Short DPXDC Prompts Masterlist #801-850

god gave me feet so i could run (and instead i stood and came undone)

a drabble inspired by @breannasfluff's eldritch wild series :)

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Smoke and ash and a burning, smoldering oil, like the scent of a gas lantern fills his nostrils. Mixed in is cold, dead coals and ice and the sharp needles of pine. A moonless night in a glade should be comforting, should be familiar, but it overwhelms him, fills him through and nearly guts him in its intensity, in its animosity.

Midna laughs under his feet, where his shadow moves without his consent. “Still scared of me, farmer boy?” she hisses in his mind.

“No,” he says out loud, because it doesn’t matter if he is. Because he can’t act like it because his shadow exists under all his clothes, because her needle-like teeth could sink into him and rip his throat out before he realizes--

“Good.” Another cackle follows the statement, ghostly fingers smoothing over his neck and leaving burned, crumbling flesh in their wake. “You Hylians never know who you should actually be scared of.”

It’s a long time before he understands her words. It’s a long time before the ice-cold crackle of burning coals under his feet and the dripping weight of oil riding his back become familiar, welcome sensations. Before losing them feels like some part of his soul has been wrenched away and thrown into the ink-black sea that bore his friend.

It’s a long time before he stops expecting to feel the whisper she left behind.

It’s a long time before he feels something like it again.

The kid washes over him almost without warning. And at first, he jerks away, no longer used to the sensation of a fog rolling through and choking out his breath, of how the light of dusk is too little to see in but enough that you think you can, of dusty fingers leaving dirt in their wake and sharp teeth at his neck--

Everyone else tends to skitter away from Wild’s very being, and he doesn’t. Instead, he grabs the kid’s hand and imprints the memory of rotten bark and rain on dead leaves into his palm, into his being.

“Ain’t it funny,” he asks with a wink, “how Hylians ne’er know who ta be afraid of?”

Whispers and words churn behind him, the others wondering what he could mean, and he ignores them. Because the kid’s too-blue eyes flicker over his form before a grin breaks over his face like a piece of pottery cracking open, and the hand he holds grips him back like he’s the shadow Wild’s been looking for, too.

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Inspired by this post by @ssschrodingers-cat here’s some de-aged Twi sketches. The idea of Wild having to be the responsible big brother now (perhaps it feels vaguely familiar) and wrangle little Twilight in (a taste of his own medicine truly) is delightful. Lots of potential for fluff and angst (like how’d Twilight end up alone in the woods before Ordon anyways?) and a fun way to change up there dynamic.

Anyways there’s a blonde and brunette young Twilight because the original post had Twilight blonde so I decided to try it out. Not sure how I feel about it. Maybe he was born white blonde, but turned brunette as can happen over time.

Edit: fixed a typo. Gah!

another meme redraw from twt, i just couldn’t help myself

they went through a time gate and a dennys was on the other side

Four: Try explaining your fight with Ganon or whatever evil was wrecking your kingdom, but without context.

Wind: Old-ass wizard kicks around some minors while the only other adult is a shapeshifting boat-man who prioritised claiming some triangles. Beat that. 

Four: I’m sorry, what?

Wind: That’s how Grandma saw it. But I get it, he did take a few pot shots at me and especially Tetra.

Time: [remembering when Ganondorf, chasing after Zelda on horseback, stopped his pursuit solely to blast a 9 year old in the face and monologue]

Time: Sounds like him.

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Rating the links on how well they could do taxes, from “what are taxes” to “semi-functional adult”

Wild: taxes disappeared after the calamity, and they don’t feature in any of the memories that he’s regained

Hyrule: this boy lives in a cave, if he’s ever heard of taxes it was only in passing

Wind: he’s a child, what 14 year old knows anything about taxes

Time: I think we can all agree that Malon does his taxes for him

Sky: I don’t know if skyloft has taxes, but if it does then he’s pretty ok at them

Twilight: not the best at it, but he can do them

Legend: you need to know at least a little bit about taxes to properly evade them

Four: runs his own blacksmithing business, he can do taxes

Warriors: close with the royal family and probably the most functional adult of the chain, he can do taxes

Argus from greek mythology

dick: Hey guys, what are you watching? damian: Kitten Football. dick: Why? damian: It’s randomly came on and now I’m invested. And then jason came in and got into it too. Aw, look Snuggles fell asleep- jason: SNUGGLES, WAKE THE HELL UP AND GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME, DAMNIT! dick:?! damian: jason sees the show differently than I do.

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