#old days of discord btw

[nyxypoo]

MY WEIRD THEORY ABOUT YOU is ummmmm well i don’t know if it counts as weird but i did have a question about your alias nyx 😔😔😔 did you choose it because of nyx cosmetics or is it an actual name

neither but a bit of the second one ig? one of my friends used to use nex as her alias and one day we were just chatting and accidentally misspelled it as nyx, thought like wait that's kinda cool, searched what it meant and thought wait that's actually cool and then couldn't agree on who got to use it as their new alias SOOO we rushed to change our discord users and whoever did first got it. i won and it kinda just stuck yk

[zytes]

9.16.24 / 9.17.24 - september supermoon

[cherrirui-official]

Old Friendlocke dw au doodles ahaha

Abilities + Twisted designs below @saltydkart-reblogs

[i-am-the-balancing-point]

I am, once again, thinking about

✨her✨

[almalex24]

happy birthday to me finishing crosscode by the way

[b-rainlet]

The way women experience horror is so much more interesting than men

[mbat]

i have never had as hard of a time making friends in a fandom as i have with the WoW fandom lmao i cannot find any active discords that arent basically just people asking for help with the game in some way and not much else

where are the weird queers. thats how i make friends in every fandom. where are my weird queers

im stuck with my brother who constantly tells me to change literally every single aspect about how i play this game no matter how much i refuse to because his way of playing isnt fun for me lmaoo

[mafufuu]

omg the silly alan unfortunately

[jessaerys]

heard ariana grande's side to side in public the other day which btw is an eight year old song. feel old yet. anyway nicki's bar "wrist icicle ride dick bicycle" keeps ricocheting in my brain like a cursed screensaver ever since. like i know what it means, right, it's two images: a diamond bracelet = riding dick, expensive gifts beget sexual enthusiasm. not a particularly original sentiment in the girlpower pop/rap genre. and yet it's like in the great library of babel minaj stumbled upon the single most sublimely succinct and uncanny way to express that idea if she were an alien or perhaps an ai pretending to be human. by which i do not mean it is bad, in fact far from it - the clever wordplay, the rhyming, the off-kilter syllable stress (wrist / i-ci-cle / ride / dick / bi-cy-cle) the way in which a complex societal idea is conveyed in two descriptive nouns. and yet it is truly skin-crawlingly unpleasant to hear: the kiki -cle and -r -i sounds incongruously intermingling with the bouba -b and -d sounds all coming together to create something akin to a symphony in a minor key, masterfully consonant but nonetheless intrinsically upsetting to some visceral part of the auditory branch of our neural networks (wait actually i just fact checked this and turns out the minor keys being innately evocative of negative emotion in humans is a misconception and it actually has more to do with cultural associations. but for the sake of this post let us move on) anyway and that's just on a strictly aural plane, without going into the -CHRIST i'm So stoned- into the gleefully, almost purposefully discordant images infused into words that are meant to be sexy. i'm talking about the principle of writing wherein a metaphor, albeit a metaphor, carries itself a nonfigurative image that must be wielded with awareness lest the nonfigurative image contravenes the mood one attempts to convey. by which i mean, you can't write, "the pie was pleasantly warm like that first morning piss" well i mean, yes, you can, but the actual evocative impetus on the literal image inside the metaphor does distract one from the idea of a pleasant pie if that is what one is trying to get at, edgy narrators and piss kink georges nonwithstanding

[odysseyeurobeat]

Whatever Happened to Eurobeat Brony?

…and what's up with this Vtuber girl on the bottom of the picture?

I'll explain in a moment, though be forewarned: It's less climactic than you may think it is! (Warning: Contains pre-transition photos and footage of me!)

TL;DR

I never really left! I just started making more originals, got really into streaming and Vtubing, and came out as a woman. I've even still made a few Eurobeat Brony tracks in all of that— like I said, I never really left! I've even got a 2025 version of an old track lined up to release TOMORROW! And if the show re-inspires me, I'll release tracks as Eurobeat Brony again.

NOW FOR EXCRUCIATING DETAIL

It's me! I'm Eurobeat Brony!

...or, rather, I should explain how we got there from here, right?

BRONY BEGINNINGS

I've been making eurobeat music and releasing it on the internet for many years— some of the earliest instances of my work specifically in the genre are still up from 2006. So, I've been active as Odyssey Eurobeat for FAR longer than I've been Ken Blast (short for Kendra btw!), and longer still than Eurobeat Brony.

In 2010, my family lost my grandfather on my mom's side to pretty severe malpractice, and I turned towards cartoons and animation to cope during my first semester of classes at SJSU. In that time, I discovered some of the early threads floating around about the first few episodes of My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. Curious due to the inclusion of Lauren Faust's name on the series, I explored it a bit. In early 2011, I created a remix of "Evil Enchantress" from the episode introducing Zecora, which (to my understanding) is the first documented "brony music" song on the internet in terms of publication date! The rest was history— several remixes of the show's songs, a handful of originals (Luna, Diamond Dogs, Batty, Fly... and, of course, DISCORD!), performances all around the world... dare I say it, I had the tiniest taste of the rockstar lifestyle!

I'd go so far as to say, it felt like the mid-late 2010s were some of the highlights of my career! Performing for huge crowds, collaborating with folks, traveling the world, and all focused on a show that made dark days brighter when I needed that the most.

During this time, for BronyCon 2018 and 2019, I wanted to make a gesture of love and gratitude for folks still supporting my work and shows— in 2018 I created a new version of Luna, and in 2019 I created my best version of Discord to this day, the one I think encompasses my original intentions for the first version… Discord 2019.

Keep that in mind going forward, it'll be important later.

So, where did I go after all that? Did I dramatically depart from the fandom? Did I get bought out by another scene? Did my music interest drastically change?

...no! Honestly, I never left!

FROM 2019 ON

After Discord 2019, my focus shifted back to original works for a while. 2019 in particular was the year I began to work full-time as a musician instead of pursuing digital marketing positions, or driving for DoorDash. It was not for lack of love of the show, but I did feel like I could do a lot more creative work if I wrote about more ideas and concepts than MLP tended to focus on. Besides, these newfangled Vtubers seem to be really cool, perhaps I could get into that!

As well, I had spent a large portion of the 2010s silently battling gender dysphoria, planning multiple times to come out and begin HRT, each time finding excuses or losing my nerve or just plain failing to do so. It took the lockdowns of 2020 and getting Covid in early 2021 to finally impart the fact that I am not owed tomorrow, and that I'd need to fight for it. Once I recovered, I began the work towards starting my medical and social transitions, and on May 26 2021, I came out as a woman live on my Twitch stream (since, well, this would be where I'd be the most visible... they'd see the transformation one way or another)!

SO, EUROBEAT PEGASISTER THEN?

Naw. "Eurobeat Brony" still feels right, somehow.

AH, OKAY. PLEASE DO GO ON.

At any rate, my focus shifted away from MLP for a while, focusing on streaming on Twitch and producing original works. However, this wouldn't last— after a while, I was reached by Step 2 Harmony, the My Little Pony Cover & Cosplay group, about creating an updated version of my remix of Mirai Start (the opening theme for the show in Japan). We worked on the remix... then got to chat further, until I had the honor of joining them on stage to perform the choreography live at Ponyville Ciderfest 2021!

In the next year, TanMansManTan, a long-time host of my earliest brony work, decided to revamp his YouTube channel, which meant delisting the earliest versions of my work. He sent me the video files as best he could, and I hosted the new versions of those videos on my YouTube channel, as well as a new remix of Vylet Pony's incredible anthem "Antonymph", which I designed to contain the spirit of old Super Ponybeat work in the lens of recent production knowledge. If I was going to keep being invited to brony conventions, it felt like the least I could do was throw some love to the scene and its innovators.

(In fact, during this time of fewer releases, I often sought out new releases from other musicians active in the scene to play in my sets!)

OKAY SO... WHY TALK ABOUT THIS NOW?

So.

Remember when I mentioned creating updated versions of my work for BronyCon 2018 and 2019?

This year, I was scheduled to perform at Babscon 2025, but the convention maliciously fired its concert lead three weeks before the convention. In solidarity, every single musician on the lineup withdrew from the convention. Most of that lineup joined her for her amazing Neighhem concert held in nearby Redwood City, and I was honored to be the final act of that show.

...and a little song of mine I had been working on for Babscon up to that point, made it into the show. And now, it's finally fully ready.

At 12:30PM PDT on May 30, 2025, I will release the 2025 version of Batty. I would be honored for you to enjoy this new version of the song, a gesture of love to a scene in which I grew tremendously, and to which I owe a tremendous amount of gratitude.

This song will be available on platforms like iTunes, Spotify, TIDAL, etc... but in traditional Super Ponybeat fashion, the song will be available for free/name-your-price on Bandcamp. Please enjoy the song as much as you want, and support it if you can!

THE FUTURE OF EUROBEAT BRONY

...it sounds so official typing it out, right? 😅

It's here that I make a confession— I never did finish the show. I had a handful of remixes I cancelled or never really got around to, an original idea or two I never built out... and while I was further along in the series than I thought, I still don't have everything from the show. When I have a moment to do so, I'd like to finish the series, and remix any songs that particularly stick out to me

At the very least, I'd like to remix the ending song, "The Magic Of Friendship Grows". However, I don't want to start that until I've watched the series up to that point. I'd like the other songs in the show to catch my interest first so, if I do decided to take a crack at them, I can. I'd like to give the show room to inspire me one more time, y'know?

That said, finding the time for that may be difficult. I've never been busier in my life than I've been lately, and time for consuming media has been a little limited (when I do, it tends to be other Vtubers lately). The possibility of me never getting around to it is nonzero.

But I tell you what gives me hope.

I mentioned Neighhem earlier, yeah?

It was here, not at the final BABSCon, where I reconnected with so many brony musicians, modern and legacy, that I remembered what drew me here in the first place. Spending time with everyone, some I hadn't seen in years, others I hadn't met yet, sparked something in me I hadn't felt quite the same since the early 2010s. It felt like a home away from home.

There's something to this horse business that disarms, that gives us a second to pause and hear others out, to become interested in their lives for a second. It's a feeling I've lacked in the 2020s, and one I've direly missed.

That feeling hasn't left me yet, either. Somehow, I still have that little spark in me from that night. And while it's still here, I want to try.

For some of you, Eurobeat Brony was your introduction to eurobeat (still wild to me to think that!!!); for others, EbB was a fun association with the show or fandom. For a surprising many of you, that name still holds quite a bit of value. It has some for me, too.

So... yeah. That's where I've been. And I'd love to have you with me from here, too. If you're down to see the Vtuber stuff, if you're down to hear my new original work (I just did a hyper techno track with a fantastic rapper friend!), then my central hub (you can choose which socials or other things to check out from here, at least!) would be odysseyeurobeat.com! Or you can check out my Twitch, Twitter, Bluesky, or even the very same YouTube channel I used for Super Ponybeat material all these years.

Whether you're a modern Oddity (Oddities are Odyssey fans!), an old MLP fan, or someone else entirely, I cannot thank you enough for having enjoyed my work for even a portion of your day, week, month, year, life. I genuinely never thought I'd be this far along, that music would be a full-time endeavor that's actually working. I am immensely grateful to you all. 💖

[t-hal-mothman]

LMAO

I heard a funny joke today about my obsession with mothmans… and joked that I hadn't gone far over the years XD And then I remembered how I drew 2 different versions of the Moth Dib back in 2023 (this is from my old fanfiction btw)!! I was inspired by the joke, so I decided to pull both of these arts out of the I-won't-show-anyone-anything-drawer and show it!! THANKS TO THIS JOKER, I wouldn't show it without him, as it are unfinished and untidy to this day. I'm pretty sure that at least people in the discord where I was a member saw these artworks when I first drew them, so most likely these pictures will not be new to my mutuals 1/2 - back somewhere in winter 2023

(2/2 - was here)

[ohdeerfully]

Can I request Alastor baking or cooking for reader? Maybe making one of his old mother recipes for reader while he wears a silly apron or something? I'm loving all of your one shots!

☀️ anon

short but sweet!! i made it a human al story, hope thats cool! i really enjoyed writing this one but now i want cookies (,:

btw tumblr is really lacking with human alastor gifs so sorry guys

Sweet Treat

Human!Alastor x Reader (fluff)

TW: reader is implied female but pronouns arent used/doesnt effect story much. other than that none!

join my discord!

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Alastor was always aware of your wants and desires as if the glasses he wore helped him read directly into your mind. You were tired? Okay, the bedsheets were freshly dry and warm. You were hungry? He already had a pot of aromatic food cooking in your kitchen. Thirsty? Here’s some ice water. Headache? Oh, here’s a remedy that he learned from a traditional healer in the city. 

You get the idea.

You had come home from a long day of work at the speakeasy you performed in, a hankering for something sweet filling your mind as your mouth watered at the idea of sugary goodness. You fiddled with your keys for a little, eyes slightly bleared from both a mixing of light alcohol consumption and just general sleepiness. No, those are your work keys… no, that’s to your office… Finally, you grasped your manicured fingers over the correct silver key and jittered it into the hole.

You slumped your body against the door dramatically as you pushed it open, a loud sigh escaping your lips to announce you were home. You knew Alastor was already home, seeing as his shoes were tucked neatly in the nearby rack and jacket hung up against the wall. Usually Alastor would join you when you were at work late, both to watch you perform and to walk you home, but he had been caught up with his own work and likely got home not long before you. A light smile dusted your face as you recalled how desperately sorry he sounded when he phoned you a few hours ago—it was sweet. 

Your own heels were unceremoniously kicked off in the general direction of the shoe rack—you’d fix them up later. Right now, you were mostly focused on the sound of a spoon scraping against a bowl as Alastor was doubtlessly stirring something. Your interest was piqued, and your stomach growled at the idea of food.

“Ah, you’re home a bit early,” He said as you rounded the corner, your gaze immediately fixating on the mixing bowl propped against the junction of his elbow as he stirred with his other hand. There was a plume of flour resting against the left rim of his glasses. “A bit too early for my surprise.” 

Your eyes then traveled down to the apron he wore, a black one that had a silhouette of a deer and text that read “best buckin’ cook.” You had gotten it for him as a joke for your anniversary due to his fondness for hunting and deer.

“Yeah, Ms. Ruby let me off early if I performed a couple songs in a row,” There was an eye roll as you said this. You pursed your lips as you approached him, gingerly taking his glasses off to clean the mess from the glass. His eyes held a slight squint as he looked at you, slightly unfocused without his aides. “I’m guessin’ you knew I’d want something sweet, then?”

A smirk crossed his lips as if you asked the most obvious question in the world. Which, considering how he always knew what you wanted, it kind of was the most obvious question in the world.

“What kind of suitor would I be if I didn’t know what my darling desires?” He leaned a little closer as he spoke, halting the stirring motion. His voice had dropped to a teasing husk, and your ears tingled at the hint of that Cajun accent you loved so much. It didn’t help that you were just a tad loopy with alcohol.

“And I love you for that,” You said, trying to ignore the heat in your face. You pressed the glasses back against his face, using your finger to push them up the bridge of his nose whilst simultaneously gently moving his face away from your own. “As soon as I wanted a treat I knew I’d come home to one.”

“It also helps that you always want one when you work late, love,” He mused, turning away and walking back to the counter that had a splay of ingredients. There was also a mess of flour—likely from the same incident that dirtied his glasses—but you bit back a comment. You knew he’d clean it up after.

With a hop you had sat yourself on a tall chair next to the kitchen counter, elbows resting on the cold granite top as you watched him work on mixing in the rest of the ingredients. He seemed a little nervous now that you were watching him, his stirring a bit stiff and measuring a little overanalyzed, but he kept working nonetheless.

The oven chimed when the preheating was done, and at that point Alastor was already in the process of portioning out little balls of dough. A proud smile donned his face.

“I think this is the fastest I’ve gotten to this point,” He claimed, not looking up from the task in front of him. You loved the way his brown hair fell in neat, light curls over his eyes. His glasses had begun to slip slightly down his nose, but he quickly pushed them back with a knuckle. “I nearly beat the timer.”

With an absent nod and quiet ‘congrats’ you eyed the nearly empty bowl and the discarded rubber spatula that sat nearby with velvety, doughy sweetness still clinging on the edges. You slowly raised your hand and inched towards it.

A hand snatched it up at the last second, and you slumped backwards in the chair with a defeated whine. Alastor waved it at you with a teasing grin. 

“So greedy,” He chided, although he did so unseriously. “I can’t believe you would spoil the taste before I even finished baking them… after I worked so hard…” There was a fake pout in his voice as his lips turned down, one hand on a hip and leaned against the counter behind him. You rolled your eyes in response and folded your arms.

“You know it never even tastes the same when it bakes,” You pursed your lips as you looked away from him towards the oven. You could see the faint silhouette of the cookies he had put in just a minute ago, now slowly flattening. “C’mon… Just a sample… please?” You drew out your plea, pressing your face between your hands as you tried your best to look at him with wide cutesy eyes.

It didn’t seem to work on him in the slightest, as he only looked down on you with a raised eyebrow. There was, though, a soft change in his brown eyes as his gaze swept over your face, though you were sure it had nothing to do with your current charming tactics. He was just, in all ways you can imagine, insanely devoted to you—he would tell you, very rarely as he had trouble expressing tender words, how he found you to be the most beautiful being he had ever been lucky enough to see. 

As corny as it felt if you thought about it too hard, you actually believed him when he said he would kill for you. It was something many men would exaggerate when courting, and they never truly meant it, but there was a glimmer of crazed obsession in his eyes when he had told you it one time. A look you had no choice but to take seriously—you tried not to think about it too much.

He sighed dramatically as he threw out his hand to bestow upon you… the spatula. You took it with a pleased grin and put a corner in your mouth to taste the dough. You could almost see the sparkles dancing around you as the light sweetness touched your tongue. You could see Alastor’s proud grin out of the corner of your eye but you chose not to meet his gaze and inflate his ego even more.

The two of you chatted idly about your respective days for ten or so minutes as you waited for the cookies to bake. You always had something to complain about considering the nature of your job—it was always either some drunk bonehead interrupting your show, or some drama between the other performers, or some hatred towards your employers… always something, and he always listened, equally attentive every time no matter how repetitive it was. He, on the other hand, never had much to say about his work. He was just a radio host, after all.

The little white timer finally went off, and Alastor cracked open the oven door to peek. He seemed satisfied enough with the result as he quickly removed them, gripping the pan with a small towel and carefully setting it down against the stove-top. The room was immediately filled with the warm, sweet aroma of fresh baked cookies. 

Just a few more minutes of waiting, but you could barely contain yourself when the cookies had finally cooled a bit and firmed up outside of the oven. When Alastor presented one to you it took all your self control not to just straight up bite it out of his hand. 

The cookie had a crisp, golden outside that gave way with a light crunch when you bit into it. The inside was soft and fluffy with a taste of vanilla and chocolate. You sighed loudly in glee at the experience, resting your head against your hand as you chewed.

“You really are the best ‘buckin’’ cook, Al,” You complimented, watching him as he cleaned up his mess from the process. “This recipe is new, right?”

“Ah, not really,” He admitted. You wanted to play offended at the fact he had never made these for you before, but the aura around him seemed to suddenly get a bit too serious for that. There was a vacant look in his eye, but his lips held a tender smile. You took another bite of your cookie as you waited for him to continue.

“It was one of my momma’s recipes, I actually found it today in the box of her stuff I keep,” He was washing out the dishes as he spoke. You could tell by the light glaze in his eye that he was reliving a fond but bitter memory. “She was the best baker I know.”

“If these cookies tell me anything, I would have to agree,” You were licking a glob of melted chocolate off your thumb as you spoke. “I wish I could’ve met her.”

Alastor nodded with a hum, agreeing with your statement. He told you many times before how much she would’ve loved you. You knew he didn’t like sweets, but you tried to prompt him to try one with you in an attempt to lighten the mood. He refused, as expected.

You stood from your seat and began to help him clean, much to his chagrin as he tried to push you towards your room to get ready for bed, but you forced yourself back towards the kitchen and stubbornly began rubbing the dough out of the mixing bowl. He sighed and yielded.

The two of you fell into a comfortable silence that was only broken here and there by utensils clinging and water splashing. You rested your head against his shoulder as you absently ran a dry towel over the now clean rubber ladle, and he pressed a featherlight kiss against the top of your head in response.

Maybe he could teach you the recipe later.

[pelideswhore]

If the apple of discord was thrown down at the wedding feast of Peleus and Thetis, how did Achilles, their son, fight in the Trojan war? The timeline does not make sense to me unless you just chalk that up to the timing of the Eternal, Deathless Gods but mortals are involved. Like Paris is presumably asked right after the wedding to judge who gets the apple then he picks Aphrodite who has promised him the most beautiful woman. Does she like wait to find out who that is and that causes the delay? The story seems to go that she promises Helen, they kidnap Helen and then the war begins so like that’s a year tops in my mind but how would that give Achilles time to become the teenager he is in the war? Please help. If there is a definitive answer excellent but I also just want theories.

i really love love love this question, cus i’ve thought about it a lot, especially because i consider Paris and Achilles to be around the same age, which, as you said, would make no sense.

sadly, i don’t have a definitive answer, but i do have a theory. it’s quite long though so buckle up.

As you probably know, Aphrodite, Hera and Athena asked Zeus to solve the issue before resorting to Paris. Zeus couldn’t answer and by the timeline of the Gods, many mortal years had passed so Paris would have been born, sent away from the palace and had enough time to grow up at this point. Ares suggests him, the goddesses ask and Paris gets bribed. But he doesn’t take Helen straight away, because he’s still a goatherd at this point.

Before I finish with that, let’s get back to Achilles. One would probably assume that within the first year of Thetis’ and Peleus’ marriage, he was already born, but that’s actually not true. The couple had six sons before Achilles, but they all passed away somehow (which, i like to think, is the reason Thetis is so protective). That means, even if they all died on Day 1 of their life and Thetis conceived the very same day: 9 months x 6 = 54 months aka. 4,5 years. That’s at least 4 and a half years before Achilles was born, but I think I can safely assume it took a little longer. Let’s say 6 years (which btw is still unrealistic and would probably be horrible for Thetis’ health but I digress).

So now, Achilles is born, stuff happens: Achilles meets Phoenix and Patroclus, he gets sent to Chiron, and eventually Scyros etc. Let’s say he’s 17 when that happens. Still a teen, but old enough to get Deidamia pregnant. Realistically, Thetis would only send him away when the threat of the war is imminent, so Helen’s kidnapping happens when Achilles is 17. I tend to say Helen was around 24, Paris was maybe 21. I believe however that the Judgement of Paris happened a couple years before.

Because, consider, Paris picks Aphrodite as a goatherd, but he kidnaps Helen as a prince. So somewhere in between, Cassandra must've found him and brought him back. He then had to get used to royal life, but, more importantly, all the ships had to be ready to go to Sparta. It could've happened in a couple of days, but a couple of years isn't unrealistic either, and it fits the timeline better.

It's a bit all over the place, so here's summary:

0 years: Peleus' and Thetis' wedding, Golden Apple incident (Paris/Achilles not born)

2 years: Paris is born and abandoned.

6 years: Achilles is born.

19 years: The Judgement of Paris happens, Paris is still a goatherd.

23 years: Paris kidnaps Helen, start of the war, Achilles is aged 17

The only time ‘divine timing’ really plays a role is between the wedding the Judgement of Paris. In divine timing 19 years is nothing, just enough time for Zeus and Ares to get involved. Paris would’ve probably already held one or two bullfights at the age of 17 when he is chosen to judge between the goddesses and from then on everything runs pretty smoothly, bearing in mind the 4 years between Aphrodite promising Helen to him and Paris actually kidnapping Helen.

sorry it took so long to post this, had to get my thoughts in check then type it up :D

[kaddyssammlung]

About all of this: I mean the easter egg in Damocles

if you don't know anything about Vessel's old project then just don't continue readig. I only put a few seconds of music in here btw and not his real name. And yes they still sell easter eggs XD. I bought them at Edeka this morning

So yeah...let's say it felt familiar. That guitar riff in Damocles.

Here is that riff again (taken from Damocles and then I copy and pasted it so that you can listen to it a few more times in a row)

and here is the intro of a song from Vessel's old project.

It sounds a like a lot, right?

And also that line "and I play discordant days on repeat" had me thinking. I mean...does he mean his old music? He kept it, I mean that YouTube channel. Does he mean his own old music? Or maybe the "simpler time" back then.

Idk....Just some thoughts / my opinion....that's all.

[sleepy-the-loz-enthusiast]

For the wonderful people who liked my post about having a Legend-ary dream (I'm not funny), I wrote it into a fic !!! This is the first modern au fic I have posted in maybe a year I'm so sorry

Warning for heavy projection (if you can't deal with your problems just give them to your comfort character XD), and please let me know if I need to add anything else my brain is soup rn

I'm sorry if this isn't very coherent- but I hope you enjoy !!! Fic under the cut :]

Buzzing under his cheek startled Legend out of the deep sleep he'd fallen into. Pushing up onto his forearms, he fumbled with the device until the insistent buzzing stopped. Right, yeah, time to take the meds that Legend apparently needed because his stupid body couldn't do what he needed-

He muffled a groan into his pillow. Then sluggishly shifted onto his side to blindly grope for his water bottle and the pills he had to take for the day. Distantly, he thanked hylia for his therapist's suggestion to measure out everything he had to take for the day ahead of time. And thanked himself for actually listening.

Once the meds had been taken with a generous swig of water from his dented metal bottle, Legend flopped back down onto his stomach. He gently stroked the soft fur of the old rabbit plushie squished under his stomach and his bleary eyes slipped shut. Resting them for a few minutes couldn't hurt.

...

Legend was abruptly woken by his door slamming open and a voice he should recognise yelling at him.

"You getting up today or what?" An older, male, voice yelled from the doorway.

Legend jumped, shoving himself upright and hiding the rabbit in his mess of blankets. "Working on it, asshole!" He snapped.

"Good, mum says you can't laze around all day in bed! She can't always care for your sorry ass!" The man- technically his foster brother, the eldest bio child of these parents- hissed, and slammed the door shut on his way out.

Though futile, Legend flipped him off once he heard those heavy footsteps disappear. If doing the bare minimum to prevent him from keeling over was considered caring, then that asshole must be royalty. Legend groaned as he fell back down onto his side, onto something distinctly hard. Ow. At least his phone wasn't damaged, from what he could see at least.

Half open eyes glanced over the collection of notifications that'd formed while he slept, swiping past notifications from youtube and tumblr without paying much attention to what they said. He foggily skimmed through the backlog of messages on the hylia knows how many groupchats he's in, and swiped them away. Finally, the discord messages from the person Legend could trust the most. Hyrule.

These were the notifications he actually bothered opening.

As discord loaded, Legend sought out his rabbit plushie, Bunny, and held her close once more, curling into a loose ball. He also pulled a blanket back over himself, for good measure. It was childish. It was dumb. Legend didn't care. It was comforting.

Discord loaded. Rulie hadn't sent him much, just a few funny cat videos and memes. But they were online, and began typing as soon as Legend had looked through everything.

Faerule:

hey

hey

hey

hey

hey

youre alive

sky and time are really worried about you

you okay?

Legend paused, reading over the messages until they made sense in his jumbled brain. Eventually his fingers typed out a reply.

Why?

Faerule:

dude

we havent seen you in days

Wait, it'd been days? He could swear he'd seen them just....

Days???

Faerule:

yea

i figured you were tired but sky said hes worried

time just left

were at the cafe btw

do you wanna join us?

Legend stared at the message. And stared. Did he want to go out? He should, but...

But.... why? What is the 'but'? What was he missing in the fog of his brain?

Sure

Be there soon

Legend didn't wait for a response before switching off his phone and sluggishly dragging himself upright. And immediately doubled over his stomach as it erupted into white hot agony.

Fuck his life. The SECOND he gets a break, his period starts???

It doesn't matter that it's a sign his body is 'out of survival mode' or whatever. He doesn't care if it's something to be glad about because it means he can rest after weeks of exam stress and non-stop studying. Why? Because it FUCKING HURTS.

Whatever.

At least his secret stash of painkillers was undisturbed. And he'd had the foresight to wear a pad. Even if they were uncomfortable.

Legend glanced around before taking two tablets dry. He hid the rest with practiced, silent movements, but still searched for anyone watching. Some may call it paranoia, but Legend calls it staying safe.

Like how he pushes through the discomfort to quietly pry open the loose floorboard under his bed. He pulls out the bag he keeps under there that holds his heart. He silently bundled up Bunny and hid her in her special place in the bag, but not before placing a gentle kiss on her little forehead.

Somehow, Legend picked out an acceptable outfit. His favourite oversized red hoodie (that Hyrule joked it hid the bloodstains of his enemies) ensured that he didn't need to do deal with the sensory nightmare of wearing a binder. The soft, worn but sturdy fabric was a comforting bonus. It did, also, hide bloodstains well. The pin encrusted beanie he pulled on also hid his shame in the greasy mop that his hair had become. Baby blue bands wrapped around his fingers were his proof that, despite what his body wanted, Legend was a man. Sometimes.

By the time Legend had slung his bag over his shoulders and texted this mother (fuck what's her name-?) and left the house, his head was spinning. But whatever. He was always a shaky mess on his period. It was fine. The cafe wasn't far, anyway. And he needed to get outside. It was fine.

Even if Legend needed to spend a few minutes doubled over on a bench. And nearly threw up onto the field halfway between this house and the cafe. He was fine. It was fine.

The prickles of cold sweat on the back of his neck and weakness weighing down his knees didn't dissuade Legend from smiling when he caught sight of two friends in the homely cafe.

At first, the group- Legend, Hyrule, Ravio, Wild, and Four- had started hanging out there after school, since Hyrule's cousin worked full-time there. But it soon became a regular spot for them when Hyrule had a meltdown after a bad day, and instead of kicking them out, their cousin just took them and Legend to a quiet, sensory friendly room to calm down. Since then, it held a welcome place in Legend's heart, and become a safe haven throughout high school.

But what happens now high school's over-

"Hey Lege!" Sky greeted, snapping Legend out of his thoughts. He offered a small wave and a warm smile.

"Wow you look like shit, come sit down!" Hyrule greeted him less warmly, but the care and concern shone through when they shifted to make room for Legend to sit beside them.

"What happened to 'hi how are you'?" Legend snarked with a small smile. Though it quickly faded alongside the colour in his face while he worked to lower himself down beside Hyrule without collapsing.

"'Hi how are you's are for dumbasses who don't vanish for days," Hyrule chuckled. They pushed a plate towards Legend, and on it sat a generous slice of carrot cake and Legend's favourite drink.

Legend didn't honour that with a response. Not because he's an ass, but because the small giggle that bubbled in his soul was just enough to trigger the most agonising, soul crushing cramp.

If hell existed, Legend would prefer it over this bullshit. Fucking OW.

...

No matter how many times Hyrule had told themself to expect the unexpected with Legend, they didn't expect Legend to suddenly go white and smack his head on the table. Legend not talking to people for days wasn't unheard of, and Hyrule knew he'd been stressed, so hadn't worried too hard.

But this? This was pretty damn worrying.

The worst thing was the small, pathetic noise that slipped out of Legend's mouth as he clutched at his stomach with shaking hands.

Distantly, Hyrule heard Sky swear and rush to kneel beside their friend. They heard him rummage through his bag and talk in a soft voice to the trembling boy. They saw how Legend's shoulders visibly tensed the longer Sky rubbed his back or tried to force a small pack into his hands.

"Sky, back off," Hyrule said, soft as to not overwhelm their friend, but firm enough to make Sky pause.

"But- I've seen this happen with Sun, and I want to help-" Sky defended. He did remove his hands, though.

"Yeah and that's kind, but you're overwhelming him," Hyrule explained, keeping his tone even and soft. Legend groaned his agreement.

"No, he needs-" Sky paused, "... shit, no, you're right. Sorry, Lege. Do you need to go somewhere else?"

Legend kept his eyes squeezed shut against the wooden table for a moment longer, before he lifted his head to give him a little nod. Sky gave him an unreadable look, before making eye contact with Hyrule (who held it for maybe a second before looking away because who just stares into people's eyes?) and handing them the small pack thingy he'd tried giving to Legend. He then just left?? To go talk to Hyrule's cousin. Ah.

Hyrule looked back to find Legend staring at them with his classic "I am but a poor victorian child, I have nothing to offer, but may I have love in this cruel, harsh world?" eyes.

...maybe not sending that message. More like "I am going to kill everyone here and then myself", which Hyrule knew was Legend code for "give me a hug or I will cry". So Hyrule tentatively placed his hand on Legend's back, looking closely for any of those silent signs that he doesn't want the touch.

Legend instead relaxes, letting go of the tension between his shoulder blades with a sigh and his eyes slip shut again. Hyrule gives him a smile, soft in a way that would've earned them an eyeroll if he'd seen it.

Sky returned to the table. "We're good to let him chill in the room until Proxi's on her break and can take you guys back to yours."

"...'him' is RIGHT here." Legend's head lifted off the table to give Sky stink eye. Sky, the cheeky bastard he is, merely poked his tongue out.

Hyrule blinked. "Wait, are we allowed to take our drinks in there?"

"Mhm!" Sky affirmed.

.

If he was being completely honest, Legend wasn't entirely sure what the fuck was going on. He wasn't high, but his brain drifted in a foggy bubble while his forehead pressed against the edge of a table.

Rulie was nearby; their hand and aroma of wildflowers anchored Legend to his body. Sky was also there, his presence warm and playful but too much right now.

Demise is tap dancing in his uterus wearing stilettos and on fire, which probably explains why he's doubled over.

Somehow, Sky and Rulie get him on his feet? Though the ground tilts and churns beneath his feet, and Legend's face flushes though chills rain on his back like a flood of frozen nails. When a flood of black spots speckle his vision and his knees nearly buckle, Legend grabs ahold of the taller man beside him. He faintly hears a small, surprised 'oh!', but otherwise he's allowed to cling onto the pillowy fabric of Sky's hoodie sleeve as the man leads the way.

Legend knows when they get to the room because the lights in here are warmer and dimmer and Hyrule's smell of wildflowers draws closer. They stop and Legend's vision clears a little to reveal their little safe haven. Complete with a ridiculously soft red throw blanket that Hyrule was carefully rearranging over the massive beanbags in the corner. The plate of carrot cake and Legend's incredibly specific coffee order were securely sat on the short table beside the beanbags.

Then Hyrule gently eases Legend's bag from his back, making sure that Legend can see what he's doing, and carefully placed it beside the beanbags. Meanwhile Sky pried Legend's shaking fingers off his sleeve, but soon replaced it with his own hand.

He tries to ignore how Sky's larger, warmer hand and sturdy presence dredges up memories of another man who used to hold Legend's bony hands. Who raised Legend with warmth and laughter. Warmth and laughter that died that night in that alley, leaving behind the shivering mess of a boy that Legend has become.

The worst part is that Sky's so damn patient. He doesn't complain when Legend's rings surely cut into his palm. He doesn't complain when he has to wrap an arm around Legend's back just to keep him upright. He doesn't complain when it takes both him and Hyrule to get Legend situated on a beanbag because Legend's so, so tired.

Legend should find this humiliating.

Legend should be able to decipher what the voices swimming above his head are saying. He should be stronger than the shivering ball he's curled himself into. He should be able to at least open his eyes.

When something warm presses against his stomach, the awful pain melts into a puddle. Alongside the ice cage keeping Legend's tears at bay.

He blindly reaches out until his broken body is wrapped in the soft embrace of wildflowers and safety. Not even the sobs wracking his soul can dislodge the warm, soft arms that hold him.

Hyrule never shushes him, never whispers kind lies. Hyrule sees his broken body and soul and cradles the shards regardless. Their heart beating beneath Legend's ear never stops, never pauses its song of love and hope.

Hyrule still holds him when the tears slow to a trickle and the fog in his head gives way to the gentle confines of sleepiness. They press a kiss into the unkempt mess of his hair with a promise.

"It's alright, you can rest. I'll be here when you wake up."

[poisonousivy616]

success story 🤍✨

I successfully manifested an old friend of mine to reach out to me on discord after i saw your apartment success story and got inspired by it 😊okay so, me and this friend had an argument that was so stupid and petty tbh and we stopped talking for a LONG time—like almost a year 😭 i found myself constantly going back to re-read our messages and we had so many genuine and wholesome moments that made me want to reconnect with her again. i just honestly felt like she didn’t respect my boundaries, always wanted to talk/gossip about other people negatively, and got defensive over every little thing as if she could never be wrong and also threw personal things back in my face which hurted me deeply for so long and made me lowkey dislike her ☹️ so i said, ykw, i can just manifest her reaching out to me and genuinely apologizing me and being self-aware of her problematic traits, like DUH lmfao i literally know the law like girl bffr. i used an askfirmation (my favorite) and robotically affirmed “why did she apologize to me?” and also listen to a problem solving subliminal every night bc why not! my ass locked in and affirmed my fucking ass off and did the lullaby method too because it NEVER failed me once. in literally 2 days (today) she reached out to me on discord (it’s our only ONLY form of communication 💀) and she sent me a long and sincere apology, literally everything i could ever imagine, but 10x better 😭 we both completely listened to each other sides, forgave each other, admitted our flaws, and we are doing SO good now. like our friendship is even better than it was before and i couldn’t be more happier because we both understand what it’s like dealing with toxic and abusive parents and we genuinely love and care for each other so deeply, like that’s my platonic soulmate 💕 since she’s my online friend, i would have NO idea if she was even alive or not and there would be a 0% chance that i would ever see her in the street because she literally lives on the other side of the world in Australia while i live in California and that terrified the hell out me fr. but, anyways, YAY i got my bestie back and we are also planning to meet up with each other soon in person too 🥹 i’m deadass gonna cry, i’m so happy now!! i just love my Gudiya (means “doll” in Hindi btw and i call her that because she literally looks like a gorgeous doll + she’s Telugu) SO much and i wanna see her living her best life 🩷

if you’re reading this and been indecisive about reaching out to an old friend, THIS IS YOUR SIGN! GO GET YOUR BESTIE BACK, EVERY GIRL NEEDS SISTERHOOD 🥰 FRIENDS ARE THE BEST THING EVER IN LIFE SERIOUSLY!!

Omg babes!!! I'm so happy for you and you seem like such an amazing friend!!! I'm so happy my success story inspired you. Literally, it's that easy to manifest anything you want as long as you don't think against your desires and decide you already have it!!! I hope other people reading this will be inspired by you♡

BTW, my long-distance bestie (we live in different continents) is coming to visit me next week!!! I'm so excited I haven't seen her in almost a year♡♡

𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊, 𝕴𝖛𝖞🖤💚