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[14dayswithyou]

Ren coded

✦゜ANSWERED: KJSDNGKDSGSD LMAOOOOOOOOO This is accurate..... I was on twitter dot com when it happened :3c

Also bonus image because you know he would T_T

[topaz-mutiny]

I feel like every time I hear "Bells Hells broke their word", there's this omission or forgetfulness (and I get it; this campaign feels like it took forever and it's easy to tune out conversations that feel circular and unending) that Bells Hells knows that if the Raven Queen and the Arch Heart were forced to comply by the rest of their family, the Divine Gate would be rent asunder and there would be a second Calamity in order to wrench things back to the status quo – that being the gods are all safe and protected and no one knows about Predathos.

The only reason it didn't happen already was the gods had hope Bells Hells would kill Ludinus (which they did); if Ludinus had defeated Bells Hells then the Gods would have immediately busted down the Gate and commit another Calamity in order to stop him... but the Raven Queen and the Arch Heart made it sound like the Second Calamity would happen regardless of who won, and all because the knowledge of Predathos the GodEater, their most feared predator, was out there.

But, Ludinus disseminated that information across all of Exandria, and there's been information exchange between Ruidians and Exandrians. The only way to take that information back would be to kill all the Ruidians AND kill every single Exandrian, just to be sure. Wipe the slate clean. Start over. Destroy every magical and non-magical record, including the people.

There would be no bargaining with the gods without Predathos, for they are too strong and would have no reason to listen. Any parley of "can you Gods leave forever, or can we leave the Hallowed Cage alone or have Vasselheim turn Kreviris into a military-religious controlled state colony" (that's a Bad Thing) would be met with "or we just kill the entire planet and moon so the information is guaranteed to be lost and there can be no more attempts at freeing Predathos". The Prime Dieties would grumble about it, but they would still go through with eradicating the mortals they love because they prioritize themselves and their Betrayer siblings more than mortals. We have proof of that.

I feel like the Gods broke the social contract first. If we want to point fingers at someone breaking their word, they should be included as well.

[ineedfairypee]

Pick your poison: dread or relief?

[whatsaboomlakalaka]

alphabet kink meme

a friend made the joke ~e is for edging and it spiralled into this. have fun!

a is for arms b is for beads c is for clothes d is for dog e is for edging f is for furniture g is for glasses h is for hands i is for ink j is for junk k is for kiss l is for lingerie m is for masturbation n is for nipples o is for overstimulation p is for praise q is for question r is for roleplay s is for senses t is for time u is for underwear v is for virgin w is for wings x is for ‘xoxo gossip girl’ y is for yearn z is for zip

i'm personally going for the 'send me a letter and a pairing and i'll write a drabble' vibe but use this however you like !

[fic-pickyourpoison]

More Trafalgar memes

[heart-on-her-sleeve]

this is a STARTER CALL ! by liking this post, i will write a starter and tag you so we can all start some fresh threads. please specify which muse of mine you'd like.

if you'd like to plot something specific, feel free to drop into my ims ~

&& if you're a multi-muse, please specify which muse(s) you'd like a starter for!

[percys-perfect]

Tag dump!

(there is nothing behind the curtain)

[foolxsh-vxgrxnt]

Active RP Memes

Anon Date

Grab By the Throat

[angelindust]

tag dump

[herawell]

Can someone blease send me asks.

[beeschmee]

first date fantasies

pairing: caleb x fem!reader word count: 1.5k cw: MDNI, 18+, jealous caleb has a vivid imagination, fingering, grinding, orgasm denial, pent-up reader, masturbation, light grinding notes: possessive colonel caleb is deadly, but a jealous flight student caleb? give him to me on a silver platter, please. not proofread, as per usual. might write another part to this, not sure yet. let me know what you guys think? c: |ao3

thinking about caleb listening to you ramble on about how nervous you are to go on your first date and how nothing in your closet looks right on you. your cereal goes soggy in the bowl in front of you as your hands fidget in your lap. reassuring compliments and teases escape his mouth on auto-pilot, trying to ease your anxiety.

the fork in his hand bends ever so slightly as he jabs it into the freezer-burned stack of pancakes that he microwaved just a bit too long, too distracted with preparing your coffee to stop it early.

his knuckles whiten as he promises that everything will go fine, that you won't embarrass yourself, and that your date will love you. if they didn’t, they’d be crazy. 

if they did, they’d be dead. 

the thought passes through him so suddenly he almost misses it, but the feeling that sticks in his heart feels like poisonous tar, dredging through his veins, threatening to pull him under.

it’s unsettling, but familiar. you always brought out this side in him. 

he doesn’t say anything more, he doesn’t get the chance to before you burst up from your chair, crying out that you should’ve started getting ready seven and a half minutes ago. so specific; he adores it. 

you beg him to clean up your plate, promising to pick up his favorite snacks on your way home so you guys can have a movie night, and run off to your room. 

he doesn’t bother you for the rest of the day. he doesn’t barge into your room demanding you walk to the store with him. he doesn’t tease you through the bathroom door as you use up all the hot water. he doesn’t even text you little memes when he could walk down the hallway to show you.

he does stay away, at least to your knowledge.

he doesn’t want to stress you out when you’re already so high strung with butterflies and nerves that aren’t for him. instead, he pauses every time he passes your door, listening to you rambling to one of your friends over the phone over which outfit looks cuter. he imagines you holding up that floral dress he made sure you knew looked amazing on you, your lip caught between your teeth, contemplating it.

when you finally go to shower in the bathroom in between your two rooms, he leans against the wall, his ear glued to it. your voice is faint as you sing offkey to your newest playlist. 

he imagines you in the shower, carefully dancing in place so you don’t slip, your hands lathering your body in that apple scented soap of caleb’s.

marking yourself with his scent before seeing another man has his blood rushing downward feverishly.

just the thought has his heart racing, the thick bile of jealousy burning in his chest receding bit by bit.

in his room, he lifts the hem of his shirt up to his wet lips and bites down. his hands trace down his chest to the drawstring of his sweatpants, imagining the way his soap would glide down your figure. the thought has him clenching his teeth as he reaches under his pants, grabbing his hardening length. 

fantasies of you showering for him, scrubbing yourself down and dressing up all cutesy just to impress him, play in his mind.

his hand works deftly up and down his shaft, squeezing the base whenever he feels himself getting too excited by the thought of you wearing that white lingerie set he’d seen while doing laundry.

the lace frill perfectly framing those enticing dips in your hips. the little heart cut-out on the front just begging his lips to find their way home to your exposed skin.

your singing is louder now, blending into his daydreams of you bent over the sink, applying makeup with your perky ass up in the air, shaking to the beat of the music.

a groan slips through his lips, his t-shirt muffling his pitiful desire for you as his hand focuses on that sweet spot under his tip.

he’d enter the bathroom, despite you telling him to wait until you were done, his hands gravitating to your skin, your hips, your ass. god, he can imagine the way you’d blush at his touch as he pressed into you, showing you just how excited he was for your date.

the thought of you grinding back into him as he nipped at your neck, licking a rogue water droplet up, his hands reaching around to wrap around your hips. he’d tell you to ignore him, that you couldn’t be late for the dinner reservation he made, and to keep getting ready. 

you’d be flustered, maybe even annoyed at his antics, but you would listen. you always did.

he’d whisper sweet praises in your ear at every step, his thumbs rubbing circles on your stomach as you greedily pressed your ass against his bulge. your movement would be awkward, your instincts working against your logic.

his hand would ghost down towards the bottom of that floral dress resting on your thighs, before pulling the fabric up as his fingertips trace up your inner thigh. 

you’d freeze and he’d remind you how little time was left before you both had to leave to make it to the restaurant in time. he’d stop his pursuit until you continued brushing blush onto the apples of your cheek. 

he’d reward you then, his fingers reaching the apex between your thighs and tracing lightly over the fabric growing wetter by the second.

oh how he’d want to tease you, bully you for being so needy, but you’re turning into putty in his hand with every light rub of his thumb over your clothed clit. he’d never go under your panties, not before your first date, he had some self control. 

no, instead he’ll get you right up to the point that your whimpering in the palm of his hand for more pressure, more contact, more of him. he’d get you right to the point of falling over before clicking his tongue, telling you it was time to leave.

he’d walk away then, leaving you desperate and bothered in the bathroom as he goes to grab his car keys, telling you to meet him in the garage in five minutes. 

for the rest of the night, he’d make sure to touch you lightly whenever he could: his fingertips playing with the ends of your hair as you walk, his feet rubbing your ankles under the table during dinner, his knuckles grazing your chest as he zips his jacket up on you after you complain about how chilly it is. 

anything he can do to ensure your frustration stays simmering right below the surface until you’re brave enough to touch him back. until your hands are tracing his biceps as he drives you both home, mesmerized with the veins raised just above the surface, not knowing it’s because of his tight grip on the wheel. until you’re crawling onto his lap on the couch when he suggests ending the night on a movie before bed, begging him to finish what he started. 

he’d make sure he did this time as his fingers slip past that white lace, sinking into your dripping cunt.

the shower turns off right in time for caleb’s orgasm to rip through his body, lightning shooting down his spine as shoots his load all over his chest. the shirt stuffed in his mouth silences the way he moans your name like a true sinner. 

aftershocks ripple through his body as he strokes himself sensitive, his cock red and twitching in his hand as the visions of you riding his fingers fade from his mind. 

reality was a cruel enemy, stepping back in to remind him what he couldn’t have. not yet, he always tagged on. the real you wasn’t dolling yourself up in the next room for him. you weren’t pulling that lace up your legs in the hopes he may catch a glimpse of it if the night goes a certain way. 

another man was going to see this version of you tonight. unworthy eyes were going to trail down your body the second you open that front door for him later. caleb can’t even imagine those filthy hands testing how far you’d let them touch you, surely pushing past your comfort zone too early. 

so, he’ll make sure they don’t. 

at the thought, he’s dressed in the blink of an eye, making sure to grab an old cap, sunglasses, and a mask before he’s racing out the door. he knocks on the bathroom to let you know he’s leaving, telling you to keep him updated on when you leave and where you go. you roll your eyes at how parental he sounds. 

it didn’t matter whether you did or didn’t, your location was pinged on his phone at all times, unbeknownst to you. 

he was going to make sure everything possible went wrong tonight, then he’d be waiting at home for you to fall right into his open arms. it’d been a while since he’d seen your tear-stricken face, and the image of it had heat boiling in his abdomen.

if you couldn’t be his tonight, you damn sure weren’t going to be someone else’s...

[navillee]

hiii i've been an avid fan of your tumblr hehe and i've been meaning to request you this >< so we know that zayne is a teetotaler but BUT do you perhaps have any ideas/headcanons on how he would act if he's drunk? bet he can get drunk with just a sip of an alcohol and be a clingy mess towards mc ���

Oh, sweetie, it will be a pleasure to tell you Zayne has different dimensions depending on the levels of alcohol on his blood. The facade of his demure behavior would start presenting fissures, escalating to a total decay.

❆ Level 1 tipsy Zayne ࿐

• As a person who's not into any sort of vice — despite being ready to fight a god just so he can get laid by his woman every life possible, that doesn't count — Zayne only drink alcohol at social gatherings, more specifically, when someone makes a toast or when his colleagues bother to insist;

Zayne doesn't drink for two reasons: he thinks alcohol is very much overrated — sugar taste better 100% of the time, it doesn't need to keep forcing ingestion to start feeling palatable — and second of all, he's terrified of not being able to control his own mind;

But surprisingly, when he participates in a toast or just gives a little sip on some drink, he doesn't lose composure at first. Rather than that, he feels even more shy. He's trying too hard not to sink into the suave fluttering sensation that small sip of champagne/wine gave him;

He feels like he's committing a sin. How dare him? Making himself so vulnerable to his own profane thoughts, lingering into his brain like a sweet, sweet poison, making his eyes remain seconds more on your frame at the other side of the room;

He's a sinner. His pure as the driven snow facade falling abruptly from grace when he realized he's already unable to control his body temperature. That evil poison flows through his blood, making he feel so hot. It's like the room is gradually turning into a representation of hell, where sinners like him belong to;

The things gotten even worse when you approached him again, randomly giving him praises such as "pretty" or "handsome" just because he's wearing a suit you picked out for him. Oh, that heat comes up from his torso to his ears and cheeks. He's not the confident demure Zayne anymore. That's why he can't look into your eyes like the sober version of himself. He's just a corrupted shadow from a twisted world where everything is just in flames, and he's not able to control his own body temperature nor face you;

Make sure to make him look into your eyes, watch that needy glimmer on his eyes while his cheeks and neck turn into a pretty shade of red. He'll try to avoid you, but again, the warm feeling is so good that he knows that he physically needs to let the control go at some point;

He wants to let go. But would you accept him as your devoted? When all he is, is nothing but a dirty sinner?

❆ Level 2 tipsy Zayne ࿐

That's a level further, that, just as level 3, only you had witnessed. It's already rare to see level one tipsy, so you got surprised when you watched that dimension of Zayne blooming in front of you;

It usually happens when you two go out together to a new restaurant, especially the ones that have Italian or French cuisine, the ones that offer high-quality wine cellar. When you got sweet-grape-based alcohol drink and a doctor's sweet teeth together, you know, because the next day is his day off, that you're the one driving Zayne home tonight;

It takes the right conditions for him to get himself that tipsy; it's like seeing a double rainbow or else;

Tipsy Zayne is the dictionary's definition of a simp;

If he was already crumbling on level one, at level two, he's a whole new demeanor. That's the level he's not able to hold his thoughts — and tongue — anymore, so even though he's still a blushing mess, he will share with you how needy he truly is;

Zayne will compliment you, confess that the fact you didn't send him any sort of message/meme/emoji during his shift got him worried and upset, would reveal how many times he thought of you that day...he just will keep mumbling in simp language;

"Mamit- Manipja***...that's a word. learned last week? ...can't remember. It'sooo trusfating...I feel that every.time. we'retogether." *intensively blushes while looking deep into your soul. Looks away, all blushed and randomly change the topic.*

Will land you his coat anyway cause this man can lose an arm he'll still be top tier gentleman;

Zayne would grab your hand from the other side of the table and kiss it, rubbing his cheeks on the palm of your hand. It's a sign to head home;

The last time you delayed heading home when he start doing that hand kissing thing you two ended up fucking in the car;

Zayne is more desperate when he's like that. He always gets this urge under control when he's sober. However when he's tipsy, his beggingmometer would have a lower resistance;

Entering his home, stumbling on every corner, not knowing if it is the alcohol effect of the heat of the lustful kiss you're both sharing that's making his mind so foggy;

"Hmm...oh, fuck~~ᝰ.ᐟ𖹭ֶֶֶָָָ֢֢֢ Let me kneel, yeah? P-please let me kneel for you? I-i promise will be a good boy~ᝰ.ᐟ"

He would get more vocal, moaning depravedly, mumbling sweet nothings and revealing how much perverted thoughts he has;

Zaynw would get overwhelmed more easily, so he probably will cry during sex by how good it feels, and he can't take anymore orgasm denials;

It would be a total mess at the end, but a total cuddly boyfriend, asking for praises and drooling all over your collarbones at the aftercare;

Zyane would be an adorable vulnerable needy mess that deserves all the love and praise.

❆ Zayne Drunk level ࿐

It was only once in your lifetime that you witnessed this side of Zayne. And you never want to see it again, at least not at the setting of events that make it occur;

It was when you both had given at time to your relationship, not knowing exactly if you two would actually come back to each other. You and Zayne had broken up in some bad terms after a huge argument involving jealousy at work environment, plus you being wreckless as a hunter;

Two weeks after the break up, you decided to get back your things that still remained on his house;

When you entered his house — you still had the extra keys with you — you couldn't witness something more unexpected: the house that used to be all tidy up all the time was in a state of calamity. Zayne's dress clothes remained on the couch or careless on the floor, unwashed. There's work papers on every table surface possible, together with some high alcoholic elixir bottles here and there. All empty.

When you heard erratic steps walking towards you, you turned around to see Zayne failing his own gravity center when he tried to get closer. He was in a pitiful condition, the puffy red eyes announcing he probably had been crying or severely sleep deprived;

When he saw you, his eyes lighted up, and he desperately fell into his knees, begging forgiveness;

Even when he's on his most pathetic self, Zayne would never forget to kneel to you. After two weeks of trying to distract his mind, exhausting himself with work and alcohol, all he wanted was to have you back into his life again. He couldn't bear the idea of his life without your presence. So he cried and begged, and you hugged him, petting his hair, comforting him. He trembled on your embrace, warm tears soaking your neck as you, just like magic soothed him down. Poor doctor, bad as handling alcohol just as not being on mc's loving arms.

*** mamihlapinatapai: word to describe the feeling to people have when they're staring each other face a face, they wanna take action, but at the same time they both know none of them will make a move.

[bardandbear]

Yet another Dragon Age airplane meme, pick your poison

[azure-clockwork]

I love three houses discourse because I'm pretty sure everyone just picks their route based on which house leader they're the most gay for and then tries to defend their pick by pointing out the other sides's war crimes via twitter memes. Reader, all four of them do substantial quantities of war crimes. So many. We're just here because the woman with Issues and a big fuck-off axe said so, and then we gotta justify everything she did in the name of dismantling the class system. I mean, I'm here for that, but you could also try justifying Charm Man uses poison and perfidy to try to stop racism, A Sad Little Meow Meow gives no quarter instead of doing therapy, or the Thicc Pope tries to bring back her mom via human experimentation, depending on your tastes

[the-moon-files]

Aaaaa yay, you updated for Linked Universe again! 🙏 And right when the hyperfixation was coming back for me, too 👀 

I was looking over your posts for LU, and if you don’t mind, I’d love to share some of my own random thoughts with you! I hope that’s okay 👉👈

After I read your “Humans aren't just round-eared Hylians?” post I have had,, many thoughts 👀 One random difference between humans and Hylians I thought about was the possibilities of varying strength,,, You briefly mentioned how Hylians seemed lighter than they seemed to Guide!Reader, and let me tell you, it was such a small detail, but I was transFIXED. I have this image of humans/Guide!Reader just being naturally stronger than the average Hylians - and it made me think of scenarios of the Reader just effortlessly hauling around two Links on their shoulders like sacks of potatoes- And them also picking up things that are supposed to be really heavy with ease! Like, Four would make a longsword, and Reader picks it up out of curiosity, expecting it to be really heavy, but it’s actually not that bad?? (Four in the background: 🧍)

If the Reader is already pretty strong (and maybe even has a profession in fighting, like a boxer or something,, [I might be projecting slightly—]), then ooo 👀 I can see there being this one time where a bunch of monsters ambush the Chain, and as everyone is fighting with the Reader giving them advice and whatnot, a Lizalfos managed to slip past everyone and sprint towards the Reader to attack them. The others are panicking because they won’t be able to reach the monster in time, but just as the Lizalfos raised its sword, one single punch from the Reader sent it flying back into the fray, knocking it into a Moblin. Reader is just standing there with their fist still in the air like “👁️👄👁️ h u h … whY ARE YOU GUYS STARING, YOU’RE STILL FIGHTING—”

In your newest post about the Guide!Reader’s voice, you mentioned how some entities could hear them, and I don’t know if he would, but I think it’d be kinda funny if Ganon and all of his other reincarnations could hear the Reader talking to Link- I’m not sure if he remembers his past lives, but if he does and hears/recognises Reader’s voice, I love the image of him thinking “Oh god, THIS guy again??” Because Reader WILL clown on him-

Dehydrated Ganondorf: *insert evil monologue here*

Guide!Reader: Uh-huh, sure, bold words for someone whose skin looks like a prehistoric riverbed. :|

Sage: *w he eze*

As I was writing all this, I had to think to myself, “Huh,, Guide!Reader doesn’t die when they fall into lava, aren’t really affected by harsher temperatures and winds, and also can swim against strong currents. They’re environment-resistant basically. But there’s bound to be at least one weakness to it all, right?” I did come up with said weakness, and I think it’s kinda basic, BUT one idea I had was that because Guide!Reader is so resistant to the natural elements of Hyrule, they are conversely quite weak to unnatural causes in turn. If they get injured, say they get cut with a knife by a Bokoblin, then that wound would take much longer to heal than it should. Any injuries that the Reader sustains in Hyrule are harder to heal (which I feel like could make some interesting angst,, 👀); their injuries would take more magic to completely heal them, or have more healing potions to drink. I also thought of the Reader being very vulnerable to any sort of poison- Like, if they get a pinch or two (or three) of strong poison in their system, they get knocked out for like two days 💀 

So basically, Guide!Reader is very resistant to the environment, possibly quite strong, but does not have any good constitution,,

[On another note, maybe it’s just a me thing, but I personally love the thought of Wind looking up to the Reader as like a big brother figure,,]

And also!! Happy birthday!! 🥳🥳🎉 As a way of procrastination, I’ve been compiling memes with Guide!Reader and the Chain because the brain rot is hitting HARD,, I can share it with you in the future if you like! /gen /pos And sorry if this is such a long post dkjfgndf-

NOT SOMEONE BEING HAPPY I UPDATED UwU

ur ideas, ur compliments, ur bday wishes, etc. hitting me like^^

Sun: Masc!Reader (he/him) this will be default unless ppl specify otherwise! , Guide!Reader, Boxer/Martial Artist!Reader

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: Most Links of the Chain mentioned + Sage (Totk Link)! No focus/centric Link

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: light cussing, & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

In reference to This Post! Wait, Humans Aren’t just Round-Eared Hylians??

YOUR BRAIN>>>????!!!

This was such a yummy treat tysm for this, sharing is caring 🫶

I absolutely think Humans could be 10x stronger than Hylians, I mean if we base everything abt their universe off of Link weighing ~8 apples lmao

that means swords, armor, broadswords/claymores, battle axes, huge shields, if those weigh abt like fake swords/wooden ones back on earth to us, then i cant even imagine what canons/horses/tree trunks/boulders weigh 💀

like props on a stage weight rather than the real thing lmao

No but how many Links can you fit in one carry??

ok u got a heavier Link on your back, like Time, Twi or Wars, then Four/Wind/Hyrule/Legend (yes he’s light/smaller side, tho he may deny) in ur arms like one Link per arm, maybe 3 Links if you can like wrap ur arms around them

so like 4 Links total? well, Wind or Four r so light/small one could possibly ride on ur shoulders, so 5 LMAO??? that's like half the Chain already AHALJFAfJLL-

on another note,

I LOVEEE ganon being able to hear Guide Reader bc spent too long around them, also i originally based that off of characters who’ve shown they're meta/highly magical kinda (esp the meta part where they may have directly addressed players/broke 4th wall)

No bc Ganon would just be SO fed up by like, Wild’s time, it would literally be EXACTLY like what u said I’d imagine:

(u just playing the game and not realizing until later they can hear you)

Ganon: “ugh that blonde twink again, god when will this plan actually work-?!”

You: “eyyy, Ganon! omg, why’s he?? Hot??? damn, botw best ganon version fr”

Ganon: “you know what maybe you should just kill me right now, hero Link.”

(the thought of Ganon never being able to escape ur voice whenever Link was near him bc u didnt have a body to fight/kill, and instead he just had to deal with ur comments is SENDING ME)

changing subjects again sorry

YES!! that's the weakness/drawback I was thinking abt for Humans in Hyrule, while yes their environment isn't that effective on us, (i like to use “inside a video game” as the reason bc i think its neat)

humans are notoriously fragile in our own world already - we get sick, we get acid-reflux/throw up from bad food/food poisoning, etc.

so it makes sense we’d be more sensitive to this new environment, but even if we got adjusted,

we’re more external-proof, not internal-proof

(u know that's another reason why it works for Hylians and not Humans, we aren’t automatically healed by food, but their world does, and even in botw/totk when u have “dubious” food, its never inedible, its just useless to eat, so technically Hylians can kind of eat most anything off of that logic, like there is no such thing as “bad food” for them)

and u could take this either way tbh,

like we’re either entirely resistant to magic/dont take to it well bc our world didnt have it so potions/fairies don't work and we have to heal naturally

or just yeah, its like ur in a new country tbh, new germs/nature/food/etc. and u def cant guarantee u wont get a little sick from that

this would definitely include genuine poison!

bro the amount of WORRY the Links would feel after realizing the human guide guy who’s physically here now can barely handle their food??

Wild’s making a thorough list of what foods work for you and what don't, like safe foods to go back on, including recipes,

the way Time/Wars would absolutely be willing to take little detours/stop by towns more to make sure you have the right food you can eat,

and even tho Wild’s cooking, Sage is constantly testing for poison, like the dish itself, the herbs/plants, every ingredient needs to be extra safe even by Hylian standards (like not eating adventurous stuff like pufferfish or smth that could possibly have poison if cooked wrong/not enough etc)

that is to say, even if Wild makes a new recipe/other meal, he always has a backup safe meal to give you instead on those nights, and just way too many in general (yes he knows it doesn't buff ur health but he cant help his Hylians instincts to stuff the hurt person’s face with food ok??)

Hyrule! Is!! Losing!!! It!!!!

he has all the healing magic in the world and the one man he wants to help the most, for keeping him from being lonely on his adventure/looking out for him/being on his side no matter what, now he finds out he can’t even help them??

mans would literally keep trying to heal u til he’s drained it all out to just try and get the wound to close, if u didnt stop him

U get injured for the first time, and while a bruise/cut taking weeks to heal (depending on how bad) is normal to you, Hyrule + lowkey everyone is Freaking Out

Wounds DO NOT take weeks to heal?? They take hours at most??? Dude, are you dying-

(Wind got elbowed for that one, purely bc he voiced Sky/Hyrule/Wild/Twi paranoia out loud lol)

that is going with the version ur mostly unaffected by magic, but u could also do the human thing where we get adjusted to things over time (at least more than nothing), including food/sickness

The way All the Links just surround you or outright don’t let you come into crowded parts of town so ur poor immune system wont make u sick again 😭

on the bright side they'd all get rlly good at preventative measures like this, and taking care of sick you lol

(yes, u bribed Wind to get little bro cuddles when ur sick, it wasn't hard, he sees u as the most genuine bigger bro probably bc ur likely hte most affectionate out of all the Links)

(should I get into cultural differences between humans/hylians like humans being more openly cuddly/affectionate? like how in humans are space orcs fandom they acknowledge its unusual for us to “packbond” so easily to so many different species? and how this could possibly apply to not only Hylians but any Friend-shaped creatures across the Hyrules?? ..nah. I’ll save that for another post)

AND YES!! feel free to shoot rambles/thoughts/not even requests my way! Id love to talk abt it or just post it for the world to marvel at too lol

ohh mY God;; YOU HAVE MEMES FOR THIS?? PLEASEEEE SHOW ME????

thank you for this, srsly /pos

Peace out,

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[lokorum]

so another year passed and its my birthday again!! surprisingly i drew a lot of landscapes this year?? and i always thought of myself as of "character-centric" person but here we're, spending hours on rendering a single bush ⑅ᵕ_ᵕ̩̩ƪ

but gosh it was a good year nonetheless. a bit weird one but honestly which isn't? thank you for going through it with me! your heartwarming asks, funny comments and ofc delightfully cute tags pulled me out of the stinky-bad-trash-can back to the stinky-good trustworthy, if i may say trash-can more than once!! 

so here's +3 to what we were thinking about all these cursed 12 months aka

sad people, empty spaces

you can support my full-year obsession with cakes here: ┌|゜з゜｜┘

or send me cat memes on instagram here: └｜゜ε゜｜┐

pick your poison! ♡