#also unrelated to glee

[adankrivervalleynearyou]

...not even two full seasons later...

[katimanki]

I guess I'll be doing it! Fairytale dresses 2.0 will be here this spring/summer💐🌸🌻

Feel free to send suggestions/requests of Stranger Things girlies and dresses✨️

Glee Fairytale Dresses 2021

I do have dresses picked out for the main ST girlies, most of them aren't set in stone until I start to draw them! I had trouble picking them so suggestions are very welcome🙏🏻 El, Max, Robin, Nancy and Erica take 5/9 dresses, and I forgot about most of the side characters so I don't think I have the right amount to do them all so please help??.

I thought about drawing Karen and Joyce, then Karen reminded me of Holly and that would be so cute but young children are hard to draw. I completely forgot about Chrissy, Vickie, Barb and Suzie, the only side character girlies I remebered were Heather and Angela💀. That's 9 characters that'd have to fight for 4 dresses so I don't know what I'm doing, who should be left out? Or do I just choose 5 more dressed to do all 14 girls?? Or is there more I'm forgetting about😭

[joelletwo]

v i just like to to remember the cust service worker-customer communication barrier goes both ways and try really really hard to resist the urge to assume i am the only one who can be invisibly disabled and misinterpreted and unobvious needs unmet in a conversation. uhhhh. what else was i gonna say. #dbtpilled i love to, when i am taken care of enough to have the brain space for this, be really creative about the nonmalicious explanations for customers' behavior

[littlechivalry]

Robin had gotten a lot of things from becoming platonic soulmates with Steve Harrington. Rides to school, hair care tips, unrelenting trauma, slightly bitchy dating advice that to her eternal chagrin actually worked, and entree into a weird little family that she couldn't imagine living without.

But also... Robin had to listen to sex talk.

It wasn't bad at first, she had actually gleaned a lot of advice from his stories that stood her in good stead with a few select girls. But then on the Family Video bathroom floor Steve had asked if Robin would be okay with him talking about sex with guys.

She said yes one time and now it was her life.

Steve had spent most of their shift moving tapes around the store, shuffling them into different genres based on what he thought they might be about. It was his standard 'I have something to talk about but I don't know if I can say it' behavior.

"Look," she said flatly. "I'm stopping this now. You have five minutes to sum up the problem and then I don't want to hear it anymore."

Steve put the last tape, a copy of St Elmo's Fire, into the Action-Disaster section before coming back to the counter, sharing his head. "I appreciate the thought Robbie but I don't think you're ready for this."

Robin gasped, ready to take full and dramatic umbrage when a Tasmanian Devil made of leather jacket and cheap sterling silver jewelry banged into the store.

"Babe, did you ask her," Eddie asked, grinning madly.

"Not yet," Steve whined and before Robin could gather her thought she felt two sets of eyes settle on her, one steady and concerned and the other sparkling with glee.

Robin stepped back from the counter and held her hands out in front of her. "I don't know what's going on here but no, I will not carry a baby for you two. Get Steve knocked up the old fashioned way if you want kids."

Steve brightened for a moment before pouting, "You wouldn't want to bring a little Buckley-Harrington-Munson into the world? Wow, Robs."

Eddie lunged forward, pushing past Steve to plant his hands on the counter. "We'll come back to that Buckley, but we have a different issue. We need you to be a completely impartial party."

"We really don't," Steve said. "This is not a big deal."

"I disagree," Eddie said. "I happen to think this is a very big deal."

"Well, and--," Steve said. "Isn't 'big' the problem?"

"It's not a problem for me," Eddie said, leering at Steve.

Robin stepped forward and waved her hands between the two guys, interrupting their creepy eye contact. "Okay, fine, tell me what's going on but make it snappy."

Steve hummed but didn't say anything. Eddie grinned and looked from Robin to his boyfriend and back again. He opened his mouth but before he could say anything Steve's hand was pressed half over his face.

"Eddie wants me to try sitting on his face but I'm afraid I'll, like, suffocate him to death." Steve grimaced and pulled his hand away from Eddie before rubbing it roughly on his jeans. "Gross, Eds."

Robin shook her head while they started squabbling. Steve was her best friend and Eddie was a close second. Part of being a best friend was apparently arbitrating their weird sex arguments.

The squabbling had evolved into a slap fight so Robin took the opportunity to examine them. They were the same height but Steve probably had a few pounds on Eddie. Then again Robin knew Eddie was stronger than he looked. Given the way Eddie hadn't stooped smiling since he walked in he definitely didn't seem intimidated by the idea.

Okay.

"Okay," Robin said sharply. "Knock it off. I decided."

The two boys stopped, Steve's arm locked around Eddie's neck while it looked like Eddie was trying to either give Steve a wedgie or just straight up shove his arm down Steve's acid-washed jeans.

It took a few moments for them to separate and put themselves back to rights before they were finally standing in front of her waiting for a verdict.

Robin looked from Steve to Eddie, then back again. She nodded towards Eddie before winking at her best friend. "If he dies, he dies."

"Thank you, Buckley," Eddie crowed, before turning on his heel and heading for the door.

"Where are you going," Steve called out.

Eddie turned back. "I gotta do some stretches, baby," Eddie said, rolling his neck. "I have plans." Eddie blew Steve a kiss before rubbing his hands together and walking out the door.

Robin looked at Steve, his hand still clenched in front of him where he had 'caught' the kiss, a bright red flush on his cheeks.

"I'm gonna marry that man," Steve murmured.

[icedbeverageenjoyer]

(📺🖤📺🖤📺🖤📺🖤📺🖤📺🖤📺🖤📺🖤)

Mr. Puzzles has manufactured everything about himself, including his voice: (A long post!! 📺)

A thing I've noticed is just how often his voice changes, most notably when he's switching from his deeper narrator voice to his more energetic showman voice in the promo trailer. ^^^

Here's another example from the song. Both lines are said in two distinct voices, none of them being the usual one we hear from him. One has a more pronounced Transatlantic accent and the other has an American one. We can assume someone else is talking and he just overlays himself on top, but he is explicitly the one shown to speak in that moment. ^^^

This next one might be a stretch, but I think the supporting female vocals could be him as well. It is heavily implied he works alone and doesn't trust others with his vision so it kinda makes sense that he would also sing the song on his own. (If that's true damn does he have a good voice) ^^^

Even the critical podcast host could be him. The first voice is deeper and rougher while the second is more sly and has a distinct influxion that is unique to Puzzles, so they could be just his inner thoughts and insecurities audibly manifesting through some complicated technical means.

He is alone in his office, staring at all the monitors that display his hard work. And he is not satisfied. His mind begins to wander and his self doubt begins to manifest out loud in the form of others criticizing him, further fueling his crippling perfectionism. ^^^

Also here, when his lifelong dream is finally met he can't contain his (ever so slightly malicious) glee, and his voice deepens and begins to glitch out. ^^^

Also a bit unrelated but did y'all notice that when he says 'crying' he is shown with his crazy big smile? You know, his main expression on all the promotional material.

Conclusion?

I think his upbeat showman voice isn't how he usually sounds, but what he thinks others would like him to sound like. He has to keep up the energy that the audience has come to expect of him so he manufactured the perfect tv host voice to keep as many tuned in as possible.

I headcanon his real voice to be deeper, raspier and very monotone. I think that while he was smoking he had to turn off his voice synthesizer so the smoke won't damage it, which is why he doesn't talk in the scene. He has lost every bit of himself by molding into what he thinks people would like, and any reminder that he was once someone else makes him uncomfortable.

I'm going insane chat.

[cabinseventheaterchick]

I literally hate you

Ok I know I'm new and stuff but who was gonna tell me that the wine dude tells us all that we're his kid until we know we aren't?!? That was 100% a possibility, I mean it still is... And you're telling me he does this to everyone 🤦

He does it to everyone, it’s better not to warn new campers than to have dish duty for a month 😭 - 🃏Valentina Diaz��

[snivyartjpeg]

Plz tell us more abt ur swap AU :)

the yomi/yuma swap? ohoho you sly dog! you'll have me monologuing! ;)

(rain code spoilers below. also strap in because this is Long)

so one thing i like to do with these aus is make it so the characters themselves are still... themselves. so instead of a simple "what if yuma was fucked up and evil while yomi was a good detective" it's more like "what aspects of these characters would make them take this different path?"

first off ill give the general roleswaps i think would occur in this au, which go like so:

yuma <--> yomi

shinigami <-> martina (who would be called shinigami in this au since she's the death god, but i will be calling her martina and calling shinigami... shinigami to avoid confusion)

halara <--> swank

desuhiko <--> guillaume

fubuki <--> dominic

vivia <--> seth

yakou <--> aide/hitman

i wont be going too much into detail about the others who aren't yuma and yomi because, trust me, this manifesto is long enough, but i think that the detectives in this au would be a ragtag group of assholes who slowly grow into a found family while the peacekeepers are already a cohesive, established, competent unit of people who all get along quite well, because there is something very scary about the enemy having the power of friendship on their side.

the detectives:

ill start with yomi. so, he's number one in this au. but he's got a different attitude than our canon number one- his methods have little to do with just solving everything on your own. in fact, he believes a good detective takes advantage of everything and everyone at their disposal to reach a solution. canon yomi is real good at hiding behind people and using them for his own means, which is how i think this yomi develops coalescence- he depends on others by using them. in this case, i think coalescence wouldn't require any consent as long as yomi manages to make hand-to-hand contact at any point. amnesiac yomi won't know this, though, as martina will tell him he needs consent and to hold hands the whole time, like canon yuma (i actually think the rules are the same for canon yuma and that number one just lied to shinigami about the rules to force himself to depend on others, but that's like a whole other unrelated thought process lmao).

as number one, he's also got a real strong sense of justice (at least, his definition of justice) and punishes criminals with sadistic glee. though, he doesn't care for punishing innocent people. it's not as fun, and he hates making mistakes.

he's essentially a fanatical megalomaniac leader who still chooses to do the right thing, enacting righteous justice while using the tools at hand... even if said tools are people. a very "end justifies the means" kind of guy.

he makes a pact with shinigami martina for similar reasons as canon number one does- to not only solve kanai ward's ultimate secret, but also to circumvent the police corruption in the city and take justice into his own hands. after selling his memories, he reverts back to the person he was before he rose to the top as number one- a spoiled brat delinquent with a huge ego, but too rough around the edges when it comes to his detective skills. i think he'd spend a lot of time throughout the events of the game brashly trying to do everything on his own, as if he has to prove himself, and that backfiring on him so he has to learn instead to humble himself and gain the help of his colleagues

martina would be a much more serious shinigami, but she'd also be,,, pretty much the same amount of sadistic, smug, and horny lol. yomi is also more enthusiastic about martina coming onto him as opposed to yuma's very Kodaka Protagonist™ reactions to shinigami's advances. yomi could also just be coldly indifferent too, but i feel like he at least gets a little something over being called "Master" all the time.

also. yomi is probably not nearly as upset about using shinigami to kill people as yuma. he still gets his philosophy on justice challenged when killing the aetheria academy girls and his chief zilch, because... well, they had some Pretty Understandable Reasons to do what they did. it could teach him something about how it's wrong to just go about killing people, even if they are criminals. or something nuanced like that.

anyway, as for the other detectives in this au, i think they have an overall arc about learning to get along. the canon WDO already has this vibe where the master detectives are fairly pompous and off to themselves, so the NDA being a group of selfish, antagonistic assholes isn't too far off. over time, however, they form some close bonds with each other. they also have the fortes of the detectives they swapped with, just flavored to their style. sorry i dont feel like coming up with new fortes. for example, dominic might have a more mechanical clock flavor to his time rewinding instead of a natural bloodline related skill (this could also play into fubuki being a forteless clockford and feeling some jealousy towards a detective who can do exactly what she's always wanted to be able to do)

speaking of fortes, guillaume gives us girl yomi in chapter 2 💖 her motivations aren't the same as desuhiko's- she just likes the idea of dressing yomi up and sneaking into a place. and for the rest of ch 2... it's safe to say that kurumi is definitely not a love interest in this case lmao. yomi doesn't strike me as someone who would get a crush at first sight, especially not for someone like kurumi. maybe this au's kurumi is into bad boy detectives and has a one-sided crush on him. idk. i don't even care about the romance in canon.

each chapter, yomi has to lean on his colleagues for help and (very reluctantly) softens up as a person when hanging out with them. by the end of the game, they're all good friends who respect each other, even if they still get on each other's nerves.

imagine how fucking funny all of the gumshoe gabs would be.

now for the bad guys:

yuma is a little trickier to address in this au because him being a villain requires a level of narrative complexity that canon yomi just,,, doesn't have. but they still have to play the same role in this story as a threatening and ruthless antagonist to keep the tension. for this, i think yuma takes more after canon number one, because frankly, number one has all the tools to be a villain but simply chooses to be good (through... questionable methods)

so this yuma, above all else, is a perfectionist. he hates crime, chaos, and unsolved mysteries more than anything. he, just like yomi, has a very strong sense of justice and even has good intentions: he wants to create a city in which everyone is happy. to him, kanai ward should be a utopia, a little piece of heaven in this shitty world.

but the way he tries to achieve this is through absolute control. he figures, as long as he's in control, there'll be no crime. too many differing opinions of what is and isn't justice and happiness exist, so he thinks it's simpler to stick to his own "perfect" ideas on the matter. he has to make all of the decisions for this city on his own. no one else can do it.

(and there lies irony in the fact that he cannot control his own happiness, no matter how much he forces a smile. abandoning emotions for the sake of his job includes even the positive ones, and it's miserable. not that he has time to unpack all that.)

the sweet, kindhearted yuma we all know is still in there too- it's actually how he ends up recruiting his loyal peacekeepers into his ranks. he manages to gain halara's trust over time as they work under him, learning about their secret affinity for cats and deciding to even assist in their cause. he gives desuhiko the platform he's always wanted to perform on, and now he has a show similar to how canon guillaume has one. fubuki, despite being an heir to the clockford family, lacks any powers and feels inadequate, so yuma grants her cybernetic enhancements to become the powerful protector she wants to be. vivia was basically standing on the ledge, ready to meet his end before yuma came along to show him the kindness he needed to keep going. through this, he creates a cast of people who are devoted to doing his bidding, even his more morally dubious requests.

and yakou, his loyal hitman, has essentially the same story as canon: his wife died, and he got his revenge. though, this time, he survived. despite this, he feels unsatisfied with his revenge. it's a hollow victory, and it doesn't make up for what he lost. the murder he committed was investigated by yuma, who solved the tricky case on his own after the peacekeepers couldn't crack it. but yuma didn't feel right punishing the man after learning why he did it (and, as far as yuma was concerned, huesca was a blight upon amaterasu corporation anyway... this is a convenience). yakou's murder plot was clever, impressive, and nearly impossible to solve, so yuma decides to show him mercy at the price of taking on a "cleanup job." yakou, unsatisfied with his revenge, agrees to yuma's terms, hoping that with each kill, maybe, just maybe, it'll make up for the loss of his wife.

also i suppose i also have to address his right hand, shinigami. yuma is completely emotionless in this au because, despite how much he cares for all of his underlings, he also knows better than to get too attached. even if they all may be convinced he loves them, the truth is that if they disrupt peace in kanai ward, they, too will be disposed of. that being said, i think he and shinigami are still in some freaky ass relationship like canon yomi and martina, though shinigami is very obviously way more into it. would this yuma cube her? perhaps not. he doesn't like unnecessary cruelty, nor does he care to keep a compressed corpse on his person. but i can still see him sending her to be executed for failing to perfectly run an investigation on top of failing to quietly get rid of the detectives (he told her to get rid of them, so she thought showing off with a big Boom-Kill would make him happy! ... it didn't)

yuma may care for the people of his city, but ultimately, he understands that peace and perfect justice cannot always be achieved by being nice.

he doesn't enjoy it, but he still carries out the executions of criminals because it's a "necessary step towards peace." he tortures people because he "has to." because there's "no other way to get them to talk." and while yuma wants the peacekeepers to carry out their jobs with perfection and truth, he pressures them too much, and this attitude leads to the peacekeepers trying to make their first assumptions seem correct while refusing to acknowledge the flaws in their investigations.

... also, he quietly disposes of people who challenge his position or his methods because they simply wouldn't understand. he can't trust them to understand. how could these common people determine what's right and wrong on their own?

that last group of people are the worst to him- those who try to disrupt the order in this city, because disruption leads to imperfection. imperfection leads to injustice. injustice leads to chaos. and his biggest disruptors are detectives, which is why he hates them.

i think yomi would start off not scared of yuma at all, but over time he realizes just how cold and cruel yuma can be. all the while, yuma takes a little joy in teasing the detectives and getting the upper hand. he likes to be right, to watch them squirm as their shortcomings justify all of the sacrifices he's making. and, more importantly, their little rivalry almost makes him feel something.

when yuma eventually gets arrested in chapter 4 for his corruption (i don't think money would motivate him, but he simply sees bribery as another tool to keep everything under strict control), he doesn't throw a fit like yomi does in canon. instead, he's very calm and quiet. he almost drops his constant smile. almost. it twitches a little, but remains the same as always. he concedes that he lost, and tells the detectives they've done well.

yomi gets the feeling this isn't the last they'll see of him.

anyway, chapter 5 plays out similarly where yomi and makoto duke it out. i'd imagine their rhetoric and dialogue would be super different but they still come to the same "let's have kanai ward decide for itself" solution because, at this point in the game, yomi has enough respect for others to say that. wait... makoto...

OH YEAH. MAKOTO CHANGES TOO

so obviously, being number one, his appearance resembles yomi now lol. i think he keeps yomi's natural blue hair color and slicks it back so he's not rockin the emo bangs. also, he's way better than yomi at holding in his anger, so he comes off as a lot more put-together, even if he seems really smarmy. he's real manipulative and slippery like canon yomi, but his theatrics lie more in being off-putting rather than throwing temper tantrums. basically, he's yomi if he was actually charismatic lol. he gets his way not through sheer power and money, but through careful social navigation. sometimes, much to his own chagrin, that requires being polite

aaand that's all the stuff i can think of for now! thank you for asking! i know it's A Lot but when i start thinking enough about hypothetical changes that'd happen from a swap, i get super into it lmao. there's also something interesting to be said about if yuma and yomi were the only ones that swapped (we love unexplored character dynamics) but i thought it'd be more fun to touch on the others and how they'd be in their new respective roles because, at the end of the day, both detectives and peacekeepers are a bunch of cops lmao. it's a lot more interchangeable than it seems, y'know?

[justsescape]

You struggle to waddle your way up the path, every nerve in your chest screaming under the weight of your own sloshing breasts getting knocked around by your knees with every step. Misato's breasts loomed behind you, dominating the horizon of the small island you both had been moved to. Your eyes set on your small cabin, desperate for the couch within. Wondering what Asuka will say.

You had just finished milking Misato with your open cockpit mech, for your growing breasts to overflow out of, that had been thrown together once modifying your Eva was ruled out. Every two or three hours you needed its giant mechanical arms to squeeze & milk Misato's titanic breasts into the dry docks built along the beach. Partially to avoid the ecological damage of flooding a beach with that much milk but primarily to let Misato drink her own intoxicating milk. Even though new docks had just been added, she was already filling them too, leaving the rest to you...

Despite the obvious objections that Misato living off of her breast inflating milk would only accelerate her condition, no one could find another practical way to continuously get the calories she needed now to her. She's just so high up on her towering breasts, buried in her own cleavage where she writhed within her hopelessly sexual flesh in constant ecstasy. So the docks' plumbing drained and pumped her milk into a funnel back to her. Though, privately, she also enjoyed yours and Asuka's milk regularly when you take turns visiting her both socially and for giving in to the increasingly insatiable urges that bubbled between you all now.

Your own milk was getting out of control quicker than you thought it would. Command was satisfied with your excuse that stray milk drenching the mech was unavoidable but with guilty, devilish glee, you still craved hers. Of course the showers of milk while draining her were on purpose, you've pleasured yourself under the creamy waterfalls of her nipples, you've drank from her funnel when she indulged in your breasts within the consuming depths of her quaking belly's fat within the towering folds of her cleavage, even swam in the milk filled docks. Every night you scolded yourself for how unsustainable this was but every morning you gave in to temptation, luxuriating in your lustful paradise.

You can hear Asuka's overly dramatic sighs of frustration as you near the door. She wasn't supposed to be there but under the guise of insisting she could take better care of Misato or jealousy for your attention, she was there for the same taste of paradise as you. Despite all the unrelated berating when Asuka first arrived, she didn't last a day before surrendering herself to Misato's milk. She craved the euphoric release of surging flesh, release from anxiety as milking sparks every nerve to blind & consumes every sense, release from expectation as evermore sensitive flesh traps you deeper in endless indulgence.

"What took you so long?! I'm so full, I've been bursting at the seams, stuck milking myself! Do you even care?" Asuka yelled from the kitchen wearing a bodysuit torn down the center with the remnants of a hopeless bra hanging from it.

Your own breasts let out a splash of milk as you collapsed on the couch, full and overstimulated too. As you catch your breath, looking down at your lap filling breasts, you see them inch away from you, growing again already. Giggly joy bubbles in your throat as new nerve endings sparkle to life in your longer, thicker nipples. Your breasts & nipples surged past your trembling knees and down like erotic spears charging forward.

"Don't waste any of my dinner!" She teased as she rushed over. Asuka loomed over you, still so tall and lithe as her volleyball-sized breasts spilled out of her torn bodysuit, swaying overhead.

You try to reply but she steps into & straddles one of your breasts; the pressure from Asuka's thighs around you overriding your few thoughts left. Trapped by your involuntary, blissful convulsions, Asuka lowers a nipple into your mouth and leans in until your vision & face are consumed by her plush flesh. You feel her own convulsions, writhing, and moaning on top of you as her suffocating breast softens & loosens as you drain her. You're only afforded a brief, sweaty gasp of air as Asuka quickly drowns you in her other taut, leaking breast. Not that you're especially desperate to escape her throbbing nipple your mouth struggles to fit as it overflows your tastebuds and body with ecstasy and her thighs' crushing, ever wetter grip around you overflows your worries with bliss.

As she pulls away, your eyes soften on each other, both of your sweat-glistening breasts heaving to catch a breath. Asuka's thighs unclenches as she slides down your sensitive, drenched skin, driving you mad with another wave of gleeful spasms. Asuka settles down in the leaked pool of your milk in front of your nipples as she gives in to her growling stomach. You struggle, in between erupting fits of pleasure, to tell Asuka she'll need to start milking Misato soon.

"So lazy, need me do everything for you...", her mouth attempted to say, muffled in between gulps, "... for the best, I'm better. Misato likes my milk more too."

You can't suppress a chuckle that so far away from life, with nothing to do but indulge like cows in heat, Asuka was still so competitive. Sensing any potential belittling, Asuka bites & pulls your growing nipple to overstimulate your mouth shut and return your legs to their desperate grinding.

...

You wake up, unaware exactly where in that sea of pleasure you passed out. Your relaxed shoulders catch you off guard as you realize you've slept an entire night for the first time since arriving. Painful, tugging tightness pulls you back though as your breasts beg for release. Actually, your dramatically bigger breasts to your surprise.

Your breasts flowed to the floor, each as tall as the couch, with forearm sized nipples leaving puddles of milk around you. You're as big as Misato was when you first reunited so long ago. As your hands caress and explore your newly heaving, perfect flesh, you feel your skin stretch under your finger tips. Blissful shivers run up your spine as you realize you're still growing.

Asuka bursts through the door, her hair fizzy with frustration and eyes heavy with exhaustion. A taut, overly full pot belly atop fattening hips and thighs thick enough to touch emerged from between Asuka's now torso covering breasts.

"Told you I could handle it!" Asuka insists in between heavy breathes as she lurches towards you. "Just one little nap before ..." she trailed off as she collapses in front of your breasts, completely hidden behind them. Goosebumps race across your body quickly though as you feel her curl up & settle into your breasts' warm, consuming embrace, her mouth idly suckling the side of your inflated nipple. You even hear her snore as milk erupts from your edged nipples across the room with your every trembling twitch.

Your head falls back as you writhe into indulgent oblivion.

-Kayla💕

[OH. MY. GOD.]

[I have NO IDEA what I did to deserve such a LOVELY ask like this, but WOW. What a fantastic read, Kayla. Thank you SO MUCH. I think you should be the writer here and not me!]

[the-s1lly-corner]

Ookay this one is really really tooth rotting fluff level

Tadc x reader who just realized christmas is coming, and is freaking out with absolute glee and childlike wonder

TADC cast x reader who loves christmas!

AAAAAA im so so sorry i could have sworn i answered this but i guess i didnt??? i promise i didnt mean to leave this in the inbox this long on purpose i think i must have lost track of stuff </3 regardless, i hope you enjoy! admin must admit, asides from presents and the christmas tree, he doesnt do many holiday activities so... admin is underqualified for this but hes still gonna try! a lot of the character segments intertwine in this btw! like not in a "similar idea" thing but in a "they are actually overlapping and interacting with one another" way so !! side note unrelated to the post eheheheh the second batch of macarons have been piped! theyre now on the counter set out to dry, and ive got my ganaches out to get to room temperature so i can whip em up into a frosting :3

CAINE:

oh i just know that caine would lean hard into holiday stuff, plus i think he has the best sense of time in the digital world out of everyone.. plus he just seems like the kind of guy to celebrate all sorts of holidays, not just christmas! year round stuff, you know? not just winter... so you guys would likely team up and totally deck out the grounds to match the holiday spirit! sure caine on his own already puts in way too much effort decorating everything, he even makes it snow! but with you around he cranks it up to 11! lets just hope there arent any scrooges around, though.... also prepare yourself because he would definitely find a way to have christmas music play on loop in the background... somewhere... ambient music but its festive songs... i think caine is also the one responsible for most of the presents, since he can basically get most things with just a flick of his wrist! ooooo perhaps a date (platonic or romantic! up to you!) where you guys wrap the gifts together!

POMNI:

funny enough, while i usually think pomni would SUCK at cooking, i think she can make a mean hot coco. granted, hot coco and/or hot chocolate arent the hardest things to make, but... i dont know, its just different when she makes it... (recommendation from the admin, add a bit of cinnamon or nutmeg to your hot coco its a game changer frfr, this goes for a lot of chocolate stuff, actually. its like the chocolate-coffee effect but like. makes a different flavor profile. add a bit of nutmeg to your chocolate chip goodies. rn.)

anyways! pomni always keeps you supplied with hot coco, and honestly it benefits you both! keeps you nice and warm, plus its delicious; and it gives pomni something to do... i mean, its christmas... surely she can take it easy from trying to find the exit... just for the season... helps with her anxiety about the whole situation, you know? making digital food sure is weird, though...

RAGATHA:

as mentioned in gangles part, she joins you and gangle in helping making a skirt for the tree! keeping up with the idea of sewing things, i think she would also make stockings for everyone; leaving most of them blank so everyone can customize them however they like... but you and her get together to decorate your own together and just !! i just think thats sweet! depending on how soon caine starts putting the christmas stuff around, you and her might be able to make some ugly sweaters for yourselves! thats a christmas thing, right? oooo and they match.... OOOO YOU GUYS MAKE AN EXTRA LONG SCARF FOR YOU GUYS TO SHARE!!!! rolls around... she makes you mittens so you can go mess around in the snow caine put all over the grounds

JAX:

snowball fight. and i mean really intense once. in fact it wouldnt be too much of a stress to call it a snowball WAR! honestly jax might just be the type to put rocks in his snowballs.... but because this is meant to be nice and sweet, he wont... just this once, and because he feels TOO mean crushing your holiday spirit (even if your digital body would quickly recover from the possible injury...)

you guys make forts and go absolutely ham. the stuff ragatha had made for the two of you! i mean sure you guys cant succumb to hypothermia, buuuuuuuuuut being really painfully cold still sucks... but the sweaters help you guys stay out for longer to play! and you can perhaps ask pomni to make some hot coco

oh yes its all coming together

ooo perhaps you convince jax to make snow angels and snowmen with you... though, i think jax would make the snowmen purposefully unappealing... but maybe you think hes actually trying his best... oh you jolly little thing..

KINGER:

okay so i admit this one might be a stretch and its mostly because his robe already has the fur and he gives off grandpa energy (even though hes only 48 but hey some grandpas become grandpas young) but imagine somehow someway he dresses up as santa (and i say that loosely, his robe turns red and the fur turns a plain white), bonus if he wears a hat to tie in the entire look. while caine is the one getting the gifts and wrapping them, i like to think kinger would ask to be the one to put them under the tree at an ungodly hour. sweet man. chews

as for an interaction with the reader... hmm.. hes the last character im writing, everyone else already has their parts done... the one christmas activity i can think of that hasnt been taken yet is baking! honestly i can see him being a decent chef! maybe its the dad/granddad energy speaking to me again... perhaps its the admin projecting... buuuut imagine you two make shaped cookies togehter; stars, candy canes, trees, bells, ect... and you ice them together! sure they may not be the prettiest or look the most professional; but does that really matter when youre having fun? they still taste delicious!

ZOOBLE:

ok i get it, i tend to lean hard into the zooble being negative and/or unimpressed with things a liiiiiiiiittle too often, but again zooble doesnt strike me as the type to enjoy most holidays. they seem more of a halloween person to me, you know? though, i think that they would switch out their antennae for ones that resemble antlers more... or if they dont have those, they string lights up on them! all for you, just because they know how excited the holiday makes you. they dont care about many things, but they care about you... and if it means doing (harmless) things they normally wouldnt do, then so be it! dont expect them to get in on many holiday activities, though...

GANGLE:

you and her make decorations for the grounds and the giant digital tree caine put in the main common area! handmade ornaments, paper stars and snowflakes, things like that! you and gangle stay up take cutting each thing, applying the colors and the glitter and any small details.... dozens of times.... because caine chose a tree that was way too big than it needed to be.... oh you might have to have gangle on your shoulders so she can reach the higher points of the tree! sits and thinks.... ooouuuuuuuuugh you guys make a skirt for the tree together with the help of ragatha... little group activity... sobs...

[omnivorousshipper]

I'm a new and very late Shobbs shipper and I just wanted to thank you for all the amazing fics you wrote for this fandom. I'm still taking my time reading all the fics, but I'm loving them so much ~ Alpha Hobbs x Omega Shaw (also mpreg) is my fave thing and you fed me so well 🙏🥰

Hello!! It's never too late to enjoy a ship! Especially one that I still love and writing for. I hope you continue finding fics you love!

And yasss! I can never get enough Alpha x Omega Shobbs! (And mpreg lol!)

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The world swam as Deckard blinked away the nausea that threatened to take over him. Swallowing thickly, he forced himself to take deep breathes through his nose.

Easier said than done.

Slowly, Deckard tried to rotate his wrists but the thick layers of duct tape kept them pinned to the arms of the chair. The same sticky substance kept his legs tied to the chair legs and his mouth gagged. A band of duct tape was also wrapped around his chest, squeezing his ribs and restricting his breathing as well.

Over all, the position left his round belly exposed.

He couldn't reach down and wrap his arms around it. Nor could he curl his body around it. The need to protect his unborn child was screaming inside him and there was no way for him to act upon it.

A constant growl persisted against the tape as a last measure against his captors.

Much to their amusement.

"Man, Hobbs sure picked himself a cute omega, huh?"

The leader of the gang sneer at him, twisting hid already hideous features. He was wiry, with mismatched proportions that made his gait unsteady as he strode up to Deckard. As the man's veiny hand reached out, Deckard's eyes widened.

He wouldn't dare-!

A gentle caress ghosted against Deckard's stomach and he jerked violently. He tugged on his wrists uselessly, only to the man's credit.

"Aw, do you want your alpha, little omega?" The man crooned and gave a sickly sweet smile. Deckard continued to try and pull his body away from him, but to no avail. "I bet Hobbs treats you so nicely. He even knocked you up with a pup! An omega's dream."

All around them, the man's goons snickered.

Glaring straight into the man's eyes, Deckard silently vowed to kill the man as slowly as possible. If he wasn't seven months pregnant, he would've already been out of his bonds and torturing the man feeling up his belly.

So focused on staring into the man's eyes and trying to telepathically describe the ways Deckard wanted to kill him, Deckard didn't notice when the man's hand moved to cup his cheek.

Twitching harshly, Deckard moved his head away but the hand quickly grabbed his face. Thin fingers squeezed his cheeks with such force, Deckard swore he was receiving instant bruises.

"I wonder what an alpha like Hobbs would do if he found out his little omega smelled like another alpha," the man wondered aloud. Deckard wanted to bare his teeth. "Let's find out."

The man's rotting breath filled Deckard's nostrils and he nearly lost the battle against his nausea. The malicious spark of glee in the man's eye gleamed and the sound of his goons' amusement was suffocating.

Fear clawed up Deckard's throat as he desperately wished to be out of this situation.

He would never allow another person to touch him! He would never betray Luke like that!

Luke was his partner, his mate, the father of his child.

Deckard loved him too much to allow his captor to live after this.

Keeping the man's unrelenting gaze, Deckard continued to rotate his wrists and felt the tape loosening.

--

Luke could barely keep from physically and verbally ripping out his comrades' throats so much if they looked at him.

His alpha side was howling and scratching at him to draw blood. How dare someone take his mate!

It had taken a few years of rigorous courting to convince Deckard he had been genuine, but when the omega had finally smiled at him and offered his neck for a bonding bite, Luke knew he had found the one.

Deckard was the perfect partner for him. Not only did he challenge Luke, but he was able to read him through and through. Nobody else had been able to keep up with Luke in almost all areas of his life. On the field, at home, or dealing with problems from the mundane to the insane.

When Luke had first met Deckard, he hadn't wanted to hurt the omega. Until Deckard had beat his ass and thrown him out a window.

Luke should have realized that's the moment he literally fell for the omega.

But now, his mate was in trouble. His alpha was berating him for leaving his pregnant mate without protection, and couldn't help but agree. He should've been there for his mate. Then maybe a crazed criminal with a vendetta against Luke wouldn't have kidnapped Deckard.

Pressing his foot even harder against the gas pedal, Luke felt his muscles tightening with adrenaline. He needed to get to Deckard. Now.

Behind him was his backup, struggling to match his truck's pace. But Luke didn't care about them at all. He would kill the bastard that thought he could mess with Luke and his mate.

After what felt like an eternity, they finally arrived at the abandoned building they had tracked the kidnappers to. As Luke opened the door, he could hear screaming.

"Fuck! Deckard!" Luke shouted, fearing the worst.

At a full sprint, Luke slammed into the decapitated front door and splintered the door into pieces. Holding up his gun, Luke felt his heart in his throat as he surveyed the room.

Only to find several bodies lying across the floor and Deckard brutally snapping another finger of the man that had kidnapped him. Pure rage shown in Deckard's eyes as he snarled and spit at the bleeding and broken man underneath him.

"Filth like you have no right to touch me!" Deckard's words were a raw growl. "I swear to you, I will make you regret even laying eyes on me!"

With those words, a knife was plunged into the man's thigh, a high pitch scream followed it. Deckard didn't hesitate to twist the knife violently in the meat of the man's leg.

Luke could see other stab wounds already on the man. None life threatening if treated right away, but if not, he would bleed to death.

"Only my alpha is allowed to touch me!" Deckard hissed and pulled the knife out.

Before he could bring the knife down again, Luke leaped forward and wrapped his arms around Deckard.

"Easy, Deck, easy," Luke whispered into the omega's ear. At first, Deckard's body was stiff and ready to attack, but it quickly relaxed as Deckard took in his scent.

"Luke..."

Next to the whimpering, dying man, the mates embraced each other.

Luke felt as if he was home. Deckard's body slotted against his perfectly, his belly cradled between their bodies protectively. Deckard shoved his nose against Luke's neck and breathed deeply, drinking up his scent. Luke did the same, nosing against Deckard's mating scar.

As Luke scented Deckard, he could smell traces of another alpha. The one Deckard had been torturing.

"He put his hands on me." The words weren't begging for forgiveness from Luke for allowing another to touch him. No, Deckard was beyond furious that someone had dared to think they had any right to put their disgusting hands on him and his child.

"You showed him, Deck. Let's go home," Luke soothed him.

"Not until he's dead!" Deckard snapped.

Now, Luke wasn't sure if that was the hormones talking, or Deckard's unrelenting need for revenge. Maybe both.

"This isn't healthy for the baby," Luke told him firmly. With those words, Deckard immediately deflated. "Killing several people is too much strain on your body, Deck."

"They were going to hurt my baby!"

"I know," Luke sighed. "I'm glad you're both safe. Let's get you home so you can rest."

Gently holding his arms, Luke helped Deckard to his feet. The omega purred as his arms wrapped around him. Smiling down at him, Luke began to lead him out.

But not without a swift kick to the asshole still bleeding out at their feet.

~~~

I hope you enjoyed, friend!

[ladyyellow-thegremlin]

What the TMA fear you kin the most says about you

The Eye: you’re a whump fan, aren’t you? So am I, no judgement; we can take unreasonable and unbridled glee in the suffering of fictional characters together. You’ve been to the darkest corners of the internet, and for your curiosity, you have been killed internally. Oh, and you love fictional suffering but you act like a little bitch if you even get so much as a stuffed nose.

The Dark: you’re probably a fan of weird-core/kid-core, and you’re pretty spooky. Basic, but not in a bland way, in the way that you are the core, the beginning, the monster that lurks in the shadows of everyone’s mind. You probably also have a thing for cults but that’s optional. You’ve got a great imagination.

The Web: you’re either a manipulative bastard, have been manipulated in the past, or have been manipulated in the past and as a result decided to learn the game and become a manipulative bastard. You’re also a theater kid, and I mean that derogatorily. If not literally, you still are in spirit. Sorry. You might also be a Melanie Martinez fan but that one’s optional.

The Spiral: You’re a Will Wood fan. You probably haven’t actually done any psychedelic drugs, but you still act like someone who has. You experienced hallucinations in middle school. You’ve also been gaslighted: like a lot. You’ve got mental problems but also extreme imposter syndrome that keeps you from actually seeking help. You’re also an annoying little bastard (affectionate), but that’s unrelated. It’s me by the way, I’m with you on this one; we’re in this twisted little labyrinth together.

The Stranger. Like the Web, you’re a theater kid. However, where the Web is one of those obnoxious Shakespeare kids, you’re into musicals just as much as Shakespeare and make no distinction between the intellectual quality of the two genres. You either love Hamilton or hate it with a passion: there is no in between. You also have incredible fashion sense, you slay every day. You’re also depressed from reading Russian literature for fun.

The Flesh: You’re a little too into cannibalism, and it’s concerning. Like, you’d never ACTUALLY kill and eat someone, but you think about it a lot, probably while listening to Sodikken. Either that or you’re a vegan.

The Slaughter: You’re either a war nerd, or you just really like gore. Your music taste is either amazing or an absolute cringe fest. Maybe both depending on your perspective.

The Buried: Maybe you just really like Hozier and the idea of lying in an open grave like the ultimate Victorian goth: in which case I can get behind you. However, if you come at me with that cave or worm people crap, get the hell away from me. Spelunking is something that only psychopaths do. Do not interact with me. I like the sky and the rain on my face thank you VERY much.

The Vast: you’re one of those people who sits outside during thunderstorms. Alternatively, you’re probably fascinated by the ocean and probably love sharks. You also have thalassophobia. You probably also had a space phase as a kid. It’s me by the way I’m this person.

The Lonely: you’re just a sad little guy. Just a pathetic little fella. You’ve got no idea how to handle your emotions, and so shove everything down where you don’t have to think about it. You’re also chronically online. Go touch some grass today, okay? I promise people aren’t that scary once you actually take the plunge and talk to them.

The Corruption: You’re either really into mushrooms and entomology and think daily about letting the forest floor claim you; in which case I am one of you and fully support what you’re doing; or you’re one of those people who refused to wear a mask during COVID, and you probably haven’t cleaned your room in years. That place is nasty, and at this point your house should probably just be burned.

The Desolation: two words: feminine rage. You listen to the crane wives and Florence and the Machine, and either are a scary tall intimidating woman who knows how to dispose of a body, or are in love with a scary tall intimidating woman who knows how to dispose of a body. The relationship is toxic. Seek help.

The Hunt: you’re either a furry or a therian, aren’t you? You’re either a young kid obsessed with Madelyn Mei, or an asshole cop… who’s also a closeted furry.

The End: you’re a tradgoth. You’re an incredibly chill and nice person, and I would kill to hang out with you (pun not intended). You probably wanted to be a mortician until you learned how much paperwork and bureaucracy was involved.

The Extinction: you’re probably a punk with an affinity for gas masks. Your music taste is fire, and you’re probably an environmentalist. You’re young, but you’ve got a purpose and nobody’s gonna stop you. Good luck, my friend.

[summertimemusician]

Linktober Shadow Day 8

Majora('s Mask)

*throws bouquet of roses* For the Time lovers.

Also my bias is probably coming through really strongly right now, but I'm not well rested enough to care plus I've been playing Majora's Mask a lot again this month, it's as important to me as Twilight Princess so this is kind of my love letter to it and Time and my excuse to explore the concept of Majora and the Fierce Deity and divinity in LoZ, though that's an essay for another day lol (/j)

As always can be read as romantic or platonic depending on your preferences, Reader is gender neutral and this is definitely self indulgent so it can be read in or outside of an LU context, most of the references to the LU names are for simplicity and to give a rough idea of why Reader has some stuff they do. Makes it easier to clarify lol, though as I've been hit by yet another storm the Linktober prompt will be for tomorrow, I'm basically picking a god and praying this actually posts X_X

TW(?):

Don't think there's any warnings besides MJM's typical body horror really, and very graphic descriptions and Majora in general.

Even after so, so long, so much so it feels like a lifetime ago, Termina still stuck with you and Time.

The thing about being in a timeloop that went on for who knows how long and whose failure to reset it would be total destruction to so many good different people, is that you quickly learn some habits to try and maximize as many successes as possible, how Time (Mask, then, after the living nightmare of Termina, during the War of Ages, still Link though) quickly learned the location of each enemy he could, how you learned to call out the best way to quickly assess and take down an enemy as quickly as possible, how you both learned to watch each other’s backs and to care for the people and Termina to the point Link went from just a warrior to a healer, granted the trust of holding the crystalization of the hopes and dreams of the people of Termina that, even if they couldn’t remember it, wanted the cycle to end, wanted to hunt the threat to reality itself and purge it from the world. To bite down onto it’s neck and feel the thrill and glee and cutting down such an opponent.

Most importantly, after bleeding, crying, sweating and toiling against the unrelenting flow of time and insanity all brought upon by a lonely child being left alone and manipulated to commit heinous acts as ‘pranks’. It taught you and Time the importance of contingency plans, and about always, always being prepared for any and all situations, unlikely as they could be. Of taking through note of even the smallest detail that caught your eyes at a glance.

‘To defeat an abomination, you need one of two things: A deity, or a monster.’, you think cynically to yourself, stepping over Time’s fallen form as Warriors bolted over with blizzard forged fury in his cold, calculated movements to defend him in your stead as you called Hyrule over, the young man quickly starting to heal your Hero as you glare down at the disgusting stain on reality engaging Twilight and Wild all at once, gleeful at having watched the person you adored the most fall, bringing out the ultimate contingency from your cloak, you hadn’t even told him about it, because you prayed you’d never need to resort to this, ‘… Forgive me, Link. The first option isn’t doable here.’

Time was your everything, you knew how his story ended, with so much grief until he finally met Twilight again. You tried, you really did, to not allow yourself to love him but it was impossible because he was Link, the man who longed for adventure ever since he was young, embodying the freedom of the forest of life and death that made up the whole of Faron Woods and the Lost Woods and as steady as it’s moors, voice quiet and calm like a stream in the woods and with and with a smile to rival the warm sun and so, so heartbreakingly kind. Who protected and saved and healed people while slowly healing his own soul and who attempted to soothe his descendant’s pain the second he could even from beyond the grave.

And you’d be darned if you allowed anything to take him from you or the boys before his time without a fight. You couldn’t care less if he would eventually die as he was destined to in every timeline, it didn’t matter if it was futile, because he mattered, you loved him, and you’d keep him safe and happy for as long as you could.

It didn’t matter if one day tragedy will catch up to him, it mattered that he was loved while alive.

Even if you had to step on fire to make sure of it.

���Twilight, Wild. Step away.”, the edges of the spikes of the purple and crimson mask that haunted your nightmares as much as it did Time’s, it leered at you with it’s arsenic and pus eyes, picking apart at your weaknesses as it’s spikes dug into your hand as you tightened your grip to keep if from shaking. Tone falsely confident as you called to the Hero of Twilight and Wild to retreat.

(‘To defeat an abomination, you need a deity or a monster.’

The definition is awfully interchangeable, if you look at it.

You had found it, abandoned and in a dungeon Wind’s Era, not quite awake, but not asleep either. The eldritch hunger almost chocking you with it’s voracity, the darkness assessing, stalking, prowling and starving, it prodded at you but didn’t dig yet. It knew how to play the long game in it’s quest to stop feeling empty.

Funny thing is, so did you. You were a lot harder to break than the Skull Kid, would not break.

Majora wanted to cease, like how it had ceased before the Terminan Tribe ripped it from it’s slumber, taught it hunger, taught it cruelty, taught it how to manipulate and take amusement in consuming the wishes of mortals and their very souls only to never be satisfied. Had fueled it with wrath from being ripped from a lovely, endless dream of beautiful songs and a kind soul. To be torn from it’s fantasy and then left to rot.

You offered to grant it a proper rest. And so a deal was struck. Your one contingency if the situation was truly dire, in case you couldn’t get the Fierce Deity Mask instead -because you knew how Link was, he’d burn himself out until there was naught but ash. You refused to let it ever come to that, after his excruciating screams of pain had clawed an aching, hurtful place into your very soul-, and Majora was starving and desperate, a dangerous combination for any being but something you could use.

So be it, if to protect divinity you needed to become a monstrosity, a monster was what you’d be.

You’d keep him safe. And you knew that if the Fierce Deity put him down once, he could do it again in case you slipped. Between him and Sky you weren’t afraid at all of the risk.

Even if Time never forgave you for taking it.)

You smile bitterly, tearing up in spite of yourself as you see the second Time spots you and the cursed artifact in hand, eye wide, voice ripping from his throat in desperation, “I’m quite selfish, I’m sorry.”

His haunted expression cuts you deeper than any knife, as you knew it was an image that featured in many of your nightmares and his own. But you’re insatiable for his happiness, so you take the plunge.

“NO NO NO NO DON’T-“

You put on the mask, and you scream.

It’s like stepping on fire, a twisted, desperate tune, a note of discord, a belt of harmony and fury and most importantly, the mighty need to consume the one who had tried to take the one you loved away from you.

Defy death, defy entropy, defy chaos, defy flame and voracity.

You cling to your self control with a snarl, howling in defiance. Sinking your nails into the abyss’ throat and biting, tearing, holding, tasting rot and withered flowers and the writhing of shadows and the blood of distorted gluttonousdivinity on your tongue with savagery equal to the way the demon sinks it's spikes onto you. Chew on it’s tender, rotting flesh, quaff down the lukewarm pus of it’s heart and the rust of blood as it bites off your skin, stripping your mind into chunks as it nests into your ribs like the spikes of wild, dead roses when it finds your mind tougher to break and you BURN YOU ARE LIFE YOU ARE CHAOS AND YOU ARE DROWNING AND YOU ARE FLAME-

You move, and Majora’s laugh sounds like a scream and a song as reality howls.

Your bones, sinew, muscles, nerves, veins and teeth are reformed, the being pounces, dancing, swerving, whipping, cleaving, ripping and feeding into the monsters with putrid, revolting gusto. Whenever it’s attention even tries to waver towards the Heroes you sink your hold in harder, stubborn, you’re sure there’s blood dripping from your mouth beneath the mask, your eyes, your ears, as it reaches a crescendo of glee and pain. A human body isn’t meant to hold so much divinity at once, much less as wretched and horrific as Majora’s, but you don’t care, can’t care, when you’re holding onto yourself like a vice, refusing to give it even a single inch.

It doesn’t kill Dark Link, the bastard (the one who’d hurt Time, the one who would have finished him off if not for you and Warriors). But the screech the Shadow releases as it gets ripped to shreds and the ripple of it’s retreating form is enough to make you partially agree with Majora’s vicious, amused glee that it was satisfying. Even if the feeling of you allowing it to utilize your skin temporarily felt revolting and disgusting in a way it made you wish you were actually on fire, not just in so much pain in a metaphysical level that it sure rivaled being set on fire, frost burned and lightning struck all in one go.

All is still now, all is silent.

Now comes the difficult part.

'Are you quite sure?', whispers Majora, crooning like nails on chalkboards, and it’s spikes sink into you tighter when you grip the sides of it, teeth gritted as you start prying it out of your face, amused by your defiance, but no longer as hungry. You did allow it quite the meal, you bet nothing like fellow divinity tastes better to the being, like the taste of a forbidden fruit you were going to be unfortunately acquainted given you’re sure Dark Link’s blood is on your teeth.

'Yes.' comes your faint response, as your sanity frays in fragile threads, you think someone calls your name, but you are drowning, you are burning, and you know that if you don’t focus it will break you. And you’d be fully dead before you let that happen. If you’re going to die you’re going to die as a human.

'Tou are so, so cold… So cruel.' It drawls, the demon’s voice like the gnawing of rats, like maggots under you skin, you convulse, falling to your knees with a wounded keen and pull harder, you barely noticed someone falling by your side, frantically calling your name, but the mask’s eyes dim to an outsider’s perspective, resigned as it hums dreamily, 'I suppose that’s why The Divine Hunter cares for you so, why it’s vessel’s claim is so strong.'

Good, you were banking on it being sleepy, after gorging yourself on the enemy of your boys, Hylia’s gash and Din’s assets your mouth is going to taste putrid for months isn’t it?

Majora hisses, growls, howls and screeches, a brush against your essence as it retreats. Unwinding from every single cell of your body, distorting your atoms back to their proper shape. It still hurts, buy it’s more bearable, although you quickly notice you’re chocking on a different form of Divinity, more possessive, more wild but just as old and ferocious as it snaps at the retreating heels of the twisted, chaotic thorns. Making reality remember your own shape quicker at the cost of filling every crack consumed by the demon.

You swear that thing is smiling smugly at something else, teeth bared and very entertained, taking the suffering of the people of Termina and the cold revulsion in your veins with it as it retreats with it's cacaphony of voices to the shade, 'A shame. Feasting more would be delightful, but very well. We trust that though you hurt today, tomorrow you’ll make sure we head on our way.'

You don’t have the mind or heart to say anything else to it, for it grows silent as the spikes rip from the sides of your face, you bite of a tortured yell as the spikes rip off chunks of skin and flesh, clawing at the ground with, thankfully, soothing, perfectly regular fingers and nails, albeit cracked, you feel someone take their hand in yours, and you crack open an eye, carefully aware of the blood dripping down your face from the half removal of the heart shaped mask and the thrum of thunder replacing the cold in your veins with boiling, protective warmth.

Time.

“You shouldn’t be up already.”, you rasp, looking over his wounded form, healed by Hyrule, you shakily take your left hand to keep prying at the Majora’s Mask, only for him to take it gently in yours, you taste blood, the petrichor of the Lost Woods mist and pine on the back of your mouth, chasing the rot of Majora away.

“It’s nothing, we both know I’ve had worse.” He says, firmly shaking his head. His scarred eye is open, ivory like bone, the markings more vibrant and prominent with the ferocity of a god, he looks tired, and you attempt to speak, to apologize, to voice your worry because you knew channeling the deity without a conduit was a bad idea, before coughing, shaking from the aftermath of your reckless, reckless plan.

(You unfortunately can’t say you regret it much, though, when you silently bear the combined brunt of Time and Fierce Deity’s care once you reach camp and the protective way they act towards you. Even though Majora is long gone much to your resigned exasperation, and the rest of your boys amusement, but that is for much, much later.)

Time gently hums, it rings through you like thunder as he holds you close, tapping your neck in a rhythm you could recognize in your sleep for when he was about to pull arrows, blades or shrapnel from your skin, or was ready to have it done to himself, you immediately loosen yourself as much as possible, gripping his hand tightly as he rips the rest of the Majora’s Mask off, inert and lifeless as when you’ve both woke up from a new day, he holds you close as you try to breathe, reassuring himself you’re still here, “Don’t you ever scare me like that again. Please.” He pleads, begs, prays. He can't lose you too.

And you can’t help it, you smile as you cry crimson and russet tones from your eyes, holding him back as close as you dare to. He doesn’t hate you, you’re sure you’re going to soon participate in the argument of a lifetime. But Link doesn’t hate you, doesn’t see you as a monster any more than you could ever see him as anything but the kind companion you always knew.

So you let yourself nod, helpless to say no to him for anything really. And allow yourself to breathe, you’re both going to be alright.

[sprolden]

on season 2 of glee no one ask me how many episodes i watch a day. anyway i think it's kind of funny how every other episode is like

kurt: i am the only person who's out in the entire school and also the entire city and this makes my life so hard :( there's not a single other gay person i have ever met. in my life. :( brittany: I Am Attracted To Every Man And Woman On The Planet santana: slut! ok now let's make out brittany

also i need will schuester to die but that's unrelated. insufferable insufferable man

[wannaeatramyeon]

Goo Kim: Office Routines

Ok, here's an actual response to the earlier ask (sorta).

Goo likes to practice his smiles in the mirror.

Going for a particular flavour of wild and feral that is his trademark. In the early days he used to do it when he was bored, whenever and wherever, admiring his reflection on his phone. Then fucking Gun said he looked like a moron.

It resulted in five broken fingers (Gun's), one broken phone (Goo's) and one destroyed office (Crystal's).

On a completely unrelated note, they have been banned from stepping foot into Crystal's office.

On another completely unrelated note, that ban was revoked once Goo started shouting unsavoury things about the Four Crews from her doorway for anyone to hear.

Goo now practices his smiles in the morning before he leaves for the day. A daily affirmation of sorts, to get him in the mood. His winner's mindset.

"Morning!" Goo greets everyone with a grin, open-mouthed and completely insincere.

Recently he also began adding in some finger guns. Flipping off Gun after so many years did lose its effectiveness, after all.

But the first time he pulled out the finger guns at Gun, the aforementioned only said "Don't ever do that again." and walked away.

Well you can't just dangle something like that in front of Goo and expect him to a) listen to Gun fucking Park and b) stop.

So Goo does it all the time. To everyone. And he relishes how Gun twitches at the motion.

"Finger gun for Gun Park," Goo would laugh, as his partner tries to slap him away.

And when Goo has to do desk work. Which he really really hates, by the way.

Some report or another he needs to fill in or something about some gang uprising he should pay attention -

"Why?" he would ask whoever is within ear shot, "What's in it for me?"

"Your job," Charles had responded that one time he caught Goo whining.

"Sure thing, boss!" Goo responds with one of his smiles and finger guns, wishing it was an actual gun.

- that eventually Gun or Crystal or some poor lackey would have to sort because Goo never does it.

Instead, he reaches for his favourite intranet sites. The office message boards that he is the Great Overlord of. The one and only admin.

Goo catches up on the office gossip, the office grumblings over his eighth cup of coffee for the day. Grinning in glee at all the juicy tidbits people gladly spill under so-called anonymity.

Someone down on fifth is having an affair with someone on eleventh? Who is going to get fired for gross negligence?

Spoiler: it's not anonymous at all.

Of course these are the more boring office days. The ones filled with money and blood and violence are much more up his street.

Nonetheless, he makes the most of whatever life throws at him. Shitty office days and all.

For Goo and his job (where he's getting paid to fuck about and fuck people up?!) it really is as people say:

Do what you love, and you never have to work a day in your life.

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

do u know of any fanfics where Kurt performs a song or dance in glee club and it like gives Blaine a realization about himself

My first thought was, well it's canon, isn't it? Here are two that are based on that "Blackbird" performance.

Blackbird,Fly by  KHlove065

The day Blaine realized he was in love with Kurt started off like any normal day. (Basically everything Blaine was feeling leading up to and during Kurt’s performance of Blackbird)

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Remarkability by aelora

Kurt is the remarkable boy that Blaine has been looking for forever.

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These were identified in a previous ask by @hkvoyage as songs where Kurt sings for Blaine - they may not be glee club, but hope you like them. ~Jen

Drabble Awayby warblingaway

A series of unrelated drabbles originally posted on Tumblr. Contains lots of Klaine with appearances from the Warblers and New Directions. 

Note: Kurt sings S&M in Chapter 18. 

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Klissesby Crazy4Klaine

Just a bunch of different one-shots on how the Kliss could’ve happened. Though it was PERFECT anyway, there are still tons of other ways! The result? This story. #21: Prompt: Juliet Hummel-Anderson — …football!Blaine, cheerleader!Kurt…R&R!

Note: Kurt sings S&M in Chapter 21. 

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Sexy101 by Sweet Emii

Brittana gives Kurt a crash course on how to be sexy. Target? Blaine Anderson. Sixth Task: Sing, Strip, Dance, Klaine.

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Rockstarby annoyinggal07

Kurt proves to Blaine that he can be sexy. One Shot.

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Bet On Itby @grlnxtdr30

Mercedes overhears Blaine telling Kurt that his sexy faces looked like gas pains, and the Diva sets out to prove the boy wrong. An invitation and a bet are issued. Who knew a kids’ movie could be so…Filthy? One Shot!

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[ETA] Thank you anon for suggesting this fic.

Let Me Love You by  NotAloneDC 

Blaine is a twenty five year old new teacher at McKinley.  Hes very much gay and very much into a BDSM relationship, just never found the right guy to be with. Kurt is a seventeen year old student attending his last year at school. He is also very much gay and considered himself Sub. He thought he would have to wait until he was in New York before he found that special someone, who

Note: Kurt sings S&M in Chapter 22. This is a D/s fic with Dom!Blaine and Sub!Kurt.

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Wicked Glee bykaitouahiru

Blaine transfers to McKinley soon after Kurt blows the high F in Defying Gravity. Now he’s going to find a way to make Kurt sing that note. Klaine.

[destiny-in-the-universe]

I Made a Thing

Uh, okay. I don't know if this is going to reach the right audience, but I am literally begging that somewhere out there, the South Park community is thriving. I did not expect to be fixated with the series, except here I am; to those who haven't met me, I am a huge sucker for alternate universes, and recently - that has to do with superheroes.

So imagine my glee when I realized South Park had one; which is where a new project of mine comes in. I am struggling a little with it, but it's a retelling of the TFBW verse, only completely unrelated because I never fully learned about the AU and I want to make something different, but uh.

If anyone's curious about this universe, I will be here. At least until I can finish creating lore and the characters and all in order to bring the superhero blog to light. It's darker and angstier.

Also I have an unrelated idea with Mystechaos if anyone wants to hear about that one.

Hate will not be tolerated on this account, so! I just want to talk about my silly, little AU's at some point because the brainrot is real and the only way it will stop is through infodumping. I adore Mystechaos and Bunny so much, it's unreal.