#commissionable link

[beautylikegrace]

Heart Shaped Minaudière by Simone Rocha

[winterskywrites]

Chapter eight, featuring Dick and (special guest star) Commissioner Gordon!

[marypsue]

I desperately wish people would start actually reading the AO3's TOS before confidently making 'user guides' to the AO3 that are just blatantly, flatly wrong.

Yes the AO3 has banned content. They do not allow anything that's illegal under US law - though US law, importantly, does not ban fictional depictions of things - and they do not allow any commercial content. That includes your ko-fi link, or mentions that you do fic commissions. If you do post fic commissions to AO3 and want to mention the commissioner, the fic is a 'request' from the commissioner. This protects the AO3 and you from copyright law.

No the AO3 is not 'a creative fanfiction archive'. It is a fandom archive. Your meta, insights, and theories are absolutely welcome and encouraged there. AO3 also encourages you to post other types of fanworks, like fan videos, podfics, and art, but unfortunately isn't able to natively host those like it does text, so fic has kind of become what it's known for. That absolutely does not mean that other types of fanwork aren't allowed, or are discouraged by the site culture! Anybody who tells you otherwise is just plain wrong!

[onlinegenius1]

Scopri il Funzionamento del Programma di Affiliazione di Fiverr: Guadagna con le Tue Abilità Online!

Il mondo digitale ha rivoluzionato la nostra concezione del lavoro e delle opportunità di guadagno. Se possiedi talenti e competenze uniche e vuoi metterli a frutto, il programma di affiliazione di Fiverr è la piattaforma perfetta per farlo. In questo articolo, esploreremo in dettaglio come funziona il programma di affiliazione di Fiverr e come puoi iniziare a guadagnare grazie alle tue abilità…

[replicastarglobe]

I forgot to make a post for commissions

this post is so I can link it to ‘commissions’ on my page, commissions are open for cool mutuals and friends only rn

I got prices but don’t want to make a new commission sheet lol

[iceunhie]

JEALOUSY IS A FICKLE THING...

ft. al-haitham, ayato, wriothesley, lyney

warnings : gender neutral, jealousy, mentions of suggestive content on wriothesley's part, established relationship, you are wriothesley's spouse. erm slight dark content but it's okay it isn't implied, we need more men like them in the world

mhie's notes : i used the wheel randomizer for this i hope everyone's proud i write for anyone other than scara ijbol

al-haitham’s jealousy is muted; quiet and hardly noticeable, often non-existent unless you have the fortune of knowing him deeply enough (kaveh). make no mistake, al-haitham trusts you, he simply doesn’t trust those that make moves on you when he was clearly right there. when some bothersome person disrupts you both on a simple date, which is already a clear red warning sign, for the acting grand sage hardly has any time to spare; naturally, his reaction would be to put a complete stop to any and all the flirty remarks towards you with a flat tone.

it’s not the content of the words that make the person making a move on you leave, but the slight menacing edge to al-haitham’s voice, a sign that if they do intend to cross the line more than necessary, he won’t just be using his words.

most would back off after a simple talking-to, but in the case that person doesn’t cease their advance, you can best bet your lover is steering you away immediately. dendro archon forbid they touch you or make you uncomfortable in the slightest, though, or else al-haitham has no qualms contacting the matra or taking matters in his own hands, but this scenario hardly happens often, given his seamless ability to get to the heart of the conflict and uprooting it so that no problems arise.

he’d most likely opt to diffuse the situation by straight-up telling any admirer of yours that you were taken and most definitely not up for grabs.

“they are my lover. since you’re clearly crossing their preferred boundaries and seem ignorant of the fact, i’d advise you to stop making them feel any more uncomfortable.”

though it’s truly difficult to get al-haitham jealous due to the excellent control of his emotions, tempered by his rational thinking, the most you can see of it is how he seems to stay closer to you than usual and the simple but firm link of your fingers as you both continue on your days.

(but if you notice him putting a subtle hand on your waist as you both walk, do try not to comment on it, will you?)

for ayato… er, why have you even bothered? if one even has the nerve to flirt and court the yashiro commissioner’s own partner, then that’d make you either not inazuman, or simply an idiot. it’s no exaggeration, but a simple fact. ayato is by no means a jealous man, but he doesn’t like seeing those not worthy of you hover around you with such impure and unwelcome intentions, so he tells ayaka and thoma, but really, he just wants to call the shuumatsuban on any who dares to even look at you the wrong way.

he bides his time well, approaching your admirer with a genial smile and elegant composure and indulges in small talk, but there’s a chill in the air and the looming feeling of doom as well as his smile that seems to see through any and all actions. its terrifying, really.

it also doesn’t help that he’d be extremely touchy in these moments, seeking to link arms with you and yes, even going as far as to rest his head on your shoulder, a clear indication of exactly how close you two really are. after you introduce him as your lover, at this point, it’s likely that the person making a move on you would back off and run away immediately, for how could they even dare to compete when it’s the yashiro commissioner himself who they’re facing?

he’d gloat silently afterwards in the comfort of his own quarters though, the sight of your admirer cowering like a dog getting cornered by a wolf, ah, truly satisfying. though thoma would eventually tell him to tone down the ‘borderline evil chuckling.’

“my love, have you been well? hm? the change of topic? ah, well, as the saying goes; ‘out of sight, out of mind,’ yes? no need to think about those that’ll only bother you. now, come here, there’s a new hotpot ingredient i’d like you to try… haha, relax, it isn’t dango this time.”

another one with a terrifying reputation and terrifying influence to make even the most daring of your admirers quake in their boots. wriothesley is amused - he gets that there’s hardly any window for romance in such a dreary place like the fortress, but even going as far as to court the duke of meropide’s own spouse? really funny, honestly.

but after the initial wave of amusement, he does take this time to immediately show off his status as your husband, showing off the matching wedding rings and even having the well-deserved nerve to smile and continue on rambling about your marriage, which is clearly a very happy one, judging by the way he presses a lingering kiss to your cheek while maintaining clear eye contact towards the person.

you’d have to wrangle in your husband when you both sleep tonight though, because wriothesley has made it his personal mission for any and all those who wish to covet you to show them that you were his spouse, and no other held your heart or your affections. when morning rises the next day, you promptly leave with a very visible bruise on your neck, and an especially relaxed and happy duke at your heels. most would look away in embarrassment, including your admirers, so that’s that.

“hah, that'll show any of those who have way too much time on their hands to lay their hands off my spouse. what? too brutal? well, sweetheart, what did you expect?”

oh my god lyney. haiz this enigmatic magician… magicians are all about masterfully weaving lies and illusions in order to perform to the top standard, and it's no surprise lyney also uses such methods when dealing with any and all annoyances in your relationship. he can be perfectly fine on the outside, but he has always been good with keeping his more sinister and less than socially acceptable side in check.

in fact, chances are he’d probably charm away your admirer with his own tricks; a wink their way and honeyed suave words to ease their love-struck heart and in seconds your admirer is up and away, promising to leave.

this often gets you disgruntled and in awe of his ‘performance,’ but lyney will always stave off your complaints or questions with a rainbow rose or some other fancy trick of his up his sleeve and guide you away, person courting you forgotten. all according to plan….

in all honesty, lyney isn't as composed about it as he seems. lynette can see it at a glance after you two have separated after the encounter. it shows in the way he broods silently for some time, preferring to divert the attention of such a sore subject away and going about endlessly about what new gifts he might give you or what seat was best for viewing, read: what seat was closest to him, for that matter. her brother was truly such a pain in the neck, and lynette does thank you for making him happy, but really, at this rate, you'd drive him insane by how much sway you hold over him.

“and just a trick of the light here and-! ta-da! a rainbow rose, symbolizing just how much i do adore you, way more than any other! …so don't try to pay attention to them, okay? after all, you've already caught this magician’s eye and heart~”

he can still be pouty and extremely clingy after the encounter though, which carries on whenever he performs any of his shows, where lyney always, always makes one of his acts feature you, be it a simple guess your card trick or his favorite, the one act where he leads you to land up on stage and give him a kiss based on the card’s instructions, it's all to show just how wrong anyone else other than him would make you as elated as lyney does.

@ MHIIEEE 2023 : do not copy, repost or plagiarize my work.

btw can you tell i had fun writing for al-haitham despite the fact that i have never even been remotely interested in him in the entirety of the game

[punkitt-is-here]

LIFE UPDATE!!!! RAGHHH!!!

Okay, so, as some of y'all know, I was fired from my job a couple of months ago. I reapplied, and unfortunately, despite getting an interview, I was turned down. Because of that, I'm going full-time as a self-employed artist. This means I'll be focusing on making fun stuff for my shop, learning better how to ship out items, and doubling down on doing more commissions.

As some of my wonderful commissioners know, I struggle a lot with deadlines and motivation. I have ADHD and even though I'm medicated, it still often gets in my way and kicks my ass often. It's part of why I have such a big struggle when doing commissions; they're hard to motivate myself to do and sometimes require a lot of communication back and forth that I'm just not the best at right now. I would like to say thanks to everyone that's put up with my inability to figure out a decent schedule for commission work, and hopefully everyone who's tried to get art from me will get their stuff very soon!

SO, uh, now that I don't really have a job, what's that mean? Well, I'm going to set a goal to actually make good on my promises for commissionwork. I tend to actually get a lot done in bursts, but they come and go, so I'm going to try and do weekly commissions but with much smaller slots. What I'll be doing is upping the frequency while also limiting the amount I get per-week so I can have a form of consistency with my output. That way, both parties are satisfied and I don't have to keep beating myself up for taking my time because I kept convincing myself I had a big-ass workload I couldn't chip away at.

Part of how I'll be doing this is acting like I still have a job. I'm gonna set aside work hours in the week to specifically work on commissions and shipping and interfacing with clients. I depend on the kindness and goodwill of my incredible followers, so the last thing I really want to do is tarnish that (at least any more than I have; apologies to everyone who's put up with me learning how to run a shop!). I think I'm at a point where I understand a lot of my limitations and abilities, and so I hope going forward I can begin to create a routine for myself and be able to make this something I can do far into the future! If you'd like to support me while I do this wacky lil thing, i've got a ko-fi and now a Patreon! (which I will link in my reblog since I heard Patreon links are weird here on tumblr.) I'm really excited to be launching a patreon. I can't guarantee any specific type of content, but the plan is just to show tiny little previews of stuff early if you're a supporter and stuff like this. I've never had anything of this kind, so I ask for your patience as I work stuff out, but if you feel like supporting me on either platform it'd mean the world to me. Thanks :)

[reasonsforhope]

"Research on a police diversion program implemented in 2014 shows a striking 91% reduction in in-school arrests over less than 10 years.

Across the United States, arrest rates for young people under age 18 have been declining for decades. However, the proportion of youth arrests associated with school incidents has increased.

According to the U.S. Department of Education, K–12 schools referred nearly 230,000 students to law enforcement during the school year that began in 2017. These referrals and the 54,321 reported school-based arrests that same year were mostly for minor misbehavior like marijuana possession, as opposed to more serious offenses like bringing a gun to school.

School-based arrests are one part of the school-to-prison pipeline, through which students—especially Black and Latine students and those with disabilities—are pushed out of their schools and into the legal system.

Getting caught up in the legal system has been linked to negative health, social, and academic outcomes, as well as increased risk for future arrest.

Given these negative consequences, public agencies in states like Connecticut, New York, and Pennsylvania have looked for ways to arrest fewer young people in schools. Philadelphia, in particular, has pioneered a successful effort to divert youth from the legal system.

Philadelphia Police School Diversion Program

In Philadelphia, police department leaders recognized that the city’s school district was its largest source of referrals for youth arrests. To address this issue, then–Deputy Police Commissioner Kevin Bethel developed and implemented a school-based, pre-arrest diversion initiative in partnership with the school district and the city’s department of human services. The program is called the Philadelphia Police School Diversion Program, and it officially launched in May 2014.

Mayor-elect Cherelle Parker named Bethel as her new police commissioner on Nov. 22, 2023.

Since the diversion program began, when police are called to schools in the city for offenses like marijuana possession or disorderly conduct, they cannot arrest the student involved if that student has no pending court case or history of adjudication. In juvenile court, an adjudication is similar to a conviction in criminal court.

Instead of being arrested, the diverted student remains in school, and school personnel decide how to respond to their behavior. For example, they might speak with the student, schedule a meeting with a parent, or suspend the student.

A social worker from the city also contacts the student’s family to arrange a home visit, where they assess youth and family needs. Then, the social worker makes referrals to no-cost community-based services. The student and their family choose whether to attend.

Our team—the Juvenile Justice Research and Reform Lab at Drexel University—evaluated the effectiveness of the diversion program as independent researchers not affiliated with the police department or school district. We published four research articles describing various ways the diversion program affected students, schools, and costs to the city.

Arrests Dropped

In our evaluation of the diversion program’s first five years, we reported that the annual number of school-based arrests in Philadelphia decreased by 84%: from nearly 1,600 in the school year beginning in 2013 to just 251 arrests in the school year beginning in 2018.

Since then, school district data indicates the annual number of school-based arrests in Philadelphia has continued to decline—dropping to just 147 arrests in the school year that began in 2022. That’s a 91% reduction from the year before the program started.

We also investigated the number of serious behavioral incidents recorded in the school district in the program’s first five years. Those fell as well, suggesting that the diversion program effectively reduced school-based arrests without compromising school safety.

Additionally, data showed that city social workers successfully contacted the families of 74% of students diverted through the program during its first five years. Nearly 90% of these families accepted at least one referral to community-based programming, which includes services like academic support, job skill development, and behavioral health counseling...

Long-Term Outcomes

To evaluate a longer follow-up period, we compared the 427 students diverted in the program’s first year to the group of 531 students arrested before the program began. Results showed arrested students were significantly more likely to be arrested again in the following five years...

Finally, a cost-benefit analysis revealed that the program saves taxpayers millions of dollars.

Based on its success in Philadelphia, several other cities and counties across Pennsylvania have begun replicating the Police School Diversion Program. These efforts could further contribute to a nationwide movement to safely keep kids in their communities and out of the legal system."

-via Yes! Magazine, December 5, 2023

[stil-lindigo]

FOR AUSSIE FOLLOWERS - the Albanese government continues to actively perpetuate genocide in Palestine.

In case you haven’t been keeping up, recently;

- Albanese attended a private Katy Perry party funded in part by a prominent Israeli businessman.

-Albanese hasn’t released a single statement pertaining to the NSW policeman who brutally murdered two gay men just before NSW Mardi Gras, nor has he reigned in the NSW police commissioner who treated queer people not wanting police at pride following this tragedy as a major insult.

-Albanese’s office claims they haven’t received any emails asking the Australian government to not support genocide but is actively hanging up on calls.

While taking strong action now, it’s important to recognise and remember for future elections just how Labour sees its constituents.

RELEVANT LINKS FOR SOLIDARITY WITH PALESTINE

[beautylikegrace]

Quartz A-Line Minidress by HOUSE OF CB

[nerdpoe]

The Curse of the Cat (With the Exemption of Selina Kyle) Part 2

Ao3, I lost part 1 but that's fine cuz it's in the Ao3 link I didn't edit this. This is unedited and it is late. Have warmup crack chappie.

She had done her research, hunted down all occult practitioners she could find, and after half a year of slaving away and ignoring all other heists-she’d found it.

The cause of half the population gaining cat ears and tails.

The Infinite Realms, Pandora’s Box.

Granted, it was just a guess, but out of the seventy-nine Occultists she’d cornered and interrogated, the phrase “Pandora’s Box” had left the lips of sixty-two of them.

Was she grasping for straws? Perhaps. But no one had any better ideas, and Selina needed to steal her own cat ears and tail! She was Catwoman! She needed them!

Further research into Pandora’s Box had led her to Pandora, which had led her to the concept of Ghosts, which had branched into Paranormal Researchers, which brought her straight to the Drs Fenton, then the Ghost Zone, then she’d brought that back to the Occultists for them to translate it to the Infinite Realms.

Most of them had gone for drinks after reading that the Fenton’s had made a machine that punched a hole through reality and into the Infinite Realms. Others had sat down and started crying.

Something about powerful, almost-gods residing in that dimension. Whatever. That was for Batman or something, and was none of Selina’s business.

She was currently preoccupied with stealing the strange hovercraft and going into the Infinite Realms, going directly against what every single Occultist had tried to tell her not to do.

But she was Catwoman. She would correct this.

Plus, there were recent posts circulating that Catwoman was appropriating Feline culture, or that she was just cringe. That she was a version of Transracial, like Rachel Dolezal.

Those were unforgivable.

She knew for a fact that her not getting those feline appendages was a mistake. An oversight.

A sin.

And she was going to correct it.

~~~~~~

Bernard woke up feeling…odd.

Tim’s tail was wrapped around his waist, and one hand was lazily running down his ear.

“Hey babe, wake up; a new animal appendage epidemic just dropped.”

Bernard opened his eyes and lifted himself up, bewildered.

Tim smiled down at him.

“Borzoi for you, it seems.”

Bernard yanked the blankets to the side and stared in dismay at the lanky, furry tail that moved in time with his own movements.

“What’s wrong babe?” Tim asked, concerned.

“I’m gonna have to wear one of those new tail nets now.” They were so annoying looking! He didn’t want to!

But dog hair in food!

Tim, the jerk, laughed at him.

~~~~~~

Commissioner Gordon glared at everyone as he walked into work, new ears flat and his new tail straight and still.

He thought he’d dodged this fuckery.

He had not.

German Shepherd. He, a Police Commissioner, was a German Shepherd subtype.

It felt like a jab at him. He didn’t like it.

He slammed his office door shut behind him and sat at his desk, only to hiss and readjust when he sat on his new tail.

That done, he sent out texts to see whether or not his friends and family were going to suffer with him.

He prayed he was not the only one.

~~~~~~

Barbara stared at her legs.

They moved and twitched restlessly alongside her tail.

‘ That’s…a whippet tail, no? ’ She thought in shock, still coming to terms that gaining animal ears and tail had just…given her her legs back.

That couldn’t be all there was to it?

Information. 

She needed information, and the massive computer she used to gather it was in the other room.

She looked at her wheelchair, waiting for her at the side of her bed.

She looked at her legs, which were still twitching with the urgent need to walk, to run, to get up and move-

She swung her legs off the bed, braced, and for the first time since the Joker took it from her, stood up.

She also immediately fell down, because her leg muscles had deteriorated and she’d need to relearn how to use them, but.

But.

For a half a second, she had definitely been standing on her own.

Walking….walking was no longer an impossibility. 

It was just something blocked by physical therapy.

But how did that fit, if she, overnight, had regained the ability to use them at all?

Barbara couldn’t help the laugh that escaped.

She pulled herself to her wheelchair and got in, using the quickest way she had to get to her computers.

First, an appointment with Leslie. Next, research to see if this had happened with any of the Cats.

~~~~~~

Dick woke up to pain in his ear.

He twitched it away from the source of the pain and rolled over-wait.

He…he moved his ear away from the…?

Oh joy of joys, had it finally happened?!

Dick launched himself upright, scaring Haley, who had been chewing on his new ear, and freed himself from the blankets, racing for his bathroom.

He got the the mirror, tail a blur of motion behind him as it wagged with his excitement-oh. Wait. That wasn’t a cat tail?

The wagging slowed down, and Dick took a moment to study it and his new ears.

That…hey! He knew that kind of tail! And those ears!

Haley had them too!

Pitbull! Pittie!

The tail started wagging again and Dick crouched down to play with an excited Haley.

“We have so much in common now! Yes we do! Yes we do!”

Haley was, predictably, ecstatic.

It wasn’t catlike balance or anything, but Dick would take it!

~~~~~~

Leslie Thompkins looked over the MRI results, frowning.

The damage, while there, was heavily diminished. If anything, all Barbara would need was a year or two of physical therapy. 

Then she pulled up Barbara’s research, looking over what had been notated in similar cases with those of Feline Affiliation.

In order for the new tail to grow, it appeared that if there was any damage to the spine, it would be circumvented for the new appendage to properly form. The one’s from the Feline study appeared to be doing well, and there hadn’t been any notes of a random relapse into previous damage.

Magic, apparently, made exactly as much sense as it wanted to at any given time.

Leslie’s own new ears, a Border Collie of all things, were still folded back in her own uncertainty. But she had the evidence she needed, right in front of her.

“...I think it’s safe to say that after a year or two of Physical Therapy, you should be walking and running with everyone else. A year after that, and you might be well enough to fling yourself from rooftops like the others.”

Barbara Gordon was sitting on the exam bed, pale and staring down at her feet, which were still twitching. The result of many, many nerves suddenly receiving signals from a connection that had been lost for so long, none of them knew what to do with the information being presented to them.

Hence, twitching.

Leslie estimated it would wear off in a week or two.

“So. I can tell people and not have to worry about it being…a lie?”

“You can tell whoever you want. Do you want to do that before or after we set up your physical therapy?”

~~~~~~

Selina staggered out of the glider thing, having barely escaped from an angry ghost. God. Thing.

There was no one in the basement, thankfully, and she managed to make her way to a mirror and sink that were off to the side, eager to see what feline traits she’d gained. She hadn’t had any time in the Infinite Realms; she’d been too busy running from threats.

But the mirror did not hold any salvation.

Selina stared at herself in the mirror, the fox ears on her head standing prominent and obvious, and not feline at all.

She turned, looking at her tail-that was a fox tail.

Very, very suddenly, Selina was just. 

Exhausted.

She was going home, and she was going to sleep for a week.

Then, she was going to steal something shiny.

~~~~~~

Clark took the plate of pancakes from Ma, cheerfully handing them over to Pa.

Jon stole one or two of them, his new tail only betraying him with a single wag.

Clark just chuckled, sitting down next to Lois, and felt something in himself settle.

He finally felt like he was Ma and Pa’s son in a way that wasn’t just adoption.

With the exception of Lois and her Lioness ears and tail, everyone in the kitchen at Great Pyrenees ears and tails.

~~~~~~

Seven planets over, Kon stared at his reflection in his guest room.

“Uh…Okay. I. I guess?”

He definitely hadn’t been a furry when he’d gone to bed. Yet, there he stood, with the ears and tail of a Pyrenees dog.

“...This is probably Lex’s fault, somehow.”

[luimagines]

Soulmates from the Start Part 5

Special thanks to the commissioner who paid to have this released earlier than planned. :D

I was going to write it anyway, but now you don’t have to wait as long.

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Content under the cut!

Coming to your senses was a stranger ordeal than you would have imagined it to be.

It started as a dull ache. You felt it in your bones first. Later, you registered the slow dull thunk of your blood being pumped through your body. Suddenly, you felt the ache move through your arms and your legs before it hammered into your skull.

You groan and curl in on yourself. Your hand reaches out in front of you and you’re met with the familiar feeling of grass. Alright, you think, you’re still outside at least. Your hand places itself on your body next. You feel your shirt, your pants- you thump your shoes dully against the ground. You’re still fully clothed.

You try to push yourself up.

The world goes sideways.

You find yourself on the ground again.

With another groan, you lay on the ground and wait for the ache to run its course. You can’t move right now. Not moving is nice. You don’t feel safe to move. But laying down for a little bit, that’s ok. It’s ok to take a moment to collect yourself, you think. You can try to stand up and open your eyes a little bit later. 

Ow. You whine a little. Why am I hurting?

THANK THE GOLDEN GODDESSES YOUR ALIVE!!

You want to wince at the volume that enters your head, but you think that it’s impossible. It’s on your head. You can control the volume. At least you think you can. You’re not ready for the level of energy that enters your consciousness.

Vaguely, you’re aware that your soulmate is sobbing on the other side of your connection. You think you can understand that he’s chastising himself for losing his cool so quickly. But it’s his relief  that threatens to drown you. And yet, you can feel it seep into your own well being and you feel your body relax.

Vaguely, while you’re trying to think about why Link is crying, you try to trace your footsteps to the last time you were awake. Surely this would answer your question. You remember taking a walk. You remember your overwhelming grief. You remember Link talking to you. You remember-

THE SHADOW MAN.

The thought of your recent attack, shoots more adrenaline into your system. You push yourself to your knees, fighting to open your eyes and look around. It’s bright and very green. The sky is blue and the trees around you are tall. Your breath spikes and you feel light headed.

Easy, easy. Link manages to calm himself down enough to feel your own panic. Where are you? What’s the first thing you see?

You take a shaky step behind you, if only to steady yourself. You know you’re still outside but you don’t recognize this forest. You don’t recognize the trail you’re next to. The one by your home was gray from the gravel they used to set it apart but the one here is pure dirt. You’re either in a part of the trail you’ve never been to before, or you’re far from home. You don’t feel like entertaining the second idea.

I don’t know… I’m… going to walk. I’ll see if there’s anything I recognize.

You start walking. The world still feels like swaying but you don’t know how to fix that just yet. Or if there’s even a way to fix it at all.

Darlin’...

Link is speechless- but his relief is crystal clear. You have the vague feeling that there’s more he has to say and there’s many things that he’s struggling to process but you feel better hearing his voice first thing. It’s less scary if you have Link to support you.

Please be safe. He sounds so vulnerable. I’ve never been so terrified before. I can’t lose you.

You nod, not thinking about if he’s able to see it or not. To be fair, that was more or less what I went through when your village was attacked. One moment of panic then silence. It’s just a shame that you had to go through the same thing.

You let the conversation soothe you. There’s so many other things you could be focusing on at this moment. The ache in your head lessens the more you stand and move. Your arms stop hurting only a few minutes after you begin to move again. Your legs protest, no doubt still trying to recover from your frantic sprint but they press on. 

At least the movement allows you to do an internal check up. At best, you’re just sore and bruised. You think there’s a bump on your head from the very hit that knocked you out to begin with but otherwise- nothing lethal. Nothing broken. You’re thankful that your injuries are minor. There are worse things to question. You don’t want to look a gift horse in the mouth.

I hated it. It was the most terrifying 7 hours of my life. Never do that again. Never do that again. Don’t stop talking to me, ok? I need to hear you. I need to hear your voice. I need you to stay.

You hum and agree easily. “Ok.”

Alright. Ok. Good. Great. Thank you. I love you. I don’t want to lose you. I still have to marry you. I still have to see your face. I still have to kiss you senseless from scaring me so badly. I’m never going to let you go, you know that? The SECOND you’re within arms reach, I’m going to hug you and hold and  I’m NEVER going to let you go. So help me. I can’t do this. I can’t do this again. I love you. I love you. I love you.

Your face blushes softly. Guilt aside, your heart still flutters when you hear his words. Despite the circumstance, you feel yourself in a state of calm. Maybe it’s the shock. Maybe it’s the exhaustion. Maybe it was the fact that you finally allowed yourself to sob your heart out earlier. Maybe it’s the fact that someone had to turn you off and on again. Wait- did Link say seven hours?

I love you. I’m ok. Tired and sore but I’m ok.

Are you hurt? Are you bleeding? Is anything broken?

Somehow, a smile blooms onto your face. I’m a little roughed up. But I’m not bleeding. At least I don’t think I am. It doesn’t feel like it. …And no broken bones.

You allow yourself to relax further and find it in yourself to look around and enjoy the scenery. The forest is beautiful. The trees are lush and gorgeous. This is clearly a thriving ecosystem and you’re left wondering why you’ve never seen it before.

Link doesn’t answer you for a while. If anything it feels like he’s just trying to get a grip on himself. You don’t reach out and try to make the connection. It would feel weird to be the one to make the first step, especially since he’s as shaken as he is. But you don’t close the connection. The last thing you want is to push him away again. You don’t like the idea of losing him either.

It was truly a close call.

Despite the fact that you don’t know where the shadow thing went, you don’t want to test fate. You feel braver with the idea that Link is with arms reach at all times- even if he’s not actually next to you.

See anything Darlin’?

You look around again. You had forgotten that you actually had to be paying attention to where you were. You see the same trees, the same dirt, the same blue sky- nothing has changed since you last looked around. There’s not many tracks on the ground either so you don’t know which way the traffic would go. You hope you can find either a river or a town soon. If not soon, then at least before night falls.

You sigh and keep walking. At least your headache is going away now. You’re sure that your legs will be screaming at you tomorrow, but it’s not like you’re in a position to be sitting down and taking it easy.

You just realized that you’ll still need to find food to eat as well you haven’t eaten since your breakfast the day before. Who knows how many hours it’s been since then… At least nine given your walk the day before.

Nothing. You reply to Link. Same trees and dirt path. But nothing that I recognize… How did that thing find me?

Not a clue... But I’m glad that it didn't end worse… My friends are worried about you as well. So… you have to be ok… ok?

No pressure. You try to joke. I’ll do my best but we both know I haven’t exactly received any survival training.

That’s why you have me. Don’t lose contact, ok? I’ll walk you through everything. You’re not alone in this. If you have any questions, and I mean ANY, just let me know. I don’t want anything to happen to you.

You agree without question and take a deep breath to calm yourself.

This is fine, you think. At least it’s peaceful. You can distantly hear the call of the birds and the rustling of the leaves from the breeze. This would be such a lovely place to take a walk- if you knew where you were going, that is.

You hear a horn.

It’s a long, deep note that goes up near the end of the initial call. You’ve never heard it before. 

It instead sends a shiver down through your spine and you stop dead in your tracks. It sounded like it came from your right but you don’t see anything when you look. You hope it had nothing to do with you. For some reason, you feel like walking faster instead of investigating the noise. Surely it would mean that there was someone there, right? Someone who could potentially help you?

You start walking away faster.

An arrow lands an inch away from your toes.

You take off running, quickly followed by what sounds like a thunderous stampede following behind you. 

You feel like you have only yourself to blame. You had let your guard down and allowed a false sense of security to follow you through your mental conversation with Link.

Uh… Link? You take a sharp turn and try to hide behind a large group of rocks. I think I’m being hunted.

….I’m sorry what? Is it the shadow again?

The panic in his voice is palatable.

You try to catch your breath. Your legs are already screaming at you. You’re only grateful that you’ve been walking more and more these days- otherwise you think you would have fallen ages ago.

No idea. I heard a horn and then an arrow shot by my foot. I just took off running.

You catch your breath and quiet down when you hear unfamiliar sounds come around the tree line. Curiously, you turn and poke your head around the rock. The beasts on the other side ring a bell in your mind but you’re not sure why they look familiar to you.

They’re pig-like but short with bigger heads than their bodies. Their arms and legs are thin while their belly is round enough to stick out to compete against their head. One has a large club with spikes on the end of it and the other was most likely the one that shot the arrow at you. It holds its bow over his head- angry at the other for scaring you away. That’s what you’re willing to think anyway.

You frown and try to hide once more behind the rock. You’re struggling to remember the name of the monsters. It’s on the tip of your tongue.

Darling’?... Link says your name hesitantly. Don’t do this to me. What’s happening? What is it?

Sorry- I’m just trying to figure out what I’m looking at. There’s two of them and they’re yelling at each other.

You move away as quietly as you can. You don’t take your eyes off of them even if they begin to move away from your little hiding spot.

It’s only when their ears twitch a bit that the name finally clicks in your head and you gasp, stepping directly onto a twig.

“Bokoblins.”

Both of their heads snap to you.

You freeze as they let out their pig-like screeches.

You have half the mind to grab the stick you stepped on and fight them with it- but you know better. This is not the video games you’ve gotten used to. This is real life. Those are real weapons and they have real injurious intentions.

You start running again,

They give chase and you finally manage to scream.

“Someone help me!” You can’t fight them. You have no weapons. No training. No plot armor that Link has. “They’re going to kill me!”

Another arrow grazes your leg and it nearly throws you off of your balance.  The blood that flows from the cuts seeps into your jeans but you don’t pause to assess the damage. You can’t afford to be caught. They follow you for a moment but it seems as if you might have stepped out of their territory because they give up their chase.

Ok… ok… I think I lost them…

You fall to your knees and pant, fighting for your life. Bokoblins suck. I didn’t think they were as big as they actually were. Did you know they smell? I feel like I’m going to pass out.

Sit down and take slow breaths. Are you sure that you saw bokoblins?

There was no other thing they could have been- but I think they’re gone now.

You take deep breaths and decide that you’re going to take a break for a little bit. You can’t move anymore and you don’t think you have it in you to keep running if anything monster decides to attack. You’re amazed that you’ve lasted this long as it is. You’re calling it freak luck.

The monsters shriek again, enraged and irritated.

A battle breaks out. You can hear them grunt and cry out in pain as something strikes them. It doesn’t last long.

Tired and feeling as if you’re on your last leg, no pun intended, you force yourself to stand and move away.

A boy walks into your line of sight. He’s brunette, wearing brown pants with a green tunic. There’s a sword strapped to his back, covered in what looks like rubies. You don’t recognize him.

He pauses and looks you up and down. “Are you ok?”

You nod and brush your hand down your shirt. “I’m ok… Was that… you, who fought those monsters?”

He nods with a soft smile. “All taken care of. There shouldn’t be any more monsters in the area.”

You nod, calming down.

He steps forward and holds his hands out. “My name is Link.”

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Reblogs are deeply appreciated even if you cannot afford to ask for a commission <3 However, if you'd prefer to leave just a small tip to support me and my art I have a ko-fi too :)

I’d be happy to draw your OC, favourite character or ship for you; you may check out my art tag for other examples of my work on top of what is in this post, as well as previous commissions I had drawn. If you have further questions don’t hesitate to DM me, or send me an email at omaano.art@gmail.com - detailed descriptions, and reference pictures are greatly appreciated! I truy love learning more about your characters and their backstories through the art process :)

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Prices, payment and refund options

All prices are in USD and to be paid through PayPal invoices upfront. Cancellation of the commission is only possible before work on the piece is started. Once the sketch is finalized no refund is possible.

Prices for STYLE 1:

Headshot/bust: sketch $25, lines+flats $35, full render $45

Half-body/waist-up: sketch $35, lines+flats $50, full render $60

Full body: sketch $40, lines+flats $60, full render $80

Prices for STYLE 2 (my painterly style):

Headshot/bust: $60

Half-body/waist-up: $80

Full body: $110

Extra characters are +75%

Simple background is included in the price, anything more complicated (background, very detailed clothing/armour/jewelry/tattoo etc.) can be negotiated for extra ($15+).

DOs and DON'Ts

I WILL draw: fanart, OCs, ships, mild nsfw (e.g. blood, scars, suggestive themes, if unsure pleases ask)

I will NOT draw: mecha, anthro or anything I deem to be harmful content

How it works

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3 minor changes are allowed (e.g. hand placement, flat colours etc) at check-ins with the sketch and colour concepts. Other major changes (like changing the pose after the idea of the sketch is finalized) will cost extra $10.

I have the right to refuse to accept a commission. The work is for personal use only and cannot be used for commercial purposes. I retain rights to the artwork. The commissioned drawing is not to be used in any AI training program or any NFT-related project.

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