#For Giggles

[ovegakart]

idly exploring the idea of link 10 years after twilight princess. he becomes mayor of ordon, settles down with ilia and starts a family, grows a beard thing, nearly everyone grows taller than him, maintains friendship with queen zelda.

[fallingtheseus]

“dangerous as any beautiful unfinished thing,”

had the idea for a radioapple arranged marriage au and i’ve been obsessed i fear

[sneakysnekoden]

two days ago rediscovered this hilarious dumb thingy from february

the fact it was inspired by some SIGNALIS meme of this kind makes it even funnier

[fistfuloflightning]

that awkward moment when you’re a dog person but your hubby got turned into a cat

some cat!ji on the brain

[siderealscribblings]

You guys put up with my insane ramblings so have some early access Games of Divinity

99 years, 11 months, 27 days

“Esteemed subjects, we come before you today to re-affirm the pledge we made nigh a century ago. For a hundred years, we have pledged ourselves to the constant defense of Fontaine and Her blessed waters and for a hundred years, our people have enjoyed peace in the wake of the cataclysmic Cataclysm...cataclysmic Cataclysm?”

Furina sighed, scratching a line of her speech out as she sat perched on the edge of her writing desk. “In the wake of the...theeeee....disastrous! Disastrous aftermath of the Archon war.”

Furina cleared her throat, standing up to look herself in the mirror. “Esteemed subjects, we come before you today to re-affirm the pledge we made nigh a century ago.”

Furina raised her hand, frowning at the gesture and tilting her palm back a little. By now, she had a repertoire of gestures she used when expressing herself as Focalors; grand, sweeping motions that never felt right but seemed to entrance her subjects. It was hard to tell when she crossed the line into parody, so she tucked her elbow in a little closer, praying it was just enough to look convincing.

“For a hundred years, we have pledged ourselves to the constant defense of Fontaine and Her blessed waters and for a hundred years, our people have enjoyed peace in the wake of the disastrous aftermath of the Archon war,” Furina said, wrinkling her nose.

Too wordy, she thought. Half the audience would be half-listening, eager to get to one of thousands of parties that would take place over the next week. The Archon's household was hosting three increasingly lavish galas culminating in Furina's hundredth birthday, but citizens across the country would be celebrating her anniversary for a whole week. Gardes had booked tavern backrooms months in advance for their parties, apartments overlooking the parade route were rented out for exorbitant sums of mora, and Mondstadt had sold Fontaine so much wine, whiskey, and beer in the last few months that they were finally able to finance a wall around Mondstadt City. Everyone else was looking forward to a week without work; all Furina had to look forward to was the grandest performance of her career.

It's not just humans I have to fool now, Furina thought. Liyue was sending adepti who knew Egeria personally and if Rex Lapis wasn't among them, she would eat her hat. Yae Miko had spent nights kissing an Archon's bare skin; surely she would take one look at Furina and know she was a fraud. And then there was the delegation from Snezhnaya; two sorcerers that were raising hell before Furina was even born. Threats she had kept away for so long would now sleep under her roof and try as she might, she couldn't enjoy her last night of peace. Instead, she found herself pacing back and forth in her night-gown, obsessing over every line in her address.

If I get any sleep at all this week, it will be a miracle, Furina thought, finally moving on to the next line of her speech. “Egeria's blessed children have emerged from the shadows of Our Beloved Mother's death to become a technological forerunner, an economic titan, and a fountain of beauty whose artists are the envy of the world...okay, that'll do I suppose.”

Furina's eyes lingered on the half-open pile of presents she had been unwrapping all week. She had tried to pace herself, giving herself little treats to look forward to as the preparations for the centennial consumed her whole days. Time spent with Neuvillette was limited to hurried business lunches in the company of others and late dinners before bed. He had been consumed with his own preparations, shouldering some of the more tedious tasks like reviewing diplomatic credentials, enhancing security around the Palais, and working on a present of his own that he refused to discuss no matter how large and watery Furina made her eyes.

He's developing an immunity, Furina thought, picking up a box on top of the pile. Like the rest of her presents, Neuvillette had already ransacked the packaging for traps or contraband. But the white snowflake insignia of the Tsaritsa still gave Furina pause. She lifted the lip of the box like a snake was inside, spying a pearlescent crown of pale metal set with a rainbow of pearls, jade, and sapphires. A lump formed in Furina's throat, her fingers shaking as she reached out for the tiara. She had seen it in every portrait of Egeria, but after the Cataclysm it went missing; a lost treasure like the Oceanids. The jaunty top-hat Furina wore distracted people from the fact that Furina had no crown of her own; her birthright had vanished into myth until now.

It can't be... Furina thought, reaching for the card that came with it. Why didn't Neuvillette tell me?

The card was heavily perfumed with something that smelled like lilac and gooseberries, the parchment inside so fine Furina thought it was made from snowflakes. Crimson sweeping cursive flowed across the page, casting a red glow on Furina's face as she held it up to the light.

My Most Esteemed Lady Focalors, There is not ink enough in Snezhnaya to properly express my regret for missing your anniversary gala. I have long admired Your Eminence's charm and the things you and your partner have done for the people of Fontaine. You are, in every respect, Egeria's successor. I held great affection for your predecessor, and that she was butchered for such petty reasons incenses me to this day. While she lived, we talked of uniting our nations as mothers talk of arranging a marriage. Now, after we have stabilized our lands, I greatly desire to renew our friendship and the friendship between our great nations. Our technologies have allowed us to stand apart and retain our former glory as the rest of the world regresses or remains static. Not even the Akademiya would be capable of the things our nations might accomplish together. To that end, I am sending my Pierro and Signora in my stead to discuss my dreams for the future. I ask only that you lend them your ear and consider the benefits of a mutually agreeable partnership for the good of scientific progress. And should that not suit Your Eminence's tastes, our great minds may find a way to avert the crisis that looms over your head. Forgive me; this should be a happy time for you and I am bringing the mood down. And as a token of our friendship, we present you this crown. Not quite the diadem that Egeria wore, but I beheld its magnificence many times and tried to faithfully restore what Fontaine has lost. Perhaps it is not Egeria's work, but I'm sure there is no one now living who can tell the difference. May it bring a little of Lady Egeria's grace to you on such a momentous day. Yours, in faith, Her Royal Highness the Tsaritsa Czarina of Snezhnaya and Conductor of the Fatui

Furina's hope soured in her stomach, her cheeks burning as she realized she had been duped as easily as the Tsaritsa said people would be. Imagine if she had actually paraded the crown around in front of the Snezhnayans; she would have looked like the biggest fool in the world, strutting around in costume jewelry. As fine as the metal was and as exquisite as the craftsmanship, it was a fraud...like she was.

The sinking feeling turned to cold dread as Furina wondered if the gift was a message in itself; a fake crown for a fake goddess.

(“Does he know?”)

Now and then, the blonde woman's words ran a chill down Furina's spine. She had been almost positive that the odd traveler who saved the hilichurl knew something of her secret. Every now and then Furina's heart would stop when she caught a mop of blonde hair in the crowd and three words haunted her nightmares as frequently as the floods did.

[emilixthefox]

*Macaque and Wukong on enemy sides fighting*

Macaque: I'm going to Kiss you!

Wukong: Wha?

Heaven's Army: ???

Demon army: ???

Macaque: ... I mean kiss you!

Macaque: No! Kill you! I'm going to Kill you!

Wukong: Are you attracted to me?

Macaque: No, why would I think you're cute or beautiful...

Wukong: right.

[goodold-fashioned-killerqueen]

song i listened to while making this masterpiece

[funsizedchilicheese]

Chuuya “who’s the fucking dog with the life debt now” Nakahara

[jayjamjary]

I should cosplay Narancia again and then make a video of me doing calculus.

[tranthony]

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stalin can have a little counterrevolutionary labor camp. as a treat

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[ovegakart]

Tag what you think they're stopping for

in order from left to right; four, time, wind, twilight, wars.

[yes-i-read-sappho]

I have no evidence for this other than vibes and a deep sense of certainty, but teen skk 100% pierced each others ears. It was an act of violence with sewing needles a la Parent Trap. It started as a dare and neither of them were willing to back down and they both (but especially Dazai) complained incessantly about the pain (because they've both experienced much worse and it's fun to act like that isn't the case for a few moments)

[lemresl0vemail]

Introduction

Welcome to lemresl0vemail! This is a roleplay blog about puyo characters running a lemres fan account, the current characters are Klug, Satan, Ecolo, and Schezo!

The idea for this blog came from a random spur of the moment in the mods' gc. So we made that dream into a reality.

Mods:

Klug - @ghostb3rry (📚)

Satan - @rampenn (🍷)

Ecolo - @otomox3 (🌀)

Schezo - @grated-parmesan ( 🗡️ )

weird choices for characters. ik.

this is just a simple blog for fun, pls don't be weird, all of the mods are minors

[emilixthefox]

Bumblebee: Give me a dare and I'll do it with passion!

Megatron: Alright, go kiss your prime.

Bumblebee: Wha- I'm not going to go kiss Optimus!

Soundwave: Megatron do you want me to send you to an early grave?

Megatron: . . . No.

Soundwave: Then take back the dare.

Breakdown: What's going on?

[cloudbattrolls]

I hope everyone knows I’m including all my victims in one fic, because the beauty of the quad system means it will make sense* for me to