Wilbur's gaze falls wearily past his column of cigarette smoke. Past the bleary gray of nicotine, a bouquet of yellow flowers swims into view, uncharacteristically vibrant against the muddy concrete; clasped around their stems were the small hands of a little girl.
"Papa?"
Behind the flowers was a little face, framed by curly auburn hair; the sun turns her chocolate eyes golden as they stare innocently at him. Wilbur's jaw goes slack.
She's the spitting image of all the people he's ever loved.
me: finally im able to cope with how much i hate totk and can fuel that energy into other things :)
nintendy: the shiekah tech just dissappeared and no one knows why or cares enough to investigate it lol. lmao. its gone bc the calamity is gone or something even tho it literally isnt bc ganondorf is right there haha lol, stop asking, why do you care. just forget it existed and look at that sexy goatman and glue instead!! glue! isnt that wild?? also its totally a direct, 100% same universe and exact same characters, despite them act totally out of character, sequel to botw-
how hilarious would it be if part of Stede's over-the-top dreams about Ed involve them sloppily making out on the beach. like if we see that within the first five minutes of episode 1
My big-brained friend @nortedwayfinder and I like to imagine that food shortage is a prominent part of aosth. Sometimes the children are on the run for a while and can’t stop safely, or simply run out of money or friendly faces to rely on for charity, and that means they sometimes go days without eating.
Angsty, right? Haha (kinda) WRONG !!!
Because Sonic and Tails are masters of improv and being public nuisances alike. Tails gets nabbed?? He’s actually in the kitchen the whole time robotnik is busy monologuing, stuffing his face and stealing snacks to save for Sonic when he arrives.
Because if some dude is gonna burden you with the weight of growing up super fast and make an 11 year old and a toddler the sole guardians of the peace then you should be able to clean out his refrigerator. like fuck you and ur stupid shrink ray ivo im taking the thin mints
Person A giving their partner B strict rules that if theyre with each other, B is not allowed to use the bathroom unless they ask for permission first. And A has the final say on what theyre allowed to go in. Today, it's a diaper. B stubbornly chooses to hold it in retaliation, but they picked the worst day to do so. A prepared such a big meal for them that, after a couple of hours, they can practically feel their full bladder and bowels making their gut swell below the waistline of their diaper. B tries to hide their discomfort, sneaking a few rubs to their aching belly, but all they can think about is how good it would feel to let go. They feel a little dribble in their diaper, and a miserable moan slips past their lips, drawing A's attention. Their gaze casually lands on B as if their partner isnt holding back a geyser.
"What is it my love?"
B's face is red and they let out a small whine in response. A coos, "Are you okay baby? Come here." A pulls B into their lap, the sudden movement jostling their stomach, and another leak drips out. A wraps their arms around B's midsection, the pressure squeezing out something more airy and smelly. B feels a weight drop in their stomach, and they suddenly cant take it anymore.
"I HAVE TO GO POTTY!" B cries out. Theyre already starting to piddle in their diaper, and something is beginning to crown against their butthole.
"Mmhm," A says calmly. "And what are you supposed to say when you have to go?
"PLEASE!" B wails. "PLEASE LET ME USE MY DIAPER!" Their poop is already poking out. A little bulge begins to form in their diapered bottom.
"Why didnt you ask sooner? Go ahead my dear."
The first thing that comes is a wave of urine, soaking the front and back of their diaper, turning it into a bloated yellow cushion. A moment after the flood starts, a loud bbBBLOrp comes from B's bottom as they push and grunt out the results of the day's massive feast. The solid loaf slides into their pamper and is followed by a much softer poop with the texture of wet mud. There was so much, B felt like it might breach the legholes of their diaper. But B gave a final strained push that resulted in a wet, stomach-relieving fart into their mess. B let out a soft noise that ended in them collapsing back into A, their legs spread over A's lap while they finished peeing.
A simply smirked and kissed their exhausted partner, rubbing their stomach and their now bloated diaper.