#I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT THESE TWO

[noct2aa]

my faves... this is inspired by one of the scenes u unlock after cheseds missions.. i think it was the 4th one if i rember it right

[halloworhorecrux]

A concept, feel free to run with it anyone.

It's time travel with Draco Malfoy. 

He passes the arch of the Court Chambers where he has been sentenced to 3 years of Azkaban. No happy thoughts, only the regret and sadness of having to relieve his mistakes in technicolor within the drab walls of Azkaban. 

Anyways, he passes the arch, which has been destabilized because of the dark magic from Voldemort. He passes out and wakes up to his mother and father looking at him with worry.

It's July 31, 1991.

They fret and hover over him and argue over if they should continue to Diagon Alley for his school supplies. Draco is discombobulated and just smiles winningly because he can't remember how he was at that age but he is sure there was happiness surrounding this day ( there was he meet the love of his life, Harry) so he smiles and encourages them to continue with their day with the dopiest grin. Alright so maybe he has a slight concussion and cannot see straight (pun intended). So on they go apparating into the alley while Draco clings to his parents because he is slightly concussed and slightly because his parents are healthy and petting his hair. Sure this might all be a fever dream and he will wake in a cold, dreary island filled with dementors. He is a firm believer in delulu is the sululu so he will take this small amount of happiness that he can.

This time his parents refuse to allow him to go alone into any of the shops. They are worried about the slightly dazed look in their son's eyes. At the entrance to the robe shop, he berates them to let him stand on his own and not embarrass him. The two decide to wander the shop with a keen eye on their son. As before a ragged looking boy enters the shop without the notice of the two adults. Draco however has never been more excited. He didn't know it at the time but he knows he is Harry Potter. The biggest grin on his face he practically shouts " hullo, Hogwarts too?" 

Taken aback by this small pale boy, Harry thinks “oh great another weird person who knows his name”. Warily the thin boy steps up as he is instructed to by the matron. 

"Uh yea, Hogwarts too"

Nodding along, Draco speaks "I thought as much. I've been waiting for....that door to open.  You know because the nargles told me." He isn't sure why he lies but he decides he can't be blurting out things that might make him wake up. After all dreams start to shatter once you  start to think too hard. 

"uh what are nar..nargles you said?" young Potter asks.

"Oh well you know, those little pesky things that go bzzz in your brain, like uh huh yea they go bzzzz. Like bee's except they’re magical. “ He does a little motion to indicate a bee flying. 

“Yea magical bees. Wonder if that would make me allergic to them as well. I’m allergic to bees you see? Had to be flooed to St.Mungos once after I tried to eat one of mothers flowers. Of course, it was Uncle Sev’s fault entirely. He said they were edible. I just didn't get the right color. But how did I know that flowers of different colors can do different things? It was horrible, Mother made me read about flowers for weeks after that as punishment for messing up her garden." Rubbing along his lips remembering that incident he finishes his little rant " so I guess I could be allergic, she (Luna) did say they cause a type of reaction like a bee sting.." His words putter out as he realizes he just ranted at poor potter about bees. A flush rises to his cheeks. 

Harry is laughing softly at the now embarrassed boy. Not wanting to alienate his first potential friend he asked " Did you learn anything about flowers I mean. I haven’t read much about them but I do tend to our weeds and such for my aunt." Though the task sounds much better, he can feel the calluses his hands acquired from having to dig and pull without proper gloves.

"Oh, actually, yea, I learned about this weed called Venus tentactular that has vines that can kill you, but just show it a bit of sun, and it calms right down. I spent hours trying to make a lumos just so I could see it. Mother has never been more horrified, than when I tried to coax it out of the greenhouse. I think she wanted me to appreciate the pretty flowers, but what's a garden without a couple of weeds? Want to see?" 

Then promptly face palms  because he has just asked the savior if he wants to see a weed that can kill him. 

" Oh Merlin, not because I want to hurt you or anything. I’m very good at light charms or well mainly I can make fire with my mind. It's really just accidental magic but I mean I think it and boom it’s there in my hands. But not like a boom like a bomb just like a small night light but with fire. Not that I need a nightlight or anything, I’m not a baby anymore. And I couldn’t object to it as a baby anyway so that's really why I had it then. Of course. "

A boisterous laugh makes his ramble come to stop. Harry Potter is clutching his ribs as he cackles and giggles with mirth at the babbling boy next to him.

Face as red as a candy apple, Draco somehow is able to tell Potter to write to him. Though the conversation on Owling leaves Harry in more tears as Draco does an impersonation of an owl. Who sounds and all. Draco doesn't even try to understand Harry's explanation of a landline.

It's as what feels like a week goes by that Draco fears he may be in some type of coma because he has not returned to the chill of the North Sea.

Letters are passed, and it's Sep 1, 1990, when Draco begins to have worries of how exactly he is still in the past or whatever fever dream he is in. Sure, making friends with Harry Potter had been a dream for the first four years at Hogwarts, but now he is getting increasingly tense with the situation.

It's the sorting hat that tips the scales for his confirmation of where he is.

"Ah we meet again Mr. Malfoy."

"What"

In his first life, the hat had barely touched his head before sorting him.

"Playing games with level ten I see. It's good to see ambition such as yours learn new ways to thrive. Alas duty calls. Hufflepuff maybe, such daring could go to Gryffindor,but never well thought so Ravenclaw is not for you."

The horror of possibly being Hufflepuff is enough to have him cry out in disgust. Him a hufflepuff! He will find a way to burn the disgusting hat before it could say Puff"

" Ah well I suppose it’s good to have some creature comforts."

“Slytherin!” It bellowed out into the hall. 

Draco broods at the slytherin table after all he knows where everyone will go.Until the hall goes silent. He picks up his head only to find Harry Potter striding towards him with a smirk. 

Oh no! He has ruined everything. He thought this was a dream or a coma. The afterlife may have thought why he got to be happy was baffling. He’s a slytherin. Any random good fortune should be analyzed before moving forward. On the contrary maybe that is why most of his schemes against the golden trio did not work out so well. Now he  was with the speccy boy as a slytherin. "Merlin, I'm an idiot'

"Don't be so hard on yourself, Draco I was sure you were headed for Hufflepuff and I wasn't sure how I could get into that house with you. " 

"What of course you could get into Hufflepuff, I mean hardworking is a trait isn't it? And you do that, at your aunts with all the chores you talk about. Though academically you were a bit lazy. Loyalty is a pretty trait uh except does it count if you still disobey the people your loyal to cause i dont you like to do that very much, maybe your problem is authority figures ya know?"

Harry was busy looking at the professors to catch that Draco words were just a smidge suspicious. Regardless once he tunes back in the mumbles of the blonde he taps against the top of his temples. 

"Oy stop trying to sort me into another house. also you should watch your words, I think i'm rubbing off on you. What would your elocution tutor think of you using words like yaknow? "

Draco sighs deciding this is a future problem. or maybe he can run it by the savior himself. Obviously an 11 year old potter was able to take care of problems since he entered Hogwarts. 

It's seconds before their first potions class that he remembers Uncle likes to ask difficult questions that he pulls Harry aside and whispers.

Draught of death, Aconite and Stomach of a goat.

Harry, who has decided that Draco is really just a dumb blond with some kind of divine foresight, does not question him at all. 

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Fast forward throughout the year, Draco keeps trying to help but just ends up helpless until Harry saves him.

Then because there were no clues, Draco just straight up asked, if someone was going to steal something and if you touch their hand they probably disintegrate into what would you do?

Uh well you could try to steal the thing first so that they can't get to it but if you just stopped them by holding hands then why not just hold hands? Is this a hypothetical, because you can just ask to hold my hand if you're scared.

Draco dares Harry to hold Proffesor Quirrels hand and double dog dares him to hug the professor. 

Harry was a Gryffindor for a reason in his first life. The DADA teacher turning into dust in the middle of the corridor was not what anyone expected. Harry however is unphased, sure the black cloud was a good effect but it will take more than that to scare him Draco Malfoy. Draco has decided that Harry is insane. 

The duo is seen bickering because Draco refused to tell his best friend how he was able to make the black smoke appear and why he had his father fire the DADA teacher. Harry didn't hate Quirrel that much, though the smell didn't help.

[lunasdestiny]

the thought of Amanda and Wooly being genuinely good friends at the start, being silly and having fun, only to have them slowly overtime not vibe with each other because of both Hameln and the difference of how they perceive the situation they're in.

[not-so-mundane-after-all]

Okay it happened. My first time writing for Agents of Shield. My heart and mind are taken over by Coulson and Daisy and well, girl gotta do what she gotta do and ✨process✨ those feelings. Full thing under the cut because I accidentally hit over 2k with this thing and who knows, maybe it'll end up on AO3 as well! For now I'm just testing waters.

@skoulsons @outer-edges I hope you'll enjoy this little tearjerker.

"There's no S.H.I.E.L.D. without you."

Maybe. But to him, there's no S.H.I.E.L.D. without her. He's the past, but she's the future; she's the one who will bring this pile of ashes back to life, who will lead with her giant heart and a brilliant mind and create something extraordinary. She's the legacy he couldn't be more proud to leave behind.

"There's nothing without you," Daisy sobs as she breaks down in front of him, and Phil's heart shatters to pieces in his chest like she just hit it with her powers. He answers its call, its desperate plea to bring her closer, and he pulls her in, a soft come here on his lips as he gathers Daisy in his arms and lets her fall apart against him.

Her tears soak into the collar of his jacket. She's shaking, wrecked by sobs she can no longer hold back. He brings a hand up to cup the back of her head, and he closes his eyes at the softness of her long, brown waves under his calloused fingertips, letting it overcome him.

Holding her had always been quite a difficult task for him because, once he had her in his arms, he never wanted to let go. But he had to. Because duty called, because he was needed elsewhere, because she had to go. There was always something that forced them to pull apart, always something that had him stepping away and releasing her, always something that made him let go.

Now he's dying. He could be gone in an hour, a day, a week.

This time, he's not letting her go.

She seems so small in his arms. This force of a woman, powerful, brave, and fierce, now a sobbing little girl who wants to hide in his embrace and never leave. Phil feels a lump form in his throat as he thinks of a time when she really was little, when she had no one to hold her and dry her tears, when she had no one to go to. It only makes him hold her tighter and squeeze her against him so hard that he could crush bones if his body wasn't too weak for it.

If only he had known back then. If only he had found her sooner. How many nights did he spend thinking about this? How long had he sat by her bedside after she'd been shot, going over all the what-ifs in his head? For how long had he held her hand against his lips, staring at her pale face, wondering what it would've been like if he had the chance to raise her?

Four years together doesn't feel like enough all of a sudden. He's one foot in the grave; he accepted his fate and made peace with it, but if there's one thing he regrets, it's not having more time with her. If he had found her sooner, they would've had a whole life together; he would've watched her grow up, graduate from the academy, he would've been privileged to see the road she's been on to become who she is now from beginning to end. Instead, he's only a blip in time, there one second and gone the next.

He won't see her restore S.H.I.E.L.D. to its former glory. He won't see her reach the full scope of her gift. He won't be there to watch her finally find the love and happiness she deserves, won't walk her down the aisle like he secretly dreamed he would one day. He won't hear the laughter of her children as they run into his arms with her smile on their faces and call him 'grandpa'.

He wanted that. More than anything, he wanted that.

And now…

Here she is. The daughter he never had but had always wanted. Breaking apart in his arms because soon he'll be gone and there's nothing she can do to stop it. She will try; he has no doubt about that. He can give all the orders he wants, but Daisy will move heaven and earth to keep him alive. It's a futile task, really, but he'd be lying if he said he wouldn't do the same thing if the roles were reversed. He had done the same thing, and they had only known each other for a few weeks at the time.

He already loved her even then. A few short weeks, and she was already everything to him.

A violent sob shakes her frame and makes Daisy cling to him tighter. His jacket strains against his back when she grabs fistfuls of it and trembles, her breath hitching in her throat. This time, when he squeezes his eyes shut, a single tear rolls down Phil’s cheek.

"Daisy..." His voice is breaking.

"No, I can't, I can't..." She shakes her head and chokes on a sob that turns into a wail, muffled only by his shoulder. It's like a knife plunged into his heart and twisted around.

"Shh, shh… It's okay," he whispers into her hair, even though the words taste like ash on his tongue. He's leaving her, it's not going to be okay. Not for a while. She will grieve, she will hurt, she'll need time and space. There will be a hole in her heart that nothing will ever fill again. He knows because the same hole opened in his chest when he held her lifeless body in his arms, blood oozing from two gunshot wounds in her stomach staining his hands red. It was stitched together and closed, but the fear of it reopening again remained, making itself known every time he watched her head out for another mission.

"Daisy," he tries again, Skye at the tip of his tongue. It's the name she had given herself — the name of someone who didn't know her story. Everybody laughed at him for having a hard time getting used to the change in the beginning, but Phil couldn't help it when the name alone made his heart beat louder. Her true name has the same effect on him these days; it pumps life into his veins whenever he says it, and if only that were enough to keep him alive, he'd take it.

Daisy burrows deeper into his shoulder.

"Please don't," she weeps. "Don't tell me it's okay. I can't– I can't do this. I can't lose you."

His hands automatically move to cup her cheeks as he pulls away. When her eyes find his, they are bloodshot and brimming with tears; he makes no attempt to conceal his own. They are both barely holding themselves together, but they need this. Daisy needs this to survive after he is gone.

"Listen to me," Phil pleads, leaning in close. "I might be gone, but I will never leave you, okay? I'll be here," He taps her temple with his finger, then presses his palm right above her heart, "and here."

Tears roll down his face now, and his voice cracks and trembles, but the smile on his face couldn't be brighter. "I don't know if there's Heaven or anything else waiting for me. I didn't stay long enough last time to find out. But whatever happens, I'll be watching over you, Daisy. I promise."

That's the one thing he's absolutely sure of. No matter what the other side holds for him, he is not leaving her side. His teachings, his guidance, his care, it will all help her carry on through life. She'll find him in herself but also in others — a whole bunch of people who love her just as much as he does and will be there for her every step of the way. He might be leaving her, but he's not leaving her alone.

Her hand lands on his over her heart, and holds on tight. It's warm, soft, and so gentle, despite holding the power to crack the world apart. Her eyes stay locked on his own, deep brown wells of pain and sorrow and for a long moment she stays quiet, only looking into his eyes.

"Dad," Daisy sobs out, and Phil feels all the air leave his lungs in one sweep. "Dad, please…"

"Oh, baby girl."

Before the impact of these words can knock him to the floor, Phil crushes her back to him, and he holds her closer than ever before, tighter than his body has the strength for. His back hits the wall with a soft thud as he presses a kiss to her temple and begins sobbing into her hair. Daisy collapses against him, nestling into the crook of his neck, and they both slide down to the chilly concrete floor.

He's not sure how long they sit there. Could be minutes, could be hours. Daisy is curled up across his lap, leaning sideways against him with her head pillowed on his shoulder. Phil rocks her slowly, like a child who wakes up after a nightmare and needs comfort. He wishes it was only that — a bad dream he can chase away, kiss her forehead and dry her tears, then put her back to bed with the promise that no monster can get to her. He holds her, both arms encasing her and keeping her close to his chest, where her palm rests, feeling for the drum of his faint heartbeat through his shirt.

Phil rests his cheek against Daisy’s hair with a sigh. If only it didn’t have to hurt so much. If only there was a way for him to go without leaving her in so much pain.

Her sobs die down after a while, and when they do, she just stays there, limp against him, forcing herself to breathe. She's exhausted, he can tell, and if he wasn't still feeling so weak after fainting earlier, he would've picked her up and carried her to bed. All he can do instead is tuck her closer and let her rest for as long as she needs, right where they are. Wait until she's able to stand back on her feet and walk back to the base with her head held high.

Because she will. And she will let Hell break loose to save him. There will be nothing he can do to stop her.

"I am not giving up on you," Daisy says into the empty space around them, as if reading his mind. Her rough voice scratches against the walls of her throat.

Phil closes his eyes. "I know."

She lifts her head and looks at him. There's fire in her gaze that knows no objection, a determination as strong as her powers are. She's taking her grief, and instead of letting it break her, she's using it to fuel herself.

"Please, don't make me give up on you."

And what can he possibly say to that? He won't convince her. He won't change her mind, just like she won't change his. Daisy has always been stubborn, but so has he, and over time, Phil came to terms with the fact that he might have accidentally bestowed even more of that stubbornness on her.

He smiles, stroking her cheek instead of saying anything, and the way Daisy leans into his touch with a sigh melts him. It's a rare occurrence when they get to be like this, when they allow themselves to be this close and open with each other, and he doesn't take a single second of that for granted. Only wishes it was happening under better circumstances.

"You're good?" He asks, ducking his head to catch her eyes.

Daisy wipes her face with the sleeve of her shirt and nods. "Yeah, I'll be fine."

They both know she won't be, not for a long time. But for now, it's enough. He's not gone yet. They still have time. They still have work to do.

Phil lifts her to her feet, and the two of them take a deep breath, trying not to think about how much of a mess they are. He hasn't let go of her yet, and now Daisy is staring down at their joined hands, her face obscured by a curtain of hair. Her chin wobbles, but Phil is fast; he reaches out and tilts it up, making her look at him.

"You'll be okay," he tells her.

Fresh tears glisten in her eyes.

"How do you know?"

He catches one drop with his thumb.

"Because I know my little girl."

Her smile is everything to him. It's sad and a little shy, her cheeks blush when she drops her head to try and hide it, but it still lights up his chest like fireworks on the Fourth of July. He'll hold onto that smile for as long as he can.

When he wraps his arm around her shoulders and pulls her to his side, the rest of Daisy's tears are gone. She rests her head on his shoulder, lets him kiss her hair one more time, and as they head back to the others, they both feel somewhat lighter. A lot will change in the next few days; the weight of the world is still on their shoulders, but as long as he's here, Phil can make sure Daisy won't crumble under it.

After all, she's humanity’s shield. And her father's daughter.

[vanmarkus]

It would be so fun if tommy turned out to be that friend buck can talk to if he ever has a feelings realisation about eddie. I always assumed the 118 knows how insane they are about each other but obviously not, and maddie knows but she won't say anything. tommy is close but not too close to them and buck needs a friend!!

mm I actually hope that we'd get something along those lines, but only like next season or so... I really don't want this relationship to be a throwaway initiation kinda thing (luckily it sounds like nor does Oliver or Tim), I wanna see them get closer and settle into a routine and then maybe get a little serious before the inevitable (?) breakup — which I'd prefer to be something like the Monica/Richard breakup was in Friends, where they both loved each other very much, but wanted different things.

honestly, I don't want it to have to do anything with Eddie, but I would love to see them talk about it later, after things calmed down and they both feel comfortable about being just friends. 💛

[matyoucheck]

Hey why the fuck are people saying Aziraphale didn’t wanna kiss Crowley??? Like. The man just made a huge existence changing decision and had his best friend confess his love for him AND reject him at the same time. And then that same best friend threw all his rage and desperation and need into a kiss to try to get Azi to change his mind. And he WANTS it he’s wanted to kiss Crowley for centuries ((you’ve seen the way thry look at each other)) and now it’s happening at the WORST possible time. Poor Azi is so duty bound he has no choice but to say yes to Heaven and Crowley knows that but he KNOWS how Azi feels like he HAS to.

[blightbear]

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thank yooou <33 we're going with tragic twin sibling dynamic for this one c:

Bohean and Mori'na: Two Birds by Regina Spektor

Two birds on a wire One tries to fly away and the other Watches him close from that wire He says he wants to as well, but he is a liar

I added this song to show the chasm that grew in their relationship over the years. Mori'na staunchly believing they'll always be close, they'll always make amends no matter the circumstance. Blindly thinking they have the same goals, always leading the charge. Bohean slowly but surely growing distant from his sister, knowing that some scars can never truly be mended even if they were placed there by his own flesh and blood. Living in their shadow, even if they appear to be equal. One will be able to fly away, experience the outside world and all the pains and wonders that comes with it. The other will be stuck, feet firmly planted in the soil, jealously slowly seeping through the cracks.

send me a 👾 and I'll explain a song from an OC playlist

[avenin7]

A soft moment of vulnerability & comfort between mine and @mommacomms Tav’s; Aywin & Muse (he/him & she/they)

{read; top left-right, down, right-left, down}

[brendathedoodler]

You mentioned AS Four getting Legend as an Animal companion- how did that work out for them? I foresee some shenanigans and frustration lol.

Oh yeah, absolutely.

The entire time Legend is like “by the golden three, they’re all so fucking sad and stupid” (as if he wasn’t also sad and stupid at his age), while Four is like “is this my spirit guide or something??? Why is he a jerk?”

Their relationship as far as bunny Legend and Four is a little confusing, since time travel itself is confusing. Four recognizes bunny Legend as his little companion when they meet during LU, but Legend doesn’t recognize him back. Meanwhile during Four’s adventure, Legend recognizes him but he doesn’t recognize Legend since LU hasn’t happened yet.

The first time Four met bunny Legend was sometime after he been roaming around. The colors spent a lot of time exploring Hyrule and reintroducing themselves to the world around them. They were mostly doing side quests, getting money, and buying clothes. They’d officially settled on their color nicknames by then, and had begun to create some semblance group cohesion (though the few shrines they’d attempted had been difficult and frustrating to say the least).

Legend showed up, and their first meeting went about like this (Blue was promptly bitten). Despite this rocky start, he kept showing up, and the colors accepted him. The widely agreed upon nickname for him was Pink (matching their color theme), though Vio also kept calling him Yardstick because “he has three feet” (only Green thought it was funny).

By this point, Legend had already lived his life. He‘s older, more mature, and had been pulled from his afterlife to help Four out. He doesn’t mind, though, especially since he remembers Hyrule had done the same for him once upon a time. Hyrule had appeared as the ghost of a Great Fairy (or maybe just a normal ghost; Legend had assumed he was a Great Fairy at the time), rather than an animal guide, but it was much the same.

Despite his age and maturity, Legend is still a moody little guy. Blue claims he has a resting bitch face (Green always insists that Blue’s a hypocrite for it), but even if the two butt heads they’re still fond of one another. Legend doesn’t like being carried, but might crawl into their laps if they’re sitting down and having a particularly rough time. If they aren’t sitting down he’ll be an obnoxious little shit until they agree to stop and take care of themselves.

He couldn’t provide much help in fights, but he did often lead Four to hidden koroks, shrines, and other things of note (like weapons, or alerting him of nearby lynels and hynoxes). He was never a constant companion (he didn’t want to risk Four relying on him, knowing full well that their time together was limited), but he was there frequently enough for Four to consider him a friend. An obnoxious friend who bit him for small infractions and laughed at him when he did dumb shit, but a friend nonetheless.

The first time Legend saw the colors combine into Four, he was honestly shocked. The Four he’d come to know was impulsive and had trouble making decisions, but he was startled to see just how much he struggled before their adventure together. Four was very obviously four guys in a trench coat rather than the singular Link. He talked to himself, which isn’t all that weird, but he constantly interrupted his own sentences and stumbled over his words. He was often off balance if he didn’t have a clear goal, walking as if two different people were choosing where his feet would go (and they probably were). It was hard to watch, but also made Legend proud as he got to see them learn to work together more. He could see it in the way his walking steadied, decisions got a little easier, and his disagreements were more internal than out loud.

The first time Four felt like Link again rather than Green, Red, Blue, and Vio had been after facing Vah Naboris. The battle had been brutal, but he’d won. Legend couldn’t come with, but he knew Four would be fine and didn’t stress, just waited at the place he’d teleport to when he was done. When Four appeared, Legend expected to hear about the battle. Instead he got to hear the joyous news that he felt like one person again.

(Legend wonders if this is how Hyrule’s ghost felt watching a younger Legend learn and grow. He wonders if Hyrule ever had any children of his own, and if Legend reminded him of them. Four certainly reminds Legend of his own.)

There were plenty of genuine feelings with these two. Legend snuggling by one of the colors when they were injured, Four spending weeks crafting a prosthetic leg for the one Legend is missing, comforting Red after it seemed Shadow was playing favorites, the re-discovery of Fort Hateno, late night talks about grief, the calamity, the struggle of figuring out how to be a person again…

There were also plenty of shenanigans.

A great example is the basket added to the front of the master cycle zero, combined with the silly helmet and harness Vio made for Legend. He absolutely fucking hated it. The harness was ridiculous, the helmet restricted the movement of his ears, and it just felt infantilizing! Unfortunately, if he was going to ride the cycle, he was going to have to wear them. He didn’t do it willingly. Lots of chasing, struggling, and bitten fingers later, he’d been forced into the harness. The helmet was abandoned. The harness at least had a clip to the basket so he wouldn’t go flying away with the stunts (not that Legend could really get hurt, and even if he did he’d just appear again the next day, good as new. Not like he could communicate that, though).

After taking over the Yiga Vio firmly decided to never eat a banana again (he’d eaten almost nothing but bananas for a week and a half straight). Legend proceeded to hide bananas in his bedroll, in his clothes, tie them to his weapons, and all sorts of dumb shit like that. Legend would pull them out of his slate, set it up, and then put it back so he’d have no idea. Then when he went to use the item, the hidden banana would emerge with it. Absolutely infuriating! Everyone else thought it was the funniest shit ever (until he started doing it to them too).

There’s also been plenty of moments that were just straight up Legend watching Four make a fool of himself. For example!

The divine beasts granted elemental magic. Blue didn’t get the memo after they fought Vah Ruta, but after Vah Vaboris Vio figured it out and decided to experiment with his lightning. He proceeded to electrocute the hell out of himself, run out of mana, roll down a hill like a limp noodle, and stop at the bottom face down, ass up.

The time Four had to strip down to his underwear under a blood moon to get a shrine. Legend found it absolutely hysterical and almost got thrown off a tower. The only thing saving him was the fact that Four wasn’t 100% certain that he wouldn’t get hurt from it. Shadow also laughed hysterically. Four refused to do it split, since none of the colors would agree to being the one to sacrifice their dignity. It was all or none. No compromises.

The time Blue froze his own feet to the floor just outside of a stable. He was trapped. The stable dog trotted over and peed on his leg.

The time Four accidentally added way too much Goron spice and was literally in tears. Legend had gotten the spiceless version of the soup (Four always took out small portions for him) and was perfectly fine.

That time Green managed to somehow get a guardian scout out of a shrine and proceeded to ride it around (it eventually flung him off and shot him, but one fairy later and he was fine)

Red’s brilliant idea to use bomb arrows on Death Mountain. He thought it would kill the talus faster. It would have if his arrows had reached the target instead of exploding in his face.

They had a good time.

[acewithapaintbrush]

@lunamadrigal and @princesa-pens-and-pizza

You two made me watch Inside Job part two so if I suffer, you must suffer!

A small something I wrote super fast to cope with that last episode. HUGE SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2! Read at your own risk

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When the man wakes up, he can just barely hear the sound of a helicopter in the distance. 

For a brief moment he wonders if that's what has woken him up so early in the morning, but before the thought can gain traction, the rattling of the rotor blades has disappeared and with it all memory of something ever being there. 

His head feels weird. Empty. No, not empty. Too full. Like a basket, overflowing. Before he can grasp onto specific thoughts or memories they fall over the edge into oblivion. Fleeting pictures swirl in his head like a kaleidoscope. 

A pyramid with an eye. Rome at night. An office party. A supply closet. A scrapbook. 

And a woman. Again and again, a woman with brown hair. Her image crosses his mind the most, but he can never see her face. 

A part of him knows that he needs to see her face. 

'Just let me see her face and everything will be alright', he thinks, but then that thought is gone too, fallen over the edge of the basket. Never to be seen again. 

She is gone. 

He wakes up and he is sad and he doesn't know why. 

With a groan he sits up and rubs his aching head. Everything feels muted except the texture of the trousers and the shirt against his skin.

Ah, fuck. Did he go to bed in his clothes? No wonder he feels so bad. He must have drunk too much again. 

"Classic Martin." he mumbles. 

Something gives him pause. The name sounds weird on his tongue. An overwhelming sense of wrongness fills him. Panic grips his heart because for a second he doesn't remember if that is really his name. 

But then his eyes fall on the boxes surrounding him and his heartbeat slows down. Calm washes over him.

His name is Martin Higgins and he just recently moved to Appleton. He had a hard time, for a long time, but he decided to be brave and start a new life because he deserves it. 

He deserves it. He deserves to be happy. 

Doesn't he? 

Tears gather in Martin's eyes. Tears he doesn't understand. He brushes them away and chuckles. 

"No more heavy drinking for you, Martin. This new life is a sober life." 

He looks at the boxes around him, at the remnants of his old life waiting to be unpacked, and for the first time in a long time he feels something like hope. 

He feels like he's finally had a really good night's sleep. 

"Okay!" Martin Higgins gets up and smiles. "Let's get started." 

[el-michoacano]

When Aurelia first asks Domingo out, he’s grateful. She’s beautiful and smart and kind of a badass, but he’s confused. He asks, “But aren’t you in love with Nacho?”

She is. Anyone could see it. But she says to Domingo, “Aren’t you in love with Nacho?”

Domingo is, too. It becomes kind of their middle ground, and though it takes some time, they get over him together. Nacho wasn’t there for either of them the way they wanted him to be, but in the end, he was good for them. 

[webawee]

[hurryupmerlin]

No one:

Me: TIME TO SHOUT MY FI/ORDO HEADCANONS INTO THE VOID!

• Ordo is gay, and that exclusively for Fi. He loves with the power of a thousand suns and fully focuses on his lover.

• Fi's a horny, bisexual disaster. He loves Ordo with all his heart, but since hanging with the Nulls gave him a new sense for adventure and freedom, he also likes to experiment whenever he has the chance. He's faithful, tho, so he always asks Ordo first when he wants to try something or someone, careful not to overstep.

• Skirata gave them the well-intended advice to not shove it in other people's faces, and since good soldiers follow orders Fi's now overly vigilant about no one – especially strangers – finding out.

• Ordo's the exact opposite: He doesn't give a damn about the opinion of strangers. But he tries everything not to out Fi against his will.

• Null and Omega quickly notice they're not just friends anymore. As soon as Ordo knows they implicitly accept and stick up to him, he's practically a walking pride flag.

• Ordo likes everything Fi does to him, but if he gets to choose, he always goes for slow and soft and romantic. He loves to be praised and pampered by his partner and vice versa.

• Fi prefers it loud, fast and rough on the verge of painful. He can't stop joking during sex. He comes too easily when Ordo does it to him gently, so he avoids it at all costs. Ordo knows about this and slows it down whenever he has the chance to, much to Fi's chagrin.

• Ordo tops, Fi bottoms. Except when they don't.

• Ordo speaks Mando'a fluently, Fi only knows bits and pieces. So Ordo teaches him... just for fun and of course absolutely not because knowing the language is essential for a Mandalorian wedding.

• Despite Fi's efforts, the entire GAR rumors they are fucking.

• The file with disciplinary actions against the Nulls has doubled in size since, because they keep beating up whoever talks shit about their vod.

[miscellaneous--bones]

lorelei has the ability to feel/see someone's innermost self, their very being, sometimes even their thoughts and desires, through touch. this is mostly because their a mushroom, its part of their innate ability to create ''hive minds'' (like mother mushroom, kind of) and connect with other beings. they can do this with about any living thing, which is why they tend to wear very modest clothing. it does require a fair amount of focus but even a simple handshake can at least give them a sense of intention.

when they officially met fern it was in the middle of him trying to detach himself from finn, and define himself as fern. he didn't originally know about lorelei's power, as they tend to try and keep such a thing to themself, and otherwise are less publicly known then their older siblings. its at a party the mushroom kingdom threw celebrating the birth of the newest princess that they meet and spend a bit of the night together.

of course Fern is Strange. being half demon half pure hero is a very mixed message, along with all of the inner turmoil was.. an interesting (2nd?) impression.

i cant think of much of in between here. i know for a moment in the confusion, fern thinks this is another rejection- he'd just made a fool of himself in front of royalty- now they thing hes an idiot, yada yada yada. lorelei on the other hand is embarrassed they got caught up in the confusing little mess that is Fern the Human, completely without his permission or knowledge. big no no, y'kno?

within their powers, fern can see an opportunity to learn more about who he is, a way to get help piece together who he is now.

fern and lorelei agree to meet a couple days after the party, so that lorelei can work their magic and tell fern what they see.

"you can start by relaxing," Lorelei peaked an eye open, a comforting smile tugging on their cheeks. Fern relaxes his shoulders, releasing the tension in his jaw. he mutters an apology as the prince closes his eyes again and seems to focus more. their hands tighten their grip on his own. "You are... struggling to except yourself. Mourning a life you can't get back," they trailed off. their words are halting as they read more into who Fern is, trying to piece together the stranger's history. "There are two sides of you, struggling to work together. This feels like a demon." Lorelei opens their eyes. "-do you know anything of your parents? or- the circumstance of your creation?" Fern glances to the distance. he can't pick out if their gaze is accusatory, or just confused. The prince had been kind to him so far, and he came to them for answers. "its a long story. The grass wizard made me because of a pun, but I'm also from the Finn Sword... I don't really get it either." "So.. you come from both of them. There is a demon here, a curse. it is.. violent, parasitic in nature." Fern's grip tightened in the prince's hold. "But there is a force of good, too. the heart of a hero. loyal and true, pure. and.. angry. You want to be good. You want your life back. You are frustrated with what you've lost, and frustrated that you can't " the prince paused. "You tell the story of a very complicated creation, I hope you know."

as their friendship grows, Lorelei goes deeper into trying to figure out Fern's existence. they call it a personal project, and say it is good for Fern to know the nature of his creation and what it means for who he is. acknowledging and accepting the different parts of himself are the first steps to building his new identity, and building a life as himself. he struggles, with getting used to who he is, with dealing with his bouts of anger and other such amplified emotions, with the idea that he can never go back to the life he remembers. he mourns himself and his friends. Lorelei tries to find food he could eat (fertilizers, various soils, and other such plant food) but it never is the same as his memory. his relationship with his Grass Demon almost improves, but he struggles to find harmony within himself.

L: There's a duality to this. differing relationships between your mind and body. do you see yourself as only Finn, with the Grass Demon as a different entity, or are you a product of both? F: what does that mean? L: You see yourself as your memories, as Finn. This is default because you are human and you see yourself as your conscious. But that doesn't mean your mind is all you are. Finn makes up your head, but the Grass Demon makes up your body, so are you only your brain or do you see yourself as all of your parts in a culmination? F: I don't know, what do you see me as? L: Thats not up to me to decide. It's for you to figure out, to define who you are. To define Fern. L: I feel like most of the answer is in that vault of yours, and I encourage you to try and look through it. F: The vault is where all the stuff I can't handle goes. Looking through it would like, defeat the purpose of the vault. L: I guess I dont get it because I dont have a vault. if I really can't handle something i shove it in a closet... F: How do you get anything done that way? I'd have to board it up. L: keeps away the clutter. I don't know how you get anything done with everything in an inaccessible vault.

[linktoo-doodles]

resurrection is sort of romantic, isnt it

[yandereloveraw]

🐺🔥 ArchXav Angst Playlist 🔥🐺

Punching Bag - Set It Off

Guilty - Jason Chen [About Jasper]

Better Than Me - Hinder

Always - Saliva

My Boy - Billie Eilish

Rock And A Hard Place - Bailey Zimmerman

Just Look My Way - Paranoid DJ

Don't Look Away [Blitzo's pov] - ErielleLynx

On Accident - Nico Collins

How Long - Charlie Puth [About Jasper]

Love The Way You Lie - Eminem

Time Is Running Out - Muse [Yandere Xavier]

Pick Up The Phone - Falling In Reverse [Yandere Archie]

Over and Over - Three Days Grace

Get Out and Stay Out - Dolly Parton

[All songs belong to their creators]