#he blends in too well

[ask-all-might]

Have you ever thought of playing hide and seek inside a sunflower field?

"Visiting a sunflower field sounds nice, but I'm not sure the game of hide and seek would be fair on other participants..."

[hayden-christensen]

Incorrect.

HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN as DARTH VADER Ahsoka - Part Five: Shadow Warrior (2023)

[lorebird]

In which Ford struggles so badly to relate to other people that he wonders if he’s really human at all. The more isolated he becomes, the harder it is to reconcile with his own humanity.

[treasureplcnet]

assorted bodies doodles (transcript of that messy relationship square under the cut due to my handwriting/incoherency)

TAKE THESE W A GRAIN OF SALT i am like 90% joking:

hillinghead -> hasan, and vice versa: immediate mutual respect

hillinghead -> whiteman: he's incredibly smart, deceptively cunning but very kind. but he is also so annoying oh my god--

hillinghead -> maplewood: "please someone explain science fiction to me"

whiteman -> iris, and vice versa: two friends secretly think of the other as the sidekick

whiteman -> hillinghead: annoying him is quickly becoming a favorite pasttime

whiteman -> hasan: will not admit it but he wants parenting tips from her

hasan -> whiteman: has slipped a parenting book to him

hasan -> maplewood: deja vu about their future weirds her out a little, but she trusts her

iris -> hillinghead: fond of him from the time they spoke in the prison. enjoys fucking with him

iris -> hasan: SHE'S THE GOAT

[aashiyancha]

Lucemon!

[summertimemusician]

Linktober 2024, Day 1, Mirror (Self)

Alright here we go again.

Technically a sneak peak of a bigger thing to come in the future that I'm repurposing, and the result of my final playthrough and readthrough before EoW dropped being Four Swords Adventures and that made me sad about Shadow Link again.

Note that this is for the Four Swords Adventures iteration of Shadow Link that might evolve into an LU Shadow, not Dark Link in either LOZ or LU, I have other plans for him.

This one shot was brought to you by Scars by The Crane Wives, Ribs by The Crane Wives, Ruin by The Amazing Devil and Two Minutes by The Amazing Devil because the author's playlist decided to be incredibly cheeky when they blacked out to write this like an ancient seers being cursed with visions and then called mad and hearing they've been put up for execution.

As always the nature of the relationship can be romantic or platonic, mostly due to the author's time constraints and further plans.

Anyway enjoy the reading!

It was cold.

The sort of cold after a wildfire, when everything's turned back to ash, the sort that left burned your vision white after the flames licked through your veins and left an ache in your bones. He shuddered, coughed black onto the stone floor, shaking with a muffled whimper.

It never got any easier, being dragged from the Dark World and into the Realm of Light, the goddesses' world itself revolting against an intruder, wanting the wound torn asunder into their oh so precious realm cauterized. To purge the intrusion and smite it where it stands.

Too bad for them (and for him), his master didn't particularly care about what the world wanted. Didn't particularly care that he hadn't grow accustomed to the pain or the cold, he had to stand up. There was work to be done.

(Shadow gritted his teeth, willed himself not to think about the prophecy of a golden haired princess- because whether he liked it or not, it was prophecy. As those with divinity running through their veins are wont to spill from their throats so carelessly- of violet eyes and a smile a third moonlight and hands holding a hammer.

It always hurt more, after one of the heroes liberated one of the maidens, or the jewels, the pain lingering for days afterwards and carving a home in his metaphorical bones. But just this once he'd take the cold bite of the Four Swords over the pain in the hole in his chest that Vio's betrayal had left, something that felt so much worse than every other time before.

Just this once he wished that maybe, just maybe, the hurt would be too much to bear, that he wouldn't wake up again-

Why? Why does it hurt so much but he's still here? He already knew the Light was uncompromising and unforgiving, but he thought them at least above curses.)

His ears twitched as soft, almost silent footsteps came up to his side. Someone crouching by his fallen form, setting a cautious hand over his own that Shadow couldn't help but draw away from with a hiss, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the world again, to your face, carefully blank as you guided him to lean against your side, a silver choker with a crimson gem winked mockingly at him, the shade closing his eyes and going boneless against your side.

Shadow was so, so tired.

He heard you quietly sigh, plucking his cap from his head and running your fingers through dark amethyst, smoke and mist made hair. "I told you so."

"Shut up." He grumbled, nuzzling further into the crook of your neck. One clawed hand curling against your free wrist, digging into the skin. Absentmindedly noting there were new scratches just above the metal.

It was routine by now, the warmth of your existence against his own a welcome balm, not quite of the Realm of Light where it's unpleasant, not too close to the Dark World where he felt like melting back into the embrace of the darkness, only to howl in agony at being dragged out.

Memories not quite his own bled into his mind all the time. How you'd shape ice into flowers for the princess in winter with nary a though, of blinking and from one second to the next you'd have whatever sword he had hostage if you though it was time for a break with a smile brighter than the sun.

His master had changed that though. It took months for you to stop trying to claw the collar out and to stop trying to fight Vaati.

(Funny how holding a mage's dragon as a bargaining chip is just as effective as kidnapping a ruler.)

Your gaze flicked to the polished obsidian of the Dark Mirror, to the gold, ornate frame. "The offer is still open, you know. Let me take the suffering from you."

"No." He scowled, leaning back to glare into your eyes, a hint of fangs poking out from a maw struggling to keep the shape of a human jaw, "You helped him. Helped them." Shadow spat, there is that hurt again.

You shrugged, a movement that's just slightly awkward as you flinch, "That I did." You confirmed simply, it almost made Shadow see red as he leaned away, knocking your hand from his head in the process, but if there's anything him and the heroes shared, was a lack of a desire to hurt you. It was a little grating to be honest, "Vio even offered to take me with him, to be honest."

"Then why didn't you leave?" He demanded.

Why did you stick around?

Your eyes shuttered, a hint of conflict in your pursed lips. Before you found your words, they come out softly, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you why. You'll just have to find out yourself."

You tug your wrist from his grasp, and Shadow lets you go.

(Stubbornly pushing down on memories and emotions that arearen'tarenotanymore quite his.)

You stand and turn away, pushing the curtains away from your sight, you turn your tired eyes to Shadow with an emotion he can't put a name to. "Just keep it in mind that there's more than one way to end this. Nothing is truly inevitable."

Shadow watches you go. 'There's nothing that can be done. He tells himself, hand hesitating above the Dark Mirror, briefly, it curls into a fist. The hero's original self stares back at him.

'… Does he really believe that?'

He shakes his head, and focuses on willing the Dark Mirror to show him his counterpart.

His chest still hurts.

[greenfiend]

Will is Superman…

[triglycercule]

ok imagine nightmare sans. now imagine those minecraft villager trading halls where all the villagers are stuck in the little cell blocks to get ideal trades. now that but replace the villagers with the murder time trio and ideal trades with negativity. he's maxxing out the negativity output for every square foot i guess,,,,,,,

there's absolutely NO space for movement it's practically a little closet. only thing is like basic necessities like food and water distributed by a killer (because he wouldn't get attatched to any of them when there's so many,,,, perhaps a different cell warden for a killer only section to avoid a killer meeting another killer and then having to deal with the mindboggle they'd face and then UGH!!!) these little negativity farms cost so little effort to make!!! all nightmare has to do is keep as many (living) sanses (IN FACT NOT EVEN THE TRIO!! but also the trio since they're easy to break down) in as little space as possible and he's practically got like. + 100k negativity every hour with just 6 of these farms. how efficient!

what do you mean it violates the genevarsal convention. DREAM STOP CONDUCTING PRISON BREAKS

(a little birdie told me u wanted 2 be tagged,,, @qin-qin16)

[phoe-ix]

i hate you twink cipher i hate you gravity falls i hate you my au i hate you

I mm learrrnijggg guysss im learninggggggg let me tryyy let me practiecfccblet me prtene i know what im doingffff hngh twink cipher why are you so ugly yet so fun to draw get out of my house why are you so white why did i make you a pale little bitch you dont want to be a pale twink and yet twinks are pretty much all I know how to draw i’m surprised I didn’t twinkify the stan twins I drew at the top of the doodle page as much as I normally would have. Had to draw everyone from memory (+ a few next-year headcanon design features being incorporated that I’m still working on) why am i yapping so much adhd over-explaining shit frfr🙏🙏

[dellephone]

thief + landoscar

Oscar doesn’t usually pay any mind to magicians, especially on the side of the road. So it’s a bit of a surprise that this one manages to grab his attention. He’s got curly hair and a bright smile as he asks the woman in front of him if he’s got the right card, holding it out in front of him. When she winces, shakes her head no, he doesn’t fret. The man simply says, “Oh, sorry! I meant this one,” and pulls another card from behind her neck. His wide smile distracts her from her necklace clasp opening and disappearing into the crowd. She laughs good-naturedly along with the crowd, talks with her friends as they move away and on with their day none the wiser. Oscar almost pities her. Then again, ignorance is bliss, and she seems happy enough.

The man's gaze catches next on Oscar, and he gestures him forward with one hand. As he makes his way to the front, the magician shuffles his deck, putting on a show. "What's your name?"

"Oscar."

"Oscar, I'm Lando." Lando reaches his hand forward to shake his. Oscar can almost feel his fingers ghost over the inside of his watch, feeling for the clasp, identifying the best way to open it. "Would you like to play a game with me?"

Well, Oscar's not on a tight schedule, and the man's pretty enough, so. He can play along for a bit. "Sure. What's the game?"

The man explains the game, a mostly generic 'pick a card, any card' type of show, all the while shuffling the deck between them. They proceed with the game, Oscar keeping his eyes on Lando's face. He's sure he notices with the way his lips twitch every time their eyes meet, probably thinking about how easy of a mark he is. Finally, he pulls the card from Oscar's sleeve, presenting it triumphantly first to Oscar, then to the crowd.

Oscar pretends not to feel the watch slip from his wrist as the magician pulls back. Oscar's only taken one step back when he hands the card back to Oscar with a wink, "So you'll remember me."

The change in routine gives Oscar pause before he extracts himself from the crowd. As he's walking away, he flips the card around to find a number written in sharpie. He regards it for a moment before tossing it in the nearest garbage as he passes. He briefly wonders how soon Lando will notice his newly empty pockets as he clips the watch back onto his left wrist.

[good-wine-and-cheese]

There exists in my brain a collection of characters that belongs to a loose, cross-fandom polycule/adventuring party and this is the current roster

[skeletalheartattack]

hell yeah pride pfp thats--um. sweating nervously. whats that in the background

[heytheredeann]

“Yes, there is a place where someone loves you both before and after they learn what you are.” ― Neil Hilborn

[rawr-mortgage]

would Harry smoke? would it be fandom heresy of me to headcanon him as a smoker despite knowing he lives and breathes for anything sweet? be honest with me.

idk why but i envision him as a smoker. maybe he doesn't smoke nearly as much as Jude or Alfons, but it fits. in my mind, it makes sense despite how canon would probably contradict me and say otherwise.

the same way i forget he actually has a sword strapped to his hip at all times but for some reason i'm convinced his main weapon is actually a gun (in my defense, he barely uses it anyway:P)

[fyodior]

i love imagining bringing toji to family gatherings like just me with my early 40s bf who’s closer to my mom’s age than mine just chilling and having a grand ol time

[infriga]

Me whenever a fic has Connor take out his LED permanently: