#ASK AND YOU SHALL RECIEVE (Asks)

[mindie-arts]

More cod ponies✨

With pony ghost lore drop🫡✨ + Laswell

[buttercupcallmeup]

smiling chics the sequel

[deathofacupid]

★ — LOOK BOTH WAYS / BEFORE YOU CROSS / OR YOU MIGHT GET HIT!

playing now — an ITAFUSHI X READER .ᐟ album inspiration — click HERE for some fresh beats .ᐟ now, what's the music about? — when YUJI and MEGUMI run into you on a normal day, life becomes anything but. from sabotaging each other over you, to sabotaging you for each other, this tape has it all .ᐟ finally, the dedications — to the THREE PEOPLE in the comment section for the album's inspiration (@lovedbykattt, @ohmygeto, @arrozyfrijoles23) .ᐟ

★ — A MUSICAL TRILOGY! ⟢ queued songs. (and a prologue.)

PART ONE — look both ways .ᐟ ⟢ chapter one. | ouch, should've listened.

PART TWO — before you cross .ᐟ ⟢ chapter [REDACTED]. | too late now, oops.

PART THREE — or you might get hit .ᐟ ⟢ chapter [REDACTED]. well, that's going to leave a bruise.

if you're feeling the MUSIC... lucky for you, there's OTHER albums and singles .ᐟ

however, this ARTIST has more to say ⟶ trigger warnings, may there be any, will be posted at the top of each chapter. to the three people who wanted this, here you go! that's all this took, haha. keep in mind, updates may not be frequent. this is a fem!reader.

ask here to be added to the series TAGLIST .ᐟ who's listening? — @lovedbykattt, @ohmygeto, @arrozyfrijoles23, @ruershrimo, @idontwannarevealwhoiam, @angelthefantastic, @jeonwiixard, @not-aya .ᐟ

all writing(s) belongs to deathofacupid. do not steal, plagiarize, repost, or feed my work(s) into ai. interactions, besides spam likes/likes are appreciated. series status — ONGOING .ᐟ

[nicstylus]

It's hard to make Skulduggery look small when he's ~6'4" but Bliss is one of the few that makes it look easy

[maeslastbraincell]

Ask and you shall recieve

À la volonté du peuple (Do you hear the people sing) translation from the new Châtelet version

To the people's will (À la volonté du peuple)

Who screams its anger's words (Qui crie les mots de sa colère)

The song of those who don't want to be the Earth's damned anymore (Le chant de ceux qui ne veulent plus être les damnés de la Terre)

If your heart beats as hard as the drums in distance (Si ton coeur bat aussi fort que le tambour dans le lointain)

It means hope still exists and it is for tomorrow (C'est que l'espoir existe encore et c'est pour demain)

(Combeferre's verse)

On the stones of a barricade so that finally everyone has their chance (Sur les pierres d'une barricade pour qu'enfin chacun ait sa chance)

We will deliver together the glorious fight that is starting (Nous délivrerons ensemble le combat glorieux qui commence)

We are now soldiers of an army advancing (Nous sommes désormais les soldats d'une armée qui avance)

To the people's will (À la volonté du peuple)

Whose voice we never muffle (Dont on n'étouffe jamais la voix)

And whose song is reborn still, and whose song is reborn already (Et dont le chant renaît toujours et dont le chant renaît déjà)

If your heart beats as hard as the drums in distance (Si ton coeur bat aussi fort que le tambour dans le lointain)

It means hope still exists and it is for tomorrow (C'est que l'espoir existe encore et c'est pour demain)

(Feuilly's verse)

To the people's will I donate my will (À la volonté du peuple je fais don de ma volonté)

If we need to die for it I want to be the first (S'il nous faut mourir pour elle je voudrais être le premier)

The first name engraved on the monument of hope (Le premier nom gravé sur le monument de l'espoir)

(Chorus)

BONUS : The finale version

(Chorus)

There will come the glorious day when in His walk towards perfection (Il viendra le jour glorieux quand dans sa marche vers l'idéal)

Men will go towards progress, from evil to good, from false to true (L'Homme ira vers le progrès du mal au bien du faux au vrai)

A dream can die but we can never bury the future (Un rêve peut mourir mais on n'enterre jamais l'avenir)

Join us in our crusade (Joignez-vous à la croisade)

Of those who believe in humankind (De ceux qui croient au genre humain)

For one fallen barricade others will rise tomorrow (Pour une barricade qui tombe d'autres se lèveront demain)

To the people's will (À la volonté du peuple)

A drum sings in the distance (Un tambour chante dans le lointain)

It comes to announce the day and it's for tomorrow (Il vient annoncer le grand jour et c'est pour demain)

(Chorus repeats)

[usersusanstorm]

i hope these gifs are good for you, anon! i tried to pick the best ryan gosling parts of the movie. the last one is for the amount of audacity you had. if you had asked nicely ( or left out "not a fan of emily" ) would have made some for you, really.

[torchtour]

Hey love your art I think it's awesome and I've been a fan for awhile. So I was hoping you'd draw a fusion of 2 characters for me please. It's a fusion between Tae takimi from p5 and Bill cipher from gf. Hope u do it and hope you're doing awesome

i hope *you're* doing awesome, anon!!

this is such a random fusion but here you go: one tae cipher or bill takemi take your pick

[kiiwiigii]

Beautiful

Jasper x Fem!Reader

Summary: Jasper helps you calm down in the middle of a rough day.

Warnings:

Fluff

Word Count: 800+

Requested?: Yes! By @twilightlover2007 Enjoy sweet pea!

May I request Jasper helping his mate through a bad ADHD day? Her clothes are bugging her and all she wants to do is curl up in a soft fuzzy blanket.  Sounds are too loud and she just wants to listen to rain. Her mind is buzzing like an angry bee and she just wants to not think. Jasper is her safe space helping her tune out the world. Please and thank you!(let me know if you have any question!)

A/N: My first Jasper fic! Yay!

I couldn’t even think. Or rather, I was overthinking. My thoughts were scrambled and I couldn't clear my head no matter how hard I tried. There was too much going on. It was too loud. Too many voices. Too many sounds. My clothes were too scratchy, making my skin itch all over. And it was too bright. I twitched and fidgeted in my chair. I just wanted to go home and curl up in bed.  

I slumped down into my seat, my head on my desk. I hated study hall. It was always too overstimulating, and I couldn’t calm down long enough to focus on anything. Instead, I just tended to panic. 

In fact, I could feel that panic starting to build. 

There was a knock on the door. 

“Y/N?" 

I looked up at Mrs. Snyder, her aging face made more severe by her gray hair she often pulled back into a bun. I was surprised to see Jasper standing next to her. My heart leapt at the sight of him, a small smile on his face. His eyes were a bright molten gold, and I knew he had fed over the weekend.  

"Jasper says you have a joint project that you’re working on for history. Why don’t you head to the library?" 

I looked confused before quickly schooling my expression into one of acknowledgment and had to keep myself from moving too fast in my excitement to get away. I met Jasper by the door, which he graciously held open for me. 

"Ma'am.” He inclined his head at me playfully. 

“Why thank you, sir.” I drawled, imitating his accent. 

Jasper full-out grinned. 

Score for me. 

Once outside the classroom, Jasper pulled me into his arms, his calming scent washing over me, and I felt the calming waves of his gift following right behind. I sighed, finally able to relax in the quiet of the hall, my panic starting to ebb. 

“I’m sorry, Jazz.” I whispered into his chest. “Did I distract you?" 

"You always distract me.” He answered quietly. 

His hands rubbed up and down my back soothingly. 

“Let’s get out of here, darlin’." 

I looked up at him in surprise. 

"Why Jasper Hale! Are you suggesting that we skip school??" 

He shushed me with a finger to my lips, looking around conspiratorially.  

"The others might hear." 

I snorted. "I don’t think they care, Jazz." 

Jasper cocked his head to the side for a moment. 

"Alice disagrees." 

"Love you too, Al."

Jasper chuckled before pulling away and taking my hand, placing a light kiss across my knuckles. 

"Come on, darlin’." 

We walked out of the building and across the back field until we were in the woods, just out of sight. Jasper picked me up, swinging me onto his back. 

"Hold on." 

I tightened my arms around him as he took off, burying my face in the back of his neck. In less than a minute we were in my backyard, and Jasper had scaled the side of the house to my third-story window. It slid open easily and he helped me inside. 

"I thought we discussed not leaving your window unlocked.” He frowned disapprovingly as he shut it, flicking the lock closed with emphasis.  

I gave him an innocent smile as I began taking my top off. Jasper was suddenly facing the other direction, combing through my dresser, before handing me my favorite soft top and pajama bottoms.  

“Nice try, darlin’." 

But his tone gave him away. I had taken him by surprise, and it was a nice distraction from my itchy skin and still buzzing thoughts. I quickly changed, Jasper turning around right as I finished pulling my top down. He stood there for a moment, just watching me with a content look on his face. I fidgeted with the long sleeves of my top. 

"What?” I asked nervously. 

He grinned and shook his head. “You’re beautiful." 

I blushed a bright red as he pulled me in close, arms wrapping around my waist. I felt his emotions flood through me for a brief moment and I was stunned into silence at his sincerity. 

"You’re beautiful and you’re mine. All mine. Like you were made just for me."

I buried my head into his chest again, a giddy embarrassment flooding through me. His fingers found their way under my chin, tilting my head back as he ducked his head, lip caressing mine in a sweet but deep kiss.

After a moment he let me go so I could breathe and led me over to the bed, pulling me next to him and covering us both with my favorite blanket and then a second to keep me warm from his cold body. 

I let myself sink further into him, my muscles relaxing as his scent invaded my nose. Jasper’s hand trailed through my hair soothingly, his chin resting on top of my head. Before long I could hear the rain pelting against my window, lulling me into a light sense of sleep.

{Masterlist}

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[ariaricottoncandy]

vitalasy but hes like.... really tiny.. zam is holding him on his hand..

He's just a lil guy QvQ

[dont-eat-the-algae]

do u have any gifs of hiccup petting toothless :3

I don't have many! Looks like something I'll have to change! These are the closest I have! :C

[whatthebodygraspsnot]

part two of baby sub ian tags: sex club, first time sub! ian, experienced dom! mickey, ian is nervous and cute and doesn’t know what he wants exactly, all he knows is he’s very into mickey [ part one ]

“Fuck,” he grins, giving Ian’s cheek two promising pats before stepping away, “you’re gonna be fun.”

It leaves Ian with another flutter in his chest. A buzz humming to life beneath his skin as he watches after him, his face warm where he was pat just a tiny bit harder. 

“Lose the shirt.”

A blink. More buzzing - a touch frantic this time. Because wait. “You mean right now?”

It must not be the right thing to say, but can you blame him? They’re moving fast. Or maybe they aren’t. It’s not like this guy’s got Ian strung upside down from the ceiling ropes, it’s just-

The sudden impact of a chair landing in front of him has Ian’s head flying back - nowhere near within range, but still startled because Jesus-

In one smooth, controlled motion, the dom sits himself and then leans in on his elbows until he’s blocked out everything else in Ian’s field of vision. Only him. Only what he’s saying. “Lemme tell you how shit works in here.” 

Oh fuck, Ian’s getting in trouble already. How’d he manage to fuck up so quick?

And since when does getting in trouble send a nasty little horny swoop through him?

“You’re a baby, so I don’t expect you to know. But you better turn your fuckin’ Listening Ears on because after this, I do. Got it?”

Ian nods, blinking owlishly. 

“Say ‘yes sir’.”

Fuck. “Yes sir.”

He hooks his fingers into the front of Ian’s shirt collar and tugs him impossibly closer, shooting excitement up his spine and then pooling in his belly. “I tell you to do something, you do it. Yes?”

“Yes sir.”

“You don’t do it, what do you think happens?”

Ian swallows thickly, eyes pulling up from the hypnotizing revelation of watching that mouth move up close. “Wh-... Um…��� What happens? “Probably…whatever you wanna do to me, sir…?”

An educated guess. Filling in blanks.

And fucking finally, one that seems to please, the grin that works across the dom’s face only the slightest bit patronizing. “See? Knew you weren’t dumb… Now, arms up.”

With a little exhale of victory on the lean back, Ian does just that - hands up and elbows bent and oh - okay - they’re getting tugged higher, controlling hands wrapping around his wrists and manhandling them upward together until he’s stretched all the way. Right! Up-up, he meant.

The touch stays true - not exactly squeezing but definitely firm - the close rush of it all filling his senses with the warm, tempting smell of his cologne.

Ian can feel himself squirming just the slightest bit on the pillow, shoulders to his ears. And when the grip around his wrists eases off, he’s smart enough now to fill in the blanks for himself. Keep his arms up. Be patient. Do as Sir says.

Because he’s speaking again, voice slow and steady. “I’ll help you. How’s that sound…”

His fingertips brush beneath the hem of his shirt. Make Ian’s stomach tense in a flutter of anticipation. Sounds pretty fucking good to him. “Thank you, sir…”

The slip of cotton over his skin is agonizingly unrushed. Like the dom is doing this more for himself than anything - unwrapping a gift that’s been left for him to play with.

“Let’s see what you brought me tonight…”

And Ian doesn’t know what he’s supposed to be focusing on. The very pointed tease of that last wording? The feeling of his shirt being slid up and over his chest…his shoulders…his face…exposing him to the room and blue, scrutinizing eyes?

There’s an ache starting to build in his arms and also much, much lower. 

Warm cotton slips past his hands. Pulls free from him entirely, his t-shirt now nothing more than a mess on the floor. But he’s got no trouble focusing on the subtle brow quirk in front of him now, those eyes taking their time to pour over Ian’s bare chest and lower.

It’s like he’s getting eaten alive, without a single touch. Like he’s going through the most intense inspection of his life. 

And… “Am I-...” Jesus Christ, the silence… “Do you…like me, sir…?”

It comes out crazy needy. Pathetic, almost - something Ian wasn’t aiming for in any way while trying to break the silence.

But Sir fucking likes that, doesn’t he? It must explain the grin that’s starting to dance across his face, amused and maybe just the slightest bit endeared. “You’re takin’ care of yourself. That’s good.” And then, the air drawing from the room as he leans forward, foreheads practically touching to murmur nice and close, “And you speak outta turn again, you’re gettin’ hit. You hear me?”

Exhilarating. Goosebumps rising over his bare skin. A thrill that edges into something nasty as it works between Ian's legs. Because holy fuck. “Yes sir…” he says up to him, in his best-behaved voice. “Sorry, sir…”

The dom nods with him, slipping back into that patronizing tease as he leans back, chain glinting. And when those hands work their way over Ian for the first time - steady, warm, sliding confidently up the sides of his neck as he lets out an easy exhale - Jesus Christ, Ian's ready to commit to pretty much anything.

Because it hasn’t even been that long since he stepped into the room, but now that he’s given Ian his touch, it feels like he’s been waiting an eternity. 

“Oh…” he breathes out, eyes growing strangely heavy as tattooed hands work up his neck…around the nape…and then slide down his chest to hook below his armpits and give his sides a firm squeeze… Holy fuck, that feels good… Different, but immediately pleasurable...

“Gonna needya to be a fast learner for me, okay Ian…?” he hears like some sort of strange fever dream, only then realizing his eyes have closed. “Wanna use all our time right…not waste any tellin’ you the same shit over and over…”

His hands squeeze over his ribs again, indulgent, and then work up to feel over Ian’s chest, another one of those swoops of arousal dipping low as teasing thumbs brush across his nipples.

“You hear me…?”

Ian forces his eyes open. Can feel heat spreading in his face and creeping down his neck. “I hear you, sir…”

Another tease of his nipples. Fingers trailing down and up…down and up…down and up…

“You lift a lotta weights, tough guy…?”

“Yes sir…”

“Then you can keep your fuckin’ arms up until I say, can’tya…”

Ian blinks his eyes back open in surprise - pulling himself back to where he’s kneeling - where he’s being felt up, now very much with his arms fallen back down to his sides.

Whoops.

Not exactly sure when that happened, but he’s quick to correct it, shoulders pressing over his ears again. “Sorry…”

“Just talked about wastin’ my time.”

“I know.” A tiny pang of worry pulses through his heart as he tries to hold the dom’s gaze in such a vulnerable pose. “I know, I’m sorry. It’s just-...” God… “I just like it…” Sir’s hands on him… “It feels good…”

Surely he can understand. Ian is just a baby, after all - his words.

He fires off a little brow furrow for good measure, hoping to win some points.

And it must be working, because he hasn’t stopped touching him. And he’s not yelling at him. He’s just looking, keeping Ian locked in his sights as he slides one hand up the column of his throat and then leaves it there - the slightest pressure. “You think just ‘cause you’re cute, I’m gonna let shit slide…?”

A warning. 

No. An opportunity.

Because…

“...maybe…?” Ian tries, breaking out that best-behaved voice again. “...sometimes…?”

And god, the dom just peers at him - straight into his soul - working every bit of Ian out and coming to his own conclusions - things Ian could never hope to understand about himself without these tattooed, guiding hands. “Might be your first time and all, but shit…” he huffs, right over the trace of a smirk that levels Ian into the ground. “Already know exactly what you are…”

[izanallu]

I need a GIF versions of the Dozer videos, it's my favorite ever from a round sleepy 💔💥 /silly /pos

[morningstargirl666]

I was like realizing, that your power scaling is so much better than the show’s.

Like Klaus feels like as powerful as The Niklaus Mikaelson should be in your fic, especially after curse break. So thank you!

It literally always bothered me that he spent 1000+ years trying to break a curse and then like didn’t do much with his new abilities.

Same!

Initially, there was so much anticipation and mystique around the fact Klaus was a hybrid; both werewolf and vampire. He couldn't be killed, and even Elijah couldn't stop him in a fair fight. He had to use Elena's death and the lifting of the curse, along with Bonnie's magic, to even have a shot at him. And then that curse is broken, and we see those fangs drop, we expect those stakes to be raised even higher---

---but they don't.

They fall instead.

Suddenly, Klaus isn't the only hybrid. He can sire more like him now. And he doesn't embrace his werewolf side at all---compelling Stefan to turn his humanity off; using the sirebond to control his hybrids; never turning into the wolf (we don't even see him turn during the first intial transformation!)... It's like he never broke the curse. Like he never became a hybrid at all---everything he does, every abilty he weaponises, is from his vampire side, not the werewolf one. There's no exploration into what it would be like for him to adapt to becoming something new and unseen by civilisation, no frustrating adjustment period---remember, he's the first of his kind. Everything is a first for him, much like it was for him and his siblings, when they first became vampires. And there's no exploration into how he was different from his siblings even before he broke the curse---he's part werewolf. Esther may have supressed his strength, his fangs and the ability to transform, but I doubt magic could change biology. Blood is everything in the TVDU, and Klaus', especially, is emphasised time and time again to be special.

But power level wise? He's no different than his siblings.

And this, my friends, is where my villain origin story begins, I swear to god these showwriters----

[muffled screeching]

So yeah. I make Klaus completely whipped for one Caroline Forbes, and vulnerable in moments that need that emotional weight, but make no doubt here, I do not make him weak.

I do not de-claw our favourite Original siblings either, and they stay as feral and unhinged as any family that had become toxically co-dependent for the last 1000 years. You'll see this made more apparent in chapters soon coming up, were I remind the Mystic Falls gang (and our dear Caroline), how very small they are in the shadows of their sires. And Klaus' power especially, is hightlighted further when you get to see him in Tyler's body---how very vunerable he becomes in such a weaker meatsuit, not yet aged by the sands of time, nor born of a more powerful werewolf bloodline. Of course, he's also not like Lycaon and Sam---he can't control his werewolf side yet, and that's made apparent too.

But that's the beauty of storytelling. A character can change from point A to point B. And by the end of this fic, I fully intend for Klaus to live up to his name as The Original Hybrid, Niklaus Mikaelson, scourge of the supernatural world.

Why else, do you think this fic is called The Big Bad Wolf?

[crowcat-writes]

hiiiiii can tou write harusaki angst pretty plese 🥺 it can be abt anything you wnat rlly

-saki anon

THIS HAS BEEN SIMMERING FOR THREE MONTHS PLEASE ENJOY <3

Harusaki astronomical girl angst

She’d always known, in some way, that since she hailed from the distant system of MMJ-39 she could never truly dance alongside those others, the ones with their own planets and own bodies. 

They were, after all, from traitorous stars. A being such as she shouldn’t soil her status by fraternizing with those defectors. 

But, Haruka wondered, if the girls from the Taiyōu system were really so horrid, then why did she have such a soft smile? Why did she have the prettiest laugh, by far, and the kindest heart and the most wonderful of mannerisms? It made no sense to Haruka. Her Saki had done nothing wrong, and though Haruka knew that she’d risk a nova if she returned to her side…

She still did. 

Every night, when the dusk slowly crept in but the warmth of the sunset lasted still, Haruka wandered down to Saki’s skies. She had many other places to be, yes, for she was a rather popular wishing star— but no one was to know if their wishes were granted an hour or so off. 

It gave her time.

Saki was kicking her legs back and forth, waiting on the edge of a cirrus cloud, her skin shimmering even more as the sunset reached its prime. Even though she struggled with the clouds covering her and dimming her oftentimes, she always had her partners… and her favorite wishing star at the end of the day. No matter how many clouds drained her, she could simply claw her way up and meet her beloved. 

And so she waited, as usual, for the stars to shine in her golden realms yet again and for her dear Haruka to make her way through the cosmos to her. 

Haruka danced around asteriods, waving to the friends she’d made on one planet, blowing a kiss to her fans on another, grinning as she finally brushed against the warm clouds that surrounded- 

No. No. Nonononononono, this can’t be, why can’t she move? Why can’t she reach out and hold Saki’s hand, chat about the mundane happenings of the astral court, maybe dip into the ocean like usual? 

“You know why, HA-6754.”

A booming voice from directly inside her mind… she’d been caught. 

As the hazy twilight seeped into Saki’s skies, a sense of foreboding crept into her mind. Her kind didn’t have premonitions per se, but even the most common worm could sometimes sense something sinister on the horizon. 

Ah, she’d felt like that many times and nothing’d been wrong. No need to indulge it today.

“It’s really a shame, you were such a fine wishing star. All the dreams whispered to you, were they not enough?” 

Haruka can see it now, the cold void form of the black hole that kept her star system going. Its face was disappointed, a grimace of warped matter. 

“No, I cherished every one of them! I just-“

A tear slides down her frozen form’s face.

“You just what? You wanted more, you’re saying? You went off and found yourself a lover from beyond our system, and you thought it would be all fine. You thought that you were so cherished that you were above the rules.”

The void snarls, appendages beginning to glow. 

“Goodbye, HA-6754. May your colors bring the same hope you failed to.”

Saki was playing with the pressure fronts when she saw the first flicker of light. She wondered first if it was her Haruka, then she disspelled those thoughts as it became clear that it was a nova.

Some poor soul had messed up. She blinked and nodded in respect, as had become tradition for Leonids. She continued swirling the storms about, humming some old rock tune she’d heard on a human’s radio a while back, waiting for her Haruka.

The moon had begun its rise- today he was a rather kindly halfmoon, and he waves to Saki as he typically does. Before the moon had split from the earthen form, the two of them played as kids… she considered him a brother.

“Toya? Why the sorrow on your face?” She tilts her head, her dangling earrings jingling. 

“Someone’s been novaed… I hate to think of what that would be if you, or Tsukasa, or anyone I care about was subject to such a horrible thing…” 

He falls silent.

“The wishing star you meet… has she arrived yet?”

“No- she must have had more wishes than usual, I’m sure she’ll be here soon.” 

Toya nods, solemnly, as always.

“I hope she will.”

It had to be at least halfway through the night, and Saki had seen no sign of her Haruka. But that nova… those colors… it was familiar, wasn’t it? 

Wasn’t that blue the same shade her eyes glowed when she sat beside Saki?

Wasn’t that green the color of her dress on the day they’d first spoken?

And that purple… Saki knew that purple too well. Haruka’s cheeks were always dusted with that warm purple whenever they talked, holding hands, kicking at the space junk beneath their feet…

Wasn’t that… no, it couldn’t be her.

Could it?

Saki waited… waited… watching the colors bloom in the sky, wishing on her favorite star… until she heard her voice. 

It was a sharp, pained yell- undeniably Haruka’s. That nova was her, wasn’t it? 

Beneath, on Earth, someone wishes upon the tears of a heartbroken star.

AN: this AU genuinely made me lose it like 10 times whilst writing. I love Harusaki bleleldklfkddddjskksns

[kaleoscope]

if ur still taking drawing reqs..... evan and mike again.... pwease

[sleepy-the-loz-enthusiast]

Which ice cream flavor do you think each of the Links would like the best?

Hello !! Very interesting question, here are my headcanons about it-

Sky: Strawberry, he likes sharing with Sun and/or Groose. It's his favourite fruit he discovered on the surface

Twilight: Vegan chocolate, because I firmly believe that if he eats anything else he will be violently ill (he does it anyway sometimes)

Wild: He'd rather make his own

Warriors: Rum and raisin (is this a normal flavour or is this just a british thing-?) everyone bullies him, they all hate it

Legend: Apple sorbet (he's that bitch who would buy sorbet in an ice cream shop)

Hyrule: Mint chocolate chip. I have no reasons for this, just vibes

Wind: Bubblegum, he likes the bright colours and flavours

Time: Just vanilla, the others bully him for it but he likes it

Four: Strawberry, he just likes it and will not take constructive criticism

Thank you for the ask !! I'm working on answering your other ask, it hasn't vanished- but yeah, this was fun to write

Have a wonderful existence !!