Everything and the Kitchen Sink

These heroes can be real idiots sometimes, Wind thinks dully as he watches yet another poorly concocted plan pan out exactly as terribly as he had foretold it would. This one even involves explosives for that added spice of death.

“For Hylia’s sake,” he says out loud as Sky throws his sailcloth over Hyrule’s hair which is literally on fire.

“Well done everyone,” Time praises once all flames are successfully smothered. They look a mess, the lot of them. Hyrule’s hair is missing chunks and still smoking a little bit, Wild is sporting both a wide grin and a broken arm and Legend is noticeably limping as he joins the rest of the group where they’re congregated.

“I would say that was a pretty successful ambush. We managed to take out all the enemies—”

“And half the mountain,” Wind adds.

“—we may have to work on bringing down casualties on our side, but that’s something we can talk about for next time. Right now, I say we take a well-earned rest. Sky, can you distribute potions to those who need them, please?”

I am also drawing, whoops-

Twilight paused, examining the silence.

He took a breath.

“Who were you?”

After a moment, he shifted back into a wolf, glancing up until his kind, curious blue eyes fell on Wind.

Wind paused.

Who was he, indeed.

It had been so long.

Who were you?

“I was a hero, just like the rest of you. I got the Triforce, defeated Ganondorf, saved Tetra—though I guess you would call her Zelda—and I was brought here along with you guys. My birth name is even Link, too! The only difference is that I—”

He froze, staring down at his hands, emotion choking his nonexistent throat.

It struck him, then. He’d never said it before. Not to anyone who could hear him.

He’d never told anyone how he’d died.

He’d never told anyone anything in two hundred years.

His eyes welled up with invisible liquid and, despite his lack of need for breath, his chest shook.

Some habits never died and some things would always bring tears.

For the first time in one hundred and eighty-five years, Wind sobbed.

Twilight padded forward, attempting to nuzzle Wind, but his snout passed straight through the blue mist that swirled around Wind’s non-corporeal form, Wind falling to the ground and curling up, despite no longer being affected by gravity. He reached out, desperate to run his fingers through Wolfie’s fur, to feel anything, but once again, his hand fell forward without the slightest resistance and he was met with nothing.

That was all he ever felt anymore.

That was all he ever was anymore.

But not anymore, as Wolfie’s round, sad eyes looked into his.

Wind buried his face in his translucent hands as if to hide his tears and heard the telltale sound of wolf becoming Hylian.

He glanced up to see Twilight extend his arms, a soft, warm, sad smile on his face, a clear invitation for a hug. Wind dove forward, the unfamiliar but desperately, achingly familiar posture finally directed at him and he dove into Twilight’s arms, bringing himself to a halt in the center of the embrace and leaning forward, his forehead resting against where he approximated Twilight’s heart to be. Wind could almost feel it beating.

“I can feel you,” Twilight whispered, and Wind froze.

“Like a warm breeze off the lake at night. It’s nice.” He leaned forward, pressing his own arms against his chest, pulling himself into Wind’s space, Wind’s very spirit growing warm and tingly at the love and care directed at him.

Wind closed his eyes and soaked Twilight’s warmth up into the space where his heart would have been.

And Wind cried into Twilight’s arms.

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//again @lyrabythelake​ i love your fic idea so much and i really don’t wanna hijack it too much so lemme know if you want me to stop :0c

Legend and Twilight—and the ghost, Wind, he supposed—spent the rest of the day hiking along together. Legend wouldn’t let Twilight transform again and, from what Twilight had told him, it was a sentiment Wind shared. Legend had too many questions, though, and asked Twilight for as many details as he could. Twilight did his best to recall as much as he could of what Wind had told him, a burst of air pushing his bangs into his face whenever he told something wrong.

But Legend had a question that Twilight was too polite to ask.

A Nervous Old Man (right) and his Emotional Support Violence Machine (Left)

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no but you can FORCE it away. use ublock origin and copy paste the blacklist i made into the filters to be able to remove the bullshit AI overview that google forces. it also removes youtube's forced ads (at least until they fix it)

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they perform as well as expensive HEPA air cleaners, and are comparatively VERY inexpensive. all you need is a box fan, 4 air filters, a piece of cardboard, and some duct tape!!!!

I made this for the weekly prompt on LU Discord, the prompt was "Water" and ofc I had to do Wind jsjsjsjs

Wind's shadow is a little off but I think it's ok, some mistakes makes it better jsjs.

Also, finally I think that my artblock is over let's goooooo xD (finally the requests and my au soon jsjsjsj)

ALT AND SKETCHES ARE UNDER THE CUT

I have done nothing but teleport bread learn how to draw Caine for three days

Blessssssssss sm-baby's expression sheet for being a great point of reference <3

I had to physically restrain myself from adding eyelids\eyebrows just to see if I can convey the expression I'm aiming for without them and hey it's tough wow, who would've thought

There is something special about the fact that, for all the duration of the film and in the book too, no one ever calls Grace with his given name. It's always his last name, always Grace.

It's significant in relation to his life on earth, because it creates a distance. In some cultures more than others, but learning someone's name and start using it on the regular is always the first step to truly know someone, to get close to them. You can understand so much of two people's relationship by the way they say eachother's name. And Grace has no one that even starts to do that, no one that gets close enough to make that first step. Even for the people he cares about the most, his students, he's just "Professor Grace". No one knows anything about his passions, his hobbys, what he dislikes, or anything about his childhood. For them, to call him by his surname it's comparable to put a wall between them and him, a way to keep considering him disposable.

But it's the opposite in his relationship with Rocky, because Grace is the only name Rocky knows, and given that he can't speak english, it's specified in the book that he uses the literal Eridian word for "grace" to refer to him. Not only Rocky always calls him by name, but uses a word that for both Humans and Eridians means blessing, salvation, love, goodness. His surname is not used to create distance, but to eliminate it. To use it it's a sign of affection and love, but also, while the story goes on, it becomes literal.

Because in the bible, God's grace is given willingly and freely, it's God's act of love for humanity. Grace was forced on the mission regardless of his feelings and desires, there was no love behind it, his life wasn't given, but sacrificed. Instead, he is the "saving grace" of Rocky and Erid, because he chooses to selflessly exchange his life for Rocky's, and by extension, Erid's.

1. It fucking HURTS!!! Wherever the infection is will be red hot to the touch, and also be in extreme pain. My infection was in my left ankle and if I tapped my left foot on the ground, I would be crying in pain

2. They are not able of having in depth conversations. The infection messes with your head, even if it is far away from your brain. For me, I was so incredibly tired all the time. You could talk to me, but I felt like I was living in molasses the whole time. It was very, very hard for me to hold a conversation with anyone

3. The person is sick in EVERY WAY. I was throwing up constantly, I could barely keep food down, and anything I did eat made me feel sick afterwards. I was also so weak that getting myself into my kitchen from my bedroom would wind me. My apartment is less than 700 square feet. It is not a far distance between the 2