#ravioli propaganda

[kaite--s]

@not-freyja @layraket aquí el avance para vivir un día más!

No he escrito nada antes fuera de algunas divagaciones de mis ideas, así que tal vez encuentren cosas mal explicadas en mi fic jsdkgng

—Ehem!— Hilda tose, tratando de llamar la atención de su acompañante, quien da un brinco al ser sacado de sus pensamientos—¿Qué opina, Consejero Real? Esto me parece una buena opción para fortalecer los lazos entre Hyrule y Lorule, además de callar a cualquier persona que intente descalificarnos de mal agradecidos, pero la decisión final será tuya.

—¿Eh? Yo… creo que necesitamos la opinión de Mr Hero, quiero decir, Link, para tomar una decisión. Esto… esto no es algo que pueda aceptar si Link no está de acuerdo.

—Esperaba que dijeras eso— Zelda voltea a ver a un guardia y le hace señas con las manos— Llamé a mi hermano con antelación, en unos momentos entrará al salón.

—Oh… está bien.—Nervioso, el espejo del héroe se lame los labios y encuentra repentinamente muy interesante el piso.

Con una risita, Hilda tranquiliza a Ravio—Respira, no te va a comer.— No a menos que quieras, terminó en su mente.

—Pero…

…

—¿…Estás segura de esto? No me gustaría forzar a mi Héroe a algo que no quiere.

—¿Los has visto interactuar? Están enamorados. Sin embargo, mi hermano no hará nada por su cuenta, y creo que Ravio es la persona perfecta para cerrar las cicatrices que siguen abiertas.

—Bien. Pero no dudaré en cancelar la propuesta si resulta contraproducente.

—No podría esperar menos.

…

Todo está sujeto a cambios.

[breannasfluff]

“Mr. Hero! Come on!”

“Ravio, it’s freezing out. It’s winter! There’s snow!”

“Yes, but you need to see this!”

Legend stands, hands on his hips, and glares at the merchant. “I have to put on snow clothes.”

“Just boots!” Ravio has a full robe; he’s got no room to talk. 

“I’ll freeze.”

“I’ll walk close to you.”

With an exasperated sigh, the vet goes to pull on his boots. Why he gives into Ravio’s whims is a mystery. Certainly not because he likes him, or anything. 

The nighttime chill is enough to make him lunge for the safety of the house. 

“Oh no,” Ravio says, catching his hand. “Come on, buddy. We don’t have to go far.”

Legend is distracted from escape by the feel of his fingers twining in Ravio’s. If he rubbed his thumb, he could trace the merchant’s knuckle. He doesn’t. 

Ravio pulls him down the slope of the house and up the hill on the other side. He doesn’t let go of the vet’s hand, even when he slips. 

Panting, they both make it to the top. 

“Now look at this!” Ravio drops his hand and throws his arms wide, spinning in a circle. He’s a showman, through and through. 

Legend looks around. The faint moonlight sets the snow glittering. The air holds the unique smell of snow and winter; so hard to pin down. And overhead—

Oh. This is what Ravio wanted him to see. 

The sky is a blanket of stars; more than he normally sees. Maybe the cold of the air makes them more visible. Maybe he just appreciates them more when he’s freezing. 

The merchant moves right up behind him and wraps his arms around Legend, who stiffens. 

“Relax, you’re shivering.” Warm hands wrap over his chilled ones. “Look at it all. Isn’t it amazing?”

It is. Yet somehow, Legend finds himself focusing not on the sky, but on Ravio. His steady breaths against his back. The way his robe pools over their hands, keeping away the chill. 

The vet tilts his head back, resting it on Ravio’s shoulder. The merchant still stares at the stars. It could be a trick of the light, but they seem to reflect the sky. Constellations caught in his eyes, framed by long lashes. A world Legend could get lost in, if only he let himself. 

Ravio looks down, which isn’t very far with Legend’s head on his shoulder. “So? What do you think?” His breath is warm as it brushes the vet’s cheek. 

“It’s…beautiful.” Ravio is beautiful. And amazing, and caring, and charming. Annoying and stubborn in turns. Flawed, yet perfect in the imperfection. 

“I know some stories about the constellations. They were harder to see in Lorule, but we share some common ones. Did you know I chose my name from one of those tales?”

Only…Legend isn’t listening. He tuned out the words and focuses only on the merchant’s lips. Plush and full, pulled into a pretty pout as he realizes the vet isn't listening. 

Maybe it’s the stars glittering overhead. Maybe it’s the winter chill, pushing rational thought from his mind. Maybe Legend wanted this for a long time but never acted. 

Because when Ravio tilts his head closer to ask a question, Legend turns his head as well and captures his lips in a kiss. 

The merchant freezes. 

He’s not letting this stop him. Legend spins in his arms and grabs his shoulders. To keep him from fleeing? To pull him closer?

Then he presses their lips together again, gentler. 

Ravio…softens, molding his lips back. 

When Legend pulls back, the stars are caught in Ravio’s gaze. And maybe they’re caught in the vet’s too, because the merchant says, “I love you.”

This is what the stars must feel like to touch. Uncontainable, yet burning warm. Filled with magic and mystery. Beauty and home, all wrapped up in one. 

Legend leans in for another kiss and forgets about the cold. 

[kaite--s]

THEY’R SO CUTE <33

TYSM

Just sayin but

Can we have a legend x ravio doodle 🥺

Omg I’ve been wanting to draw them for the longest

[emioliravioli]

howdy there!!

you can call me emioli, emi, ravioli, or anything else you can think of!

they/she, bisexual, east asian/filipino, texan girl

MINOR, please no nsfw, don't be weird :/

multifandom, but i mainly post sonic stuff (for now)!

my carrd: https://emioliravioli.carrd.co/

artfight: https://artfight.net/~EmioliRavioli

hopefully participating in the sonic au collision, so uh, i'll probably be posting a lot of propaganda!!

speaking of which: here's the masterpost for the au!!

(if you send me an ask about FoB i will love you platonically until the day i die)

art requests are open!!

inbox/dms are open too!

(if you wanna be moots pls dm me!!)

my tags:

#ravioliart => my art

#raviolirambles => textposts or something with a lot of yapping

#irlravioli => anything that has to do with real life (crochet included!)

#flowersinbloom => anything related to my ongoing blazamy hanahaki fanfic!! (please please please talk to me about this i am crazy over it)

#cool and also helpful => tutorials/guides from others

#saving for when i actually have money => art/writing commissions i want

#weeklysonicships => stuff reblogged from my (not so) weekly ship blog (@weeklysonicships)

#request => ...well, requests!

#rb => reblogs

#self rb => self reblogs

#ask => asks

i am a beginner at pretty much everything (art, writing, crochet), so keep that in mind :P

and i talk in tags a lot!

if all this sounds good to you, go ahead and stick around!!

(updated 11/4/2024 aka november 4th)

[batrogers]

Who wants to give me propaganda (ideas) for finishing up my post-OoT GanLink and RavioLi Interrupted smut fics today?

[anti-homestuck-swag]

tbh if you're in a fandom and your first respond to any critique abt it is to harass the person critiquing and get your friends to harass 'em

or the first reaction to seeing someone getting harassed for critiquing a fandom you like is to join in on the harassment

maybe reconsider

[kaite--s]

FREELOADS LAMEOKFJSHAHXHA

The loz encyclopedia has these relationship charts and out of all of his contributions to the game, Ravio's relationship to Link has this funny descriptor:

I mean I guess it's not wrong?

[kaite--s]

Ö

[jannwrites]

ask meme: GROUPCHAT EDITION.

part i don’t even fucking know anymore

[TEXT]:  tony the tiger tops

[TEXT]:  choose NOT to see jesus !!

[TEXT]:  god if i wanted to be called slurs i’d just go to hurlock

[TEXT]:  drugs, a safer alternative to dabbling with the occult

[TEXT]:  stay ignorant to own the libs

[TEXT]:  the people Needed to know you could fuck the android

[TEXT]:  we are all mothman kin here in the bone zone

[TEXT]:  stayhydrayed 

[TEXT]:  I WAS RUNNIN ON VODKA SPRITE AND TORTELLINI

[TEXT]:  geoff beesüs.........

[TEXT]:  pov: ur a small dog hunting ronald reagan for sport

[TEXT]:  i'm about to beat up a senior citizen

[TEXT]:  going to therapy: cool. old people: fuck off.

[TEXT]:  we all kin the party mouse in the bone zone

[TEXT]:  he is every awkward gangly teenage boy’s fursona

[TEXT]:  see I'm fuckin right. this man will never watch doctor who because he has too much anime to watch.

[TEXT]:  we are all just plants with complicated emotions

[TEXT]:  atitpl (assigned trans in the parking lot)

[TEXT]:  i purchased a new gender at the walmart

[TEXT]:  literally an hour and a half ago i thought i was gonna crawl into bed but now i'm caffeinated and enraged for multiple reasons

[TEXT]:  cant talk rn, im doin hot girl shit [proceeds to lick the tiles]

[TEXT]:  we are all god's personal muppets, waiting to be vored

[TEXT]:  I CAN ONLY HANDLE SO MUCH VORE-RELATED TOMFOOLERY AT ONCE

[TEXT]:  DONT TALK TO ME ABOUT FUCKING VORE UNTIL IVE VORED THOSE FUCKING HAMS

[TEXT]:  humiliate the left, guillotine daddy bezos

[TEXT]:  guillotine ceos to own the libs

[TEXT]:  his ass is juicy and has ruined lives

[TEXT]:  one foot in the grave and the other in an ice skate

[TEXT]:  are we not all, at our core, crunchy little raviolis

[TEXT]:  we are All the man in the mirror

[TEXT]:  i cant have common sense AND a fat ass thats just not how it works

[TEXT]:  i’ve got a fat ass and i will use it for evil

[TEXT]:  i think crowley would kin [name]

[TEXT]:  thanks now i'm gonna be thinking about his big ass mouth for the rest of the night

[TEXT]:  bernie sanders saying "the entire nation of ireland makes my dick soft"

[TEXT]:  "piss? stored in the balls. semen? stored in the neck."

[TEXT]:  livin with ur piss rice (and piss rice related crimes)

[TEXT]:  mustard crimes are a misdemeanor, piss rice crimes are a felony

[TEXT]:  thank u for my sexy muppet rights

[TEXT]:  awab (assigned wolverine at birth)

[TEXT]:  every day i log into twitter and i simp for fucking vampires

[TEXT]:  live ur best muppet gas station cashier life

[TEXT]:  assigned rancid at birth

[TEXT]:  STOP SCREAMING AT THE FRIDGE IT WONT FUCK YOU

[TEXT]:  i am. in love with a cowboy.

[TEXT]:  moose hunts you for sport [ASMR] (deep sea edition)

[TEXT]:  mothman has done nothing wrong ever and moose have done many things wrong

[TEXT]:  anti-moose propaganda in the group chat

[hwaetever]

This is literally just an opinion article about how the writer likes her restaurant dishes plated as individual meals. It’s the standard weirdly snippy NYT food criticism until the very end, when a paragraph of absurd anti-leftist propaganda comes TOTALLY out of left field! 

With socialism back in the national discourse, what could be a better use of collective resources than collaborating on a meal? But that, like socialism itself, is an impure ideal, as it’s impossible to get through a shared supper without someone (or everyone) feeling like an autocrat: There is the bully who orders for the entire table, the allergy sufferer who regrets forcing her sensitivities upon friends, the hungry person who snags the last lobster ravioli and is then filled with shame. If in other realms it is prudent to share, here is an opportunity for everyone to feel heard by doing the opposite. In that sense, at least, ordering — and eating — for one’s self is downright democratic.

And that’s the end of the article! This isn’t out of context in any way; it’s not well contextualized in the source! It’s just a bad point, badly presented!

(ugh, I really hope I’m not the only one who reads about that poor ravioli eater and immediately thinks “well the obvious solution is, destroy the association of shame with food and human needs in general??”) 

(that “if in other realms it is prudent to share” line doesn’t work as a back-pedal. you’ve taken your “impure ideal” stance; now defend that hill)

[kaite--s]

For meee jajfkfngk

Legend + Ravio Nicknames for Each Other

i’ve noticed that Ravio tends to use a lot of nicknames/pet names for Legend, while Legend rarely if ever uses them for Ravio in my fics. i have a written list of what they each use, and i thought i’d put it here. enjoy!

Legend: Ravi, Rav, Ravi-bunny, Ravi-bun

Ravio: Mr. Hero, bunny, bun, honeybee, bee, dear, sweetheart, baby, darling

[kaite--s]

Ravioli <3

we researched bird grooming brushes specifically for One Line

Legend whistles, slinging his sword over his shoulder as he finishes putting his boots on, tapping against the ground a couple times as he stands up. “I’m heading out now. Kay?” “Can I come with?”Four hums, staring over at Legend. Their eyes are a weird mix of green and purple, currently. “Sure. Get your shoes on.”Legend leans on the wall next to the door, waiting for Four. Sheerow flies over to him, loops around in a circle before she chirps, and nudges at Legend until he raises a hand to pet her. Her feathers seem fine, for now, but he has a feeling he’ll end up brushing her later anyways. She likes it when he does that. “Kay!”Four hops over. They don’t have their sword, but Legend’s learned by now that Four always has at least 2 knives on them at all times. “I’ll be back later, Sheerow, kay? Go bother someone else.”He hums, letting her fly off as he opens the door. She’ll probably make a beeline for Sky, if Ravio isn’t doing anything interesting enough. “So where are we goin?”Four tilts their head as they skip along beside the veteran. “Castle,”Legend replies, “Fable’s been freaking out in her letters. I get it, kinda. I did leave without telling anyone.” Four nods, and doesn’t ask him to elaborate, which is a welcome change. Then, “So…you and Ravio—” “I don’t wanna hear a single word out of your mouth.”Legend cuts him off, ears tilting downwards and face tinting slightly pink. “Not one fuckin word.” “You like him, don’t you?”Four hums. “You’re so into him. I’m not an idiot, Ledge. You look at him like he’s the whole fucking world.” Legend is certain his face is as red as his tunic just from that sentence alone. “I look at him the way I look at everyone; with mild disdain.” Four isn’t buying it. Legend isn’t surprised—Four’s smart. No way he was getting away with this. He won’t admit it, though. Four can just…deal with it.

[kaite--s]

Omg, I think I’m going to color it! Ty for the picture

here’s the bunny boys being cute! i’ll be colouring this later and post that version when it’s done

actually, just had a thought: if anyone wants to take a shot at colouring this themselves, go right ahead! tag me if you do, i’d love to see!!!

also i used this photo from AdorkaStock for reference!

[aquafirealt]

Splash, are you being dragged into the Ravioli propaganda? /lh /t

You know what’s coming up? February. You know what’s in February? Valentine’s Day. You know what that means?

I NEED A FLOOD OF RAVIOLI

Please ya’ll. Give me content this month.

Ravioli February

[brunhiddensmusings]

for years i had heard of stefan molyneux being a total dick but only knew it on a surface level and/or confusing him with peter molyneux the game developer i only just recently found out why he is admiral asshat of the dickhead navy because boy howdy blowing up that a female be on a can of ravioli is the most on-brand thing he could do for example during a review of ‘zootopia’ his reply drifts into talks about prehistoric humans killing the males of other tribes so as to take all their women he has a two hour video talking about ancient rome fell because of welfare, government spending and taxation, and failure of women to conform to his idea of what women should be like so he can try and make paralells to modern society saying foodstamps, women, immigrants, taxes existing at all, and government regulation will destroy western civilization but in order to do so has to cite almost exclusively sources that specifically say the exact opposite and leave out half of what they say, tie events that happen 500 years apart and say they were a direct and immediate result of each other, and ignore what century he is even talking about to conform the information to fit his world view despite it openly contradicting what he is saying, and then randomly shoehorns in ‘women are the source of all world problems and they should date me’ into unrelated topics. the mans rhetoric only works if you also include ‘america and great britain should bring back slavery and wars of conquest so they can do away with taxes’ to your master plan of how to save ‘western civilization’ along with his plan of ‘if women stop dating assholes all the worlds problems end in one generation’ and math so skewed he claims that 47% of americans rely on government aid to survive, which he gets from the percentage of the population that dont pay taxes, which includes the elderly, children, and disabled citizens who should be sent to the coal mines but also includes the rich who pay no taxes and the working population that are paid so little they are exempt from taxes like, woah, people could teach classes on how fucked up this man is that rage at ravioli is the least of his problems

[layraket]

AY POR HYLIA LOS AMO MCHO RAVIO TE ASEGURO QUE TODO ESTARA BIEN NTP LOS DOS TONTOS ENAMORADSO HILDA JUGANDO A SER CASAMENTERA SDJKJD

Y RAVIO BUSCANDO CUALQUIER EXCUSA PARA ESTAR CON LINK

@not-freyja @layraket aquí el avance para vivir un día más!

No he escrito nada antes fuera de algunas divagaciones de mis ideas, así que tal vez encuentren cosas mal explicadas en mi fic jsdkgng

—Ehem!— Hilda tose, tratando de llamar la atención de su acompañante, quien da un brinco al ser sacado de sus pensamientos—¿Qué opina, Consejero Real? Esto me parece una buena opción para fortalecer los lazos entre Hyrule y Lorule, además de callar a cualquier persona que intente descalificarnos de mal agradecidos, pero la decisión final será tuya.

—¿Eh? Yo… creo que necesitamos la opinión de Mr Hero, quiero decir, Link, para tomar una decisión. Esto… esto no es algo que pueda aceptar si Link no está de acuerdo.

—Esperaba que dijeras eso— Zelda voltea a ver a un guardia y le hace señas con las manos— Llamé a mi hermano con antelación, en unos momentos entrará al salón.

—Oh… está bien.—Nervioso, el espejo del héroe se lame los labios y encuentra repentinamente muy interesante el piso.

Con una risita, Hilda tranquiliza a Ravio—Respira, no te va a comer.— No a menos que quieras, terminó en su mente.

—Pero…

…

—¿…Estás segura de esto? No me gustaría forzar a mi Héroe a algo que no quiere.

—¿Los has visto interactuar? Están enamorados. Sin embargo, mi hermano no hará nada por su cuenta, y creo que Ravio es la persona perfecta para cerrar las cicatrices que siguen abiertas.

—Bien. Pero no dudaré en cancelar la propuesta si resulta contraproducente.

—No podría esperar menos.

…

Todo está sujeto a cambios.