#usually fem/she/her

[the-moon-files]

Linked Universe Incorrect Quotes (ft. Masc!You)

Your many, many nicknames: Guide, Hero's Guide, Lead, Star (Guiding Star), Princey, Prince

Reader: (he/him)

(This gif got chosen bc i fully believe they could get goofy enough to act like the monty python campaign sometimes)

Wars, wistfully: I love hearing my Guide shouting at someone else. It makes such a nice change.

♡

You: Listen, listen, the ‘how the fucks’ and 'why are you so dumbs’ don’t matter. All that matters is that I have a magic gun.

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Hyrule, looking at your unconscious body: I need a moment alone to heal him.

The Rest of the Chain: Of course, take care of him please.

(leaves)

Hyrule, leaning over you: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not asleep.

You, sitting up: Yeah, no shit.

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Sky: Ha! Don't you know the trappers trap can trap the trapper??

Sky: ...I must be losing it, I'm quoting Star.

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(dead quiet in camp, everyone knowing the look on your face when you get annoyed at their reckless/self-sacrificing actions)

You: When I die, I want every Link here to lower me into my grave so they can let me down one last time.

(explosion of arguing and several "Hey wait a minute-!"s)

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Time, accidentally forgetting never to ask his Guide for advice: If this plan goes down the drain, where should we regroup?

You: The afterlife, I guess.

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You: Why is it that I always lose things as soon as I need them?!

Four: Actually, it's not that you lose things when you need them. You lose them a while before. It's just that you LOOK for things when you need them.

You: Okay yeah thanks so much Link, that's great to hear, now, WHERE'S THE FUCKING FIRST AID KIT??

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Legend: But what do I get out of it Princey?

You: A night of fashion, mischief, mayhem, and possible death.

Legend: Ooh, check, check, and check; not sure about that last one tho.

You: It won't be you.

Legend: I'll get my rings.

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You: Why are you guys acting like this??

Twilight: Oh, we're not acting. We really are like this.

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Link: Cause your pretty and your smart, and your ignoring me so your obviously my type.

You, who was distracted: I'm sorry- what were you saying?

Link: Perfect.

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Thanks for reading this shitpost lmao

I just needed smth more my flavor of reader, and reader/Chain so I made this snack to satisfy me for now

Ill probably be making a fic in the future but for now bs like this will have to do

(Might use some of these quotes in it acc lol)

Peace out,

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[iztea]

putting that hyper intelligence to good use

[whaliiwatching]

a rendezvous beyond

and a halfway closeup just bc im rlly happy with how the bg turned out lol

[emoreooo]

girl !!! hey girl ! whats up girl !! girl !!!

[rayplaysif]

Congrats to Dai for winning the RO popularity contest for @throneofblood-if !!

[bumblingbabooshka]

The 5Head Sisters The Good Doctor is based on this beautiful post by @borgchip [Patreon | Commissions]

[seleneprince]

Contrary to popular belief, Snape does know how to laugh (and it's quite a contagious sound) and her Slytherin friends aren't just a bunch of snobby, arrogant rich brats that only make fun of others. They all have a soft side that only comes out with each other and would leave a lot of people in shock.

[simphic]

My favorite libra and virgo switched styles 4 the day...💿

[imaginarycyberpunk2023]

OC: Macha Richter

She says a girl needs a gun these days, Hey, on account of those rattlesnakes, on account of those rattlesnakes.

She looks like Eve Marie Saint in "On The Waterfront." She reads Simone de Beauvoir in her American circumstance

She's less than sure if her heart has come to stay in San Jose. And her never-born child haunts her now as she speeds down the freeway; As she tries her luck with the traffic police, out of boredom more than spite. She never finds no trouble, she tries too hard. She's oblivious despite herself

She looks like Eve Marie Saint in "On The Waterfront." She says all she needs is therapy- all you need is, love is all you need

[shittywriterbrain]

i call it the struggle of being a gay/bisexual trans man

[starry-bi-sky]

Love and hate can sometimes cross wires - DPXDC Ficlet

She props her up against the far wall, and kneels before her, fingers deceptively gentle against her cheek. Danyal is cold and trembling, her once bronze skin now dull. She meets her other half— self— sister— mother— predecessor’s eyes, and they are still wet. But now they are sharp, focused on Her face.

Danyal takes a shuddering breath, one that wracks itself down her spine. One that She can feel sinking into her — their? — shared soul. “You’re going to kill me.” She says, matter of fact, something like grief choking in her voice, making it shake.

She blinks at Her mother—sister—friend— predecessor, a feeling She knows is horror but thinks is hatred filling up Her lungs. Her cool palm trails kind down to her throat, Her talon fingers wrapping around the fragile skin. With very little effort, She could break her little neck. “Yes.” She murmurs, a sound only the two of them can hear. “I am.“

Her mother-sister-other half— predecessor shudders again, and yet makes no sound. Simply goes limp with acceptance in her arms. She doesn’t bother to even fight; she looks tired. Make it quick, it’s like she says.

I will. She promises, running the gentle padding of Her thumb along her jugular. It’s the only mercy She thinks She’ll ever give. But first…

“Give me a name?”

(Mother— sister— mine—) Danyal stares at Her, confusion parting her slowly paling lips. There’s silence between the two, thickening the air like the rise of an oncoming storm. Hurt and rage begins to toil beneath Her skin. Was the thought of naming Her so abhorrent, that she’d rather not say a thing at all? Her name is nothing?

Before She can take Her anger out, Danyal breathes in sharp. The sound is painful, jarring like jags of broken glass. She raises a hand, her palm — rough and calloused, proof of her fourteen years of life, of hardship — finds Her cheek too. It’s almost loving, the way Danyal swipes her thumb across Her skin, her clammy fingers tucking a strand of hair behind Her ear.

An emotion sweeps across her, boiling and toiling, burning hot and consuming her whole. Thick, bubbling in her throat, curling behind her teeth and under her tongue and tinging her peripherals with spots. An overwhelming emotion.

It must be hatred, she thinks. What other feeling can encompass one so much?

When Danyal breathes out, so with it comes a name; “Layal.”

Danyal always did love the nights.

(If you ask the Mother of Monsters why she killed Danyal al Ghul, she’ll tell you it was because she loved hated her.)

[ambyandony]

just for the record i cannot fathom giorno giovannas relationship with gender hes not cis but i dont know what the fuck he is. i dont even know their pronouns half the time. had a dream she was transfem and i was very very sure of it once. do still tend to lean towards using he/they in most cases even though my giornos are ostensibly fem-presenting in style because she's just some pretty guy. i could use any pronouns for giorno and they'd all be right

[h4desian]

A small detail I didn't mention here, but I like the idea of fem!ritsu's hair growing over time

[amorremanet]

seeing a post that has interesting canon analysis and wanting to reblog it until you get to the last paragraph and just

[friendlyengie]

uuurrgghhh!!!!! anne is drinking my braincells like beer i love her sm

but 4 a real question, what's her relationship w fred and/ or radigan conagher? is she married? does she need a footrest? (/hj)

every day i wake up and i go i need to do more with those women. And then i dont and I am so sad… im glad people enjoy them despite the fact that ive kind of got them on the sidelines lately <:]

Anne’s meant to be Engineer’s mom. She n Fred have been married for quite a few decades, and still going strong! They’re like if a polite southern couple knew how to set up a heat seeking missile to shoot at you if they didn’t appreciate your table manners.

I dont think she ever interacted with Radigan that much. They’re both people of very few words, and had different work ethics that they definitely would’ve butted heads about if they ever did talk. As it was, they were probably friendly, but not particularly close.

Anne’s pretty. Simple. When it comes to her work. She finds the fancy, over-complicated stuff her husband’s side of the family (And Dell, as he got older) got into pretty… well… fancy, and over-complicated. She makes things because she likes when problems have solutions, never been a huge fan of the real ego her boys can get when they're out playing god or something. But, their business is their business and hers is hers.

[foxdies]

i love hearing ppls personal headcanons esp relating to gender and sexuality