return of my legend of zelda au…. haha. i've been wanting to draw more for so long but i've been so busy studying! here's link and zelda discovering a strange temple together (this dungeon is point 8 on the map, but i decided to switch the places of point 7 and 8 so this would actually be the 7th dungeon)
(loz idea masterpost)
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Steve notices when Eddie disappears from the party, almost immediately. Robin and the others are crossfaded and a little weepy, and Steve knows they're excited—and scared. They're all heading out next week, Robin to Chicago, Nancy to New York, Jonathan to California. So they didn't notice it, when Eddie got up for the bathroom and didn't come back.
Steve did. Steve's pretty good at recognizing stuff like that, especially when it's painfully familiar.
He's pretty loud when he crawls through his own bedroom window out onto the roof, loud enough that Eddie startles and drops his cigarette onto the asphalt shingles.
"H-Hey!" he says, all false cheer despite the croak in his voice and the sniffling—the way he wipes quickly at his face.
"Hey," Steve says, going for softness and compassion. God knows he's spent many a night out here crying by himself. He doesn't want Eddie to think he's being a dick about it. "You okay?"
"Yep!" Eddie says, pitched too high and the words crack between his lips. "Totally fine! I'll come down in a bit so—"
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Eddie's teeth clack together when he shuts his mouth, falling into silence as Steve settles down at his side. Neither of them say anything. Faintly, they can hear the murmur of their friends' voices, mixed with the summer night call of forest frogs and bugs. Steve thinks about chasing fireflies in the back yard when he was little, how the dark woods are near impenetrable to Steve now, the boyhood security long stripped from him.
Beside him, Eddie wipes at his face again, his elbow brushing Steve's arm because Steve's sat himself so close. Steve, carefully not thinking about it, leans over—further and further—until his head hits Eddie's shoulder.
The sound Eddie makes is soft and broken, so Steve tucks himself even closer into Eddie's side, arm going around his back, and closes his eyes just so he could overwhelm himself with the warmth radiating from Eddie, the smell of soap and sweat and weed, the feel of Eddie's hair on his head when Eddie bows his head as he cries, hair long and curtaining the two of them—Eddie keeping Steve, pulling him in to witness his private grief.
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Damn, Nadja should get to fight more often. Seeing her tear through that medical staff like tissue paper was magnificent. It's even sweeter that she did it to protect the guy who spent multiple seasons protecting her. As much as she craps on him, Guillermo really is a part of her family, and no one fucks with her family.
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the pure vessel training with the 5 great knights
another friend on discord asked me to do this
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My two most reliable fail-safes for a lack of writing motivation are:
Tell myself I only have to write for 5 minutes and then I can stop if I'm not feeling it.
Go absolutely hog wild with writing the most unabashedly over-the-top, self-indulgent prose imaginable.
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Me trying to find any evidence at all of the New York Rangers ever playing in Staten Island
Me realizing the vampire dick joke show gaslighted me into doubting the hockey facts tattooed inside my own skull
Okay, mega hockey fan on the WWDITS writing staff, you got me. Nandor really needs to stop hypnotizing everyone on Staten Island...
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