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Mini tramwaju pomóż

I feel like this week I'm gonna take the big ass tramwaj somewhere, like the real thing, just to aprecite this magnificent means of transport.

šššššššš, bude dobře

mini tramvaj do dlaně, ok?

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mermaid's lure

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I love her so much T-T

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Naruto

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autistic kabru real he told me. he told me

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"I cant draw" then do it bad who gives a fuck.....

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I think this poll lacked Mojo Jojo option

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My whole profile running on that one Bakugo fic

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My whole profile running on that one Bakugo fic

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巛—𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗘 𝗥𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘 𝗪 𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗞—⫸

[[ knight !reader x royal !link scenarios ]]

you've been assigned to him for as long as you could remember. people have observed your bond, and it's quite obvious that you're the only reasonable match— the only one he's willing to let take care of him. you wouldn't want to change that fact either, but taking care of link comes with an unfathomable amount of responsibility. such as...

★ "put down that damn frog!"

you're the closest you've ever been to a heart attack at this point. taking the prince out on a voyage where there were monsters lurking about was the last thing you had wanted to do, but unable to resist his insistent, silent pouting, you couldn't exactly denyhim what he wanted.

he's cute when he's curious, which is everyday. you let him roam around with his large observational book, studying and taking notice of whatever shroom or flower was blooming by whatever random tree.

speaking of a tree, you figured to set up a small campsite under a large tree not too far away from the castle. there was a fire going in a pot, and the boy had been throwing random food stuff inside and hoping for the best dish to come from it. you watch with a soft smile— that is, until it deflates as you spot a few bokoblins a little too close and sigh, standing up.

"Stay here." you mumble softly, to which the boy smiles and nods, eyes glued to the way you reach up to grip the handle of your sword, pulling it up and out of its sheathe.

yoi don't take long— really you don't. the bokoblin type was blue, more than easy to take down. you don't even break a sweat until you begin walking back to the tree, only to feel your breath hitch and your heart stop. that damn monster of curiosity (or, link) was holding a poor frog over the pot, probably more than ready to drop it in for Hylia knows what.

your shouting startles the boy, making him go wide-eyed and sheepish as you storm up to him. you take a second to glare before snatching the creature from his hands and setting it back into the small body of water that he was most likely snatched from.

"seriously? I was gone for five minutes." you protest.

his face goes expressive,

'it's for science!' he signs

"I know, link... you always say that." you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose, opening your eyes to see him flipping frantically through his research book before holding it open, shoving the open page in your face.

a silly healing elixir that he had been mentioning non-stop. it was probably the reason he was so adamant about tagging along.

"yes, my liege, I know about the elixir. but if you want it so bad, why don't you just simply buy one?" you suggest, exhaustion in your voice.

his face scrunches in disgust at the idea, throwing the book down before signing again,

'too far. want to experience creating it on my own'

you look from his hands to his face, being met with his saddened eyes. if he were anyone else...

"fine..." you mumble, to which he silently celebrates, "just, not in front of me, please?"

'thank you.' he steps closer, and you smile.

'no problem'. you sign back.

* * *

★ "please be careful, my liege." you voice to the blonde prince.

he'd gladly tell you that he was fine if his hands weren't currently full. if anyone else saw how you and link interacted outside of the castle, you're sure you'd be killed for your crimes.

maybe it wasn't a good idea to let the prince of hyrule use your sword and swing it around however he pleased, but in your professional opinion— he's a natural.

"you're doing great!" you smile, shaking your head as he was caught up in his own little world. and he really was. so great that he couldn't heat a word you said. holding a weapon just felt so natural to him, and he absolutely loved it when you offered it up for him to use during leisure time.

his swings are heavy and lethal, but it's obvious to you that he isn't pacing himself. the movements are so natural that he doesn't even comprehend the strain it's putting on his body— not until his swing is stopped.

link looks down at his tightened grasp on the handle, but looseness it as he realizes that you had caught his wrist. his disgruntled expression softens significantly as he looks up at you in awe and embarrassment as you hold his wrists with one hand, and remove the handle the handle from his grip with the other.

"that's enough," tour voice rings through his head as you chuck the sword to the side, face growing serious as you keep holding his wrists, "you alright?"

he can't respond with occupied hands, and so he nods, heart pounding at your serious expression. he wonders what he's done wrong, or what should be wrong, until he begins to feel an ache in his back and shoulders, making him wince. you notice.

"I know that feeling... it's why I stopped you." you explain whilst removing your hands from him. "you're good, but you're straining yourself. you're not fit for that type of intensity."

he mouths a small 'oh', and you sigh, frowning as he rubs his aching shoulder.

"it's alright... I've got something to heal you right up."

the male smiles softly, nodding in appreciation. you were always taking care of him like this. but your encouragement for him to get a little rough and rowdy is why he liked you so much. though you wanted him safe, you weren't constantly sheltering him. he hated that.

he taps your shoulder, to which you turn to him,

'sorry.'

you smile and shake your head, "don't apologize. you did really good my liege. wonder what you'd be like as a knight, actually." you chuckle.

he smiles back, letting the butterflies float around in his tummy.

* * *

★ "what do you think you're doing?"

you felt like you've done this... a lot. for the umpteenth time, you've caught the prince walking around the castle grounds, barefoot, and draped in a softened blanket as he attempts to protect himself from the nighttime breeze.

the look he gives you is one of disappointment as he thinks you're going to take him back inside, but he's pleasantly surprised when you shake your head and simply rest a hand on his shoulder, guiding him forward.

"Don't worry...I'll sit with you."

he smiles, clutching the blanket tighter. beyond the wall, he can spot the swaying of the grass, the wispyness of the clouds in the deep blue sky, and the stillness of the ancient guardians that settled into the ground. he truly loves his kingdom, and you can see it true. he walks until he reaches a spot that makes it easy to see the vast land and takes a seat on the edge of the castle walls.

"this is nice..." you sigh as you sit beside him

he nods, and your eyes glance over to him incase he's ready to talk back. and he does:

'I think I enjoy nighttime the best.' he signs, glancing between you and the beautiful view amongst him, 'sometimes, i think about running. I want to explore.'

you heart aches

"I know, my liege... I'm sorry you feel trapped." you whisper

to your surprise, he laughs softly, shaking his head, 'not trapped... just hidden potential'

you smile. such a purse and positive response. his head turns to face you, eyes so blue that you can't help but observe them thoroughly. he scoots closer beside you, careful, as to not fall, and rest his head on your shoulder.

"I think..." you wrap his blanket around him tighter, "I think we were definitely meant to be this way, my liege." you whisper, and watch as his eyes flutter shut

but not before he nods in agreement, and your heart tate spikes at what he says next.

his hands don't communicate, no. nit this time. instead, you're blessed with a sound ao angelic, so soft that you'd dread if you accidentally missed it.

"I think so too..." he whispers.

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Meta-isekai | K. Bakugo ✧ Act II Scene II

-`♡´- In which Bakugo gets isekaied into a shoyo romance. -`♡´-

Peak stupidity ⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆

Act II ༊*·˚

Scene II: My two best friends MUST get together

ʚɞ Bakugo could end the day as it was, if not for the fact that it was not even 11 am and he still had a whole school day to work through.

ʚɞ After washing his face in one of the outside basins, he retreated to the gymnasium for further events. His next competition wasn’t about to start in two hours so he had to kill the time.

ʚɞ Mere seconds after he entered through the side door Denki-stupid-Dunceface grabbed his arm.

“Listen, I need your help.” He whispered.

“Let go of that arm or…”

“Shh. I have a plan for, you know, the thing we were talking about.” Denki looked left and right as if he was reporting top-secret information to Agent 007 himself.

Bakugo felt himself in a trap. It would look dumb as hell if he let it show that he had no idea what they were talking about earlier. It must have been the other Katsuki. With a grunt he breathed out an irritated “Go on.”

As if giving a kind candy, Denki’s face lit up.

“Okay, so, me and the others from the techn-club made a set up for today and the teachers let us put it up when the Sports Day event starts. We wanted to do the thing they do in America, like on the football games. We have a camera that’s connected to a, sorta, big TV and we can broadcast live!” Denki spoke like he just safely despatched Apollo into space.

Bakugo thought about the fluid, unclear timeline he found himself in. Somehow, he was unable to clearly read the year he was in. Every calendar was ripped, stained or out of date when he tried to read the year.

“A lot of people know already and are looking up to the Hug-Cam!” He squeezed his own arms in a cheesy manner. “The teachers didn’t let us call it the Kiss-Cam unfortunately.”

“What a pity.” Bakugo snarked.

“So, we need to get Kiri and Mina on the screen together. Ugh, man I just can’t stand the tension any more, like, just go out already!”

So that’s what this whole mascarade was about. Getting Kirishima and Mina into an embarrassing situation so that they, in some twisted manner, look into each other's eyes and realise they are deeply in love. How come Bakugo never watched trashy romance dramas but still knew the gist of most of the plots. Must be social media influence or something.

“I can hold onto Mina but I need someone to make sure Kiri will stand in the right place in the right time. You know what I mean?”

“Yeah, leave it to me.”

ʚɞ After talking out the painfully stupid plan, Bakugo set off to look for his red haired pea-brain of a friend. The blonde had to remind himself of the benefit he would get out of making a clown of himself.

“I like it when you know what’s good for you.” The Cat emerged from under a bench and started trodding lightly after the boy. He only grunted in response, whatever it was supposed to mean. “We did talk about how helping your friends and harvesting their love energy will add to our cause. You better not fuck it up.”

He swore to god, if he could, he would kick the dumb cat. But that later. Now Kirishima, who was standing among some guys in basketball outfits. Bakugo walked beside him and asked him to follow. Kirishima, despite asking multiple times what was the matter and not getting an answer, still followed like a puppy right into the spot where they were supposed to meat with Denki.

“Dude, can you tell me?”

“Just stand here for a while.”

“Well, okay.”

It was really not that hard. Why all the conspiracy when you can simply tell people to do something.

Soon a weirdly shaped camera emerged into view. The rather big, but only, TV in the gymnasium played an image of the inside of itself, with multiple people running away from the lense of the Hug-Cam, some laughing, some actually panicking. Mina followed short after Denki who was yielding the set-up.

They came closer to Bakugo and Kiri, Denki pointing the lense towards the floor as if only testing how the image broadcasted. When Mina came forward to meet the two boys, cameraman himself betrayed and pointed the lense straight at the three. In that moment Katsuki stepped out of the image, leaving only two dumbfounded people looking at the TV, seeing their own faces in it.

“Well, looks like we’ve got the first victims.” Denki laughed making the image shake and blur his friends messed up faces.

“You weasel!” Mina turned towards him but soon she realised multiple faces were looking her way. Kiri was standing behind her laughing sheepishly and shrugging. Shortly after they gave in gracing the whole gymnasium with a sweet little hug.

“Just get together already.” Bakugo huffed, making them turn. Mina pointed a finger his way wanting to say something but he shushed her. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

None of them told him he’s wrong. Later that evening, after the school sports day Kirishima will wait for Mina by the school gate and they will take a stroll home that will ultimately lead to their first date.

Denki still smiled, although he found Bakugo’s blunt straightforwardness cranky. Well, it worked so whatever. Because of that he didn’t realise he was holding the camera tiled and it was now facing Katsuki and someone behind him.

That someone was Yaoyorozu who was stunned seeing her face on the TV and currently being pushed by her friends towards the blonde boy.

“Come on, he’s the one who won the martial arts.” One of them whispered.

When she came in close, Bakugo and Denki finally realised what was going on but another bunch of love starved idiots was looking their way.

“Nah.” Bakugo put his hands in his pockets walking past the girls. Many faces went down. “Follow me.” He threw to Denki over his shoulder.

Without much more to do the poor cameraman did as he was told. Bakugo found the Crush and without waiting for Denki to follow both his footsteps and the situation, he slinged his arm over Crushe’s shoulder.

“Look who’s on TV.” Bakugo pointed towards the screen that just started to show the image of them two. Denki finally caught up.

WIthout further ado Bakugo went on, as if nothing ever happened.

ʚɞ That day the blonde rose in the schools little universe to king of martial arts and a supposed cold heartbreak. 

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Open tags everyone!

here’s a sweet picrew to help you end your weekend on a bright note! open tags, as always 🤍

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The Ocean, Me, MS Paint, 2022

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New theme!

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Btw do ya'll know that Morskie Oko means the eye of the sea? It's a lake but it has a historical connection to the sea

Morskie Oko. June 2024

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Don't be sorry for taking a month to update a chapter. You don't have a messy schedule, you're a Victorian era writer who publishes their novel in a paper in installments. Sometimes the wait is two weeks, sometimes half a year.

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Me, thought dumping in a post only to edit it 3 times because (1) I made a spelling mistake, (2) I though of a better word for that one thing, and (3) that's not even whet I meant