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@hyliaschxsen sent : Link showed up at Octavo’s door step, a bright, wide smile on his face with his arms full of a neatly wrapped, flat box, a large bouquet made of sunflowers and roses, and an envelope sealed with a heart shaped wax stamp. “Happy birthday, Octavo!” he shouted, probably a bit louder than needed for so early in the morning, but he couldn’t help it, he was excited. // birthday boy
it was so early when the sound of vigorous knocking startled him from sleep. he opened the door without so much as changing from his nightgown — all well and good, though: even in his bleary state, there was only one person in hyrule who would be so eager to show up at his door. however, he opened his door simply expecting to let link in, like a puppy let outside now scratching at the porch. he was not expecting flowers and a box shoved in his face, the strong scent of rosehip and sunflower waking him up.
oh, yes. that’s right — it was his birthday, wasn’t it? why, how was it that link was more prepared for his birthday than himself? it was cute, waking up so early in the morning because he simply could not wait to bring his gifts and offer his company. he laughed, gentle and endeared, and took the bouquet and box from link’s arms and into his own, and stepped aside to allow him inside.
“ oh, thank you! let me put these in water real quick. ” with hands full, he scrambled to the kitchen to clumsily fish out a vase and fill it, unwrapping the flowers from the paper and letting their stems rest in the water.
now, he leaned against the counter, observing the box and envelope. the box was large, but light — oh, how the curiosity ate him alive!
“ can i open my gift? the suspense is killing me, link — you don’t want this to be my last birthday, do you? ” he teased.
the two of them huddled close as he held the box in his arms and he neatly peeled the paper. he couldn’t possibly just tear into it like an animal when link wrapped it so neatly. behind the curtain of paper was a light purple vinyl, which octavo immediately recognized even without having to unwrap it entirely. once unveiled completely, the paper revealed its unique heart shape.
“ oh — this is marvelous, ” he sighed, running a finger along the ridges of the vinyl.
“ now, what could possibly be on this? did you start making your own music? just for me? ”
It was hard to contain the excitement Link felt thrumming through his veins as Octavo peeled open his gift. Link had put a lot of thought into it, and he could only hope the other would like it as much as Link thought he would. Octavo did away with the paper to uncover the purple, heart shaped vinyl, Link biting his lip as his eyes flickered up to the other man to gauge his reaction, which, to his relief, was positive.
Being Zelda's personal knight granted Link with the ability to make connections people would otherwise have a hard time with, for example, being able to get in touch with a very reputable vinyl record printer, who didn't do jobs for just anyone. Luckily, Link wasn't just anyone, it still costed him a pretty rupee or two, but Link didn't mind, for Octavo it was worth it.
He chuckled at Octavo's question of it being Link's own music etched onto the record, shaking his head.
"Not my own music, I wouldn't even know where to start with that. It's just songs that remind me of you.. and us, and you know... how I feel about you," he stated, casting his eyes off to the side as he felt a warmth come to his cheeks, the corners of his mouth upturned in an unmistakably bashful smile, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I hope you'll like it though, even if it's not my own music."
He looked back to Octavo, gently taking a hold of his arm to guide him down a bit as Link got up on his tip-toes, planting a soft and loving kiss on the other man's cheek.
"Happy birthday," his words came quieter than the last time, delicate and intimate as he smiled.
Sentence Meme: 108 Varric Tethras Quotes
Some will be more easily applicable than others. SOME WILL CONTAIN TRIGGERS (supernatural/gambling/magic/violence references)!! Feel free to change pronouns/genders at will.
❛ Right. Not ominous at all. ❜
❛ Someone remembered to bring water, right? ❜
❛ [name], I thought you’d have noticed by now: I lie a lot. ❜
❛ Personally, I think it’s some kind of compensation thing. ❜
❛ Well… shit. ❜
❛ He was terrible at intrigue. Forgot which goblet he’d put the poison in. ❜
❛ Just shitting you. ❜
❛ Look at all the shit that’s happened to you. ❜
❛ You seem the type. Or exactly not the type. I forget how these things are supposed to work sometimes. ❜
❛ It’s the dive. Filled with the best and worst people in the world. ❜
❛ Let’s talk about your dark and troubled past. ❜
❛ Why does air even come in different temperatures? ❜
❛ Oh, so that’s you smiling? Glad you clarified that. I’d never have known. ❜
❛ That had to hurt! ❜
❛ Passion it is, then. ❜
❛ Are you going to blame me for that, too? ❜
❛ Hey! I’m a perfect gentleman. In public. ❜
❛ I know this is a radical suggestion, but have you considered just… talking to her? ❜
❛ I’d also like to avoid falling, if we’re counting votes. ❜
❛ A story-teller’s got to believe his own story, or no one will. ❜
❛ I have no idea why places like this exist. ❜
❛ I like heroes who try their damnedest, even if they fail a lot. It’s easy to be valiant when you always win and everything goes your way. There’s nothing great in that. ❜
❛ Well, that went a little dark. Who’s “him” in this? ❜
❛ I like to leave some things to the reader’s imagination. ❜
❛ That’s going to take a while. I’ll explain “clothes” when we get back. ❜
❛ Alright, worst thing you’ve ever eaten? I had this imported ham for [location] once. It tasted like despair, literally. ❜
❛ I will try my best not to do the impossible. ❜
❛ I make up for it elsewhere. ❜
❛ Most people are like cats. They either puff up to look dangerous or they crouch down and hope you don’t see them. You show them you’re not a victim or threat, and they’re in your lap and purring before you know it. ❜
❛ I’m just asking! ❜
❛ Bah… where’s the drama in that? ❜
❛ Doesn’t matter. Point is, if you put a little more work in, you could pull off much bigger pranks. ❜
❛ I like who I am. If I want to hear songs, I’ll go to a tavern. ❜
❛ Yes, thank you for not torturing me. I’m so much happier now. ❜
❛ That’s the world. Everything you build, it tears down. Everything you’ve got, it takes. And it’s gone forever. ❜
❛ Let’s just say I don’t quite have the reach. She lacks a certain flexibility. ❜
❛ Whatever it does, it’s probably ancient and invaluable. So try not to drop it in the sand. ❜
❛ She’s stronger than you. ❜
❛ That was almost a coherent metaphor. ❜
❛ Exactly! If you can’t be flawless -and no one can- be flashy. Nobody will know the difference. ❜
❛ But still irresistibly cute. It’s my burden to bear. ❜
❛ How about dalliances? Liaisons? Illicit affairs? ❜
❛ I’m just saying, you and I have… something in common. ❜
❛ Just because two people dislike each other doesn’t mean they’re about to kiss. ❜
❛ Oh, I don’t know. I suppose I could always send a letter to your family… ❜
❛ …er. Whatever works for you. ❜
❛ Um… No. I’ll pass. ❜
❛ You know, I don’t even want to ask what you did with it. I just want to say… nice work. ❜
❛ Huh. And here I thought you’re a man of refined taste. ❜
❛ Oh! I’ll mark this on my calendar—[name] had a feeling! ❜
❛ Not even an amusing anecdote? You don’t want a chance to bring someone down or boast a little? ❜
❛ You know, we’re so far into spoiler territory right now, I think I better stop talking. ❜
❛ You might be used to traipsing through the countryside––––punching dragons, interrogating people, or whatever it is you did before this. ❜
❛ My guess is another earthquake––––that hits when we’re halfway across the bridge. ❜
❛ I agree. So morally reprehensible to bet against your own side. ❜
❛ See? Embrace your place in the universe, sparkler. ❜
❛ Should I push, or am I just setting myself up for: “Your face doesn’t make sense”? ❜
❛ You’re crazy! We’re beating [name] every time we turn around. He’s on the run! ❜
❛ So there’s a rational explanation after all. Just when I thought you had layers. ❜
❛ You made the right choice. ❜
❛ It’s just… I was wondering how you got your nickname. ❜
❛ Safe harbour from the storm outside? ❜
❛ Look seeker, if you love a character, you give them pain, ruin their lives, make them suffer. Maybe even throw in a heroic death! ❜
❛ See? And I still can’t tell if you’re shitting me! ❜
❛ Looks like trouble’s coming! ❜
❛ Really? No sarcasm, no superior attitude? ❜
❛ Next time you make me tell a story at knife-point I’ll make the hero sound taller. ❜
❛ Can I suggest that we never come here again? ❜
❛ I don’t mean to sound critical, but have you considered a new line of work? ❜
❛ Five [currency] says you see something weirder before the day ends. ❜
❛ I’ve got a friend who’s a ship captain. She would love this place. ❜
❛ Ah, a critic. Say no more. ❜
❛ The only thing they seem to have in common is a tendency to burn things. ❜
❛ All I’m saying is, he’d be up more than two [currency] if he watched his tells. ❜
❛ You’ve killed two-hundred and fifty-four by my last count. ❜
❛ Well, that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. What’d I do now? ❜
❛ Don’t I feel special. ❜
❛ You know, I might be able to give you a hand with that. ❜
❛ Nothing I’m doing seems to work! ❜
❛ Well, it’s not a good story unless the hero dies. ❜
❛ Don’t die on me [name], you still owe me a pint! ❜
❛ Be still my heart. I’ve grown on you. ❜
❛ Who designs a place that takes this many keys to get inside? ❜
❛ All this fresh air is making me light-headed. ❜
❛ Oh, right, the rusty metal spike district! My favourite part of town! ❜
❛ Maybe he likes you. ❜
❛ Everyone stay still and try not to make any loud noises. ❜
❛ You know, it’s possible they’re just scared shitless of you. That’s my theory, anyway. ❜
❛ So, no one’s managed to reclaim the sword, huh? My money’s on this being a trap. ❜
❛ I’m helping you indulge in elaborate revenge fantasies. I think it’s good for you. ❜
❛ The lone wanderer, searching the world. What’s he trying to find? Love? Absolution? ❜
❛ No offence, but this house smells like really old cabbage. ❜
❛ Well, that screams “up to no good.” ❜
❛ Are we sure this is a good idea? ❜
❛ That could’ve gone better. ❜
❛ I didn’t say it made sense. Just that I’d like to leave and never look back. ❜
❛ I really am in the ass-end of nowhere now. ❜
❛ Just wait until you meet my friends. ❜
❛ Ten [currency] says I not only know him—he owes me money. ❜
❛ I’ve heard some people actually enjoying walking in the wilderness. They do it for fun. It’s called ‘hiking’. ❜
❛ I spend way too much time here. ❜
❛ Fine, but if you don’t tell me, I’m just going to have to make it up. ❜
❛ One of those things would be impossible. All of them together? That’s a miracle. ❜
❛ Back me up! ❜
❛ I don’t know. “Not being killed by rampaging demons” seems to be as good as gold to me. ❜
❛ Why, [name], I would never accuse you of having sympathy! ❜
❛ Whoever built this didn’t give two tin shits about tradition. ❜
❛ Nobody wander off! ❜
bransles:
@hyliaschxsen said : “ just sit there. i’m going to make you something to eat. ” // i don’t remember the meme lol.
oh, how the mighty fall; octavo, a man who prided himself in — well, many things — including boasting an immune system of steel, now a flushed, sniveling mess. blanket was wrapped tightly around his shoulders like a cape, or perhaps more like a half - busted cuccoon. with as much mucus slimed down the back of his throat with every sniff, it was a wonder to him how his belly wasn’t filled with just that alone — as gross as the thought was. colds were nothing he couldn’t best on his own, regardless of how miserable he seemed, but it was nice to have a man around to nurse him. it certainly was a candle in the dark and made this experience just a little less awful.
and what a nurse link was! an absolute mother hen, which was unsurprising to octavo — he guessed as much, but it was entertaining to be doted on nonstop: the touch of link’s hand against his clammy forehead every so often, asking him how we felt, fetching him a glass of water without even asking for it. yes, it was practically a realized fantasy of his.
one thing he would have preferred to do on his own, however, was cook. octavo was no royal chef ( unfortunately ), but he had enough skill to make a decent meal, even sick. link would not be having it, apparently. instead, he insisted octavo anchor himself in that kitchen chair and let him play chef this time.
link, who admitted to living off canned food. link, who practically lived like a woodsman. link, was going to try to cook for him. he wanted to have faith in him, of course, but octavo feared getting sicker at best, his house burning down at worst.
“ oh, that’s quite alright! you really don’t have to! ” please don’t. “ really. you don’t. ”
even with the slightest edge in his words, octavo by some miracle remained nothing less than pleasant. hylia forbid he hurt link’s feelings — especially considering he was nothing but sweet all day. but, how could he avert this oncoming crisis?
“ i - i … i am not all that hungry. i’ve barely an appetite! a fruit or vegetable will do just fine for me! ” yes, yes! link was great at preparing those! hylia have mercy!
when Octavo had gotten sick, Link was immediately at his bed side to dote on him. he wanted to make sure the other was as comfortable as possible, and that the cold would pass quickly, as being sick was never enjoyable, and as Octavo wasn't one to get sick often, he was sure that only made it worse; so of course, Link had to be there for him, get him whatever he needed to aid him and relieve him, it could be argued that Link was babying the other, if just a bit, but Link didn't mind, and he was sure Octavo had no qualms about it either.
and of course, Octavo needed to eat too, one can't get better on an empty stomach, after all.
Link was never one to cook, in fact, he's never cooked at all, all his meals either coming from cans or being prepared for him, so to say he was rather clueless on the matter would be an understatement. for Octavo however, he would try, either way the man needed to eat, and Link wouldn't want him to spend his energy on cooking when it should be spent on healing. so in the kitchen they found themselves, Octavo sat in the kitchen chair as Link stood by the counter top, and if Link wasn't so preoccupied with how Octavo was feeling, he would have thought the role reversal between the two was amusing.
'nonsense, you have no appetite because you're sick, and you need to eat something with more substance than just a fruit or vegetable,' Link pointed out as Octavo tried to protest. he stepped closer to the chair Octavo sat on, a soft smile on his lips. 'I don't mind, besides, you're always the one to cook for me, let me take care of you for once,' he took their close proximity as an opportunity to check Octavo's temperature for the umpteenth time that day, brushing the other's hair from his face to place the back of his hand on his forehead. he still felt warm, but perhaps just a bit cooler than when he had last checked, though maybe it was just Link's optimism. Link then pressed a soft kiss on Octavo's forehead, pulling away with a smile as he gave the other's cheek a gentle pat.
with that, Link returned to the kitchen counter to begin cooking. he figured a stew would be the best option, something hearty that would fill Octavo and give him the strength he needed to fight off the cold, so he began by pulling out the biggest pot available and filling it with water, setting it on the heat to boil as he prepped the other ingredients. quite honestly, he had no idea what he was doing, but he continued on with full confidence as if he did, pulling out any vegetables he could find, somethings he wasn't sure were vegetables or fruit, along with.. some type of meat.
he cut everything up and threw it into the pot, then began putting in any spices he could get his hands on, as nothing was worse than a bland meal, nevermind the fact that he had no idea what spice tasted like what. he poured everything in all the same and stirred the contents, allowing the vegetables and meat (and maybe a fruit or two) cook; he hummed as he stirred, though just then he got an idea. since Octavo was sick, and this was meant to help him, surely adding some red potion wouldn't hurt, right?
red potion had a sweet taste, but it was nothing more spice couldn't dilute, Link thought so anyways. he reached into his pouch to retrieve a bottle of red potion, uncorking it to pour about half of the full bottle into the mix, the water quickly turning red as he stirred it in. Link gave it a taste, and just as he had thought, it was quite sweet, so he dug around in the cabinets once again, trying to find something to cover the taste, when he happened to spot a bottle of Goron spice, perfect.
he plucked the bottle from the shelf, noting that it looked to be rather untouched, before pouring a good helping of it into the pot. he stirred once again, the spice turning the red water into a bright orange. he let it simmer for a moment before taking another taste, he could still taste the sweetness, but only for a moment when it hit his tongue, the taste quickly being overtaken by the spice; Link hummed, it was definitely spicy, but nothing unbearable, if anything it would probably help to clear Octavo's sinuses.
he let the stew cook for a bit longer, making sure the meat was cooked all the way through, before he turned off the heat and poured Octavo a bowl, making sure he got a bit of everything. he knew it wasn't perfect, and that Octavo could have probably made something better himself, but he couldn't help the pride he felt in his chest, being the one cooking for Octavo and setting a meal down in front of him for once. he smiled, maybe a bit too eagerly for something he knew would be mediocre at best.
'let me know how it tastes,'
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bransles:
@hyliaschxsen said : “Can you lift me for a second?” // not accepting.
the poor thing mewled pathetically, clinging to the eaves of the house, backing away at every extended hand no matter how open and gentle as if it were a threat to squeeze the life from it. no amount of rattling treats, tempting milk bowls, and soft cooing and kissing - sounds was going to beckon that cat closer to them. the only plan of action left was to get one of them up on that roof — easier said than done. the edging of the roof had been just out of reach for either of them, and there had been nothing they could feasibly grip to climb.
an elderly, yet sweet woman in kakariko had stopped the two of them ( technically, she stopped link — octavo just happened to be there ) as they passed through, pleading for someone to help her poor cat that had curiously climbed his way to the roof, only to be too nervous to jump down. a simple task for hylia’s champion, the most capable knight in hyrule, surely! and octavo was a lover of animals too much to not help a cat in need; with the two of them, it would have been the easiest task that either of them would have to do all week, if not all month.
it should have been, rather.
yet, there they were. huddled closely as they tried to devise a plan to get that cat from the roof as every other one thus far had failed spectacularly. link then suggested that he be lifted — with octavo’s added height, no doubt link would have been able to get up there to retrieve their little furry victim.
one little issue with that plan, however — octavo was not exactly known for his arm - strength.
“ f - for a second, and no more than that! ” he replied, no small amount of shame creeping in his voice as he turned his head away from link just slightly, though holding his gaze from his peripheral.
maybe, and that was a pretty big maybe, link could get enough airtime to be able to grab the ledge. but, it was still risking getting dropped, if link didn’t just outright crush him. which, was not the time, place, nor situation for that.
“ wouldn’t it make more sense if you lifted me? ” he asked with arms folded across his chest and a brow furrowed, “ or, what — do you think i am bad with animals? ”
as the chosen Hero of Hyrule, it was Link's duty to help those in need, but beyond duty it was something he enjoyed doing, doubly so when animals were the ones in need, so when he (and by extension, Octavo) had been asked to rescue the little old lady's cat that had found himself to be stuck on the roof, of course he couldn't say no. he thought it would be easy enough, but as it turned out, they greatly underestimated the feline's stubborn attitude, and, about a half hour later, were running out of ideas, their final bet being getting up on that roof somehow.
Link suggested Octavo lift him, and the other's reluctance wasn't exactly surprising, Link was a fair bit heavier than him, but no less amusing, causing his lips to curl into a smile as he chuckled.
'I just have more... padding, than you do, if I fall I'll probably just get a couple bruises, if you fall you might end up breaking something,' Link pointed out. truly, Octavo wasn't much more than skin and bones, he didn't have anything to protect his marrow from splitting or cracking given enough force, and of course, that was the last thing either of them wanted to happen. Link, on the other hand, had layers of muscle and fat to cushion any possible fall, and when dealing with a cat and a roof, a fall was definitely not outside of the realm of possibilities.
Link's smile shifted into something more akin to a smirk, his eyes narrowing as he leaned into Octavo's chest.
'and need I remind you that you ever so graciously carried me all the way back to my house from the castle? surely you can handle lifting me up for a minute?' he asked with a flutter of his lashes.
@bransles / “You’re like a cute little fairy.” accepting
cute little fairy?!
a heat quickly bloomed on his face, at being called cute, and having his stature poked at. he will admit he's not the tallest man in Hyrule, far from really, but comparing him to a fairy? that was just a tad embarrassing, to say the least.
'i'm not that small, you're just.. tall,' Link pouted, sticking out his bottom lip a bit with furrowed brows.
nevermind the fact the great fairies were all taller than him.
small / tall starters
requested by anon. Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !
small
“Get down here!”
“Wow…I’d want to climb that tree, if you know what I mean.” / “Do birds ever sit on you and get confused?” / “Hey, Groot.”
“I’m not short. I’m fun-size.”
“Good, adorable, wonderful things come in small packages.”
“I don’t appreciate your height.”
“I CAN REACH FOR IT MYSELF.”
“I’m not short, you just have the height of a Transformer.”
“I KNOW you can see me.”
“Fear me!!!”
“Uh…you’re blocking me.”
“Can you lift me for a second?”
“Slow down! I have short legs.”
“I have a super power. It’s called, my head never hits the ceiling.”
“Have you seen him/her/them? He’s/she’s/they’re like a mountain.”
“I always win at hide and seek.”
“I’ve always looked up to you…literally. Actually, can you sit down?”
“Heels make me feel powerful.”
“Do tall people have…big..hands..?”
“I might be short, but my ego is huge.” / “I might be short, but I will drag you down to my level.”
“I can’t reach your face, but I can kick your junk.”
“You don’t know the struggle when all shirts/dresses/pants are too long on you.”
tall
“I’m afraid of you because short people are closer to hell.”
“”How is it ironic that I’m afraid of heights?”
“Does my height offend you?”
“Let me reach that for you.”
“You can’t slap me if you can’t even reach my face.”
“I’m not tall, you’re just the size of an Oompa Loompa.”
“Huh? Who said that? I can’t see anyone.”
“It’s impossible to hide from you.”
“No, I don’t play basketball.”
“I’m not slowing down because you’re short.”
“You’re like a cute little fairy.” / “You’re like a small, terrifying gremlin.”
“My legs are long and sexy.”
“I’m not looking down on you. Except literally.”
“Aw, you look like a kid. How cute.”
“Being small makes you optimal for carrying.”
“You know what comes in small packages? Grenades.”
“All the cool presents come in big boxes. Like bouncy castles.”
“Why are you standing on the counter?”
“I may be tall, but my temper is short.” / “I may be tall, but my feelings are small. And fragile.”
“You don’t know the struggle when all pants/skirts/dresses are too short on you.”
“Let me block the sun for you.”
“Hey, short stack.” / “What’s up, shorty?”
"you are getting much better with the lute," then, he snickers quietly to himself, "it must have struck a chord with you."
he's laughing. a bit too hard for a cheese like that.
"ah, excuse me. that completely fell flat, didn't it?"
it's two for one today apparently! he's laughing even harder. there are tears in his eyes.
Link loved puns, and it seemed Octavo was full of them today. he laughed along with him, practically just as hard, and it was a good few moments before their laughter died down, being left a bit breathless.
Link loved puns, and he also loved Octavo.
he reached up to grab the other's shirt collar, pulling him down to his level with a smile on his face, before planting a kiss on Octavo's lips.
bransles:
octavo laughed, amicable and deep from his chest. how silly to think just that morning he had been worried the two would be awkward at best ( hostile at worst ) in each others presence. instead, they were joking over less than conventional ways to cut an apple and running a side show. he had even forgotten that link had been in his home for the sole purpose of keeping him on a tight watch and even tighter leash, rather than as a friend simply visiting to enjoy each other’s company — the two were truly friends to begin with. but, octavo felt they could be. link was definitely friendly enough.
as he cut the apple, he glanced over his shoulder behind him, just in time to catch a sight that hammered the word friend right out of his pretty skull. pupils narrowed fast, like a feral cat locking in on an unsuspecting sparrow, ready to sink claws and fangs past those feathers, past the tender skin. a tongue, lolled out of link’s mouth, sliding up his wrist to his palm. it was enough to pause the knife in his hands for a moment. he watched pale pink flesh clean the shimmering juice from tan skin — he had such shapely arms, too. it was a good thing he had his back turned to him, otherwise link might have noticed where and how octavo had been staring.
dear hylia up above, mother to us all, please do not smite me where i stand for gawking at your champion. but also, thank you for choosing a man so easy on the eyes.
he laughed quietly to himself before giving link his share of the apple. which he then had the treat of watching the boy’s teeth break into the fruit — oh, he needed to get a hold of himself.
“ perhaps it is all connected, who is to say the next danger that threatens hyrule does not involve apples somehow? ”
he sank a canine into a slice of his own.
“ giant sentient apples blood - thirsty for revenge upon mankind — anything is possible, little champion. ”
Link swallowed the bite in his mouth, a smile still on his lips as he popped the rest of the slice in his mouth. really, Link was glad things seemed to be going well between them so far, he found Octavo's company to be rather enjoyable, when he wasn't trying to kill him, that is, but this, simply sitting at the table, talking and joking back and forth was nice, it felt easy. Link was grateful for it.
he gave another chuckle around the fruit in his mouth, going to swallow and-
little champion.
for some reason, that nickname pricked at his spine, his body suddenly feeling a bit warm as his throat stuttered mid swallow, causing him to cough abruptly. he quickly took his cup of tea, drinking it down to wash down the apple (and the apparent lump) in his throat; he covered his mouth, clearing his throat a couple more times, his face red both from embarrassment and his coughing fit, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. good one, Link, that totally wasn't humiliating at all.
'well let's hope I don't choke and die before that happens,' he stated, looking off to the side as he could feel his embarrassment on his face.
oocca:
@hyliaschxsen // you asked for this.
“ hey, dude, c’mere, ” he called up from the waters, his head just barely surfaced and the lake water bubbling white around him. shanti had been waiting for the tell - tale sound of boots crunching against grass, listening to the smallest vibrations that rippled gently through the water.
he had been waiting for him, specifically. if anyone needed what shanti had, it was this guy.
shanti swam to the lake’s edge, wet, half - webbed hands gripped the banks. yellow eyes with glass shard - sharp pupils stared with perhaps just a hint of excitement shimmering in them.
“ how’s it goin’? ” he continued, although he did not wait for an answer, “ hey, i got something i want you to try — it comes from certain leaves of deku scrubs. ”
shanti realized the vagueness of his words, but he found it difficult to find how to describe the leaves to him. the zora simply called it good shit. he pulled himself onto the land in front of link, skin shiny and dripping.
“ it makes you feel, like, so chill, bro. you gotta try it, man. ”
Link had simply been going about his day, running errands for the princess, when his trek through Lake Hylia had been halted. he looked to the water where he was called from, seeing the prince of the zora practically lurking in the depths of the lake.
Link rose a brow, walking closer to the waters edge. what business could the prince want? perhaps some information he wanted passed to the king, what with royals wanting to keep in contact and all; either way, it wasn't like Link could ignore him, he was the prince after all.
he brought his hands up to respond, though was interrupted before he could begin as Shanti went on, and Link only grew more confused the more the other spoke, mentioning something he wanted Link to try. he took a couple steps back to allow the prince room to pull himself out of the water and onto the grass, looking at him with a curious brow and a tilt of his head. it would make him chill, he said. what does that even mean?
'okay? what is it?'
bransles:
oh, that smirk told him that he was in for a show; when those who had a reputation centered around their modesty started grinning like creeping wolfos ready to pounce their prey, you could trust that you would get exactly what you asked for and likely more — it was always the quiet and humble to look out for! after link confirmed he would, indeed, not be getting food poisoning or contracting some disease from the edge of his blade, octavo sat in the chair across from link’s, and leaned forward onto the table, his chin resting in both his palms as he watched curiously, lashes fluttering quickly like a flytrap.
he tucked the sword under his arm, which seemed like such an obvious move now it was almost hilarious to octavo — he had imagined link holding the sword with one hand as if it were actually a paring knife. of course, doing it that way, link was liable to cut a lot more than an apple.
he watched the apple be pressed to the edge of his sword, watched as it made the shallow cut past its skin, and began gently ripping it from its pale, wet flesh. juice bled from the fruit, translucent and shining, following the path of link’s veins just barely visible through the thin skin of his wrist. octavo caught himself staring at more than just the apple, and for a moment he let his eyes go towards something else. he was simply enjoying the show that link was giving him, nothing more.
but, when the fruit was fully skinned, there was no dulling how impressed octavo genuinely was. one single strip of skin! he clapped, smiling and poking a canine into his bottom lip.
“ very nice, ” he praised, “ that is quite the talent you got there. if you are ever strapped for rupees, i think you have a side show gig in the making. ”
he stood up, taking the wet, naked apple from link and bring it to the counter. he grabbed a small dish and a knife, the proper utensil, and sliced the apple into four. two slices went onto the plate, and he spun back around to hold it out to link.
“ here. for your hard work, o’hylia’s blessed apple - peeler, ” he laughed, then popped an apple slice into his own mouth.
Link chuckled as Octavo took the apple from his hand, the smile on the other's face telling him that he had enjoyed the little show he had given him, Link's own smile still pulling at the corners of his mouth.
'good idea, if Zelda ever fires me I'll keep that in mind. while we're at it, maybe you could join me and play background music, something fitting for my fruit peeling skills,' he couldn't help but let out another chuckle at his own suggestion. though, a show where someone peels fruits with a sword to dramatic music would be attention grabbing, if nothing else. maybe they were onto something.
as Octavo turned to cut the peeled apple, Link turned his attention to the juice that had wet his hand and dripped down his wrist. he didn't have a napkin, but he'd rather his hands not end up sticky, so without much further thought on the matter he brought his hand to his mouth, sliding his tongue along his skin to lick his hand clean; Octavo then turned to present Link with a small plate of a few apple slices, the fruits of his labor. Link laughed along with the other, taking the plate to set it in front of him.
'maybe Hylia chose me to be Hyrule's designated apple peeler instead of the hero,' he mused, still with a laugh on his tongue before he picked up his own apple slice, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh.
✦ 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐃𝐆𝐄𝐃.
dialogue prompts taken from or inspired by the movie PRIDE AND PREJUDICE (2005). please feel free to change the sentences for pronouns and context as you see fit!
‘ do you not want to know who has taken it? ’
‘ I doubt I have any choice in the matter. ’
‘ have you no compassion for my poor nerves? ’
‘ so will you come to the ball tomorrow? ’
‘ if every person in this room does not end the evening completely in love with you then I am no judge of beauty. ’
‘ they are not all bad. ’
‘ one of these days, someone will catch your eye and then you’ll have to watch your tongue. ’
‘ do you dance? ’
‘ so what do you recommend, to encourage affection? ’
‘ only the deepest love will persuade me into matrimony. ’
‘ you’re a great deal too apt to like people in general, you know. ’
‘ I still cannot believe what he said about you. ’
‘ I doubt we shall ever speak again. ’
‘ oh, please! it’s ten in the morning. ’
‘ do not be alarmed. excepting a sore throat, a fever, and a headache there is nothing much wrong with me. ’
‘ good lord, did you walk here? ’
‘ it’s all going according to plan. ’
‘ I never saw such a woman, she would certainly be a fearsome thing to behold. ’
‘ would you consider pride a fault or a virtue? ’
‘ my good opinion, once lost, is lost forever. ’
‘ I don’t know how to thank you. ’
‘ he can turn us out of the house as soon as he pleases. ’
‘ how happy for you, to possess the talent for flattering with such delicacy. ’
‘ shall we all look for some ribbon together? ’
‘ how do you like my ribbons for your ball? ’
‘ you may well be surprised, especially given our cold greeting this afternoon. ’
‘ oh no, it is not for me to be driven away. ’
‘ if you wish to avoid seeing me, you must go, not I. ’
‘ I hope never to encounter him. ’
‘ may I have the next dance? ’
‘ it would be most inconvenient since I have sworn to loathe you for all eternity. ’
‘ please advise me of what you would like most to hear. ’
‘ do you talk as a rule while dancing? ’
‘ I prefer to be unsociable and taciturn. ’
‘ why do you ask such a question? ’
‘ and what have you discovered? ’
‘ I hear such different accounts of you as puzzle me exceedingly. ’
‘ I hope to afford you more clarity in the future. ’
‘ what interesting relatives you have. ’
‘ almost as soon as I entered the house I singled you out as the companion of my future life. ’
‘ and now nothing remains for me but to assure you in the most animated language of the violence of my affections. ’
‘ you are too hasty! you forget that I have made no answer. ’
‘ you could not make happy and I’m convinced I’m the last person in the world who could make you happy. ’
‘ go back now and say you’ve changed your mind! ’
‘ there’s no earthly reason why I shouldn’t be as happy with him as any other. ’
‘ not all of us can afford to be romantic. ’
‘ I’ve been offered a comfortable home and protection, there’s a lot to be thankful for. ’
‘ I’m plain and I have no money and no prospects. ’
‘ do not make yourself uneasy, about your apparel. ’
‘ your mother must have been quite a slave to your education. ’
‘ upon my word, you give your opinion very decidedly for so young a person. ’
‘ no excellence can be acquired without constant practice. ’
‘ you would be in nobody’s way, you know, in that part of the house. ’
‘ I am well enough acquainted with you, to know I cannot alarm you even should I wish it. ’
‘ I do not have the talent of conversing easily with people I have never met before. ’
‘ I came to ___ with the single object of seeing you. l had to see you. ’
‘ I love you. Most ardently. ’
‘ I appreciate the struggle you have been through, and I am very sorry to have caused you pain. ’
‘ I’m sure that the feelings which, as you’ve told me, have hindered your regard, will help you in overcoming it. ’
‘ might I ask why, with so little endeavour at civility, I am thus repulsed? ’
‘ I suppose you suspect that his fortune had same bearing on the matter? ’
‘ what excuse can you give for your behaviour to him? ’
‘ you take an eager interest in that gentleman’s concerns! ’
‘ oh yes, your misfortunes have been very great indeed! ’
‘ you have ruined his chances, and yet treat him with sarcasm? ’
‘ so this is your opinion of me! thank you for explaining so fully. ’
‘ and those are the words of a gentleman? ’
‘ from the first moment I met you, your arrogance and conceit, your selfish disdain of the feelings of others, made me realize that you were the last person in the world I could ever be prevailed upon to marry. ’
‘ I shall not renew the sentiments which were so disgusting to you. ’
‘ what are men, compared to rocks and mountains? ’
‘ believe me, men are either eaten up with arrogance or stupidity, and if they are amiable they’re so easily led that they have no minds of their own whatsoever. ’
‘ take care, my love, that savors strongly of bitterness. ’
‘ I’m so sorry to intrude. they said the house was open for visitors. I had no idea… ’
‘ there is something pleasing about his mouth, when he speaks. ’
‘ you don’t mind delaying our journey for another day? ’
‘ but I know very well that nothing can be done. we have not the smallest hope. ’
‘ would I could help you. ’
‘ sir, I think it is too late. ’
‘ this is grave indeed. I will leave you. ’
‘ I forgot! I shouldn’t have said a word! ’
‘ I’m just glad that you come alone, because then I shall see less of you. ’
‘ not that I’m afraid of myself, but I dread other people’s remarks. ’
‘ oh my goodness! everybody behave naturally. ’
‘ whatever you do, do not appear overbearing. ’
‘ stop that racket and sit down! find yourself some work! ’
‘ oh lord. I shall have a seizure, I’m sure I shall. ’
‘ I return to town tomorrow. ’
‘ so soon? ’
‘ for when you were in town last winter you promised to take a family dinner with us. I have not forgot you see. at least three courses. ’
‘ well, I’m glad that’s over. ’
‘ we can now meet as indifferent acquaintances. ’
‘ you cannot think me so weak as to be in danger now. ’
‘ I think you are in great danger of making him as much in love with you as ever. ’
‘ I know this is all very untoward, but I would like to request the privilege of speaking with you. ’
‘ first, I have to tell you that I have been an unmitigated and comprehensive ass. ’
‘ thank the lord for that! I thought it would never happen. ’
‘ I knew she could not be so beautiful for nothing. ’
‘ can you die of happiness? ’
‘ bravo! that is the most unforgiving speech you’ve ever made. ’
‘ you can be at no loss to understand why I am here. ’
‘ I warn you, I am not to be trifled with. ’
‘ if you believed it impossible, I wonder you took the trouble of coming so far. ’
‘ you may ask the questions, which I may not choose to answer. ’
‘ you have insulted me in every possible way and can now have nothing further to say. I must ask you to leave immediately. ’
‘ I have never been thus treated in my entire life. ’
‘ for once in your life, just leave me alone! ’
‘ I couldn’t sleep. ’
‘ how can I ever make amends for such behaviour? ’
‘ you must know — surely you must know, that it was all for you. ’
‘ you are too generous to trifle with me. ’
‘ my affections and wishes have not changed. ’
‘ one word from you will silence me forever. ’
‘ you have bewitched me body and soul and I love and love and love you. ’
‘ I never wish to be parted from you from this day on. ’
‘ your hands are cold. ’
‘ I thought you hated the man. ’
‘ but will that make you happy? ’
‘ I was wrong, entirely wrong about him. ’
‘ you mustn’t tell anyone. he wouldn’t want it. ’
‘ you do love him, don’t you? ’
‘ I cannot believe that anyone can deserve you. ’
‘ and how are you today, my dear? ’
‘ I wish you would not call me “my dear”. ’
‘ what endearments am I allowed? ’
‘ and what shall I call you when I’m cross? ’
‘ how are you this evening, ____ ? ’
bransles:
oh, what a gentleman — unwilling to give him a foot massage, fair enough, but willing to peel his fruit. his grin turned sharp, brows knitting together curiously as link pointed to his sword. he couldn’t have meant … peeling an apple with it? cutting around it with such a large and dangerous weapon? well, that was a sight octavo would have loved to see, actually. if link wasn’t simply bluffing, he could have set up a little side show doing that.
he gave a single, amused laugh, then reached over to a basket on the counter that held fruit. he grabbed an apple and tossed it link’s way. crossing his arms over his chest, he canted his head towards the sword resting against his wall.
“ go on, then. put your money where your mouth is, as they say, ” he challenged, “ i am dying to see you manage to do such a thing with a sword. ”
namely, it would have been amusing to see a tool for violence being used for something as mundane as — ah, that reminded him.
“ do tell me you clean that thing regularly, though. i would hate for a perfectly good apple to be soiled with the guts of whatever unfortunate creature crossed you last. ”
it seemed Octavo was taking Link up on his offer, as he tossed an apple to him. he easily caught the fruit, a grin coming to his face as Octavo challenged him to prove the efficiency with his sword he claimed to have.
now, Link wouldn't say he was one to show off, not normally, but when his skills were doubted, he allowed himself to flaunt his abilities, if only just a bit. he set the apple down on the table, his grin sly and confident as he stood from his seat.
'gladly.'
he ran a hand along the table as he turned to fetch his sword, Octavo's comment getting a hearty laugh from him as he picked it up from where he had propped it against the wall.
'don't worry, she gets cleaned every morning,' Link reported once he sat back down in his chair.
he unsheathed the blade, setting the sheath off to the side before he pushed his chair away from the table a bit, trying to give himself ample room, then going through the same process he had done so many times before. planting the hilt of the sword on the floor, he tucked part of the blade under his arm, holding it steady with his bicep as he took the apple from the table; fruit in one hand, blade in the other, Link pressed the apple to the sharp edge, delicately peeling the skin to reveal the soft flesh beneath.
it took him but a few moments, the skin coming off in one long spiral strip, as if he had used the proper utensil. with hands now wet from the juice, he looked up at Octavo, presenting the apple to him with a smile that said 'I told you so.'
@ovisac / “ now see here , i admire your pluck , one man going it alone against impossible odds, but such a plan is incredibly foolish .”
Link looked up to the person before him, raising a curious brow as they commented on his plan being foolhardy. ah, they must not know who he is.
foolishness might as well be considered a part of courage, you have to be at least a little foolish to be willing to throw your life on the line for a kingdom alone, so Link supposed they weren't necessarily wrong in their judgement.
'I appreciate the concern, but that's kind of what I do, occupational hazard and all,' Link assured the other with a smile. he was a hero, of course he was foolish, all heroes are.
ok but seriously
👨🏻 do you regret your relationship with your son? if you could go back and change how you did things, would you?
"no, I trained him to be a knight and a warrior, just as my own father did with me. he needed discipline to become what he is now, to be a suitable weapon for the goddesses, and that is what he got, and I do not regret it. maybe things would have been different if his mother had been alive, but she wasn't."
👨🏻 opinion on octavo pissing on your grave?
"excuse me?"