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[russiansappho]

Even though I don't have any feelings towards any woman, the delicacy between two women is something that calls my attention. Looks like a piece of art, an sculpture or poetry of how both express tenderness and admiration between each other. If you have any explanation of why I feel that way would love to know your opinion, you can message me anytime.

And won't lie that your blog is very welcoming. Like the other ask said down here, I steal her words. Your blog is heartwarming.

Arabella.

I have re-discovered my inbox after two years of negligence... Thank you for your kind words, Arabella! The feelings you describe lean closer to an aesthetic attraction. This is the way we admire beautiful paintings - without necessarily wanting to “become” them if that makes sense...

I'm glad this blog is a welcoming place ❤️

[phoenixtakaramono]

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[ricciardo133]

July 2018

maxiel, Daniel genderswap, pining, drunken hook-up alluded to

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Max wakes up slowly, feeling a girl cling to his side in the hotel bed. He can't remember Daniel and him inviting girls over to their shared room to unwind after Silverstone, but they did drink an inadvisable amount. Daniel had drank some noxiously sweet wine that some fan had gifted him. Idiotic, Max had thought. Max stuck to gin, a drink that normally doesn't leave him feeling this discombobulated. He feels wrecked, sore, and achy. He doesn't even feel ready to open his eyes.

The woman beside him stretches and sighs. "Rough night, eh, Maxy?" she says in a familiar Australian lit.

They both freeze.

Max sits up, slapping around the hotel lamp until he finds the switch. He stares wide-eyed at the woman lying beside him, her mass of dark curls against tan skin. Her wide, familiar eyes with that distinctive nose set between. Her hands are flung over her mouth, but Max can still see the right tattoos in the right places, only against different curves.

He glances down at perky, bare tits and soft, wide hips, and then back up in embarrassed shock.

"Daniel?"

"Yeah."

"You're a girl."

"So I've noticed."

Max gets up, starkly aware of his own nudity. He fumbles in the morning light for clothes, glancing at his reflection in the mirror as he pulls on a pair of sweatpants.

He's still quite himself, but the hickeys are new. He didn't know his face could feel this hot. He mentally feels memories from last night brush against his psyche in frustratingly fleeting snippets. Biting down on soft thighs. Warmth and tightness. Hard nipples in his mouth. God, he thinks, we finally did it and I can't fucking remember shit.

He looks back, seeing Daniel is gone. He panics and hustles to the bathroom where not-Daniel-but-still-Daniel stands and assess his body.

"Wow, kinda thought girl-me would have a bigger rack."

"You're taking this well."

"Well, obviously, we're dreaming."

"Hm."

Daniel twists in his spot, watching his reflection as he gives his ass a smack. Max is immediately hard.

"Daniel."

"Max," he echoes with faux shock. "Relax, this is, like, a seriously vivid dream. A horny one at that. I think we boned last night."

Max can't utter a word. He just watches as Daniel feels up his own body, smaller hands drifting over smooth skin. His nails skate along his thigh's tattoos, upwards to drift along fine hair between his legs. Max squirms and feels anything but asleep.

"So real," Daniel whispers.

"Can you maybe put something on?" Max begs. Daniel cocks an eyebrow and smirks. Max feels unnerved seeing his expressions in a feminine font. Daniel's refreshing confidence always made Max feel... too much. Like if he wasn't careful, he could spill over with it all. Watching Daniel now fondle his chest, pressing the small mounds together as he assessed himself in the mirror, Max felt ready to burst.

And they fucked. He turns and heads out to the hotel room.

Life is cruel and this dream sucks and he wishes he could remember.

"Hey, Max, hey," Daniel soothes, coming up behind him and blessedly covered in a hotel towel. "I seriously think this can't be real. Just like...what's that DiCaprio film?"

"Huh? Inception?"

"Yeah, that one. Just a really, really good...weird dream."

"Okay, then hit me." Max walks up to Daniel. He's not used to being this much taller. He feels dizzy again with need, wanting nothing more than to pin the older Aussie down on the bed. To hike his soft yet strong legs over his shoulders. Maybe it'd be fine if they did it again, since it maybe is an impossible dream and Daniel's not a boy right now. Not that it mattered normally. Max didn't care, he just wanted to feel him all over again.

"What?" Daniel smiles, eyebrows knit in confusion.

"In dreams, that's how you wake up. Like, a kick to jolt you awake, right?"

"Oh, right. Yeah, we should wake up."

Max leans closer and turns his cheek.

"I'm not smacking you, Max. Here," Daniel takes Max's hand in his. All Max wants was to knit their fingers together, to feel the way his palm is finally bigger than Daniel's. "We'll do it to ourselves, okay?"

Daniel places Max's hand against his own cheek. He watches the gorgeous woman in front of him mirrors him, hand raised gently, fingertips against the curls that fall so, so long down to the middle of Daniel's back. He'd look so good with hair like that even as a boy. Max thinks to tell him this and stops himself.

"On three, yeah?"

"Okay."

Daniel counts down, in that singsong voice that's his but not his pitch. Max tries to commit it to memory as he gives himself a just-too-painful slap.

And nothing changes. The only thing that changes is now Daniel panics.

"Holy fucking shit, Max."

"Daniel-"

"This is real."

"We'll fix this," Max tries as Daniel starts tearing apart the hotel room. Max glances at the clock on the nightstand while Daniel goes on a heated search for something. "We don't have to leave for the flight for two hours."

Christ. He pictures telling their team anything. Daniel can still race, of course, Max thinks. He'll just need a new suit that fits better. And some adjustments to the car's seat fit. And a good PR statement that, yes, something impossible happened overnight but no worries we'll be set for Hockenheim so don't worry about how this happened.

"This!" Daniel says, leaping up to Max and putting a small card in his hand. "This is why! Read it. It came with the wine that hot girl gave me."

Max rolls his eyes and reads it. He narrows his gaze. "A change, temporary, good for two? What's that mean?"

"Beats me, but read it again. Temporary." He sighs, letting his head knock back. Max stares at the line of hickeys down Daniel's thinner neck, too faint. "I do kinda miss my dick."

"How does it feel?" Max asks despite himself. "To be a girl?"

"Good, I guess." Does Daniel press his thighs together reflexively, Max wonders. He feels pent up and horny again. "Like, I don't mind it, but it'll be hell to buy a whole new wardrobe," he attempts to joke through shaky laughs.

"Maybe that note meant 'two' like in two times," Max says, voice quiet.

All he can hear for a moment is the whirl of the hotel aircon. He watches Daniel's feminine frame, his big eyes and wet lips.

"Can you remember any of it?" Daniel asks, voice barely registering above the whirl.

"Not much."

"And it kinda doesn't count, right? Because I'm not really me right now, so its okay? And you don't mind?"

It can count, Max wants to beg. It can. It can be okay after, too. It can be okay all the time.

"I don't mind. You're hot as a girl." The last three words feel too final. Daniel's shoulders fall as he nods.

"Yeah, a stunner, huh? So, well, we'll take her for one last ride."

Finally, Daniel walks up and pushes Max onto the hotel bed. Max's mind reels as Daniel lets the towel drop. Two breasts in Max's face as he feels thighs straddle his waist. His hands fly up to trace eager lines up Daniel's spine and rake gentle tracks back down with his nails. They both shudder.

"Last time, right?" Daniel says between kisses down Max's neck. Max feels his eyes water. It doesn't have to be. But he doesn't say anything. He flips Daniel over on the bed, body tenting over the smaller frame. And this time, he focuses. He wants to make Daniel feel good. He wants to come inside. He wants to etch every moment deep in his mind, so he'll remember every gasp, every touch, every sigh.

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Friends in Small Places (Chapter 3)

So sorry for the wait haha- The stress is real. Anyways this is NOT my best chapter, but it does include something that I always love to see in g/t. But otherwise, I hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 3.4k

CW: Anxiety

3-Cas

When I woke up, it was quiet as usual. My head was throbbing, and my muscles ached every time I moved them, but I forced myself to sit up, finding that I was lying on the hard ground. Right. New medicine, made my body go haywire, Liam- Liam. My eyes darted all round, landing on a small figure that was copying some things down in his notebook from his laptop. He wasn’t as small anymore, which meant I was back to normal. Well, sort of. I felt drowsy. And hungry, but I usually I just go out to go eat something. 

I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand, stretching out my arms as far as I could temporarily manage. Liam picked up his head, closing his notebook and laptop. What time was it? I looked through the window curtains to see that the sun was still out, but it didn’t look like it was noon at all. How long was I out for? 

“Morning.” Liam greeted, walking a little closer to me. I pressed my back up further against the wall. Did I sleep through the entire I night? Where was my phone anyways? 

“M-morning.” I whispered, simultaneously searching for my phone. I knew that I didn’t have to go into the lab today, but still, sometimes they liked to schedule surprise meetings or something. Last time I didn’t show up they punished me for it. I shuddered at the thought, but kept my attention on Liam, who looked like he was forcing himself to come closer to me. 

I raised the hand that he seemed to be walking towards close to my chest. It’s not like I didn’t want him to touch or come near me, it’s just that I was scared I’d accidentally do something that he might not like. What if I hold him wrong or-or he gets too uncomfortable, or what if I accidentally drop him? The anxiety ate away at me until I felt myself grow a few feet. I winced, calming myself down before it could get worse. Again. 

Liam took a few seconds to get out of his sudden shock, giving a shaky smile. Was that supposed to mean “I’m okay but I’m terrified of you?” I couldn’t help but look away, saddened by the thought. I wish I didn’t have to keep so in control of my emotions all the time. Anytime I want to cry I just can’t otherwise I might hurt people. More especially the regular-sized human that was currently struggling to stand on two feet. I would offer help but… I don’t think he’d be all that excited about it. Neither was I. 

“How are you f-feeling?” He tired to hide how shaky his voice was, but I could tell. Most people talk like that when they’re around me anyways. They get one glimpse at the stupid band around my wrist and they automatically think I’m a threat. I mean, yeah, I have depression, but as long as I remember to refill my anti-depressants and SSRI’s I should be okay to go out in public for a couple hours. Most of the time I try to control my emotions though. Since that’s what triggers me to grow in the first place. It’s also mostly why the SSU doesn’t let me see my family for a long time. They think that if I’m around it’ll spark too much emotions all at once. It could be true, and the last thing I want is to hurt my own family. 

“Um, a little better.” I sighed, seeing my phone thrown halfway across the room. Right. I completely freaked out when Liam said to open the door and ended up throwing it somewhere. I’ll just go grab it in a little bit, I wasn’t in a rush. If anything, I should probably get dressed to get something to eat. I didn’t know how to cook besides some microwaveable things I had in the fridge. Of course I had some groceries, just not many. 

“Hey, um, are you hungry? I can go out to get something.” I asked, keeping my voice to a whisper while also getting ready to stand up. While I didn’t have a job, the company was giving me monthly checks to help for necessities. Clothes, food, basically anything I needed to survive. With another person here I might as well make them comfortable and help out with anything they need. It’s only the right thing to do. Especially if I’m the one giving them a hard time… 

“Hm? I-I can cook something.” Liam looked towards where the kitchen was. I nervously smiled, finding it kind of funny that he didn’t realize that this entire house was accommodated for my size. Of course I can be smaller, but I wouldn’t be able to do anything but walk around on the floor. Plus, it’s hard to stay that height without the medicine. I did feel bad that Liam couldn’t do the things that he wanted to do. I didn’t know if he liked cooking or not, but maybe I could at least try to help? I’m not exactly a culinary expert. 

“I can maybe help? I-if you’re okay with it of course.” I stared at my hand, slowly lowering it to the ground what seemed a few inches away from Liam to me, but must have been a couple feet to him. He eyed it warily, and the longer he stared the more shaky my hand became. How could I trust myself to carry an entire life in my hands? I don’t even trust myself anywhere around someone smaller than me. 

Liam sucked in a deep breath, “I-I, um, I d-don’t-“ He paused for a minute, recomposing himself, “S-sure. If you want to.” He hesitantly walked closer to my hand, looking at my palm as if asking himself how to get on. I didn’t particularly care. It’s my first time actually holding someone. A living person in my hands. What if I drop him? What if I’m holding him wrong? I don’t want to hurt him! I would never forgive myself, and then they’d assign me a new therapist. I bit the bottom of my lip, trying my best to tilt my hand as much as I could to make it easier to climb on. Of course I could just grab Liam, but I don’t think he’d like that very much. 

“You can just climb on. I don’t really mind.” I gave the best fake smile I could manage as he returned one back. He took another look at my hand, starting with hurtling on of his legs on and then falling over when I tilted my hand flat to make the rest easier for him. Apparently it just made him roll over onto his stomach. I was so sure Liam could feel how shaky I was. Of course I was nervous, but I guess I’d just have to trust myself. Something I wasn’t prone to do on a daily basis. 

I stood up slowly, using both hands to cup the passenger I was currently holding to make sure they didn’t fall, and walked slower than usual to the kitchen, slightly tilting my hand to let Liam back down before I did something I was going to regret for the rest of my life. 

“I don’t know how to cook, so I guess you just tell me what to do?” I kept my hands by my sides. Liam took a while to get himself back together, but eventually he just nodded his head, “D-do you have anything in the fridge?” He fidgeted with his hands while I checked, finding it kind of sad that it looked kind of bare except for a few containers filled with some leftovers, eggs, drinks, and a couple of the microwaveable plates I buy at the store. 

“Just some eggs, a few plates I can microwave too.” I closed the fridge, noticing that Liam cringed. Did I do something wrong? 

“It’s not healthy just eating those y’know.” He muttered, probably thinking that I wouldn’t be able to hear him. I sadly nodded my head, “My mom wasn’t able to teach me before they moved me away soooo-“ I looked away for a second, grabbing two eggs and smiling nervously down at Liam, who was thinking hard about what I had just said. Did i give away too much? He’s going to have to meet my parents sometime soon anyways. They’ll tell him all the embarrassing stories of me when I was a kid and all of the other things I did. The good and the bad. Because that’s just how they were. 

“I can just make these, right?” I held them up, watching him nod and tell me what to grab and do. Liam had tried moving some objects around that I needed to use. He tired his best to use them himself, but of course he was too small, or he at least couldn’t do it by himself. I was scared that if I grabbed it at the wrong time then he’d jump and run away, so I usually just waited for him to take a break before taking the issue off of his hands. 

It was kind of awkward since I should be the one already knowing I how to cook, but I guess this was fine. Liam was honestly a really great teacher. He kept me calm when I thought the heat would just make the mixture explode in my face. Again, I don’t know the slightest thing about cooking. Not at all. Can’t blame me for not knowing… but maybe Liam could teach me? No, that’d be ridiculous. There was no way that he’d do that. Plus, what if I don’t watch what I’m doing carefully enough? I could really hurt him without even meaning to. 

“Liam?” I set down my plate for a second. 

“Yeah?” He did the same with his, all of his attention on me. Was it weird that I was a bit nervous now? I feel like it should be the opposite. But here I was, worrying about an answer to a question I pretty much already knew the answer to. 

“Would you mind teaching me how to cook? You seem pretty good at it, and I’d like you to feel more welcome here.” I tried to explain thoroughly, so he doesn’t think I’m tricking him. I wouldn’t ever dream of it, but just in case. We’ve only really been around each other for two days anyways. He has no reason to trust me. Especially when yesterday I messed it all up. I had it all planned out in my mind. I’d try to stay calm for as long as I could, let us both get comfortable with the situation (More for Liam than me) and then I wouldn’t have to be so careful around him. Turns out I couldn’t even last a day. Or maybe that was just because of the medicine. It was extremely painful. It felt like my insides were being ripped out. Do you know how hard it is to stay calm when you’re in that much pain? Hard. Very, very hard. 

“Sure! U-Um, we might need to go to the store later though. If that’s okay with you of course!” He laughed nervously, trying to rid himself of the shakiness of his voice. At least he was trying. But… I couldn’t help but shake the feeling that he though I would actually hurt him over something as trivial as taking him somewhere. If anything, I’m just happy that he wants to be near me at this point. 

“I don’t mind. You’re the cook here anyways.” I tried to lighten the mood. It seemed to work. 

———Liam———

When Cas woke up this morning I wasn’t expecting him to be in such a light-hearted mood. If anything I thought he’d be the exact opposite. He seemed tired still, but at the same time he seemed to be trying his hardest to keep calm. Actually, that’s kind of what he looks like all of the time. No offense. 

This morning was surprisingly fun. I wasn’t expecting to try and help a full on giant cook something. It’s extremely difficult to maneuver all of the utensils when they’re almost ten times your own size. I wasn’t built for moving heavy things around if you couldn’t tell. But either way, it was still a lot of fun trying to help Cas cook. It was saddening to learn that he was never taught because the company moved him away from his family. Why would they do that in the first place anyways? I don’t see a reason why they would just rip him apart from his family. I would think they’d help him out more than I could actually. 

“S-sorry to ask,” I sighed, making the mistake of peering over the edge of the counter, shuddering at the devastating height I was currently at, “But could you l-let me down? P-Please?” I took a couple steps back. Cas nodded his head, extending his hand out just like before and waited for me to let myself on. I couldn’t really tell all that much, but I think he’s just as nervous as I am when he’s holding me. I can feel him slightly trembling, and even the way he moves slower than usual. I think it’s kind of funny how he cares so much about one meaningless life. Or sweet really. 

I climbed onto his hand, being taken back to the living room where I had left my stuff. Right. I had a test to take on Monday… Luckily I still had the entire weekend to study. I think it’d be nice to spend at least one day with Cas. We haven’t really had the chance to get to know each other better. Maybe I can ask to make my lessons online? Just until they find my replacement. If they ever find one of course. It’s not actually that bad being with Cas. He’s really nice and gentle, doesn’t overdo anything. I have no idea why I thought it’d be so terrifying in the first place. Then again, it’s only been a couple of days. 

“Thank you.” I mumbled, just barely loud enough for Cas to hear. He look a little shocked before smiling. Like a genuine smile. Not one of those fake ones he puts on to hide that he’s actually sad. I must say, I’m not doing a very good job as a therapist, but then again everything seems to be fine. 

I put away most of my things inside of my backpack, heading to my little corner on the floor where my other suitcase was, filled with my clothes. I still had a lot back at my dorm, but I’m technically not living here. Just staying for a while until the SSU can make sure that the person I’m with is comfortable without me here almost all of the time. 

I grabbed a few clothes, waiting for Cas to leave and change so we could head out. It was already midday anyways. I think it’ll be fun teaching him how to cook anyways. I feel bad about the whole situation he’s in. Does he even get to see his parents? I guess I’d have to ask him that. 

After a while of waiting, Cas came out wearing a t-shirt and a regular pair of jeans. I couldn’t take my eyes off of the bright-red band on his wrist though. He’s not… that bad actually. I’ve only ever heard stories that shifters with a red band were a danger to society. Were they wrong? Did the company lie to us? That can’t be true… But so far everything that’s happened to Cas hasn’t been exactly great. The forced medicine, taking him away from his parents, what else have they done? So many questions I wanted to ask Cas, but we weren’t at the level yet. I feel like he’d completely shut me out if I asked him right now anyways. 

“So are you fine with just climbing on again?” He crouched down on the ground, his palm down for me. I struggled to climb on, but managed on my own. He was definitely more nervous than I was. 

“You good?” I chuckled lightly, getting used to it already. For someone who was so afraid of being mishandled, I was actually doing pretty good. Or maybe that was because Cas was watching everything he did so closely. Ryan was definitely right. Shifters really weren’t as bad as the stories made them out to be. Or I had made them out to be. 

“Hm? O-Oh yeah! Just nervous.” He brought up his other hand our of fear of himself dropping me I was guessing. Yeah, I would not enjoy falling from a hundred foot drop right now. I was thankful for the extra protection, but this only proves that he doesn’t trust himself all that much. Another thing I can work on with him? I think it’d be a good thing to work on his self-confidence. Maybe that’s why he’s not used to being around people smaller than him? That being said… how did he live when he was younger? If he couldn’t stay comfortable at a normal height? And yet another question to ask Cas. 

I admit it’s pretty scary when You’re a hundred feet up in the air, your life literally in someone else’s hands, and heading to a place you’ve never been to before. Really anything could happen, but I have to place all of my trust in I just met two days ago. I guess you can’t gain trust if you don’t give any in the first place. Still, I couldn’t get rid of the slight fear that was slowly crawling up through my entire body. Okay, maybe I was just jumping to conclusions about getting used to being carried around. This was the most terrifying thing ever. 

——————

The walk wasn’t that far. (Well at least for Cas-) Maybe about ten minutes before we reached the small store that was packed with people. I guess this is what it was like on this side of the city? This was just crazy. Maybe that’s why Cas doesn’t go out much? It would make sense. It would also explain why he tried his best to avoid so many people everytime he walked down an isle. Or maybe it was for my sake? I couldn’t tell. 

“What exactly do I need?” He laughed nervously, grabbing a carry basket in his free hand, the one holding me cupping even more to make sure I wouldn’t fall off. I think I’ll just stay clear of any kind of view from the ground. Yup. 

“Oh, well, um, fruit? Some meat I guess? I-I can help you with that.” Cas nodded his head, walking over to the produce section and picking out a mixed bowl and some things to make a salad. Good to know that he wasn’t just microwaving everything. It didn’t take long for me to help him pick out some chicken to make for dinner tonight and something for tomorrow too. There would probably be leftovers for a good day or so afterwards anyways. I’m just glad I could help him out with something. At least somewhat. 

When we arrived back home, I told Cas where to place everything, and that was basically it. I’d just have to teach him how to cook dinner for tonight. But otherwise, we would just be hanging out in the living room. I could go without studying for a while anyways. It was beyond tiring to memorize all of those formulas anyways. 

“Thank you so much.” Cas laughed. 

“For what? Getting groceries?” I laughed with him. Just because I’m slightly older than him doesn’t mean anything. 

“Yeah. I guess so.” His hand laid up against the couch, letting me down and onto the comfy cushion. I made myself comfortable, watching Cas sit on the other couch, grabbing his phone that he completely forgot about after last night and checked on whatever was waiting for him. He sighed, placing it on the table in the middle. 

“Wanna play a game?” He asked, looking a little wary. Well, it’s not like I can say no. 

“Sure!” 

——————

Ahhh I love when the giant doesn’t know how to cook but the tiny does. Just when the giant tries to help out as much as they can AGHH- I hope you guys enjoyed this extremely overdue chapter, again, so sorry for the long wait.

But thank you guys so much for reading! I appreciate every single one of you who read and like my work you have no idea how much it means to me that you all like it 🫶

If there is an ask in my inbox, I promise I will eventually get to it. So sorry for those of you who have been waiting (I have a little writing piece that I want to do for them)

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[darkurgetrash]

Warning, tired-Jessica-at-3am post incoming!

From the bottom of my heart, I really just wanted to say thank you to you guys who reblog my chapter updates, comment on my fics, and give me words of encouragement on what I create — especially on my writing.

It’s so incredibly hard for me to feel like I have any self worth at all (I’m afraid any apparent cockiness is terrible overcompensating) and you guys really help to lift me up, even if only for a bit. It’s more validation than I’ve received for a long, long time, and I’m so, truly grateful.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

So. Um. I tried my hand at writing a little something with hdw and Power Link (who I ended up calling Chime because of your one doodle with him and Mask and calling him “other Link” got hard to work with and I gave up lol). I tried to give it some comforty vibes, and hopefully I succeeded. And hopefully I also wrote Power okay 😅

it’s not much, but I hope you enjoy and also feel better Skye <3

- Sky Floor

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Impa was often... not sure what to think of the other heroes who were fighting with them.

The fact that two of them were children was alarming, even if the hero of winds generally acted fairly mature. She couldn’t deny that they were all skilled fighters, and Mask truly was a menace on the battlefield. Tune could be so as well, and the eldest, the one Mask had started calling Chime was... well.

He was just as skilled a warrior, no doubt about that, and seemed much more put together outwardly, but Impa was not convinced.

It was only small things she noticed, signs here and there. He was about as secretive as herself, and his personality was hard for her to parse out. But the heaviness in his gaze and circles under his eyes she often glimpsed reminded her all too much of the reflection she saw in the mirror every morning. Add that to him being half-Sheikah, and the pieces of his life she’d gleaned, and she couldn’t help but watch him a bit more closely than the other two.

He’d mentioned he was close with an Impa of his own. And despite her own troubles, Impa figured she should at least try and watch out for him in her stead.

And now, watching him and her son doze against each other after a particularly exhausting battle, there was a strange mix of warmth and worry for the both of them plaguing her.

Impa crossed her arms, studying them. Neither was fully asleep, but neither of them was fully awake either, breath puffing out in faint clouds as they dozed. The small scratches and bruises that weren’t worth a potion to heal on their faces seemed more obvious in the light from the dying fire, and Impa trailed her gaze over them, wondering they’d been cleaned or not.

She would’ve stayed where she was and let them doze a while longer, but it was starting to get cold, and the last thing the army needed was the two of them sick. Impa sighed, and stood and walked over to them, both heroes’ eyes cracking open at the sound of her approach.

“It’s getting late,” she said, her voice feeling oddly loud despite her quiet tone. “You two should head inside. It’s been a long day, and I know you were both injured. Proper rest would do you good.”

Her son groaned, closing his eyes again, but the other Link nodded, nudging his younger counterpart further awake. “Come on Captain, she’s right. You’ll be warmer inside.”

“Mm... fine,” her son mumbled, making half an effort to blink himself awake. He rubbed at his arm where Impa knew he’d been struck earlier, then yawned, dark circles stark under his eyes.

They matched the ones on his counterpart’s face, and Impa couldn’t help but hover when they stood up, Link stumbling due to tiredness, Chime stumbling due to his previously-broken leg that a red potion was still working on. They both managed to get themselves upright though, and once Impa made sure they were both able to stand, she began herding them both across camp.

Her son’s sleepiness made him more snuggly than usual, and Impa looked at him worriedly as he slumped against her shoulder. Chime at least was holding himself upright, but both were well and truly exhausted.

The whole day had been... a lot.

Blood flickered in Impa’s memory, but she hastily shooed it away. There was no need for that. Both of them were fine. Everyone was fine.

Impa finally got them to Link’s tent, the closest of the three of theirs. Tune and Mask weren’t around, which wasn’t surprising as they sometimes slept elsewhere, but Impa was relieved it gave them some extra peace and quiet. Link slumped down on his cot when Impa guided him there, barely looking alive, and Chime sat beside him and nudged him, urging him to take off his boots at least. Link did so, slowly, and Impa looked at the other hero, making no move to do the same as he stared off into the middle distance.

“Do you need some assistance?” she asked him carefully, and he blinked, his blank stare turning towards her. “With your shoe. Because of your leg?”

He blinked again, then shook his head, earrings reflecting the lantern light as they swayed. “I still need to head back to my own tent.”

“Your tent is currently halfway across camp, and you were falling asleep just on the walk here,” Impa said sternly. “There’s no reason why you shouldn’t stay. There’s enough room beside Link.”

“Yeah,” her son mumbled, sleepily leaning on his counterpart. “I don’t mind. ‘S fine.”

Chime looked unsure, but then Link slumped, asleep again. Impa couldn’t help her quiet chuckle, and Chime sighed at the hero dozing on his arm, carefully maneuvering himself around so they were both lying on Link’s cot.

Impa wordlessly moves to his feet and the older Link kicked off one of them, Impa tugging off the other on his injured leg. He met her eyes as he gave her a nod of thanks, his red alarmingly close to her own, and Impa briefly wondered if her own son would’ve looked like him if her genes had won out.

“General,” he acknowledged quietly, and she nodded in return, a smile twitching at her lips as Link grabbed onto him in his sleep.

“Got some rest. You’ve both earned it,” she replied just as quietly, and though he seemed hesitant, Chime eventually closed his eyes, joining Link in falling sleep.

Impa fetched a blanket and set it over the two, then watched them again for several moments, their expressions more soothed in slumber, but with exhaustion still tugging at the edges. Chime seemed younger as he slept, much of his worry smoothed from his face, and Impa wondered not for the first time how old he was.

Much too young, she thought with a sigh, and gently fixed the blanket over the two, watching them for a few more quiet seconds.

Then she exited the tent with nothing but a soft rustle.

I had to hold on to this so I could reread it like four times AAAHHH PEGGY I ADORE THIS ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Nicknaming him Chime is adorable and precious I’m adopting that idea I love it you’re a genius and so is Mask 🥺❤️❤️❤️

I love how quiet this all feels, like it’s still comfort but it has that distance to it from the strained relationship between Impa and her son and because Power tends to keep everyone at arm’s length and doesn’t know what to make of Impa and alsjdfhdowiher PEGGY this is fantastic!!!! You wrote Power great, he’d be trying to look out for Link but also just be so dead tired mentally and generally stay formal and distant from everyone he isn’t looking after, especially Impa as he has many mixed feelings about her fisheeveififhsskiwjw THIS IS SO GOOD OH MY GOSH

WARRIORS BEING ALL SNUGGLY BECAUSE HE IS SLEEPY AWWWW

HE LEANED ON IMPA IT COUNTS AS CHDDLING WIRH HIS MOM

IMPA LOOKING OUT FOR POWER BECAUSE MAMA CAN SENSE SOMETHING IS OFF GOGFHSJSOWBEBR

I ADORE THIS THANK YOU 😭❤️ Power and Warriors are so cute together aahhhhhh they’re brothers I love them this is amazing I’m gonna reread it a hundred times ❤️❤️❤️

[gentlebeard]

Here's a treat for you 😊

i’ll do whatever you say, captain stiddies … uh i mean stede

[sainz100]

a few Carlos moments from the 2024 Azerbaijan GP

[restlessmaknae]

I was tagged by @lee-sanghyeok (thank you so much!!) to put my ‘on repeat’ playlist on shuffle & let my followers pick their fave of the first five songs, so here you go!❤️

Tagging (zero pressure): @dat-town, @tranquilpetrichor, @starry-nights-garden, @seolboba

[ilikecarsandlike4people]

First up thank you so much for your amazing drawings<3 I truly love each and every one of them☺️

I’ve seen your fe beans, so maybe Seb with his (in my opinion) og grid-kid pascal wehrlein? In 2017, when Sebs car broke down, pascal gave him a taxi ride back to the pitlane, which could be a cute moment to draw:D

Taxi!💙

[galentir]

✨🧡🌙 SEND THIS TO BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. ✨🧡🌙

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

no way... is that him??? live??? i can tbelive it

AWUEYEFVDCSGBFYB

I cant tell if you're joking or not but... yes!!! I haven't seen it in person, but I have seen someone's uploaded recording of the whole thing on YouTube, and it's actually pretty silly and not too bad! I can't remember if it's at Disney Land or Disney World, but it's neat. On an old blog I had, a screenshot from that video I saw I actually made the header to my blog! I was giggling cause Chick called him a McLoser, and while I don't think he's a loser, I was cracking up cause it sounded like a McDonalds item. I was pretty surprised to see they gave Chick some stuff in it though!

It was at his racing achedemy thing :) which is funny to me cause this is like the third time they've given him his own racing achedemy in some form and it's been completely different each time. And it's a Disney official thing so it's their actual voice actors I love it.. I need to rewatch it, I can't remember if Jackson shows up in it.. I think he gets a name mention at some point? It's based around Cars 3! And Cruz plays a pretty big roll in it as well, of course.

[basketobread]

You draw everybody so cute. I’m obsessed . every time I open your blog and see your art my neurons light up. Anyway!! don’t feel bad about taking your time w responses!! it’s your art we are just politely gathered around enjoying your creative process!!! Have a nice day :)))

you are too sweet… gonna get dehydrated from the sweetness… THANK YOU FOR YOUR KIND WORDS AND YOUR PATIENCE!!! ❤️❤️❤️ HAVE A LOVELY DAY AS WELL ANON!!! ❤️❤️❤️

[chaosduckies]

has Nathan told Ryker his past and why he’s scared / will he do so?

I am so sorry this has taken me so long to answer- I’ve been meaning to write a short little part, and I’m just glad someone asked me so I could actually get started on it- I hope you enjoy the short piece though!

Word Count: 1.3k

CW: Mentions of Death, slight gore mention,

———Nathan——— 

Today was a nice day. Ryker’s siblings were all at school, I was hanging out with him on the couch, watching a slasher movie. I agreed to start watching horror movies with Ryker since I told myself that I should probably give in to his interests more. Which happens to get over my fears of seeing something I really don’t enjoy. Gore. Death. Basically anything that reminds me of what happened so many years ago. It’s not that the movie itself was scary, it’s just that I hated seeing any kind of blood. Turns out slasher movies are full of it.

So here I was, practically trembling behind a pulled up part of Ryker’s sleeve that I deemed worthy of shielding me from anything that was too terrifying to watch. I still tried to watch as much as I could handle though… which wasn’t much at all but still. I guess Ryker hated the fact that I was struggling to even look up at the screen, so he just turned it off, looking down at me in his palm. I let go of the tight grip I had on his sleeve, staring down sadly. 

“I still don’t understand why you force yourself to watch. I know you don’t like horror.” He slightly tilted his head, searching for an answer. 

“Sorry,” I sighed, still a bit shaken up from what I had just witnessed on the huge screen in front of me, “I just don’t want you to think that I don’t care about your interests.” Ryker shook his head, his signature smile on his face, “I appreciate it, I really do, but if it makes you uncomfortable don’t force yourself.” I nodded, not expecting a gentle touch against my back. I flinched, moving instinctively away. For the first time in what seemed like a while I was, for a split second, afraid of Ryker. I shook my head, shuddering and wondering what had just happened. 

Ryker stared at my with worried eyes, moving his hand away. This was just because I was watching that movie… Yup.

“Everything okay?” 

He slowly brought me closer to his face. I nodded in response, giving the most authentic smile I could muster, “Y-yeah. The movie just got to me I guess.” I stared down at his palm, sighing. Or maybe it was just so much more than that. I don’t know. These past few months I’ve been so happy I haven’t really paid any sort of attention to any of my own thoughts. I haven’t needed to anyways. I was happy now, living a good life with people who care about me. What was there to be sad about? 

I guess I never really did forget about everything that happened before my mom and I were moved over to the city. Of course it hurt to think about, and I’ve never, ever told anyone. Not even my own boyfriend. Maybe I should? Or would it affect our relationship? I don’t want anything to mess it up… I was finally happy. But I don’t think I can just keep it a secret for forever. That stupid horror movie… 

“Ry?” He averted his attention to me, making me slightly feel insecure for a split second. Just like how I felt before we had started talking. I guess he noticed because he offered to let me down on the arm of the couch, but I just shook my head. He probably would have asked why I was so afraid of him before when the rest of the world wouldn’t have reacted the way I did almost all of the time. 

“Would you be mad if I hid something from you?” I winced, expecting him to scream or yell at me, but he just chuckled like that sentence didn’t mean anything, “If you’re hiding something you probably have a good reason. I trust you, so I wouldn’t think anything of it.” 

I bit the bottom of my lip, heart beating slightly fast. What would happen if I told him? I mean I’ve been hiding this from him for what seems like forever. I haven’t really thought about telling him, but now that I’m really thinking about it he probably should know. He was already getting suspicious of me every time he asked about my dad or mentioned where or what I did before I moved to the city. Ryker never asked anything further though. 

“I-I used to live- I don’t even remember,” I laughed burying my face, “I used to live somewhere in the country. We had a small place, I remember having a puppy named Apollo.” Ryker’s eyes went wide, hanging onto every word I spoke. He’s probably been wondering about these kinds of things for who knows how long. 

“A-anyways, it was nice over there, I had just turned seven I think?- When were practically kidnapped from our home and sold off to some really bad people. G-giants were mean” I winced, not looking up anymore, but I could tell Ryker was just as saddened by this as me. He held me a bit closer, not saying a single word and being careful with his actions now. It wasn’t as hard to talk about it with him for some reason, but I still wasn’t really done. 

“They would make my parents do things that got them hurt, they’d force me to play these ‘games’ that nearly had me killed. Part of the reason why I hate cats,” I shuddered at the thought again, painfully remembering the one time I messed up trying to run away when the cat had managed to claw me painfully thinking I was a rat, “My dad and mom tried their best to keep me safe and alive, and one time the people were talking something about killing me or something since I was just a kid, but my dad didn’t like the idea and they- I guess you can figure that one out.” I nearly choked, trying not to place the mental picture in my head. What’d I’d give to see him again. Not on drentched in blood and thrown into the harsh snow outside like some… pest. I started trembling, bringing my knees close to my chest and burying my head. 

“Nate, you know I won’t let anything like that happen to you again, right? I-I mean I’m glad you’re telling me, but that’s just… sick.” He had a disgusted look on his face as he pressed me closer into the fabric of his hoodie. I trusted Ryker. I knew he would never hurt me on purpose. Those other people on the other hand… 

“Y-yeah. I-I know,” I hugged myself closer, “S-so eventually cops came, my mom had forced me to get their help. They moved us here to the hospital in the city, rehabilitated us. I took longer since I was just a kid and my mom was unbelievably strong.” I laughed, missing her. She wouldn’t want me to cry though. She’d say that everything was okay now. My dad would say the same thing. And I knew it was true because I couldn’t be happier. 

“I think about three weeks after they said I was okay to live a ‘normal’ life they enrolled me in school and that’s basically it.” I skipped over a bunch of details, but he doesn’t need to know about any of them. Just the important things. I shouldn’t hav told him, but I probably would have hinted at it eventually. 

There was a long silence over us before Ryker broke it, “Explains why you were always so scared,” he paused for a second, “Everything’s okay now though, right?” 

“Yeah! It’s great.” I smiled, trying to take my mind off of everything I had just finished explaining. 

“I assume you don’t want to finish the movie?” We both laughed. He knows how to handle these kinds of things. I’m grateful for it.  

——————

Nathan would tell Ryker since he wouldn’t want to hide anything from him for so long.

Yeah I’m not sure how I feel about this little piece, but it’s too late now hehe

Thank you anon for asking! I hope you enjoyed it!

(I want to say the movie they’re watching is The Collector, if you’re into horror movies, mmm one of the best ones to watch in my opinion. Just some useless information because why the heck not :3)

[fivefeetfangirl]

okay so i was actually looking for that "say something nice about prev" post on your blog that was going around cause i was thinking about you and purcon the other day and i wanted to give you some compliments!! so i'll just do it here lol but anyway i think you are sunshine incarnate and so funny and you have thee best energy so i hope to see you at yet another con again!! ❤️

Broooo 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 Tess you're literally making me cry 🥺🥺🥹🥹🥹 thank you so much!!! We had so much fun last con, I miss you all!! I hope to see you too next year!!! ❤️❤️