#sorry this is so rough and weird

[layraket]

I had an adorable mental image I think you would appreciate: Bunny!Legend snuggling with Hyrule when one or both is stressed or upset. Just a pink fluff ball sitting in the lap of his successor so they can both destress

Lately days have been harder; more things in his mind doing the rounds, constant fighting that only means more use of magic and energy, just staying awake. Hyrule isn't one to complains, he grew up always trying to see the brighter side, everything had one.

Right now though, it was a lot more difficult than usual.

Twilight and Legend had gone to patrol the area where they will set camp to make sure that there aren't any monsters. When Twilight came back, there was no veteran to see next to him. Just a pink bunny on his arms.

Hyrule was put on keeping an eye on the bunny duty so the rancher could go for Sky. Why? Something about needing the master sword.

"I wonder where's Legend..." He said to no one, maybe the bunny, he (was a he right? Twilight talked about him as a boy) was the only one who could hear him right now.

The bunny turned to look at him, piercing violet eyes meeting bright blue-ish green ones.

"Do you know? You were with Twi after all" He gently grabbed the bunny and put him on his lap, he seemed a little grumpy but at least didn't try to bite him.

He slowly put one hand on the bunny's back, petting his soft pink fur.

"You know, there was a legend about bunnies, them being as a symbol of perseverance and kindness in the toughtess of times, something to do with one of the heroes of the past" He paused for a moment, thinking "Would the hero be Legend?"

If the bunny's ears perked up at that, Hyrule didn't know the reason. He continued petting him, being gentle to not bother the small creature.

"If only they didn't go extint in my time..." Dawn has shown him some old books which contained information about extint animals of the past, bunnies being one of them. Something about the world becoming too hostile and lack of food to survive.

Obviously he wasn't able at the time when that happened, he didn't even born yet! Yet, even if he wished to restoor everything to how things where so no one would have to suffer hunger, cold and fear, it was impossible to happend in his lifetime.

When all this journey is over, he will go back to his time, wandering and not staying in one place, caves and dense forests being his most visited spots. In the past he seemed all that normal, comfortable even with the familiarity, but now after experiencing what it is to have constant company and people who cares for him, he almost wishes for this to never be over.

"I hope he's okay" He looked down at the bunny "Legend is strong, he will come back, right?"

The violet eyes of the bunny showed an intelligence that is not normal in these creatures, but yet there was something else. He sniffed Hyrule's hand and climbed to lay flat on his chest, closing his eyes.

If someone told him that this was how bunnies hugged, Hyrule would believe that. He wrapped the small pink fluffy body with his arms, petting his head.

If Twilight with the master sword in hand noticed some tears falling down his checks, he decided to not say a word.

[flickering-nightfall]

i was playing the paleo pines demo when i found out the main town area is named pebble plaza. i blacked out and several hours later, woke up to find these on my canvas

[rosesofenvy]

2m38s of Arthur Lester Falling (S2)

SEASON 1 COMPILATION HERE

SEASON 3 COMPILATION HERE

SEASON 4 COMPILATION HERE

tag your favorite fall! Mine was the third one in part 16 because of Arthur laughing for a few sweet seconds

[tardisscans]

Chinen Hidekazu x Hino Yusuke - A slightly relaxed Kamen Rider BBQ two-person talk

I'm starting to learn Japanese and I’ve been into Toku lately, so I decided to give it a go and upload a rough translation of the TTFC BBQ the main cast had a bit ago.

Sadly, Tumblr is too wonky to upload any kind of video over 5 minutes, so I used GoFile (The file deletes itself after a week tho TT)

[dreamingeyes]

what if in chapter 2 ulysses kills someone but doesn't remember it because he didn't put it in his notebook...

[undercoverangell]

trying to get more comfortable posting sketches and messier unfinished work so heres some ody doodles

[astracora]

A Mandated Holiday Break - Chapter 8

Characters: Sylus x gn!mc (poly lads)

Warnings: Sylus myth mentioned, mild hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1424

Written: 22nd December 2024

Notes: Post-relationship Sylus/MC-centric but poly LADs, with my personal pov of the game and lil headcanons littered in.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11

Masterlist AO3

Sylus enjoys a karaoke bar, especially if he's got access to you for a duet. You tease him but you'll always join him, hanging onto his arm and letting loose, and he sometimes falters over the words because he's too busy watching your face.

Still, this is good too. You've set up the game system that the doctor bought for his base, presenting it with a sigh. 'You won't know the right one.'

He'd been a little insulted, but he'd acquiesced, in the end the doctor knows gaming better than he does. It's never appealed to him, and he's never had real time to try. A sing-a-long game is loading up, yelling out 'let's sing' loudly from the speaker system.

You'd presented it to him with the doctor, beaming, "You'll like this one, I promise!"

The fish had groaned from the sofa, "Why do we all have to suffer the crow's crooning?"

As much as you've teased him for being out of tune, you've always encouraged him. He can't count how many times you've asked him to hum for you. Lay against his chest, and unable to sleep for nightmares.

The reason for the at-home karaoke session, are the cocktails that Luke has decided he wants to try making. Kieran is his primary test dummy, and if anything doesn't make him spit it straight back out. You're trying them.

It's ill advised… Sylus knows you're not a light weight, but he does know you and the twins can get competitive. It feels like it's only moments before you start doing shots together, and if that happens he's bound to get dragged in, and as quick healing as he is, he doesn't fancy driving anyone anywhere. Nor does he want to get into a taxi with someone he doesn't trust. Not with you and the twins.

He needs you safe.

He also blames you for Luke’s new hobby, you’d showed them some movies, made comments about how stylish a good bartender is, (He hadn’t filed that information away, to practice. At all.), and Luke had taken that as a challenge.

“It can’t be that hard.”

“Yeah! You can do it bro!”

You’d laughed and not thought anything of it. They’d gone out, and returned with… boxes.

Then raided his alcohol supply.

He’d dragged them both back by the scruff of the neck when they went for the very expensive top shelf. In no world were they mixing that with… was that moonshine? Where did they even get moonshine from?

He doesn’t see you drunk often, there are times you’re out in busy places because you feel you have to attend, and he’s seen you drink then to soften the anxiety and stress. You always call someone to be there then, drunk you is far more willing to rely on others. He also has seen you drink when you feel safe, has carried you on his arm more than once in those situations.

You apologise but there’s no need, especially when he gets to see the embarrassed but enamoured look on your face as he holds you in one arm. Your fingers drifting over the veins in his bicep, with a look he can only describe as hungry. He flexes a little more than he needs to on those occasions.

(There was one time you’d made a comment about beef clod, and he had truly not known how to respond.)

He can see you getting to that point now, you’re trying something green that you and Kieran are sipping from the same glass with separate straws. Luke is taking his turn at the microphone, singing something about what he wants for Christmas. Sylus is unsure if the radioactive green drink is good for either of you, but you don’t look sick, still. He’s wary, and flicks your forehead. As you put a hand to the targeted area, pulling away with an offended ‘Oi’, he grabs the glass and sips from your straw.

“Aww, Boss come on.”

It’s… not as bad as he expected, but he can’t imagine drinking it for fun.

Whether his taste buds are ‘broken’ like you’ve claimed before, and its somehow worse than he tastes, he still doesn’t feel good about putting it back in either your’s or Kieran’s hands. So he downs it.

Wrinkling his nose and pushing the glass away.

Before you can grab another concoction, now that Luke is back and shoving something else onto his brother, (He’s going to have to hide the key to the liquor cabinet he thinks, if this becomes a long standing hobby for them.), he pulls you over to the karaoke machine. “It’s our turn kitten, I’m owed a song for saving you from a terrible fate.”

Your tongue is out at him, but you stumble over grabbing his arm to steady yourself, and pick up the controller to find something you both know well enough to get through it with little effort.

His song repertoire has grown substantially since you’ve reentered his life, he feels confident that anything you sing to often he has memorised. Catalogued away to think about on nights you’re not here to sing for him.

When you’re satisfied, lining up a particular choice, you thrust the microphone into his hand, that’s not currently steadying you at the waist.

You look right at him when the song starts, familiar with some things enough to sing them blindfolded, and as tipsy as you are, with your voice wavering a little, he’s as starstruck as he always is.

“And I’d give up forever to touch you, ‘Cause I know that you feel me somehow, You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be, And I don’t want to go home right now.”

There’s moments in his life, where Sylus wonders if he blinks, will you disappear? A fragile illusion on a wishful soul. That someone, somewhere has truly seen into him and seen something worth adoring and loving. He thinks you are easy to love, there can be no doubt that you are worthy without the need to earn it.

“And all I can taste is this moment, And all I can breathe is your life.”

You have reminded him, again and again that you love him, that he does not need to pay for it, or gift for it. That everything that is offered is freely given, and wholehearted. That there is nothing to earn. It is not a transaction, no relationship should be. You do not keep score, and you would rather he did not either.

“And sooner or later it’s over, I just don’t want to miss you tonight.”

It still leaves him with the feeling that in seconds he could wake up, in a cold cave, surrounded by gems he no longer sees beauty in, in a world where he is nothing but broken horns and lost family.

“And I don’t want the world to see me, ‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understand, When everything’s meant to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.”

He loves you, he loves his life with you, and he is so scared-

Your hands move to his cheeks, his voice halts, wavering and pausing. Blinking at you. The microphone is out of your hands and you stretch up as tall as you can pressing a kiss to his eyelids. He almost drops his own, hand tightening on your waist. You sing just for him, lips at his cheek now, and his breath escapes in a long exhale, shaking.

You are his, you are his, you are his.

When his heart wavers, yours is there, keeping it beating, in time to a song only you can hear.

He is yours, he is yours, he is yours.

“I just want you to know who I am.”

He lifts you into his arms, and he sings with you, game forgotten because it doesn’t matter. Nothing else matters. If you are happy, he is happy, and he is so very happy with you in his arms.

If he wakes up tomorrow and you are not here, he will find you anywhere. He has done it before, and he will do it for the rest of time, because you are the one who sees him.

And later, when you are laughing and stumbling through his bedroom door, trying to pull away from the uncontrolled kisses he plants on your skin, tickling you and nipping, he will swear into your skin that he will always see you too.

Whoever you choose to be.

[tinyfantasminha]

Just wanted to say that I absolutely love much you care about and adore Jack!!!

-[takohebi]

you know what I was always drawn to the odd, sweet-but-underwhelmingly-unpopular characters compared to the most popular ones..... being a jack howl enjoyer back in 2020 was hard, it was so SCARCE 😭 (at least in the eng fandom)

I loved him back then but he also shared the spot with other faves uuuhhh.... who follows me way back from 2020 must remember my scarabia and octavinelle stan phase but I noticed the other characters I liked (Jamil, Leona and the tweels for example) were already so popular that basically I didn't have anything new to say about them?? Because someone would always do or say it first; I know fandom is not a competition (and it's also not a very healthy mindset) but sometimes it can get disheartening when your own view is constantly overlooked 💔

That's when I noticed that no one really seemed to talk about Jack, or even show interest to know him in a deeper level, and fanart of him was pretty scarce too. There were no blogs (or very few) centered around him as I remember. It made me feel bad for him!! I wanted to draw him!! I wanted to make him feel more appreciated!! I wanted people to appreciate him!!!

....And then he came in the first 10 rolls in the union birthday banner when I was hopeless and poor in gems and I was like Ah. He's the one for me. This one is my favorite your honor my hubby my sweetiepie my muffin my sweet little cupcake 😭😭😭

dskgsjnjdksg I started the Jack art agenda just for my own self fulfillment needs but it ended up blowing up more than I expected, I've also received plentiful of asks of people saying they started appreciating Jack more because of my blog and its crazy!!! It feels so good to know I helped build up this tiny but cozy community of Jack enjoyers 🥺 Obviously he's a bit more popular nowadays and there's more content and art of him now compared to 4 years ago, I hope it keeps on growing!!

[sentientsky]

(here have a wip. he’s taking the divorce so so well)

+ i am so tired. good omens night

[buntress]

Well good to know I'm not intruding, to explain the transnazi thing fully, it's just like anything else, you feel dysphoria or things due to alter or kin status etc etc. that part is serious, but the community has agreed that this is something you should not transition for

As the main idea is "you can transition as long as it doesn't hurt anyone OR the hurt is consensual to all sides included" and so labels that would nonconsensually hurt others are advised against transition (like transhateful labels)

The couple times someone said it was "okay" or even neutral on it, they got pushed out real quick

The only thing our community has really come up for those ones is things like rp and alike

Mm nod that makes sense, I still feel like the way TransID has been set up in a way that allows those people to exist and think it's ok seems like an issue and a red flag. Obviously, you can't exactly control how people use a label and I am very glad you guys pushed them out of your spaces! But I personally think the way Desirdae is setup where it is more explicit is better for these kinds of things if that makes sense.

tl;dr I'm still uncomfy with how transID is set up because it feels like its definitions are easily abused by people willing to do harm while Desirdaes definitions closes that opening up or at the very least makes that opening super small.

I do genuinely appreciate your input and insight though, it gives me a better picture on the transID community as a whole outside of what I see others say about it. And while I'm still not super comfy with the whole thing over there, it helps humanize things a lot more and makes it all make more sense.

[sskk-manifesto]

♡

[snortlaughs]

auuhhh being autistic is so difficult sometimes 😭 i wish that i wasn’t so hyperaware of how everything i say may be interpreted by the people around me. my literal worst fear is sounding mean or weird to someone when im just trying to make conversation [GROANS]

[broke-on-books]

"Hey Fred how was the mystery convention" "I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT"

or: Chomps always gets his man

[milkweedman]

I ended up needing to decant the exhaust dye when I put the next 2 ounces/56 grams in, which I still have not added back in, and the new fleece is already dark with color. I'm going to let it cook overnight regardless just because I think it's good practice but wow, buckthorn berries are crazy potent for a natural dye. This was like one scant double handful (I didn't weigh them RIP) of dried berries and I'd be surprised if I got less than 6 ounces (130 grams) of dyed wool out of it.

[mcybree]

Random limlife Scott rant, GO!

I got this ask and decided that I’d give it my best shot but got so mad on my skim through some of the moments I remembered that I gave up.

[puppetdoggy]