#((i return!))

[amelia-yap]

what horrors will they unleash

[dailyskordfacts]

Daily fact 23:

LD-301S "Scrapper" is an ancient robot whose remains were handed down through the family of Gondo, Skyloft's resident craftsman. He is the only robot of the LD-301 series able to function in the present without the help of Timeshift Stones, due to Gondo's effort at restoring him to functionality. He is one of several characters in Skyward Sword (including early Groose, Ghirahim, and Zelda herself) who severely underestimates Link, but in the same vein as early Groose, he simply delights in being rude to Link for no discernible reason other than his proximity to a woman he's ostensibly interested in.

In essence, if he did not believe himself to be a true nice guy, he would be a "hey mamas" lesbian.

[starfangssecrets]

I'm back! This year has been crazy; planing a wedding, getting married, moving, family drama - your girl is STRESSED! But my loving husband and little brother have helped me get back into drawing. I'm waaaay out of practice, but i'm looking forward to getting back into the swing of things!

[cellard0ors]

After a restful break, I return to Tumblr!

...that being said.

My break gave me the perspective I need to say the following.

1) I always enjoy answering anons - 9 times out of 10, they're a treat! But if you plan on sending me an anon to ask what could be a potentially inappropriate question, please don't.

And by this I mean that while I post a plethora about Ted Raimi and other celebrities, I. Do. Not. Know. Them.

Nor do I know their personal lives or when their media is coming out or what they're currently up to. So please consider this before sending an ask.

2) I'm not going to apologize for who I am as a person. If you know me and have known me for some time, you should know my character.

You should know who I am as a person - questioning me and my integrity is not only baffling, but also a little insulting. I should feel comfortable sharing with you, because we're friends and as friends you should be able to separate me from others and not lump me in some category - especially a disreputable one.

And that's it! I look forward to (hopefully) recapturing this space as a fun one filled with my reblogs, writing, and general frivolity!

[chandiegeist]

As the condition to return home, Ingo has to haunt his own gravestone and wait for his man in white to visit and say how much he loved him.

Ingo made a deal with a pokemon and he’s banking on the hopefully reciprocated love he feels for the man in white he barely remembers

Except Emmet has been avoiding the gravesite that was made for Ingo since he still believes Ingo is alive and can be saved

[smallcjb]

I Need You To Know (Part 3)

- First of all, if you can all take mercy on me 😅 I have not written any sort of Drabble in a LOOOONGGG time. Like 6 years. And I saw a comment that was like, I guess there’s no part 3 and I couldn’t just leave it here. So I apologise if this ends up not seeming cohesive, but I am trying to bring closure to a Drabble series I started when I was a literal teenager 😅 I hope you enjoy! 💜 -

*MC pov*

Later that night I can’t sleep. I lie there, just staring up at the ceiling. Of course I’m just an asset to him. I really was just kidding myself to think otherwise.

An asset.

The words ring out in my head over and over again. I’d put myself in front of GUNS for him. What an idiot.

I feel rejected. Which is stupid because he was never mine. We haven’t even had a real conversation that isn’t around my ‘talents’. But somehow I did feel connected.

I sigh. I can’t just stay here moping. I get up and leave my room. I need to sort myself out, so I go knock on his door, maybe I can get some consolation.

Jaxon opens the door, looking a little confused to see me standing there.

“MC? You alright?”

“Can I come in? I need….I just need.” I don’t finish the sentence. I don’t know what it is I need but Jaxon seems like an easy option. He gestures behind him and I walk in.

“What the hell was that earlier? Standing in front of him like that? Stockholm syndrome? Like what?!”

He starts going off at me and that’s when I just go screw it. I curl my hands into his hair and kiss him. He freezes for a moment before he starts kissing me back.

The kiss starts to deepen and I feel his hand start to roam when….when….What am I doing?! I know I’m sad, but this is irational, this is stupid.

I pull away as quickly as I pulled him in. I see his confusion. It probably mirrors my own. And then I rush out before he has a chance to say anything.

*Antares pov*

As I’m heading to the toilet, the only privacy I’ll get on this ship, a door behind me opens. MC? She’s rushing out of the room looking panicked? And right behind her….

Jaxon…

What did he do to her?! Anger boils my blood and before I’m even thinking I’ve got him pinned up agains the wall.

“What did you do to her?” A growl enters my voice.

At this anger he actually smirks at me. A smirk!

“I didn’t do anything.” He says in a mocking tone. “She, on the other hand, just gave me the most mind blowing kiss I think she needed a minute to cool off.”

My grip loosens at this but my anger doesn’t. She kissed HIM? But? What am I even about to think. I told her she’s an asset, what right do I have to feel jealous. I let him go and walk off.

*MC pov*

The next day, feeling groggy would be an understatement for how I’m feeling. What was I thinking? I mean, I was thinking I was hurt and I wanted to feel something good. But that did not feel good. It felt wrong actually.

I go to grab some lunch when I run into Antares in the canteen. I give him a small smile and then walk past, grabbing what I need. How is he alone in here? Did Orion trust his twin more than we thought?

“Have a good night last night?”

Im caught off guard by his voice.

“Sorry?”

“Last night, did you have fun?”

Is that….hurt in his eyes? Fun last night? What is he….? Oh shit. He saw? But how could he think that was fun. All it was was a quick kiss and me running away?

Finally catching on I answer his question. “You think running out of someone’s room after the most awkward kiss is fun?” I see his eyebrows shoot in before he can train his face into the usual stoic look. “Why do you care anyway? I’m just your asset. I can be an engineer while kissing other people.” He lets out a grunt at that.

Before I get to explore what’s happening here more, Atlas and Orion walk in.

“So, we should be at a neutral colony in the next 5 hours, and we can be rid of our….guest.” Orion pauses on the word, probably trying to determine what matches him best.

“Good. I’ve decided I’ll leave you be with the engineer. I’ve got a back up in mind anyway.”

My heart stops.

He has a back up? Then why the hell would he even bother trying to get me back?

That hurts. Again, for no logical reason. But that I’ve been replaced so easily.

*Antares pov*

Of course I haven’t replaced her, and seeing that hurt across her face again awakens something inside of me. Something that makes me uncomfortable.

But she could see her kiss with Silva bothered me. And I can’t have that. I don’t care.

She is just. An. Asset.

Nothing more. That’s what I need to remind myself. So when I get off this ship, I will find a replacement. She made her choice.

Even if she said it was awkward? Maybe she means she just feels awkward telling me about it.

Whatever it is, this is not good for me. My crew probably already think I’ve hit my head or something. I will get off at this colony, call my crew, and forget about all of this.

Done. Easy.

* 5 hours later *

We land and I hear Orion and his crew speaking about what resources they need to collect before setting back off.

They drop me off in front of a communications centre and say next time I try and board their ship unannounced I’ll have a bullet in my chest. Such gracious hosts.

I call my crew and they tell me they’ll be with me as soon as possible.

Great, so I’ll just wait on this desolate colony. Maybe I should find a bar, get some drinks in me. It’s not like I can embarrass myself in front of my crew anymore.

I head straight to the barmaid and order 4 shots of the brightest green shot they have available. That should dull the last day for at least a little while.

As I’m downing my third shot I catch a glimpse of a familiar face. I turn, my head and I fail miserably at hiding the shock on my face.

MC?

I try to train my face back to neutrality.

“What are you doing here?” I keep my voice bland, disinterested, though that’s far from how I’m feeling.

She looks like she’s trying to bring up some deep hidden confidence. I see her pull a semi convincing confident smile.

“We have unfinished business.”

- That’s it for Part 3. I know, it’s rusty and awful, but at least I’m trying….right? 😅 Part 4 may be coming, or maybe I’ll disappear for another 6 years, who knows 😁 -

[magicalmegan]

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