#i thought that was a nice touch uvu

[mrsthunderkin]

Did a new token for Issy as an experiment for the campaign visuals.

It was a success and now I need to do a whole set.

[gaybananabread]

Congrats on the follower milestone! If you're still taking orders, may I please have switches Gwen and Hobie (Gwen as the original lee) with pears and/or oranges?? They've become somewhat of a comfort duo for me, hehe :)<

Fruit(s): Pears, Oranges

Love these two! Writing for them is always fun, though all the spider scrimblos have a vice grip on my brain. Hobie gives off such asshole switch vibes, I can’t even- Went a little overboard with this one, but I have no regrets. (UvU) Back on topic, thank you for ordering your fruits, and I hope you Enjoy!

Switches: Gwen, Hobie

Summary: Gwen is struggling with her self-image, the negative thoughts creeping in as she stresses out. Hobie has the perfect way to help, and while it cheers her up, things don’t exactly go how he expects them to.

Warnings: poor self-image/esteem topic! This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!

Gwen stared up at the ceiling of Hobie’s inner houseboat, letting her thoughts drift. They weren’t going anywhere good.

She had failed so much as-of-late. Her dad discovering her secret identity, the anomalies getting out of control, the Spot’s wave of leftover destruction, everything with Miles… Even though none of those were truly her fault, it really felt that way; her mind took those feelings as grim, guilty facts. Growing tired of his bedroom ceiling, Gwen grabbed a pillow, burying her teary face in it. Maybe smothering herself in her sorrows would help…

Hobie slunk into the room, his cheeky smile falling the moment he saw Gwen’s sulking form. The punk sat on the edge of his bed, the old mattress sinking in with his weight. He poked the pillow, making Gwen huff. “Hey…what’s goin’ on, Gwendy?”

The girl groaned into the soft object, shrugging. “‘M fine…” The muffled lie was barely audible, but Hobie’s keen hearing caught it clear as day. So, so much was running through her mind, but she couldn’t burden her friend with those thoughts. Best to figure it out herself…probably.

Damn it, Gwen… A large, calloused hand rested on her stomach, one finger drawing small circles around the thin fabric of her t-shirt. “Not buyin’ that, sweetheart. You need some cheerin’ up?”

Small giggles slipped past her guarded lips, muffled by the pillow. As much as she wanted to deal with everything herself, some comfort would be nice. Especially the kind Hobie was suggesting… Gwen mumbled an “mm-hm” into the fabric, not pushing him away. That was all the lanky teen needed to get started.

Hobie lightly tickled her stomach, his fingers doing figure-eights against her shirt. The other teen’s feet started to drum on the bed, muffled giggles making their way to his ears. It was adorable, the way she let him cheer her up with the silly touch. It was clear the tickles were helping. “Aww, Gwenny, all ya had to do was ask.”

To anyone outside their inner circle, this might’ve seemed strange. She just let him tickle her like that? Yeah, she did; that girl was practically melting. In the midst of her bleak thoughts, a little fluff and silliness was like heaven. Tickling in general made her happy, but the gentle stuff from someone she cared about to cheer her up? Immediate serotonin release.

As much as he loved her muffled giggles, he was after a bigger reaction. The punk climbed further onto her bed, sitting on her thighs so she couldn’t kick him. Hobie grabbed the pillow, tugging it away from her face. The bright red cheeks and wobbly smile he was greeted with made him snicker. “Hey, girlie. No hidin’ those giggles; they’re too cute for jus’ the pillow ta hear.”

She whined through the adorable sound, half-heartedly batting at his hands. “H-Hohohobie! Quhihit teheasing!” To be honest, she loved the teases, but her cheeks were red enough without the cheeky words. “Sorry, but ya too cute to not tease. ‘M sure you’ll survive.” He slipped a finger under her shirt, scratching at her navel with a smug grin.

Gwen squealed, shooting upwards and shoving at his hand. “H-HOHOhohobiehe! You prihihick! Dohon’t do thahat!” 

So, of course, he kept doing that.

Pushing her shoulder back down to the mattress, Hobie slid her shirt up, scribbling all around her poor belly button. Gwen practically screeched, her feet kicking out behind the anarchist as she frantically shoved at him. “G-KYAAAH! YOUHUHU DIHIHICK! NAHAHAHA!” 

That got a snort out of the older spider, his cool rings sending goosebumps across her skin as he “tormented” her. “Heard of a giggle button, but I never knew ya could have a “lose your damn mind” button. I’ll be sure to remember that one.”

The rougher tickles, while unexpected, were still helping, They helped to drown out the rest of her sour thoughts, replacing the sticky guilt with bright, raucous laughter and giddy glee. Gwen was about at her limit though, his evil fingers pulling squeak after squeal from her wobbly lips. “H-HOBS! IHI CAHAHAN’T- QUIT!”

He huffed, not wanting to go too far. The punk switched from pokes to rubs, patting and massaging her buzzing tum to try and dull the ticklish aftershocks. The girl huffed and giggled, recovering from the brief, yet effective goofiness. “Th-thahanks Hobs. I needed thahat.” 

The punk laid down beside her, grabbing the pillow from earlier and smacking her with it. “Any time, Gwendy. Just gotta ask.” 

Gwen yelped when the fluffy thing smacked her face, her spider sense warning her just a second too late; her subconscious apparently didn’t deem pillows a threat. She was about to hit him back when she realized she had a great opportunity to be a shit. Even though she loved it, payback could be given…heheh. 

Pouncing out of nowhere, she wrestled with her friend, eventually managing to pin him to the bed. While he was a bit stronger, she had caught him by surprise, throwing him off his game. Gwen playfully wiggled her fingers in front of him, smirking. “TIme for a taste of your own medicine, Hobie~”

Before he could protest, five nimble fingers dug into his belly while the other pinned his arms above his head. Hobie didn’t care to hold anything in, just letting the giggles flow as he squirmed. It was apparently the wrong day for him to wear a crop top. “B-buhut yohou liked ihihit!”

She snickered, letting her acrylic nails drag across his midsection. “Maybe. Doesn’t mean I can’t get you back.” Gwen gave his hips a squeeze, giggling as the punk snorted. “Besides, you like it just as much.” 

Hobie took the extra effort to flip her off, making the other teen squawk. She was right, of course; he was barely fighting back, enjoying the turnabout. Scorned and feeling brave, Gwen leaned her head down, blowing a sudden raspberry on his navel. That did it.

“G-GWEHEHEN! WHAHA’ THE FAHAHACK?!” She snorted at his words, sitting back up with a smirk. “You flipped me off, you jerk! Totally deserved.” She went back to his hips, appreciating his low-waisted jeans as she traced little shapes onto his upper hips. “Loving your outfit, by the way. Very ler-friendly.”

He groaned, bucking his hips as more little snorts decorated his laugh. His hips always had him sounding like a piglet. “Sh- snrk shuhuhut uhup! Thaha’ wahahasn’t on puhuhurpose!” 

She was about to tease him again, but a low whirr sounded in the room, a few knick-knacks slowly floating up in the room; one of their friends was visiting Hobie’s dimension.

“Damn it. You’re lucky, Hobs.” She pinched his side one last time before climbing off him, going to greet whoever just arrived. It was probably Pav, coming over for one of their unprompted game nights. 

Hobie giggled off the rest of the adrenaline, rubbing his exposed belly and staring up at the ceiling. He had trained those shits too well…

Taking a deep breath, the punk hauled himself out of the bed, grabbing his guitar from the corner before leaving the bedroom. Hobie hadn’t planned on getting tickled, though he was glad he helped Gwen cheer up. Even if it was a bit unconventional. Then again, what was normal about any of them? He greeted Pav, a smile still on his face as he grabbed out Clue for their game night.

[intcritus]

❛ i’m trying to fix your hair, so hold still. ❜ (xylar/lyra ... she was in fact NOT fixing it but messing with it more uvu)

part of xylar is aware that lyra couldn't possibly be fixing his hair. he could feel it becoming messier but it's not like he wants to stop her. the touch feels nice, the occasional scrape of her nails against his scalp makes the otherwordly protector hum, lashes flutter shut. ❝ ━ if you were fixing it, it would take more than two minutes. at this point, you're just fluffing it. ❞ and still, he leans into her hands, letting her do as she pleases. it's already a fluffy mess and at her hands, it becomes even more so. ❝ ━ we have one of those human reservations, y'know. i thought you really wanted to go to this restaraunt ? or am i mistaken ? ❞ / @metrictita

[xamassed]

⟬ @astherea​ ⟭

' So.... Venti...... What do you think of a little vacation time?  I have saved some money we could use, and go to a nice, quiet place! '  -mona uvu

“You want to go on a vacation with me?” The tips of his fingers touched at his chest in mock surprise. “Me? Well, now — I never thought I’d see the day when you were so bold, Mona! I’m proud of you.”

The cheeky bard slipped closer and took her hand into his. He linked their fingers, thumb grazing soft skin.

“I would love to go somewhere with you, my star. I don’t care where, as long as it means I can see you smile.” He pressed a soft kiss to her knuckles, but let his lips linger as he went on. “Where did you have in mind? I’m curious to know what your ideal vacation is. There will be wine, of course? It’s not a real vacation if there isn’t plenty of wine!”

[immoralimmortals]

konan smells like petrichor, peace lilies, and zephyranthes

maybe a hint of candlewax or camphor oil

the only two notes that really seems to fit for deidara at the moment for us is rosemary and demolition range smoke

he needs to smell sharp, a touch acrid but clean

kisame is hard to note down, the only note we have is fingerlime

itachi is also someone we have a bit difficulty pinning down, ironically, we have wintercherry for now

nagato is one we haven't thought about too much but should share notes with or be very complimentary to konan's profile

Wonderful concepts! I think Nagato might be really nice with some incense, amber and resins? Frankincense is coming to mind for me with the florals you picked, maybe something darker too to represent his special piercings.

I've never smelled fingerlimes, but google suggests it is slightly herbaceous, which I think is always a great scent to pair with regular lime.

The rest of these, at least to my limited experience, seem like they would fit! Thank you for sharing uvu

[astheroid]

Ka-Kacchan 😫💦 (Bakugouwu x reader SMUT 🤯)

Author-chan here!!!!!! I decided to write for my bb Kacchan bc hes just such a cutie >.< hehe anyways ENJOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I walked into the hero association with my long Blonde hair flowing in the wind. “SARAH!!” Deku called, walking over to me. “Baka-Deku, what do you wabt?” I asked, making a cute face. “I heard Kacchan wants youuuuu” he said raising his green puffy eyebrows. “Ka-Kacchan?? Why.. why would he ever want me?” I asked, batting my bright blue eyes in his directuon. “I do not know Sara-chan” he answered, blushing bright red. “I think… he might have a crush on you” I GASPED!! (author’s note: UwU OMGGG IT’S GETTING ~SPICYYYY~) I smiled sweetly at deku before hopping over to Bakugou, flipping my hair over m shoulder. “Ohio K-Kacchan, what do you want?” I said, trying to be tough. He glared at me pomeranian hair sticking up as I touched him. “NOTHING YOU BITCH!!” He yelled, shoving me. I started crying. “BAKA-KUGOU WHY DID YOU DO THAT????” I yelled. He lookd at me. “Idk you’re just ugly.” He said and walked away. I touched my frail wrist and realized it was broken. I went to the doctor’s and got it fixed, mad at Kacchan te whole way. I saw Kacchan after work and went to be mad at him. “WHY DID YOU DO THAT?????” I screamed activating my Ice Quirk. “You’RE JUST AN UGLY STUPID EXTRA!!” Ye glared at me, hands booming. “IF I’M SO UGLU WHY DO YOU LIKE MEEEE?????/?” I yelled in his face. He gasped and tears fell from his eyes. “BAKAaAaAaAAAA HOW DO U KNOW THAT?” He said. “I know because your always mean to me :(“ I pouted. He said “t-th-that’s not t-true BAKA-SARAAH.” I grinned menacingly with my fangs. “Of course it’s true Ba-kacchan” “Don’t call me that” he said, blushing. “Ba-kacchan” I said again, my own cheeks getting red against my pale skin. He grabbed my arm “let’s go to my house and see if you wan’t to call me that again Baka-Sarah-chan”. (author’s note: OMGGGGGGG SMUT COMING SOON!!! TANK U FOR READING THIS FAR!!! Should I make a Deku-chan one next? He’s my lil beann and I wanna write 4 him :3)

UwU SMUTTTTTTTTTT BWLOE THE CUT!!!! Skip if you want but its my favorit part ;3

We arrived at his house and no-one was home, it was just me and Kacchan (author’s note: SPICYYYYYY whatr you gonna do bakacchan O///O). He threw me on his bed and took off his shirt (author’s note: MMM HIS STOMACH I’M DROOLING ;w;). He pushed me down and went to the bathroom, when he came out he had no pants too!! I was surprised by his cream stick poking through his underwear. “Take off ur clothes baka” he huffed face very red. I pouted. “Make me Ba-Kacchan”. He growled ferally nd ripped mt clothes off my body. I gasped, pale Skin getting goosebumps. “There I made you” he said rolling his eyes. I blushed very hard. “Now let me show u what happens when you call me Ba-kacchan >:(“ (autho’rs note: *w* OMGOMGOMGOMG IT’S HAPPENING GUYSSS!! YOUR AUTHOR-CHAN IS SOOOO EXCITED!!!). He took off his Dog undies and I saw… A HUGE DING-DONG!!! He put it inside me and moved quickly. I moaned “OoOoOoOoOoOoOoHhHhHhHHHH Ka-Kacchan… go faster!!” He went faster, grumbling my name. After a bit he took his member out and Spat on me. “That’s why u don’t call me Ba-Kacchan Bitch”. I layed on his bed amd panted; legs too weak to stand up. He put his pants over his meat scepter and grinned at me. “I hope you learned your lesson Baka-Sarah”.

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Smut done :(((( Stay to read the rest tho!!!

I stayed in his house for 30 minutes before leaveing. “B-bye k-k-Kacchan” I stuttered. My legs were still wobbly. I went home and jumped on my bed dreaming of Kacchan railing me again ;). When I woke up I felt really sick and threw up in the bathroom. ‘Oh no……’ I thought. WAS I PREGANTE????? (author’s note: OOHHHHHHHHHHH DRAAAMAAAAA!!! Hehe it gets so exciting) I rushed to the store to buy a test, completely forgetting about my job as a Hero. I gasped at the test. ‘I’m… Perngant??’ I touched my belly. ‘I have Ba-kacchan’s baby in here…” ‘I have to call him’. I called and talked to him on the phone. “K-Kacchan” I stuttered “I got pragnent!” He gasped. “F*ck. Are u gonna keep it?” I gasped. “OF COURSE!!!!! I CAN”T KILL OUR BABY!!!!!!!!!” (author’s note: OMGEEEE THEY’RE FIGHTING 🥺🥺🥺) Kacchan sobbed. “I DON’T HAVE ENOUGH MONEY TO PAY FOR A KID!!” “YOU DON’T NEED TO, I CAN!!!! I DOUN’T NEED YOU ANYWAYS!!!!” I screamed, crying too. He left the call and I cried harder. Idk what to do with a BABY. He came to my house. He crossed his arms madly. “We need to kill the baby.” “NO I CAN’T DO THAT!!” I screamed (author’s note: OoOoOoOoOh THEY’RE GOING THRU IT!!!!!). “Why not????????” He pouted. His hands sparked. “THAT’S MURDER BA-KACCHAN!!!” My long Silky hair whipped around as I yelled up at him. He tried to hit my stomach, but I dodged and Froze him in placee. “DON’T HIT ME BAKA-KUGOU!!!!!!!!” I screamed. “STOP TYRING TO MURDER O U R CHILD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” He huffed. “I DON’T WANT A STUPID KID WITH A WHORE LIKE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1!!!!” I gasped loudly. “I’M NOT A WHORE YOU’RE JUST A JERK!!!!!” He burst out of the ice and kissed me. “I don’t want a crusty crotch goblin to ruin our relationship” “He won’t I promise” I said blushing Red and patting my tummy. He sighed loudly. “Ok fine we can keep the cum droplet I just don’t wanna pay” I smiled “OK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” “So……. will you marry me?” I gasped suuuper loud “OF COURSE BAKUGOU!!!!! I LOVE U!!!”

TIMESKIP!!!!!!!! UwU I loveeee this story so far; hope u guys like it too ;3

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We ended up having 8 babys. I’m the #1 hero (author’s note: Deku is too baby to be a hero 🥺 I think Strong reader-chan is better for that >:3) and Kacchan is my sidekick. Our kids have the strongst quirks in the world!!!1!!! Ray Andy Mei Akira Bobby David & Deku Jr have explosion-Ice quirks, but Maya (author’s note: Maya is my faaavoriteeee UvU) has A SUPER POWERFUL ICE QUIRK (just like her mama)!!!!!! We lived a very happy nice life after that and had a ton of money!!

BONUS SMUT!!!!!!!!!!!! Hehe I wanted to do a lil extra ~spicy~ something as a reward for reading this far >wO

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Kacchan plugged me up with his thicc Pleasure Pump. I whined “KA-KACCHAN YOU’RE TOO BIG~” He didn’t listen and kept going pounding me into the wall. There was a collar around my neck (author’s note: K!NKYYYYYY~~~~~) and my Face was mushd into the wall. He kept going for quite some time until he hit something in me. I scREAMED “OOOOHHHHHH KACCHAN THAT’S ITtTtTTTTttttTTTT~~~” he grunted and pushed harder. His manhood felt so GOOOOOOD. (author’s note: I kinda want Bakugouwu to @#!% me if u know what i mean ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)) He did it until he Cummed; taking it out so we wouldn’t have more babys.

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HEHEHEHEHEHHEHHEEEE THAT WAS SO HOT *w*. ANYWAYSSS HERE’S AN AUTHOR-CHAN QnA!!!!!!!

Favorite food: BAKUGOU UwU

Favorite character: BBY DEKU!!!! He’s MINE get away Broke Uraraka >:((((

Favorite color: Anything but pink :/ soooo cringy

Favorite Anime: MY HERO OBV!!!

Ships: Me x my hero boysss 🤤 the girls are all dumb and gay is sin :^/

Next chapter????:

NEXT CHAPTER PREVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Deku stared at us jelously. “I-I don’t understand… I…. I really like you Sarah-Chan!!! Why did u have to choose Kacchan 🥺” I looked at him sadly. “He got me pregnent Deku-chan I had toooo” He looked at Bakugou mad. “You took my crush away from me Kacchan…….” Kacchan yelled at him “SHE’S MINE SO BACK OFF BAKA-DEKUUUUU!!!!!!!!” Deku started cryeing and looked at me for help “She was supposed to be MY wife Mean Kacchan :(“ Bakugou laughed. “NO CHANCE LOSER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

The next chapter will be coming out sooooon :D I hope you guys liked!!!!! It’s gonna be so good and even a little smutty *o* n e wAys, catch all you lil reader-chan beans l8ter!!!

Last updated: April 1, 2016

[This is 100% a joke and not a real representation of my writing skills. Happy April Fools ;D]

[xdreamer45x]

Rewatching the earlier episodes of season 1 DP made me realize that there was such a fluid, dynamic feel to the animation and shot compositions that becomes lost later on in the series. Those early episodes let the characters break their models just enough to breathe and move more naturally, whereas by the time we reach season 3, the characters are so strictly kept on-model, their movements feel stiff and lifeless and that always bothered me

Even how ghost abilities were animated early in season 1 looked so cool, like how both Danny and the ghosts had moments of being translucent, how Danny’s ghost sense behaved more dynamically instead of the tiny wisp it became, and how intangibility and beams and other junk looked more ghost-like. It gave the show more of a supernatural feel, like this was a kid with spooky powers fighting off spirits, rather than what we later settle into that feels more like superhero fighting monsters. Season 3 is especially guilty of the latter

I’m gonna focus for a moment on “Attack of the Killer Garage Sale” cuz I literally just watched it today and it has those early animation elements I mentioned. The fight between Danny and the possessed electric shaver had some great animation moments for Danny; the way he squeezes himself out of the cord wrapped around his waist was delightfully fluid, and the subtle movements when his legs reformed from his ghost tail were a nice touch, too. The way his ghost sense trails from his mouth to Dash’s door while he’s at the party was such a cool moment as well, like it really makes it look like a ghost sense in that it literally sensed where Technus was and was directing Danny towards him, I really wish it behaved more like that throughout the show’s duration, or at the very least did more beyond the tiny puff. Also, how Danny’s intangible form wisps and lingers when he shoves Technus out of Dash’s room was great, too ;o Then there’s one of my favorite, most memorable shots from the entire show, the scene where Danny comes flying into frame directly from the camera before slamming into a wall right behind him, like my god that was perfection =w= I also wanna point out that during Danny’s initial scuffle with Technus in the lab, Danny’s aura was blue. It was a subtle detail but I thought it was really neat ^v^

Of course there’s more moments and other S1 episodes with the afforementioned elements, and I also wanna take a sec to point out that whoever was the lead artist/animator on “Doctor’s Disorders”, as well as on the second half of episodes like “Lucky in Love”, “Million Dollar Ghost”, “Pirate Radio”, and “Public Enemies”, I love them and have always been fascinated with their character animation ever since I was little UvU That falls into the same category as the more dynamic/fluid animation we got earlier in the series, which unfortunately petered out in the beginning of season 2; I never saw that artist’s style crop up again after “Pirate Radio”

To be perfectly honest, I would KILL to see “The Ultimate Enemy” animated in the same manner of early season 1. TUE is my favorite episode and I think it would look super cool with that type of style X3

TL;DR I miss the more dynamic and fluid animation style of season 1 and wish they had kept it up through the entire series

[fairestwriting]

title: think about it tomorrow

word count: 2629

summary: Even after that difficult day of work, Ruggie had one more task he needed to complete, one that he didn’t expect would end with him just coming home.

this fic post is a lil different from my usual ones but! i did a trade with @nicoliharu​ !! and heres my part of it uvu

Savanaclaw’s lounge has an eerie glow at night, blue irradiating from the pool in the center that people say looked uncanny when it was empty, like now. That, or visitors would find it pretty.

Ruggie himself didn’t care much. Usually, when he had work at the Lounge, he’d come back to that, and it was more familiar than anything. Without the other students around, it was more like the only thing welcoming him back “home”, so there’s a vague comfort there. He always gives it a bit of a stare before walking to his room.

Sometimes he sits there and thinks over the silence. Makes calculations in his mind about how much money he was sending back home, how much he needed for himself. Thinks about exam dates and those extravagant events Azul made him and the other employees suffer through. Leona’s errands, Crowley’s tasks, windows to be cleaned, letters to answer.

He doesn’t have time for that tonight. Ruggie’s heading straight back to his room, Agatha should be coming over soon, after all, he promised he’d help her out with Animal Languages.

Yeah, it seems sort of insane to accept requests like these when he was having such a busy week, he knows. It’s not like he doesn’t have the spine to decline them, or something, just… well. Agatha is Agatha. She’s not like anyone else in that school.

Agatha was the only girl, for one, and also, one of Ruggie’s close friends. A couple sparks had been rushing between them lately, which made him so much more excited than he should be, but he was grateful for the friendship itself. In his two years of being a NRC student, he never really found someone who had a presence that… healing. Agatha was understanding and kind, the sort of person that compels you to wind down just by being there.

(Really, how rare was someone like that in Night Raven College?)

So he had a crush he was comfortable with. Nothing wrong with that, right? And nothing wrong with wanting to see her after waiting all these damn tables either.

He opens the door to his room and wobbles inside with a sigh. But, man, he was exhausted. He hoped it wouldn’t show through too much when she got there. It wasn’t necessarily that late, just… he hadn’t caught a damn break today. He wonders if there’s time to rest his eyes for a bit before she gets there—

“Ruggie?” He perks up at the voice he hears outside. “Are you in there?”

And there she is! He feels inclined to smile. One very much needed spark of energy runs through him.

“Yeah, yeah, just a second!” He responds, first moving to turn on the lights, which he hadn’t done yet, then to open the door. Agatha greets him with one of her usual smiles. “You ready to work?”

“Ah, well.” She laughs, a bit awkwardly. “I’ll be doing my best. I hope it’s not too much of a bother or anything!”

Really, how could she ever be?

“Nah, not at all.” He says, allowing her inside before the door is closed. It makes a bit of a heavy noise when he shuts it. “If it’s Animal Languages, then I’m your guy! And, I always have time for you, shishishi.”

Agatha gives him a small chuckle. “You’re too good to me.”

“It’s just what you deserve, y’know!”

She sits on his bed while he’s picking up the papers he’d put together earlier on his desk. Drowsiness creeps in, but he knows how to push that aside well enough. He needed to do his best now. Just not let all that exhaustion show through so he could lend Agatha a hand! Then, then he could sleep…

Sleep sounds nice, doesn’t it? His brain tempts him, but he blinks multiple times, and hopes that good enough to stave off the feeling.

“So, what part did you have trouble with?” He asks, sitting next to Agatha, opening the textbook over his lap. The logical part of his brain wishes he had more than one chair in his room, so they could sit by the desk. The less logical part is just happy to be here.

“Mmh, it was with these...sentences Mr. Trein asked us to translate, I think? I couldn’t really get the difference between these two noises… I think it’s in chapter 7, hold on.”

She gets the book from Ruggie’s lap, bringing it closer to herself. He lets his eyes linger on her a little while she’s flipping through pages, shiny amber eyes narrowed at the words.

A silly smile appears on his face. Ruggie feels like a lucky guy, which he guesses it’s sort of odd, they’re not even dating or anything like that. And this was supposed to be him doing her a favor. Technically, he doesn’t gain anything from this, and yet…

Agatha’s hair is this nice red-like color that stands out while it flows over her shoulder. Ruggie doesn’t know the exact word for the color, maybe it was burgundy? Garnet? That doesn’t matter. The point is she’s just… beautiful. Eye-catching besides that pleasant aura that melted all his worries away. She’s there, so it’s like everything will be okay. Ruggie lets out a small laugh, in a way, this looks just like a dream—

“Ruggie.” Her voice calls for him, firmer than its usual airy tone. He blinks, a stronger haze settling over his mind. So he dozed off. Huh. “...are you okay? I think you just fell asleep for a bit.”

“I’m good!” Ruggie chirps almost immediately. Her brows furrow in worry. “Just dozed off for a bit. Uh.” He laughs awkwardly. “What were you trying to show me?”

Agatha stares intently, concerned expression intensifying on her face.

“Ruggie…” She begins again, head tilting a bit towards him. “I don’t think you should be studying right now. You should’ve told me you were tired.”

“Hey, I’m good, though!” He argues, but there’s no bite to it, really, he couldn’t add that in even if he tried. Agatha sighs, shaking her head. “We can keep going.”

“I’m not letting you study like this. Come on, you should get some rest.” She moves to close the textbook, but he grabs at it first, reflexes slowed down or not. “Ruggie.” She says, in a gently scolding tone.

“It’s fine, I told you.” He tries to argue again. It looks like she wouldn’t buy that at all, and, well… “Didn’t you need help? It won’t even take too long, I can just…”

“No. That’s final.” Agatha states, cheeks puffing slightly. “You’re so stubborn. Just rest a little, okay? We can study tomorrow.” She huffs, hand placed on the top of his head in a pat — That turns into something like light petting that sends a weird, fuzzy feeling across Ruggie. “Come on. You can lean on me if you wanna.”

Ruggie crosses his arms, but she looks at him all invitingly, with that warm expression on her face. And his resolve dwindles…

Ah. Ruggie isn’t really a strong man when it comes to things like that, is he?

“...what kinda leaning are we talking about?” He asks, a bit of a smile on his face. Well, maybe this wasn’t bad either.

Agatha chuckles. “You can lay on my lap or on my shoulder, what you’d like. As long as you take a little break, you stubborn hyena.”

Yeah, it’s not bad at all.

“Then I’m on it, shishi.” He can’t help but grin a little. “You said I could do it, so.”

He pushes the book off Agatha’s lap — Hey, it’s an opportunity, he’s not just gonna miss that — and moves to lean his head on her thighs, sighing when they touch. Agatha does a bit of a small, barely noticeable jump like she wasn’t expecting him to take that offer, but in just a second, her smile widens, still soft and warm. Ruggie smiles back at her.

“That’s the only way I can get you to rest, huh?” Agatha sighs, leaning back for a bit. “You’re such a workaholic.”

Ruggie doesn’t say much of anything. He begins to feel drowsy already, but… really, when he’s like this, how could he really sleep? He can feel his heartbeat quicken, the room filled with a silence that’s both comfortable and comforting.

Agatha’s hand makes its way into the mess that was his hair, Ruggie feels himself perk up — and then immediately begin to relax, feeling how the tips of her fingers begin to run along it, untangling knots and gently scratching against his scalp, then the back of his ears—

Ah. The tension in his body starts melting away, pressing his face against Agatha’s thigh some more. Damn it, that felt nice. If he had to die like that, he really doesn’t mind. He feels all fuzzy inside, the humming that begins to leave Agatha sounds faraway, even.

He sighs.

His thoughts get muddled… was he that much of a workaholic, he begins to wonder. It felt so natural to just fill every second of his day with those part-time jobs. He didn’t hate it at all, he’d come to every location with a smile, ready to tackle the day, but maybe he pushed himself a little too hard sometimes.

It’d be nice if he could come back to something like this everyday. Ruggie found his dorm room decently homey, but… with Agatha there, it’s a whole different story. Maybe she’s just spoiling him like this — He leans against her hand as she scratches the back of his ears once more, knowing they’ve gotten a bit twitchy — but whether he’d admit that out loud one day or not, he just really likes it. He feels floaty, fuzzy…

“Hey.” He half opens his eyes, Agatha’s gentle smile is the first thing he sees, warming his heart. Something straight out of a dream. “Y’know what, I really like you.”

Her posture straightens in shock.

“Eh?” She blinks, and only now, Ruggie notices what came out of his mouth.

“Uh. I mean.” Oh. Oops, he giggles awkwardly. That hadn’t been how he thought he’d tell her about it, but… gotta make the best out of what you have, huh? Whether that went well or not… “Is that weird? If you don’t feel the same we can just drop it. But I’m telling you the truth. You’re just… special. I feel really comfortable with you, and all.”

He feels his face warm up, and he’s still laying there — These are kind of embarrassing things to say, aren’t they? But it’s her, and it’s true — Agatha is undeniably flustered, maybe they shared the slight red tint to their faces now. Ah, it’s weird. He feels anxiety threaten to pull him under for the first time in a while—

“I… I do too. A lot. M-Maybe too much.” And she stutters, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear as she looks away in this rare sort of shyness. “S-So, it’s not weird at all!”

Ruggie’s heart skips a beat.

“Cool. Okay.” The words processing in his mind, repeating over and over like they hadn’t registered yet, echoing. His face felt impossibly hot, his self control running low. “...can I kiss you?”

Agatha blinks, still wide eyed, and a smile appears on her lips, she fiddles with her hair again, brushing it off her shoulder. “I… yeah.”

All of this, it’s so… Ruggie has a tough time wrapping his head around it all, but he’s not going to argue a reality like this at all. Sparkling with excitement, he gets up, sitting next to Agatha again, and they exchange a look for a moment as he smiles, foreheads touching.

Ruggie feels like he doesn’t even know how to begin, like she’s his very first kiss. Tentative hands cup Agatha’s cheeks, and in the peak of his enthusiasm, they just go for it, so close to being at the same time — And their lips meet.

He feels euphoric, almost every bit of exhaustion forgotten when he feels Agatha’s smile against his, small breathy laughs bubbling up and leaving them before the kiss deepens and Agatha pushes back against him too.

They’re not really thinking about it at all, and maybe that’s how Ruggie prefers it. Agatha is warm when she presses closer to him, her arms wrapping around him, and he continues to hold her face in his hands even as they pull away to breathe for a moment, seeing her smile.

“You’re so cute.” She says in between slightly harsher breaths. “Ruggie…”

And he thinks of the time he’s thought about something like this happening, none of his fantasies ever really went like this — There was always some sort of struggle, a larger pause after he tells Agatha about his feelings even when he thought of victorious scenarios. Even when he had her with him in the end.

He wonders when they kiss again, should anything have the right to feel so easy?

She tastes vaguely like lipstick, something cherry-like and similar to what he’d associate to the color of her hair, with a hint of sweetness. Her arms around him pull him closer with surprising strength, he feels her heartbeat on his when their chests touch.

And Ruggie’s not good at keeping his hands to himself— He notices he’d been hungry, wanting something like this for too long, and even though the world feels too dreamlike, blurry from exhaustion and still a bit of denial, he lets his hands wander. He touches her arm first, but it doesn’t linger there, going down her sides and ending up on her hips, wondering if he could let them wander further, maybe over her thighs—

“Ahaha, s-sorry, I’m just really happy.” They pull away, breathing heavily, and Agatha is giggling, her smile turning the dim room into the sun itself. Ruggie can’t help but share the expression. “I never thought… this really feels like a dream.”

“Yeah.” Ruggie agrees. “What do we… are we doing anything else, or?”

His face feels hotter upon saying the words. He sounds lame, but—

“I don’t know.” She says with a sigh, but it’s content. Their foreheads touch, bodies still too close to each other, and too happy to be where they are. “I’m just happy we’re here.”

“Mm, me too.”

There’s one more kiss, although a brief one. Agatha’s hand is on his hair, idly running fingers through strands, even after they part again.

“You still look so tired.” She points out, voice gentle. “Don’t you wanna call it a day?”

Ruggie has to sigh. Well…

“Maybe.” He admits, finally, even though he doesn’t want to be away from her at all now. “But I’m gonna miss you if you leave.” It’s a playful complaint, even though he means it. Agatha chuckles a bit.

“I can stay with you, then.” She says with a rare sort of decisiveness. “Someone’s gotta take care of you if you’re not gonna do it yourself.” She pouts, pulling him a bit closer.

His eyes threaten to flutter shut like this.

“If it’s you, then.” He murmurs, laughing quietly. “Guess it’s alright.”

Agatha gives him one more kiss, a small affectionate peck on his lips.

“Good. Let’s think about everything else tomorrow, okay?”

Then it goes by easily. He sighs, releasing tension with his exhale, and Agatha holds out her arms for him with an inviting smile.

They lay down, not really bothering to turn off the lights just yet. Ruggie makes himself at home there, back of his head on her chest, an arm pulling him closer while she continues to pet him, warm and dreamlike.

And they think about it tomorrow.

[stardew-saloon]

perhaps,,, some sambastian...? idk maybe like seb takes sam on a bike ride? brain smooth i just like sambastian

Hi thanks this is the cutest idea ever ! This is all I’m gonna think about for the next twenty years. <3

I decided to do like. How it turns out in Seb’s ten heart event, where he smooches the Farmer for the first time!

This one is kind of long because I got carried away whoops !! Please enjoy uvu

Sambastian Bike Ride

Sam and Sebastian were hanging out in the basement, their perferred hangout spot as Jodi liked to come in unannounced quite often. They were watching whatever was on Sebasitan’s laptop, but neither were paying attention, too focused on how close they were to each other.

They weren’t ever very touchy. Lately, though, the two would gravitate towards each other. Their hands were graze each other when they walked and Sam could feel how warm Seb was when he would reach over him and try to teach him how to play pool properly.

Out of nowhere, Sebastian asks if Sam wants to go take a ride on his bike. He’d only mentioned wanting to ride it once or twice. Seb suspected he was scared of it, but he never said that.

Sam agrees almost immediately, his eyes lighting up in a way that Sebastian had grown to love. He thought Sam was annoying when he first moved in. They were both very young, with Sam’s father going off to war and Sebastian’s recently dying. They bonded over that after a couple months of Sebastian being angry at everything.

Now, though, their relationship was much better. Feelings had started to blossom years ago. Neither wanted to admit it, especially not Sebastian.

They get up from his bed, untangling themselves from the pile of blankets. Sebastian threw on one of his sweaters (which was really Sam’s, but he had stolen it), walking upstairs with Sam trailing behind.

They wave goodbye to Robin, barely getting out without an interrogation from Demetrius about where they were going and when they would come back.

Sebastian gets the bike out, taking out one of his extra helmets for Sam.

“You, uh. Might wanna do something about your hair.” Sebastian has to hold in his laughs when Sam looks confused. He makes a motion to show what Sam’s hair looks like, making them both break out in laughter. Sam pulls his hair back, tying it into a ponytail. Seb has to look away because his face is so red.

Once the helmets are on, Sebastian gets on first, followed by Sam. “If you don’t want to fall off, I suggest holding onto me.” Slowly, Sam’s arms wrap around his thin waist, holding onto it like his life depended on it. Seb doesn’t say anything, but he gives his hand a pat, giving him the reassurance it needs.

Seb starts up the bike, making his way to the top of the mountains, where he liked to hang out when he needed to clear his mind. Sam clings to him, tucking his head against his back. He can barely focus on driving, too distracted by how Sam was holding him.

Eventually, when they arrived to the summit of the mountain, they both take off the helmets. Sam is still pressed against his back, his arms wound around his waist.

Sebastian is still for a moment before he moves to get up, tugging Sam with him. “What is this place?” Sam asks. He’d never seen it before, and he lived here much longer than Sebastian did. Sebastian did always have the best hiding places when they played hide and seek as kids. Maybe this was one of them.

“It’s just the top of the mountain. Nothing special,” Sebastian says, pulling Sam towards the cliff side. There wasn’t much, like he implied, just a few trees scattered around and a broken down bench. Behind one of the trees was a ratty blanket, one he had brought up when he was younger and expertly hidden.

Seb sets it up, sitting down and patting the spot next to him. The sun had already set, leaving a sky full of stars. The stars were much clearer here than in Zuzu city. That was one thing he appreciated from living here, aside from the person sitting next to him.

Speaking of, Sam plopped down next to him, his arms behind him. “It’s nice up here. How come I’ve never seen it before?” He says it like a whine, gently shoving Sebastian.

Sebastian laughs, shoving him back. That’s how things always are between them, joking around. Like friends. That’s all they’ll ever be. The thought strikes a bit of sadness in his heart, but he ignores it. “It’s for special people.”

Sam pouts, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “Aw, am I not special enough?” Seb pauses a beat, turning his face towards him. He’s just.. joking, right? It doesn’t feel like a joke.

Like a fool, Sebastian takes the bait. “No, you.. you are. You’re the most special person in my life, I think.” Sebastian has a soft smile on his face as he gazes up at Sam, their faces inches apart.

Their eyes meet for a moment, blue gazing into brown. Sebastian isn’t sure what happens next, but his eyes are closed and he feels Sam’s lips pressing against his gently. He returns the actions by wrapping his arms around his neck, his fingers tangling into his hair.

Sam’s arms coil around his waist, pulling Sebastian closer to him and leaning back to lay down with him, Sebastian on top. They pull away to smile at each other, followed by Sebastian’s head tucking in between his neck and his shoulder.

Sam laughs, squeezing the much shorter male close. “I didn’t know you thought so fondly of me, Sebby.” He laughs even more when he feels Sebastian bumps his nose against his cheek, huffing at him.

“I think more fondly of you when you don’t talk, Sammy.” He presses a kiss to his cheek, but that’s only met with another kiss from Sam. They’ll definitely need to have a talk about this later, but for now, they basked in each other presence, barely able to keep their hands off of each other.

It’s safe to say that Sebastian got a mouthful from Demetrius the next day when they come home at nearly 2 a.m, blushes on their faces and their hair messy.

They’re both happy, which is all that matters.

They start dating a few days later, telling Abby when it’s been a few weeks. They just wanted to be sure about everything, even though they’ve been sure about this since they were kids.

Robin gets told a month after, followed by Maru. She had always suspected there was something going on with them, but never wanted to make assumptions. Robin is incredibly supportive and starts treating Sam like another son. She swears to not tell Jodi until Sam and Seb say it’s okay, though.

Demetrius doesn’t ever get told. He has to figure it out when he sees Sam resting his hand in Sebastian’s back pocket. They were told to keep the touching to a minimum, but they didn’t listen to that very well.

Holy WOW I loved writing that. I don’t even care if that’s not what The People wanted, I had so much fun writing that and I literally wanna turn it into a fic now smh.

[the-crows-typist]

Henlo~! New follower UwU May I request an x reader for a certain "Rook Hunt" ÒwÓ? Word/s: A Purple Scarf or Scarf in general. I just thought maybe purple is a better fit hehehe ^^ I look forward to reading your works!! And, I do hope I got the requests right UvU;

Hello there! Oh, this is such a lovely ask!! And not to worry, you did just fine.

The Possibilities are Endless

“And the dye should be done” Using a pair of tongs, Rook pulled out the soaked cloth from the pool of boiling grapes. The once white cloth now a beautiful pale purple. “This would make a really nice scarf!” the hunter set down the hot cloth into some cool water with salt. “Indeed.” He regarded them with a smile. After a short salt bath, let’s hang this and clean up while we wait for it to dry.”

Boiled grape skins didn’t smell like hot grape juice, you thought to yourself as you disposed of the bits and pat the cauldron’s bottom a few times to nudge the bits stuck to the bottom, the salt water dumped into the drain and the tools washed and hung to dry.

Just as you let out a sigh of relief after finishing your duties, a soft material clung to the bag of your neck and wrapped around you. You turned as Rook expertly wrapped the cloth and tied it into a beautiful ribbon. The material was so soft and smelled like grapes, did he spray it with a cologne? He cupped your cheeks, bringing his face close to yours until your noses touched. “This color looks absolutely lovely on you.”

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What’s your favourite place to be kissed? (Rosalia uvu)

nosy sinday interview | accepting

     An unusual question to be asked, though perhaps one of the more... agreeable ones compared to what had been asked before. And at least she knew the answer to it without really needing to think on it.

❝Aside from actual kisses, I rather find a sense of enjoyment in having my forehead kissed... when there is no horn in the way, of course.❞ There was a little chuckle at that, as it were quite difficult otherwise. Not to mention the fact that the aforementioned appendage was one that she would not have touched by another unless she absolutely trusted the person in question. Too much of a weakness, it were, which had seen abuse many times over when she’d least expect it. 

     A little hum left her as she would give it another thought. ❝Now if you meant in a sexual sense... kisses onto the stomach are nice... ah, but I suppose that it hardly matters. So long as lips are involved, there is hardly a place that I might not like. If I were in an intimate relationship in some manner, as it were. I do not simply accept them from anyone, after all.❞

[telesthisia]

HANDY DANDY RP PLOTTING CHEAT-SHEET FOR PRINCESS ZELDA (A Link to the Past)!

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mun name: Amber!!  ooc contact: My DMs are always open for mutuals and non-mutuals alike (I think at least, if not don’t be afraid to send in asks either I try my best to get to them ;v;)! I do have a personal blog but weeps.... me no longer active on there. And a twitter but weeps once again, it’s an oc twitter despite my yellings of off topic things. MY DISCORD TOO!! Though my activity is very inconsistent somedays I’ll be on others not so much! Don’t be afraid to ask for that uvu 

who the heck is my muse anyway?

HOHO!!! For those who never touched The Legend of Zelda in their lives, I’m sure it’s pretty dang confusing to see more than one design of both Zelda and Link, I’ll try my best to explain this! The series follows a very, very convoluted timeline filled with plotholes, as such the Links and Zeldas we see throughout different titles of the game are actually reincarnations who are destined to seal away whatever darkness may threaten the lands known as Hyrule.

The Zelda I play as is the princess of Hyrule during a point in the timeline known as “Downfall Era” where the Hero of Time in OOT lost against Ganondorf in the final battle; Ocarina of Time is the reason for why there’s multiple timelines with each having their unique era depending on the choices in that game. The Downfall Era is known for having games known as A Link to The Past, Oracle of Seasons, Oracle of Time, Link’s Awakening, A Link Between Worlds, Triforce Heroes, The OG Legend of Zelda, Annnnd Adventure of Link! The Zelda I play as comes from A Link to The Past as well as the Oracle series and I guess Link’s Awakening despite having no appearance. The events of A Link to The Past and Oracle Series has deeply affected my Zellie in that she suffers from unspoken traumas as well depression. See, before the events of ALTTP there was a war known as the Imprisoning War, that war ended where the seven sages seal away Ganon. Peace reigned for a while until a series of plagues and droughts struck which affected the kingdom. It wasn’t until the antagonist of the game, a wizard by the name of Agahnim, would put an end to the misfortunate blighting Hyrule with his magic, gaining favor with the king. He was able to worm his way into court and from there act on his plans in breaking the seal to the sacred realm where the triforce and Ganon rest. Doing so, he must capture the seven maidens who are descendants of the seven sages and sacrifice them in order to break the seal and well, guess which princess happens to be one of those seven maidens? Suffice to say, he was successful in breaking the seal with Zelda being the final sacrifice. Here we find out that he’s actual the alter ego of Ganon (don’t question it too hard) and we also find out she’s not dead! Hooray! But she is trapped in a plane known as The Dark World, once the sacred realm corrupted by Ganon’s greed. So as all LOZ stories goes, Link saves the day. Happily ever after, right? Well... no, see unlike in the game where the ending is happy and everyone who died is alive I follow both the 90s comics and Himekawa manga where those who died in the games did not come back to life. This includes Zelda’s father, Link’s uncle and some of the maidens. It’s very bittersweet in that, the day is saved and Ganon is gone forever but at the cost of loved ones no longer coming back. 

Well... Ganon comes back! In the oracle series! Two years after ALTTP, Twinrova tries to resurrect him by using the blood and body of Princess Zelda, meaning she can actually die this time around. But Link saves the day once again. Which leads us today, the main verse of the blog which is a year after Oracles and three years after ALTTP! NOTE: That my smash verse more or less follows this timeline I have in place for this blog. 

things you should know

I sound like a broken record but. She’s a glass canon of sorts. Where she’s very powerful thanks to blood of the seven sages, the light force, and having hylia’s blood in her veins. As such, she’s very powerful and her magic super potent which is why so many people wanna sacrifice for dark rituals... BUT!! She has super power health issues that affects her magical stamina and body as such she can’t even use half her powerful magic and this upsets her greatly. It’s a small headcanon of mine because in the games and manga, she doesn’t really do much despite being a powerful magical princess. Keep in mind that ALTTP came out before the retcon that is Skyward Sword and before they decided to add more to Zelda’s abilities throughout the course of the series... so my brain went to: she’s powerful but can’t use magic too much due to poor health. It worked!! Before smash came along but I swear I’m not at all salty. To be fair, it was my fault for assuming things but imagine: glass canon Zelda. It sounded super cool at the time! 

She represses a lot if only for the sake of her nation and to appear as a good leader for her people. As such, she’s almost always calm and has a gentle smile on her face despite radio static sounds resounding in her thoughts. Give her time, she’ll open up and show you her playful side! 

She’s been surrounded by death considering before ALTTP, during ALTTP and kinda with Oracles if you count Twinrova, as well as having a connection with the spirit realm due to freaky PSI powers. So, she doesn’t really have a negative view on death and has actually gained that edgy romanticist view as the result of her life experiences. She’s very much someone who likes to live life to her fullest as the result... and well, it doesn’t help that she’s aware of her short life span thanks to her future vision. Something she won’t reveal to anyone more than likely as to not worry them. She’s more or less accepted her fate... speaking of which

She hates fate/destiny/etc but accepts whatever happens because again clairvoyance has proven that there’s no changing what’s been planned. So, she doesn’t bother fighting against it. But, what impresses her are those who manage to overcome destiny, something that Link does sometimes which is why she looks up to him. He’s that variable that the future can’t keep track of due to how ever changing he is. 

 She loves exploring creepy places, ruins, caves, and dungeons that are scattered throughout her kingdom, for both history and the spooky aesthetics of it! So if you see her outside the castle she’s more than likely getting ready to explore some spooky place. She’s almost always wearing her cloak but there are rare moments where she’s not either ;v; she’ll always go by the name Elle... worth mention she doesn’t bother hiding the mark of the triforce on her right hand.

Speaking of which, only people from the capital known as Castle Town and even some from Kakariko village as well know of the princess’ appearance. Various small towns throughout the land of Hyrule however, only remember her appearance from ALTTP where her hair was a more golden blonde rather than the platinum color that it’s taken from the various fear and stresses from her life. And also, she’s more freckly due to not wearing coverup when outside the castle. Ok well,,,,, here’s the best side by side comparison I have...

If you ask her what the light arrows are, she’ll look at you funny. She comes from a time where silver arrows are a thing :’) the few things that can defeat Ganon

Closet romantic, as in she loves love and wishes for a romance of her own but when it comes to her own feelings she’s an idiot due to repressing feelings.

what she’s been up to:

main verse: Which is during the events of Skyward Sword, as such she’s no longer in Skyloft nor does she have the full knowledge that she’s Hylia but Zelda is suspecting that there’s a connection there. She does not know how to wield her magic as it comes and goes in spurts. She’s seen throughout the Surface so she can be anywhere! Even in other timelines due to using the Gate of Time, we can just say that something screwed up causing for her to end up in another time period or even verse! LOZ series is pretty flexible in time travel.

where to find her:

Graveyard + Sanctuary: It’s a soothing place to visit and also to pay respects to the fallen in ALTTP. 

One of the three provinces (my rendition of Hyrule is a little bigger than the in game map so don’t be afraid to add places that aren’t in ALTTP but in other titles, I know I tend to do): aka anywhere in the fields, she’s a woman plagued with wanderlust and doesn’t like being confined to one place

Kakariko: the villagers who know her true identity are hella nice to pretend that it’s not the princess but Elle! Guards tend to be here after a certain time though, so to avoid them she always avoids going to the village when it’s nearly sundown

Ruins, catacombs, abandon shrines etc: again she likes creepy or historical places or both! 

Haunted Grove: Well... it’s haunted! So :’)

Castle: it’s possible to meet her here too! Whether as princess or someone sneaking either out of the castle or back into it. 

current plans:

Lead her kingdom to the Golden Age, something her father tried to do before his demise. While wishing to see Link once more. 

desired interactions:

I would love the usual adventure threads!!! 

FRIENDSHIP!! She needs friends, pls!! 

ENEMIES!! It’d be fun to write a more angry Zel who doesn’t get along with someone! 

ROMANCE!! I’m a sucker for cuteness ;v; and slow burn ;v; 

HORROR AU!! HORROR AU!!! 

Creepy gothic threads of Zelda running into a creepy cryptid in a gothic castle on a stormy night.... this is very specific but listen, cries... 

Comfort thread ;v; 

things that bother me:

People who know she’s the princess right off the bat ticks me off ngl. A-ok if you muse is unaware of her otherwise! 

PEOPLE WHO KNOW THAT SHE’S FROM A BLOODLINE OF A GODDESS AND SAGES DHSJAKJADB no one really knows that the royal family actually did descend from gods, unless your muse is an immortal and is aware of the events that goes on they shouldn’t know this fact. The only thing the public is aware of is how the royal family have mystical powers different from the population. 

uhhhh that’s about it? Mostly metagaming pft, not too much bothers me now that I think about. 

tagged by: i pirated it ;v; from myself! 

tagging: whomst ever! i recommend doing this since it’ll help a ton with those who still are unsure with your muse but feel too nervous to ask questions.

[wenkiemoo]

Happy Birthday Jack!

Short "comic" about Jacksepticeye! 💚

↓ Same thingies I said on Instagram below ↓

Well, this is kinda embarrassing but I've made a comic! A comic about @therealjacksepticeye. Today, 7th of February the Lil' but loud (VERY LOUD) bean is aged 29. It's funny that I haven't been watching Seán's channel for more than 1 or 2 years because at the beginning I watched Markiplier's channel then both.

It didn't take me long to feel attached to people that weren't even physically by my side, I really appreciate both, Mark and Jack, 2 special people that with their laughs and goofy personalities in their videos, made me smile a lot more than I used to and see the world brighter.

I've met some people who speak Spanish and also love them and I'm grateful for that! JSE community is really the sanest that I've ever been into. Lots of beautiful and nice people ;v;, also, all the scepticart and edits make me feel better about being an artist, there are a lot of people who share the same likes as me! ♥️

I think PMA has changed a lot of lives, mine included, I've always been a kind of realistic - negative person, but hearing Jack's point of view of some stuff and saying encouraging things have made quite a great impact on my way of thinking.

This may not be the best message he'll read (or maybe this will get lost in better fanarts), but he has changed my life! I really mean it.

And I wish him the best of the days because he deserves it! 💚✨

I'm sorry if something I wrote is wrong or doesn't have a correct grammatical order.

I'm from Argentina and here we speak Spanish as our native language! 💚

I've technically learnt English on my own and watching videos in English to boost my listening skills was the first step to join this awesome journey :D. Thanks to mostly Jack and Mark, I don't struggle anymore with the typical Brittish guy they put on the cd player for us to get used to that weird accent (in a good sense of course xD).

→ Here I have more space than on Instagram :O ←

This isn't on Instagram but I wanted to write it here at least.

I'm sure that a lot of you won't like it, why? Well of course because I have almost no clue about the egos backstory, canon or fanon concepts... I don't really know.

But I wanted to do this comic because I thought...

"The egos seem to be part of Seán, it would be nice to draw all of them but how would they look like with Seán's actual style (brown hair, more beard lol). Also, I want to draw him with his Mabel sweater because, why not."

Yeah, I'm really deep uvu. Are you moved because of my touching concept? You must be.

I've seen Seán's old videos and he was as nice as he is right now but louder. I don't know why people keep saying that he has changed but in a bad way or something like that, I think he has improved and achieved a lot of good things!

We're proud of you BOY 💚.

I want to write a lot more! But most of you I bet that are bored right now xD.

So I'll keep it for myself, for now, ovo/ 💚✨.

Pd: I'd be VERY grateful if the few people that'll see this, reposted it for others to see as well! This took me a lot of time and I was very anxious because I felt that I wouldn't be able to finish it on time, but here I am, not the best drawing I've made but the first attempt to make a comic xD. It'd mean the world for me if Seán saw it! 💚 (I wrote all of this on the mobile version of Tumblr, but on the web site, lots of words have been replaced by emojis, wtf).

¡Muchas gracias a todos los que hayan llegado hasta aquí! 💚💚

Thank you very much for the people who have reached this part without dying from boredom 💚.

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u already know what im gonna say. joxkin for the ask meme please

who hogs the duvet

definitely joxter, the bastard. as much as he would sleep atop the furs, snufkin’s gonna wake up annoyed when he’s waking up nearly freezing lmao

who texts/rings to check how their day is going

in the modern era, snufkin would be the one with the usual “hey, how’s today?”. neither aren’t particularly ones to text / call all the time

who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts

joxter, tho tbf, it’d be best if snufkin is the one to think of the creativity“no, papa. what am i to do with a dead bird??” “...eat it?”

who gets up first in the morning

mmmm. it’s either or! they aren’t ones to wake up early in the morning, or the morning at all since both are lazy bastards that would wanna soak in the sun before having to get up from bed lmao

who suggests new things in bed

neither? see, they don’t need to vocally suggest them as they are more communicative with their words. if they do find something that they would want to try out again, they’d make it clear with each other! if not or one of them is uncomfortable with it, then it wouldn’t even be brought up

who cries at movies

neither. both father and son found more beautiful things in nature than what people would do for entertainment

who gives unprompted massages

snufkin! the joxter would be lazing about, not rlly paying much attention to his surroundings so feeling those hands on him would give him a surprise lmao. while he can sniff out snufkin’s scent, he wouldn’t know just how close he’d be until he feel those hands kneading at his shoulders

who fusses over the other when they’re sick

not rlly fusses, but joxter would be more alert than usual whenever snufkin is to fall ill. call it instincts from what had happened this one time whenever the joxter happened to be around in snufkin’s life when he had been lil

who gets jealous easiest

hmmm. i rlly don’t see either of them being the jealous type? i’d say snufkin could feel some semblance of jealousy due to his want to have his father as close as possible. i mean, the guy had been out of his life for years; he isn’t wanting him to be taken away somehow!

who has the most embarrassing taste in music

neither. snufkin has his harmonica that could be heard all around the forest with the lil critters harmonizing with him. all the joxter would ever hear that’s pleasing to everyone else is his son’s music and whatever song the moomins would sing on occasion! 

who collects something unusual

the joxter would bring lil trinkets ( pendants, rocks that would hold beautiful gems within them, books of unknown languages, etc ) from his travels! souvenirs that snufkin has never seen within moominvalley! there’s currently a shelf that holds all these items, a few more delicate than others

who takes the longest to get ready

neither. they take as much time needed to prepare themselves for the day!

who is the most tidy and organised

snufkin. while the joxter would just throw his clothes in whatever direction, snufkin would just pick them up and fold them. he could tell his papa to clean up after himself but all he’d get is a flick of the tail

who gets most excited about the holidays

both! whenever the days are to approach, they are to be reminded of the merriment and food that surrounds that specific day. and lbr, while the joxter’s content in just loafing at a corner, he’d be sure to sneak in some food uvu

who is the big spoon/little spoon

pretty obvious, but snufkin’s the lil spoon!

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports

neither! they don’t even play anything that’s to require much thought or physically demanding

who starts the most arguments

there wouldn’t be fights or arguments. both know that by the end of day, it’s to be rectified in some way. there’s no need to exacerbate things further based on pure emotion

who suggests that they buy a pet

nooooooo......

does the joxter count?

what couple traditions they have

grooming is one where the joxter tends to do so with snufkin ( much to his chagrin ), usually before they are to take a bath together. every other day, they would head out to hunt as mumriks would do -- basically, have the days where they just allow their natural instincts to take over. the joxter may have a better handle on it, but snufkin? 

boy, he’d be wanting to take down large prey at times lmao

what tv shows they watch together

i don’t think they’re the type to watch television. maybe it’d be turned on as background noise

what other couple they hang out with

uuuuuhhh no one :S

how they spend time together as a couple

usually just napping, fishing, or just taking their usual journey across the forest and region depending on the season at hand. while they aren’t the most active couple, they certainly aren’t ones that are to just hibernate for long periods of time

who made the first move

ooooh, that’s a good one. i’d say snufkin. mainly because while the joxter would give him a couple of teases, he never initiated the first move. never giving him kisses, hugs, or any touches that are to linger for more than a minute. it was infuriating

snufkin’s a patient one, but somehow, his father managed to push at the specific buttons to urge him on to bring the joxter down for a quick kiss

who brings flowers home

snufkin tends to do so, usually to make some flower crowns or to make their abode smelling nice :D 

who is the best cook

snufkin! the joxter tends to eat his meals raw and while he doesn’t mind it, snufkin would want a hearty homemade meal. it tends to remind him of the moomins, and i wouldn’t be surprised if he happens to pick up a recipe or two from moominmama!

[hoopsies]

I found you through your Lucio's comic, but I really loved your lineless mood practices and I wish you could show how you choose the colors for it/ how you do those? It's so pretty and I need to learn about it...

TLDR : I cant tldr this, but here’s muriel’s process if you wantI’m so sorry for taking so much time to answer, I wanted to provide as much details into my thought-process as I could but… I can’t?

I’m someone who works a loooot on instinct, so there’s not really anything I can provide that’s practical :/.I’d only be repeating what has already been said (work with references/get out of comfort zone, practice makes perfect T_T…). But I can share the process of Muriel’s picture (which a lot people appreciated despite it being BAD [sorry but it’s the truth lol])

Also lastly, I’m a student and I’m still young, my stuff is faaaar from the ultimate goal!!! not like i’d ever pretend it to be, but just to be sure you check out actual professional artists!I try my best to do small pieces that follow the kind of thing Snatti does for example, it’s “simple” and effective. I personally try to do quick studies with the aim of doing something similar ;v; (ill never show them tho ahah nopenope).

Not all of the things I can say about Muriel’s pic goes into your question in specific, but I hope it can help! Also I’m french hope the terms translate well in english

- First thing I can say goes into composition : there’s a veeeery quick grid that highlights the rule of third! The subject of the piece (Muriel + Innana (rip) + The Heart of the Forest) is placed on one of the third because it “fits well”. It looks harmonious? You can always play with that rule if you wish to convey other feelings tho (squish a character on one third while another fills the other two for example, another with the same idea would be a characted on the top left dominating over another who stands on the bottom right, classic!). I didn’t have much in mind beyond just getting used to Procreate so there’s not much thinking beyond just having the pic look nice.You can check out the Lucio comic again and normally, you’ll see that the rule of third is almost always there!

- Next I put a main color as background + fill it with some others to have the general mood.Best advice I can give there is to avoid as much as possible layer effects if you want to improve faster on colors (otherwise have fun!), it’s just personnal experience, but being able to find the colors yourself on not rely on layer effects like multiply or overlay to make things blend together well is important, it helps for everything, i have friends who often work with limited color palettes and oh boi their sense of colors is so amazing they create beautiful things.I picked green (on the yellowy side because green green is meh) as the main color! But forests are very varied and you can do whatever you want! There is some bits of blue here and there too just to bring variety and avoid just saturating the pic with green (tho it still ends ups like that lol)

Thus far all the moody pics I made had a main color, so even the brown trees go towards the green side (thus end up on the yellow/orange range in the color wheel), it helps keeping things harmonized and further the ‘mood’ c:. I think.

- I lied tho, I still use layer effects for those kind of painterly pics, but at the end of them! Finishing touches! Multiply with dark green on the edge just to help the eye focus on the subject + hard light for the rays of lights uvu. There’s also an overlay overall to help blend things together because ya, I still struggle with colors.If you work with Photoshop, there’s A TON of post-production stuff you can do! Curves, Levels, effects! Check out tutorials or just experiment with them yourself, they make miracles.

- Lastly, have fun!! Ya obvious, I hate studies too TuT, so mash it up with stuff you enjoy! You don’t like backgrounds? But what if you could put your apprentice having tea time with Nadia at the end of it?? Struggling with male anatomy?? Me too man, but what wouldn’t I do to put Lucio’s face on them pecs?? Just find what works with you my dude!!

- EDIT : I can say something about the beginning too! I work almost always with masses, big silhouettes for everything thumbnaily-like (like, post-it sized on the screen), just to get a feel of the overall piece and composition, it helps A TON, both for making poses and just having the general feel of the piece work great, only afterward will I zoom in with and make another layer on which i draw the details.

MURIEL VID HERE

[thequarrelsome]

@haaklandian​ SAID: Kaasamir smiled as he took his place on Lambert's lap, an arm hooking around his neck, relieved of his armour as it laid scattered on the floor. Finger tips brush over his lips before lips chased after them. Kissing him softly yet passionately. "Have I ever told you what you mean to me? It is difficult to put into words, but..." he mutters against the others lips, stealing kisses in between, "You are what makes me feel warm and safe in these cold and unfamiliar lands. A home away from home." uvu VALENTINE’S ( NOT 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆. )

Teasing as ever, promising great pleasures to come, Lambert watches as Kaasamir gets comfortable in the seat that lately undoubtedly became his favourite. The wolf witcher would hardly complain of course, the sight of his unclad companion is a welcome one and he doesn’t make a secret out of thoroughly enjoying the view.

Once he feels the warmth of his body in his lap, his palms rest over his thighs at first, then lazily start to make their way upwards, caressing Kaasamir’s body to both their pleasure. His gaze glued to the other’s, lips relaxed, slightly parted as he allows him to touch him as he pleases, eventually welcoming the feel of his lips, pressing against him just a little bit more insistently, but neither of them were in a hurry. It would be a shame to rush things instead of enjoying each other’s company.

“ Warm and safe,  huh? “  Lambert teased, his arms circling Kaasamir in a movement very near to a hug.  “ Warm I understand, you’re more used to heat and I’m glad to assist with that, but safe? You’re a  FIERCE WARRIOR  yourself, you hardly need me to keep you safe. “  His head tilts as he’s watching the man in his lap with delight, even if his smile falters somewhat at the mention of home. Such confession seemed way beyond comfortable flirting, it started to wade into deeper waters.

“ Home... hmm, that’s a nice thought. “  One hand moved to cup his cheek, his thumb caressing the skin lightly as they shared small kisses between words.  “ I think I’ll take that. You feel... “  There is hesitation, words are hardly his strong suit when it comes to feelings.  “ ... right. You’re definitely at the right place...  right here. “