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the sillies except i'm projecting/putting my hcs on them

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too many dreams cut short 🍉

bashar is just one of many palestinians you can help continue their lives, dreams, futures, but time is running out and every second counts.

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life is tiring and hard, so please lets do what we can to take care of each other. RT, share, talk, draw, boycott - do whatever is accessible to you!

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Impa is such a hater in sksw and I love her for it

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one celebrates eid because his mother used to and one celebrates eid because she wants MONEY

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I FINALLY FINISHED THIS!! SEES + Ryoji wearing various outfits from my closet... this took me forever

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yukichie say free palestine ❤🤍💚

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i was crawling and twisting and screaming and crying my dear GIRL PALS!!!!!

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FINEEE i'll draw your stupid greek mythology people

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hair braiding

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catching up with old buddies

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Starving for an episode, I drew this.

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:D

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Guess who

LAVI !!!!!! HII

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Ummm idk how posting fanfics works here but I wrote a little Zelimpa oneshot and I thought I’d share it here

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Birds chirped as the sun fell over the princess’s eyes, waking her gently into a warm embrace. The actual warm embrace she felt however, came from a certain white haired individual, whose arms clung to Zelda’s waist securely. Rubbing her eyes, the blonde tried to discern how the two ended up in such a situation.

The day prior, Zelda and Impa found themselves traversing through the Faron woods in search of someone who could give them information that might help Zelda feel more connected with the land. Perhaps if she became engrossed with the history, unlocking her power at the spring would prove an easier task.

“Your Majesty,” there was that voice of pity again, “It’s getting late, perhaps we should seek shelter?” Golden beams sliced through the canopy as the setting sun illuminated the woods before them.

The princess groaned mentally, she was stubborn but she found that Impa was more so. They had not made nearly enough progress. Even if Zelda insisted she was fine and did not need rest, Impa would not give up on escorting her to safety.

“I suppose you are right.” Despite her efforts, her words came out sounding sad, with a twinge of anger.

Impa, ever stoic, nodded silently. Did nothing phase her? Zelda was feeling rather annoyed, and Impa’s inate ability to remain calm was only fueling the fire.

They continued to walk about the dense jungle, Impa scanning the land and Zelda’s eyes glued to the ground.

“This cave is shallow, so I doubt we’ll have trouble with keese, and it will shelter us from the weather. Is this spot okay with you, princess?”

Zelda merely nodded, afraid that if she tried to speak, nothing but choked sobs would escape her lips.

As Impa set down their bag, Zelda found herself staring as she often did. The swift movements of the Sheikah were engrossing, the way her hair cascaded over her shoulders, the way her brown eyes practically glowed in the setting sun, the way her brow furrowed in focus. All of it, the princess concluded, was utterly irritating.

Long had she been tormented by thoughts of the royal advisor. It certainly did not make unlocking her powers any easier.

“Is there something on my face?” Impa fiddled with her hands anxiously. Zelda’s gaze had not gone unnoticed like she had hoped.

“Ah! Sorry, no… it’s nothing” Her feet became incredibly interesting right then, she simply could not tear her eyes away from them. Nor could she meet Impa’s gaze.

“You should get some rest, Princess. I will keep watch so please don’t worry.”

“…And when will you rest?”

“I’m not tired.” Impa lied, after a long pause.

Silence between the two was typically pleasant; today however, it felt tense.

“I want to stay up a while longer, I’ll warm up by the fire before I sleep.”

“As you wish, your majesty.”

The princess took a seat next to her advisor, a bit too close to her advisor actually. Moving away though, would admit that she had sat too close and things were awkward enough as is. Impa probably didn’t mind anyway, right? After all, the closer the princess was to her the easier it would be to protect her.

Despite her insistence to stay awake, Zelda fought an uphill battle against her drooping eyelids. Of course she was tired; she had spent all day on her feet, stressing about the power she still did not have. Her last thoughts before drifting off to sleep were about Impa: Why was she so patient with Zelda? Why did she always insist on protecting her when she had a knight to do so? Why wasn’t she pushing Zelda off of her shoulder? Why was she petting her head as she fell asleep at her side?

For Impa, the princess showing vulnerability around her was rare, yet absolutely welcome. She works entirely too hard, and was far too tough on herself, the advisor would say. Sleep had trouble finding her majesty. So if sleeping on Impa would allow her some proper rest, then so be it.

Once it was obvious that Zelda had slipped into a deep slumber, her advisor attempted to move her to a cot, so that she would not cramp her already stiff neck. Zelda however, was clearly unsatisfied with being removed from her advisor’s shoulder, as she clung to Impa with a strength she did not think possible.

“Well… now what…” Impa pondered, currently planked over the princess as if playing a game of twister. It would be difficult to pry herself from Zelda’s grip without bonking their foreheads together and lethargy made it difficult to continue troubleshooting. So she did the only logical thing, fell asleep right where Zelda held her.

Zelda, although surprised, did not move. White hair lay illuminated around Impa’s tranquil face in an ironic halo. Having her advisor, her best friend, her saving grace right here in her embrace was enough to satisfy her for a lifetime. And yet, it was not enough. The princess longed to reach her hand up: to brush aside the hair from the advisor’s face, to cusp her soft cheek, to caress her lips, to make her feel even just a fraction of Zelda’s love. Her mind however, hindered her heart, and her hand would not move from her side. So, to make up for it, she closed her eyes again and snuggled just a little closer to Impa… Zelda could have sworn she just heard a contented sigh.

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Dungeon Meshi fancast dropped

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