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[messymoonmad]

Since Penelope's mom is a Naiad I decided to make Telemachus a Nymph as well + Telephone fanart I LOVE YOUR TELEMACHUS DESIGN SO MUCH HOPE YOU LIKE IT😼😼😼

Does Telemachus take more of the Nymph genes or is he just naturally pretty?

AWWW THIS IS SO PRETTY !!!!!

And to answer your question YES telemachus takes more of the nyph genes. That's what makes him so overall pretty and have long lashes and most importantly that's why he has those unnatural purple eyes just like his mom.

When i'm using unatural vibrant colors it's usually to point out some mystical or divine origines.

[arecaceae175]

Choose how to spend a day with a Link

Learning a new recipe with Wild

Wood carving in a secret hiding spot with Sky

Playing at the beach with Wind

Running through the woods with Wolfie

Exploring a new terrain with Hyrule

Doing secret pranks with Time

A hard day’s work at the farm, then lemonade on the barn roof with Twilight

Searching for Minish and fairies with Four

Testing mysterious magic items with Legend

A sword lesson then a spa day with Warriors

Voting ended onJun 5, 2023

[maironsmaid]

Back to my old self: having to decide between drawing nasty gay sex or drawing mcd gay angst

[ishipmutualrespect]

Send me a day and I’ll post a picture from that day

[berlinini]

Who is Mr. O?

Mr. John Oxfordshire aka Mr. O is Louis' (imaginary) boyfriend.

It started with this innocent receipt and then evolved into this made-up person that permeates louies discourse because we just want Louis to be loved and cuddled (and more...). He's like a proxy for our love.

Mr. O might be a professional cook, or professional football player, there are rumors that he might be French... a little fantasy that keeps up going during loutent drought.

Is Mr. O real? We have to wait and see for LT2's love songs but 🤞

You can check out some Mr. O "discourse" (lol) under my tag.

[fluttershys-lament]

:)

[kristsune]

me: looks at my red sauce in the fridge to use for dinner sees slightly matte bit me, actually out loud: "mmmm press x to doubt"

[andheaveninawildflower-blog]

One of these days someone was going to call Florence to give her good news, she was sure of it. Three agonizing phone calls, each one grimmer than the last. First the news of Dad’s death. The moment she got off the phone she’d packed up and driven to Vertmoor. She’d been there to distribute hugs and tissues, though it should come as no surprise that her family had been reluctant to accept either. At the time it had felt like the beginning of the end, but in a good sort of way. Vidal’s death marked the end of an era and perhaps once this was all over her family could finally let go and find peace. She’d left as soon as the funeral ended. If her siblings needed her she’d come back in a heartbeat, but Dad had promised her a lovely life and she intended to go out into the world and live it. Then she’d gotten the second call. Mom was gone. That one... hurt. 

The third call was enough to summon her back to the old house on the hill. Last time she’d arrived with cupcakes for everyone, trying to lift her family’s spirits. This time she arrived with sunflowers and instead of going inside to greet her siblings she made her way to the back to greet an empty grave. She sat on the damp ground, looking down at the flowers in her hands for a moment. For anyone who didn’t know Florence it might seem strange to see the young woman with sunflowers sitting cross legged in the mud, talking to an empty grave. But Florence didn’t mind. The memorial might be gone, the body might be gone, but the memory was not. “Hey Pacifico,” she whispered after a moment. “I’m sorry I’ve been away for so long,” she continued, a sad smile painted on her pretty pink lips. “I know I should have come back to visit more often. I never forgot, you know. Wherever you are, I want you to know I never forgot you, or the family, or this place... Anyways, I brought you flowers.” She went quiet, fiddling with the yellow petals until something off to her left caught her attention. Or rather someone. “How long have you been standing there? You really shouldn’t be sulking around eavesdropping, but you’re welcome to join me if you want some company.”