[dillionphco]

Promises

My extremely late, extremely short, and, most important, extremely mediocre submission to SidLink Week 2017

“This wasn’t supposed to happen.” Link’s small voice cut through the previously comfortable silence he and Sidon were sharing. The hylian felt the other’s eyes move to look at him with a curious look in his eyes, but stared ahead nonetheless. “When we first started this, we made a promise that we wouldn’t fall in love.”

“I know...” Sidon replied at first before pausing for a brief moment. The two of them were never meant to become like this.

A heir to the Zora throne, and a knight set to walk the path the Goddess Hylia herself has set for him. What started, and should have remained, as a bond of friendship between the two has grown more vibrant and shifted into the feelings they both had for each other. They both made a promise that they would stick to their roles, that they’d only remain friends, that... That they’d never fall for each other. Yet here they are, sitting next to each other watching the beautiful sun as it sets slowly beyond the mountain in the far distance. Link, leaning his head softly again Sidon’s side, while Sidon has one arm wrapped around Link’s waist, holding him close.

“I apologize...” Sidon spoke once more while staring down at the blond locks of the other’s hair, Link still hasn’t turned to face him at all. “I suppose I broke the promise we made to each other.”

A soft hum escaped Link’s mouth. It was a slow couple of minutes before he spoke once more. “Thank you.”

Sidon’s eyes never left Link’s form, even during the silence. His head turning just slightly in confusion. “For what?”

After another few moments of silence, Link’s head slowly shifted and turned upward to look at Sidon. His eyes  held a soft feeling of content as his mouth was turned to show off just the small hint of a smile. “For breaking your promise.”

[dillionphco]

Zora OC

Bio for my Zora OC Eli.

Name: Eli

Race: Bottlenose Dolphin Base Zora

Sex: Male

Height: 7.5ft

Build: Lean/Tone

Residence: Zora’s Domain

Bio (WIP): Eli was 15 years old when his father, Koda, died. He and his father were out hunting fish when the Calamity first began. A group of Lizafos killed his father. Eli just barely able to escape back to the Zora’s Domain, not before being cut and losing his right fin on the side of his face. Afterward he lived with his mother, Reya, inside the Domain. During the blight of the Calamity, Eli watched as many Zora were killed, leaving many orphans behind. Despite being so young, at the age of 25, Eli began to volunteer in helping at the newly developed orphanage within the Domain. He would help scale and remove bones of fish in order to help the much younger zora children eat, as well as assist in tending to the youngest, almost new born, children that were left without parents. 

Over time, less and less adult Zoras were permitted to leave the Domain, due to the dangers it included. Many of the orphaned children were eventually adopted into families across the Domain, while others grew to adult age to move out on their own. In time, the need for the orphanage grew less and less. Many of the caretakers of the orphanage eventually moved on as well. When Eli reached the age of 75, he requested to gain ownership of the, now nearly unused orphanage, so he could turn it into a daycare center/shelter for younger Zoras. 

Personality: Overall Eli tries to be as stern as possible, but in the end he tends to give in quite easily. He’s mainly a pushover when it comes to kids, usually wanting to do whatever he can to make the younger Zoras in his care happy. He tends to overwork himself when it comes to the daycare, opting to not take any days off and works as much as possible to cook and clean while watching over the kids. 

[dillionphco]

Updated my Bio for Eli. Figured I’d share it.

[princesiddie]

In regards to your latest post. Perhaps you should check out the last chapter of a fic on AO3 called Seagulls and Seashells.

i will but IF it makes me sad i will be deeply embittered jsyk

[princesiddie]

[dillionphco]

Colors

Eli smiled softly as he leaned against one of the pillars, watching silently as Avis went through painting the faces and bodies of the young zoras he was watching over. The first couple times he spotted Avis in here he sent him on his way. The reason being that he was a little hesitant about the other Zora, as he didn't know anything about him. Though it didn't take long for him to warm up to Avis. The little ones loved when he came to visit and was always excited to be painted. Over time he talked to the other and made it clear that Avis would always be welcome to come see the kids. Since then he's grown accustom to seeing him show up out of the blue after a few days to play with the kids. Eventually he even grown to anticipate his return. This time, he had a little present in store for him.

Once he was sure that Avis was finished painting the last child, Eli waved him over. "They look amazing, thank you so much for coming. Many of them have been so anxious to see you again, you know?" He said to the other happily, before motioning him to follow. He led Avis into the home he made for himself and the kids. "How have you been? It's been a few days since you've last visited." He asked while smiling at the other.

"I wanted to talk to you about something. It was..." Eli started before wavering off slightly, almost in hesitation. He hoped this was a good idea. "Just an idea, in no way are you obligated to do anything." He reassured after a moment longer. "You've become a valuable person here. The kids absolutely love you, and I'll be honest just being around you've helped relieve a lot of stress from myself as well." He said while smiling sheepishly at the other. He led him upstairs, past a few of unused bedrooms before stopping. "I know you're still learning how to adjust down here in the Domain, but I figured if you ever wanted a place to yourself, even just for only every once in a while, then I wanted to at least offer a place to you.”

He opened the door to the room in front of them. What was inside was sleeping quarter, much larger than the other ones in the orphanage turned daycare. The size was even larger than his own room just downstairs, but he didn't mind at all in sparing no expense here. The room had both a pool of water for sleeping, as well as a large bed, just in case Avis would like to use the bed. The walls were a soft white and blue color, similar to that of most rooms found in the domain. However, what the walls were made out of were much different than anything else in the domain.

“The walls are made of a special type of canvas fabric, they're specifically made for painting on.” He spoke while looking at Avis slowly taking in everything. The Zora’s face was almost unreadable right now and for a moment Eli doubted himself. He quickly shook off the feeling and continued. “I know how much you love painting and I figured you deserved a place that you can call your own. You can come in here at any time you wish, no matter what time of day it is.”

“It's your's… if you want it.” Eli said softly before carrying on reassuredly. “You don't have to say yes right now, you can take as much time as you need. And I assure you, you’re under no obligation to accept this if it makes you feels uncomfortable. I’d never force you into something you don’t want.” He motioned out the door lightly before speaking with a slight chuckle, “Anyway I gotta head back down and get some food ready before the kids try busting down the place looking for food.”

Eli made his way out of the room and started downstairs, heading towards the kitchen. He had a lot more children to look after today than normal, a good bit of them far too young to be able to deal with the small bones found in the fresh fish. Because of that, it took the zora solid couple hours to prepare enough food for all of them. By the time he finished making their meals and ushered them all in, he noticed that Avis was already gone. It didn’t surprise him really, the silent zora never stayed around very long, only staying just long enough to play with the kids and paint them before going off on his own. Still, he couldn’t help but look up and smile sadly at the open room that stood at the top of the staircase. The bluish grey zora didn’t know what the other zora’s answer was, but it was okay for him. Whether or not the room would ever get used, he held no regrets in doing it.

It was 2 am when Eli jolted himself awake. He looked around briefly before noticing he must have fell asleep at his desk downstairs before groaning softly. After feeding the kids he had to spent the next few hours cleaning face paint off, knowing full well most of the parents didn’t really approve of having their children with paint on them. It always exhausted him going through and scrubbing the paint off each and every child, but he didn’t mind it. The little ones loved being painted and he loved seeing them happy. After finally finishing cleaning the children, he got most of them ready for their parents to arrive to pick them up. Only a couple remained after the parents picked up the others. One of them, their parents are out for the next few more days scouting. The other is awaiting adoption. He made sure to tuck both of them in and see to it that they fell asleep before heading back downstairs to do any left over paperwork he had.

Slowly he stood up out of his chair, feeling his body ache from falling asleep in such an uncomfortable spot. The zora walked sluggishly up the stairs, intent on heading to his own room. He glanced only briefly from room to room as he passed them, making sure everything was clean. He stopped momentarily when reaching the room he made for Avis, something had caught his eye. There, near the bottom corner of the far wall, he saw something. Walking into the room, upon close inspection he saw that it was a small drawing. It showed a what seem to look like was a stick figure of a zora, fighting off what he only assumed to be 2 Lizalfos. Smiling to himself, he could only guess that the zora must be Avis. He suppose he did get his answer after all.

Eli could only laugh softly before quietly making his way out of the room. He last thoughts as he made his way to his own room were. ‘I wonder how much it would cost to get one of the merchants to deliver different colors of paint here.’ The thought left his mind, knowing already what the answer was. It would easily be worth any cost.

[fem-helios-deactivated20181121]

zora oc commission for @dillionphco

[dillionphco]

Thank you so much, even flipped it’s still amazing looking!

[baggubuggu]

Music on the Wind -- Drabble 3

The first part is here Um. So I planned on writing some Sidlink stuff today. But….Apparently not??? My brain decided to write more of my oc. Ok then. Also, please please click the links included in the fic so you can hear the music ;D

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[baggubuggu]

This is @dillionphco’s dolphin Zora oc, Eli. 

[dillionphco]

Thank you so much!

[undercitytwerkteam]

NO ONE’S

slick like sidon gets the chicks like sidon fucks your ass with his double shark dicks like sidon

[dillionphco]

As a specimen. yes, my dicks are amazing I wanna get fucked by Sidon!

[dillionphco]

Zora OC

Bio for my Zora OC Eli.

Name: Eli

Race: Bottlenose Dolphin Base Zora

Sex: Male

Height: 7.5ft

Build: Lean/Tone

Residence: Zora’s Domain

Bio (WIP): Eli was 15 years old when his father, Koda, died. He and his father were out hunting fish when the Calamity first began. A group of Lizafos killed his father. Eli just barely able to escape back to the Zora’s Domain, not before being cut and losing his right fin on the side of his face. Afterward he lived with his mother, Reya, inside the Domain. During the blight of the Calamity, Eli watched as many Zora were killed, leaving many orphans behind. Despite being so young, at the age of 25, Eli began to volunteer in helping at the newly developed orphanage within the Domain. He would help scale and remove bones of fish in order to help the much younger zora children eat, as well as assist in tending to the youngest, almost new born, children that were left without parents. 

Over time, less and less adult Zoras were permitted to leave the Domain, due to the dangers it included. Many of the orphaned children were eventually adopted into families across the Domain, while others grew to adult age to move out on their own. In time, the need for the orphanage grew less and less. Many of the caretakers of the orphanage eventually moved on as well. When Eli reached the age of 75, he requested to gain ownership of the, now nearly unused orphanage, so he could turn it into a daycare center/shelter for younger Zoras. 

Personality: Overall Eli tries to be as stern as possible, but in the end he tends to give in quite easily. He’s mainly a pushover when it comes to kids, usually wanting to do whatever he can to make the younger Zoras in his care happy. He tends to overwork himself when it comes to the daycare, opting to not take any days off and works as much as possible to cook and clean while watching over the kids. 

[dillionphco]

Possession

They played this game for longer than the both of them could remember. Her, the huntress, him the price she sought. He never acted like a simple quarry, never the type to simply lay down and accept defeat. He challenged her at every step of the way, relishing in the back and forth between the them.

She was aware that she’d prevail over his challenges and would, for the time being, go along with what she believed to be a small act of disobedience against her. Though he claimed it couldn’t be disobedience as she didn’t own him.

Eventually she grew tired of the games, of the rebellion that pitched them against each other in this cat and mouse game that dragged them to and fro. What the did, they didn’t call it love making. It was rough, it was primal, something far too carnal and physical for any such emotions. In the act, he submitted, to her, to all of her desires, he surrendered his body to become to tool she had always wanted to possess.

Hours later, when they lay in bed together, her hand moving over his body, she asked suddenly, and he knew, by the intensity of her face, even though her voice was low and steady, that the question broke out of her as if it were worn by the hours of torture she had spent with it. "Torra, how many others had been with you?" 

She looked at him as if the question were a sight visualized in every detail, a sight she loathed, but would not abandon; he heard the contempt in her voice, the hatred, the suffering, and an odd eagerness that did not pertain to torture; she had asked the question, holding his body tight against her.

He answered her evenly, but she saw a dangerous flicker in his eyes, as of a warning that he understood her too well. "There was only one other, Chronoa."

"When?"

"When I was 16.”

“Did it last?"

"For a few years.”

"Who was she?"

He drew back, lying against her arm; she leaned closer, her face taut; he held her eyes. "I won't answer you.”

"Did you love her?"

"I won't answer."

"Did you like sleeping with her?"

He smiled, eyes shining in an almost taunting way. For moments he was silent, drawing out the time, watching, almost amusingly, as she become more and more unnerved with every passing second of silence. Finally, in a delighted whisper, he answered her. “Yes.”

The laughter in his eyes made it sound like a slap across her face, the laughter of his knowledge that this was the answer she dreaded and wanted at the same time.

She twisted his arms above his head, holding him helpless, he felt the pain ripping through his wrists and shoulders. He heard the anger in her words and the sensuousness of pleasure in her voice as she spoke lowly. "Who was she?"

He did not answer, he looked at her, his eyes bright with anticipation, and she saw that the shape of his mouth, though distorted by pain, was the shape of a mocking smile.

She felt it change to a shape of surrender, under the touch of her lips.

She held him as if the violence and the despair of the way she took him could wipe her unknown rival out of existence, out of his past, and more: as if it could transform any part of him, even the other woman, into an instrument of her pleasure. She knew, by the eagerness of his movements against her’s, that this was the way he wanted to be taken.

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