You still sharing WIP Wednesday snippets? If so then how about the Phantom Pains (Wild) one?
Hello! Phantom Pains is a story that Wild was temp killed in battle the day before but was resurrected by a fairy breaking out of it's bottle in his bag (none of the other Links knew he died). Then in the following days, he deals with phantom pains from the fatal wound and tries to hide it but the others catch on.
“We just want to make sure you’re okay,” Sky pleaded.
“I’m not letting this go until you give me some solid proof you’re actually fine,” Legend crossed his arms.
Wild sighed. “Fine. Go ahead. I don’t have anything to hide.”
Hyrule put his hand on Wild’s back and closed his eyes and concentrated.
“You’re not hurt,” Hyrule said. “But you were.” He opened his eyes and let his hands fall away. “There’s magic holding you together.”
“Right here.” Hyrule placed a hand over Wild’s heart.
“What’re you not telling us Wild?” Twilight dug.
Welp. There was no more hiding it.
“I died.” Wild answered simply.
“Yeah we know—” Wind started.
“Yesterday,” Wild interrupted.
I honestly love you with all my heart and i promise that i will be good to you and not breaking your heart. I know that i had made some mistakes but we can work that out.
And we are having our first kid *smiles* and i can't wait to welcome him into this world and into our lives. I don't ever want to lose you . Not ever .
You mean so much to me and i know that i cannot imagine my life without you.
im trying desperately to find individual refs for each of the mechanisms and the only pictures i can find that include gunpowder tim and toy soilder's shoes are these
💙🧡💙 SEND THIS TO OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL KEEP THE GAME GOING 💙🧡💙
(Am I doing this right? 😆)
Eyyy thank you TJ (is that what you like to be called?)! I'm not sure when you sent this, I just now saw it in my inbox (I don't think I got a notification for it??). I just saw that you have an analysis youtube channel and I might have to check it out! Sounds fun!
Honestly. Means he was tough enough to survive things that killed most everyone he knew as a lad; means he held onto life with both hands and a fierce grin, held on hard and fast and stubborn and made it well into adulthood. It's proof he'd stuck around long enough to actually start aging, and the fact that he's now got centuries under his belt with this badge of Life Lived threaded into his hair just makes it all the better.
On top of that. That brush of silver at his temples? It looks good. Not even in a vain way, understand, although he supposes he's alright—but anyway. The greys. They lend him a certain visual gravitas that serves him well in the classroom, for a start. They give him flexibility in his visual presentation—dye them out when he starts over, let them fade back in after several years, highlight and embellish them toward the end, and it's possible to stretch each lifetime a little longer, if he wants, before moving on.
But also? Dream has said that they 'become him', in that warm rumbly tone that turns Hob's insides to goo, and that's perhaps the most important reason of all.
The chances of encountering me in the wild are low...
...but they're never zero.
[Image description: Big Furb the 1999 black customized Witch's Cat Furby with a black beak and multiple yellow eyes is sitting in the crook of a tree, with their right side partially obscured by said tree. End ID.]