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Shadow was used to staying up at miscellaneous parts of the day and night, even before becoming a cat. He vaguely remembered that cats have more sporadic sleeping habits, and are equally nocturnal and diurnal… was that the word? So all of this wasn’t really knew to him.
Anyways. He was used to staying up. Tonight was no exception.
He padded through the house, looking for something to do. He didn’t really wanna wake anyone, so most of his cat toys were out of the question.
He had spent most of the night up to this point just laying with one of the four Links in their beds, and then climbing up to a high shelf and watching them sleep. Keeping an eye out for possible threats.
But that got boring after nothing happened for too long. Besides that, nothing really ever happened. These guys were heroes, they had to have enemies. You mean to tell him that none of their possible enemies think of just offing one or more of them in the middle of the night? Really?
Sure it’d be hard because Vio goes to bed late and Blue wakes up early, so there wouldn’t be much time to. But still!
He found himself bored and bouncing around the halls trying to practice using what of his magic he had left while in cat form.
It wasn’t much, and- like every other time he had attempted in the nights before -the most he could do was cause the shadows around him to writhe a little.
Nowhere near enough magic power to become a hylian again.
But would he even want to at this point? Being a cat rocked, and was way easier than being hylian. Less expectations, less hate. It was nice.
He missed being able to pick things up, and missed being able to make fun of the four Links relentlessly, among other things that he can never really get used to not having anymore. But all around being a cat was nice.
He was still thinking hard on the pros and cons of just, never becoming hylian shaped again, when he heard a sound somewhere downstairs.
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Of course I went to investigate.
I quietly made my way down the stairs. Pausing right at the bottom and looking around.
There was someone making their way through the house. A mask over their face making it hard to tell what they looked like, and a bag over their shoulder.
I watched them grab anything that looked valuable. Movements quick, precise, and quiet.
They set the full bag by the window they had crawled in from, and grabbed out a knife while looking towards the stairs.
Oh ho ho. Not fucking happening.
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Red woke up to the sound of a crash. Hissing and yelling filling the night air as he bolted upright in bed.
What’s happening???? He ran from his room, heart beating frantically.
Blue bolted past him and leapt down the stairs, hammer in hand already. Green hot on his heals. Vio looked like he was still trying to wake up as he stumbled out of his room with his bow in hand.
Red followed his brothers down the stairs. More carefully than the other two had been considering it was awfully dark in the until house and the stairwell was drenched in blackness, and he didn’t want to run into his brothers and trip them up.
The sound of another crash echoed through the house. Sounds of feline vs hylian violence suddenly and quickly stopping all together. Nothing but the low growl of a cat remained.
Clearly someone had someone broken in! Had Shadow tried to fight them? Was the intruder hurting their cat!?
Red was stopped dead in his tracks as he ran into something just beyond the bottom of the stairs. A light following him down as Vio- seeming to have grabbed a lantern from his room -made his way down behind him.
Green had stopped dead in his tracks, looking over at something beyond the counter. Blue having already rounded it, and looking at the same thing with wide and confused eyes, an expression of rage still hidden underneath.
Red peered over Green’s shoulder, trying to figure out what was happening.
Shadow Sandwich Thief Floof Wizard Destroyer of Egos sat licking his paw on top of a heap of bloodied hylian. A man with a mask over his face who had been knocked out (by the crash?) and was now crumpled on the floor in what looked like a very uncomfortable position.
“Shadow!” Red sprung forward past Green, ignoring Blue’s hand to stop him. He lifted the cat into his arms and checked him for injuries.
Shadow shifted to get comfortable in his grip, a look of surprise melting into a very smug one. He didn’t appear to be bleeding, and didn’t act like he had been bruised at all as Red felt along his body.
“Oh thank goodness, you’re okay!” He gave the cat a light hug, relief flooding his veins.
At least until realization struck, and he pulled the cat away from him a little.
“How are you okay????” He asked, as though the cat could answer.
Shadow looked up at him, wide eyed, and then looked around as if searching for an answer.
“Red.” Blue was crouched beside him, hand on his shoulder.
“Yeah?”
“I think our cat is Shadow.” Blue stated, a seriousness in his face that had Red believing him instantly. Even if he didn’t entirely get what he meant.
“Well yeah, that’s his name-.” Green tried, warily.
“No. I mean. Our cat is Shadow Link.” Blue corrected.
There was a pause, and then came three voices at once (and a meow):
“WHAT?!?”
this is really random, and trigger warning for missing limb (not graphic but still)
I should not be allowed to start art projects at midnight lmao
[update: i made this post in the spur of the moment after my family did something very inconsiderate & hurtful while we were on vacation, and I was very upset and angry at how abled people treat disabled people, hence the "abled people are required to reblog" thing. I was not expecting this amount of traction, and I've removed that now, because a lot of people dislike the guilt tripping. I did not mean it to be guilt-tripping, i was upset and angry.]
I had a dream last night where Blue adopted a kid that he found lost out in the woods that turns out to have a whole bunch of shadow powers and magic and stuff and he’s like “huh, that’s weird. Did I adopt a reborn Shadow???” (Cause the kids appearance and age line up with when Shadow died)
And he spends a little while getting used to having this kid in his house and trying to introduce the other Links to him but they never have time.
He even named the kid… I forget the actual name but it translates to “shadow” or “little dreamer” or something. Cause he does recognize he’s a different person even if he is raising him with Shadow in mind on a lot of this stuff.
He even goes to one of those new parents things (kid’s like… 6-or-7 but still) to learn how tf he’s supposed to parent, and asks his father (who is hella suspicious but happy to talk about it) for advice.
Then Shadow is successfully brought back by Vio and Vio finally goes over to visit Blue like “hey sorry this is why I was so busy but Shadow’s back.” and Blue’s just like “…what?”
And then Vio and Shadow are both like “what why do you have a demon toddler in your home.” And blue’s like “fuck you that is my son.” And they’re both like “w h a t.”
And it was really cute and yeah :)
Okay, who gave mother nature alcohol?
Eight Rainbows! WOW Lehigh Valley, PA [960 x 960]
Okay. I didn’t really have a way I wanted this fic to end. Couldn’t really think of one. But I did think of this sort of… “go wherever you want with it from here” so here’s the outro! Thank you so much for reading!!
Shadow sat in a circle, drawn in the centre of the basement floor, because of course it was the basement they chose to do this in. It’s apparently the perfect place in the house for magic... other than the attic.
Vio had drawn up the magic circle. Though he didn’t seem to fond of the magic he was handling, he had a stony expression as he periodically glanced at his book, double checking what he was doing as he went so as to not mess up.
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‘Mess up what?’ You may ask. Easy. Mess up the spell that’s gonna give me back my hylian shape.
If I had known Blue figuring out my identity would have led to me getting proper control of my magic back, I would have tried to show her sooner!
I’m glad it’s happening now though.
Vio lays down the last of what is needed for the magic, the only thing remaining now is to actually cast the spell.
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There was a long pause after the spell had ended. Shadow being given a moment to look over himself and appreciate the return of his fingers.
The spell hadn’t been perfect, he still had feline attributes. Like his eyes, which could slit like a cat’s and had a similar shine. There was fur along his knuckles, leading up to feline shaped claws.
Most notably, he had a tail. A very fluffy one, but it was short and easy enough to hide in his pants that he was sure it hadn’t been noticed yet.
Thankfully he had been… humanized? Hylianized? Returned to form? Thankfully the spell had given him clothes after it worked it’s magic. Though they were very very loose, and the same colours as his old fur with a similar pattern.
Finally, the silence was broken by Red: “Does this mean we don’t have a cat anymore?” He sounded disappointed by the idea.
Shadow laughed. “You could say your cat got an upgrade!” And boy was it weird to use his voice again! It felt like he was moving the words around a cat mouth, and probably sounded accented with the rolls and shape of a cat’s meow.
Red’s lips thinned. “Hmmmm, nooo.” He hummed with a light tone and a shake of his head.
Shadow couldn’t help but pout, Blue and Green snickering at his expense.
Vio seemed to be in shock that the spell had even worked, looking at Shadow with furrowed eyebrows and wide eyes, mouth hung open as he looked between the shade and the book still in his hands.
“I thought Blue was wrong.” He mumbled, Shadow being the only one to hear him. He chose to ignore that comment for now.
Overall, everyone seemed happy. Red even more so when Shadow proved he could still turn into a cat.
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I think it would be fun 😅😊
tumblr mutuals who i would walk around an antique store with and point out funny items and afterward get icecream with
Okay. Another ROTG thought that just attacked me.
Pitch and Sandy are opposites.
Sandy brings dreams, Pitch brings nightmares. Sandy is gold (bright), Pitch is grey/black (dark). Sandy has dark eyes, Pitch has light eyes. Sandy is good, Pitch is bad.
Sandy is narcoleptic, Pitch is a raging insomniac.
At least, that’s what I think.
Besides, in order to spread bad dreams, AND fear, it would be resonable to assume the job takes up all the time you have for sleep.
Current concept idea is that Apollo knows as soon as he meets someone how they're going to die.
This goes hand in hand with another concept that is People who know the future can do nothing to alter it.
Both of which come together to explain Why Apollo is The Way He is.
Shadow: There is only enough room for 99 problems here and they're all me!
(d-eh-ss-air-eh-ben, d-ell-nn, r-ehh-tay-yes-may) "To live immpossibly."
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