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An art challenge(?) me and @l3ominor did!! We both choose one of our Links from our Aus and followed the templates below the cut!
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Left is (???) From Recalled (Leo’s) and Right is Beast from Across the Galaxy (mine!)
An art challenge(?) me and @l3ominor did!! We both choose one of our Links from our Aus and followed the templates below the cut!
Too Sweet
This too, is short n’ sweet. Based on @trippygalaxy/@acrossthegalaxyau’s Beast.
He’s a little self loathing.
and this is totally self indulgent.
𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊
He was an abomination. He was sure of it. He was no good thing, not anymore. His temper had soured. His fangs had sharpened — his senses too. He was more beast than man. It was what defined him now. It was his namesake. It was his purpose. To rip and marr and massacre.
Staring down at his chest he saw only proof of it. A shard, the catalyst to his pain, embedded between his ribs. He was other. Neither Twili nor Hylian. His form struggled to reject the magic as it latched to his heart. What was once soft and warm was now cold and still. Spider-like scars wrap around his torso in an unnatural teal, glowing and pulsating with the beat of his changed anatomy. His skin blackened near the wound.
Like rot.
You should not insist upon resting your head nor giving your heart to something so beaten, he thinks dully, as you do just that. You shouldn’t accept this so readily. You should scream and thrash and cry, like prey caught in his arms. But you do not. You refuse. You kiss the shard lovingly before repeating the motion above his heart. He does not understand why you trace the thin lines with your fingertips, muttering sweet compliments into the worst part of him. You are faced with what taints him, and you love him despite it.
He does not deserve such love.
His teeth are made to rip and tear soft flesh, not graze against it teasingly. You should know. You’ve seen the deer carcasses. You’ve heard the rumours. But you kiss his lips as if there’s never been blood on them. His hands are meant to break and crack bone, not cradle yours softly. You’ve seen him work, you know what he can do, the strength he yields. But you thank him all the same, wrapping your arms around his waist and murmuring your approval. His demeanour is supposed to drive everyone away, so why are you still here?
And why doesn’t he want you to go?
Why does he embrace this soft life with you, letting you pepper kisses across his tattooed cheeks? And you shouldn’t see the worth in spending meaningless days watching him work his small field. You don’t need to follow him around on his late night walks as he avoids himself. You especially don’t need to comfort him. He’s been primed to kill, and yet you soothe him like he's a frightened stray. He shouldn’t let you waste your precious time cooking him meals and tending to his many wounds.
He shouldn’t let you.
But he does.
He craves your soft touches and the jump of his heart. He breathes now to be good by your standards, if he can’t be good wholly. He longs to be held by you again. He waits on your call eagerly— loyal as ever. He aches to be loved by you. To be special to you in some way. He doesn’t care how much he has to give, so long as you love him it’s worth it.
He knows it’s bad— to keep you from better people and a better life. But that doesn’t change that he wants you at his side. And it certainly doesn’t change that no matter how often he tried to tell himself otherwise, he loved you. He was yours, heart, mind and soul.
And he felt like maybe you were his too.
He saw no other reason you’d be so upset at others checking him out as he worked. And certainly nothing to warrant the smirk as you kissed him breathless to stake your claim.
He was no better than Heavens. He was a lovesick fool for you.
Maybe just this once he could be selfish. Maybe just for you he could let himself fall in love. And Maybe things will stay this way, with you both curled up in each other’s arms on a sunny evening.
@acrossthegalaxyau @trippygalaxy oh dear my hand just slipped again, so sorry/j
Got bored and thought that these two would either be at eachothers throats or be the aunties in the corner gossiping and talking shit
OH SHIT I SAW IT AND FORGOT!!!!
i’m so so sorry! This is amazing! My boy and your boy!! Who they talkin shit about? Beast and Twilight? Or maybe their respective Ravios? If i have time i’ll make something to further their disrespectin’
Wip for Beast
...Beast is getting brass knuckles :)
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Lives just been busy!!
For aog boys!!
Who do you think dislikes being the chosen hero?
totally understand!
Shifter, Legacy and Beast!
Those three have varying degrees and reasons for hating the mark on their hands, but they all at one point have grown a dislike for their title as the 'chosen hero.' Beast blames the mark for everything bad that has happened, Shifter sees the mark as a curse and the explanation for certain events in his life, and Legacy once loved being the hero but now that his rose tinted glasses have been pulled away he wished he could go back to before the mark branded itself on his body.
Who should i redesign first?
Shifter (oot link)
Legacy (hw link)
Bard (oos + ooa link)
Beast (tp link)