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The spirit of Diogenes is alive and well

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Candela, sick in bed: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Blanche: Several traffic violations.

Spark: Three counts of resisting arrest.

Corsen: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Spark: Also, that’s not our car.

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Don’t Drink The Milk (A BOTW SickFic)

First off, big thanks to @aphroditeslittleangel for helping me out with plotting and titling! I just wanted a sickfic involving Bosa is some capacity (almost typed “calamity”, whoops!) As always, sorry for OOC, and hope you enjoy!

Summary: Gerudo tend to be allergic to milk. King Rhoam had milk put in the food for a Champion dinner, not knowing this. I think we all know what happens next.

Warnings: Swearing, illness, vomiting, allergic reaction (not epi-pen worthy (do they have epi-pens in Hyrule?))

Chowing down on my food, I listen to the conversations. Revali bragging about taking down 3 Lynels at once, which I highly doubt he actually did. Mipha talking about her new trident. I don’t really register Daruk’s voice due to how much he’s talking into my ear, which fucking hurts. 

”Urbosa? Are you alright?”

 I nod in answer to Mipha’s question. I can’t really do much else, though, since I’ve kind of gone nonspeaking. My stomach growls painfully. “Maybe this has milk in it?” I think, chewing on my lip. 

Then I feel bile rising in my throat. Damn. This definitely had milk in it. I motion for Mipha’s arm, which she gives me, albeit being a bit confused. I trace out the letters of, “Where’s the bathroom?” on her arm.

 “It’s right over there,” she says, pointing, “but are you feeling okay?” I shake my head and make a mad dash for where Mipha pointed to, but my high heels almost make me trip. I keep running, though, and get into the bathroom just in time. The sink is a little low for me, given that I’m six-foot-something, but it’s closest. And therefore my only option.

I rush over to the sink, just in time to choke up everything I have in me. I’m shaking with the effort of getting the milk out of my body, and my stomach is still churning.

Mipha knocks. “Are you alright in there?” I can only gag miserably. Mipha knocks again. “If you don’t say something in the next five seconds, I’m coming in!” Normally this would embarrass me for all eternity, but I feel too awful to give a flying eff. And it helps that it’s Mipha and not Revali or Daruk. 

The door opens. “Freaking Hylia, Urbosa, why didn’t you say something?” Mipha closes the door behind her and starts ghosting her fingers over my back to try and soothe me. Finally, I’ve stopped puking, for now, and can tell her that that tickles.

“Nnnn...” I try not to groan, but my tummy really fucking hurts. Mipha hums, “Let’s get you to your room, poor baby.” I shake my head. “Don’t. I’ll make a mess,” I sign, hoping Gerudo Sign is blatant enough that Mipha will understand. Mipha grabs my arm. “We’ll get you a bucket.” She then shouts out the door for a bucket.

 I can hear Daruk shuffling around...somewhere, looking for a bucket. A couple minutes later, he knocks. “Hey, I found a bucket. There’s a trash bag in there too.” Mipha signs what I think is a thank you (I don’t know much Zora Sign). 

Then she hands me the bucket and starts leading me to my room. It’s a bit awkward, given that I’m taller than her, but oh well. It’s not like I have the energy to get myself to bed. My lack of energy makes us amble along, but we get there alright.

Mipha surprises me by trying to tuck me in. I shove her hands away, perhaps a little too harshly. “Sorry.” “It’s alright, I should’ve asked. Are you feeling any better?” I shrug, and flop under the covers. ‘”Thanks for taking care of me, Mipha.” “No problem.” I’m asleep before I can hear anything else.

Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed!

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yesss

Hi! I’d like to request a ficlet/oneshot please! Could you write something with Link (from Breath of the Wild specifically)? Use your favorite tropes! I’m not picky♥️

Of course! Thank you for encouraging me to take some creative freedom: that’s so thoughtful of you!

Night’s Indigo Hue

Synopsis — Caregiver!Zelda x Regressor!Link

Content Warnings — N/A (feel free to ask me to tag if so applicable)

Genre — Hurt/Comfort ; Mild angst with a happy ending

Post Type — Request; Ficlet

Notes/Tags — Slight canon divergence

Author’s Notes — Fair warning. I haven’t played BOTW so I’m very sorry if things are out of character or don’t make sense. Going along with your prompt of my favorite trope, I settled for a classic “nightmare comfort” scenario; where a character goes to bed big and wakes up from a bad dream little, leading to great opportunities for hurt/comfort. The title comes from the song “Sweet Dreams” by Jewel!

Night had made itself quite welcome in Hyrule. The sky was coated with a myriad of deep blues and indigos; dotted with spectacular but small stars.

Businesses were closing for the night, townsfolk were bidding one another adieu until the morning was to come, it felt as though the whole world was going to bed. All that remained on the outside were crickets, save for the gentle pitter-patter of one’s feet if they were out for a late-night errand.

Within the confines of a field in the outskirts, laid a temporary camp where a pair by the name of Link and Zelda were residing for the night. It was a quick rest stop, naught more.

They’d rest here tonight and then carry on their travels once morning reached Hyrule, but for now, the two were preoccupied getting some well-deserved sleep.

While Zelda had made herself comfortable in the tent, Link was very insistent that he was able to sleep outside to keep watch for any potential danger. Chuckling to herself, Zelda merely rolled her eyes at him as she went back into the tent.

Link knows what he’s doing, she reaffirmed herself. I suppose it can’t go that wrong…

…

As the night grew later and later, the two were already deeply asleep. Unfortunately, the two’s peaceful slumbers were soon to be disrupted.

Zelda was awoken by a peculiar noise from outside. In her groggy half-awake stupor, she couldn’t make heads or tails of it, which only added more to her confusion.

Sitting up, she pulled aside the tent, looking around, but specifically for Link.

Strange… it almost sounded like the noise was coming from right outside the tent.

“Link?” She called. “Are you up?”

No response. Though now she was at least partially out of the tent, she could now recognize the sound more clearly. Now she was out, she was more easily able to recognize what the noise was; crying.

She quickly got out of the tent, looking around. The crying had seemingly stopped (or at least was muffled, maybe by a hand) once she had come out, which caught her ear. She turned around, investigating until her eyes laid on… Link?

So that's what was making the noise, she concluded. However, she took a closer look at him, as he certainly wasn't acting like himself.

Link looked truly pathetic. He curled into himself, knees to his chest. His breath was sputtering and shaky, like a dying automobile giving into breaking. Tears stained his cheeks, his eyes red.

Suddenly, he turned his head, and the two’s eyes met for a split second. Zelda swore his cheeks practically invented a brand new shade of red as his breathing hitched, and only got faster as he sobbed harder.

With no hesitation, she swiftly knelt in front of him, one hand on her knee and one on the hyperventilating male’s shoulder.

“Link! Don’t worry, it’s okay,” she reassured frantically. “It’s just me. You’re gonna be okay.”

“Imshowwyimshowwyimshowwy-!” He blurted as hushed as he was able to in between his wailing.

Zelda noted the sudden slurring of Link’s words. Initially, she dismissed it as him just slurring his speech from exhaustion, she had a suspicion it was something else.

“Shhhh, shhh…” she shushed gently, her hand rubbing his shoulder. “Link, look at me.”

Link’s eyes pitifully looked into hers, fearfully. Of what, exactly, she couldn’t make heads or tails of, but she knew he looked uncharacteristically fearful.

“Breathe, alright? Repeat after me,” Zelda carefully instructed, taking a slow deep breath in, as an exhale followed afterward. “Mirror me, okay?”

Link nodded. The two continued their deep breathings as Link’s crying came to a halt. He found himself settling down, once terrified eyes now exhausted, as serenity flooded his body.

“Feeling better?” Zelda asked with a smile.

Link nodded, as his hand absentmindedly drifted to his mouth, thumb intact to be sucked.

That was the final push that made Zelda realize; Link had regressed.

Zelda knew Link age regressed. Early on in their travels, he quickly explained how it worked, and she was quick to catch on. She just wasn’t surprised that this would be the first time she’d seen it up close.

“Link,” she began. “How old are you right now?”

Suddenly, Link jolted up, tears threatening to pour out of his eyes again as guilt rushed through his body.

Why did he have to regress now? This wasn’t supposed to happen. Zelda should’ve been able to consent to take care of him, not be immediately thrown into it. He’s just so selfish, selfish, selfish-

“Link,” she repeated, lightly shaking his shoulder to bring him back down to Earth, quickly getting his attention. “It’s okay. I’m right here. You’re allowed to be little right now. I am not upset with you.”

With a sigh of relief, Link held up three fingers. Zelda smiled, pulling him into her lap — Link being quick to immediately fold into her arms and wrap himself around her. Her hands gently rubbed his back, as she soothingly cooed into his ear.

“There, there,” she said with a smile. “It’s okay… mama’s got you.” While she couldn’t see his face, she certainly had a feeling Link was blushing. “Now, can you tell me what’s wrong?”

“Hadda ni’mare…” Link sniffled, digging his face into the crook of her neck.

Zelda sighed. “You poor thing… it’s alright, I’m right here. I know that must’ve been very frightening, but I’m very proud of you for being such a brave little boy and fighting off those mean sleep monsters.”

The two sat like that for a while, as Zelda helped to soothe Link until she knew for sure that he calmed down.

“There we go, sweet boy…” she crooned as Link became putty in her arms. “Do you want anything?”

Link shook his head. “Ion’ wanna both’a you…”

“You’re never a bother, little one.”

Link thought. “Can I hab a bottle n’ my pacifier?”

“Of course,” Zelda nodded. “Now, what’s the magic word?“

“P’ease?”

“There’s a good boy. Now, go sit by the campfire. Mama’s gonna make you some nice, warm, milk, okay?”

Link did as he was told, making himself comfortable on a log. Zelda was quick to set up the campfire and scourge around for a bottle of milk she could easily pour into a bottle.

Grabbing some milk from her inventory, she did just that once she found Link’s bottle; pitching it atop the fire. Once a minute had passed, she quickly tapped the nipple against her wrist, making sure it was warm enough.

“Link,” she announced, sitting beside him. “Your bottle’s ready! Be careful, it’s still a little hot.”

Link eagerly made himself comfortable on her lap, which earned a chuckle from Zelda. “My, my~ Looks like someone’s a hungry little boy!”

She carefully tilted the bottle into his mouth, as he quietly suckled on it. The sweet warmth was exactly the sort of remedy he needed after such a stressful dream. Why, he could feel himself getting sleepier by the minute.

In no time, Link finished the bottle, now quite drowsy. Zelda smiled, putting the bottle down and quickly fishing in her pockets to find his pacifier. He clipped the end to the collar of his shirt, and gently placed the nip of the soother into his mouth, as he contently began to suck on that.

“Now,” she began. “Do you wanna sleep outside again or do you wanna sleep in the tent tonight?”

Link shook his head. “Mm-mm. Wanna sleep in d’ tent tonight. Too sca’ed to s’eep outside.”

She smiled. “That’s alright, sweet boy. Now, go make yourself comfortable while I take care of the campfire, okay?”

Link did as he told. Taking off his boots, he slipped into the tent, eagerly making himself comfortable underneath a few spare blankets as he eagerly awaited for his mama to join him. Not long after, Zelda came in, getting under the covers.

The two’s bodies entangled, Zelda quickly taking the big spoon as she pressed a kiss to Link’s temple.

“Goodnight, Link,” she smiled. “I’ll be right here while you drift off to dreamland, and I’ll be with you in the morning once you wake up, okay?”

Link nodded, softly slurring, “Wuv you too, mama…”

As the two submitted to their slumber, they at least found comfort knowing that they would wake up, safe and sound.

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Reblog this and I'll try my best to assign your f/o with a Beanie Boo plush!

To give to your or them! Maybe you two share the custody 👀

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Reblog if you think it’s okay to platonically say “I Love You” to your friends

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Me as a sickfic writer and a self-shipper:

you should rub your f/os stomach NOW. or they rub yours. either way f/o tummy rub time

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Professor Willow is the Team Leaders’ adoptive father.

You cannot change my mind. DM me for the full story.

(the reason he calls them his assistants in public is because he doesn’t want the team leaders to have targets on their backs from Team Rocket.)

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here, feel better love

reblog to cure the stomachache of the person u reblogged this from

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I hate when customers hand out those stupid and ugly religious pamphlets that are made to look like money because at first glance I am so excited to have money for food or medicine, but the back just has a quote and then followed by "this is more valuable than money". It is disgusting and insulting to give these "tips" to people, especially the poor, and expect a thank you as if you have saved their life.

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I am beGGING for Pokemon GO team leader headcanons. (and Willow.)

If anyone has headcanons to spare, I’d appreciate it.

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I’m just thinking about a scenario that’s highly dependent on my headcanons

Maybe I’ll write it up and post it. 

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*cups special interest gently in my hands* thank you

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Welllp (IV, hospital, ER TW)

Sorry I was gone so long, I was sad and then I got so sick I had to go to the ER for fluids (from an IV) and nearly had to be admitted. Yeah. I guess I’m just lucky I went 14 years w/o needing an IV, lol.

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Mom got me guy clothes!

:)

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Happy Autism Acceptance Month!

Shoutout to my F/Os, who are all autistic (at least in my headcanons)!