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"He's behind you!"
This festive season, Archibald Haddock has partnered with Narwhal Theatre to bring over a beloved British holiday tradition - the pantomime! Expect ridiculous antics, magic, high camp and of course, live musical numbers. This year, Cinderella, played by Martine Vanderzande, will be rushing off to the hottest event of the decade - the Royal Ball! The Fairy Godmother shall be played by the stunning Bianca Castafiore. Book your tickets now, and hurry before the strike of midnight!
After returning from a disastrous stay in China, Tintin wonders if he has finally bitten off more than he can chew. In an effort to save a struggling theatre, Haddock and Ramo Nash have produced a panto of Cinderella to raise funds. Tintin accepts the offer to be stage manager, hoping that staying busy during the holiday would keep his mind off the heartbreak from Chang's family drama back in Shanghai.
Not only has he underestimated how difficult stage management is, he has to deal with friction between the cast members, his own relationship issues with Chang, and a mounting pile of violent threats from far right groups who are deeply offended with the production...
The show must go on!
Haddock wrote the script, and Ramo Nash is overseeing set, prop and costume designs. Casting Chang as Prince Charming and Martine as Cinderella was an easy choice for Haddock - as Chang and Martine used to go dancing all the time, they've become excellent dance partners. Martine could also really do with the extra income, as the museum is closed for a part of the holiday.
Filling the other roles was more challenging. Haddock reluctantly casts Castafiore as he hopes her star power will draw crowds. Nobody auditioned for the role of the evil stepmother, other than irritating insurance salesman Jolyon Wagg. Surprisingly to Haddock, Wagg is a powerful presence on stage, being very capable of camping it up for the audience. Ignorant to Haddock's seething hatred of him, Wagg wants to do this to entertain his large family!
After receiving death threats from local fascists, the actors playing the ugly stepsisters drop out, fearing for their own safety. The Thompsons are sent in to monitor the situation, deciding the best course of action is to play a part in the pantomime themselves.
Calculus and a couple of trainees are brought on as stage technicians, joining Tintin backstage. Tintin finds it difficult watching Chang dance with Martine, as it constantly reminds him of how his relationship with Chang must remain secret.
also yes, this poster is a reference to the poster for Tintin and the Blue Oranges
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pixlokita · 1 year ago
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I feel like ? I gotta remind people it’s ok to unfollow a blog when it upsets you in any way >> like if I ever do that sure, you can let me know if it was anything I did personally I’d appreciate it but if you just don’t enjoy something it’s ok to unfollow ;w; can’t stress enough how important it is to put your mental health first 👌
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keeps-ache · 2 months ago
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dearest persecutor
[sketches below]
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i-dreamed-i-had-a-son · 2 months ago
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I'm sorry I can't take your call right now, I'm becoming unhinged about Transformers again,,,
#i just. man#first of all i was super into it when i was younger. optimus prime has long been a projectable (and ratchet too‚ from tfp)#but even that's like more recent. when i was SEVEN i was running around in circles to the transformers 1980 theme and re-binging the movie#(autism? what? who? where? but fr it was like a daily thing p much where me and my brothers would just lose it to that song. good ol' days)#transformers#for the search function lol. anyways back to the ramble: the obsession started young and continued throughout my teenage years#the transformers prime version was ABSOLUTELY peak and clears every time. still SO good my brothers and i binged the heck out of that too#but i don't think we ever got to watch the movie??? or maybe it was season 3??? either way i remember being like WHAT OPTIMUS IS EVIL???#and never getting resolution which i still need to do (also reminding me of clone wars...never did finish that one and still not spoiled)#anyway yeah the nintendo 3DS transformers prime game was yet another staple of my childhood. fave main was optimus obvs#but it just fills me with joy to see the resurgence in this and also makes me feel some complex emotions because it's a part of little me#and that version of me feels like so long ago...my own orion pax in a way#11-year-old me checking out giant lore books and speeding through them (i need to find this one book!! it's been years!!#it was the first transformers tome i ever read and told the story of orion pax!! and i vaguely remember the cover? but not the title! help!)#ANYway yes just feeling a lot of feelings and. i love transformers#kay can i just catch my breath for a second#kay has a party in the tags#also if you're reading this: i voted and you should too!!!
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whack-patty · 7 months ago
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AWRIGHT HERE WE GO
at long last....the proper Sneep Snorp reference
I'm trying out Artfight for the first time ever this year!!! Ik im dead af here but there's some real cool people out here I wouldn't mind attacking if you're out on that battlefield with me :^)
My usr on Artfight is whackpattie , come say hi and watch me flounder around blindly while I figure it the frick out!!!
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akkivee · 8 months ago
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nabbing from twitter lol
who in hypmic:
caught ur attention first: ichiro
first fav: ichiro and jakurai
current fav: kuukou💜💜💜
first least fav: samatoki-sama lol
least fav now: ?????
fav division: bat 💜💜💜
fav ship: ichikuu, riodice, mtrOT3
fav song: kaigen and osaka billion dreams for fav stage song even tho no one asked LOL
fav media: drama tracks and manga
fav official art: i have a lot lmao but these came to mind
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pink-tk-a-latte · 10 days ago
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Don’t Make Me Worry
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To a Happy New Year in 2025!!!!!! It is the season of the Hinomoris!!! Hwuagauhsha I love the Hinomori sisters,, I miss all of the siblings COLOPALE GIVE US ANOTHER SIBLING EVENT. Fair warning for a smidgen of baby talk from Shizuku bc, as a ler, she would.
sfw tickle fic!! project sekai: lee!shiho, ler!shizuku (familial) feat. a cameo from the tenmas!!
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“Shii, please don’t be angry with me!”
“I’m not angry,” Shiho muttered as she slid the door shut, channeling every ounce of her self-control to not slam it. Her hand was shaking, just a little, and she quickly hid it behind her back.
Knelt on the tatami mat, Shizuku pouted, her hands coming together nervously. Noticeably, she did not have her phone on her. They had Tsukasa and Saki on the case, but the missing phone was still the root of Shiho’s flaring headache.
“But you look angry! I’m so so sorry, Shii!”
“It’s fine. Just drop it.”
“I’m sorry for interrupting your practice time and bothering you and making you bring me home! I deserve to be yelled at. Please forgive me.” The line of Shizuku’s eyes began to quiver, and Shiho’s stomach plummeted.
“Please don’t cry, I don’t know what to do if you cry!” she rushed out. Shiho felt maybe a little bad treating her older sister like a child. Then again, if she was going to get lost around the city at night, like a child, maybe she deserved it… “I’m not mad at you. It’s just…” Shiho joined her sister on the mat and crossed her arms. “Look, you were out there all by yourself. What if you broke something or got stuck, or a crook came after you? It feels pretty crappy when I can’t be there to back you up, s’all.”
Shizuku’s watery frown quickly bloomed into a smile, and she reached out a graceful hand to ruffle Shiho’s hair. “Aww, Shii is so cute when she worries about me! I’m so lucky to have such a caring baby sister!”
Of course. I worry about you too, you know. With a grunt, Shiho batted her hand away. “It— It’s not like that! And you’re too carefree! You weren’t thinking; something really bad could’ve happened,” she scolded.
“Oh, I would take care of it. I’m an idol, remember? I’m strong!” Shizuku put a hand on her shoulder and gave her a tranquil, airy smile. Shiho sighed.
You being an idol is what has me worried. Shiho’s arms remained crossed, wary of her sister at her side. She fixed an aloof expression to her face (and failed to notice her pinkened cheeks or the moue of her lips. Cute when she worries).
Her stony silence was disrupted by a high squeak and a zap of electricity splitting through her ribs. Shiho launched herself to the other side of the mat. Embarrassed pooled in her cheeks, until she glanced at her sister and paled at the expression she found.
“Sh— Shizuku!” Her voice jumped in volume, her mute removed. “What is up with you?”
“I’m showing you I have ways of defending myself!” Shizuku laughed lightly, inching closer. Shiho inched away. “If a bad guy tries to attack me, I’ll just do this!”
“Huh!? Get awa— AHehey!”
Her nimble fingers fluttered under Shiho’s arms. She gasped and flailed, feeling her core muscles stiffen and her composure crumble. “Ehehaha wahahait! Shizukuhu nohoHOhaha!
Soft, shrieky giggles rung out of Shiho’s mouth, Shizuku’s hands an unwelcome worming in her underarms. She fell onto her side, squirming and puffing air. “S- Stohop waHAha whahaHY thiHIhis!? Thihis dohohoesn’t— this doesn’t hahahehehelp!”
“Doesn’t it? Hmm, but it looks like it works,” Shizuku asked, a guileless frown on her face even as Shiho’s mind buffered in bewilderment. “My trick is so effective, it even made gwumpy Shii laugh!”
Shiho’s stomach fluttered. “IHIhI’m nohot, ihihit’s juhuhust chihihildihihish!” Shiho’s wriggling and head-shaking was futile; she knew Shizuku had mastered the art of being clingy. All she could do was squeeze her elbows to her sides and try to hide her aching, red-hot cheeks.
Shizuku leaned over, beaming when she caught Shiho’s smile, so wide that her eyes had to squint to fit it on her face. “Aww, there’s that smile I wuv so much!” Her fingers escaped Shiho’s underarms and crawled down her ribs. Squealing, Shiho curled into a ball and covered her face. “That warm smile that belongs to my adorable adorable sister! Shii must be having so much fun.”
As earnest as Shizuku was, her observations were lighting sparklers in Shiho’s face. She didn’t deny it— but only because she didn’t get the chance to, okay!?
As Shizuku continued to spout gibberish such as ‘Shii’s just so squeezable!’ and ‘it’s my roly-poly sister!’, the fluttering fingers suddenly vanished.
Eyes popped open, Shiho inhaled and prepared to rub the tingling away, when the hands suddenly reappeared, now finding a way under her hoodie. “Oh, Shii, what’s this?” Shizuku tilted her head, and Shiho squeaked and braced herself. “All of a sudden I feel… Aah… Aaah… Aaaah tatatatatatata!”
Not the tatatata’s! Shizuku accompanied these with quick skitterings up and down Shiho’s sides. It was her worst nightmare right from her childhood! The Shiho-ball cried and rolled around in an effort to outrun the embarrassment. “NOnohono! Stohop stop! AHAHIhI’m nahaHAT a kihihihID! SHIhizuKUHUhu!”
Like a string suddenly plucked and reverberating in Shiho’s muscles, a burst of strength allowed her to break free and roll away, collapsing onto the tatami mat. She gulped in air and threw her arms over her burning face.
“Onee-chan! Thahat wouldn’t stohop a crook at all!” Shiho exclaimed, astounded at how grandma-like her sister could be. Tickling? As a weapon of defense? Seriously?
Shizuku padded over to her, her hands nearly brushing Shiho’s sides. She tensed, only to relax when all Shizuku did was flop onto the mat next to her. “Aww, Shii, I only wanted to relieve some of your stress.”
Shiho dropped her arms. She turned to Shizuku. Her wobbly eyes had returned, and Shiho breathed. “I… get that, but.” Shiho looked down and pretended her fingers were playing a chord on her bass. “It’s not so easy to stop worrying about you.”
Shizuku giggled, as delicate and comforting as her name. “I understand what you mean. I’m always worried as well.”
Shiho glanced to her side, eyelids and mouth parted. “Really?”
“Mhm.” Shizuku’s eyes crinkled honestly, a clear, intent sheen to them that Shiho had only seen maybe once before. “I worry about Airi, and Minori, and Haruka. And about my future as an idol, and making the fans happy.” She shook her head. “But I still want to be a reliable older sister for you, someone that you can confide in. That’s why I’ll do my best not to be a reason for Shii’s concern!”
I’ll always be looking out for you, though… Shiho sighed, a tiny smile creeping up her mouth. “And I guess… I’ll let my sister work herself up over me more often.” Then she huffed again. “Just don’t lose your phone again, got it?”
Evidently not getting it, Shizuku gasped, eyes twinkling, almost like she was about to cry again. “Shii!”
“Ah, Shizuku! Don’t glomp me like that!”
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Meanwhile, with the Tenma siblings…
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“Found it!”
Tsukasa hopped to his feet, planting a hand on his hip. The phone he held up like a trophy had a translucent mint case, a dangling swan charm, and scuffs and scratches all over. Definitely the right one.
“Yay! Good job, Nii-chan!” Saki clapped and cheered as she stepped out of the bush she had been looking in. “Now let’s call Shizuku and Shihoppy and tell them the good news.”
Pulling out his phone, Tsukasa laughed triumphantly. “Aha, of course! I shall inform Shizuku that her hero and his sister-in-arms have prevailed!” He dialed a contact — Shizuku’s, of course — and listened to his phone ring.
…And the phone in his other hand, Shizuku’s phone, rang as well.
Brother and sister looked at each other.
“Ah.”
“Ah…”
Maybe we should just walk to their house…
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Grhalsjkaja Shizuku the girl that you are… anyway lee!Shiho!!!! Or as I like to call her, Shleeho!! Ahaha…
Anyway the Hinomori siblings are so darn adorable I just know Shiho worries so much about Shizuku bc that girl does not worry enough for herself, the same way Shizuku dotes on Shiho and tries (tries) to give her as carefree a life as possible
HC that Shizuku baby-talks her lees not even in a malicious way just bc that’s her natural reaction whenever she sees something cute, and Shiho when she’s tkled curls up into ball hoping that will protect her. Normally she’s a fighter but when it comes to tkling… it’s flight or freeze
ALSO I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE FIRST DRAFT AFTER SPENDING 3 HOURS ON IT AND HAD TO RETYPE LIKE 85% OF IT SO I AM WRITING THIS FUELED BY RAGE. I hope I didn’t forget smth bc I literally don’t retain anything. Also I’ve been working on this since July?????
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skyloftian-nutcase · 1 year ago
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Hey guess what it's more Good Ganondorf content!
@silvercaptain24 <3
The party had long since finished. Link had been escorted back to his room and left in peace. With food in his stomach and some water, he felt his strength returning. His body trembled as he stood tentatively, alone in his room, but he managed to stay on his feet nonetheless.
Stepping quietly to the door, Link put an ear to it. There had to be guards outside, but he hadn't seen any when Nabooru had brought him back here.
This entire situation was making less sense, but he wasn't going to stick around long enough to parse it all out. Nabooru had claimed Ganondorf was holding him hostage to keep him safe. Ganondorf himself had tried to make himself look like he wasn't the villain, like the entirety of Hyrule hadn't been ripped apart at the seams because of his corruption and desire for power, like he hadn't torn the Triforce from Link and Zelda in battle while his army slaughtered their men.
It didn't make sense. What game was the monster playing? Link would have to figure it out when he made it back to his own people. Zelda and his army were waiting for him. The queen was no doubt trying to get a rescue operation together, and Link didn't want to risk anyone's lives over himself, not when he could find his own way out. He wasn't some helpless fool, he could handle this, and he would get the Triforce pieces back that the queen so desperately guarded.
He'd seen the crazed look in Zelda's eyes when they'd lost the Triforce the first time. He didn't want to see that again.
There was no other way out of this room than to use the door. It felt stupidly simple and reckless. He had to open it quickly, to catch the guards by surprise, wherever they were stationed. He needed some kind of weapon. He'd managed to sneak a knife in from dinner, slipping it into his boot, but he wasn't sure how useful it would be. He gripped it firmly in his hand and took a steadying breath.
It was now or never.
Link threw the door open, quickly taking in his surroundings, and saw... nothing.
No one... was there.
Well, he couldn't stop to think about it. The noise he'd just made would attract attention.
Trying to remember the path Nabooru had led him through to get outside, Link ran quickly, ignoring the chill that sank into his bones as he moved. When had it gotten so cold? His fingers felt like they were getting numb already as they gripped the knife.
The hallway opened up to a larger room. He remembered that. This was where--
A hand grabbed him by the back of his tunic and yanked harshly, sending him to the floor with a yell. Link kicked blindly, eyes focusing on his target.
It was Ghirahim.
Snarling, Link rolled to get away and swiped with the knife to create distance. Ghirahim caught his arm by the wrist, watching him with a sadistic smile.
"I figured you wouldn't sit still for long, sky child," he purred.
Something in Link roared in response, and he let out a battle cry as gripped the demon's arm with his free hand, bringing all his weight down to drag Ghirahim to the ground. The demon gasped a little at the increased weight he was holding, but he caught the hero by the shirt instead of letting them both fall.
Link spat in his face next, and that worked brilliantly, making the demon hiss and pull away immediately. Free from his grasp, Link began to run, knowing this was not a fight he was going to win with a knife. He heard a snap and Ghirahim appeared in front of him.
"Now, now," Ghirahim said, brushing some white hair out of his face. "I have strict orders to keep you here."
"Over my dead body," Link snarled.
"Oh, I wish," Ghirahim replied. "You see, that has been a point of contention lately. My master wishes you alive and it is so dreadfully taxing on me. But I trust his judgment. He has a way to address the true matter. And then your little vassal can be safe and sound while I deal with you."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Link snapped, eyes searching for another escape route as he spoke. The demon lord certainly loved to talk, so if Link could use that to his advantage, he would.
"It's amazing how dense you can be," Ghirahim grumbled. "Honestly, an entire war fought for you and you don't even understand it. Cia may have fallen in love with you, but she desires your vassal. Nevertheless, this has always been about eliminating you. My master understands that. It will be my highest honor to serve in that capacity for him, to be the one to deliver the killing blow. I cannot wait for that momentous occasion."
"You're out of your mind," Link replied. Another hallway was just to the left, and if he ran fast enough... "I am the Hero. I don't know what you're talking about with vassals. I serve the queen as a--"
"THIS ISN'T ABOUT THE QUEEN!" Ghirahim screamed, face contorted in rage. "This is about you, sky child, about revenge, about eliminating the one threat in my master's way! Her Grace isn't here, and her descendant doesn't have a fraction of that power, the Triforce is all my master needs now, and I will finally be able to kill you!"
The conversation was about to end and Link knew it. He tore off in the direction of the other hallway, managing to round the corner when he heard a snap again. He was prepared this time, grabbing the nearest pot and throwing it just as diamonds materialized in front of him. Ghirahim grunted as it made impact as soon as he appeared, shattering into countless pieces while Link quickly backtracked and went a different way.
By the grace of the goddesses, that had given the captain enough time to at least outmaneuver the demon lord, who wasn't sure which part of the compound Link had ended up by now. He was grateful for it, his heart racing and pounding in his ears as he rushed to find an exit. Fighting Ghirahim in the heat of battle felt far more... controlled than this. Here he felt like prey, and Ghirahim's rage and power over him was...
He wasn't going to say he was scared. He wouldn't.
Link felt a breeze and it gave him hope. That had to mean he was close to the outdoors. But where were all the Gerudo?
A door was up ahead, sand trickling in from beneath it, a promise of freedom and safety. Link threw it open with relief.
And ran right into Ganondorf.
Gasping, Link scrambled backwards, losing his footing and his balance as he fell unceremoniously to the ground. He continued to scoot away, trying to find a way around the towering figure. The man was enormous - it could give Link the advantage of scurrying around him if he was fast enough, but the world was spinning and--
"I figured you might try this," Ganondorf sighed.
Okay. Okay, fine. So they were talking. That would give him time to catch his breath. All these fools and their monologues - and people said Link was arrogant. At least he didn't usually give his enemies time to formulate a plan while they were actively standing in front of him.
"Your strength is returning," Ganondorf noted, walking towards him. "But that doesn't mean you're ready for a fight."
Well, Link might as well try to get some answers while he was here. "Where's the Triforce, you monster?"
"Where it needs to be," Ganondorf answered simply, closing the door behind him, much to Link's dismay. He stared at Link for an uncomfortably long time, making the captain squirm.
"Nabooru said you want me alive. Tell me why," he demanded, trying to make the man talk again.
Ganondorf was silent for a moment longer and then shook his head. "You're not in a state to accept my words."
"Try me," Link goaded. He had to admit, at this point he was curious. And it bought him more time to figure out what the heck his next step would be.
"I know your type, Hero," Ganondorf said, tacking on the title as if it were a curse. "You follow the queen like a puppy that doesn't know any better. Your heart is filled with a sense of duty, a desire to help and do good, and it is fixed on that woman. You'll do whatever Zelda tells you."
Link bristled but bit his tongue. Whatever slander Ganondorf was about to say didn't interest him, but the man hadn't made a point yet.
"You don't see the mess you're in," Ganondorf continued, shaking his head. "You don't understand. I'm trying to protect you, Link."
Link blinked. Then he blinked again. Nabooru had said as much, but hearing it from him... well. She had said keep him safe. He'd interpreted it as keep him alive. "Protect me from what?"
"Everything," Ganondorf muttered in a low time, voice rumbling in his chest. He bent forward, as if to grab Link, and the captain took that as his cue.
Link bolted, rushing to the left to get out of the reach of the man as he tried to run around him, using his small size to his advantage. He reached the door and immediately realized his mistake.
It was locked.
The ground vanished beneath him, and Link felt his stomach lurch as he was held in the air by one of his arms. The strain of having his entire body weight pulled into his shoulder joint made him grit his teeth. Then his world twirled as he was tossed against the man, his back to Ganondorf's chest, held in place by an arm wrapped around his torso.
"Let me go!" he yelled, kicking his legs as much as possible.
"I told you that you were not ready for this conversation," Ganondorf said, almost chidingly. "I'm taking you back to your room so you can rest."
"You think I'll be ready for a conversation that isn't true?" Link snapped. "You're holding me hostage for a reason, stop lying to me!"
Ganondorf said nothing, walking down the hallway with Link his helpless prisoner dangling in his grip. His waist and stomach ached from the hold, though at least pressed against someone else warmed him enough that he wasn't shivering and numb. His body was screaming at him at this point, wounds he hadn't even realized existed suddenly flaring up. He supposed the battle that had gotten him captured had left more marks than he'd realized.
That didn't matter. Escaping mattered.
Link felt so utterly helpless and he hated it. He'd never felt so out of control in his life. When he was plopped back on the bed and left alone to his own musings, he curled into a ball, suddenly shivering again.
He felt so, so alone. And suddenly, with the thought of Ghirahim's twisted, demented, enraged face, with the thought of how easily Ganondorf just manhandled him, he felt...
He wasn't going to say it. He wasn't going to say it.
Damn it all, he was scared. And he hated it.
He was the bearer of the Triforce of Courage and he was scared.
Burying his face into his knees, Link hugged himself and cursed himself at the same time. The tears fell silently at first before little hiccups started to accompany them. He was too tired for this. The only mercy the goddesses provided was that he was alone. He didn't want anyone to see him like this.
His body felt impossibly heavy. The room felt like it was closing in. He was exhausted. His head hurt. His stomach ached from how he'd been held. Something on his back seared like fire. His knees were bothering him. He was freezing. He felt so unbelievably overwhelmed. He felt so unbelievably unsafe.
He'd always been the one to save the day. He'd been invincible with the Master Sword, though he'd learned that having others to help him was equally as important. But he had no Master Sword here. No friends. No hope of anything.
In the darkness and cold of the night, his fears consumed him, and he gave into despair. Link cried, so desperately alone. He just wanted to feel safe.
Warmth enveloped him, and he sank into it willingly, his hiccups turning into sobs. Something ran soothingly along his back, soft cloth was pressed against his face, and he found himself clinging to it desperately like a lifeline.
He needed to get himself together. He didn't care. No one was here anyway.
Then what's... why am I...?
He was too tired to process it anymore. All he knew was he felt safe.
"You'll be okay, child."
The voice was deep and gentle, whispered into his hair. Gentle pressure pressed him against whatever softness was in front of him. He heard a heartbeat.
A heartbeat. Pressure. Words. This was... he wasn't alone.
Hiccupping, Link opened his eyes, hands still clinging for dear life to patterned cloth in front of him, red hair spilling into his face as it slid over the person's shoulders.
A deep voice. A man's voice. A man wearing Gerudo--
What the hell.
Alarms rang in Link's mind as he put the pieces together. This couldn't be right this couldn't be right--
"You're safe," the voice said gently, continuing to run a hand along his back.
Link was so lost and confused and hurt and why the hell didn't anything make sense what was happening--
"I'll fix this," Ganondorf promised, and Link gave up entirely, falling apart.
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goldenhour-s · 1 year ago
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with autumn in full swing, it's gotten quite chilly and slow in henford on bagley. the girls knew this time of year would be perfect for a weekend trip somewhere warmer and sunnier. they spent the night before their flight packing and discussing trip plans. it was difficult for hemani not to mention her surprise for nas... 👀
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signorpaolinopaperino · 8 months ago
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X Mickey 17-3: Invisible Bond
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We've got to go back before we can go forward! XM introduced an antagonist in a side story who has made a couple reappearances in main stories. Even when the comics were being officially translated, these side stories were never published in English! So here's the story that character—Snobbs—was first introduced in. He plays a main role in XM 26-1 and XM 29-1!
Mickey attempts to travel to the Impossible for an explanation after Pipwolf leaves him high and dry with a new Guide.
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Written by Teresa Radice Art by Stefano Turconi
InDucks I XM 17-3
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baiselong · 4 months ago
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Nigel throws up an explosive cause he's blocked up
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Nigel is like Rico from Penguins of Madagascar, he throws up explosives periodically but if he doesn't after a while he will just cough them up like a cat with a hair ball
Just a simple doodle since I am having issues drawing something proper today sigh
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persimminwrites · 6 months ago
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@ulchabhangorm ASK AND U SHALL RECEIVE
i wrote a little blurb a little while ago based on the prompt:
“I feel like you’re flirting with me.” Character A states as Character B swings a knife at them.
it was just a quick warmup with a fives x assassin!reader pairing but i had so much fun with it and honestly instantly fell in love with the idea of writing a longer story for that concept. its mostly just ~vibes~ right now, but here are some thoughts!
assassin name thoughts -> Selene (p obvs moon/nighttime symbology), Leila (persian name meaning daughter of the night), Soraya (another persian name meaning star cluster)
perfect opportunity to write quippy, am i flirting with you or am i going to stab you banter which i would LOVE to write
story structure im thinking would be more vignettes of two people coming into contact with each other throughout the war until it culminates !!!! at the chip arc !!!! and perhaps the assassin would change fives' fate!!! perhaps if i have my way !!!
generally just obsessed with the kind of dynamic this would be. i feel like it would such an interesting thing to explore with fives specifically (plus im always down for thinking up ways to change his fate)
and YEAH that post being like enemies to lovers where instead of saying "who did this to you" when they see a scar, being like "i did this to you" THATS GOOD SHIT I NEED THAT TO HAPPEN
if anyone has opinions on the name i would love help picking. im leaning towards soraya but havent decided anything yet <3
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leviathanmirror · 1 month ago
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The best thing I can say about Veilguard is it has kept my brain from eating itself after the election.
There is some stuff I like. I like the Crows in spite of myself. I just have to put so much Fucked Up back into them.
I have no interest in playing anything else BioWare puts out in the future though.
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coffeeandcalligraphy · 1 year ago
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btw
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CHANGING STATES
Lately, something has taken hold / of me—not hunger, not shame. It is like a flower / blooming in the injury. —Richie Hofmann
On the evening Jeremiah decides he’ll drive thirty hours to Maryland, the other half of his mattress is cold and Madonna’s on the radio. In his bedroom, he taps his cigarette on the windowsill, the ash scattering into rainy blue hour, and listens. Time goes by so slowly, she goes, her voice singed through his boombox’s broken speakers. He’s meant to replace it, though he’s meant to do a lot of things: check the mail, make a quiche, buy lightbulbs, call his sister, take up cross-stitch, recycle an olive jar, move his bed to the opposite side of his room. But time goes by so slowly, and Jeremiah would know—he’s twenty-one, yet feels he’s been alive for much, much longer.
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firebreathingcatss-blog · 28 days ago
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Im sorry excited for this Michin v Chelsea match. Those were the two I wanted to take the title, and it coming down to those two is amazing. I'm so happy with either outcome. Let's continue their fantastic feud and hot potato it, these two have put in amazing work and deserve it. We know this is probably going to be the best match on the card.
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pyrriax · 1 year ago
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