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[sfth-headcanons]

every sam character owns a sam shirt (™) even if its impossible for them to actually have one they have it anyway

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it is Summoned from the Depths

[checkerednetwork]

[lycanthrive]

the amount of times i've mispelled my username shortened (koe) to loe or joe................

[stan-joonies]

Jealous Sweet Pea.

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He would not appreciate another man flirting with you.

You were his, everyone knew that.

He did trust you, don't mistake that fact, but he knows everyone at the White Wyrm.

So when he saw a particular guy sitting next to you, he knew he needed to pay close, close attention

When he saw the male Serpent go for your waist, he lept up.

He teleported to you side, wrapping a strong arm around your shoulders.

He would nuzzle you and whisper in your ear

"You ok Babe?"

"Is he bothering you?"

You would sigh in relief, relaxing in his grasp.

Depending on what mood he is in, this could lead to different out comes.

If he has had a good day then he will simply stare the boy down, his eyes burning holes into his head.

If he was slightly irritated, He will go the extra mile and remove you from the guy's presence. Taking you to sit down somewhere else.

In his bad moods however, you don't want to cross him. He will pull you to his side, arms wrapped tightly around you as he stares at the male.

He would verbally accuse them.

"What you looking at?"

"Got a problem?"

"Go pine over another lady/man, s/he's taken"

It wouldn't end there, nope.

In his bad moods, his night would be completely ruined and he would order that you and him go home.

Considering that he was your ride, you had to go when he went.

After arriving at his trailer, you both travel inside, Sweet Pea being completely silent.

He would grab a beer from the fridge and plonk down on the sofa with a huff.

You knew it was best to leave him for a few minutes.

So you raided his closet and wore one of his T-shirts that swallowed you up.

Once you finished, you then went to join him.

He would try to hide a faint smile when he sees you in his clothes.

You take your place on his lap.

You guide his head to you shoulder.

Your hands sift through his locks, emitting hums from your boyfriend.

His shoulders would relax and he would pull you closer.

"It's ok,"

"You have no reason to be jealous,"

"You know how i feel about short guys,"

The two of you would then either doze off on the sofa

OR

Go to your bed to make love before falling asleep.

[popatochisssp]

this is a little NSFW but uhhhh... I know he doesn't usually like this sort of thing, and there's no way in hell I would push him if he wasn't interested. But in the face of piles and piles of dom UF!Sans content (which is still awesome, of course, but hear me out), I just gotta point out that he's also an adorable sub, and deserves just as much care and affection as the other skeles. Jasper-loving doms rise up and offer him the soft, loving attention he deserves

Okay but legit, I think that’s what I love about it so much, he is the cutest sub, he’s just also… very uncertain about it… very not used to this kind of thing, needing……needing a lot of reassurance that this is cool and okay and hey hey hey, waitaminuteslowdown!!! give him a second to breathe, he wasn’t ready, jeez, just–!

Go easy on him, okay? He’s nervous, he’s gotta go at it kinda sideways before he realizes he doesn’t totally hate subbing…when it’s somebody he actually loves and trusts… uwu

[lozbotwfanart]

Non-Specific BOTW ficlet

for @lemongeckos who requested a small fic from the chat. If you want to join the chat, just give me a message, the chat is LOZ:BOTW 

Link stared at the dancing flames, entranced by their wild, chaotic revelry. They leapt up into the cold, still air of the night, then sunk back down into torrid glowing wood, only to burst up again with a seemingly renewed passion. Ever higher, the fire daring to itself to release its foothold from the firepit for good. It was hypnotizing to Link, who watched the fire’s masterful performance with mild interest, his thoughts floating off into that cool, night sky, to mingle with the silent still stars overhead. So much had happened in the last few days, such responsibilities laid at his feet, and yet Link was going day by day as if he were just a transient wanderer in the world, anticipating that he would simply wake up again in a new time, a new place.

Right behind his ear, the feeling that none of this was real, whispered to him, every time he sat down, every time he laughed, or admired a sunset, petted a dog, spoke to another Hylian, defeated another bokoblin, every time he ate a meal, or stared at the flames of his campsite. Part of the reason he felt this way was because he couldn’t remember anything past a few days ago. He woke up in a vat of glowing water, and met a man, who turned out to be both a king and a ghost. He was given the task to save a princess from an evil spirit, who apparently had destroyed everything 100 years ago. If that didn’t sound like the craziest dream…

Link had half a mind to dismiss everything that he had been told, to chalk it up to a badly hallucinating, malfunctioning brain. His clothes were in tatters, no one seemed to know him, he came out of cave, he didn’t have any possessions, let alone a house. He might have been a wandering vagabond before this, and this was just a particularly bad episode of impaired brain mechanics. And yet… that voice.

He heard that voice call out to him, with such clarity, such sincerity. It broke his heart whenever he heard that tiny still voice call his name, begging him to come find her. That couldn’t have been an illusion.

As Link explored the world, he found that there was evidence that there had indeed been a terrible calamity a very, very long time ago. Ruins, artifacts, abandoned places, time ravaged landscapes. And off in the distance, the castle. The castle sat like a gleaming white jewel on the grassy plain, yet it darkened the land, seemingly warping the light, twisting space and time around it. An ominous aura emanating from its piercing spires to the surrounding hills, its shadows blacker, thicker than night; swallowing what little mirth that crept up to its gates. That was no illusion either.

Link wrapped a rough blanket around his shoulders, a weak shield against the chill, and crept closer to the fire. Maybe he didn’t have the answers right now, maybe there wasn’t an answer yet. There was time, he thought. He still had some time to figure it out. All he could really do was take it day by day, gather the pieces, and try to make something. His eyelids grew heavy, as the fire had lost its energy and was sputtering out, desperate to keep going.    

[tredlocity]

that one movie that you used to hate but now you love once you remembered the only reason you hated it was cause some youtuber made fun of it but now you’ve grown out of said youtuber