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pine-needle-scuffle · 7 months
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absolute FOOL has trapped her self in a bra
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keckyc · 1 year
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Someone needs to draw this beautiful doofus. Where are her arms? Why is she in half? What does she need such straight legs for?
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mourninglamby · 6 months
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best goddamn days of your whole life
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chalkrub · 3 months
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linocuts from recently :^)
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not-another-robin · 7 months
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Every year on Halloween Dick somehow manages to dress Alfred the cat as Alfred the person
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chipper-smol · 1 month
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you cant do this to me we’ve known each other for less than 30 minutes
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bklily · 7 months
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he's the Boyfailure to her Girlboss in every universe
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riveluart · 11 months
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Bad Luck Charm
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bonefall · 4 months
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How do the researchers react to the clan cats leaving the lake for a time?
You mean the little patrols they send out?
They aren't aware of them, EXCEPT for the Beaver Expedition that Dovepaw was on. They found out about that one because they got a phone call from the team in charge of the beaver introduction.
It was NERVE WRACKING. Both teams were terrified the other would injure their subjects. They were horrified when the cats dug out the top of the dam and pulled the squealing baby beavers out, thinking this was going to end BADLY, but practically cried in relief and excitement when the Clan cats baited the parents towards the lake.
(I like to imagine someone on the beaver team ended up hitting it off with someone on the Clan cat team. The wedding cake was cats and beavers.)
But generally? They don't know about expeditions. Sometimes they catch them leaving, but don't have the funding to chase them down.
Clan cats are also not under constant surveillance. Very important to understand this. Clan cats will attack anything that upsets them and good cameras are expensive; they snuck one into the ThunderClan Camp once in like 2009, and Firestar dug it up at the stake and dropped it down the WindClan border ravine because it was freaking his warriors out.
(The cats don't understand that the cameras watch; they just don't like the Freaky Human Thing)
So the team has to be careful, not install too many, and hide the ones they do have. They don't want the cats to move again.
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so-i-did-this-thing · 5 months
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Still a lot to unpack, but the high priority things are in place
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prince-liest · 1 month
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Do you think you'd ever want to write something about cursed cat alastor? I feel like you could make "al gets turned into a cat lolol" about the metaphysical horror of losing your autonomy and identity or something wild like that.
Also along with being a fantastic character writer, you are also hysterical so it would be equally upsetting as funny I think
I was going to say that my interest in cursed cat Alastor primarily takes the form of looking at art of a hilarious tiny little vibrating ball of malice and unholy intentions, but then I read the rest of the ask and I have to admit, anon, you have me fucking pegged to a T, that is exactly how I'd write that, LMAO.
God. "Character turned into a cat" is such a time-honored fanfic staple for, like, characters who need help and love (and possibly assistance recovering from a giant chest wound) but are fully unwilling to accept it normally, and so get turned into a helpless creature that everyone as a standard accepts as needing to be cared after with a side bonus of "nobody knows it's them so it's a little more okay" and also "they can still lash out and be ornery and it's kind of taken for granted because, well: cat".
It would suit Alastor SO perfectly. The forced, unwilling exchange of control and bodily autonomy for freely provided care would make him SO unwell. Humans anthropomorphize the stress behaviors of cute animals in ways that ignore or infantilize them all the time. I think we should inflict that on Alastor until he fucking snaps. Did you know cats can growl? They don't do it unless they're very upset.
And Lucifer would NEVER get to consume a single cup of coffee before it smashes to smithereens on the kitchen floor as long as Alastor remains a cat.
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anarchomuffin · 1 month
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im almost to the end of alabasta and this is what i think of the strawhats so far
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cozylittleartblog · 10 months
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that anime sure could midwest
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rabbits-rib · 20 days
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hiiiiii!! <3 it's me again, so the habit has pet cats, right? shows this on Tribetwelve, so could you do hcs where your partner actually likes cats and gets acquainted with their habit pet cats, please? Thank you very much in advance 💕🐇
hi 💕!!! i can totally do that for you, that's so cute !!!! i did notice that u were off anon when u sent this in, so i'm answering it like this just incase it was a mistake :) let me know if you want me to post with the original ask though!!
🐇 HABIT x gn!reader that loovveesss the kitties :))
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AWWWWWW
he likes it when you talk back to them like they're people
or if you just meow back and forth with one of them
thinks it's adorable
he wouldn't say that, but he's definitely leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed and smiling, waiting for you to notice him while you're CLEARLY mid-very-important-conversation with one of them
cats go on the bed
he doesn't need to really sleep too often, but he'll occasionally jump in with you and the cats to hold them like chunky babies
you end up spoiling the cats with treats trying to get them to like and get used to you the first little while
they end up LOVING you
they like to bug you when you're doing things- trying to get in the way of everything, eat whatever you're eating, etc.
if you're the type to yell/scream/do a big dramatic gasp when something happens, you're gonna scare the hell out of him by accident
there's gonna be a day where one of the cats knocks a book off the desk and the noise scares you enough to freak out for a minute
he HATES to say it but he next to sprinted to where you were at
lil mf is keeled over laughing at why you got so freaked out
thinks it's the funniest thing that you're dating him, and you were scared of a lil chunky cat
y'all are the sweetest with these cats though :)
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skyward-floored · 6 months
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Whumptober Day 19: Psychological
I’ve been meaning to do something like this to Legend in particular for a while now, I finally had an excuse with today’s prompt (though all of them were a little weird...). I’ve also been getting Legend a lot I realized... oops.
Warnings: not too much. themes of loss/grief, heavy on the hurt/comfort
Read on ao3
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It was the perfect kind of day for lazing around.
Warm and sunny, with a cool breeze that rustled against the palm trees and stopped the sunshine from being too hot. The ocean waves rolling in the background, and the occasional cry of a seagull lending to the sleepy atmosphere.
Legend sighed happily, and rested his head on Marin’s where they were flopped together in the grass.
“You’re being so clingy, Link,” she teased as he nestled in, and he held on a little tighter, making her squeak in surprise.
“I only just got you back, I’m going to enjoy every second,” he said determinedly, and she laughed, the sound musical and warm.
Goddesses he’d missed her.
He’d had a quiet hope during all of the time he’d been traveling through portals with the other heroes that maybe... somehow... he’d find Marin again. They were traveling through time, right? Anything was possible... maybe she was alive and well somewhere.
He hadn’t dared to hope too loud, but then the most recent portal they’d gone through had left them on a beach by the ocean. His only warning had been a shocked gasp before he’d turned around and found himself being hugged by the girl he thought he’d never see again.
Marin.
He sighed in happiness, and he knew Marin was smiling at him, her hair tickling his chin.
“I really missed you,” he admitted quietly, voice still thick from his earlier tears, and Marin hummed, nestling into his arms.
“Me too, Link.”
The shouts of the others as they messed around in the water drifted by on the wind, and Legend closed his eyes, content to stay exactly where he was. He hadn’t felt this relaxed in ages, not since they’d last been able to rest at the ranch, and he was going to enjoy every second of it.
Something flickered in his mind then, and the noise of the others momentarily grew.
Legend opened his eyes, something cold suddenly trickling through his chest, and he sat up, taking his head off of Marin’s.
“Link?” she asked, and Legend looked at her, studying her features. Brown eyes, red hair, freckles dusted across her nose... just like he remembered.
She sat up as well, and he put a hand on her cheek, feeling her skin under his palm, warm from the sunshine. Legend carefully rubbed a thumb under her eye as he looked at her, her eyebrows raised. She looked exactly like he remembered. Exactly the same, but why...
“Link, what’s wrong?” she asked again, and Legend looked at their surroundings, then back at her, trying to focus on her face again.
He couldn’t quite do it.
The cold feeling grew, settling deep into his chest, and the world faded around the edges, just a bit. Dread began to overtake him, and Legend took Marin’s hands in his, feeling at her skin with shaking fingers.
She felt real. She felt real and looked real and sounded real, and earlier when she’d suddenly kissed him she’d tasted real, but—
But—
“This is a dream,” he choked out, and Marin looked at him, her brown eyes brimming with sadness.
“It is,” she said quietly.
Legend held on to her still, almost desperately, but the world was fading the more he tried to cling to it, the ocean slipping away, Marin’s brown eyes fading the longer he looked at them.
“I’m sorry Link,” she said gently, then disappeared with everything else.
Legend woke up alone.
He opened his eyes, staring dully at the ceiling, and swallowed, closing them again with a shaking sigh. That dream. Again.
His fists clenched as he tried to get his emotions under control and not think about it. Anger and grief and a swirl of all sorts of other awful feelings raced through him without his permission, and he clutched at his blanket, shaking slightly.
He hated that dream. He hated it.
He’d had it multiple times since he’d come on this stupid quest, and every time was worse. Every time he desperately let himself believe that it was real, that they had gone through a portal and he had found Marin, but every single time he woke up.
Legend swallowed thickly, scrubbing his arm over his face, and only feeling more angry when the sleeve got damp. Great. He’d been crying in his sleep.
And the worst thing was, it had been tears of joy.
“Legend?”
He flinched, and wiped his face again before glancing beside him, seeing Wind and Hyrule both awake and looking at him, some of the others stirring.
“Are you okay?” Wind asked in concern, and Legend turned away, his shoulders hitching up.
“Fine,” he choked out, then threw his blanket off and left the room they’d all been sleeping in.
All of them except for Time of course, who was sleeping in his own bed with his red-haired wife who’d probably triggered his stupid dream because he only ever had it when they were here—
Legend forced himself not to stomp down the stairs or slam the door as he went outside, despite how sorely he was tempted. He’d let the others get some sleep at least.
He certainly wasn’t going to get any more.
Legend sat down with an angry huff on the steps of the porch of the farmhouse, his elbows on his knees. Resting his chin on his hands, he glared out at the mostly-darkened fields as his breath shook, lit only by a thin sliver of moon. A cricket was chirping somewhere, and Legend listened to it, struggling to calm down.
He wasn’t going to cry. It had just been a dream. It hadn’t been real, so there was no reason to cry about it.
An owl hooted, and he tensed up, hunching over and burying his head in his hands.
He wasn’t.
The door behind him creaked, and Legend snapped his head up, prepared to send one of the others back upstairs with a sharp word, but the words died in his throat as Malon stepped through the doorway, her red hair almost brown in the shadows.
Great. It was the last person he wanted to see right now.
“Sorry if I woke you,” Legend muttered as Malon crossed the porch over to him, wrapped in a shawl against the chill.
“Oh you didn’t,” she said, looking back at the house. “Wind and Hyrule were whispering right outside my door, and they woke me up.”
Legend huffed out a small laugh, and looked out at the darkened fields again. “Sounds about right.”
“...May I sit?” Malon asked, gesturing to the steps.
Legend shrugged, not looking at her. It wasn’t like he could stop her, they were her steps.
Malon hummed, and settled herself down next to him, Legend relaxing slightly at the distance she left between them. At least she was giving him space.
A bit of her hair caught the moonlight, and Legend swallowed, looking at his feet.
He wasn’t thinking about it. Nope.
“I’m sorry to pry hon, but... I’ve noticed you don’t seem to sleep well when you’re here,” Malon suddenly spoke up, her voice gentle. Legend stiffened. “Is there any way we can make things more comfortable for you? I know it’s stuffy being crammed in that room with seven other boys.”
“No, it’s plenty comfortable,” Legend muttered, not looking at her. “It’s not... it’s not that.”
Malon was silent for a minute, and Legend slightly curled in on himself, wishing he’d taken his blanket with him. It was kind of cold out here, and he hadn’t even put on socks or anything.
A part of him was relieved it wasn’t warm though. It made it easier to keep the memory of his balmy dream away.
“You know, I’ve sat on this porch in the middle of the night many a time,” Malon said softly, looking up at the moon. “When I was a little girl now and then, but mostly right after me and Link were married. He’d try not to wake me, but his adventures left a lot behind. He rarely slept through the night. Still doesn’t, sometimes.”
She breathed in, and let out a deep sigh, looking over at Legend with a sad look in her eyes.
“I hate to think you’ve been through even half as much as him,” she said softly, and Legend hated the sting that started up in his eyes. “And I know a few kind words aren’t going to fix any of that. Especially from me, I know you don’t prefer my company.”
“...What?” Legend startled, and looked at her.
“Well, I assumed you weren’t too fond of me since you always avoid me when you boys end up here,” she said in surprise, and Legend stared at her, then shook his head, just stopping himself from letting out a bitter laugh.
Of course. Of course he’d pushed her away and made her think he hated her.
He was awfully good at that, wasn’t he?
“No, no Malon, you’re not...” he tried to explain, but his voice caught in his throat, a sudden lump making it impossible to speak. He swallowed thickly, and Malon waited patiently for him to finish, remaining silent as he tried to gather himself, not pushing.
Legend swallowed again, and looked over at her.
“You look... like someone I lost,” Legend said thickly, and closed his eyes against the tears gathering in his eyes. “I-I wasn’t trying...”
His voice broke, and he harshly cleared his throat, nearly shaking with the effort not to cry. A hand cautiously settled over his own, and Legend looked down at it, his lip quivering.
He couldn’t cry, he wouldn’t cry, he refused—
“Oh hon, I’m so sorry,” Malon said in a gentle, grieved voice, and Legend couldn’t stop the sob that hiccuped out of him.
Malon immediately scooted closer, and Legend didn’t resist when she gathered him into her arms, shaking as he entirely broke down. It was like a dam had burst, and Legend sobbed into Malon’s arms, equally hating himself for crying and feeling utterly overwhelmed at the emotions that were rushing past his defenses.
He’d only let himself cry for Marin and Koholint once before. But now all the grief and guilt were pouring out, with him unable to stop them one bit, and he choked on another sob, tears pouring down his cheeks.
He hated crying.
Malon held him the whole time while he sobbed, gently rocking him, running a hand through his hair. Her arms were warm and tight, and Legend wondered distantly if his mother would have held him like this if she’d still been alive.
It could have been a couple minutes or an hour later, but Legend’s tears finally slowed, and he sighed, feeling entirely rung out.
Malon ran a hand over his head, and Legend felt heat rise in his cheeks, embarrassment hitting him almost as hard as the sudden surge of emotion had earlier. He’d just spent the last however long it had been crying onto a woman he’d only met a handful of times, and his tear-stained cheeks felt hot.
He quickly raised his head and wiped his eyes, and Malon gave him a gentle smile.
“Better?” she asked, and Legend gave her an awkward nod, sniffling a little. He did feel better, come to think of it.
“Sorry I—” he began to apologize, but Malon stopped him, squeezing his shoulder.
“No trouble at all, hon.”
Legend stared at her, then nodded, ducking his head down. He still felt wrung out and embarrassed, and the ache was still there if he thought too hard about the dream that had woken him, but... he also felt warm.
Like everything would be okay.
...He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt like that.
Legend exhaled, and when Malon tucked her shawl over him, he found himself leaning into it.
Neither of them said anything else, and they sat together on the porch for a long time, Malon occasionally running a hand over Legend’s hair, until the sky began to change from navy to pink, stars winking out.
And after that night, whenever Legend found himself at the ranch, he slept the entire night through.
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chipper-smol · 2 years
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my cat Finesse will sit over his bowl and stare at me until I put it on the carpet so im gonna make fun of him in dragon form
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