#ALSO also also

[azukisprouts]

asajksjdjkksjdkk DEAD PLATE

Full painting under the cut!

I am. so normal about these three.

[turtleblogatlast]

Imo the most impressive thing Leo’s done is hold this pose for as long as he did while covered head to toe in gold paint:

[puddleofpins]

I’m not exactly a huge fan of Hazbin Hotel, because I don’t really like the creator, though there are some aspects to the show that I like.

I’ve seen the whole show along with most of Helluva Boss, but now a question has been tugging at my mind like crazy:

If Vivziepop uses biblical/traditional Ars Goetia names for demons (Ozmodeus, Mammon, Belphegor, Beelzebub, including Lucifer, a fallen Angel), why is she using nontraditional/non-biblical names for the angels?

Like why is a high-level angel given such a commonly used human name(Emily)? Ooh sure Sera being a Seraphim is sooooo clever /sarcasm

I can’t tell if this is implying that the highest-ranking/or Biblical angels are missing/absent like god is or if the show is just that uninspired? Like is this intentional that none of the angels have actual angel names???

[athena-xox]

If I were to make a roleplaying server (I have one basically set up rn, that I was helping someone else with cause of the locations n stuff which is my expertise but now I’m in ownership of the server) would any mutuals be interested?

I’m planning on having it take place their third year (the year after all specials, so mostly free reign) and have it be super canon compliant / lore inclusive. Just meaning including all the different forms of lore.

If you don’t know it that’s fine you just have to be willing to learn (all the resources are basically free (cough cough pirated)) and I’ll also explain it in the server if you don’t want to read all the books diaries etc. I’ll just ask that if you’re character is the mc of those books that you’ll have to read them

If you’ve never done roleplay on discord before that’s fine, I just joined one last month and it’s not hard. You just have to be a good writer/know your character

If you’d be interested lmk. Also if you want to be a mod and help come up with stories to

[codemonki]

Martin Phoenix with Peter Gant

[uniquevoidflowers]

ROYAL LINK AU UPDATE? Yeah :D

The names you'll hear for the Kokiri are generated names from this generator:

Word count: 4299 (it would've been longer but I wanted the ending to be sort of a cliffhanger >:))

TW: Injury (and there's a description of Legend like, coughing for a while and a memory of being deathly sick as a child idk)

“How do I even find the rest of the heroes?” Legend asked, sitting at the desk in his room with furrowed brows.

“I suggest looking through the ancient texts; they may be of use,” Fi suggested.

“You don’t know?”

“Correct. Though I have more knowledge than others, it will never be enough to fully understand every step along this path that the Goddesses entrust to us, especially when they are vague with us. Follow me to the library, there’s a section that holds the royal texts. Search for any books speaking of heroes.”

Legend obliged, going to the library and letting Fi lead him to a section, hidden behind a row of bookshelves. Once Fi pulled a lever, it revealed a large section of more bookshelves but they were dusty and the books looked older. Fi held it open, nodding to the books and Legend stepped closer, pulling one out of its spot on the shelf. Dust filled his nostrils and he coughed, wiping away the remaining on the book. The book itself had a forest green colour, and the title was fading, but it read, A Guide To The Lost Woods.

Though it seemed interesting it said nothing about heroes so he slid it back into the shelf. He searched through various titles, each intriguing him and he vowed to come back once this was all finished and read them. Eventually, he pulled out a title that read, The Heroes of Hyrule.

Brightening, he flipped to the first page and saw a table of contents.

Introduction Page 1

Hero of Time Page 16

Hero of Legend Page 39

Hero of the Skies Page 45

Hero of Winds Page 56

Hero of Warriors Page 69

Hero of Hyrule Page 80

Hero of the Four Sword (See separate in Additional Notes) Page 90

Hero of the Wilds Page 101

Hero of Twilight Page 119

Hero of Spirits Page 134

Additional Notes Page 143

What they fought against Page 150

Conclusion Page 158

These titles sounded familiar. His name, his friends names, even his Dad’s name sounded like the titles of the heroes listed. He began to read, taking in the information that poured out of text on pages, words coming to life in his mind.

He was able to imagine The Hero of Time, a one-eyed terror, wielding a heavy sword with both his hands and a royal blue ocarina on his belt.

He was able to imagine the Hero of Legend, his endless arsenal and experience as his tools, and his eyes a piercing violet.

He was able to imagine the Hero of the Skies, white sailcloth draped against his back, and a fabled divine sword glowing valiantly in his hands, and his expression written with the fury and wrath that would terrify any living being.

The Hero of Winds, a young spirit, able to call upon the winds with a silver baton and sweep away any foe that dared to underestimate him for his size.

The Hero of Warriors, a captain, his skills to lead and strategize said to outmatch any other, a blue scarf nestled around his neck, a promise of protection.

The Hero of Hyrule, a survivalist, powerful spells at his fingertips, from fire, to healing, to even fearsome lightning, green tunic said to strike fear at the mere sight of it.

Hero of the Four Sword, his knowledge in forging led him to make grand weapons that would harm even the most shielded of enemies, and his ability to split into four warriors that wielded the same skill as him, led him to be respected by the kingdom, patterns in clothing took his adaptation of a multi-coloured tunic, said to represent his four split selves.

Hero of Wilds, wearing a blue tunic of a champion, said to be the most unpredictable, moves so wild and reckless that he took any opponent off guard, and managed to atone for a past failure, escaping death to defeat the beast that plagued his kingdom.

Hero of Twilight, a blue-eyed Divine Beast, able to take the form of a mighty wolf and take down his enemies with sharp claws and vigorous jaw, along with the brute strength by his mere fists.

Hero of Spirits, the proud descendant of the Hero of Winds, who could harness trains and tracks like no other, and play lovely instruments that allegedly brought tears to a listener’s eyes...He could also see spirits and connect with them.

He couldn’t ever imagine being like them. They all seemed so powerful and ruthless, when he couldn’t even get to his mother in time to save her from a dagger, when it took him so long to find out his destiny. “Your Highness?” Fi’s voice rang and he looked over, startled.

“Yes?”

“You seem to be conflicted. Can you recount what you have found if it is relevant to our current task?”

Oh. Right. He cleared his throat, “Yeah, sorry. Each hero either found or forged their swords, but they always had to earn them unlike I just did, so there’s no way that will be of our help. The book does say how they became heroes, but it never mentions a clear way to find them.”

“Hm,” Fi hummed, looking in thought. “We must search more, then.”

Master.

Legend jumped out of his skin at the sudden voice from earlier. Fi noticed and furrowed her eyebrows.

Do not concern yourself with the other heroes. It is up to them to hear the call of a sword. Now that you know which you are, focus on training instead until the next hero is unveiled from their slumber. Most of them are right under your gaze, Master, but that is all I am permitted to say.

How do I train?

Seek the guidance of a someone who has walked this planet for thousands, and thousands of years. Seek the guidance of a someone who was a mentor, and responsible for time unravelling and splitting before his very feet.

That’s vague, Holy Hylia.

I do not have very much I can share with you, because you must prove your worth and weave the path by your own strength. If you believe you can take on the Servants of Demise and rescue whom you have lost, you must show me you have the skill to reach such a goal.

Fine, fine.

He told Fi of what he just learned, and she nodded, taking all of it in. Her face began to darken. “I believe we should look in the country of Lost Woods. It holds legends of once immortal children and other creatures lurking there, though now it is said that they died out or lost their immortality to time but...it is our best chance.”

Legend drew in a deep breath. “Yeah, okay. I’ll send a prayer to the goddess before we leave. Fi, please tell my father what is happening.”

“Yes, Your Highness,”

Fi left and Warrior followed Legend to a Goddess Statue, kept around to pray, and honour the Goddesses. It was steeped in water, at Hylia’s request, even though the Princess of Wilds detested such a thing. The prince stepped in the frigid water anyways, stepping closer to the towering statue and knelt in it, clasping his hands together. He heard Warrior stop walking, watching adequately.

“O Goddesses of ages long past, as you have foretold, evil lurks in our kingdom and has stolen away our Queen...my mother...I have taken up my duty to act as a hero in these times and I ask that you lend us your blessing as we venture out to save her,” He murmured to the statue, hoping his words would reach beyond the skies and up to the heavens.

Silence met his ears. “Please,” He begged.

Suddenly light flashed in his eyes, a beam of light that surged down towards Warrior and Legend could no longer seem him. Panic fluttered in his heart as he rose to his feet and called for his knight. He gained no response but the bright light faded after a bit, like it had never been there in the first place. He saw Warrior look dazed momentarily, his eyes flashing with shock. “Warrior!” The prince shouted, running quickly over, worried.

“Legend, I...I think I might be one of the heroes we need.”

There was a beat of silence.

“What the fuck? What do you mean?”

“I, that light. I saw a figure in it and it spoke to me, telling me to go seek the Sword of Eras...Called me “Master””

Legend grabbed Warrior’s arm and ran, hurrying back inside the castle despite the knight’s confused protests.

~~~~~~~~~~~

The prince watched Warrior replace his old sword with the Sword of Eras, a blade that didn’t glow, but still rang true like any of the other swords.

You are losing time, Master. I advise quickly informing Fi or the King before heading on your way.

Warrior seemed to have the same idea, the two hurrying and running into Fi, telling her of what had just happened. Fi’s almost crystalline eyes flickered with something unreadable and she just told them to hurry. Hurry, they did, rushing to a boat-ride, that had been arranged for Koholint’s royals but apparently they had gone a different way. All Legend could think about was how he’d be trained, wondering if he actually could turn into someone bold and strong. Warrior was quiet the whole way along, keeping his thoughts to himself and occasionally turning his sacred blade in his hands. The sword was a valiant broadsword, hilt made from gold, and the Triforce engraved in its silver blade. The prince’s thoughts trailed to all the other heroes he might find. Would they need training as well? Most likely. If so, this would be a time-consuming endeavour, and he wasn’t sure they’d get to Sun in time.

He had to try, anyway. What kind of prince, nonetheless hero, doesn’t doing anything about it?

But he had a feeling they wouldn’t just be relying on the heroes’ strength. It was no coincidence that, Warrior found out his identity, that way, just after Legend had pleaded with the Goddesses. He had a strong feeling, that they were on his side.

The water grew ever murky as they approached the Lost Woods. It was covered in thick mist, and distant giggles echoed throughout the area. The boat stopped abruptly. “We’ve arrived, Highness.” The sailor on the boat said quietly.

With wariness, he stepped out of the boat and stepped onto land, into the creepy fog. The giggles grew loud and piercing in his ear and he suddenly felt like he was floating, his vision an endless white. When the white faded from his vision, he landed in the middle of nowhere, though his surroundings were clearly a forest. He was alone now. Whenever he tried to walk a certain direction, the mist would send him back to the same spot. “Whoever you are, I’m a friend not a foe! I wield one of the legendary swords!” He called out.

He gained no answer and he thought for a moment. He decided to try and follow the giggles, even though they sounded like they were all around him. After a bit of trial and error, he was able to walk further, and he saw a torch, lit with bright orange flames and the embers pointed a certain direction. Hopeful, he hurried towards it, knowing that the embers surely must point to the right direction. Though his legs suddenly grew weary, and the mist felt like it was burning his lungs and he couldn’t breathe. Growing suddenly very lightheaded while wheezing softly, trying to catch his breath, he extended his hand to reach the torch but his legs buckled, and he fell to the ground, with a hard thud.

He blinked slowly, trying to stay awake because he knew something was wrong but it proved to be a challenge.

“Legend?”

The voice sounded familiar, and it was soft and worried. He saw a blur of grey and yellow in front of him and he wheezed some more, trying to get air in his lungs. “Hey, hey, talk to me. What’s going on?”

Legend’s vision grew dark, before he could utter a single word in response.

~~~~~~~~~~

Waking up was always a painful endeavour after succumbing to unconsciousness. When Legend opened his eyes after rousing, light stung his eyes. His lungs burned with a fire that made him want to curl up in a ball but he felt too weak to even attempt at doing so. Breathing was a challenge in itself, each shallow breath rattling his chest. His vision spun as he was shifted, and when his vision was cleared from its bright haziness, he was able to see that he was off the ground, being carried by something. He couldn’t struggle against the arms clutching him tightly but they felt warm and trustworthy. “Wha...” He slurred, a desperate attempt at speaking but it brought an onslaught of coughing.

“Don’t speak, please,” A very familiar, firm and strong voice spoke. “Can you sign?”

Legend blinked slowly and gave a slight nod. Knightly blue eyes started at him, concerned and he relaxed considerably when he realized it was Warrior who was carrying him. He hacked and gasped for air but it escaped his lungs at every single breath. This reminded him of being incredibly sickly during his childhood.

I’ve got some flowers for you, Little Legend,” Dad smiled tiredly, and held up a vase tucked with various get-well flowers.

Legend couldn’t move, far more tired than a five year old should’ve been, but he managed a small smile at his father before he coughed miserably. Dad had tears slowly pouring down his face all of a sudden. Legend frowned, but Dad faced him, still smiling. “It’ll be okay. It’ll be okay.”

“It’ll be okay, Highness. I think we’re almost to help,” Warrior assured.

He would’ve responded if he could but all he did was try to gather air even though the mist swept it away from his lungs. Soon the dreary forest turned greener and brighter and the haunting giggles disappeared.

“Who are those people?” A whisper, small and young.

“Intruders?”

“We should go tell the man.”

Legend shuddered slightly, because that sounded a little too creepy for his liking. “Wait!” Warrior called. “My friend is hurt. We just came here for help!”

“Oh, I think it’s safe everyone,” A little boy with a leafy mask covering his face, came out.

Soon, tons of kids with different shaped masks came out, seemingly staring at him and Warrior. “I’m Hestu,” The boy informed them. “I can take you to the man, old man Deku. He’s our guardian and friend.”

“That would be nice, thank you,” Warrior answered slowly.

Hestu led them to a tree, and opened a path inside where an old man sat, sleeping on his chair. “Old man Deku?”

The old man slowly woke up and curiosity sparked in his eyes. “It has been a long time since I have been needed by the same kindred as my own. What could you possibly have need for in Korok Forest?”

“My friend needs help, sir. When we came here, I found him passed out, and he’s been coughing and weak ever since,” Warrior explained.

“Ah, the Lost Woods does not take kindly to strangers. Its power has long faded by now, but those weak or prone to illness may be caught in its wrath...”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“The Lost Woods power used to be much stronger, and anyone who stepped foor in it and inhaled the mist would fall ill, be turned into a part of the forest, or suffocate such as your friend is supposedly doing now. However, that was years and years ago. As time moved on, the strong mist faded into more of a remnant substance that can only attack those who easily fall sick. I assumed your friend here is as such.”

“...So you can help him, right?”

The old man hummed, reassuringly. “Indeed. You have got him here in time. Had you been later, perhaps he would have suffocated to death. Now, he is no longer inhaling the mist and I have potions aplenty. Its effects are immediate so though he may feel better instantly, he will also fall asleep, slumbering for a few days so that the potion can do the rest of its work. Additionally, he will need some protection if you plan to venture out again, past Korok Forest.”

They had no choice but to trust the old man Deku, so the prince drank the red liquid, provided, the taste bitter and vile on his tongue, but his lungs cleared and he stopped coughing. He heard a sigh of relief before his vision grew black and he fell into sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~

He woke up slowly, refreshed for once. He was surrounded by tree, and Warrior sat nearby, relaxed a little. With Warrior, though, he was never fully relaxed, alert as was his job. However it was a bit weird to see him relaxed enough to be without his valiant blue scarf. “Warrior?” Legend blinked.

“Oh you’re awake...Wait, you’re awake?!”

“Am I not supposed to be?” Legend joked.

Warrior rolled his eyes fondly. “I just wasn’t expecting you to be awake, since the old man told me you’d wake up at least a day later.”

“Can’t keep me down for long.”

“So, you’re feeling better?”

Legend gave a nod and got out of the makeshift bed he was in. “We should head back to the old man. He might know where we need to go next,” Warrior decided.

“And you trust him enough that he can know who we are and what we’re doing?”

“I think so. He helped us, and if he truly has evil intentions, he would’ve done something already.”

“Okay...”

Legend followed his knight out of a tree and to another one where old man Deku sat, dozing lightly. “Hello?” Warrior said hesitantly.

Deku sat up and his eyes widened slightly when he saw them. “It seems your friend is already awake. What a pleasant surprise. Now, what is it you desire? Protection for the road ahead? Directions?”

“I was hoping you’d be able to help us. We didn’t come here just to explore, but because we have a very important duty to fulfill,” Legend explained.

“Oh?”

“I am Prince Legend of the kingdom of Hyrule, and this is my knight.”

The old man looked surprised, but friendliness still lingered in his eyes. “Well now, it has been quite some time since the Royal Family has been here.”

“Has it? Then...do you know of the Servants of Demise?” Warrior asked.

“Nay, but I know of Demise, and I know that he has—or had some followers.”

“Well, these followers have kidnapped the Queen of Hyrule, and are constantly trying to kill or capture the other members of the Royal Family. It wouldn’t surprise me if they stirred up trouble elsewhere,” Legend murmured.

“The Lost Woods does not house the Master Sword if that is which you seek. The last time I ever saw it was when the Royal Family had promised to take responsibility for it, taking it away. They promised to visit but I have not seem them since.” Old man Deku shrugged one shoulder.

Legend faltered. “I sincerely apologize on behalf of those who made that promise. To make one and never keep it...”

“Oh, the heart of youth. Do not apologize, please. The company of the Korok children shall be enough for this old soul, and I slumber too often to keep constant watch for others.”

“Alright, if you insist...The Master Sword—you said—we have no need of. We came because we’re in search of someone who...” ‘Seek the guidance of a someone who has walked this planet for thousands, and thousands of years. Seek the guidance of a someone who was a mentor, and responsible for time unravelling and splitting before his very feet.’ “...who’s lived for thousands of years and is responsible for unravelling and splitting time.”

“...It might be the Hero of Time you seek.”

“But he’s dead! He’s been dead for years now!” Legend sputtered and caught Warrior’s confused demeanour beside him.

“Nay, he is immortal, taking the form of a Shade. He is only described as dead, because that was his wish, to be not forgotten, but unbothered by new duties. He resides in the Kokiri Province on the other side of the Lost Woods, with his brethren. There, you shall find him, he who has split time and walked this earth for millenniums.”

“Oh wow...” Legend muttered.

“Well do you know a way there?” Warrior asked.

“Yes, but I do not have the strength to guide you there myself, so I shall send one of my Koroks, Hestu to take my stead. Along with this I shall gift you this mask, protection from the Lost Woods as you go ahead with your journey. As long as you keep it on, you shall not worry about the mist,” The old man explained.

“Would you like it back later?” Legend hummed, taking the soft mask and looking at it with a sense of wonder.

“There is no such need. Though I expressed that I did not need the Royal Family’s company...it would be nice to have. If this is a way to allow you to visit, then keep it for the rest of your days...Now, go forth Your Highness. May the Goddesses bless you on your journey.”

“Thank you.”

The two left the old man and found the little boy Hestu, who eagerly agreed to guide them through the Lost Woods. Legend wore the mask, and stepped out of Korok Forest. The mist no longer burned his lungs and he could breathe freely. As they walked through dreary woods, Hestu chattered happily, waving his maracas and singing sometimes. For a while, it was peaceful. That was, until there was the rattle of bones, a raspy whistle, and footsteps. Through the fog, piercing red eyes appeared and a skeleton came out (a Stalfos?) and swung its sword, the blade making impact with Warrior’s Sword of Eras. Hestu cried out and hid behind the prince, while Legend unsheathed his sword warily. He had little knowledge of sword-fighting, but he’d do what he had to. More skeletons popped out of the bush and attacked with brute force, Legend doing his best to defend Hestu and himself. He looked over to see that Warrior had a bleeding leg, and earned himself a nick on the face for his moment of distraction. He swung clumsily, but fiercely and managed to somehow fend off the skeletons.

The battle continued for what seemed like forever until the last skeleton fell to the ground, it’s bones sinking back into the ground. Legend immediately rushed to help his knight, letting Warrior sling an arm around his shoulder to steady himself. “You brought stuff to clean that up and bandage it, right?” Legend asked.

Warrior didn’t answer. “Right?” Legend said a little more frantically.

“I think so,” Warrior answered and pulled out a bag, rummaging through it for a hot moment. “Yep, I have bandages.”

“Let me use the water in this flask to clean that up.”

The prince poured the semi-cold water onto the knight’s leg who visibly winced. Legend muttered a gentle apology and then tore a piece of fabric from his pant leg to clean and press on the wound. Hestu, with dark green, short hair, and a leafy mask leaned over worriedly. “Those tutors taught you well,” Warrior chuckled a bit breathily. “I should be the one doing this though.”

“Shut up. We’re friends and even if I’m a prince, I’m never going to make you treat me like a superior.”

Warrior’s face flickered with something unreadable before he just smiled and ruffled Legend’s hair, who scowled back. Eventually, Legend tied the fabric against the wound and helped his knight up. They walked at a slower pace, but the three of them continued on anyway. The way through the Lost Woods was infested with skeletons and sometimes other creatures that had somehow survived all this time, and the prince slaughtered them with the guidance of his knight who was staying back and defending Hestu. Eventually they made it to what Hestu claimed was the entrance, but it was blocked by wood carved with a symbol. Legend knocked, feeling a bit wary. After a long moment, it slid away and they were met with children clothed in green, without the leafy mask. Kokiri. “Who are you?” A girl pointed with a glare. “We don’t accept visitors here like the Koroks do.”

“We’re here for the Hero of Time,” Legend tried.

The girl’s eyebrows raised higher than he’d ever thought they could go. Hestu peered out and nodded. “Old man Deku seems to like them, and told them where you were so...”

“We’ll let you in,” The girl decided. “Old man Deku’s never wrong about these things. The Hero’s Shade—we call him—is in that treehouse right there.”

The one she gestured to was larger than the other treehouses but the style was no different. It was also closer to the ground. “Thank you...also my friend here is injured—a puncture wound in his leg. I’ve done what I could with limited supplies but...” Legend trailed off.

“Trive!” The girl yelled.

Soon a boy came over. “What do you need, Vela? I just got a cool new slingshot and I wanted to use it!”

“Yeah, well, you’re our medic. This guy has a wound on his leg.”

Trive led Warrior away who only agreed once Legend insisted, and the prince went to the treehouse to meet the Hero of Time.

[seagull-scribbles]

Was inspired by @mushtoons HC’s and came up with my own silly little thought 💙💅❤️

[gremblim]

how’d u guys decide on the strawberry and lemon theme for the uk vs us store?

I just think they're neat!

Honestly as we are shipping out of two locations, it felt like it would be fun to have some variation! Developed into strawberry and lemon, which while very different they pair so well together!

buy the zine here (also stickers)

[fuckedupsociety155]

Ok so, I really enjoyed the Super Mario bros movie. It was cute and really funny. Like, I went to a late screening cuz it was the only subtitled one available and, while the theater wasn't packed, the people there laughed out loud, cheered and not a single one of them moved when the credits rolled to see the post credit scene (like it was fucking infinity war).

Anyway, I really liked it. Chris pratt's Mario wasn't as bad as people said it would. He sounded better than in the trailers tho. And Charles martinet was there!!

The relationship between the brothers was ADORABLE. Baby brother Luigi and affectionate big bro mario was not something I knew I needed this badly.

AND HE CALLS HIM LU!!!!!

I just wish we could have gotten more of Luigi. I love him so much.

Honestly, since most kids movies nowadays are doing the villain redemption arc, I thought that maybe there would be a plot line involving Luigi and bowser bonding during his imprisonment and have bowser be redeemed by the end. But no. I'm a bit sad, ngl, but I like the more classic ish villain approach they took with bowser. A funny bad guy you love to see get punched in the face.

Overall a really fun and sweet kids movie drenched in nostalgia. And short enough that I would totes watch it again.

Also, peach was a total badass but like, in a non cringey way, and I need her backstory in a sequel. But they find more about her cuz Luigi gets into trouble and they gotta rescue him.

Also, also, THE SCENE WITH BABY LUIGI AND BABY MARIO!!!?!?!?!?!? SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!! AND THOSE FUCKING EYES!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[soyoudneverguess]

SPOILERS THE SILT VERSES 36

This is a little bit of a live blog

HEART BROKEN HOLY FUCK

RELATIONSHIP ENDED WITH THE JOY OF HAYWARD AND CARPENTER FUCKING AROUND, RELATIONSHIP STARTED WITH THE TRAGEDY OF SEB AND DEV MY LOVES MY DARLINGS MY AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MEAN MEAN MEAN YOU MOTHERFUCKERS ARE SO MEAN CANT THEY JUST BE HAPPY CANT THEY AKNDKDNFKEBDUEHFBKDLXNDHDJDBEJDBDJDNEBEBDNNDKDNDJDBDNDNDKKDKDKFKRKRBRJSJBDHDIEBJ DE IEKRJJDHJEE DE

Anyways, happiness is fleeting but “hold on Dev, I’m coming” for a man you’ve known for days who’ve you loved almost upon first sight.

HOLY HOLY HOLY HOLY SHIT HES ALIVE SEB IS SO POWERFUL SEB SEB SEB SEB SEB YOU FUCKING DID IT OH MY GOD MY LOVE DEV DEV DEV DEV DEV YOU MET A MAN AND HE FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU AND HE WENT INTO HELL FOR YOU AND SAVED YOUR SISTER AND AND AND EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE OKAY NOW YOU KNOW EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE BETTER FOR BOTH OF US

Oh bitch. Oh you fucking bitch. I’m. I. Yeah. It truly was too good to be real.

[missjoolee]

if you could only see

*read tags for fun facts. mostly written while half asleep. not edited.

"Oh," she says, the corners of her mouth drooping into that familiar frown that accompanied the majority of his high school career. She sets her mug down on the coffee table.

Oh? A similar frown is quick to replace the elated grin his face had adorned when he arrived. "'Oh' is what people say when they get socks on their birthday, Mom. Not when their son tells them that he's engaged!"

"It's just..." she hesitates, as if looking for the correct words. "...you're still so young."

"I'm almost 22. I--"

"Exactly! Only 22!" Emily interrupts. "How can you be sure?!"

"What?! Mom! This is Julie we are talking about!" Luke can't sit still and stands up from the couch. Resentment builds within him. Why can't she ever be supportive from the get go?

"Well.. You've only ever had the one relationship. You can't know what you want really, never having experienced other relationships."

His mouth drops open in disbelief. She cant honestly be suggesting what he thinks she might be.

"I thought you liked Julie!" His hand flies up with the statement, emphasizing his frustrations.

Emily stands, no longer able to remain seated as the conversations heats up.

"Luke, Julie is lovely. And lord knows she's done you a world of good, but you could really benefit from dating around a little!"

Oh, so she is saying what he thought she was saying.

He let's out a humorless huff of a laugh. "Are you insane? You think I should give up the best thing in my life, a sure thing, on the chance I might find someone that can make me just as happy somewhere down the line? Yeah, that math doesn't check out."

She is getting visibly agitated now as she takes a step closer to him.

"Julie will always be your teenage girlfriend. Your relationship will never be more than that of children!"

"God. Do you hear yourself?! Julie's not in her teens anymore. Our relationship has grown with us. We have supported each other through personal growth, and continue to challenge each other to be the best we can be! We've already been there through hardship together." Luke leans into Emily's  personal space, not wanting to back down. It's a familiar dance at this point, these arguments with his mom.  That thought gives him pause but he never drops eye contact.

His mom claims that Julie would prevent him from flourishing as an adult, but in this moment,  with Emily, he feels the most like he's a kid again in the worst way possible. Suddenly, he feels very tired. He takes a step back with a sigh.

"You're unbelievable." His normal volume voice sounds quiet after the heightened pitches from a moment before. He turns and heads for the front door. There is no point in staying.

"Luke? Luke! Get back here!" Emily follows after him. "Most marriages at your age end in divorce! I'm just trying to help you not make a mistake that will ruin your future!"

Luke's at the door but he spins suddenly to face Emily one last time. "It's not a mistake, mom! If you could just see all the ways she loves me, maybe you would understand why I feel this way. How I know this is the right thing to do."

"But Luke--"

This time he interrupts her, not caring to hear anymore of what she's likely to say. "I mean, if you could see how bright her eyes get when she says she loves me. I just.. " Julie's smile, eyes full of mirth flashes in his mind, replacing a lot of the angerfilled responses he wants to shout at his mom. "There's no way being with her could ever be a mistake."

He opens the door and steps outside. "If you can't be happy for us, don't bother joining in on the celebrations."

He closes the door behind him. His mom might have tried to say more but he honestly couldn't care less anymore. It's time to head home. Back to the welcoming arms of the woman he loves and can't wait to marry. She makes him a better writer, and a better man. She supports him and his dreams more than his mom ever has. This exchange has proven that all his mom will ever be good for is giving him great song ideas. But the one starting to ruminate in his brain this time promises to be a lot happier than Unsaid Emily.

[lailuhhh]

Your wish is my command bestie @bold-and-nosy

Mac didn’t know how long they’d been walking. Too long and not long enough. The op had turned bad real fast, and he and Jack had been forced to abandon the whole thing, in hope of another team taking up the head on it.

They’d lost any and all communication they had when they started running, so there was no help coming any time soon. If Mac was more coherent, he would’ve been able to rig something up out of whatever they had left of their stuff, but if he was being completely honest with himself, could barely keep up with Jack’s pace.

Getting shot did tend to make people lag behind.

“Come on, bud. I know it sucks, but we gotta keep goin.”

Maybe if he actually told Jack he got shot and it wasn’t just a graze, they could slow down a bit.

“Just a little longer. We can settle when the sun goes down.”

Those seemed like some of the most agonizing hours of Mac’s life. And when the sun did manage to finally set, Mac stopped, and didn’t start again.

He was hunched over, hands resting on his knees, heaving breaths more than he should have. “Can we settle?”

Jack looked at Mac, a slight frown on his face. Usually it was the other way around; Mac would be the one to keep pushing forward and Jack would be complaining his ear off.

“Alright. This place is most likely safe and far enough away that they wouldn’t be able to find us. We’re lucky it ain’t really cold, otherwise a fire would give us away in an instant.”

He watched as Mac nearly let himself fall. He couldn’t blame him. Jack had been posted on the outside while Mac had gone in. He had all that extra adrenaline that was probably starting to exit his system and cause him to crash. Jack also didn’t miss the jolts and flinches at every sound when Mac thought he wasn’t looking.

“You wanna crash?”

“Please. I’m so tired.”

“The sleep. I’ll stand guard.” Jack could see Mac trying to make sense of whatever was being said. The words looked like they were heard but not registering.

“I thought you said it was safe here?” Mac sent him a confused look

“It is.” Jack knew something was wrong. Mac wasn’t one to question Jack’s judgement when it came to survival. “But ya don’t feel safe here, do ya?”

Mac looked startled, and a bit ashamed that Jack could see through him and call him out on something so trivial as being scared. His voice was small, barely louder than a whisper when he answered. “Not yet…”

It was against Jack’s better judgement to ignore what he saw, but they had nothing. Jack had nothing to help Mac deal with whatever was happening at that moment. The only thing he could do was speak to him, and hope they were found soon. “Then sleep. I’ll stand guard til ya can feel safe.”

Mac blinked slowly until his eyes finally shut, back leaning against a tree so he wasn’t in the dirt. “Always feel safe with you.”

[patron-saints]

crawl like a sinner (a riza/lust fanmix)

falling in love with someone who could never love you back is the exact kind of curse lust would wish upon her worst enemies. it is also something she thought she’d never experience.

listen on: spotify or youtube cover art in collaboration with: @amotleycrew

——— tessellate - alt-j triangles are my favorite shape / three points where two lines meet gimme what i want - miley cyrus pleasure leads to pain / to me they’re both the same hatchet - archive you could aim between my eyes and i’d still be yours to have looking too closely - fink truth is like blood underneath your fingernails / you don’t wanna hurt yourself hearts a mess - gotye but i’m desperate to connect / and you, you can’t live like this  hold me tight or don’t - fall out boy when your stitch comes loose / i wanna sleep on every piece of fuzz and stuffing that comes out  piece of shit - wet leg  and you are not in love, but it’s close enough  did it to myself - orla gartland now you're living in my memory / living in my mouth / living in the four fucking walls of my house october - the crane wives take my word, but keep the upper hand / i know you, you're the daughter of a lonely man blood orange - freya ridings could a life be like this, even with you?

[muzzleslut]

for the next 1-100 months any time i’m zoning out i will only be thinking about the backhand i got tonight

[purplecelestial-buddy]

I was talking with my friend about the fact that people tend to write Sasahira in a way that Sasaki is head over heels and Hirano is not that emotionally responsible

But, I raise you, Sasaki that, much like in canon, builds walls to avoid people getting close to him x a Hirano that never stops trying to take care of the feral wet caliconcat that Sasaki is

Until... He does. Like, imagine the angsty possibilities of Hirano simply giving up on taking care of someone that barely takes care of himself and Sasaki spiraling down because he does have people that care for him, but they are very few so losing one is like taking a bullet to the heart