Twilight but, when Edward rips his shirt off in his 'skin of a killer' moment, he doesn't sparkle but instead reveals a massive chest tattoo of a snail with 'effervescent' in cursive underneath.
Wild: hey lege, what’s your favourite animal?
Baby!Legend: bunnies! :D
Twilight + Sky: *exchanging looks of surprise*
Legend: oh oh! and bees!
Wind: but bees aren’t animals, they’re bugs
Legend: okay, then they’re my favourite bug!
Wind: why are they your favourite?
Legend: cause they help the orchard grow! they help th’ flowers po-poll-i-nate an’ that helps them grow apples! uncle says there are birds that do that too, an’ butterflies an’ other bugs, but bees are the best!
Twilight: the larva also make for good snacks :)
Legend: *staring at him in horror*
Warriors: ...twilight what the fuck. why would you say that
Hmmm Sky having prophetic dreams about the other Links and not knowing whether they're from their journeys/already happened (as timeline wise that is all in Sky's future) or if they're in the individual Link's future. OR if they're in the future of whatever era they're currently in!
my sister is watching the last twilight movie for the first time and just went why are they killing everyone!! this isn't fun!! they didnt kill anyone in the other films :(
۰ ۪۪۫۫ · there was a guy that came in ten minutes before you closed. he was strange, but beautiful. you were staring at him, and he was staring at the snails—until he wasn’t.
☾ warnings—beating a dead meme, snails, retail
☾ word count—586
☾ notes—gn!reader, inspired by #bugrace. reader works at petco, edward is a freak. sfw but not sfb (safe for brain)
He came in right before you closed. Normally, you would’ve been annoyed—but he was so unfathomably beautiful that just this once, you didn’t mind.
“Can I help you find anything?” you called out to him, unusually eager to be helpful. “We’re closing in a few minutes.”
“Ah, yes,” he said, smiling sheepishly, “I was just hoping to see the snails. I’m sorry for coming in so late.”
“It’s okay, really,” you assured him. His smile was dazzling. He had perfect teeth. They were just as white as his skin—which, on second thought, was a little unsettling. “Are you hoping to buy any? I’ll make sure they keep a register open if you are.”
He frowned. “No, no, not tonight…” You found yourself missing his smile—but not for long. He grinned at you, quick and shy, and your heart fluttered as you began to lead him toward the back of the store. “Perhaps not ever. I don’t quite think I’m the type for pets.”
“You just like to admire them from afar?”
He chuckled, running a hand through his fiery, fluffy hair. “Something like that.”
Together, you came to a stop in front of the aquariums. The store was darker back here, only half-lit by the bright tank lights. “We have a few turbo snails here,” you said, pointing to the saltwater aquariums, “and an Astraea. I think we have an assassin in one of the freshwater aquariums, and a bunch of mystery snails, too.”
You turned to him, only to find him staring through the glass intently. His face appeared blue in the tank light; his eyes looked a noxious sort of green. Still, you thought he was—
“Effervescent,” he murmured, rubbing his knuckles against the glass. After a moment, he cleared his throat and took a step back, but he kept his eyes on the tank. "Do you have a favorite?"
"Um." You were kind of stuck on the effer-whatever thing. Was that an SAT word? Was this guy in high school? You looked him over surreptitiously; he was boyish and lanky, but his face was almost freakishly gaunt and sickeningly pale. Your brain was getting mixed signals—was he a boy or a corpse? Wait, what had he asked you? "The assassin is cool. It reminds me of a bee. What about you?"
Finally, he looked over at you. His eyes were dark all of a sudden; they were like a bottomless chasm, inviting you to jump in. "I don't think I could pick," he said. His face was so close. Had he gotten closer, or had you?
God, he smelled incredible.
He reached out and brushed a strand of hair out of your face. His hand was ice cold; you couldn't help but jump when it first made contact with the shell of your ear, but as it lingered there, you relaxed. He cradled your face in the palm of his hand, staring at you like you were what he'd come here for all along.
You thought about grabbing his hand and pressing it harder and harder against your cheek until your warmth became his, but instead, you tried to ask, "What's your—"
"I should get going," he interrupted, dropping his hand back down to his side. "You'll be closing any minute now."
"Oh," you said. You felt bereft already. Would he ever come back?
He glanced over his shoulder at the aquariums. His gaze softened. "I'll see you again," he promised.
You weren't sure if he was talking to you or the snails.
"Edward kissed Renesmee’s forehead and both her cheeks, then he lifted her to Jacob’s shoulder. She scrambled agilely onto his back, pulling herself into place with handfuls of his fur, and fit herself easily into the dip between his massive shoulder blades."
“I do have a little sister, y’know,” he reminds them. “I can carry a kid for a while.” Besides, Legend chose him, he’s his responsibility!
He catches Twilight pouting at that but gracefully decides not to mention it. The Rancher will get his turn when he gets his turn, no need to whine about it.