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tummysmoocher · 1 year
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Big man. Strong arms. Tall. Soft tummy. Thighs. Thighs. Thighs. Tummy. Dhbfbnfnjfjdnn.
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nicki0kaye · 5 months
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'Legend of Zelda' meets 'Pride and Prejudice' with just a dash of 'the Scarlet Pimpernel' to excuse Sheik doing Undercover Spy Things
also please enjoy that Ganon's hat is roughly the size as Link's entire torso, bc I sure as heck do
>You can find the sketch stages here<
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ghouljams · 4 months
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Spare Warmth Rating: G tags: Hesh x reader, established relationship, snowed in(sort of), Hesh being handy, domestic fluff Summary: You and Hesh take a trip up north to enjoy the ice and snow, everything is perfect. Except that your rental is a little... colder than you expected.
There's a little cabin in a wide dense forest, just butting against a lake. Snow covers the roof and sticks to the needles of the ever green trees that surround it. It's cozy, but old and a little run down. Still, it's beautiful, picturesque in a way you only see in paintings. When you got here yesterday you couldn't believe your eyes, couldn't fathom that somewhere like this existed outside of your imagination. The frozen lake sparkled in the blinding sunlight, and your breath puffed excitedly in front of you. Hesh had pulled your knit cap further down over your ears and tugged you inside to get the place warmed up.
It's funny, he grew up in California, moved to Texas after his military career, he's never really known the cold. So why he wanted to go north and see the snow for Christmas was beyond you. If anything the man should be avoiding the cold at all costs, but it's sort of sweet. Just the two of you, playing house.
You wake up to thick, heavy, arms holding you close and Hesh snuggled against your back. The little cabin you rented is just on the wrong side of chilly, and your nose is cold where it sticks out over the quilts. You wiggle back down under the blankets, back against Hesh who only hums and hugs you tighter. You tug the blanket up over your ears and enjoy the trapped heat of your bodies. Until Hesh pulls away to scratch his nose and a rush of cold hits you. You shiver and curl a little closer in on yourself.
"Fuck it's cold," Hesh grumbles, turning to grab his phone and check the temperature outside. You're honestly more worried about the temperature inside, but you suppose one informs the other. Hesh lets out a low whistle and turns back to you so you can get a look at the screen. Minus 15(-26 C). Ouch.
Hesh tosses the quilts aside as he gets up and you yelp at the frigid air. He laughs and tucks you back in nice and snug, kissing your forehead with a gentle apology. "Gonna check that the heat's on, be right back." He tells you.
"Take a jacket," You mumble from under the blankets. He kisses you again, properly this time, when you tip your head back and pucker your lips. His skin is already starting to get cold. "And hurry back," You smile when he pulls away.
"Always." He promises.
You sneak your phone under the covers as he leaves the room, your warm fingers scrolling over the cold screen. You stretch your legs out into the cold part of the sheets and then pull them back to the warmth. You can hear Hesh fussing about in the little living area at the front of the cabin, muttering to himself in the silence before you hear the click of the front door.
The front door? You sit up in bed, almost immediately shiver against the cold of the room. Fucking hell it's freezing in here. You tug the quilts around your shoulders, wrap yourself up in the warmth as best you can. The snow outside the window seems impossibly deep and cold, not the sort of weather your man should be going out in.
You fish around over the side of the bed for a pair of socks and carefully slip out with your blanket cape. You pad into the living area and see Hesh tramping around past one of the big windows. He's got his coat and hat, warming his fingers against his mouth as he kicks snow by the cabin wall. You settle on the couch to wait, and grab an extra flannel blanket just for the trouble of getting out of bed.
There's a lot of banging going on outside, and at one point Hesh disappears, only to reappear looking significantly dirtier. His hands have black on them when he makes his way back inside. He spots you on the couch and grabs his leather gloves off the kitchen table, a little sheepishly.
"Furnace is out of oil," He tugs his gloves on, flexes his fingers, "I'm gonna grab some wood for a fire, then head to the gas station."
"You want me to put a kettle on?" You offer. He gives you a grateful glance.
"Coffee, you know how I take it."
You nod and hop off the couch to start your kitchen prep. You might as well make something warm while you're up. No sense in being cold and hungry when you can help it. You tap an egg against the cast iron pan you'd found, grateful the furnace didn't seem to impact the gas stove. It takes maybe 15 minutes for you to get a decent breakfast together, and Hesh still isn't back yet. You frown, glancing out the window, and decide to brave the cold(just a little) to find him.
You tug on your boots and shuffle out the door. The snow crunches wonderfully under your feet, and you follow Hesh's footprints around the house, careful to keep your blanket from dragging in the snow. It's definitely worse out here than inside, but not by much. You hear the thunk of an ax as you turn the corner to the back of the house. Hesh looks up from the thick stump his ax is lodged in and a smile splits his face.
"Look'it you," He laughs, grabbing the split wood on either side of his ax. "Here, make yourself useful baby," He holds the wood out to you and you hurry forward to grab it, picking up the bucket he offers you as well. It looks like plenty for a fire, it's certainly heavy enough. Hesh tugs the ax free and follows after you back to the front door. You wonder where he found that thing.
"There's breakfast," You let him know, shaking off some of the snow clinging to your boots as you walk up onto the little porch, "eat while I get the fire started." Hesh shakes his head but beelines for the kitchen as you haul the wood over to the little wood stove in the corner of the living room.
It's easy busy work feeding wood and kindling into the little iron mouth of the stove, striking a match and making sure the flame catches before stuffing your starter in with the rest of the mess. Fires are easy, you're good with fire. You still sit in front of the open door to make sure that the fire actually catches on the wood Hesh broke up before closing the stove up. Amazing how quickly that little thing can heat up the room.
You glance over your shoulder to find Hesh watching you. His eyes sparkle over the rim of his coffee mug, absolutely smitten with you. Another man might complain about the heat going out, or being forced to fix it on his vacation, but not him. It's nothing worse than he's dealt with in the military, and you're here.
He sets his mug down on the table and comes over to kiss you. You tip your head back, not bothering to get up off the floor as he leans down to meet your eager lips. He's wonderfully warm from the coffee, and you can taste its bitterness when his tongue slides against yours. You can weather any storm as long as Hesh is here with you. What's a busted furnace up against the two of you?
You still call the rental people when Hesh leaves, you doubt one canister of gas is enough for the furnace and you'd rather not go the rest of the week without heat. You might not notice the cold when you're wrapped up in your partner's arms, but you certainly notice it when he leaves. You can't spend all week being held, or- no, no you should get the heat on. Then you can just... turn it off as needed.
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ladyluscinia · 4 months
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I want to lock David Jenkins in a room and interrogate him on what he thinks is going on with the genre of his show, like, from a creative perspective. I'm looking at a puzzle made of offhand interview comments and marketing buzzwords and two seasons that feel like they have wildly different priorities and I want to understand how he is envisioning all these pieces fitting together? If only because the answer must be fascinating.
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Romance is actually kinda boring??? Come back to me when you write a story about falling in love with your environment, when you notice that the green grass makes you smile just a bit better, when the sunset makes you moved to create something that you can’t describe but utterly inspires you, when you help raise a plant from a seed and you feel so proud of yourself and the plant for managing to grow it and for growing.
That’s what I’d like to see.
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boombaux · 3 months
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source under the cut
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jaw-bones · 9 months
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—dr. montgomery you missed a spot 🪶🩸✨
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unrelated to gender my other hot take of the day is that "new england" seems suspiciously like. you know how sometimes there'll be a group chat and then a second secret version of the group chat minus A Few People. i feel like new england is the secret group chat that maine vermont new hampshire connecticut and rhode island got together and decided to make so they didnt have to deal with massachusetts or new york or new jersey or pennsylvania in the northeast group chat. but then massachusetts overheard connecticut and rhode island talking about it and so they had to put massachusetts in the group chat too. that's what new england is
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canonkiller · 2 years
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cant have shit in the astral plane
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nicki0kaye · 5 months
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The sketch phase of Hyrule Regency. Really didn't work on this one for long at all, it was so ready to just Exist, I barely had to fight to make it happen.
>You can find the finished pic here<
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5blight · 1 year
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o to be a long haired vampire’s lover
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happyabsence · 11 months
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He’s getting better-
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fandomsoda · 1 year
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I feel like I am making a mistake by sharing this with the rest of the world but I feel like cursing the internet today.
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Introducing Vrink.
THIS IS A SHITPOST BTW PLEASE DO NOT TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY
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I can’t decide if I’m sorry or not and I feel like the worst part about this is that if you think about it, it works. Homestuckified Ink sprites by me btw.
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you guys I know this was meant to be a grave, sad moment but it just looks like she’s making the absolute worst pun on the Collectors and I’m 
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meindraws · 2 months
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Doc WIP
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meanlesbean · 3 months
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Elegy of Emptiness
The people of Clock Town refer to Ikana as a dead land. The only things that live there, they say, are the cursed and the already half-gone. Dampé, as a gravekeeper, falls into the latter. Pamela’s father, though he’s been freed of the Stone Tower’s blight, is still considered the former and would be a pariah if he ever tried to return to town permanently. Even Sakon, outcast as he is, doesn’t dare cross the river separating the heart of the old kingdom from its outlying lands, doesn’t dare venture where he may fall under the tower’s gaze.
The people of Clock Town are wrong about a lot of things, but Link can’t blame them for this. As far as they can understand, they’re right. The land is watered by the blood of a war that not even death could end, and anything that tries to lay its roots there is bound to absorb its poison. The Garo would not let Ikana claim their corpses for a reason. Only something as powerful and primordial as the Great Fairy of the canyon could endure uncorrupted, and even so, she did not let Ikana catch her unarmed.
Link, however, has a bit better understanding of magic and curses than the average citizen of Termina. And after letting the tower swallow him whole, after sealing the doors that let the tower’s rot engulf the lands below, he has a better idea of why he could replenish the river and free the Giant and save all of Termina, but he could never restore Ikana.
He should have known as soon as he learned the Elegy of Emptiness. What’s left of the kingdom of Ikana is a husk with no heart.
And like a shell abandoned by a hermit crab, anything is free to crawl inside and make a home with the remains.
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