#and now I nap

[grantmentis]

I made a guide to navigating international women's hockey

[summertimemusician]

Warriors/Hyrule Warriors Focused WIP Sneak Peak

“... So, you came here not as the ‘Captain of the Knights of Hyrule’, or even as ‘The Hero Who Wields the Sword of Evil's Bane’...” You started, light and raspy and something close to hollow that made Warriors ache, you both breathing heavily and bloodied and bruised, and still standing, you were beautiful, taking the place of the late hyrulean sun as you had your knee to his chest and your dagger to his neck, but he wasn’t worried, not with you  “... But rather as an ‘old friend’?”

The way you practically spat the words through clenched, bared teeth would have been mistaken by loathing by anyone else, snake venom and the shape of winter winds in your eyes and mouth in your frigid fury, if he couldn’t tell how your usually steady hands shook like icicles in early spring. Knew as well as you did that all it would take is one slip of the blade and his neck would be split open.

“You heard me the first time, didn’t you?” he spoke calmly, breathing and taking you in as if that single moment would be your last.

(And maybe it might, if he didn't do this right.)

You paused, then a snort, then a chuckle, then a laugh, something close to a yowl, or maybe a howl as you sobbed.

Your blade misses his neck by inches, stabbing into the ground below and he doesn't flinch. Doesn't allow himself to flinch, knew you'd pounce on any hint of weakness and hesitation

“Aah… I suppose it’s my loss, Link.” You laughed, it was a bitter, ugly sound. Something that made him hurt and want to hold you in his arms as he did back then, in unwanted ballroom nights where you'd both slip to vacant rooms and talk about everything and nothing. When he felt comfortable speaking, when the vitriol of his fellow men didn't burn against his skin and the loathing both from others and himself for why the war started didn't tighten around his neck like a noose. When you'd both go horseback riding while on leave and you'd smile for him with all the brilliance of a star and all the sharpness of a blade, ready to take on the world so long as you were together.

He hated seeing you like this, broken down and ruined by war and thirst for justice never given, hated how he burned away pieces of himself and didn't think to look more into the situation before he lost you. 

(And why would he have? Good soldiers follow orders after all, even if it's against their own comrades.)

He missed you so, so much.

“It never ends, does it?” You snarled out, hurt and tired and something that was all the melancholy of a trapped animal, “You hurt me, you come back, I hurt you right back, you still return. I just can't keep doing this anymore.” You bare your teeth in a smile, half mocking, half desperate, “I can't even slit your throat to shut you up properly now, pathetic, isn't it, hero?” 

He felt flayed open, who knows, maybe it would be a kindness if you did slit his throat open. He'd prefer that in the place of seeing the one person he cared for the most a hollow mirror of their old self.

(He knew Mask, Linkle, Spirit, Tetra and the Sailor would give him a good shake for it. But he couldn't help it.

It wasn't the first time he considered ways to end the war after all.)

“It doesn't have to be like this,” He offered, somewhere between the charm he sometimes had to use when interrogating the enemy and a desperate plea, “We can do better, we can make things better.” 

“You really think I can just let it go? That they will also let it go?” You say, scoffing bitterly, “Everyone has seen me fighting you today, hero, all remember what I've done. The only route waiting for me is execution if I throw it all away now.” There's conviction in your voice, but hesitance in your gaze as he dares to place a hand over yours, over the sharpened, but old blade, the one he once gave you, “I hurt you, you hurt me. There's no going back from that.” 

You don't push him away, so he presses on with cautious hope in his breast, courage rekindled. He is so, so tired, but he'll be darned if he loses you a second time, he's come this far after all, “There isn't. But we can move forward from this, there's no need to let it go, but it's not too late to try and make things better either. Not yet anyway, I know you can't trust me after everything I've done to you, and I can't fully trust you after all you've done either, but I don't know about you, but I'm done with trying to hate you. I'm tired of letting those doubts turn into hate.”

Your grip tightens, suspicious as a fox in the face of a wolf, “And what makes you think I'm done hating you?”

“You wouldn't have let me keep speaking if you were.” He bites back, he doesn't have much time left until the rest of either of your companies arrive, “Come back with me, please.”

His tone is soft and kind, and something in your expression breaks, it is the conflict between loathing and grief and longing, all clashing spears and swords and none winning.

You let the blade go, and he doesn't waste any time holding you as you choke on a sob, doesn't mind the way one of your hands curls into a claw, cutting against his wounds. He's sure he's holding you a bit too tight too after all from the way you wheeze, but you don't push him away, and that's enough.

‘Finally.’

[waterlogged-detective]

Everyone must know that boots believes in magic and street magicians and if you wanted to you could convince him youre a wizard by stealing his nose

[lafortis]

I actually did 3-4 hours of preprogramming today :3 I'm getting better at this whole "having responsibilities" and "making my own life easier down the road" thing

[kazumasougi]

IM GOING TO TRANSFERRRRR

[sins-of-the-sea]

"Quite frankly, I'm rather relieved I am not subjected to the Hotness Meme like our writer predicted. For a while, my physical appearance was all certain individuals talked about. It was flattering for a while, but it got tiring."

"Don't jinx it, Rashid. The DILF crowd is still out there. Let's not summon them in hordes."

[spaciebabie]

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REEEVAMPED PINNED POST!! |NEW| NEW [NEW]!!

My comic, The W.A.R. Organization! (Currently on hiatus as I rewrite and brainstorm art stuff :])

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Posts that contain suggestive material but not outright nsfw are tagged as "suggestive." I don't use this tag too often, but you will frequently see a post tagged as this if it contains an image alluding to something sexual.

Posts that contain nsfw material are tagged as "nsft" (if i don't forget lol)

Community Labels are applied sometimes but it mostly depends on the content of the post. The "nsft" tag is a catch-all though so if those posts aren't your jive, be sure ta block it!

spacie spoinks -> rambling tag

spacie splains -> ask tag

spacie scribbles -> art tag

Also here's my sona since people have asked for it a lot (under the cut!) :>

[greykolla-art]

Charlie: “I’m so glad my most villain-coded friend is at full power again! 🥰💕”

*throws this to you angst goblins like raw steak* ❤️

(No I will not do a part 2!❤️)

[homunculus-argument]

me: Alright, time to re-pot this damn tree. Get out of that pot so I can change your soil. ficus: No. Die. me: I wasn't asking. Get out of there. ficus: SIR THAT'S MY EMOTIONAL SUPPORT ROOT NETWORK me: AND IT'S SHIT. Let go of that dirt, it has no nutritional value. You're literally gripping on sand. Let go. ficus: No, this is all I have! me: I'll give you new, better soil. Nutritious new dirt to grow in. ficus: Nuh-uh, I don't trust you. me: RELEASE THE DIRT YOU ROOTBOUND BITCH ficus: F U C K Y O U

[pippynsworld]

It was a long day...

[hinamie]

unconditionally

[mossymage]

reminder to give your ghost king lots and lots of smooches

[housecow]

plushhhh

[kedreeva]

You've made it to halfway through the week.

Please enjoy this video of Bug being lulled gently to sleep with pettings and soft words.

[wolfythewitch]

Girl what are you doing up there

[ftm-radio]

[SCENE: driving back from my appointment]

dad: ...am I going to have to teach you how to shave?

me: uh yeah! at some point, lol

dad: hm. well I can show you the way I prefer, with mug soap and a brush, because the aerosol cans are just no. I showed your brother my way and he likes it a lot better too...

dad: [rambles for a bit]

dad: ...it's really just another chore, you look in the mirror and go 'ugh I have to shave soon' so it's just one of those things you do every once in a while

me, externally: haha yeah, I can't wait :]

me, internally: he's talking about this like it's no big deal, it's not weird at all,,, he doesn't mind the idea of teaching me despite the fact that he never expected to be doing this with me,,,, he's my dad and he supports me even if he doesn't completely get it,,,