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black-is-beautiful18 · 9 months
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Since Disney hasn’t said anything outside of the trailer we got like…almost a month ago: Kizazi Moto: Generation Fire is out today on Disney+. It is a 10 part anthology series that honestly deals with a variety of things. African lore, aliens, spirits, etc. Each story is unique and has its own unique style. The stories are also by and animated by a variety of African artists so that makes it even better.
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Update: Don’t know how this happened but I forgot to put the trailer so here it is along with a teaser
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uniquevoidflowers · 4 months
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"What's that noise?" Wild asked.
"Oh...I think...a portal?" Four stood up and listened.
Legend also listened for the noise and soon found it, repeating in his ear. An eerie, ominous noise. "Let's go then." Time demanded and everyone began packing the camp up.
Once everything was ready to go, the cook led them towards a swirly black and purple triangle. The veteran hero remembered going through the portal the first time and ending up in the clearing where all the Links had met. Warriors smirked as Legend inched closer to the portal. "Well, going first again, vet?"
"Who do you take me for?" Legend rolled his eyes and stepped through the portal, chuckles slowly distorting and fading until disappearing completely.
The vet looked around to see he was in his era, and a smile crept across his face. He might get to see Zelda again. "Hey, we're in my era." Legend called and turned around only to see no portal there, and no sign of anyone but himself.
The blood drained from his face.
"H-Hello?" He yelled and then ran around, looking through bushes and behind trees, everywhere he could.
No one.
Legend took a deep breath and waited. He could wait for the portal to appear again, or for his brothers to find him. If...If nothing happened he could go to the castle, or his house, look for the chain. Maybe the portal took them somewhere else? Silence filled the air as the skies became cloudy. Legend waited but no one arrived so he started on his way to his house. Ravio would be there, awaiting him. Eventually, he spotted his house on the orchard and sprinted towards the door, hand gripping the doorknob and pushing the door open. "Rav? I'm home!" He called.
Nothing.
"This isn't funny!" Legend huffed and began searching the house.
Instead of two beds, he found one. Instead of finding Ravio's stuff and numerous hoods he found a green tunic and some of his own stuff. Legend searched everywhere but it was like Ravio had never even existed in the first place. "Maybe he went to go sleepover somewhere." Legend said to himself and walked out of the empty house.
"I'll kill that idiot for leaving my house unattended." Legend muttered, no real anger in his tone.
He travelled to the castle. The villages bustled with villagers who didn't seem to notice the hero walking around. Legend tried walking past a knight who did nothing but blink at him and then look over at someone else. Huh. Weird.
The veteran made it to the castle and tried to walk in, but the guards didn't let him. "State your business." They ordered.
"I want to see Zelda." Legend demanded, irritated.
The guards looked at him with confusion. "Zelda? I ain't heard of a Zelda."
"Stop playing with me, this is serious. I'll let the princess know how you're acting. She won't be happy." Legend snapped, irritation flickering through his eyes.
"Hm?"
Legend looked to see a girl he didn't recognize with a crown and a white dress. "This boy has been requesting to see you." The guards bowed.
The girl's eyes flickered with suspicion. "Who are you and why are you here?" She asked the vet.
"I--I don't...I'm Link! The Hero of Legend? I saved Hyrule from Ganon...I want to see princess Zelda!" He insisted, voice cracking at the end.
"Who's Zelda?" She asked.
"The princess of Hyrule?!" Legend tried.
"I'm the princess of Hyrule." The girl replied, eyeing the vet with concern.
This wasn't a new Hyrule. Legend recognized everything, even some of the villagers were familiar faces. So why...? "I-This doesn't make any sense!" Legend cried out.
"Have you hit your head? Is there some spell affecting you?" The girl questioned.
She thought he was insane. "No...No..I...Sorry, I'll be out of your hair now." Legend ran out of the castle and ran until he bumped into someone.
It looked like Impa. "Oh, Impa, thank the goddesses." He breathed.
The lady paid him no mind. "Impa!" He hissed.
No one answered him. The lady brushed past him and walked to a stall. Legend ran back to her. "Excuse me?"
The lady finally turned around. "Yes?"
"Are you...Impa by chance?" He asked.
"Uh, no, sorry." The lady shook her head and went back to buying whatever she was buying.
Legend saw Gulley, standing around. "Gulley!" He called.
Gulley turned around. "Who are you?" He asked, face twisted in confusion.
"Link...." Legend tried.
"Doesn't ring a bell." Gulley shrugged and started walking away.
Tears pricked at his eyes as he broke into a sprint into the forest. He made it to his house. He opened the door and practically sunk in a chair. He pulled out a journal and began sketching everybody he remembered. Zelda...Ravio...Ralph...
He moved onto the chain and tried to do the old man first but he couldn't...he couldn't remember what his face looked like. All he could remember of the face was that the old man only had one eye. Legend tried to sketch the smith, but....what....what did he look like again?
He knew the smith was short for his age....but how old was he? After a few failed attempts at sketching the smith he moved on to the traveller. But...he couldn't do it.
Link fell apart and started sobbing, paper and pencil falling to the ground.
They all weren't real. Link was dreaming the entire time. Link screamed and started throwing things across the room, pots smashing against walls and items cracking and shattering on the ground. Link sobbed and sobbed. He couldn't take another dream. He thought Marin had been real, then she was a dream. He thought the chain was real. He believed his friends were real. But they weren't.
Link remained like that for a couple of hours before there were no tears left. He sat against the wall, taking a few deep breaths. Then...he felt...hollow. His thoughts swirled until they became gibberish. All he recognized was that he was
A L O N E
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Ravio was delighted to hear a knock on the door. He opened it wide to see Link's friends there, panicked expressions on their faces. Ravio's smile fell. "Everything alright?"
"We went through a portal. We were separated from Le-er Link. Is he here?" Mr. Captain Hero Sir asked.
Ravio shook his head. Link's friends exchanged worried glances. "I-I'm sure everything's okay! He probably is just making his way here, or he's with Zelda." Ravio insisted.
"Or he got lost in another era." Captain Hero Sir Jr. mused.
"Could that even happen?!" Tune gasped, eyes wide.
"It's a possibility but very unlikely." Mr. Captain Hero Sir sighed.
Ravio takes a deep breath. "Well, I'm going to check in with Zelda and if Link's not there...I'll have to contact everyone."
"We'll come with." Captain Hero Sir Jr. rumbled.
Ravio nodded and set out with the heroes. After a long while they all arrived at the castle. Zelda informed them that she hadn't seen Link in forever. She had only gotten letters. Ravio asked her to contact people and Mr. Ralph Sir had promised to check in with Labyrnnia and Holodrum to see if Link had gotten there. After a few days of searching, no one could find Link. Mr. Champion Hero Sir tried to use the slate thingy of his but it was no use. Mr. Chosen Hero tried using the Master Sword but it didn't work.
"Where could he be?!" Mr. Traveller Hero cried out.
"A different era." Captain Hero Sir Jr. sighed, face stoic.
"We need to find a portal then." Mr Captain Hero Sir demanded.
"By--"
"No. I'm coming with." Ravio huffed and stuffed a few of his weapons in a bag.
The heroes nodded, surprised and Ravio set out with them once more.
"Mr. Hero? Link?" Ravio whispered.
Link looked up at him. His eyes shone no light, his eyes red and the house he was sitting him an absolute disaster. Pots had been smashed, glass was sitting on the ground next to him. "Mr. Hero...what happened?" He asked.
"Not...real." Link mumbled.
"What?"
"You're not real." Link hissed and grabbed a jar from a table and threw it across the room, the glass flying on the floor.
"Mr. Hero, don't do that! I'm real, I promise." Ravio panicked and wrapped his arms around Link.
"You can't be..." Link growled and shoved the merchant off of him.
"Link. You disappeared on your companions, and myself, because you were whisked away somewhere else by the portal. None of us know where we are, but this is not the Hyrule we live in." Ravio explained.
"Not real!" Link grabbed another jar and threw it at Ravio, barely missing.
"It is!" Ravio promised, weakly.
Oh Lolia, how does he convince Link he's real? "Ravio? Ra-Woah what happened?" Mr. Chosen Hero gasped.
"He doesn't think I'm real." Ravio informed him, softly.
Link curled up on himself, shoulders shaking. Ravio hesitated but hugged Mr. Hero again. "I'm real. I promise. I'm staying right here with you Mr. Hero. We're both real."
Mr. Chosen Hero wrapped his white cape around Link, a sadness in his eyes. "What's happening right now, is we're in some sort of twisted version of your era. Warriors is finding out as much as he can, but we know that this is not your Hyrule."
Link looked up, tears streaming down his cheeks and he nodded. He didn't looked convinced but he still listened. Ravio would have to find a way to help him later. For now they needed to get back to Hyrule.
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braxiatel · 1 month
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I honestly and truly believe all good AUs should be a little “”””ooc”””” in the sense that good characterisation involves understanding that changes a characters backstory and circumstances will have an effect on how they respond to the world around them
Good characterisation isn’t about creating a perfect 1:1 canon replica it’s about understanding why a character is different in your work and about grounding the changes you do deliberately choose to make in canon character traits
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boldlysizzlingvoid · 2 months
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DEV!Shot (A Oneshot AU)
A unique AU of the Indie RPG puzzle-based video game 'Oneshot', told by a young alternate version of Niko and his mom, creating unique fangames alongside a team of game dev's
Storyline: In the big bustling streets of NYC, a young woman and her young 9-10 year old son, 'Nick', are apart of a big fangame developing team, who set to create fangame's and AU's of the famous RPG game 'Oneshot'! Together, the team use they're skills to create amazing worlds and stories of they're creations.
Genre: Comedy/Slice-of-life/Family
Character Cast-
Nickolis Naddin ('Nick')
Gender: Male
Age: 9-10 years old
Occupation: Artist/Voice Actor/Designer
Appearance: Nickolis is a very short young boy, with vanilla porcelain white colored skin, covered in brown freckles. His head is covered in short, silky and curly dark crimson blackish colored hair, his eyes are an beautiful dark emerald-greenish shade. His body is very soft, huggable and squishy. He is around '10-11 feet tall in height. Has a adorable little, button-shaped circle roundish nose, that always has a red runny hue on it. Has a wide gap in between his teeth. His teeth are a pearly pale white. Face is very cute, short and roundish looking, has adorable chubby cheeks that always have brownish hues.
Personality: Nickolis is the youngest member of the Dev team, and is extremely creative. He comes up with many unique ideas for the team to do artwork for unique Oneshot AU's to do fangames for, sometimes even drawing out concepts to help! He is also really passionate when doing voice-acting for character voices too as well, wanting to make unique voices in his work alongside the other members of the team
Likes: Making Art, coming up with AU's, making fangames, listening to pop music, Helping others, Being with his mom, Chocolates, Pizza, Cheeseburgers, Hot Dogs, Sunny Days at the Beach
Dislikes: Rainy Days, Thunderstorms, Running out of Art Supplies, Haters, Mean People, Veggies, Loud Noises
-Nickolis is the youngest member of the team
-He is a part time artist/young Voice Actor
-He's a hugger. A REALLY big hugger.
-He and his mother have lived in New York City they're whole life
-He likes to do his own unique voices for Niko in the AU's he and the team make for the fangames!
-Likes wearing hoodie's and cat-eared headphones on a lot
-His favorite breakfast food is his Mom's famous triple chocolate chip fudge cookie pancakes
-Love's to do really detailed artwork for fangames, for things such as backgrounds, character designs, etc.
-Has somewhat sensitive hearing (poor boi.)
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luvit · 3 months
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wearing ghosts hoodie absolutely NAKED and he gets turned on seeing readers nipples and suckles on em🤭
(gn!reader, mdni 18+)
ghost is fuckin' filthy. you know those thin hoodies that you can't wear out on a windy day, they're practically useless? he gets you one of those on purpose. can only resort to wearing it around the house when it's laundry day and have nothing else to wear. which leaves him the perfect opportunity when he sees your nipples peeking through the thin fabric as you lay on the couch.
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it's cold in the house, you can't help it! but ghost definitely left a window open or turned the temperature down when he saw you roaming around in that hoodie and some underwear. you told him it was laundry day so you've nothing else to wear. he nods but eyes honing in on the peaks of your nipples that are showing.
just can't help himself when he saunters over and slots himself between your legs. you think he's just looking for a cuddle with how he lays on you and moves your arm out of the way for him. but you jump when you feel his mouth latch onto your nipples through the hoodie.
can feel how he sucks through the cloth and soaks it in his spit. it starts leaving wet marks all over your skin and you can see the dark, dampened cloth of the hoodie when he switches to the next one.
"what are you doing?" you'll ask in surprise, maybe letting out a moan when he tugs at your nipple with his teeth through the cloth. he bites hard enough to effectively grab and toy at it.
"couldn't help myself," he shrugs and goes back to what he was doing. so all you can do is just lie there and take it.
feel the way his tongue pokes at you and pushes your nipple as if it'll soften it. but it just gets worse as his teasing makes your nipples feel harder than ever. doesn't even use his fingers and just keeps drenching your hoodie where his mouth is attached to you. massages your nipple in his mouth from there and you're squirming so bad underneath him.
you have half a mind to tell him to stop because now another one of your clothes are dirty and all the rest of them are in the wash. but you're stuck under him as he nibbles and suckles at your nipples. would remind you of a baby if it weren't for the way his satisfied sighs and flicking of the tongue was having you leak through your last clean pair of underwear.
and it's about time he noticed that too because you buck your hips against him and grind when he bites down a little harder after switching. he pulls back to see how wet you are down there done by your own doing. he salivates at the sight of the damp spot on your undies, crawls down to mouth at there next.
"don' worry. i'll clean ya off," he mutters before he's latching onto your core and trying to suck your juices through the cloth.
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songtwo · 7 months
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it's already been said but it's crazy how female artists in the 90s wanted nothing to do w the feminist label and yet the message they sent through their music was actually empowering due to its rawness and authenticity while nowadays everyone tries too hard to be a feminist and an ally and they just come off as fake and bland bc it's all this sugarcoated liberal white feminism #girlboss barbie 2023 and the worst part is ppl actually buy into that but get scared when they see anything sinead oconnor did
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egophiliac · 7 months
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another one that I'm not super happy with, but continuing to mess with it isn't going to help! so here he is! 🦇 there was a lot I was trying to get across in this one, so uhhhhh hopefully it reads.
we're almost out of unique magics now...just Ace (and maybe Grim?) left!
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nintendont2502 · 1 year
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I love how natural typing is in Homestuck - like the characters make typos that become stupid injokes:
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They fuck up their HTML
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They pick up the way others type
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It just feels so real I love it
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future-crab · 7 months
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The thing about TMA is that if I think about Sasha James too much I will cry and if I think about Michael Shelley too much I will cry and if I think about Agnes Montegue too much I will cry and if I think about Jonathan Sims too much I will cry and if I think about Naomi Herne too much I will cry and if I think about Gerry Keay too much I will cry and if I think about Tim Stoker too much I will cry and if I think about Jane Prentiss too much I will cry and if I think about Martin Blackwood too much I will cry and—
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roboticchibitan · 6 months
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Once again thinking about the ATLA post series (not in continuity with the comics) fanfic I'll never write that follows Azula going to work in Iroh's tea shop in Ba Sing Se and her ensuing struggle with psychosis and realizing she was in the wrong and is just as much the victim of an abusive parent as Zuko was.
In this story Iroh tries to help her and at first she HATES it. She hates his kindness, she hates the sadness on his face when he sees her struggling, she hates all of it. At one point she snaps at Iroh to stop pitying her and he says, "Don't you know the difference between compassion and pity?" And she snaps back that they're the same thing and he replies, "You're wrong, Azula. Pity is simply feeling sad for someone's circumstances. Compassion is the desire for their circumstances to get better." And it hits her like a ton of bricks that this man, unlike her father, wants what's best for her. He's only ever treated her with kindness and she's disrespected him and called him weak for it and it's the most actual love she's ever received from a father figure in her fifteen years of life. And she wants nothing more than to cry in his arms but she can't yet because she doesn't know how to show weakness in front of anyone because of what her father did to her.
I see a post floating around sometimes where someone said that as a child, Azula is the scariest character, but as an adult, she's the saddest and I agree. She was 15. She deserves a redemption arc.
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marvel-ous-m · 1 year
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After Starcourt, Steve and Robin began a new tradition- 'spa nights'. Robin would make them homemade face masks (“peaches and yogurt? On my face? That’s disgusting Robin.” “Shut up and put it on, dingus.”). They would put in a shitty tape from Family Video and Steve would paint their nails. (“How do you even know how to do this Steve?” “I’m a babysitter, Rob, it’s in the job description.”)
The school year started and Robin got a lot more busy- what with it being her senior year and all- but they still made time for spa nights. They were less frequent (maybe once a month instead of every other week), but they happened.
Vecna came, they killed the bastard, and they all lived- somehow, miraculously, certainly not unscathed, but they’re all alive. They beat him. A few months later, after the almost-end-of-the-world, Robin brought up their spa nights. (“Come on, Steve, it’s been months. My brain needs a vacation, my face needs a vacation, my nails need a vacation.”) Steve agreed, acting reluctant (but was secretly really excited to get back to one-on-one time with his best friend).
Except the kids find out, namely El and Max, and they beg Steve and Robin to join them. The two acquiesce, and then Eddie hears about it and joins the party, too. Uninvited. (But nowadays he doesn’t need an invitation. He shows up, bright personality and even brighter smile, and brings a constant, welcome addition to the party. Along with some… feelings that Steve can’t even start to try and acknowledge.)
The spa night comes and everyone crowds into Steve’s living room. Robin has put together a new face mask recipe (“ugh, what is in this?!” “Just shut your mouth and put it on, Red.”), Eddie brings his braiding skills, and Steve provides the nail polish.
Only now, his hands shake.
It’s something he’s noticed by now. The nerve damage from fighting the bats and Vecna, the 24/7 anxiety, the brain damage, something that they faced over spring break has left him with a tremor that he can’t quite get rid of. Sometimes it’s small, sometimes it’s more noticeable, and tonight… well, it’s not great.
Robin wiggles her fingers at Steve, ready for their tradition of him painting her nails, and Steve hesitates. It’s a small thing, but his shoulders tense. He hasn’t mentioned the shaking to anyone yet, and he knows that he wouldn’t be able to get the crisp, clean paint that he used to. The tremor would make itself obvious, and he just can’t face picking up the nail polish bottle. It’s a sign of the new weakness, one that he can’t admit to others, can barely admit to himself… he can’t face being seen as weak. As flawed. As-
“Hey! Are we painting nails?! Here, lemme have a go. I haven’t done it on anyone else before, always just painted my own.” Eddie interrupts Steve's train of thought in his easy way and grabs the nail polish from just below Steve’s hand. He plops down between Steve and Robin, admiring the color the later had chosen. “Robin’s Egg Blue, very fitting, Birdie.” Eddie winks at her and starts painting, accomplishing a more polished finish than Steve was ever able to get before Spring Break.
And Steve just watches. Quiet, his hands on his knees. He watches as Eddie paints Robin’s fingernails blue, then Max’s a bright red. Eddie paints Eleven’s a deep purple shade, then gives himself a fingernail in each polish that Steve has to create a rainbow of clashing colors. Afterwards, once the paint has dried, the girls all wash their face masks off and curl up to watch the shitty movie Robin had picked.
Eddie turns to Steve then, a bright yellow shade in his hands. “Want a turn, sunshine?” Eddie must’ve seen the look on Steve’s face, the flash of pain, because his voice turns to a whisper before Steve can answer. “I can help you keep your hands steady, Stevie. Don’t worry about that. Just relax and lemme treat you to a manicure.”
Steve startles at that. He thought he'd been better at hiding it. “How did you know?“
“How wouldn’t I know, Steve?” Eddie grabs Steve’s hand, a gentle but firm grip holding his fingers straight and steady. “I paid attention. I noticed. We all came away from that fight with a different scar, and we all need some extra help with different things now.” Eddie speaks as he paints, carefully brushing away any mess with the corner of his thumb. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, but I get it if you can’t tell anyone just yet. I’ll be here to help, though. Just like this. If you want it.”
Steve’s quiet still, but now in an effort to keep his emotions at bay. He’s never had anyone do… anything like this for him before. Eddie moves on to paint his other hand, and they sit in silence while the sound of the shitty rom-com washes over them, joined by the occasional giggle or mocking comment from one of the girls. Eddie does a second coat, brushes any scraps of excess paint away with an alcohol wipe, and caps the nail polish with a gentle smile.
Steve admires his nails, then glances up at Eddie, his eyes welling. “Eddie, thank you-“
“Don’t worry about it, darlin’, it’s just a paint job-“
“No really, Eddie. Thank you. For everything. For noticing. No one’s ever-“
“I’ll always notice, Stevie.” Eddie squeezes Steve’s arm, then turns slightly to watch the movie, his hip pressed against Steve’s.
Years later, in retrospect, Steve realizes that the spa night was the night he fell in love with Eddie Munson.
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black-is-beautiful18 · 6 months
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“So we can’t write Black characters?🧍🏾‍♀️” No one said that but if they did they’d have every right. Within two weeks we have learned that not only did a white woman write a “Black romance” but that it will be marketed during Black History Month among other unbelievable things and that another white woman thinks that we put bacon grease in our hair…Tell me why we would want you to write Black characters when y’all are always doing something you’re not supposed to. Touching our experiences without an ounce of research is very bold. Of course you’re getting cussed out and left bad reviews. You thought you had a right to tell that story when you didn’t. If you want to include us in your stories do so without overstepping. That’s all.
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uniquevoidflowers · 5 months
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A fic based on @kikker-oma's art :)
“Please, Legend, are you in there?” Four trembled, backing up slowly.
Legend’s eyes were missing their pupils, and instead were consumed by a bright lilac. The vet moved closer, yellow sword raised in a threatening position. Inside his head, the colours were thrown into chaos. Vio had no idea what to do, Green was trying to comfort Red who was silent and broken by the sight of the veteran attacking them. Blue was frozen with shock, anger not at the vet, but whatever was going on building inside him. “Legend?” Four tried again, and heard rocks skitter down a surface.
He looked behind him to see a cliff, and the blood drained from his face almost instantly. The veteran gained a cold and cruel grin that seemed so out of place. “LEGEND!” Four screeched, his eyes changing colours rapidly as his voice went off with each different emotion.
Tears began sliding down Four’s cheeks as Legend approached rapidly. “Please ve-“
It was a blur, but a sword ended up in his stomach and he fell backwards barely missing the cliff. Agony spread through his stomach but then disappeared as his vision was growing darker. The colours were completely silent. 
So this was how they died.
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“We need to split up and gather supplies.” Warriors demanded.
Everyone nodded in agreement. “Who’s with who?” Legend grumbled.
Time decided to assign people partners because everybody didn’t care too much who they were with. Four ended up with Legend, and they were going to get some more firewood for later. Wild had said previously that he had run out of wood, and considering how much they burn each night, it was a task that was necessary. The captain told the veteran and the smith that if they ran into any monsters, to try to avoid them but fight if needed. Legend had rolled his eyes but nodded. 
Then they walked together and chatted. Four found out that Legend had a little bit of experience in forging. “Interesting.” Vio mused.
“We’ll have to see how much he knows.” Green grinned.
Four gained the same grin on his face and the vet’s face twisted into one of confusion. “Uh…? Smithy?”
“So…let’s talk about your experience in the forge.” Four’s eyes glimmered with green and purple.
“Well—“
Suddenly the bushes beside them rustled dangerously and monsters popped out, nasty looking clubs and swords in their bony hands. “Oh not again.” Legend groaned and pulled out his sword.
Blue swung at the monsters with his ferocity, and Vio kept an eye on Four’s surroundings. Red and Green teamed up to do what they needed to do. The smith defeated enemies with ease, as did the veteran. 
The battle continued.
“Watch out!” Legend called.
Vio spotted a Moblin just in the corner of Four’s vision and yelled. Blue gave a battle cry and slashed at the opponent, barely dodging the monster’s club. “Thanks vet!” Four shouted back.
Legend gave a nod and lunged at another enemy. Four readied his sword and sliced off the Moblin’s arms. Black blood splattered across the battlefield. “We should’ve known.” Blue grumbled.
“Chuchu there.” Vio informed everyone.
Four dodged as it jumped at him and then cut at the blob of blue. The battle continued like that until the dust settled and the monsters were all unmoving on the ground. Four sheathed his sword and walked over to the vet, stepping around the monsters. “Are you okay?” Four asked, eyes swirling with green and red.
“Yeah. What about you?” Legend eyed the smith.
“No injuries.” Four said, giving a small sigh afterwards.
“Good. Let’s keep going, we haven’t gotten any firewood yet.” 
They walked for a bit and searched the forest for proper wood. “These are some good trees.” Four hummed and grabbed an axe from the veteran’s bag.
Soon noises of metal hitting wood filled the forest, and slight grunts. The axe was really heavy for the smithy, considering it was bigger than him. Suddenly, the ambience faded and was replaced with coughs and hacking. Four jerked around to see the veteran doubled over, clutching his throat as he coughed. “Vet?!” Four yelled, eyes flashing with all the colours.
“Fo-“ Legend tried but failed to talk as he struggled to breathe.
Something dark started spilling from Legend’s mouth, it looked like…black…blood….
“How…?” Green said, trailing off.
“What do we do?!” Blue screeched.
“I don’t know…This has never happened before…” Vio murmured.
Eventually Legend’s eyes rolled to the back of his head and he fell limp into Four’s arms. Four stood there, stunned. “Black blood…Why…?” Vio mused.
Red held back tears. “We need to help him.”
“No shit sherlock.” Blue snarled.
“Calm down Blue. If we can go find the others, they might know how to help.” Green suggested.
“Good idea.” 
Four hefted Legend, running as fast as he could. Blue and Green kept watch for any sign of the chain.
Four had been running for what seemed like a millennia. He had to stop to rest, his face flushed as he panted heavily. Legend stirred suddenly, and his eyes flew open. “Legend!” Four called out, relieved.
But Legend’s eyes weren’t the same they were before. They were no longer the violet hue Four knew, instead it was a very light purple. Legend leapt out of Four’s arms like nothing had happened. “Legend…you…” 
The veteran stared at the smith for a hot five seconds before unsheathing his golden sword.
 “Vet?” 
Legend snarled and slashed at Four, his sword barely missing him. “What the fuck?” Blue blurted out through Four.
“What’s he doing?!” Green said.
“We need to get out of here.” Vio said, voice cold.
“What? We can’t leave him!” Red protested.
“We have to. We can’t fight him, unless you want to hurt him.” Vio retorted.
Four blocked another attack and fled. Legend was fast on his trail though. “Legend what’s wrong?! What are you doing?!” Four yelled as he sprinted for his life.
The vet didn’t answer. 
Eventually Four tired out.
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“Alright it’s probably time to regroup.” Warriors demanded.
Sky nodded in agreement.
The two walked for a bit before they saw a blur of red and blue in the distance. “Is that…?” 
Suddenly the vet was running at them. The smith however was not with him. “Legend!” Sky shouted, eyebrows furrowed.
The veteran however walked up and grabbed Sky’s sailcloth, tearing it off of the chosen’s shoulders. “Hey!” Sky yelled.
“Knock it off vet.” The captain ordered sternly.
Legend gave Warriors a blank stare, and the captain had just noticed that Legend’s eyes were missing pupils. “Give it back!” Sky barked.
“Wait, chosen, look at his eyes.” Warriors whispered.
Sky obliged and gasped. “Vet? What happened?”
Legend didn’t reply, and then grabbed an ice rod from his bag. Warriors paled. “We need to go. Now.” 
“We can’t leave him!” Sky said, eyes wide.
“We must chosen—agh!”
The veteran had used his ice rod to freeze Warriors legs in place. “Legend, snap out of it!” Sky tried.
Legend’s cold and unfocused gaze landed on the skyloftian instantly. “Freaky.” Warriors muttered.
“C’mon vet, you wouldn’t hurt us!” Sky reasoned.
Legend put a hand up to his chin to think, almost in a mocking way, before letting out a laugh. The laugh was not Legend’s though. Warriors gained realization at this. “Sky, he’s being controlled!”
“…Is there a way we can help him without hurting him?” Sky asked, voice steely. 
“Sealing power, or light magic of some sort could help here. I don’t have any though. You?” Warriors said.
“No…Could the others possibly have some?” 
“Maybe…Wait where’s Four? Wasn’t he with Legend?” 
“…Oh.” 
Warriors cursed. “Okay, I’ll go find Four in case he needs help. But first…Maybe we can tie the veteran up?”
Sky looked uncomfortable at the idea but nodded. Warriors grabbed some rope from his bag and then Sky distracted Legend. The captain then tackled the veteran and bound him to a tree. The chosen took a deep breath, looking a little green and snatched the veteran’s bag, knowing the vet could escape with some of the items in there. Legend struggled against the ropes and tears suddenly rolled down his cheeks as pupils came back. “W-Wars?” Legend let out.
“Legend? Are you in there?” Warriors asked.
“S-Something’s going…on…I..can’t—“ Legend broke off, eyes returning to how they were before.
Sky looked like he could throw up. “Is it okay if I leave you here with Legend?” Warriors asked the chosen.
“Yeah.” 
Warriors gave a tense nod and then took off. Eventually he reached a cliff and was met with a terrifying sight. “FOUR!”
The captain dashed to the smithy and checked his bag for fairies or potions. He pulled out an elixir. Then he took a deep breath and pulled out the sword that was impaling Four. He then quickly made the smith swallow the elixir. The wound closed up and Warriors gave a quick sigh of relief. If it had been a regular potion, it wouldn’t have worked so well. Warriors picked up the smith and started running back to Sky and Legend. 
“That’s a lot of blood!” Sky yelped once Warriors had gotten there.
Warriors pulled out a bedroll and put Four there. “I can keep watch over him now. You should go find the chain, bring them here. I don’t think we can move Four any further right now.” 
“Okay.” Sky obliged and left.
Warriors sighed and looked at the veteran. Legend was sitting there, eyes blank and unseeing, but the vet was still breathing. “Legend…” Warriors started.
“Captain.” Legend’s voice wasn’t his, instead it was much deeper and gravelly. 
“You’re not Legend.” Warriors blurted out.
‘Legend’ chuckled darkly. “Than who am I?”
Warriors bit his lip. “Someone else.”
‘Legend’ laughed in his face. “Oh such a genius you are, captain. Do you mind enlightening me on who this someone else is?”
Warriors looked away and instead gave Four another elixir, for good measure. 
“Am I irritating you? That’s too bad. It’s really fun to talk to you.” ‘Legend’ said. 
Warriors bit his lip harder until he tasted blood. But he didn’t speak. 
“Such a shame. Speaking of fun though, you know what’s more entertaining than talking to you?” ‘Legend’ paused. “Feeling how weak and desperate my host is. He calls out for help as he cries and hurts. That, my dear captain, is fun for me.” 
Warriors glared at him, anger surging in his heart. He wanted to speak against ‘Legend’ but he wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of words. “I can see your determination. From both you and that chosen hero. Don’t waste your time and effort, he’s long gone.” ‘Legend’ scowled.
Warriors tried not to believe whatever was controlling the veteran but he grew more worried and felt a little bit of grief. 
“You know, we can’t have a proper conversation if you don’t add to it.” 
Warriors kept his mouth shut. If he did that in the war, then he could do it now. “But that’s fine. I’ll keep talking anyway. Say captain, I heard you were in a war.”
Warriors flinched. 
“I’ve heard right then. I heard there was a woman in the war that was powerful. Her name was Cia. You know, I can summon her here or bring you to her if I wanted to. But that’s not very fun for me. I still want to use my host’s power.” 
The captain shuddered.
“Oh, I’m hitting a nerve huh? My apologies.” ‘Legend’ mocked.
Warriors wanted to scream.
“I sense they’re about to be here soon. They’ll never believe I said these things to you.” ‘Legend’ said and then closed his mouth and mimed zipping it up.
Warriors hands brushed the hilt of his sword but he quickly yanked them away. “Wars!” Sky called.
“Oh thank the goddesses.” Warriors mumbled.
“Let me see.” A deep voice rumbled and the captain saw Time shove past the others and walk towards ‘Legend’.
“Vet, if you’re in there, say something nice.” Time demanded. 
‘Legend’ smiled and didn’t say a word. Warriors was getting a headache.
“What do we do?” Wind asked, voice wavering. 
“The captain and I agreed that light magic or sealing power would be our best bet. Does anyone have any source of light power?” Sky questioned.
Nearly everyone shook their head except Wild. “I don’t have any but Flora has a bit of her sealing power left. Only problem is we’re not in my era.” 
It was silent for a moment. 
Then a golden portal lit up in front of them and they were all sucked in.
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“So Hylia decides to help us now.” Time sighed.
They landed atop a house in what Wild claimed to be Hateno Village. Legend was still tied up, thankfully. Four was lying unconscious on the roof, so Warriors slung the smith up on his shoulders. “She should be in the house.” Wild said.
Twilight gave one look at the veteran and then picked him up. “Careful.” Warriors croaked.
Time shot a concerned look at the captain. Warriors disregarded it. 
The chain walked by Wild’s guide to the house and the cook swung open the door. “Purah, I told you to knock—Link?” A woman with green eyes and long blonde hair swung around. 
“Zelda!” Wild gave a sigh of relief and embraced said Zelda.
“Oh thank Hylia you’re alright! Where have you been?” Flora cried out.
“It’s a long story…but before I explain I do need your help. Come on in guys.” Wild gestured to the chain.
Flora’s eyes widened. “What…?”
“Apologies for the intrusion, Flo-er Zelda. My name is Time.” Time introduced himself.
“Yeah, these are heroes from different eras in the past. But…one of them needs help.” Wild said.
“Which one? How so?” Flora asked. 
“This is Legend, or the veteran. He’s being possessed, I’m sure of it.” The captain pointed shakily to said veteran.
“Let me guess, you want me to attempt at rescuing him with my sealing powers?” Flora raised her eyebrow.
“Zelda…please…He’s like…He’s like a brother to me.” Wild mumbled.
Flora softened. “If that is the case, I shall try. I will warn you, my sealing powers aren’t as strong as they were before.”
“Thank you Zelda!” Hyrule said with tears in his eyes.
Flora gave a nod and then took a deep breath. Then light sparked from her hands as she closed her eyes. It enveloped Legend, but when the light faded back into Flora’s hands, Legend smirked and nothing had changed. “What? But that should have worked!” Wind gasped. 
Flora tried again, but to no avail. 
The rope holding Legend back loosened and the veteran stood up. A sword appeared in hands, looking eerily similar to the one the black Lizalfos used before. “Well this is unnerving. I still sense evil in him…” Flora muttered.
“Stop!” Time barked at the vet, like that would do anything.
Legend tilted his head and walked towards the old man sword at the ready. Time blocked it but it sent him flying across the room. “Old man!” Someone shouted.
“I’m fine.” Time responded and stood up.
Legend shot a smile at the captain and suddenly aimed for the sailor who was not expecting an attack. 
Wind yelped as the veteran was about to plunge the sword into him, but Wild blocked it with a shield. The shield shattered into pieces instantly. Just as Legend was about to hurt Wild, Flora cried out and shielded him with sealing power. It grew more powerful. The vet’s eyes blew wide and then he fled out the door. “No!” Sky shouted. 
Twilight tried to run but Warriors stopped him. “I know what that thing wants. You going after it alone isn’t going to help anyone.”
The rancher sighed and went to stand beside his protege instead. Time looked out through the open door, eyes beginning to water against his will. 
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“I can defeat you.” Legend yelled at the abyss. 
Dark Link stood there a smirk on his face. “Oh really? I’d like to see you try.” 
Legend gave a cry and lunged at Dark Link, only to be thrown away. “I will kill your beloved brothers. The best part? It’ll be by your hands.” Dark Link snarled.
“I won’t let you!” Legend screeched and stood up again only for white hot pain to meet him in the chest.
“You’re doing quite the terrible job at defending yourself. Honestly, I could kill you right now if I wanted to.” Dark Link laughed.
Legend crumpled to the ground. “I’ve defeated worse enemies than you...” He forced out.
“Oh and I’m sooooo scared!” Dark Link jeered at him.
“Shut the fuck up.” Legend growled.
“And give me one reason why I have to listen to you.” Dark Link snorted and then left.
Legend choked out a sob and lay on the void that Dark Link trapped him in. “Damn you Dark Link.” He whispered. 
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wutheringmights · 1 year
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I like the found family trope as much as the next person but it really irks me to see so many dynamics forced into replicating the nuclear family. That’s not even an original take. Other people have said it. It just bugs me in particular since I really hate it when this dynamics results in uneven emotional labor between characters who should be equals otherwise
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areyoudoingthis · 3 months
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I am SO grateful that ed and stede exist as characters exactly as they are. I'm so grateful for these two men who are traumatized and messed up and struggle to even like themselves, who are terrible at communicating, who make enough mistakes between the two of them to fill an entire ocean. I am so grateful to watch them struggle and be seen and be loved and reach out for the things they want and are maybe starting to believe that they deserve. I'm so grateful that the show lets them fall in love and get together exactly as they are, that it doesn't say they need to wait until they've become some unattainably perfect version of themselves before they have permission to have that. i am so grateful for ofmd
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nikolai with a praise + body worship + breeding kink. This man will praise his cute little gf’s pussy for being so snug and tight, so nice to lick and eat out relentlessly. He just wants to whisper sweet nothings while he fucks his gf to the point she’s just begging to be bred, and be bred she will be.
(afab!reader, fem!reader, mdni 18+)
nik doesn't wear a condom because he likes to think "well where else would i cum?"
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he wants to get you nice and pliant for him, so he def eats you out for a good while before actually fucking you. he claims he's getting you all nice and wet for his cock, but it's his fingers actually doing all the work as he marks up your thighs. lovingly smooths his hands over the backs of them, kneading them gently. he just wants to give you a nice, romantic environment before he tries to put a baby in you.
because you're his baby first and foremost. and he needs to take care of you! he's whispering sweet words against your pussy in russian, as if he's trying to talk to her to loosening up for his fat dick. the way he whispers into your pussy makes his lips and his stubble graze against your clit as he plunges his fingers in you to make sure you're stretched out nice for him to take. s'like he's giving you a proper examination of whether or not you can take his dick and the couple of loads he'll pump into you
"come, kрасо́тка. open up nice and pretty for me," he kisses into your skin. you know he's not talking to you. s'talking to your pussy and kisses the clit a couple of times. it makes your legs twitch over his shoulders every time he does it. "i need to make sure there's room for all my cum in there."
"hurry, nik," you plead him. you look at him between your legs and he has this testing gaze as he gives your clit another teasing lick. you whimper at that and he grins. "please, i want you to fuck me already."
"patience, mалы́шка," he coos and makes sure to spread that pretty pussy along his tongue. he splits the seam of your pussylips with the tip of his tongue and swirls it around your slit to collect all the juices he pushed out with his fingers earlier.
"want you to cum in me so bad!"
"mhmm," he hums out a laugh. but he decides to humor you and rises up anyways, slapping his fat cock against your pussy. "you want me to cum in you? want me to put a baby in you, yes?"
"need you to."
his dick twitches against your puffy folds at that. he smile drops and his mouth forms a straight line. it makes your cunt throb because he starts angling his dick against your opening so he can stuff you full.
"is that what you want, mалы́шка? you want me to fuck a baby into you, hm?" he plunges in and you moan at how wide he stretches you out. "you like how full my cum makes you?"
"yes, nik," you whine out. you clench your pussy around him to try to coax him into moving into you already.
he groans out at that and he drives his hips into you a little more. there's not much more of his dick he can stuff in you, so it ends up pushing you up the bed some. his hips are so heavy against you and makes you feel just how heavy his dick is in you.
nikolai takes a large hand over yours and guides it over to your lower stomach. he presses down and it makes you feel how deep he is inside of you. he studies your reaction at that. his eyes are hooded and there's a little growl rumbling in his chest.
"feel how deep i am in you, mалы́шка?" you huff out at how he grinds so deep in you. he curses in russian when you shift your hips against his so he bumps against your cervix. it's like you're hinting at what you want. he narrows his eyes and knocks his cock back against you. nikolai tightens his hold around your fingers and applies even more pressure on your tummy. "mm, you feel how much i fill you now. just wait until i cum in you. fill you to the brim. put a baby there in you. you want that?"
"yes, please."
"consider it done," he smirks at you.
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Красо́тка (krasotka) - gorgeous Малы́шка (malishka) - baby girl
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