible commission i received from the amazingly talented @crezz-star !!!

[specshroom]

★ I think Choso is obsessed with kissing ★

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At first he thought the concept was a bit weird like alot of human things. You just... put your lips on someone else's...and hold it there????

 Yeah he was confused. But you were patient with him and from the moment you two had your first kiss the man was hooked. (I'm imagining like fireworks and stars in his eyes with a deep red blush like a comedy anime lmao) 

He's a bit clumsy at first, he's just eager and inexperienced. You can only find it cute, honestly. 

Even much later in the relationship, after he's gotten the hang of it and has settled into casual physical touch. Choso still has such an eagerness for kisses. Unlike sex which has a defined begining, climax and end. Kissing can go on forever, it doesn't have to ever end. Even a half curse like him gets tired and overstimulated eventually and while he obviously loves fucking you, he also loves the ease and casualness of kissing. 

The way he sees it, It still riles you up and allows you to express love and passion for eachother while not being as exhausting. 

When he wakes up? Lazy kisses. When you're making breakfast together? Playful kisses. Cuddling on the couch? Cozy steamy make out kisses. Good bye kisses, Hello kisses, Good morning kisses, Good night kisses, kisses in the shower, kisses in the kitchen, Eskimo kisses, butterfly kisses, cheek, forehead, nose kisses. This man is a fool for literally all of it. 

He loves the sweetness of a simple peck and he loves the spit slick mess of french kissing. He loves the feeling of your lips moving perfectly against his. He loves the feeling of your tongues sliding against each other.  

He loves that it could turn into more at any moment or it could just stay the same for as long as you both want. He loves when you run out of air and release from the kiss with breathy pants, your forehead resting against his. He loves when both of you kiss so much it makes your lips hurt but neither of you want to stop so you just end up rubbing your tongues together to keep the sweet friction going. 

He's so normal about your lips in general. He sees you apply lip stick, lip gloss or lip balm? Mans is already chubbed up. You lick your lips while eating? His mind is wandering right into the gutter. God forbid you pout or bite your lip in front of him. 

His eyes unconsciously go to your lips when you talk. He can't help it, he feels embarrassed if you point it out. 

Now because he holds kissing in such high regard, I don't think he likes kissing you in public that much. It's just such a personal thing for him that he feels weird doing it Infront of other people. That being said, you both have been caught mid make out session multiple times by multiple people. Even though he finds it embarrassing he can't deny you if you offer him a big wet kiss on the cheek. 

He absolutely LOVES kissing during sex. He just thinks it makes the already intimate moment even more intimate. When you're using your pretty mouth to suck him off he can't help but pull you off his dick so he can sloppily kiss you for a bit before letting you get back to it. Your lips just look so good around his dick. His love for kisses also extends to your lower lips btw. He looooves making out with your cunt and kissing up your thighs. Once he's already made you cum, he likes to place gentle kisses on your sensitive clit to watch you shake at the soft touch.

He makes sure that every time you two cum your mouths are also joined. That's why he likes positions where you're face to face so he can easily kiss you when you two cum together. Although he will make sure that even in positions like doggy or when your back is to his chest you will still get that intense messy kiss every climax. 

[kkoct-ik]

love and tenderness and something else

their faces :)

[teslacoils-and-hubris]

I just read the phrase phallic penis and I just.... yeah man. Phallic penis. Entrance-like door. Wallish wall. Butt that looked like an ass. Phallic penis.

[localapparently]

/ domestic yoohankim set post canon, read right to left, do not reupload

post canon sillies

happy birthday hsy ..!!

[auxwired]

HAPPY PORTAL 2 DAY!!!! 13 YEARS

alt vers under cut

[mokadevs]

guy who has done some terrible things

[comradekatara]

a quick doodle to commemorate korrasamiversary, the most important day in the history of humankind

[noecoded]

hey asmo fans

[fallen-goldfishcracker]

Still on my Ulder & Wyll bullshit but like

I keep thinking of Ulder Ravenguard, sending away his only son at seventeen, and years later hearing of a hero with a fine rapier and mismatched, kind eyes and manners from a storybook, and thinking, demanding surely not. that cannot be my son. my son is a devil's servant. it cannot be. i have no son.

and then after seven long years meeting Wyll again, at Wrym's Rock through a mindflayer's thrall, and feeling something like relief, not at seeing him but at this cold surety that this boy, this man, this hero of the frontiers could not be his son, because his son was not this tall and old and sure-footed, and did not have curling horns and a devil red eye, and the rumors must be wrong, and this Blade must be a stranger.

And then Wyll looks at him, with such kind eyes- his mother's eyes still, even devil-tainted- and calls him "father", and he knows, he knows, and his son is here, so much older and wearier and stronger, too, and he's a hero and a man and by gods he's a monster and by gods he's his son.

[basketobread]

my dumb fuck ass just spent 30 minutes trying to find Save Us White Girl and caved and "help white girl bg3" immediately returned it via google,,,,, had help white girl, white girl help stuck in my head,,,,,

THIS MADE ME LAUGH SO MUCH TBH I CANNOT BELIEVE IT CAN IMMEDIATELY BE FOUND LIKE THAT???? everyday this comic finds its way back to me and i'm unsure if i'll ever be able to outdo it... it might be my magnum opus, i fear... (this is a good thing)

[apoorhuman]

Mc: hey everybody!!!

The brothers: ....

Asmo: are... We seeing a ghost?

Satan: I don't think so, this is probably an illusion

Levi: what.. What if it's an hallucination?

Mammon: there's no way you idiot, what can even cause the hallucination?!

Beel: I believe tht this is a dream

Belphie: am I still half asleep?

Lucifer: excuse me, but who are you?

Mc: ARE YOU SERIOUS I HAVEN'T BEEN AWAY THAT LONG!!

[haunted-xander]

Respectfully, anyone who believes that Roxas shouldn't have come back in kh3 is wrong and also doesn't know how to make a satisfying end to a characters narrative.

I could maybe forgive thinking Naminé or Xion shouldn't have returned, as they at least got to make the informed decision to return to their counterparts themselves. It would still be wrong but I can at least forgive it.

But Roxas? His entire story is about being allowed to be yourself regardless of what anyone else around you says you should be. It doesn't/shouldn't matter if he comes from Sora, because he is someone else entirely. It's his life, not Sora or anyone elses. Having a story like that end with him being violently forced to return to Sora when he doesn't even know anything about what's going on is flat out bad writing.

Did he accept that he had to die for Sora? Well, sure, but only after getting to beat him within an inch of his life. Only reason he accepts it is because he literally has no other choice but to. He can't keep clinging to the anger and misery at his circumstances forever.

And, you know, it probably helps that the person this was all for also fucking hates it. In no way is Sora happy about what happened to Roxas. Of course he'd bring him back, it's Sora. The situation is so unfair and tragic that having it end with him just staying in Sora forever would literally go against the essence of the entire series.

Kingdom Hearts is, at it's core, a series about bonds. Roxas was established basically immediately as having very important bonds! His best friend literally died for him! He has friends that don't even know it because it was another version of them, but they still feel that bond to him anyway! You really think they should've just thrown away a character whose bonds transcended the boundaries between data and reality just like that? Get real.

[sunkly]