#noNONONONONONONONONONO

[annabannnananana]

don’t you just hate it when a certain moot whose blog has a certain theme/aesthetic that is so throughly burned into their blog that it is now the only aesthetic you associate with them

just go ahead and fucking

CHANGE THEIR ENTIRE BLOG THEME.

pfp, colors, header, bio & blog title, EVEN PINNED POST

AUUUGHHHJJHHHH ILL NEVER BE ABLE TO LOOK AT YOU THE SAME,, I CANT EVEN RECOGNIZE YOU,,,,, YOU LITTLE SHART

^ @bingbammboom & @drxgonspine

[dizzybizz]

BRO CAN U IMAGINE THE PAIN THAT THE CAR RIDE HOME WOULD BE OMFG I

kazuki being so close to just crumbling, hands wrapped so tightly around the wheel his knuckles turn white, fighting back tears the entire way home

rei looking out the window, not watching- just looking and not processing anything he sees because he has so many feelings at once

and theyre both just silently acknowledging and ignoring each other, just letting themselves work through their thoughts and feelings,,, but they also don't know what there is to say or do,,,

[your-local-grinning-cat]

Comes in with cupcake that taste Che'nya's favourite favor

Hey Che'nya that you are high? But have a cupcake

@best-baker-of-the-heartslabyul

*squints*

TRRrrrrrrreeeeyyYyyyyyyYYyyyyyy……….,,,,….

*looks at cupcake*

*looks at Trey*

*looks at cupcake*

*looks at Trey*

*looks at -*

NO! YOU ARE THE FUN SUCKERRRRRR!!!!!

IT’S A TRICKKKKKKK!!!!! TRICKSY HOBBITSES!!!!

YOU’LL TRY TO UNCATNIP ME!!!!

NooooOOOOOOooooo!!!!!!!!!

I GOT PERMISSION!!!!! MY HIGHNESS GAVE MY PERMISSION!!!! @disgruntled-prince TOLD ME I COULD!!!!!! 😾😾😾😾

LIONS BEAT CLOVERS!!!!!!!

MY HIGHNESS WINS!!!!!!!!!¡¡!!!

*knocks everything Trey has put on the table onto the floor and disappears in a puff of smoke that smells distinctly of catnip*

[sunnibits]

NO NO NO NO NO NOT THE “CHARACTER GETS SHOT BUT HIDES IT FROM THE REST OF THE TEAM” TROPE FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF

[prettyboysmlm]

oh no. i. oh no.

[sluttish-armchair]

fuuuuucking HELL I forgot I had fish puns in there

[fluffydragonchips]

I DID NOT MEAN TO REBLOG THAT

[quipxotic]

I hate this. I hate this. I don't even have claustrophobia and I hate this.

[t4tbedehopmar]

NO.

[yiffterrorist]

Oh fuck

[bornsexyesterday]

aaaAAAAAAAAAAAA

[lonely-space-ace]

Ashton: *steps forward*

Bells Hells: nonononononoNONONONONO

[thestormynobody]

Sunrise Eight

You awaken in a clearing; which doesn’t seem quite right. Weren’t you doing something? You were…right? Keeping watch maybe? You failed that one if that’s the case. It’s also blindingly bright as if it were midday. Surely someone would have woken you up by now? If you were to reach Bambouche in a reasonable amount of time you needed to keep to the travel schedule. Odile was pretty clear about that. So then why—?

The party bustles around camp. They smile and greet you but it sounds distant like you’re hearing their voices from underwater. Maybe you’re still groggy? The trees bear in on you. It feels cramped and yet everyone seems impossibly far away. Isa and Bonnie are talking but you can’t make out the words. Odile has her back to you.

A shadow falls over you and you look up. Mirabelle.

“Good……………………..more like………….afternoon?”

“....What?” Your head hurts.

"Were you……That's just like you…..at a time like this"

“Mira— I don’t—? What are you saying?” This isn’t right. Where are the others? They were just here but you don’t see them anywhere.

"I guess that's....some rest while we can! …..ready for tomorrow"

Wait. No. That’s—

“So we can finally face against the King!”

No.

Mirabelle goes rigid and her expression blank and in a voice that isn’t hers:

“You’ll be going back! Back to when everything started!” “I know you thought your quest is over, but it can’t be!”

No.

“Somethings broken, somethings failing, rotting!!!!

No No No NO NO NO NONONONONONONONONONONO The trees are gone. Mira is gone. There are only all too familiar black walls and the smell of burnt sugar.

you feel a tug on your stomach you feel a tug on your stomach you feel a tug on your stomach you feel a tug on your stomach you feel a tug on your stomach you feel a tug on your stomach you feel a tug on your stomach you feel a tug on your stomach you feel a tug on your stomach you feel a tug on your stomach you feel a tug on your stomach you feel a tug on your stomach you feel a tug on your stomach you feel a tug on your stomach you feel a tug on your stomach you feel a tug on your stomach you feel a tug on your stomach you feel a tug on your stomach you feel a tug on your stomach you feel a tug on your stomach you feel a tug on your stomach you feel a tug on your stomach you feel a tug on your stomach—

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

“Woah!!!! Sif!!” Isabeau just barely manages to catch hold of the collar of Siffrin’s cloak before they tumble out of the tree they were sitting in. Their arms flail wildly, their eye wide. Isabeau manages to haul them back onto the tree branch. “You okay there bud?”

They just stare at him wide-eyed for several long moments. Their whole body was shaking slightly.

“....Sif?”

“.....”

“Siffrin, are you with me?”

“......”

Slowly, carefully he reaches his hand out. He hesitates for a moment then gently touches their shoulder. “Sif. Hey. It’s okay.”

They blink. Once. Twice. “I-Isa?”

He offers them a smile tinged with worry. “Scared me there for a second. Gotta be careful sleeping in trees. You…” he trails off as they reach their hand up to where his own hand rests on their shoulder. For a moment he wonders if they’re going to move it off of themself. Should have asked. Instead they just kind of rest theirs over his as if confirming it's real. He can still feel them shaking slightly.

“You’re real…right? I need you to be real.” Their voice is small and strained…desperate.

Oh Change, that could just about break his heart. Throwing caution to the wind he pulls them into himself; hugging them tightly. “Yes, I’m real. I’m here Sif. I’m here.”

They collapse into him.They breathe in. And out. The two sit quietly for a bit. Allowing Siffrin some time to center themself.

“Nightmare?”

They give a barely perceptive nod.

“Wanna talk about it?”

They immediately shake their head no but then seem to think better of it. “I thought I was back in the loops.”

Oh. Yeah. That makes sense. “I can understand why you panicked….this isn’t the first time is it?” He’d seen how tired they looked. Noticed how often they offered to keep watch. He hadn’t pressed them on it before but in hindsight it made sense they’d have nightmares after everything they’d been through. He still didn’t have many of the details but he knew enough to know anyone would have come out of that situation with a fair share of trauma.

“No, it's not the first time…” they mumble into his chest.

“I wish you’d told me! I could’ve helped!”

“They weren’t so bad at first. I knew I was dreaming the first couple times. I didn’t-—want to bother anyone with it.”

“Sif—” Change can be hard. He can’t expect Siffrin to have completely shifted their mindset overnight. He knew firsthand how hard it is to talk to people when you feel like your problems make you a burden.

“I know!” They realize how loudly they spoke and more quietly repeat: “I know. I’m trying. I just— didn’t think it was a big deal. I thought maybe they’d go away the further out we got from Dormont but—”

“Instead they’ve been getting worse.”

“...yeah.”

There must be something… “Hm…Oh! How about this? We come up with some kind of codeword. Something you didn’t hear in the Loops so if you wake up thinking you’re back we can prove that you’re out?”

“Like what?”

“Waffles.”

They blink up at him looking mildly befuddled “Why waffles?”

“I like waffles!” A small smirk plays across his lips “Are you saying my suggestion is…wafful?”

“Pfft…hahahaha—” they laugh as if it was the funniest joke they’d ever heard. It takes them a moment to regain composure. They catch their breath, “Stars..”

Success. “Alright, alright, how about….sunrise? Cause um— it's a new day after the bad ones?”

“I may not need it every time but maybe-I can ask how many sunrises it's been since the loops sometimes?”

“Of course”

“.....how many has it been?”

“Eight.”

“Eight.” they repeat softly. One day the number of sunrises it’d been since the loops will out number the number of loops. That day was a long way off but it was a start.

The two sit in silence for a bit til he feels them squirm a bit and realizes he still has them trapped in a hug and quickly releases them. “Ah! Sorry Sif!”

“S’okay, just lemme move into a more comfortable position.” They scoot so they’re beside him then lean against him.

He tries not to appear too flustered about the fact they are actively choosing to remain in very close physical contact. He was not expecting this though it is not unwelcome. They still hadn’t really talked about what exactly they were. Friends? Well obviously. Something more than that though? Maybe???? Now was hardly the time to bring it up though. Sif still needed time, and he was willing to wait as long as they needed him to.

He rests his arm around them. A safety net so they don’t fall again. “You can get some rest if you need to. I’ll take over keeping watch and if you have another nightmare I’ll be right here.”

They don’t protest this proposal and instead shift even more so they are practically laying on him. “Mmkay…” they say sleepily. They’re quiet for a long moment. Long enough he thinks they must have fallen asleep but then they say: “....thank you Isa.”

“Of course.” The two of them look out into the night sky. The stars were especially beautiful tonight. He watches as Siffrin lazily traces a pattern in the air between a few of them. Following their gaze he can just about make out a shape. Though he’s not sure of what.

“...it's a constellation. The little bear. You use their tail to find your way home…”

He starts to ask them what they mean but he realizes they have fallen asleep. Well. That’s okay. He looks out into the sky. It was no wonder Sif loved them so much. They were really quite pretty.

One day they’d talk about feelings and patterns and futures. But for now. There were stars.

Ok, so its probably a stretch to say this is Isatmonth prompt: Isabeau when I was already writing this before hand but hush Siffrin having nightmares post loops is a pretty common headcannon but I wanted to throw my hat in the ring so here we are. Huge props to Mos2.5 and Bethany from Isatcord for helping me workshop the keyword and to Nube for helping me with grammar. Commas my enemy....

[majorproblems77]

Taken by nightmares

TW - nightmares, Cia being creepy, warriors gets bullied by his own brain 101, warriors get his soul stolen (in the dream F), Sky gets a little present, but its not pleasant, blood

Running running running

He was running out of time

Time ticked forward. The flames rose higher. The pain in his soul turned sickly.

"LINK!"

Turning around he found a monstrous beast.

Ganondorf.

The glow of the stolen fragments of the triforce shone from his head as the beast stomped forward. But he felt frozen in place.

Impa lay still on the ground nearby. He was too late to save her.

He raised the master sword in front of him, her glow reflecting in the beast's eyes. A final light in the darkness that was consuming the world around them as it fell away in pieces. The screams of his fellow soldiers echoed through the abyss as the wind picked up into a torrent of pain and destruction.

"You have failed."

A sickening voice echoed from behind him. Female....

Cia...

Unable to move he found hands tracing up his arms as nails dug into his flesh. slow steady footsteps filled his ears as she came into view. Her eyes glowed crimson as she tilted her head and smiled.

"You caused this pain." she smiled. Plaicing a hand to his chin as she drew herself into his face. He could feel the blood rushing to his ears. "You should have given yourself to me. It would have made this so much easier..."

He couldn't speak. He couldn't get away.

Trapped.

Alone.

"My chosen one, my perfect soul. Give yourself to me."

He struggled, he cried, but no noise came out.

Let me go! Let me go!

"Your gods can't hear you now..." She giggled, as she took a step back from him, "By my guiding hand, you are mine to the end!" Turning to him she raised her staff, a dark red mist emanating from its gemstone. Stretching across from her and ensnaring him in its grip.

Gold light begain to stretch across his body, "I will manipulate you into my image. And together my hero we shall rule this world."

Nonononononononononono

Let him go!

"..nk"

He could feel his very essence being drawn from him as the darkness began to seep into his bones.

"....ink..."

Just another sacrifice for her war.

Just another one converted to her perfected image...

"LINK!"

Bolting upright the first thing he did was grab the thing in front of him. Turning it around as a scream of pain left it. Green and red filled his vision as gold joined it.

"Link it's okay!"

"NO! NO I WONT BE A PUPPET! I WON'T BE PART OF YOUR PERFECT IMAGE!" He gripped tighter. forcing the object into the green fabric. Another sound reached his ears. Another yell. More pain more suffering.

"Sky can you get free?"

Sky?

"No."

Sky? Sky... Sky...

The next thing he registered was a knife in his hands. A blade pressed against skin. Panicked voices.

"Step back. You're scaring him." A calm voice, unwavering and unafraid.

Who were they ? They wanted to kill him. They were going to kill him or take him to Cia or or or...

"Link. It's okay. The threat has passed." He pushed the steel against the man's neck. "Put the knife down. No one is going to hurt you."

Dusty blond hair filled his vision. As he registered the wrist in his hand roll slightly.

"Who do you work for?" His voice was low, and the knife pressed tightly against his neck. "You have five seconds."

"I work for Hylia. My name is Link. Like yours. I'm a hero from an age before yours." The man spoke plainly and slowly.

Other Links? Other Links...

the chain...

He moved the knife away slowly but The man did not relax. "Put the knife down, captain. It's okay..."

"Its okay... ITs okay.... Its okay..." Slowly repeating it to himself he moved the blade ever so slowly away from his neck. Watching for sudden movements.

The shift of grass from a boot...

On instinct, he turned the blade and stabbed quickly. Finding his blade stopped short of the man's neck by his own arm. Which was now dripping crimson red blood.

Pushing the man to the ground he jumped on top of him, removing the blade from his arm and trying to space it into the neck where it would be safest.

If they can't talk they can't tell. If they can't tell they can't find you.

The man below him pushed away at his arms, pain ghosted his features as he found leverage and twisted his body sending him to the ground. The man above him pinned him down, his arms placed above his head as he felt something heavy collapse across his legs.

"Warriors! It's me! Sky!" The piercing blue eyes looked down at him.

Sky... Sky....

Sky!

He let out a gasp before looking towards the skyloftian again. "Sky?"

"Yep. Thats me. You back?"

Everything came rushing back to him. He'd attacked Sky. He'd almost killed him.

Dear hylia....

"Sky?"

"You had a bad dream, that knocked your senses for a bit." The skyloftian smiled. and offered him a hand.

He offered him a hand?!

His eyes fixed to the skyloftians bracer where blood pooled around some damage. He didn't say anymore. Turning away. "I'm sorry..."

He felt a pat on his shoulder. "I'm okay." You could hear the grimace in his voice. Trying to hide the pain. "Get some rest, we can talk in the morning."

Why would he want to talk to him in the morning?

"I almost killed you!" He spoke to the air. His voice filled with shock as a hand raised to his lips.

"You were taken by a nightmare. That is not your doing." Sky's voice was unwavering and calm.

How could he be so calm at a time like this?

"I...." He tried again.

"No. Get some rest. We will talk in the morning."

Curling up on his side he spoke no more, but he would not sleep either. The threat of nightmares returning too close for comfort.

[tristyndaroo01]

NONONONONONONONONONONO-

[garbagechocolate]

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