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prince-of-red-lions · 1 year

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i think this expression represents most of my life.

#wind waker #loz #wind waker link #rambles from the ocean #winds r.b.f is in a special corner of my heart #wind my beloved

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skyward-floored · 10 months

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Homework eating me alive right now I’m drowning in it!!! Also hello!! Figured I’d pop in again to say hi! I adore your kitty wind fic so far and I’m super happy to see you write a wind central fic!! Hope you’re doing well!!!

Oof, I hope you win the battle against your homework! I’m cheering you on! 🎉

And hi! Thanks so much, I’ve been enjoying writing it a lot :) The next chapter is more then half finished, so hopefully I’ll post it up soon! Writing Wind is so fun, even if his character is sometimes hard to nail down.

#wind my beloved #answers from the floor #thatguylainey

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stachebracket · 1 year

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23 & 49

link to ask game

23. How do you feel about chilly weather?

i just took a walk to get the mail down the road and i was wearing the skirt my bf made me and the wind was chilly and blew my skirt against the back of my legs (not up thankfully) and i was listening to hyperpop on headphones and the world felt right. i love chilly weather when its windy espicially, the wind is so gender. if i had to pick a xenogender label for myself itd be windgender. and thats especially when the winds a little bit chillier than is comfortable. i love wearing a long thin skirt and a warm sweater in chilly wind it makes my heart full

49. Can you skip rocks?

not well, also i havent tried in a looong time, but its a very fun thing to do. i grew up in a town with a very rocky beach and i used to try to skip stones on the ocean waves even tho thats like the worst water to actually successfully skip a stone on i think. but i got it a few times. mostly tho id just yeet the rocks as far as i could

#asks #ask game #the wind is so symbolic yknow?#wind my beloved

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shima-draws · 7 months

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Also the implication that megas are FINALLY coming back. Will he finally get the justice he deserves......

#HE'S BEEN WAITING SO PATIENTLY.#Shima speaks #MEGA EVOLUTION MY BELOVED. WE GOT YOU FOR ONE GEN AND THEN YOU WERE GONE LIKE THE WIND #Anyway manifesting a Flygon mega. WE'RE GETTING IT #Pokemon #Pokemon Legends ZA #Pokemon Legends Z-A #Pokemon Presents #Flygon

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nariism · 1 year

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neuvillette is aware that he shouldn’t have let you get so close. but he did, and now he’s lamenting the fact that your hands are grasping at his soft horns — his fucking horns, of all places — and he might like it.

uptight and strait-laced, you’ve never known the chief justice to be someone so easily flustered. yet here he is with heat crawling up his neck, so warm that you can feel it against your palms as they ghost over his skin.

you can’t help but laugh at his current situation.

he was vehemently against you coming anywhere near his hair at first, grumbling about how his horns were on the sensitive side and he would rather not have to go into work feeling uncomfortably aware of their presence on his head.

however, you were hard to deny with that little smile on your face and such soft hands grabbing at his arms, tugging him closer. a sweet voice chanting, "please, honey? pretty please?"

neuvillette has never been good at denying you what you want.

it’s how he ends up sitting at your shared vanity. you comb through his long hair, watching him with amusement in the mirror as he huffs and jolts with every brush of your fingers against his horns.

the fact that he was letting you get anywhere near them was surely a testament to his trust in you. he was completely vulnerable here, at your mercy.

“sorry,” you mumble disingenuously, clearly enjoying seeing your usually serious husband falling apart with a simple action. you quickly tie off the end of his hair with a bow and he sighs in relief, thinking that the torment is over.

it's far from over.

he draws a sharp breath when you lean forward and press two gentle kisses on him; one on either side of his head just beside his horns.

neuvillette glowers at you in the reflection, disapproval written all over his face. "stop that," he scolds.

you do, but only because you're worried he might melt into a puddle before your very eyes if you continue.

it becomes a daily routine after that, with him sitting patiently in front of the mirror while you brush and tie off his hair. and you always end it the same way: two kisses, a soft "have a good day at work," murmured against him, and a mischievous little smile that makes him sigh.

he responds everyday with the same two words. "stop that," with a narrow-eyed glare.

the day you do stop, he's confused and irritated.

not only because you have the audacity to throw a wrench into routine again, which you know he hates, but also because he can't figure out why he misses your lips so much.

"what are you doing? i am going to be late."

"hm?" you peer up lazily from your spot on the bed, still half asleep.

"you have to do my hair."

"i thought you didn't want me to, so i slept in today."

your husband is eerily silent for a moment as he mulls over your words. then, he carefully perches himself on the edge of the bed, back turned to you expectantly and still wordless.

no, he would never admit he likes it just a little bit — the vulnerability, the trust, the feeling of your hands threading through his hair, the intimacy of it. hell no.

but neuvillette doesn't have to say a lot of things for you to understand; not when the way his skin heats up says it all; not when you're the first person to touch his horns in centuries; not when he’s saying stop that with such an affectionate glimmer in his eyes.

you give him four kisses that morning, two on either side.