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alumirp · 6 months

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Flying Low

A magical AU where Law is a raven shapeshifter, but has had his wings torn off, so he is always using a cane to balance himself and he lives in seclusion in the forest. He absolutely doesn't trust, well, anyone. Whether humans or other shapeshifters or any other race, he doesn't approach anyone and does everything he can to not let them approach his home either. But that changes when one day a guy just falls from the sky. It literally falls from the sky. Right in the middle of Law's herb garden and although he really wants to get rid of this invader, he can't get rid of his curiosity because Law's house is in the middle of the forest, far from peaks or mountains, so where the hell is this guy came from and, even better, how did he survive the fall? Curiosity (and his sense of duty as a healer) causes Law to drag the guy inside and nurse him back to health. 'The guy' soon wakes up and gets a name, Luffy, who reveals himself to be a priest of the Sun God's temple, which makes sense to Law, since Luffy's magic seems totally opposite to his, a raven whose species is constantly attributed to the Goddess of Darkness, Nika's enemy. All this, however, does not explain how Luffy fell out of nowhere from the sky and it only gets worse when not even Luffy knows how it happens. Unfortunately for Law, meeting Luffy is a path of no return and in the blink of an eye his isolated and peaceful life is disturbed by the priest who, after returning to full health, becomes a noisy guest in Law's small cabin. Things get weird when Law's wings start to grow back, white instead of black, at the same time that Luffy also starts to change. For worse. His health simply declines and his magic grows and becomes out of control, becoming a danger to everything around him, excluding, in some way, Law. Desperate to understand and help Luffy, Law begins his journey out of seclusion toward the capital's temple, where Luffy is said to serve as a priest. But dragging a time bomb in the shape of a man all the way to the capital is not simple when you are alone and Law has no option but to accept the growing number of people who seem to be drawn into Luffy's orbit and who decide to accompany them on the journey

#one piece #lawlu #lulaw #Law said 'I want to live in peace alone in a forest' and Luffy took it as a personal challenge #is just one piece but magical shapped #also luffy is about to explode #Other than that it's basically magic op #law said 'I want to take Luffy to the temple as quickly and as peacefully as possible' and EVERYONE took this as a personal challenge #nakamaship is what it is #Luffy is Nika but I think we already knew that.#he simply sealed himself in a human form or something and ended up awakening the seal when he began unconsciously healing Law's wings.#law said 'I don't want friends' and as always people felt challenged #People need to leave this guy alone he's going to have an aneurysm #This was supposed to be a winged au but I forgot what I was going to write lol #There is Zoro a half-blood tiger #Sanji a fugitive prince #Ussop a cursed wooden doll whose magic is highly fabricated based on his lies #Nami a witch who doesn't seem to know she has witch blood #Robin a mysterious shapeshifter who refuses to show her animal form (shes a godamn octopus)#Franky a robot who #similar to ussop #was cursed with sapience #Brook an undead whose bones were the only thing left #And Jimbe a fishman who was far from home at sea #they simply meet on the way #they look at Luffy (a strange and very friendly guy who attracts them) and Law (a grumpy guy who doesn't want them around)#they think 'hmm I should join the party'#much to law's despair lmao

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rainymoodlet · 11 months

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Kiss Me in Komorebi+ 🌸

[Episode Five] One Last Push!

Poor Maxie has been popping up Sad moodlets left and right, and Daniel's taken notice! He was Sad for the majority of the party, and when Dan finally had a chance to take him aside, he tried to comfort him to the best of his ability! When I tell you this dialogue came so naturally it just about wounded me - Maxwell is an absolute sweetheart, and Dan's right - he deserves all the happiness in the world!

[ Part 14/?? ] 🌹

@yikessims

#ts4 #ts4 edit #ts4 screenshots #ts4 gameplay #ts4 challenge #ts4 bachelor challenge #;kmik #sim: daniel #maxwell santiago by yikessims #||#me crawling up and down the WALLS because i didn't expect so much muse out of this convo and YET... posing it and writing it was so much fu #i don't know if dan comes off pretentious here but he's just tryin to help max out ;o;#bit bold of him to speak abt the guy's kid but thaaaat's our danno #straight to the point #maxwell has been popping up sad moodlets often and while they don't affect his ability to flirt #it has had a bit of an affect on his ability to enjoy jokes and talk with positive friendship gain #so when dan popped up with the option to comfort him i smacked that bitch like no tomorrow #the vibe here is not meant to be that maxwell wants to leave or can't handle the competition #he's just not had much experiences out in the world since the loss of his child #and it's been hard for him to adjust to having such a good time with other people while knowing that his son isn't watching him on the tv a #home :((( but he knows he's rootin for his old man!!#even in death we are still loved~#and the ring reference is bc maxie used to be a champion boxer!!! he is a whole package we adore this man we love him #we scoop him up and swaddle him and keep him saaaafe #i hope his dialogue and the length with which he talks is alright here :'))) he's one of my favorite lil bubbos to write!#tw child death /

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gotstabbedbyapen · 5 months

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Greetings! I dedicated a week to write a five-chapter fanfiction for Blood Of Zeus! Hope you guys will like it 👉👈

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always-a-joyful-note · 7 months

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As I have somehow become entangled in the Ensemble Stars fandom (I hate it here. Don't follow me to these waters, you guys) and am slowly reading the stories after the main one of music (and after watching the anime), I have come to the conclusion that Nito Nazuna is (probably unintentionally) Velveteen Rabbit coded.

If you don't know the story (spoilers for it ahead, you can read the short story here), it's basically about how a stuffed rabbit given to a boy as a Christmas present gets neglected in favour of newer mechanical toys. During his neglect, an older toy tells him a story about how the love of children to their toys can make them real, which the rabbit desperately wants but has little hope for. But by chance, a nanny gives the boy the rabbit to sleep with, cementing it as the boy's favourite toy. Sure, it gets more worn and other rabbits point out how it can't hop, but at least its loved...until the boy contracts scarlet fever and, for disinfecting reasons, the rabbit has to be taken out to be burned. Yeah, messed up...but as it waits for its fate, the stuffed rabbit sheds a tear where a flower with a fairy grows. The fairy proceeds to tell him that the boy's love made him real and takes him to the forest where he's able to finally hop away with the other rabbits.

I know it's a stretch. But a former toy/doll, incredibly loved but not really seen as real and that destroying him even if he's fine with it...then neglected when his "owner" contracts a sickness...then finding a spark of life that frees him from his inability to move...a transformation from loved doll to a real something that learns to love himself. Tell me that isn't Nazuna, and the rabbit imagery even fits. He breaks free from his constraints not to be alone but to be with others of his kind, to move of his own will with others! It's just so...we are all human and our relationships are so complex and someone else's tragedy that also makes you hurt for them can also be the reason you find your own self -

Honestly, I'm not sure if this is actually Velveteen Rabbit coded since I've only seen that story in the anime, but like...if you squint, it fits?

#jaofisjaeiorjwaeriwejr the anime flashback storyline killed me you guys #and just to let you know while i think shu was definitely...something for his views on mika and nazuna #im not blaming him for abandoning or neglecting valkyrie (seriously eichi what?) like i wouldnt blame the boy for getting a fever #one day i will read the rest of reminiscence (already read crossroads with slightly little context and still died)#and then ill be unstoppable #but guys guys guyssss #nazuna nito being a doll and finding his humanity with the other ra*bits is soooooooo #and ra*bits isnt even my favourite group #anyway dont get into enstars. especially when you dont have time like me #also if you think this is the end of me comparing enstars to literature you thought wrong #i will type more of these comparisons up in future days. this is a threat #enstars #ensemble stars #stuff i say #fandom spamdom #anyway note stop getting into media with questionable ethics writing and views on social and philosophical topics challenge...#seriously the morals of this game are messed up no matter what you believe in or who you are #it is amazing i want to kill it with fire but it compels me #please help #none of the characters in enstars are normal #the one good thing about enstars is that its good to take slow with...since its a game and something you read #unlike my poor neglected bsd and link click. im so sorry guys #but the other flipside is that THERES TOO MUCH LORE AND THE MORE I LEARN THE MORE IM LOSING MY MIND #what is WRONG WITH THIS STORY?

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deadstarsrisingsblog · 7 months

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Last line challenge

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many you like).

Thank you for the tag @blackkatmagic :D

“Taun We, show our guest to his quarters,” he continues, smoothing the fabric of his tunic with an absent hand. This time, when his eyes flit to the clones, there is no threat in his gaze. Only bland satisfaction.

Surprise, I'm working on the next chapter of Tripping Forward again @alamogirl80 >:)

No pressure tags: @foreverchangingfandomsao3 @cacodaemonia @alamogirl80

#star wars #my writing #snippet #last line challenge #last line game #tag game #tripping forward turning back #tripping forward #I feel like I always tag the same people #I'm so sorry guys I know like exactly six other writers #and the second I try to tag anyone half of them disappear into the void for me #rip

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carcarrot · 7 months

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well everyone now that sparkstember is over i can now devote my energy to being insane in other still sparks-related ways

#planning my next projects #on the one hand glad to not have to get a whole video done in the span of like 2 hours every day #on the other hand it was a fun creative challenge that gave me a sense of purpose. it was fun #but i need to keep myself busy as we descend into winter and ✨seasonal depression✨#if i dont get it done today over the next couple days im going to make something silly for goofball's upcoming birthday #and then once that's done i dont know. i want to get back to work on my screenplay and try to FINISH IT!! but idk how long that'll take #i also have to finally finish watching that film course i bought oops. maybe ill start it over #and then?????????#i have a vague Idea of a possible short film i could make. that would also be like a kind of prequel to my Main Film Idea #and its something i could actually reasonably do as a short film and its not like insanely big budget like every other idea i have is #and I'm debating abt emailing my old film teacher and being like heyyyyy maybe you could help me make this short film????#but id want to have this idea way more planned out and written before then. but OUGH WRITING ANOTHER SCREENPLAY???#WHEN I HAVEN'T EVEN FINISHED MY FIRST ONE??? sigh.#the road to making my Big Great Movie is long and arduous. will we get there. who knows #oh also debating abt writing a letter to those silly guys. but i don't knowwwww #OH lmao i keep forgetting to mention i finally got my passport (it actually came earlier than expected)#so like. goodbye everyone im heading to the sydney opera house on halloween (JOKE i am not that insane. but i wish i could)

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breaking-circles · 1 year

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[Image Description: Marian Churchland's Dragon Age OC template filled out with Isiik Lavellan, a dalish warrior Inquisitor. Isiik is shown from the waist up, looking warily to the side and crouching slightly. In his right hand, he holds his sword angled up and ready to attack. His left hand is braced out in front of him, the mark glowing a bright green. He is wearing a purple scarf draped over a dark purple jacket with puffy sleeves that end just past his elbows. The jacket tucks into high-waisted brown pants. Under the jacket he is wearing a pale yellow shirt. He has a shield on his back, the strap of which crosses his chest. He is wearing a glove missing its pointer and thumb fingers on his right hand. His dark reddish-brown hair is pulled back in a short ponytail except for two strands that hand on either side of his face. He has Dirthamen's vallaslin, which has smooth, flowing lines on his forehead, cheeks, chin, and along the length of his nose. He is frowning slightly and his brow is furrowed. His long elfin ears are nearly perpendicular to his head, causing him to appear slightly nervous or on edge. He has a pale scar that goes across his lips, reaching from the bottom of his chin to nearly reaching his nose and bisecting some of the vallaslin on his chin. He has heavy bags under his eyes. In the background, faint green lightning fans out from the mark. Next to his head are the words "wow this place is a freakshow. i dont respect literally any of you people." Below the quote is an attribution to "-Neopets User, 2017". Below the drawing, several traits are listed with a line between them to mark where the character falls between the two. Between cautious and reckless, Isiik is very cautious; between selfless and self-serving, he is more self-serving; between emotion-driven and logic-driven, he is more logic-driven; between forthright and dissembling, he is more dissembling; between friendly and unfriendly, he is more unfriendly; between devout and questioning he is extremely devout; and between trusting and suspicious he is very suspicious. Below the traits is a list of his main party: Cole, The Iron Bull, and Vivienne or Solas. Below that, there are a series of symbols that indicate which choices he made throughout the game. The first three indicate he is a sword-and-shield-wielding warrior, who chose the Champion specialization, and romanced no-one. The next row of five indicates he sided with free mages, left Hawke in the fade, preserved the Gray Warden order, gave the Orlesian throne to Gaspard with blackmail to benefit Briala, and drank from the Well himself. End of Image Description]

Ok! Last but not least here's Isiik (pronounced iz-ick), my Inquisitor! He has probably had the MOST change since my first playthrough. He is now an extremely jaded guy who is very much here against his will and refuses to let anyone forget that. His number one goal is getting shit fixed so he can go home and be left alone. The only person he gets along with is Cole and, at times, The Iron Bull. Nearly everyone else has said something to upset him and he holds grudges like a true champion. Basically, I'm living out my 'let me be a hater' feelings through him.

Currently, I'm designing him to be Intersex and Hard of Hearing. I am not part of either of these communities myself so I'm doing my best to research and portray these parts of him as best as possible since I really want to get this right. If anyone has any good suggestions for designing a character with these traits, please know advice, feedback, and critiques are always appreciated :]

Flat versions under the cut, since this post is already too long~

[Image Description: The same drawing as in the first image, though this time without the background or shading, making the colors easier to pick out. In the first of the two drawings, the glowing green mark remains, in addition to a glare on his sword. In the second image, both of those are removed, though a white gash remains where the mark is located. End Description.]

As always, relevant stuff will be in the replies. Thank you for the kind words and such, folks :]

#dragon age #dragon age inquisition #the herald of andraste #lavellan #da: inquisition #da:i #my art #dragon age fanart #artists on tumblr #artists of tumblr #digital art #isiik lavellan #oc: isiik lavellan #inquisitor lavellan #to be clear when i say he is devout I fully mean towards the Dalish creators. he doesn't believe in the maker or andraste #this is a safe space to hate on bioware's shitty writing. i was tired of not being able to call out other characters questionable actions #so i gave up and went fine ok if I cant actually challenge them when they say shit I'm at least gonna make a char that's as big a hater #isiik is the kinda guy who when cass says 'doesnt ur pantheon have room for another god?' straight up stands up and tries to leave the inq #he has required being hauled back to Haven and Skyhold multiple times. he refuses to let anyone forget he's there unwillingly #intersex character #hard of hearing character #Deaf character #hes not deaf but he is part of the Deaf community. insofar as it exists in Dragon Age #wolfy speaks #wolfy does art #wolfy's art

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larissa-the-scribe · 7 months

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Writing Room Updates

I have successfully started Just Passing Through, my Inklings Challenge story, and have a good outline worked out. I am getting such a good grade in Inklings Challenge--

I am probably going to change the name, however, since I feel like it doesn't really fit the vibe of the story or characters. Don't know to what yet.

Hopefully I'll have some sketches of Mrs. Abigail "Gail" Goffrey and the ghostie soon, but we'll see XD

#inklingschallenge #inklings challenge 2023 #Guys I did a full working outline for a short thing #I might be able to do a short story for once #We'll see XD #Mrs. Goffrey #Gail Goffrey #Other character names still pending #writerblr #ocs #the santa juliana files #scribe's writing room

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summertimemusician · 6 days

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WIP Snippet of the First x Prisoner Reader Vision I've Had Recently

It was dark, as it had been for a long time now.

How long has it been, since he was thrown into this dark cell with accusations of treachery and left to rot?

Days?

Weeks?

Months?

(He didn’t entertain the possibility of years. It slithers and bites cold and cruel like the metal around his wrists, it hisses mockingly in his ears like the demon’s, like snakes twining over his throat.

If he did, he’d think of Orville, of a demon desperately wanting to be granted rest, of deity’s with pale eyes and summer sunlight hair of golden Hylian wheat fields and blue skies. Of a world outside the prison cell.

He can’t afford to falter now, would not give the lord the satisfaction of thinking he’d successfully tamed a lion.)

It was quiet in the dark, if he did not move, nothing but his own breathing and the dizzying, choking dread over what he still saw every time he closed his eyes, over the threat of furious tempest and the burning greed stoking the flames of malice. His perceived betrayal and the injustice of being defanged when his only wish was to protect his people was more agonizing than any wound inflicted on him on the day of his imprisonment, festered like the untreated cuts and bruises, burning through his mind constantly like the tight strain of the chains, digging and pulling into at what was once strong flesh.

The silent isolation could drive any man insane, only stubbornness and determination kept him strong.

…

Suddenly, something changed, enough to make him stir, head hung low but ears twitching with interest. A familiar sound that made him bare his teeth with the most minute of flinches.

Shouting.

Angry yells and outraged howls, the type belonging more to a wild fox’s throat than that of a human’s.

Yelling was never a promising portent.

The metallic screech of an old rusted door being opened reverberated through the dungeon halls, thankfully not his own, a voice’s strangled cry cuts through the silence, more pain than rage, punctuated by the indifferent snapping of cold, twining chains and the slam of the prison cell’s entrance giving it a sense of finality.

‘... Why would someone else…?’

What kind of deeds did his apparent cell neighbor commit to get locked in the most deserted part of this place? He knew there was a cell by the side of his own, from what little he could recall before being imprisoned himself, but it made no measure of sense to chain someone else nearby.

(He knew what the lord was doing, keep him quiet after he'd spoken up about the threat, keep him isolated, drive him mad, slowly but surely chipping away at his will to live-

Even if he was released, who would believe the words of a madman?)

Link thought about his own circumstances, of how he had been branded of ill mind and opportunistic intentions, and ultimately decided it did not matter.

After all, his motives didn't matter either.

Soon enough there was banging on the metallic doors, then cursing, then yowling, then hoarse cries, and then nothing as the silence returned once more to stifle the atmosphere with its oppressive, suffocating weight. Clamping down like a lynel’s fangs upon his mind again.

Link’s ears twitched as he briefly flinched into consciousness, shuddering from both the deep aching in his bones and the cold of the cell, something whispering beneath the silence of the cell. It was subtle, a quiet little clink, clink, clink against the walls like a bird sharpening their beak on stone, his eyes snapped open, eyes darting about the darkness, squinting and straining his ears, the chains rattled with the suddenness of the movement and he gritted his teeth as each muscle screamed in protest, almost gagging at the metallic sweet smell mixing with the sourness of old sweat and the stale air of the cell. He really didn't want to dislocate one of his shoulders again, once was enough.

Link closes his eyes, and sends a quiet prayer for his fellow wayward soul.

...

At first, he thought he imagined it. He couldn't hear the firm footfalls of the guards, the main indication of their patrol routes, nor the confident stride and rankling jewelry of the lord, and he was sure his cellblock companion had gone silent after a quite a few possible weeks of putting up one impressive fight, he doubted they would have left anything much for them to work with.

(If his lips curved a little at the blood coating the lord’s fine sleeves after one of his visits, well, that was between him, the darkness and the goddesses, if they were listening at all.)

And still, the sound persisted, clink, clink, clink.

Then-

Clack.

He lifted his head with a wince, it throbbed but Link couldn't care less about it, he had to find the source of the sound. He squinted at the wall, finally hearing something new, the clanking of heavy chains and heavy, strained breathing, a voice growling in aggravation and strain, raspy in a way he was sure his own would match. A scraping against stone.

“Well… Not much of a breeze from there, great.”

He swallowed, throat suddenly dry as lightning lanced through his spine, a tension seizing his frame, the words came out before he could fully process them, “...Apologies to disappoint.”

“Oh goddesses-” There was a faint sound like something being dropped and the clanking of the chains alongside a faint, muffled thud.

“No goddesses to be found, not here. Just me.” He spoke, some amusement creeping into his voice.

A pause, the faint shifting of metal on stone, and then, “... Did you just- no, nevermind that, this is-” A faint, incredulous chuckle, teetering on the cliff of hysterics, still, they had a nice laugh and suddenly, Link briefly wondered what the shape of a smile would look like on their face, “I know this is probably an awful thing to say, stranger, but it’s so, so nice to know there’s someone else in this awful place other than that pretentious jerk.”

“The lord?” He inquired, more of a statement than anything else.

“That’s the one.” They confirmed, no small amount of bitterness coated their voice with the same sharpness found in the thorns of briars, “Barely a full year in the kingdom, and he’s got his people hauling me to the slammer.” They scoffed, their worn down voice carrying quietly through his cell, “And here I thought Hylia’s people subscribed to her ideology that all life is to be preserved and just judgment above all, guess the joke’s on me.”

Link hangs his head in resignation, something like loathing scraping at his throat, trickles of guilt swallowed down like blood, “... As someone once in his servitude, I offer my apologies on behalf of my people.”

“Oh.” The voice exclaimed, shifting in place, before speaking hesitantly, “Hey now, you don’t have to apologize. It’s got nothing to do with you, the idiocy of one man shouldn’t fall on your shoulders”

A part of Link would like to differ, maybe, just maybe, if he was still free then, he could have done something, anything to help. The prisoner’s howls still ring in his ears.

Remembering his own predicament makes him hold his tongue. If he couldn't even convince the lord that what he saw was the truth, he doubted he would actually succeed

“So…” They start, his ears flick at the light, metallic click, from the corner of his eye, he sees a piece of the wall fall away from a very subtle crack, the shattered stone dropping against the ground of the cell, mixing with the dark stains of old blood, “You seem like a decent enough guy, and you don't sound too hot there so I won't ask what you're in for, care to give me something to call you other than stranger? I'll give you my name in return. Doesn't look like we're going anywhere any time soon, may as well get used to one another.”

He blinked slowly, taking a deep, trembling breath.

When was the last time someone had treated him with any shred of sympathy? When was the last time he had someone to talk to?

(The lord didn't count, it was less a conversation and more so being talked at, urged like some sort of reluctant pet, degraded like a feral dog-

“Take it back.” The lord had spoken, his face impassive and eyes cold, as one of the guards held his head in a grip hard enough to rip the hair from his skull, he hisses, both from the concussion, his back open like a blooming flower and from the blood dripping into his eye and down his cheek like a faux tear, “You may have failed me, may have consorted with demons and dared to renounce our golden goddess' mercy. But so long as you agree to say that all you've told me is a lie, I'll let you go. You will live a normal life, all of your blasphemies will be forgiven.”

He gritted his teeth, it would be so, so easy. It was always that easy.

Except he remembered the thing he sealed in that mask, that even it seemed afraid of what was to come. How it shrieked and yowled and screamed and roared and pleaded to either be slain or sent back to where it belonged just so it would avoid getting involved. Of having nightmares of the sky set aflame for as long as he could remember, of a man with pale hair and crimson garments cackling as he tore his comrades limb from limb, of a woman with golden hair and impossibly seating sapphire screaming with the sound of shrieking birds behind her voice as crystalline wings were torn from her back by a man with hair the color of the fires of war, eyes alight with fury and hate-

He spits at the lord’s feet, snarling like the lion he was often compared to.

“Never.”)

What did he have to lose as he was now, defanged and declawed?

“Link.”

(You pause from the other side of the wall, freezing in place. The short, rusty dagger you had nicked from one of the guards scratching violently against stone as your broken hand shakes, an already unsteady grip sustained only through spite and desperation made lax with shock.

Link, says the man on the other side of the wall. The man whose voice is like gravel, like ashes after a forest fire, but still kind, a little awkward but who immediately apologized for something for harm he didn't even inflict upon you.

You had hoped the Hylia and Hyrule thing were coincidence at best , but now-

Mentally screaming into your own mind, you give him your name, the knobs of your spine prickling with a cold other than the metal collar around your neck.)

#lu first x reader #or if you prefer #first link x reader #for those who want to separate it from an LU concept #'Oh it's just a WIP it doesn't have to be good-' Me: *repeatedly double checking everything while struggling through essays #even though it's not complete*#told ya'll I'd write it out lol #or well in the process #Summer stop putting the Links and Reader through the horrors challenge: impossible #and failed sucessfully #Reader who is just trying to mind their own business and in denial: Alright so the whole fantasy settting #surely the Hylia thing is just a coincidence-#*gets sent to the slammer for perceived blasphemy #hears their other cellblock company is named LInk #flashbacks to the SS prequel manga* Nevermind I need to get outta here STAT. And maybe take this guy with me #summer writes #Summer Writes LU #Summer's WIP's

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