#stubborn smile

[eggy-the-boy]

I need them to sword fight next season and I need it to go exactly like this. 

[happi-dreams]

bathtime!! :D

[cybersteal]

Mitch is giving them an earful for their reckless driving because every time they come back from a patrol he has to spend half a day fixing their rides before they can go back out again.

They insist that they only drive that way so that poor Mitch has something to do, and doesn't get bored.

They do it out of love 😂🥰🤭

[mishy-mashy]

Kudo makes funny facial expressions

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Febuwhump Day 3 - "Bite Down on This"

For @smilesrobotlover and her wonderful King of the Gerudo blorbos!

Things hadn't exactly gone according to plan.

The monster horde near Fort Hateno had needed to be addressed quickly. Although the soldiers had held it at bay fairly well, Link wanted to defend his home and had rushed to its aid. Mipha had joined him.

Everything had been fine until the blood moon had come in the middle of the fight.

Link supposed it wasn't a complete disaster - they'd still won, after all. But goddess above, at what cost?

Mipha whimpered a bit as she tried to sit up a little more. Link gently put pressure on her shoulders to get her to relax.

"Please," he nearly begged. "You've done enough, Mipha. Just let me help."

His beloved wilted a little at his tone, her love for him fighting against her worry for the other soldiers. Link adored her for her compassion, but by Hylia she could be stubborn.

Well. He could be too, he supposed. Both their parents had commented that if they could have children they would be the most hardheaded beings on the planet.

The current dilemma, though, was due to Mipha's stubbornness, and his own would win out in this fight. Mipha had gotten an arrow to her leg, and it had impaled all the way through. The scream she'd let out was still ringing in Link's ears, making his skin crawl. Ever since he'd almost lost her to the Calamity, any injury she received was like being thrown back to that awful day. His heart was still racing just thinking about it.

The injury itself was painful to look at it, but Link knew Mipha's healing skills were more than enough to take care of it. The issue was that she'd spent her energy healing the Hylian soldiers all around her instead, and at this point she was too exhausted.

"Why do you do this to yourself?" he murmured, not really expecting an answer as he traced his finger around the wound.

"I have to help," Mipha answered quietly, a little browbeaten.

Link felt bad for making her guilty over such a gift, for such tender and considerate love for all. He sighed, cupping her cheeks with his hands. "I know. But... you can't help others if you wear yourself out. You worry me."

Mipha sighed, leaning into his touch and closing her eyes. "I'm sorry, Link."

Link tapped her face with his thumb, making her look at him. He didn't say anything more, but he leaned in for a quick kiss before leaning back and letting her go. He sifted through his bag a little before finding a spare belt. He felt his insides grow a little cold as he pulled it out. He'd used this item time and again when handling his own wounds, but...

Goddess, he really wished they didn't have to keep fighting like this. Hyrule had known peace for so long.

He couldn't imagine a better partner in battle, though.

"Bite down on this," he ordered as he offered the belt to her. Mipha took it and complied without argument, knowing what was coming.

Link found himself wishing desperately that he had even an ounce of Mipha's healing magic. He seemed the least magically inclined person by his own observations - Zelda, Mipha, Urbosa, Daruk... even Revali to a degree had some kind of magical ability to their name. He supposed his magic was his fighting prowess.

It absolutely paled in comparison.

What good was such magic in the face of the others? The only closest equivalent was Urbosa, whose abilities were really only utilized for violence such as his. Link had never been ashamed of his gifts before, but in this moment he wished so desperately that his hands could heal more so than hurt.

It's not hurting. It's defending. And that's equally important, he reminded himself.

And then he glanced again at Mipha, who could both heal and defend. His heart swelled, a smile pulling at his lips. Goddess, he loved her.

Mipha gave him a bewildered look for a moment before softening and returning the smile. But then she grimaced as she moved her leg a little, and Link focused on the moment again, warmth forgotten.

Positioning her leg a little better, Link visualized both sides of the arrow where it pierced all the way through. In her state, Mipha wasn't likely to be able to heal the wound for at least a few hours, so he'd have to stop the bleeding in the best way he knew how. He prayed she could heal herself sooner rather than later as... well...

Tourniquets hurt. But the risk for further injury and bleeding and infection were too high to sit on this.

He glanced at Mipha, silently asking if she was ready. She nodded, face determined, though her nervous wringing of her hands belayed her anxiety.

Link pushed the shaft with a fast, fluid motion. He wasn't sure if the whimper that escaped his beloved was better or worse than a scream. His hands went back to her face quickly, leaning his forehead against hers in comfort before he eased the belt out of her clenched jaw and tied it around her thigh. Mipha gasped in pain as he tightened it, watching the bleeding slow and then stop entirely.

Mipha leaned against the wall, sighing, her eyes closed tightly. Link shuffled to sit beside her and pulled her to him.

"I'm sorry," he mumbled. I'm sorry I can't heal like you can.

"Don't--ah!--don't be," Mipha said shakily, huddling closer to him. "You h-helped me. Thank you."

Link sighed heavily. Mipha just couldn't help being nice. One of these days he was going to kidnap her to some beautiful place where she didn't have to lead, worry, heal, or do anything for at least a week and he could just take care of her.

"I'll be able to heal it soon, I think," Mipha noted.

Link nodded, pulling away before scooping her into his arms. She yelped in surprise, making him smile.

"Well, in the meantime, I'll take care of you."

[tickles-tea]

Current obsession: Miguel having to desperately fight to stay still for chin scratches because it’s really soothing and feels good but it’s also ridiculously ticklish

[mcdannowave]

And you’re his ‘Sunshine’ 🌈

[wejustvibing]

i did this for her

[baby-xemnas]

a type of guy

(they couldnt be more different)

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[discount-kirishima]

the more i think about it the angrier i get about the constant mischaracterization of katara i need to fucking bite someone

[guttersniper]

@vitalphenomena as andy said: you should be like a nail.

and then we danced.

she stares at him. he stares at her. it's all very sergio leone. (mutt must have seen that movie three times, at least, and in a different language each time, when it was new and top-billed.)

he reaches first for the proverbial pistol in the side-holster. " i'll nail you to the wall, then, if you bring it up again. "

violent threat his words might be, he doesn't mean it. doesn't mean his voice or expression has to give that away. she should know him better than to expect that.

[c10v3r]

can u,,,,,,,,, dra,w leafpin???,

sorry for taking a while with this heres ur silly sapphics

[simptasia]

i am amused by the thought of somebody watching lost cuz of me and being like "...jack is a lot more annoying than i thought he'd be"

[nicgoldomens]

Looking forward to Good Omens season 3 where Aziraphale and Crowley are not speaking to each other but Aziraphale still orders Muriel to bring Crowley up in the lift to Heaven every day just to have secretive angry sex in his office then they glare at each other and Crowley stalks off back to Earth leaving the office door wide open and Aziraphale slams it shut

[little-mouse-adventures]

Based on the facts that Artemis:

was able to perfectly portray the emotions regarding remembering and being sad about Julius and did so to try and ease the suffering of someone to whom he didn't really 'know' at the time

has canonically worked at a bake sale with his mother

undoubtedly knows the intricacies of each business his family owns and runs down to the specific requirements of the housekeeping staff at the hotel chain be bought out

I propose the idea that he would have a truly spectacular Customer Service Persona, which he detests with every fiber of his being but continues to use as needed because it makes everyone think he is a Nice Young Lad™ and keeps him in as many good graces as possible