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The Blood We Shed, It Never Dries
His hand cradled the back of his brother's head, gentle and firm and there. He whispered a curse, a prayer, a promise of love. His voice wavered, broke. He began to cry, soft at first and then louder, louder, until he was crying and sobbing and holding his brother like the most precious of treasures, the most holy of all holy things. Cradling him as of he were a child, something sacred, something to be cherished. Should be be cherished? Did he deserve it, after all this time?
His brother certainly seemed to think so, whispering how he was so sorry, he was so, so scared, and how much relief he had felt to see him alive. Alive, alive, alive.
He didn't feel alive. He felt hollow, he felt small. He was small, in his brother's arms. Something fell out of his limp hands as his brother sank to the dusty, bloody ground with him in his grasp. He didn't look at it, it didn't seem to matter. Was he alive? Did he deserve to be?
He blinked slowly, hearing his brother's sobbing through water. His head hurt. He was thirsty. He wanted to cry, but he was too tired. He wanted to wrap his arms around his brother, this man, this simple, loving, amazing man who was larger than life, who was his rock, his shelter, his home. But his arms were too small, made of lead. He couldn't even lift his head.
Was his breath getting shorter? Or was he just tired? Was it evening into sleep, or was he dying? He couldn't tell, and that made him panic. His breath sped. Good, not dying.
But once it sped, it didn't slow. His brother gave him a worried look, then a soft call of his name. A firmer hug. His breath continued to speed, gasping like a fish out of water. Maybe he was dying. Maybe this was it. Why when he realized it, was there such a profound fear? Did his friends feel this fear when they died? His eyesight was blurry- ah, there were the tears he'd been too tired to cry.
" ... 'M dyin'." He slurred quietly, chest shuddering- was it with final breaths, or sobs?
"Oh, honey. You're not dying." His brother said, with a teary laugh. "Not dying at all. You had me convinced you were going to, but you didn't. You're safe and sound right here."
He looked to the side, and could catch a glimpse of blood and a limb and someone's face, a bandanna, a boomerang, an eye - before his face was gently directed away and back to his brother's chest, holding him there, caging protecting him.
"Who-?" He croaked, bringing hands up to grasp at his brother, his rock, his lifeline. His parent.
"No one you know. Not one of us. Not Tune, not me. Not Tune, not anyone you need to worry yourself with." Names. Oh, those existed. Kokiri didn't bother with names, they only had them when Link was there.
He wasn't Kokiri anymore. And he wasn't Link.
"... T'ne's 's safe?" Mask slurred, blinking slowly, grasping a little less tight at the Captain's shirt. One hand lost its grip and fell, before Mask sluggishly tried to get it back up and latched onto the Captain again.
"He's safe." His brother easy lied, keeping this child, his child, his brother, his son, in the sweet and blissful dark. Mask didn't need to see the Sailor yet. No one did. No one would see this field but Mask and Captain Link, Mask made sure of that.
"Good." Mask whispered, eyes fluttering. He was so, so sleepy. For once, he didn't snap at the Captain for holding him so dearly. He was tired. It felt nice. Tune was safe. Where was he?
"T'ne?? Tune?" Mask whispered, mouth full of cotton, as he tried calling for his brother. Wars gave him a sad look, with both joy and grief in his eyes. Who was the joy for, and more importantly, who was the grief for? "Shhhh, dear. He won't answer right now."
Mask shuddered. There was something the Captain wasn't telling him, wasn't there. He knew that look, that crinkle in his brow. He could see early gray hairs at his right temple, and he reached to touch. His hand was covered in blood. Was it his own???
Mask startled and pulled his hand back, leaving a very small, bloody handprint on the Captain's face. He was about to whisper an apology, but Captain Link cut him off. "Shhh, shh. Shh. It's not yours, it's not mine. I've got you. How about you take a nap, hmm? I'll get you all washed up and you can sleep?"
Sleep sounded phenomenal. But there was a part of the Captain missing, it was clear. Maybe multiple parts. At least a single visible one.
"... Sc'rf?" Mask fingered the edge of Captain Link's collar, leaving blood there. "You wouldn't want to see it now. All dirty. I'll get it cleaned."
"Mom?" Mask whispered, sniffling. "Wh'r's T'ne?" He wanted his brother. Tune's hands were warm and his hair smelled like salt and his eyes were sea green. Captain's were cold, too big, gripping tight, as if afraid Mask would disappear. Tune would know what to say.
"Don't worry, honey. Just sleep, okay? Just take a nap. We can worry about it later." Treating it as if it were another bloody spot on his tunic. Mask wanted to ask more, wanted to cry, to call out for Tune again... but his eyes closed. "L've you Mom." He whispered quietly, not noticing the way The Captain looked over the destruction before him. "I love you too, Mask. Get some sleep."
The Captain laid his son, his brother, his kid down on the dusty ground and moved to his other one. The one that wasn't moving, and wouldn't. Only sixteen. A giant scarf draped over him, like a burial shroud. Warriors held a limp hand, the only part of his other kid he could bear to look at.
"I'm so, so sorry, Tune. So sorry. I love you. Mask loves you, and he's sorry. He won't know how you died. Only I will. And I'm sorry for that. But he doesn't need to kill himself to attempt to make it right. I can't lose both of you. Losing you is hell enough. I love you." And he kissed the place where Tune's forehead was supposed to be, covered by bloody cloth.
Link went back to his currently sleeping child, hands curled up, only nine, unaware of the grief and destruction around him. Link stepped on the cursed, bloody, wooden mask as he went by, cracking it clean in two and then picking up his child. It wasn't Mask's fault. It was his namesake's.
He didn't hear the god scream in pain from it's vessel being broken. Mask curled up tighter in Link's arms and started to whine, covering his ears. He could hear. Link helped cover them.
Then he carried him home.
fin.
Here's a prompt!
Hero and Villain are roommates in college, and act like American college students you'll see on the internet. Basically, they are Chaotic Neutral when at home and on campus and are pretty much best friends, however turn into Lawful Good and Lawful Evil as soon as they get to work, each just doing the hero/villain jobs as side hustles (that pay would definitely get them through college)
One day, the teams of both try to track the enemy team, and are throughly shocked to find the two laughing and hanging out vs. basically at eachothers throats like they are at work.
Bonus points if Hero and Villain spot the teams spying on them, and decide to make out infront of them because why not?
Sorry if it's too specific or doesn't make sense!
-LT
To the Letter of the Law
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They were being watched.
Hero tried to keep their walk at what could be considered a normal pace as they made their way back to their table. They kept their eyes steadily fast on their coffee, trying not to look at the group stalking their roommate, Villain, from across the coffee shop. And when they came to the table and pulled out their chair, Villain’s eyes shot up, analyzing who was there before realizing it was Hero, and going back to their phone.
“You’re being watched.” The criminal raised a brow, but didn’t make eye contact, continuing to type away on their phone. So, Hero contiued. “I think it’s my team. I can definitely make out Superhero, Teammate, and Leader, but I can’t say for sure on the other one.” Three of the four people were wearing poorly thought out disguises, the fourth wearing a hoodie that was shadowing a good portion of their face. Villain nodded slowly as Hero sat down.
“Supervillain has been watching you.”
“What?”
“Don’t look,” They ordered sharply. “Look at me, and think. Why are they after us, and how do we lose them?”
And idea popped into Hero’s head and they smiled, one of those dangerous, spontaneous things. It was one of those smiles that came with an idea that was often crazy- chaotic- some would say. It often ended with something wild or bordering illegal. “I know how we can get them to stop following us~”
Villain looked up. Hero had their attention. Good. Now to put that acting minor to the test.
“But, before I tell you I need your opinion on something. I was thinking about going to work a few hours early today, what do you think?”
“So early in the evening? You must be crazy.” Villain was confused yes, but it was all part of Hero’s plan.
“I was thinking if I start my shift early I could be back to the dorms earlier, and then we could study for that big test coming up.”
“Yeah, that’s a goo- wait, what test?!”
“The one on Thursday? Ya’know, the one worth ten percent of our trimester grade?”
All color drained from Villain’s face, eyes nothing but pure unadulterated fear. “Y-You’re kidding, right? Hero, tell me your joking.”
Hero changed their face to mirror Villain’s. They whispered. “You didn’t study either?”
Villain shot out of their seat in an instant, grabbing their coffee and Hero’s hand before rushing across the courtyard.
“Forget our jobs, we aren’t failing that test. Come on.”
“What about-“
“I am not. Failing. That. Test. Let’s go.”
~~
Where were they going?
Supervillain watched their target as they were dragged out of the cafe and out of sight. They didn’t get up right away, but watched as four people rose from a corner booth and followed them out. Three of them wore woefully horrid disguises, fake mustaches and one a goatee, wearing matching trench coats to go with it.
The fourth, noticeably shorter than the rest, wore plainclothes with a hood that covered part of their head. They trailed behind the three quietly, searching for watching eyes. Their eyes locked for the briefest of moments, before the other turned away. That one, at least, acted like a teenager. Afraid of eye contact.
Supervillain trailed the oblivious group across the courtyard and through the streets, until they came to a stop outside an apartment structure. They stayed a small distance away, even as the disguises came off. Leader, Superhero, and Teammate…their identities didn’t really surprise Supervillain. The teen must have been Sidekick then. The group must have been watching Hero too. Or perhaps, were they watching Villain? It didn’t matter. They were still going to do their job. If they could just- Hold on, what?
The heroes really brought binoculars? What was this, a tv show stakeout? Oh come on, how stupid could these heroes be? Alright, it was time to intervene.
~~
“-both law students, I never would have guessed.” Leader mumbled under their breath as they looked over the files.
“I would have,” a new voice cut in. Leader turned to see Supervillain strolling up to them. “It’s an obvious answer, is it not? They both follow the rules, even if Villain has an… interesting way of doing it, wouldn’t you agree?” The supervillain continued speaking, but Leader wasn’t listening. Of all all the people-
“Leader, you um, might want to take a look at this…” The binoculars were handed to them.
“Are they…?”
“Yup.”
It wasn’t just that they were kissing, or that they were both shirtless. It wasn’t that one of them was pinned to a wall, or that the same one was blushing a deep red. It was the gesture they were making, pointed in the group’s direction. They knew. They both knew. But how did they know?
The kid huffed out a laugh beside Leader. Wait.
“Sidekick!” Three hands flew to cover the kids’ eyes, but it was far too late. “Alright, I think it’s time to go.”
“Well then,” the supervillain cleared their throat and stood, failing to hide the redness of their face. “I think today has been eventful. See you guys next week.”
It was safe to say both parties were off campus within 10 minutes.
It has come to my attention that I have put this on the wrong blog. Sorry
My cousin is trying to fight God and physics at the same time and I’m here to support him just with popcorn
the category is ass and harringrove won
repo is an odd (but very fun) movie. I love blind mag. :"^)
I had to
i think this is the sailor moon hamegg they meant...but what do i know, that’s right, nothing
HELP!!!! I think you're right! I didn't know this existed??
he's like a parasite sneaking his way into any media he can
UPDATE THE NIKI AU PLS
AAA I JUST SAW THIS IDK WHEN I WILL BC IVE BEEN SO BUSY LATELY I DEF WILL WHEN I HAVE TIME !! 😅
UPDATE THE NIKI AU PLS
AAA I JUST SAW THIS IDK WHEN I WILL BC IVE BEEN SO BUSY LATELY I DEF WILL WHEN I HAVE TIME !! 😅
my theme on here is so cute like omg miss girl is cute
[sneak peek] notoriously yours || jay park
update: this fic’s been posted! click here to read <3
helloooo ik i’ve been ~dead~ lately but i promise you i’m still here :’) anyways here’s a lil sneak peek of the fic i’ve been working on !! i have a thing for fake-dating tropes, as u can see heh. also this one might be a monster of a fic bc i have so many ideas and i really wanna build on this plot and its characters,,,,,,,
genre: childhoodbestfriends!au, fakedating!au, college!au, angst, fluff, comedy, all the goodies wrapped in one
jay park is a rich kid. it’s safe to say he has everything every broke college student on his campus could dream of and more. but the one thing he doesn’t have, which money definitely can’t buy, is a girlfriend. and his friends won’t see of it. literally.
so what happens when his friends bet him to date someone for more than three months? what happens when jay decides that fake-dating someone would be easier than actual dating (because god forbid Jay–the campus’ notoriously known fuckboy–decides to commit to something once in his life)?
and what happens when that someone is you, his childhood best friend he hasn’t spoken to in years..who has absolutely no interest in being in his life anymore?
he asks you out for dinner — whaddaya say?
Oh, of course! I’m sorry about that, I didn’t know. I’ll change it right away.
Resident dog walker by day, Howling skin-walker by night.
Could you tell us a bit more about your jester smile for me OC? 🤡💛🩵
Sterm is a The Walten Files OC actually, I usually recycle my OC's for the different fandoms I belong to.
I have an OC who is from SFM! I have this one on ship with Trencil Varnnia! Maybe I can talk about him later...
Well, how good a neurodivergent I am, I like to adapt my Oc x Canon in different universes
Here are some HCs!:
Stermie is a very shy and reserved clown, to the point where he refused to talk to Flower Kid. This changes the moment you offer him a flower from Trencil's garden.
Sterm can juggle, little tricks! He can entertain others with small things!
When he speaks, it sounds like a bell.
Stermie requires help from Flower Kid so he can talk to the magician!
His bestie is Ronbo, although he has no idea how to console him
He has ADHD!
Finished up an old doodle of Daigo!
patton - 2004 by anthony amorim
remus | logan | virgil | roman | • | remy | janus | emile
Reference:
I'm sorry Uzi, but I have to.
𝒮𝓊𝒷𝒿𝑒𝒸𝓉𝓈 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒: 𝒩𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒 𝑀𝒶𝓇𝓎 (𝐸𝓍𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝟣𝟣𝟧𝟥)
[IMPORTANT: The Doctor Mentioned is not Harley Sawyer but just another employee who shall remain unknown.]
Birthdate: February 22, 1973 Age before HOJ: 22 Oddly Enough, It seems that the name has been scribbled out. How odd.
When [REDACTED] first worked at playtime, she was hired as an intern, Learning under a certain doctor who once worked at Playcare. She was an obedient and well-mannered young woman who was polite and eager to engage in any sorts of tasks. The hardest part for [REDACTED] when working at Playtime was getting along with her fellow interns/co-workers, She struggled greatly with any kind of social activity. Choosing to stick with one person she was solely comfortable with or staying out of sight, [REDACTED] did not hate anyone but it was clear she often struggled with social anxiety. She did get along pretty well with the doctor she was working alongside, she always took his advice and teachings to heart, always striving to make him proud. When not working alongside the doctor or having nothing to do, she’d check in with the kids in playcare.
Because [REDACTED] was an intern and learning under an important figure in the company, she was granted permission to see the kids and interact with them. Kids were always excited to see her since it wasn’t everyday they’d see a new face that wasn’t the daily employee’s or frequent couple coming to adopt, and definitely not because of the candy she would often sneak in for them or the wild and fun stories she’d tell them. [REDACTED] had a unique outlook to life that could be seen in the way she’d describe and tell her stories to the children, filling their heads with wonder and amazement. It’d be a strange sight she believes, seeing a co-worker that’s known to be the silent and ‘reclusive’ one to happily laughing and playing with the kids, a complete difference to what you normally see on a regular basis. When finally warming up to others, her personality really does comes out. Described by her family and close group of friends, [REDACTED] is a passionate, open-minded, Loyal, kind hearted and stubborn person. It was also jokingly added that she was quite honest and expressive with her emotions without even trying. It didn’t matter if you were close or not with [REDACTED], if she caught you doing the most craziest or rule breaking thing, She’d cross her arms and stare highly unamused and disappointed. Not to miss a single moment she’d scold those on what they were doing is against the rules or was dangerous to not only themselves but for anyone involved, She never threaten to report them or scold them for too long but just gets the point across as best she can that what they were doing isn’t okay and to not do it again. Sometimes people feel guilty and listen while others just scoff and brush off her words, but even then she does not report them while she knows that she should. Admittedly, [REDACTED] is a people pleaser without knowing it, She sees it as basic kindness while some may see it as her sucking up to people. Easily offended by their claims about her, [REDACTED] does defend herself before simply giving up. It’s their opinions to which she shouldn’t care to much about it, there’s more important things she can be doing than listening to rude words and getting into arguments.
Trying a new style 😏😏😏 uh- IDK i can’t sleep and wanted to do a simple doodle 👍👍👍 tell me how it looks but only if you think it looks good because I’m a sensitive little guy <3
Also ignore how mid his character design is he only just existed
When you're on your way to another mission, but the npcs have some juicy tea going on:
