#universal-recipient

[scintillatingshortgirl19]

no power on this earth can convince me stacy didn't peg him on a regular basis

[moeblob]

So does he, Gallagher.

[learningthelyre]

i have officially hit

[biblicallyinaccuratespoons]

Have a little Legend age regression fic as a gift because you're a good person :]

It surprised nobody that Legend woke up feeling little. His nightmares had been worse than usual the night before, and his screams of agony hadn't only been from emotional pain. So, in a way, many breathed a sigh of relief that the protective fog of childhood had swept over their brother's mind.

Sky awoke to the feeling of spindly arms strong with lithe muscle circling around his arm, and the sound of muffled sobbing by his shoulder. Instantly, he knew who it was. Legend, his little brother, the snazzy veteran with a soft bunny's heart, now a child's mind in a weathered adult body.

"Hi there, little bunny. Do you wanna cuddle?" Sky whispered softly, his voice slightly gravelly due to it being early morning.

Legend raised his head, revealing bloodshot eyes filled with tears and pain. The boy barely spared a second to nod before he flung his arms around Sky's waist and burrowed his face into the soft, squishy fat of the older man's chest. He let out a small, happy noise when Sky sleepily held him close, weaving fingers through his strawberry blonde locks. Though, it didn't calm the gentle shivers that wracked through Legend's body, nor the tears that seeped into the other man's tunic.

"Everything okay?" Sky whispered, shifting a little to cover them both with his sailcloth.

"Mmmh... 'urts." Legend groaned, voice muffled by the chest he's resting on, but pained.

"Oh, poor thing..." Sky ducked his head forward, planting a gentle kiss on his brother's hairline. If anything, it made the boy cling to him harder, weeping openly now.

"It's okay, sweetie... you can cry, you're safe. It's okay..."

"I- I dun'- I don'wanna hurt... can- can you make th'urt go 'way?" Legend sobbed, voice shaking and hitching. His shoulders shuddered with every breath, eyes squinting open as he looked up at Sky.

Another presence approached slowly. With a signature smell of hay and goats with an undertone of dark magic, Twilight carefully sat down beside the pair.

"Hey hun, could ya drink this for me? It'll make ya feel better, promise!" Twilight said softly, offering a small potion vial housing a light pink elixr. Legend's go-to pain killer for when his joints were acting up.

Legend lifted his face off Sky's chest and eyed the liquid suspiciously. His nose scrunched with disgust. "Taste bad..."

"Mhm, I know, honey, I know. But if you drink it, you won' be in pain no more." Twilight's soft tone sank with pity. Then he leaned down, whispering like he was telling a secret. "If ya drink it, I'll ask Wild to make some apple crumble. Deal?"

Legend lay there for a few more seconds, and both Sky and Twilight waited patiently. Things took a little longer to process in his little mindset, but nobody minded. They just waited in silence as the cogs turned in his head, and he eventually pushed himself up, snatched the vial out of Twilight's hands, and downed it in one gulp. He gagged a little before he flopped down, back onto the mattress Sky had become.

They half expected Legend to say something else, but he'd already passed out again.

"Guess we're not moving anywhere today, huh?" Sky whispered with no amnosity behind his words, merely running a hand up and down Legend's spine in a way he hoped was soothing. Judging by his content sigh, it was effective.

"I'll go let the old man and the captain know. Get some rest, Sky." Twilight whispered back, ruffling Legend's hair affectionately and patting Sky on the shoulder.

So he did, slipping quickly into a peaceful slumber. For all he liked his personal space, Legend was actually quite a good hugger.

...

Poke.

"Sky." Poke.

"Sky! Wake up!" Pokepokepokepoke-

"Mmgh?" He groaned, half opening an eye to find Legend staring at him, face almost uncomfortably close. His face was poked again. "Oh, hi! D'ya need anything?"

"Can-" Legend paused, biting his lip and looking away. He shuffled backwards slightly.

"Hm? What's up, buddy?" Sky propped himself up with his elbows, tilting his head slightly.

"Can-youtellmeastoryplease-" He spoke quickly, looking away afterwards.

Sky's heart melted, and he barely resisted the urge to scoop the veteran up like a remlit and plop him on his lap. Instead, he just gave the boy a soft smile. "Of course! Have I ever told you about the time-"

And then he delved into a story- age appropriate, of course- and though it was fairly tame, Sky's deep storytelling voice carried across camp and before long, most of the chain had gathered around.

Legend stuck close by Sky, who'd taken a break from dramatic storytelling to eat an omelette, as all of the others took it in turns to tell tales of their lives. Wind told epic adventures of endless oceans and ancient sages (nobody questioned when it brought Time to tears). Wild shared frankly insane moments from his adventure, from tumbling down snowy mountains after his shield broke to diving into Death Mountain to tame a giant possessed robot. Time spoke of playing games with mysterious children within the Moon (nobody believed it for a second).

Hours passed this way, just laughing and telling life stories. It was almost enough to just pretend Legend had regressed only because he'd been feeling little and not because nightmares had woken him up screaming many times that night. The veteran showed no signs of recollection; he was happy, content to just be little and let his brothers care for him. He sat patiently while Wind and Warriors braided flowers into his hair, speaking very little but making excited noises whenever pleased. Wind couldn't imagine anything other than his little sister, but the comparison made his heart melt regardless.

Eventually, Wild had decided to start making the promised apple crumble. His plan had initially been to just slip away and make it in peace, but Legend had other plans.

"I wanna help! Can I cut the apples?" He asked earnestly, poking his head over Wild's shoulder.

"Sure! Just be very careful, okay? Don't be afraid to ask for help." Wild responded with a warm smile, handing the little veteran an apple and one of his blunter knives.

Legend nodded eagerly and scurried off. He placed the apple in his lap and chopped it with very precise cuts considering his mental age. It was good! He went back and forth to Wild with handfuls of chopped apple. Until he cut himself.

It had been an accident; he got carried away and cut too far and sliced the skin of his palm. At first, Legend just stared. Staring...

Then he burst into tears, cupping the injured hand with the other and holding them close to his chest.

"Woah- hey buddy, you okay?" Hyrule, being the closest, rushed over to help. His hands hovered awkwardly, with him not being used to dealing with crying children.

"M-m-my- my hand!" Legend wailed, turning to Hyrule with tears in his eyes. His little state... isn't good with handling pain.

"Hey, hey, it's okay! Gimme your hand, I'll show you something cool." Hyrule offered his hand, keeping a smile on his face. This tone seemed to work whenever Twilight cared for little Legend, so hopefully it'll be good-?

Sniffing, Legend slowly put his hurt hand in Hyrule's. With a small hum from the curly haired traveller, his palm lit up in a refreshing mint hue and all pain evaporated from the (admittedly small) wound. Legend watched in wonder, eyes sparkling. Hyrule just smiled and gave it a small, gentle kiss. What he wasn't expecting was for Legend to flop forward into his arms, face buried in the crook of his neck and the veteran's own arms latched around his waist.

"Thankyou!" Legend's voice, a little muffled, called out. His previous fear was replaced by warmth and an intense need to hug someone, but Hyrule didn't mind.

By now Wild had enough apples for now, so set them all in his cooking pot with a generous amount of brown sugar and cinnamon. Stirring occasionally, he let the mixture simmer over a low flame while he crumbled together flour, sugar, and butter. By the time it'd reached a nice consistency, the apple chunks had softened and the sugar had melted them slightly into a bubbling mixture. Deciding it's good enough, Wild crumbled the now crumbly dough over the top, finishing it off with brown sugar and oats. He then threw a little dirt over the fire, placing another pot over the top and placing ashes on top of that.

By the time he'd turned around, the scene was completely changed. Hyrule was gently rocking Legend back and forth while the boy clung to him happily, the traveller awkwardly looking to Wind for confirmation he was doing something right. Four and Sky sat beside eachother under a tree, with Four reading a book while Sky carved something out of wood. Warriors and Twilight were... wrestling??? For some reason, and Time was goading them on instead of stopping them.

You know what? Not his circus, not his monkeys. Actually, what is a monkey...? Ah whatever. Wild decided to just sit by Hyrule, Legend, and Wind. He contemplated just taking a nap, but decided against it. A burnt apple crumble would probably crumble (heh) Legend's fragile mental state into dust.

...

Long story short, everyone loved it. Legend burst into tears again and hugged Wild so tight he might've bruised a rib, but did he care? Absolutely not. He made his brother happy, and that's what mattered.

In fact, it was enough to soothe the veteran into a light snooze, which ended up trapping Wild. But, upon waking, Legend decided that maybe he was ready to be an adult again.

He can finally take on his responsibilities, knowing his brothers have his back.

- your eeby sleeby mutual (please be kind, I haven't written any age regression fics before, I just think the concept is sweet)

: O

oh my gosh!!! this is so sweet!!!! (you literally had me nearly crying and pacing my house afterwards)

for your first one i'm astounded!! it's adorable!!! (also i feel as though you have read "Tiny Bunny in his Burrow, Gazing up at the Sky")

i loved this so much thank you so much!! you have spurred me on to continue my Little Legend writings!

i hope you have a wonderful day and have a cookie and a hug if you like those.

and here's a sketch from one of my favourite moments:

okay i'm going to stop rambling now, but just know you made my entire week! (i received this when i wasn't doing great and you kinda just turned everything around,)

[age-of-moonknight]

“Beware…Dracula!” Miguel O’Hara — Spider-Man 2099 (Vol. 1/2024), #2.

Writer: Steve Orlando; Penciler and Inker: Michael Dowling; Colorist: Jim Campbell; Letterer: Cory Petit

[ao3fujoshevik]

2 and 12 for kabuto for the ask game hehehe

ooh thank u!!

2. Favorite canon thing about this character?

ahh ok. I am v compelled by all the random abilities he’s given for plot reasons that never come back up. like he apparently has a genjutsu (his own design??) that can put an entire arena of ninjas to sleep and then he pretty much just. never uses genjutsu again. & of course I love the ninfo cards;; it’s such loser dweeb behavior for a spy.

but i think my favorite canon thing is the unexplained kindness he shows. like when he’s in disguise as an anbu at the exams but introduces himself as a doctor and heals hinata. it’s for no apparent reason other than wanting to help, and it’s not so much the kindness itself that interests me but the context for it. like he’s actively preparing to launch an invasion; his allegiance has already been revealed; but with nothing to gain, he helps a girl because she’s hurt and he can.

idk. it just adds such an intriguing wrinkle to his whole deal for me.

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

doctor’s handwriting 💜⚕️he doesn’t even need to encrypt his reports when he’s undercover because only orochimaru can read them

(questions from here,, pls send a #, if you so wish,,)

[hassamkhalidsaidfuckyet]

so...who's gonna crack and make house md edits to the giver by chappel roan

[origami-trust]

Dracula, Sept 7th spoilers: (and cw: death) "My God!" he said; "this is dreadful. There is no time to be lost. She will die for sheer want of blood to keep the heart's action as it should be. There must be transfusion of blood at once. Is it you or me?"

As has been noted, this scene reads and hits a bit differently through a modern lens than it would have at the time. However: I feel like looking at this with a modern eye and knowledge of blood types actually enhances the horror and severity of this scene, and actually goes really well with what Van Helsing is saying and doing. Looking at the scene with that in mind: Van Helsing knows that blood can be transfused. However he also knows that sometimes it goes horrifically wrong, for reasons that aren't understood yet. But there's no other option - they have to do a transfusion or Lucy will die. "In the not-so-far-off you will be happy that you have done all for her you love," could be Van Helsing storing reassurance in case it goes wrongly! He's telling Arthur, in the future, you will have done all you could - whether it works or doesn't, he had to try. "You shall kiss her once before it is done, but then you must go; and you must leave at my sign." "He must then go home and rest...He must not stay here." He tells Arthur he'll donate, but then he has to leave - he "must not stay" -is readable in that he wants Arthur to leave in case their blood types are incompatible. He doesn't want Arthur to stay and see an aftermath that's not a success, especially if he might blame himself.

[justlikeotherchemists]

Petition to give our OCs a blood type and make their chances of becoming a whumpee or a caretaker dependent on how universal of a donor/recipient they are.

[bummeryumedanshi]

She wants me dead i cant stop replaying this song

[legend-of-thyme]

This was a secret santa gift that went up on a03 last week, but since it's also about the chain celebrating the winter solstice in Ordon, today seems like as good a time as any to cross post. I hope you enjoy and happy solstice!!

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Realizing they've arrived in his time is always a bittersweet experience for Twilight. The excitement of seeing his family and showing his brothers his home is sharply tempered by concern over the idea that danger has, once again, found its way so close to Ordon. But after scouring the woods for two days and finding nothing more dangerous than a nest of particularly irate baba serpents he's hopeful that this is Hylia giving them a chance to rest. Especially since it’s the third day of Midwinter.

He grins, a new spring in his step and kicks at the light dusting of snow. Tomorrow will be the peak of the Midwinter celebrations and if they hurry they’ll be home in time to help with set up and to join Rusl and Uli for family dinner. It’s a good thing he’s been picking up souvenirs for people as they go, because Colin had excitedly told him his own gift would be wrapped and waiting for him when he returned. It would break his heart not to be able to give him anything in return.

“Happy to be home for the holidays?” Time asks, pulling him from his train of thought.

“I wish we’d been here earlier in the week, but no one does the solstice like Ordon. You’re not sorry to be spending it away from Malon?” Time would never complain of course, not about something that truly upset him, but his smile reaches his eye and he chuckles as he ruffles Twilight’s hair.

“We’ve spent many Midwinters together, and we’ll have many more,” he waves him off. “Besides, I left a week's worth of gifts with Talon and he’s promised to hide them around the ranch for me”.

“Your solstice celebrations last a whole week?” Wind shouts, elation and jealousy warring on his face. “We only get one night! No wonder you were so excited to be home”.

Twilight slings an arm around the shorter boy’s shoulders trying not to smile at how the sleeves of his borrowed coat cover his hands and flop around as he gestures. “Nah,” he says and gently tugs Wind’s ear, “I’m just excited to have help carrying all the firewood and decorations”.

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[louisironson]

and if i said hawnk. what then

[couriernine]

This came to my mind a few days ago when it was dongsik's birthday (because of the fact that they just chose the actors' birthdays for the characters lol) but I love that due to cultural differences the pseudoscience they went with in the script book is blood type theory.. it doesn't seem as varied as the MBTI or even the zodiac signs of western astrology but I love it nonetheless it works well for them! Joowon had the introversion and authoritative attitude of the AB type and Dongsik has the kindness and obsessive drive of the O type

[shamelesscollectivesublime]

I think house is a bottom because c'mon. Look at him. Look at him and Wilson's relationship. There's no other possibility

“U think House is a bottom bc u r ableist and don’t think disabled people can top blah blah blah” no I think he’s a bottom bc of that one scene where him and Wilson r talking abt blood types and Wilson says his blood type is the universal receiver so House responds that Wilson’s blood type is the universal donor which is why he has 3 alimonies

[heatwa-ves]

Ohhhh I hate house md