✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  REMUS && SAMWISE

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  ZSASZ OPEN STARTER

ZSASZ  WAS  WHISTLING  AS  HE  MOVED  THROUG  THE  STORAGE  ROOM,  COLLECTING  ITEMS  THAT  NEEDED  TO  BE  MOVED  TO  THE  FRONT.    he  only  had  a  month  left  of  florence  tenners  following  him  around.    A  month  and  he  could  go  back  on  his  weekly  (if  not  daily)  Revenant  hunts  without  asking  Armes  (the  horrible  woman)  for  permission.    Tenners  had  to  be  excited  too.    Him  and  his  partner  had  to  be  tired  of  trading  off  from  watching  him.    They’d  gotten  lazy  the  last  month  and  change,  as  well.    Holidays  did  that  for  people.    

HE  GRABBED  A  BOX  OF  HUNTING  KNIVES,  lugging  it  out  to  the  main  area  of  the  shop.    Kai,  his  dragon,  excitedly  jumped  off  the  counter  and  twisted  around  his  ankles.    Zsasz  titled,  just  slightly,  to  avoid  Kai,  and  one  of  the  knives  fell  out  of  the  box.    ❝Mind  grabbing  that?    I’d  rather  not  put  down  this  box  until  I’m  at  the  knife  display,❞  he  called  out  to  the  person  he’d  clocked  by  the  small  clothing  rack.

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Yennefer was surprisingly used to being thrown headfirst into lands that were wholly unfamiliar and not her own. That wasn’t the issue. The issue stemmed from her isolation from the familiar. This world, Earth, was too different from what she knew for her to feel comfortable in being alone there. With no assurance that her Chaos would continue to work as it should, and no head over heels witcher ready to hop to her defense at a moment's notice, she knew that secondary protection was her best bet. 

Approaching Hills Hunting, she tightened the belt of her black woolen coat as if that would somehow serve to warm her up. Though she was dressed in layers of beautifully made black and white pieces of clothing, the chill in the air was still seeping into her bones. Luckily for her, the interior of the shop was much warmer than the outdoors. 

She had only been in the shop for a moment before she watched as the shopkeeper entered from the back. She watched as a blade fell from the box he was carrying, and gave a little nod at the request. It wasn’t until she was halfway down that she registered what it was that had caused him to stumble. A dragon!? A fucking dragon. One that looked all too similar to– no. She would think about him later. Not now. This town would be the death of her aching heart.

She tore her eyes away from the little beast, and walked the knife over to the display, holding it out to him in a way that wouldn’t slice either of them in the passing off. “You know, it's not particularly professional for shop owners to have such a loose grip on weaponry when customers are present.”

rebellioussnips​:

Ahsoka had fallen in love with the way Earth did holidays, they felt so soft and warm to ward off the winter cold. She both loved and hated the snow and the cold, for what she felt was good reason. The reality, though, was that she hadn’t particularly allowed herself to get close to anyone and it made it a lonely time of year as well. 

Distracted, she walked through town for her break from the inn, knowing it was important she let herself walk away from time to time. But, even distracted, she had a habit of paying attention to the people around her. Hearing the rip, her eyebrow arched as she looked to the source. She followed that instinct she always had that said go help and immediately knelt to help him gather up the few stragglers. 

“Here you go,” she mused, holding onto the things she’d picked up. “I have a spare bag, one of the reusable ones,” she offered, reaching into her bag and pulling it out, tucking his things into it before holding it out. “Don’t want you to lose anything,” she said gently, a soft smile on her face. 

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It took a moment to register the woman’s words as he had been wrangling in the items that had rolled. Samwise, obviously frazzled, needed a second to find his voice again, “Oh, thank you very much.“

He was grinning now, and, taking the bag from her, Sam put the items he had picked up into it. A quick glance over the contents told him that everything had been retrieved, aside from… aha! He reached over to grab the missing bag of cinnamon, and dropped it in. Standing, he offered a hand to help her up.

“I really appreciate the hand. I don’t think we’ve met! Sam Gamgee, at your service.” The whole non-Middle-Earth greeting thing was still slightly confusing to him, but it's the thought that counts. Right?

picturedspells​:

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A place of perpetual darkness. It sounded… intriguing. The Horde had not been a bright space, but they wouldn’t exactly describe it as ‘perpetual darkness.’ It didn’t scare them when Midna said she was one of ‘them’ either.

“Like, pitch black?” xe asked. “Or just, y’know, sorta dark? Like at twilight-” Oh. Catra felt a bit dumb after saying that. Xe gave Midna a nervous smile.

It felt sorta nice to share xir pain with somebody, to have someone talking to xem about having felt a similar thing. It felt weird too. Catra wasn’t used to relating to strangers. The only person xe related to growing up was Adora. 

They focused in on the moon.

“I like that idea,” they said. When Catra had been separated from Adora before, they had focused on their pain and anger and the new attention Shadow Weaver was giving them. But losing her now was entirely different. They didn’t have anything to focus on at all. But perhaps looking at this moon could help, and in the daytime they could stare into the sun, they decided.

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Catra’s question immediately got Midna laughing. Xe had answered xer own question in the process, though she didn't mind elaborating. She loved the Twilight, and her separation from it was still fresh enough that homesickness had yet to settle in. 

“It's a bit of both. It cycles day to night, just like this place. The daytime is a softer darkness, like Twilight, but the nighttime is nearly pitch black. It's quite beautiful. Some would say scary, but people often say that about things they don’t understand.”

Midna wasn’t about to pour her heart out about her kingdom, but it was always nice to share the love she had for it. She had spent far too long rebuilding it not to. She looked over to Catra once more, studying the look on xer face. “So… what's your deal then? You seem pretty intense on trying to leave. Trying to get back to family? Or a partner?”

⌘Midna & Link⌘

for the loveliest @shallowmagics

The sun was going down when she arrived. The long shadows cast by the waning light enveloped her in a sort of embrace that you cannot comprehend unless you’ve been a creature of Twilight. The woman– pretty, willowy, regal– swiveled her head around, looking for someone, anyone, to ask questions; for she did not know where she was, nor how she had arrived there. She had simply woken up beneath a tree, and started to walk. She was heading away from the sun, for even in an uncursed form, the brightness of it was uncomfortable. 

Finally, a light in the distance gave her a direction to head. By the look of the few buildings there, this was human territory. Farmland most likely… yet there was a strangeness to the air. Midna used to be able to taste the magic in the air of Hyrule, but that wasn’t present here. Maybe this was another place entirely. The idea made her slightly nervous, fiddling with the end of the patterned veil that restrained her fiery hair from her face.

The air was cool, getting colder by the minute. It was starting to get to her, as her skirt was long, thin material with a slit up the side and her top was cropped with a little decorative shawl draped over her shoulders. An outfit which was clearly not meant for an evening in Wales, even for someone with a high tolerance to the cold. She was thinking of teleporting when a figure caught her eye a bit further down the path.

“Hey! Hello! Hey! Could you hang on a minute?” she called, extending a hand upward in a wave. Midna quickened her pace to catch up to him. “This is going to sound crazy, but I have no idea where I am, and I was wondering if you could tell me–” Her voice got lost in her throat when she saw who it was. Her beastie, her hero, her best friend, the one person she had wanted to see for years, but couldn’t reach. Grinning, she picked up the pace until there was no distance left between them. “Link!? Is that you? Oh this is perfect! I told you I’d see you again!” she giggled, before tossing her arms around him, though she quickly pulled away. “You smell like shit.”

picturedspells​:

⋆៹ ✩۪۟۟≭  Jenny && River Song

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Jenny didn’t notice River’s being slightly unsettled; she was far too excited about this opportunity. She gave her a big grin at the compliment.

“Oh yes, very. It does leave some gaps though. Given that I’ve traveled so much in the far future from this century, a lot of my knowledge is a bit out of date. Can’t exactly talk about the stuff that hasn’t happened here yet. Except with my dad and Bill. They’re time travelers too. My dad’s like, the expert time traveler. They’re called the Doctor. And Bill was their traveling companion before the two of them got stuck here.”

Jenny took a long sip of their tea. It had finally cooled to an appropriate level.

“What sort of flashes do you get?” they asked.

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River was surprisingly alright hearing Jenny’s tales of time travelling. That is until they mentioned Bill and the Doctor. For a moment, her heart skipped a beat. That couldn’t be right… could it? That didn’t fit, it couldn’t fit. Then again, she didn’t know much about either of their backgrounds. She knew they tutored Bill, and that they had a strange friend named Nardole. 

God, when had she become so obsessive about that stupid shop owner? It was unflattering. Beneath her. And yet she was stood like a deer caught in headlights for a moment. In an attempt to cover it, she slowly raised her mug to her lips and took a long sip. 

“I, erm, I don’t know really. Gut instincts on things I like and don’t. I denied them at first, but I found them all to be right. Like enjoying this tea over that or liking waffles more than pancakes. Occasionally I see some things from my childhood, but it feels more like a dream. All confusion and people watching me,” River shrugged a little. They got a bit frightening sometimes, but she wouldn't mention that.

There’s some good in this world, Mr. Frodo… and it’s worth fighting for.

ofmvoonlight​:

Did it leave a sour taste in his mouth when she made that comment about kissing? Of course it did. But it really shouldn’t because she wasn’t his. He had Louisa so why was he standing here feeling jealous over the thought of Yennefer kissing other people? Pathetic, if you ask him. He had no right to act any kind of way around her, he didn’t even remember her. So he had to swallow it down. 

“Well it’s nice to know that I am special”

He told her, flashing her a soft smile. When he was about to speak once again, he felt the buzzing of his phone. As he grabbed his phone and looked at the screen, it was like cold water was thrown all over him. Louisa. Of course it was. “Ehm well.. it was nice seeing you”

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He would always be special to her-- even if he didn’t know her name, or if he was old and rotten, or if he never wanted to see her again. Destiny or no, he would always be special.

Turn and walk away, Yennefer.

She opened her mouth to speak, but he checked his phone, and she knew enough not to. Her eyes narrowed momentarily, then she looked off.

Turn and walk.

“I suppose... Well, I suppose it was nice to see you, too.” Her words, stiff and too big in her mouth. It was a lie, because it hadn’t been nice-- not at all. It had been horrible actually. She wished Geralt was spheres away, toiling over her and Ciri and the bard, because that would be so much easier to bear than this. “Until the next meeting.”

Finally gaining control of her own legs, Yennefer turned, jammed her fists into her coat pockets, and she walked away. 

simcnsncwsalisbury​:

“Cleaning up a mess that I’ve made hardly counts as being kind. It’s just what people do. Should do.” Merlin knows that he used to be much better at creating messes than fixing them, but for now he’ll take the compliment. 

Simon shrugs at her question because although it’s a good one, he’s not sure on how to answer. Why was he here? Because something called to him, because the feeling of familiarity called to him. And isn’t that a good thing? The amnesia patient in films always remembers things after following what feels familiar. So shouldn’t this work the same? Maybe taking medical advice from Hollywood isn’t the best course of action. And he would probably benefit from seeking out a real doctor, but for the moment he’ll settle for following his instincts. 

“I guess I’m looking for someone, but I don’t know who it is I’m looking for. That doesn’t make much sense does it?” 

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Holding back a little laugh at Simon’s bout or naivety, Yennefer simply had an amused smile playing at her lips. He was right— people should clean up after themselves, but hardly anyone ever did. It was a lesson quickly learned by anyone who spent a day in any sort of service position: human beings were lazy and liked to pass off their work. But Yennefer wasn’t about to burst his bubble. 

She watched intently as the cogs turned behind his eyes. It was obvious to her that his mind was reeling in an attempt to come up with an answer. Had she liked him less, Yennefer would've taken a peek at his thoughts to see for herself, but she didn’t. Somehow this town was making her go a little soft around the edges.

“You may be surprised to hear this, but it does make sense. Some people have that feeling their whole life, though I think this situation is a bit less metaphorical than that. Have you tried looking in any other places yet? Or do we have the honour of being the first stop you've taken?”

endlxssnights​:

If Link told himself that the cold was normal, he was back on Snowpeak, he found it bearable. Pretending to be back at home was the one thing that calmed him now. After Zelda was attacked by that monster, he no longer felt safe in this world. Link had failed the goddesses. When it had mattered, he wasn’t there to protect her. Hyrule was fraught with danger, world ending scenarios were nothing but common. But it was home. It was predictable. Link had never failed, because he had never grown complacent.

He couldn’t hate this place, only the way it had made him. Even as a child he retained a sense of awareness. Who could have figured that a town full of monsters, ones even living alongside humans, would be what made Link grow soft of all things.

Some Hero he was.

Hatred of this town ran deep within him, to the point where it took Link longer than usual to turn towards the person shouting. Not by much, of course. Helpful instincts died hard, apparently. The moment he turned, he had an armful of ginger. His hands closed of their own accord around her. He would go with it. Until-

I told you I’d see you again. 

No.

The mirror had been destroyed, he had watched it with his own two eyes. Even if she had managed to travel over to this world, wouldn’t it be part of the Twilight Realm?

“Midna.”

This was a dream. It was a dream that Link never wanted to wake up from. Then Midna was saying something so ridiculously Midna it couldn’t be anything but. He laughed, only to keep himself from crying.

‘That’s because I have a job. Like a normal person.’ The Hylian signs, ones he hadn’t used in years, came back to him slowly. Link still wasn’t sure if he was using the ones from the right time period, but she would know. ‘You should try it sometime. It’s nice.’

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Had he not needed his hands for a sorry attempt at Hylian signing, Midna wouldn't have let go. The way he said her name made her heart leap, having wished to hear him call to her for over five years now. 

She had selfishly wanted him back from the moment they parted. Though she knew it was the right choice to shatter the mirror, it didn’t mean it was the easy one. 

Midna was laughing with him— the light, taunting giggle that seemed only reserved for when she was taking the piss out of Link. “First of all, your grammar is awful. Second, I’ll have you know that I do have a job, thank you very much. Have you forgotten about the whole princess business, or do I slip your mind too easily after a few years?”

A cold hand moved to hold his face, she took a moment to look him over. He was so familiar, yet… it didn’t take a genius to see the exhaustion etched into his face. 

Something was slightly off between them, but she couldn’t tell exactly what it was. Her heart felt like it would beat right out of her chest, so she did the only sensible thing, and hugged him again in an attempt to ground herself in the moment. Her lip quivered as her chin settled on his shoulder, and Midna bit down on it to stop herself from crying. She was with Link. She had never thought she would see him again despite what she had assured him before she went. 

“Link?” she asked after a moment. “We aren’t in Hyrule, no?”

wickedpotions​:

.·:*¨༺  BILL  ft.  river

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BILL FELT FRUSTRATED .  no , that wasn’t the right word for it .  It was a jumble of emotions that ranged for sorrow to curiosity to frustration at the world to just plain curiosity .  River Song .  Bill knew she’d travelled with the Doctor ( though she didn’t know to what extent ) .  She knew that Nardole had known her from the way he had occasionally stared at her photograph with sorrow and love .  And here she was in front of Bill , yet she held no memory .  Parallel universes existed ( very obvious to Bill now , though Jenny had confirmed it ) .  Was it possible that this was River Song , but some River Song from a different parallel universe than Bill and the Doctor ?  Or was it just the memory loss stuff that apparently happened here .  ( Bill was grateful the only memory loss she seemed to have was how she’d gotten from the hospital room to here . )

   ❝ Maybe you did travel .  If you don’t remember much , who’s to say .  You look like the kinda person who would travel .  It’s in the eyes , you know ?  It’s how I knew the Doctor had travelled and seen a lot - their eyes gave it away . ❞

   She bit her tongue at the idea of Nardole being French .  She suspected that he’d get a kick outta that if he’d heard , and thankfully he wasn’t here to hear it and be insufferable .  ❝ Nah , Nardole is the least French person I know .  He’s like - my weird uncle but in the cool way not in the creepy way .  I was told once when I described him like that that I needed to specify that . ❞

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In the eyes. There was something for that. She had noticed it in the Doctor’s eyes when they had first met (though she couldn’t quite define what ‘it’ was). Maybe Bill had a point. The girl was very perceptive, and seemed to have a knack for piecing things together. Perhaps that's why someone as strangely intriguing as the Doctor had taken her in.

River flashed a smile. “I seem like the well traveled type? I’ll take that as a compliment.”

With a soft laugh, River looked over to her, “Specifying that is decently helpful, I’d think.” A moment later, she had found the perfect rug. If River were being honest, she was about to lose hope of finding one in the stack. Yet this one was a perfect fit. “This will do nicely. What do you think, Bill? Pretty?”