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Babe wake up we got Taylor swift stuff AND time outfit analysis on the same day. Big day for annoying people /aff

Originally on patreon, now public — a long-overdue breakdown of Time's armor and attire Needless to say he's the last one equipped

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Rock on!

LOZ/Lu

Marvel, specifically moon knight and the moon knight system.

Mythology, specifically Greek or Egyptian(and I’m actually qualified to speak on such, ancient civilizations is my minor!)

Doctor who

And also Jesus! (Reminder that he loves you so much!!!)

Open tags!

I saw this meme going around on twitter and I think it'll be perfect for this account.

List 5 topics you can talk on for an hour without preparing any material.

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MEEEE WAIT OH MY GOD

My arthritis is sooooo bad when it’s about to rain and sometimes I genuinely can’t sleep.

I love arthritic legend so much jojo please say it’s canon

Legend: *in tears from pain, shifting around constantly trying to sleep*

Legend, upon hearing heavy rain hit the roof of the inn: *sits bolt upright* "I should've FUCKING guessed"

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OH MY GOOOODDDDD

(I plan to make more but don’t wanna bombard you with mentions unless you want, also your drawings are so gorgeous)

Congrats to those who said twilight!!! Here’s more Poet Shirt Propaganda

Also I’m trying out a new way of blending and idk if I like it yall lmk what you think

Very tiny little tag to @miaw-myaw-miaw bc they liked the one with Rulie so much. Hope you like this one too miaw :)))

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Playing spirit tracks and within my first fifteen minutes of playing, I did an illegal reverse to get onto another track and avoid a crash, drove backwards for a few miles, got to the castle on time, and was told I passed my exam with flying colors.

Fantastic game, 100/10.

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Congrats to those who said twilight!!! Here’s more Poet Shirt Propaganda

Also I’m trying out a new way of blending and idk if I like it yall lmk what you think

Very tiny little tag to @miaw-myaw-miaw bc they liked the one with Rulie so much. Hope you like this one too miaw :)))

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Something new in the works, another addition to my Poet Shirt Propaganda(that’s what I’ve started to call it.) bonus points if you can guess who this is.

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Seems fun

Let’s play Writer’s Would You Ever

Send me an ask that says “Would you ever write…” and continue the sentence.

I’ll respond with yes or no and give an explanation as to why if I want to.

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Oh my God oh my God oh my God oh my God oh my God—

Waiter!!! Oh waiter!!! One Rulie in a poet shirt please!!!

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Please bother me with questions and statements I love talking to yall and just talking in general I love to yap

bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements

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Sick(negatively)

A small sickfic where the links help you feel better, just bc I was struck with one of those 24hr stomach bugs on the day i was supposed to move out of my apartment (my family took care of it while I fought to hold it together in the bed a whole state away. I feel so bad, I’m so blessed to have them)

Tw: vomiting, nausea, fever, just general sickly things that come with a stomach bug.

A/n: southern and or fever-induced and mumbled contractions and are as follows: where’s’at (wheres that). ‘Is: this. Would’je (would you, but more pronounced like would ye.) j’s’a: “just a”, and it’s genuinely pronounced the way it looks like it sounds.

P.s.: was talking about this w my grandma today: why is sleep after being nauseous some of the best sleep ever? Like you’re trying to sleep while nauseous and when you finally do, you get the best sleep you’ve had since a baby. What’s with that. Wish I could bottle that sleep and use it whenever.

You say the word sick a lot, but it’s never really derogatory unless the chain is doing something gross or showing something gross. Sure you’ve turned your nose up at some monster parts the champion decided to tease you with and yelled “champ stop! That’s sick!!!” But usually, sick is a positive term for you.

“That’s so sick!!!” You yelled as you watched Sky, the sailor and the champion paraglide down on sailcloth, paraglider and one giant leaf.

“Oh-hoh! Veteran that’s sick, thank you!” You’d cheer after he managed to mend your favorite pair of pants with a very nice patch covering the hole in the knee you acquired after you’d fallen and gotten a nasty scrape, the traveler healing you up very quickly. He couldn’t stand to see you in pain.

Speaking of in pain, here you writhe on your bedroll, a stomach bugs plaguing you as you try to use every ounce of brain power to keep you from spilling your breakfast. You were very sick—derogatorily. Negatively.

“A-are they gonna be okay..?” The sailor asked.

“Of course. They’re just sick, sailor. Nothing to be too concerned over.” The old man comforted the child, who watched his usual playmate curled in a ball, sitting up to keep your head above your stomach in an attempt to curve the nausea and movement you felt in your stomach. You rocked back and forth very gently to try to self soothe, humming in no particular tune, just a futile effort to once again curve this. As I said: futile. That telltale sign of your mouth watering hit you, the already hot air now suffocating you further, making you feel sticky. You got up and ran off like a dying cat, not wanting them to see you like this. Being sick made you feel vulnerable, and you didn’t like to feel vulnerable, didn’t like for people to see you vulnerable—even if they were your friends.

“Oh hylia…” the rancher frowned in sympathy. “We need to do somethin. Vet, where’s’at frost rod you got?” He asked, dipping a bundle of cloths into a bucket of water they had put aside for, well, just whatever.

“Here.” He pulled it out of his bag.

“Make ‘is cold, would’je?” He held the cloth out.

“Alright.” The veteran chilled the cloths. After you returned, the rancher came up to you and knelt down, wiping your forehead and cheeks with the freezing cloth. It felt like heaven came down and kissed your face. You sighed in relief, eyes shut as you shuddered. He put another cloth around your neck, leaving you with the other two to hold. You held them against your face.

“You need anythin’ t’drink, darlin?” He asked you, concern lacing his voice.

“Water…” you replied weakly, barely able to stutter anything out with how bad you were trembling.

“On it.” The traveler nodded and got you some cold water, also chilled by the frost rod. He brought it over and you very slowly and carefully sipped it, letting it coat your mouth and rid it of the nasty taste.

“Thank you…” you muttered as best you could.

“Of course..” the traveler brushed your hair back. You were burning. He didn’t realize it’d been this bad.

“Hylia, you’re on fire!!”

“J’s’a fever…” you swatted his hand away, but he wouldn’t budge on this. He put his hands on your head and magic flowed out from his hands and into your system. It wasn’t instant relief, but you felt like you could think a little clearer. After you finished your water, you sat the cup down. You looked so exhausted and it was unbearable to see.

“Would you like rest?” The traveler asked. You huffed a weak laugh.

“I’d love to rest but I feel like my body is in fight or flight mode against whatever virus this is…”

“It is..” he laughed sadly. “Here… I can help.”

“Please…” you sighed and let him use his magic to drift you off. It’d come to be known as the best sleep you’ve ever gotten.

“Okay…” the traveler laid you down gently and put a very, very light cover over you to keep you from shivering, and the champion placed an ice rod near you so your face and neck would burn up. This would work. It had to work, at least until you got to an inn.

They hated when one of the team got sick.

Especially when it was you.

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This is absolutely filleting me, I’m definitely gonna start calling them that. They’re my favorites and now I have a trio name for them.

Request to call Legend, Hyrule, and Wind the Timeless Trio. You know, Time-less?

…it’s pretty accurate, given the Time-line.

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[mid battle, everyone’s fighting really hard and struggling to keep up.]

Wild, firing arrows from afar: this is intense. this is really intense!!… all I’m thinkin about right now is a twelve pound bag of seafood boil.

Wind, running back into battle: SPICY.

(Was just inspired to make a Lu incorrect quotes trapceleb edition… gonna do that asap.)

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I’ve been playing ukulele for a few weeks and I’m getting the callouses on my fingers and I’m just thinking of the members of the chain that play stringed instruments. How they have so many scars from battling, but then you see and feel the musical scars. The scars and callouses on their fingers from doing things they really enjoy. The way a guitar falls perfectly into the bend of their elbows, the scars around their cuticles from strumming guitars or lyres or harps. The scars from an instrument loved so well, because for a little while the links get to be gentle, get to smile as they play and sing.

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This is an idea I’ve got floating around in my head. Thinking of making a comic, it probably won’t come to fruition so whoever wants to take it and run, go with it. These lyrics are from Dear Reader by Taylor swift, and I think they fit the chain so.

Hyrule: dear reader, if it feels like a trap, you’re already in one. Dear reader, get out your map, pick somewhere and just run.

Legend: dear reader, burn all the files, desert all your past lives, [looking in the mirror] and if you don’t recognize yourself, that means you did it right. (Never take advice from someone who’s falling apart)

Wind: dear reader, bend where you can, snap when you have to.

Four: dear reader, you don’t have to answer just cause they asked you

Twilight: dear reader, the greatest of luxuries is your secrets[wolf Link is his shadow]

Sky: dear reader, when you aim at the devil, make sure you don’t miss.(never take advice from someone who’s falling apart)

Time: so I wander through these nights, I prefer hiding in plain sight, my fourth drink in my hand, these desperate prayers of a cursed man spilling out to you for free, but darling, darling please. You wouldn’t take my word for it if you knew who was talking.

Legend(again): if you knew where I was walking, to a house, not a home, all alone cause nobody’s there.

Wild: where I pace in my pen and my friend found friends who care. No one sees when you lose when you’re playing solitaire.

All: you should find another guiding light, guiding light, but I shine so bright.

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Thinking about how I’d love to travel with the chain but how it would be so hard not because I have mobility issues and I’m kinda out of shape(I mean that too) but because I’m lactose intolerant and I would NOT want to burden Wild with that.

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Yall ever written a fic that haunts you? For me it’s the moon doesn’t mind. It plagues me often. Currently plagued with thoughts of it.