#he's down to just f around

[science-lings]

Saw the post about link being interested and competent eith ancient tech from listening to robbie, Purah and Zelda yammering and must offer this:

Link is smart

That doesn't mean he's not going to use said smarts to be a chaotic gremlin.

I am VERY pro smart Link, if he were as stupid as he's often characterized as, he wouldn't have survived the great plateau. He's clever when it comes to fighting and puzzles, and a master at using the sheikah slate and making the laws of physics his bitch.

That doesn't mean he's a genius or that he's overly competent at all times, but he is definitely not dumb. He's smart in a dangerous, nearly insane way. He does the craziest most batshit things that really shouldn't work but somehow does.

You think that if the ancient sheikah foresaw Link being a big old dummy they would've given him a bunch of ancient arrows instead of a world-altering tool and a few hundred technical puzzles to solve.

[toshidou]

don't mind me, i'll just be sat here crying into my hands about girl dad!simon "ghost" riley who would do absolutely anything for his daughters.

girl dad!simon who watches with a fond smile as his children fail to mask their giggles from underneath the sofa, their little legs sticking out very obviously from their "hiding place" but acting as though they're nowhere to be found.

girl dad!simon who lets them apply the black smudging around his eyes, praising them with how gentle they're being, and only huffing out a laugh when he feels his youngest smear charcoal fingerprints down his cheeks.

girl dad!simon who always has time to play with his girls, going along with whatever game their imaginative minds conjure with not a single complaint. over the years, you've walking in on simon as a horse, a robot, a fairy godmother (you will never get the imagine of simon with one of your elasticated waist dresses on out of your head, the material fighting for its life to stay in one piece as simon merely stares at you, silently pleading you to not take any photos), there is nothing he won't do to make them happy.

girl dad!simon who never once hesitates to scoop them into his arms at the first sign of tears, battled scared and inked hands holding his daughter so carefully, though she was made of porcelain, rough fingers gently swiping across ruddy cheeks, "you're okay, sweetpea, it's just a little scrape, yeah? my brave girl can handle a tiny scratch like that no problem, ain't that right?"

girl dad!simon who has a photo of you and your daughters tucked safely in his pocket at all times, all his favourite people on one small piece of paper he keeps safe over his heart whenever he has to leave, making sure it never leaves his mind that 'this is who he's fighting for, this is who he's working so hard to get back to'

girl dad!simon who try as he might, always tears up when he finally arrives back, and hears his little worlds sprinting at him as fast as their stubby legs can carry them, screeching cries of "daddy, daddy, daddy's home!" echoing through the walls of his home, arms wide as he crouches on the floor and feels their small but mighty weight crash into him, finally whole, finally complete, watery eyes meeting yours where you lean against the wall, similarly emotional.

"welcome home, si."

finally, home.

[havinganfois]

God, imagine your f/o fixing you. Your doctor f/o finding you a cure. Your robot f/o rewiring your android self. Finding what flaws you see within yourself, and instead of going, "oh no sweet baby you're perfect in my eyes," rolling up their sleeves and helping you get the habits in place to start feeling okay.

[stormbreaker-290]

In other news:

[wri0thesley]

again because even my yandere ocs are basically there for wish fulfilment i avoid giving them outright ‘types’ (and all are pan or bi even if they have preferences) but lucas absolutely prefers a chubby partner. they just seem so much softer and gentler to him; he just thinks that they feel better against that carefully maintained muscle from hard labour and regularly hacking human beings into pieces. he’s also a fan of traditional clothes; floral-patterned dresses with embroidery and natural fabric, and he just likes it when you fill out those clothes! if he thinks you’re not eating properly he’s liable to force you into his lap and hand-feed you….

[wayfinderships]

The Snow yearning is so strong tonight

[ratatatastic]

on the topic of roughhousing

[infizero]

with robotnik officially returning in the third movie, i think he and stone should finally make out sloppy style on screen. that's the logical progression from their dynamic so far

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

So me talking about stupid sh*t once again-

Uhm- For my Cryptid!States thing, uhm- So basically NY is some weird ass blend of a blue jay and a cat, so he has a cat tail that has blue jay tail feathers spreading out near the end of it, so it’s a really big f*cking tail and he trips on it sometimes and has scared himself with it on multiple occasions. Also when he was little, his tail was the same damn size as him 😭🙏 Idk I just think that it’s adorable lol

Feel free to add on to my silly sh*t :]

[scarletiswailing347]

thought of some really cool backstory for killer!zam for the dbl au but i Cannot tell if it clashes with the canon lore or not cause i havent looked into it enough yet

[theinfinitedivides]

you ever seen a man so absolutely pathetic you start biting and clawing like a thing feral and possessed? yeah that's me rn and it's bc of the wet puppy dog eyes. it has to be

[unproduciblesmackdown]

and i draw parallels solely on the cinematographic basis of “when my man is no more than a millimeter away from perturbation at all times but you give the Whole Right Half Of The Screen 3/4 Closeup of Harrowing Recontextualizations” like that’s right. we’re living it up

[meatriarchived2]

im still on my fuckshit but when i think of cc maria ( by extension also nosy maria but specifically noting the isolation aspect of cc );

can you imagine one day skimming the paper. its been a few weeks since all the commotion knowing your friends' had attempted to come find you but then were chased off. never actually heard or saw any of them, but you know they were around.

but you've been moved from the cells to a mattress upstairs. you're given more freedom, more wiggle room, you're allowed to do things - little hobby-type activities - you're given better foods, you're looked after by the older woman at the other house. the man who took you, who terrifies you still to some degree, slowly doesn't feel like such a stranger anymore, you're right to still be cautious around him but as the days, the weeks, pass by, there's simply a different air about him, and in the shack. lighter, in a sense.

you find yourself growing used to the new daily - the new routine. of waking to the sound of him getting ready for the day, of being left alone in there for hours sometimes, others trailing after him like a duckling, around the older womans' property, helping with an array of tasks. and you worry about upsetting her at first, unsure if doing so will earn a knife to the throat. you listen, you do as you're told, you find some kind of way to co-exist - all the while still, in the back of your mind, there's still a ray of hope,

that maybe, maybe, since the rest of them got away - that they're merely licking their wounds, that they'll get word out and even with all the silence since they had been on the property, there's that shred of hope that maybe? someone will waltz in, guns blazing so to speak, and you'll get out of this hell finally.

that is, until that day - that you're skimming through the paper, and you recognize yourself in a little column - and you realize you're staring at your own fucking obituary.

and in that moment everything seems solidified.

you're never getting away.

there's no point in it.

there's no one out there who are still trying to find you, get you back, bring you home, back to your mothers' arms, back to being an older sister, back to the circle of friends you loved so dearly.

you're dead.

not just to the world, but to those you loved - those who claimed to have loved you, too.

what else do you have at that point? where else do you go, even if you still tried to leave? who wouldn't look at you sideways for the blood that's already stained your hands? for the flesh caught between teeth?

who else is there, except the one murmuring encouragement and praise in your ear?

the only constant you've had in all these weeks? whose words rang true - clearly - that no one cared? that they abandoned you? left you there, didn't even care to make sure you were alive or not? only thought of themselves and got the fuck outta there without confirming if you were even still alive.

[astrangeghost]

I don't feel like going to bed but I WILL@!@!!!!! BECAUSE TOMORROW!!! I CAN PLAY MY 15 HOUR GAME AGAIN!!! face of responsibility baabeyyyyy

[bread-of-death]

Paying for his duck crimes

[wayfinderships]

Afjsjfjsjcjsjcjsj Snow my beloved!