Its ya boi finn here

| its me, that one internet guy | multifandom weirdo | he/him | 21 | trans |

[thezeldaverse]

[lemonheadart]

hello everyone, I am ALIVE, trying to fight art block so here's a gif

it was supposed to be just Wild's hair animation (that's my idea of relaxing after a stressful week of drawing I guess), and then when I was done I thought that something was missing just like in totk

[riuzu7]

I like to use the guardian armour set as his little motorbike gear

[coniferkrow5]

New profile pic!

[proudchimera]

Local hero neglects his responsibilities in favor of fucking around

[thezeldaverse]

[lemonheadart]

happy botw blood moon day or something

this one was originally a wip from a year ago that I've made after replaying twilight princess. I started rendering it and ended up hating the whole thing... so I started over with a different angle 'cause who needs sleep anyway. Pretty happy with it, looks more dynamic

oh and @desmess CHALLENGE COMPLETED

[blueskittlesart]

knowledge long forgotten

got really into reading item descriptions on this playthrough. anyway did you know the silent princess is one of the only raw materials with a cooking effect to not explicitly list that effect in its description

[clacy2812]

A win is a win, that will go in Sonar’s paycheck

[liminalbug]

goofy ahh polaroid 🙂✌🏻

[fern-tooth]

Fur map

And malevola Is petting him 😻

[emuririri]

eated them all.... fat fuck!

[kasayaw]

[kasayaw]

thrilling sequel

[silver-tongues-blog]

those have the same energy as this

[art-nerd-rain]

Same energy as this

[dollypants302]

[minecraft-vindicator-deactivate]

[teakats]

may i add

[world-heritage-posts]

world heritage post

[lordkairos3626-archive]

@expressionless-fr

[maive-the-sheep]

One of these is me, mood…i will not elaborate on which one

[faxaway]

is there a lore reason why i want sonar so bad? am i stupid?

[tobeholyistobeempty-deactivated]

ok i’ve thought about this for so long but i honestly think drunk confessions with soap would happen when both of you are equally as sloshed. like a full drunken horny spiral where neither of you can shut the fuck up - all of your filter is gone, and suddenly it’s turning into a game of who can confess the nastier thought first. mutual destruction type shit. just a casual descent into unhinged oversharing and both of you realizing - oh no. we’re the same type of feral.

like the bottle is almost empty. you don’t know who had the last shot. doesn’t matter. you’re both on your asses against a wall in some dim corridor, not even trying to get up anymore. your legs are stretched out and tangled, shoulders slumped together, heads bumping every so often when one of you snorts too hard.

you’re both cackling like lunatics.

soap just made a joke about ghost looking like the kind of bloke who asks for ketchup in a steakhouse, and you’re crying. actual tears.

everything feels warm. blurry. easy.

way too fucking easy.

“you’re insane,” you laugh in between trying to catch your breath. “fulllyyy fucking insane, johnny.”

johnny sways toward you. “aye. but yer the same. same fucken’ breed.”

you know you can’t deny that. you and the scot do nothing but cause shit everywhere you go. it’s effortless, with johnny. you two feed off eachother.

and so you smirk, lifting your cup in admission. “idiots with a loaded weapon and terrible judgment? yeah. we’re practically twins.”

he snorts. “aye, but you’re the hot one.”

you turn your head slowly. “did you just call me hot?”

he doesn’t even blink.

“donnae act like ye don’t know it.”

your pulse stutters, but you’re too drunk to even notice. “no, johnny, shut up - you’re the hot one-“

“ye dinnae wanne start this with me lass.” he says, cutting you off with a shake of his head. “ye’ll lose.”

you swat at him. “i won’t lose shit- i’ve thought about how hot you are for months. like months. i dream about it.”

there’s a pause, at that. one that tells you that might’ve actually surprised him and is proven by the way he opens his mouth then closes it. even drunk you see it, the gears that start turning behind his eyes as he exhales a ragged breath.

“ye dinnae even know what i dream of.” he whispers with the type of slurred inflection that surfaces when he’s long past the point of reason. “ive thought about shaggin’ ye in every storage closet on this base.”

you choke.

“johnny-“

“none o’that- listen proper. i mean every. closet.” he lifts a finger like he’s testifying in court. “the one near the gym? bent over the bench. one near the barracks? legs around my waist, beggen pretty in my ear.”

your jaw drops. because holy fuck.

“you’re just saying that?!”

he grins some clueless little grin that is so signature johnny it hurts. “we're bein’ honest now, aye?”

you squint at him, trying to find the bullshit. trying to find the lie or the twitch in his brow that tells you he’s only buttering you up in hopes to get laid. but you don’t find it - you don’t see anything except for the wild in his eyes, the flush in his cheeks that tells you - fucken hell. this might just be the most honest he’s ever been, and it’s exhilarating.

so just like you always do, you match him. this time in your honesty. because it’s always like this with you two. the dance of devils - yours and his.

you shift, head buzzing wild. “alright then. ive thought about you fucking me on the shooting range.”

he blinks. “…ye what.”

you shrug, chewing on your lip. “from behind. pants halfway down while you’re tellin me to shoot it straight.”

his face twists, eyes blaring. “tha’s fucken evil.”

you giggle, nose scrunching. “you started it.”

“nah - nah nah,” he waves a hand, scrambling to face you better. “ye donnae get te drop that and just move on. ive thought about ye - fucken hell - riding me in the armoury. tools clatterin’ everywhere. no’ a care in the bloody world.”

you gasp, pretending to be oh so very scandalized. “in the armoury?! johnny!”

“right on the table. my hands on yer throat te keep ye quiet.”

you’re breathless. flushed. completely fucked but never more alive in your entire life. “oh my god.”

“aye. oh my god is right.” he leans in closer, breath hot, accent slurred and taunting. “top that. i dare ye.”

you’ve never been one to back down a dare, especially when you’re this drunk, so you lick your lips. “you, in the showers, still half-dressed. water running. me down on my knees suckin’ you off while you lean on the wall grunting my name into your fist.”

his eyes roll back and he groans - actually fucking groans like you’ve just stabbed him and slumps back against the wall. something in you begs and your thighs twitch for it.

it’s one of your favourite fantasies to date.

“jesus fucken’ christ.” he grits after a moment of attempted recomposing.

“keep up, mactavish,” you purr, all smug now. “or you tapping out?”

“no’ a fucken’ chance,” he growls, shifting up again. “i think about benden ye over the mess table while everyone else’s sleepen’. pissin myself tryen te keep ye quiet while you’re so fucken wet fer me it’s drippin.’”

every word from his mouth is like fire, scorching your nerves alight. you’re certain you’ve never been more unholy in your life, but all you do is nod like you’re not losing your fucking mind.

then you lean closer. “ive imagined you pulling me into a closet just to put your fingers in me and tell me you ‘just needed to check something.’”

he gapes. fullstop. “oh you’re proper fucked, aren’t ye?”

you’re both hysterical now, half-laughing, half-melting, cheeks burning, equally breathing heavy like the airs gone thin and its burning between you.

“you,” you manage to recollect yourself, pointing a finger in his face, “you’d be the type to say some sick shit like ‘don’t cum until i say so.’”

“aye.” soap blinks slow. “tha’s ‘cause you’d fucken’ listen.”

you freeze, eyes locked. you don’t even realize that you’ve both gone quiet until he speaks again.

“…ye would, wouldnt ye?”

“course i would.” you breathe out, jagged and cracking now until you manage to snap yourself out of it with another laugh. “christ, you’re filthy.”

he flashes you that goddamn grin again. cocky and teasing and totally fucking evil. “ye love it.”

“unfortunate,” you mutter, smiling. “makes me wanna jump you for it.”

he hums. “mm. full offence, i’d let ye kill me with your thighs.”

you blink, then almost choke on your saliva. “you’d what?”

“dead serious.” he gestures at your legs, slurring slightly. “wrap ‘em around my head, cut off the blood flow, lights out. best fucken way te go.”

“well fuck.” you shake your head, but your grin is splitting your face. “i’d let you fuck my throat til i’m cryin. full tears. no air. fingernails bleeding my scalp.”

johnny leans his head back and groans again. “im gonna combust. gonna catch fucken fire.”

you wheeze, face buried in your sleeve. “we're disgusting.”

“we’re perfect.”

and then, quiet.

not awkward. not scared. just two people hovering over the edge of something they both know they can’t fall into.

you feel his shoulder still pressed to yours. feel his breath go slow and controlled like he’s thinking about all the ways this is wrong, and all the ways you both wish it wasn’t.

“im no gonna kiss ye,” he mutters.

you don’t look at him, just whisper back, “good.”

another long beat. then-

“…but if i grabbed ye by the waist right now and dragged ye toward my room-“

“id let you.”

another pause.

“…we shouldn’t,” he whispers.

“i know.”

“ye’d fucken end me,” he adds.

you smile. “right back at you.”

you sit like that for an unknown amount of time. taut, burning, wrecked. he tilts his head toward yours again. nose brushing your temple.

“ye tell anyone about this,” he breathes into your hair, “and ill deny every word.”

you snort. “we both go down with the ship, mactavish.”

he grins, and neither of you move.

you just sit there.

emotionally edged. spiritually wrecked. cockblocked by the entire universe and metaphorically blue-balled by your own drunken stupidity.

[lluminousllama]

Deep Cut, but they're rockin' those trendy chain dresses ✨

[sharpdim]

Can you hear me?