Skyward sword Zelda 💙
You can't tell me that Zelda would not want to pet the little birbs, they absolutely would flock to her
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🐰🐹 for Audren and 😇😶 for Nessia!
Audren and Nessia are from Heir of the Sword
Under a cut for TW: suic. ideation to escape torture, torture discussed, death mentions
Do they think there’s any way their situation could get worse?
Audren doesn’t know what he will do if he’s forced to choose between hiding the location of his family’s sword or saving his friend Tasgal’s life. Tasgal has begged him not to give in; asked that Audren let him die to protect that secret. But Audren doesn’t know if he can do that to his friend who is like a second Father to him.
If they got to choose how they would be whumped/punished, what would they pick?
Well Audren would like to just go home and rule as a tributary monarch so he could keep looking after his people even if Guernion does rule their kingdom now. But out of things he thinks Nessia would actually allow, he would ask her to just execute him and get this over with. He knows she fully intends to kill him, and would rather she not take her time about it.
What’s a line they won’t cross?
I really do not know if there are lines Nessia would not cross. She is a brutal warrior queen and has committed plenty of atrocities. She intends to break Audren’s will until he gives her what she wants- his family’s legendary sword. There’s little she won’t do to destroy him.
Do they have any regrets related to whumpee?
Nessia regrets very little in her life. She blazes through determined that what she wants, she will get. To regret requires that you feel you could or should have done something else, and she is always sure she did what she wanted to do.
mmm knight knight :] sleep well
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u draw jirou rlly cute.. he needs to be appreciated more
shout out to the most obnoxious man in my citadel, whom I love very much
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the crimson loftwing is big and red. therefore its name should be Clifford the Big Red Loftwing (like Clifford the Big Red Dog) /hj
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I just played around w some art I already had laying around to put together a quick reference sheet, but here we go! A simple ref sheet for Kira!
Swatches, body shape, clothing, etc etc, for those who want to know - whether for art or for thread purposes!
Links will get added as they come:
how to draw her hair
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You ever read a fanfic and it starts psychoanalyzing a character, but then you suddenly realize that every word is describing you?
Then they proceed to describe what is a normally frustrating problem in the most chaotically positive way that your usual negativity just taps out and lets you accept the compliments because damn, the whole point is to feel better about yourself, and if you won’t let yourself have this moment what disrespect are you showing the author? What disrespect are you showing yourself?
But then again, fuck you fic. How dare you make me feel better about myself. What bull are you spouting that makes the weight on my shoulders temporarily lighten? Jerks.
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I made a thing yay
Summary: Oh my god they were roomates magical college au edition
Violet and Shadow have started college! Learning about the world and enhancing their magical studies are the least of their worries, when while practicing a warding spell, Vio accidentally (magically) locks out his hot (demon) roommate.
The sun barely peeked out any light this early in the morning through half shuttered blinds. Only the third shifters and crazy students up all night were awake at this hour. One such student in a dorm room in fact. Enjoying his time, comfortable a month into this school year already. Not a soul knew his secret and he intended to keep it that way, not even his roommate. Which was surprising to him, considering how damn smart and observant he was. Not to mention it was literally an academy geared towards the magically inclined. Classes didn’t start for another three or so hours but it was past the quiet hours restriction. That was about to be used to his full advantage.
“Gotta kiss myself I’m so pretty!~” A tall young man sang to himself, hubriously in the mirror. While applying eyeliner expertly. Hiis phone blaring obnoxiously and unrealistically loud with the song it played having no opinion for who it bothered. It’s not that his voice was bad, it was just five in the morning. No one should have that kind of energy at five am, regular schedule or not. He fluffed the vibrant purple hair, soft as sin. Gorgeous sun kissed skin with freckles that ran everywhere possible. An almost inhumanly pretty boy, with dark blue eyes once described to him as being deep inside an ocean without knowing which way was up.
Suddenly, the mood was ruined as his almost trance-like state of looking at himself in the mirror was interrupted with the assault of several pillows to his head.“Why? Every fucking morning.” There was that roommate. His voice was husky from being asleep and just woken up. Shadow would deny up and down that it had sent a shiver down his spine and somewhere else nearby south. “You are insufferable.” There was no real heat to the words, as a lanky blonde male appeared in the mirror behind him. The musical fiend turned around to face him now. His hair was a hot mess, having gone to bed with it wet, and his shaded irises were darkened and not fully awake. Surely more berry wine than the usual vibrant violet. “How are you always awake? You are so lucky I like you,” Vio yawned out the ending sounding more like nonsense.
“Good morning to you too,” He reached over and hit pause on Spotify as it began to play something a little more inappropriate yet appropriate to what his hormones were getting up to. “I picked up our shit yesterday, whatever you ordered came in; it’s on the counter next to the coffee maker.” Formulating full sentences even.
“I have a class early today, sorry.” Shadow’s voice softened sympathetically. “Wasn’t trying to wake you up.”
“ ‘S fine.” the other grumbled, joining him in the room and pulling out his toothbrush, starting his wake up routine. Once he was up, there was no going back to sleep. “Start some tea?” Vio rubbed his eyes in between actions. Shadow nodded and stepped out to do so. Thankfully they had similar tastes in tea. A nice dark english breakfast, or honey green-jasmine.Shadow typically preferred coffee, but easily gave in as an apology.
They shared hot tea and sleepy stories until Shadow had to leave for class. He departed with a silly salute and wink. It definitely didn’t make Vio smile when he wasn’t looking.
Vio opened his delivery while the other was out, smiling. “Finally!” he hummed, he’d been waiting for a while for this. He pulled out some fresh sage and the candles. It took forever to get this approved, fire hazard and all. Not every student was allowed to use magic in their dorms, but being the good little bookworm who never got caught had come with privileges. Vio tucked hair behind his long ear as he rolled up his sleeve. Revealing some arcanic symbols that curled up his pale arms like vines. He hasn’t shown many people his tattoos, or what they mean. He never got much sun because of it, afraid to show anyone. He was usually the palest in the room. Shadow was one of the few to have seen them, but he hadn’t known their meaning and didn’t really understand when Vio tried to explain it. Although Vio has always had a hard time ‘dumbing’ things down for people.
The young warlock laid out his supplies and materials, now was as good a time as any. He said his prayer and lit the candles and sage inside the shell. He made a few motions with his hand, the symbols on his arms glowing with magic, vibrant violet swirling around him. He held it in his hands and stood up. His eyes glowed softly and much more alert. The purple smoke and energy followed him from the light candles and sage as he walked around the little dorm. Vio returned back into his first position closing the spell with a satisfied and relaxed look. His shoulders seemed less set and tense as the last of the sage burned out. The symbols still glowed softly on his arms, from his use of magic. It smelled like sage and lavender throughout now. He hadn’t been able to practice magic without a sufficient barrier created so as to not bother other students sensitive to its use. It had never bothered his previous dorm partners before, as long as the smell of sage or weed didn’t. He left for his own classes that day much more visibly relaxed.
The blonde also got back first, having less hours today than his other. The door was left open to air out the strong scent lingering. He was sitting in his usual chair reading when it happened.
Shadow returned from his last class of the day, texting on his phone. He was not looking up when he attempted to enter. Vio looked up when a loud thunk hit his pierced ears, as if he had not just walked into an open door. “Fuck!!” his phone was on the floor, and the pretty boy was holding his now bleeding nose. “What the fuck?”
“What? What did you do?” the blonde immediately accused, assuming he had run into the doorframe or something similar.
“What did I do? What did you do??” Shadow rubbed the sore spot on his face staring. This time with Vio paying full attention he attempted a second try at entering the threshold to no success. It was as if he was actually walking into a closed door.
Vio snorted. “Oh come on. Stop fucking with me and get in here, I want to show you what I got today.” he rolled his eyes, getting up and shutting his book. He placed it on the side table approaching the other. He still had his sleeves rolled up with the faint magic remnants. For all he’s researched he sure didn’t realize what was happening. The taller boy glared, though half heartedly.
“ What magic thingy did you do?” he insisted again. Shadow seemed serious enough, but Vio was unconvinced.
“I did a cleansing ritual today. So I can practice my magic without alerting or bothering others, or inviting unwanted things in. Are you- stop it would you? This is getting old Shads.” he crossed his arms, with a defiant look in those gorgeous eyes, while the other leaned on the invisible barrier.
“Fuck.” he ran a hand across his face. “You have got to be fuckin’ kidding me.” Shadow growled deeply, only just audibly. That certainly got his attention. “Look- can you-- break it? Please?”
“What?? Break it!? Why the hell-”
“Just do it and I’ll tell you when you let me in.” The dangerous boy scowled and interrupted him. Tiny fangs gritting his teeth together. Vio was lost in them for just a second making the other huff. They stood there staring each other down for a few moments before the blonde slowly let it down. He stumbled when it released, falling and catching his footing into the room. “ Thank you,” Shadow sighed in relief. He still seemed uncomfortable in the space.
“What exactly was that all about? If you don’t like the smell you don’t have to be that dramatic about it.” Vio narrowed his eyes at the other.
“No-no. It’s kinda nice actually. Just-” he rubbed the back of his neck, purple locks shifting as he brushed past them. “I’m kinda- “ He stopped and then looked around, before shutting the dorm door. “One of those…. “Bad things” you’re trying to keep out?” he gave him a sheepish grin, little fangs poking out charmingly. “You can’t say anything- I’m only telling you because I trust you!” He pauses. “And because I want to sleep in my own bed, but still!”
“What exactly does that mean?” he wasn’t asking a question, his tone wasn’t giving him an option to not answer. Vio looked him over with scrutiny attempting to determine what or who exactly his roommate really was.
“You learned about Twilins in high school right?” Shadow looked at him cautiously. “Well- I have that blood in my line. Which is why my hair is purple- don’t give me that look.” he huffed. “I wasn’t lying when I said it was my natural color! I can still prove it but you’re a prude.”
“I am not!” he protested, blushing. He really wasn’t but it was the thought of seeing Shadow more than half nude that made him flustered and shy. He had seen the boy in boxers and t-shirt more than enough times to know he was packing. And looked a few more times than he really should have. “Are you really?” he hesitantly reached out and curled some hair around his finger. As soft as it looked. “I guess I believe you.” and his expression became just as soft as the lock in his hand.
“Please don’t block me out again.” Shadow grinned cheekily. “Even if I wake you up too early.”
“Hmmm no promises.” Vio smirked up at him, but it fell when the other gave him a warm hug. He wasn’t expecting physical contact, it sent electricity up his spine. Shadow had to be very comfortable with someone to even consider something small like an arm pat.“Ah--oh.” he hugged him back slowly, enjoying the moment. Shadow nuzzled his cheek to his head a little before letting go. Vio’s head spun when he did so. A wave of the subtle cologne he hadn’t been close enough to notice before washed over his senses.
“Sorry..” He didn’t look sorry at all. There was a spark of deviousy in those eyes. Shadow knew exactly what he was doing, allowing such a rare touch to occur. Vio punched his arm playfully before retreating back to his book and chair. “I’ll put on some tea?” That was the second time today that he’d chosen to indulge Vio’s preference for tea over his own for coffee. It did not go unnoticed.
“That would be nice… thank you.” Vio watched him for a little too long before pretending to read once again. He hummed softly to himself, unfocused on his page. Maybe, just maybe, this year wouldn’t be so boring with him around.
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6 of Spades
Year 2 Day 101 of the New Normal
shoutout to the time my bruises became a pawprint
also you're gay now
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Book of the Grey Dawn
There are two authentic copies of this book in existence and I know the location of both, pay no heed to the sorcerers that claim it is in their possession. The Book of the Grey Dawn is a powerful grimoire of destructive and world ending magick from Hykraelia, land of the northmen and the red tribes. The northmen say that the rituals in this book when cast in the proper order will open the gates to the netherworld summoning a race of long dead nameless titans. These titans will do battle with the gods and Vejazatha the white dragon of the north. In the book it is written that the outcome will be determined by the strength and will of men.
"The snow will turn crimson and the glaciers will melt away. The sky will open and the Black Masters will return with eyes of ice and hearts of ebon fire. In that hour the strength of man will fail and there will rise the Gray Dawn."
-Book of the Grey Dawn
The Pajak Torin can hardly be called a lodge but rather a wild band of swamp savages foolishly dabbling in blood magick. The sorcerers summon forgotten beings from primeval times who gift the sorcerers with ancient plagues. Hunted by local witch hunters the Pajak Torin are always on the run from those who justifiably want their heads.
Poopoo the flying garbage can
GRAPES AND POOPOO MY BELOVEDS.... LOVE ME SOME LOFTWINGS
(i hope you dont mind i put them in the same ask!)
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The Starless Triune are the alien gods worshipped by the Pyramid Men of Huria. They are strange entities that exist on the fringes of Arkera’s divine sphere cloaked in mystery. This cerebral and distant trio are not forces for good, they are playing their own game and no one seems to know the rules. Their teachings are mysterious though it is said they desire to bring all humankind under their rule in a great conquest known as the Starless March. In art the Starless Triune is depicted as a trio of tall gaunt men with obsidian black pyramids for heads.
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He Calls Me Honey Tits
Part 1 | Part 2
A/N: Here’s Part 2 of you and Arthur being lovers during his time in the whorehouse of Camelot*! In which this cheeky sneaky bastard dips into your honeypot 😋🍯 (*I get that the brothel isn’t actually in Camelot (or I don’t think it is?) but I like the sound of it, and I don’t know if ‘beekeeping’ was a real thing back then (they had to get their honey somehow I guess?), but like whatever this is fanfic and I’m too lazy to research all that business 🤡)
Pairing: King Arthur x Reader
Warnings: smut, swearing, Brothel Boy Arthur being a cheeky little shit and not even caring
… Continued from Part 1 [Read Here]
He’s such a whore.
He knows it and has lost count of the lovers he has pleasured in his bed. Yet few if any ever got stuck in his head. His time with you fills him with something strange he’s never felt before.
Taste of you lingers, on his tongue and on his fingers, hours after you smile back at him as you head out the door. Struck somewhere deeper in his heart, that aches whenever you’re apart. It’s not a feeling he can easily ignore. Nor does he want to. Makes him feel rich though he knows that he’s piss-poor. And that’s a feeling that he’s desperate to cling onto. One he’s dying to explore.
Arthur feels guilty for the clients he’s declined, in these few months since you and he have gotten more deeply entwined. The women in this house who view him as their son know that it’s all because there’s someone on his mind. They’d never hold such love against him—they’re too kind—but Arthur feels an endless debt to all these women who have raised him. Fears that his payments have fallen far behind.
Refuses now to take the money that you offer. You’re not just another lover. What you share beneath the covers... it’s too precious to be priced. Profit is nice. But profit cheapens. Pales against the worth of passion as it deepens.
Now you’ve left your piggish husband to be with him and the stakes of love have steepened.
After what happened you’ve nothing to your name, but sin and shame; the trappings of your married life are all that stupid pig’s to claim. And Arthur knows that he’s to blame. Wishes that he could offer you safety and wealth and a whole motherfucking kingdom. But alas this humble brothel is his home.
Part of him can’t help but regret the sorry day when you first came. And yet... part of him knows the kingdom of his bed, his home, is where you’ll always want to come.
Recalls the day when you first met. Sticky and wet. He calls you honey tits because of what the two of you had shared on that sweet day. From the damn start, you made your home in Arthur’s bed and in his heart, and here he prays you’ll always stay.
Your old pig of a husband keeps bees.
Every morning you come to market to sell honey, but seldom return home with very much money. The sweet sticky stuff is a luxury nobody needs.
Every morning when Arthur passes through the streets, you’re the loveliest damn thing he sees.
And you notice him too—but of course you do—bright eyes so blue, your heart can’t help but seize. Who in heaven’s name is he? Stuns you with his smile from afar, and you start seeing stars, all your senses gone dizzy. Just keep your head down and keep busy...
“How much for a taste, honeybee?”
He’s right there, pearly grin and gold hair, as you raise up your gaze and fall into the sapphire haze of his stare. A god, truly. “Excuse me?”
Nods down at the jars that you’ve come here to sell. As per usual, not selling well. “Just a spoonful? No doubt it would taste lovely coming from someone so beautiful.”
That gets you giddy. Dismissive of all sense of conjugal duty and dignity—only fair given your marriage of late has been shitty.
This bastard who just praised your beauty must be the most beautiful thing in this whole fucking city.
You struggle to keep your composure. It’s nearly impossible as he steps closer. “I’m afraid, sir, that you’ll have to buy the whole jar for a taste of the flavor.”
His luscious pink lips turn down into a pout. One you’d very much like to suck off of his mouth. “So no special favors?”
“I promise the product is well worth the price.”
“I don’t doubt it.” He burns you with those blazing eyes blue as ice. Dips a sneaky forefinger in one of your honeypots and you’re so dumbstruck you can’t do a damn thing about it. “Mmm, that’s very nice.”
Slurps the sticky sweet off of his fingertips. Golden slick gleams on his lips.
“Think I’ll take the whole jar now that I’ve had a taste. You can come collect payment tonight at my place.”
Flashes a wink, now that he’s ravished you with the filth of that smirk on his face—and before you can blink—vanished without a trace.
And he’s taken the honeypot.
Something compels you to reach in your pocket to find that he stole even more, while you stupidly stared up at him like a whore; those slick sticky fingers of his also swiped all the money you’d got.
It would be a lost cause to seek out such a thief, you had thought. But much to your relief, you find that he is famed, in these mean streets of Camelot. Not by his name, but by his reputation as a golden god and a glorious fuck. Makes his home in a brothel that happens to be not too far, from the spot where you are, come to market your jars. Just your luck.
He’s an actual man-whore. It’s so fucked it’s funny. You’re smitten with a little bastard who shags for money, snagged your honey, and wants you to grab your payment in a goddamn bordello and good lord you don’t even care anymore.
There you meet him this evening. A beekeeper’s wife setting foot in a whorehouse is shameful beyond believing.
But the son of a bitch had told you to collect payment here after all, and till he’s made you whole, you are not fucking leaving.
He’s already screwed you in more ways than one and you can’t let that go any farther...
“You’re here to see Arthur?” the madam greets you with arched brows, as you enter the whorehouse. “He’s presently occupied with another—”
“So I was,” a familiar voice interrupts, as the scoundrel emerges from one of the rooms hastily pulling his breeches up. “But I’m free now the honeybee’s come by to buzz.”
Before he’s fully pulled up his breeches you catch a quick glimpse of how damn big he is—and he notices—of course he does.
Arthur notices every damn thing. He’s a brilliant, bright little idiot, beacon of virtue despite being such a boldfaced piece of shit. He’s the boy-whore who no one yet knows will soon be the damn king.
For now the once and future king is just the thief who stole your honeypot.
Tonight he’ll make it up to you in sweet and sticky ways that will have you feeling like the luckiest slut in all of Camelot.
... To be continued in Part 3! ✨
I know this was short and cuts off at the good part of the story, but I just really wanted to post what I’ve gotten so far lol sorryyy 🙃
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Friends, Enemies, Strangers... we are gathered here today in remembrance of the time... the time when my little sister was shorter than me... the time when I realized I was a head taller than my grandma... the times when I argued with mom and stepped on her feet because she couldn't accept that I am taller than her....
Friends, Enemies, Strangers...
My little brother is the same height as me.
AKHGIUDEILKSG Okay wait, hijacking riding the cowboy Groose idea... Ghirahim looks at cowboy Groose and still doesn't say anything but the next time Ghira shows he has tassels on his outfit and everything continues as normal.
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Groose is wearing a knight uniform because he crammed out all the studying of the retaken year while Link and Zelda were gone and convinced the instructors to give him (and maybe a few others?) another exam and he passed since he actually focused on it instead of trying to compete against Link and for Zelda UwU. (Would his uniform still be green because it's technically the same year?)
o¿JASNDFK you go back after a few dungeons and groose is wearing a matching knight's uniform
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Yet another way BoTW parallels Skyward Sword
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