#(v)—undefined.

[myddle]

straightforward vizzy is canon compliant and all but have you considered: nebulously undefined vizzy

like, they hang out a lot and are cuddly with eachother, but otherwise nobody knows what their relationship is

and when anyone asks, they're just like "we're besties" and refuse to elaborate

are they romantic? do they make out? was Lizzy the same with Doll? do THEY know what their relationship is? have they even discussed it?

nobody knows! And they think that's hilarious

[t4tpumpkinduo]

tbh i do think the way you interact w fanbase can be and often is political. i do think you should unpack why you think certain things. i do think you should confront why you either ignore or objectify or treat poc like abusers. i do think you should look into why you can't bother to care about women characters. like i do think that matters lmao lol lmao. it's not raining on anyone's parade to rightfully point that out.

[muses-inn]

[👣] "What do you give me that bedazzled, stupid look for?! Did you think the Shredder, the greatest Ninja of all time, couldn't do something as simple as baking cookies?! I am a man of many talents, you ridiculous fool!!" The cookies look indeed flawless.

[thethndr]

@hamadaxfighter said " Oh... so, you're, like... REAL. Honestly, I just thought I fell and hit my head REALLY hard. Again. Last time an inanimate object talked to me, I think I had a fever or something. " ( because you liked for a random inbox Hiro ! * hope this is okay !)

— ⚡︎ "INANIMATE OBJECT? Yeesh, kid." Chick had been called A LOT of things, but that one possibly took the cake just because of the absurdity of it. He lightly tapped a tire on the ground. Did he really look inanimate...?

— ⚡︎ "THAT'S REAL CUTE 'n all, coming from a walking meat-stick. Now what other FLESHY ABOMINATION do I have to talk to so that I can RETURN ya?" He wasn't in the mood for babysitting.

[estarion]

i have no words, @fallesto ( cont. )

“gods, stop being so dramatic.” he nudges bottle after bottle from the path he walks—an unnecessarily long, stained, red carpet path—that leads towards regulus. his fallen majesty. better known in astarion’s heart as the stupid, useless, little idiot. “is all of this,” his hand moves in a grand sweep across the scene, reeking of untold nights of neglect and despair. “for me? because of me? darling, why did you not say so sooner?”

he drops to a knee, fingers clasping regulus’ shiny new murder piece. he caresses the weapon, the hand that holds it, and smiles. “you know i’m a sucker for those bad bitches, baby…” he peers deeply into wicked yellow eyes. meld their gazes and you have the most vile, twisted orange. shiver! “and you, regulus, have always been the baddest bitch. take me back. please, say you will. i’ve missed you. seeing you so lost and dejected is a violation of my rights.”

[shitpostingkats]

What ships do you have for Yu-Gi-Oh! male leads and the Yu-Gi-Oh! series you have seen?

For most of the main characters, I don't really have any ships! Not opposed to an idea of any of them in relationships, but one of the reasons I got into yugioh was the lack of romantic subplots. This being said, I am an utter fiend for starshipping (Jaden x Yusei)

They're two of the most ace aro idiots of all time how are they dating no one knows it doesn't even look like a relationship to most people, but they know each others demons they are foils they are soulmates.... I will yell about this to my dying day. I have an entire aspec romance novel sitting uncompleted in my drafts about this. They just get eachother despite being completely different breeds of people.

Also Jesse having a crush on Jaden and having to get over it and settle into this completely anormative chaos relationship where they're soulmates who aren't dating but are each others' Most Important Person.... Yubel accepting and loving Jaden just the way they are now regardless of promises made in the past.... I see a queerplatonic ship and I go "Mh yes delicious."

[loosingmoreletters]

full confession I don't think even 30 chapters are gonna cut it for patching the road. they keep fucking derailing the plot.

[reactionimagesdaily]

[nightfaith]

club

@onlyathief - sinday prompts! - accepting!

They'd gone out with no plan other than to get lost in a sea of writhing bodies. A distraction in dark times. The thought that they might end up in this position had never crossed Kurt's mind, but - oh, he was hardly complaining.

Between sharing drinks and the both of them failing to find other dance partners that caught their eyes, or perhaps the simple gravity of the music itself dragging their bodies together on the dance floor, Kurt and Remy had ended up in the center with nearly no space between them. Remy's hands rested on the sinful swivel of Kurt's crop-top and low-hanging shorts exposed hips, golden eyes upturned and bright with something hungry for something unspoken in words.

The thump of the bass had Kurt's own hands traveling, one on a hip and the other tugging at the hair at the base of Remy's skull as if seeking to expose the vulnerable expanse of his throat and succeeding. The beat, the lyrics, they had Kurt's tail wrapped around the other man's waist both to keep him close, and to make it easier to slide down, down, down between them and none too innocently grazing over something deliciously sinful.

Their bodies ground together like this through one song flowing into the next, and then the tone shifted further. Kurt dropped nearly to his knees in front of Remy, nose pressing from his thigh and following a line upward toward -

His path diverted, and when Kurt stretched like a cat back to his full height, he was grinning widely with a stolen card - the King of Hearts - trapped between his teeth. Twisting fluidly, Kurt pushed himself back-to-chest with his dance partner and dragged those wandering hands back to the exposed fur of his waist and pressed himself back against a problem that had clearly escalated with these motions. The grinding turned more smug, more knowing, and Kurt's tail went back to play, this time teasing the hem of the other man's underwear.

Shocking though it was to end up in this position together, well... "You make a wonderful partner for dirty dancing, I must say..." The words came out breathless, barely audible over the music, though exposing the live-wire of his own arousal nonetheless. "Don't stop."

[magnusmodig]

the royal treatment / @divinityrisen / ACCEPTING !

╰┈➤ “You might have to ask yourself, however right your claim is, if you are the leader the realm needs and wants.” ( from sif! )

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 many things in thor's life which in some way , shape , form or fashion were preordained. schedules and appearances , suitors and alliances , treaties and sometimes even wars. of course , it was not in thor's nature to oft pursue the guiles of the fates. the winds DID NOT BOW to the mountainside , and neither did the rains flow down the sheer cliff's face beyond the paths of the rivulet's OWN MAKING.

but chief amongst that which was preordained was the nature of thor's very blood that flowed through his veins ; THOR'S BIRTHRIGHT. and so , as he stood at the newest precipice of asgard's history , so it was that storm sovereign found in his nature a stirring battle , and A GREAT RECKONING.

he knew better than ALL that the summons of the all - father was not a right one might FORFEIT. yet the throne forfeit the right of claim to one's own heart. this , a HARSH REALITY father had tirelessly conveyed from thor's youngest age. to hear its long shadow pass from the lips of she whom thor so greatly admired brought with it a deeply-rooted TENSION to knot his shoulders taught , and a frown form and to furrow his brow.

alas , for as much as the words were an ARROW whose wound may cut to the quick , it was the sentiment behind it that aimed true. mortals would name it thus : TOUGH LOVE. as it was from lady sif , thor considered the words for the purpose with which they were meant : as wise counsel . . .

. . . the consideration did not put thor's mind at ease. nor his own nerves as static bristled around the curl of his fingers. the flat of his palm passed idly over the palace bannister. ❝  indeed , so that may be true. ❞

a pause. cerulean gaze greyed as it fell from heavens above and dragged towards his companion , burning with question : what sort of heir was he in her eyes ?

to ask something so brazen so CANDIDLY was a battle all its own. ( not to mention an unnecessary blight upon his friend's conscience. ) and so as swiftly as the notion dared surface , so too was it swathed behind his own careful efface of his forlorn expressions , and buried beneath the dip of his gaze to somewhere just offset sif's chin.

❝  . . . i only question the wisdom of such HASTE, ❞ he admitted around the sudden stone in his throat. ❝ it was my own foolishness which opened the nine realms to the floodgates of such chaos. certainly i speak for their good in my hesitation. ❞

[toastysol]

Shoutout to all ships that aren't romantic, aren't sexual, and aren't platonic but are a secret fourth thing that has no name. Gotta be one of my favorites

[dutifulsilence]

ooc ; long overdue verses post. I've been meaning to put this together since I started this blog and just never really got around to it.

( * ) denotes exclusive verse

LIGHT GUIDE ME  — v ; light guide me and fine me [totk]

Main verse, when I actually feel like tagging it. Takes place ambiguously during the events of TotK to the point where I have reached in the game - Link does not have the Master Sword, has not beaten all the shrines, and certainly has not defeated Ganondorf.

FELL APART  — v ; before it all fell apart [pre-calamity]

Verse for any threads set prior to the events of BotW - this can include AU verses, Age of Calamity verses, or general threads set during Link's childhood and training years. Note: Link may make frequent reference to his best friend, Greis - his info is listed under the "other info" section of my pinned.

WITHOUT SOUND  — v ; a world without sound [botw]

Verse tag for any general BotW threads or threads set between BotW and TotK.

ANCIENT ROADS  — v ; and i walk ancient roads [ancient hyrule]

Verse for role-swaps where Link falls into the past, general ancient verse, etc, etc.

GERUDO'S SON — v ; fate bears down on a desert's son [ gerudo au ]

AU in which Link was taken in and raised by a Gerudo woman at Kara Kara bazaar after he was orphaned during a trip with his father. Link grew up training with the guards stationed at the bazaar and was nearby when Princess Zelda was attacked by Yiga - his act would lead him to become the Hylian Champion, despite his adoption into the Gerudo clan. Events of BotW will still affect him the same way.

TWIN AU — v ; two sides of courage [ twin au ] * Exclusive to @ gloryseized

Verse where two Heroes were born - twins Rin (dutifulsilence) and Shion (gloryseized). Inseparable, the twins were both named Champions, both protected the Princess, and both were placed in the Shrine of Resurrection to later defeat the Calamity together. When the Upheaval struck, both were struck heavy blows to their sword-arms; Shion would receive Rauru's arm, where Rin seemed to have come off lucky - until they discovered Ganondorf's gloom was slowly corrupting Rin from the inside out.

CORRUPTION AU — v ; how hard this hero's fallen [ corruption au ]

General tag for any and all threads in which Link becomes fully corrupted by the gloom in his body and falls under Ganondorf's power. Specific plots with specific muses may get a secondary verse tag.

OLD TOWN ROAD — v ; to the old town road [modern au]

Modern day verse, where Link is a student at Hyrule University, majoring in engineering with a minor in ancient Hyrulean history. He works part time as a cook in a family restaurant, though he is fairly well-known for his cooking videos on TikTok.

[muses-inn]

[🌐] The street market was crowded with people. It was noisy, the air filled with a mix of scents from the food trucks stationed everywhere. Food, drinks, clothes, jewelry, bags, and all kinds of trinkets were being sold by different vendors along the street.

John wasn’t there to buy or eat anything, though. No, he was on patrol.

Oh, he was offered a day off for the holidays already months ago, but he refused. To his wife, Damara, he just said they were understaffed again and that he was called in.

“Hey, it’s gonna be alright. Just buy Dylan a gift from my paycheck, okay? I don’t care what it is, as long as you don’t get him another soldier.”

The thought alone of spending the holidays with his family made him already uncomfortable. Antsy. The very idea of sharing an exuberant dinner, giving gifts, and watching sappy shows on TV... he couldn’t enjoy any of it. Not without a lingering sense of dread, as though the peace and quiet were too good to be true, and he had to reach for his rifle at any moment.

He tried to play along during the previous holidays, for the first time in five years. For Damara’s and Dylan’s sake. He really tried. But the atmosphere had been tense. He was constantly on edge, Damara had been nervous too, and Dylan... Dylan had been scared.

He wasn't cut out for it. And he definitely didn't want to put his family through anything like that again.

But as he patrolled the market, John hardly paid attention to anything around him. The truth was, he didn’t want to be there, and he didn’t want to be home either.

Some asshole could have shot him dead that night for all he cared.

But much to his dismay, nothing happened. Little did he know then that he would soon wish for those uneventful nights to return...

[thethndr]

@aslyfcx from IRON GIANT STARTERS (still accepting) “I mean, what am I? A junkman who makes art or an artist who sells junk? You tell me.”

OH, GOODIE — it was perhaps one of the few brands of attention that Chick actually made a point to avoid; salespersons. Did Chick really look like such LOW-HANGING fruit to be accosted by STREET peddlers?

— ⚡︎ "LOOK, BUDDY — as far as I'm concerned, if it doesn't have my face on it, it's ALL junk to me." A tire lazily gestured to the display of merchandise. "I MEAN REALLY. Come on — you tell me what use a car's got for a bedazzled back massager."

A PAUSE...

— ⚡︎ "ACTUALLY, hold up — I'll take a look at those fuzzy dice."

[estarion]

@swordduels ; in regard to some drama @fallesto started ??

he's just as confused about why he is here as she must be.  ‘‘i'm really not sure;  likely, it's the ugliest, most stupid, loud, and aggravating one of the lot...’’ you know what?  he should just leave.  let regulus burn! or drown. the woman's obviously too busy to be dealing with this shit.  or very recently got done being busy... hmm.  he’s not staring… too much.  astarion can only wonder at whatever it was regulus did to piss this one off.

‘‘do you think i might have a cheeky look about?  an idiot that owes me a lot was reported to have come here, and … changed form, apparently.  does that sound familiar, or have i been fed the wrong information?’’ honestly, she can just lie. he won't press. he was never counting on regulus to come through for him anyway. he will walk away happily right now and leave the pompous bastard to meet whatever grisly fate awaits him. he holds no doubt that the other will have deserved it.

[muse-inn]

[🩸] The oozing red creature remains unmoving, unwavering at the offered soda can. Blood-red body fluids drip from all the thin tentacles attached to the walls and the ceiling, keeping the long strand of pulsing flesh and monstrous mouths up and bent forwards, like an alerted snake. It isn't sure what to do. Never before has it encountered a human that would behave in such a way. Every human so far would either scream in fear and run away, or scream in rage and try to hurt the coiling entity. But not this one. This human doesn't scream, it doesn't shout, nor does it hectically shake its arms around. It doesn't try to run either. It just stands there, holding out a can. After a moment of unnerving silence, the creature finally inches forward, but slowly and cautiously. The stench of rotting flesh is ubiquitous as it comes mouths to face with the much shorter human. It growls and bares its many enormous sharp teeth, as if to say 'don't mess with me'. Then, one single tentacle flicks forward to grab the soda can and snatch it out of the human's hand. The pulsing creature moves back again, faster this time to gain distance once more. The coiling tentacle stuffs the soda can into the tallest of its many maws. Because consuming is all it knows to do, all it ever does. And somehow, so it appears at least, it caught on the offering. It chews the aluminum effortlessly and a tingling sweet liquid pours out of the now-flattened can. The creature never tasted something like that before. The liquid itself doesn't offer many digestible carbohydrates though, and the can is inedible. The carbonic acid elicits a disgusting deep belch from the creature before it just spits out the chewed-up and empty soda can like a projectile...