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SCS theme: Black Cat

bonus alt option that I decided against cause I wanted a more dynamic pose

but also I'm a little salty that there are very few colored skin alt poses that don't cost your life's diamond savings

♤♡♧◇ This is part two of FaeHyrule-1. Please read that before this. Or don't. ♤♡♧◇

“Ew. Sticky.” The voice of Fay drifted like an omen after being suddenly dropped like a hot potato into another Hyrule.

“Huh?” came the ever so elegant response.

It was weird a non-link was portaled with them. This never happened before.

A moment of confused and awkward silence passed before clarification came. "The surrounding magic: it’s sticky."

This was the answer to the question verbalized, but not the one they all had. Ordon stretched on around them, the eerie lull of night settling in on the heroes.

Twilight began to move and the others followed. All except Fay, who vanished without a sound before they could do a head count.

~

After setting up camp, Fay emerged. He looked slightly uncomfortable as he brushed off seemingly nothing from his tunic and pants and slowly sat to a croutch.

“I suppose it makes sense that you feel so sticky now.” Fay commented, staring right at Twilight.

“Umm… What?”

“What do you mean he feels sticky?” Legend inquired, “If anything I’d say he feels dusty from all the dirt and that pelt, but not sticky.”

“It's the magic. In the air, the ground, the plants, even in Twilight himself. It feels sticky and seems to leave a bit of residue on whatever it touches. It almost feels like eating too much කැරමල් … err, caramel…?”

Wild looked up from his boiling pot at whatever language seemed to resonate and ring in Legend’s head. Four tilted his head with a gleam in his eyes, and Time might’ve reacted based on a small twitch of his hand, but none of the others seemed to react.

“So, “ Fay spoke once more, “Can I have your names? And a possible explanation for this… kerfuffle?”

The chain all looked at each other, then zeroed in on Sky. To his credit, said hero did nothing but blink.

“Oh! Yes, of course! I’m Sky, that's Time, Twilight, Wild, Warriors, Legend, Four and Wind” Sky introduced, pointing to each as he said their names.

Fay expected the tethers of given names, that small twist of magic emulating small candlelights of lifeforce, indicating he now held a thread connected to that person’s existence. What he didn’t expect was how bright and strong the flames would be, not that he'd do anything with them.

“Although, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to tell you those are just nicknames.”

Fay hummed in interest, wondering what made nicknames so powerful, and turned to fully face Sky. The other brought his fancy sword from beside him and onto his lap.

“We’re actually all named Link, “ Sky continued, “Reincarnations of the hero’s spirit from across time. We all fought to save our lands, some of us more than once, but this is the first time we’re doing it as a group. Our current theory as to why we were all gathered is because Hylia needs us all to fight off some big, horrible evil. Though the only evidence we’ve got of that evil are the black-blooded monsters.” Sky seemed saddened by their lack of progress, but tried to hide it with a pleasant topic change.

“Enough about us, care to share anything interesting about yourself?”

Fay hummed, “Well I suppose it's only fair if we trade. I was also originally called Link. I do prefer Fay though. It’s been my name since I met Pond mother. Link never really quite fit.”

“Umm, ” Sky stammers, not sure what, if anything, to say to that. “Okay,” he settles for, the word coming out a bit hollow-sounding.

“So why Fay?” Wind, ever the conversationalist, steamrolls on through the others’ momentary social glitch.

“It’s easier to slip under the radar with. I don’t remember much being Link but sacred sunlight above do you know how worked up people got when they would hear my name? It’s like no one could decide whether I was a plague personified sent by their demons or a god of life that came to rid the world of all inconveniences.”

“Rude” sniffs Wind in a comical and overdramatic charade. Though with a blink, Wind’s face fell into shock.

“Wait! Link!? You’re a Link! Holy fuck no wonder!”

A small, pitiful “language…” came from Twilight. His voice was snuffed out by Wind’s jubilated rambling, though a snort and a couple huffs let him know he was, in fact, heard.

“So I’m guessing we don’t need the whole Fi ceremony?” Warriors joked.

“Good thing too, ” Sky said back in a more exasperated tone than Warriors would expect, “‘Cuz his hero title is Hero of Hyrule and I think that’s just a disaster waiting to happen.”

♤♡♧◇ Plot? What plot? I was supposed to have one of those? And be consistent? Huh? Anywho, my focus is on Hyrule being a fae, not a cohesive world. Juggling all nine of ‘em is hard, blink and you'll miss it time and four. Note: Fae language is google translated Sinhala, it's not accurate or exact in what I want to say. Sorry, it's just pretty. ♤♡♧◇ Kudos to my sister who beta read and helped me get words outa my brain. <3

I want to make a team consisting of Jean, Barbara, Diluc, and Eula. I want to name the team either Deity's Downfall or ViveLaRevolution.

My reasoning is that they're the descendants of those that helped kill Decaradian, a god.

Paimon, my beloved. <3

Paimon and traveler. One hell of a duo.

Humans can be heard yelling from one of the bedrooms. An alien crewmate, nicknamed Bob, goes to check it out, fearing the worst.

"plus 4, Uno."

"you bitch!"

the humans are gathered in a circle on the ground with colorful cards. one of them notices him.

"oh hey Bob, wanna join us? we're playing Uno."

Bob shakes his head and backs out of the room carefully.

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part2

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Revivaln't

Wow, villains can sure talk. It's been- uhhh

Seven minutes.

Thanks Vio. Seven minutes that Dinky Bitch here has been monologuing. Much too long. Please get to the point good sir-

He is nowhere near good.

Tolerable s-

Still no.

Sir.

…

Fucker.

pfft- 

"And well.. I have the means to bring your dear shadow back from the dead." 

Four zoned back in at that line with a slow, slow blink. 

Four sighed. 

He took out his journal and pen. 

Opened to the second page, as the first was full, and made a single tally mark. 

Closed his book with a snap, and put it away. 

All without breaking eye contact. 

"283." 

If Dark Link could, he'd be sweating buckets. He twitched at every sound and actually flinched when four talked. 

"That's how many times I've been offered such a ridiculous thing." 

Off to the side, seemingly from the ground, muffled laughter could be heard. A being emerged from Four's shadow. 

"Dude!" Shadow said, then almost broke into cackles, "I'm right here! Been here for a while now!"

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this has been sitting in my docs collecting dust for a while now. It feels incomplete and i wanna do more with it, but... the brain juices ain't flowin. If anyone wants to continue it, go right ahead.

am i late to the 4.6 party? only fashionably.

the two types of senior year backpacks:

cute kid's backpack bcuz it's fun and you don't have much to carry

or

a duck taped and safety pinned monstrosity that has lasted you your entire high-school career (and maybe longer).

no in between.

second chapter of Flesh & Bone is out!

here's what Aki looks like to divinity, yokai, and anything else that is Other

(picrew is 쏘세디야채볶음, i edited the eyes and cropped it)