A Voice from the Desert now has official cover art!!! Thank you to the amazing Thesea on AO3 for making this, it's spectacular.
AVftD is a slow burn, enemies-to-lovers fic featuring anonymous letter writing between the two most oblivious idiots in the land. While they slowly fall for each other through these letters, they begin to terrorize one another in real life, unaware that something sinister lurks in the shadows...
Thank you for your creativity. I really liked the ballet studio, but after downloading everything from the above list, I am missing 65 items (
it would be great if the list included not just names, but links to the author or cc set
Hello! I am terribly sorry for just replying to your inquiry. But all of the mods listed on the Patreon post were the mods I have used, as much as I want to give you the build along with the cc/mods, Iâve cleaned up my mod folder and lost some of the cc/mods as well. But if you have time, can you please show me screenshots of the missing objects? Hopefully, I can still remember what I have used. Thank you.
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So a few weeks back I was trying to find Zelda and Ganondorf wedding fan art and it turns out there's only one example that exists out in the internet, so I commissioned @musethe to double the statistics by bringing this scene from my fic, Midnight Puppetry, to life (spoilers for that fic, hahaha.... whatever the tags clearly state this is ANGST WITH A HAPPY ENDING).
The swift engagement lasted through the journey to the Spring of Courage. when they had reached the feet of Hylia, she fumbled for her pocket to reveal a crumpled span of turquoise silk, swept up from the Palace floor amidst the Secret Stoneâs glittering dust. She wound it twice around her wrist, holding the long length forward as offering. âIn the eyes of the Goddess, the Fates, and all of theseâŚwitnesses,â she recited, scanning the congregation of lily pads, âI not only promise you my heart, but my mind. To challenge you when you falter, to help untangle when you stumble, to hold the best and worst of your days with the joys and sadnesses of my own. With strength and sureness, I happily become your wife. Now youâre supposed to tie it,â she added in a hushed tone, evading the deities. âDo you know the words?â she asked as he looped the soft fabric at her pulse, pulling it snug enough to stay, his large, thick hands much nimbler than they had any right to be. âIf you donât itâs all right, I didnât want to ruin theââ
âAnd so I, as surely and true as my maiden fair, do beg the favor of heaven,â he cut in with the words heâd memorized in childhood on those Fortress steps, the exchange between the Hero and the Princess that made up the happy ending in the bookâs inked tapestries. Words that hadnât vanished from his mind when the dream turned to ash. She gaspedâoh! and he tucked her shock away to rib her with later (âyou think any worthy bachelor in Hyrule wouldnât have prepared to marry its Princess at a momentâs notice? You underestimate me at your peril, doveâŚâ). Some other day, at least. âTo judge my heart and mind worthy of her care, my arms strong enough to hold the entirety of her will, my labors and deeds virtuous enough for her trust. From this day to my last, you are dearer than kin, closer than blood. The one I wish to serve as husband.â With a generous swath of remaining silk he bound his own wrist twice, leaving just enough space for her to tie the final knot.Â
I am obsessed with the way the light plays in this picture and Zelda's gorgeous gown and the way they look at each other... seeing their little Spring of Courage elopement come to life makes me want to cry, it's so wild to have such a talented artist you've been following for so long bring the story you put so much time and love in to life!
Link to Midnight Puppetry on AO3 (rated E, warnings in tags)
Arthur Morganâs always had one priority: his little brother John. Between double shifts, keeping a roof over their heads, late-night homework sessions, and breaking up middle school fights, he hasnât had timeâor energyâto think about anything else.
Enter Sadie Adler, who moves in across the hall.
Sheâs sharp-tongued, stubborn, and unlike anyone Arthurâs ever met. Between her stubborn charm and Johnâs growing fondness for her, Arthur finds himself wanting things he never let himself consider. What starts as casual flirting and late night conversations slowly turns into something Arthur isnât sure heâs ready for. But when it comes to Sadie, ready doesnât seem to matter.
Because for the first time in a long time, Arthur wants something for himself.
@rdrevents @miladyknits | read it on ao3
The apartment wasnât much to look at. The floors creaked with every step, the walls were a patchwork of faded paint, and the smell of stale air always seemed to linger, no matter how much they tried to air it out. It was smallâbarely enough space for twoâbut it was theirs. Arthur had never been picky when it came to where he lived. After everything that had happened, the apartment was a blessing in itself. It was enough for him and John.
They had what mattered: a roof over their heads, a place to call home, even if it wasnât much. The building was a relic of the past, an old, worn-down complex in a part of Blackwater that most people avoided. It was cheap, which was why they were there. The rent was low enough that Arthur could afford it with his two jobs, and it helped that John wasnât particularly demanding.
The neighborhood wasnât exactly safe, and the building wasnât much better. Their neighbors were a mix of quiet tenants who kept to themselves, and others who lived their lives in a haze of late-night noise and drunken arguments. But that didnât bother Arthur. Heâd lived in worse, and his priorities had always been clear: John needed stability.
Arthur worked long hours at Bessieâs, a small greasy spoon diner that was almost as rundown as the building they lived in. The job didnât come with much in the way of perks, but it paid the bills. It helped that his boss, Hosea, was generally understanding, and the rest of the staff, though a little rough around the edges, had become a makeshift family of sorts.
Still, it wasnât enough to make Arthur feel financially comfortable enough. So, on weekends, he worked a second job with Mrs. Grimshaw, who kept the building running. He did odd jobs for her, and in return she paid him under the table for it. She wasnât easy to please, but Arthur respected her for it. At least she wasnât someone who pretended to care, using the empty words people often used to sugarcoat their lives.
Life hadnât been kind to either of them. Dutchâs arrest had upended everything. John looked at him like he was the only thing standing between him and a world that had too often been cruel. And that was enough to keep Arthur going.
The evening had a lazy feel to it, the kind of night where the air still held onto a bit of warmth despite the sun having set a while ago. Arthur had gotten off work early, and John was in one of his moods, bouncing around the apartment, trying to figure out what to do with the hours stretching out before bedtime.
Arthur sat at the worn-out kitchen table, nursing a glass of water, watching John pace back and forth like a maniac. The two of them had a routine by now, but every once in a while, the quiet would stretch into something a little more playful, a little less structured.
âWhat do you want for dinner?â John asked, hands on his hips as if it were some sort of critical decision.
Arthur took a slow drink from his glass, squinting at him like he didnât quite hear the question. âWhat do I want? What do you want?â
John sighed dramatically, slumping into a chair across from him. âYouâre supposed to tell me, Arthur.â
Arthur raised an eyebrow. âI thought you were the one who didnât like making decisions.â
âYeah, well, that was before you made me eat five nights of your spaghetti.â John shot him a look, half amused, half exasperated.
Arthur chuckled, setting his glass down with a soft clink. "Five nights of spaghetti wasn't that bad," he teased, leaning back in his chair, "You just don't know good food when you see it."
John crossed his arms, his face scrunched in mock disdain. "It ainât that. I just think we could have a little variety."
Arthur gave a dramatic sigh, "Alright, what do you want, then? You pick this time."
John's eyes lit up, and he sat up straight. "Mac and cheese," he said, his voice filled with self-satisfaction.
Arthur couldnât help but laugh at the way Johnâs face lit up with such excitement over something so simple. "Mac and cheese, huh? You sure?"
"Yeah, itâs easy, and you said I could pick." John shot him a grin, clearly pleased with his choice.
Arthur shook his head but smiled. "Alright, kid. Mac and cheese it is." He got up slowly, stretching his arms over his head with a groan. âGuess we gotta hit the store. You got everything you need?â
John hopped to his feet and grabbed his jacket from the chair, swinging it over his shoulder. âYes, now come on, Iâm hungry,â he urged.
Arthur made no effort to hurry his pace, purely just to annoy his little brother.
The old buildingâs hallway echoed softly as they made their way to the door. The creaking floorboards beneath their feet seemed to always announce their every move, a reminder that this building had been around far longer than either of them. Arthur opened the door to the hallway and stepped out, John right behind him, still muttering about his mac and cheese plans.
But as they walked past the faded bulletin board by the stairs, Arthurâs attention was drawn to a new figure at the far end of the hall. A woman, carrying a stack of boxes, struggling to maneuver the piles as she balanced them in her arms. She looked slightly out of placeâ and more out of breath than she probably wanted to admit, judging by her expressionâbut the scene made sense enough. A new neighbor.
She noticed them at the same time, her face brightening with a half-smile despite the evident effort. âOh, hey, sorry. Didnât mean to block the hall.â Her voice was strong, a bit raspy but not unkind.
Arthur gave a polite nod, stepping aside to give her room. âNo problem. Youâre new around here?â
âYeah,â she said, puffing out a breath as she shifted one of the boxes under her arm. âJust moved in. Nameâs Sadie.â She wiped her brow with the back of her hand, giving a half-laugh. âGuess Iâm a bit of a mess right now.â
Arthur nodded again, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he observed her. She was a little disheveledâher hair, a tousled mess of dirty blonde, framed a face that was still youthful but seemed hardened in a way. She wore a simple yellow jacket, faded jeans, and a pair of sneakers that looked like they'd been through the ringer. Despite the sweat and the disarray, there was something about her that seemed to fit right into the buildingâsomeone who could hold her own.
âNice to meet you, Sadie,â Arthur said, stepping out of the way yet again as she fumbled with another box. She huffed out a breath, placing the boxes down, clearly in need of a break.
Beside him, John was eyeing the cat she had perched on top of one of the boxes. The creature was oddly calm, tail swishing lazily. âThat your cat?â he asked, pointing toward the fluffy gray tabby that was watching them intently.
Sadie glanced down and smiled. âYeah, thatâs Bob. Heâs, uh, a little odd, but heâs mine.â
John beamed, his mood clearly shifting. âCan I pet him?,â he asked, practically bouncing on his heels.
Sadie chuckled, a more genuine laugh this time, her posture relaxing a little. âYeah, sure, but I canât promise heâll be into it. Heâs a bit⌠picky.â
Arthur watched John move forward, his hand outstretched toward the cat, already distracted. He turned his attention back to Sadie.
âLooks like youâve got a lot to move,â Arthur said, gesturing to the boxes. âNeed a hand?â
She sighed and made a motion of dusting off her hands on her jeans. âNo, I donât have much left,â She hefted another box up, ââPreciate the offer, though.â
Arthur gave a small nod, not sure what to say next. At this point in most conversations, he would have felt the awkwardness creeping in. But there was something about herâsomething that made the brief conversation easy, even if it was fleeting.
âAlright then,â Arthur said, âHope the move goes smooth.â
He grasped John by the collar of his shirt and gently urged him away from the cat, despite the latterâs protests.
She nodded, flashing another quick smile before turning back to her boxes. âThanks. See you around.â
With that, Arthur and John continued on their way down the hall, and Arthur felt a small sense of curiosity about this new neighbor. The building was always full of strange faces, but there was something different about Sadie.
âSo, the new neighbor,â John said, glancing up at Arthur. âSheâs pretty cool. You think sheâll let me play with Bob?â
âDonât go bothering her too much, alright?â
John grinned. "But the cat likes me. And besides, youâll get to talk to Sadie again." He shot Arthur a sly look.
Arthur shrugged, trying to play it cool, but his thoughts briefly flickered back to their encounter in the hallway. "Weâll see," he finally muttered, more to himself than John.
As they made their way out onto the street, the neighborhood felt even quieter than usual. The small store was a few blocks away, nestled between a run-down laundromat and an old barber shop. It wasnât much, but it had everything they neededâassuming you werenât picky about your groceries. In most situations, he would have just taken his truck, but he was low on gas, and filling up the tank would have to wait until payday. It wasnât too far of a walk, anyway, and the fresh air would do the both of them some good.
Arthur stuffed his hands deeper into his jacket pockets, his gaze darting toward the faded storefronts as they passed. John walked a little ahead, humming under his breath as he seemed lost in his own world. It was moments like these when Arthur remembered how young he wasâhow much weight the kid still had left to bear.
They reached the store, and Arthur pushed open the door, the familiar chime sounding as they stepped inside. The air was stale with the scent of cleaning supplies, the aisles a little cramped, but it had everything required for their simple dinner. Arthur grabbed a basket, tossing it in Johnâs direction. âAlright, kid. Lead the way.â
It was Friday evening when John burst through the apartment door, his sneakers squeaking against the worn linoleum floor. He was laughing at something Sean had saidâor maybe doneâand Sean was trailing right behind him, his arms flailing dramatically.
"I'm tellin' you, John, if you didn't act like such a scaredy-cat, we wouldâa won!" Sean shouted, his voice already high-pitched and excited.
"Iâm not scared, I just got strategy, unlike you." John shot back, kicking his shoes off and tossing them in the general direction of the door.
Sean scoffed. "Iâm fast! Youâre just actinâ like a baby. Besides, Javier was beinâ a chicken, too.â
Arthur, half-sitting on the couch with his feet up, raised an eyebrow but stayed out of it. He had learned long ago that those two could argue for hours, especially over Fortnite.
"Hey, donât bring me into this," Javier said with a small chuckle, stepping into the apartment more carefully than the others. He took the time to politely place his shoes in the corner, a habit Arthur quietly appreciated.
Javier didnât say much most of the time, but when he did, it was usually enough to cut through the chaos. His English was coming along, though the phrases he picked up from John and Sean were... less than ideal. Arthur could only hope Javier wasnât planning on using terms like "noob" and "sus" in any serious conversation.
"Youâre part of the team, Javi," John said, grinning. "We all pull our weight. Well, except Sean."
"Excuse me!" Sean shot up from his spot on the couch. "Iâm the backbone of this operation. The backbone!
Javier rolled his eyes but didnât respond, taking a seat on the chair, his usual calm smile on his face. While he was already the oldest of the group, sometimes, he acted older than he really was.
John collapsed onto the couch next to Sean. "You gotta stop yellinâ so loud, dude, weâre gonna make the whole building angry."
Arthur gave a quiet snort of laughter, taking another sip of his beer. "You two are somethinâ else."
Before Sean could get any louder, the doorbell rang with a sharp, insistent buzz.
"John!" a voice called from the hallway. "Open the door, or Iâll kick it down!"
John jumped up. "Hang on, Abby, Iâm cominâ!"
When he swung it open, Abigail was standing there, arms crossed and scowling like she was gearing up for a fight. She was small, wiry, and had a tendency to puff herself up when she was annoyedâlike a sparrow trying to intimidate a hawk.
"Did you guys just forget about me?" she demanded, eyeing John. âI told you, I had to get my stuff from Mr. Rickettsâ classroom, and when I came back, yâall were literally gone.â
"Well, we were gonna wait!" John said, holding his hands up in defense. "Seanâs the oneâ"
"Donât blame me!" Sean interrupted, flopping back onto the couch like it was some sort of dramatic gesture.
Abigail just rolled her eyes. "You guys are impossible," she muttered, pushing past John and into the apartment. "Youâre lucky I still bothered to come over," she added, tossing a crumpled sheet of paper onto the counter. "Oh, and, you forgot your homework again, idiot."
John groaned loudly, running a hand through his hair. "Aw, crap, I knew I forgot something."
Abigail shot him a look, crossing her arms. "Yeah, well, next time, maybe donât leave it in the lunchroom."
"I owe you," John said, his voice a little sheepish.
"You owe me big time," she shot back, her eyes narrowing with playful mischief. "And Iâm gonna collect."
Sean, ever the opportunist, leaned over the back of the couch. "Hey, Abby, you wanna help me win a bet? Iâm about to eat a whole pizza by myself."
Abigail raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "You canât even finish a small one, Sean."
"Yes I can!" he argued loudly, pointing a finger at her. "You just watch me!"
Arthur stood up, silently amused at the chaos. This was what it was like when the kids got together. Loud, messy, and full of nonsense. Still, they were good kids, each in their own way. Abigail kept them grounded, Sean kept them entertained, and Javier brought a steady, calming presence that Arthur appreciated more than heâd admit.
For all their nonsense, they made Johnâs world feel a little bigger. And really, that was all Arthur wanted for him.
He stepped into the hallway, leaving the chaos of John and his friends behind. The apartment had become a battleground of playful arguments over pizza toppings, with no one willing to compromise. He couldnât focus on their bickering while trying to place the order, so he stepped into the hallway, phone in hand.
As he dialed the number, he heard the familiar ruckus through the thin wallsâJohnâs voice raised high, Seanâs laughter echoing through the apartment, and Abigailâs voice cutting in with some reason that only a kid could pull off.
When he hung up, he slipped his phone into his pocket and turned toward the stairsâonly to bump into Sadie, who had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, walking briskly toward her apartment across the hall. She had a paper grocery bag on her arm and her purse on the other.
âHey, Arthur,â Sadie greeted with a casual wave.
âHey, Sadie. Howâs the move-in going?â
She let out a tired sigh, shifting the bag in her hands. âMostly done. Just gotta finish organizing. You know how it goes.â She gave a small shrug, as if the moving process had drained all her energy. âAt least Iâm finally starting to feel settled.â
Arthur chuckled softly. âI get it. Takes a minute to get back into a routine,â
âYeah, Iâm still tryinâ to find my bearings,â Sadie agreed with a laugh. âBut itâs home, thatâs what matters.â
Arthur glanced at the worn-out walls of the building. Despite the peeling paint and creaky floors, it was a roof over their heads, and that was what mattered. âGets the job done, I suppose.â
Sadie smiled, shifting again, then glanced down at the ground for a moment, as if gathering her thoughts. âI donât suppose youâre headed out for a smoke or anything?â she asked, gesturing to the pack of cigarettes in his hand. Her tone was light, but with a hint of exhaustion behind it.
Arthur raised an eyebrow, looking at her for a second before nodding. âYeah, I was actually about to. You wanna come with?â Smoking was a habit he generally tried to avoid, but there were moments here and there where he inevitably went back to it.
âSure, why not,â Sadie said with a small grin. She stepped aside to let him pass and followed him up the stairs.
They made their way to the side of the building, where the cool night air greeted them, offering a welcome reprieve from the stale indoor air of the building. Arthur took a deep breath, appreciating the quiet of the street. It was rare to find any peace in the chaos that was his everyday life, and even rarer to have someone to share it with.
He pulled out a cigarette, offering one to Sadie, who accepted with a nod. They lit up in comfortable silence, leaning against the wall of the building.
âSo,â Arthur began, his voice casual, âhowâs it feel, settling in here?â
Sadie exhaled a plume of smoke and shrugged. âItâs not so bad. The place isnât great, but itâs quiet, at least. Could be worse.â
Arthur nodded. âYeah. It ainât the Four Seasons, but at least itâs a roof over our heads.â
She gave him a sidelong glance. âYou sound like youâre speaking from experience.â
Arthur didnât answer right away. Instead, he took another drag from his cigarette, watching the smoke curl into the night air. Heâd spent most of his life trying to make do with less than he wanted, and he supposed it was something heâd gotten used to.
âYou could say that,â he finally said, looking over at her. âItâs been a while since Iâve had much to call mine.â
Sadie didnât prod, but she did give a small, understanding nod. âGuess weâre all just gettinâ by,â
Arthur glanced at her again, her casual demeanor hiding something he couldnât quite place. âIâd reckon so,â he said after a beat, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Sadie met his gaze and smiled back, something more genuine in her expression this time.
They both took another drag from their cigarettes, the smoke curling around them like the silence that had settled between them. For a moment, they didnât need to fill the space with words. It was enough just to be there, together, in the quiet of the night.
Sadie was interesting; she was easy to talk to, and she had this sort of air around her that made Arthur want to spend more time in her presence.
When he finished his cigarette, he flicked it to the ground and glanced up at the building. âBetter head back before the kids tear the place apart.â
Sadie laughed softly. âYeah, wouldnât want to miss that. Youâre the peacemaker, right?â
Arthur grinned. âNah. Ainât always successful, but someoneâs gotta try.â
a/n: hi everyone! this was originally meant to be posted around christmas. then i had a seizure on xmas eve, was in the hospital, and kind of had to scrape myself together again. yippee!
this is a rdr secret winter exchange gift for @miladyknits. i'm so sorry for the delays, and i hope you enjoy. i'm not sure how many chapters this will be, but i'm aiming for a medium burn and currently have ~10k words written.
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post tfo continuity, with a slight mixture of other continuities.
@rikafurukawa x op/elita/bee
family of 4 on a trip | random ideas about a fic for a friend
super ooc!! | for the love of primus dont read this, im just rambling at 4am
A/N: very difficult for me to write, but I want to write something for my dear friend. So I will crackfic this as much as I need to, to make it work.
Setting: Optimus and Elita are Conjunxes, Bee is their sparkling.
Earth (undetermined time)
The war is now over, Megatron and Optimus managed to set aside their differences and have come eye to eye about the destruction they've caused, and Cybertronians now reside both on Cybertron and Earth. Cybertron is being rebuilt, and Earth is now a fairly common destination for trade and travel.
On a whim, Optimus decided that him and the team should go for a vacation. With Cybertron being stable enough for the Autobot leader to take a break, they head for their vacation. Destination: Hawaii.
With the coordinates locked on, they depart in excitement of seeing the waves and sun. Mostly Bee that's absolutely ecstatic, but Optimus and Elita can't help but find it endearing. After all, all Bee's known is fighting and war. This would be the first time he has a chance to see another planet and experience humans and their lifestyle.
What they didn't know, was that Soundwave -even after Megatron relinquished the Decepticon cause, still wanted to mess with Prime. (??? this is so ooc)
Bee would be super hyper adhd excited
Elita and Optimus have been on Earth several times, and are happy to be able to visit it again when it's not in a state of intergalactic warfare.
Someone (soundwave? ravage??) messes with the space bridge coordinates and instead of sending them to hawaii they end up in The Philippines. (Manilla?)
Struggling to understand what the fuck and who the fuck pulled the stunt, they meet a local, Rika. (reader, idk maelid wants me to write x reader, but it was meant for her oc??)
something something plot where they accept what happened with Rika, and decide to explore PH instead.
Often Rika would ride on Elita's alt mode as it's the most similar to a motorcycle. But over time Bee and Rika develop a sibling bond, and finds herself occasionally riding with Bee.
Now that bots are an accepted species on Earth, they're free to roam and transform. Under strict guidelines of course.
One afternoon, as Optimus is driving down the highway, followed with Elita by his side, and bee tagging right after, Rika suddenly hears someone calling out.
"Putangina! Si Optimum Pride! (insert tagalog that i dont know, send help) Ă ĂĂ ĂĂ ÄĂ!"
Sure, they're legal to visit, but to see a foreign species is not something you expect everyday.
Chuckling as his vents puff out just a little more. Optimus realizes that a human has noticed and is filming him.
Elita can't help but roll her optics, not that she can in her alt form, but a soft rumble escapes her frame from the satisfaction and excitement of her conjunx being noticed.
Bee and Rika are having a blast following behind. Windows rolled down as they were hollering laughing away. Mimicking the transformation sound as Bee honks back to cheer it on.
The gang goes through several adventures. (adventures to be determined.)
(i want a strip club arc for bee?)
(definitely market arc)
(beach arc, beaches in PH are beautiful)
(i want some more Elita and OP adventure exploration too)
Bee definitely has a Tagbilaran Airport racing arc. (hello earthspark!! filo bee we stan)
Bee grows increasingly to the culture and the environment of The Philippines, Rika crowning him honorary Filipino.
Eventually the group has bonded so close that one could consider them family. An Earth term, but one familiar to both Optimus and Elita. An intergalactic family with an adopted human.
MAELID IT'S 4AM AND I CANT SLEEP, ALL I CAN THINK OF IS FILO BEE LMAAOO
cAN WE GET ELITA THROWING A SLIPPER AT BOTH OF YOU
