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[bigfatbreak]

Did Felix try to sound like their mom on purpose or was that just complete coincidence?

coincidence! Felix has a vague "mom-tone" to everything they do. Over the phone, the resemblance is uncanny.

[kedreeva]

#oh help I can NOT let my autism for genetic crossbreeding and my autism for birds comingle it will ruin my life and my bank account (via @an-droid-girl)

What you want instead of peafowl is QUAIL! Specifically coturnix quail.

Their caging can be cheap (stack of shelves off marketplace or craigslist, grab some $20 used guinea pig cages from the same, a bag of shavings, and 3d print a soda bottle base for a waterer at a library or whatever and you're in business), their care is easy (heat lamp for 1-2 weeks when young + grind food smaller the first 3-4 days, food and water and clean cage as adults), they're cold hardy so as long as they're protected from winds they're fine outside but if you don't mind the dust a few can be kept inside, and they come in dozens and dozens of color and pattern combos.

Plus, you fresh eggs for eating, and fresh meat if it's your thing. The birds are generally pretty easy to sell (I can't hold onto mine long anymore, they get snapped up pretty immediately) when you don't want ones anymore so you don't really have to hold onto ones you don't want. The eggs are the easiest eggs in the world to hatch, any incubator will do it. That's the only expensive part of it, getting an incubator you don't have to fuss with constantly, but even those you can sometimes find used online.

But they're cute and they're small and they have tons of genetics to fuss with! If your brain, like mine, goes brrrrr over birds and genetics, get some quail! You will LOVE it!

[bigfatbreak]

"How does someone who isn't in my contacts knows my number?" Are there no scam callers/telemarketers in France? Or did Tomoe luck out and haven't encountered one yet?

tomoe has too much money to get scam calls.

[atlaculture]

Culturally Inspired Fanart

Hey everyone! A follower of mine is working on an essay showcasing how Avatar's popularity has led to an increased interest in Indigenous cultures. Could you guys link your favorite culturally inspired Water Tribe fanart? You can link the fanart in the comments or reblogs of this post. ^_^

[kotaromita]

as much as i love boba tea i would recommend eating more than one meal a day. broken heart emoji i know

i was drafting a post that said “a single boba tea can replace up to two meals if you are pure of heart” and the reason i didn’t post it is because as i was typing those words i got so dizzy i felt like i was being abducted by aliens

[yanderefarm]

nah bunny im 100% with you on it give us cheating!!!!

-🦊

imagine ajax or achilles in an unhappy straight marriage where they're forced to be dominant and masculine

but then they meet you and god they just can't help themselves.... they're sneaking away from their wives begging for your dick at every opportunity.

fucking them stupid in the bed they share with her, making them cum their brains out all over the sheets so they have to change them quickly before she gets home.

making them answer her calls while you're drilling into them. maybe their wife starts to suspect but she never assumed it's with a man because her husband is so dominant and masculine who would ever suspect he's stealing her underwear and begging for your cock to stuff his greddy holes

[bunabi]

can we hear more about virelle and cillian? :')

YES

They first met at an Arlathvhen a long time ago. They're both superfans of the Emerald Knights. They have similar personalities. And he's one of like three people in Skyhold who can survive a sparring session with her favorite sword. Their clans have historically never been on great terms, but they get along great.

They're good for each other! When she starts suffering burnout & the Anchor eats her arm in the years leading up to Trespasser he's there to support her.

[tashacee]

you told me to send an ask on tumblr about bean and the hero's aspect so here i am i'd love to see what you do with that

the poor bean is NOT gonna be happy

Aspects of a Bean

(Written for the @lu-community-write-a-thon)

Link put on the Hero’s Aspect once.

Just once.

He was too nervous when he first got it. He was on his journey and busy and he wasn’t sure what it did and it all seemed like too much. Even after his journey he let it sit in his slate. The note said that it contained the soul of a pat Hero! He couldn’t just throw it on like a casual party outfit!

But…

One day. One day long after it was over, when Hyrule was at peace and he didn’t have to fight every day…

One day. Curiosity got the better of him and he locked the door of his little hut on the plateau and shooed out all but the most resolved of cats (Mr Tubbs), and he pulled out the Aspect’s Belt.

It was beautiful. The carving of the jade, the intricate ceramics, the enamel- it was an incredible artefact and honestly, should probably be preserved for all of Hyrule to see. Zelda would like to see it, he was sure, to examine it. He just… hadn’t told her about it.

He wasn’t sure why. It felt private, somehow, in some way that he couldn’t quite articulate. He carefully clipped the belt around his waist.

The change was immediate. One moment he was himself, small and nervous, in thick, loose clothes and a big, tight, mask, and the next-

Oh no. Oh nonono, this was not good. This was bad. Wild didn’t like this, didn’t like it at all-

He reached for his belt, determined to take it off immediately, but before he could, something opened up underneath him, and the world went dark around him, swallowing him whole.

-

“Monster, five o’clock!”

Warriors jumped at Legend’s shout, looking around as he drew his sword. They had just been out getting some firewood but this was not anywhere familiar to them, and none of them trusted the apparent peace of their surroundings. These woods were too calm, too pleasant. There had to be a monster camp around here somewhere, the Chain simply didn’t get lucky like this.

And sure enough, there it was. Two days of peace in an attempt to lull them into a false sense of security, no doubt, but now Warriors could see it. A huge, hiking beast, kind of like some of the moblins they had, but also totally unfamiliar to him. He could just see it through the trees, its strange, twisted body, its long snout. It had fur in a few, uneven patches, but most of its body seemd covered in thick, mottled scars. Clearly this beast had been in no small number of fights, then.

Warriors switched to his bow and drew it.

The creature jolted, one remaining ear twitching towards the sound of the veteran’s shout as it turned to face them.

Warriors loosed his arrow. It whizzed past the creature, just missing its head as he got a good look at its face.

Hylia above. To say that the thing had been in a few fights was an understatement. If the rest of its body was twisted with scars, its face was destroyed. Half of its snout was gone, long, sharp fangs exposed to the world, its red mane not growing at all around its ruined left ear, its eye permanently narrowed  by the misshaping of its skin.

Warriors had never seen a monster so badly scarred. Monsters weren’t usually keen on healing and care for their wounded - that this one had lived-

The creature shrieked and stumbled backwards, landing hard on its rump and scrambling away from them, eyes wide and wild. 

The four of them advanced, but something about this didn’t feel right. What kind of monster fell over instead of fighting? What kind of monster tried to flee?

Wars slung his bow back over his back and drew his sword once more, moving forwards.

The creature let out a small bark and - and reached up, trying to? To - to cover its face? Its maw? And it scrambled up. It had long legs and a damn tail, so when it tried it could move fast. In an instant it had turned and dashed off, vanishing into the forest.

Warriors held out a hand, stopping his brothers from chasing after it.

“What the hell, Cap?” Legend grumbled.

Wars shook his head. “It-” he broke off, staring at where the creature had vanished. “It’s not a monster. I don’t think. It was scared.”

Four nodded along. “It had blue eyes, not red.” he added. “And it wasn’t armed. It seemed as surprised to see us as we were to see it.”

Warriors hummed, but before he could speak was interrupted by a sound from behind him, where Sky had been standing.

“Uh… guys?” he said softly. He had drawn the master sword and had turned his head down towards its blade. “I- yeah. Warriors is right.” Slowly, he re-sheathed his sword, turning towards them and holding out his right hand. It was already badly scarred with lightning burns, but there was a fresh injury on his palm, lightly pink with the shape of diamonds pressed into it. The shape of the decorations on the Master Sword’s hilt.

“He’s not a monster.” Sky continued. He couldn’t look at them, blind as he was, but he was turned to them with an intensity all the same. “He’s one of us. He’s a Link.”

-

Needless to say, they all felt sick that they had mistaken a new brother for a monster. At first Warriors had tried to run after him, but he was already long gone and likely wouldn;t take kindly to being chased again so soon after they had literally tried to shoot him.

Warriors felt awful about that.

So instead, they headed back to camp with the news that they had found a new brother, and that he looked… less than hylian and that they may have tried to attack him as a monster.

Poor guy.

Warriors couldn’t get his face out of his head. That gaping maw, the twisted eye, the burns the whole way across his body. How could anyone live through something like that? How could someone live with scars that bad - they must have pulled and ached almost constantly. And then how he had tried to cover himself before fleeing.

Warriors felt awful. He hoped that he could get a chance to apologise. The guy clearly had been through a lot.

They ended up using Sky’s dowsing ability to search for him. They may not have had anything belonging to him but he bore the spirit of courage, and it was easy enough to search for that.

Well.

Easy enough to search.

Not easy enough to find though.

Warriors was honestly impressed. The guy had to have been seven feet tall and he had a tail. How he had managed to avoid being found for so long was no mean feat.

But of course, they did find him. In the end. He was a big guy, and once they started to find the broken plants and crushed grass where he had run through, they knew that they were on the right track. And then when they found the fallen tree, hollowed out by age, when they heard the soft, terrified sobs, they knew that they were in the right place.

The Chain stopped and exchanged glances, unsure of what to do. Only the original four had actually seen him, but they didn’t exactly seem like the ideal people to go and talk to him right now. Twi was probably the most outgoing but he relied on sign and they didn’t know if the guy would be facing them or if he even knew Hylian sign to begin with.

Wind was an absolute no-go. He meant well, but he was thirteen, and sometimes said the dumbest shit.

Time sighed and knelt, taking off his sword and setting it aside before crawling closer to the hollow.

“Hello?” he called gently. “So, funny story. My name’s Link. And so are all of my companions. And I think you might be too. Can I come in and talk?”

Warriors was standing only a little behind Time, and could just about see into the darkness of the log. To the huddled, shaking figure, curled up in a ball and facing away from them. It - he - keened, shivering all over, and Time raked a hand through his hair.

“I-” he said. “I know you had a bad experience earlier. My brothers- they made a terrible mistake. And they’re sorry. They’re right here, and-”

Another keen, this one in terror. Warriors felt his stomach lurch, and before he knew what he was doing, he had knelt beside Time, peering in.

“I-” he said. “I was the one who shot at you.” he could feel the guilt pool in his gut as he said it, could see his new brother freeze in place. “I- I dshouldn’t have. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry, Link. I can never take it back, but- but I want to help.”

He took a shuddering breath, and then in a moment of inspiration, began to unwind his scarf. The man - the boy? - in front of him was hardly clothed, but judging by his reaction, this was not his preferred state. He must have been brought here unawares, and Warriors wouldn’t have that.

“I- I’ve got a scarf. I’m holding it out, right behind you. If you reach back you can grab it, use it to - um. Whatever you want.”

The boy took a deep breath, then another. He was still trembling, but now a single, clawed hand reached around, feeling for the scarf. When he found it he snatched it away, pulling it around to his front.

It took a few minutes for him to wrap it around himself. Warriors was glad of how big his scarf was in this moment, because the poor guy seemed to not know what he wanted to cover the most. His head and face was his first attempt, but then as he made to turn he glanced down and saw his ruined torso and whined again, pulling at the cloth of the scarf to try and make it somehow bigger.

“Oh!” Time gasped. “Oh, right - here! Take my cloak! You can use it to cover yourself too!”

Sky gasped where he stood, understanding what was going on. “You can take my sailcloth too! Maybe that can help?”

Before long they had all donated something. The new Link seemed more than a little surprised to suddenly have so many lengths of fabric and spare garments thrust at him, but he didn’t protest. Within a few minutes he was wrapped up in a bizarre myriad of cloths and fully covered, and only then did he turn to face them. Only his teary eyes and long red hair were visible and he still seemed to shrink in on himself, drawing his arms in close, tucking his tail in around his legs. Warriors felt his heart break.

“Hi, Link.” He said, his voice maybe a little hoarse. “I’m Link, but I go by Warriors. We’re gonna look out for you now. It’s gonna be okay.”

-

Wild, as they named their brother, was a gentle, kind boy. He was nervous around others, and though some of that was due to being the only… whatever he was … in a world of hylians, the Chain could tell that most of it was due to whatever incident in his past had left him so badly scarred. They never mentioned it, of course, and instead welcomed him in with open arms. He was their brother, after all, and they loved him.

He laughed with them. He fought with them. He turned out to be an amazing cook and took over the making of meals each night, which no one complained about. 

He didn’t have to go along in an outfit made of scarves for long. Time had a few spare clothes that only took a little altering to fit him, and he didn’t mind that they made them loose. Hyrule wove together some dried grasses to make a mask that could cover the hole in his cheek and offered him a bag of salves for his scars. And then when they went to Ordon, Uli specifically tailored several outfits for him, much to his embarrassment and very obvious joy. They all knew by then that Wild loved pretty things, after all.

And little by little, he opened up to them. They couldn’t really communicate easily, not with the language barrier between their signs, but they made it work. They got to know him. They came to love him. Not just as their brother in courage, but as himself. As Wild. As Link.

And more than that - Wild surprised himself one day by realising that he loved them too. He trusted them too.

That they were a family, and somehow, wonderfully-

He was alright with that.

[faernwei]

this is about trauma. the body does remember trauma. it’s the trauma response, even when your body and mind forces to forget. it’s anxiety, the fear of fear. they’re selling a product that was invented by the human body/mind to be able to cope, but it doesn’t heal you. it only screens for a while, until everything inevitably (when left untreated, or here forced by their hand) comes tumbling down

no dentist's office. no writing christmas cards. no taking flights. a world where every pain or minor annoyance is dismissed as your consciousness is replaced with a different version of you. a life without pain, or agitation, or monotony. and conversely, a life full of only that for every version of you who experiences the chores you wished to evade.

forget skipping work or school or birth. try everything. never experience anything that expires a negative emotion. the ideal consciousness sold as a product for the price of a version of you that you'll never meet.

but it doesn't matter. you carry the hurt down with you. in your hands, in your mind, your mouth. the grief mark experiences carried into his innie, gemma feeling the pain she experienced in the rooms even after she's been severed.

it doesn't matter. you carry it with you.

[nights-at-crystarium]

Counterpoint to 1: buh but his outfits!!

I think I trapped myself in a conundrum that can't be solved oh nooooo. But you'll definitely see more of his glorious bod which rivals the flatness of a pancake.

2: that's also on the menu, I've got you covered \o/

[amnesiaguy]

wow I sure would like to know what everyone is up to tonight, let me just log on -

(thanks tumblr 💀)

wasnt a glitch. i really felt the spirit of that post to an obscene degree and one reblog didnt. cut it

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Can I please get an imagine being Dr. Robby gf/wife and having a period and bad cramps and him just taking care of you

Literally have my period right now nonnie and i need this man lol

"The heck are you doing?"

"The heck does it look like?" You bat back, leaning back from the fridge. "I'm gonna make dinner."

"I told you I would handle dinner tonight."

"Well, you've been running errands all day and I'm hungry now."

"Which is why I got takeout—Put those away," Robby waves at the few ingredients on the counter. You arch a brow, eyeing the bags that he sets down on your table.

"What'd you get?" You ask, nodding toward it.

"Chinese. Beef and broccoli, cashew chicken, fried dumplings."

"Crab rangoon?"

"You really think I'd let myself come home without crab rangoon?" He teases, crossing the kitchen. "It's like you don't know me at all."

You grin as he cups your cheeks, drawing you in for a warm kiss. You wince halfway through it, the cramping in your belly making your face twist as you lean back.

"You take anything yet?" Robby asks knowingly. You don't bother to ask how he knows. You don't think that he's actively tracking your cycle, but you wouldn't put it past him; even if he isn't, he's an observant guy.

"Is that why you got half of the food you got?" You counter.

"You need iron right now. You'll feel better." He pinches your cheek before turning away to unpack the food. "So?"

"No. I wanted to eat something first."

"Spoonful of peanut butter, wash it down with one of your protein shakes."

"Now?"

"Next time. If you have it now, you'll spoil your dinner."

You roll your eyes, fighting back a smile as you load the ingredients that you took out back into the fridge.

--

"Put the sponge down."

"There isn't much to wash."

"So I'll do it, go relax."

"Robby," You warn, turning to face him. "Just 'cause I'm bleeding—"

"I know you're perfectly capable," He soothes before you can get too riled. "I also know that you've been on your feet for twelve hours, and I had the day off. Go watch something, read something, whatever. Put your feet up. I've got these."

You consider him for a moment before you reach up, hooking your hands in his hoodie and tugging him in for a kiss. You feel the soft turn-up of his smile against his lips, his hands settling on your hips. He gives them a gentle squeeze before he uses the hold to nudge you away from the sink with a murmur of, "Go on."

--

"Incoming."

"Mm?" You let your eyes stray from the tv, shifting slightly from where you've laid down on the couch, tucked in with a sleeping pad and a cozy blanket. You smile when an iced cream sandwich is lowered into your view. You take it with an excited little wiggle, and lean back as Robby drops a kiss to the top of your head.

You tip your head back further as he leans away.

"Where were you hiding this?"

"Picked it up while I was out."

"You sneak."

"There's a fresh bag of peanut butter cups in the cabinet."

"Careful, Michael. Keep this up and I'm gonna be tempted to put a ring on it."

[quinngefail]

i’m sorry for looking into BOTH of chainshippings tiny evil eyes without permission!!! next it’s the whole squad ganging up on me… send thoughts and prayers i’m gonna wake up with a bone saw at my doorstep tomorrow

Oh n

[yanderefarm]

Making the wives fuck eachother but they don't know how to because they're so used to only getting dominated by you and so you gotta punish them for not being helpful wives to one another.

Or something

-🐕‍🦺

ares is the really bad problem child who refuses to get along with anyone. i think only rewarding him with attention if he can be nice to the other wives is so good.

ares glaring at and degrading nephite or silvan for being weaker and commoners while he's forced to touch them...

emil isn't as bad he's definitely more slutty in that setting. like he'll be a good little whore and makeout with everyone you want him to but he can be mean to them too

i think the problem children for the other set is probably phillip and amias

like phillip is also bitchy and extremely hostile to everyone. degrading noemie and elias for cumming fast and being little sluts....

amias meanwhile would be good at pretending to get along with the others until seven tries to top him and he finds it insufferable and he wants him to die.

none of them are good at topping except like maybe ajax but i think he'd get too excited and be distracted by you the whole time.

[fyeahsonicthehedgehog]

SHADOW :D