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electrozeistyking · 21 days

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Imagine making a certain face so often that your toddler does it when they're doing an impression of you. Also what Beanie looks like without her hair in a braid or ponytail eyyyy

#murder drones #murder drones au #ghost drone au #n really couldn't wrangle out her of that hair huh #beanie doorman #murder drones oc #nuzi fankid #murder drones n #technically speaking #his dialogue is there

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cafecourage · 1 month

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Sky ran his hand over his soulmate stone for the umpteenth time that evening. It was, as usual, quietly muttering. He loved your voice, even when they were complaining about how it should be illegal for someone to be as distractingly pretty as he is. He listened to you, oscillating back and forth between protests against being so infatuated with him and sheepish admissions of how important he is to you, a smile slowly splitting across his face. Something about it made his heart feel all warm and fuzzy. He was sure he was grinning like an idiot, not that he cared.

Years ago, he’d carved a small casing for the stone out of some of the wood recovered when his childhood home was demolished. The promise of his future protected by the sturdy wood that had sheltered him through his youth. Somehow, it seemed right. Settling his handmade necklace back under his shirt, beside his heart where it belongs, he pulled out his harp and began plucking at the strings, making up notes as he went. The sound drew the attention of his fellow Links, and the lovesick smile on his face won him a few teasing laughs. Sky ignored them, choosing to focus on the sense of warmth and completion he gets even from just the sound of their voice.

He remembered the day he’d gotten his soulmate stone as if it were yesterday. He’d literally choked on air when he saw the face of his beloved for the first time. His heart ached at the reminder that he hasn’t seen you since. It’s been five years and he worries, sometimes, in the quiet of the night that he might never meet you. He’s been all over the surface, met so many people. His era isn’t particularly populated, and you don’t look like you belong with any of the groups other than the Skyloftians of his era. He’d lost too many nights of sleep to those worries. The only thing that soothes them is clutching his soulmate stone tightly to his chest, as if you might somehow feel the weight of his love -- and his hug -- through the action alone.

He shook his head abruptly, clearing away those thoughts before the tears could start. He plays his harp with a little more intensity. This journey, he’s decided, has given him some hope. He can go to so many more places now, and he’s met groups and towns he never could have imagined before. Maybe, by some ironic twist of fate, you hadn’t been born in his era. But that didn’t mean he’d never find you. He would find you. He had to, for his own sake. If he couldn’t convince you to go back to Skyloft with him, well… he shook his head again. Best not to dwell on painful thoughts. He would do whatever it took to have you in his life, even if he had to follow you to the ends of reality. He would give up everything to be with you. He’d never met you, but he knew.

He felt it in his soul before he realized what he was doing. It was a prayer he’d made, silent and aloud, time and again throughout his life. Please let today be the day. It had never been answered, even when he asked Zelda directly. He felt his wish echo through his soul, his body, his harp, and even Fi from where she shat in her sheath beside him. The music, his hope, flowed through the very air around him until it began to pulsate with an ancient energy. Sky’s playing stopped abruptly, but the crackling energy around him did not. Fi buzzed with a warning.

It took a few seconds of panic for him to realize he had not done this. Not directly, anyway. Sky doesn’t have magic of his own. This can’t be his own doing. The magic started to swirl. It created a vortex that sucked up everything in the camp. The next thing Sky knew, he was in a different Hyrule. The others were here, too. It seemed like all their bags had been switched, though. Wild ended up with Sky’s things. Sky had Time’s stuff, somehow.

This Hyrule was strange. The streets were made of a single piece of stone that was painted down the middle. The nearest building had a sign on it that said “Cafe Courage.” He could have sworn he had heard you talking about a cafe by that name before. Speaking of, soulmate stone was quiet, for the first time since he’d obtained it. His heart dropped to his stomach, up to his throat, and back again as he realized the implications. You were nearby. You had to be. Otherwise his stone would still be vibrating with your constant chatter. His necklace weighed heavily against his chest.

He barely had seconds to process this before the demon’s portals started opening. They were surrounded by monsters: too many monsters. The Links were easily outnumbered ten to one. Sky grabbed Time’s Biggorn sword, but the blood of the first monster he slashed came back black. Swearing, he cast a quick glance around the battlefield. Everyone else appeared to be fighting black blooded monsters, too. His chest tightened as he realized all these monsters were infected. Then, he saw something that made his heart stop.

You. You were on the battlefield somehow. From the looks of it, you had been walking in the general vicinity when you got swept up in this fight. You’d gotten a frying pan from somewhere and were brandishing it with an admirable amount of courage for someone clearly unused to combat. He hated seeing you there, but he also couldn’t suppress the overwhelming urge to hug you. As worried as he was, for a couple seconds his face was split by his second lovestruck grin of the afternoon.

The moment was shattered when one of the monsters landed a hit on you. You went flying and Sky was seeing red. He screamed with a primal rage he hasn’t felt in his whole life. He was angrier even than he had been when Zelda was tortured in front of him. He wanted to catch you, to protect you, but he couldn’t. He was surrounded by infected monsters, as were all of his brothers-at-arms.

He wracked his brain, searching for a solution. He couldn’t use his whip — he didn’t have his bag. He had Time’s bag instead. Hold on a second. Time’s bag! Sky remembered him telling stories of the Fierce Deity mask. He didn’t have any better ideas. He dug desperately through Time’s bag as you hit the ground with a panic-inducing crash. Another monster stood over you, ready to kill you while you were down. He slammed the mask onto his face with a furious howl.

He was suddenly much taller. He felt funny, but more powerful than he had ever been. The chatter of thoughts in his head suddenly went quiet. His focus was absolute as he tore through the crush of monsters to get to you. He grabbed the bokoblin that was advancing on you by the scruff of its neck and tossed it over his shoulder like it was nothing. He knelt down before you and reached to cup your cheek. He was surprised, momentarily, that his heart rate didn’t increase.

All his emotions seemed muted. He was struggling a little to even remember how he behaved normally. He looked into your pretty eyes, and you didn’t seem afraid of him. Your eyes were wide with recognition and morbid curiosity. You knew who he was, and — somehow — you knew what he’d done when he put the mask on. The only thought in his head that seemed truly his at the moment was that this was not how he wanted your first impression of him to go.

He scooped you up, careful not to harm you. The odd beast in this mask gave a small, contented purr when he cradled you to his chest. The Deity seemed fond of you, but Sky chose not to dwell on that. He had to save his brothers, and he had to make sure the cafe you had worked so hard for remained unharmed. Using Time’s biggoron sword, he fought one-handed as he held you in his other arm.

He makes quick work of the rest of the monsters. He sets you down gently on the sidewalk in front of the cafe, worry evident in his eyes. He set about trying to tend to everybody, but most especially you, while in an 11 foot tall body. It… didn’t work very well.

“Link, you’ve gotta take that off if you wanna help. Your hands are too big to handle potions like this, let alone bandages.” You remind him.

Sky considers this, frowning. You goad him a little more, and Legend and Warriors inform him he’s behaving strangely. Time levels Sky with a knowing look and tells him he has to return the mask. Sky looks over at you, still worried. You sigh.

“Link, please. You… haven’t said a word to me this whole time.” You look away, unable to meet his gaze. “My stone’s shut up, too. I… miss your stupid voice.”

Sky’s face splits with a grin, then he starts to giggle. He’s just so delighted. You want him to talk to you! He takes off the mask and reverts back to his normal size. You’d looked up to watch him shrink down but you had to look away again as soon as the light faded. He was looking right a you, his expression impossibly soft. His eyes were practically overflowing with love, relief, and concern.

“C’mon, now, Beloved.” His voice is soft, gentle. It’s as if he wasn’t a godslayer. Like he hadn’t been an 11’4” god of war less than a minute ago. Like he was just a big, cuddly, adorable sweetheart with nothing better to do than look after you. Actually, that’s exactly what he was because that’s all he wanted to be.

“Face this way and take this potion. It’ll make you feel better, I promise.” When you comply, he’s still looking at you like you’re the center of his universe. You groan from how flustered you are but you take the potion nonetheless. You try to turn away quickly, but Sky catches you. He gently cups your face in his hands after you finish drinking. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead.

You punch him in the face. He lets you. He’s just too delighted to have finally found you. He’s so adorably happy that you go to punch him again. He catches your hand easily and kisses the back of it before pulling you into a hug, resting his head on top of yours. You squirm.

“Shhh… don’t fight it. Soulmate stones reveal inner thoughts. I know you want this deep down.”

- glitter ✨

GLITTER FREAKING SPARKLE I AM GOING TO SCREAM, YOU LET ME ACTUALLY PUNCH HIM?! I DONT KNOW WHAT TO THINK ABOUT FIRST. THE FACT YOU HAD THE CAFE, FD SKY, AND SOUL MATE AU IN ONE THING?!

IM SCREAMING. HOW DARE YOU!

#twilight (not lu) speaks #linked universe x reader #luxreader #linkeduniverse x reader #funfetti cake #gingerbread loaf #does this count as x reader?#idk #technically speaking #maybe

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vellichorom · 28 days

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WHEW !!!!!!!!

for my beloved @ghosteyes-i-main-on-pinterest; A MASS COMMISSION SPREE !!!!!!!!! featuring all KINDS of fun scenarios, silly interactions ( some sillier than others ), ALL INDULGING ALL THE TIME BABEY !!!!!

ALSO featuring @0turnthelightsout0's narrator Cody toward the bottom!

THANK YOU SO MUCH GHOSTIE, T'WAS AN ABSOLUTE PLEASURE TO WORK WITH YOU & MAKE THINGS FOR YOU & IT WAS ALL WORTH THE WAIT I HOPE!

#uwu art #The Stanley Parable #The Stanley Parable Ultra Deluxe #TSP Narrator #OCs #technically speaking #Ghost #context for some of these -v;#in the first one those 2 are watching the nanny :3 #the second one was straight up veggietales x tsp you saw that correctly #angst scenarios & then just pure slice of life from that point onward #you are SO welcome <3

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sillyandquest · 6 months

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The Amazing Digital Circus finally got to me....

With that said, allow me to introduce you to the circus's very own...

Animal Tamer!!

Abel!

Aka, my own personal take on the speculation surrounding C&A.

There's biblical imagery in TADC if you look for it, especially when it comes to our beloved Ringmaster himself, Caine, who's believed to be named after the first murderer in the bible. That paired with the C&A logo that briefly shows up has led people to believe that Caine had a brother named Abel.

This is just what I think Abel would look like if he does show up in the future or at all. I imagine Abel's an AI, like Caine, but is surprisingly emotionally intelligent and ran the program that allowed humans to leave the circus. (Slight reference to @fannele's version of Able) If we follow the pilot, then something happened to him, but since Caine was described to be a silly guy by @gooseworx themselves, I don't think he had anything to do with it. (If he did it might've been an accident.) The programmers might have potentially removed Abel or accidentally deleted him for some reason, we can't know for sure.

Those are just my thoughts on Abel and whether it's right or wrong, I don't really care. I just like how this guy came out! I'll be honest though, I probably should've chosen a better pose that convey's Abel's personality a bit more. That and he just generally looks like Caine but with a different outfit and a different head. He low-key looks like if Caine wanted a to wear a very slight Sonic themed outfit.

Idk, I guess I just subconsciously wanted Caine and Abel to be twins. (Darn it ninja turtles you have invaded my brain even now!!).

Anyways. That's just my take, hope you like!

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc oc #technically speaking #tadc abel #he's a well meaning boi #probably holds mini therapy sessions

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fleetways · 8 months

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Who would be more upset at you after mdlhea’s latest chapter? Shadow or Sonic?

Amy would be the angriest, her ball dude,

probably sonic. if my crush passed out when i was about to seal the deal bc of mysterious forces unseen id never recover tbh.

theyre both too preoccupied to be mad at me right now though. but worry not

#text #mdlhea #first ever reveal of my sona also LMAOOO #asks #anonymous #chazart #sure #technically speaking

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artmunstudios · 7 months

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I Just need everyone of the Lies of P fandom to know

If we are indeed delving into Oz, and if they are as faithful to THOSE books (yes plural) as they were to Pinocchio, going as far as to even include the most obscure of characters,

then my Gender™️ friends…

We will be feasting.

This Here is an official illustration of one of the protagonists from the series (its 2:30 am and i can’t remember the name OR what book so i can’t even look it up I’m sorry) and CANONICALLY they literally. Nobody knows what gender they are. And i don’t think I’ve read this book in particular but if I recall from the little summary where I got this picture from, they enjoyed confusing people so much that they. They never. They never clarify.

They just.

A r e .

Frank Baum/Oz was Cooking™️ and nobody even knew because he had +100 in Speech I guess.

#lies of p #theory time #the oz series #artmuns rambling #if anything i wouldnt be shocked if they were referred to as ‘he’#but that’s because back then ‘he’ was sort of also non gender specific #so in other words #if you use he/they #technically speaking #in terms of back then #That’s like calling ramen ‘ramen noodles’#different names #but literallly it’s the same #goddamn frank oz was such a lil shit i love him

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blu3haw4 · 19 days

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"That's not going to fit" for the made up fic title

Okay, two thing came to my head.

The first one would be a smutty cracky one-shot where either Clarke or Lexa tell each other that when the other puts out a strap/dick if we're going for G!P

The longer one, would be a repetitive sentence said between the two usually refering to clothing. Something like:

It was their thing. Their one true inside joke. Their line.

The first time was a little of a surprise. First time Lexa stayed over at Clarke's, they hadn't know each other for all that long and it was a circunstancial necessity more than a plan. They had met up for a coffee close to Clarke's place and out of nowhere a storm hit and it was too dangerous for Lexa to go back home.

Clarke offered Lexa more comfortable clothes to spend the night but Lexa kept dismissing the idea. The sentence came right when the stubborn pair were a little done with each other, Clarke having brought out a pair of sweat pants and shoving them into Lexa's hands before trying to push her to the bathroom to change.

"C'mon, Lexa, you can't tell me you're comfortable in those jeans! Just put on my sweatpans!"

Lexa throws the sweatpants back, annoyed and a little embarrassed that she's probably going to have to confess why she doesn't want to try them on.

Clarke huffs, grabbing the waist of the pants and pulling them up in the air in a 'see? Nothing wrong' gesture.

Is a single raised eyebrow that follows the gesture that breaks Lexa.

"That's not going to fit!" She huffs, and then pouts. Because she knows.

She's not ashamed to say she's looked at Clarke's figure more than once, she paid attention because- well, she's only human and they've been dating for a little while. It wasn't a crime.

It all came with comparation though, she knew her cleavage wasn't as prominent as Clarke, she knew she was taller than her soon to be girlfriend, she knew she was more tones and less curvy in most areas.

She knew her ass and hips were much wider than Clarke.

"It's not going to fit" Clarke breath, frowning at the sweatpants.

Because of course she knew too. She's looked too, if there was one thing about Lexa's body -that she knew thus far- that she liked was her figure, how her pants and dresses always seem to put up a fight with her hips and bottom. The tightness she could notice was the reason she proposed Lexa wear something more comfortable. How could she have been so stupid to no realize those hips would never go past the waistband of her sweats.

The awkwardness would last long and they would soon find other ways to make Lexa comfortable (if you know what i mean)

Another memorable time would be in the rush of the moment. A kiss turned make out session on the couch of Lexa's shared apartment with her sister, quickly scaling into something that involved much less clothing.

A ring tones, or a car door closing outside would alert them of the fact that Anya would walk in too soon. In the rush of getting presentable Lexa would throw Clarke a tshirt from the floor.

"This isn't mine"

"Doesn't matter, put it on!" Would leave Lexa's mouth before she can stop it.

They would pause. Looking at each other, with Lexa in just her sweater and Clarke holding Lexa's shirt against her chest.

It's a shared thought.

'That's not going to fit'

Blushing and giggle Clarke would throw the tshirt back, laughing out "that's not going to fit!"

"Unless you strech it!" Lexa would laugh too making Clarke fake-ofended chase her through the apartment to Lexa's room.

By the time Anya would walk in they would've long forgetten it all started because of her arrival

And so on, i could think of a million other little moments that they would say this to each other and why not, bring in the strap one.

#anon #writing prompt #technically speaking #made-up fic tittle #thank you anon #i had fun #i wrote this on the bus on my way home #i have a headache now for staring at the scree while moving all that time #but well #it was fun still #clexa #clexa fic

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navnae · 1 year

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I feel like the only way Eddie can even tolerate the idea of Christmas is only by having his way with Steve every single day leading up to it. The only way he listens to the music is if it’s blasting throughout the house while he shamelessly slams himself in and out of Steve while he’s whimpering underneath him, the only way he’ll look at the Christmas lights is if Steve is fully tied up by them forcing him to stay put until Eddie’s satisfied, he’ll tolerate one Christmas movie if it means that Steve is ready blow him for a few hours nonstop which he agrees to without much convincing, Steve would basically do anything if it meant that Eddie was getting a little bit of Christmas spirit. Of course Eddie knows he’s being a bit harsh so by the end of the night he makes sure that Steve is taken care of and after the fun they had they actually watch some Christmas movies but this time they’re cuddling underneath a big blanket with their arms wrapped around each Luther until both of them fall asleep.

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