#THE SHADY LAD WILL WRITE

[birb-boyo]

I can’t wait for this thing @queering-the-chain

EVERYONE IS GOING TO GET THE T-VIRUS(transing them into oblivion)

I really hope my writers block clocks out before June starts-

Also thank you for releasing the prompts this early, whumptober releases it the month before and I can’t write 1-2 prompts a day sometimes😭

[stories-from-the-shaded-moon]

Great-x Grandparents

SHANK SHANK SHANK SHANK SHANK-

@syntheticspades @vio-starzz

He had married Link two days ago. Banners and streams were still all around Ordon, green and red. He asked what the green was for, Link shook his shoulders so much he thought his head would pop off.

The smile on Link’s was like a miasma. He didn’t hear the words spewing from his lips. The only thing he took away was, “green good” and he couldn’t agree more.

Then there was the actual wedding. Even if Shad had one hundred hands, he still wouldn’t be able to count how many kisses he received from Link and Uli alone. It seemed that kisses were regular in Ordon. Forehead, nose, the back of the hand, cheek.

It was a beautiful scene, especially with Colin’s master flower throwing. He remembered when Link said that the boy should be their flower girl. Shad laughed and asked if Colin would like that. They wrote a letter and sent it off. A letter came back a week later. No name, just an address.

YES

The two didn’t expect to see the boy in a dress at the reception. It made Shad have to cover his face because of how red it got.

The only thing better than being told “you may kiss the groom” was the dance. Link had forgotten all about the dance. Shad hadn’t, though he knew Link had two left feet.

Their dance was sloppy, noticeably unpracticed, but it was perfect. Link laid his head on Shad’s shoulder, his cheeks an obvious rose red. Shad laughed with every misstep.

“When’ll this be over?” Link whined, picking his head up to give Shad his puppy eyes. He yelped as Shad dipped him.

Shad picked him back up and everyone cheered with a smile. “It’s over now,” Shad said, picking Link’s hand up to his lips.

“I’m gonna bite you,” Link laughed. Shad saw someone waving him over.

“Love, that’s what tonight is for.” Shad let go of Link’s hand and left him speechless.

That night…he felt as if he shouldn’t think about it this late at night. But then again, we were walking in a dark forest. But then again, he was walking in a dark forest because of…memories like that. One thing that he knew, Link sure did bite.

Shad took a deep breath, taking in the air of Faron woods. They had decided to stay in Ordon for a few days before they waddled back into Castle Town.

Shad swayed to the imaginary song that played in his head. Definitely the one Link played the second Shad gave him his wedding gift, a guitar. Then something caught his eye. Something bright. He turned his head and was met with a spectacle like nothing he’d seen before.

A wolf. A golden wolf. A golden wolf with a single red eye. Shad tensed. He never thought this day would come.

Asking for Rusl and Uli’s blessing was hard enough. Now, imagine getting judged by your fian-…husband’s great-x grandfather in the form of a wolf. Who, by the way, could tear you to shreds with how big he was.

Yes, Shad knew. Link had told him practically everything about his adventure. Then, of course, there were the parts that he’d seen with his own eyes.

Link had told him about this wolf. This wolf that turned into something akin to a stalfos. This wolf that taught like so much of what he knows now. This wolf, the Hero of Time.

So, that’s another thing. Imagine getting judged by your husband’s great-x grandfather in the form of a wolf who used to be a well known general in the Hyrulian army. If he didn’t approve, he couldn’t tell Shad, but he could kill him pretty easily.

“A pleasure to meet you, great-“ Shad had already forgotten how many greats there were, “-grandfather-in-law.” Shad waved slightly.

The wolf stalked forward and Shad gulped. The wolf circled Shad, sniffing at him, clawing at his pants on occasion.

The wolf stopped somewhere on his leg. Shad looked down to see what the beast had found and he felt his body go rigid. It was the only bite mark from their wedding night where Link had bit down too hard, causing blood.

The wolf’s head picked up, its one eye looking Shad dead on. Shad held his breath, praying for this spirit to be merciful. Then the wolf’s ears perked up, its head snapping in the opposite direction of Shad.

There, running toward them was a small red ferret. It made squeaky noises as it ran at them. The wolf stepped back, making a path for the ferret.

Shad, excepting his fate, knelt down and feld his hands out. The ruby ferret crashed into his arms.

Shad lifted the ferret, but kept it arms length. “Hi little guy!”

The wolf let out a low rumble.

Shad nodded. “Girl, noted.” The ferret’s head turned and squeaked at the wolf. The wolf’s head fell.

Shad laughed. “Link hasn’t told me about you Miss. Who may you be?” Both animals looked at him, the silence carrying for a few seconds. Every second, Shad felt dumber and dumber. “Right, animal spirits.”

The ruby ferret escaped from his hands and ran into his hair. The ferret made another sound, this definitely not squeaking. It was almost like it was trying to scream but stopped every half second.

The wolf huffed and shook its head. Then its ears went up again. The ferret stopped playing in Shad’s hair.

“Shad!”

Shad’s breath caught in his throat. I mean, of course he wasn’t scared of Link. No matter how good he was with a sword, he was his husband.

“Link?” He called back, picking the ferret off of his head. She wriggled in his hands. Shad soon put her down.

“You coo coo son of a bitch, why are you out, at night, in the woods?!” He breached the trees into Shad’s sight. He engulfed Shad into his arms, and without a second of hesitation, Shad hugged him back.

“Something just told me to come out here. Seems there’s a name to that something…?” Link let Shad go and looked at him with an obvious question on his mind, what the hell are you talking about?

Link turned around after feeling a nudge at his heel. He dropped to his knees almost immediately, hugging the wolf and, by the looks of the wolf’s posture, strangling it.

The ferret hopped around, definitely excited, and Shad really started to wonder who this ferret was.

What tie did she have to the wolf? Then Shad saw it, something so glaringly obvious that he should've seen before.

Around the ferret's arm was a ring. The moonlight gave it a beautiful shine. While examining the wolf that Link had finally let go of, it was like an earring, but far shinier than he had ever seen.

“You’re…married?” Shad whispered.

Link’s ears twitched and he stood. “Yep! Shad,” Link motioned to the animal spirits, “great great great great great…great grandparents. Great great great great great grandparents, Shad.” He motioned to Shad.

“Five greats, I thought it was seven…?”

“It probably is.”

“Hello great great great great great grandparents-in-law.” Shad waved.

[may-i-be-eternal]

Intro post

Hi! I’m Shade! I go by He/Him or They/Them. Either are fine.

I’m not really new to Tumblr, I’m just using another gmail🙃

My main account is @skyward-shade

I’ll post about a variety of fandoms on here. Those include:

The Magnus Archives

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Heroes of Olympus

Trials of Apollo

The Sun and the Star

There are some other things that I can’t think of right now.

Rants will be tagged #Screams from the Shade

Shorter posts will be tagged #Shade Speaks

Asks will be tagged #Shanswers

Writing will be tagged #the Shady Lad writes

Pretty simple

[tomb-of-heroes]

Hello again! This week's featured writer is a talented individual named Shade (aka @birb-boy-official)(he/him), who has many proud works including an AU called The Legend of Zelda: Shattered Souls.

Shade does run a writing blog (@stories-from-the-shaded-moon) where many fandoms may appear, as well as an Ao3 account (ShadyScripter) where his works are also featured.

𝕾𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖍𝖆𝖉𝖊'𝖘 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖐𝖘:

"Bonds of the Knights" - Adventure fic/Slight angst w/ Wars and Sky

"Village Square" - Cute bonding moment between Wind and Time over silly dances

"Field Play" - Lighthearted (but concentrated) sparring session between Sky and Time

"Twenty Rupees is Twenty Rupees" - Silly chain moment during break

Requests?

Asks open on main Requests open via writing blog

Tags?

#the shady lad writes #screams from the shade

[mejcinta]

Why do you think Aemond will be spared? With B&C being so early into the season his character will suffer as well as Aegon and Helaena's. We won't know his thoughts about his father or his trauma because there is no time for that anymore, everything will be about B&C aftermath. He'll probably just turn into a maniac after. He kills people in every leak about him. And I doubt B&C will be seen as an excuse because Aemond didn't have any positive interaction with his siblings or Helaena's children. So far the showrunners tried to portray him as a dragon thief, took away his immediate bond with Vhagar and didn't include her roar after he lost an eye, his trauma was never mentioned in later episodes and he is framed as a bitter bad guy who is beefing with kids. They gave Luke's role to someone who looks like a little child and made him act like it when the Strongs in the book were described as 'strapping lads' who were well trained. Olivia was giving hints that Alicent is terrified by Aemond, Alicent was already mad at him during the dinner where she called Rhaenyra a fine queen and forgot about the danger to her kids from Daemon lmao. Perhaps Helaena will blame Aemond as well because in this show the greens are at fault for everything and no one ever blames Viserys. I don't see how he is 'spared'.

When I said Aemond is the best covered in Team Green and spared more by Condal, I wasn't saying they've not been shady with his character.

I meant that he has 3 Dimensional coverage which makes people at least empathize with why he ends up making drastic decisions in the future. I mean, even Team Black absolutely go crazy for him and write fics featuring him.

Now contrast that with Aegon, whose character is smeared beyond redemption from the jump and Helaena who we know almost nothing about...and Alicent, who despite of her relatable struggles, is also dogpiled with SA, impressions of hypocrisy (but the GA was never going to like her over Rhaenyra anyways).

Aemond has it better, but that doesn't mean his character has not suffered some injustices. But just imagine, will you, if the other Green characters were covered with such grace, care, detail, objectivity like Aemond was?

Just imagine.

Mind you I wasn't hating on Aemond at all. He is the perfect example of how Team Green can shine when written more fairly.

[original-character-championship]

Bracket F Round 1

Poll 14

Nat Finch (@albatris) vs. Rain February-Pulster (@aincretop)

347. Nat Finch (@albatris)

He/him

he is a sweet darling boy. an earnest and excitable lad. a pathetic anxious wet cat of a vampire. he works in a petrol station and encourages shoplifting. he loves animals and cooking and his friends and he has a terrifying monster mode. he is getting beaten up by the plot but he stays silly :3

Short and fat with a round face and lots of freckles. Pale white and sickly-looking, not because he's a vampire but because he's just... like that... Red eyes and long black hair, often uneven and choppy in length because he cuts tangles out instead of untangling them <3

348. Rain February-Pulster (@aincretop)

xe/xem/xer/xers/xemself or it/its (primarily)

Rain is a barely-paid journalist who writes for xer local newspaper, and since it's gotten in some scalding hot water with a criminal organization xe wrote an article about (by this, I mean they blackmailed xem), it's really looking to get a better-paying job to stop mooching off of xer roommate. Rain is also at the ripe old age of 17, and its various legal documents are completely forged! Xe often takes up shady side hustles, such as probably-illegal studies in which randomly selected participants are... "placed in a room" to be interviewed about nothing in particular. As for why exactly Rain should win... it's literally neurodivergent and a minor.

Rain is a light blue furry, kind of based off of Espeon, who has a dual-tone split tail, very fluffy whiskers, and a mint green gem on its forehead. Xer casual wear includes a blue crop top, darker flared shorts, and a navy bag. It has striped shoes that are the same dark-ish color of xer shorts. Its formal wear is a dark blue scarf, a sliverish blue button up shirt, black arm warmers the same color as xer shorts, pastel blue and white socks, and black boots.

[mereelskirata]

Tell us more about Sebastian, would you?

@hurryupmerlin OH BOY. Where to start lol.

So I've had this lad for over 12 years now. He started out as some sniper I wanted to write with on a TF2 rp forum with a couple of friends during Comp. (Never played the game myself but had one friend who did and they had tons of OCs for it.)

Drew him with long hair and the glasgow/chelsea smile with the stitches still attached. Pretty sure those should've been taken out or dissolved on their own but, kid me didn't care. It looked cool lmao

Then Assassin's Creed: Brotherhood came out so I dragged him into that, made him an assassin and gave him a little boyfriend to smooch and "tousle" about with.

Now he's just your average joe working as a barista while the same boyfriend is off doing shady, illegal shit. :D

[scotianostra]

On November 13th 1850 Robert Louis Stevenson was born in Edinburgh.

Nowadays known as RLS day, and marked with special talks, workshops and live music planned at Museums & Galleries Edinburgh

IF Robert Burns has his special night, why shouldn’t Robert Louis Stevenson have a special day each year to celebrate his birthday? That was the thinking when the first RLS Day was took place in 2011 through the efforts of Professor Linda Dryden at Edinburgh Napier University and the UNESCO City of Literature Trust.

Robert Louis Balfour Stevenson was born to Thomas and Margaret Stevenson. Lighthouse design was his father's and his family's profession, Robert was an only child. He spent a difficult childhood suffering chronic health problems due to which he was mostly confined to bed. Entering into youth, Stevenson was highly influenced by Allison Cunningham, his nurse who would often read the Pilgrim’s Progress and The Old Testament to him.

At the age 17, Stevenson enrolled at Edinburgh University to study engineering, with the goal of following his father in the family business. Lighthouse design, but this didn’t appeal to young Robert and he was not really interested in studying science; instead he spent ample time studying French Literature, Scottish history, and the works of Darwin and Spencer. His love for literature forced him to tell his father about his growing interests in literature and that he wanted to pursue a career and studies in the field of writing. The news severely upset his father who finally advised Robert to prepare for the Bar exam so that he would have a respectable profession to fall back on if his literary ambitions failed.

Stevenson’s writings and life were both heavily influenced by his city, Edinburgh. He experienced two faces of the city. One was the religious, respectable and conventional town while the other face of Edinburgh was that of more bohemian town with brothels, shady characters and underhanded dealings. Through these observations Stevenson learned a great deal about the duality of human nature which later became the base for his novel, The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

In 1873, Stevenson suffered from a severe chest condition and nervous exhaustion due to which he was advised by his doctor to go abroad and rest for an extended period of time. Stevenson spent 6 months in South France during which he worked on numerous essays. He continued with the flow of writing after his return to Edinburgh writing articles, book reviews and short stories. Slowly, Stevenson’s name started appearing in significant publications such as The Fortnightly Review. During this time, Stevenson met Fanny Vandergrift Osbourne, an American woman who was 10 years older than him. Osbourne was visiting Europe to escape from the estranged relationship with her husband. Despite this, Stevenson resumed his relationship with Osbourne and eventually went after her to San Francisco where the two married in 1880 after her divorce.

Stevenson achieved great literary success beginning in the late 1870s. In 1878 he published An Inland Voyage followed by Treasure Island in 1883. The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde and Kidnapped were both published in 1886.

In 1889, Stevenson bought a 300-acre estate, Vailima, in the hills of Apia, Samoa where he lived for the rest of his life. Many of his most significant works have been written in Vailima. Some of these include The Beach of Falesa, The Ebb Tide, The Wrecker and Catriona, The Bottle Imp, The Isle of Voices and The Waif Woman. Robert Louis Stevenson died at the age of 44 a few hours after suffering a brain hemorrhage on December 3, 1894.

Don’t you just love the pic of a young Robert Louis Stevenson, aged 7! 

I think the Outlander fans will appreciate the verse, “ Sing me a Song of a Lad that is Gone”

Sing me a song of a lad that is gone, Say, could that lad be I? Merry of soul he sailed on a day Over the sea to Skye. Mull was astern, Rum on the port, Eigg on the starboard bow; Glory of youth glowed in his soul; Where is that glory now? Sing me a song of a lad that is gone, Say, could that lad be I? Merry of soul he sailed on a day Over the sea to Skye. Give me again all that was there, Give me the sun that shone! Give me the eyes, give me the soul, Give me the lad that's gone! Sing me a song of a lad that is gone, Say, could that lad be I? Merry of soul he sailed on a day Over the sea to Skye. Billow and breeze, islands and seas, Mountains of rain and sun, All that was good, all that was fair, All that was me is gone.

[leaffiii]

The Leaf Spider-Verse Character Fun-Fact Dump

Quentin Beck

The shortest Mysterio in the west. Absolutely hates it, to the point where he wears platform shoes when going about his shenanigans.

20, arts major in (a currently undecided) college. Volunteers in the theatre department but only ever works backstage with the technology and set-up.

Kind of a irritable little bastard, not even in a smug way but lord did he end up softening up when Max "refuses-to-acknowlege-social-cues" Dillon came around.

Transmasc.. he just like me fr fr

Max Dillon

Despite appearances, a smart bastard. Good with tech, not with people exactly.

Punk through and through, blasts all sorts of loud music in his room at every opportunity, much to the dismay of Quentin (who wont admit that he likes it too).

Yeah they're boyfriends :heartemoij:

He's so?????? Yeah

Despite hauling metal around a lot, is lanky as shit. An entire beanpole.

Wanted to try a mohawk but fucked it up. Continues to shave bald now because its iconic.

Mack/Mac Gargan (Ref in Progress)

Not much older than the other three. Dropped out of college because it just wasn't working well for him.

Works at the Daily Bugle, which is a combination of a News Channel and Website in this, as an errand runner. Met Peter there and immediately became his big brother (bro why is this 16 year old getting good pictures of a Spider-Guy? He's gonna get himself hurt good lird)

Generally a chill dude, but gets super protective over those he cares about, especially his friends (he could probably carry all three AND Peter at once lol).

Likes rock like Max, but prefers the much calmer classic stuff. ACDC and Def Leppard are his go-tos.

Has a complicated work relationship with JJJ, who he respects but also can and will argue with if given the right opportunity (mostly with Peter lol)

BEST hugger

Michael Morbius (Ref In Progress)

Biology Major, makes it work despite any complications.

Has albinism! Or at least partial albinism. Either way he sun-burns easily, and needs glasses. He usually dyes his hair black, as to not stand out among his family.

Fancy lad! Loves to dress in ornate suits and such, even just to go to class. He comes from a more wealthy family, which allows this.

For how I'm going about his health in this... I'd like to keep it unspecified to keep the mystery going, but I think the doctors would write him off as having hemophilia and a weakened immune system, you know how doctors are.

(As for the origin of it... it probably ties back to his parents doing shady shit a while ago, either way he can't do much about it, despite his best efforts)

Nice, but not always kind. A little cynical when caught in a bad mood, and prefers to keep to himself most of the time. Hangs out with his friends when he can actually handle prolonged social interaction.

[kiwiplur]

I make more Nighthaze Characters than i will ever be able to play so now i'm going to start making it everyone else's problem.

The who's who of it all is under the break

Black Trenchcoat: Zony (Zebra/Unicorn) Hacker. one of 4 characters I made based on the different campaign tones as stated in the operator's manual. He's based off the "black trenchcoat" tone which is all about gritty realism of cyberpunk reality, your Blade Runners and such. so I made him a paranoid wreck who will stop at nothing to wipe any system from knowing he ever existed.

Cranberry: Reindeer (Deer/Kirin) Support Gunner. Originally Sprite Cranberry™, made as a joke for a one-shot. She suddenly spun off into her own full on character with depth and an arc like said one off spun off into a campaign about figuring out who's doing all the shady shit in town. I made a second sheet for her so I can use her in vanilla campaigns just in case other Operators don't wanna use someone else's homebrew. Personality-wise, both Sprite Cranberry™ and Cranberry are virtually identical, however Cranberry I write to be a lot more relaxed since she's a baretender who only sometimes has to use the shotgun when things get hairy on the club. Her homebrew counterpart is instead a federal agent who frequently has to confront the fact that she was unemployed until a month ago. More often than not, she has to do so violently and with a shotgun.

Jazz Magnum: Abyssian Gunner. The streetrat with a badge, and originally the character I was going to go with for the oneshot I now play Cranberry in. However, the dedication to the bit overpowered me. He's very mechanically similar to cranberry, but instead of having two guns and a handful of utility spells, he uses just a pistol and is augmented with implants that compliment a run and gun playstyle. I'm playing him soon in another campaign i recently got to join so here's hoping!

Lucky Break: Dwarf Lagulus Pilot (homebrew). She exists because of a comic I was drafting before ultimately going forward with Sundown Trotten' instead. She was going to be one of two protagonists who are both gold hearted idiots who both lift each other up to be their best while simultaneously enabling the other's worst most chaotic behaviors. she and her friend are now in debt to the mob and compete in the Thunderdrome to pay it off. Her heritage is a homebrew one I made specifically because I wanted a herengon adjacent heritage in the game. blame D&D i wanna play as a character with bunny ears in your TTRPG is that so much to ask ;0;

Pink Mowhawk: Diamond Dog Augmented Brawler. The Second of 4 characters I based/named after the Operator manual's campaign tones. Pink Mowhawk is defined as your action oriented rule-of-cool type cyberpunk world, like the Cyberpunk TTRPGs, Cyberpunk 2077 or like Hi-fi Rush if it was a little grittier. Pink Mowhawk's a loud abrasive lad who's got a punch first ask questions later mentality. he's also a huge suntech dork because imo that's the rule-of-coolest part of most Cyberpunk settings for me so I wanted to lean into suntech enthusiasm for his personality. He's also asexual because nobody fucks with Pink Mowhawk. Nobody. I'm very funny please laugh.

Quartz Tick: Zony (Zebra/Pegasus) Augmented Brawler. Like Cranberry, he started out as a joke, but now he's his own character with lore because I really like Kamen Rider and I wanted to see how well I could adapt your standard rider-tropes into the Sundown Equestria setting most campaigns/oneshots use. He's got a bike that I hope I one day get to jump off of and dive kick some poor sap in a game one day because that would be sick as fuck

Rainbow Lattice: Crystal Pony. Somebody in the Nighthaze server said Rainbow Lattice would be a good pony name, and then I drew them. Because of their sporadic in the moment conception, they don't have a sheet lol. but they are a sunstone miner so if they did have one they'd prolly also an aug'd brawler? they're like the one dude in the sunstone mines who's there willingly because while prison labor's cheaper they're just that big on rocks. info-dumping about the other minerals they finds to whoever will listen

Shroud Whisper: Breezie Healer/utility spellcaster. Once again, another Joke turned full ass character that my brain made in response to finding out about DJ smokey's iconic producer tags. The main inspiration being Shadow Wizard Money Gang and We Love Casting Spells. She's a medicart medic who's ultra dedicated to her shadow wizard larp when not on the clock, who studies all magic she can hoping to find cool spells to cast. That's it. That's the character. She loves casting spells. Shadow Nuclear Breezies pledge your souls to the Shadow Princess.

Turn Tables: Changeling Infiltrator/Negotiator. My Cringebug Failhorse daughter who was my very first Nighthaze character sheet, and protagonist of a sunjackers fancomic I make called Sundown Trotten'. She's based off Leno, a pokemon OC i first used in PK-Rocker's Poke-Survivor. First as a contestant in season 4, and then as an assistant host in season 6. She's pretty much Leno except she struggles more with self worth and addiction rather than social interaction and gender identity. However, she's still grappling with the original concept of being a shapeshifter who's mask has become closer to the real her than her base look ever was.

0u0 Thank you for coming to my mcfucking odyssean ted talk on my cyberpunk children's show OCs. See you next week for even fucking more of them

[stellariah]

Hi! I'm Sio or Siofra! I'm 29. I use they/them pronouns. I am White, neurodivergent, nonbinary, and queer.

My writing style is a combination of eating Hozier albums and a blissfully chaotic 3rd grader.

I have been in and out of fandom spaces over the years. I was stalked online by someone from a fandom space. To protect myself, I have deleted and recreated blogs. I am hopeful that I'll be able to stick around this time as this person seems to have finally fucked off.

My (Fictional) Loves

⊹ Obey Me: Mammon, Satan, and Solomon are my babies. Asmo is my first love and is so special to me. Simeon is my forever crush. And I pretend I don't love Lucifer, but I very much do. Really, all the OM characters are great.

⊹ Touchstarved: to stay on brand™, of course I am obsessed with magical walking red flag Leander and somehow wholesome demon Ais, but I think I will fall in love with all of the characters once we get the full story.

⊹ Love and Deepspace: Rafayel stole my heart the second he popped up on screen - sassy, artsy man with a propensity for dagger violence and shady dealings? SOLD. Also, (spoilers) he's a mermaid!!!!

⊹ Tears of Themis: for very much the same reasons as Rafayel from LADS, Marius is number 1. I don't play ToT anymore, but you may see some Marius nostalgia every once in a while.

[birb-boyo]

Hello I really loved the fic you wrote with these two

👉👈may I request another one with this duo? Nothing specific just these two

I mean idk if you need ideas but I hc Ravio’s left leg to have healed weird after Yuga broke it so it sometimes acts up and he has trouble walking. And I just thinks it’d be adorable if groose sometimes just carries him

If you don’t wanna write anything feel free to ignore this ask ofc

It’s pretty short so I’m just gonna post it here :)

The walking was worse than ever. It was just forest, forest, and more forest as far as the eye could see. Maybe it was a good thing to be hidden under the canopy of the trees, but Tavio was not having a good time.

Ravio silently cursed at Yuga for breaking his left leg. The searing pain would come and go as it pleased. Sometimes he wished that Yuga had just taken it off completely. Then he wouldn’t be in agony.

He was focusing on his legs. Right, left, right, left. He steeled his feet into the grass under each step, hoping that he could make it not look like he wanted to scream.

Ravio huffed and shut his eyes tight, fighting back tears. If all he was going to do was hold everyone back, he shouldn’t say anything.

The others are generous and kind, they’d stop for him. He didn’t want that! He wanted-

“Rav?” Ravio’s eyes met the ones of Groose. “You, uh…you good?”

Ravio nodded, his teeth bared. “I’m fine.” He wasn’t focused on his steps, and nearly fell.

“Whoopsie daisy!” Smith caught Tavio before he could hit the floor. “Easy there!”

“You’re not really good at hiding a limp,” Impa announced from beside Malon. “Or maybe that’s just me.”

“I can assure you that it’s not false,” Shad intervened. “Ravio does seem to have a limp. Maybe it is slight or he’s failing to hide it.”

Malon only hummed.

“It’s a chronic thing, ok! My leg only hurts, I’m not gonna die!” Ravio saw Groose’s eyebrows shoot up. He groaned.

Please don’t stop, please don’t stop, please don’t stop!

“Hun, maybe we should take a small break. At least a small one,” Malon suggested.

“We don’t need to! I’ve gone through worse!”

Groans and chuckles alike filled the group. “You sound like Link.” Impa rolled her eyes.

Ravio felt his face turn hot. “I am n- WOAH!”

And just like that, he was in the air, his back curled around Groose’s shoulder. “There you go!” Ravio could practically see the grin on his captor’s face. “Now we can go and you won’t be in pain!” Groose looked around at the group while Ravio fussed.

“If it works, it works?” Malon shrugged, a laugh at the tip of her tongue.

“Tell him to put me down!”

“We should keep going, Impa says that we should be near a small settlement. Then we might be able to score actual beds!”

Relieved sighs rang around the group as they continued their trek.

[stories-from-the-shaded-moon]

Forged by Sacrifice

One thing that the Hero of Warriors would always know is sacrifice. The day his mother gave birth to him and his sister, she made a sacrifice. His father never let them forget that. So much so that they both ran away to the military. The world threw sacrifice in his face since the day he was born. And he would know it even now.

His leg bounced, but it wasn’t like he could stop it. Blood still stained the Veteran’s bandages. No matter how much he’s heard, “it wasn’t your fault” the Captain knew that he would never believe it.

He dropped his guard for only a second, he would swear. A bomb arrow went off on the field. He told Wild not to use them in forests, but when he turned to shout, a sword burst through the smoke. Warriors had felt his breath leave his lungs as he knew that there was no time to dodge. His head would be taken off.

He was shoved to the ground so suddenly, but he saw that red tunic and light blue hat. He was standing so still with the beast’s sword through his stomach. The Captain wanted to scream, but his throat closed up. The lynel pulled his sword back, Legend stumbled forward.

“Aw shit,” the Veteran mumbled just loud enough for Warriors to hear. The boy’s body began to tip back and Warriors was finally able to move. He caught Legend before he hit the ground.

“Traveller!” He shouted. He remembered the field! He was in the field! This hesitation could get someone killed!

”I’m trying!” Hyrule cut another monster down, but more blocked his path.

“Is he well enough to swallow?” Warriors slightly jumped as Sky spoke, already on his knees, rummaging through his pack. Twilight and fire arrows rained down on the monsters. “Vet, you with me?”

“Unfortunately.” Legend croaked.

“Good.” Sky brought out a bright red bottle and shook it. He then popped the cork. Warriors lifted Legend’s head and the boy groaned. “I know, I know. You ready?” Legend slightly nodded. Sky slowly poured the potion into the Veteran’s mouth. He sputtered but then swallowed. Soon, the bottle was empty.

That was when Legend had passed out.

Now they were in Hateno in Wild’s house and Warriors was on Legend duty. The same scene played over and over. He looked over to where the Champion should’ve been, then he was pushed, then Legend was stabbed.

With every second that ticked by, his leg would bounce, begging time to go faster. For the Vet to heal faster.

He rummaged in his brain, looking for any other memory. Something, anything, to get his mind off of the near death of his friend, of his brother.

“Captain?” Warriors eyes snapped towards the steps. There, without armor and battle attire, was a tired Old Man.

“Hey.” Warriors looked back to Legend’s bandages that won’t be due for changing for another hour.

Time was at his side now, no doubt looking down at him. Warriors had never felt intimidated by his, still technical, little brother. But he did fear the day that his little brother left him.

What was he thinking? He knew just as well as Warriors that this was his fault. What would he say? Would he ask him what he learned and mock him? Would he lecture him about being more aware? Would he try once more and fail to tell him that it wasn’t his fault?

“Go rest.” Time placed a hand on the Captain’s back.

His eyebrows furrowed. “It’s still my turn.”

“You look exhausted. You’ve looked exhausted all day,” Time said in a tone that sounded like a dare. “Go rest.”

“Not tired.”

“Captain.”

“You heard me.” Time sighed, removing his hand from his brother’s back. Time opened his mouth, but Warriors talked first. “Don’t tell me it’s not my fault.”

Time’s mouth closed, then opened again. “What do you want me to say?” Time leaned down and sat on the carpet with an oof! and some bone cracks. He seem to smile at it.

“I want you to say the truth! I want you to lecture me on how dumb my actions were! Something, anything!”

Time hummed. “The events that took place all influenced each other, so it’s not one person’s fault. Wild shot the arrow which blinded a lot of us with the smoke, but he did it to alert us that there was a lynel coming. He had good intentions, but he did it the wrong way. You were going to tell him about forest fires or maybe the smoke screen, but the lynel was barely injured by the bombs and it was charging at you to begin with. The smoke screen obscured it, making you unaware that it was there. So that couldn’t possibly be your fault. And-“

“You-“

“I’m still talking,” Time put his hand up, the Captain shut his mouth. His vision started to become blurry and he looked down to his lap, praying Time hadn’t seen his tears start to form. “Legend wasn’t paired with anyone, just as you weren’t. He saw what was happening, he saw what he could do, and he acted. I wish he hadn’t used himself as a shield, but it is what it is. He’ll be okay. It’s really only a surface wound now thanks to Sky’s potion and the Traveler’s healing.” Time shrugged his shoulders. “There. That’s the truth.”

The Captain didn’t respond. Time stood. “Glad you decided to listen tonight. Go rest.” The Captain didn’t move. Time sighed, seeing Warriors grip his trousers with enough strength to rip them. He put his hand out to his brother. Warriors took it after waiting a few seconds. Time pulled him to his feet and yet, the Captain’s eyes hadn’t left the ground.

Time brought Warriors to his chest and wrapped his arms around his, technical, older brother. Over his shoulder, Legend didn’t move an inch. There was a deep seated worry in the Old Man, one he knew wouldn’t come to pass. But one thing he was sure of was, “I’m sure he’s been through worse. He’ll be okay.”

[rainydawgradioblog]

A. Savage showed me I can write a decent song (I’m delusional)

My first major purchase after arriving in Copenhagen last summer was a ticket to see Andrew Savage’s European tour in February. The legendary Parquet Courts co-frontman played Ideal Bar in Vesterbro with his band Midnight Stew to a crowd of me and 99 tall mustachioed film bro-looking Danish lads in their 20s and 30s. I fit right in wearing my artsy new A. Savage “Riding Cobbles” t-shirt, as Andrew convinced me with his lovely little tunes to write a song of my own.

Andrew’s visual aesthetic had me straight to Ticketmaster before his latest album Several Songs About Fire even dropped. Everything he rolled out in promo shoots, cover art, and concert merch was drenched in David Hockney meets “The Adventures of Tintin” meets the doodles on the back of my middle school binder. 

Paired perfectly with the cartoony visuals, the music of Sevel Songs About Fire boils down melodies to a uniquely simple formula. Nothing is overcomplicated, leaving plenty of room to feel every chord change and focus on his glorious rusty voice, which is down-to-earth but also smooth enough to make me think he could burn the house down singing Frank Sinatra hits if he wanted. Andrew’s style makes great songwriting feel like something that anyone with a shitty guitar can do, and that’s not meant to sound shady. 

Another major draw to Andrew’s music is his lighthearted pessimistic humor that he throws all over his lyrics. It’s the same humor that my dad’s college buddies who never had kids embody. You can tell he’s got a weird whimsical take on the world in the way he phrases his feelings. “My weekly dinner of popcorn and Coke / Every Friday, like communion that I took as a joke” in the intro “Hurtin’ or Healed” is objectively a bit bleak but you can’t help but smirk and hope you're as witty as him at age almost 40.

I can thank Andrew and his band Parquet Courts for my appreciation of art punk and a lot of the politically charged folk rock I obsess over today like early Courtney Barnett and Fontaines DC. The band’s pop art aesthetic and funky yet punky take on indie rock recontextualized a lot of harsh punk aesthetics into something that made a lot more sense to me when I was first getting into music. Album’s like Wide Awake and Human Performance were palatable but gritty enough to slap some taste into my teenage brain.

Where Andrew’s solo work deviates from Parquet Courts is his more laid back take on songwriting, packed full of energy without doing the most. He’s got a handful of chords and progressions that are standard but still sound so uniquely his own. Hearing a song like “Le Ballon” or his latest single “Black Holes, the Stars and You” put Andrew’s skill at building tension and emotion with just a few particular chords and subtle melodies on full display.

Most of the emotion conveyed on Sevel Songs About Fire is rooted in finding comfort in simple pleasures and observations in a life far from a sense of home. Living all the way in Denmark, I listen to “Riding Cobbles” bumping down the cobbled Copenhagen streets, “My New Green Coat” while wrapped in my new thrifted Bob Dylan jacket, and “Mountain Time” watching the geese fly in Vs like they do in the Cascades back home. 

To me, the album is music to ramble to– it’s the music you listen to with your thumb out on the side of the road with a knapsack tied to a stick over your shoulder. I listened to the new album for the first time while waiting for trains between Berlin and Copenhagen, anticipating a long bus ride to Stockholm the next day. Being on exchange often felt chaotic, trying to experience as many new things as I could without a lot of regard to my ability to settle down, and Sevel Songs About Fire is exactly that. Andrew mentioned during his set that he loves touring because he has the unique ability of finding a sense of home in a lot of places, something I wish I was better at.

After Andrew’s show, I picked up my very own $35 guitar from the charity shop down the street and started thinking about tiny observations or inanimate objects that made me feel any kind of something. However insignificant these things seemed, they were unique to me which is exactly why Andrew’s music is so important. Several Songs About Fire was never about reinventing the wheel but more about a unique perspective and personality using the bread and butter of what makes a great song. 

I beg of you please listen to Several Songs About Fire and after you’ve realized it’s your favorite album ever I’d give his debut album Thawing Dawn a listen. For more political indie rock stuff I’d listen to Parquet Court’s Wide Awake and if you like it even punkier, try Light Up Gold. 

You’re welcome!

Mead Gill

[k-dokja]

fellas, is it platonic to kiss your best friend, jay jo? / windbreaker

Prior to the establishment of the Humming Bird crew. I need to write this down because I had a bunch of ideas for him... Then I found out the majority of the characters will have a majority of canon couples, nothing turns me off more than a taken man. Absolutely goodbye.

Let be real, you’re his only friend, and that only happens because your familiar background is prestigious enough for his parents to overlook most of your downsides. If you had a pretty face and a good academic track, on top of a well-behaved reputation, knows that the wedding bells are ringing inside his mother’s head whether you both like it or not.

With any luck, you’d have been friends with him for long enough that you’ve seen shades of Jay without the jaded and cynical outlook at life. Because of that, he tolerates your presence far more than anyone else, to the point where you know he prefers having you around more than not. He won’t say it, but often when he’s stressed, you being there with him helps him feel immense relief. 

Goes without saying but you’re the only one he allows to spend time with him or talks without dismissal during the break periods at school. In fact, the two of you are seen together often enough to create rumors, while you are quick to deny them, Jay never really says anything about it... in contrast to his naturally blunt personality. 

Although, this only applies if you are fine with spending quiet time. He prefers studying together, more than anything, if you bothers him incessantly, yeah, exile for you. He’d be fine with helping you with your homework or any assignment you’re struggling with, as long you pulled your own weight before asking for his help. 

We all know our lad Jay does not express any emotion or vulnerability often, few times he does are when he shows disdain or hatred towards people who wronged him. You, however, the special case of being “his” person, has the privilege of seeing a creature thought to be extinct, but was in fact, only endangered—yes, his sense of humour.

His favourite is probably messing with you. Somehow, he always has the final say in anything and everything unimportant—if only because he lets you have your way with everything else. However, if it’s something like you nagging him to hang out after school because this one store has a new flavor when he only wants to go home, best of luck to whatever plan you have up your sleeves because you aren’t winning. 

Surprisingly is not averse to your touch? In fact, he doesn’t even mind holding your hand if you make that “a thing”? The first time it happened, the two of you hang out together and it gets crowded, you ask to take hold of his arm to avoid getting separated. He tenses at first but eventually grows used to the warmth of your hand. 

Later on, you’d develop a habit to hold on to his arm or his hand while walking around if you’re busy reading or watching something on your phone. He makes a disgruntled comment about it once in a blue moon, but never actually does something about it. 

His parents not being at home much actually work in the favor of you staying over. Now, normally, people would raise an eyebrow or two if a girl stays over at a guy’s house. However, the implication is completely lost on this case as everyone and their mothers know Jay has zero interest about those things. Bonus point is that somehow the laundry has your clothes in it, his mother saw and did not bat an eyelash. 

Sure, he also accidentally falls asleep in the same bed as you while the two of you did revisions for the upcoming test. That was a thing.

Yeah, the two of you are pretty much everywhere together. You were even there when he came to that bike race to settle the score with TJ... arguably, you were hidden behind him in the beginning, concealed by his frame and stuck close to him. There were a lot of shady guys around and... that in general does not bode well for a girl. Jay is more than a little protective over you and it shows. He was not happy to leave you in Minu’s care but there was really little choice, to be honest. 

Why are you two not together yet... oh, right, he’s emotionally stunted.

Talk about that, he actually has a minor phase in middle school where he distanced himself from you because he thought that would be “better for the both of you” and “you would do well without him.” That lasted for about three days then you noticed what was happening and set the record straight. He never tried to pull the stunt again, but that is a thing that happened.

[magpie-to-the-morning]

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Hello lovely readers. My name is Emma and I’m a multifandom nerd with a love for fanfic. I’m open to requests, although it may be awhile before inspiration hits. Feel free to send one in though, or just come say hello!

My blog and my stories are all intended for readers 18 and older - no exceptions. I currently write for various Pedro Pascal characters and Moon Knight. I’ve also written a bit for Stranger Things and House of the Dragon. You can find them under the cut!

Always Toward the Sunshine - Completed

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Summary: A series of seasonally themed domestic fluff and spice with our favorite helicopter pilot.

Taste Like Heaven - Oneshot

Pairing: Frankie Morales x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Summary: Impending parenthood is not without its challenges, but Frankie’s always got you covered. Late night pains turn to a new experience for the two of you.

Insatiable - Ongoing

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x Frankie Morales X OFC (second person POV)

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Summary: You’ve travelled the world looking for home, but what if it finds you? A wolf shifter AU.

Pull the Blinds - Ongoing

Pairing: Javier Peña x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Summary: Work is hard and you could both use a break…

In from the Cold - Completed

Pairing: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Summary: You’re a bartender with a love life that’s completely DOA. Maybe this charming new regular will turn things around?

With a Twist - Ongoing

Pairing: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Summary: When Whiskey agrees to join you on a weekend at a fetish convention, you both get more than you bargained for.

Howdy, Pumpkin - One Shot

Pairing: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Summary: A sweet and spicy autumnal collab with @radiowallet

On Fire from Within - Oneshot

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Summary: You’re a newish crew member on the Razor Crest, helping out on a bounty hunting mission when you get hit with a laced dart at a shady brothel. It’s a sex pollen fic lads, you know how this goes!

Stay with Me - Completed

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rating: Teen

Summary: You jump into the fray of a hunt to help Din out, and things deteriorate from there.

Come Back to Me - Ongoing

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Summary: Highwayman Din historical AU.

Catching Snowflakes - Ongoing

Pairing: Din Djarin x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Summary: Din crashes onto an ice planet with his latest bounty. Can the two of you learn to trust each other for long enough to survive?

Crescent - Ongoing

Pairings: Steven Grant x F!Reader, Marc Spector x F!Reader, Jake Lockley x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Summary: After being forced into the darkness, how will you find the light?

Stone Heart - Completed

Pairing: Steven Grant x F!Reader

Rating: Teen

Summary: Maybe Steven’s one-sided friendship isn’t so one-sided after all… AKA a Moon Knight Pygmalion AU

Wild Child - Oneshot

Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Rating: M

Summary: The Queen of Hawkins High can’t be seen with Eddie Munson... can she? Can also be read as Eddie x Chrissy.

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