#we'll see if it works out for him

[skyloftian-nutcase]

UGH FINE I'm hesitantly excited so here, have the first chapter of Golden Mercy until I've figured out what to do with the rest of it

The Legend of Zelda: Golden Mercy

Hyrule Field lay in ruins.

Battle after battle had scarred the land, taking what was once beautiful and marring it into unrecognizable disorder. Trees were uprooted, earth scorched, statues and fountains and gardens fallen and dead and overgrown with what few weeds could feed off the carnage. Banners were torn, stone overturned, and debris from fallen warriors littered the field. The earth was torn with lacerations of great magnitude, scars of injuries from a war that had just finished unfolding.

The entrance to Castle Town was filled with people. Despite the large crowds, the air was silent, suffocated in the darkness of night. Grief weighed down like a sodden blanket, pushing on the hearts of everyone there, held at bay by candles in their hands, their little flames illuminating exhausted faces.

At the front of the group of mourners was a woman in a red gown, mostly hidden away in a black cloak. Her blonde hair and golden crown were hidden beneath the dark hood, eyes focused on her candle as its wick gave life to her burning grief. To her left was another woman, to her right a man, both dressed in somber cloaks that hid richer attire underneath.

The woman on the left stepped forward alongside the crowned woman. The princess led the ritual, holding her candle high above her, and everyone followed suit. The woman to her left twirled a hand, magic casting it aglow, and the candles all started to float out of their bearers’ hands, drifting into the sky.

The princess turned to face the crowd. “Tonight, we remember their sacrifice. Tonight, we honor those who fell to save Hyrule.”

Her gaze drifted to the man who had been beside her, and she added, “Tonight, we celebrate our victory with them.”

The Hero of Hyrule watched her, holding her gaze for a moment before his eyes dipped down to the ground.

Zelda felt her own gaze drift away as well. She watched her subjects, her soldiers, her people grieve. They looked to her for guidance.

They had to. Her father was dead. She was now the ruler of Hyrule.

What was left of it.

After a year of fighting Cia, they had finally destroyed her. It had taken everything they’d had, including the Master Sword and Triforce. But they had prevailed, as destiny always dictated. If Zelda could rely on anything, she could rely on the story woven throughout history, inscribed in the golden ink of the goddesses themselves.

In the end, they always won.

But at what cost? Her kingdom lay in ruins, nobles squabbling for power, commoners scrambling for resources, soldiers looking for closure.

This was her fault. She had premonitions that something terrible would happen. When it all fell apart, she had hidden.

It’s over, she reminded herself. Cia is dead. It’s time to rebuild.

Zelda’s eyes returned to the Hero of Hyrule once more. Yes. Rebuild. They had a destiny to fulfill. Lana knew it to be true. It was why she kept watching them, it was why she refused to stay once the war was over.

Link was Zelda’s. And he always would be. Together, they had to rebuild what Cia had destroyed.

As soon as the ceremony was done, Lana disappeared with little more than a goodbye, leaving both Zelda and Link a little hurt and saddened. They’d fought and bled alongside each other for a year, yet Zelda had a feeling she would never see Lana again.

Perhaps it was for the best.

Looking up, Zelda watched the enchanted candles continue to fly away into the night sky. She said a prayer for the fallen, a prayer for her father, a prayer for her people, and a prayer for herself. Then she turned and headed for the castle, people following her silently. She would come to power on a throne of bones and brokenness, ascending to rule a kingdom that could barely even be called so. But her people followed her nonetheless.

The crowds meandered towards the throne room while Zelda was allowed to take a detour. They could wait. She wandered the cavernous halls instead, memories of a warm childhood washed away by the cold, pale light of the moon cascading over the place like icy water that carried away any life with it. Chandeliers were halfway dismantled from the ceiling or outright shattered on the ground, royal family paintings half burnt or crooked from their places of honor.

Zelda paused before a large room of tapestries and paintings, her family history displayed before her. Centuries—millennia even—of descendants of Hylia stood before her, each having overcome their own trials. Some stood out notably, some had to take on the burden of destiny more than others. Princess Zelda, the Guardian of Time who guided the Hero of Time to save two different Hyrules, who created a new identity for herself as Sheik to keep herself and the Triforce safe while actively fighting evil. Princess Zelda, the Dawn’s Light who had given her life and soul to protect the Hero of Light and a princess of shadow. Princess Zelda, the Sacred Diplomat who had fought a war against Ganon and won, who had overcome everything and reunited Hyrule, who had sealed away pure evil and helped split his soul into shards to protect the world from ever enduring such destruction again.

Each of these princesses had faced evil incarnate and won. Yet here she was, unable to protect her people from a petty sorceress.

But you did, she reminded herself. The war is over.

The war was over.

Zelda strode towards the throne room, steeling herself for her new destiny, promising she would never let her people down again.

XXX

The cold of the desert held little comfort to it, but the night sky was usually a beautifully welcoming sight. When the constellations twinkled with more lights than possible, a tan-skinned woman squinted and watched as seeming stars floated in a large cluster higher and higher into the air.

Ah. The funeral.

“What is that?” someone asked.

The woman watched the sight, her freckled face somber and serene. She bowed her head in respect, braids spilling over her shoulders, and then said quietly, “The war is over. Hyrule is mourning their dead.”

“Is it really over?” another Gerudo questioned. “It’s been a year.”

“Well, there aren’t giant portals, so I’d say that’s a pretty big hint,” another one noted, sarcasm heavy in her tone.

“What difference does it make? It’s not as if it matters to us.”

“The monsters spiling out of portals mattered, genius.”

“Yes, and where was Hyrule’s army? Busy dealing with Hyrule’s own affairs. Nobody cared if monsters came into the desert.”

“They don’t care about the desert,” the woman interrupted. “And it’s better that way. They barely know of our existence anymore.”

“That happens when they wipe us out.”

“Lady Nabooru!”

The woman turned her attention away from the lights of the funeral, watching one of her warriors run her way. “What is it?”

“There’s—there’s something going on,” the warrior stammered to explain as the others looked at her as well. “A man has appeared in the desert.”

What? A man? What was this about? Had Hyrule sent someone out here to their forsaken land? Nabooru rose, grabbing her twin scimitars, and followed the warrior. She didn’t have to go far – they crossed a few dunes and found him by some ruins. He was staring at his hands, flexing them hesitantly, his face mostly hidden from view as red hair spilled over to hide it.

Red hair. Dark skin. Those clothes. This man… this man was a Gerudo.

Slowly, his gaze moved up to meet hers. The diadem on his head was immediately familiar to her. Nabooru’s eyes widened, her breath stolen away, the chill of the desert freezing her to her core.

Every Gerudo knew the story of Ganondorf. And Nabooru knew a dark power had been on the sorceress’ side in this war.

The man breathed slowly, measuredly, as if he were testing out his lungs, as if the gravity of the situation made him have to think about every breath he took. Then he stood, towering over all of them.

When he broke the silence, he asked, “Where is my daughter?”

[somegrumpynerd]

Putting my special little guy through it

[chatonlaveur]

WIP preview for the Hyrule-centric LU fan comic I've been working on in my free time 👀

I really want to work on this, but also I am very busy rn, so we'll see when I actually get it finished :,) But like since this is theoretically in part an art blog I thought I should probably post some art even if it is just a WIP like this.

[tradingjack]

having fun with colors for once :P

thanks @creepycoffins for the awesome dtiys :D

[bambiraptorx]

I cast “Become a Tot” on Draxum

[I.D. Two panel comic. The first is a cloudy explosion labeled 'Poof!' The second is a teenage version of Draxum, his hands clutched to his chest and his hair floofed up in distress. His ears are somewhat larger than his canon design, and he wears a tunic with short sleeves and a himation, a large cloth wrapped around his body and draped over his left shoulder. He says "Τι συνέβη? Πού είμαι?!", which means "what happened? where am I?!" End. I.D.]

(pulls out that old teen Draxum design I never posted) well it didn't quite turn him all the way into a toddler, but it certainly did something.

...anyone here speak Greek? Or possibly Latin?

@tmntaucompetition

[ryllen]

i'm so happy to see you've fallen into twisted wonderland, but i did NOT expect you to fall in love with Sebek. good for you!

Love is an overstatement.

All i want to do is tease & scrunch his whole being into a little ball. 🤣

[strawberrywindow]

I couldn't stop thinking about an AU where Daniel resorts to gathering vitae again, this time to 'cure' Hazel, after his Brennenburg adventure💫, thoughts all mainly derived from this loadscreen text that tells us that Hazel is still in hospice care by the time the game's story began.

As much as I love Daniel, I don't think he really learned all that much from his experience even in the most charitable ending towards him in which he saves Agrippa. I can very, VERY easily see him slipping back into old ways if it meant saving Hazel. The most he seems to approach viewing torture as bad is when he realizes he himself no longer counts as an innocent so he can't justify killing others to save himself anymore. But killing no good, horrible, bad people to save HAZEL? Now, we're cooking with gas 😀 💀

[oakskull]

Tumblrrrr killing my image qualityyyy

Anyways its the lad :)

[raiiny-bay]

monster boyz thoughts...

[icantalk710]

I swear if you didn't see me, you weren't on the gym floor 😤💪🏽

[summertimemusician]

Linktober Day 7

Sky(loft)

*throws rose* For the First lovers.

Soft and sweet drabble with just the barest hints of tragedy, and more set on Skyloft than anything but I'd say it counts.

This chapter was brought to you by me getting emotional about the First Hero and his fate again due to the rain, the fact I believe all Links deserve to have love and appreciation but specially him. And the fact I think it's an absolute CRIME that we don't get anything more on him and that he and Sky don't get to have what Time and Twilight have, no I'm not bitter Nintendo I just want to talk, y'all can't just keep giving us like four Links before the actual heroes and then expect us NOT to want to elaborate with the crumbs we are given. If you ask me First and Sky deserve to interact and for First to have closure.

Anyway, as always can be read as romantic or platonic, up to y'all, and can be read in or outside and LU context, I just use Sky and First for simplicities sake but if you don't gel with LU then feel free to interpret this as something else, this is all highly self indulgent before I pass the heck out lol

If there was any place in Sky’s Hyrule that you could confidently say you adored with all of your heart and soul, Skyloft would be the most likely pick.

Even so high above it all in a way that would have you catastrophizing had you think too hard about what could happen if anyone ever accidentally fell from the isle even with all of the knights trained to not allow that to happen, you’d be lying if you said that it’s a wondrous mix of empyreal beauty and the comfort of safety and the wonder of touching the sky, a true breath taking haven that could soften even the hardest of hearts with time. Fitting of the warmth of the reincarnated goddess in Sun and the vast nature of Sky’s kindness, for all you knew he could be as frigid as the title of Godslayer demanded.

Looking at the way First let himself be tugged along the isle as soon as they’ve arrived in Sky’s land in a tour just reinforced that notion, you couldn’t help but chuckle a little. First was one of the harder Links to read, even more so than Time or Warriors, but looking at the way the stars of his azure eyes brightened with the fire of life hearing Sky talk about life in his home and about the many people made you feel so, so warm, like finding a nice sunny spot for a afternoon nap.

What could you say? First was such a wondrous person, calm and charming and perfectly polite and oh so kind in the way you knew all of your boys were. If there ever was someone who embodied chivalry and the ideal side of knighthood, he’d probably be the one to come to the forefront of your mind, and you’ve been insatiable for his happiness ever since.

When he first arrived to the Chain, he was as cold as the howling blizzard winds, heart a cold fort left in ruin and remade as best as a single man could for the sake of remaining kind, to do the right thing no matter what, it was a sentiment you knew far too well in your other boys, but specially so in First, who tried so, so hard to distance himself from getting attached. But who you knew loved the sight of the sky, as cold and numb it was in it’s distance, whom cared so so much he would driven himself into an early grave just to make the Surface a safer for the people who’d shunned him, whom after a long, long period of adjustment and effort from the Chain, allowed you to hold him close as he shaked from nightmares at night, allowing you to chase away memories of being held up by cold chains until the impression of them became one with his skin and subconscious, of being entombed and imprisoned in uncaring stone and iron to starve alone, being bitten at by hungry, crawling rats all because he wished to keep his people safe, made sure he could tell that your presence was tangible and real through telling stories from your world and singing him into dreams even through the fortress’s that was his stubborness. Trying your best to make lilies bloom on what looked like a most hopeless winter.

The day he actually chuckled and smiled, safe and healthy and alive in the presence of the Chain felt like the biggest victory you’d ever had.

He deserved to know love and to be loved as much as any of your boys, something real and tangible and that was actually properly reciprocated rather than used to justify an end. So seeing him being able to visit Skyloft with his descendant with a whispering, hidden smile was more than enough for you. And you can’t blame Sky for being equally animated about it, bless his heart, always wanting his people to be happy, always so, so kind, wanting to bring some solace to the older hero but being carefully attentive so his mood was still good

After all they went through they deserved it.

“Oh! There you are, I was just about to show First to the waterfall, want to come with?”, Sky snaps you out from your thoughts, touching your shoulder with a gentle smile.

“Unless something is ailing you, you did look quite deeply in though.”, added First, soft as the warm breeze on the isle in the sky.

You shake your head, smiling as you take First’s offered arm, an instinctive motion when he wished to be close but wasn’t quite ready for any other touch yet, and Sky’s hand in yours, which he swings with a hum, ears twitching, how precious. “Not at all, lead the way.”

As Sky leads you along, and you catch the ghost of a smile in First’s otherwise stern countenance and you take in the warmth of the late afternoon sun in Skyloft and the soft, eternal spring breeze. You think there’s quite a bit you’d give to keep witnessing these moments indeed.

The road to recovery was long and arduous, but you’d be there, and you knew the Chain would do their best to be there too.

[pcktknife]

change your theme to boothill (JOKE)

and if i said these were the first 2 characters i seriously considered before i even got these asks

[l0ganberry]

here's some minimum wage Jax doodles!!

I did a colored version and oh my stars...... I need this as a sticker now! I love it!!

[hangesbrattyapprentice]

Sleuths & Syndicates

Part 1

Mafia Boss! Shigaraki x fem!reader

˚✧₊⁎ find Part 2, Part 3 & Part 4 here ⁎⁺˳✧༚

MafiaBoss!Shigaraki who sees you reading a book in the park across from the restaurant he’s meeting a potential new hire at and does a double take. You’re an eyeful, in your cute summer dress that accentuates all the right spots – the tops of your breasts, your waist, the curve of your hips, and those bare legs all glossy in the sunlight!

MafiaBoss!Shigaraki who can’t stop thinking about you and your lips, pouting in concentration – what could possibly be that interesting in a book? – completely oblivious to the world around you. To the dangers around you. What a stupid thing. You clearly need protection.

MafiaBoss!Shigaraki who does the dirty work himself. Goes up to you, almost losing his nerve when you look up at him with wide, somewhat disoriented eyes, one airpod in hand. He carries you to his waiting car himself, unfazed by the fight you put up – he’s used to much worse from stronger men – kidnapping you in broad daylight. Let them see. The area is under his protection and he knows his pigs don’t squeal.

MafiaBoss!Shigaraki who has only ever been with simpering gold diggers after his money and clout, who can almost not believe how hard he gets when he has you tied up and all spread out before him. He’s never understood the true appeal of a four-poster until now.  He’s never understood the true appeal of sex until now. Maybe if he’d gagged those whores with his tie like he has you (the incessant screaming and cursing was getting a bit much), they’d have been less insufferable. But he never wants to think of another woman again – not when he now has you. Despite feeling like his cock will burst any second, he wants to take his time with you. He worships your body, kissing and licking you all over. Greedily biting and suckling and pawing on the plush undersides of your upper arms, your hips, all over your calves and thighs. Your skin is so warm. He wants to devour you. All of you.  

MafiaBoss!Shigaraki who groans pitifully when he finally lets himself mouth your nipple, immediately taking as much of your breast into his mouth as he possibly can, licking fat stripes all over it and absolutely losing himself in the feel of your soft skin against his chapped face, arms clung tightly to your squirming waist. He adores how your chest shudders with sobs beneath him.

MafiaBoss!Shigaraki who only lasts about three seconds when he enters your tight heat for the first time. He will cherish the sound of that panicked muffled shriek for the rest of his cursed life. He’s not bothered by the early release, either. He’ll be ready for more soon and it’s not like you’re going anywhere.

MafiaBoss!Shigaraki who spits on your face and then rubs his dick all over it, sliding it across your smooth cheeks and open lips, his flushed and leaking tip following the contours of your furrowed brows. He is enamoured with you, a ray of sunshine in his otherwise dreary world. The hand that isn’t guiding his dick by the base is fisted tightly into your hair, holding your head nice and still. You’ll learn soon enough to hold still for him all on your own.

MafiaBoss!Shigaraki who is over the moon when his little pet learns that good behaviour gets rewarded and seems all too keen to welcome him back after a long day of unpleasant business. “Catch on quick, don’tcha, sunshine?” he coos when you hold your legs up and open by the backs of your thighs for him. His cool, dry fingers stroke along your thighs before he pinches your clit between them just right. He chuckles at how you moan, bucking your hips up to chase the pressure. “So do I.”

[nectarine-neuroticism]

FARGO S5 DISC. & SPOILERS

gif set + pre-finale discussion below:

i'm genuinely curious what is going to happen in the the finale of fargo's fifth season. not a single season of fargo over the years has ceased to amaze me - throwing the most bizarre plot twists at every angle.

as screwed up as gator is, i actually hope he makes it out. i think he's a disgusting excuse of a human being, but he doesn't completely lack humanity either ... which is surprising considering he was raised by a murderous psychopath.

now that ole' munch has taken his toll on him and dot has turned the ranch upside down, i really hope that he gets the chance to live. he'll get to see things the way they are and always have been ... now that he has been blinded.

i want dot to end roy ... and i want gator to help her.

i, personally, think it would be so much more moving for him to live with the consequences rather than to die as a sacrificial martyr of some sorts.

[aefensteorrra]

well. I signed the contract and put the deposit down for a flat and move next week!!