i was thinking about parallels between the ancient sheikah zelda and link
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Destiny and Fate.
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This is not ship art. Please stop tagging it as such.
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Based on that caracal video where the baby mimics its parent yawning and it's cute.
AU where Draxum adopts Mikey after Lou accidentally leaves him behind and Drax slowly grows attached to the lil bundle of sunshine and that iS HIS BABY NOW!
Draxum built Mikey a terrarium with the state of the art comfort and warmth and fully furnished to his needs, but the lil baby tortle just wants to cuddle with his dad and Drax cannot say no to his puppy eyes.
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Sadly relate to this a lot
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I wish Isabella and Candace had more interactions in the show. From what we’ve seen, Isabella is a great support to Candace, and Candace can be sorta like a big sister to Isabella, and I think that’s a lovely dynamic. 🥰
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Anyway, Laura 100% sees Travis as the annoying uncle that we don't like, but that at the same time we care about anyway. She likes to say slangs he doesn't understand to make him mad.
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day 1 without ao3: i have gone through all 5 stages of grief multiple times and have invented a 6th. i will not disclose what the 6th stage of grief is.
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Always have your bestie's back !! ☺️🫶
The event was fun 😔👍
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Father-son bonding time
Note: I could not put it in due to the angle but Mikey has a matching ADHD pride pin
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Happy Birthweek, Little Nightmares!
Mono watched in horror as Six, the only friend he’s ever known, screeched wildly into the static filled air. He wanted to cover his ears, but he didn’t want to seem like a coward. His heart raced as a disgusting pulse ran down her arms, controlling them with little accuracy. The floor creaked under her weight, and he gripped the axe tighter as he became aware of the joints in places they shouldn’t have been. Bile rose in his throat, and he cringed at himself. He didn’t need to save her, he wanted to say, but he did. He needed to save her. He needed her. He couldn’t be all alone again.
Sweat ran down his forehead as he approached, and he fought back tears. All he needed to do was destroy her music box, and it would all be over. No more monster, no more suffering, just peace. After that, they could run away together and be as awful as they wanted. They could stomp on all the flowers and eat all the bread they wanted after he destroyed that horrid music box.
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