#Warriors is not ok but he'll act it

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Elastic Heart Ch 7 (Linked Universe story)

Summary: When Sky goes missing, the Chain scrambles to figure out where he is and what happened before it's too late.

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Hyrule Castle hardly felt like the safest place for any of the Links given most of their adventures, but it was as good a place to regroup and heal as any other. Although the entire group was well aware that the knights were useless, and the whispers of nobility hung close over their shoulders, the queen gave them as much privacy as possible and lent her best healers to their cause.

The next twenty-four hours were a somber affair. The heroes kept vigil at the beds of their fallen friends. When they weren’t fretting over them, they were wandering aimlessly, too forlorn for words and too anxious for rest.

It was late into the night after their return from the desert, and Time was staring into a fire contemplatively, his mind still trying to process everything. Twilight had already eased him out of his armor, which had been silently hidden until it could be cleaned of Sky’s blood. Somehow, despite all his experience, Time still seemed to be the least functional when someone was this injured.

How was it that in the span of four weeks he’d almost lost two of his boys? He still hadn’t figured out what had led to this, why Sky had been so terrified, so insistent that they leave, why he’d been apologizing with his dying breath.

There was just… so much. All of it was too much. The Shadow, Sky, all of it. Why had the Shadow taken his form and then spoken such words about Sky creating him? Was that why Sky had been so concerned with eliminating it himself? Some words about a curse, lies hissed between demonic teeth about how Sky had somehow made this mess?

Goddesses above… what had that thing convinced Sky? No matter what had started this… surely Sky wasn’t blaming himself for it?

That had to be the issue. Sky, sweet and soft, always in the background until he decided it was time to cause a little mischief… the boy had always been the least of Time’s concerns when it came to causing actual trouble. He’d always seemed the calmest, the most put together, the least traumatized, the most normal. Between that and his adoration for a sword Time would rather see at the bottom of Lake Hylia, the boy had never really been someone that Time had to keep a close eye on.

Yet here he’d been, taking on the weight of their journey himself and trying to leave the others behind. He’d nearly gotten himself killed for it.

Time had assumed the position of leader in this group and he’d nearly failed in recognizing when one of its members was in desperate need of help.

How long had Sky been spiraling like this? What had led him to this point? Had the Shadow spoken to him on the night he’d taken watch? Had it started before then? Did he blame himself for Twilight’s injury as well? What else was he hiding? What curse had the Shadow been talking about?

Time heard footsteps, and he turned to see the veteran walking morosely through the room, pointedly ignoring his leader. Twilight stood at the entranceway to the room sectioned off for their two fallen brothers, arms crossed as he watched Legend leave. When Time’s eye met his own, he said, “Finally convinced him to go to bed.”

“How are you holding up?” Time found himself asking before he could stop himself. He was worried for all of them, especially his descendant, who naturally took others’ wellbeing and protection as his own personal responsibility. They were all heroes, they all felt that burden, but his Ordonian made it his life’s mission to protect his loved ones far more than anyone else.

Not to mention Time had been doing a terrible job of checking in on anyone.

Twilight sighed tiredly. “I… would feel better if I were the one in the bed. It’s way worse just being the one helplessly looking on.”

Time would rather not relive the events of a month ago, but he knew what Twilight meant. It was the worst feeling in the world, being a child of destiny, someone who was so used to fixing all the problems, and being stuck in a situation where there was absolutely nothing to do.

“I know,” Time said simply, resting a hand on the young man’s shoulder.

“Cap’s still in there,” Twilight said quietly, eyes looking at the ground as his own emotions got the better of him. “I managed to get the rest out. Vet was the last.”

Time hadn’t even been in there since their arrival. Warriors hadn’t left the boys’ side. It was almost as if their positions were reversed from the last time. He wasn’t sure he should be happy about it or not. He felt almost guilty for not hovering the same way, but he’d been fairly useless last time. It would be better if he could actually help the others as Warriors had, but he’d spent the majority of the day in a daze, guided around by Twilight, who had taken the captain’s role in guiding and leading everyone else.

What an insane week this turned out to be.

“Get some sleep,” Time finally said, patting Twilight’s cheek affectionately before lowering his hand.

Twilight watched him uncertainly, biting his lip and nodding. He walked by without another word. The eldest Link took a steadying breath, heading into the room.

It was a fairly small chamber, with both beds’ headboards against the same wall. Time saw Warriors asleep in the chair between the two, scooted a little closer to Hyrule’s bed. The captain was dressed down in his undertunic and pants, scarf and armor set aside in his own quarters. Time pulled an extra blanket that was folded by the bedside and wrapped it gently around his fellow hero. Despite his attempt to be gentle, the captain stirred, one of the lightest sleepers in the group, and turned bleary eyes towards his elder.

“Go to bed,” Time said softly. “I’ll watch them.”

Frazzled and exhausted, Warriors let out a weary exhale, rubbing his face. Time thought better of his dismissal, recalling that the captain had checked in on him in the past, that he himself had just checked in on Twilight. He shouldn’t brush off the man just because he held himself together better than anyone else.

“It’ll… be all right,” he tried to reassure the man hesitantly.

Warriors stiffened, shoulders shaking, much to Time’s alarm. However, instead of sobs, he heard an amused snort. The captain looked up, eyes exhausted but somewhat alight. “You’re really not good at this whole emotional support thing, are you?”

Despite his own mood, Time found himself scowling mildly. “That bad?”

“Your tone isn’t reassuring at all.”

“I’m not used to saying things that…”

“That you don’t believe?” Warriors finished for him. “Me neither. That’s why I try distraction instead.”

Time huffed, looking between the two sleeping boys. They both looked so peaceful now. Not pale, not on death’s door, not desperate or begging for forgiveness.

He sighed heavily as his gaze returned to the captain. Not recognizing he was under scrutiny, Warriors had let his expression be more open, fear and worry pulling at him. He looked so damn tired. He’d seen this too many times. Time himself had seen the expression when Twilight had been dying.

Warriors was far more accustomed to this than any of them. And Time hated that.

The captain shifted to get up, but then he paused, staring at the bed. Time followed his gaze, watching with sudden intensity as their esteemed traveler scrunched his nose and twisted in bed a little, eyes fluttering open.

“Traveler? Link?” Warriors leaned forward alongside Time, his hand gently reaching for Hyrule’s shoulder.

The Hero of Hyrule blinked a few times, seeming to register his surroundings, and then he gasped, practically leaping into a seated position. Time immediately sat on the bed just as Warriors jumped forward, both placing steadying hands on the teenager’s shoulders.

“Sky!” Hyrule immediately exclaimed, squirming under their hold.

“It’s okay, it’s okay!” Warriors insisted, putting a second hand on the boy’s chest. “He’s here.”

Hyrule paused, panting for air, eyes wide and wild, before they settled on the pair. “He’s okay?”

Time and Warriors exchanged a look before the leader spoke. “He’s here.”

Hyrule huffed, eyes wet, and then he laughed shakily, tucking his knees into his chest. “I—I thought—I thought he—I—”

He laughed again, more nervous than before, entire body trembling. Warriors settled on the mattress beside him, arm wrapping around his shoulders carefully. Hyrule wasn’t the most comfortable with touch and usually didn’t engage in it, and neither Warriors nor Time were particularly cuddly men, but after everything, they all felt the need to stick close to each other. The traveler leaned into the hold, tears trailing down his cheeks as he continued to chuckle, his breaths quickly accelerating into something akin to panic and relief, a conglomeration of emotions crashing out of him in a fashion that he couldn’t control. Warriors held him tighter.

“We’re glad you’re alright,” Time said softly, his thumb tracing across the boy’s collarbone. “You scared us back there.”

“Yeah, what with the Triforce and all,” Warriors piped up, squeezing Hyrule a little more tightly as he smiled. “You sure did have quite the trick up your sleeve.”

Hyrule’s tearful relief evaporated in an instant, eyes widening with alarm. Time felt his own concern rise – did the boy not remember using it?

“It’s okay,” Time assured him. “We’re all heroes here, Traveler. We’ve borne pieces of the Triforce as well. I just didn’t realize one among us had carried the entire sacred relic. That’s quite an honor.”

“R-right,” Hyrule mumbled, looking at his knees.

“How are you feeling?” Warriors asked, brushing past the distressing topic.

“Where’s the Triforce?” Hyrule countered.

The elder pair glanced at each other again before answering honestly. “We… don’t know. It vanished once you’d finished using it.”

Hyrule watched them a moment, still and silent. Then he buried his head into his knees.

“We’ll find it,” Warriors assured him. “One way or another. Such an artifact stretches far beyond our understanding – it might have returned to your era.”

“I—I didn’t want him to die,” Hyrule said in a trembling voice.

“We know,” Time soothed gently, sliding his hand along Hyrule’s back. “We didn’t want that either.”

Hyrule glanced up at him, cheeks stained with tears once more. “He’s okay, right?”

Time swallowed. Sky remained quiet in the other bed. He pushed lightly on the teenager. “Get some sleep, Link.”

XXX

It was the middle of the night when Legend finally gave up on sleeping.

His mind was whirling too much. Watching Sky basically die right in front of him, watching Hyrule nearly kill himself with the effort to wish him back with the Triforce…

It had been entirely too familiar.

He thought he’d gotten passed that. He thought he’d learned to keep moving in spite of the shadows cast over him by his journeys.

Clearly he’d been wrong.

So the young hero, a veteran of more adventures than any of the others individually, found himself incapable of handling the situation. And he hated that.

Legend wandered the castle, ignoring the cold and uninviting stone all around him. His feet guided him back to the room they’d set aside for Hyrule and Sky. The candle in his hand flickered slightly at the draft in the cavernous antechamber, chilled now that the fire in the large hearth had mostly died down.

When he slowly opened the door, he wasn’t surprised to see someone holding vigil. Time glanced up to meet his gaze.

“Just wanted to check on them,” he said dully, not bothering to hide his reasoning. This felt so different from when Twilight had been injured – Hyrule had been in there constantly trying to heal him. They’d avoided the area to let him concentrate. It had been awful, but at least there’d been a thread of hope to work with. It wasn’t as if there weren’t healers here, but the words they’d been given were little comfort.

They’d needed rest. There was nothing else they could do.

No potion could heal someone who couldn’t drink it. No spell could be cast when the one who knew the spells was the one who was unconscious. And so they’d all just done the last thing they could do, the only thing they could do.

They kept them company.

They kept them company, and Legend simmered with grief, guilt, and unresolved emotions from so many years ago that he didn’t even know how to put words to them.

Time pat the empty chair beside him welcomingly. Legend was thankful for the invitation, thankful that there were no questions being asked. He shuffled over to the chair, watching Sky sleep before his eyes drifted to Hyrule next.

“Our traveler woke up earlier,” Time said quietly.

Legend turned to him, eyes wide. “He did?”

“Yes. I think he’ll be alright with some more rest.”

Thank the goddesses, he thought. He didn’t remember the Triforce being so draining, but Hyrule had used it to augment his magic and grant a wish, so perhaps it worked differently than it had for Legend all those years ago.

Time’s words hung in the air, and then there was silence. Legend’s candle held steady against the darkness, illuminating his face, but he had no words to offer. For a moment, as he watched Sky, it felt like he was holding vigil over a body, a mourner lost in time, adrift in a different Hyrule altogether, grieving the loss of someone who was equally displaced and wholly forgotten to this era.

His breath hitched in his throat. He swallowed hard.

The silence seemed suffocating, but he had nothing to say. Time shifted uncomfortably beside him, clearly trying to find the right words. Legend didn’t care.

Sky. Sky had… just like…

There was usually something to distract him at this point, some task he had to accomplish that made him move forward despite the emotions dragging him down. But this felt like the end of a journey, after his first one or after Koholint, where there was nothing left but the emptiness in his chest, the fresh wounds on his heart. He had no road to travel on, no home to go back to, no Zelda to talk to.

He just stared at Sky.

“I have confidence that the Triforce healed the worst of it,” Time said. “Though I do not know if he will fully recover—”

“He died,” Legend interrupted.

“Veteran… he’s right here. He’s alive.”

“No,” Legend said firmly, feeling his throat tighten. He swallowed hard to fight it. “No. You don’t get it. None of you gets it. He didn’t just get hurt, he didn’t just fall. He died.”

They didn’t understand. They didn’t realize why they felt the way they did. Even he couldn’t truly comprehend it, but he knew why. He knew because it had happened before.

“The Triforce brought him back,” Legend explained. “But that doesn’t change the fact that he died. He died and none of you get that, he died, he died—”

Legend didn’t know when he’d lost the battle with his voice, when the tears had started to leak out, when the words had devolved into pathetic sobs, an admittance to a grief that he’d carried with him for years, a fresh wound and terror and horror that had ingrained itself into his soul.

Sky was one of his dearest friends. And he’d died.

He couldn’t even be angry at the Shadow, couldn’t even be curious as to what its words had meant, couldn’t even be worried about why Sky had left in the first place. All he felt was utter and absolute grief and loss.

Because Sky had died. They’d had to resurrect him. The others were caught in a confused haze of worry and fear, as if they were just watching an injured brother instead of acknowledging what had actually happened, instead of realizing that they should be mourning too.

Legend’s cries grew louder, inadvertently waking Hyrule. He didn’t notice. He couldn’t see it through his tears, through the darkness that engulfed him when Time pulled him into a hug.

XXX

Sky didn’t wake the next morning when Hyrule did. The others celebrated seeing one of their brothers slowly recovering, but the mood was certainly dampened by a lack of progress from their most injured. Wild found purpose in nourishing Hyrule back to health while Warriors started to fall into a field medic mode of sorts. Sky’s comatose state still necessitated care, though it brought a morbid curiosity in Wild – after all, he’d been in a similar state for a century.

Clearly the Shrine of Resurrection worked its magic to help sustain him. Sky had no such luck. His body still functioned as if he were awake, requiring sustenance, removing waste. He needed to be fed and cleaned, to be moved so he wouldn’t get bed sores, to be prodded to see if there was a reaction. It was a morbid affair, and it made Wild uneasy. He’d only been asleep for two days and it already felt like a century in itself.

Wild found it too disturbing to watch. Instead, he helped the others. He felt like he had to pull his weight somehow, had to blink the images of Sky’s broken body in Time’s arms. Hyrule slowly improving was something they could all latch on to. Warriors never seemed to leave Sky’s room, and Twilight spent a fair amount of time in there as well alongside Time. Occasionally Legend and Four assisted, but Wind was kept away, as well as Hyrule. Wild just couldn’t stomach the sight of the care his beloved friend needed. Whenever any of the boys lamented the situation, however, Legend would firmly and adamantly say that Sky was going to be fine.

It was strange, how confident he was. But with all his experiences, Wild had to wonder if he knew something of the matter. He latched on to the hope nonetheless. It seemed silly not to hope in a recovery, given his own history, but, well… that had taken a while. Sky didn’t have a century.

As the sun set on the second day, however, worry began to hover over them like a cloud heavy laden with an oncoming rain. After all, there was no way they could nourish Sky if he didn’t wake up.

“He’ll wake up,” Legend insisted when Four pointed this out.

“Assuming he does, that still doesn’t address the biggest issue,” Four sighed. “What if… what if when he wakes up, he tries to leave again?”

“He wouldn’t!” Wind argued.

“How do you know?” Four fired back. “He’d been running from us the entire time!”

Wild watched the exchange warily. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t wondered what had caused all of this in the first place, but it honestly hadn’t crossed his mind that it could happen again. He felt Hyrule shift uncomfortably beside him, and he turned his attention to his exhausted brother.

“You don’t think he wanted to leave us, do you?” Hyrule asked him quietly.

Words latched on to the champion’s brain, having first hooked in his mind when he’d heard them two days ago.

You don’t realize how terribly you failed.

This entire journey, Wild had been the failure of the group. Hearing those words had made him think the Shadow had been addressing him when he’d known, he’d known that it had been addressing Sky. But what failure was Sky responsible for? He hadn’t done anything wrong. Unless, of course, the Shadow was simply talking about Sky’s pursuit of it. But… Sky’s frantic attempts to argue, to silence it…

“No,” Wild answered distantly. “I don’t think he wanted to leave us.”

XXX

“It’s been two hours; we should move him.”

“I can do it.”

“No, it’s all right. You carried him last time. I’ll do it.”

What? What was… what?

Link felt impossibly heavy. His half-addled brain wondered if he’d become a sword spirit like Fi, made entirely of metal.

He was lying on something soft, he knew that much. He felt like he was sinking into it so much that he would never be able to get out.

Except he was getting out of it. Or, well, floating out of it. Flying? Was he flying?

Warmth wrapped around his back and shoulders, around the back of his knees. Two grounding forces, holding him steady in a vast expanse of nothing. He felt himself dangling and shifting in rhythmic motions.

Distant voices grew closer as the sound of creaking wood emitted beneath him in shuffles.

“Don’t spill it!”

“Oh, quit your fussing, Vet! Here, Traveler, just drink slowly. We kept it warm for you.”

“Are you guys done arguing? I have a story to finish!”

Grumbles. Sighing.

“Go on, Sailor.” That voice rumbled, buzzing in Sky’s ear with the warmth of a hearth and accompanied by a gentle heartbeat.

“So there I was, thirty bokoblins between me and my goal—”

“Oh boy, they multiplied again,” a voice remarked dryly.

“What are you talking about?”

Sailor. Sailor? What?

Link tried to focus, but he was being lulled back to sleep by gentle sways as if he were laying on a hammock on Skyloft.

“It seems each time you tell it more bokoblins appear.” There was that rumbling tone again, waking Link slightly, relaxing him and drawing him into a trance. It was so familiar…

There was a decidedly annoyed huff in reply. “Hey, I know what I’m talking about! Anyway, so there were fifty bokoblins between me and—”

Link finally pried an eye open. Then he blearily tried to do it with his other eye. Everything was so blurry.

The hammock he was on continued to sway gently. Back and forth. Back and forth.

“That’s impossible and you know it, Sailor!”

“Nuh uh, that’s what happened—”

“Sky?”

The swaying stopped, jostling Link out of his relaxed state a little more. He tried to look up, but he couldn’t muster the strength. However, his perception was finally piecing together an image in his brain, and he belatedly realized he was not, in fact, lying on a hammock.

Someone was carrying him.

Someone was carrying him, and the sailor was here. But not just the sailor. He recognized all their voices.

“Sky, can you hear me?”

The rumbling from before returned. The gentle, steady heartbeat had increased a little. Who was carrying him? Link tried again with all his might to move his head, to tip it back just enough to see above, to identify who was holding him. It definitely wasn’t the captain; the voice was deeper than his. That just left Time and Twilight.

It had to be Twilight, then. The man was freakishly strong, and Time would never—

“Here—move this—put him here, old man.”

Huh?

Link felt his world move as the person carrying him—Time—took a few steps forward. There was scrambling and shuffling of items, hushed whispers and excited laughs. Link felt something somewhat hard and warm rise up to meet his back as he was laid on top of something, and his head settled on someone’s lap.

A hand gently brushed his bangs out of his eyes before settling on his chest, giving it a soft pat. With his head facing towards the ceiling, he saw eight faces slowly come into focus, all encircling him like flower petals around its center.

He drank in the sight, having missed his friends so much. Twilight was the one his head was resting on, the one who had a hand on his chest and a reassuring, gentle smile directly over him. Time stood behind Twilight, a hand on the rancher’s shoulder, also watching him, though his expression was less warm and more concerned. To Link’s left were Legend, who quickly placed a hand on Link’s shoulder, Wind, who was smiling so brightly he outshone the sunlight, and Warriors, who had both hands on Wind’s shoulders as he leaned over to see Link more clearly. Hyrule sat a distance away towards Link’s feet, with Wild directly beside him and holding him steadily in a side hug, his face beaming. To his right, Four’s smile was genuine and trembling, his eyes glistening with tears. Link managed to get the muscles in his face to cooperate, and he gave a weak smile.

The group let out a collective sigh of relief, and then laughter echoed in the air. Link was bombarded by voices competing for his attention.

“We were so worried—”

“Our Traveler nearly killed himself to get you better, we thought we were going to lose both of you!”

“We missed you so much, Sky—”

“We really thought you were a goner! Like seriously, Vet was crying—”

“I was not crying!!”

“Are you feeling okay?”

Everyone hushed at the question issued by Twilight. Link watched them all, his smile fading alongside his energy. He took a deep breath, trying to piece everything together, his mind still too slow to process it all, and Twilight patted his chest again.

“It’s okay if you’re too tired to talk,” Twilight said softly. “We got you out of bed so you wouldn’t get bed sores, but now that you’re waking up, maybe it’ll be okay?”

Here Twilight directed his attention to Warriors, seeming to ask him if it would, in fact, be all right. The captain ruffled Wind’s hair, making the sailor giggle and step aside, and he drew closer to Link and Twilight. “Mostly. If he’s too weak to move, we’ll still need to do it for him.”

Link could hardly put anything together. But one sentence suddenly burned in his mind, registering and making him try to bolt into a seated position. His body refused to obey, and he barely had curled into his abdomen before his head flopped back on Twilight’s lap with a grunt.

“Easy, Sky,” Twilight soothed gently, pulling Link onto his lap completely with strong grips under his arms. Link settled his head against the elder’s shoulder, gasping for air at the exertion. “It’s okay. We’ll take care of you.”

“T-Traveler…” Link managed to scrape out, his heart racing.

Hyrule shuffled closer, sitting on whatever object Link had just been lying on earlier. He reached a shaking hand out to the Skyloftian, squeezing his upper arm. “I’m here, Sky. You’re okay.”

His grip felt so incredibly weak, even to Link’s addled mind. He felt his stomach drop.

He’d made it worse. Somehow, he’d made it worse. Hyrule had almost died because of him.

“I’m s-sorry,” he stammered, his eyes stinging with tears, his mind berating himself over and over and over.

“Sorry?” Hyrule repeated, confused. “Sorry for what?”

“You don’t have anything to be sorry for,” Twilight reassured him, his gentle voice relaxing Link’s body, even if his mind continued to whirl.

“Sky, we’re just happy you’re alive,” Four said quickly. “Please don’t—don’t try to do anything. Just stay here. It’s okay. You’re okay.”

“N-no,” Link protested weakly. “I—I need—I—it’s my—I can’t—”

His entire world shifted as Twilight lifted him into his arms and stood. “Shh, it’s okay, Sky. Come on, let’s get you back to bed.”

Despite his complete exhaustion, Link almost wanted to snap. He wasn’t a child, damn it. He had to tell them, he had to make them realize it was best to leave him here, he could recover on his own and then he could hunt—

Wait.

“Shadow?” he asked quietly.

“He escaped, as he always does,” Time said from somewhere to Twilight’s right. “He’s a coward.”

“Yeah, but the Old Man left him with a pretty good parting gift!” Wind piped in. “Arrow to the chest! And Champion got one in his eye too!”

Link wilted in Twilight’s arms. The Shadow was still alive, and he hadn’t even been able to land any meaningful hits on him. The others had to come rescue him. The others, who bore the brunt of his own stupidity and weakness, and who continued to do so.

He was too tired for this. Too weak to hold back his brittle mind and body’s reaction. Too spent to care that he was suddenly weeping.

It just wasn’t fair. Why did they have to suffer for him? Why couldn’t he get this right?! How did he just keep compounding upon his failure?!

“Sky, what’s wrong? It’s okay, we’re all okay, the Shadow didn’t get anyone except for you.” Wild hastily said as Twilight hesitated in lowering him, instead opting to sway back and forth calmingly.

He felt someone card their hand through his hair and wipe the tears from his cheeks. “Hey, it’s okay, Sky. Everyone’s safe, and so are you.”

Warriors’ words were both a blessing and a curse. Link was eternally grateful everyone was fine, but this just wasn’t right.

“I—I s-should’ve—should’ve—”

“Link.”

He snapped out his stuttering, surprised at hearing his own name for the first time in ages. He had long since stopped viewing himself as part of the group, but he’d been remiss to throw his name out for the world to hear when he’d realized he was in Twilight’s Hyrule.

“No one is expecting you to eliminate the Shadow by yourself,” Time said firmly. “We wouldn’t all be here if that was the case. Whatever has convinced you to think you should handle this alone, it’s wrong.”

The room suddenly exploded into sound, cutting off whatever argument Link might have had.

“Wait, you wanted to take on the Shadow alone?!”

“Sky, are you insane, I thought you were one of the smarter ones in our group, what the actual hell—”

“The goddesses wouldn’t bring us all together if we could take the Shadow by ourselves!”

“You could have gotten yourself killed, Sky, what were you thinking?”

“Enough,” Time interrupted the group. “Let him rest.”

Link felt himself being lowered onto the bed, and the blankets were tucked all the way to his chin. He saw the group surrounding the bed worriedly, some looking more annoyed than others, some looking scared, and some hurt and bewildered.

Link sniffled helplessly.

Wind immediately jumped into the bed, kicking off his shoes and snuggling in beside him. “I’ll keep an eye on him.”

Everyone agreed with words that Link didn’t bother to discern, and he felt Wind tuck himself neatly in between his right side and arm, resting his head on his shoulder. Link suddenly felt sore, but he didn’t protest.

“Aryll loves cuddling when she’s scared or hurting or doesn’t feel good,” Wind whispered with a smile. “I figured you didn’t want to be alone.”

Link couldn’t help the small smile that pulled at his lips. He bit back another apology in lieu of letting the sailor have a chance to help, and he closed his eyes, resting his cheek on Wind’s forehead and closing his eyes.

The world grew warm and heavy. Exhaustion pulled at him, allowing him to settle back into sleep, but just before its gentle embrace could take him, his mind jolted back to—

Bleeding. He was bleeding so much. A bone deep exhaustion dragged his mind away, but he clung desperately. This was a different kind of tired, a far too permanent sleep beckoning him.

“S-Shadow…”

He had to know. He had to be sure.

“He’s gone,” Time said. “He’s gone.”

He… he did it?

He did it. They were safe. They were safe.

He felt tears sting in his eyes, his heart fluttering. His mission was… over.

He’d finally eliminated Demise.

He laughed, he laughed in relief. His brothers would no longer be haunted by that demon. He couldn’t eliminate the wounds of the past, but he could prevent any in the future.

“What were you thinking?” he heard Time whisper.

It didn’t matter now, whether they knew or not. But he still… he still felt obligated to say it. “M-making… amends…”

He could never truly make up for everything. But at least now he could…

He could rest. Goddess, he could rest.

I’m sorry Zelda, he thought. He apologized to her over and over, to Groose and to all his friends on Skyloft.

He knew. In his heart, he knew.

This was his last mission.

“I’m… sorry,” he said aloud before directing the apology at those around him. Because he knew he was leaving them too, and he knew he would never get a chance to truly apologize for all the harm he’d caused. “I’m s-sorry. I’m sorry.”

I’m sorry…

The darkness pulled, and he drowned in it.

Link’s eyes snapped open. He’d—goddess, he’d—how—

Hyrule. He—he must have—

“Why?” he asked quietly, his voice little more than a whine.

“Hm…?” Wind perked up, already groggy, but his eyes were sharp as he looked at Link. “What’s wrong?”

Link couldn’t let this out on their youngest. But he couldn’t stop his raw emotions either, and before he knew it he was crying again. “Why?”

Wind watched him, eyes suddenly far older than they had any right to be. The boy held a gentleness and understanding to him, a sympathy and sorrow that intermingled, and he leaned down to hold him tightly.

“Because we love you, Sky.”

Sky fell apart completely, sobbing in his brother’s shirt.

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what would your characters react to reader wanting to squeeze their chest? like they jutst walk up to them all shy and stuff and they just mutter out if they can touch da boob, especially valeth and baron 👁️👁️

Asking Them If They Can Squeeze Their Chest

My OCs x GN Reader

CW: touching the booba, a bit suggestive themes in some parts

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Adrian scoffs while hiding his red face. "Pfft huh? What are you, some kind of pervert? Hah! W-wait why are you walking away! I didn't say no dumbass!" please cup his moobs he is begging you please hold them gently in your hands

Brandon is a bit embarrassed and doesn't know what to do.. Does he need to take off his shirt? Should he shower first? He's just had practice! If you compliment him afterwards he's blacking out over how flustered he is from you touching him.

Valeth is happy to let you feel him! A true warrior has no shame when it comes to showing off their body. You must admire your loving mate very much! He loves looking down at you as you feel him. Your eyes look like stars as your hands squeeze his chest, he won't lie, he might ask you to do this again.

Bo is a bit hesitant. Are you sure? There's not a lot left.. If you insist, he will sheepishly lift up his shirt and look away, he doesn't want to seeing him all shy. Please reassure him that you love him and his looks, he's very insecure about his body, the poor boy.

Screw is flustered. "Wh-what?! Y-you wanna- with me? Uhm..o-ok! P-please me gentle!" He's very ticklish so he's trying not to laugh while you touch him, you're both just very very flustered during the entire ordeal, Soda and Rib's was laughing their bones off watching the two of you.

Ribs is confused. "I...don't have any..."

Soda is flat but you're welcome to touch him. You are his mate after all :)

Wolfie rolls over and wags his tail. Please please please ! His leg kicks frantically as you rub his chest. Please nuzzle your face in his chest! He'll pull you close and lick your cheek telling how cute you are.

Dorik stand up and quickly lifts up his sweater. "Anything for you Master!......why are you not doing it yet?"

Kalva cocks his head in confusion. You have to act out that wanna honka honka his boobas and once he realizes what you're asking, he does a little :0 face and hops closer to you and sits down politely. He give you permission. :3

Jasper is in shock, he is frozen. If you ask if he's ok, he tries his best to compose himself and give you permission. He tries to look indifferent to it but he's not hiding his grin very well.

Viktor stops sipping his tea for a moment, his cheeks a bit red. "P-pardon me, my Dear?" Of course you can uhm...feel..him...if he had a heartbeat, it would be beating so fast it would sound like humming.

Garrick is ready for you to do it, he's read your mind, his tits already out to be honked baby. He's on the bed waiting for you to hop in with him. 'For the full experience' he says.

Silas has a smirk on his face and leans closer to your face. "My dear sweet (Y/N), you really want to do such a thing~? Well then, how about we go up to our quarters so you can feel me all you want~"

Baron's cold facade breaks for a moment as you ask him, his saliva gets caught in his throat and he starts coughing out of surprise. Once he regains his composure he flatly agrees and gulps when your hands touch his chest. He doesn't utter a word or sound the whole time. When you look back up at him, he has a nosebleed. "I-it's nothing Boss, I'm fine..please continue.."

Caspian swoons and coos so much, you almost drop the request all together. "Oh my! How romantic! How forward! You're so sudden my Treasure, I love it!~" He's very loud and sensitive so expect him to make some questionable sounds if you ask him.

[fandomwriterlover]

SunWukong!Amnesia Rules with Fem!Reader

"Master, it's safe to come out now. You too Piglet." Huh? What did Sun Wukong it's saying? You just woke up from a nap, and then some wraking startled you... And a bright light blided you. And you see this monkey friend of yours acting strange, and Mr Tang and Pigsy looked like they just broke something.

"Not AGAIN!" Pigsy angrily whinned, as you kept clueless.

"What did you say, Pi-" He turned and at the moment he saw you, he went spechless. And his face brighted!. In a blink of an eye he dashed in your direction and embraced you tighlty, with his voice filled with joy. "PEACHES, YOU CAME BACK💕!!"

When you pushed him and back off all stratled, (He just hugged you out of nowhere, of course you'd freak out!) his gaze seemed confused. "Heh... Come on, Peaches, it is me. Sun Wukong?" Your lost worlds made him more confused, but then his eyes wided. "No.. It can be!" He cupped your face and turned to Mr Tang with a worriedsome face. "Master, MY DEAR PEACHES HAS LOST HER MEMMORIES!!"

Pigsy explained in a nutshell that Sun Wukong has amnesia and he belives he's in the past, in the Journey of the West. They would find a way to reverted, so you'll keep an eye of him for a while. The monkey was explaining what you forgot. You meet the travelers in your home tribe, an all-woman village of fearsome warriors; your queen wanted to marry Master Tang Sanzang by force, and you aid them. It was because of one training in the night together when your feeling grew, and had secret meeting for weeks. You were so in love that Sun Wukong wanted to take you out of the village, but in the end the Queen threated to sent you to death; so you both made an outh that if you ever escape or if he rescue...

"... We could be together for eternety. Please, try to remember". He pleaded, but what could answer? You thing that the Amnesia Rule it's to not disturb the amnesic one. He looked so hurt... He shake his head and gently touch your hand. "My apoligies, I think the best we can do it's to wait for Master; he'll know what to do."

"I'm sorry..." You finally said, he looked like a sad puppy. He holden your hand as a respond. "Oh no, don't be. I am being too forward despise of your amnesia. I should be the one who apologises here." You never saw Sun Wukong so apologitic, so honest.

"So... My name it's really Peaches?" you decided to play along to cheer him up. He chuckled, saying that it was another one. "It's a name that I called you because despise being raised in such a dark place... You were the sweetest person I've ever met. Sweet as peaches." Ok, now THAT made you blush! Didn't see that coming. "Wow... Can you be MORE cheesy?!" You just laughed averting his gaze, you were getting redder. Suddenly, His other hand reached your cheeck, a lead your face into his.

"WUKONG!!!" SAVED BY THE SWINE! Monkey Kid was a inch to kiss you, but as soon he heard Pisgy he went in warrior mode; standing up facing at the cook who was a few meters of distance. "Huh.. The master needs you! He's been attacked by demons!" He grabbed the very first stick he could reach beliving it was his Staff and fleed in the direction Pigsy pointed. You were still pretrefied and shocked. He was about to kiss You! "You ok?" the pig asked you, and you just nodded fastly, saying that you were cool. "That was a close one--" "Please, tell me you know how to get him back! And that he would forget he tried to kiss me!" "Easy, kid. Tang it's on it." Then you heard a huge CRASHING sound and the land rumbled.

It's not that you didn't disgusted the idea to kissing him. It's just... THAT Wukong belived that you were his past love, so technicly he wanted to kiss that past warrior, not you. It sadded you a little, but what could you do? The huge rock that Mr Tang dropped over him returned his senses. That amnesia rule worked, who knew? You wanted-- No, you're glad that at least the Monkey King doesn't remember that he almost kissed you...

...Oh, he DOES! He can't ever gaze at his Peaches of Inmortality without getting red of embarrasment. You won't see him till he feel prepare to face you.

[blakeswritingimagines]

Dating Halfdan would include:

Well, he's a man of few words, but he makes up for it in action. He's not much for expressing his feelings with words, but he is very physically affectionate and can express his love through touch. He takes pride in his appearance and pays attention to the way he dresses and grooms himself. He's a bit of a caveman in some ways... He loves the outdoors and enjoys hunting and fishing. He's also very protective of his family and friends, and he's not afraid to get his hands dirty defending what's his.

Okay, so first off, he's a pretty intense guy. He's a little bit impulsive, and he gets caught up in the moment sometimes. He also has a pretty dark sense of humor, which not everyone gets. But once you break through his layers and get to know him, you realize he's not so scary. He's actually a pretty chill dude. And for what it's worth, he can be pretty romantic, too.

Dating him can be a wild experience. He's a warrior at heart and enjoys a spirited adventure. But he's also a deeply caring and compassionate man. He has a big personality, but he also knows when to tone it down. When he's not fighting or traveling, he enjoys relaxing and spending time with those he cares about. He might even put on a love poem or a song to set the mood especially when you need it most. He never forgets to show his appreciation.

He is quite the catch. He's got the looks, the strength, and the stamina to keep up with you. He's loyal and devoted, and he's got a sweet side too. He'll protect you with all he's got, and showers you with love. You'll never feel lonely or insecure, because he's always there for you. Overall, it's pretty darn great.

He can be very demanding of his lovers, both emotionally and physically. He expects your devotion in mind, body, and soul, and he does not hesitate to punish betrayal or disobedience with violence. When he is pleased, he can be sweet and loving, but when displeased I can be vicious and cruel. It is best to have a strong stomach and a weak mind to be his lover sometimes.

As a partner, he does not require much in terms of pampering or attention from the person that he is dating. He is very capable of taking care of himself in various aspects of life. However, he is certainly a romantic and passionate individual who enjoys engaging in intimate activities with his significant other in private. He is also very much in love with the idea of creating his own family and has always wished to have children one day. So, while he is not a needy person, he can be a very passionate and dedicated partner who appreciates acts of physical touch and affection.

In all honesty, dating him would certainly be a memorable experience. His personality tends towards the wild and reckless side, which could make for some interesting dates and activities. He's also known for his love of combat and his somewhat cruel streak, so you'd have to be ok with his tendency to get violent at times. Despite that, he is a charming and passionate guy who would never bore you and would do his best to give you a good time.

Dating him is like going on a roller coaster with no rails over a bottomless ravine. It's thrilling, wild, passionate, and exciting. It's not for everyone, but if you're up for an adventure, he's the person for you. He's not always the easiest to handle, though. Sometimes he can be moody, temperamental, and even dangerous. Just when you think you have him figured out, he'll show you another side that you never dreamed of. So if you're up for a ride, come jump on board and hold on tight, because it's gonna be a wild one!

In dating, he's a bit straightforward and direct with expressing his feelings. He doesn't believe in playing games or wasting time, if he's into you he'll let you know. He likes to be himself around his partner and not put on a show, though he does like to look his best and put effort into your dates and activities. He also pays attention to the details and goes all out for special occasions like birthdays, anniversaries, and special milestones. He's a big believer in surprise gifts and random acts of kindness and affection, just because.

He'll admit that he's a bit of a jealous partner... if he really cares about you, he can be possessive at times. It can seem like a bit much, but I think it comes from a place of just wanting to protect what he has and keep it just for himself. He might get jealous if he sees you flirting with someone else or being too friendly with an ex or someone you've hooked up with in the past.

He treats you with respect and affection, but he also likes to joke and tease you in a playful way. He sometimes likes to play the role of "tough guy" and pretend that he's this big, bad man who can't be stopped, but he has a soft spot for romance and can be a big teddy bear when he's with you though it shows most behind closed doors. He enjoys being pampered by you and is not ashamed to admit that he likes to be spoiled with compliments and treats every now and then.

He's very attentive and affectionate with you. He's protective and supportive, but he leaves room for you to be independent as well. He's always eager to spend quality time together and to do things that you enjoy. He tends to be a bit reserved at first, but once he gets comfortable with someone, he becomes more playful and flirty. He believes communication is vital in any relationship, so he always tries to be honest and open with you.

He enjoys dirty talk and is very attracted by your vocalizations during sex. He likes hearing your pleasure as you experience the sensation of being together.

He also likes to explore your physical body, touching, teasing, and exploring every part of you as you connect in the moment.

He has a love for exploration and discovery, finding new ways to please you, and trying new things together.

He has a kink for outdoor sex and loves the rush of adrenaline that comes with public sex.

He likes the idea of spanking, tying you up, blindfolding you, and forcing you to submit completely to his pleasures and desires.

He is also a big fan of teasing and denial, where he will keep you on edge and wanting more.

He also highly enjoys watching you make yourself feel good, whether that be with your hands or with a toy, and knowing that he will be able to take what is his soon.

[whitedarkmoonflower]

OK, this is the last bit of my wild ride through the first three episodes of The Wheel of Time Season 2 hunting for Masema 😅. I hope you enjoyed it ...

Arnas looks so fucking good in his element as a fine warrior. And honestly bearing in mind that he is not one of the main characters, he gets so many good closeups. This makes me hope to see even more of him in the next episodes and in the next seasons to come. I also hope he'll get more opportunities to show his acting talent. He really is not only good looking, but also talented actor and this is why I love him so much 😍

[arecaceae175]

Ok so I did a really long post about Four and Wild here, and I think that's probably what's going on, but on the other hand....

THAT'S SO SUSPICIOUS. That's not just a smile. THAT'S A SMIRK.

Before I go any further, I do not believe Wild is Dink right now. I think Wild is probably acting “weird” from trauma and stress, but there is a possibility that something's not right.

Wild was having his breakdown in the woods, and then the next time he shows up he's completely fine. He did have his epiphany moment, though, and I think his actions can be explained (I did that in my other post so I'm not gonna rewrite here).

BUT WHAT IF THAT'S NOT WHATS GOING ON? I really didn't think Wild was corrupted until I saw this panel:

That's a smirk. AND Wild is shadowed. If you look at Four, the side of his hair is in the light and a shadow is being reflected on his face. So Wild should not be in the shadow here. That, paired with the strange expression on his face is making me really suspicious.

Also, he doesn't seem to have the shiekah slate. There's a lot going on in the panels so that fully could be something Jojo just left out, but...

There is for sure no shiekah slate there.

However, I do not think Wild is Dink. Wild is Wild. There's no other way he could have made that speech to Twilight, in my opinion

I truly believe that came from Wild's heart. It was too meaningful to be fake.

But, Wild could be corrupted. He was really close to Dink, and he was alone in the woods without a weapon for a long time. We don't know what happened in between his epiphany moment and when he returned to the inn with the others. It can be argued that he seems a little too okay when he returns.

I'm not 100% sure how it would work, but Wild could be corrupted. Dink could be using him to spy on the chain, Dink could have left like a sleeper agent sort of thing in Wild that he can activate for his purposes and like possess Wild or something... Idk. I think Wild is in control of his actions, because of the speech, but he could be under the influence of corruption. The smirk is not Wild.

And if that's the case, I have a few pressing concerns.

First, what's in the potion he gave to Hyrule

Second, he touched Twilight. That can't be a good thing

On the bright side, Four might have realized something isn't right

Back to this panel, Four is in focus. He's looking right at Wild. His expression isn't necessarily sad like he's thinking about the fight, and it isn't that he's proud of Wild for giving them hope. He looks almost suspicious, too. The moment right before this panel was specifically between Wild and Time, and Wild is the one who just gave the speech, so there isn't a good reason for Four to be in focus here unless he knows something.

If Four knows something is wrong with Wild, I think he'll try to go confront Wild. I hope he doesn't go alone, but he might. If that happens, there might be another confrontation or something, I'm not sure.

It would be ideal if Four asked Warriors to go with him to confront Wild. Time and Hyrule are busy with Twilight, Sky needs to stay and keep the group together, Legend and Wind really aren't in a state to be doing anything. Plus, Four was arguing with them recently so there might be some awkwardness there.

I’m also not trying to ignore the effect that trauma has on a person’s behavior. People don’t act “like normal” when dealing with trauma, and Wild is most definitely dealing with a lot of trauma and stress right now.

So yeah. This is almost definitely not what's going to happen, but it's fun to think about. Moral of the story is this update was so amazing and I can't wait to see what happens next :D

(Pictures from @linkeduniverse)

[members-of-the-guild]

@rubbcrhose asked: MEME; For Roako (Aptitude) 1, 4 (External Personality) 1, 5

ABCs of your OCs

A1. what are your oc’s natural abilities, things they’ve been doing since young?

Roako has been, and always will be, a natural-born warrior. In his D&D Verse he and his mother were exiled because of the experiments she was doing. When he finally ran away from her and found his former home destroyed, Roako crossed through some of the most dangerous areas trying to get to some semblance of decent civilization. The experience and hardship was essentially a trial-by-fire and turning him into a capable fighter.

For his HH/HB Verse, his parents raised him to be a warrior from the time he could talk! At first it was just training but soon enough he was on the battlefield right along with them and loving every minute of it!

A4. what things are they bad at?

Honestly? Social interaction. Roako understands three things above all others. Fighting, eating, and sex. Oftentimes when he meets someone new, his personality takes a bit to get used to. Mostly because he either goes straight to flirting or is partially antagonistic. If you can get past that, he's an ok guy but for most it's a bit much and can break quite a few friendships before they even start.

E1. does the way they do things portray their internal personality? E5. do they portray their personality intentionally or let people figure it out on their own?

These two i'm combining for the HH/HB Verse and the answer is.... It's situational? For the most part, yes. Roako is a very heart-on-his-sleave type of person and doesn't hide anything. HOWEVER while he doesn't hide his personality, if he considers you to be weaker or lesser, there will be times he will not treat you with the same respect that he would treat someone else. Especially if you are in a relationship with him. If you submit to him romantically, or more likely sexually, he will consider you to be more of a pet (in both the bedroom roleplay sense and as a being lesser than him). When he does this, it's not really all that noticeable at first because of how he treats those in that position. He cares for you, adores you, listens to you, lets you do as you please, and does everything in his power to make you WANT to stay with him. But if it's something that's in direct opposition to what he wants or how he acts, he will completely disregard anything you say.

The best example i could think of is with @the-blackened-dove with Roako's relationship with Roxxy. Roxxy loves him and he treats her with respect. Until Roxxy's mother comes into play. For Roako, this is simply another beautiful woman that he wants to spend some quality time with. For Roxxy, it's rude and disrespectful to her because it's her mother. Because Roako considers Roxxy to be in a lower position of respect to him, he's going to push back on it and cause her disrespect.

The best way to get him to see you as his equal or even as his superior, would be to kick his ass and put him in his new place in the relationship. This can be a double-edged sword though. If you put up a good fight and fight him to a standstill, he will treat you as an equal and you will be partners. Beating him means he will be more subservient, as in an almost 180 in terms of how he treats you. He'll be more quiet, more respectful, it would definitely be noticeable and he wouldn't seem the same as before.

His D&D and Modern Verses are just as transparent but treat others as equals so it's definitely verse-dependent. Still be his pet but with more actual respect lmao.

[seelestia]

hmm yk that might work, i'll prep for that and some comfy pillows + naps lol lia??????? i think the simp gods has descended upon you JUST ACCEPT AND EMBRACE IT /j

i’ll be waiting <3 <3 hhhhh pls i’m so soft for him too i’d give everything to this man jsldsljdlsjdls hehehehe it’s ok sis we can simp together shamelessly there will be no judgemental looks under the roof of our house - we simp and we’re proud of it <3

i think you’d usually call big sisters jiejie??? probably?? at least i call my biological big sister with that (well, a variation of that) hskdjskd i’ve never been called big sister before pls that’s adorable aaaa ///

yes!!! exactly!!!! manifesting ayato for you whenever his next banner comes out 🤞🏻🪷🧋💧

LOL actually never thought of doing that, might try it out once i got hubby on the team 👀

hmmmm i suppose he is quite prince-like. the way he moves in the trailer and throughout the story just looks… elegant. with the arm on the back while he attacks with his sword and all…. lmao i see there are still some traces of simping going on here hehehe /lh

i emailed the support email but they just replied back with ‘sorry we don't accept inbound emails from here pls create support ticket instead thx’. and today they triggered an auto reply on one of the open ticket (which i had from a previous enquiry, not the shadowban issue) saying that they’re swamped with tickets so it will take them a while to get to it…. sigh.

also the name caelin sounds adorable and i wanna squish his cheeks!!! i can’t read his backstory for now cause i haven’t finished enkanomiya lore but he looks adorable and sad(?) and i would pat his head <3

my sincerest apologies, i tend to channel 110% of my simp side when it comes to sir kamisato ayato *cough* (/lh) we have come so far, rin jie... remember when you used to be in denial when it comes to a man with pretty amber eyes and a velvety voice jfjwkdkka

ACTUALLY, I MIGHT AS WELL GIVE YOU ONE RN. >:) so, let us think about... zhongli who notices the way the corners of your eyes droop, as if trying to catch for the slightest wink of sleep — and who is he if not a gentleman? he offers you his shoulder to rest on. his voice tickles your ears and you can almost feel the rumbles of his chest as he talks. at this point, you aren't sure if you're even sleepier or just purely distracted but either way, you're not here to deny his act of thoughtfulness. oh, to lean on zhongli's shoulder sob sob <3

yes, may ayato come home !! <3 speaking of pulls, how did your pulls go??? is your hubby finally home??? 👀 i'm at 40+ pity rn but if zhongli doesn't come home, then alhaitham will <3 i also feel a temptation to pull for tighnari because he's so sassy fkwkkskd (but i won't since he'll be a standard five-star in 3.1) !! if hubby is home, send me an in-game selfie of him, i wanna see 👀

albedo set the path to my heart so ayato and heizou could strut in (/j) he's definitely one of the most complex characters! his design is vv breathtaking but when i write about him sometimes, i have to put in a bit more effort than usual but i like that challenge >:) all of a sudden, i really want to make a tier list for us genshin writers to sort characters into 'hardest to easiest to write' sections fjekfkkseksk

NOOOOO, not the traffic :( it seems we have to resort to another new blog, rin jie <//3 but i'll still be there to support you 🫂 go achieve your well-deserved writing space !! AND I JUST SAW YOUR NEW BLOG AND THE URL IS SO YOU??? (/pos) zhongrin for life <3

aww, ty! the meaning behind his name is actually 'warrior, protector' in irish and you're not wrong !! he just has that sleepy and rueful smile fjejkdksek and dw, take your time to catch up on the lore~ it lowkey took me a while to explore enkanomiya too HELFPPSKD but one fact unrelated to enkanomiya's lore about him is that he was makoto's (the original electro archon / ei's twin) lover. they came to know each other through diplomatic means but legends in inazuma noted how the two grew closer afterwards — her death in the cataclysm is partially the reason why he left for fontaine and grew hateful towards celestia. the former goddess of thunder and her loyal water nymph, but only one of them is left <//3

indeed, we normalize giving headpats to thousands-year-old men (looking at xiao and zhongli). how tall are you, rin jie??? 😭 lin is 165 cm btw !! i would absolutely cackle if he's shorter than you fjwkfkwlkf as eloquent and rich he might be, caelin gets super bashful when people call him handsome or just give him praises, he's vv pat-able <//3

p/s: ALSO !! i saw this tiktok and it reminded of you sm i started laughing HELDPWKKDKS

[djarrex]

not me lurking your tags about that gif set of rex... ok so what if rex's dream comes true and you fall pregnant. you're both ecstatic and can't wait to meet your little bundle of joy. rex has even loaded some books on his holopad about parenting and pregnancy, but the one thing he severely underestimated was your libido going into overdrive. you just passed your first trimester and you are horny. and rex can't keep up, you know, four times before lunch is starting to wear on him. and it's to the point that you'll be in the middle of something and you'll interrupt him for sex. maybe you two are helping tbb with something and all of a sudden it's like anakin dragging rex to keep watch while he calls padme.

"...we don't have time for that."

"yes, we do, rex."

"Cyare..."

"Yes. We. Do."

and what is the result of all of this (besides really good sex)?

Rex the Brat Tamer.

Maybe it's the (w)hormones, but he swears you were never this bratty before. Don't get me wrong, he'll take care of your needs, but not before taking you over his knee 🙊

Insatiable

part of the Edge of Everywhere series // Captain Rex x f!reader

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You’ve never acted this way before… It’s the last straw for Rex when you’re trying to pull him away while in he’s the middle of something - perhaps he needs to teach you a lesson.

EXPLICIT | 18+ only | pregnant!reader, mentions of pregnancy and related hormones, spanking, brat taming, rough (consensual) and unprotected piv, lil bit of fluff. 100% was not able to make this shorter than 2.9k words lol

For once, Rex just can’t keep up. 

He’d never once thought himself the quitting type, nor the soldier who would tire so damn easily. But this - this - he was not prepared for this.

Rex is extremely grateful and ecstatic - over all the moons in the galaxy, actually - that you’re finally full with his child. Priya. The same name he'd growled out in the heat of the moment whilst giving you his all, as he does every time - the same heat that directly resulted in you getting pregnant. Rex had already named your child in hopes it's a girl - he absolutely fell in love with the father-daughter dynamic when interacting with Shaeeah, and then he got to experience it all over again with Omega. He didn't explicitly tell you that, but you saw it written all over his face. You, on the other hand, don't have a preference on what pops out of you - you know that either way they'll be a strong, smart, innovative, quick-witted, loyal warrior if they're anything like their daddy.

The large, unforgiving sun had risen only mere hours ago on whatever this seedy planet is that the two of you have found yourselves on in Rex’s hunt for information on any remnants of the Republic, and here you are, wanting more. You want more, after he’d woken up to the sight and feeling of your pretty lips wrapped around his stiffening cock before the sun was above the horizon. More, after he’d taken you from behind in the shower following how he'd made a mess of your beautiful face just several minutes prior. More, after he’d eaten you out like a man starved - right after you'd both just enjoyed a hearty breakfast. More, now that you’re tugging at his wrist, a clear non-verbal cue that you're wanting to pull him off to the side and away from present company - that look in your eyes is not something Rex thinks he could ever learn to say no to.

Your eyes are positively killing him - making him hard out of pure reflex beneath his codpiece as you peer up at him with your delicate lashes batting away, still yanking at the plastoid covering his wrist. It's getting harder to keep his composure with how you're acting as of late.

No. He needs to put his foot down, Rex thinks to himself. He's in the middle of something, going over the details of the next rendezvous and now just isn't the right time to feed your seemingly incurable desire. He takes a moment give you that look of his, his eyes dark and narrow with warning, before bringing his gaze back to Hunter, who has elected to ignore your blatant need for Rex's attention.

Hunter pauses after concluding his longer-than-necessary tangent and just stares down at your hand, which is still tugging gently at Rex's wrist before he clears his throat with a brow raised up to his bandana.

"Everything... okay, you two?"

"Rex, love, don't we have that thing we need to take care of?" You don't acknowledge Hunter's little comment of concern, directing your response solely at Rex with an innocent voice deliberately accompanied by the sly smile creeping on your lips.

"We don't have time for that," Rex hisses over to you under his breath, mindful of the way Hunter is still standing there - his eyes dart to the sergeant, but only for second before shooting daggers right back at you.

"Yes, Rex," you affirm softly - your tone laced with all the confidence you can muster so as to make your point while lifting your brows. "We do."

"Cyare..." he breaths out a deep, long sigh before straightening his stance and crossing his arms over his chest plate - all an attempt to prove to you just how adamant he is, how he won't budge on this.

"Yes. We. Do." You don't care that Hunter is right fucking there, Rex notices that instantly. You're a fucking freight ship right now - there's nothing stopping you from getting what you want. It's easy to blame it on your pregnancy, and Rex knows that and is fully aware of what is causing your sex drive to spiral out of control like this, but you've never acted this way before. Never.

"Sergeant, I'll be in touch." Rex turns his body to face Hunter - speaking as if nothing is the matter, like nothing is out of sorts, when he reaches to grab the sergeant's arm in a warm gesture of farewell. "Give the boys my best." You're tapping your foot impatiently while mirroring Rex's previous stance with your arms crossed over your chest as you watch them exchange goodbyes and good lucks.

"Congratulations, again, you two." Hunter begins to turn and walk away before continuing, "If our paths don't cross again soon, good luck with the little one." With that, he offers a kind smile before nodding his head and heading off where the others are waiting inside.

Rex isn't facing you anymore - just staring off in the distance, the same direction Hunter headed off and is now long out of sight. It's silent between the two of you for an agonizing minute before you decide to speak up.

"Rex-"

"No," he snaps with a slight turn of his head over his shoulder. "No," he repeats as he goes back to facing away from you. Your eyes widen as you stare at the back of his buzzed blonde hair, a little jazzed by the bite in his tone. "You're... killing me, cyare. You can't just- just pull me away like that. Am I not fucking you good and hard enough, hm? Have I not already given myself to you multiple times today? I- I don't know what to do... how many times do I have to make you scream my name in one fucking day for you to be satisfied? Hm? What am I supposed to do to you?" He huffs and tilts his head back to the side and over his pauldron before mumbling: "You are being a brat."

You notice how his fists clench at his sides and you can’t help but smirk before looking down at your own thumbs - twiddling them absentmindedly and picking the skin around your nail beds while worrying your lip in the dangerous silence. Shit, you feel bad.

Well... kind of.

Rex has never called you such a name before, yet, the sound of it falling so easily from his lips in his sexy, gravelly voice stirs something dark within you - sitting heavy in the deepest cavern of your core, waiting for even a sliver of light to shine upon it. You're already extremely horny, hence the reasoning for your insistent tugging at his arm, silently pleading with Rex to break away and give you some much-needed attention for just a little while. These pregnancy hormones really are no joke.

You know Rex isn't totally angry with you, though that may not be as clear to anyone who may’ve heard him speak to you just then. He's well aware of the side-effects often experienced by women in this stage of pregnancy - increased libido is common just past the first trimester and going into the second, but what Rex didn't realize is that what you're experiencing is multiplied by ten in comparison to what he'd read in his preparing-for-parenthood research.

It was fine at first - fucking amazing, actually. Rex relished the way your pussy became naturally more lubricated and how your clit was extra sensitive due to the increased blood flow to the area - it all made for some very intense orgasms and consequent late nights. He says you taste better than you ever have, and fuck, you believe him with the amount of time he has spent between your legs and eating the life-force out of you during these past few weeks. So, yeah, your libido going into overdrive was fantastic when it was still a new thing for you - and him. Then it got to the point where you just weren't... satiated as easily.

Swallowing a gulp of air before looking up at the back of Rex’s head, you make the quick decision to try something new - nothing that’s been done between the two of you before - something that would indeed shine a light on whatever it is within you that wishes to be exposed.

"Maybe you should... punish me?"

That... catches him off guard. He knows it's a trap - a ploy to get him to touch you, to alleviate your ever-growing desire. He knows this. The second you get Rex alone you’ll have him right where you want him. However...

Maybe he should punish you.

Rex swings around and takes three large steps towards you - you’re just inches from where he’s looking down at you with the most sinful of expressions and the coloring in his eyes to match. Oh, he wants to make tears stream down your face as you beg him in your soft, quivering voice after he’s teased you to no end and denied you what it is you’re being so damn bratty over. 

"Why should I punish you, hm?” He quietly grunts down to you - fighting the urge to grab your arm and drag you back to your rented room before you’ve had a chance to indulge him. “Tell me."

"Because," you nearly whine out while giving him the biggest doe eyes possible, staring up at him and catching your bottom lip between your teeth. "Because I'm a brat. Sir."

-

Smack.

Rex feels himself getting harder and harder beneath his codpiece with every abrupt whack of his palm against the meat of your bare, reddening ass and the whimpers spilling from your lips that follow - it's almost painful, how hard he's getting. You're quivering while working to keep yourself upright, careful as to not put too much pressure on your belly with the plastoid of his thigh digging into your hip bones. 

You fucking asked for it, he thinks to himself.

Smack.

He rubs gentle, featherlight circles over the red imprints of his hand before lifting his palm just to come right back down to whack you again. You jolt forward - your elbow buckling with the force behind that last one, nearly knocking you right off his lap. Rex catches you by your cheek - his blunt nails digging into the plump flesh near your folds, just above where your thigh curves into your ass. He can feel the evidence of your arousal - it’s smeared all over where your thighs were held tightly together until you lost your balance, spread all around the skin nearest your pussy from how you’ve been seeking friction to feed that growing ache between your legs.

“You’re soaked, you filthy girl,” Rex growls out as he brings his fingers in front of your hanging head, right up to your eyes where you can see them. “You like this, hm? You like when I spank the brat right out of you?”

Shit, you do. Rex has never handled you quite like this before; normally if he spanks you it’s in the heat of the moment - when he’s got your ass in the air and face held down in the sheets by large hand wrapped around the back of your neck, when his hips are snapping at a devastating pace and nearly driving you up the bed, when he doesn’t know what to do with his free hand other than make you whimper just a little louder by offering just a teensy bit of pleasure-pain when palm harshly meets skin. 

You got him right where you want him; there’s no way he’ll spank you and tease you like this without burying himself to the hilt afterwards - there’s no way he’ll leave you and your ravenous pregnancy hormones unfed. 

Smack.

“Answer me,” he growls out a bit louder this time while beginning to sooth the stinging flesh that’s burning beneath his palm. You nod your head frantically, moaning loudly when his fingers inch further to fumble around in your wet folds. “Maybe... I should stop. Maybe I should lift you off my knee and leave you here, as wet as Mon Cala, while I go take long walk.”

Smack.

“N- n’what? Huh- no...” 

Rex is too far into this to just walk away now - there’s no harm in bluffing. Besides, he doesn’t think this lesson has sunk in quite yet. He still wants to hear you beg - beg him and swear to him that you deserve it.

“I don’t think you’ve learned anything from this little punishment, cyare,” he points out condescendingly while tracing your red and sensitive skin with a finger.

“I- I have! I- I’m sorry, Rex, I...”

You may have him right where you want him, but Rex has you exactly how he wants you - a quivering, blubbering, whimpering mess who's soaked beyond belief while being taken over his knee.

“Yeah? Then show me," he chides. "Show me you’ll be good from now on.” Another quick slap from his scalding palm and he continues, “Get your bratty ass off my lap and into the air. Now.”

A raging fire erupts in your core as you quite literally scramble off of him in an excited panic, throwing yourself onto the cheap mattress and landing on your shaky hands - face down, ass up. The cool air in the dingy room bites at the sore and stinging flesh of your rear, but the sheer heat of your arousal burns all the same. Out of sight you can hear Rex ridding himself of his cherished armor, surely taking his sweet time stripping each piece one by one as yet another way to keep you on edge - another smaller, yet very effective, form of punishment as you wait hungry and impatient with your puffy, glistening folds peeking out between your cheeks.

As Rex places each piece of his kit down in a neat pile on the floor, he's watching the way your hips wiggle ever so slightly, tuning in to how you're whimpering out the smallest and softest of sounds that you probably don't even realize you're making, and is mesmerized by the way your swollen cunt clenches around nothing as he makes you wait for him.

It's silent - he has got to be finished undressing now, you're sure of this, but he is refusing to speak or make a move first. He wants you to beg. Effectively deciding that your bratty attitude is no longer appropriate, you take a deep breath and play what little cards you have left. Rex can never say no to the way you whine for him as you show him exactly what is his, and that won't change, especially not now.

"My love, please... please touch me, fuck me, do anything you want to me. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry... I just... need you. Please." You're whining shamelessly into the sheets, offering yourself up on a silver platter to the father of your future child. A dark, quiet chuckle comes from behind you - that’s all you get in response. The dip in the mattress at your feet has your heart racing and clit throbbing as Rex kneels to get into position, gently caressing your abused cheek while lining himself up at your aching entrance.

A low moan erupts from your throat upon feeling the throbbing, bulbous head of his cock swipe through your folds before it's sliding in all too easily. Rex grabs your hips and squeezes - wasting absolutely no time in setting a devastating pace with the pent-up aggression showing face in the hard snaps of his hips. You're not sure how, but Rex never fails to hit just so fucking deep that it makes your entire body wince with each brutal thrust.

This is exactly what you're craving - what your body needs.

It doesn't take long for your orgasm to rip through you with how worked up you've been and how extra sensitive your body is, and after one more smack to your ass and a series of choked-out groans later, Rex stills his hips and situates them flush to your sore skin as he unloads himself all the way into your pulsating cunt. Neither of you move for a few moments while collecting yourselves - catching your breaths and floating back down to reality. A pang of guilt soars through you as Rex pulls out, and your face burns when the memory of your hormone-induced brash behavior replays in your head.

“I’m really sorry, Rex. It was wrong for me to have acted like that earlier,” you say while rolling onto your back and moving up to lay your head on the pillow. The corner of his perfect pout tugs into a slight smile accompanied by slight nod of his head - loving forgiveness. He starts to crawl onto the bed next to you but pauses suddenly before laying all the way down.

“I didn’t hurt you,” his gaze drops to your stomach then back up to your eyes - his brows pinched together in worry. “Did I?” Your own brows furrow - your head shaking in quick, short motions. You’ve had sex since finding out you were pregnant, of course, and that’s never stopped Rex from handling you the way you both enjoy - the way you both need. 

“No, love, you didn’t.” Rex scoots down the bed and curls up at your side - his cheek resting against your belly. “You have never and could never," you continue to reassure him as you lower your hand to run your fingers through his buzzed hair, enjoying the way the short hairs prick your fingertips. "Little Priya is all good in there, just doing her thing and growing to be big and strong like her daddy.”

-

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[skyloftian-nutcase]

One of some sort of headcanon (fun, angsty, sad, hilarious, whatever you feel like) for each of the boys in the Chain? Please and only if you want to?

Ok, here we go!

Time never, not once, not for a second offered to be the leader of the group. He just started making decisions and everyone was like he looks and acts ancient so he must know what he's talking about. Spoiler alert, he really doesn't half the time, but he's learned not to show it. He also spent like a solid week just making decisions and doing things because he's used to just being on his own and getting the job done, and it isn't until Warriors pipes in with a "with all due respect, why don't we XYZ" that Time realizes oh no I became the leader when did that happen

Warriors, phew, I've shared a lot of Wars headcanons, so I'll just stick to that for now.

Twilight has a southern accent, y'all. But he learned during his solo adventure to mask it because people judge his intellect based on his manner of speaking, and he needed to be taken seriously. Now no one even knows he has one unless he's under a lot of stress, physical or emotional.

Hyrule is sweet and bashful, but if he senses danger he doesn’t hesitate. Whether someone is friend or foe, the moment they become a threat he will take them down. He might feel bad about it afterward if it was a friend, but in the moment… *insert the “I won’t hesitate” vine*

Four is the most enthusiastic storyteller of the group and he really wants to be able to talk about his adventure but doesn't want to outright say it.

Sky pipes up when needed and kind of stays to the periphery the rest of the time. He's the quiet and strong and supportive glue of the group. He's ok with that 90% of the time, but sometimes he feels invisible and lonely.

Wild is paranoid about keeping his brothers safe. He'll do literally anything to make sure they're okay, which includes getting his head bashed to protect Wind or disobeying orders to try and kill the Shadow. He wants nothing more than to protect them, and that imbues his behavior around them when they're sick or hurt too. Wild will always try to take care of his brothers in the best ways he knows how, by fighting or cooking or helping them accomplish a task.

Wind wants to prove himself but he isn't overzealous about it. Like he'll get miffy if he feels like he's being babied, but beyond that he just does his thing and lets himself shine like the star that he is. And he isn't too proud to accept advice or tips. He absolutely looks up to all of them, but especially Time and Warriors.

Legend honestly loves the heck out of adventuring and traveling, he keeps all his maps in his bag and marks where he should go next. He can't sit still for any given period of time. But he also plans the heck out of his trips; he isn't going in blind. He isn't used to traveling with others, but he's really growing to enjoy having travel companions, even if he does butt heads with a few of them sometimes.

[theshy1sout]

Six Eared Shadow

Do you remember the analysis about Mei and Red Son? That was me, and I'm doing this again, but now about Macaque and Sun Wukong

Because what the heck why do they hate each other so much

Ok, so this... This is such a messy chaotic really chaotic mix of a few headcanons and theories I made up and it SOMEHOW turned into a fanfic that I wrote so long that other people made many similar things in meanwhile and now this sounds not original at all, but I wrote it not to keep it in my deep hidden shelf so here we go

(It's based on what I know from the lmk series. I've started to read JTTW, but I'm still not so far to get to know anything about Macaque, but I won't change anything about this theory from now on)

Let's gather some basic information for the start.

-> Macaque is made with a shadow or even he is a shadow (kinda shadow demon, the demon of shadow). I mean, shadow is not only his power, he literally is made with shadow matter. We know that because he can not only manipulate shadows but also go through walls and turn yourself into a shadow.

-> I'm not sure if someone made him or he just "poof" out of nowhere just like Sun Wukong, but according to the story he told about how close he and Monkey King used to be, there's no doubt they had some master/student relationship which later turned into almost equal partnership. What is said, Macaque followed Sun Wukong for a long time, learning a lot from him, 'being his shadow'. They grew in power together, fought together, and (as it is said) Macaque started casting as Sun Wukong shadow, which (surprisingly) looks like he did willingly. Just look at the picture - the shadow is big and bright, it’s powerful and smiling, proud of his strength. He doesn’t look like someone forced to be Sun Wukong’s shadow. It shows how much Macaque admired Monkey King, that he wasn't just a friend for him, he was his idol.

-> We all know Macaque is a shadow demon, he can easily change his appearance, he does not have to look like an evil clone of Monkey King, especially if he hates him now or something, SO even if he used to look up at Sun as his ex-student or ex-partner, and now we know he is NOT, he would prefer to not look so similar any more.

He can choose any other look, but he doesn't. Why? Well, maybe he actually cannot. Maybe this isn't an appearance he has specifically chosen, maybe this is his 'basic' comfy form and any other form would just take too much energy to keep up. And looking at the really tiny probability of two very similar monkeys just "poofing" out of nowhere, I dare to say, Macaque wasn't born (I mean like Sun Wukong or any other demon), but he was specifically created. And here is a question: on someone's purpose or not? Maybe the power of great Monkey King was so strong so the part of it just jumped from him and formed into another similar creature, but let me say it's just weird and I prefer the theory of Sun Wukong being so bored and lonely after his master's (Tripitaka) death, and he created a brother for himself from his own shadow. Just to have someone, anyone.

So Wukong created Macaque and then what? He trained him, he taught him everything he knew, maybe even he shared his powers with him. Some great great bonding time. But as Macaque said, something drew them apart. It is visible that Macaque blamed Monkey King for this, for 'forgetting him'. Before speculation of what happened then between them, let's focus on what Macaque showed us what he wants now.

We have two episodes, both show different sides of him. In season 1, Macaque's main goal is to steal Monkey King's power from Mk, and then to very specifically revenge. He visibly does not want to defeat Sun Wukong, he wants to hurt him as much as possible. Look: when Monkey King showed up, Macaque totally forgot about Mk. And then, when he's so close to defeat him, instead of that he turned to Mk and tried to kill the teenager. Mk is just a tool to hurt Sun Wukong.

And we can't forget how Macaque constantly pointed out all the weak sides of Sun, he's basically just saying on and on "you're weak, you're weak, you're so weak, I'm so strong, I'm strong, you are so weak". Which really fits the feeling of being forgotten because he was weaker and Monkey King was stronger, better, glorious and famous. Macaque really feels like that, he really tried to make Sun Wukong feel his pain by dominating him.

On the other hand, we see that Sun constantly striked off him. He said almost nothing to him, just "Aren't you bored of keep being in my shadow? It's time to give back what you've stolen" and that was fricking all. For Monkey King, Macaque is a just shadow, always behind him, something you turn around and leave behind to not see it and to forget, like an unwanted past. An unnecessary problem, that irritatingly keeps returning to him. He does not want to interact to not make even a slight more bond between them, he wants to delete him from his life forever, and omg WHY. At this end of the ep, Sun Wukong did not even mention Macaque. He really doesn't care at all (or extremely tries to not care). His HATE is almost touchable, ouch.

In season 2, Sun Wukong LEFT US ALL ALONE. Macaque showed up again, he played with Mk a bit, and... Left? That's the thing, you see, he doesn't need to hurt or kill Mk. All we see is Macaque talking about his past and then letting Mk experience something the 'hero' in the story should have felt. The guilt. When Mk interpreted his story differently, seeing himself as the warrior, Macaque corrected him. Cause he doesn't care about Mk at all. He heard how Mk told him about what hurt him, and here is a funny point, because if Macaque needs to be understood, listening to Mk and talking with him (such a simple act of empathy, they both needed it then, guh) should have been enough. Mk really felt the 'warrior' character in the story, so he understood what Macaque felt. But surprisingly, that was not what the demon carved.

Macaque chose to make Mk feel like Monkey King at the moment something drew the demons apart. He wanted to force Mk to be sorry, to apologize, to regret his mistakes, cause he failed with forcing Monkey King to feel that. But! Maybe he is not as purely innocent and poorly forlorn. We see the flashback for a half of second before Mk hit him with Staff:

We see Sun Wukong attacking Macaque who's in his demon (true) form.

Let's repeat this: Macaque felt as if a friend left him in the past. He said a friend did this to have all the "hero's glory" for themselves. We know Sun Wukong could do such a thing, especially before he met Tripitaka, but 1. In my theory Macaque is created after Tripitaka's death and 2. If (as my theory said) Sun created Macaque to not feel so lonely, he would never leave him for such a thing. So Macaque hides something for sure, something he did, something so terrible that made Sun Wukong attack him and not want to know him anymore. How horrendous thing Macaque did that made Sun Wukong choose to be alone again and to forget his dear brother he created by himself?

Back to the great bonding time, repeating speculation of "oh maybe they even share the powers" and comparing it to Macaque wanting to steal Mk's power, my theory here is saying:

Sun Wukong taught Macaque the technique of the same powers as he knew, but Macaque overused it (probably wanting to see how powerful he is, probably showing off and killing so many harmless people) doing terrible terrible things. So Monkey King took all of the powers from him and left him alone, powerless, with the last painful words: "Dont you dare to show in front of my eyes ever again". Of course Macaque was hurt, of course he didn't see why he's the bad guy, because he did not care about people at all. And of course Sun Wukong was hurt too.

Maybe he came back to the village Macaque had destroyed and following a quiet crying he found a little baby with a heart so clear and he put into him all Macaque's powers, making them sleep until the time will be right... But back to the series!

Yes exactly. Why did he destroy the lantern and leave? Why did he suddenly lose interest in teasing Mk and stop forcing him to feel guilty?

First thing, he saw Mk is ready to fight for his friends seriously. He still cared so much about them, not like Monkey King about Macaque. That was hard to swallow, that was hard to watch for the demon. That was't the thing he wanted to see. And second, the flashback. Maybe the sudden realization that he actually did something bad. Cause Sun Wukong didn’t just leave him, he cast him out. It was hard to admit that he actually deserved this (or maybe much more), it’s much easier to blame others, not yourself. So Macaque felt “that’s enough” and left. Mk brought him to this uncomfortable point of admitting the truth. Which he didn’t want to. Maybe in the following eps, he will see it, but now Macaque just isn’t ready yet. But the last talk with Mk gives me a little hope. He stopped treating him like a tool or toy, he was actually talking with him like with a person, he even warned him about Lady Bone Demon.

Maybe (maybe) one day he'll see that humans aren't just useless creatures he can carelessly kill, maybe Mk will make him care and realize what he's done, but that's just speculation in speculation, he could die before he reaches that point, maybe he is already dead....

And that's it. That is all I wrote on ao3, but in the fanfic I put much more details and I build those characters up much more than here. This is only rough rough short-saying, I'm really sorry if you read it all

Oh and here is a link if you liked this above i'd love if you read the fanfic thank you

[lulu2992]

Tweets from Far Cry 3’s Lead Writer about the game

In addition to the many interviews, I've also saved a lot of tweets from Jeffrey Yohalem answering fan questions so... here they are!

Question: Is Doug (the character that leads the group to Rook) still alive somewhere on the island? Or does he die offscreen? Jeffrey Yohalem: No comment :) [link]

Question: What becomes of Dennis in the friend savior ending? Also you and all other writers were amazing, Jeffrey Yohalem: Dennis is a hardcore gamer, he'll find another game. Question: what? please explain, there is alot of people wondering the same thing. Jeffrey Yohalem: All of the characters on the island represent something other than what they seem to be. Question: Would you please share? I'd really like to know who represents what in a clearer sense. Jeffrey Yohalem: Think in terms of social systems and gameplay systems. I don't want to give it all away, because that's part of the fun. [link]

Question: Hi! I'm curious, when you wrote for vaas did you feel any sympathy towards him? He's the one I feel most sorry for! Jeffrey Yohalem: Yeah. His past, what happened to him, it's beyond painful. [link]

Question: Vaas seems to be the one character that almost doesn't fit in yet acts almost as a voice of truth am I right thinking that? Jeffrey Yohalem: Yup, you're on the right track. [link]

Question: Was Citra's desire to birth the ultimate Rakyat warrior an equal catalyst for Vaas's insanity, just as much as Hoyt & drugs? Jeffrey Yohalem: What do you think? Question: Vaas says he first killed for Citra, and the island had drugs before Hoyt...her attempt at an (incestuous) ritual broke him. Jeffrey Yohalem: Sounds like you're on the right track! [link]

Question: Those guys claiming that Vaas being alive is a fact are going on peoples nerves! Could you please confirm or deny? END IT!!! Jeffrey Yohalem: Sam and the privateers confirm Vaas's fate. What reason do you have to question them? Question: Vaas is alive, and if we don't get a DLC, new game, or whatever to get to play as him, I'm gonna cry. Jeffrey Yohalem: Better go buy a pack of tissues. <3 [link]

Question: Will there ever be any information on what actually happened between Jason and Vaas? It's driving me crazy it's too good Jeffrey Yohalem: It's all in the game. Question: But how can you believe anything when playing through the eyes of a man going insane? Jeffrey Yohalem: Good question :) [link]

Question: Ok, here's a question. The chinese dagger. How did Vaas get it? Jeffrey Yohalem: Jason is still on the drugs Citra gave him. Notice the way the screen ripples before he "sees" the Vaas TVs. [link]

Question: FC3 fan question : was Citra genuinely in love w/ Jason or was she just manipulating him? Both endings seem to conflict Jeffrey Yohalem: Isn't Siri genuinely in love with you but also manipulating you? Isn't the game designed to attract you? ;) Question: Honestly, kinda saw the backstabbing coming, but what troubles me is my inability to determine if she's batshit crazy or not Jeffrey Yohalem: The more important question is what does she want from you? Question: ...weren't all her Maori warriors more qualified to begin with? Jason had never killed anyone, so how could she have known? Jeffrey Yohalem: Because you are the player... She drugged you. She threatens to delete your save file if you don't stay on the island, kill Jason's friends and play on forever. Question: Nooooooooo oh well I get to play Vaas' scenes all over again, which is cool. Why did you decide to off him so early btw? Jeffrey Yohalem: Because he's Jason and the player's primary motivation. So why keep playing once he's gone? Yet we do, we can't look away. Question: am I right if I say that the whole point of Vaas' death is to show that Jason has become just as bad, if not worse than him? Jeffrey Yohalem: In one dimension. But the game includes two. Look at my previous answer. Question: I feel dumb right now.you mean the player is supposed to feel bad? That it questions our love of violence in entertainment? Jeffrey Yohalem: You are on the right track. But it questions more than that. Think of the island as representing a video game... Question: Do I sense a link to Crash Bandicoot here? This smells fishy. OMG I UNDERSTOOD. VAAS IS CRASH BANDICOOT. THE MOHAWK !!! Jeffrey Yohalem: Haha, no. As much as we need to tackle the Bandicoot Industrial Complex, not the point. Question: the island represents a video game... oh god, this could take hours. I'm running in circles. The player becomes great at killing but doesn't think about it, while Jason goes completely nuts. So there's this moral thing where the game goes, "hey, do you have any idea what you're doing??" Video games = Rook Island, a lawless place where, in a drug-induced haze, we indulge in big-man fantasies. Am I right? Jeffrey Yohalem: :) And, meanwhile, our friends and family... poof. Question: so Far Cry 3 actually questions the purpose and validity of video games as a popular medium? Jeffrey Yohalem: In their current form, yes, and not all. :) [link]

Question: Would have been a gr8 subversion of that was followed through. "Play into our fantasy, & then we kill you" Jeffrey Yohalem: But it was followed through? That's the true ending. 4 me, it was Jason's fantasy that he had any agency. Since it is 1st person, the player sees only his perspective which is false. Question: also it actively fights a game that emphasizes agency... Jeffrey Yohalem: You have no real agency in FC3. The island is curated, you can only do the activities it provides. It is a glass cage. Question: true. I guess it offers ludonarrative dissonance as gamings version if visual irony in film Jeffrey Yohalem: So the player is Norma Desmond, trapped by The Game (Citra) with the delusion that she/he is free and The Star of the game. Question: do you see where someone with my background could be distracted by the treatment of the island natives? Jeffrey Yohalem: Yup, but for me they represent Us, the players and are universal. That is why their name translates to "The People." [link]

Question: is the Far Cry Experience mini-series canon? Did you write it/were you involved in it? Jeffrey Yohalem: I didn't write it. [link]

Question: If 8 total people skydived onto the island in FC3, what's the last episode of the Far Cry Experience referencing with 6 ppl? Jeffrey Yohalem: 7 people jumped, minus Grant makes 6. I assume that's where they got the number from. [link]

[sir-sunny]

(Green) you said you have kmhn brainrot atm and so I'll deliver with some Hajime and Nagito headcanons (not exactly kmhn but I hope it suffices euheruefhrei)

Hajime:

-You saw this in my fic, but he has a scar on his forehead that gives him headaches every so often, usually when he gets stressed or thinks about Izuru

-I know a lot of the fandom like to imagine him growing his hair out post DR3 but I feel like he'd much rather keep it short so he's less like Izuru and more like himself (I do agree that it'd probably grow super fast though)

-He likes action movies, even the super cheesy over-the-top ones. Don't tell anybody but he secretly loves Jason Statham hehe

-The type of person to let his day be determined by how he feels when he wakes up in the morning. If he's slept well, he'll have a good day. If he wakes up with aches and pains, he'll have a bad day

-Acts like he doesn't care about music and dancing when around other people but will definitely dance along to what he's listening to if he's alone and in a good mood

-Demonstrative. This boy will use hand gestures for EVERYTHING he says, it's almost like his hands are trying to take off gherigherg

-Idk why but I feel like he's pretty heavy footed. He wears in the soles of his shoes easily lol

Nagito:

-This boy is to carbonated drinks what lactose intolerant people are to dairy. His body cannot STAND anything fizzy no matter how little he drinks but God damn if that doesn't stop him from getting a can from the vending machine any chance he gets

-I feel like,,,he's naturally quiet for the most part. He tends to scare people by accident because he unintentionally creeps up on them

-He really wants to get piercings but his skin is too sensitive to let him have any (and not just one or two piercings, think Rantaro levels of piercing)

-He actually did end up drinking all the milkshakes he made for the Warriors of Hope after being asked and they were so terrible that he can't even look at milkshakes anymore without feeling sick

-Very hard for him to put on weight, very easy for him to lose it. He'd need to eat a lot for him to get to a healthy weight and that's a problem because his illnesses often make him feel too sick to eat anything

-He wants to play an instrument but he's unsure which one he wants to play. Drums are too loud, guitar might hurt his fingers, piano's alright but he's nervous about messing up (Ibuki's willing to teach him anything tbh)

-(Suggestive I'm so sorry you can skip this one if you want) I know this is kinda a joke headcanon in the fandom and tbh I don't take it super seriously either but I feel like him being tied up in chapter 2 might've awoken something in him if you know what I mean ughriugrhtgr

yeyeyeye i agree that his hair would grow irritatingly fast postgame, i imagine he wouldnt like it long ykno, so constantly tends to it

hajime seems like to type who can have his day ruined on a dime aksfhgjsda (god forbid he stubs his toe or spills his drink on himself, he'll sulk and pout until god himself apologizes to him)

i like to imagine hajime emoting a lot with his hands during class trails, that's how he gets ppl to listen to him ykno he did a lot of pointing and he'd slam his hands on his stand in true protag fashion

yea idk why but the idea of nagito being a very quiet person makes sense,, he's very polite but he's also very sneaky

nagito is too sensitive to get real earrings so he get the little fake sticker earrings send tweet

NAGITO PLAYIGN PIANO YE S

nagito, day 3 of being bound by ropes and chains: ok but i dont hate this

[zozophoenixxx]

Serotonin Booster :D 🐉

How to train your dragon edition

Here are some things I had forgotten or little details I just noticed on my rewatch, maybe even Unpopular Opinions 🤭👀

✨Race to the Edge✨

SEASON 6

I love how the twins were basically the reason Hiccup figured out that Johan was the spy

NOOO THE WAY GOTHI WENT TO TRY AND STOP STOICK FROM THROWING AWAY HER MEDICINE AND THEN GOT THROWN OFF THE CLIFF WAS SO FUNNY [ep2]

Omg that fight between Hiccup and Stoick in ep2 was crazy whenever Stoick said "I'm talking to the expert in getting duped by Trader Johan" and THEN HICCUP WAS LIKE "but I was only duped for half as long as you were. So what does that make you?"

Awww the way both Toothless and Skull-crusher were trying to get them to talk

And also Astrid being the only one that wasn't caught by the Hunters right away, she's just superior bro

I love how both of them were right - Stoick was right to not trust the merchants and Hiccup was right about Johan's plan

Toothless is actually so strong like he's not only agile and clever, I mean he just flew up to the ballista and crashed against it and destroyed it without using his Plasma Blast 😎🤩

Mala and Dagur fighting over where the Dragon Eye lenses are gonna be hidden is hilarious. Mala is so calm I love it

I got chills when Atali was like "no, Hiccup, this is my island I will defend it"

I really want to know the origin of the Wingmaidens, like where did all these women come from? How come they're still there?

I love Minden and Snotlout's relationship, the way he tried to convince her to not give up AND SHE KISSED HIM!!!

Krogan's Singetail actually cares about him

Never gonna get over Adelaide Kane voicing Mala

Also Snotlout running when the dude had the razorwhip on him LIKE HE WAS LITERALLY FLYING AND HE WAS STILL RUNNING Y'ALL HAVE TO WATCH THAT SCENE I JUST DONT KNOW HOW TO DESCRIBE IT ITS IN EP3

Generations ago Fishlegs's ancestors were dragon hunters

The Loyal Order of Ingerman - decimated the Dramillion dragons, pushing them to the brink of extinction

Grump is amazing I love him

Dramillions - have both a lava blast and a magnesium blast. Omnivores. Still being hunted.

The Hunters were founded by Ingar Ingerman

The Dramillion trying to take the manacle off his tail🥺

And when Fishlegs threw his helmet and THEN THE HAND THING 😭🥺

I love the Dramillions they're so smart they learned how to get rid of the manacles by just looking at what Meatlug and Stormfly were doing 🥺

I just realized that the twins are 19 AND I FIND THAT ABSOLUTELY CRAZY HOW CAN THEY BE THAT OLD

I really wish we knew each of their birthdays like I wanna know which one's older and which one's younger

I feel like for some reason the twins would be the oldest ones then Fishlegs then Astrid then Snotlout and lastly Hiccup. Idk I'm still iffy on this

Most Thorstons don't make it to 19

I love the twins' relationship, they love each other so much that they would rather be alone and not form part of a clan than leave each other alone and the fact that other people know this too? Plsss like the only reason Gruffnut got them back into the fake induction trials was by telling them how bad it'd be for each other to not be part of a clan.

Titanwing Zippleback HOW DO THEY KNOW ITS A TITANWING IT LOOKS THE SAME AS THE OTHER ZIPPLEBACKS

"Ughh, what's the point of winning alone? Being a Thorston means nothing without him. We are one Thorston."

I love them and also technically Ruffnut won the induction trials.

THE LAST LENSE GOSH

Love how Fishlegs cares about global warming

I'm all Snotlout, Toothless and the Triple Stryke reacting to Mala and Dagur- I'm also Mala whenever someone tickles me I'LL KILL U

UGHHH I HATE HOW SNOTLOUT MADE HICCSTRID UNCOMFY FOR HAVING A DIFFERENT RELATIONSHIP

Astrid overthinking 🥺😭

"How would you like your yak cooked?" JSHDHHA

bro I love how both Tuff and Toothless noticed the betrothal necklace

"So want to deliver some scrap metal?" Hiccup baby? Why are you so oblivious?

At least he asked her if she was alright in the armorwing's island 😩

No but if I was Astrid I'd be pissed too, the dude saw a dragon eye lens from far way and didn't notice her betrothal necklace? 🙂😤

No I can't that scene was too harsh to watch, I mean I loved to see Hiccup noticing something was wrong with Astrid but then the way Astrid compared their relationship to Mala and Dagur's and then threw him the betrothal necklace... And the way he caught it too I can't- 😭😞😖😭😓🤧

Seeing the twins trying to capture Mala was hilarious JAHDHDHHSHA

I love how when they're fighting Astrid's still there for him whenever he's expected to have all the answers. She ignored her anger and went over to him and grabbed his hand and that single thing was what gave him confidence in a moment of panic 🥺

"I'm with you"

"I know"

That final Hiccstrid scene in Mi Amore Wing was just too perfect, we have Hiccup grabbing Astrid's hand to bring her outside and talk to her, the sunset in the background, every little thing Hiccup told her about being there for her and loving her with everything he had and that he should've noticed the necklace right away AND THEN THAT KISS WAS JUST AMAZING❗️❗️❗️ it was passionate and sweet and Astrid was blushing and then Fishlegs was all uncomfortable and Mala was like "okaaayyyyy😏" and Dagur like "alrighhtttt👌🏼" ig the only thing I didn't like is that Astrid didn't say I love you back 😭 but it's ok cause yk she does I just wished she had said it.

Baby razorwhips love the water

Tuffnut named the baby razorwhip that bonded with Ruffnut, Wingnutt

Top scenes of Ruff Transition ep7

Tuffnut throwing up in Ruffnut's mouth and Ruffnut throwing up in Wingnutt's mouth just do that he could be fed- seeing the windmaiden's reactions is the best lmao

Hiccup trying to teach Ruffnut how to fly (with his dragon flight suit) and then Ruffnut losing balance but Hiccup helping her regain it BUT we still get overprotective Tuffnut jumping off of Toothless to try and help but all he did was make things worse HIS SCREAM WAS HILARIOUS nonono and the way Toothless tried to help BUT AGAIN MADE THINGS WORSE 😩😮‍💨😂

Ruffnut finally figuring out how to connect with Wingnutt and fighting the dragon hunters and saving Atali was so badass and then Atali riding Barf 😭🤩

Hiccstrid kiss count (approximately) : 6😘

The way he slightly and carefully touches her face to reassure her that he'll be fine

The Singetail's only predator is the Skrill

The Berserkers used to use metal daggers to lure Skrills into traps. The dragon is drawn to it due to its electrical properties

VIGGO JUST DID THE HAND THING THING WITH THE SKRILL WTF

If I could have any dragon it'd be in this order

Skrill - it's so badass and powerful

Nightfury - it's badass, powerful, pretty, strong and fast

Deadly Nadder - it's extremely fast and agile, has multiple attacks and the spikes

Dramillion - has multiple attacks and is very smart

Just realized that ep8 is called Triple Cross because 1st Johan crossed Viggo 2nd Viggo fake crossed Hiccup and 3rd Viggo and Hiccup crossed Johan and Kogan

That episode was basically jusr to show Viggo's arc and the way he changed for the better and learned to respect dragons

That's why the Singetails wouldn't leave in ep9 whenever they were trying tp free the Deathsong- their eggs! They're in that island.

I can't with Hiccup and Astrid sitting together just chilling but with Astrid feeling guilty and Hiccup assuring her that he was also at fault 😭

I love Narrator/Author Snotlout! The titles of the chapters of his book remind me of the ones from Pjo

Stoick and Skullcrusher acting as 1 and being worried about each other 🥺 I love their relationship

Also the way Stoick bats off the shots from the Singetails with his axe just like Astrid. They're both truly warriors

No but Toothless asking for a head scratch from Gobber bc he's worried abt both Hiccup and Stoick🥺

The way Toothless tried to make Hiccup feel better- I mean the man blamed himself for putting Stoick in "his deathbed" it was just so awful seeing Hiccup in that state and the way everyone was trying to make him feel better but it was ultimately Astrid who managed to get through to him😭

I love it when they put scenes of the movies

I love how Astrid always knows what to say without lying

Looks like it's you and me, then.

Always... was that corny or-

Probably. Nice, though.

The way Astrid is so natural at being a leader and putting everyone on their places 🤩

That lil moment they had in ep12 where he holds her face and thanks her for everything and I just love them too much 😭

I love how Spitelout is so happy when he's beating ass, this dude literally goes "I'm sure I've had more fun than this. But at the moment, I can't remember when"

Have I mentioned I love the Dramillions before? I love them way too much they're amazing and the sound they make is so 😩 I love it

The Dramillion is a distant cousin of the Changewing which means the Titanwing Dramillion shares the de-cloaking ability with its subspecies.

Stormfly's spine clone was literally so badass, my girl was surrounded and she finished every single dragon flyer with it. Badass move. Wish we had seen it more throughout the series

It really pissed me off that Hiccup had to choose between getting Tuff, Ruff and Snotlout out of that sinking ship when he could've been following Krogan. Like ofc it was the right decision but that wouldn't have happened if the twins and Snotlout didn't follow Gruff into the ship :/

I love how strong Barf and Belch are! They literally carried the a Titanwing Dramillion on their own.

That scene when they figured out that the Titanwing Dramillion is not the King of Dragons but instead the last piece of the puzzle to get to the King of Dragons

When the Wingmaidens got to the battle it was amazing

Also the way Dagur was so proud that the King of Dragons was a Berserker and how Ruff was so excited to see Wingnutt and Snotlout to see Minden🥺

THEY REALIZED THAT BBYS AREN'T AFFECTED BY THE KING OF DRAGONS BC OF THE BABY RAZORWHIPS

that last Hiccstrid Scene where Hiccup is worried about Astrid's safety- I mean his face 🥺🥺🥺 and she told him that his dad would be proud and that she's proud too and when she was about to leave he held her back and kissed her 😭😭

Ik I said this before but I simp for Astrid as a leader, she's just so natural at it

Also I love how the King of Dragons has ice powers instead of fire

WAIT SO IS THE EGG THAT HICCUP FINDS IN THE FINALE THAT THEY GIVE TO VALKA IS THAT THE KING OF DRAGONS THAT VALKA CARES FOR IN HTTYD2?!!

Valka being friends with the Wingmaidens sits absoluteky right with me

no but the way Toothless hesitated when Hiccup told him to leave him and get the egg

I love how all the dragons arrived to fight the dragon flyers, it was just so poetical to me, the dragons finally getting to fight the people that hurt them 🤩

I FINISHED IT AND NOW I'M SAD!!! I loved the end tho and I'm glad we got to see Shattermaster at Dagur's wedding, also Astrid's outfit change- we love that. And them leaving the edge is just so sad bro 😭but I love how we got to see some "insight" ig u could call it on HTTYD2 😭 also seeing Snotlout and Fishlegs's love for Ruffnut start forming was hilarious

[peakyscillian]

Fluff Alphabet | Cillian Murphy |

Summary: hahaha I'm going to go sob in a corner after writing because of the Fluff! A/N: This template can be found here , not mine credit to the creator! NOT EDITED OR PROOF READ.

Masterlist NSFW Alphabet

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?) Cillian loves how you totally support him, in everything, you're willing to just be there for him and cheer him on, making sure he's well rested and getting everything he needs. You're just wanting to take care of him and support your man! B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?) Your neck, Cillian loves nuzzling into your neck when you're in bed and he's drifting off. You always smell so good there as well, its comforting. C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?) Cilian loves when your basically wrapped aroung him like a koala bear! He likes to feel you close. He's the big spoon in bed though! Legs tangled through yours, arms around you. D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?) Cillian is really into live music, so if you get him anything gig related he's so damn excited and thankful! E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?) Cillian is good at expressing his emotions around you, he will let you know if anything is bothering him, talk things out hoping you can help and he's constantly reminding you how much he loves you!

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?) Yes! You would both love a family, but you haven't got a set plan, if it happens then you'd both be overjoyed! G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?) Cillian loves giving spontaneous gifts so he'll come home with a little something or get something delivered to you. When it's your birthday he'll go all out, getting you the things you need and all the things you would never ask for.

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?) Cillian loves holding hands, your hand fits perfectly in his, like it was made for him and he just likes to have a hold of your hand so he knows you're right there especially if its in a busy crowded place.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?) He would be beside himself, dropping everything to get to you! Insisting you didn't lift a finger until you were completely healed.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?) All.The.Time. He's the ultimate dad joker, loves some sarcasm & just likes to make you laugh. He's always doing something goofy to pull a smile onto your face.

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?) Cillian is a traditional kind of guy, a good kiss on the lips that leads to full on makeing out, with his hands cupping your face, nipping at your lips. He's got passion!

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?) Cute little texts if he's had to leave before you woke up, sometimes a note resting against the coffee machine. Coffee in bed when he's home. Of course telling you just how much he loves and adores you everyday!

M = Memory (favorite memory together?) The moment he spotted you on your first date, you were so nervous you were stumbling over basically thin air, you didn't stop rambling all evening and he just felt so in awe of you.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?) Losing you because of something he can't control like the media or fans.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?) He can NOT sit still, have you seen this man in interviews the fidgeting. I'm here for it, but sometimes you just want to watch love island without him fidgeting next to you!

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?) He's very much a 'baby' 'darling' 'love' kind of man. BONUS: Cillian is BUB ok, he is my bub!

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?) Walks! sunday morning hikes, with hot coffee, just you and him hiking and chatting about your weeks, making plans, occasionally your stopping because he needs to kiss you! Followed by a big breakfast at the local pub!

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?) Breathless Love By Lucero 100%

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?) So open, you know everything about each other, hell! he knows all your friends secrets as well because he doesn't count as not telling anyone duh! Cillian couldn't keep a secret from you if he tried!

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?) Cillian had his doubts his life isn't normal but you took it slow and were officially together two months after your first date.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?) Cillian HATES to see you upset, whenever you're upset he has to make things right again, he's very overprotective if someone has upset you.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?) He's so proud of you for completing your studies and he's going to tell anyone who listens that his girl just graduated and is going to go on to do *insert dream job here* This guy even got social media so he could show you off!

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?) He would 100% fight for beside you! he knows you can hold your own, you don't need him to fight for you but he'll be by your side.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?) Cillian can read you so well, he's so in tune with your every emotion. Sometimes it's frustrating you just want a moody day!!

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?) Definitely low-key probably in the house, just you two maybe a few friends. He'd have a whole speech prepared but in the end he's just a bumbling over his words and 'basically i love you marry me?'

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?) You! Just being there, maybe stroking his hair you know thats so calming, holding him to keep him grounded, little kisses to his cheeks, whispering sweet little stories in his ear as he relaxes finally.

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[cuuno-moved]

Hi!! Ok uh here's the angsty techno au thingy I wrote!

Tw:self worth issues, self identity issues, mentions of blood, mentions of scars.

Technoblade. Some may see him as a blade, some a person and some a god, yet that's all he is. Just, Technoblade. That's all he's ever been. No matter what title he had, no matter which people surrounded him he never changed. Maybe his hair grew out, first just enough for a small ponytail, now as long as you could imagine, flowing down his back, numerous braid threaded through it. Maybe his face got more and more scarred as more time went by and he fought more battles. Maybe he has an actual crown now, unlike the cardboard one Wilbur made him when they were little, maybe his cape, heavy and red makes him scarier than usually and maybe all the chains and details on his clothes give him a sense of refinery but he's never changed. A god once, a god again and yet never the perfect Blood god people pray to and the warrior enemies kneel in front of, begging for his mercy. He's a god again and yet he's never been less godly. He does and he acts and he hurts and he makes mistakes more than he did before, and yet his title remains. He fucks up like a human would, he cries, he laughs and he feels, nothing a god would. He cares. And yet, the title, no, curse bestowed upon him by his own greed and his own selfishness hangs over his head like an anvil waiting to drop, to kill the unkillable. Sometimes he wonders, has he ever been more than a blade, a weapon, a being for people to call upon when they need help and to dismiss just as easy. Has he ever truly been human or did he call himself that to make an excuse up for his imperfections, for his failures. Because no god can fail, and yet there he is, a living defiance of the rules. His hands permanently stained with blood, not quite there but he can see it, if he just looks long enough, something hes quite used to by now. Tears on the other hand? The tears caused by no one else but him, the tears his loved ones spilt over something he's done? That's a thing thats gonna take some getting used to. No that it should be gotten used to, not that it should repeat, but he knows he'll fail them all again. Because the harder he tries and higher he flies the harder he fails and the lower he falls. And yet, he's still worshipped by them like some sort of saint. He doesnt have room for flaws, he doesn't have room for failure and mistakes and yet they find their way into his life again and again. He's meant to be a god, a helper of the people, protector of the helpless, punisher of the wicked and yet, who has he helped last? He's nothing but a nightmare. A monster if you will. The kind of monster that parents tell their kids at night to make sure they're being good, the kind of monster that you don't see coming until it's too late, the kind of monster that hurts you despite not having any reason or will. And yet. No matter how many voices scream at him, no matter how many mistakes he makes, no matter what he sees himself as or what others see him as; monster, god, human or weapon. He remains Technoblade. And thats all he's ever been or will be. Technoblade.

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holy shit. holy shit.