Headcannon, he can see lil Time, who died, watch over Legend and Hyrule
(ie worry over when they look sad or curl up and sleep w/ them)
Headcannon, he can see Fierce Deity float around Time, Wars, and the others
(ie poking Wars in the ribs and muttering about his eating habits, trying to push Time back to his bedroll, attempting to tuck Wild in, fretting over whenever Twilight gets injured, sitting by a homesick Sky, curled up around Legde and Rulie w/ lil dead Time's ghost, making funny faces at Wind once discovering he can actually see him)
Headcannon that whenever it seems Four's eyes look purple-ish, he sees Shadow flicker over him with a very fond look in his eyes
Headcannon that Wind can see the first one flash to life above them full of fury when one gets badly injured or angry, he's the most corporal, so much so that Wind thought he was alive the first time, he particularly likes Sky
Headcannon that none of them know until Wind tells them or something happens
"Somehow, impossibly, he looks directly at You. And you know he has never hated anything more. The Hero didn't need to die. You could have changed it, so many times. But you knew before you wrote it that their story would be a tragedy, and so a tragedy it became."
First time drawing these guys in a while. A bit different from the usual style I use for them. Also, I wrote a short thing to go with it.
It's super short but I don't have a reason for that so sucks for you guys /lh
Smut so Minors Do Not Interact. If I find out a minor has interacted with my blog, I will block you.. Thank you!
Smut CW: Sensory deprivation, my poor characterization of First :(
This is Day eleven of My Kinktober so be sure to come back and check out the other days! Friendly Reminder that all of my smut is tagged 'Cindersins' including this, but this will also be tagged as 'Cinder's happy halloween' along with the run of the mill smut tags.
Kinktober Masterlist <<< Day 10>>>Day 12
The feeling of the cloth against his eyelids was…new. Unique in a way he hadn’t experienced before in a manner that didn’t involve imminent harm to himself or his person. It had his sense on high alert as every little sound nicked his now improved hearing. The very scarf he had once held dear now the cause of his limited eyesight.
Everything was dark, but it wasn’t like he couldn’t see. He just couldn’t do it with his eyes. He could see the way your fingertips dragged along his skin, the tone of your skin clashing against his own fair one as the delicate pads ran over every goosebump. He could see the way you leaned in close, breath fanning against the crimson fabric wrapped around his head.
He didn’t need his eyes to see because his sense had been amplified tenfold.
It felt like his nerves had been lit on fire. Like cotton had been pulled from his ears and blinders had finally fallen, freeing him from a world so dulled he had no idea there was such vibrancy to be had.
It was almost overstimulating with how much it all was. More so when he felt your delicate fingers wrap around the shaft of his cock. It was more constricting than he thought plausible and he could only wonder for a fleeting second what it would feel like to be enveloped by everything that was purely you. You didn’t let him dwell on it however, thumb crushing over the weeping head of his cock, spreading the leaking precum down his shaft before letting go completely. It cooled quickly and he felt his skin riddle itself in goosebumps at the feeling of it.
It was addicting.
First let out a shaky breath through his teeth before straightening his spine. He was a knight, he had to act like it.
Your chuckle made warm breath brush against his ear and in an act he previously thought forbidden, he whimpered. It shuddered in his throat and his shoulders shook because of it before he settled. But you had grappled onto that sound and you were going to run with it.
Your hand returned to his cock, gently tugging it and making him positively shatter in a shaking and trembling heap.
His hands fell to the bed beneath him, fingers clutching onto the fabric. He could feel the sheet strain in his grip before he pulled his hand free, instead threading his fingers into his hair. His scalp burned at the pull, but it was no near the rush of pure ecstasy that ran through him in jolts of pure lightning, Every muscle simultaneously tightened and went lax as strings of cum seared wherever they landed on his own skin that your hand didn’t immediately cover.
finally showing off (one) of my loz ocs yuuuhh
mkay so I've spent months making sure this guy was lore accurate enough and I've spent an unhealthy amount of hours just thinking about him and his descendant's role in the story so imma get on with it
(i'm trying to finish the hawkmoth redesign i swear I'm just strugglin)
lol i was texting someone saying “i like gifts” but it autocorrected to “i like first”… like yeah autocorrect i do but that’s not what we’re talkin about so 😳
