it's been a long time since i posted actual writing on here but. have a lil snippet of some bloodymary i'm working on
"Hi," he says, still not looking up, nearly dropping the bowl from the heat. He sets it on the counter, fast, mentally face-palming himself. Eridian microwaves aren't that different than human microwaves—all that to say that the microwave they'd made for him has the same mechanics, so of course it's fricking hot. "You okay?"
Simon stays in the doorway, lingering, and Grace takes the risk to look at him. His bandages on his arm are clean, the t-shirt he'd given him tight over his broad chest, sweatpants looser and hanging around his hips. It's the first really good look Grace has gotten of him since he came in soaked in human blood. They haven't talked about it, and it's not as though Simon has been forthcoming about the whole ordeal. Probably traumatic.
His brow furrows at the question, lips pulling back just a bit at the words, not angry but not happy, either. His dark eyes trace the edges of the small kitchen, looking at the bowl in Grace's hands, then to Grace's face.
"Define okay," is what Simon says, finally, voice rough, low. But a knot unfurls in Grace's chest at the sound of it. The first real words he's spoken since he gave him his name. "In perspective."
"Okay as in…" Grace turns, forgetting the bowl, leaning on the counter, a bit, palms pressed into the edge. "That you're not…you're not in pain, right now."
He seems to consider the words, for a moment, mimicking his behavior a little, leaning into the door frame, the first real sign of something more relaxed. He swallows, looking away, glancing at the corner of the room, before he nods.
"Then I'm okay," Simon murmurs, more of a breath. "Thanks to you, I guess."
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A continuation of the Chain's pokémon teams! Like with Time's this will still take place in hyrule, within Twilight's time period. It's basically just regular hyrule but with pokémon. I will be going over the basic data of the pokémon, why i chose it, and how i think Twilight met it! enjoy :)
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Emboar | Fire/Fighting Type | Level 44
Twi's starter pokémon :D
I mainly chose Emboar because it's big, tough and farm-themed, much like Twilight himself. Plus, it's neck fire even looks like his pelt! And it's belly pattern like his sash, you can't tell me there is no resemblance lol
Twilight met Emboar in Ordon Village before his adventure started. They had a little Tepig (Emboars first evolution) coming in that was scared and violent, scaring the other pokémon. Twilight was able to calm it down, and Tepig quickly became attached, refusing to leave his side. Rusl saw this and told Twilight he might as well keep the little Tepig, so Twilight offered it a pokéball. It almost immediately tapped the pokéball and was caught, joining Twilights team willingly and enthusiasically.
Mudscale | Ground Type | Level 48
I chose Mudscale mainly to represent Epona on Twilights journey. I know Mudbray is a donkey/mule, but Mudscale itself I think is a Clydesdale (certain species of horse) that is often used for carrying things and labor, rather than racing or long travel, and I thought that suited Twilight's Epona well :)
Twilight grew up with Mudscale in Ordon. When it was a Mudbray (first evolution), it would run around with him in the fields, and they'd even race sometimes! Eventually Mudbray evolved into Mudscale, and as Twilight got older he was able to become a pokémon trainer. Almost immediately after catching Tepig, he came up to Mudscale to offer it a part on his team, to which it accepted and allowed itself to be caught, later aiding him massively on his journey.
Stoutland | Normal Type | Level 42
Stoutland was chosen to represent Wolfie. Yes, I know that Stoutland is a dog and not a wolf, BUT. It's based off of a herding dog, barn dogs. They've also been seen in the anime as kind and almost like a mentor to other pokémon, like how Wolfie is to Wild, so I thought it fit :3
Twilight had started his adventure and found himself stuck in the body of a Lycanroc (wolf pokémon), venturing into Faron Woods to find it infested with Bulbins. There, he saw a Lillipup (Stoutlands first evolution) desperately trying to fight back against the Bulbins as they beat and mocked it. Outraged by this, Twilight jumped in and defeated the Bulbins, saving the Lillipup. Curious about him, it decided to follow him around, and when he was able to turn into a Hylian again he offered it a spot on his team. Hesitantly, it accepted, and Twilight acquired a new teammate.
Gigalith | Rock Type | Level 40
Gigalith was chosen to represent Twilight's determination and perseverance in his adventure. He's a rock that's being chipped away at constantly, yet refuses to give in. Plus, I thought of how they could've met and I fell in love, so I had to :3
On his way up Death Mountain, intending to beat the Goron Elder in a Sumo match, Twilight came across a small pile of boulders that seemed to have formed from an avalanche. A terrified squeaking noise came from within the pile, and Twilight immediately started to pull away the boulders to free whatever was within it. Eventually he found a Roggenrola (Gigaliths first evolution), which he at first mistook for a small rock, but soon realized it was a pokémon. It was scared and fought him, but Twilight was able to defeat and capture it.
Abomasnow | Ice/Grass Type | Level 41
Abomasnow is here to represent Twilight's protectiveness and fury on his adventure. Specifically towards the children of Ordon. Abomasnow isn't evil, but if you anger it it's a force to be reckoned with. I also wanted to add some more diversity to the typing on Twilight's team :)
Twilight, on his way to gather the Fused Shadows, went to the Lanayru Province with the rumor of a drought happening in Lake Hylia. He discovered that Zora's Domain was frozen, and on his way to further investigate, met a scared Snover (Abomasnows pre evo) trapped in the ice. It was instantly defensive upon seeing him, and began to fight valiantly, doing a lot of damage. However, eventually Twilight was able to capture it in a pokéball, freeing it from the ice and gaining a new ally in his journey.
Mismagius | Ghost Type | Level 44
Mismagius was chosen specifically to represent Midna and the impact of the Twilight Realm. It's mischevious and stubborn, but mysterious and powerful, much like Midna herself. Also, I needed a ghost type and this was the best fit lmao
It was the end of Twilight's journey. Midna had shattered the Mirror of Twilight, leaving him with no way to ever see her again. However, just as the last shards of glass clattered to the floor, Twilight heard a small chime. Looking up, hopeful Midna was somehow back, Twilight found a Misdreavus (Mismagius pre evo) floating aimlessly. It wasn't Midna, but it was a remnant of the Twili realm he could keep. He hesitantly approached it, and it seemed to understand why it was there, because it willingly joined him and helped him cope through the loss of his best friend and love.
A/N: Hello this my @nagamas gift for @simikae . I hope you like it and I enjoyed writing this!!
Summary: Forde paints a portrait of the twins.
It was a peaceful day in Renais. The sun was out and there was not one cloud in the sky. Not to mention the weather was absolutely perfect. It was warm out with a nice cool breeze that would come through every so often.
A good day in Forde’s mind to relax and be lazy for a change. With there being no skirmishes against Grado’s army or any duties to perform that day he thought it best to just laze around all day and do absolutely nothing, and that he did.
Having just woken up from a very rejuvenating nap, the blonde man had first set his gaze upon the sun's rays peeking through the tree he was currently under. He wondered if this would make a good painting, but after a moment of thought he decided against it. He needed something that was more of a rare sight to see. Anyone could go outside and paint the sun shining through the trees. His eyes trailed upon the perfect subject of his painting or rather the perfect portrait. His subject happened to be Ephraim and Eirika. They sat on a log as the sun enveloped them with its warmth in an almost ethereal manner.
“Ah yes, what a masterpiece!” He thought to himself as he laid out his art supplies that he secured that day. An easel, several bottles of paint, a canvas, a wooden palette, and a whole lot of brushes were purchased earlier in a town they were passing by. Each utensil was delicately wrapped in brown paper and tied with string. To others they would label them as expensive, but to Forde they weren't. That's just how hobbies are, expensive to some, but not to others.
Forde, humming a song that he didn't know but heard the others sing a dozen of times, set about setting up his station. First, he started by putting the canvas on the easel. Then he spread out his brushes and put his paints on his palette. Forde suddenly realized that he had no spare water other than what he was going to drink. He stared briefly at his cup of water. “Yeah, it'll do.” He mumbled to himself. He mixed a green and a yellow together and then proceeded to use his biggest brush to paint the top of the canvas. Using a darker green, Forde painted the grass and the shadows on the beginnings of the trees. Forde used a thin brush to add in the sun rays that bounced off the grass. For the logs and trees, he used a dark brown for the base and light brown for the closer to where the light danced upon them. Forde carefully painted the silhouettes of the royal twins by using a peach color. He dabbed on small, delicate blobs of turquoise and light teal for Eirika and Ephraim’s hair, respectively. For their outfits, he used reds, dark blues with hints of dark green, a light pistachio, golds, light brown, and silver. The finishing touches to his portrait was a blue and lilac butterfly as well as a family of four birds flying by. He gazed at his work, eyeing every little detail, to make sure nothing was missing. The portrait showed the twins cheerily chatting away. Ephraim was in the middle of talking, while Eirika held her hand up to cover her mouth as a laugh flew into the air. Forde had decided that he'd give his masterpiece to them when the war was over.
Legend slowly turned around to stare at their customer. “You already had seven samples, kid.”
The 4 foot tall incarnation of the devil huffed. “Are you deaf? I want another one.”
Maybe college isn't worth it. Actually no, it was not worth working waking up at ass o'clock in the morning to spend his time serving ice cream to bratty kids whose mothers didn’t even bother to watch over. He should be sleeping in, he should be enjoying his summer for crying out loud-
The ding of the bell snapped him out of his thoughts. Legend glared at the kid, silently daring him to ring it again. The kid hesitated for a brief moment, and Legend could feel himself slowly untensing.
Before the kid rapidly began to hit the bell as if his life depended on it.
“Listen here you piece of shi-” Legend yelped as a hand yanked him back by his collar. He turned his glare to Hyrule, who paid him no mind and instead attempted to pacify the child who was still obnoxiously ringing the bell.
“Can you please stop? I’ll get you another sample if you do.”
The ringing immediately ceased as the kid perked up. “Really?”
Hyrule smiled, “Sure, what do you want?”
“Mango please!”
Legend scoffed and headed to the back, “I’m done.”
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ghosttprincess
Summary:
"...Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres..."
1 Corinthians 13:1-13
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in which ben falls from heaven and rey has to deal with the aftermath.
so....... @reylorobyn2011 my hand slipped......
chapter 1 is being written rn because i’m Not Satan, I Swear
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i've got like 15 wips for bloodymary rn but please have this one snippet, as it came to me in a vision of cleaning my dishes. i decided to treat myself the other day by getting my nails done w/ acrylics (which i never get) and i'm having a bit of difficulty typing as fast as i want, but. we're persevering nonetheless
that said, some lore on the universe: kind of a merge of both iron lung and phm--essentially the stars are actively going out, but not dead yet, and simon was part of a group that essentially wanted to hoard all resources and play god. grace is a scientist actively working on fixing the problem. simon was part of eden, got caught and used as a scapegoat, and now serves as a "companion" to high profile officials. grace keeps coming to just talk to him and show him theories and ideas. they've never been intimate, and he hasn't ever touched simon.
idk. more to come, eventually?
"I was able to get a sample, in the last few weeks," Grace goes on, his tone measured. "I've spent a crazy amount of time trying to figure it all out, you know? We're running out of time, and…"
Simon knows. They all know. The stars are going out. They have been for years. It started farther away, but it's slowly encroached on them. Blinking in and out of reality, dimming and dimming until it flickers out completely. They've lost so much already, and the smartest minds are on the case, but so far, there's been no breakthrough.
But Dr. Grace hasn't seemed to lose hope in the slightest. Despite the lack of progress or breakthroughs in the case, he seems more determined than ever. He comes in every visit with some new theory to test, and he seems to just…like using Simon to talk to. He seems to enjoy it, even if Simon can't fathom why. Like it helps to talk to something dumb, something that can't talk back.
Except…Simon does talk back. Sometimes. When Grace encourages him, when Grace tries his best to coax a thought or two out of him. It's endearing, when he'll speak in riddles and rhymes, only to look at him over his glasses, waiting for a response. As though expecting Simon to be some missing piece to his puzzle.
As if Simon were anything so important.
No, Simon is paying a penance. He's been apart of Eden long before the stars began to go out, and they've only ever caused problems, in their wake. Believing genuinely that if they could harvest all of the resources, bring them to Eden, and hand them out, that they could develop a utopia with what remained. That they could create peace and order in a society that was slowly crumbling. Simon had hunted, stolen, and acquired many an illegal good, all for Father. It had meant nothing. Simon had meant nothing. Sacrificed as the sole man left behind for all of the destruction.
The C.O.I. had offered him a choice—to die for his crimes, or to repent. Execution, or servitude. He'd been brought before a woman—Ava, she'd been called—and offered a choice that hadn't really been a choice at all. While what remained of the world slowly crumbled to dust, working tirelessly to make something from the particles, Simon could repent by aiding them. But not by using his mind, not by lending his hands, not by labor alone.
No. Simon had been given one simple choice: to provide relief to those who needed something human. To be a warm body, to be something comforting, something that someone could lie with and forget about the dimming world.
To be a whore.
Fifteen years, she'd said. Fifteen years destroying Filament cost us in resources. Fifteen years served as a companion in the Compound, and you'll be free.
He couldn't say no. Simon wouldn't die, not for this. But maybe this fate is worse than death.
any chance you could do a fluffy ravioli oneshot? :3
indeed, i can! :3
it wasn't specified, so i made this LU legend just to make characterizing link a bit easier- the chain isn't in this though, it's just legends personality. i hope that's okay?also i made this a little angsty, but it's brief and light.
i'm so sorry for the long wait- i was on a trip and i wanted to type this out with an actual keyboard lmao so i had to wait until i got home, and then there was some writers block, but it's here now! ^^;
CW: established marriage, swearing, burnout, slight hurt/comfort, tooth-rotting fluff <3
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Ravio was, admittedly, exhausted.
It was late into the evening, the sunset finishing up it's last rays of color before darkness took over the sky. Ravio sat at a dimly lit desk, surrounded by empty coffee mugs. He focused on the book in front of him, squinting when his vision began to blur.
Sipping at his current cup of coffee, he winced at the loud slurp that came with it. His eyes were bloodshot, heavy bags resting under them, but he refused to rest.
You see, he was working on a gift for his hero, tax benefit and husband, Link.
Ravio couldn't count the amount of times the idiot had shown up on his doorstep bleeding and passed out. For both Link's safety and his own mental wellbeing, the merchant decided it was time to fix this, or at least make it happen less often.
Hence his mission to make the most powerful protection spell seen before, because Lolia knows Link needed the best of the best to stay even remotely safe.
He already had a ring to put the enchantment on- a nice silver one with some amethyst embedded in it. He'd gotten it from a local jeweler who happened to be a business friend, and with some haggling it was his.
He was rather familiar with enchanting, but he had to admit he was struggling. Every book he read only had information on basic protection spells, and he didn't need something that'd help some clumsy kid get scrapes on their knee less often!
He was broken out of his thoughts by a loud screech. He hissed, covering his ears and glancing over at his feathered companion.
"Augh- Yes, Sheerow?" He attempted to muster a smile. Sheerow pecked him lightly, tugging on his hood and screeching some more. He sighed, burying his face in his hands.
"Yeah, I know it's been a while since I slept... I gotta finish this, though. Link will be back from his hero duties soon enough and I wanna surprise him!"
Sheerow tilted its head, unamused. He pinched his brow.
"Look, whether you like it or not I'm continuing. So you can either leave me be or go back into your cage, okay?"
Ravio didn't love arguing with his bird (Link questioned how this was even possible on a daily basis), but he was going to work and he was going to do it in peace.
A long pause ensued, both him and Sheerow staring unblinkingly at one another, trying to assert dominance and win the disagreement.
Sheerow eventually gave in and cooed sadly, giving him one last look with its beady eyes before fluttering away to another room. A wave of guilt churned in his gut, but he brushed it off, resuming his research.
...He might need more coffee.
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Link sighed in relief.
After three days, he kids you not, of trying to help some lady get her fancy necklace heirloom back, he was finally done. Now, don't get him wrong, he loved helping people. He had to, otherwise he would've never taken up the hero gig in the first place.
But dear Hylia above, it was exhausting sometimes.
However, he was done now, and he was looking forward to getting home and taking a nap in his husbands arms.
He glanced up at the sky, frowning at the setting sun. It'd be night by the time he got there... Hopefully he wouldn't wake Ravio up.
Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he resumed his Pegasus-boot aided sprint towards home, seeing the silhouette of his house on the horizon. He allowed a soft smile to take over his face, eyes crinkling at the sight.
Goddesses, he missed Ravio. Not that he'd ever admit it, but still.
Moments later he arrived at his front step, halting his sprint and catching his breath. He quietly opened the door to his home, wincing at the loud creak as he stepped in.
To his confusion, the lights were on. Normally Ravio liked to go to bed relatively early, something about how 'if he didn't sleep enough, a customer might scam him!'
Link cautiously walked further into the house, noticing the light was coming from his study. He peeked his head around the doorframe, only to gasp at the sight that greeted him.
Ravio was surrounded by piles of empty mugs precariously stacked on top of one another. Crumpled papers littered the floor, the trashcan overflowing. Stacks of books were scattered around the room, and several notes written in both Hylian and Lolian were pinned to different places among the walls.
And there, in the middle of all the chaos, was his husband. Ravio's hair was disheveled and messy, stray strands sticking up on end. His eyes were unfocused and bloodshot, with dark circles lying beneath them.
He looked like a goddess forsaken mess.
Link loudly cleared his throat, unapologetically staring at his startled husband.
"O-Oh, Link! Y-You're back...!" Ravio forced a tired smile, trying to cover up the notes around him. Link was not impressed. He tilted his head and rested a hand on his hip.
"Rav, what the fuck is this?"
"...Uh... Research?"
"..."
"..."
"Go to bed."
Ravio immediately opened his mouth to protest, but Link cut him off before he could.
"Nope, I don't wanna hear it. Go to bed."
Sheerow happily chirped from across the house, as if cheering Link on in his attempts to get his idiot husband to take care of himself for once. Ravio seemed to realize he wasn't going to win this- but it wouldn't be Ravio if he didn't make himself the biggest pain in the ass possible.
The merchant groaned loudly, sinking further into his chair while holding direct eye contact.
Link's eye twitches.
"Ravio," he says, a clear warning in his voice, "either you go to bed willingly, or I drag you there."
The extremely sleep deprived Ravio pouted, staying in his seat. Luckily, Link was used to his husband's shit by now.
With little more than a grunt, he hoisted the merchant up and over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, assisted by his power bracelets. Ravio yelped and began to squirm, but Link simply adjusted his grip a bit and persisted on towards the living room.
With an unceremonious plop, Ravio landed onto a couch, a pillow under his head. Before he could even attempt to try and get up, Link flopped on top of him, effectively holding him hostage on the cushioned surface.
There was a long moment of squirming and pitiful groans before Ravio sighed in defeat. Link smirked, making himself comfortable.
"Are you happy with yourself?" His husband muttered, utterly exasperated.
"Very much so."
"You're so lucky I love you, Mr. Hero."
Link groaned at the old nickname, causing Ravio to giggle in delight.
The merchant used to call him that all the time before they got together, but now that they were married the formality annoyed the shit out of him and Ravio knew it. Hence him using the title whenever he wanted to irritate Link.
Link narrowed his eyes, determined to get the last laugh. He put on the sweetest expression he could muster and kissed Ravio's nose, murmuring a little "love you too" with a soft, gentle voice he almost never used. He proceeded to relish in victory as Ravio turned bright red.
They'd been married for years, but he was still so easily flustered, and by Hylia, Link would use it against him until they were both buried beneath the earth.
Ravio pouted, his mood worsening when he took in the shit-eating grin on Links face. Sheerow, sensing its owners distress, came zooming in like an aggravated keese and gave Link a firm peck to the head.
Ravio cackled maniacally.
Link soured, shooting the bird a betrayed look. And to think, mere moments ago it was cheering for him from another room. The audacity.
Like nothing even happened, Sheerow fluttered over to Ravio and nestled into his hair, beginning to preen the messy strands. Ravio looked up to the bird, still giggling, and gave it some scritches. Sheerow leaned way into his touch, cooing lovingly.
Link sighed in defeat, allowing the battle to end, if only so his husband would finally sleep. He nuzzled into Ravio's purple robes, relaxing for the first time since he'd left. It was easy to forget just how much he loved his home, but coming back from a journey always reminded him of how lucky he was.
Sure, he'd been through a lot. He became a hero before he was even ten years old, he saved countless lands, he had a dream torn away from him, his skin was littered with scars- but he had this going for him.
And as long as he had his husband and his home, he knew everything would be alright.
He glanced down, realizing Ravio's breathing had evened out, a light snoring coming from the merchant. He really had been exhausted, huh.
He smiled, snuggling further into Ravio. Sure, he'd intended to move them to the bed- but he was tired and comfy.
Content, the hero's eyes drifted shut, and within minutes he fell into a blissful, dreamless sleep.
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thank you for reading! again, i really hope this is close enough to the original request- and i'm still so sorry for how long this took. but i did it! i hope you enjoyed ^^
