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to me natasha’s bio parents did not abandon her per se but they did give her away bc they were incredibly poor and young and they felt she deserved better. so by some chance or whatever she comes to be under ivan petrovitch’s care (i think this is how it happens in the comics? or maybe just in the 2005 lionsgate film script, idk i forgot lol) and he tries his best which is. sort of abysmal because he is by nature a cold and awkward man, crippled by alcoholism and a sense of duty he is not sure he is up for (either ideologically or practically).
so ivan figures that she would be getting a better (not good, but better) childhood under kgb tutelage- this is when the kgb is just starting out so its a bit shabby, its not as cruel and unforgiving as it will be in 10 years, the black widow is still just a vague concept (more of an unattainable ideal). so ivan believes that with department x/the red room she will be getting an education and securing a future. which is to say that both of natasha’s parental sets give her up for what they think would better for her but ultimately catapults her into. the horrors. so really she is doomed from the very start. 10-20 yrs later when ivan realizes how atrocious nats conditions are (he’s her handler) his already tenuous faith in the kgb begins to wane until he (unbeknownst to nat, i like to think) tries to somehow free her. he is caught and executed. nat is told he died either in the line of duty or from drinking, and her memory fluctuates between both so that she cant tell which is the truth; she will never know the actual truth that her pseudofather was trying to break her out of dep x hold. anyway then they marry her off to cap alexei shostakov to ensure that she is always under their thumb. so ivan once again doomed her to something terrible by trying to do good by her. just like her parents first did. anyway
she does not remember her bio parents & she only remembers ivan as helpless and half-assedly devoted to the kgb hope this helps!
#.pdf#this is pureeely my own thoughts no canon basis whatsoever. just how i like it#natsha romanoff#black widow#one day i think ill write a neat little timeline for my version of her but that feels like too much effort. here are my disorganized thought#s instead!! <3
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wanna preface this by saying that i am. So normal. anyway i just spent the last week redrawing scenes from mystery skulls animated but as that hermitcraft au i posted about a couple times. you guys should watch msa it is. so so good.
#my art#hermitcraft#mystery skulls animated#geminitay#geminitay fanart#ethoslab#ethoslab fanart#falsesymmetry#falsesymmetry fanart#ignore the fact that etho's hair changes literally every drawing#poses + expressions are traced a bit; and backgrounds aren't mine(well; except for the second one; which you can prolly tell;; sksnsks)#and also (with the help of sap bc i'm bad at color theory) edited the truck bg colors a bit#but even so;; i am!! very very happy with how these turned out#mystery skulls animated spoilers#<- honestly that's mainly for the murder mystery one#granted anyone who hasn't seen the future at this point prolly won't have that tag filtered#etho's murder mystery form(no i don't have a name for it)'s collar tag is a mix between a mable leaf and a vex!#cuz reverb is cub in this au#hence all the blue and stuff;; skdhkdnkd#you'd think that last pic would have been the hardest for me to draw; with how complicated etho's design is#but surprisingly; it doesn't even place top three in terms of how long it took to draw#no; instead it was that Fucking. Truck.#WHY did that take me eight and a half hours#the second longest was only five!!!#the others barely even top 4!#also#WHY are the deadbeats(which are mini tillies here) so deceptively hard to draw#every time i struggle with them orz#anyway. images 3; 6; 7; and 8 are my favs <3#if false and/or pearl see this. o/ hoi
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Style test thingy!!
#Sorry 4 not really posting anything too interesting as of late. I've been getting really distracted easily and I always feel tired#Genuinely most of my screen time is me blankly staring at the computer instead of actually doing anything#In other news who fucks with block tales?? Chapter 3's artstyle is so so cool oh em gee#vecart#fnaf moon#dca fandom#daycare attendant moon#fnaf daycare attendant#moondrop#dca moon#fnaf moodrop#moon fnaf#moondrop fnaf#fnaf moondrop#dca fanart#fnaf dca#dca#dca community
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Never seen an illithid recoil so fast when trying to give it smooches. Turns out there's a very good reason for it!
Wanted to draw my guardian boi one last time. First time the Emperor suggested it, got a lil affronted
Like, Squid bud, you don't think Greygold 'gets it'? You don't think Greygold had a bit of the 'don't belong's? the not-be-yourself-to-fit-in? Greygold gonna accept the shit out of you, buster. Gonna figure out dat squid biology one comedic lesson at a time.
Also. dat hair. I like to imagine when the emperor saw what would instantly gain Greygold's trust, the illithid was like-This is....Way too dreamy. Had to tone it down, Clark Kent dat Hunk-orc up with a hair-bun.
#bg3 spoilers#bg3#baldur's gate 3#the emperor bg3#bg3 emperor#greygold#bg3 comic#bg3 fanart#fuck those gold arm bands though#ain't drawing that again pssshh#a silly book cameo for the crit role fans#couldn't find the right words about nature and honesty so greygold gonna say it inaccurately not-the-best-I-tried#like its in Greygold 's nature to rip people apart with their bare hands#But they're pretty content kicking ass with a bow or using peaceful negotiations instead#maybe Greygold ain't saying it right but they just want buddy to be true to its squid heart
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💥💥💥 BOOM POW GET KILLED GET KILLED GET KILLED!!!!!
This is a redraw from January 6 2023, in honour of it being 1 YEAR since I posted the last chapter of The Father(s) and Son(s)!!!!! A little bit over a year actually because it was April 10th and it took me a little while to draw this lol
So much has changed in the span of a year omg. And for THE BETTER?? Like I’m going to school, I made and lost friends, I’m slowly but surely getting over some social anxiety (still a wip tho!!! 😭😭) and I’ve found so many cool mutuals and artists and just!!!! AAA!! Not to mention my art skills have improved a whole HELL of a lot!! LMAO
I don’t write as much as I did when I wrote my fic initially, and I feel bad for that sometimes, but it’s just a testament to how things have gotten a lot better for me and it’s not bad that I’m busy. I’m still trying to cobble together some more writing to eventually get another fic out, cuz I do genuinely miss it, but we’ll get there when we get there!
Anyway. TYSM TO EVERYBODY THATS STUCK AROUND FOR SO LONG/CAME HERE FROM MY FIC IN THE FIRST PLACE I LOVE YOU ALL AND YOU MADE MY LIFE BETTER!! 🫶🫶🫶🫶
Pspsps closeups/old pic under the cut!!
#I was so proud of the old pic 😭 bro looks so strange#but I’m really proud of this pic too :3 once I added that dirt in the background I was like okay this is fuckinf slaying#I managed to find the same ref I used last time and hit the same snags as last time but I figured them out this time instead of just#changing the anatomy. like w/ his head and legs#anyway also this is from chapter 2 of my fic where the sole survivor dads maccready around it’s pretty good imo. go read it 🫵(pls :))#fallout 4#fallout#fallout 4 fanart#fallout fanart#fanart#Conrad Kellogg#Kellogg#sole survivor#male sole survivor#original character#blood tw#cw blood#cw violence#Damien tag#the father(s) and son(s)#art redraw#redraw#1 year later#serenade draws#fanfiction fanart#fanfiction
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crumbling isle - 6 a.m
#ts4 scenery#the sims 4#simblr#s4mm#ts4#s#i love the creep shot of the villareal house frm the bushes <3 in my save i made jacques paranoid instead of erratic it seemed more fitting#also the lighthouse <33 i added the big strobe light from get famous to make it “function”#i love builds frm the gallery but i hate the lighting ppl use in houses and i prefer dark warm tones instead of beige and white but ya#forgot the caption woops
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Horror Sans as burlap sack Jason? yes plz
#milk (@sans-guy) gave him som watermelon#he is vry happy :3#u get stuck in a friday th 13th movie 'n instead of som white guy it's this mans. wut u do?#win him over wif watermelon and kiss himb 's th correct answer#lov himb <333#he could do no wrong#sept kill a group of teenagers#lmao#horror sans#horrortale#undertale#undertale au#friday the 13th#jason voorhees#didderd art#keep posting crossover shit lately lmao#what's next?#beetle juice/undertale au crossover?#mby#... mby
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ouhhhh debating whether or not i want to show these but i cant help myself... when im bored i love love love to think up just. poses and activities. for you to interrupt him in. (bottom left excluded this is my doodle page) And i dont think ill do any of these soon anyways. besides the top right one. which you wont see. one million things for him to do..... I can do anything i want.... and i can make /him/ do anything i want.... Is the point of the askbox not just for you to hang around with him during his day? his week?? his year???
#Forbidden to reblog this one. if you see it you see it congrats.#if it circulates i feel less inclined to use these poses. but i swear they look different when theyre pixelated#i cant leave them to never see the light of day because i love them UNpixelated too :-3#and i never know tbh i might not use some of them. that happens a lot.#i can fucking smell it through the screen he is so GROSS but.. it is so fitting.... yeah. he WOULD smell like cigarettes and one#hundred percent smells like sour garbage and black ice trees. Youve convinced me.#I hate that i know that i know what both of those smell like (cigarettes and garbage) and how recent they are in my memory#my favorite character who is ever so gross and yet i still love him#do you think he'd keep an old worn out shirt(s) from (one of) the addisons. WHAT who said that.#iffy on if he would have a day every handful of months or so when he washes his one outfit he wears 24/7 but yknow i can do whatever i wann#typa guy to wear cartoon patterned boxers around on laundry day. with green dollar signs instead of hearts. but i could see hearts.#he saves his cigarette butts for later (snack)#spamton#BuwheArt#[you've got mail!]
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me and suguru me and suguru me and suguru... mm maybe it's a few days after our first kiss (which isn't even a proper kiss btw i'll talk abt that soon too dw) and the air between us is just a little weird bc neither of us has yet to bring it up....
and now we haven't seen each other for the whole day too bc we both had stuff to do but. we have this Event in the evening and we're both supposed to attend alongside with satoru and shoko...
suguru's the last to arrive and by that time all three of us are a little tipsy already, laughing loudly at one of the tables together. he sees me throwing my head back, cackling at one of satoru's stupid jokes and suguru pokes the side of his cheek with his tongue. he hasn't seen me in a dress. ever. and now he's forced to take all of that in with the side of me boosting satoru's ego by going along with everything he says.
when he finally joins the table, his hand rests on the backrest of mine, his body towering over me as he teases satoru over smth aaand when i tilt my head back to look at him he glances at me and i die. thank you for listening to my tedtalk. no but yeah i blush and just try to keep my composure bc that shit is embarrassing as fuck he should not be having such an effect on me jfc.
he sits way too close to me too. mind you, we haven't talked properly in like two days. his hand stays behind my back for the rest of the night, his thigh bumping against mine as he manspreads on his seat (😒😒) but the second he sees me roll my shoulders and squeeze my eyes shut, the first signs of me getting tired, he leans closer to, his lips brushing against my ear. "want to go outside, hm?"
shoko gives me an awfully Knowing smirk but i go with him anyway (obviously).
(his hand stays glued to my lower back for the entire time he guides me through the crowd.)
i rest against the wall of the building and he stands in front of me, a few strands of his hair falling from their slicked back place as he places a cig between his lips. he lights it while keeping eye-contact. he's got that grin on his face. i hate it (he looks so fucking good).
he takes a step, now standing tall and proud right there in my own personal space. he's way too close. but it's not like i'd ever push him away. so he stays; inhales the smoke and then exhales it to the side. and then he's raising his hand to me and places the stick between my lips without a word. he watches how i breathe it in in slow motion. he can smell my perfume. i blow the smoke in his face and all he does is stare at me with that look on his face.
"you gonna kiss me again?"
"you want me to?"
i want to punch him.
"oh, fuck off."
he hums, his eyes flicking to my lips when he sees the corners twitching, an annoyed smile threatening to break out.
"you look really pretty... " his words trail off, his eyes heavy as they meet mine.
"yeah?"
"yeah... " his fingertips dance on my waist, treading on thin ice, on the thin fabric of my dress and i just wish i could crack open his head and see what he's thinking about. i swear he's even closer now; i can hear him taking in another puff of the cigarette and i can feel the warmth of his body against mine. i can feel his thigh pressing against mine. "i missed you, you know?"
okay, so i really want to punch him.
"and who's fault is that, hm?"
his grin stretches wider. he likes it when i push back, talk back. fight back. it makes this little game of his even more fun.
but before he can trap me with his sweet, honeyed words, the door slams open and out stumble shoko and satoru, their arms locked as they talk way too loudly. i turn to look at them, suguru doesn't. inhale.
he hums to himself again as he holds back on the urge to push my hair behind my shoulder to expose even more of my skin, his teeth itching at the mere thought.
exhale.
#ari you're fucking INSANE to bring up s*guru under that dress post hooooly fuck..#this is all your fault#but yeah..#he's#yeah.#anyway everybody say hello to THE most self indulgent piece ever i can't believe i actually wrote something using “i” instead of “you” lmao#WHATEVERRR OKAY I WANTED TO LET THIS OUTTT OKAYY#i'm so sleepy though so idk if it makes like ANY sense lmao#whaaateverrrr#misu my beloathed#i love him sm actually it makes me sick#i think we'd make a good couple:3#and he think we'd make an excellent couple:3#misu#mickey is daydreaming
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wip of more grumpy Gale, I’ll post the whole sketch page of this tomorrow I have more to draw
#lo art#gale dekarios#bg3 fanart#bg3 gale#baldurs gate 3#baldurs gate gale#bg3 lorroakan#lorroakan#I was really feeling him being like extra angry toward ppl who say shit instead of like#how he usually just ‘well actually’ s back most insults
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99 (Season 1):
youtube
99.9 (Season 2):
youtube
1 (Season 3):
youtube
#mp100#mob psycho 100#Youtube#just please casually ignore that I called season 3's opening '100' instead of '1'#I was sleep deprived
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#in stars and time#isat#isat spoilers#in stars and time spoilers#silverstarsart#siffrin#the whole family#cw suicide mention#cw suicide joke#lmk if there's a dif way i should be tagging cws idk how it works now that filtering is like. built in instead of just xkit lol#i love. drawing everyone's little twitter pfps#i do NOT love coming up w everyone's little @s but i'm managing!!#isa's a bit confusing here but i think that makes it funnier#it's a pun of 'defender' except if you just do 'defriender' it sounds like you're REMOVING friends so instead it's THEE friender#:3
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Still on the Witch from Mercury roll and then the ending of Evangelion 3.0 + 1.0 happened to me, so here's birthday boy in the epilogue, living the best life on Earth.
#the witch from mercury#g witch#gundam the witch from mercury#elan ceres#el4n#AU/ideas spam incoming#3 years later 4 goes by the name Jules Rey and he/they#4 and 5 both let their hair grow out#though 5 is closer in hair color to the real Elan#4's hair is a bit darker and had to be bleached regularly to keep with the image#but it's been slowly growing out#4 wasn't executed after the lost duel - instead was sent back to the science/research facility#locked up and studied with no expectations to live any longer than few months#due to the strain piloting and further testing put on their body#hence the permet scars#after Suletta found out about the whole situation from 5 the rescue mission was hatched#Belmeria helped the gang to get in#big jailbreak heist with alarms blaring and semi-conscious 4 wheeled out thinking he's probably hallucinating the whole thing#but nope it was very real and 4 joins them for the finale!#and lives of course#and so do the other 15 test subjects they got out of there in the process haha#anyway I'm fine why do you ask
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I've been thinking about the tragedy of Elizabeth Woodville living to see the end of her family name.
I don't mean her family with her husband, which lived on through her daughter and grandson. I mean her own.
Her sisters died, one by one, many of them after 1485. When Elizabeth died, only Katherine was left, and she would die before the turn of the century as well.
All her brothers died, too. Lewis died in childhood. John was executed. Anthony was murdered. Lionel died suddenly in the peak of Richard's reign, unable to see his niece become queen. Edward perished at war. Richard died in grieving peace. For all the violence and judgement the family endured, it was "an accident of biology" that ended their line: none of the brothers left heirs, and the Woodville name was extinguished. We know the family was aware of this. We know they mourned it, too:
“Buy a bell to be a tenor at Grafton to the bells now there, for a remembrance of the last of my blood.”
Elizabeth lived through the deposition and death of her young sons, and lived to see the end of her own family name. It must have been such a haunting loss, on both sides.
#(the quote is by Richard Woodville in his deathbed will; he was the last of the Woodville brothers to die)#elizabeth woodville#woodvilles#my post#to be clear I am not arguing that the death of an English gentry family name is some kind of giant tragedy (it absolutely the fuck is not)#I'm trying to put it into perspective with regards to what Elizabeth may have felt because we know her family DID feel this way#writing this kinda reminded me of how I am just not fond at all about the way Elizabeth's experiences in 1483-85 are written about#and the way lots so many of the unprecedentedly horrifying aspects are overlooked or treated so casually:#the seizure and murder of two MINOR sons and the illegal execution of another;#her sheer vulnerability in every way compared to all her queenly predecessors; how she was harassed by 'dire threats' for months;#how she had 5 very young daughters with her to look after at the time (Bridget and Katherine were literally 3 and 4 years old);#how unprecedented Richard's treatment of her was: EW was the first queen of england to be officially declared an adulteress;#and the first and ONLY queen to be officially accused of witchcraft#(Joan of Navarre was accused of her treason; she was never explicitly accused of witchcraft on an official level like EW was)#the first crowned queen of england to have her marriage annulled; and the first queen to have her children officially bastardized#what former queens endured through rumors* were turned into horrifying realities for her.#(I'm not trying to downplay the nightmare of that but this was fundamentally on a different level altogether)#nor did Elizabeth get a trial or appeal to the church. like I cannot emphasize this enough: this was not normal for queens#and not normal for depositions. ultimately what Richard did *was* unprecedented#and of course let's not forget that Elizabeth had literally just been unexpectedly widowed like 20 days before everything happened#I really don't feel like any of this is emphasized as much as it should be?#apart from the horrifying death of her sons - but most modern books never call it murder they just write that they 'disappeared'#and emphasize that ACTUALLY we don't know what happened to them (this includes Arlene Okerlund)#rather than allowing her to have that grief (at the very least)#more time is spent dealing with accusations that she was a heartless bitch or inconsistent intriguer for making a deal with Richard instead#it also feels like a waste because there's a lot that can be analyzed about queenship and R3's usurpation if this is ever explored properly#anyway - it's kinda sad that even after Henry won and her daughter became queen EW didn't really get a break#her family kept dying one by one and the Woodville name was extinguished. and she lived to see it#it's kinda heartbreaking - it was such a dramatic rise and such a slow haunting fall#makes for a great story tho
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ships .. (ocarina of time/majora's mask) link/reader, fierce deity/reader.
content .. the boys (separately) with a reader who feeds them well, and the fruits of their loving labor.
warnings .. unedited. no pronouns used (you/your). reader is implied to have more meat on their bones (vaguely). reader is in their housespouse era and they aren't even married (legally). non-graphic vomit and forgetting to eat mentioned (link). link and fierce deity are taller than reader. fierce deity is named aram for writings sake. reader is implied to be a god of sorts (fierce deity). fierce deity is literally my oc at this point.
notes .. my schnookums thought they could have big cheeks and get away from me? my cutie patooties thought that i wouldn't write about them eating right? my pookie bears thought that i wouldn't fulfill my duties as their #1? my baby faced sweethearts thought i wouldn't spend 2hrs looking for pictures like those? my favorite white boys? my honeybuns? my hollywood stars? my sugarpies?
i'll eat them. omnom
LINK has always been rather thin. That was especially the case when he was a child. Something about a Kokiri child's diet not fitting what a Hylian needed always kept him frail.
When you both were children, he had quickly gotten used to you plucking his arm when it was idle to compare his lack of fat to your surplus.
(He never minded. He always looked forward to being reminded why he put one foot in front of the other every day during his fight against Ganon, or repeated cycle after cycle when it came to Majora.)
(Funnily enough, you had always made fun of him for being shorter than you as a child as well. You always mentioned he needed to drink more milk and eat more cuccos so he'd one day pass you.)
It was when you were able to cook more than simple meals and wouldn't risk burning down your cottage that you would invite (force) Link over more often than you already have.
Link had always tried to limit his visits to when he absolutely needed to. Free food, bed, shelter, care, supplies, clothes, bathes (the list was endless), and whatnot were always appreciated, but he never wanted to become to comfortable lest he wake up one day (or night. Or afternoon. His internal clock was always ruined when it came to sleeping at your cabin) and decide not return to the world outside.
He does his best to turn down any seconds, or thirds, or fourths, or fifths, and so on you may offer him when he does stay long enough for you to finish whatever extravagant meal you made just for him.
Past experiences often make him sick (with trauma or physically) and result in him vomiting his food, but there's always more from you to replace what he had just eaten and the meal before (if he remembered to eat it).
What he can't finish at the table (or on the sofa, or in the bed), he takes with him when he leaves. Link is respectful in all meanings of the word and hates to leave anything to waste.
When it comes to thanks, he either finds ways to help around your cottage or brings back items from new regions for you to cook. Whether it be repairing the busted bathroom door you've been complaining about before fixing your water faucet so the pressure is what you want it to be, or bringing back a spice the Gorons specialize in you've mentioned wanting to try, Link typically feels his gifts fall lackluster when compared to your treatment of him.
(He trusts your skill and creativity enough to know you won't poison him on accident. He never brings back any recipes or instructions either if it's not a dangerous material.)
(He's always excited to try whatever new dish you've concocted, so his only condition is that you wait for his return to cook whatever it is he brought you. "A celebration, of sorts," he calls it.)
A look in a lone puddle had told him his cheeks had gotten fatter. He supposes he now understands why he was refused entry into one of the pubs when he had to retrieve Malon and Cremia's uncle.
He had noticed that the details of his arms were less visible through his shirts when a Goron had pinched one,— not in the same way you did when you were younger— he had mentioned that he had an amount of muscle and fat to be proud of before asking him to join a tournament. Any attempts prior to were quickly shut down.
During a day of horseback archery with the Gerudo, the sweltering sun had gotten to him enough that he had to remove his tunic and the shirt underneath to feel some sort of relief. One of the women who were training him took a look at his stomach and nodded approvingly, mentioning that he should praise his soon-to-be spouse for feeding him so well.
The last nail in the coffin came when he was riding Epona into Castle Town. His tunic felt uncomfortably small and his tights (curse those damned tights) felt as thought they were stretched more across the expanse of his thighs than they usually were.
He's back in your cottage when he finally vocalizes his thoughts, preferring you to any other tailor or seamstress in the country. "I've gotten to big for my clothes," he either sighs or signs to you while eating. His gaze held a thousand yards in them, idly watching his clothes move with the wind.
The tunic, hat, tights, boots hang outside the window on a string connected to your shed. They had to be washed after a (admittedly well-planned— even if they don't think) ambush by a hoard of chu-chus.
You throw a hazy look to them before returning to the bowl you were tirelessly mixing. You were making dinner, he thinks, or maybe it was in preparation for the big breakfast you were making with the variety of bread from the Gerudo he brought back.
You'd already given him a large snack earlier.
The thought makes him look down at the plate in his lap. Every spot of it was filled and piled with bread, and eggs, and meats, and jams. He couldn't see the white bottom of it even as he pushed and prodded around.
He takes a bite of it gratefully.
"I saw you before you left not even three days ago. You fit everything fine enough to me." At some point you had stopped stirring and held the bowl out to him. Link grabs something off the plate and dips it in without a thought, eating it before responding with a hum of approval. "I can make adjustments to then, if you'd like."
You leave the bowl with him before attending to something on the stove.
"Please," he responds, halfway through another bite of the (what he now recognized as) Gerudo bread and cocoa dip you had made. "Different pants would be nice, though. It'd be a nice excuse to finally get rid of those tights." Both tasted sweet by themselves, he realized, but left a calmer aftertaste that he'd like to savor.
"You've always hated the tights," you hum in response, moving from the stove to the coolers that he'd built you after bringing you a large fish that only lived in Zora's Domain. "What would you want to move on to now? Leggings? Shorts?"
Link watches you remove a pitcher from one of the coolers. He isn't sure how long it's been in there (he doesn't even remember watching you make it), but he assumes you took some ice out so the pink liquid wouldn't freeze over into complete ice.
He watches you try to take a cup from one of the cupboards, watching you struggle to grab his favorite one from the higher shelves.
He stands from the chair sat just outside the kitchen (he liked to watch you cook when you had the time), placing the bowl and plate on one of the many cleared counters (you liked to clean as you worked), and grabs the cup for you.
Link lowers his head with his hand when he hands the cup off, head resting upon the crown of yours as he watches you pour the pink liquid into it, idle arms wrapping around your waist as he makes some slick comment about eating enough milk and cuccos for your liking.
You don't elbow him in the stomach like you might have when you were younger and he doesn't hold the cup above your head teasingly like when he was younger to (— then again, he had to climb a counter to get it out of your reach.)
Instead, you wordlessly pass the cup back to him and he wordlessly drinks it despite not knowing what it was.
He likes it, as he does all your works, and notes how it was both sweet and sour. A taste that fills both his childhood need for sweet all the time and his older palate's need for other tastes.
Handing the cup back, Link tilts his head so he can press a kiss to your crown. "Anything you'd think I'd look good in," he finally responds, the flavor of the moment leaving a tooth-achingly sweet taste on his tongue.
ARAM is often humbled in your abode.
He may have acted arrogant to others in his younger years and horrifyingly aloof now that he's a more seasoned god, but he never failed to (willingly) crumble to his knees when in your presence during either times of his life.
He had no need for the sustenance mortals require, prayers and whispers of his name were always good enough for him, but he'd kiss the ground you walk on if it meant you'd bless him with another food you've created (he already does).
Aram is the provider to your fire-lit home, an arrangement the two have been living by for as long as he can remember.
He is the sword to your shield. The arrow to your quiver. The moon to ever burning sun (which he did create for you, after all). The wound for your gauze. The life to your world— and one cannot live peacefully without the other.
Your food had quickly become an addiction to Aram. He'd eat as much as often as he could, giving little response to when questioned why he loves it so much.
("Because it comes from your hands," he once explained hours later when you were sleeping. "Your hands, that create all. That nourish all it touches and replenishes all that is extinct. I am your antithesis, and I must destroy that which I love."
(You never had the heart to ask again.)
He has enough sense to slow his eating around you. One concerned comment about him choking was enough for him to indulge in needless your wishes, but a question regarding its taste had him eating like a mortal.
His relationship with food prior to getting hooked onto yours was brief and filled with obligation. He never ate to feel full, only to make the people he was fighting with shut up and leave him out of whatever conversation they were having.
It never lingered in his stomach like a warm fireplace that others had described it as. It never made him warm and filled with love. It never gave him the energy he needed to keep fighting.
It just went through his digestive tract (why did he even have one?) and disappeared like an heavy smog finally dispersed by a strong gust of wind before he had to fight again.
When a war was over, you always came. You took the battle-shaken soldiers away when it was their time and healed their ailments if they were able to withstand everything. You went through war-stricken cities and set everything as they should have been. You feed and clothe and bandage and sew and reunite and Aram isn't sure why he lingered.
He's seen the effects of what you can do long after you've left. He knows of the good you're capable of doing just as much as he knows the bad he can cause.
He craves your touch when he sees it at its peak. He indulges himself when he sees it first-hand.
Aram understands what the soldiers mean when you beckon him closer and offer him food, uncaring of how he stands tall above all else.
The soup warms his insides. The flavor resides on his tongue hours after he's finished it. His energy, though far from depleted, had made him feel as though he were a youngling again.
He craves more.
The addiction to your presence and your food (and subsequently, you) had started then. It's an event he could easily recall when asked, one he would happily recount to you if you ever forgot where his devotion to you started.
Meeting after a war or battle had become frequent enough that he had finally learned your name; not some silly alias those who followed you often referred to you as. He felt like one of those lovesick children soldiers talk about, tripping over himself and his words.
He's curious to you, an admirer more than a stalker, fortunately. When he wasn't on the battlefront, he was always hovering around as you worked, busying his hands with whatever task you've given him after noticing his lack of mortality.
You treated him well; doing so even after the era of wars were long gone and he was seldom needed. You cared for him as though he were one of the many wounded soldiers with no family to return to once all was done and said— and to an extent, he was.
He's eating when you bring attention to his softer thigh.
You were reading to him, a romantic thriller that held as much of his attention that your captivating voice did. His gaze focused heavily on you, watching as you lick your lips after each page, how your eyes rake over the page to ensure the tone you speak the next sentence in is correct. He notes how you shift less often, how he doesn't have to move you further up his lap so you can lean against his stomach.
"It's not as painful to sit on you anymore." Aram doesn't think that line was in the book, but he doesn't mention it. It dawns that you were talking to him when you look up, using your finger as a bookmark as you closed the book around it. "Have you gained weight?"
He's a big man; it's a fact he's known since the beginning of his existence. He has large arms, muscles well know for how he snatched prey up to bring back to you. His height made it a simple feat to reach into the trees and capture any avian you wanted to experiment with that night. His legs that would stomp on any fish swimming downstream during a day at the lake you suggested.
He was sculpted by the Goddesses themselves. If they hadn't meant for his body to change along with his lifestyle, they wouldn't have designed him to dough.
(He'd never be ashamed in the fact either. He was contented knowing he had someone to dote over him constantly; a sentiment he had gained after recalling a conversation with wedded soldiers.)
(Also, the prospect of defacing what the Goddesses had long since disgraced was exciting, in a way.)
Aram doesn't look at himself, already well-acquainted with his body as his brow raises in amusement. "You feed me well, My Grace," he responds with a peck on your temple, "I would hope to become more comfortable for your pleasure." He refused to stop eating as he indulged you in conversation, the leg you sat on jumping once in place of his busy hands.
You hum that sweet, quiet hum of yours that Aram has come to associate with your contentedness (he aimed to hear to several tomes every day). Removing yourself from his lap, discarding the novel to the side as you raise your hands to cup his cheeks. "It suits you. You look healthy. Happy."
"Did I look ill before?"
You don't fluster as you might have like in your younger years. He's honored to have grown alongside you, reminiscent of the older couples you've both watched and escorted when he was still an active god.
The same filling feeling your food gives him fills his heart. The lingering sense of peace that he felt since meeting you dancing through his body when your thumbs rub the apples of his cheeks, the softest and fondest gaze anyone's ever given him in your eyes.
"No," you answer in a quiet voice only he'd be able to hear. "Never. You've always looked perfect."
And Aram has never been more thankful that he separated himself from the Goddesses as he preens under your touch. Never been more thankful that he lingered after the war was done. Never been more thankful that he had readjusted his psyche to more readily accept your gifts and affection.
He frees a hand to cradle to back of your head, a threat to all that aren't you, and brings you beneath his chin in a protective gesture. "As have you," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. "And as you always will be."
#there's a mental health stat for link in oot/mm now.#the only way to keep it up (and him in good shape) is to go back and visit his s/o's house often and interact with them <3#(you are immediately entered into one of those cutscenes with the grandma that tells the story of the giants from majoras mask-- but instead#of only telling you stories; you get to watch them do domestic things)#unless sky and wind have some photos dropped that reveal they have fat cheeks 2 im never doing this again#i am my oc. my ocs love language is food. i cannot cook.#elvira's notebook#legend of zelda x reader#loz x reader#linked universe x reader#lu x reader#ocarina of time x reader#majora's mask x reader#mm x reader#x reader#link x reader#fierce deity x reader#legend of zelda link x reader#loz link x reader#legend of zelda fierce deity x reader#loz fierce deity x reader#linked universe link x reader#lu link x reader#linked universe fierce deity x reader#lu fierce deity x reader#time x reader#legend of zelda time x reader#loz time x reader#linked universe time x reader#lu time x reader
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sometimes the things i do astound me mostly whenever you're around me
lately, i seem to walk as though i have wings bump into things
like someone in love 💘
a love letter to @vvenushalo's drawing of stolas because it’s my absolute favorite art of him ♡
#my art#helluva boss gif#helluva boss#stolas#helluva boss stolas#helluva boss fanart#helluva art#helluva fanart#prince stolas#he trynna quell his love bcus he has so much of it for yknow who and instead of a bleeding heart it s flowers :-)#I DONT THINK I DID THE MAKEUP JUSTICE 😭#much less the background pfff- but i tried my best to include everything i saw in the art <3#u have no idea how obsessed i am with THAT specific artwork of stolas ;; i come back to it a lot. like A LOT
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