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his FACE 🤣🤣

It will be difficult to get him back.

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my ancestors seeing me shrug off a diarrhea session

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you ever get tired of living but in a non-suicidal way

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dont hide this in the tags

horror movie protagonist running to the kitchen to grab the biggest knife off the block and honey no! amateur hour!!! you want a blade that is long but sharp and thin because: 1) less resistance when you stab the bastard and 2) harder for them to grab it away from you in a struggle (any weapon you wield can be turned against you)

in conclusion: when choosing a kitchen knife to defend against The Killer, your best bet is a fish filleting/deboning knife

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another gravity falls animation! :3 hope yall enjoy!

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If you take the time to leave in depth, praise-filled comments on my fic I hope you find $20 on the ground tomorrow. I hope the barista at your favorite coffee place makes you the most spectacular latte you have ever had. I hope you see a dozen sweet, fluffy puppies all in one afternoon and get to pet each and every one. I hope you find the perfect pair of jeans on clearance. I hope the sun shines on your precious face and all your dreams come true.

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This Broken Moment

For @rileymorph based off of this art piece of theirs:

TW: Major Character Death

Fingers marred by old memories pointed at a soaked map. “As Zelda said, all we’re here to do is look around. Don’t go after something by yourself.”

Blue adjusted his hat as the rain poured endlessly. It was cold and miserable with mud squelching at each footstep, but he’d rather not leave anything here to fester. That was if there was anything at all. If the reports were correct, they might just be exploring an empty village. “I have a bad feeling about this,” Red fidgeted with his crimson sleeve, voice quiet like when he was uncertain of himself. “A village just doesn’t…vanish in a day like this.”

“You’re probably just being affected by the weather. You’ve got your fire rod, right?” Vio asked, his voice a bit softer, but still disbelieving.

Red flinched and went silent, staring at the shadows, eyes swimming with thoughts Blue couldn’t hear. He scoffed. “’Sorry princess, the forest went down in flames so there’s no village anymore.’ Great plan, Vio.”

That didn’t get a reaction out of the red link, but it did out of Vio. “Shut up. There’s such a thing as a controlled fire.”

“Famous last words.”

“Dammit Blue, if anyone was going to start a forest fire it would be you.”

“I haven’t even touched the fire rod—“

Vio raised his eyebrow infuriatingly. “So, that one time we were fighting the—“

“You’re making that up!”

Their banter would’ve continued, as it often did, but Red thundered, “STOP!”

Red never raised his voice. Not even when they were loud and annoying each other. Not even when he was angry. A furious Red was silent, tearful and he would often avoid anyone. “Sorry,” Vio muttered, though he sounded quite confused.

Something was off, and Blue felt his gut twist unnervingly, a feeling pooling in his stomach that was hard to ignore. But he wasn’t just going to run away like a coward. Everything would be fine, despite Red’s odd mood. Green tried to lighten whatever tension had arisen and asked, “I thought maybe after we’re done with this report, we could go out of the country. All of us this time.”

Vio scowled. “I’m fine right here.”

“Yeah, just hole yourself up in your room again,” Blue rolled his eyes.

“C’mon, Vio, it’ll be fun. You can bring books with you,” Green shoved the map into his bag half-heartedly.

“Where would we even go?”

“I heard Holodrum’s known for its various troupes. Dancing, acting, music,” Green listed. “Or there’s Labrynna, which has a lot of history on display and there’s also tournaments and pretty scenery.”

“You’ve been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you? Fine,” Vio sighed. “I’ll consider it.”

“Consider it? Just answer the question, idiot.”

“A decision like this takes thought, Blue.”

“Not that much thought.”

“We’re here,” Red announced, unsheathing his blade, red ribbon brought up by the wind and flattened by the downpour.

There wasn’t anything they could see just by looking from a distance so they ventured in. They split up a little bit and Blue knocked on a door. When he received no answer he opened the door and blade at the ready, he went inside. Everything was dark and after thoroughly checking, there was no one there. There weren’t any signs of struggle, or mess or anything…just an empty, normal house. Somehow, that was worse.

He entered the rain again, huffing and raised a hand to shield his face as he headed for another home. He didn’t find any new results and when they reconvened, everyone had the same conclusion. “Why would everyone leave, without a trace? There’s not a single thing out of place except for that it’s…abandoned,” Green asked, frustrated.

“We could go search the forest around us. Maybe they fled from something and didn’t take anything with them?” Red suggested, though he seemed doubtful.

“Wait,” Vio gasped and hurried back into one of the houses, the others close behind.

“The hell are you on about there’s nothing here,” Blue huffed, though the reprieve from the cold was nice. He trusted Vio, and often when he noticed something, it was important, so his words were devoid of any venom.

“Look, there’s…a shadow that shouldn’t be there.”

There was a shadow of a person on the ground, in front of them. Green’s eyes widened. “Could they be in the Dark World?”

“That’s plausible, yes, but there has to be something behind it. In that case, where did the monster go?”

The ground shook, nearly throwing all of them off balance and a roar rumbled, violent and harsh. “You just had to say something,” Blue muttered and swung open the door.

Instead of one, large monster, there were many swarming the place. Blue blocked a blow with his sword and pulled out his hammer, grinning sharply. “Finally, a fight.”

“Don’t leave the village without alerting someone, and be on the lookout for a source,” Green shouted over the snarls and clashing of blades.

Blue danced, smashing heads with his hammer and cutting down monster after monster. His moves were quick, unpredictable sometimes, but devastating. His brothers had their own fighting styles, besides them being Link in their core. Red didn’t attack until his opponent did, in which he defended himself and then retaliated with a spin of his sword. Green fought trained, like all the knights did back at the castle. He worked with everyone, he had everyone’s back and his technique was formulaic, but still quite powerful. Then there was Vio, each move calculated, each move careful and precise. He was clever and cunning, finding some way to trick a foe and cut them down when they least expected it.

Blue ended a monster and breathed, getting tired of the constant arrival of new enemies. But there was no way he was letting them live. He looked around at his brothers once more after he was sure he cleared his area of monsters, and noticed a spear Moblin about to stab into Vio, who was busy with a ball and chain soldier. “Watch out!” Green cried.

Blue didn’t even think. Didn’t even breathe. He shoved his brother aside and watched as the spear drove into his chest, and he was knocked to the ground. He felt numb for a moment, maybe because of the adrenaline running through his veins, maybe because he was in shock. Eventually the pain came, searing and piercing. He tried to hide how much it hurt, he knew someone was going to be at his side, but scalding tears poured down his cheeks like a river. Every breath he took shot white hot pain through his chest; sitting up or standing seemed impossible.

“BLUE!”

Metal grinding against metal flooded his ears and he felt them droop, aching from the loudness of it all. Then he was shifted and he cried out. “You moron! Why would you do that!” Vio’s voice came, uncharacteristically scared.

He could feel himself slipping as he tried to say his brother’s name. “V…Vi…”

A desperate, shaky exhale. He couldn’t even finish Vio’s name, could he?

Vio’s tunic was slick with red, his eyes wide and his expression written with an anger that Blue had never seen. Not even when Shadow had felt the light and vanished. Not even when Blue touched a nerve when they were arguing. “BLUE! No, no, no—c’mon, stay with me,” Vio’s voice cracked harshly as he stared at Blue with tearful eyes.

As he wheezed and he tasted something metallic on his tongue, felt blood dribble down his chin, he felt regret course through him. He’d always take his death over any of the others but here, drenched in rain and blood, seeing the unbridled fear in Vio’s eyes…he found himself wanting to live against the odds, to stay as his brother was pleading. The pain seemed so close yet so far away, and his eyes slipped closed. He can’t string together his thoughts but there’s a burning sorrow in his fading heart. And then…

V…

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Vio can feel the blood on hands, seeping into his palms. He can feel the rain, pounding around them, droplets on his face amidst tears he can’t help but let free. Blue is dying in his arms because of him. Blue is crying in pain because of him. Blue took a hit for him, and now lost his voice, trying to say his name, trying to say his last words and failing. He begged his brother to stay, because even as he ran to get help, he knew Blue was slipping in his grasp, that the blood loss would take its toll—that the fucking stab wound in his chest that should’ve been Vio’s would take its toll. He tightened his hold, and he felt like his world had been thrown off balance. Blue coughed up blood and Vio knew it was over but he still tried, he still ran as fast as he could. “You’re such an idiot!” His voice was wavering. “P-please!”

Blue didn’t even breathe.

“Dammit!” Vio squeezed his eyes shut, and fell to his knees. “Why can’t you just use your brain for once? Fuck—you go in without a thought for your life! This isn’t fair!”

He wasn’t really angry with Blue. He hugged Blue close, and felt his wrist, his pulse there for a moment and then gone. A sob wracked his body. “Dammit. I should’ve had a fairy on me—I know you’re reckless, I know you do stupid things like this. I should’ve healed you. I should’ve protected you.”

But he was weak. He didn’t see the Moblin behind him. He didn’t protect Blue.

He didn’t get help in time.

The rain was so loud in his ears, as a deep pain flooded his senses. “Blue,” He said thickly. “I’m sorry.”

In this broken moment, Vio wiped away still tears on his brother’s face, and didn’t even hear the others beside him. He didn’t hear Red scream, he didn’t see Green drop to the ground, pale and shocked.

All he saw was Blue. 

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Having friends to bounce dumb ideas off of sometimes results in the oddest aus that i get possessed to draw. Anyways, four swords cats upon ye

And the stupid doodle that started it (theyre watching tv)

Magic cat critters

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im not really sure i have anywhere else to put this; but i need someone to know.

Im really not doing good. Ive been doing pretty poorly overall due to some health stuff, but my mental state has been deteriorating over the years and im just.. im tired. Exhausted. Ive been struggling for 7 years now, and its.. been getting worse. I moved and dont live near the two people i consider close friends anymore, so that half of my support system is only accessible through a group chat, and most of my comments have been glossed over when i try to contribute. My parents (the other half of my support system) are struggling with me - they dont say it, but i know my step dad still doesnt really know what to do with me. Mom has a seasonal job rn and is barely home, plus shes got the same type of adhd as i do - if im not right in front of her or making some kind of noise for her attention, she all but forgets i exist.

Ive been living in daydreams and fanfics for months now. I feel like i get more support vicariously from reading about my fav characters getting help than i do from the people supposedly helping me irl, and im so tired.

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... I end up in the hospital and take a day off afterwards to focus on recovery, and suddenly the fandoms full of Evil Links? Wtf happened?

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went to the er for some stuff and they ended up putting me on ativan to calm me down and hoo boi i think they gave me twuce what i used to take a few years back cuz its like my limbs are frozen in place while simultaneously shooting forward wverythine i move

Then theres my eyes which only seem capable of seeibg into the 5th dimension at the monent. Or 4th. Iunno , its earth but LEFT

Im gonna go take a freiends advice and emulate a rock for the next however many hours and just zzzzzzzzzzzZzzzZzzz

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What do you think the neighbouring countries think of Hyrule? Like aha damn girl, you’re stuck in an eternal fight of good and evil? Can we export you potatoes at least?

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