#i dunno why this popped in my head

[marcirose]

Randomly put together a little thing of Ven comforting Kairi when they go through the dark spoopy woods cause honestly why not

[pocketramblr]

fae court but it's a legal court, changelings are fae they leave in place of human jurors during the trial because it's the best way to prevent the trial from just becoming a bunch of fairies trying to one up the best bargain for their vote with the accused

[phoenix-before-the-flame]

Hey im curious

Peeps who use these characters, what'd you name em?

[lunaetis]

@minban replied to your post :

what's a little handholding between eden and scar 😇

─「エデン」─  the marks littered all over both their bodies spoke enough of the growing OBSESSION they had harbored for one another. those bites throbbed in the most wonderful way as a reminder of their claims, where golden hues were finally allowed a moment of respite to take in the sight of the BEAST who had sunk his fangs into her many times as she did the same. as they slipped their clothes back on, her gaze lingered on him in observation. seeing her own marks peeking from his high collar was as satisfying as seeing the ones he purposedly left on a more exposed part of her skin.

                she was behind him before she knew it, arms sliding under his as fingers that were usually clad under leather gloves now bare as they slowly slid over to his own. his claws did little to deter her movement as scarred digits traced along the lines of his knuckles, toying with the tips of his sharp claws then gripping in between his fingers with her own. the feel of his non-human parts against her bare skin was foreign yet fascinating. what was he ? the STELLARON vibrated ever so lightly at the close proximity.

                " are you coming with me ? " to their next destination.

[racke7]

Fourth day in a row with a headache. Yay.

[citrine-elephant]

nightmare about a sinkhole, so you will now envision an operation gone wrong and leon being stuck within a sinkhole.

he's survived the initial plunge, sure, but the concave walls are keeping him from being able to climb out. and below the muddied water, he can't feel the bottom.

what's he to do besides claw at the mud walls as they keep crumbling before he has a chance? it's not like whatever funky grappling hook shit he's got could even hook into the walls anyway. insert a terrible joke here, maybe a mouthful of ick there as some cruel irony about his terrible joke.

[keeps-ache]

i should learn to make hash browns

[hylianengineer]

Why oh why is the universe so mean to me

[thisisapersonintheinternet]

ROTTMNT is just TMNT: The Family Drama

[saturntheocto]

If i exploded while we were talking. What would you do?

[sheepalmighty]

The contrast between

The work and the work put in...

Should one laugh or cringe?

And trying the above in Japanese, don't know if it actually makes sense:

作 の かた

と 苦心 の 間 は

キモイ と か?

(Saku no kata, to fushin no aida wa, kimoi to ka?)

[nevermore-grimes]

Aerith: Is somebody gonna match my freak? (Being the sweetest bean, and a cutie patootie, and treating everyone with kindness and love, and just being absolutely precious)

Nevermore: Is somebody gonna match my freak? (Freak of nature, approach with caution, will bite… and and kick… and scratch… and stab… sometimes for work, sometimes for fun)

[wintereign]

“No, I’m okay, I just… I hit my head. Really hard. I’ll be okay, just give me a second.” (Hi hi!)

hurt & comfort prompts - accepting

Icy hues rolled in annoyance as slender arms crossed over her small frame. The heiress looked around, they were in the middle of the courtyard, away from anything he could of hit his head. She wouldn't doubt he was lying (although it was possible he was telling the truth), she's just sick and tired of it. The countless attempts of asking her out, getting her number, all because of who she was: a Schnee. They didn't care about her. Just who she was.

"You want something, don't you?" She asked. "They always do."

[lostrandoblog]

I'm nonbinary but like in the way where I'm like the color black. I'm devoid of light (gender) but still every single color at once. (I use all pronouns)

[screechingplant]

Real time reaction of seeing you posted

12 Days of Christmas: 2024 Christmas Event

Day 3: Snow Angels

Pairing: Wind & Reader

Warning(s): N/A

Notes: In which you teach a very sweet sailor the joys of snow.

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If there was one thing you learned after all those months of traveling with nine heroes, it was that mornings never came easily. There was always something to do or fight, and while you didn't mind the 'up-and-at-em' lifestyle, it was a rare treat to just lay in bed and do absolutely nothing for a good half hour. Like now, though you suspected it was partly because Time had managed to locate an inn just as the snowstorm you'd been wading through reached epic, snow-swept magnitudes.

You stretched languidly, mouth opening in a yawn larger than you'd have liked to admit, and proceeded to snuggle deeper into your cocoon. Every part of you was sore, and your only condolences was the knowledge that you weren't alone in that feeling.

"Good morning," Four commented from beside you. He was fully dressed, leaning against the headboard with a thick, leather-bound book in his lap. You blinked up at him, realized the magnitude of your bedhead, and huffed, running a hand through your hair in an attempt to regain some of your presentability.

"...How are you even awake right now? It's like... nine in the morning."

"Actually, Wind woke me," said the Smith, though you knew that was bullshit. He was just as capable of sleeping through the calamity that was the youngest hero as the rest of you. You rested your cheek on the pillow, turning onto your side to face him. Occasionally sharing a bed with the heroes had taken some getting used to, but they were beyond respectful, and you usually roomed with Wind, anyways. Four only joined when 'tragedy struck', as he explained whilst climbing over you and the Sailor at the buttcrack of dawn, and you hadn't the courage to request an elaboration.

The door creaked open and Four's expression morphed into a grin, which was the only warning you got before something slammed into your side and Wind's screech assaulted your eardrums. "Wake up! It's snowing!"

"Fu– It's been snowing for days, Wind," you coughed, having been pushed to lay on your stomach by the menace currently sitting atop the blankets, pinning your legs to the bed.

"And it's stopped storming," Four joined in, flipping a page in his book.

"And it's a little early to be a smartass," you grumbled, burying your face in the pillow. Both heroes chuckled, though Wind sounded more like a rusty plank than anything. You didn't judge; you had been his age once.

"C'mon, (Y/n)," Wind poked your shoulder, not to be deterred. "You're my only hope. Warriors is doing his eyeliner and Time refused to get up."

Of course they were. "Four's here," you tried, praying to whatever deity existed to grant you just ten more minutes in your cocoon.

A scoff. "Do you want me to get buried?"

You lifted your head high enough to level a flat look at the shortest hero. "My deepest apologies, Smithy. I hadn't noticed."

"Hilarious," Four deadpanned, looking just as exhausted as you felt, though it didn't stop him from reaching over to ruffle your hair, earning an outraged squawk.

"You little–!" You tried to sit up and swat him, but Wind's weight pulled you back down when the Sailor wrapped his arms around your neck, leaning into your back. Fuck, when had he gotten so heavy? "Sailor, get off–"

"Not until you show me how to make those snow gods!"

You paused, exasperation temporarily overridden. "Snow... what?"

Unlike Four, Wind was happy to elaborate. "The ones you were telling Wild about, remember? Where you lay down?"

Oh. OH. "Wind, do you mean 'snow angels'?"

Four perked up a the obvious opportunity to showcase his sass. "That's why he asked–"

"–One more word and you're over, Smithy," you warned playfully, to which Four raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, buddy, just let me get dressed and we'll go."

Wind cheered and rolled to the floor, practically sprinting out of the room. You chuckled at his excitement, sitting up with the comforter pooled around your hips, clothed in some legging you managed to scrounge up early in the journey. "So, what're you reading?"

"Something Warriors lent me," Four flipped the cover for you to see, and you weren't surprised when the words 'Complete Weaponry Compendium' met your gaze. Fitting, for a blacksmith. "He's got a few more in his pack; I just borrow them."

"Mm," you hummed, slipping out of bed and trudging to rife through your pack for a warmer tunic. Four took it as a sign to make himself scarce, calling out a kind goodbye before leaving, the door closing behind him with a thud. Now alone, you changed out of your sleep tunic, throwing on an embroidered number you'd scrounged from the market, followed by some thicker pants, the blue-green cloak Wind gifted you, and your trusty boots.

Despite the veritable mountains of snow from yesterday, the heavens were still spewing droves of snowflakes by the time you managed to drag yourself to the inn's front porch, face crinkled as you turned your disapproving gaze to the sky above. The cold nipped your nose, and you drew the cloak a bit tighter around yourself.

"(Y/n)!" You turned just in time to catch Sky's incoming approach. He was dressed normally, though you didn't fail to notice the thick red scarf looped tightly around his neck. "It's good to see you up."

"You're lucky, considering last night," you joked, bumping your shoulder against his. "Did you see those drifts? I thought we were going to have to dig a tunnel just to get to town!"

"I can't say I've seen anything like it," the Chosen hero agreed with a grin. "We're lucky we managed to find an inn."

"Tell me about it. Me, Wind, and Four were out in minutes."

The Skyloftian raised a brow. "Four? I thought only you and Wind were rooming."

"So did I, but he showed up around dawn saying 'tragedy struck' and Hylia knows I wouldn't make him sleep outside," you shrugged; it wasn't a bit deal, really, you just liked having something to bitch about. "But it's fine, I hardly noticed."

"Hm," Sky chose not to comment, turning his gaze to the snowy drifts just beyond the safety of the porch. "You wouldn't happen to be looking for Wind, would you?"

You perked up. "Actually, I am. Have you seen him?"

It was then that you noticed several sets of tracks curving behind one of the mountains of snow. It was also then that Sky's smile ticked up, gaining a mischievous lit that had you haphazardly questioning who's side the knight was truly on. "Sky, buddy, for everything holy, please don't tell me he went out with Legend and Wild," you pleaded, terror coursing through you at the thought of the boys lying in wait for you.

"Okay, I won't tell you."

You groaned, long and loud, and smacked the hero's shoulder. "You're terrible, the lot of you."

"I'm sure they'll scream as a warning," the Skyloftian bastard offered with a shit-eating grin that suggested he would be even less help than Hyrule in the kitchen.

"I hate it here."

"I'll be sure to tell Time while you're getting buried."

"Time can suck it," you hissed, though not before making sure the old man wasn't within earshot. You'd learned early on that the bastard had the ears of a bat when it came to any form of ill-wishing, and it was far too early to square up with his patented dad gaze. "And so can you. Actually, here's a present," you reached down, grabbed a handful of snow, and chucked it at him before the cold could seep into your bare flesh. Sky dodged magnificently, leaving your gift to splat against the outer wall of the inn, and you scowled at the sound of his hearty laughter.

"Do you want that delivered physically or spiritually?" The Chosen Hero chortled, and you did the only mature thing available: flip a certain appendage in his direction, turn on your heel, and march into the wilderness.

Frigid wind whipped against your face as you padded forward, following the footsteps with bated apprehension broiling in your gut. Not that you believed any real harm would come to you, but you had gotten up for this shit, and you'd be damned if you'd let the little assholes pelt you with iceballs because, really, there was no way they were going to do this half-assed.

"Wind?" You called, tugging your cloak a bit tighter around yourself. You passed the drift, and the footsteps stretched in another bend around a different pseudo-mountain. Fucking hell, it was like he was trying to lead you on.

Until you heard a crunch, then a giggle, and something hard connected with the small of your back.

"Bullseye!" came Legend's tone, which you immediately recognized because of how damn annoying it was. You whirled around, gearing up to give the perpetrators the tongue-lashing of a lifetime, only for yet another snowball to smack against your chest. A gasp left you, and you scrambled to wipe the slush from your tunic before it could soak in.

"You motherf–!"

"Language, (Y/n), there's children present," Legend chortled, flanked by a grinning Wind and guffawing Wild. All of them had at least two snowballs on hand, and you regretted not staying in bed. Four never would have disrespected you like this. You leveled your best glare at the trio, but they only laughed harder. Jerks. And, just when you thought it couldn't get worse, it did. "Does that tunic come in womens?"

Don't say it, don't say it–

"I think you come in enough women for all of us," you blurted, far too done with their bullshit to bother censoring what was frankly a magnificent comeback. Legend sputtered, ears reddening as his face morphed in a rare expression of shock.

"I–!"

"Stuff it, gay boy," you waved a hand, cutting off the hero's impassioned rant before turning to Wind. "Hey, you little traitor, ready to make snow angels?"

Wind nodded and threw his snowballs to the ground, happily bounding over with a blinding grin. "Mhm!"

You chuckled, leaving the other two in the snow as you guided the youngest hero to a quieter area, placing your hands on your hips. "Do you remember what to do first?"

"Lay down?" Wind tried hopefully, and you ruffled his hair.

"Right on, bud," you took the opportunity to plop down on the undisturbed snow, letting your cape fan across the still ground.

The Sailor followed your lead, and the two of you were laughing within minutes, entirely consumed in the artful flailing required for such a task. Wild and Legend–after recovering from your grievous burn–joined shortly after, as did Sky, though you suspected it was only an excuse to catch a few Z's when no one could scold him.

"I'm making another one!" Wind proclaimed, standing up with the utmost caution, careful not to disturb the perfect indent his third try had yielded. You encouraged him with a thumbs up, having not moved from your original angel, and Wild chuckled heartily from his spot to the right of you. As the reigning trendsetter of the group (Warriors wept, you were sure), the Champion had elected to create his angel face first, bits of snow caked in his long hair. There was an outraged gasp. "Wild! What are you doing?!"

"Participating, duh," was Wild's response, and you tastefully took a page from Sky's book: closing your eyes and pretending that your life was still completely, totally normal. "You alive, (Y/n)?"

"Nope," you chirped, cracking an eye open when a shadow loomed over you. It was Wind, wearing a grin large enough to block out the sun. "Sorry, bud, my heart just couldn't handle it."

"The snow or our combined awesomeness?" the Champion asked cheekily, lifting his head just enough to shoot a wink your way. "That's a trick question; it's obviously both, right, Legend?"

"Go fuck yourself," grumbled the Veteran from somewhere behind you. He too was facedown, but you supposed it was more for a general loss of will to deal with these hooligans rather than a desire to stand out in the most obnoxious way possible.

Wild's expression turned devious. "Yeah, because I don't just come in w–"

"Don't you dare finish that," you interrupted in a desperate attempt to spare Wind's innocence. The Sailor was still staring at you, but he was a child, and children looked at stuff all the time, so you resolved not to take it personally. "There are young, impressionable children here–"

"Actually, I think Wild's been corrupted enough-- hey!" Legend squawked when you reached over your head, blindly grabbing his hair and (gently) shoving his face further into the snow. You released him, and the sounds of sputtering could be heard. "Ugh! You'll pay for that, you little brat."

"Whatever," you snorted, sitting up to throw the pink-haired hero a glance over your shoulder, though it quickly flicked to Sky, who hadn't moved in at least five minutes. "Besides, Sky will save me."

"Hm?" Sky's head popped up and he regarded you with tired eyes. "I don't know," his gaze moved to Legend. "Can you do it before Time gets here?"

You were aghast. "Really, Sky? After all we've been through?"

"I'm just kidding," the Chosen Hero chuckled, just as Wind chimed, brandishing a snowball: "I'll protect you, (Y/n)! En Grande, Legend!"

"It's 'en garde', you literal child–" the Hero of Legend hissed. You scooted closer and slapped a hand over his mouth, earning an outraged growl.

"Shh, shh, let him have this," you interrupted. Legend yanked your hand down by the wrist, but it was enough time for Wind to reel his arm back threateningly. Undeterred, you grinned. "See, look how rewarding this experience is?"

"Oh no, it's the mom voice," Wind teased, and you swatted a handful of snow at him. "Hey–! I didn't say you were a mom!"

There was a crunch of snow and a new voice joined the fray. "Who's a mom?"

"Me, duh," you informed Twilight, who looked like he had only just crawled out of bed, which was funny for a guy who usually rose at the asscrack of dawn on his own. "Sleep well, Rancher?"

"Like a' horse. Now, someone wanna tell me why y'all are sprawled out like a bunch'ah kids?"

"We're making snow angels!" Wind explained proudly. "But (Y/n) died, so we're planning a funeral."

They were? You were not informed.

"Is tha' so?" Twilight's glance in your direction was curious, but you just shrugged.

"My heart couldn't take the snow or their combined awesomeness. Allegedly, of course."

"...Good fer ya?"

"Yes, Twilight, this is very good for me–"

"Ugh, can you two stop flirting?" Legend cut in like the bitch he was, and you shared a glance with the Rancher, who shrugged his shoulders. Wild snickered, but you ignored him for your own mental wellbeing.

Wind cleared his throat, clearly disinterested with whatever the fuck was happening. "Wanna make angels with us because Legend's salty?"

Twilight's grin returned. "Ah'd love nothin' more, Sailor."

Within minutes, the sound of pealing laughter echoed through the crisp winter air, and you realized– with an exhausted Wind pressed to your side, no less–that, even though mornings were tough, there was always joy to be found when you were with your boys.

The plot got away from me on this one, but I'm still very proud of it! Get ready for some Nailed It! worthy fails with Hyrule next!

[ddejavvu]

more best friend james with no boundaries headcanons please 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 like sirius and remus definitely side eye the two of you but they don’t ever make it noticeable 🫢 they’re just waiting for the two of you to finally get together 😵‍💫 like james definitely rests his hands in between your thighs when he’s cold and remus is always muttering to sirius how that is definitely not best friend behaviour

Sirius and Remus stop in tandem, beat up shoes stomping to a halt in the middle of the floor. It would be comical if their gazes weren't so scrutinizing and judgmental towards you where you're curled up in James's bed.

"Are we interrupting something?" Remus raises a brow at you where you lay pressed to James's chest, his hands wrapped around your waist and tucked into the space between your thighs. He'd been griping about the chill of the air against his hands after realizing they wouldn't stay tucked into the sleeves of his sweater, so when he'd pried your thighs apart to slip his hands between them, you'd let him get his fill of your body heat.

"Jus' the most boring book I've ever read," James drawls, popping his head lazily off of the pillow to stare at his friends, "Don't even know why she reads this shit, anyways."

"I read it because I like it," You hum, used to James's disdain of your more 'boring' (read: not dangerous, reckless, or foolish) hobbies, "But I'm more curious as to why you read it over my shoulder, James, if it's so boring and awful."

"Not much choice," He reasons, but you both know he could shut his eyes if he wanted to be free from your novel, and you squeeze your thighs together in hopes of pressing his hands painfully together as a reprimand.

James makes a sort of stunted groan as his knuckles scrape painfully together, but when you release your grip, he doesn't pull away. He merely settles his head back against the pillow, eyes sneakily roving over the page you're reading.

"Remus, a word." Sirius grabs the man by his right scarred hand, tugging him towards the closet. They disappear inside together, and when the door shuts behind them, and Sirius manages to swat the sleeve of his leather jacket out of his face, he stares at Remus with wide, urgent eyes.

"Did you see that?" Sirius gawps, as if maybe Remus hadn't noticed James's hands resting inches from your core, "That is not normal friend behavior?"

"I bet two galleons they kiss within the month," Remus wagers with a smirk on his face, and the expression is contagious where it transfers to Sirius right away.

"Within the week," Sirius solidifies his stance, holding a hand out for Remus to shake, "You've got a deal, Moony."

--

The moment the closet door shuts behind Remus and Sirius, you crane your neck to look backwards at James.

"They're not even trying to hide it anymore," You breathe, keeping your voice low so that the two boys can't hear you, "What do you think they're doing in there?"

"Kissing, probably," James snorts, "Pulling someone into a closet by the hand is not normal friend behavior."

"When are they just gonna give it up?" You scoff, twisting back around to resume reading, "They're so obvious."

"Dunno, love." James hums, leaning forwards to press a kiss to your shoulder where your tank top has slid off of the skin there. He readjusts his hands between your thighs, nestling them imperceptibly closer to your heated core, "Some people are just oblivious."