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skyloftian-nutcase · 18 days

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It was supposed to have been a relaxing family trip. Zelda had promised a place for them to stay in Castle Town, and they would have had the opportunity to just see the city and not worry about selling anything or doing knightly duties.

Malon should have known better. As much as Link preferred his domestic life, adventure always seemed to find him… and he was all too eager to answer the call.

She didn’t mind going on an adventure with him, honestly. She’d kind of always wanted to. What she hadn’t wanted, though, was to drag their daughter into it as well.

Their journey to Castle Town had been interrupted by beasts, rerouting them towards the forest to the south, near Lake Hylia. It was adjacent to the Lost Woods, and Link claimed it was mostly safe - at the very least it was safer than being exposed in Hyrule Field. He hadn’t wanted to engage out in the open with Malon and Navi so vulnerable, so this had been the next best thing.

The only issue was that Link was injured. And ill on top of it - he’d been coming down with something but had insisted on the family still going to Castle Town, outwitting Malon’s arguments by saying Well this is a vacation, darling, it’ll be restful!

Sighing, Malon leaned against a tree, her daughter nestled safely in her arms. Restful was not the word she’d use for this.

“We outran them,” Link noted as he watched behind them, pacing. With each step he took he faltered, steadily developing a limp.

“Honey, you can’t fight like this,” Malon said worriedly. “We should just stay here until they go away.”

“They might try to look for us,” Link argued. “Besides, the woods aren’t the safest either. It’s just that nothing’s going to go out of its way to attack us. But we can’t stay here.”

“You’re hurt,” Malon reiterated, pointing to the blood on his leg. She’d already wrapped the wound, insisting on taking care of it as soon as possible, but that didn’t mean it was all better now. She really wished they’d packed some milk - of all the times for them to be lacking their own product!

Link sighed heavily, sitting on the forest floor. His brow was furrowed deeply, holding that scowl he used to when worries plagued his mind. Malon reached over to put a reassuring hand on his shoulder, but to be honest she wasn’t much less anxious. This entire situation was a disaster, and she was frankly starting to get scared.

Link watched her a moment and then looked down. He was definitely deliberating something specific now, based on the way his eyes moved back and forth, one argument clashing with another in some kind of internal debate.

“What is it?” Malon asked.

“Nothing,” Link answered, shaking his head. “Can you do me a favor?”

Malon perked up in an instant, eager to help. “Of course, darling.”

“Can you help me get this boot off?”

Malon glanced at his injured leg and nodded. First, she looped a sling around her to let Navi rest while freeing her arms up. As she bent down to gingerly assist Link, suspicion tickled at the back of her brain. Link rarely asked for help - the man triaged himself by situation, not injury. Out in the field he would write off a broken bone as an inconvenience, but in the safety of their home a cold was the deadliest disease on earth.

But this situation wasn’t safe. Why was he suddenly so compliant? What was he up to?

Malon was about to ask as she reached for the boot, when a bright light flashed, warmth filled the air, and Link jerked with a muffled yell. Malon gasped, rising to her feet and grabbing the nearest stick as a weapon, eyes wide as she looked for whatever had hurt her husband, when—

When two glowing eyes looked back at her.

Malon stared. And then it clicked. “What are you doing out here?! Why, that idiotic husband of mine, take that off right now and I’ll punch him myself—“

The Fierce Deity hastily stood, taking three steps back as Malon charged at him. “This wasn’t of my volition.”

“You both know that mask hurts him, why is he putting it on when he’s sick and injured already—“

Navi burst into tears, upset by the racket. Malon paused from her tirade only due to such desperate circumstances, shushing her daughter and rocking her gently while glaring daggers at the deity.

“Perhaps he didn’t think he could protect you in his current state,” Fierce offered.

“That’s ridiculous!” Malon denied even as her mind screamed in agreement with Fierce. She herself had just been saying it.

But—but—oh, that husband of hers! He was getting the lecture of his life when he took that mask off!

A twig nearby snapped, and the deity had his blade out in an instant. Malon tried to calm Navi, who was still greatly perturbed, and she let the mythical being take the lead. He quickly rooted out the source of the noise. Malon had to admit she certainly felt safe watching the demigod dispatch the beasts with so much ease it might as well have been a joke.

When the danger had passed, she quietly asked, “Can you even feel the injury he had?”

The Fierce Deity glanced at her, and he tested the affected extremity. “A little, yes. I know he hurt it.”

“Things just… don’t hurt you, do they?” Malon huffed, marveling a little at it. Perhaps that was why Link had chosen to let him take over - nothing could slow him down.

The deity blinked, head tilting down as if he were considering it. “They do.”

He didn’t elaborate, and somehow that made the words all the heavier. Malon watched him a moment in silence, Navi finally calm in her arms. Then she sighed, finding a fallen tree to sit on, and she pat the space beside her invitingly. As she waited for the deity to approach, she started humming Epona’s song while rocking Navi back and forth.

Fierce slowly made his way over to her, sitting with such care it was as if he was approaching a frightened animal. Malon didn’t think too much into it - she knew his focus was on her daughter. She continued to sway gently, beaming down at her baby girl. Navi was calm, resting once more. Not for the first time, Malon had to marvel at the little one. She was perfect and beautiful.

And now she was safe.

Sighing, Malon said quietly. “Thank you.”

Fierce smiled softly. “Protection is my sworn duty. But more than duty, it is always a pleasure to protect Link’s family.”

Malon mirrored his smile, resuming her humming for a little while. Eventually, the deity commented, “She’s gotten bigger since you showed her to me.”

“That was six months ago,” Malon giggled. “Of course she’s gotten bigger.”

“I… do not know how quickly mortals grow,” Fierce noted a little uncertainly. “I've ascertained that the little Hero's journey wasn't exactly traditional. How long will she be this helpless?”

“Don’t you worry about her,” Malon chided gently with a chuckle. She knew that concerned tone and expression anywhere - it was still her husband’s face, even if the mask’s magic distorted it to share the deity's spirit. The two worried all the same. It was honestly kind of cute. “Link and I can take care of her.”

The deity continued to watch her daughter, face softening.

“Now don’t you tell me you don’t think we’re up to the task,” Malon teased, elbowing him.

He straightened a little, a smile pulling at his lips. “I remember little of my time before this mask, but I do recall that a mother’s love and protection is far fiercer than I could ever be.”

Malon felt a swell of pride in her chest, and she giggled. “Aw honey, look at you buttering me up. That won’t save you.”

Fierce blinked. “From what?”

“From eating,” Malon insisted, pulling out some biscuits that had been wrapped up for the journey. “Link needs it, and you don’t get to eat that much. My daddy always said my cookin’ was fit for a god, so I guess it’s time to test that.”

She actually managed to pull a laugh out of Fierce with that one, and it filled the air with mirth and magic. Malon felt like she'd just accomplished some grand quest like Link did on his journeys, and she laughed with him. Fierce eventually took the biscuits, sniffing them hesitantly.

Malon raised an eyebrow at him, but the gesture was lost upon the mysterious being. He took a laughably small bite, testing it, and then sighed, closing his eyes.

"You alright?" Malon asked quietly, trying to parse out the gesture. In most it would be a sign of appreciation, but Fierce's mannerisms didn't always match the norm.

"Six months," the deity said quietly before taking another bite. "It's such a short time."

"It certainly has flown by," Malon muttered, looking down at her baby. Navi had grown so much. She wanted nothing more than for time to stop. It was pretty ironic considering who she was married to. But his magic over time, as fantastical as it was, would be a curse in this situation. No, Malon didn't want to live the same days over and over as she herself grew old. She just wanted to cherish the time she had as much as possible.

Some days she did wish she could slow it down, though.

She kissed her daughter's soft head, taking in the scent of her skin, so new and unblemished, naïve to the worries lines her parents bore. Navi was her entire world, and she couldn't imagine it any other way.

"I suppose mortals do grow up quite quickly."

Malon nuzzled her baby girl a little more before looking up at the deity. He seemed very sad and alone all of a sudden, biscuit forgotten in his hand as it rested on his lap.

"Oh honey," she cooed gently, shifting closer to him. "All that means is we treasure what we do have."

Fierce watched her, his brow heavy over his eyes, a weight pushing on his shoulders. Malon tried reading into it, trying to figure out what was leaving the sweet mysterious man so perturbed. She supposed it was fairly obvious, though.

He would outlive them all. They both knew it. But that didn't mean—

Oh.

He didn't think he would have a chance to treasure such moments. How could he? He was locked away in a mask, only touching reality when worn. And Link had no reason to wear it.

Well, that just wouldn't do. They had to figure something out. Malon didn't wish the pain of that mask on her husband, but she didn't wish the loneliness of its imprisonment on Fierce.

"We have right now," she reasoned, trying to give him the most sincere smile she could. "Come on, love. Take your armor off and relax. As long as you're eating and resting, I reckon it'll be okay for a little bit, at least."

"You three were going somewhere," Fierce noted. "I should clear the road and escort you there safely."

"Maybe so," Malon replied. "But you're going to finish eating first."

He complied, finishing the biscuit before being handed another. After having several snacks from the provisions the family had packed, Malon and Fierce rose together. His gaze seemed to settle on Navi, and Malon held her out carefully, nodding in encouragement to the tall being.

Gently, oh so gently, Fierce took the baby in his arms. Instinctively, he swayed on his feet, eyes never leaving her face. Malon's heart warmed at the sight of it.

“Sometimes, I just wonder,” Malon remarked as she watched him. “You’re so… compassionate, and kind. They claim you're a war god, but you're really not. You love children so much. Surely… I think you might’ve had some, you know? Back then and all.”

Fierce watched her in silence before he tilted his head to the side with a smile, returning Navi to her mother. “I do have children.”

Malon jumped, surprised. “You do?”

“Yes,” the deity hummed quietly, a deep, rumbling sound that was nearly akin to purring. “And I’m very proud of both you.”

The words settled over her a moment before sinking in, and she knew she had to look like a deer caught in lantern light. The deity’s smile grew, almost as if teasing, but she knew he was being genuine. And she… felt almost at a loss for words by it. Her throat tightened a hair before she laughed, stepping towards him and pulling him into a hug. “Oh, you. You’re just as bad as Link.”

The Fierce Deity stood there stiffly a moment, clearly caught off guard by the contact, but slowly, he settled into the embrace. His hands were warm on Malon’s back as he pulled her closer, careful not to hurt Navi between them. His breath warmed her hair at the top of her head, and Malon nuzzled against his chest a little.

Silence hung amicably in the air, a pleasant comfort and warmth like a hearth ablaze with a cheery fire. Slowly, fairies came out of hiding, dancing and twinkling in the shadows and bringing a glow to the forest like the pink hues of a sunrise.

The supposed god of war knew peace, and Malon held this moment in her heart forevermore.

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echosong971 · 7 months

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ur eugenie x pino art is so mesmerizing 2 me... just sharing but idt i really ship anybody with pinocchio in the game (Except Myself but that is probably a given, shipping themselves w him and all, for most of the fandom LOL) but eugenie is so cute and pretty and pinocchio is also cute and pretty and i also think they should be cute and pretty together 🫶 love ur art of them and i hope i get to see more!

aww thank you!! you're so sweet! ☺️♥️

they DO deserve to be cute and pretty together!!!

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sysig · 5 months

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Utterly Defeated (Patreon)

#Doodles #SCII #Helix #<Sticking to my tag so they're all together ♥#Dexter Favin #Max Vyer #But really that's ZEX in there! What's left of him anyway ;;#ZEX #Hhhhhhh it was so goooood and saaaaad <3 <3 #Helix is a tragedy - on repeat in my mind ad infinitum #I made most of these upon initially reading - and then I had to sit on them through all of October!! Can you imagine the impatience??#I've been absolutely chomping at the bit for these hhhhh feelings!!! So many!!! Max's eyes and ZEX being behind his single remaining ;;#Dex wanting him to be safe and knowing he used to and now he can't offer it anymore I jifdsahfdjsaf #Have I mentioned I love them lately I love them <3 <3 All of them! Dex and Max and ZEX! And DAX I'm sure ZEX misses him so badly #In a way it was good that I had a bit more time to set it down and come back - I reread it very recently hehe <3 #I still get teary at some scenes ah </3 It's so beautifully sad #But it also gave me some time to finish ZEX starting to shape the word ''Max'' and then back off it ahhhh it hurts!!#The rest were at least all lined at the time - came back in to tone some recently but they were all ''finished'' October 1st ah #Especially of Dex waking ZEX to call him by his title hhh they both just want peace so badly but it looks so different to both of them #Lingering on his scar and then carding through his hair <3 Comfort and softness and it's all not enough #His scar is quite fun to draw as well ah - scars tend to be like that haha ♪ The stitches and discolouration give it a unique look!#And the way his hair pulls back from it ah #I had a lot of fun with his hair hiding his bandaged eye as well - just barely peeking out always just enough of a reminder #And all his lying-down poses - his hair is fun to pose like that as well #One of the original Landel doodles of ZEX talking about what Hell would look like for a VUX really struck me as well #Dex can't help him in so many ways ehn </3 He wants to! But he wants Max and he just can't have him anymore #Hhhh it was such a good read <3 <3 <3 Thank you again to Zarla it really made and still makes me happy to read it ahhh ♥♪#Now that I've (finally!) gotten my thoughts out I can read the other!! Yay!!

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jamespottersmixtape · 5 months

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rosekiller microfic: goldilocks 1,632 words

a bit of soft rosekiller!! this is inspired by @myrows rosekiller art which you can find here! it made me want to weep a little when I first saw it, so naturally I had to write something haha :) ngl this has been sitting in my drafts for a while and it's by no means perfect but enjoy!! <3

Barty has always cherished quiet nights at Hogwarts.

When the chatter in the halls finally dies down enough for his thoughts to come back to him and homework has been carelessly tossed aside to save for tomorrow.

There’s a sense of serenity to it all that Barty rarely finds elsewhere. A break that he craves most at the end of a particularly stressful day.

Sixth year courses have been—to put it lightly, beating his ass—no matter how well he does. Today, it had taken him ten tries to get the nonverbal spell to work in Transfiguration. Ten.

Usually Barty needs no more than six tries for complicated spells, less than that for complex potions. Disregarding that he still did it faster than over half the class, now he’s just fucking tired.

He groans and shoves his schoolbag off the bed, letting it hit the floor with a soft thud, then flops backwards dramatically onto his pillows. The dorm room is dim, save for a few small candles on his bedside table. Cloaked in various shadows that dance around the room from the flickering flame.

Barty closes his eyes, taking a spare second to just breathe. There’s the soft white noise of the shower running in the background—Evan is taking forever, as usual—and sometimes Barty imagines he can hear the push and pull of the black lake against their walls. Lack of windows be damned.

It isn’t long before the water shuts off, and Barty feels the smallest smile tug at the corners of his mouth. It’s just the two of them for now, Regulus off doing god knows what at this hour. So naturally, a lot of built up restraint is needed for Barty not to rip open the bathroom door. To go and take in the sight of a freshly showered Evan and gather him in his arms before he can be stopped.

He’s been in there for less than thirty minutes but fuck it, Barty misses him.

Grumbling, he goes to change into the first clothes he can find. Settling for some years old joggers and a loose tank top, the soft fabric already making him drowsy.

The bathroom door creaks open and his head snaps up, immediately catching Evan’s eye. Barty really can’t help it when his heart skips a beat.

Evan raises his eyebrows, chuckling when Barty takes no subtlety in checking him out. His hair is dry, most likely done by magic. A thin blue t-shirt hangs off his shorter frame and each step taken towards Barty casts golden shadows over his skin.

Looking like everything warm and comfortable; the smell of his shampoo in the air so familiar that it hurts.

Barty’s smirk is wicked when he tugs Evan by his shirt into a light kiss. He makes a startled noise but melts into Barty’s touch regardless, fingers cupping his chin. The kiss is short but effective in making Barty’s head go all fuzzy.

“What happened to hello?” Evan asks when they pull apart—though not very far—now standing chest to chest. Evan’s bare feet fit in between his socked ones.

Barty makes sure to slather his words in extra charm, grinning. “Hello, gorgeous.”

“Wow, smooth talker,” Evan deadpans.

“You know you love it, Goldilocks.”

Barty takes a blonde strand between two fingers, tugging lightly at the end and earning him a deep scowl.

“I told you that nickname is stupid.” Evan rolls his eyes but Barty catches the blush high on his cheekbones. A light dusting of pinks and reds that work to compliment his freckles. Barty pokes him on one cheek.

“And I told you I don’t care.”

“Brat.”

Barty hums noncommittally, threading their fingers together. Warmth settles in his chest from the steady weight of Evan’s hand.

He leads Evan past the emerald green curtains of his bed and down onto the soft mattress. It’s a routine they’ve created over the last few months, and every time Barty wraps the covers around them it becomes harder and harder to let Evan slip back into his own bed. Something about having him in his arms means a night free of restless tossing and turning.

They lie facing each other for a few minutes, minimal space between them and their heads resting on one pillow. Quiet voices and even quieter laughs, a sacred bubble that neither of them dare to pop.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Barty laughs, his voice barely above a whisper. “You told Cresswell what?”

Evan frowns, a crease forming between his eyebrows. “I told him…that if he feels the need to keep staring at you in class then maybe I should tape his fucking eyes open. You know, that way he wouldn’t miss it when I inevitably snog you right in front of him.”

“Evan!” Barty can’t help it, his laugh is loud when it bursts from his chest.

“Well, maybe I left out that last bit…”

It takes him a minute before his laughter dies down, the quiet settling back in. “You jealous?” Barty teases, raising an eyebrow.

Evan purses his lips. “No.”

Barty stares at him knowingly.

Silence.

Evan averts his eyes.

“Mhm sure, come here.”

He drags Evan in by his waist, the pair of them fumbling around until Evan’s head relaxes in the crook of Barty’s neck and his forearm rests over his chest. Their sides pressed together, Barty smiles—fully content now.

Wordlessly, Barty ghosts his hand over the warm skin, relishing in the way Evan shivers from the cold metal of the ring on his middle finger.

There’s silence for a few minutes. Evan’s hair brushes the side of his face and his warm breath fans across his chest, their hearts only slightly out of sync as they beat so close together.

It’s a lot for Barty to take in sometimes—the whole idea of them. Having someone so delicate, yet so utterly untouchable, be his. If anyone took the time to ask him, though, he wouldn’t change it for the world.

Barty knows Evan’s eyes are closed, can see the shadow of his eyelashes. He takes the opportunity to trace over his freckles; a messy constellation that follows the high points of his cheeks, crosses sporadically over the bridge of his nose.

Evan scrunches his face up, which should not be so endearing. “That tickles.”

Barty turns his head, placing the quickest of kisses atop of Evan’s forehead, debating whether or not he should just give in and lick the side of his face. Then ultimately deciding against it—Evan did just take a shower—he’ll be nice for once.

“I wasn’t jealous. I don’t get jealous,” Evan mumbles, his voice lulled and tired sounding.

“Of course not, Ev.” Barty resists rolling his eyes, Evan can’t see his face anyway.

“Besides,” Barty continues, “If you were jealous, I don’t mind you threatening people for me…it’s kinda hot.”

Evan smacks him lightly across the chest, but snuggles deeper against his shoulder. Which definitely does not do a weird flippy thing to Barty’s stomach. Nope, not at all.

“Mm okay,” Evan yawns. Which, Barty can’t blame him. Exhaustion is slowly taking over his body the longer they lie here. At this point all he wants to do is blow out the candles and fall asleep. Keep Evan next to him the whole night.

“Hey Goldilocks.”

“Mhm…” Evan must be too tired to even rebuke the nickname.

“Reg is going to freak out if he finds you here in my bed.”

Evan huffs, not very different from a petulant child. He makes no move to get up or even open his eyes. “I don’t care.”

This time Barty can’t hold back his yawn. He shuts his eyes and allows his body to sink further into the bed. Further into Evan. “Maybe we can tell Potter how madly in love with him Reg is. Then they can finally leave us alone.”

“Payback,” Evan snorts.

They both fall asleep without really meaning to. Tangled limbs beneath the covers and hands that aren’t inclined to let go. As his mind quiets down, something in Barty feels settled. A puzzle piece slotting into place after searching and searching for the edge that matches. Evan tends to have that effect on him, he’s come to notice.

All is quiet for a while, the whole school in a coinciding state of slumber. A time when portraits snore softly and only ghosts roam the halls, the usual lively presence of magic at bay for now.

But not even thirty minutes later they’re awoken with a loud thud and a significantly darker room—Barty had blown the candles out after all—just in case.

“Lumos,” someone whispers.

Regulus stands at the end of Barty’s bed, hands on his hips and a look of annoyance on his face. His wand is now lit and shining far too bright for Barty’s liking.

“What the fuck, Reg?” he asks groggily. Evan groans beside him and tries to hide his face.

“Not my fault I tripped over your fucking books, Barty,” Regulus hisses. “And you guys are gross. You said no PDA in the dorm.”

Barty squints and gestures for him to lower his wand. Regulus does so slowly. “Yeah, well I’m a fucking liar. Let us sleep.”

It’s with a lot of grumbling and a sharp glare that Regulus turns and stalks to his side of the room. When he shuts himself in the bathroom Barty reaches for his own wand and spells his curtains closed.

He has Evan back in his arms in no time, steady and real and here. Absolutely not going anywhere, if Barty has a say in it. His fingers resume their path over his arm, tracing nonsensical shapes that neither can decipher. Before they both drift off again a thought pops into Barty’s head.

“We are definitely getting him back for this.”

#ahhhh another microfic i missed them #this is silly and self indulgent but i love them sm #so soft i'm kinda dying #shoutout to evan's freckles for being the sole inspo #and myro's lovely lovely art ofc #rosekiller #rosekiller microfic #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #barty x evan #evan x barty #rat's silly microfics

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ghostlypanda · 2 years

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reasons to watch rise: "wait... why did i just... change? what are we even dressing up for?"

please support rise of the tmnt by watching the show and movie over on netflix!! 🙏💙

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise ep the clothes don't make the turtle #rise raph #rise leo #rise donnie #rise mikey #i ADORE THIS EP SM ❤️#i love watching leo's part because he literally does the risky business dance scene and makes them all laugh and it's so cute 🥺#raph looking SO GOOD #and mikey 🔥🔥🔥 he looks GREAT in that jacket ahhhh #wish we'd gotten one with donnie being the dance nerd he is trying on clothes too but we do get his montage a bit later at least #damn that song gets stuck in your head doesn't it #HOLY TRUFFLE MAC AND CHEESE #i'm gonna need like an hour long extension for this ep pls and ty

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snucius · 1 year

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TW: JAMES POTTER!

I made this with my bare hands and I'm fucking proud of it!

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mintjeru · 5 months

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plave in tiny

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#plave #yejun #noah #bamby #eunho #hamin #kpop #forgive me for having biases rn i swear i'll love them all equally when i get to know everyone well enough #so. i fell for yejun bc of the horror game streams. saw highlights of the one w/ bamby and the one w/ hamin #like yeah i'm terrible w/ horror too but yejun reacts so cutely help i would protect him with my life #also he has such a comforting voice especially when he sings #anyway. caught up on all the official videos on their youtube so i've switched to checking channels that sub their lives #after that i'll go into watching their vods whether or not they're subbed #which reminds me i need to actually watch all the b.ts w.everse lives i have stockpiled ahhhh #the highlights of the streams are so funny though lol i've been smiling and laughing often these days thanks to them #i've fallen in and have long since lost sight of the exit but at this point do i really want to leave??#tldr. stan plave for a better life

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kitkatwinchester · 1 year

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HAVE I MENTIONED THAT I LOVE SCOTT AND STILES?!

LITERALLY THE BEST BEST FRIENDS EVER!!!

I have seen SO many shows with SO many best friends that I LOVE, and NONE OF THEM hold a candle to Scott and Stiles.

NONE OF THEM!!!

THESE TWO I CANNOT!!

Okay first of all, the parallels to previous episodes in this episode are AMAZING!

The door creaking brings me right back to when they had to do that in hospital, and they both cringed in the same way, and they both rushed through it and then shut it quickly behind them in the same way that they did before, and I just...I LOVE IT!

And the entire sequence with the dog OMG.

The way they both just freeze, and the way Stiles, like, hides the toy, as if that's gonna do anything.

Stiles telling him to be the Alpha.

Scott saying that he can't control the transformation.

Stiles telling him to think of something.

Scott deciding on "nice doggy".

Followed by the MOST judgmental look from Stiles of "you're kidding me, right?"

OMG I was laughing so hard. I love these two so much.

And THEN, on the EMOTIONAL side, when Scott finds out that his dad is trying to get Stiles' dad fired, and he just LOSES it.

Literally.

Like, almost transforms in front of his dad loses it (side note: we freaking love Melissa. Mom of the year, picking up on her son's struggle to control it and helping him be his own anchor so that he could--also PROUD OF YOU SCOTT! GOOD JOB BABY! <3).

All to PROTECT HIS BEST FRIEND!!

I LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH!!

AND THEN!!

Scott.

Barging into Stiles' room.

To say.

That his dad won't be taking Stiles' dad down any time soon.

Not if he can help it.

And how does he do that?

"We're gonna find a body. A dead body."

THE PARALLELS!!

JUST LIKE THE FIRST EPISODE!!

I F*CKING LOVE THESE TWO SO MUCH I WILL NEVER BE OVER THEM!!

NEVER EVER EVER!!!

I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM I LOVE THEM!! <3 <3 <3

(As an aside, I was about to be really mad at Isaac for lying straight to Allison's face by saying that Scott was okay with it when he clearly is NOT (Yet. He will be eventually, though, I'm sure.), but then I realized it was a nightmare, and honestly, that's almost worse.)

ANYWAYS HERE'S MY FAVORITE FRIENDSHIP IN THE HISTORY OF TELEVISION!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

(I couldn't find any particularly adorable gifs from this episode, but this'll work. <3 <3 <3 <3)

Update: The way Stiles says "Sorry, buddy" whenever he messes something up and it affects Scott (the tripwire in...Season 2(?), and just now with the jumping at the coyote howl and making him drop his phone lol) is literally the cutest and most wholesome thing. HAVE I MENTIONED THAT I LOVE THEM?! <3 <3 <3 <3

Update Part 2: HAHAHAHA! The way Scott jumps down all gracefully to get his phone, and then Stiles, like, stumbles his way down the hill and almost falls, but then just stands there with his hand on his hip and this little smirk like "nailed it". STOP I CAN'T WITH THEM! XD XD <3 <3

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pinkalmondcake · 2 months

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I'm kinda wondering if I should make this like an everything blog now...because I'm not sure if I'm going to continue writing oneshots but I do know that I'm working on my Dragon's Tear fanfic and my original novel so it's quite a bit!! 👀

Plus I've been back into the old anime side of things again and taking a bit of a break on drawing as well!

I'll see how I feel but I got through some asks a few days ago and I'll continue on doing so over the period! 🥰💖✨

Thank you for being patient with me😭😭

BUT ALSO, I'M HEAVILY INTO VAMPIRE HUNTER D NOVELS!! Hence my posts on bloodlust which is like one of the most beautiful animes I've watched, Charlotte's and Meier's love story broke my heart😭🦇💔

#almondspeaks #I've had a lot on my mind and I'm not too heavy into the LU side of things because I mainly love the games for itself #🥹🥹💖#but I saw how much you loved the bots and Time was the main reason I got invested into it! But other than that #I don't really keep up with the comic anymore wozkwooswkd but I love the games!! 😫😫✨#BUT PLEASE CONTINUE ON SHARING ME YOUR LU SHENANIGAN TALES #AHHHH I READ THEM ALL ALREADY!! but I havent had the time to fully respond!😓

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Find the word !

Tagged by @ceph-the-ghost-writer ! Thank you :D

Tagging : @isabellebissonrouthier, @tales-from-nocturnaliss, @queerlilchinchin, @jezifster and open tag ! If you feel like doing this game, do it !

Words I was given : Borrow, Beg, Steal, Manage.

Words I'm giving you : Spiral, Sheer, Cold, Fur.

As usual, I'll be picking around in all of my files, because I'm Like That, and I'll be adding at the end of each passage where they're from.

BORROW

"The wizard turned again to his own work, trying not to stare at the other too much.

This continued for a few days, generally for some hours in the morning, and a few in the afternoons. With permission, he borrowed some books, stating that he’d rather be able to work elsewhere as well. What the prince was doing when not in the wizard’s tower was a mystery, and Velial certainly didn’t want to know. It was almost a week after he started reading, when he was done with the books, that Maran started asking questions." – How the wizard got a lizard

BEG

"He trembled when the sword moved, held by hands he could not see, and begged when it brushed over his chest. The bloody, deformed wolven face drew closer to his, spit and icy water and blood dripping down, the blurry, blue eyes unable to give him a single clue about whether this creature could feel anything.

– Beg again, General, said a voice he had not thought he would ever hear again. Beg and maybe I will consider freeing you.

His own words, thrown back at him a thousand years later. His words that he knew had been lies back then, that he knew were lies now, but he begged anyway. The wolf’s half open mouth twitched, grinned, a nightmare of teeth and cold, and let out a laugh, garbled parody of warmth and humanity. His ears hurt, icy pressure building up, until the sword plunged into his chest, narrowly missing his heart, filling his lungs with blood." – Winter's Rage

STEAL

...surprisingly, none, in any of the WIP files I have. I'll just give you two different ones for "manage" because I have like. A LOT of instances. lmfao

MANAGE

"Anne struggled a little, coughing up some dirt to try to reply something. It tasted bad.

– Aw, you want to defend yourself ?

– What the fuck, she managed to spit out.

Her speech was completely garbled by the dust, but it seemed like Atropa understood anyway." – Meet Cute :3 (Anne/Atropa) [yes that's literally the file's name.]

"How long had it been there, waiting ? How many hours had she devoted to actually doing something useful for both of them while he was useless in his tower, failing over and over at making spells of his own that did not even manage to dampen the effects of the Emperor’s powers ? How easy was it, after replicating the strings, to figure out how the rest of the puppeteering worked, to stop possession from happening ?" – A Realization

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